Doctor, you better take a look!
Come here, sweetheart. No problem, we're gonna fix you up real fast, OK?
What do we have here?
She's lost a lot of blood. Let's set up a transfusion
and get me ten cc's of Xylocaine.
- We're all out. - Make it Lidocaine.
- What about supplies? - They only sent bandages.
Get some antiseptic.
You'll be just fine.
Dr. Mattley?
I'm afraid you'll have to wait in line. We're backed up here.
I'm not here for medical attention.
I've come to see you.
Well, as you can see, I'm kind of swamped right now, Mr...
Doctor. Dr. Carl Wessinger.
Our company has been sending you supplies for a year now.
- She's gonna be just fine. - Thank you.
All right? So, doctor,
what is it I can do for you?
I just need two minutes of your time.
I'm sure you won't regret it.
I think that's the least I owe you.
Oh, no, Ash. You don't owe me anything.
Not yet.
Sorry about the mess.
It's the work.
Clock's ticking, doctor. I'm all ears.
You were so close.
Those idiots back home have no clue as to what you have discovered.
Dr. Wessinger, I really don't have time to talk about that.
They made you a laughingstock.
A synthesized enzyme found in a beetle from the heart of the rainforest,
capable of strengthening the human immune system to repel almost any disease,
pneumonia, diphtheria, cancer, AIDS.
And they just laughed at you.
Well...
...I couldn't stabilize the formula.
Besides, it's just a hobby now.
I'd say this was bordering obsession for just a hobby.
- Dr. Mattley. - Don't touch that.
- Time's up, doctor. - No, it's just starting.
Now listen to me, Ash.
Supposing I told you that I found a way
to produce in a stable environment your enzyme,
but on a massive scale.
I'd tell you it was impossible.
What the hell are you doing?
You see, your approach
was almost there. You were logical,
pragmatic, but just thinking too small.
That should do it.
I need your help, Ash.
I need to find another serum beetle.
And you have to take me there.
You're the only person who's ever seen one.
It's incredible. How did I miss this?
Ash, are you listening to me? You'll be a household name.
Together, we can make history.
I run a hospital, I can't just leave.
You've got a hospital that's understaffed and supplied.
You can barely cure a headache.
And you, Ash, you look exhausted.
When was the last time you got a night's sleep?
I know what these people mean to you, Ash.
I know that you were raised as a young child by a local tribe.
And as soon as you graduated medical school,
came straight back. To help.
To educate. To love.
I'm giving you the chance to make a difference.
If we succeed, we can build a dozen hospitals,
and know that you found a cure to save a million lives!
And what's in it for you, doctor?
I'm a genetic scientist.
I've spent my life working for a pittance.
Creating useless formulas to make pharmaceutical companies rich.
And now I'm standing on the edge of the greatest triumph of the 20th century.
The abyss of life itself.
I can never resist peering in.
Can you?
This is where I found the beetle the first time.
These are ancient Perushi carvings.
What does it say?
"Through me, the road to a city of desolation,
sorrows and lost creation.
Here lies death, never to be disturbed.
Lay down all hope, you...
...that go in by me."
How quaintly melodramatic.
I do so love their superstitions.
Superstitions that remarkably resemble the truth.
Ash, I think we should stop here.
Please, my friend, I respect your fears.
But the 20th century needs a cure.
And it could lie behind this door.
Let's push.
A shrine to an ancient demon they worshipped.
Balacau.
Listen.
I'll take that.
No!
Thanks for your help.
Ah!
Reinhardt, secure the area.
Yes, sir! You heard him! I want to check supplies!
We secure the area, then we move out!
Come on, let's go!
I haven't touched a thing at the burial site.
I've gotten local tribes to reset the stones the way they supposedly were.
Judging by the carvings, I'd say they're at least 2,000 years old.
I think we're there.
We've got it.
It's beautiful.
You see, it's bones are made of chitin.
Like an insect's exoskeleton.
This skeleton has gotten the natives scared shitless.
Superstition, it runs their lives.
They have no idea what we have here.
With the DNA from the beetle and this discovery, we are there.
Meet the future, Mr. Azenfeld.
Say hello to Balacau.
- Mr. Ash? - For me?
- Yes. - Thank you.
I have something for you, but I think it's in your...
...ear.
Here you go.
Settle down!
Hang on, here you go. Here you go.
For you. Here you go.
I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!
Be good!
- You want a hand with those? - Uh, no thanks. I got it.
You pack kind of heavy for a tourist.
Not much call for dressing up around here, I'm afraid.
It's my work, not a fashion show.
Well, if you're looking for a doctor, I know a good one.
I am a doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to speak with someone.
- Nice to meet you too. - Dr. Mattley, you'd better come quick.
We've got another one.
When did this arrive?
The young native boy brought the body here about an hour ago.
It's a little girl.
You know him?
It's his sister.
They're from the Perushi tribe way up river.
Oh! Oh, doctor.
It is the third body this month.
It may not be the last.
Clean incision at the nape of the spine.
No muscle contusions.
Yet all the spinal and cerebral fluids have been drained.
I guess you're not here on vacation.
Uh... I apologize. I didn't realize who you were.
I'm Dr. Claire Sommers.
I was sent here to look into your problem.
- What's he saying? - He's talking about an ancient myth.
Balacau? Can you show us where this happened?
I show you.
How do you know about Balacau?
- It's just a local myth. - Myth, Dr. Mattley?
Not according to Wessinger.
Dr. Carl Wessinger?
- He's dead. - No, no. He's very much alive.
You see, he's been operating a scientific research station that we've funded
for almost two years now.
The problem is, three months ago, he was on the brink of a major breakthrough,
and we lost contact with him.
But he died in a cave two years ago. It was in all the papers.
No, see that's the way he wanted it.
I believe you and he have some... history together.
You led an expedition.
People died.
Maybe it's time to set the record straight.
Where the fuck is Wessinger?
We gotta transfer power to the paddock now,
before this whole system overloads!
Shut up! Shut up!
You hit it with that many volts, we'll kill it for sure.
I don't give a fuck!
If it gets out again, we're dead!
Breached the perimeter.
- It's moving in. - Have you caught it yet?
No, sir. And we just had a perimeter alarm tripped.
Good. The minute it gets inside, I want the gates closed,
and the Tasers and floor gates electrified.
We'll have one chance.
Let's do it right!
Another alarm. Here it comes.
It's charging.
Now Throw the switch!
We've contained it.
A panther?
You imbeciles!
Do I have to do everything myself?
So how many times have you been in the jungle?
I've logged over 44 hours of simulated jungle time.
The jungle is no place for a city girl who's played video games.
You shouldn't come.
Don't worry about me, all right?
I can see this is gonna be a world of fun.
Last time we heard from Wessinger, he was somewhere in the Adelphi Gorge.
You do know where that is, don't you?
Sure.
- Tell me, Miss Sommers... - Claire.
Tell me, Claire,
what sort of company hires a man like Wessinger?
Wessinger's a... genius in DNA replication.
He discovered a way to reanimate an enzyme with incredible medical byproducts.
Despite his somewhat eccentric methods,
we figured the end would justify the means.
And what exactly were those means?
That's what we're here to find out.
Matzu.
- What? - Don't move.
Why, you're not give me some cheesy line,
like, "You look beautiful in the jungle light," are you?
No. I was going to try a...
- Oh! - "Don't move now, but an anaconda's poised
to take your head off" line.
It always gets the girl's attention.
I guess they don't have those in the simulators.
I know we don't have much time.
The buyers get it in 24 hours, or we're out of business!
We could try and bring him to the ruins.
Well, what then? We can't even catch it in a steel-reinforced paddock,
- with 100,000 volts. - We have a change of plans.
I'm bringing Reinhardt in.
Ah!
All right, let's go.
Hey, get out of there!
Didn't your mother ever teach you not to go into a woman's bag?
- Put these on. - What are you, my fashion consultant?
Fine. I just don't wanna spend half the day cutting skin weevils and ticks
from parts of your body you think are private.
I guess I could change.
Do you mind?
Matzu.
Uh-huh.
Standard issue for doctors in the field?
"Be prepared" is my company's motto.
This is the Perushi's village, Matzu's people.
The other tribe are Arandi, headhunters.
He said it was here, and will return.
And now we're sent to stop it.
I know this place. I'll take you there.
This is Reinhardt, coming in for refueling and supplies.
En route to the Adelphi Gorge.
Here we are, guys! Welcome to fucking paradise!
We gotta be airborne in eight hours!
Come on, let's go!
Everything's gonna be fine.
Couple of days, you'll be running around.
I think it's time you told me everything you know, Claire.
I've been working with the Perushi people for eight years now.
Sworn enemies unite against a common evil.
Something's not right.
Wessinger first came to the CIA
claiming he had discovered the remains of an ancient creature in the jungle.
We had our own motives for funding him.
Then things began to go wrong.
The experiment became... unstable.
Unstable?
Wessinger began contacting foreign governments
to see the creature as a weapon of war.
Balacau is like no other creature we've seen.
He's far more powerful and aggressive,
virtually immune to anything we've used
to try to control him.
We have to find his new research station and terminate this thing...
...permanently.
Something's coming.
Ash?
- Ah! - Oh!
Ah!
Come on! Ah!
Ah!
You all right?
Good throw.
Come on, we have to go.
This is Reinhardt leaving depot.
ETA to Adelphi Gorge eight hours.
I'm sending out our coordinates to my team.
Looks like their anxious to keep people out.
Or in.
Maybe there's a way to get over.
- Count me out. - Too tough for you?
Too slow.
Standard magnetic lock.
Shouldn't take long.
Looks like someone left here in a hurry.
What the hell happened here?
This is chromium steel.
This is some form of an incubation tank.
Sorry.
Whatever happened... it was recent.
Ash.
It's a log detailing Wessinger's experiments.
That's how he cloned the DNA
"Tests show that life form is highly sensitive to loud noise and bright lights."
"His capacity for motion detection is highly developed."
This is how he recreated the structural mass of the creature.
- Whoa, whoa, back up a second. - What?
It's an anatomical chart.
- So? - So look at the primary organ structures.
The configuration.
There's no creature with anything
remotely resembling this.
At least not on this planet.
So Wessinger has reanimated an alien.
Looks that way.
This is the last entry.
He's trying to clone it.
Something went wrong and it escaped into the jungle.
They lured it back into the station.
That's the last thing they entered.
So it's still here.
Where's Matzu?
Matzu!
Ah!
It's the structure on the computer chart.
It's not him.
Come on.
What is that?
Help, Dr. Ash!
Something's in here with us.
I can't see anything!
Just keep moving.
Where's it coming from?
I'm not sure.
Help, Dr. Ash!
Come on, come on!
For Christ's sake, Ash, it's coming!
Ash!
Come on!
Getting a little testy, isn't he?
It's good to see you again, too, Ash.
They say God is dead.
That he choked to death with pity for mankind.
- What do you think, Ash? - You think you're God?
Ash, don't.
That's it, Ash. You were always very smart.
The problem is our limited understanding of the true nature of mankind.
If you mean that mankind is greedy, arrogant and sick,
I think I've learned that from you, doctor.
Don't you have any idea what you've done here?
I have created a scientific miracle!
- Pardon us if we don't clap. - Some fucking miracle, Wessinger!
The only miracle is that we're not all dead!
The thing's killed everybody else.
You created a monster that takes human life.
And you're waiting for a fucking medal.
Now I see everybody speaking up!
Well, let's just make one thing clear.
This is not Face Thefucking Nation.
Dr. Ash!
Dr. Ash! Dr. Ash!
I told you this was gonna happen.
Did you listen to me? No.
You're too busy thinking about the money you'd make.
Hatton, your constant sniveling is becoming a bore!
You're insane. You killed those people just as sure as if you did
with your own hands!
- What was that? - Power generator. Must have got damaged.
- It's not gonna hold for much longer. - And the fence?
The fence... Without the backup generator, you can forget about it.
Then there's nothing between it and the jungle, right?
No.
Look, we gotta get out of here soon.
Unless I report that the situation is under control,
there's a government evac team on their way here to neutralize it,
and everything else that breathes.
No alternative housing.
So finally they've found me.
Believe me, I've been expecting them for a long time.
We have to get that backup power running to contain it.
We need to get to the generator.
No way. I ain't going back out there.
- No one asked you to. - What other choice...
Hold on!
- Claire, I'm here! - It's Matzu.
- We have to help him. - Hey, whoa!
Whoa, that thing might be right outside the door.
We can't risk our lives just because you wanna go out there!
I mean, you know, whatever happened to democracy?
Democracy? Ask Wessinger.
OK. I'll get the generator hooked up.
Loren, you go with them.
You and go as far as controlling the Balacau,
and then we settle. You understand?
Explicitly.
I'm staying right here.
Man, I'm not cut out for this hero shit.
- That's obvious. - Be careful, special agent.
Hatton, we have to keep that fence lit.
There's no other option.
I'm here! Dr. Ash, I'm here!
Come on, let's get this over with.
Switch the main line over to backup.
- Where? - There!
Yeah, right. There.
- I... I found it! - Congratulations.
Now just trip the switch.
Shoot it!
Goddamn it!
Kill it!
Now!
Help, Dr. Ash!
Matzu! Matzu!
Thank God!
- I'm OK. - Is there a way down? A service duct maybe?
Come on, there must be some way! Think!
The only thing is the hydraulic work plate in the main lab.
- Tell the kid to keep crawling that way. - OK.
- Come on! - You're doing great!
Just keep going straight, all right?
- Where? - The opening's over there.
You're wasting your time. It's got hydraulic locks.
I'll try and override it through the main grid.
Just hurry!
I've accessed the control bank.
There must be a safety override loop in the programming I can bypass.
I think I saw a bypass in the E drive.
Matzu, up here!
- Loren, please tell me you found it! - I'm close!
The code is jumbled from all the power surges.
Almost there!
Here it comes! Accessing bypass!
Here it is!
Keep going!
Come on, baby!
- OK, lock it up! - There must be a bug!
Close it up!
Oh!
Get your exit points sealed down! Clean sweep! Move out!
On the double! First team, go in through the front!
Second team, the back! Go, go!
- What's going on here? - Reinhardt, you're late.
Let's go.
So my good friends at the CIA sent you, huh?
You really should choose your company more carefully!
Bastard!
They know where I am.
Enough.
She talks too much, don't you think?
- What are you doing? - Shut up.
You have to destroy that thing. You'll never control it.
Don't tell me what I am and what I'm not capable of.
I took your miserable research and elevated it to a status of purity and perfection.
I have harnessed the power and knowledge of an alien civilization!
So please, don't tell me what to do.
It annoys me.
You're fucking insane.
Maybe.
- Why? - Shut up.
Or would you like to join your friends?
I didn't think so.
Do not even leave a paper clip behind for them to trace my work.
Now...
Balacau will move in on our friends here.
There's one central passageway out of the drainage feed,
and a vertical shaft here.
We need to seal the grills here and here.
Then we can lower the trap.
Balacau has a light snack, we hoist him up, and we're out of here.
I can't hold on!
I...
What are you going to do with Balacau?
You told me we had contracts with the government and medical companies.
Ha! Do you think I would turn this over to the government?
You think they will use it for curing disease as we know it?
They will use it for the same thing that I will.
I've got dozens of arms traders and heads of state
of every pathetic little country with a gripe.
Just imagine a Balacau on the battlefield.
A biological weapon is dropped and Balacau can run through the streets
cleaning up the diseased and killing the fortunate few who aren't contaminated.
It's invincible.
You never said anything about using it as a weapon.
Think of the millions of people that will die.
It's a deterrent, you idiot.
Did Oppenheimer stop to ask himself the moral implications of nuclear fusion?
Of course not.
I'm just a simple supplier. I've a product to sell.
Sorry to shatter your ideology.
But that's the great American game: capitalism.
And he who pays wins.
Hang on to the grates.
- I'll be right back. - Where?
Hold your breath.
I was crazy to think we were halfway civilized.
Weapons make civilizations. Don't you see?
From the Romans with the legions,
to our ballistic missiles.
He who has the biggest stick can then enjoy the luxury
of a civilization.
The ladder!
He was right.
You are insane.
Oh, really?
Well, my fine friend,
since you brought it up,
I'll take Civilizations for 100, Alex.
The Song Dynasty of the 11th century
heralds what as the their greatest achievement?
I... don't know.
What is... gunpowder?
Ah!
Bait for the cage.
Wait here, I'll be right back.
Passageway ten secured.
Ready?
I can override the detonators with this.
Are we on schedule?
B Team, what's your status?
Final grill sealed.
Let's get the cage winch down.
- I'll be right back. - What's wrong?
Nothing.
- Lower it in. - Please, listen.
- Don't do this, please. - Cheer up, Loren.
Perhaps our friend is on a diet.
Let me know when it shows. I'd hate to miss any of the fun.
Please!
Come on, this way.
Cover me.
Ah!
- You hear that? - What?
Check it out.
What the fuck is going on?
Tack, that you?
Identify!
Hey, I got something over here.
Please!
Help me!
Hang on, I'll be right back!
Hurry!
I think it's here!
Anyone or anything that comes out of that building, shoot the barrel.
- Yeah, no problem. - And don't forget to duck.
We've got him.
I, uh... I thought I was gonna make the history books.
Let's just get out of here before we become history.
Claire!
Hang on!
Other way!
Shoot them!
Ugh!
Dr. Ash! Look out!
Matzu!
For you, Dr. Ash.
Get me a gun.
We can all make it.
- Shit! - You all go.
I'll take care of this.
All right.
Ready? Out the door.
By the numbers.
One, two, three!
- Looks like you're out of bullets. - We'll see about that.
No!
Ah!
Shit! The other helicopter!
Come on, let's go.
Come on. Go, go, go!
The boat! The boat, over here!
Come on, sit down, sit down!
Come on, Ash, they're coming!
Go around again!
Don't move.
It's all right.
- Matzu! - Matzu!
How you doing?
OK.
You're welcome.
Let's go.
Come on.
I must warn my people.
He'll come for them.
What is it?
We're being followed.
I don't hear anything.
Ah!
No!
God!
Matzu, I'm sorry.
It is time.
Poison from the beetle will slow it down.
You must stop it, Ash.
Ah!
Oh!
Ash!
Ash, the axe!
Here, Ash!
Ash!
Better late than never.
I've only got a few weeks' paperwork left, and then I'm out of excuses.
Maybe we can find some more.
Maybe.