[eerie theremin music]
♪
- [grunts]
I simply want to know how you found this out.
- [chuckles] So then it is true.
- No, Dick.
I just want to know how you found this out.
- Hoover called me.
Heard from one of the joint chiefs that--
that you were gonna have a little talk with Jack.
What does that mean, Mr. President?
- It means I should have fired that bastard Hoover
when I had the chance.
- Are you gonna tell Jack about the alien treaty?
- He's the President of the United States, Dick.
He deserves to know what's going on.
- Sir,
Kennedy cannot be trusted.
- You're just sore because he whooped you in the election.
- Ha.
He didn't whoop me.
He stole it.
Son of a bitch Daley handed it to him.
- You oughta control that
perspiration problem of yours, Dick.
- We're getting off the subject, sir.
You once told me your motto
was, "Never make mistakes in a hurry."
I implore you, don't abandon that motto now.
- I did nothing
for several months.
Now things are changing quickly.
They're ramping up. Bobby's already making
inquiries about the black budget.
And I'm sure Jack put him up to it,
but they're gonna find out the truth.
We just need to get ahead of it.
- And-and what if Kennedy's Roman Catholic conscience
can't live with this?
Are you really gonna take the chance
that they might cancel the treaty?
Ike, he's soft. He's a Democrat.
He has no--
he has no balls.
[sighs] I have grave concerns, Ike.
Grave concerns.
- I'm gonna give them every consideration they deserve.
[music building]
♪
- I can't believe that son of a bootlegging prick
is actually making us wait.
- Language, Dick.
We've only been here 30 seconds.
- Well, we shouldn't be here at all, Mr. President.
- Come right this way.
Can I get you gentlemen anything?
- Oh, thank you, Evelyn, no.
- No thanks.
[phone rings]
- Thank you, Evelyn.
- This is a surprise, Ike.
I think last time we met
it took us a week to get all our ducks in a row.
- Well, the less people who know about this meeting,
the better.
- Well, I'm on pins and needles.
Dick, how's New York treating you?
- Oh, just peachy.
I think I actually spotted an American citizen
the other day.
- [chuckles]
Well, gentlemen, please.
- Thank you. - Sure.
Okay.
So what's the mystery?
Is someone in my cabinet a Russian spy?
- I wish it were only that.
[subtle, ominous music]
♪
[intense, chilling music]
♪
- I keep waiting for...
Truman to show up, tell me this is all
a hazing ritual for new presidents.
- I understand how you must feel.
It's a hard pill to swallow.
- Can we call someone?
You don't look very well, Jack.
- Because I'm not well.
I can't understand how a sitting president--
once the Supreme Allied Commander in Europe--
could make such a treaty.
Allowing Americans to be abducted and experimented on?
- Are you implying that President Eisenhower somehow--
- Dick.
♪
5,000 people a year.
It's a small number whose sacrifice
ensures the safety of 190 million Americans.
- And with the technology that we are getting in exchange
we will dominate the world.
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
And that's what this is about.
♪
Our dominance.
♪
- Well, of course, Jack.
What else is there?
- The director of the CIA,
the head of the DOD, the joint chiefs--
they all know about this treaty.
And I'm the damn President of the United States
elected by the American people,
and they were gonna keep this from me.
- Jack, honey,
aren't you even gonna try to get into the mood?
[soft piano music]
- How come you're not going crazy about this?
- What do you mean?
- Well, I tell you we have a treaty with aliens,
and it's as if I've told you that we're...
we're repainting the Lincoln Bedroom.
- Well, I've always known
something like this was happening.
- You have?
- When I was a little girl, I woke up
in the middle of the night to this...
sound.
[tense music]
[distorted grunting]
There was this teddy bear.
I didn't know where it came from.
My foster parents never game me any toys.
[loud droning]
♪
[chilling tone]
And I told my foster mother.
She didn't believe me and she told me I was crazy.
And she sent me to another home.
It wasn't a dream.
I've never been so scared in my life.
And I do appreciate you taking me into your confidence.
- I can't tell Jackie.
I need to tell someone.
- You know what I think is really bothering you?
- What's that?
- You know what you need to do,
but you know it's not going to be easy.
Jack, the American people expect the truth from you.
It's why they love you.
- [exhales]
- And it's why I love you too.
♪
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Well, I was right.
That Ivy League bastard-- he's gonna do it.
- Dick, the devil you calling me at this hour?
- Is the fudge out of the pan?
- Shh.
You're just dreaming, it's okay, honey.
Hold on.
[grunts]
[subtle, ominous music]
♪
What is it, Dick?
- I just got word that, uh,
Kennedy is convening a secret study group.
[chuckles]
You wanna guess what they're studying?
- Oh, God almighty. - That's right.
Little Lord Fauntleroy's just dying
to tell the American people what's going on.
Now, we can't just let this happen.
- Do we know who's in the study group?
- Ike, you can bet your ass there's at least one
goddamn Jew and one Harvard fuck.
And they're gonna go to the media.
They always do. And then we're--
we're screwed royal.
- Have you been drinking, Dick?
- No, I am drinking.
And I've never had a better reason.
♪
This is, uh...
♪
This is catastrophic, sir.
You need to think of yourself.
Your legacy.
If President Harvard comes clean,
he's gonna point the finger directly at you.
You made the treaty with the aliens,
and he's gonna plant a target on you.
Now we have to start thinking about containment.
♪
We need to be prepared for anything, sir.
♪
[chilling music]
♪
[flamethrower whooshes] [screams]
- If he's not out in three minutes,
we'll send somebody in there.
- Isn't this wonderful?
This Salisbury steak
looks absolutely melt-in-your-mouth delicious.
Even for breakfast.
Don't you think?
- And you cooked this in a new microwave oven?
- Took all of 30 seconds.
I have to confess I was a trifle nervous
about using technology we got from them.
But I have to admit...
it's absolutely life-changing.
The public is going to eat it up.
- Mmm, mmm. - [chuckling]
- We interrupt you with a special news bulletin.
The President was shot as he drove
from Dallas Airport to downtown Dallas.
It is reported that three bullets rang out.
A Secret Service man was heard to shout from the car,
"He's dead." - Ike.
- The President slumped into the lap of the First Lady.
- Is that related to...
- Apparently, a bullet wound in his head.
[eerie tone] More details as they come.
- There is a species of fungus
that threatens the Earth today.
It was discovered.
Dr. Palmer called it "blood rust."
[ominous music]
I've seen the blood rust.
- You need to call Jackie. - Oh, call Jackie?
- To express your condolences.
- I will do no such thing.
The work I did in the White House,
and all I got was scorn.
"The Pink Palace" the press called it,
as if there's something wrong with blush tones.
- I'm gonna make some calls. - Now, don't you tell yourself
you've done anything wrong.
Everything you do is for the good of the country.
[theremin music]
This is patriotism at its finest.
♪
And I'm proud of you.
You should be proud.
- You be proud for the both of us.
- If you're so ashamed of this treaty,
then why did you make it?
[suspenseful music]
♪
[martial music]
♪
- Open the damn doors.
[doors bang]
At ease.
Let's get this started.
You got a hearing problem, son?
- You always begin these meetings with a prayer, sir.
- Well, that's when we had something to pray to.
You're excused.
Get out!
You've all been briefed as to what's going on,
so let's get the first question out of the way.
Yes, it's true.
Every damn word of it.
- Mr. President...
this proposal from these creatures
is a complete surrender of our national sovereignty.
- If we don't play ball,
they'll make a treaty with the Soviets.
The Russians are already ahead of us in space.
A deal like this could let us catch up.
[phone ringing] - But at what cost?
- Mr. President,
Subject One has left the containment area.
[chilling tone]
- Where is she? [doors bang]
♪
Holster your weapons.
Everyone, stay calm.
- [distorted voice] I feel your suspicion.
♪
I sense your resistance.
♪
[echoing thud]
This box is composed of a radiation absorbing metal.
Anything made with this metal will be invisible to radar.
[buzzing]
♪
Those filaments use light to carry information.
The speed of every electronic device you have
will be tripled.
- It's a miracle.
- No, it's evil.
Don't you see we're being tempted?
This is our 40 days in the desert.
[eerie, buzzing tone]
Someone needs to stand up and say,
"Get behind me, Satan!"
- Admiral, no!
[eerie tone]
- Good God.
♪
- [distorted voice] Our world is dying.
And if we can't find a way to live on yours,
we will go extinct.
If you were in the same situation,
wouldn't you try to save your people?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I probably would.
Well, why don't you just... come here?
We're a pretty welcoming country.
Why do you need to abduct people?
- Because your Earth is contaminated.
There are toxins and viruses
that we have not evolved to combat.
So we need to create something better.
Part human, part us.
That's why we need your people--
so that we can go on.
We won't wait forever for your answer.
Our test subject has failed and we need more.
Time is running out.
For both our people.
[chilling music]
[breathing heavily]
♪
- What does she mean, "Our test subject has failed"?
[suspenseful music]
♪
- What the hell happened?
- It was the newborn, sir.
- The baby?
- Yes, sir, but it's not a baby.
It's a monster.
It attacked everyone in there.
- Give me your sidearm.
- Sir, we have strict protocols in place
for something like this.
- Those people in there need our help.
- They're beyond our help.
That thing is still alive.
There's a team on its way-- [gun clicks]
[suspenseful music building]
♪
[chilling music]
♪
[slithering softly]
♪
[metal crashes]
- Sorry, sir. - [exhales]
♪
[low growl]
- They didn't deserve this.
You're an American hero.
[squelching]
[growls]
[chilling tone]
[gunshots blasting]
Enough.
[chilling music]
♪
- I think we should look for a venue in New York.
Or that splendid ballroom at the Grand Hotel.
Did I tell you Rock Hudson and Doris Day have RSVP'd?
[voice muffles] Oh, and I ordered
the most divine birthday cake.
So yummy, lemon cake.
[normal voice] Acres of pink frosting,
of course.
And I do hope Rock
will help me blow out my candles.
- Wonderful. - Oh, and Ethel Merman
and Ray Bolger are going to perform.
Have you called Lawrence Welk yet?
- It slipped my mind.
- Oh, please be a dear and don't forget.
All Lawrence needs is a word from you
and he'll bring his entire orchestra.
Can you believe "The New York Times" says
adults across the country
are starting to celebrate birthdays?
And all because of me
and the ones I throw for myself.
[ominous ambient music]
Birthday parties are not just for children anymore.
You're not the only one who's leaving behind a legacy.
- Well, I'm leaving something behind.
I wouldn't call it a legacy.
- Oh, you're not still fretting over the alien situation.
I thought that was all sorted.
It's not.
And I don't know if I can go along with it.
♪
- Well, from the way you told it to me,
you don't have a choice.
♪
If you say no, they'll go to the Russians
and give them all their goodies.
And we can't have that, dear heart.
- There's always a choice, Mamie.
- The Ike I married
is too good a soldier, patriot,
to ever give the Russians the upper hand.
- Maybe you don't know me like you think.
[theremin music]
♪
[eerie music]
♪
- Take your time.
Ike won't be back from the base for several hours.
- He has no idea that I'm here?
- This is just between you and me,
Mr. Vice President.
- [sighs]
I think I'm gonna be sick.
[ambient ominous music]
- I know how you feel.
♪
- How on earth
did you get your hands on this file?
- I've had a key to Ike's desk for, oh,
ten years now.
I trust you to keep that a secret.
- Seems you're the only one that trusts me with secrets.
I can't believe that I wasn't let in on this.
- Well, I suspect you would be eventually.
But we're not here to dissect your hurt feelings.
I need you to convince Ike to do the right thing.
- Why would he listen to me?
Ike doesn't even like me.
- That's true.
He doesn't exactly hold you in the highest of esteem.
Who does?
But he does admire your political skill
And if you explained how disastrous it would be
for him to turn down this offer,
I believe he would listen.
- [scoffs softly]
- Let me put it in terms you'll understand.
If Ike is ruined by this,
what do you think will happen to you?
You'll never get what you want.
The Presidency.
♪
Never.
It's over for you.
♪
Over.
♪
And we can't have that.
Can we?
[music intensifies]
♪
- How the hell did you find out?
- I have my sources, sir.
It doesn't matter how I found out.
- It matters to me. - Well,
with all due respect, Mr. President,
the most important thing now is the American people
and what a wrong decision would do to them.
Now, I've been called
the number one red-baiter in this country.
And that is a badge I wear with pride.
But whether it's commies or these things,
I do not want to relinquish the sovereignty of our country
any more than you do, sir.
But there may be another way.
- I'm afraid to ask.
- We play their game.
We give them what they need,
we take everything they give to us,
and when the time is right,
we use their own technology against them
and we kick their asses right the hell back
to wherever it is those slimy little bastards came from.
- Dick, there are so many "what ifs" in that
that it's impossible to count.
We don't even know if their technology
will work against them.
- There's no technology that cannot be applied to war.
Technology is power, Ike.
You know that better than anyone.
♪
[chilling tone]
- This is one of Mamie's.
♪
You learned about this through my wife.
♪
[door clicks]
Mamie.
- Ike, dear, I'm in here.
- Don't "dear" me.
What are you trying to do?
- I'm trying to get this fudge on the pan
so we can have it for bridge tomorrow afternoon.
Remember, Slats is coming over.
[pan clatters] - Not the damn fudge.
- Well, excuse me, Mister Man.
- I trusted you, Mamie.
I told you everything because I needed to hear
from someone who wasn't in the military,
and you break that trust by going to Dick Nixon?
- But you weren't hearing me.
That's why I went to him.
I was desperate to find anyone
who could talk some sense into you.
- Well, all he did was convince me even further
that we need to resist these things.
Because if we don't,
people like Nixon are gonna make out.
- Ike, dear, you are not thinking straight.
- No, I'm the only one who is thinking straight.
[eerie music]
I don't even know who you are anymore.
♪
- [distorted voice] Allow us to enlighten you.
♪
[chilling tone]
♪
[intense, chilling music]
♪
We've spoken before.
♪
From another body.
- Mamie.
- She's in here, Mr. President.
And she's not very happy about it.
- You sons of bitches.
- You will deal with us for the good of your country.
You remember what happened to the last person we...
occupied.
♪
- I will kill every damned one of you
if you hurt my wife.
- That all depends on you, Mr. President.
♪
[horn honking, tires squeal]
[intense music]
- [inhales sharply]
- Sorry.
♪
- [panting]
- Babe, will you stop? - Come on, babe, try it.
- Oh, my God, what the fuck are you doing?
- Breathing exercises.
That's what pregnant women do, right?
- Yes, when they're about to go in labor.
We're about nine months early. - I'm sorry,
I haven't had a chance to read my copy of
"What to Expect When You're Not Supposed to be Expecting
Because You're a Fucking Dude"!
- Oh, God.
[retches]
- Are you sure we've got nine months left?
These stomachs were flat yesterday.
- Dr. Reyes can tell us how far along we are.
She can use the ultrasound.
- We should be going to an emergency room,
not your OBGYN. - [laughs]
No way, too many people asking a lot of questions
that we can't answer.
- I've been seeing her since I was 18.
She's discreet. - Oh, yeah?
How discreet do you think she's gonna be
after you tell her that we got abducted
and impregnated by aliens?
- Shh, that didn't happen.
We don't know if that happened.
It could be a growth. - What, like cancer?
- Yeah, spontaneous cancer just hit us all overnight
and caused a dozen positive pregnancy tests.
- Hey, remember Chernobyl?
The massive amounts of radiation caused, like,
all kinds of strange reactions in people and animals.
We still don't know what happened to those cows.
Maybe there was some, like, secret government weapon
that they were testing out there
that we just happened to be affected by.
- Can we pull over right now?
- No, we're almost there. - You guys,
there's always a logical explanation for things.
Whenever some unexplainable phenomenon happens,
everyone screams "aliens" or "ghosts,"
but it's never any of those things.
- [retches] - Jeez.
[ominous music]
[knocks on door]
- Jamie.
How are you feeling?
- A little freaked out, doc.
- And I see you brought some friends.
- Um, yeah, I felt like I could use the support.
This pregnancy sort of came out of the blue.
So...
- Is one of you the father?
both: Yes.
- And you?
- Are not.
- I don't, um, know who the father is.
I was hoping you could tell me with the ultrasound.
If you knew how far along I was...
- I see you're pretty freaked out,
so I'm going to save the safe sex conversation
for your next visit.
But just know that it's coming.
Okay, let's have look.
- [yelps] - [chuckles]
All right.
[low rumbling]
[ultrasound thumping]
- Um, is everything okay?
- Do twins run in your family?
- No, why?
- It's almost like I'm getting two heartbeats.
- There's-- there's two of them in here?
[ominous music]
♪
- Wait here a minute.
I just need to check something.
- Okay, that was weird. She was weird.
- Oh, sorry, I didn't notice.
I was too stuck on the fact that there might be
two alien babies in here.
- Troy, get on the table.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Let's see what freaked her out.
- [winces] Cold.
♪
[ultrasound thumping]
- Oh, my God. - What?
[chilling tone]
Is there really a baby in there?
- Uh-- - It's a fucking alien baby.
- It's not possible. What, aliens are real?
All that "In Search of"
Discovery Channel bullshit is real? No.
- Wait, wait, wait, how is it gonna come out of me?
♪
- Kendall?
- Can you please let Dr. Sharp know it's urgent?
I have a patient in need of an emergency consult.
No, I'll hold.
[tires squeal]
[suspenseful music]
- Kendall? Is Troy having twins too?
[eerie tone]
[thumping]
- What am I looking at?
♪
[chilling tone]
- I'm still holding.
For Dr. Sharp.
[suspenseful music]
I'm sorry, the office is closed.
- Yes, office hours ended at 4:00.
You're on with Dr. Sharp at Cedars?
- Yes, I'm on hold.
- So you haven't told him what you saw.
- No.
- Good.
[gunshot blasts]
[chilling music]
[gunshot blasts]
- Were those gunshots?
- What? - What?
[chilling tone]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - No, no, no!
- [screams]
No!
[screaming]
- No. [gasping]
♪
[bright tone]
[eerie ambient music]
♪
[rumbling tone]
- [gasps]
[breathing shakily]
Jamie, Troy, Cal, wake up!
- [echoing] Do not.
♪
You must stay calm.
For the baby.
[eerie tone]
- Where are we?
- This is a safe space.
♪
This is where you'll be prepared for the next phase.
- You're one of them, aren't you?
[shakily] The ones who did this to us.
- No.
I'm something else.
- What does that mean?
[device beeps]
I want to know who took us.
Why they did this to us.
This thing inside me-- - It is hope.
♪
For the future.
- No.
It's not.
It's a monster.
- Don't...say that.
- [sobs] - It can hear you.
- [sobs]
Please.
This isn't right.
We don't belong here.
[sobs] Y-you have to let us go.
Please.
- You mustn't fight.
Embrace the gift that has been given to you.
- [sobs]
♪
You've been chosen.
♪
This is an opportunity to save an entire planet.
- Save Earth by populating it with four-armed freaks?
- Who said anything about saving Earth?
- What?
[shudders]
[groans]
- You be quiet now.
[distorted speech echoing]
[Debussy's "Clair de Lune"]
♪
- I think you need to let it go.
- I just saw someone using one the other day.
I still can't believe they--
It's a pencil.
Do they drive to the store in a horse and buggy too?
I mean, come on, Calico.
What the heck have we been doing here
for the past 50 years?
- Before I settled in Vegas, I spent some time
working the circuit south of the border.
And I saw this girl who could shoot ping pong balls
right out of her lady bits.
- How does this relate?
- People are gonna use what they have
however they see fit.
It's not our business to tell them what to do.
And you know what?
We wouldn't be able to even if we tried.
- [chuckles]
You're right.
Thanks, Calico.
You always know what to say.
- [chuckles]
["Clair de Lune" continues]
♪
[chilling tone]
- Kendall?
Kendall?
- Oh. - Hi.
- Oh, thank God you're okay.
We didn't know what happened to you.
- Yeah, where did you go? - Uh--
- Hey, hi, um,
was that Steve Jobs?
- Oh, yeah.
He can't dress for shit, but he's real sweet.
[chilling tone]
- Eat your food.
I'll be back with your micronutrients.
- He's lying.
This ain't food.
They stopped serving food here in '79.
I'm Calico. - I'm sorry,
uh, 1979?
Because that's, like-- - Oh, a gentleman
would stop himself before doing the math.
- Hey, are you okay?
We were worried when we woke up and you were gone.
We thought-- - Um...
I don't know how I got here.
- None of us do. We heard gunshots,
and then the next thing we knew--
- No, I woke up.
Before.
There was this woman.
She told me-- - Oh, sweetheart,
it's best to try and not remember.
Just take all the forgetting you can get around here.
- She said it was hope for the future.
The babies.
- Ours? I mean,
does that mean we get to leave then, after?
- Well, you didn't get to leave.
- Oh, most people who are here are one and done,
but then there are a few like me
who are on the annual plan.
- Annual?
As in you've been through this more than once?
- Yeah, and I thought Circus Circus
was hell on Earth.
- Is that somewhere you worked? - No.
No, I actually worked at the Pussycat Lounge in '68.
And then I was a backup dancer for Ann-Margret
at the Sahara until I aged out.
And after my third divorce, I had to get a job
being a floor girl at the Golden Nugget,
and that's where they nabbed me.
- Who are they?
- You know, they never give you a straight answer.
But I know that the government is in cahoots with them.
[chilling tone]
- All I know is I haven't aged a day since I got here,
which is not a bad deal except for the food.
- But you said that most people are just one and done.
So then they get to go home, right?
[soft, tense music]
♪
- Yeah. - They're just gonna
cut this thing out of me when it's time,
and then they're gonna wipe my brain,
and then I get to go home.
Right?
- Life must find its own way.
[chilling tone] - What does that mean?
"Life must find its own way."
[rumbling tone]
How is this baby coming out of me?
- Here.
Take these.
[clattering] - No.
I need someone to answer me.
How is this thing coming out of me?
[alarm blaring]
- Sit down and stop asking questions.
- Fuck you!
[alarm blaring]
- Hey, hey, hey! - Troy, Troy!
- Don't touch him! - No, no!
[taser crackles]
- Let go of him! Stop!
- Wait, where are you taking him?
- Ignorance is bliss, sweetheart.
Sit down, trust me.
[eerie string music]
- [breathing shakily]
[eerie ambient music]
- [inhales sharply]
[machines beeping]
[gasps]
- [echoing] It's okay.
♪
It's almost over.
- And then what happens?
No one will tell me what happens next.
[grunts in pain]
- I'm sorry we haven't answered your questions.
We didn't mean to scare you.
But it's almost time now.
[chilling tone]
All your questions will be answered.
- How is this baby gonna come out of me?
- Life...
must find its own way.
You'll see.
- [gasps] Oh, my God.
It's moving. It's moving.
Please, I don't wanna see. Just tell me.
Just tell me how it's gonna come out.
[groans in pain]
- You will be honored for your contribution
to the evolution of our species.
- Fuck your species!
[coughing]
Am I gonna die?
- Don't focus on the pain.
[eerie music]
Focus on the future.
- Please.
Just tell me what happens next.
[music rises]
♪
- Birth.
- [gasps]
[heartbeat]
[grunts]
[screams]
[intense, eerie music]
[screams]