Race to Witch Mountain

- I've never seen that. -

- Saucers. . . - ...a dry lake bed.

- What's your status? - Are you getting that on radar?

The government won't admit UFOs are real because...

They're among us today.

Roswell, Gulf Breeze, Area 51 , Phoenix.

Scientists believe UFOs are visiting our planet.

- UFOs are real and they know it. - Something happened.

- I know what I saw... - Of course UFOs exist.

We were facing an alien threat from outside this world.

If the United States Air Force did recover alien bodies...

UFOs are as real as you and me.

Unless the military proves me wrong,

what I saw was an alien spacecraft.

You felt a connection to your heart.

And you heard directions in your mind.

We saw the alien spacecraft. . .

One UFO sighting.

There's more than meets the eye.

UFOs are manifesting themselves to people.

What we're talking about is the greatest cover-up

in the history of mankind.

Object of unknown origin is at 90-K and descending fast!

Get me a visual track now!

Zero match with anything on our database.

It's maneuvering.

- We're registering impact! -

Get me Henry Burke. Now.

Hey. Do you think this is it? It's the real deal, right?

You'll learn.

This is not a drill. Attention...

Squad and equipment locked and loaded. I re-routed local law and media.

Impact was eight minutes ago. How long until we land?

Imperial Droid, drive your Geonosian starfighters

- to Planet... Hollywood. -

Die! Die! Whoa! Hey! Give me... No! Come on!

Awesome.

Extend the perimeter. No one gets in. Nothing gets out.

Planet Hollywood, please.

They've got everything here.

This place is truly like being on another planet.

With all this to see every night, you must never get bored.

- - Greetings...!

- Welcome to the nutjob convention. - I understand your reaction.

- They aren't helping our cause. - Our cause?

Educating the public on the legitimate possibility of life on other planets.

As a matter of fact,

I'm giving a lecture on Astrophysical Anomaly Detection

at the nutjob convention.

Feel free to stop by. Skeptics are always welcome.

- Keep the change. - Thanks.

Dr. Alex Friedman.

- Watch your backs, please. - A classic.

- - Hey, come on!

Knock it off, will ya? I need to sleep!

Yeah, me too.

Now, Channel 1 3 Action News in high-definition continues.

Casey Smith, with a news alert.

- An accident near Searchlight. - I'm Tricia Kean.

We're gonna take you to our reporter, live on the scene.

Officials are calling it the worst chlorine spill in state history.

A five-mile security perimeter has been established.

Highway patrol officers have been re-routing traffic

since the early morning hours, and we're now being told

this section of Route 95 will be closed indefinitely.

This is Natalie Gann reporting.

The casts we pulled out of the trench indicate a distinct pattern

alternating between the depth of the impressions here and here.

Suggesting not one, but two separate EBEs. They were moving fast.

Bipedal...

...possibly humanoid in form.

Review every data-gathering entity within a 50-mile radius,

starting upon impact. Look out for any anomalies.

You guys gotta move this thing. I gotta go. Come on.

Jack.

You don't return phone calls anymore?

Mr. Wolfe thinks you're being rude.

Well, tell Wolfe that when I said it was the last time, I meant it.

Mr. Wolfe decides when it's the last time. Not you, Jack.

He likes you, Jackie. Hates to see you wasting your God-given driving talent

giving fat tourists cab rides up and down the Strip.

Buddy, what kind of life is that?

It's one I'm late for.

- You got a death wish? - I drive a cab in Vegas.

- You're dead, Jack. -

Hey! What are you doing? Man, are you insane?

Move this out of the taxi zone before I give you a ticket.

See you soon, Jackie.

- Where'd you come from? - Outside.

I figured that part out on my own. How'd you get in the car?

- Through that portal. -

I'm Seth. This is my sister, Sara.

We require transportation services immediately.

Really? Well, I require...

- A currency transaction. - Would this amount suffice?

- What, did you two rob a bank? - Is this acceptable, Jack Bruno?

- How'd you know my name? -

If we have a deal for your services, we must move forward rapidly.

It's urgent we get to our destination without delay.

All right. I'm going.

Where to?

- I need an address. - We must travel in that direction.

I'm gonna need something more specific than just "that direction."

We must locate latitude 40.54 cross-intersecting longitude...

We're gonna stick with "that direction."

We tracked the two sets of EBE footprints on and off for 7.3 miles,

losing them at a rest stop off the highway.

Four hours, 1 9 minutes post-impact, there was

a highway patrol incident report filed at... the exact same rest stop.

A car trunk was burglarized, no signs of forced entry.

Give me something better than that, Mr. Pope!

Stolen clothing belonging to a couple of teenagers.

We're in the game. Let's roll with this.

Two kids don't walk down the highway alone at night.

We got a bus. Landing roughly at the same time, same rest stop.

Thirty-nine people exit.

Fast-forward to the passengers re-entering the vehicle.

- Fast-forwarding. - Stop. Rewind.

Freeze.

There.

Looks like the bus picked up some extra baggage.

Route schedule indicates next stop...

...Sin City.

I want access to every single surveillance camera

Vegas has turned on. Check office buildings,

warehouses, restaurants, department stores.

Look in sewer systems if you have to.

ATMs! Freeman Street and Main to be exact. 1 2:45PM.

Bank records indicate they withdrew...

...the entire contents of the machine. Fifteen thousand dollars.

And also. . . they never used a card.

They never even touched the machine. Not once.

These EBEs possess some extraordinary skills.

Bingo! Here's the cab company security camera.

Keep your eyes on the back door of the cab.

Right there.

Synchronous satellite feed. Get me a license plate.

Ground transport, now.

And, no matter what they appear to look like, gentlemen,

they're not children.

They're not even human.

Are your parents gonna be OK with you guys spending all this money?

We have agreed upon a financial deal.

If your concern is regarding compensation...

My concern is the fact that I got a couple of kids

in the back of my cab with a big wad of cash,

with a drop-off location that's in the middle of nowhere.

In my book, that's a little chapter called "running away."

Jack, you better be getting desert miles on that fare.

And they better be able to pay.

And you better get me an ETA!

- Capisce? - I'm losing reception, Dominick.

Jack? Jack!

Oh, come on.

Jack Bruno, the vehicles behind us are indicating a pattern of pursuit.

There's no vehicles following...

At your rate of speed versus theirs, they will overtake our vehicle...

Relax, kid. I'm just gonna let them pass.

Open road, people! It's all yours.

What did I tell you? Nobody's following us.

- I'm the king of these roads... - Jack Bruno!

I said I was out, and I meant it!

Who is Mr. Wolfe, Jack Bruno?

How do you know that...?

Get down, now!

- Hold on. -

He is just a cab driver, right?

Jack Bruno, it would appear we have not eluded them.

I'm so over this. Stay down! Stay down!

Seth, no. It's not a good idea.

- I have to try. - It's too dangerous.

Look out!

Now what?

Get out! Get out!

- Get out! -

You two OK?

- We are... - Fine.

We should just keep moving.

Stay here. You didn't get the message?

I told Frank and Marty I was out.

You tell Wolfe for me that he's gonna pay for my repairs.

You are in way over your head here.

I want a complete profile on the driver.

- You think he's collaborating? - Either way, he's a liability.

Get me some air transport.

How are you two holding up back there?

We're fine.

I'm sorry I dragged you two into all this.

There's no need for you to apologize, Jack Bruno.

You're not always the one to blame.