Invasion

You sure that's your key?

It is! It's...

Then open it.

You ok?

Nice.

I like your place.

It's just an apartment. I only sleep here.

David Bowie.

Makes sense.

You like him?

Bowie?

Yeah, I like him.

How's it "makes sense?"

Because...

You're like him.

No one's like Bowie.

You are.

You have cool hair. You wear cool clothes.

You're more talented than anyone I've ever met.

But I think...

You think you aren't good enough.

You think you know me?

You're right. You aren't Bowie.

He's an alien.

You're space.

From where everyone stands, you look distant, cold, empty...

Empty?

Unreachable.

Good thing I'm an astronaut.

I'm not afraid to go out there.

Because I see you.

You're full of stars.

Like the sun. You make my skin warm when I get close to you.

You aren't cold.

You're burning.

I'm like space?

I've always been into space.

In space, you never run out of things to discover.

Like stars.

You know...

Stars are just ultra-massive balls of gas.

That's okay.

I know a personal trainer I can introduce you to.

Look! Everyone is walking.

Kids are cute.

And this is a tree. See?

It's about to bloom, isn't it?

And the grass.

The sun is up in the sky.

It's fun to walk, isn't it?

Walk and talk.

See?

The sun is up high in the sky and shining brightly.

Look, look, this.

Wake up already!

I'll get pissed!

I'll come to you!

Wajo.

Wajo.

Wajo.

Wajo.

Hinata?

Hinata?

Can you hear me?

Mitsuki?

Hinata?

Hey, I need a doctor. Are you a doctor? No?

Hey! Hey!

- Sir, hi. Are you a doctor? - You can't barge in here.

- Are you a doctor? Are you a doctor? - We've got contamination. Hey!

- I'm a US Navy SEAL. High military shit. - Wait!

- This is military stuff. - Mum!

Is this your mum's spot?

Neurology, code blue, station one. Neurology, code blue, station one.

What's that?

Emergency, innit?

Who called blue?

You a neurologist?

Is this a prank? We've people fighting for life here.

No. Look, I need help. Okay? I need...

You need to find your parent or guardian.

I'll have someone get you out of here.

I'm his guardian.

You a neurologist?

Yeah.

Dilation is normal.

Look, I can't just induce a seizure in a child without a parent's consent.

He drew this.

All right? Before it even happened.

Look, I can help them, all of them, all right?

I just need a seizure. Okay, but...

There are enough people with real injuries here.

You should be taking medication to avoid epilepsy.

Carbamazepine. Two hundred milligrams a day, okay?

I don't need meds. I need to see.

I can't induce a seizure in a child without a medical reason. I won't.

We got a gun.

- That medical enough? - Ma'am.

You gonna shoot me?

I've seen doctors induce all kinds of shit on kids before.

Tests, procedures.

Hell, I've seen 'em do it when kids are screaming and crying for them not to.

When those tests and procedures don't... Look at me.

So, please, spare us all the medical reason bullshit.

He's asking for help.

I'm asking.

'Cause I can't be here,

all the way across the world, to be back here again for nothing.

'Cause there has to be a reason.

He's the reason.

That book is the reason.

So do whatever he needs.

Control survives acid bath.

Regenerating now.

Test the object now.

Bring her close, please.

There.

Okay, PSI is stable.

Replication and ammonia discharge has completely ceased.

Dousing the sample.

Trying hydrochloride.

Whoa.

Total structural disintegration.

We can kill it.

I think it can save more than just my family.

Armed escort, classified Yankee White, TS/SCI vanguard.

Miss Malik, thank you. We'll collect your belongings and your family.

- Collect? - I want transport in under 30.

- Wait, what transport? - Full squad.

Ma'am, you say your son found this. You killed one of them with it.

We don't know how it works, just that it does.

For all we know, you or your family is the key to this.

You wanna help? Get your kids.

- But where are we going now? - To the Pentagon, sweetie.

What's the Pentagon?

- It's a... - It's a very big, very safe house.

Do they have toys?

Yes, very, very expensive toys.

Oh, my God. Come on.

Hinata.

Are you in the capsule?

Are manual controls online?

Hinata?

If manual is online,

we can get backup systems working.

Don't...

...Hurt...

...Help...

Tell me how.

Help...

us...

- Who's "us"? - Our crew.

Your crew is dead. The enemy have full net superiority.

My contact with US command

is hanging by a thread of enemy-jammed radio wire.

They scramble our comms, and now they say, "Help us"?

What do you think that means?

I don't want her negotiating on behalf of all mankind.

She's talking to our astronaut.

And you know that?

- She made contact when you could not. - How do you know what she's talking to?

He does not want to remove her now. We could lose contact.

We cannot lose contact.

That signal is giving us the clearest target we have for missile defense.

You're going to nuke them?

As of now, we still have our nuclear defense grid

and may not have it by dawn.

So yes, unless she can make peace in the next 78 minutes,

we strike.

General. You're right, that isn't their astronaut.

Gaps.

They don't match breathing patterns.

Look. This pause here,

there's no space for inhale without affecting vocal rhythm, without sibilance.

It's synthesized speech.

Murai-san.

You're an audio engineer,

a scientist.

You know sound.

And you know your daughter.

Is that her?

Tell me how to save you.

Help them.

Help.

That's her voice.

It is Captain Murai's voice.

But?

But...

She isn't breathing.

But she isn't breathing.

That's not her.

It's pretending to be.

I'll be all right.

I know.

You shou... You should go look for your mum.

I will.

I mean it.

I'm not alone.

All right.

If you're ready.