Dark Breed

Clear out! Go on, get out of here!

Is it happening?

Is that what you call it?

That's nice.

Getting hot in here?

Are we gonna play the Viking game?

What the hell is that?

Shit! -Be careful.

We don't have all day, gentlemen.

Let's move it.

Come on, let's go. -Come on.

Parker, Jones.

It's okay. It's okay.

I've got people over there.

Unload that truck, please.

You still have that watch, Captain?

Never worked worth a damn.

Lieutenant Burgess reporting for duty, sir.

And what time is it, Lieutenant?

It's 0221 hours, sir.

Throw that thing away, sir.

Good to see you, Toni.

You know what this is all about, Nick?

No.

Let's take a walk, Lieutenant.

Set up here. -Let's go!

Mr. Cutter?

Captain.

My second-in-command, Lieutenant Burgess.

Lieutenant. -Cutter.

What's the situation?

Aquarius is down.

We have six astronauts in the water.

I didn't know there was a mission.

Shay, Powell, Rice, Zimmerman,

Jackson, and, Saxon...

your wife.

Debbie? -I'm sorry, Nick.

My ex-wife.

They defied orders,

broke a total quarantine.

You know 'em all.

Saxon, as my special forces commander,

I want you to oversee the recovery operations.

Captain, Sir. -Lieutenant, report.

Two miles of shoreline secure.

Ops says the tide and current

should land them about a half mile north.

Extend the perimeter one square mile, Lieutenant.

Nobody gets in, nobody gets out.

I want a mobilized reserve brigade

standing by at the ready.

Dismissed. -Yes, sir.

What was the reason for quarantine?

See that you get 'em all.

That doesn't answer the question.

Lieutenant, secure the south quadrant.

Move. -Sir.

Why are our feet wet, Mr. Cutter?

The whole crew's infected.

I don't know how,

but you got to get 'em

and get 'em all immediately,

or they don't stand a chance.

Nick, what the hell is going on here?

We have an emergency situation, Marian.

Aquarius is down in the water,

and there's a good chance of contamination.

You get your people ready.

Come on, take it down.

Move it! Move it!

What the... -Look out!

What the...

Unh!

Come back. -Halt or I'll shoot!

Sergeant, let me have that weapon.

Sergeant, check the rear.

It's clear.

What do you mean, it's clear?

No one's there, sir.

How the hell did they get out?

Captain, there's no sign of the astronauts.

Air support in one minute, Lieutenant.

Captain, they can't land here.

They won't have to.

Have you located the canister?

No.

I have no signal yet.

The long-range transmitter

must not have survived re-entry.

We'll find it.

Drop me a line.

Let's go. -Take me up.

Say, what do you got...

Get out of the way, you morons!

Hey, you can't...

Everyone, stay in your vehicle.

I'm NASA.

-I don't care who you are, buddy. -Hit the ground!

Put down your weapon.

I said, hit the ground now!

Joe?

Joe?

What the hell happened to you, Joe?

Your friend Joe has evolved.

No!

Okay, I'm gonna get around the right side of the vehicle.

You take the left. -Roger that.

Joe!

Joe, for God's sake, I'm your best friend.

It doesn't matter.

None of your pathetic little lives matter anymore.

Joe, let me up.

No!

Damn.

It really screwed us up the last time.

It just pisses me off, Nick.

I was left in the dark.

I didn't even know we had a mission in the air.

It's the mushroom theory of management.

Keep the boys in the dark

and feed them shit once in a while.

You know that.

I don't know anything. -What do you know?

Captain Saxon. -Sergeant.

Fox, what are you doing here?

Cutter brought me in.

You see?

Fox is my operations officer.

I'm supposed to be notified

if anyone redirects him

from the duties I've assigned him.

I'm being sidestepped so many times,

I feel like a turnstile.

That's normal. Everything will be explained.

To you, maybe, but not to me.

You were an astronaut,

the first Aquarius mission commander.

You're on the inside, not me.

Good to see you, Sergeant.

Good to be here, I think.

Mr. Cutter.

Good morning.

I'd like an all-inclusive briefing, sir.

Of course, Lieutenant Burgess.

My aide North, Sergeant Fox, Captain Saxon.

Follow me, please.

What you're about to see

is the last transmission we received from Aquarius VII

before they aborted their mission and returned to Earth.

Anything new?

Nothing new yet.

Sergeant North, turn on that playback machine.

Something's breached the hull!

You set us up. God damn you!

God damn, you were in on this.

You get us down from here.

Get us down from here! Help us!

My God!

What happened up there?

We're not sure.

I never heard Joe Shay swear in my entire life.

Aquarius VII was a top-secret Omega space mission.

As such, we can't go to other government

or civilian agencies for help.

You understand.

I understand something went terribly wrong up there, Sergeant.

We don't know how it happened.

The astronauts destroyed the onboard computer

and all their data-transmission units.

We fear Aquarius VII was exposed to some unknown space virus.

Captain Saxon, you've worked

with Lieutenant Burgess and Sergeant Fox previously.

Yes, sir, I have many times, Mr. Cutter,

and they're very qualified.

They're both combat-decorated,

and they're the best urban search-and-locate team we have.

Good.

The successful completion of this mission

subordinates all other directives.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Very good. Captain, can we have a word in private?

Commander Shay's

one of your best friends, is he not?

Yes, sir, he is.

The fact that your former wife

is one of the missing crew members a problem?

No, sir.

Nick, we have reason to believe that this is related

to what happened to you and your crew on Aquarius II.

Now, it may be just in the initial infestation,

but if you can't bring 'em in...

I'll have no other choice

but to terminate the entire crew.

Murphy. -Murph!

Sergeant, fall back.

Get your men to fall back!

Would Lieutenant Colonel Donald Bowman

please report to the security office in Sector B.