♪ ♪
(Indistinct chatter)
(Siren wails)
Let me see that thing. Wow.
How did you know?
He asked me if women know their ring sizes.
And I was like...
"Of course. I mean, I do."
Real smooth.
(Chuckles) So smooth.
You know, I'd almost lost faith until you guys.
Maybe there's still hope for me.
Let me see it again.
Aw... Wow.
It's gorgeous.
Whoa. Hey.
Are you okay?
Rose.
I've got a bad feeling.
His name was Death.
And hell followed with him. (Gunshots)
Oh, my God! Rose!
Rose! Rose!
Rose!
Somebody get a doctor out here!
Man: We've got a gunshot victim!
Rose! Hey, hey, hey, hey, Rose.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
I got you. Somebody help!
Help!
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_
(Rock music playing on radio)
♪ The only difference is a name ♪
♪ Everything around here feels the same ♪
♪ Procrastination, always waiting... ♪
Were you nice? You said you'd be nice.
He said that we're looking for E.T.
in the middle of a budget crisis. That's what he said.
So you weren't nice.
(Chuckles) I just made one observation. That was it.
You know, that I'm sure he's just as qualified
to judge the work of a team of radio astronomers as he is to hold public office.
I'm really worried about where this is going.
His daddy's oil money obviously qualifies him for both.
You said that to him? You said those words to him?
- Vera, the man is a U.S. congressman. - The man is an idiot.
An idiot who holds the purse strings!
(Rapid beeping)
Vera: What?
Whoa.
_
(Gunshot)
(Panting)
Qué pasó, amigo?
What the hell took you guys so long?
Five years underwater, man. My cover's blown.
I got what we need. Now I'm out.
You hear me? I'm finished.
We got you, okay? Don't worry.
You're out. We get it. That's why we're here.
We're gonna get you back across the border.
No. Not just across the border. You take me home.
- I'm done. - Absolutely.
You earned it.
We got El Jefe over a barrel now.
You did get the coordinates, right?
Yeah, I got the coordinates.
- Shipment's on the plane. - Ha.
You are one hell of an agent, amigo.
(Children laughing, chattering)
Wow. You're getting good at those sunrises, Van Gogh.
I don't want to be Van Gogh. He cut off his ear.
Oh, and your ears are so cute, too.
(Phone ringing) (Chuckles) In the car, kiddo. Buckle up.
Hello?
Amy.
Okay, mommy.
Hello. Who's this?
Ronnie.
Ronnie, if that's you, I swear
I know what you are trying to do and she is not going with you.
You hear me?
As long as I live, never again.
I'm hanging up.
(Jazzy music playing on piano)
Director: One minute to showtime, preacher.
You're gonna kill it. You always do.
It's like opening for the Stones. (Chuckles)
You are just as good as your father.
Besides,
Jagger's getting old. It's time for the next generation.
(Chuckles)
Shouldn't you be sitting? The doctor...
Does not know squat.
Come on.
30 seconds to air.
Hey, you could be onstage with my dad.
The view's better from back here.
Go on, preacher man. Knock 'em dead.
(Cheering and applause)
We're on in five,
four, three...
(Rock music intro plays)
_
Does God want us to fear him?
Audience: No!
- Is that what you think? - Audience: No!
No. No, I don't think so either, friends.
See, my father's teachings show us that God,
well, God just wants us to love.
Yes, he does. Yes, he does!
He just wants us to love.
(Applause)
Now, I ask you to remember John 10:10.
"I have come that they may have life
"and that they may have it
more abundantly, more abundantly."
(Speaking indistinctly)
(Continues speaking indistinctly)
_ (School bell rings)
(Indistinct chatter)
Girl: Hey.
Hey, Peter.
Hello? Peter.
Space cadet. Are you even listening?
What? Sorry?
I'm trying to ask you when you're heading to Lindsey's party tonight.
Oh, yeah, um, uh, I don't know.
I don't think I'm gonna go.
Just be too...
Uh, too...
Much fun? Come on, Peter.
You can't swim laps all night.
And, besides, I wanted you to drive me home.
Hey, Petey.
You know, hanging out with this chick,
it ain't fooling anybody.
Hey, Sam, is it true Susan broke up with you 'cause you have a really small...
You'd better shut up.
Vocabulary?
I was gonna say "vocabulary."
You think I was saying something else?
You know, next time I see you,
you're dead.
Let's go.
(Rapid beeping) Are you getting it?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Seriously, what is this?
Wait.
Come on. Move. Move.
This thing's really close.
(Distant boom)
(Distorted voices)
Man: There's a lot more at the drop site,
right?
Along with some evidence that's gonna put El Jefe away for good.
Well, we got to call in the location
so we can get a team over there right away.
Hey.
Hey, my man. Are you listening?
Are those fishes delicious?
Can we go to Texas this summer?
I've never been to Texas.
You haven't been to a lot of places.
- You're six. - I know.
Well, I do have a cousin in Houston.
I'm not going to dad's anymore?
No, sweetie.
Did he do something wrong again?
(Audio on radio distorting)
(Tires screeching)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Preacher speaking indistinctly)
I pray you may prosper in all things, just as...
(High-pitched ringing)
(Gasping)
Man: Joshua!
Joshua!
(Murmuring)
Call 911. Get help!
Vera. Vera.
Vera!
(Panting): Hey, Vera, hey. Wake up.
Oh!
Oh, God, no.
Oh...
(Panting)
- Joshua. Joshua. - Did someone called 911?
What's going on?
I don't think he has a pulse.
Maybe it was a heart attack.
Michael!
(Panting): Vera...
Are you okay?
I'm fine, I'm fine. I must have...
- Must have been dehydrated. - Okay, hold on, just stay sitting.
- No. - I called 911.
No, no, call them back.
I'm fine.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Because my name's Alan.
When you woke up, you said "Michael."
Look, we have to go figure out what the hell it was
- that fell down over the horizon. - No, just take a second.
- I'm gonna grab you some water. Just... - Let's go.
(Siren blares) (Indistinct radio chatter)
- Easy. - Let me get the legs free.
- What are her vitals? - Nothing. She's gone.
(Gasping breaths) Stay down! don't move!
Amy. Where's Amy?
- Where's my daughter? Where is she? Amy? - Ma'am, please!
Amy!
Paramedic: Female, critical condition.
- Let go! Amy! - Please, ma'am, come back.
Man: Get us some help!
(Coughing)
Let's go.
What the hell?
What happened?
We thought you were dead.
(High-pitched whirring) (Grunts in pain)
You all right there?
Male voice: Remember the training.
It's three to the chest.
What's wrong, buddy?
It's just a headache.
Nah, you're all right... It's just been a tough day.
Male voice: Isabel... We're doing this for you. (Groans in pain)
Three to the chest.
Who's... who's Isabel?
Isabel? What are you talking about?
She's my wife. How the hell do you know her name?
Whoa, slow down, slow down.
We're all on the same team here.
You're gonna kill me, aren't you?
- Three shots to the chest, right? - No, nobody's killing anybody.
He knows... What's it matter?
Yeah, we're gonna kill you.
You want to do this?!
Just let me go.
Man: No! Don't do it!
(Gunshots, grunting)
(Crows cawing)
(Gasping)
(Panting) Baby! What happened?
Are you okay? Hey, talk to me.
Baby, what's wrong? What happened?
- Talk to me. - We thought you were gone.
I need to make a broadcast.
Tonight.
Anything, son.
We must share our miracle.
Excuse me.
Hey, can you... can you please tell me what's going on?
She's still in surgery.
We'll know something soon.
Where the hell is she? Where's Amy?
It was an accident.
- It was... - Nothing's ever your fault, is it?
Our daughter is in here,
- and this is what you do? - You did this!
Ronnie: You did this! She's in here because of you!
The police report's gonna say you were drinking,
again.
But that's not true.
It's true if I say it's true.
- Don't do this, Ronnie. - I swear to God, Erin, if she dies...
(Crying quietly)
Man: So, I know high school
can be a difficult time, Peter,
and you sometimes feel hopeless.
- Hopeless? - Yeah.
About the present or the future.
Is this how you interrogate people who almost drown?
Your previous suicide attempt is in your file, Peter.
That was a long time ago.
It doesn't have anything to do with today.
I was swimming, and the next thing I know, I'm coughing up water.
That's the end of it.
I have practice tomorrow, early.
We'll need to notify one of your parents,
then you can go.
Notify the group foster home...
Where I live.
Or is that not in your file?
(Bird screeches in distance)
Definitely calling the cops, bro.
I seem to find myself in need of some clothes.
Not sure I can help you.
But I insist.
I understand completely.
Yes, absolutely.
Thanks.
- It's so strange. - What?
Houston says they've got it under control.
I mean, they're 700 miles away.
So maybe they know something we don't.
It's a meteor event... I mean, it's definitely our territory.
Yeah, well, if it is a meteor, then, you know, it'll still be there tomorrow.
Alan, the energy from the impact knocked me out.
- That's weird. - Did I just try to advise caution?
I'm sorry. My mistake.
Whatever it is...
We're gonna be the ones who find it.
♪ ♪
Alan: You know, Vera, when I first got to you back there,
maybe it was just me being panicked, but... I couldn't find your pulse.
- My heart's still beating, obviously. - No, I can see that.
I'm just... It was still pretty scary.
(Radio playing) Wait.
Newsman: Government sources are telling us that you can thank
a giant solar flare for a burst of radiation,
which disrupted radio signals across America today,
causing cell phones, computers
and various small electronic devices to go on the fritz.
- Currently, it's 3:00... - What?
It wasn't a solar flare. And what government source?
We're the government sources.
I mean... who told the news it was a solar flare?
Why are you looking at me? I was with you the whole time.
It definitely made impact...
Why don't they just say that it was a meteor?
Please let it be aliens.
No. Not again. Seriously?
A guy mistakes a drone for a UFO one time and he loses all credibility?
I'm turning up the radio.
(Loud music playing)
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(Panting)
♪ ♪
Vera, you know where we are?
33.6773 North, 106.4754 West...
- I know exactly where we are. - That's not what I meant.
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Trinity?
So we're saying that a meteor just happened
to land at the exact spot where the first nuclear bomb was tested?
Vera!
Okay, maybe we shouldn't just run up the m...
Hey, just slow down a second. Just...
- This is incredible. - You're telling me.
- Whoa. - The sand's melted from extreme heat.
- It's like tektite. - That's what I'm thinking.
And that smell.
Definitely sulfur.
Exactly.
That plus melting... Suggests it was
a meteor.
Yeah, but...
Doesn't the location of Trinity feel, like, a little too convenient, no?
Like what, you think it was aimed like a weapon?
I mean, it's either another weapons test, or someone is trying to make a point.
Yeah, but we traced the trajectory... it didn't come from Earth.
Look, this is something that somebody
(helicopter approaching) didn't want us to know about.
What makes you say that?
This is a special broadcast.
At 4:10 p.m., today, on live television,
I, Joshua Silburn Jr., died.
I died.
And yet, here I am.
Why?
(Rhythmic beeping)
(Sighs)
(Crying)
(Crying): Amy, no.
(Sobbing)
Oh, my sweetie.
(Sobbing)
♪ ♪
Look what we got here.
Where you going, man?
Hey, Petey, want to party?
- Get in there. - Huh?
- Come on, you wimp. - Look, Sam, I don't want any trouble.
Told you, next time I see you, you're dead.
Yeah, man.
(Grunts) Oh!
(Groaning and grunting)
Get him. Knock him out.
I have seen such things
that would make your blood freeze.
- Man. - Kick his ass.
(Coughing) There you go.
Joshua: I have had visions of the future.
(Crying)
(Sobbing)
I have seen the face of God,
and it is a terrible thing to behold.
Say you're gay.
Say it!
(Panting) Oh.
Yeah! Yeah!
The wheels of Revelation have begun to turn.
There will be chaos and war,
and what we do now
will mean everything.
(Groaning, coughing)
For the great day of His wrath has come.
And who shall be able to stand?
Heed my words, or perish.
Cut him off.
It's going live.
End it!
For I am the Messenger of God.
(Loud clacking)
Hey, Sam.
(Grunting)
(Blows landing, grunting)
(Grunting) (Groaning)
(Crying)
Why am I here?
(Gasps)
(Grunts)
(Loud crowd chatter)
(Groaning)
(Grunts, car alarm chirps)
Run!
Oh, my God. Oh, you're...
Oh, my God. No, no, sweetie.
Listen, you have to stay down, okay?
You're very hurt. You're hurt, okay?
Where?
Oh, my God.
You're not hurting or anything?
Mom, what's going on?
(Crying)
Amy: I want to go.
♪ I long to wrap the stars around the moon ♪
Come on, baby, let's get out of here.
♪ Of you, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ah... ah... ♪
♪ Ah... Ah ♪
♪ Ah... ah... ♪
♪ Ah... Ah ♪
♪ Ah... ♪
- How long have we been here? - Two hours and 47 minutes.
(Sighs)
Why are we being held here? Can you please tell me that?
Man: My apologies, Doctor.
You can go.
- Oh, you're finally allowing us to leave? - Yeah. And maybe we should go.
My associate and I were tracking the extra-planetary object
that made impact here this afternoon.
This is our site as much as it is anyone else's.
It's for your own safety.
You could have been exposed to environmental toxins.
(Laughs) Would that be from a solar flare or some other cover story?
What is it that you're hiding?
See that?
I know what that is. You're taking
core samples. I need to be a part of this.
This could be a very important scientific site.
Sergeant Andrews will escort you to your car.
I'm not leaving.
Take me to Guantanamo,
whatever-whatever you have to do,
but I'm not leaving here without answers.
Alan: Okay, don't say "Guantanamo."
Okay, we-we're gonna leave.
We should... Vera, we should go.
(Mutters)
You antagonize the guy? He's got guys with guns.
I don't want to get shot.
(Indistinct woman's voice over P.A.)
Hey! Hey, excuse me.
Where's the girl that was in that room? Amy Calder. Where is she?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Where is she?
Where's my daughter?!
(Loud techno music playing, crowd chatter)
Peter. (Gasps)
What happened to you?
Girl: Why's he walking around like that?
Let's go outside.
Do we need to call an ambulance?
It's not as bad as it looks.
Who did this to you?
Was it Sam?
- Peter, we have to call the cops. - Stop!
We can't let him get away with this.
He's dead.
What do you mean, he's dead?
Pete... Peter, what are you talking about?
Well, it was self-defense.
I have to leave here, Alice.
You can come to my house for the night. My mom, she won't...
- No. I mean... - ...say anything.
Leave.
No.
You can't save me from this.
Something's happening to me.
(Sirens blaring)
I am confused about everything.
But I know how I feel about you.
(Crickets chirping)
(Brakes squeak)
I'll go make some calls.
We'll go back tomorrow. We need to get samples.
Well, we can do that, or...
I swiped this from the impact site.
You can thank me later.
Great. Now I owe you.
Yeah. You owe me. A lot.
You see the striations?
If we can identify those impurities,
we can figure out what this is.
You sure you don't want me to drive you home?
No.
Because I worry about you.
Generally, because of the emotional detachment,
and specifically because of the passing out.
Not to mention, who is this Michael guy?
I'm sorry. Maybe that was...
He's someone that's been gone a long time.
You don't need to worry about me, okay?
Okay.
Good night, Alan.
Oh, I'm sorry.
(Classical music playing)
This episode you had...
Was very traumatic, I know,
but it's no excuse.
We counsel hope, not fire and brimstone.
I have a new message.
What you're saying could bring us down.
- This has nothing to do with you. - The hell it doesn't.
This new message of yours...
If you continue this sacrilege,
you will not be welcome in my church.
It's not your church.
It's God's church.
So be it.
(Crickets chirping)
(Brakes squeak, hand brake creaks)
(Creaking)
I figured you needed some light.
This is loaded. Don't move.
I don't need to move.
You'll come to me.
- What do you want? - You've been chosen, Vera.
Look, I don't know what you think you're gonna get, Johnny...
That isn't my name.
These clothes were...
A gift.
- Then who are you? - Who I am doesn't matter.
What matters...
Is what I know.
I'm calling the cops.
It's about your son.
What do you know about my son?
Look at your computer.
Look at it.
(Quick exhale)
Michael.
That's from just last week.
He's alive. He's alive.
Mi-Michael. Mi-Michael.
He's grown up,
hasn't he?
I know who took him. I know why.
You tell me.
You tell me who took him. What did you do to him?
Don't worry, angel.
I can tell you where to find your son.
You just need to finish a job for me first.
(Woman crying)
(Knocking)
Honey, what's wrong?
Joshua sr.: Joshua, we need to talk.
What is this?
Try to see it as a blessing.
For all of us.
Charlotte, what's he talking about?
You were on retreat.
And I was weak and he tried to comfort me.
Whether the baby's your son...
Or your brother...
He's still family.
I'm so sorry.
♪ Hey, y'all, come on out ♪
♪ Just out of town, meet up in the country ♪
♪ Down south in... ♪
(Music stops)
(Grunts)
Cesar, it's Raul.
Yo, you got to give me a call as soon as you get this, man.
Some bad stuff's going down. Just...
Try to lay low, okay?
(Grunting)
Erin: You sure you're okay?
You don't feel funny?
Mom, I keep saying I'm fine.
Okay, okay. Do you want anything to eat?
Some delicious fishes?
Cashier: It's $2.63.
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Thank you.
Okay, kiddo. Let's go.
Hey, come on.
Erin: What are you... (Grunts)
You stay calm, you stay quiet.
I'm not gonna hurt you and I'm not gonna hurt your little girl.
I just need a ride.
And then I'll let you go.
Nod you agree, okay.
Okay, shh.
Go. Go, go. Drive.
The man: It should be easy.
She's already basically dead.
She has been for seven years.
Killing her would be a mercy.
This is crazy.
You realize you're insane.
Why do you want this?
If you had a chance to kill a mass murderer, would you take it?
What are you saying? I-I mean, what is she?
- She's a threat. - To who?
- To you? - To everything.
Then do it yourself.
I can find someone else.
Just... don't... just stop.
Take another step and I swear...
You swear?
You swear what?
You won't kill me.
Because killing me
kills your son.
It kills the only possibility of ever seeing him again.
I am...
Your only hope.
Don't be scared.
I'm not.
Good, I didn't think so.
You're pretty tough.
My brother has a little girl
just like you. Her name's Nadia.
Where are we going?
Honey, don't talk to him.
Why not?
Houston.
We're gonna go to Houston.
- That's lucky. - That's lucky?
Honey, don't.
We were going there anyway. It's lucky you picked us.
Amy, what did I just say?
Stop talking to him and do your drawing.
Why are you going to Houston?
Nadia and her daddy are in Houston.
Need to make sure they're okay.
You on the run, buddy?
No, sir.
I believe you. Why not?
Houston all right?
Sounds good to me.
Come on, let's go.
The man: Vera, you experienced
things today you don't understand.
You're trying to deny it,
but you feel it.
Nothing is random.
Nothing is a coincidence.
Everything is happening for a reason.
And you have an important part to play.
(Whooshing)
(Horn blares)
Driver: Hey, you can't... (Honking)
Driver 2: Come on, buddy, come on.
I died.
And yet here I am.
Why?
(Honking in distance)
I bring you a warning.
The devil is here with us,
in flesh and blood.
He knows our secrets and our fears.
And he will use them against us.
He is temptation and sin.
He is evil incarnate.
He is Lucifer,
the Prince of Darkness.
And I am here to tell you...
Whether you believe it or not...
He is coming for us all.
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