Alien Tracker

My name is Daggon. I come from the planet Cirron,

about 100 million light-years from Earth

in the Migar solar system.

I was a tracker once, and was until my wife and daughter

were killed by a criminal called Rhee.

He was sent to the prison SAR-TOP

vowing he would serve out his sentence.

But Rhee found a way to escape

traveling through a wormhole-

a short-cut from space to the planet Earth.

I knew I couldn't let him go. So I pursued him here.

I needed a human image when I arrived.

So I created one

from the first thing I saw-

the billboard by the side of the road.

Now they call me Cole.

Rhee too needed a form.

Like the other prisoners at SAR-TOP

his life-force was taken from him and given back

in daily quantities to discourage escape.

However, Rhee took a human life-

All right, all right.

Cole: -a host body in the shape of a woman.

Using her body to survive, he'll continue

his killing spree in this unsuspecting world.

Now I'm a tracker again.

I will find him,

whatever it takes.

Slow day, huh?

Why don't you and I go...

...kill a little time?

Kill?

There has got to be more than one service station

in DeKalb County. Call another one.

My car is dead here.

I already told the other guy, everything just stopped.

I don't know how, it just stopped.

First the radio, then the AC, then the engine.

I need help here, okay?

Just find somebody and get a tow truck out here.

This is not a shortcut.

I knew when I was told it was a shortcut it wasn't a shortcut.

Hey, are you okay?

I don't know how you did it. I'm grateful you fixed my car,

I really am. But how about throwing me something here?

Where's your clothes?

I can't believe I'm going to do this.

Come on, get in the... car.

Close the door.

What's your name? I'm Mel.

A ride to Chicago, that's it. Do we understand each other?

Good.

What do you say we keep the chit-chat to a minimum?

Sorry, I didn't have any clothes in your size.

Stop it! You'll stretch it.

It was a gift from my grandmother.

Do you have anything to say? E

What, are you crazy?! You trying to kill us both?!

What is wrong with you?!

Look...

Good luck, okay?

Talk to me.

You did it. You brought in a Tuesday night crowd.

Look at all these people.

All these people are leaving. Why are they leaving?

It's Tuesday night. They're moving on.

They'll be back with friends. It's a great way

to get new customers. Look, there's one now.

Our loss and it's a shame.

But do you have any idea how much money

a gay bar can rake in?

- What, a gay bar? - Welcome to Watchfire.

Cool T-shirt.

- I am Cole. - Mm-hmm.

I need ID.

Nice chest. Not going to card you.

Give us a second.

Sure.

Here's the deal, Cole.

I'm going to fix you something to eat, okay?

And you can stay here tonight only.

I can't do any more than that.

Hello?

Everything all right?

What was that?

That light. What was that light?

Your friend Cole is back and he's upstairs.

You're kidding me.

That's it. I want answers now.

Who are you?

What was with the light and the computers and-

what the hell is all this?

Rhee likes to kill.

He makes hormone...

when excited.

It can be measured.

I'm getting it.

I am getting it now. This has all been a ruse,

some kind of deep cover thing. Am I right?

You needed a base of operations.

Someplace where nobody would suspect you.

Not to mention, an identity

where you wouldn't have to answer questions.

Yes? Of course.

You're a government agent.

Yes, ma'am.

Rhee is going to kill again... soon.

- Faster. - I'm going as fast as I can.

No-ooo!

We've blown the engine.

Cole!

Cole!

Please, I need help.

Okay, get in.

Here we are again, Tracker.

You will go back, Rhee.

But I'm having so much fun down here.

I was hoping you wouldn't feel the energy

of the escapees' life-forces.

You have what you came for. Now go.

Better hurry. The wormhole is collapsing.

Zin? You did this?

It's time for you to leave, now.

Rhee was test of the wormhole?

Bingo.

Why?

Make this easy on her and leave.

- Cole. - Many prisoners have come?

218 of them.

- Prisoners? - Would you shut up?

- I trusted you, Zin. - You know what they say.

Never trust a Vardian. Sorry.

- Cole? - He was a scientist.

Yes, unfortunately for my planet,

not a particularly appreciative one.

Your planet?

If you don't enter the wormhole, I will kill her.

Now!

Cole!

I need your help, Mel.

I know.

I found this in the basement. I think it still works.

- Cole: Eew! - Oh.

How many more do you think you're going to need?

- Many more. - Many more.

If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing?

Looking for them.

What is this?

- Just a train. - What is a train?

A form of transportation.

They came here same as me.

My life-force was whole.

I made myself from big picture on the road.

Billboard. And they did the same thing.

- No. - Why not?

In prison their life-forces were taken

and given back in small portions each day.

When they came they needed life-forces quickly,

or they would die.

You mean human bodies?

Yes.

So, the question is,

where do they find 218 people

in the middle of nowhere, fast?

Train.

Cole?

I just wanted to talk to you about-

What's that?

It holds life-forces.

To be a little bit more specific?

This takes life-forces from prisoners.

Then they are stored here.

No.

Each one is a cell.

Wait a minute?

You mean that you suck the fugitives' life-forces

out of their human bodies and then...

- ... put them in those balls? - Yes.

Where did this come from?

Came with me.

Woman: He's going to live here?

Mel: It's just temporary.

He needs a place and we could use the help.

- He'll do odd jobs. - That would be odd, all right?

He's not a bad guy when you get to know him.

He's actually a lot like us.

So, where's he going to stay?

There.

Man #1: You guys follow me over here.

Okay, blue team, follow me.

Man #2: Red, over here. This way.

- Man #1: Slow down, hold, hold. - Man #3: Up against the wall!

- Spread out. - Freeze!

- All right, tranq him. - Over here, let's go.

- Where did he go? - Hold still now.

Officer: Let's get this under control.

Lock him up. Lock him up, we've got it.

- Where did he go? - Spread out, cover me.

The other one's gone. Can't tell where he went.

We'll search the perimeter.