going on here?
Thank goodness you came by.
I told you shoulda checked
the radiator before we left
the station.
What are you talking about?
I checked it this weekend -
it was fine.
Well, that's great. If it was
still the weekend then we
wouldn't have a
problem, now, would we?
Just get your car off the road.
All right...
Champ, this car's
not going anywhere.
Push it.
You're going to give
us a ride back...
Get your car off the road.
Buddy, it's a twenty-mile
hike back into town.
She's got corns.
I won't ask you again.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill out. Okay? All you
had to do was ask.
Right here. Push, push.
Push. Push, push, push.
Now would be a
good time, Brennan.
Push!
Push!
A little help would be nice.
Ugghh!
Come on!
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Yeah, thanks a lot there, pally!
Brennan!
Well, Eddie.
I found your alien.
Whoo...whoo...whoo...
I don't believe it.
I spend a lifetime trying to
take a decent photo of an alien
- now I finally got
one in the flesh.
Whatever it is they're made of.
I can't believe I'm
going to say this.
I actually think you might
be on to something here.
Okay. All right. Okay.
The first thing that we're
going to do is we are going to
drive this baby right up to the
front doors of The Daily Times.
And I am going to rub
their noses in it.
Eddie. Listen. I got a
better idea, man.
We're gonna drop this off with
a friend of mine who knows
about this kind of stuff.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on, what are
you talking about?
A friend? What...
what... what do you mean?
Friend? I don't under...
I don't understand.
Before you didn't...
you didn't know
anyone, or anything.
I mean, I...
how come you're so
connected all of a sudden?
Just trust me. Okay?
He's a specialist, all right?
You're going to expose these
things to the world, don't you
think you should at least know
what it is that you're exposing?
Okay, Brennan.
I'm going to trust you.
Just don't let me down.
Please.
I won't.
Okay. We got an alien.
Let's go.
Whoo!
Jess, you still with us?
Yeah. Brennan, bring the body
down to Dr. Marx's clinic.
I'll meet you there.
All right.
Get Lexa's people
to get us some IDs.
All right?
FBI, CIA, whatever.
All right. I'm on it.
It's a good thing you
didn't open the suit.
Yeah.
Uh, Doc, those guys
were already dead.
I don't think there's much
more that can happen to 'em.
Not to them. To you.
See, these suits weren't
designed to keep stuff out.
They were designed to keep
something really nasty in.
They're kind of a...
reverse biohazard suit.
Do you have any idea what it
is that they're keeping in?
Yeah, well, not aliens, if
that's what you're thinking.
What are you talking about?
That... that thing is
definitely an alien.
The samples show that his
genetic structure has been
modified.
Well... but... what are you
talking about? Like, some
kind of mutant or something?
Well, whatever
they did to him...
caused him to grow an extra
organ close to his spleen,
the sole purpose of which
seems to be the manufacture
of disease.
He's a disease factory.
In a sense, yeah.
Now the bacteria they create
are designed to travel a direct
route through the lymphatic
system and out through special
conduits in the hand.
I think that they're able to
transmit the disease
selectively.
You have a handle
on the bacteria?
Oh, they're lethal.
From what I can tell,
they'll kill in... a minute?
And the thing is, as fast
as they kill they die off.
So by the time they have a
chance to do an autopsy, the
bacteria would be
virtually undetectable.
If they
manage to perfect this process
there's no stopping them.
It's the ultimate
assassin, really.
Yeah.
Tag someone in a
crowd, and then...
disappear.
What happened to this
guy we brought in?
Well, that's a good question.
You see, he's designed to be
immune to his own bacteria, but
it didn't work.
So, in a sense he, and the
other guy that you saw in the