Adel

• City Council meets on the 2nd Tuesday of every month at 6 p.m. with agendas available by EOD Friday before the meeting. Agendas can be found here.
• Adel Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 22, 2024

Alleman

• City Council meets on the 2nd Monday of every month at 7 p.m. AND every 3rd Monday of the month at 7:30 p.m., which appears to be their Work Session meetings. Agendas can be found here.
• Alleman Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda – April 15, 2024

Altoona

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 6:30 p.m. Agendas can be found here.
• Altoona Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Public hearing to amend Chapter 159 sign code adding M1A criteria
    • Final Plat for Prairie Landing Plat 1
    • Set a public hearing for May 20, 2024, to consider a request from Signature Ernst Land Development LLC to approve a development plan for Blue Ridge Plat 3

Ankeny

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 5:30 p.m. with agendas available by EOD Friday before the meeting. Agendas can be found here
• Ankeny Mayor and City Council
• You need to select Novus agenda and it takes you to a 3rd party website where you can then select the latest meeting type such as City Council, Action Planning, etc.
  • City Council meetings can be viewed via Zoom, but only during the meeting. The City does not post the video of the Council meetings on either their website or YouTube.
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Public Hearing for rezoning certain real estate owned by Berwick Holdings, LLC, from the current R-1, One Family Residence District to PUD, Planned Unit Development.
    • Amending provisions pertaining to stormwater management fees.

Bondurant

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here
• Bondurant Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Nothing of interest for this meeting

Carlisle

• City Council meets on the 2nd and 4th Mondays of every month at 6:30 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here on the right side of the website.
• Carlisle Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 22, 2024

Clive

• City Council meets on the 2nd and 4th Thursdays of every month at 6 p.m. with the goal of having agendas posted no later than two business days prior to a meeting. Agenda Packets for 2024 can be found here and a collection of prior year agenda packets (2005+) and large construction set documents can be located here.
• Clive Mayor and City Council
• Latest City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 2, 2024

Cumming

• City Council meets on the 2nd Mondays of every month and sometimes on the 4th Monday if needed at 7 p.m. They updated their website so in the new way to find their current agenda/packets is either on the front page of the website either under latest news in the center or to the right under upcoming events.
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 22, 2024

Dallas Center

• City Council meets on the 2nd Tuesday of every month at 7 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here
• Dallas Center Mayor and City
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 29, 2024

Dallas County

• Dallas County Board of Supervisors meet every Tuesday morning at 9 a.m. Upcoming Supervisor Agenda Packets can be found here and Supervisor meetings prior to upcoming meetings can be located here.
• They do not post contact information for their three board of supervisors - Someone who lives in Dallas County please contact the County to post this information because it’s antithetical to an “open” government.
• Regular Board of Supervisors Meeting Agenda – May 7, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • CAPITAL PROJECTS BUDGETING
    • HEART OF IOWA COMMUNITY SERVICES 28E AGREEMENT
• If you work for Dallas County or know someone who works there, please tell the administration to include Supervisor agenda packets on the website.

De Soto

• City Council meets on the 3rd Tuesday of every month at 6 p.m. with agendas posted to the City website by the EOD Friday before the meeting. Agendas can be found here.
• De Soto Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda – April 16, 2024

Des Moines

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 5 p.m. with agendas being available by 4:00 p.m. on the Thursday before the meeting. Agendas can be found here. I will only do my top 5 as the media generally covers DSM Council meetings and the big topics.
• Des Moines Mayor and City Council
  • City Council does usually have Work Sessions on the morning of regular City Council meetings (Mondays) at 7:30 a.m.
• City Council Meeting Agenda – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Intersection improvements of 6th Avenue and Day Street
    • Speed Limit and Parking Modification – 35th Street from Ingersoll Avenue to University Avenue (30 mph to 25 mph)
    • Amendment to Development Agreement with 420 Court Avenue, LLC (DT Hy-Vee) clarifying and approving temporary hours of operation and minimum size of grocery store.
    • Operation agreement with Central Iowa Ultimate, Inc. (CIU) for the Recreation Ultimate Frisbee Program
    • Items regarding the Argonne Armory at 602 Robert D. Ray Drive and the current City Hall
    • WORK SESSION IN MORNING at 7:30 a.m. - Odor Enforcement Program

Elkhart

• City Council meets on the 3rd Monday of every month at 6 p.m. Agendas can be found here and Agenda Packets can located here (it seems like agendas are posted at a separate time compared to the full agenda packet.
• Elkhart does not provide contact information for their Mayor or City Council. If you live in Elkhart, please contact the City to ask that they put this information up on their website.
• City Council Meeting Agenda – April 22, 2024

Granger

• City Council meets on the 2nd Thursday of every month at 7 p.m. Agendas can be found here.
• Granger Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 29, 2024

Grimes

• City Council meets on the 2nd and 4th Tuesdays of every month at 5:30 p.m. and they try to have agendas available to view for the public published 24 hours in advance of the meeting. They have dates listed on their website when they will not meet during the year listed here.
• Grimes Mayor and City Council
• agenda & meetings page/calendar this does include their upcoming and previous meetings with agendas/packets if you scroll up or down.
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – April 23, 2024

Indianola

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 7 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here.
• Indianola Mayor and City Council
  • City Council does have study sessions on topics that are before the regular City Council meeting at 6 p.m. and are open to the public.
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • South K Street Paving Project
    • Buxton Traffic Signal Project
    • RAGBRAI 2024
• City Council Study Session Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
• Items of interest:
  • Catch Des Moines Annual Update, Police Department Annual Update

Johnston

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 7 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here This takes you to a 3rd party website where there appears to be no separate web pages for each Council meeting.
• Johnston Mayor and City Council
  • City Council does have Work Sessions that are open to the public that occur before regular City Council meetings at 6 p.m.
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024 (On the desktop version, it is not a separate page from where the agendas are located so you have to click on meetings in the top right, find the Council meeting on the left, click view agenda, and then you can click on separate agenda items on the left to get more info)
  • Items of interest:
    • Council Work Session before City Council meeting - Discuss Code Revisions for Use of Golf Carts in Carmel Hyperion Subdivision; and Evaluate Interest in Future Council Discussion About Golf Carts/ATVs/UTVs on City Streets in Johnston
    • Updating the City of Johnston Policy on Special Events
    • Amending the Code of Ordinances of the City of Johnston, Iowa, for the Purpose of Revising Parking Regulations and Fine Amounts
    • Deployment of Automated License Plate Reader Technologies with Flock Group, Inc.

Norwalk

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Thursdays of every month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here
• Norwalk Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 2, 2024

Pleasant Hill

• City Council meets on the 2nd and 4th Tuesdays of every month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets for previous meetings can be found here but you have to select the particular meeting from a list under City Council Agendas (Their archive is not updated properly so you may need to contact staff at the city to fix this or request different agenda documents). Agendas for the upcoming City Council meeting can be located here on the left hand side of the web page.
• Pleasant Hill Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda – April 23, 2024

Polk City

• City Council meets on the 2nd and 4th Tuesdays of every month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here
• Polk City Mayor and City Council
• Special City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Discuss High Trestle Trail to Neal Smith Trail Connector Project

Polk County

• Polk County Board of Supervisors meet every other Tuesday morning at 9:30 a.m. The schedule for the rest of the year as well as agenda packets for upcoming and previous meetings can be found here They also typically have work sessions on Wednesday or Thursday mornings at 10:30 a.m.
• Polk County Board of Supervisors (You have to click on each Supervisors “Bio” to get their contact information)
• Board of Supervisors Meeting Agenda Packet – May 7, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Community development grant for JOPPA

Urbandale

• City Council meets every 1st and 3rd Tuesday of each month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here on the right side of the website.
• Urbandale Mayor and City Council (On the left hand side of the webpage you have to select each person for their contact information)
  • City Council does have Work Sessions that are open to the public that occur before City Council Meetings at 5:30 p.m. City Council also has Lunch and Learn meetings that are open to the public electronically on select Tuesdays at 11:45 a.m. (The public may access the conversation in person at Urbandale City Council Chambers the day of the meeting).
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Letter of Support - Dallas County Board of Supervisors Increase in Membership
    • Acquisition of 4.02 acres at 10100 Douglas Avenue

Van Meter

• City Council meets on the 2nd Monday of every month at 7 p.m. Agendas can be found here
• Van Meter Mayor and City Council
• Special City Council Meeting Agenda – April 22, 2024

Warren County

• Warren County Board of Supervisors meet every 1st and 3rd Tuesdays of every month at 9:30 a.m. Agendas can be found here
• Warren County Board of Supervisors
• Board of Supervisors Meeting Agenda – April 23, 2024 They require you to download the agendas via PDF’s so there is no direct web link to the agendas

Waukee

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 5:30 p.m. Agendas can be found here AND the agenda packets can be located here
• Waukee Mayor and City Council
  • City Council will have Work Sessions and Special Meetings that usually occur on the 2nd and 4th Mondays of the month.
• Special City Council Work Session Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Enter into an Option Agreement and a Development Agreement with Greater Des Moines Habitat for Humanity, Inc. related to a project within the North Waukee Residential Urban Renewal Area
    • Traffic Signal Enhancements, Waukee School & Trail Crossing Improvements Project
    • Letter of Support for increasing board membership of the Dallas County Board of Supervisors
    • Water, stormwater, solid waste, and natural gas fee increases

West Des Moines

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 5:30 p.m. Upcoming Council Agenda Packets can be found here (to see the packet for a meeting, click on the meeting under “Events” and then select one of the packet choices) and Council meetings prior to upcoming meetings can be located here
• West Des Moines Mayor and City Council
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Letter of Support for Increasing Board Membership of the Dallas County Board of Supervisors
    • Ruthenium Urban Renewal Area
    • Modify Regulations Pertaining to the Sales and Storage of Fireworks
    • Agreement for Private Development - POMP of West Des Moines, LLC

Windsor Heights

• City Council meets on the 1st and 3rd Mondays of every month at 6 p.m. Agenda Packets can be found here
• Windsor Heights Mayor and City Council (You have to click on each person to get their contact information but you can fill out this form to send a message to the Mayor, the five city councilors, and the city administrator at once.
  • They do have recaps of their City Council meetings which are located here
• City Council Meeting Agenda Packet – May 6, 2024
  • Items of interest:
    • Amending Chapter 136, Governing Sidewalk Regulations
    • Amending Chapter 185, Governing Floodplain Management
    • Amending Chapter 101 Relating to the Storm Water Drainage

I’m trapped. I can hear that thing lumbering through the hallway. My God, what the hell is it?The soft scratching of my pencil sounds deafening in the quiet of this tiny closet. I’m almost certainly gonna die in this place. I just hope someone can find this, maybe it will do some good. Or maybe it already doesn’t matter. I’m not sure how long I have until that wheezing thing finds me. Oh Jesus, or that grey stuff might ooze under the door and dissolve me. Oh my God! What it did to Benny, Sammy, Jonesy and Donald! To all of them! Even if I don’t survive, the world needs to be warned!

Long story short, I was a cop but I got shot in the head. The doctors said I was lucky, that it went straight through without hitting anything vital. However, I still needed three steel plates to hold my skull together. Also ended up with permanent tremors in my right hand and a nasty scar just under my eye. So, it’s no surprise that my cop career didn’t thrive. Just a year later I was a “retired” 45-year-old cop, living off scraps. After a few months, I started to get desperate for work. One evening while out with my friend, Graham, he mentioned something about some private research institute in the Mojave Desert. “What, are they still blowing A-bombs out there?” I scoffed, eyebrows arched with bemused incredulity. Graham stared down at his beer, “Not sure what the hell they do. But they pay super well, so who cares,” he took a long sip of beer, foam clinging to his lips, “I think it would be a good fit for you”.

Turns out this facility, and it really is known as the “Facility”, was located in the middle of nowhere. When I looked it up I couldn’t find any information at all. Later that week I called the number that Graham had scrawled down for me on a beer stained napkin. My right hand wasn’t good with delicate tasks so when I dialed the number I had to use my left hand. The phone rang twice before a metallic voice answered and said to hold for an operator. After a few seconds of muted elevator music, I spoke to a soft voiced woman who told me my skill set was perfect for their current vacancy: a security management position. Her voice was soothing, “Your credentials are excellent. If you like I can fax some forms and a draft contract over, and we can pay for you to fly on up to see us in person. I’m certain you’ll get offered the job.”

She was right. One flight and several NDAs later, I was employed again! By the time I started my new job I realized I had no idea what research went on down here. During the interviews my duties as a security manager had been discussed but any mention of their actual research interests had been carefully omitted. On my first day I asked others about the nature of the Facility’s research, but no one had any interest. “Just stick to your contract. No point in rockin’ the boat,” my new boss, Sammy, said to me curtly. I’ve not discussed it since.

The part of the Facility which I managed was section B.15. This area was located several hundred feet below the sun scorched surface of the Mojave Desert. It comprised many green corridors peppered with tall wide doors made from dark, stainless steel. The rooms inside were large and sterile. Of course, whether or not we wanted to know the nature of the research, after patrolling some of the research labs for weeks, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the scientists were mostly archeologists. Or maybe paleontologists. I often found different objects lying around in various states of cleanliness. Some looked like ancient amphoras, or large stone bird baths or even fossilized remains. Others were less identifiable: a melted lump of some glimmering metal or large chunks of a glass-like material. I found this all extremely curious because, as far as I knew, the Mojave Desert didn’t have much in the way of ancient architecture. At least of any ancient civilization that I know.

As the months went by I started to get friendly with the other guards, most of them ex-cops too, and we played cards and drank Irish coffee in the evenings. My two main colleagues consisted of a jovial, short man with orange hair named Jonesy and a much older much grumpier and much balder man, Donald. They were good men and we had a lot of laughs together. My stomach twists when I think about where they are now. Though I grew fonder of my fellow guards, I found myself developing a severe dislike for the researchers. Most of them were mean and arrogant. The only scientist my security buddies liked was a scrawny guy named Benny. Our favorite thing about Benny was that he never talked about his work.

It was earlier, at 1400h, when all the scientists were running from their rooms. They must have received some message a few minutes before and we watched them from the surveillance monitors as they got all excited, their lab coats flapping and flowing as they made for the stairs. Soon after this, the large red landline phone near my desk began to ring. Expecting the call, I picked up the receiver before the first ring finished, “Hey boss, what’s all the excitement about?” Sammy’s voice was uncharacteristically anxious, “The diggers have found a friggin’ huge object out here! The biggest thing they’ve ever dug up. They want to bring it to B.15 so I need you to organize the logistics and security”. My brow furrowed, “I guess it’s too big for the main entrance? Maybe we could bring it in via the big doors of the auxiliary hangar?” she grunted with agreement, “Yea, we’ll have to improvise a bit but should be manageable. I’ll get some of the boys from B.10 and B.14 to help you out.” I nodded, “Thanks, see you soon”

Donald, Jonesy, some interns and I had coffee in the office and called the guards at the hangar doors to arrange clearance. About an hour later we met the guards from B.10. and B.14, together we climbed the many stairs to the hangar and waited for the cargo to arrive. The massive metal hangar doors had been opened, which was rare. What was more irregular was that nearly every staff member from sections B.09 to B.18 were all gathered together in a silent knot of people. Despite the silence the air sizzled with anticipation, as well as the searing heat. I stood transfixed from curiosity, waiting in the shade of the doorway as the relentless sun beat down outside. I squinted. In the distance I saw a black speck grow larger against the bright blue sky. Slowly it took the form of a helicopter with an enormous rectangular shaped mass dangling below it.

Within less than a minute the helicopter made its cacophonous approach toward the hangar and gently lowered the object onto a wide wooden scaffold. I barked orders and signed forms as the guards rushed about. The air was blaring with the sound of helicopter blades and sand rocketed into my face, forcing me to splutter. “Alright, let’s get this thing processed!” I yelled over the sound of the helicopter as its engines powered down. My colleagues and I wiped dirt from our faces. Sammy emerged swiftly from the chopper and shook my hand. Her hair was in its characteristic librarian-bun but her eyes were glassy. Had she been drinking? We quickly reviewed the paper work she gave me and then she made her way back downstairs to her office in section B.1. She was keen to get away for some reason.

As my colleagues cleared away most of the staff and the excitement died down I was finally able to take a moment to inspect the object. It had been lowered onto a wooden scaffold fitted with wheels and had been pushed slowly into the center of the hangar. The few aircraft in this hangar were all currently under repairs, leaving plenty of space for the object.

The object was a wall. It was rectangular and about twenty-five feet long, ten feet thick and twelve feet high. The wall first appeared made from boring grey stone. I even remember thinking, “It’s not even that big”. However, when I looked closer it was, alive. I barely noticed the helicopter take off and leave as I saw the wall’s surface bubble. The hangar doors began to close as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A bead of sweat ran down my cheek and I thought I heard something. It sounded like someone far away calling my name. I felt a strange pressure around my head. A sudden invasive thought dug into my mind: throw yourself into the wall. I shuddered and held myself back despite the sudden strong desire. I heard the faint voice of Benny and crashed back to reality. My eyes snapped open and I found my nose an inch away from the wall. It radiated cold like an open freezer and it smelled like rotten clay. The surface of the wall simmered ever so slightly. It reminded me of the fizz of some grey effervescent medicine. I paled as I took a large step backward, “I.. uh, what is this?” I turned to face Benny who stood with another scientist. He glanced at her briefly before he approached the wall, “Honestly, we have no idea”.

I got Donald and Jonesy to help Benny transport the wall down to room 278B via the service elevator. Donald grumbled, “Guh, this thing smells like something my dog puked up”. Meanwhile Jonesy stared with eyes as large as saucers, “It looks so cool!” Once downstairs, I told Donald and Jonesy to take some forms to the admin department and I returned alone to my office to get some more coffee and file away the rest of the paperwork. I tried to put the strangeness of the wall out of my mind, but it had truly unnerved me. I felt so tired. As I sat at my desk facing the surveillance monitors I was unable to fight the force fusing my eyelids together.

I’ve been hungover a lot, but when I woke up at my desk I’d never felt quite so singularlyawful. My clothes were soaked with sweat and my whole body felt exhausted. My arms felt like molasses. My forehead throbbed and I was bruised. I also felt a weird pressure squeezing my head from all sides. I sat back in my seat and rubbed my eyes.

Then I froze.

A hand was lying motionless on the floor just behind the table at the center of the room. I leapt to my feet and rushed forward. I gasped from horror as I saw Donald lying there, his chest sliced to ribbons. Gallons of dark scarlet stained his blue uniform. His eyes stared up empty and terrified. Pallid and shaking I ran to my landline to call for backup immediately. As the receiver met my ear my stomach dropped into my feet.

The line was dead.

I was so confused. We had lots of fail safes to ensure communication remained enabled, but the line was dead and there was no sign of any response. I rushed back to the monitors. The cameras were all operating normally. I started to breathe heavily. I couldn’t see anyone. The corridors were green and bare. I looked at the clock. It was 1817h. I had slept for about two hours. But where was everyone? Where were the janitors? My heart was hammering in my chest and my head was throbbing. My eyes narrowed with a sudden thought. Where was that wall?

I searched for the wall and found it was back in the hangar! It sat upon the bare ground right by the massive doors. However, the doors were sealed. The wall itself looked different. It was absolutely enormous! Just over two times longer and taller and wider. Just then, I realized that the titanium blast doors had been sealed as well. My heart rate doubled as I noticed large dents, scorch marks and scratches all over the doors. The hangar floor was covered in blood. My God, I even saw a rocket-launcher lying blackened and fractured near the doors. What the hell had happened?

I spun my head to look at the security panel on the wall to my left. My heart, already racing, felt like it leapt out of my mouth. My eyes grew wide as I realized Donald must have activated a quarantine procedure. This meant that the entire Facility would be sealed airtight. The only way to open any doors now was from the outside. My God! Why had he done this? Where was everyone? Did I really sleep through all this? Where was Jonesy? I looked back at Donald, my heart still racing from seeing his dead eyes stare into mine. I sighed sadly and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now 1831h. I returned to the monitors and began to rewind the security footage.

Surveying the screens, I watched my past-self enter the security office at around 1600h. By 1610h I had passed-out on my chair, drool dangling from my mouth. “Ok, so let’s see where the wall was at that time. Should be room 278B.” I thought to myself aloud as I clicked on the button that displayed the footage of room 278B and the surrounding corridors. The screens were black as the footage loaded and I was about to hit the play button but hesitated. Did I really want to see this? I closed my eyes and took a few slow breaths. I have to know. I hit play.

The camera was located opposite the door giving a full view of the room. At first everything was normal. It was 1623h when they were unstrapping the wall. A loud popping sound was heard and the researchers spun around. The lights in the room dimmed and flickered. Suddenly something long and slimy exploded from the flesh of the wall. It wrapped around Benny and pulled him in. He screamed in terror as he vanished, his cries immediately silenced.

Without realizing it I was instantly on my feet, shaking my head in pure denial. My heart burst. What the hell was that? What the hell? What the hell? My head was full of static. I felt tears in my eyes as I watched guards and researchers rush into the room. The wall shimmered, it’s simmering surface began to boil and bubble and it grew a few inches higher. I saw it reshape itself so that intricately carved figures appeared on the wall’s edge. I leant in closer and gasped. One of those figures looked just like Benny, his mouth stretched into a permanent scream. The guards and researchers were horrified by what they saw. Suddenly, without warning, their body postures relaxed, their eyes grew glassy, and their arms fell slack at their sides. Those within the room moved as if sleepwalking. Some stayed still while others left the room. Brow furrowed from confusion and fear, my eyes swiveled to the footage of the corridors outside. The guards and researchers that had just exited 278B immediately began attacking and grappling those around them. I yelped as a vacant-eyed guard lazily shot another man in the leg. The thrall then dragged the wounded guard into room 278B. The mad guard held the wounded guard’s leg fast as he casually walked into the grey wall, pulling the struggling man in behind him. During this altercation I noticed Donald, he was hiding behind the corner of the corridor at the far end and was firing his gun at the thralls. He didn’t manage to hit anyone though. He then ran over to help a stray research intern to her feet and then they both ran down the corridor and out of view.

I could still hear the pleas for mercy as those who fell victim to the thralls were dragged into that horrifying wall. With every person it swallowed, the wall wriggled and grew. More ghastly decorations began to bloom on its surface, all of them made from the bones or likenesses of those absorbed. The bigger it got the stronger its psychic influence became until it reached everyone in the Facility. I looked on in horror as one by one, all janitors, researchers, guards, diggers, admin staff, everyone stopped what they were doing, mid conversation, their eyes emptying. The janitors dropped their mops and buckets. Researchers dropped precious materials and equipment without care, letting them smash to pieces. In unison, with vacant expressions, they moved toward room 278B. Among the horde of thralls, I saw Sammy and Jonesy, and so many others I knew. A guy who’d held the door for me once, a researcher who always slurped her coffee at lunch. Hundreds of people! What filled me with an unnamable dread was that I knew what was gonna happen. I knew what was coming. I tried to shout at the monitors, “Stop! Wait!” I grabbed the monitors and shook them with frustration.

A terror began to fill my stomach, deep and cold and aching. Suddenly I noticed Donald reappear on the screen. He was trying to hold back the intern he’d helped earlier, but it was useless. I saw Donald stare with incredulity as he sat defeated on the ground. Everyone else around him stumbled dreamily toward their doom. But Donald refused to give up. I saw him run from corridor to corridor, trying desperately to stop them. He threw chairs and tables in their way but they simply pushed them aside or jumped over them. I saw him run toward this office. I saw him enter, saw myself slumped on my chair still completely unconscious. I saw Donald try to shake me awake, he slapped me a few times and was yelling in frustration. He gave up with me eventually and ran over to activate the quarantine lockdown. I saw him tear down the hall back toward room 278B, pistol in hand.

As soon as Donald got close to 278B a long pale tendril burst through the door directly into his chest. The tentacle had a hooked end and it slashed him. I saw blood spurt out of him, saw him stumble and fall to the ground. However, he still managed to get a hold of his gun and fired multiple shots at the tendril. It writhed and flailed. Donald took this opportunity to climb to his feet. He grimaced and clasped his chest as crimson leaked to the floor. He moved back down the corridor. Eventually he got back to the office. He locked the door and, still fumbling with his keys, attempted to open the ammunitions cupboard. Before he could find the right key, he cursed and then collapsed. I cried out in frustration. That whole time I was completely useless!

My mind felt like static again for a few seconds. I couldn’t work out what my next move should be. A thought hit me hard. Why had Donald and I not been psychically affected by the wall? Everyone had been enslaved. Why not Donald? And me? My eyebrows shot up into my receding hairline with sudden realization. “Shit, the steel plates in my head!” And Donald had a steel plate in his skull too because of a rock-climbing accident he had in his 20s. When I got close to the wall, had it sensed my resistance? Had it tried to incapacitate me? If so, it meant the thing possesses sentience.

While I pondered this, I noticed some thralls re-strap the wall in room 278B. They transported it to the elevator and back up to the hangar. Once there, the thralls moved the wall off the scaffold onto the floor and began to beat heavily on the large metal doors with bare fists. Some even shot at the doors with their handguns. The ricochets killed a few of them but not one single person even noticed. Some of the guards even used a rocket launcher! I yelled with shock as they fired at deadly close range, lazily blowing themselves up, leaving the doors scorched. After this proved futile, the thralls all grew rigid. Next, they all formed a line in front of the wall and one shambling step after another, all the remaining employees were - assimilated. Even the dead and wounded were not spared. Those still alive carried the corpses of their fellow thralls into the wall.

It was 1735h when the last employee disappeared forever into the grey horror, and the wall expanded to its current size. Without warning, a large mass of twisted limbs emerged from the wall. I gasped from horror. Its silhouette was about seven feet tall and thin and stretched. It had too many legs and it didn’t appear to have a head. This thing lumbered over to the doors and began to strike them with a strength and ferocity found only in a starving polar bear. I could tell that the doors were taking strain, and they began to bend, but even then, they did not yield. After just over half an hour of smashing the door, the creature stopped and slowly shambled toward the stairs. My heart froze. It was coming here! Or was it here already? I sat still for a moment and tried not to lose my mind completely. I swear I could hear Woody the woodpecker laughing somewhere in the distance. I needed to keep it together. I took a long deep breath and tried to think of a way out.

Summarizing the details of my predicament, I realized I was trapped alone inside the Facility with an otherworldly force. Also, even if I found a way out, I’d potentially be letting an evil into the world that could destroy all life. My eyes grew even wider and I grabbed at my hair, “But my God, if this thing gets out. If it gets into the minds of other people. If it gets larger and larger. Could it swallow the world?” I was talking aloud now; the sound of my voice gave a new clarity to my situation that made me shudder. I turned back to the monitor. It seems I was all caught up. I stared blankly into the screen while I watched my past-self wake and wince from pain. I switched the monitor off and saw my reflection in the blackness of the screen. I was pale and my eyes were sunken and unblinking. “What do I do now?” I turned in my chair to look at Donald’s body. “Poor Donald, he didn’t deserve this”, I muttered softly. My eyes moved from his body up to the ammunition’s cupboard just above. “Wait, was he trying to get into the cupboard earlier?”, I gasped with realization. “Holy crap, he was trying to get the bomb! Me and Donald were gonna use a left-over bomb from the excavation site to blow some random shit up!”

I stood up quickly and walked up to the cupboard. I opened the cupboard with little effort and found the twenty pounds of plastic explosive inside. It had already been set up with a sixty second timer and a remote detonator. I sat at the table with the explosive, a vague plan forming in my broken mind. “Maybe if I somehow get this wall-thing to eat this bomb then...”

Before I could formulate my thoughts fully, the lights flickered, and the entire Facility was plunged into darkness unceremoniously. My nerves burned with fear. What had happened? Had that thing knocked the power out somehow? The next few seconds that past were the longest I’d ever experienced. Eventually dim green light bloomed to life and the reserve power kicked in. Then I heard slow, shuffling footsteps in the corridor just outside the office. I froze once again, my insides turning to mush. My mind raced. Had I remembered to lock the door? My stomach leapt into my feet as I heard the shuffling get louder and louder. I heard hoarse, wheezing breaths, as if the thing struggled to breathe. I jumped from fright but remained absolutely silent as whatever the thing was banged on the door with a deafening blow.

BANG!

The door shook and bent slightly.

BANG!

Silence.

BANG!

My heart was hammering in my ears and I sat deathly still. I could hear that thing breathing louder. After a few moments I heard it shuffle away. My entire body was shaking as relief washed over me. I turned to look at the screens. Dare I turn them on and check what it was? After a few seconds I turned to the monitors and switched them on. I waited in nervous anticipation as they flickered to life showing me that all the corridors between me and the wall were currently empty. I didn’t bother checking the corridor I suspected the shambling thingwas in. I didn’t want to see it unless I needed to. I’d had just about all the stress and terror I could take and by this stage I felt weirdly calm. It must be shock. A thin sigh escaped me as I stood. The fear in my blood began to feed a furnace of anger in my heart. I thought about all those who I had lost. I felt my expression turn to granite, “It’s time to kill this thing.”

I opened the door slowly, my fully loaded gun in my good hand. Spare ammo along with the explosive and a sawed-off shotgun was stashed in my backpack, and the remote detonator was tied to my belt. I held a heavy-duty flashlight in my shaky right hand. I moved cautiously through the dark green corridors. I’d never thought of how creepy this place could be until this moment. Gooseflesh crept up my arms and neck as I continued. All I could hear were my soft footfalls and shallow anxious breaths. I cleared the corridors one by one until I made it to the stairs. I walked up the stairs carefully. I took one step. Then another. Slowly, I climbed. After many minutes, I was near the hangar. Then I heard the soft sound of crying.

Someone was crying. No. Many people were crying.

I stopped dead in my tracks. My entire body shook from the adrenaline surging through me. Once my head peeked over the top of the landing, I froze. The wall loomed gigantic before me. Its edges were now framed intricately with the skeletons of hundreds of people, all twisted and screaming in agony; tortured souls bound together. I could hear them all. They were all screaming. Screaming for me to join them. I felt that pressure squeeze against my skull tighter and tighter. I shook my head in defiance. “No! You bastard! NO! I will not join you!” All at once the moans and wails stopped. I suddenly found myself at the top of the stairs without knowing when I’d finished climbing them. “But you will” came the sound of hundreds of twisted voices fused into one. “We are them. We are all. We can be all. We will be all. All and all and more than all.”
A deafening blast came from the wall and slithering, tangled human limbs emerged. It had four legs and several arms. It looked like the bodies of eight or more people shuffled and glued into an otherworldly horror. Its multiple mouths screamed a high pitched roar that was pure torment, and its sharp pointed teeth gnashed and chomped. I only had a second to dodge. I leapt to the side and fired multiple shots at the thing’s center of mass. Its horrifying body of fused torsos wriggled and bled black ichor. It screamed with pain and jumped at me, grabbing my leg. It tossed me into the air and I slammed into the floor a few feet away. As I hit the ground I yelled in pain and heard something metallic smash. Before I could catch my breath, it was upon me again. From the ground I fired several shots at it. This made it jump away and scuttle down the stairs. I noticed immediately that the remote detonator had been smashed beyond repair. With the creature momentarily out of sight, I kneeled and took off my backpack as fast as I could. “Only one way then”, I said quietly as I pulled out the bomb and started the timer manually. I also got the shotgun out. I needed to do this now or never.
As the final shell clicked into place I heard a roar coming from the stairs. The thing was back. Before I could react, it leapt at me and knocked me to the ground. The bomb flew from my grasp. It bared down on me, grabbing at my throat ready to tear me apart. My reflexes saved me and I managed to use my shotgun to hold the thing at bay, but it was way too strong. Desperate, I kicked it hard in the chest and it let go. I used this moment to grab the bomb that lay behind me; only 37 seconds to go! Terrified and crazed, sweat pouring down my face, my mind in pieces, I rammed the bomb into one of the creature’s mouths and kicked it back again as hard as I could. I heard it yelp like a wounded dog and it lost its footing. It fell sideways and in that second, I took my shotgun and fired at it in the chest. The force of the close-range blast sent me flying. At the same time the creature was hurled back into the wall where it was enveloped quickly.
My head was fuzzy. I was dizzy and the wind had been knocked out of me. Was the bomb going to work? I felt something warm and wet drip into my ear and touched the side of my head. My fingertips came away soaked in blood. My head was spinning. With a foggy mind I grabbed my bag, collecting my weapons and flashlight. As I stood up I heard a low rumbling sound. The ground beneath my feet shook and for a moment I was confused. Then I looked up at the wall. Its surface was boiling like I’d never seen before. It was shaking and growing. I turned to run when suddenly there was a massive blast, and the entire wall exploded into hundreds of grey chunks. These rained down all around the hangar, smashing several aircrafts. The blast knocked me off my feet.
When I awoke I could see early morning light through the tiny cracks in the blast door. Where the wall had once been now stood a small blackened crater. I coughed and lifted my head to inspect the wall pieces and found that they – my mouth opened. They were melting. I watched in dumbfounded horror as the pieces began to merge, just like that scene from Terminator 2. It was rebuilding itself.
As I stood to run I heard a groan. My blood became ice.

I turned slowly in terror to find the shambling, wheezing monstrosity behind me. Like the creature I’d shot, this one seemed made from bits and pieces of human limbs knitted together randomly. This one had six legs which came out of its mouth, its head positioned within its torso where the bellybutton should be, and it wheezed in pain. I almost puked from fright but my feet were already carrying me away. I sprinted down the corridors, ignoring all the pain and fear and exhaustion and anger and frustration inside me. Without thinking, I leapt into the first janitor’s closet I found and locked the door. After catching my breath, I found this notepad and pencil, and have been writing this report in the sterile glow of my flashlight. Hopefully, I have left some useful information for anyone who may find this.

Now I lie in wait. What is that thing? If it can survive a bomb like that, what hope do we have? It’s no wall at all. It’s a membrane. An interface. Somewhere very different is pressing up against us. It has torn a small hole, and was now prying it open further.

So here I wait, hoping to be saved, but even as I write this I can hear that thing walking past the door. With a soft click I turn off my flashlight. I try not to breathe. I can hear the snuffling, it’s right outside!

Shit! Shit! I hear keys. The door is unlocking! How? How?

Oh God! The doorknob is turning...

In 2021, the market for Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Market was worth $1.30 billion US dollars. AMR Group projects that the market will reach US$ 1.74 billion by 2031, growing at a CAGR of 5 percent between 2023 and 2033.
The point-of-care medical imaging Industry is experiencing significant growth, driven by the increasing demand for portable and advanced diagnostic solutions in various healthcare settings. This surge is attributed to the need for rapid diagnosis and real-time monitoring of patients, which is critical in emergency situations and remote care services. Innovations in imaging technologies, such as handheld ultrasound devices and compact MRI machines, are further fueling the expansion of this market, enabling clinicians to deliver immediate and effective treatment decisions at the bedside.[ ]()
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Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Growth Factors:
By delivering imaging capabilities directly to the patient, medical practitioners can start recommending relevant therapies and actions right away. The market for point-of-care medical imaging is fuelled by a few factors, such as the rise in innovative product launches, the incidence of chronic diseases, the development of cutting-edge technologies like artificial intelligence and machine learning, the expansion of healthcare infrastructure investment, the growth of population, the rise in regulatory approvals, and the expansion of government initiatives.
Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Commerce Scope:
The market for point-of-care medical imaging is growing quickly due to the increasing demand for prompt and precise diagnostic services. The period between diagnosis and the start of therapy can be greatly decreased by using these portable imaging machines to do diagnostics at the patient's bedside. Technology breakthroughs like the creation of portable X-ray machines and handheld ultrasound devices are expanding the use of point-of-care medical imaging. These gadgets are essential in emergency rooms, ambulances, and remote healthcare settings because they provide mobility, convenience, and real-time imaging capabilities.
[Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging ]()Market Segmentation:
By Imaging Technology:
• X-ray
• Ultrasound
• CT (Computed Tomography)
• MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging)
• Others (Nuclear Imaging, Optical Imaging)
By Application:
• Cardiology
• Genecology/Obstetrics
• Oncology
• Orthopedics
• Neurology
• Others (Pulmonology, Gastroenterology)
By End-User:
• Hospitals
• Clinics and Diagnostic Centers
• Ambulatory Surgical Center's (ASCs)
• Home Care Settings
Regional Trend in Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Industry:

· Middle East and Africa: Due to the growing incidence of chronic illnesses and the rising cost of healthcare infrastructure, the Middle East and Africa area is also seeing an increase in demand for POC medical imaging devices.

· North America: The US is a primary driver of market growth for POC medical imaging in North America, which is a sizable market. Numerous significant market competitors are based in the area, and the growing popularity of portable and convenient medical equipment is fueling the expansion of the regional industry.

· Latin America: Brazil and Mexico are two important regions that are driving the region's POC medical imaging market expansion. The market is expanding because of the region's growing investment in healthcare infrastructure.
[Leading Companies in the World Market for Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging:]()
GE Healthcare
Koninklijke Philips N.V
Siemens Healthineers
Canon Medical Systems Corporation
Fujifilm Holdings Corporation
Carestream Health, Inc
Samsung Medison Co., Ltd

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– Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Market Overview
– Global Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Market Competition, Profiles/Analysis, Strategy
– Global Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Capacity, Production, Revenue (Value) by regions (2023-2033)
– Global Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Supply (Production), Consumption, Exports, Imports by Region (2023-2033)
– Global Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Market Regional Highlights
– Industry Chain, Sourcing Strategies and Downstream Buyers
– Marketing Strategies Analysis, Distributors/Traders
– Market Influencing Factors Analysis
– Market Decisions Relevant to Current Scenario
– Ex Global Point-Of-Care Medical Imaging Market Outlook (2023-2033)
– Case Study
– Study Findings and Conclusions
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The fear of missing out (FOMO), a demanding emotion, will affect an investor’s judgment in almost all circumstances. Cryptocurrency as an intangible asset with price fluctuations increases the risk of further accelerating the price swings. This fear of missing out can lead to hasty, often reckless, actions without a proper comparative analysis of cryptocurrencies. While in a good market, investors might sell when a drop happens, seeing this as a step towards the future fall. However, panic trading in imperfect markets might make them more impulsive, leading to more losses. Formulate a portfolio with a long-term bias that considers the long-term goals, being indifferent to the short-term swings. Try not to engage in emotions and stick to the one you’ve already noticed.
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Ever since my line was cut over a month ago due to a false locates report by Xfinity I’ve been stuck in landscaping limbo with a project on hold pending bury.
The first time I called I was given a date two weeks ago. Reach that date and a new rep notes that the first rep had provided false information (aka lied). This rep wouldn’t provide a job number or a due date just saying it was permitting and locates.
Went to a local rep after that and finally got a job number along with no mention of locates or permitting but a new date a week out.
Week goes by (no one shows up- locates or otherwise) call that day and get “yep your job is scheduled for today” (again no one shows). I call next day and get another date a week out and get told it’s a permitting delay (the Xfinity hub box is in my backyard so the entire job is at my property) so at this point I’m tempted to just call the city and county and see if any permit requests are on file.
I don’t trust Xfinity as far a I could throw their dumb orange line after all of this….
Has anyone else experienced this?

Hi All, before I reach out to Tesla again, I thought I'd check the community here to make sure I have the proper understanding of battery degradation and associated mileage.
We have a 2016 Model X P90D. Bought is used 2 years ago and it now only has 37k miles on it. Last year, we had SEVERAL issue with the car bricking 6 different times and requiring over 90 days of service and 4 tows. Each time they seemed to find a difference reason from the air conditioner to the drive unit. I made several points over these services stating that I'm concerned the battery may be the issue. We are not getting the mileage from the car that it should be getting.
We've done a few longer trips in the last few weeks and when we start with a full charge when the car showed an estimated 277 miles. On one trip, we got home having traveled 124 miles on the day, but only 24% of battery left. This was mostly freeway miles with little traffic and some street routes. Estimating that playing out the remaining charge and I'm MAYBE getting 160 miles total.
I've noticed this on other trips when we went to Vegas one time as well and needed to stop twice on the way or we would not make it. Tesla said they tested the battery and it holds a charge properly, but I don't feel like it's using the charge properly. A loaner car we got from them during one of the services was able to drive from Orange County to San Diego and back on a full charge and showed on it's reserve that it could still make a trip back to San Diego. I don't believe our car would make one full trip of that same route without charging.
I believe our battery is failing in some way even if they say it's passing the test to hold a charge. With so little mileage on the car, we should be getting more distance. I wanted to see if anyone else here has had issues like this and had their battery replaced or if this is the amount of mileage loss that should be expected. I appreciate the feedback.

I’m trapped. I can hear that thing lumbering through the hallway. My God, what the hell is it?The soft scratching of my pencil sounds deafening in the quiet of this tiny closet. I’m almost certainly gonna die in this place. I just hope someone can find this, maybe it will do some good. Or maybe it already doesn’t matter. I’m not sure how long I have until that wheezing thing finds me. Oh Jesus, or that grey stuff might ooze under the door and dissolve me. Oh my God! What it did to Benny, Sammy, Jonesy and Donald! To all of them! Even if I don’t survive, the world needs to be warned!

Long story short, I was a cop but I got shot in the head. The doctors said I was lucky, that it went straight through without hitting anything vital. However, I still needed three steel plates to hold my skull together. Also ended up with permanent tremors in my right hand and a nasty scar just under my eye. So, it’s no surprise that my cop career didn’t thrive. Just a year later I was a “retired” 45-year-old cop, living off scraps. After a few months, I started to get desperate for work. One evening while out with my friend, Graham, he mentioned something about some private research institute in the Mojave Desert. “What, are they still blowing A-bombs out there?” I scoffed, eyebrows arched with bemused incredulity. Graham stared down at his beer, “Not sure what the hell they do. But they pay super well, so who cares,” he took a long sip of beer, foam clinging to his lips, “I think it would be a good fit for you”.

Turns out this facility, and it really is known as the “Facility”, was located in the middle of nowhere. When I looked it up I couldn’t find any information at all. Later that week I called the number that Graham had scrawled down for me on a beer stained napkin. My right hand wasn’t good with delicate tasks so when I dialed the number I had to use my left hand. The phone rang twice before a metallic voice answered and said to hold for an operator. After a few seconds of muted elevator music, I spoke to a soft voiced woman who told me my skill set was perfect for their current vacancy: a security management position. Her voice was soothing, “Your credentials are excellent. If you like I can fax some forms and a draft contract over, and we can pay for you to fly on up to see us in person. I’m certain you’ll get offered the job.”

She was right. One flight and several NDAs later, I was employed again! By the time I started my new job I realized I had no idea what research went on down here. During the interviews my duties as a security manager had been discussed but any mention of their actual research interests had been carefully omitted. On my first day I asked others about the nature of the Facility’s research, but no one had any interest. “Just stick to your contract. No point in rockin’ the boat,” my new boss, Sammy, said to me curtly. I’ve not discussed it since.

The part of the Facility which I managed was section B.15. This area was located several hundred feet below the sun scorched surface of the Mojave Desert. It comprised many green corridors peppered with tall wide doors made from dark, stainless steel. The rooms inside were large and sterile. Of course, whether or not we wanted to know the nature of the research, after patrolling some of the research labs for weeks, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the scientists were mostly archeologists. Or maybe paleontologists. I often found different objects lying around in various states of cleanliness. Some looked like ancient amphoras, or large stone bird baths or even fossilized remains. Others were less identifiable: a melted lump of some glimmering metal or large chunks of a glass-like material. I found this all extremely curious because, as far as I knew, the Mojave Desert didn’t have much in the way of ancient architecture. At least of any ancient civilization that I know.

As the months went by I started to get friendly with the other guards, most of them ex-cops too, and we played cards and drank Irish coffee in the evenings. My two main colleagues consisted of a jovial, short man with orange hair named Jonesy and a much older much grumpier and much balder man, Donald. They were good men and we had a lot of laughs together. My stomach twists when I think about where they are now. Though I grew fonder of my fellow guards, I found myself developing a severe dislike for the researchers. Most of them were mean and arrogant. The only scientist my security buddies liked was a scrawny guy named Benny. Our favorite thing about Benny was that he never talked about his work.

It was earlier, at 1400h, when all the scientists were running from their rooms. They must have received some message a few minutes before and we watched them from the surveillance monitors as they got all excited, their lab coats flapping and flowing as they made for the stairs. Soon after this, the large red landline phone near my desk began to ring. Expecting the call, I picked up the receiver before the first ring finished, “Hey boss, what’s all the excitement about?” Sammy’s voice was uncharacteristically anxious, “The diggers have found a friggin’ huge object out here! The biggest thing they’ve ever dug up. They want to bring it to B.15 so I need you to organize the logistics and security”. My brow furrowed, “I guess it’s too big for the main entrance? Maybe we could bring it in via the big doors of the auxiliary hangar?” she grunted with agreement, “Yea, we’ll have to improvise a bit but should be manageable. I’ll get some of the boys from B.10 and B.14 to help you out.” I nodded, “Thanks, see you soon”

Donald, Jonesy, some interns and I had coffee in the office and called the guards at the hangar doors to arrange clearance. About an hour later we met the guards from B.10. and B.14, together we climbed the many stairs to the hangar and waited for the cargo to arrive. The massive metal hangar doors had been opened, which was rare. What was more irregular was that nearly every staff member from sections B.09 to B.18 were all gathered together in a silent knot of people. Despite the silence the air sizzled with anticipation, as well as the searing heat. I stood transfixed from curiosity, waiting in the shade of the doorway as the relentless sun beat down outside. I squinted. In the distance I saw a black speck grow larger against the bright blue sky. Slowly it took the form of a helicopter with an enormous rectangular shaped mass dangling below it.

Within less than a minute the helicopter made its cacophonous approach toward the hangar and gently lowered the object onto a wide wooden scaffold. I barked orders and signed forms as the guards rushed about. The air was blaring with the sound of helicopter blades and sand rocketed into my face, forcing me to splutter. “Alright, let’s get this thing processed!” I yelled over the sound of the helicopter as its engines powered down. My colleagues and I wiped dirt from our faces. Sammy emerged swiftly from the chopper and shook my hand. Her hair was in its characteristic librarian-bun but her eyes were glassy. Had she been drinking? We quickly reviewed the paper work she gave me and then she made her way back downstairs to her office in section B.1. She was keen to get away for some reason.

As my colleagues cleared away most of the staff and the excitement died down I was finally able to take a moment to inspect the object. It had been lowered onto a wooden scaffold fitted with wheels and had been pushed slowly into the center of the hangar. The few aircraft in this hangar were all currently under repairs, leaving plenty of space for the object.

The object was a wall. It was rectangular and about twenty-five feet long, ten feet thick and twelve feet high. The wall first appeared made from boring grey stone. I even remember thinking, “It’s not even that big”. However, when I looked closer it was, alive. I barely noticed the helicopter take off and leave as I saw the wall’s surface bubble. The hangar doors began to close as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. A bead of sweat ran down my cheek and I thought I heard something. It sounded like someone far away calling my name. I felt a strange pressure around my head. A sudden invasive thought dug into my mind: throw yourself into the wall. I shuddered and held myself back despite the sudden strong desire. I heard the faint voice of Benny and crashed back to reality. My eyes snapped open and I found my nose an inch away from the wall. It radiated cold like an open freezer and it smelled like rotten clay. The surface of the wall simmered ever so slightly. It reminded me of the fizz of some grey effervescent medicine. I paled as I took a large step backward, “I.. uh, what is this?” I turned to face Benny who stood with another scientist. He glanced at her briefly before he approached the wall, “Honestly, we have no idea”.

I got Donald and Jonesy to help Benny transport the wall down to room 278B via the service elevator. Donald grumbled, “Guh, this thing smells like something my dog puked up”. Meanwhile Jonesy stared with eyes as large as saucers, “It looks so cool!” Once downstairs, I told Donald and Jonesy to take some forms to the admin department and I returned alone to my office to get some more coffee and file away the rest of the paperwork. I tried to put the strangeness of the wall out of my mind, but it had truly unnerved me. I felt so tired. As I sat at my desk facing the surveillance monitors I was unable to fight the force fusing my eyelids together.

I’ve been hungover a lot, but when I woke up at my desk I’d never felt quite so singularlyawful. My clothes were soaked with sweat and my whole body felt exhausted. My arms felt like molasses. My forehead throbbed and I was bruised. I also felt a weird pressure squeezing my head from all sides. I sat back in my seat and rubbed my eyes.

Then I froze.

A hand was lying motionless on the floor just behind the table at the center of the room. I leapt to my feet and rushed forward. I gasped from horror as I saw Donald lying there, his chest sliced to ribbons. Gallons of dark scarlet stained his blue uniform. His eyes stared up empty and terrified. Pallid and shaking I ran to my landline to call for backup immediately. As the receiver met my ear my stomach dropped into my feet.

The line was dead.

I was so confused. We had lots of fail safes to ensure communication remained enabled, but the line was dead and there was no sign of any response. I rushed back to the monitors. The cameras were all operating normally. I started to breathe heavily. I couldn’t see anyone. The corridors were green and bare. I looked at the clock. It was 1817h. I had slept for about two hours. But where was everyone? Where were the janitors? My heart was hammering in my chest and my head was throbbing. My eyes narrowed with a sudden thought. Where was that wall?

I searched for the wall and found it was back in the hangar! It sat upon the bare ground right by the massive doors. However, the doors were sealed. The wall itself looked different. It was absolutely enormous! Just over two times longer and taller and wider. Just then, I realized that the titanium blast doors had been sealed as well. My heart rate doubled as I noticed large dents, scorch marks and scratches all over the doors. The hangar floor was covered in blood. My God, I even saw a rocket-launcher lying blackened and fractured near the doors. What the hell had happened?

I spun my head to look at the security panel on the wall to my left. My heart, already racing, felt like it leapt out of my mouth. My eyes grew wide as I realized Donald must have activated a quarantine procedure. This meant that the entire Facility would be sealed airtight. The only way to open any doors now was from the outside. My God! Why had he done this? Where was everyone? Did I really sleep through all this? Where was Jonesy? I looked back at Donald, my heart still racing from seeing his dead eyes stare into mine. I sighed sadly and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was now 1831h. I returned to the monitors and began to rewind the security footage.

Surveying the screens, I watched my past-self enter the security office at around 1600h. By 1610h I had passed-out on my chair, drool dangling from my mouth. “Ok, so let’s see where the wall was at that time. Should be room 278B.” I thought to myself aloud as I clicked on the button that displayed the footage of room 278B and the surrounding corridors. The screens were black as the footage loaded and I was about to hit the play button but hesitated. Did I really want to see this? I closed my eyes and took a few slow breaths. I have to know. I hit play.

The camera was located opposite the door giving a full view of the room. At first everything was normal. It was 1623h when they were unstrapping the wall. A loud popping sound was heard and the researchers spun around. The lights in the room dimmed and flickered. Suddenly something long and slimy exploded from the flesh of the wall. It wrapped around Benny and pulled him in. He screamed in terror as he vanished, his cries immediately silenced.

Without realizing it I was instantly on my feet, shaking my head in pure denial. My heart burst. What the hell was that? What the hell? What the hell? My head was full of static. I felt tears in my eyes as I watched guards and researchers rush into the room. The wall shimmered, it’s simmering surface began to boil and bubble and it grew a few inches higher. I saw it reshape itself so that intricately carved figures appeared on the wall’s edge. I leant in closer and gasped. One of those figures looked just like Benny, his mouth stretched into a permanent scream. The guards and researchers were horrified by what they saw. Suddenly, without warning, their body postures relaxed, their eyes grew glassy, and their arms fell slack at their sides. Those within the room moved as if sleepwalking. Some stayed still while others left the room. Brow furrowed from confusion and fear, my eyes swiveled to the footage of the corridors outside. The guards and researchers that had just exited 278B immediately began attacking and grappling those around them. I yelped as a vacant-eyed guard lazily shot another man in the leg. The thrall then dragged the wounded guard into room 278B. The mad guard held the wounded guard’s leg fast as he casually walked into the grey wall, pulling the struggling man in behind him. During this altercation I noticed Donald, he was hiding behind the corner of the corridor at the far end and was firing his gun at the thralls. He didn’t manage to hit anyone though. He then ran over to help a stray research intern to her feet and then they both ran down the corridor and out of view.

I could still hear the pleas for mercy as those who fell victim to the thralls were dragged into that horrifying wall. With every person it swallowed, the wall wriggled and grew. More ghastly decorations began to bloom on its surface, all of them made from the bones or likenesses of those absorbed. The bigger it got the stronger its psychic influence became until it reached everyone in the Facility. I looked on in horror as one by one, all janitors, researchers, guards, diggers, admin staff, everyone stopped what they were doing, mid conversation, their eyes emptying. The janitors dropped their mops and buckets. Researchers dropped precious materials and equipment without care, letting them smash to pieces. In unison, with vacant expressions, they moved toward room 278B. Among the horde of thralls, I saw Sammy and Jonesy, and so many others I knew. A guy who’d held the door for me once, a researcher who always slurped her coffee at lunch. Hundreds of people! What filled me with an unnamable dread was that I knew what was gonna happen. I knew what was coming. I tried to shout at the monitors, “Stop! Wait!” I grabbed the monitors and shook them with frustration.

A terror began to fill my stomach, deep and cold and aching. Suddenly I noticed Donald reappear on the screen. He was trying to hold back the intern he’d helped earlier, but it was useless. I saw Donald stare with incredulity as he sat defeated on the ground. Everyone else around him stumbled dreamily toward their doom. But Donald refused to give up. I saw him run from corridor to corridor, trying desperately to stop them. He threw chairs and tables in their way but they simply pushed them aside or jumped over them. I saw him run toward this office. I saw him enter, saw myself slumped on my chair still completely unconscious. I saw Donald try to shake me awake, he slapped me a few times and was yelling in frustration. He gave up with me eventually and ran over to activate the quarantine lockdown. I saw him tear down the hall back toward room 278B, pistol in hand.

As soon as Donald got close to 278B a long pale tendril burst through the door directly into his chest. The tentacle had a hooked end and it slashed him. I saw blood spurt out of him, saw him stumble and fall to the ground. However, he still managed to get a hold of his gun and fired multiple shots at the tendril. It writhed and flailed. Donald took this opportunity to climb to his feet. He grimaced and clasped his chest as crimson leaked to the floor. He moved back down the corridor. Eventually he got back to the office. He locked the door and, still fumbling with his keys, attempted to open the ammunitions cupboard. Before he could find the right key, he cursed and then collapsed. I cried out in frustration. That whole time I was completely useless!

My mind felt like static again for a few seconds. I couldn’t work out what my next move should be. A thought hit me hard. Why had Donald and I not been psychically affected by the wall? Everyone had been enslaved. Why not Donald? And me? My eyebrows shot up into my receding hairline with sudden realization. “Shit, the steel plates in my head!” And Donald had a steel plate in his skull too because of a rock-climbing accident he had in his 20s. When I got close to the wall, had it sensed my resistance? Had it tried to incapacitate me? If so, it meant the thing possesses sentience.

While I pondered this, I noticed some thralls re-strap the wall in room 278B. They transported it to the elevator and back up to the hangar. Once there, the thralls moved the wall off the scaffold onto the floor and began to beat heavily on the large metal doors with bare fists. Some even shot at the doors with their handguns. The ricochets killed a few of them but not one single person even noticed. Some of the guards even used a rocket launcher! I yelled with shock as they fired at deadly close range, lazily blowing themselves up, leaving the doors scorched. After this proved futile, the thralls all grew rigid. Next, they all formed a line in front of the wall and one shambling step after another, all the remaining employees were - assimilated. Even the dead and wounded were not spared. Those still alive carried the corpses of their fellow thralls into the wall.

It was 1735h when the last employee disappeared forever into the grey horror, and the wall expanded to its current size. Without warning, a large mass of twisted limbs emerged from the wall. I gasped from horror. Its silhouette was about seven feet tall and thin and stretched. It had too many legs and it didn’t appear to have a head. This thing lumbered over to the doors and began to strike them with a strength and ferocity found only in a starving polar bear. I could tell that the doors were taking strain, and they began to bend, but even then, they did not yield. After just over half an hour of smashing the door, the creature stopped and slowly shambled toward the stairs. My heart froze. It was coming here! Or was it here already? I sat still for a moment and tried not to lose my mind completely. I swear I could hear Woody the woodpecker laughing somewhere in the distance. I needed to keep it together. I took a long deep breath and tried to think of a way out.

Summarizing the details of my predicament, I realized I was trapped alone inside the Facility with an otherworldly force. Also, even if I found a way out, I’d potentially be letting an evil into the world that could destroy all life. My eyes grew even wider and I grabbed at my hair, “But my God, if this thing gets out. If it gets into the minds of other people. If it gets larger and larger. Could it swallow the world?” I was talking aloud now; the sound of my voice gave a new clarity to my situation that made me shudder. I turned back to the monitor. It seems I was all caught up. I stared blankly into the screen while I watched my past-self wake and wince from pain. I switched the monitor off and saw my reflection in the blackness of the screen. I was pale and my eyes were sunken and unblinking. “What do I do now?” I turned in my chair to look at Donald’s body. “Poor Donald, he didn’t deserve this”, I muttered softly. My eyes moved from his body up to the ammunition’s cupboard just above. “Wait, was he trying to get into the cupboard earlier?”, I gasped with realization. “Holy crap, he was trying to get the bomb! Me and Donald were gonna use a left-over bomb from the excavation site to blow some random shit up!”

I stood up quickly and walked up to the cupboard. I opened the cupboard with little effort and found the twenty pounds of plastic explosive inside. It had already been set up with a sixty second timer and a remote detonator. I sat at the table with the explosive, a vague plan forming in my broken mind. “Maybe if I somehow get this wall-thing to eat this bomb then...”

Before I could formulate my thoughts fully, the lights flickered, and the entire Facility was plunged into darkness unceremoniously. My nerves burned with fear. What had happened? Had that thing knocked the power out somehow? The next few seconds that past were the longest I’d ever experienced. Eventually dim green light bloomed to life and the reserve power kicked in. Then I heard slow, shuffling footsteps in the corridor just outside the office. I froze once again, my insides turning to mush. My mind raced. Had I remembered to lock the door? My stomach leapt into my feet as I heard the shuffling get louder and louder. I heard hoarse, wheezing breaths, as if the thing struggled to breathe. I jumped from fright but remained absolutely silent as whatever the thing was banged on the door with a deafening blow.

BANG!

The door shook and bent slightly.

BANG!

Silence.

BANG!

My heart was hammering in my ears and I sat deathly still. I could hear that thing breathing louder. After a few moments I heard it shuffle away. My entire body was shaking as relief washed over me. I turned to look at the screens. Dare I turn them on and check what it was? After a few seconds I turned to the monitors and switched them on. I waited in nervous anticipation as they flickered to life showing me that all the corridors between me and the wall were currently empty. I didn’t bother checking the corridor I suspected the shambling thingwas in. I didn’t want to see it unless I needed to. I’d had just about all the stress and terror I could take and by this stage I felt weirdly calm. It must be shock. A thin sigh escaped me as I stood. The fear in my blood began to feed a furnace of anger in my heart. I thought about all those who I had lost. I felt my expression turn to granite, “It’s time to kill this thing.”

I opened the door slowly, my fully loaded gun in my good hand. Spare ammo along with the explosive and a sawed-off shotgun was stashed in my backpack, and the remote detonator was tied to my belt. I held a heavy-duty flashlight in my shaky right hand. I moved cautiously through the dark green corridors. I’d never thought of how creepy this place could be until this moment. Gooseflesh crept up my arms and neck as I continued. All I could hear were my soft footfalls and shallow anxious breaths. I cleared the corridors one by one until I made it to the stairs. I walked up the stairs carefully. I took one step. Then another. Slowly, I climbed. After many minutes, I was near the hangar. Then I heard the soft sound of crying.

Someone was crying. No. Many people were crying.

I stopped dead in my tracks. My entire body shook from the adrenaline surging through me. Once my head peeked over the top of the landing, I froze. The wall loomed gigantic before me. Its edges were now framed intricately with the skeletons of hundreds of people, all twisted and screaming in agony; tortured souls bound together. I could hear them all. They were all screaming. Screaming for me to join them. I felt that pressure squeeze against my skull tighter and tighter. I shook my head in defiance. “No! You bastard! NO! I will not join you!” All at once the moans and wails stopped. I suddenly found myself at the top of the stairs without knowing when I’d finished climbing them. “But you will” came the sound of hundreds of twisted voices fused into one. “We are them. We are all. We can be all. We will be all. All and all and more than all.”
A deafening blast came from the wall and slithering, tangled human limbs emerged. It had four legs and several arms. It looked like the bodies of eight or more people shuffled and glued into an otherworldly horror. Its multiple mouths screamed a high pitched roar that was pure torment, and its sharp pointed teeth gnashed and chomped. I only had a second to dodge. I leapt to the side and fired multiple shots at the thing’s center of mass. Its horrifying body of fused torsos wriggled and bled black ichor. It screamed with pain and jumped at me, grabbing my leg. It tossed me into the air and I slammed into the floor a few feet away. As I hit the ground I yelled in pain and heard something metallic smash. Before I could catch my breath, it was upon me again. From the ground I fired several shots at it. This made it jump away and scuttle down the stairs. I noticed immediately that the remote detonator had been smashed beyond repair. With the creature momentarily out of sight, I kneeled and took off my backpack as fast as I could. “Only one way then”, I said quietly as I pulled out the bomb and started the timer manually. I also got the shotgun out. I needed to do this now or never.
As the final shell clicked into place I heard a roar coming from the stairs. The thing was back. Before I could react, it leapt at me and knocked me to the ground. The bomb flew from my grasp. It bared down on me, grabbing at my throat ready to tear me apart. My reflexes saved me and I managed to use my shotgun to hold the thing at bay, but it was way too strong. Desperate, I kicked it hard in the chest and it let go. I used this moment to grab the bomb that lay behind me; only 37 seconds to go! Terrified and crazed, sweat pouring down my face, my mind in pieces, I rammed the bomb into one of the creature’s mouths and kicked it back again as hard as I could. I heard it yelp like a wounded dog and it lost its footing. It fell sideways and in that second, I took my shotgun and fired at it in the chest. The force of the close-range blast sent me flying. At the same time the creature was hurled back into the wall where it was enveloped quickly.
My head was fuzzy. I was dizzy and the wind had been knocked out of me. Was the bomb going to work? I felt something warm and wet drip into my ear and touched the side of my head. My fingertips came away soaked in blood. My head was spinning. With a foggy mind I grabbed my bag, collecting my weapons and flashlight. As I stood up I heard a low rumbling sound. The ground beneath my feet shook and for a moment I was confused. Then I looked up at the wall. Its surface was boiling like I’d never seen before. It was shaking and growing. I turned to run when suddenly there was a massive blast, and the entire wall exploded into hundreds of grey chunks. These rained down all around the hangar, smashing several aircrafts. The blast knocked me off my feet.
When I awoke I could see early morning light through the tiny cracks in the blast door. Where the wall had once been now stood a small blackened crater. I coughed and lifted my head to inspect the wall pieces and found that they – my mouth opened. They were melting. I watched in dumbfounded horror as the pieces began to merge, just like that scene from Terminator 2. It was rebuilding itself.
As I stood to run I heard a groan. My blood became ice.

I turned slowly in terror to find the shambling, wheezing monstrosity behind me. Like the creature I’d shot, this one seemed made from bits and pieces of human limbs knitted together randomly. This one had six legs which came out of its mouth, its head positioned within its torso where the bellybutton should be, and it wheezed in pain. I almost puked from fright but my feet were already carrying me away. I sprinted down the corridors, ignoring all the pain and fear and exhaustion and anger and frustration inside me. Without thinking, I leapt into the first janitor’s closet I found and locked the door. After catching my breath, I found this notepad and pencil, and have been writing this report in the sterile glow of my flashlight. Hopefully, I have left some useful information for anyone who may find this.

Now I lie in wait. What is that thing? If it can survive a bomb like that, what hope do we have? It’s no wall at all. It’s a membrane. An interface. Somewhere very different is pressing up against us. It has torn a small hole, and was now prying it open further.

So here I wait, hoping to be saved, but even as I write this I can hear that thing walking past the door. With a soft click I turn off my flashlight. I try not to breathe. I can hear the snuffling, it’s right outside!

Shit! Shit! I hear keys. The door is unlocking! How? How?

Oh God! The doorknob is turning...

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For context, I've been watching a lot of Star Wars What ifs recently. Things like "What if Order 66 failed?" Things like that. I decided to do my own fan fiction, but with Hatchetfield. This is all just for fun, and isn't canon. Hope you all enjoy.
Paul walks out to meet Emma. Emma is overjoyed to see him alive. As they embrace, Paul starts to sing. As it turns out, Paul didn’t stop the hive, he had been infected. Paul and the members of the hive sing Inevitable. Emma tries to flee but is unsuccessful. When the song ends, Emma screams for help as they drag her away. The hive throws Emma to the ground in the hallway of the hospital. The infected Bill, Ted, Nora, and Mr. Davidson hold her limbs down. Paul stands over Emma, smiling at her, eyes completely blue. He asks Emma why she isn’t happy. He’s happy. Emma yells at him, “You’re not Paul. You’re a fucking alien. You killed Paul. I don’t love you.” She is trying to stall, by herself more time so that anyone might be able to save her. Paul tries to make Emma calm down, but Emma resists. Eventually, the hive realizes what Emma is doing, and Paul proclaims “I am done monologuing.”
BANG! BANG! Two gunshots sound. Emma and the hive look up in shock to see infected Hidgens slowly fall to the ground, two bullet holes in his chest. Colonel Schaffer has a pistol in her hand at the end of the hall. She is joined by two people. One is a young boy in a green Clivesdale Chemists jacket, a shotgun in his hands. The other is a woman in a denim jacket and jeans, holding a revolver. The three open fire on the hive. Paul takes the brunt of the gunfire, his body knocked off its feet in a barrage of bullets. Bill, Ted, Mr. Davidson, and Nora release Emma as they get shot. The nurse dodges the first shots and tries to bite Emma’s leg. She’s shot in the head. Schaffer calls out “You alright, Kelly?” “I’m fine,” said Emma. The boy and woman come over to Emma. The woman is cautious, but the boy looks into Emma’s eyes and nods. “She’s not infected.” They help her to her feet. “General MacNamera has been flying infected citizens from Hatchetfield over to Clivesdale via helicopter,” said Schaffer. “We’re assuming the hive is trying to lower the bridge between us and them. We have to stop it.”
All around Clivesdale, the citizens are trying to get to safety or fight the hive. Bill’s ex runs out of her house, shutting the door on an infected, only to find herself cornered by more infected outside. A helicopter lands in a lot behind a Burger King. A man runs out to intercept it. He fires a handgun at the chopper, killing the pilot on the first shot. He then takes down the members of the hive on board. A girl in the high school is pinned by an infected P.E.I.P. agent. Another girl and boy come and kill the agent, but the girl is already dead. They shoot her head and lock her in a closet.
Back at the hospital, Emma and the others are making their way to the lobby. The boy introduces himself as Mitch, a senior at Clivesdale High. The woman's name is Skarloey. She reveals that she drives the ambulance, but was off for the day. Emma reveals her real name and that she’s the only survivor from Hatchetfield. Schaffer tells them to shut up. In the lobby is General MacNamera and four P.E.I.P. agents, looking for anyone. Mitch asks Emma, “Do you know how to shoot?” Emma hesitates, “Sure?” Mitch takes a handgun from his jacket and hands it to her. They wait a moment. “Now,” said Schaffer. The four of them pop out and open fire on the infected. MacNamera goes down instantly. The other agents aren’t able to react fast enough. Only one manages to fire off one shot before dying. The four of them run out of the lobby and into Skarloey’s car. “We got to get to the bridge,” said Schaffer. “We cannot let them lower it.”
Five helicopters carrying more members of the hive fly overhead. Citizens look up to see the arrival of more infected. BOOM! One of the choppers is blown out of the air. The remnants of P.E.I.P., along with other military reinforcements, were able to set up some artillery to take the choppers out. Another helicopter is blown up. Across the town, the few infected that made it across are falling. Because the hive has gotten more violent, they don’t resort to luring people in that much. Also, Hatchetfield knows little about the town, other than that they hate it. The citizens of Clivesdale fight back, managing to kill every member of the hive that flew in. Emma notices the explosions in the air as they drive. “Looks like you got some help.” Schaffer chuckles, “Those of us that are left were able to set up a solid defense. They reacted quickly.” They watch as the last few helicopters are blown up. “Let’s hope they did the same with the bridge.”
Sadly, they didn’t. The few soldiers at the bridge got there too late, and all of them were caught off guard. The citizens were able to show up and kill the hive members there, but the bridge had already begun to lower. Schaffer, Emma, Mitch, and Skarloey pull up in the car not far from the bridge, ready to help defend. An agent runs over, “We can’t stop it, Colonel. They sabotaged the controls. That bridge is coming down.” Schaffer sighs, “Alright, we’ll just have to kill them all.” Mitch grabs a rifle from a fallen soldier and tosses the shotgun to Skarloey. Emma turns around to see several citizens arriving to help defend. They have guns, bats, knives, and even grenades. She’s almost shocked.
CRASH! The bridge has finally lowered. The crowd goes quiet, waiting to see anything. On the other side of the bridge, there is a faint chanting. It grows louder and louder. The infected have begun to cross the bridge. As they get closer, people begin to hear what they are singing. “Fuck you, Clivesdale!” The townsfolk are confused. Mitch raises an eyebrow, “What the?” “The hatred runs deep,” says Emma. “Don’t ask.” They are getting closer. Some of them are starting to move faster. There are far too many for all of them to deal with. They would be overwhelmed. But they know that they have no choice, if they want to survive, they have to hold them back.
Emma takes a deep breath, “I am not going to die here. Not in Clivesdale.” She raises her gun into the air and yells, “FUCK YOU, HATCHETFIELD.” The crowd yells and charges down the street, towards the bridge. The infected are moving faster now, sensing what is coming. They sing in unison, about taking over, how unstoppable they are, and that they’ll “fucking kick their asses.” Mitch, Skarloey, Schaffer, and many of the people reach the edge of the bridge. They aim and begin to fire. The infected at the front start to drop like flies. As more people arrive, the faster the infected fall. But, there are still too many to hold off. Grenades are thrown and some infected are blown up. Mitch reloads his rifle and continues to fire. The infected keep advancing. They’ve gotten too close now. They will overpower them soon. The crowd starts to back up. They start running out of ammo. The infected are almost at the edge of the bridge.
WOOSH! Two jet planes fly overhead. They pass over the bridge and the town of Hatchetfield. The people and the hive turn and watch as the bombs drop on the Starlight Theatre. BOOM! The massive explosion goes from orange and black to blue. The essence of the meteorite and the blue shit has been destroyed. The crowd watches in awe. The explosion starts to rise, the sky seemingly pulling the blue shit away from the earth. Emma notices a blue light coming out of the faces of the hive. Almost as if the blue is fading from them. The blue light is sucked into the sky and is gone.
The crowd stands there, stunned. At the same time, several of the citizens of Hatchetfield fall to the ground. Some lie dead, others struggle for breath. Those still standing look around in shock, wondering how they got there. Emma notices one of the few people standing at the front. It’s a woman in a nurse's outfit, with long, red hair. She turns to the crowd and drops with her hands over her. “Please,” cried Becky Barnes. “Don’t shoot me!” The crowd is uncertain, but Mitch notices her sclera (white of the eye) is white, not blue. “She’s not infected anymore,” he said. But even Mitch was uncertain. Then, they noticed a corpse at the front. Their blood was previously blue but had now turned red. The infection was gone.
P.E.I.P., the medical personnel in Clivesdale, and any Hatchetfield citizen that had recovered worked to set up sites to nurse the citizens back to health. There are stretchers, beds, and cots everywhere. The agents and medics are doing whatever they can to try to save the citizens. Emma walks with Mitch and Skarloey. “I can’t believe this.” Skarloey turns to her, “Tell me about it.” Emma pauses, “No, not about the hive, about you all.” Mitch and Skarloey stare at her. “We hated you guys,” Emma explained. “We did not like you. I never really knew why. Now I’m here, that hatred makes no fucking sense.” Mitch and Skarloey stare and then laugh. “We almost died, people are still dying now, and you decide that you want to tell us the Hatchetfield hates Clivesdale?” Emma shrugs. “Guess so, don’t have much else to do.”
Then, she notices someone. On a stretcher not far from her is a man with dirty blonde hair, a beard, and a red and black flannel. “Tom!” Tom Houston turns away from Becky Barnes to see Emma. She runs over to him. “Hey, Emma,” said Tom. “Good to see you.” He grunts as he tries to sit up. Becky puts a hand on his shoulder. “I’m alright, Beck. What happened, Emma?” “You became a musical alien,” said Emma. Tom’s winces, “So I’ve been told.” Emma tries to distract. “Is Tim ok?” As if on cue, Tom’s son walks up to Emma and grabs her leg. She turns and smiles at him, hugging the boy. Tim then goes over and hugs his dad. “I’m so glad you’re alive, Dad.” Tom pats his son on the back, “Me too, bud. Me too.” He looks up at Emma. She smiles and embraces both of them. Becky Barnes smiles at them. “I’ll leave you three for now.”
The next few days were interesting. Zoey Chambers, who somehow managed to survive the helicopter crash, was able to recover early. Emma revealed to her that their boss, Zoey’s boyfriend, and his wife were dead. Tom and Tim recovered early. After a day or two, Tom and Becky decided to get back together. Tim liked Becky and was happy to have her there. After finding Tom, Ethan Green and Hannah Foster learned that Lex Foster died during the charge. This seemed to be too much for Ethan, as while he seemed to recover early on, he wasn’t able to keep it together and died a few days later. Hannah had to confide in Webby to keep her spirit up. Tom and Becky, feeling awful for Hannah, Ethan, and Lex, decide to take care of Hannah. Tim welcomed the idea of having an older sister. Alice Woodward woke up asking where her father was. Emma told her what Paul had said, that Alice killed Bill herself. She then mentioned that Bill was present at the hospital, where he was gunned down. Alice had already found out that her mother had been infected and killed, while Deb died of gunfire. She was overcome with grief and spent the rest of her time looking for anyone she knew. Miss Holloway recovered right away, and with her help, she was able to nurse many people back to health, including Duke. The two spent most of their time together. Mark and Karen Chasity found that their daughter, Grace, had failed to recover. Mayor Solomon Lauter woke up with an injured leg. The body of his daughter, Steph, was never found. Melissa was one of the last people to recover. She became heartbroken when she found out that Paul was dead. The agents had to make sure she wouldn’t harm herself.
During those few days. Emma was spending her time with Tom. One day, she mentioned the plot of land in Colorado that had been granted to her by P.E.I.P. She told Tom that she wanted to start a pot farm, but now wanted to focus on getting everyone on track. She asked Tom if they would come with her to Colorado, to start over. He agrees with her, although still sketched out by the idea of a pot farm. Emma promises him that she is done with weed, for now. Emma Perkins, Tom Houston, Tim Houston, Becky Barnes, and Hannah Foster move to Colorado. Emma, with assistance from P.E.I.P., manages to let her leg heal and get back on her feet. She decides to go back to school to pursue a different career. Becky remains in the medical industry and Tom gets back into teaching. Tim and Hannah grow super close, with Webby at their side. As they get older, Hannah starts to distance herself from Webby, but Tim manages to convince her to not let Webby go. Emma graduates from college and gets a job working at a bank. Tom and Becky get married around the time Emma graduates. Hannah is in her sophomore year of high school while Tim entered the 7th grade. The five of them are sad for what they lost back in Hatchetfield, but at least they didn’t end up dying there nor in Clivesdale. At least for now, they are safe and happy.

https://investors.virgingalactic.com/news/news-details/2024/Galactic-07-Mission-Launch-Window-Opens-June-8/default.aspx
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Flight Will Mark Virgin Galactic’s Seventh Commercial Mission, Seventh Research Mission
Multiple Research Experiments to Include Axiom Space and University Payloads
ORANGE COUNTY, Calif.--(BUSINESS WIRE)-- Virgin Galactic Holdings, Inc. (NYSE: SPCE) today announced the ‘Galactic 07’ flight window will open Saturday, June 8, 2024. This will be the Company’s second spaceflight this year and 12th to date.
Virgin Galactic’s spaceship will again be converted into a suborbital science lab, with VSS Unity carrying an Axiom Space affiliated researcher astronaut who will conduct multiple human-tended experiments. In addition, Purdue University and UC Berkeley will have autonomous payloads on board, supported by NASA’s Flight Opportunities program. This mission showcases Virgin Galactic’s ability to provide a flexible microgravity research platform, benefiting further space exploration initiatives as well as innovations on Earth.
“Discovery and innovation are central to our mission at Virgin Galactic. We’re excited to build on our successful record of facilitating scientific experiments in suborbital space, and we look forward to continuing to expand our role in suborbital research going forward,” said Michael Colglazier, CEO of Virgin Galactic. “‘Galactic 07’ will also mark and celebrate VSS Unity's final commercial flight – an exciting and historic turning point for the business as we dedicate our resources fully to the production of our next-generation Delta spaceships, on track for commercial service in 2026.”
“Axiom Space’s commitment to enabling access to space and providing opportunities for scientific discovery beyond Earth aligns closely with Virgin Galactic’s mission,” said Tejpaul Bhatia, Chief Revenue Officer of Axiom Space. “We are very excited about this upcoming Galactic 07 flight; stay tuned for more on our groundbreaking research and astronaut participant as we get closer to June 8th.”
The hybrid research and private astronaut crew of ‘Galactic 07’ will include:

• Astronaut 027 – Researcher Astronaut, Axiom Space Affiliated Astronaut
• Astronaut 028 – Private Astronaut, California, USA
• Astronaut 029 – Private Astronaut, New York, USA
• Astronaut 030 – Private Astronaut, Italy

The Virgin Galactic crew will include:

• VSS Unity Commander Nicola Pecile and pilot Jameel Janjua
• VMS Eve Commander Andy Edgell and pilot C.J. Sturckow

The ‘Galactic 07’ autonomous rack-mounted research payloads will include a Purdue University experiment designed to study propellant slosh in fuel tanks of maneuvering spacecraft, as well as a UC Berkeley payload testing a new type of 3D printing. Virgin Galactic has flown payloads for NASA’s Flight Opportunities program since the Company’s first spaceflight in 2018 and was recently selected by NASA as a contracted flight provider for the next five years.
Today’s announcement follows notification from the FAA that Virgin Galactic’s investigation into the cause of the detachment of an alignment pin from VMS Eve following the release of VSS Unity during the ‘Galactic 06’ mission on January 26th, 2024 is approved. The FAA has accepted Virgin Galactic's final investigation report, as well as the corrective actions that have been made to enhance the retention mechanism of the pin and the addition of a secondary retention mechanism.
Stay tuned to Virgin Galactic’s social channels for further updates.

Since housing is a popular topic on this sub, I came across this and thought it might be interesting: https://www.google.com/maps/d0/viewer?ll=36.33497036514199%2C-120.26493269183092&z=6&mid=1GTASm8qlcyu9nj8XTew2VyrfcExNCOQ. You can Zoom in on the map to see a detailed view of where the houses are owned locally. I have provided more analysis below.
For some context Ryan Lundquist is an appraiser and housing analyst, based in Sacramento. Ryan used tax records to figure out how many single family properties in Calfornia are owned by Invitation Homes (a single family rental giant which was once owned by the Blackstone Group). Blackstone exited it's investment in Invitation Homes before the pandemic (I think)? Invitation Homes owns more single family homes than any other landord in the United States.
Most of these properties were purchased a few years after the 2008 financial crisis. Homes were trading at deep discounts, and in some cases the debt was purchased from banks, and the homes were foreclosed upon after. Other properties were purchased at foreclosure auctions.
According to Ryan's data, Invitation Homes owns 3017 rental homes in Los Angeles County, which is the most of any county in the state. Next is Riverside County, where they own 2,353 homes. Invitiation Homes not only owns more homes in many counties outside of California, but they own a much larger share of the housing stock.
If you Zoom in on the Los Angeles County portion of the map, you'll see that Invitation Homes has a notable presence in the city of Los Angeles - San Fernando Valley, especially Reseda, Van Nuys, Canoga Park, and Mission Hills, Granada Hills, Panorma City, and Sylmar.
If we look at several zip codes in south Los Angeles (both city and LA County unincorporated), we see they were active west of the 110 freeway mostly (but also east, going into Florence area), as well as in Compton. They also have a strong presence in Carson, Long Beach (mostly northern and eastern Long Beach), and in Whittier (especially), Baldwin Park, Covina and other cities in eastern LA County.
It is worth keeping in mind that there are nearly 525,000 single family homes in Los Angeles County, so Invitation Homes owns well under 1% of these properties. However, it is also worth considering that large Los Angeles (city and county) apartment landlords like PAMA (especially) and Swami International, did purchase single family homes, to serve as rentals, after the last crash.
However, their holdings of single family homes in LA County are relatively small compared to Invitation Homes - though PAMA bought a lot of single family houses in San Bernardino and Riverside. Much more common are smaller investors, who own 1 to 3 single family properties.

I live in a pretty "family friendly" part of San Diego and yet there's a few things about SD that feel lacking compared to OC when I visit.

1. Shopping malls feel much more family oriented... I went to Spectrum and was amazed at how fun it was for our daughter. Our daughter spent nearly 30 minutes at the Splash Pad, just having fun running around and playing with the water. Compared to the malls in San Diego, the play areas feel better thought out, have actually useful designs and layouts. The "mall playgrounds" in San Diego either have really small, outdated play areas or the play area is more like a sculpture art piece for some artist to showcase their abstract design philosophy.
2. There's way more indoor playgrounds and the indoor playgrounds are much nicer. In San Diego the indoor playgrounds are extremely low budget and very half-hearted. They just have bounce castles, ball pits and a bunch of random toys scattered about. The only really good one we have closes at 2:30 on Saturday and Sunday... In Orange County, you have Kids Empire, We Play Loud, Candeeland, there's just so many....
3. The parks in general are just much nicer. We have good parks, don't get me wrong... But in Irvine the parks are next level good. When I was a kid, I dreamed of visiting San Diego because the parks felt like what you imagined "big city" parks would look like, compared to my hometown. But Irvine is like when your nostalgia glasses aren't actually lying to you. We went to Tustin so I could pick up stuff at MC and we decided to stop at whatever park was close by so my daughter could just burn some energy and we ended up at Bill Barber, it's fantastic! And we also saw Adventure Playground and it's like holy crap... I want to be a kid again.
4. Beyond all the obvious, it seems like people in OC are also friendlier to families with young kids. When we go to restaurants, shops, just walking around, people are friendly to us, hold doors open for us, are extremely understanding of needing special consideration at restaurants, offering us kid portions and commenting about our kid being cute... San Diego feels like a live interpretation of the /childfree sub Reddit. If you even make a thread on a San Diego sub about kid friendly activities, good luck... I saw someone recommend a restaurant with outdoor seating because it literally has a small area with grass that kids can just run around on. They literally used the existence of grass as a "kid friendly" aspect to a restaurant. A few people will always comment about not taking your kids places where people are hoping to enjoy themselves without crying kids.

These cities are so close to each other and yet the attitude toward young families seems like a polar opposite of each other. Why? On the surface they're similar areas in a lot of ways: lots of international culture, good weather, proximity to beaches and good universities, similar diversity... Does anyone have an idea why it's like this?

(all airtimes E.S.T.)
WED MAY 01
(1:15AM) The Children's Hour (1961/1h 47m/Drama/William Wyler)
(3:15AM) The Apartment (1960/2h 5m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(6:00AM) From the Earth to the Moon (1958/1h 40m/Science-Fiction/Byron Haskin)
(7:45AM) The Snow Devils (1965/1h 18m/HorroAntonio Margheriti)
(9:30AM) The Green Slime (1969/1h 30m/HorroKinji Fukasaku)
(11:15AM) Moon Zero Two (1969/1h 40m/Roy Ward Baker)
(1:15PM) Countdown (1968/1h 41m/Drama/Robert Altman)
(3:00PM) Toward the Unknown (1956/1h 55m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(5:00PM) Plan 9 from Outer Space (1959/1h 19m/HorroEdward D. Wood, Jr.)
(6:30PM) The Thing from Another World (1951/1h 27m/HorroChristian Nyby)
(8:00PM) Laura (1944/1h 28m/Film-NoiOtto Preminger)
(9:45PM) Rebecca (1940/1h 55m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
THU MAY 02
(12:15AM) Marnie (1964/2h 10m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(2:45AM) Agatha (1979/1h 38m/Mystery/Michael Apted)
(4:30AM) Penelope (1966/1h 37m/Comedy/Arthur Hiller)
(6:30AM) The Angry Hills (1959/1h 45m/Suspense/Robert Aldrich)
(8:30AM) The Pride and the Passion (1957/2h 12m/Adventure/Stanley Kramer)
(11:00AM) Sweet November (1968/1h 54m/Romance/Robert Ellis Miller)
(1:00PM) My Fair Lady (1964/2h 50m/Musical/George Cukor)
(4:00PM) I Want To Live! (1958/2h 0m/Drama/Robert Wise)
(6:15PM) The Defiant Ones (1958/1h 37m/Drama/Stanley Kramer)
(8:00PM) No Greater Glory (1934/1h 57m/Drama/Frank Borzage)
(9:00PM) Man’s Castle (1933/1h 6m/Romance/Frank Borzage
(11:00PM) Secrets (1933/1h 30m/Western/Frank Borzage)
FRI MAY 03
(12:30AM) A Farewell to Arms (1932/1h 18m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(2:15AM) Stranded (1935/1h 16m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(3:30AM) **Desire (1963/1h 31m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(5:15AM) The Circle (1925/1h 0m/Silent/Frank Borzage)
(6:30AM) The Half Naked Truth (1933/1h 7m/Comedy/Gregory La Cava)
(7:45AM) Texas Carnival (1951/1h 17m/Comedy/Charles Walters)
(9:15AM) Maisie Was a Lady (1941/1h 19m/Comedy/Edwin L. Marin)
(10:45AM) Flamingo Road (1949/1h 34m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(12:30PM) The Unholy Three (1930/1h 12m/Crime/Jack Conway)
(1:45PM) The Mind Reader (1933/1h 9m/Drama/DirectoRoy Del Ruth)
(3:00PM) Lili (1953/1h 21m/Musical/Charles Walters)
(4:30PM) The Wagons Roll At Night (1941/1h 24m/Drama/Ray Enright)
(6:00PM) Carnival Story (1954/1h 35m/Drama/Kurt Neumann)
(8:00PM) Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982/1h 28m/Comedy/Carl Reiner)
(10:00PM) Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988/1h 50m/Comedy/Frank Oz)
SAT MAY 04
(12:00AM) Father of the Bride (1991/1h 45m/Comedy/Charles Shyer)
(2:00AM) Pennies From Heaven (1981/1h 47m/Musical/Herbert Ross)
(4:00AM) Robin and the 7 Hoods (1964/2h 3m/Musical/Gordon Douglas)
(6:15AM) Maya (1966/1h 31m/Adventure/John Berry)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Grin and Share It (1957/0h 6m/Comedy/Michael Lah)
(8:07AM) Believe It or Not #10 (1932/0h 7m/Short/?)
(8:15AM) Glimpses of Peru (1937/0h 8m/Short/?)
(8:24AM) The Walking Dead (1936/1h 6m/HorroMichael Curtiz)
(9:30AM) Brush Roper (1955/0h 30mWestern/Stuart Heisler)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Never Kick a Woman (1933/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:07AM) The Falcon Takes Over (1942/1h 3m/Mystery/Irving Reis)
(11:30AM) Buzzin' Around (1933/0h 20m/Comedy/Alfred J. Goulding)
(12:00PM) Tonight and Every Night (1945/1h 32m/Musical/Victor Saville)
(1:45PM) Angels in the Outfield (1951/1h 42m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(3:45PM) The Liquidator (1966/1h 44m/Suspense/Jack Cardiff)
(5:45PM) Billy Budd (1962/1h 52m/Drama/Peter Ustinov)
(8:00PM) A Face in the Crowd (1957/2h 6m/Drama/Elia Kazan)
(10:15PM) Ace In The Hole (1951/1h 59m/Drama/Billy Wilder)
SUN MAY 05
(12:15AM) Dark Passage (1947/1h 46m/Film-NoiDelmer Daves)
(2:15AM) Yentl (1983/2h 14m/Musical/Barbra Streisand)
(4:30AM) Portnoy's Complaint (1972/1h 41m/Drama/Ernest Lehman)
(6:15AM) Harlan County, USA (1976/1h 43m/Documentary/Barbara Kopple)
(8:15AM) Black Fury (1935/1h 32m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(10:00AM) Dark Passage (1947/1h 46m/Film-NoiDelmer Daves)
(12:00PM) Random Harvest (1942/2h 4m/Romance/Mervyn Le Roy)
(2:30PM) Raintree County (1957/3h 7m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(5:30PM) Gypsy (1962/2h 29m/Musical/Mervyn Le Roy)
(8:00PM) The Big Trail (1930/1h 50m/Western/Raoul Walsh)
(10:15PM) White Heat (1949/1h 54m/Crime/Raoul Walsh)
MON MAY 06
(12:15AM) The First Auto (1927/1h 15m/Silent/Roy Del Ruth)
(2:00AM) A River Called Titas (1973/2h 39m/Drama/Ritwik Ghatak)
(5:00AM) Busses Roar (1942/0h 58m/Drama/D. Ross Lederman)
(6:00AM) I Loved a Woman (1933/1h 30m/Drama/Alfred E. Green)
(7:45AM) The Keyhole (1933./1h 9m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(9:00AM) Age of Indiscretion (1935/1h 18m/Drama/Edward Ludwig)
(10:30AM) My Past (1931/1h 23m/Romance/Roy Del Ruth)
(11:45AM) Mannequin (1938/1h 35m/Romance/Lew Borzage)
(1:30PM) The Common Law (1932/1h 15m/Drama/Paul L. Stein)
(3:00PM) His Brother's Wife (1936/1h 30m/Romance/W. S. Van Dyke)
(4:30PM) Man On Fire (1957/1h 35m/Drama/Ranald Macdougall)
(6:15PM) One is a Lonely Number (1972/1h 37m/Drama/Mel Stuart)
(8:00PM) The Cheat (1915/0h42m/Silent/Cecil B. De Mille )
(9:15PM) The Dragon Painter (1919/0h 53m/Silent/William Worthington)
(10:15PM) The Tong Man (1919/0h 58m/Crime/William Worthington)
(11:30PM) Yellowface: Asian Whitewashing and Racism in Hollywood (2019/0h 54m/Documentary/Clara Kuperberg and Julia Kuperberg)
TUE MAY 07
(12:30AM) China Sky (1945/1h 18m/WaRay Enright)
(2:00AM) Sayonara (1957/2h 27m/Romance/Joshua Logan)
(6:00AM) Bed of Roses (1933/1h 7m/Drama/Gregory Lacava)
(7:15AM) Honeysuckle Rose (1980/1h 59m/Drama/Jerry Schatzberg)
(9:30AM) The Subject Was Roses (1968/1h 47m/Drama/Ulu Grosbard)
(11:30AM) The Blue Gardenia (1953/1h 30m/Suspense/Fritz Lang)
(1:00PM) Inside Daisy Clover (1965/2h 8m/Drama/Robert Mulligan)
(3:15PM) Brooklyn Orchid (1942/0h 50m/Comedy/Kurt Neumann)
(4:15PM) Brother Orchid (1940/1h 30m/Crime/Lloyd Bacon)
(6:00PM) Black Narcissus (1947/1h 39m/Drama/Michael Powell)
(8:00PM) North by Northwest (1959/2h 16m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(10:30PM) A Matter of Life and Death (1947/1h 44m/Romance/Michael Powell)
WED MAY 08
(12:30AM) Forbidden Planet (1956/1h 38m/Science-Fiction/Fred Mcleod Wilcox)
(2:15AM) Citizen Kane (1941/1h 59m/Drama/Orson Welles)
(4:30AM) The Fountainhead (1949/1h 54m/Drama/King Vidor)
(6:30AM) The Shoes of the Fisherman (1968/2h 42m/Drama/Michael Anderson)
(9:30AM) Lone Star (1952/1h 34m/Western/Vincent Sherman)
(11:30AM) Rio Bravo (1959/2h 21m/Western/Howard Hawks)
(2:00PM) The Westerner (1940/1h 40m/Western/William Wyler)
(4:00PM) The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean (1972/2h 0m/Western/John Huston)
(6:15PM) A Big Hand for the Little Lady (1966/1h 35m/Western/Fielder Cook)
(8:00PM) Shane (1953/1h 58m/Western/George Stevens)
(10:15PM) Hud (1963/1h 52m/Western/Martin Ritt)
THU MAY 09
(12:15AM) Spartacus (1960/3h 2m/Drama/Stanley Kubrick)
(3:45AM) Heidi (1937/1h 28m/Drama/Allan Dwan)
(5:30AM) Kim (1951/1h 53m/Adventure/Victor Saville)
(7:30AM) Dance, Fools, Dance (1931/1h 21m/Drama/Harry Beaumont)
(9:00AM) Possessed (1931/1h 12m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(10:30AM) Laughing Sinners (1931/1h 11m/Romance/Harry Beaumont)
(11:45AM) Dancing Lady (1933/1h 22m/Musical/Robert Z. Leonard)
(1:30PM) Forsaking All Others (1934/1h 24m/Romance/W. S. Van Dyke)
(3:00PM) Chained (1934/1h 11m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(4:30PM) Love on the Run (1936/1h 20m/Romance/W. S. Van Dyke)
(6:00PM) Boom Town (1940/1h 56m/Adventure/Jack Conway)
(8:00PM) History Is Made at Night (1937/1h 37m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(10:00PM) Smilin' Through (1941/1h 40m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
FRI MAY 10
(12:00AM) Seven Sweethearts (1942/1h 38m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(1:45AM) Flirtation Walk (1934/1h 37m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(3:30AM) Shipmates Forever (1935/1h 49m/Musical/Frank Borzage)
(5:30AM) Hearts Divided (1936/1h 27m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(7:00AM) No Other Woman (1933/0h 56m/Drama/J. Walter Ruben)
(8:00AM) Little Lord Fauntleroy (1936/1h 38m/Drama/John Cromwell)
(10:00AM) The Prisoner of Zenda (1937/1h 41m/Adventure/John Cromwell)
(12:00PM) Viva Villa! (1934/1h 55m/Western/Jack Conway)
(2:00PM) A Star Is Born (1937/1h 51m/Romance/William A. Wellman)
(4:00PM) Reckless (1935/1h 36m/Romance/Victor Fleming)
(5:45PM) A Tale of Two Cities (1935/2h/Drama/Jack Conway)
(8:00PM) Rebel Without a Cause (1955/1h 51m/Drama/Nicholas Ray)
(10:00PM) The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner (1962/1h 44m/Drama/Tony Richardson)
SAT MAY 11
(12:00AM) Rumble Fish (1983/1h 34m/Action/Francis Ford Coppola)
(2:00AM) Wild Boys of the Road (1933/1h 17m/Drama/William A. Wellman(
(3:30AM) Crime School (1938/1h 26m/Drama/Lewis Seiler)
(5:00AM) Haunted Gold (1932/58m/Western/Mack V. Wright)
(6:00AM) Jungle Book (1942/1h 49m/Adventure/Zoltan Korda)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Little Buck Cheeser (1937/0h 7m/Animation/Rudolf Ising)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #11 (1932/0h 7m/Documentary/?)
(8:16AM) India on Parade (1937/9m/Short/?)
(8:26AM) Attack of the 50 Foot Woman (1958/1h 5m/HorroNathan Hertz)
(9:30AM) Tom and Jerry (1955/0h 30m/Drama/Leo McCarey)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Little Swee' Pea (1936/0h 7m/Animation/Dave Fleischer)
(10:08AM) The Falcon's Brother (1942/1h 3m/Mystery/Stanley Logan)
(11:30AM) Forbidden Passage (1941/0h 20m/Short/Fred Zinnemann)
(12:00PM) Sweet Charity (1969/2h 29m/Musical/Bob Fosse)
(2:45PM) Point Blank (1967/1h 32m/Crime/John Boorman)
(4:30PM) Roadblock (1951/1h 13m/Film-NoiHarold Daniels)
(6:00PM) American Graffiti (1973/1h 49m/Comedy/George Lucas)
(8:00PM) The Fisher King (1991/2h 17m/Dramedy/Terry Gilliam)
(10:30PM) Synecdoche, New York (2008/2h 4m/Dramedy/Charlie Kaufman)
SUN MAY 12
(12:45AM) Follow Me Quietly (1949/0h 59m/Film-NoiRichard O. Fleischer)
(2:15AM) Murder, She Said (1961/1h 26m/Mystery/George Pollock)
(4:00AM) Murder at the Gallop (1963/1h 21m/Mystery/George Pollock)
(5:30AM) MGM Parade Show #11 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:00AM) Three Daring Daughters (1948/1h 55m/Musical/Fred M. Wilcox)
(8:00AM) Please Don't Eat the Daisies (1960/1h 51m/Comedy/Charles Walters)
(10:00AM) Follow Me Quietly (1949/0h 59m/Film-NoiRichard O. Fleischer)
(11:15AM) So Big (1953/1h 41m/Romance/Robert Wise)
(1:15PM) Pocketful of Miracles (1961/2h 16m/Comedy/Frank Capra)
(3:45PM) Mildred Pierce (1945/1h 53m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(5:45PM) Imitation of Life (1959/2h 5m/Romance/Douglas Sirk)
TBD
(8:00PM) I Remember Mama (1948/2h 14m/Drama/George Stevens)
(10:30PM) Yours, Mine, and Ours (1968/1h 51m/Comedy/Melville Shavelson)
MON MAY 13
(12:30AM) The Merry Widow (1925/1h 51m/Silent/Erich Von Stroheim)
(3:00AM) Unknown Pleasures (2002/1h 52m/Comedy/Jia Zhang-ke)
(5:00AM) The World (2004/2h 19m/Adventure/Jia Zhang-ke)
(7:30AM) Night Flight (1933/1h 24m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(9:00AM) Sadie McKee (1934/1h 30m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(10:45AM) Song of Love (1947/1h 59m/Western/Clarence Brown)
(12:45PM) Intruder in the Dust (1949/1h 29m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(2:15PM) White Cliffs Of Dover (1944/2h 6m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(4:30PM) Edison, the Man (1940/1h 47m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(6:30PM) Wife Vs. Secretary (1936/1h 28m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(8:00PM) Tokyo Joe (1949/1h 28m/Suspense/Stuart Heisler)
TBD
(11:45PM) Daughter of the Dragon (1931/1h 10m/Crime/Lloyd Corrigan)
TUE MAY 14
(1:00AM) Daughter of Shanghai (1937/1h 3m/Crime/Robert Florey)
(2:15AM) Escapade in Japan (1957/1h 33m/Adventure/Arthur Lubin)
(4:00AM) Bridge to the Sun (1961/1h 52m/Drama/Etienne Périer)
(6:00AM) Key Largo (1948/1h 41m/Crime/John Huston)
(8:00AM) Wind Across the Everglades (1958/1h 33m/Adventure/Nicholas Ray)
(9:45AM) Sweet Bird of Youth (1962/2h 0m/Drama/Richard Brooks)
(12:00PM) Bright Road (1953/1h 9m/Drama/Gerald Mayer)
(1:15PM) Good-Bye, My Lady (1956/1h 35m/Drama/William A. Wellman)
(3:00PM) Louisiana Story (1948/1h 17m/Documentary/Robert Flaherty)
(4:30PM) Cry of the Hunted (1953/1h 20m/Drama/Joseph H. Lewis)
(6:00PM) The Drowning Pool (1975/1h 46m/Mystery/Stuart Rosenberg)
(8:00PM) Rancho Notorious (1952/1h 29m/Western/Fritz Lang)
(9:45PM) Beach Party (1963/1h 41m/Musical/William Asher)
(11:30PM) Breathless (1983/1h 40m/Drama/Jim McBride)
WED MAY 15
(1:30AM) Two Weeks in Another Town (1962/1h 47m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(3:30AM) Querelle (1982/1h 48m/Drama/Rainer Werner Fassbinder)
(5:30AM) The Boy Friend (1971/1h 48m/Musical/Ken Russell)
(7:30AM) Design for Scandal (1941/1h 25m/Romance/Norman Taurog)
(9:00AM) Live, Love and Learn (1937/1h 18m/Comedy/Geo. Fitzmaurice)
(10:30AM) The Kid from Kokomo (1939/1h 35m/Comedy/Lewis Seiler)
(12:15PM) Tender Comrade (1943/1h 42m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(2:15PM) A Guy Named Joe (1943/2h 0m/Romance/Victor Fleming)
(4:30PM) We Who Are Young (1940/1h 19m/Romance/Harold S. Bucquet)
(6:00PM) Our Vines Have Tender Grapes (1945/1h 45m/Drama/Roy Rowland)
(8:00PM) Gigi (1958/1h 56m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(10:15PM) Lili (1953/1h 21m/Musical/Charles Walters)
THU MAY 16
(12:00AM) Oliver! (1968/2h 33m/Musical/Carol Reed)
(2:45AM) Roberta (1935/1h 25m/Musical/William A. Seiter)
(4:45AM) Mame (1974/2h 12m/Musical/Gene Saks)
(7:15AM) The Pitfall (1948/1h 24m/Film-NoiAndre De Toth)
(9:00AM) The Set-Up (1949/1h 12m/Drama/Robert Wise)
(10:15AM) The Maltese Falcon (1941/1h 40m/Mystery/John Huston)
(12:00PM) Lady in the Lake (1947/1h 43m/Mystery/Robert Montgomery)
(2:00PM) They Live by Night (1948/1h 35m/Crime/Nicholas Ray)
(4:00PM) The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (1946/1h 56m/Film-NoiLewis Milestone)
(6:00PM) The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946/1h 51m/Film-NoiTay Garnett)
(8:00PM) The Mortal Storm (1940/1h 40m/Drama/Frank Borzage)
(10:00PM) Three Comrades (1938/1h 40m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
FRI MAY 17
(12:00AM) Flight Command (1940/1h 50m/Adventure/Frank Borzage)
(2:15AM) The Spanish Main (1945/1h 40m/Adventure/Frank Borzage)
(4:15AM) Strange Cargo (1940/1h 45m/Drama/Frank Borzage)
(6:15AM) The Shining Hour (1938/1h 20m/Drama/Frank Borzage)
(7:45AM) One of Our Spies Is Missing (1966/1h 0m/Adventure/E. Darrell Hallenbeck)
(9:30AM) Where the Spies Are (1965/1h 53m/Comedy/Val Guest)
(11:30AM) The Prize (1963/2h 16m/Mystery/Mark Robson)
(2:00PM) The Venetian Affair (1967/1h 32m//Mystery/Jerry Thorpe)
(3:45PM) How to Steal the World (1968/1h 26m/Adventure/Sutton Roley)
(5:15PM) 36 Hours (1964/1h 55m/WaGeorge Seaton)
(7:15PM) MGM Parade Show #11 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
TBD
(11:30PM) The Murder of Mary Phagan (1988/4h 11m/Drama/?)
SAT MAY 18
(4:00AM) Freedom on My Mind (1994/1h 45m/Documentary/Connie Field)
(6:00AM) Gunga Din (1939/1h 57m/Adventure/George Stevens)
(8:00AM) MGM CARTOONS: Old Smokey (1938/0h 7m/Animation/William Hanna)
(8:08AM) Believe It or Not #12 (1932/0h 8m/Documentary/?)
(8:17AM) Natural Wonders of the West (1938/0h 8m/Documentary/James H Smith)
(8:27AM) Devil's Island (1940/1h 2m/Drama/William Clemens)
(9:30AM) Rookie Of The Year (1955/Comedy/John Ford)
(10:00AM) POPEYE: Hold the Wire (1933/0h 6m/Animation/Dave Fleisher)
(10:07AM) Falcon in Danger (1943/1h 13m/Mystery/William Clemens)
(11:30AM) The Song of Fame (1934/0h 21m/Short/Joseph Henabery)
(12:00PM) The Great Ziegfeld (1936/3h 0m/Musical/Robert Z. Leonard)
(3:15PM) The FBI Story (1959/2h 29m/Crime/Mervyn Le Roy)
(6:00PM) Cahill, U.S. Marshal (1973/1h 43m/Western/Andrew V. McLaglen)
(8:00PM) Jailhouse Rock (1957/1h 36m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(10:00PM) Forty Guns (1957/1h 18m/Western/Samuel Fuller)
SUN MAY 19
(12:00AM) Take Aim at the Police Van (1960/1h 19m/Film-NoiSeijun Suzuki)
(1:45AM) The Cowboys (1972/8m/Western/Mark Rydell)
(4:00AM) Chisum (1970/1h 50m/Western/Andrew V. McLaglen)
(6:00AM) Behind Office Doors (1931/1h 26m/Drama/Melville Brown)
(7:30AM) The Boss Didn't Say Good Morning (1937/10m/Short/Jacques Tourneur)
(8:00AM) Executive Suite (1954/1h 44m/Drama/Robert Wise)
(10:00AM) Take Aim at the Police Van (1960/1h 19m/Film-NoiSeijun Suzuki)
(11:45AM) The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone (1961/1h 44m/Drama/José Quintero)
(1:45PM) Sex and the Single Girl (1964/1h 54m/Comedy/Richard Quine)
(3:45PM) Adam's Rib (1949/1h 41m/Comedy/George Cukor)
(5:45PM) Some Like It Hot (1959/2h 0m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(8:00PM) The Muppets Take Manhattan (1984/1h 34m/Musical/Frank Oz)
(10:00PM) Little Shop of Horrors (1986/1h 28m/Musical/Frank Oz)
MON MAY 20
(12:00AM) The Kiss (1929/50m/Silent/Jacques Feyder)
(12:50AM) Love (1927/1h 22m/Silent/Edmund Goulding)
(2:30AM) No End (1985/1h 44m/Drama/Krzysztof Kieslowski)
(4:30AM) Blind Chance (1981/2h 2m/Drama/Krzysztof Kieslowski)
(6:45AM) Athena (1954/1h 36m/Musical/Richard Thorpe)
(8:30AM) The Last Days of Pompeii (1935/1h 36m/Drama/Ernest B. Schoedsack)
(10:15AM) The Slave (1962/1h 32m/Adventure/Sergio Corbucci)
(12:15PM) Land of the Pharaohs (1955/1h 46m/Adventure/Howard Hawks)
(2:15PM) The Silver Chalice (1954/2h 24m/Drama//Victor Saville)
(4:45PM) Quo Vadis (1951/2h 51m/Drama/Mervyn Le Roy)
(8:00PM) House of Bamboo (1955/1h 42m/Crime/Samuel Fuller
(10:00PM) Green Mansions (1959/1h 44m/Romance/Mel Ferrer)
TUE MAY 21
(12:00AM) Hell to Eternity (1960/2h 12m/WaPhil Karlson)
(2:30AM) Grand Prix (1966/2h 59m/Adventure/John Frankenheimer)
(6:00AM) Mr. Chump (1938/1h 1m/Comedy/William Clemens)
(7:15AM) Mr. Hex (1946/1h 3m/Comedy/William Beaudine)
(8:30AM) Mr. Dodd Takes the Air (1937/1h 26m/Musical/Alfred E. Green)
(10:00AM) Mr. Doodle Kicks Off (1938/1h 17m/Comedy/Leslie Goodwins)
(11:30AM) Mr. Imperium (1951/1h 27m/Romance/Don Hartman)
(1:00PM) Mr. And Mrs. North (1941/1h 7m/Mystery/Robert B. Sinclair)
(2:15PM) Mr. Skeffington (1945/2h 7m/Drama/Vincent Sherman)
(4:45PM) Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House (1948/1h 34m/Comedy/H. C. Potter)
(6:30PM) Mister Cinderella (1936/1h 15m/Comedy/Edward Sedgwick)
(8:00PM) The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953/1h 28m/Musical/Roy Rowland)
(9:45PM) The Red Shoes (1948/2h 14m/Romance/Michael Powell)
WED MAY 22
(12:15AM) Donkey Skin (1970/1h 30m/Drama/Jacques Demy)
(2:00AM) The Glass Slipper (1955/1h 34m/Musical/Charles Walters)
(3:45AM) Brigadoon (19541h 48m/Musical/Vincente Minnelli)
(5:45AM) Thief of Bagdad (1940/1h 46m/Adventure/Ludwig Berger)
(7:45AM) Lord of the Flies (1963/1h 30m/Drama/Peter Brook)
(9:30AM) Tunes of Glory (1960/1h 45m/WaRonald Neame)
(11:30AM) Tom Jones (1963/2h 11m/Comedy/Tony Richardson)
(1:45PM) The Lady Vanishes (1938/1h 37m/Suspense/Alfred Hitchcock)
(3:30PM) Oliver Twist (1948/1h 56m/Drama/David Lean)
(5:30PM) Sense and Sensibility (1995/2h 15m/Romance/Ang Lee)
(8:00PM) Marty (1955/1h 31m/Romance/Delbert Mann)
(9:45PM) Harvey (1950/1h 44m/Comedy/Henry Koster)
THU MAY 23
(12:00PM) Alice (1990/1h 25m/Comedy/Woody Allen)
(2:00AM) Tommy (1975/1h 51m/Musical/Ken Russell)
(4:00AMP Lenny (1974/1h 51/Drama/Ken Russell)
(6:00AM) Marriage on the Rocks (1965/1h 49m/Comedy/Jack Donohue)
(8:00AM) The Tender Trap (1955/1h 51m/Comedy/Charles Walters)
(10:00AM) Big City (1948/1h 43m/Crime/Norman Taurog)
(12:00PM) Neptune's Daughter (1949/1h 33m/Musical/Edward Buzzell)
(2:00PM) On the Town (1949/1h 38m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(4:00PM) Take Me Out to the Ball Game (1949/1h 33m/Musical/Busby Berkeley)
(5:45PM) Words and Music (1948/1h 59m/Musical/Norman Taurog)
(8:00PM) How Green Was My Valley (1941/1h 58m/Drama/John Ford)
(10:15PM) Seven Samurai (1956/2h 40m/Drama/Akira Kurosawa)
TBD
(10:45PM) In the Name of the Father (1993/2h 7m/Biography/Terry George)
FRI MAY 24
(2:00AM) The Battle of Algiers (1966/2h 0h/WaGillo Pontecorvo)
(3:15AM) Lust for Life (1956/2h 2m/Drama/Vincente Minnelli)
(5:30AM) MGM Parade Show #11 (1955/0h 25m/Documentary/?)
(6:00AM) A Day at the Races (1937/1h 45m/Comedy/Sam Wood)
(8:00AM) I Love You Again (1940/1h 39m/Comedy/W. S. Van Dyke II)
(10:00AM) The Loved One (1965/1h 56m/Comedy/Tony Richardson)
(12:15PM) The Awful Truth (1937/1h 30m/Comedy/Leo McCarey)
(2:00PM) No Time For Sergeants (1958/1h 59m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(4:15PM) The Sunshine Boys (1975/1h 51m/Comedy/Herbert Ross)
(6:15PM) The Producers (1967/1h 28m/Comedy/Mel Brooks)
(8:00PM) The Caine Mutiny (1954/2h 5m/Drama/Edward Dmytryk)
(10:15PM) Platoon (1986/2h 0m/WaOliver Stone)
SAT MAY 25
(12:30AM) Men in War (1957/1h 44m/WaAnthony Mann)
(2:15\AM) The Steel Helmet (1951/1h 24m/WaSamuel Fuller)
(4:00AM) Go for Broke! (1951/1h 32m/WaRobert Pirosh)
(5:45AM) The Human Comedy (1943/1h 58m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(7:45AM) Merrill's Marauders (1962/1h 38m/WaSamuel Fuller)
(9:30AM) They Were Expendable (1945/2h 15m/WaJohn Ford)
(12:00PM) Thank Your Lucky Stars (1943/2h 7m/Musical/David Butler)
(2:15PM) Onionhead (1958/1h 50m/Comedy/Norman Taurog)
(4:15PM) The Story of G. I. Joe (1945/1h 49m/WaWilliam A. Wellman)
(6:15PM) A Farewell to Arms (1932/1h 18m/Romance/Frank Borzage)
(8:00PM) Attack (1956/1h 47m/WaRobert Aldrich)
(10:00PM) Captains of the Clouds (1942/1h 53m/WaMichael Curtiz)
SUN MAY 26
(12:00AM) Bad for Each Other (1954/1h 23m/Film-NoiIrving Rapper)
(1:45AM) Men Of The Fighting Lady (1954/1h 20m/WaAndrew Marton)
(3:15AM) The Red Badge Of Courage (1951/1h 9m/Drama/John Huston)
(4:45AM) Wings For The Eagle (1942/1h 23m/WaLloyd Bacon)
(6:15AM) The Fighting 69th (1940/1h 30m/WaWilliam Keighley)
(7:45AM) Mister Roberts (1955/2h 3m/Comedy/John Ford)
(10:00AM) Bad for Each Other (1954/1h 23m/Film-NoiIrving Rapper)
(11:45AM) The Naked and the Dead (1958/2h 11m/WaRaoul Walsh)
(2:15PM) The Dirty Dozen (1967/2h 29m/WaRobert Aldrich)
(5:00PM) The Great Escape (1963/2h 48m/WaJohn Sturges)
(8:00PM) The Memphis Belle: A Story of a Flying Fortress (1944/40m/Documentary/Lt. Col. William Wyler)
(9:00PM) The Cold Blue (2018/1h 41m/Documentary/Erik Nelson)
(11:00PM) The Best Years Of Our Lives (1946/2h 52m/Drama/William Wyler)
MON MAY 27
(2:00AM) The Flying Fleet (1929/1h 27m/Silent/George Hill)
(2:15AM) The Flying Fleet (1929/1h 27m/Silent/George Hill)
(3:45AM) The Burmese Harp (1956/1h 56m/WaKon Ichikawa)
(4:00AM) The Burmese Harp (1956/1h 56m/WaKon Ichikawa)
(6:00AM) The Cranes Are Flying (1957/1h 34m/Romance/Mikhail Kalatozov)
(7:45AM) Appointment in Tokyo (1946/0h 55m/Documentary/Maj. Jack Hively)
(8:45AM) The McConnell Story (1955/1h 47m/Drama/Gordon Douglas)
(10:45AM) War Nurse (1930/1h 20m/WaEdgar Selwyn)
(12:15PM) Cry 'Havoc' (1944/1h 37m/WaRichard Thorpe)
(2:00PM) Bataan (1943/1h 54m/WaTay Garnett)
(4:00PM) The Rack (1956/1h 40m/Drama/Arnold Laven)
(5:45PM) Darby's Rangers (1958/2h 1m/WaWilliam A. Wellman)
(8:00PM) Three Came Home (1950/1h 46m/WaJean Negulesco)
(10:00PM) The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957/2h 41m/Drama/David Lean)
TUE MAY 28
(2:00AM) Assignment in Brittany (1943/1h 36m/Drama/Jack Conway)
(3:45AM) Sergeant York (1941/2h 14m/WaHoward Hawks)
(6:15AM) Mummy's Boys (1936/1h 8m/Comedy/Fred Guiol)
(7:30AM) My Demon Lover (1987/1h 27m/Comedy/Ted G, Vujovich)
(9:00AM) The Smiling Ghost (1941/1h 11m/Suspense/Lewis Seiler)
(10:30AM) Singapore Woman (1941/1h 4m/Drama/Jean Negulesco)
(11:45AM) The Reptile (1966/1h 30m/HorroJohn Gilling)
(1:30PM) Death Curse of Tartu (1966/HorroWilliam Grefé)
(3:00PM) Curse of the Demon (1958/1h 35m/HorroJacques Tourneur)
(4:30PM) The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb (1964/1h 21m/HorroMichael Carreras)
(6:00PM) Sphinx (1981/1h 58m/Adventure/Franklin J. Schaffner)
(8:00PM) Jason And The Argonauts (1963/1h 44m/Adventure/Don Chaffey)
(10:00PM) King Kong (1933/1h 40m/HorroMerian C. Cooper)
WED MAY 29
(12:00AM) Metropolis (1926/2h 23m/Silent/Fritz Lang)
(2:45AM) Modern Times (1936/1h 27m/Silent/Charlie Chaplin)
(4:15AM) Eraserhead (1977/1h 40m/HorroDavid Lynch)
(6:00AM) Beauty and the Beast (1946.1h 35m/Romance/Jean Cocteau)
(7:45AM) The Merry Widow (1934/1h 39m/Musical/Ernst Lubitsch)
(9:30AM) The Red Danube (1949/1h 59m/Drama/George Sidney)
(11:45AM) Conquest (1937/1h 52m/Romance/Clarence Brown)
(1:45PM) National Velvet (1944/2h 5m/Drama/Clarence Brown)
(4:00PM) Invitation to the Dance (1956/1h 33m/Musical/Gene Kelly)
(5:45PM) The Sea of Grass (1947/2h 11m/Drama//Elia Kazan)
(10:00PM) Ninotchka (1939/1h 50m/Comedy/Ernst Lubitsch)
THU MAY 30
(12:00AM) Camille (1937/1h 48m/Romance/George Cukor)
(2:00AM) Suzy (1936/1h 39m/Drama/Geo. Fitzmaurice)
(3:45AM) Marius (1931/2h 5m/Comedy/Alexandre Korda)
(6:00AM) British Agent (1934/1h 21m/Suspense/Michael Curtiz)
(7:30AM) Crossroads (1942/1h 24m/Suspense/Jack Conway)
(9:00AM) Mission to Moscow (1943/2h 3m/Drama/Michael Curtiz)
(11:15AM) Princess O'Rourke (1943/1h 34m/Comedy/Norman Krasna)
(1:00PM) A Majority of One (1961/2h 33m/Comedy/Mervyn Le Roy)
(3:30PM) The Notorious Landlady (1962/2h 3m/Comedy/Richard Quine)
(5:45PM) The Ugly American (1963/2h 0h/Drama/George Englund)
(8:00PM) The Front Page (1974/1h 45m/Comedy/Billy Wilder)
(10:00PM) The Front Page (1931/1h 41m/Comedy/Lewis Milestone)
FRI MAY 31
(12:00AM) His Girl Friday (1940/1h 32m/Comedy/Howard Hawks)
(2:00AM) Switching Channels (1988/1h 45m/Comedy/Ted Kotcheff)
(4:00AM) Hooper (1978/1h 39m/Comedy/Hal Needham)
(6:00AM) Wild Rovers (1971/1h 50m/Western/Blake Edwards)
(8:30AM) The Great Bank Hoax (1977/1h 33m/Comedy/Joseph Jacoby)
(10:15AM) Larceny, Inc. (1942/1h 35m/Comedy/Lloyd Bacon)
(1:30PM) Going in Style (1979/1h 37m/Comedy/Martin Brest)
(3:30PM) The Getaway (1972/2h 2m/Crime/Sam Peckinpah)
(5:45PM) Dog Day Afternoon (1975/2h 10m/Crime/Sidney Lumet)
(8:00PM) The Public Enemy (1931/1h 14m/Crime/William A. Wellman)
(9:30PM) Brian's Song (1971/1h 30m/Drama/Buzz Kulik)
(11:00PM) The Bingo Long Traveling All-Stars and Motor Kings (1976/1h 50m/Comedy/John Badham)