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(EL BLANCO SNARLS)

Howdy.

WOMAN: Hey.
MAN: Hey.

Just need you to sign
these release forms

and we'll be off on
a Graboid adventure.

There's no adventure in
the debasing of Graboids.

You a little grumpy
this morning?

Hey, what's that about?

You're not the Stein family, are you?

(EL BLANCO ROARING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Howdy, folks.
WOMAN: Hello.

MAN: Hi.
Morning.

It'll just be a minute to get
these nice people off my jeep.

RAY: We're not
going anywhere.

Uh, maybe
a few minutes.

I don't think so. Shame on
you. Shame on all of you.

This isn't some trained dolphin
raised for your amusement.

(GIRL CRYING)

Wait! Wait!

Oh, nice work. You just
ran my customers off.

He'll be scarce. For a
little while, at least.

Thank you.

Those are called wrist-seismos,
the operative word being...

Wrist. Yeah. It was a
little uncomfortable, so...

You let your guard down.
Not a good idea around here.

Burt Gummer, right?

I've been told that you have a
particular dislike of that Graboid.

Nothing personal. I just like
staying at the top of the food chain.

Me too.

I was just burying some instruments
to monitor his movements.

I've been researching
the effects

of human encroachment on Graboid
habitats for the last few years.

I'm familiar
with your work.

But the fact is, we're not
encroaching, we're coexisting.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(HORNS HONKING)

What the hell?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Hey, Burt.

(O VER RADIO)
Tyler here. Come in.

Burt here.
What's up? Over.

We got a
situation here, Burt.

Better come back
into town, quick.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

What the hell
is going on?

We're being invaded.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

NEWDO has arrived in Perfection
to protest the human incursion

into this endangered
animal's habitat.

We will stay here

until the last human resident of
Perfection Valley has left for good.

CROWD: Yeah.

The cavalry
has arrived.

Chad Ranston.

(CROWD CHEERING)

I would
like to introduce

an authority on human
and animal interaction,

Dr. Ellie Bergen, who
went to great lengths

to bring this compelling
evidence to our organization.

I saved her life.

After months of observing El
Blanco in his natural habitat,

as well as several
years researching

the normal living
conditions of wild Graboids,

I have come to
the conclusion

that not only is
El Blanco suffering

from diminished
life expectancy,

but he is in fact showing increased
signs of stress and disorientation.

Okay, everyone has an
assignment. Let's get moving.

I wanna be set
up by nightfall.

Hey, if I'm allowed
to ask one question...

Yes?

Where do you get off with
this baloney about El Blanco?

Mr. Gummer, I can assure you that
my research is quite well documented.

You can't hide the truth any
longer, El Burto. Murderer.

TYLER: Come on.
Step back.

It's all right. It's
all right. NANCY: Mindy?

What are you
doing here?

Mindy.

Hey, Burt. Uh, this is
where I'm from, isn't it?

Well, I'm just
a little surprised.

I didn't know you
were coming home.

Mom, I want you to meet
someone. You remember Chad?

Mmm?

I thought that was you.

Nancy.

BURT: You know
this guy?

I knew his father,

Scarecrow Ranston,
a long time ago.

Father's named
Scarecrow?

So, Mindy, you wanna tell
me what the hell's going on?

Yeah, I'm all ears.

We're taking a stand of
solidarity with El Blanco.

"We"?

Chad, me,
the organization.

The organization?
The organization.

Nevada Environmental and
Wildlife Defense Organization.

NEWDO.
MINDY: That's us.

So, Mindy, where exactly
did you run into Chad?

Chad taught my Poli-Sci
seminar last semester.

Contemporary Trends
in Radical Politics.

Mindy was my star.

Uh, and you
two are...

You got it.

You slept with
your professor?

Excuse me?

I was more like
an instructor.

And it isn't the point.

Oh, what is the point?

That you can't let El Blanco's
exploitation go on any longer.

We do not
exploit El Blanco.

You think that military
ordnance of yours is humane?

You think these
tourists each month

are beneficial to El
Blanco's environment?

You think that the government scientists

out in the valley
are Graboid-friendly?

Those scientists have
nothing to do with us.

It's bad enough that El Blanco has
to live in the vicinity of humans,

coupled with the abuse...

Mindy, you know
there's no abuse.

How would you like it
if each time you went

to the food counter
to get a sandwich,

someone tossed
a grenade at you?

If someone treated a dog the
way you treat El Blanco...

El Blanco is hardly
man's best friend.

Mindy, where the hell
is this coming from?

You never
thought like that.

I've evolved.

Into what?

Mindy was
confused at first.

She grew up assuming that
Graboids were to be destroyed

or, at best,
tolerated

to uphold your code
of frontier living.

She's realized the
hypocrisy of your ways.

BURT: Now, let me
tell you something.

I've lived with that
Graboid a long time,

and he is in
the pink of health.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Dr. Bergen's research.
This is not a joke.

El Blanco is dying.

And in light of these
findings, it would be criminal

if you continued to
live here with El Blanco.

We're staying
until you leave.

Not without
federal permission.

And I guarantee
you won't get that.

(CHUCKLES)

Burt Gummer relying on the
oppression of the federal government.

And they said
irony is dead.

Regardless, this is a
peaceful demonstration.

If you want to call in the
National Guard, be my guest.

You comfortable
in there?

I want to thank you
guys for giving me

a chance to do some long-overdue
maintenance on my jeep.

Ma'am, please.
Thank you.

Thanks.

CROWD: One worm,
one world.

One worm,
one world.

One worm,
one world.

You guys look thirsty. I have
soda, bottled water, iced tea.

Five bucks each.

Come on, Jodi. Supporting
their cause like that.

CROWD: One worm,
one world.

Thank you.

Anyone else? Drinks, five
dollars. It's very hot.

MINDY: Just put your stuff
over there. I'll be right back.

You are throwing
your life away.

(WHISPERING) You're always
saying, "Get out. See the world.

"Do something important."

And you took that to
mean drop out of school,

come back home
and mess with our lives?

God, you are
such a hypocrite.

Chad runs the most effective animal
rights organization in Nevada.

I'm like
his number two.

I think that's more
important than my GPA

or whether my softball
team makes the NC 2A.

You grew up
in this town.

It's not my fault you decided
spinning pots in the middle of nowhere

was the only way
to live honestly.

This is not about me.
No.

It's about
saving El Blanco.

I mean, you taught me
that all life is precious.

Or is that only
when it suits you?

(SIGHS)

BURT: Those dirty SOBs.

(CRUSHES TOMATO)

(GRUNTS)

(RAY LAUGHING)

How are we supposed to
run a protest out here

if we can't get
any cell service?

NANCY: What
is all this?

My communications center. I was
hoping I could set it up in here.

Sorry. This is
my communications center.

Yours will have
to go elsewhere.

Okay. Fine.

Uh, set it up
in the truck for now.

I'll be out
in a sec.

Is that any way
to treat a guest?

You're my guest because my
daughter thinks you're a swell guy.

That doesn't give you the right to
make my home into your headquarters.

(EXHALING)

Whoa, wow,
you've changed, Nancy.

You used to believe
in the struggle.

And what struggle
would that be, Chad?

The paying-the-bills
struggle,

or the keeping-my-daughter-
in-college struggle?

There are more
important things.

Like what? Running for
Congress on the green ticket?

I'm about
the issues, Nancy.

Is that so?

Well, I read all about
you on the Internet, Chad.

And you are about any cause
that gets you the most press.

Indigenous birds
in Lake Tahoe.

That was good for
a few headlines.

Argenta Marsh deer.

Well, that put your face
right on the front page.

State wildlife
anti-cruelty legislation.

That got you on TV!

(CLAPPING HANDS)

Scarecrow would
be so proud.

You're wrong.

I believe in this cause.

And getting publicity
is what it's all about.

Go ahead and chase whatever
cause fits your r�sum�,

but don't screw around
with my daughter's life.

She's old enough to
make her own choices.

It's you that
I'm worried about.

The Nancy I remember would've been
out there on the front lines with me.

What happened?

Did you get scared? Or
are you just complacent?

Ray is looking for you. Something
about blocking the highway.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry,
I'll talk him down.

(SIGHS)

What did you
say to him?

Nothing.

Yeah, right.

Mindy.

You know I love you.

If this is gonna
be one of those

for-your-own-good
speeches, stop now.

This is about something
more than my own good.

I am begging you.
Please read this.

Dr. Bergen's research
proves we're right.

(SIGHS)

MAN: Save the worm.

ALL: Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Way to go, Chad!
Whoo!

So what do you think
of our little circus?

(BOTH LAUGH)

It's amazing.

You know, I'm just
happy that I get to help

somebody who's willing to
put his beliefs on the line.

It's rare that someone
in my line of work

gets the chance
to effect change.

Excuse me.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Phase Two's underway.

Okay, good work. Now I need
you to keep a low profile.

Sure. Okay, don't take any risks.

(CAR HONKING)

ROSALITA: Get
out of my way.

(EXHALES)

Damn. Who let
the freakshow in?

TYLER: Twitch. Twitch.

What do you want?

I want you to do something
about these idiots.

How am I supposed to
run a tour like that?

TWITCHELL: Give 'em
a group rate, man.

You know, what about
me? What about me, huh?

Some of these pendejos
got on my property

and let my cattle
out of their pen.

It took Harlow all
morning to round them up.

Look. I got everything under control.

You do?
TWITCHELL: Yeah.

I do. Okay?

My department sent out a team
of scientists to verify this

Dr. Bergen's research, see if
there's anything to it. All right?

And that's gonna
help us how?

Hey, it's not all
about you, okay?

My supervisor's
all over me.

Letting you people
live out here

was the worst career
move I've ever made, okay?

Bad PR, and it's my ass.
So back off.

Let me square
this deal.

Whatever.

Yeah, my words exactly.

STAN ON RADIO:
Twitchell, come in.

Yeah, Stan, Twitchell.
What do you want?

El Blanco's
completely whacked out.

You better come
and take a look, ASAP.

Hey, Pearl Jam,
off the car, will you?

They're so proud of
the First Amendment

that they forget
the other 26.

That's my private property,
for God's sake.

I tell you, if I weren't a
patient, peace-Ioving man...

Burt, maybe you wanna
look at the report too.

You want a
second opinion?

Well, at first glance, the
evidence seems pretty conclusive.

Yeah, that's what
I thought, too.

According to this, El
Blanco's in dire straits.

He might not even make it
through the month.

Don't tell me you're buying into this.

NANCY: It's all
in the data, Burt.

If you wanna live in
denial, that's fine, but,

I'm starting to think that
maybe we shouldn't be here.

You're that easily
manipulated?

Look, if El Blanco is
dying because of the fact...

A handful of humans,
a tiny research lab.

If that's enough
to kill a Graboid,

they'd have gone the way
of the dinosaurs long ago.

NANCY:
We don't know that.

Most Graboids don't live
more than a few months.

El Blanco is the only one we know of

that has lived past his
expected metamorphosis.

If Dr. Bergen
is right...

She's not.

I said "if."

And I'm saying we're probably just
dealing with some young twit zoologist

who needs to justify
her grant money.

Well, I'm
open-minded.

And I couldn't
live with knowing

that I had killed off
any creature.

Am I the only one
cognizant of the fact

that these people
mean us harm?

These people are standing
up for what they believe in,

which by the way, Burt, is
what we used to believe in.

Keeping El Blanco alive.

Unless of course it was
just for selfish reasons

so that we could go on
living here

without ever having
to face the real world.

(O VER RADIO) Hey, Gummer,
Twitchell here. You out there?

What is it?

TWITCHELL:
Take a look.

(EL BLANCO ROARING)

CASEY: He's gone
completely mad.

I'm thinking this is bad.
Gonna tell me I'm wrong?

(EXHALES) Never make
it easy, do you, Gummer?

How'd you find me?

I stuck a small
tracking device

on your bumper
about six months ago.

(CHUCKLES) Just kidding.
Saw you parked out front.

Jesus.

What is this,
CSI: Perfection?

Trying to figure out if
El Blanco's really sick.

We just saw him,
didn't we?

What's so interesting
about EB's half-eaten lunch?

Not half-eaten.
Regurgitated.

Look, Gummer,
El Blanco's gone bad.

Yeah, but what's it mean?

Means you and your friends have to
start looking for real estate in Bixby.

(TWITCHELL CHUCKLING)

Seriously, I mean, it was bound
to happen at some point, right?

Nobody's
meant to live

in a place like this
with a thing like that.

We are.

Don't you worry,
Gummer.

A plan's in the works
at the highest levels.

DOI's got a strategy.

I'm familiar with it.

It's called guessing which
way the political wind blows.

You just keep up
your investigation.

I'll take care of our
little activist friend.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Reporting live from Perfection,
Nevada, I'm Kelly Lewis.

It's a day packed
with emotion, here.

People, as you can
see, passing out flyers.

Behind me,
people holding posters.

You can see the
conviction in their eyes.

Let's talk with one
of the protesters now.

Why'd you let them
in your house?

Because they
have a point.

Yeah, their point is
they want us all out.

You didn't see it.

You didn't see what
El Blanco was doing.

Well, maybe he's upset
because of all these strangers.

I can't just sit on the
sidelines, Rosalita. I'm sorry.

Where is he?

Burt's not here.

Not Gummer.

This new thorn
in my ass.

Chad.

He's staying
at Nancy's.

(PROTESTORS CHANTING)

(MUMBLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(TWITCHELL EXCLAIMS)

Hey, Mr. Ranston.
How you doing?

I'm Deputy Twitchell, Department
of Interior. Nice to meet you.

I know who you are.
What do you want?

Well, I come in peace.

(CHUCKLES) I'm here
to let you know

that we're here
and we're on the case.

My team is out in the valley,
observing El Blanco as we speak.

Now we know something's not quite
right and we're gonna correct it.

Now what I need you to do, Mr.
Ranston, is call off the dogs.

Dogs?

Press. I said dogs...

Mind if I have
one of these?

Sure. Yeah.

You see, my people, we don't
take kindly to any sort of bad PR.

You know what I'm
saying? I think you do.

So what I'm thinking here
is if you help me out,

I'll help you out
on the other side.

Okay? Kind of
a quid quo...

(CHUCKLES)

Quid pro quo.

TWITCHELL:
Exactly. Right.

Take care of this on
the QT, on the lowdown.

Understand what
I'm saying?

Oh, I understand
what you're saying.

I understand perfectly. The
TV cameras go away, so do you,

and El Blanco
continues to suffer.

That's not quite...

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, and Twitchell.
Breath mints, please.

(SNIFFS)

Tell them if they have any
questions about this information,

they can speak
to me or Chad.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Listen, kid,
we've got a problem.

Your mother's
a good woman.

She's treated me better
than anyone I've ever met.

My relationship with my mother
is none of your business.

She's done nothing
but take care of you.

But this is her home,
your home.

And you're throwing it all
away because of some man.

Some man? I'm not here because of Chad.

We're both here
because of El Blanco.

He's really sick if
you haven't noticed.

What I have noticed is that you've
turned Perfection into a zoo.

First Burt's place gets trashed,
then my ranch. What's next?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, maybe then you should
open your eyes a little wider.

Burt, come in.

Burt here, Rosalita.
What's up? Over.

El Blanco's making some
kind of hideous noise.

Here, listen.

(EL BLANCO HOWLING)

Sounds like he's
gut shot. Over.

Whatever it is,
it's freaking me out.

Thanks for the update.

Burt, out.

What was that?

El Blanco's
howling now,

like nothing I've
ever heard before.

(EXHALES)

Sounds like Dr. Bergen might not
have been that far off the mark.

That's why I'm here. I need
you to take a look at something.

Here.

Ray, did you have
anything to do

with Burt's place getting
trashed last night?

Nope.
You sure?

Yup.

What's that?

Just something Dr. Bergen
requested from town.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Must be getting
pretty ripe in there,

blazing hot day
like this.

We love the sun.

We're pumped.

Don't you guys want a shower
or a bed? Or a toilet, at least?

Everything we need
is right here.

Everything?

We got a bucket.

Did not need
to hear that.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Leaving so soon?

ELLIE: No,
not leaving.

Going to check
some equipment.

Let me ask you a question before you go.

Was ruining our lives
part of your plan

the entire time you've been
working out here in the valley,

or was it only after
Burt saved your life?

Hey, I'm sorry that this is hard
on you, but El Blanco needs help.

Oh, he's a friend of yours? El Blanco?

Yeah.
I just care.

Well, if you really care,
you need to open your eyes.

The way we live out here
may seem weird to you,

but we protect
that big dumb worm,

risk our lives
to keep him safe.

And sometimes it's like
he does the same for us.

The last thing we're
doing is hurting him.

I know it's easy for you to
believe that, but I'm a scientist.

My only interest
is in the truth.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Fraternizing
with the enemy.

No, I'm not the one
selling them imported beer

at wildly
inflated prices.

Hey, I'm just
being practical.

Raising money for
our defense fund.

You know, if they try to force us out.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Which sounds better, noble
beast or noble Graboid?

Noble Graboid.

(TYPING)

Oh, Fox News is
gonna eat this up.

Good.

Good? That's fantastic.

This is better
than I ever imagined.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Someone's been
destroying property.

I think it's Ray.

What? No. No way.

I just don't trust those
Animal Liberation people.

You kidding? Ray got tossed
out of Animal Liberation.

Too dedicated. But he's a
true believer. A good guy.

Let's just get this straight, for me.

You didn't tell Ray
to do anything, right?

Are you kidding? You and
I agreed at the beginning.

Passive resistance.
Nothing extreme. Hmm?

Hmm?

Okay.

(CONTINUES TYPING)

I don't understand
why you have to be

so suspicious of everyone in the valley.

I'm not suspicious,
I'm prudent.

Dr. Bergen's working
in good faith.

You know, not all scientists
are out to get you.

That's interesting.
What?

Well, it's just that I got
a double positive on this.

That usually means...

(EXPLOSIONS)

What the hell?

CASEY: Oh, no!
My equipment!

(CASEY EXCLAIMS)

BURT: Hold on. No, don't
get too close. Wait a minute.

CASEY: Damn it.
BURT: Oh.

CASEY: There he is.

Get him, Burt.

BURT: Hey!

Hey!

Hold up.

(WRIST-SEISMO BUZZING)

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

I'm coming!
Hold on. Hold on.

I got you. I got you. Hang in there.

He went down in a cloud of purple dust.

He had to be
packed with it.

Imagine it's a
crystalline sulfate,

or maybe potassium permanganate.

Homemade explosives?

At least one of
the ingredients.

(BOTH PANTING)

I'll take a look at it.

Seems to be your fulltime
job at the moment.

PROTESTOR: All right. And
you, what can I help you with?

Hey, give me a couple
of shirts over here, man.

If you're a believer,
put it on your chest!

Graboids have rights, too.

Fifteen bucks a piece, you guys.
All proceeds go to the cause.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Ray Maguire was
a friend of mine.

His death is a tragedy.

A tragedy that
the simpleminded

will blame on
the true victim.

The Graboid.

Ray died in an act
of civil disobedience,

boldly trying to
protect El Blanco

from the dangers brought on by
our government's own scientists.

What exactly do you
mean by that, sir?

BURT: What he means is
his late lamented friend

was another radical
monkey wrencher,

destroying
private property,

and endangering
peoples' lives.

Smooth talkers
like Chad

always need someone
to do their dirty work.

In this case,
homemade explosives.

Ray died with his
pockets full of the stuff.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

CHAD: This from
Burt Gummer.

Burt Gummer,
the man who delights

in tossing grenades at El
Blanco every chance he gets.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CROWD WHOOPING)

NANCY: Mindy.

I can't talk. I have to
deal with some reporters.

Mindy, hold on a
second, will you?

What? What?

I want to know
what happened.

Me too.

'Cause if they tried to
pressure you into anything...

Mom, I swear, I had no
idea what Ray was up to.

Okay. What about Chad?

I don't know.

Mindy.

I don't, Mom.

I'm gonna find out.

Hey.

Want some help?

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

I got to go.
Okay, yeah.

Scrambled eggs,
toast, $12.95.

Sounds right to me.

Oh, wait a minute, you had
butter with that toast. Right?

Mmm-hmm.

$14.95.

Just so you understand, while
I appreciate the business,

it should in no way indicate that
I am sympathetic to your cause,

because, quite frankly, I think we're
all pretty respectful of El Blanco.

And what are we supposed to
do, I mean as a human species?

Every time there's another
species, we move out?

Where do we go, Mars?

To Mars.
Annoy the Martians.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Ah, jeez.
Hey, nature boys!

Get your asses
off that tower!

MAN: Hey, bite me.

Tree-hugging SOBs.

What?

What do you
mean, what?

When are you gonna get
these people out of my town?

Hey, manhandler is not
part of the job description.

I'm just waiting
for the marshals.

You do that.

I'm gonna go see
how El Blanco's doing.

Please?

CHAD: Excuse me, boys.

Passive resistance, huh?

Tell me you didn't send
Ray to do your dirty work.

Mindy, this is
guerrilla warfare.

When did it become
warfare at all?

Keep your mind
in the game.

I'm just trying to figure
out what game we're playing.

(SIGHS)

Trying to help
an endangered species?

And if a guy like
Ray can put a little

extra pressure on our
enemies, where's the harm?

In destroying
my hometown?

Look at the exposure.
We're huge.

What about Ray?

Ray would've loved it.

You lied to me, Chad.

I thought we
were partners.

We are.

You have a funny
way of showing it.

(SIGHS)

I have a little more experience
in this than you do, Mindy.

So either get with the
program, or get out of my way.

(ROARING)

What the hell's
gotten into you?

Burt, Tyler here.
You read me?

Affirmative, Tyler. Give
me some good news. Over.

Uh, sorry, Burt.

I've been tracking
El Blanco.

Suddenly, for some reason
I've lost his signal.

He must've gone deep. Burt, you there?

Yeah, still here.
And I got my suspicions.

Burt out.

Roger that.

What'd you
learn, Casey?

It's not quite what
you thought it was.

But I couldn't figure
it out until I realized

that it matched exactly
one of the elements

in those El Blanco saliva
samples that you gave me.

It's the same exact
chemical structure.

So not likely it was
used as an explosive.

No, not as an explosive.
It's a deadly toxic chemical.

Potassium
permanganate.

It's poison?

(WRIST-SEISMOS BUZZING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(GROWLING)

CHAD: Happy now?

No, but something
tells me you are.

(SNARLS)

BURT: Should've let
El Blanco get him.

Sorry, reflexes.

Tell us, Chad, since you care
so deeply about El Blanco,

exactly what kind of
poison you've been using.

What?

Your partner in crime, Ray, had
his pockets full of the stuff.

Doc Matthews, here, just found
traces of it in the Graboid's vomit.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

But you're good, Gummer.
Really, you are.

You hear this?

This is the standard defense
you'd expect from a scoundrel.

Try anything to discredit
those who oppose you.

Sorry, but I've run the tests
twice, and science doesn't lie.

Out of my way. All of
you! Get out of here.

Come on, guys,
hurry up.

Where is he?

Him! That's the one. The one
with the funny mustache. Get him.

What?

TWITCHELL: You're under arrest for
endangering federally protected wildlife.

Are you kidding me? What
did you do, pay this guy off?

I am here because I
care about that creature.

You actually think I
would try to poison him?

I don't know anything
about poison.

Oh, you don't? You know
something about trespassing

and vandalism, and
making homemade bombs?

And some other stuff
I'm gonna come up with.

What are you talking
about? This is lunacy.

Mindy. Mindy. Mindy,
tell them they're wrong.

The poison Ray was
carrying wasn't for Chad.

It was for Ellie.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Really?

He told me he went to pick
it up for you in Bixby.

I mean, I'm sure they keep
records of that kind of stuff.

Shall we make a call?

We had to
prove our point.

We had to make everyone
see without any doubt

that this cause
was justified.

I knew my research had
to stand on its own,

especially in a
scientific journal.

So, I had to make damn
sure it was accurate.

So instead of doctoring your
report, you doctored El Blanco?

I never intended for
him to get this sick.

That's not my fault. I was
very careful about regulating

the amounts of chemicals
I got him to ingest.

Just enough to make it obvious to
even the most close-minded of you

that you were harming
him by invading his world.

So when Ray got swallowed, El Blanco
got more than you bargained for.

Yes. He had a mega
dose of the stuff.

If you're so
good with poison,

you damn well better be good with
finding an antidote, and fast.

The ingredients
are common enough.

If you know the right combinations,
it should do the trick.

I've already sent someone
to Bixby for what I'll need.

TWITCHELL: Yeah,
good luck, sister.

Got that highway
sealed off.

Here. Here.
Give me that.

Yeah, we got all this,
including a pound of rock salt.

I got bags of it in my bunker
for my water purification system.

Thanks to Ray, you'll
have no trouble getting in.

TYLER: All right,
I'm right on it, Burt.

Get the hell out
of my jeep now!

And get that bucket.

Jodi, we got some
shopping to do.

ELLIE: Cranberry juice.
Cranberry juice.

ROSALITA: Top shelf. Top shelf.

Okay. Four ought to do
it. Got it? I got it.

Okay. BURT: Do you need a syringe?

No, we need a bigger pot
or a bowl or something.

Got it. Vinegar. Vinegar.

It's on your right,
Burt. Right down.

So how do we get this
antidote into El Blanco?

We need a syringe?

We have to give
him a shot? Not me.

No, no, no, we need him
to swallow it like a pill.

We need a container
of some sort.

JODl: How about a
baggie? CASEY: Perfect.

Okay. Um, family or
small or medium size?

BURT: Family size.
Big family.

Heads up.

I got it.

Okay, pour it in
and we'll stir it up.

BURT: Whoa.

Oh, God.

Like most animals
in their death throes.

Here, you want
me to do it?

TYLER: No, forget
it, Burt. I'm faster.

All right, now don't get too close.

TYLER: It's only
got one shot.

BURT: All right.
Pitch it in.

(GROWLS)

Watch it.

(SNARLING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

Now go for it.

Well, come on.
He's dying.

Throw it already.

Forget this. This isn't
working. Let me try.

What the hell
are you gonna do?

Fast pitch softball. I
made varsity this year.

BURT: What?

(ROARING)

BURT: Atta girl!
TYLER: Yeah!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(ROARS)

TYLER: Whoa, okay,
watch your step there.

Well, what's the
seismo-meister say?

Just tracked El Blanco
up toward Cactus Flats.

Seems like
his old self.

That's good news.

MINDY: Think the others will tolerate
me if I come home for spring break?

Yeah. If you come
home alone.

Mom.

I'm an idiot.

Chad treated me like a fool and
I bought into the whole thing.

(SIGHS)

But you figured it out.

And you figured it out so much
faster than I did at your age.

I mean, I was
a super idiot.

I fell for a guy named
Scarecrow. Come on.

And when I met him, he was
leading a sit-in at Berkeley.

I mean, what a clich�.

(MINDY LAUGHING)

You know? He did look like Peter Fonda.

He was standing
on a stool

and he was talking through
a megaphone, and shouting...

TYLER: All right, ladies
and gentlemen, kids.

Now, El Blanco is a
subterranean killing machine.