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(MAN GRUNTING)

(SHRIEKING)

(LOUD BANGING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(SNARLING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(SHRIEKING)

(SCREAMING)

BURT: We've just about
been breaking even with
the school the way it is,

and now you wanna
spend more on marketing?

I don't know
about this whole idea.

(SIGHING) Burt,
for someone who knows
a lot about surviving,

you sure don't know
very much about
surviving economically.

I'm getting by.

You're getting thin,
is what you're getting.

Come on, Burt,
there's coyotes out there
eating better than you.

(SCOFFING) She made me
look like Rambo.

I would never
wear a bandana.

Yeah, well,
she's dangerous with
that computer of hers.

Come on, Burt.
You have to play to your
market's expectations.

Now, I've
run the numbers.

The couple of times
we had classes,
everybody's loved them.

We've made money.

Look I...
Burt, why are you
so unhappy?

I'm not good with people.

Burt, just be yourself.

But not as bossy.

TYLER: No, no, no,
be bossier. That will
make it really work.

And you won't
just get the
city slickers.

These bungee-jumping,
river-rafting types
will eat it up, Burt.

They're hungry for a live,
authentic experience. You.

(SIGHING) We lose
the bandana.

Hey.

Jodi, are you
ever gonna get a real
air conditioner in here?

You ever gonna
start dressing like you
actually live in the desert?

Gummer.
Mmm-hmm?

I, uh... I need
to talk to you.

What, you ran out of
people to annoy?

You know, I really
don't appreciate
your sarcasm, Gummer.

Why do you keep
coming back for more?

Those aren't free,
you know.

(SIGHS)

A new Graboid egg
has hatched.

Impossible.
We'd know the second
anything moved.

Oh, no, not here.

In Arizona.
Near some town
called Juniper.

Not entirely unexpected.

Scientists have felt
for some time we're in
a long-term hatching cycle.

Whatever.

The point is they already
started turning into
those Shrieker things.

Those folks now
have a real problem.

A huge problem.
Problem we want
you to solve.

BURT: We?

TWITCHELL: Yeah.
Same deal as last time.

We provide equipment.
Liability insurance.
You get paid.

Roughly, you know,
GS-7, prorated, of course,
for the time on the job,

and any weapons you specify.

When they're
snowboarding in hell.

Gummer!

BURT: Twitchell,
why does it always
have to be me?

Gummer, you can't
just walk away.

Damn it, Gummer,
you cannot just
walk away from this.

Well, what happened
to the FBI,
the National Guard?

Actually,
it comes under
Fish and Wildlife.

They already have
a man on site,

but my bosses know
you're the go-to guy.
So I have to deliver you.

News flash. Slavery
was abolished in 1863.

You know, Gummer,
you don't hold
all the cards here.

You could all suddenly
find yourselves
living down in Bixby.

Is that a threat?

You live in El Blanco's
protected habitat
because I let you.

You don't want me to
start looking around for
all the ways you may be

negatively affecting
that environment,
now do you?

Just try it, Twitchell.

Whoa, whoa.
Now, guys. Guys.

Let's all take
a deep breath here.

Butt out, Tyler.
Burt, chill.

Now, Twitch, let's say
once again we get your ass
out of this little sling.

And you're, what,
maybe letting in
a few more tourists,

not riding Burt
about putting in
new seismo gear?

Oh, oh, I see.
So it's sort of like

you scratch my back,
I scratch yours.

Okay.

Whose side
are you on, anyway?
Ours.

It's for all of us.

Unless you're dying
to move to suburbia

and spend your
golden years in one of
Melvin's ranchette homes.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
don't knock those.

They're very roomy,
and they have central
air conditioning.

Any gun I want?

TYLER : Whoa, whoa. This time Burt's
flying solo.

I'm not going.
That wasn't the idea.

Listen. I saw how you
handled Gummer, okay?

The guy's a frigging
bull in a china shop.
He needs a handler.

So you're gonna go with him
and make sure he doesn't,
you know,

piss off the locals
or blow up the place.

He'll never go for it, Twitch.
He doesn't have a choice.
And neither do you.

Hey, Twitch,
I got a business
to run. No deal.

(SIGHING) Okay.
I'll tell you what.

How about I recertify
that little moonlight
tour you want to do?

With permits for
eight customers
per tour.

Four.
Six.

Five.
Deal.

Knew he'd
talk you into it.

Excuse me,
I just made myself
a sweet deal.

Oh, I'm sure.
So long as
you're going,

I'm really overdue
for a sequel to my
Burt Gummer video,

so I'll cut you
for 10% after costs.
All right.

TYLER: Juniper, Arizona,
a town threatened...

You're not gonna do this
the whole time, are you?

I made a deal
with Jodi.

But you're being paid
by the government.

Stop wasting
their money,

i.e. tax dollars,
i.e. my money.

I.e.?
Yes, i.e.!

Where are we
meeting Twitchell?

Clover Park.
It should be about
a half mile straight ahead.

Park?

Yup. That's where
he said everybody'll be.

(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

This is ridiculous.
This is no place for
a meeting.

Depends on what
you wanna meet.

The first thing
is to connect to
our satellite uplink.

Scan for heat signatures
in the surrounding area.

Hi, guys.
Welcome to
Pioneer Days.

Most fun you can have
in Coconino County,
I can tell you.

We're busy.

Uh, we're
kind of on duty.

Oh, understood.
George Meadows.

Hey, listen,
I'm selling tickets to
the big softball game.

Three bucks each.
Us against the
Pigeon Rock Pirates.

It's kind of
a fundraiser.

Softball game? Are you people
remotely concerned about
the threat to this town?

Well, sure.
The animals. Yeah.

Yeah, everybody's
talking about it, and
we're keeping an eye out.

I see. So you have some idea
what's going on, but you'd
rather play softball?

You gotta excuse Burt.
He takes public safety
very seriously.

I'll tell you what. We'll take
a couple of those tickets.
In fact, give me a half dozen.

Here, keep the change.
Gee, thanks.

No problem, George.
Glad to help out.
Kick their butts.

(CHUCKLING) Okay.

What?
You done making friends?

Yeah, for now.

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

There. There.
Two groups of them, six each.
Not too bad if we move fast.

Burt. Tyler.
Welcome to Juniper.

Want you to meet
Officers Rinks
and Piper here.

They'll be providing
local support for you.
Uh-huh.

Mr. Gummer, I read about you
in The Enquirer. I mean, if
there's anything you need...

We're, uh...
We're fine.

Uh, I mean, not like
we got anything
that you would want.

I mean, just our
service nines and couple
of old twelve-gauge pumps.

Hey, thanks, but we
really gotta get moving.
Nice meeting you guys.

Well, I'll just, uh...
I'll just wait here.
I'll, uh...

(COUGHS) Gotta go
talk to the mayor.

All right,
we're getting close.
Ought to see them any minute.

Oh, I grabbed a couple
extra space blankets
so they can't see us.

Don't need them.

Excuse me?
Don't these things hunt
by seeing our body heat?

In this case,
we want them to see us.
We're the bait.

There.

MAN: Run, honey, run!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

WOMAN: They're
right behind us!

Help.
Conceal your body heat.

Get inside the house.
MAN: All right.

BURT: Got 15, 20 seconds.
Lock and load.

(SHRIEKERS GROWLING)
You take from the right,
I got the left.

Let them come at you.

(SHRIEKERS SHRIEKING)

(ROARING)

Bill McClane,
Fish and Wildlife Service.

Tyler Reed. Burt Gummer.
We were asked to come
down here and help out...

I know who you are,
and I don't need
your help.

TYLER: Well, that ain't
the way we hear it.

You've been here, what,
almost two days and there's
still Shriekers alive.

You do need help.

Well, even if I did,
it wouldn't be from a couple
of redneck survivalists.

Hey, hang on. Let's be clear.
He's the survivalist.
I'm the redneck.

We have direct orders.

You were assigned
by Twitchell to keep
his bosses off his back.

Now, listen.
This isn't your little
desert valley, friend.

You're in the real world
here, and that calls
for professionals,

not a couple of
grown men playing Army.

We're not playing
at anything, friend.

McCLANE: Neither am I.

I'm here because
I've hunted everything
from cougars to grizzlies.

And just so
there's no confusion,
those Shriekers are mine.

Knock yourself out.

And I advise
full auto fire.

Shield your body heat
as much as possible...

(CAR STARTING)

...or you can
learn the hard way.

We just get fired?

Suits me.
Guess we should
let Twitchell know.

We should check out
some of that barbecue.
Sure smelled good.

BURT: So you're talking
about an arsenal, right?

Guns? Yeah, all kinds.

He's got them in
a special gun room in his
house just north of here.

Biggest collection
in the county.

Oh, I'd love to
get a look at it.

Uh, can you
give me the address?

Burt, you're wasting
the government's money,

i.e. tax dollars,
i.e. my money?

It's just the old
Wilson place up
Finson Road. 2302.

Excuse me.
Hey, how are you?

You see, Burt?
It pays to make friends.

Oh, check it out.

72 Chevelle Malibu 396,
thing of beauty.

But you've only got
three men out there.

My understanding is
these things are quite
dangerous and we...

Take my word
for it, Mayor.

The team leader I brought
in single-handedly wiped out

300 of these Shriekers
down in Argentina, okay?

Not to worry.

(CHUCKLES) Excuse me.

What's going on?
I mean, you guys
can't be done already.

We got fired.
What?

Your Fish and Wildlife guy,
McClane, seems to think
he's in charge. Fine by me.

Man, that's a crock!

He knows
my division has authority.
Where the hell is he?

McCLANE: Right here.

Damn it, McClane,
we already hashed this out.

You can go back
to your desk, Twitchell.

Job's done.
I took care of them.

Really?
Mmm.

You got the
whole other group?

Well, five of them.

Five? There were six.

I said I took care of them.
Killed five, took one alive.
To study in captivity.

Alive. That is not
a good idea.

You know,
I have a little experience
handling dangerous animals.

It's safely locked up.

BURT: What is wrong
with you people? You keep
making the same mistakes.

You realize how powerful
these things are?

They can rip through
sheet metal.

Relax. I already called
Phoenix to send down
secure transport.

Till then, it's under guard.

Where?
McCLANE: In that white
building east of town.

It says
Kickers or Kookers
or something on it.

Oh, you mean
Klinkers.

Klinkers Feed
and Grain.

Feed and Grain.
You arrogant SOB.

Well, it went inside,
I slammed the door.
I didn't look inside.

They're
hermaphroditic.

If you give them food,
they multiply immediately,
exponentially.

Yeah, I get it,
damn it.

Those your men, Twitchell?
Uh, yeah.

Everything okay?

(LAUGHING)
Oh, yeah. Yeah.

They're just, uh,
double-checking
on something, you know.

Very thorough.

Pros.

Holy... How many
do you think there are?

BURT: Depends on
how much food they got.

Guess they don't act
like cougars and grizzlies,
do they, friend?

Where are they?
I left them here
to stand guard.

Piper? Rinks?
Where are you?

Oh, my God.

(McCLANE VOMITING)

BURT: That's
no way to die.

They ripped up
the damn engine.

They go for
anything warm.

(BEEPING)
BURT: They're headed for town.

If we take this road here,
we can cut them off.

Yeah.
All right. Okay.

We take them out.
We waste them.

Yeah, yeah,
they're shaking
in their boots.

Sir, excuse me.
Excuse me, sir,

this is a
restricted area.
City property.

There's an unknown number of
Shriekers coming up the ravine
right behind that building.

Get inside and
hide your body heat.

Hide my...
Who the hell are you?

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

They're still
in one group.

Should be coming
this way.

Same drill.
Make yourself
a target.

When they charge,
do them.

(SHRIEKERS SHRIEKING)

(SHRIEKERS GROWLING)

(SHRIEKING)

Got one.

(GROWLING)

It's like a video game
you can't turn off.

(GUN FIRING)

Burt, little freak tried to
come up from behind.

What happened
to frontal assault?

They get smart fast.
They're spreading out.

McClane, be advised.
Shriekers are
changing tactics.

Yeah, I noticed.
Little turkey legs
are running scared.

Negative. They're circling.
I think they're trying
a flanking maneuver.

Better fall back.

Let them come.
Left, right and center.

I'll Swiss cheese
the little mothers...

(ROARING)

(GUN FIRING)

(McCLANE SCREAMING)

Poor son of a bitch
didn't deserve this.

Okay, I'm not
enjoying this anymore.

They change
their tactics,
we change ours.

I'll get above
and you head back
towards the truck.

We'll catch them
in a crossfire.

I like the sound
of that.

(SHRIEKING)

Oh, no.

Burt, little problem here.
My gun's jammed.

Pull the bolt handle.

Did that. I can
see the bullet
stuck in there.

Damn, must've torn a rim.

I assume that means
I'm screwed?

Coming as fast as I can.

(SHRIEKERS SHRIEKING)

(SHRIEKING)

I'm right here.
Keep coming.
Keep coming.

(BANGING)

Your weapon!

(SHRIEKING)

We got ourselves
a shriek-a-rama.

Good to go.

Let's rock and roll.
Wait, hang on.

BURT: Come on. Hurry up.

Come on.
Okay. Action.

(GUNS FIRING)

(WHOOPING)
Yes!

Slippery SOBs.
God, I hate
a smart animal.

Unless it's a dog.

I'm out of ammo.

I am, too,
except for the Eagle.

Damn! I told Twitchell
1,000 rounds wouldn't cut it.

You fellows
done now?

(SIGHING) We're done.

Where's that pipe go?
The one where
the dead Shrieker is.

Storm drain overflow.

Runs a couple of miles
out to Davis Creek.
You know, by the fairgrounds.

Pioneer Days?

Yeah. Whole town is there.

That's not good, is it?

BURT: We get to Pioneer Days,

we clear those
people out of there
as fast as we can.

What do we do
about the Shriekers?
Throw rocks at them?

What did
Miss Pioneer Days tell us?

Besides she's
got a boyfriend?

Wait, some guy's
got a gun collection.

Damn right,
and if we can
find it...

...It's a bad day
in Shriekerville.

Mmm-hmm.

Wait, Burt.
Stop, stop!

What? What? What?

Let's split up.

I'll take that 396,
go to the fairgrounds,
get those people out of there.

Maybe I can
stop up the other
end of that pipe.

Good. Good.
That's good.

Tyler.
Yeah.

Watch yourself.
You, too, Burt.

Hey.

Better take this.

You might need it.

I'm gonna get us
a room full of guns.
You might need it first.

Thanks, Burt.

Man, I'm really
sorry about this.

(SHRIEKERS SHRIEKING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

And the blue ribbon
goes to Melody Duggan
for her doll collection.

Come on up, Melody.

(CROWD CHEERING)

McClane, Rinks
and Piper? All of them?

You're supposed to
be handling this.

McClane screwed up,
okay?

Now focus here
and help me,

or it's gonna get
a whole lot worse.

Well, I better...
I'll tell the mayor.

He better make
an announcement.

Well, do that.
I'm gonna round up
some folks,

see if we can't
block up that pipe.
All right.

TYLER: Let's go, guys.
Let's go.

Somehow we gotta
wedge this thing in here
and tight. Keep it tight.

How about I back my
pickup against it?
Go for it.

And the government people are
telling us that those animals
we've been hearing about,

they may be
headed this way.

(ALL GASPING)

Now, I want you
all to stay calm.

Just walk to your car,
go on home.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(CROWD MURMURING)

And hide your body heat.

(CROWD MUTTERING)

Tyler, Burt here.
I found Finson Road.

Think I'm close.
Give me a sit rep. Over.

Burt, Tyler here.
Shriekers are
a no-show so far.

Trying to keep it that way.
Little more, keep coming.

BURT: Tyler, you manage
to seal that pipe outlet?

Step on it! Hurry it up!
Let's go! Come on!

(MEN SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING) Oh!

(MAN SCREAMING)

TYLER: Hold on! Hold on!

Tyler, damn...
Simple radio protocol.

(GUN FIRING)

Damn!

Tyler, get us
out of here!

That's the plan.

(SHRIEKERS GROWLING)

Shoot some footage.
Footage?

Here, shoot some footage.
Take the lens cap off.

They're following us!
That's the plan.

What do you mean,
"The plan"?

(STAMMERING)
Oh, God... Oh, my...

(SHRIEKING)

Go faster!
I don't wanna lose them.

What do you mean you...
You don't?

Hello! Hello,
anybody home?

Anybody home?
Hello?

TYLER: Burt. Burt, you there?

Got a little
change of plan.

Burt here. Where the hell
you been? You all right?

Sort of.
Decided to bring
the Shriekers to you.

What?

Long story. They're
kind of following us.
Where are you?

I'm at the Wilson place,
2302 Finson Road.

TYLER: Where the hell's that?
Just east of Treadwell.

Burt, I'm not
reading a map.
I need landmarks.

Got you.
Do you one better.

Tyler, look up.

The guy operates
on a whole other level.

I see it, Burt.
Be right there.

Gonna let go of it
right now.

(SHRIEKERS SHRIEKING)

They're coming!
They're coming!

Get the guns!
Where are the guns?

Almost there.

TWITCHELL:
What is this place,
frigging Fort Knox?

It's appropriate
to keep your
firearms secure.

Toss out some flares.
Heat ought to bring them
right to us.

Don't want them
wandering off.

Burt, what about
those guns?
BURT: Good to go.

(WHOOPING)
Yeah. All right!

All wrong.

Muskets.
Civil War era single-shot,
muzzle-loading caplocks.

1859 Springfield.
1862 Whitneyville.

You mean,
they're all the kind
where you have to...

Yeah.

(SIGHING)

Run for it.
They're gonna be
coming any second.

We can't leave here.
Those things multiply.

They'll spread all over town.
It'll be a slaughter.
Right, Burt?

Tyler, it's hopeless.
Shriekers demand firepower.

There's no other way.

Saw those squealers
chasing you.
Been listening in.

Sounds like you boys
are up against it.
Need a hand?

TYLER:
Nice to see you, George.

Hey, Burt.
All these guys,

I mean, couldn't we give
each of them one of those
old guns and... You know?

Three ranks. Volley fire.
We might have a chance.

Sorry, guys.
I'm out of here.

You got us
into this, Twitch.
You are staying.

Burt, you get this organized.
I'll bait the trap.

Come on. Let's get
some weapons.

We need caps,
ball, powder.

(SHRIEKING)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What? Oh, hey.

Hey, listen, uh,
can I call you back?

(STAMMERING)
I'm a little busy
right here. Okay? Yeah.

Uh... No, no, not exactly.
I mean, you know,

we haven't killed
every single
one of them. I mean...

We're in the process.

Right. Contained?
Yeah. Yeah.

We're pretty much contained.
I mean, you know.

We're just about, you know,
pretty much... You know,
completely contained. Yeah.

Uh... Except for a few
that we're in the process
of rounding up right now.

Hey, hey. Relax.
All right?

W. D. Twitchell
is on the case. All right?

(SHRIEKERS GROWLING)

Holy freaking moly.
I'll call you back.

Make sure you
seat the charge firmly.

Bend that
percussion cap a little
so it doesn't fall off.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
First powder, then ball.

The other way
nothing happens,
then you get eaten.

TYLER: A blunderbuss.
It's got your
name on it, Burt.

Form ranks.
Four men each.

First rank kneels,
second rank standing behind,

third rank standing
behind in reserve.

Good, men.

The Shriekers are coming!
The Shriekers are coming!

TYLER: Hey, yo,
Revere,
that's your piece.

What the hell
do I do with this?

Point it that way,
pull this little thingy.

Aim for center mass,
fire by rank, fall back,
reload as you go.

Tyler, Twitchell,
we fire last.

Try to give them
a little extra time.
Wait for my order.

First rank ready.
Let them come.

Don't fire until you
see the whites of their
heat-seeking organs.

(SHRIEKERS GROWLING)

Fire!

(GUNSHOTS)

Fire!

(GUNSHOTS)

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

(ALL CHEERING)
Yes!

(CROWD CHEERING)

No amount of words can
thank these brave men enough
for what they've done for us.

But let the heroes
speak for themselves.

(CROWD CHEERING)
Thank you, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

When I accepted this
mission, I knew that
it would be demanding,

dangerous,
and, indeed,
life or death.

That's why I did it.
For you people. Thank you.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Shriek Out. No.

All right. Okay.
What about
Shrieker Seeker?

Cold compresses
are good for that.

You know, it looks
really bad, Tyler.
Does it hurt?

No, I can handle it.

I just let my guard down
for a second and one of
them sumbitches got to me.

I got it!
I got it, Burt.

Shriek and Destroy.

Catchy.

Well, that's about
all the action...

Wait, wait. No.
It looks like
more action to me.

TYLER: Vision of
all things wonderful

is none other than
Miss Pioneer Days herself.

And we can certainly
see why she's won
this prestigious honor.

Hey, you little perv,
checking out my girlfriend's
goodies, aren't you?

TYLER: No way. Just...
Oh, take a deep breath here.

Yeah, right.

(GASPS)

(LAUGHING)

Well, I never said
the sumbitch that got to me
was a Shrieker.

(SCOFFS)