All language subtitles for The Swarm (1978)

Red Two to Topkick.

Stand by.

Red Two reporting, sir.

Slater here.
General, all personnel dead, sir.

No enemy force on site.

The only security breach a civilian van
on the base, but no driver to be found.

Any evidence this is a
preemptive CW strike?

No, sir.
Coming in.

Go on in.

Sergeant.

Who the hell are you?

Relax, Major. Please take your finger
off the trigger and I will explain.

That your van out by the gate?
Yeah.

How did you get
into the complex?

It's a complicated story. It starts
a year ago, but let's skip that.

Let me tell you about last
night and this morning.

Search him.

What's that?

Man your positions.
Sunflower seeds.

Get it analyzed.

Who is this?
The van driver, sir.

What the hell is he doing here?
Unidentified force. Range, 30 miles.

Closing from what direction?
Not closing. Outgoing.

Check him out...

...and tell him to put his hands down.
Yes, sir.

What have you got?
Estimated speed, 7 miles per hour.

Seven?
Whatever it is, it's big.

Slater to Air Search One.

Contact and identify outgoing
objects, bearing 183 degrees.

Distance, 30 miles. Estimated
speed, 7 miles per hour.

Repeat, that's 7 miles
per hour, not 700.

Air Search One to
Topkick, roger.

Air Search One to Topkick.
We have visual contact.

Identify.

A black mass. A
moving black mass!

Zero altitude, dead ahead.

They're hitting us!
Oh, my God!

We're out of control!

Oh, my God! Bees! Millions of bees!
Air Search Two to Base.

Bees! Millions of bees!
Bees?

They're all around me now! All
over the canopy, trying to get in!

Get above them, man! Take it up!
I can't, sir. I'm losing power!

Oh, my God!

He's down, sir.

Good Lord!

Call Hastings Air Force Base. Have
them scramble and track those bees.

Major! Bring him in here!

This is Capt. Cord at
the missile complex.

This is a top-priority order from Gen.
Slater.

Scramble aircraft and track a swarm
of bees 30 miles from the complex.

Yes, bees!

Now, what's his story?

Bradford Crane, sir.
That all?

Ph. D., Institute of Advanced
Study, Princeton, via Cambridge.

English?
American, for the last eight years.

Dr. Crane...

...you're in big trouble.

What are you doing in this complex?
I saw the swarms early this morning.

There were so many they
almost blotted out the sun.

I followed them, but when I
got here they were gone.

Then I saw the missile gates open and
I thought they'd flown down here.

I came to see if anybody was
alive, if I could help.

In his van?
Scientific equipment.

What kind? Sabotage, explosives?
Biological. We're checking it out.

Who are you?
I'm an entomologist.

Bugs?
Insects. What I do is not important.

What is important, critical...

...is that there are other swarms,
and what these bees did here...

...they can do all
over the Southwest...

...and ultimately all over the country.
Are you saying bees killed the men here?

Yes. Just like your choppers.
I don't know what happened to those yet.

I do know thousands of people
are stung by bees every year.

It's rare if anybody
dies from bee stings!

They have to be African, don't they?
African killer bees?

Yes.
I've read their progress reports.

If they ever manage to come this far
north, it's 10 years away at the earliest.

By whose timetable,
General, yours or theirs?

Either you're some crackpot...

...or there's a direct tie-up between
what's happened here and you!

We can clear that up,
and we'd better!

Kick on your com system and connect to Dr.
Connors in the White House.

Arthur Connors, the President's advisor?
That's him.

Are you trying to cite him as your
authority for being in this complex?

Dr. Connors hasn't the foggiest idea
whether I'm on or under this complex.

But I have to speak to him right now!
Lock him up!

Yes, sir.
General, thank God you got here, sir.

What?
This is Dr. Anderson.

She managed to get six men into the
hospital in time to isolate them.

Two are dead, the others are critical.
I need antitoxins.

I have cardiopep compound in my van.
Cardiopep?

I just read an article
about cardiopep...

...by some scientist
named Crane, I think.

Our preliminary results
are encouraging.

You're Crane?

Yes. Our tests indicate cardiopep
normalizes irregular heartbeat.

Now, wait a minute. We're not using
experimental substances on these men.

This is his area. It
seems to me if he feels-

I don't give a damn! You're the doctor!
Tell me what you need.

I'll have them here in 30 minutes.
That's the problem. I don't know.

None of the usual procedures help.
I need to talk to an immunologist.

Get the Center for Disease
Control on the horn.

The best immunologist in the country
is Walter Krim in Virginia.

You'll find his card in my wallet.
Call him.

Go ahead.
I know him very well.

I'd be pleased to talk to him.

All right. Go with him.

What happened here, Captain?
I'm sorry. You mean you don't know?

Not exactly.

We were attacked by bees.
Attacked?

I was in the hospital bunker
when I heard the alarm.

I turned on the video control
unit, saw what was happening.

Our men above ground were
literally covered with bees.

I used an air-conditioning duct to get to
Pod Three and lead the standby crew out.

The bees attacked us when we
reached the hospital bunker.

I managed to get six men inside.

It's damn hard to believe...

...that insects have accomplished what
nothing in the world could've done...

...except germ warfare
or a neutron bomb:

Neutralize an ICBM site.

Okay, let's go. Come on, Paul.

All right.
Isn't this beautiful?

Neat.

Here, Paul, take this.

Here you go, hon.
Thanks, babe.

Paul, look at that over there.

I think there's a waterfall
we can go to after.

Hand me the cups, please.
Sure.

Would you go to the car
and get the thermos?

Sure, Mom.

Go away.

It's just a bee. Leave him alone.
They're into everything.

I'll get them. Get out
of the way, honey.

I think that's enough, you'll
wreck the food. I'm hungry.

It's hot.

Hey, wait for Paul.
I can't. I'm starving.

Mom, Dad! Look!

Dad! Come on, get in the car.

Mom!

Dad!

Mom!

Mom!

Dad!

Gen. Thompson coming on-screen.

General, we've received
and decoded your report.

We're having credibility problems
with the nature of the attack.

Specifically, with your statement it
was not a chemical warfare strike.

We can find no
evidence of that, sir.

Your suggestion is the attack is
of natural origin. What is that?

I'm having the same problem accepting
that swarms of bees attacked-

Has that civilian been
cleared, General?

No, sir.

What is he doing in our complex?

When I arrived with my special defense
unit, he was already inside the complex.

He claims he walked in
through the open gate.

I am Dr. Brad Crane,
an entomologist.

I asked your man here to check my
credentials with Dr. Arthur Connors.

So far, nobody believes me. I
have been placed in custody.

Every minute now is precious.

We have been invaded by an enemy far
more lethal than any human force.

Dr. Crane, we're going to
check with the White House.

Dr. Connors had better
know you, for your sake.

'Afternoon, Felix.
'Afternoon, ma'am.

How are you feeling today?
Now that you're here, just fine.

Nicely said.

Everything's looking pretty,
Maureen, including you.

Thank you, Clarence. The
wire and the pliers, please.

Felix, think that rigging is
going to keep my banner up?

Just because you're mayor of Marysville
doesn't make you an engineer.

Don't be worrying about my rigging.
She'll stay up in a hurricane.

I was thinking how corny your banner reads.
Makes us look like hicks.

Nobody asked you to leave Houston
and retire here, you know.

Clarence, that's not nice.

We've been doing fine with our
flower festival for years...

...until this master mechanic genius
came to tell us how to run things.

Actually, the sign is sort of hicky.
That's what people expect.

The hammer, too. That's why
thousands flock here each year...

...to see the parade and our
beautiful flower floats.

That's right. We'll grant you,
Felix, this isn't Pasadena.

It isn't the Rose Bowl. It's a
pretty fair country-town imitation!

I'll tell you one thing
I do approve of.

This year's theme: Love.

Now that was Clarence's idea.
That's right.

Everybody's got to have one
good idea now and then...

...even Clarence.
Now look, Felix-

Mom, Dad.

This way! Quick!

They killed my mom and my dad!

Yes, sir.

We'll do the best we can,
sir, and thank you, sir.

Gen. Thompson coming on-screen.

Dr. Crane, your credentials
have been authenticated.

Nothing more?

While I confess to being
surprised at events...

...but the President has placed
you in direct command...

...of all operations relating
to this present emergency.

What are the limits
to my authority?

None.

Gen. Slater.
Yes, sir.

You will provide Dr. Crane
with full cooperation.

You will give him equipment, whatever
facilities and manpower he needs.

All this is to be made available
to him without question.

Without question, sir?
Affirmative.

Dr. Crane.
Yes.

The President's advisor, Dr.
Connors...

...told me he'll be calling
you within an hour...

...and I'd like to join with
him in wishing you good luck.

Thank you.

Major, when you checked the
non-lethal equipment in my van...

...did you come across
a beat-up briefcase?

Yes, sir.
Are you familiar with its contents?

Yes, sir. An inventory of the contents
is in the process of being typed.

Correction, sir.
Was being typed.

Thank you. I want the particular
file that I'd marked "Personnel"...

...to give to Gen. Slater.
Yes, sir.

While you're about it, could
I have my leather pouch?

The one with the sunflower seeds.
Sergeant...

...would you get the
items he requested?

The file contains the names, addresses
and numbers of everyone I want flown in.

Just tell them the war I've always
talked about has finally started.

That's all? They'll drop everything?
I'm counting on it.

Anything else?
Yes. In that same briefcase...

...there is a list of equipment. Get
the Pentagon's top procurement man...

...and get everything on that list
flown here not later than tomorrow.

Why here?

We're setting up headquarters here.
Time is the one thing we're short on.

Now, I want to talk to
the survivors, please.

Take Dr. Crane to Capt. Anderson.
Yes, sir. Come with me, please.

Brother.

Major...

...you were an investigative officer
in Intelligence previously, right?

That's correct, sir.

Okay, I'm assigning you to this Dr.
Crane...

...as his personal
military liaison.

Watch every move he makes.
Build me a dossier on him.

I can't believe he just happened
to be here at the moment...

...a swarm of bees
hit this complex...

...and that he'd already prepared
with such remarkable foresight...

...a list of personnel and
equipment to be flown in here.

It does seem strange, sir.

Stay with the son of a bitch.
Yes, sir.

This man is the most stable, but
his heart rate is still 120.

Take another blood sample just before Dr.
Krim gets here.

That would be three
hours at the outside.

Infirmary, Major Baker.

Hold on a minute.
Capt. Anderson?

Dr. Anderson.

Oh, my God!

I'm leaving right now.
What is it?

The bees are moving towards Marysville.
They killed all the Durants except Paul.

I must go to him.
I'll go with you. Major, you drive.

Paul Durant.

C-4.
Thank you.

There's a bee in here!
Please, help!

There's a bee in here!

Relax, Paul. Take it easy.
Get him away! Kill him!

Paul!
Doctor, would you let him go, please?

Do what he says, Tomas.
Back away.

Paul? Listen to me.

There is no bee in this room.
Yes, there is.

You are having a nightmare.
Only a nightmare.

Can you hear me, Paul?

The bee is not real.

Paul, I promise you it isn't.

Now, reach out and it will go away.
You'll see.

Now please, Paul, reach out.
Reach out, Paul.

Please trust me.

Reach out. Further. Go on.

There. You see, Paul?

No bee.
Everything I tried failed.

I was afraid I was
going to lose him.

I know how special he is
to you, so I called you.

Thank you.
How many times was he stung?

I removed two stingers.
That's one break.

He's not full of venom.
But he's delirious...

...muttering about this giant bee.
It was big! It was really big.

About half the
size of this room!

He's gone now. It was only in
your mind, and he won't be back.

I have to go.
Dr. Crane...

...thank you for helping me.

Contact the complex, please.
Two things:

Gen. Slater must assign helicopters
to start a search pattern...

...radiating from the site where
the Durants were attacked.

The helicopters must take no aggressive
action if they spot a swarm.

We're gathering information,
not counterattacking.

Clear?
Clear.

Second item: Have the complex call me
the moment Dr. Krim is about to land.

Here come your
choppers, as ordered.

Thank you, General.

No, thanks.

High in potassium, low in sodium.
Terrific.

Sergeant, start your patterns.

Start your dispersal pattern
in sectors A and B.

Report immediately any
sighting of swarms.

Roger.

Tell us what you're looking
for, we'll try to help.

I'm looking for bees.

Unfortunately, they washed down the
Durant car before we got to it.

Look.

Doesn't look like a bee to me.

Plastic.

It's a piece of a plastic cup.

There are pieces all around here.
Look. There, there.

What's so significant
about that?

I'm afraid to speculate...

...but I think the
bees did this.

You're saying these
bees eat plastic?

No. But I'm wondering.

Your American honey
bee has a weak mouth.

It couldn't even break
the skin of a grape.

But it looks like this species
is tearing up plastic cups...

...possibly to line their hives.

Now, if this is true, they
didn't just get here.

I mean, the invasion
didn't just now begin.

They have been here some time.

Breeding. Increasing.

So?

Suppose these bees...

...are using plastic to
insulate their hives.

No bee is that smart.

Suppose these African bees are.

Walter!

Got a message for you from Mrs.
Krim.

Carol is furious at me for
dragging you back to work.

She wonders if you think I'm the
only immunologist in the world.

That's what you've
always told me.

Ready to go to work, Dr. Krim?

Now I am, Dr. Crane.

This is Gen. Slater.
Just let me know what you need.

Thank you. We've
got to move fast.

I agree...

...and in my opinion, the fastest
move is a quick knockout.

Not necessarily, General.

It's only the final
result that counts.

Thank you, Brad.

The hallucinations seem
to be disappearing.

That's right.

None of the patients have had a
recurrence in the past few hours.

You're doing everything
you can for them.

Keep these IVs going.
Yes, sir.

Is there any other antitoxin
we could've used?

If he is right and the bees
that stung them were African...

...the answer's probably no.

Got nothing in our bag for them.
Not yet anyway.

Cardiopep might have eased
their palpitations...

...but it's no final antidote.

Call me if there's any
change in these men.

They don't look very good, do they?
I'm afraid not.

You still refuse to oil this?

I don't intend to be stuck
in this thing forever.

Have you finally met
some miracle healer?

I'm studying Tibetan levitation.

In a few hundred years, I expect
to be able to float around.

You still writing dirty books?
Not this year.

Raunchiest thing I ever read...

...that paper of yours on the
mating habits of Bombus medius.

Those queen bees
really are something.

Sergeant, this is Dr. Krim.

The two officers with Major Baker are Drs.
Richards and Moore.

Until they finish their work,
you don't admit anyone.

Have someone oil
these wheels later.

You okay, Brad?

Yeah.

Go on. I'll handle this part
and call you when I'm ready.

Walter...

...thanks for coming
over here so quickly.

Problem, Doctor?
About what?

I noticed that Dr. Crane
seemed uneasy in here.

Can't imagine why anyone would be
uneasy around all these dead men.

Can you, Major?

Is the man coming or isn't he?

Yes, sir, the general is coming,
but you have to wait outside.

What's this about
shutting off our water?

Are you in charge?
Yes, I'm Gen. Slater.

I'm Jud Hawkins.

I asked these tin soldiers
if I could see my son...

...and they tell me
it's impossible.

Who's your son? Why do
you think he's here?

Because he was stupid enough
to join your damn outfit.

His name is Mark.

Airman Mark Hawkins.
He's stationed here.

I want to see him.

I'm afraid that's not possible.
Not yet.

I'll tell you what makes it possible:
Me being the county engineer.

That makes it possible. Do
you understand me, General?

Out of the question!

I control all the damn
water in this county...

...and by God, I'll shut yours
off unless I get to see my son!

I'll shut this whole
base down in 10 minutes.

You won't even have enough water to
flush your toilets when I'm through.

I'm not sure you have the authority
to do that to a federal installation.

While you're checking with your superiors
to find out if I have the authority...

...I'll be turning those valves.

Now, you listen to me.

Word is, them same bees that
killed the Durant family...

...killed a whole lot of men
on this base this morning.

I want to see my son.

I want to find out if he's
alive, and I mean right now!

All right, Mr. Hawkins.
Open it up.

Come with me.

Anything?

The toxic content in their tissue
is the highest I've ever found.

It's more virulent than the venom of
the Australian brown box jellyfish.

If that baby taps you, you have
two minutes to say your prayers.

That's it, then?

Looks like your nightmare
has finally arrived.

The combined venom delivered by
three or more of these bees...

...may be a fatal dosage to
the average human being.

The victim would be
unconscious in a minute.

We've been losing the battle against
the insects for 15 years...

...but I never thought I'd see the
final face-off in my lifetime.

And I never dreamed that it
would turn out to be the bees.

They've always been our friends.
Until this species evolved.

Gen. Slater is outside with the
next of kin of one of the dead men.

He wants to come in here?
He said it was imperative.

All right.

Oh, God! No!

I'm afraid you can't take him, Mr.
Hawkins.

The only way you can stop
me is to shoot me...

...and I'd thank
you if you would.

Hubbard. Dr. Newman.

Thanks for coming.
Glad to help.

You should know I came
here reluctantly.

That's better than not
at all, now isn't it?

This way, gentlemen.

Would you excuse me a moment?

When the others arrive, give
them 30 minutes to unpack...

...then have them go
to the briefing room.

Very well.

Gentlemen.

Rude son of a bitch, isn't he?

Never even introduced us.

You'd think he was a general.

He's asked for the duty watch tapes.
Why?

He seems to know there's an automatic
taping system in the duty room.

He wants to audit the tape
just prior to the attack.

I've already played it back.
Nothing that'll help us.

But let him hear it.

Stay with him. Build up that dossier.
Yes, sir.

So, what about Rita?

She's been slinging hash long enough.
I'm gonna marry her.

Guys don't do that, just
because they're having a kid.

I love Rita. I'd marry her whether
we were gonna have a kid or not.

At the tone, mark 0430.

It says we're scheduled to
test the alarm system...

...right after the 0430 mark.

Stand by. Activating.

What alarm system is that?
A fallback...

...in case we lose the phone
lines or radio contact.

What's that?

Just the alarm.
No, listen.

Jerry, do you hear what I'm hearing?
Yeah.

Duty officer. Right away, sir.

...like a couple of
million chain saws!

That came from the corridor.
Cover me. I'll go look.

Jerry! Behind you!

My God!

Dr. Crane, they're ready for you now.
Okay.

Keep the tapes on the machine.
I want to hear them again.

How's Paul?
Recovering, thank you.

That's good.

Good morning, ladies, gentlemen.

Please forgive the haste and secrecy
with which you've been summoned here.

The fact is, we've been invaded by a
mutant species of the African killer bee.

Crane, if I may.

Yes, Dr. Hubbard?

I was sent by the President to help,
but I think you're dead wrong.

I was one of the first
people sent to Brazil...

...when the African killer bee
began proliferating there.

We prefer to call these mutants
the Brazilian bee, not African.

I'm well aware of that, Dr.
Hubbard.

I've been tracking their
progress north...

...and there is no
evidence whatsoever...

...that they've yet crossed Central
America, let alone arrived here.

Apparently, they came directly
across the Caribbean from Venezuela.

There were three hurricanes in
that ocean tract this season.

Any one of them could
have swept the bees in.

Much of this land is used
to cultivate flowers.

A perfect breeding ground.

With all appropriate respect
to the men who died here...

...there is no proof the bees
that killed them were Brazilian.

Or, if you insist, African.

What they're called isn't as
important as what they are.

And what they are clearly is a mutant
species of the original African killer bee.

Dr. Krim will explain.

The autopsies confirm
that the venom...

...is deadlier than anything
we've ever encountered.

It appears there's enough
poison in just four stings...

...to kill the average person.

I won't dispute my learned
colleague, but...

...it takes 26 tests to
identify the African bee.

How many tests have
you made so far?

Major.

You're looking at the final
test I made this morning...

...from the one dead
bee that we found.

Notice the 18-vein intersection
on the fore-wing...

...and the 17 separate
angles of the hamuli.

Only one bee has that
configuration...

...and that is the
African killer bee.

Major.

Dr. Hubbard...

...I would appreciate it if you would
head up our environmental team.

Dr. Newman will be in charge
of the genetic counterattack.

Dr. Krim will try to
develop a mass antidote...

...to save the lives
of future victims.

Because of the danger to nearby
Marysville, if the bees attack again...

...I've invited Mayor Tuttle and
School Superintendent Ms. Schuster...

...to attend this briefing.

Any comment?

Mayor Tuttle.

Thank you.

In view of what you've told us,
I'll set up a town council meeting.

I'll see that our air-raid
warning system is repaired.

It hasn't worked in some time.

If the bees come back, at least we
can warn people to take shelter.

A very practical approach.

Ms. Schuster.

The idea of those killer bees
coming back is petrifying.

I'll alert all my teachers to
be prepared for the worst.

I appreciate your thoughtfulness
in asking us to this briefing.

Thank you, Dr. Crane.
You're welcome, Ms. Schuster.

Any further comment?

What's our timetable?

Eight-hour shifts, around the
clock, seven days a week.

I meant, what's the
length of our program?

How long can we
expect to be here?

Until we have destroyed
the African bee...

...or it has destroyed us.

You guys ready?
Yeah!

Give me the binoculars and let's go.
Okay.

'Morning!
Hi, boys!

'Morning, Rita.

'Morning, Mr. Austin.

Instead of the usual,
I'll just have coffee.

All right.
I'll get it, Rita.

'Morning, Felix!

A man would think you'd let
her have some time off.

At least let her go to
the missile base...

...and pick up Jerry's things.

I told her!

I even said to her, "Rita..."

"... go home for a few days
and pull yourself together."

And she said:

"If I went home, and stared at them
four walls, knowing Jerry's gone..."

"...I'm just liable to take his
service pistol and blow my head off."

She said that.

She's better off pretending
it never happened.

Pretending them killer
bees never got up here.

I bet I can guess what schoolteacher
them roses belong to.

You don't need no
crystal ball for that.

The way I hear it, Maureen is
favoring you over Clarence.

I sure am counting on it.
Yes, sir. The gossip is...

...the odds have
shifted in your favor.

Now, them is my kind of odds.

I gotta be going.
So soon?

Yeah, but I'll be seeing you.
Have a good day.

Oh, Maureen.
'Morning, Felix.

I got you some roses.
Oh, Felix. They are lovely.

I usually get apples.

Oh, Maureen. I...

Something wrong, Felix?

I'm not too good with words...

...but I am a retired
master mechanic...

...and my education, well...

...it's all in these hands.

And I know you know
what I'm trying to say.

Your roses speak for you.

Most eloquently.

Thank you.

And I'm mindful of it.

Then there is hope for me?

Oh, look at the time.
I'd better hurry.

How'd it look for me
to be late for school?

Let me help you.

And I'll keep your
roses near me.

As a reminder.
Thank you.

I'll see you real soon.
You will.

'Bye.
'Bye.

We'll come back later.

We have to plan this just right.

These aren't just any old bees.

This is your reporter
Anne MacGregor.

We're heading for Marysville
to investigate the report...

...of a savage attack by
bees at a family picnic.

It resulted in the death of a mother and
father, and serious injury to their son.

My next report...

Kill it.
Yes, sir.

We've picked up a huge swarm.

On this scale, that puts it
only 200 miles from Houston.

I can have choppers there in half an hour,
eliminate them before they get away.

With what?
Airborne chemical agents.

May we talk? Alone?

Sure.

I don't recall our discussion
about the use of chemicals.

Now, listen.

My orders are to assist you in
your scientific endeavors...

...not to consult with you
on military matters...

...which are none of
your damn concern, sir!

General, please.

These bees are of joint concern.

They kill Americans without regard for
whether or not they should salute you.

There will be no airdrops of any
kind until I give the okay.

Your okay, huh?

Then perhaps I can persuade you
to attack this particular swarm.

Now that we know where it is.
Attack and eliminate it!

Possibly, if you can
explain to me...

...how you airdrop chemicals
without killing native insects.

If your chemical kills the African bee
it'll also kill the American bee, right?

Right. Better a few American bees
than a lot of American people.

That is the point, General!

The honey bee is vital
to the environment!

In America, they pollinate
$6 billion worth of crops!

Killing the bee kills the crop! Killing
the plants will kill the people!

No! No, General!

There will be no airdrop until
we know what we're dropping...

...and where and how!

Excuse me.

What about the airdrop, sir?

Sir?

...the 0430 mark.

Stand by. Activating.

Jerry, do you hear what I'm hearing?
Yeah.

What is it?

Sounds like a couple
of million chain saws!

That came from the corridor.
Cover me. I'll go look.

Jerry! Behind you!

My God!

Oh, God, no! No!

Come on, let's get them!

We've got to kill
them this time!

Ready, now!

Let's get out of here!

I can't imagine where he's gone.
We've looked everywhere.

He's been running a fever.

I returned him to the clinic after the
funeral, but then he disappeared.

We'll find him.

With everything else you have on your
shoulders, you didn't need this.

I know I'm taking you away from
all your responsibilities.

Paul is one of them.

Besides, I like being with you.

You're the one good thing
that's happened to me here.

I like that. I really do.

What is it?

Look.

The bees.

They're heading
toward Marysville.

I'll beat you outside!
No, you won't.

Now, Miss Cook?

In a minute, Mr. Tuttle.

Is this what you want?
No, I need a note from your mother.

Now, Mr. Tuttle.
Thank you.

Would you excuse me?

That'd be all right.

Well, Clarence, who's
minding the store?

Maureen, how long have
we known each other?

Maybe you'd better sit down.
No, thanks, I'll stand. How long?

I remember you in short pants...

...but I don't want to figure
out how long ago that was.

In all that time, have
you ever heard me beg?

Not you, Clarence.

You're the original
high-spirited, independent soul.

Well, Maureen, I'm
willing to beg now.

Yes? Blue will do.

Where was I? Oh, yes.

Maureen, I want you to marry me.

Oh, Clarence, do sit down.

Name the date and I'll
make all the arrangements.

I'm not sure I'm the wife you need.
You'd be the best wife in the world.

Clarence, I think I'm already married,
completely married to this school.

Maureen, I love you.

I know people think I'm just an old
man behind the aspirin counter...

...but in my heart I'm as young
as I ever was, maybe younger.

And I want to take care of you.

Thank you, Clarence.

I guess I have to
choose, don't I?

I guess that's about
what it comes down to.

Please hold the calls.

I know I may not win out...

...because, though I pretend
I can't stand Felix...

...I know he's a fine man and
he'd make a good husband.

But I know one thing.
I love you.

I always have, and
I always will...

...no matter what you decide.

How lucky I am.

All right.

I'll give you both my answer before
the end of this school term.

How's that?

That's fair enough, I guess.

I brought these for you.

Thank you.

Why did they send us varsity here?
Any stringer could cover this story.

You're wrong. This isn't just
about a family killed by bees.

Something else is going on.
I can feel it.

We're the first national news team here.
Okay, Anne, if you say so.

Let's check in.

Get back.

I've got it right
here in front of me.

The African bees!

The African bees that killed
Paul's parents are back!

Get everyone inside,
and lock up!

Call the park! Call the ball field!
I'll call the school!

Get inside! The bees are coming!

Get inside! The killer
bees are coming!

Those bees are coming.

Get all the kids
into the building.

Don't you understand? The
killer bees are coming!

Get inside!
Get all the children inside!

Quickly, get inside! Take
your children with you!

If you see any children
alone, take them in!

Keep all the vents closed and don't
let anybody out until I tell you.

I understand.

I'll do it immediately.

Attention. Attention.

This is Ms. Schuster. Please
listen very carefully.

A swarm of killer bees
is coming this way.

I want every teacher
and every student...

...to close off whatever area you
may be in at this very moment.

Children! It's all right.

Quiet.

Here they come! Inside, fast!

Get it all on tape!

Close your windows and doors!

Stay inside! Please,
listen to us!

Run!

Brad!
Get some ice!

They're coming in here!

Is there a freezer?
This way.

Get in it.

Mr. Harris! He's locked it!

Is he crazy?
He's afraid of everything!

Aren't we safe in here?

I don't know.

No, the air conditioning's on.

They'll come through the vents.

Just a minute.

It's 40 degrees in here.
We'll be all right.

Bees don't function well
in temperatures under 50.

Helena!

Anne MacGregor reporting
from Marysville.

The swarm left behind a
devastated community.

The town is reeling under the
impact of the vicious raid...

...that left many of their
friends and relations dead.

Marysville was preparing for
its annual flower festival.

Authorities speculate
the nearby fields-

This is Frank Blair.

We await a statement from the
President's top advisor, Dr. Connors.

Dr. Connors is evaluating
data from Bradford Crane...

...the leading authority
on the deadly African bee.

Crane is now at the
scene of the tragedy.

Dr. Krim.
Did you locate him?

We're trying to get through on
our mobile units. Stand by.

Every opening into homes, churches,
schools and offices is being closed.

Scientific authorities are warning
against overreacting to the threat.

Scientists believe this tragedy is
a freak, localized phenomenon...

...and could not
possibly be repeated.

Take it easy. Okay, there we go.

Come this way.

Clear the way.

Hello.
Krim here.

Hi, it's Brad.

I just heard about Helena.
Is she all right?

Still unconscious.
Not good.

How are things back there?

Damned unsettling
development here.

One of those four survivors
of the initial attack...

Yes?
...Higgins, the airman...

...with only two
stings, he just died.

What happened?
He was doing fine.

I was thinking of releasing him.

Within minutes, his condition turned
critical. All the classical signs...

...of cardiovascular failure. He was
gone before we could reverse it.

Keep the survivors there until we can
plot a recovery vs. relapse pattern.

How bad is it in Marysville?

About as bad as it can get.

216 dead, 33 victims
still alive.

We don't know how many
stings per victim.

We're too busy stabilizing them.
Dr. Crane.

I'm sorry. I've got
to go, Walter.

Is it me you're
seeing, or a bee?

You.

Dr. Crane.
Yes?

Gen. Slater is on the
horn with Washington.

He requests your presence.
All right. I'll be back.

I'll be up.
No, you won't.

Paul, what's the matter?

It's all my fault.

I threw firebombs at the swarm.

You're going to have to tell Dr.
Crane.

I'd like to, General,
but Crane is in charge.

I just follow orders.
We'll check them out here.

Right. I'll keep in touch.

General.

Crane, it's panic time
from coast to coast!

If we'd gone after the
bees right at the start...

...instead of wasting time
with your science teams...

...we wouldn't be in this damn mess!
Okay, what would you do?

I'd evacuate this area, put up
roadblocks across the state...

...and spray the hell out of every
tree and bush from here to the Gulf!

Let's take that a
piece at a time.

Why evacuate?

Dr. Hubbard was out
collecting live African bees.

He's brought them back to the complex.
Thousands.

How?
They were on the surface of the lake.

Thirsty and exhausted.
Good, we need specimens.

Hold it! I don't
see it that way.

The rest of that swarm could
still be in the area.

Major, get the final body count.
Yes, sir.

General, you haven't
answered my question.

What question?
Why evacuate?

I've been trying to tell you.

When that swarm finds that their
friends have been taken captive...

...they might come
back to Marysville.

Are you endowing the bees with human
motives? Like rescuing their fellow bees?

Or seeking revenge on mankind?

I always credit my enemy,
no matter what he may be...

...with equal intelligence.

Okay, evacuate Marysville,
but not the complex.

We won't waste time moving facilities!
Agreed.

Now, about this spraying every bush
and tree between here and the Gulf.

How will you manage that?

Send out aircraft.

With radar and pesticides, I'd destroy
every African swarm in this country...

...wherever they are!

Major?
232 dead, sir.

232 dead.

I know that, General!

How will you prevent the wind
from carrying pesticides...

...across cities, parks,
farms and schools?

Sometimes you have to choose
the lesser of two evils.

Ridiculous, General!

You want action and so do I!
We will do it my way!

Now, give it a chance!

Dr. Crane!

I gotta talk to you.
Okay.

It was my fault...

...what happened
here with the bees.

I knew where they were...

...and I should've told you.

Why didn't you?

Because they killed my family!

I wanted to get them.

And I did, I got a lot of them.

Then the rest of them
flew in the air and...

Hey, Paul.

Come on.

I'd have done the same thing.

The exact same thing.

You gotta believe me.

Now, look at me, Paul.

Look at me.

When I was a little
younger than you...

...just about seven...

...we had a fire where we lived.

I lost my mother and
father that night.

It's not good to have to grow
up without a mother and father.

You can ask me. I
know firsthand.

I know a lot of unlucky kids
all over the world have to...

...but it sure
isn't recommended.

Now...

...why don't you go
back upstairs...

...and sort of keep an eye on Dr.
Anderson for me?

Will you do that?
Okay.

Good boy.

Dr. Crane.
Yes?

Can you give us 90 seconds?

What can I tell you in 90 seconds?
Everything you can, no matter how long.

Give me a second for my lead-in.

This is Anne MacGregor outside
the clinic in Marysville, Texas.

With me is Dr. Bradford Crane...

...who is field director for Dr. Connors,
the President's science advisor.

How can you prevent this tragedy
from happening elsewhere?

Do you have any answers?

At the moment, none.

Can the death toll from
bee attacks spread?

That's a possibility.

What's the government doing? What
are your science teams working on?

Positive ways to isolate and
eliminate invading swarms.

What positive ways?
Can you be specific?

That's tough to do in 90 seconds.
Take all the time you want.

That's the point. I'm afraid we don't
have any to spare. Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

Anne MacGregor,
Marysville, Texas.

DC ready, not
exceeding five volts.

Testing five volts.

Good.

DC activated.

How's it going?
We'll be ready in a minute.

Honey-coated. Three volts at.
5 amps.

Okay, bring on the gladiators.

I'll stir them up.

Pesky little devils.

Spread them all over the grid.

They're getting ready to attack.

They're stinging the
hell out of the grid.

We're getting plenty of venom now.
We need all we can get.

If there's a positive
side to the tragedy...

...it's finding these
Africans and the queen bees.

With all this venom, I can really
go to work on an antidote.

That's fine.

Hubbard, can you have your
poison pellets ready by morning?

By morning?

I don't see how.

That makes your deadline
even earlier, Walter.

Smells like bananas.

See how fast it dries.

Any further complications?

Dr. Anderson has just examined them.
They're doing well.

Dr. Anderson? When
did she get back?

A short while ago, Major.

I couldn't rest knowing I
had sick patients here.

Besides, Dr. Martinez says I'm fine.
Good.

Captain, I've been planning on
having a private talk with you.

It's about this civilian, Crane.

I've received confidential reports
about your association with him...

...which indicate your relationship
is now of a personal nature.

I didn't know you'd assigned
anyone to spy on me.

Has Crane asked you anything about our
operations here, even indirectly?

Why should he?

He is a highly
respected scientist...

...and has been appointed by the
President to head this project.

It still might be advisable for you
to discontinue the relationship.

With all due respect, sir, what I do
on my off-duty time is my business...

...and doesn't concern
the Air Force.

I shall continue to
see whomever I wish.

Thank you.
The doctor wants to say goodbye.

Doctor?

Oh, yes, Rita.

About the baby, you're both fine.
Oh, good.

Real fine.
Thank you.

Please sit down.

With everything happening, I
haven't had a chance to say...

...how sorry I am about Jerry.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll write to you. Let
you know about the baby.

Do you have a place to go?
Not really.

They just gave everyone
orders to leave.

Of course, there isn't much
to stay for, is there?

Goodbye. I have to go.

The bus is waiting.
Let me walk you to the door.

I'll see myself out. Goodbye.
Good luck.

Thank you.

Only one suitcase to a person, please.
Move it along.

Not since the '30s, when thousands
fled the Oklahoma Dust Bowl...

...has a thriving American
community been evacuated.

No flood, fire or hurricane has
turned such a large section...

...into a no man's
land, until today.

Slow down.
That's it. Move right along.

On the stairs, please!
Move forward.

Have you seen Ms. Schuster?
No, sir.

Continue up to the stairs.

Hal, have you seen Ms. Schuster?
No, sir, I haven't.

You boys lose something?

You never did have a
good concept of time.

I remember on our first date we
didn't see the whole double feature.

I was so afraid you
wouldn't catch this train.

Here I am. Shall we go?

Yeah.
Let go. I had it first.

Look, I was carrying her books long before
you showed up in Marysville. Let go!

Clarence, Felix!

You promised me there
would be no more fussing.

And this surely isn't the time for it.
Let go!

All right. Follow the line.

...everything that
they hold dear...

...because of killer bees.

Imagine having such a natural
phenomenon do something-

Take this. Give me
a hand with her.

Get her in the car.

Is the hospital here operating?
Yeah.

Thank you.

You all right?
It's better.

We'll get you there.

Thank you.
Hold on.

Hurry.

Enter the car with the number you've
been issued. That car's number is five!

Let's get this train out of here.
The bees could be back any minute.

Where is Crane?

Don't worry, sir. He'll be here in time
to take credit for the evacuation.

Let me tell you
something, Major.

I don't tolerate my staff saying
things behind a man's back.

If you think Crane's a glory
jockey, tell him, not me.

If you're trying to butter me up by
slurring a man I consider misguided...

...I don't need a pat on the
ass from you or anyone else.

Yes, sir.

Am I walking too fast?

No, I'm fine. Just fine.

Don't overdo it.

Dr. Martinez said you
had a close call.

How sad.

How very, very sad.

You know, Marysville was
such a happy little town.

Ritz's Bookstore.

I used to work there when
I was in high school.

Everything was happy then.

But that was so long ago.

It's all right.

You can tell a lot about a man
by the way he shuffles cards.

Thank you, Clarence.
Wasn't meant as a compliment.

Would you like to cut the cards?

Something bothering you?
What's wrong, Maureen?

I got a sudden feeling I'll
never see Marysville again.

Or any of my children.
It's frightening.

Maureen, that's not like you.
You're an optimist.

Always looking at the bright side.
We'll be home soon...

...and this will all
seem like a bad dream.

That's right.

I suppose that's so.

But I can't shake this feeling
that something's closing in on us.

Now, now, Maureen.
Come on, deal, Felix.

Sandwiches?
No, thanks.

No, thank you.

Ed?
Yeah?

There's a bee in here.
A bee? Don't take any chances.

Maybe he wants the apple.
Then give it to him.

Goddamn! What will I do now?
Don't move.

Don't get him mad!

No, Charlie!

When are we going to
stop this massacre?

Our first airdrop is in half an hour.
I've seen what you plan to drop!

Those damn poison pellets
won't get us anywhere!

Those are my damn poison
pellets, and they'll work!

I'm counting on them working, or we
fall back to almost impossible odds:

My coming up with a mass antidote,
which might never be perfected.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your support.

But, Captain...

...feed this into the computer.

African bees attack a train...

...70 miles northwest
of Houston.

Now, give me a revised
time fix, please.

I know how you feel, especially
due to what just happened...

...but right now we are ready to
drop millions of lethal pellets...

...without harming either the
population or the plant life.

I'll support that.
So will I.

What we need...

...is every helicopter you have.

All right, you've got them.

Revised timetable
coming through, sir.

They're not touching
the pellets!

They're not touching
the pellets!

They seem to sense it's
something that will kill them.

They're brighter than I thought.

They always are.

Maybe you should have tried bourbon
and water and got them drunk.

It's all my fault. I threw
firebombs at the swarm.

It's all my fault. I threw
firebombs at the swarm.

You've got a beautiful six-and-a-half
pound beautiful daughter.

Thank you.

I guess it's true
what they say...

...that a woman sort of falls in
love with her doctor at this time.

I hope you will feel the same way tomorrow.
And the day after.

And all of the days after.

Paul!

Tomas!

Helena.

Why this one?

In the whole damned
world, why this boy?

My God, Brad.

What good is all that science?

All that equipment at the base?
All those doctors?

What good are you?

I didn't mean that.
You know I didn't.

Paul was my first case when
I was the town doctor.

He wanted to be
an archaeologist.

He would've been a terrific one.
I'm sure of it.

You didn't tell me three of the four
survivors at the base had died.

You had other problems.

And you didn't tell me there's a
syndrome of relapse among survivors...

...shortly after
they've been stung.

A fatal relapse.

Some do recover.

A small percentage.

But some do.

Some.

The odds are better than none.

You've dropped your poison pellets
and the Africans spit at them.

They're moving toward Houston
faster than expected.

General, you should know the enemy is
always expected to do the unexpected.

Dr. Crane.
Major Baker.

Let's hear your rundown.

"Three steel mills,
seven oil refineries..."

"... two beet sugar plants
and a nuclear power center."

"Plus 46 towns, not
including Houston..."

"... are now directly in
the path of the Africans."

We'll evacuate the towns,
and close the factories.

I'll tell you now, we'll have trouble
with the nuclear power plant.

They won't shut down voluntarily.
Millions in the area need the energy.

If we don't shut them
down, the bees will.

I'll check with Washington,
to try to get a directive.

I know most of the key
executives at that plant.

I fought them in court often
enough on environmental issues.

I'll fly in and try to jawbone
some sense into them.

It might be a lot quicker
than Washington.

Okay. You got it. Thank you.

Miss!

More bad news?

Everything we've
tried has failed.

Our last hope is
your mass antidote.

How close are you?

I've tried it on all these rabbits.
It knocks hell out of them.

These are the only
two still alive.

I'm on the right track, but I
need more time to experiment.

If you can't perfect it, we might
just as well pack it in right away...

...and ship out to New Zealand.

What we need is something that
people can self-inject...

...if they get stung by an African bee.
And we need it right now.

I get the picture. First thing
tomorrow, I'll try it on a human.

Like who?

We'll come up with volunteers.
Like me?

Forget it.

It'll take a few days to convince them
how much we need human guinea pigs.

Meanwhile, I'm here
and I'm convinced.

I'm not ready for you, yet.
When I am, I'll let you know.

Okay.

Will you please start eating
the food they serve here?

It has been measured to ensure you get
energy for the long hours you work.

What the hell does a man have to do to
get a beer and a pizza around here?

All a man has to do,
Walter, is ask.

All my notes are right here, Brad,
on the desk next to the recorder.

They contain the exact
instructions, and I mean exact...

...on how to prepare the
antidote I've developed.

Every experiment, with
its individual notes...

...and conclusions, is
documented in this text.

I'm going to test the
serum on myself.

Why?

Because you're fool enough
to make me try it on you.

It's my antidote, so
it'll be my risk.

First, I'm going to
inject myself...

...with the same input of venom I'd
receive from the stings of six bees.

That's double the amount anybody
has been able to take and survive.

Then I'll see if I'll still be able to
use the self-injector with my serum...

...or whether muscular stiffness
will make it impossible.

I'll dictate the rest of
this to the other recorder.

I'm all ready.

Physiograph is recording,
everything is laid out.

The weal is rising instantly.

Now, from the moment of being
stung, a frightened victim...

...medically inexperienced,
would need about 60 seconds...

...to get the self-injector
from pocket or purse...

...pull up a sleeve, waste seconds
hesitating, afraid of the needle.

Finally, put it in. I'm going to
give myself the same 60 seconds.

Heartbeat rising rapidly.

Heartbeat now 140.

The antidote is on the
table in front of me.

Fifty-five seconds since I
administered the venom.

I'm gonna start reaching for it.

It won't move.

My arm feels like it's
strapped to my side.

Heartbeat...

...160.

Close to outer limit.

Dropping now.

Good.

Good!

140.

130.

Going to normal.

120.

Dropping now.

Dr. Krim, what are you doing?

You missed the tough part.

How much did you take?

About six stings' worth.
Oh, Dr. Krim.

Respiration still high...

...but not abnormally so.

Let's see now.

I administered the
antidote about...

...66 seconds after the
venom was injected.

The antidote works.

My God. It works.
Dr. Krim.

Now here's something.

The four physiological
responses...

...are swinging from
norm to some really...

...spooky levels.

They don't want to stay down.

In fact, they're turning bad.

All of them.

Heart rate, rising again.

130.

140.

150.

Oh, my God.

Losing...

...respiration.

First sign, respiratory arrest.

Doctor.

Walter.

Oh, Walter.

There it is.

I just don't understand your request.
You will.

Have you any idea of the consequences
if I ask Washington to shut down?

Less disastrous than not shutting down.
Look at all this.

Don't you realize we supply
power over a 500-mile area...

...and purify the drinking
water of 7 million people?

I realize that. I don't think you
realize how critical this is.

There's nothing here that
could attract those bees.

Don't be so sure. The infrared
rays could act like a beacon.

No, Doctor. See this.

Billions of dollars have been spent to
make these nuclear plants fail-safe!

The odds against anything
going wrong are astronomical.

I appreciate that, but
let me ask you...

...in all your fail-safe techniques, is
there a provision against killer bees?

Andrews here. Come in, Control.

Control, this is Andrews.
What's happening?

Control, go to manual!

The bees. Let's get out of here!
No! This way.

Crane?

Crane!

I've been authorized by the President
to close down your operation.

From now on, the war against the Africans
will be under military direction...

...the way it should've
been from the first.

What's the ETA now?
General?

I'll say this for you,
Crane, you tried.

In spite of what you might think, I
kind of hoped you'd pull it off.

Arrange protective crating for the two
oscilloscopes, I'll fly them to Houston.

I'll see you there with the equipment.
I'll be there.

I haven't surrendered
yet, General.

...estimating that 600,000 people have
already been evacuated from Houston.

Elsewhere in the nation, people
stayed indoors or went to church.

Between their prayers
they watched the weather.

There was good news for most of
the country other than Texas...

...temperatures continued
plunging and cold air...

...coming down with
an Alaskan front...

...is keeping the Africans
confined to Texas.

This is Frank Blair reporting.

Who would've thought bees would be the
first alien force to invade America?

Where are you going?
Air Force Headquarters.

Go right ahead.
Thank you.

Now, without the President's
authority, how can you possibly help?

The least I can do is try.

General.

Hello, Crane.

Doctor.
General.

I'm really glad you're
here for the finale.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I'm not sure, but come with me.

Very impressive.
Tomorrow there'll be no more Africans...

...at least not in Houston.
You've really found a way to stop them?

I hope so. If we do it here,
we can do it anywhere.

This is a dress rehearsal, to set procedure
for any future African challenges.

This is Houston computerized,
and this is Houston.

You see, the bees have formed almost
a complete circle. Billions of them.

That's what we've been waiting for.
Waiting for what?

The battle plan is to get them all
into one area and then zap them!

Take a look over here.

Captain. Doctor.
Major.

You planned your arrival perfectly.
Here they come.

Freeze it.

Prepare to use the neutracide!
Neutracide?

Use that and nothing will
grow there for 10 years!

Why worry about shaving when someone's
about to cut your head off? Go!

Leader One to all aircraft. Deliver
your cargo on target. Now!

They're coming through.
They have learned to live with it.

I was afraid of this.

They've become immune
to any pesticide.

The occupation of
Houston has begun...

...and Gen. Slater is the
first officer in history...

...to get his butt kicked
by a mess of bugs!

You got any of that
birdseed left?

As I said before, they're high
in potassium, low in sodium.

And as I said before, terrific.

How long can they
live in the city?

If they get food and water, they might
just decide to stay here forever.

The Defense Department in Washington
DC has just confirmed the tragic news.

With the approval of the White
House, and as a last resort...

...the city of Houston will suffer massive
man-made burning before daybreak.

This decision was reached in
accord with all opinions...

...from the armed forces and scientists
involved in the overwhelming...

...but fruitless countermeasures
being attempted...

...to destroy the African killer bee which
has brought the Southwest to a standstill.

The burnout is scheduled to
be handled within minutes.

Light them up.

Move out!

Burn them out!

Listen to them.

They're still out there.

Billions of them. It's
as if it's their city.

Even though Slater's been at it for 24
hours with every soldier he can get.

You talk about the bees
as if you admire them.

I do. They never
fail to astonish me.

It's as though a broad
range of contingencies...

...has been planned for by the
creator and programmed into them...

...for an endless future.

Making them the true
inheritors of the earth.

A world without people.

Maybe the creator was equally
obliging toward us...

...and programmed into us
the ability to beat them.

I wish he'd give us a clue.

Here, let me.

Right there, that's lovely.

This is better than
eight hours of sleep.

How would you know? You
haven't had that in weeks.

Listen.

What is it?
The bees.

Why are they making that sound?

That's the hunger tone. It
causes them to mass together...

...as if by community they can destroy
their enemy. Cold, hunger, anything.

I wonder if there is another sound
that's part of their ritual...

Helena? Helena, are
you all right, love?

Helena, what's the matter?

Darling?

I don't know what
else we can do.

I'm very sorry.

Please, God, let her live.

Sir, can we really count
on a scientist who prays?

I wouldn't count on
one who doesn't.

You can forget the dossier.
Yes, sir.

Street Fighter to Topkick!
Come in Topkick, come in.

Topkick, can you read me?
You two, come here.

I can't get through. Too much
interference! Damn bees!

Listen, get back to headquarters. Tell
Slater we need reinforcements! Go!

You wonder, don't you?

Houston on fire.

Will history blame
me or the bees?

My compliments, General.
On what, for God's sake?

On being able to maintain a
long-term historical perspective.

Crane, at this point there's
no other viable perspective.

Our time is up.
Not quite, General.

We're ready with a final experiment.
Please don't give up.

Okay.
Thank you.

We'll do another half-dozen of these,
get some sleep and start after lunch.

Okay.

What's this? We've not heard this before.
Look at this, Doctor.

Something's coming. Here we go.
We've done it.

I don't believe this.
Yes, we have.

General, we've done it.
Look, we've got a match.

Understand? We've discovered
two identical sound patterns.

No, I don't understand. What has
that to do with killing bees?

What you are hearing is the African
bee's mating sound. But listen.

This was made by the alarm system, not
the bees. But they sound exactly alike.

The alarm system at the
missile base drew them in.

The similarity confused them.
When it stopped, they left.

I still don't understand.

The sonic alarm system happens to be
an exact duplicate of the duet...

...between the queen bee and the
young queen bee challenging her.

But bees can't hear.
That's right. They go by vibration.

The alarm felt like the vibration
of a ritual they had to attend.

Then you're saying our alarm system
attracted the bees into the complex.

Right. We'll use this very sound
to pull them out of Houston.

Okay, I'm convinced.

Kill the bees!
Don't hit the man!

No! Get it up!

General? General!

What is going on?
The bees are inside!

Now what?

You two get going!
Not without Helena.

We'll take care of her. Use that new
weapon you've come up with. Go!

Slater. Dodge Airfield.
Code 7. Fast!

General!
Get out!

I'm going to get Helena. If I don't
make it, you know what to do!

Major!

No time for that! Let's go! Put
this around you. Drop them!

Newman!
Go, Brad! Go!

Move out!

General!

Dr. Crane, this is Dodge
Field, Air Tower Number Two.

We read Gen. Slater's
instructions loud and clear.

We're prepared to assist in every
possible way. Come in, Dr. Crane.

Do you read me?
Affirmative.

Load the choppers with the sound horns.
Spread the oil slick. Acknowledge.

Roger.
Out. Let's go.

To all Air Force tankers. Spread
your oil over the Gulf of Mexico.

Four minutes to flaming.

Ready when you are.
Fine.

Is this all right here?
Is there one on the other side?

Yes, sir.
Please hurry!

Won't the noise of the
helicopter drown out your sound?

No, it's an entirely
different sonic level.

All set, sir.

Rescue Five to Alpha One.
Come in, please.

Ditch sound floats!

Rescue Five to Alpha Two.
Come in.

Rescue Five to Alpha Three.

Pilot, get us to the firing
point as quickly as you can.

Here they come!

Operation Sonic Drop complete.
All aircraft clear of target.

Okay. Thank you.

Fire it now!

Fire one! Fire two! Fire three!
Fire four! Fire five!

Did we finally beat them?

Or is this just a
temporary victory?

I don't know.

But we did gain time. If we use
it wisely and if we're lucky...

...the world might just survive.