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(GRUNTS)

(ON RADIO) Manny, it's Jim.
You copy? Over.

I copy.
What's up? Over.

I'm over at the IGC.

Wind's kicked up
some trouble.

Knocked the radio wave
uptake arm off kilter

and loosened
some connections.

Should I call Cecil?

Na, no trouble. I'm taking
care of it. Should be fine.

Hey, what about
the battery?

Hold on.

Uh, according to the
schedule, it's just about time.

You might as well change
it since you're out there.

Roger.

Note that down on the
schedule. Over and out.

Will do.

(ELECTRIC BUZZING)

(GROWLING)

(YELLING)

Does everyone have
everyone else's keys

just in case we
lock ourselves out?

Yeah, Jodi,
Tyler, and I do.

Accidentally locking
myself out of my own bunker

isn't even a remote possibility.

I use codes.

Now what does he want?

I don't suppose you just
stopped by to gas up?

Got an assignment
for you.

(GROANS)

Hey, hey, that's our
deal and you know it.

Well, not that I mind the
little adventures you send us on,

but I wouldn't exactly
call it a deal.

Well, I do.

I call it coercion.

You serve your country, your country
allows you to live here in peace.

Against its
better judgment.

Oh, you don't like it?

I'll have a US Marshal out here
to evict you before daybreak.

All right. What is it?

Toluca, New Mexico.
Near Alamogordo.

It's surrounded
by BLM land.

That's why
I'm involved.

Looks like they might have
themselves a little Graboid problem.

They might?
What's the evidence?

Well, uh, some people have, uh,
disappeared over the last six months.

Last one went missing
two nights ago.

And that's why they believe
Graboids are to blame?

No, that's what
my department thinks.

So what do the
Toluca people think?

(LAUGHING) Who cares?

Fine. Fine.
Play your little game.

But without any proof
the Graboids are the problem,

then I see no need
for my services.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

I need your services to
prove it's a Graboid problem

because the Tolucans

think it's a government conspiracy
to cover up the disappearances.

(SCOFFS)

You want me to disprove
a government conspiracy?

Are you sure you're talking
to the right Burt Gummer?

Look. Go to Toluca.

Set up your little gizmos,
look for Graboids.

Find any, kill them before they turn
into those little Shrieker things.

If you don't,

leave.

If I uncover a
government conspiracy...

You won't.

(LAUGHS)

You sure don't
travel light.

Don't really know what we're
actually hunting, do we?

Twitchell's so out
of the loop sometimes,

he could have us
walking into anything.

But you're kind of hoping it
is a conspiracy, aren't you?

Oh, I take no pleasure in
being right about such things.

At this point, nothing
would satisfy me more

than to finally use my
Barrett 50 on a real Graboid.

Bought this special
for dispatching Graboids.

But because of El
Blanco's special status,

never had the opportunity to test
it under battlefield conditions.

Oh, to see what
she's capable of

when face-to-face
with a worm.

You two wanna be
alone for a while?

We need to get moving. Got
a long ride ahead of us.

Load your gear.
Let's go.

Got everything
I need right here.

Socks, extra T-shirt, underwear.

No toothbrush?

I thought I'd
borrow yours.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Local watering hole, always
a good place to start.

Then why didn't
we start here

instead of setting up
geophones before eating?

Without those geophones,
we'd be flying blind.

Better to eat later
than be eaten sooner.

They're flying blind. Yet they
seem to be eaters, not eatees.

They're geologically fortuitous.

The town's on bedrock.
Graboid-proof.

But the surrounding
area is vulnerable.

Grab us a table.

Try not to offend
the fortuitous locals.

You have to go again?

ROSIE: No, no, you're
kidding. That's ridiculous.

And they told
Irene Escaveda

she should check every
drunk tank in the state

before she declared
Pablo missing.

Sounds like
they knew Pablo.

Red.

Cover-up's bad enough.

Do they have to insult people's
intelligence and hurt their feelings, too?

That's how they do it.

Spoken like a man who's
familiar with the turf.

All too well, sir.
All too well.

Let me get
you a menu.

Welcome to Helen's.
I'm Red Landers.

My wife and I
own the place.

Burt. You, uh...
You must be Helen.

Rosie. We took over
the place after Helen...

Well, after Helen
disappeared.

So you've heard all the
official party lines.

What do you folks think
happened to your neighbors?

Well, if you ask Rosie, she'll
tell you it's the alien problem

and that the government
won't do anything about it.

They don't even want to admit
we have an alien problem.

I'm all for someone
seeking a better life,

but not to the detriment
of law-abiding Americans.

Absolutely. Protection
is all we're asking for.

It's all any of us
ask of our country.

Protect our borders.

Keep us safe to live
our lives as we see fit.

Hear, hear.

If some people wanna visit the
mother ship, that's their prerogative.

Absolutely.

(STAMMERING)
The mother ship?

ROSIE: But they must be returned safely.

What's happening now is
wrong and we're defenseless.

Cecil thinks the mother
ship might arrive soon

to return
our loved ones.

That's just Cecil's grief
talking. The man is in denial.

(STAMMERING) You're
talking about space aliens.

Of course.

Uh, Burt,
I gotta talk to you.

Yeah, they think aliens
abducted their citizens.

Uh, I know,
and this local paper says

they're trying to
communicate with them,

which is what I wanted to
talk to you about before...

You're all nuts.

You said something
like that.

Nuts?

Remember what I said
about offending the locals?

Did he just call us loco?

No. No, I said locals...

No, I think you were
right the first time.

I beg your pardon.

That's my wife
you're talking about.

Hey, don't get up.
We were just leaving.

No wonder Twitchell
was so evasive.

Twitchell? You mean W.D. Twitchell,
the Department of Interior?

Listen up, y'all.

I just saw a report saying the
government is sending someone

to prove that aliens haven't
been taking our neighbors.

And that someone is none other
than that Burt Gummer guy.

The Graboid hunter.

ROSIE: There he is.
That's him.

Oh, a government plant.

I beg your pardon!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Did you hear what that woman called me?

Government plant,
my eye.

Okay, I checked us in.

Most of the rooms are being
painted so we gotta share a room.

Share a... I'm not gonna sleep with you!

We're sharing a room, not
a bed. We get our own beds.

Jeez, Burt, what'd I tell you
about drawing attention to yourself?

We're here to do a job. We'll do
it as fast as we can, then get out.

I even checked us in
under pseudonyms.

Mulder and Scully.
You're Scully.

Who?

CECIL: Welcome to
the Cecil Carr show.

They're among us.
They're always among us.

Some take us,
some infiltrate.

Others, pawns
of the government,

simply betray us.

That's right, America.

The enemy always lurks
in the sheltering shadows.

But today, something truly
astounding has occurred.

He's emerged in broad
daylight right here in Toluca,

my hometown.

He answers to the name Burt Gummer.

CECIL: And he's trying to convince
us that the danger lies beneath us,

not above us.

Ignore his poison.

Ignore his poison? You know
he's a pawn of the government.

For a local hotel, they
got some great showerheads.

Someone I don't even know is
slandering me on national radio.

Soon enough,
he'll be proved wrong.

They'll all be proved...

So shut it off.

When he wasn't
trashing me,

he was giving an ETA
on the mother ship.

He's got everyone
buying into this crap.

They have a fire
evacuation plan.

They also have
an alien abduction plan,

suggested sounds for communicating
with extraterrestrials,

and instructions for
de-freezing your watch dial.

De-freezing?

TYLER: Well,
according to experts,

if you have a close encounter
like a spaceship landing,

time freezes up.

And if you happen to be
in your car at the time,

your radio gets
all staticky and stuff.

Dear God,
you're one of them.

If you occasionally watched TV, you
would know some of this stuff, too.

Doesn't mean
I believe it.

BURT: Well, they're a pathetic
bunch, those who do believe it.

Can't imagine spending
my entire life paranoid

over some
ridiculous obsession.

You can't.

What?

You wear
socks to bed?

(OWL HOOTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

MAN: Get out of here,
government scum!

BURT: No, don't! Probably
glass on the floor.

Besides, you don't know if
they're just trying to draw us out.

TYLER: Look at this.

BURT: What you
got there?

TYLER: "Be gone
or be dead."

So you're saying someone threw
this rock through your window?

Your powers of deduction
leave me speechless.

From what I heard,
that'd be a first.

TYLER: Look, Officer, I'm sure you'll
eventually come to the same conclusion.

But let me cut
to the chase.

Someone threatened
our lives here.

Be gone or be dead.

And you saw
this person?

No, they...
They drove away

before we got a chance
to get a good look.

But you saw how angry people were
in that restaurant last night.

It could've been
any one of them.

Or Cecil Carr.

I heard his show.
The man is certifiable.

Hey! He's the
voice of America.

We are damn honored to have a
national hero reside here in Toluca.

Since his wife
was abducted,

he never stopped trying to
contact the aliens that took her.

I take it they're
not returning his calls.

Okay. Okay. It probably wasn't Cecil.

He doesn't even know
what we look like.

Look like?

Hell, we don't
even know who you are.

Edgar, the desk clerk, says no
one by the name of Gummer or Reed

is registered here.

He thinks one of you is Scully
and the other one is Mulder.

(STAMMERING)
Uh, I used pseudonyms.

Oh. You mean
false identities.

The usual tools
of government cover-up.

We are not
with the government.

We're here to find out if you
got Graboids. Plain and simple.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We heard all about it
on Cecil's show.

Now you guys wanna pretend
we got a worm problem.

I think you need to show
a little more respect

for something that could
rear up out of the ground

and consume
you whole.

Do yourself a favor.

Forget about the rock.

Take your obsession with
the worm and get out of town.

TYLER: I'm gonna leave
the motor running, Burt.

Maybe we can lure him back
to the scene of his last meal.

These people think I'd be
part of a government cover-up.

Infuriating.

Maybe they're
the ones covering up.

You know,
I was thinking.

What if there's actually
a killer on the loose?

We know aliens
aren't to blame.

We haven't seen
a Graboid all morning.

Twitchell should've
called the FBI, not us.

Might as well call
Heston a liberal.

Okay, enough already.

You're upset they think you're a Fed.

I got it.
It's time to let go.

Now, how'd you like it if
somebody called you a... You know.

Paramilitary paranoid?

I'd consider the source
before I reacted.

Come on. We're talking about
people who believe in mother ships.

Who cares
what they think?

(SCOFFS)

You gotta admit, Burt,

the intergalactic
communicator's kind of cool.

There was an article
about it back at Helen's.

It's like this
giant tape recorder

that can pick up any
communications from outer space.

This is real. These things actually
exist with, you know, NASA types.

Did you see the
movie Contact?

(GROANS) If there's life out there
and it wants to leave a message,

that's the
answering machine.

Sends out radio signals
aliens might respond to.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

TYLER: I recognize
that sound.

We got ourselves a
Graboid at two o'clock.

He's heading our way.

Yeah. So much for the alien
and serial killer theories.

Well, Twitchell wasn't
so out of the loop this time.

Time to break out
the truck bait.

(LAUGHS)

Here she comes.

Rises for the bait and...

You and Old Betsy here

finally consummate
your relationship.

Old Betsy.
Davy Crockett's rifle.

I knew that.

What?
What's your problem?

There's no picture.
Oh, for Christ...

Geophones went dead.

I think we just
became Graboid bait.

Freeze.

That was cool.
Weird, but cool.

Totally ignored
the truck bait.

I've been doing this for years.
Never... Never happened before.

Why now?

Let's check our lines.
Retrace our steps.

I'll lean out and scoop up my geophones.

BURT: Without my geophones,
these people are defenseless.

Easy does it.

And here's another one.

Got it!

What do you think? Angry
jackrabbit with a ball peen hammer?

BURT: All right,
let's go back to the IGC,

the last place we
encountered the Graboid.

TYLER: Somebody must've followed
us out here and watched us set up.

How did we
not see them?

That's because there was
no one to see, Tyler.

Just like no one threw
that rock in our window.

Maybe it was our
sharp-witted deputy after all.

What's he doing?

BURT: Cheating death.

Think we ought
to warn him?

Even though every fiber of my
being tells me to drive away.

(HORN HONKING)

Get back in your car and freeze!

There's a Graboid
on the loose!

What?

BOTH: Graboid!

Idiots.
Hey, Burt, look.

It's heading
towards the IGC.

We gotta save this guy.

Cross in front of it.

Try to get it
to follow us.

(HORN HONKING)

(GROANS)

I've been waiting
a long time for this.

TYLER: Hang on, Burt.

What the...

It's still headed for him.

Get over there. Maybe
I can get a shot off.

BURT: Garcia!
Get on top of your car!

You guys are pathetic.

TYLER: Hurry up!

Move!

(GROWLING)

BURT: Whoa!

Whoa! Back it up. Back it up.

TYLER: Hurry, Burt, hurry.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Guess little green men
ain't Toluca's problem.

Why are you driving
Manny's car? Where's Manny?

Those are the Feds.

Afraid I've got
some bad news.

Your deputy's
been killed.

CECIL: Manny Garcia's dead.

If your deputy hadn't been out in
the desert sabotaging my geophones,

he might still be alive.

Manny never
sabotaged a thing.

But we all heard about your false
police report you filed this morning.

No one in this town
would threaten you.

Pretty sad to take to trashing your
own equipment just to make a point.

CECIL: Or maybe you wanna
blame me for that, too.

Like you blamed me
for your broken window.

You tell 'em, Cecil.

Cecil.

Cecil Carr.
I should've known.

The big mouths usually come
attached to small minds.

At least I'm no
government stooge.

I don't cover up
the truth with lies.

You might get the officials
to blame those worms

for what's
happening here,

but you won't fool the people
of Toluca or my listeners.

Who're you gonna
blame for this?

Oh, dear God. What happened to him?

BURT: A Graboid happened
to him, people.

That's the reason folks
have been disappearing.

The others were
eaten whole.

But in this case, we
scared off the Graboid

before he could
finish his meal.

And you and your pal just happened
to be there when this all took place.

How convenient.

Don't you see
what they've done?

They need
evidence of Graboids.

What better way to
convince us than to do this?

What? We did not kill your friend.

It's all part of
the government plot

to prove there's
no alien menace.

Get your murderous
hands out of the way,

so we can take
Manny to the morgue.

We better give them
time to calm down.

TYLER: If I didn't
know you better,

I'd swear you were
packing to leave.

I've been called a government
plant, a pawn, a traitor,

a liar, and now,
a murderer.

My life's been
threatened.

Call me sensitive, but I
don't think I'm wanted here.

You aren't wanted
anywhere, Burt,

but that's never
stopped you before.

These people don't
need my help.

They need strong
prescriptive medicine.

Probably so, but the Burt
I know isn't a quitter.

Even if I wanted
to keep trying,

I don't have
the equipment.

No geophones.

And this Graboid wasn't attracted
to the remote control truck.

Maybe there's more than one
way to skin a worm, Burt.

Remember when
we drove around

trying to distract
it from Garcia?

Yeah. Yeah.
Ignored us.

Because it found vibrations
it liked better than ours.

Out in that desert?

Gila monsters
and rattlers

are insufficient
enticement for a Graboid.

Maybe.

But the mother of all answering
machines is plenty enticing enough.

That pseudo space phone.

AKA, IGC.

Where is that map
Twitchell gave me?

Here.
Here.

It lists all the places
where people were last seen

or headed to
when they disappeared.

It didn't mean that much
to me at first,

but now that I know
about the IGC...

Well, everyone was taken
in the vicinity of the IGC,

which is in the middle of the desert,
which is where spaceships always land.

So that's why everybody thought
these were alien abductions.

(STAMMERING) I'm just trying
to understand their reasoning.

Not the wisest
use of time, my friend.

So we turn off the IGC and
it goes after the truck.

You and Old Betsy keep
your date with destiny.

Come on.

We've got an intergalactic
communicator to unplug.

Come on, Burt.
Focus now. Deep breaths.

Wait, where you going?

Now you've really
crossed the line.

How many times is this guy
gonna interrupt my meal?

Threaten me, call me
names, destroy my equipment.

I can let all that slide.

But attack my
power wagon?

You'll get
yourself a war.

Whoa, Patton,
take it easy.

It seems to me you fellas
have stirred up enough trouble,

so why don't you turn around and
head out of town? WOMAN: Yeah.

That's what we're gonna do as
soon as we turn off your IGC.

CECIL: What?

You can't do that.

The vibrations apparently
draw the Graboid in.

You're trying to attract space aliens,

but instead you're ringing the
dinner bell for a land shark

which uses sonar
to hunt its prey.

Think about it, Cecil.

Did your wife
ever go out there

and change the battery,
like Tucker did?

Or check the readouts?

See?

Because people go out there on
a regular basis to monitor it,

the worm has learned it'll
find food on a regular basis.

It's... It's like a Yellowstone bear
that's discovered the garbage dump.

I've heard
your radio show, Cecil.

You're a bright guy. You
understand what I'm saying.

Destroy the IGC, destroy
your Graboid bait.

And Burt and I can use our
experience to destroy the Graboid.

The IGC is
this town's lifeblood.

It's our link
to the cosmos.

Our best hope of communicating with
those who have taken our people.

Chance to get
my wife back.

If I was her,
I'd stay with the aliens.

Burt!

The transparency of
your plan is laughable.

Of course, your solution
is to destroy it.

It's all part of the
government conspiracy.

There is no government conspiracy!

These men wanna
suppress the truth.

Well, it's never
gonna happen.

Not while Cecil Carr is around to shine
the beacon of light into the darkness.

And tonight that beacon will
shine brighter than ever before.

Isn't anyone here willing
to listen to another side?

Uh, boys, listen to me.

Just cut your losses
and leave.

I mean, if it'll
speed things up,

you can take the tires off
my pickup to replace yours.

Probably got
the same bolt pattern.

Come on.

All these folks are just fattening
themselves up for the kill.

(SCOFFS)

These things'll never last under
the weight of my power wagon.

Ah, they'll make it
to Alamogordo.

We can buy
the right ones there.

I'll drive till then.

I... I know some tricks about
squeezing a few more miles

out of worn hides
when the situation requires.

All right.

TYLER: You know, I can't
believe these space cadets

are trying to run
us out of town.

They're not running
us out of any place.

We have a plan, a gun
and a worm to kill.

You'll wanna put these in your
ears when I fire this thing.

Where's the IGC?

It's gotta be Carr.

TYLER: He took it
so we couldn't.

We don't stop him,
that egomaniacal lunatic's

gonna get a lot of
innocent people killed.

WOMAN: Hey, you guys.

Hey, I've been in here three times
and I still haven't had a meal.

I gave you the tires off
my truck to get out of town.

If you fellas don't think
we're serious about this,

you got another
thing coming.

Where's Cecil Carr?

Probably preparing
for his broadcast.

Well, the IGC's missing.
He might've taken it.

So what if he did?
It belongs to him.

Where's he live?

Like we'd tell you.

Look, if people here
don't speak up,

someone in your town
is gonna die today.

Okay. Okay.

Guys, you win.

There's no use
pretending anymore.

There is
a government conspiracy.

And, yes, Burt and I were
sent here to cover it up.

The truth is your people
were abducted by aliens.

Tyler.
No, Burt.

It's time
we came clean.

What you don't know,

what we haven't... The government
haven't been telling you,

is that the Graboids
are the aliens.

For the love of Pete!

For the love of
all of these people, Burt.

And I know I speak
for you when I say

I can no longer abide by the
secrecy we've been sworn to.

Not when human lives
are at stake.

Am I right,
Agent Gummer?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

But I've never heard of extraterrestrials
who look like those worms.

Of course not.

That whole thing about
silvery creatures, big heads,

little green men,
all a part of the scam.

We purposely steered
you off course.

We let you believe that
the threat came from above,

not below.

That's exactly what Cecil
says in his radio show.

Yeah, I knew
I heard it somewhere.

You see
how well it worked?

We even had the master
himself believing

what we wanted
him to believe.

But it's all gotten
out of hand.

The aliens have started killing
the people they're taking.

It's time we fight back.

The IGC can be an invaluable
source of counterintelligence,

an important weapon that
enables us to win the battle.

Please.
You saw Garcia's...

What was left
of Garcia's body.

This has to stop.

You have to
let us help you.

Well, if you boys can come
clean, I guess we can, too.

Cecil moved the IGC out
to Crichton Canyon.

It's an old meteor crater north of here.

That's where he is.
Well, let's get out there.

Well, hold on now.

He's out there with a few
others, including Rosie.

Why?

To greet the mother
ship when it returns.

Cecil says all the people who got
abducted are being returned tonight.

He's been receiving
messages through the IGC.

Rosie went out
to greet them.

Anyone out there is
in grave danger.

Burt and I will drive.
Red, show us the way.

Your vehicle will
only get us so far.

Once we're at the canyon,
then it's all on foot.

On foot?

This is a very
dangerous situation.

I've got no way of tracking
that worm without geophones.

You got more tracking gadgets than NASA.

Isn't there something
you can rig up?

If I could tap into
an infrared satellite,

we might be able to get
an image of the Graboid

when it's
near the surface.

Well, that means someone
would have to go into my bunker

and set up the downlink,
then read me the coordinates.

Call Jodi. She's great with numbers.

I'll have to tell her my security
code to get into my house.

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

Red, let's move out.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

JODl: I know you're
disappointed

that Desert Jack's tour has
been temporarily suspended.

But, you'll be the first
people on your block

with all this
official gear.

(PHONE RINGS)

Chang's.

They'll believe you spent a
day with El Blanco himself.

Hi, Burt. Jodi?

How about
Rosalita instead?

That's Burt Gummer
himself on the phone.

The time has
finally arrived.

Tonight our loved ones
are coming home.

It's been tough
on all of us.

I know your pain.

Without Millie, life hasn't been the
same for me these past few months.

Part of my soul's
gone missing.

What if they
act strange?

There may be a slight adjustment
period, but it won't be great.

They're coming back
on a mission,

to let the world know we're
not alone in the cosmos.

To put to rest the government
conspiracy once and for all.

NANCY: I'm sorry, Burt.

If we could use cell phones in the
valley, this would be a lot easier.

But we've got no choice,
except for me to relay the info

from you to Rosalita
through the radio.

Oh, wait, hold on.
I got Rosalita.

Roger, Rosalita.
I read you. Over.

I'm at the front door.

She's at the front door.

Tell her to look for a black
button on the bottom right corner.

Push that down and hold.

There's a black button on
the lower right hand corner.

Push it down and hold.

Black button's down.

Black button's down.

Now, press these digits on the keypad.

Bravo, Charlie,
Delta, Easy.

Press Bravo, Charlie...

Wait, there are no digits
marked with Bravo or Charlie.

There aren't any buttons
with Bravo and Charlie.

B as in Bravo,
C as in Charlie.

B, C, D, E.

That's the secret code.

So why didn't he just say
that in the first place?

(BEEPING)

Red light's blinking like
someone's having a heart attack.

She's got a fast
blinking light.

Correct.

When it stops blinking,
speak into the intercom

and say the word

"Heather."

Like his ex-wife's name?

Wow. He really has
got it bad, huh?

Heather.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Got a buzzing sound.

You can
go inside now.

(PEOPLE SINGING) We shall not,
we shall not be moved

We shall not,
we shall not be moved

Just like a tree that's
standing by the water

We shall...

Okay, okay, just relax.

I'm gonna talk you
through this.

You'll do just fine.

Got a worm reading yet?

Greenhorn on point.
Touch and go.

(SINGING) We shall not...

Oh, look. There's Red!

I'm so happy he changed
his mind and came out here.

Hi, honey!

Let's go.

No, no, not... Not yet. Not till Burt
gets a reading on the alien's whereabouts.

Locate the X and Y axes
on the satellite grid.

What are
they doing here?

Oh dear,
I don't know.

Red, what's going on?

Does the X go
horizontal or vertical?

Rosalita, how'd
I get you direct?

Oh, Nancy figured out
a high-tech solution.

I'm looking
at the monitor, Burt.

Now what do you see?

Blinking red light.

Did you say a blinking
light? Is it moving?

(BEEPING)

Yup.
That's a Graboid!

Where?

Which vector is
the Graboid on?

Victor?
Who the hell's Victor?

(SIGHS) A bearing.
Can you give me a bearing?

ROSALITA: Um...

Um, down and to the left,
then up a little?

A compass bearing!

Oh, you mean north and south.
I don't do north and south.

What? She's not good
with north and south.

Let's get to that IGC!

Rosie. Cecil.

You gotta unplug the IGC
and get out of here.

I knew it, Red. You were
never a true believer.

The Feds brainwash you?

Red, how could you?

No, no. The Feds came clean.
The worms are the aliens.

There's no mother ship
headed here tonight.

CECIL: Come on, everyone,
back to the IGC.

He's digging
his heels in now.

Not even any large rocks
to get on top of.

From the east?
Are you sure?

No, I am not sure.

(BEEPING)

(STAMMERING) Oh, wait, Burt.
I got it, I got it. Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The vector is

on 32 degrees
north latitude,

um, 106 degrees
west longitude,

on a south...
Southeast bearing.

There, I got it. Aren't
you proud of me, Burt?

(WHOOPS)

Incoming! Three o'clock!

TYLER: Nobody move.
Freeze!

(BURT YELLS)

I dropped the gun!

Get the gun!

The gun, Tyler!

Hurry up
and pick up the gun!

(SCREAMS)

The gun!

No!

BURT: Tyler, let go.
Get the gun!

Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me!

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

TYLER: You were
right, Burt.

This is one loud gun.

All this time I awaited
our maiden voyage together.

And she sailed
with you first.

(BURT GROANS)

Feds.

You made the wall.

That's about as big a
compliment as we pay around here.

Aw, you didn't
have to.

Hell, it's the least
we could do.

You boys deserve to be
up here, with my Millie.

Fine looking
woman, Cecil.

You know, since she went
missing, I never mourned her.

She meant the world to me.
I missed her terribly.

But I always believed
she'd be back.

He thought the space
aliens would return her.

Sure. Sure,
like they often do.

Little worse for the wear, but unharmed.

Graboids, different
breed of alien.

Ruthless, vengeful.

I understand that now,
thanks to you two.

Millie's not
coming home.

Now I have to figure out
a way to go on without her.

I tell you, Cecil, it's not
easy, but, uh, hang in there.

You lost your wife to that
underground alien, too?

Let's go, Tyler.
Time to move out.

Rosie. Red.

Yup.

Cecil.

Wait. Come on
my show tonight.

Um, that won't
be necessary.

Really. I wanna thank you on the air.

Uh, it wouldn't
be appropriate.

I'm just a government man
doing his job for the taxpayers.

BURT: Don't say a word.

TYLER: Now that's the Burt
Gummer I know and love.