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301A to car 5W, code one.

5W to 301A, go ahead, Johnny.

We're chasing wind, Ben.

Maybe the guy who sent in that report
drank his breakfast. Let's call it.

Wait a minute.

It's a kid, all right.
Maybe 50 yards off the road.

I'll keep circling her until you pick her up.

- 10-10.
- 10-10.

Hey!

Hey, honey!

Hey, little girl. Little girl!

Wait a minute.
What are you doing out here?

Honey...

...what's your name?

Who do you belong to?

Car 5W, code one.

Car 5W to 301A, go ahead.

10-9, Johnny.

There's a trailer three miles
from you, off the road.

I didn't see anybody around it,
you better check it out. 10-10.

Okay, Johnny. 10-10.

- What's the matter with her?
- I don't know.

Sunstroke?

She's not sunburned.
Couldn't have been in the sun long.

Looks like she's in shock.

Johnny spotted a car and trailer up ahead.
Maybe she's from there.

Maybe so.

No use waking her up unless
somebody can identify her. I'll check it.

- What is it?
- Have a look.

This blood must be 10 or 12 hours old.

Whatever happened here was either
last night or early this morning.

Check outside.

It was sure no traffic accident, was it?

This wasn't caved in. It was caved out.

Did you find anything?

No footprints or tire marks.

Found this.

I picked up just one. Six or seven more
are scattered over there.

- Sugar.
- Yeah.

There's something over here
you should look at.

I don't know if it's important,
but see what you think.

Mountain lions never come down
to the desert.

No cat ever lived
would leave a print like that.

Maybe something was set down there.

A bag, or a can, something like that.

It could be almost anything.

I found these inside.

Put in a call for fingerprint
and moulage equipment, right away.

Right.

- Have the medics pick up the kid.
- Right.

Car 5W to KMA-628. Come in, please.

KMA-628 to car 5W, go ahead.

We're 12 miles north of the crossroads.

Halfway up the secondary road
to White Butte.

Station wagon and house trailer
with Illinois license plates.

They look pretty well beat up.
Looks like a 9-14.

Picked up a little girl
who seems to be in shock.

Send ambulance and medics.
We'll stay here till you arrive.

Anything else?

Ben?

10-10.

KMA-628 to 5W,
location previously reported by 301-A...

KMA-628 to 5W,
location previously reported by 301-A...

...will dispatch ambulance.

Hi, Reggie, how are the kids?

- Fine. Another one on the way.
- Good for you.

- Know what happened to her?
- No.

- Don't know her name?
- No.

Take good care of her.

Give her a nice, easy ride.
I'll be with her all the way to the hospital.

What was that?

I don't know.

It must be the wind.
It gets pretty freakish in these parts.

Yeah.

I'll come soon.
I want to be there when she starts talking.

You know what that is, Cliff?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Hurry before the wind fills it in.
Looks like a sandstorm is kicking up.

- You got any idea what happened?
- No.

Nothing that adds up.

How old you figure that kid is?

Five or six.

Tough break for her.

They don't need us right now.

Let's go down to Gramps Johnson's store
and see what he knows.

Gramps?

Gramps!

Beats me.

Look, Ed, put in a call....

Wait a minute.

Gramps.

Looks like he was dragged
and thrown down there.

- What do you make of it?
- What did you make of the trailer?

This wasn't pushed in, it was pulled out.
Just like at the trailer.

Ben, have a look at this.

Sugar.

Money wasn't taken here either.

This is another 9-14.
I'll call for the guys at the trailer to come.

This is another 9-14.
I'll call for the guys at the trailer to come.

I want to be at headquarters
when the girl talks.

I'll stick around and ride with them.

- Okay. Stay loose.
- Sure.

With all this, we only know
the car and trailer was owned by...

...a man named Alan Elinson from Chicago.

Yeah, that's all.

Stop blaming yourself for what happened
to Ed Blackburn. It wasn't your fault.

Somebody had to stay at Johnson's place,
so it happened to be Ed.

Yeah, I know.

We'll find out who killed him, if he's dead,
along with Gramps and the Elinson family.

We'll find out who killed him, if he's dead,
along with Gramps and the Elinson family.

So come off it.

We'll get a report on the fingerprints
some time this morning. It'll tell us more.

- Have you figured out what this print is?
- No.

Great.

Kit, run down
all Gramps' personal stuff and records.

I don't think he had an enemy in the world,
but somebody might have....

No, wait, that doesn't make sense.

If somebody wanted to knock off Gramps
why tear down half the building to do it?

I put in a call to check out
all the mental institutions.

Everything seems to indicate
a homicidal maniac.

There's no money stolen,
violent wreckage. Just sugar taken.

There's no money stolen,
violent wreckage. Just sugar taken.

That's being checked,
but it's a waste of time, too.

We'd have been notified
if there was a loony killer on the loose.

Gramps got off four shots from his 30-30
before the killer did this to the gun.

Gramps got off four shots from his 30-30
before the killer did this to the gun.

And Blackburn was a crack shot.
He could hit anything he could see.

Unless your maniac
was armored like a battleship...

...there's no maniac in this case.

Yeah, you're right.

I want every available man
scouting the desert.

If our two planes aren't enough
to cover areas the cars can't reach...

...I'll ask permission from the chief
to hire a couple more.

Ben, get yourself something to eat
and grab some sleep.

I don't want you wearing yourself out
so you'll fold up on us.

- I've a little score to settle.
- We all have.

- Report from Washington, Captain.
- All right, thanks.

Fingerprints on the trailer
check out real good.

Mr. Elinson was an FBI agent on vacation
with his wife and two children.

Mr. Elinson was an FBI agent on vacation
with his wife and two children.

Call the local FBI office.
They've got a stake in this case, now.

Tell them Mr. Elinson's vacation
has been extended indefinitely.

It's nice to get off that desert.

- It must have been 110 out there today.
- At least.

Captain Edwards...

...this is Robert Graham
from the FBI office in Alamogordo.

- How do you do?
- Sit down.

Ben here bring you up to date
on this business?

Yes, sir, we went over these exhibits
before we left for the desert.

I took him to where we found the trailer
and to Johnson's store.

We've been there all day. Nothing.

Any ideas, Mr. Graham?

None that make any sense.

I thought you FBI guys were all Quiz Kids,
solved everything right away.

I did, too, when I applied for the job.

The planes and cars
haven't found anything.

Give them time. People don't just drop off
the face of the Earth without a trace.

We'll find them.

You know what that is?

It beats me. Has it been identified yet?

No, an officer took it to a friend
who teaches zoology at the college.

No, an officer took it to a friend
who teaches zoology at the college.

He said he'd never seen anything like it.

Lots of evidence, loaded with clues,
but nothing adds up.

The Elinson girl is our only real bet.
Any news on her?

No change. I checked with the hospital
a half-hour ago.

I'd like to send this
to our Washington bureau.

They might be able to identify it.

Or prove that it's nothing.

All right with me.

Come in.

- Hello, Fred. Glad to see you, Ben.
- Hi, Doc, how are you?

You two know each other?

I don't believe so.

Dr. Putnam, County Medical Officer.
Robert Graham.

- He's with the FBI. Watch your language.
- I will.

I finished the autopsy on Gramps.
You want it technical or plain?

Just plain, Doc. Get to the verb.

Old man Johnson could have died
in any one of five ways:

His neck and back were broken,
his chest crushed, his skull fractured...

His neck and back were broken,
his chest crushed, his skull fractured...

...and here's one for Sherlock Holmes:

There was enough formic acid in him
to kill 20 men.

I still don't get this.

Doctors Medford, two of them.
Department of Agriculture.

You sent that cast
to your outfit in Washington, didn't you?

Yeah.

Does this mean
that somebody has identified it?

I don't know.

- Great.
- Pardon me, sir.

The plane has landed. It'll load over there.

Thanks.

- Got a match?
- Yeah.

Okay, thank you.

Dr. Medford?

Are you Dr. Medford?

Yes, yes. No need to shout.

You're the people.
They said you'd meet us.

That's right.

I'm Bob Graham.

- How do you do?
- This is Sgt. Ben Peterson.

- You're the one who found the print?
- Yeah, that's right.

Pat, hurry up.

I'm caught.

- Can I help?
- No, I can manage it.

This is the other Dr. Medford,
my daughter, Patricia.

This is the man who found the print.
Sergeant....

- Ben Peterson.
- How do you do?

Then you must be Mr. Robert Graham.

- Yes, how do you do?
- Hello.

We've got a car to take you to the hotel.

That can wait. We have work to do.

I want to read all your reports right away.
Come on, Pat.

Excuse me, sir.

I should have had this suit pressed.

She's quite a doctor.

If she takes care of sick people,
I think I'll get a fever real quick.

This is where
the car and trailer were found.

Twelve miles down this road
is the Johnson store.

Thank you.

Why did the FBI send that print
to the Department of Agriculture?

They weren't able to identify it.

- You only found one print?
- That's right, miss.

Have you identified it?

The Medical Officer's report on Johnson
suggests we were certainly wrong...

...to even consider this might be a hoax.
Read that, Doctor.

Tell me...

...in what area was the atomic bomb
exploded, the first one, back in 1945?

...in what area was the atomic bomb
exploded, the first one, back in 1945?

Right here in this same general area.
White Sands.

1945. That's nine years ago.

Genetically, it's certainly possible.

We're grown up. There's no need
to play footsie with us. We resent it.

We're grown up. There's no need
to play footsie with us. We resent it.

If you know what this thing is, Doctor,
I suggest you tell us.

We're assigned to this case, too.

Mr. Graham, we cannot tell you
until we're certain of our theory.

I'd like to first stop off at the drug store
and then see the Elinson girl.

She's still in shock, Doctor.
She hasn't talked yet.

After the girl, I want to examine
the territory where you found the print.

You were saying?

As I explained to Mrs. Johnson,
the little girl's aunt...

...we hesitate in using a curare
to diminish the spasms. She's too young.

...we hesitate in using a curare
to diminish the spasms. She's too young.

Narcosynthesis would be useless
until we overcome the aphonia.

Narcosynthesis would be useless
until we overcome the aphonia.

- What's aphonia?
- Loss of voice.

She's a classic case
of hysteria conversion.

Only a severe catharsis
could jolt her at all.

May I have a small glass?

- Yes, certainly.
- Pat, that acid we got....

Acid?

Formic, Doctor.
Thank you.

It may provide the jolt you need.

Them!

Them!

Them!

May we visit the desert now?

It's getting late.

It's later than you think.

Thank you.

Quite a breeze.

- The goggles, Doctor.
- What about them?

You're supposed to wear them
over your eyes.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, that is better.

- So this is where the car and trailer were?
- Yes, sir. Excuse me.

- Yes, thank you.
- The print was found right over there.

We found it here, by the fire.

You see, there's nothing there now.

Has there been any report
of a strange mound?

A cone-shaped structure?
Something recently formed?

No, sir.

Sergeant, would you mind
if we looked around a little more?

Anything you say, Doctor.

Rather slim pickings for food, Dad.

They'd turn carnivorous
for lack of a habitual diet.

I believe you're right.

What would turn carnivorous?

- My father will tell you.
- When?

- When he's positive.
- Now, look, miss....

Doctor....

If the "Doctor" bothers you,
why don't you call me "Pat."

I'd like to.

I've got a job to do,
and enough mystery on my hands...

...without that old....

I mean, your father complicating things.

He is one of the world's greatest
myrmecologists.

Myrmecologists!
You see, that's what I mean!

Why don't we all talk English?
Then we'd have some understanding.

Pat!

Come here.

It's the same kind of print.
Look at it, Doctor.

It's gigantic.

Over 12 centimeters.

That would make the entire--

About two and a half meters in length.
Over 8 feet.

See if there are more.

- This is monstrous.
- So is the murder of five people, Doctor.

- This is monstrous.
- So is the murder of five people, Doctor.

The direction of that print
would indicate it came from that way.

Perhaps we should visit the store.
There may be more there now.

Look here, before we do any more visiting,
I want to know exactly what this "it" is.

Look here, before we do any more visiting,
I want to know exactly what this "it" is.

Gentlemen, I understand your impatience.

I know you are concerned with solving
what is essentially a local crime...

...but please believe me,
I am not being coy with you.

If I'm wrong, no harm has been done.
But if I'm correct...

...and the mounting evidence
only fortifies my theory...

...then something incredible has happened
in this desert.

In which case, none of us will dare risk
revealing it, because...

...none of us can risk a nationwide panic.

A panic?

Get the antennae! Get the antennae!

Get the other antenna!

Get the other antenna!
He's helpless without them!

What is it?

Species appears to be
Camponotus vicinus.

Of the family of Formicidae. An ant.

An ant? I don't believe it.
It's not possible!

Then this is what got Ed Blackburn,
Gramps Johnson, and the rest?

Yes. A fantastic mutation.

Probably caused by lingering radiation
from the first atomic bomb.

Notice its odor?

Formic acid?
That's why the girl reacted so violently.

The Coroner said
that Gramps was filled with it.

See that? It's the stinger.

Ants use their mandibles to rend,
tear and hold their victims...

...but they kill with that,
by injecting formic acid.

Mr. Johnson was stung to death.

There's no time to lose.
We must find the colony, the nest.

There's more of them?

This was probably just a scout,
foraging for food.

You heard the sound. The stridulation.

It communicated with others
in the colony.

You mean these things send messages?

Of course. All insects have means
of communication with their own kind!

We may be witnesses
to a Biblical prophesy come true.

"And there shall be destruction
and darkness come upon creation.

"And the Beasts shall reign
over the earth."

Doctor, this nest we're looking for.
How many giant ants will be in it?

General, I really don't know.

If they follow the usual pattern
of their species, the nest...

...depending upon its age,
may contain hundreds or thousands.

...depending upon its age,
may contain hundreds or thousands.

- Thousands, Doctor?
- It's possible.

Look, if we run into thousands
of the thing you killed yesterday...

...it'll take a bomber squadron
plus an infantry regiment to mop up.

How could we keep that a secret?

You're jumping to conclusions, General.

There may not be nearly so many
of these creatures as you suppose.

I'm not supposing anything
after looking at that carcass.

What I can't understand is
why no one has seen them until now.

For one reason, I don't believe
these creatures developed until recently.

For another, their being here...

...in these hundreds of thousands
of square miles of desert is....

No, that isn't it.

- Could I speak to my daughter, please?
- Of course.

Thank you.

Hello, Pat?

- Pat? You there?
- That's not the way to call.

We're Search Able, call Search Baker.

- Right, General?
- Right.

Search Able to Search Baker.

Say, "Over."

Then say, "Over."

Over!

Medford and Baker to Medford and Able.
Go ahead, Dad. Over.

Have you found anything yet?

Say, "Over."

- I just said it.
- I know. Say it again.

Over!

Baker to Able: Not yet.

We're about three quarters
of the way across our sector.

We're now at coordinates: Charlie-6.
Over.

Don't pass up a thing.

Let me know when you find anything.

If you're finished say, "Over and out."

- She knows I'm through talking.
- I know she does.

It's a rule. You've got to say it.
Right, General?

- Right.
- Ridiculous.

- Lot of good your rules will do--
- Over and out.

Now you're happy.

Real calm fellow, isn't he?

Worried about him?

A little. He's not a young man.
He shouldn't have made this trip, but...

A little. He's not a young man.
He shouldn't have made this trip, but...

...he's a scientist and this is
a scientist's dream come true.

Hold it!

Fly back over it
and get as close as you can.

You've just found your missing persons.

Look, Dr. Medford...

...you're being inconsistent.
First, you insist it's top secret.

Nobody else must know or do anything
about getting rid of these big ants.

Correct.
Absolute secrecy is imperative.

But then you turn around and say
that time is the most important thing.

I've been told to take orders from you
and give you what you ask for.

But if time is that important, why not let
me go in tonight with some bombers...

...and wipe out that nest?

If you'll just calm down, General,
I'll explain.

Doctor, please put up that chart.

Time is important,
more so than you realize.

But bombing that nest tonight
would only aggravate our problem.

The reason none of them have been seen
during the day...

...even by the police spotting planes...

...is because they hate
the heat of the desert.

They forage between sunset and dawn,
when it's cool.

So half the colony wouldn't even be
inside the nest tonight.

Our best chance will be during
the hottest part of the day tomorrow.

Our best chance will be during
the hottest part of the day tomorrow.

This illustrates
a typical ant nest.

Observe the details.

Here is the entrance.

These are tunnels, corridors,
and food chambers.

Note the wonderful
and intricate engineering.

Water traps,
so that none will drown during rains.

This is somewhat oversimplified, I admit...

...but it will give you an idea
of what we are up against.

Do you know that some species
of desert ants dig down...

...as deep as 30 feet or more?

That nest we found today
might go down hundreds of feet.

We can pinpoint that opening.
Seal it up for good.

The creatures would only tunnel out
somewhere else.

We don't want that nest damaged.
Not yet.

What do we do?

First, we wait until noon tomorrow.

By that time,
all of them should be within the nest.

To keep them confined in there
is our next problem.

We have two possibilities:

First would be to flood the nest.

Ants will not come through deep water.
They breathe through their sides.

Excuse me, Doctor, there's no water line
within 20 miles of that place.

That's why you asked about
our meteorological station.

Any chance of getting cloud formations?

Nothing that would make
cloud seeding pay off.

Nobody's had any luck
in making rain in this part of the desert.

The second possibility?

Enough heat to drive the ants deeper
down into the nest, and hold them down.

But no bombing?

What about phosphorus? We can lay it
over that mound with bazookas.

That would keep the surface area hot.

What happens after that?

We then drop cyanide gas
into the opening and kill them.

How can you be sure
you'll get all of them?

We go down into the nest and find out.

Don't forget to tap me
when you get that wired, General.

Don't rush me. I'm doing this by the book.

It's the first time
I ever loaded one of these babies.

That makes us even. This is the first time
I've ever given orders to a general.

We should've waited for it to cool more.

We don't dare lose time
getting cyanide into that nest.

Marvelously made.

Marvelous. Tell me,
you only saw the one live ant?

He seemed to be trying to get out,
rather than get us.

He stopped moving when the gas hit him.
Then he dropped out of sight.

Didn't see or hear a thing from then on.

You think they're all dead?

I think so. You used enough gas.

All parts of the nest should have been
thoroughly saturated by now.

If I can still raise an arm
when we get out of here...

...I'll show you
how well saturated I can get.

I'm with you.

If I were younger, I....

What are you made up for?

I'm going with you and Ben.

No, you're not.

Someone with scientific knowledge
has to go.

My father is physically unable to do it.
That leaves me.

That leaves you here. We don't know
what we'll find down there.

One thing for sure,
it's no place for you or any other woman.

She wanted to go, Robert.
As a scientist, I couldn't forbid her.

- A trained observer has to go.
- What for?

There are more important things
than finding dead ants.

- You wouldn't know what to look for!
- You tell us what.

There's no time to give you a course
in insect pathology!

So let's stop talking and get on with it.

Okay.

Don't worry, Dad.

Good luck, Sergeant.

You come last, Pat.

Throw us the rest of the stuff down
when I signal.

Hold it.

They're dead or they would have
attacked us right away.

Look. Held together with saliva.

Spit is all that's holding me together
right now, too.

How come the gas
didn't kill them?

The chamber looked caved in
from the bombing.

Sealed up that way,
the gas couldn't reach them.

If we run into any more
live ones, we're getting out of here.

This is it!

The queen's chamber, and the eggs.

- This is what I was afraid of.
- What's wrong?

They're empty.

- What came out is dead, right?
- Not the ones hatched from these!

- What came out is dead, right?
- Not the ones hatched from these!

Now destroy everything in here.
Burn it!

- What?
- I said burn it. Burn everything!

Very strange.

Most unusual.

No larvae or pupae
in the egg chamber.

They seemed to hatch
directly from the eggs.

I attribute it to the mutation process.

That's the logical conclusion.

You feel sure those two have gone?
You found no winged ants?

We saw only worker ants.

I don't get it.
You act like it was the end of the world.

It could be.

These two empty egg cases
contained queen ants.

Newborn queen ants have wings,
so have their consorts, male ants.

- You found no ants with wings?
- Not a one.

The fact is we didn't destroy
this first nest soon enough!

Two young queen ants hatched out,
dried their wings and flew away...

Two young queen ants hatched out,
dried their wings and flew away...

...each with one or more winged males.
They've gone on their wedding flight.

We needn't worry about the males.
They'll die very quickly, but the queens--

Doctor, are you telling us
there'll be other nests?

A single queen can lay thousands of eggs.

From these will hatch dozens
of other queens, who may in turn....

How far can they fly?

These giants? I don't know.

Ordinary queens of the smaller species
have very limited flying powers.

They're dependent mostly on winds
and thermal currents to carry them along.

They have been found in the stratosphere.
But these giants....

I don't know, you guess.

I thought today was the end of them.

No.

We haven't seen the end of them.

We've only had a view of the beginning
of what may be the end of us.

We'd better inform Washington, General.

Sergeant Peterson.

- Sir?
- What about your superiors?

Do they know these creatures
are causing the crimes in your desert?

No, sir, they don't.

Gen. O'Brien and Dr. Medford
felt that absolute secrecy...

...about the existence of the big ants
was essential.

Do you also think this extraordinary
hush-hush is necessary?

Yes. I don't think there's a police force
anywhere that could handle the panic...

...if people found out
these babies were loose.

Gentlemen, I believe we are ready.

Some of you have displayed incredulous
attitudes towards our reports and photos.

Some of you have displayed incredulous
attitudes towards our reports and photos.

The rest of you are trying to understand
the gravity of our situation...

...but repeatedly ask
how really serious it is.

For your edification,
I have prepared a short film...

...which I hope will give you some idea
of the nature of the creatures we face.

In a small way, of course.

Robert, please turn out the lights.

These ants and related
species are common to most of America.

In fact, you can find them in backyards,
empty lots, and fields...

In fact, you can find them in backyards,
empty lots, and fields...

...throughout the temperate zones
of the world.

They haven't changed in form or habits...

...for more than 50 million years.

Here, for instance, is one such specimen...

...that got himself trapped in amber,
which we know is at least that old.

Now we come
to some different kind of ants.

The big fellow there,
feeding on the smaller, red grease-eaters...

...is of a savage species called
Camponotus vicinus Mayr.

He's of a desert variety.

Very similar to the giant mutations
we found in New Mexico.

There is a side view of a small nest.

Those white objects are ant eggs.

Ants don't see well at all.

They hear, smell and locate objects
with their radar-like antennae.

They hear, smell and locate objects
with their radar-like antennae.

Only after food or an enemy is located
with the antennae...

...are the savage mandibles put to work.

Now, gentlemen,
watch this demonstration of power.

A pebble has blocked
the entrance to the nest.

That creature is determined
to remove the obstacle.

Note how the mandibles are used
to grasp the pebble and pull it aside...

Note how the mandibles are used
to grasp the pebble and pull it aside...

...with only a slight assist
from another ant.

There's the same pebble
on a laboratory scale.

Balancing it, is a dish containing 20 ants.

We've learned that one of these
quarter-inch long insects can lift...

...20 times its own weight.

That's equal to one of you
lifting a ton and a half or more!

Here are rare shots of a newborn queen
and her consorts.

Technically, she should be referred to
as a princess, until after the mating flight.

Technically, she should be referred to
as a princess, until after the mating flight.

Now there is a close shot
of a winged male.

Males are unequipped for survival
beyond the mating and die soon after.

The queen flies on, or more precisely,
is borne by the winds...

The queen flies on, or more precisely,
is borne by the winds...

...until her need prompts her
to seek a place to lay eggs.

Does a queen ever fly away
from her nest once she's established it?

No, never. She loses her wings
after the wedding flight.

See? One has dropped off.

Now she starts her function
of establishing a place...

...in which to lay her eggs
and begin the nest.

Queens live quite a long time.
They continue to lay eggs...

...from the one mating...

...for from 15 to 17 years.

Here are ants at war.

As you can see, ants are savage,
ruthless and courageous fighters.

As you can see, ants are savage,
ruthless and courageous fighters.

This fight lasted 72 hours
between those two alone.

This fight lasted 72 hours
between those two alone.

Ants are the only creatures on Earth
other than man...

...who make war.

They campaign.
They are chronic aggressors.

They make slave laborers
of the captives they don't kill.

None of the ants previously seen by man
were more than an inch in length.

None of the ants previously seen by man
were more than an inch in length.

Most were considerably under that size.

But even the most minute of them
have an instinct and talent for industry...

But even the most minute of them
have an instinct and talent for industry...

...social organization and savagery...

...that makes man look feeble
by comparison.

How large were the ants you found?

The smallest measured
nine feet in body length.

That, gentlemen, is why you are here.

To consider this problem.

And I hope, solve it.
Because unless you solve it...

...unless these queens are located
and destroyed...

...before they've established
thriving colonies and can produce...

...heaven alone knows
how many more queen ants...

...man, as the dominant species
of life on Earth...

...will probably be extinct...

...within a year, Doc?

How about some information,
Senator?

Sorry, no comment.

There must be something you can tell us.

All the newswire services, AP, UP, INS,
are in there, but nothing's coming out.

All the newswire services, AP, UP, INS,
are in there, but nothing's coming out.

No newsmen are being allowed in there.

What was that mysterious
3:00 a.m. meeting about?

Can't tell you a thing, boys, sorry.

There are about a million radio receivers
installed in there, too.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Texans. When bigger stories are told,
Texans will tell them.

Should fit in with the kind of stuff
they're looking for upstairs.

- Know what's going on in this building?
- No.

Real "T.S." stuff. Top Secret.

Okay, we'll meet you at the airport
in 20 minutes.

Says he can have us in Brownsville
in less than three hours.

Good luck, Bob.

They ain't kidding me. Nobody is.
Not you, not anybody.

This isn't a hospital.
This is a loony bin. A nuthouse.

Do you think I'm crazy?
I don't care what you think. I'm not!

I saw those things with my own two eyes!

Do you think anybody could make it up?
A guy would have to be nuts....

You're a flyer. You didn't get that yard
sitting on the ground.

You've seen guys blow their stacks.

Do you think I act and talk
like a guy who has lost his marbles?

Tell us what you saw, Mr. Crotty.

I've told those head-shrinking doctors
four dozen times! I'm sick of it.

I tell them and I get laughed at
and clucked over.

You promise not to laugh at me?

Promise.

Okay.

I was flying south from Corpus Christi,
heading here, Brownsville.

I turned in from the Gulf, heading for
the airport about 20 miles out...

...all of a sudden I see these flying saucers.

Three of them.
One big and two little ones.

I had to do some fancy flying
or they'd have run right into me.

I dived down and landed
in the first place I saw, a street.

I've never been so rattled in my life.

I cracked up a little, sure.

I plowed into an old Ford
and ended up on someone's porch.

Who wouldn't lose their head
after seeing something like that?

- They were flying saucers?
- I don't know what else to call them.

They were shaped...

...like ants.

It sounds crazy
but that's what they were shaped like.

The big one was about 15 feet long
and had wings like a fly.

The other two seemed to be chasing
the big one. One here. Two here.

They zoomed around me like kamikazes.
Scared me out of my pants!

Excuse me, ma'am.

They said that Ford wasn't a new one.
It was all beat up to begin with.

So what's all the beef?

You don't believe me either. Do you?

On the contrary, we do.

You do?

Good.

What direction were these flying saucers
going the last time you saw them?

What direction were these flying saucers
going the last time you saw them?

West, I'd say. Yes, due west.

Will you get me out of here?

- We'll speak to the doctor about it.
- I'd appreciate it.

Try and get my clothes, too.
They only gave me these slippers...

...but not even a rope to hold up my pants.

- We'll be seeing you.
- Be right neighborly if you could help.

I'll sure be hoping.

- Mr. Graham?
- Yes?

How was your talk with Mr. Crotty?

You're wise to keep him locked up, Doctor.

I've recommended his release.
He's not demented.

I'm convinced he's trying to pull
a publicity stunt with this weird story.

The government wants him
to be kept here...

...so he doesn't get any publicity.

The government?

He's to have no visitors.

If any information is given out about him,
you'll be held responsible.

I can't tell you
why this is essential.

We'll let you know as soon as possible.
We'll tell you when he's well.

A bit more than 700 air miles
from White Sands to Brownsville.

Southeast.

This Crotty said they were heading west
when he saw them.

I believe him.

There were strong easterly winds
the day Crotty saw the ants.

There were strong easterly winds
the day Crotty saw the ants.

They'd follow the line of least resistance.

We can surmise that one of the queens,
possibly both of them...

...can create nests in this general area.

We'd better inform
the Mexican authorities...

...and concentrate our search efforts here.

As far south as Panama. As far north as...

...Santa Barbara, on the California coast.

That's an awful lot of area.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Dr. Medford speaking.

What?

I'll be right there.

"A nest hatched aboard a ship at sea."

I'm sure you'll be interested
in this report I just received:

" U.S.S. Milwaukee got radio bearing on
S.S. Viking before signal stopped.

"Milwaukee proceeded at once to location.

"Two seamen from Viking
rescued from sea by Milwaukee.

"Seamen said no survivors remained
aboard Viking.

"Not possible to put aboard
search and rescue party...

"...as Viking was infested
with the giant ants."

Upon my orders, the S.S. Viking
has been sunk with naval gunfire.

Upon my orders, the S.S. Viking
has been sunk with naval gunfire.

This was accomplished
at 0700 this morning.

I don't see how a ship at sea could....

Dr. Medford...

...how could these giant creatures
get aboard that vessel unseen?

The S.S. Viking anchored in Acapulco,
Mexico, for three days and four nights.

It's then and there we believe one
of these missing queen ants flew aboard.

Please give them your information.

"Owners of the S.S. Viking reported
that on hold number one...

"...the hatch cover was off during
the entire time of loading. Even at night.

"The crew had shore leave every night so
only a skeleton crew remained on watch."

It was quite possible for a queen ant
to have flown onto that ship unseen.

An open hold would be inviting as a place
to lay her eggs and hatch out a nest.

I think it's time to inform the public.
It can't be kept a secret indefinitely.

I think it's time to inform the public.
It can't be kept a secret indefinitely.

We can't risk it, sir.

But you already have.

The entire crew of the cruiser Milwaukee
knows about these things now.

They know, but the Milwaukee
will be kept at sea until this is resolved.

What do those flags on the map indicate?

These four indicate where we found
dead male ants.

The most recent finding was about four
days ago near Mt. Wilson in California.

It was decomposed and must have been
there for a month to five weeks.

This flag, at Los Angeles, indicates a lead.

Mr. Graham and Sgt. Ben Peterson
are there now.

They were flown there by Maj. Kibbee
to check on a large sugar theft.

Forty tons, to be exact.

When was this car broken into?

I told you, Friday night.

Yard watchman claims
he didn't see or hear a thing.

What's so important
you got to work on Sunday?

Where's the watchman?

City jail. Any boob knows you need trucks
to carry away 40 tons of stuff.

Said he didn't hear them.
He's either lying or he's deaf.

And he ain't deaf.

- Let's go see him.
- Yeah.

Thanks, buddy.

After spoiling my day off
you could at least tell me...

...how come a government cop
is so interested in this deal.

He's got a sweet tooth.

It's the only job
you've ever had?

I've had a clean record
for 30 years at the railroad.

Yard cop thinks you made a deal
not to see that car broken into.

What sense does that make?

Is sugar rare cargo?
Is there a black market for it?

Did you ever hear of a fence for hot sugar?

If I made a deal with crooks,
it wouldn't be for 40 tons of sugar!

I swear I didn't hear a thing Friday night.

I'll be right back.

That woman just identified the body
of her husband. See him right away.

I've never had anything
to do with crooks. I'm an honest man.

Sure, you can go home now.
Take care of him, will you?

Thank you.

I don't think this happened in a machine.

Any machine that pulled hard enough
to tear his arm off at the shoulder...

...would also have chopped up his face.

Look at the laceration across his chest.

Can't figure it, except he died from shock
and loss of blood.

Thanks very much.

His name's Thomas Lodge.

Police found him, 6:30 a.m.
His car jumped a curb, went into a sign...

...but not hard enough to do that.
They couldn't find the other arm.

His wife said
that he left the house at 5:45.

He had his two kids with him.
No sign of the kids yet.

Mrs. Lodge...

...was your husband accustomed
to taking his boys out so early?

Tom works on Sunday from 9:00 to 7:00.
It's an extra job he had.

Tom works on Sunday from 9:00 to 7:00.
It's an extra job he had.

He works so hard, he doesn't have
much time to spend with Jerry and Mike.

Sundays they get up early
and go somewhere together to play.

Do you know where they might
have gone this morning?

Where?

They go different places.

Last Sunday,
Tom took the boys to the zoo.

They had such a good time.

Tom fixed it with a keeper
so they could get in early...

...and watch the feeding of the animals.

Jerry talked about it all week.

Where else did they go?

Sometimes Tom took them boat riding
at MacArthur Park.

For pony rides and miniature golf.

They always come home so happy.
And so dirty!

I kept asking Tom to do things
where they won't get so dirty.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning them.

Can I see you a moment?

- Rough?
- Yeah.

Bob, these are the two officers
who found Lodge.

- This is Ryan.
- Sutton.

Patrolmen Sutton and Ryan.
This is Bob Graham.

Dr. Medford and Pat are flying here
with Gen. O'Brien tonight.

Kibbee called. He'll be over
after he's had a little breakfast.

Show me on the map
just exactly where you found Lodge.

- Right there.
- And he was dead when you found him?

Where's MacArthur Park?

That's a long ways.

We've got to find out
where he took the kids.

He couldn't have driven far.
He was too cut up.

Is there any area where you found him
where he might've taken the kids...

...for a boat ride or miniature golf?
Pony rides, stuff like that.

I don't know
any miniature golf courses.

Griffith Park is the closest
where they rent horses.

That's a long way, too.
Doesn't his wife know where they went?

No.

Did you make any arrests this morning,
say between 4:00 a.m. and noon?

Yes, sir.

Four. Three drunks and a traffic citation.

I'd like to talk to them.

They might have seen something
that'll help us.

Where were you going
when you were arrested?

I don't know.

I don't even know
where I was coming from.

- How about you?
- I don't know either.

As I said before,
I prefer the informal type of social life.

- I disagree with you.
- Really?

I'm at my best in my white tie and tails.

All right, Beau Brummell, knock it off.

Look, miss....

- All I did was go through a red light.
- At 60 mph?

- Was something chasing you?
- No, I was in a hurry to get home.

Where from?

I spent the night with a sick friend.

I'd rather not mention any names,
he's married.

- Okay, you can go.
- Thank you.

I'm through with them. Let them
go back to the tank and sleep it off.

- All right, let's go.
- With pleasure, sir.

You said there were three?

The other one's in the alcoholic ward
at the hospital.

Practically a permanent resident there.

Let's go talk to him, too.

Sneaked out of here Saturday afternoon.
Back at 5:00 this morning.

You can talk to him,
but I don't think he'll cooperate.

Hey, Admiral, are we gonna be drafted?

No, sir.

Behave yourself, Harry.
This is the man. Mind your manners.

- If he gives you trouble, I'm outside.
- He won't.

Hello, Jensen. How are you?

How do, gentlemen? Looking for recruits?

Not today.

- Jensen, you come here often, don't you?
- I like it here.

- What have you been doing lately?
- Same as always, nothing.

But I got some deals on.

Sure.

You didn't see anything unusual
yesterday or this morning, did you?

No, nothing unusual. Same as always.

They're gone now.

I saw some little airplanes this morning.

Didn't seem big enough
for them to get into.

Big enough for who?

The ants.

I'd like to get out of here,
but I ain't joining the Army to do it!

- You can't make me, there's laws!
- We know.

Jensen, what kind of ants did you see?

Big ones.

Ain't there now.

- Mostly at night I see them.
- Where?

General, I'll make a deal with you:

If you make me a sergeant in charge
of the booze, and I'll enlist.

Make me a sergeant
in charge of the booze!

Make me a sergeant
in charge of the booze!

- Exactly where do these ants show up?
- In the river.

In the river.

I saw it once when it had water in it.

Now, when was that?

Let me see.

In the river bed.

Those big openings in the sides
are like sewer outlets.

Jensen, how long have you been
seeing these things?

A long time. How long have I been here?

The doctor says he was first admitted
five months ago.

Thanks, Mac.

Take me with you and I'll enlist, I promise.

Make me a sergeant!

Give me the booze!
Make me a sergeant. Give me the booze!

Please, my nerves!

Which way is the hospital, Ryan?

Right over there.

Ben, come here.

Pretty good model of a kid's idea of an L-1.

Get on the radio and contact Mrs. Lodge.

Find out if the kids ever owned
a plane like that. Wait for a report.

Right.

Here's tire marks.

New tires. Lodge had new tires
on his car, didn't he?

Yeah.

Hey, Bob! Ben!

It's them all right.

I don't smell formic acid, do you?

No, but it could all fall right into place.

Lodge and his kids
down here flying their model plane.

Suddenly, the ants attack.

Lodge fights to protect his kids.

Somehow, he breaks away,
gets into his car, and drives off.

But what about the kids?

Maybe they ran away.

No, we'd have picked them up by now.

Unless they ran in here.

Mr. Graham!

That model plane
belonged to the Lodge kids.

The husband used to bring
the boys down here to fly it.

Got to be the same plane, same color.
And there's no model plane at home.

Where do these things go?
I mean, how far do they go?

Don't know for sure, but there's more
than 700 miles of them under the city.

Why is the Army
sending troops into L.A.?

And a Marine regiment?

Why a special press
conference at 5:00 on a Sunday?

- You'll just have to wait.
- Why all the VIPs from Washington?

Has the cold war gotten hot?

Gentlemen, come in now.

This is the most serious crisis
this city has ever faced.

There's no time for questions.
Listen carefully...

...so you can report the facts
to your newspapers.

This is Dr. Harold Medford
of the Department of Agriculture.

Gen. O'Brien, Air Force Intelligence.

Gen. James, Army Intelligence.
The others you know.

- Ready, sir?
- One moment.

- Set, Charlie?
- You're on.

We interrupt all radio and television
programs indefinitely.

Keep your radio and television sets
turned on. This is an emergency.

Keep your radio and television sets
turned on. This is an emergency.

I repeat, this is an emergency!

"By direction of the President
of the United States...

"...and the Governor of the State
of California, and the Mayor...

"...the city of Los Angeles is...

"...in the interests of public safety,
hereby under martial law.

"Curfew is at 1800 hours.

"Any persons on the street or outside
their quarters after 6:00 p.m...

"Any persons on the street or outside
their quarters after 6:00 p.m...

"...will be subject to arrest
by military police."

Now as for the reasons
for this most drastic decision:

A couple of months ago in the New Mexico
desert, giant ants were discovered.

They're similar in appearance
to the ones you're familiar with.

They're similar in appearance
to the ones you're familiar with.

Except they are mutations,
ranging in size from 9 to 12 feet in length.

Except they are mutations,
ranging in size from 9 to 12 feet in length.

The New Mexico colony was destroyed,
but two queen ants escaped.

One has been found and destroyed.
The other has not yet been found.

It has established a nest in the storm
drains beneath the streets of Los Angeles.

It has established a nest in the storm
drains beneath the streets of Los Angeles.

It's not known how long this nest
has been established...

...or how many of these
lethal monsters have hatched.

Maybe a few, maybe thousands.

If new queen ants have hatched
and escaped this nest...

...other American cities may be in danger.

These creatures are extremely dangerous.

They've already killed
a number of persons.

Stay in your homes.
I repeat, stay in your homes!

Your personal safety,
the safety of the entire city...

...depends upon your full cooperation
with the military authorities.

You got a pass to be down here, lady?

- No, but I'm with Mrs. Lodge.
- This is a restricted area. Let's go.

Hold it, Sergeant!

- This is the mother--
- They have no pass--

Go talk to the general.

Good evening, Mrs. Lodge.

- Is there any word yet?
- No, not yet.

We've got an awful lot of people
to help find them.

- This may take awhile. Why not go home?
- Oh, no.

- I want to be here when--
- Sure. Take it easy and try not to worry.

Since time is of the essence...

...I recommend we pour gasoline
into those drains and light it.

It'll burn out anything in there
and we can still control the fire...

...so there'll be no property damage
on the street.

Any ants that get through,
the troops can take care of.

We can't do that until we know
whether those two kids are in there.

Think there's a chance they're still alive?

Are we supposed to jeopardize
the lives of everyone for children...

...who in all probability are already dead?

- Ask their mother that question.
- She's right over there.

I see what you mean.

We not only have her to think of,
but as I told you before...

...we can't risk fire until we know
if any new queens have hatched...

...and flown out of this nest.
Where's Gen. O'Brien?

- He's over there by the command car.
- Thank you.

- Can we start now, General?
- I think so.

- How about it, Major?
- Waiting for more coverage to the north.

Contact the northern units, soldier.

- Northern units come in.
- How about the south?

All drains as far as Long Beach...

...are covered by bazookas
or flamethrowers.

- Openings of these drains?
- Police and Marines are covering.

How about it, soldier?

Can't contact northern units, sir.

Let's go ahead anyway.

Gen. O'Brien to all search units:
Proceed into storm drains!

- Yes, sir?
- Get moving.

Come on, boys,
let's get rolling!

Roll them out of here!

Watch yourself, Bob.

Graham in drain 203.

Graham in drain 203. In six-tenths
of a mile, nothing to report. Over.

Medford in drain 207.

Medford in drain 207.
In half of a mile. Nothing to report, over.

Peterson in drain 223.

Peterson in 223, we're in six-tenths
of a mile. Nothing to report, over.

This is Kibbee in drain 192.

Repeat, Kibbee in 192, in eight-tenths.
Nothing to report, over.

Repeat, Kibbee in 192, in eight-tenths.
Nothing to report, over.

Wait a minute, hold it.

Kill the motor.

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

This is Peterson! Stop all motors!

This is Peterson! Stop all motors!

This is Peterson in drain 223.

Peterson in drain 223. We're in
just over a mile. I hear something.

There it is again. Stand by.

Where does this thing go?

That pipe runs into a main line
drain that isn't finished yet.

Still in the construction stage.

Give me a hand.

Tell them where I'm going.

Peterson is going through
the connecting feeder to drain 267.

We've heard what may be the kids.
Repeat, we've heard what may be the kids.

Stand by.

- There's construction down there?
- Yeah.

- Tell O'Brien to turn the work lights on.
- Right.

My map shows a portion of drain 267
is unfinished...

...with construction postponed
for the last 60 days.

If they've left work lights installed,
turn them on. Stand by.

If they've left work lights installed,
turn them on. Stand by.

Mike? Jerry? Are you there?

- Yes, we're here!
- Schmitty, they're alive!

They're alive.

Tell Mrs. Lodge her boys are alive.

Mike, Jerry, stay where you are!
We'll get you out, but don't move!

Mike, Jerry, stay where you are!
We'll get you out, but don't move!

There's two ants in here.

I got a strong brood odor,
like in the New Mexico nest!

Report that to O'Brien.
Tell him I must be near the nest.

I can't use the flamethrower.
The kids are right in the line of fire.

Tell O'Brien to send in troops.

Peterson says it has the same
smell as the nest in New Mexico.

"Brood odor," he calls it.
He asks for troops to be sent in.

He's found the nest!

To all units, condition red.
Drain 267 is the target area!

Repeat, condition red.
Drain 267 is the target area!

Repeat, condition red.
Drain 267 is the target area.

O'Connors, bring up my jeep.
I hope we've found this nest in time.

Mike, Jerry, get in the corner!

Come on Jerry, Mike,
let's get out of here!

Come on, Mike.

We're going through this pipe.
There's a man at the other end.

Keep crawling until you get down there.
Understand?

Grab hold. Go on.

Keep crawling, to the other end.

Put your light over there!

Keep at them!

Ben.

- How about the kids, Ben?
- They're okay.

The pipe....

Medics!

- Stop the firing!
- Cease fire!

No more explosives,
we can't risk closing off the nest.

Is there any type of gas we can use?

We can't take a chance,
might poison the whole city.

We must locate the egg chamber,
find out if any new queens have hatched.

Medics!

Start digging, you guys.

Hurry up, dig.

Hold it. Don't burn anything
until we get the okay.

- General, where's Dr. Medford?
- He's coming.

Is this it, Doctor?

New princess ants.
New queens.

This is the egg chamber.
The same as we found in New Mexico.

Are we too late?

Fortunately, we're in time.

I'm certain no new queens have escaped
from this nest.

The job will be done
when these are destroyed.

Okay, burn them out.

Pat, if these monsters are a result
of the first atomic bomb in 1945...

...what about all the others
that have been exploded since then?

I don't know.

Nobody knows, Robert.

When man entered the atomic age,
he opened a door into a new world.

What we'll eventually find
in that new world, nobody can predict.