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DANA: It began in earnest, several years ago.

A project of such scope, such unparalleled magnitude,

it dwarfed everything that had come before.

It was located inside a vacant old house,

in rural DeKalb County, Illinois.

The perfect cover for a classified government experiment.

Or so we thought.

...Washington security code transmission.

Outfitted with all the latest in motion-detection

and surveillance equipment,

the house was a virtual prison

for Dr. Arden Westmont, the bio-engineer in charge of the project.

A brilliant scientist,

he was chosen not only for his impressive genetics experience,

but also his ability to work alone,

in an isolated environment.

His methods, though somewhat radical, proved quite effective.

Perhaps too effective.

A United States Defense Department operation,

the Carnivore-3 project, fell under the jurisdiction

of the Defense Intelligence Agency's bio-weapons division,

a little known segment of our great bureaucracy,

dedicated to finding bigger, better,

and more heinous ways to kill people.

Westmont's creation, a hybrid species that would revolutionize

the state of warfare as we know it,

was his greatest achievement to date,

raising more than a few eyebrows at the Pentagon.

The Carnivore, or Carnie, as it had come to be known...

Hey...

...exceeded all of our expectations.

It understood language.

Had developed a mutating healing system that rivaled anything in nature,

and except for what we thought was a minor pheromone imbalance,

it seemed quite controllable.

That, however, was all about to change.

WESTMONT: Okay, Burroughs, you shit!

(GRUNTS) Take that.

That'll teach you to keep me cooped up in this stinking old house.

Genetic lab in the middle of nowhere.

Here, suck on this, honey.

Uh! Love it.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

What are you so feisty about tonight, huh?

You like that leg of lamb I got you?

(CARNIE GRUNTING)

Yeah, I'll get you some pretzels next time.

I paid some really good government money for that.

Your pheromone level's a little high.

Hmm.

You need to get laid, big time.

That'll help you distinguish the difference between fear and arousal.

Hell, what am I talking about?

I'm the one who needs to get laid.

He wouldn't know a good piece of ass if he ate it.

(SCOFFS)

Christ! He probably would eat it. Goddamn savage.

Okay, Carnie, I've got a shot for you.

We've really got to get this pheromone situation under control,

before you're gonna be of any use to the Defense Department.

(BEEPING)

Okay, Carnie, come on out here.

Come here. Come on.

Carnie, give me your arm.

Carnie, quit playing games. We've really got to do this.

Come on, bring your arm here. Okay.

Carnie, will you give me your arm?

Come on.

Good. Good.

God damn it, Carnie. Come here.

Carnie. (GROWLING)

Carnie.

(GROWLS)

(GROANS)

Oh, that's just bloody great.

God!

Shit!

Oh, you really make my day, Carnie.

Oh, shit!

Carnie, you've really done it now.

Oh.

Oh, God!

Oh, shit!

(GRUNTING)

Oh, the bureau's not gonna like this.

(GROANS)

(CARNIE GRUNTING)

DANA: And so began what would become the worst day of my life.

The creature had escaped.

It was loose in the house.

And while Dr. Westmont lay dead in the lab,

it remained business as usual

for those of us back in Washington.

I need not remind anyone

but these proceedings carry a code Alpha, top secret security classification.

Then we'll start with an MJ-12 update from General Stalwart.

General?

Thank you, sir.

There's nothing unusual to report from the Majestic-12 group.

Project Aquarius is proceeding normally.

We're continuing the selective education program

with the EVE's help and guidance.

And all our covert operations are on target.

What about this continued dissent among your ranks, General?

Pardon me, sir, but if you're referring to Agents Falcon, Condor,

or any of the others who are trying to go public

with certain classified information,

may I remind you that during their involvement in this operation,

they were not part of my ranks.

With all due respect, sir,

I do not feel they're my responsibility or concern.

I believe that the DIA itself should handle this problem.

General Stalwart, neither I nor the DIA have the time nor the patience

to babysit a bunch of yellow-bellied agents

intent on destroying everything we've worked for here.

The army is responsible for the security of this operation.

I expect you to secure it.

Do what you have to do to discredit the dissidents.

Silence them if need be.

Yes, sir.

Anything else, General?

No, sir.

Thank you, General Stalwart.

Now, let's move to the CV-3 summary

from Project Commander, Dana Anderson, Fire Weapons division.

Dana?

Thank you, Director Burroughs.

Well, as of Dr. Westmont's report

at 2300 hours, last evening,

everything regarding the Carnivore-3 project is proceeding right on schedule.

Dr. Westmont is very close to communication with the beast.

He also feels that it could in fact be trained

for whatever purpose the Defense Department deems necessary.

There still have been no breaches of security?

No, sir.

The cover story of the house being vacant has helped.

In fact, some of the locals even think the place is haunted.

(ROCK SONG PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

SCOTT'S MOM: Scott, honey, is that you?

Yeah, Mom, I'm home.

How was your workout?

Fine, thanks. I'll be up in my room if you need me.

Okay.

(HUMMING)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)

(LOWERS VOLUME)

Hi, Mrs. Kyle. Is Marc there?

Thank you.

Hey, man. What's up?

Hey, did you talk to your girlfriend?

Yeah.

Oh, is her sister coming with?

Cool.

So you still want to take them up to the old house?

Sure. We can get in.

Don't worry.

Yeah, I'll have my brother pick us up some beers.

Hey, a little liquor and a good skirt will put any woman horizontal.

Especially when she's with me.

(CHUCKLES)

Right.

Okay, how about I pick you up about 7:30

and then we'll get the girls about 8:00?

Cool. All right, man. I'll talk to you then.

Bye.

Yes!

Say that again!

When Dr. Westmont didn't report in at his usual time,

I got concerned.

You know how prompt he is. -Right.

So then I grabbed a tape from the closed circuit recording yesterday...

You're not gonna believe what's on there.

Are you sure that Westmont's dead?

Westmont is dead and the creature's loose.

All right.

Get on the phone to Security.

I'm gonna have to go down there and check it out.

And have Gary fire up those video tapes,

because I wanna look at them before I go.

Right away, Dana.

This is a classified communication for DIA Director Burroughs.

His ears only.

Codename "Mercury."

Reporting a CV-3 biohazard.

Status yellow. Emergency.

(CARNIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREECHES)

WESTMONT ON TAPE: Oh, shit!

All surveillance systems seem to be online at the house.

Computer's shut down the lab diagnostics in the environmental system.

But everything else is operational.

Okay.

Okay.

WESTMONT: Oh, the bureau's not gonna like this.

(GROANING)

That's enough.

So. Your opinion.

Is it still in the house?

My guess would be yeah.

If it went upstairs and it can't handle sunlight,

it's probably trying to get back into the lab.

Back to a familiar environment.

(SCREECHING)

Miss Anderson, the limo's on its way.

I'll be right there, Carol. -Okay.

Thanks, Gary.

No problem.

Hey...

Good luck. -Thanks.

(SCREECHING)

(BANGING)

Gary, I want those tapes of the Carnivore lab accident last night

filed under a Delta Code, Class-B.

Mine and the President's eyes only. Understand?

Excuse me, sir, but Delta Code?

Isn't that not to be used except...

Just do it, Mister!

Do it now!

Yes, sir.

Who did you send with Anderson?

Liddy and North, sir.

Good.

Hey, Liddy, can you believe she fell asleep?

Yeah, she seems like the type.

I wonder if we should even wake her up before we get to the air base.

And just leave her.

Hmm. We could leave her.

Pain in the ass.

Bitch.

I don't like her.

I don't like her either.

We could always shove her right into traffic.

Don't fucking tempt me.

NORTH: You believe all that tranquilizer gun crap?

LIDDY: That's bullshit.

I didn't modify my own weapon

to have her tell me I can't use it.

Christ!

This.

Piece of work.

I redesigned the bolt action

for a more effective blow back.

Tightened the recoil spring, replaced the firing pin.

One of my own designs.

Adjusted the trigger bridge. Plus,

feel the weight of that baby.

Huh? Huh?

Damn! -Huh?

Sweet, isn't it?

Gives me a hard on.

I customized the load distribution and rebalanced the body.

I put my own stacks.

Hell, I even fabricated the clips.

Cut back on excess reloads.

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some

bureaucratic bitch run my ass.

Little piece of shit tranquilizer gun.

Fuck. When I walk into that house

I'm shooting the first thing that moves.

Bitch thinks we're going on a fucking safari.

I heard all that.

Damn!

I say we leave her.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

MARC: Well, are you gonna knock on the door or what?

SCOTT: I'm not gonna knock. It's your girlfriend's house. You knock.

Chicken shit.

How do I look?

You look great, man. But your shoe's untied.

Hey, knock it off, man.

Hi.

Hi, babe.

Hi. You guys remember my sister Bobbi.

Bobbi, this is Scott.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

Hi.

So, you ready?

Let's go.

So, what's this big secret about where you guys are taking us?

You'll see.

It's not going to be someplace scary, is it?

'Cause I hate scary places.

No, don't worry about it. You'll love it.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, man, did your brother get beverage?

Yeah, I got it in the back. Cool!

You guys got beer?

Oh, yeah.

All right. Can we have some now?

Can't you wait till we're away from the house, Dee?

Mom and Dad are probably watching.

Good idea.

Okay, fine.

This is gonna be great.

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

MARC: Whoo! (ROCK MUSIC BLARING ON CAR STEREO)

Yeah!

Whoo!

After all that, I certainly hope you hit something.

Your sister looks dead to me.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

Aren't you afraid we'll get caught with all this beer?

Oh, Bobbi, don't be such a dweeb.

We do this all the time.

Yeah, it's no biggie.

So, you guys gonna tell us now where you're taking us?

We are going where no man has gone before.

What? Outer space?

Yeah. Scotty, beam me up another beer.

(SHUSHING)

No! We are going to the house of the rising penis!

DEE: Marc! -SCOTT: Oh, Marc!

Don't tell me we're going to the old Romero house.

Okay. I won't.

(LAUGHING)

Marc, is that really where we're going?

Yeah.

Oh, cool! God, I've always wanted to check that place out.

Yeah, I know. That's why I suggested it.

I told you guys I hate scary places.

Come on, Bobbi, it's gonna be fun.

Yeah, what's to be afraid of?

It's just an old house.

Just an old haunted house. Just an old haunted house.

Ooo! Ooo!

I heard the old man still lives there.

That's a bunch of shit. Old man Romero died years ago.

Yeah. But they say that his spirit still walks the house at night.

Guarding the house from intruders.

People have claimed to see the lights going on and off,

weird screams coming from the basement.

Like someone being tortured.

Hey, there's talk of a wild creature that lives in the place.

It eats people. Ah!

(ALL LAUGHING)

It's not funny, guys.

Oh, come on, sis. Just lighten up.

At least try to have a good time, okay?

(MOUTHING)

DANA: We flew in to Chicago on a government charter,

then picked up a car for the remainder of the trip to the house.

Naturally, the plane was delayed.

We were two hours behind schedule,

and I hadn't peed since somewhere over Ohio.

Listen, guys. You think we could find a place to pull over?

I have got to use the ladies room.

Sorry, ma'am. No time for that.

Well, then, maybe you've got a colostomy bag I can pee into.

Here you are, ma'am.

You can't be serious.

Yes, ma'am. -Yes, ma'am.

Would you prefer a bedpan, ma'am?

(LOUD BANGING)

(BEEPING)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)

Why are we stopping here?

The house is right there, past all the trees.

You mean we have to walk through there?

Oh, Bobbi, come on.

MARC: Let's go. Come on.

SCOTT: Okay.

Do you need help?

Hey, Marc, you wanna give me a hand with some of the stuff in the back?

Sure.

Uh, this is weird out here.

Yeah, you better watch out for all those clowns

with machetes roaming around.

Clowns with machetes?

Or guys wearing hockey masks.

SCOTT: Get back here.

Great.

Hey, Dee. -What?

Think fast.

What's this?

What's it look like?

A sleeping bag?

You got it.

You mean you guys are planning on spending the night up here?

Well, if that's the plan, you can count me out.

No way.

Oh, come on, babe. It will be really romantic.

Mmm. We'll see.

Look, if you don't want to stay you don't have to.

Let me take the stuff in

and I can drive you back home.

No, that's okay.

I don't want to ruin it for everyone.

But I'm not spending the night here.

Okay.

Well, we'll just take the stuff in, in case we get cold, huh?

Yeah, right.

SCOTT: Come on, you animals. Let's go.

Yeah. Hey, you got the flashlight?

Yeah. Here.

You can have the bigger one. -Thanks.

It'll be a nice change of pace for you.

Oh. Comedy.

Yeah, well, Dee ain't complaining.

Are you, babe? -No.

Not yet.

(CHUCKLES)

I thought you knew where this place was.

I did know where it was.

I just don't know where it is.

Wait. Seriously.

Check it out.

Stay close.

SCOTT: Would you flash on all those bats?

BOBBI: Bats?

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

I'm not kidding.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHS) We got some great rigs here.

You guys are just sick.

Hey, what the hell was that?

Um, it was the wind.

Yeah, it was the wind.

Yeah, it was just the wind.

DEE: This place is creepy.

BOBBI: Yeah.

Look, it's just the wind.

It's just an old house.

Are we gonna stay out here and look at this beautiful structure all night,

or are we gonna go inside?

Well, you go first then.

Okay, I will.

After you.

(LAUGHS)

Come on. Get goin'. Get goin'.

(CREAKING OPEN)

Hey, this isn't that bad.

Oh, man, I don't know, check this out.

Somebody really blasted this door.

No joke.

It's disgusting. Sure could use a woman's touch.

Oh, I could use a woman's touch.

Huh? What was that, Scott?

Nothing.

Hey, a fireplace! I wonder if it works.

A fireplace?

See? I told you guys somebody lived here.

Now, can we go before we get caught?

Chill out, Bobbi. Nobody lives here.

(SIGHS) Dee, you're such a delight.

(GASPS)

You asshole!

You almost gave me a heart attack, you son of a bitch.

Don't you ever do that again.

Payback.

It's a bitch, isn't it?

Hey, this looks like a good place to hang out. What do you think?

Yeah, it looks cool.

Yeah, it's really nice.

Hey.

Look at this.

What's this?

Oh, it's a book!

I'm telling you, guys, somebody lives here.

Look, kids come from school like to come up here all the time.

Somebody probably just left it here.

I've never heard of anybody actually coming inside this place.

Most people I know are too chicken.

Don't you think if somebody lived here,

they'd have chased us out by now?

Well, maybe they went out and haven't come home yet.

Give me a break, Bobbi.

Where do you want it, Scott?

We really shouldn't be eating this stuff.

There's so much cholesterol and not to mention all the other...

Hey, will you knock it off with all this health crap, Mr. Jack LaLanne?

That is the only food joint around for miles.

Thought you might be a little concerned about your health.

And we're police officers...

Oh, oh, oh, oh. All right.

You're not here to think, mister.

You just drive.

Let me do the thinking.

WOMAN: Sheriff Holt, come in please.

This is Sheriff Holt.

I hate to disturb your dinner, Sheriff,

but we got another call for trespassers at the old Romero house.

Another one?

Those damn kids never learn, do they?

No, sir.

Hey, any idea who keeps calling these in?

No, sir.

It sounded like the same person

who calls every time some kid steps foot on property.

But I still can't figure out who it might be.

Yeah. Well, me neither.

(LAUGHING)

"Me neither."

Oh, well. I guess we'll go over there as soon as we finish eating.

Roger, Sheriff. Out.

Are we gonna roll on that call now? What if it's serious?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Twice a month this happens.

Like clockwork.

Bunch of kids nose around,

trying to scare their girlfriends.

They all think it's a spook house.

Hell, if I had a dollar

for every drunken, horny teenager I chased away from that place,

I'd be a very rich man.

Hey, look. Here comes a car.

Oh, good observation, Einstein.

I might've thought it was a plane, or maybe a UFO.

I mean, maybe he's speeding.

Go ahead.

I know you're gonna ask me.

Turn on the radar.

I got this one. -No problem.

Five bucks says he's doing the limit.

You're on. This one's going at least 70.

Okay. Here he comes.

Get a bead on them, cowboy.

Oh, oh, oh! Got 'em. Got 'em.

Oh, oh! We got 'em.

Oh, look at that! Oh! Shit.

How the hell did that happen?

(LAUGHS)

You kill me, you know that?

(LAUGHING)

Oh, it was real close though.

Come on, cough it up.

You're such a stupid shit.

How long till we arrive?

ETA roughly 73 minutes, ma'am.

Damn!

Excuse me, ma'am?

Can't you drive any faster?

Exceeding the posted speed limit

might bring unwanted attention to this vehicle, ma'am.

Code-11 security precaution.

I'm sure you understand.

Oh, brother!

MARC: So when the guy gets out of the car.

Being a nice guy, he goes around to her side of the car

to open her door.

But when he gets there, his eyes bulge!

He tells the girl to stay in the car.

Because there, on the door handle,

is a shiny, bloody metal hook.

(GROANS) Oh!

You see, this Hookman was right there at the car, ready to open the door

when the guy took off out of lover's lane.

BOBBI: This is creepy.

Yeah, a real nice story.

SCOTT: Even weirder part is when they went to call the police

and the police finally got there,

the hook was gone.

Oh, great. So this Hookman is still roaming around someplace?

So they say.

I don't believe it.

Well, I do.

Look at all the crazies out there these days.

I won't be surprised if some lunatic with a hook

was running around killing people.

BOBBI: Can we talk about something else?

Hey, I've got an idea.

SCOTT: Oh, first one this year! Way to go, bro.

No, man!

I was gonna say, why don't we, like, check this place out.

You wanna do some exploring?

Yeah. -Yeah, that sounds good.

What do you say?

No, you guys go ahead.

I'll just stay down here.

And do what, sis? Talk to the rats?

(LAUGHS)

You're gonna stay down here all alone?

Okay.

What do you say?

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

BOBBI: It's not my idea of fun.

Why do you want to go somewhere

where we don't even know if it's safe or not.

(CARNIE GRUNTING)

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Ding! Ding! Second floor.

Lingerie to the right. Pearls to the left.

Do you know that men think about sex a thousand times a day?

What has that got to do with me?

I can't believe it! Were you guys just gonna leave me down there?

Yes. -Yes.

That is so rude to just leave me down there all by myself.

I can't believe that you will not shut up.

One minute, Bobbi. Just one minute without you whining, okay?

Hey, you guys. Let's go check this out over here.

Let's go in.

MARC: This looks like the master bedroom.

SCOTT: No shit, Sherlock.

Hey, what do you say we come back up here a little later, huh?

Maybe. Be a good boy.

There's nothing in here but a bed, man. Let's keep going.

What did you expect to find up here, needle dick? A Ferrari?

Oh, very funny.

You know, you're a regular comedian, Marc.

(SLAMS DOOR)

I thought it was funny.

God!

(YELLING)

The Hookman strikes.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you guys can't even take a little joke.

Needle dick was funny though, huh?

My God, look at the ceiling.

Hmm. Wonder what fell through there.

Don't go under there, something might fall on you.

Hey, I wonder what's behind door number two over here.

Let's go find out. -Let's go.

Looks like this leads to the attic.

Let's check it out.

Uh, it's probably all dirty cobwebs and shit.

What's the matter, Marc? Getting cold feet?

Who, me? Hell no!

(STUTTERING) But what if the Hookman's up there?

I'm the Hookman!

Get going.

You're a creep.

It's just a joke.

(MARC SNIFFS)

I smell rotting flesh.

SCOTT: Smells like the school gym to me.

What would you do if there really was a Hookman?

MARC: (CHUCKLES) I'd beat his ass.

Running.

(LAUGHING)

DEE: Oh, God! Two studs we have with us.

BOBBI: I just want to go home.

MARC: She just wants to go home.

DEE: Quit whining, Bobbi. Jeez!

(DOOR CREAKING)

Okay. It looks safe.

Come on.

Stay close.

SCOTT: Hey, Marc.

Hey, Marc.

What?

Looks like your bedroom. -Real funny.

Hey!

(LAUGHING)

Oh, this is gross.

DEE: You okay, Bobbi?

You good? You think so?

I think so.

DEE: Oh, cobwebs.

(GASPS)

(SIGHS) God! Now I'm even afraid of my own refection.

SCOTT: You sure you're okay?

Yes, I'll be fine.

Okay.

MARC: Hey, look at this.

This thing is ancient.

Must be worth a fortune.

Yeah, there's probably a lot of antiques around here.

I'm surprised nobody's looted this place.

I bet you those stories about nobody ever setting foot in this place are true.

If they are, we just cashed in on a goldmine.

Don't tell me you guys are gonna steal this stuff.

Why not? It's not like it belongs to anybody anymore.

She's right. If it did, somebody would've claimed it by now.

I'll tell you what.

We'll come back up here later and put some of this stuff in our sleeping bags.

Fine with me.

Hey, what do you say we go back down

and check out the rest of this place?

Yeah. Who knows what we might find.

That scares me.

Mmm!

Would you come on!

Yes.

BOBBI: God!

This is crazy.

(YELLS PLAYFULLY)

DANA: Well, thank you, God.

Now that you two boys had to stop anyway,

I'm going over to those bushes to relieve myself.

Meanwhile, why don't you change the tire?

Please do something with this.

(SCOFFS)

Hey, y'all need some help over there?

Situation is under control.

Officer.

They're wearing sunglasses, Kyle.

I know. It looks like they're either drug dealers or government types.

Or Halloween's come early this year.

Well, from the looks of the car, I'd say government.

A drug dealer wouldn't be caught dead in a car like that.

You know, moon bathing is prohibited after midnight. (LAUGHS)

The moon...bathing.

Okay. Guess there's not a lot of moon left anyway, huh?

Okay. It's enough of that. Let's go.

I don't know, Marty. They look pretty suspicious to me.

Don't you think we should check them out?

We have children to apprehend.

Come on, Dick Tracy. Come on.

Let's go.

Drive.

Let's roll on out.

(LAUGHING)

Excuse me. What are you doing?

Why haven't you changed the tire?

Well, ma'am, we've been trained in survival skills.

Unfortunately, those skills regard survival

after destruction of a vehicle.

Not repairs or tire changing.

You mean to tell me that neither of you men have ever changed a tire?

BOTH: No, ma'am.

Oh, great.

Okay, boys, time for a training exercise.

Let's roll those sleeves up and pop that trunk open.

I can only hope that our efficient government

has provided this car with a jack and a spare.

Otherwise, one of you two is carrying me to our destination.

Yes, ma'am.

Wanna do some exploring of our own?

I'd love to.

Hey, you guys.

We're gonna do a little look around by ourselves, okay?

Yeah, no problem. -What?

I mean, Bobbi and I can keep ourselves occupied, right?

Don't get any ideas. -I wasn't getting any ideas.

How can you leave me alone with this guy?

You have to be such a stick in the mud.

Live a little.

Besides, Scott's harmless. -Yeah, that's right.

Come on. -Dee.

Later.

Hey, you guys have a good time.

Don't let the Hookman get you.

I can't believe she just did that.

She's always thinking with her crotch.

Well, uh... Why don't we just take advantage of this.

I mean, check out the rest of the house.

Don't worry, I won't do anything you won't let me do.

Okay? -I know.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

I'm sorry for being such a bitch,

it's just that Dee really pisses me off sometimes.

You mean, all the time?

Yes, all the time.

Well, let's... Let's just go take a walk.

What do you say?

All right. -All right?

Guess it can't hurt. -You wanna lead?

No. -Okay.

Oh, they really disappeared fast.

Where did they go? (CARNIE GRUNTING)

This place is a maze.

I think we're gonna lose Marc and Dee up here.

You know, Bobbi, now that we're alone,

I wanted to tell you something... (FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)

Marc and I were talking... -(SHUSHING) Listen.

(GRUNTING)

I think they're trying to scare us.

Oh, is this another Marc practical joke?

You know, I'm really not into this.

Come out, come out.

Can we just go downstairs?

We might as well. We'll probably just get lost up here anyhow.

Have a good time, you guys.

(CARNIE GRUNTING)

You want a...

You want a beer?

Sure.

Hey!

What's the matter?

Those guys took all the beer.

I can't believe they did that.

Oh, look, here's one of the empties.

Oh, gross.

What now?

What is that?

God, that's sick.

Probably, Marc's idea of a joke.

Oh, very funny.

He's just a scream and a half.

Ugh!

How'd he do that?

I don't know.

I don't know!

I don't know.

(GROWLS)

Marc. -What?

Look out, Marc.

What?

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God, Marc!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, my God.

(SCREAMING)

(DEE SCREAMING)

What's that?

Come on. -Dee?

Come on, come on.

Is that Dee?

Quit stalling, come on.

Dee! -(GASPS) Oh, God!

We got to get out of here.

We got to get out of here now.

What happened?

It's Marc... We got to get out of here.

All right, all right.

All right, all right, just take her downstairs.

I'll check the room. -We got to go.

Calm down. Just take her downstairs.

You'll be all right. Calm down. -You don't understand.

Take her downstairs, okay?

We got to get out of here.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, Marc.

I don't know what you did, but you got Dee scared.

What the hell did you do?

Come on, where are you?

What are you doing here?

Come on, it's not funny, Marc.

Man, you've got me scared.

What the hell are you doing over here?

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

Bobbi, Dee!

Get the hell out of here!

I'm right behind you.

Go! Go, go, go, go!

(GROWLS)

(GASPS)

(GROWLS) (SHOUTS)

Come on.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS) Shit!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is going on here?

Thank God, you're here, you've gotta help us.

Something happened upstairs.

Oh, yeah, yeah, hold on.

Sure it did?

There's this thing upstairs, it killed my boyfriend.

There's a thing up there, Kyle. Killed her boyfriend.

(FOOTSTEPS THUMPING)

We gotta go.

All right, no, no, no, no, hold on. Now wait.

All right, we'll take care of things in here, okay.

You just stay right here, all right?

(CARNIE GROWLING)

It's got Scott up in there now.

All right, now, okay, okay.

Please. -All right, all right.

Come on. Come on, now.

Marty, why don't I stay down here and watch the girls,

you go upstairs and check it out. -Hurry!

You want me to go? Come on. Do something.

You go look around and I'll stay here.

All right.

All right, now shut up, shut up!

We wanna get out of here.

Oh, yeah. I bet you do.

You know, I'm sick of this bullshit.

(WHIMPERING)

Be careful.

MARTY: Will you go? Go.

Go. -I wanna get out of here.

MARTY: Oh, will you be quiet.

Oh, please. Why do you do this to me?

I don't wanna be in here.

Shut up. Shut up!

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTS) (SHOUTS)

(CARNIE PANTING)

(PANTING)

(CREAKING)

Holy shit.

(COUGHS)

(WHIMPERING)

Okay.

You want to run this by me again?

KYLE OVER RADIO: Marty, are you there?

Oh.

Hello?

Get the kids out of the house now

and call for some backup.

MARTY: Backup for what?

Will you just do it?

I got a homicide up here. It's real nasty, okay. Do it now.

Kyle, what the hell are you talking about?

Man, it looks like a fucking wolf ripped this guy apart, all right?

Just get the kids out of here. Just do it.

Okay, I'm getting the girls out, all right?

Oh, listen, Kyle,

there's still another kid up there, okay.

Get him, all right? I'll be right there.

Listen, don't do anything stupid I'll be right there.

All right, just... Just hurry up, okay.

All right, I'll be right there.

Let's go. Hey!

Hey, you come back here!

(PANTING) God.

(SHOUTS)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

Sending these back for you, motherfucker.

(SHRIEKING)

Freeze!

We gotta get out of here! What's going on?

(STUTTERING)

What the fuck is going on?

Please settle down!

We've got to kill him. We've got to kill him.

Look out! Look out!

(GROWLS) (SCREAMS)

Try and calm down.

I'm just going there for a little while to look around,

I'll be right back.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(GUN FIRING)

Kyle, come in.

Kyle?

Shit.

Kyle!

Shit. Shit.

DANA: We finally arrived at the house

to find my worst fear realized.

Police on the scene.

I should have called in sick this morning.

(GROWLING)

(GROANING)

Oh, God.

(GASPS)

(GASPING)

No!

(STUTTERING)

Wait, what's the matter? What the hell is going on?

It's got your partner, now it's after me.

You move, you die.

Who the hell are you people?

Dana Anderson, Department of Defense Intelligence.

Thank you for your help, Officer.

We'll take things from here.

Excuse me, miss, but...

I got a possible double homicide here with my partner

probably killed by some crazy animal running around loose...

I don't have time to spar with you, Officer.

This area has been superseded

by the Unites States Government

and is now under quarantine.

I'm instructing you to leave this area immediately.

Are you nuts?

I'm only the goddamn Sheriff here.

This is my jurisdiction, lady.

You can't have... -Not anymore, Holt, it's mine.

And if you do not leave this area immediately,

I will... -Didn't you hear the lady, asshole?

This area is now subject to military law.

Liddy, what are you doing?

Yeah, I'm a cop.

You are now considered a civilian

obstructing the security of this operation.

No civilian witnesses, wouldn't that be nice and tidy?

Huh? Huh? -Liddy, that's enough.

Now let him go.

Let him go!

Oh, I love this shit.

What the hell is this bullshit?

You can't do that to a cop. Asshole.

Who the hell you think you are, you son of a bitch?

Hey! You watch your mouth.

There's a lady present.

Goddamn crazy, aren't you? He's fucking crazy.

Officer, I suggest you leave

before this man does something irrational,

and take the boy with you.

If anything happens to my partner in there,

I'm holding you all personally responsible, you shit.

I outta call every state cop

within 100-mile radius of this place.

In 20 minutes, this place will be fucking swarming with police.

I mean, God damn it.

You're gonna have a lot of fucking explaining to do,

you shits!

Goddamn defense.

Come on, let's get you and the girls out of here.

I ain't done now, you shits!

I'll be after the whole goddamn cavalry.

I'll find out what's going on in that house. And... Shit!

Yeah, sure.

Liddy, what is the matter with you?

You could get us court-martialed for this kind of behavior.

Just doing my job!

Oh, job, my ass. -Ma'am...

All this macho bullshit. I've had about enough of you.

(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)

You, see to it that civilians are moved to a safe distance away.

Then secure this point out here.

Liddy and I are going in.

Much too dangerous for a woman, ma'am.

I suggest Liddy and I search the place first.

Look, I'm your superior here

and I am telling you to secure this point out here.

I told you before, I don't want the Carnivore blown to bits

by some trigger-happy gorillas like yourselves.

Now, let's go!

Oh, and that means you, too, Rambo.

Tranquilizer shots only.

Put away that damned Uzi.

Oh, and this is a real authorized entranceway.

I suppose you want me to show the general public

the secret access to the lab.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(SHOUTS)

Jesus.

Come on, big guy, let's go check the lab out.

(BEEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Here's something you don't see every day.

Quiet. They might still be back here.

I thought this thing was sensitive to bright lights.

Photo-sensitive.

Anything above 3,200 degrees on the Kelvin scale

could blind him.

(CHUCKLES) Can we be more technical?

Like the sun, for instance?

Yeah.

The computer keeps all the lights balanced with dichroic sensors.

Di what?

Come on.

Come on.

All right.

Edward Scissorhands he's not, huh?

Go check the containment, I'm calling it in.

In there?

Yes, in there.

I don't wanna go in there.

Ah!

That is awful.

(COUGHING)

DANA: Yes, this is Agent Anderson, CV-3 Project Commander.

Log and copy the following information.

I'm reporting a classified perimeter, positive biohazard.

Request that a containment team be dispatched immediately.

This is the status for red emergency team.

Ugh!

I have one confirmed DIA casualty. Possibly two...

It's kinda cool.

(DANA TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Is that clear?

Bitch.

Better not sneak up on me again.

(COUGHING)

Ugh!

Area's clear.

Except for Einstein in there stinking up the place.

All right.

He must be hiding upstairs somewhere, let's go.

How'd it get through the funky fireplace?

The floor is pressure-sensitive.

We were trying to keep people from getting in here,

not leaving.

I knew that.

Look.

Oh.

It's cold.

Means it's probably been here a while.

Great.

(YELLING)

Little too much on the entrance, huh?

Hey, looks like your boy got a little hungry.

Oh, my God.

Going in. Cover me.

I think he's dead.

We're gonna split up. You check around here, I'm going this way.

I wouldn't advise that, ma'am.

You're my responsibility at this time

and I just don't think it's a good idea.

You know, Liddy, I still don't like your attitude.

We can cover a lot more area if we split up.

Move.

Oh.

And tranquilizers, don't forget.

(MIMICKING) And tranquilizers,

don't forget.

Tranquilizers, my ass.

That motherfucker's mine.

(RASPY BREATHING)

(CREAKING)

(RASPY BREATHING)

(CHIMING)

(SIGHS)

(SCREAMING) (GROWLS)

(GASPS)

Fucker.

(DIALING)

Yes, sir. Agent Liddy here, sir.

No, this is a secure line.

Yes, sir.

Operation Boomerang is now in progress.

Three minutes to extermination.

Good work, Liddy.

But remember, she must die by the creature's hands.

No fuck-ups. I want a full report when it's over.

Yes, sir. You can count on me.

(GROWLS)

Enemy.

No, no.

(CHOKING)

Poison.

Kill.

I wouldn't kill you.

(GROWLING)

(GROANS)

(COUGHING)

Dana.

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

Yeah.

(RASPY BREATHING)

Shit.

She's still alive.

(GRUNTS) (SCREAMS)

(YELLS)

(SHOUTS)

(SHRIEKING)

Oh, Liddy, you asshole!

What do you think you're doing? Ignorant.

(GRUNTS)

(SHRIEKING)

(GROANING)

You son of a bitch!

I wouldn't advise that, ma'am.

You just shut the fuck up!

I'm so...

Sorry.

Liddy enemy?

Yeah.

Liddy's your enemy.

(GRUNTS)

Don't you say a goddamn word.

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah.

I heard gunshots. What's the status, ma'am?

Oh, ask Robocop there.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Just like shooting squirrels back home.

What did I say about using live ammunition, huh?

Didn't I tell you tranquilizer shots only?

Are you deaf and dumb?

Do you realize what you've done?

You have just destroyed

one of the greatest scientific discoveries of this century.

I'm gonna see to it that the Defense Intelligence Agency

hangs you up by your balls, mister.

That thing was a menace. Your life was in danger, I did what was necessary.

That creature was no menace.

Didn't you read my report? It only killed when it was threatened.

Then how do you explain the boy killed in the bedroom?

Pheromones, Liddy.

The creature was very receptive to pheromonal excretions.

Huh?

I thought you said you were briefed.

Well, if you had read my report,

you would know that every mammal, including humans,

excrete pheromones when they're in an agitated state.

Fear or sexual arousal emit the most concentrated form of pheromones.

The boy was either upstairs afraid

or fooling around with his girlfriend.

So he was killed because he was horny.

No. It was receptive to the scent of sexual arousal

which is the same scent as fear.

That's why the Defense Department was so interested.

Dr. Westmont's final tests were trying to tell the creature

the difference between the two.

Obviously, he failed.

Look, the thing actually spoke to me.

It had some intelligence, unlike you.

And that is going in my report.

Along with your flagrant disregard for a direct order.

Why don't you two go begin the removal process?

The containment team will be here any minute.

Removal process? That's not our job!

That's an order, Liddy!

Come on.

(INAUDIBLE)

NORTH: So how come it didn't kill her?

LIDDY: How the fuck should I know?

What are you gonna tell Burroughs?

I don't know.

I'm half tempted to just off the bitch myself.

Careful, man, you'll blow our cover.

Yeah, yeah.

In there.

Man.

You really messed this place up!

Shit happens.

What is this?

Good shootin', you blew him right out of his skin.

Man, don't even fuck with me.

I'm in like no mood to deal with this.

I'm not. Take a look for yourself.

There's nothing here but a pile of meat in a puddle.

Where the hell's the rest of him?

I told you...

Man, we're dead. (GUN COCKING)

Boss man's not gonna like this.

We're fucking dead.

DANA:Though I'd seen Liddy's rampage firsthand

and thought I felt the life drain out of the Carnivore,

somehow I knew it had survived

and this nightmare wasn't over.

It would never be over.

Carol, we've got a problem.

CARNIE: Liddy, enemy.