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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)

JODI: 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.