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What the hell?

Barricade?

Drop the weapon.

Back away from the bug.

Nice and easy.

You're holding all the cards, friend.

So why is the bull's eye on my chest?

You destroyed valuable
government property.

Government property?

What the hell are you
doing with a Shrieker?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

How many more of these
do you have out here?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

Do you realize how dangerous
these things are?

Yes, sir.
We've seen your video

and read all available
literature on you, of course.

And we sincerely apologize
for what happened.

We should've had a guard
further down that canyon.

But what are you doing
out here, Hartung?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

And the explosions I monitored,

you responsible for those, too?

I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

Exactly what are you at liberty to say?

We can offer you a ride
to the location of your choice.

I'll walk.

Give Mr. Gummer his weapon.

It's been an honor and a privilege
to meet you, sir.

You'll, of course, keep this
under your hat.

Under my hat?

I'm going to pull any string
available to an American citizen

to shut you people down.

Mr. Gummer?

Mr. Gummer?

Mr. Gummer!

Are you sure El Blanco
still lives here?

Oh, absolutely.

Blows through town on a regular basis

just to keep us on our toes.

You're the only one who sees him.

None of the Graboid websites
have reported a sighting for weeks.

Oh.

Hey, El Blanco's not molting, is he?

Burt to Tyler. Come in, over.

That's him. Burt Gummer.

Come in, Tyler. Do you read me?

That's not Burt Gummer.
It's a recording.

You read me? Over.

Read you loud and clear.

You got a minute to chat with
some of my paying customers?

Negative.
We have a Shrieker incursion

in the vicinity of Snakebite Canyon.

What? That's not possible.
I mean, is it?

It is when the Shriekers are
aided and abetted

by an unnamed entity with possible
government affiliation.

Uh, come again?

I'm calling a town meeting
for 1900 hours at Jodi's.

I'll provide details then.

I'll spread the word.

Space blankets for everybody, right?

Roger. I'll notify Rosalita
to put away her cattle.

Burt out.

The sanctity of Perfection Valley
is being violated.

Our rights are being trampled
by whoever is inflicting

these Shriekers on the valley.

That would be me.

Although, I don't like to think

that my research is being
inflicted on anyone.

I'm Dr. Megan Flint.

I'd like to apologize for not
notifying you about our project.

Your timing is perfect. You've
been monitoring our communications?

No.

I wanted to return these.

But you really did bring Shriekers
into our valley, like Burt said.

- Yes, but...
- Oh, man.

No way. You are wrong, wrong, wrong.

This valley is protected by the
Department of Interior,

which means, you gotta go.

Chiquita.

I understand your concerns,
believe me.

But I am operating under...

Okay. He's out of range.

Caught a burro this afternoon.

Should be fairly mellow
for a few days.

I certainly understand your
sensitivity to dangerous creatures.

But, as I was saying,
we're not some renegade operation.

We're working with full cooperation
of the Department of Interior.

In fact, they're funding my tests
in Snakebite Canyon.

What are we, a bunch of guinea pigs
for those guys?

How many Shriekers are there?

Only three.

There were four.

Where'd they come from?

Lucky chance.

A Graboid was discovered in the Sahara

just as it was about to metamorphose.

The resulting Shriekers were captured.

We arranged to purchase
them for study.

We're going to turn them
into a force for the good.

Come on. These are Shriekers.

No, please, just listen.

We're training them to use
their heat-seeking ability

to locate victims in earthquakes,

mining accidents, urban disasters.

I know it sounds weird,

but my dream is to revolutionize
rescue and recovery operations.

They don't detect heat
if it's hidden behind objects.

Normally, no, but these do.

We've trained them to recognize

even indirect sources
of infrared radiation.

Oh, brave new world.

You do know that even
a handful of Shriekers

could turn into a whole army
just by eating enough.

Of course we do.

Their food intake is closely
monitored to prevent reproduction.

What happens when they
morph into Ass-Blasters?

These can't.

We've arrested their
ability to metamorphose.

We've designed them to be used
safely in any situation.

Put them on silk sheets or in the fires
of hell, they're still killers.

Burt, give it a rest.

These animals are completely
under our control.

Each has a microchip implanted
in its cerebral cortex.

A remote unit sends constant signals
to a receiver in their neckbands

that moderates their
aggressive behavior.

Only thing's ever moderated
a Shrieker's behavior was a bullet.

Burt.

Mr. Gummer, I'm trying to save lives.
That's my only priority.

Thanks for everything.

Turn off the paranoia just
this once, would you, please?

Paranoia? How about common sense?

When have I ever been
wrong about Shriekers?

Yin and yang, Burt.
Yin and yang.

It's about exchanging
a negative for a positive.

Murderous Shriekers
for lifesaving Shriekers.

And I think that woman
deserves a chance to try.

Well, if I was a Shrieker,

that Dr. Flint could damn sure
make me sit up and beg.

No consorting with the enemy.

I'm just talking.

I'm still on your team, all right?

No.

Take cover.

They're out front!

The generator just blew!
There's no power.

Move it! Move it!

Lightning hit the BMU.
It's fried!

Look out!

Over there.
Dairy's most vulnerable to spoilage.

Don't neglect the beer.

It tastes funny if the storage
temperature changes too often.

Jodi, I think we're out of dry ice.

You know, it's not like I didn't beg
you all to install backup generators.

Burt, now is not the time.

Seems like now is precisely the time.

I suppose Rosalita ignored
my advice, too.

That's because your advice
got lost in a rant.

All of a sudden you were
railing about FDR

bringing electricity
to the American farms.

And enslaving the farmers
to the big utilities.

Well, look who's here.

Bet you're sorry you don't have
one of those little watches

to warn you when I'm coming, huh?
A little Twitchometer.

What the hell is your
department doing to us?

Yeah, Shriekers, explain that.

Hey, my hands are clean, guys.
That came from upstairs.

And you didn't tell us. Thanks a lot.

Well, they are under control, right?

Of course. Not that it's any
of your business in the first place.

We live here. Everything
that happens is our business.

Well, if you're so interested, Gummer,

why don't you come up there
and check out that site with me?

What's the catch?

Probably nothing.

Which usually means
something. What is it?

Well, uh, I got a call from
those Shrieker folks last night,

and there seems to be a little
problem related to the storm.

And then the radio went out and...

The possibilities for
disaster boggle the mind.

Let's get up there.

For God's sake, Burt,
not everything is DEFCON 5.

Why the hell bring them to our valley?

Well, the topography,
the climate, the isolation.

Pretty much the same
reasons you like it.

You realize they've been setting
off explosive charges?

You approved that, too?

Well, they need to blow
stuff up to get fresh debris

for the Shriekers to practice
digging in. It's all very scientific.

Good Lord.

Thank God you're here.

All three Shriekers broke
out of their cages.

Shriekers, on the loose?

It was a freak accident.

Lightning hit our BMU and...

Your what?

Behavior Modification Unit.

The Shriekers immediately reverted
to their natural behavior patterns.

You didn't have a backup?

Of course we do.

Our tech support specialist
has it in his vehicle,

but he was off getting supplies last
night when the radio went out,

and worse luck,
our walkie-talkie is out of range.

Three watts, most likely. Mine is six.

Here, see if it improves your luck.

Otto, this is Dr. Flint.

Otto, do you read me?

Please, come in, Otto.

What's your part in this disaster?

I'm Dr. Flint's senior advisor.
Harold Baines.

Any other survivors?

We're hoping that Hartung,
our security chief, escaped.

At least we haven't found any remains.

Otto, do you read me?

Damn.

I can't reach Otto.
We have to find him.

Megan, he would have answered.
I'm afraid he's dead.

So, uh, you think we should be
standing around out here in the open?

I mean, shouldn't we, like,
get the hell out of here?

Absolutely. My vehicle
is just down the arroyo.

Your Shriekers have
already had a lot to eat.

It's worse than that.

They also consumed their
whole month's food supply.

Thirty sheep.

If they ate that much,
they're not only off and running,

they're off and multiplying.

Their reproductive rate
will be exponential.

All points come in,
we have an emergency.

Red alert. Repeat, red alert.

Burt, you got Nancy.

Rosalita here, Burt.

Tyler here, Burt. What's up?

We have Shriekers on the loose.

They've killed almost
everyone up here.

And they will be multiplying.

Are these the same Shriekers
that Dr. Flint was talking about,

the tame ones?

Tame no more, Nancy.
Tame no more, and on a rampage.

That's it. I'm out of here.
I'm going to Bixby.

- Me, too.
- Whoa, guys. No, you're not.

It rained last night.

That means the road to Bixby
is under five feet of water.

Exactly. The only place you're
going is my place, pronto.

I'll rendezvous there with you by 1730.

In English, Burt.

5:30.

Now, get going, and
be careful. Burt out.

Unprepared for electrical storms.
No backup unit on site.

So, what are your credentials for
doing something as risky as this?

In spite of the circumstances, Dr. Flint
is one of our finest young scientists.

It's all right, Harold.
We'll have to do some damage control,

but this project will succeed
no matter what Mr. Gummer thinks.

Know-nothing know-it-all.

Where is he? This is so stupid.

We're waiting outside.
We could have hid in my store.

If I could move out of here,
I'd be gone yesterday.

Take it easy, Rosalita.
If Burt's anything, he's reliable.

Why do you stay here, Tyler?

You could sell your tour business
and in a second be gone.

Well, you know,
as scary as this place gets,

it keeps my adrenalin pumping.

Let's go, people.
Inside, on the double.

Shriekers wait for no one.

Like we don't know that, Burt.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Step lively, people.
The door locks behind you.

Oh, great. My housewarming present.

Goes nice with Burt's decor.

Reminds me of the holding
cell in Tijuana.

Spring break '77.

Better take a look at this, all of you.

I'm downloading infrared satellite
imagery to locate the Shriekers.

They've moved out of Snakebite Canyon.

Heading north, toward Perfection.

There's so many of them already.

- Forty.
- Forty?

- So far.
- Man, worse than rabbits.

Curious. They've separated
into three groups.

I'll bet each group is being led
by one of my Shriekers.

Very likely. The longer they live,
the smarter they get.

If they keep finding food, in a few
days there'll be hundreds of them,

then hundreds of Ass-Blasters.

You up for that level
of damage control?

Instead of listing our problems,

shouldn't we be
coming up with solutions?

I already have.

We happen to be in
a perfect situation.

Uninhabited area,
secure defensive position.

All we have to do is use their natural
heat-seeking abilities against them.

Turn predators into prey.
Pardon me.

What's he up to?

Even after all these years,
I haven't got a clue.

We've gotta do something.

We can't let him kill our Shriekers.

Megan, those three animals
slaughtered men

who had enough firepower
to win a small war.

And now they've multiplied?

Gummer may have a point.

Oh, boy. Gummer and gasoline.

Not a good mix.

I think we're gonna be bait.

I'm setting a fire outside.

Then we simply wait for those
heat-seekers to come running.

What? Then you mow them down
like some video game?

Uh-uh. You can't.

Whatever you do, those first three
Shriekers have to survive.

Yeah, Burt. She is doing
important work here.

So am I. Trying to save our lives.

She's trying to save lives, too,

but with you, it's always overkill.

Shoot first, and then shoot later.

I am never without a battle plan.

Really? You blew up your
own house, for God's sake.

I didn't create this problem, Nancy.

But it seems I am the only one
with a solution.

All right, let's go.

This ought to register on their
heat-seeking organs.

It'll be the hottest thing for miles.

Like moths to a flame.

Big, nasty, ugly moths.

Burt, you sure this is gonna burn
long enough to lure them all here?

I got more. A thousand gallons,
underground tank.

Wouldn't wanna run out, would you?

Come and get 'em, suckers!

Mission accomplished.

Let's see if those puppies
take the bait.

Is that the fire?

Yeah. As seen from outer space.

It's too weird.

Some guy's headed this way
running for his life!

Wh... What?

Help!

It's your security man, Hartung.

Thank God. I've got the door.

Look out. There's a Shrieker
right behind him.

Open up! Open the door.

You know the drill.

I do, indeed.

Please, can you at least not shoot
the three wearing neckbands?

Did you see what just happened?

Any Shrieker we meet
is going to be toes-up.

Damn right. I am down with that.
Burt, give me a gun.

That one.

Come on. I can hit anything
with a 12-gauge pump.

I believe she could.

It's yours.

I'm sorry.

This has been years of work.

And I'll never get a chance
like this again.

Harold, what are we gonna do?

It's a meltdown.

At $3 million apiece,
those Shriekers can't be replaced.

Maybe if one of them survives,
they might let us continue.

Otherwise...

Okay, Burt, I'll take them
from the left, you got the right.

Affirmative. Rosalita,
any target of opportunity.

They're coming from the west.

Oh, right, right, right!

Holy freaking hell! There they are!

Let me see!

There's one coming up
the backside of the hill!

Oh, my God, he's tearing
through the fence!

Burt, he's behind you!

Burt, heads up. Behind you!

Got him. Thank you.

Did you see any of...

Damn it!

That's the one that came up behind us.

We couldn't very well blow it a kiss.

The longer they live,
the smarter they get.

And any one of these SOBs
that poses a threat,

buys a ticket to Shrieker hell.

Any one.

Two groups left.

Looks like one group spotted the fire,
headed this way.

Coming to meet their maker.

Better not find my cattle.

Jurassic Park wannabe bastards.

Anyone, anyone there,
please answer, any channel.

It's Otto, our tech support guy.
He's alive?

Otto, it's Flint. Where are you?
What happened? Over.

There's Shriekers
all over the damn place.

I've been pinned down for hours.

Couldn't get to my walkie or my van.

What the hell is going on?

They got loose, killed everybody
except Dr. Baines and me.

Now listen, we need the other BMU.
Do you have it? Is it okay?

Yeah, it's right here.

You've gotta get it to me
as soon as possible.

We're at Burt Gummer's place.
It's marked on your topo map.

But be on your guard. There's
still two packs of them out there.

They'll focus in on
your engine heat. Over.

Negative. My van's electric.
Designed not to put out heat.

I'll be fine. Out.

They're, uh...
They're getting closer.

I mean, that's them
and this is us, right?

Shouldn't you guys be,
like, loading up or something?

Can you wait just a little?

Sorry.

Otto is on his way.

He's got the Behavior
Modification Unit.

The Shriekers are here now.

Can't let them proliferate.

Otto, come in, this is Flint.
Do you read me?

Otto, come in.

I read you, Doctor.

I've gotta save at least one
of my microchipped animals

and I think I know how to do it.

You have a flare gun
in your equipment, right?

Yeah.

Good. Then listen closely.

I hope they don't
shoot them to pieces.

Burt always shoots them to pieces.

Why does it matter?

Well, I could keep them in formaldehyde

and we'd have ourselves
another tourist attraction.

You shouldn't be here, Jodi.

You should be off somewhere running
a multi-national corporation.

You wanna run up there and pick
yourself up a couple of fat ones?

No. I think I'll send Twitchell.

Sorry, ladies,
it's against regulations.

Round two, huh?

I count an even dozen.

Megan, what are you doing?

Oh, my God!

What the hell?
Is that Twitchell with a gun?

No, that's ammo cooking off.

All right, as soon as it's safe,

I'm gonna get us out of here.

Let's see here, uh...

Okay. Try the other one.

Try the green one again.

What about that?

Yeah.

Okay.

Try... Try that again.

The magazine is reinforced
so the fragments all go up.

Gummer!

Burt!

We can't get out!

Damn it, Gummer,
we can't open the door.

Closes automatically in case of fire.

30.06 slug is jammed in there.

Door's wedged tight.

For God sakes, Megan,
you've crossed the line.

You had no right!

You deliberately
destroyed my ammunition?

You had to be stopped.

I had to be stopped?

You are crazy.
What is wrong with you?

You're certifiable, lady.

No, listen.

The BMU will be here any minute.

I'll take control of my last Shrieker,

the others will follow him,
and I'll lead them away.

- Hello!
- Burt!

Hit the actuator release switch,
right on the door frame.

I am. It doesn't work.

Well, don't worry. You're all right.

It's the safest room in the place.

Yeah. Frigging safe room.

How the hell long we stuck in here?

If you really want out,
there's an escape tunnel.

It lets out way down the hill.

'Course there are Shriekers,
so you might wanna wait.

Meanwhile, chill.

How the hell do you know about that?

I used it once in an
Ass-Blaster invasion.

Damn three-ring circus
all the time around here.

Give it a rest.
Let's just make the best of this.

Oh, I'll make the best of it.

You damn door! Open the door!

Twitchell! Open the door!

Twitchell!

Sorry.

Just not really big on being trapped.

You see anything?

Nothing on the horizon so far.

I'm just saying
it's overkill, you know.

I mean, the guy's
whole life is overkill.

I mean, who do you know that has
a steel door that closes automatically

and traps you in here like a rat?

What are you,
some kind of paragon of normalcy?

Compared to him?
Compared to any of you?

Yeah, I get the Normal-of-the-Year award.
Trust me.

Are you gonna keep doing that?

Yes, I am going to keep doing that.

I need something to focus on,
to keep from freaking the hell out.

Just asked.

The last group's coming,
and us, without ammo.

I'm telling you, we're okay.

Yeah, if your friend ever gets here.

And if he doesn't,
your modified Shrieker

will find us down here, right?

You trained him to find body heat
even underground!

Great.

Burt, you gotta have
more bullets somewhere.

I know you. No way did you
just keep bullets in one place.

Correct.

My backup magazine
is in the safe room.

Otto, come on.

So, you're normal because

you wear a tie when it's
110 degrees outside.

You hate your job,
you hate your boss.

But your biggest fear is
that you'll get fired.

Hey, not all of us have
the option of staying home

and making little plastic monsters
to sell to tourists.

Ceramic figurines.

Whatever.

I chose this life.
I chose not to live by the rules.

You could do the same.

I could.

But I chose a wife and kid.

And taking care of them is more
important to me than some dream job

or a sailboat or a house in Big Sur

where I can sit around
and play my guitar all day.

You play guitar?

Yeah, I just... I just bought
this Martin 12-string. It's...

Yeah. Yeah, I play a little.

Okay, okay, so we've gotta get
into the safe room.

The door, as you might expect,

is designed to withstand
hours of dedicated assault.

Do you have to build
everything like a fort?

Focus, Burt. You know there's a way.

You've just overlooked
one of your backup plans.

Twitchell, listen up.

You see the actuator that
drives the bolt on your side?

What the hell's he talking about?

There! That lock thing up there.

Yeah, Burt, we see it!

The mechanism's bound up.
Can you pry the door loose a little bit?

Use a crowbar, anything.

Yeah, all right, all right.

All right.

It won't budge.

'Cause it's a Gummer kind of door!

It's a van. This must be Otto?

I'm gonna lead them away from you.

Get ready to run for your vehicles.

This damn well better work.

Is the BMU on?

Fully functional.

Where's a heat wand?
I need a heat wand.

Now get ready to drive. I'll get him to
follow us and the rest will follow him.

Are you sure we wanna do that?

I gotta get them away from
those people. It'll work. Go.

Okay.

Okay, big guy.

Right this way.

- Otto.
- What?

His receiver isn't on.

What?

His chip's not responding.

The storm must've fried it!

My God.

My God.

We're on our own.

Here comes the last group.

Okay, the ammo's behind that door.

We gotta get to the safe room!

Any luck with that door in there?

No!

The actuator's jammed tight.

They'd need a cutting torch
or explosives or...

Jodi. Jodi, Nancy,
Twitchell, listen up.

Proceed to the ammo chest.

It's directly opposite the bathroom.

Get out a concussion grenade,

a bullet-puller, a case of 30.06 ammo.

Then look for a proper container.

Gummer, you don't start
speaking English,

I'm gonna come through
that door and deck you.

Quiet. I'll explain each step.

We're going to make a bomb.

They're sniffing. They're finding us.
They're finding us.

We need more time.

Gotta buy time.

Come on here, positive energy.

We're in Burt's house. Burt's!

There's no way we are weaponless.

Yeah, right, Tyler.

They're digging. All of them.

The modified one,
they're learning from him.

As I tell anyone who will listen,

- the longer they live...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. They get smarter. We get it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Wait, wait, wait.

Put handles on these heaters.

Any Shrieker poking his beak
where it doesn't belong

gets more heat than he was seeking.

I like that.

Baines, come here.

Keep working in there.

Tape the concussion grenade
to the base of the container.

That's your primer charge.

This is a safe room, right?

Now, it has to be centered
for better ignition.

Uh, and you would know that how?

Oh, it was the '60s.
I had radical friends.

Okay.

Twitchell, come on and help me.

Hold it here. Hold it.

All right, all right.

- More?
- That's good. That's good. Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, no!

There's another one!

Damn. Shorted the generator.

Backup. Backup generator.

A little 110 in the face,
they finally get the message.

They're gone!

They're all gone.

About time they wised up.

Trust me, you do not want
them to wise up.

Oh, come on, Burt.
At least they're giving us a break.

Yeah, I'll feel a lot better
when I get my hands on some ammo.

We seem to have driven them off
for the moment.

How you doing in there?

It's in place. Right where you said.

All right, now be very careful.

Once you pull the pin,
you have only five seconds

to get into the escape tunnel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's just get this over with.

Ready, Nancy?

They came up the escape tunnel.
Bastards.

We gotta get them out of there, now!

Get ready to run!

Gonna blow the crap out of it!

Okay!

Oh, my God.

Wait...

Tour jeep's right over there, folks.

I'll be with you directly.

Man. Never seen it like this.

I hate to say it, but those
Shriekers were good for business.

Was a bad idea from the get-go.

Don't believe in rescue Shriekers, huh?

Come on, Burt, I'm kidding. Jeez.

Burt. Burt. I've got something
I want you to look at.

Yeah?

We left your house in such a mess
last night, I was thinking...

"A single man's rustic retreat"?

I think not.

Come on, Burt.
I'm trying to apologize here.

I said some things at your
place last night. It wasn't fair.

Apology accepted.

But... But seriously, Burt.

It wouldn't take much at all.

A few white-washed walls, a little
recessed lighting, a nice leather sofa.

It's an opportunity to make your
place so much more attractive.

Attractive to whom? Other people?

Old friends dropping by,
long-lost relations showing up.

An endless stream of overnight guests?

Why don't I just open up
a bed and breakfast?

Socializing.

Community.

Oh, yeah.

Good thing you didn't
mention the throw pillows.