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Howdy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just need you to sign
these release forms

and we'll be off on
a Graboid adventure.

There's no adventure
in the debasing of Graboids.

You a little grumpy this morning?

Hey, what's that about?

You're not the Stein
family, are you?

- Howdy, folks.
- Hello.

- Hi.
- Morning.

It'll just be a minute to get
these nice people off my jeep.

We're not going anywhere.

Uh, maybe a few minutes.

I don't think so. Shame on you.
Shame on all of you.

This isn't some trained
dolphin raised for your amusement.

Wait! Wait!

Oh, nice work.
You just ran my customers off.

He'll be scarce.
For a little while, at least.

Thank you.

Those are called wrist-seismos,
the operative word being...

Wrist. Yeah.
It was a little uncomfortable, so...

You let your guard down.
Not a good idea around here.

Burt Gummer, right?

I've been told that you have
a particular dislike of that Graboid.

Nothing personal. I just like staying
at the top of the food chain.

Me too.

I was just burying some instruments
to monitor his movements.

I've been researching the effects

of human encroachment on Graboid
habitats for the last few years.

I'm familiar with your work.

But the fact is, we're not
encroaching, we're coexisting.

What the hell?

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
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Hey, Burt.

Tyler here. Come in.

Burt here. What's up? Over.

We got a situation here, Burt.

Better come back into town, quick.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
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What the hell is going on?

We're being invaded.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

NEWDO has arrived in Perfection
to protest the human incursion

into this endangered animal's habitat.

We will stay here

until the last human resident of
Perfection Valley has left for good.

Yeah.

The cavalry has arrived.

Chad Ranston.

I would like to introduce

an authority on human
and animal interaction,

Dr. Ellie Bergen,
who went to great lengths

to bring this compelling evidence
to our organization.

I saved her life.

After months of observing El Blanco
in his natural habitat,

as well as several years researching

the normal living conditions
of wild Graboids,

I have come to the conclusion

that not only is El Blanco suffering

from diminished life expectancy,

but he is in fact showing increased
signs of stress and disorientation.

Okay, everyone has an assignment.
Let's get moving.

I wanna be set up by nightfall.

Hey, if I'm allowed
to ask one question...

Yes?

Where do you get off with
this baloney about El Blanco?

Mr. Gummer, I can assure you that
my research is quite well documented.

You can't hide the truth any longer,
El Burto. Murderer.

Come on. Step back.

- It's all right. It's all right.
- Mindy?

What are you doing here?

Mindy.

Hey, Burt.
Uh, this is where I'm from, isn't it?

Well, I'm just a little surprised.

I didn't know you were coming home.

Mom, I want you to meet someone.
You remember Chad?

Mmm?

I thought that was you.

Nancy.

You know this guy?

I knew his father,

Scarecrow Ranston, a long time ago.

Father's named Scarecrow?

So, Mindy, you wanna tell me
what the hell's going on?

Yeah, I'm all ears.

We're taking a stand of
solidarity with El Blanco.

"We"?

Chad, me, the organization.

- The organization?
- The organization.

Nevada Environmental and Wildlife
Defense Organization.

- NEWDO.
- That's us.

So, Mindy, where exactly
did you run into Chad?

Chad taught my Poli-Sci
seminar last semester.

Contemporary Trends
in Radical Politics.

Mindy was my star.

Uh, and you two are...

You got it.

You slept with your professor?

Excuse me?

I was more like an instructor.

And it isn't the point.

Oh, what is the point?

That you can't let El Blanco's
exploitation go on any longer.

We do not exploit El Blanco.

You think that military
ordnance of yours is humane?

You think these tourists each month

are beneficial to
El Blanco's environment?

You think that
the government scientists

out in the valley
are Graboid-friendly?

Those scientists have nothing
to do with us.

It's bad enough that El Blanco has
to live in the vicinity of humans,

coupled with the abuse...

Mindy, you know there's no abuse.

How would you like it
if each time you went

to the food counter to get a sandwich,

someone tossed a grenade at you?

If someone treated a dog
the way you treat El Blanco...

El Blanco is hardly man's best friend.

Mindy, where the hell
is this coming from?

You never thought like that.

I've evolved.

Into what?

Mindy was confused at first.

She grew up assuming that
Graboids were to be destroyed

or, at best, tolerated

to uphold your code
of frontier living.

She's realized the hypocrisy
of your ways.

Now, let me tell you something.

I've lived with that
Graboid a long time,

and he is in the pink of health.

Dr. Bergen's research.
This is not a joke.

El Blanco is dying.

And in light of these findings,
it would be criminal

if you continued to live here
with El Blanco.

We're staying until you leave.

Not without federal permission.

And I guarantee you won't get that.

Burt Gummer relying on the oppression
of the federal government.

And they said irony is dead.

Regardless, this is
a peaceful demonstration.

If you want to call in
the National Guard, be my guest.

You comfortable in there?

I want to thank you guys for giving me

a chance to do some long-overdue
maintenance on my jeep.

Ma'am, please. Thank you.

Thanks.

One worm, one world.

One worm, one world.

One worm, one world.

You guys look thirsty.
I have soda, bottled water, iced tea.

Five bucks each.

Come on, Jodi.
Supporting their cause like that.

One worm, one world.

Thank you.

Anyone else? Drinks, five dollars.
It's very hot.

Just put your stuff over there.
I'll be right back.

You are throwing your life away.

You're always saying,
"Get out. See the world.

"Do something important."

And you took that
to mean drop out of school,

come back home and
mess with our lives?

God, you are such a hypocrite.

Chad runs the most effective
animal rights organization in Nevada.

I'm like his number two.

I think that's more
important than my GPA

or whether my softball
team makes the NC 2A.

You grew up in this town.

It's not my fault you decided spinning
pots in the middle of nowhere

was the only way to live honestly.

- This is not about me.
- No.

It's about saving El Blanco.

I mean, you taught me
that all life is precious.

Or is that only when it suits you?

Those dirty SOBs.

How are we supposed to run
a protest out here

if we can't get any cell service?

What is all this?

My communications center. I was
hoping I could set it up in here.

Sorry. This is my
communications center.

Yours will have to go elsewhere.

Okay. Fine.

Uh, set it up in the truck for now.

I'll be out in a sec.

Is that any way to treat a guest?

You're my guest because my daughter
thinks you're a swell guy.

That doesn't give you the right to
make my home into your headquarters.

Whoa, wow, you've changed, Nancy.

You used to believe in the struggle.

And what struggle would that be, Chad?

The paying-the-bills struggle,

or the keeping-my-daughter-
in-college struggle?

There are more important things.

Like what? Running for Congress
on the green ticket?

I'm about the issues, Nancy.

Is that so?

Well, I read all about you
on the Internet, Chad.

And you are about any cause
that gets you the most press.

Indigenous birds in Lake Tahoe.

That was good for a few headlines.

Argenta Marsh deer.

Well, that put your face right
on the front page.

State wildlife anti-cruelty
legislation.

That got you on TV!

Scarecrow would be so proud.

You're wrong.

I believe in this cause.

And getting publicity
is what it's all about.

Go ahead and chase whatever
cause fits your resume,

but don't screw around
with my daughter's life.

She's old enough to
make her own choices.

It's you that I'm worried about.

The Nancy I remember would've been
out there on the front lines with me.

What happened?

Did you get scared?
Or are you just complacent?

Ray is looking for you.
Something about blocking the highway.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry, I'll talk him down.

What did you say to him?

Nothing.

Yeah, right.

Mindy.

You know I love you.

If this is gonna be one of those

for-your-own-good speeches, stop now.

This is about something
more than my own good.

I am begging you. Please read this.

Dr. Bergen's research
proves we're right.

Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Way to go, Chad! Whoo!

So what do you think
of our little circus?

It's amazing.

You know, I'm just happy
that I get to help

somebody who's willing to put
his beliefs on the line.

It's rare that someone
in my line of work

gets the chance to effect change.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Phase Two's underway.

Okay, good work.
Now I need you to keep a low profile.

- Sure.
- Okay, don't take any risks.

Get out of my way.

Damn. Who let the freakshow in?

Twitch. Twitch.

What do you want?

I want you to do something
about these idiots.

How am I supposed to run
a tour like that?

Give 'em a group rate, man.

You know, what about me?
What about me, huh?

Some of these pendejos
got on my property

and let my cattle out of their pen.

It took Harlow all morning
to round them up.

Look. I got everything under control.

- You do?
- Yeah.

I do. Okay?

My department sent out a team
of scientists to verify this

Dr. Bergen's research, see
if there's anything to it. All right?

And that's gonna help us how?

Hey, it's not all about you, okay?

My supervisor's all over me.

Letting you people live out here

was the worst career move
I've ever made, okay?

Bad PR, and it's my ass. So back off.

Let me square this deal.

Whatever.

Yeah, my words exactly.

Twitchell, come in.

Yeah, Stan, Twitchell.
What do you want?

El Blanco's completely whacked out.

You better come and take a look, ASAP.

Hey, Pearl Jam, off the car, will you?

They're so proud of the First Amendment

that they forget the other 26.

That's my private property,
for God's sake.

I tell you, if I weren't a patient,
peace-loving man...

Burt, maybe you wanna
look at the report too.

You want a second opinion?

Well, at first glance,
the evidence seems pretty conclusive.

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

According to this,
El Blanco's in dire straits.

He might not even make it
through the month.

Don't tell me you're buying into this.

It's all in the data, Burt.

If you wanna live in denial,
that's fine, but,

I'm starting to think
that maybe we shouldn't be here.

You're that easily manipulated?

Look, if El Blanco is dying
because of the fact...

A handful of humans,
a tiny research lab.

If that's enough to kill a Graboid,

they'd have gone the way
of the dinosaurs long ago.

We don't know that.

Most Graboids don't live more
than a few months.

El Blanco is the only one we know of

that has lived past
his expected metamorphosis.

If Dr. Bergen is right...

She's not.

I said "if."

And I'm saying we're probably just
dealing with some young twit zoologist

who needs to justify her grant money.

Well, I'm open-minded.

And I couldn't live with knowing

that I had killed off any creature.

Am I the only one cognizant of the fact

that these people mean us harm?

These people are standing up
for what they believe in,

which by the way, Burt,
is what we used to believe in.

Keeping El Blanco alive.

Unless of course it was
just for selfish reasons

so that we could go on living here

without ever having
to face the real world.

Hey, Gummer, Twitchell here.
You out there?

What is it?

Take a look.

He's gone completely mad.

I'm thinking this is bad.
Gonna tell me I'm wrong?

Never make it easy, do you, Gummer?

How'd you find me?

I stuck a small tracking device

on your bumper about six months ago.

Just kidding.
Saw you parked out front.

Jesus.

What is this, CSI: Perfection?

Trying to figure out if
El Blanco's really sick.

We just saw him, didn't we?

What's so interesting
about EB's half-eaten lunch?

Not half-eaten. Regurgitated.

Look, Gummer, El Blanco's gone bad.

Yeah, but what's it mean?

Means you and your friends have to
start looking for real estate in Bixby.

Seriously, I mean, it was bound
to happen at some point, right?

Nobody's meant to live

in a place like this
with a thing like that.

We are.

Don't you worry, Gummer.

A plan's in the works
at the highest levels.

DOI's got a strategy.

I'm familiar with it.

It's called guessing which way
the political wind blows.

You just keep up your investigation.

I'll take care of our
little activist friend.

Reporting live from Perfection,
Nevada, I'm Kelly Lewis.

It's a day packed with emotion, here.

People, as you can see,
passing out flyers.

Behind me, people holding posters.

You can see the conviction
in their eyes.

Let's talk with one
of the protesters now.

Why'd you let them in your house?

Because they have a point.

Yeah, their point is
they want us all out.

You didn't see it.

You didn't see what
El Blanco was doing.

Well, maybe he's upset
because of all these strangers.

I can't just sit on the sidelines,
Rosalita. I'm sorry.

Where is he?

Burt's not here.

Not Gummer.

This new thorn in my ass.

Chad.

He's staying at Nancy's.

Hey, Mr. Ranston. How you doing?

I'm Deputy Twitchell, Department
of Interior. Nice to meet you.

I know who you are. What do you want?

Well, I come in peace.

I'm here to let you know

that we're here and we're on the case.

My team is out in the valley,
observing El Blanco as we speak.

Now we know something's not quite
right and we're gonna correct it.

Now what I need you to do,
Mr. Ranston, is call off the dogs.

Dogs?

Press. I said dogs...

Mind if I have one of these?

Sure. Yeah.

You see, my people, we don't take
kindly to any sort of bad PR.

You know what I'm saying?
I think you do.

So what I'm thinking here
is if you help me out,

I'll help you out on the other side.

Okay? Kind of a quid quo...

Quid pro quo.

Exactly. Right.

Take care of this on the QT,
on the lowdown.

Understand what I'm saying?

Oh, I understand what you're saying.

I understand perfectly.
The TV cameras go away, so do you,

and El Blanco continues to suffer.

That's not quite...

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, and Twitchell.
Breath mints, please.

Tell them if they have any
questions about this information,

they can speak to me or Chad.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Listen, kid, we've got a problem.

Your mother's a good woman.

She's treated me better
than anyone I've ever met.

My relationship with my mother
is none of your business.

She's done nothing
but take care of you.

But this is her home, your home.

And you're throwing it all away
because of some man.

Some man?
I'm not here because of Chad.

We're both here because of El Blanco.

He's really sick if
you haven't noticed.

What I have noticed is that
you've turned Perfection into a zoo.

First Burt's place gets trashed,
then my ranch. What's next?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Well, maybe then you should open
your eyes a little wider.

Burt, come in.

Burt here, Rosalita. What's up? Over.

El Blanco's making some
kind of hideous noise.

Here, listen.

Sounds like he's gut shot. Over.

Whatever it is, it's freaking me out.

Thanks for the update.

Burt, out.

What was that?

El Blanco's howling now,

like nothing I've ever heard before.

Sounds like Dr. Bergen might not
have been that far off the mark.

That's why I'm here. I need you
to take a look at something.

Here.

Ray, did you have anything to do

with Burt's place getting
trashed last night?

- Nope.
- You sure?

Yup.

What's that?

Just something Dr. Bergen
requested from town.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Must be getting pretty ripe in there,

blazing hot day like this.

We love the sun.

We're pumped.

Don't you guys want a shower or a bed?
Or a toilet, at least?

Everything we need is right here.

Everything?

We got a bucket.

Did not need to hear that.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
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Save the worm.

Leaving so soon?

No, not leaving.

Going to check some equipment.

Let me ask you a question
before you go.

Was ruining our lives
part of your plan

the entire time you've been working
out here in the valley,

or was it only after
Burt saved your life?

Hey, I'm sorry that this is hard
on you, but El Blanco needs help.

- Oh, he's a friend of yours?
- El Blanco?

- Yeah.
- I just care.

Well, if you really care,
you need to open your eyes.

The way we live out here
may seem weird to you,

but we protect that big dumb worm,

risk our lives to keep him safe.

And sometimes it's like
he does the same for us.

The last thing we're
doing is hurting him.

I know it's easy for you to believe
that, but I'm a scientist.

My only interest is in the truth.

Fraternizing with the enemy.

No, I'm not the one
selling them imported beer

at wildly inflated prices.

Hey, I'm just being practical.

Raising money for our defense fund.

You know, if they try to force us out.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Which sounds better,
noble beast or noble Graboid?

Noble Graboid.

Oh, Fox News is gonna eat this up.

Good.

Good? That's fantastic.

This is better than I ever imagined.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Someone's been destroying property.

I think it's Ray.

What? No. No way.

I just don't trust those
Animal Liberation people.

You kidding? Ray got tossed
out of Animal Liberation.

Too dedicated. But he's
a true believer. A good guy.

Let's just get this straight, for me.

You didn't tell Ray
to do anything, right?

Are you kidding?
You and I agreed at the beginning.

Passive resistance.
Nothing extreme. Hmm?

Hmm?

Okay.

I don't understand why you have to be

so suspicious of everyone in the valley.

I'm not suspicious, I'm prudent.

Dr. Bergen's working in good faith.

You know, not all scientists
are out to get you.

- That's interesting.
- What?

Well, it's just that I got
a double positive on this.

That usually means...

What the hell?

Oh, no! My equipment!

Hold on. No, don't get too close.
Wait a minute.

- Damn it.
- Oh.

There he is.

Get him, Burt.

Hey!

Hey!

Hold up.

I'm coming!
Hold on. Hold on.

I got you. I got you. Hang in there.

He went down in a cloud
of purple dust.

He had to be packed with it.

Imagine it's a crystalline sulfate,

or maybe potassium permanganate.

Homemade explosives?

At least one of the ingredients.

I'll take a look at it.

Seems to be your fulltime job
at the moment.

All right. And you,
what can I help you with?

Hey, give me a couple of shirts
over here, man.

If you're a believer,
put it on your chest!

Graboids have rights, too.

Fifteen bucks a piece, you guys.
All proceeds go to the cause.

Ray Maguire was a friend of mine.

His death is a tragedy.

A tragedy that the simpleminded

will blame on the true victim.

The Graboid.

Ray died in an act
of civil disobedience,

boldly trying to protect El Blanco

from the dangers brought on by
our government's own scientists.

What exactly do you mean by that, sir?

What he means is his
late lamented friend

was another radical monkey wrencher,

destroying private property,

and endangering peoples' lives.

Smooth talkers like Chad

always need someone
to do their dirty work.

In this case, homemade explosives.

Ray died with his pockets
full of the stuff.

This from Burt Gummer.

Burt Gummer, the man who delights

in tossing grenades
at El Blanco every chance he gets.

Mindy.

I can't talk. I have
to deal with some reporters.

Mindy, hold on a second, will you?

What? What?

I want to know what happened.

Me too.

'Cause if they tried to pressure
you into anything...

Mom, I swear,
I had no idea what Ray was up to.

Okay. What about Chad?

I don't know.

Mindy.

I don't, Mom.

I'm gonna find out.

Hey.

Want some help?

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

- I got to go.
- Okay, yeah.

Scrambled eggs, toast, $12.95.

Sounds right to me.

Oh, wait a minute, you had butter
with that toast. Right?

Mmm-hmm.

$14.95.

Just so you understand,
while I appreciate the business,

it should in no way indicate that
I am sympathetic to your cause,

because, quite frankly, I think we're
all pretty respectful of El Blanco.

And what are we supposed to do,
I mean as a human species?

Every time there's another species,
we move out?

Where do we go, Mars?

To Mars. Annoy the Martians.

Ah, Jeez. Hey, nature boys!

Get your asses off that tower!

Hey, bite me.

Tree-hugging SOBs.

What?

What do you mean, what?

When are you gonna get
these people out of my town?

Hey, manhandler is not part
of the job description.

I'm just waiting for the marshals.

You do that.

I'm gonna go see
how El Blanco's doing.

Please?

Excuse me, boys.

Passive resistance, huh?

Tell me you didn't send Ray
to do your dirty work.

Mindy, this is guerrilla warfare.

When did it become warfare at all?

Keep your mind in the game.

I'm just trying to figure out
what game we're playing.

Trying to help an endangered species?

And if a guy like Ray can put a little

extra pressure on our enemies,
where's the harm?

In destroying my hometown?

Look at the exposure. We're huge.

What about Ray?

Ray would've loved it.

You lied to me, Chad.

I thought we were partners.

We are.

You have a funny way of showing it.

I have a little more experience
in this than you do, Mindy.

So either get with the program,
or get out of my way.

What the hell's gotten into you?

Burt, Tyler here. You read me?

Affirmative, Tyler.
Give me some good news. Over.

Uh, sorry, Burt.

I've been tracking El Blanco.

Suddenly, for some reason
I've lost his signal.

He must've gone deep.
Burt, you there?

Yeah, still here.
And I got my suspicions.

Burt out.

Roger that.

What'd you learn, Casey?

It's not quite what
you thought it was.

But I couldn't figure it out
until I realized

that it matched exactly
one of the elements

in those El Blanco saliva samples
that you gave me.

It's the same exact
chemical structure.

So not likely it was
used as an explosive.

No, not as an explosive.
It's a deadly toxic chemical.

Potassium permanganate.

It's poison?

Happy now?

No, but something tells me you are.

Should've let El Blanco get him.

Sorry, reflexes.

Tell us, Chad, since you care
so deeply about El Blanco,

exactly what kind of poison
you've been using.

What?

Your partner in crime, Ray,
had his pockets full of the stuff.

Doc Matthews, here, just found
traces of it in the Graboid's vomit.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

But you're good, Gummer.
Really, you are.

You hear this?

This is the standard defense
you'd expect from a scoundrel.

Try anything to discredit
those who oppose you.

Sorry, but I've run the tests twice,
and science doesn't lie.

Out of my way. All of you!
Get out of here.

Come on, guys, hurry up.

Where is he?

Him! That's the one. The one with
the funny mustache. Get him.

What?

You're under arrest for endangering
federally protected wildlife.

Are you kidding me?
What did you do, pay this guy off?

I am here because I care
about that creature.

You actually think I would
try to poison him?

I don't know anything about poison.

Oh, you don't?
You know something about trespassing

and vandalism,
and making homemade bombs?

And some other stuff
I'm gonna come up with.

What are you talking about?
This is lunacy.

Mindy. Mindy.
Mindy, tell them they're wrong.

The poison Ray was carrying
wasn't for Chad.

It was for Ellie.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Really?

He told me he went to pick it up
for you in Bixby.

I mean, I'm sure they keep records
of that kind of stuff.

Shall we make a call?

We had to prove our point.

We had to make everyone see
without any doubt

that this cause was justified.

I knew my research had
to stand on its own,

especially in a scientific journal.

So, I had to make damn sure
it was accurate.

So instead of doctoring your report,
you doctored El Blanco?

I never intended for
him to get this sick.

That's not my fault.
I was very careful about regulating

the amounts of chemicals
I got him to ingest.

Just enough to make it obvious to even
the most close-minded of you

that you were harming him by
invading his world.

So when Ray got swallowed, El Blanco
got more than you bargained for.

Yes. He had a mega dose of the stuff.

If you're so good with poison,

you damn well better be good with
finding an antidote, and fast.

The ingredients are common enough.

If you know the right combinations,
it should do the trick.

I've already sent someone to Bixby
for what I'll need.

Yeah, good luck, sister.

Got that highway sealed off.

Here. Here. Give me that.

Yeah, we got all this,
including a pound of rock salt.

I got bags of it in my bunker
for my water purification system.

Thanks to Ray, you'll have
no trouble getting in.

All right, I'm right on it, Burt.

Get the hell out of my jeep now!

And get that bucket.

Jodi, we got some shopping to do.

Cranberry juice.
Cranberry juice.

Top shelf. Top shelf.

- Okay. Four ought to do it. Got it?
- I got it.

- Okay.
- Do you need a syringe?

No, we need a bigger pot
or a bowl or something.

Got it. Vinegar. Vinegar.

It's on your right, Burt. Right down.

So how do we get this
antidote into El Blanco?

We need a syringe?

We have to give him a shot? Not me.

No, no, no, we need him
to swallow it like a pill.

We need a container of some sort.

- How about a baggie?
- Perfect.

Okay. Um, family or
small or medium size?

Family size. Big family.

Heads up.

I got it.

Okay, pour it in and we'll stir it up.

Whoa.

Oh, God.

Like most animals
in their death throes.

Here, you want me to do it?

No, forget it, Burt.
I'm faster.

All right, now don't get too close.

It's only got one shot.

All right. Pitch it in.

Watch it.

Now go for it.

Well, come on. He's dying.

Throw it already.

Forget this. This isn't working.
Let me try.

What the hell are you gonna do?

Fast pitch softball.
I made varsity this year.

What?

- Atta girl!
- Yeah!

Whoa, okay, watch your step there.

Well, what's the seismo-meister say?

Just tracked El Blanco
up toward Cactus Flats.

Seems like his old self.

That's good news.

Think the others will tolerate me
if I come home for spring break?

Yeah. If you come home alone.

Mom.

I'm an idiot.

Chad treated me like a fool and
I bought into the whole thing.

But you figured it out.

And you figured it out so much faster
than I did at your age.

I mean, I was a super idiot.

I fell for a guy named Scarecrow.
Come on.

And when I met him,
he was leading a sit-in at Berkeley.

I mean, what a cliche.

You know?
He did look like Peter Fonda.

He was standing on a stool

and he was talking through
a megaphone, and shouting...

All right, ladies and gentlemen, kids.

Now, El Blanco is
a subterranean killing machine.