All language subtitles for Lake Placid 5 vs Anaconda 2015 240 cc

JIM: All right,
here he comes.

Now, this is the one
you want.

He'll make a fine specimen.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(GUNSHOT)
(ROARS)

(JIM GRUNTING)

(EXHALES) Nice shooting.

Now, let's get this
thing on the truck
and get it over with.

JIM: We almost finished here?

You don't want to spend
too much time in one place.

Once one croc spots you,
they all come.

This place is infested.

Now I was told
you'd have my money

BEACH: Shut up, old man.

Now, these animals are gonna
make us all very rich.

So just be patient.

SCIENTIST 1: We're beginning
the procedure now, gentlemen.

As long as we're, uh,
getting on with it, uh,

I'll take my money.

That wasn't the deal,
Long John Silver.

The deal was that

I get you and
your people in here.

I did that.

The deal was

you get us in and out.

All right.

This is only half the numbers.

Yeah, Mama didn't
raise no fool.

You'll get the other half
when I get my money.

All right, it's just
a little stick, sweetie.

Why are you talking to
an anesthetized croc?

SCIENTIST 1:
It's an old habit.

From my hospital days.

I don't understand
why we can't just take
this stuff back to the lab?

And why does that snake
have to be here?

What we're doing here
is very precise.

SCIENTIST 2: Yikes!

(SIGHS)

Once we've altered
the structure,

the manipulated DNA
becomes very fragile.

So, an immediate implantation
into an egg-producing female

will give us the best
chance for success.

She's ready to lay her eggs.

They just need
to get fertilized.

Now these two
smaller male snakes

will provide the catalyst
for the procedure.

Fine. So the snakes
will mate. Get on with it.

JIM: Can I at least
see the money, hmm?

SCIENTIST 2: Excuse me.
Whoa, watch the hook, man.

Aren't you gonna count it?

Oh, I trust that
it's all there.

I'd thumb through it,
but no thumb.

(CHUCKLES)

It's an awful lot of cash

just to get you
to open a gate.

And to keep my mouth shut.

You see, without the,
uh, proper motivation,

I might just be tempted
to call Fish and Wildlife.

Bet they'd be real interested
in exactly what you want

with those, uh,
protected crocodiles.

Hmm? Hmm?

You give Miss Murdoch
my regards.

And boys,
you all be careful
with these crocs.

Take my word for it.

First bite's
always the worst.

Jim, we ain't done here yet.
SCIENTIST 2: Whoa. Firearms.

And you still owe me
the last three numbers.

Okay.

SCIENTIST 2: Pardon me.
Crossing. Watch the gun.

Oh, no problemo.

SCIENTIST 2:
I'm injecting her with
the mutated cells now.

Finito.

What now?

Now? Now we wait for
the new cells to take.

This female snake is
genetically engineered

which means that all
of her biological process
has been accelerated.

She'll grow faster,
molt faster.

Lay eggs faster.
Got it. How long?

She should lay her eggs
in the next 24 to 48 hours.

Oh, dear God.

Great. (EXHALES)
Wake me up when
it's time to go home.

We'll get her back
to the lab

and everything else
will be done
in an incubator. Okay?

(EXCLAIMS)

Our friend here is awake.

That's not possible.
I gave that thing
enough tranquilizer

to knock out an elephant
for 12 hours.

You know this isn't
an elephant, right?

(GROWLING)

It's getting loose.

It's getting loose!

(GRUNTS)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(SNARLS)

The snakes!

(ALARM BLARING)

(YELLING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(BEEPING)

(PANTING)

(MUTTERS)

(STARTS ENGINE)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROWLING)

EARL: Oh, shoot.

Hey, Tully.

New sunglasses,
huh? Nice.

You know I can see
the deer, right?

Deer just jumped out
in front of my truck.

(SIGHS)

What about the one
in the back there?

Uh...

I forgot.
There was two of them.

You sure that's the story
you want to stick to?

It's the God's
honest truth this time.

Isn't that a bullet hole?

EARL: Huh? What bullet hole?

Looks like about
a .308 there,
wouldn't you say?

A .308?

I don't know anything
about ballistics.

Ballistics?

(SCOFFS)

That's a real big
word for you, Earl.
I'm impressed.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry.
I know it wasn't
you that shot him.

Earl Junior!

Why don't you come out
from behind that
bush over there?

Let's have a little chat
before I have to cart
your old man off to jail.

He's just a kid, Tully.
You're scaring him
half to death.

(SPITS)

TULLY: Poaching
is poaching, Earl.

You know the deal,

the fine or the time.

The fine.

Have a nice day.

That ain't no way
to treat a citizen!

First beer's on me later.

Have you seen her?
Have you seen my baby?

Daphne! Daphne!
Have you seen her?
She's missing.

My baby.
MAN: Get away from me, lady.

No.
Sheriff! Sheriff, stop!

Have you found her?
Have you found my baby?

We're pretty sure
that she's with Jared,
Mrs. Mailer.

Oh, no, Sheriff,
what if she's
not with him?

I told her to stay away
from that piece of trash.

I'd cut that sucker's
balls off myself if I...

If I could do it
legally, that is.

Oh, she's really
a good girl, Sheriff.

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

She's been an absolute doll
since she got out
of jail this time.

(SIGHS) But, Sheriff,
it's been two days.

I'm not stupid.
I watch reality TV.

After the first 48 hours,

it's practically a cold case.

Huh.

Okay. Well, we're doing
our best to locate her

and I promise I'll be
in touch as soon as
I hear something, okay?

Thank you, Ms. Mailer.

You have a good day.

Thank you. Hey! Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Sheriff.

Mr. Mayor.

What was that
all about?

Oh, her daughter
went missing.

Last seen?

Hiking outside
the fence at Black Lake.

Outside the fence?
Yes, sir.

Is this something that I
should be worried about?

Because if it is, I'll have
to call in a prescription.

The daughter is
a grown woman, sir.

We think that she took off
with the boyfriend.

The mother's not
too fond of him.

But, we are considering
other possibilities.

Good.

I gave you this job because
you know the town, its people,

and to make sure that
the crocodiles at Black Lake

don't cause any problems.

You gave me this job,
sir, because
nobody else wanted it.

I sent Ferguson down
to take a look.

Ferguson?

I have complete faith
in your abilities.

I'm behind you
all the way.

But if you screw up,

I'll throw you under
the bus in a heartbeat.

Oh, Steve, how are you?
Nice to see you.
Mr. Mayor.

Thanks for
the building permit.

Remember,
it's an election year.

Ice cream! The mayor has
coupons for free ice cream!

Coupons for free
ice cream, everyone!

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

FERGUSON:
Uh, Sheriff,
can you hear me?

Yeah, Ferguson,
where are you?

Is that you?

Go ahead, Ferguson,
before I kick your ass.

Yeah, roger that.

Uh, we are combing
the perimeter fence
just like you instructed.

Find anything?

Yeah. Yes, ma'am.

Is it Daphne Mailer?

No, ma'am.

You, uh... You need to
see this for yourself.

Okay, since we're
playing this game,

secure the scene.
I'm on my way.

Roger that.

(SIGHS)

Secure the scene!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON POLICE RADIO)

DAPHNE:
I can't believe she would
use this picture of me.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
JARED: Daphne! Open the door.

Oh, wait, I got the key.

(SHOUTS) Where the hell
have you been?

You scared
the hell out of me.

(SIGHS)

Look at this.

Oh, cool.

Look at the picture!
I look like a pig!

My mom picked
the worst photo
she could find of me.

Boo-boo, you look good.

Good and fat.

No, you look good,
real good.

You look hot,

you look sexy.

Mmm.

Girl, you look smart.

Wait, you really
think I'm smart?

Oh, yeah, you got a GED.
Mmm.

You know, there's
something I really like

about a guy
that appreciates me

for my mind and
not just my body.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Okay.

Oh, baby.
(MOANS)

(GRUNTS)
(JARED GROANS)

JARED: What?

Okay.

Oh, yeah. Okay. Come on.

Baby, you said
you like it rough.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Ow!

Oh, sorta. Okay.

Baby!
(DAPHNE MOANING)

JARED: Okay.
Just a little less.

(DAPHNE MOANING)

Yeah.

(DAPHNE SCREAMING)

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

MS. MURDOCH:
Where have you been?

BEACH: I've been
walking all night.

MS. MURDOCH: What do you mean?
BEACH: They got out.

MS. MURDOCH:
What do you mean,
"They got out?"

BEACH: They're loose.

Get to my office
immediately.

BEACH: Roger that.

Whose fault is that?

I ain't taking the fall
for what went on out there.

I'm not asking you to
take the fall, Mr. Beach.

But you will help
me get them back.

Wait, I'm gonna what?

Those snakes
are a very rare,
very endangered species.

They are monsters,
is what they are.

Yes. Well, they also
represent billions of
dollars to this company.

Have you ever heard
of the Blood Orchid?

Can't say I have.

It's a tropical species.
Very rare.

My father discovered
that the orchid extract,

when mixed with
the particular secretions
of a molting, giant anaconda

created a compound capable
of regenerating cells.

Cell regeneration?

I'm talking about
biological immortality,
Mr. Beach.

Imagine what people
would be willing to pay
to live forever.

Anything.

MS. MURDOCH:
But there was a problem.

A protein bond triggers
cell regeneration
in reptiles.

Unfortunately,
it doesn't work
the same way in humans.

So, how does it work?

It becomes lethally toxic.

Do I still have
your attention?

Absolutely.

Before he died,
my father
found a solution

but it required
creating a hybrid.

And with that
you get your
fountain of youth?

Unfortunately,
the only compatible
reptile on Earth

is as rare as
the orchid itself.

A species of crocodile.

Enormous, aggressive.

And they can only be found
one place on Earth.

Yeah, I know.
I fought with one.

Gather your men, Mr. Beach.
We're going back there.

We're gonna find that snake
before she lays her eggs

or someone or something
gets to her first.

I need those baby
Crocacondas alive.

MAN: (ON RADIO)
You're listening
to Monster Rock on Q95.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

There's no way you got
2,200 on your SATs.

I did. I swear.
I'm, like, a genius.

No. Actually,
you're like, terrifying.

MEGAN: It's so wrong.
Whatever.

I only got, like, 1,900.

And somehow they still let you
into vocational school.

What about you?
What'd you get
on your SATs?

Uh, right around 2,350.

ALL: What?
JENNIFER: What?
You're full of it.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't hate.

(LAUGHING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Oh, goody, it's Tiff!

Hey, big sister.

TIFFANI: Put me on speaker.
Everybody needs to hear this.

Okay, bitches,

it's time to put
down your phones
and that copy of Girl Mag

and listen the hell up.

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(GASPS) My phone.

The bitch can't
talk right now.

(BEEPS)

Are you slow?

Slow?

No, no, I'm seriously
asking if you're stupid.

Like, mentally challenged?

Because I need to know
what I'm dealing with.

(SCOFFS) I mean, seriously,
what the hell do
you think this is?

What I see in front of me
are a bunch of
stupid little girls

who think they
have what it takes

to become Delta
Phi Beta sisters.

And I can tell you
right now, they...

BOTH: Are wrong!
(LAUGHING)

You are some sorry-ass losers.

If you want to get in,

you're gonna have
to prove yourselves.
(GIGGLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GROANS)

Ah.

I thought I had lost you,
my little friend.

Are you calling
your boyfriend?

What's his name?
Maybe I know him.

Since when did you
ever need to know

a guy's name
before you do him?

(SCOFFS) Whatever.
(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

This is Tully.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, sweetie,
how are you doing?

What ya doing?

Uh, I just stopped by
the house real quick

to, uh, try and grab
a quick snack.

You miss me yet?

Of course I miss you, honey.
I mean, you're off at college

and then I'm here all alone.

I think they call it, uh,
"Empty-nest Syndrome."

Shut up, you probably
already turned my room

into a man cave
or something.

(CHUCKLES)

Yes, indeed, I, uh, just hung
a flat screen up in there.

Got it all cleaned out.

Put a La-Z-Boy in there.
I got a little mini fridge.

I am set
for football season.
You have no idea.

Ugh.

That sounds great.
All you need now is
a dog to lay by your feet.

(CHUCKLES)
I would love that.

(SIGHS)

So, what's up, babe?

Just keeping
to our agreement.
Checking in.

Thought I'd let you
know that I'm going to

Rush weekend with
the sorority girls.

Right, I completely
forgot about that.

Where you guys going?

Oh, we're going up
to Clear Lake.

Hmm.

You don't have to worry.

Just, uh, do me a favor
and just let me know

when you're heading
back to the dorms, okay?

Okay.

All right. I love you.

I love you, too.

Goodbye.
Bye.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I'm hungry.

I'm gonna go
back to the truck
and get a snack.

Hey. Bring me
some Cheez Doodles.

Okay, Dad.

(GRUNTING)

(SQUEAKING)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING STOPS)

(SCREAMS)

Anything but crocodiles.
Please let it be
anything but crocodiles.

What the hell
is going on here?

Well, um,

the forensics are
still going over it.

But it could be arson.

Arson?

Does this look like
arson to you, Ferguson?

Maybe not.
(SIGHS)

Find any, uh, bodies?
Daphne Mailer, maybe?

Well, we have one...

Ferguson, just a little
personal space here.
Sorry.

We have one partial
set of human remains.

Um, what isn't still attached
is probably inside the...

You know...
The crocodile?

You can say it, Ferguson,
just not too loudly.

Well, while we're here,
we might as well be sure.

Cut him open.

I'm not really good with,
uh, with sharp things.

But, uh, I can get
you a set of gloves.

No, no, that's okay.

My hands have been in
some pretty nasty places.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON POLICE RADIO)

(EXHALES)

(SLICING)

(SQUISHING)

(COUGHS)

Huh.
(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)

Okay, bag those up.
Get me some DNA.

I want to make sure
that they don't match
our missing person.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, everyone.

BOB: Hey, Mayor.
Nice to see you, Bob.

How's the game going?
BOB: Good, sir.

Working on the handicap?

BOB: You got it.
Good boy.

What the hell
is going on here?

I heard the call on
the scanner in my office.

Okay, I have it
under control.

Oh.

You call that
under control?

I don't call this
under control.

And you're gonna call
Fish and Wildlife

before anybody gets
what's going on around here.

I don't have to tell you

that November's just
around the corner

and my ass is on the line.

Just take care of it.

All right, everybody,
the Mayor is leaving.
See you later!

Bob, take care.
Remember, Sunday picnic.
BOB: Yep.

You have a good day, too.

BOB: I'll be there, sir.

MAYOR: Keep up
the good work, everyone.

(LINE RINGING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

All right.

Sweetie, two times
in one day, huh?

Uh...

I do have unlimited minutes.
Sweetie? Do I know you?

Oh. Uh...

Jeez, I am really sorry.
Um... (STAMMERS)

You know what?
Um... (CHUCKLES)

I thought you
were my daughter.

Could be. My mom
dated a lot of guys.

What?

This is the Aroostook
County Sheriff.

Am I speaking with Will Tull,
Fish and Wildlife?

Yes, this is Will Tull.
My friends call me Tully.

Well, Tully, I'm Reba
and I don't have any friends,

so you can call me Reba.

Yes, I'm, uh, familiar
with, uh, who you are.

I think I'll stick, uh,
with Sheriff for now.
(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) How much do you know
about crocodiles?

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(ROARS)
(SCREAMING)

GIRL 1: Did you get
another tattoo?
GIRL 2: I totally did.

GIRL 1: Let me see.
GIRL 2: I had to.

GIRL 1: Oh, my gosh.
GIRL 2: It's just small.

I didn't want
anything really big.

GIRL 1: This is really good.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

TIFFANI: What do you
think this is?
A vacation?

You are all useless.

All right, bitches,
on the line!

Get on the line right now!

That's better.

I happen to know that
none of my DPB sisters

or brothers at Kappa Tau Pi

are gonna want anything
to do with any of you

if you all suck.

And right now, you do.

That's it, you're out.
You didn't make it.
Come on. Leave!

(LAUGHS) I'm just kidding.
I'm just kidding.
You can get back in line.

Get back in line!

Now get in the water.

Um, I don't think any
guy minds if we suck,

if you get my politically
incorrect innuendo.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

What are you all
waiting for?

Are you afraid
of the crocodiles?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I cannot believe you
are all this stupid.

This is Clear Lake.

There are no crocodiles
in Clear Lake.

The crocodiles
are in Black Lake.

Now get in the water!

Go on.

Get your asses in there!

Where do you think
you're going?

But you said to...

And what was
your name again?

Jane.

Jane?

(GIGGLING)
As in plain Jane?

As in Goldsburg.

(SCOFFS)

You have 20 minutes
to dig a hole

big enough to bury
your sorry ass in.

(JANE GROANS)

Are you both deaf?

Or maybe you really
don't have what it takes
to become a Delta Phi Beta.

I've got my eye
on both of you.

Is that even possible
to have one singular
eye on both of us?

I don't think so.

GIRL 1: It's gonna be fine.

(GIRLS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

GIRL 2: Move it.
You don't want
to piss her off.

Let's go, guys. Go.

It's a beach, bitches!

Walk until you can't
touch the bottom

and tread water
until I say stop.

Go!

Looks like Megan's
already halfway
to becoming a sister.

(SOBBING)

TIFFANI: That's it.
Keep swimming.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Let's hear it for
Brett and Andrew
from Kappa Tau Pi!

Whoo! Go, guys!

Great performance, guys!

JENNIFER: Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

MELISSA: That was crazy.

Bro, that was awesome!
(CHUCKLING)

I'm sure the girls
will show you
their appreciation later,

if you get my meaning.

BRETT: All right!

(SIREN CHIRPS)

I'll give you 10 seconds
to move your vehicle.

Huh? I'm here
meeting the Sheriff.

Oh, it's your lucky day.
You found her.

I know. I'm Will Tull.
Fish and Wildlife.

Oh, Tull!
Just the man we've
been waiting for.

You still got to
move your vehicle.

(STAMMERS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, boy.

Here we go.

REBA: So,
you have an ID yet?

No ID, but I can tell you
the legs do belong
to the rest of him.

How can you be sure?

CORONER:
You'll have to forgive me.

This is the only time
I have to eat my lunch.

Wing Ding?

Oh, uh...

Thanks, but no.

You can tell by the break.
(FERGUSON COUGHS)

Clearly the legs were torn off
with tremendous force

coming down on the femurs.

But here, you can see
how they match.

Yeah.

And you're absolutely
certain that he's a he?

No question.

Well, how long before
you can give me a name?

I got no usable prints.

Possibility of dental records,
but that could take weeks,
even longer.

All right, thanks.
TULLY: Yeah.

(COUGHS)

(FERGUSON GROANS)

Mmm...

Hmm.

(RETCHING)

(COUGHING)

Ugh.

Sorry.

Thanks.

MS. MURDOCH: Did they find
what was left of the lab unit?

Even if they have,
there's no way they
can connect it to us.

I made sure.

You better hope so
for all our sakes.

Eyes front.

BEACH: So, what's the plan?

What a bitch.

A couple of days ago
I had our tech guys block
their tracking device

so only ours will work.

So we're the only ones
that can track these things?

Bingo.

We'll use this
to find the female
and bring her back to the lab.

And if we can't?

This is a portable
incubator.

If we can't bring
her back to the lab,
we'll take her eggs.

Whatever happens,
we can't have her
lay them in the wild.

Those eggs are
the key to the serum.

And what if she does
lay them in the wild?

I don't want to know.

I guess we're gonna
need Bickerman again.

No one knows
the land like him.

Well, he does have
a bag full of my money.

I think it's about time
Captain Hook earned it.

REBA: The good news is
it's not our missing person.

The bad news is that
our missing person
is still missing.

Finding a dead guy
inside of a croc
isn't bad news enough?

Spend a little time
with us, Mr. Tull,

and you'll find that
it's just another day
at the office around here.

What'd you got on
the tractor trailer?

Unfortunately, not much.
The, uh, license plates
melted in the fire.

Can't even get
a readable VIN number.

The guys at the garage
are taking it apart

to see if they can get
some serial numbers
off the engine.

Might be able to
trace it from there.

All right.
Well, keep on it.

Yes, sir, ma'am.
I mean, Sheriff. Sheriff.

Mr. Tull, what do you need
from us to get started?

Well, first thing's first.

Probably best to go ahead
and show me what you've got.

(SIGHS)

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

(LAUGHING)

(SOBBING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)

(GIRLS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Boo!
(GASPS)

Oh, my God,
you scared me.

Well, with your ear buds in
and your eyes closed,

Sasquatch
and his whole family
could sneak up on you.

Here, it's the only
thing I could find
to actually drink.

Thanks.

Unless you want to join
the vomit patrol over there?

(CHOKES)

(LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

I'm okay.

MELISSA: Okay, let's do it.

Neanderthals.

I'm surprised they don't
drag them off by their hair.

Why are you here?
You don't seem
like the type.

What, can't you tell
that I've lived to be a Delta?

Paint each other's toenails,

call each other
sisters and BFFs?

Compare each other's
boob jobs?

Stop.
Get a daring

butterfly tattoo
on our ankles.

Okay, stop.
Pierce our unmentionables.

Seriously, stop. (LAUGHS)

Really, why are you here?

Truth is I'm a psych major.

And I mean,
what is more psycho

then wanting to
join a sorority?

(CHUCKLES)

Great resource material.

Oh, I'm bored!
Make them swim.

Get in the water.

Come on. Go. Go.

TIFFANI:
Get in, bitches.

News flash,
you stupid bitches!

Frats don't like
boring sorority sisters.

Now, get in the water!

Uh...

What about you,
girlfriend?

What's your excuse?

I'm a legacy.
My mom was a Delta.

So, what, she, like,
forced you into
it or something?

No.

She died when I was little.

It was just
me and my dad.

So I thought that
becoming a Delta

would be something
to remember her by.

That's sweet.

I mean, I want to throw up.

But it's sweet. Seriously.

Don't think I don't see
you two sitting
over here snickering

or laughing or whatever.

You do know that those words
mean the same thing, right?

What I do know is that
you are two of
the sorriest pledges

I have ever seen
in my life.

And if you want a hope in hell
of getting into this sorority,

you better get it together.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Well, let's take one
for mom and my studies.

(LAUGHS)

(TULLY WHISTLES)

This is a mess.

This happened last night?

Right about then.

We don't get many
eyewitnesses out here
in the middle of the night,

which, I'm sure,
was the point.

I'm not gonna candy coat
this for you, Sheriff.

If this fence was
down for even an hour,

it's entirely possible that
some of the crocs escaped.

I mean, there's
a chance we can track
some of them, but...

Oh, then what
are we waiting for?

Um...

Well, uh, I mean,
you obviously know
a lot about breeding.

Excuse me?

That... That came out wrong.

Let me, uh, clarify that.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE)
Aroostook Station Wildlife.

Hey, Sheryl, it's Tully.
I'm out here at Black Lake,

just trying to take my
foot out of my mouth.

You do that a lot, Tully.

If you could do me a solid
and get Falmouth on the line

and have them send over
all of the transponder numbers

for the crocs they
tagged out here
on their last survey...

Mmm-hmm.

...that would be great.

And if you could
make it snappy,
I would be very happy.

We could have
a very serious situation
on our hands here.

I'll get on that.
Okay.

Yep. Thanks.
Uh, Tully, what about
that raise I...

Okay, bye, bye.
Bye. Bye.

(SIGHS)

Oh, what I was
saying earlier is that

any crocs that were born
after they were tagged

aren't gonna have
any transponders.

So we're gonna have to hunt
the old-fashioned way.

And if we're
gonna do that,

it's gonna take
a lot more than that
peashooter to stop 'em.

Don't you worry about me.

If there's one thing
I'm good at,

it's stopping crocodiles.

So I've heard.

All right.

Here's a list of
all the transponders

that they tagged
the crocs with.

Looks like a lot.

Yeah, but this is not right.

This is last week's readout.
Hold on.

What the hell?

The whole system went down.

Is that normal?

Oh, well, it's never
gone down on me before,
so to speak.

There's a first time
for everything, I guess.

That's kind of
convenient timing.

Not really.

Well, I mean,
a bizarre accident

blows a hole in
our security gate

around the same time
the tracking system goes down.

We don't even know
how many crocs
have escaped, if any.

True, true.
We don't know
how many escaped,

but, uh, we do know
where they're going.

Check this out.
Pull up this map.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

All right. This is us.

And here's Black Lake.

Now I'm willing to bet
they've probably consumed

most of the lake's
resources, so,

the crocs are gonna be
headed toward the nearest
source of ready food,

which is right there.

REBA: Clear Lake.

Hey!

Where do you
want us to start?

Start in there.

That's where we
found him the first time.

If we're lucky,
he'll be drinking
his way through

that money we gave him.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(LINE RINGING)

Come on, Beth,
answer the phone, please.

Look, just try to relax.

You know, uh, she's
probably out having
some fun with friends.

Besides, we don't even know
if the crocs did escape

or even if they
made it to Clear Lake.

Look, I'm not gonna
be able to relax

until I know my
daughter is safe.

So, I'm gonna go
look for her.

Uh, we're working
here, Tull.

Once that fence is fixed,
your lake is safe.

I can't say the same
thing about my daughter.

So, I'm gonna go
try and find her,
you can come or not.

Uh, I'm coming!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JIM: I was never here.

You got it, boss.

Hey, buddy,
what can I get you?

I'm looking for
Jim Bickerman.

Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.
Jim who?

I'm still having
a hard time
with that last name.

Bickersteen?

Bickerman. Jimmy Bickerman.

Why didn't you say so?

Haven't seen him.

Hi, Jim.

Happy hour start
a little early today?

Don't hassle me,
Ms. Murdoch.
I'm a cripple.

Physically challenged
is the preferred term now.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did that hurt?

Come on, Jim.
We still have
business to discuss.

Let me help you up.

(GROANS)

Did you see that, hmm?

I think I got me
a lawsuit here.

(MELISSA WHOOPING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)

He's actually
kind of cute.

Yeah.

You ready?

Born ready.
Yeah.

Ladies, Andrew is
gonna give Hannah here...

Heather.
Close enough.

A show to remember.

(CHUCKLES)

ANDREW: Damn, it's cold.

I'm gonna go up front.
Yeah.

Baby, you know
tops are optional
on my boat.

Does that line really work?

(EXHALES)

Well, I am the captain.

(EXHALES)

(LAUGHS)

You handle the throttle.

Hit it!

HEATHER: Whoo!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, yeah, baby.

MELISSA:
Let's go over there.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

What? I'm serious.
You're so much hotter
than the other girls.

How about a little
suck face, huh?

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(SCREAMS) Stop.

(GASPS)

Stop! Stop the boat!

BRETT: Why? What's wrong?

He's gone. He's gone!

Something attacked him.
I think a giant
alligator or something!

Yeah, yeah, he's probably
joking around.

I'll circle back
and pick him up.
Melissa...

MELISSA:
Heather, just calm down.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MELISSA:
He'll be okay, all right.

HEATHER: I don't know.

What the...

Very funny, Andrew!

That was a $200 rope.

Maybe we should get
back to the beach.
(GASPS)

I can't leave Andrew in
the middle of the lake,

joke or no joke.

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Huh?

(SCREAMING)
JENNIFER: Not again.
Cut it out.

That's not funny.
We've seen this before.

Andrew?

(SCREAMING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

I did not give
them permission
to get out of the water!

(BOTH GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, my God, they're gone!

Melissa!

Oh, my God! Help me!

Go, go!

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING)

Go, go!

Help me!

No, Heather, no!

Melissa, help me!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
What do we do? Tiffani!

I don't think we
can outrun them!

Oh, God!
Wait! I have an idea!

What?

Ahhh! Help me!

No! (SCREAMING)

Need I tell you
that you're going

just a tad over
the speed limit?

Write me a ticket.

Don't tempt me.

Ferguson, you out there?

Come in.
Uh, um...

Ferguson, come in.

Excuse me, bro.
Official police business.

Ferguson.

Just, just one minute.
Thanks.
MAN: Okay.

This is Ferguson.
Uh, who's this?

(STAMMERS)

It's your mother, Ferguson.

I need you to get out
to the Clear Lake Marina
and get everybody out.

The lake is officially closed.

Blame it on, uh, red algae
or brain-eating amoebas.

I don't really care.
Just don't let anybody

hear you say
the word, "Crocodile."

We don't need to start
a panic. Am I clear?

(STAMMERING)
Roger that, Sheriff.

Ixnay on the ocodile-cray.

Ugh.

Where's my...

(GROANS)

Okay.

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

Come on! Come on! Hurry!

Get in the car.

Where's Amber?

I tried to save her,
but she didn't make it.

(ALL SCREAMING)

Wait. You can't
come in this car.

Why?
I don't like your bikini.

That's it. We're leaving.

Oh, God, can you believe it?
I left the keys on the beach.

You mind going back and
getting them, big sister?

What, are you nuts?

Come on, come on,
get out of here!

Why aren't they leaving?

Go! Go away!

Yeah, that'll work.
Just tell them to leave.

(ROARS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

I'm getting out of here!

No! Cassie, no!

(ALL SCREAMING)

No!

(SCREAMING)

She's not gonna make it.

Better her than me.

We got to help her.

I volunteer...

Her.
Why her?

It's not like she's
gonna get in anyway.

(GASPS)

Do you try to be a bitch
or does it just
come naturally?

Our only hope
is Tiff's car.

Okay? We go on three!

One, two, three!

Ah!

No!

Ahhh!

I got you! I got you.

I got you.

(SCREAMING)

We got to distract them.

Who's got something
we can use?
Like what?

I... I need
a can of hair spray.
Something flammable.

How about spray tanner?

Uh, somebody must
have left it there.

That'll work.
Who's got a lighter?

Guilty as charged.

Help! Help!

They're gonna...
They're gonna...

No, they're not.
It's okay.

When I say the word,
just be ready to run, okay?

Wait a second,
I'm in charge here.
I say the word.

I'm listening!

Hey! Over here!

Now?

Now! Now! Now!

Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING)

I'm not getting a signal.

We must be out of range.

(BIRD FLUTTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

MS. MURDOCH:
It's a snake skin.

(JIM PANTING)

MS. MURDOCH:
One of them is molting.

It's too big for the males.

It's come from the female.

She may be ready
to lay her eggs.

We know one thing for sure.

Which is what?

She's still growing.

Yeah, like she wasn't
big enough already.

Move out!

I'm fine.

Just fine.
Thanks for asking.

(ALARM BLARING)
(GROANING)

Okay, sorry. Sorry.

People of
the visitors' center,

I need you to leave
the premises right away.

There is absolutely
no reason to panic.

Sorry.

There is no need to panic.
Everything will be okay.

By order of the Aroostook
County Sheriff,

I need you to all
remove your vehicles

and exit in a calm
and orderly manner.

There's no need for
pushing and shoving.

MAN: Get out
of the way, nerd boy!

Be polite, people!

This is a major emergency!
Run! Your life
may depend on it!

Stop. Stop!

What is it?

Sheriff...
(SHUSHES)

What the hell is it?

It's crocodile prints.

That tracker of yours
showing anything
around here?

No, no, no.
It's still not working.
I left it in the truck.

(SCOFFS)

That's weird.
Where the hell
did that thing go?

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

Whoa!

(GROANS)

Do something!

Working on it!

(SNAKE HISSING)

Oh, my God!

(GROWLS)

What's that?

(BONES CRACKING)

(BOTH YELLING)

(BOTH GROANING)

Where you going?

Damn!

(PANTING)

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff, stop!
What are you doing?

I'm going after the snake!

Hell, no.

I'm not about to become
part of the food chain.

I'm going back
to the truck
to find my daughter.

What?

Ugh!

(HORN HONKING)

Come on.

Come on, this way.

MAN: I'm coming. I'm coming.
I got a bum knee.

Sheriff, this is Ferguson.

Sheriff, you copy?

Yeah, I hear you,
Ferguson. Go.

This is Ferguson.

I know, Ferguson.
You just radio-ed me.

Oh, yeah, uh, I just
wanted you to know

that the visitors'
center is secure

and I've locked all
the perimeter gates.

Roger that.

By any chance you
come across a group of
sorority girls out there?

Negative, Sheriff.
Just a bunch of families.

Why?

Did somebody else
go missing?

I'm with Tull.
Meet me on the Fire Road.
We got another problem.

Does it involve a C-R-O-C?

Now, Ferguson!

Roger that.

Damn it!
Still no answer.

I've never seen
anything like that
in my life.

Me neither.

I mean, it...
It had to be an anaconda.

The green anaconda,
that's the largest species
in recorded history.

That thing wasn't
just large, Tull.
It was, it was ginormous.

I know. I saw it.
I can't explain it.

I mean, I've heard
stories of these snakes

getting to be 50
or more feet long

eating cattle and people.

But this is deep
down in the jungles,
and they're just legends.

Maybe not.

Well, even if
it's not a story,

they're indigenous
to the Amazon.

What the hell are
they doing here?

It had to have
come from somewhere.

It had to be a person
who brought it here.

Great minds think alike.

How did it get so big?

I don't know.
That's the least of my
worries at this point.

You need more?

My daughter is
still out there.

And any of these snakes
could be out there with her.

And here I thought
the crocs were bad.

(GROWLING)

We can't just stay here.

Maybe we can. I mean, someone
will figure out we're missing

and send someone
to find us. Right?

That could take days.

We'll starve to death.

Trust me, some of
you girls could stand
to lose a little weight.

Oh, my God. Do I
have to do everything?

Switch with me.

Okay.

TIFFANI: What are you doing?

You were serious
about stealing cars?

(ENGINE STARTS)

A-ha. All better.
Let's go.

How'd you learn
to do that?

When my dad wouldn't
lend me his car.

And that is why being a DG
is not in your future.

How will my life go on?

Drive!

GIRL 1: I don't know...
GIRL 2: Where are we going?

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

BETHANY: Oh, my God,
watch out for that tree!

JANE: Oh, my goodness!
Oh, my goodness!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Damn it!

Back up. There has
to be another way.

Come on!

What are you waiting for,
Tiff? Just drive!

(SCREAMING)

(SNAKE HISSING)

Oh, my God!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Everybody out! Now!

BETHANY: Get out! Get out!

I can't go out there!

I can't!

Wait! Where's Jennifer?

(JENNIFER SCREAMING)

She's still inside!
What?

We have to get her out!
Oh, my God.

Hey, get off of there!
Get off!

Yeah, that's smart!
Piss off the giant snake!

JENNIFER: Somebody help me!

Somebody help me! Someone!

(GLASS SHATTERING)
(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(CRYING)

(COUGHS)

(SOBBING)

I'm so sorry.

Hey, you did everything
somebody like you
was willing to do.

What am I going
to tell my dad?

He just bought me that car!

If something happens
and I don't make it,
do me a favor.

Kick her ass.

First on my bucket list.

(BUSHES RUSTLING)
(CROCODILE GROWLING)

What is it?

There's something out there.

It's not showing up on here.

Maybe the transmission
got damaged somehow.

Or maybe it's something else.

Don't shoot it.
It's a federal offense.

What's it doing?

Hunting.

Hunting what?

Us.

(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Oh, the hell with this!

He's dead.

Let's get moving.
She could lay
her eggs any time.

We can't just leave
him here like that.

We can't take him with us.
He'll just slow us down.

He knew what he
was signing up for.
He have a family?

A sister.

Send flowers. Let's go.

You do realize she's
a sociopath, right?

It had crossed my mind.

Any new leads on
the sorority girls?

Space, Ferguson.
No, sir... Sorry.

You guys are covered
in blood. (CHUCKLES)

There are, um, only really
two usable beaches
along the shoreline.

Everything else
is just too rocky,
too many trees.

There's one along this path

and another one round back
all the way over
to the other side.

That one's more popular
with the, uh, local teenagers.
(CHUCKLES)

If you, um, if you
get my meaning.

Show me.
Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

TULLY: Beth!

What the hell happened here?

Bethany!

I'm gonna go check the lake.

(STAMMERS) What...

FERGUSON:
I'm just gonna...

REBA: Ferguson! Let's go!

Just gotta get my gun.

Okay.

What's an abandoned
boat doing here?

Ferguson, go check
the boat out, okay?

We're gonna check
the shoreline. Let's go.

Ooh... Ooh.

Huh?

Whoa!

What the...

(SCREAMING)
(GASPS)

(WAILING)

TULLY: I need you to focus.
Okay, I'm gonna ask you again.

What happened
on the boat?

Who else was on
the boat with you? Think.

(STAMMERING) I don't know.

Andrew was wakeboarding and...

Okay, but who else
was there, all right?
I'm looking for someone. Okay?

I'm looking for a girl,
5'4", blond hair,
blue eyes, named Bethany.

Bethany Tull.
I don't know.

Her name is Bethany!
Okay, relax, Tully, okay?

MELISSA: I don't remember
any other girls on the beach!

Are you here for Rush week?
Are you part of the sorority?

I'm looking for
my daughter, damn it!

Tully, come here!
I told you I don't remember!

Take it easy, Tully.

Can't you see that
the girl is hysterical?

You're not gonna
get anything from her,
not now.

I know. I just...
I'm sorry. I lost it.
It's all right.

FERGUSON: I'm sorry.

Everything will be okay.
I promise. I promise.
It'll be okay.

REBA: It's okay.

Get her to the hospital,
would you? Okay.

Sweetie...
FERGUSON: Okay. Hey.

Hey. Now let's go
find your daughter, okay?
(SIGHS)

Come on.

MS. MURDOCH: I got something.

Signal's pretty weak.

She's far.

How big is this lake?

Well, this is about
as wide as she gets.

Goes down that way
another click or so

before it hits
the Clear Lake Dam.

How do we get there?

Well, let's see.

Well, we could take the roads
or go back over land.

There's a boat.
That'll do.

(CHUCKLES)

I believe that's
a tad too small, miss.

I'm sure you've heard that
more than once in your life.

I don't think
that belongs to us,
Ms. Murdoch.

I don't care what you think.
Now are you coming?

Or are you giving
me my money back?

(SIGHS)

What the hell?

Something crushed
it like a tin can.

There's no way
a crocodile
could do this.

You and I both know
it wasn't a croc.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna find my daughter
before that snake does.

(SCOFFS) Just another
day at the office.
(COCKS GUN)

JIM: Lower your throttle,
you goon.
You're going too fast.

MS. MURDOCH:
Don't listen to him.
Speed up!

That's a hell
of a lot of wake.

So?

So, a big wake,
lots of splashing,

tends to attract crocs.

I got bigger things
to worry about

than crocodiles,
Mr. Bickerman.

Yeah.
That's what you think.

(ENGINE REVS)

(MS. MURDOCH SCREAMS)
(MEN GRUNTING)

MAN: What the hell was that?

We hit something.

Or something hit us.

I don't have time
for this. Move!

Can you even
drive a boat, lady?

Whoa!

BEACH: What are you doing?
We have to go back.
We have to go back.

JIM: Hey!

Hey!

Murdoch, you bitch!

Help!
Hey! Turn the boat around.

We got to go back
and get him!

We're not going back.

You want to save him?
Feel free to go for a swim.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

That's it. I've had it.
I'm taking a break. Ah!

We should just
keep moving.

I don't care what you do.

I need a minute
to catch my breath.

No, no, she's right.
We should just stop.

Let's just stand here
so the giant snake
can catch us.

BETHANY: I don't think
it followed us.

What we need to do
is find our way
back to the main road.

Get your weasel ass
up and keep moving.

The only way you're
getting into this sorority
is over my dead body.

Dare to dream.

All right, girls.
Two minutes.

And then we try to
find the main road.

Just keep an eye out.

Crocodiles, snakes,

who knows what else
could be out here with us?

Lions and tigers
and bears, oh my.

Brings me back
to my wonderful,
yet nightmarish, childhood.

(RUMBLING IN THE DISTANCE)

Anybody else hear that?

Yes.

Oh, my God,
something's out there.

(GASPING)

Anyone want to bet
it's not a cute, little,
scary-ass munchkin?

Maybe it's a search party.

Maybe they're looking for me.

Ugh.

Whatever it is,
it's coming this way.

If it is a search party,
they're not
leaving without me.

Ah.

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)
(ALL SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

I didn't think there
were any crocodiles
in Clear Lake!

Well, there's
your search party.

That's not funny!
What do I do?

Just don't move.

Don't move.

(GROWLING)

No! Nobody messes
with a DG sister!

(YELLS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

(WAILING)

(SNAKE HISSING)

What the hell?

(GUNSHOTS)

BETHANY: Oh, my God, run!
Beth!

Dad! Dad!

Oh, my God.
Oh, I thought I lost you.

I knew you'd come for me.

Of course.

I'm gonna go home
and reenact that
to my dad and evil stepmom.

Listen,
this is real sweet and all,
but we'd better get moving.

I can't argue with that.

REBA: Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
MARGO: Okay.

MS. MURDOCH: All right, Beach.

You've had that
look on your face
since we got off the boat.

What is it?

BEACH: Nothing you
need to worry about.

I'm putting my mission
and my life in your hands.

If you have a problem,
then hell yes,
I need to worry.

Look, I didn't like him
any more than you did,

but we could've pulled
him out of the water.

No one around here
is gonna miss
Jim Bickerman, believe me.

Besides,
he's probably fine.

There wasn't that
much left of him.

Eh, he was a loose end.

He was right.
You are a sociopath.

I'm not a sociopath,
Mr. Beach.

I'm a person
trying to protect
her father's legacy.

He spent most of his life
perfecting
the Blood Orchid serum

and I intend to
finish what he started.

Make no mistakes.

I will gladly sacrifice
anyone or anything
that gets in my way.

Including you.

Nice to know where I stand.

Just keep doing your job
and you'll be fine.

This was such
a gigantic mistake.

I should have
pledged Omega Kappa.

How much further is it?

This is not my neck of
the woods, I am lost.

Relax, Tully,
I know where we're going.

All right.

Ah! Uh...

(ON RADIO) Sheriff,
this is Ferguson.
You copy?

Roger that.

Uh, Sheriff, can you hear me?

I copy, Ferguson.

Is that you?

(STAMMERS)

I give up. I give up.

MS. MURDOCH:
According to this signal,
she's right here somewhere.

We've been flushing them out
toward the choke point.

There's no way out.

I'm telling you.

She's right here.

What do you mean,
right here?

The only thing
I'm seeing out here
is you and me and Mr. Happy.

I'm telling you,
she's right here.

(SHUSHES)

Where is it?

That's not her.
What do you mean,
that's not her?

That's the male.

Then where the hell
is she?

(GRUNTS)

Don't shoot it!

(SCREAMS)

Damn!

(SCREAMING)

MS. MURDOCH:
You'll kill him if
you shoot my snake!

(GUN COCKS)

What are you doing?

I told you I wasn't
gonna let you kill it,

which is what I'll do to you
if you get in my way.

Over there.

(ROARS)

Don't you ever
do that again.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Now, come on!

(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(JANE WHIMPERS)

REBA: What the hell
was that?

I don't know,
but it's big.
Let's move.

REBA: Come on.

Wait a second!

We need the tracking
device and the case,
you idiot!

And I'll take my gun back.

Hmm!

(ON RADIO)
This is Ferguson, over.

Lot of movement out here.
Crocs and snakes, over.

Ferguson,
where the hell are you?

I'm in the back path
somewhere trying to find
one of the crocs.

And I think I
can hear something.

Can you hear this,
Ferguson?

You're hearing us.
You're hearing us!

Turn around!
What? Oh!

Got it. Okay.

Ooh, no grip on my shoes.

(SIGHS) Come on.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, got it.

All right?
Okay.

(HISSING)

Nobody move!

Ready to fill
your freezer?

You got a full clip?

Never leave home
without it.

Hey, how dare you point
your guns at my snake?

I'm the Sheriff, lady.
Who the hell are you?

I don't care who you are.
You're not killing my snake!

You see, I'm the one
who says who kills who
and what around here.

Right now,
you're on my list.

This is a controlled
animal reserve.

Drop your gun
and tell your
henchmen to stand down.

Let me just educate
you a little bit.

Those snakes are the property
of the Wexel Corporation.

You kill them
and I am gonna sue

the town of Lake Placid
into bankruptcy.

It's gonna be
a little tricky,
don't you think,

to attract tourists
to a ghost town?

Now, I'm gonna put him
down for a little nap.

My extraction team is gonna
bring them back to the lab.

And you and your little
college field trip

can do whatever you want
with your crocodiles.

Beach.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

BEACH: Extraction Team,
this is Black Lake recovery.

Get ready for extraction.

MAN: (ON RADIO)
Read you loud and clear.
We're here.

Then again, Beach,
kill the damn crocs.

Don't let them
kill the male.

(CRACKING)

What the hell was that?

After everything
I've seen today,
nothing would surprise me.

(HISSING)

(GIRLS WHIMPERING)

Except that.

She's here!

That is one big-ass snake.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

That's my girl!

On my coordinates,
gentlemen, prepare
for snake extraction.

MAN: (ON RADIO) Roger that.
We have eyes on you.

(GUNSHOTS)

That's okay, baby.

You will all be home soon.

(SNAKE HISSING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(EXPLODING)

Looks like your
extraction team
just got extracted.

Ferguson!
Yes, sir.

Get my daughter and
her friends to safety.

I'm not leaving you here.

I'll be fine.
Ugh!

Just go. Go!

Yeah, okay.
Come on, let's go.

And if things go south,
get 'em the hell out of here.

FERGUSON:
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

(CROCODILE GROWLING)

Just kill the damn croc!

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

Oh, my God!

(BONES CRACKING)
(CROCODILE ROARS)

(HISSING)

No! Don't kill my baby!

You really are
a psycho bitch!

(GRUNTS)

Damn it!

(YELLING)

Girls, don't watch,
don't watch. Don't watch!

Oh, God.

(GRUNTING)

Bye, bye, baby!

(GRUNTS)
(ALL SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING) No!

(SCREAMING)

FERGUSON: Oh, my God.

This is really starting
to get disgusting.

GIRL: God!
(RETCHING)

Oh, God!

MARGO: Yuck!

I'm all right.
I'm all right.

Oh, my God.
Okay.

MARGO: Oh, God,
that's disgusting.

(COUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

When my lawyers
are through with you,
you'll wish you never met me.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

I already do. Trust me.

When she's done with you,
you and I have some
business to discuss.

Yeah, good luck
keeping your badge.

Good luck being someone's
bitch behind bars.

(TULLY SCOFFS)

Ferguson, cuff her.

Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

I left 'em at home. Sorry.

(SIGHS)

Here. There you go.
Sorry.

Ferguson?
Yeah?

Good job.

Space, Ferguson.

Tull.

This is why your
tracking software
was on the fritz.

Back in the day,

we used those to
track tagged animals
and jam the Feds.

No kidding?
Mmm-hmm.

Far out.

Oh, this is great.
I mean, I can get

all the crocs back
on the reserve now.

Finally, some good news,
huh? (LAUGHS)

Dad!

Oh, babe.

Mmm.

So, Dad, I know I said
I would join Deltas
in honor of Mom,

but do you think it
would be okay if I didn't?

I don't think that
she would mind a bit.

Besides,
you honor her every day
by being so awesome.

(LAUGHS)

Ah, I love you so much.
Thanks, Dad.

I'm so glad you're safe.

Hey, guess what?
(CROCODILE GROWLING)

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

TULLY: Get in the truck!

(ROARS)

(BOTH PANTING)

TULLY: Later, gator.

REBA: It's not a gator.
It's a crocodile.

TULLY: Eh, whatever.

(CHUCKLES)

(HISSING)