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(EL BLANCO SNARLS)

Howdy.

WOMAN: Hey.
MAN: 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?

(EL BLANCO ROARING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

Howdy, folks.
WOMAN: Hello.

MAN: Hi.
Morning.

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

RAY: 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.

(GIRL CRYING)

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.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(HORNS HONKING)

What the hell?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Hey, Burt.

(OVER RADIO)
Tyler here. Come in.

Burt here.
What's up? Over.

We got a
situation here, Burt.

Better come back
into town, quick.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

What the hell
is going on?

We're being invaded.

ALL: 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.

CROWD: Yeah.

The cavalry
has arrived.

Chad Ranston.

(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

TYLER: Come on.
Step back.

It's all right.
It's all right.
NANCY: 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.

BURT: 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.
MINDY: 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.

BURT: Now, let me
tell you something.

I've lived with that
Graboid a long time,

and he is in
the pink of health.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

CROWD: 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.

CROWD: One worm,
one world.

Thank you.

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

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

You are throwing
your life away.

(WHISPERING) 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?

(SIGHS)

BURT: Those dirty SOBs.

(CRUSHES TOMATO)

(GRUNTS)

(RAY LAUGHING)

How are we
supposed to run
a protest out here

if we can't get
any cell service?

NANCY: 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.

(EXHALING)

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!

(CLAPPING HANDS)

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 résumé,

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

MAN: Save the worm.

ALL: Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Way to go, Chad!
Whoo!

So what do you think
of our little circus?

(BOTH LAUGH)

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.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

ALL: 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.

(CAR HONKING)

ROSALITA: Get
out of my way.

(EXHALES)

Damn. Who let
the freakshow in?

TYLER: 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?

TWITCHELL: 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?
TWITCHELL: 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.

STAN ON RADIO:
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.

NANCY: 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.

NANCY:
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.

(OVER RADIO) Hey, Gummer,
Twitchell here. You out there?

What is it?

TWITCHELL:
Take a look.

(EL BLANCO ROARING)

CASEY: He's gone
completely mad.

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

(EXHALES) 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(ENGINE STARTS)

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.

(PROTESTORS CHANTING)

(MUMBLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(TWITCHELL EXCLAIMS)

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.

(CHUCKLES) 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...

(CHUCKLES)

Quid pro quo.

TWITCHELL:
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.

(SNIFFS)

Tell them if they
have any questions
about this information,

they can speak
to me or Chad.

ALL: 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.

(EL BLANCO HOWLING)

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.

(EXHALES)

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.

ALL: 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.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Leaving so soon?

ELLIE: 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.

(ENGINE STARTS)

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.

ALL: Save the worm.
Save the worm.

Save the worm.

Which sounds better,
noble beast
or noble Graboid?

Noble Graboid.

(TYPING)

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.

(CONTINUES TYPING)

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...

(EXPLOSIONS)

What the hell?

CASEY: Oh, no!
My equipment!

(CASEY EXCLAIMS)

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

CASEY: Damn it.
BURT: Oh.

CASEY: There he is.

Get him, Burt.

BURT: Hey!

Hey!

Hold up.

(WRIST-SEISMO BUZZING)

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

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.

(BOTH PANTING)

I'll take a look at it.

Seems to be
your fulltime job
at the moment.

PROTESTOR: 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.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

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?

BURT: 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.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

CHAD: This from
Burt Gummer.

Burt Gummer,
the man who delights

in tossing grenades
at El Blanco
every chance he gets.

(ALL CHEERING)

(CROWD WHOOPING)

NANCY: 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.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Ah, jeez.
Hey, nature boys!

Get your asses
off that tower!

MAN: 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?

CHAD: 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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

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

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

(ROARING)

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?

(WRIST-SEISMOS BUZZING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(GROWLING)

CHAD: Happy now?

No, but something
tells me you are.

(SNARLS)

BURT: 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?

TWITCHELL: 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.

TWITCHELL: 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.

TYLER: 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.

ELLIE: Cranberry juice.
Cranberry juice.

ROSALITA:
Top shelf.
Top shelf.

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

Okay.
BURT: 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.

JODI: How
about a baggie?
CASEY: Perfect.

Okay. Um, family or
small or medium size?

BURT: Family size.
Big family.

Heads up.

I got it.

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

BURT: Whoa.

Oh, God.

Like most animals
in their death throes.

Here, you want
me to do it?

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

All right,
now don't get
too close.

TYLER: It's only
got one shot.

BURT: All right.
Pitch it in.

(GROWLS)

Watch it.

(SNARLING)

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

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.

BURT: What?

(ROARING)

BURT: Atta girl!
TYLER: Yeah!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(ROARS)

TYLER: 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.

MINDY: 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.

(SIGHS)

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 cliché.

(MINDY LAUGHING)

You know?
He did look like
Peter Fonda.

He was standing
on a stool

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

TYLER: All right, ladies
and gentlemen, kids.

Now, El Blanco
is a subterranean
killing machine.