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(Eerie music playing)

(eerie music continues)

(jail cell door closing)

MAN: Radar Control. This is Prison Transport 9961,

requesting permission to land. Over.

MAN 2: We've been expecting you, PT 9961.

Please confirm payload. Over.

MAN: Crite prisoners... eight of them. Over.

MAN 2“. There seems to be a problem, PT 9961.

My advance notice cube states there should be

10 Crite prisoners aboard your ship. Please explain. Over.

MAN: Well, we did have 10 at one time,

but the Crites were eating everything in sight.

We had to kill two of them to make the food last longer. Over.

MAN 2: Roger, PT 9961.

You're cleared for landing in docking bay B.

Send Crite prisoners through detox and immunization.

Put them in the termination lock as soon as you land.

Shock Control will be standing by. Over.

MAN: Roger. Radar Control.

This is Warden Zanti.

Get Shock Control over to the termination lock.

The Crites are up to something.

(Crites jabbering)

(explosion)

GUARD: Explosion In termination lock.

Damage report.

GUARD: Two dead and three wounded, sir.

Escapes?

GUARD: The Crites. All eight of them.

The Crites have stolen a ship!

(Lasers firing)

(Crites jabbering)

(explosion)

- Damn. - Get the bounty hunters.

(Clinking, beeping)

(electronic whirring and beeping)

(door opening)

WARDEN: I have a job for you.

(Door opening)

They've stolen one of our fastest ships,

with enough fuel to cross the galaxy 10 times over.

So fuel is not their concern.

However, you must stop them before they can feed.

You will receive full payment, as usual,

only upon evidence of their destruction.

(Spaceship whooshing)

(ethereal music playing)

- (soft music) - (birds chirping)

Brad, April, breakfast!

(Knocking)

Brad, I need to get in there!

(Knocking)

APRIL: Come on, you little snot, I'm in a hurry!

(Knocking continues)

Mom, Brad won't let me in the bathroom!

(Phone ringing)

Hello? Yeah, hold on.

April, telephone!

(Banging door) Brad, you're a real jerk!

Mom, Brad's hogging the bathroom.

Two minutes.

Hello?

Oh, hi. (Giggling)

Jay, breakfast!

Helen, was that Charlie calling?

- HELEN: No, It was Steve. - Steve?

Yeah? Happy birthday!

Yeah?

Well, what'd you get?

- No! Come on. - Hey. Steve who?

- The new boy at school. - APRIL: No!

Whatever happened to what's-his-name?

- HELEN: Richard? - I'm a terrible guesser.

Yeah, Richard. I thought he was the love of her life.

- Try and keep up, will ya? - You got to keep me informed.

Did you wash my bowling shirt?

Yes, dear, it'll be ready for the tournament. Go eat.

JAY: Brad, get Chewie off the table.

(Chewie meows)

APRIL: [can't wait!

Have you seen Charlie this morning, Brad?

Bye.

Thanks.

- So who is this Steve? - The dork from New York.

Shut up. You're such a baby.

What happened to Richard?

All Richard cared about was hog farms.

80? My dad farmed hogs.

Dad!

Brad, what are you sitting at the table

with a thermometer in your mouth for?

- I'm not feeling very good. - I'll bet.

- You look okay. - (Laughing) 106?

APRIL: Brad, did you tell Mom about your

big geometry test you have today?

Shut up. Just shut up!

HELEN: You have a test today, Brad?

You're a real shithead, you know?

Bradley!

Boy, I'm going to wash your mouth out.

Maybe you'll do as well on this test, Brad,

as you did on your last one.

JAY: What last test?

(Horn honking)

- Bye. Mmmmm. - Brad!

GIRL: Come on, April, we 're running late!

Get yourself ready for school, boy.

Dad.

You miss that bus, I'm going to skin you

and hang your bones out to dry.

(Sighs)

"Thank you for the lovely breakfast you prepared, Mother."

Wonder what happened to Charlie?

WOMAN: Morning, Harv.

Morning, Sal. What's happening?

Well, this here says that John Travolta

used to be a waitress in Fort Myers, Florida.

What's happening here, Sal?

Big bowling tournament tonight.

And Charlie, he's sleeping it off in the back.

(Clipboard clattering)

Oh, be nice, Harv. He don't mean no harm.

(Horn honking)

Ah! Aaah!

They're coming!

They're coming, Harv.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. I'm getting them through my fillings,

just like last time.

Cut the crap, Charlie.

- Listen. - Jesus.

They're the same ones that ruined my pitching career.

Do you ever consider slowing down

on the whiskey, Charlie?

It ain't the whiskey.

Sal. Sal, you remember, right?

I was a prospect, huh?

And I wasn't drinking then, was I?

Sure, Charlie, sure. You were Major League material.

Right. I had heat.

And then I started getting these messages...

MAN: This Is Patrol G XP 1198

calling Alpha Tango Delta. Come in.

- Over. - Do you hear that?

- Charlie, it's Jeff. - JEFF: I'm on Route 22.

Come on, lover, pick it up.

- Cut the horseshit, Jeff. - Ooh, sorry, Harv.

- I didn't know you were in. - What do you need?

Just signing off for the night. (Chuckling)

So sign off, already.

Uh, Charlie...

Why don't you just go on out to Jay and Helen's?

You don't want to get fired, now.

Oh, no. No, I like my job.

Well, you just forget about that Martian stuff, okay?

- Forget about that. - Yeah, right.

This town's a zoo.

(Spaceship engine roaring)

(eerie music playing)

Prepare for holographic transmission.

In my haste to get you on your way,

there were a couple of things I neglected to inform you of.

We are tracing the Crites to a solar system

where only one planet supports life... Earth.

Your ship database will contain adequate information

on the culture of the planet.

Your transformation capabilities

should come in quite handy there.

I trust, however, you will be less destructive this time,

considering you nearly destroyed half...

(electronic whirring)

(electronic humming)

COMPUTER: Earth is a culture of many contrasts.

Their technological advances have been...

(whirring)

MAN: Brlng him down, bring him down!

(Indistinct voices and noises)

J“ From the light I

J“ Shadows falling J“

II It's the power of the night I ♪

N Streets are caning M

N Power of... M

N The night If

(rock music playing)

♪ J' Nighttime's afire N“

M We are the heat N

N The flame is desire M

M Burns in the street N

N Know it's gonna strike N

♪ J' Again and again If

♪ J' Hold on to the night If

♪ J' Hold on till the end If

N Power of the night N

N Streets are caning M

♪ J' Stealing from the light If

♪ J' Shadows falling J' ♪

II It's the power of the night I ♪

N Streets are caning M

N Power of... M

N“ Ow'. N

- (rock music continues) - (burbling noise from face)

(indistinct singing)

(computer beeping)

(suspenseful music)

(spaceship engine roaring)

(bluegrass music playing)

JAY: Okay.

Okay, I'm ready for that carburetor, Charlie.

(Indistinct talking on radio)

Charlie! Give me the carburetor!

DJ: It's 5:16 at KEAT. K-eat in Kansas City.

(Lighter flicking)

(fuse igniting)

Okay, 1948. A Missouri housewife is kidnapped

by six little men with orange heads

on her way to the laundromat.

- (Fuse hissing) - (explosion)

All right! Whoo!

What the hell was that?

(Chickens clucking)

Did you see that, Charlie?

That was the best one we ever did!

Yeah, that was... that was real good.

Homemade. Best in the state.

Charlie, you broke my slingshot.

It's... I can fix this. I can fix this.

You just go get a tin can.

Anyway, like I was saying, this housewife...

What housewife?

I thought I told you to get rid of them fireworks.

You like working here, Charlie?

Yes, sir.

JAY: I've been waiting on that carburetor.

You've got to try and concentrate

on what you're doing, okay?

I'm gonna...

I got a lot to do today, so try to keep up, will you?

- Dad, I asked if he could... - Give me those.

These are not toys.

I want to try to get this thing fired up before dark.

(Horn honking)

(rock music playing in distance)

Now what?

Sorry, Charlie.

That don't feel right.

(Rock music continues playing)

(car door opening)

- Hi, Daddy. - Hey, girl.

(Chuckling)

Daddy, this is Steve Elliot.

I asked him to stay for dinner. I hope it's okay.

Mom said it was okay.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Brown. - Expensive little toy.

Steve's dad just gave it to him for his birthday.

It's the greatest, isn't it?

Don't look like you're going to haul much hay in it.

No...

Let me... let me just test it out for you.

Careful, Charlie.

Aaah!

Oops.

Ooh!

Charlie.

Bradley Brown, I'm going to kill you.

Uh, he, uh...

Brad, you get back here! Oh!

Brad, I'm going to kill you!

(Sighs)

Come here, you little snot.

- April! - He shot me with a slingshot!

I did not!

- Brad. - APRIL: Liar!

- April! - Liar!

Hold it, hold it!

Boy, did you shoot your sister with that slingshot?

I think I'll stand on the Fifth Amendment.

This is not a democracy. Did you or didn't you?

Yeah, I guess I did.

You know better than that, boy. Go to your room.

- And no supper. - Oh, Jay.

Helen.

(Rock music playing)

(Chewie meows)

N Power of the night N

N Streets are caning M

♪ J” Stealing from the light... If

At least you like me.

She's all set to go, Mr. Brown.

JAY: Okay, Charlie. See you in the morning.

N Power of the night N

N Streets are caning... M

(insects chirping)

(coughs)

(coughing)

This is a great meal, Mrs. Brown.

Really, one of the best I've ever had.

Thanks. Thank you, Steve.

- Well, we should get going. - STEVE: What?

You promised you'd take me for a ride, remember?

I did?

Uh... right.

Hon, I kinda figured you'd watch me bowl tonight.

We're defending the championship, you know.

- Oh, we're... - Maybe we'll come by later.

Don't suppose anybody would like some dessert before they leave?

- No thanks, Mom. - It was very good.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

- Helen? - Hmm?

Have you... you know, talked to her

- about the way things are? - Years ago.

Years?

(Rock music playing)

♪ J' Can't keep from looking back If

♪ J” When I look into your eyes J' ♪

N If I could make a wish... J' ♪

(giggling)

APRIL: I thought you were going to let me drive.

STEVE: Okay. Just be careful.

(Car doors closing)

N” No turning back, don't try me, it's done J' ♪

N No turning back, the end has come J' ♪

N No turning back, no hope for love If

N No turning back to what was us, the end has... J' ♪

(laughing)

What do I want to see an old barn for?

Come on. It's romantic.

Wha-- ro-- April...

You want your car keys back, don't you?

(Giggling)

- (door opening) - (keys jangling)

(giggling)

(rock music playing)

Come on, Steve. Want your keys?

(Laughing)

Come on!

N No turning back, no hope for love If

N No turning back to what was ours I.“

N The end has come If

N No turning back... M

(click)

(soft music playing)

(sneezing)

(coughing, sniffling))

(chuckling) I'm allergic.

(Knocking)

BRAD: Just a minute!

(Music stops)

Come in.

You can thank your mama for fixing you a plate.

Where's that slingshot?

Brad, why are you always fighting with your sister?

How come you and Mom always take her side?

I mean, I didn't even do nothing!

Boy, you shot her with a slingshot.

Right.

Well, anyway, I'm confiscating this until further notice.

- But Dad... - JAY: And no movies...

for two weeks.

(Sighs)

(crickets chirping)

No, uh... April... (chuckling)

If your dad catches me up here, I'm history.

He didn't even like me eating his food.

(Chuckling) I...

My parents never come out here at night.

You sure?

Sorry.

- (Chewie meowing) - Chewie!

(Eerie music playing)

(spaceship engine roaring)

(bicycle squeaking and rattling)

(spaceship engine rumbling)

(signpost rattling)

(spaceship engine roaring)

(glass shattering)

(bicycle clatters)

VJ". And now for the number one song of the week...

Johnny Steele's "Power of the Night."

N Something's going to happen If

♪ J' Do you feel it in the air? J' ♪

♪ J' Could be the fear that's everywhere N

♪ J' Moon don't look friendly... J' ♪

(tiles rattling)

(rumbling in distance)

♪ J'... And it's called rock and roll... J' ♪

(static interfering with TV signal)

(banging on remote)

Jay?

There's something wrong with the TV!

(Door closing)

(spaceship engine rumbling and whining)

(house shaking and rattling)

Jay?

(Glass shattering)

(April moaning)

The Earth moved.

- Oh, already? - Yeah.

Jay, will you forget about the shaking? Let's go.

I'm just going to have a look.

Well, we're going to be late for the tournament.

(Cow mooing)

(suspenseful music)

(branch cracking)

Brad, what the hell are you doing up there?

Dad... you see... uh...

The earthquake threw me clear out of my room.

I could not believe it.

Oh, cut the bull, boy, and get your butt down here.

Well, you look like you've done that a couple of times.

A couple times.

Come on. I want to keep an eye on you.

- Where are we going? - Out to the field.

- Did you see that meteor? I saw something.

Maybe it's a Russian spy probe on some sort of secret mission.

I think you watch too much TV.

(Soft music playing)

(spaceship humming)

(Crites jabbering)

(whirring)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Crites jabbering)

Smells like oil burning.

Smells like cow crap to me, Dad.

Shh.

(Gasping, groaning)

Holy shit!

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

What is it?

JAY: Looks like one of the herd.

- BRAD: What happened to him? - I don't know.

(Grass rustling)

Without my gun, I don't want to find out.

Let's go.

Mom's going to be really grossed out

when she hears about this.

Maybe we shouldn't even tell her about it

till we find out more about what happened out here.

(Ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

This is G XP 11 niner eight,

come In, Alpha Tango Delta. Over.

SAL: What Is It, Jeff? Over.

Hey, Sal. Hi. Uh...

How about we get some, uh,

doughnuts and coffee after work, huh? Over.

SAL: Not tonight, Jeff. Not ever. Over.

I, uh, copy, Alpha Tango Delta. Over and out.

(Jabbering)

(tires squealing)

Shit!

(Sighs)

Damn dog.

(Eerie music playing)

(panting and snorting)

Come here, poochy.

(Clicking tongue) Here, pooch.

Come on. Come on, doggie.

Come on. (Clicking tongue)

Bark, bark, bark. Come on

- (whizzing) - (groaning)

What the...?!

(Growling and jabbering)

(screaming)

(growling and jabbering continue)

(whirring and grinding)

(panting)

(snorting)

(Chewie hissing)

- (Chewie yowls) - (trash can lid clattering)

(plate shatters)

(ominous music playing)

(sighs)

(sighs) Damn cat.

(Sighs)

(scraping from outside)

(grunting)

(eerie music continues)

(creaking)

(gasping)

Oh!

(Screaming)

Oh, you scared the hell out of me! Oh!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Jay, something was staring at me.

What do you mean, "something"? Where?

Over there by the window.

(Gasping)

(panting)

(crickets chirping)

- Well, I don't see anything. - Well, maybe it was Chewie.

Yeah, maybe.

(Chuckling)

Did you find anything?

Yeah, we found something a little strange.

Jay?

(Spaceship engine rumbling)

(whirring)

(spaceship engines roaring)

(electronic beeping)

- Transform. - Nothing likes me.

Find something.

(Whirring)

(suspenseful music playing)

Eating start.

(Animalistic panting)

(branches rustling)

(animalistic grunting)

(animalistic grunting and panting)

- Who are you calling? - Harv.

I want to tell him what's going on out here.

Maybe he's gotten other calls.

(Phone plunger clicking)

- This phone is dead. - What?

(Ominous music playing)

(electricity crackling)

(sighs)

(electricity continues crackling)

- Mom? - Okay.

(Door opening)

There's no reason for you to come down here.

Just wait a minute.

Probably just a circuit breaker's been tripped.

What the...?

- Jay, any luck? - Just a minute.

(Loud bang)

(eerie music playing)

(jabbering and growling)

(growling)

What's wrong?

(Growling)

- Dad! - JAY: Stay upstairs!

Mom, we got to help him!

(Growling and grunting)

(yelling)

(growling)

- (grunting) - (growling)

(whooshing)

(growling)

- Bradley! - No, no, don't come down here!

(Growling and snorting)

(clattering)

(blows landing)

- (whooshing) - (groaning)

(indistinct shouting)

Jay, come on! What's down there?

I don't know. Something meaner than hell.

(Car engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music playing)

SAL: Jeff, come in, Jeff. Over.

This is Alpha Tango Delta

calling G XP 11 niner eight.

Come in. Over.

(Door opening)

SAL: Come on, will you quit fooling around

and answer me? Over.

(Burbling noise)

(electricity crackling)

SAL: All right, I'm sorry about the doughnuts and coffee.

Maybe another time, but tonight I have to wash my hair.

Over.

- Come on, Jeff. - (Car door closing)

I've been getting all sorts of calls about UFOs in the area.

Carla Emmons swears that one nearly ran into her house

and then went flying off.

I think she's been dipping in the cooking sherry again.

(Clicking)

SAL: Anyway, she wants you to get over there right away. Over.

I am starting to lose my patience, Jeff.

If you are sleeping on the job again, I am not going...

(radio clattering)

(rattling)

(engine turning over)

- (tires squealing) - (explosion)

JAY: I can't feel that.

(Shuddering sigh)

Hey, careful, boy. That's some kind of poison.

That's better, babe.

I'm beginning to get the feeling back.

(Rock music playing)

(radio breaking up, turning to static)

STEVE: I'll get it.

(Giggling)

(growling)

Oh! Aaah!

(Groaning, laughing)

- (growling) - (screaming)

(groaning)

- (screaming) - (groaning)

APRIL: Steve!

(Screaming)

- (thudding) - (groaning)

(screaming) Steve!

(Animalistic grunting)

(grunting continues)

(hissing)

- (grunting) - (wood snapping)

(gasping)

(screaming)

Who's that?

April!

(Screaming continues)

April?

(Animalistic grunting)

- (chickens clucking) - (grunting continues)

(screaming continues)

- Brad! - (Screaming)

- Aprll? - APRIL: Brad! Brad, help!

Hurry up!

(Animalistic grunting)

Do something, Brad!

- (Animalistic grunting) - (April grunting)

APRIL: Brad!

(Grunting continues)

APRIL: Brad!

(Fuse hissing)

(muffled explosion)

(hissing)

(groaning)

- Brad! - APRIL: Mom! Mom!

- What? What are you... - Steve's dead!

(April sobbing)

Charlie?

- Ca“ Haw. - What for?

Ca“ Haw. (Sighs)

Call the army. They're here.

- Who? - Who?!

Them! My teeth.

Sally, call Harv, please?

Charlie...

(phone hangs up)

I want to go home.

Okay. Just... where Is he?

Might be at the bowling alley.

Okay, good, good. I'll get Harv.

- You call the army. - Okay.

(Sighs)

(organ playing)

Thank you, Miss Grubner.

Tonight...

I would like to read to you from the book of Genesis.

Chapter 19... which, as most of you know,

is the story of Sodom and Gomorrah.

(Giggling)

(tires squealing)

Obviously, some of our citizens are...

(crashing)

(suspenseful music playing)

We're here for the Crites.

The county is going to pay for this, Jeff.

(Crackling sound)

Jeff?

Jeff?

(Heartbeat thumping irregularly)

(groaning indistinctly)

Jeff Barnes?

- (Sighing) - (random notes playing)

- (laser firing) - (explosion)

(screaming)

- (laser firing) - (explosion)

- (screaming continues) - (debris clattering)

(indistinct whimpering and talking)

(car door opening, closing)

(car turns over)

(gears grinding)

- (tires screeching) - (crashing and clattering)

(soft music playing)

(April sobbing quietly)

(clattering)

- (April continues sobbing) - Jay...

Jay, what are you doing?

Maybe we ought to just stay put.

They haven't gotten into the house yet.

They will.

We could board up the place. We could make it stronger.

Helen, these things are vicious.

They've cut out our phone, they've cut out our power.

You understand what that means?

It's just a matter of time until they get in here.

Yeah, but we should just stay here...

- No, we can't wait. - (Shotgun cocking)

Wait up, Brad.

- I can't go out. - Oh, yes, you can, darling.

All right, Jay.

Okay, let's go. We'll stay together.

- I'm going to drive, Jay. - Okay, baby.

(Suspenseful music playing)

Come on.

(Gasping)

Oh my God, Jay.

Oh, Mom.

What the hell are those things?

They're from outer space, like Charlie says.

- Bradley. - Maybe they're some

government experiment gone haywire.

They used to be gophers,

but got zapped by some radioactive...

- Bradley! - What are we going to do now?

- Steve's keys. - Oh, God. Wait!

(Truck door closes)

JAY: Stay together.

HELEN: Come on, come on.

(Growling)

(screaming)

Go on!

(Shotgun blasting)

(Crites jabbering)

They're getting bigger!

(Indistinct shouting)

BRAD: Come on, faster! Faster!

(Dorknob clicking)

- It's locked! - Come on!

(Crikes jabbering)

(indistinct shouting)

Go! Get in!

(Wood breaking)

- (growling) - (shotgun blasting)

- (screaming) - Jay!

(Jay yelling)

(blow landing)

(Crites jabbering)

Brad!

(Growling)

Get him up to the door.

Get your feet up, Jay!

(Shotgun clicking)

Mom, shoot!

I can't! It must be empty!

(Growling)

My pocket. My shirt pocket!

- HELEN: Get them. - Hurry!

(Shouting)

- (growling) - (screaming)

(screaming from outside)

(indistinct shouting)

(door slamming shut)

(Crites jabbering)

(shotgun blasting)

(Crite jabbering)

(door slamming shut)

- (indistinct shouting) - (pins clattering)

(cheering)

- Well? - The line's busy.

I don't get it. Jay's never this late.

Except when he has to pay for the beer.

Yeah.

Jake, they are coming.

They are coming. They are not only coming, they are here.

See, I was out on Route 22...

- and I looked up... - Have another drink, Charlie.

I don't want another drink, Jake.

I want Harv. We're under attack.

I'm going to leave it right here.

Just don't bother me anymore.

I saw the sign was shaking and everything.

(Ominous music playing)

(car engine revving)

(crashing)

WOMAN: Isn't that Johnny Steele?

MAN: I don't know.

(Indistinct conversations)

- (door clattering) - MAN: Whoa!

(Ominous music continues)

(bowling pins clattering)

(bowling pins clattering)

Joe, let's go.

(Laughing)

(bowling pins continue clattering)

(bowling ball clattering)

(indistinct voice from TV)

(crashing)

Holy shit!

Wonder what team he's on?

(Gunshots from TV)

(indistinct conversation from TV)

(pool balls clattering)

Hey, Jake, are we gonna get a couple beers over here or what?

You keep your shirt on, asshole. I got a problem here.

(Snorting laughter) You believe these guys?

It ain't Halloween, is it?

MAN ON TV: If anything does happen to me,

you crooks won't live long.

MAN 7. ON TV". What does he mean we won't live long?

What can I get for you fellas?

Reverend, what are you doing here?

(Chuckles) That's some outfit you got on.

- We want the Crites. - Oh, really?

Who are they, some new team? (Chuckllng)

The Crites.

Look, mister, I-I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you all better be leaving

before somebody gets hurt.

(Eerie music playing)

heartbeat thumping irregularly)

You all have a serious attitude problem.

Keep your shirt on, asshole.

(Gunshots from TV)

(laser firing)

- (TV shattering) - (panicked shouting)

(explosions)

(shouting and screaming)

(explosions continue)

(telephone ringing)

(coughing)

- (telephone continues ringing) - (coughing continues)

This had better be important.

SAL: Harv, you better get down to the church.

- All hell Is breakln' loose. - What?

SAL: The reverend says a couple of guys came into the place

- they started shooting... - Whoa, slow down.

SAL: Destroyed the organ, you know how beautiful...

- Where's Jeff? - SAL: I don't know.

I've been trying to get him for hours.

Well, give me 10 minutes.

(Coughing)

(eerie music playing)

He looks pretty sick, Mom.

I'm okay, sport.

He's fine.

He doesn't look fine to me.

Why don't you go check the windows?

- BRAD: [already did. - Well, check them again!

(Crying softly)

BRAD: It's okay, Mom.

(Sobbing) Oh, I'm so sorry.

(Gasping)

- April? - Yeah?

You okay?

(Jabbering)

(debris falling from chimney)

The flue's open!

- (Glass shattering) - (growling)

(screaming)

Ohhh.

(Growling)

(whooshing)

(groaning)

Mom!

(Clattering)

(Crite yelling)

(Crite jabbering)

The shotgun!

(Crite jabbering)

(fabric ripping)

(fabric ripping)

(shotgun blasting)

- (thudding) - (whimpering)

(growling)

(growling)

(indistinct talking)

Brad! Brad, look out!

(Growling)

- (glass shattering) - (Crite yelling)

(Crite growling)

(whimpering) Aaah.

(Coughing)

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

I've been looking for you guys!

I just want to talk to you.

(Indistinct talking)

- At first he was Jeff. - Was it Jeff or wasn't it?

- Well, he changed. - Changed?

They were wearing really funny clothes.

Like they was from Los Angeles.

Okay, everybody, just calm down.

Sal (on police radio): Harv, all hell is breaking loose. Over.

- Yeah, Sal. Over. - There's been a disturbance

at the Bowlarama Lanes. Over.

Yeah, what kind of a disturbance? Over.

Well...

evidently some guys shot up the bar.

You get a description? Over.

Well...

it's kind of strange, Harv, but Jake says

it was Reverend Miller and Charlie

and some stranger.

Hold it, hold it, hold it. I'm not reading you clear, Sal.

Repeat that. Over.

Reverend Miller, Charlie McFadden

and some stranger just shot up the bar

at the Bowlarama Lanes! Over.

Have you heard from Jeff? Over.

I can't raise him, Harv.

Listen, I-- I also got a report here

about shots fired out Route 22...

near the Brown place. Over.

Haw, do you read? Over.

Sal, I want you to keep trying to raise Jeff.

Now, I'm headed over to the bowling alley.

Then I'm going to head out towards the Browns' place.

- Over and out. - Over and out.

(Chuckling)

(car door shuts, engine turns over)

(tires screeching)

Get 'em, Haw!

JAY: Babe, I got to get to a phone, get some help out here.

- I can do it. - Absolutely not.

Dad, you can't even walk.

I'm so tired.

Damn.

Son...

assuming I said okay, how would you do it?

Hit the yard, grab my bike and head for the highway.

Dad, somebody's got to go for help.

All right.

But boy, you ride like you never rode before.

You get over to the Emmons' house and get on the phone.

- Get Harv over here. - Dad, I'll be fine.

- Don't worry. - You want to take this?

(Soft music playing)

Nah, you keep it. It'd just slow me down.

Anyway, you might need it.

(Furniture scraping on floor)

Brad?

See ya.

(Footsteps)

(furniture scraping on floor)

(crickets chirping)

(grass crunching)

(growling)

(bicycle clattering)

(Crite growling)

(chickens clucking)

(growling)

(suspenseful music playing)

(chickens clucking)

(growling)

BRAD: Oh my gosh. They're growing!

(Crite growling deeper)

(flames roaring)

(blowing)

How ya feeling, hon?

(Sighs)

Like a brick hit me.

(Sighs)

Oh, baby.

(Sighs) How long have I been...?

Where's Brad?

Brad has gone to get help.

(Sighs)

Oh, Jay, you shouldn't have let him go.

- (Doorknob rattling) - (yelping)

- (clattering) - (Crite growling)

(pop music playing)

(lamp shattering)

(splashing and burbling)

(growling)

(pillow ripping)

(Crite jabbering)

(growling)

(fabric ripping)

(growling)

(banging)

(deep growling)

Stop, stop! Wait!

(Brakes screeching)

(car door opens, closes)

Go, just go. These things... these critters.

Come on, go!

Dad's all torn up and Mom's got,

like, a harpoon thing in her neck.

And they're getting bigger.

Let's go!

Charlie?

Where's Jeff?

Hey, you're Johnny Steele.

- Where? - Huh?

Where are they?

At my house. Come on, hit it.

Where?

Charlie, you know where my house is.

Who are you guys?

We want the Crites.

- The Crites? - Critters, Crites.

You're not from around here, are you?

Okay, okay. You help me, I help you.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(tires squealing)

(doorknob rattling)

- (glass shattering) - (screaming)

(crying)

- (screaming) - (growling)

(screaming continues)

Stop it!

(Flames hissing)

(growling)

God damn it, stop it!

(Shotgun blasting)

(Crites groaning)

(Crite jabbering)

(groaning)

I got one.

(Sighs)

- (deep growling) - (screaming)

(crashing)

- Get out of my house! - (Crite hissing)

- (shotgun blasting) - (Crite jabbering)

Damn It! Lee me some more rounds.

- That's it. - Oh, Jay.

(Panting)

(growling)

(explosions)

(coughing)

(ominous music playing)

(Crites jabbering)

- (laser firing) - (explosion)

Holy...

(footsteps)

Mom? Dad?

Are you all right?

- Are you all right? - BRAD: Yeah.

Brad, who did you bring?

- Charlie and Johnny Steele. - Who?

Go on!

(Chewie meowing)

HELEN: Help us!

Oh God, Chewie!

HELEN: Help us! Help us!

Oh, it's Haw.

- (Laser firing, explosion) - (screaming)

Holy shit! What is that, a cannon? What's going on here?

Brad. Where's Brad? He's still in the house.

Helen, Helen! Helen, Helen, Helen!

Get in the car. Get in the car!

Get in there. Get in. Jay, get in the car.

(Suspenseful music playing)

- (laser firing) - (explosions)

(door slamming open)

(crickets chirping)

(growling)

Watch it!

(Crite jabbering)

- (laser firing) - (explosion)

(water flowing)

(whirring)

(growling)

(pistol firing)

Jeez, these folks could use a good exterminator.

Charlie, what do you think you're doing?

You drunk?

I hope not you'll take over our operation.

Charlie, put me down.

- (Glass shattering) - Whoa!

(Wood breaking)

(wooden dowel clattering)

Haw... are you okay?

I-I swallowed my chewing tobacco.

(Chuckling)

- (door opening) - (suspenseful music playing)

(Chewie meowing)

Chewie?

Here, Chewie.

(Floorboards creaking)

BRAD“. Chewie...

come here.

(Chewie meowing)

Chewie.

Where've you been? I've been looking all over for you.

Come on. We're going for a ride.

APRIL: Brad, get down here!

Brad!

(Chewie hissing and meowing)

(deep growling)

Help!

(Whirring)

- (laser firing) - (explosion)

(deep growling)

(glass shattering)

(deep growling in distance)

(whirring)

Thanks.

(Gunshots in distance)

- (screaming) - Oh, no.

HELEN: April!

(Sobbing)

No, Helen, no!

- No! - Where's April?

It just grabbed her. I couldn't do...

(stammering) It was huge.

- Come on, Haw. - They took her that way.

What was that thing?

Charlie?

(Car door closing)

Brad!

(Suspenseful music playing)

Brad! No! You get him!

Get him!

(Car struggling to start)

(car turning over)

(car doors closing)

(car door opening)

(car door opening)

(sobbing)

(car doors closing)

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Crites jabbering)

(bikes crashing)

- Charlie? - Brad.

I was right. I was right!

- What are you doing here? - I'm just following my teeth.

I'm getting signals like crazy.

Come on.

Where are we going?

(Suspenseful music playing)

(mechanical humming)

- What the heck... - Shhh!

Brad, is that April?

(Deep growling)

Stay down, Brad.

Stay here. If I need you, I'll holler.

Brad... what's that thing going to do with April?

- It's going to kill her. - Oh, it's going to kill her.

Kill her?!

Bradley!

(Crites jabbering)

(electronic beeping)

- (Crites continue jabbering) - (electronic whirring)

- (gasping) - Shhh!

(Deep growling)

Let's go.

(Moaning)

(lighter flicking)

(deep growling)

(hissing)

(growling)

(spaceship engines revving)

- Brad! - April?

(Deep growling)

(thudding)

(whirring)

(whirring)

CHARLIE: Give me your hand!

(Clattering)

- I dropped my firecracker! - APRIL: Well, forget it!

BRAD: But they'll get away!

- Charlie, let's go! Come on! - Charlie, come on!

Brad! Brad, I got an idea. Come here!

- Lee me your fire. - Brad!

Brad, come on!

BRAD: Come on!

(Hissing)

(lighter flicking)

Throw it!

- (Whirring) - (glass shattering)

(spaceship door closes)

(spaceship engines powering up)

(spaceship engines rumbling)

BRAD: Dad!

- Mom, Dad! - JAY: Are you okay?

BRAD: Yeah, we're okay.

(Spaceship engines roaring)

(suspenseful music playing)

(Crites jabbering)

- (laser firing) - (explosions)

(laughing)

(fuse hissing)

Uh-oh.

(Explosions)

(debris clattering)

- (sobblng) - (suspenseful muslc playlng)

Hey!

I, uh... just wanted, you know...

to say thanks.

(Electronic whirring)

BOUNTY HUNTER: Call me.

Wow!

Uh... listen, you wouldn't happen to have

another one of them electronic gizmos

like you gave to Brad there?

Uh, listen, maybe you need a good mechanic

to work on them guns there.

I'm real good with my hands...

(flames crackling)

(birds chirping)

(soft music playing)

(brakes squeaking)

(Chewie meowing)

(electronic beeping)

(clicking)

(rumbling)

(suspenseful music playing)

(wood clattering)

Chewie!

(Chewie screeching)

(warbling sound)

(debris clattering)

(Chewie meowing)

Chewie?

(Chewie meowing)

(Chewie meowing)

Chewie.

(Spaceship engines revving)

(Chewie meowing)

(car turns over)

(car engine revving)

(ominous music playing)

(Crites laughing)

(pop music playing)

(Crites laughing)