All language subtitles for Deadly Swarm (Paul Andresen, 2003)

(Local Language)

He refuses to take us.

Translate for me.

You have something, something
could save millions of lives.

(Local Language)

He says it's too dangerous.

He says in the wrong hands,

it can kill more lives
than it can save.

Tell him we're not leaving
without it.

I already told him that,
Mr. Schroeder.

Tell him again!

Yes, sir.

(Local Language)

What are you doing?

Now, tell him
he can save a life right now.

Tell him!

I will, daddy.

What's that?

The protection.

Protection.

Move out! Vamos!

You're the man. Move out!

What's the noise?

Quiet!

Let him go.

Seems to close.

Huston.

We are the first white men
to see this in 5 hundred years.

Yes.

Per favor.

After you, my friend.

No, I don't think so.

Like the man said. You first.

Get going-

Oh, my!

You, too.

We'll wait here.

Do we have a choice?

Yeah.

Your turn, Senor.

Right on time.

We're all set?

Si, Senor.

Two hundred thousand
for a border crossing.

That was the deal.

If you open this crate...

Well, don't open this crate.

Hey, it's none
of my business, man.

Hey, that necklace, Senor.

It is very nice.

It's all yours.

You'll need it.

Beautiful things.

Don't shoot, Senor.

I'll pay you double
whatever my wife promised.

It's a tranquilizer gun.

Won't kill you,
just put you to sleep.

Well, in that case,

amigo, please, fire away.

Comandante.
How are you?

What do you
need this for, Senor?

Are your mosquitoes
getting so big?

The panthera onca
is making a comeback.

The who?

What the hell
are you talking about?

Jaguars.

Look at this.

A man carries a gun like this.

It can only be
to impress the chiquitas.

Chiquitas? That's what
brought you out here.

I thought you'd bad luck down
at the cantina.

Chiquitas? I'm a married man.

No, senor, you are in luck.

Our illustrious mayor
would like to see you.

He has a bug up his ass today.

Yeah, probably wants to
know what kind.

That's it.

Charlie, wake up, wake up!

Come on, come on!
Wake up.

That's our truck. Okay.

Just south of Villa Aliso,

only 900 hours subject
at federal checkpoint.

Why do you always
talk into that thing?

Why do you always
ask stupid questions?

Okay, get me a little closer.
I need a view of the trailer.

Any closer, and we'd be up
inside that thing.

Oh my, God.
What are you so scared of?

We're just a couple of tourist
as taking in the sights.

Well, that's exactly
what you look like,

a typical ugly American tourista.

Oh. Wow, thank you, Charlie.
It's been so long since...

That's not what I meant.
You know what I meant.

Ooh, that's what they call
the long arm of the law.

No, no, no, the Federale.
No, it's the same.

Everywhere in Mexico,
it's the same.

No, the other one!

What other one?
What is the matter with you?

Ola.

Buenos dias!

(Spanish)

(Spanish)

Keep away!

Hold on, my friend,

the saints are with you today.

This is Ramirez,
I need an ambulance.

I'm twenty-five miles
east of Route One-One-Seven.

Oh, Jesus.

(Spanish)

Uh, no, gracias.

(Spanish)

Okay. Quanta cuesta?

(Spanish)

Here you go.

Gracias.

Buenos dias, Maria.

Don't you look lovely today?

Good afternoon, Mr. Lang.

For you, flowers.

Are these flowers
for dia de Los Muertos?

For the dead?
No, they're flowers, for you.

You should keep them.

Oh, what's that mean?

He's in a bad mood.

Oh, tell me something new.

I will buzz him for you.

Mayor, the bug guy
is here to see you.

No, no bug guy. Entomologist.

Come on, say it with me.

En...

tomol...

Oh, bug guy.

There's no B in entomologist.

Send him in.

You work on it, okay?

Excuse me, Mr. Mayor.

Maria told me that
you were on vacation.

Yes, a permanent one.

From you. Adios, Earl.

Mr. Mayor, you don't understand.

Your town is a hotbed of
intergalactic activity.

UFOs all over Mexico
like flies on a rump roast.

I have photographic proof.

Please, we have enough problems
in this city

without you inventing new ones.

New ones? New ones?

Who do you think
gave the Mayans the calendar?

Lang, you're a man of science.
Tell him. Go ahead.

You tell him. Manolo.
See Earl to the door please.

My next door neighbor,
Mrs. Suarez,

she swears her cat was abducted.
Never meowed before.

Now it screams like a banshee.
Mark my three words. Abducted.

Congratulations, Mayor,
I'll telephone the taxidermist.

You joke?

But it seems we've been
very busy with your mosquitoes.

Swatting at them,
being bit by them.

Swallowing them.

You were supposed to rid
this town of mosquitoes.

Not bring more.

I wasn't hired to
rid this town of mosquitoes.

I was hired to
stop a malaria outbreak.

Three people died last year.

There hasn't been a case since.

Maybe your work here is done.

Not according to my analysis.

Wild specimens
are still testing positive.

It's been six months, Lang.

What we don't have here
is one case of malaria.

What we do have

is several hundred complaints
about mosquitoes.

Your mosquitoes.

Dia de Los Muertos
is in two days.

Hundreds of people from
out of town to see our festival.

They stay in my hotels,
they eat in my restaurants,

they drink my cantinas.

If these people don't have fun,
they're not coming back.

Es no bueno per caca.

Comprende.

Mayor, in order to
stop the outbreak,

I have to bring more mosquitoes.

Sterile mosquitoes,
lots of them.

Or else,
there's still a health risk.

And how do you plan
to get rid of lots of them?

Bats.

I've introduced a species of bat

that will feed on the mosquitoes
and keep the population down.

Nature takes care of itself.

And then what?

Bats all over the place? No!

I'm done with you
and I'm done with your solutions.

I want you gone.

There is still a health risk
in this town.

And I have an obligation to that.

More than I have to you

or any money you pay me.

Comprende?

I said, adios.

I can't believe that
you lost the truck.

Don't blame me.
You're the one who came up with

that brilliant story
about bird watching.

What about yours?
About us being on our honeymoon?

What's so hard
to believe about that?

Please. A boy like you
with a woman like me?

Hey, hey, hey, I'm a man.

I'm twenty-eight.

My point exactly.

Oh! And how old are you?

Oh, in years, very close.

But in wisdom
and experience, eons.

Plus, you're driving
like a school girl. Come on.

Are you paying me to insult me.
Look out, that's it.

What?
That's the truck.

Holy... Wow! All right.
Let's stop.

Okay, I'm pulling over. Hop out.
Okay, here I go.

I'll get the camera.

What happened?

I don't know, I don't know.
Go check the cop car.

The cocaine is still here.
I don't see the cop.

The officiale, do you see him?

No, no, Charlie,
get your camera down here quick.

All right.

Charlie...

Lang!

Lang!

Lang!

Do you think it would hurt you
to come inside once in a while?

I don't know what kind of vermin
you got squirreled away in there.

Funny.
No, I'm kidding aside.

I just got a call.
I may need your help.

You got a little time?

According to the mayor,
I've got all day now.

Ramirez was found dead
at the scene of an accident

just outside of town.

You're kidding me.
No.

The deputy said it was like
he was all bitten up.

Bitten?
Yeah.

Can you follow me out there?

I'll go grab my keys.

Where's Ramirez?

In the truck.

What about the driver?
Is he talking?

Talk? Lung's collapsed.
He can barely breathe.

What else do we know?

Truck took a spill.
Looks like a drug smuggler.

Cocaine all over the place.

What's up with them?
Who are they?

Sandra Kern.
Says she's a novelist.

And Charlie Moreno,

her research assistant.
They were here when I showed up.

You want to question them?

Yeah, in a minute.
Where's Ramirez?

Who's the gringo?
I don't know.

They all look the same to me.

Look, Charlie, we got to
get our story straight.

If they find out what's on
that video tape, we...

They don't think we had
something to do with this.

Wouldn't you?

Oh, Jesus!

There's gotta be like
fifty stings here.

Stings?
I was told they were bites.

No, if they were bites,
we'd see puncture wounds.

There's... no sign of that.

He's been stung to death.

By what? Bees?

Maybe.

Bees can't sting
without severing their abdomens.

We'd be seeing stingers
in his skin.

I want to take a look
at that truck.

Yeah, so do I.

Look at this crap.

This is the national pastime of
the criminal scum of my country

killing each other over drugs.

I'm sorry, Comandante,
but your deputy out there

wasn't killed by drugs.

No, but I remember once,

they put a drug runner

in a coffin
filled with scorpions.

They could have done
the same thing to him.

I wouldn't rule that out, but...

his death was so sudden.

Most scorpions don't have
that kind of potent venom.

What does, Sherlock?

Nothing from around here.

Give me your flashlight.

It's empty-

It's definitely not bees either.

The design's too random.

Wait, wait. You lost me.

It's a nest.

A big one at that.

If I can get this
back to my place,

I've got some equipment.

I can take a closer look at it.

You're my man, Lang.

Let me know
if you find anything out.

Sure.

Buenos dias, Sandra Kern.
Buenos dias.

And you, what is your name
and what do you do?

It looks like our shipment
has resurfaced.

Any sign of our driver?

No. Lots of police here, but I
don't see our driver anywhere.

Binocs.

What's the name of this town?

Villa Aliso.

Population?

About 2,000.

That will do just fine.

Let's get ready to move.

All right, boss.

I'll have what he's having.

A double tequila straight up.

Oh, no, on second thought
make that a beer.

Did you talk to the truck driver?

No, he has a bad head injury.

He may never wake up.

Did you take a look at that thing
that we took off the truck?

Definitely a nest.
I'm figuring wasps.

Wasps?

See, the enzymes
that were used to form it,

they're identical
to a wasp, but...

But what?

See, wasps generally make
their nests out of things

like mud, wood or cellulose.

But this one had
a different cellular structure.

Under the scope, it looked like
it had fragments of bone in it.

Bones?
What the hell does that mean?

More tests.

Oh, yes. I found this.

Inside the nest.

Looks like a tracking device
of some kind.

I'm sure I can figure out
the frequency it operates on.

What do you think
they were tracking?

The cocaine?

That's what we all want to know.

Just the way Ramirez went down,

I've never seen anything like it.

Me neither, my friend.

I'm worried about this, Lang.

Me, too.

If, uh... the driver comes to,

I'll give you a call.

Okay.
Don't drink too much.

Okay, I'm going in.

You follow the Comandante.

Wait! You're going into a bar
and I have to wait outside,

drive around all night?

Stay in front of
some cop's house?

Uh, huh.

No, I don't like
living like this.

This is disgusting.
Oh, good thinking.

When you're sure that
the Comandante's asleep,

you clean this out. Okay?

No.

What's this?

You know, a man could get killed

having a drink
like this down here.

Oh, it's not for you.
Thanks for buying me a drink.

Why don't you sit down, and
we can pick each other's brains.

Are you asking me, or telling me?

It's not like you have a lot
of choice in this place.

Yes.

So.

How was your afternoon
with the Comandante?

Ms Kern, if I remember correctly.
Sandra.

Daniel Lang.

CIA? The DEA, maybe.

Down here on some sort
of joint task force.

Entomologist.

Oh, that was going to be
my second guess.

That's an insect scientist.
I know what it is.

Well, bug boy, what do you do
down here for fun?

Sterilize the local
mosquito population.

Real wild man, huh?

It has its perks.

Those perks don't
happen to include a...

truckload of cocaine, do they?

You know what? Enough about me.

Let's talk about you?

Well, I'm a writer
down here on vacation.

Who's that guy you're with?

You jealous?

Yeah, don't be.

He's hardly in an enviable
position. He's my assistant.

Do you usually take your
assistants on vacation with you?

Huh?

Well, you did say you were
on vacation, didn't you?

Yes, I...
I did.

You never know
when a story might pop up.

Like the one
with the dead official

and a few kilos of cocaine.
I mean, that could be a good one.

Except if you're
the dead official.

So, what did happen
out there today?

You know, I...

think interrogations are best
left to the Comandante.

And as pleasurable as this
has really been, I...

I really gotta go.

Buenos noches.

Good morning, Mr. Bones.

How are you? Did you sleep well?

No? Did he have his protein
before he went to bed?

Think about flossing, too.
That's a good idea.

Shall we see what
those space bastards are up to?

Uh, huh, that's telling 'em.
That's telling 'em.

They'll listen to
that kind of word.

There we go. You see anything?

I'm looking.
Nothing so far, huh?

All right, here we go.

Six-thirty, negatory.
Seven-twenty, nothing.

That's a dirty lens.

Run for the mother ship!

Hurry.

Insect aliens!

Run for your lives!

Insect aliens!
Run for your lives!

Insect aliens! Come on, Bones.

Bones! Bones!

Unholy, egg-laying invaders.

Nobody's probing my rectum!

Tactical station.

Defense pattern alpha.

May Day! May Day!

Alien insects here by the ton.

Segmented attack force
at ground zero.

Gravity has no effect on them.

It's a ground war!

I'll hold them off
as long as I can.

Set for wide dispersal!

Long live the human race!

Jeez, you scared me.

It looks like
you've been at it all night.

You don't look so good.
Well, thanks. What time is it?

Oh, it's early.

Earl's been on the radio again
talking about his aliens.

Yeah, that's news?

No, but this time, he's been
talking about his insect aliens.

Insect aliens?

Earl!

Earl!

Where are you?

At one point,
he had the whole thing

covered in aluminum foil.

The wind blew it away. Thank God.

Earl said
some army intelligence unit

stole it, of course.

It probably saved his live.

I was afraid
he'd die of heat stroke.

Cooked up like an ear of corn
on a barbecue.

Oh, no. Lang!

Look! Jesus! That's awful.

He's a nice guy.

He's a little weird, but so what?

Look at this.

The same stings.

This venom must be...

really, really potent here.

Give me your stethoscope.

Oh, just one second, please.

Lang!
Just check this.

What are you doing, he's dead.

Just double check something.

Just a second.
What?

He's still alive.
He's still alive.

Take him. Get him
to the hospital, rapido, rapido!

Tell them he's in a venom induced
coma, venom induced coma.

Hurry up, you heard him!

Quick!

Wasp venom's main purpose
is to paralyze.

A female uses her prey
to lay the eggs in.

It's kind of
like a living incubator,

and then the larvae, they...
eat their way out.

But if Earl's still alive.

Ramirez!
I'll call the medical examiner.

Yeah. I'll meet you there.

Madre dios!

Jesus!

We gotta get him
out of there now!

No, if you open that door
you're gonna kill us all!

They, they're in the vents.

Get out of here.

Follow this.

What the heck are you doing?

Come on!

I'm gonna blow this place!
Come on, get out!

I hope you're a good shot.
Of course!

When this thing gets rolling,
you blow up the Gerry cans.

Well, just make sure you
get out of the way, cowboy!

Hey! What the hell is going on?

Where did these things come from?

Wherever they came from,
they're here now.

We gotta take out the nest.

We gotta find the queen
and kill her,

or they'll never stop.

Lang!

Whatever you need, brother.

Earning your salary?

That hurts.

Especially coming from
someone who

does her homework
in a bar all day.

I just couldn't risk having
you puke or pass out again.

So I get to clean out the car.
And a fine job you did.

Next time
don't lock the keys them.

Is that what you women do?
Writers?

You go to bars
looking divvy, slutty.

I have been in this business
long enough to know

that you don't save your ammo
for a rainy day, okay?

- You want a taco?
- Yeah. Taco, per favor.

So, you my fine confidante.

Well, I looked at that web site
you told me to look at.

Charlie, you did research.
I'm so proud of you.

It seems your drinking buddy,

Dr. Lang graduated
from Trinity College,

cum laude
and got his PHD from, uh...

you know, entomology...
Yeah, that's fascinating.

Anything I didn't find out
over drinks?

Patience, Dr. Joe.

God! Yeah, he was with
the feds for three years.

Got fired under a dark cloud.

Uh, been in Central America
ever since.

Uh, working on
Central American things.

National issues, insects,
etymology stuff, you know.

Well, keep it up.

You might just get a gold star
for the day.

I'd settle for
some real food, huh?

Yeah, well,
definitely not hungry.

But while you were
geeking out in the shade,

your intrepid boss
was out in the field.

Oh! Jewelry.

It's nice to be the boss, huh?

No, it's detective work
and I think that it's time

we pay our local bug guy
with a visit.

How'd you leave things
with him last night?

Uh, good, I think.

Comandante,
Comandante, Comandante.

I'm really, really trying to
understand you here.

Some bees got into my morgue
and you decided to blow it up.

Wasps, not bees.

The same bugs that killed
Ramirez and Earl.

Well, I don't care
what they were,

if you start blowing up every
city in Mexico with bugs in it,

we'll end up sleeping outdoors.

Now, Alvarez, we've known
each other all our lives.

We were in the choir together.

Is this your hare-brained idea,

or is this Lang speaking.

I saw what I saw.

The Medical Examiner
was torn apart in the air.

They looked like flying Piranhas
for Christ's sake.

As Comandante of Villa Aliso,

I'm insisting that
we cancel Dia De Los Muertos.

Are you?

Cancel a national holiday?

I cannot guarantee the safety
of our city's populous

if you go ahead.
Forget about Lang.

You're starting
to sound like Earl.

Earl never made it
out of his coma.

I told you, he's dead.

If you don't do something,
there will be others.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Call for help?

Fine. Fine.

I'm calling.

Gracias.

Hello?

Lang?

Lang?

Can I help you?
Uh. Yeah.

I'm sorry about last night.

I can be a little bit
pushy at times.

I can see that.

Can we talk?

Talk or interrogation?

Come on in.

Doesn't seem like you're
into Feng Shui, though, does it?

What's that?

Never mind.

What is this?

No, no, no, no.
No, don't touch that.

It's a tracking device.
I was just trying...

to figure out the frequency
that it operates on.

Something that they teach you
over at MIT?

Yeah, I hear their investigative
journalism program

is pretty weak, though.

How did you know?

On the Internet.

Well, it seems
we've reached a stalemate.

I was thinking that we could
redefine our relationship.

I was unaware that we had one.

What's that they call the
mutually beneficial relationship

in the animal kingdom?

Symbiotic?

That's funny, parasitic was the
first word that came to my mind.

Let's cut the scientific crap,
Lang. Look.

I'm doing a story
for the Global News Network,

I've been following a drug
pipeline up from the Americas.

I wasn't planning on holing
myself up here in Villa Aliso,

the shipment I was following was
on the back of that crashed truck

Now, I think that I've run into
a much more interesting story.

Yeah, what's that?

Well, let's play a little game
of show and tell.

You tell me what you know.

And I'll show you what I found
at the scene of the accident.

Well, since it's your game,
I think you should go first.

Here.

What's this?

Guatemala?

You found this inside the truck?

It gets better.

Your turn.

It's a nest.

A nest? Like bees.

Not bees, wasps.

And I'm not talking your
typical garden variety wasp.

These things kill people.

I've never seen
a more potent venom. Ever.

Oh, my God! Oh, I make this...

much more interesting.

What is that?

WOW!

It's a wasp.

It's got writing on it.

It's Latin.

You speak Latin?

Oh, I get by.

Ignus Nerus.

What does it mean?

It means black fire.

Can I hold on to this?

Yeah, sure.

Well, it looks like
you're working.

So...

I'm gonna go.

Bye.

Let me know
if you find anything out.

Oh, Sandra.

Buenos noches. Buenos noches.

Hello.
Lang, it's me, Comandante.

Comandante, what's going on?

We got two more victims.

They look pretty bad.
Jesus!

I need your help.

Okay, I'll be right over. Great.

How's Maria?

She's in shock. Can't speak.

Was she bitten?

I don't think so.

But she won't
let anyone touch her.

What about the bodies?

They look the same
as anyone else.

Bitten up, bad.

Now what the hell is this?

Comandante.

See, your help is here.

Comandante, this is...

Dr. Gabriel Fortson.

Comandante Alvarez.

Pleasure to meet you,
Comandante.

The mayor's been
telling me what's happening,

but don't worry,
we'll take care of

this situation
as soon as possible.

We have a big festival
coming up tomorrow.

I've tried to tell the mayor
we need to cancel it.

No, we have to cancel it.

I'm sorry, I don't think
we've been properly introduced.

Daniel Lang.

Our local bug man was
just on his way out of town.

An entomologist?

How fortuitous.

Any luck in identifying
this particular culprit?

Not so far,
but it's a wasp definitely.

My guess, it was being
transported from South America.

Obviously, the next step
is to find the nest.

That's my take as well.

I have a team in the field
looking as we speak.

In the meantime, as I'm sure
you're aware, doctor.

All data suggests that wasps

don't attack people
unless provoked.

So I'm sure these are
all isolated incidents.

Oh, isolated incidents.

So that means the festival
can go on as planned.

Yes. And we've discussed
as an added precaution,

we'll be spraying the parade
route with an insecticide.

Along with several other
safety measures

until we can compromise the nest.

I'm sorry, which U.S. agency
did you say you worked for?

Oh, I didn't.

We're with W.E.R.

World Environmental Relief.

It's a biological response
team to be exact.

It's set up to encourage
international cooperation

in response to
biological incidents

that threaten to
cross political borders.

And we are thrilled
that you are here.

Your response time
was extraordinary.

Well, we aim to please.

Now, Comandante,
about that truck driver.

Did he make it?

He's in the hospital,
still unconscious.

Head trauma.

Well, let's hope
he pulls through.

There's things
I need to find out.

You can talk to him
as soon as I have.

I am putting Dr. Fortson...

in charge of this operation
from here on.

Is that clear?

Don't forget who pays
your salary, Alvarez.

Well, it doesn't really matter

because the festival
can't take place.

In my food chain,
you are on the bottom.

What are you gonna do?

I'll burn down the town if that's
what it takes to save it.

Your words are a criminal threat.

Call it what you want.

All right, then.
Alvarez, arrest him, please.

No?

All right, then. Manolo.

Escort Mr. Lang to a jail cell
until the festival is over.

You're making a mistake here.

Are you crazy?

My apologies, Doctor.

Small towns breed small minds.

Understood, completely.

(Spanish) What a surprise,
you're still here.

It's about time you showed up.

I had to wait for the mayor
and Fortson to leave.

Don't tell me they're still
gonna allow the festival.

You know as well as I do, that's
a death warrant for this town.

I'm afraid so.

Any chance we had
of convincing the mayor

is over now that Fortson is here.

I don't trust him.

Me neither.

No, he's too overconfident.

He can't possibly
know what we know.

If you let me out of here,
I can find that nest.

Come on, cowboy,

Fortson has a whole team out
looking for that nest.

What makes you think
you'd just stumble on to it?

Fortson, with his team
of bureaucrats?

Come on,
Vegas would have better odds.

Don't hurt my feelings,

you're talking
to a lifelong bureaucrat.

Okay.
I'm gonna let you out, Lang.

But be careful.
Lie low under the rainbow.

I owe you one.

Buenos noches, amigo.

These people have so many offices

I can't get anyone
to confirm or deny

whether the W.E.R.
is operating here or not.

Someone's gotta know
what's going on around here.

What about your friend,
the bug guy?

He was jailed over some incident
with the mayor last night.

Senorita like the bug guy.

Shut up, Chuck.

Where are you going?
I'm going to get a cup of coffee.

Cause I need something.

Excellent. And hamburgers.

Oh, and...
Ketchup.

Charlie. What?

You're cute.

Who's cute?

The kids in the streets
with their costumes and...

Listen, I need you
to do me a favor.

That person you contacted,
you know

the one that gave you everything
but my dental records?

Well, I need you to contact them

and see what they've got on a
Dr. Gabriel Fortson from W.E.R.

Well, that's funny, we were just
looking into to the good doctor.

Did you find anything?

No, nothing yet, but something
will turn up. It always does.

Sooner than later, I hope.

Where are you going?

I have a bad feeling about this.

I'm gonna check on his men.

But if you find anything, you...

We'll come find you.
Okay.

Hey. Yeah.

What are you guys spraying?

Repellent, why?

What are you using?
Alpha Synaptase? Transflurothene?

I don't know.

You got to talk
to Dr. Fortson about that?

Mind if I take a look?

You need to speak with Fortson.

Where is he?

He's around.

Somewhere.

Whoa! Manolo, what's up?

Well, that's interesting.

What's that?

An article about the W.E.R.

A scandal a couple of years ago.
No Dr. Fortson,

but there was
a Dr. Jacob Schroeder involved.

He's already indicted
for unauthorized human trials

once before, fled the country,
been MIA ever since.

What's that got to do
with our story?

Look.

Maria.

This is yours.

Then we need to talk about this.

Charlie? What?

Do you see him? No.

I'll go look over here.

Comandante.
Miss Kern, I have your passport.

That's fine, that's fine.

Have you seen Daniel Lang?

No. No?
Why?

Okay, cause I need
to talk to him.

Okay, I'll let him know.

So you know about lgnus Neris.

It's more legend
than anything else.

But the villagers say,
it's based on real accounts.

What do you mean?

It was the year 1615.

Cortez lay siege
to the Aztec empire.

And a priest was to chronicle

all they heard and saw
for the Holy Father in Rome.

And these...

are his journals.

"The Journal of
Vicente Coronado."

It is not easy for a man of God

to admit his God
is capable of horrors.

Yet that is what
I have seen today.

It is an avispa, a wasp

raised by the Indians
for their cunning,

their viciousness, their venom.

The fire stands guard
over the tombs of the savages.

But Cortez, in his madness,

brought the fire
back from the jungle

believing the stories the Indians
told of its magical powers.

And for a moment,
the world grew quiet.

God held his breath in heaven.

The air grew still with fear.

Our souls trembled with dread.

What evil could steal
the song of the wind?

And then we heard it.

Like a black cloud of evil.

And then the consumed
stole the land.

The warning bell?

What's going on?

Comandante! What's going on?

Oh, good. You can help me
get them inside.

I think I hear something.
It sounds like a baby.

Shit! It's coming from in here.

Oh, God! Sandra!

You okay? Sandra! Sandra!

Jesus Christ!

Fortson!

Son-of-a-bitch!
You could've stopped this!

Look! If you want to
save your friends

let's not waste anymore time
like this.

Let us just do our work.

Yes, we did that
and look where it got us!

Come on, Lang.

We're gonna take her
to the hospital with the others.

No, I'm going with her.

Come on,
let's get these people inside!

Let's go, let's go!

Here, guys. Over here.

Get her in there.
Come on let's go!

Get her in there.

Come on guys, let's go!

That girl gets an IV.

Come on! Move it!

Let's go, guys!
Come on! Move it! Let's go!

We got more people down there.
We gotta get them in here.

Come on! Let's go!

Come on over here.
Right in here.

Take her to exam room five.

What is this?

Note to self. Call Mike Parker
over at the State Department,

find out what he knows
about Dr. Fortson

from the
World Environment Relief effort.

These people are bogus.
Dr. Fortson does not exist.

Doesn't check out anywhere.

Real name could be Schroeder,
involved in human trials.

Possibly involved in
who knows what?

Have to find Lang.

So, what have we got?
Just as we expected.

All the patients
have slipped into comas.

There's a high concentration
of venom in their blood,

but not one of them
has developed antibodies yet.

How many are still alive?

Twenty-six, but barely.

Dr. Schroeder, we found it.
Just outside of town.

Excellent. Take a team out there.

Stand by until given orders.

Look, I don't think any of
these people are gonna survive.

Maybe there's another way.

No. We've been over the protocol.

The venom causes coma in most
cases, termination. We know that.

We've allowed for it.
Deaths are to be expected.

And our pool of victims
is large enough.

We have seen to that as well.

Genetic differences
should favor a survivor.

Somebody has to
make it through this alive.

We only need one.

Oh, happy day, Doctor.

Maybe there's another way
of doing what?

What pool of victims
are you people talking about?

Stage three has been implemented.

What are you people
talking about? Get off of me!

There are a lot of families
at the school.

Go make sure they're all right.
Ondalay. Go!

- Comandante.
- What?

Fortson's not who he says he is.

He's using an alias.

What do you mean?
What are you talking about?

He's the one
who brought these insects here.

He baited the town.
They weren't using pesticide.

This was planned.

No, wrong.

I knew there was something about
him, I didn't like. Vamanos.

Objective has been achieved.

I want full site sterilization
and evacuation immediately.

Where are you taking me?
Repeat. Remove all traces.

We are ghosts.

Daniel Lang
is still walking around.

Now, he's a liability.
Take care of that for us.

It'll be my pleasure.

What are you doing?
You're an incubator.

For a cure the world has spent
centuries dreaming about.

Get her on the truck.

There. This won't hurt much.

Oh, you look as if
you'd like to kill me.

But as a reporter,

you of all people
must understand is the...

why of things is
far more important than what.

Why we are doing this
will lay the foundation

for a far better future
for humanity.

Yes, yes, yes, so some people
have died. So what?

You have lived.

I don't think you appreciate
just how important you've become.

Oh, well.

Wait a minute.

Where's the trucks?
I don't know.

Where is everyone?

I don't like this.

Maria. What happened?

They left. They left everything.

They took the American girl.

They're gone.

Not yet, they're not.

I reprogrammed
that tracking device

I found on the truck.

Then I planted it
on Schroeder's truck.

We gotta go back to my place.

Stay in your room, hija.

Make it quick.

Hello, Lang.

You know, with all your bug talk

turns out you're
the biggest pest of all.

Damn it.

Get the queen. Torch the nest.

Huston, come in.

Huston, come in.

God damn it!

Ralph! Hey, what's wrong?
You okay?

Keep smoking them.

I found her! I found her!

I've got it.

Let's torch them.

Don't move.

Lang!

You know, you are really
starting to bug me.

I don't know what kind of game
you're playing here,

Schroeder, but it ends tonight.

Well, this isn't a game,
so put the queen down.

Before you wake up
an angry mob of wasps.

I don't want this.
I'll kill her.

I don't think so.

Not when you find out
how many people you'd be killing.

You're the murderer.

There was no accident
on that highway, was there?

No. You ran your own truck
off the road.

This is all some kind of freak
experiment to you, you sick fuck.

It's a small price to play
for the greater good.

There were children
in that hospital.

Call it collateral damage.

For what? Your own
little sick game with nature?

Is that it?

You're the scientist.

Come on man, think.

The venom ensures
the host remains healthy

while the eggs develop.

And when I say healthy,
I mean disease free.

As in cancer free.

It's the secret of these wasps.

One the ancient Indians
knew well.

They would expose
whole villages to the stings,

knowing that
only a few might live.

But a few whose blood
held new hope for the others.

Baptism by wasp!

Why Sandra?

She's our new hope.

The queen, along with the blood

that runs through
this woman's veins.

Can't you imagine a world
without needless suffering?

So what, a few lives were lost

in some Mexican village
that time forgot.

Millions of lives will be saved.

Now, put that queen down!

It's the smoke will be gone.

And they wasps,
they'll be fully awake.

I would love to let you know

what it feels like to be stung
by a few thousand wasps.

I hear it feels like...

fire.

No, this feels like fire.

Are you all right?
Fine.

They're starting to wake up.
Oh, my God!

We gotta get out of here now.

Oh, my God!

Come on
or we're never gonna make it.

Keep the moving.

Come on, let's move! Move!

Moving! Oh my God!

Oh my God! Lang!

Get down, now!

Get down!
Hurry up! We were founded.

Keep your head down!
Look out!

Keep your head down!

Bats!

Bats?

Yeah, bats. Beautiful things.

Look, they're eating them.

Yes, they are.

It's incredible.

Welcome to the food chain.

Will they eat all of them?

Those bats will eat...

ten million tons of insects
in one night.

Those wasps don't stand a chance.

What about you?

Yeah, I don't eat nearly
that many insects in one night.

How's your arm?

Okay, I'll live.

Well, we should get it looked at.

So, I guess I'm walking
with a miracle cure.

Yeah, that's what I hear,
but, uh...

you'll have to kill me to get it.

How about we start off
with a kiss

and then
we'll work up to killing.

Is this the part where you tell
me about the bats and the bees?

Hold up.

This is it.

This is the place.

Welcome to the future
of war, gentlemen.

We only want the queen.