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(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.