All language subtitles for The Swarm [Theatrical Cut] 1978 BDRemux Plaion Pictures

Red Two to Topkick.

Stand by.

Red Two reporting, sir.

- Slater here.
- General, all personnel dead, sir.

No enemy force on site.

The only security breach a civilian van
on the base, but no driver to be found.

Any evidence this is
a preemptive CW strike?

- No, sir.
- Coming in!

Go on in!

Sergeant.

Who the hell are you?

Relax, Major.

Please take your finger
off the trigger and I will explain.

- That your van out by the gate?
- Yeah.

- How did you get into the complex?
- It's a complicated story.

It starts a year ago,
but let's skip that.

Let me tell you about last night
and this morning.

Search him.

What's that?

- Man your positions.
- Sunflower seeds.

Get it analyzed.

- Who is this?
- The van driver, sir.

- What the hell is he doing here?
- Sir, unidentified force. Range, 30 miles.

- Closing from what direction?
- Not closing. Outgoing.

Check him out...

- and tell him to put his hands down.
- Yes, sir.

- What have you got?
- Estimated speed, 7 miles per hour.

- 7 miles per hour?
- Whatever it is, it's big.

Slater to Air Search One.

Contact and identify outgoing objects,
bearing 183 degrees.

Distance, 30 miles.
Estimated speed, 7 miles per hour.

Repeat, that's 7 miles per hour,
not 700.

Air Search One to Topkick,
roger.

Air Search One to Topkick.
We have visual contact.

Identify.

A black mass.
A moving black mass!

Zero altitude, dead ahead.

- They're hitting us!
- Oh, my God!

We're out of control!

Oh, my God! Bees! Millions of bees!
Air Search Two-Eight to Base.

- Bees! Millions of bees!
- Bees?

Yes, they're all around me now!
All over the canopy, trying to get in!

- Get above them, man! Take it up!
- I can't, sir! I'm losing power!

Oh, my God!

Good Lord...

Call Hastings Air Force Base.

Have them scramble
and track those bees.

- This is Captain Cord. Get me Hastings.
- Major! Bring him in here!

Hastings? This is Captain Cord
at the missile complex.

This is a top-priority order
from General Slater.

Scramble all aircraft and track a swarm
of bees some 30 miles from the complex.

Yes, bees!

Now, what's his story?

- Bradford Crane, sir.
- That all?

Ph.D., Institute of Advanced Study,
Princeton, via Cambridge.

- English?
- American, for the last eight years.

Well, Dr. Crane...

you're in big trouble.

What the hell
are you doing in this complex?

I saw the swarms coming up
early this morning.

There were so many
they almost blotted out the sun.

I followed them,
but when I got here, they were gone.

Then I saw the missile gates open
and I thought they'd flown down here.

So I came to see if there was anybody
still alive, if I could help.

- What did you find in his van?
- Scientific equipment.

- What kind? Sabotage, explosives, what?
- Biological.

None of it looks lethal.
Of course we're checking it out.

- Who are you?
- I'm an entomologist.

- Bugs?
- Insects, General.

What I do for a living
is not important.

What is important, critical...

is that there are probably
other invading swarms...

and what these bees did here,
they can do again all over the Southwest...

- and ultimately all over the country.
- Are you telling me bees killed the men here?

Yes. Just like they knocked
your choppers down.

I don't know what happened
to my two choppers, not yet.

But I do know that thousands of people
are stung by bees every year.

And it's damn rare
if anybody dies from bee stings!

- Then they have to be African, don't they?
- African killer bees?

- Yes.
- Not likely. I've read their progress reports.

If they ever manage to come this far north,
it's 10 years away at the earliest.

Oh, yes? By whose timetable, General?
Yours or theirs?

Crane,
either you're some crackpot...

or there's a direct tie-up between
what's happened here and you being in it!

Yes, but we can clear that up fast,
and we'd better!

Kick on your com system and connect
to Dr. Connors in the White House.

- Arthur Connors, the President's advisor?
- That's him.

Are you trying to cite him as
your authority for being in this complex?

Dr. Connors hasn't the foggiest idea
whether I'm on or under this complex!

- But I have to speak to him right now!
- Lock him up!

- Yes, sir.
- General, thank God, you got hem, sir.

- What?
- This is Dr. Anderson.

She managed to get six missile men
into the hospital bunker...

and closed the interlock in time
to isolate them.

Two of them are dead.
The other four are still critical.

I need antitoxins.

I have Cardiopep compound
in my van.

Cardiopep? I just read an article
in the medical journal about Cardiopep...

by some scientist named Crane,
I think.

Our preliminary results
are most encouraging.

You're Crane?

Yes. Our tests indicate that Cardiopep
normalizes irregular heartbeat.

Now, wait a minute, we're not using
experimental substances on these men.

But, sir, this is his area.
It seems to me that if he feels...

Captain, I don't give a damn
what he feels.

You're the doctor.
You tell me what antitoxins you need...

I'll have 'em here
in less than 30 minutes.

Well, that's the problem, sir,
I don't really know.

None of the usual procedures
seem to be helping.

I need to talk
to an immunologist.

Get Atlanta on the horn.
National Center for Disease Control.

The best immunologist in the country
is Walter Krim, in Virginia.

You'll find his card in my wallet.
Call him.

- Go ahead.
- I know him very well.

I'd be pleased to talk to him,
if you let me.

Alright.
Go with him. Go with him.

Now, what happened here,
Captain?

I'm sorry, sir...
You mean, you don't know?

Well, uh, not exactly.

- We were attacked by bees.
- Attacked?

I was in the hospital bunker
when I heard the alarm.

I turned on the video-control unit,
saw what was happening.

I used an air-conditioning duct
to get over to pod 3...

"....and lead
the stand-by crew out.

The bees attacked us
when we reached the hospital bunker.

I managed
to get six men inside.

Well, it's damn hard to believe
that insects have accomplished...

what nothing in the world
could've done...

except germ warfare
or a neutron bomb:

Neutralize an ICBM site.

Okay, let's go.
Come on, Paul.

- Alright.
- Wow. Isn't this beautiful?

Neat!

Here, Paul, take this.

- Here you go, hon.
- Thanks, babe.

Hey, Paul,
look at that over there.

I think there's a waterfall
we can go to afterwards.

- Hand the cups, please.
- Sure.

- Thank you.
- Paul, would you go to the car...

- and get the thermos?
- Sure, mom.

Go away.

Yeah, it's just a bee.
If you leave 'em alone, they won't bother you.

They're into everything.

I'll get them.

Get out of the way, honey.

Oh, it's hot.

- Hey, wait for Paul.
- I can't. I'm starving.

Mom, clad, look!

Dad!
Come on, get in the car!

Mom!

Dad!

Mom!

Dad!

Mom! Dad!

General Thompson
coming on-screen.

General, we've received
and decoded your report.

Now, we're having
credibility problems...

with that portion which relates
to the nature of the attack.

Specifically, with your statement it was not
a preemptive chemical warfare strike.

We can find no evidence
of that, sir.

Your suggestion that the attack
is of natural origin -

- now, What the hell is that?
- Sir, I'm having the same problem...

accepting the fact
that swarms of bees attacked...

Has that civilian with you
been cleared, General?

No, sir.

Then what the hell is he doing
in our complex?

Well, after the alert
when I arrived with my special defense unit...

he was already
inside the complex.

Claims he walked in
through the open gate.

I am Dr. Brad Crane,
an entomologist.

I have asked your man here
to check my credentials...

with Dr. Arthur Connors
in the White House.

So far nobody believes me
and I have been placed in custody.

General,
every minute now is precious.

We have been invaded by an enemy
far more lethal than any human force.

Well, Dr. Crane, we're gonna check
with the White House.

Dr. Connors had better know you
for your sake.

- Afternoon, Felix.
- Afternoon, ma'am.

How are you feeling today?

Now that you're here,
I'm just doin' fine. Thank you.

Nicely said.

Well, everything's looking
mighty pretty, Maureen.

- And that's including you.
- Thank you, Clarence.

The wire and the pliers,
please.

Felix, you think that riggin' of yours
is gonna keep my banner up there?

Clarence, just because
you're the mayor of Marysville...

that doesn't make you
an engineer.

Now, don't you be worrying
about my rigging, Clarence.

She'll stay up there
in a hurricane.

Now, I was just thinking
how corny your banner reads.

Makes us all look
like a bunch of hicks.

Look, nobody asked you to leave Houston
and come here to retire, you know?

Now, Clarence, that's not nice.

Well, we've been doing just fine
with our Flower Festival for years...

until this master mechanic
and all-around-genius came here...

to tell us all
how to run things.

Well, actually,
the sign is sort of hicky...

but that's what people expect from us.
The hammer, too.

That's why they flock here by the thousands
each year to see the parade...

and all our beautiful
flower floats.

That's right.
We'll grant you, Felix, this isn't Pasadena.

I mean,
it isn't the Rose Bowl...

but it's, by golly,
a pretty fair country-town imitation.

I'll tell you one thing
I do approve of.

This year's theme:

Love.

- Now, that was Clarence's idea.
- That's right.

Well, everybody's got to have
one good idea now and then.

- Even Clarence.
- Now look, Felix...

Mom! Dad!

Paul!

They killed
my mom and my dad!

General Thompson
coming on-screen.

Dr. Crane...

your credentials
have been authenticated.

Nothing more?

Well, I confess to being surprised
over the turn of events...

but the president has instructed me
to place you in direct command...

of all operations
relating to this present emergency.

What are the limits
to my authority?

None.
General Slater.

Yes, sir.

You will provide Dr. Crane
with full cooperation.

You will give him
the full equipment...

whatever facilities, manpower
he needs.

All this to be made available to him
without question.

Without question, sir?

Affirmative.

- Dr. Crane.
- Yes?

The president's adviser,
Dr. Connors...

told me he'll personally be calling you
within an hour.

And I 'd like to join with him
in wishing you good luck.

Thank you.

Major, when you checked
the non-lethal equipment in my van...

did you by any chance
come across a beat-up briefcase?

Yes, sir.

- Are you familiar with its contents?
- Yes, sir.

An inventory of the contents
is in the process of being typed.

Correction, sir.
Was being typed.

Thank you.

I want the particular file
that I'd marked "Personnel"...

- to give to General Slater.
- Yes, sir.

And while you're about it,
could I have my leather pouch, please?

The one
with the sunflower seeds in it.

Sergeant, would you get the items
he requested?

The file contains the names, addresses
and telephone numbers...

of everyone I want flown in.

Just tell them the war that
I've always talked about has finally started.

That's all, huh?

- And they'll drop everything?
- I'm counting on it.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

In that same briefcase
there is a list of equipment.

And I'd appreciate it if you got the Pentagon's
top procurement man on the job...

and had him get everything on that list
flown down here...

- not later than this time tomorrow.
- Why here?

Because we're setting up
headquarters here, General.

Time is the one thing
we're short on.

Now, I want to talk
to the survivors, please.

Take Dr. Crane
to Captain Anderson.

Yes, sir.
Would you come with me, please?

Yes.

Brother...

Major...

I believe you were
an investigative officer...

in Intelligence
prior to your assignment to me, right?

That's correct, sir.

Okay.

I'm assigning you
to this Dr. Crane...

as his personal military liaison.

Watch every move he makes.
Build me a dossier on him.

I can't believe he just happened to be here
at the exact moment...

a swarm of bees
hit this complex...

and that he'd already prepared
with such remarkable foresight...

a list of personnel and equipment
to be flown in here.

It does seem strange, sir.

You stay with
the son of a bitch.

Yes, sir.

This man is the most stable of the four,
but his heart rate is still 120.

Take another blood sample from these men
just before Dr. Krim gets here.

That'll be, uh,
three hours at the outside.

Infirmary. Major Baker.

Well, hold on a minute.
Captain Anderson.

Dr. Anderson.

Oh, my God!

Yes.

Yes.

- I'm leaving right now.
- What is it?

The bees
are moving toward Marysville.

They've killed all the Durant family,
except Paul.

- I must go to him.
- Yes, I'll go with you.

Major, you drive.

Ah, there's a bee in here!
Please, help!

There's a bee in here!

- Get him out of here! Please. Please!
- Paul, take it easy, Paul.

Get him away!

- Kill him! There's a big bee!
- Paul! Paul!

Doctor, would you let him go, please?
Let him go.

- Do what he says, Tomas.
- Back away.

- Back away.
- There's a bee. Help...

Paul, Paul, listen to me.

- There is no bee. No bee in this room.
- Yes, there is.

No, there isn't.
You are having a nightmare.

Only a nightmare.

Can you hear me, Paul?

The bee is not real.

I... Paul, I promise you it isn't.

Now reach out and it will go away.
You'll see.

Now, please, Paul, reach out.

Reach out, Paul.

Please trust me.

Reach out.

Further. Go on.

There.

You see, Paul?
No bee.

Everything I tried failed.

I was afraid
I was gonna lose him.

I know how special he is to you,
Dr. Anderson, so I called you.

- Thank you.
- How many times was he stung?

- I removed two stingers from him.
- Well, that's one break.

- At least he's not pump full of venom.
- But he's delirious...

muttering about this giant bee
all the time.

It was... it was big!
It was really big.

About half the size
of this room.

It's gone now, Paul.

It was only in your mind
and he won't be back.

I have to go.

Dr. Crane.

Thank you for helping me.

Walter!

Got a message for you
from Mrs. Krim.

I know, Carol is furious at me
for dragging you back to work, right?

She wants to know if you think
I'm the only immunologist in the world.

Well, that's what
you've always told me.

You're ready to go to work,
Dr. Krim?

Now I am, Dr. Crane.

Oh, uh, this is General Slater.

Hello, doctor.
Just let me know what you need.

- We'll be right on it.
- Thank you, General. We've got to move fast.

I agree, and in my opinion
the fastest move is a quick knockout.

Not necessarily, General.

It's only the final result
that counts.

Thank you, Brad.

So you still
refuse to oil this thing, huh?

I don't intend to be stuck
in this damn thing forever.

You've finally met
some miracle healer or what?

I'm studying Tibetan levitation.

In a few hundred years or so
I expect to be able to just float around.

- You still writing dirty books?
- Not this year.

Raunchiest thing I ever read...

that paper of yours
on the mating habits of Bombus medius.

Yeah, those queen bees
really are something.

Sergeant, this is Dr. Krim.

The two officers with Major Baker
are doctors Richards and Moore.

And until they finish their work,
you don't admit anyone.

Have someone
oil these wheels later.

Brad.

You okay, Brad?

- Yeah.
- You go on now.

I'll handle this part
and call you when I'm ready.

Walter...

thanks for coming over here
so quickly.

- Problem, doctor?
- About what?

Well, I noticed that
Dr. Crane seemed uneasy in here.

Can't imagine why anybody'd be uneasy
around all these dead men.

Can you, Major?

Well, is the man coming
or isn't he?

Yes, sir, the general is coming
but you still have to wait outside.

What the hell is this about
shutting off our water?

- Are you the man in charge here?
- That's right. I'm General Slater.

Well, I'm Jud Hawkins.

I asked these tin soldiers of yours
if I could see my son...

and they tell me it's impossible,
no way.

Who is your son?
Why do you think he's here?

Because he was stupid enough
to join your damn outfit, that's why.

His name is Mark,
Airman Mark Hawkins...

and he's stationed here,
and I want to see him.

Well, I'm afraid that might not be possible,
Mr. Hawkins. Not just yet.

Well, I'll tell you
what makes it possible.

Me being the county engineer.

That makes it right now,
can do, possible.

- Do you understand me, General?
- Out of the question.

Look, I throw the switches that controls
all that damn water in this county...

and, by God, I'll shut yours off
unless I get to see my son.

I'll shut this whole damn base down
in ten minutes.

Why, you won't even have
enough water...

to flush your toilets
when I get through with you.

I'm not sure you have the authority
to do that to a federal installation.

Well, while you're checking
with your superiors to find out...

if I've got the authority,
I'm gonna be a-turning those valves.

Now you listen to me, General.

The word in town is that them same bees
that killed the Durant family this afternoon...

killed a whole lot of men
on this base here this morning.

Now, I wanna see my son.

I want to find out if he's alive,
and I mean right now!

Alright, Mr. Hawkins.
Open it up.

Come with me.

Anything?

The toxic content in their tissue
is the highest I've ever found.

It's even more virulent than the venom
of the Australian brown-box jellyfish.

If that baby taps you,
you got two minutes to say your prayers.

Well, I...

- That's it, then?
- Yup.

Looks like your nightmare
has finally arrived.

The combined venom delivered by the stingers
of three or more of these bees...

may be a fatal dosage
to the average human being.

The victim would be unconscious
in a minute.

We've been fighting a losing battle
against the insects for 15 years...

but I never thought
I'd see the final face-off in my lifetime.

And I never dreamed
that it would turn out to be the bees.

- They've always been our friends.
- Until this species evolved.

Sir, General Slater is just outside
with next of kin of one of the dead men.

- He wants to come in here?
- He said it was imperative.

Alright.

Oh, God! No!

I'm afraid you can't take him,
Mr. Hawkins.

The only way you can stop me to,
General, is to shoot me...

and I'd thank you
if you would.

Hubbard. Dr. Newman.

- Thank you for coming so quickly.
- Glad to help, Dr. Crane.

Crane, I think you should know
I came here reluctantly.

Well, that's better than not at all,
now, isn't it?

This way, gentlemen.

Would you excuse me a moment,
please?

Major Baker,
when the others arrive...

give them 30 minutes,
no more, to shower and unpack...

and then have them go
to the briefing room.

- Very well, sir.
- Gentlemen.

Rude son of a bitch, isn't he?

Never even introduced us.

You'd think he was a general.

- He's asked for the duty watch tapes.
- Why?

Well, he seems to know
all about the fact...

that there's an automatic, round the clock
taping system in the duty room.

He wants to audit the tape
for the period just prior to the bee attack.

I've already played them back.
Not a damn thing on it that'll help us.

Alright, go ahead. Let him hear it.
And stay with him.

- Build up that dossier.
- Yes, sir.

So, what are you gonna do
about Rita?

She's been slinging hash at Pete's
long enough.

- I 'm gonna marry her.
- Hey, guys don 't do that anymore...

- just 'cause they're gonna have a kid.
- Hey, man, I love Rita.

I'd marry her Whether
we were gonna have a kid or not.

At the tone, mark 0-4-30.

It says here on the watch order
we 're scheduled to run a test...

on the alarm system
right after the 0-4-30 mark.

Okay. Stand by.

Activating.

What alarm system is that?

It's a fallback system in case we lose
the phone lines or radio contact.

What's that?

- Just the alarm.
- No, listen, listen.

Jerry, do you hear
what I 'm hearing?

- Yeah.
- Duty officer.

- What is it?
- Right away, sir.

A couple million chain saws!

- That came from the corridor
- Cover me. I'll go look.

Jerry! Behind you!

My God!

Dr. Crane,
they're ready for you now, sir.

Okay.

Keep the tapes on the machine.
I want to hear them again.

- How's Paul doing?
- Recovering, thank you.

That's good.

Hey!

- Hey, you guys ready?
- Yeah, we're ready!

Well, c'mon, give me
the binoculars and let's go.

Okay, let's go.

- Mornin'.
- Hi!

Hi, boys!

Morning, Rita.

Morning, Mr. Austin.

Instead of the usual
I'll just have coffee this morning.

- Alright.
- I'll get it, Rita.

Morning, Felix!

A man would think
you'd let her have some time off, Pete.

At least let her go
to the missile base and...

- pick up Jerry's things.
- I told her!

I even said to her, I said,
"Rita...

why don't you go home for a few days,
pull yourself together."

But she said:

"If I was to go home,
stare at them four walls...

knowin' I'd never
see Jerry again...

I'm just liable to take his service pistol
and blow my head off."

Now, that's what she said.

No, I reckon she's better off here
pretending it never happened.

Pretending them killer bees
never got up here.

I bet I can guess what school teacher
them roses belongs to.

You don't need
no crystal ball for that.

Yup, the way I hear it is
Maureen is favorin' you over Clarence.

I sure am counting on it.

Yes, sir, the gossip is
the odds have shifted in your favor.

Now, them is my kind of odds.

- Well, I gotta be goin'.
- So soon?

Yeah, but I'll be seein' you.

- Okay, have a good day.
- Yeah, thank you.

- Oh, Maureen.
- Mornin', Felix.

- Got you some roses.
- Oh, Felix, they are lovely.

I usually get apples.

- Oh, Maureen. I, uh...
- Something wrong, Felix?

Oh, Maureen,
I'm not too good with words...

but I am a retired
master mechanic...

and my education...

well, it's all in these hands.

And I know
you know what I'm trying to say.

Your roses speak for you.

Most eloquently.

Thank you.

And I'm mindful of it.

Then there is hope for me?

Oh, look at the time.
I'd better hurry.

How'd it look for me
to be late for school?

Let me help you.

- And I'll keep your roses near me.
- Thank you.

As a reminder.

Thank you.

- I'll be seeing you real soon.
- You will.

- Bye.
- Bye.

We've picked up
a massive swarm, sir.

On this scale that puts it
only 200 miles from Houston.

I can have choppers there
in half an hour.

We'll eliminate them
before they get away.

- With what?
- Airborne chemical agents.

May we talk?

Alone?

Sure.

I don't recall our discussing
the need to use chemicals agents.

Now, listen...

My orders are to assist you
in your scientific endeavors.

Not to consult with you
on military matters...

which are none of your
damn concern, sir!

Come on, let's get them.

We've got to kill them
this time!

Ready? Now!

Let's get out of here!

I can't imagine where he's gone.
We've looked everywhere.

He's been running a fever.

I got him back to the clinic
right after the funeral...

but the minute I left,
he disappeared.

We'll find him.

With everything else you've got on
your shoulders, you really didn't need this too.

I know I'm taking you away
from all your responsibilities.

Paul is one of them.

Besides...

I like being with you.

You're the one positive thing
that's happened to me here.

I like that.
I really do.

What is it?

Look.

The bees.

They're heading toward
Marysville.

- Come on, wait!
- Hey, wait for me!

- I'll beat you outside!
- No, you won't.

Now, Miss Cook?

In a minute, Mr. Tuttle.

- Is this what you want?
- No, I need a note from your mother.

- Now, Mr. Tuttle.
- Oh, thank you.

Would you excuse me?

That'd be alright.

Well, Clarence,
who's minding the store?

Maureen, how long
have we known each other?

Clarence,
maybe you'd better sit down.

Uh, no, no, thanks, I'll stand.
How long?

Well, I can remember you
in short pants.

But I just soon not figure out
how long ago that was.

In all that time,
have you ever heard me beg?

Oh, not you, Clarence.

You're the original
high-spirited, independent soul.

Well, Maureen,
I'm willing to beg now.

Yes? Blue will do.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

Maureen,
I want you to marry me.

Oh, Clarence...

do sit down.

Uh, you just name the date
and I'll make all the arrangements.

Well, I'm not sure
I'm the wife you need.

Oh, you'd make
the best wife in the world.

Well, Clarence,
I think I'm already married...

completely married
to this school.

Maureen, I love you.

Oh, I know people look at me
and think I'm just an old man...

behind the aspirin counter
but in my heart I'm as young as I ever was.

Maybe younger.

And I want
to take care of you.

Thank you, Clarence.

Well, I guess I have to choose,
don't I?

I... I guess that's about
what it comes down to.

Please hold the calls.

Maureen, I know
I may not win out...

because for all my pretending
I can't stand Felix...

I know he's a fine man
and he'd make a good husband.

But I know one thing:

I love you.
I always have...

and I'll always will.

No matter... what you decide.

How lucky I am.

Well...

alright.

I'll give you both my answer
before the end of this school term.

How's that?

That's fair enough, I guess.

Oh, I...
I brought these for you.

Thank you.

Why'd they send us
varsity way out here?

- Any stringer could've covered this story.
- You're wrong, Hal.

This isn't just a story
about a family killed by bees.

Something else is going on around here.
I can feel it.

We're the first national news people
on the spot.

Okay, Anne, if you say so.

Well, let's check in.

Get back.

Yeah, I've got it
right here in front of me.

- The African bees!
- I'll call you back.

The African bees that killed
Paul's mother and father are back!

Get everyone inside
and everything locked up! Come on.

You call the park, you call the ball field,
I'm calling the school!

Get inside!
The bees are coming!

Get inside!
The killer bees are coming!

Everybody get inside!
Do you understand?

Maureen, those killer bees
are coming in.

Get all the kids off the playground
into the building.

Don't you understand?

The killer bees are coming!
Get inside immediately!

Get all the children!
Get them inside!

Take any children you see
with you!

Quickly, get inside!

Quickly,
take your children with you!

If you see any children alone,
take them in!

Get inside the house!

Keep all the air conditioning vents closed
and don't let anybody out...

- until you get an all clear from me.
- I understand.

I'll do it immediately.

Attention. Attention.

This is Miss Schuster.

Please listen very carefully.

A swarm of killer bees
is coming this way.

I want every teacher
and every student...

to close off whatever area
you may be in at this very moment.

Children! Children!
It's all right. It's alright.

Quiet. Quiet.

Here they come.
Inside, fast.

Get it all on tape!

Close your windows!
Close your doors!

Stay inside!
Please, listen to us!

Run!

- Brad!
- Get some ice!

They're coming in here!

- Is there a freezer?
- Yes, around this way.

Get in it.

Mr. Harris!
He's locked it!

Hey!

- Is he crazy?
- He's afraid.

Mr. Harris
is afraid of everything!

Aren't we safe in here?

I don't know.

No, the air conditioning is on.

They'll come through the vents.

Just a minute.

It's 40 degrees in here.
We'll be alright for a while.

Bees don't function well
in temperatures under 50.

Helena!

Helena?

Helena?

This is Anne MacGregor
reporting from Marys ville.

The swarm left behind it
a devastated community.

The town '5 people are still reeling
under the impact of the vicious raid...

that left many of their friends
or relations dead or dying.

Marysville have been preparing
for its annual Flower Festival.

And authorities speculate
the nearby fields in full bloom...

This is Frank Blair
in New York.

We are awaiting a statement
from the President's chief adviser...

Dr. Arthur Connors
in the White House.

Dr. Connors is currently evaluating data
from Bradford Crane...

said to be one of the leading authorities
on the deadly African bee.

Crane is now
at the scene of the tragedy.

- Dr. Krim.
- Are we able to locate him?

We're trying to get to him
on our mobile units.

- Please stand by, sir.
- Every opening into homes...

churches, schools, and offices
is being closed tight.

Scientific authorities are warning
against overreacting to the threat.

Scientists are of the opinion...

that the Marysville tragedy
is a freak localized phenomenon...

and could not possibly
be repeated.

Take it easy.
Okay, there we go.

Come this way.

Clear the way, please.

- Hello.
- Krim here.

Oh, hi, Walter, it's Brad.

I just heard about Helena.

- Is she alright?
- Still unconscious.

- Not good.
- How are things back there?

Damned unsettling
development here.

One of those four survivors
of the initial attack...

Yes?

Higgins, the airman...

with only two stings,
he just died.

- What happened?
- I don't know. He was doing fine.

I was even thinking
of releasing him.

Within the matter of minutes
his condition turned critical.

All the classical signs
of cardiovascular failure.

He was gone
before we could reverse it.

Keep those
three survivors there...

until we could plot some kind of
recovery versus relapse pattern.

How bad is it in Marysville?

About as bad as it can get.

216 dead...

33 victims still alive.

We haven't got a count yet
on the number of stings...

Tomas...

We're too damn busy
trying to stabilize 'em.

Dr. Crane.

I'm sorry, I've got to 90, Walter.
Bye.

Is it me you're seeing,
or a bee?

You.

- Dr. Crane.
- Yes?

General Slater is out front on the horn
with Washington.

- He requests your presence, sir.
- Alright. I'll be back.

- I'll be up.
- Oh, no, you won't.

Paul...

Paul, what's the matter?

It's all my fault.

I threw firebombs
at the swarm.

Oh, Paul...

Paul...

You know you're going to have
to tell Dr. Crane.

Well, I'd like to, General,
but the civilian Crane is in charge.

- I just follow orders.
- I'll check 'em out back here.

Right, I'll keep in touch.

General.

Well, Crane, it's panic time
from coast to coast.

If we'd gone after the bees
right at the beginning...

instead of wasting time
tooling up those science teams of yours...

we wouldn't be
in this damn mess!

Okay, if you were in charge,
what would you do?

I'd evacuate this area.

Put up roadblocks
across the state.

And spray the hell out of every tree
and bush from here to the gulf.

Right, now let's take that
a piece at a time.

Why evacuate?

I've been trying to tell you:

When that swarm finds out some of
their friends have been taken captive...

they might come back
to Marysville.

Are you endowing these bees
with human motives?

Like saving their fellow bees
from captivity?

Or seeking revenge
on mankind?

I always credit my enemy
no matter what he may be...

with equal intelligence.

Okay.

Evacuate Marysville,
but not the complex.

We will not waste our time
moving our facilities!

- Agreed.
- Now, about this...

spraying every bush and tree
between here and the gulf...

- How will you manage that?
- Send out aircraft.

With radar and pesticides
I'd track down and destroy...

every African swarm in this country,
wherever they are!

- Sir.
- Major?

232 dead, sir.

232 dead...

I know that, General.

But how will you prevent the wind
from carrying your pesticides across cities...

parks, farms and schools?

Sometimes you have to choose
the lesser of two evils.

Ridiculous, General!

You want action and so do I!
Well, we do it my way!

Now, give it a chance!

Dr. Crane!

Dr. Crane!

- I gotta talk to you.
- Okay.

It was my fault...

what happened here
with the bees.

I knew where they were...

- and I should've told you.
- Yeah.

- Why didn't you, Paul?
- Because they killed my family!

I wanted to get 'em.

And I did.

I got a lot of 'em.

And the rest of them
flew in the air and...

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, Paul.

Come on.

I'd have done the same thing.
The exact same thing.

You gotta believe me.

Now... look at me, Paul.

Look at me.

When I was a little younger
than you...

just about seven...

We had a fire where we lived.

And I lost my mother and father
that night.

It's not good to have to grow up
without a mother and father.

You can ask me.
I know firsthand.

I know a lot of unlucky kids
all over the world have to...

but it sure isn't recommended,
you know.

Now...

why don't you go back upstairs,
and just...

sort of keep an eye
on Dr. Anderson for me?

- Will you do that? Okay?
- Yeah, okay.

Good boy.
Okay, go.

DC ready.

Not exceeding five volts.

Testing dry volts.

Good.

DC activated.

- How's it going?
- We'll be ready in a minute.

Honey-coated.
Three volts at 0.5 amps.

Okay, bring on the gladiators.

I'll stir them up.

Pesky little devils.

Spread 'em all over the grid.

They're getting ready to attack.

They're stinging
the hell out of the grid.

- We're getting plenty of venom now.
- Great, we need all we can get.

If there's a positive side
to the tragedy at Marysville...

it's gonna be these Africans
and the queen bees.

With all this venom,
I can really go to work on an antidote.

That's fine.

But, Hubbard, can you have
your poison pellets ready by morning?

By morning?

I don't see how.

Well...

that makes your deadline
even earlier, Walter.

Smells like bananas.

See how fast it dries.

- Any further complications?
- No, sir.

Dr. Anderson has just examined them,
and they're doing well.

Dr. Anderson?
When did she get back on her job?

A short while ago, Major.

I couldn't rest at the clinic
knowing I had sick patients here.

Besides, Dr. Martinez says,
I'm fine.

Well, good.

Captain, I've been planning on
having a little private talk with you.

- Yes, Major.
- It's about the civilian, Crane.

I've received confidential reports
about your association with him.

Reports which indicate that your relationship
is now of a personal nature?

I wasn't aware you had assigned
anyone to spy on me.

Has Crane asked you anything
about our operations here...

- no matter how indirect?
- Why should he?

Dr. Crane
is a highly respected scientist...

and has been appointed by the President
to head this project.

Ah-ha, but still, Captain,
it might be advisable for you...

to discontinue the relationship.

With all due respect, sir...

what I do on my off-duty time
is my own business...

and does not concern
the Air Force.

I shall continue to see
whomever I wish.

Only one suitcase to a person, please.
Move it along.

Not since the 305...

when families by the thousands
fled the Oklahoma Dust Bowl...

has a thriving American community
had to be totally evacuated.

Not even flood, fire, or hurricane
have turned a whole section of a state...

into a no man's land,
until today.

With a number
you've been issued.

- Slow down.
- That's it. Move right along.

On the stairs,
please, move forward.

Everything that they hold dear
because of killer bees.

Imagine having such a natural phenomenon
to do something to a...

Take this.
Give me a hand with her.

Get her in the car.
Is the hospital here operating?

- Yeah.
- Right over this way...

Thank you.

- You alright?
- Yes, its better now.

- We'll get you there.
- Thank you very much.

Hold on.

Oh, hurry.

You enter the car
with the number you've been issued.

That car's number is five!
Five!

Let's get this train
the hell out of here.

Those damn bees
could be back any minute.

- Ed?
- Yeah?

- There's a bee in here.
- A bee?

- Don't take any chances.
- Maybe he wants the apple.

Well, then give it to him.

Hey!
Goddamn! What will I do now?

Don't move.
Don't get him mad!

No, Charlie!

For God sake, Crane, when are we
gonna stop this massacre?

Our first airdrop is scheduled
in half an hour.

And I've seen
what you are planning to drop.

Those damn poison pellets of yours
won't get us anywhere.

Excuse me, General,
those are my damn poison pellets...

and I think they'll work.

And I'm counting on them working,
General.

Or we fall back
to almost impossible odds.

My coming up with a mass antidote
which might never be perfected.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your support.

But, uh, Captain,
feed this into the computer.

African bees attack a train...

70 miles
northwest of Houston.

Now, give me
a revised time fix, please.

General, I know how you feel.

Especially
because of what just happened.

But right now we are ready
to drop millions of lethal pellets...

without harming
either the population or the plant life.

- I'll support that.
- So will I.

But what we need
is every helicopter that you have.

Alright, you've got them.

Revised timetable
coming through, sir.

They're not touching
the pellets!

They're not touching
the pellets!

They seem to sense
it's something that will kill them.

They're brighter
than we thought.

They always are.

Maybe you should have tried Bourbon
and branch water, and got them drunk.

You've got a beautiful
6.5 pound beautiful daughter.

Thank you.

I guess
it's true what they say...

That a woman sort of falls in love
with her doctor at this time.

Well, you dropped your poison pellets
and the Africans spit at them.

Now, they're moving towards Houston
faster than expected.

General, you should know the enemy
is always expected to do the unexpected.

- Yeah.
- Dr. Crane.

Oh, Major Baker.
Let's hear your rundown.

"Three steel mills,
seven oil refineries...

two beet sugar plants
and a nuclear power center.

Plus 46 towns,
not including Houston...

are now directly in the path
of the Africans."

We'll have to evacuate the towns
and close the factories.

Well, I can tell you right now, we're gonna
have trouble with that nuclear power plant.

No way
they'll shut down voluntarily.

Millions of people
in the area need the energy.

If we don't shut them down,
the bees will.

Well, I'll check with Washington
and see if I can get an official directive.

Brad, I know most of
the key executives at that plant.

I've fought them in court
often enough on environmental issues.

I'll fly in and try to jaw bone
some sense into them.

Might be a lot quicker
than Washington.

Okay. You got it.
Thank you.

More bad news?

Everything we tried has failed.

Our last hope
is your mass antidote.

How close are you, Walt?

I've tried it
on all these rabbits.

It knocks hell out of them.

These are the only two
still alive.

Think I'm on the right track,
but I need more time to experiment.

If you can't perfect it,
Walt...

we might just as well pack it in right away
and ship out to New Zealand.

What we need is something
that people can self-inject...

if they get stung
by an African bee.

And we need it right now.

Alright, alright.
I get the picture.

First thing in the morning,
I'll try it on a human being.

Like who?

We're trying to come up
with volunteers.

- Like me?
- Forget it.

Walter, it'll maybe take two or three days
to convince anybody...

how much we need
human guinea pigs.

Meanwhile,
I am here and I am convinced.

I'm not ready for you yet.
When I am, I'll let you know.

Okay.

Oh, and Walter, will you please
start eating the food they serve here?

It has been specially weighed
and measured to ensure...

you get enough energy
for the long hours that you work.

What the hell does a man have to do
to get a simple beer and a pizza around here?

All a man has to do, Walter,
is ask.

All my notes are right here, Brad,
on the desk next to the recorder.

They contain the exact instructions,
and I mean exact...

on how to prepare the antidote
that I have developed.

Every experiment
with its individual notes...

and conclusions
is documented in this text.

I'm going to test the serum
on myself.

Why?

Because you're just damn fool enough
to make me try it on you.

It's my antidote,
so it'll be my risk.

First, I'm going to inject myself
with the same input of venom...

I'd receive from the stings
of six toxic bees.

That's double the amount that anybody
has been able to take and survive.

Then I'm gonna see if I'll still be able to use
the self-injector with my serum...

or whether muscular stiffness
will make it impossible.

I'll dictate the rest of this
to the other recorder.

I'm all ready.

Physiograph is recording,
everything is laid out.

Now, from the moment
of being stung...

a frightened victim,
medically inexperienced...

would need
about 60 seconds...

to get the self-injector
from pocket or purse...

pull up a sleeve,
waste a few seconds hesitating...

because he was afraid of the needle,
and finally put it in.

I'm going to give myself
the same 60 seconds.

Heartbeat rising rapidly.

Heartbeat now 140.

I've put the antidote
on the table right in front of me.

55 seconds since
I administered the venom.

I'm gonna start
reaching for it.

It won't move.

My arm feels like
it's strapped to my side.

Heartbeat, 160.

Close to outer limit.

Dropping now.

Good.

Good!

140...

130...

Going to normal.

120.

Look, dropping now.

Dr. Krim,
what are you doing?

You missed the tough part.

- How much of a dosage did you take?
- About six stings' worth.

Dr. Krim...!

Respiration still high,
but not abnormally so.

Well, let's see now.

I administered
the antidote about...

66 seconds
after the venom was injected.

The antidote works.

My God, it works.

Dr. Krim...

Now here's something.

The four
physiological responses...

They are swinging
from normal...

to some really spooky levels.

They don't seem to want
to stay down, do they?

In fact, they're turning bad.

All of them.

Heart rate, rising again.

130.

140.

150.

Oh, my God!

Losing... losing respiration.

First sign, respiratory arrest.

There it is.

I just don't understand
your request.

You will. You will.

Have you any idea, doctor,
the consequences...

if I ask Washington
for permission to shut down?

Less disastrous
than not shutting down.

Look at all this.

Don't you realize we supply power
over a 500-mile area...

and purify the drinking water
of seven million people?

Yes, sir, I do realize that...

but I don't think you realize
how critical this situation is.

What's more, there's nothing here
that could possibly attract those bees of yours.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

The infrared rays could signal
and act like a beacon.

No, no, no, doctor.
See this:

Billions of dollars have been spent
to make these nuclear plants safe.

Fail-safe!

The odds against anything going wrong
are astronomical, doctor.

I appreciate that, doctor,
but let me ask you:

In all your
fail-safe techniques...

is there any provision
against an attack by killer bees?

Andrews here.
Come in, control.

Control, this is Andrews.
What's happening?

Control, go to manual!

The bees.
Let's get the hell out of here!

No, no, no! This way.

Oh, God!

Crane?

Crane!

I've been authorized by the president
to close down your operation.

From now on,
the war against the Africans...

will be under military direction.
The way it should've been from the first.

- What's the ETA now?
- General?

I'll say this for you, Crane:

You tried.

In spite of what
you might think...

I kind of hoped
you'd pull it off.

Please arrange protective crating
for the two oscilloscopes...

and personally fly with them
to Houston.

I'll see you there with the tapes
and the rest of the equipment.

I'll be there.

I haven't surrendered yet,
General.

Estimating
that more than 600,000 people...

have already been evacuated
from Houston.

Elsewhere, in the nation,
people stayed indoors or went to church.

- Where are you going, sir?
- Air Force Headquarters.

- Go right ahead, sir.
- Thank you.

General.

Hello, Crane.

- Doctor.
- General.

I'm really glad
you're here for the finale.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I'm not sure,
but come with me.

- Very impressive.
- By tomorrow there'll be no more Africans.

At least
not in the Houston sector.

Have you really found a way
to stop them?

I hope so. If we can do it here,
we can do it anywhere.

This is really
a dress rehearsal...

a set procedure
for any future African challenges.

This is Houston computerized.

And this is Houston.

You see, the bees have formed
almost a complete circle.

Billions of them.

And that's
What we've been waiting for.

Waiting for what?

The battle plan is to get them all
into one area and then zap 'em!

Take a look over here.

Captain. Doctor.

- Major.
- Major.

You planned your arrival perfectly.
Here they come.

Freeze it.

- Prepare to use the neutracide.
- Neutracide?

- That's right.
- General, if you use that...

nothing will grow out there
for the next ten years!

Why worry about shaving when
somebody's about to cut your head off? Go!

- General?
- Crane.

Leader One to all aircraft.
Deliver your cargo on target... now!

They're coming through.

They have learned
to live with it.

I was afraid of this.

They've become immune
to any pesticide.

So...

The occupation of Houston
has begun...

and General Thaddeus Slater
is your first officer in history...

to get his butt kicked
by a mess of bugs.

The Defense Department
in Washington, DC...

has just confirmed
the tragic news.

With the approval
of the White House...

and as a matter of last resort,
the city of Houston...

will suffer massive man-made burning
before daybreak.

The burnout is scheduled
to be handled by flamethrowers...

- Within a matter of minutes.
- Light them up!

Move out! Move out!

Burn them out!

Street Fighter to Topkick!
Come in, Topkick, come in!

Topkick, can you read me?

You two, come here!
I can't get through to the General!

Too much interference!
Damn bees!

Listen,
get back to headquarters.

Tell General Slater we need
more reinforcements now! Go!

You wonder, don't you?

Houston on fire...

Will history blame me
or the bees?

- My compliments, General.
- On What, for God's sake?

On being able to maintain a long-term
historical perspective.

Well, Crane, at this point
there's no other viable perspective.

- Our time is up.
- Not quite, General.

We're ready
with a final experiment.

Please don't give up.

Okay.

Thank you.

We'll do another half dozen of these
and if we don't have any luck...

we'll get some sleep
and start after lunch, okay?

Okay.

And now, what's this?
We've not had this before.

Look at this, doctor.
Look.

Something's coming.
Here we go.

- I think we've done it.
- I don't believe this.

Yes, we have.

- General, we've done it.
- What?

Look, we've got a match!
By God, we've got a match.

You understand, General,
we've discovered two identical sound patterns.

No, I don't understand.

What the he" has that got to do
with killing bees?

What you are hearing now
is the African bee's mating sound.

But listen to this.

This one was made by
the sonic alarm system at the missile base...

not by the bees,
but they sound exactly alike.

It was the sonic alarm system
at the missile base which drew them in.

It was the similarity
that confused them.

- But when it stopped, they left.
- I still don't understand.

General,
the sonic alarm system...

happens to be an exact duplicate
of the duet...

between the queen bee
and the young queen bee...

- challenging her domain.
- But bees can't hear.

That's right.
They go by vibration.

But to the other bees,
the sonic alarm...

felt like the vibration of a ritual
they had to attend.

Then you're saying, our alarm system
attracted the bees into the complex?

That's right, and we'll use this very sound
to pull them out of Houston.

Okay, I'm convinced.

Kill the bees!
Don't hit the man!

No! Get it up!

General? General!

- What he" is going on?
- The bees have broken inside!

Now what?

- You two get going!
- Not without Helena.

We'll take care of her.
Now get the hell out of here!

Use that new weapon
you've come up with. Go!

Slater. Dodge Airfield.
Code seven. Fast!

- General!
- Get out!

I'm going to get Helena!

If I don't make it
you know what has to be done!

Okay.

Major!

There's no time for that.
Let's go. Put this around you.

Drop those! Drop them!

- Newman!
- Go, Brad, go!

Move out!

General!

Dr. Crane, this is Dodge Field,
air tower number two.

We read General Slater's instructions
loud and clear.

We're prepared to assist
in every possible way.

Please come in, Dr. Crane.
Please come in.

Do you read me?
Do you read me?

- Affirmative.
- Very good.

Load the choppers
with the sound horns...

and spread the big oil slick
over the gulf, acknowledge.

- Roger.
- Out. Let's go.

To all air force tankers.

Spread your oil
over the Gulf of Mexico.

Four minutes to flaming.

- Ready when you are, doctor.
- Fine.

Dr. Crane, is this alright here?

Yes, that's fine.
Is there one on the other side?

- Yes, sir.
- Well, please hurry.

Won't the noise of the helicopter
drown out your sound?

No, it's an entirely different
sonic level.

All set, sir.

Rescue Five to Alpha One,
come in, please.

Ditch sound floats.
Ditch sound floats.

Rescue Five to Alpha Two,
come in.

Rescue Five to Alpha Three.

Pilot, get us to the firing point
as quickly as you can.

Here they come.

Operation Sonic Drop complete.
All aircraft clear at target.

Okay, thank you.

Fire it now, fire now!

Fire 1, fire 2, fire 3,
fire 4, fire 5!