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[Crowd cheering]

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

prepare yourselves for the match

you have all been waiting for.

[Announcer] Tonight's main event:

The Royal Reptile

Rumble!

Thank you! Thank you!

Tonight, fighting out of the blue corner...

at a fearsome 6 feet, 240 pounds:

The dreaded Python!

[Crowd booing]

And in the red corner,

standing at a towering 6'4",

weighing in at a monstrous 265 pounds...

Will there be anything else, Mr. Broddick?

Box of Raisinets.

You love him!

The Boa!

I want a good, clean fight. No kicking, biting or kneeing.

[Bell dings]

- What was that for? - Fun.

We are here to celebrate, aren't we?

[Ringing]

Hold on to that thought.

Broddick.

- It's Ramon. - Who?

- It's Ramon. - Ah, Ramon!

Como estas, mi amigo?

So what's the ETA on our guest from Southeast Asia?

- It's loaded. We're leaving. - I knew I could count on you.

Call me if you have any problems.

Just remember this delivery is COD.

A generous compensation will be awaiting you

and your associates upon your arrival.

Good.

Patronizing prick.

Stupid cunt.

Did you tell the hack I said hi?

Believe it or not, the "hack" has our package,

and it's en route as we speak.

You still haven't told me what the package is.

It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?

Let's move out.

We have a problem back here. It's awake.

[Man] All right. Pull it over.

I said Raisinets.

[Creature growling]

What the fuck?

- It's awake. - It's been shot up with 2,000 cc's of tranq.

It's awake now.

[Creature snarling]

I don't think it's supposed to do that if it's sleeping.

No, it's not.

This is supposed to be your job.

- You're going to open it? - You are. Hit the blue button.

- But... - The blue button.

Is that thing awake?

The blue button opens the side panel

just enough to help give this thing sweet dreams for the rest of the trip.

Blue button.

Come on!

[Screams]

[Beeping]

Oy! These are $500 seats!

We're the ones paying for the view here!

Get back in your yard and play.

[Snarling]

[Roaring]

- What are you doing? - What do you think we brought this for?

You see those bullets doing anything?

This will.

Where's the dynamite?

It's right... It's right here.

[Bell rings]

Yeah!

Yesl

[hissing]

Broddick!

- Run out of hot water? - No!

I just got attacked by a fucking anaconda in there.

Lucky for you, the bite of a common garter snake is non-lethal.

You shit.

You know I hate snakes.

Hence, I was merely trying to condition you for this weekend's hunt.

You're kidding me.

That's what Ramon flew in from overseas... a snake?

Not just a snake, baby.

This one is a real monster.

And it's all ours.

Unless, of course, you're too afraid.

In which case, the boys and I will have all the fun.

I said that I hated snakes.

- I never said I was afraid of them. - That's my girl.

[Squeaking]

Oh!

- Where were we? - [Phone rings]

[Sighs]

Talk to me, Ramon.

This is Clover Trucking. You leased one of our trucks.

Is there a problem?

We haven't heard from the drivers,

and they aren't answering our pages.

- Why the hell not? - I don't know.

I can connect you to the shift supervisor.

- They've lost the trucks. - Told you Ramon was a hack.

Fat fuck!

Do you realize how much money I spent for this weekend?

The gentlemen I've invited are extremely wealthy

and extremely well-connected.

They are flying out here for the sole purpose of hunting a giant snake.

What am I supposed to do now? Offer them an Easter egg hunt?

[TV]...in rural Pennsylvania.

According to local police,

the two vehicles and the remains of five bodies

were found by state police earlier this morning.

County officials have yet to determine whether the accident...

Do you want me to call the boys and tell them the hunt is off?

No.

Just tell them we're simply rescheduling

the date and location.

...the contents of the vehicles.

Sources tell us of huge crates

filled with high-yield explosives,

automatic weapons

and what appears to be a gigantic pet cage.

For this reporter,

we may be in the beginning of an appearance by AI-Qaida

in the middle of the heartland of middle America.

For Channel 15 Action News,

I'm Kent Humphries.

And we're out.

"Inaction News" is more like it.

AI-Qaida? It looks more like a big car wreck.

That's why you are where you are

and I am where I am, Louis.

Really?

I thought maybe it was because I am the cameraman

and you are the reporter, Kent.

[Chuckles]

That's us.

Start rolling.

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

Kent Humphries, Channel 15 Action News.

So, is the government officially deeming this an accident,

a multiple homicide

or possibly an AI-Qaida terrorist operation?

AI-Qaida?

- Yes. - I wouldn't know. I just got here.

Certainly this is an interesting position to be in, Agent...

Sharpe. Now if you don't mind.

Is the government willing to say anything about the vehicle's contents?

Or about who the men were and what they were doing?

And any possible connection to any AI-Qaida

terrorist operation?

I wouldn't know. I just got here.

So there you have...

So there you have it, ladies and gentlemen.

You heard it here first on Channel 15 Action News.

A possible terrorist operation foiled.

Five men in the prime of their lives,

struck down in this

senseless tragedy.

What were their names? What were they doing?

Why were they here? Kent Humphries, Action News.

[Siren wailing]

Outstanding.

Agent Sharpe, what do you think of this?

Do we tag this as body number six?

I think it's what's left of bodies two, three, four and five.

- What's that? - Scale.

Found it in the case.

That's a big scale.

It's a big case.

What is that?

I thought you shut off number 6.

I did.

What the hell?

Aaah!

Carl!

Carl!

Carl! Carl!

[Screaming]

Carl!

Carl! Carl!

[Screaming]

[Carl groans]

[Roaring]

[Screams]

Agent Sharpe! Agent Sharpe!

Would you mind putting my evidence back?

Sorry. I found this in the back of the truck.

Where exactly does that lead?

That's one of the access tunnels to the Philadelphia

water treatment plant.

Thank you, Deputy.

You should clean up. You got a piece of liver on your chin.

Right.

Maybe I should.

Looks like it's some sort of tranquilizer dart.

But for what?

I'm not sure yet. But whatever it is, it woke up.

Agent Sharpe, I just got a call from the treatment plant.

Apparently, they were just attacked.

Attacked by what?

They said a giant snake.

Call the plant back.

Tell them I want this entrance sealed,

all main lines connected to it turned off,

the facility itself evacuated.

Are you asking me to have them turn off

the only major source of water for this half of the state?

I'm ordering, not asking.

I don't mind telling you

that people in this state get a little upset

when their toilets don't flush and the sinks are dry.

I see.

We'll need maps and diagrams of every aqueduct, pipe and tunnel,

all ways leading in and out of that system.

If that thing's down there, I'm not about to let it back out,

not until we can call in some serious firepower.

Call in two reserve units.

Have the highway patrol lock off all traffic within five miles.

Then I want everything we've got on the Larson project.

That was a CIA project gone bad.

A couple big snakes got loose in Russia

and wiped out the entire team.

- Just get me the file. - Right.

And get me Monica Bonds.

[Woman] I don't work out.

Two minutes isn't bad, but I can beat it.

Tyler here's half fish.

Yeah? I bet I can take him.

I don't think so, cupcake.

I got 50 bucks that says I can.

I'll take that action.

- Make that two. - This'll be sweet.

Tyler was in Navy Seal school, before he got discharged.

Really?

I've done a little Navy ordnance

and mine-sweeping myself.

- You searched for mines? - Yep.

- With Navy divers? - Nope.

Dolphins.

[Girls cheering]

[Guys cheering]

Thirty seconds! We only have 30 seconds!

Come on, buddy. Speak to me. Are you all right?

Here. I know CPR.

I don't know what you did to him down there. Just stay back.

You all right? You okay?

Did I win?

Bro, you got spanked by a chick.

Thank you. Thank you.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Monica Bonds?

Who's asking?

Agent Sharpe wants to see you.

There's a car waiting to take you to the airport.

- How are things at the institute? - Great.

We got three new dolphins coming in next month.

Working hard and making some real progress.

I can see that.

I didn't have time to put a full ensemble together.

I appreciate you coming here on such short notice.

With you, Alan, it's always short notice.

What are we doing out here in the backcountry?

Your boys told me to pack for Philadelphia.

How well does your equipment work out of the water?

Why do I get the feeling

you're about to ask me for four years of research?

Haven't had a chance to field-test it

out of the water yet, but

the sensor pads were designed for wet or dry applications.

It should work fine.

Well, you're about to get your field test,

compliments of Uncle Sam.

What kind of doctor is he?

Dr. Emmett is one of the world's leading herpetologists.

That's kind of creepy.

You haven't even met the man.

In my book, people who play with snakes are creepy.

It's locked. Maybe there's another entrance.

Emmett?

He's probably got the whole crazy, bug-eyed,

Christopher Lloyd, Jeff Goldblum mad scientist thing going on.

Pasty skin, doesn't see the sun much.

Definitely has social interaction issues.

Agent Sharpe?

Yeah. No.

He's...

Alan Sharpe, Federal Bureau of Investigation.

And this is Monica Bonds with the Miami Aquatic Research Institute.

Hi.

Pleased to meet you. Please come in.

Thank you.

[Beeping]

Impressive lab.

It used to be.

I'm working out of pocket for the moment.

The place requires constant funding.

I know the feeling.

Doesn't it bother you, working with these things?

I mean, one bite and you're history.

Snakes are like other creatures.

Respect them, and they'll respect you.

You have to know what you're doing, especially with the poisonous kind,

like the one you're tapping there.

[Hisses]

I understand you've grown

a rather large snake here on the premises.

She's a constrictor... a Scarlet Queen boa.

May we see her?

Mm.

[Buzzer sounding]

Follow me.

[Beeping]

You need all this for a snake?

You might want to stay close.

It's a little smaller than I imagined.

This isn't Betty. This is Betty's lunch.

You feed snakes to snakes?

I inject the food snakes with a dose of venom extract,

which is then digested by the Scarlet boa.

- Won't that kill her? - Doses are minute.

Absorbed into her bloodstream before she knows they're there.

Her system then works to create an antibody

which I can then harvest.

Betty is the largest constrictor on the reserve,

probably the largest Scarlet boa on the planet.

And she produces a vast amount of antibody for my research.

You're creating an antivenom.

Trying to, anyway.

It's all extremely interesting, Doctor,

but hardly the reason I came.

Where's the boa?

[Chuckles] She's standing on him.

Shit!

Aaah!

[Shrieks]

[Roaring]

Outstanding.

This is big.

And big is nice.

Well, color me officially curious.

Assuming we didn't come

all the way out here just to see some gigantic snake,

I'm dying to know what kind of situation

could possibly require the use of his boa and my implants.

Doctor Emmett,

how well would your boa perform in an uncontrolled environment?

Well, I wouldn't know.

She's the first of her kind to be born and raised entirely in captivity.

- Would she hunt? - Absolutely.

Snakes, no matter how they're raised, have the instinct to hunt.

It's a matter of survival.

In that case, I'd like to use your boa

to help me find this.

Here comes the party.

[Tires squealing]

My good friend Tex from Lubbock.

[Tires squealing]

Mr. Foley...

our military's greatest sniper.

Try not to stare so hard, Eve.

[Tires squealing]

- Mr. Danner and... - His son James.

Wife took the truck.

Good old family get-together.

I thought there was one more.

There is.

Littlefield,

master huntsman.

Gentlemen,

glad to see you all could make it

to our little... safari.

[Broddick] I apologize once again

for the last- minute change in venue.

Luckily, rearranging one's travel plans

becomes a lot easier when one has access to their own jet.

A series of unfortunate events has somewhat complicated

the hunt I promised to deliver to you.

However, being that I am a man of my word,

I've decided to do one better.

That's why I'm going to deliver you to the hunt.

Babe, would you do the honors?

I'm sorry. Would anyone else care for a drink?

We are fully stocked here, so choose your poison.

An ashtray and a beer.

Make it two.

I'll have a Sprite, please.

Can I have a cold one, too, actually?

Uh-huh.

- And for you, Mr. Foley? - Surprise me.

Since this is my first time

hunting this particular predator,

I thought it only fitting that I invite those associates

who would truly appreciate the experience.

And I assure you

this is a once-in-a-lifetime, gentlemen,

an experience that will truly separate the men...

from the beasts.

We are hunting

one of the most cunning predators on this planet.

We are the knights that are going to slay the dragon.

If you take a look inside the expedition dossiers my beautiful associate Eve

has prepared, you'll see I've taken the liberty of mapping out a few routes.

We will be landing outside Philadelphia in approximately two hours.

Eyes on your own paper.

From there we shall depart for the hunt at 7:00 a.m.

So, you're telling us that this thing is on the loose

and that you are going to find it?

Exactly.

The only thing that

you need to concern yourselves with, gentlemen, is your aim

and how you like your snake...

belt, boot or wallet.

Well, in that case,

gentlemen,

ma'am,

to the hunt.

To the hunt.

[Sharpe] The Philadelphia water treatment plant

won't let me go after this python

by spraying poisons or chemicals near the water supply.

I'm not about to send armed men blindly down there so they can become snake bait.

But with your expertise and boa and your equipment,

I believe we can successfully locate and eliminate that python.

Using my implants, we can track the boa

as it tracks the python and see every move she makes?

- Exactly. - Let me get this straight.

You want to attach that to my boa

and use it to hunt down the python that this belongs to?

That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard.

Is it? The Navy trains seals and dolphins to sweep for mines.

The Army uses dogs for security and tactical engagement.

It's a hell of a leap from dogs and dolphins to wild reptiles.

It's not as great a leap as you think.

The CIA has been conducting extensive tests

on the potential combat and covert ops

applications with specimens like yours.

Why doesn't the CIA use its own specimens?

Their point man on the project was forced to take

an unfortunate "leave of absence" during a mission in Russia.

The project's dead.

So we're the best you got, huh?

Yes.

I guess the question now is whether that stuff's actually going to work.

I've been successfully using the implants

on bottle-nosed dolphins for months.

With the digital microcam,

audio sensors, and GPS monitor in this unit,

we can practically monitor your boa's every move.

And I've called in military reinforcement

to back up our operation.

Most snakes are territorial, especially the big constrictors.

Your point being?

Take two scorpions, put 'em in a box,

they're both going to want to own that box.

They'll fight till one of them dies.

So your boa will attack that python?

If she picks up the scent, she'll attack, theoretically.

Then what?

After the boa's done her job, she'll be returned to the lab.

After she's been immobilized, of course.

- Immobilized how? - That you'll have to let me look into.

We better move.

It's almost dark, and, unlike most snakes,

the constrictors are corpuscular.

Sorry, I must've skipped biology class that day.

They're mostly active at dusk and dawn.

Your python is already out of the tunnel.

Impossible. I've got three teams working with local authorities,

shutting off every inch of pipeline and tunnel in the area.

Agent Sharpe, judging by the size of that scale,

we're talking about an 80 to 100 foot reticulated python.

If it wants out, it's getting out.

[Roaring]

[Roaring continues]

~~ [rock music on stereo]

[Thumping]

- What was that? - What?

No, I heard something.

All right. Touch my car again, and I'll kick your ass.

Yeah.

No, no, no, wait. Wait.

Relax. Let Lester take over.

Who?

Lester. You know...

You named your dick Lester?

Well, not me.

Actually Candace did. One night we were...

Okay. No.

Total mood killer.

You know, I liked it better when it was just you

and me

and Lester.

Mmm.

[Snarling]

Aaah!

Mmm. Brian, don't stop.

Oh!

[Slurping]

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Give it to me, Brian.

Aaah!

Good. Keep me posted.

Tracking's good.

[Sharpe] Is that the immobilizer?

Stun spike.

Hit the remote, she gets 80,000 volts. Should knock her out.

Can she survive that much voltage?

Worry about her surviving your equipment.

We're only surgically attaching the contacts and sensor pads.

She won't even know they're there.

I promise.

All right.

How's she doing?

Her heart rate's not where it should be. Breathing's shallow.

Implanting that equipment took a lot out of her.

She lost a lot of blood.

Is there anything we can do?

Just wait and see.

Workers at a local

water treatment plant just a few miles from here

were killed today in what government officials are deeming

an "accident."

But it is the opinion of this reporter that there is something more pungent

than the fetid smell of stale humidity in the air tonight,

and that's the stench of government half-truths.

In a time when lies can cause war and wars create deception,

we need something more than... facts.

We need something more than government stories about

"accidents."

We need the truth.

This is Kent Humphries, Channel 15 Action News.

[Clicking button]

Ohhh...

- Wanna take it again? - Weren't you rolling?

Yes. It's just that...

I thought you were...

It was a little,

you know... big.

A little much.

Hard-hitting journalism is always "big."

That's what real news is, Louis...

sensationalism in its purest state.

Well, Kent, I'm not sure how this "routine" works.

I am creating my own signature journalistic style, Louis.

Dan Rather has a signature style.

Walter Cronkite had a signature style.

But this...

makes you look like a schmuck.

Really? You know something, Louis?

You are frigging fired.

Not again.

As of now.

You can't fire me.

I can this time. You've crossed... the line.

[Cell phone beeping]

No reception?

What the hell do I pay these idiots $200 a month for?

$200?

Maybe you should get a better plan.

You know what? I'm going to keep walking until I find a signal.

Then I'm calling Jack Dauner at the station, and I'm going to have you fired.

Do you understand me?

I'm just trying to help you be a better reporter.

Your next gig will be cable access, Louis.

Besides, Jack hates you much more than I do.

[Phone beeping]

Kent Humphries for Jack Dauner, please.

Hello?

[Static, beeps]

Goddamn it!

[Heavy breathing, rustling]

Louis?

[Snarling]

So, did you finally get a signal?

- Here you go. - Thanks.

So, tell me more about your antivenom.

It's a universal antivenom, hopefully.

Most are created to counteract the toxins of a specific species.

So, consequently,

a large number of victims die needlessly every year,

because they can't help identify the snake that bit them.

The situation's much worse in Africa and South America,

regions with large concentrations of poisonous snakes

but which lack the financial means to have the antivenoms on hand.

Seems like someone would have to have

some pretty strong personal reasons

to devote their life to such a cause like that.

Well, if I can help save one life, it'd be worth it, right?

[Rapid beeping]

[Snake moaning]

Metabolics are up.

Vitals holding. She's coming back.

[Sharpe] Cops just found what was left of

a couple of necking teenagers in their car.

We also got word about a missing news reporter.

You were right. The python got out.

How much longer will this take?

We're done with the procedure...

Good. Let's get this show on the road.

She's still recovering. She hasn't gotten used to the equipment yet.

Look, at this point, I'd settle for her just finding the python.

- We'll take care of the rest. - You mean "kill."

That was pretty much the plan.

It's attitudes like yours that are the reason

why people are so scared of snakes.

Instead of trying to understand them and study them, they beat them with a stick.

I don't have time to stand here and argue reptile rights with you.

In case you haven't been paying attention, that thing is killing people.

How do I know your trigger-happy grunts

aren't going to shoot Betty?

I'm running short on options and patience!

If you've got another solution, I suggest you offer it.

Instead of shooting to kill, use this.

Megaketamine. It's an animal tranquilizer.

It'll save the life of the python and my boa.

We don't even have to use the stun spike.

I've got two of these. Two or three doses, they'll sleep for hours.

You were the one that said

the CIA was interested in studying giant snakes.

I'd imagine they wouldn't mind their own guinea pig to play with.

All right.

We'll make every effort to capture this thing alive.

But if it comes down to a choice between saving human lives

and saving that snake,

I'm siding with my own species.

Now, this is a beautiful day to hunt

and... kill something.

Easy there, good friend.

First, let's check out the scenery.

Open it up.

All right, driver. Hold for my signal.

Quick review.

Those tunnels down there go for miles.

We could spend the next 12 hours

trying to find where that thing went topside.

All we can do is deploy your boa and hope it picks up the python's trail.

Agent Sharpe, you're going to love this.

Trucking company finally gave us a name on those vehicles.

Broddick.

Founder and sole owner of Broddick Casinos

and notorious big game hunter.

Notorious, indeed.

Lock and load, boys. We're in python country.

[Sharpe] Fish and Game department has a file

two inches thick on this guy.

He sponsors weekend hunting parties

for rich gun nuts with nothing better to do

than shoot game in controlled conditions.

That's his python down there.

That at least answers the question

of who'd be dumb enough to let a giant python out of its cage.

Let's hope two wrongs do make a right.

Strike force team stand by until I give the all clear.

- Ready to kick some ass, sir. - Outstanding.

Open her up!

[Door beeping]

Talk to me, Doc. What's she doing?

It's got to be a reaction to those implants.

Elevated cardio and metabolic rates.

I never should've let you talk me into this.

Me? My equipment is perfectly safe.

Your equipment is killing her.

There she goes.

Microcam and audio plugs are up

We're broadcasting full picture and sound.

GPS puts her out about... 400 feet ahead of us.

We can see everything she does. Congratulations, Monica.

I couldn't have done it without the doctor's help... and Betty's.

Your equipment is incredible.

The equipment...

Audiovisual thermal retrieval unit.

Yeah, that.

Thanks, Doc.

[Sharpe] Enough patting each other on the back here.

Pack your gear and let's get ready to track this python.

Let's move out.

Clear!

[Tracking device beeping]

Boa's about a hundred yards ahead of us.

Let's move out.

Maintain a minimal distance of 50 yards at all times.

Remember, the name of the game here

is control and containment.

Shoot only if you have to.

We want to take this python alive.

Seal us in!

She's moving faster and breaking off to the west.

Your boa seems to be doing her job.

If the scent's out there, she'll find it.

Shit! We just lost the link.

Hold up!

I'm not getting a visual.

Where did your snake go, Doc?

I'm not sure. She could've picked up the scent already, unless...

This... This general area

is under where it attacked the teenagers and the reporter.

Pythons change their feeding ground after each kill.

So if the workers were attacked in the main service tunnel,

it may have staked out this adjacent area.

How do we know the python will return to these tunnels?

We don't. Another hour, the sun's going to be pretty strong out there.

It'll seek out the coolest place possible.

Let's just hope when it does, it comes back down here.

Yeah.

[Typing, beeping]

Keep your eyes peeled.

Okay, we'll split up here.

Dad? Dad.

Dad!

I told you to do that back at the plane.

Or you'll have to wear a catheter like your old man.

This ain't one of your dumb-ass video games.

Make sure you wait until you get a kill shot.

Yeah, I'll remember.

Oh.

God, I hate you.

You travel light.

I don't believe in wasting bullets.

One?

I never needed more.

I did a Google search on pythons last night.

Apparently, when they squeeze you,

they can feel your heart beat.

The faster your heart beats, the tighter they squeeze you.

Just remember what I told you. Show no fear.

[Birds squawking]

Broddick, hold up. We've got movement back here.

Stay put. We'll circle back and flank you.

Eve, what's your position?

We're on your left, babe.

I've got you.

Possible sighting behind us.

Push ahead of me 50 yards. Stagger the line. Wait for my signal.

Copy that. Let's do it.

There it is, boy! Go get it!

What are we waiting for?

Broddick's signal.

Oh.

Guy like that has it all...

his own casinos,

a tasty biscuit like her,

and now first shot at killing that snake.

And we're just going to sit back and let him take it.

Fuck that.

Damn it.

Okay, AV link's back.

Finally. Let's move out. Move out.

[Emmett] Where is she?

I can't tell. Damn it! I lost the signal again.

Shouldn't we wait for them?

And stay here all day till Blondie

gets her Game Boy to work right?

Let's find this thing,

tag it, bag it and get the hell out of here.

These retaining walls are between us and the boa,

but it's not on the GPS.

They're disrupting the signal.

Has anyone seen our soldiers?

Broddick, we have a problem.

Foley just went AWOL. Tex took off after him.

Amateurs.

Foley!

Foley!

Fuck.

Foley, come back!

Aaaah!

What happened?

Mr. Foley, what happened? Where is Tex?

I don't know. When I got back, he was gone.

I have two very simple rules here on this hunt.

Number one: Never leave your team.

Number two:

Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.

Who's firing?

My boy's got him on the run!

[Yelling]

Shoot to kill, boy, not to wound!

Let him have it!

I've been waiting 15 years to use this!

Fire in the hole!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Congratulations, James.

I'm sure this will look wonderful stuffed and mounted

on the wall of your father's den.

- It'll look great above the fireplace. - Shut up.

Now that we've completely lost our tactical edge...

[rustling]

Whoa! It's just me, boys.

I think I found where our snake went.

If I were a disgusting 80-foot reptile,

those tunnels are exactly the kind of place

I'd go to wait out the sun and find a drink.

Then that's where we're going.

Tunnel maps are in the van.

Let's fall back and reload for round two.

Dad!

[Sharpe] Repeat: Halt current position.

Please respond.

Interference must be messing with the radio frequency.

That or those jar heads decided to play hero and ignore me.

AV signal's back. Betty's really on the move.

She must be hunting something down.

Work, you $10 million piece of...

Wait. GPS is picking up two more signals,

both inside the plant perimeter.

One's moving faster than the other.

She found the python.

Unless she found your soldiers.

Soldiers, read me!

Repeatl We've lost contactl

So, Rock, Paper, Scissors?

[Distant hissing]

I don't see anything.

I sure in hell hear it.

[Distant hissing]

Now where?

Uh, uh...

- Which way did they go, Monica? - I don't know. It's scrambled.

- Get that stun spike ready. - AV's back.

Oh, God. Betty's right on top of them.

Light her up, Doc.

This is a one-shot deal.

I spike her now, she's out for hours,

if she survives the voltage.

- Excuse me? - [Banging]

[Screams]

[Monica] Now left.

No, right!

Where the hell are we going?

[Snake roaring]

[Gunfire]

Look!

They're sitting ducks in there.

- Emmett, pull the trigger! - Shoot the pipes.

What?

[Screeching]

[Screeching continues]

[Yells]

[Screaming]

Give me your radio. Soldiers, listen to me.

Constrictors use heat to see. They rely on thermal differences.

Shoot the pipes. A burst of heat or cold can disrupt their vision...

- Shoot the pipes? - Shoot the pipes!

Use the heat and the steam for cover.

[Soldier] We're clear, but we lost Hoffman and Montgomery.

Copy that. The two of you continue until you reach the surface exit. [sighs]

I gotta hand it to you, Doc. That was some quick thinking under pressure.

You saved two men's lives... and our spike.

Let's keep moving.

Damn it.

Mmm.

You having fun yet?

I'd be having more fun if we could ditch the weekend warriors.

- This damn thing is stickin'. - Here. Use mine.

What are you gonna use?

I think it's time to turn up the heat a little.

Ooh!

We got one hour of daylight left, if we're lucky.

Hot enough for you?

No. Why don't you do me a favor

and kick it up a few notches, pops?

You boys like your meat extra crispy?

- Got to get me one of those. - Oh, man!

Whoa.

No, no, no.

- May I ask you a question? - Sure.

Why dolphins?

- Why do I work with them, you mean? - Uh-huh.

Well, they're intelligent, social.

They interact well with humans.

Guess it makes it a little easier to get to know 'em.

So, what about you? Why snakes?

Well, they're intelligent.

They're, uh,

pretty independent.

Occasionally known to have bad tempers, and not particularly social.

They keep their distance... from humans especially.

[Chuckles]

You all right?

Yeah. Just a little pissed.

Want to take five?

Good plan.

Truth is, if you really want to know,

I lost someone very close to a snakebite.

When I was six,

I traveled with my family through South America.

We were staying in this village outside of Buenos Aires.

One night, my little sister goes to get a drink of water,

steps on a pit viper that was curled up under the bathroom sink.

The village doctor couldn't figure out which antivenom to administer.

By the time my dad did the 15-mile drive to the nearest hospital,

she was already...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I figured that, working on the antivenom,

I'd learn something about them.

- How's that working out for you? - I don't know.

For starters, I've learned that I gotta get out of the lab more often.

[Sharpe] I hate to interrupt getting-to-know-you time, but could we keep moving?

Betty's sitting tight,

[tracker beeping]

But there's another signal moving toward her.

It must be the python. What's the location?

I don't know. I think she's in some sort of service tunnel or...

Diversion tunnel. Look.

She's in one of these two passages located underneath the main pipe tunnel.

- They're connected by this link. - Part of some overflow system.

- If we could seal off that level... - Both snakes would be contained.

But who's going to volunteer to be trapped in those tunnels

while trying to locate and sedate two super-sized reptiles?

We don't have to send anybody in. We flush them out.

How?

We flood the system. We force them to go where we want them to go.

The sublevels both drain into this underground reservoir here.

Your men could go in and bat cleanup with tranquilizers.

All right.

Kosnetova, you there? Listen up.

I need sublevel diversion tunnels 1 and 2 sealed off immediately

and all teams mobilized to the reservoir junction 27B

in preparation for target recovery.

I need it all yesterday. We don't have a second to spare. Copy?

I'm on it. Out.

Boys and girls, time to move.

Let's trap this rat.

We've got AV back. It's weak, but it's...

- Damn! - What?

- I don't think you want to see this. - What is it?

Looks like the python's trying to get busy with your boa.

[Growling]

She's the only species of boa that lays eggs.

I've tried to get her to mate, unsuccessfully. Nothing's worked.

It looks like she's putting up one hell of a fight now.

- Ew, is that his... - Vestigial hind leg.

The male python uses them like spurs during mating. Oh, that.

[Snakes growling]

I'll go check it out.

Mr. Danner, you and James go with him.

Maintain radio contact at all times.

Oh, and, Mr. Danner, you're in charge.

[Monica] Looks like the boa's on the run.

Damn it. We need her to keep that python interested

long enough for that sublevel to be sealed off.

He's still interested. The python's following her.

I can't believe I'm condoning the use of my snake in laying a man-trap.

We've got company. GPS is picking up three more signals in tunnel 2.

Kosnetova, come in. We're getting multiple signals in the tunnels.

You send somebody down here? Kosnetova, do you copy?

Whoever it is, we gotta get them out.

In three minutes, that tunnel's going to be filled with several thousand gallons of water.

Then there's still time.

Stand back, boy. I'm in charge. [groans]

Anyone else get the feeling that we're completely lost?

Give it a rest.

[Growling]

[Pipes creaking, water running]

Where?

[Alarm blaring]

- Here, here! - I got this.

[Alarm blaring]

You know, that can't be good.

Someone's coming. Or something.

One shot, one kill.

Nothing more,

nothing less.

Good night,

[whispers] My love.

[Monica screams]

[Coughs]

[Monica sobbing]

Outstanding.

Sharpe! Sharpe!

Holy shit, Foley.

Whoops.

- He's dead. - Who the hell are you people?

- Which one of you is Broddick? - He's upstairs. He's in charge.

Save it.

[Snake growling]

[Yelling]

[Growling]

You got a gun in your hand, you idiot! Use it!

Dad!

[Yelling]

That's right. Open wide, you son of a bitch!

We've got to get out of here. Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

[Yelling]

[Steam hissing]

Hold up.

Give me some more light over here.

Baby, look at this.

I'd say your snake didn't come here to drink. She came here to nest.

Yeah? Well, there's only one problem.

The snake I ordered wasn't female.

[Hissing]

- These must be the water tanks. - There's dozens of rooms like this.

- Shit! - What is it?

I forgot the bag and the monitor and...

[snake growling]

Doesn't matter. Let's go!

There's no way out of here!

- You know how to swim, don't you? - What? Wait!

Oh, shit!

[Broddick] Okay, baby.

Let's put the egg back where we found it, shall we?

[Hissing, growling]

Aah!

Eve!

Eve!

[Grunting]

[Yelling]

[Clicking]

[Snake growling]

Stay with me, baby. Be right there.

[Moaning]

[Gasping]

[No audible dialogue]

I'll get her for you.

[Coughing]

That... That was amazing.

You should see me do it out of the water sometime.

- I'll be right back. - Where...

There's a grate about 60 feet that way.

- I think it leads to a different room. - Let's go for a swim.

Okay.

Where's the hell's the cavalry?

Well, I'd say we either go after the python

and your boa without any radio or tracking support

or we call it a day and get the fuck out of here.

Your call, Doc.

- Who the hell are you? - I was about to ask you the same question.

Broddick.

- Have we met? - Nope.

Asshole! Do you have any idea what you've done?

Whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you

if you don't get the fuck out of my way!

Let him go.

I said, let him go.

Mr. Broddick, you're under arrest for poaching and illegal animal importing.

Take him away.

You all right? Then let's go. Come on.

[Snake snarling]

We went to 27B. Nobody was home.

- We've been following you ever since. - Sharpe's dead.

We know.

We found his body in the reservoir.

You didn't happen to find the AV monitor down there too, did you?

No. But we've got your laptop equipment

up and running at our camp in Philadelphia.

We'll be there in 10 minutes.

Asshole.

[Laughing, shouting]

It's not a toy, huh?

[Beeping]

And we're back in business. Well, sort of.

I've got GPS and audio.

Visual's basically a bust.

Implants must be damaged.

- Location? - About four blocks east of us.

What's it doing all the way over there?

- Probably checking on her brood. - What are you talking about?

Oh, don't you know? We stumbled into her nest.

Broke one of her eggs accidentally.

That's why that bitch reptile killed my girl.

- Can you play it back on the video feed? - Sure. Give me a sec.

I got it.

[Whirring]

Okay, slower. Stop.

There. Now zoom in.

The only species of a boa to lay eggs?

There's no way he could impregnate her and then she lay eggs within an hour.

No. She must have already been pregnant.

That's why she was fighting off the python. She was defending her nest.

Either that, or she's just got good taste in men.

Oh, no.

Why is she letting him eat her eggs? What's wrong with her?

She must be too injured to fight. When was this recorded?

Fifteen, 20 minutes ago. Look.

- At least we know she's all right. - And she's after the python.

Your snake has a sense of vengeance?

That's what we're about to find out.

I wonder if you officially made her shit list, Broddick.

Mclntyre. Well, just don't stand there!

- Stop! Stop! - Fuck off.

[Whooping]

I should've known she was pregnant.

It must've been a combination of the food snakes and the growth hormone.

Or maybe it was just nature's way of letting you know you're doing all right.

[Rhythmic beating]

- What is that? - Whatever it is, it's live.

- Sounds like machinery. - It's music.

I thought you secured a five-mile perimeter.

~~ [heavy drumbeats]

~~ [techno]

See you on the other side of here.

[Screaming]

[Snake slurping]

Watch it!

[Woman screams]

Oh, my God!

[Shouting, screaming]

[Shouting continues]

Everybody move forward.

[Screaming, shouting]

[Growling]

[Together] Oh, shit!

[Shouting, screaming]

[Screaming, shouting]

Die, you slithering piece of shit!

Welcome to my barbecue.

[Screams]

No!

[Yelling]

[Soldiers yelling, groaning]

We have a madman loose with a flamethrower.

I need more men ASAP.

[Growling]

Monica!

Fucking thing!

Here's the plan: Run!

- Good plan. - We're in trouble. The gun's out there.

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

[Hissing, screeching]

[Growling]

Hello, bitch. Remember me?

[Yelling]

[Screaming]

[Grunting]

[Snakes snarling]

[Grunting]

[Spits]

I hope you fucking choke on me, bitch!

[Yelling]

Okay, come on.

[Horn blowing]

Whoa!

[Screaming]

It's too late.

Sorry, Betty.

[Screams]

[Horn blowing]

I killed her.

No, you saved her life.

She's gone.

So, what if we can't find her?

We know where her nest is. We'll find her.

- What? - You and me.

We make a pretty good team.

And Betty makes three.

- Ready? - Ready.

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