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[Heavy footsteps fall]

[Dramatic music]

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[chickens squawking]

[Dramatic music]

[Chickens squawking]

[Electronic beeping]

[Dramatic music]

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[machinery clanking, chickens squawking]

[Electronic beeping]

[Chickens squawking]

[Electronic beeping]

[Electronic beeping]

[Dramatic music]

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[electronic beeping]

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[electronic beeping]

[Electronic beeping]

[Water rushing]

Do you recognize it?

Dr. Tiptree started out in the '70s

working on genetic alteRNAtives to pesticides.

For her PhD, she bred this ugly fellow right out of existence,

eliminating an entire subspecies from the face of the earth.

She instantly became a hero to some

and public enemy number one to others.

At one time or another,

Dr. Tiptree was associated with each of your institutions.

She disappeared from academia, government,

and the private sector some years ago.

Grapevine has it she's back in the game

and playing on one of your teams.

Now, she can't be on a federal grant, or I'd know about it.

I mean to know who's got her.

Don't stonewall me, boys.

I heard she's been working over at Eunice corporation.

It's... it's true.

She's been with us for more than a year.

But she insisted on working quietly.

[Whispering]

How come we haven't seen any Eunice patents,

grant applications with her name on it?

Uh, her contract gives her three years

of sequestered R and D.

We cannot legally interfere in her research

for another 18 months without forfeiting our patents.

Well, thank you.

[Laughs]

Please, no more surprises.

[Chickens clucking, camera whirring]

[Whispering]

[Chickens squawking]

Any obviously oversized eggs?

Any extraneous organic matter?

What the hell is extraneous organic matter?

That's my wife you're talking about,

strangely orgasmic matter.

[Sneezes]

Ah, Jesus Christ.

It's all over me.

Sorry.

I think I'm allergic to chickens.

Forget it.

Just a cold that's going around.

Everybody's getting it.

[Chickens clucking]

[Creaking]

[Sighs]

[Crunching]

Screen enlarge, right quadrant.

Again, again, again...

Hold.

Sorry for interrupting, Dr. Tiptree.

[Sighing] It's all right, Susan.

Did they find it?

I'm afraid not yet.

[Sighing]

[Chickens clucking]

How about giving us a hand with this load?

Driver not a loader.

[Chickens clucking]

You ever seen such nervous chickens?

What do you think?

Maybe they smell rain.

Or else the sky is falling.

[Chuckling]

All right now, ladies, buckle up.

We've got a long road ahead.

[Chickens clucking]

[Loud nose-blowing]

Forget the excuses.

Seal the barn.

No trucks in or out.

I want it found before the morning shift comes in.

Send Swanson to the infirmary,

and tell him to keep his goddamn mouth shut.

And that goes for you and the others too,

or I'll personally guarantee

you'll be back plucking chickens in Arkansas.

[Sneezing]

Hey, Merle, how are you?

Hey, Tony.

Sorry to say, no one in or out.

Aw, I've gotta get these cluckers over to fort Rogers,

and I'm three hours late.

All right.

We'll say you left already.

[Creaking]

[Dramatic music]

*

[chickens squawking]

[Country music playing] * he's the king

* he's the king

[chickens shrieking,

[splatting]

* all the girls light up just to *

[ominous music]

*

Holy criminy, how'd you all get loose?

What the hell's going on back here?

Jesus.

[Chickens squawking]

[Screeching] [Screaming]

[Slurping, crunching]

[Screaming]

Can you cure him?

Restore his mathematical genius?

Stimulate his memory, at least get the numbers?

In the best possible case, he may completely recover.

If so, he'll probably remember the numbers you want

or be able to recalculate them,

if and only if he believes it's appropriate.

And in the worst case?

Tabula Rasa.

A clean slate.

It could completely wipe his brain.

Please proceed, Dr. Martin.

You have our undivided attention.

[Electric zapping] I love this movie.

[Electric zapping]

Better a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

Mmm.

[Metal clanging]

[Ominous music]

Hey!

What's going on out there!

[Feet running]

Ha, ha!

Let's go!

Hold it!

I got a gun, and I can't shoot for shit!

Probably aim for your legs and blow your brains out.

[Gunshot]

Come on.

[Glass breaking]

Oh, you son of a bitches.

[Panting]

[Grunting]

[Engine stalling]

Oh, you bastards.

Goddamn it.

You'd better not come back!

I've got a bigger gun!

[Ominous music]

*

[engine turning over]

No!

Oh!

[Laughing]

Oh, I got you this time!

You ain't going nowhere.

Ohhh...

[Laughing] Wait a minute.

What have we got?

Come on.

Ha!

I got you.

Come on out!

Come on out!

Come on out!

Yep.

Yep, I got you.

Doc, you been drinking?

No.

I mean, yes.

But look, what does that got to do with it?

This is no pink elephant.

I'm telling you, this is a girl...

a woman.

Oh, it's a woman, excuse me.

In black lycra.

Hurry up and get her.

Listen, I'm sorry doc,

but I've got my hands full here, okay?

I tell you what you do.

You... you keep her there, and I'll send a car over there

as soon as I clean up here.

[Sighing]

What do we got here?

Ugh, goddamn.

This guy's caught some serious flack.

Maybe a bobcat?

Bobcat?

Yeah, bobcat.

Hasn't been a bobcat in these parts since I was a kid.

I think they're extinct.

Well, maybe they're making a comeback.

[Glass clinking]

Hey!

[Sighs]

How can you do it?

What?

How can you rape your mother?

Excuse me?

You're tearing her apart.

Oh, gimme a break.

Look, we're just blasting a little bedrock

and laying a little blacktop

so people can get from here to there, that's all.

And what for? There's nothing out here.

Build it and they will come.

Oh, right, I get it.

You're one of those too-clever-to-give-a-shit guys.

I know your kind.

Well, you can go ahead and laugh through the apocalypse.

First a road, then a gas station,

motel or two...

What, a couple of fast food franchises...

Civilization?

[Scoffs]

Drunk.

[Mysterious music]

*

Fish and game department.

We've gone fishin', so leave a message.

[Beeps] Morning, gene...

Or it will be when you hear this.

This is Dr. raven from downstate.

I'm sending you a wound sample in the mail.

Happy Birthday.

Actually, I was hoping you could I.D. It for me.

My eyes must be going.

Have fun, let me know, and thanks.

Bye.

This is exactly what we have been trying to avoid.

It's not entirely our fault.

You never said they could hatch that quickly.

None of the others did.

Perhaps it's an aberration of some kind.

But what is it?

I can't say.

But what do I tell the men that are searching for it?

They'll know it when they see it.

[Camera beeps off]

[Chuckling] Oh, man.

What's the matter? She hit you upside the head?

No, I just, uh, I fell asleep.

Fell asleep?

Yeah. Oh, my head.

Probably had yourself a nice little dream too, didn't you?

Major corporations are killing our earth.

[Metal clanging]

You're allowed to have an attorney present.

Actually, several of our members are attorneys,

myself included.

So is she here?

No.

She's not here. She's not?

She's not here.

[Sighs]

Is this everybody?

Yes.

Doc, I don't want to hear no more about this

until you're ready to press charges.

I'm gonna deal with this my own way.

Why don't you go home and sleep it off.

I could give a chicken's lips for your excuses.

Just find it... Tonight.

I told you,

you'll recognize it when you see it.

[Sighs]

[Rock music] * sometimes I wish I was

woo woo!

* sometimes I wish I was

[laughing, whooping, music playing]

[Light music]

*

Pull up a rock.

It's happy hour.

[Chuckles]

I wanted to thank you for what you did...

Or didn't do.

Oh, you know, you can call me doc.

Everyone else does.

Why is that?

Something else I didn't do.

I wanted to give you this.

What is it?

It represents the earth and friendship.

Looks like a knot.

It is a knot.

I don't even really know your name.

Thrush.

Thrush?

What kind of name is that?

Well, it used to be Ann, but it's thrush now.

Oh, okay, thrush.

[Chuckling]

Right.

This used to be the dinosaur highway.

This was a migration route 60 million years ago.

It's good to see this.

It's good to remember how small we are.

I thought that's what mirrors are for.

Can't you just try and picture it?

I mean, look at these mountains.

You're ripping 'em apart, and for what?

I mean, you're taking something, and you're making nothing.

Hey, wait a minute, I'm not taking nothing

and doing anything with it.

I'm just the night man.

I just maintain the machines

and try to protect them from people like you.

That's all.

I take no responsibility for any of this...

yeah, right, you're just following orders!

That's right.

Whoo-hoo!

[Rock music playing]

Can I get behind the wheel?

Oh, you want to take it? Take it now?

[Screaming] Whoa!

Oh, my God!

I got it!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, go on in there.

I got it!

Watch out... shit.

Right here!

Shit.

I'd like to see the slo-mo on that one.

Hey man, I'm gonna go take a piss.

I'll be right back.

- Be careful. - All right.

Fuck.

Shit.

Finally!

[Laughter, kissing]

You animal.

[Ominous music]

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[belching]

[Shouts]

[Splatting]

[Screaming, slurping chomps]

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

Help me!

[Dinosaur roars]

Well, secretary, the way I see it,

the F.D.A. Doesn't need to test the meat at all.

There's nothing new in either a turnip or a cow,

and either can be marketed and sold without being tested.

So why should a few cows

with a little tiny piece of DNA material from a turnip

be any different.

Uh-huh.

Right.

Mm... well... mm hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Have them fax their questions to me.

Thank you.

Well?

I think you should see this.

The body of this man was found by his poultry truck.

He was apparently attacked by some kind of animal.

The local doctor sent some tissue, saliva,

and blood samples to the state to check

for any animal diseases... Rabies, in particular.

The tests were all clean.

So what's your point?

But something else showed up in the test.

This is a genetic marker for a neutral sequence.

The marker showed up in the saliva of the animal.

This particular marker is registered to Eunice.

It's supposed to be in chickens.

Now, couldn't the animal have absorbed the marker

by eating the chickens?

Well, either that, or the animal that attacked him

was a chicken.

Right.

Attack of the killer poultry.

Have some chicken.

It's good for you.

The only chick I want is the one that did this to my face.

[Small roar]

[Ominous music tones]

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[gasps]

Let me drive you back.

No, thanks.

I'd rather walk.

Look, I'm going that way anyway.

If you don't come, I swear to God,

I'm gonna drive around aimlessly for hours.

You'll be wasting oil and be polluting the atmosphere,

killing small animals along the road,

ripping up flora.

Blackmail?

I'm not proud.

I know.

No, thanks.

[Engine turns over]

[Gurgling cough]

[Coughs]

What is that?

Stay in the car for a second.

[Moaning]

What are you waiting for?

He needs help!

Now!

[Sputtering coughs]

Stay here.

Me esta comiendo, me esta comiendo.

What's he saying?

I can't tell.

I think he's speaking Spanish.

Me esta comiendo, me esta comiendo!

He says it's eating him.

What?

I guess he means the pain.

Take it easy, man.

Take it easy.

You ever have someone die on you?

I mean, on you?

On your fucking lap?

No.

[Laughs]

You ever want to feel real small sometime, try it.

So...

I guess when I saw that kid lying out there, you know...

It's kind of...

I understand.

You know, life does that to you.

You run away, and it comes right back at you.

I'm sorry.

I just couldn't save him.

Get the dart gun ready, 'cause if we see it,

you're gonna have to shoot it.

I'm gonna shoot it, but I'm not gonna use a dart gun.

What are you...

You heard the orders: Dart gun.

Yeah, well fuck the orders.

Shit! There it is!

[Tires screeching] [Gunshot]

[Dramatic music]

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[whooshing screech] [Glass breaking, screaming]

[Gunshot]

[Screaming]

[Screeching and slurping]

[Grunting]

Is that not the juiciest, sweetest,

freshest-tasting blueberry pie you've ever tasted?

Mmm.

[Laughing] Now, what if I were to tell you

that this blueberry pie could sit in a box on a shelf,

not in the refrigerator, mind you, but on a shelf,

for up to 18 months

without losing one blueberry's worth

of flavor or freshness, huh?

Mmm, go ahead.

It's all done with a little scientific magic.

You see, each little blueberry is coated with a thin layer

of goat embryonic fluid.

[Gagging, spitting]

Get the senator some water!

How about some milk? Would you like some milk?

Give me some soy stuff.

Here, just put that on... sir, I've got the results

on the chicken question.

Just one second.

I'll be right back, senator.

Keep eating!

There is no way the animal could have absorbed the marker

by eating a chicken.

I almost got the senator

to back down on these new regulations.

The last thing we need is a biotech panic about chickens.

Listen, nobody, but nobody hears about this

until after the senator's committee makes

its recommendations, all right? You know... look.

Better yet, until after the house clears it.

And then we're gonna clear up this mess!

Mess? What mess?

Oh, uh, uh, nothing, senator.

I was just telling Kroghe here to, uh, clean up this pie.

Now, listen, why don't you and I go down to the bar

and let the executive branch buy you a drink?

I have to see her now.

I'm afraid that's out of the question.

If I don't see her right this minute,

there's gonna be trouble.

I'm going over her head.

I talk to her now, or I pull the plug

out of the whole thing, just like that!

Dr. Tiptree will see you now.

[Coughing]

Jess?

I'm so terribly, terribly sorry.

Where are you?

It's all right.

Be angry.

Allow yourself to feel the anger.

It'll be better.

[Sobbing]

She was my only child.

I know.

She was a lovely child.

[Sobbing] They wouldn't even let me see her.

That's because they didn't want to upset you.

We wanted to be sure first.

To be sure?

I wanted to help you.

That's why I had her brought here.

She's going to be all right.

Here?

She's alive, and she's here?

Yes, my friend.

Can I see her?

Of course you can.

[Beeping]

[Dramatic music]

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[coughing]

Jane!

[Dramatic music]

*

Jane!

Jane!

Jane!

Janie!

Delete y-z.

Covertigrate.

B-v and c-w.

[High pitched zapping]

I really am sorry about your daughter.

Our children are all that matters.

What are we anyway except a set of instructions

for the reproductions of the species?

Nothing I could say or do would bring your daughter back.

But you can contribute to the next generation.

[Zapping]

[Dinosaur roars]

[Roaring]

[Yelling]

Delete co-x.

[Screaming]

[Laser sizzles] [Screaming]

[Chomping]

[Grunting]

You're not half stupid for a man, you know that?

You're funny...

And you're a good kisser.

[Sighing] It's too bad you don't give a shit.

I give a shit.

About me.

Mm.

Given half a chance, I could give a shit about you too.

That's too small of a party for me.

But you care about the earth.

I care about you.

Everybody's happy, huh?

It doesn't work that way, not for me.

How does it work?

Does it really work at all?

And what's that supposed to mean?

What are you running away from, huh?

You're just another one of these poor little rich girls

playing at revolution.

I'm not running away from anything.

You don't know anything about me!

I'm not the person I was.

I've changed.

Yeah.

People don't change.

They just unfold.

[Door slams]

Oh, what the hell is going on?

Goddamn it.

You know, I love you people.

Really, you earth's first planet people...

All right, get the hell down, right now!

What are you gonna do, Tarzan?

Kill us?

We're not moving, you understand?

You go call the cops, call the news.

You honestly think anyone cares

about this godforsaken shit hole?

We care.

[Gun cocks]

All right, fuck it.

You know, if you're here

tomorrow morning when I get back,

I'm gonna cut you out with blow torches.

Oh, and can I get anyone a tofu burger,

a vegetarian sprout, wheatgrass sandwich?

Maybe some herbal tea?

No?

All right, hey, thanks for a lovely evening, really.

It was grand.

Oh, uh, by the way, you know, be on the lookout for bobcats.

You know, they're a... they're an endangered species,

but the few that are left are usually pretty hungry.

So knock yourself out.

Hey, this is getting cold.

I need my gravy!

Hold your giblets, slim.

Hey, Downey!

Hey, doc!

[Coughing]

[Bell rings] Side gravy.

Hey, how's your cholesterol?

Oh, it's good.

[Coughing]

- Hey, doc! - Hm?

I heard that kid you found

was all carved up like a Christmas Turkey.

Christmas Turkey's right.

I heard it was some sort of psycho cannibal job.

Mm, you've been watching too many

of them Italian zombie flicks.

Must have been some kind of animal, huh doc?

You know, a bobcat ate a fellow when I was a little kid.

It wasn't a local, though.

It was a hobo.

Friar, that is two ton load of chicken shit.

Hey, doc, you ever heard of a bobcat ate anybody's eyes?

No, predators don't usually go for eyeballs.

Eyes are more appealing to birds,

like seagulls or crows or vultures.

Hey, gimme a... gimme a chicken salad, would you?

It's coming right up.

So you see, this was no bobcat, friar.

I mean, it sucked his eyes right out of his head.

Excuse me, would you all mind not talking so loud?

You're upsetting my wife.

She's pregnant, you know.

Oh, sure, gotta be careful.

I heard of a woman by fisher, up at county line,

she was pregnant, eight months pregnant.

It was hunting season.

And her husband just couldn't stop talking

about the big buck he bagged.

Yeah, he kept going over and over and over it,

all the gory details.

What happened?

She had a baby boy, a beautiful baby boy,

cute as a button, healthy as all get out,

except had these two little bony growths

coming out of his head, kind of like deformed antlers.

[Laughing]

Bye, folks!

[Laughter]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Ominous music]

[Growling softly]

[Growling]

Greetings, green brother.

[Whooshing screech]

[Splatting] [Screaming]

Esau!

[Grunting, chomping, screaming]

[Screaming]

Esau, no!

[Slurping chomps, moaning]

Esau!

[Slurping, chomping, growling]

No!

No!

No!

Get away from me! Get away from me!

[Screaming]

[Chomping]

[Screaming]

[Growling, chomping]

[Screaming]

Downey, um, could you maybe, uh,

throw a little salad in a bag for me?

Since when did you start eating rabbit food?

Maybe he's not.

Maybe he's keeping a rabbit.

[Roaring]

[Gunshot]

[Roaring]

Ugh, goddamn it!

[Coughing]

Don't you understand, the thing that killed them

is the same thing that killed the others?

All right.

Okay, doc.

Look.

Till I get this thing settled,

I'm gonna have to take you in.

I'm sorry.

Can I take a leak?

Yeah, you can take a leak.

- You want to guard me? - No, I don't want to guard you.

Go ahead.

Doc?

It's nothing personal.

[Sighs]

Now, these people weren't killed by a shotgun.

It's the exact same in all these cases,

same as the truck driver, same as the kids.

In each successive killing,

the victim was pinned to the ground and torn open.

While they were still alive?

Quite possibly.

Each case, the wounds have stayed essentially the same.

The same area is generally torn,

same parts eaten, same mode of attack.

This suggests it's the same animal.

But in each successive killing, the wounds have been deeper.

The truck driver was killed with a small claw,

maybe three inches.

The kids seem to have been torn by a larger one,

maybe six or seven inches.

But these bodies...

They look like they've been torn by a scythe.

What do you think?

Either there's more than one,

or else it's growin'...

Growin' real fast.

[Roars]

[Ominous music]

[Roars]

*

[shattering, screaming]

[Dramatic music]

*

[gun cocking]

[Shattering]

[Roaring] [Gunshot]

[Engine cuts]

[Gasps]

[Groaning]

Unit one, come in.

Unit one, have you found it?

What's your status?

Unit one, report.

Unit one just reported.

He's got it.

Wonderful.

Send him down.

It looks dead.

If you've killed it...

no, we, uh, we hit it with just the dose you said.

All right.

Bring it in.

Surprise.

Hey!

Keep your hands away from the board.

You don't look like a killer.

No?

Well, according to the sheriff,

I've already got a half dozen murders on my head,

so what's one more?

Fine.

Huh.

So what are you gonna do?

About what?

The fever.

Huh?

What do you know about it?

Everything.

I designed it.

Ha! [Gasps, laughs]

Hi, honey.

How are you doing?

Good.

Oh, finally got the last of the bodies down.

I ain't seen nothing like this since Beirut.

How's that hippie girl doing?

Oh, Dr. raven says she's doing fine.

Just a little shocked.

She's also got a temperature, and so's everybody else.

I mean, his clinic is full.

So he's treating her at doc's trailer.

Must be something bad going around.

I have a touch of it myself, and the girls.

Seems like we have a fever.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, honey, I figured you had enough to worry about.

Now listen... listen to me.

Now, you go in that bedroom,

and you rest with the girls, you hear me?

I'm gonna bring in your breakfast right now.

Mmm, you taste good.

[Laughs]

Get in there.

Gimme this!

Whoa!

[Chuckles]

* oh, bang the drum slowly, play the fife lowly *

* a young cowboy's life is now at an end *

[humming]

[Egg cracks]

[Ominous music]

Ew.

[Tiny screeches]

What in creation are you?

[Chickens clucking wildly]

[Ominous music]

*

[chickens clucking wildly]

*

[screeches]

[Slurping, chomping]

What the fuck are you doing here?

You really want to know?

Yeah.

I think there are two kinds of people.

Those who want to look death straight in the eye,

know it when it comes for them,

and those who want to die blissfully

in the sleep of ignorance.

Which one are you?

Excuse me, Dr. Tiptree?

Yes, Susan, what is it?

I really don't feel very well.

I thought I might go home, if that's all right with you?

Certainly, my dear.

Come down here first.

I want to check you.

What the hell is it?

Hmm. Looks like some kind of lizard.

[Screeching]

That's what I thought.

But... but it came out of a damn chicken egg,

and it's grown threefold since this morning.

[Screeching]

Hold it down, Randy, gently.

[Screeching]

[Groaning]

[Coughing]

Now, now, there, there, Millie.

You'll be all right.

Susan, keep this under your tongue for just a second.

That's it.

Right on time.

What is it?

Oh, it's just a little over 100.

How are you feeling now, Susan?

Um, a little worse, I'm afraid.

We'll take care of that.

I'm gonna have you take just a little lie down.

I just feel so... so cold.

Yes. It was just a little chill.

Come on.

We'll cover you good and warm you up in just a second.

There you go.

I wish I could have spared you this, Susan.

Spared me what?

Right now, your body is an evolutionary battlefield.

What's wrong with her?

Just be patient, and you'll see.

Please help me.

[Moans]

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to help you understand.

With understanding comes acceptance.

Right now, the genetic text of your very being

is being rewritten.

Your soul, the flame that heats your body,

that drives your fever, is the same fire of creation...

[screaming, moaning]

Keep breathing.

Just breathe.

She's in labor.

Listen to me.

Relax, relax, relax, breathe.

Breathe, breathe...

Push.

Breathe, breathe...

Push.

Breathe, breathe...

- Push. - [Screams]

[Tearing]

[Squishing]

Jesus Christ.

So how do you like your eggs?

Scrambled or sunny-side up?

Please, be careful.

You have no idea.

Oh, I think I'm beginning to have a few ideas.

Maybe you want to take a minute to try and explain it to me.

Young man, I doubt if you could possibly understand.

Don't!

Where did these come from?

I made them.

You made them?

What, did you lay 'em yourself?

Recombinant DNA, poultry retroviruses,

ostrich RNA samples...

Genetic... genetic engineering forms?

Why didn't I see any of this?

Why didn't I get any of this?

It never came across my desk.

I'm gonna have your ass for this, Vogel.

I assure you, we knew nothing.

What the hell did you think she was doing?

Chickens, chickens... She was working on chickens.

Jane Tiptree, the fairy godmother of military biotech,

the woman that can think 50 unthinkable thoughts

before breakfast, building a better chicken?

All she asked was that we be quiet.

She wanted no publicity there. Yeah, sure.

She knew if we saw her name on any

of the research dockets, we'd be all over her.

I don't know what you gentlemen are talking about,

but someone called in a code blue.

I'd like to know why.

Less than 72 hours ago, a truck driver was attacked

and killed by a wild animal not too far from here.

The blood of the truck driver contained

a molecular configuration, a trademark,

a trademark registered to Eunice.

We believe it's some kind of virus.

Our job is to determine what it is

and with the power vested in us

by the federal emergency management authority,

execute any and all necessary steps.

- All right, all right... - It hurts!

It hurts! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Just hang in there, Downey, you're gonna be okay.

Just hang on.

We're uh... you probably just got a hold of one of them bad eggs,

that's all, don't worry about it now.

I'm gonna take you to the county hospital.

We're gonna take good care of you, all right?

- [Crying] - Oh sh... hey, look, here we go.

The calvary's here already.

You don't have to wait one more minute.

[Sobbing]

Okay, hang in there.

Man, am I glad to see you guys.

I've got a very, very sick woman here.

She's in the back.

This area's under federal quarantine...

Sir!

Oh!

We've got a live one!

Easy!

We have to get her out.

Get her out of there!

Okay, be very careful with her.

She... she ain't feeling too well.

Hang in there, Downey!

Hey, is she gonna be all right?

Well okay, I'm gonna head back into town then,

and you have Downey give me a call when she's feeling better.

I'll get Annie to fill in for her when she's feeling...

move.

[Dramatic music]

*

The earth was not made for us.

She was made for the dinosaurs.

The earth was scaled to their dimensions...

[gunfire]

Human beings are ants crawling thorough their living rooms.

So you're gonna give the earth back to the dinosaurs?

Well, you might say that.

That's... that's really fabulous.

Make a great theme park.

Just out of curiosity, why?

Why?

Oh...

Oh...

[Sighing] Why?

Well, just imagine:

An ugly, cancerous, gray planet, littered with the dying remnants

of biological life as we know it.

I actively worked on that in industry and in government.

Mm-mm.

The earth isn't ours to destroy.

[Door creaks open]

[Radio static]

Is anybody out there?

[Radio static]

Get it out of me.

Get it out.

Is anybody out there?

Oh, God, it's killing me!

Damn it, this is sheriff Fowler.

Is anybody out there? Over!

Turn that damn thing off.

Get it out of me!

Get it out!

Oh, God!

What is it?

[Moaning]

No idea.

It's killing me!

Ah! [Ripping]

Get it out!

[Sobbing, screaming]

[Ripping]

[Splatters]

[Screeching]

Change from within...

Genetic engineering as a substitute for pesticides.

Tiptree's dissertation.

Eliminate the female,

and the male is incapable of continuing the species.

It's so brilliant.

What came first, the chicken or the egg?

[Whispering] The egg.

[Normal voice] The cosmic egg.

I don't want to end the world.

Just one unruly species.

The only one that thinks, the only one that loves,

the only one that creates?

[Whispering] Mankind.

[Normal voice] When was a man every really good?

[Whispering] All of the potential for greatness in man

is in the DNA.

And just a pinch of it goes very far in the mix.

In the mix.

[Normal voice] That's right, I did it.

Oh...

For God's sake.

For God's sake.

My God's an acronym: G.O.D., generator of diversity,

that ever-elusive inner drive for evolution.

Oh, the human being is the worst.

Human species is a disaster.

We've got to be stopped.

And you appointed yourself for the job?

Well, as my mentor, Dr. Moreau, said,

"in the study of nature,

one must become as remorseless as nature herself."

[Dog barks]

[Growling]

[Dog whimpering]

[Roars]

"And so..."

Good night, room, good night, moon,

"good night, noises everywhere."

[Screeching]

Just imagine, for a minute,

a hundred million years from now,

a green, fertile planet with peaceful beings.

The possibilities of a creative spirit,

an intuitive genius of the human mind,

weighted to the power and the durability

of the greatest creatures that were ever to walk,

swim, or fly across the face of the planet.

The magnificence of that harbor for intelligence.

Come on!

Come on out!

I know you're in here.

I know you're in here.

I know you're here!

Come on out!

I'm waiting for you right here.

Come on!

Got nothing to lose!

Here I am.

Here I am.

It's just me and you now.

We'll go down together.

Come on.

[Twittering]

[Wings flapping]

Show your face, goddamn it!

[Growling]

[Roaring]

[Whooshing screech] [Gunfire]

[Howling]

[Moaning]

[Gun cocking]

[Growling roar]

I just wanted some peace and quiet.

[Ominous music]

[Screeches]

Ah!

[Gunshot]

Let's talk worst case scenarios.

It spreads rapidly.

It's unstoppable.

Figure at this rate, in ten days we could lose

34 percent of the female population.

Barring the discovery of a serum.,

we could lose half the species in six months.

So that's it, then?

Not necessarily.

Eunice has been working on artificial wombs for years.

Artificial wombs?

We have the technology.

It would take some time,

but we could breed a new generation of females.

It might call for some drastic social engineering.

With firm leadership, prudent organization,

and aggressive fertilization programs,

I think the species could survive.

I mean, who knows?

A strong, federal scientific fertilization plan

might even build a new, stronger breed.

You made this virus.

Is there a raw viral serum?

What difference does it make?

It's too late.

Oh, don't fuck with me.

Look, if I have to kill you

and every one of these damn eggs, I will.

Now, you know as well as I do, if there's a raw viral serum,

there's a chance of an anti-virus.

It doesn't make any difference.

It's too late.

Where is it?

It's too late.

[Gunshot]

Well, then, all you've got to lose is your babies.

'Cause if I don't get the serum, I'm gonna start making omelets.

[Glass smashes]

[Dramatic music]

*

[zapping]

[Dinosaur roars]

[Roars]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Delete conical projection.

[Dinosaur roars]

[Dramatic music]

*

[heavy breathing]

[Dinosaur roars]

[Metal scraping]

[Roaring]

[Panting]

[Tearing]

[Roaring]

[Roaring]

[Panting]

[Thudding]

Oh, shit.

Oh, oh!

[Tearing]

Oh!

Oh!

[Thudding]

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

[Screaming]

[Screeching]

[Growling]

[Roaring]

You were dreaming.

Yeah.

I was dreaming.

I dreamt that the sun was alive,

and the planets were all her eggs,

and that the earth was cracking open.

How are you feeling?

Oh, not so good.

Yeah.

I'm just glad you're alive.

[Growling, stomping]

[Phone ringing]

[Roaring]

Uh, breaker, breaker, is anyone out there?

Can anyone hear me?

Hello, breaker?

Breaker 19, RedWing, do you read me?

This is blackbird.

I read you blackbird.

Where are you?

Uh, some kind of roadblock off 41.

Looks like soldiers.

I'm being pulled over.

Better get off at 190 and come around.

I read you, blackbird.

I'm gonna swing around at the crossroads.

Jesus, holy... what the fuck!

Bluebird, you ain't gonna believe this.

There's a... there's a holy fucking dinosaur, t-Rex!

Blackbird, do you read me?

Blackbird!

[Radio static]

Blackbird!

RedWing, come back!

Blackbird, RedWing, come back!

[Radio static]

[Radio clatters]

Dinosaur highway.

What?

You remember when you were telling me

about the land around here, that it was a dinosaur highway?

Like a migration route?

Yeah.

Yeah, well I think maybe it remembers,

genetic memory or instinct.

'Cause I think it's heading this way.

[Dramatic music]

*

The guys in the Pentagon are gonna love this stuff.

Are you sure about this?

The F.D.A. Wouldn't approve, you know.

I mean, as far as I know, this stuff could kill you.

Yeah, well, from what you've told me,

I should be dead already, or soon.

So everything else is just about gravy.

All right.

Well, here we go.

[Dramatic music]

*

[gunshots]

[Camera snaps]

[Dramatic music]

*

[dinosaur roaring]

[Stomping]

Here. Okay, get in there.

I don't know how to drive this.

What you do, this is the throttle, okay?

You just pull it back, and you just keep going.

[Roaring]

I'll find you.

[Dramatic music]

*

[roaring]

[Dramatic music]

[Roaring]

[Roaring]

All right, you bastard.

[Growls]

[Engine revving]

[Roaring]

[Clanking]

Ah!

[Metal clatters]

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

[Metal clattering]

[Roaring]

[Panicky breathing

[growling]

[Roaring]

[Dramatic music]

[Roaring]

Doc!

[Roars]

[Metal slams]

[Roaring]

[Pounding]

[Roaring]

Thrush?

[Dramatic music]

*

[stomping]

[Roaring]

[Metal clanging]

[Grunts]

[Roaring]

[Screeching and roaring]

[Splatting]

I hate wild life.

[Grunts]

[Thudding]

[Chuckles]

[Moaning roaring]

Busted.

[Laughing]

Yes!

[Laughing]

Hold on, okay?

This is U.S. mobile infantry unit 67.

Anyone copy?

It's the fucking cavalry.

Hello!

Breaker! Breaker!

We're here!

We're all right. We're alive!

We need a doctor.

We're in the quarry, okay?

Oh, God.

[Dramatic music]

*

[gunshots]

[Flash pops]

[Glass explodes]

[Dramatic music, fire crackling]

*