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]EMMA: Come on. Honestly,

I'm just sick of listening
to your lies.

(SIGHING)

Will you just listen
to what I'm sayin'?

I heard
what you said, Quint.

But Donna told me
everything you're sayin'

and everythin'
you're gonna say.

(WINGS FLAPPING)

Damn.
What?

Something touched my hand.

(BATS CHITTERING)

What're you doing, Quint?

Just hold on a second.

(BATS CALLING)

EMMA: Quint.

(GASPS)

What the...

(BATS CHITTERING)

Quint.

You haven't been listenin'
to a word I been sayin',
now have you?

(SIGHS)

You know that crazy girl
means nothin' to me.

Yeah, well...

You just have to have
a little more faith in me,
is all.

I guess I do.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(BOTH GASPING)

(BAT SCREECHING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(QUINT SCREAMS)

(BELL CLANGING)

(BATS SCREECHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

SHEILA: It's tight,
but I'm getting through.

JIMMY ON RADIO:
Better you than me.

(GRUNTING)
Hey, I heard that.

(LAUGHING)

So, um, how's
the ammonia levels, Doc?

.098.

(GRUNTS)

Pay dirt, partner.

Looks like a medium roost.

Antrozous Pallidus,
I think.

I'm gonna try to get in.

JIMMY:
Now, if it gets too tight,

you need to turn around
and come back

'cause you do not
wanna rely on me

getting' your ass
back up here.

Whatever happened to sendin'
a camera in there anyway?

Hey, come on, Jimmy,
you know I prefer
the hands-on approach, right?

(SCOFFS)

(WHIRRING)

Would you do me a favor?
What's that?

Remind me to lay off
the cheesecake.

Honey, you're talkin'
to a brother.

You know I don't mind
a little extra weight,

especially if it's
in the right place.

About five meters.

Mostly mothers and young.

(BATS CHATTERING)

All right, you might
lose me in a minute.

Damn, Sheila, you know
I hate when that happens.

That's all right, though.
I got 911 programmed in
on the cell.

Hey, Jimmy,

if you hate bats
and caves so much,

what the hell are you
doin' with me anyway?

For one,
I ain't gonna lie,
you kind of cute.

And two, I like 'em,
but, like, at a distance,

a real distance,
like on Wild Kingdom.

And that's why
you're down there
and I'm up here.

(BATS SCREECHING)
What the hell?

Jimmy.
There's some kind of...

Jimmy! Jimmy!

What the hell is this?

All the dust! Ah!

Who are you?

Why are you landing
that thing here?

I'm Dr. Tobe Hodge.

The CDC in Atlanta.

Center for disease control?

Hey, I never
touched that girl.

Dr. Casper,
we need your help.
Immediately.

There's a plane waiting
to fly us to Texas.

Wait a second.
Hold on a minute.

Look, you're the best
in your field,

so we came
directly to you.

That's Dr. Alexander McCabe.

He'll be accompanying us.

I don't mean to pry,
but what in the hell
is this all about?

There's a
biological emergency.

What kind of
biological emergency?

Bats, Dr. Casper.

Bats.

Sheriff Kimsey?

Dr. Hodge?

Yeah.

Appreciate
you all comin'.

(PANTING)

Uh, we have some gear.

Yeah, I can see that.

You must pack a lot of
clout there, Doctor.

Well, the CDC
considers this assignment
to be of singular importance.

Good.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Well, hell.
Let's get to it then.

So, ma'am,
you're a doctor, now,
of what exactly?

Wildlife Zoology,
specialty in Chiroptera.

Uh-huh.

Bats, Sheriff.
I work with bats.

Bats. Uh-huh.

So, does that make you
a Batologist?

No.

It makes me
a wildlife zoologist

with a specialty
in Chiroptera.

Uh-huh.

(BELL TOLLING)

SWANBECK:
To be honest with you folks,

never seen anything
like this before.

We'll take over
the forensic work now, Doctor.
If that's all right with you?

Hell, yes. Take over.

I never did care too much
for the sight of blood myself.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(SIGHING)
It's a damn shame.

KIMSEY: There's some
folks around town think

some kids
might've done this.

Some satanic cult ritual thing
or some other such nonsense.

(CLEARING THROAT) Uh...

I'm starting
with the male cadaver.

Incision just below
the temporomandibular joint
at the neck

extends in depth all the way
to the hypoglossus muscle.

I'm sure
that jugular incision

was the initial
point of contact.

They went for
the lethal attack.

Hey, Jimmy,
I'd imagine nobody'd mind

if you wanted to
step outside and keep
old Doc Swanbeck company.

Yeah.
That's a good idea, Sheriff.

You guys just...
You just keep doin'
what you're doin'.

The external
anterior jugulars
have been severed down

to the common carotid
on the right side
of the median.

(SIGHING)
Sheila, I'm gonna need
your confirmation now.

By just looking
at the neck wounds,
this one here by the ear,

I'd say we have
a bite diameter
of four centimeters

and a circumference of,
say, 13 centimeters.

The Pteropodidae family.

This is impossible.
These bats only feed
on fruit and nectar.

This can't be.

KIMSEY:
Excuse me, ma'am?

This must be
some kind of sick hoax.

Well, unfortunately,
we're fairly certain
that this is not a hoax.

Wait a second.
Are you sayin'
some kind of bat did this?

I'm afraid so, Sheriff.

Well, then,
there is something very
wrong here, gentlemen,

because this sort of thing
is not supposed to happen.

What's going on here?

What is it
you aren't telling me?

Though the total number
of attacks may be higher,

we've only been able
to confirm these five
for certain.

Yesterday was
the first human encounter
that we know of.

I'd say it was
a hell of a lot more than
just an encounter, Doctor.

HODGE: All the
attacks were similar

and occurred here
in western Texas.

All in the past six days.

Impossible.

Dr. Casper?

Bats do not kill people!
Period!

There must be
some other explanation.

One that has absolutely
nothing to do with bats

and therefore,
nothing to do with me.

Ms. Casper.

You're right, of course.

But the bats
that we're talking about,
they're very, uh,

special.

Special?

In what way?

Exactly what are we
talkin' about here, Doctor?

Well, the two bats
that escaped from my lab
were brought from Indonesia.

They're test subjects.

The Pteropus Poliocephalus
in question...

Hold on a minute!

These are flying foxes
we're talking about?

Oh, no.

Yes.

But those are among
the most endangered species
in the world.

Not to mention the ugliest
and largest bats
you ever wanna meet.

Let me get this straight.

Are you tellin' me

that you're responsible
for the death of those two
kids, Doctor? Is that it?

Look, Dr. McCabe
sought our assistance
at the CDC

as soon as
the bats escaped.

Now we're here to stop
these things before they can
kill or contaminate others.

Contaminate?

What were you guys
experimenting with?

Well, let's just say
it was, uh,

virus-based.

I really can't discuss it,
uh, any further. I'm sorry.

So, um, we're here to help
you find your infected
guinea pigs, is that it?

And destroy them, if need be.

Oh, you can count on that.

Look,
I'll help you find them

but I'm not gonna
destroy them.

And I'm not gonna
let any of you
destroy them either.

Oh, don't worry.
It won't go that far.

I assure you.

SHEILA: Bats can be
anywhere in a 100-mile radius.

That's their range.

Of course they could
also be in a barn,

or underneath a bridge
or in a sewer.

Well, that's just dandy,
but I figure we gotta
get started somewhere.

So if you had to pick
one place to look,
where might that be?

Here.

The attack happened here
between the town
and the national park.

This would be the most
likely corridor between
the bat's roost and its food.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

This is Kimsey.

Where?

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

This is definitely
not gonna look good
in the mornin' paper.

SHEILA: These killings
weren't done by a single
bat or even two.

Our bats must be infecting
other bats with the virus.

BRANSON: Emmett!

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Amanda. This is
Dr. Sheila Casper.

Dr. Casper,
this is Mayor Branson.

Emmett, tell me
what in heaven's name
is goin' on here, would you?

Well, as far as
we can tell,

we think this was done
by some sort of bats.

Bats.

Yes, ma'am,
that seems to be the case.
Now I know it sounds crazy...

(CLEARING THROAT)
The bats we're referring
to are diseased.

They're infected
with some sort of virus.

And we don't know
much more yet
but we hope to, soon.

BRANSON: What am I
supposed to tell the
families? The town?

That we got a bunch of
rabid bats on the loose?

Whatever you say, Amanda,
you need to say it now,
all right?

Warn folks. Tell 'em
to stay inside at night
till this all blows over.

Deputy Munn's gonna start
puttin' some calls out.

All right, Wesley?
That's right.

What we need
to avoid right now
is any sort of panic.

Ma'am.

Right.

(RADIO CHATTERING)

Oh, yeah, you can save that
panickin' stuff for later.

(SIREN WAILING)

So, you mean TV, radio...

Yeah, flyers.
Whatever you gotta do,
Wesley,

just do it, you know.
Get the word out.

Right. I'm on it.

Oh, and cancel that God damn
football game tonight.
They were gonna lose anyway.

Yes, sir.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Dr. Hodge, anything?

Yeah, good news.

Preliminary blood tests
from the two
teenagers suggests

that any abnormalities
infecting the bats

is completely host-specific

and can't be transferred
in active form to humans.

So, you're sayin' that
the bats can only infect
other bats.

The virus was designed
specifically not to be
transmittable

beyond the bats' own
zoological order.

Tell me, Dr. McCabe,
what exactly did you
do to them?

I'm sorry, but again,
I'm not allowed to say.

Now, that's bullshit!

Those things are killin'
people in my town,

and as far as I can tell,
you're directly responsible
for that!

We need to know
what we're dealing
with here, Doctor.

I'm kind of curious myself,
now that you mention it.

All right.
I'll tell you, then.

You let me know how I do.

You've somehow increased
their natural intelligence.

Yes, and their ability to
work together communally.

Well, that's not so bad.

We could all use
a little dose of that.

Then you made
them aggressive.

Now, that's bad.

Finally, you made
them carnivores.

No, Dr. Casper,
I made them omnivorous.

Put my bats
anywhere in the world

and they will feed.

But why would you do that?

Because I'm a scientist.

That's what we do.

We make everything
a little better.

Bigger livestock,
better crop yields.

Millions of years
of evolution.

What arrogance to think
that you could do better.

Apparently,
I have, Dr. Casper.

Apparently, I have.

You son of a bitch.

Well, I don't know
about the rest of you,

but I don't like
anythin' movin' higher up
the food chain than me.

Period.

SHEILA: Okay, look,
our chief concern
at the moment

must be insuring that this

disease is
not allowed to spread to
the bat population at large.

'Cause if their
feeding habits are disrupted,

well, you may as well
just say "so long"

to that nice little
balance-of-nature thing
we had going.

Take a look at this.

This is a bat migration
schematic I've created.

It traces migration,
feeding patterns.

I've entered
the usual information

climate, food sources,
bat roost.

Those dots,

those are our bats.

Now, once
the temperature changes

and they start freezin'
their little bat asses,
they'll migrate.

Followin' their food
to more temperate climates.

By February, this colony

would have reached
Mexico City,

San Antonio, and New Orleans,
just in time for Mardi Gras.

And if our bats
infect other bats

and those
newly infected bats

follow their usual
patterns of migration...

Show 'em, Jimmy.

JIMMY:
That, my friends,
is six months from now.

And it ain't
gonna be pretty.

'Course my ass will be
long gone by then.

If we don't stop them soon,

what happened to
those kids is gonna happen
all over the country.

So, what do we do now?

The only way
to stop the spread
of the contamination

is to locate the roost

(SIGHING)

And to annihilate
every last infected bat.

So, you reckon
these things'll
hold 'em, huh?

Yeah.
They're called mist nets.

Feels like fishnet
stocking to me.

(CHUCKLES)
They're a little tougher
than they look, Sheriff.

Hey, Wesley,
Jimmy, come in.

Yes, sir.

KIMSEY: How y'all
doin' over there?

Jimmy and I
are gettin' along
like gangbusters, sir.

We just hung a bunch of
those damn net things.

Yeah,
they're called mist nets.

Whatever, sir.
They feel like
fishnet stockings.

How 'bout that?

KIMSEY: So, y'all
keep your eyes open.

Let me know
if you see anything.

Yes, sir. You'll be
the first to know.
Trust me.

Yes,
give me that information.

Uh-huh. Right.

Yeah, local
law enforcement
is adequate,

but they're on
a need-to-know basis.
Same as the team.

He's here.
He's with me now.

Fine.
They're in the field.

She's very competent.
I was very impressed
with her.

(WATER SPLASHING)

KIMSEY: Blood on the moon.

Excuse me?

My mama used to say
when the moon was red,
like it is tonight,

that there was blood
on the moon,

meant somebody
is gonna get killed.

Sheriff, if you're tryin'
to put me at ease,

it's not working.

Sorry about that.

It's okay.

If you don't mind
me askin',
what's that for?

This?

It's an ancient Chinese
symbol for the bat.

Chinese consider
bats good luck.

Harbingers of good fortune.

Say, hey,
what got you into bats
in the first place?

Well, when I was a little girl
growin' up back in Ohio,

we, uh, had a barn.

Had some bats in it.

Scared the hell out of me.
Used to give me these
horrific nightmares.

Well, anyway,
one night my dad
finally dragged me out back

and caught
one of the bats.

He explained to me
all the good things bats do.

Like pollinating
rain forests,

and eating insects,
and what have you.

And then he made me hold it.

And I gotta tell you,

it was the gentlest thing
I'd every seen.

Guess I've just been
bat-crazy ever since.

The thought of killing one
goes against everything
I've come to believe.

Well, I tell you what.
You catch one of
those things tonight,

I'll pet its belly
for you.

Hell, I might even
take it out to dinner
and a movie.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(BEEPS ACCELERATING)

Oh, God,
there's too many.

What do you mean?
Come on, let's go!

(BATS SCREECHING)

KIMSEY: Come on! Come on!

(EXCLAIMS)

Hold that tight.
Cover the vents!

Any possible entrance!
Hurry up!

HODGE: Well,
that's all being
taken care of, sir.

But a-as we speak...

KIMSEY ON RADIO:
Wesley, Jimmy, come in!

We're gonna need
some help down here.

(BATS SCREECHING)

SHEILA ON RADIO:
Son of a bitch!

They're trying
to get in!

Jimmy here.
What's goin' on?

Jimmy, these things.
They're not like any bats
I've ever seen!

They're trying
to get into the truck.

Where'd I put
my damn keys?

JIMMY:
We're on our way.

(SIREN WAILING)

SHEILA: God!

(SHEILA PANTING)

KIMSEY: I can't
find my damn keys!

(BATS SCREECHING)

Oh, shit! They're trying
to get into the engine!

Whatever you do, Sheila,
just try and stay calm.

I ain't calm
and I'm tellin' her
to stay calm.

Son of a bitch!

Come on! Come on!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Sheila, they're getting...
They're getting' in!

(GRUNTING)

No! Get it off!

Come on!

No!

Shit! Shit!

(SHEILA SCREAMING)

Sheila? Do you hear me?
Come in!

(RADIO STATIC)

Sheila, you hear me?
Come in!

Sheila!

KIMSEY:
Clear it, Sheila! Clear it!

(SOBBING)

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Oh, shit.

Use your gun or somethin'.
Come on, now. Shoot at 'em!

I'll hit Sheriff
and Sheila.

Well, just shoot over 'em!
I mean, try to scare 'em off.

Then again we could
just hightail it
out of here, now.

(WESLEY GASPS)

Oh, God!

All right, hold still.
Let me take a look
at you, here.

All right, hold on a sec.
JIMMY: Sheila!

You okay?
Are you all right?
Yeah.

WESLEY: I ain't never
seen anything like that.

Not ever.

(BAT SQUEAKING)
Hey. Sheila?

Yeah?

Looks like they left
a little somethin' behind.

Oh, God, Sheriff,
don't move. Don't move!

All right.
Be careful now.

Okay, one, two, three!

(SCREECHING)

That's why I leave
that kind of stuff
up to her.

See?
What'd I tell you? Ugly!

All right, now,
this might sting a little.

(GROANS)

JIMMY: Sheila,
I been doin' some thinkin'.

And what I figured out
is this.

This is fouled up!

And I'm thinkin' about
headin' to Antarctica
right about now!

Now, I checked into this.
There's not one bat up there

'cause they hate the cold.

Hey, Wes?
WESLEY: Yeah.

Get ahold
of the mayor.

Make sure everyone
is inside and their houses
are secure, all right?

All right.

Go on now, get on it.

Oh, right.

All right,
that should do for now.

Thanks.

(BATS CHITTERING)

Holy shit.

SHEILA: McCabe's bats.

(GROWLING)

(HISSING)

(SQUEAKING)

Sheriff,
do you have your gun?

In my hand.

This might be
a good time to use it.

Now, you only have
to clip their wings.

Huh? Clip their wings?

Would you shoot
their damn heads off?
And don't Miss.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(GUN FIRING)

Damn!

Hey, are you
all right?

Yeah, we're great.

KIMSEY: Nice timing.

Thank God
you got one of them.

McCABE: I need to
study it immediately.

We've got other plans
for this one, Doctor.

Catch your own.

All right.
Now, when I open the cage,

I want you to reach in
and grab him by the neck
and wings.

Are you crazy?

Try to be gentle,
but firm.

Think I can handle that.

I'm sure you can, Emmett.

Okay, you ready?

On three, gentlemen.
One, two, three!

(SCREECHING)

God damn,
this sucker's strong!

SHEILA: Okay, easy.

Sheriff, would you take
his other wing, please?

Please? Thank you.

Oh, no, Jimmy,
thank you.

So, are you sure
he's not gonna
tear that bug out?

No, it's injected
under the skin
where he can't reach it.

Won't hurt him, though.

Oh, well,
that's a relief.

(BEEPING)
We're in business, Sheila.

I'm telling you
this isn't going to work.

I know what these things
are capable of.

You getting
a clear fix, Jimmy?

Crystal clear, baby.

Great.

Should be able to pinpoint
the roost's entrance
to within a few feet.

I tell you somethin'.
I lied. I ain't gonna
pet this thing's belly.

SHEILA: Don't
let us down, sweetie.

How's it trackin', Jimmy?

Perfectly.

Long as it keeps
movin' away from me.

(BEEPING)

(BATS SHRIEKING)

(GASPS)

SHEILA: No.

Houston, we got a problem.

(BATS SCREECHING)

We can capture
another bat.
Can't we?

Just try again.

That could take days.

What in hell
we gonna do now?

Evacuate the town
immediately.

Order a comprehensive
evacuation for 100 miles
here to Mexico.

(SIGHING) And Hodge,
we're gonna need more help.

A lot more help.

You can study it now,
if you like.

HODGE ON RADIO:
Sheila, I've just
ordered reinforcements

and they're gonna
arrive in the morning.

Effective immediately.

The CDC is evacuating
the town of Gallup, Texas.

SHEILA ON RADIO:
Good work, Hodge.

Evacuation? Yeah, I think
that's a good idea, Doc.

'Cause based on this
new localized program,

well, looks like
all this time

them damn things
have been makin' their way
directly towards town.

But we might still
have some time.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(IF LOVE IS A RED DRESS
PLAYING ON RADIO)

* Your eyes are dark

(WIND HOWLING)

* Once we were hungry

* Now we are full

* These chains that bind us

* Can't beat these chains

* If love is shelter

(BAT GROWLING)

* Walk in the rain

(WHISTLING)

(THUDDING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

* You were my angel

* Now, you are real

Hey, Manny!
You got any ketchup?

* So like a stranger

* Colder than steel

(BATS CHITTERING)

(MANNY SCREAMING)

* You know what you bring

(SCREAMING)

* Well, hang me in rags

(BATS CHITTERING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

What is goin' on here?

What are all these people
doing out?

I thought they were warned.

As far as I knew, they were.

Sheriff, thank God.

Amanda, what the hell are
all these people doin' out?

We've warned 'em
six ways to Sunday!

Nobody wants
to believe it.

Everybody in Texas thinks
they know everythin'
about everythin'.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

(BATS CALLING)

They're coming.

Their echolocation calls,
it's their sonar.
I can hear it.

(SCREECHING)

SHEILA: They're coming!

Uh, shit!

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Oh, my God.

People, move off the streets!

Everybody!
SHEILA: Get inside!

Get inside!

Please,
get inside
right now!

KIMSEY: Come on now!
Hurry up, everybody! Come on!

Take cover! Take cover!
Please! Everybody, get inside!

Let's go. Go!

(SCREAMS)

Oh, God!

SHEILA:
You gotta get inside!
Get into the theatre!

Get inside!
JIMMY: Move! Move!

Get him inside!
Close the doors!

Hey, you all right?

Get out of here.
Get out of here.

Okay.

(BATS SCREECHING)

Amanda, come on!
Get inside!

Hell with that!

(GROANING)

Oh, God.

Oh, man.

(PEOPLE IN TEXAS LIKE TO DANCE
PLAYING ON RADIO)

All right, all right,
everybody, back.

Let's just
take it easy. Okay?

(BAT SCREECHES)

Oh, God, this isn't good.

Take it easy. Back.

(WESLEY SCREAMING)

No!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MAN: God!

(BATS SCREECHING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Help!

MAN: Help!
Somebody take it off!
Take it off!

(ONE LESS FOOL
PLAYING ON RADIO)

Get in the back.
Go! Now!

(SCREAMING)

Get down! Get down!

(WOMAN)
Please, pull this off!
Get it off me! Please!

Hurry!

(SHRIEKS)

(GRUNTING)

(BAT CHITTERING)

(GASPS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(MAN)
Get down! Get down!

* Don't let the doorknob
hit you

* Where the good Lord
split you

* I won't be good enough

* To dance no more

(SCREAMS)

Come on! Come on!
Come on! Get inside!

Get in there!
Get in there!
Stay calm.

(SCREAMS)

You have to get back.
Get inside.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Hey, Mister!
Mister, hold on!

Mister, there's
people down here!

Hey! Oh, shit!

(BAT GROWLING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Sheila! Get inside now!

Sheila!

(BAT SHRIEKING)

Sheila!

No!

(SCREAMING)

Damn it!

HODGE: Sheila!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

No!

Stop it.

Sheila, you all right?

(SOBBING)

Sheila, Jimmy,
y'all all right?

He saved me.

He saved...
He saved my life.

(BATS CHITTERING)
My God.

(GUN COCKING)

WOMAN: I can't believe it.

MAN: It's all right, honey.

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING)

SOLDIER #1:
Anything you see,
radio it in immediately.

Wes?

Ah, damn it, Wesley.

SOLDIER #2: Suit up!

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Excuse me, ma'am.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

KIMSEY: Yes, sir.

All right.
We'll see what we can do.

They're evacuatin'
everybody now.

Airstrip's closed down.
They got roadblocks
outside of town.

Mexicans are tryin'
to clear everybody out
down to Jaco and Rosita.

Jeez, Emmett.
What're we gonna do now?

I'm still workin'
on that, Amanda.

MAN: Come on.

An old Texas custom.

This evacuation
covers the entire town,
doesn't it?

Yeah. No one's goin'
in or out now.

JIMMY: So tell me something.

What in the hell
are we still doin' here?

Well, Jimmy, we asked 'em
to let us stay.

Say what?

To aid in locating
and destroying the bats.

You gotta be
pullin' my leg,

'cause this shit
is not funny.

They're only
giving us 48 hours.

Wait.

Why am I the only one
who doesn't know
about this?

48 hours before
they launch a full-on
military air strike

armed with
hellfire missiles.

They're gonna bomb every cave,
cavern, dugout and foxhole in
a 100-mile radius of Gallup.

What?
Are they crazy?

They'll kill every living
thing in Gallup county
and not a single bat.

That's right, and we cannot
let them do that.

Now, I begged them
for this chance and...

Well, they agreed
but we're basically
on our own.

I tell you, I'm not gonna
let 'em blow my town

off the face of the earth
without a fight.
People got their homes here.

Hell, they got
their whole lives here.

It's my job to make sure
they got somethin'
to come back to.

The reality is
we're sure to be quarantined
for the next month,

whether we stay or not.

What? He's stayin', too?

I created them.

This will give me time
to review my work

and figure out
what went wrong.

Jimmy, we could really
use your help.

But I would understand
if you don't wanna
hang around.

Well, let me tell you
one thing.

If another one of your bats
looks at me,

if his head starts movin'
like this,

or his eyes start goin'
like this, like he might
even look at me,

I'm comin' for you.

Does that mean
you're gonna stay?

Yeah, I'll stay.

Somethin' called
a Chroma B340.

It's the newest thing
in spy satellites.

When the satellite
passes over Texas,

they're gonna center
their infrared cameras

on a 50-mile radius
just south of Gallup.
Give us a direct feed.

Now, when the bats emerge
from their roost,

it's gonna be your turn,
Sheila.

See, the military, they,
uh, wanna be as hands-off
about this as possible.

So you're gonna have
to make the ID.

You figure
you can do that?

I can try.

KIMSEY: This is our school.

It's not as primitive
as you might think
for a one-horse town.

But I figure
we can fortify it
as good as any.

SHEILA: Let's hope so.

All right, Jimmy,
you can set up in here.
It's the science room.

All the computers are rigged
with high-speed modems.

See if you can't hook us up
to Langley.

We should secure the building
before it gets dark.

I heard that.

(LUCIA DI LAMMERMOOR
PLAYING ON RECORD PLAYER)

What is that?

That is Montserrat singin'
Donizetti's Lucia.

It's one of the real
touchstones of the whole
Bel Canto repertoire.

Oh, you're an opera fan,
Sheriff. I'm impressed.

Don't tell anybody
about my hidden vice.

Around here, folks would run
my ass out of town on a rail
if they knew.

Don't worry.
Your secret's safe with me.

You are
a sick individual.

(LAUGHING)

Get out!

There. We are now as secure
as the god damn Alamo.

Bad example there, Jimmy.

Oh, right.

You know, maybe we should
hang up a few cloves of garlic
around here or somethin'.

What do you think?

I got hooked up
to the base.

Once the satellite
passes over

they'll start sendin' us
a stream of photos.

That'll work.

And once we find 'em,
then what?

Well, let's assume
they're all living
in the same roost.

Given their communal behavior,
I'd say that's likely.

Poison?

Not an option. The most
popular poison for bats
is Chlorophacinone.

Largely ineffective
against them and
highly lethal for humans.

Believe me, I've checked
into this a long time ago.

Maybe if we try and trap 'em?

Well, whatever we do,
we're gonna have to make sure
we get all of 'em.

Why don't we just bomb
the sons of bitches?

No, no, no.

An explosion would
definitely scatter them

and given
the potential complexity
of the roost system,

it might not even kill
all that many.

This is like
some kind of a nightmare.

I mean,
I'll never sleep again.

Wait a minute.

That's it.

What?

We'll put them to sleep.

When the temperature
drops below 40 degrees,
bats begin to hibernate.

But at 32,

they'll freeze to death.

(SCOFFS) Right,
but how do we do it?

Yeah, especially in the
middle of a heat wave.

All we need are
cooling units powerful enough
to freeze the roost.

Well, all right.

Jimmy, get on the horn
to Langley.

See what they can
come up with.

I'll check it out.

Hey, Sheila?

Seems to me, you're thinkin'
about walking into that roost

with a whole lot of
those damn things hangin'
right over your head.

Uh, no, you see,
bats are nocturnal.

We go in there
during the day and...

Yeah, but those are
normal bats
you're talkin' about.

I mean, these...
I know.

We don't have
any other choice.

Yeah. Yeah,
I got it.

All right, boys and girls,
we are all set.

They have something called
the NGIC Industrial,

a cooler that emits
a combination of Freon,
CO2 and pure oxygen

at superhuman velocity.

This babe could cover Cairo
in icicles in three days.

Good enough.

JIMMY: Now,
once we've located the roost,

they said they'll do
an airlift and drop-off
at the entrance.

But that's as far
as they will go.

They don't even wanna
know about us.

Right now, they're preparing
for a bombing raid.

All right, we're gonna need
some special gear to go in.

What?

We're goin' into the roost?

Mmm-hmm.

All of us?

Don't worry, Jimmy.

You're gonna have
to stay up top and monitor
our progress, right?

Yeah.

Right. Maybe next time.

(SIGHING)

(RADIO CHATTERING)

PILOT ON RADIO:
304. We are at drop zone.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
304, commence drop.

(GRUNTS)

Sheriff,
lift with your legs!

Yeah, well,
if I had legs like that,
I might use 'em more often.

(GRUNTS)

JIMMY: I ordered the
best body armor they had.
You're gonna need it.

This is all Kevlar,
steel-reinforced.

(PANTING)
You don't say.

The breathing gear
is used mostly to protect us
from the ammonia fumes.

In the roost occupied
by millions of bats,

the ammonia from the guano
can reach lethal levels.

Guano?

Bat shit.
Oh, yeah. Right.

Wonder how that one slipped
out of my mental thesaurus.

Sheriff, trust me,
you don't wanna die chokin'
on no bat shit fumes.

(PRINTING)

That's it. Last page.

(RADIO CHATTERING)

JIMMY: This looks like them.

Hey, Sheila, y'all need
to take a look at this.

Yeah. That's them, all right.

SHEILA: Those are our bats.

Oh, no,
this can't be right.

All right, this here
is a mountainous area

just northeast
of the national park.

No, no, we ruled
that area out already.

There are no caves there.
Nothing. There's no way.

Well, that's because
they're not in a cave
at all.

They're in a mine.

Now, the mine
is right in here.

It was recently shut down.
It's not on any maps,

but I'm tellin' you,
it's huge

and it's called
the Black Rock Mines.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Black rock mines.
Are you certain?

That's affirmative, Major.
No, we're absolutely
certain about that.

Good work.
We'll be there at dawn.

All right.

Sir, they've located
the bats.

We're clear to
move in at 0600 hours.

No, that's no longer
an option.

Who knows
where they'll be then?

We go in
while they're out feeding.

Sir, based on the nature
of these creatures,

I strongly suggest that
we wait for daybreak.

You don't need to tell me
how dangerous they are, Major.

The government has been
working on this project
for over a decade.

McCabe was working
in Weapons Development.

Yes, Major, it was us.

We started it
and now we'll end it.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

MAN: Go, go.

(SOLDIERS CHATTERING)

(SCREAMING)

JIMMY: These are from
an old geological survey.

I figure the bats
have to be here.

No. No they're deeper.

They would never allow
themselves to be
that vulnerable.

Well, since this cavern's
man-made, the trip down
should be pretty easy.

Provided, of course,

there hasn't been
too much internal collapse
in the tunnels.

How about other entrances?

As far as I know,
the entrance
the bats are using

is the only one
this place has ever had.

One entrance.

Nice tunnel down,
should be a piece of cake.

No, it won't.

They'll know you're there.

They'll know
what you're up to.

They'll try and stop you.

What are you
talking about?

They're always aware.

That's how I designed them.

To be perfect
killing machines.

What?
SHEILA: You son of a bitch.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

They found us.

How?
(STAMMERS) How could
they have found...

Because I called them here.

And now, we'll put
an end to all this.

(BEEPS ACCELERATING)

KIMSEY: They're
takin' out the power.

Those bats didn't escape
from your lab,
did they, McCabe?

No. You let them go,
didn't you?

Very perceptive, Sheila.

How could you?
You knew what those things
were capable of!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Do you know how many people
have died, McCabe? Huh?
Do you even care?

They simply need
to be controlled!

If you understood them
the way that I do,
you could control them!

Then do it!
Control them!

You go on!
Stop 'em right now!

(GIGGLING)

Why would I wanna do that?

(GROANING)

Bitch.

They're gettin' in.

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(KIMSEY GRUNTING)

Look out!

Stay away from the windows!
I'm firing up the generator!

They're getting through here!
Come on! Get out of here!

Whoa, I hate this shit!

Come on, work with daddy!
Come on now.

(GRUNTS)

Shit!

JIMMY: It's on now.

Get back!
Get back right now,
Sheila! Get back!

Get away from the window!

(BATS SHRIEKING)

Get out of here!

Yeah! That's right!
I got something
for your asses now!

Come on!

Yeah! Burn,
you flying rats! Burn!

You done messed
with the wrong brother
this time!

Come on! Burn!

Yeah!

(BATS SNARLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREECHING)

Oh, shit! Come on!

Work with me!
Come on, baby!

Work with me! Come on!

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

SHEILA: Let's go!

Now, come on!

(GRUNTS)

(GENERATOR SPUTTERING)

(GRUNTING)

SHEILA: Come on!

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

(PANTING)

(BATS CALLING)

(HISSING)

McCabe, come on
back here now.

SHEILA: Doctor,
just come back inside slowly.

Don't you see?
They want me.

(SNARLING)

McCABE: They've come for me.

Because I can
control them!

I made them that way.

Come to me.

(BATS SCREECHING)

No!

Get off!

(PANTING)

Hey, hey, listen.

They're gone.

Because they got
what they came for.

Oh, my God.
They tried to do it.

They tried to go in
during the night.

Would you look
at this shit?

JIMMY: Damn!

SHEILA: It's down there.
What is?

Refrigeration unit.
It's a big one.

Looks like they wired
this whole damn place
with explosives.

To seal the mine.

That seems to be the plan.

(RADIO CHATTERING)

Come in. Come in.
Major Reid, this is
Sheriff Emmett Kimsey.

I'm here with
Dr. Sheila Casper.
We're at the Black Rock Mines.

Major Reid here.

Sheriff, right now
there's an air campaign
headed your way

with instructions
to bomb and gas that mine

in exactly 62 minutes
and counting.

Now, I suggest you
get out of there. Now.

They can't do that.

If they bomb that mine,
the bats will scatter.

Then no one's gonna be
able to stop them.

Major, I don't know
if you know this,

but your cooling unit
is down there.
It's in the cavern.

Yes, Sheriff,
unfortunately, those men
were unable to turn it on.

That was a failed mission.

What?

We're gonna have to go
down there and turn it on.

Major, if you can
give us a little bit of time,

we can turn this
thing on for you.

No, I will not halt
this air strike!
Do you understand?

Now get the hell out of there
and that is an order.

Major, please, listen to me.
We are right here, right now!

We can turn this thing on!
You just gotta
give us a chance!

Listen, I'm makin' the call.
Now get out!

Shit!

All right, we got
about an hour.

An hour to get down there,
turn on that cooling unit,
and seal the entrances.

MAN ON RADIO: 1-7-0.

Hey, Sheila,
look over there.

Good. Just say the word, baby.
I'm at your command.

If there's any problem,
you know what you
have to do, right?

What are you talkin' about?

You're both gonna be
up here with me by then.

Look, you and I are
the only ones who really know
how bad this can be.

Now, I need to know that
you'll blow that entrance
if you have to.

Trust me, Sheila.
It's not gonna come to that.

But you'll do it?

Yeah.
You can count on me.

KIMSEY: What's that sayin',
"Any day above ground
is a good day"?

JIMMY:
I tell you though,
when this is over,

I'm gonna lay on the beach
for, like, three years.

Some place they've never
heard of a bat.

KIMSEY:
Fire up the blender, Jimmy.
I'll bring the tequila.

SHEILA: Two tunnels.

There's only one
on the map.

Great.

JIMMY: You gotta
make a choice.

To the right.

See those over there?

Those are possum bones.
Possums don't live down here.

I'd say one of our bats
dragged 'em in here
as sort of an in-flight snack.

SHEILA: Very good, Sheriff.

I'll make you
a Chiropterologist yet.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

JIMMY: You all right?

Are you all right?

Yeah.
Fine.

What's with this water?

It's guano.

It's filled with parasites
and insects that feed on it.

Are you kiddin' me?
I am not up to my chest
in bat shit!

I'm afraid you are,
Sheriff.

Whoo! Nasty.

Is this
what you call normal?

I wouldn't call
much of anything I've seen
in the last few days normal.

(SIGHING)

And I truly did not think
it could get any worse.

Wait a minute.

If there's this much guano
in here, then...

Oh, Jesus!

Welcome to ground zero,
Sheriff.

Oh, my God.

I never
would've believed it
if I didn't see it.

SHEILA: God,
there must be
millions of them.

JIMMY:
You folks need to be
real quiet right about now.

It's taken you, like,
15 minutes to descend.

That means you have
30 minutes to fire up
that cooling unit

and get your asses
back up top.

What's the temperature
down there?

52.

It's better
than we hoped.

Just curious,
but anybody have any idea
how to work this thing?

I know
you're not askin' me.

Let's just hope
they remembered
to gas it up, huh?

That will be nice.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
hurry up. Losin' time.

This shouldn't be
too difficult.

(BATS CHITTERING)

SHEILA: Looks like
we're gonna need a key
to complete this job.

Oh, no.

Shit!
Damn it.

I found one.

KIMSEY: Let's hope
it's the right one.

(WINGS FLAPPING)

(GASPING)

(COOLING UNIT BEEPING)

SHEILA: Jimmy,
Jimmy, it's working!
It's workin' like a dream.

Ha! Bravo, as they say
in the opera.

Now, get your asses up here
before the fat lady
starts singin'.

PILOT ON RADIO:
Roger, base. We're arming.

(BATS SCREECHING)

I think we better
keep moving.

(SCREECHING)

SHEILA: Oh, God!

It's gone.
No.

They're just circling
their prey.

Jimmy, if we don't make it,
you know what we discussed,
right?

You gotta blow
that entrance.

Yeah. Sure.

Jimmy, we have
no other choice.

Yes, you do!
You have seven minutes,
Sheila! Come on!

(KIMSEY SCREAMING)

Emmett,
I lost your video!

Get it off me!
Get it off me!

Get out!

(SCREAMING)

(BATS SCREECHING)

Yeah! Yeah!

Shoot it!

Emmett! We gotta
get out of here.

Can you breathe okay now?
Yeah.

How much time, Jimmy?

Four minutes! Come on!

PILOT: Initiating firebombing.

(GUN FIRING)

Sheila, come on!

SHEILA: We're not
gonna make it!

You will! Come on!

KIMSEY: Go, go!

PILOT: Commencing
final approach.

Come on!
Go! Go!

Blow the entrance!

All right, all right, come on!
You can make it!

(BATS SCREECHING)

(BOTH PANTING)

JIMMY: Now!

(ALL COUGHING)

Call 'em off!
Major, call off your boys!

We did it!
We sealed the mine!

Are you sure?

We have to be
absolutely certain.

Am I certain?
Is pig pork?
Yes, I'm certain!

SOLDIER #1:
Here you go, sir.
What's the status?

SOLDIER #2: Major Reid.

All right.

We got satellite confirmation.
Good work.

Now get the hell
out of there.

(DISPATCHER CHATTERING
ON RADIO)

Sheila, are you okay?

Yeah. You?

You all right?
You okay?

I'll live.

You did it! Damn it!

I told you, Sheila!

(GROANING)

Just hold that there.

Okay, the temperature
inside's droppin' fast.

Our bats should be
sound asleep.

And their little bat asses
frozen forever.

Provided there are
no other entrances.

No, that's it.
That's the only way in or out.

KIMSEY: Good job, guys.

Jimmy.

Honey, you stink.

What's he talking about?
I don't smell anything.

I smell
bat doo-doo.

Well,
before you get
all precious,

you know,
you ought to take a look
in a damn mirror.

JIMMY: That ain't
your best look, either.

(KIMSEY LAUGHING)

JIMMY: Come on, doo-doo!
Comin'.

KIMSEY: Oh,
it's about time for a cigar.

(SNARLING)

(SQUISHING)