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(MONITOR BEEPING)

BURT: What the hell?

Barricade?

(SHRIEKER GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

(SHRIEKING)

(THUDS)

HARTUNG:
Drop the weapon.

MAN: Back away
from the bug.

Nice and easy.

You're holding all the cards, friend.

So why is the bull's eye on my chest?

You destroyed valuable
government property.

Government property?

BURT: What the hell are
you doing with a Shrieker?

HARTUNG: I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

How many more of these
do you have out here?

I'm not at liberty
to say, sir.

Do you realize how
dangerous these things are?

Yes, sir. We've seen your video

and read all available
literature on you, of course.

And we sincerely apologize
for what happened.

We should've had a guard
further down that canyon.

But what are you doing
out here, Hartung?

I'm not at liberty
to say, sir.

And the explosions I monitored,

you responsible
for those, too?

I'm not at liberty
to say, sir.

Exactly what are you
at liberty to say?

We can offer you a ride to
the location of your choice.

I'll walk.

Give Mr. Gummer
his weapon.

It's been an honor and a
privilege to meet you, sir.

(COCKING GUN)

You'II, of course, keep
this under your hat.

Under my hat?

I'm going to pull any string
available to an American citizen

to shut you people down.

Mr. Gummer?

Mr. Gummer?

Mr. Gummer!

Are you sure El Blanco still lives here?

Oh, absolutely.

Blows through town
on a regular basis

just to keep us
on our toes.

(CHUCKLES)

You're the only one
who sees him.

None of the Graboid websites have
reported a sighting for weeks.

MAN: Oh.

Hey, El Blanco's
not molting, is he?

BURT: Burt to Tyler.
Come in, over.

That's him.
Burt Gummer.

Come in, Tyler.
Do you read me?

That's not Burt Gummer.
It's a recording.

You read me? Over.

Read you
loud and clear.

You got a minute to chat with
some of my paying customers?

Negative. We have
a Shrieker incursion

in the vicinity
of Snakebite Canyon.

What? That's not
possible. I mean, is it?

It is when the Shriekers
are aided and abetted

by an unnamed entity with
possible government affiliation.

Uh, come again?

I'm calling a town meeting
for 1900 hours at Jodi's.

I'll provide details then.

I'll spread the word.

Space blankets
for everybody, right?

Roger. I'll notify Rosalita
to put away her cattle.

Burt out.

The sanctity of Perfection
Valley is being violated.

Our rights are being trampled
by whoever is inflicting

these Shriekers
on the valley.

That would be me.

Although, I don't
like to think

that my research is
being inflicted on anyone.

I'm Dr. Megan Flint.

I'd like to apologize for not
notifying you about our project.

Your timing is perfect. You've
been monitoring our communications?

No.

I wanted
to return these.

But you really did bring Shriekers
into our valley, like Burt said.

Yes, but...
ROSALITA: Oh, man.

No way. You are
wrong, wrong, wrong.

This valley is protected by
the Department of Interior,

which means,
you gotta go.

Chiquita.

I understand your concerns, believe me.

But I am
operating under...

(WRIST-SEISMOS BUZZING)

(RUMBLING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Okay. He's out of range.

Caught a burro
this afternoon.

Should be fairly mellow for a few days.

(PANTS)

I certainly understand your
sensitivity to dangerous creatures.

But, as I was saying, we're
not some renegade operation.

We're working with full cooperation
of the Department of Interior.

In fact, they're funding my
tests in Snakebite Canyon.

What are we, a bunch of
guinea pigs for those guys?

How many Shriekers
are there?

Only three.

There were four.

Where'd they come from?

Lucky chance.

A Graboid was discovered in the Sahara

just as it was about to metamorphose.

The resulting Shriekers were captured.

We arranged to purchase them for study.

We're going to turn them
into a force for the good.

Come on.
These are Shriekers.

No, please,
just listen.

We're training them to use
their heat-seeking ability

to locate victims
in earthquakes,

mining accidents,
urban disasters.

I know it sounds weird,

but my dream is to revolutionize
rescue and recovery operations.

They don't detect heat if
it's hidden behind objects.

Normally, no,
but these do.

We've trained them
to recognize

even indirect sources
of infrared radiation.

Oh, brave new world.

You do know that even
a handful of Shriekers

could turn into a whole
army just by eating enough.

Of course we do.

Their food intake is closely
monitored to prevent reproduction.

What happens when they
morph into Ass-Blasters?

These can't.

We've arrested their
ability to metamorphose.

We've designed them to be
used safely in any situation.

Put them on silk sheets or in the
fires of hell, they're still killers.

Burt, give it a rest.

DR. FLINT: These animals are
completely under our control.

Each has a microchip implanted
in its cerebral cortex.

A remote unit sends constant signals
to a receiver in their neckbands

that moderates their
aggressive behavior.

Only thing's ever moderated a
Shrieker's behavior was a bullet.

Burt.

Mr. Gummer, I'm trying to save
lives. That's my only priority.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

DR. FLINT: Thanks
for everything.

(SIGHS) Turn off the paranoia
just this once, would you, please?

Paranoia? How about
common sense?

When have I ever been
wrong about Shriekers?

Yin and yang, Burt.
Yin and yang.

It's about exchanging
a negative for a positive.

Murderous Shriekers
for lifesaving Shriekers.

And I think that woman
deserves a chance to try.

(SIGHS)

Well, if I was
a Shrieker,

that Dr. Flint could damn
sure make me sit up and beg.

(MIMICKING DOG WHIMPERING)

No consorting
with the enemy.

I'm just talking.

I'm still on your team, all right?

(MIMICKING DOG WHIMPERING)

(SHRIEKER GROWLING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: No.

MAN 2: Take cover.

(GROWLING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(ROARING)

MAN 3: They're out front!

HARTUNG: The generator
just blew! There's no power.

Move it! Move it!

Lightning hit the BMU.
It's fried!

Look out!

(SCREAMS)

Over there. Dairy's most
vulnerable to spoilage.

Don't neglect the beer.

It tastes funny if the storage
temperature changes too often.

Jodi, I think we're
out of dry ice.

You know, it's not like I didn't beg
you all to install backup generators.

Burt, now is
not the time.

Seems like now is
precisely the time.

I suppose Rosalita
ignored my advice, too.

That's because your
advice got lost in a rant.

All of a sudden you
were railing about FDR

bringing electricity
to the American farms.

And enslaving the farmers
to the big utilities.

Well, look who's here.

Bet you're sorry you don't
have one of those little watches

to warn you when I'm coming,
huh? A little Twitchometer.

(LAUGHS) What the hell is
your department doing to us?

Yeah, Shriekers,
explain that.

Hey, my hands are clean,
guys. That came from upstairs.

And you didn't tell us.
Thanks a lot.

Well, they are
under control, right?

Of course. Not that it's any of
your business in the first place.

We live here. Everything
that happens is our business.

Well, if you're
so interested, Gummer,

why don't you come up there
and check out that site with me?

What's the catch?

(STAMMERING)
Probably nothing.

Which usually means
something. What is it?

(CHUCKLING) Well, uh, I got a call
from those Shrieker folks last night,

and there seems to be a little
problem related to the storm.

And then the radio
went out and...

(TWITCHELL LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

The possibilities for
disaster boggle the mind.

Let's get up there.

For God's sake, Burt, not
everything is DEFCON 5.

Why the hell bring
them to our valley?

Well, the topography, the
climate, the isolation.

Pretty much the same
reasons you like it.

You realize they've been
setting off explosive charges?

You approved that, too?

Well, they need to blow
stuff up to get fresh debris

for the Shriekers to practice
digging in. It's all very scientific.

Good Lord.

(SCREAMING)

Thank God you're here.

All three Shriekers
broke out of their cages.

Shriekers,
on the loose?

(SIGHS) It was
a freak accident.

Lightning hit
our BMU and...

Your what?

Behavior Modification Unit.

The Shriekers immediately reverted
to their natural behavior patterns.

You didn't
have a backup?

Of course we do.

Our tech support specialist
has it in his vehicle,

but he was off getting supplies
last night when the radio went out,

and worse luck, our
walkie-talkie is out of range.

Three watts, most likely.
Mine is six.

Here, see if
it improves your luck.

Otto, this is Dr. Flint.

(WALKIE-TALKIE EMITS STATIC)

Otto, do you read me?

Please, come in, Otto.

What's your part
in this disaster?

I'm Dr. Flint's senior
advisor. Harold Baines.

Any other survivors?

We're hoping that Hartung,
our security chief, escaped.

At least we haven't
found any remains.

Otto, do you read me?

(WHISPERS) Damn.

I can't reach Otto.
We have to find him.

Megan, he would have
answered. I'm afraid he's dead.

So, uh, you think we should be
standing around out here in the open?

I mean, shouldn't we, like,
get the hell out of here?

Absolutely. My vehicle
is just down the arroyo.

Your Shriekers have
already had a lot to eat.

It's worse than that.

They also consumed their
whole month's food supply.

Thirty sheep.

If they ate that much, they're
not only off and running,

they're off
and multiplying.

Their reproductive rate
will be exponential.

All points come in,
we have an emergency.

Red alert.
Repeat, red alert.

Burt, you got Nancy.

ROSALITA:
Rosalita here, Burt.

TYLER: Tyler here, Burt.
What's up?

We have Shriekers
on the loose.

They've killed almost everyone up here.

And they will be
multiplying.

Are these the same Shriekers
that Dr. Flint was talking about,

the tame ones?

Tame no more, Nancy. Tame
no more, and on a rampage.

ROSALITA: That's it. I'm out
of here. I'm going to Bixby.

JODI: Me, too. TYLER:
Whoa, guys. No, you're not.

It rained last night.

That means the road to Bixby
is under five feet of water.

Exactly. The only place you're
going is my place, pronto.

I'll rendezvous there
with you by 1730.

ROSALITA:
In English, Burt.

JODI: 5:30.

Now, get going, and
be careful. Burt out.

BURT: Unprepared for electrical
storms. No backup unit on site.

So, what are your credentials for
doing something as risky as this?

In spite of the circumstances, Dr. Flint
is one of our finest young scientists.

It's all right, Harold. We'll
have to do some damage control,

but this project will succeed
no matter what Mr. Gummer thinks.

Know-nothing
know-it-all.

Where is he?
This is so stupid.

We're waiting outside. We
could have hid in my store.

If I could move out of
here, I'd be gone yesterday.

Take it easy, Rosalita. If
Burt's anything, he's reliable.

Why do you stay
here, Tyler?

You could sell your tour
business and in a second be gone.

Well, you know, as
scary as this place gets,

it keeps my
adrenalin pumping.

(NANCY EXCLAIMS)

Let's go, people.
Inside, on the double.

Shriekers wait
for no one.

Like we don't
know that, Burt.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

BURT: Step lively, people.
The door locks behind you.

Oh, great.
My housewarming present.

Goes nice
with Burt's decor.

Reminds me of the
holding cell in Tijuana.

Spring break '77.

BURT: Better take a
look at this, all of you.

I'm downloading infrared satellite
imagery to locate the Shriekers.

They've moved out
of Snakebite Canyon.

Heading north,
toward Perfection.

There's so many
of them already.

Forty.
Forty?

So far. Man, worse than rabbits.

Curious. They've separated
into three groups.

DR. FLINT: I'll bet each group is
being led by one of my Shriekers.

Very likely. The longer they
live, the smarter they get.

If they keep finding food, in a few
days there'll be hundreds of them,

then hundreds
of Ass-Blasters.

You up for that level
of damage control?

Instead of listing
our problems,

shouldn't we be
coming up with solutions?

I already have.

We happen to be in
a perfect situation.

Uninhabited area,
secure defensive position.

All we have to do is use their natural
heat-seeking abilities against them.

Turn predators into prey.
Pardon me.

What's he up to?

Even after all these
years, I haven't got a clue.

(WHISPERING) We've
gotta do something.

We can't let him
kill our Shriekers.

Megan, those three
animals slaughtered men

who had enough firepower
to win a small war.

And now they've
multiplied?

Gummer may have a point.

TWITCHELL: Oh, boy.
Gummer and gasoline.

Not a good mix.

NANCY: I think
we're gonna be bait.

I'm setting
a fire outside.

Then we simply wait for those
heat-seekers to come running.

What? Then you mow them
down like some video game?

Uh-uh. You can't.

Whatever you do, those first
three Shriekers have to survive.

Yeah, Burt. She is doing
important work here.

So am I.
Trying to save our lives.

She's trying
to save lives, too,

but with you,
it's always overkill.

Shoot first,
and then shoot later.

I am never without
a battle plan.

Really? You blew up your
own house, for God's sake.

I didn't create
this problem, Nancy.

But it seems I am the
only one with a solution.

All right, let's go.

This ought to register on
their heat-seeking organs.

It'll be the hottest thing for miles.

Like moths to a flame.

Big, nasty, ugly moths.

Burt, you sure this is gonna burn
long enough to lure them all here?

I got more. A thousand
gallons, underground tank.

Wouldn't wanna
run out, would you?

Come and get 'em, suckers!

Mission accomplished.

Let's see if those
puppies take the bait.

Is that the fire?

Yeah. As seen
from outer space.

It's too weird.

Some guy's headed this
way running for his life!

Wh... What?

Help!

It's your security
man, Hartung.

Thank God.
I've got the door.

Look out. There's a
Shrieker right behind him.

HARTUNG: Open up!
Open the door.

(SCREAMING)

(SHRIEKER GROWLING)

You know the drill.

I do, indeed.

Please, can you at least not
shoot the three wearing neckbands?

Did you see
what just happened?

Any Shrieker we meet
is going to be toes-up.

Damn right. I am down with
that. Burt, give me a gun.

That one.

Come on. I can hit anything
with a 12-gauge pump.

I believe she could.

It's yours.

I'm sorry.

This has been
years of work.

And I'll never get a
chance like this again.

Harold, what are we gonna do?

It's a meltdown.

At $3 million apiece, those
Shriekers can't be replaced.

Maybe if one of them survives,
they might let us continue.

Otherwise...

Okay, Burt, I'll take them from
the left, you got the right.

Affirmative. Rosalita,
any target of opportunity.

(BEEPING)

They're coming
from the west.

Oh, right, right, right!

Holy freaking hell!
There they are!

Let me see!

(SHRIEKER SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

There's one coming up
the backside of the hill!

Oh, my God, he's tearing
through the fence!

Burt, he's behind you!

Burt, heads up.
Behind you!

(GROANING)

Got him. Thank you.

DR. FLINT:
Did you see any of...

Damn it!

That's the one that came up behind us.

We couldn't very well blow it a kiss.

The longer they live,
the smarter they get.

And any one of these
SOBs that poses a threat,

buys a ticket
to Shrieker hell.

Any one.

TYLER: Two groups left.

Looks like one group spotted
the fire, headed this way.

Coming to meet
their maker.

ROSALITA: Better
not find my cattle.

Jurassic Park
wannabe bastards.

O TTO: Anyone, anyone there,
please answer, any channel.

It's Otto, our tech
support guy. He's alive?

Otto, it's Flint. Where are
you? What happened? Over.

There's Shriekers
all over the damn place.

I've been pinned down for hours.

Couldn't get to my walkie or my van.

What the hell
is going on?

They got loose, killed everybody
except Dr. Baines and me.

Now listen, we need the other
BMU. Do you have it? Is it okay?

Yeah, it's right here.

You've gotta get it to me
as soon as possible.

We're at Burt Gummer's place.
It's marked on your topo map.

But be on your guard. There's
still two packs of them out there.

They'll focus in on
your engine heat. Over.

Negative. My van's electric.
Designed not to put out heat.

I'll be fine. Out.

TWITCHELL: They're, uh...
They're getting closer.

(LAUGHS) I mean, that's
them and this is us, right?

Shouldn't you guys be,
like, loading up or something?

Can you wait
just a little?

Sorry.

Otto is on his way.

He's got the Behavior
Modification Unit.

The Shriekers
are here now.

Can't let them proliferate.

Otto, come in, this is
Flint. Do you read me?

Otto, come in.

I read you, Doctor.

I've gotta save at least one
of my microchipped animals

and I think I know
how to do it.

You have a flare gun
in your equipment, right?

Yeah.

Good.
Then listen closely.

JODl: I hope they don't
shoot them to pieces.

Burt always shoots
them to pieces.

Why does it matter?

Well, I could keep them in formaldehyde

and we'd have ourselves
another tourist attraction.

You shouldn't
be here, Jodi.

You should be off somewhere running
a multi-national corporation.

You wanna run up there and pick
yourself up a couple of fat ones?

JODl: No. I think
I'll send Twitchell.

TWITCHELL: Sorry, ladies,
it's against regulations.

(WHOOPS)
Round two, huh?

I count an even dozen.

DR. BAINES: Megan,
what are you doing?

JODl: Oh, my God!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(COUGHING)

(AMMUNITION POPPING)

TYLER: What the hell? Is
that Twitchell with a gun?

No, that's ammo
cooking off.

TWITCHELL: All right,
as soon as it's safe,

I'm gonna get
us out of here.

Let's see here, uh...

Okay.
Try the other one.

Try the
green one again.

What about that?

Yeah.

NANCY: Okay.

Try... Try that again.

The magazine is reinforced
so the fragments all go up.

TWITCHELL: Gummer!

BOTH: Burt!

We can't get out!

Damn it, Gummer,
we can't open the door.

Closes automatically
in case of fire.

(GRUNTS)

30.06 slug is
jammed in there.

Door's wedged tight.

For God sakes, Megan,
you've crossed the line.

You had no right!

You deliberately
destroyed my ammunition?

You had to be stopped.

I had to be stopped?

You are crazy.
What is wrong with you?

You're certifiable, lady.

No, listen.

The BMU will be
here any minute.

I'll take control
of my last Shrieker,

the others will follow him,
and I'll lead them away.

TWITCHELL: Hello!
JODI AND NANCY: Burt!

Hit the actuator release
switch, right on the door frame.

I am. It doesn't work.

BURT: Well, don't worry.
You're all right.

It's the safest room
in the place.

Yeah. Frigging safe room.

How the hell long
we stuck in here?

If you really want out,
there's an escape tunnel.

It lets out
way down the hill.

'Course there are Shriekers,
so you might wanna wait.

Meanwhile, chill.

How the hell do you
know about that?

I used it once in an
Ass-Blaster invasion.

Damn three-ring circus
all the time around here.

Give it a rest. Let's
just make the best of this.

(CHUCKLING) Oh,
I'll make the best of it.

You damn door!
Open the door!

NANCY: Twitchell!
Open the door!

NANCY: Twitchell!

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

Sorry.

Just not really big
on being trapped.

(SCOFFS)

ROSALITA: You
see anything?

DR. FLINT: Nothing
on the horizon so far.

I'm just saying
it's overkill, you know.

I mean, the guy's
whole life is overkill.

(STAMMERING) I mean, who do you know that
has a steel door that closes automatically

and traps you in
here like a rat?

What are you, some kind
of paragon of normalcy?

(CHUCKLES) Compared to
him? Compared to any of you?

Yeah, I get the
Normal-of-the-Year award. Trust me.

Are you gonna
keep doing that?

Yes, I am going
to keep doing that.

I need something to focus on, to
keep from freaking the hell out.

Just asked.

The last group's coming,
and us, without ammo.

(BEEPING)

I'm telling you,
we're okay.

Yeah, if your friend
ever gets here.

TYLER: And if he doesn't,
your modified Shrieker

will find us
down here, right?

You trained him to find
body heat even underground!

Great.

Burt, you gotta have
more bullets somewhere.

I know you. No way did you
just keep bullets in one place.

Correct.

My backup magazine
is in the safe room.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Otto, come on.

So, you're normal because

you wear a tie when it's
110 degrees outside.

You hate your job,
you hate your boss.

But your biggest fear is
that you'll get fired.

Hey, not all of us have
the option of staying home

and making little plastic
monsters to sell to tourists.

Ceramic figurines.

Whatever.

I chose this life. I chose
not to live by the rules.

You could do the same.

I could.

But I chose
a wife and kid.

And taking care of them is more
important to me than some dream job

or a sailboat
or a house in Big Sur

where I can sit around
and play my guitar all day.

You play guitar?

Yeah, I just... I just bought
this Martin 12-string. It's...

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Yeah,
I play a little.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, okay, so we've gotta
get into the safe room.

The door,
as you might expect,

is designed to withstand
hours of dedicated assault.

Do you have to build
everything like a fort?

Focus, Burt.
You know there's a way.

You've just overlooked
one of your backup plans.

Twitchell, listen up.

You see the actuator that
drives the bolt on your side?

What the hell's
he talking about?

There! That lock thing up there.

Yeah, Burt, we see it!

The mechanism's bound up. Can you
pry the door loose a little bit?

Use a crowbar, anything.

Yeah, all right, all right.

(GRUNTS)

All right.

(GRUNTING)

TWITCHELL:
It won't budge.

'Cause it's a Gummer
kind of door!

(ALL SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

(HORN HONKING)

It's a van.
This must be Otto?

I'm gonna lead them
away from you.

Get ready to run
for your vehicles.

This damn well
better work.

(SHRIEKER GROWLING)

(PANTING)
Is the BMU on?

Fully functional.

Where's a heat wand?
I need a heat wand.

Now get ready to drive. I'll get him to
follow us and the rest will follow him.

Are you sure
we wanna do that?

I gotta get them away from
those people. It'll work. Go.

Okay.

Okay, big guy.

Right this way.

(SCREECHING)

Otto.
What?

His receiver isn't on.

What?

His chip's
not responding.

The storm
must've fried it!

(SCREAMS)

(OTTO SCREAMING)

DR. BAINES: My God.

My God.

We're on our own.

(ALL GASP)

Here comes
the last group.

Okay, the ammo's
behind that door.

We gotta get
to the safe room!

Any luck with
that door in there?

ALL: No!

The actuator's
jammed tight.

They'd need a cutting
torch or explosives or...

Jodi. Jodi, Nancy,
Twitchell, listen up.

Proceed to
the ammo chest.

It's directly
opposite the bathroom.

Get out
a concussion grenade,

a bullet-puller,
a case of 30.06 ammo.

Then look for
a proper container.

Gummer, you don't start
speaking English,

I'm gonna come through
that door and deck you.

Quiet.
I'll explain each step.

We're going
to make a bomb.

(SHRIEKERS SNARLING)

They're sniffing. They're
finding us. They're finding us.

We need more time.

Gotta buy time.

Come on here,
positive energy.

We're in Burt's house. Burt's!

There's no way
we are weaponless.

Yeah, right, Tyler.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

(TYLER GRUNTS)

(SHRIEKER GROANING)

ROSALITA: (PANTING) They're
digging. All of them.

The modified one,
they're learning from him.

As I tell anyone
who will listen,

the longer they live... Yeah, yeah,
yeah. They get smarter. We get it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Wait, wait, wait.

Put handles
on these heaters.

Any Shrieker poking his
beak where it doesn't belong

gets more heat
than he was seeking.

I like that.

TYLER:
Baines, come here.

Keep working in there.

Tape the concussion grenade
to the base of the container.

That's your primer charge.

This is
a safe room, right?

Now, it has to be centered
for better ignition.

Uh, and you would
know that how?

Oh, it was the '60s.
I had radical friends.

Okay.

Twitchell,
come on and help me.

Hold it here. Hold it.

All right, all right.

More? That's good.
That's good. Yeah. Yeah.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

DR. BAINES: Oh, no!

There's another one!

Damn. Shorted
the generator.

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

Backup backup generator.

(SHRIEKER SNARLING)

A little 110 in the face,
they finally get the message.

They're gone!

They're all gone.

About time they wised up.

Trust me, you do not
want them to wise up.

Oh, come on, Burt. At least
they're giving us a break.

Yeah, I'll feel a lot better
when I get my hands on some ammo.

We seem to have driven
them off for the moment.

How you doing in there?

It's in place.
Right where you said.

All right,
now be very careful.

Once you pull the pin,
you have only five seconds

to get into the
escape tunnel.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's just get this over with.

Ready, Nancy?

(ALL SCREAMING)

They came up the
escape tunnel. Bastards.

We gotta get them
out of there, now!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Get ready to run!

Gonna blow
the crap out of it!

Okay!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(EXPLOSION RUMBLING)

TYLER: Oh, my God.

BURT: Wait...

(TWITCHELL COUGHING)

(WINCES)

Tour jeep's right
over there, folks.

I'll be
with you directly.

Man. Never seen it
like this.

(BURT CHUCKLES)

I hate to say it, but those
Shriekers were good for business.

Was a bad idea
from the get-go.

Don't believe
in rescue Shriekers, huh?

Come on, Burt,
I'm kidding. Jeez.

Burt. Burt. I've got something
I want you to look at.

Yeah?

We left your house in such a
mess last night, I was thinking...

"A single man's
rustic retreat"?

I think not.

(SIGHS)

Come on, Burt. I'm
trying to apologize here.

(SIGHS) I said some things at your
place last night. It wasn't fair.

Apology accepted.

But... But seriously, Burt.

It wouldn't take
much at all.

A few white-washed walls, a little
recessed lighting, a nice leather sofa.

It's an opportunity to make your
place so much more attractive.

Attractive to whom?
Other people?

Old friends dropping by,
long-Iost relations showing up.

An endless stream
of overnight guests?

Why don't I just open up
a bed and breakfast?

(ENGINE STARTING)

Socializing.

Community.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, yeah.

Good thing you didn't
mention the throw pillows.

(SIGHS)