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This is one story
I may not get to file
in person,

so I'll have to talk fast
because it's after me.

Claustrophobia
has long been a part
of the human experience,

from the Cro-Magnon
all the way up to Freud.

So if you ever happen to
find yourself underground,
and I mean deep underground,

don't linger in the shadows.

April 20, 3:30 p.m.

Dr. James Verhyden,
three Ph.D.'s in geology...

and well-known
seismic expert,

was poking around
in an undeveloped tunnel...

of the underground
Merrymount Archive
mine complex.

Verhyden knew instantly
he had found something
extraordinary.

So did his tool packer,
Howard Kimper.

Howard, hand me the pick.

Power, can you get it up?

Howard Kimper was a good worker.
He did what he was told.

At least that's
what people would say
about him at his funeral.

10:00 a.m., one day after
the death of Howard Kimper,

in the same
underground complex,
only this time Sector "M."

Business as usual,
all except for journeyman
electrician Larry Coogan.

Coogan had complained to
his friends that he didn't like
working so far underground.

He said it felt like
working a tomb.

Today he would learn
how right he was.

Detective in charge of the case
was Lieutenant Irene Lamont.

She was a fast riser,
a one-woman phenomenon
of the Chicago P.D.

Her detractors said
Irene's success was owed...

only to her looks
and her alluring femininity.

Her supporters were usually
too moonstruck to say anything.

Lieutenant Lamont,
why are you holding back
details on this death?

Lieutenant?
Oh, Brian, why so formal?

Well, Irene, it's just
the department's attitude is
hard to understand on this.

You haven't answered the man's
question yet, Lieutenant.

Just what is the police
department's involvement...

with routine industrial
accidents anyway?

Routine investigation, Ed.

Everything's routine
around here, Lieutenant.
You're getting in a rut.

Oh, not me, Carl.
No, speak for yourself.

Hey, listen, fellas.
My desk is piled high
with work in there.

If I don't get to it,
they're gonna boot me
back to Traffic.

Now would you really
want that to happen?

Hate to see you back in uniform,
if that's what you mean, Irene.

Thanks, Ed.

Oh, you-- you schnooks.

Hey, ease up on her, Kolchak.
She's just doing her job.

Yeah, sure, yeah.
So was Adolf Eichmann.

Listen, Kolchak. I'd like
to take the lady out.

You do anything to bring
her down on reporters,

- you'll have to send away
for mail-order teeth.
- You dummy.

- Dum-dums. Dum-dums.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, Lieutenant,
let's talk turkey. Now--

- Carl, I like ya.
I really do.

I mean, I like your style.
I like your savoir faire.

I like your directness,
the way you take over
a situation.

- I even like the way you dress.
- Yeah, yeah, okay, but?

- But we've got nothing
to talk about.
- Okay, Irene.

I like you too.

I like your nose and
your eyes and your earlobes
and all of that. Okay?

So, now because we like
each other so much,

why don't you
elucidate the rumor
that I have heard...

about you not
allowing the relatives
to identify the bodies.

- There you go. You see, that's
how rumors get started.

Now, in fact, we had
identified the bodies from
the I.D. they were carrying.

We didn't
forbid the relatives
from seeing the bodies.

It's just that they were, well,
they were so badly mangled...

that we thought we would,
well, save them all that
misery and anguish.

Yeah.

Why haven't you told us anything
about the way they were killed
or what the accidents were?

Carl, when you're dealing
with the Merrymount Archive
Corporation--

- Yeah?
- Well, there are
very special problems.

I mean, they store
corporate records.

- They even store records
for the federal government.
- Uh-huh.

I mean, now we are
just following ordinary
security precautions.

Oh. Well, what ordinary
security precautions?
What? Whose?

Carl, I really am terribly busy,
and I can't go into it now.

I have an awful lot
of things to do.

Yeah, right, you're gonna
be late for the autopsy report
on the electrician.

- Right?
- Right.

Carl!

Autopsy on
Lawrence Earl Coogan.

Conducted by Lamar Beckwith.
Assisted by Drs. Gordon,
Phillips.

Dr., uh--

Uh, Kolchakovsky.

I am new here.
I just transferred
from Interlaken.

I was... told to come down
and observe your procedures.

- Doctor, why are you
wearing a mask?
- I have a cold.

- Please step back a little.
I'm very susceptible.
- Yes, of course. Certainly.

Length of body, 71 inches
and three-quarters.

Well, it looks like
our dear coroner
wants a little privacy.

Mm. Just like
the first man.

- Deep puncture marks,
like-- like teeth.
- Teeth. Did you say teeth?

Yes, teeth. And not
dog's teeth either.

These teeth marks
are not those of a mammal
but of a reptile.

This man was bitten to death
by a crocodile?

Well, it's Wednesday. I think
I'll go out on the golf course
and hit a bucket of balls.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your assistance.

Merrymount Archive
Incorporated...

- was really two miles
below the welcome mat.
-

Acre upon acre of
underground storage vaults,

packed with computer tapes
bearing corporate records
from three continents.

"Preservation
through perpetuity"
was the company motto.

Uh, excuse me.
Can I help you, sir?

Well, I certainly hope so,
yes. My company's interested
in leasing storage space here.

How soon could I get
an estimate? I've gotta catch
the 5:00 plane for Winnipeg.

Well, we can see to it
that you catch that big bird
with plenty of time to spare.

- Splendid.
- I'm Jack Flaherty.

- I'm the vice president
and general sales manager.
- Uh-huh.

- What did you say
the name of your firm was?

- International
Nickel Syndicate.

- I.N.S. It's Carl Kolchak.
- I don't think I've ever
heard of that firm.

Well, we're a new,
young, growing cartel.
I just got in from Santiago.

Well, precious metals
do command quite a bit
of respect these days.

Yes, yes.
Aren't we going down?

Oh, well, I'll tell you,
Mr. Kolchak. This is
a very bad day for us.

You see, we're opening up
a new sector, and it's quite--

Jack, I said I'm in
a very big rush. I told you
I just got in from Santiago.

I've gotta get up to Winnipeg,
and then I go on from
there to Hangzhou,

and then back
to Albuquerque.

Yes, but I'll tell you,
Mr. Kolchak. I can
give you an estimate.

You see? And then
you could see the facilities
another time.

Well, there is no other time,
unfortunately, you see.

It doesn't matter though.
You gotta break eggs
in order to make an omelet.

Come on, Jack.

- You better brace yourself.

We're descending at the rate
of 200 feet per second,
Mr. Kolchak.

Uh, Carl, Carl. Don't
tell me, tell my stomach,
Mr. Flaherty.

- Oh, you can call me Jack.
- Jack? Jack.

Well, you'll be glad to know
we've reached the 10,000-foot
level. We're decelerating.

- Ten thousand feet.
- Mm.

You know, the services
that we can offer you, Carl,
are quite varied.

- Huh.
- You see, we have the
conventional microdot storage.

- Mm-hmm.
- And the magnetic tape
in our computer banks.

We even have the more advanced
space-saving magnetic disks.

Oh, really. That's terrific.
We can use all of it.
All of it.

- All right. Oh.

You'll find our facilities here
are quakeproof, floodproof...

and could even withstand
nuclear holocausts.

Oh, yeah, you mean
when everything turns
to glass upstairs,

Ma Bell will still be
able to tell us what
our phone bill is, huh?

That's right.

- Well, Mr. Flaherty,
how do you like it, huh?
- Like what, Chapman?

Oh, you haven't answered
your phone messages lately, huh?

Well, when you do,
you'll find there's a call in
from our union liaison man.

Look, me and my men
ain't gonna work down
in this place...

the way things have
been going on, unless
we get extra compensation.

That's fine, Chapman,
but I don't think that this is
the time or the place...

to discuss
union-management relations.

Yeah, that's fine.
Wait till you hear
our package of demands.

- It's this recession. It's
got everybody in a bad mood.
- What recession?

That looks like Kolchak's
yellow submarine.

Come on.

Did a guy come in here
wearing a seersucker suit
with red hair?

There was a Mr. Kolchak.
I believe he was with
a nickel firm in New Mexico.

He's got nothing to do with
nickel. He's the proverbial
bad penny. Now, where is he?

You name it, we store it.
Everything from
the family jewels...

to corporate tax records
to private property deeds.

And it's all handled
in the strictest of confidence.

Yeah, speaking of confidence,
uh, I heard you had
a little trouble down here.

Oh, yes, very unfortunate.

However, I'm not at liberty
to discuss it. You know,
insurance regulations.

Yeah, but I hear
a man was killed.
I mean, mauled badly.

Yes, well, in an operation
of this sort, Carl,

one has to expect one or two
industrial accidents.

Yes, of course, certainly.
Uh, what's down there, hmm?

Oh, j-just some more data.

You see, some of our clients
desire optimum security.

Oh, your client's a tall
fella with a tall white hat
and stars and stripes...

- and a white beard named Sam?
-

- Boy, you are astute, Carl.
- So are you, Jack.

Why don't you come on
over here and I'll show you
our nerve center?

I've been asking for it
till I'm blue in the face.

It's gonna be Utah
all over again.

Did I ever-- Did I ever tell you
what happened to me in Utah?

- Only a few times.
- Well, he just doesn't
underst--

- Oh, this is it.
- Well, speak of the devil,
and he shall appear.

Just when do I get
my locks changed
on my office and storeroom?

Now I put the working order in.
I'm doing everything I can.

Don't you think you're just
being a little oversensitive?

- Paranoid?
- I said oversensitive.

"Paranoid," is that what you're
trying to say? There are no
paranoids in the Soviet Union.

Do you know why? Because
everybody there is being
watched and plotted against.

Only the insane man
feels secure. And it's
the same thing here.

Mysterious occurrences.

Strange people who aren't
what they appear to be.
For example, just who are you?

Dr. Verhyden, please.
This is a potential new client.

And I am Mickey Mantle.

You're in on this.
You're in on this.

And if you're not,
you are a pathetic
judge of character.

Now look, I don't have to
take that from you.

Get the locks changed
or I'll go over your head.

- I'm sorry about that.
- No, no, forget it.

I know someone
almost just like him.
Who is he?

Dr. James Verhyden,
honcho of the government
seismic lab.

This is a good place
for long-range quake readings.
We're in a very stable area.

Yes, but the question is:
Is the doctor himself stable?

Uh, yeah.

Say, who was he talking
about when he said that people
aren't what they appear to be?

Oh, forgive my manners.
Carl Kolchak,
this is Ruth Van Galen.

She's the director
of our data storage.

She's gonna be putting
the whole history
of your company on tape.

No, no, she's not. No, no,
not the whole history, no.

- Let me show you
some of the hardware.
- Yes, yes, of course.

- Oh, the A-52.

- Yes.
- Yes. Oh, Jack,
it's for you.

- Excuse me.
- Mm, certainly.

- Topside.
- Thank you.

Yes. Lieutenant Lamont?

Well, I've been walking
the facility with a new
customer. Put her on.

Yes, Lieutenant,
this is Jack Flaherty.

Well, yes, he is.
As a matter of fact,
he's right here with--

Hi there.
Mind if I sit down?

Well, just how are your
union dealings coming along?

Slow is how
they're coming along.

The only thing that happens
fast around here are accidents.

Bang, bang.
Two of them just like that.

- What do you think
caused those accidents?
- You ain't no buyer.

You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I'm down here undercover.

Well, you're too late.

I had a lot
to tell you police yesterday,
but nobody ever listens to me.

- I'm not a cop.
Do I look like a cop?
- Then who are you? Come on.

My name's Carl Kolchak.
I'm an insurance investigator.

Now, if you can help me,
I, uh, I can make it
worth your while.

How do you know
how much my while is worth?

Very good. Okay?

I make more than that
in 10 minutes.

How about two of 'em?

All right.
Now that first man to die, uh,
Kimper, was that his name?

- Yeah, exactly what happened?
- Nobody really knows.

Except that he worked
for that Dr. Verhyden.

That eight ball.

Yeah, that doctor does seem
to have some problems.

My heart bleeds.
Listen, I got problems too.
They're coming out of my ears.

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- You know what the big tragedy
in his life is?

- No.
- Well, he used to
teach college, right?

He was out in Utah,
and he uncovers
these valuable rocks.

Well, it was a feather
in his cap. As far as I'm
concerned, a rock is a rock.

Anyway, he crates these rocks,
and he's gonna send them east
on a flatcar.

Well, along comes
this other geologist,

erases Verhyden's name
from the crates,

puts his own name
on the crates and has them
shipped back to himself.

He gets all the credit.
That's why Verhyden goes around
crying the blues.

That's-- That's--
Yeah, tell me, where was
Kimper's body found?

- Sector "R," swill hole.
- Swill hole?

Yeah, it's a natural
rock tunnel. Hasn't been used
since salt mining days.

Couple of hot springs
down there have caused
a lot of seepage.

They can't store their
valuable computer tapes
in a steam bath.

The electrician--
Was his name Coogan? Was he
killed in Sector "R" too?

No, his body was found
in Sector "M."

-Uh-huh.
And where's Sector "M"?
-Have they changed the alphabet?

- No.
- Well, then "M" comes
before "R."

Sector "M" is on the way
to Sector "R."

- That's all.
- Sure.

- Now what?

That phony alarm.

They want me and my men to go
around looking for trespassers.

You know something?
I am not in security.

I'm gonna call the union the
first thing tomorrow morning.
You mark my words.

Yeah, excuse me.
How do I get out
to Sections "M" and "R"?

You just follow the signs,
that's all.

But let me tell you
something, buddy.

You're a fool
to go out there without
getting extra hazard pay.

Yeah. Well, thanks a lot.
It's been very pleasant
chatting with you.

Oh, God.

Now let me see.

Sector S-Y.

Sector "L."

Ahh!

- Uh-uh, wait a minute.
- Okay, Carl, come on.
Come on.

There's something out there.

Yeah, well, it's a good
thing you've been getting
some exercise, Carl,

- because there isn't
much room in the slammer.
- Are you listening to me?

I said there's
something out there.

Uh-huh. Well, you're under
arrest, Dr. Kolchakovsky.

- Well-- Under arrest for what?
- Impersonating a doctor.

I could have had you outside
the morgue. And then there's
trespassing in a security area.

I did-- But are you
listening to me? What are
you doing to my camera?

Gimme those pictures.
I got pictures of it.

- This is a classified area.
There are no pictures allowed.
- Will you listen to me, please?

I thought there was something
suspicious about him
right from the first.

So I figured if I went along,
gave him enough rope,
he'd hang himself.

- Oh, you did, did you?
- Yes.

- Will you listen to me, please?
- We are listening, Carl.

All right. Now this is gonna
be very hard to believe.

It's gonna sound silly,
but there is some kind
of a strange...

reptilian lizard monster
out there.

I mean, none of us is safe.

Carl, will you
just come quietly?

No, no, it's in Sector "M."
That's where Coogan--

The lady asked you
to leave quietly. Me?
I don't care how you go.

- Get him out of here!
- No, no, now wait.
Watch the shoulders.

Mr. Flaherty, I am terribly
sorry. You won't be bothered
by Kolchak anymore.

Okay, fellas.

All right, all right,
just watch it. You're
pulling on the handcuffs.

- They're also tight.
- That's the guy.

Just a second.

I'll take charge of this man.
Merely have one of your men
sign a waiver.

- It won't take
any of your time at all.
- Don't touch the goods.

He's in my custody.
I keep him.

No, he trespassed
in a security area.
That's my jurisdiction.

I already had him
on a previous count.
Now let's not argue.

Very well.
It's your responsibility.

Hey, wait.
Who's that hardnose?

- Water department.
Can't you read?
- Water dep--

They're having some problems
with the pipes downstairs. You
know, because of the accident.

Accident?
That accident was caused
by one big lizard.

What does the water department
wanna bust me for?
Leaky faucets?

Carl--

You all know that something's
going on down there.
Why don't you listen to me?

- Carl--
- That big lizard down there
was at least eight--

Carl, have you ever
been maced?

Maced?

No, no, I haven't actually.

Will you-- Will you stop
lifting so high, please?
It hurts the arms.

- Open up the door.
- All right. All right.

I hope you're happy. Bailing you
out of jail has released a quart
of hydrochloric acid in my gut.

Not to mention missing lunch,
which is murder on my digestion.

Yeah, but, Tony,
it was worth it, almost.

- Listen, I got some pictures
in here like you wouldn't--
- Carl, Carl, Carl!

I don't wanna
hear anything more
about that giant newt.

I want you to keep away
from the authorities
at Merrymount.

I'll rip the lid off of
this lizard creature affair.

And I'm gonna find out
who those guys in the water
department really are.

And, you, stop talking
with your mouth full.

Don't tell me
what to do with my mouth.

And what guys
are you talking about
in what water department?

Stay tuned, and you'll hear
the next installment.

Yeah, hello.
Is Arnie Wisemore there?

Arnie Wisemore?
Isn't he in prison?

No, of course not.
He's out on parole.

Hello, Arnie?
Hey, Carl Kolchak here.

Yeah, I got a small job
for you to do.

No, absolutely not.

No, look. I know he's my boss,
but I don't want you
to break his arms.

No, Arnie.
All I want you to do
is deliver a package.

Yeah, well, I can't give you
the details right now,
so I'll call you a little later.

- What did he say about me?
- Arnie? Not a thing.

Carl, look. I don't want you
to get involved with that crumb.
Drop the whole thing right now.

- Just drop the whole thing
right now. Uh-huh.
- Right.

Just what did
Lieutenant Irene Lamont
do to you, hmm?

Did she run her fingers
through your hair
and tousle your curls...

and compliment you
on your aftershave lotion?

- Now don't be ridiculous.
She is a charming woman.
- Uh-huh, yeah.

But this was strictly
an executive decision, based on
the study of the matter.

- Based on the study
of her legs, you mean.
- Look, look, Carl.

The lieutenant and I
have an understanding
like two professionals.

I told her I would agree
to backpedal a while,

to keep you from
hindering her investigation.

And she, in turn, agreed
that if anything major
happened in Merrymount,

she would call the exclusive
directly to me.

- To you.
- To me.

- Not to me.
- No.

- To you.
- Yes.

You sucker.

You better learn the tune "All
Alone on the Telephone," 'cause
she ain't never gonna call.

They've got a lid on this thing,
and I think it comes
from very high up.

If that were true,
if that were the case, she
would have told me about it.

- She would have?
- Yes.

- You really believe that?
- I do.

You know, I think all that
bicarbonate you've been drinking
has put bubbles in your brain.

The issue is not my intake
of bicarbonate. The issue is
how you follow my directives.

Now, I'm trying to establish
a professional working rapport
with this lieutenant.

- Oh, that's what you're--
- And I don't want you
jeopardizing it.

Now you've aggravated
this sweet, young woman,

in spite of all the kindnesses
she's extended to you.

- Kindness?
- Yes.

That sweet, young woman
is about as kind
as an S.S. Sturmbannfuührer.

- Carl, listen to me!
- I'm leaving. I'm going
up to Merrymount!

Vincenzo! Don't yell
like you always do.

It'll rile your bile.

- They make lousy pets.
- Hmm?

Crocodiles. Not only won't
they fetch your slippers
but they'll eat your feet.

You know, not one
of these things stands
upright like a man. Not one.

Well, of course not.
If God had wanted crocodiles
to stand upright,

he'd have given them
alligator shoes.

Aw, come on, Kolchak,
these are the jokes.

I used to do all the emcee
work and the stand-up comedy
in the prison talent show.

Yeah, well, I can see
why they're anxious
to put you out of parole.

I'm not talking just about
crocodiles. I'm talking about
all these reptiles in here.

I mean, there's not one
like what I saw.

It says in here though
that some reptiles,

you know, like
sidewinder snakes, it says
that they're photophobic.

Photophobic.
It means that
they don't like the light.

- Oh, good for them.
- Yeah.

You ready to go?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
You ready?

Yeah, yeah,
this is it here, huh?

- Yep.
- Now you're sure
this is gonna do it?

You're questioning my
professional judgment now?

Arnie, this is Kolchak
you're rapping with,
remember?

Kolchak?
I know your record.

Look, that last problem
with the Mexican border
would have never happened...

if somebody would have
remembered to soundproof
the hearse properly.

And to put on lipstick.
His wig was crooked too.

I mean, if you're gonna run
parrots into the country,

you gotta lay out some cash
for decent soundproofing.

- Parrots.
- I'll never forget
that feeling,

when that third voice
in the back
started squawking,

"Buenos días. Buenos días."

All right, come on.
You just make sure
you get me there, right?

- Don't worry.
- Watch the hat.

You are now
a precision instrument.

Officer, all we found
up in Sector "R"
were large agate specimens.

Howard was fine when I left.
I saw nothing unusual.

Well, let's
just hear it one more time.

You're the last person
to see Kimper alive.

Phew! What stinks in here?

What are you doing
in my office?

Aren't these
the strangest little rocks
you've ever seen?

- Put that down.
- What are they?

It's an alloy
I've been working with.
Now put it down.

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

Now, you're sure this
is not the agate that you
and Howard Kimper found?

No. I'll give you 30 seconds
to leave.

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Did you hear something?

No. Now get out!

Yeah, right, just as soon as
you show me that agate that you
found, I won't bug you anymore.

Where do you get off that I
have to show you anything?

I am through letting people
steal from me.

Once on a dig in Utah,

I slaved months to uncover
some Pleistocene strata--

Yeah, it's all right, Doc.
It's okay. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to touch you.

Tell me, what do you think
you've got in here...

that's so important that
somebody would wanna steal it?

That? It can't be that.

Say, it's funny.
These seem more like eggshells.
Do these look like eggs to you?

No! Now--

That's funny.
What do you know
about reptiles?

Nothing.
They're not in my field.
Put that down!

Yeah, well, they're
not in mine either,
but I know one when I saw one.

And I saw one.
A huge one here. Did you
find these in Sector "R"?

Now, I am tired
of your questions.

I have no desire to
discuss reptiles with you
or anything else.

- And I'll have you
arrested again.
- Yeah, sure, sure.

- One more question, Doc,
if you don't--
-

Will you get outta here?
Get out!

- You want me
to open this, huh?
- Uh-huh.

You know, if all
the film that I've shot that's
been confiscated by the cops...

were laid end to end,
I'd have enough film
to shoot War and Peace.

Including a travelogue
and a cartoon.

Again, what were you
and Verhyden talking about?

Again? Rocks.

Carl, if he had any information
that would shed light on this,
you better start belching it up,

or I guarantee you
a graduate degree
in license plate making...

down at the state farm.

Whatever happened...

to the sweet Irene Lamont
that we all know and love, hmm?

All those poor bums down in
the press department are always
singing that pretty refrain--

cop I've ever seen

You don't know
how bad I can be.

Oh, I got
a pretty good idea, baby.

Lieutenant Lamont, uh,

if you don't mind.

Relax, Mr. Kolchak, relax.
Cigarette?

Uh, no, no, thanks
No, I don't smoke.

- I read the surgeon
general's report.
-

Look, I don't know how long
I can hold off Miss Lamont.

She wants to bust you bad.

Now I don't know why
you won't cooperate.

- Open up with me.
- Open up, huh?

Yeah, well, you see,
it's little things,

uh, like how you've kept a lid
on all this mess, General.

- Colonel.
- Colonel.

You'll make general. Yeah,
you see, you're thinking...

maybe that there's more of
these creatures around, huh?

Maybe they'll get into
your secret silos,

your underground missile
and SAC bases down there.

Maybe they have already, huh?
Well, did you ever think...

that they might be down
there in the subways too
and underground tunnels?

And underground garages?
Did you ever think about that?

I mean, when are you gonna warn
the general public about this?

When we feel
the time is right.

- And who is "we"?
- Hey!

He's gone!
Check the hall.

- No, no, easy, easy.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, look, did Verhyden
keep all his specimens
in his lab?

- Verhyden's dead,
and I'm gettin' outta here!
- No, no, wait.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
No, look, Verhyden found
something the creature's after.

- And I gotta find it
and take it up topside.
- You're on your own!

No, wait. What about
your hazard pay?

Fink.

It's an egg.

So here I am.
In a few minutes,
it'll be here too.

If I don't make it and this
tape is ever found, you'll
at least know what happened.

My only hope is it'll
take this nest and go.

If it won't,
then good luck.

Back! Back!

Back!

I know
what's gonna happen now.

As far as the authorities
are concerned,

the events of April 20 and 21
will never have occurred.

They-- They're gonna tell me
that if I ever breathe
a word of this,

they're gonna break me
like a straw man.

Now what about the sentry?

Will its eggs hatch
in the warm, dark, dank
dampness of its nesting place?

Who knows?
Maybe the government will find
the nest, maybe they won't.

We'll probably never know.
But if you're in a subway...

or a pedestrian tunnel
underneath a ballpark,

and you think you hear something
moving in the walls,

it may not be your imagination.

Take my advice.

Don't walk, run
to the nearest exit.