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I don't want to hear it. Honestly...

I'm sick of listening to your lies.

Would you just listen to what I'm saying.

I heard what you said, Quint.

But Donna told me everything you say and everything you're gonna say.

- Damn!

-What?

Something touched my hand.

- Where are you going now, Quint? - Hold on.

Quint?

What the--?

Quint...

You haven't been listening to a word I've said, now have you?

You know that crazy girl means nothing to me.

Yeah, well....

You gotta have more faith in me, girl.

I guess I do.

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

Better you than me.

Hey, I heard that.

So, um, ... how's the ammonia levels, doc?

Point zero-nine-eight.

Pay dirt, partner.

Looks like a medium roost.

Antrozous pallidus, I think.

I'm going to try to get in.

Yeah, if it gets too tight, you need to turn around and come back...

...because you do not wanna rely on me getting your ass back up here.

What happened to sending in a camera and a lens?

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

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

Remind me to lay off the cheesecake.

You're talking to a brother. You know I don't mind the extra weight, especially if it's in the right place.

About five meters.

Mostly mothers and young.

You might lose me in a minute.

Sheila, you know I hate when that happens.

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

Hey Jimmy,

if you hate bats and caves so much, what the hell are you doing with me then?

For one, I won't 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. What the heck?!

There's some kind of--

Jimmy?

What the heck is this?

All the dust! Ugh!

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.

Appreciate y'all coming.

We have some gear.

Yeah, I can see that.

You must pack a lot of clout there, doc.

The CDC considers this assignment to be of singular importance.

Good.

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

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

Wildlife zoology with a speciality in Chiroptera.

Uh, huh.

Bats, sheriff. I work with bats.

Bats.

Uh, huh.

So does that make you a bat-ologist?

No. It makes me a wildlife zoologist with a speciality in Chiroptera.

Uh, huh.

To be honest with you folks, I've 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.

It's a damn shame.

Some folks around town think that kids might've done this.

Some satanic cult ritual or some other such nonsense.

Starting with the male cadaver.

The incision just below the temporomandibular joint at the neck...

...extends in depth all the way to the hypoglossus.

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 wanna step outside and keep old Doc Swanbeck company.

Yeah. That's a good idea, sheriff.

You guys just keep doing what you're doing.

The external anterior jugulars have been severed down to...

the carotid on the right side of the median.

Sheila, I'm gonna need your confirmation now.

Looking at the neck wounds...

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.

-Excuse me? -This must be some kind of sick hoax.

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

Wait a second. Are you saying 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 suppose to happen.

What's going on here?

What is it you're not telling me?

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.

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.

Miss Casper.

You're right, of course.

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

...special.

Special...

In what way?

Exactly what are we talking 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. Shit.

-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 telling me you're responsible for the death of those kids, Dr. McCabe?

Dr. McCabe sought our assistance 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...

..virus-based.

I really can't discuss it 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 you can.

Oh, you can count on that.

Well, 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.

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 we gotta get started somewhere.

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

Here.

The attack happened between the town and national park.

It would be the most likely corridor between its roost...

...and its food.

Kimsey.

Where?

This definitely not gonna look good in the morning paper.

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

Our bats must be infecting other bats with the virus.

Emmett ?!

Mayor. This is Dr. Sheila Casper. Dr. Casper. This is Mayor Branson.

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

As far as we can tell, we think this was done by some sort of...

...bats.

Bats.

Yes, ma'am. Now, I know it sounds crazy--

The bats we're referring to are diseased.

They're infected with some sort of virus.

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

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, alright.

Warn folks, tell them to stay inside at night, till this all blows over.

Deputy Munn will start putting calls out. All right, Wesley?

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

Oh yeah, you can save that panicking stuff for later.

You mean the TV, radio--

Yeah, whatever you gotta do, Wesley, just do it. Now put the word out.

And cancel that god-damn football game tonight.

They're gonna lose anyway.

Dr. Hodge, anything?

Yeah. Good news.

Preliminary blood tests from the two teenagers suggest that...

any abnormalities infecting the bats is completely host-specific...

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

So you're saying, 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 I'm... I'm not allowed to say.

Now that's bullshit!

Those things are killing 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 kinda curious myself, now that you mention it.

All right, I'll tell you then.

You let me know how I do.

Some how, you've increased their natural intelligence.

Yes. And their ability to work together communally.

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 you could do better!

Apparently I have, Dr. Casper.

Apparently I have.

You son of a bitch.

I don't know about you...

but I don't like anything moving higher up the food chain than me. Period.

Okay, look.

Our chief concern at the moment...

must be, ensuring that this disease...

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

If their feeding habits are disrupted...

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 migrations, feeding patterns....

I've entered the usual information: climate, food sources, bat roost.

Those dots?

Those are our bats.

Once the temperature changes and they start freezing, they'll migrate...

following their food to temperate climates.

By February, this colony...

would reach Mexico City, San Antonio and New Orleans...

just in time for Mardi gras.

If our bats infect other bats...

and those newly-infected bats follow their usual patterns...

of migration-- Show them, Jimmy.

That my friends, is six months from now.

And it ain't gonna be pretty. Of course...

my ass will be long gone by then.

If we don't stop them, what happened to those kids is gonna happen all the country.

So what do we do now?

The only way to stop the spread and contamination is to locate the roost...

and to annihilate every last infected bat.

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

Yeah.

-They're called mist nets. -Feels like fishnet stocking to me.

They're a little tougher than they look, sheriff.

Hey, Wesley, Jimmy, come in.

-Yes, sir. -How y'all doing over there?

We're all getting along gangbusters, sir. We just hung a bunch of those damn net things.

Yeah, they're called mist nets.

Whatever. They feel like fishnet stockings.

How about that.

Y'all keep your eyes open. Let me know if you see anything.

Yes sir, you'll be the first to know, sir.

Yes, give me that information.

Local law enforcement is adequate. 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.

Blood on the moon.

Excuse me?

My mama use to say when the moon was red like it is now...

then there was blood on the moon and somebody was gonna get killed.

Sheriff, if you're trying to put me at ease, it's not working.

Sorry about that.

It's okay.

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

This?

It's an ancient Chinese symbol for the bat.

Chinese consider bats good luck. Harbingers of good fortune.

What got you into bats in the first place?

Well, when I was a little girl growing up back in Ohio, we had a barn.

Had some bats in it.

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

So 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 ever seen.

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

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

Well I'll 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.

Oh god, there's too many.

- What do you mean? - Come on! Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Get in the truck!

Let's cover the vents!

Any possible entrance!

Hurry up!

well, that's all being taken care of, sir, as we speak.

" We're gonna need some help down here! "

" Son of a bitch! "

" They're trying to get in! "

Jimmy here, what's going on?

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?

We're on our way.

I can't find my damn keys!

They're trying to get into the engine!

Whatever you do...

...try and stay calm. I ain't calm, and I'm telling her to stay calm.

Son of a bitch!

Come on! Come on!

Shit!

- Sheila, they're getting in!

Oh shit! Get it off! Get it off!

Shit!

Sheila? Do you hear me? Come in!

Sheila, do you hear me? Come in!

Sheila!

Watch out! I'm going to shoot it!

Are you alright? Are you okay?

Holy shit!

- Use your gun for a sec....! Come on, man! Shoot them!

- I'll hit the sheriff and Sheila.

Shoot over them. Try and scare them off.

Then again, we could just high-tail it out of here now.

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

Alright, hold on a sec. - Sheila.

Are you okay? Are you all right?

Yeah, I have been since you left.

Hey!

Sheila!

Yeah?

Looks like they left a little something behind.

Oh god, sheriff, don't move. Don't move!

- All right, be careful now.

Okay, One...

...two, three!

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

See. What did I tell you?

Ugly!

Now this might sting a little.

- Sheila, I've been doing some thinking.

And what I figured out is this:

This is fucked up!

Now, I'm thinking about heading to Antarctica right about now!

Now, I checked into this. There's not one bat up there, because they hate the cold.

Hey, Wes?

Get a hold of the mayor. Make sure everyone is inside...

and their house is secure, alright?

Go on, now, get on it.

-Alright, that should do for now. -Thanks.

Holy shit!

McCabe's bats.

-Sheriff, do you have your gun? -In my hand.

This might be a good time to use it.

You only have to clip their wings.

Huh? Clip their wings?

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

Damn!

- Hey. Are you all right? - Yeah, we're great.

Nice timing.

Thank God you got one of them.

I need to study it immediately.

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

Catch your own.

Alright ...

when I open this cage, I want you to reach in and grab him by the neck and wings, alright?

Are you crazy?

Try to be gentle, but firm.

- I think can handle that. - I'm sure you can, Emmett.

Okay, you ready? On three, gentlemen.

One, two, three!

God damn. That sucker's strong!

Okay, easy.

Sheriff, would you take his other wing. Please?

Please? Thank you.

Oh, no, Jimmy, thank you.

Are you sure, he couldn't 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.

We're in business here.

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'll tell you something, I lied. I'm not gonna pet this thing's belly.

Don't let us down, sweetie.

How's it tracking, Jimmy?

Perfectly. Long as it keeps moving away from me.

Houston...

we got a problem.

Maybe, we can capture another bat.

Can we?

Try again.

That could take days.

So, what the hell are we going to do now?

Evacuate the town immediately.

Order a comprehensive evacuation for 100 miles, here to Mexico.

And Hodge...

...we're gonna need more help.

A lot more help.

You can study it now if you like.

Sheila, I just ordered reinforcements. They're gonna arrive in the morning.

Effective immediately...

...the CDC is evacuating the town of Gallup, Texas.

Good work, Hodge.

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

Based on this localized program...

well ...it looks like all this time,

them damn things been making their way directly towards town.

We might still have some time.

Hey,

Manny...

you got any ketchup?

What is going on here?

What are all these people doing out? I thought they were warned.

As far as I knew, they were.

Sheriff, Thank God you're here.

Christ in a sidecar, man! What the hell are all these people doing out?

We've warned them six ways to Sunday! Nobody wants to believe.

Everybody in Texas thinks they know everything, about everything.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

They're coming.

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

They're coming!

Aw, shit!

Oh, my God!

Move off the streets!

Everybody get inside! Please!

Get inside right now!

Hurry up, everybody! Take cover!

Take cover, please!

Everybody get inside! Let's go! Let's go!

Oh, my god!

You gotta get inside!

Move! Move! Get inside!

Get inside! Get inside!

Close the doors!

- Hey, You all right?

- Get out of here!

Get out of here! - Ok ...

Holy ...shit

Come on! Get inside!

- Oh, my god!

Ohh! - Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Ok.

Alright. All right, everybody, back!

Let's just take it easy, okay?

Take it easy. Back!

Get in the back.

Go! Now!

AH! .... AHH! Get down! Get down!

Aghh!

Uh ....uhh!

Aw, ...shit!

Come on! Come on! Get inside!

Get in there! Get in there!

Get down!

AHH!

Get inside! Please!

Hey, Mister. Mister, hold on!

Mister, there's people down here!

Oh, shit!

Sheila! Get inside now!

- Sheila!

Sheila!

Stay calm!

Help me! Help me!

- Sheila!

AHH!

NO!

Oh, God.

Sheila? You all right?

He saved me.

Sheila? You gonna be alright?

He saved me. He saved my life.

My God.

Jesus.

Wes?

God damn it, Wesley.

Excuse me, ma'am.

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

They're evacuating everybody now.

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

Mexicans are trying to clear everybody out, down to Oaxaca and Rosita.

Jesus, Emmett.

What are we gonna do now?

I'm still working on that, ma'am.

Old Texas custom.

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

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

So tell me something.

What in the hell are we still doing here?

We asked them to let us stay.

Say what?

To aid in locating and destroying the bats.

You gotta be pulling my leg, because, this shit is not funny.

They're only giving us 48 hours.

Hey, 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 Alpine missiles.

They're gonna bomb every cave, cavern and dugout foxhole...

in a 100-mile radius of Gallup.

What? Are they crazy?

They'll kill everything in Gallup, and not a single bat.

That's right. And we cannot let them do that.

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

But we're basically on our own.

I'll tell you, I'm not going to let them blow my town off the face of the earth, without a fight.

People got their homes here. Hell, they got their whole lives here.

And I gotta make sure they got something 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 staying 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.

I'd understand if you don't wanna hang around.

Let me tell you guys one thing:

If another one of your bats looks at me...

if his head moves like this, or his eyes go like this...

like he might look at me...

I'm coming for you.

Does that mean you're gonna stay?

Yeah. I'll stay.

Something called a Chroma B-340. The newest thing in spy satellites.

When the satellite passes over Texas...

they'll center infrared cameras on a 50-mile radius south of Gallup.

Give us a direct feed.

When the bats emerge from their roost, it'll be your turn.

The military wants to be as hands-off about this as possible.

You'll have to make the I.D. Think you can do that?

I can try.

This is our school.

It's not as primitive as you'd might think for a small town.

We can fortify it as good as any.

Let's hope so.

Alright, you can set up in here, this is the science room.

All the computers have high-speed modems.

Try to hook us up to Langley.

Let's secure the building before dark.

Yeah, I heard that.

What is that?

That is Montserrat singing Donizetti's Lucia.

A real touchstone of the bel canto repertoire.

You're an opera fan, sheriff. I'm impressed.

Don't tell anybody about my hidden vice.

Folks around here would run me out of town if they knew.

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

You are a sick individual.

Let's get out of here!

There. We are now as secure as the goddamn Alamo.

Bad example there, Jimmy.

Oh, yeah. You're right.

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

What do you think?

I got hooked up to the base.

Once the satellite passes over, they'll start sending us the photos.

That'll work.

And once we find them, then what?

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 checked into this a long time ago.

Maybe we could try and trap them?

Whatever we do, we have to get them all.

Why not just bomb the sons of bitches?

No, that won't do.

An explosion would definitely scatter them...

and 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 freeze to death.

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, call Langley and see what they can come up with.

I'll check it out.

Hey, Sheila?

Seems to me, you're thinking of walking into that roost...

with a whole lot of those things hanging right over your head.

Bats are nocturnal. They don't have any bearing during the day--

Yeah, but those are normal bats--

I know.

But, we don't have any other choice.

Yeah.

Yeah. I got it.

Alright, boys and girls, we are all set.

There's something called the NGIC Industrial.

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

...at superhuman velocity.

It could cover Cairo in icicles in three days.

Good enough.

Once we locate the roost...

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

That's as far as they'll go. They don't wanna know about us.

- They're preparing for a bomb raid. - We'll need special gear to go in.

What?

We're going into the roost?

All of us?

Don't worry. You'll stay out and monitor our progress, alright?

Right. Maybe next time.

We are at the drop zone.

Commence drop.

Sheriff.

Lift with your legs!

If I had legs like that, I'd probably use them more often.

I ordered the best body armor they had. You'll need it.

This is all Kevlar, steel-reinforced.

You don't say.

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

In a roost with millions of bats...

ammonia from the guano can reach lethal levels.

-Guano? -It's bat shit.

Oh. Yeah, right.

Wonder how that one slipped out of my mental thesaurus.

Trust me. You don't wanna die choking on no bat shit fumes.

That's it. Last page.

It looks like them.

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

That's them, alright.

Those are our bats.

No, this can't be right.

This is a mountainous area, that's just northeast of the national park.

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.

The mine is right in here.

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

but I'm telling you, it's huge, and it's called Black Rock Mines.

- Black Rock Mines. - Are you certain?

- That's affirmative, Major. 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? If we go in while they're out feeding....

Sir, based on the nature of these creatures...

I strongly suggest 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.

These are from a geological survey. I figure the bats have to be here.

No. They're deeper. They would never allow themselves to be that vulnerable.

Since it's man-made, the trip down should be easy...

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

How about other entrances?

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? -Son of a bitch!

They found us.

- How? How could they get--? - Because I called them here.

And now...

...we'll put an end to all this.

They're taking out the power!

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

You let them go, didn't you?

Very perceptive, Sheila.

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

You know how many people have died? Do you care?

They simply need to be controlled!

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

Then do it! Control them!

Then go on! Stop them right now!

Why would I wanna do that?

Son of a bitch!

They're getting in!

Look out!

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

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

I hate this shit!

Work with Daddy!

Shit!

It's on now. Get back! Get back, Sheila!

Get back! Get away from the window!

Get out of here!

I got something for your asses now!

Come on!

Burn, you goddamn rats! Burn!

You want some of this? Come on!

You done messed with the wrong brother now!

Come on! Burn!

You ain't getting this ass!

Can you handle this, motherfucker?! Damn!

You piece of shit!

Come on! Work with me! Come on, baby!

Work with me! Come on!

Now come on!

Come on!

McCabe? Come on back here, now.

Doctor, just come back inside slowly.

Don't you see?

They want me.

They've come for me.

Because I can control them.

I made them that way.

Come to me.

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?

Damn!

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.

Command, come in.

This is Sheriff Emmett Kimsey. I'm 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.

I suggest you get out of there. Now.

We can't do that.

If they bomb, the bats will scatter. No one will be able to stop them.

I don't know if you know this, but your cooling unit is in the cavern.

Yes, sheriff.

But, those men were not able to turn it on. That was a failed mission.

What?

We are going to have to go down there and turn it on.

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!

Listen to me. We are here right now!

We can turn it on. You gotta give us a chance!

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

Shit!

Alright, we got about an hour.

To get down there, turn on the unit and seal the entrances.

Hey, Sheila. Look over there.

Good.

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 talking about? You'll both be up here with me by then.

We are the only ones who know how bad this can be.

I need to know 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 it.

What's that saying? "Any day above ground is a good day"?

When this is over...

...I'm laying on the beach for like three years...

someplace where they never heard of a bats.

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

Two tunnels.

There's only one on the map.

Great.

You gotta make a choice.

To the right.

See those over there?

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

One of our bats dragged them in here as an in-flight snack.

Very good, sheriff. I'll make you a chiropterologist yet.

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 kidding me? I am not up to my chest in bat shit!

I'm afraid you are, Sheriff.

Whew! Nasty.

Is this what you call normal?

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

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

Wait a minute.

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

Aw, Jesus.

Welcome to ground zero, sheriff.

Oh, my God.

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

God, there must be millions of them.

You folks need to be real quiet right about now.

It's taken you 15 minutes to descend. You have 30 minutes...

to fire up that cooling unit and get your asses back up top.

What's the temperature down there?

Fifty-four.

It's better than we hoped.

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

I know you're not asking me.

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

That would be nice.

Okay, hurry up. Losing time.

This shouldn't be too difficult.

Looks like we are going to need a key to complete this job.

- Oh no! Shit! - Damn it!

I found one.

Let's hope it's the right one.

Jimmy. Jimmy, It's working.

It's working like a dream.

Bravo, as they say in opera. Get up here before the fat lady sings.

Avenger, you're clear to arm.

Roger, base. We're arming.

Oh, shit!

I think we better keep moving.

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. Now, Come on!

I lost your video!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Get it off!

Damn!

Shit!

Shoot it!

We gotta get out of here!

-Can you breathe okay now? -Yeah.

How much time, Jimmy?

Four minutes! Come on!

Initiating firebombing run.

Sheila. Come on!

-We're not gonna make it! -You will! Come on!

Jump! Jump!

Commencing final approach.

-Come on! -Go! Go!

Blow the entrance!

You can make it! Come on! Come on!

Now!

Call them 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!

-What's the status?

-Here you go, sir.

All right.

We got satellite confirmation. Good work.

Now, get the hell out of there.

Avenger, abort mission. Return to base.

Roger, we are RTB.

Sheila. You okay?

Uh ...huh. Yeah.

- You hurt? You okay? - I'll live.

You did it. I told you, Sheila.

Just hold that there.

The temperature's dropping fast.

Our bats should be sound asleep, their little bat asses frozen forever.

Provided there are no other entrances.

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

Good job, guys.

Honey...

...you stink.

I don't smell anything.

I smell bat doo-doo.

Before you get all precious, you ought to take a look in a damn mirror.

That ain't your best look, either.

Come on, doo-doo! - Okay.

It's about time for a cigar.