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Updating tonight's lead story,

let's go back to Banodyne
Laboratories and Dan O'Dowd.

As you know, Bob, the
explosion was enormous.

That, coupled with the
intense fire that followed,

virtually destroyed
the whole lab.

Any word on what
caused the explosion, Dan?

Nothing as yet, but it
is speculated here that...

it was due to
some faulty wiring...

in a room containing
cleaning materials.

Dan, it's known that
Banodyne has conducted...

classified biological research for the
National Security Organization in the past.

Any reason for our
viewers to be concerned?

No, Bob, none whatsoever.

The N.S.O. has
issued a statement...

assuring us that the fire poses
no health hazard to the public...

that although the research animals
which were kept here have been destroyed,

absolutely no toxic
elements or radioactivity...

-have been released into the atmosphere.
-Who escaped?

What makes you think
anything lived through that?

You called me.

If you wanted to know
who blew the place up,

you would've got
Phelan or Davis.

You called me because
I know Banodyne.

-G-H-3.
-The dog?

Of course. He would've
smelled the explosives.

-And one of the Oxcoms.
-Number 7.

Always the bad seed.

Cliff Soams is our local agent.
Keep him on a need-to-know basis.

-The dog still transmitting?
-Yes.

Are the Oxcom and the
dog still telepathically linked?

On a bio-frequency that
only the Oxcom can receive.

We have a maximum of 72 hours
before the Oxcom kills the dog...

and anyone with it.

You know, whoever blew up
Banodyne did you a big favor.

This Oxcom project's
been a total disaster.

Disaster? No.

Behind schedule, over budget,
results we never expected,

but certainly not a disaster.

Imagine 20
Oxcoms in the field...

tracking their prey ceaselessly,

gorging on their quarry,
growing stronger with every kill,

drawn by a dog that insinuates
itself into the enemy's camp.

-An innocent dog...
-Yeah, well, that's a nice scenario.

But there's one big problem.

-The Oxcoms keep killin' the dogs.
-There are defects.

We'll solve them
on the next go-round.

You just find them
and bring them back.

What if they don't
wanna come back?

Do your job.

-Travis!
-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry! I-I know. It
was very immature of me.

I agree. I agree with you.

I'll make it up to you. I will.

Help me. I can't get it undone.

-What is that?
-My dad.

-Again?
-Yes.

You have to go. You have to go.

I love you. Bye.

Damn it, girl! What
are you doin' out here?

Sorry, Dad. I heard the
horses and came out.

Uh-huh. That boy ain't
out here again, is he?

What boy? The Cornwell boy.

It's Cornell. Uh-huh.
That's the one.

No, Daddy, I'm just
checking the horses.

I'm gonna get Nell some
sweet feed to calm her down.

Well, do that, then get back in
the house. You got school tomorrow.

Tomorrow's Saturday.

Yeah, right. Well...

Hi, Nell.

Hi, baby.

Back.

Good girl.

Travis?

What are you doing now, Travis?

My dad could come back.

Travis?

You were right.
You are immature.

Oh, shit!

Hmm?

Hey, come on. Come
on. Out of my truck.

Where did you come from?

Now what are you doing?

Damn.

Look, come on.

Look, I don't have
a driver's license.

This isn't gonna look that good...
me standing out here all alone...

talking to a dog.

Come on. Move in.

Hey, you know, you
are one pushy dog.

Yeah, well, I guess
you're hungry.

Yeah, go ahead. Eat 'em.

This is pretty ridiculous,
don't you think?

What?

Well, if this thing is as
vicious as you say it is,

what the hell are we gonna
do with it once we find it?

-Throw a net over it?
-Maybe.

Agent Johnson,
call for you, sir.

Thanks, Donnie. Johnson here.

Right.

That was Washington. Let's go.

They haven't taken the head yet.

There were a whole bunch of
really strange footprints around it.

I don't think we're gonna find
the eyes. Keep it down, Porter.

Poor child. Her
mom died last year.

Now her dad.

You know, when Fish and Game wanted
to reintroduce the grizzly in this area,

most of these ranchers
were dead against it.

I wrote a letter.

Didn't do no good. You can't
tell the government anything.

I don't think this
was a grizzly, Sheriff.

This thing has Sasquatch
written all over it.

Sasquatch?

You know... the
Abominable Snowman.

Porter, when are
you gonna grow up?

There ain't no Tooth Fairy,
there ain't no Santa Claus,

and there ain't no Sasquatch.

Well, why would a grizzly
rip a man's eyes out?

Who the hell's this?

How you doin'? Lem Johnson,
National Security Organization.

This is Cliff Soams.

N.S.O.? Who called you?

Excuse me. Can I have
a look at that, please?

Okay.

Thank you.

-Is she a witness?
-Yeah.

-She's his daughter.
-Cliff?

Get her to a hospital
and arrange security.

Hold on a minute. You just
can't walk in here and take over.

Sheriff, if you check,

I think you'll find some
instructions from your governor.

Now, I'm gonna need all
the cooperation I can get.

-Lem?
-Excuse me.

Hey, watch those footprints.
You don't mess up my crime scene.

Come take a look at this.

That the Oxcom?

Yeah. And that's our dog.

Look, this would never
work out. I gotta let you go.

My mom would never let me keep
ya. Besides, I'm all out of snacks.

Except for a, uh...

a candy bar in the
glove compartment.

What are you, a circus dog?

Wait. Do you want
me to unwrap it for you?

Okay. No problem.

I'll split it with you, okay?

I just want a
little, little bite.

Little bite. It's
really... It's mine.

You're really cute.

Nice bed, huh?

This is my dad's.
Yeah. You like it?

Yeah.

Okay. You sleep
here tonight, okay?

Good night.

No. Come here.
Come here. Come here.

Look, my mom will
never let me keep you.

So, just till I can figure
something out, stay here, okay?

Okay? All right.
Stay. Good night.

Hey. Thanks for wakin' me up.

Wait a second! What are you
doing? How'd you get in here?

Travis?

My mom! She can't find you here!

Honey, can I come in?

Mom, now, I know that I shouldn't
have driven the truck yesterday.

I don't wanna talk to
you about the truck.

Look, Mom, I already know how to drive.
Just because I don't have my license...

I have to talk to you
about something.

I just got a phone call...

about Tracey.

There's been an accident.

An accident?

Yeah.

She's in the hospital.

Sorry, folks. You
can't go in there.

Is this where Tracey Keeshan is?

There's no visitors
allowed up here.

-Why is that?
-I wanna see my girlfriend.

I can't allow that.

Couldn't we just see her for a
moment? You see, the kids are very close.

-Hey! Come on.
-Hey, where is she?

-Come on!
-Who are you?

I'm Tracey's boyfriend.
I was with her last night.

Well, I can see why
you'd be concerned then.

We had to move her to
another facility for observation.

I don't know what's
going on here, but

I'm sure that Tracey could
use her friends right now.

-Where is she?
-She's okay.

She's suffering from shock.
We've had to sedate her.

Are you people doctors?

Look, we'd be more
than happy to let you know

when Tracey's well
enough to have visitors.

-Get off, man!
-Now, why don't you just give us...

your name, address and phone
number, and we'll get back to you.

Those guys had
guns under their coats.

-Come on. Why would they have guns?
-'Cause they're not doctors.

Well, they didn't say
they were doctors.

-They got Tracey.
-They said that.

Isn't this getting just a
little weird to you, Mom?

I mean, it is to me. That
was them right there.

Well, what do you want
me to do, follow them?

No.

This is where they kept them.

Any word on the device
that triggered the explosion?

No, and I doubt
there ever will be.

The people that did
the job were top notch.

Jesus. Look at those bones.

Oxcom 18... outside
experimental combat mammal.

There were seven.
Now there's only one.

Well, it's kind of nice to
know that in the future,

though there may still be wars,

we won't have to fight them.

Well, that's progress, isn't it?

It's gonna be kind of hard to
catch the one that got away.

The ultimate predator.

We've just gotta
be smarter than it is.

How smart is this thing?

How smart's a crazy person?

I almost forgot
about you, Furface.

Now, I got big problems.

I mean, stuff that
dogs don't understand.

Okay, I'm sorry. You
do understand, okay?

Travis?

Who are you talking to?

Him. I was talking to him, Mom.

I don't understand. What's this?

Oh. It's, uh... It's a dog.

-Yeah, I see that, Travis.
-It's a golden retriever.

He's also filthy. And
he doesn't belong here.

No, thank you. I don't
wanna shake a paw.

Look, Mom. I mean,
he's really sensitive,

and he is also the smartest
dog that I have ever seen.

Honey, if he is so smart,
he can find his way home.

No, I don't think he
can find his way home,

because I found him in the back of
my truck on the way home from Tracey's.

We can't keep him, Travis.

I have to work. You have to go to
school. Who's gonna look after him?

Look, Ma, he can
take care of himself.

All right, just watch,
okay? All right, Furface,

there's a pack of hot dogs
in the... in the refrigerator,

and if you go down there and
you get them, you can have one.

Watch. Come on.

And you thought I
was lying to you, Ma.

That hurts.

You know, I usually don't
bathe my friends, Furface.

I mean, I consider you
more of a friend than a dog.

You don't mind if I
call you a dog, do you?

Nah. I mean,

you look like a dog,
you smell like a dog.

I mean... Okay,
you're definitely a dog.

It's just weird is all I mean,

it's like you can understand
everything we say.

I'm worried about Tracey. I
know they have her somewhere.

Wanna help me find her?

You do? Yeah?

All right. Cool.

We'll be like, uh... We'll be
like the Delta Force. Yeah.

You know, my dad was in Delta
Force. Taught me some real cool tricks.

Well, I haven't seen him
since my mom and him split up.

What's this?

G-H-3?

Is that your name?

G-H-3. G-H-3.
It's... It's a code.

It's a code. You're
a research animal.

That's why you're so smart.

What's in this ear? Nothing.

This tape was made during
Banodyne's recent tests...

on Oxcom 7.

Oxcom 7 remains obsessed with killing
the dog and removing its ocular orbs,

a situation witnessed
in the deaths of both...

G-H-1 and G-H-2.

The project team hoped that they
would see a dramatic lessening...

of the Oxcom's
pathological hatred of G-H-3.

This the one that got out?

Uh-huh.

The most advanced of the Oxcoms.

The most successful gene weave.

Whether that hatred was
caused by sibling rivalry...

and jealousy over the affection
the dogs received from staff,

or a DNA crossover in the
symbiotic bonding process...

as the geneticists believed,
the treatment failed.

The third phase of the St.
Francis project has achieved...

The Oxcom and the
dog, they're like brothers.

How do you mean?

They share genetic material
that was used in their creation...

the Oxcom, the dog
and a third experiment.

Was the Oxcom's hate
for the dog a mistake?

Yes. Totally. No
one knows why...

he ended up absolutely
hating the dog.

The dog was like
a homing device,

the creature, a
search-and-destroy missile.

It would've been the perfect
weapon had it worked.

Born of fire.

Consumed in flames.

Oh, here it is.

I'm gonna call the paper.

I'll put in an ad and find
out who this guy belongs to.

I don't believe it.

It, um...

looks like he doesn't like
where he belongs, Mom.

How did he do that?

It's almost like he understands
everything we're saying.

He-He does understand
everything we're saying.

All right, um, for
"yes," bark once,

and for "no" bark twice.

Do you understand?

-See?
-Okay. If you're so smart... Let's see.

Tell me, which one is a deer?

Very lucky. Is
this a deer? Right.

No.

Is it a house? No.

All right. Is this
George Washington?

Is it Abraham Lincoln?

I rest my case.

Can you tell me the
Gettysberg Address?

Come on, Mom. Look, he's
a genius. I have to keep him.

Honey, if he's a genius,

he's obviously very valuable.

He belongs to somebody.

No, obviously he does
not belong to anybody,

or he wouldn't have just hopped in the back
of my truck when I was at Tracey's, right?

You know what happened
at Tracey's, don't you?

Do you... Do you
know where Tracey is?

Now they messed up my fish.

Damn kids. Come out of my bus!

I'll kick their butts this time.

Come out of there!

Hey, just a minute. Where
do you think you're going?

School, Mom. Where else?

School? With the dog?
You're taking the dog to school?

Yeah, right. I wanna show
the guys how smart he is.

Travis, dogs aren't
allowed in school.

All right, Mom, look.
I'm not going to school.

I have to find Tracey.

You're not going
to look for Tracey.

Look, Ma, Furface can help me.

Travis, I'm sure
Tracey's all right.

The people at the hospital
wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Ma, the people at
the hospital had guns.

I don't care what
you think they had.

Now put the dog in your
room and get to class.

And don't think you
can wait till I drive off

and then go where you please.

I'm gonna call you at school, and
if you're not there Furface goes.

You know, I'm really
disappointed in you, Mom.

I really am.

What's up, dude?
Hey, what's happenin'?

Sorry to hear about
Tracey's dad. Is she all right?

I don't know, man. They
won't let me see her.

That's weird.

Hey, man, we're going up to
Dalberg's bus to bug him for a while.

Yeah. I can't take one more
day of that computer class.

Teacher's a real dweeb.

Wanna come?

Uh, no, thanks, guys. I got
enough problems as it is.

-I'm just gonna go to class.
-All right, man. See you later.

Catch you guys later,
huh? Take it easy.

Come on, piggy! Sweat
a little! Get a haircut, goof!

Think of it as exercise.
Burn off some of that baby fat.

Positive to positive,
negative to negative.

'Round and 'round
and 'round she goes.

Where she stop... Ow. Fuck!

Well, blimey. There is
a Santa Claus after all.

Hello.

Hi. Is Mrs. Cornell
here, please?

What, you mean Nora?
No, no, she's not in.

Uh, Ted Hockney.

I'm taking care of her appliances,
if you know what I mean, mate.

-Is Travis here?
-No, he's just off to school.

I wanna talk to him
about his girlfriend.

-Tracey Keeshan.
-Yeah, I heard about that.

It's a tragedy, eh? Tragedy.

What's the world coming
to? You want a cuppa?

Well, uh, you want me
to tell him somethin'?

No.

I'll come back. Just
tell him I dropped in.

-Does Travis have a dog?
-No, no pets.

He had a snake once,
but Travis let it go.

He's a good lad. Hates
to see anything suffer.

Nice talkin' to you.

Yeah, sure. All right.

-Did anyone see you?
-Well, I guess so.

Really?

Ahhh. Isn't he cute?

-Should we let him in?
-Sure. Why not?

Hey, pooch. Hey, pooch.

Anderson?

Good.

Brooks?

Class! Brooks.

Hmm. Very good
work, Miss Brooks.

Yes.

I wish everyone in the class...

would have done as
well as Miss Brooks here.

Very nice work. Very nice.

-Thank you, Miss Brooks.
-Thank you, sir.

Cornell?

Are you all right, Travis?
You seem a little distracted.

Oh, no, I'm fine.

I hope you take my class
seriously, young man.

Sure. Of course I do, sir.

Good.

Thank you.

You idiot! Get down!

What are you trying to
do, get me in trouble?

Haskell?

Holy shit!

Did you type that?

Travis!

You stay after school!

What the hell is goin' on?

Maybe old man Dalberg got busted
for all that weed he was growin'.

-Aah!
-Aah!

Willie, check for tire tracks.

Hey, let's get out of here
before someone sees us.

Yeah, good idea, man.

The eyes are gone,
just like at Bill Keeshan's.

Yo, Johnson, I
want a word with ya.

Of course, Sheriff.
What happened?

Well, I thought I'd
ask you that question.

Two murders occur in my
district, and the N.S.O. appears.

Now what's goin' on?

Naturally, our information's
classified, Sheriff.

We'll know more once
we've run some tests.

But, uh, I'd like to offer any N.S.O.
assistance you might need to track down leads.

Don't patronize me.

I don't know what
the N.S.O. has to hide,

but this is my county,
my responsibility.

Look, Sheriff, we've
both got jobs to do.

Now let's try and stay
out of each other's way.

You guys shouldn't
leave me behind like that.

You're gonna hang with us,
you gotta learn to keep up.

-Hey, it's gettin' late.
-So?

-So maybe we should go.
-No, maybe you should go.

It's not like we wouldn't
be able to catch up to ya.

Go ahead, man!

Go ahead, piggy! We'll give
you a ten-second head start!

One thousand one,
one thousand two,

one thousand three,
one thousand four!

We lied, piggy! Here we come!

Ha-ha! We're gonna get you, man!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Run, piggy!

Where'd he go? This
way, man. Come on.

-Shit!
-What the hell was that?

Go, piggy! Go!

Look behind us, man!

Go, piggy! Get
out of the forest!

It's after us! Go!

Go, piggy! Come
on, man! Move it!

Faster, piggy!

Get out of the woods,
man! Go to the right, man!

Yes!

You stay there.

Here, sir.

This is better than usual work.

Uh, yeah, thanks.
The dog helped a little.

Hmm.

"Danger N.S.O." What kind
of danger is N.S.O., Furface?

I mean, look, they're not dangerous.
They're part of the government.

Where'd you learn how to type?

Travis?

Travis, is that you?

-Sheriff's office.
-It's the maintenance man here at the school!

What... You're the
maintenance man? What's go...

That's right, the high school. Look,
I'm in the basement at the high school.

There's a big problem out here.
There's something terrible goin' on!

-There's hollerin' and screamin' and...
-Just hold on now. Take it easy.

It's like someone's bein'...

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

What is it?

Maintenance man
over at the high school.

He was screamin'.

If it's important,
he'll call back.

Let's go.

Downstairs!

Porter!

Porter!

Five gruesome murders and the
disappearance of three teenagers...

in the last 48 hours have
the people of this quiet town...

We're not gonna be able
to keep a lid on it this time.

Look at that... all the
newspapers, TV, radio out here.

Look, we'll leak it through
the usual rumor mill.

-What, a bear?
-No, a psycho killer.

It'll make the whole official
"No comment" much easier.

-How can you have no...
-You!

My partner's dead! She's
had her eyes ripped out...

because we didn't know
what we were up against!

Now, you tell me what
the N.S.O. was into,

what it's gotten us into!

-I can't tell you.
-Fine!

Either you talk to me,
or I talk to the press.

Either way, I'm gonna
get to the bottom of this.

Get out of here.
Hey, I'll talk to you.

But not here.

Listen. What?

Can you hear them?

Huh?

The crickets. They're
talking to each other.

Johnson, I don't have the
time, and I'm in no mood.

Now what the hell happened?

This got something to do with
what went on down at Banodyne?

Yes. We called it
the Francis Project.

St. Francis of Assisi was a...

a monk who had an affinity with
animals. He could communicate with them.

And we were
developing new animals,

animals with extraordinary
mental abilities,

animals with extraordinary
physical powers.

You mean like this thing that
killed Keeshan and my partner?

You mean it's intelligent?

Yes.

Well, why doesn't
somebody reason with it?

Can't you control it?
It's gotta be stopped.

It's experimental.

It has a mind that can reason,
but it's never been right emotionally.

-What do you mean?
-It's disturbed... and insane.

Well, there's gotta be some kind
of a pattern to this thing's actions.

-It's after a dog.
-A dog?

A golden retriever. It
was another experiment.

Like the creature, it has
some human genetic material.

It's almost human
in its intelligence.

Almost.

You bastards!

The goddamn government thinks
it can do any goddamn thing it likes.

Is that all there is?
Huh? These two animals?

When we catch them,
is it gonna be over?

Sure, Walt.

Everybody'll stop making weapons,
and then there'll be peace on Earth.

-Walt?
-What?

I've got a lovely
bunch of coconuts

There they all are
standing in a row

I'm very tired. I've had
a really rough week.

- Big ones Small ones
- My feet are killing me.

Oh, here. I'll massage
your feet. Oh, no, no, no, no.

That's okay. No, I
don't mind, really.

-You don't have to do this.
-No, really, I don't mind.

You know, the nerves
from all over your body...

terminate in the
soles of your feet.

Yeah. This here's your spleen.

And this is your liver.

-Over here is your kidneys.
-Ow! Oh, oh, oh, oh.

-And down here are your bladder...
-Okay, okay.

That's enough.
Well, it's good for ya.

-It stimulates the circulation.
-Yeah. Yours or mine?

Both! It stimulates
our circulation.

Hockney, I'm, uh... I'm
just not in the mood for this.

Why is it women don't
like sex as much as men?

Can you tell me that? If I can
just figure out that one little thing...

Hockney, you know, there's a
picture of you in the dictionary...

under the word "incorrigible."

It pays to advertise.

I know what's gonna
turn your lights on, love.

-That part for your dryer came in.
-Oh, great.

Yeah, I fixed it.

-Hi, honey.
-Blimey, you do have a dog.

Yeah, why?

Well, some fellow was
by asking if he had a dog.

Some stiff bureaucratic
bloke from NASA.

N.S.O. Oh, yeah,
that's it. N.S.O.

I was wonderin' why some space
fellow would be wonderin' about a dog,

unless it was from
some astronaut thing.

God knows the way
things are around here,

what with that policeman and that teacher
bein' murdered down at your high school.

Wait. A teacher was
murdered at the high school?

Well, who did it?

Well, I don't know. Same
psycho killed Bill Keeshan.

Oh, yeah. That's what
the fellow was by askin' for.

He wanted to tell you somethin' about
Tracey and to ask you about your dog.

Hey, what's, uh...
what's goin' on then?

-Nothing.
-Nothin'. Nothin'.

Not a thing. Not a thing at
all. Uh, I gotta go upstairs.

-I have to talk to you.
-Okay, I'll be down in one minute.

You know, every place
we go this thing shows up.

It's after you, isn't it?

It went to Tracey's,
and it went to the school.

It's comin' here next, huh?

Yeah. So that's the danger
you're warning me about.

All right, so, then we have to
get out, then Mom will be safe. Go.

If there's some kind
of trouble, I can help.

-Look, Nora...
-Uh, just a minute, Hockney. Travis?

Oh, bloody hell.

Here. Have a look at this, love.
Now, just give me a minute, now.

Have a look at
this. I'll be back.

Oh, bloody hell!

Travis!

What the hell is going on?

-The N.S.O. has got Tracey.
-What?

And that... that thing that's
killing everybody wants the dog.

I'm not giving him up, Ma.
I'm not gonna let him down,

and I'm not gonna
turn myself in.

Honey, whatever this thing is,

we're in this together, okay?

Okay.

Hey, what's the matter?
What's wrong, boy?

Hockney?

Are you here?

Hockney?

Hello?

What the hell?

What happened here?

Hockney?

Oh, my god.

Mom, we gotta
get out of here. Go!

Upstairs!

Furface!

Lock the door!

Get in the closet!

Get out! Hurry!

Come on!

Furface, jump! Jump! Come on!

Get the truck!

Oh, damn it.

All right, Ma. Go. Go!

We have to do somethin', Ma.

Yeah.

Psycho killer...

who is it, and where
will he strike next?

The latest victim, 34-year-old
handyman Ted Hockney,

was discovered just hours after the horribly
mutilated body of Sheriff Walt Gaines...

washed up on the
shore of Bass Lake.

Officials are unsure
of the whereabouts...

-of Nora Cornell and her son Travis...
-Come on. Come on.

Who, according to
neighbors, were in the house...

-Just moment before...
-They're not through typin' the blood,

but one sample
is definitely canine.

-The dog's been injured.
-Yeah.

We might have a chance at findin'
them before the creature does.

Whatever.

Got some bruises, but
he took the fall very well.

That's a good boy.
He's in good shape.

He'll recover, won't
you, boy? That's right.

He's okay. He'll be fine.

But I'd like to keep him
here. No! No, you can't.

We're just passing through.
We weren't planning on staying.

Yeah, we're from out of town.

I'm going to get some
antibiotic cream. I'll be right back.

Mom, wait here.

Is this the American
Cancer Institute?

Uh, I've got that dog
you're looking for.

Ma, that guy just called
someone. I think he knows.

I'm at the Upper Valley
Animal Hospital... up on Howard.

No. Yes, ma'am, but there's a...

Yes. 33 Howard.

Damn.

Well, I should have at
least given him some money.

-Now we're really criminals.
-Mom.

We have to find
some place to rest.

-I'm sorry to wake you.
-Oh, that's all right, Miss.

-How... C-Could I have a room?
-Oh, yes. That's my job.

Oh, dear. Oh, my.

-What's wrong?
-You've got an animal.

-We don't allow pets.
-Oh.

Please?

All right. But please,

don't let my missus
find out, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Room number two.

-Thank you.
-Shh.

Look, the vet's here, right?

And if they keep headin' north...

-Did we blanket the area?
-Uh-huh. We got it covered.

Mom, where are we gonna go?

I don't know...

as far away as we can
until they catch this thing.

Don't you think if they could've caught
him that they would have already?

I don't know.

All right. What about Tracey?

I don't know.

-Suppose they never catch this thing.
-I don't know, Travis!

I just don't know, okay?

Hey,

we'll figure it out
in the morning.

Get some sleep. Good night, boy.

Good night.

You see, sir, no animals in this
place. Ne-ver. Number one rule.

But this stupido gotta...
What's a-matter with you?

You no hear radio? That bugger?

Hey! You, you, you! Yeah, you.
You clean up those cancer germs, eh?

We'll take care of it.

Good.

-They were such nice peop...
-Shut up.

Hey, Furface.

What is it?

-Mom, get up.
-What? What?

Those N.S.O.
guys. They found us.

Get dressed. We can sneak
out the bathroom window.

Take the truck. Go to the cabin.

No. Ma...

Just don't start the engine.
They'll hear it. Let it roll to the road.

Yeah, I know. I've been sneakin'
out of the house for months, Ma.

Remind me to spank you.

Furface!

Mrs. Cornell? Travis?

Who is it?

Lem Johnson, the N.S.O.

At the hospital, right? Right.

I-Is there something wrong?

Could you open the
door? I'd like to talk to you.

It's a silly game you're
playing, Mrs. Cornell.

Beg your pardon?

Where's your son and the dog?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

If you'd been a
criminal, Mrs. Cornell,

you would have been
locked up a long time ago.

You blush when you lie.

I really have no interest in
speaking with you people.

-Now, if you'd please...
-Why don't we... sit down...

and be straight with each other?

Mm?

Now, I know it's fashionable...

to think that Washington is
full of secret, evil organizations,

but stop and think for a moment.

We're your government.
We're the good guys.

And we're in this together.

I don't know who you are, but we
are definitely not in this together.

We know you've grown
attached to the dog.

Is that attachment
worth your son's life?

Are you threatening my son?

No. As long as he's with
the dog, his life is in danger.

What have you done
with his girlfriend, Tracey?

We're protecting her.
What did you think?

That creature will kill anybody
that's been near the dog.

Why?

Would you believe us if
we took you to see Tracey?

Okay.

I take it back, Mrs. Cornell.

You'd make a wonderful criminal.

Goddamn dog.

Look. Look, look, look.
Dog hair everywhere.

Stinking whole place...

Now I going stinking
like a dog for a week.

Ech.

We're home.

You know, my dad used
to take me here all the time.

I-I never killed anything.

You know,

I used to think that's why
my dad divorced my mom...

'cause I was a lousy hunter.

I guess kids think
pretty dumb things, huh?

She really was quite banged up.

We had to sedate her.

Are you qualified
to care for her?

You're telling me this place
is safer than a hospital?

Tempered steel on the
windows, and we're around.

Nobody's gettin' in
or out of this place.

Tracey? Honey, are you okay?

It's good you're here.
You can look after her.

I remember this.

Level with me.

We can't ever escape
this guy, can we?

Okay.

So then I say, we make a
stand, right here, right now.

Why not? We got nothin' to lose.

All right. I'm gonna go get
some stuff. You stay here.

Now, tell us where
your son took the dog.

We'll go get them and
we'll bring them back here.

She isn't hurt.

There's nothing wrong with this
girl. You've just kept her drugged.

She was quite hysterical
when we brought her here.

You're crazy.

Look, why don't you just tell us
where the dog and your son are?

Please.

Eventually, we're
gonna find him...

or the creature will.

Is that what you want? Hmm?

Well, we'll do it your way.

That it?

Uh, no. No, I need,
uh... I need some shells.

-30-30.
-How old are you, son?

Let me tell you,
sir. I'm old enough

to know these woods
like the back of my hand.

Me and my dad... we're
staying up at Totem Creek.

He told me that this week,
my 16th birthday, was my day.

The day.

Yeah, but 30-30... what
are you bringin' down?

-A grizzly.
-Grizzlies is protected.

I know that.

Furface, I'm home.

I got you some dinner.

You feelin' better? Huh?

What'd you do here?

"I go. I danger 'U'"?

"I stay, 'U' die"?

Furface, we're in this together.

You're... You're
not going anywhere.

-Where's Travis?
-He's okay. Come on. Trust me.

No, no, no. He got
him too. Where is he?

He's safe. He's okay.

-You saw him?
-Mm-hmm. He's up at Totem Creek.

No one's gonna get
him. They won't let me go.

They keep injecting
me. I feel funny.

Come on, ladies.

We're going.

Where?

Totem Creek.

There's about two pounds of
scrap metal in there, Furface.

Think that'll stop 'im?

It's somethin' my dad showed me.

What's taking you
so long, anyway?

I beat you, didn't I?

Let's see.

What, "D-Z"? That's not a word.

It is not.

Oh, what, you looked it up?

Okay. All right, mister.

Okay. "D-Z."

"Dozens."

Oh, no. No. You cannot
use abbreviations.

Come on. You read the
rules. You are such a cheat.

It's those damn N.S.O. guys.

And I got a surprise for them.

Come on.

Yes. You bastards.

Come on. Shit!

Mom, Tracey, get down!

Get in the cabin!
Go, go, go! Get in!

What?

What the hell are you doin'?
You're gonna kill somebody.

Understand this, Cliff:

none of these people
can ever leave this place.

But it's a woman and
a couple of kids. Why?

Because that's the
way it's gotta be.

I can't... and I won't do it.

Okay. I'll do it myself.

You're a cold son of a bitch.

That's right. I am.

Remember I told you there
were three biological experiments

the Oxcom, the dog
and their best animal.

It's me, Cliff. I'm
the third experiment.

What makes you
so fuckin' special?

I'm the perfect killing machine.

I've got no conscience.

Okay, I'm goin'.
Furface, you watch them.

Hi, there.

Now, son, there are two
types of animals on this planet.

There are those that kill,

and those that get killed.

What kinda animal
are you, son? Huh?

Watch.

You can't win...

because Multitude's coming.

Tracey, I'm fine.

Ow!

It's here.

Ma, Ma, get the door.
Tracey, get the shutters. Go!

Go, go, go!

Get into the bedroom. Hurry!

Oh, my god!

Ma, Ma, he's goin' around the
house. Light this thing. Quick.

Tracey, go! Get out
of the window, quick!

All right, Mom. Get
out to the truck. Go!

Be careful, honey.

No!

-Shoot!
-I can't. I'll hit Furface.

Shoot!

Travis, no!

Oh, Travis. Oh,
Travis, you're okay.

We gotta get to a vet.

-He's alive?
-Yeah.

Here.

We gotta hurry. Come on.