Original subtitles

- Dad, please don't make me do this.

- Tyler, it's for your own good.

I checked out this program.

Miss Lambert's helped a lot of kids.

I think she can help you, too.

Okay?

Tyler!

I'm doing this because I want you to get better.

- Help!

Help!

- Help, Dad!

Daddy, where are you?

Help, Dad!

Help, where are you?

Please help me!

- We're gonna play a game, holmes!

Here's the deal: you sink a gimme, you live.

You brick, you don't.

See, they call me Panic, ‘cause I never do.

How about you?

You're not gonna kill me.

Maybe I won't.

Or maybe, I'll just have my dog rip your leg off.

Shoot the ball, man!

I ain't got all day!

I'm a busy man!

Shoot the ball!

Again.

- I made it. - Yeah.

Well, I wasn't looking.

Lucky shot!

Again!

- It's your turn.

- Oh, so you make the rules now, huh?

- Yeah, I do.

Game's over.

- Hi.

- Hi. - You must be Tyler Burns.

- Yeah. - I'm Holly Lambert.

I'm Director of the Wilderness Project.

I'm glad you could make it.

- Thank my dad.

I'm sure you're gonna have some fun.

- Hi Tyler, I'm Charles Danson.

- Hi. - Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too. - Let me out, please.

- And this is my daughter, Melissa.

She's gonna be helping us out.

- Hi, Tyler,

- Hi. - Thanks.

- Adults.

Don't believe a word they say.

You're gonna hate this trip more than I will.

- Melissa, I need your help.

- Hey, four eyes! We haven't finished yet!

- Hey!

You interested in communing with the wilderness?

Darrel Lumley, you still trying be

the toughest kid on the block?

- The only way to survive in this jungle.

- Yeah, well, I'm sure glad you could join us.

- Figured it would be good for a few laughs.

That right, holmes?

- Never.

- See that shit?

Stops on a dime!

Dee, how much this thing cost?

- Uh, Daddy said the IRS paid for it.

- Since it was so cheap,

I asked her old man to buy me one, too.

Only if you drive to Mexico, he says, and stay there!

Do I look Mexican to you?

- Yeah.

- Hang these for me, would you, hon?

And don't wrinkle them.

Oh, my god.

- Sucker.

- Join the club, hon!

- Okay.

- Let's go do battle.

- Yeah. - More than your Romeo, babe.

- Ah, top notch!

Aw, rats!

Son of a bitch!

- Enjoying the trip back?

- Eh.

- I'm not walking.

- Guys, can I have some help, please?

- You're gonna do what?

- Shit!

Brute's got measle bumps!

- I don't think dogs can get measles.

- Yeah, well, who died and made you Dr. Welby?

- Let me see it.

Oh.

Here. It's a tick, vampires of the insect world.

- Oh, that sucker's nasty!

- You got a match or something?

- Yeah, hold on.

- My grandfather told me this.

They're too tough to squash.

- Oh!

uh!

Damn!

- Is someone burning something over there?

- Sorry, Hol.

Little man Tyler over here was gonna smoke,

but I told him it'd be rude, stunt his growth.

- Uh-huh.

- Sucker.

- I like that van.

- Here we go.

Last chance for supplies, guys.

- Rome, would you buy me some more gum?

- Hey, what am I? A bank, Dee?

- Are you getting out, or what?

- Uh-uh.

Stay, Brutus.

Ah, jackpot.

- What's that?

- See that cholo's guns?

He's trying to buff up for his honey, right?

Steroids! - What are you gonna do?

- Share the wealth, man.

- You're a thief, too?

- Oh, party hats!

Now I know where Chuck's head is at.

- Did you ever kill anybody?

- What kind of question is that?

- Pretty direct one.

- All right.

I've killed about as many dudes as you've boned chicks.

You make the call.

- Whew!

That many?

Wow.

Sweet.

- That kid's all right.

- Hey, fuck that damn truck.

You're gonna block everybody.

Move it down a way, so people can get in here.

- Hi there, cutie.

- Mm.

What brings you to our neck of the woods?

Huh?

- Jerry, manners.

- Yes, sir.

- I need to take a shower.

This place is so dusty.

- Hi, there.

Oh, yeah.

- This is The BBC World Service.

It is now 1900 hours, Greenwich Mean Time.

Today in our series on the world's hidden economy,

we travel across the pond to sunny California,

where former hippies, businessmen, and Vietham veterans

have created a high yield, high tech industry

protected by a formidable terrain

and a network of lethal booby traps.

- Yeah, but we don't get health care.

- Marijuana.

Recently, rising demand and competition

have led this clandestine enterprise

to the latest techniques in scientific horticulture.

Narcotics authorities have uncovered

an intricate infrastructure of dams,

irrigation, and chemical enhancements

constructed to maximize an already freewheeling industry.

What the the long term economic environmental effects

will yield, no one can say.

- Yeah, it'll yield about 9% in a jumbo CD.

- American business, this broadcast

will have a new time starting September 1st.

You'll be able to tune in at 2100 VIP in 254149--

And now, it's time for the music.

- Oh!

Dude, you're all messed up.

Son of a bitch!

Ah!

- All right, we're here.

- This is it!

This place looks worse than the projects.

- Definitely not cable ready.

- Wait 'til you check out the toilette, princess.

- We actually got to sleep in this dump?

Give me a dark alleyway over this place any time.

I mean, this place ain't right, man. It's too quiet.

It's too goddamned quiet.

- Come get your bags, guys.

Boys and girls in separate cabins, Rome.

- What am I, the valet?

What the hell you got in here, Dee Dee?

Hey!

Man, this place reminds me of boy's republic

back in juvenile hall.

- What?

- Hey, save me some closet space, man!

- Sure.

- Mm, lovely.

Bet that's dinner.

- Not anymore.

- Bag that shit, man!

I can't put my clothes in here!

- It's all yours, holmes.

- Thanks.

- Charles. - Yes?

- It's taking me a lot of time to gain the trust

of these kids.

- And?

- Well, I don't want them to feel like this trip

is for your experiment instead of for their benefit.

- Agreed.

But you need to keep in mind that my daughter

needs to feel like this trip is for her benefit.

- Okay.

- 7:18 93.

We have just arrived at the campsite.

My partner, Holly, having made this trip

several times prior,

is the only person in our group possessing

any real outdoor survivalist skills.

The rest of us bring only our every man

for himself instinct fostered by urban living.

- Bah!

- As I expected,

the subjects' first reaction was one of disassociation.

There's Rome and Dee Dee, basically converting

this new environment into their own,

and both returning to what is no doubt habitual behavior.

- Shit!

- And then there's Panic,

a perfect model of aggressive dysfunction.

He cannot accept this radical change,

so instead, assaults it.

And poor Kelly, a prisoner of her own troubled mind.

In the end, I fear this group will not successfully bond,

despite their common antagonist,

in this case, nature.

- You must think I hate everything, huh?

- No, actually.

I think you must like coming up with your dad, huh?

- No, I hate it.

I hate this place!

I mean, everybody says coming out to nature

is supposed to be a poetic, inspiring experience, right?

What is so inspiring about bugs, and insects,

and snakes, and creatures of the night

making all that racket?

It's suffocating and it's vile.

And it's full of rot.

- Can we go back, now?

- What's wrong with you?

Why are you sweating?

- Um, sometimes I get the feeling, like,

something really bad is gonna happen.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Wait!

Don't move.

- Nice try.

- There's something on your back.

Slow.

- What is it?

Come on, Tyler!

What is it?

- I have no idea.

- Get it off, Tyler!

- It's stuck.

- You're hurting me, stop it!

- I'm sorry, I'm trying to get it off!

- Ow!

God, get it off! Now!

Get it off now, Tyler!

- I can't get it off! - Get it off of me now, Tyler!

It's hurting me!

Ow!

Ow!

What the hell was that?

- I don't know.

- I wanna go back to Arizona.

- Come on.

- Hey yo, Chuck!

These burgers ain't half bad.

- Gee, thanks, Darrel.

- I think they like you.

Burger, please.

- Charles!

Charles!

You would not believe it.

- What happened to you two?

- Well, Melissa got attacked by some big bug or something.

Can we go home?

- Well, we are out in the wilderness, you know?

- No, I know.

But this wasn't your average wilderness bug, okay?

It was kind of -- - No way,

this thing was, like, glued to my back or something.

It was just gross.

It was all slimy.

It was like a -- - Like a big snot!

- Oh, come on!

You're making me ill!

- Just don't touch it if you don't know what it is.

- Don't touch it?

It attacked me.

- Oh, come on, guys.

Bugs don't attack unless they're aggravated.

- Great, classic story, the adults not believing the kids.

Thanks.

- See, I should have brought a piece, man.

This place ain't safe.

- I think you guys are overreacting.

I suggest you observe from a distance.

You'd be surprised how much you can learn.

- Yeah, right.

We learned this whole trip was a stupid idea.

- Melissa, please!

You don't hear the other kids whining.

- Ooh.

- Well look, if it isn't the happy campers.

Keeping yourselves out of trouble, I hope.

- I apologize for the loud music.

- Oh, don't mention it.

We were young once.

- Charles Danson.

- Oh, you can call me Sir.

This is my associate, Jerry.

- Would you like a burger?

- Yeah, don't mind if I do.

- Oh, thank you, but not yet.

We just stopped by to offer a friendly word of advice.

Well, since they closed down the logging mill,

some of the locals have taken to, well,

illicit means of getting by.

- What does that mean?

- Beware of the cash croppers.

- Cash croppers?

- Dope growers.

- What kind of dope?

- Mary-wanna.

- Here?

- Now, I'm not trying to scare you folks

or ruin your vacation, but, well,

these people are the devil's own.

I don't wanna see anyone else get hurt.

This is our problem.

Let us deal with it.

- Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about.

We have plenty to occupy us here at the camp,

don't we, guys?

- Well, I guess we better be going.

- Thanks for stopping by.

- It's our pleasure.

Au revoir.

- These all your kids?

- Knew I should have brought a piece, man.

- Jesus Christ!

Goddamnit!

- Sounds like home.

Without the choppers.

- Hopefully, it was one of those cash croppers getting shot.

- God, you didn't believe that stupid shit, did you?

God, you're so naive!

- I'd rather be naive than a spoiled bitch like you.

- The natives are restless.

- Hey Romeo, what's the word?

- Super unleaded, fresh from the van, ol' boy.

- Hit it. - That's way too much gas!

- Let there be light.

- Jesus Christ!

What the hell are they doing out there?

- Wait, Charles, I'll go!

- Woo! - Aw!

- Burn, baby, burn! - Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Yeah! - Busted!

- What the hell's going on? Jesus Christ!

Are you guys crazy?

This area is a fire hazard!

That's what the signs meant on the way up here!

Are you trying to start a forest fire?

Now, come on guys!

You can't be that stupid!

- Whoa, what are you looking at me for, man?

Don't call me stupid!

- Chill out, Chuck!

Nobody ever taught us how to make a campfire.

I mean, what do you want from us?

- Okay, all right, it's no big deal.

Maybe I'll show you how to start a campfire

tomorrow night, all right?

Right now, I'm just a little busy inside.

- Busy?

Busy what?

Screwing Holly?

- Damn.

- I heard that.

- She's got guts!

I'll give her that!

- Melissa, what has gotten into you?

- Nothing.

- You've been acting like a spoiled brat

ever since we picked you up at the airport.

- You didn't pick me up.

Holly did.

- Well, that's what this is all about, isn't it?

Look, I don't know what you could possibly have

against Holly, because you don't even know her.

- I don't wanna know her.

- Well, that's an intelligent attitude.

Look, Melissa, I brought you along in this trip

because you said you wanted to come.

- I said I wanted to be with you.

- I'm sorry.

All I ask is that you not blame whatever you've got

against me on Holly.

She's a wonderful person.

And I know when the two of you get to know each other,

you could be friends.

- You se e my do - Yah! o

- What the hell's wrong with you, are you sick?

- Yeah, I'm just,

I'm just, I'm working something out.

- I see you, man.

I've given you shit and you've taken it.

When you got here in the woods, man, it's like you scared.

You know, always tripping on your own shadow.

- Um, sometimes when I'm alone, I just get dizzy.

- See, nah, man! You gotta be like my dog, man!

You've got be able to run all hell into it, man!

Don't be scared of nothing!

You gonna be all right.

Yo, Bru.

Say, yo man.

Go get some help, man.

Go get some help, man!

Hurry up!

- Charles! - Oh, Jesus.

What now?

- There's something wrong with Panic's dog!

- Jesus.

He shouldn't have brought his dog.

Where are my pants?

- Brutus?

Brutus?

- It sounded like his dog was screaming,

and then he just took off!

And I don't know...

- What happened?

- Brutus, he just...

he was scratching, and then he wouldn't move.

I said "Brutus," and he didn't know who I was.

He didn't know who I was!

I said "Brutus!"

And he wouldn't move!

He wouldn't move!

Brutus!

- What are you gonna do?

- Look, I don't belong here, man!

Shit!

Why Brutus, man, huh?

I should've never brought my dog to this fucking nightmare!

Damn!

See?

I figured it'd be me who would get in a drive-by shooting,

but my dog, my fucking dog would be okay!

Look, I'm out of here, man!

I've had enough of this Bonanza bullshit!

- Come on, you're just a little crazy now.

- Crazy?

You open your mouth 'til I'm gone

and I'll show you just how crazy I can be.

- Switch to tag three.

- Morning! - Morning, Sheriff.

Thanks for coming.

Something must have happened.

It seemed rabid and then it just died.

- What a mess.

Could be rabid, I guess.

Could be just about anything.

Might wanna take him down to Doc Cate's though,

just to make sure.

Hungry, Sheriff?

- No, thanks.

Long as I'm here, Jarvis Tanner, a local fella,

never came home last night.

About yay tall, shaggy brown hair, going bald.

- Haven't seen him.

- Well, he'll probably turn up.

Sorry to bother you.

- Hey guys, where's Panic?

Could you please go wake him up?

- Sure.

- Tyler, what's the matter?

- He's not there.

He's gone.

- Gone?

- Back to LA.

- What?

- Well, he left last night.

He said he was gonna try and hitch a ride or something.

- Oh, you've got to be kidding me!

- Tyler, why didn't you say something?

I mean, you know you guys are my responsibility.

- Oh, this is just great. - Shit!

- Well, like I wanted him to go?

Come on, this is my fault?

What, like I didn't try to stop him?

- Tyler! - Tyler, get back here.

- It's always somebody else's fault,

isn't it, dad?

Tyler!

- Fuck!

- It's not your fault, Tyler, my dad's just an asshole.

- I told him it was stupid to go.

- Hey, don't worry about Panic.

Panic will be fine. If he can survive out in the city,

he can survive out here, right?

Panic will be fine.

- Tyler, I'm gonna go look for Panic, you wanna come?

- What?

- I'm gonna go look for Panic, you wanna join me?

- In the woods? - Yeah.

I've got to take Brutus down to the vet.

I thought maybe we'd see Panic somewhere along the road.

- Come on, Tyler, I'll go too.

- No, Melissa, I'd rather you stay here.

Holly's gonna need some support.

- Dad, no!

- Melissa, please.

- I sure hope Panic's all right.

- I think Panic can pretty well take care of himself.

You know, Tyler, I can't help but notice

you seem pretty uncomfortable up here.

Actually, you seem pretty afraid most of the time.

- I guess I am.

- Well, what happened to you?

- My dad and I went camping when I was about eight.

He got drunk and took off.

So, I was lost in the woods for a couple of days.

I just held onto a tree.

It's all I really remember.

But it just keeps getting worse and worse, you know?

I mean, I couldn't even go to school sometimes last year.

It's pretty embarrassing to keep throwing up in the hallway.

- So, your father thought

trial by fire might be the cure for you?

- Yeah, he's not much into doctors.

I wanna get better, though.

It's just, when I'm alone, I get scared.

- Shit!

Don't look too hard for me.

- It's certainly not a snakebite.

There seems to be a foreign mass under the sternum.

A thoracic tumor wouldn't induce the kind of behavior

you were describing.

Huh.

Strange, can't seem to find any plasma.

- What does that mean?

- That means something drained your dog of all his blood.

- I don't understand.

What could have caused that?

- Hey.

What's going on here?

Where the hell did you people come from?

Hold the door!

- My God, hang on!

Hang on!

- Charles, Charles!

- When in doubt, squish.

- I think this is like the thing that attacked me

and Melissa yesterday.

- What is it?

- Ixodes dammini. Judging from the mandibles

and the pseudo-head, a wood tick.

- Ticks do not get this big.

- It's a tick, severely altered, but a tick all the same.

- What happened to it?

- The specimen's been covered with something.

Possibly an herbal steroid.

- Steroid? - It's illegal,

but some of the farmers up here use it

on their marijuana fields to accelerate growth.

But that's between us, understand?

This tick has undergone a radical modification.

From your description of the dog's behavior,

this may have even strengthened the tick's neurotoxin.

- An anesthetic? - Precisely.

When a tick bites, it numbs you, so you don't feel it.

In some cases, it can produce a hallucinatory state.

Your dog may have been hallucinating,

like he was on an LSD trip or something.

- What if there are more of these out there?

- What the?

Oh, mother, uh!

Argh!

Oh, man!

Ah!

Oh, my God!

uh!

Ah!

uh!

Oh, God!

- Hey, Melissa?

Why don't you take everyone down to the pond and go fishing?

- Nobody wants to fish.

- Did you ask them?

Kelly, do you wanna go fishing?

That's one.

Hey. - Suck my -- whoops!

Hiya, Holly.

- Hi.

How would you two like to go fishing with Melissa and Kelly?

- Man, I'm allergic to fish.

- You're not allergic to fish, Rome.

- Ask mi madre.

- Okay.

Well, you can just as easily sunbathe by the pond, though,

couldn't you?

- What, are you trying to get rid of us?

- No, I just think it's time you guys had some fun together.

- Hey, I'm having too much fun already!

- Dee Dee, what about you?

- Oh, I got to stay in the shade.

You know that ozone thing.

- Right.

What do you say, Melissa?

Take Kelly fishing?

- Yes, I'll take Kelly fishing.

- Thank you.

- I knew this wasn't a trail to the pond.

Have you ever been fishing before?

Do you like fish?

I knew we shouldn't have gone fishing.

Why are we going fishing?

- Well, because Holly wants us to have fun.

- Hey, I didn't know you could talk.

- Sometimes, I just don't wanna talk.

- Well, you sure had me fooled.

- Well, I didn't mean to fool anybody.

- I didn't mean it like that.

- After I was raped, I just had nothing to say.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- I don't know what I would've done

if it hadn't been for Holly, though.

I wasn't been able to talk to my parents about it,

but Holly, I can talk to her.

She understands.

You should give her a chance.

- Oh, I hate this!

Why can't we go back to the cabin?

Holly would never know!

- She'll know, and I don't want her to think I'm a sleaze.

- Gee, thanks.

- Not like that.

I promised I wouldn't.

Holly hates lies, man, more than anything.

- What are we doing here?

- This can't be it.

Who'd fish in a pond like this?

- I don't know, this is where Holly told us to go.

I guess this is it.

- Okay.

- What if we run into one of those cash croppers?

- I'll kick his redneck ass.

- I'll kick his redneck ass.

- Here I come!

Ah!

Here I come!

Woo!

- When we were in town, that rank guy,

the younger one who came to camp,

you should have seen the way he looked at me.

Made me feel so weird.

Hey, hey!

You got a bite, you got a bite!

Reel it in, reel it in!

- I'm reeling it in.

- Faster, faster, he's just going to get away!

- I know what I'm doing!

It's stuck. - It's stuck?

- Get the net!

The net!

Come on, the net!

- What now?

- Go in the pond!

- I'm not going in there.

- Go in the pond!

Hurry!

It's gonna get away.

Melissa!

Hurry up!

Come on, the line's gonna break!

- Gross.

- Pull up the line!

- This must be a big one!

Help me!

Help me!

- It's okay, it's okay, come on!

- It's a ship -- - Shh!

Come on, let's go.

- Dee, where'd you go?

I'm gonna leave you out here with these rednecks!

I will!

- Help mel

Please!

I can't see you!

Help me!

Here, take the gun!

I can't see you, take the gun!

I'm infested!

Shoot me!

Shoot me!

Oh!

- Where the hell am I?

- Well, what do we have here?

- Looks like a wannabe digger, sir.

- A young entrepreneur, eh?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- California's finest.

- Man, I ain't after your goddamn ganja.

I'm trying to get my ass back to LA!

- Must be hell to comb!

No, not yet!

- Yes sir.

- Tell me, young man,

do you like me?

- Say yes, sir.

I'm a faggot.

- Yes, sir, you're a faggot!

- Let's kill him first.

- Sir!

- Let's kill him first, sir!

- That's not an altogether bad idea, Jerry.

- Ah!

Good one!

I'm gonna carve you a new one, boy!

- Huh?

- Yeeah!

Oh!

Squeal and die!

Oh, god!

- I'll fucking kill you!

You're gonna skin me?

Fuck you!

Come on, come on!

You fuck!

You country fuck!

- I'm gonna kill that some of a bitch!

- Come on!

- Oh!

- I shot him!

- Where is he?

- Come on, come on!

He won't last down there!

- He's seen too much!

All the weed, it's getting all burned up!

- Forget about it! - The weed!

The weed!

- Everything's gonna be fine, Dee.

Rome's got you, now.

Rome's got you, now.

You hanging in there, Dee?

- I'm infested!

- Dee, what?

It's okay, it's me! Come here!

It's okay, it's okay.

- Look!

- What the hell?

- What happened?

- She's talking real crazy shit!

Something is really wrong with her, man!

She got bit by some bug.

- Must be that neurotoxin. - Don't worry, babe.

Everything's gonna be all right.

- All right, let's go get the others.

Then we can take her into town.

- Charles, where are you?

Thank God.

- Tyler, get the door.

- Jesus!

- It's okay, just give her room!

- What happened?

- She was bitten by an infected tick.

- What?

- Daddy!

- What is it, sweetheart?

- We think the Sheriff's been Killed.

The girls found a body in the pond and a bullet hole

through the Sheriff's Jeep.

I wanna get the kids out of here as soon as possible.

Here, put this on her. - All right.

Let's get our stuff packed and get moving

before it gets any darker.

- I'll get Dee Dee's things!

- I'll help!

- I'll get yours, bro. - Thanks, man.

- Any sign of Darrel? - No.

Damn, that crazy kid!

- You know, contrary to what you think,

Charles, these are all good kids.

- I know. - Daddy!

- There's a huge fire and a whole bunch

of those tick things headed this way!

- Lock the door, get away from it!

Jesus H. Christ!

- Open the goddamned door!

- Don't let him in!

- Open up in there!

- We have no dope!

- Charles, you can't leave him out there!

- No!

- Charles!

- Oh, Jesus!

- Oh .

You people have just saved our lives.

And for that, we're eternally grateful.

But there's bugs everywhere.

The fire has got them agitated.

- They're every-goddamn-where.

- What the?

- We're taking the van into town.

You can ride with us.

- You've just read my mind.

Excuse me, Jerry needs some medical attention.

- I'll get the first aid kit.

- Yeah.

What seems to be the problem over here?

- She was bitten by one of those bugs.

- Oh.

- Yeah, they bite like a son of a bitch.

- Holly.

Holly!

- We gotta get going, Charles.

- Yeah, I'm just worried about how

we're gonna get out to the van.

- Just send one of the kids.

- We're not sending one of the kids.

- Why don't you go, Jerry?

Bring the van around for all of us?

- Like hell.

- Sir.

- No, sir, I ain't going.

- Holly!

Help!

Help me!

- Darrel.

- Let me in!

- Don't answer it! - Come on, guys!

- I said...

- Open the door!

- Don't answer it.

- Holly!

- Hey! - Darrel!

- Hey, close the goddamn door!

- I'm right here. - Hold him down.

- I'm right here.

Charles, help him.

- He's having a seizure.

Protect his head!

- Hold him. - Get off! Get off!

- Don't touch it!

- Melissa, get something!

Darrel, I'm right here.

- Come on, relax.

- What's that? - Those are my blues!

- What's that? - Steroids.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh, Darrel.

Darrel, I'm right here.

- I'm here.

Here.

- No, don't touch it!

You'll -- watch the head!

Panic, where's your lighter?

- Darrel, Darrel!

- It will work!

Look out!

- I'm right here, Darrel.

I'm right here.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about a thing.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

What is it, Darrel? - They did it to me.

They did it.

They did it.

They did it to me.

- Okay, kid.

- I appreciate your grief, but, well,

we best be moving on, unless we want those bugs

to get the rest of us.

- Bugs don't use guns.

Somebody shot him.

- Just like somebody killed the Sheriff.

- What the hell you saying?

It was us, huh?

Huh?

- Nobody's saying anything!

- That's right, no one's saying anything except me!

You dig?

- They know, sir.

They know about our operation.

I say Kill him, every stinking one of ‘em!

- First, I require the keys to the van.

The keys to the van, s'il vous plait.

- Don't do it, man!

We'll never get out of here!

Ah!

- No!

- Hey, listen up, Romeo!

- Charles!

- Leave the kid alone!

Ah!

- Charles!

Get the first aid kit!

The first aid kit!

- Here!

- No, no, no!

- Stop it!

- People, please refrain from further stupidity.

You're wasting my bullets.

- You got to feel him, sir.

He's all slippery, how you like ‘em.

- Qily, very oily.

Don't you ever wash your hair, young man?

- Stop it!

- Enough! - Yes, sir.

- If don't have the keys to the van in my hand,

like, pronto, I'm gonna feed you folks, one by one,

to our hungry friends outside.

- Say yes sir, it's dinner time.

If they ain't gonna cooperate, sir,

I say we should have some real fun with them.

- Charles, give me the keys.

- All right!

All right! - Here!

- So, all we need now is a chauffeur.

- Yeah, but the kids don't drive.

- Sounds like you're volunteering.

- You can't send her, sir, she'll go straight to the law.

- The law is dead, Jerry, remember?

- What about the fire?

They'll be all over this place like flies.

- Well, that's very good thinking, Jerry.

Now, go around and get the van.

- Not me!

Forget it!

No way!

- Yes, sir.

- Ah!

Please, sir, don't make me do this!

- Get the van!

Stinking bugs!

Oh, shit!

- Come on, Jerry, my good boy. Come on.

- No!

You're dead!

- Murderer!

- No!

You're dead!

- Killer!

- No!

- No, Jerry!

- Get down everybody!

Watch out!

- Is everybody okay?

- Okay.

We're fine.

- Everybody, try and stay calm!

- Not so fast!

- Oh, man!

- And don't get any fancy ideas!

- What the hell do you want from us?

- I want out of this bitch alive!

- They're in!

- It's an invasion!

- Charles, there.

- Help me get over there.

- Let's get out of here.

- Guys -- - Come on, guys!

Let's go, go, go!

o - Holly! 0, get it, people!

Get it!

- We got to get out of here!

- They want blood?

I'll give them blood!

Get the criminal out on the porch!

That ought to keep them busy for a while!

- No, don't! - Melissa!

- Ow, ow!

- You wanna make it out to some ?

Be my guest!

- You can't get out of here without us!

- Shut up! - We can make it as a group!

You'll never get out of here alone!

- That's a risk I'm willing to take!

- You let go of my daughter, you son of a bitch!

- Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

- Somebody help me!

- Give me that!

- Darrel.

Darrel.

My god!

Charles, what's happening?

- Everybody, get upstairs! - Let's go!

- Move it! - Let's go!

- Rome, help me out here!

Hurry up! - Close the door!

- Get in, come on!

- Hurry up! - And watch it!

- Charles, Melissa, help me tie this rope.

- Watch it!

- How close is the fire?

- Too close for comfort, Chuck!

- I think we need to get down to the van.

- Yeah. - That's suicide, man!

- I think there's a way!

- What is she gonna do? - Watch.

- Good work, Kelly!

- Good idea.

- Charles, who do we send?

- I'm there, man! - No, no.

Stay here with Dee Dee, I'll go.

- Are you nuts? - No, man.

Look, my panic disorder is acting up.

I gotta get out of this room, okay?

- Are you gonna be okay, Tyler?

- Yeah, we'll all be okay. Just let me get out of here.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Sure, man. I mean, if I can manage to swing out far enough

and then defy the laws of gravity

and meet the van on the back swing.

I'll need a torch!

- Ah!

- Push me up high, Rome!

- There you go, man!

Go!

- Be careful, Tyler!

- Tyler!

Tyler, get up!

Ow!

- Ty, look out!

Bugs are everywhere!

- Tyler, get out of there!

Tyler. - Tyler, get the broom!

Tyler!

- The van is only 20 feet behind you!

Just make a run for it, kid!

- All right! - All right, kid!

- You guys tying that? - Yeah!

- Come on, guys!

- All right, let's get out and be quick about it!

- Let's do it!

Move it, move it, move it!

- Clear a path! - Move it!

- Oh, shit!

- All right, everybody out now!

- All right, Dee, let's go!

- Come on!

- Hurry up! - Charles!

You got it, you got it! You're almost there!

- Hold on, dad. - Just a little further.

Go, go Melissa!

Get to your dad, hurry, hurry!

- Son of a bitch!

Come on, Holly!

God, help me!

Help!

- Somebody help him!

- Melissa, light this and toss to me when I call for it!

Hold on, Rome! - Get it off!

Get it off!

- Shit!

Throw me the torch!

- Get him, Ty!

- Rome, give me your hand!

Come on!

- Hold on, I got you.

Hold on tight!

- Drive, Tyler, drive!

- Go, go!

- Yeah, sucker!

- Oh, Dad!