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Manny, it's Jim. You copy? Over.

I copy. What's up? Over.

I'm over at the IGC.

Wind's kicked up some trouble.

Knocked the radio wave
uptake arm off kilter

and loosened some connections.

Should I call Cecil?

Na, no trouble. I'm taking care of it.
Should be fine.

Hey, what about the battery?

Hold on.

Uh, according to the schedule,
it's just about time.

You might as well change it since
you're out there.

Roger.

Note that down on the schedule.
Over and out.

Will do.

Does everyone have
everyone else's keys

just in case we lock ourselves out?

Yeah, Jodi, Tyler, and I do.

Accidentally locking myself out
of my own bunker

isn't even a remote possibility.

I use codes.

Now what does he want?

I don't suppose you just
stopped by to gas up?

Got an assignment for you.

Hey, hey, that's our deal
and you know it.

Well, not that I mind the little
adventures you send us on,

but I wouldn't exactly call it a deal.

Well, I do.

I call it coercion.

You serve your country, your country
allows you to live here in peace.

Against its better judgment.

Oh, you don't like it?

I'll have a US Marshal out here
to evict you before daybreak.

All right. What is it?

Toluca, New Mexico. Near Alamogordo.

It's surrounded by BLM land.

That's why I'm involved.

Looks like they might have themselves
a little Graboid problem.

They might? What's the evidence?

Well, uh, some people have, uh,
disappeared over the last six months.

Last one went missing two nights ago.

And that's why they believe
Graboids are to blame?

No, that's what my department thinks.

So what do the Toluca people think?

Who cares?

Fine. Fine. Play your little game.

But without any proof
the Graboids are the problem,

then I see no need for my services.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

I need your services to prove
it's a Graboid problem

because the Tolucans

think it's a government conspiracy
to cover up the disappearances.

You want me to disprove
a government conspiracy?

Are you sure you're talking
to the right Burt Gummer?

Look. Go to Toluca.

Set up your little gizmos,
look for Graboids.

Find any, kill them before they turn
into those little Shrieker things.

If you don't,

leave.

If I uncover a government conspiracy...

You won't.

You sure don't travel light.

Don't really know what we're
actually hunting, do we?

Twitchell's so out
of the loop sometimes,

he could have us
walking into anything.

But you're kind of hoping it is
a conspiracy, aren't you?

Oh, I take no pleasure in being
right about such things.

At this point, nothing
would satisfy me more

than to finally use my Barrett 50
on a real Graboid.

Bought this special
for dispatching Graboids.

But because of El Blanco's
special status,

never had the opportunity to test it
under battlefield conditions.

Oh, to see what she's capable of

when face-to-face with a worm.

You two wanna be alone for a while?

We need to get moving.
Got a long ride ahead of us.

Load your gear. Let's go.

Got everything I need right here.

Socks, extra T-shirt, underwear.

No toothbrush?

I thought I'd borrow yours.

Local watering hole, always
a good place to start.

Then why didn't we start here

instead of setting up
geophones before eating?

Without those geophones,
we'd be flying blind.

Better to eat later
than be eaten sooner.

They're flying blind. Yet they
seem to be eaters, not eatees.

They're geologically fortuitous.

The town's on bedrock. Graboid-proof.

But the surrounding
area is vulnerable.

Grab us a table.

Try not to offend
the fortuitous locals.

You have to go again?

No, no, you're kidding.
That's ridiculous.

And they told Irene Escaveda

she should check every
drunk tank in the state

before she declared Pablo missing.

Sounds like they knew Pablo.

Red.

Cover-up's bad enough.

Do they have to insult people's
intelligence and hurt their feelings, too?

That's how they do it.

Spoken like a man who's
familiar with the turf.

All too well, sir. All too well.

Let me get you a menu.

Welcome to Helen's. I'm Red Landers.

My wife and I own the place.

Burt. You, uh... You must be Helen.

Rosie. We took over
the place after Helen...

Well, after Helen disappeared.

So you've heard all
the official party lines.

What do you folks think
happened to your neighbors?

Well, if you ask Rosie,
she'll tell you it's the alien problem

and that the government
won't do anything about it.

They don't even want to admit
we have an alien problem.

I'm all for someone
seeking a better life,

but not to the detriment
of law-abiding Americans.

Absolutely. Protection
is all we're asking for.

It's all any of us ask of our country.

Protect our borders.

Keep us safe to live
our lives as we see fit.

Hear, hear.

If some people wanna visit the mother
ship, that's their prerogative.

Absolutely.

The mother ship?

But they must be returned safely.

What's happening now is wrong
and we're defenseless.

Cecil thinks the mother ship
might arrive soon

to return our loved ones.

That's just Cecil's grief talking.
The man is in denial.

You're talking about space aliens.

Of course.

Uh, Burt, I gotta talk to you.

Yeah, they think aliens
abducted their citizens.

Uh, I know, and this local paper says

they're trying to
communicate with them,

which is what I wanted to
talk to you about before...

You're all nuts.

You said something like that.

Nuts?

Remember what I said
about offending the locals?

Did he just call us loco?

No. No, I said locals...

No, I think you were
right the first time.

I beg your pardon.

That's my wife you're talking about.

Hey, don't get up.
We were just leaving.

No wonder Twitchell was so evasive.

Twitchell? You mean W.D. Twitchell,
the Department of Interior?

Listen up, y'all.

I just saw a report saying
the government is sending someone

to prove that aliens haven't been
taking our neighbors.

And that someone is none other
than that Burt Gummer guy.

The Graboid hunter.

There he is. That's him.

Oh, a government plant.

I beg your pardon!

Did you hear what
that woman called me?

Government plant, my eye.

Okay, I checked us in.

Most of the rooms are being painted
so we gotta share a room.

Share a...
I'm not gonna sleep with you!

We're sharing a room, not a bed.
We get our own beds.

Jeez, Burt, what'd I tell you
about drawing attention to yourself?

We're here to do a job. We'll do it
as fast as we can, then get out.

I even checked us in under pseudonyms.

Mulder and Scully. You're Scully.

Who?

Welcome to the Cecil Carr show.

They're among us.
They're always among us.

Some take us, some infiltrate.

Others, pawns of the government,

simply betray us.

That's right, America.

The enemy always lurks
in the sheltering shadows.

But today, something truly
astounding has occurred.

He's emerged in broad daylight
right here in Toluca,

my hometown.

He answers to the name Burt Gummer.

And he's trying to convince us
that the danger lies beneath us,

not above us.

Ignore his poison.

- Ignore his poison?
You know he's a pawn of the government.

For a local hotel, they got some
great showerheads.

Someone I don't even know is
slandering me on national radio.

Soon enough, he'll be proved wrong.

They'll all be proved...

So shut it off.

When he wasn't trashing me,

he was giving an ETA
on the mother ship.

He's got everyone
buying into this crap.

They have a fire evacuation plan.

They also have
an alien abduction plan,

suggested sounds for communicating
with extraterrestrials,

and instructions for de-freezing
your watch dial.

De-freezing?

Well, according to experts,

if you have a close encounter
like a spaceship landing,

time freezes up.

And if you happen to be
in your car at the time,

your radio gets all
staticky and stuff.

Dear God, you're one of them.

If you occasionally watched TV, you
would know some of this stuff, too.

Doesn't mean I believe it.

Well, they're a pathetic bunch,
those who do believe it.

Can't imagine spending
my entire life paranoid

over some ridiculous obsession.

You can't.

What?

You wear socks to bed?

Get out of here, government scum!

No, don't!
Probably glass on the floor.

Besides, you don't know if they're
just trying to draw us out.

Look at this.

What you got there?

"Be gone or be dead."

So you're saying someone threw
this rock through your window?

Your powers of deduction
leave me speechless.

From what I heard, that'd be a first.

Look, Officer, I'm sure you'll
eventually come to the same conclusion.

But let me cut to the chase.

Someone threatened our lives here.

Be gone or be dead.

And you saw this person?

No, they... They drove away

before we got a chance
to get a good look.

But you saw how angry people were
in that restaurant last night.

It could've been any one of them.

Or Cecil Carr.

I heard his show.
The man is certifiable.

Hey! He's the voice of America.

We are damn honored to have
a national hero reside here in Toluca.

Since his wife was abducted,

he never stopped trying to contact
the aliens that took her.

I take it they're not
returning his calls.

Okay. Okay. It probably wasn't Cecil.

He doesn't even know
what we look like.

Look like?

Hell, we don't even know who you are.

Edgar, the desk clerk, says no one
by the name of Gummer or Reed

is registered here.

He thinks one of you is Scully
and the other one is Mulder.

Uh, I used pseudonyms.

Oh. You mean false identities.

The usual tools
of government cover-up.

We are not with the government.

We're here to find out if you
got Graboids. Plain and simple.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We heard all about it on Cecil's show.

Now you guys wanna pretend
we got a worm problem.

I think you need to show
a little more respect

for something that could
rear up out of the ground

and consume you whole.

Do yourself a favor.

Forget about the rock.

Take your obsession with
the worm and get out of town.

I'm gonna leave the motor running, Burt.

Maybe we can lure him back
to the scene of his last meal.

These people think I'd be
part of a government cover-up.

Infuriating.

Maybe they're the ones covering up.

You know, I was thinking.

What if there's actually
a killer on the loose?

We know aliens aren't to blame.

We haven't seen a Graboid all morning.

Twitchell should've
called the FBI, not us.

Might as well call Heston a liberal.

Okay, enough already.

You're upset they think you're a Fed.

I got it. It's time to let go.

Now, how'd you like it if somebody
called you a... You know.

Paramilitary paranoid?

I'd consider the source
before I reacted.

Come on. We're talking about people
who believe in mother ships.

Who cares what they think?

You gotta admit, Burt,

the intergalactic communicator's
kind of cool.

There was an article
about it back at Helen's.

It's like this giant tape recorder

that can pick up any communications
from outer space.

This is real. These things actually
exist with, you know, NASA types.

Did you see the movie Contact?

If there's life out there and
it wants to leave a message,

that's the answering machine.

Sends out radio signals
aliens might respond to.

I recognize that sound.

We got ourselves a Graboid
at two o'clock.

He's heading our way.

Yeah. So much for the alien
and serial killer theories.

Well, Twitchell wasn't
so out of the loop this time.

Time to break out the truck bait.

Here she comes.

Rises for the bait and...

You and Old Betsy here

finally consummate your relationship.

Old Betsy. Davy Crockett's rifle.

I knew that.

What? What's your problem?

- There's no picture.
- Oh, for Christ...

Geophones went dead.

I think we just became Graboid bait.

Freeze.

That was cool. Weird, but cool.

Totally ignored the truck bait.

I've been doing this for years.
Never... Never happened before.

Why now?

Let's check our lines.
Retrace our steps.

I'll lean out and
scoop up my geophones.

Without my geophones,
these people are defenseless.

Easy does it.

And here's another one.

Got it!

What do you think? Angry jackrabbit
with a ball peen hammer?

All right, let's go back to the IGC,

the last place we
encountered the Graboid.

Somebody must've followed
us out here and watched us set up.

How did we not see them?

That's because there was
no one to see, Tyler.

Just like no one threw
that rock in our window.

Maybe it was our sharp-witted
deputy after all.

What's he doing?

Cheating death.

Think we ought to warn him?

Even though every fiber of my being
tells me to drive away.

Get back in your car and freeze!

There's a Graboid on the loose!

What?

Graboid!

- Idiots.
- Hey, Burt, look.

It's heading towards the IGC.

We gotta save this guy.

Cross in front of it.

Try to get it to follow us.

I've been waiting
a long time for this.

Hang on, Burt.

What the...

It's still headed for him.

Get over there.
Maybe I can get a shot off.

Garcia! Get on top of your car!

You guys are pathetic.

Hurry up!

Move!

Whoa!

Whoa! Back it up. Back it up.

Hurry, Burt, hurry.

Guess little green men
ain't Toluca's problem.

Why are you driving Manny's car?
Where's Manny?

Those are the Feds.

Afraid I've got some bad news.

Your deputy's been killed.

Manny Garcia's dead.

If your deputy hadn't been out
in the desert sabotaging my geophones,

he might still be alive.

Manny never sabotaged a thing.

But we all heard about your false
police report you filed this morning.

No one in this town
would threaten you.

Pretty sad to take to trashing your
own equipment just to make a point.

Or maybe you wanna
blame me for that, too.

Like you blamed me
for your broken window.

You tell 'em, Cecil.

Cecil.

Cecil Carr. I should've known.

The big mouths usually come
attached to small minds.

At least I'm no government stooge.

I don't cover up the truth with lies.

You might get the officials
to blame those worms

for what's happening here,

but you won't fool the people
of Toluca or my listeners.

Who're you gonna blame for this?

Oh, dear God. What happened to him?

A Graboid happened to him, people.

That's the reason folks
have been disappearing.

The others were eaten whole.

But in this case,
we scared off the Graboid

before he could finish his meal.

And you and your pal just happened
to be there when this all took place.

How convenient.

Don't you see what they've done?

They need evidence of Graboids.

What better way to convince us
than to do this?

What? We did not kill your friend.

It's all part of the government plot

to prove there's no alien menace.

Get your murderous
hands out of the way,

so we can take Manny to the morgue.

We better give them time to calm down.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd swear you were packing to leave.

I've been called a government plant,
a pawn, a traitor,

a liar, and now, a murderer.

My life's been threatened.

Call me sensitive,
but I don't think I'm wanted here.

You aren't wanted anywhere, Burt,

but that's never stopped you before.

These people don't need my help.

They need strong
prescriptive medicine.

Probably so, but the Burt
I know isn't a quitter.

Even if I wanted to keep trying,

I don't have the equipment.

No geophones.

And this Graboid wasn't attracted
to the remote control truck.

Maybe there's more
than one way to skin a worm, Burt.

Remember when we drove around

trying to distract it from Garcia?

Yeah. Yeah. Ignored us.

Because it found vibrations
it liked better than ours.

Out in that desert?

Gila monsters and rattlers

are insufficient enticement
for a Graboid.

Maybe.

But the mother of all answering
machines is plenty enticing enough.

That pseudo space phone.

AKA, IGC.

Where is that map Twitchell gave me?

- Here.
- Here.

It lists all the places
where people were last seen

or headed to when they disappeared.

It didn't mean that much
to me at first,

but now that I know about the IGC...

Well, everyone was taken
in the vicinity of the IGC,

which is in the middle of the desert,
which is where spaceships always land.

So that's why everybody thought
these were alien abductions.

I'm just trying
to understand their reasoning.

Not the wisest use of time, my friend.

So we turn off the IGC and
it goes after the truck.

You and Old Betsy keep
your date with destiny.

Come on.

We've got an intergalactic
communicator to unplug.

Come on, Burt.
Focus now. Deep breaths.

Wait, where you going?

Now you've really crossed the line.

How many times is this guy
gonna interrupt my meal?

Threaten me, call me names,
destroy my equipment.

I can let all that slide.

But attack my power wagon?

You'll get yourself a war.

Whoa, Patton, take it easy.

It seems to me you fellas
have stirred up enough trouble,

- so why don't you turn around
and head out of town? - Yeah.

That's what we're gonna do
as soon as we turn off your IGC.

What?

You can't do that.

The vibrations apparently
draw the Graboid in.

You're trying to attract space aliens,

but instead you're ringing
the dinner bell for a land shark

which uses sonar to hunt its prey.

Think about it, Cecil.

Did your wife ever go out there

and change the battery,
like Tucker did?

Or check the readouts?

See?

Because people go out there
on a regular basis to monitor it,

the worm has learned it'll find
food on a regular basis.

It's... It's like a Yellowstone bear
that's discovered the garbage dump.

I've heard your radio show, Cecil.

You're a bright guy.
You understand what I'm saying.

Destroy the IGC,
destroy your Graboid bait.

And Burt and I can use our
experience to destroy the Graboid.

The IGC is this town's lifeblood.

It's our link to the cosmos.

Our best hope of communicating with
those who have taken our people.

Chance to get my wife back.

If I was her,
I'd stay with the aliens.

Burt!

The transparency of your
plan is laughable.

Of course, your solution
is to destroy it.

It's all part of
the government conspiracy.

There is no government conspiracy!

These men wanna suppress the truth.

Well, it's never gonna happen.

Not while Cecil Carr is around to shine
the beacon of light into the darkness.

And tonight that beacon will shine
brighter than ever before.

Isn't anyone here willing
to listen to another side?

Uh, boys, listen to me.

Just cut your losses and leave.

I mean, if it'll speed things up,

you can take the tires off
my pickup to replace yours.

Probably got the same bolt pattern.

Come on.

All these folks are just fattening
themselves up for the kill.

These things'll never last under
the weight of my power wagon.

Ah, they'll make it to Alamogordo.

We can buy the right ones there.

I'll drive till then.

I... I know some tricks about
squeezing a few more miles

out of worn hides
when the situation requires.

All right.

You know, I can't believe
these space cadets

are trying to run us out of town.

They're not running
us out of any place.

We have a plan, a gun
and a worm to kill.

You'll wanna put these in your ears
when I fire this thing.

Where's the IGC?

It's gotta be Carr.

He took it so we couldn't.

We don't stop him,
that egomaniacal lunatic's

gonna get a lot of
innocent people killed.

Hey, you guys.

Hey, I've been in here three times
and I still haven't had a meal.

I gave you the tires off my truck
to get out of town.

If you fellas don't think
we're serious about this,

you got another thing coming.

Where's Cecil Carr?

Probably preparing for his broadcast.

Well, the IGC's missing.
He might've taken it.

So what if he did?
It belongs to him.

Where's he live?

Like we'd tell you.

Look, if people here don't speak up,

someone in your town
is gonna die today.

Okay. Okay.

Guys, you win.

There's no use pretending anymore.

There is a government conspiracy.

And, yes, Burt and I were
sent here to cover it up.

The truth is your people
were abducted by aliens.

- Tyler.
- No, Burt.

It's time we came clean.

What you don't know,

what we haven't... The government
haven't been telling you,

is that the Graboids are the aliens.

For the love of Pete!

For the love of
all of these people, Burt.

And I know I speak for you when I say

I can no longer abide by
the secrecy we've been sworn to.

Not when human lives are at stake.

Am I right, Agent Gummer?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

But I've never heard of extraterrestrials
who look like those worms.

Of course not.

That whole thing about
silvery creatures, big heads,

little green men,
all a part of the scam.

We purposely steered you off course.

We let you believe that
the threat came from above,

not below.

That's exactly what Cecil says
in his radio show.

Yeah, I knew I heard it somewhere.

You see how well it worked?

We even had the master
himself believing

what we wanted him to believe.

But it's all gotten out of hand.

The aliens have started killing
the people they're taking.

It's time we fight back.

The IGC can be an invaluable
source of counterintelligence,

an important weapon that
enables us to win the battle.

Please. You saw Garcia's...

What was left of Garcia's body.

This has to stop.

You have to let us help you.

Well, if you boys can come clean,
I guess we can, too.

Cecil moved the IGC out
to Crichton Canyon.

It's an old meteor
crater north of here.

That's where he is.
Well, let's get out there.

Well, hold on now.

He's out there with a few others,
including Rosie.

Why?

To greet the mother ship
when it returns.

Cecil says all the people who got
abducted are being returned tonight.

He's been receiving messages
through the IGC.

Rosie went out to greet them.

Anyone out there is in grave danger.

Burt and I will drive.
Red, show us the way.

Your vehicle will only get us so far.

Once we're at the canyon,
then it's all on foot.

On foot?

This is a very dangerous situation.

I've got no way of tracking
that worm without geophones.

You got more tracking
gadgets than NASA.

Isn't there something you can rig up?

If I could tap into
an infrared satellite,

we might be able to get
an image of the Graboid

when it's near the surface.

Well, that means someone would
have to go into my bunker

and set up the downlink,
then read me the coordinates.

Call Jodi. She's great with numbers.

I'll have to tell her my security
code to get into my house.

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

Red, let's move out.

I know you're disappointed

that Desert Jack's tour has been
temporarily suspended.

But, you'll be the first people
on your block

with all this official gear.

Chang's.

They'll believe you spent a day
with El Blanco himself.

Hi, Burt. Jodi?

How about Rosalita instead?

That's Burt Gummer
himself on the phone.

The time has finally arrived.

Tonight our loved ones
are coming home.

It's been tough on all of us.

I know your pain.

Without Millie, life hasn't been
the same for me these past few months.

Part of my soul's gone missing.

What if they act strange?

There may be a slight adjustment
period, but it won't be great.

They're coming back on a mission,

to let the world know we're
not alone in the cosmos.

To put to rest the government
conspiracy once and for all.

I'm sorry, Burt.

If we could use cell phones in
the valley, this would be a lot easier.

But we've got no choice,
except for me to relay the info

from you to Rosalita
through the radio.

Oh, wait, hold on. I got Rosalita.

Roger, Rosalita. I read you. Over.

I'm at the front door.

She's at the front door.

Tell her to look for a black button
on the bottom right corner.

Push that down and hold.

There's a black button
on the lower right hand corner.

Push it down and hold.

Black button's down.

Black button's down.

Now, press these digits on the keypad.

Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Easy.

Press Bravo, Charlie...

Wait, there are no digits marked
with Bravo or Charlie.

There aren't any buttons with
Bravo and Charlie.

B as in Bravo, C as in Charlie.

B, C, D, E.

That's the secret code.

So why didn't he just say that
in the first place?

Red light's blinking like
someone's having a heart attack.

She's got a fast blinking light.

Correct.

When it stops blinking,
speak into the intercom

and say the word

"Heather."

Like his ex-wife's name?

Wow. He really has got it bad, huh?

Heather.

Got a buzzing sound.

You can go inside now.

We shall not, we shall not be moved

We shall not, we shall not be moved

Just like a tree that's
standing by the water

We shall...

Okay, okay, just relax.

I'm gonna talk you through this.

You'll do just fine.

Got a worm reading yet?

Greenhorn on point. Touch and go.

We shall not...

Oh, look. There's Red!

I'm so happy he changed
his mind and came out here.

Hi, honey!

Let's go.

No, no, not... Not yet. Not till Burt
gets a reading on the alien's whereabouts.

Locate the X and Y axes
on the satellite grid.

What are they doing here?

Oh dear, I don't know.

Red, what's going on?

Does the X go horizontal or vertical?

Rosalita, how'd I get you direct?

Oh, Nancy figured out
a high-tech solution.

I'm looking at the monitor, Burt.

Now what do you see?

Blinking red light.

Did you say a blinking light?
Is it moving?

Yup. That's a Graboid!

Where?

Which vector is the Graboid on?

Victor? Who the hell's Victor?

A bearing.
Can you give me a bearing?

Um...

Um, down and to the left,
then up a little?

A compass bearing!

Oh, you mean north and south.
I don't do north and south.

- What?
- She's not good with north and south.

Let's get to that IGC!

Rosie. Cecil.

You gotta unplug the IGC
and get out of here.

I knew it, Red.
You were never a true believer.

The Feds brainwash you?

Red, how could you?

No, no. The Feds came clean.
The worms are the aliens.

There's no mother ship
headed here tonight.

Come on, everyone, back to the IGC.

He's digging his heels in now.

Not even any large rocks
to get on top of.

From the east? Are you sure?

No, I am not sure.

Oh, wait, Burt.
I got it, I got it. Okay.

The vector is

on 32 degrees north latitude,

um, 106 degrees west longitude,

on a south... Southeast bearing.

There, I got it.
Aren't you proud of me, Burt?

Incoming! Three o'clock!

Nobody move. Freeze!

I dropped the gun!

Get the gun!

The gun, Tyler!

Hurry up and pick up the gun!

The gun!

No!

Tyler, let go. Get the gun!

Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!

You were right, Burt.

This is one loud gun.

All this time I awaited
our maiden voyage together.

And she sailed with you first.

Feds.

You made the wall.

That's about as big a compliment
as we pay around here.

Aw, you didn't have to.

Hell, it's the least we could do.

You boys deserve to be up here,
with my Millie.

Fine looking woman, Cecil.

You know, since she went missing,
I never mourned her.

She meant the world to me.
I missed her terribly.

But I always believed she'd be back.

He thought the space aliens
would return her.

Sure. Sure, like they often do.

Little worse for the wear,
but unharmed.

Graboids, different breed of alien.

Ruthless, vengeful.

I understand that now,
thanks to you two.

Millie's not coming home.

Now I have to figure out
a way to go on without her.

I tell you, Cecil, it's not easy,
but, uh, hang in there.

You lost your wife to that
underground alien, too?

Let's go, Tyler. Time to move out.

Rosie. Red.

Yup.

Cecil.

Wait. Come on my show tonight.

Um, that won't be necessary.

Really.
I wanna thank you on the air.

Uh, it wouldn't be appropriate.

I'm just a government man
doing his job for the taxpayers.

Don't say a word.

Now that's the Burt Gummer
I know and love.