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(bright music)

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(bikes whooshing)

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(biker gasps)

(biker shouts)

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

(biker laughs) - He looks not okay.

(gentle music)

- [Biker] Do you think anyone ever rides down there?

- I reckon we got mountain bikes for a reason.

(fence clatters)

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(bikes rattle)

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- Come on, ready?

(door clanks and squeaks)

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(footsteps thumping)

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- [Biker] Hey.

(metal clatters)

- Wait, what about where it says hazardous materials?

- Dude, hazardous materials is definitely code

for this is where we keep all the old machine guns.

- Come on, give us a hand. - One, two!

(door rattles) (dramatic music)

(growling echoes faintly) (door rattling)

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(zombie growling)

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(biker screams)

(biker screams)

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(biker whimpering)

(biker screams)

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♪ The wind and the waves push some luck in my direction ♪

- Ah.

You're getting closer. I guess I'm getting rusty.

- This cube sticks. - Ah, sure, good buddy.

(eerie music) - Tiger birds.

Very rare. - Thought they were extinct.

- Just 'cause we ain't seen one in years

don't mean there ain't none.

Especially in there.

(eerie music continues)

- They never leave the canyon.

- They did today.

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- Something must have disturbed 'em.

- You're not thinking of going in there, are you?

- Something feels strange, Tec.

- You see a bunch of extinct birds fly by,

and now you're feeling odd?

- It's not just the birds.

It's, it's, some feels different.

(intense music)

Different inside. - Like inside your body or,

or inside the canyon?

- Tec, you feeling anything?

- Just thought it was my IBS.

- Shaz, what the hell kind of coffee is this anyway?

- Yeah, did you put something in this, Shaz?

Like peyote or something?

- It's not the coffee.

My old ones say there's bad medicine in that canyon.

- Chef, you put something in these eggs?

- Now why are you old Watchdogs

suddenly suspect you're being drugged?

- You know, it's not my gut.

I feel, I feel more alert.

- Like wide awake.

- Yeah, more than ever.

- Something's awake.

There's something down there in that canyon, all right.

And it ain't afraid of us, our little pop-guns, nothing.

(eerie music)

- You boys remember who framed these?

- Who would want to? - That's what I'm asking.

- There was an accident.

- It was more than an accident.

- We're not going back down to the mill, Mose, okay?

- I'm stepping out for some sunshine, fresh air.

Like civilized people.

- Now don't go snooping around now, Mose.

- It's a free country.

(dramatic music)

- Where's he going?

(dramatic music continues)

(motorcycle rumbles)

- 30 years ago, that accident,

that's why we're still sitting here today.

Strange that it's, it's suddenly buggin' Mo.

Something that happened in that mill in that accident,

something that none of us can remember.

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- I've been here before. Not supposed to go back.

Why?

(eerie music)

(footsteps shuffling)

(intense music)

- Hey!

Hey!

Hey, son. Says no trespassing.

(dramatic music)

(figure growling)

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(dramatic music)

- (sniffs) What the hell?

(zombie growling)

(Mose whimpers)

(Mose shouts)

- 22.50, same as always.

- It's time for the check already?

- Mose never came back. - How long's he been gone?

- Didn't you notice you ate a whole breakfast since he left?

(eerie music)

(door squeaks)

- Whoa, check this place out.

The tomb of the ancients.

What's up, old dudes?

- Hey, sorry to barge.

Are you guys open? - Yeah, we're always open

- Door looked old. It thought it'd be hard to move.

- Everything in here is old and hard.

(camera snapping)

- What the fuck? Look.

This is the place I was talking about.

- Kirsten, literally chill one sec.

Is that a quirked up Kappa Continental?

- You know it. Direct copy of a Fender Mustang.

- What do you think he's doing with that calculator?

- More importantly, what are they doing in here?

- Ain't had a new customer in 30 years.

- We're looking for the Steen Mill.

- What do you kids want with that old mill?

- We're making a movie. - A documentary.

- A documentary movie.

- Well, find something else to make a movie about.

That Mill's off limits. - No trespassing.

- Condemned. - Federal property.

- We just drove like 100 miles to get here.

- That's like a lifetime without coverage.

- Can't you guys take us? Looks like it used to work there.

- Off limits is off limits. (dramatic music)

What don't you kids understand about federal property

of the United States government

upon which there is no trespassing?

- Chef, get these kids some grub. You look hungry.

- Okay. - Dehydrated.

- But if you guys take us,

it wouldn't be trespassing, right?

- Yes. And it used to be your job anyway, yo.

- We're the Watchdogs.

That's our job, and there's no way we're letting you

anywhere near that mill.

(dramatic music)

- Sorry, kid. The answer's no.

- Even if I told you that mail belonged to my grandfather?

(dramatic music continues)

- What's your name?

- I am Walter of Walter's World. 300,000 subscribers.

- Kirsten Steen.

I believe you used to work with my grandfather, Henry Steen.

(dramatic music continues)

- Tector, get the keys.

(energetic music) ♪ Chicka chicka pow-pow ♪

♪ Chicka chicka now-now ♪

♪ Wicky-Wicky wow-wow ♪

♪ Chicka-Chicka pow-now ♪

♪ Woo ♪

- Now he's gonna learn it. - Great.

- Are you ready? (laughs) - How old is this Bronco?

- It's a Land Cruiser, kid.

♪ Here we come ♪

♪ It's time to get down ♪

♪ Here we come (indistinct) ♪

- Can you turn on the air condition?

- Wastes gas.

- After leaving the tomb of the ancients,

we're now in the chariot of the gods,

crossing the land that time forgot.

- 30. - 30 what?

- How many days in 30 years? - 10,871,

factoring leap years. - Is that true?

- And just how many of those days can you recall, clearly?

- Something was in that coffee.

Shaz, you put something in that coffee?

- Chef makes the coffee the same every day.

(chef sniffs) (eerie music)

(eerie music continues) (Chef sniffs)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

(dramatic music)

(device whirring)

(device beeping)

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- [Walter] Hey guys, is Count Dracula home,

or do we just walk in?

(door squeaks)

Okay, for the record,

my car totally could have made this drive.

(eerie music)

- Do not film me with that crappy light on my skin.

- [Walter] I won't.

- We should have stayed at the diner.

- We spent enough time at that diner.

- Yeah, but we spent enough time here.

- In the middle of nowhere,

a lonely bike stands on its kickstand.

No evidence surrounding, light breeze in the southwest.

Who left it here, I wonder. - Hey, that's Mose's bike.

(door slams)

- Now that is a mystery.

And if you like mysteries, smash that subscribe button.

There's something going on here.

- It sure looks like it.

(dramatic music)

- They don't make them like they used to.

- Hey! - Yeah, wait!

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- (sighs) Goddamn it.

(eerie music)

- It smells like someone died in here.

- Hey. - Whoa.

- What are you doing?

- Watch out for tailings. Don't breathe that stuff in.

- [Smelly] They will make you glow.

- Mill tailings. Sandy process waste material.

Eat your shoelaces. Rot your souls. - Ore residue.

Contains radioactive decay waste from uranium.

- Think heavy metal, kids, but heavy metal.

- So what?

- Just don't eat off the floor.

Looks like they sold off everything of value in here.

Just left this junk behind.

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(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- I got a bad feeling.

- I hate this place

- Tec, if I don't wind up alive at the end of today,

will you write my, my...

- Alive? What are you talking about?

- My daughter?

- (scoffs) When do you get a daughter?

(laughs) Criminy, Smelly.

I don't even recall you losing your virginity.

- Why would you? - I don't know.

- That's me. There's old Tector standing right beside him.

That's old Mose,

the guy that we're all down here looking around for.

And right there, kid, that's your grandfather, Henry Steen.

(eerie music continues)

- None of us recall nothing,

ever. - What are you getting at?

- I,

I was with Mary Josie Townes for years.

Yeah, (laughs) me and Mary Townes.

- You and Mary Townes? That's just not possible.

I mean, look at you. (laughs) Look at her.

Look at you.

(laughs) I mean. - Yeah.

- You know?

- But we shined

for a good while.

We were married, had a daughter.

Her address, it's in my boots,

my daughter's address.

My cowboy boots that I keep in my trailer.

Tec, I, I never wear those boots. I forgot.

I never wear them, 'cause, 'cause,

'cause, I, I keep important stuff in them.

Important paperwork.

- I've never seen his picture before.

Mom didn't keep any.

Hi gramps. Nice to meet you.

(gentle music)

- Henry led our platoon. (sighs)

We all came back, different.

It, it was like we, we never left.

Nobody even noticed we'd been gone on.

- Tector, (gentle music continues)

if something happens to me,

you gotta write her.

Let her know that I love her.

My daughter,

her name is

Emily,

Emmy.

- Yeah, sure I'll do that, Smelly.

But there ain't nothing gonna happen to you, okay?

You're gonna be okay. It's just the mill.

(eerie music)

(footsteps tapping)

- Henry kept us together. Still had his business sense.

He had a degree in electrical engineering.

Brought us all out here to the mill, gave us jobs.

Good times.

And then, and then we...

What year was that?

(eerie music) We... Anyway, (sighs) your grandpa

was a great boss, a great leader.

Good man.

- [Smelly] Darlus, look at this!

(eerie music continues)

- I've never seen him talk that much.

They've all been acting strange today,

remembering stuff.

- Waking up.

(eerie music continues)

- Down there is where the accident was.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, right. The yellow cake vat.

- [Smelly] They were attacked.

- We're going down there.

- What do you mean we? (sighs)

(eerie music)

Great.

Going down to the deepest, darkest part. Love that.

- (laughs) Ectoplasmic residue.

Now we're getting to the good part.

- No, you kids wait here. We'll go check it out.

- Can't we come? - No.

- Why? - You three wait up here.

Shaz, keep an eye on 'em.

- Man, we can't go down into the terrifying depths

of some terrifying basement with you guys?

Come on. - Kid, just let us check it out.

- (sighs) Let's just do it. He can't stop us.

- I heard that. - Sorry, but you're kind of old.

You can't stop me if I wanna run right past you

and get down there first.

- The three of us are going down. You kids wait here.

- Okay.

(door squeaks)

(eerie music)

(stairs squeaking)

(eerie music continues)

- Darlus, you think Mose came down here?

(eerie music continues)

- Someone did.

(eerie music continues)

- Memories.

- Been a long time since we worked here, boys.

Used to seem like just yesterday.

Now it seems like another lifetime.

- What was it called, that stuff we found in the mine?

- Steenium.

- (laughs) 'Cause we named it after Henry.

(door squeaks) (eerie music continues)

- We brought it in for processing.

- He thought that stuff was more valuable than uranium.

- He thought we'd found something better than gold.

(stairs creaking) (eerie music continues)

There was some sort of chamber.

- Yeah, like a room, a hollow.

- Down deep.

(dramatic music)

Didn't that one fella fall in the vat?

- The kid from Olathe. - Just a teenager.

- I think his name was Pete.

- Pete? (Pete growls)

Pete Leonard?

Oh man. What, what happened?

What are you doing down here?

(eerie music)

Do you remember me, Pete?

Your old crew buddy, Smelly?

(Pete growls)

We didn't run out on you, Pete, I swear.

We went to get help, but tin hats did what they do.

(eerie music continues)

And then we were asleep,

too long.

(eerie music continues) But, but we're awake now.

We can get someone down here to fix you up.

And it's gonna be okay, Pete.

(Pete wails) (dramatic music)

- Pete, new guy. Didn't talk much.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(liquid bubbling)

- Maybe he didn't fall.

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

- Pete. You sure that was his name?

- Smelly? - No Smelly's Smelly's name.

- I mean, where is Smelly?

- Back upstairs.

(dramatic music)

- And we have filing cabinets.

Lots and lots of filing cabinets.

(eerie music)

- All of grandpa's history is in here.

(eerie music continues)

- We should have done the basement.

Oh, someone sealed this place up.

- Not someone, the government.

This place is- - What?

- Uh, shut down.

Been here centuries.

- Come on. Centuries. - Yeah, dude.

Last century plus this one.

(eerie music continues)

It's more than one.

- Walter, get me doing this.

- All right. And action. (cabinet rattling)

Little harder. Oh, there you go.

Little harder. (cabinet rattling)

Lemme get a tight shot

of you opening the drawer one more time.

(bright music) - Allow me.

- Very old purchase orders. - Ha-ha.

(eerie music)

- I know nothing about my grandfather.

My mom wouldn't talk about him

or answer any questions about him.

She was mad at him for disappearing on my grandmother.

- Bummer.

- (laughs) Idea.

On action, dial zero. Ready?

- That's kind of like my grandfather.

He disappeared on my grandmother

but then returned a year later with three extra wives

and two new sets of twin daughters,

so I have like 25 aunts.

- And action.

(dramatic music)

- You have to dial it.

- I don't get it.

- All right. Put your finger in.

Now spin it.

No, you have to...

Use your hands, spin the dial.

(bright music)

- Oh my God. It's turning.

- Now pull your finger back out.

(phone whirs) - That is so cool.

- [Operator] Bravo tango sierra golf niner decimal five.

- Are you filming this? - Oh, I'm filming it.

- [Operator] Sierra golf niner slash 70. Please identify.

- Hi, it's Chalee.

- [Operator] What's your operating number?

- What's my operating number?

- Don't mess with that, dude.

- What? Dude, it's just a phone,

bro. - Dude.

(dramatic music)

- What the hell was that? - Never rang before.

- Since when?

- Since I don't know when the guy that was here before me

said none of these phones ever rang for him either.

- Get the S.O.P.

(dramatic music continues) (pages rustling)

- There. - That can't be right.

- Check the T.I.N.

Bravo, 13, stroke, niner, dash, 6. (dramatic music)

- That can't be right. An ETB?

Check the Macintosh. (dramatic music)

Oh my God, what?

(keys tapping)

(computer beeping) Oh my God.

- Look at that one. (computer beeping)

(dramatic music)

(pages flipping)

- This cannot possibly be correct.

- It is, unfortunately, correct sir.

It's a genuine blue site, sir.

- Sir, activated as of 13:22 hours today,

20 minutes ago, sir.

- I know what time 13:22 is, Major.

- Yes sir. - I also damn well know

it was 20 minutes ago. - Yes sir.

- Sorry sir, but this order has an alarm

of 7 dash B slash

09,

0091 dash Gamma 0

5 6 slash 2

hyphen, hyphen, hyphen A.

- Nuclear strike compulsory, sir.

- Nuclear strike required, sir.

- No, no.

Let's not get ourselves all tizzied up in a curler dander

like a couple over-pampered show poodles.

- But sir, apparently if this stuff has gotten loose-

- Uh, woken up. - It's gotten loose, sir.

- Woken up. - Yes, true.

But technically, sir, it's gotten loose.

- Correct, but theoretically it's woken up.

- Gentlemen, which one is it?

- Sir, it could be unstoppable.

- It could get in the groundwater.

- Into the streams. - Aquifers.

- Under improper circumstances, it could become airborne.

- It could get to Vegas. - It could reach Los Angeles.

- Now, whoa, whoa, let's just slow down

just for the moment and put those little yellow canaries

back in their gilded cages.

I'll get on the horn to Farnsworth and see what he thinks.

- That's serious, sir. - Serious?

Are you not the soldier

who just used the words nuclear strike?

- No sir. That was him, sir.

- Dude, you said it right after me.

- Gentlemen. Now, I don't want to sugarcoat this.

This situation is a bit of a tight taco.

A nuclear strike is required,

but after extraction - To evacuate civilians, sir?

- No, to retrieve the weapon.

- Who was on the phone? - I don't know.

- Ask her. She was the one doing the talking.

- Don't blame me. They didn't say anything anyways.

All they said was some numbers and some letters.

- Numbers and letters?

- Yeah, you know, like ♪ A, B, C, D, E, F, G ♪

and 1, 2, 3, 4?

- You don't just pick up a phone in a place like this

and start making outgoing calls.

- I would hardly define what Chalee did

as making a whole outgoing call.

All she did was dial one little number.

- I literally dialed like the zero.

- You can't pick up a phone in a place like this

and literally dial like the zero.

- What is the big deal?

You guys totally invited us to come here,

and now all of a sudden it's,

oh, don't go down into that creepy basement.

Oh, don't touch what's on the floor.

Oh, beware that dial from 1987.

- We shouldn't touch anything in here

- Guys, listen to this.

"April, 1991, deep in the canyon,

we mined perhaps too greedily, and that's where we found it.

A large container with no corners, no nuts nor bolts.

Took everything we had to crack it,

and therein it lurked,

Steenium.

Seemed at first an ordinary, if not strange mineral,

but once we began to process it-"

- What the hell are you reading?

- It's our grandfather's journal.

- Henry Steen's Journal, dude.

- "Oh, for the love of all that is holy,

I now wish we hadn't named it after me.

Damn my blazing ego. Now the name is stuck.

My precious, once respectable, once golden family name

aligned now and forever with the worst

of all possible elements,

and not even an element from this earth,

but an alien element

from the dirty, icy hinterlands of outer space."

- I'm gonna stop you right there.

It's really boring to sit here

and listen to you read to the class.

- "Dare I write now what I really think of Steenium

down on paper?

No, I dare only an acronym.

T.M.D.S.I.T.U."

- The most delicious salad in the United States.

- Tiger Magic Durango Sarlacc Tupac...

Uh, what was the rest? - Hmm.

- The most dangerous substance in the universe.

(dramatic music)

(people screaming)

- The Steenium. - The Steenium.

(people screaming)

- Holy shit.

- Wait, did you just have a flashback too?

- That stuff was alive.

(dramatic music continues)

(people screaming)

- Steenium seeks to absorb into its hive mind

all the sentient of the universe.

- Are you serious?

Come on, mama always said grandpa was a loon.

And this just proves it. - Dude, let her keep reading.

I'm just saying it's boring.

- A device that was attached to the container

could be our salvation, but I no longer have it.

It was stolen.

One of my own men went crazy, babbling,

took off into the desert.

When he showed up again, he had no memory of his actions.

(eerie music)

- My people speak of a legend

of bad medicine in the valley.

Controls minds. Erases memories.

(mouthing)

- What if he didn't abandon mom?

What if he was working on something here?

(dramatic music) Wait, why are we running?

- Instinct.

We're both seeing funny things that aren't there.

There must be some kind of fumes or something down there.

- Instinct. It's probably why Smelly split.

He's got those feelings. He's such a sensitive man.

(metal rattles) Do you hear that?

- Darlus.

Tector.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- We should keep running.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues) - Darlus, come on!

(door slams)

- Tector, help, help me! (grunting)

(dramatic music continues) Come on. Let's get outta here.

(Smelly growling)

(dramatic music)

- You guys hear that?

(dramatic music)

- We're leaving. - What did you find down there?

(glass shatters) (Chalee screams)

(glowzie shrieks)

- Nice throw, kid.

- Oh, Smelly. - Yeah.

- Smelly. - Smelly.

What did they do to you? - Smelly, buddy.

What happened? - You're glowing all green.

(Smelly grunts)

(glowzies growling)

(dramatic music)

- Tec. Door.

Tecdoor. - Tector.

- Tecdoor.

Joy-en-us.

(glowzies growling)

- Join us? - I think he said Janice.

- Who's that?

(glowzies growling)

(glowzies grunting)

(glowzies grunting continues)

- That worked. We got to call for help.

- Oh now you want to use the phone?

- What phone? (eerie music)

- What can stop these things?

(fighter jet whooshes) (dramatic music)

(hammer thunks)

(phone rings)

- Maxim, Jefferson, Vindicate,

Snowbird, Colorado, X, 2 dash 1.

Please Repeat. Over.

(voice murmurs from phone)

Wait. Home-base sending what?

The situation's under control.

And we have several friendlies on site.

If breakout occurs, we are ready,

so no need for me to evacuate,

and no need for a nuclear strike.

Uh, thanks, but no thanks, sir.

(voice murmurs from phone)

Sir, with all due respect,

we have several friendlies on site now

scoping the problem face-to-face.

And if I don't alert 'em, they'll all be destroyed,

and some highly unnecessary friendly fire.

(voice murmurs from phone) With all due respect, sir.

(voice murmurs from phone)

(sighs) Yes, understood.

(voice murmurs from phone)

Yes sir.

(voice murmurs from phone) (phone beeps)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music) (glowzies growling)

(Smelly roars)

(glass shatters)

- Great. Now we're trapped.

(glass shatters) - (screams) Hey!

(Tector screaming)

- Hey, let go of my head!

This is my favorite hat!

(dramatic music continues)

(glowzie shouts)

(glowzies grunting)

(dramatic music continues)

- Tec, Tec, talk to me fella.

- I'm okay.

- Walter, grab another cabinet.

- How many fingers am I holding up?

- Ah George Herbert Walker Bush.

- Right. Who's the president? - Four.

Okay, you're good man. You're good.

(bright music)

(door rattling)

- A Sony Stereo Tapecorder 500A reel-to-reel.

The coolest. - Wally!

No! (door rattling)

- And Allied Knight KN-3002 floor speakers,

15 inches at least.

(glowzies growling)

(Walter gasps) (tapecorder clicks)

Here goes nothing.

(tapecorder whirring)

♪ So pack up your little thongs and your cutoff jeans ♪

♪ The biggest waves ♪ (glowzies growling)

♪ And the prettiest babes ♪

♪ Something about the sun, these summer days ♪

♪ The biggest waves ♪

♪ And the prettiest babes ♪

- Shut that crap off.

♪ Something about the sun, these summer days ♪

(glowzies growling)

- The glowzies, they've stopped.

- Glowzies? - I just came up with that.

You know, just off the top of my head.

- It's really clever.

- Because did you notice how they're glowing?

- Yeah, they glow.

- Yeah, glowing.

- Yeah, glowzies.

- I should play you a surf ballad

when we get back to the diner.

- Okay.

(glowzies growling)

- They're messed up somehow.

(glowzies growling) - Look at 'em.

They're dizzy.

- They malfunctioned.

- Whistle. See what they do. - No, don't draw attention.

- No, just see what they do. - Leave 'em be.

- Yeah, but something happens, so just whistle and see.

- I vote no whistling. - I'm with that.

- Yeah, let's just stay quiet

- Or whistle and see if it's safe.

- We need to know if it's safe to pass.

(eerie music)

(Darlus whistles)

(dramatic music) (glowzies growling)

- Shit! - Don't whistle. Don't whistle.

- Obviously a terrible idea.

- Reverse whistle. Reverse whistle!

(glowzies growling) (dramatic music continues)

- Hit the music. Hit the music.

What the hell are you doing?

- Hang on, I gotta change songs.

(group groans)

- [Chalee] Come on. Hurry up, Wally.

(glowzies growling)

(glass shatters)

- Music! Music!

- I can't just play the same song twice.

- Music! - Music, Walter, music!

- Kid, hit the tunes!

(Walter yelps)

- Are you kidding me, man?

Come on dude.

- [Kirsten] Seriously, Wally, hurry up!

(glowzies growling)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(Chalee shrieks)

(group screaming)

(reel whirring)

- Walter!

♪ Cowabunga, dudes ♪

(energetic music) (glowzies growling)

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪ (glowzies growling)

(glowzies growling)

- It's working. - Oh my God.

- They hate music.

- Henry used to play this stuff all the time.

- Now's our chance. Let's move.

(energetic music continues)

- Better hurry. This song's only three minutes long.

- I can rewind it.

- No, you go near that machine again...

- Are you pushing or pulling? - Pulling.

- Push! ♪ Yeah! ♪

(energetic music continues)

(energetic music continues) (glowzies growling)

(energetic music continues)

(reel whirs)

(glowzies growling)

- (squeals) I don't like it. Ew, ew, ew.

Ew, ew, ew, so gross.

Ew, ew, so gross, so gross, so gross. (squeals)

(camera snaps)

(glowzies growling)

Oops. (screams) (glowzies growling)

(dramatic music)

- Chalee! (Chalee screams)

- Walter!

(glowzie roars)

(glowzie growls)

(Chalee screaming) - Come one, come on. No!

(Chalee screaming) (glowzies growling)

- Forget it. Forget it.

She's gone. We've gotta skin out.

(dramatic music continues)

Shaz, Kirsten, Walter!

Darlus! - Tector!

(dramatic music)

Get the truck started. (Tector gasps)

Whoa!

Come on! Roll it up.

Oh man, close it. Close it!

Punch it! Punch it, Tector!

(tires screeching)

Come on, come on, come on, punch it!

(tires screeching) - Darlus.

- God gave us windshield wipers.

(intense music)

(windshield wipers squeaking) (Walter gasps)

(gentle music)

(Walter gasping)

- Sorry about Chalee, kid. - That's all right.

At least for posterity's sake,

I got her last few days on video.

I'm sorry about your buddy.

- Sorry. Smelly was a real good dude.

Chalee seemed nice. - She was.

It's pretty cool how you rolled up that window

so fast with that handle.

Never been in a truck like this

with one of those ancient handles, so good job.

- It's all in the wrist.

- Mm-hmm.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

- [Fighter Pilot 1] Niner five Beeswax, target in range

in one and one half hour, copy.

- [Fighter Pilot 2] Copy that, Pinkie. Coming in hot.

- [General Edwards] Hold position and be ready.

Friendlies on the ground.

Let's give them the professional courtesy

of cleaning this mess up before we get too dirty.

- [Fighter Pilot 1] Solid copy.

- So what are we gonna do?

- What are we supposed to do, kid?

It's up to the authorities now.

- We were just supposed to keep an eye on the place.

Our job here is done. We're gonna get outta this valley.

- My grandfather's journal mentioned

something about a control device.

- A what? - Watch out.

(dramatic music)

- [Loudspeaker] This is the US government.

Stay where you are.

You, in the 1987 Land Cruiser, step out the vehicle now.

- Which is it, stay or step out?

- Everyone take it slow.

- Just, just, just wait a minute.

- [Loudspeaker] Don't worry, guys. We're US government.

We're just here to help.

(eerie music)

Driver, turn off the ignition and exit the vehicle now.

- I don't care much for this.

(eerie music continues)

- I don't care much for this.

I don't care much for this.

I don't care. - Walter, Walter, Walter.

- I just don't care. Mine.

- Walter, Walter! - Mine!

Walter, Walter!

- Mine. - Walter! Walter!

(loudspeaker echoes faintly)

(gunshots whistle)

- Walter, Walter, Walter!

Walter, Walter, Walter!

(Walter cackling)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Loudspeaker] Hey, congratulations on losing those guys.

That's the third time this month. Great job.

(intense music)

- Why did they just take off and leave us?

- No idea. We'll be fine though.

Don't worry. I got you. (gentle music)

(car hissing) (intense music)

(intense music continues)

(Tector and Darlus groaning)

(eerie music)

(people chattering faintly)

- The end! The lab!

The guy!

(eerie music continues)

(people shouting)

- What the hell are they doing down there?

- This might be bigger than we thought.

- [Soldier] That's it. More, more.

(Walter sniffing)

(dramatic music)

- Walter. - Pull! Pull!

- Come on. - Whoa, buddy, hey,

you know, this kid ain't exactly our responsibility.

- He is now.

- [Soldier] Pull! Pull harder! (dramatic music)

- Darlus, where the hell are we?

- In Boulder Valley, trying to catch a loose teenager.

- But isn't this familiar?

- [Soldier] Sir, yes sir.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- We were the ones who dug it out.

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

- All these memories because we, we came back.

- I think it's because the Steenium came back.

- Pull! - Pull!

- Pull! - Pull harder!

- In which case, we have to move.

- I still think Chef's been putting drugs in our coffee.

(dramatic music)

- (gasps) Wow.

Oh wow. - Oh my.

(gentle music)

- Some of these look new.

- I've been all over this valley.

How have I missed them?

- Recent.

Styles much older than the petroglyphs

were accustomed to in this region.

They don't make sense.

Dabbled in archeology at the university. (laughs)

- Look.

(bright music)

(bright music continues)

- That's why you never saw them.

(gentle music) Some kind of shape.

A, a rock, a blob - Killing a dude.

- Looks like it came out of a cave.

- Over here. Let's go. - Come on.

(soldiers shouting)

- Pull, pull, pull, pull!

- That's not a blob. That's Steenium.

- Sun and moon together

means the Steenium's always been here.

- Since they brought it down from outer space.

- Crashed here. - Buried here,

like nuclear waste.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Soldier] Come on, man, you can do it. Bring it on closer!

(Walter sputters)

- [Soldier] Let's get this thing outta here.

(drill whirring)

(intense music)

- Look here, they, they stop the blob with that,

that thingy.

- It looks mechanical almost.

That must be the device. - The device.

(intense music)

(Walter panting) - Walter!

What are you doing? Are you okay?

(dramatic music) Come on.

Come on, kid, we gotta get move!

- Freeze!

- It's mine.

(soldier grunts) (gentle music)

- [Faint Voice] Into the shadow.

- Good.

- Who the hell are you? - Who the hell are you?

- I'm Tector. He's Darlus.

- Oh, you are the famous Watchdogs.

Well, good boys, alerting us with your barking.

And even better, finding this.

- What's going on here?

- You really don't know, do you?

Well, it's been a long time since you were drugged

so you'd forget that you were here back then.

- Drugged, you say? Just so we're clear?

- Mind wipe therapy.

It kept you quiet and compliant.

They probably just didn't know what else to do with you.

- Sure. Because we knew about your little project.

- Section 32 figured they'd wait

and see if your exposure to the Steenium

would aid any further research.

(dramatic music)

Actually, we just sort of, uh, forgot about you.

(box rattles)

It's an alien element, Steenium,

not from this world.

All alone on its island of stability

Off the periodic table, element 144.

So exotic, it can't exist.

Yet here it is.

- Lady, we have heard enough of your crap.

If you're gonna shoot, shoot.

- Oh. (laughs)

Well, you are right, sir.

We certainly wouldn't want to drag this out.

(Dr. Bar beau screams)

Help! (screams)

(Dr. Bar beau screams)

- Easy!

(eerie music)

(soldiers gasping)

- [Soldier] What is that thing?

- Oh my God. - Stay back.

(eerie music continues) - [Soldier] Oh my God.

(soldiers murmuring)

- [Soldier] Look at that! (soldiers murmuring)

- I feel you.

Darlus, Tactor, we are awake now.

I remember you.

The time has come for you all to join us.

The time for unity. Rejoice, rejoice!

Your planet's problems are over.

- Oh shit! - Oh shit!

(Steenium roars)

- Look out! - Come on!

(soldiers screaming) (gunshots popping)

(soldiers screaming)

(gunshots popping)

(soldier sputtering)

(soldiers screaming)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Tector] Come on!

- [Darlus] Come on, come on.

(glowzies growling)

- Now I know why we feel more awake than ever.

- Our encounter with the Steenium 30 years ago,

somehow we're still connected.

(intense music)

- Got that? - I can't reach!

(intense music continues) (glowzies growling)

Come on!

I can't reach!

(Chef grunts)

(Tector yells) - I got you.

(tires skidding)

(energetic music)

(energetic music continues)

- You okay kid? - Fine! F-fine.

Never better. All good now, see?

- I'm glad I found you boys.

- Yeah, it's pretty convenient. Chef.

- Chef, tell me something.

Tell me you didn't drug us,

drug us into standing guard in the middle

of this godforsaken nowhere for the past 30 years.

- Did you do it, Chef?

Did you put the drugs in the hash browns?

Or did you put it in that soulless coffee?

- Soulless! - Look fellas, I'm sorry,

but this mind wipe therapy stuff has been happening

long before my watch.

I just retired here the last 10 years, all right?

Hey, I'm just another someone out here

watching over the Watchdogs, as such.

(energetic music continues)

(device squealing)

- What is going on with this thing?

(eerie music)

(gentle music)

- Back then, the old ones used the device

to drive the glowzies into their container, but also...

- Music. They the used music.

- You're sharp as a tack, little bird.

- We need to find that device - Before the world ends.

That's tough.

- Yeah. Before the world ends.

(car horn honking)

(car horn honking continues)

(intense music)

(Tector shouts)

- Get him back! - I'm tryin'!

(energetic music)

(music whirring)

(intense music)

(car ignition rumbling)

- Shaz, Kirsten, thanks.

Everybody good? - Not feelin' so hot.

I think I might. (retches)

(Walter retching)

(Walter retching continues)

(Walter sputtering)

(eerie music)

- The most delicious salad.

(gentle music) (Walter gasps)

- How are you even alive? - I'm built different.

- Well, electrical's fried, which means we're toast.

We'll never make it to a minimum safe distance on foot.

- What's coming, Chef? - What do you think?

Scorched earth.

(dramatic music) - Oh, a nuke.

Surprise. Surprise.

- That Steenium's too dense.

Hit it with a nuke, it'll turn it into aerosol.

Evaporate up into the clouds

and come down as rain in Denver.

- That'll spread that stuff through the Midwest,

turn everybody into zombies. - Glowzies.

- Yeah, they're called glowzies.

- Oh my god. You guys found it.

- Yeah, we don't even know what that thing is.

- We think it can control the Steenium. Maybe stop it.

- You know what? That makes sense.

See, command was looking for a device for a long time,

but they gave up years ago. - 30 years ago.

(gentle music)

30 years of running.

I'm through running.

If this thing works, then maybe, maybe we have a chance.

We don't have much time.

Maybe we can stop that stuff before it leaves this valley.

- What's the plan, boss?

- We need somewhere to make a stand.

(dramatic music) (light buzzing)

We reinforce the Eat, hunker down.

(joints popping)

(intense music)

Tector, Shaz, barricade the windows.

Walter, you get that jukebox ready.

Kirsten will help me figure out the device.

Hopefully that Steen blood comes with the right intuition.

Chef, you'll handle the perimeter preparation.

- Can do. - You still have good comms?

- Listen sir, you cannot nuke us.

First off, we are ready to stand our ground.

Second, a nuke will send the Steenium every which way,

so please stand down the jets

and let us handle this the best way we can.

Okay? We are moments away from engagement.

(dramatic music) Yes sir.

It's a diner whereby we will make a last stand.

No, no sir. Not a sandwich, a stand.

And yes sir. It's an old-school diner.

No sir, the food isn't very good.

But then again, I wasn't that much of a cook.

Sir, listen, we have a device

that may stop this substance from spreading.

- We were in the Jeep and it turned on by itself.

How'd it do that?

- This looks more like a range mode?

Or that might power it.

- Yes sir. No other troops will arrive in time to reinforce.

That is understood.

(dramatic music continues)

Yes sir.

Your pilots may have to use the nukes anyway

if they see we are being overrun, that is understood.

(dramatic music continues) Thank you sir.

(guitar music buzzes)

It's been a pleasure to serve.

Major Phillip Marion Jefferson Magnuson Chef The 3rd,

over and out Sir.

(dramatic music continues)

- Go Watchdogs!

(light buzzing)

- Tector, what did you do to turn this thing on last time?

- I, I didn't do anything.

- Do you think it activates in proximity to the Steenium?

- So the plan is to wait until those things get close?

- And just hope the device turns on?

- It could have turned on any near Walter or that vault.

- And maybe Walter didn't have Steenium in him.

- Glowzies inbound.

(intense music)

(glowzies growling)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues) (glowzies growling continues)

(intense music continues) (glowzies growling continues)

(intense music continues)

- We need more time.

Take over, kid. - Wait, but you can't,

I don't, I, I don't know what I'm-

- Do you believe in destiny kid?

This could be yours.

- I'm gonna go make some green eggs and ham.

- No pressure, but we're definitely dead

if you don't figure this thing out real quick.

- Worse. Become part of whatever's oozing towards us.

But you got this, little smart bird.

- You're doing great.

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

- Why do you fight us?

- There's gotta be more weapons hidden in here, right?

- What? No! Dude, no.

Stay out of there. Dude.

- Why do you fight us?

- We offer no strife. We offer no pain.

We offer life,

forever.

- (growls) Come to our side.

- You'll not age. You'll not sicken.

You'll not forget.

- Everything will be better once we're together.

- Join us.

(glowzies growling)

(intense music)

- Join what?

(glowzies growling)

You mean be absorbed.

- Darlus, your employers have lied to you.

They are the enemy.

We are not the enemy.

Your kind causes its own pain, and leaves many to die,

poisoning the very planet you live on.

- Yeah, but you're gonna solve all of that for us?

- Yes,

yes indeed.

- Look, Chef's some kind of agent.

He's gotta have a spy vault somewhere.

- Here. Dude.

- Dude.

- How about you go back to wherever you came from

and let us sort out our own problems?

- Don't tread on us, man, woman.

- Your kind is unable to function.

A disease that can't spread

beyond this planet.

(intense music continues)

- Look, it's a rocket launcher.

(intense music continues)

- This is your last chance.

Join us.

(intense music)

(intense music continues) (Smelly growls)

(glowzies growling)

- Hey slime ball,

join this.

(dramatic music)

(rocket launcher clicking)

(glowzies growling)

Shit, I...

- Just wait a second. Safety's behind the trigger kid.

- Safety's behind the trigger.

- Okay. - Blast him. Walter.

(dramatic music)

(explosion blasts)

(feedback whistles) - That was loud, right?

- What?

- Ah, great shot kid. Let's rock.

(triumphant music) (gunshots popping)

Yeah, I'm thinking I should have brought more ammo.

- Darlus! (intense music)

(glowzies growling)

Don't get any of that green gunk on you!

Hyah!

- Bullets don't do enough damage.

We gotta bust 'em up.

- Get inside. I got this. - Like hell you do!

- You gotta get that thing working. Go!

(intense music continues)

(glowzies growling)

(intense music continues)

(Chef roars)

(goo splatters)

- Yeah, okay.

He might not need us.

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

- Please, tell me you have that thing figured out.

- I'm making progress, I think.

- Look at his muscles, dude.

I don't think he can bend his arms past like 70 degrees.

He looks like an action figure

with just a few points of articulation.

- Yeah, I bet If he punches normal people,

they just explode and candy flies out.

- I bet if he flexes, he becomes so dense

his body starts absorbing carbon dioxide from the air.

- Yeah, if he flexed for a solid week,

he could end global warming. - Yeah.

(intense music continues)

(glass shatters)

- Walter, music!

(intense music continues)

(hammer banging)

(intense music continues)

- This thing just ate the quarter.

- Again? - It does that.

- Why wouldn't you tell me that?

- Don't you have extra quarters?

- Why would I have extra quarters?

- That was your one job.

Remember when we fortified this place?

You didn't think to test the jukebox?

- Yeah.

(glowzies growling)

(glowzies growling)

(device clicking)

(Kirsten yelps)

(glowzie yells)

(suspenseful music) - Don't your kids carry cash?

- I only do contactless payments.

(quarter rattles)

- G7.

(intense music) (glowzies roaring)

(door squeaks)

(glass shatters)

(glass shatters)

- Fellas.

(intense music continues)

(glowzies growling)

(energetic music)

♪ Out where the ocean meets the sky ♪

♪ The waves unfold and the seagulls fly ♪

♪ We carve a path and make a wave ♪

♪ Through the turquoise tubes we love to play ♪

♪ We carved on and before too long ♪

♪ We took our cues and lit the fuse ♪

♪ We turned loose, we felt the juice ♪

♪ Boom goes the dynamite ♪

♪ Boom goes the dynamite ♪

(energetic music continues)

(goo splatters)

(energetic music continues)

(glowzies growling)

♪ Boom goes the dynamite ♪

(energetic music continues) (goo splatters)

- Did that work? (laughs) - Hell yeah! (laughs)

- They almost had us. Not gonna lie.

- Whoa, dude. - What?

- High five. Open that up a little.

(hands slap) It's wet. I'm sorry.

(Tector speaks faintly)

(triumphant music)

(Walter groans)

(eerie music)

(indistinct)

- I see it.

(eerie music continues)

- Ew. Ew. - I see it.

- Wait, it's leaving

- Kid, that's called a regroup.

(eerie music continues)

(intense music)

- That means the real boss fight's about to start.

- We haven't seen its final form yet.

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

- This isn't good. Not at all.

(intense music)

- That thing never went off like before.

It must be primed to go.

- Yeah, but look at all these switches.

I mean I could- - Kid, we're out of time.

- [Steenium] I tried to make it easy on you.

(intense music continues)

I know you're in there. (cackles)

(intense music continues)

- [Kirsten] Music.

- [Steenium] Join us.

(electricity buzzes) (Steenium cackles)

(intense music continues)

Join us.

- Kid! You gotta solve it, now!

- [Steenium] Ah, Darlus, my fine fellow.

You still work for me.

(intense music)

- Darlus! - Tector!

- [Steenium] We'll be one!

(intense music continues)

- Here goes nothin'.

(guitar twanging)

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, the sun is hot ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, the waves are big ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, the sun is good ♪

♪ I'm gonna surf ♪ - Oh that!

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're gonna rock ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, the surf is nice ♪

♪ Yeah, we're savin' the planet ♪

- [Steenium] As you say, the surf is up!

(Shaz and Walter shouting)

(intense music continues)

- Kid!

Surf music. Tempo! (screams)

- [Steenium] Darlus, join your friends.

(intense music continues)

(Darlus screaming)

(device clicking) (intense music)

(goo splatters) (explosion blasts)

(eerie music)

(Darlus coughing)

- Kid. You did it.

You did it. I knew you had it in you. (laughs)

- What happened?

- Holy crap, that stuff tastes terrible.

(Darlus coughing) - Anyone seen my guitar?

- Oh. - Hi.

- I knew it!

- [Fighter Pilot 1] Threat eliminated.

- [Fighter Pilot 2] Whoa, boys, did you see that?

Looks like they had their own nuke.

- [Fighter Pilot 1] No Steenium left active

according to sensors.

Abort mission. - That sure is convenient.

Mission aborted. We're heading home.

(triumphant music)

(everyone coughing)

- Whoa. Hi, gramps.

(gentle music)

- Hey.

Why isn't Chef coming back?

- He must have stayed in too long.

We got out in the nick of time.

10-hut. Officer on deck.

(gentle music continues)

(phone ringing)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Open it. - Like Star Trek. (laughs)

(gentle music)

- Hello? - Well this must be the man

who saved the planet. - No way. Is it really him?

- Dude, I gotta talk to this guy.

- No, this isn't the man who saved the planet.

It's the team that saved the planet.

- Must be quite a team.

- We're the Watchdogs. - (laughs) Watchdogs.

- Watchdogs. - Yeah!

(energetic music) (hands slapping)

(hands slap)

- [Walter] Oh yes!

(laughs) Oh man, that was crazy!

(energetic music continues)

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(energetic music continues)

(energetic music continues)

(joints crackling)

(energetic music)

(triumphant music)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(intense music)

(intense music continues)

(intense music continues)

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