Bats (1999) - full transcript

Come on. Honestly,

I'm just sick of listening
to your lies.

Will you just listen
to what I'm sayin'?

I heard what you said, Quint.

But Donna told me
everything you're sayin'

and everythin' you're gonna say.

Damn. What?

Something touched my hand.

What're you doing, Quint?

Just hold on a second.

Quint.



What the...

Quint.

You haven't been listenin' to a
word I been sayin', now have you?

You know that crazy girl
means nothin' to me.

Yeah, well...

You just have to have a
little more faith in me, is all.

I guess I do.

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

Better you than me.

Hey, I heard that.

So, um, how's
the ammonia levels, Doc?

.098.

Pay dirt, partner.

Looks like a medium roost.



Antrozous Pallidus, I think.

I'm gonna try to get in.

Now, if it gets too tight,

you need to turn around
and come back

'cause you do not
wanna rely on me

getting' your ass back up here.

Whatever happened to sendin'
a camera in there anyway?

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

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

Remind me to lay off
the cheesecake.

Honey, you're talkin'
to a brother.

You know I don't mind
a little extra weight,

especially if it's
in the right place.

About five meters.

Mostly mothers and young.

All right, you might
lose me in a minute.

Damn, Sheila, you know
I hate when that happens.

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

Hey, Jimmy,

if you hate bats
and caves so much,

what the hell are you
doin' with me anyway?

For one, I ain't gonna lie,
you kind of cute.

And two, I like 'em,
but, like, at a distance,

a real distance,
like on Wild Kingdom.

And that's why you're
down there and I'm up here.

What the hell?

Jimmy. There's some kind of...

Jimmy! Jimmy!

What the hell is this?

All the dust! Ah!

Who are you?

Why are you landing
that thing here?

I'm Dr. Tobe Hodge.

The CDC in Atlanta.

Center for disease control?

Hey, I never touched that girl.

Dr. Casper,
we need your help. Immediately.

There's a plane waiting
to fly us to Texas.

Wait a second. Hold on a minute.

Look, you're the best
in your field,

so we came directly to you.

That's Dr. Alexander McCabe.

He'll be accompanying us.

I don't mean to pry,
but what in the hell is this all about?

There's a biological emergency.

What kind of
biological emergency?

Bats, Dr. Casper.

Bats.

Sheriff Kimsey?

Dr. Hodge?

Yeah.

Appreciate you all comin'.

Uh, we have some gear.

Yeah, I can see that.

You must pack a lot of
clout there, Doctor.

Well, the CDC considers this
assignment to be of singular importance.

Good.

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

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

Wildlife Zoology,
specialty in Chiroptera.

Uh-huh.

Bats, Sheriff. I work with bats.

Bats. Uh-huh.

So, does that make you
a Batologist?

No.

It makes me a wildlife zoologist

with a specialty in Chiroptera.

Uh-huh.

To be honest with you folks,

never seen anything
like this before.

We'll take over the forensic work now,
Doctor. If that's all right with you?

Hell, yes. Take over.

I never did care too much
for the sight of blood myself.

It's a damn shame.

There's some
folks around town think

some kids might've done this.

Some satanic cult ritual thing
or some other such nonsense.

Uh...

I'm starting
with the male cadaver.

Incision just below the
temporomandibular joint at the neck

extends in depth all the way
to the hypoglossus muscle.

I'm sure that jugular incision

was the initial
point of contact.

They went for the lethal attack.

Hey, Jimmy,
I'd imagine nobody'd mind

if you wanted to step outside and
keep old Doc Swanbeck company.

Yeah.
That's a good idea, Sheriff.

You guys just...
You just keep doin'
what you're doin'.

The external anterior jugulars
have been severed down

to the common carotid on
the right side of the median.

Sheila,
I'm gonna need your confirmation now.

By just looking at the neck wounds,
this one here by the ear,

I'd say we have a bite
diameter of four centimeters

and a circumference of,
say, 13 centimeters.

The Pteropodidae family.

This is impossible. These bats
only feed on fruit and nectar.

This can't be.

Excuse me, ma'am?

This must be
some kind of sick hoax.

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

Wait a second. Are you
sayin' some kind of bat did this?

I'm afraid so, Sheriff.

Well, then, there is something
very wrong here, gentlemen,

because this sort of thing
is not supposed to happen.

What's going on here?

What is it
you aren't telling me?

Though the total number
of attacks may be higher,

we've only been able to
confirm these five for certain.

Yesterday was the first human
encounter that we know of.

I'd say it was a hell of a lot more
than just an encounter, Doctor.

All the attacks were similar

and occurred here
in western Texas.

All in the past six days.

Impossible.

Dr. Casper?

Bats do not kill people! Period!

There must be
some other explanation.

One that has absolutely
nothing to do with bats

and therefore,
nothing to do with me.

Ms. Casper.

You're right, of course.

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

special.

Special?

In what way?

Exactly what are we
talkin' about here, Doctor?

Well, the two bats that escaped from
my lab were brought from Indonesia.

They're test subjects.

The Pteropus Poliocephalus
in question...

Hold on a minute!

These are flying foxes
we're talking about?

Oh, no.

Yes.

But those are among the most
endangered species in the world.

Not to mention the ugliest and
largest bats you ever wanna meet.

Let me get this straight.

Are you tellin' me

that you're responsible for the death
of those two kids, Doctor? Is that it?

Look,
Dr. McCabe sought our assistance at the CDC

as soon as the bats escaped.

Now we're here to stop
these things before they can
kill or contaminate others.

Contaminate?

What were you guys
experimenting with?

Well, let's just say it was, uh,

virus-based.

I really can't discuss it,
uh, any further. I'm sorry.

So, um, we're here to help you find
your infected guinea pigs, is that it?

And destroy them, if need be.

Oh, you can count on that.

Look, I'll help you find them

but I'm not gonna destroy them.

And I'm not gonna let any
of you destroy them either.

Oh, don't worry.
It won't go that far.

I assure you.

Bats can be
anywhere in a 100-mile radius.

That's their range.

Of course they could
also be in a barn,

or underneath a bridge
or in a sewer.

Well, that's just dandy, but I figure
we gotta get started somewhere.

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

Here.

The attack happened here between
the town and the national park.

This would be the most likely corridor
between the bat's roost and its food.

This is Kimsey.

Where?

This is definitely not gonna
look good in the mornin' paper.

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

Our bats must be infecting
other bats with the virus.

Emmett!

Amanda. This is
Dr. Sheila Casper.

Dr. Casper,
this is Mayor Branson.

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

Well, as far as we can tell,

we think this was done
by some sort of bats.

Bats.

Yes, ma'am, that seems to be the
case. Now I know it sounds crazy...

The bats
we're referring to are diseased.

They're infected
with some sort of virus.

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

What am I supposed
to tell the families? The town?

That we got a bunch of
rabid bats on the loose?

Whatever you say, Amanda,
you need to say it now, all right?

Warn folks. Tell 'em to stay
inside at night till this all blows over.

Deputy Munn's gonna start
puttin' some calls out.

All right, Wesley? That's right.

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

Ma'am.

Right.

Oh, yeah, you can save that
panickin' stuff for later.

So, you mean TV, radio...

Yeah, flyers. Whatever you gotta do,
Wesley,

just do it, you know.
Get the word out.

Right. I'm on it.

Oh, and cancel that God damn football
game tonight. They were gonna lose anyway.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Hodge, anything?

Yeah, good news.

Preliminary blood tests from
the two teenagers suggests

that any abnormalities
infecting the bats

is completely host-specific

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

So, you're sayin' that the
bats can only infect other bats.

The virus was designed
specifically not to be transmittable

beyond the bats' own
zoological order.

Tell me, Dr. McCabe,
what exactly did you do to them?

I'm sorry, but again,
I'm not allowed to say.

Now, that's bullshit!

Those things are killin'
people in my town,

and as far as I can tell,
you're directly responsible for that!

We need to know what we're
dealing with here, Doctor.

I'm kind of curious myself,
now that you mention it.

All right. I'll tell you, then.

You let me know how I do.

You've somehow increased
their natural intelligence.

Yes, and their ability to
work together communally.

Well, that's not so bad.

We could all use
a little dose of that.

Then you made them aggressive.

Now, that's bad.

Finally, you made
them carnivores.

No, Dr. Casper,
I made them omnivorous.

Put my bats
anywhere in the world

and they will feed.

But why would you do that?

Because I'm a scientist.

That's what we do.

We make everything
a little better.

Bigger livestock,
better crop yields.

Millions of years of evolution.

What arrogance to think
that you could do better.

Apparently, I have, Dr. Casper.

Apparently, I have.

You son of a bitch.

Well, I don't know
about the rest of you,

but I don't like anythin' movin'
higher up the food chain than me.

Period.

Okay, look,
our chief concern at the moment

must be insuring that this

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

'Cause if their
feeding habits are disrupted,

well, you may as well
just say "so long"

to that nice little balance-of-nature
thing we had going.

Take a look at this.

This is a bat migration
schematic I've created.

It traces migration,
feeding patterns.

I've entered
the usual information

climate, food sources,
bat roost.

Those dots,

those are our bats.

Now, once
the temperature changes

and they start freezin' their
little bat asses, they'll migrate.

Followin' their food
to more temperate climates.

By February, this colony

would have reached Mexico City,

San Antonio, and New Orleans,
just in time for Mardi Gras.

And if our bats
infect other bats

and those newly infected bats

follow their usual
patterns of migration...

Show 'em, Jimmy.

That, my friends,
is six months from now.

And it ain't gonna be pretty.

'Course my ass will be
long gone by then.

If we don't stop them soon,

what happened to those kids is
gonna happen all over the country.

So, what do we do now?

The only way to stop the
spread of the contamination

is to locate the roost

And to annihilate
every last infected bat.

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

Yeah. They're called mist nets.

Feels like fishnet
stocking to me.

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

Hey, Wesley, Jimmy, come in.

Yes, sir.

How y'all doin' over there?

Jimmy and I are gettin'
along like gangbusters, sir.

We just hung a bunch of
those damn net things.

Yeah, they're called mist nets.

Whatever,
sir. They feel like fishnet stockings.

How 'bout that?

So, y'all keep your eyes open.

Let me know if you see anything.

Yes,
sir. You'll be the first to know. Trust me.

Yes, give me that information.

Uh-huh. Right.

Yeah,
local law enforcement is adequate,

but they're on a need-to-know
basis. Same as the team.

He's here. He's with me now.

Fine. They're in the field.

She's very competent. I
was very impressed with her.

Blood on the moon.

Excuse me?

My mama used to say when the moon was red,
like it is tonight,

that there was blood
on the moon,

meant somebody
is gonna get killed.

Sheriff, if you're tryin'
to put me at ease,

it's not working.

Sorry about that.

It's okay.

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

This?

It's an ancient Chinese
symbol for the bat.

Chinese consider bats good luck.

Harbingers of good fortune.

Say, hey,
what got you into bats in the first place?

Well, when I was a little girl
growin' up back in Ohio,

we, uh, had a barn.

Had some bats in it.

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

Well, anyway, one night my
dad finally dragged me out back

and caught one of the bats.

He explained to me
all the good things bats do.

Like pollinating rain forests,

and eating insects,
and what have you.

And then he made me hold it.

And I gotta tell you,

it was the gentlest thing
I'd every seen.

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

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

Well, I tell you what. You
catch one of those things tonight,

I'll pet its belly for you.

Hell, I might even take it
out to dinner and a movie.

Oh, God, there's too many.

What do you mean?
Come on, let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Hold that tight.
Cover the vents!

Any possible entrance! Hurry up!

Well,
that's all being taken care of, sir.

But a-as we speak...

Wesley, Jimmy, come in!

We're gonna need
some help down here.

Son of a bitch!

They're trying to get in!

Jimmy here. What's goin' on?

Jimmy, these things. They're
not like any bats I've ever seen!

They're trying
to get into the truck.

Where'd I put my damn keys?

We're on our way.

God!

I can't find my damn keys!

Oh, shit! They're trying
to get into the engine!

Whatever you do, Sheila,
just try and stay calm.

I ain't calm and I'm
tellin' her to stay calm.

Son of a bitch!

Come on! Come on!

Sheila, they're getting...
They're getting' in!

No! Get it off!

Come on!

No!

Shit! Shit!

Sheila? Do you hear me? Come in!

Sheila, you hear me? Come in!

Sheila!

Clear it, Sheila! Clear it!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Oh, shit.

Use your gun or somethin'.
Come on, now. Shoot at 'em!

I'll hit Sheriff and Sheila.

Well, just shoot over 'em!
I mean, try to scare 'em off.

Then again we could just
hightail it out of here, now.

Oh, God!

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

- All right, hold on a sec.
- Sheila!

You okay? Are
you all right? Yeah.

I ain't never
seen anything like that.

Not ever.

Hey. Sheila?

Yeah?

Looks like they left
a little somethin' behind.

Oh, God, Sheriff,
don't move. Don't move!

All right. Be careful now.

Okay, one, two, three!

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

See? What'd I tell you? Ugly!

All right, now,
this might sting a little.

Sheila,
I been doin' some thinkin'.

And what I figured out is this.

This is fouled up!

And I'm thinkin' about headin'
to Antarctica right about now!

Now, I checked into this.
There's not one bat up there

'cause they hate the cold.

Hey, Wes? WESLEY: Yeah.

Get ahold of the mayor.

Make sure everyone is inside and
their houses are secure, all right?

All right.

Go on now, get on it.

Oh, right.

All right,
that should do for now.

Thanks.

Holy shit.

McCabe's bats.

Sheriff, do you have your gun?

In my hand.

This might be
a good time to use it.

Now, you only have
to clip their wings.

Huh? Clip their wings?

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

Damn!

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah, we're great.

Nice timing.

Thank God you got one of them.

I need to study it immediately.

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

Catch your own.

All right.
Now, when I open the cage,

I want you to reach in and
grab him by the neck and wings.

Are you crazy?

Try to be gentle, but firm.

Think I can handle that.

I'm sure you can, Emmett.

Okay, you ready?

On three, gentlemen.
One, two, three!

God damn, this sucker's strong!

Okay, easy.

Sheriff, would you take
his other wing, please?

Please? Thank you.

Oh, no, Jimmy, thank you.

So, are you sure he's not
gonna tear that bug out?

No, it's injected under the
skin where he can't reach it.

Won't hurt him, though.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

We're in business, Sheila.

I'm telling you
this isn't going to work.

I know what these things
are capable of.

You getting a clear fix, Jimmy?

Crystal clear, baby.

Great.

Should be able to pinpoint
the roost's entrance
to within a few feet.

I tell you somethin'.
I lied. I ain't gonna
pet this thing's belly.

Don't let us down, sweetie.

How's it trackin', Jimmy?

Perfectly.

Long as it keeps
movin' away from me.

No.

Houston, we got a problem.

We can capture
another bat. Can't we?

Just try again.

That could take days.

What in hell we gonna do now?

Evacuate the town immediately.

Order a comprehensive evacuation
for 100 miles here to Mexico.

And Hodge,
we're gonna need more help.

A lot more help.

You can study it now,
if you like.

Sheila,
I've just ordered reinforcements

and they're gonna
arrive in the morning.

Effective immediately.

The CDC is evacuating
the town of Gallup, Texas.

Good work, Hodge.

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

'Cause based on this
new localized program,

well, looks like all this time

them damn things have been
makin' their way directly towards town.

But we might still
have some time.

* Your eyes are dark

* Once we were hungry

* Now we are full

* These chains that bind us

* Can't beat these chains

* If love is shelter

* Walk in the rain

* You were my angel

* Now, you are real

Hey, Manny! You got any ketchup?

* So like a stranger

* Colder than steel

* You know what you bring

* Well, hang me in rags

What is goin' on here?

What are all these people
doing out?

I thought they were warned.

As far as I knew, they were.

Sheriff, thank God.

Amanda, what the hell are
all these people doin' out?

We've warned 'em
six ways to Sunday!

Nobody wants to believe it.

Everybody in Texas thinks they
know everythin' about everythin'.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

They're coming.

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

They're coming!

Uh, shit!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

People, move off the streets!

Everybody! SHEILA: Get inside!

Get inside!

Please, get inside right now!

Come on now!
Hurry up, everybody! Come on!

Take cover! Take cover!
Please! Everybody, get inside!

Let's go. Go!

Oh, God!

You gotta get
inside! Get into the theatre!

Get inside! JIMMY: Move! Move!

Get him inside! Close the doors!

Hey, you all right?

Get out of here.
Get out of here.

Okay.

Amanda, come on! Get inside!

Hell with that!

Oh, God.

Oh, man.

All right, all right,
everybody, back.

Let's just take it easy. Okay?

Oh, God, this isn't good.

Take it easy. Back.

No!

God!

Help!

Help! Somebody
take it off! Take it off!

Get in the back. Go! Now!

Get down! Get down!

Please,
pull this off! Get it off me! Please!

Hurry!

Get down! Get down!

* Don't let the doorknob hit you

* Where the good Lord split you

* I won't be good enough

* To dance no more

Come on! Come on!
Come on! Get inside!

Get in there! Get
in there! Stay calm.

You have to get back.
Get inside.

Hey, Mister! Mister, hold on!

Mister, there's
people down here!

Hey! Oh, shit!

Sheila! Get inside now!

Sheila!

Sheila!

No!

Damn it!

Sheila!

No!

Stop it.

Sheila, you all right?

Sheila, Jimmy, y'all all right?

He saved me.

He saved... He saved my life.

My God.

I can't believe it.

It's all right, honey.

Anything you see,
radio it in immediately.

Wes?

Ah, damn it, Wesley.

Suit up!

Excuse me, ma'am.

Yes, sir.

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

They're evacuatin'
everybody now.

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

Mexicans are tryin' to clear
everybody out down to Jaco and Rosita.

Jeez, Emmett.
What're we gonna do now?

I'm still workin'
on that, Amanda.

Come on.

An old Texas custom.

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

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

So tell me something.

What in the hell
are we still doin' here?

Well, Jimmy, we asked 'em
to let us stay.

Say what?

To aid in locating
and destroying the bats.

You gotta be pullin' my leg,

'cause this shit is not funny.

They're only giving us 48 hours.

Wait.

Why am I the only one
who doesn't know about this?

48 hours before they launch
a full-on military air strike

armed with hellfire missiles.

They're gonna bomb every cave,
cavern, dugout

and foxhole in a
100-mile radius of Gallup.

What? Are they crazy?

They'll kill every living thing in
Gallup county and not a single bat.

That's right, and we cannot
let them do that.

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

Well,
they agreed but we're basically on our own.

I tell you, I'm not gonna
let 'em blow my town

off the face of the earth without a
fight. People got their homes here.

Hell, they got
their whole lives here.

It's my job to make sure they
got somethin' to come back to.

The reality is we're sure to be
quarantined for the next month,

whether we stay or not.

What? He's stayin', too?

I created them.

This will give me time
to review my work

and figure out what went wrong.

Jimmy, we could really
use your help.

But I would understand if
you don't wanna hang around.

Well, let me tell you one thing.

If another one of your bats
looks at me,

if his head starts movin'
like this,

or his eyes start goin' like this,
like he might even look at me,

I'm comin' for you.

Does that mean
you're gonna stay?

Yeah, I'll stay.

Somethin' called a Chroma B340.

It's the newest thing
in spy satellites.

When the satellite
passes over Texas,

they're gonna center
their infrared cameras

on a 50-mile radius just south
of Gallup. Give us a direct feed.

Now, when the bats emerge
from their roost,

it's gonna be your turn, Sheila.

See, the military, they, uh, wanna
be as hands-off about this as possible.

So you're gonna have
to make the ID.

You figure you can do that?

I can try.

This is our school.

It's not as primitive as you
might think for a one-horse town.

But I figure we can
fortify it as good as any.

Let's hope so.

All right, Jimmy, you can set
up in here. It's the science room.

All the computers are rigged
with high-speed modems.

See if you can't hook us up
to Langley.

We should secure the building
before it gets dark.

I heard that.

What is that?

That is Montserrat singin'
Donizetti's Lucia.

It's one of the real touchstones
of the whole Bel Canto repertoire.

Oh, you're an opera fan,
Sheriff. I'm impressed.

Don't tell anybody
about my hidden vice.

Around here, folks would run my
ass out of town on a rail if they knew.

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

You are a sick individual.

Get out!

There. We are now as secure
as the god damn Alamo.

Bad example there, Jimmy.

Oh, right.

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

What do you think?

I got hooked up to the base.

Once the satellite passes over

they'll start sendin' us
a stream of photos.

That'll work.

And once we find 'em, then what?

Well, let's assume they're
all living in the same roost.

Given their communal behavior,
I'd say that's likely.

Poison?

Not an option. The most popular
poison for bats is Chlorophacinone.

Largely ineffective against
them and highly lethal for humans.

Believe me, I've checked
into this a long time ago.

Maybe if we try and trap 'em?

Well, whatever we do, we're gonna
have to make sure we get all of 'em.

Why don't we just bomb
the sons of bitches?

No, no, no.

An explosion would
definitely scatter them

and given the potential
complexity of the roost system,

it might not even kill
all that many.

This is like
some kind of a nightmare.

I mean, I'll never sleep again.

Wait a minute.

That's it.

What?

We'll put them to sleep.

When the temperature drops below
40 degrees, bats begin to hibernate.

But at 32,

they'll freeze to death.

Right, but how do we do it?

Yeah, especially in the
middle of a heat wave.

All we need are cooling units
powerful enough to freeze the roost.

Well, all right.

Jimmy, get on the horn
to Langley.

See what they can come up with.

I'll check it out.

Hey, Sheila?

Seems to me, you're thinkin'
about walking into that roost

with a whole lot of those damn
things hangin' right over your head.

Uh, no, you see,
bats are nocturnal.

We go in there
during the day and...

Yeah, but those are normal
bats you're talkin' about.

I mean, these... I know.

We don't have any other choice.

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

All right, boys and girls,
we are all set.

They have something called
the NGIC Industrial,

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

at superhuman velocity.

This babe could cover Cairo
in icicles in three days.

Good enough.

Now,
once we've located the roost,

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

But that's as far
as they will go.

They don't even wanna
know about us.

Right now, they're preparing
for a bombing raid.

All right, we're gonna need
some special gear to go in.

What?

We're goin' into the roost?

Mmm-hmm.

All of us?

Don't worry, Jimmy.

You're gonna have to stay up
top and monitor our progress, right?

Yeah.

Right. Maybe next time.

304. We are at drop zone.

304, commence drop.

Sheriff, lift with your legs!

Yeah, well, if I had legs like that,
I might use 'em more often.

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

This is all Kevlar,
steel-reinforced.

You don't say.

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

In the roost occupied
by millions of bats,

the ammonia from the guano
can reach lethal levels.

Guano?

Bat shit. Oh, yeah. Right.

Wonder how that one slipped
out of my mental thesaurus.

Sheriff, trust me, you don't wanna
die chokin' on no bat shit fumes.

That's it. Last page.

This looks like them.

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

Yeah. That's them, all right.

Those are our bats.

Oh, no, this can't be right.

All right, this here
is a mountainous area

just northeast
of the national park.

No, no, we ruled
that area out already.

There are no caves there.
Nothing. There's no way.

Well, that's because
they're not in a cave at all.

They're in a mine.

Now, the mine is right in here.

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

but I'm tellin' you, it's huge

and it's called
the Black Rock Mines.

Black rock mines.
Are you certain?

That's affirmative, Major. No,
we're absolutely certain about that.

Good work.
We'll be there at dawn.

All right.

Sir, they've located the bats.

We're clear to
move in at 0600 hours.

No, that's no longer an option.

Who knows where they'll be then?

We go in
while they're out feeding.

Sir, based on the nature
of these creatures,

I strongly suggest that
we wait for daybreak.

You don't need to tell me
how dangerous they are, Major.

The government has been working
on this project for over a decade.

McCabe was working
in Weapons Development.

Yes, Major, it was us.

We started it
and now we'll end it.

Go, go.

These are from
an old geological survey.

I figure the bats
have to be here.

No. No they're deeper.

They would never allow
themselves to be that vulnerable.

Well, since this cavern's man-made,
the trip down should be pretty easy.

Provided, of course,

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

How about other entrances?

As far as I know,
the entrance the bats are using

is the only one
this place has ever had.

One entrance.

Nice tunnel down,
should be a piece of cake.

No, it won't.

They'll know you're there.

They'll know what you're up to.

They'll try and stop you.

What are you talking about?

They're always aware.

That's how I designed them.

To be perfect killing machines.

- What?
- You son of a bitch.

They found us.

How? How
could they have found...

Because I called them here.

And now, we'll put
an end to all this.

They're takin' out the power.

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

No. You let them go, didn't you?

Very perceptive, Sheila.

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

Do you know how many people have died,
McCabe? Huh? Do you even care?

They simply need
to be controlled!

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

Then do it! Control them!

You go on! Stop 'em right now!

Why would I wanna do that?

Bitch.

They're gettin' in.

Look out!

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

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

Whoa, I hate this shit!

Come on, work with daddy!
Come on now.

Shit!

It's on now.

Get back! Get back right now,
Sheila! Get back!

Get away from the window!

Get out of here!

Yeah! That's right! I got
something for your asses now!

Come on!

Yeah! Burn,
you flying rats! Burn!

You done messed with
the wrong brother this time!

Come on! Burn!

Yeah!

Oh, shit! Come on!

Work with me! Come on, baby!

Work with me! Come on!

Let's go!

Now, come on!

Come on!

McCabe, come on back here now.

Doctor,
just come back inside slowly.

Don't you see? They want me.

They've come for me.

Because I can control them!

I made them that way.

Come to me.

No!

Get off!

Hey, hey, listen.

They're gone.

Because they got
what they came for.

Oh, my God. They tried to do it.

They tried to go in
during the night.

Would you look at this shit?

Damn!

It's down there. What is?

Refrigeration unit.
It's a big one.

Looks like they wired this whole
damn place with explosives.

To seal the mine.

That seems to be the plan.

Come in. Come in. Major Reid,
this is Sheriff Emmett Kimsey.

I'm here with Dr. Sheila Casper.
We're at the Black Rock Mines.

Major Reid here.

Sheriff, right now there's an
air campaign headed your way

with instructions
to bomb and gas that mine

in exactly 62 minutes
and counting.

Now, I suggest you
get out of there. Now.

They can't do that.

If they bomb that mine,
the bats will scatter.

Then no one's gonna be
able to stop them.

Major, I don't know
if you know this,

but your cooling unit is
down there. It's in the cavern.

Yes, Sheriff, unfortunately,
those men were unable to turn it on.

That was a failed mission.

What?

We're gonna have to go
down there and turn it on.

Major, if you can
give us a little bit of time,

we can turn this
thing on for you.

No, I will not halt this air
strike! Do you understand?

Now get the hell out of there
and that is an order.

Major, please, listen to me.
We are right here, right now!

We can turn this thing on!
You just gotta give us a chance!

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

Shit!

All right, we got about an hour.

An hour to get down there, turn on
that cooling unit, and seal the entrances.

1-7-0.

Hey, Sheila, look over there.

Good. Just say the word, baby.
I'm at your command.

If there's any problem,
you know what you have to do, right?

What are you talkin' about?

You're both gonna be
up here with me by then.

Look, you and I are the only ones
who really know how bad this can be.

Now, I need to know that you'll
blow that entrance if you have to.

Trust me, Sheila.
It's not gonna come to that.

But you'll do it?

Yeah. You can count on me.

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

I tell you though,
when this is over,

I'm gonna lay on the beach
for, like, three years.

Some place they've never
heard of a bat.

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

Two tunnels.

There's only one on the map.

Great.

You gotta make a choice.

To the right.

See those over there?

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

I'd say one of our bats dragged 'em
in here as sort of an in-flight snack.

Very good, Sheriff.

I'll make you
a Chiropterologist yet.

You all right?

Are you all right?

Yeah. Fine.

What's with this water?

It's guano.

It's filled with parasites
and insects that feed on it.

Are you kiddin' me? I am
not up to my chest in bat shit!

I'm afraid you are, Sheriff.

Whoo! Nasty.

Is this what you call normal?

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

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

Wait a minute.

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

Oh, Jesus!

Welcome to ground zero, Sheriff.

Oh, my God.

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

God,
there must be millions of them.

You folks need to
be real quiet right about now.

It's taken you, like,
15 minutes to descend.

That means you have
30 minutes to fire up
that cooling unit

and get your asses back up top.

What's the temperature
down there?

52.

It's better than we hoped.

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

I know you're not askin' me.

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

That will be nice.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
hurry up. Losin' time.

This shouldn't be too difficult.

Looks like we're gonna
need a key to complete this job.

Oh, no.

Shit! Damn it.

I found one.

Let's hope it's the right one.

Jimmy, Jimmy,
it's working! It's workin' like a dream.

Ha! Bravo, as they say
in the opera.

Now, get your asses up here
before the fat lady starts singin'.

Roger, base. We're arming.

I think we better keep moving.

Oh, God!

It's gone. No.

They're just circling
their prey.

Jimmy, if we don't make it,
you know what we discussed, right?

You gotta blow that entrance.

Yeah. Sure.

Jimmy, we have no other choice.

Yes, you do! You have seven minutes,
Sheila! Come on!

Emmett, I lost your video!

Get it off me! Get it off me!

Get out!

Yeah! Yeah!

Shoot it!

Emmett! We gotta
get out of here.

Can you breathe okay now? Yeah.

How much time, Jimmy?

Four minutes! Come on!

Initiating firebombing.

Sheila, come on!

We're not gonna make it!

You will! Come on!

Go, go!

Commencing final approach.

Come on! Go! Go!

Blow the entrance!

All right, all right, come on!
You can make it!

Now!

Call 'em off!
Major, call off your boys!

We did it! We sealed the mine!

Are you sure?

We have to be
absolutely certain.

Am I certain? Is pig pork? Yes,
I'm certain!

Here you go,
sir. What's the status?

Major Reid.

All right.

We got satellite confirmation.
Good work.

Now get the hell out of there.

Sheila, are you okay?

Yeah. You?

You all right? You okay?

I'll live.

You did it! Damn it!

I told you, Sheila!

Just hold that there.

Okay, the temperature
inside's droppin' fast.

Our bats should be sound asleep.

And their little bat asses
frozen forever.

Provided there are
no other entrances.

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

Good job, guys.

Jimmy.

Honey, you stink.

What's he talking about?
I don't smell anything.

I smell bat doo-doo.

Well,
before you get all precious,

you know,
you ought to take a look in a damn mirror.

That ain't
your best look, either.

Come on, doo-doo! Comin'.

Oh, it's about time for a cigar.