"Journal entry number 11345-1." "3:20 p.m., Thursday, June 6th." "The concentration of serotonin has been increased by two milligrams... and dissolved in a 0.8 saline solution." "Uh-uh, point 5." "Correction, 0.5 saline." "Yesterday's slight increase didn't make any difference in tissue absorption." "Mmm." "We're optimistic that the serotonin increase will be sufficient to produce an intensified level of aggression without causing harmful side affects." "Where's McConnel?" "If this new solution proves effective in the animals... we will begin human testing." "Hey... the gang's all here." "All right... final phase." "We hope to be able to show that aggressive behavior is triggered by fluctuations in brain chemistry, as well as fluctuations in neurotransmitters, such as serotonin." "Spank me harder, baby." "Oh, sorry." "Ethanol oestradiol, LHRH." "Maintained at minus 15 degrees Celsius." "If we can prove Dr. Burns' theory... then we believe by manipulating the level of MAO-A enzyme, which breaks down neuro- transmitters... we should be able to control aggressive and hyperactive behavior." "One milligram of ethanol oestradiol to increase plasma testosterone." "E-Mail for Doctor Irwin Burns." "Urgent." "Now whatl?" "What's going on?" "All right." "Increase the serotonin by 25 milligrams... and add 20 milligrams of the amantadine." "Hello?" "What are you guys doing?" "Dr. Burns had carefully measured that." "Exactly!" "Carefully, carefully, carefully." "Breakthroughs aren't made carefully and conservatively, daddy's little girl." "Science is about taking risks and pushing boundaries." "But we've been making such progress." "Okay, 25 more milligrams of ethanol oestradiol." "You think so?" "I've made more progress in one day with my own testing than your father's made in three goddamn years." "Not that he'd now it of course, because he never listens to me." "What are you talking about?" "He highly values your expertise." "Bullshit!" "He keeps everything under lock and key." "He's so secretive, he's gotta do it all himself." "Cause he's a paranoid, old wimpy geek." "It's time we made some goddamn progress around here." "Hmm." "Toshi, how can you betray him?" ", how can you betray him?" ", how can you betray him?" "She's just as sick of your father as I am." " But he is in charge of this." " Not any more." "And there's nothing he can do about it." "Sixteen milligrams of rubidium, and ten milligrams of ethyl alcohol." "Don't bother." "I changed the key code." "Open this door." "I demand that you open this door!" "Irwin!" "Irwin!" "Oh shit!" "It's reacting." "Kat h ryn?" "That shouldn't be happening." "We checked the calculations three times." "McConnel: oh,shit!" ":oh, shit!" ":" "Oh, shit!" "I;" "Dad:" "I;" "Dad:" "Kathryn!" "Oh, God..." "Kat h Kat h Kat h fyn!" "Kathryn!" "Aaaah!" "Oh, God." "Kathryn." "Kathryn!" "Kat h ryn!" "Kat h ryn!" "Come on." "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the street merrily, merrily life's a bowl of treats." "Row, row, row your boat gently down the street..." "Row, row row your boat gently down the street... merrily, merrily, merrily merrily, merrily, merrily... pop goes the weasel." "I'm telling." "You're in big trouble." "Scaredy cat." "Scaredy cat." "Scaredy cat." "I hate you." "I'm telling mom." "Looks like you'll be around a couple more years." "Well, the Mrs.'ll be disappointed." "So, I'm not having a heart attack, huh, Brad?" "It's probably just a had case of indigestion." "But let me go check on those test results." "Maybe it's just Betty's sausages." "Mmm." "I'm gonna miss those." "I'll be right hack." "Poor thing." "Brad breaking' her heart like that" "That's not what I heard." "I heard he wanted her to move to the city with him... but she turned him down flat." "What a shame, those two were made for each other." "Maybe she'll change her mind." "She's got too much of her father's stubbornness." "You know those Biddies." "Maybe he'll change his mind." "Thanks, Sam." "Have a nice day." "Just as I thought, everything's fine." "If you weren't carryin' around this baby... you'd be a whole lot better off." "This baby's the lifeblood of this town." "And I can guarantee a couple of inches by the end of the festival." "Rumor has it, Juergen's outdone himself with this years brew." "Mm-mmm." "So I'm told." "You do plan on hanging out with us small town folk at least through the weekend, don't you?" "Nope." "Gotta go tomorrow." "Well, we're all gonna miss ya." "Especially a certain pretty cop I know." "Who happens to get her good looks from her daddy." "I'm only four hours away." "Dr. Kagen, something's wrong." "I don't know what to do." "He won't talk, I found him lying in the woods" "Slow down, Mrs. Stills." "Take it easy." "Let's just get him on the table." "Let me get out of your way." "Grace, don't worry, the doctor 'll take care of Mikey." "Everything's gonna be all right." "Thanks, Mayor." "I've never seen him like this." "I can't get him to respond." " What's wrong with him?" " He's in shock." "I can't even get him to let go of his toy." "Let's go." "I got him." "25 yards." "Northeast." "Son of a bitch." "I see him." "Watch out!" "Watch out!" " He's right there." " Shoot, damn it." "Shoot!" "Damn!" "All right, Jesse." "Kickin' ass!" "The bushmaster!" "Oh, man, what a chase." "Let's see the trophy, Jess." "No more hoppin' for you Mr. Rabbit." "Oh, man." "Hey, Corky." "Hey, Corky." "Hey, girl." "Hey, Corky." "Come on fetch." "Damn lazy dog." "Oh, I almost forgot." "I got something for you." "Thanks." "That was, uh, that was sweet." "Oh, cool." "This is the exact one I wanted." "How'd you know?" "Where'd you get it?" "Jesse doesn't carry this one." "I had him, um, special order that for you." "It's got 256k." "You got rolodex, you got dayplanner." "Plus an alarm, world time, map, reminder, password access." "Yes, yes, yes." "And you can hackload it all on your computer." "I know this is the one I wanted." "They're great." "I was gonna get one for myself, but um... you know me, I'm more of a paper and pen kinda gal." "Besides there's nothing like the smell of a good leather binder." "What am I doing?" "What am I doing?" "It's so easy to slip hack." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, Jo." "You know how I feel about you... but I, I can't do this." "It's not, it's not fair for either of us." "I don't want to change my mind." "There's just... there's just so many things that I... that I want to accomplish, things I'm never gonna get to do in a small town." "I mean you have to go to the city, the big city... to be a specialist, to be at the big hospital..." "I'm tired of everybody knowing everybody else's business, and I..." "I know, I know we've been through all this before hut..." "I wish you would change your mind and come." "Just, just come with me please?" "We have been through this before." "The timing's off." "Your wants and needs are... are different than mine." "I'm happy here and you're not." "Beside's we're like, what, only four hours away?" "Yeah." "Jo, you there?" "Jo?" "Yeah, Ben, go ahead." "Call just came in from old man Simpson's." "Sounds pretty serious." "Find Pat and bring him with you." "Dr. Kagen's still fishing." "He won't be hack till tomorrow." "Damn..." "Has Brad left yet?" "I think he's still around." "Well, find him." "We need him." "Be right there." "I'm sure it's nothing." "Brad, glad you're still around." "Ya just caught me, I'm leaving tomorrow." " Nice to see you, Brad." " Yeah, you too, Bud." "So whatta we got?" "Well, we got a call from Jimmy Ray." "He was delivering groceries when he found Simpson inside." " What's wrong with him?" " Well, he's pretty dead." "What happened?" "Tryin' to figure that out." "Seems old man Simpson was chopping wood here, when somethin' must a surprised him and attacked him." "Somethin' what?" "Tryin' to figure that out." "And he struggled to make it all the way inside." "What's this from?" "You're trying to figure that out." "Uh-huh." "You know guys, Simpson had a dog." "Yeah, that's right." "Corky." " Hey Bud, would you?" " Yeah, I'll take a look." "Hey, Bud." "Watch your step." "Somethin' wanted to get inside pretty damn bad." "Jeez." "Ugh." "What is that from?" "I'm not sure." "Corky." "Corky?" "Come here, girl." "Corky!" "Come on, girl." "Got a nice big bone for ya." "Okay, a big juicy steak." "That's my final offer." "Jesus Christ." "Hand me my forceps." "Is that what I think it is?" "I've never seen one so" "Hey, get a load of this." "Grab this end." "Jesus..." "I guess we're not gonna find Corky." "Haemotoxins cause a breakdown of the blood cells leading to local bruising and internal bleeding." "Neurotoxins affect the central nervous system especially the part controlling respiration and the heart." "As much as you got." "Yep." "Perfect." "I said two p.m., guys." "Where is it?" " Yeah?" " Jo, it's me." "Hey." " Hey." " Hey thanks." "Power company's got an a.m./p.m. learning disability." " Hello?" " Dr. Burns?" " Speaking." " Phil, City Hospital Pharmacy." "I just received an unusual antivenin request that I think you want to know about." "It's from a town in close proximity." "This year's hops have a real unique aroma, flavor, and character, making the new Fillmore Lager..." "Juergy, Juergy, Juergy." " Juergen." " You're so cute." "As if I really care what hops are." "For me." "Hops?" "A bunny rabbit hops." "This is not about beer." "This is about, I know it sounds funny... it's about image." "Coolness." "Prestige." "If you're not drinking Fillmore Lager you're out." "Passe." "Like roller-skates, record players, and Riunite on ice." "You know what I mean?" "No." "What I know about... is that this year's brew is the best it's ever been." "And everyone's going to know that." " Juergy." " Juergen." "Whatever." "This is how it works:" "You start with a good product, which you have." "Yah, we use only the finest malt, rice, yeast." "Exactly." "You're the hrewmeister." "Then you need a consistent message like..." ""Fillmore up." "The big-time small-town taste."" "Which we will kick off at this year's festival." "Juer, Juergy." "Thank you." "We got these bands." "We got the babes, we got the boys... we got nationwide coverage." "All you have to worry about is keepin' the beer flowing'." "It's gonna be huge." "It's not only me that's counting on this." "It's out of the question." "But Mayor, this is an extremely dangerous medical situation." "If we have a problem here, let's solve it." "Let's not blow it outta proportion." "It's already out of proportion." "Ben, are you tellin' me we can't handle one stinkin' snake?" "Until I know what I'm up against I can't answer that." "Jesus!" "How many snakes did we shoot when we were kids?" "Come on." "You didn't see what this thing did to Simpson." "And he had an ax in his hand." "Snakebites usually aren't fatal" "Tell that to Simpson." "He probably had an allergic reaction." "He was old, he had a weak heart which would make him more affected by the hemolytic principle in the venom." "And he lived alone in the middle of nowhere." "Did you see the size of this fang?" "The venom disintegrated half his face." "I saw the body, Brad." "A lot of people got a lot riding on the future of this brewery." "Including most of us in this room here." "And if I cancel this festival..." "Fillmore Lager remains a great beer that only locals know about." "And it's gonna cost this town a lotta money." "I got a responsibility to see that that don't happen." "Mayor, mayor, with all due respect... people are here now." "People who don't know their way around nature." "City people." "There's a lotta camping gain' on, a lotta drinking'... and we don't know what this thing is capable of." "Let's send 'em home now." "I won't do that." "At least, let's move it somewhere safer." " That's got better crowd control." " What about Central Avenue?" "Let's make it a street festival." "Yeah, then we can block off the other streets." "Biddle Park's been the tradition... that's why a lotta people come here." "We're talkin' about a snake here." "A creature that eats rodents, small animals and other snakes." "Maybe that's why the crops are so good this year." "Because of a monster snake." "Pardon me for interrupting..." "I was told I could find Dr. Kagen here." "I'm Doctor Kagen." "What can I do for you?" "Dr. Brad Kagen?" "I'm Brad Kagen." " Who are you?" " I'm Doctor Irwin Burns." "I understand that you have requested a large amount of polyvalent antivenin." " You're from City Hospital?" " No." "I'm a biochemist." "And what can we do for you, Dr. Burns?" "If I can confirm the presence of these chemicals, then we'll know for sure if it was Seth." "Venom entered through a bite on the lower left calf." "We also found traces of venom in his eyes, probably causing blindness prior to death." "I was surprised that he was able to make it to the house." "There's also two puncture marks indicating a bite behind the right ear, just under the hairline which I initially missed." "That would account for the hemorrhaging." "So, uh, what caused the accident?" "My lack of people skills." "Damn needle in a haystack." "We need a herpetologist." "I know someone." " You're sure it's him?" " There's no doubt." "The sloughed skin and chemical compounds confirm it." "Oh, now that we know what we're dealing with..." "I think we should call City Hospital hack and get the proper antivenin." "Polyvalent may be insufficient." "We gotta find Seth and destroy him before he kills again." "Nice, very nice." "Confidence." "It's all about confidence." "Pressure to the head." "Steady." "Good." " Yes?" " Hash... you have a very important phone call." "Thank you." "I'll take it in my office." "I gotta take this call, okay?" "You keep working." "Don't get too cocky now." "Expect the unexpected." "Damn." "Penelope." "I'm comin', I'm comin'." "You naughty girl." "Penelope?" "Oh come on, I wasn't away that long." "Fine, more for me." "This is Eric Anderson broadcasting from Biddle Park." "We're at the Fillmore Lager Beer Festival." "We're coming to you with some crazy people here, we've got Fumes." "Brewfest." "Brewfest." "Please leave a message." "Dad, you there?" "Burns confirmed that Simpson's death had to be from his snake." "The Mayor's being really stubborn about this and I think you're gonna need to, um... just give me a call when you get this." "Hey, hey whoa, guys." "Slow down." "Party's the other way." "Nothin's gain' on around here." "Good night." "Wyatt Earp." "Keeper of the peace." "It's a livin'." "Sheriff told me I'd find you here." "So how's it goin"!" "Oh, drunk guys, I can handle." "30 foot snakes, I don't know about." "Burns called in a herpetologist." " A herpewhat?" " Snake expert." "Supposedly, he's one of the best." "Should be able to help you guys out." "Right." "Right." "So you're still goin"!" "They're expectin' me tomorrow." "I'm already late." "Who's gonna administer antivenin if this thing can't be stopped?" "The town doctor, Pat Kagen." "Okay." "So, where's your dad anyway?" "I didn't see him at the festival." "I don't know." "I haven't seen him since this morning." "I left a message for him on the answering machine." "I go on patrol in about ten minutes." "If you like, I can check in on him." "Yeah, I'd appreciate that, Jo." "Thanks." "I gotta go finish packing'." "Yeah, sure Brad." "Dr. Kagen." "DI'." "Kaye"?" "Pat!" "Pat." "Pat." "Pat!" "Pat." "Look, we don't know for sure." "Maybe he got away." "Let's not have any false hopes here." "Even if he did get away the venom would've killed him and we'd have found his body by now." "I'm sorry." "That's all I can say." "I'm truly sorry." "I'll shut it down now." "There's no immediate danger." "Repeat, there's no immediate danger." "I always wanted me a pair of them snakeskin boots." "From what I hear we could open a goddamn store." "Let's go kick some ass." "Well sir, the Still's sighting was here." "The two teenagers disappeared here." "Simpson's place is here." "And the most recent attack of, uh was here." "Okay, and that's all the attacks you know about?" "Yeah." "That we know about." "Well... it's pretty clear that he's marked out his territory." "That's a pretty large area, my friend." "He's a pretty large snake." "Dr. Burns... how did you manage to cross an African King Cobra, with an Eastern Diamondback rattlesnake?" "Gene splicing." "Gene splicing." "Interesting." "Why would anyone want to combine two of the most deadly species of poisonous snakes?" "We wanted the most aggressive animals possible for testing." "Fascinating." "Foolish." "So, how do we get rid of it?" "Well, first we have to find it, of course." "I want to make sure that we all know and respect exactly what we're dealing with here." "Respect?" "Yeah, um... you see in order to overcome a deadly opponent... you have to learn to think like it." "I hate snakes." "All right." "Consider, Deputy Fuller... snakes kill in one year more people than sharks kill in 100 years." "They are responsible for more deaths than all the other dangerous animals in the world combined." "Now that is a power you have to learn to respect just a little hit." "Let's consider Ophiophagus Hannah, 0l'I... the African King Cobra." "Its venom, a tablespoon, even dried, could kill 165 people or 165,000 mice." "Oh, and then there is Vihoras de Cascaheles." "Spanish for rattlesnake." "Rattlesnakes can strike at ten feet per second." "It has the most highly developed fangs of all the venomous snakes." "Now, my whole point is... as if nature wasn't good enough, and thanks to science... we now have here... a specimen with all these beautiful traits." "Come on, Buck!" "Over here!" "Check it out." "We're gonna need bigger guns." "Hey, hey." "Snakes pick up on vibrations in the ground." "Okay, so we want to make as little noise as possible." "But here's the game plan." "We're gonna pound stakes into the ground, that's the reason for the rubber mallet." "We're gonna attach the razor wire to each stake with this wire and that's the reason for the cutters and the gloves." "So remember, work as quietly as you can... look out for anything that might be moving... and, um, expect the unexpected." "Is that all you got?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Don't you have some kind of modern technology to fight this thing?" "These are the tools of my trade, Brad." "I've been at this for over 25 years." "But this is not an ordinary snake." "The methodology for catching a snake doesn't change." "Besides I've made some modifications." "Why don't we just shoot the damn thing?" "Sure, let's shoot him, be my guest." "Go on shoot 'em." "He's that tree over there." "Shoot." "Fine you want me to shoot him?" "I'll shoot that tree." "If you want to kill him instead of just pissing him off, you're gonna have to hit him in the head." "That's that rock about six inches off the ground." "No, that's not him, there he is over there, he's that tree." "He's going through the leaves through the leaves... there he is at ten o'clock." "Go ahead shoot him, man." "Okay, okay, I got the idea." "You better get it... because if you don't you're dead." "Now you're calm right now." "But you see this guy eyeball to eyeball your adrenaline is going to kick in and you will not be calm." "There's probably two people amongst us here... okay, maybe one... that maybe, maybe could get off a shot... if we get lucky and if we get a chance." "Believe me, guys... the gun is not the way to go, at best it's only a backup." "You're gonna go up there now?" "Yeah, thought I'd take a look, check some things out." "I'll come with you." "No, you'll stay here." "What happened to never being alone in case of a bite?" "You know, I am qualified for that." "Ah, I almost forgot, doctor." "Can you ride a hike?" "Yeah, I think so." "There's an extra one in there." "Why the bikes?" "Less vibrations." "Gets you closer to the action." "Besides I ain't a very good runner." "I'm Japanese." "Japanese were not built to run, we were built to last." "Brad, be careful." "Jo, you there?" "Yeah, Ben, go ahead." "How's it 9°I"9'-'" "We're setting up camp." "Brad and Hash went to take a look around." "Do you guys see anything by you?" " No sign of it." " Where are you guys?" "Oh, about a mile past Canyon Creek." "Gonna head over toward Jackson farm." "You guys be careful." "Yeah, you too." "What is that?" "Shit." "I think it's him." "I think it's him." "Jeez." "Holy shit." "I think it's him." "I think it's him." "Jesus, this sucker's huge." "Son of a bitch." "It's already dead." "Hey, saws!" "I got 'em." "He's already dead!" "Billy." "Billy!" "Jesse, Conrad!" "Jesse, Conrad!" "Oh my God, oh ml!" "" "Come on!" "Billy!" "Billy what happened?" "Did you get bit?" "Billy show me where you're hit." "Get his clothes off so we can see where he's hit." "Jesus Christ, his pulse is going through the roof." "Get a tourniquet ready!" "Billy, hang in there, buddy." "Billy!" "Jesus." "Oh shit man, come on, do something." "Try CPR." "He's dead." "No, no he can't, he can't he... if we suck the venom out, he'll be all right." "He's dead, Buck." "No, no, he can't he." "He can't he." "Buck!" "God damn it!" "It can't be far, let's go get it." "What about Billy?" "There's nothing we can do for him now." "We'll come hack for him." "All right, spread out." "I wanna get that son of a bitch." "Oh God." "I don't wanna die." "Buck!" "Get it together!" "Come on." "Time to die you son of a" "Oh shit, we're screwed, we're screwed!" "Conrad." "Conrad!" "Conrad!" "Conrad!" "Oh God." "Get out of the way." "Oh shit." "Hold still." "Jesse move." "They play dead?" "Yeah, like a dog." "Cohras'll do that sometimes to lure their prey in." "They're very clever." "What is it?" "Here, hold this hack." "Snake shit." "That's uric acid crystals, nitrogenous waste." "Snake piss." "It's still pretty fresh." "He can't be too far." "What?" "You see something?" "Shh!" "Someone's coming." "There." "That's Buck." "Buck!" "Buck!" "Buck." "Buck." "Buck!" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "What happened?" "What happened?" "What are you, what, what happened?" "Huh?" "What happened?" "Oh shit." "Back up slowly... one step at a time." "Calm, calm." "Ben!" "Open the door, Ben." "Ben, open the door, man!" "Open the damn door." "Let's go man!" "Let's get the hell out of here!" "Will you shut up?" "We're not gain' anywhere." "We finally found the damn thing." "Okay, buddy boy, respect it, love it." "Maybe it knocked itself out." "Guess not." "I'll be a son of a" "It's popped the damn tires, man!" "Good deduction, Sherlock." "Where the hell is it, man?" "Tryin' to figure that out." "Maybe it left." " So go check." " Are you crazy, man?" "!" "I almost lost my love jones out there." "I ain't gain' nowhere!" "Oh shit." "Come on, baby." "Come on." "Oh shit." "Blld!" "Hang in there, Bud." "Blld." "So, what's in the syringe?" "Saltwater base with a high concentration of King Cobra venom." "I thought you said a spoonful would kill a hundred men." "Yeah, it would." "But I've been bitten so many times... and injected myself with increased dosages over the years that" "That you body's built up the antibodies to counteract the venom." "Jeez, he's like a walking supply of antivenin." "Somethin' like that." "You okay?" "I'm all right." "How many times you been bit?" "A few times too many." "How often you inject yourself?" "Couple times a month." "See, I can't let my antibodies slide... otherwise I gotta start all over and build 'em up again." "My blood has saved a few lives over the years." "When I kick the bucket, no one will care about my organs, but my blood could be worth millions." "So what was your worst bite?" "Well, none of 'em were exactly pleasant." "But, this is quite a story." "I was working with a Black Mamba some years ago..." "Called him "Sammy"." "But I got a little too lax in handling him one day... and uh, Sammy put his fangs in right here... they went all the way through and came out here." "Luckily, I kept my head... so I milked Sammy and pulled him out of my hand without getting too much venom into the wound." "You might even say we were blood brothers from then on." "He even sends me a card now and then." "That's amazing, Hash." " Jo, he doesn't really send me" " Hash, I got it." "I meant the story." "So, uh, Hash, you got a plan for tomorrow?" "Yep." "Well, enough campfire stories for tonight, huh?" "I think I'll go relieve Burns." "I figured he had a plan." "I was just kinda curious" "Yeah, you addressed that point." "You do think he has a plan, don't ya?" "Oh, yeah I'm sure he does." "Yeah, I'm sure he's got one." "That looks good to me." "You think we need more?" "That should do it." "Ben, this is Jo, come in." "Ben, this is Jo, come in." "Bud, are you guys there?" "I'm really worried about them." "They can take care of themselves." "I'm sure they're okay." "Wow, that's pretty strong." "Yep." "So now what?" "Well, once we finish covering it up... we wait." "How is this supposed to work again?" "The vibrations from the thumper box will attract Seth to the area." "Hopefully." "Oh, he'll come." "I designed that box myself, it always works." "And when he sees the gourmet meal that we have catered for him... lunch time begins." "Then, while he's digesting... and becomes a little sluggish... the show begins." "I'll wrangle him into the tube... you guys will seal the tube, after he's cleared, of course... and then you lock it in." "I'll turn on the gas... and our overgrown elapid will go night-night forever." "Are you certain there's enough gas in there to kill it?" "Absolutely." "Well, what if you can't get him into the tube?" "Jo, you guys hired me for a job." "Now you're all gonna have to trust me." "Dr. Burns, come on, you're not going to need that." "Let's hope not." "Maybe it's moved on." "Nah, he's out there." "I can feel it." "How can you tell?" "Shh." "You see it?" "Quite." "There." "Where?" "Shh." "Jesus, listen to that." "It sounds hungry." "Let's hope he likes goat." "Keep it down." "Look at the size of him." "Oh, he's beautiful." "Come on, Seth." "Come on." "Come and get it." "Come on." "Come on." "What's he waiting for?" "What the hell are you doing?" "I can get him." "That's not the plan." "I've got a perfect shot." "No!" "Stop;" "What the hell's the matter with you?" "I had the shot!" "Shut up, that was not the plan." "Never mind the plan." "It'd be dead by now." " Bullshit you'da missed!" " Not if you hadn't interfered." " You screwed everything up!" " Your plan wasn't working." "There's no time for this!" "Let's just figure out what to do." "There's nothing to figure out." "We gotta find him and get him into the goddamn tube before he kills us all first." "Look, I had the shot." "Why didn't you just stick to the plan?" "The plan, as far as I'm concerned... is to kill it, no matter how." "I had the shot and he knows it." "Aaaah!" "My thigh!" "I got him, I got him!" "Stay with Burns." "'5t°P moving!" "Stop moving!" "You're gonna be okay." "You are a big boy, Seth." "Yeah, yeah, ya like this?" "You like this, Seth?" "Come on baby, show me something." "Stay down." "Come on, Irwin." "Stay with us." "Antivenin going in." "Come on, Sethy boy." "You're gonna have to show me something better than that my friend." "Come on, stay with us." "Come on, give me more, more!" "Come on!" "Is that the best you got?" "Check his pulse." "It's hitting through the roof." "Aw damn, polyvalent's not working." "Oh, you're good, baby." "Come on, baby." "Come on." "I got you now, big guy." "Come on." "Jo, get the tube closer." "Hash?" "Hash!" "Get away from him!" "Die!" "Why won't you die!" " Brad!" " Hang in there." "Brad." "Get away from her!" "Brad!" "I'll lead him into the tube!" "Go for the other end." "Open it up." "Brad, wait!" "It's stuck!" "Brad!" "Come on!" "Brad!" "Jo!" " Come on!" " Jo!" " Damnit!" " Now would be good." ".J°!" "I am going to die in here!" "He's gain' for the other end!" "Shit!" "We'll never make it!" "Go for that tree, we'll jam him in." "Go!" "Push!" "Faster." "Come on, go!" "I got it!" "Close the vents and gas him." "Good!" "Good!" "What's this?" "A little somethin I got for ya." "You know there's nothin' like the smell of a good leather hinder." "Except for the smell of a cadmium lithium battery." "I took the liberty of fillin' in some important dates for ya." "Oh You did, did you?" "Yeah." "Wow, looks like a busy week." "It is." "I called Dr. Brown... and I told him that I had been offered a better position somewhere else." "I turned down the hospital job." "Are you sure that's what you want?" "I think there's plenty of excitement right here." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" "You are, but that's okay." "The helicopter'll pick it up late this afternoon." "Thank God it's over." "Yeah!" "Are you okay?" "It's all right." "It's okay."