(drumroll)
(rousing orchestral fanfare playing)
(fanfare ends)
(ominous chord plays)
(electronic tone pulsing)
(electronic whir increasing in volume)
(electricity crackles)
(electronic snap and buzz)
(crackling and whooshing)
(low, distant electronic pulsing)
(eerie tones playing)
(ominous, dramatic theme begins)
(deep whooshing)
♪ ♪
(thud, squishing)
(screeching)
(engines whooshing)
(slimy slithering)
(deep growling)
(footsteps passing by, low growling)
(gurgling, chittering)
(low, guttural croaking)
(flame hissing)
(roars)
(distant snarling)
(engines whooshing)
MAN: Okay, now, take your time.
(whispering): There you go.
(explosion, rumbling)
Dad! Dad! It's up here!
Slow down, Sam, slow down.
(ominous theme plays)
♪ ♪
(clanking)
(chittering)
(screeching)
Wow...
Yeah, we're... we're gonna show this to the sheriff.
- (chittering) - (growling)
What's happening? Come on, let's go.
Come on—go!
(keypad beeping)
(Predator growling)
FATHER: Move it. Go, go, go!
- (Sam pants, coughs) - Go, Sam...
Oh! (grunts)
Sam, you all right?
- (eerie screech in distance) - Stay down.
(birds squawking in distance)
(gasps)
(rustling)
Dad, I'm scared.
Shh, shh, shh...
- (eerie screech) - (father gasps, Sam whimpers)
(anxious breathing)
(screeching)
Watch out!
(sizzling, hissing)
(groaning)
(sizzling, crackling)
- Dad! - (muffled groans)
(muffled groaning, gagging)
Dad.?..
(alarm signal beeping)
(deep growling)
(electronic whirring)
(alarm beeping)
- (guttural croaking) - (keypad beeping)
(beeping)
(machinery clanking)
(deep growl)
(clanking)
(engine powers up, rumbles)
(wind whistling)
(indistinct police radio communication)
(brakes squeak, hiss)
How you doin', Dallas?
Eddie.
Come on, I'll give you a ride.
(engine starts)
Yeah, I usually ride in the back.
I seem to remember you being with me
a couple ofthose times.
Ask you something?
You, uh... You regret what you did?
No.
Why? You thought I would?
I think three years is a long time.
(indistinct police radio communication)
You got work lined up?
Why? You hiring?
(both laugh)
I've got enough trouble convincing people
I belong on the job.
But I'll ask around town for you.
I'd appreciate it.
You, uh... seen my brother?
Actually, I been seeing him too much.
(phone ringing in distance)
MAN: Pizza One. How can I help you?
MAN 2: Gotta wear the hat.
Drew, the only reason you make us wear a hat
is 'cause some manager made you wear a hat
when you were a driver.
Look, the only reason you got this job
is because your guidance counselor begged me
to give it to you.
Yeah, I'm sure the fact that she's hot
had nothing to do with that, huh?
1427 Watercrest.
I can't make that delivery.
Have Barry do it.
This is not a democracy.
Make the run or you're fired.
And wear the hat!
(bird squawking)
OFFICER (over radio): This is R-31-David
investigating a 10-66 at sewer junction four.
DISPATCH: Copy that, R-31-David.
(flashlight switch clicks)
(guttural croaking in distance)
(eerie, raspy grunting echoing from distance)
(raspy grunting)
Harry... we keep telling you guys to stay out of here,
and you keep coming back.
I hate to do this, but I'm gonna have to take you in.
Let me just get my dog.
Butch?
Butch!
- (Butch panting) - Come here, boy.
What is that?
- (Butch whimpers) - Oh...!
Jesus!
Uh... Sheriff, Sheriff...
(brakes squeak)
(engine stops, keys jingle)
(door opens, then closes in distance)
(footsteps fading)
(sports broadcast plays on TV)
(doorbell rings)
Hey, Ricky.
Hi, Jesse.
Come on in.
Can I get you something to drink?
I'm good, thanks.
That's a cute outfit, Ricky.
Yeah, isn't Halloween in October?
(chuckling)
At least now I know who ordered the "Sausage Lover's."
Ooh!
My purse is in the kitchen.
(sportscast playing on TV)
I'm sorry.
He can be such an asshole.
Yeah, well... you've always known how to pick 'em, Jess.
Well, I'll let you in on a little secret:
I'm getting ready to fire him.
Fire him.
That's funny.
So what do I owe you?
Uh... $53.50.
Keep it.
Thanks.
I'll see you later.
(fans cheering on TV in distance)
(grunting)
- DALE: Come on! - (Ricky coughing)
JESSE: Dale! Dale, stop it!
Was that laugh you got worth it?
Huh? No answer?
Dale, leave him alone!
(keys rattle)
(groans)
Give me my keys.
(keys splash into water)
If you can find 'em in 30 minutes or less, asshole.
Let's go.
Bitch.
(Ricky coughs)
(guys snickering)
(mocking): Pizza boy.
(grunts)
(coughs)
DALE: Let's go, Jesse!
(bird squawking in distance)
MAN (over radio): ...try and get more information
and call about possible injuries and whether medical is needed.
WOMAN (over radio): 1429.
(cocks gun)
(bird squawks in distance)
(suspenseful theme plays)
Ray, you find anything?
(over radio): Nothing.
Anyone parked at the turnout?
Buddy Benson's truck.
Jesus, Eddie.
He usually goes out with his kid.
(plaintive birdcall echoes from distance)
(birdcalls echoing from distance)
(coughing)
(grunts, groans)
Dad?
(groans)
(deep rumbling)
(yells)
Dad?
(screams)
(gagging, retching)
(screams)
(coughing)
(screeches)
(birds squawking)
(brakes squeaking)
(door opening)
Hey!
I missed you so much.
She's so big!
I know.
Hey!
God. I can't believe you're home!
HUSBAND: It's been so long.
(duffel unzipping)
You want some help?
Are these for me?
You don't like them?
What, are you kidding me?
Those are so cool.
We'll show you how they work later, okay?
GIRL: Okay.
- (closing zipper) - All right.
All right.
(blinds rattling)
You got a problem with the door?
When'd you get back?
Today.
What happened to your face?
Talk about it later.
Ricky...
- Hey! - We'll talk about it later.
- Let's talk about it now. - Get your hands off.
Get your fuckin' hands off me!
What happened to your face?
Dale Collins and his friends jumped me.
They threw my keys in the sewer.
All right, give me the bat.
- What are you doing here... - Ricky...
- What are you doing?! - I'm not gonna ask...
Give me the fuckin' bat.
(sighs heavily)
Come on... I'll help you find your keys.
(door bangs)
(puts bat down)
(distant chittering)
(clattering)
(slithering)
(water splattering)
(Butch growling)
(barking)
Butch, shut up!
(distant hissing)
(screeching, yelling)
(muffled cries)
(chittering)
(groaning)
(chittering)
(hissing)
(cries out)
WOMAN: Harry?
Better save some for me.
(gasps)
Oh, my God.
Oh, Harry.
(screams)
(hissing screech)
(yelling)
Please!
(growling)
(screaming)
(choking, crunching)
(engine rumbling)
(whir of descent)
(birds squawking)
(splashing, electrical crackling)
(crackling intensifies)
(guttural croaking)
(keypad beeping)
(bird squawks)
(startled growl)
(beeping)
(birdcall continues)
(low, guttural croaking)
♪ ♪
(rattle intensifies)
(electronic beeping)
(beeping)
(whoosh)
(growling)
(steam hissing)
(guttural croaking)
(deep, purring growl)
(whoosh)
(growls)
(clinking, hydraulic hissing)
(beeping)
♪ ♪
(whoosh)
(chittering)
(growls)
(weapons clinking in place)
(clinking, hydraulic hissing)
(alarm beeping)
(alarm continues)
(crackling intensifies)
(crickets chirping)
(hinge squeaks)
Mom!
I'm sorry. It's your bedtime, honey.
I'm not sleepy yet.
Molly.
Put those away.
It's time for bed.
I love you.
I want Dad to read it.
Okay.
I love you.
I'll see you in the morning.
Okay?
(gentle theme plays)
Hey...
You remember all those times
you told me how much you missed Mommy?
It's okay to tell Mommy that.
Okay.
(sports broadcast plays on TV)
Hey.
You've done an amazing job with her.
She's missed you.
She's angry that I left.
Well, Molly just needs a little time.
Maybe I made a mistake.
Hey, no. You didn't make a mistake.
We've just missed you.
I missed you too. Yeah.
(grunts)
Hurry up.
(tool clatters)
You want to do it?
You're the convict in the family.
(grunting): Funny.
Help me out, all right?
Why don't we just climb down
from where they threw your keys?
So Jesse can see me climb out covered in shit?
No, thanks.
Wait a second.
We're gonna be covered in shit?
Take this.
(sighs)
It's gross down here.
I can think of worse places.
(water dripping)
Guess nobody's home.
Is that a couch?
Yeah.
It's nicer than ours.
What the hell?
(rats squeaking)
(water sloshing)
Oh, it smells like something died down here.
You sure this is the right way?
This should be it right up here.
That's the drain.
Check down there.
They're your keys, asshole.
You got hands.
Yeah, and I'm not sticking 'em in that shit. You do it.
Knock yourself out.
(groans)
(water sloshing)
Tell me about this girl.
What girl?
The one you got your ass kicked over.
It's just a girl.
(chuckles)
No one goes digging around through shit
over just some girl.
Okay?
What the hell was that?
Relax. It's just a rat.
It's no fuckin' rat.
All right, check that drain.
(ominous theme plays)
♪ ♪
I got 'em.
(roaring growl)
Let's go.
MAN: Shit, Sheriff. That's Buddy's wife.
MAN: Hey, we got some company.
- Darcy. - Eddie.
I haven't heard anything.
- We're looking for them. - They could be hurt.
Or they could be on their way home.
MAN: You're wasting your time.
Okay, folks, please, go back and get in your cars.
Eddie, my family is out there.
And we're gonna find them. Let us handle it.
It's too dangerous out there for you all to search tonight.
Around here, we take care of our own, Sheriff.
We're gonna do the search whether you like it or not.
DARCY: Sam?
SHERIFF: Ray, head towards the bridge.
DARCY: Sammy, where are you?!
SHERIFF: Buddy?!
Buddy?!
Sam?!
MAN: Kelly, bring 'em in!
Where are you, Buddy?
DARCY (electronically distorted): Sam? Sam?
Buddy! Buddy!
SHERIFF: Buddy!
DARCY: We won't stop looking for you, Sammy!
(heartbeat thumping)
(electronic whoosh)
(guttural croaking)
(heartbeat thumping)
(guttural croaking)
(siren whoops)
(chatter, indistinct radio communication)
Eddie?
Darcy, we'll start up again tomorrow.
My husband and my son are out here... somewhere.
They wouldn't stop looking for me.
Do you think that...
something happened?
I don't know.
Why don't you go home and get some rest?
Come on, we need your strength.
Right.
MAN: We're going to regroup tomorrow in the morning.
We're no good at night here.
Ray, anything?
RAY (over radio): Negative.
I'm gonna make a final pass by the ridge.
All right, keep in touch.
Otherwise, I'll see you in the morning.
(heart beating)
(guttural croaking)
(sizzling)
(ominous theme plays)
(guttural croaking)
(sizzling)
DISPATCH (over radio): All units, report back.
(growls)
(panting)
(groans)
(guttural croaking)
(slow, ominous theme plays)
Excuse me, sir.
If you've seen my husband or my son...
- Okay. - Thank you.
Pardon me.
If I could give you this.
This is my husband and my son.
Just keep an eye.
- Oh, sure. - Thank you.
Gunnison residents have been jolted
by the mysterious disappearance of a man and his young son
during a hunting trip yesterday.
Buddy Benson, a repair supervisor
for the Gunnison telephone company
and his young son, Sam, never returned home last night.
Molly? Honey, come eat.
How's the job hunt going?
Is breaking and entering a special skill?
You got any suggestions?
I hear the bank's hiring.
(scoffs)
WAITRESS: Morning, Sheriff.
Hey.
Morning.
Any word on Buddy and his kid?
Carrie?
Coffee, please.
You guys have been out all night, huh?
No. We called it off at 2:00 a.m.
Ray didn't come home?
Eddie, I thought he was out with you.
I tried his cell phone.
Carrie, listen to me.
Ray was pushing real hard last night.
I'm sure he's still looking.
Cell reception out there...
He always calls, Eddie.
Ray!
Ray?!
(flies buzzing)
Ray, you down there?
Ray?
(flies buzzing)
(ominous theme playing)
Oh, my God.
(flies buzzing loudly)
CORONER: I can't believe this is Ray Adams.
I don't want to believe it either.
Know what it would take for a man to do this?
For someone to... skin a human being?
There were no tracks.
Nothing.
Eddie, you're in over your head.
What are you going to do?
I'll let you know when I figure it out.
(heartbeat thumping)
(guttural croaking)
(indistinct chatter in distance)
(knocks on truck)
Hey.
Hey,Jesse.
Hi.
You know, you look at me that same way in class.
Yeah, well, uh...
the clock's behind you.
What?
Tomorrow when you're in class, turn around.
You'll see it.
Yeah, I...
I know that it's there, but...
We both know that's not what you're looking at.
You know, you never were a good liar.
Do you want to go swimming tonight?
Swimming.
Where?
At school.
Come on, it'll be like old times.
Old times, like before you had a boyfriend?
Yeah.
And it's ex-boyfriend, actually.
He's been fired.
So, tonight.
Around 10:00.
See you tonight.
(sputters)
You told his wife?
(low hissing, guttural croaking)
(distant screech)
(mechanical whirring)
(low whoosh)
- (heart beating) - (electronic whirring)
(hissing)
(whirring)
(guttural croak)
(quiet hiss)
(low, guttural croaking)
(weapons clinking)
(electronic whirring)
(low growl, rattling)
- (computer whirring) - (heart beating)
(echoing roar)
(hissing)
(ominous, intense theme playing)
(beeping)
(electronic whooshing)
(rapid beeping)
(weapon booming)
(screeches)
(weapon booms)
(screeches)
- (Alien screeches) - (grunts)
(screeching continues)
(roaring)
(growls)
(roars)
(grunts)
(rumbling)
(growling, hissing)
(beeping)
(roars)
(gasps)
(beeping)
We're closing out now, Darcy.
See you when you get here.
(quiet crackling)
You all right?
If you want to talk...
It's okay.
You're welcome to stay with me and Cathy tonight.
Darcy's coming by- I'm gonna stay with her.
I'll see you tomorrow.
(running, grunting, dishes crashing)
- (choking, gasping) - Richie?
Richie?
(screams): No!
(growling)
(screams)
(crying, whimpering)
(crying)
- (low hissing, growling) - (whimpering, crying)
(whimpers)
(suspenseful theme plays)
(suspenseful theme builds)
(low electronic whirring, powering up)
(indistinct conversation)
(conversation continues)
We found Ray's body in the woods.
He was, uh... he was skinned alive.
Think it's got something to do with...
Buddy and his kid disappearing?
I think this kind of thing doesn't happen here.
DISPATCH (over r adio): Sheriff, we have a report
of a small gas explosion in the sewer under 16th.
- Do you copy? - Roger, Dispatch.
Notify the fire department— I'll meet 'em there.
Right away, Sheriff. Dispatch out.
You want some help?
I don't know, Dallas.
Come on.
I'll ride in the back.
(crickets chirping)
(thud)
(computer whirring, beeping)
(explosion)
(roars)
(alarm blaring)
(switches click, alarm stops)
(eerie hissing)
(thud)
(growling)
(grunting, choking)
(heart beating)
(electronic crackling)
(chittering)
(thud)
Nate?
Nate?!
Nate, where are you?
(thud)
What?
(snarls)
Ricky.
Hey.
So, uh...
how do we get in?
I taped the lock after class.
(both chuckle)
- Hmm. - Uh-huh.
(door closes)
I couldn't decide on which suit I wanted to wear, so...
Now... you tell me...
...are you looking at me or the clock?
(sighs)
Come here.
(car approaching)
(tires squealing)
(car turns off)
Oh, my God.
(door opens)
What do you think you're doing, Jess?
Dale, get out of here.
Just remember, Ricky,
I taught this little slut everything she knows.
(Jesse shudders, Ricky grunts)
- No, Ricky, stop it! - (all yelling)
- (Ricky gasping) - Stop it! Dale, stop it!
Stop it! He's drowning!
(chittering)
(steam hissing)
(quiet footsteps)
(slithering, hissing)
(Predator yowls)
(growls)
(beeping)
(electrical crackling)
(roars)
Get off me.
What the hell was th at?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, get out of the water.
- Get out! -Jesse, go!
Go!
Oh, my God, get out of the pool!
-Jess, run! - (screaming)
(Jesse screaming)
- Oh, my God! - (screaming)
(yelling)
Go! Go!
Do you think he's dead?
Why don't you go back and find out?
No.
Here!
Window!
(panicked yelling)
Shit! Oh, shit!
(grunts)
Aah, help me!
Come on!
Help me, aah!
(screaming)
JESSE: Ricky, come on!
Go!
DISPATCHER: Sherif, fwe have a 10-80 at the nucle ar power plant.
Roger that. We'll be there in 10 minutes.
1 0-4, Sheriff. County and state have been advised as well.
Wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on?
There's been an explosion at the plant.
(sirens wailing)
Well, this day keeps getting better.
(rustling)
(screeches)
(screams)
Daddy, Daddy!
- Daddy! - Hey.
What is it?
It was outside the window.
What?
It was a monster.
(sighs)
Oh, come here.
(grunting): Come here.
You know, when I was your age,
I used to have these awful nightmares.
I saw it.
It was real.
See? No monster.
(Alien shrieks, Tim screams)
(Kelly gasps, Molly screams)
Tim!
MOLLY: Daddy!
(Molly screams)
Dad!
(Tim groaning)
We have to go.
Come on!
MOLLY: Daddy!
(growling)
(guttural croaking)
(grunts)
(Predator growls)
(furious bubbling)
(guttural croaking)
(siren wailing)
EDDIE: The fire spread through the whole plant.
They have to shut down the reactors manually.
Roger that.
Dispatch, we have to evacuate the entire town.
Call the National Guard in Colorado Springs for assistance.
Over.
DISPATCH: 10-4.
Jesus Christ.
- Sheriff. - Yeah.
I think you should hear about this.
Dallas!
All right, thanks a lot.
Ricky, what the hell you doing here?
Something came after us-- I don't know what happened.
- What do you mean something... - We ran all the way here.
Slow down. What came after you?
- I don't know! - Where were you?
We were at the school. Mark- h-he's dead,
and I think they got Nick, too.
What was it?
Ricky!
I don't know.
(water dripping)
(distant siren wailing)
♪ ♪
Call in help.
Somebody's got to know about this.
Eddie.
Dispatch, where's that backup?
Dispatch, come in.
(burst of static over radio)
Dispatch, come in.
(static continues)
Let's go, let's get the hell out of here.
(tires screeching)
(distant siren wailing)
Carrie?
The power's out.
Carrie?
(screeching)
Carrie?
Carrie, are you over...
(hinge creaking)
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Help me!
(indistinct chatter in distance)
KELLY: We have to keep running, baby.
(horns honking, emergency siren wailing)
(indistinct shouting in distance)
MAN: Let's get outta here!
MAN (distant): No, no! No!
(guttural croaking)
(whirring, clanking)
(distant, panicked yelling continues)
MOLLY: Mommy! We left him!
Quiet. Shh.
Come on, come on.
(sirens, horns honking, gunshots in distance)
Mommy, I'm scared.
Shh. It's okay. It's okay. We're gonna be okay.
Did you see one?
MAN: Me, too.
(sirens wailing in dist ance)
(screeches)
(Predator snarls)
(gasps)
(gun cocks)
Mommy, why did you leave Daddy?
(hushed): Shut her up!
(woman screaming in dist ance)
Hey. Put the cigarette out and get down.
Fuck you. I'm not gonna die hiding.
(echoing): Fuck you.
Fuck you.
(snarls)
- You're gonn a get us all killed. - I wanna go home!
- Shut her up. Shut her up. - I wanna see Daddy!
Shut her the fuck up, or I swear to God...
(guttural croaking)
DALE: I don't think the police station is such a hot idea.
EDDIE: What do you want me to do?
We don't know what we're dealing with.
(phone beeping)
Come on.
- Look out! - (tires screeching)
(screams)
(sobbing): Sheriff.
Sheriff.
- Darcy? - Eddie.
Darcy, what happened? What are you doing?
- At the diner. Carrie's stomach. - What?
- Shh. What? - There was so much blood.
Her stomach—it was gone.
(sobbing deeply): She's dead! She's dead...
Ricky, get her inside.
Get her in.
Eddie, people are dying.
We need guns.
The National Guard'll be here soon.
Not soon enough.
(emergency sirens wailing in distance)
Can't believe I'm letting you do this.
This plan is stupid.
Let's just leave town now.
'Cause we're not going to make it out of town
without weapons, dickhead.
You're too stupid to talk, Dale.
Shut up.
(clanking)
(cocks gun)
(emergency siren wailing in distance)
(door closes)
Where are the guns?
Follow me.
(lantern emits high-pitched hum)
Here they are.
EDDIE: Dale, grab some bags.
Jesse, load them up.
Eddie, you got power on that thing?
Yeah, I just need some light.
(emergency siren wailing)
(fire crackling)
Go! Go! Go!
LIEUTENANT (over radio): Ground One, secure the area.
Set up perimeter, provide cover for Ground Two.
Roger, Zero-6 out.
Move! Move! Move!
LIEUTENANT (over radio): Report status.
SOLDIER 1 : Ground One has secured perimeter.
SOLDIER 2: Ground Two has secured perimeter.
(static crackling)
This is Sheriff Morales for the National Guard. Come in.
Repeat, Sheriff Morales for the National Guard.
Come in.
(over radio): This is Lieutenant Woods, 89th Troop Command,
Colorado National Guard.
Go ahead, Sheriff.
What's your location, Lieutenant? Over.
We're on Main Street.
EDDIE: Listen, Lieutenant, I don't know
what your men are walking into,
but our situation is getting worse.
(grunts)
(thud, anguished yell)
(rain splattering, distant siren wailing)
EDDIE: Lieutenant, come in. Are you there?
SOLDIER 1 (over radio): We have a missing man.
Hold on, Sheriff.
(hissing, footfalls)
(emergency siren wailing)
(hissing)
(screams)
- (over radio): Fire! - We've got contact!
(gunfire, soldiers shouting)
- Hold your fire! - It's a fucking ambush!
(soldiers screaming)
- Fender, 9:00! - (Alien screeching)
What the hell's going on out there?!
(yelling)
(screaming)
(heavy gunfire, Alien screeching)
(over radio): We've got contact!
(heavy gunfire, Alien screeching)
Fall back! I repeat, fall back!
Lieutenant!
(soldier shouting over radio)
(feedback whines over radio)
Lieutenant, are you there?
Lieutenant, come in. Are you there?
(static hissing)
(siren wailing, thunder crashing)
(static hissing)
We're not going to make it, are we?
(trembling sigh)
(sets mike on table)
(clattering)
(Jesse screams)
Don't shoot! Take what you want!
I'm not getting killed for no $6.25 an hour.
(Jesse sighs)
We've been attacked.
Terrorists hit Gunnison?
Told you they would one day.
What are you guys, stoned?
Grab some rifles.
You see that?
(thunder crashing)
(Aliens yowl)
KELLY (distorted): Hurry up, Molly.
Hurry, Molly.
Hello?!
(gun cocking)
Hello?
(gasps)
Are you hurt?
(panting)
Come on in.
She'll be safe here.
(over P.A.): Dr. Lossen to O.R. 2, stat.
- Dr. Lossen to O.R. 2, stat. - (whimpering and crying)
Keep pressure on that.
Another liter.
Hold up.
Apparently got a carotid.
Take him straight to Trauma.
Easy now.
- (grunting) - Here you go.
(deep growling)
WOMAN (over P.A.): Code yellow, code yellow.
All non-shift medical personnel report to Critical Care.
(babies crying)
(deep snarling)
(hissing)
(crying)
(deep, snarling hiss)
(crying continues)
Hi.
When are the lights going back on?
We're on emergency generators until the power's restored.
(panting)
Oh, God.
Oh, I think my water just broke.
- (groans) - Okay.
I'll find a doctor.
(nurse gasps)
(snarling)
(body thuds)
(gasps)
(footsteps thudding)
(monitor beeping rapidly)
(low snarling)
(panting)
(low snarling)
(screaming)
(screams)
No!
(thunder rumbling)
Hey.
You two look pretty shaken up.
Hasn't been an easy night for her.
(shivering)
And what about you?
I'll live.
(sniffs)
Okay.
We're leaving in five minutes.
Thank you.
(Molly shivering)
(clattering)
(creaking)
Where is he?
(quiet creaking)
(gasps)
(sighs and moans)
(creaking)
Give me the gun. Give me the gun!
(grunts)
Come on!
(Molly screaming)
(screaming continues)
(choking grunt)
(Alien screeching)
- Mommy! - (acid hissing)
(panting)
(low snarling)
KELLY: Turn back! It's a trap!
KELLY (distorted): It's a trap! It's a trap!
- (Jesse gasps) - What the fuck?
- Go! Go! Go! - KELLY: Go!
Molly, come on, run! Run, Molly!
RICKY: Everyone, go, go! Out the front!
Fuck this!
(roaring)
- (Predator growls) - (Dale groans, screams)
DALE: Shoot the fucking thing!
(acid hisses, Dale shrieking)
(gargled choking)
- Dallas... - What was that thing?
(screeching)
(guttural croaking)
(screeching, snarling)
(roars)
(Predator roars, Alien growls)
(weapon fires)
(computers beeping)
(rapid beeping)
What!?...
(various tones sounding, alarms beeping)
That's not possible.
(flatline tone)
Shit.
Something's wrong.
Check the other rooms!
(flatline tones)
(panting)
What is?...
(gasping, whimpering)
(moaning, crying)
- (screams) - (gasps)
(screeching)
(low snarling)
- Come on, yeah... - Go...
DARCY: Go, baby, go! Keep running.
EDDIE: Straight ahead. Straight ahead.
DARCY: What the hell?
DALLAS: This is our help?!
What the fuck is going on, Eddie?!
Where the hell are the bodies?
Oh, they're gonna kill us all!
We're not dead yet.
There may be weapons and equipment we can still use.
Radio.
(beeping)
National Guard, come in.
(over radio): Repeat—any National Guard unit, come in.
This is Colonel Stevens, U.S. Army.
Identify yourself.
Sheriff Eddie Morales.
Gunnison, Colorado.
You have to help us, Colonel.
There's some kind of infestation
and if we don't get help soon, there won't be any of us left.
What's the army's evacuation plan?
Colonel?
Colonel, we need immediate evac.
(over radio): Sheriff, all ground routes
have been compromised.
There is an airlift in 30 minutes
from Gilliam Circle.
Confirm: airlift, Gilliam Circle.
We'll be there in 20 minutes.
But that's right in the center oftown.
We'll be there, Colonel.
What the fuck are you?
KELLY: Everyone, get in the Striker!
I'll drive.
Get up, go, go, go, go.
You sure you can drive that thing?
All right, I'll get on the gun.
Don't miss.
Don't crash.
(engine rumbles)
Hold on!
(hissing)
(thunder rumbling)
(equipment whirring, clicking harshly)
(guttural croaking)
(electrical sizzling)
(snarling)
(growls)
(electronic whirring)
(Aliens chittering, screeching in distance)
(growling)
(ominous theme playing)
(anxious sigh)
Why are we stopping?
It doesn't make any sense.
Gilliam Circle is right in the center of town.
We'll be surrounded by those things.
- Wait a second—what are you saying? - I think the colonel was lying.
That's crazy.
The government doesn't lie to people.
The army thinks about containment first.
They can't risk this getting any worse.
Help is a few miles down that road and they're waiting for us.
Now, if you won't drive us there, I will.
Eddie, if she's right, the only thing
down that road are more of those things.
You're not seriously considering this.
I'm considering whatever keeps us alive.
Which means getting out of this town.
There are only two helicopters in town,
but one's at the airport.
No, it's too far. We'll never make it.
The other one's at the hospital.
The people at the hospital probably used it to get out.
That's a chance we have to take.
If you're wrong and the helicopter's gone,
we're all dead.
If I'm right, they're dead, if they follow you.
KELLY: There's a truck coming.
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): There will be
an emergency evacuation from Gilliam Circle.
Medical care and airlift...
Sheriff, what the hell are you doing in there?
Never mind that.
You guys heading to the airlift?
Yeah.
Okay, follow us. We don't have much time.
All right, listen up.
Everybody's got to choose right now.
(emergency siren wailing in distance)
I'm going to the hospital with the tank.
We all need to go to the center of town.
- That's right. - I'm going with my brother.
- I'm with you. - I'm going in the tank.
Dallas, don't do this.
She's wrong.
And brother or not, he's wrong.
You're gonna get them killed!
We're running out of time, Sheriff—we gotta move now.
Hold on!
We're coming with you!
Wait.
Take care.
I hope we're both wrong.
ANNOUNCER: Medical care and airlift...
Let's go!
ANNOUNCER: There will be an emergency evacuation
from Gilliam Circle.
Medical care and airlift will be provided for all residents.
I didn't help anybody.
I was too scared.
I just watched them die.
All right, put these on.
You, too.
(engine whirs to a stop)
(latch clanks)
(thunder rumbles)
All right, listen,
whatever happens inside,
the only person that can't get hurt is Kelly, all right?
We all protect Kelly.
What is this, the Titanic?
Screw the women and children first shit, man.
Look, asshole, unless you can fly the helicopter,
shut the fuck up. Let's go.
(water dripping slowly)
(glass shatters in distance)
(clattering, rattling)
(low, ominous theme playing)
(gasps)
Oh, Jesus.
Maybe they've all gone.
(quiet chittering, growling)
(Predator growling)
(door squeaks open)
(footsteps echoing)
(water dripping steadily)
(suspenseful theme building)
(chirring, snarling)
(roaring)
(guttural croaking)
(Predator growls)
(electricity crackling)
Oh, God, no!
(Alien screeches)
Fucking shoot it!
(Jesse screaming)
RICKY:Jesse, no, wait!
DALLAS: Move, now!
(deep growling)
(both roaring)
(Alien screeching)
(Predator roaring)
(rapid beeping)
(thudding)
(hissing, bubbling)
(growls)
(Alien screeching)
(blades clanging)
Jesse!
No, wait!
(Molly screaming)
(Predator roaring, Alien screeching)
- (Ricky yelling) - Ricky!
(Ricky's distorted yelling)
(Alien screeches, Predator roars)
Ricky, wait!
Motherfucker!
Ricky!
(panting)
(groans)
(yells)
Come on.
(retching groan)
Come on, get up.
You're gonna make it.
(raspy cough)
(Predator's roar echoing through hallways)
KELLY: We have to go—now!
Come on...
Come on!
KELLY: Go! Go, go, go, go!
(Alien screeches)
(soldiers shouting directions)
Joe!
Is this everybody?
This is all that's left.
What have you heard?
The airlift will be here soon.
(screeching)
(gunfire)
KELLY: Clear!
DALLAS: Come on!
Go, go! You all right?
(coughing)
Come here, Molly.
Go! Go! Follow your mom!
Come on!
KELLY: Everyone, move!
Run, Molly!
- (hissing) - (screams)
(hissing)
(gasps)
(screeching)
Come on!
Dallas!
I'm trying!
(screeching)
Are you gonna shoot that thing?
- Hang on! - (screeching)
- (weapon blasts) - (Dallas grunts)
Let's go!
(gunfire, screeching)
(hissing)
You got her?
(thunder crashes)
(computer beeping quietly)
- Get down! - (men shouting)
Colonel Stevens, this is Gunnison County
requesting status on evac! Over!
- (people shouting) - (Aliens screeching)
Colonel, where's the airlift?
Sheriff, we are ten miles out.
Hold your position. Over.
Colonel, we're here. Over.
(screeching over radio)
God help us all.
All right, get out of here—now.
I'm gonna buy us some time.
I'm not leaving you.
Get to the chopper!
You don't have to do this, Dallas.
- Now! Go! Go! - (weapon whirs, beeps)
Come on, you motherfuckers!
(weapon blasts)
(beeping)
Okay, go!
(screams)
Kelly! Get down!
Go! Go! Go!
(screeching)
Hey, over here!
(Alien hissing)
- (weapon blasts) - (screeches)
(grunts)
(gunfire, screeching)
Come on.
(screeching)
Okay, go!
(screeching)
- (low-power alarm buzzes) - Fuck!
Hey, come on over here!
(hisses)
(weapon beeping, recharging)
(hissing)
(drip echoing)
Come on!
(recharging beeps continue)
(thunder crashes)
(snarling, hissing)
(beeping faster)
(hissing)
Fuck you!
(screeches)
(loud thud)
(screeching)
(Dallas grunts)
(guttural croaking)
- (low rattling, roaring) - (Dallas groans)
(growls)
(panting)
(screeching)
(hisses)
(furious whipping)
(screeching)
(screeches)
(low growl)
(screeching)
(screeching stops)
- (growling) - (tail whooshing)
(screeching)
(growling)
(roars)
We're not leaving without him!
We have to go.
He'll make it!
(screaming)
- (shouts) - (screaming)
Die!...
(hisses)
(screaming)
(screeches)
(screaming)
(screeching)
(screeching stops)
(screeching)
(gunshots)
(gun clicking)
Let's go!
(growls)
(guttural croaking)
(screeches)
(grunting, growling)
- (blade grates) - (screeches)
(blow lands)
(weapon clatters to ground)
(screeches)
(roars)
(heart beating)
(thunder crashes)
(growls)
(low growl)
(low growling)
(thunder crashes)
(latch clanks, air hisses)
(metallic clink)
(fierce roaring)
(growling)
(roaring)
(screeching)
(growling, roaring)
Mommy?
(engines roaring)
(screeches)
(roars)
(teeth clacking)
(growling)
(grunting)
(screeching)
(hissing, panting)
(growling)
(blade rings)
(screeches)
(both growling)
(gunshot)
(missile whooshing)
(explosion thunders)
(screeching)
(deep whooshing)
- Close your eyes! - (yells)
- (grunts) - Hang on! - Mommy!
(all screaming)
KELLY (distorted echo): Dallas?
(normal voice): Dallas?
(coughing)
(low rumbling in distance)
(panting): Oh,Jesus.
Hey, you all right? Ricky?
Yeah. Press harder, honey.
(twig snaps)
(low rumbling continues in distance)
(groans, cocks weapon)
(steady beeping)
(beeping accelerates)
(beeping stops)
(panting)
Drop your weapons!
(panting)
You bastards killed the entire town.
We're just following orders.
Now, put down your weapons.
(panting)
(Ricky coughing)
We need a medic for my brother.
Medevac is inbound.
MAN: Secure any weapons, and let's set up a perimeter!
Let's go! Move it!
(man shouting orders in distance)
(soldier shouts orders in distance)
Thought I told you not to crash.
(laughs softly)
Mommy?
Are the monsters gone?
They're gone.
(heroic orchestral theme playing)
(music quiets suddenly)
(helicopter approaching)
(ominous theme playing)
♪ ♪
The world isn't ready for this technology.
But this isn't for our world, is it, Ms. Yutani?
(ominous theme building dramatically)
- (echoing slam) - (music ends)
(intense, brooding, orchestral theme pl aying)
♪ ♪
(music ends)