GOVERNMENT AGENT:
He's on the air, and he's heading due north.
DR. MORRIS:
He's heading due north. Let's follow the truck, see where it takes
us.
HEATHER:
Wait! Let's go home.
LISA:
Let's go home?
( door shuts )
HEATHER:
I suddenly have a feeling that I messed up here.
LISA:
Uh, what does that mean?
HEATHER:
Well... I mean... it's 8:00 at night and I'm showing up with my mother
to say to a guy that's been nothing but nice to me: "Hey! Isn't this
the guy that came in the other day and yelled at you? And isn't it a little
bit weird that killer ants ate him for a midnight snack?" You were
right, Uncle Roger-- that's crazy. I don't know what I was thinking. Can we
just go home?
LISA:
Heather Elizabeth Wiseman... we just drove an hour and 15 minutes through
rush hour traffic because you sensed a connection between the man in the newspaper
and a man in the museum. I know that, but...
HEATHER:
"But..."
LISA:
"But..." This had better be a really good "but"!
HEATHER:
But I just think I was wrong and I just want to go.
ROGER:
Well... it's no big deal. I'll just, uh, drive you both back to New
Rochelle and, uh, get myself a hotel room tomorrow.
( engine starts )
LISA:
Shut that off.
ROGER:
Yes, Ma'am.
( engine stops )
LISA:
I did not drive all the way in here to turn around and drive all the
way back without finding out something about where you've been what you've been
doing, who you've been doing it with. Now here this, young lady. I am going
in there, and I'm finding me a bugman. Now, you can come with, or you can stay
here but this is me going!
ROGER:
So...?
HEATHER:
Mom! Mom!
LISA:
Fancy meeting you here. What were the chances of that?
HEATHER:
Mom, please don't go in there.
LISA:
( sighs ) Well, look, we've been through this. I'm not turning
around and going home.
HEATHER:
I know, but what I'd really like is to go in there by myself.
LISA:
( chuckles ) That's not going to happen.
HEATHER:
No, Mom, I'm serious. If-if you go in there, I'm going to die!
LISA:
Well, welcome to the club, little girl. You know, you have got me so
worked up about newspapers and bugs and strange men... I'm actually worried
that if you go in there alone that you are going to die.
HEATHER:
Mom, think about that. That's crazy!
LISA:
Bu... but that's what you said.
HEATHER:
I know, but that's because I'm crazy. Mom, I mean, he's no killer.
He studies bugs, and you know what? He looks like he studies bugs. He's tiny,
and he's skinny, and-and you know what he is? He's a man. He's a man who was
nice to me when I thought that nobody else was being nice to me and I want to
say good-bye to him and, you know, I know all the stuff I did was stupid and
wrong and I'll never do it again but I want to say good-bye to him by myself.
You know, like... like a grownup? Like a sane person?
LISA:
I am going to press 9-1-1 and if he so much as looks at you sideways...
you press "send." I'll be waiting in the car. If you are one
second more than 15 minutes you really cannot imagine just now embarrassing
and humiliating I can be or how much physical pain I can inflict.
HEATHER:
Don't worry, Mom, it won't happen. Start your clock now.
( bee buzzing )
GOVERNMENT AGENT:
Hold everything. Our flying friend seems to have stopped. Sir... I
believe the eagle has landed.
DR. MORRIS:
Thank goodness. Guide us in.
( knocking )
LISA:
This bringing up kids... I don't think people are meant to do it alone.
BING:
My goodness. I thought we had lost you. Where have you been?
HEATHER:
So, here you are. Oh, I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to scare you. I
just was upstairs in the vivarium and I didn't see you.
BING:
Isn't it late for you to be in the city? It's a school night.
HEATHER:
( laughs ) Yeah. I got busted. My, uh, mom found out I was cutting
school and coming here, so... it's a long story. What's with the bee?
BING:
I think it's been butchered.
HEATHER:
What? What are you talking about?
BING:
Looks to me like someone's... cut it open and sewn it back together.
HEATHER:
Why would someone do that?
BING:
I don't know.
DR. MORRIS:
Put this in your ear, and I'll guide you there.
MICHAEL:
Aren't you afraid?
DR. MORRIS:
Of what?
MICHAEL:
Of tracking device. What, slip your mind?
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman...
MICHAEL:
Ah, relax. I know the drill. You know where my wife and daughter hang
their hats. No one's running anywhere.
DR. MORRIS:
Mm-hmm. I appreciate that, Mr. Wiseman.
MICHAEL:
Don't mention it.
BING:
Looks like someone might have put something electronic in him.
HEATHER:
Look, um... I'm not going to be here that much longer.
BING:
( whispering ) But why? This bee is bugged.
HEATHER:
What? What are you talking about?
BING:
Do you think...? Maybe they know.
HEATHER:
Maybe who knows what? Hey. Bughead. Do you... do you even hear me?
do you even care that I'm here? Do you have any idea... how much trouble I've
gotten into for coming here? And all I wanted to do was to say good-bye. One
hug and that would have been it and everyone would have felt good about it.
What is your problem?!
BING:
Excuse me?
( clatters )
BING:
I don't have a problem. I know my place in the world. It's people with
an overblown sense of themselves that have problems! They step on people and
things call them... mean-spirited names and then cry fowl when they're bitten
or stung!
HEATHER:
Like that man that was in here the other day...
BING:
What are you suggesting?
HEATHER:
Nothing. I'm not suggesting anything. I really have to go now.
BING:
Did you tell anyone about seeing that man in here?
HEATHER:
No! Nobody, I swear!
BING:
Heather, did you tell anyone-- anyone about who you saw in here the
other day?
HEATHER:
No! Nobody...
BING:
Did you?!
HEATHER:
I swear... ( screams ) What are you doing here?
MICHAEL:
What are you doing here?
BING:
Who's this, the older brother?
HEATHER:
Well, Mr. Newman let's get out of here. This guy's crazy.
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman, who is that you're talking to?
HEATHER:
Come on, Mr. Newman, let's go. My mom's outside. She can give you a
ride.
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman, what's going on?
HEATHER:
Mr. Newman, come on, let's go! If I don't get out of here right now
my mom's going to send in the militia!
MICHAEL:
Go.
HEATHER:
What?
MICHAEL:
Go!
HEATHER:
Okay.
BING:
I don't mean to be rude, but, uh, this is museum property. I don't
think you're authorized to be down here.
MICHAEL:
Oh, that's all right. I'm with the government. I hear you need help.
Hear you have a little bit of an insect problem.
BING:
The government, huh? Actually, I do have a bit of a problem. Some animal
has cut open one of my bees and inserted some kind of transmitter inside it.
Wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
DR. MORRIS:
Bull's-eye.
MICHAEL:
Yeah, I've run with some bees in my time. Let me take a look. Do you
have any hobbies? Oh, talk about a small world.
( chuckles )
BING:
You two know each other?
MICHAEL:
We took a nasty fall together once.
[ Michael kills the bee ]
GOVERNMENT AGENT:
Dr. Morris! We just lost position. In fact, we just lost everything.
BING:
What did you just do?!
MICHAEL:
It's okay. He was in a lot of discomfort. Have you ever had a transmitter
you didn't want inserted into your body? Trust me, this is my area. Besides,
it's not like you would have been around to take care of him.
BING:
Oh, really? Where am I going?
MICHAEL:
Oh, come on. You know where you're going. We both do. And they're not
going to let you take any of your little friends with you. I mean, it's not
like that movie was called Bugman of Alcatraz.
BING:
The arrogance... you build a suspension bridge you put a few tire tracks
on the moon you come up with a way to encode a few thousand volumes of knowledge
on a computer chip and you think it's this profound accomplishment. You totally,
brazenly forget your roots. One of you paints a church ceiling with big clouds
and lightening bolts and a guy with a beard-- stop everything. A work of art!
That's genius! But have you ever bothered to look closely at a spider web or
a... a rasher of honeycomb? Michelangelo, the Sistine chapel the story of creation--
ha! It makes my blood curdle. Creation started in the ground! In the dirt! In
the swamps with them!
( insects buzzing )
MICHAEL:
What the hell is that?
DR. MORRIS:
What the hell is that?
( buzzing continues)
BING:
They're mourning... mourning their friend. Telling me it's time to
do something... meaningful.
( loud buzzing )
BING:
A quarter of a million bees buzzing throughout the metropolitan area.
Their stingers filled with bubonic plague. You think that will get everybody's
attention? Come on. It's all right.
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman, what's going on down there?
MICHAEL:
Oh, my God.
( glass shattering )
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman, have you contained the situation?
( buzzing fading )
DR. MORRIS:
Mr. Wiseman?
MICHAEL:
No... I have not contained the situation. Actually, I think I've made
it worse.
( insect buzzing ) ( insects buzzing ) ( buzzing getting louder )
MICHAEL:
Oh... Doc... forget the last minute of your life.
( muffled buzzing )
MICHAEL:
Whew! Hey, Doc, you need to seal off the basement skylight that's visible
on 78th street. We've got a quarter of a million angry bees in here and you
don't want any of them getting away.
DR. MORRIS:
There's already a containment team on the way, Mr. Wiseman.
MICHAEL:
Wow. What brings you here?
DR. MORRIS:
Oh, me? nothing much. Looking for a tracking device, actually. Tough
to come by. Take me ten days to replace. I heard there might be one in here.
You didn't happen to come across one during your adventures tonight, did you?
MICHAEL:
Uh, it may have gone buzzing by at some point but in all the confusion...
it's a shame. I used to have one. Ten days, huh?
DR. MORRIS:
Mm-hmm.
LISA:
( sighs )
ROGER:
A million bucks to know what you're feeling.
LISA:
Numb. Does that count as a feeling-- numb?
ROGER:
Sure, it counts. But-but I don't, I don't get it. She came back on
time, in one piece. She gave you a kiss and said, "thank you, Mommy."
I mean, speaking as a daddy I-I think that's hitting the jackpot.
LISA:
I don't know.
ROGER:
What don't you know? She told you what happened. She gave him the bad
news. He hugged her good-bye and... and now it's over and all you have to do
is count your blessings.
LISA:
Hmm?
ROGER:
Somehow, I fail to hear you counting your blessings.
LISA:
Well, I'm sorry. There was something about the look on her face when
she got back in the car that made me think there was more to the story.
ROGER:
Well, of course, there was more to the story but, trust me, it's stuff
that you don't want to know. And, Lisa, that is... it's nature's plan. At a
certain point, they reach an age at which they don't want to tell you everything
and that's the way it's meant to be. Believe me, you reach a certain age and,
and your... heart just won't take it.
LISA:
Yeah, it wasn't this way when there were two of us. If she were mad
at me, she could always go to Michael. If she had an issue with Michael she
could always cuddle up to good old mom, but... somehow, between the two of us,
you know...
( sighs )
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