Blood Suckers from Outer Space

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- Here, chick!

Come on, Buck.

Here, come on.

Let's go.

Here you go.

Here you are.

Here you go, 'DOV-

Here you go.

- This is the bloodiest

mess I've ever seen.

- Oh come on, boy, you

aint seen nothing.

When that ax murderer was

running loose back in '62,

we was finding pieces

of everything.

Heads, arms, legs.

You hadn't seen anything so

disgusting as a torso

laying there in front of you.

- Come on, Don, this

is bad enough.

- You big baby, why don't you

quit your whining.

- What kind of person could be

responsible for this?

- I can tall you who done it.

- Now hold on just a minute,

Buford.

You don't have any business

talking to the press.

You can't even speak good English.

- You stay out of this, Don.

If I got something to say,

I'm gonna say it.

And I got something to say,

I'm gonna say it.

- So why don't you say it, Buford,

before we fall off the

edge of our seat?

- You and your chicken sh*t

newspaper buddies

and print any kind of

junk you want to

but I know who done this!

It was them devil worshiping homos

from over on Hatchet Creak.

You can't expect their kind to

act like normal folk.

- Now come on, Buford, I

know for a fact

them boys are Presbyterians.

- What's the difference?

They still homos.

- Homos or not, we don't

have an evidence

leading us to believe they had

anything to do with this.

- Well I'll tell you one thing,

I never thought I'd see the day

when elected officials

in the US ofAwould be taken over

by a bunch of homos!

That's the whole problem

with the economy.

The government is so worried

about all the n*ggers

and the homos

but they pay no attention to

us regular folk.

- Buford, you are absolutely

the ugliest gomer

I've ever seen in my life!

You make me want to throw up.

Why don't you go home?

- I am home!

This is my property, by God!

- Go some place else then.

You make me sick.

- I bet you're all homos!

- Hey, Sam, don't pay any

attention to him.

He's lost his mind.

Tell me, man, honestly.

What's going on here?

- Look, don't try to use

our friendship

to get information I

can't give out.

- I won't quote you.

- You can't print opinion

without quoting somebody.

- All right, I won't...

I won't write anything.

I just wanna know.

- They both been sucked.

- Oh yeah, you mean like some kind

of pervert or sex fiend?

- No, no, no.

Their blood was sucked.

Basically, what we've got here

are two bodies drained of blood.

And maybe two quarts of blood

scattered around the area.

Now what happened to the

other six quarts?

Somebody or something

sucked it out.

- That's outrageous, you're

talking about vampires.

That's impossible, there's gotta

be a logical explanation.

- Look, I work in law enforcement.

I'm supposed to be logical

but I'm sure this is no

ordinary crime.

- If this is no ordinary crime,

don't you think the people

have a right to know?

- A right to know what?

I don't have any facts,

any real idea of just

what's going on here

and I'm really not anxious to

start a wide scale panic

based on my speculation.

- All right.

So what do I write?

- Bob and Rose Waters

of Hasse

abandoned their stalled automobile

about 2AM today.

Got lost

and subsequently died due to

exposure to the elements.

- "Subsequently died due to

exposure to the elements."

You gotta be kidding me, man.

I can just see the headlines now.

"Killer Elements At Large."

- Look, this is gonna be a hard

enough thing to deal with

without getting the

citizens in an uproar.

You understand, don't you?

- Yeah.

- Listen, don't think about it.

We'll talk later.

- You get that boy

straightened out, Sam?

- Yes, sir.

- I knew I could count on you.

- Something weird is

going on here.

Something really weird is

going on here!

- What do you make of all this?

- As the working fluid is

introduced in system A,

a vacuum is being

generated in system B.

When this reaches 29 and a half

inches of mercury,

steam is introduced

which lowers the pressure

and cooling begins.

- I've had about enough

of your sh*t,

you disgusting Blood Sucker.

- If you don't shut up, I'll

beat you to a pulp!

- Come on, Ralph.

You're a research scientist.

You've got to start

acting like one.

Here, try one of these.

This will snap you back

into position.

- Thanks, B.J.

That's a real pretty one.

- Go ahead, take two.

They're small.

Here, use this to wash it down.

- You're a real pall, B.J.

I don't think I could make

it without you.

- All right, Dr. Pace, mellow out.

I don't like the tone

of your voice.

- Unstrap me.

- You just change the relative

pitch, not the tone.

- Oh, look at the

mess you've made.

There's no need for that.

I don't know why you're so upset.

We don't want to hurt you.

We just want to study you.

- You should understand that, Dr.

Pace.

I mean, you are the head

of Research City.

- You unstrap me!

- I don't think you're capable of

making that decision

in your current condition.

Now you're only making it

harder on yourself

by not cooperating.

Just help us understand what

this is all about.

- Let me handle this.

All right!

Are you gonna talk or do we have

to make you talk?!

Don't we have another barium

enema for Dr. Pace?

- I'll talk.

- Oh hi, Jeff, it's so good to

see you, darling.

Won't you come on in?

- Well son, I'm glad to see

you could make it.

You know, you and your

worthless brother of yours

don't seem to stop by the house

too often anymore.

- Ralph is not worthless.

He's devoted his life to science.

- Science my ass.

He's over at "Research City"

with the rest of those

warped individuals

wasting the government's money.

- Let's not talk about Ralph.

He's not here to defend himself.

I noticed you put a parabolic dish

out in the front yard.

- Hell yes, we're talking about

satellite city, USA, son.

- We get a lot of that

foreign stuff too.

But Joe won't let me watch it.

He's afraid I might

get brainwashed.

- You know how those

communists are.

Let them on TV and first

thing you know,

they're looking right back at you

through the picture tube.

- And Joe won't even let me

watch them Mexican shows

and they're not even communist.

- Yeah, okay, they're Catholics.

What's the difference?

- I don't suppose you

invited me over here

to talk about the parabolic dish.

- Come on over and have a seat.

Kate, why don't you get Jeff a DP?

- Okay-

- Jeff, I wanna jump

into this head first.

- Jump

- I need to talk to you

about your future, son.

- Listen, we have this

talk all the time.

I'm not your son.

My name is Jeff, my

parents are dead.

- Ever since your parents died

I've felt responsible for you.

Your father was a like a

brother to me.

- My father was your brother.

- Well, I guess that it

explains it then.

- So what do you want

me to do now?

- Now son, you can't go

around taking pictures

for that sorry excuse of a

newspaper all your life.

- Uncle Joe, I'm an artist.

I'm doing what I have to do.

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