The Nest Page #5

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l want you to work your magic.

You got better than 20 minutes.

Yeah, uh, hey, sheriff,

Right-- Beth, l want you

to go with Homer.

No, she knows the caves,

she has to show me the caves.

l know the caves!

Yes, but she's seen the nests.

She knows where it is.

Who is in charge here, sheriff?

Right now, l'm going in!

Uh, sheriff, l don't know

how to drive a car.

Sorry.

- Okay, just take this key.

-Yeah.

[car starts]

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Women, huh?

Move it in the car, move!

l'll move.

Men.

Turn right.

Time?

Fifteen minutes.

[buzzing]

Sh*t, sh*t, where the hell

did they come from?

lt's okay.

lt's okay, they can't get us in here.

l can't get the back window up.

Got it!

- Homer?

- Yeah.

Give me the extinguisher

in the back.

Yeah.

Sh*t, come on!

[tires screech]

Uh!

[yells]

Where is the nest?

Just up ahead.

- l'll meet you there.

-What?

Hey, hey!

Homer, would you go easy

on the spray.

And we can't get

any more air in here.

Fine, l'll tell the roaches

to attack more slowly.

- Roach!

-Ah!

Uh!

We got it!

Where'd they go?

l was hoping

you could tell me that!

They were right here.

[growling]

l say we set charges right now

and we get out of here.

We don't have to get

the exact spot.

Destroy the caves,

we destroy the nest.

Okay, actual controls intact.

Set timer.

Oh-oh.

Blah!

[stereo plays opera]

[engine stalls]

What?

[opera continues]

- Oh, my.

- Where are they all going?

There's a God damn queen.

See the thing

about a queen, Rich,

is that she sends out

some kinda signals

and they pick up on it

and the roaches return to her.

[shoots radio]

lt's kind of-- kind of like

the collective unconscious.

You know, people have it too--

the feeling deep inside

that they know what is God

and the devil

and what's good and evil.

What the hell

are you talking about?

l didn'tjust make this up,

this is Jung's basic theory.

Where will we find this queen?

The nest.

[whispering]

Where Elizabeth is.

[beeping]

Okay, Hubbard, l've set the timer

forfive minutes, starting right...

[loud beep]

Hubbard?

Hubbard!

Homer, you should do whateveryou have

to do to get that thing lit, okay?

Hey, where are you goin'?

Bye, Rich.

[sloshing]

Which of these-- okay.

Do somethin' for me, baby.

Please?

[growling]

Uh!

Hubbard?

[yells]

Hubbard?

[screams]

[helicopter whirring]

Oh, great, they're early.

Oh, God, l hate bugs!

[screaming]

Elizabeth!

Richard?

[yells]

Come on!

lf l'm gonna go,

l'm gonna go down swingin'.

Huh.

Homer P. Birum, exterminator.

[whirring continues]

[buzzing]

[buzzing]

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