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Mrs. Lodge drives to the military's logistics and strategy site at the city's river bed.

MP SARGEANT: You got a pass to be down here, lady?

PASSENGER: No, but I'm with Mrs. Lodge

MP SARGEANT: No pass, no stay. This is a restricted area, let's go.


PETERSON: Allright, hold it Sargeant. This is the . . .

MP SARGEANT: They ain't got no pass, sir, and I already . . . .

PETERSON: Yea I know, go talke to the General. Talk to the General. . . Good evening, Mrs. Lodge.


MRS. LODGE: Is there any word yet?

PETERSON: No, not yet.

GRAHAM: No, but we got an awful lot of people here to help find them. Look, this may take quite awhile, are you sure you wouldn't rather wait at home?

MRS. LODGE: Oh no, I want to be here.

GRAHAM: Sure, sure. Well take it easy and try not to worry, huh.


CITY OFFICIAL: Now Dr. Medford, since time is of the utmost importance, I recommend we pour gasoline into those drains and light it. That'll burn out anything that's in there and we still be able to control the fires. There will be little or no property damage above the street. Any ants that get through, the troops can take care of them.

GRAHAM: You can't do that, not yet. Not till we find out for sure if those two kids are in there.

CITY OFFICIAL: You think there's a chance they're still alive? Are we supposed to jeopardize the lives of all the people of this city for the sake of two children who in all probability are already dead?


GRAHAM: Why don't you ask their mother that question, mister.

PETERSON: Yea, she's standing right over there.

CITY OFFICIAL: Yea, I see what you mean.

H. MEDFORD: We're not going to burn them, because as I told you before, we can't risk fire until we know whether any new queens have hatched and flown out of this nest. . . Where's General O'Brien?

PETERSON: He's right over there by the command post, Doctor.

H. MEDFORD: Thank you very much.


H. MEDFORD: Can we start now, General?

O'BRIEN: Well I think so. How about it Major?

KIBBEE: Not yet sir, we're still waiting for coverage in the north.

O'BRIEN (to radio operator): How near are the northern units, soldier?

RADIO OPERATOR (transmitting): Northern units, come in. (continues)

KIBBEE: How about the south?

O'BRIEN: The whole area is covered as far as South Beach are either covered with bazooka teams or flamethrowers. You open these drains, the marines have it covered. How about it, soldier.

RADIO OPERATOR: Can't contact Northern units, sir.

O'BRIEN: Let's go ahead anyway. . . . (activates radio mic) General O'Brien to all search units, proceed into storm drain. . . O'Connoll!


O'CONNOLL: Yes sir.

O'BRIEN: Get a moving!

O'CONNOLL (to troops): Come on boys, let's get rolling!. Pull outta here!







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