The Savage Bees (1976) Movie Script
[waves crashing]
[suspenseful music]
[wood creaking]
[wood creaking]
[ominous music]
[thud]
[horn honking]
[Okay, we're
bringing you in now.
[fog horn honking]
Sir, here's the confirmation
from the owners.
SS Carolina Rios is expected New
Orleans this date 1000 local
coming from Brazil
Central America.
Small reefer 700 tons,
captain and crew of 10.
And want to know
how many survivors.
So do I.
[pensive music]
You telling me my first maiden
quartermaster have disappeared?
Yes, sir.
We have only one answer,
overboard.
[horn honks]
Coast Guard Cutter,
Point Spencer.
Request confirmation
to come alongside.
[dramatic music]
The Maid and the
Quartermaster were at the bow.
We were in forward steering
because from the bow to the bridge
it's more than an eighth of a mile.
They were all the way across on
the wrong side of the channel.
Why?
Something happened.
Something strange.
The last thing I could make out
from the Maid was a kind of cry.
Scared and muffled.
He had something in his mouth.
Get away, he said.
Get away.
From what?
Don't know.
Don't think I want to know.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
Do I still get the
men sure they're kept?
No freedom.
Then I want every available
hand outside in look out.
We've still got two
men out there...
[indistinct]
[horn honking]
[boat rattling]
[horn honking]
[trumpet squeaking]
Julie!
You put that away and get
yourself over to the church.
Mom, I'm scared.
Of course you're
baby, is only natural.
You got a pretty voice.
All you got to do is practice.
Now go on, and mind that dress.
Yes Mom.
[trumpet squeaking]
Daddy, what are you doing out?
What's wrong?
What is that?
What's the matter?
Don't look.
They killed Seth.
Poisoned him.
They killed my dog.
Oh, I don't believe it.
You would believe it if you
could see him all puffed.
I'm going to New Orleans.
During Mardi Gras?
That Coroner is going
to do an autopsy.
We're going to have
Seth's blood analyzed
to find out what kind
of poison killed him.
Then I'm coming back here and take
every store in this delta apart
till I find out who
bought that poison.
And I'm going to
feed them some of it.
[trumpet squeaking]
In close to the bank.
Yes, I see it.
Bring out the launch.
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[trumpet squeaking]
[ominous music]
[trumpet squeaking]
[ominous music]
[girl screams] Mama!
[screaming]
[screaming]
Mama!
[screaming]
[upbeat band music]
[suspenseful music]
[intense music]
Sheriff, I'm not going
to tell you this again.
Would you take this
thing off my desk?
Drop it, sir.
This man wants us to
do an autopsy on a dog.
It's not "a" dog. It's "my" dog.
And?
And what?
And what makes you think
we should do this for you
when we don't do it for
the man on the street?
Cause you're the sheriff?
Because he was poisoned,
that's why.
Well, a lot of dogs
get poisoned, Sheriff.
Well, look, I didn't
mean to bully you, but...
I'd sure appreciate it if...
if you could help me.
Just how old are you anyway?
Isn't that kind of
young to be the Coroner?
I'm not the Coroner.
I'm an assistant MD.
I'm stuck here on
this terrific holiday.
Your friendly neighborhood
just made the great doctor.
Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Doc?
Well, very few of my
patients ever complain.
Can you see the transport
of this body yourself?
We'll do our best. If there's
any problem, we'll call you.
All right, fair enough.
We'll alert the morgue and let
them know you're on your way.
In your opinion, uh, would you
say this man died from drowning?
No. Spaces in hands are covered
with some kind of rash or sores.
All right, thank you
for your cooperation.
Out.
Morgue line's busy, sir.
Keep trying.
Chief! Hold the crew, Chief.
The animal's approximately
five years old.
- Six.
- Correction, six years old.
External evidence
indicates toxic paralysis.
Eyes and head very
puffed, even disfigured.
Close examination reveals...
Funny.
What?
Where you live,
do you have any...
Spiky plants and nettles?
Yeah.
Got some bushes around
there with thorns on them.
They grow wild.
My wife knows the name of them.
I could call her.
Well, wait a minute.
We'll see what we've got.
Well...
You can forget about
calling your wife.
It's a stinger.
Insect.
You mean some kind
of bugs killed Seth?
[exhales]
You really want to watch this?
[clattering]
[suspenseful music]
Bees.
Your dog's stomach
is full of bees.
[phone ringing]
What time is it and I'll bet
you've got the wrong number?
It's Jeff.
Oh, this better be good.
Well, I didn't want to call you
anymore and you didn't want me to.
No?
You obviously have no idea how much
I don't want to hear your voice.
I think I get the picture.
- So?
- Jeannie, I'm on duty.
All I need from you is
a technical opinion.
Oh, I'm glad you're
disturbing my sleep
for the use of my
brain instead of my--
Jeannie,
could bees kill a dog?
What?
Could bees kill a dog?
Well, they could,
but they wouldn't.
Well, they did.
Just bees?
Just bees.
What, did the dog get into the
hive and start eating the honey?
No. There was no hive
near where they found it.
So what makes you
so sure it was bees?
Because the dog's stomach
was filled with them.
Do you have a specimen of
these bees that killed the dog?
Dozens.
I'll be in my
laboratory in an hour.
- Same one?
- Yeah.
Not everything's changed.
Doctor, I hate to interrupt you
again, but you're the only one here.
It's all so irregular. I don't
know what gets into people.
You have to have paperwork
when you go to the morgue.
There's a death certificate,
then there's a police clearance.
And then the--
Is this yours?
Not anymore.
They're lots of papers.
Anything you say, doctor, as long
as we don't have to keep them.
[phone ringing in distance]
You have data?
Nobody knows for sure.
[phone ringing in distance]
Sheriff.
My God.
[upbeat band music]
[people cheering]
One, two, all together, three.
That's the eeriest, most
frightening thing I ever heard.
- But...
- But?
- But, but...
- Look, you guys are right.
These bees could be a disaster.
But what do you want from
the police department?
Well, the court is out
to force you, doesn't it?
- Yeah.
- Well... [indistinct]
Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
- It's Brown again.
Tell him no.
Look, report to somebody else.
Go over my head.
Deputy Mayor Pelligrino
will be here this afternoon.
- Oh, this afternoon?
- Yeah.
Well, the bees have already
killed possibly 13 people.
Now, don't you think they
should be protected, people?
And warned, don't you think?
Come on, this is Mardi Gras!
Look, I'd like to help,
but I can't take the res--
No. I can't take the responsibility
of panicking everybody
over something I can't
do anything about.
As soon as Mardi Gras is over,
I'll give you all the help I can.
Right now, I'd get some
proof if I were you.
Documented proof.
You're gonna need more
than two glass jars
full of bees and some hearsay.
No offense, McKew, but I
mean, you don't know for sure
those bees are out there
killing people, do you?
Just how many dead people
would you like for proof?
Listen, McKew,
how many bees are there?
We don't know.
Where are the bees?
We don't know that either.
You see?
Look, I believe you, but
I got no men to spare.
Document it, and then
we'll take it from there.
- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
[indistinct]
Tell him no!
And no. No is no.
[people cheering]
Well, back to square one.
Yeah.
- What about you?
- Who, me?
Yeah, what are you gonna do?
Forget about it?
I'm gonna dive into the
magic of the Mardi Gras,
on the horns and hats.
Booze, ladies.
Don't tempt me.
I don't know. Are you?
No.
I'm going down to the lab.
Get these analyzed.
Well, you can go back
and look for those bees.
I like your first idea better.
Looking for those bees
on our own is crazy.
Now, why should we?
Well,
because we's about all we got.
[whistle blowing]
You in?
Yeah, I'm in.
Let's go.
[band playing]
What do you see?
A standard Italian specimen.
And your bee.
Similar in all major aspects.
Antennae, twelve major segments.
Mandible normal.
Proboscis, a little
mangled, but looks the same.
Stinger missing.
Try this one.
Same sort of mangling.
Missing stinger.
What makes you think there's
something special about this one?
Well, this one came from
the stomach of a man.
Jeff, you said a dog.
That was the other one.
A man was stung hundreds
of times, maybe a thousand.
There was enough toxin in
him to kill an elephant.
[suspenseful music]
Jeff, there are bees that
can kill an elephant.
There are not bees like
that in North America.
Yeah, well, the victim
was a maid of a freighter
that collided with
a banana boat.
There's 11 crew men missing
from the banana boat,
one from the freighter.
A banana boat from where?
Brazil.
- [tense music]
- Oh dear.
Who are you calling?
The National Bee Stock Center.
We knew it had to happen.
What had to happen?
The African.
[bees buzzing]
[chuckles] Makes you
nervous, does it?
Well, you might say that.
Most people feel
that way about bees.
It's been that way
for a million years.
Ever since the first man
stuck his finger into a hive
to get some honey, got himself
stung for his troubles.
- Honey flow good today, Bill?
- Fine.
That's a pity, really.
People don't realize bees are
the best friends they've got.
You know, we send queen bees from
here to every part of the country.
Repopulate the hives with them.
Then, their offspring go about
the business of pollination.
Of course, without pollination--
Yeah, no crops, no food.
I get that.
After you, sir.
You know, I've heard a lot about
you, Mr. DuRand, from Jeannie.
Oh?
You don't seem to me to be
a grade A diet in the world--
Rufus...
Rufus never had any
doubt they would arrive.
The question was when?
We have a videotape
here, which I've narrated
in order to give the uninitiated
some idea of what we're up against.
Well, then you are prepared.
I wouldn't say that,
just forewarned.
I had, however, hoped
for a larger audience.
Caution. Contents of this
film are extremely sensitive.
This material is not to
be shown to the public
without the written authorization
of the National Bee Center.
In 1956, scores of
Brazilians were killed
when they were attacked by swarms
of the so-called Africanized bee.
Dr. Jorge Meuller, South America's
leading expert on insect genetics,
explained the bee's presence
in the western hemisphere.
The African bee was imported to
South America only as an experiment.
The attempt was to increase
honey production
by controlled breeding of the
more aggressive African bees
with a gentler Italian strain.
Through an accident, the
experimental colony was released
and began uncontrolled crossbreeding
with the South American bees.
The African genes
are very strong.
The bees that are produced by the
mating are extremely aggressive.
I had no idea they would
become as savage as they did.
September the 12th, 1965,
a swarm of killer bees
invaded Rio de Janeiro.
The final toll was 82 killed.
A country farmer was
assaulted so savagely
that 80 bees were
found in his stomach.
A funeral party in
Recife was assailed.
300 people were injured.
18 died.
An experiment was established
to monitor African bee behavior.
Apparently, bees detest
the colors black and red.
The fury of the attack was
recorded by a microphone
held inside a black bag.
Normal protective
clothing did not ensure
the safety of the cameraman
and his assistants.
More than 500 stings a
minute savaged the bag
in which the microphone
was placed.
[bees buzzing]
The difference between the Italian
and African bees is remarkable.
Most honey bees attack
only to ward off invaders.
The Africanized bees attack
when annoyed by color or sound.
Once an invader has left,
Italian honey bees will not
continue to swarm in anger.
African strain will pursue a
quarry for as much as 24 hours.
Well, that film about
the bee specimen
is the least of your troubles
convincing the government.
I'm afraid it's not that simple.
There is no exterior way of telling
the Italian from the African.
We have to use a computer.
And look, this is going
to take at least an hour.
Why don't you go into
town and get some lunch?
Then yeah, we don't
want to alarm anybody.
Then just what the
heck are we doing?
We're only going to suggest
that people not take chances.
There's a difference?
We've got to know
where those bees are.
You tell them if they see
anything to give us a call
and we'll be there right away.
And you what?
You think I know?
Oh, I'll just have the mixed plate,
a glass of wine and coffee later.
Where's the swarm now?
Well, as far as we can figure,
about 20 miles southeast.
Very close.
It's like the devil planet.
The Bee Center is the perfect
ready-made breeding ground.
That swarm must be
destroyed to the last bee.
Go and contact Jorge Meuller.
He claims to have a method by which
he can neutralize the Africans.
Of course, it'll be no use unless
your Sheriff... What's his name?
- McKew.
- Yeah.
Unless he can locate the swarm.
I don't think he will.
I think that if more
people know about it--
No, no, you must
promise not to do that.
We can't panic people. [sighs]
We're in something of a dilemma.
If we frighten people,
they're going to start
killing bees indiscriminately.
Especially the farmer. He'll
be worried that his animals,
his family will be in danger.
They'll burn the hives.
They'll be less and less bees.
Less and less food.
Suicide.
So what do we do?
I don't know.
If that swarm enters
New Orleans,
the city noise alone will
set them on a rampage,
it will kill every
living thing in sight.
Your city morgue won't be big
enough to cope with the results.
And these Africans
are different.
Not only chemically,
but psychologically.
They don't merely want a sting.
They want a kill.
- You're looking for bees?
- Yes, ma 'am.
Well, you sure come to
the right place, Sheriff.
I got a whole bunch
in the backyard.
They've been driving
me crazy all day.
You mind if I take a look?
No, you go right ahead.
No, I mean from
inside, the back door.
Oh, I don't know,
the place is a mess.
I've yet to do the dishes.
This could be an
emergency, Miss Bryant.
Well, if you promise
not to look close.
Thank you.
They've been out
there for hours.
[bees buzzing]
Could I use your phone, ma 'am?
Of course.
Is that Jimmy?
- Yeah.
- Jimmy, go back!
That you, Sheriff?
It is. Be careful of these bees.
Don't come this way.
Go back!
See, Sheriff? You don't have
to worry about these bees.
You don't bother them.
They don't bother you.
[buzzing]
Thank you, Miss Bryant.
These are not the bees
you're looking for?
No, ma 'am.
I guess they're just bees.
You can thank the Lord for that.
[suspenseful music]
[helicopter whirring]
[indistinct]
[tractor whirring]
[bees buzzing]
[grunting]
[water splashing]
[gasps]
[bees buzzing]
[dramatic music]
[people cheering]
[knocking on door]
We're closed.
Open the door.
- We're closed.
- Open the door!
The offices are closed.
[indistinct]
Where's the deputy mayor?
- His name is Pelligrino.
- You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
- We really have to find him.
What for?
Who are you?
I'm Pelligrino. Who are you?
I'm Jeff DuRand.
I'm Assistant Medical Examiner
of the Coroner's office.
We have an emergency.
Today?
What difference does today make?
Well, what kind of an emergency?
It's about a swarm
of killer bees.
Killer bees?
Take that stairway. I'm in 301.
Easy, easy.
From the look of the clothing
and the general description,
it could be that captain
from the Carolina Rios.
Well, let's find out.
- [bright music]
- Yes, sir.
Oh, yes, sir? Well, I'm just terribly
sorry to disturb you at home.
Oh, yes, sir. I can expedite.
All of it.
Okay, sir. Yes, sir. Goodbye.
So?
So we go.
With a clear procedure,
it just so happens
that we'd already set up for
this particular situation anyway.
You mean someone in the government
actually got a jump on this?
Yes, ma 'am.
The size of action is very
important in cases like this.
And what I'll do is
I'll get to working
with the Department
of Agriculture
just as soon as I get
all the facts straight,
of course, verified the source.
Now, uh...
Your name again is, uh...
Jeannie Devereaux. I'm a graduate
fellow in Entomology at Tulane.
And you sir?
Jeff DuRand.
I'm a research pathologist.
Fill it on weekends
and holidays.
You're the young man
that turned in the report
but you're not actually
a city coroner, are you?
No sir.
Well that could be a
little problem there.
I wish I think I
can take care of it.
I'll just-- I'll just tell X
and the proper authorities.
If it's as soon as I can then
we get the proper authorization.
Now hold it,
hold it just a second.
What are you talking about
tell X and proper authorities?
Well you don't seem
to understand.
You see I just can't
take this on myself.
What do you mean can't?
I think you better.
Wait a minute. Do you
know who you're talking to?
Yeah.
I'm talking to a damn
fool, civil servant,
whose idea of action
is to sit on his damn--
What do you want me to do?
Run up and down
a levee with a butterfly
net in my hand?
Let me tell you something,
mister.
Now, you want action?
You go through the proper channels
or you won't get it at all.
Sheriff!
Sheriff!
I was just coming
to see you, Sheriff.
It's my Julie, she never
come home from church.
Please help me.
I'm worried sick.
Something's happened.
I know something's happened.
Come on, Miss Compher, get in.
You know something's happened.
No, ma 'am, I didn't say that.
Just come on, get in.
All right.
[loud chattering]
That's what we need.
Oh now, wait a minute.
We promised Rufus.
I know we promised Rufus. You know
what Rufus said about them bees?
- ...in town when they do.
- You should give him a call.
Well, you talk to them.
You do what you want.
You to talk to them?
Do what you want.
Dr. Rufus Carter, please.
Dr. Carter.
Rufus, it's Jeannie.
Nobody in the city government
will do anything fast enough.
Jeff thinks if we're going to
get any kind of results at all,
we ought to make some sort
of a public announcement.
Jeannie, you mustn't do that.
You promised me.
But I'm trying to tell
you that Jeff is convinced
that if we're going to get
any kind of results at all,
we've got to give the story
to the television people.
I'm beginning to
think he's right.
Please, I've spoken
to Jorge Mueller.
Ritchie, can you
swing the camera down
and set me up for
an interview spot?
Great. And tell the
desk to monitor this.
They may be interested in it.
Yes! Yes, I'll meet Mueller.
Flight 8, Air Brazil. Do you
really think he's got answers?
- Okay.
- Yes, ma 'am.
Ready? Here we go.
This is Mary Gordon, Side
Light on New Orleans.
With me today is Dr...
Wait a minute.
Could you give me your name?
DuRand, Jeffrey DuRand, Doctor.
Dr. Jeffrey DuRand, got it.
Okay. Here we go.
This is Mary Gordon.
Rufus, I can't hear you.
[loud chattering]
With me today is the
Assistant Medical Examiner
for the city of New
Orleans, Dr. Jeffrey DuRand.
Dr. DuRand has come up with
a rather startling story.
It concerns the
approach to New Orleans--
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
Did this man introduce
himself as a doctor?
- I am a doctor.
- He often does that.
I suppose he's told you
a lot about bees, too.
There are bees!
I really think you'd do better
not to listen to what he says.
Jeff, Jeff, please! Wait!
Dr. Mueller is coming in town from
Brazil tonight with a solution.
Are you sure?
No.
Cut it off.
If those bees show up, head for
the burner and get behind it.
Yes, sir.
Can you light up
that fast every time?
Yes, sir.
Well, that's fine.
Now, we're going to form a line
and move through this field.
And nobody do any talking
unless you've got
something to report.
And don't panic at the
sight of the first ladybug.
And if we find--
Whatever you find,
don't touch anything until
I get there, is that plain?
[people responding]
All right. Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[loud chattering]
Okay, so Dr. Frankenstein
is coming up from Rio
to undo what he's already done.
Maybe.
I don't know, it's all so strange.
I feel like I'm going nowhere.
I feel like I'm in the air.
Yeah well, me too.
Oh, you're the most
air person I've known.
Yeah, that's a hell
of a thing to say.
It wasn't meant as an insult.
[indistinct]
Oh, it's fighting again?
Not going to be fighting.
We're not even talking.
Oh, what are you doing, Jeannie?
What are we doing?
- It's Jeannette.
- Jeannette.
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
Sheriff! Over here.
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
Sir...
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
[indistinct yelling]
Sheriff!
Excuse me.
Sheriff.
Miss Caziot.
My husband.
We can't find him anywhere.
Just the tractor
down by the bayou.
Why, Albert wouldn't have it.
I'll get over there
and take a look now.
Is it true what we
hear about the bees?
Sheriff?
Sheriff.
[ominous music]
Pretty soon we're going
to run out of jars.
Tell me about it.
Well, at least you can...
call that coast guard Lieutenant,
tell him they can have liberty.
It's no rare disease.
Just your standard
death by a bee sting.
[phone ringing]
Here.
Here, sure, sure.
Thank you.
Yeah, all right.
[phone clatters]
Well, it's a 7-year-old
girl that's on her way in.
They headed out looking
for another one.
When I took this job I never thought
there was going to be overtime.
How do you ever get into
this line of work, huh?
I'm lucky, I guess.
We got his footprints here
heading into the river.
We can work from here down.
The tide's going that way.
Do you see the bees?
They pull out that air
cleaner in the tractor.
I did.
You got any idea what you're
going to do if they come after us?
I do.
I am going in that water.
And I ain't coming
up to like it...
[pensive music]
[dramatic music]
[upbeat band music]
It's good you have come in
such short notice, Dr. Miller.
[people cheering]
I think it's sort of nice to see
they gave you a welcoming parade.
If you don't mind my asking,
what's in the case?
It is, I hope, the answer.
[people cheering]
[ducks quacking]
[water splashing]
[animals calling]
We're getting ashore.
I'm gonna stop.
[men laugh]
Fire over there.
Oh, come on, Sheriff.
Them bees is fast asleep.
Fine, I guess you
want to wake them up.
[bees droning]
[water splashing]
[ominous music]
Sheriff! Sheriff!
[dramatic music]
The bees got to him,
even in the water.
In the water!
The slightest hole,
they'll find it.
That's the one reason
they go for the mouth.
Some swarms of Africans
have such venom,
that I believe a
man can be killed
by as few as three stings.
As you know, this suit was made
specially to my own design.
It's quite fantastic.
The normal netting cloth
unit is pitifully inadequate.
They sting right through.
Well, now,
my intention is quite simple.
- I shall enter the swarm.
- Enter?
And I shall pick out the queen
and replace her with a new queen.
The new queen will gather
the swarm around her,
and when they hive and
begin to breed,
they'll eventually produce
a new generation
of hard-working,
non-aggressive offspring.
Now, wait a minute. I thought
you came up here to stamp out
this swarm.
- My dear Miss...
- Jeanette Devereux.
If you were to attack the
swarm and kill the queen,
it would simply disperse.
These killer bees being
genetically dominant,
I believe, Dr. Carter,
that just a few refugee
bees in this center
could mean the Africans
would cover America by...
as early as September.
[sighs]
Still there?
I told them they'd have to wait.
[man on radio]
All units, all units.
Gentlemen.
How's it going?
Ah, fair, I guess.
We've been hearing things.
Rumors, wives' tales.
Is there a bunch of killer
bees loose in the parish?
That's right.
Where are they now?
Last place was near Casio's.
After that, we're just guessing.
What are your plans?
There's a man who's
come in from Brazil.
He's gonna do
something with them.
We're talking about evacuation!
There's some hard
decisions gotta be made.
People have to be taken care of.
I doubt if there's--
Because if those bees cut loose,
everybody in this parish is
gonna go across that river
at the same time.
We...
We thought that we ought to...
You know...
Yeah, I know.
And I'm willing to give you
gentlemen of the council priority.
Because when those
bees cross that water,
and they will cross it,
I can't think of
anybody I'd rather see
standing on the opposite shore.
- Churn.
- Yes, sir!
Show these gentlemen
out the door.
And if they don't disperse
within five minutes,
run them in for loitering.
Yes, sir.
One of these days, McKew,
you're gonna go too far.
[chuckles] I probably will.
But it'll take a better man than
you to tell me when that is.
Well, I can leave if you want.
Now that's some entrance.
[upbeat music playing]
May I ask why you are
being so singularly honest?
I'm sorry.
I'm scared.
Why do you think I'm here?
I had to go out and see McKew
and get organized for tomorrow
about some crazy scheme I don't
have the slightest faith in.
Anyone to hold hands?
Something like that.
It took a swarm of killer
bees to bring you back.
It took seeing you again.
You can credit the
bees if you want.
No, thank you.
I refuse to be grateful
to a bunch of bees.
That actually meant
the way it came out?
[indistinct]
Yes.
I'm old.
All right.
[dramatic piano music]
[car engine rumbling]
[insects chirping]
Anybody home?
No.
Evening.
My wife's mad at me
and the city council is
going to have my job.
Now what do you want?
Just want to cup.
Over there.
- You want a drink?
- No, thanks.
Well I just sent in
another victim.
Albert Casio, farmer.
Good man.
That red pin up there?
Maybe.
Shouldn't be too far off.
Dawn, they'll cross that bayou.
- They will?
- Yeah.
There's a field planted in
flower that's on Hoomer Road.
If I was a bee, that's
where I'd go for breakfast.
I'll start there in the morning.
[chuckles] Are you trying to
think like a bee?
[chuckles] Yeah, I guess so.
Well, about 30 miles
from [indistinct].
Like heading straight forward.
You know, it's like I almost
knew it was there.
Yeah, my Paul used to say
there's good in every situation
for somebody if you look hard.
I wonder what he'd say
about this predicament.
Well, maybe it takes this
sort of thing to get people
thinking about other people.
Everyone...
or everything being
in the same boat.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Do you?
Yeah.
You mean there ain't no damn
bees gonna get the best of us.
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
Well, you really come
out in the world, boy.
Well, at least [indistinct].
- Good morning.
- What's the good about it?
[indistinct radio chatter]
Just a minute.
Just a minute. Hey, Jeff.
I'd like you to meet Dr. Miller.
Dr. Miller, this is Jeff DuRand.
- Doc.
- Yes, hello.
Are we all here?
Come a little closer.
You each have radios,
and you've been given the
sectors you'll patrol, all right?
Now, I'd like to urge you to be
very careful of any undue noise.
The Africans are extremely
sensitive to vibration.
In the event you are attacked,
your vehicles are
the safest place.
But remember to close
all vents instantly.
Ms. Deveeraux and I will remain
here in readiness for the sighting.
I'll expect each of you to
report every 15 minutes.
Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
[engines start]
[tense funk music]
This is McKew, Hoomer Road.
Nothing here.
Sorry, Jeff.
This is Deputy
Churn checking in.
[indistinct] Road.
Nothing here.
[indistinct]
I don't see a thing.
It's Jeff, Dr. Carter.
We're on Bohemia Road,
and we got nothing.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Give them time.
Time?
In one hour, a bee can
fly 10 to 15 miles.
We're faced with a circle
that can get only
larger and larger.
Get in.
[engine starts]
[somber music]
What's that?
- Well, that's not bees.
- That's for sure.
You think we should take a look?
Mm-hmm.
This is McKew.
Jeff, Dr. Carter,
have you got anything?
I just have a...
That chicken, Sheriff,
with a red cap on it.
Anything else nearby?
Well, yeah, there's a strange
symmetrical design in the grass.
Don't touch anything.
It's all sacred. It's a veve.
A what, Sheriff?
It's voodoo, Dr. Carter.
Uh,
anything special we should do?
Nothing. Leave it be.
We need all the help we can get.
[suspenseful music]
[horse neighs]
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
There.
The bees are in there.
[Jeannie] We're out on Peninsula
Road. There's a hot dog stand.
I know it. Go ahead.
The swarm is inside.
Dr. Mueller says he wants all
cars kept out of the area
until he gives the word.
He says he wants
the roads blocked!
Will do.
Oh, please wait for the others.
No.
You'll start the car.
And take me there.
Close all the windows
and all the vents.
When I give you the signal
turn off the engine and coast
as far as you can. I shall
walk the rest of the way.
You understand?
Yes.
Under no condition are
you to get out of your car.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[engine starts]
[engine rumbling]
[tense music]
[ominous music]
He's going towards the door.
What are the bees doing?
Not much. He told me
they don't mind silver.
It's the colors black and
red that set them off.
Mardi gras!
- Hey, stop!
- Churn!
[tires screeching]
What do we do?
Sheriff said not to
let anybody in there.
Now, I know that.
You want to go after him?
No way!
Call the sheriff.
You really think we ought to?
What can he do anyway?
Well, I'll call him.
[suspenseful music]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
Hey, pull over, I'm hungry.
Jeff, Jeff, somebody's here!
Jeff, somebody's here!
- Jeannie?
- Jeff, what do I do?
Stay in the car.
Get in, let's go!
[tires screeching]
Hey, bro, I'm hungry.
Get back in your car!
[screaming]
Oh, please don't let
this be happening.
[screaming] Oh, no!
Get back in your car!
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[screaming]
They're...
They're all...
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
[cutting]
[whimpering]
[bees buzzing]
[groaning]
[bees buzzing]
- Oh!
- [car horn honks]
[car horn honking]
[bees buzzing]
Stop it!
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
No!
Oh, Jeff!
Jeff, the bees are coming at me!
Oh!
Jeff!
They're coming in my car!
[groans]
[sobbing] Jeff!
Jeannie?
Can you hear me?
Jeannie?
Talk to me.
The bees are all over the car.
The windshield is covered.
I can't, Jeff. What do I do?
Don't panic.
The cars are tight.
We'll think of something.
Yes. [gasps]
Sheriff,
better get those flamethrowers.
We can't do that.
The swarm would disperse.
If they got to the bee center, we'd
have killers all over the country.
Maybe all over the world.
As long as that swarm is viable,
every bee will stay with it.
So we've got to
keep it together.
[Jeff] Well,
what are we going to do?
- Well, you could freeze them.
- What?
Freeze them.
Bees become immobile
at 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
If you could drive
that car somewhere.
We could drive it inside
of a refrigeration plant
or a packing plant.
No, that's no good.
They can't already be cold.
The bees hate the cold.
They fly away.
Wherever we go, it'll have to
cool down after we get there.
Also, it'll have to encompass
the entire swarm.
Some of those bees are 50,
100 yards
from the center of the swarm.
Great idea, Rufus.
I don't think there's anywhere
in the world like I'm describing.
Hell there isn't, Doctor.
- Aren't you a Saints fan?
- A what?
[laughs]
We'd have to drive the car right
through the center of town.
I mean, the noise, the motion,
the bees would fly away.
You're crazy.
You haven't got a prayer.
Prayer is exactly
what you have got.
This is the quietest day of
the year in New Orleans.
I don't understand.
It's Ash Wednesday, Doctor.
Sheriff, call her.
- Jeannie?
- Yes?
How much gas you got?
[stuttering] Um...
about a quarter of a tank?
Okay.
Now, don't open up anything.
Don't turn your
air condition on.
Just start your engine.
Turn on your
radio for a minute.
We don't want to get
those bees mad at you.
[radio stations skipping]
[bees buzzing]
[upbeat music playing]
Oh, God, I can hardly see.
Try your wipers.
Um...
No! No, no. They won't move.
What, what,
what am I supposed to do now?
You have to drive, Jeannie.
15 miles an hour.
We'll escort you.
You'll follow us.
Can you do that?
I'll... I'll try.
Where are we going?
[Jeff] We're going
to Super do me.
[tense music]
[Jeff on PA] Attention,
we have an emergency.
Attention, you're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Attention.
Attention, we have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
We'll bring you through
a swarm of killer bees.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
I repeat. Killer bees!
Any loud noise can rouse them.
Absolute quiet is necessary.
Turn off all radio,
all the scenery,
and get off the street.
Close your doors and windows.
Wait ten minutes after we go by
before we resuming activity.
- Is this a joke?
- It's no joke.
Attention, attention.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Come on, get in here.
Come on, get in here.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Get off the street!
Attention, attention,
we have an emergency.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
[bees buzzing]
I repeat, killer bees.
Any loud noise can rouse them.
Absolutely quiet is necessary.
You're going just a
bit too fast, Jeannie.
Slow down.
We can't afford to
lose one single bee.
I'm trying.
I-- I'm trying.
Okay,
well, that's fine.
Attention, attention,
we have an emergency.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
I repeat, clear the street.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
We're coming through
with a swarm of killer bees.
I repeat, killer bees.
We're almost there.
I'm going ahead to
get the door open.
[engine rumbling]
[suspenseful music]
[bees buzzing]
Jeannie, how are you doing?
Lousy. I never thought I'd
be this scared in my life.
Yeah, well, hang in there.
I can't say everything I want
to say over an open line.
Yeah, I know.
And-- oh!
What happened?
Well, it's the engine.
I think I'm running out of gas.
Uh, I think,
I think I'm running out of gas.
I don't think...
Down-shift into low gear.
Okay.
[engine rumbling]
Yeah, that's a little better.
We're almost there, Jeannie.
Hang on.
It's not much longer now.
- [engine rumbling]
- [bees buzzing]
Jeff, Jeff, it's stopping.
[engine stops]
Get out, Stilt.
Run the other car!
Jeannie, I'm coming around.
[tires screeching]
I'm gonna push
you now, Jeannie.
[pants] Oh!
Jeff, I can't see anymore!
I-- I can't!
[Jeff] I'll tell you
which way to turn.
Go straight ahead now.
[suspenseful music]
[Jeannie pants]
[bees buzzing]
You got it, honey.
Straight ahead.
[Jeff] All right, turn left.
Oh, Jeff!
All right, now, Jeannie,
go to your right a little now.
I'll tell you, you got it, girl.
Go on, straight ahead.
All right. Let's open the door.
Open the door.
We're at the dome.
[bees buzzing]
- No, wait, wait.
- Hold it, hold it.
Wait for stragglers.
Make sure they're all inside.
Okay, [indistinct], Jeannie.
[Jeannie] Okay.
All right, hon,
just hold on now.
Oh, God. Oh!
- All right, close the door.
- Close it.
Is the cooling
system up to full?
Yes, sir.
61 degrees.
We want it down to 45 degrees.
Can you do that?
I don't know, Sheriff.
Well, that's all we can do.
The temperature's going
down now. Just hang on.
[panting]
[suspenseful music]
Hold on, Jeannie.
Just a couple of minutes longer.
Hold on.
[tense music]
[bees buzzing]
I can't breathe.
- There's no air.
- Hold on.
[sighs]
Oh, please God. Oh God!
Is there any lag in the readout?
I don't know.
Never got at this cold before.
[gasping]
Oh, Jeff! Jeff, help!
Oh, please help!
[sobbing] I can't! Oh, please!
Please, Jeff, help! Help me!
[tense music]
[gasps]
Jeannie?
Jeannie!
[sobbing]
[romantic music]
I sure do want to thank you,
sir.
[bees buzzing]
[suspenseful music]
[wood creaking]
[wood creaking]
[ominous music]
[thud]
[horn honking]
[Okay, we're
bringing you in now.
[fog horn honking]
Sir, here's the confirmation
from the owners.
SS Carolina Rios is expected New
Orleans this date 1000 local
coming from Brazil
Central America.
Small reefer 700 tons,
captain and crew of 10.
And want to know
how many survivors.
So do I.
[pensive music]
You telling me my first maiden
quartermaster have disappeared?
Yes, sir.
We have only one answer,
overboard.
[horn honks]
Coast Guard Cutter,
Point Spencer.
Request confirmation
to come alongside.
[dramatic music]
The Maid and the
Quartermaster were at the bow.
We were in forward steering
because from the bow to the bridge
it's more than an eighth of a mile.
They were all the way across on
the wrong side of the channel.
Why?
Something happened.
Something strange.
The last thing I could make out
from the Maid was a kind of cry.
Scared and muffled.
He had something in his mouth.
Get away, he said.
Get away.
From what?
Don't know.
Don't think I want to know.
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
Do I still get the
men sure they're kept?
No freedom.
Then I want every available
hand outside in look out.
We've still got two
men out there...
[indistinct]
[horn honking]
[boat rattling]
[horn honking]
[trumpet squeaking]
Julie!
You put that away and get
yourself over to the church.
Mom, I'm scared.
Of course you're
baby, is only natural.
You got a pretty voice.
All you got to do is practice.
Now go on, and mind that dress.
Yes Mom.
[trumpet squeaking]
Daddy, what are you doing out?
What's wrong?
What is that?
What's the matter?
Don't look.
They killed Seth.
Poisoned him.
They killed my dog.
Oh, I don't believe it.
You would believe it if you
could see him all puffed.
I'm going to New Orleans.
During Mardi Gras?
That Coroner is going
to do an autopsy.
We're going to have
Seth's blood analyzed
to find out what kind
of poison killed him.
Then I'm coming back here and take
every store in this delta apart
till I find out who
bought that poison.
And I'm going to
feed them some of it.
[trumpet squeaking]
In close to the bank.
Yes, I see it.
Bring out the launch.
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[trumpet squeaking]
[ominous music]
[trumpet squeaking]
[ominous music]
[girl screams] Mama!
[screaming]
[screaming]
Mama!
[screaming]
[upbeat band music]
[suspenseful music]
[intense music]
Sheriff, I'm not going
to tell you this again.
Would you take this
thing off my desk?
Drop it, sir.
This man wants us to
do an autopsy on a dog.
It's not "a" dog. It's "my" dog.
And?
And what?
And what makes you think
we should do this for you
when we don't do it for
the man on the street?
Cause you're the sheriff?
Because he was poisoned,
that's why.
Well, a lot of dogs
get poisoned, Sheriff.
Well, look, I didn't
mean to bully you, but...
I'd sure appreciate it if...
if you could help me.
Just how old are you anyway?
Isn't that kind of
young to be the Coroner?
I'm not the Coroner.
I'm an assistant MD.
I'm stuck here on
this terrific holiday.
Your friendly neighborhood
just made the great doctor.
Are you sure you know
what you're doing, Doc?
Well, very few of my
patients ever complain.
Can you see the transport
of this body yourself?
We'll do our best. If there's
any problem, we'll call you.
All right, fair enough.
We'll alert the morgue and let
them know you're on your way.
In your opinion, uh, would you
say this man died from drowning?
No. Spaces in hands are covered
with some kind of rash or sores.
All right, thank you
for your cooperation.
Out.
Morgue line's busy, sir.
Keep trying.
Chief! Hold the crew, Chief.
The animal's approximately
five years old.
- Six.
- Correction, six years old.
External evidence
indicates toxic paralysis.
Eyes and head very
puffed, even disfigured.
Close examination reveals...
Funny.
What?
Where you live,
do you have any...
Spiky plants and nettles?
Yeah.
Got some bushes around
there with thorns on them.
They grow wild.
My wife knows the name of them.
I could call her.
Well, wait a minute.
We'll see what we've got.
Well...
You can forget about
calling your wife.
It's a stinger.
Insect.
You mean some kind
of bugs killed Seth?
[exhales]
You really want to watch this?
[clattering]
[suspenseful music]
Bees.
Your dog's stomach
is full of bees.
[phone ringing]
What time is it and I'll bet
you've got the wrong number?
It's Jeff.
Oh, this better be good.
Well, I didn't want to call you
anymore and you didn't want me to.
No?
You obviously have no idea how much
I don't want to hear your voice.
I think I get the picture.
- So?
- Jeannie, I'm on duty.
All I need from you is
a technical opinion.
Oh, I'm glad you're
disturbing my sleep
for the use of my
brain instead of my--
Jeannie,
could bees kill a dog?
What?
Could bees kill a dog?
Well, they could,
but they wouldn't.
Well, they did.
Just bees?
Just bees.
What, did the dog get into the
hive and start eating the honey?
No. There was no hive
near where they found it.
So what makes you
so sure it was bees?
Because the dog's stomach
was filled with them.
Do you have a specimen of
these bees that killed the dog?
Dozens.
I'll be in my
laboratory in an hour.
- Same one?
- Yeah.
Not everything's changed.
Doctor, I hate to interrupt you
again, but you're the only one here.
It's all so irregular. I don't
know what gets into people.
You have to have paperwork
when you go to the morgue.
There's a death certificate,
then there's a police clearance.
And then the--
Is this yours?
Not anymore.
They're lots of papers.
Anything you say, doctor, as long
as we don't have to keep them.
[phone ringing in distance]
You have data?
Nobody knows for sure.
[phone ringing in distance]
Sheriff.
My God.
[upbeat band music]
[people cheering]
One, two, all together, three.
That's the eeriest, most
frightening thing I ever heard.
- But...
- But?
- But, but...
- Look, you guys are right.
These bees could be a disaster.
But what do you want from
the police department?
Well, the court is out
to force you, doesn't it?
- Yeah.
- Well... [indistinct]
Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
- It's Brown again.
Tell him no.
Look, report to somebody else.
Go over my head.
Deputy Mayor Pelligrino
will be here this afternoon.
- Oh, this afternoon?
- Yeah.
Well, the bees have already
killed possibly 13 people.
Now, don't you think they
should be protected, people?
And warned, don't you think?
Come on, this is Mardi Gras!
Look, I'd like to help,
but I can't take the res--
No. I can't take the responsibility
of panicking everybody
over something I can't
do anything about.
As soon as Mardi Gras is over,
I'll give you all the help I can.
Right now, I'd get some
proof if I were you.
Documented proof.
You're gonna need more
than two glass jars
full of bees and some hearsay.
No offense, McKew, but I
mean, you don't know for sure
those bees are out there
killing people, do you?
Just how many dead people
would you like for proof?
Listen, McKew,
how many bees are there?
We don't know.
Where are the bees?
We don't know that either.
You see?
Look, I believe you, but
I got no men to spare.
Document it, and then
we'll take it from there.
- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
[indistinct]
Tell him no!
And no. No is no.
[people cheering]
Well, back to square one.
Yeah.
- What about you?
- Who, me?
Yeah, what are you gonna do?
Forget about it?
I'm gonna dive into the
magic of the Mardi Gras,
on the horns and hats.
Booze, ladies.
Don't tempt me.
I don't know. Are you?
No.
I'm going down to the lab.
Get these analyzed.
Well, you can go back
and look for those bees.
I like your first idea better.
Looking for those bees
on our own is crazy.
Now, why should we?
Well,
because we's about all we got.
[whistle blowing]
You in?
Yeah, I'm in.
Let's go.
[band playing]
What do you see?
A standard Italian specimen.
And your bee.
Similar in all major aspects.
Antennae, twelve major segments.
Mandible normal.
Proboscis, a little
mangled, but looks the same.
Stinger missing.
Try this one.
Same sort of mangling.
Missing stinger.
What makes you think there's
something special about this one?
Well, this one came from
the stomach of a man.
Jeff, you said a dog.
That was the other one.
A man was stung hundreds
of times, maybe a thousand.
There was enough toxin in
him to kill an elephant.
[suspenseful music]
Jeff, there are bees that
can kill an elephant.
There are not bees like
that in North America.
Yeah, well, the victim
was a maid of a freighter
that collided with
a banana boat.
There's 11 crew men missing
from the banana boat,
one from the freighter.
A banana boat from where?
Brazil.
- [tense music]
- Oh dear.
Who are you calling?
The National Bee Stock Center.
We knew it had to happen.
What had to happen?
The African.
[bees buzzing]
[chuckles] Makes you
nervous, does it?
Well, you might say that.
Most people feel
that way about bees.
It's been that way
for a million years.
Ever since the first man
stuck his finger into a hive
to get some honey, got himself
stung for his troubles.
- Honey flow good today, Bill?
- Fine.
That's a pity, really.
People don't realize bees are
the best friends they've got.
You know, we send queen bees from
here to every part of the country.
Repopulate the hives with them.
Then, their offspring go about
the business of pollination.
Of course, without pollination--
Yeah, no crops, no food.
I get that.
After you, sir.
You know, I've heard a lot about
you, Mr. DuRand, from Jeannie.
Oh?
You don't seem to me to be
a grade A diet in the world--
Rufus...
Rufus never had any
doubt they would arrive.
The question was when?
We have a videotape
here, which I've narrated
in order to give the uninitiated
some idea of what we're up against.
Well, then you are prepared.
I wouldn't say that,
just forewarned.
I had, however, hoped
for a larger audience.
Caution. Contents of this
film are extremely sensitive.
This material is not to
be shown to the public
without the written authorization
of the National Bee Center.
In 1956, scores of
Brazilians were killed
when they were attacked by swarms
of the so-called Africanized bee.
Dr. Jorge Meuller, South America's
leading expert on insect genetics,
explained the bee's presence
in the western hemisphere.
The African bee was imported to
South America only as an experiment.
The attempt was to increase
honey production
by controlled breeding of the
more aggressive African bees
with a gentler Italian strain.
Through an accident, the
experimental colony was released
and began uncontrolled crossbreeding
with the South American bees.
The African genes
are very strong.
The bees that are produced by the
mating are extremely aggressive.
I had no idea they would
become as savage as they did.
September the 12th, 1965,
a swarm of killer bees
invaded Rio de Janeiro.
The final toll was 82 killed.
A country farmer was
assaulted so savagely
that 80 bees were
found in his stomach.
A funeral party in
Recife was assailed.
300 people were injured.
18 died.
An experiment was established
to monitor African bee behavior.
Apparently, bees detest
the colors black and red.
The fury of the attack was
recorded by a microphone
held inside a black bag.
Normal protective
clothing did not ensure
the safety of the cameraman
and his assistants.
More than 500 stings a
minute savaged the bag
in which the microphone
was placed.
[bees buzzing]
The difference between the Italian
and African bees is remarkable.
Most honey bees attack
only to ward off invaders.
The Africanized bees attack
when annoyed by color or sound.
Once an invader has left,
Italian honey bees will not
continue to swarm in anger.
African strain will pursue a
quarry for as much as 24 hours.
Well, that film about
the bee specimen
is the least of your troubles
convincing the government.
I'm afraid it's not that simple.
There is no exterior way of telling
the Italian from the African.
We have to use a computer.
And look, this is going
to take at least an hour.
Why don't you go into
town and get some lunch?
Then yeah, we don't
want to alarm anybody.
Then just what the
heck are we doing?
We're only going to suggest
that people not take chances.
There's a difference?
We've got to know
where those bees are.
You tell them if they see
anything to give us a call
and we'll be there right away.
And you what?
You think I know?
Oh, I'll just have the mixed plate,
a glass of wine and coffee later.
Where's the swarm now?
Well, as far as we can figure,
about 20 miles southeast.
Very close.
It's like the devil planet.
The Bee Center is the perfect
ready-made breeding ground.
That swarm must be
destroyed to the last bee.
Go and contact Jorge Meuller.
He claims to have a method by which
he can neutralize the Africans.
Of course, it'll be no use unless
your Sheriff... What's his name?
- McKew.
- Yeah.
Unless he can locate the swarm.
I don't think he will.
I think that if more
people know about it--
No, no, you must
promise not to do that.
We can't panic people. [sighs]
We're in something of a dilemma.
If we frighten people,
they're going to start
killing bees indiscriminately.
Especially the farmer. He'll
be worried that his animals,
his family will be in danger.
They'll burn the hives.
They'll be less and less bees.
Less and less food.
Suicide.
So what do we do?
I don't know.
If that swarm enters
New Orleans,
the city noise alone will
set them on a rampage,
it will kill every
living thing in sight.
Your city morgue won't be big
enough to cope with the results.
And these Africans
are different.
Not only chemically,
but psychologically.
They don't merely want a sting.
They want a kill.
- You're looking for bees?
- Yes, ma 'am.
Well, you sure come to
the right place, Sheriff.
I got a whole bunch
in the backyard.
They've been driving
me crazy all day.
You mind if I take a look?
No, you go right ahead.
No, I mean from
inside, the back door.
Oh, I don't know,
the place is a mess.
I've yet to do the dishes.
This could be an
emergency, Miss Bryant.
Well, if you promise
not to look close.
Thank you.
They've been out
there for hours.
[bees buzzing]
Could I use your phone, ma 'am?
Of course.
Is that Jimmy?
- Yeah.
- Jimmy, go back!
That you, Sheriff?
It is. Be careful of these bees.
Don't come this way.
Go back!
See, Sheriff? You don't have
to worry about these bees.
You don't bother them.
They don't bother you.
[buzzing]
Thank you, Miss Bryant.
These are not the bees
you're looking for?
No, ma 'am.
I guess they're just bees.
You can thank the Lord for that.
[suspenseful music]
[helicopter whirring]
[indistinct]
[tractor whirring]
[bees buzzing]
[grunting]
[water splashing]
[gasps]
[bees buzzing]
[dramatic music]
[people cheering]
[knocking on door]
We're closed.
Open the door.
- We're closed.
- Open the door!
The offices are closed.
[indistinct]
Where's the deputy mayor?
- His name is Pelligrino.
- You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.
- We really have to find him.
What for?
Who are you?
I'm Pelligrino. Who are you?
I'm Jeff DuRand.
I'm Assistant Medical Examiner
of the Coroner's office.
We have an emergency.
Today?
What difference does today make?
Well, what kind of an emergency?
It's about a swarm
of killer bees.
Killer bees?
Take that stairway. I'm in 301.
Easy, easy.
From the look of the clothing
and the general description,
it could be that captain
from the Carolina Rios.
Well, let's find out.
- [bright music]
- Yes, sir.
Oh, yes, sir? Well, I'm just terribly
sorry to disturb you at home.
Oh, yes, sir. I can expedite.
All of it.
Okay, sir. Yes, sir. Goodbye.
So?
So we go.
With a clear procedure,
it just so happens
that we'd already set up for
this particular situation anyway.
You mean someone in the government
actually got a jump on this?
Yes, ma 'am.
The size of action is very
important in cases like this.
And what I'll do is
I'll get to working
with the Department
of Agriculture
just as soon as I get
all the facts straight,
of course, verified the source.
Now, uh...
Your name again is, uh...
Jeannie Devereaux. I'm a graduate
fellow in Entomology at Tulane.
And you sir?
Jeff DuRand.
I'm a research pathologist.
Fill it on weekends
and holidays.
You're the young man
that turned in the report
but you're not actually
a city coroner, are you?
No sir.
Well that could be a
little problem there.
I wish I think I
can take care of it.
I'll just-- I'll just tell X
and the proper authorities.
If it's as soon as I can then
we get the proper authorization.
Now hold it,
hold it just a second.
What are you talking about
tell X and proper authorities?
Well you don't seem
to understand.
You see I just can't
take this on myself.
What do you mean can't?
I think you better.
Wait a minute. Do you
know who you're talking to?
Yeah.
I'm talking to a damn
fool, civil servant,
whose idea of action
is to sit on his damn--
What do you want me to do?
Run up and down
a levee with a butterfly
net in my hand?
Let me tell you something,
mister.
Now, you want action?
You go through the proper channels
or you won't get it at all.
Sheriff!
Sheriff!
I was just coming
to see you, Sheriff.
It's my Julie, she never
come home from church.
Please help me.
I'm worried sick.
Something's happened.
I know something's happened.
Come on, Miss Compher, get in.
You know something's happened.
No, ma 'am, I didn't say that.
Just come on, get in.
All right.
[loud chattering]
That's what we need.
Oh now, wait a minute.
We promised Rufus.
I know we promised Rufus. You know
what Rufus said about them bees?
- ...in town when they do.
- You should give him a call.
Well, you talk to them.
You do what you want.
You to talk to them?
Do what you want.
Dr. Rufus Carter, please.
Dr. Carter.
Rufus, it's Jeannie.
Nobody in the city government
will do anything fast enough.
Jeff thinks if we're going to
get any kind of results at all,
we ought to make some sort
of a public announcement.
Jeannie, you mustn't do that.
You promised me.
But I'm trying to tell
you that Jeff is convinced
that if we're going to get
any kind of results at all,
we've got to give the story
to the television people.
I'm beginning to
think he's right.
Please, I've spoken
to Jorge Mueller.
Ritchie, can you
swing the camera down
and set me up for
an interview spot?
Great. And tell the
desk to monitor this.
They may be interested in it.
Yes! Yes, I'll meet Mueller.
Flight 8, Air Brazil. Do you
really think he's got answers?
- Okay.
- Yes, ma 'am.
Ready? Here we go.
This is Mary Gordon, Side
Light on New Orleans.
With me today is Dr...
Wait a minute.
Could you give me your name?
DuRand, Jeffrey DuRand, Doctor.
Dr. Jeffrey DuRand, got it.
Okay. Here we go.
This is Mary Gordon.
Rufus, I can't hear you.
[loud chattering]
With me today is the
Assistant Medical Examiner
for the city of New
Orleans, Dr. Jeffrey DuRand.
Dr. DuRand has come up with
a rather startling story.
It concerns the
approach to New Orleans--
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
Did this man introduce
himself as a doctor?
- I am a doctor.
- He often does that.
I suppose he's told you
a lot about bees, too.
There are bees!
I really think you'd do better
not to listen to what he says.
Jeff, Jeff, please! Wait!
Dr. Mueller is coming in town from
Brazil tonight with a solution.
Are you sure?
No.
Cut it off.
If those bees show up, head for
the burner and get behind it.
Yes, sir.
Can you light up
that fast every time?
Yes, sir.
Well, that's fine.
Now, we're going to form a line
and move through this field.
And nobody do any talking
unless you've got
something to report.
And don't panic at the
sight of the first ladybug.
And if we find--
Whatever you find,
don't touch anything until
I get there, is that plain?
[people responding]
All right. Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[loud chattering]
Okay, so Dr. Frankenstein
is coming up from Rio
to undo what he's already done.
Maybe.
I don't know, it's all so strange.
I feel like I'm going nowhere.
I feel like I'm in the air.
Yeah well, me too.
Oh, you're the most
air person I've known.
Yeah, that's a hell
of a thing to say.
It wasn't meant as an insult.
[indistinct]
Oh, it's fighting again?
Not going to be fighting.
We're not even talking.
Oh, what are you doing, Jeannie?
What are we doing?
- It's Jeannette.
- Jeannette.
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
Sheriff! Over here.
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
Sir...
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, ma'am.
[indistinct yelling]
Sheriff!
Excuse me.
Sheriff.
Miss Caziot.
My husband.
We can't find him anywhere.
Just the tractor
down by the bayou.
Why, Albert wouldn't have it.
I'll get over there
and take a look now.
Is it true what we
hear about the bees?
Sheriff?
Sheriff.
[ominous music]
Pretty soon we're going
to run out of jars.
Tell me about it.
Well, at least you can...
call that coast guard Lieutenant,
tell him they can have liberty.
It's no rare disease.
Just your standard
death by a bee sting.
[phone ringing]
Here.
Here, sure, sure.
Thank you.
Yeah, all right.
[phone clatters]
Well, it's a 7-year-old
girl that's on her way in.
They headed out looking
for another one.
When I took this job I never thought
there was going to be overtime.
How do you ever get into
this line of work, huh?
I'm lucky, I guess.
We got his footprints here
heading into the river.
We can work from here down.
The tide's going that way.
Do you see the bees?
They pull out that air
cleaner in the tractor.
I did.
You got any idea what you're
going to do if they come after us?
I do.
I am going in that water.
And I ain't coming
up to like it...
[pensive music]
[dramatic music]
[upbeat band music]
It's good you have come in
such short notice, Dr. Miller.
[people cheering]
I think it's sort of nice to see
they gave you a welcoming parade.
If you don't mind my asking,
what's in the case?
It is, I hope, the answer.
[people cheering]
[ducks quacking]
[water splashing]
[animals calling]
We're getting ashore.
I'm gonna stop.
[men laugh]
Fire over there.
Oh, come on, Sheriff.
Them bees is fast asleep.
Fine, I guess you
want to wake them up.
[bees droning]
[water splashing]
[ominous music]
Sheriff! Sheriff!
[dramatic music]
The bees got to him,
even in the water.
In the water!
The slightest hole,
they'll find it.
That's the one reason
they go for the mouth.
Some swarms of Africans
have such venom,
that I believe a
man can be killed
by as few as three stings.
As you know, this suit was made
specially to my own design.
It's quite fantastic.
The normal netting cloth
unit is pitifully inadequate.
They sting right through.
Well, now,
my intention is quite simple.
- I shall enter the swarm.
- Enter?
And I shall pick out the queen
and replace her with a new queen.
The new queen will gather
the swarm around her,
and when they hive and
begin to breed,
they'll eventually produce
a new generation
of hard-working,
non-aggressive offspring.
Now, wait a minute. I thought
you came up here to stamp out
this swarm.
- My dear Miss...
- Jeanette Devereux.
If you were to attack the
swarm and kill the queen,
it would simply disperse.
These killer bees being
genetically dominant,
I believe, Dr. Carter,
that just a few refugee
bees in this center
could mean the Africans
would cover America by...
as early as September.
[sighs]
Still there?
I told them they'd have to wait.
[man on radio]
All units, all units.
Gentlemen.
How's it going?
Ah, fair, I guess.
We've been hearing things.
Rumors, wives' tales.
Is there a bunch of killer
bees loose in the parish?
That's right.
Where are they now?
Last place was near Casio's.
After that, we're just guessing.
What are your plans?
There's a man who's
come in from Brazil.
He's gonna do
something with them.
We're talking about evacuation!
There's some hard
decisions gotta be made.
People have to be taken care of.
I doubt if there's--
Because if those bees cut loose,
everybody in this parish is
gonna go across that river
at the same time.
We...
We thought that we ought to...
You know...
Yeah, I know.
And I'm willing to give you
gentlemen of the council priority.
Because when those
bees cross that water,
and they will cross it,
I can't think of
anybody I'd rather see
standing on the opposite shore.
- Churn.
- Yes, sir!
Show these gentlemen
out the door.
And if they don't disperse
within five minutes,
run them in for loitering.
Yes, sir.
One of these days, McKew,
you're gonna go too far.
[chuckles] I probably will.
But it'll take a better man than
you to tell me when that is.
Well, I can leave if you want.
Now that's some entrance.
[upbeat music playing]
May I ask why you are
being so singularly honest?
I'm sorry.
I'm scared.
Why do you think I'm here?
I had to go out and see McKew
and get organized for tomorrow
about some crazy scheme I don't
have the slightest faith in.
Anyone to hold hands?
Something like that.
It took a swarm of killer
bees to bring you back.
It took seeing you again.
You can credit the
bees if you want.
No, thank you.
I refuse to be grateful
to a bunch of bees.
That actually meant
the way it came out?
[indistinct]
Yes.
I'm old.
All right.
[dramatic piano music]
[car engine rumbling]
[insects chirping]
Anybody home?
No.
Evening.
My wife's mad at me
and the city council is
going to have my job.
Now what do you want?
Just want to cup.
Over there.
- You want a drink?
- No, thanks.
Well I just sent in
another victim.
Albert Casio, farmer.
Good man.
That red pin up there?
Maybe.
Shouldn't be too far off.
Dawn, they'll cross that bayou.
- They will?
- Yeah.
There's a field planted in
flower that's on Hoomer Road.
If I was a bee, that's
where I'd go for breakfast.
I'll start there in the morning.
[chuckles] Are you trying to
think like a bee?
[chuckles] Yeah, I guess so.
Well, about 30 miles
from [indistinct].
Like heading straight forward.
You know, it's like I almost
knew it was there.
Yeah, my Paul used to say
there's good in every situation
for somebody if you look hard.
I wonder what he'd say
about this predicament.
Well, maybe it takes this
sort of thing to get people
thinking about other people.
Everyone...
or everything being
in the same boat.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Do you?
Yeah.
You mean there ain't no damn
bees gonna get the best of us.
[suspenseful music]
[gentle music]
Well, you really come
out in the world, boy.
Well, at least [indistinct].
- Good morning.
- What's the good about it?
[indistinct radio chatter]
Just a minute.
Just a minute. Hey, Jeff.
I'd like you to meet Dr. Miller.
Dr. Miller, this is Jeff DuRand.
- Doc.
- Yes, hello.
Are we all here?
Come a little closer.
You each have radios,
and you've been given the
sectors you'll patrol, all right?
Now, I'd like to urge you to be
very careful of any undue noise.
The Africans are extremely
sensitive to vibration.
In the event you are attacked,
your vehicles are
the safest place.
But remember to close
all vents instantly.
Ms. Deveeraux and I will remain
here in readiness for the sighting.
I'll expect each of you to
report every 15 minutes.
Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
[engines start]
[tense funk music]
This is McKew, Hoomer Road.
Nothing here.
Sorry, Jeff.
This is Deputy
Churn checking in.
[indistinct] Road.
Nothing here.
[indistinct]
I don't see a thing.
It's Jeff, Dr. Carter.
We're on Bohemia Road,
and we got nothing.
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Give them time.
Time?
In one hour, a bee can
fly 10 to 15 miles.
We're faced with a circle
that can get only
larger and larger.
Get in.
[engine starts]
[somber music]
What's that?
- Well, that's not bees.
- That's for sure.
You think we should take a look?
Mm-hmm.
This is McKew.
Jeff, Dr. Carter,
have you got anything?
I just have a...
That chicken, Sheriff,
with a red cap on it.
Anything else nearby?
Well, yeah, there's a strange
symmetrical design in the grass.
Don't touch anything.
It's all sacred. It's a veve.
A what, Sheriff?
It's voodoo, Dr. Carter.
Uh,
anything special we should do?
Nothing. Leave it be.
We need all the help we can get.
[suspenseful music]
[horse neighs]
[birds chirping]
[dramatic music]
There.
The bees are in there.
[Jeannie] We're out on Peninsula
Road. There's a hot dog stand.
I know it. Go ahead.
The swarm is inside.
Dr. Mueller says he wants all
cars kept out of the area
until he gives the word.
He says he wants
the roads blocked!
Will do.
Oh, please wait for the others.
No.
You'll start the car.
And take me there.
Close all the windows
and all the vents.
When I give you the signal
turn off the engine and coast
as far as you can. I shall
walk the rest of the way.
You understand?
Yes.
Under no condition are
you to get out of your car.
Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[engine starts]
[engine rumbling]
[tense music]
[ominous music]
He's going towards the door.
What are the bees doing?
Not much. He told me
they don't mind silver.
It's the colors black and
red that set them off.
Mardi gras!
- Hey, stop!
- Churn!
[tires screeching]
What do we do?
Sheriff said not to
let anybody in there.
Now, I know that.
You want to go after him?
No way!
Call the sheriff.
You really think we ought to?
What can he do anyway?
Well, I'll call him.
[suspenseful music]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
Hey, pull over, I'm hungry.
Jeff, Jeff, somebody's here!
Jeff, somebody's here!
- Jeannie?
- Jeff, what do I do?
Stay in the car.
Get in, let's go!
[tires screeching]
Hey, bro, I'm hungry.
Get back in your car!
[screaming]
Oh, please don't let
this be happening.
[screaming] Oh, no!
Get back in your car!
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[screaming]
They're...
They're all...
[screaming]
[whimpering]
[screaming]
[cutting]
[whimpering]
[bees buzzing]
[groaning]
[bees buzzing]
- Oh!
- [car horn honks]
[car horn honking]
[bees buzzing]
Stop it!
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
[bees buzzing]
No!
Oh, Jeff!
Jeff, the bees are coming at me!
Oh!
Jeff!
They're coming in my car!
[groans]
[sobbing] Jeff!
Jeannie?
Can you hear me?
Jeannie?
Talk to me.
The bees are all over the car.
The windshield is covered.
I can't, Jeff. What do I do?
Don't panic.
The cars are tight.
We'll think of something.
Yes. [gasps]
Sheriff,
better get those flamethrowers.
We can't do that.
The swarm would disperse.
If they got to the bee center, we'd
have killers all over the country.
Maybe all over the world.
As long as that swarm is viable,
every bee will stay with it.
So we've got to
keep it together.
[Jeff] Well,
what are we going to do?
- Well, you could freeze them.
- What?
Freeze them.
Bees become immobile
at 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
If you could drive
that car somewhere.
We could drive it inside
of a refrigeration plant
or a packing plant.
No, that's no good.
They can't already be cold.
The bees hate the cold.
They fly away.
Wherever we go, it'll have to
cool down after we get there.
Also, it'll have to encompass
the entire swarm.
Some of those bees are 50,
100 yards
from the center of the swarm.
Great idea, Rufus.
I don't think there's anywhere
in the world like I'm describing.
Hell there isn't, Doctor.
- Aren't you a Saints fan?
- A what?
[laughs]
We'd have to drive the car right
through the center of town.
I mean, the noise, the motion,
the bees would fly away.
You're crazy.
You haven't got a prayer.
Prayer is exactly
what you have got.
This is the quietest day of
the year in New Orleans.
I don't understand.
It's Ash Wednesday, Doctor.
Sheriff, call her.
- Jeannie?
- Yes?
How much gas you got?
[stuttering] Um...
about a quarter of a tank?
Okay.
Now, don't open up anything.
Don't turn your
air condition on.
Just start your engine.
Turn on your
radio for a minute.
We don't want to get
those bees mad at you.
[radio stations skipping]
[bees buzzing]
[upbeat music playing]
Oh, God, I can hardly see.
Try your wipers.
Um...
No! No, no. They won't move.
What, what,
what am I supposed to do now?
You have to drive, Jeannie.
15 miles an hour.
We'll escort you.
You'll follow us.
Can you do that?
I'll... I'll try.
Where are we going?
[Jeff] We're going
to Super do me.
[tense music]
[Jeff on PA] Attention,
we have an emergency.
Attention, you're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Attention.
Attention, we have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
We'll bring you through
a swarm of killer bees.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
I repeat. Killer bees!
Any loud noise can rouse them.
Absolute quiet is necessary.
Turn off all radio,
all the scenery,
and get off the street.
Close your doors and windows.
Wait ten minutes after we go by
before we resuming activity.
- Is this a joke?
- It's no joke.
Attention, attention.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Come on, get in here.
Come on, get in here.
We have an emergency.
You're in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
Get off the street!
Attention, attention,
we have an emergency.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
[bees buzzing]
I repeat, killer bees.
Any loud noise can rouse them.
Absolutely quiet is necessary.
You're going just a
bit too fast, Jeannie.
Slow down.
We can't afford to
lose one single bee.
I'm trying.
I-- I'm trying.
Okay,
well, that's fine.
Attention, attention,
we have an emergency.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
I repeat, clear the street.
You are in danger.
You have 60 seconds
to clear the street.
We're coming through
with a swarm of killer bees.
I repeat, killer bees.
We're almost there.
I'm going ahead to
get the door open.
[engine rumbling]
[suspenseful music]
[bees buzzing]
Jeannie, how are you doing?
Lousy. I never thought I'd
be this scared in my life.
Yeah, well, hang in there.
I can't say everything I want
to say over an open line.
Yeah, I know.
And-- oh!
What happened?
Well, it's the engine.
I think I'm running out of gas.
Uh, I think,
I think I'm running out of gas.
I don't think...
Down-shift into low gear.
Okay.
[engine rumbling]
Yeah, that's a little better.
We're almost there, Jeannie.
Hang on.
It's not much longer now.
- [engine rumbling]
- [bees buzzing]
Jeff, Jeff, it's stopping.
[engine stops]
Get out, Stilt.
Run the other car!
Jeannie, I'm coming around.
[tires screeching]
I'm gonna push
you now, Jeannie.
[pants] Oh!
Jeff, I can't see anymore!
I-- I can't!
[Jeff] I'll tell you
which way to turn.
Go straight ahead now.
[suspenseful music]
[Jeannie pants]
[bees buzzing]
You got it, honey.
Straight ahead.
[Jeff] All right, turn left.
Oh, Jeff!
All right, now, Jeannie,
go to your right a little now.
I'll tell you, you got it, girl.
Go on, straight ahead.
All right. Let's open the door.
Open the door.
We're at the dome.
[bees buzzing]
- No, wait, wait.
- Hold it, hold it.
Wait for stragglers.
Make sure they're all inside.
Okay, [indistinct], Jeannie.
[Jeannie] Okay.
All right, hon,
just hold on now.
Oh, God. Oh!
- All right, close the door.
- Close it.
Is the cooling
system up to full?
Yes, sir.
61 degrees.
We want it down to 45 degrees.
Can you do that?
I don't know, Sheriff.
Well, that's all we can do.
The temperature's going
down now. Just hang on.
[panting]
[suspenseful music]
Hold on, Jeannie.
Just a couple of minutes longer.
Hold on.
[tense music]
[bees buzzing]
I can't breathe.
- There's no air.
- Hold on.
[sighs]
Oh, please God. Oh God!
Is there any lag in the readout?
I don't know.
Never got at this cold before.
[gasping]
Oh, Jeff! Jeff, help!
Oh, please help!
[sobbing] I can't! Oh, please!
Please, Jeff, help! Help me!
[tense music]
[gasps]
Jeannie?
Jeannie!
[sobbing]
[romantic music]
I sure do want to thank you,
sir.
[bees buzzing]