I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY'VE GONE TO GROUND BUT EVEN AN ANT COULDN'T GET OUT OF THIS NET.

I'M COUNTING ON IT, SHERIFF. AND I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT ROWLAND WILL PAY VERY DEARLY FOR THIS!

BUT I TOLD YOU IT'S URGENT, SERGEANT. IT'S A CASE OF PERITONITIS, FOR GOD'S SAKE!

SORRY, BUT I'M AFRAID I'VE GOT TO CHECK IT OUT.

NEGATIVE, TANGO LIMA. WE'LL TRY J4 AND J5 NEXT.

NOT EVEN SEEN THE SHADOW OF THE TAIL OF AN AMBULANCE, CHIEF. NOR ANYONE ELSE EVEN VAGUELY SUSPECT EITHER.

BY ALL THAT'S HOLY… WHERE IN TARNATION HAVE THESE BASTARDS GOT THEM SELVES TO!? WE'LL HAVE TO SMOKE THEM OUT OF THEIR HOLE, EVEN IF IT TAKES THE REST OF THE YEAR!

SORRY ABOUT YOUR CONDITION, CAPTAIN.

I COULD GIVE YOU AN INJECTION OF MORPHINE, IF YOU WANT. THERE MUST BE SOME BACK THERE.

DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT INJECTIONS, LIEUTENANT.