Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2018
- 98 min
- 388 Views
Whoever heard of a heatwave
in the Arctic?
Welcome to the new normal.
We're standing on a gigantic ice cap,
and it's 32 Fahrenheit.
Welcome to the Arctic summer.
Fahrenheit?
Wait, did you just use
that antiquated Imperial measurement?
Yeah, I did, Sweden.
I'm from Norway, A-hole.
Not Sweden!
YANKEE:
Is thereany difference?
You Americans! You're so out of step
with the rest of the world.
You're a scientist,
for God's sake.
Glaciologist.
You two knob jockeys
sound like a couple of Sheilas.
Let's get these core samples
and get back to the outpost.
(DOGS BARKING)
Guys, we hit something.
(WHIRRING)
This is some mean ice.
That's why they call it
the Old Cold!
Yeah, well, I reckon just
increase the bit speed.
Let's blast right through it.
Hey, guys?
I'm getting a seismic spike
in the ice.
Yeah, well, it's probably
just an isostatic rebound.
(SCANNER BEEPS)
Like hell, it is.
I'm getting a big-ass
magnetic anomaly on my screen.
Whatever it is, it's alive,
and it's big.
There are no big life forms
that live in solid ice.
Maybe the backscatter effect
brought up a rock formation.
Yeah, and maybe
it's the Easter Bunny!
This is not a rock, and it sure
as sh*t isn't the Easter Bunny.
Dumbass!
(RUMBLING)
(GRUNTS)
(DOGS HOWLING)
Check it out.
(CREATURE SHRIEKING)
Aussie!
(DOGS BARKING)
DUTCH:
Aussie? Aussie?Aussie, do you copy?
(CREATURE GROWLS)
DUTCH:
What the hell?
- What...
- Get it out! Get it out!
Come on, get it out. Come on!
Come on! Come on! Come on, Yank!
(YELLS)
No! No!
(SCREAMING)
Yankee!
Yank!
(YANKEE'S SCREAMING ECHOES)
Yank?
No.
No!
(GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GROANING)
No!
(CHIMING)
(ALARM BLARES)
Really, Gummer?
A motion detector?
Perfection.
Man alive,
it's hot as balls out there!
Hands where I can
see them, partner.
Oh, gee-whiz, Gummer!
You know who I am!
It's me,
Special Agent Dalkwed.
Do it, Agent Dickweed.
Are you threatening
a federal officer?
That all depends, Taxman.
Sticks and stones.
Is that a pellet gun, Gummer?
You bet
your sweet ass it is!
Oh, since when
do you play with toys?
Since none of your damn business.
You armed?
Of course, I'm armed.
All Special Agents with
the United States Treasury are armed.
You know that.
Special Agent!
You're a bean counter.
This here is private property
in an open-carry state.
And you wouldn't happen
to have any financial interest
in said property,
now would you?
Nope! Go slap a lien
somewhere else.
Already have.
Hey.
I see you've changed teams.
Hmm?
No, just hats!
Well, it was a miracle
the Cubbies won that series.
And frankly, Gummer,
that's what you're gonna need,
a miracle.
'Cause right now,
your ass is in my hands.
Your point, Dickweed?
Your tax position has been
deemed frivolous by the IRS
and your property has hereby
been seized.
What? You can't!
I can, and I did!
The IRS owns you, Gummer,
until such time as we can arrange
for confiscation of any and all items
deemed suitable
for government auction.
You parasitic son of a b*tch!
Yeah, your...
(CHUCKLES)
Your well-endowed battery of firearms
might raise enough to make a dent
in your failure to file
penalties and interest.
of Schadenfreude, Agent Dickweed!
I will see you in court!
In court? Oh. Oh, no!
We're way past that, Gummer.
Way past.
Out of here!
Goodbye, Gummer.
And don't let the door
dislodge that poker up your ass!
Oh, I'll be really careful.
- TRAVIS:
Another satisfied customer?- What?
Did you miss me?
Yeah, like a boil on my ass.
I see you got
the supply req.
Oh, yeah. That eighth text
was a charm.
"Hey, welcome home,
sonny boy!"
"Oh, good to see you."
"How long's it been?"
"Four or five weeks?" "Okay.
How'd the video shoot go?"
Fascist jackals!
Ooh, Government plates.
That can't be good.
Let me guess. IRS?
They've got no right to waltz in here
and seize a man's property.
Come on, Burt. You've been flipping off
the Feds longer than Wesley Snipes.
That's got to be a record.
This is the very thing that
sparked the Boston Tea Party.
BOTH:
No taxationwithout representation!
It's a good thing Jodi decided
to stay at that law firm in Reno, huh?
- Lets you squat here?
- Nobody's squatting.
I'm managing the store now.
Really? Congratulations.
And I really love what
you've done with the place.
You really put the hyphen back
in anal-retentive. Jeez.
I can do
without the sarcasm, son.
Oh, come on, Burt.
Don't be hurt.
All right, now that I'm back,
let's hit that reset button, huh?
Put some fresh content
up on YouTube,
try and resurrect
that Bull's-Eye Brand.
Not doing prepper videos anymore.
My director quit on me.
No, he didn't.
He's right here.
I just had a small
mental health break.
What's up with that hat?
Wait a minute.
You change teams?
No, just hats!
Take it easy, Burt.
Look, I know you hate taking direction,
and my style's way too
improvisational for you, okay?
Lord, you're giving me
a headache.
Come on, Burt,
meet me in the middle.
Make sure you put $5
in that cash box.
For what?
That beer doesn't come free.
You're closing up?
Dude, it's not Miller time yet.
You can't find your beach.
Time for some shut-eye.
Since when do you "shut-eye"
in the middle of the afternoon?
Since you showed up!
You wonder why I go
to strip clubs!
What the hell happened here?
Something attacked them
from under the ice.
It can't be!
(ROARS)
(PHONE RINGING)
(GROANING)
Chang's.
(SCREAMS)
Yo, Burt! What's up?
Calisthenics.
Feel free to join in.
I think I'll pass.
You wanna earn your keep,
go stock some shelves.
I'd love to, but you've got
a phone call.
Take a message.
I tried,
but there's a lady
holding on the line,
who's got a very sexy
phone voice, by the way.
She told me to tell you
that they've got, uh...
I can't read my writing.
What does that word...
What does that say? That she's got, uh...
- Graboids? Where?
- Mr. Gummer?
Affirmative. Who's this?
Dr. Rita Sims. I'm calling
from Nunavut Province, Canada.
We're 67 degrees north.
- That's the Canadian Arctic.
- Yes, it is.
I'm the station leader of
an international research team.
We' re based at Bote Canyon.
How'd you get this number?
You from the government?
Is she hot?
Well, I have an associate
familiar with your work.
I think your associate
must be half a bubble off plumb.
That was my first reaction,
but she's actually very bright.
She knows a lot
about Graboid mythology.
Graboids are no myth,
but they're a desert phenomenon.
I think this is
a colossal time suck, Miss, uh...
Dr. Sims.
Graboids do not and cannot
exist in the Arctic, Dr. Sims!
- Impossible.
- Ask her if she's hot.
Improbable but not impossible.
- Who's this?
- This is Valerie.
First, let me say that,
as a major Graboid enthusiast,
I have admired your work
for years. Here's what I know.
Graboids are subterranean
worm-like predator
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