Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell Page #4

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You single?

Are you trying

to get sweet with me?

- Definitely.

- It's not gonna work.

(SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

(sun FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Doc! Doc!

Doc! Grow a spine, huh?

Look at me.

I have balls of steel.

Say it!

I have balls of steel.

My balls are stainless steel!

My balls are stainless steel!

My balls are in

the Guinness Book of Balls!

My balls are in

the Guinness Book of Balls!

Right! You put this on.

- Yes.

- It'll hide your heat signature, huh?

Now, look. You stick with me

like a shadow. You hear that?

Yes.

Now, put that dick

back in your pants

- and do what I do, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Roger?

- Roger.

- Roger that. Let's go.

- Okay.

Come on, soldier.

Hoods up!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(IMITATES BURT)

(GROANING)

(IMITATES BURT)

What the hell?

(CREATURE ROARS)

Suck on this, bird brain!

(CREATURE SCREECHES)

(GROANS)

TRAVIS:
Go away, sucker!

(MACHINES BEEPING)

(MUMBLES)

(SNIFFS)

(DISTORTED) How are you

feeling, Mr. Gummer?

(GROANS)

What's going on?

- You just had surgery.

- What?

Arthroscopic surgery.

To remove a mondo tapeworm

that was causing a cluster-fete

in your intestines.

I know. Gross, huh?

Oregon State.

Corvallis, right?

Yup. Go Beavers!

You know, my dad's been

telling me stories about you

since I could bounce

on his knee and...

I still can't believe

Val McKee's your father!

He's more of a dad, really.

Crazy uncle, actually.

(SCOFFS)

Wild, huh?

Your father was the most

brilliant underachiever lever met.

Yeah. That's what Mom

always says.

He always told me

what a hard-ass you were.

I mean, are.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, no way. No way!

Are those...

Graboid skin? Yeah.

Dad made them for Mom.

She handed them down to me.

Pretty indestructible.

What are you doing up here?

Internship. I'm doing my Masters

in Mathematical Geosciences.

How are you feeling, Burt?

Speaking of underachievers.

I am as strong

as a fifth of whiskey, Wingman.

Really? 'Cause you looked slower

than the Mississippi out there.

Where's my munitions,

my combat vest, my clothes, huh?

To your left.

(GRUNTS)

Well, feel better, Mr. Gummer.

All right. Thank you, Miss McKee.

You can call me Val.

What's going on with you, Burt?

It's not like you to take

a knee on the field.

(WHISPERS)

We need to talk.

Where'd you get that HK91?

Mr. Gummer?

There's something

that you need to see.

(BEEPING)

The water levels dropped 15 centimeters

since our last measurement.

The samples have detected

a new chemical element in the soil gas.

Can you determine what it is?

Uh... The computer's

reading it as HCO2H.

Formic acid?

Yeah.

Yeah, and it's a highly

concentrated dose.

The acidity in the pH

is off the charts.

(RUMBLING)

What the hell was that?

You hear that?

(GRUNTS)

(CREATURE GROWLS)

Get out! Get out now!

(GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

What the hell?

(SCREAMING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

What is it?

You've been infected, Mr. Gummer,

by what appears to be a

parasitic organism that is

quite hostile and has

an extremely slow gestation.

(CREATURE GROWLING)

What's the bad news?

Well, unfortunately, it secretes

a neurotoxin at a certain maturation,

killing the host.

Killing the host?

You mean, Burt being the host?

(CREATURE GROWLING)

We've identified the toxin

as originating from a Graboid.

TRAVIS:
A Graboid?

- What...

- Just indulge me.

Blood behind the eye caused

by cerebral inflammation.

Advanced stage.

It's not good.

You're gonna need antibodies.

Well, how do we get them?

From a Graboid.

Maybe we can get one

to stop by the blood bank.

TRAVIS:
How the hell did you

get infected by a Graboid?

(ROARS)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

I was in the belly

of the beast.

Okay, so we kill a Graboid.

We get it done.

I got this, Burt.

The antibodies need to be extracted

from a live Graboid to be viable.

A live Graboid?

Mission:
Impossible.

You plan on throwing a lasso

over its neck?

If you'll excuse me,

I need to do a perimeter sweep.

I don't think you understand

the urgency of your condition.

Don't let the urgent

get in the way of the important.

(CREATURE GROWLS)

Your body is failing, Mr. Gummer.

Bullshit! I want a second opinion.

Yeah, I know that's all macho

and everything, Burt,

but I happen to care

about your health!

Go care someplace else.

That's a dick thing to say.

No bad seed

shall go unpunished!

(SNARLS)

(ALL GASP)

Get it off of me!

(CREATURE SNARLS)

(DR. 0 CRYING)

BURT:
Hang on.

Please don't let go!

- BURT:
Hold on!

- Don't let go!

- My God!

- Please, don't let go!

- Please, don't let go.

- I got you.

- Hold me! Hold me!

- Sh*t! I got you.

No!

(SCREAMING)

All right!

Block that window!

Okay, everyone,

buckle your chinstraps

and pack a meat sandwich!

We are under attack.

Secure all doors and windows!

DR. FEREZZE:

Well, this is just great.

We're under attack by

a hostile underground life form.

We're all going to die!

Listen to me, Doc.

Take a couple of

tablespoons of cement

and harden the hell up, huh?

Okay, look, anybody

with a weapon, load it up.

We have the sharp end of the stick.

Whatever you got, use it!

Easy, there, cowgirl!

I can't get this seismic

vibration monitor working.

Our data-link and NetCam

are down, Mr. Gummer.

Yeah, the Ass Blaster tore our

comms tower apart last night.

Can you fix it?

Swackhamer's been

working on it all morning, but...

The HF antenna's totally destroyed.

Coax has been severed.

The grid pack dish

is totally shot.

All right, how long

will it take to fix?

- A day, at least.

- All right.

Iridium satellite phone?

- Who took the sat phone?

- I saw Dr. Ferezze with it earlier.

Oh, Ferezze flew the coop.

All right, find him and get

that sat phone to me ASAP!

It's our lifeline out of here.

We've got to call in Evac

and get these kids

someplace safe!

I can drop an elk at 800 yards

and field dress it

in less than 30 minutes.

Maybe that'll pull you

out of your worry well.

We're up for this, Mr. Gummer.

Copy that, Miss McKee.

We are flying blind.

Advantage, Graboid.

I was never properly briefed

on the lay of the land, Dr. Sims.

RITA:
We are here.

There are mountains to our

east, west, north, and south.

It's a true box canyon.

Total geographic isolation.

Dj-freaking-vu!

This is the bunkhouses.

That's DARPA encampment.

The hangar's about 120 meters

to our direct front.

Aflac's down there.

It's Aklark!

Make yourself useful, Wingman.

Give the hangar a holler.

With what,

a cup and a string?

Use the walkie-talkie.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Yo, North Star One, this is

North Star Base. You copy?

You got Mac, North Star One.

Send your traffic. Over.

Look, shut it down now,

all right?

Stop all work

and stay inside.

- What's this?

- A road.

You mean washboard.

The road's out.

Landslide last winter.

It's totally impassable.

This whole base is like

open range for a Graboid.

Wait a second.

You're telling me

we're smack dab in the middle

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