Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell Page #6

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Go! Go! Go!

(BOTH PANTING)

(GROANING)

(CONTINUES GROANING)

Here, here! Take this!

Bad news, Val. Eleven o'clock!

That makes

the Graboid count two.

VARGAS:
Yeah, two alive.

One dead.

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GROANS)

Burt, you copy? Over?

You there? Copy?

Burt?

Copy, Wingman.

You doing okay?

Why the hell wouldn't I be?

We're fighting

a Graboid apocalypse

with a bunch of noncoms!

Don't worry about me!

Just stick to

the mission objective.

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(EXHALES AND GROANS)

We've got to get

one of those worms pronto!

Watch out!

It's headed your way!

Incoming.

From the drill tower.

Say a prayer, I'm gonna flip

the switch on this ittle cucarcha.

One! Two!

Three!

Sh*t!

(WHOOPING)

Watch out!

(LAUGHING)

It's working.

It's actually working!

It can't get through.

I told you I've done more

with less!

Come on! Whoo! Yeah!

How're you doing

out there, Burt?

Talk to me.

Burt, you're alive?

You've never given up on

anything in your life, old man.

Don't start now!

You father

is very sick, Travis.

He can't die. Not now.

Not on my watch.

This is his second

neuro-muscular collapse.

(SIGHS) Come on, Travis.

Man up.

Okay, look, we capture

one of these things, right?

How do we get

what we need?

There should be a glandular sac

somewhere in the throat.

(CREATURE SNARLS)

Looks like Sally's testing

our underground electrical fence.

Who's Sally?

You named it?

After an ex.

Sally Soulsmasher.

She was a dirty,

man-eating b*tch

who used to stick her nose

where it didn't belong.

MAN:

Everything okay out there?

SOLDIER:
Copy that, sir.

Just locking the gate. All clear.

VARGAS:

Stop moving, you idiot.

(CREATURE ROARING)

It's coming through the floor!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

BURT:
Wingman?

Wingman, you there?

Burt. How are you feeling?

Fit as a butcher's dog.

(CREATURE SCREECHING)

(SCREAMING)

I'm coming your way, Wingman!

Let's go, guys. Let's go.

Let's get to work.

Swackhamer, start making

those bombs.

- Look, Burt, we...

- Got to destroy these devils!

- No, we have to catch one of these!

- We don't catch. We kill!

- Even if it kills you?

- This is not about me.

- Yes, it is!

- Not if we still got Graboids out there.

Come on, Burt.

I'm just getting to know you.

I don't wanna see

your sorry ass die.

I'll be dead when I say I'm dead!

That's not how this works!

Last I checked, you don't give

the orders around here.

Oh, I do now.

You never answered

my question.

Where'd you get that HK91?

Heather.

My wife.

Ex-wife, Burt.

Who gave you the right

to meddle in my affairs?

Hey! I'm the result of one of

your affairs, remember?

Bullshit! Bullshit!

You're not hooking and reeling me

into this conversation!

(GROANS)

I guess I touched

his thermostat.

You wanna die? Huh?

Do you?

Stop being so stubborn.

Damn!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Did you...

Did you say hooking

and reeling?

Jesus, Burt, you are a genius.

Hey, Mac, how are we doing

on that plane?

Well, I've got to put a wrench

to a few more screws.

Everybody, listen up.

I think I've got a way we can

catch one of these things!

(ALARM BLARING)

What the hell is that?

(CONTINUES BLARING)

The seismic alarm.

(MOTOR STARTS)

We set the core sample

drilling on auto for today, remember?

That damn drilling tower

is like Graboid catnip.

That puss has already

taken the bait.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

We've got to shut it down

before Hart becomes a Happy Meal!

The timer panel's attached

to the drill tower.

Okay, if we can't turn it off, we've got

to lead that Graboid away from Hart.

I've got to shut off the drill rig.

You can't go down there, Val.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(RUMBLING)

(HART SCREAMING)

(SCREECHES)

Battle stations!

Let's make some noise!

Double the voltage this time.

I want him dead!

VALERIE:
Hold on, Hart.

I'm coming!

VARGAS:
Hurry up, Val.

Number two's coming right at you.

Go! Go! Go! Raise Cain!

(WHIRRING)

(CLANGING)

(WHIRRING)

(LAUGHS)

(BOTH YELLING)

Come to papa!

(ALL YELLING)

(BANGING)

Swackhamer!

Yeah!

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

(SHOUTS)

That'll close the carpool lane!

Give me some! Whoo!

Give me some, Burt!

Whoo!

Broke into the wrong goddamn hangar,

didn't you, you bastard?

(LAUGHS)

HART:
Val, it's in front of you!

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(sun FIRING)

Let's go, Hart.

It's retreating!

Jump!

Come on!

All right, let's not celebrate

in a huddle, folks.

We've still got at least

one Graboid out there.

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

Uh, guys,

I hate to drop a turd in the punch bowl,

but the genny's blown!

What the hell does that mean?

No underground electrical fence.

(GROANING)

We've got to get him to medical.

(GRUNTS)

Okay. Get that airplane ready to fly,

and wait for my call.

All right, everybody,

I'm on the point.

Single file.

Okay.

(WIND HOWLING)

Any movement?

Nothing. Zip.

- Zilch.

- Nada mucho.

- I say we run, get there fast.

- SWACKHAMER:
Yeah.

If that thing attacks,

I'll just honey badger the sh*t out of it.

Uh, help? Over here!

Oh, sh*t, he lived?

I've got to do the right thing, don't I?

It's a good habit to start.

(SIGHS) Okay, Rita, you take

Aklark and Burt to the medical.

I don't care what

you have to do to keep him alive!

Swackhamer, you're with me.

On three, we break.

One, two, three, break!

Man, am I glad to see you guys now!

Get me down from here.

Jump, you chicken-sh*t!

No,no,no.

Don't jump, okay?

But I'll tell you what you can do.

Remove all the tax liens

on Mr. Gummer for the last 27 years

and give him back his house,

and I'll make sure that you stay

on this side of the tundra.

Yeah, whatever. Done.

Uh, no, we're not done.

We also don't wanna pay taxes

for the rest of our life.

Federal or state, yeah.

Nevada doesn't have state taxes.

Yeah, no federal taxes!

Well, that's gonna be

a hard one to swing.

Uh, have a nice life!

Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, fine.

- I'll do it.

- You didn't see the ladder, a**hole?

Dude! Baby bag.

Hey, candy-ass!

If you have a set of balls,

now would be the time

to use them.

TRAVIS:
Yeah.

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

(CREATURE ROARS)

There she blows.

Time for some psy ops.

I'm gonna distract Sally Soulsmasher

with some shock and awe!

Good luck with that.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CREATURE ROARS)

Suck on this, worm!

Come on!

Whoo!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Ride them, cowboy!

(GRUNTING)

(WHOOPING)

Giddyup! Oh, yeah!

How do you like me now?

Oh, good. Get me out of here.

- Take it easy, Burt.

- Don't tell me to take it easy.

It's time for a sit rep.

Yeah, I think you better sit

this rep out.

- Who put you in charge?

- You did.

- I did?

- Yeah, once you got hurt, Burt.

That puts me in charge

whether you like it or not.

I feel fine.

Tell everybody to gear up

and get ready.

Get ready for what?

Ready to save your ass,

that's what!

Capturing a Graboid! Right?

You might as well try taking

the black off a crow.

Hell, while you're at it,

why don't you tell the rain not to dry?

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