Tremors 3: Back to Perfection Page #5

a six-figure income...

but hey, I'm busting my ass

eking a living out here...

to build something

for myself.

I know it's not easy. But I just think

you can enjoy yourself while you eke.

Who-Who says

I'm not enjoying myself?

You know? I don't have to

justify myself to you.

Food Mall?

Snake, you said you were buying

all your supplies from me!

Well, see now, I don't recall signin'

any purchasin' agreement.

It was a verbal commitment.

It was understood, okay?

In exchange for you tying up

my telephone lines, and my computer,

you're getting

free overhead, pal.

And for your information,

I do enjoy myself.

I do.

Well, one bit of good news...

the shriekers are still in the canyon.

Gotta be the same one

I saw outside my house.

Albino, I think.

Yeah. We used to have

a female goat like that.

No kids.

- Impossible.

- Sterile, huh?

Maybe that's why El Blanco

hasn't turned into Los Shriekers.

Son of a...

0500 on the dot.

Be sunrise soon.

In 37 minutes,

32 seconds.

- Hey, Burt. Heads up!

- What? Whoa!

- Why, you...

- Ooh.

You know,

he follows you, Burt.

I think he's got

a thing for you.

If I could reach my Grizzly. 50 caliber,

I'd have a thing for him.

Mm.

Is that them?

It must be!

But I've never heard 'em

make a noise like that before.

Like coyotes...

- with their kill.

- They're still in the canyon.

Can't afford to wait anymore.

I've got to get to my radio.

Wait, Burt!

Try this.

I saw it on

a repeat of MacGyver.

Dental floss!

I always carry it.

There. There, there.

Yeah. Come on. Come on!

- There, you got it.

- Yes!

Nancy! Mindy!

Burt here. Come back!

Hey, Burt. What's up?

Look, we're pinned down by this-this...

Great White Graboid,

and we need an assist.

I want you to make one hell of a racket

over the radio. Copy?

You want noise, Burt?

I copy that.

Ohh! Mm.

Honey, what's going on?

Burt just phoned in a request.

Hey! He's going for it.

Here we go. One more.

- Uh-oh. It's coming back!

- Yup.

He's taken the bait.

Jodi, Jack, let's move it.

- This is yours:
308, four shots in the mag.

- I don't know...

It won't bite you. Jack, grab

your Weatherby and let's do this.

- My Weather what?

- Your rifle. In your gun rack?

Uh, gun's not real, Burt.

Borrowed it off some movie guy.

Here. You do know

which end the bullets come out of?

- I've seen movies.

- Here. You look cold.

Now, let's go bag

our limit of shriekers.

Come on!

Gotta be right around that bend.

Whoa!

- What the...

- Jeez, what are they doing?

I do not know.

- Let's tenderize 'em a little.

- I remember these babies.

Cover!

Aah!

Holy shee-it!

- He doesn't fool around.

- Burt is very, uh... committed.

Come on, come on!

Let's hit 'em!

Check it out!

Vaporized them!

I mean, there's nothin' left.

No, no, no, no.

We should see remains.

- They wouldn't just disintegrate!

- How do you know?

- I've blown them up before!

- Uh, hey...

It looks like

they shed some kind of husk...

or skin, like a snake.

I don't like that.

Maybe they went

back underground.

Let's just

go find my truck.

Aw, Burt!

I really liked that truck.

Aw, man. That's gotta hurt.

It was new, wasn't it?

At least it died for a good reason.

And my Grizzly Big Bore.

My sidearms.

- My ammo.

- Hey.

Something moved...

over behind the fence.

It's a... shrieker?

Not no more, it's not.

In Mexico and Argentina, we killed 'em

before they lived 12 hours.

This is what happens when you don't?

So, what, they just keep

mutating like a virus?

I have no idea!

Hey, look. That son of a gun's

got the same heat sensor.

Tracking us.

It's not smart

to track Burt.

What's it doing now?

- Hey!

- What the...

Point, shoot!

Come on! Point, shoot!

Ah, no!

Oh, my God.

I shouldn't have

taken that shot.

Shoulda shot sooner!

How could you know it was gonna

take off like a goddamn rocket?

Jack, give me your walkie.

Nancy, Mindy?

Burt here. Come back.

Yeah, Burt.

We're here.

Nancy, listen. They, uh...

They killed Miguel.

He's gone.

Oh! Oh, my God, no.

What, Miguel? No!

Nancy? Jodi here.

Listen, those shrieker things.

They can fly now.

So, get off the roof. You're not

safe up there anymore. Copy?

Hurry! Help!

Lock it! Lock it.

It's coming back!

What are you doing?

They can only see heat!

Help yourself!

I'm not dumb, ya know!

Come on,

into the meat locker!

Honey, I never thought you were dumb.

Ugh!

An egg. Graboid egg.

So it's a graboid, to a shrieker,

to one of these here new things,

and finally back

to a graboid.

It would make sense,

biologically.

I guess they developed

the ability to fly...

so they can carry the eggs

as far as possible.

Whoa! Whoa!

Well, look at that. Look at that

right there. Reacts with the air.

- Smells like a bad night of beans.

- Yeah.

Some high-octane

stomach acid he's got there.

Extremely reactive.

Almost like pure sodium.

Well, whatever it is, they work

it up there in their ass, see...

- Excuse me?

- No, no, no, no. That's how they blast off.

It's always something

new with these things.

- No. I got it! You're both empty.

- I got it!

- Empty?

- Already?

You fired ten, she fired four.

I'm empty too.

Oh, that's just great.

Great.

Look, my place is three miles away.

We just have to try to make it.

What, with these honkers

doing aerial recon?

- We have to conceal our body heat somehow.

- All right, it...

Uh, I can make

a dumb suggestion.

No! All I'm saying is,

we discovered 'em, right?

So, we should name 'em.

Let me think.

Okay.

"Blast-offers. "

Or... "butt-launchers. "

That's better, huh?

Oh! Oh!

"Ass-blasters!" How's that?

Sounds like

a porno film.

Listen!

Get down!

Get down!

He didn't see us!

We're okay.

- Lunch date?

- Damn! El Blanco.

- I'm sorry?

- White graboid.

- He's moving towards us.

- Oh, can't we get a break here?

Come on, come on.

This way.

Beneath this ridge is

a solid granite intrusion.

We'll follow it, but El Blanco

will have to go around.

- "Granite intrusion"?

- I've memorized the geology of most of the valley.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I been meanin' to do that.

Give me your weapons

and make yourselves at home.

I'll see if Nancy and Mindy got through

to the Air National Guard.

Whoa. Lots of choices.

Nancy, Mindy.

Burt here. Come back.

Burt calling

Nancy and Mindy. Copy?

You know those

supplies I bought?

How 'bout I let you

have 'em at cost?

Feeling guilty?

- Nancy, Mindy. Burt here. Come back.

- Yeah.

But mostly I'm gonna

need travelin' money.

Burt calling

Nancy and Mindy.

Copy?

You copy?

Burt here. Come back.

Nancy? Mindy?

Nancy? Mindy?

Talk to me. Burt here.

So, you'll be

leaving, huh?

Can't run a business

where your customers get eaten.

- Guess not.

- Nancy, Mindy, Burt here. Come back!

Damn it!

Hope they got out okay.

Our old friend El Blanco

is finally comin' this way.

Not to worry; our perimeter

is completely graboid-proof.

But is it

ass-blaster-proof?

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