Tremors 3: Back to Perfection Page #7

Sh-sh-sh-sh!

Get down! Stay down!

Stay down! No, no! I got an idea.

Light the arrow and we'll shoot it

through the other skylight.

Stay down, Burt. Stay down!

- Now what?

- Spread your legs.

Excuse me?

Oh, I get it. Okay.

Okay.

Don't blame me

if I miss...

- 'cause I haven't had...

- Aim and shoot!

Okay, okay!

Ooh!

- What the hell'd you do?

- I shot him.

- Burt?

- Burt!

We should go hunting sometime.

Uh-oh.

Here ya go.

Here ya go.

Oh, I think

he looks pissed!

Pissed but dumb.

No sitting duck, huh, Burt?

Never assume anything.

She's ready.

And stand by to fire

at my command.

Light me!

- No way!

- I knew it!

Sons of b*tches are

always on a learning curve.

Load. Load!

Incoming!

Lighter.

I need a lighter.

Go, into the back room!

Now!

- Get in here!

- Oh, my...

Go, go, go, go!

Get in here, Burt!

- Yuck.

- Oh, jeez.

23 hours, 59 minutes.

Mission completed.

Damn it! How the hell does he

always know where I am?

The watch.

The ultrasonic signal.

- Burt! Are you okay?

- I'm caught.

Oh, Burt, it's comin'!

Get rid of the watch!

- You're crazy. Get out of here!

- Shh! Shh! Shh!

El Blanco, you want it?

Come get it, dude!

Here you go, buddy!

My Leatherman.

My tool! My pocket!

Here you go,

little buddy, now!

Right side, bottom row,

third pocket.

Now, cut the springs

where my vest is snagged!

How the hell do you open this thing?

- Ohh!

- What is that?

All right...

- Come on.

- Jodi, hurry it up!

I'm workin' on it!

- Get outta here. Go on!

- Shut up, Burt!

Go on!

God Almighty!

Wow!

Good throw!

Hey, I used to pitch

a little single "A" ball,

till the old rotator cuff

started acting up.

Uh, on the off-chance that

Blanco's comin' back for seconds,

want to get me off this thing?

Yes. Could you hold on

for just a minute?

They matched your offer.

Well, I'm sorry. This is the world's

only living ass-blaster.

- And I have a daughter to put through school here.

- I want a car.

Come on!

Could you hold a minute?

The Vegas guys

went even higher.

Should we do it?

Siegfried, Roy...

he's all yours.

Make sure you stay

behind the ropes.

- Hey!

- Hey.

Hittin' the road,

DesertJack?

Well, more like,

uh, "Car Wash Jack. "

I landed a job managing

that place down in Bixby.

The universe provides.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

So, I guess

you'll be sticking around.

Yeah.

Yeah, I like the area.

Has a lot to offer.

Hey, listen, I'm, uh,

breakin' in my new rear axle.

You want to...

go for a little ride?

Oh, I'm-I'm restocking.

Nice clouds out there.

I can see

the clouds from here.

Yeah, but these...

See, these are the good ones.

Well, um...

Mindy?

Can you watch the store?

It figures.

Older women.

Buenos tardes,

Senor Blanco.

That's it, just...

just follow the car.

Burt!

Hey, nice wheels.

I've been expecting you,

Melvin.

You are one persistent

little money-grubber.

Come on, Burt. Look around, man.

There's nothin' here.

I want to turn this into something.

I'm going to build homes for families.

The smart thing for you to do,

Burt, is cash in right now.

- You might want to join me, Melvin.

- Why?

It's safer up here.

Jesus Christ, Burt!

I thought you killed all those things.

- I never said that.

- God, man, kill it! Blow it up!

- What are you waiting for, Burt?

- Thing is,

as long as one of these reptilians

is still alive,

this whole area

is deemed protected.

You know, pursuant

to section 1472...

of the Endangered Species Act?

In other words,

no houses,

no condos, no ranchettes.

You're crazy! Okay, these things,

man, they're gonna...

They're gonna eat you, Burt.

They're gonna get all of you.

We got new geophones,

graboid barriers, blanket protection.

The whole town agrees. Between you and

El Blanco, they'll take him every time.

Adios, Melvin!

Burt! Hey!

Oh, Burt! Burt!

Burt! You a**hole!

You damn son of a b*tch!

God! I hate you!

I hate your guns!

You sorry, sick...

paranoid, right-wing...

redneck psycho!

Sh*t-kicker!

God damn you, Burt!

And I hate that hat!

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