Tremors 4: The Legend Begins

Awful soft dirt in here.

Make sure you shore it up good.

It's like working inside a cow down here.

Una vaca plata

that is going to pay off my ranch.

Your ranch.

It's like a woman.

It's all you ever talk about.

Meanwhile, she's taking all your money.

And you, you spend

all of your money on whiskey.

But you're going to miss me soon.

Victor?

Victor?

Jefe. Jefe.

Jefe, Victor is gone.

- What do you mean, "gone"?

- We were working the face.

I know he couldn't have got past me.

But now he's just gone.

Jefe! Jefe!

Aaaaargh!

Dammit.

Juan! Where are ya?

So many people leaving.

Is everyone rejecting us?

No, Fu Yien. They are leaving

because the mine is closed.

Maybe we need a different name.

- Perhaps it was not the best choice, huh?

- Maybe not.

Son...

Juan Pedilla, you've been looking at

that hat for a month. Buy it or don't buy it.

No, no. I can't afford it.

You take it on credit. Pay us later.

No credit!

Stan Kelton is leaving.

Loading up his wagon.

Stan too? Now we're a town

without a blacksmith.

It'll end up as a ghost town

if that mine doesn't reopen.

If everybody leaves,

who will buy our things?

No one.

And we'll go back to China.

Only way you going back to China

is if you learn how to swim.

What does I Ching say?

"Expect arrival of great conqueror."

The mine will not stay closed. That ore is

turning out a hundred ounces to the ton.

- Two hundred, my friend.

- Two hundred?

Well, nobody's walking away

from riches like that.

Nobody.

Well, if you saw what I saw,

you might walk away.

You never really told us what you saw.

I saw nothing.

But the nothing, it was worse

than anything I have ever seen.

You're not thinking of pulling out too?

No, I cannot do that.

- I would lose everything, like you.

- Like all of us.

Listen. It's about the mine.

The owner of the mine is coming.

All the way from Philadelphia.

He say "Low profit

from mine unacceptable."

"Proceeding with all dispatch."

"Will take matters into hand personally.

Signed, Hiram Gummer."

That's a real two-dollar name.

I'll wager he gets this thing solved faster

than a bee with a horse on its tail. Betcha.

The stage is coming! It's coming!

Tecopa! Miss Christine!

The stage, it's coming!

- What do you think he looks like?

- He's probably fat.

Rich people are always fat.

Oh, my word.

- Anybody in there?

- It's full of luggage.

- It's about time.

- Indeed it is.

- Let me in.

- Can't wait to leave this place.

No one got out.

Mr. Hiram Gummer?

I am he.

I am Tsang Pyong Lien.

Pyong Chang.

This is my market.

- You're not very fat.

- Quiet!

Whooee.

You must have enough money

to burn a wet mule, huh?

Mr. Gummer, I'm Christine Lord.

Proprietress of the local hotel.

You're lovelier than Fifth Avenue in spring.

- Welcome to Rejection.

- Aptly named, it would seem.

I'm here to see Andrew Beckwith. I've sent

him three communiqus, all unanswered.

- I want to speak to him forthwith.

- That might prove difficult.

- Why? Where is he?

- On that. The last stage out of here.

Wh?

- That's just dandy. The last?

- Too few passengers.

The mine closed several weeks ago.

That is why you're here, isn't it?

Closed? The mine closed? I feel I've not

been privy to most needful information.

You don't know

what happens at the mine?

17 miners were killed in one day.

The workers abandoned it.

17? What on earth happened?

- No one knows.

- Must you speak in riddles?

- The only one who knows is Juan Pedilla.

- Then I must see him straightaway.

Well, he's out riding his land.

We expect him back shortly. Please.

You must be tired from your traveling.

Let me show you to the hotel.

Oh, very well.

Come, I'll need assistance with my kit.

This is our bank. Closed, of course.

Our blacksmith, also closed.

- And our post office.

- Closed.

- Of course.

- Quite the bustling metropolis.

- "Great conqueror".

- And this is my hotel. Welcome.

Right this way.

An impressive arsenal.

Are you a collector?

The miners came west to strike it rich.

When it came time to settle their bills,

many of them had only their firearms left.

- Now I collect payments daily.

- Nonsense. Just keep a running tab.

Your man is rather impudent.

Tecopa is not my "man". He is my friend.

But this is a tent.

Yes. You're observant.

Which would you like?

This one right here.

Dandy.

What time will luncheon be served?

Well, since the mine has closed

the supply wagons have stopped,

so our menu's a bit limited.

I could fix you a pot of beans.

Nonsense. Surely you have flour,

molasses and ginger?

I should like a gingerbread cake.

Yes, that should do nicely.

You want me to strangle him?

No, we need him.

Delightful music and a passable meal.

Which I should like to end with an aperitif.

Wouldn't we all?

Fu Yien, would you like

that last piece of gingerbread?

Yes.

Then go to my small carpet bag, the blue

one, and fetch my bottle of peach brandy.

Yes, sir.

- What happened to the gingerbread?

- I ate it, of course.

- But you said I could...

- A word of advice, young man.

Anyone can be taken advantage of,

and if you can, do.

That is terrible advice to give a child.

The boy must learn

the ways of the world.

I assure you, he knows them.

- Juan's here. He's over at the store.

- "Juan"?

Juan Pedilla, the miner.

Oh. Yes, yes.

No, no, no, no.

The mine is not played out. Not at all.

There's plenty more silver in there.

It's just no one wants to go in and get it.

Seven more men go up since accident.

None come back.

My ancestors talked of spirit beasts

that live inside those mountains.

"Spirit beasts"?

Beasts from the underworld.

Blind to all but killing.

Have you all taken leave of your senses?

Juan, gather up the remaining miners,

hunt down whatever is doing this...

And fill 'em full of more holes

than a cabbage leaf in a hailstorm.

Precisely.

Seor Gummer, there are some miners

camped north of town. I can talk to them.

But they are not going to go back unless

you pay them. Maybe even double wages.

- Pay them? To earn their own jobs back?

- I'm just telling you, they are scared.

Very well. To ensure my resources are not

squandered by this cabal of hooligans,

I shall accompany you myself,

first thing in the morning.

Now you're talking. What kind of gun

did you bring? Betcha it's big and fancy.

I don't own a firearm.

Yes?

This is the Wild West, Mr. Gummer.

You don't read the dime novels?

You see a bad guy,

you gotta smoke him up.

Seor Gummer, your horse is ready.

Seor Gummer...

Morning.

Seor, it is a hard day's ride

over very rough country. Uh...

This is the cross-country model.

The horse can carry my kit. Off we go!

Deplorable road conditions.

Um...

No, no, I'd like some, uh...

Maybe just... Thank you.

Ah, very good.

I haven't been on a horse since I...

since my sixth birthday party.

No, actually, that was a camel.

- Mr. Gummer?

- Yes?

- This is for you.

- I beg your pardon?

This is the Wild West. Never go unarmed.

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