Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #2

No, indeed, um...

Thank you, son. Thank you.

You really think

he is "great conqueror"?

Only if he rides a camel

better than he rides a horse.

Let's not judge yet, Tecopa.

He's the only chance we have.

Howdy, gents.

- This is our army?

- These are the only ones willing to go.

All the better.

No need to waste my money on cowards.

Men, this is the patrn,

Mr. Hiram Gummer.

These are the Walter brothers,

Brick and Stony.

- This is Big Horse Johnson.

- Mr. Johnson.

And this is Soggy.

Soggy?

Indeed.

Well, in you go.

- And what?

- And report back to me.

Oh, very well.

As none of you possess

sufficient leadership skills,

I shall supervise the endeavor myself.

Juan?

Vmonos.

- Wait.

- That was our foreman.

My hat.

Urgh.

Here. He ain't gonna need it.

Try it on.

Thank you,jefe.

Oh, my.

This is the end of the mine,

where Victor was.

Well, we're still alive.

Whatever attacked you,

it would seem to be gone.

Gentlemen,

I declare this mine perfectly safe.

Dang right.

Ain't nothin' in there but ghosts.

You don't need to pay them no wages.

I pray that we are correct.

Well, sun's gettin' low.

Might as well set up camp.

We can't camp here.

I need trees.

It's better for the posture.

Oh, damn.

You gonna start torturing that thing?

Helps me sleep.

- And the horses like it too.

- Well, go play it for them.

Ain't my fault you lack a musical ear.

How soon do you think

you can reopen the mine?

Posthaste. The sooner the better.

Good.

Because I need to keep working

if I don't want to lose my ranch.

I thought you were a miner.

Well, I am a miner, but my father always

dreamed of having a ranch for us one day.

And?

He was killed in a cave-in

when I was a boy.

My mother, she moved us

from mining camp to mining camp.

They always need a woman

to do the laundry and the cooking.

I've been without my cook for weeks.

You always had everything, didn't you?

Several of everything.

I'd just like to get one of something.

What on earth?

Aw, damn.

We'll be hours finding them horses.

Soggy, you sorry sack!

- I'm gonna pound you blue!

- Easy, everybody.

You pound 'im, Brick!

Aw, he's always fartin' around.

Where the hell are you?

It won't do you no good hidin'!

Cllate!

You hear that?

Soggy!

The longer I look, the madder I get!

Aaargh!

- Good Lord! What the?

- Tarnation!

Brick? You all right?

Stony, don't you go

shooting blind out there!

Brick!

Well, where is he?

Don't know. He ain't out there.

Who's there?

Who's over there?

We've got guns over here.

Wh... wh...

What in God's name?

You gotta shoot faster! Kill them, man!

- We gotta get up somewhere!

- Where?

Over on that rock!

Seor Gummer!

Over here on the rock! On the rock!

Big Horse! Over here!

You gotta get off the ground!

Big Horse! Here!

- No! Big Horse, you can't shoot it!

- This way, man! Quickly!

Get on the rock!

Good heavens.

What a dreadful odor.

I smelled it in the mine.

It was them.

They came up through the soft dirt.

At least it can't penetrate rock.

It has no eyes.

How did they find us?

It's the sound. Every time

we made a sound. Even your teapot.

That's how they hunt.

We can't just stay here.

These foothills are made of rock. We can

walk on them all the way to Rejection.

- Walk?

- Well, unless you can fly.

Tecopa, what are you doing?

Diggin' a spot for a flagpole.

A flagpole? Does it concern you

that Nevada hasn't yet adopted a flag?

We will one day. I'll be ready.

They're back! They're back!

It's Juan and Mr. Gummer! They're back!

I'd have walked twice that far to get away.

Those are the most savagerous beasts

I've ever seen.

Well, didn't you let loose?

Let fly? Barrels blazing?

Old Fred, you don't understand.

When they're not underground,

they're... flying. Very fast.

- Dragons. Dirt dragons.

- We never had them in China.

Big Horse, Juan -

they tried to shoot them but couldn't.

You'd have to be

an unparalleled shootist.

But wait, that's it. A telegram.

We must send a telegram immediately.

Let me do it. I know how.

Here.

"Wanted - gunfighter."

"Town of Rejection, Nevada,

seeks experienced quick-draw artist,

calm in face of danger."

"Salary negotiable."

Send that to the Territorial Enterprise,

the Denver Post and the Wichita Eagle.

- You're going to hire a gunfighter?

- I think that is a good idea.

But is it wise?

A gunfighter's usually mean, wild...

Drink, shoot inside house...

- But we need someone with fortitude.

- Someone with a little fan in their craw.

Exactly. Someone who is

proficient with firearms who can...

Shoot the nuts off a squirrel

at a hundred paces.

- Thank you.

- Someone like Doc Holliday.

- Except one that ain't dead.

- Doc Holliday's dead?

OK, it's done.

Now we wait.

- Handsome, no?

- Oh, very.

It's me.

Very few men have statues of themselves.

A cigar-store Indian?

Oh, a salesman gave that to me

when he couldn't pay his bill.

Well, it could be me.

- Mr. Gummer, I fixed your wheel.

- Impossible, it's a complete loss.

Nope.

Well, I... My, my, that's...

Remarkable. Um... Thank you.

Thank you very much.

That'll be five dollars, please.

Now listen here. No workman

would dare ask more than two bits.

I'm the only wheel-fixer in town.

No one else till Carson City.

- But that's highway robbery.

- A word of advice, Mr. Gummer.

Anyone can be taken advantage of.

And if you can, do.

Fu Yien, I'm a trifle short of cash

at present. May we barter instead?

For services rendered,

you may have the bicycle.

It's yours.

I'm becoming quite the expert horseman.

Dandy, Mr. Gummer!

There you go.

No, um...

Oh, here, here, here, here.

I'll steady you. Get your balance.

Now, when I push, press the pedals

and keep the front wheel straight. Ready?

Off you go.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

How long is this bedlam to last?

Oh, a few more days.

We're deepening our well.

We're quite proud of our engine. It's going

to run our electric lights one day.

- If you can abide the racket.

- The work would go faster if you'd help.

A man of my means

doesn't engage in physical labor.

Which brings us...

to your bill.

- You're running a tab.

- I didn't agree to that.

Mrs. Lord, in any civilized place

my name alone is quite sufficient.

Well, out here in the rough-and-tumble

West, we tend to use cash.

That is a twenty-dollar gold piece

on your watch fob, isn't it?

And the watch itself is gold, of course?

And the cufflinks? Genuine diamonds?

Are you proposing that I barter with you

as I would a street vendor in Calcutta?

Don't be absurd.

You will run a proper tab

until this pathetic town has a proper bank

to which I can wire funds.

Here, now. What is going on?

Why aren't you riding that wheel?

No time. I'm working.

You men will take forever.

Using a boy to do a man's work?

Very narrow down there.

He's the only one

small enough to widen it.

The moment it is wide enough, I expect

to see one of you down there in his place.

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