Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #3

And he back on that bicycle.

Mrs. Lord, I should like to apologize.

The truth is,

my coin, watch and cufflinks

are all I own in the world.

I beg your pardon?

My father, in his final demented days,

sold all his holdings and invested

everything, the entire family fortune,

in a certain silver mine.

I see.

I was rude earlier. I apologize.

Once I get the mine running,

I'll pay my bill in full

and be on the first stage out of here.

As Old Fred would say,

that's a real gullywasher.

Don't look at me.

I had nothing to do with it.

I hope Old Fred made it

to the muling station before this hit.

Yesterday a desert, today a monsoon.

Once I reopen the mine,

the whole town will prosper.

You'll be able to afford

whatever your hearts desire.

And what is it that your heart desires,

Mr. Gummer?

To return to the life I had.

To wake up every morning and wonder

"What will I spend my money on today?"

I'd venture it matters not how you spend

your money, but how you spend your life.

- Mr. Gummer?

- Don't interrupt your elders.

Never you mind, Miss Lord.

I'll amend my misspent life

when the Grim Reaper comes calling.

I recommend that

you keep that hog leg skinned,

unless you got a desire to be

jumpin' over hot coals in hell.

And who might you be, sir?

- Kelly.

- "Black Hand" Kelly?

I'm lookin' for Hiram Gummer.

That would be me.

- You posted yourself an advertisement?

- I did. Yes, I did.

So who do you want me to kill?

That Injun over there?

No, no, no, no.

It's not so much a "who" as a "what".

They spring from the ground like, uh...

like some demonic trout.

We call them "dirt dragons".

This stuff sure must be

a whole lot stronger than it tastes.

We're well aware that it sounds fantastic,

but we can assure you it's all quite true.

- They're ferocious and fast.

- It takes real backbone to face 'em down.

Amigo, I like to fight with rattlesnakes

just for the fun of it,

and I give 'em first bite to boot.

Hyperbole aside,

you are accurate with a firearm?

- Questioning my abilities, sir?

- As an astute businessman, I'm simply...

Hey, boy!

- Toss me one of them apples over here.

- See, I knew it. Shoot inside house.

- Throw it high?

- No, no, no.

- You throw it right straight at me.

- OK.

- You ready?

- Anytime.

- What?

- We thought you shoot apple.

Obviously we were expecting

to see a demonstration of...

You're hired.

- In China, no one shoots in wall.

- In China, no one has gun.

Before I sign up for anything, talk to me

about that "salary negotiable" part.

Do you like silver, Mr. Kelly?

I reckon I do.

Upon dispatching all the

aforementioned creatures,

and upon the reopening of the mine,

you'll be paid in silver.

Say, um... as much as you can carry

on a strong horse?

Well, now, I just bet that you could

charm a cow right out of her calf

with those fancy words.

But now, for myself, I sorta need

a little something up front.

We don't have any money.

Ah, well.

Thank you for your time.

Double eagle.

A down payment.

Tell you what. You throw in

them there cufflinks and, uh...

you got yourself a deal.

This is one sorry collection

of lead pushers you got here.

I'm not running a gun store, Mr. Kelly.

Juan, you take this here big old 45-70.

Hiram, pick yourself out

something that feels right in your hand.

And you give us all these

blue whistlers that you got.

Juan.

- Take this.

- Oh, pero no. I still can't afford it.

No credit. It's a gift.

Gracias.

What?

No one goes without a hat in China.

OK, boys, let's jingle some spurs.

No. No. No spurs.

In fact, no jingling of any kind.

I tell you, these things are attracted

by the slightest noise.

They could leap from the ground

at any moment.

Juan killed one right here.

Shh, shh, shh.

Cudate, seor.

There ain't nothin' here neither.

Maybe they gone deaf.

Or maybe you two boys

are playing me for the fool.

After what I paid you?

- We will just have to keep looking.

- Juan, if you please, some help.

Gummer, dag nab it,

ain't you got no pride?

Get up on the horse by yourself!

Should I ever again require horsemanship,

I will engage a tutor.

Well, I'll tell you one thing. I ain't got

your book-learning, but I know this:

Being full-growed don't make you a man.

Look, look, look, look.

Here, here.

They appear to be... shells. Eggs.

Well, if that's what they are...

then they came out of one big chicken.

Or maybe you two aren't as crazy

as I've been thinking.

This is where we pipe

the hot spring from the mine.

The water cut through the dirt, you see?

And the eggs fell out.

Perhaps the warm water hatched them.

Juan, this tells us how many there are.

There are four. And I killed one already.

- Three left.

- But where could they have gone?

Well, we're just gonna keep on ridin'

till we find them,

cos I'm gettin' awful anxious

to unravel me some cartridges.

We piped that hot water out

only six months ago.

Then those creatures

grew large quite quickly.

That's a part of one of them.

These scaly things were on their backs.

Yeah? Well...

Maybe one of them there "things" died.

Or maybe... maybe he shed his skin,

like a snake.

Who is that?

It's Old Fred. At least, that's his wagon.

Good Lord.

This does not bode well.

Now, that is one

catawampussly chawed-up rig.

As I keep say... saying,

these things are not to be trifled with.

Old Fred?

Old Fred?

Old Fred?

Maybe we should have made it longer.

Well, I'm not totin' no more rocks.

- We should say something.

- I didn't even know the man.

Take off your hat.

Fred was an old man.

That is why we called him Old Fred.

He drove the freight.

He had bad breath.

But I don't want to say that.

All right. All right.

"Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

Nor the furious winter's rages."

"Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages."

Cymbeline. Act four, scene two.

We'd best get going.

- Wait. Let's make camp here.

- No, we'll go to the ridge.

Camp on solid rock.

As we have every night.

Oh, no. That is three miles back there.

That's hard country.

If you think I'd risk

sleeping on the naked earth...

We could go down to the muling station.

Down the canyon.

- Is it safe?

- Yes.

There are thick beams on the floor for the

wagons. The dragons can't break through.

- Might there be someone here?

- No.

They stopped the supply wagons

now that...

Now that the mine is closed.

The bitter refrain of my life, it seems.

We must secure these horses with

certainty. The last time, they got away.

You just make sure

that gate is tied up tight.

Mr. Kelly!

You can't see the door

if you're facing this direction.

Always be prepared.

Aaargh! Slvame, Dios!

What in God's name?

- So was that them?

- No.

No.

Something new.

You said to pick one

I was comfortable with.

You're right. I did say that.

What in Sam Hill is that smell?

It's them. That's the smell.

Remember, seor?

But they've changed so.

Become long and thin.

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