Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #4

There's six of them,

or even nine.

We'd better bring the horses inside.

Chingada!

They're gone! Again!

We can't go on foot.

They'll get us for sure.

All right. All right.

That means we have to

stand our ground here.

Hiram, it's about time you learned

how to use a real piece.

That's your job.

If I need a gun fired, I hire a gunman.

If you want to bed down

with a real pretty woman,

I s'pose you just

hire somebody to do that too.

Spare me your tiresome analogies.

Hiram.

Now, I said this once,

and I'm gonna say it one more time.

There are some things a man has to do for

himself, and right now shootin' is one.

And give me that stupid hideout piece.

It ain't gonna do you no good now.

OK, Juan, you keep your eye peeled

for them there snake things.

Pay attention, Hiram.

Now, this is a single-action Colt Army.

This is the finest wheel gun ever made.

Don't be holdin' it like it's some skunk.

Now, it's an extension of your hand, OK?

It's part of you.

- And take a stance, like you mean it.

- Mean what?

Like you mean that every last lead plum

that comes out of that barrel

is gonna kill whatever you aim at.

OK. OK. Take yourself a shot

at that can over there by the window.

You line up this blade with this notch

then you just squeeze the trigger.

You don't jerk it.

It's all right. They cannot

break through the floor beams.

Now, you just relax, you just let your eyes,

your brain, your hand, your trigger finger,

all becomes one.

It's all right.

You got consistency now.

- This is a waste of time!

- What do you expect?

You wanna learn in 20 minutes

what took me 20 years?

They cannot break through the floor,

so they are tearing it apart.

How could a snake be so strong?

- Look at that. They decoyed us.

- Good Lord. How smart are they?

Est malo. We're gonna have

nothing left to stand on.

- Telegraph?

- It is no good for us.

- We don't know the clicking code.

- Click anything. Someone will hear us.

I don't know what it is.

It's not Morse.

It's been going on

for more than an hour?

Maybe a tree is touching the wire.

That happened before.

This is different.

The telegrapher at Carson City wouldn't

allow foolishness with his equipment.

- Maybe not Carson City.

- Not Carson City? Where else?

This is from Carson City.

Where's that one from?

This is from the muling station. It must be

Mr. Gummer. He's the only one out there.

- When will Tecopa and Pyong be back?

- One, two days.

Gone upcountry. Getting firewood.

All right then. I'll go myself.

Must you tap so loudly?

Let your lead fly, man!

What the hell are we up against?

They... they grew.

Those snakes are not snakes.

They are tongues. Three tongues!

- Each creature has three tongues.

- And we saw nine before.

- So there's still only three animals.

- That's supposed to make me feel better?

Good God, man, those things are

the size of eight-mule freight wagons!

- Well, shoot them, like you're hired to do!

- You got to know your enemy, Hiram!

I oughta be totin' some eight-bore

firin' solid shot.

Or some damn punt gun.

Not these weapons I got.

All right. All right.

I tell ya what we're gonna do.

We're gonna... we're gonna...

We're gonna hold our fire

till they come after us.

And then... and then we're gonna go

toe to toe, point blank, full bore,

throw all the lead we got at 'em.

And then maybe we'll get a... a lucky hit.

A brain shot or something.

- There is not much floor left.

- They'll be makin' their move anytime.

Get ready.

This may be it.

Now what are they up to?

Oh, no!

Mr. Kelly!

Eat this!

I'm out! I'm out!

Christine is coming, Seor Gummer!

Christine! Over here!

Just drive the wagon!

- Where's Mr. Kelly?

- Dead. Go on! Go on! Go!

Well done, Mrs. Lord!

Are they following us?

I can't tell.

Yes, they are following us.

Faster!

- They're at their limit. Hyah! Come on!

- We shall see.

They're enormous. Ravenous.

"Spirit demons from dark places,

eating souls that live in the light."

Part of our legend.

We put bullet after bullet into them.

It didn't even slow them down.

Will they come here? To our town?

They'd have to get through the pass.

Lots of rocks. Maybe they cannot do it.

It hardly matters.

The mine will remain unapproachable.

So what is your intention?

My intention is to leave this godforsaken

place, as should all of you.

But the mine...

Are you listening?

The mine is lost. Forget the mine.

Go on with your lives as if it never existed.

Start your lives over, just as I will have to.

No stupid animal

is going to make me leave my land.

I'll go to Carson City,

get some blasting powder.

Juan, we were lucky. Dumb lucky.

If a man like Black Hand Kelly is no match

for them, what chance do we have?

Pyong, why would you stay? Take

Fu Yien and the missis back to China.

Lu Wan forgets.

China not perfect. No place perfect.

We will not leave our new home.

I'll send for my belongings, and see that

the horse and equipment are returned.

That won't be necessary.

You can keep the horse,

and the saddle and the rifle

and the knife.

In trade for ownership of the mine.

- You can't be serious.

- It's the best offer you're gonna get.

When I reach Philadelphia, I intend

to sell that mine for at least $50,000.

You will be preceded by a telegram

to the newspapers

describing in detail the creatures plaguing

the mine, and why it is unworkable.

That's blackmail.

You wouldn't betray me like that.

We voted.

Four to one in favor

of doing exactly that.

At least one of you

has some sense of ethics.

I voted to drop you off a cliff.

Stay with us, Hiram. Stay and fight.

You're wasting your lives.

You can have the cursed mine.

Whoa. Whoa.

Mr. Gummer, please don't leave us.

Fu...

Fu Yien, I can't help you.

Madre de Dios. Hyah! Hyah!

We were wrong. They're coming.

The dirt dragons, they got through

the upper valley pass.

I don't know when,

but they are definitely coming.

Maybe they not find us, keep going south.

No, no, no, no. They hunt by sound.

We are the only thing making noise

between here and Carson City.

What do the sticks say?

"Expect a ferocious arrival."

Well, this is it, then.

The end of Rejection.

One ticket for your next train

to Philadelphia. Sleeping car.

- One way.

- Yes, sir.

Fools.

- I beg your pardon?

- The people up in Rejection.

Funnier than a dancing bear, eh?

Here's one they sent yesterday.

"Giant worms have left upper valley."

- "May find town."

- May I?

"Need immediate help."

"Giant worms."

One ticket.

Sir? Your ticket?

I was thinkin' I could make a sled for it.

We could pull it behind the last wagon.

There's no room.

Time to let it go.

Juan, where will you go?

There is a new strike down near Tonopah.

I'm thinking of heading that way.

Where will we go?

- We are going to San Francisco.

- And then back to China.

All our money is put in the store,

and now it's all gone.

And you are not going to work on

the railroad like momma and poppa.

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