Tremors II: Aftershocks Page #3

Precambrian.

Precambrian. That means

that this is the oldest

life form on the planet.

I mean other than one-celled

things. But look at that.

- Wait a minute.

Older than dinosaurs?

- Way.

So they're from earth,

right? Damn.

Yeah.

I always thought

they were from outer space.

Doesn't look like it.

Mira, mira!

El monstruo ms grande...

viene ac!

Look! Look at

the seismograph! Look!

El monstruo viene!

Es grande!

It ain't no graboid.

It's somethin'

more dangerous.

Monster H.Q., I presume.

Hey, Burt,

good to see you.

Earl, good to see you.

Uh, this is Kate,

uh, Pedro,

Hey, what's up?

Julio, and, uh...

The pleasure is mine.

Grady, Grady Hoover.

Yeah, I read all about you,

Mr... Mr. Gummer.

- Yeah, it's a real...

real honor.

- Yes.

Man, you think you got

a big enough truck here?

He the new guy?

So, did you get me one

of those seismo-monitors?

Hey, no problem.

What you got in this thing?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't touch.

Don't touch. Easy.

Mexican army gave me

this truck...

And a few little items

on my wish list.

Ho!

It's, uh, a bit much,

don't you think?

Maybe I'm wrong.

Hope I'm right.

Makes my home-made stuff

look like cherry bombs.

Thermite, C-4, TNT,

high-explosive... H.E.

Is there such thing

as "low-explosive"?

Well, y-yes,

son, there is.

I mean, the federales offer

you anything you want, and you

guys take one case of dynamite?

What the hell

is this thing for?

That, uh, might end up

in my collection.

Hey, got some, uh, new equipment

for you, gentlemen.

Your backup weapons.

Can you handle a firearm?

I'll check him out.

Shotguns?

We're not huntin'

rabbits down here, Burt.

Not shotguns.

Double rifles. Elephant guns.

Wesley-Richards 480,

375 H&H Mag.

Knockdown power

up the yin-yang.

Treat them well.

But hold 'em good 'n tight

to your shoulder, or they'll

break your collarbone.

So where's, uh, Mrs. Gummer?

She didn't want to come?

Uh, why don't you get this,

uh, stuff in our truck?

Sure, no problem.

Look, man, I... really want

to thank you for comin' down.

We're in pretty deep here.

Oh, forget it, Earl.

To tell you the truth, if I

didn't get out of that house,

I was gonna go crazy.

Heather's not comin' back.

No?

She called me and told me

to send her the H.K. -91.

Whew. Ouch.

Yep.

So.

Anyway, it'll be good to get

into somethin' constructive.

Oh, my.

What is this?

Grizzly single-shot

50-calibre B.M. G...

based on a World War I

antitank cartridge.

- Antitank?

- Had the bullets custom cast

from solid bronze.

Man, Burt, you put a whole new

shine on the word "overkill."

When you need it

and don't have it,

you sing a different tune.

Well, this is it, Burt.

Okay.

I'll patrol east.

You take the west.

You know, those are

terrible for you.

You need complex carbohydrates.

Lower those L.D.L.s.

I gave up smoking, Burt.

What more do you want?

- Have an M.R.E.

- A what?

Meals Ready to Eat.

Freeze-dried, foil sealed.

It's got to be foil. Plastic

is not an oxygen barrier.

Includes entre,

cracker pack, cheese spread,

mixed fruit, beverage powder,

spoon, coffee,

cream substitute, candy, salt,

matches, toilet tissue.

Shelf life of ten years.

Here, take a few.

Buy 'em all the time.

Saves trips to the supermarket.

Oh, no, Burt.

We don't want to use up

all your food.

No problem.

Brought 120 pounds of it.

Good luck, compadres.

Oh, man, this stuff

tastes like toilet paper.

Earl, that is

the toilet paper.

14 May.

1500 hours.

I have a confirmed

graboid reading.

I'm now employing the technique

pioneered by Earl Basset...

to make my first kill.

Subject has taken

the bait.

Preparing to fire.

Yes!

Memo:

Four pounds of C-4

may be a little...

excessive.

Yo, Grady and Earl.

I got one. Over.

Yeah, we know, Burt.

We heard it clear over here.

Damnedest thing. It had a big

chain hangin' out of its mouth.

Damn it. Burt, you skunk,

that one was ours.

Oh, yeah, son? I didn't see

your name on it. Over and out.

Why did we

invite him, anyway?

Hey, pay attention.

Whoa.

We got one.

Wait a minute.

It's movin' away from us.

It must be

somethin' else.

Like what,

a giant prairie dog?

Well, sh*t, I don't know, Earl.

It's movin' away from us.

Should we follow it?

What the hell is

the matter with him?

We're makin'

plenty of noise.

I don't like it, Grady.

They're gettin' smarter.

That's what they do.

They got some kinda

plan goin' here.

I tell ya, these boys

are up to somethin' new.

They're diggin'

a trap for us, or...

playin' possum,

Or somethin'.

Holy Mother!

Oh, man, oh, man!

Sh*t! Sh*t, how

could I do that?

I gotta get

to Burt's gun!

Whoa.

- Where is he?

Should be all over us.

- I don't know.

- What is that?

Can they do that?

- Shh.

That's a new one on me.

Jesus, Grady, what are you

doin'? Get off the ground!

I know, I know.

I got an idea. Trust me.

Damn it, Grady,

come on back.

He's still there.

What the hell's

it doing?

I have no idea.

Something's wrong

with him.

Must be sick.

Probably ate somebody

that didn't agree with it.

Jesus, Grady!

It's okay, Earl.

He's not goin' anywhere.

Hey!

We just caught ourselves

a live one.

That's $100,000, Earl.

Oh, yes!

Oh, yeah?

What're you gonna do,

carry him back?

We just wrecked

the truck.

Oh, yeah.

Hello, this is Earl

to anybody.

Anybody there?

Hey, Earl, it's Kate.

How're you guys doin'?

Well, uh...

we kinda wrecked our truck

a little bit.

What?

A-Are you okay?

We're fine. We're gonna need

somebody to come fetch us.

Let me talk to her.

Would you tell Pedro to bring

that big truck of his out here?

It's got a crane on it,

doesn't it?

Yeah.

It's going to

take him hours.

Tell him to bring it

because...

- We're gonna winch that slinky

off to Monster World.

- Get off the damn ground!

I'm off; I'm off.

Jesus!

Damn it, he got

himself another one.

The man never sleeps.

Guys, Burt here, doin'

a little night fishing.

Got three of 'em

on a cluster charge. I'd say

we're about even now. Over.

Come on, Burt.

This isn't a competition.

Who's competing?

I'm just saying the score's

tied, that's all. Over.

Well, son, no it isn't,

'cause we just caught

ourselves a live one.

A live one? How in the...

That's a trade secret.

Happy huntin', Burt.

I'll bet that burned

his skinny ass.

God Almighty!

Somethin's wrong

with our worm, Earl.

Well, what do you want

me to do about it?

Maybe somethin's tryin'

to eat it out there...

coyotes or somethin'.

They'll have plenty to eat.

Come on, Earl. We have got

to protect our investment.

We can't just sit here.

Jesus, listen to it!

Poor thing. I mean,

don't you just feel

a little sorry for him?

No.

That's cold, Earl.

Where's that Pedro

and that damn truck?

Something ate it!

In two minutes?

Well, somethin'

happened to it, 'cause

there is nothin' left inside.

Something came out of it.

What do you mean,

something came out of it?

It did that thing that things do

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