Tremors II: Aftershocks Page #5

they tore up the cars...

because the engines were hot.

They thought it was food.

And the same thing

with the radio tower.

That electronic gear

puts off all kinds of heat.

So basically, they bite

anything that's warm.

They been actin' so smart

'cause they're so stupid?

Now, that's not warm.

How does he know to eat that?

Well, it tastes it

with its tongue.

See how he's draggin'

his tongue all over.

Touches anything

he likes, uh,

he eats it.

How much can he eat?

Those M.R.E. S aren't cheap,

you know.

Looks like he's had enough.

You're feeding it too much!

You made it sick.

Give me a break.

Probably your nasty food

made it sick.

Oh, good God!

Hermaphrodites.

They reproduce

without having sex.

I claim the little one.

Hey, it was my food!

Whenever one of them gets

enough food, they just bla-a-ah,

and there's another one.

Then one makes two,

two makes four,

four makes eight...

It's exponential.

Well, uh, hell.

That gives 'em quite an edge.

You never see this

in higher animals. Ever!

It's astounding.

Don't you guys get it?

Oh, we get it.

We just don't want it.

The little one's

getting big already.

Uh, I think we better

think about leaving.

These guys have taken

a completely different

evolutionary path.

They got into your damn

super-food, Burt!

Go! Go!

Yeah! Yeah!

The warehouse! We

gotta close the warehouse!

Oh! Oh!

This way!

Grady! No!

No! Not that way!

Grady!

Grady, damn it!

All right! All right!

This isn't gonna work.

Sh*t!

They stopped.

They're just milling around.

Looks like they

lost track of us.

That's not gonna last.

We're like

sittin' ducks here!

Well, it looked like

a goddam building!

Why didn't you listen to me?

These little snappers

are blind and deaf.

We've gotta

be able to beat them.

I told ya,

they can't see us.

Great, now what?

Now, move with me.

Move?

It's gonna work, damn it.

Now move! And step, and step,

and step and step...

I don't know how you

come up with this sh*t.

I think on my feet.

Come on! It's working.

Comin' at ya.

Okay. All right.

And down.

So...

where are we going?

Are there

any more cars left?

Um, uh, yeah.

One. Julio's.

It's by the storage tank.

- Which way?

- Left. Move left.

Okay. Ready and moving left,

and step, and step, and step,

and step and step.

Okay, it's

not much further.

Oh!

There's one

of them out there!

Oh, sh*t!

Did it see you?

Well, if it had, I think

we'd be hearing about it by now.

How far is it?

Uh, uh, 100 yards about.

That's a heck of a shot.

Uh-huh.

Whoa! You got

only one shot?

Then you gotta hit it...

before it sends one of those

heat signals to the others.

I know.

Cover your ears.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus!

God! You smoked his ass.

Doin' what I can

with what I got.

Good.

Oh, sh*t, partner.

Oh, no! Pop the hood.

I got it, I got it.

Damn!

We're dead.

What?

I didn't know.

How could I've known?

We're supposed to be

up against graboids!

I wanted maximum penetration.

- Well, you've got it.

- Now what?

We can't stay here.

We've got to get inside.

Uh,

Cantina!

Damn!

Burt?

Uh-oh!

Burt!

Oh, no, Burt!

Burt, it's working;

They can't find you.

Don't move.

Good! Good idea.

This is pathetic!

Wait a minute!

I've got a plan,

I think!

Earl! Earl!

Yeah, I know! I know.

I just need another second.

Ow! Ow!

Sh*t! Ouch!

That's great!

Uh, here. Here.

Get ready to run.

We're gonna head

for those oil towers

and climb.

Yes! Earl,

you're a genius.

Come on!

It's clear. Hurry.

You're okay.

They can't climb.

Watch your shin.

Oh, man!

They can't climb.

Pretty slick, my man.

Slick?

That was brilliant.

You really do think

on your feet, don't you?

Yeah, well.

Hey, where's Burt?

Oh, over here.

And don't worry, they can't

even find him in there.

Oh, man.

I think he's gonna

be okay for now.

Oh, I'm just dandy!

So what do we do now?

Hey, Burt!

Are you sure you don't

have any more bullets?

Did you check all your pockets?

You know, as I lie here,

I can't help but comment:

The reason I am out

of nine millimeter rounds

is I was not properly briefed.

And the reason

for that is this mission

was not properly researched.

If certain people had bothered

to gather intelligence

on the creatures...

before bumbling

into the situation...

Knock it off, Burt!

Nobody made you come.

When we should be packing

full-auto, preferably belt-fed!

Shut up!

They're Precambrian life forms.

How's anybody supposed to

research Precambrian life?

What difference

does it make now?

We're stuck on a goddam roof

with a bunch of whatsits

trying to eat us.

I've done this before,

and I did not like it.

Okay. It's all my fault!

So things didn't work out

exactly the way we planned.

If I had the right tools,

I'd finish the job!

Jeez! Would you

just all relax?

Now, look. Nobody's

heard from us since last night,

which means pretty soon

they're going to be up here

looking for us, right?

So all we have to do

is sit and wait. Okay?

Burt?

Okay.

So I figured I wanted to learn

some Spanish, and six months in

Mexico would be an adventure.

So, uh...

Seeing anybody?

Not since

the monsters arrived.

Well, you know, you...

spend a couple of days

almost getting killed,

you start, uh,

thinking about your future

and...

Thinking you

should date more?

Well, uh,

yeah, actually.

Uh, look, uh,

I just don't meet that many

women who can keep their cool...

in a situation like this.

What I mean is that, uh...

What matters to me is that

a woman can handle herself.

It's much more important

than what she looks like.

Thanks a lot.

Aw, come on!

You look great.

Enough guys

have told you that.

Yeah, well.

Believe it or not,

I made my living

as a model once upon a time.

I put myself

through college.

I believe it.

I was a...

I was even a Playmate once.

About gave my dad

a heart attack.

What?

October '74?

Sh*t!

Yup!

Uh, guys. Guys!

Oh, my God.

Look at that.

Goddam little...

heat seekers.

What do we do, Earl?

You gotta stop asking me!

I don't know!

What's goin' on?

What's happening?

Uh-oh.

Smart little bastards.

Whoa! Oh!

Come get me, you suckers!

You hungry?

- A hundred and eighty-five

pounds of lean meat.

- Burt, what are you doing?

You know you want it!

Burt!

Burt!

What is wrong

with him?

Has he got a plan?

Burt's always

got a plan...

usually.

Yes!

Problem solved.

You maniac!

Who-oo!

Oh, Burt,

you did it!

You tricked

the little plug uglies!

How's it feel

to be so stupid?

Who-oo!

Oh, Christ!

Did they find something to eat?

- Uh, what's in there, Kate?

- I don't know...

boxes, supplies.

Golosinas...

Dulce.

Hell, uh...

Dulce. Dulce.

Sweet! Golosinas...

I know this one. Snack.

Sweet snack food?

Rice flour.

I didn't know!

How could I've had known?

God! Don't they

ever get tired of eating?

There'll be 100 of em.

Okay, we're gonna

run for it!

What?

Where?

We're not gonna make it!

Look! Earl, I'm sorry.

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