Tremors: A Cold Day in Hell Page #3

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We need your help, Mr. Gummer,

and we need it ASAP!

Think of the adventure,

Graboids in the Arctic.

This could be

a whole new ballgame.

Batter up!

(CHUCKLES) Yes.

You never asked

if she was hot!

(ROOSTER CROWS)

- Where are you going?

- Round two! I'm coming with.

Request denied.

What? Come on, here,

stop being Burt for a minute,

and logic this thing out

with me.

This is our chance to revive

Burt Gummer's Bull's-Eye Brand,

get you free

of the taxman, dude!

Let's be honest. You've got

a lot of red in your ledger.

My financial status

is none of your damn beeswax.

And you'll just be in the way.

Oh, like I was

in South Africa? Huh?

That was a one-off!

Nothing more.

You're looking at this through the wrong

end of the telescope here, friend.

What about your legacy, huh?

What about it?

Do you know of any other

Graboid hunters out there?

Uh, I don't.

I know, you know,

Bigfoot hunters... No!

You're Burt Gummer.

You're a one-off!

Come on, man, teach me!

Pay it forward.

Oh, I'm not dead yet.

I know, and I'm not interested in

talking about your mortality, either,

but think about it.

Who's gonna fill your shoes

when you can no longer outrun

or outgun these beasts, huh?

I've got to

tell you something.

Burt Gummer's got

some big-ass shoes to fill.

Size 12s.

I've seen you

in the locker room.

And you're my heir apparent.

Is that it?

You already led me through

one Graboid gauntlet.

- There's a lot you still don't know.

- Exactly my point.

Learning can be fun!

Rosetta Stone me, dawg.

It was a decent enough

combat primer.

Hell, yeah, it was!

I was your wingman.

Wingman?

More like wingnut!

Come on, that's...

That's a little harsh,

I think.

(SIGHS)

Damn it!

Are you willing to follow orders?

I mean, sometimes, I don't...

Look, the most important

six inches on the battlefield

are between your ears.

You got that?

I'd like to think I have more.

I think I'm 6.5.

Don't crack wise with me.

Sir, yes, sir!

And have you filled out

the requisite non-resident

special exemption RCMP-5590 form?

Sir...

- What?

- The RCMP-5590 form!

For that firearm you're

planning on bringing into Canada.

No.

Well, then you better download

one and fill it out pronto.

Grab your arctic gear.

Man!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Welcome to

the Great White North, eh!

Otherwise known

as Nowheresville.

You're about 1,000 miles

north of there.

You're somewhere

between, uh,

Ain't-Never-Been

and Don't-Wanna-Go.

TRAVIS:
Where are

all the glaciers?

Melting. Sled dog unemployment's

at an all-time high.

How much longer

till we're there?

Not far.

Just around the bend.

Where's your GPS?

You're in the Arctic Circle.

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