Tremors Page #2

Bixby permanent.

Oh, sure.

Oh, my God.

You really are!

Hey, Mindy,

what's the count?

Six hundred and forty.

Guys, look,

l don't need firewood.

l have this big

order to fill,

and l have to build

my new pottery kiln.

Come on, it'll be at

least a month's work.

l'll throw in lunches.

And beer.

l can't believe

we said no to free beer.

We did it! We did it!

We faced temptation

and did not bend !

God damn !

Praise the Lord !

Now there's nothing,

and l mean nothing,

between us and

Bixby but nothing !

Yeah !

Yeah !

Hey, look at that guy!

Oh, that's one job

l'd never do.

Working around

electricity.

Hey, hold up.

That's Edgar Deems.

Come on.

No. He only wears

that one damn jacket.

That's him,

l'm telling you.

Man, oh, man,

he sure must've

been drunk this time.

Edgar, get your

butt down from there!

Well, sh*t.

We can't leave him

up there.

Thank you, Edgar.

You owe me on this one,

you damned old boozehound.

One of these days,

you're gonna have to

get your ass

on a wagon

and stay there.

Jesus! lt's not like

l don't have

better things to do

than to climb towers

and drag your

hairy ass down.

Jesus Christ!

Was it

a heart attack, Doctor?

No.

He died of dehydration.

Thirst.

Well, that doesn't

make any sense.

That takes a couple

of days, doesn't it?

Maybe even three or four.

You mean he sat up there

three or four days?

He sat up there and

just died of thirst?

Hmm.

You reckon he

hated Perfection

more than us?

Do you suppose

he wanted to

kill himself?

Come on.

Somebody must've

chased him up there.

What, you mean someone

who ain't scared of

a Winchester rifle?

Then what'd they do?

Camp out down below

and just wait

for him to die?

What the hell?

What the sh*t?

Hey, Fred !

Hey, there, old Fred !

Hey, Fred !

Fred !

This is weird.

This is real weird.

Jesus!

What the hell's

going on?

l mean,

what the hell

is going on?

Everybody get the hell

out of here!

There's a killer

on the loose!

What?

A murderer, man !

A real psycho!

He's cutting

people's heads off.

l'm not kidding !

They're pulling

our chain.

Yeah.

What?

Sh*t.

Howard ! Howard !

Carmine?

Who could be doing it?

l'm not accusing anybody.

l'm just saying,

some of my cattle

are missing.

Are you serious?

Old Fred's dead?

Dude, something

like that.

Come on, you're

bullshitting me,

right, pal?

What happened to Fred?

No worse than Edgar.

What happened

to Edgar?

You won't believe it.

Here, l need one

of those candy bars.

l don't believe this.

The phone is dead.

Walter, your phone

is dead !

l didn't do it.

Nestor,

what's happening?

Somebody killed old Fred.

What should we do?

What's going on?

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