Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #2

There's plenty more silver in there.

It's just no one wants to go in and get it.

Seven more men go up since accident.

None come back.

My ancestors talked of spirit beasts

that live inside those mountains.

"Spirit beasts"?

Beasts from the underworld.

Blind to all but killing.

Have you all taken leave of your senses?

Juan, gather up the remaining miners,

hunt down whatever is doing this...

And fill 'em full of more holes

than a cabbage leaf in a hailstorm.

Precisely.

Seor Gummer, there are some miners

camped north of town. I can talk to them.

But they are not going to go back unless

you pay them. Maybe even double wages.

- Pay them? To earn their own jobs back?

- I'm just telling you, they are scared.

Very well. To ensure my resources are not

squandered by this cabal of hooligans,

I shall accompany you myself,

first thing in the morning.

Now you're talking. What kind of gun

did you bring? Betcha it's big and fancy.

I don't own a firearm.

Yes?

This is the Wild West, Mr. Gummer.

You don't read the dime novels?

You see a bad guy,

you gotta smoke him up.

Seor Gummer, your horse is ready.

Seor Gummer...

Morning.

Seor, it is a hard day's ride

over very rough country. Uh...

This is the cross-country model.

The horse can carry my kit. Off we go!

Deplorable road conditions.

Um...

No, no, I'd like some, uh...

Maybe just... Thank you.

Ah, very good.

I haven't been on a horse since I...

since my sixth birthday party.

No, actually, that was a camel.

- Mr. Gummer?

- Yes?

- This is for you.

- I beg your pardon?

This is the Wild West. Never go unarmed.

No, indeed, um...

Thank you, son. Thank you.

You really think

he is "great conqueror"?

Only if he rides a camel

better than he rides a horse.

Let's not judge yet, Tecopa.

He's the only chance we have.

Howdy, gents.

- This is our army?

- These are the only ones willing to go.

All the better.

No need to waste my money on cowards.

Men, this is the patrn,

Mr. Hiram Gummer.

These are the Walter brothers,

Brick and Stony.

- This is Big Horse Johnson.

- Mr. Johnson.

And this is Soggy.

Soggy?

Indeed.

Well, in you go.

- And what?

- And report back to me.

Oh, very well.

As none of you possess

sufficient leadership skills,

I shall supervise the endeavor myself.

Juan?

Vmonos.

- Wait.

- That was our foreman.

My hat.

Urgh.

Here. He ain't gonna need it.

Try it on.

Thank you,jefe.

Oh, my.

This is the end of the mine,

where Victor was.

Well, we're still alive.

Whatever attacked you,

it would seem to be gone.

Gentlemen,

I declare this mine perfectly safe.

Dang right.

Ain't nothin' in there but ghosts.

You don't need to pay them no wages.

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