Tremors 3: Back to Perfection

Is that the new guy?

Si, mi amiga. We are

completamente seguros here...

because I've selected

my position carefully.

First rule of engagement:

Know your enemy.

Second rule:

Know where to engage him.

Good you've kept

your engines running.

I want maximum heat emissions

from these coordinates.

Mucho caliente.

Comprende?

The time...

0500 hours.

The place... seven clicks

south of El Chaco.

The situation...

a single graboid reported

in the area two weeks ago.

Third appearance of these underground

carnivores in the last 11 years.

Unfortunately, lack of action

on the part of local authorities...

has allowed the creature

to metamorphose...

into the second stage

of its life cycle,

producing six shriekers...

a veracious,

hermaphroditic life-form,

which can double in number every few

minutes by eating sufficient food.

In this case, chickens.

Aye, dios mio!

A truckload of chickens.

Infrared monitoring now indicates

the shrieker herd...

moving across the pampas

toward us,

closing at less than

300 meters.

290... 280.

I've managed to lead the shrieker herd

away from civilian population.

My tactical approach is

utilize various maneuvers,

demonstrated by Sitting Bull

at Little Big Horn...

and Field Marshal Rommel during

the North Africa campaign.

The idea being to set up

a proper kill zone.

I should take this opportunity

to point out their zero tactical skills.

Lacking eyes or ears,

they can sense only heat and...

Patience, mi amigo.

Aye, dios!

Nothing to worry about,

because for once I have

the proper tool at hand.

Looking for a little heat?

Any questions?

Hey, Burt, welcome home.

We saw you on CNN

shooting that cannon thing.

Dual. 50 antiaircraft

turret mount.

Good to see you, Miguel.

What the hell is that?

Some real estate guys out of Reno. They

wanna cut up the valley into parcels.

- That'll be a cold day in hell.

- That's what I told 'em.

Hey, Burt,

while you were gone,

there was this conga line of cement

trucks going up to your place.

What the heck

you building up there?

I installed an underground

graboid barrier, my own design.

Big cement box, two-foot thick,

steel reinforced,

completely surrounding

my compound...

sides and bottom...

now I can sleep nights.

Come on, Burt.

What's it been, 11 years?

No reason to lower

your guard.

Burt, welcome home.

Put in a bar code reader?

Jodi, they can use that to build

a profile on all my purchases.

Burt, welcome home.

Yeah, welcome.

Next they'll want a sample of my DNA.

How you been?

Oh, I guess

I'm getting by.

Getting by? You're doing better

than your uncle ever did.

Hey, in retail, if you're not three

steps ahead, you're one step behind.

- You want your mail?

- Yeah, I guess.

"Perfection Valley

Ranchettes. "

Uh-huh. They've been making

offers to all of us.

- Shall I file it for you?

- Mm.

Hey, cool watch.

Hmm? Oh, gift

from the gauchos.

It continuously updates

its time to the nanosecond,

- Uh-huh.

- by connecting directly...

to the cesium clock in Colorado

via ultrasonic frequency.

Well above our normal range

of hearing, but it'll give a dog fits.

Right, right, right. So, were you able

to get me graboid or shrieker parts...

beaks, tentacles, claws?

Aren't you overdoing

all this a little?

Burt, this stuff

is our claim to fame.

China's got pandas.

Australia's got koalas.

And we've got... these,

even if they are

extinct here.

You trying to turn the valley

into a theme park?

It worked for your friends,

Earl and Grady.

I'm just fighting for my piece

of the leisure dollar.

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