Tremors 4: The Legend Begins

Awful soft dirt in here.

Make sure you shore it up good.

It's like working inside a cow down here.

Una vaca plata

that is going to pay off my ranch.

Your ranch.

It's like a woman.

It's all you ever talk about.

Meanwhile, she's taking all your money.

And you, you spend

all of your money on whiskey.

But you're going to miss me soon.

Victor?

Victor?

Jefe. Jefe.

Jefe, Victor is gone.

- What do you mean, "gone"?

- We were working the face.

I know he couldn't have got past me.

But now he's just gone.

Jefe! Jefe!

Aaaaargh!

Dammit.

Juan! Where are ya?

So many people leaving.

Is everyone rejecting us?

No, Fu Yien. They are leaving

because the mine is closed.

Maybe we need a different name.

- Perhaps it was not the best choice, huh?

- Maybe not.

Son...

Juan Pedilla, you've been looking at

that hat for a month. Buy it or don't buy it.

No, no. I can't afford it.

You take it on credit. Pay us later.

No credit!

Stan Kelton is leaving.

Loading up his wagon.

Stan too? Now we're a town

without a blacksmith.

It'll end up as a ghost town

if that mine doesn't reopen.

If everybody leaves,

who will buy our things?

No one.

And we'll go back to China.

Only way you going back to China

is if you learn how to swim.

What does I Ching say?

"Expect arrival of great conqueror."

The mine will not stay closed. That ore is

turning out a hundred ounces to the ton.

- Two hundred, my friend.

- Two hundred?

Well, nobody's walking away

from riches like that.

Nobody.

Well, if you saw what I saw,

you might walk away.

You never really told us what you saw.

I saw nothing.

But the nothing, it was worse

than anything I have ever seen.

You're not thinking of pulling out too?

No, I cannot do that.

- I would lose everything, like you.

- Like all of us.

Listen. It's about the mine.

The owner of the mine is coming.

All the way from Philadelphia.

He say "Low profit

from mine unacceptable."

"Proceeding with all dispatch."

"Will take matters into hand personally.

Signed, Hiram Gummer."

That's a real two-dollar name.

I'll wager he gets this thing solved faster

than a bee with a horse on its tail. Betcha.

The stage is coming! It's coming!

Tecopa! Miss Christine!

The stage, it's coming!

- What do you think he looks like?

- He's probably fat.

Rich people are always fat.

Oh, my word.

- Anybody in there?

- It's full of luggage.

- It's about time.

- Indeed it is.

- Let me in.

- Can't wait to leave this place.

No one got out.

Mr. Hiram Gummer?

I am he.

I am Tsang Pyong Lien.

Pyong Chang.

This is my market.

- You're not very fat.

- Quiet!

Whooee.

You must have enough money

to burn a wet mule, huh?

Mr. Gummer, I'm Christine Lord.

Proprietress of the local hotel.

You're lovelier than Fifth Avenue in spring.

- Welcome to Rejection.

- Aptly named, it would seem.

I'm here to see Andrew Beckwith. I've sent

him three communiqus, all unanswered.

- I want to speak to him forthwith.

- That might prove difficult.

- Why? Where is he?

- On that. The last stage out of here.

Wh?

- That's just dandy. The last?

- Too few passengers.

The mine closed several weeks ago.

That is why you're here, isn't it?

Closed? The mine closed? I feel I've not

been privy to most needful information.

You don't know

what happens at the mine?

17 miners were killed in one day.

The workers abandoned it.

17? What on earth happened?

- No one knows.

- Must you speak in riddles?

- The only one who knows is Juan Pedilla.

- Then I must see him straightaway.

Well, he's out riding his land.

We expect him back shortly. Please.

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