Tremors 4: The Legend Begins Page #3

I pray that we are correct.

Well, sun's gettin' low.

Might as well set up camp.

We can't camp here.

I need trees.

It's better for the posture.

Oh, damn.

You gonna start torturing that thing?

Helps me sleep.

- And the horses like it too.

- Well, go play it for them.

Ain't my fault you lack a musical ear.

How soon do you think

you can reopen the mine?

Posthaste. The sooner the better.

Good.

Because I need to keep working

if I don't want to lose my ranch.

I thought you were a miner.

Well, I am a miner, but my father always

dreamed of having a ranch for us one day.

And?

He was killed in a cave-in

when I was a boy.

My mother, she moved us

from mining camp to mining camp.

They always need a woman

to do the laundry and the cooking.

I've been without my cook for weeks.

You always had everything, didn't you?

Several of everything.

I'd just like to get one of something.

What on earth?

Aw, damn.

We'll be hours finding them horses.

Soggy, you sorry sack!

- I'm gonna pound you blue!

- Easy, everybody.

You pound 'im, Brick!

Aw, he's always fartin' around.

Where the hell are you?

It won't do you no good hidin'!

Cllate!

You hear that?

Soggy!

The longer I look, the madder I get!

Aaargh!

- Good Lord! What the?

- Tarnation!

Brick? You all right?

Stony, don't you go

shooting blind out there!

Brick!

Well, where is he?

Don't know. He ain't out there.

Who's there?

Who's over there?

We've got guns over here.

Wh... wh...

What in God's name?

You gotta shoot faster! Kill them, man!

- We gotta get up somewhere!

- Where?

Over on that rock!

Seor Gummer!

Over here on the rock! On the rock!

Big Horse! Over here!

You gotta get off the ground!

Big Horse! Here!

- No! Big Horse, you can't shoot it!

- This way, man! Quickly!

Get on the rock!

Good heavens.

What a dreadful odor.

I smelled it in the mine.

It was them.

They came up through the soft dirt.

At least it can't penetrate rock.

It has no eyes.

How did they find us?

It's the sound. Every time

we made a sound. Even your teapot.

That's how they hunt.

We can't just stay here.

These foothills are made of rock. We can

walk on them all the way to Rejection.

- Walk?

- Well, unless you can fly.

Tecopa, what are you doing?

Diggin' a spot for a flagpole.

A flagpole? Does it concern you

that Nevada hasn't yet adopted a flag?

We will one day. I'll be ready.

They're back! They're back!

It's Juan and Mr. Gummer! They're back!

I'd have walked twice that far to get away.

Those are the most savagerous beasts

I've ever seen.

Well, didn't you let loose?

Let fly? Barrels blazing?

Old Fred, you don't understand.

When they're not underground,

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