Tremors II: Aftershocks Page #5

Sorry. Come here.

Come here. Look at this.

I've been staring

at this fossil for over a month,

and I just realized what it is.

Hey, Earl, that looks like one

of those spikes on their sides.

Okay, it resembles one.

I really think it is

a fossil fragment of a graboid.

It's gonna take

months to prove...

No, this is important,

isn't it?

Science has never

determined their origin.

I read that in People.

And that's true. But that's not

the only thing. You guys,

this is Precambrian rock.

Precambrian.

Precambrian. That means

that this is the oldest

life form on the planet.

I mean other than one-celled

things. But look at that.

- Wait a minute.

Older than dinosaurs?

- Way.

So they're from earth,

right? Damn.

Yeah.

I always thought

they were from outer space.

Doesn't look like it.

Mira, mira!

El monstruo ms grande...

viene ac!

Look! Look at

the seismograph! Look!

El monstruo viene!

Es grande!

It ain't no graboid.

It's somethin'

more dangerous.

Monster H.Q., I presume.

Hey, Burt,

good to see you.

Earl, good to see you.

Uh, this is Kate,

uh, Pedro,

Hey, what's up?

Julio, and, uh...

The pleasure is mine.

Grady, Grady Hoover.

Yeah, I read all about you,

Mr... Mr. Gummer.

- Yeah, it's a real...

real honor.

- Yes.

Man, you think you got

a big enough truck here?

He the new guy?

So, did you get me one

of those seismo-monitors?

Hey, no problem.

What you got in this thing?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Don't touch.

Don't touch. Easy.

Mexican army gave me

this truck...

And a few little items

on my wish list.

Ho!

It's, uh, a bit much,

don't you think?

Maybe I'm wrong.

Hope I'm right.

Makes my home-made stuff

look like cherry bombs.

Thermite, C-4, TNT,

high-explosive... H.E.

Is there such thing

as "low-explosive"?

Well, y-yes,

son, there is.

I mean, the federales offer

you anything you want, and you

guys take one case of dynamite?

What the hell

is this thing for?

That, uh, might end up

in my collection.

Hey, got some, uh, new equipment

for you, gentlemen.

Your backup weapons.

Can you handle a firearm?

I'll check him out.

Shotguns?

We're not huntin'

rabbits down here, Burt.

Not shotguns.

Double rifles. Elephant guns.

Wesley-Richards 480,

375 H&H Mag.

Knockdown power

up the yin-yang.

Treat them well.

But hold 'em good 'n tight

to your shoulder, or they'll

break your collarbone.

So where's, uh, Mrs. Gummer?

She didn't want to come?

Uh, why don't you get this,

uh, stuff in our truck?

Sure, no problem.

Look, man, I... really want

to thank you for comin' down.

We're in pretty deep here.

Oh, forget it, Earl.

To tell you the truth, if I

didn't get out of that house,

I was gonna go crazy.

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