All language subtitles for Tremors 4 The Legend Begins 2004 1080p BluRay x264-OFT_Subtitles01.ENG

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.

You know,
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? Ugh!

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!

Damn it!

Juan! Where are ya?

So many people leaving.

Is everyone rejecting us?

No, Fu Yien, we're sure.

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 Padilla,

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 re-open.

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 100 ounces to the ton.

Two hundred,
my friend.

Two hundred?
Well, nobody is 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."

Sign, Hiram Gummer.

That's a real
$2 name.

I'll wager he gets
this thing solved

faster than a bee
with a horse
on its tail.

Bet you!

Yeah, see you later now!

The stage is coming!
It's coming!

Tecopa, Ms. 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.

- Pardon me, ma'am.
- Let me in there.

Can't wait to get
out of this place.

No one got out.

Mr. Hiram Gummer?

I am he.

I am
Pyong Chang.

This is my market.

You're not very fat.
Quiet.

You must have
enough money to burn
a wet mule, huh?

Mr. Gummer,
I'm Christine Lord.

Proprietress of
the local hotel.

Well, you're lovelier
than Fifth Avenue in Spring.

Welcome to Rejection.

Aptly named,
it would seem.

I'm here to see
one Andrew Beckwith,

to whom I've sent
three communiques,
all unanswered.

I want to speak
to him forthwith.

That might prove to be
a little difficult.

Why? Where is he?

On that.
The last stage
out of here.

What?

That's just dandy.
The last?

Too few passengers.

You see,
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 critical,
most needful information.

You don't know what
happens at the mine?

Seventeen miners
were killed in one day.

The workers
abandoned it.

Seventeen? What
on earth happened?

No one knows.

Must you speak
in riddles?

The only person who could
answer that question
is Juan Pedilla.

Then I should like
to speak with him
straight away.

Well, he's out
riding his land.

We expect him
back shortly.

Please, you must be tired
from your traveling.

Won't you let me
show you to the hotel?

Oh, very well.

Come, come.
I'll need assistance
with my kit.

This is our bank.
Closed, of course.

Our blacksmith,
also closed.

And our post office.
Closed.

Of course.
Quite the
bustling metropolis.

"Great conqueror."

And this is
my hotel, welcome.

Right this way.

Hmm...

An impressive arsenal.
Are you a collector?

The miners came West
to strike it rich.

When it came time
to settle their bills,

many of them had
only their firearms left.

Now I collect
payments daily.

Nonsense.
Just keep a running tab.

Your man is
rather impudent.

Tecopa is not my man.
He is my friend.

But this is a tent.

Yes. You're quite observant.
Which one would you like?

This one right here.

Dandy. And what time
will luncheon be served?

Well, since the mine
has closed,

the supply wagons
have stopped,

so our menu's
a bit limited.

I could fix you
a pot of beans.

Nonsense.
Surely you have flour,

molasses and ginger.

I should like
a ginger bread cake.
Yes, that should do nicely.

Do you want me
to strangle him?

No.
We need him.

Delightful music
and a passable meal,

which I should like
to end with an aperitif.

Wouldn't we all?

Fu Yien, would you
like that last piece
of gingerbread?

Yes.

Then go to my
small carpet bag,
the blue one,

and fetch my bottle
of peach brandy.
Yes, sir.

What happened to
the ginger bread?

I ate it, of course.

But I thought you said
I could have...

A word of advice,
young man.

Anyone can be taken
advantage of,
and if you can, do.

That is terrible advice
to give a child.

Someone needs
to teach the boy
the ways of the world.

I assure you,
he knows them.

Juan's here.
He's over at the store.
"Juan"?

Juan Pedilla.
The miner.

Oh, yes, yes.

No, no, no, no.
The mine is not played out.
Not at all.

There is 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, I want you to gather up
the remaining miners.

Hunt down whatever
is doing this.

And fill 'em full
of more holes

than a cabbage leaf
in a hail storm.

- Precisely.
- Señor Gummer,

there are some miners
still camped north of town.

Now, I can go
and talk to them,

but they are not going
to go back there
unless you pay them.

Maybe even double wages.

Pay them?
To earn their own jobs back?

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

Very well.

To ensure that my resources
are not being 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, eh?

Bet you 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 'em up.

Señor Gummer,
your horse is ready.

Señor Gummer.

Good morning.

Uh, señor
it is a hard day's ride

over very rough country.

Well, this is
the cross-country model.
The horse can carry my kit.

Off we go!

Deplorable road conditions.

Uh.

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

Maybe just...
Thank you.
Ah, very good.

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

Since my sixth
birthday party.

No, actually,
that was a camel.

Oh, whoa.

Mr. Gummer!
Yes?

This is for you.
Oh, I beg your pardon.

This is the Wild West.
Never go unarmed.

Well, no, indeed.

Thank you, son,
thank you.

You really think he is
a great conqueror?

Only if he can ride
a camel better than
he can ride a horse.

Let's not judge
yet, Tecopa.

He's the only
chance we have.
Hmm.

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 patrón,
Mr. Hiram Gummer.

These are
the Walter brothers,

- Brick and Stony.
- Uh-huh.

- 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.

Vámonos.

Wait.
Ah, that was Jefe.
Our foreman.

My hat.

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.

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 re-open the mine?

Post haste.

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.

Uh, 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?

Oh, damn,
we'll be hours
finding them horses.

Soggy, you sorry sack!

I'm gonna
pound you blue!

Easy, easy, everybody.

You pound him,
Brick!

He's always fartin' around.

Where the hell are you?

It won't do you
no good hidin'!

Cállate.

Do you hear that?

Soggy,
the longer I'm lookin',
the madder I get!

Good Lord, what?
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 that?

Who's over there?
We've got guns over here.

What... What...
What in God's name?

You gotta shoot faster!
Kill it, man!

We've got to get
up somewhere!
Where?

Over on that rock!

Señor 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 heaven.

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
almost all the way
back 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,
and 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,
they're flying.

Very fast.

Tu-Long. Dragons.
Dirt dragons.

We never had
them in China.

Big Horse, Juan,
they tried to shoot them,
but couldn't.

You'd have to be
an unparalleled shootist.

But wait, that's it.

A telegram,
we must send a telegram
immediately.

Let me do it.
I know how.

Here. "Wanted.
Gun fighter.

"Town of Rejection,
Nevada,

"seeks experienced,
quick-draw artist,

"calm in face
of danger.

"Salary, negotiable."

Now, send that to the
Territorial Enterprise,

the Denver Post
and the Wichita Eagle.

You're going to hire
a gunfighter?

Bien, bien, bien.
I think that is
a good idea.

But is it wise?
A gunfighter's
usually mean, wild.

Drink, shoot inside house.

But we need
someone with fortitude.

Someone with a little
sand in their craw.

Exactly.
Someone who is proficient
with firearms, who can...

Shoot the nuts
off a squirrel
at 100 paces.

Thank you.
Someone like Doc Holiday.

Except one that ain't dead.

Doc Holiday's dead?

Okay! It's done!

Now, we wait.

Handsome, no?

Oh, very.

It's me.

Very few men have
statues of themselves.

A cigar store Indian?

Oh, a salesman
gave that to me

when he couldn't
pay his bill.

Well, it could be me.

Mr. Gummer,
I fixed your wheel.

Impossible,
it's a complete loss.

Nope.

Well, my, my, that's...

Remarkable. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

That will be $5, please.

Five? Now listen here.

No workman would dare ask
more than two bits.

I'm the only
wheel-fixer in town.

No one else
'til Carson City.

But that's highway robbery.

A word of advice,
Mr. Gummer.

Anyone can be taken
advantage of.
And if you can, do.

Fu Yien,

I'm a trifle short
of cash at present.
May we barter instead?

For services rendered,
you may have the bicycle.

It's yours.
I'm becoming quite
the expert horseman.

Dandy,
Mr. Gummer!

There you go.

No. Ok, here, here, here.
I'll steady you.
Now, get your balance.

Now, when I push,
press the pedals and keep
the front wheel straight.

Ready? Off you go.

Not bad!

Not bad at all.

How long is this
bedlam to last?

Oh, a few more days.
We're deepening our well.

You know, we're quite
proud of our engine.

It's going to run our
electric lights
for us one day.

If you can abide
the racket.

Well, the work would
go faster if you'd help.

A man of my means doesn't
engage in physical labor.

Which brings us

to your bill.

You're running
a tab.

In point of fact,
I didn't agree to that.

Mrs. Lord, in any civilized
place, my name alone is,
quite sufficient.

Well, out here in the
rough and tumble West,
we tend to use cash.

Now, that is a $20 gold piece
on your watch fob, isn't it?

And the watch itself
is gold, of course?

And the cufflinks?
Genuine diamonds?

Are you proposing
that I barter with you,

as I would some
street vendor in Calcutta?
Don't be absurd.

You will run a proper
tab until this,

pathetic town
has a proper bank

to which I can wire funds.

Here now.
What is going on?

Why aren't you
riding that wheel?

No time.
I'm working.

You men,
you'll take forever.

Using a boy to do
a man's work.

Very narrow down there.

He's the only
one small enough
to widen it.

Well...

Well, the moment
it is wide enough,

I expect to see one
of you down there
in his place.

And he back
on that bicycle.

Uh, Mrs. Lord,
I should like
to apologize.

The truth is

my coin, watch
and cufflinks are
all I own in the world.

I beg your pardon?

My father, in his
final demented days,

sold all his holdings
and invested everything,
the entire family fortune,

in a certain silver mine.

I see.

I was rude earlier.
I apologize.

Once I get
the mine running,

I'll pay my bill in full
and be on the first stage
out of here.

As Old Fred would say,
that's a real
gully washer.

Don't look at me.
I had nothing to
do with it.

I hope Old Fred made
it to the muling
station before this hit.

Yesterday a desert.
Today a monsoon.

Once I re-open
the mine,

the whole town
will prosper.

You'll be able
to afford whatever
your hearts desire.

And what is it that your
heart desires, Mr. Gummer?

To return to
the life I had.

To wake up every
morning and wonder,

"What will I spend
my money on today?"

A curious philosophy.

I would venture
that it matters not how
you spend your money,

but how you
spend your life.

Mr. Gummer.

Don't interrupt your elders.

Never you mind,
Mrs. Lord.

I'll amend my misspent life
when the Grim Reaper
comes calling.

I recommend
that you keep
that hog leg skinned.

Unless you got
a desire to be jumpin'
over hot coals in hell.

And who might you be, sir?

Kelly.

Black Hand Kelly?

I'm looking for
Hiram Gummer.

That would be me.

You posted yourself
an advertisement?

I did. Yes, I did.

So, who do you
want me to kill?

That Injun over there?
No, no, no,
no, no.

It's not so much
a "who" as a "what."

They spring from
the ground like...

Like some
demonic trout.

We call them Tu-Long.
Uh, Dirt Dragons.

This stuff sure must be
a whole lot stronger
than it tastes.

We're well aware that
it sounds fantastic,

but we can assure you
it's all quite true.

They're ferocious
and fast.

It takes some real backbone
to face them down.

Amigo, I like to fight
with rattle snakes
just for the fun of it,

and I give them the
first bite to boot.

Hyperbole aside, you are
accurate with a firearm?

You questioning
my abilities, sir?

As an astute business
man, I'm simply...
Hey, boy!

Toss me one of them
apples over here.

See, I knew it.
Shoot inside house.

Throw it high?

No, no, no.
You throw it right
straight at me.

Okay, you ready?

Anytime.

What?

We thought you'd
shoot apple.
Yeah.

Obviously, we are expecting
to see a demonstration of...

You're hired.

In China, no one shoots
in wall.

In China,
no one has gun.

Before I sign up
for anything,

talk to me about that,
"salary negotiable" part.

Do you like silver,
Mr. Kelly?

I reckon I do.

Well, then, upon dispatching
all the aforementioned
creatures,

and upon the subsequent
re-opening of the mine,
you'll be paid in silver,

say as much as you can
carry on a strong horse.

Well, now, I just bet
that you could

charm a cow right
out of her calf

with those fancy words.

But now, for myself,
I sort of need a little
something up front.

Well, we don't
have any money.

Ah, well.

Thank you
for your time.

Double Eagle.

A down payment.

Tell you what.

You throw in
them there cufflinks,

and you got
yourself a deal.

This is
one sorry collection

of lead pushers
you got here.

I'm not running a
gun store, Mr. Kelly.

Juan, you take this
here, big old .45-70.

Hiram, pick yourself
out something

that feels right
in your hand.

And, you give us all
these blue whistlers
that you got.

- Whoa.
- Juan!

Take this.

Oh, but, Lu Wan,
I still can't afford it,
no.

No credit,
it's a gift.

Gracias.

What? No one
goes without
a hat in China.

Okay, boys,
let's jingle
some spurs.

No. No. No spurs.

In fact, no jingling
of any kind.

I tell you, these
things are attracted
by the slightest noise.

They could leap
from the ground
at any moment.

Juan killed
one right here.

There ain't nothing
here neither.

Maybe they gone deaf.

Or maybe you two boys
are playing me
for the fool.

After what
I paid you?

We will just have
to keep looking.

Juan, if you please,
some help.

Gummer, dag nab it,
ain't you got no pride?

Get up on the horse
by yourself!

Should I ever again
require horsemanship,

I will engage a tutor.

Well,
I'll tell you one thing.

I ain't got
your book-learning
but I know this,

being full-growed
don't make you a man.

Look, look, look, look.

Here, here

They appear to
be shells. Eggs.

Well, if that's
what they are,

then they came out
of one big chicken.

Or maybe you two
aren't as crazy as
I've been thinking.

This is where we pipe
the hot spring
from the mine.

The water cut through
the dirt, you see?

And the eggs fell out.

Perhaps the warm water
hatched them?

Juan, this tells us
how many there are.

There are four.
And I killed one already.

Three left.

But where could
they have gone?

Well, we're just going
to keep on riding
'til we find them,

'cause I'm getting
awful anxious

to unravel me
some cartridges.

You know, we piped
that hot water out
only six months ago.

Then,
those creatures grew
large quite quickly.

That's a part
of one of them.

These scaly things were
on their backs.

Yeah.

Well, maybe
one of them there
"things" died.

Or maybe...
Maybe he shed his skin,
like a snake.

Who is that?

It's Old Fred.
At least,
that's his wagon.

Good Lord.

This does not bode well.

Now that is
one catawampusly
chawed-up rig.

As I keep saying...
Saying.

These things are
not to be trifled with.

Old Fred?

Old Fred?

Old Fred?

Maybe we should
have made it longer.

Well, I'm not toting
no more rocks.

We should
say something.

I didn't even
know the man.

Take off
your hat.

Fred was an old man.

That is why we call
him Old Fred.

He drove the freight.

He had bad breath.
But I don't want
to say that.

All right.
All right.

"Fear no more
the heat of the sun.

"Nor the furious
winter's rages.

"Thou thy worldly
task hast done.

"Home art gone,
and ta'en thy wages."

Cymbeline. Act IV, Scene 2.
We'd best get going.

Uh, wait,
Let's make camp here.

No, no.
We'll go to the ridge.

Camp on solid rock.

As we have
every night.

No, no, that is three
miles back there.
That's hard country.

If you think I'm going
to risk sleeping
on the naked earth...

Or we could go down
to the muling station.

Down the canyon.

Is it safe?

Yes, there are
very thick beams

on the floor, you know,
for the wagons.

There is no way these dragons
could break through them.

Might there
be someone here?

No, they stopped running
the supply wagons,
now that the...

Now that the mine
is closed.

Yes, the bitter refrain
of my life, it seems.

We must secure these
horses with certainty.

The last time,
they got away.

You just make sure
that gate is tied up tight.

Mr. Kelly.

You can't see the door
if you're facing
this direction.

Always be prepared.

What in God's name?

So, was that them?

No! No!

Something new.

You said to pick something
I was comfortable with.

You're right.
I did say that.

What in Sam Hill
is that smell?

It's them.
That's the smell.

Remember, señor?

But they've changed so,
become long and thin.

There's six of them
or even nine.

We'd better bring
the horses inside.

Chingada!
They're gone. Again!

We can't go on foot.

They'll get
us for sure.

All right.

All right, that means
we have to stand
our ground here.

Hiram, it's about time
you learned how
to use a real piece.

That's your job.
If I need a gun fired,
I hire a gunman.

If you want to bed down
with a real pretty woman,

I suppose you just hire
somebody to do that, too.

Spare me your
tiresome analogies.

Hiram! Now I said this once,
and I'm gonna say
it one more time.

There's some things
that a man has
to do for himself,

and right now
shooting is one of them.

And give me that
stupid hideout piece.

It ain't gonna do
you no good now.

Okay, Juan.

You keep your
eye peeled for them
there snake things.

Pay attention, Hiram.

Now, this is a
single-action Colt Army.

This is the finest
wheel gun ever made.

Don't be holding it
like it's some skunk.

Now, it's an extension
of your hand, okay?

Hmm.
It's part of you.

And take yourself
a stance,
like you mean it.

Mean what?
Like you mean

that every last
lead plum,

that comes out of
that barrel is gonna kill
whatever you aim at.

Okay, okay,
take yourself a shot

at that can over there
by the window.

You line up
this blade with this notch.

Then you just
squeeze the trigger.

You don't jerk it.

Oh!

It's all right.

They cannot break through
the floor beams.

Now you just relax.

You just let your eyes,

your brain, your hand,
your trigger finger, okay?

All becomes one.

It's all right.
You got consistency now.

This is a waste of time!

What do you expect?

You wanna learn
in 20 minutes what
took me 20 years?

They cannot break
through the floor,

so they are
tearing it apart.

How could a snake
be so strong?

Look at that!
They decoyed us!

Good Lord!
How smart are they?

Esta malo,
we're gonna have nothing
left to stand on.

A telegraph?

Yes, but
it's no good for us.

We don't know
the clicking code.

Well,
click anything!

Surely someone
will hear us.

I don't know
what it means.
It's not in Morse code.

This has
been going on for
more than an hour?

Maybe a tree is
touching the wire.
That happened before.

No.
This is different.

But surely,
the telegrapher
from Carson City

wouldn't allow
such foolishness
with his equipment.

Maybe not
Carson City.

Not Carson City?
Where else?

This is from
Carson City.

Where's that one from?

This is from
the muling station.
It must be Mr. Gummer.

He's the only
one out there.

When did
Tecopa and Pyong
say that they'd be back?

One, two days.
Gone up-country.
Getting firewood.

All right then.
I'll go myself.

Eh?

Must you tap so loudly?

Let your
lead fly, man!

What the hell
are we up against?

They grew.

Those snakes
are not snakes.
They are tongues.

Three tongues!

Each creature has
three tongues.

And we
saw nine before.

So, there's still
only three animals.

And that's
supposed to
make me feel better?

Good God, man,
those things are the size
of eight-mule freight wagons!

Well, shoot them!
That's what you're
hired to do!

You got to know your enemy,
Hiram!

I ought to be totin'
some eight-bore
firing solid shot.

Or some damn punt gun.
Not these weapons I got.

All right. All right.
I'll tell you what
we're gonna do.

We're gonna hold our fire
till they come after us.

And then we're gonna
go toe-to-toe,

point-blank, full-bore,
throw all the lead
we got at 'em!

And then, maybe
we'll get a lucky hit.

A brain shot.
Or something!

There is not
much floor left.

They'll be makin'
their move any time.

Get ready.

This may be it.

Now what are they up to?

Mr. Kelly!

Eat this!

I'm out! I'm out!

Christine is coming,
Señor Gummer!

Christine! Over here!

Just drive the wagon!

Where's Mr. Kelly?

Dead!
Go! Go! Go!

Well done, Mrs. Lord!

Are they following us?

I can't tell!

Yes! They are
following us!

Faster!

They're at their limit!
Come on!

We shall see!

They're enormous.
Ravenous.

Spirit demons
from dark places,

eating souls that
live in the light.

Part of our legend.

We put bullet
after bullet into them

and it didn't
even slow them down.

Will they come here,
to our town?

They have to get
through the pass
from the upper valley.

Lots of rocks.
Maybe they can not do it.

It hardly matters.
The mine will remain
unapproachable.

So what
is your intention?

My intention?
To leave this
godforsaken place,

as should all of you!

But the mine.

Are you listening?
The mine is lost!
Forget the mine.

Go on with your lives
as if it never existed.

Start your lives over,
just as I will have to.

No stupid animal
is going to make me
leave my land.

I can go to Carson City,
get some blasting powder.

Juan, one
we were lucky.
Dumb lucky.

If a man like
Black Hand Kelly
is no match for them,

what chance do we have?

Pyong, why in heaven
would you stay?

Take Fu Yien
and the missis
back to China.

Lu Wan forgets.

China not perfect.
No place perfect.

We will not leave
our new home.

I shall send
for my belongings.

And, of course, I shall
see to it that the horse
and equipment are returned.

That won't be necessary.

You can keep the horse
and the saddle

and the rifle
and the knife.

In trade for
ownership of the mine.

You can't be serious.

It's the best offer
you're going to get.

When I reach Philadelphia,
I intend to sell that mine
for at least $50,000.

You will be preceded
by a telegram to
the newspapers,

describing in great detail
these creatures that
plague the mine,

and why it is unworkable.

That's blackmail.
You wouldn't
betray me like that.

We voted.

Four-to-one
in favor of doing
exactly that.

At least
one of you has
some sense of ethics.

I voted to
drop you off a cliff.

Stay with us, Hiram.
Stay and fight.

You're wasting
your lives.

You can have
the cursed mine!

Whoa! Whoa!

Mr. Gummer.
Please don't leave us.

Fu Yien,
I can't help you.

We were wrong.
They're coming.

The dirt dragons.
They got through
the upper valley pass.

I don't know when,
but they are
definitely coming.

Maybe they not find us.
Keep going south.

No, no, no, no,
they hunt by sound.

We are the only thing
making noise between
here and Carson City.

What do
the sticks say?

"Expect a ferocious arrival."

Well, this is it then.

The end of Rejection.

One ticket for
your next train
to Philadelphia.

Sleeping car, one way.

Yes, sir.

Fools!

I beg your pardon?

The people
up in Rejection.

Funnier than
a dancing bear, eh?

Here's one
they sent yesterday.

"Giant worms have
left upper valley.
May find town."

May I?

"Need immediate help."

"Giant worms."

One ticket...

Sir? Your ticket?

I was thinkin'
maybe I could make
some kind of sled for it,

and we could pull it
behind the last wagon.

There's no room.

Time to let it go.

Juan,
where will you go?

Well,
there is a new strike,
down near Tonopah.

I'm thinking of
heading that way.

Where will we go?

We are going
to San Francisco.

And then
back to China.

All our money
is put in the store,
and now it's all gone.

And you are not going
to work on the railroad
like Momma and Poppa.

They're coming!

No, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait.

They will
come from the north,
not from the south.

That is
something else.
Or someone.

What poor soul
would be coming
here now?

It's Mr. Gummer!

Come on! Whoa!

"A ferocious arrival"?

Hyah!

Well, now,
maybe I'll let you
keep him after all.

Whoa! Stop!
Whoa! Curse you!

Whoa!
You intransigent beasts!

Delighted to see
you're all well.

Hiram, they're coming.
They could be here
at any minute!

I know.
Whatever are you thinking?

That this idyllic
Western retreat

shall not
fall prey to these
mindless predators.

I have here
a cache of weapons

that would impress even
the late Black Hand Kelly.

One Sharps
.52 caliber buffalo rifle.

One Remington
.45-120, Rolling block.

One Henry
repeater rifle.

Smaller caliber,
but impressive rate of fire.

One 8-gauge
Remington, uh...

Derringer.

One LC Smith 10-gauge
stub-twist coach gun.

And this!

A two-inch
bore punt gun!

Hiram, how did you
get all of these things?
You don't have any money.

A wise friend once told me
it's not important

how you spend your money,
but how you spend your life.

Hiram Gummer,
what is it you think
we are going to do? Hmm?

Madam, I intend
we throw our visitors

a little corpse and
cartridge occasion.

That we stand our ground
and fight these despicable
beasts to the death!

We will fight!

Right!

It takes me two years
to make you leave China.

You think
I want to go back?

We do it.
We'll stomp 'em
like snakes.

We will burn them down.

We'll smoke 'em up!

Ah! Juan, knowing you,

you'll need a spare.

Gracias, amigo.

They'll probably
be coming from the north
or the northeast.

Then we go out there
and shoot them.

Too dangerous!

They can
come up anywhere.

Yes.
We dare not face
them on their terms.

We should take
a horse out there and
when they go for it...

Tecopa,
that's cruel!

Well,
these are cruel times!

Can't we make noise
with something else?

That is
a good idea, Fu-ito.

Any noise works,

it doesn't
have to be a horse.

We could make noise
on something like this,

and then
when they come up,
we shoot them.

Yes, an ambush.

We will lead them into
our very gun-muzzles.

We will make Rejection
our last bastion,
our last line of defense!

Our Alamo!

Juan, we were the
losers at the Alamo.

Speak for
yourself, gringo.

More cans.
I need more cans.

I'm eating
as fast as I can.

What is all this?

When they come,
how do we know they come?
We cannot see them.

Well,
that is a concern.

When the ground shakes...

...we know they are here.

Dandy.

What is a punt gun?

It has something to do
with shooting ducks.
A great many ducks.

"Pour in one pound
of shot or balls.
Ram it down tight."

Won't we
need the horses?

I mean,
if we lose the fight?

Can't have them making
unnecessary noise.
Might spoil our trap.

And we're not
going to lose, Fu-ito.

Shall we begin?

Maybe we should
try again tomorrow.

Perhaps Pyong was right.

Perhaps they've
bypassed us for
Carson City.

I don't know.

The ridge at the
south end of the valley
is all rock, like a big wall.

I don't think
they can get past it.

They gotta be somewhere.

No! Fu!

Get inside!

But I wanna fight, too!

Fu, Fu.

The store is our fort.

We can't ever leave
the fort unguarded.

You stay inside
and keep guard.

Now!

You missed!
With a cannon!

Where did it go?

Maybe the noise
scared him away.

Mr. Gummer,
it's coming!
It's coming back!

Hiram,
quick!

Yeah!

It worked!

It stinks!

There!
Two more to go.

Take your positions!
Fu Yien, back inside!

Juan!

Did it do that
on purpose?

Juan, look out!

Huh?

Cannot shoot through dirt.

Come on,
you son of a bitch!

Ay caramba.
Tecopa, gracias.

Astonish...

Astonishingly clever,
my man.

It take your gun.
Did it know?

I fear they
are very intelligent.

But not as smart as us.

No. Not as smart as us.
There's only one left.

Now,
where the hell is it?
Let it show itself.

Tecopa.

Is it leaving?

No. No,
it's circling, listening.

For prey.

What do we do?

It seems like
our rifles aren't strong
enough to kill it.

Without the punt gun,
I feel we're lost.

So, we just stop
the fight, then?
Give up?

Maybe we take
traction engine.
Try to get away.

It moves so slowly.

And you would
leave our town?

You have ideas
for killing it?

A man must learn
to sail in all winds.

We must do what we can
with what we have.

Well said.

You have black powder.

Maybe we could
blow it up somehow.

Sure!
We make big firecracker.

- I know how.
- Excellent!

But quietly.

Move very, very slowly.

Fu Yien, you go inside
and get twine for fuse.

Okay.

What are you doing?

The powder
for the fuse
must be very fine.

Almost there.
Just another few minutes.

Fu!

Fu!

I can't see the door!

Fu, Fu, stay very quiet.

Make noise!

Out here!

Hey!

Why doesn't
it come for us?
For the noise?

I don't know!
They keep learning
our every trick!

Mama.
He's over here!

Go on.
That's it, boy.
Good boy!

Run, run!

Hurry up.
For the wagon!
To the wagon!

Get on!

Oh, good Lord!

Let's get the rifles!

The bomb!

Pyong,
you must finish the bomb!

- I need more time!
- Hurry!

We'll never have time
to finish that!

I have an idea!

Pyong,
that big belt!

Excellent! Excellent!

Tecopa! Help us here!

All we need is
some kind of hook!

I know where.

Over here, Juan!

Go!

Oh, watch out!

Mrs. Lord,
are you well?

All right.
Are you all right?

Well, yes, I am.

Tecopa?

Ay, gracias, amiguito.

You got 'em,
Mr. Gummer.

Yes, Hiram.
You got 'em.

No, no.

We got 'em.

Hiram,
the bank has
approved your loan.

You can
hire new workers.
Reopen the mine.

Well, if I recall,
it no longer belongs to me.

It's yours, Hiram.
It's your mine.

We couldn't
cheat you that way.

You need it
worse than we do.

That's very kind of you.

But I'll
only assume ownership
under two conditions.

Conditions?

We agree
never to tell anyone
about the dirt dragons.

If word of them
ever got out, no one
would ever settle here.

And the second condition?

That the first
proceeds of the mine
are used to build a hotel,

and a market
with real walls.

To pay off Juan's land,
and, uh...

Tecopa,
what do you what?

A new statue.
One that looks like me.

And to commission
a statue for Tecopa.

Is everyone
agreed to this?

I am fearfully
out-classed.

It's good
you've decided to stay.

I shall personally
supervise the mine.

I mean,
as soon as I learn
how it all works.

And uh,
I've selected an excellent
location for my home.

On high ground.
Readily defended.

It will even
have a basement.

That's an awful lot
of room for one person.

Ideally,

it won't be
for just one.

Oh, I really
am hopeless.

You'll get better
with a little practice.

In the meantime,

I purchased something
that might aid in your
success as a marksman.

Oh. Dandy.

Hiram.

Um...

Uh-huh.