(BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Awful soft dirt in here. Make sure you shore it up good.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
It's like working inside a cow down here.
Una vaca plata that is going to pay off my ranch.
(LAUGHS) Your ranch.
VICTOR: 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. (LOW GROWL)
(VICTOR GRUNTING IN PAIN)
Victor?
(WATER DRIPPING)
Victor? Ugh! (COUGHS)
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. (CREATURE GROWLING)
(SCREAMING) Jefe! Jefe!
(SCREAMING)
Damn it!
(ALL SHOUTING)
MINER: Juan! Where are ya?
(CREATURE GROWLING)
(MEN SCREAMING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
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.
WOMAN: 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.
(EXCLAIMS) 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."
(KEYS CLICKING)
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.
Betyou!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
MAN: Yeah, see you later now!
(STAGECOACH APPROACHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
The stage is coming! It's coming!
Tecopa, Ms. Christine, the stage! It's coming!
What do you think he looks like? TECOPA: He's probably fat.
Rich people are always fat.
WOMAN 1: Oh, my word.
MAN: Anybody in there? WOMAN 2: It's full of luggage.
(ALL CLAMORING)
WOMAN 2: It's about time. WOMAN 3: Indeed it is.
MAN: Pardon me, ma'am. WOMAN 2: Let me in there.
WOMAN 3: Can't wait to get out of this place.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) No one got out.
Mr. Hiram Gummer?
I am he.
I am (SAYS NAME IN MANDARIN) Pyong Chang.
This is my market.
You're not very fat. Quiet. (SPEAKS MANDARIN)
(EXCLAIMS) You must have enough money to burn a wet mule, huh? (LAUGHS)
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?
(CHUCKLES)
That's just dandy. The last?
CHRISTINE: 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 abandonedit
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.
(GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)
This is our bank. Closed, of course.
Our blacksmith, also closed.
And our post office. Closed.
Of course. Quite the bustling metropolis.
(SNIGGERS)
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) "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.
(SIGHS)
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?
(SIGHS) No. We need him.
(PIANO PLAYING)
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.
(CHUCKLES)
(STOPS PLAYING)
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.
JUAN: 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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
Have you all taken leave ofyoursenses?
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. JUAN: Sefior 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?
Sefior, I'm just telling you, they are scared.
(SIGHS)
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.
OLD FRED: 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.
SefiorGummer, your horse is ready.
SefiorGummer.
Good morning.
Uh, sefior 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...
Maybe just... Thank you. Ah, very good.
(GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah, I haven't been on a horse since I...
Since my sixth birthday party.
No, actually, that was a camel.
Oh, whoa. (CHUCKLES)
FU: Mr. Gummer! Yes?
This is for you. Oh, I beg your pardon.
This is the Wild West. Never go unarmed.
(STAMMERS) 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.
(SIGHS)
All the better. No need to waste my money on cowards.
Men, this is the patrén, Mr. Hiram Gummer.
These are the Walter brothers,
Brick and Stony. HIRAM: Uh-huh.
This is Big Horse Johnson. HIRAM: 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.
Vémonos.
MAN: Wait. JUAN: Ah, that was Jefe. Our foreman.
My hat. (GROANING IN DISGUST)
(GROANING)
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. (LAUGHS)
I pray that we are correct.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Well, sun's gettin' low. Might as well set up camp.
We can't camp here.
I need trees.
(CAMPFIRE CRACKLING)
(BOTHLAUGH)
It's better for the posture.
(SPITS)
(PLAYING OUT OF TUNE)
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.
(SOGGY PLAYING ACCORDION)
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.
(SUDDEN CRASH) (MUSIC STOPS)
What on earth?
(GASPS)
(SNUFFLING)
(HORSE WHINNYING)
Oh, damn, we'll be hours finding them horses.
S0993', you sorry sack!
I'm gonna pound you blue!
Easy, easy, everybody.
You pound him, Brick! (LAUGHS)
He's always fartin' around.
(LAUGHS)
Where the hell are you?
It won't do you no good hidin'!
Céllate.
Do you hear that?
BRICK: Soggy, the longer I'm lookin', the madder I get!
(BRICK SCREAMS)
HIRAM: Good Lord, what? Tarnation!
(BRICK SCREAMING)
Brick! You all right?
Stony! Don't you go shooting blind out there!
STONYI Brick!
Well, where is he?
Don't know! He ain't out there!
(HORSES SNORTING)
Who's that?
Who's over there? We've got guns over here.
(CREATURE SHRIEKING)
(GASPS) (SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING IN ANGUISH)
What... What... What in God's name?
(CREATURES CHATTERING)
(TEAPOT WHISTLING)
(FEARFUL SCREAMING)
You gotta shoot faster! Kill it, man!
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION)
We've got to get up somewhere! Where?
Over on that rock!
(CREATURE SHRIEKS)
(CREATURE SCREAMS)
JUAN: SefiorGummer! Over here on the rock! On the rock!
(GRUNTING)
Big Horse! Over here! You gotta get off the ground!
(RUMBLING)
Big Horse! Here!
JUAN: No! Big Horse, you can't shoot it!
HIRAM: This way, man! Quickly!
JUAN: Get on the rock!
(BIG HORSE SCREAMING)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Good heaven.
(GROANS) 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.
HIRAM: It has no eyes.
How did they find us?
(CREATURE SHRIEKS) (SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
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.
(GRUNTING)
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.
(LAUGHS)
They're back! They're back! It's Juan and Mr. Gummer! They're back!
HIRAM: 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 ofdangen
"Salary, negotiable."
New, 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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) 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 'oath.!
Not bad at all.
(STEAM WHISTLE BLOWING)
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.
(SCOFFS)
(ENGINES ROARING)
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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) Very narrow down there.
He's the only one small enough to widen it.
(STAMMERS) 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.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
As Old Fred would say, that's a real gully washer.
Don't look at me. I had nothing to do with it.
(LAUGHS)
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.
(THUNDER CONTINUES CLAPPING) 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?"
CHRISTINE: A curious philosophy.
I would venture that it matters not how you spend your money,
but how you spend your life.
(SOFTLY) Mr. Gummer.
Don't interrupt your elders.
Never you mind, Mrs. Lord.
I'll amend my misspent life when the Grim Reaper comes calling.
(CRASH OF THUNDER)
I recommend that you keep that hog leg skinned.
Unless you got a desire to bejumpin' 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 lnjun over there? HIRAM: No, no, no, no, no.
It's not so much a "who" as a "what."
They spring from the ground like...
(SIGHS) 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.
(SHUSHES)
Throw it high?
No, no, no. You throw it right straight at me.
Okay, you ready?
Anytime.
(EXHALES)
What?
We thought you'd shoot apple. Yeah.
Obviously, we are expecting to see a demonstration of...
You're hired.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) 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.
(THUNDER ROLLING)
Ah, Well.
Thank you for your time.
(THUNDER CONTINUES ROLLING)
Double Eagle.
A down payment.
KELLY: Tell you what.
You throw in them there cufflinks,
and you got yourself a deal.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
KELLY: 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. LU WAN: Juan!
Take this.
Oh, but, Lu Wan, I still can't afford it, no.
No credit, it's a gift.
JUAN". 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.
(TAPPING ON THE ROCKS)
Juan killed one right here.
(TAPPING CONTINUES)
(SHUSHING)
(JUAN SPEAKS SPANISH)
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?
JUAN: 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.
KELLY: 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.
JUAN: Look, look, look, look.
Here, here
(WATER RUNNING)
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.
JUAN: You know, we piped that hot water out only six months ago.
HIRAM: Then, those creatures grew large quite quickly.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
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.
HIRAM: Good Lord.
This does not bode well.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Now that is one catawampusly chawed-up rig.
As I keep saying... (SOFTLY) Saying.
These things are not to be trifled with.
Old Fred?
(SCREAMS)
(HORSES WHINNYING)
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.
(JUAN CLEARING THROAT)
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.
KELLY: 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.
HIRAM: 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.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS) Mr. Kelly.
You can't see the door if you're facing this direction.
Always be prepared.
(JUAN SNORING)
(SNUFFLING)
(SNORTING)
(SNORING)
(CREATURE GROANING)
(SCREAMS OUT IN SPANISH)
(SHRIEKS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
What in God's name?
(CREATURE SCREAMING)
So, was that them?
No! No!
Something new.
(BULLETS CLINKING)
(CREATURE SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
You said to pick something I was comfortable with.
You're right. I did say that.
(SNIFFS)
What in Sam Hill is that smell?
It's them. That's the smell.
Remember, sefior?
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!
JUAN: 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.
(STAMMERS) 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.
(HIRAM STAMMERS)
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.
KELLY: You line up this blade with this notch. (GUN COCKS)
Then you just squeezethetflggen
(GRUNTS) You don't jerk it.
(GRUNTS)
(RUMBLING)
JUAN: Oh!
JUAN: It's all right.
They cannot break through the floor beams.
Now you just relax.
(PANTING) You just let your eyes,
your brain, your hand, your trigger finger, okay?
All becomes one.
(DISTANT RUMBLING)
(GASPS)
It's all right. You got consistency now.
This is a waste of time!
(CLENCHES JAW) What do you expect?
You wanna learn in 20 minutes what took me 20 years?
(CRASHING AND BREAKING)
(CREATURE ROARING)
(CREATURE SHRIEKS)
They cannot break through the floor,
so they are tearing it apart.
How could a snake be so strong?
(RUMBLING)
(JUAN SCREAMS)
Look at that! They decoyed us!
Good Lord! How smart are they?
Esta malo, we're gonna have nothing left to stand on.
(DOOR CREAKING)
A telegraph?
JUAN: Yes, but it's no good for us.
We don't know the clicking code.
(HOARSELY) Well, click anything!
Surely someone will hear us.
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(CLICKING)
FU: I don't know what it means. It's not in Morse code.
CHRISTINE: 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?
(KEYS CLAC KING)
Must you tap so loudly?
(SCREAMS)
(ROARING)
Letyour lead fly, man!
(SHRIEKING)
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 supposedto 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!
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING) 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 EXCLAIMING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
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!
(CREAKING)
(CRUMBLING NOISE)
There is not much floor left.
They'll be makin' their move any time.
Get ready.
This may be it.
(RUMBLING)
(CREATURE RUMBLING)
Now what are they up to?
(SCREECHING)
Mr. Kelly! (SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOT)
Eat this!
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
I'm out! I'm out!
Christine is coming, SefiorGummer!
Christine! Over here!
(SHRIEKING)
Just drive the wagon!
CHRISTINE: Where's Mr. Kelly?
JUAN: Dead! Go! Go! Go!
Well done, Mrs. Lord!
Are they following us?
I can't tell!
Yes! They are following us!
(ROARING)
Faster!
They're at their limit! (SHOUTS) Come on!
We shall see!
(HORSES NEIGHING)
(CREATURE GROWLING)
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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) 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.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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?
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
"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.
(TELEGRAM MACHINE CLACKING)
Fools! (CHUCKLES)
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." (CHUCKLES)
"Giant worms."
One ticket...
Sir? Your ticket?
(MUMBLING)
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.
(SQUEAKING)
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.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
What poor soul would be coming here now?
It's Mr. Gummer!
Come on! Whoa!
"A ferocious arrival"?
Hvah!
(HIRAM CHUCKLING)
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!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
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!
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
We Will fight!
Right!
(BOTH SPEAKING MAN DARIN)
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.
PYONG: Then we go out there and shoot them.
(EXCLAIMS) 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,
itdoesn% 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. (SPEAKS MANDARIN) I need more cans.
I'm eating as fast as I can.
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
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...
(RATTLING)
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?
(GRUNTS)
(CLANGING)
(CLANGING CONTINUES)
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.
(CANS RATTLING)
(GASPS)
(RUMBLING)
No! Fu! (SPEAKS MANDARIN)
Get inside! (SPEAKS MANDARIN)
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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
TECOPAI NOW!
(ROARING)
(RUMBLING)
You missed! With a cannon!
CHRISTINE: Where did it go?
JUAN: Maybe the noise scared him away.
(RUMBLING)
Mr. Gummer, it's coming! It's coming back!
Hiram, (SPEAKS MAN DARIN) quick!
(GRUNTS)
(ROARING)
(GROANING)
Yeah! (JUAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
It worked!
(EXCLAIMS) It stinks!
(CANS RATTLING)
There! Two more to go.
Take your positions! Fu Yien, back inside!
Juan!
(ROARING)
Did it do that on purpose?
CHRISTINE: Juan, l00k out!
Huh?
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) Cannot shoot through dirt.
(ROARING)
(SHOUTING)
Come on, you son of a bitch!
(SCREECHING)
(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)
Ay caramba. Tecopa, gracias.
Astonish...
(WHISPERS) Astonishingly clever, my man.
It take your gun. Did it know?
Ifearthey 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.
(SCREAMING)
(ROARING)
Tecopa.
(GRUMBLING)
(CANS RATTLING)
(ROARING)
(WHISPERING) Is it leaving?
No. No, it's circling, listening.
For Prey-
(ROARING)
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.
(LU WAN SPEAKING MANDARIN)
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?
(SPEAKS MANDARIN)
A man must learn to sail in all winds.
We must do what we can with what we have.
(CANS RATTLING)
Well said.
You have black powder.
Maybe we could blow it up somehow.
Sure! We make big firecracker.
I know how. HIRAM: 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.
(CLACKING)
Fu!
(ROARING)
Fu!
I can't see the door!
Fu, Fu, stay very quiet.
Make noise!
Out here!
Hey!
(SCREECHING)
Why doesn't it come for us? For the noise?
I don't know! They keep learning our every trick!
FU: Mama. He's over here!
HIRAM: Go on. That's it, boy. Good boy!
(ROARING)
LU WAN: Run, run!
Hurry up. For the wagon! To the wagon!
Get on!
Oh, good Lord!
Let's get the rifles!
The bomb!
(SCREAMING)
(SHRIEKING)
HIRAM: Pyong, you must finish the bomb!
I need more time! HIRAM: Hurry!
(FRIGHTENED SCREAMING)
We'll never have time to finish that!
I have an idea!
(SHRIEKING)
(CURSES IN SPANISH)
HIRAM: Pyong, that big belt!
Excellent! Excellent!
Tecopa! Help us here!
All we need is some kind of hook!
I know where.
HIRAM: Over here, Juan!
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMING)
Go!
(ALL SCREAMING)
HIRAM: Oh, watch out!
(ROARING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL SIGH IN RELIEF)
HIRAM: Mrs. Lord, are you well?
All right. Are you all right?
Well, yes, I am.
Tecopa?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Ay, gracias, amiguito.
You got 'em, Mr. Gummer.
Yes, Hiram. You got 'em.
No, no.
We got 'em.
(ALL CHEERING)
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.
(SPEAKS MANDARIN) 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, uhH.
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. (CHUCKLES)
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.
(LAUGHING)
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)