(bright orchestral music)
(intense orchestral music)
(soft harmonica music)
(tense orchestral music)
(soft harmonic music continues)
(soft dramatic music)
(soft dramatic music continues)
(soft harmonica music)
(tense orchestral music)
(soft dramatic music)
(eerie orchestral music)
(hammer banging) (chain jangling)
(doors creaking)
(wind whistling)
(doors open and closes) (men chattering)
- Let's go.
- Well, it's about time, fellas!
Bring that generator over here!
- All right, all right. - All right.
(generator clattering)
(wind whistling)
That's it, I'm going nuts. - Oh!
- I can't take any more of this.
You know, it's been 11 days, six hours.
- Is that all you can think about? Getting laid?
I mean, she's coming up tomorrow.
- Come on. I'm not talking about getting laid.
I'm talking about that's how long it's been
since I last saw her. - Oh, I'm sorry.
I must have lost my head. - Jesus.
You must think I'm a sex maniac or something.
Actually, it's been 11 days, seven hours
since I last got laid. - Now why would I think
you're a sex maniac? - (chuckles) Hey,
what can I say?
I looked at the clock next to the bed.
I like to remember the major events in my life.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Come on. Let's go, let's go, right over there.
(both grunting)
- Okay.
- Now, Mark, we're operating on channel two.
Keep those radios on all the time you're in the mine.
- Right, right. - Any questions,
don't hesitate to ask, huh?
- Right:
- Now when we're in the mine, the rules are simple enough
for even you guys to understand.
(Mark chuckles) No fucking around,
watch your step and keep track of your buddies.
This place has been closed since 1912.
No telling what kind of shape it's in.
- Dan and I have reopened a lot of these mines,
and fellas, as long as you do exactly as you're told,
there shouldn't be anything to worry about.
You got that, Rog? - Oh, yes sir!
- (laughs) Where'd you find this guy?
- Under a rock.
- Good. He should feel right at home.
Okay. Move it guys.
Get going. (Mark sighs)
(wind whistling)
- Hey, isn't Brian coming? - Yeah, he'll catch up to us.
He's gotta check in with the office.
- Oh, Great. Brian gets the trailer and we get the shaft.
(Mark chuckles)
- You guys hang back about 10, 15 feet.
- What are we doing? - He's checking the beams.
See if we have to replace any.
(hammer banging) (debris pattering)
- That one's all right.
- "That one's all right"?
"That one's all right"?
Ah, maybe Brian needs some help with the trailer.
You know, I'm a good trailer man.
- Come on.
- Well, this one's gotta go. (chalk scraping)
(footsteps shuffling)
- Hey, Why'd they close this mine in the first place?
- Cave in. (debris pattering)
- I don't think we're getting paid enough for this job.
(hammer banging)
(debris rumbling)
- Jesus.
You guys all right? - Ah.
Ah, yeah, yeah, we're fine.
- You smell anything? - No.
No, why? - I just shit my pants.
(Mark chuckling)
(ominous orchestral music)
(wire clattering)
- I really wish you wouldn't save these
little surprises for me.
I know what your blind dates are like.
- It's not not a blind date. - Yeah, right.
- No, she's coming up for the weekend
to help Jessica move in.
Her name's Trish. They went to school together.
- You know, I remember the last date you fixed me up with.
She was a great girl. Quasimodo's daughter.
- No, no, you're, you're gonna like Trish. Really.
(wind whistling)
You close?
- All set.
(generator rumbling)
- Let there be light.
(dynamite scraping)
There we go.
- Yeah, you're right, Dan. It is bad.
- Well, this'll bring it down. What do you say?
You wanna run or do you wanna walk?
- Oh hell, let's walk. (Dan chuckles)
All right. (fuse cutting)
(lighter clicking)
(fuse sizzling)
- Let's jog. - Let's jog.
(tools clattering)
(fuse sizzling)
- I'm telling you, you and Trish
are really gonna hit it off. - Look, I'll have all weekend
to decide for myself, okay?
-All right, kill the lights, as soon as she blows,
we're outta here. - Right.
- She's got perfect breasts. - Oh, give me a break.
"Perfect breasts." - I'm telling you?
I saw 'em. - You saw 'em?
Both of 'em? - Yes.
We were all in a hot tub together.
- A hot tub? - Mm-hmm.
(dynamite exploding) (debris banging)
(ominous orchestral music)
(door opens)
(wind whistling)
(Roger groaning)
- Hey guys, you've put in good day's work.
Let me buy you a beer. - Hey, not tonight, Brian.
Roger and I gotta pack.
We're moving into our new house tomorrow after work.
- Thanks anyway. - Bye.
(engine starting) (horn honking)
(engine revving) (Roger and Mark laugh)
See ya in the morning!
- Thanks for the warning!
(soft orchestral music)
- Oh my God! (tires screeching)
(car slamming)
(engine idling)
(engine revving) (tires spinning)
(ignition clicking)
(lights clicking) Shit.
Goddamn deer.
(door closes)
(soft orchestral music)
(soft music continues)
(doors open)
(door opens)
(items clattering)
Dammit.
(switch clicking)
(fridge buzzing)
(hand pounds) Shut up.
(switch clicking)
(receiver clacking)
(dial pad clicking)
Hi, it's me.
I'm over at the house.
I thought I'd stop by on my way home. Get it heated up.
Tomorrow. They're moving in.
Did you wanna get up early and do it?
(chuckles) I didn't think so.
Listen, ah, (sighs) I'm gonna have to stay over.
'Cause the car's in a ditch.
No, a deer ran out in front of me.
I did brake. That's why the car's in the damn ditch.
(tense orchestral music)
Think of me, there's not a crumb of food to eat up here,
I'm starving already.
Ah, no, it's all right, there's no point
in you missing work tomorrow.
I'll get it pulled out and call you if there's a problem.
I'll be fine. See you tomorrow.
(tense orchestral music) I love you too.
(receiver clacking)
(matches rattling)
(door opens)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(switch clicks)
(matches rattling)
(match striking)
(flame flickering)
(Boogen rustling)
(flashlight scraping)
(matches rattling)
(switch clicks) (Boogen rustling)
(footsteps tapping)
(rustling)
(switch clicks)
(door closes)
(wind whistling)
(Boogen rustling)
(suspenseful music) (Boogen breathing heavily)
(claws scraping)
(Boogen chittering)
(Boogen breathing heavily)
(claws scraping)
(Boogen rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Boogen rustling)
(Boogen breathing heavily) (claws scraping)
(knife clinking)
(claws scraping)
(Boogen breathes heavily)
(suspenseful music continues)
(claws scraping) (body thumping)
(Martha screaming) (knife clacking)
(body slams) (intense orchestral music)
(screaming) No! on God!
Please, help me!
No, no! Please, God, no!
(intense music continues)
(screaming continues)
(tow truck clanks and whirls)
- It's a '74 Ford station wagon.
Colorado plates, C as in Charlie,
B as in baker, F as in freezing,
which is what my ass is doing out here, 117.
Run it back. - Roger, Dean.
Will do.
That's "Charlie, baker, freezing, 117."
Colorado plates.
- Say, did you talk to Garth today?
- [Dispatcher] He phoned about 20 minutes ago.
It's 82 in St. Petersburg.
Skies are sunny.
- Well get back to me on the make.
This is unit five, clear.
- [Dispatcher] Base, clear.
(tow truck whirring)
(eerie orchestral music)
(wind whistling)
(tools clattering)
- Now what?
He wants to string lights this far?
- Well, according to this map,
this shaft is supposed to split in two right here.
(footsteps shuffling)
- (exhales) Try again,
- Well, Brian, it's up to you.
You can keep the luggage and the cookware,
or you could trade it for what's in tunnel number one,
tunnel number two, or tunnel number three.
(Brian moans)
- This way.
(footsteps pattering)
- Cave in. - Yeah.
- Well, you think this is the one that closed
the mine in 1912?
- Well, there's no way of telling.
It's not even on the goddamn map.
None of these maps are any good.
(maps rustling) - What'|| we do?
- No wonder, the damn thing is 70 years old.
Hell. Well, I gotta go back and call the office.
See if they can come up with anything newer.
Meantime, I want you guys to start clearing this outta here.
Come on. Let's go.
(tools clinking)
(Roger sighing)
(wind whistling)
(engine revving)
- Come on, Molly. You can make it. (laughs)
- You haven't changed at all.
You're still the kind of girl who names her car.
- (chuckles) Well, at least I'm not as bad as Roger.
You know, he names certain parts of his body.
- You're kidding. (Jessica chuckles)
- Are you ready for this call?
He calls it Herman.
(both laughing)
- Oh, you do make quite a pair.
- Yeah. (Trish laughs)
(engine idling)
- (exhales) Trish? - Mm?
- Honey, you're supposed to be the navigator, remember?
- Well, I know, but it would be a lot easier
if they color-coded the roads to match the maps.
- What? - You know, blue roads
for the blue lines, red roads for the red lines.
- Uh-huh. (Tiger barking)
Well, while you're thinking about that,
I'm gonna take my child out to depreciate nature.
(door opens)
- We go left.
- Oh, great. Now she tells us.
(footsteps crunching) (Trish groans)
Tiger! - Here Tiger, Tiger,
Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!
- Tiger. - Come on, Tiger!
(claps hands) (whistles) Oh!
- Come on, weasel breath!
- Come here, Tiger!
(sighs) Jessica, my feet are getting soaked.
- Yeah, I know. This is dumb.
Let's go back.
(footsteps crunching)
- Damn that dog. Oh!
- I'm sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry.
- Jesse, he does it all the time. Oh.
- Well what can I say? I said I was sorry.
(Trish sighing)
(Tiger barking)
Oh. - Cute.
- Let's strangle the little bastard.
(tiger barking)
(tense orchestral music)
- There you go. (Roger groans)
- Got a college education for this?
- Oughta do it.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water trickling)
Holy shit.
- Well, what is it?
- Come on through and see for yourselves.
Huh. What do you think, guys?
- Oh, incredible.
- Is this a natural cavern?
- Right.
(water splashing)
(water bubbling)
- Hey, what's that? - What?
- Over here.
- What you got? - I don't know.
(intense orchestral music)
That looks human. - Yeah.
It must have been one of those miners that was trapped.
- Say, anytime you guys wanna pack it in is fine with me.
- Hey, look over there.
(water splashing)
(water dripping)
- There must be 20, 30 people here.
- Were, Mark. Were 30 people here.
Now there are only three people and a large pile of bones.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(walkie-talkie scraping)
- Brian. - Yeah?
- I think you better get down here.
(soft orchestral music)
- It's not quite what I expected.
- Why here?
Why didn't he get something near the ski resort?
- With what they want for rent over there?
- Oh. - Look, Roger says
it's supposed to be a great house.
Mark's gonna live there too.
He says it's supposed to be very rustic.
- Oh, don't worry, Jess.
This is a real sweet little town,
and I bet the people are just as friendly as can be.
Hi, how you doing?
- (laughs) God! Oh!
(both laughing)
(engine revving)
Tiger, Stop it!
(door closes)
- Ooh, a brass bed.
- What are you doing? - Trying this little number
for me and Rog. - Total sex maniac.
- Uh-huh. (bed creaking)
- Testing for stability?
- It's been 12 days. Need I say more?
(bed creaks and collapses) Ah!
(both laughing)
- Oh, that serves you right. - Uh-huh.
Go ahead. Get it all out.
I don't think I'll be seeing you much
in the next three days.
- I'm gonna go take a cold shower.
This kind of talk is killing me.
- There's always Mark.
(faucet running)
All dressed up and no place to go?
- There's no hot water.
- I thought you wanted it cold.
- It's coming out in cubes.
Where would the water heater be in this place,
assuming I don't have to boil it over an open fire?
- They're usually in the basement.
(Trish breathes sharply)
(door closes and opens)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(switch clicking)
- Oh boy.
(matches rattling)
(switch clicking)
(suspenseful music)
(match striking)
(flame flickering)
Hmm.
(creaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(creaking)
Jesus.
(shovel scraping)
(box banging) (Tiger barking)
Ooh! You stupid little bastard!
Wait till I get my hands on you!
(switch clicking)
(eerie music)
(claws pattering)
(door opens)
- Yeah, I don't wanna hear it.
- I'm gonna grab her,
I'm gonna rip off her clothes piece by piece
- And savor e-very inch
of that beautiful naked body. - Rog.
- Then I'm gonna carry her into the bedroom,
lay her out on the bed, start with her toes,
lick my way up. - Jesus, you're gross.
- Hold it.
Hold it.
I just got a call back from Denver.
They've got some updated maps for us.
So Roger, I want you to go down there tonight, pick 'em up.
- (chuckles) You're kidding me, aren't you, Brian?
- I'm deadly serious. - Brian, my girl
just got up here, it's been 12 days.
- What in the hell am I running, a dating game?
I'm trying to open a mine.
- How about I go?
- Yeah, how about he goes? - I need Mark here
with string and wire tomorrow.
- Brian, any night but tonight.
Look, I'll be glad to work late if I-
- You don't have to leave here before 3:00 AM
which will be enough time for whatever it is
you have in mind. (Mark chuckles)
And I want you back here tomorrow afternoon, 3:30.
- Right. - No later.
- Yeah, yeah. Oh, what about wheels?
- Where you gonna be tonight?
- Probably dinner in town.
- Well, Dan and I'll be shooting pool at The Cozy.
Come over there and get the keys to the pickup.
- All right. - About nine?
- Yeah, that's good. - Okay, see you then.
- Hey, kid. Don't work too hard. (laughs)
- (chuckles) Yeah, right. (Mark laughing)
(door opens)
What are you laughing at? - Oh, nothing.
Come on. You couldn't screw all night if you wanted to.
- What? You dare question the virility of Hormone Man?
(engine starting) Why it's Hormone Man!
Able to leap tall women who are lightly bound!
Hormone Man!
Oh, fighting for Ruth and Luscious and Ellie May.
Hormone Man!
(tense orchestral music)
- (screams) Oh Roger, stop! (Roger laughing)
Oh God, please stop! (bed creaking)
Oh! Oh, please stop.
(Jessica screams and laughs)
- Hey, What's going on? - Oh my God!
- And I thought you were being attacked by a total stranger.
- No, get off. - Hiya, Trish.
Hey, all dressed up and no place to go, huh?
- No wonder you two guys get along so well.
You both love the same crummy jokes.
- Ooh. (Trish gasps)
I'm, I'm sorry. Ah, I'm Mark.
- Oh, yeah. Hi.
Trish.
(Jessica chuckling) (Roger whistling)
(pillow whacks)
Ah, if you don't mind,
I'll just finish what I started.
- I mind, I most definitely mind. (chuckles)
- Roger, you've been in the mountain too long.
It's affected your brain.
- Yeah, you're right, but my brain
is not the part of my body that has a problem.
(Jessica laughing)
(bed creaking)
- Hey, you guys wanna close the door or charge admission?
- Oh, hi, Mark. - Hello, Jessica.
- Goodbye, Mark. (both laughing)
- Yeah, goodbye.
- (laughs) Tiger, get out. (Tiger growling)
Oh! Get!
Go away, boy, go!
- Tiger. - Oh God, just stop!
Oh God, please stop! I'll kill you!
Oh!
(cans clinking)
(door slams)
(can tab clacks)
(Tiger growls and barks)
- Hi, killer.
(Tiger barking)
What is it, Lassie? ls Timmy in trouble?
(Tiger whining)
(claws patter and scratch)
Hey, whatever's down there is probably twice your size
and gonna beat the crap outta you
with three paws tied behind his back.
(Tiger growls and barks)
Okay. You ready?
(door opens) Kill!
Yeah, I thought so. (door closes)
Come over here and sit down.
I think it's time for man to dog talk.
Come up here. That a boy.
You listen to me.
This could be a very long winter,
especially for you if you don't clean up your act.
Now there's a real cold garage out there
with your name on it, pal.
- Oh, see you already know Tiger.
- Oh, only too well.
- Any more beer? - In the fridge.
Help yourself.
We're practically in-laws.
(can tab clacks) - What do you say, Tiger?
How about a beer?
- Oh, screw him. He's underage.
(Tiger barks and growls)
Don't you have a couch to rip up
or a rug to pee on somewhere?
(Paws pattering)
- He listens to you.
- Well, Jessica just spoils him.
He knows I mean business.
Oh, did she tell you what I got Tiger for Christmas?
Oh, I made a miniature doggy electric chair.
It really works. I made it myself.
- Ah, do you do this for a hobby
or are you a professional pet executioner?
- Well, I'm just putting my college education to work.
Electrical engineering.
- How'd you become a miner?
- A couple of companies asked me to take engineering jobs
right after I graduated. (can clattering)
You know, suit and tie outfits.
I wasn't quite ready for that yet.
So Roger and I, we came up to the mountains to hide out.
The mining thing, it's just a job.
So, ah, what's your story? (can tab clacks)
- Well, Jess and I went to school together, journalism,
and I just got a job at the Denver Post,
so I moved out here from Pennsylvania two weeks ago.
- So you're a writer.
- Sunday Magazine. Sort of an assistant.
- Ah.
Well, it's nice meeting you.
- Same.
(cans clink)
(knocking on door) (Tiger barking)
- Excuse me.
(footsteps receding)
(Tiger barking)
(wind howling)
Hi. Ah, come on in.
- Thanks, thanks, ah, I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm looking for the lady
that owns this house, Martha Chapman.
- Well, I haven't seen her. Trish?
- No, we haven't seen anyone since we got here
this afternoon about four.
- Well, she was supposed to have come up
and opened the house for you.
That's the last anybody's heard from her.
We found her car about a mile and a half up the road.
- Well, my partner signed the lease.
I never met the people.
- Is that this Roger Lowrie?
- Ah, yeah. - Is he here?
- Mm.
- Well, I'd like to talk to him.
- Oh, ah, well, I'll just be a minute then.
(footsteps receding)
(Roger breathes heavily)
(Jessica moaning)
(both kissing)
- Watch this. (knock on door)
(Roger sighs)
- Hey, Roger. - Oh.
- (sighs) This better be good. (knocking continues)
- Look, did either you or Jessica see a woman around here,
Martha Chapman? (Roger sighs)
- That's not good enough. - Roger, I'm serious.
- What is this a joke?
- No, it's the cops.
- Sorry we couldn't have been more help to you.
- Well, if you do see or hear from her, call me, all right?
- You got it. - Thanks.
(door opens) (Tiger barking)
Gosh, I'll get him. - No!
- It's okay. We let him play outside all the time.
- Yeah, we're training him to play in the road.
(all chuckle) - Okay, thanks.
(wind whistling)
(door closes)
(Roger exhaling)
- Wait a minute, now that you guys are up,
how about some dinner? - Nothing personal,
but I don't think we can wait till breakfast.
(wind whistling)
(map crinkling)
(door opens and closes)
(wind whistling)
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(eerie orchestral music)
(engine revving)
Come on, Jessica. - Bad dog.
Now you stay, that's right.
You can't go 'cause you don't have a date.
Don't chew on anything while I'm gone.
That goes for socks, robes, shirts, chairs, and underwear.
And especially my shoes.
Now, if I catch you eating a shoe when I get home,
I'm gonna have Roger stuff it right up your little nose.
- Come on. - Coming.
(door closes)
(sighs) What a baby.
(Tiger barking) (car door opens and closes)
(engine revving)
(door creaking)
(shoe rustling)
(truck approaching)
(Jessica sighing) - Not exactly thrilled
about it either, you know. - Oh, this is really great.
The day I get here and you've gotta go to Denver.
- Come on you guys. This is not the end of the world.
You have all winter. - Rog, Masters and Johnson
have found out it's actually possible for a person
to have too much sex.
- Hey, they never came around to interview
any of my major organs. - It's true.
Too much sex can lead to blurred vision,
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Lack of coordination.
- Let's go. - Hurry up, please,
Move, move, move. (laughs) - I didn't see it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, come on.
(customers chattering)
(eerie orchestral music)
(Boogen rustling)
(Tiger growls and barks)
(claws pattering)
(Boogen breathing heavily)
(paw scratching)
(banging)
(claws pattering)
(paw scratching) (door creaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Tiger barking) (Boogen rustling)
(claws pattering)
(Tiger whining)
(intense orchestral music)
(trash clattering)
(Tiger whining)
(claws scratching) (bottle clinking)
(doorbell rings)
- When the food gets up and walks out on you,
that's where I draw the line.
- My hero.
- Listen, tomorrow we definitely have to stop at the store.
We can't live all weekend over here.
- It wouldn't be the first time.
(all chuckle) - I brought some stuff up.
- You brought food up? - Yeah.
- We have stores here now.
These people are past the Indian bread and bear meat stage.
- I've seen a couple I don't think are.
- It's just some stuff when I was cleaning out
the apartment, some soup and a cake mix.
I'm gonna make a cake tomorrow.
- Hey, you remembered. - What?
- Tomorrow's the anniversary of your first orgasm.
- You're so gross, get him! - Oh, that's awful.
- Get him, Trish! - Got him!
(all laughing) - Again!
(snowballs thumping) - Oh, bullseye!
(all laughing) (upbeat rock music)
- Hey, Jessica.
Here they are. - Oh. (laughs)
- Hi, boss.
- Minnesota Fats, I'd like you to meet my girl,
Pennsylvania Sexy. (balls clacking)
- Hi. Is he always like this?
- Yeah.
- Guys, this is Trish. - Uh-huh, just Trish.
(all chuckle)
- Well, you gonna stick around for beer?
- No, no, no. Just keys.
I think, ah, if I'm gonna be on the road in a couple hours,
I better try and get some sleep, otherwise I won't make it.
(keys jangling)
- Why don't I go with you? - Ooh,
as much as I'd love that, if you come with me,
sleep's the last thing I'm gonna get.
Why don't you stay and have some fun
and then we'll party tomorrow night, okay?
- Okay.
- Be careful of the roads, kid.
They're gonna be icy. - Yeah, I will.
Thanks a lot. Adios.
- See you, Rog. - Bye-Bye.
- Any of you guys shoot pool?
(balls clacking) (customers chattering)
- Yeah, a little.
(balls clacking)
(soft rock music)
- A little?
(customers chattering)
- Here you go. - Thanks.
- Hey, she works for The Post.
I was just telling her we've got a hell of a feature story
out there at the mine, all that history.
- Oh, sure, cave in, we got bones of old miners down there.
- Come on. - The Black Friday
Mine Disaster is one of the biggest parts
of the local history. - Boy, that must have
really been something. - It's a hell of a story.
- Yeah, well, thank you. I'm gonna check it out.
(balls clacking)
- Son of a bitch!
(customers chattering)
- Eight in the side.
(balls clacking) - Goddamn, did you see that?
(men laughing) - Mm. (chuckles)
- You impressed? - Impressed?
Pissed. I just got my ass kicked.
- Well, listen, I gotta tell you guys,
I get real nervous when there's money on it.
So what do you say, Bri? A buck a game?
- Ah, okay.
(customers chattering)
(soft country music)
- Go get him, Pennsylvania!
(engine idling) (doors open)
(truck door closes)
(engine revving)
(truck door opens and closes)
(wind whistling)
(doors closing)
(door opens and closes)
(switch clicking)
- All right. You've had it now.
Tiger?
(rustling)
Tiger? (rustling)
You better hide. (door closes)
(Roger sighing) (trash clattering)
(creaking) - Tiger?
(balls clacking) - Oh.
(Jessica laughing) Double or nothing.
- Well, it's your money. - Not for long.
- Shit, okay, I'm in. (Brian laughs)
- Roger would love this,
revenge of the working class.
(trash clattering)
- Oh. Tiger, you little shit!
Where are you?
Tiger?
This is it, Tiger.
All right, Tiger. You just blew it.
You just better stay hidden, that's all I can say,
you little putz.
(clothes rustling)
Oh.
(shoes thudding)
(Roger sighing)
(clock clicking)
(Roger exhaling)
(Boogen growling) (claws scraping)
(suspenseful music)
(Roger exhaling)
(switch clicking)
(Roger exhaling) (balls clacking)
(soft pop music)
(customers chattering)
- Hi, good looking. You live around here?
- I'm the new girl in town. - Ah.
Well I noticed you're staring at me.
You've probably seen my face somewhere else before, right?
- I do believe I have.
It's a nice face.
(chuckles) Are you embarrassed?
- No, no, I always react this way
when I feel a deep self-pitying depression come over me.
- I see. Does this happen often?
- Only when I'm afraid that a pretty young woman
might turn me down.
- Well, life's a chance, isn't it?
- Has anyone ever told you you're a pretty young woman?
Oh, well have they told you you've got beautiful eyes?
And a cute nose?
And a sexy mouth? They've told you all that, yeah.
(Trish chuckles) Suddenly I feel
I'm slipping into a deep, self-pitying depression.
- Oh, please, don't stop now.
I love the old complimentary approach.
- Well, I'm not stopping, I'm just running out.
Oh, I know.
How about the old soft music back at my place approach?
Does that do anything for you? - Mm, there's nice music here.
- Oh yeah. Hmm.
Oh, I know, I know.
The old moonlight stroll, that always works, huh.
- Snowing. - Oh, right.
Right, right. Snowing.
Well, ah, well, how about, ah...
- How about the old romantic fire in the fireplace approach?
- "The old romantic fire in the fireplace approach."
- It's my favorite.
- Have I got a fireplace for you.
- Prove it.
(balls clacking)
(Brian and Jessica chuckling) - Jess, I think we're gonna be
heading back to the ranch. - Oh, thank God.
I couldn't win another dime. I'm so embarrassed.
- I'm so broke. (Trish chuckling)
- Now wait a minute.
That's my kid's lunch money you're leaving with.
- Gambling's a sin. - Oh, come on.
Give us a chance to get even. We'll give you a ride back.
Hmm?
- Okay. Steaks for dinner tomorrow.
- Okay. - Great.
- Bye-bye. - See you guys.
- Bye. - Goodnight.
- Ah, rack 'em.
(suspenseful music) (Boogen growling)
(bed frame snapping) - Shit!
(Roger exhaling)
(bed frame clattering)
Goddammit. (fist pounds)
Screw it.
(Roger sighing)
(Roger exhaling)
(claws pattering)
Tiger?
Well screw you too.
(Roger exhaling)
(fridge whirring)
(hand taps)
(claws pattering)
You better keep hiding out
'cause you're gonna get it tomorrow, Tiger.
(switch clicking)
(can tab clacking)
(claw whooshing) (body slams)
What the hell?
(suspenseful orchestral music) (claw whooshing)
Ah! (groaning)
(Boogen growling)
(Roger groaning)
(Roger grunting) (Boogen snarling)
Jesus. (breathes heavily)
(Roger groaning) (board scraping)
(suspenseful music)
(tentacle whooshing) (door smashing)
(intense music)
(Roger screaming) (blood spurting)
(body scraping)
(truck approaching)
(wind howling)
(engine revving)
(Mark and Trish chatter and laugh)
- But it's true. It's true.
- No, it can't be. (laughs)
(door opens)
Oh.
(door closes)
Oh. (Mark chuckles)
It's much better. - Yeah.
Can I get you anything before I make a fire?
- Yes.
God, I like your eyes.
- No, no, no. The name's Mark.
God's this old guy with a beard.
- You're funny too. - You're not so bad yourself.
(alarm clock blaring)
- Where is he?
- Well he probably wanted to get an early start
'cause of the snow.
Oh! - Or 'cause of the bed.
- Now, ah, where were we?
- Right here. - Yeah.
(soft dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(Trish moaning)
(suspenseful music) (claws pattering)
(Boogen breathing heavily)
(gentle orchestral music)
(Boogen breathing heavily)
(claws scraping)
(Trish moaning)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(both moaning)
(fire crackling)
(Trish breathing heavily)
(table banging) (Tiger barking)
- Oh, oh. (Trish chuckles)
(both laughing)
(soft orchestral music)
Whoa. (chuckles) - Sorry.
Did I scare you? - No, no, that's okay.
I didn't think you'd be up.
- No, I didn't sleep very well. Have you seen Tiger?
- Well, we almost had a menage a trois with him last night,
but I haven't seen him since.
- So you didn't let him out? - No, why?
- Well, he didn't sleep on the bed with me last night
and I can't find him this morning.
- (exhales) Well, I'm late for work.
Let's go find him.
(switch clicking)
(footsteps shuffling)
Tiger.
(switch clicking)
(footsteps tapping)
(Mark exhaling) (switch clicking)
- There you are. What are you doing in there?
Come here.
Oh, he's shivering. - On.
- What's the matter? - Well, we probably
scared him last night.
We, ah, knocked over an end table.
- Oh, I don't know. - Hey, listen,
I gotta go to work.
- Hey, what'd you think of her? Isn't Trish neat?
- Very neat.
- (clicks tongue) I'm really glad you like her.
- Hey, I really gotta go.
- Hey, don't forget, chocolate cake tonight.
- Great. See you later.
(eerie orchestral music)
- Well, I have to say it was vandals, I guess.
- Vandals? It's pretty weird for vandals.
- Look, was anything else disturbed in the, the trailer?
The mine here? - Doesn't look like it.
- And that's another strange thing.
We had a lot of radio gear in that trailer.
The stuff they usually go for, not even touched.
- Why hell, somebody could have walked off
with that generator with no trouble at all.
There's five, 600 bucks right there.
- More like a thousand. - Right.
- Well, like I said, it's probably just vandals, that's all.
- (scoffs) Pretty weird for vandals.
(eerie orchestral music)
In fact, it's damn weird for vandals.
(wind whistling)
(Trish exhaling)
- Remind me never to move.
- Have you finished the tub already?
- Yeah, well, it's clean enough
for mountain women and miners.
- Good. And I'll sleep for two hours this afternoon.
- Well, it's really shaping up in here.
- Yep. And my calculations.
Ah yes.
(pan clacking)
- Oh, that smells great.
- Happy homemaker. (oven door closes)
- You sure look content. - Mm-hmm.
- You and Rog ever think about getting married?
- What? And spoil a perfectly bizarre relationship?
- (chuckles) Seriously.
- Can you imagine Roger a father?
- (laughs) No.
- I'd probably end up with eight horny little rugrats,
drinking beer all day.
No thanks.
- Well did you get that list made up?
- Yeah, it's right there on the table.
- Okay, I'll stop at the grocery store
just as soon as I finish at the newspaper office.
- You really gonna do a story on the mine?
- Well, I thought I'd see what they had at least.
If you forgot anything, call me. Silver City Gazette.
- Silver City Gazette. Okay.
Hey, thanks for the bathroom.
- Bye-Bye. - Bye.
(door opens and creaks)
(lights clattering)
(wind whistling)
(tense orchestral music)
(trunk creaking)
(boxes scraping)
(dynamite rustling)
(Blanchard breathes uneasily)
(tense music continues)
(wind whistling)
- You know, I worked for The Post myself.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
In '53, 1953 and '54.
- Really? - On circulation.
I got 'em to put on the first girl paper boys.
(Trish chuckles) Do you know,
there's a story you could write up.
The first girl paper boys in Denver.
- Yeah, that sounds fascinating.
I'm gonna be sure and remember that.
- It's the summer of '53.
Mm-hmm.
Ah, the articles about the mine? Mm.
- Oh yeah, the Cave in. Mm-hmm.
(eerie orchestral music)
(wind whistling)
(Mark groaning)
(tools clinking)
- How's it going, guy? - Okay.
- What are you guys up to?
- Well, we're taking some samples.
Looks like a couple of those old silver veins
cut through here.
Gonna send this stuff up to Denver for analysis.
- Hey, I gotta ask you something about these bones.
- Yeah, what about 'em?
- Well, if these men died from gas or lack of oxygen,
or even if they starved,
it seems like we would've found each skeleton separate.
Not a pile of random bones.
- Yeah, you're right. That is odd.
- Okay, this stuffs ready to go.
Hey, Roger should be back by now.
Head outside, I want you to call the office
and find out what time we left there.
'Cause we need those maps if we're gonna hit
those tunnels this afternoon.
- Well, I'm sure there's no problem or he would've called.
- Well find out anyway.
- All right.
(water dripping)
(tense orchestral music)
(wind whistling)
(Tiger whining) - Go on.
Go on. Don't give me a hard time.
That's more like it. (chuckles)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(doors open and creak)
(suspenseful music continues)
- (sniffing) Boy, I can remember
a lot of stories about those cave ins.
Yeah. Oh, what's this?
"Lieutenant Lee Mull of the US Army was sent up from Denver
to supervise the rescue operation.
By the time he arrived on Tuesday, however,
the rescue attempts had been abandoned and..."
Hmm. That's funny.
They don't say why they gave up.
Yeah, boy, I'm telling you, they couldn't spell
worth beans in those days, you should see these typos.
- Listen to this.
"It has been suggested by some
that it was actually miner Harold Griswold,
who caused the tragedy.
Griswold, the only man to survive the cave in,
was unable to testify in the Denver court yesterday
concerning the so-called Black Friday Mine Disaster
and was returned to the hospital
for further mental evaluation."
Hmm. Ah.
Why would a man go nuts?
(phone ringing)
- Mm.
Hello? Yeah, yeah.
It's for you.
Some girl named Jessica. - On.
Thanks. - Hmm.
(engine revving)
(wind whistling)
(door closes)
- Hi. - Hi.
You look like a real miner.
- Hey. So what's going on, huh?
Mm. - Mm.
- So what's up?
- Oh, ah, I don't know.
Did Roger have car trouble or anything?
- Why? - Well, I just talked to Jess.
She happened to look in the garage
and the pickup's in there. - Brian's pickup?
- Yeah, I guess, the one Roger
was supposed to take to Denver.
(sighs) So is he back? He was supposed to be back by now.
- I don't know, no, well, I mean, no,
we haven't heard from him.
I just talked with the Denver office
and Roger hasn't even shown up yet.
- Think maybe had an accident on the road?
- In what? The truck's at the house.
- Maybe he hitchhiked. (Mark scoffs)
- Roger didn't wanna go to Denver that bad.
- Hmm.
- This is really weird. - Yeah.
- You wanna hear something else that's pretty weird?
- What? - Well, I was just
at the newspaper office looking through
some of the old articles about the cave in.
- Uh-huh. - And one of the miners
actually got out and he talked about being attacked.
- Attacked? - Yeah, he was supposed
to testify at the hearing in Denver.
They got him on the stand, he completely collapsed
and went crazy and they had to cart him off
to some nuthouse.
It just doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense to me.
- Yeah, there's a lot of that going around right now.
Look, I want you to go back home with Jessica. Okay?
I'll talk to Brian, see if I can get outta here early.
- Okay, good.
Oh, I'm supposed to stop and pick up some groceries.
What do I tell her? - Now you just tell her,
tell her I'm gonna find out what's going on
and tell her not to worry.
- Okay. - Don't you worry.
(both kissing) - Okay.
- I'll see you in a bit.
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(water trickling) (hammer tapping)
(samples shaking)
(water splashing)
(hammer tapping) (water splashing)
(water dripping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Hey.
Got any more of these envelopes? I'm out.
- (sighs) Yeah, there's some of 'em right over there.
- Okay. You don't have to get tough about it.
Huh.
- Jesus.
(Dan sighing)
(water trickling)
(footsteps receding)
(shower spraying)
(suspenseful music) (claws scratching)
(Tiger whining) (paw scratching)
(Boogen rustling)
(Boogen snarling)
(shower spraying)
(Tiger whining)
в™Є She'll be riding six white horses when she comes в™Є
(Tiger barking)
Oh, shut up, it's just me singing.
В™Є She'll be riding six white horses when she comes в™Є
(Tiger barking) в™Є She'll be riding в™Є
в™Є Six white horses, she'll be riding six white horses в™Є
в™Є She'll be riding six white horses в™Є
(clattering) (suspenseful music)
(muffled singing continues)
(paw scratching)
(clattering)
(Tiger barking)
в™Є Oh, we'll eat chicken and dumplings when she comes в™Є
в™Є Oh, we'll eat chicken and dumplings в™Є
(grate cracking)
(Tiger barking)
(shower spraying)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Tiger barking)
(shower spraying)
(intense orchestral music) (Tiger yelping)
(shower spraying)
Tiger?
(suspenseful music continues)
Tiger?
(tentacle whacking) (Jessica screaming)
(intense orchestral music)
(screaming continues)
(Jessica groans and screams)
(Boogen growling)
(gasping) on, God!
(Jessica whimpering)
(Boogen snarling)
(Jessica whimpering)
(dresser scraping) (Jessica groaning)
(dresser slams)
(dresser banging) (Jessica screaming)
(body slams)
(Jessica screaming) (Boogen growling)
(pot clattering)
(doorknob clattering)
(Boogen growling) (Jessica screaming)
(intense orchestral music) (Boogen hissing)
(box thumping)
(tools clattering) Ah!
(Boogen growling) (door slams)
(intense music continues)
(door thumping) (Boogen growling)
(Jessica screams and gasps)
(door banging) (Jessica screaming)
(Boogen hissing)
(box thudding)
(Jessica gasping) (claw whacking)
(claw scraping) (Jessica screaming)
(flesh ripping) (blood spurtmg)
(intense music continues)
(water trickling)
(light clicking)
- What the hell you doing?
- There's something out in the water.
- Oh, come on. You're hearing things.
- No, I'm not either.
There's something floating out there.
(Brian exhaling)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(water splashing)
(Dan breathes heavily)
- You make it out? - Not yet.
(Dan breathes heavily)
- What the hell is it? - I don't know.
It's stuck on something. (grunts)
(water splashing)
(intense orchestral music)
God! It's Roger.
- Oh my God.
- Jesus Christ. Look at his face.
(Dan breathes shakily)
- Well, bring him in.
(water sloshing)
- That's the young lad that was working for ya, ain't it?
- Who's there?
- Ya couldn't let well enough alone, could ya?
Ya had to open 'em up.
- Who in the hell are you?
- Aye, I've been warning you.
- Warning?
Wait a minute.
Are you the one's been putting those goddamn crosses around?
- Now we'll just have to close 'em
all back up again, won't we?
- Just what in the hell are you talking about?
- You let 'em out now.
Now we gotta close 'em up again.
- Hey, what are you doing? - Hey, Mark!
- Your friend, he's dead.
(Mark breathes shakily)
- Oh, Jesus.
But Roger was at the house.
The mine was locked up. How could...
- These here tunnels go everywhere under the town.
They connect with the houses.
Your blasting opened them up.
They crept through the tunnels and got in.
- Tunnels. There's a tunnel to the house.
The girls. - Get 'em out.
You gotta get 'em out quick!
- Come on, for God's sake, get them the hell out of there!
(tools clattering)
And bring some help! Hurry!
(tools clattering)
(water dripping)
- They, (gasps) they put my old dad
in an asylum after the big cave in.
Ain't no one had ever believed him.
I have been checking on these here tunnels all these years,
making sure they were shut up tight.
Checking on the tunnels into the houses too.
- Yeah, well, ah, I'm sure it's all gonna be
taken care of one way or another, huh?
- That was my job.
- Well, you see, ah,
we wanna help you, don't we, Dan?
- Right.
- See, we, we wanna help you do your job.
And if you just... - No.
No. You opened up the tunnels.
You let 'em out. (suspenseful music)
You wouldn't stay away when I warned ya!
Now I got blast it closed again!
(water splashing) (Boogen growling)
(tentacle whacking) (water splashing)
(Dan groaning)
Dan!
(Dan gasping) - Dan!
(intense orchestral music)
- Oh God. It's...(whimpers)
(water dripping)
(Boogen growling) - My God, it's coming back!
- Get back! We've got to stop it!
(fuse sizzling)
(water splashing)
(dynamite exploding)
(water rushing)
(fuse sizzling)
(Boogen snarling)
(Dynamite thudding) (water splashing)
(fuse sizzling)
(intense music continues)
(dynamite exploding)
(debris rumbling)
(wind howling) (phone ring)
(Mark breathes uneasily)
- For Christ's sake, answer the goddamn phone.
(phone ringing)
(phone clicks and dials) (Mark breathes shakily)
Yeah, operator, listen, give me the county sheriff's office.
It's an emergency.
- Jessica?
Jess?
(shower spraying)
Jessica?
(shower spraying)
Jessica?
(door opens and creaks)
(wind whistling)
(engine starting)
(engine revving)
(shower spraying)
(footsteps tapping)
Jessica?
(switch clicking)
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
(engines revving)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(footsteps pattering)
(creaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Trish gasping) (clattering and creaking)
(Trish breathes shakily)
(boxes banging) (Trish screaming)
(Trish whimpering)
(cries) Oh, God.
Oh, God. Jessica.
(gasps) Oh. (whimpers) Mm.
Oh, Jesse. Oh, Jessica!
Oh! (sobbing)
(footsteps tapping)
(tentacle whooshes and whacks) (Trish screaming)
(body rumbling) (intense orchestral music)
(Trish groaning)
(Boogen snarling) (Trish screaming)
- Trish!
(Trish groaning and gasping)
(gun firing)
(Boogen roaring) (gun fires)
(head splatting) It's over, it's over.
Easy. (Trish sobbing)
Hey, hey. It's gonna be all right now.
It's over. - Jessica's dead!
- What? (Trish sobbing)
Jesus. - Oh my God! (sobbing)
- What the hell is this thing?
- Whatever it is, it's probably the one
that attacked Roger at the mines.
- Roger? - Roger's dead.
- Oh God! What's going on here? (sobbing)
- This is the strangest damn thing I ever saw.
(Trish sobbing)
(Boogen roaring) (flesh tearing)
(Trish screaming)
(intense orchestral music)
(Greenwalt groaning)
(tentacle whooshing) (Greenwalt screaming)
(Trish screaming) (Boogen growling)
(Greenwalt groaning)
(pitchfork stabbing) (Boogen shrieking)
(blood spurting) (flesh squelching)
(body thudding)
(pitchfork clacks)
(oil dripping)
(flame roaring)
- Mark!
(fire crackling)
Oh!
- Come on! - No, Jessica!
- They're both dead! There's nothing we can do!
(Boogen shrieking) (Trish screaming)
(Trish sobbing)
(fire crackling)
(suspenseful orchestral music) - Here.
(boards clattering) (Trish whimpering)
(fire crackling)
(water dripping)
All right. The oil tanker blow any second.
(fire crackling)
(tanker exploding)
(flames rushing)
(debris rumbling)
(house collapsing)
(both panting)
- Oh, no.
- No, no. Don't worry, come on.
- (panting) Do you know where we are?
- Yeah, this connects with the main tunnel.
All right. Be careful.
(both panting)
(tentacle whooshes and whacks) (Boogen growling)
(Mark groaning) (intense orchestral music)
- Mark! (Boogen roaring)
(beam slamming) (skull cracking)
Come on! Let's just get out of here!
(Mark breathing heavily)
(Boogen roaring) - Oh, Jesus.
- Let's just go.
(Brian gasps) Oh!
(Brian groaning)
- Brian, easy, easy. It's gonna be all right.
- I thought, I thought there were more of 'em coming back.
- No, no. It's okay. It's okay.
We're almost out. - There's more of 'em.
(breathes heavily) We gotta blast this damn place closed.
- What? What's he saying?
- Dan's dead and the old man.
- Oh my God. - Yeah.
- I'm gonna get you out. We're all gonna out.
- The dynamite. Get the dynamite.
It's back there. We're gonna have to blow this mine closed.
Go on.
Hey, take the pick.
Keep it close to us. Just in case.
Just in case.
(intense orchestral music)
(Trish screaming) (tentacle whooshing)
(Brian screaming) (Boogen roaring)
(Brian groaning) (flesh tearing)
(intense music continues)
- Oh! (body slamming)
(Boogen growling) (Trish screaming)
(footsteps running)
(Boogen snarling)
(Boogen roaring)
(intense music continues)
(Trish groaning)
(gasps) Mark!
(Boogen growling) (lighter clicking)
Hurry! Oh God!
(fuse sizzling) Hurry, hurry!
(Boogen roaring) (Trish sobbing)
(dynamite exploding)
(Mark breathing heavily)
(Trish sobbing) - Shh, shh.
No, no, no. It's all right.
It's all over. (Trish sobbing)
We stopped 'em.
Come on.
(Trish whimpering) (soft dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(soft dramatic music continues)