All language subtitles for Tremors - 1x10 - The Sounds of Silence.DVDRip.en

Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me.

You got a problem, pretty boy?

Well, sorry.
I don't mean to interrupt,

but Jodi at the store
said you were up here,

and, uh, probably weren't
wearing a wrist-seismo.

SOP for Graboid country, isn't it?
Bought mine online.

Got my own redundancy system, as well.

Dr. Donna Debevic,
San Diego Animal Science Labs.

And I'm no virgin to risk.

Graboid. Don't move.

I know. I'm sending out an ultrasonic
signal to attract him.

You're doing what?

I'm here to record the sounds
of your Graboid.

Great. Now, turn the signal off.

Which one of those is it?

Too late for that.

How you plan on getting rid of him?

Decoy the brute.

What the hell?

Did you decoy him?

- No.
- He doesn't give up that quickly.

You must have done something.

Negative. Simply recording the
sightless beast.

Looks like your beast...

Damn, that one is loud!

What the hell is that?

There's another Graboid in the valley.

So? You got your monitoring system.

We're safe, aren't we?

What...

I was so absorbed in my work,

I didn't notice my tire was flat.

What was it you heard that
made your ears hurt?

Graboid that chased
the first one away.

Graboids don't sound like that.

I see. And you know this

because you've professionally
recorded them

on your state of the art
equipment subterraneanly?

Probably know it because
I live with one.

Every individual in the species
has its own voice.

Not exactly what I want to hear.

Where you staying?

I'm bunking at the lab while
Dr. Matthews is away.

I'm finishing up my book
on animal communications

while adding to my collection
of animal distress signals

and wildlife mating calls.

Mating calls?

I've been there. Heard the jokes.

Guess so.

You scientists sure don't know

how to leave us alone out here, do you?

You're the one who chose
to live in North America's

most scientifically interesting
stretch of acreage.

You want a quiet life, live in LA.

So, what do you think?
Sorry, Jodi.

Yeah, it's like the mummy's hand

suddenly creeping out of nowhere, huh?

Larry, what are you doing here?

Well, I would have e-mailed you

but they canceled my account.

I hope you don't mind

but I did a little
rearranging of the shelves.

I was at Nancy's for 20 minutes

and you take over my store?

Yeah. See, it's all about
how you display the stuff.

I mean, there's dust
on half these items.

You're not moving the merchandise.

That's because they're
paving the road, Larry.

You didn't notice?

I get like maybe five or six
customers a day if I'm lucky.

What is this?

It's a gift! Fly strips.

Yeah, see, my mom,
she uses them back in Kenosha,

and there's no flies
on her pimento loaf. Ever!

Larry, right here. Focus!

What are you doing back in Perfection?

You guys were so great to me
when I visited last time

and I went back to Wisconsin,

and I like, looked at my life,

and I thought things through...

Whoa! Wait! You're not visiting?
You moved here?

Larry, you've got to understand,

I mean, we all live here

because either we really
enjoy solitude...

Tell me about it.

...or we hate the big city
corporate life!

Tell me about it.

But we can barely make a living.

Tell me about it.

Larry, listen,
if you think you can live here,

please do not try to run my store.

Okay, yeah, yeah, it's your store.
You're in charge.

I'm just your assistant.

Hey, Tyler, it's me.

I'm afraid so. He's visiting again?

You're not serious.

You know, if I move here,

the population of your town
increases 14%.

Yeah, well, it's gonna decrease fast

because we might have a second
Graboid out there.

- Oh!
- What?

No kidding!

How did that happen?
I mean, where did he come from?

Don't know. Just saw something
on my seismo-screen

before the whole system went down.

Communications snafu.
Been through it before.

Although I was not concerned,

the fact is our wrist-seismos
failed to perform adequately.

The two us easily could
have been caught

with our shorts down.

You know, figuratively speaking.

This is Dr...

Donna Debevic, animal communications,

here to study Graboid-speak.

- They speak?
- Ultrasonically.

Day of the Dolphin,
George C. Scott, 1973.

"Alpha love Beta. Beta love Fa."

You ever see that film?

Good movie. Hmm?

Seismos seem to be working now.

Shouldn't things start shaking by now?

What, what, what?
What? What?

There's no Graboids for miles.

It's nowhere near us.

What the hell?

This doesn't happen.

It did. Either a faulty power source

or some kind of interference
with the signal.

No, power's fine. We check
the geophones around the valley

once a week.

Could be your signal's jammed.

First thing an alien invasion
force would do

is jam all...

Larry, if you don't shut up...

Someone might jam your communications.

What the heck is this?

It's a second Graboid.

This is so cool!

No, this is not so cool.

Logic suggests it's why
our seismos aren't working.

Because of a second worm?
That doesn't make any sense.

I'm gonna go check the geophones.

Okay, bro. Let's round up Burt.
Get to work!

Burt's not here.

And neither are you! I'll be back.

Oh, hold on, cowboy, if there
is another Graboid out there,

I want to be there
to hear him talk again.

Forget it!

Look, you know, you need...

Where's Burt?

Idaho.

On assignment.

No way, Doc. We're flying blind here

and I already saved you
from one horrible death.

How? By giving me a ride?

For which I'll mention you
in the paper I'm writing.

But I have signed a release form

and you do have possession
of my equipment.

Yes, I do.

You son of a...

I thought I recognized your car.

Hey, Nancy, I'm here.

Yes, you are.

What for?

He's my driver.

Your friend's not leaving without me.

Great! He needs backup, anyway.
See you later.

Come on, nice and easy.

How you doing?

We're having trouble
with the seismo-monitors.

Tyler's checking on it right now

but you should be careful.

I will. I'm just trying to figure out

what happened to the fence posts.

Fence posts?

Yeah, the ones Harlow put in yesterday.

And now somebody stole them.

But how do you do that
without taking the wire?

It's like the wood just vanished.

Listen, you should head for cover

until we get the monitoring
system working okay again.

Jodi out.

Hey, slow down!

Sorry, Tyler.

Had no choice.
She's a very forceful woman.

She's got a Xena thing going on.

Yeah, she kinda reminds me of Burt.

The way Burt put these things together,

there's no way they could
misread a signal.

Hey, what's he doing in Idaho, anyway?

I won't tell a soul.

Really?

Really.

It's a downed spacecraft.

They think it may be Venutians.

They needed Burt's expertise

in tracking the escaped aliens.

Just kidding.

Don't do that to me!

Sorry, he's just picking up
an old periscope

from some scrap dealer.

That same sound again?

Maybe it's the other Graboid.

Negative.
After hearing it a second time,

in no way does it resemble a Graboid.

That's in the ground?

How nice.

Because the one thing
we don't have enough of

around here is stuff we can't explain.

This is... This...

Tell you what I'm planning

since I am the authority figure
around here, okay.

First of all, I'm gonna put
a siren on that frigging Graboid,

so I can tell where
the hell he is, okay?

Second, I think I'm gonna
rename this place

like Wacky Valley or
Pain-in-My-Ass Land!

How does that sound?

Doing fine, Twitchell.
How you doing?

I'm suicidal, thank you.

The only reason I'm not
pulling the trigger

is my insurance isn't paid up,

and Gummer's not around to spew

his anti-government invective.
How about that?

I was right. I can pick one
a mile away. Government bureaucrat.

Bull's eye, lady!
Who would you be?

You want a name
or a Social Security number?

Well, whatever it takes to get into
your tax returns.

This is Dr. Debevic.
You gave her clearance to do some...

Oh! Right! Right, right, right!

You're the lady who wrote
the book on whales singing.

My wife loved it.

Made me drive all the way to SeaWorld.

Thanks a bunch.

Oh! Wait till she reads
my book about Graboids.

We got five somethings on the monitor.

Could it be a Graboid?

Or could it be something worse?

Drop your socks and grab
our boxes, gentlemen.

We got work to do.

Friend of Gummer's?

Your attention, gentlemen,
that blip is your Graboid.

Those others are
what we'll call our UUOs.

UUOs?

Unidentified underground objects.

Bear with me here.

Now, under careful scrutiny,

you can see the Graboid blip is solid,

while the UUOs show evidence
of fragmentation.

Wait a second, wait a second.

I was told there's another
Graboid out here,

bigger than the Loch Ness Monster,

rampaging around eating hundreds
of fence posts and stuff.

Who told you that?

Obi-Wan Ke-Dork over here.

Well, I just thought that,
well, you know...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So what the hell are they
if not El Blanco and his friends?

I don't know.

But I do know Graboids
do not eat wood.

Wait a minute.
They don't eat wood? Really?

They eat cows. They eat people.
They eat burros.

And you said they ate your car.

But somehow, they draw
the line at wood.

You know, every time I come out here

you guys are throwing
curveballs at my head.

I can't keep it straight!

Are you through?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Coupled with the sound I heard,

I think we're talking about
a horde of insects.

Insects. So cool!

The Swarm? Michael Caine?
You ever see it?

All these killer bees
attack an Air Force base,

they don't know what to do.

So, the Air Force...

Larry, there's a time for that.

Childhood!

So you're telling me this
whole thing is about bugs.

Now, why the hell am I out here?

Your job, apparently.

What about all the noise they make?

I graphed their sound wave pattern.

It's pretty standard
in the animal kingdom,

although unusually high
in pitch and volume.

Here, you see both a shift
in frequency and in wavelength.

Now, if I put these patterns

up against patterns of known insects,

I get some very interesting
correlations.

Bugs!

Jodi, Jodi. Um, you have your
Graboid stuff

mixed in with your Shrieker stuff,

mixed in with, like,
your Ass-Blaster stuff.

- Yes.
- Well, for collectors, it's no good.

I mean, we're very compartmentalized.

When we go to Sci-Fi-Con,

how are we ever gonna find,

let's say, a Wallace Wood's
Skymaster of Sky Force

if it's displayed with back issues
of Fangoria magazine?

I mean, come on.
It's just not gonna happen.

Larry, do you see that
broom over there?

Yeah.

Nancy really,
really wanted to borrow it.

Okay, Jodester.

Let me just take care
of this Graboid stuff.

Pay for the Popsicle first.

You see the similarities in these two?

If I had to guess,
I'd go with cicada exuviae,

specifically Diceroprocta apache,

because we're in a hot climate.

Trust me, when it comes to noise,

these guys can pin the meter.

Cicadae? You mean those bugs

that come out of the ground
every 20 years or so?

Their maturation cycles
vary from 13 to 17 years,

at which point they surface
to lay their eggs.

And they make a sound like you
heard underground?

I've never known them to make
any sound underground.

But then, I've never known them
to match the decibel levels

of a jet take-off or a .50 caliber
anti-aircraft gun, either.

So maybe we got cicadae
amped out the wazoo,

causing the geophones to misread.

Astute observation.

Let's discuss the oscillatory circuitry.

Let's not, okay?

Fine.

Come in.

Hey, Nancy. Brought your broom.

My broom?

Oh, thanks. So, Larry,

what is all this nonsense
about another Graboid?

Graboid. Nonsense.

Yeah, who'd believe that?
It's bugs.

What?

It's a good thing I showed up.

I think Tyler and I are gonna
be able to handle it.

Hey, you ever see that Charlton
Heston movie where...

The Naked Jungle, 1954. Yes, I did.

So what are we supposed to do?

Well, Twitchell's here and that
Dr. Debevic thinks that it's cicadae.

Uh-huh.

Larry, what's the real reason
you came back to Perfection?

Well, you know, to see El Blanco.

I never actually laid eyes
on him last time I was here.

Wow! I thought only my mother
could stare at me that way.

To be honest, I decided to move out
of my parents' basement.

They wanted to remodel.

Are they converting it
to a playroom or something?

- Handball court.
- Oh!

Which is surprising
'cause I never knew

they actually played the sport.

What about your job at Walmart?

Weren't you training to be
an assistant manager?

Yeah, yeah.
And it was going really well,

and then one day,
I just had to stop myself,

right in the middle of aisle four,
audio appliances,

and I thought to myself, "Lawrence..."

"Do you really see yourself as part
of the Walmart family?"

And?

And I noticed something.

That the people that
I work with at Walmart,

when they're at Walmart,
they're at Walmart.

But I'm always
someplace else, you know?

Out in the wilds,
having adventures,

Skull Island or Middle Earth. Here.

So I thought to myself,
why not just move to where I am?

All I need is a change
of clothes and my DVDs...

A couch to crash on...

Any old couch.

Yes, my guess is

the decibel levels overloaded
your whole system.

What about El Blanco's system?

That's gotta be why he moved

all the way up against the mountains,

to get as far away
as he can from that noise.

Something ate my shed with me in it!

- I'm guessing bugs.
- What?

My ears are ringing!

Did you see it? Can you describe it?

Yeah, it's like the stuff stuck
on my windshield!

Imagine that running across your bathroom
floor in the middle of the night.

How come the uglier something looks,

the more of them they are.

Mother Nature's funny like that.
You got a plastic bag?

Hmm. Be right back.

Want to get this to the lab,
see what we're dealing with.

But first, let's stop by your place.

What did you say?

They warned you about
this place, right?

Oh, yeah. I mean, that's why
the county's paying us double time.

Well, that's fair.

But, you know, since those
wrist-seismos aren't working so well,

you guys should really head back home

until we got this whole
bug thing under control.

Take a look at this.

Oh, you gotta check this out.

I was in here the other day.
They didn't have any.

Hey, you must have just got more
of these in, huh?

Hey. Oh, and a few of these
Graboid things right there.

Guess you found everything okay.

Yeah, pretty much.

Think I cleaned you out
of all your Graboid stuff.

Stuff sells pretty well, huh?

Actually, you're...

You're right, can't keep it in stock.

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Up to Rosalita's.

Okay, that's $35.63 for you.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay, and for you...

Find it all okay?

Yeah, no problem.
Thanks.

Everything where you thought
it was gonna be?

It was. Thanks.
Pretty much.

$22.95.

Okay, there you go.

Thank you.

- Keep the change.
- Thanks.

Hey, guys, you be careful
out there, okay?

Next week's our two-for-one special.

- Two for one?
- Yeah.

Well, the good news is if they're
eating wood, they're not eating...

Don't say it, don't say it.

Well, whatever did this feeds
on dry wood, like termites.

From what you said,
I'm assuming they only make that

ear-splitting sound
when they've spotted food.

So it's cicada,
and now maybe termites?

I got that old bad feeling
we're talking about...

- I said don't say it.
- Mixmaster!

Mixmaster?

A compound that unfortunately
leaked into the valley.

Allows DNA of various
non-human species

to combine to form new life forms.

That's all I can say.

Well, where the hell
did that come from?

It's classified.

Oh! Government's involved.

Sweep those costly screw-ups
under the rug, huh?

Where are you coming from anyway, huh?

From a career that has been
nothing but impeded

by intrusive federal bureaucracy.

Yeah, I don't want to discourage
political debate here

but maybe we can just
work together. Okay?

I'm going to go isolate some spoor
from our mysterious life form.

Check its DNA.

You do that.

What am I gonna do?

My house is made out of wood, you know.

Well, the whole town's
made out of wood.

Not your place.
You live in a tin can.

Hey, you mind if I bunk
with you for a few days?

What are neighbors for?

Thank you.

So friendly around here.

Hey, Tyler, those guys
working on the road,

you tell 'em to clear out, okay?

Couldn't do that, Twitch,

considering you're the authority
figure around here.

Fine. I gotta do everything
myself, anyway.

Hey, hey, Tyler, listen,
if I take the main road, is it...

Okay, here goes, 15 cc's.

Okay, Casey. What next?

- Into the spectrometer?
- Huh?

Spectrometer.

Oh! The old microwave there.

Doesn't know what a spectrometer is.

Okay, so far, we have
isolated the cicadae

and the termite DNA.

So now we're looking to see
if there's a third species

lurking in there somewhere, right?

Off the table!

Break something and I've got
the authorities

making me file damage reports,

asking for info they do not have

the constitutional right to request.

You know, if you'd maybe stick around
till Burt gets back,

you just might hit it off.

Yeah, I caught his
60 Minutes interview.

What a stiff!

I prefer a man with a sense
of joie de vivre

or a man worth shaving my legs for.

So what if there's maggot DNA
in these bugs?

What's that? Baby flies or something?

Rosalita, they eat meat.

They eat flesh.

Once they get their fill of wood,

they'll start on warm-blooded animals.

Twitch, Tyler here. Do you copy?

Twitch, Tyler here. You copy?

Twitch, Tyler here. Come in.

Twitch, I knew I'd find you
on the way to the road crew.

Come on. Let's go, Twitch.

Come on.

Come on.

That woman, Dr. Debevic, gave me these.

Plays a signal that counteracts
the sound of the bugs.

What?

Trucks are still here.

Hey, guys!

This guy's dead, too.

You found him.

- Where's your car?
- What?

He almost got swarmed by those things.

Thank goodness, the Fed's okay.

I got there just before
the bugs got him.

We also found those
two road crew guys.

They're dead.

I think it's time we pack our bags

and get our tails out of here.

Leave our homes and
come back to what?

Just for a while, Nancy.

Well, you saw them where?
Between here and Rosalita's.

That's like three miles.

The road crew guys were closer.

Okay, so let's move up to the north
end of the valley for a while,

stay out of their way
and wait 'em out.

The point is there's a bunch
of the swarms out there,

and we've got no idea where they are.

They roam around hungry

just looking for targets
of opportunity.

What are they exactly?

What you get when you mix termite
and cicada DNA.

Throw in a few maggot genes for fun.

Termites, cicadae...

Tercadae!

My guess is they're about to lay eggs.

Lots of eggs.

Do you hear that? Listen.

Listen.

It's them.

Where's he going?

It's time to get
the frick out of here.

Get yourself out.
I'm not ready to leave. Not yet.

What is it with you people?
You never leave!

There's millions of 'em!

We might be able to off road
around 'em if we hurry.

How are we gonna get around them
with all the noise?

I'd rather fight them here

than be sitting ducks out there.

Fight them with what?

Okay, Doctor, how do you think
they target on something?

Sight? Sense of smell?

Look at their DNA,
they're using everything.

Wait. They've got
like super smelling, right?

Well, can't we decoy them,
get them to follow some other smell?

Better than this?
We're the highest concentration

of dry wood and fresh meat around.

We shouldn't be the food.
We're smarter.

Who freaking cares?

Smart and eaten by bugs is not good!

Okay, let's think about this.
If we are the food,

what's more tempting than food?

What's the one thing
that every living creature

can't possibly resist?

Doctor, you mentioned your recordings,

your collection
of mating calls, right?

I see where you're going.

Is there one in there that
might attract those insects?

I've got 'em all but we
left 'em in the truck.

But how do you know
it's their mating season?

That's moot.

Moot?

The mating season for arthropods

is when they hear their mating call.

But how are we gonna get to the tapes?
Isn't it too late?

It's never too late.
I'll get you there. Come on.

Tyler, I'm here for you, man.

Forget it, man. One guy stupid
enough to try this, that's me.

Down!

Come on!

You're not the only one stupid enough!

Why do you think I moved to this town?

Let's do it!

I know. I know I didn't listen to you,

but you're just gonna
have to get used to it.

Been used to it from
the moment I met you.

Got it!

I got it!

I got it. Here it is.

Arthropoda Insecta Isoptera.

It's horny termites.

We need a speaker.

Yeah.

How about your boom box,
I can hot-wire that.

We don't need a boom box.

I laugh at boom boxes.

Wicked, huh?

Yeah, five-channel amp
with built-in crossover

and bass boost for plenty of
low-end grunt.

Can you wire it?

No problem.

Yeah, I bought it to impress girls,

but all I got was hearing loss.

I called for a helicopter

in case Tyler's bright idea
craps out on us!

The little buggy bastards!

I don't think yelling
at them is gonna help!

They just covered the road!

It was good of you
to stay here, Twitch!

It's easier than going home
to the wife!

Just kidding!

Hey, this is my valley, too!

Besides, I was ashamed
to steal one of your cars.

That should do it.

Okay, that sounds good. Let's go.

Well?

Let's do it!

Can I drive?

In the back.

They're everywhere!

I can't take it anymore!

Come on, to the freezer!

Quick, let's get inside!

Come and get it.

This has gotta be like
the slowest speed chase ever!

Doctor, where exactly are we going?

I never thought it through that far.

We could go to Lake Mead.

I'm serious!

Just like Beginning of the End,
1957, Peter Graves.

They drive these grasshoppers
into the lake.

It's awesome!

We're gonna drive all the way
to Lake Mead with these guys?

What are we gonna do,
drive down the interstate?

What about that road down there?

Larry and I commandeer
a couple of vehicles.

You lead them down the road,
we drive over them.

Road? Yeah.

But we don't have to crush 'em.

The word flambe comes to mind.

Just keep heading for the road.

Come on! Please! Please!
Come on! No, no, no!

Just a little more. Little more.

No! No!

Good thinking.

What the hell is he doing?

This ought to barbecue
those suckers real good.

What were you thinking?

I don't get the mileage I used to.

That all of 'em?

How many do you want?

Gentlemen, light your bugs.

You got a lighter?

Lighter? No.

No.

Hey, the Ass-Blaster lighter.

It's either amazingly good news
or unbelievably bad.

Thanks, Larry, for the idea.

Beginning of the End?

No, fly paper.

Listen, Doc, I'll
get out there tomorrow

and put some new tires on your truck.

Awful gentlemanly of you to offer her

a ride back to the lab, Twitch.

Yeah, it's not a problem.
She seems okay with it.

If not, I'll find out
about it when I run her TRW,

check her credit card purchases

and get that list of websites
she logs onto.

Hey, you're a riot.

I may very well be recording
this whole conversation

and you would never know it,
so be careful.

You just try it there, Doctor Dolittle.

Don't tempt me,
you mid-level functionary.

Hey, sick person.

Here's some tea,

and I have one question for you.

What night is tonight?

I don't know.

Vincent Price night!

All right, I'll let you pick.

We've got Theater of Blood,
House on Haunted Hill,

Tales of Terror.

And The Fly, which is a great DVD.

This is gonna be great.

Hey, Nancy, later,
when you go to bed and stuff,

and you're not using the couch, uh...

I mean, I'm perfectly happy

sleeping in my car and everything...

In the cold.

Larry, you may have the guest room.

- Really?
- Really.

Oh, my own room.

For one week. Seven nights.

I understand.
I'm sure you have lots of uses...

I mean, you've got people
and guests coming and going.

I'm sure you got lots
of plans for that big,

empty room just sitting there.

Yes, I do, Larry.

Handball.