Primeval Page #3

Hey, let's go.

It's a long walk to the water.

Wiley. Wiley.

Hi, buddy. Oh, good boy.

- Wiley?

- Yeah, like the coyote.

- Got a problem with that too?

- No, it's a good name.

- Oh, you're cute!

- No, you're not.

- Want a beer?

- Just ignore him. I do.

You talk to dog. Pourquoi?

Yeah, it's a thing we do

where we come from.

It's kinda pointless.

- So where do you live, Jojo?

- The bush my home.

And your family,

do they live around here?

They are dead.

Hey, we got something.

Ooh.

- Whoa, that's big.

- That's huge.

We brought a regular condom.

We need a Magnum.

- Is that him?

- Yes, that's him.

There you go.

Dinner's served.

Just get in the cage

and I won't have to shoot you.

Come on. Just do it.

- Where'd it go?

- Sh*t, I don't know.

I don't understand.

This cage has worked dozens of times.

He's too smart.

- There it is.

- He's getting away.

- I think I got him.

- Nice shot.

Where are you going?

He won't be back tonight.

Oh, sh*t.

- I don't get it.

- The goat must have escaped.

- I don't see any blood.

- Well, it rained last night.

Must have washed away.

OK, let's see what we got.

Damn. Goat's here one minute,

gone the next.

Guess the rain washed out

the motion sensors,

killed the feed to the tent as well.

We got nothing. I'm gonna go

to camp, drop off this computer

and go shoot some shots,

get a little local flavor.

All right. Be careful.

Dangerous place.

Thanks, Mom.

Raw meat. I need raw meat.

You said they needed live bait.

It's always preferable.

But crocs do eat carrion.

He'll come.

- I can feel it.

- Let me see that thing.

This signal hasn't moved

since last night. He probably just...

That woke him up.

And you just

watched that happen?

What was I supposed to do,

attack them with my Telephoto?

- Well, we have to do something.

- I did.

Aviva, I filmed an entire family

getting slaughtered, OK?

I'll have nightmares for the rest

of my life behind this sh*t.

OK. Well,

we'll call the police.

- What police?

- When we get back to Bujumbura,

we'll hand the evidence

over to the U.N.

- It's the best we can do.

- They're powerless.

There's nothing to be done.

How can you say that?

He was your friend.

And I'll miss him.

But I've lost many friends here.

We have an opportunity here.

We can make a difference,

we can expose the murders

that are going on every day,

change the focus of the story.

- You are joking, right?

- No, I'm not.

"Next:
dying Africans."

Nobody wants to TiVo that sh*t.

- Don't be cynical, Steven.

- I'm not being cynical.

Darfur:
no one cares.

Rwanda:
who gives a sh*t?

White people don't give a damn

about black-on-black crime

when it's around the corner

from their house.

Do you really think

they give a sh*t

about a bunch of dying Africans

- I do.

- That's one.

Tim.

I thought you were a journalist.

You wanted a real story.

Well, now you have one.

It's none of our business.

I suggest we pretend

it never happened.

She's right.

We got a responsibility to show

people what's happening here.

They already know, Tim.

They just don't care.

We make them care.

We put a face on the suffering.

- You realize we could die here?

- Yeah, I know.

Come on, man.

All right.

I hate you so much sometimes.

Oh, sh*t.

Gustave!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- Hurry!

- Jojo!

Get the f*** out of the cage!

Jojo, hold on!

He's out there.

Are you f***ing insane?

Jojo's in there!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

You idiot. It has to die.

Tim!

Tim!

Get out of the water!

Come on. Jojo.

OK, get him on his side.

That's it. OK. Shh.

Jojo, why? Why?

I get you Gustave,

maybe you take me to America.

Oh, man.

Hey! What the hell

is wrong with you?!

- Stop it! What are you doing?

- Back off!

Jojo!

Jojo! Jojo!

Your precious man-eater is still alive.

Oh, sh*t. Where's Aviva?

Hey! What are you doing?

OK.

No! No! No!

Please stop.

Get off me!

No!

Aviva?

Aviva, what happened?

What happened?

What's going...?

What happened?

Oh, my God.

That f***ing grenade

drove him up here.

- He's moving away now.

- Get what gear you can salvage.

- We'll pull out tomorrow.

- OK.

Sh*t.

Bit of a setback, I'll grant you,

but we're so close.

It's over.

I know we're all upset right now,

but things'll look different

in the morning.

We're going home. I don't want

any more blood on my hands.

In shallow water, we'll...

I don't give a damn

about your crocodile!

I never did. A man's dead. We're

out first thing in the morning.

- No. We leave now.

- Are you kidding?

- It's pitch black out there.

- I know the trail.

I can get us back

to the village.

- It's not safe here. Come on.

- Gustave's at least a mile off.

I'm not talking about Gustave.

Where's the computer?

Where's the computer?

He works for Little Gustave.

Where is he taking us?

To the water.

Easier to dump our bodies.

- I'm gonna make my move.

- You won't make two feet.

Six on one,

half a dozen on the other.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Sorry I called you an a**hole.

Sorry I am one.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

- What? What?

- On your knees. On your knees.

On your knees!

Knees!

F*** you.

I'm not getting on my knees.

No!

- You OK?

- Yeah.

Jojo?

If I have to shove you up my ass

to get your through customs,

you are going to America.

Thank you.

We need

to get a first-aid kit.

It was destroyed

back at the camp.

There's one

in the fishing hut.

You call this a first-aid kit?

Morphine.

Rachel, it's Aviva Masters.

Can you hear me?

- Forgive me if it hurts.

- I need to speak to Roger.

OK, all right, listen.

I need to get him a message.

I don't care what he's doing.

People are trying

to kill us here. Rachel!

Can you hear me?

He has our location.

Send an airlift immediately.

Rachel?

Ugh! Rachel!

- Sh*t.

- Ona, my love.

- Damn it!

- We're so f***ed.

- My wife.

- I don't know if she heard me.

- Gustave killed my wife.

- What?

Ona was bathing in the river,

right in front of our home,

as she'd done a thousand times.

Those scars, I gave him those.

I shot him again and again.

As he took her under...

...I heard her scream.

He's coming.

Jojo, there!

Ona, forgive me.

No revenge.

- Jojo, can you see anything?

- No, nothing!

I broke my promise.

I'm sorry.

F***!

- Matt!

- Run!

Run! Run!

Matt!

Oh, Jesus!

- Grab him, guys! You have him?

- Come on!

Hold on! Grab something!

Krieg!

Get Krieg!

- Let me go.

- No. There's still time.

Come on.

No. He dies with me.

What are you doing?

He did it.

I'm sick of this.

I feel like a pork chop

on Queen Latifah's dinner plate.

- I say we make a run for it.

- I wouldn't.

He's still in the grass.

Maybe he's sleeping.

Or digesting, making room for more.

Hey, Matt.

Hey, Matt!

What are you doing?

Praying to Satan?

Latin nomenclature.

Helps me stay awake.

Oh. Well, join the party.

How much can this croc eat?

When there's abundant food,

they'll eat until they're sick.

Then they'll throw up

and eat some more.

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