Primeval Page #4

Really, it's appropriate

that we die this way.

Can we just talk about

something else, please?

OK, Aviva. What's the deal

with you and Roger Sharpe?

I go to dinner with him, OK?

We go to art openings.

And...

- Well, people just assume.

- Of course they do.

Do you think if he gave a damn

about me, I'd be here right now?

He just, he likes

to be seen with women.

Roger's gay?

The international playboy?

Married six times?

He's not tapping your ass,

somebody's tapping his?

OK, you guys,

don't say anything, please.

Aviva, who the f***

am I gonna tell, Jojo?

Hey, Jojo, you know Roger Sharpe?

- No.

- He's gay.

OK.

Roger got the message.

They're looking for the camp.

Come on.

Aviva. Let me go first.

Steven, don't splash.

You'll attract him.

Come on, guys!

Hey!

Down!

Matt, get down!

What's happening?

I'm dead.

Why did they kill him?

What did they want?

Searching. Look for computer.

Little Gustave, he killed the shaman.

- It's on the tape.

- At the bottom of the swamp.

You go tell 'em.

We'll wait here.

That's all you got?

They got AK-47s, Jojo.

Who the f*** are you,

Lee Harvey Oswald?

Sh*t.

Come on, come on! Run!

Split up!

Go for the trees!

Oh!

F***!

I hate f***ing Africa!

Let him go! Let him go!

Now! Let him go!

Jojo, you OK?

Shut your mouth!

Please!

Don't move!

Don't move!

I don't want to shoot you!

I'd never say this in front

of a bunch of white people,

but slavery was a good thing.

Anything you gotta do

to get the f*** out of Africa

is OK with me.

Steven!

Sh*t. I gotta find him.

Here, take Jojo.

- Tim.

- I'll be fine. Promise.

Keep going. Move. Go!

Punk b*tch.

Sh*t!

Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

Steven!

Jojo, I'll never turn my back on you.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

No.

Come on.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Jojo.

Oh, no. Tim.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I... I don't know what to do.

Where's Steven?

I can't find him.

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I know what the shaman meant now

when they said it's our fault.

What? What do you mean?

Gustave.

Civil war, genocide, all those bodies

floating in the water.

That's where he got a taste

for human flesh.

We make, create, our own monsters.

- It's Harry. That's Harry.

- Here!

Mr. Manfrey, Roger Sharpe

has been frantic.

We've been looking for you all over.

I can't believe you found us.

This boy is shot.

We can't find our cameraman.

- I've never been so scared.

- Where are the others?

- They're dead.

- All of them?

What a terrifying ordeal

you must have been through.

What has become

of the rest of the tape?

What? We need to find Steven

and get Jojo to a doctor.

It will be best to recover

your equipment now.

Anything of value

does tend to disappear.

I don't care about the

tape anymore. It doesn't matter.

I just wanna find Steven.

You are a very perceptive man,

Mr. Manfrey.

It's best if we are honest

with one another.

What do you mean?

I was photographed

in a rather compromising position.

Where is the computer?

He works for Little Gustave too.

So many of us here

lead double lives.

In the city

I'm just another functionary,

but in the bush, I am God.

He is little Gustave.

Very few people are aware of that.

We lost the laptop. Besides,

you weren't even recognizable.

A man in my position

can never stop worrying.

Harry,

we have to get Jojo to a hospital.

Please, he's gonna die.

Isn't that tragic?

Thousands like him

die every day here in Africa.

- Where is the computer?

- Why would we tell you, Harry?

You're just gonna shoot us.

F*** you!

There are worse things than death.

Harry, wait! The computer.

It's rigged

with an electronic locator.

You'll find it with this.

I am not good with American toys.

Take me to it.

Tell me,

did you ever find your crocodile?

- Your men killed it.

- A public service.

So now there's only Little Gustave.

Push it in.

What the hell are you waiting for?

Push it in!

- What are you doing?

- It's moonshine.

- I'm a little nervous. Do you mind?

- Drink up.

Thanks.

Come on!

Must have dropped the computer

up past the reeds there.

We'll stay here.

You go get it.

Sit.

Go.

Jesus.

Oh, man.

I wonder who will come next.

What pretty young reporter

will be sent

to tell the hideous story of your death?

I got it.

- Aviva!

- Tim!

You OK? Let's go.

Don't worry. I have plenty more.

Don't move.

It's Wiley.

Come on, Wiley! Come on!

Aviva, no.

Come here, Wiley.

Wiley, come here.

Aviva.

Come on! Move it!

Move! Hurry!

- Come on!

- Wiley, come!

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

- Put it in low!

- I'm trying, I'm trying.

- You have it in low?

- I know how to drive. It's stuck.

It can't be stuck.

It's a f***ing Range Rover!

Come on! Move!

Watch out!

Get him!

Die, you piece of sh*t.

- Let's go!

- Hang on!

- You... are you OK?

- Yeah. Go!

All right. Here's to Africa, Tim.

All right, man. Put the camera down.

Seriously, Tim. Please.

Seriously. I'm behind the scenes.

Behind the scenes.

Put my f***ing...

Put my camera down.

Tim, put my cam...

Come on, man. This is childish, man.

This is childish.

Tim, drop the camera,

take two steps back

before somebody gets hurt.

Shh.

Shh.

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