The Bone Snatcher

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I think there's something on this readout

that looks like a pipe.

- It's weird.

Where is it?

- About six, seven kliks that way.

(ominous music)

Jesus!

Have you seen anything like this?

(truck engine revving)

(ominous music)

- It's just a bloody lump of sandstone.

Maybe some kind of pressure dome.

It's weird, though.

- Yeah.

Well, let's take some

samples and get going.

(cracking sound)

(ominous music)

(cracking sound)

(ominous music)

Hey, guys, come and have a look over here.

(screaming)

(ominous music)

(alarm going off)

- Emergency.

Temperature drop.

Emergency.

Temperature drop.

Emergency:
Temperature Drop.

40 degrees.

- What's happening?

- System failure on the Antarctica module.

(alarm ringing)

- It's not responding.

(alarm ringing)

- Primary feed valve's iced up.

I'm gonna activate the bypass.

You work on re- routing the secondary.

Come on, Mel, they've

got less than a minute.

(alarm ringing)

- 30 seconds.

- Zack!

Where the hell are you, buddy?

- We're right here, Barb.

Hang in there.

Mel, find the glitch.

- We flight tested this

situation a thousand times.

- What's happening?

Terry's starting to hypotherm out here!

- Any second now.

Mel?

I can't find it!

- Eight seconds.

- Sequence analyzer to override.

- It's not designed for this matrix.

- I know, just do it.

- The whole system could shut down.

- Mel, I know, just do it.

- He's going into shock!

- Just do it!

- It's stabilizing, Zack.

Temperature's rising.

- All clear.

All systems stable.

- Sorry about that, guys.

Won't happen again.

- For my money, the sooner

we replace them with droids,

the better.

- You're all heart, Doc.

- Good work, guys.

There's a site call-out

for a systems analyst.

You're it, Zack.

(plane taking off)

(mystical music)

- Sh*t!

This cannot be happening.

Listen, I've got a jackhammer

running through my head,

and I think I left my tongue

somewhere over the Atlantic.

I don't suppose...

What's that?

Tylenol!

Cool.

- Extra strong.

- Hi.

- You look like sh*t.

- It's nice to meet you too.

- No, I...

- Welcome to hell.

(mystical music)

(country music playing on the radio)

- Hi.

I'm Doctor Zack Straker.

I'm making a site call at C camp.

Apparently I'm supposed

to clear security here.

- Mikki.

- Hi.

- Passport, please.

- Sure.

- That water system, was

that your bright idea?

- Yeah, I designed it.

- So you're the oke who's

got everyone up in C camp

drinking each other's piss?

- It's recycled.

The water's distilled.

It's more pure than the

snowmelt from the Himalayas.

- You won't catch me drinking it.

Jesus!

Fatty Nghuza works up at C camp.

Enough said.

- You okay?

Hot, hot, hot.

An alarm went off down on the south side.

Another snake in the electric fence.

Look at this.

Big one, too.

- I need to see your case.

(indistinct chatter in the background)

- That's kinda personal.

- Oh, piss.

- Call me an optimist.

- What's this?

- It's Charlie.

- He's cute.

- It's a prototype.

It's a subterranean analyzer.

- What does it do?

- Well, it sees through rock strata and

it can find water up

to a hundred feet deep.

- I can do that with a f***ing twig, mate.

- Okay.

- I hope he lasts longer

than the last one.

- If you'd like to fill that out.

(chuckles)

- Mikki?

Is this what you're looking for?

- Give it to her.

- Yeah?

Well, f*** you and the

horse you rode in on, pal.

(grunting)

- He's one bone-headed son of a b*tch!

- Could have handled it myself, Karl.

- I'm sure you could have.

(ominous music)

- Some prospector have managed

to get themselves lost.

I guess it's your lucky day.

- Thanks.

Why, exactly?

- The truck's taking

emergency fuel up to the Zone

and we pick up the prospectors en route.

(ominous music)

- How long will it take?

- About 16 hours if we

go straight through.

All depends on how long

it takes to find them.

(ominous music)

- Is there a problem?

- Baby, there's no problem

when old Kurt's around.

- So what you doing then?

- Listen, I do the technical sh*t,

you drive, okay?

You riding with us?

- Yeah.

First time in the desert,

I want to see it up close.

- You'll get that all right, my friend.

- What's with all the fire power?

- Last month, one of our

trucks was hijacked by rebels.

Shot up the fuel tanker,

wiped out the driver.

Not a pretty sight.

- Rebels, huh?

- Yeah.

They're after the diamonds.

- You'll only frighten the poor baby.

All aboard!

(ominous music)

(chanting in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(music intensifies)

(mystical music)

- How much more of this is there?

- From here on in, pal,

nothing but sand and rock for

another thousand kilometers.

- Jesus!

Who ever heard of prospectors

getting lost, huh?

- Hey, Magda?

Which truck did they say was missing?

- Harvey Slater's outfit.

- Clive is on that truck.

(mystical music)

- Got it, Magda, to your right.

About four o'clock.

- Ja, that's them.

Hang on tight, here we go.

(brakes squealing)

(ominous music)

- Is it Clive?

(ominous music)

- Yep.

And I think that's what's left of Paul.

You ever done a murder investigation?

So what we do?

- Call in the police.

They've only been dead for

six, seven hours, but

look at the state of them.

- Yep.

- D'you know who's missing?

- Probably Harvey.

If I catch the f***er, he's dead.

- You can't think Harvey did this?

- I see two bodies.

One missing.

Until I speak with Harvey, he's it.

- Hey!

Karl!

Over here!

- Titus has got something.

(ominous music)

- Okay, Harvey.

We've got you now, boy!

(growling)

I don't understand.

- What?

- When we started, there were two feet.

But now there's four here.

(beeping)

(ominous music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- These tracks go on for bloody miles.

- It's bizarre.

What are they?

- Kurt, go get Magda to bring the truck.

They'll pick us up.

(ominous music)

- Don't.

- Sorry.

A religious thing, huh?

- No, not my religion.

They're just a warning.

(ominous music)

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here.

Now.

(ominous music)

- Come on, Magda.

He's running!

(wind blowing)

There's not much left.

I've never seen anything like it.

- Any sign of a struggle?

- Not that I can see.

Listen, I think Harvey

Slater's on the run.

Get me some experts up here.

A forensics, or something.

- Roger.

But it'll take a couple

of days to organize.

So get up to C camp for

further instructions.

- Negative.

I'm gonna find Harvey first.

If the wind come up, his tracks

will be gone by tomorrow.

- To the left there,

Magda, over that dune.

(ominous music)

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