The Bone Snatcher Page #4

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- Hello?

- When you shot up the sleeping bag,

we smashed up the bones.

So then it needed one of us.

- But why?

- Survival.

Her home's been busted up.

She can't go anywhere alone.

Give her a set of bones,

she can go everywhere.

- Ants?

That's impossible.

- Why?

They've been here since

before the dinosaurs.

Hundreds of millions of years.

It's like Titus said.

Esikhulu.

In the heart of the colony

lies the queen.

- Karl?

Get out of the hole.

Drop your gun.

Now!

Mikki, drop your gun now.

You're under arrest.

Move.

Down on your knees.

Don't be stupid, Johan.

We don't have time for this.

- Shut up!

They sent me to sort out this mess.

Where are the others?

- They're all dead.

- Back up there, who's dead?

- The prospectors.

Magda, Titus, Kurt...

- Magda, dead? Bullshit!

- Listen to us, Johan.

- Why?

You're supposed to be at C camp.

And now you people are all here.

And you're telling me

half you crew's dead.

- No one killed anyone.

Don't you see?

t's Esikhulu.

- Jesus!

You people are bloody

crazy, you know that?

I know what happened here.

The prospectors found a diamond pipe

and they probably

grabbed some nice stones.

- You think we stole the diamonds?

- F***ing A, pal.

And now I got the whole lot of you.

You're gonna sit for a long time.

Nice try, sweetheart.

Now, get across there with your boyfriend

before I get really cross.

- You always were a pig, Johan.

- Was that your secret weapon, Karl?

You're gonna have to try

a lot harder than that.

Get in the bloody truck, this is my party!

- F*** you!

- Move!

Move!

- Maybe when we get back to the fuel truck

he'll see what we're

talking about and let us go.

- No, this idiot's been

itching to take me down.

If he finds what's left

of Titus and Magda,

he'll use that against us.

Look and learn, my friend.

Look and learn.

(grunting)

(window breaking)

(horn honking)

- Karl!

Stop!

- He'll come around soon.

(ominous music)

- He'll be okay.

Now let's get out of here.

- Not yet.

We're going after it.

- Are you crazy?

This is our chance.

- Mikki, this thing is too unique.

We can't just walk away from it.

- This thing is a f***ing killer!

- Exactly.

And right now, it's between us and C camp.

- Now, it's looking for a nest.

Some place it can...

- Start a new colony.

- Right.

- The old Evangeline Mine.

- That's right.

(ominous music)

(growling)

- This time we level the playing field.

Gently, gently.

- Nitroglycerin.

- Hey, what about me?

- You?

You can eat sh*t and die.

You're under arrest for murder!

- Does it look like I'm under arrest?

- I'll get you for this, Karl, I swear!

(ominous music)

(door squeaking)

(loud clang)

- Sh*t!

- Just point and shoot.

- All right.

- It could be anywhere.

We're never gonna see it.

- Guys, it's a generator.

- Forget it.

This place has been out of use for ages.

- It's still got compression.

Let me see your knife.

- You're wasting time, man.

(electricity buzzing)

All right, smart ass.

Now, let's get down to business.

- We have to go low.

The nest'll be buried.

(ominous music)

(growling)

(screeching sound)

- Watch your step, guys.

(ominous music)

There it is!

(screeching sound)

(gun firing)

You want to play hard to get, do you?

- Karl!

- What?

- We should stick together.

- Stop!

Get down!

(gun firing)

- Karl!

It wants you to go in there.

Let it comes to us!

- No!

We must finish it now!

(ominous music)

- Karl!

Karl, get out of there!

Get out of there!

(ominous music)

- Here!

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(eclaims)

(groaning)

- You okay?

- Not bad for a city boy.

(music intensifies)

- It's got me by the leg!

- Hang on.

- Oh God!

- We got you.

(groaning)

- Karl, hang on!

- No!

- No! No!

- Karl, hang on!

Get out, it's gonna blow.

(screaming)

(explosion going off)

- It's starting to collapse!

- It's the queen.

Mikki, look!

It's like a giant brain.

The central intelligence.

- The walls are moving!

(gasping)

- Mikki.

This is the controlling organism.

- Then let's kill the

b*tch and get out of here!

Kill it!

Do it now!

- I can't.

- We've got to get out of here,

the whole mine could collapse.

Kill it!

Kill it!

(ominous music)

(screaming)

- Come on!

Run!

It's through here.

(loud rumbling noise)

Are you okay?

- I've been better.

- It's all right.

It's over.

Come on.

- Oh my God!

Johan!

What?

(ominous music)

(mystical music)

- Well, they've isolated

that place so well,

there's nothing that can get through.

- Yeah.

You know, I think I could get

into this fieldwork stuff.

- Does that mean you'll

be moving round more?

- Yeah.

I mean, there's plenty of time later

to think about settling down.

- Amen to that.

- There's a big world out there.

(mystical music)

- Wouldn't want to paint it.

(mystical music)

- Here.

You should have this.

Maybe we should get the

spares for the mine.

- Yeah, come.

Okay, let's put this in

the back of the taxi.

You got it?

Okay.

- Are you sure you won't come?

- I'm not ready to go back.

- They still need me up at the C camp.

Fatty Nghuza.

- Take care of yourself, surfer boy.

(mystical music)

- Esikhulu.

(ominous music)

(upbeat foreign music)

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