Tremors 5: Bloodlines Page #4

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Thank you.

You're welcome.

Nandi. After

we evacuate,

I was thinking that

maybe I should take

you and Amahle

somewhere safer.

There's so much work to do.

I can't leave this place now.

In that case,

I'm staying here.

With you.

Me, too.

Really?

You know what, try not to

shoot each other, okay?

This doesn't add up.

Ignored the thermal flare.

Came directly at us.

Protecting the nest,

weren't you? Roger that.

Where there

are Ass Blasters,

there are Graboids.

Sorry, I'm going

to have to take

that little

money-maker from you.

What're you doing?

Cashing in, hopefully.

Why don't you hand that over?

I should've

known you were dirty.

Thought it was

the luckiest day of my life.

I send Dreyer out

to get a cheetah cub,

and he runs smack-bang

into a flying carnivore.

Who are you?

Let's start with

who I'm not.

I'm not with the South

African Wildlife Ministry.

This is not gonna

end good for you.

Sure it will.

An Ass Blaster

would've fetched 100 times

what a cheetah cub or

a rhino horn would've.

Dead one,

not nearly so much.

You're a common poacher?

Morally, I'm okay with it.

You. Not so much.

Now, get

into the cage,

or I'll shoot

you in the stomach.

Shoot me.

Kill me.

But you won't cage me.

It ain't over

till it's over.

Useless!

Damn. Ow!

Hot.

Hot.

Ah!

The call of nature.

The Maasai have

been using urine

as an insect repellent

for centuries.

This may be the last

will and testament

of Mr. Bertram Gummer.

Heather.

If you're

still out there,

give

the HK 41 a good home.

I miss it.

And to some extent, you.

Bastard Van Wyk.

If l ever get

out of here alive,

lam coming for you.

Ah!

Definitely an

acquired taste.

ls it over yet?

Oh, no, no, no.

Cue the freakin' lion.

I can't hear you.

Two alphas.

One understanding.

It's lonely on top

of the food chain. Huh?

Oh, God. We're getting

to know one another.

Shade, at last.

Sh*t! NO. No!

No,no,no!

P*ssy!

I'll take you down.

Thus I give up my spear.

I will claw my way

down your gullet.

You picked a weird time

to start meditating, dude.

What the hell

you doing here?

I'm taking you

back to the zoo.

You drove straight into

a kill zone, you moron.

There's a Graboid right behind you.

Get to high ground, now.

This might get

a bit bumpy.

Hang on

to your frosting.

Hang on, Burt!

Whoo-hoo!

You missed that

last stop sign.

I think I'll walk

the rest of the way.

You wanted

to be outdoors.

Damn you, Travis!

How's Africa taste, Burt?

Go! Get on the rocks.

On the rocks!

The rocks! On the rocks!

Oh, sh*t!

My bad. You okay?

You damn near broke

every bone in my body.

Yeah, but what does that have

to do with me saving your life?

I swear, I saw Graboid markers.

I must be delirious.

You're welcome. Pops.

I told you not

to call me that.

How'd you know

where I was?

Remote viewing.

Yeah, I spent

a little time in the NSA.

Smile, you're on

candid camera.

Sorry, I forgot

your underwear.

We've been betrayed.

Van Dick?

How'd you know?

I knew the guy wasn't your

typical, run-of-the-mill D-bag.

So, I did a full, digital

cavity search on him.

And guess what? Poser!

Yeah, that whole South

African Wildlife Federation,

it's not even a thing.

He's got a Graboid egg, he intends

to sell it on the black market,

the implications of

which are unfathomable.

You fart?

No.

You smell gas?

Affirmative.

Fuel line's busted.

Good news is

.l can fix it.

Bad news is

we're outta gas.

You didn't bring

a spare jerry can?

No, Burt, l forgot

a spare jerry can

'cause I was rushing

to save your ass.

And we've got no talk?

No bars, no

Wi-Fi in the bush.

You must feel

right at home.

We got to get to high ground,

so we can get a cell signal.

Hi.

What was that?

Are you okay, Nena?

There's something

out there, Mama.

I know, baby, I know.

Baruti. Baruti. Please take

her to her room, now, okay?

Come on, Amahle.

Let's go.

Give me the spy thing you're

always looking through.

Oh! Field glasses?

Or binoculars.

Yeah, whatever, Tommy Technical.

Give 'em to me, let's go.

Anything?

Oh, crap.

What?

There's no sign

of Van Dick,

but I got a bead

on his Land Cruiser.

He must be creeping

around here somewhere.

What, are you

ready for a gun fight?

Let's do this.

Go, go!

Burt, wait up.

There goes his

trade-in value.

Tracks here.

Serpentine.

It's Graboid?

Uh-uh.

And human.

Van Wyk's. He was running.

Ooh! Hey, Burt, got

some war porn for you.

You might like that.

Phosphorus.

I'm lovin' it.

I got dibs

on the broomstick.

Damn.

Oh, Yeah. Yes.

Locked and loaded.

Okay. Stay calm.

Come on.

Take that.

Mama.

HEY-

I'm so glad you're here.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. Gang's all here.

They're coming! They're coming!

They're coming! Help.

Help me! They're coming!

Dear God!

They're coming! Help!

Freeze.

Where are you?

That's my egg.

Give me back my egg.

Move,

get up on the rocks!

On the rocks!

They can't reach you on the rocks.

They can't get you up there.

Ow!

Stay on the rock.

Don't move. Freeze there.

That's my egg.

These Grabs are on HGH.

Are you frickin'

kidding me?

The tentacles have detached

from the Graboid.

You're in the

Burt zone now.

Why is it the critical,

need-to-know information

never gets to

Burt Gummer?

Well, maybe nobody knew.

Nobody knew it?

Nobody knew the friggin'

bastards have gone free range?

It's all right.

Holy sh*t balls.

Evolution run amok.

I don't understand.

This African life

cycle has mutated.

It's much more evolved,

more efficient.

Nocturnal Ass Blasters, Grabbers

that detach from the host.

And where the hell

are the Shriekers?

What's next?

Graboids that talk?

Okay, Burt, keep it

together, all right?

Try not to have

a breakdown.

Let's just try to

focus on one thing.

Why were they zeroing

in on that ice chest?

They were going

for the egg.

Propagation

of the species.

The Ass Blasters are protecting

the Graboid bloodline.

So, you're sayin' there's some

seriously gnarly sh*t in that cave.

Like, it's really beast heavy,

Graboid Ground Zero?

We gotta get in that cave,

destroy that nest.

We can't allow

those eggs to hatch.

You sit tight.

I'm goin' in.

Since when are

you in command?

Since... Shut up, Burt.

I don't need

your crap.

Oh, really?

Yeah, Burt don't

need nothin'

except Fiber One cereal,

prune juice,

man khakis and

a monster to hunt.

You got somethin'

to say to me?

Yeah, I do.

You're suffering from a mild

case of heat exhaustion

and a severe case of "getting

too old for this crap."

So, give me the vest

and your flares.

I'm goin' in.

ls that it?

That's it.

Then why is the needle on my

bullshit detector still in the red?

I don't know. You got

trust issues, man.

Serious, you need therapy.

Just give me the vest.

You got a signal

on that phone, yet?

I have a bar.

Trade?

Really, you're gonna

barter? Okay.

Three, two, one.

First sign of trouble,

you pull the pin

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