Tremors 5: Bloodlines Page #5

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on this white phosphorus

grenade and you skedaddle.

Comprende?

Comprende.

I'll handle it

from here.

He's got a pair,

I'll give him that.

This is retarded.

You're talking to me,

so make it count.

Mr. Bravers, Burt Gummer

here- I'm in a bit of pickle.

Well, yeah. The bush

can do that to you.

So, how can

I help, boet?

I need a jerry can

of gas and some ammo.

Ah. Why the hell not?

Where are you?

About three clicks

northwest

of some old railroad bridge,

modified for road use.

Ah, yeah, yeah.

I know the spot.

So, must I come heavy?

Is there any other way?

Well, I've got

a couple of rocket pods

I took off a MiG-23

in the border war.

It's too much?

Just right.

Come to Africa. We'll

have some laughs, see some game.

Go to a deep,

dark, cavernous...

on, my God.

No. Not again!

You are one ugly b*tch.

Suck on this!

Whoa!

Anything to report?

Yeah. I think we

hit the mother lode.

What's

happening, Baruti?

I don't know.

I mean, these creatures are

supposed to be nocturnal hunters.

Why have they changed?

Predators don't

change their tactics

unless they are

forced to do that.

Something's triggered

these attacks.

Animals always go

for the food source.

No, I don't think it's that.

There are other reserves here.

So, they're targeting us. Yes.

Make sure all of our weapons are

loaded and the truck is ready.

We're going

to the village.

Safety in numbers.

Yeah.

Those eggs have got themselves

the full protection package.

So, we punt?

Not so fast.

Our protection

package has just arrived!

There they are.

Oh, no.

Let's call it!

We pissed off

the head worm?

Shut it down.

To the rocks,

to the rocks!

Come on,

come on back!

Hang on. Hang on.

Come on. Come here.

Come back inside, man.

Hold on!

Charley?

Charley?

Charley?

Charley!

Charley?

This is a bag

of d*cks.

We're outta ammo and we

have to blow that cave.

Come on, Gums.

Don't lose faith.

We are definitely F'ed up

beyond all recognition.

But we are not

out of ammo.

All I got is this

damn pop gun, that's it.

The bag is full,

and it's ready to blow.

Think outside the box.

Oh, my God. You're right. Yeah.

That'll scramble

a few eggs.

Oh, no. That'll make a big frickin'

omelet, is what that'll make.

Now, how do we get to the chopper

without gettin' eaten alive?

There's a herd

of cattle out there.

If we run with them,

we can get lost

in their seismic

signatures.

What? That's your

brilliant idea, to run?

"When the sun rises in Africa,

you better be running."

You ready for this,

old man?

You better step on it.

Consider it stepped on.

Not too far, now.

Go, go, go, go!

Out of my way, ladies.

Break it up, break it up.

You get to the helo.

You lock it up.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Easy, hoss.

She'll be back.

Right. Let's poach

some eggs.

Scramble.

My bad.

Hello. These MiG pods hold 16 rockets each.

Looks like he loaded 10.

This is gonna

ring their bells.

It's a bit of overkill,

don't you think?

If you're gonna give 'em the

horn, give 'em the horn.

All right. All right,

enough of the '60s.

Hey, I like that song.

Come on, where's

the Tupac?

Burt doesn't love the old hippy-dippy,

free-love stuff, does he?

Takes me back.

Back to where?

Back before I met

your sorry ass.

Back to a gun show

in Florida?

What do you

know about Florida?

We're burnin' daylight.

All right. Laser designated.

Locked on target.

Holy sh*t balls!

Oh, yeah!

Psycho.

What the hell? Jesus.

What the hell? I thought

you were dead, man!

Swallowed. Swallowed

by that wide broad.

She was about 10 meals ahead

and 20 craps behind.

So, she spat me out.

Spat you out?

Well, I tickled the insides

of her belly a little bit.

Been there,

done that, my man.

The b*tch is back.

Let's get outta here.

Buckle up, boys.

Come on, let's go.

Lock it up, lock it up.

Okay, let's go.

Let's go. Come on,

come on, come on.

Come, come,

come, come on.

Stay close, Amahle.

Stay close, okay?

They're here.

Okay. All we need to do

is get to your truck.

Stay close.

Again with the roof?

Whoo!

I like this

badass Baruti.

Come. Come, Amahle.

Come on, get in the back.

Good girl.

Sh*t!

It couldn't make it

through the concrete slab.

Okay, it's

turning around.

I've got an idea.

All right.

Stay here, baby, okay?

Give me a light,

give me a light.

There you go. Thanks.

Let's go.

Thanks for the gas.

No worries, boet.

Hey, look, I've gotta go

and fight a fire in Zululand,

and my girl's

running on fumes.

So, if you need me...

I can reach you

on the horn.

Yebo.

I've got a feeling

you're gonna be needing this.

An FN MAG.

Classic.

She packs a punch,

that baby.

She's all yours.

Thanks.

Boet

Always be running. Yeah.

Never stop running,

boet. Never!

Let's talk

about Florida.

Sunshine State.

Lotta ladies.

I'm askin' what you know

about me and Florida.

I know that you went to a

Grateful Dead concert once

when you were there.

How could you possibly know that?

That was 40 years ago.

Pretty sure I know

who you went with.

What do you

know about Jasmine?

Flower child meets

heroin chic. Model.

Hated disco.

Loved Hendrix.

You were selling your dad's old guns.

She was in the parking lot.

Burning her bra.

Far left meets far right.

They spend the night.

Love's a b*tch,

huh, Burt?

Who is she to you?

I call her "Mom"

most of the time.

Boom!

Well, that's gotta stir up

some sh*t, right? Huh?

You mean,

you and me are...

That's right.

Bloodlines.

Feel the theme

happenin', here?

No.

Yes.

No. Impossible.

You're tellin' me.

I don't believe it. There's

no way you're my offspring.

What? Well, that's a

dick thing to say?

What, do you think

you're better than me?

I just don't... I mean...

Crud. Look at you!

Yeah, look at me.

How could I be the son

of Burt Gummer?

A man of such

towering importance.

You know what?

Forget it.

We don't have to do this whole Dr.

Phil thing, okay?

Let's just survive this

African worm invasion,

and we'll go back to never speaking

to each other again. Cool?

Son of a b*tch!

Let's get outta here.

Let's boogie.

Damn it!

Grabber's got us hooked!

You've got a gun. Use it.

Yeah, dawg!

I want a paternity test.

What's this?

I found it.

Amahle.

What's going on?

I think I know why

we're under attack.

Where would they go?

The village.

Safety in numbers.

Let's go.

Stay in the car,

baby,okay?

Nandi!

Come on. Come on!

Let's go!

Amahle? Amahle?

Amahle?

Amahle.

Amahle!

Amahle!

Mom!

No seismic activity.

Travis, look!

Amahle, behind you!

God, no! No, no.

Off the ground

and on the truck!

No, she's

my child. No!

Let's go.

It's gonna

be okay, honey.

It's okay.

Wait right there.

Go, go, go!

It's gonna

be okay, honey.

Hold on!

Let me get

a shot on it.

No, no, no. We can't

risk hitting the girl.

What does she

have in that basket?

I think she's got

an lnkanyamba egg.

That egg is the last

of the bloodline.

Why do you say that?

Because we blew up

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