Tremors 5: Bloodlines Page #6

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their nest.

Look, we have

a hostage situation.

They're not gonna touch her

as long as she has the egg.

What's

the worm count?

One.

And the queen b*tch

is comin' for that egg.

Hey. HEY,

hey,hey.

- You see what I see?

- Yeah.

Okay. One of us

is gonna be bait

and one of us has

gotta snatch the kid.

Who's it gonna be?

I'll get her.

- Hold on, baby.

- Let's go.

Stand still!

Baruti!

Travis, here. Throw it!

It's okay. It's okay. BURT:

You got her, you got her.

Behind you!

I think I have an idea.

Shoot

Amahle always uses her earthworm

zapper to catch worms.

We can build one on

a much larger scale.

We have the worm. What do you

suggest we use for the zap?

The lightning.

We can use the pile rods from the

drill rig and wire them together.

You can set your watch

to the lightning, right?

Yes, and right now

we've got 13 minutes.

Let's hope the bride

doesn't get cold feet.

What's goin' on?

Can you keep her busy?

I can try.

If we're lucky, she'll

follow your seismic signature.

Send them to the river and

bring them back on my signal.

Your signal?

I'll send up a flare.

Give me some slack.

Game on, Travis.

Come on, tube snake!

Come on. They're

headed our way.

Goodness, okay.

Go, go, go, go!

Come on,

wherever you are.

On the roof.

Whoo!

Sonny boy!

Here it comes!

It's over, baby.

Come, let's go.

I just got wormed.

HEY-

Here.

Ooh. Yeah, no,

I know this is Africa,

but I'm not gonna

eat what I just killed.

Thank you.

Okay.

Well, Travis, I just wanted to

say thank you for everything.

You're a good man.

Deep down there.

What, it's not

on the surface?

It rarely ever is.

You've gotta dig deep.

See ya.

NANDl:
Amahle!

Good work today.

Yeah.

You, too.

So, what's the next

stop on the Burt train?

More Who-The-Hell-Cares,

Nevada?

It's home.

Where you goin'?

I don't know.

Probably back to Florida.

Okay. You take care,

you hear?

Hey, wait a minute.

What about my career?

What about it?

We had a deal.

You said you were gonna take the

long view, build the Gummer brand.

Said you were

gonna fix me.

You don't

need fixin', Pops.

Now, come on. We got a

gremlin to catch in Fresno.

Pops.

My name

is Burt Gummer,

and I've been

called many things.

Gun enthusiast, monster-hunter,

doomsday-prepper.

I reject all these labels.

What I am is a survivalist.

And I'm

Travis B. Welker.

I've been accused of being a ninja

photographer, an adrenaline junkie,

and hitting on

hot 22-year-olds.

I'm guilty on all accounts.

L embrace these labels,

and I live by them.

And together, we're taking on

the bizarre, the deadly, the weird.

It's a dirty job.

But dirty guys are sexy.

We've cracked

the code of survival.

We are the cure

that ails anything

crittery, creepy or crawly.

We are

the knockout punch

to the shadowy

world of monsters.

Go, go, 90!

I don't know what the

hell you unleashed in there.

So, if you need us

for anything that goes

bang in the night

or fluff under your floor...

It's over here!

Watch your back!

Or just...

...reach us on the horn.

And remember, survival

and life starts here.

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