Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid Page #5

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Holy sh*t.

It's sinking, it's sinking!

- Where's Cole?

- Swim to the rocks, this way.

Keep going.

- Come on, get to the rocks.

- Get to the rocks.

- Where's Cole? Cole!

- Over there.

Over there! Over there!

Come on, man. Give me your hand!

Come on.

You got it, Sam. Come on.

Give me your hand.

I've got you, I've got you.

Give me your hand,

give me your hand.

Okay, I got her.

You almost got us killed!

You almost got us killed!

You think I wanted this?

I just lost my damn boat!

You'll lose your pay

if you don't get us out.

You said you'd get us there safely.

You should've turned around.

That's enough!

There's nothing

we can do about that now.

It's a waste of energy.

What have we got?

Some specimen jars,

a map, a little water, no food.

Hard drive's ruined.

Well, pretty much

all the equipment's shot.

Except one of the SAT phones

still works. It's on-line.

Thank God, we can call the police.

Police. The nearest river patrol

is back in Padrang.

The only way to get to us

is over that.

Are you saying we're stuck here?

Maybe not.

We're here.

The valley's completely flooded.

But I got a friend who operates

a boat on the Tokut River.

I can give him a call, and he can

meet us here at Naga Rock.

How far is that?

I don't know.

A two-day hike down the river.

But if we bushwhack,

we cut at least a day off the trek.

Oh, my God.

You wanna go through that?

It's the shortest way.

We could be safely in the Tokut

by nightfall.

So we can continue

with the expedition.

- Yeah. I'll get you to the flower.

- I don't care about that flower...

...just get us to safety.

- It's the same thing.

We can either be on my buddy's boat

in 10 hours, or we can sit here...

...and wait for the river patrol

for days.

Your friend. Is he reliable?

Absolutely.

You better not screw me on this.

Sounds like you're already

screwed, mate.

Pay you two grand.

I need you on this one, John.

Yes, yes, so it seems.

Look, Billy, I'd love to help you out,

but I'm flat out, mate, you know.

Probably squeeze you in for,

say, 5 grand?

You're killing me.

That's mates rates.

Or you could always...

...hike back to Padrang

if you wanna save bucks.

- Up to you, pal.

- Fine. Five.

- Yes!

- But you better be there.

Otherwise, I'll tell your wife

about that little trip to Bangkok.

Wife's long gone, Billy.

Long gone, mate.

All right, people, we're on.

Saddle up.

Stay together. This jungle is all green

all the time, and you will get lost.

It's like doing a StairMaster

in a sauna.

Yeah. I might die of a heat stroke,

but I'll have a nice tight ass.

That's the spirit, Cole.

- You want me to grab that?

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