Thirst Page #4

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What the hell happened?

Looks like he skidded off

or something.

Hey, grab the sat phone.

We gotta call this in.

It's trampled.

My God.

It's dead.

-We're gonna have to go back.

-What?

Burt, we can't go back.

We're two days away

from base camp,

and we've got five scared,

really messed up kids up there.

My God.

Something's off here.

Uncle Burt!

-Claire!

-We can't afford to go back.

Look, he got drunk, and he

drove off the ravine. Let's go.

Uncle Burt!

I don't think that's

the way it happened.

We don't know what happened.

Could've been a coyote

or a mountain lion

or something.

It could've been

a vampire too,

but that's not reality.

Look, we have no communication.

-We're understaffed.

-I understand.

We've got a dead guy

out in the middle of nowhere.

We're going back.

You do and

you go to jail, Burt.

What are you talking about?

There's a lawsuit, Burt.

You hurt that boy.

You lost control,

and you hurt him.

He lost control.

He freaked out.

I just tried to restrain him.

You sure?

Come on, Claire.

You saw it. Everybody saw it.

Everybody saw a big man

teach a boy a lesson.

We go back now,

we lose everything.

What's going on in your head?

You know,

I'm doing this for us.

For Summer and for Roth, okay?

Look, Lenny's gone.

There's nothing

we can do about that now.

We'll call it in

when we get back to base.

Uncle Burt! Claire!

The kids can't know

about this.

I'm coming!

Hey, wait up.

Hey, Claire!

-You gotta see this.

-We gotta keep moving.

-No, you need to look at...

-Come on.

Here, Luis, put these

rocks around the perimeter.

No, Wes, not like that.

It has to go in the fork.

-I want to go home.

-That makes two of us.

-Come on.

-Wes, Wes, wait.

Yeah, just like that.

Lift it up. Good.

There you go.

Wes, it has to go in the middle

of the fork there, right?

Uncle Burt?

Hey, Uncle Burt?

-I want to go home now!

-Wes!

-I can't stand this place!

-Calm down! Wes, come here!

Stop. Calm down.

Breathe, breathe?

You want to go home to what?

Sitting on the couch,

smoking weed?

At least I get to do

what I want.

Right. How's that

working out for you?

You seem miserable.

He just seems

like an idiot to me.

-What the hell was that?

-Hey, hey, hey!

You wanna go home because

you and your stepmom

get along so well?

If everybody's lives at home

are so great,

what do you think

you're doing here?

Everybody's angry because their

parents don't understand them?

I've got news. A lot of parents

don't understand their kids.

And they don't try to burn

down their house, Trapper.

Or get arrested

for attention, Meeka.

Or blow things up

and hack into the NSA?

-It's easier.

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