Tremors 5: Bloodlines Page #3

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you know what I mean, right?

This is real world, son.

You're a newbie.

Newbie?

Okay, stop being Burt for a

second, and just listen.

I may have not

spent most of my life

fighting giant,

blind worms,

but I spent the last 10 years

of my life deep in the sh*t.

Pulling gigs for CNN

and Fox in the sandbox.

Yeah, Afghanistan, Syria.

You know those places?

Yeah.

And as for firearms,

I just added this

baby to my collection.

HK91.

Where'd you get that? Uh-uh-uh!

You punch my ticket

to South Africa,

and will I hand

over this beautiful,

semi-automatic

Mr. Shotty to you.

Deal.

Erich. May I call

you Erich?

Of course.

We really

appreciate your offer,

but Mr. Gummer's monster-hunting

schedule's all booked up.

Sorry.

Oh, uh...

That's a pity.

Bigfoot in the Ozarks.

Possible gremlin in Fresno.

Family of werewolves

in Peru we heard about.

Thank you for

your time, gentlemen.

I don't suppose it

would make any difference

if I offered to fully fund

Mr. Gummer's videos

for the next two years?

Four

Three.

What time does

your plane leave?

How quickly can

you roll your tents?

Rolled.

Burt Gummer.

In Africa.

Africa's not

for sissies, yeah?

We eat what we

kill here, boet.

You mind if I

call you boet?

Boet?

Yeah. It means brother.

So, you're the

monster-hunter?

Yeah, somethin' like that.

This doesn't look like any

Ass Blaster I've ever seen.

Strange attraction.

Come again?

A man who hunts a monster.

It's a strange attraction.

Mr. Bravers,

are you drunk?

Not yet.

Mr. Gummer?

We're heading for a safari

lodge, just south of the river.

The owner's been

kind enough

to let us base our

operations there.

Hey, where's my bug-out bag and

the weapons I brought from home?

About that.

We have very strict customs

laws here in South Africa.

I should have warned you about the

three-day weapons quarantine.

Three-day what'?

Don't worry about it. I've

procured us some weapons.

They're waiting

for us at the lodge.

There, there it is,

there, there.

Nice digs, Van Dyke.

It's Van Wyk.

Hey,boet

Yeah?

I got a story

for you.

Every morning in Africa,

a gazelle wakes up.

And he knows he's gotta run

faster than the fastest lion,

otherwise...

He gets killed.

Every morning,

a lion wakes up.

And he knows he's gotta

outrun the slowest gazelle,

otherwise he's

gonna starve to death.

So, it doesn't matter if you are

a lion or you're a gazelle,

in Africa,

when the sun rises,

you better be running.

Hey, if you need my help,

call me on the horn.

Mmm.

Now, you go well, boet.

Thank you.

Chop-chop, Pops.

Stop calling

me "Pops."

Got you.

Old man.

And we're clear!

What? I don't understand.

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