THE survivalist Burt Gummer
My name is Burt Gummer.
And I've been told in many things.
Gun enthusiast,
monster hunter, preparacionista.
I Rejected all these labels.
What I am is a survivalist.
I rubbed the dirt and dust of Nevada and Mexico
and risked my life to catch murderers predators
giant living underground called Graboides.
With a combination of local knowledge, intuition and firepower
managed to control this deadly species
and confine the northern hemisphere.
Join me
in this journey inside and below Sands Hell.
1500 hours.
Moving through Desert Perfection, Nevada.
The epicenter of the war against the Graboides.
For those who have no idea what they are,
I'll fill you in.
The Graboide is an underground ruthless predator
about nine meters long, with a rigid internal structure.
Detects its prey seismically
and employs three powerful oral tentacles snake type
to catch it and put it to his throat.
It's not a nice place.
Believe me. I've been there.
As if that were not enough, the Graboides produce three monsters called Shriekers.
They're bad, short and retacones bipeds
that they detect and hunt their prey through infrared sensors.
These, in turn, give rise to -Ass Blasters
wings carnivorous predators
using a mixture of volatile chemicals in their...
pudenda
to take flight and fall sharply on their victims.
The Ass-Blasters hatch eggs that become new Graboides,
Starting again with the infernal cycle.
Survived many skirmishes with Graboides ,
with relatives, the Shriekers and Ass-blasters.
And so I am uniquely qualified
to teach them how to survive anything life throws at them.
And remember, life and survival
start here.
Who's hungry?
THE CRADLE OF MANKIND
South Africa
What are you doing?
Shut up.
I keep track of a dam.
Do you feel that?
All you'll feel is my boot in your ass.
Good luck with that faulty leg.
This place is boring.
Yes, and I'm tired and I'm starving..
And all we saw were all day they spotted hyenas.
Yes, of course, Boet.
Yes, talking about nature, I take the kids to the pool.
To the northwest, in the High Veld.
These reports of exotic animals
here is not wild animals.
Speaking of wild animals
wonder if my wife back with me.
If he's smart,
Definitely not.
're A complete idiot.
Am suffering. It hurts.
And you make fun of me.
Basson. You hear that?
I did not hear anything. I'm at a conference.
Here. Just here.
Basson?
Dreyer!
How profound.
Did not you see the giant pit?
I think I broke my ass.
I'll get a rope.
Brother!
Already come, relax.
- Basson? - Yes?
I'll throw the rope. Hold tight, I'll get you out of there, okay?
Haste. There's something down here.
Okay, grab the rope.
Me out of here, there's something down here. Get me out of here.
Yes, probably my ex-wife, Teresa.
Strip!
Yes, but help me, come on.
You need to lose weight.
Me out of here. I'm scared to death.
Basson!
MOJAVE DESERT
Southern Nevada
Forty-two degrees Celsius.
Hello, Nevada.
Yes
Everything tastes better outdoors.
But to enjoy a food source here
take the initiative culinary
CACTUS JUICE - PRICKLY PEAR DRIED CAZUELA
when rears its ugly head.
Let's review.
It took me 50 minutes to improvise a clay oven.
Thirty-two, turn the weed,
warm inside,
put the snake and seal the door.
Now we wait until the snake finished baking.
What hot!
And voila!
Pure protein Warm and succulent.
And I assure that the marinade cactus juice Burt
eradicate any trace
of "chicken flavor".
Who the hell are you?
Well!
Smells like chicken.
There.
The man, the myth, the legend.
The damn Burt Gummer. Travis B. Welker.
Sorry, sir. I should have told him.
Not to sound like a stalker, but I still
from his series about the conspiracy of Y2K.
I guess that's all.
Stay in your position, Riley. Not a moment of pause.
It's all yours, buddy.
Your team is there.
Thanks for the work.
What work?
The Real Housewives of Las Vegas.
Can not leave just like that!
It is a union job, with pension contributions and social work.
That's your new cameraman
has very good recommendations.
Long with the camera.
Officially're a deserter.
I guess I gave him my resume.
I brought you something.
It is a digital file.
There you will see my great skills.
I would say the same thing to your website,
but I can help.
Excuse me?
I am his follower. Perhaps the most loyal of all.
But it is here in "Who cares?", Nevada
puffing a rattlesnake says a lot.
You know what?
That is performing below capacity.
Should be a global brand. Come on!
How many monster hunters know?
I know one. Burt Gummer.
How many followers on Twitter was the last time you noticed?
None.
Will consider your opinion.
's Why I'm here. To help build the brand Burt Gummer.
I can think of, "Solitude known paranoid a lovely crazy."
I can fix it.
I do not need you to fix me.
What happened to your head? He looked back marathons Breaking Bad?
Do you try to appeal to younger, become the Pitbull?
Whatever you choose to do with my skull does not concern you.
Okay.
This is a snake, right? Not a rat?
Go!
Well done. Applause for the grill.
It could use a cold beer.
I know I do. Want one?
I think we have good vibes, right, pa '? Does the feeling?
Good conversation. Where is the beer?
Hey.
Do not touch my computer.
Calm down, pa '.
Are you the government?
No. of Florida.
I grew up on the Gulf Coast.
Panama City, Trap, Pensacola.
- Pensacola? . - Yes
have a gun show.
Yes, on the interstate.
I was there in '74
You have that look.
What look?
The of "filth did in Florida."
I understand. It was the 70s, free love , you were young.
What now?
It Looks like you finally found the IRS.
Mr. Gummer.
It is totally off the map, sir. It is hard to find.
Clearly, it is not that difficult.
'm Erich Van Wyk.
Work in the South African Ministry Wildlife.
South Africa? Do you work for the government?
What? No. I am his follower.
Continue.
We have a very urgent situation in Gauteng.
Gauteng. Is the cradle of humanity?
Yes, it is.
There was a confirmed sighting what you call an Ass-Blaster.
Impossible. The species are confined to the northern hemisphere.
I suppose, then, that's another flying carnivore
ass bouncing flames which wreaks havoc in Africa?
Sighting confirmed?
Yes, sir. Although the witness did not survive.
- When do we leave? - Excellent.
Not so fast, Gums.
's A pretty attractive wild, Mr. Van Dick.
Van Wyk.
Van Wyk, okay.
Mr. Gummer no longer engaged in the business of monsters.
How?
Give us a moment, okay?
What are you doing?
- I'm trying to get a ticket. - A ticket?
Money. Listen.
Do not accept the first offer. I will try.
Request denied. Work alone.
But you need a cameraman.
You need to think big.
Think. Gummer in Africa.
This is our chance to film yourself doing what you do
and giving all those Ass-blasters.
I do not express myself well, but you know what I mean.
This is the real world. You're a rookie.
Novato?
Stop acting like Burt and listen.
It may not have spent my life fighting blind giant worms,
but spent the last 10 years in very dangerous places.
I worked for CNN and Fox Middle East.
Yes, Afghanistan, Syria. Do you know these places?
Yes
As for the weapons,
Beauty just add this to my collection.
HK 91.
Where did you get?
If you take me to South Africa
I will give this beautiful semiautomatic Mr. Gunner, you.
Deal.
Erich. Can I call Erich?
Course.
Appreciate your offer,
but the timing of hunting monsters Mr. Gummer is complete.
Sorry.
What a pity.
Bigfoot in Ozark.
A possible elf in Fresno.
We hear about a family of werewolves in Peru.
Thanks for your time, gentlemen.
I guess that would make no difference
if I offered to finance
videos Mr. Gummer the next two years?
Four.
Three.
What time does the plane leave?
How fast you can pack the tents?
You are ready.
Burt Gummer. In Africa.
Africa is not for wimps, right?
Here we eat what we hunt, Boet.
Do you mind to tell you Boet?
- Boet? - Yes. It means "brother".
So you're a monster hunter?
Yes, something like that.
This is not like any Ass-Blaster I've ever seen.
- Strange attraction. - Excuse me?
A man hunting monsters. Strange attraction.
Mr. Bravers, are you drunk?
Not yet.
Mr. Gummer?
We went to a safari lodge south of the river.
The owner let us use it as a base.
Where are my survival backpack and weapons?
Regarding that...
Customs is very strict in South Africa.
I should warn you about the three-day quarantine weapons.
What?
Do not worry. We got some weapons.
They are already in the cabin.
There.
RESERVE CRADLESTONE
Magalies Mountains
Nice place, Van Dyke.
Van Wyk.
- Hey, Boet. - Yes?
I have a story to tell.
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes .
And he knows have to run faster than the fastest lion,
if not...
Die.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
And know you have to be faster than the slowest gazelle,
if not starving.
No matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle,
in Africa, where the sun rises,
have to run.
If you need my help, do sound the horn.
- Good luck, Boet. - Thank you.
Fast, pa '.
Stop telling me "pa '".
Understood.
Friend.
All clear!
What? I do not understand.
It is a monitor seismic vibrations.
Is connected to the national seismological network
And can detect Graboides 80 kilometers radius.
Very advanced.
- Graboide? ¿Worms? - Exactly.
He is Johan Dreyer.
It is my local field agent, and safari guide area.
- It is the one who witnessed the fatal attack. - So is.
And this handsome, towering lots of chocolate is my assistant, Thaba.
Great weapon.
Rifle.
Bet that makes you feel very powerful.
I can kill a rhinoceros that attacks 100 meters.
Would you like jogging?
What is the Thunderdome?
Not you'd know a rhinoceros distinguish
even if you gore.
The Graboides and Ass-Blasters are immune to known tranquilizers
so your arms do not serve to hunt these creatures.
Capture. The plan is to capture them, right?
These things are not captured. Are killed.
Mátenlas, captúrenlas, I do not care.
But what we have in Africa, sir, are not Graboides .
If Ass-Blasters, there Graboides .
DIGGING IN LAKE plovers
Province Gaunteng
Odontotermes Baadi.
Yes
But a large scale.
It has the same magnesium jaws.
That explains the presence of formic acid in the bedrock that surrounds it.
Spits acid to soften the rock, he crosses jaw.
It is a super excavator.
We're going out on top of the journal Science.
Already I left at that.
I want to go out in National Geographic.
Mr. Gummer. Here.
Say "big".
How "big" they say in Zulu?
Hello, Baruti. I see that you take the girls for a walk.
You know these girls are too smart for you ,
and someone has to.
It acts naturally.
These men are investigating the attack of lightning bird.
Monster hunters, right?
Something like that. I'm still training, but I lack little .
There.
Want weapons, Burt? So we do.
Go.
Here.
What is this?
Weapons asked.
A BSA .303 and .30-06?
There is also a Colt Peacemaker.
And a...
Coso double barrel.
Are you serious? BEST we spit through a straw.
True, not everything you asked.
No, silly footmen government confiscated what I ordered.
Yes, I regret that very much.
Do not give guns as if nothing
any muscular guy who comes to safari country.
Are in Africa, Mr. Gummer.
But we're not all savages.
Is that not racist? Sounded a little racist.
Salvajista.
I promised the proper weaponry.
What do you think hunt, a flying squirrel?
That 30-06 kill anything living in the continent.
Anything.
Who is she?
- Hello. - Hello.
What are you doing?
I attract worms to use as bait.
Mira. Here they come.
Go!
Got Wasabi?
Eat it.
- What do you eat? - Eat it. It is an African tradition.
Really?
- No. - my God.
Travis.
She is Dr. Nandi Montabu.. The reserve belongs.
- Hello, doctor. - Nandi is fine.
No, have free WiFi in a cafe is fine.
You are like a cocktail.
As a sweet coffee
with African spices.
Okay, it sounds delicious. Thank you. You must be Travis.
Relax, Mr. Welker.
Mr. Gummer, welcome.
I did to prepare them refreshments in the cabin.
- With all due respect, Doctor... - Nandi.
Nandi, I think we should go straight to hunt .
Us rest, Mr. Gummer. We will start in the morning, okay?
I came not to do a safari.
If Graboides here, no one is safe.
Travis, Did you eat the worm?
Hello.
We did.
You did.
Yes I hate back to the real world and give classes to students drugged.
Would be nice to stay here with you.
I wish that this moment will last the rest of my life.
There Basson died.
Coordinates?
- What? - Longitude and latitude?
Not calculate the coordinates.
I have everything in my head.
What communications field?
- What the hell was that? - The wedding of a monkey.
It is local slang. Partly sunny.
At this time, it rains every day at the same hour.
You can set the alarm.
- 1500 hours. - Exactly.
Mother Nature respects its rhythms.
- Dr. Montabu.. ¿Nandi? . - Yes
I think you should see this.
Why?
There was another attack.
Definitely was not an Ass-Blaster, Mr. Van Wyk.
Hello, Gums.
You may want to see this.
If you're dumb, you bleed.
It has a bigger problem than I thought, Mr. Van Wyk.
How?
This Graboide is much bigger than the US.
We are in Africa. Everything is bigger.
Everything except my ammunition.
Know the enemy force is essential.
What other surprises have prepared me?
I'm learning, Mr. Gummer.
This is thinner too. Much thinner.
And more dangerous.
We need a giant cage.
Heaven, Gummy, we understand. You like your equipment.
Not only I like. My arms and I are one.
This is a hot area.
What ministry he said Van Wyk was affiliated?
Wildlife Federation South. Why?
Just out of curiosity.
Hey!
Do you want a ride?
No, I see you there.
Where are you gonna do?
I invited to watch a tribal dance.
We left at about 2200 hours.
I suggest you eat something and get some sleep.
Wait. That's my curfew?
I do not follow curfews, pa. Yes? I am an adult.
But I suggest this.
I think you should go inside, okay?
Check the minibar. Check the status of your pension contributions.
And I'll go down the intelligence of the stunning South African .
And I'm going to dance with the natives.
Hello!
Come!
- Hello! - Hello!
- You came. - Go.
- Good party. - Yes.
- Do a barrel? . - Yes
Try this.
- What is it? - Courage.
What?
Tastes like cow urine.
- Want more? Try again. - No.
What is this?
It is a war dance.
Our ancestors hunted to Inkanyamba and lightning bird.
What is that?
Lightning bird is what you call Ass-Blaster.
- Ass-Blaster. .. - Yes
Yes
When you say, it sounds good.
Thaba, much I do not trust these guys.
Especially such Travis.
I do not like looking at my Nandi.
Now is your Nandi?
Yes, it could.
Good luck, brother.
I can dream, right?
You dreams of a couple of cold beers, will you?
Hundreds, Boet.
By dreams.
Holy heaven!
Okay.
What you call Ass-Blaster,
in our language means "bird ray".
The Impundulus are nocturnal hunters.
Biosensors have forehead and base their hunting in infrared signatures.
If married day, they can be confused to select the target.
So the bugs come out at night to hunt when it's cold?
Yes, they are like vampires.
No!
He went and took Thaba.
What attracted engine heat.
- The engine was cold. - Thaba We must rescue.
I'll get my team.
Go, Boet. Is that Thaba?
Turn off the engine.
HPF 250. Team blocking heat.
Are you one of those gowns for me, Princess?
Turn on the air conditioning to plug your infrared signature.
Yes, tough guy.
Thaba.
Hey.
Thaba.
I have better things to do that Americans care about.
Thaba!
Wait, I have you.
Damn. I have no more ammunition.
Come on, Boet. Come on, man, walking.
Help me, Boet!
I gave in its sparkling ass.
're Like damn Rambo.
Let's get out of here.
What happened?
The question is: Where were you?
- He was with me. - Really?
We have information, doctor.
Those damn flamethrower crossed the DMZ.
You have to evacuate everyone as quickly as possible.
Thank God you're here, Mr. Gummer.
Well, all weapons loaded. We will go after them.
- We leave in 10 minutes. - I carry the cage.
No, Yankee. It is my cage, I take it.
- Wait, Gummy Bears. - Do not tell me so.
Wait.
First, I do not ever touch that.
Second, I do not ever touch that.
Understand?
Yes, understood.
I do not have time to pose for the camera!
Was a mistake to bring.
Another pain in the ass of progress.
You need to calm down.
Do not tell me to calm down. You disappeared.
Now there is another killed in action and a raid AB that control.
Want to contribute?
Help with the evacuation.
Then join us. Do you think you can handle that?
Mr. Gummer, I think this will seem useful.
God exists.
- R5. - Full charger.
I adjusted the same look.
Where did you get this?
Better not to know.
I like his style. Amen.
What makes a veterinary with a machine gun?
They must have flown north of the river.
The Ass-Blasters not fly, plan.
Mix several gastrointestinal volatile chemicals
that light off.
A fart to be thrown off? How funny.
Listen. You hear that?
Black-backed jackal.
Scavengers.
Good. Forward and stop the engine. We'll take a look.
If you come prepared, Mr. Gummer.
A Basson was killed on that hill, below that cliff.
I think we found the colony of Ass-blasters.
What bait? Do we have heating
for these assholes to see?
For sports injuries.
Forget meat.
We need heat.
Happiness.
Well, unzip the cage.
Understood.
Is that?
I'm sure it's not Mickey Mouse.
Stay behind me can not read their infrared signature.
Remember, Mr. Gummer, capture it, not kill them.
Quiet. Tire.
Hello to my dart, damn.
Not panic.
Stay in your positions!
Quiet.
Fuck that, I'm going!
No, stay with me!
So.
Fly right in front of the sight,
fucking fart.
You can not kill me. I am an African.
Ass-Blast flambe.
What did you do?
Why did you kill him?
Dreyer And also?
- Nandi, Amahle! . - Yes
You left it in my truck.
- Thanks. - You are welcome.
Nandi. After evacuate,
I should take you and Amahle to a safer place.
There's much work. I can not leave now.
In that case, I'm staying here.
You.
Me too.
Really?
Try not to shoot among you.
No sense.
They ignored the flame temperature.
They came straight for us.
Guarding the nest, right? I do understand.
Where there Ass-Blasters,
there Graboides.
Sorry, I have to take that source of money .
What does?
Receivable, I hope. I entréguemelo.
Should have known he was lying.
I thought it was the best day of my life,
Dreyer commanded to seek a puppy of cheetah
and found a flying carnivore.
Who are you?
First I'll tell you who I am not.
I'm not the South African Ministry Wildlife.
This is not going to work out.
Sure.
An Ass-Blaster would be worth 100 times
More than a cheetah cub or a rhinoceros.
One dead, not so much.
It is a poacher either.
Morally, it does not bother me.
You bother me.
Tuck the cage or give a shot in the stomach.
Shoot me.
Kill me.
But I do not get into a cage.
Not end
until it ends.
Useless!
Damn.
Heat.
The call of nature.
The Masai use urine repellent centuries.
Perhaps this is the last testament
Mr. Bertram Gummer.
Heather.
If you go there,
you find a good home for the HK 41.
strange thing.
And to some extent, you too.
Van Wyk, asshole.
If I get out of here alive,
I'll pick.
Definitely it is not something like input.
Have you finished?
No.
Enter the damn lion scene.
I not hear you.
Two alphas.
An understanding.
The top of the food chain is lonely .
God. We're meeting.
Shadow, finally.
Damn! Do not!
No!
Coward!
I'll beat you.
So I give up my spear.
I'll hold my claws
going down your throat.
Picked a strange time to start meditating.
- What are you doing here? - I'll take you back to the zoo.
Direct You led a killing zone, idiot.
There is a Graboide behind you. Go to high ground.
Maybe there potholes.
Hold on tight.
Hold on, Burt!
Did not see the stop sign.
I'll walk the rest of the way.
You wanted to be outdoors.
Damn, Travis!
What you know Africa?
Forward! Get on the rocks! A rock!
Rocks! A rock!
Damn!
Was my fault. Are you okay?
I almost you break every bone.
What has that to do that will save your life?
I swear I saw Graboides markers. I must be delirious.
Nothing, pa.
I told you I did not say so.
- How did you know where I was? - Remote viewing.
Yes, I spent time at the NSA.
Smile, I'm filming.
Sorry, I forgot your underwear.
They betrayed us.
- Van Dick? - As you know?
I knew it was not the typical negligible.
So I made a complete digital investigation.
And guess what. It's an impostor!
Yes, the Wildlife Federation South Africa
not even exist.
Have an egg, want to sell on the black market,
With incalculable consequences.
- You threw a fart? - No.
- Do not you smell gas? - Affirmative.
Fuel line broke.
The good news is that I can fix.
The bad news is that we ran out of gas.
You did not bring an extra can?
No, Burt, forgot the extra can because I rushed to save your life.
What we are cut off?
No WiFi in the desert. You must feel eating at home.
We have to go to higher ground to have signal.
Hello.
What was that?
- Are you okay, baby? - There's something out there, Mom.
I know, baby. I know.
Baruti. Take her to the room, please.
Come Amahle.
Give me something to spy why you're always watching.
- Twins? - O binoculars.
As call, Tommy Techno. Give it to me, come on.
Do you see anything?
- Fuck. - Than?
No sign of Van Dick, but I see his Land Cruiser.
Should quietly walk around here.
- Are you ready for a shootout? - Let's do.
Forward!
Burt, wait.
- No longer serve as part payment. - Here are footprints.
- Serpentine. - Is a Graboide?
And human.
De Van Wyk. I was running.
White Phosphorous
Burt, you got war porn.
You might also like.
Phosphorus. I love.
I ask broomstick.
Damn.
- Yes - Trabada and charged..
Good. Keep calm.
Come on.
Take that.
- Mom. - Hello.
- I'm so glad you're here. - Are you okay?
Yes. Everything is in place.
They're coming! Relief.
- Help! They're coming! - OMG!
They're coming! Help!
Stay.
Where it is?
That egg is mine. Give me back my egg.
- Move, climb rocks! - On the rocks!
Do not reach into the rocks. Will not reach up there.
Stay in the rock.
Do not move. Stand still.
That egg is mine.
These Grabos take growth hormones.
Is it a damn joke?
The tentacles were removed from the Graboide.
You are now in the Burt area.
Why critical and necessary information
never reaches Burt Gummer?
- Perhaps no one knew. - No one knew?
No one knew who the bastards now cover the entire territory?
Okay.
- Heaven. - Evolution is out of control.
I do not understand.
African life cycle mutated. Is more evolved, more effective.
-Ass Blasters night. Graboides they separate.
And where the hell are the Shriekers?
What's next? ¿Graboides speaking?
Okay, Burt. Control yourself.
Concentrate on one thing. Why they were heading to the refrigerator?
They wanted the egg.
Propagation of the species.
The Ass-Blasters are protecting the bloodline .
Do you think there's something really dangerous in that cave?
What is full of beasts, which is the focus of Graboides?
We have to go to that cave, destroy the nest.
We can not allow these Graboides born.
Wait here. I will come.
- Since when are you in charge? - From... Shut up, Burt.
- I do not need your crap. - Really?
Yes, Burt needs nothing except cereal, prune juice,
khakis and a monster hunt.
- Got something to say? . - Yes
you suffering a mild case of sunstroke
and severe "too old for this" case.
Give me your jacket and your explosives.
- Will go myself. - That's it?
's All.
So why the needle my polygraph still red?
I do not know. You do not trust people.
Seriously, you need to do therapy. Give me the vest.
Already a signal on the phone?
I have a bar.
- Exchanged? - Really, we're going to barter? All right.
Three, two, one.
Problem, pull the ring
this Granada phosphorus and run away.
- Do you understand? - I understand.
From now on, I got it.
I admit that takes guts.
This is nonsense.
Talk to me, make it worthwhile.
Mr. Bravers, Burt Gummer here. I am in trouble.
Yes, the desert does that.
How I can help, Boet?
I need a can of gasoline and ammunition.
Why not? Where are you?
Three kilometers northwest of a railway bridge become road.
I know where it is.
Armed Will I?
Is there another way?
I have a couple of rockets that took a MiG-23 in the border war.
- Is it too much? - Not at all.
Let Africa. We will have fun, hunt a little.
We will go to a dark, deep and dark...
By God.
No. Again, no!
're Horrible.
Suck it!
- What's New? - Yes. I think we flew the mother lode.
- What's going on, Baruti? - I do not know.
Is assumed that these creatures are nocturnal hunters .
Why did you change?
Predators do not change their tactics unless forced.
- Something caused these attacks. - The animals are always looking for food.
No, I do not think that's it. There are other reservations here.
- We are the target. - Yes
What weapons are loaded and the truck ready..
Let's go to the village.
- The more the merrier. . - Yes
Those eggs are completely protected.
Are we going?
Not so fast.
Our protection has just arrived.
There they are.
No. Let's run!
Did the leader angry worm?
Pig warrior
Turn it off.
A rocks!
Climb, back up!
Hold on.
Come on. Come here. Back inside.
Hold on!
Charley?
Charley!
Charley?
This sucks.
You do not have ammunition and the cave must fly.
Come Gums. Do not lose faith.
Definitely, we are lost.
- But we still have ammunition. - I have only this toy revolver.
The bag is full and ready to explode.
Be creative.
- My God. You are right. . - Yes
That stirs up some eggs.
No, with that make a great omelet, we will.
How do we get the helicopter eat without being alive?
There is a herd there.
If we run it, we lose between their seismic signatures.
What? That's your bright idea? Run?
"When the sun rises in Africa, you'd better run."
- You ready, man? - Squeeze the throttle.
Consider it done.
Not be long.
Forward!
Make way, ladies. Spread out.
- Get to the helicopter. - Close it.
- Yes! - Peace man. Back to.
Good. Escalfemos eggs.
- Rummage around. - Yes, sorry.
Hello. There are 16 rocket pod MiG house. Apparently charged 10
- This will sound the. - Too much, do not you think?
If we attack, it all.
Good. 60. Enough
- Hey, I like that song. - Come on, where's Tupac?
A Burt does not like what hippie and free love, do you?
- I back. - To what?
A when you do not know.
At a gun show in Florida?
What do you know about Florida?
We're wasting time.
Good. Laser appointed. Target in sight.
Damn!
Yes!
Psycho.
What the hell...? Heaven.
What the hell...? I thought you were dead!
I swallowed. I swallowed that chick.
Meals had 10 advanced, 20 and backward shit.
So I spat.
Did you spit?
I tickled inside the belly.
I once did too.
He turned his slut. Let's get out of here.
- Fasten your seat belts. - Let's go. I close it.
Well, come on.
- Come on. - Come on.
Come on.
Stay close, Amahle. Yes?
're Here.
Ben. We must get to the truck.
Stay close.
Is the roof again?
I like this bold Baruti.
Come Amahle. Come on, get in back.
Well done.
Damn!
I can not get through the concrete slab.
He is turning around.
I have an idea.
Okay. Stay here, baby.
Give me fire.
There. Thank you.
Come on.
- Thank you for gasoline. - You're welcome, Boet.
I have to put out a fire in Zululand,
and the ship almost no fuel.
- If you need me. - I'm calling for the horn.
I think you're going to need this.
A FN MAG. Classic.
Give a good blow.
- It's all yours. - Thank you. Boet.
Always running. Yes
Never stop running, Boet. Never!
Let's talk about Florida.
THE SUNSHINE STATE many women..
You wonder what you know about me in Florida.
I know you went to a Grateful Dead concert once
when you were there.
How do you know that? It was 40 years ago.
I think I know who you were.
What do you know about Jasmine?
Mix daughter flowers and addicted to heroin. Model.
I hated disco. He loved Hendrix.
You were selling weapons of your dad. She was in the parking lot.
- Burning her bra. - Opposites known.
They spend the night together.
Love is bullshit, right?
What are you her?
I say "mom" most of the time.
That must be removed many things.
- You mean you and me... - That's right. Bloodline.
You see the leitmotif?
- No. - Yes
- No. Impossible.. - Tell me.
I do not believe you. Can not be my son.
What? That was rude. Do you think you're better than me?
It's not... Look!
Yes, look at me.
How could he be the son of Burt Gummer? A man so important.
You know what? Forget this.
Let's not make a scene style Dr. Phil.
Survive the invasion of worms in Africa
And we'll never talk. According?
Motherfucker!
Let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Damn!
- We are hooked. - You have a gun. Use it.
Yes!
I want a paternity test.
- What is this? - I found it.
- Amahle. - What's up?
I think I know why they attack.
- Where would you go? - In the village.
- More the merrier. - Come on.
Stay in the car, okay?
CRADLESTONE
Nandi!
Go!
Amahle?
- Amahle? - Amahle.
- Amahle! - Amahle!
Mom!
No seismic activity.
Travis, look! Amahle, behind you!
- God, no! No. - Get on the truck!
- No, my daughter. Do not! - Come on.
- It is going to be all right, honey. - It's okay. Wait here.
Go!
- It is going to be all right, honey. - Wait!
- Let me shoot him. - No. We can not put the girl at risk.
- What's in the basket? - I think he has Inkanyamba egg.
That egg is the last in the bloodline.
- How do you know? - Because we flew the nest.
The egg is their hostage.
Do not touch while they have.
- How many worms there? - A.
And the queen will come to find the egg.
Hey.
- Do you see what I see? . - Yes
One of us will be the bait and the other has to grab the girl.
- Who does it? - I'll go get her.
- Wait, darling. - Come on.
Stay still!
Baruti!
Travis, here. Throw it!
- Okay. - You have it.
Behind you!
- I think I have an idea. - Tell me.
Amahle always attracts worms with your device.
We can build a much larger one.
We have the worm. How to suggest that we attract?
Rays.
We can use punch poles to connect.
Rays are always at the same time, right?
Yes, and left 13 minutes.
Hopefully the bride not let us down.
What is happening?
- Can you distract? - I can try.
If we are lucky, you will seismic signature.
Take them to the river and bring back to my signal.
- Does your sign? - I shoot a flare.
Loosen the rope.
He started the game, Travis.
Come on, snake!
- Come on. They headed this way. - My God, all right.
Come on!
Come on, wherever they are.
Get in the ceiling.
Son!
's Coming!
's Over, honey. Come on.
I am covered castings.
Hey.
Here.
Yes, no, I know we're in Africa, but I will not eat what I just killed.
- Thanks. - According.
Travis just wanted to thank you for everything you did.
're A good man. Deeply.
Not on the surface?
It is almost never the case. We have to look deep.
We see.
Amahle!
Good work today.
Yes.
You too.
What is your next destination?
"Who cares?" Nevada?
I'm going home.
- Where do you go? - I do not know.
Probably return to Florida.
Beware.
Wait.
- What about my career? - What about your career?
We had a deal.
You said you were going to think long term, Gummer create the brand.
You said you were going to fix.
No need to fix, pa.
Come on. We have a bogey in Fresno catch.
Pa.
survivalists
with Burt Gummer and Travis B. WELKER
My name is Burt Gummer, and told me in many ways.
Gun enthusiast, monster hunter, preparacionista.
Rejected all these labels.
What I am is a survivalist.
I am Travis B. Welker.
It has accused me of being photographer ninja, adrenaline junkie
and win attractive twenties.
'm Guilty of all charges.
I accept those labels and live according to them.
And together explore the strange and deadly.
's A dirty job.
But the dirty men are sexy.
HERE COMES THE FATHER
We discovered the key to survival.
We are the cure for any creature that crawls.
HERE COMES THE SON
We are the knockout blow to the mysterious world of monsters.
Go!
HERE COMES THE EXCITEMENT
I do not know what the hell let go there.
If you need to catch something make noise at night or under the floor...
- Here it is! - Care!
Or just...
call.
And remember, life and survival start here.
survivalists
with Burt Gummer and Travis B. WELKER
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