[Allan aims his elephant gun at a fleeing assassin]

Sanderson Reed:
But he's so far away.
[Allan lowers the gun with a grunt of frustration]

Sanderson Reed:
Yes, I thought he was.
[Allan puts on a pair of glasses]

Allan Quartermain:
God, I hate getting old.
[He aims the rifle and fires. In the far distance, the assassin goes down. Reed gapes]
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