Predator 2 Page #5

Capture and isolation

is our objective.

Defensive action only on my orders.

Power up. Lights on. Let's get him!

We're in.

Switch to ultraviolet.

- Radio silence. Out.

- Engage ultraviolet units A through J.

- What's all this interference?

- Correcting the problem, sir.

They're moving to the second level.

Target's still moving,

heading towards the number two stairwell.

Playing right into it.

Wait a minute.

It's stopped.

It's moving back against the wall.

It's backing up. It's moving away from them.

Your boys have been made.

- Sir, it's circling around behind them.

- Get 'em out! They're walking into a trap!

Keyes, he's behind you.

Third floor structure. Right there!

Who is this? Clear the line.

He sees the damn lights.

Turn 'em off! Turn 'em off! Sh*t!

Stop him!

- Door. Open it.

- Go f*** yourself.

OK. OK.

The door.

- Yes, sir.

- You don't know what you're doing.

It's open.

- You'll ruin everything!

- F*** yourself!

Defensive formation one.

Nitrogen guns, safeties off.

Everyone else, rock'n'roll.

This is it.

He's moving down from the right.

Garber, where is he? I can't see him.

He's right there! He's right there!

Goddamn it! Where is he?

Well, give me a coordinate! Where is he?

- Watch out!

- My God.

Watch your crossfire!

What...

I'm losing my pressure.

Keyes, you all right?

Keyes, it's overhere!

Come on! Switch over!

Sh*t! I can't see!

They're gone.

They're all dead.

You want me? Here I am!

You are one...

...ugly mother...

Motherf***er!

Guess who's back.

Too late to go home now.

Get out of here, Harrigan.

I'm gonna save your ass.

This is between me and him!

God...

Birds.

Damn birds.

OK, pussyface.

It's your move.

Sh*t happens.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

That's all I need is birds.

You can do it.

I can do it. I can do it.

It's like falling off a log.

Like a 30-storey log. Damn!

Maybe I'll get lucky and fall.

Damn it.

The finalJeopardyansweris this:

...Berengaria, who neversetfootin England,

was its queen for eightyears...

...aftermarrying this king on Cyprus.

Goodluck.

Herb?

Herb, wake up!

There's somebody in the bathroom.

Herb!

- It's all right. I'm a cop.

- I don't think he gives a sh*t.

Sh*t!

Get back inside!

Holy Moses. Not again. Sh*t!

Son of a b*tch.

Oh, God.

Why can't this guy stay on the ground?

Come on, come on. Come on, come on!

Come to Papa.

Stop! Stop the elevator!

Stop it!

Now where the hell am I?

Where are you?

Jesus Christ.

That's right, a**hole!

Sh*t happens!

OK. Who's next?

Take... it.

"1715."

Harrigan!

What the f*** happened in there, huh?

Goddamn it. We came so close!

Don't worry, a**hole.

You'll get another chance.

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