Predator Page #10

Ramirez CRIES out.

EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY

HEARING Ramirez' cry, Schaefer signals to Hawkins to move. Hawkins

moves out, fast, heading towards the sound...

EXT. HAWKINS - DAY

SEES Anna running away. He gives chase.

Anna, although bound, is light and fit and runs fast, hurdling fallen

logs and branches, charging through the undergrowth. She has a good

start.

Hawkins, hampered by the radio and weapon but in tremendous shape,

thunders after her, closing the distance.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - DAY

As he passes from behind a large tree, surrounded by dense foliage,

SEEING the fleeing Anna. He watches her and then begins to move

parallel with her, only faster, the green of the jungle rushing by in a

blur.

EXT. ANNA AND HAWKINS - DAY

Anna, bursting through a grove of ferns, drives on, breathing hard with

the exertion.

Hawkins, ten yards behind, closing the distance, taking advantage of

any hesitation Anna makes, struggling with the dense jungle.

Anna hits a small clearing, an alleyway through the trees. She sprints

hard across the clear ground.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - DAY

Moving through the jungle. As he steps clear of the foliage he SEES

Anna driving hard into the alleyway, running directly towards him.

Twenty yards away, Hawkins, closes in.

BACK TO SCENE - HAWKINS

Only a few feet behind Anna, lunges forward, knocking her to the

ground. In a second he's on her, his weapon ready. She struggles to her

feet, fighting, gasping for breath. Hawkins holds the MP-5 on her,

looking at her, almost pleading. He doesn't want to shoot her, but he

will if he has to.

HAWKINS:

Please...

She looks at the weapon, to Hawkins and then, hopefully, to the jungle.

She stops, staring hard down the alleyway. Something... suddenly she

sees it!

ANNA:

(in Spanish)

Look out, behind you!!!

Hawkins spins...

EXT. HAWKINS AND ANNA'S POV - DAY

SEEING the MOTTLED OUTLINE of the Hunter's body, racing towards them,

as if the entire wall of the jungle were rushing in. The Hunter's

WEAPON flares to life.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - ANNA AND HAWKINS - DAY

As he hurtles towards them, their faces frozen in surprise

BACK TO SCENE - ANNA AND HAWKINS

A splitting THUD as Hawkins is hurtled backwards into the undergrowth,

the Hunter's hand and WEAPON flashing through the air.

BLOOD splashes on Anna's face. She SCREAMS as Hawkins' MP-5 FIRES a

short BURST into the air.

EXT. RIVER BED - DAY

HEARING the GUNFIRE, Schaefer WHISTLES low and sharp. Ramirez, face

bloody, swings into action, moving in a coordinated defensive/offensive

pattern into the jungle.

HAWKINS - BACK TO SCENE

The Hunter's ARM and SPUR hook into Hawkins' leg, and he is dragged

into the jungle.

EXT. RAMIREZ - DAY

Ramirez runs forward ten paces, drops to a crouch, scanning to each

side. Immediately Schaefer runs forward twenty paces. As he passes

Ramirez, Ramirez turns and scans the rear and flanks.

Dillon, Mac and Blain repeat the maneuver, leap-frogging forward,

canvassing the jungle, providing areas of intersection cover.

EXT. RAMIREZ

Entering the alleyway where Hawkins was killed he SEES Anna, cowering

in the bushes, her blood splattered face glazed with terror, his eyes

vacant. He approaches, angry, wary, but the girl is so stunned. He SEES

the trail of BLOOD and CRUSHED GRASSES leading into the jungle. He

gives a LOW WHISTLE and then moves on, the rest of the team assuming

defensive positions around the clearing.

He follows the trail, finding first Hawkins' blood-covered weapon, and

then, a few yards later, the radio. Ramirez cautiously parts the brush

before him. A look of puzzlement and then revulsion comes of his face.

EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY

Blain and Mac at either end, cautiously searching the jungle; Billy

covering their flanks.

Schaefer and Dillon approach Anna. She seems unaware of their presence,

staring numbly ahead. Schaefer checks her out, looking for wounds, he

wipes some of the blood from her face.

SCHAEFER:

It's not her blood.

Ramirez emerges from the jungle carrying Hawkins' MP-5 and radio. He

approaches, dumping the equipment on the ground.

RAMIREZ:

Major, you'd better take a look at this.

SCHAEFER:

Hawkins?

RAMIREZ:

(oddly)

I can't tell.

EXT. SCHAEFER AND RAMIREZ - DAY

Dillon in the background, as Ramirez parts the brush with his weapon.

Before them, covered with dirt and leaves, are Hawkins' ENTRAILS. There

is no body.

SCHAEFER:

(shocked)

What in God's name...?

RAMIREZ:

I think it's Hawkins.

SCHAEFER:

Where the hell is his body?

RAMIREZ:

There's no sign of it.

EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY

The entire team is gathered, still holding defensive positions. Anna,

still stunned, is beginning to come around. She looks up at Schaefer.

He turns to Ramirez.

SCHAEFER:

Ramirez, ask her what happened.

Ramirez drops to one knee and talks softly to her in SPANISH. She

mutters incoherently in Spanish, still dazed, shaking her head. Dillon

listens closely to her response. Ramirez turns to Schaefer. He seems

confused.

RAMIREZ:

She says... the jungle came alive, and took him...

DILLON:

That isn't what she said... she said...

(pondering; to Ramirez)

... she doesn't make sense.

RAMIREZ:

(growing angry)

Couple of sappers been trailing us all the way from the camp, Major.

Billy heard them. She set us up, ran for it... They were waiting. I

should've wasted the b*tch when I had the chance.

Schaefer, looking at Hawkins' bloodstained equipment lying at Anna's

feet, looks up.

SCHAEFER:

(quietly)

Why didn't they take the radio and his weapon?

(pause)

Why didn't she escape?

Ramirez and Dillon look at the equipment and then to the girl, still

numb with shock.

DILLON:

(grimly; remembering)

They did the same thing to Davis...

The two veteran commandos look at each other, finding no explanation

between them.

SCHAEFER:

(urgent; to the others)

I want him found. Sweep pattern and double back. Fifty meters.

They move out. Schaefer moves into the jungle, searching. He crouches

at the base of a huge MAHOGANY TREE, covered with vines, studying the

jungle. He moves away from the tree and into the forest, looking for

signs on the ground.

Where he was sitting, a DROP OF BLOOD falls. Another drop falls,

dripping from a leaf and above that, from another leaf. Above that,

high in the top of the tree, SUSPENDED from vines from his ankles, is

HAWKINS' BODY, his chest a gaping wound.

He hands there as if he were an animal, field dressed.

EXT. BLAIN - DAY

Crouched in the undergrowth. There is a movement in the brush before

him. He wipes the sweat from his eyes and clicks his safety on the

Mini-gun to fire.

The SOUND is growing closer. Blain levels the weapon. A smile crosses

his face.

BLAIN:

(whispers)

Come on in you f***ers... come on in. Ol' painless' is waitin'...

The movement in the brush is GROWING LOUDER. Blain's finger moves

closer to the trigger.

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