Predator Page #15

EXT. MAC - DAY

Creeping low to the ground, his eyes searching through the trees.

MAC:

(whispered)

Come on, you motherf***er!

EXT. DILLON - DAY

Moving through the underbrush HEARS a slight RUSTLING in the foliage.

Mac? He strains to locate the source of the movement.

He HEARS A SOUND, too faint at first it identify. He listens. Silence.

He hears is again, the SOUND of a VOICE, barely audible. A VERY QUIET

WHISPER.

VOICE (O.S.)

Dillon, over here.

Dillon locates the direction of the voice and moves towards it.

VOICE (O.S.)

(barely audible)

Dillon, over here.

Dillon moves a few feet into the undergrowth. He carefully parts the

thick leaves and vines and enters a tiny opening. He looks around,

seeing nothing.

DILLON:

(whispering)

Mac?

Suddenly a HAND appears and covers Dillon's mouth. Dillon gasps as Mac

pulls him down to where he is hiding.

MAC:

(whispering; close)

Out there. Past the rocks... can you see it?

Something seems to MOVE in the direction Mac is pointing.

DILLON:

(whispering)

I see it!

(pause)

We're gonna take this thing.

Dillon points to an OUTCROPPING OF ROCKS, covered with VINES.

DILLON:

Take a position over there. I'll work around towards you. When I flush

him, you nail him...

MAC:

(a mean look)

... Right, I got a score to settle for the Bro...

DILLON:

We both got scores to settle.

Dillon silently disappears into the jungle, Mac watching him go.

Mac makes his way toward the rock outcropping, working his way between

the rocks and the vines. He takes up a position and scans the jungle

before him.

DILLON:

Moving quietly, his face intense, determined. He stops and listens.

MAC - ROCK OUTCROPPING

Straining to hear VAGUE SOUNDS coming from the jungle. He reaches out

and grabs a VINE and carefully pulls himself forward into a better

position.

BACK TO SCENE - DILLON

Moving, searching. He goes into a crouch.

MAC - ROCK OUTCROPPING

There is MOVEMENT in the undergrowth. He begins to sweat. He moves the

safety to fire; reaches out and grabs another vine to pull himself

forward. Mac reacts in shock.

The vine is alive! Before he can move, the Hunter's HAND appears from

the vines, grabbing Mac by the wrist.

In the moment before he is killed, Mac turns and SEES the Hunter's

glowing EYES.

A FLASH as the Hunter's other hand, moves with blinding speed, Mac's

face contorting in pain as the Hunter's razor-sharp SPUR rips deep into

his throat. He falls forward into the leaves.

DILLON:

He HEARS the faint disturbance in the leaves. He pauses, turning in

Mac's direction, listening. Hearing no further sound he relaxes, moving

on.

EXT. NARROW RIVER GORGE - DAY

Anna in the lead, followed by Schaefer carrying Ramirez on his back.

Billy, carrying the RADIO is covering them from above, as they skitter

and slide down the goose gravel of a rocky slope, leading to a river

crossing.

EXT. DILLON

He stalks through a narrow corridor of tangled vines and moss, leading

to the rock outcropping on the other side, his face alert, showing no

signs of fear, his weapon ready.

EXT. VINES AND MOSS - DETAIL - DAY

Through the thick tangle of undergrowth, there is MOVEMENT, a slight,

undulating distortion, drifting through the hanging vegetation, as if

cast by a passing shadow.

DILLON:

As he stops and crouches slightly, listing behind him. Did he hear

something? He moves on.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - DAY

Behind Dillon and to the side of the corridor. The Hunter syncopates

him movements precisely with those of Dillon.

Dillon stops. The Hunter freezes in position.

BACK TO SCENE - DILLON

He does sense something behind him. He crouches and spins, leveling the

weapon. The corridor behind him is empty, quiet and undisturbed. He

studies the trail intently.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - DAY

Peering out through the vines. Dillon is looking directly at him.

Dillon turns, moves on, as the Hunter resumes his stalk, timing his

movements perfectly with those of Dillon.

BACK TO SCENE - DILLON

As he approaches the rock outcropping. He signals. Receiving no

response he moves closer, turning cautiously to right and left.

DILLON:

(whispering)

Mac... Mac.

He moves closer to the rocks, eyes probing. Through a gap in the rocks

he SEES Mac's face, staring up at him, eyes frozen wide in death.

Dillon spins hard. He stares at the solid wall of undergrowth. He looks

from one side of the corridor to the other. Something it out there.

Where?

Something in the vines has caught his attention. He stares hard at a

section of moss.

EXT. MOSS - DETAIL - DAY

Suddenly the right combination of light and shadow prevail and Dillon

SEES in an instant, the Hunter's EYES materialize and then disappear.

BACK TO SCENE - DILLON

With a growl and exhalation of breath, charges, bringing the weapon to

bear. A short BURST OF GUNFIRE erupts from the barrel.

EXT. THE HUNTER - DAY

In an indiscernible blue of camouflage releases his weapon.

DILLON:

SCREAMS, his arm instantly severed halfway between his shoulder and

elbow. The weapon drops to the ground, the forearm still attached,

still FIRING.

With his left hand he FIRES the second weapon SHOUTING INSANELY as

swings it towards the blurred image of his unseen attacker, hitting

nothing.

The Hunter reloads his WEAPON which turns INVISIBLE again. Dillon

continues to fire. The Hunter's weapon appears from below, cutting into

Dillon's unprotected abdomen, which, as if hit by a samurai sword,

bursts open. Dillon CRIES OUT as the huge man hits the ground.

EXT. LOG CROSSING - DAY

Spanning the narrow gorge, Schaefer and Anna with Ramirez between them,

move onto the log, preparing to cross. They stop, HEARING Dillon's

GUNFIRE.

EXT. HUNTER'S POV - DAY

Moving through the jungle with incredible speed, leaping, tearing from

tree to tree, the jungle a rush of HEAT TRAILS as he charges on.

EXT. LOG CROSSING - DAY

The jungle is still deathly SILENT. Schaefer, Anna and Ramirez cross

the log, moving onto the other side. Billy, still at the foot of the

log, providing cover, turns to face the jungle.

He lifts his head towards the trees, feeling the onrushing presence of

the Hunter. He shrugs off the radio letting it fall, smashing into the

rocks below.

He casts away his weapon. Staring forward he reaches into his cargo

pocket, withdrawing a small GREASE-PAINT TIN. Covering his finger in

BLACK PAINT he applies dark slashes under his eyes and again,

vertically down his cheeks. Taking another dap of paint he makes a

SYMBOL on his bare skin, over his heart.

He drops the tin, withdrawing his COMBAT KNIFE. Holding the knife he

grasps the MEDICINE BAG around his neck, yanking it free with a quick

snap. He wraps the leather thong around his hand and knife, binding the

weapon and bag together.

Staring outward, as if in a trance, he begins a low CHANT.

On the other side, Schaefer carrying Ramirez on his back, laboring up

the steep slope, nearing the top, turns and SEES Billy standing,

waiting at the foot of the bridge.

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