Predators

Don't.

- Calm down.

- F*** you.

Calm down.

F*** you.

ROYCE:
Looks like his chute didn't open.

Single shooter.

How do you know?

Please stop doing that.

You're shooting at the wrong people.

How do I know?

Because otherwise, we wouldn't be

having this conversation.

All right.

You wanna show me the right ones?

Nikolai.

I mean, I'm Nikolai.

What's the last thing

you remember, Nikolai?

War. Yeah.

I was with the Chechnya.

And there was a light.

And then I... Then I woke up and I was...

Falling.

Yeah, same thing. I was in Baja.

And then there was a light.

And then chingao.

Where are we?

Maybe she knows.

NIKOLAI:
Sh*t.

You wanna lower the weapon?

ISABELLE:
I've never seen this jungle.

And I've seen most.

All right, you think this is Asia?

Maybe Africa?

Too hot for this time of year.

And the topography is all wrong.

Amazon, maybe.

I saw more parachutes.

Which way?

Why?

So I can figure out who threw me out

of a f***ing airplane.

NIKOLAI:
F***. Where's he going?

All right, let's hit the f***ing road.

F***.

You remember a plane?

I woke up in freefall.

You?

Same.

You're IDF?

Yeah.

Are you in the service?

Not exactly.

You motherf***er.

Come on, you motherf***er.

You with him?

No.

Then why don't you mind

your own f***ing business?

We have bigger problems right now.

Okay, boss. Whatever you say.

I will finish what you started.

Strength in numbers, huh?

Something like that.

STANS:
Yeah?

Maybe we should get that guy

hanging in the tree?

Help me!

F***!

Help me! Somebody!

F***. Help!

Hello?

I'm trapped in a parachute

in a f***ing tree.

Hey, man, why don't you shut the f*** up?

Oh. Thank God.

I think I can...

Stop moving. You're breaking the branch.

You have anything

to cut yourself down with?

Why would I... No, I don't.

ISABELLE:
Look, if we get rope

from one of the chutes...

Do something.

- EDWIN:
Help!

- It was taking too long.

Help!

Who the hell are you?

I'm a doctor.

I was on my way to work.

Can someone please just tell me, uh,

what the f*** is going on here?

Your ass is awesome.

Look.

Goddamn. Who the hell is this guy?

STANS:
What the hell is that?

Who would do this?

Whoever they are, they take trophies.

In my culture

the warrior with the greatest

trophies commands the most respect.

Whatever.

It's a test.

To see how we do under pressure.

If this were a test, you'd all be military.

Total strangers.

Live rounds.

This is something else.

CUCHILLO:
Maybe it's ransom.

Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you,

put you in an oil drum.

The ransom's not paid,

we light you on fire.

I hear these stories about

these experiments they run on cons.

They stick drugs in your food and

they sit back and watch what happens.

Well, it's not drugs.

If it was a psychotropic compound,

we'd be feeling the residual side effects.

Loss of motor skills, blurry vision.

And if it was a behavioral experiment...

I mean, there...

There'd be a point.

What if we are dead?

I was going to be executed in two days.

And I was in combat.

So was I.

This is hell.

Last time I looked, you didn't need

a parachute to get there.

It doesn't matter what happened, or why.

We're here.

Only question is, how do we get out?

Where you going?

ROYCE:
To high ground.

We need to stick together.

Then you should follow me.

Uh, yeah, I wouldn't do that.

Yep.

Archaefructus liaoningensis.

That is really, really poisonous.

Wouldn't take more than one scratch

to cause total paralysis.

Thank you. I'll watch for you out here.

You made a buddy.

ISABELLE:
Hey.

We need to rest.

So rest.

You look like you could use it, too.

You got a name?

Look.

I'm sorry.

You want to play scout leader, great.

All right? You wanna follow me, fine.

But I'm not doing this.

I'm better on my own.

Wanna see something f***ed up?

Well, between that and the sun,

I'd say we have a real problem.

What about the sun?

Hasn't moved since we got here.

What do you think is really going on?

What do I think?

Spetsnaz.

Alpha Group.

Los zetas, cartel enforcer.

RUF.

It's a death squad from Sierra Leone.

Yakuza, Inagawa-kai.

And the FBI's Most Wanted.

And him.

They're all heavy-hitters.

He doesn't belong.

Belong to what?

I'd say we were chosen.

What about you?

What about me?

You know the jungle. Know the players.

I'm guessing ex-military. Black ops.

Probably a mercenary.

You got a problem with that?

Not at the moment.

Good.

ISABELLE:
Something was dropped here.

Same as us.

Not the same as us.

ISABELLE:
You said we were chosen.

Chosen for what?

Oh, sh*t.

Looking good there, boss.

- STANS:
Look out!

- Down!

Sh*t!

ISABELLE:
Help!

Sh*t.

Damn it.

Damn it.

12 o'clock. 110 meters.

Take him. Take him.

I don't have to.

Don't have to.

We triggered a dead man's trap.

It's two weeks, judging from

the rate of decomposition.

He took up a position here.

Shooting in all directions.

This was a last stand.

United States Special Forces.

This is strange.

He is supposed to be deployed

in Afghanistan.

What's he doing here, setting traps for us?

They weren't meant for us.

He was hunting something else.

Something a lot bigger.

Bigger?

The trunk was a deadfall.

Rule of thumb with a deadfall

is you set the weight

five times that of the target animal.

Whatever it was,

it got through the trip wires.

And it did this.

ROYCE:
Let's move.

What is it?

PREDATOR:
What is it?

Nothing.

PREDATOR:
What is it? Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing.

We're gonna need a new plan.

Where are we going?

Someone put us on this rock.

There's got to be a way off it.

What the f***?

You know what? F*** this.

This is bullshit, man.

I want a gun.

Come on, man,

you got two motherfucking guns, man.

Somebody give me a gun.

Come on, Russian.

You got a big f***ing gun.

Come on, man.

Give me a gun.

Give me your gun. Right now.

Give me your gun.

I'm ready to die.

Are you?

Oh.

EDWIN:
Help!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh.

Sh*t! F***!

Help!

F*** you! F*** you!

Looking good there, boss.

Go! Go!

Come on. Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

Come on!

No!

MOMBASA:
As bad as you are,

those things are worse.

So they... They just, what, left?

ISABELLE:
No.

The whistle.

They were called.

All right, listen up.

Everybody do a shell count.

We got to conserve ammunition.

Reload. Do it now.

Excuse me.

Just what the hell is going on here?

We're being hunted.

The cages. The soldier. All of us.

All brought here for the same purpose.

This planet is a game preserve.

And we're the game.

In case you didn't notice,

we just got flushed out.

They sent the dogs in,

just like you would if you

were stalking boar or shooting quail.

They split us apart and they watched.

Testing us.

How do you know this?

Because

that's what I would do.

Fantastic.

Wait.

There are only seven of us.

CUCHILLO:
Help me!

Help!

Help.

- Wait.

- What?

It's a trap.

CUCHILLO:
Help me.

F*** me.

CUCHILLO:
Help.

MOMBASA:
Wound one man.

Make him suffer.

Make him bleed.

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