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Make him call out for help,

and set a trap and kill those who come.

I know because I have done this.

So we're gonna leave him here, right?

Come on, look at him. He's done.

There's nothing else we can do, right?

Right?

We leave him.

I can't.

Then, that's on you.

CUCHILLO:
Help me.

PREDATOR:

Help me.

PREDATOR:
Help me. Help me.

It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap.

What are we gonna do?

We should go to higher ground.

Really?

We're trapped on an alien hunting planet.

You really think the solution

is to walk more?

It wants us to run.

That's how it hunts.

This is its jungle.

Its game.

Its rules.

We run,

we die.

ISABELLE:
What's the alternative?

We need to know who we're dealing with.

Dog tracks go that way.

We go after it.

ROYCE:
Well?

No movement.

STANS:
It looks like we're not

the only things being hunted.

Holy sh*t!

STANS:
What the f***?

What the f*** is that thing?

This is a mistake. We have to leave. Now.

Where is the tough guy?

ISABELLE:
He left us.

He's here.

Run!

ROYCE:
Run! Run! Run!

You set us up.

He led us into that death camp,

then hid

and waited for that thing to strike.

We were bait.

I needed to know who we were up against.

Now I do.

A man is dead because of that.

This morning you were ready to kill him.

It ain't this goddamn morning, is it?

At least he didn't die in vain.

Why? So we could find out firsthand

what it feels like to have our asses kicked?

No. We found out

that there's more than one of them.

That they use projectile

and energy-based weapons.

That they have

some sort of cloaking device.

That they're bigger than us,

stronger, but also heavier.

You put us at risk for yourself.

You want to be on your own,

you got it.

Why don't you tell them the truth?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- You know what I'm talking about.

The way you looked at that thing that

was strung up, the way you reacted.

She knows what it is. Don't you?

We don't have a name for them.

'87, Guatemala.

A spec ops team went into the jungle.

High end.

Six men plus a CIA liaison.

Only one made it out.

In his debrief,

he said they came in contact

with something.

He gave a detailed description.

The thing on the totem.

It wore some kind of camouflage

that adjusted to ambient light.

Made it nearly invisible in our spectrum.

It could see in infrared.

Heat signatures.

He used mud to block his.

That's how he beat it.

It hunted and killed his team,

one by one.

Whatever it is,

wherever they're from,

we're going to kill them all.

We set up a defensive perimeter.

Make it look like we are holing up.

That'll bring them to us.

We force them into a choke point.

We get them in overlapping fields of fire.

It can be done.

I can't do it alone.

You know, man, if we ever make it home,

I'm gonna do so much f***ing cocaine.

I'm gonna rape so many fine b*tches.

I'll be like, "What time is it? 5:00?

"Damn.

"Time to go rape me some fine b*tches."

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, yeah. Totally.

Like, 5:
00,

it's b*tch-raping time.

Mmm.

Yeah.

- You should stay away from him.

- Yeah.

You still pissed?

F*** you.

You know what the difference between

you and me is?

We both do the same thing.

You just do it for a country,

so you don't have to admit you like it.

What happened to you?

What made you so f***ed up?

"There is no hunting

like the hunting of a man.

"And those who've hunted armed men

long enough,

"and like it,

"never really care

for anything else thereafter."

That's pretty poetic.

Did you come up with that all by yourself?

No, actually.

That was Hemingway.

F***.

Why isn't it coming?

They see our traps.

Hey, Doc.

Hey.

I think I just figured out

a way you can be useful.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

Oh!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

Come on. Come on.

F***ing shoot!

Shoot already!

F***

all of you!

Is he dead? Why ain't you smiling? Oh, sh*t.

NIKOLAI:
The thing from the cages.

Maybe it thought we're the ones

who dropped it here.

ROYCE:
Good shot, though.

I missed.

MAN:
Over here.

Over here.

Over here.

Turn around.

What the f*** are you?

I'm alive.

You talk too loud.

Smelled you since you got here.

If I can smell you,

if I can hear you,

they can, too.

Storm coming soon. This way.

ISABELLE:
Wait.

Who are you?

Noland,

run away,

live to fight another day.

I'm the one that got away.

The one you don't f*** with.

Come on.

Feel the vibe of this place.

ISABELLE:
Where are we?

NOLAND:
It's a drill somebody left behind.

The machine is dead,

but the power source ain't.

STANS:
Wow, what a shithole.

You live here?

Oh, no. No. This is my summer home.

I winter in the Riviera.

The schools are so much nicer there.

And the men...

Ooh, la, la!

By the way, you're welcome.

How have you survived?

Salvaging what I can, when I can,

from whatever I can.

Oh.

Noland, Ronald.

Air Cav.

They...

They drop you all in, too?

Yeah.

Hmm.

What a rush.

Hey.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Hey, Agent Orange,

you wanna put that down?

Certain people around here

are particular about other people

messing with their sh*t.

Very important, though.

Disrupts the heat signature.

You motherfuckers.

So, you killed one?

Uh-uh.

I killed two.

Maybe three.

I can't remember. Anyway,

there's two different types of them

out there.

Hmm? Now they're similar,

but they're different.

It's kind of like the difference

between dogs and wolves.

The ones that are running things up there,

the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones.

It's some kind of blood feud, I guess.

Been going on for a long time.

They do this just for sport?

Oh, yeah, they bring in fresh meat

season after season.

I mean, sh*t you wouldn't believe.

Bring it in,

and hunt it and kill it. In that order.

How long you been here, man?

Uh...

Seven seasons, I think.

What? Ten?

Damn.

Anyway, every once in a while,

one of us kills one of them.

And, let me tell you,

that's when they get real interested.

See, they learn quick. They adapt.

They develop a whole new set of skills.

They come back the next season

in threes, always in threes.

Their armor might've changed,

or their weapons have changed,

or their tactics have changed.

It's amazing.

So, it's like evolution.

They're trying to make themselves

into better killers.

Mmm-hmm.

You said they come back.

How?

They got a ship.

- A ship?

- Yeah.

It's 30 yards from their camp.

I told you they wouldn't see it.

I told you they wouldn't.

You were there.

You could've helped us.

How do we kill them?

However you can.

They must have a weakness.

Not many.

You want to survive?

You dig in deep. You stay hid.

Yeah, well, we're gonna go

with door number two.

How do we get out of this valley?

Oh.

Ten seasons.

First two seasons...

No, three seasons I was here,

I was walking in the same direction,

trying to reach the edge of the preserve.

Let me tell you something,

there ain't no edge of the preserve.

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