Predator
Schaefer hurriedly ejects the spent clip from the M-203,
slamming in a new one. He shouts an order to Billy.
SCHAEFER
(to Billy)
Get Ramirez on his feet! Take
the girl and get the hell out
of here!
He turns to run after Mac. Dillon steps in front of
him, putting his hand on Schaefer's chest.
DILLON
No way, Dutch. I'm going.
You get these people and get
the hell out of here.
SCHAEFER
This isn't your style, Dillon.
DILLON
Guess I've picked up some bad
habits from you, Dutch. Now
don't argue with me, you know
I'm right. Get to that
chopper and hold it for us.
We'll be along.
SCHAEFER
You know you can't win this
one.
Dillon stares at him.
DILLON
You know me, Dutch, I never
did know when to quit.
Dillon turns and begins to move out.
(CONTINUED)
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118 CONTINUED: (2) 118
SCHAEFER
Dillon!
Dillon turns. Picking up the spare MP-5, Schaefer
tosses the weapon to Dillon, who grabs it with one
hand. They share a look, knowing this is farewell.
SCHAEFER
I'll see you there.
DILLON
Right behind you.
Hefting both weapons at the hip he runs into the jungle
after Mac. Schaefer watches him leave. He breaks and
goes to Ramirez, attended by Anna and Billy, who is now
sitting up, holding his ribs and gasping for breath.
BILLY
He's busted up, bad, Major.
RAMIREZ
(gasping)
I can make it, Major.
Schaefer lifts him to his feet, supporting him.
SCHAEFER
Come on, Poncho, we're getting
out of here.
(to Billy)
Billy, take the radio, leave
the rest. Come on!
119 EXT. MAC - DAY 119
Creeping low to the ground, his eyes searching through
the trees.
MAC
(whispered)
Come on, you motherfucker!
120 EXT. DILLON - DAY 120
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.
(CONTINUED)
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120 CONTINUED: 120
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...
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120 CONTINUED: (2) 120
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.
121 DILLON 121
moving quietly, his face intense, determined. He
stops and listens.
122 MAC/ROCK OUTCROPPING 122
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.
123 BACK TO SCENE/DILLON 123
moving, searching. He goes into a crouch.
124 MAC/ROCK OUTCROPPING 124
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.
125 DILLON 125
He HEARS the faint disturbance in the leaves. He
pauses, turning in Mac's direction, listening.
Hearing no further sound he relaxes, moving on.
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126 EXT. NARROW RIVER GORGE - DAY 126
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
loose gravel of a rocky slope, leading to a river
crossing.
127 EXT. DILLON 127
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.
128 EXT. VINES AND MOSS - DETAIL - DAY 128
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.
129 DILLON 129
as he stops and crouches slightly, listing behind him.
Did he hear something? He moves on.
130 EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY 130
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.
131 BACK TO SCENE/DILLON 131
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.
132 EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY 132
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.
133 BACK TO SCENE/DILLON 133
as he approaches the rock outcropping. He signals.
Receiving no response he moves closer, turning
cautiously to right and left.
(CONTINUED)
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133 CONTINUED: 133
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.
134 EXT. MOSS - DETAIL - DAY 134
Suddenly the right combination of light and shadow
prevail and Dillon SEES in an instant, the Hunter's
EYES materialize and then disappear.
135 BACK TO SCENE/DILLON 135
With a growl and exhalation of breath, charges,
bringing the weapon to bear. A short BURST OF GUNFIRE
erupts from the barrel.
136 EXT. THE HUNTER - DAY 136
In an indiscernible blue of camouflage releases his
weapon.
137 DILLON 137
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.
138 EXT. LOG CROSSING - DAY 138
spanning the narrow gorge, Schaefer and Anna with
Ramirez between them, move onto the log, preparing
to cross. They stop, HEARING Dillon's GUNFIRE.
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139 EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY 139
Moving through the jungle with incredible speed,
leaping, tearing from tree to tree, the jungle a rush
of HEAT TRAILS as he charges on.
140 EXT. LOG CROSSING - DAY 140
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.
SCHAEFER
(screaming)
Billy!!!
But Billy stands at the foot of the bridge, knife
raised, waiting, accepting his oncoming destiny.
SCHAEFER
Billy!!!
(CONTINUED)
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140 CONTINUED: 140
In frustration, Schaefer hikes Ramirez higher onto his
back, digs in and sprints to the top of the hill, Anna
waiting at the top.
141 OUT 141
142 EXT. BILLY - DAY 142
Crouches low, knife extended in a fighting position.
143- OUT 143-
144 144
145 EXT. RIDGETOP - DAY 145
Over the top, in a low depression, Schaefer props
Ramirez against some rocks, reaching for his weapon.
They HEAR Billy's echoing SCREAM. Instantly their
weapons are raised, cocked and ready.
SCHAEFER
Get back, into the rocks!
Schaefer sweeps Anna behind him as Ramirez struggles
to his feet. Together they back up, covering the
ridgeline over which they've just come.
Suddenly, from one side, near Ramirez, the Hunter
bursts from the jungle, Ramirez, seeing the Hunter,
spins raising his weapons to fire...
Ramirez SEES the Hunter's onrushing face, still in
camouflage, a montage of organic textures and colors,
his yellow eyes burning.
Whipping the MP-5 is the direction of the Hunter
he is hurled backwards from the impact of the Hunter's
weapon, his neck gushing BLOOD, the MP-5 flying
through the air, landing in front of Anna. She moves
for the weapon...
The Hunter, with unearthly speed, turns towards
Anna, as Schaefer starts to spin, SEEING the Hunter
about to strike as Anna dives for the weapon.
Schaefer lunges kicking the MP-5 out of Anna's reach.
SCHAEFER
(to Anna)
Run! Get to the chopper!
(CONTINUED)
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145 CONTINUED: 145
Schaefer spins and FIRES, bullets THUDDING into the
ground, the barrel arcing towards the Hunter as Anna
stumbles to her feet running into the jungle.
In a blur the Hunter spins back, hurling his weapon at
Schaefer which slices through the wooden stock of the
rifle, SPARKS FLYING as it severs the trigger guard
and steel breech.
The M-203 flies out of Schaefer's hands as the Hunter's
weapon cuts deeply into his left shoulder, laying open
the flesh.
The M-203 hits the ground, where it lies broken in half,
useless.
Schaefer hits the ground and is rolling, up and running
for his life, the Hunter charging after him.
146 SCHAEFER 146
crashes headlong through the jungle. He leaps a fallen
log, stumbles, struggles to his feet, running on pure
adrenalin, his shoulder pulsing blood, his eyes filled
with terror.
Behind him he can hear the Hunter in pursuit, closing.
Schaefer spins to look behind him, a wild desperate
look on his face; he turns back, ducks an overhanging
limb and lunges on.
147 EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. OF SCHAEFER - DAY 147
Closing rapidly...another few yard.
148 BACK TO SCENE/SCHAEFER 148
runs like a madman, the SOUND of the Hunter's FOOTSTEPS
close behind. He's losing ground. He knows he's going
to die.
Schaefer SHOUTS. Suddenly the ground before him
COLLAPSES and he disappears from sight.
149 EXT. CANYON WALL - DAY 149
In a shower of leaves, flailing arms and legs, Schaefer
crashes through the trees at the canyon's edge, free
falling into space.
(CONTINUED)
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149 CONTINUED: 149
With a sickening IMPACT, he hits the branches of the
first trees lining the canyon and falls, a hundred feet,
through one canopy after another, desperately grabbing
for limbs and branched to break his fall.
He hits the bottom branches of the list line of trees,
impacting crosschest on a large BRANCH, knocking his
wind out.
Semi-conscious, he hangs momentarily before he slides
off, fingers digging into the bark, falling another ten
feet into the swiftly moving river.
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