Predator
RAMIREZ
...looks more like a surveillance
bird to me.
Dillon rappells down the line and approaches.
DILLON
Have you picked up their trail yet?
Schaefer taps Ramirez on the shoulder and he moves
away. Schaefer turns to Dillon:
(CONTINUED)
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*
SCHAEFER
Billy's on it.
(indicates chopper)
Heat seeker. Pretty sophisticated
for half-asses mountain boys.
DILLON
They're getting better equipped
every day.
Bill approaches from the b.g.
BILLY
Major, looks like there were ten,
maybe twelve guerrillas. Looks
like they took some prisoners
from the chopper.
(points)
Then a different set of track,
over there.
SCHAEFER
(puzzled)
What do you mean?
BILLY
Six others, U.S. issue jungle
boots. They came in from the
north, then followed the guerrillas.
Schaefer turns to Dillon.
SCHAEFER
Mean anything to you?
DILLON
Probably another rebel patrol.
They operate in here all the time.
Schaefer is obviously concerned about this. He
turns to Billy.
SCHAEFER
Get ahead, see what you can find.
(to Ramirez)
Slow and easy.
(CONTINUED)
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18 CONTINUED: (2) 18
SCHAEFER (Contd.)
(to Dillon)
We don't want any accidents.
Billy takes up the trail, disappearing in to the jungle.
Ramirez signals, the team moves out.
19 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 19
As Billy reconnoiters, Ramirez looks back and gives a *
sign...
Schaefer nods and rappels down cliff. *
As he joins Ramirez, there seem to be butterflies *
everywhere --
SCHAEFER *
What's he got?
RAMIREZ *
Same business, guerrillas
hauling two guys from the
chopper...followed by men
with American equipment...
Ramirez seems concerned by this. Schaefer signals him to *
move on. Before he follows, Schaefer looks around: there's*
something dodgy about this. He goes. *
Over his head is a butterfly on a limb: *
20 EXT. JUNGLE - OVERHEAD - DAY 20
As the assault team passes below, a BUTTERFLY lands on
what appears to be the BARK of a TREE. It fans its wings
and flies on.
The impression of the butterfly remains in PERFECT
RELIEF, as is imprinted on the bark. The image fades,
REVEALING for an instant a gridwork of TINY SCALES on
the bark.
The bark moves! Changing colors, like a chameleon,
REVEALING for an instant the form of something alive
as it flows into the leaves, once again becoming
indistinguishable from the surrounding foliage.
TWO EYES, faintly flowing yellow, appear in the
foliage. They blink, disappearing, and then become
VISIBLE again.
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21 EXT. ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY 21
SEEN THROUGH HEAT-SEEKING VISION, studying the team's
careful, silent movements at they pass by.
The SOUNDS of the FOREST are also ALTERED and ENHANCED
with an electric, STATICLIKE quality.
The Observer scans over the men...and then focuses
on Schaefer as he crouches down, signaling forward
and rear with a circular motion. He refers to an
OBJECT in his hand, studying it carefully.
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17
22 EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY 22
Using a MAP in lining out a course on his COMPASS. The
other team members appear, silently, clustering around
him. Using hand signals, Schaefer indicates a course
change.
23 EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. - DAY 23
Watches closely as Schaefer continues with his hand
signals, instructing his team.
24 EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY 24
25 OUT 25
26 EXT. DENSE UNDERGROWTH - DAY 26
The hillside of a steep valley, dark and foreboding.
Billy passes by and halts, removing his KNIFE. With
his other hand he pulls down from overhead a THICK VINE,
severing it. A thin stream of WATER emerges which
he drinks.
Suddenly he stops, letting the water drip to the
ground. He quietly releases the vine and brings his
M-203 shotgun to bear, listening intently. Something
seems wrong. He brings his eyes upward and stares,
hard into the treeline of the opposing hillside.
As his eyes strain to penetrate the dense, intertwined
canopy, he is engulfed by the rising SOUNDS of the
JUNGLE, a cacophony of BUZZING and CLICKING,
amplified in the sweltering heat of the day. Unable
to locate a source to account for his anxiety, he
relaxes, moving on, resuming the track.
27 BILLY (MINUTES LATER) 27
examines the ground as he moves, growing confused
and puzzled by what he sees before him. He stops,
scrutinizing the jungle, probing the world around him
with his keen senses.
HEARING a faint RUSTLING SOUND he looks up, SEEING a
curtain of MOSS several feet away. He takes a cautious
step forward, extending his weapon. He reaches
forward with his free hand, touching the moss.
Behind the curtain a slight shifting of DARK FORMS
occurs. He pauses and then with a sudden movement,
sweeps the moss aside...
A BLACK EXPLOSION of FLUTTERING WINGS as carrion-eating
BIRDS rush past Billy's body.
(CONTINUED)
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18
27 CONTINUED: 27
Billy's face seizes into a mask of horror, his
expression descending into a state of complete,
primitive shock, his eyes staring transfixed, inches
away from the leering death-grin of a HUMAN FACE,
upside down, completely stripped of skin.
Reeling, his body numbed by the sight before him,
he stumbles backwards and stops.
Vines threaded through their achilles tendons, the
BODIES OF THREE MEN, skinned and gutted, hang
suspended in the think, suffocating air, BUZZING
with insects.
Billy turns away, revulsed as Ramirez moves quietly
INTO VIEW, Schaefer directly behind him. Ramirez
stares at the bodies, now seen to be in the first
stages of deterioration, strips of flesh torn away
by the birds and other scavengers. In an almost
childlike manner, he crosses himself.
RAMIREZ
(hoarse whisper)
Holy Mother...
Schaefer moves into the clearing, kneeling beside
a bloody pile of CLOTHING and ENTRAILS. He examines
the clothing and then rises, holding a DOG TAG on
a broken chain. He reads the tag, his face growing
hardened and bitter as he stares down at the tag,
recognizing the name.
SCHAEFER
(to himself)
J.S. Davis, Captain, U.S. Army...
Schaefer's eyes move from the bloody dog tag to
the bodies.
SCHAEFER
(coldly)
Mac. Cut them down.
Mac moves forward, withdrawing his COMBAT KNIFE.
The blade flashes, cutting the vine as the first
body THUDS to the ground. He bends over, picking up
other DOG TAGS.
Schaefer turns to Dillon.
(CONTINUING)
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*
27 CONTINUED: (2) 27
SCHAEFER
I knew this man. Green Berets,
out of Fort Bragg. What the hell
were they doing in here? You got
any answers for this, Dillon?
DILLON
(stunned)
Jesus...this is inhuman.
(to Schaefer)
Uh...I wasn't told of any
operations in this area. They
shouldn't have been here.
SCHAEFER
(angry)
Well somebody sent them.
Schaefer walks off. Mac steps out of the clearing,
sheathing his knife with a violent gesture, passing
Ramirez.
RAMIREZ
(seething)
Must have run into the guerrillas
...Fucking animals.
Mac moves alongside Blain.
MAC
(spits)
Ain't no way for a soldier to
die.
(looks at Blain)
Time to let 'ol 'painless'
out of the bag.
Grimly, Blain RIPS apart the velcro closures of the
CANVAS BUNDLE slung across his shoulder, REVEALING
a truly awesome weapon, a SIX-BARRELED MINI-GUN adapted
for field combat.
28 EXT. BILLY - DAY 28
Kneels at the side of the original trail examining the
ground. He rises, holding a spent CARTRIDGE. Schaefer
approaches, kneeling beside him.
SCHAEFER
What happened here, Billy?
Billy looks at him, puzzled.
(CONTINUED)
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*
28 CONTINUED: 28
BILLY
Strange, Major. There was a
firefight. Shooting in all
directions.
SCHAEFER
I can't believe Jim Hopper
walked into an ambush.
BILLY
I don't believe he did, Sir.
I couldn't find a single track.
Just doesn't make sense.
SCHAEFER
What about the rest of Hopper's
men?
Billy shakes his head.
BILLY
(uncomfortably)
No sign. They never left here
Major.
(pause)
It's like they just disappeared.
Schaefer ponders a moment. Then, to Billy:
SCHAEFER
Stick with the guerilla trail.
(to team)
Let's get it over with. We move.
Five meter spread. No sound.
Nothing.
CUT TO:
28-A EXT. BLAIN - DAY 28-A
Blain feeds the magazine of BELTED-SHELLS into the
weapon, cocking it. He looks up at Mac, his eyes
cold, his face taut with anger.
BLAIN
Payback time.
Blain hefts the Mini-gun to his hip as Mac draws back
slightly on the breech bolt of the M-60, letting it
snap.
They move on, Billy pausing to look at the jungle
before disappearing into the foliage.
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*
29 EXT. ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY 29
carefully watching this exchange from high in the
treetop canopy. The Observer watches as Schaefer
turns and leaves the clearing, cautiously moving
into the jungle.
30 EXT. JUNGLE HILLSIDE - DAY 30
Mac appears suddenly, materializing out of the
undergrowth, pausing cautiously, his senses alert,
intense, almost nervous. He moves on, his huge body
barely making a sound as he weaves through the heavy
undergrowth.
Dillon appears. As he moves on, he crosses over a
fallen TREE. Stepping down, his foot breaks through
a rotten portion, a CHUCK of the log breaking free
and rolling down the hill.
Dillon at once goes into a defensive position,
listening. The jungle is SILENT. He stands and
starts to move forward. Suddenly Mac appears
within inches of Dillon's face. Mac's face is
menacing, angry.
(CONTINUED)
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30 CONTINUED: 30
MAC
(hissing; barely
audible)
You're ghostin' on me, mother
fokaaa!...I don't care who
you are back in the world...
You give away our position
again and I'll bleed you quiet
and leave your fuckin' ass
right here.
(hisses; spits)
Got it?
Dillon's eyes are wide and fixed, staring back in
cold hatred at Mac, controlling his rage...he knows
the rules.
Not waiting for a response, Mac turns and vanished
into the jungle. Seething with anger Dillon
focuses on a still moving LEAF and STEM, indicating
Mac's exit point. He moves on.
31 EXT. BLAIN - DAY 31
Crouches under heavy foliage, waiting. He is
joined by Mac. They glance briefly at each other,
scanning in opposite directions for movement and
sounds. They speak in whispers.
BLAIN
Say, Bull. What's goin' down?
We got movement?
MAC
No. Shithead with his
trenchcoat and dee-coda-da
ring was makin' enough noise
to get us all waxed. I don't
like that guy. Don't like
him at my back. I ain't
winding up like those
bastards back there.
Mac, sweating heavily, wipes the moisture from
his brow with his finger.
Blain pats the mini-gun affectionately.
BLAIN
I know what you mean, Bull,
but don't sweat it, me and
'ol 'painless' here are
watchin' the front door.
(CONTINUED)
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31 CONTINUED: 31
MAC
As always, bro...
They do a gentle fist dap and smile warmly at
each other. Two men who have seen it all,
through a dozen no-win situations, and have lived
to tell about it.
Mac advances a few meters and signals slowly.
32 EXT. KNOLL 32
The assault team moving up the hill, barely
visible in the heavy foliage, the team moves
cautiously into defensive positions. Holding.
A moment later they continue up the hill,
crawling.
On their stomachs, Schaefer and Ramirez clear
the edge of the knoll, SEEING below a GUERRILLA
VILLAGE, a huge, spreading PALAPA covering
implacements dug into a hillside, descending
to a winding stream bed below. 30 MEN, dressed
in a mixture of jungle fatigues and civilian
clothes, armed with AK-47 ASSAULT RIFLES move
about the camp. A heavy MACHINE GUN emplacement
guards the entrance to the camp. TWO MEN sit
in the camouflaged emplacement.
33 SCHAEFER 33
sweeping the camp with BINOCULARS, SEES a
GUARD above the camp. One of the man picks up
a hand-held ROCKET LAUNCHER, placing it beside
a bandolier of ROCKETS and a RADIO SET and
CONSULS taken from the U.S. surveillance
helicopter as if preparing to take them away.
Schaefer puts down the glasses, looking at
Ramirez who nods in acknowledgment. A sudden
MUFFLED CRY brings Schaefer's attention to one
end of the camp, where a heavily thatched DOOR
covers and opening to the PALAPA. A GUARD
stands at the door.
The door flies open as a HOSTAGE, shirtless,
hands tied behind his back, staggers through
the door as if kicked from behind.
(CONTINUED)
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33 CONTINUED 33
The man falls to the ground, feebly trying to regain
his footing. Although difficult to see from Schaefer's
vantage point, the man's battered face and welt-covered
back indicate he has been severely tortured.
Emerging from the palapa, a GUERRILLA LEADER,
moustached and wearing a SIDEARM, approaches the
beaten man, kicking him viciously in the stomach,
rolling him to his side.
Kneeling beside the man he withdraws an AUTOMATIC from
his holster and cocks the hammer. Grabbing the man by
the hair he jams the muzzle into the man's ear and with
a violent twist, pulls the trigger.
The guerrilla leader stands and strides quickly back
to the palapa, still holding the pistol, closing the
door behind him.
34 SCHAEFER 34
grim-faced at having witnesses the murder, lowers him
glasses, a look of cold determination on his face.
Quickly he and Ramirez ease down the escarpment,
joining the other team members.
Schaefer makes a circling motion with his thumb
and the team members gather in close, huddle formation.
SCHAEFER
(whispering; angry)
Just killed one of the *
prisoners. No time for *
invitations. We take them,
now.
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