Predator

  54-B   EXT. BASE OF ROCK WALL - DAY                          54-B  *

         Blain joins Ramirez, behind cover at the foot of
         the cliff.  As they take cover, Ramirez notices
         the wound on Blain's shoulder.

                                 RAMIREZ
                  You're hit.  You're bleedin',
                  man.

         Blain looks briefly at the wound.

                                 BLAIN
                         (spits)
                  Ain't got time to bleed.

         On a signal, they both clear cover and fire LONG
         BURSTS from their weapons up the cliff.

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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  54-B   CONTINUED:                                            54-B

         The smoke is hardly cleared when they are answered
         by withering FIRE.  They duck down as a grenade
         EXPLODES nearby.  Ramirez quickly replaces the 40MM
         rounds into the SIX-SHOOTER.

                                 BLAIN
                  Son of a bitch's dug in like
                  a Alabama tick...
                         (spits)
                  ...jack us around all day.

                                 RAMIREZ
                  Hell, dude, we don't have all
                  day.

         Ramirez immediately rolls into the line of fire,
         BLASTING six RAPID-FIRE shots on a HIGH-ARC trajectory
         towards the rocks.  Blain reacts.

                                 BLAIN
                  Shit, Pancho!!!

         Blain dives against the protective cover of the
         rock wall, covering his head.  Ramirez casually
         hops across, squatting next to Blain.  They make
         eye-contact.

                                 RAMIREZ
                  What's your problem, dude?

         Before Blain can answer, Ramirez puts his fingers
         into his ears and grimaces just as...

         The entire hillside EXPLODES, blowing the Guerrillas
         into the air, a torrent of vegetation and earth
         raining down the cliff, obscuring Blain and Ramirez.

  55     INT. PALAPA ROOM - DAY                                55

         Schaefer is staring out the window, his weapon slack
         in one arm, still holding the paper.  Dillon enters,
         obviously excited about what he has found.  He sees
         the papers on the floor.  He reads through them
         quickly, growing even more excited.

                                 DILLON
                  This is beautiful!  More than
                  we ever thought.  We got the
                  bastards!

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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         REVISED - "HUNTER" - 4/17/86                          35
                                                                *
  55     CONTINUED:                                            55

         Schaefer turns, striding slowly to Dillon, handing him
         the paper he is holding.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  I think this is the one you want.

         Dillon reads it.

                                 DILLON
                         (reacting)
                  Two days...that's all we had.
                  In two days, three hundred of
                  these bastards would have been
                  equipped with all this.  After
                  they crossed the border, it
                  would have taken a year to
                  stop them.
                         (looks up)
                  We've averted a major
                  guerrilla invasion, Dutch...

         Schaefer moves in close to Dillon, face to face,
         anger flaring in his eyes.

                                 SCHAEFER
                         (slow; deliberate)
                  It was all bullshit.  All of it.
                  From the start...you set us up,
                  got us in here to do your
                  dirty work.

                                 DILLON
                         (angry)
                  That's right, I set you up.
                  You're a veteran at this, Dutch,
                  I had to.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  Why us?

                                 DILLON
                  Because I told you, you're the
                  best.  I knew you could do it but
                  I couldn't get you in here without
                  a cover story.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  What story did you give to Davis?

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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         REVISED - "HUNTER" - 4/29/86                          36

  55     CONTINUED:  (2)                                       55

                                 DILLON
                  We've been lookin' for this
                  place for months.  The chopper
                  must have gotten close when
                  they got shot down.  Hopper                        *
                  was sent in to get my men.
                  He was just doing his job.
                  When he disappeared I had to
                  clean this up,  I had to stop
                  there bastards.  We were so
                  close, we couldn't quit.  We
                  couldn't sleep through this
                  one.  I needed you, Dutch,
                  can't you see that?

                                 DILLON
                  To invade a foreign country,
                  illegally?  You lied, Dillon.
                  Stacked the odds against us.  Set
                  us up.  You could have gotten
                  us all killed.
                         (pause; looking at him)
                  You used to be one of us,
                  Dillon, someone I could trust
                  with my life...

                                 DILLON
                  We've been through a lot together
                  Dutch.  When we were together, no                  *
                  one could stop us, the hottest                     *
                  Goddamned team the army ever saw.                  *
                  But things changed, I woke up.
                  We're fighting them in a dozen
                  Goddamned countries.  It's a
                  fight we can't lose, Dutch.  We're
                  all expendable assets, can't you
                  see that?

         Schaefer takes the paper from Dillon's hands.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  That's your problem, Dillon.
                  You always did put ambition
                  before the lives of your men.
                         (pause)
                  My men are not expendable.  I
                  don't do this kind of work.
                         (crumples up
                         paper in fist)
                  This is your dirty little war,
                  not mine.

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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                                                                *
  55     CONTINUED:  (3)                                       55

         He stuffs the crumpled paper into Dillon's shirt
         pocket.

         Anna, regaining consciousness, GROANS, a heavy flow
         of blood running down her face from her head wound.

         Hawkins appears at the door.

                                 HAWKINS
                  Major!

         Schaefer turns away from Dillon and steps through
         the doorway into the palapa as Anna moans again,
         MUMBLING something in Spanish.  Dillon kneels,
         beside her.

                                 DILLON
                         (quietly; in Spanish)
                  Are you all right?

  55-A   INT. PALAPA - DAY                                     55-A

         Schaefer is talking to Hawkins who has the field
         radio set on a crate just outside the door.

                                 HAWKINS
                         (urgent)
                  Major, we stepped into some
                  real shit here.  I got a hook-up
                  with aerial surveillance.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  Movement?

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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  55-A   CONTINUED:                                            55-A

                                 HAWKINS
                         (nods)
                  Guerrillas swarming like flies                     *
                  all over the place.  Can't be more                 *
                  then one, maybe two miles away.                    *
                  Place is going down, Major.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  How much time?

                                 HAWKINS
                  Half an hour, maybe less.                          *

         Schaefer touches him on the shoulder.

                                 SCHAEFER
                         (urgently)
                  Tell Mac we move in five.

         He starts to walk away.

                                 DILLON
                         (o.s.)
                  She goes with us.

         Schaefer turns.  Dillon is at the doorway, supporting
         the still groggy Anna.

                                 DILLON
                  She's too valuable.  She's
                  got to know their whole
                  network.  The whole set up.
                  We take her with us.                               *

                                 SCHAEFER
                  We take her and she'll give
                  away our position, every
                  chance she gets.  No
                  prisoners, Dillon.

         Dillon grabs the handset from Hawkin's radio, shoving it
         at Schaefer.

                                 DILLON
                  You're still under orders,
                  Dutch.  You want to make the
                  call, or should I?

         Schaefer looks at the handset.  Then at Dillon, he knows
         Dillon's won.

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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         He starts to walk away but stops, turning back, pointing
         a finger at Dillon.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  I'm getting my men out of this
                  damn jungle, Dillon.  She's
                  your baggage.  You fall behind,
                  you're on your own.

  56     EXT. GUERRILLA VILLAGE - DAY                          56

         Schaefer and Billy are kneeling on the ground near the
         trailhead, studying a MAP.  In the b.g., the team, hidden,
         covers the hillside approaches to the camp, nervous and
         wary, weapons ready.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  This place is too hot for a pick-up.
                  They won't touch us until we're over
                  the border.  We can lift at LZ 49,
                  here.
                         (points to map)
                  Spotter plane says we're cut off.
                         (points to map)
                  Except for this valley.

         Billy shakes his head, following the CONTOUR LINES of
         the rugged terrain.

                                 BILLY
                  Looks bad, Major.  It's gonna be
                  a real bitch.
                         (points to map)
                  If we follow above the river and
                  then down, here, at this canyon,
                  we might find a way out.

         Schaefer turns to Ramirez, kneeling close by.

                                 SCHAEFER
                         (decisively)
                  Not much choice.  Pancho, take
                  the lead.  Double time it.

         He turns and looks at Dillon, Anna as his side, her
         forehead bandaged, her hands bound in front of her.
         He turns back to the others.

                                 SCHAEFER
                  Lock n' load, watch your ass.

         Blain moves out, swinging the Mini-gun in front of him
         as he goes.

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  56-A   EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. - DAY                          56-A

         Watching as Dillon leads ANNA onward, SEEING her bound
         hands.  Dillon pushes her.

  57     EXT. ANNA - DAY                                       57

         Spins, hurling a string of insults to Dillon in
         SPANISH.

                                 ANNA
                         (in Spanish)
                  You touch me again, pig, and
                  I will cut off your balls!

                                 DILLON
                         (in Spanish)
                  It's a long walk back, make it
                  easy on yourself.

         She spits at him, turning forward with a twist of
         her head.

         Dillon picks up his back, shouldering it.  As they
         move on, Mac calls out to him.

                                 MAC
                         (quietly)
                  Hey, Dillon, over here.

         Dillon doesn't respond.

                                 MAC
                         (louder)
                  Dillon, over here.

         Dillon turns and approaches, warily, holding
         the girl.

                                 DILLON
                  Yeah, what is it, Sergeant?

         MAc unsheathes his knife.  He gives Dillon a cold
         look and turns him by the shoulders.  Crawling
         across the PACK on Dillon's back is a huge SCORPION.

         Mac skeweres the scorpion with the tip of his
         blade, holding it before the wincing Dillon.  Anna
         smirks, nodding to the writhing, stinging insect.

                                 ANNA
                         (in Spanish)
                  When my people catch you,
                  you'll wish you were him.

                                                      (CONTINUED)

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         Dillon looks at Mac.

                                 DILLON
                  Thanks.

                                 MAC
                         (coolly)
                  Anytime.

         Mac flings the scorpion to the ground, crushing it
         with his boot.  He looks up at Dillon, walks away.
         Dillon follows, pulling Anna behind him.

         Billy, guarding the rear, glances furtively around
         the clearing.  He moves a step forward and stops,
         freezing.

         Slowly he turns back, his eyes riveted upon the
         treeline above the camp.  His eyes strain, his
         senses registering a fear he cannot name or see.

         Something is out there, in the trees, waiting,
         watching.

         Billy turns and walks into the jungle, pausing
         one last time to look behind him before he too
         disappears from sight.

         The jungle GROWS SILENT.

  58     EXT. OBSERVER'S ALTERED P.O.V. - DAY                  58

         LOOKING DOWN from his vantage point TO the treeline
         below, terraces like stepping stones, FOCUSING ON
         a TREE, fifty feet away.

         The Observer utters a LOW TRILL and springs outward
         into space, hurtling downward towards his landing
         point, the canopy of the trees approaching in a
         staccato rush of green.

         The SOUNDS of the FOREST are again altered and
         enhanced with an electric, STATIC-LIKE quality as
         the Observer descends fluidly through the trees
         and to the ground.

         He enters the camp, surveying the terrible
         destruction and carnage.  He SEES the dead
         Guerrillas, the dissipating heat from their bodies
         leaving them pale and GHOST-LIKE, as if fading
         light about to extinguish.  He sees their weapons,
         the cold hard steel of the barrels registering
         ICE BLUE in his vision.

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  58-A   EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. OF HIS HAND - DAY              58-A

         As it appears, pulsing in a pale magenta heat, low
         to the ground, holding his weapon.  He lays down
         the weapon, picking up the SCORPION, turning it
         slowly in his fingers, examining it.  It looks like
         an exotic flower, its color fading from sight,
         turning to BLACK.

         A low SOUND is uttered, something vaguely familiar
         about it:  A NEARLY HUMAN VOICE, a distorted
         imitation of Mac.

                                 HUNTER
                         (o.s.; filtered)
                  Dillon, over here.

         Again the phrase is uttered, improving, closer to
         Mac's inflection and accent.

                                 HUNTER
                         (o.s.)
                  Dillon, over here.

         The Hunter lowers the pitch.

                                 HUNTER
                         (o.s.)
                  Dillon, over here.