Come on in, you fuckers.
Come on in.
Old Painless is waiting.
[Exhales]
Sergeant!
Aaah!
Motherfucker!
Aaaah!
MAC: Fucker!
Motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Aah!
DUTCH: What happened?
MAC: I saw it.
-You saw what? -I saw it.
DUTCH: Blain.
No powder burns, no shrapnel.
DILLON: The wound's all fused, cauterized.
What the hell could have done this to a man?
Mac.
Mac, look at me!
Who did this?
I don't know, goddamn it.
I saw s-something.
Not a thing, not a fucking trace.
No blood, no bodies.
We hit nothing.
DUTCH: Dillon...
better get on the radio.
Mac.
-Sergeant! -Yes, sir.
I want a defensive position above that ridge...
mined with everything we've got.
Put him in his poncho. Take him with us.
PONCHO: I got him.
DILLON: Vamonos.
MAC: Major...
I set up flares, frags, and claymores.
Nothing's coming near this place without tripping on something.
DUTCH: Thank you, sergeant.
Mac.
He was a good soldier.
MAC: He was, um...
my friend.
Good-bye, bro.
[Beep]
[Monsterous shriek]
DILLON: Blazer one, I repeat, extraction necessary.
Say again, Blazer one. Say again.
BLAZER ONE: Request for extraction denied.
Area is still compromised.
Proceed to sector 3,000 for prisoner extraction.
Priority, out. Next contact 0930.
DILLON: Roger, Blazer one. 1030 hours.
Damn bastards.
They say we're still in too far, and they can't risk coming in.
DUTCH: We're assets, Dillon. Expendable assets.
It comes with the job. I can accept it.
Bullshit. You're just like the rest of us.
Shitload of good a chopper's gonna do us in here anyhow.
DILLON: Sergeant?
Sergeant! Sergeant!
Who hit us today?
MAC: I don't know.
I only saw one of them camouflaged.
He was there.
Those eyes disappeared.
What was that?
Those eyes, they...
they disappeared.
I know one thing, Major.
I drew down and fired straight at it.
Capped off 200 rounds in the minigun...
Full pack.
Nothing...
nothing on this earth could have lived.
Not at that range.
Mac, you take first watch...
then you get some rest, OK?
DILLON: Ask her what she saw.
Ask her what happened to Hawkins.
Go ahead, ask her.
PANCHO: Qué pasó hoy?
Qué fue lo que viste?
Te dijo lo que sé. Fue la selva que se lo llevó.
Qué más quiere que te diga?
Same fucking thing.
The jungle, it came alive and took him.
Billy, you know something.
What is it?
I'm scared, Poncho.
PONCHO: Bullshit. You ain't afraid of no man.
There's something out there waiting for us...
and it ain't no man.
We're all gonna die.
The man's losing it. He's losing his cool.
Nothing but a couple guys running around....
and we gotta take 'em.
DUTCH: Still don't understand, Dillon, do you?
Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper...
and now it wants us.
MAC: Here we are again, bro...
just you and me.
Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle.
Real number-ten night, remember?
Whole platoon... 32 men chopped into meat...
and we walk out, just you and me.
Nobody else.
Right on top of them.
Not a scratch. Not a fucking scratch.
You know, whoever got you...
he'll come back again, and when he does...
I'm going to cut your name right into him.
I'm going to cut your name into him.
[Twig snaps]
-What the hell is it? -Mac!
Where are you?
Over here!
Mac!
Aah!
Mac!
Fuck!
Mac, where are you?
[Squealing]
Mac, where are you?
PONCHO: Jesus.
I got you, motherfucker. I killed you, you fuck.
PONCHO: Jesus, you killed a pig.
Think you could have found something bigger?
Fuck you, Poncho. Fuck you.
DUTCH: Where's the girl?
DILLON: Aw, shit!
PONCHO: Why the hell wasn't anybody watching her?
Why didn't she try to get away?
DUTCH: Look at her. She's scared out of her mind.
BILLY: Major, you better take a look at this.
Blain's body, it's gone.
PONCHO: It came in through the tripwires.
Took it right out from under our noses.
BILLY: That boar had to set off a tripflare...
because there ain't no other tracks.
PONCHO: How could anyone get through this...
and carry out Blain without us knowing it?
Why didn't he try and kill one of us?
DUTCH: He came to get the body.
He's killing us one at a time.
BILLY: Like a hunter.
He's using the trees.
DUTCH: Yesterday, what did you see?
DILLON: You're wasting your time.
DUTCH: No more games.
I don't know what it was. It...
Go on.
WOMAN: It changed colors like the chameleon.
It uses the jungle.
DILLON: Blain and Hawkins were killed by a lizard?
That's a bullshit psych job. There's 2 or 3 men out there.
Fucking lizard!
What's your name?
Anna.
Anna, the thing is hunting us.
All of us.
You know that.
-What the hell are you doing? -We'll need everyone.
DILLON: l'm taking her back. We leave in five minutes.
-We're not going yet. -Rendezvous is ten miles away.
You think the chopper's going to wait?
We make a stand now, or nobody will be left.
There is something else.
When the big man was killed, you must have wounded it.
Its blood was on the leaves.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Look out.
You really think this Boy Scout bullshit's gonna work?
DUTCH: It can see tripwires. Maybe it can't see this.
Instead of complaining, maybe you should help.
DILLON: What makes you think he'll come through here?
The trees have tripwires every 50 yards.
This is the only way in.
When I was little, we found a man.
He looked like...like butchered.
The old women in the village crossed themselves...
and whispered crazy things, such strange things.
EI diablo, cazador de hombres.
Only in the hottest years this happens.
And this year, it grows hot.
We begin finding our men.
We found them sometimes without their skin...
and sometimes much, much worse.
EI que hace trofeos de los hombres...
means ''the demon who makes trophies of man.''
[Wings flapping]
[Bird squawks]
What you gonna try next, cheese?
Hey, Dutch.
Dutch!
Shit!
Aah!
[Gunshots]
I got you, you mother! I got you!
I'm coming!
DUTCH: Mac! Mac! Get Ramirez to the chopper.
DILLON: Hold it. I'm going after Mac.
That's not your style, Dillon.
I picked up bad habits from you. Get your people the hell out.
You can't win this, Dillon.
Maybe I can get even.
Dillon.
Just hold onto that damn chopper.
Ohh!
BILLY: He's busted up pretty bad, Major.
PONCHO: I can make it. I can make it.
DUTCH: Get the radio. Forget the rest.
PONCHO: Ohh!
DUTCH: Come on, Poncho.
Ahh! Ahh!
MAC: Long Tall Sally...
she's built sweet!
She's got everything...
that Uncle John need.
Oh, baby.
I'm gonna have me some fun.
[Mac whispering] Turn around.
Over here.
Mac?
Shh.
Out there.
Past them trees.
You see it?
I see you.
I see it.
Yeah...
I see it.
You know, we can get this thing, Mac.
You work your way down there toward him.
I'll get in back of him, flush him toward you.
When I flush the son of a bitch, you nail him.
I got a score to settle.
We've both got scores to settle.
ANNA: Vamos!
Vamos!
Come on! Quickly!
Hurry up!
DUTCH: Don't. Leave it.
It didn't kill you because you weren't armed.
No sport.
Mac.
[Mac whispering] Anytime.
Aaaah!
Aaaaah!
DUTCH: Let's go.
PONCHO: Ahh.
Billy!
Billy, let's go!
[Poncho moaning]
Dame l'arma! Dame l'arma!
Give me the weapon!
Dame la mano!
BILLY: Aaaaaah!
DUTCH: Aah!
No!
Run!
Go!
Get to the chopper!
Yaaah!
Oh, shit!
[Crackling]
[Squeak]
[Sighs]
He couldn't see me.
[Grunting]
Arrrr!
Ahhhh.
Aaaaah!
[Chattering]
[Twig snaps]
[Shrieks]
[Panting]
Arrrr!
Rrrrr.
[Footsteps]
Arrrr!
Bleed, bastard.
Arrrr!
[Hissing]
[Splash]
You're one ugly motherfucker.
Arrrr!
Bad idea.
Arrrr!
Come on.
Come on! Do it!
Do it!
Come on. Come on!
Kill me! l'm here! Kill me!
I'm here! Kill me!
Come on, kill me! l'm here!
Come on, do it now! Kill me!
[Sighs]
What the hell are you?
[Guttural voice] What the hell are you?
[Beeping]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
OK!
Did you get it?
What the...
My God!
[Helicopter approaches]