- You saw what? - I saw it.
Blain.
No powder burns, no shrapnel.
The wound's all fused, cauterised. 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 something.
Not a thing. Not a fuckin' trace.
No blood, no bodies. We hit nothing.
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. - I got him.
Major, I set up flares, frags and claymores.
Nothing's coming near this place without tripping on somethin'.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Mac.
He was a good soldier.
He was...
my friend.
Goodbye, bro.
Blazer One, I repeat, extraction necessary.
Say again, Blazer One. Say again.
Request for extraction denied. Area is still compromised.
Proceed to sector 3,000 for prisoner extraction. Priority, out. Next contact 0930.
Roger, Blazer One. 1030 hours.
Damn bastards.
They say we're still in too far. They can't risk coming in.
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.
Sergeant?
Sergeant. Who hit us today?
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 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.
Ask her. Ask her what she saw. Ask her what happened to Hawkins.
Go ahead. Ask her.
She says the same fuckin' thing. The jungle, it came alive and took him.
Billy... you know something. What is it?
- I'm scared, 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.
He's losing his cool. There's a couple of guys out there and we gotta take 'em down.
You still don't understand, Dillon, do you?
Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper,
and now it wants us.
Here we are again, bro,
just you and me.
Same kind of moon and same kind ofjungle.
Real number 10 night, remember?
Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat, and we walk out, just you and me.
Nobody else. Right on top, bro.
Not a scratch. Not a fuckin' scratch. You know, whoever got you,
he'll come back again, and when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him.
I'm gonna cut your name into him.
Mac.
- This way. - Where the hell are you?
Where are you?
Mac, where are you?
Jesus.
I got you, motherfucker.
I killed you, you fuck.
Jesus. You killed a pig.
Do you think you could have found something bigger?
Fuck you, Poncho. Fuck you.
- Where's the girl? - Shit.
Why wasn't anybody watching her?
Why didn't she try to get away?
Look at her. She's scared out of her mind.
Major, you better take a look at this.
Blain's body, it's gone.
It came in through the tripwires.
Took it right out from under our noses.
That boar had to set off the trip flare, Major, cos there ain't no other tracks.
How could anyone get through this and carry out Blain without us knowing it?
And why didn't he try and kill one of us?
He came in to get the body.
He's killing us one at a time.
Like a hunter.
He's using the trees.
Yesterday, what did you see?
- You're wasting your time. - No more games.
I don't know what it was.
- It... - Go on.
It changed colours like the chameleon.
It uses the jungle.
Are you sayin' Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fuckin' lizard?
That's a bullshit psych job. There's two or three men at the most. Fucking lizard.
- What's your name? - Anna.
Anna, this thing is hunting us. All of us.
You know that.
- What the hell are you doing? - We need everyone.
- I'm taking her back. We're out of here. - We're not going yet.
The rendezvous is 10 miles away. You think the chopper'll wait?
Dillon, we make a stand now, or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper.
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.
It can see our tripwires. Maybe it can't see this.
Instead of complaining, maybe you should help.
What makes you think he'll come in through here?
There are tripwires on every tree for 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, said strange things.
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.
"El que hace trofeos de los hombres" means "the demon who makes trophies of man."
So, what you gonna try next? Cheese?
Hey, Dutch!
Shit.
Got you, motherfucker. I got you.
I'm coming.
Mac. Mac. Get Ramirez on his feet and get to the chopper.
- Hold it. I'm going after Mac. - That's not your style, Dillon.
I picked up some bad habits from you. Get your people the hell outta here.
You can't win this, Dillon.
Maybe I can get even.
Dillon.
Just hold on to that damn chopper.
He's busted up pretty bad, Major.
- I can make it. I can make it. - Get the radio. Forget the rest.
Come on, Poncho.
Long tall Sally
She's built sweet
She got everything that Uncle John need
Oh, baby
Baby
I'm gonna have me some fun
Turn around.
Over here.
Mac?
Out there. Past them trees.
You see it?
I see you.
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 that son of a bitch, you nail him.
I got a score to settle.
We've both got scores to settle.
Come on. Quickly. Hurry up.
Don't. Leave it. It didn't kill you because you weren't armed.
No sport.
Mac.
Any time.
Let's go.
Billy.
Billy, let's go.
Give me the weapon.
No.
Run.
Go.
Get to the chopper.
Oh, shit.
He couldn't see me.
Bleed, bastard.
You're one ugly motherfucker.
Bad idea.
Come on.
Come on. Do it.
Do it.
Come on. Come on.
Kill me. I'm here. Kill me.
I'm here. Kill me.
Come on. Kill me. I'm here.
Come on. Do it now. Kill me.
What the hell are you?
What the...?
My God.
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