Don't!
- Calm down. - Hey, fuck you!
- Calm down. - Fuck you!
It's like his chute didn't open.
- Single shooter! - How do you know?
Please, stop doing that!
You're shooting at the wrong people.
How do I know?
Because otherwise, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Alright.
You want to show me the right ones?
Nikolai. I mean... I'm Nikolai.
What's the last thing you remember, Nikolai?
War. Yeah.
I was at the Chechnya.
And then there was a light.
Then I...
Then I woke up and I was...
Falling.
Yeah, same thing. I was in Baja.
And then, there was a light. And then, "chinga"!
Okay.
Where are we now?
Maybe she knows.
Shit.
You want to lower the weapon?
I've never seen this jungle. And I've seen most.
Alright. You think that's Asia? Maybe Africa?
Too hot for this time of year.
And the topography is all wrong.
Amazon, maybe.
I saw more parachutes.
- Which way? - Why?
So I can figure out who threw me out of a fucking airplane.
What the fuck? Where she goes?
Bullshit, If we listen to this...
Alright, let's take a fucking look.
Fuck.
Do you remember a plane?
I woke up in free fall. You?
The same.
You're IDF?
Yeah. You've been in the service?
Not exactly.
Motherfucker!
Move you motherfucker!
- You with him? - No.
Then why don't you mind your own fucking business?
We have bigger problems right now.
Okay, boss. Whatever you say.
I will finish what you started.
Strength in numbers, huh?
- Stuff like that. - Yeah...
Maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree.
Help me! Fuck!
Help me! Somebody!
Help!
Hello?
I'm strapped in a parachute in a fucking tree!
- Why don't you shut the fuck up? - Oh, thank God!
I think I can...
Stop moving, you are breaking the branch.
Do you have anything to cut yourself down with?
Why would it...? No, I dont.
Look. If we can get him broke from one of the chute.
Do something!
- Help! - Taking too long.
Help!
- Who the hell are you? - I'm a doctor...
I was on my way to work.
Can someone please just tell me...
what the fuck is going on here?
Your ass is awesome.
Look.
Hot Damn! Who the hell is this guy?
What the hell is that?
Who would do this?
Whoever they are, they take trophies.
In my culture, the warrior with the greatest trophies...
- command the most respect. - Whatever.
It's a test.
To see how we do under pressure.
If this were a test, you'd all be military.
Total strangers, Live rounds.
This is something else.
Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana,
we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum.
If the ransom not paid...
We light you on fire.
I hear these stories,
about these experiments they roll on Cons.
They stick drugs in your food, and sit back and watch what happens.
It's not drugs.
If there was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling the residual side effects,
Loss of motor skills, blurry vision...
and if it was a behavioral experiment, I mean, there'd...
be a point.
What if we are dead.
- I was gonna be executed in two days. - And I was in combat.
So was I.
This is Hell.
Last time I looked you didn't need a parachute to get there.
But it doesn't matter what happened, or why.
We're here...
the only question is...
How do we get out?
Where are you going?
- To high ground. - We need to stick together.
Then you should follow me.
Yeah, I wouldn't do that.
Yep.
Archaefructus liaoningensis. That is really, really poisonous.
Wouldn't take more than one scratch, cause total paralysis.
Thank you.
I will watch for you out here.
You made a buddy.
Hey.
We need to rest.
So rest.
You look like you could use it too.
You got a name?
Look...
I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great.
Now you gonna follow me? Fine.
But I'm not doing this...
I'm better on my own.
Want to see something fucked up?
Well, between that and the sun...
- I'd say we have a real problem. - What about the sun?
It hasn't moved since we got here.
What do you think is really going on?
What do I think?
Spetznatz Alpha Group,
Los Zetas cartel enforcer,
R.U.F. that's a death squad from Sierra Leone,
Yakuza in the Dawokei,
the F.B.I.'s Most Wanted,
and... him.
They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong.
Belong to what?
Well, I'd say we were chosen.
What about you?
What about me?
You know the jungle, all the players...
I'm guessing ex-military, black-ops,
- probably a mercenary. - You got a problem with that?
Not at the moment.
Good.
Something was dropped here.
Same as us.
Not the same as us.
You said we were chosen.
Chosen for what?
Oh, shit.
Looking good there, boss.
Look out! Step!
Help!
- 12 o'clock. 110 meters. - Take him! Take him!
We don't have to.
He left.
We triggered a dead man's trap.
It's two weeks.
Judging from the rate of decomposition.
He took up a position here.
shooting in all directions.
This was a last stand.
United States Special Forces.
This is strange. He's supposed to be...
deployed in Afghanistan.
What's he doing here setting traps for us?
They weren't meant for us.
He was hunting something else...
- Something a lot bigger. - Bigger?
The trunk was a dead-fall.
The rule of thumb with a dead-fall,
is that you set the weight five times that of the target animal.
Whatever it was, it got through the trip-wires.
And did this.
Let's move.
What is it?
Nothing.
What is it? Nothing.
We're gonna need a new plan.
Hey, where are we going?
Someone put us on this rock, there's gotta be a way off it.
Ah! What the fuck?
Hey, you know what? Fuck this!
This is bullshit, man. I want a gun!
Come man. You got two mother fucking guns, man!
Somebody give me a gun!
Come on Russian, you got a big fucking gun!
Come on man, give me a gun.
Give me a gun, right now!
Give me a gun.
I'm ready to die.
Are you?
Help!
Fuck you!
Looking good there, boss.
Run! Run! Come on! Climb!
Oh, shit!
No!
As bad as you are...
those things are worse.
Since we still eight, they just... What? Left?
No.
The whistle.
They were called.
Alright. Listen up!
Everybody do a shell count.
We've got to conserve ammunition.
Reload. Do it now.
Excuse me, I'm... just what the hell is going on here?
We're being hunted.
The cages, soldier, all of us.
All brought here for the same purpose.
This planet is a game preserve.
And we're the game.
In case you didn't notice,
we just got flushed out.
They sent the dogs in.
Just like you would if you were stalking boar.
Shooting quail.
They split us apart, and they watched.
Testing us.
How do you know all this?
Because...
that's what I would do.
- Fantastic. - Wait...
- There are only seven of us. - Help me!
Help!
Help.
- Wait... - What?
It's a trap.
Help me.
Fuck me.
Help.
Wound one man.
Make him suffer.
Make him bleed.
Make him call out for help.
And set a trap, and kill those who come.
I know, because I have done this.
So we're gonna leave him here, right?
Come on, look at him. He's done.
There's nothing... There's nothing else we can do, right?
Right?
We leave him.
I can't.
Then that's on you.
Help me.
Help me. Help me. It's a trap. It's a trap.
What are we gonna do?
We should go to higher ground.
Really?
We're trapped on an alien hunting planet,
you really think the solution is to...
walk over?
It wants us to run.
That's how it hunts.
This is its jungle.
Its game.
Its rules.
We run...
we die.
What's the alternative?
We need to know what we're dealing with.
The dog tracks go that way.
We go after it.
What?
No movement.
Looks like, we're not the only things been hunted.