(SCREAMING)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING FASTER)
(BEEPlNG RAPlDLY)
(SHOUTlNG)
(GASPlNG)
(GRUNTlNG)
(CRACKlNG BONE)
(GRUNTlNG)
(SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)
Don't.
Calm down.
Hey, fuck you.
Calm down.
Fuck you.
ROYCE: Looks like his chute didn't open.
(PANTlNG)
Single shooter.
How do you know?
(GRUNTlNG)
(SPEAKlNG RUSSlAN)
Please stop doing that.
You're shooting at the wrong people.
How do l know?
Because otherwise, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
All right.
You wanna show me the right ones?
Nikolai.
l mean, l'm Nikolai.
What's the last thing you remember, Nikolai?
War. Yeah.
l was with the Chechnya.
And there was a light.
And then l... Then l woke up and l was...
Falling.
Yeah, same thing. I was in Baja.
And then there was a light.
And then ch ingao.
Where are we?
Maybe she knows.
NIKOLAI: Shit.
You wanna lower the weapon?
I've never seen this jungle.
And I've seen most.
All right, you think this is 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.
Fuck. Where's he going?
(MUTTERING)
All right, let's hit the fucking road.
(MUMBLING IN RUSSIAN)
Fuck.
(SQUELCHING)
You remember a plane?
I woke up in freefall.
You?
Same.
You're IDF?
Yeah.
Are you in the service?
Not exactly.
(SHOUTS)
You motherfucker.
Come on, you motherfucker.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
You with him?
No.
(GRUNTING)
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?
Something like that.
STANS: Yeah?
Maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?
Help me!
Fuck!
Help me! Somebody!
Fuck. Help!
EDWIN: Hello?
I'm trapped in a parachute in a fucking tree.
Hey, man, why don't you shut the fuck up?
Oh. Thank God.
I think I can...
Stop moving. You're breaking the branch.
You have anything to cut yourself down with?
Why would I... No, I don't.
Look, if we get rope from one of the chutes...
Do something.
EDWIN: Help!
It was taking too long.
Help!
Who the hell are you?
I'm a doctor.
I was on my way to work.
(STUTTERING)
Can someone please just tell me, uh,
what the fuck is going on here?
Your ass is awesome.
Look.
Goddamn. Who the hell is this guy?
STANS: What the hell is that?
Who would do this?
Whoever they are, they take trophies.
In my culture
the warrior with the greatest trophies
commands 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.
CUCHILLO: Maybe it's ransom.
Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you,
put you in an oil drum.
The ransom's not paid,
we light you on fire.
STANS: I hear these stories
about these experiments they run on cons.
They stick drugs in your food
and they sit back and watch what happens.
Well, it's not drugs.
If it 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...
There'd be a point.
What if we are dead?
I was going to 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.
It doesn't matter what happened, or why.
We're here.
Only question is, how do we get out?
Where you going?
To high ground.
We need to stick together.
Then you should follow me.
Uh, yeah, I wouldn't do that.
Yep.
Archaefructus liaoningensis.
That is really, really poisonous.
Wouldn't take more than one scratch
to cause total paralysis.
Thank you. I'll watch for you out here.
You made a buddy.
ISABELLE: 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.
All right? You wanna follow me, fine.
But I'm not doing this.
I'm better on my own.
Wanna see something fucked up?
Well, between that and the sun,
I'd say we have a real problem.
What about the sun?
Hasn't moved since we got here.
What do you think is really going on?
What do I think?
Spetsnaz.
Alpha Group.
Los Zetas, cartel enforcer.
RUF.
It's a death squad from Sierra Leone.
Yakuza, Inagawa-kai.
And the FBI's Most Wanted.
And him.
They're all heavy-hitters. He doesn't belong.
Belong to what?
I'd say we were chosen.
What about you?
What about me?
You know the jungle. Know the players.
I'm guessing ex-military. Black ops.
Probably a mercenary.
You got a problem with that?
Not at the moment.
Good.
(GUN CLICKING)
Something was dropped here.
Same as us.
Not the same as us.
ISABELLE: You said we were chosen.
Chosen for what?
Oh, shit.
Looking good there, boss.
(ROPE SLIDING)
(TRAPS SPRINGING)
STANS: Look out!
Down!
(YELLING)
Shit!
(SHOUTS)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTING)
ISABELLE: Help!
Shit.
(GRUNTING)
Damn it.
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
12 o'clock. 110 meters.
Take him. Take him.
I don't have to.
Don't have to.
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 is 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 deadfall.
Rule of thumb with a deadfall
is you set the weight five times that of the target animal.
Whatever it was, it got through the trip wires.
And it did this.
ROYCE: Let's move.
What is it?
PREDATOR: What is it?
Nothing.
PREDATOR: What is it? Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing.
We're gonna need a new plan.
Hey, where are we going?
Someone put us on this rock.
There's got to be a way off it.
(EXCLAIMS) What the fuck?
(SWOOPING)
You know what? Fuck this.
This is bullshit, man.
I want a gun.
Come on, man, you got two motherfucking 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 your gun. Right now.
(COCKING GUN)
Give me your gun.
(GRUNTS)
I'm ready to die.
Are you?
(GROWLING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(EXCLAIMS)
(GROWLING)
(STANS SHOUTING)
Oh.
EDWIN: Help!
(GROWLING)
Oh, shit!
Oh.
Shit! Fuck!
(GROWLING)
(EDWIN SHOUTS)
(NIKOLAI SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(SHOUTING)
Help!
(GRUNTING)
Fuck you! Fuck you!
(GROWLING)
Looking good there, boss.
(PANTING)
(GROWLING)
(SHOUTING)
Go! Go!
Come on. Come on.
(GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKS)
Oh, shit!
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
Come on!
No!
(HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING)
(GROWLING)
(ROARING)
(WHISTLING CONTINUES)
(GROWLING SOFTLY)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
MOMBASA: As bad as you are,
those things are worse.
(MUTTERING)
So they... They just, what, left?
ISABELLE: No.
The whistle.
They were called.
All right, listen up.
Everybody do a shell count.
We got to conserve ammunition.
Reload. Do it now.
Excuse me. Just what the hell is going on here?
We're being hunted.
The cages. The 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
or shooting quail.
They split us apart and they watched.
Testing us.
How do you know this?
Because
that's what I would do.
Fantastic.
Wait.
There are only seven of us.
CUCHILLO: Help me!
Help!
(WEAKLY) Help.
Wait. What?
It's a trap.
CUCHILLO: Help me.
Fuck me.
CUCHILLO: Help.
MOMBASA: 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 else we can do, right?
Right?
We leave him.
I can't.
Then, that's on you.
CUCHILLO: Help me.
PREDATOR: (IMITATING CUCHILLO) Help me.
PREDATOR: Help me. Help me.
(VOICE FLUCTUATING) It's a trap. 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 more?
(SNIFFING)
It wants us to run.
That's how it hunts.
This is its jungle.
Its game.
Its rules.
We run,
we die.
ISABELLE: What's the alternative?
We need to know who we're dealing with.
Dog tracks go that way.
We go after it.
ROYCE: Well?
No movement.
(GASPS)
(WINGS FLUTTERING)
STANS: It looks like we're not the only things being hunted.
(ROARING)
Holy shit!
STANS: What the fuck?
What the fuck is that thing?
This is a mistake. We have to leave. Now.
Where is the tough guy?
ISABELLE: He left us.
He's here.
(SHOT FIRING)
(SCREAMING)
Run!
(SHOUTING)
(PREDATOR ROARING)
(GURGLING)
(SCREAMING)
(YELLING) (ROARING)
(GASPS)
(ROARING)
(YELLING)