[ PREDATOR (1987) EN-SDH ]
( ♪ 20th Century Fox fanfare )
♪
-You're looking good, Dutch.
-It's been a long time, General.
Come on inside.
18 hours ago,
we lost a chopper,
carrying a cabinet minister and his aide
from this charming little country.
We've got a transponder fixed on their position...
about here.
-DUTCH: This cabinet minister,
does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?
-Apparently, they strayed off course.
And we're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands.
So why don't you use the regular army?
What do you need us for?
-DILLON: Cause some damn fool accused you of being the best.
-Dillon!
You son of a bitch!
What's the matter?
The CIA got you pushing too many pencils?
Huh?
Had enough?
-Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.
Okay! Okay, okay!
-Never did know when to quit, huh?
-Damn good to see you, Dutch.
-What is this fucking tie business?
-Aw, c'mon, forget about my tie, man.
I heard about that little job you pulled off in Berlin.
Very nice, Dutch.
-Good old days.
-Yeah, like the good old days.
Then how come you passed on Libya, huh?
-Oh, that wasn't my style.
-You got no style, Dutch. You know that.
Come on.
Why'd you pass?
( lighter clicks )
-We're a rescue team,
not assassins.
Now,
what we gotta do?
-That cabinet minister is very important
to our scope of operations in this part of the world.
-Dutch, the general's saying that a couple of our friends
are about to get squeezed, and we can't let that happen.
We need the best.
That's why you're here.
-Go on.
Simple setup.
One-day operation.
We pick up their trail at the chopper,
run 'em down, grab those hostages,
and bounce back across the border
before anyone knows we were there..
-What do you mean, "we"?
-I'm goin' in with you, Dutch.
-General, my team always works alone.
You know that.
-I'm afraid we all have our orders, Major.
Once you reach your objective,
Dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge.
( ♪ "Long Tall Sally" by Little Richard )
♪ Gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John
♪ He claims he has the misery
♪ but he has a lot of fun
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Yes, baby
( voices on radio, indistinct )
♪ Havin' me some fun tonight
♪ Yeah
♪ Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed--
-Yeah, okay.
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Yeah, baby
♪ Whoo, baby
♪ Havin' me some fun tonight, yeah
♪ Well, I saw Uncle John with bald-headed Sally
♪ He saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked back in the alley
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Yes, baby
♪ Whoo, baby
♪ Ooh baby, havin' me some fun tonight, yeah
( over radio ) -Delta One-Zero to Two Leader.
-DILLON: Rendezvous points and radio freqs
are indicated and fixed.
AWACS contact on four-hour intervals.
-Who's our backup?
No such thing, old buddy.
This is a one-way ticket.
Once we've crossed that border,
we're on our own.
This is getting better by the minute.
( voices on radio, indistinct )
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Yeah, baby
♪ Whoo, baby
♪ Havin' me some fun tonight, yeah
♪ Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed
-Hey, Billy!
BILLY!
The other day I went up to my girlfriend. I said,
"You know, I'd like a little pussy."
She said, "Me, too."
Mine's as big as a house!"
You see, she wanted a littler one cos hers was...
big as a house.
♪ Yes baby
♪ Whoo, baby
♪ Havin' me some fun tonight
-Get that stinkin' shit out of my face.
-Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here!
This stuff'll make you a goddamn sexual tyrannosaurus,
just like me.
-Yeah, strap THIS on your sore ass, Blain.
( laughs )
-DILLON: That was in '72, North Hue.
Me and Dutch both got one.
♪ Well, long tall Sally, she's built for speed
♪ She got everything that Uncle John need
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Yeah, baby
♪ Whoo, baby
♪ Havin' me some fun tonight, yeah
♪ Well, I saw Uncle John with bald-headed Sally
♪ He saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked...
-That's a real nasty habit you got there.
♪ Yeah, baby
♪ Whoo...
( bleeping )
( unintelligible radio chatter )
-Right.
♪ We're gonna have some fun tonight, whoo
( bleeping continues )
( stereo switches off )
( bleeping )
( over radio ) -You got it, Leader.
-Never knew how much I missed this, Dutch.
-You never were that smart.
( buzzer )
-DUTCH: Hawkins, you're up.
-Lines away.
( various wildlife calls )
( grunting )
-PONCHO: The pilots have each got one round in the head.
Whoever hit it stripped the shit out of it.
-DUTCH: Took 'em out with a heat seeker.
-PONCHO: There's something else, Major.
-DUTCH: Hm?
-PONCHO: This is no ordinary army taxi.
It looks more...
like a surveillance bird to me.
-DILLON: Pick up the trail yet?
-DUTCH: Billy's on it.
Heat seeker, Dillon.
That's pretty sophisticated
for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys.
-BILLY: Major! -DILLON: I guess they're getting better equipped every day.
-BILLY: There were 12 guerrillas.
They took the two men from the helicopter,
but there's something else.
-DUTCH: What do you mean?
-Six men,
wearing US-issued army boots.
They came in from the north,
and then they followed the guerrillas.
-DUTCH: Mean anything to you?
-DILLON: Probably just another rebel patrol.
They operate in here all the time.
-DUTCH: Get ahead and see what you can find.
-Yes, sir.
( birds screech )
-DUTCH: What's he got?
PONCHO: Same business.
Guerrillas hauling two guys from the chopper,
followed by men with American equipment.
Do you remember Afghanistan?
-DUTCH: Trying to forget it.
Come on, let's go.
( wings flapping )
♪
( birds screeching )
( yells )
( sighs )
-Holy mother of God.
( grunts, bird squawks )
-DUTCH: Jim Hopper...
Mac, cut 'em down.
( clatter )
I knew these men.
Green Berets out of Fort Bragg.
Now what the hell were they doing here?
-DILLON: I don't know, Dutch.
This is inhuman.
Nobody told me there was an operation in this area.
They shouldn't have been here.
-Well, somebody sent them.
-PONCHO: The guerrillas skinned them?
Why did they skin them?
-MAC: Ain't no way for no soldier to die.
-DUTCH: What happened here, Billy?
-Strange, Major.
There was a firefight.
They were shooting in all directions.
-DUTCH: I can't believe that Jim Hopper walked into an ambush.
-I don't believe he did.
I can't find a single track.
It just doesn't make sense.
-What about the rest of Hopper's men?
-There's no sign, sir.
They never left here.
Hell, it's like they just disappeared.
-Stick with the guerrilla trail.
Let's get the hostages.
We move.
Five-meter spread.
No sound.
-MAC: It's time to let old painless out the bag.
( clicking )
-Payback time.
( grunts )
( birds screeching )
-MAC: You're ghostin' us, motherfucker.
I don't care who you are back in the world.
You give our position up one more time,
I'll bleed you,
real quiet,
and leave you here.
Got that?
( motor rumbling )
( indistinct chattering )
( speaking Spanish, indistinct )
-MAN: Aaagh!
- ( speaking Russian ) - Fuck you.
Aah!
( gunshot )
( speaking Russian )
( shouting in Spanish )
-DUTCH: He killed one of the hostages.
We move.
Mac, Blain, the nest.
Billy, Poncho, the guard.
Hawkins, Dillon, backup.
As soon as they're set, I hit the fuel dump.
♪
(sighs)
-One down.
( whistles )
( grunts )
( indistinct chatter )
( motor rumbling )
( beeps )
-What the hell's he doing?!
( straining )
( clattering )
-What the fuck...?
( yelling )
( explosion )
-Aaaah!
-Showtime, kid.
( shouting in Russian )
( explosions, gunfire )
( yelling in Russian )
-Target's the centre of the palapa!
( yelling )
( rapid machine gun fire )
( screaming )
( gunfire )
-DILLON: Dutch! On your nine!
( speaking Russian )
-Aaagh! Aaagh!
( speaking Spanish )
-MAC: Get that mother!
-Go!
( Dutch grunts )
-Stick around.
-DILLON: Hostages are inside!
Knock, knock.
(whistles)
-I got 'em!
-Hawkins, call in position and situation.
Get Con Op on the hook!
-HAWKINS: You got it, Major!
( click )
-Holy shit.
Mac!
Any sign of the other hostage?
-MAC: Found the other guy.
He's dead too.
And the gear from the chopper.
But, if they're Central American,
I'm a goddamn Chinaman.
From the looks of it, our "cabinet minister" was CIA.
Another thing, Major.
They were lucky.
The other guys they waxed
were Russian military advisers.
Something pretty big was gonna happen here.
-DUTCH: Good work, Mac.
Clear the area. No traces.
Get the men ready to move.
-MAC: All right.
( gunfire )
-BLAIN: Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.
-PONCHO: You're hit.
You're bleedin', man.
-I ain't got time to bleed.
-Oh.
Okay...
( missiles firing )
You got time to duck?
-DILLON: This is goddamn beautiful.
Goddamn jackpot.
This is more than we ever thought we'd get.
We got those bastards.
We got 'em.
-DUTCH: I think this is what you're looking for.
You set us up!
It's all bullshit.
All of it.
The cabinet minister, the whole business.
Got us in here to do your dirty work.
-DILLON: Look, we just stopped a major invasion.
In three days, they'd have been across the border with this stuff!
-Why us?
-Because nobody else could've pulled it off.
You're pissed about the cover story.
I knew I couldn't get you in here without it.
-So, what story did you hand to Hopper?
-Look, we've been looking for this place for months.
My men were in that chopper when it got hit!
Hopper's orders were to go in and get my men, and he disappeared!
-He didn't disappear.
He was SKINNED ALIVE!
-And my orders were to get somebody in
who can crack these bastards!
-So you cooked up a story,
and dropped the six of us in a meat grinder.
What happened to you, Dillon?
You used to be somebody I could trust.
-I woke up.
Why don't you?
You're an asset,
an expendable asset.
And I used you to get the job done.
Got it?
-My men are not expendable.
And I don't do this kind of work.
-PONCHO: Major!
Major, we stepped into some real shit here!
( woman groans )
-DILLON: ¿Te sientes bien?
-PONCHO: Air surveillance says we've got guerrillas all over the place.
Can't be more than one, two miles away,
-this place is coming down. -DUTCH: How much time?
Half an hour, maybe less.
-DUTCH: Tell Mac we move in five. -BLAIN: Yes, sir.
-DILLON: Wait, she goes with us. She's too valuable.
She's got another home network.
-She'll give away our position any chance she gets.
No deal.
-You're still under orders, Major.
Now, you wanna make that call or should I?
-She's your baggage.
You fall behind,
and you're on your own.
( whirring )
( distorted speech )
-DUTCH: This place is too hot for a pickup.
They won't touch us till we get over the border.
Hey, Billy.
Give me a way out of this hole.
Aerial says we are cut off.
-BILLY: The only way outta here,
is that valley that leads to the east.
I wouldn't waste that on a broke-dick dog.
-Not much choice.
Poncho, take lead.
Double-time it.
( distorted voices ) Lock and load.
Watch your ass.
( indistinct )
( indistinct yelling )
(speaking Spanish)
( Dillon yelling in Spanish )
-MAC: Dillon!
Dillon!
Over here.
( beeping )
Turn around.
-DILLON: Why?
♪
Thanks.
-Any time...
( crunch )
-Billy!
Billy!
The other day,
I was goin' down on my girlfriend.
I said to her,
"Jeez, you've got a big pussy,"
"Jeez, you've got a big pussy."
She said, "Why did you say that twice?"
I said, "I didn't."
See,
it was cause of the echo.
Where the...
( Hawkins chuckles )
( laughs )
( distorted laugh )
( creature clicking )
-MAC'S VOICE: "Over here. Over here. Over here."
( clicking )
"Turn around. Turn around."
( Billy laughing )
"Turn around. Turn around. Over here."
( Billy laughing )
"Any time..."
♪
( clicking )
"Any time..."
-MAC: Goddamn!
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy!
I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man,
but nothin' like this.
-BLAIN: I hear you.
This shit's somethin'.
Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.
-Hey, ¿qué pasa, amigo?
Little taste of home.
-BLAIN: You lose it here,
you're in a world of hurt.
-DILLON: Come on, sweetheart.
Stop sandbaggin' it. Now, get up.
Come on, get up.
Would you get up?
-WOMAN: ¡Mierda!
( gun clicks )
-PONCHO: Ni lo intentes.
( Poncho chuckles )
Maybe you'd better put her on a leash,
agent man.
Try it again...
please.
( branch snaps )
-DILLON: ¡Cállate!
( birds chirping )
-DUTCH: What's got Billy so spooked?
-MAC: Can't say, Major.
Been acting squirrelly all morning.
That damn nose of his...
It's weird.
-DUTCH: What is it?
Billy...
What the hell is wrong with you?
-There's something in those trees.
♪
( indistinct whisper )
-BILLY, DISTORTED: Do you see anything?
Up there.
-DUTCH, DISTORTED: Nothing.
What do you think?
-I guess it's nothing, Major.
-( thud ) -Agh!
( whistles )
( grunts )
( both struggling )
( distorted shouting )
-HAWKINS: Please!
Please!
( rapid clicking )
-( whipping sound ) -Aaagh!
( rustling )
( gags )
-DUTCH: Billy, break left.
Mac, right.
What the...?
This isn't her blood.
-DILLON: What the hell'd you do to him?
-PONCHO: Major...
you'd better take a look at this.
-Did you find Hawkins?
-PONCHO: I...
I can't tell.
-What in God's name...?
-PONCHO: I think it's Hawkins.
-Where the hell is his body?
-There's no sign of it.
-Ask her what happened.
¿Qué pasó, mujer?
Mujer, ¿qué pasó?
¿Qué fue lo que viste?
¿Quién fue?
-Yo no sé...
-PONCHO: ¡Dime, mujer! ¿Quién fue? ¡Dime!
-WOMAN: La selva se lo llevo...
PONCHO: ¿Que?
-No estoy segura. No sé.
-PONCHO: She says the jungle...
It just came alive and took him.
-DILLON: Bullshit!
That's not what she said!
What she said doesn't make any sense.
-PONCHO: Look, those sappers have been following us ever since...
-DILLON: They've been in front of us, man!
( both yelling indistinctly )
-DUTCH: HOLD IT!
Hold it!
Why didn't they take his radio?
Or his weapon?
Why didn't she escape?
-Hopper.
-What?
-They did the same thing to Jim Hopper.
-I want Hawkins' body found.
Sweep pattern.
Double back.
50 metres. Let's go.
♪
-BLAIN: Come on in, you fuckers...
Come on in.
Old painless is waitin'.
( scoffs )
( splatter )
( weapon firing )
( splatter, groans )
-CONTAAAACT!
( screaming )
MOTHERFUCKEEEER!!
( gunfire )
Aaaah!
FUCKER!
MOTHERFUCKEEEEER!
( shouting )
( whirring, gunfire stops )
( click )
( panting )
( click )
( whirring stops )
( silence )
♪
-DUTCH: What happened? -MAC: I saw it...
-DUTCH: You saw what? -MAC: 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 something.
-PONCHO: Not a thing.
Not a fuckin' 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 you've got.
Put him in his poncho.
Take him with us.
-I got him.
-DILLON: Vamonos.
-MAC: Major,
I set up flares, frags and claymores.
Nothing's coming near this place without tripping on somethin'.
-DUTCH: Thank you, Sergeant.
Mac...
He was a good soldier.
-MAC: He was, uh...
my friend.
( pops flask )
Goodbye, bro.
( rumbling )
( beeping )
( growling )
( snap )
( echoing scream )
DILLON: Blazer One, I repeat,
extraction necessary.
Say again, Blazer One. Say again.
-MAN OVER RADIO: 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,
and they can't risk coming in after us.
-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!
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 Mini-gun...
Full pack.
Nothin'...
Nothin' on this Earth...
could've lived.
-Not at that range.
-Mac.
You take first watch.
Then you get some rest.
-DILLON: Ask her.
Ask her what she saw.
Ask her what happened to Hawkins.
-Go ahead, ask her.
-PONCHO: ¿Que pasó hoy?
¿Que fue lo que viste?
-WOMAN: Te dije lo que sé.
Fue la selva la que se lo llevo.
¿Que más quieres que te diga?
-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.
-PONCHO: Bullshit!
You ain't afraid of no man!
-There's somethin' out there waiting for us.
And it ain't no man.
We're all gonna die.
-The man's losing it.
He's losin' his cool,
There's nothin' but a couple of guys runnin' around 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.
-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, 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...
( branch snaps )
( explosions )
-What the hell is it?! -DUTCH: Mac!
( loud squeal )
-This way!
-The hell are you?! -Over here!
-DUTCH: Mac! Where are you?!
( thud )
-MAC!
( squealing )
( grunts )
-DUTCH: Mac!
-Mac!
-MAC: Fucking...!
( squealing, Mac grunting )
( men yelling )
-Where are you?!
-Don't fuck with me...
-Mac?
( squeal )
-Mac!
-DUTCH: Where are you?!
-PONCHO: Jesus...
-Got you, motherfucker...
Killed you... you fuck...
-PONCHO: Jesus...
you killed a pig!
-DUTCH: What the...?
-PONCHO: Do you think you could've found something bigger?
-( laughter ) -Yeah, fuck you, Poncho.
Fuck you!
-DUTCH: Where's the girl?
-DILLON: Aw, shit...
-Why the hell wasn't anybody watching her?!
( gasps )
-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.
( animal calls )
-BILLY: That boar had to set off a trip flare, Major.
Cause there ain't no other tracks.
-PONCHO: How could anyone get through this?
Carry out Blain without us knowing it?
And why didn't he try and kill one of us?
-DUTCH: He came in to get the body.
He's killing us one at a time.
-BILLY: Like a hunter.
-He's using the trees...
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: You sayin' that Blain and Hawkins
were killed by a fuckin' LIZARD?!
This is a bullshit psyche job!
There's two or three men out there at the most!
Fuckin' lizard!
-What's your name?
-Anna.
This thing is hunting us.
All of us.
You know that.
( cuts bonds )
-DILLON: What the hell do you think you're doin'?!
-DUTCH: We're gonna need everyone.
-DILLON: I'm takin' her back!
We're outta here in five minutes!
-We're not going yet.
-Look, the rendezvous is 10 to 12 miles away from here,
you think the chopper's gonna wait?
-DUTCH: Dillon.
We make a stand, now.
Or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper.
-ANNA: There is something else.
When the big man was killed...
you must have wounded it.
Its blood was on the leaves.
-DUTCH: If it bleeds...
We can kill it.
( straining )
-Look out.
-DILLON: Now, you REALLY think
this boy scout bullshit's gonna work?
-DUTCH: It can see our tripwires.
Maybe it can't see this.
Instead of complaining,
maybe you should help.
( Dillon scoffs )
-DILLON: What makes you think he's gonna come in through here?
-DUTCH: There are tripwires on every tree for 50 yards.
This is the only way in.
( snap )
-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...
"El 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 worst...
"El que hace trofeos de los hombres" means...
"The demon who makes trophies of man."
( rustling )
( birds cawing )
-So what are you gonna try next, cheese?
Hey! Dutch!
Dutch!
( snaps, screech )
-DILLON: Shit!
( explosion )
( weapon fire )
-Look out!
( thud ) -Augh!
( groans )
( gunfire )
( growling )
( gunfire )
-MAC: Got you, you motherfucker!
I GOT you!
I'm comin'!
-Mac!
MAC!
Get Ramirez on his feet,
-and get to the chopper! -BILLY: Right!
-DILLON: Hold it, Dutch, I'm going after Mac.
-DUTCH: That's not your style, Dillon.
-Guess I picked up some bad habits from you,
now get your people the hell out of here!
-You can't win this, Dillon.
-Maybe I can get even.
-DUTCH: Dillon!
-Just hold on to that damn chopper.
( groaning )
( Poncho groans )
-BILLY: He's busted up pretty bad, Major.
-PONCHO: I can make it!
I can make it!
-DUTCH: Get the radio, forget the rest. -BILLY: Right.
( Poncho groans )
-♪ Long tall Sally...
♪ She's built sweet!
♪ She got everything...
♪ that Uncle John need!
♪ Oh baby...
♪ I'm gonna have me some fun...
♪ I'm gonna have me some...
MAC'S VOICE: Over here...
Over here...
-Mac...?
Mac?
-MAC: Shhhh...
Out there...
Past them trees...
You see it?
I see yo-o-ou...
-I see it...
Yeah.
I see it.
I know we can get this thing, Mac.
You work your way down there, toward him...
I'll move up around,
get in back of him, flush him toward ya...
When I flush that son of a bitch, you nail him.
-MAC: I got a score to settle...
-We've BOTH got scores to settle.
( gunshot )
-ANNA: ¡Vamos!
¡Vamos!
Come on! Quickly!
Hurry up!
-DUTCH: Don't! Leave it!
He didn't kill you because you weren't armed!
No sport.
- ( whispering ) Mac...!
Mac...?
-MAC'S VOICE: Anytime...
( creature growling )
( growling )
( whirring )
( gunfire )
( weapon fires )
( Dillon screams )
( screams )
( screaming in distance )
-Let's go...
( Poncho groans )
Billy!
Billy, let's go!
( Poncho groaning )
-ANNA: ¡Dame el arma!
¡Dame el arma!
Give me the weapon!
ANNA: ¡Dame la mano!
( Billy screams in distance )
( creature growls )
( weapon fires )
-DUTCH: No!
-ANNA: Run!
-DUTCH: R-u-u-u-n!
( weapon fires )
( yells )
R-U-U-U-UN!
GO-O-O!
GET TO THE CHOPPER!
( beep )
( Dutch yells )
Oh... SHIT!
( no audio )
( groans )
( splash )
( electricity sizzling )
( beeping )
( beeping, whirring )
( explosion )
( animal screeching )
( sighs )
It couldn't see me...
( strains )
( creature growling )
( roars )
( whirring )
( whipping )
( growls )
( roars )
( growling )
( whirring )
( panting )
( growling )
( explosion, screech )
( weapon fires )
( surging )
( Dutch groaning )
( creature growling )
( creature yelling )
( footsteps )
( rock clattering, echoing )
( whirring )
( beeping )
( Dutch grunts )
( creature roars )
DUTCH: Bleed, bastard...
( dripping )
( creature roaring )
( Dutch yells )
( choking )
( air hissing )
( splash )
( growling )
You're one...
ugly motherfucker...
( roars )
Bad idea...
( Dutch grunts )
( distorted groaning )
( screech )
( creature roars )
( Dutch groans )
( blade unsheathes )
C'mon...
C'mon!
Do it!
DO IT!
( growls )
C'mon! C'mon!
Kill me! I'm here!
KILL ME!
I'm here! Kill me!
C'mon, kill me! I'm here!
C'mon, do it now!
Kill me!
Oh no...
( thud )
( groans )
( creature growls )
( groans )
( weak growling )
What the hell are you...?
( growling )
-CREATURE, DISTORTED: What...
the hell...
are you...
( beeping )
( alarm beep )
( creature laughs )
( laughs in Billy's voice )
( explosion )
-PILOT: Holy shit!
Damn! The battery!
-Okay!
-Get it?
-( extinguisher whirring ) -Got it!
-What the...
-GENERAL: My God...
( helicopter whirring )
♪
( helicopter whirring )
♪
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