Predator

- You're looking good, Dutch. - It's been a long time, General.

Come on inside.

Eighteen 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.

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?

Because some damn fool accused you of being the best.

Dillon!

You son of a bitch!

What's the matter? The C.I.A. got you pushing too many pencils?

Huh?

Had enough?

Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

- Okay, okay, okay! - You never did know when to quit, huh?

- Damn good to see you, Dutch. - What is this fucking tie business?

Forget about my tie. I heard about that job you pulled off in Berlin.

- Very nice, Dutch. - Good old days.

Like the good old days. Then how come you passed on Libya, huh?

- That wasn't my style. - You got no style. You know that.

Come on. Why did you pass?

We're a rescue team, not assassins.

Now, what do we got to do?

That cabinet minister is very important to our operations in this part of the world.

The general's saying a couple of our friends are about to get squeezed.

We can't let that happen. We need the best.

- That's why you're here. - Go on.

A 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 anybody knows we were there.

- What do you mean, "we"? - I'm going 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.

Roger. Over.

Yeah, okay.

- Delta 1-0. - Roger.

Two, Leader.

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 cross that border, we're on our own.

This is getting better by the minute.

Roger 2-2. Roger.

Tango, Charlie, Delta 1-0.

Two, Leader.

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, 'cause hers was...

As big as a house.

Get that stinking shit out of my face.

A bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here!

This stuff will make you a goddamn sexual tyrannosaurus, just like me.

Yeah. Strap this on your sore ass, Blain.

That was in '72. North of Hue. Me and Dutch both got one.

That's a real nasty habit you got there.

Right.

You got it, Leader.

Never knew how much I missed this, Dutch.

You never were that smart.

Hawkins, you're up.

Lines away.

The pilots have each got one round in the head.

Whoever hit it stripped the shit out of it.

- Took him out with a heat-seeker. - There's something else, Major.

- Hmm? - This is no ordinary army taxi.

It looks more like a surveillance bird to me.

Pick up the trail yet?

Billy's on it. Heat-seeker, Dillon. That's pretty sophisticated for a...

- bunch of half-assed mountain boys. - Major!

I guess they're getting better equipped every day.

There were 12 guerrillas.

They took the two men from the helicopter, but there's something else.

- What do you mean? - Six men wearing U.S.-issued army boots.

They came in from the north, and then they followed the guerrillas.

Mean anything to you?

Probably just another rebel patrol.

They operate in here all the time.

- Get ahead and see what you can find. - Yes, sir.

What's he got?

Same business. Guerrillas hauling two guys from the chopper...

followed by men with American equipment.

Do you remember Afghanistan?

I'm trying to forget it. Come on. Let's go.

Holy mother of God.

Jim Hopper.

Mac, cut 'em down.

I knew these men.

Green Berets out of Fort Bragg.

What the hell were they doing here?

I don't know, Dutch. This is inhuman.

Nobody told me there was an operation in this area.

- They shouldn't have been here. - But somebody sent them.

The guerrillas skinned them?

Why did they skin them?

Ain't no way for no soldier to die.

- What happened here, Billy? - Strange, Major.

There was a firefight.

They were shooting in all directions.

I can't believe that Jim Hopper walked into an ambush.

I don't believe he did.

I can't find a single track.

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.

It's time to let Old Painless out the bag.

Payback time.

You're ghostin' us, motherfucker.

I don't care who you are back in the world.

You give our position one more time...

I'll bleed you real quiet and leave you here.

Got that?

Fuck you.

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.

One down.

What the hell's he doing?

What the fuck?

Showtime, kid.

Targets at the center of the palapa!

Dutch, on your nine!

Get that mother...

Go!

Stick around.

Hostages are inside!

Knock, knock.

I got 'em!

Hawkins, call in position and situation.

Get Connor for the hook!

You got it, Major.

Oh, shit.

- Mac, any sign of the other hostage? - Yo!

Found the other guy.

He's dead too. And the kid from the chopper.

But if they're Central American, I'm a goddamn Chinaman.

From the looks of it, our cabinet minister was C.I.A.

Another thing, Major. We were lucky.

Other guys we waxed... Russian military advisers.

Something pretty big was gonna happen here.

Good work, Mac. Clear the area. No traces.

- Get the men ready to move. - All right.

Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.

You're hit. You're bleeding, man.

I ain't got time to bleed.

Oh, okay.

You got time to duck?

This is goddamn beautiful.

Goddamn jackpot.

This is more than we ever thought we'd get.

Man, we got those bastards.

We got 'em.

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.

- You got us in here to do your dirty work. - We 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 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!

My orders were to get somebody in who could 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.

Major! Major, We stepped into some bullshit here!

Air surveillance says we got guerrillas all over the place.

Can't be more than one, two miles away. This place is going down.

- How much time? - Half an hour, maybe less.

- Tell Mac we move in five. - Yes, sir.

She goes with us. She's too valuable. She's got another whole network.

She'll give away our position any chance she gets. No deal.

You're still under orders. You want to make that call, or should I?

She's your baggage. You fall behind, and you're on your own.

This place is too hot for a pickup.

They won't touch us till we get over the border.