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 fix 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.

Why don't you use the regular army?

What do you need us for?

'Cause some damned 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.

OK! OK, OK.

You never knew when to quit.

Damn good to see you.

What's this fucking tie business?

Come on. Forget about my tie.

I heard about that job you pulled in Berlin.

Very nice, Dutch.

-Good old days. -The good old days.

-Why'd you pass on Libya? -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?

The cabinet minister's important to our scope of operations...

in this part of the world.

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.

Simple setup. One-day operation.

We pick up their trail, run 'em down...

grab those hostages, and cross 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.

We all have our orders, Major.

Once you reach your objective...

Dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge.

Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John...

Claims he has misery, but he has a lot of fun...

Oh, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight...

Yeah...

Well, Long Tall Sally, she's built sweet...

Yeah, OK.

...Uncle John need.

Oh, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight...

Yeah...

Well, I saw Uncle John with bald-head Sally...

He saw Aunt Mary comin' and ducked in the alley...

Oh, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight...

Yeah, awoo.

Delta one-zero.

Roger, team leader.

Rendezvous points and radio freqs...

are indicated and fixed.

AWACs contact on four-hour intervals.

Who's our backup?

No such thing, ol' buddy. This is a one-way ticket.

Once we cross that border, we're on our own.

This is getting better by the minute.

She's built sweet...

She got everything that Uncle John need...

Oh, baby...

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight...

Yeah...

Well, Long Tall Sally, she's built sweet...

Hey, Billy.

Billy!

The other day, I went up to my girlfriend.

I said, l'd like a little pussy.''

She said, ''Me, too.

''Mine's as big as a house!''

See, she wanted a littler one 'cause hers was...

big as a house.

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight.

Get that stinking shit out of my face, will ya?

Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here!

This stuff will make you a damn sexual tyrannosaurus...

just like me.

Yeah? Strap this on your sore ass, Blain.

That was in '72.

Me and Dutch both got one.

Well, Long Tall Sally, she's built sweet...

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-head Sally...

He saw Aunt Mary comin'...

That's a real nasty habit you got there.

Yeah, baby...

Whoo, baby...

Havin' me some fun tonight...

Right.

Gonna have some fun tonight....

Gonna have some fun tonight. Whoo...

Have some fun tonight...

OK, bird two, prepare to cover me.

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.

Something else, Major. 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 half-assed mountain boys.

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?

Six men wearing US-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.

-See what you can find. -Yes, sir.

What's he got?

Same business.

Guerrillas hauling two guys in the chopper...

followed by men with American equipment.

Do you remember Afghanistan?

Trying to forget it. Come on. Let's go.

Oh!

God!

Holy mother of God.

''Jim Hopper.''

Mac, cut them 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.

Well, 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 fire fight.

They were shooting in all directions.

Can't believe 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 of the bag.

Payback time.

You're ghostin' us, mother fucker.

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?

Aah!

Fuck you.

Aah!

He killed one of the hostages. We move.

Mac, Blain... the nest.

Billy, Poncho... the guard.

Hawkins, Dillon... backup.