The Predator

HAINES (on radio): Picket One, copy.

Do you got eyes on the hostages?

Still negative.

DUPREE (on radio): 20 bucks says they don't show.

You two morons really making bets

on whether a drug cartel has executed these hostages?

Abso-fucking-lutel y.

I believe that was implied. Yeah.

Just checking. I'm in for 20.

I got two hostages.

No crosswind.

I'm not waiting. 10-50, out.

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Bluebill Two, are you out there?

Over.

-(rustling) '(9aSps)

Goddamn it!

Dupree, Jesus!

Where's Haines?

Don't know. Comm's not fucking working.

Give me the pack.

It's evidence.

Ain't nobody gonna believe this one.

The fuck is that, Cap?

It's above our pay grade.

-(radio beeps) - Haines! Come in. Over.

Haines, goddamn it, come in. Over! (echoes)

Sir?

PREDATOR (distorted voice): The fuck is that, Cap?

The fuck is that, Cap?

Comm's not fucking working.

'(birds Squawking) '(9aSps)

Haines?

Light it up!

Gentlemen, remember...

they're large, they're fast,

and fucking you up's their idea of tourism!

Go!

Eyes up! Come on!

I want the passenger. I want the pod.

If it's not from here...

- You want it. -...l want it.

I need help.

And I have money.

WHY SHOULD I HELP A MAN WITH A GUN, EH?

All right.

I need you to mail this for me.

You send it to this address.

Mail what's in the pack, not the backpack.

Ahora. Gd.!

Okay.

-(thudding) -(cops shouting indistinctly)

Back up!

It was so amazing!

Yeah, it was.

Bye, Mom!

-(laughs) Do it, man. - No, you do it.

Okay.

- Do it. -(both laughing)

Oh, shit.

Looky, Iooky, loo.

Hey, EJ, you hungry'?

I'm hungry for an ass-burger.

Mmm. Sounds delicious.

A nice, big, juicy ass-burger.

Oh, yeah. -(whimpering)

The hell are you doing?

He's a goner. - All right.

"(dog barking) '(9aSps)

Hi, there.

Does, uh, Quinn McKenna live here?

His post office box payments are past due.

Department of Defense.

He works for the government, does he?

MOS-1-1-B-3-V-W-3.

Military designation.

- Ah. - He kills people...

so you can be a mailman.

Dr. Brackett?

I understand you enjoy stargazing?

My men will take care of your dog.

Will you come with me, please?

What am I looking at?

It's exactly what you think it is. Yeah.

They've been here before.

'87. '97.

Lately, the visits are increasing in frequency.

Rory, I'm home! Hey, I got you something.

Hey.

Did you do one of these after school?

I did all of them.

Oh. Okay.

Well, I got you two options.

We have...

pirate, or...

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein, you know, green skin?

Threw a girl to see if she would float?

No. Okay.

Well, let's go with pirate. Yeah?

This is dumb.

The guys will...

They will still be able to see.

See what?

That it's me.

You were once quoted as saying,

"I dropped from my mother's womb...

I hit the floor...

and I started crawling

through hostile territory toward my grave."

About right, yeah.

- That's badass. - It's pretty morbid.

It's pretty dark.

What's with the polygraph?

I thought this was a psych eval.

We need to know if you pose a threat.

Oh, I'm a sniper.

Isn't posing a threat kind of the fucking point?

You spend most of your time now in-country...

estranged from your wife and son?

Look, I get it.

Something went down in Mexico and nobody wants any witnesses.

Excuse me?

You're not here to find out if I'm crazy.

You wanna make sure the label sticks.

So, you feel you're being railroaded?

I can see the tracks on the floor!

I don't see tracks on the floor, for the record.

You feel like you're a stranger

on your own planet, don't you, Captain?

Like an alien, you mean?

That's what you wanted.

Do I get a cookie now?

He saw something.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Wow!

Ow.

You shove me again, I'm gonna break your neck.

Did I say that out loud?

-(Quinn clears throat) - McKenna.

Last one.

Thanks for your kindness. Thank you.

Oh, yeah?

You all right over there?

No, don't worry about him. He's just got Tourettes.

- He can't control it. - Fuck you, Coyle.

You get used to it, bro.

Welcome to Group Two.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Like a unit?

No, group. Group Two.

Group therapy, room two.

Oh.

- McKenna. - Nebraska Williams.

That's your real name?

Gaylord.

- That's a good call, then. - Yeah, I thought so.

Where did you serve?

Operation Enduring Freedom, '03.

Went for the Taliban, stayed for the opium.

That's Coyle. Friendly fire incident.

Got turned around, fired at one of his own vehicles.

Now, he tells jokes.