All language subtitles for Predator.2.1990.REMASTERED.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

The heat wave continues.
It's 109 degrees
in Los Angeles.

As drought-ridden Los Angeles
swelters in agonizing heat,

drug lords wage bloody
warfare in the streets.

Yet another open conflict...
Oh, fuck this!
Get me out of here!

We're in a war zone, Dave, two
motorcycle officers

horribly wounded
in a deadly crossfire,

the police seemingly
unable to rescue them

in spite of several desperate,
heroic attempts.

It's completely out of
control down here.

My beautiful cantina,
everything I own,
they shot it to pieces.

My microwave,
my automatic steamer,
my grill...

You fucking pendejos!

Fuck you!

Tony Pope,
live with Hard Core,
on the scene and in your face.

It's like Dante's hell
down here.

Smoke, fire,
oppressive heat,

as Colombian and Jamaican
drug fiends once again

transform the streets of
LA into a slaughterhouse.

Who the hell's
in charge down here?
The cops? Uh-uh.

They're outmanned,
outgunned and incompetent.

Mr. Mayor, on vacation
in your home in Lake Tahoe,

get off your butt,
get down here and
declare martial law!

Okay, don't keep me
in suspense, Danny boy!

It has not been a nice day!

Two motors pulled over
a truck, stumbled right in the
middle of a narc stakeout.

You know, ten Colombians
and Scorpios armed
to fuck all.

They're trying to get
inside their headquarters.

We're keeping them pinned
down, but those officers
are bleeding to death.

Fuck! They're dying, man.

Where the hell is
Special Weapons?

They're still tied up in that
shootout in San Pedro

getting their ass kicked
by the Jamaicans.

They shot down
one of our choppers.

And Mills and Johnson
won't last much longer
out there.

We need an
assault vehicle
to go get 'em.

I'm gonna chat
with these assholes.

Okay, when I give a signal,
give me some cover!

Got it!

Too small.

Right.

Come on! Come on!

Get 'em out of here! Now!

Get 'em out! Get 'em out!

Hey, assholes!

Mike, are you okay?

Yeah. Let's get
the rest of them.

We can't. Just got orders
from Chief Heinemann.

He says secure perimeter,
surround building and wait.

Wait for what?
I don't know!

Some bullshit special unit.
The feds, the DEA.

If we let those bastards
get dug in now, we'll have to

level the building
to get 'em out!

Come and get it.
El Scorpio is ready.

Sarge, any of your
people in the building?

No.

Let's go.

Hey, can't let you in there.
Heinemann's on his way.

Heinemann can kiss
my sweet ass! Come on!

Goddamn it.
Go with him.

Three, two, one...

Go!

Shh. Shh.

Get back, back, back. Back.

Shh.

Next door over.

Take this room!

First floor, officer down.
We need backup.

Freeze!

I said hold it!

Now, lay your guns down.
It's over.

You can walk down or fly,
it's your choice.

I said put it down, asshole!

No!

Oh!

Let's do it now!

Take it easy.

Damn, it's hot.

Must be losing it.

Mike!

Spread out.
Secure the roof.

Just take it easy.
I'm right here.

All clear here.
All clear on the site.

Oh, Danny boy.

I gotta get down from here.

Shit.

Okay, search the roof.
Work your way down.

Check every floor.
Maybe someone else...

Seal it off.
No one leaves.

Danny, come and get me
off this damn roof.

You get
the rest of them?

Somebody
beat us to it.

Leona.

Oh, shit.

So, what happened
to El Scorpio?

He's out front having lunch.

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

They've been cut to pieces.
Must be the Jamaicans.

Their style but where
the hell did they go?

Okay, nobody gets in here
until Forensic arrives.
Nobody.

Okay, you know the drill.

Mike.

Up there.

He must have been
killed out here,
and then someone...

That's about 35, 40 feet.
No rope, no ladder.

The guy weighs
about 190, 195 pounds.

You couldn't
carry him up there.

Lieutenant?

Deputy Chief Heinemann's
downstairs.

He wants you and your people
out of the building now.

Ah, son of a bitch.

What the fuck is going on?

This is not good,
Mike. Not good at all.

I want a real name
on this joker, okay?

You got it.

Mike.

Phil, this is quite
a surprise. What brings
you down from the palace?

You let me down, Mike.
You're making me look bad.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I put my ass on the line
to get you here,

and all I expect is
a little cooperation!

Now, you were told that
this was a federal matter.

Yet you disobeyed
a direct order to stay
out of the building.

Don't let this get out,
Phil, but it's a fucking
war down here.

You are a soldier and you take orders.
Don't push it!

I'll push it as far as I can
every day, Phil, 'cause we're
fighting for our lives here,

while you're downtown
pushing pencils
and kissing ass!

I don't roll over
for anybody,
especially the feds,

without a goddamn
good explanation!

Take this equipment up
to the third floor now.
Come on, let's move!

- Let's go.
- Excuse me, sir! Sir!

Hey, what the hell is
going on here, Heinemann?

Insubordination.
Disregard for direct orders
from a supervising officer.

Now get back to
your cage at Alvarado.

I'll show you
insubordination,
you son of a bitch!

No, no, no!

Where you running to?
Come here! Come on.

You don't need this, Mike.
It's not worth it.

Relax.

Oh, fuck!

I have an
update for you.
Now, get this.

In a midst of shootout,
five members of one
Colombian drug gang

were apparently ambushed
by their bloody rivals,
the Jamaican Voodoo Posse,

who escaped without a trace.
Ha! Again making
total fools of...

What've you got?
A detective is
here to see you.

Back there.

Listen, lady, you got
a backed-up toilet.
Call a plumber, not the cops.

This license has expired.

Bullshit! I paid that
fee six months ago.

I'll kick your ass!
Sit down! Right now!

Move! Get your ass movin'!
Just calm the fuck down!

What you lookin' at?

And all you got to do

is tee it high
and let it fly.

Ow! Dead solid perfect.

Now, remember,
for distance you gotta gently
but firmly grip the club.

Lieutenant Harrigan!
Detective Lambert,
Rampart Division.

Hey, kid, just have a seat.
I'll be right with you.

Hey, Cap.
Don't start with me, Mike.

Heinemann's already been
up my ass so far I won't be
able to sit down for a week.

We're not winning this war.

As much as it's gonna piss
you off, you're gonna have
to play the game on this one.

"Effective immediately,

"a federal task force
under the direction of
Special Agent Peter Keyes

"will be investigating
criminal activities involving

"the trafficking
and distribution of
controlled substances."

And you will extend him
your full cooperation.

Which means you're
cutting off my dick
and shoving it up my ass.

God damn it, Mike, the feds
are calling the shots on this.
My hands are tied!

Yeah?
Captain Pilgrim,
Peter Keyes.

It's good to meet you.
Nice to meet you, sir.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan.
Special Agent
Peter Keyes, DEA.

Heard a lot about you.

I'm sorry for this
jurisdictional intrusion.

Don't mean to be
stepping on your toes.

But we want to prevent
King Willie's voodoo gangs

from taking over
and controlling
the entire West Coast.

I wish I could
tell you more.

But we have a large number
of deep-cover
operatives involved.

You know how it is.
We all have a job to do.

Now, I'm sure we can
respect each other's
situation and act responsibly.

Well, um,
cooperation

is my middle name.

I'll see you around.

Lieutenant Harrigan,

I'm the new transfer,
Jerry Lambert.
Like I said, have a seat.

I'll be right with you.

Who is this dude?
Yeah, what an asshole.

All right, Danny boy,
what we got?

What have we got?
Five lowlife Scorpions
make it into the building.

The next minute,
they're all shish kebab.

Not one bullet wound.

Well, it wasn't drugs or
money. There's a shit load
of that for the taking.

Maybe King Willie brought
in some outside talent.
He's making his big move.

A pro would have split the
moment he heard the action.

More than one,
we would have seen them.

Whoever did this
waited until the
last minute,

and then took out
four men armed with
machine guns by hand!

And then got by us.

Maybe we should
give him a job.
Let's put him on the payroll.

So me and my partner bolt up
the stairs, somebody is
screaming bloody murder...

You gotta...
You gotta hear this.
What?

Hey. Hey,
I forgot to tell you.

See that guy there?

That's Ferris's replacement.

This guy's Jerry Lambert.
The Lone Ranger from
Rampart station.

That's the Lone Ranger?

I thought he was here
to fix the air conditioning.

I said "Lady,
you are under arrest."
And she said "Why?"

I said "Because
your husband is dead.
You killed him."

And you know what she said
without missing a beat?

Uh, no.

She said, "I stabbed
that son of a bitch
plenty of times.

"He never died
on me before."

Oh-oh.

Looks like he's putting
the moves to Leona.

His first big mistake.
His first big mistake.

I have heard about you.

Yeah? All right.
Yeah!

Like your last
partner got shot.

What?

Well...

You try that cowboy
shit with me, fucker,

you can kiss
these goodbye.

Got it?
Yeah, I got it.

Well, well, I see that
the three of you have met.

Lambert, if you're
feeling up to it,

why don't you limp your way
in and go see the lieutenant.
He wants to talk to you.

Yeah.

You're a bad girl.
Ooh, I like that.

No, no, no!

Goddamn, is that bitch
on the rag or what?

This is what I call
"the speech," kid.

It's the only one I've got
and I only give it once,
so pay attention.

Until now, it's all been
fun and games, cops and
robbers, Dunkin' Donuts.

But you're in the shit now.
Metro Command is a war zone.

Lieutenant,
I've paid my dues.

I had to bust my ass
to get my transfer.

And that scares
the shit out of me, kid.

No one requests to come
down here unless they're
looking for a reputation.

There's no room for showboats,
anyone looking to prove
themselves.

I won't stand for it.
Now, don't get me wrong.

We need good cops down here,
and they say you're good
at what you do.

But the team comes first.

You live by that, and you'll
be okay. And we'll all
be there for you.

Remember, the door
swings both ways.

That's it.

Hey, kid.

Welcome to the war.

No!

Okay, guys.
This has gone
too far now, huh?

Hey, hey, guys.

I know
you're trying to
scare me, huh?

Well, you did
a pretty good job, man.

I'm scared now.

Stop it now.

I can pay you.

$2 million, man. In cash.

Right now!
This is not about money.

This is about power!

There's a new king
in the streets.

This is a message
he has for your people.

You are history.

Fucking history,
goddamn puto.

What the fuck are
you doing now, man?

You're crazy!

King Willie says,

not only do I
have to kill you,

but I have to
take your soul.

Voodoo magic.

Fucking
voodoo magic, man.

But you know what?
I tell you what I believe.

Shit happens.

Shoot it!

Fucker!

Shit happens.

Shit happens.

I'm standing just outside
a penthouse complex
in San Pedro...

...involving as many as
20 people. It's uncertain
just who they were.

But, at least one report
indicates it might be the
feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.

So I go in for
my physical, right,

and the doctor says
"I need a semen, stool
and urine sample."

I say "Gee, doc, I'm in
a big hurry. Can I just
leave my underwear?"

Oh, God.

Word is there may be
as many as 50 more
dead bodies up there.

Oh, man, it's Pope.

That parasite
must live in his car.

I'll handle it.
PR is my specialty.

Feds just sent word they want
your ass off the job.

Tony, my man!
Who the hell are you?

Your biggest fan, Tony!
Catch your show
all the time.

Well, I got a job to do!

Your job is to root
for your garbage
somewhere else.

Been inside?
Yeah, I did.

We were gonna go
in there with our guys,

but we were told on
a radio transmission

nobody goes in there under
any circumstances at all.

All units
responding to San Pedro
and 5th Avenue, be advised.

Federal officers
will handle investigation.

We didn't hear that. Let's go.
You're the boss.

This is Cheryl Tyer
reporting live...

Hey, nice flashlight.
Mind if I borrow it?

Okay.

Damn!

Look familiar?

Fuck.

Oh, God.

Ramon Vega,
the crack king.

Biggest operator
in East LA.
100 keys a week.

Why isn't he skinned?
And who are these assholes?

They're Jamaicans.
King Willie's boys.

That doesn't
make sense.

This was a voodoo ritual.
I've seen it all before.
They took his heart out.

What for?

Terror tactics, man.

You know, to scare the shit
out of their enemies.

King Willie.

Who the hell
is King Willie?

King Willie,
voodoo priest of
the LA posses.

Ran the terror gangs
for Edward Seaga in Jamaica

till he got too powerful.

The Jamaican chiefs
won't make a move
without his approval.

So what the
fuck happened?

Shit!

Hey,
we got a survivor!

What's she saying?

I don't know.
She's not making
any sense.

She keeps saying
"El diablo vino por ellos."
The devil came for them.

Shit, if the Colombians
did all this, then why'd they
leave their boss Ramon

over there hanging
and his girlfriend
naked on the floor?

It wasn't
the Colombians.

Our friend
from the armory.

Right.

We got a new player in town.

Come over here, Mike.
Check this out.

What is that?

Looks like
a spear tip or something.

This is
a restricted area.

I want it cleared
immediately.

You're walking on
physical evidence.

We'll take care of her.
She's with me. Just back off!

Lieutenant, I'd like
a word with you
in private, please.

They say that persistence
is one of your most
outstanding qualities.

Hey, look, I know
this is your show...

You're not listening to me!

You got a big nose
and you're sticking it
too far in my business.

Maybe you can hear this.
The next time you cross me,

you're gonna
turn up missing.

Garber, the man with
the camera. Get him.
Right now.

Yes, sir.

All right. Come on, let's go.
Stay away.

Hey, fuck you, man!
Give me my camera!

Shut the fuck up.

Hey, wait a minute!
I got my rights!
I'm a journalist.

Harrigan!
Harrigan!

Shut up. Let's go.

Smells like a cover-up.
The press has a right to know!

Take him out of the building.
Search him.
Scum ball.

Now you get
the hell out of here.

Who the hell
are you, Keyes?

The last person in the world
you wanna fuck with.

Wanna make me proud, kid?

Take your bag of tricks,
stay with them, find out
where they take her.

Meet me later at La Cita's.
And be careful.
These guys are good.

Hey, don't worry, Lieutenant!
Surveillance is my specialty.

Okay, then.
Just get going.

Go get 'em,
Lone Ranger.

Hey, Danny, look here.
We gotta take this real cool.

These guys sure aren't
the DEA, but it's still
Keyes's party.

You stick around,
stay out of sight.
I'll meet you at 1:00.

We'll take a good look
at that room, okay?
Hey, wait for me.

Danny boy,
no hero stuff, understand?

Danny boy.

Watch your ass,
Danny boy.

She never made it.

The feds were waiting.

Hustled her off
in a chopper.

Let me guess.
A silver Alouette?

That very one.

And guess what. Your pal
Keyes was running the whole
show. And his butt boys.

Son of a bitch.

You done real good, kid.

Now tomorrow,
start a tail on Keyes.

Everything he does,
everywhere he goes.

Who knows?
You might just get lucky.

Lieutenant!

Luck is my specialty.

Yeah. I bet it is.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, Lieutenant,

I got some serious
police work to attend to.

Come to Papa.

Hey!

Hey, are your balls okay?
Fine.

How are yours?

Hey, do you mind?
It's my sister.
Say what?

Oh, you're not
my sister, are you?

Son of a bitch.
Who are you really
chasing, Keyes?

Time to go to work.

Shit.

Danny boy.

Mike? Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, God!

No. No. Oh, God!

Oh, Mother of God!

Please, no!

Lieutenant
Michael R Harrigan.

Violence prone,
obsessive/compulsive
personality,

a history of excessive
physical force

throughout his 18 years
as a Los Angeles
police officer.

Also responsible for the
destruction of 11 patrol cars,
a city bus...

What about ten
commendations for valor,

and the best felony arrest
record in the history of
this department?

That and my intervention
on your behalf are the
only reasons

you still have
a job, Harrigan.

If it were up to the chief,

he'd charge you with
Detective Archuleta's death
and suspend you.

As it is,
he left it in my hands.

Now, this John Wayne attitude
and flagrant disregard for
policy is gonna end now.

'Cause no one under my command
is gonna impede the progress
of this federal task force

headed by Agent Keyes.

No one.

That's it.

Dismissed.

Mike, you're
too close to this.
Stay out of it.

It's a police matter.
They can't keep the
department out of it.

We'll find Danny's killer.

Captain, Danny and I
came up together.

Fifteen years on
the fucking street!

Whoever killed him
is gonna pay.
I'm gonna finish it.

Hey!

Hey, come on.
What is this?

Listen, shithead.

I don't give a fuck who
you really are or what you
want with this asshole

because now it's personal.

And he's a dead man.

The concept of what you're
dealing with is over your
head. I'm warning you...

You! You don't know
what you're dealing with.

And I'm warning you.
Stay the fuck out of my way!

I'll take care of him.
No.

Let him go.

We're too close.

...claiming as his,
turf already controlled by

the bloodthirsty Jamaican
and Colombian drug lords.

Watch as we continue
our report.

Yes, the word is out,
LA is up for grabs,

the spoils of our once
fine city going to the
ruthless scum

who can spread the most
carnage and blood
in our streets.

The latest update
on the scoreboard,

five assorted trash
and one good cop,

one of the best
on our force.

Who's next you say?
Where's the mayor?
He's not even in the city...

Forget it. It's over.

Mike, goddamn it.

This ain't your
personal little war,
you know.

I loved Danny, too.

Hey, you told me, Lieutenant,
the only way you survive down
here is because you're a team.

The door swings
both ways. Remember?

All right.
We'll do it together.

Come on.
Talk to me
about Keyes.

He's been everywhere.
We've been on him
for the last three days.

And they're not looking
for drug dealers.

Yeah. They've been
setting up these weird radar
sensors all over downtown.

I mean, I used my
whole repertory to
keep up with them.

I had scanners on them,
but they scrambled my shit up.

Man, they had equipment
I can't begin to touch.

And then this morning

I lost 'em.

We lost them.

Lost them where?
Vernon and Industry.

I mean, like,
they fucking disappeared!

The slaughterhouse district?

Yeah, and in this heat, whoo!
I mean, BO and barbecue!

Whatever Keyes is looking for,
he's found it,
or damn close to it.

Leona, I want to
meet with King Willie.

Willie and I seem to have
the same problem.

In the meantime,
you come with me.

Mike,
it's impossible!

Just do it.

Fuck!

Omega 1,
this is Control.

This is Omega 1.

Okay, we've only got
22 minutes remaining on
safe window of operation.

Yes, sir.

Verify that
final telemetry check.

Start your test now.

Scan track three, two, one,

mark.

Number six,
power up on the UV banks.

We're complete
on the lower UV banks.
Ready for testing.

Second level,
check for ambient
temperature variations.

You got two minutes.
Now get going.

To all units.
All units, you have
approximately 20 minutes

to finish your task.

Roger.
Increase this UV.

Up 42 per cent.

Your friend's death
was the result of a massive
intrusion in the chest cavity

by an edged weapon
that nearly cleaved
the heart in two.

Death was instantaneous.

He was boned like a fish.
I've never seen
anything like this.

Please, do not
touch anything.

Doctor, what about
the other victims?

Anything there?

The federal team
brought in their own
forensic examiners.

I am the medical examiner
and the chief pathologist
in the city,

and they've cut
me out completely.

Any way you can get
a look at any of the evidence
the feds have collected?

I mean, they must
have run tests.

It won't be easy.

Doctor...

I pried this from Danny's
hands. This is what took
him up into the rafters.

It has almost no weight.

But it cuts like steel.

Let me see.

We are now at 150,000 times
normal magnification.

Astonishing.
This material doesn't
correspond to anything

on the periodic table.

Lieutenant,
what the hell is
that thing?

I don't know.
But you don't buy it
in a hardware store.

Military?
Uh, good guess.

Either something that got
away from us or something
they want real bad.

Keyes. Ah, we're getting
closer now to what happened...

Look out!
Hey, no!

Easy, kid.
Put your gun away.

King Willie
will see you now.

It's okay.

Don't you want me
to go with you?

I'll call you later.

You want me to follow you?

I'll call you later!

You want some ganja, man?

License plate number.

1-8-8...

No, no. 1-8-8-3...

Oh, fuck!

The door swings
both ways, my ass.

This door
swings both ways.

Thanks for the ride.

You know,

you guys really
ought to cut down.

They say you
want to talk to me.

They say you
offering me favors.

Tell me why, Babylon.

Mr. Policeman.

I want some information.

Information.

Hmm.

About the one that's
doing all the killing?

He killed your people.

Now mine.

I think you know
who he is.

I want him.

I don't know who he is.

But I know where he is.

The other side.

What are you
talking about?

The spirit world, man.

You see,

it's always the same.

There's no stopping
what can't be stopped.

No killing what
can't be killed.

Hey, make sense, man.

This thing that's killing
your people and mine

is from the other side.

I can feel him all around.

You can't see
the eyes of the demon

until him come calling.

This is dread, man.

Truly dread.

Nothing else for
you here, policeman.

Time to go.

Prepare yourself.

"His foundation lie
in the holy mountain."

"Selah."

This is Tony Pope
live from LA,

the city of fear.

The psycho-vigilante killer
continues his daily diet
for murder.

Bodies strung out,

bodies with the skins
ripped off, the hearts torn
from the cadavers.

And just recently,
King Willie, the drug lord,

the vicious drug lord
found in an alley
just around the corner

with his head cut off
and his spinal column
torn from the body.

A fitting demise to
the Prince of Powder.

First Danny,
then King Willie.
And you were right there!

He's playing with you, Mike.
You've gotta be careful.

Yeah.
We all gotta be careful.
What about Keyes?

Anything there?

There's definitely something
slippery about our brother
Keyes.

Seems there's
a Peter J. Keyes.

PhD physical sciences,
Cornell.

Hot out of college
and right into bed with the
Strategic Defense Institute.

Then two years later
commissioned as a captain
in Air Force Intelligence.

Mike, this is a dead end.
We're way out of our league!

Look, I don't care how big
this is or who's involved.

This guy killed Danny
and he's going to fall!

Now, what about
the good doctor?

Yes, I'm here, Lieutenant.

The federal authorities
erased everything from the
computer file except for this.

Part of a chemical test
on a fragment of wood
from the penthouse.

And it contained traces

of cattle blood
and heavy traces
of steroids.

I believe that whoever killed
Detective Archuleta

had recently been
in a slaughterhouse.

Slaughterhouse.
That's where I lost Keyes
the first time, Lieutenant.

Yeah. That's where
we'll find him.

Take the metro, Long Beach
line. I'll pick you up at
Vernon station in an hour.

Just because you don't see
Keyes's boys doesn't mean
they're not around.

I just want you to
stay in the car. Okay?

Your mom and I won't be very
long. You sit still. We'll
be back in a few minutes.

All right?

Come on, honey.
Yes, dear.

Which way was it?
Down here to the right.

Take that,
you scum-sucking dog.

Want some candy?

Brian?

You come here
right this minute.
Mommy, I saw a ghost.

Want some candy?
Want some candy?

Rest.

Want some candy?

Danny's necklace.

God, I hate
the subway at rush hour.

You know, it's hard
enough to find a seat,

and if you find one,
someone's either pissed in
it or thrown up all over it.

This damn heat
is killing me, man.

Hey, it's me!

- I look great!
- Oh, shut up.

No autographs, Pop.

Hey, look. There's two
seats right there.
I told you...

Don't touch me!
Get off! Hey!

This shit never ends.

- After you.
- Asshole!

Excuse me. Police business.
Get out of my way!

Hey, baby.
Bésame mucho. Come on!

You look like
a sympathetic dude.

My, uh, partner here
needs an operation.

But we're a little
short of cash,
if you know what I mean?

No need for that.

Mmm, money.

Whoa!
Get the hell away from me!

I know how to use this thing!
Don't make me use this thing!
He got a cap gun.

Bet mine's bigger than yours!

I'll take that.

Hold it. Police!
We're in trouble now.

Nobody move!

Okay, everybody just
take a deep breath,
loosen your sphincters.

We don't need any
rush-hour Rambo's there.

Tú también,
motherfucking baby!

Drop it and sit down!
Siéntate!

What the hell is that?

Leona, you okay?

This is it! He's in the train!
Get these people out of here!

Jerry!

What's happening?

Get down! Get down!

Come on, come on,
come on, get out of the way!

Jerry!

Leona!

Leona, get 'em out! Go! Go!

Now!

Now!

I can't see...

Jerry!

Now, Leona, do it!

Now!

Hey! Over here!

Yeah, that's right.
Come and get it.

Come on! Move it! Move it!

Let's go, let's go! Vamos!
What is that?

Yeah.

Move it! Don't panic,
just go! Go! Apúrense, vamos!

Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you?

Wait!

Vamos! Ven, ven, vamos!
Come on!

Keep walking!
Come on, you too!
Vámonos!

Come on,
motherfucker!

Want some candy?

Let's dance!

Move it. Come on,
get out of the way!
Come on.

Get out of the way!
Out, come on!

Come on,
out! Out! Out!

Come on, move it!

That way! That way!
Towards the light! The light!

Come on! Get out!

Come on.

Oh, God.

Jerry.

Oh...

God, not again.

Okay, move your ass!
Move out the way!

Watch out! What's happening?
What's happening?
What's happening?

It's a fucking slaughter
down there, Lieutenant.

Oh, God!

Hey, Jerry!

Oh, Leona! Leona!

Oh, please. Leona. Oh!

How's she doing?

Deep shock,
but she's alive.

Picking up fetal heart sounds.
This woman is pregnant.

Let's move.
LA County. Stat!

Stand back.

On three. One, two,
three. Load up.

Out of my way!

Move out the way!
Move it! Move it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Man!

Uh, wait a minute.
Let me see.

Where's Jerry?

I don't know.

We found his badge.

Who got hit this time?

Five gang members,

bunch of commuters.

Doesn't make sense.

They were all armed.

What do you mean?
It's the chief.

Wait here. Yeah?

What the hell's
going on down there?

It's a damn nightmare.
Civilians this time.

All killed?
Yeah. Just like the others.

Damn!

Jerry!

Hey!

Holy shit!
What the hell is
going on here?

Hey, guys, get the camera on!
Get the camera on
this right now!

Get that goddamn
thing on film!

What's going on?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, Harrigan!

More victims.
More mutilations.

- Fuck you!
- Pope!

Pope? Are you there, Pope?
Pope, what's going on?

Sir, the cop is back.

Goddamn.

Harrigan! Don't you show up
in the damnedest places.

Come here, Lieutenant.
I got something you
might find interesting.

What is this?

How many times do I have
to tell you? You don't know
what you're dealing with.

There's your killer.
Wonderful, isn't it?

Pheromone signature
left by his body.
These are scent molecules.

Punch up three.

Ten years ago
one of his kind
stalked and eliminated

an elite Special Forces
crew in Central America.

There were two survivors.

They indicated that,
when trapped,

the creature activated
a self-destruct device

that destroyed enough
rainforest to cover
300 city blocks.

Remarkable weaponry.

That's right, Lieutenant.
Other-world life forms.

Huh?

A fucking alien!

Iwo Jima, Cambodia, Beirut.
Drawn by heat and conflict.

He's on safari. Lions.
The tigers. The bears.

Oh, my!

Trophies. That's the
game, isn't it, Keyes?

You're the lion.

This is his jungle.

So why can't we see him?

Defensive adaptations
are astounding.

It's somehow able to bend
light. Perfect camouflage.

You admire the
son of a bitch.

Not what he does,
Lieutenant.

For what he is.
For what he can give us.

A new era of
scientific technology.

I've waited a lifetime for
this, and I'm not going
to miss the chance.

Mr. Garber, we're
picking up something
on the pheromone scanners.

Target one is on the roof.

It's taken us over two weeks
to learn his patterns.

He comes here
every two days
to feed.

Seems he has
a taste for beef.

I didn't think
he was vegetarian.

Well, we've prepared
a little trap for
this predator.

We are certain that
this being can see in only
one spectrum of light,

infrared.
Infrared?

He hunts by
seeing our heat.

Block the heat
and he's blind.

These suits insulate all
body heat, making the team
invisible to the creature.

We've flooded the packing
house with radioactive dust.

We've also installed
powerful ultraviolet
lighting everywhere.

The dust adheres to his body,
making him visible.

Liquid nitrogen. You're
not gonna kill this asshole.
You're gonna freeze him.

Well, we have
to capture him.

He's moving.

Finally.

Grab a seat.
Enjoy the show.
This is history.

Capture
and isolation
is our objective.

Defensive action
only on my orders.

Power up. Lights on.
Let's get him!

We're in.

Switch to ultraviolet.

Radio silence. Out.

Engage ultraviolet units
A through J.

What's all this
interference?

Correcting
the problem, sir.

They're moving
to the second level.

Target's still moving,
heading towards the
number two stairwell.

Playing right into it.

Wait a minute.
It's stopped.

It's moving back
against the wall.

It's backing up.
It's moving away from them.

He sees them, Garber.
Your boys have been made.

Sir, it's circling
around behind them.

Get 'em out, Garber!
They're walking into a trap!
Get 'em out.

Keyes, he's right behind you.
Third floor structure.
Right there!

Who is this?
Clear the line.

He sees the damn lights.
Turn 'em off!
Turn 'em off! Shit!

Stop him!

Door. Open it.

Go fuck yourself.

Okay. Okay.

The door.

Yes, sir.
You don't know
what you're doing, Harrigan.

It's open.

You'll ruin everything!

Fuck yourself!

Defensive formation one.
Nitrogen guns, safeties off.

Everyone else,
lie still.

This is it.

He's moving down on your
position from the right.

Garber, where is he?
I can't see him.

He's right there!
He's right there!

God damn it! Where is he?
Well, give me a coordinate!
Where is he?

Watch out!

My God.

Watch your crossfire!

What...

I'm losing my pressure.

Keyes,
you all right?

Keyes,
it's over here!

Come on,
damn it! Switch over!

Shit! I can't see!

They're gone.

They're all dead.

You want me? Here I am!

Ugh.

You are one

ugly mother...

Motherfucker!

Guess who's back.

Too late to go home now.

Get out of here, Harrigan.
I'm gonna save your ass.

This is between
me and him!

God...

Whoa!

Birds.

Damn birds.

Okay, pussyface.

It's your move.

Shit happens.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

That's all I need is birds.

You can do it.

I can do it. I can do it.

It's like falling off a log.

Oh!

Like a 30-story log.
Damn!

Yeah. Maybe I'll
get lucky and fall.

Damn it.

The final
Jeopardy answer is this,

Berengaria, who never
set foot in England, was
its queen for eight years

after marrying
this king on Cyprus.

Good luck.

Herb?

Herb, wake up!
There's somebody
in the bathroom.

Herb!

It's all right.
I'm a cop.

I don't think
he gives a shit.

Shit!

Get back inside!

Holy Moses.
Not again. Shit!

Son of a bitch.

Oh, God.

Why can't this guy
stay on the ground?

Come on, come on.
Come on, come on!

Come to Papa.

Stop! Stop the elevator!

Stop it!

Now where the hell am I?

Where are you?

Jesus Christ.

Oh...

That's right, asshole!

Shit happens!

Okay. Who's next?

Take it.

"1715."

Harrigan! What the fuck
happened in there, huh?

Goddamn it.
We came so close!

Don't worry, asshole.
You'll get another chance.