All language subtitles for Predator1

- 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.

Hey, Billy, give me a
way out of this hole.

The only way out of 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.

- Dillon! Dillon!
- Come on.

Over here.

- Turn around.
- Why?

Thanks.

Anytime.

Billy! Billy!

The other day, I was going
down on my girlfriend...

and I said to her, "Geez,
you got a big pussy.

Geez, you got a big pussy."

She said, "Why did
you say that twice?"

I said, "I didn't."

See, it was 'cause...
'cause of the echo.

Over here. Over here. Over here.

Turn around. Turn around.

Turn around. Turn
around. Over here.

Anytime.

Anytime.

Goddamn!

Buddy, buddy buddy, buddy!

I've seen some bad-ass bush before,
man, but nothing like this.

I hear you.

This shit's something.

Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.

Hey, qué pasa, amigo.
A little taste of home.

You lose it here, you're
in a world of hurt.

Come on, sweetheart. Stop
sandbaggin' it. Now, get up.

Come on. Get up. Would you get up?

Maybe you'd better put her
on a leash, agent man.

Try it again, please.

What's got Billy so spooked?

Can't say, Major.

Been acting squirrelly all morning.

That damn nose of his, it's weird.

What is it?

Billy...

What the hell is wrong with you?

There's something in those trees.

Do you see anything...

up there?

Nothing.

What do you think?

I guess it's nothing, Major.

Please.

Please!

Billy, break left.

- Mac, right.
- What the...

- This isn't her blood
- What the hell did you do to him?

Major, you'd better
take a look at this.

Did you find Hawkins?

I... I can't tell.

What in God's name?

I think it's Hawkins.

Where the hell is his body?

There's no sign of it.

Ask her what happened.

She says the jungle,
it just came alive...

- and took him.
- Bullshit!

That's not what she said!

What she said doesn't
make any sense.

- Those sappers have been following us...
- They've been in front of us!

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's body
found. Sweep pattern.

Double back. Fifty
meters. Let's go.

Come on in, you fuckers.

Come on in.

Old Painless is waiting.

Sergeant!

Motherfucker!

Fucker!

- What happened?
- I saw it.

- You saw what?
- I saw it!

Blain.

No powder burns, no shrapnel.

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 s-something.

Not a thing. Not a fucking trace.

No blood no bodies. We hit nothing.

Dillon, better get on the radio.

Mac.

- Sergeant!
- Yes, sir.

I want a defensive position
above that ridge...

mined with everything we've got.

Put him in his poncho.
Take him with us.

I got him.

Vámonos

Major, I set up flares,
flags and claymores.

Nothing's coming near this place
without tripping on something.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Mac...

he was a good soldier.

He was, um...

my friend.

Good-bye, bro.

Blazer 1, I repeat:
extraction necessary.

Say again, Blazer 1. Say again.

Request for extraction denied.

The area is still compromised. Proceed
to sector 3,000 for prisoner extraction.

Priority, out. Next contact: 0930.

Roger, Blazer 1. 1030 hours.

Damn bastards. They say
we're still in too far...

and they can't risk
comin' in after us.

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.

Sergeant? Sergeant! Sergeant!

Who hit us today?

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.

Ask her... Ask her what she saw.

Ask her what happened to Hawkins.

Go ahead. Ask her.

She says the same fuckin' thing.
The jungle came alive and took him.

Billy, you know somethin'.

- What is it?
- I'm scared, Poncho.

Bullshit. You ain't
afraid of no man.

There's something out
there waiting for us...

and it ain't no man.

We're all gonna die.

The man's losin' it.
He's losin' his cool.

There's nothin' but a couple of
guys runnin' around out there,

- and we've 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.

Here we are again, bro.
Just you and me.

Same kind of moon.
Same kind of jungle.

Real number 10 night. Remember?

Whole platoon, 32 men, chopped into
meat, and we walk out, just you and me.

Nobody else. Right on top of 'em.

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.

- What the hell is it?
- Mac!

- This Way!
- Where the hell are you? Where are you?

Mac! Mac!

Mac!

- Mac!
- Mac! Where are you?

- Don't fuck with me!
- Mac!

Mac, where are you?

- Jesus.
- Got you, motherfucker.

Killed you, you fuck.

Jesus. You killed a pig.

What the...

Do you think you could've
found something bigger?

Yeah. Fuck you, Poncho. Fuck you.

- Where's the girl?
- Aw, shit.

Why the hell wasn't
anybody watching her?

Why didn't she try to get away?

Look at her. She's
scared out of her mind.

Major, you'd better
take a look at this.

Blain's body. It's gone.

It came in through the trip wires.

Took it right out
from under our noses.

That boar had to set off
a trip flare, Major...

because there ain't
no other tracks.

How could anyone get through this,
carry out Blain without us knowing it?

Why didn't he try
and kill one of us?

He came in to get the body.
He's killing us one at a time.

Like a hunter.

He's using the trees.

- Yesterday. What did you see?
- You're wasting your time.

No more games.

I don't know what it was. It...

- Go on.
- It changed colors, like the chameleon.

It uses the jungle.

You saying that Blain and Hawkins
were killed by a fuckin' lizard?

That's a bullshit psych job. There's two
or three men out there at the most.

Fuckin' lizard!

- What's your name?
- Anna.

Anna, this thing is
hunting us, all of us.

You know that.

- What the hell do you think you're doin'?
- We're gonna need everyone.

I'm takin' her back. We're
out of here in five minutes.

You're not going yet.

Look. The rendezvous is 10 to 12 miles
away. You think the chopper's gonna wait?

Dillon, we make a stand now... or there
will be nobody left to go to the chopper.

There is something else.

When the big man was killed,
you must've wounded it.

Its blood was on the leaves.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Look out.

You really think this Boy
Scout bullshit's gonna work?

It can see our trip wires.
Maybe it can't see this.

Instead of complaining,
maybe you should help.

What makes you think he's
gonna come in through here?

There are trip wires on every tree for
50 yards. This is the only way in.

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.

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 worse.

Means the demon who
makes trophies of man.

So what are you gonna
try next? Cheese?

Hey, Dutch! Dutch!

Shit!

Got you, you mother! I got you!

- I'm comin'!
- Mac. Mac!

Get Ramirez on his feet
and get to the chopper.

Right.

- Hold it, Dutch. I'm goin' after Mac.
- That's not your style, Dillon.

I guess I picked up some bad habits from
you. Now, get your people out of here.

You can't win this, Dillon.

Maybe I can get even.

Dillon.

Just hold onto that damn chopper.

- He's busted up pretty bad, Major.
- I can make it. I can make it.

- Get the radio. Forget the rest.
- Right.

Come on, Poncho. Come on, Poncho.

Come on.

Turn around

Over here.

Over here.

Mac?

Shh.

Out there. Past them trees.

You see it?

I see you.

I see it.

Yeah.

I see it.

You know, we can get
this thing, Mac.

You work your way down
there toward him.

I'm gonna loop around, get in back
of him, flush him toward you.

When I flush that son
of a bitch, you nail him.

I got a score to settle.

We both got scores to settle.

¡Vamos!

¡Vamos! Come on! Quickly! Hurry up.

Don't. Leave it.

It didn't kill you because you
weren't armed. No sport.

Mac.

Mac.

Anytime.

Let's go.

Billy!

Billy let's go!

Give me the weapon!

- No!
- Run!

Run!

Run!

Go! Get to the chopper!

Oh, shit!

He couldn't see me.

Bleed, bastard

You're one ugly motherfucker.

Bad idea.

Come on. Come on.

Do it. Do it!

Come on. Come on.
Kill me. I'm here. Kill me!

I'm here! Kill me!

Come on! Kill me! I'm here!

Come on! Do it now! Kill me!

What the hell are you?

What the hell...

are you?

Holy shit.

- Check the battery.
- Okay.

- Did you get it?
- Got it!

What the...

My God.