Predator (1987)

Yo! Found the other guy. He’s dead too.

Knock, knock.

Stick around!

Showtime, kid.

What the fuck?

What the hell’s he doing?

We move. Mac, Blain… the nest. Billy, Poncho… the guard. Hawkins, Dillon… backup. As soon as they’re set, I hit the fuel dump.

Fuck you.

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?

Payback time!

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

can’t find a single track. Just doesn’t make sense.

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

Strange, Major. There was a firefight. They were shooting in all directions.

Ain’t no way for no soldier to die.

The guerrillas skinned them? Why did they skin them?

Nobody told me there was an operation in this area. They shouldn’t have been here.

I don’t know, Dutch. This is inhuman.

I knew these men. Green Berets out of Fort Bragg. What the hell were they doing here?

Jim Hopper. Mac, cut ’em down.

Holy mother of God.

Probably just another rebel patrol. They operate in here all the time.

Six men wearing U.S.-issued army boots. They came in from the north, and then they followed the guerrillas.

There were 12 guerrillas. They took the two men from the helicopter, but there’s something else

Billy’s on it. Heatseeker, Dillon. That’s pretty sophisticated for a… bunch of half-assed mountain boys.

This is no ordinary army taxi. It looks more like a surveillance bird to me.

There’s something else, Major.

That’s a real nasty habit you got there.

Yeah. Strap this on your sore ass, Blain.

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