Original subtitles

Picket One, copy.

on the hostages?

Still negative.

says they don't show.

really making bets

has executed these hostages?

DUPREE: Abso-fucking-lutely.

that was implied. Yeah.

Just checking. I'm in for 20.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

QUINN: I got two hostages.

No crosswind.

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

(SPACESHIP WHIRRING)

- (GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS, GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(RADIO BEEPS)

are you out there?

Over.

(ENGINE SLOWLY POWERING DOWN)

- (GASPS)

Goddamn it!

Dupree, Jesus!

(PANTS) Where's Haines?

Comm's not fucking working.

Give me the pack.

It's evidence.

gonna believe this one.

The fuck is that, Cap?

It's above our pay grade.

- Haines! Come in. Over.

(GRUNTS)

come in. Over! (ECHOES)

(CLICKING SOUND)

Sir?

(QUIET CRACKLING)

The fuck is that, Cap?

The fuck is that, Cap?

Comm's not fucking working.

- (GASPS)

Haines?

Light it up!

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(QUIET WARBLING)

(PREDATOR GROWLS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Gentlemen, remember...

they're large, they're fast,

their idea of tourism!

Go!

SOLDIER: Eyes up! Come on!

I want the pod.

If it's not from here...

- ...I want it.

(MARIACHI MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) I need help.

And I have money.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) All right.

(GASPS)

to mail this for me.

You send it to this address.

not the backpack.

Ahora. Go!

(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)

Okay.

- (COPS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

COP: Back up!

GIRL: It was so amazing!

Yeah, it was.

Bye, Mom!

(EXCLAIMS)

- No, you do it.

Okay.

- (BOTH LAUGHING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(WHIMPERING)

(CONTINUES WHIMPERING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, shit.

Looky, looky, loo.

Hey, EJ, you hungry?

I'm hungry for an ass-burger.

Mmm. Sounds delicious.

A nice, big, juicy ass-burger.

- (WHIMPERING)

The hell are you doing?

- All right.

- (GASPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi, there.

live here?

are past due.

Department of Defense.

does he?

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

Military designation.

- He kills people...

so you can be a mailman.

Dr. Brackett?

you enjoy stargazing?

will take care of your dog.

Will you come with me, please?

What am I looking at?

what you think it is. Yeah.

They've been here before.

'87. '97.

are increasing in frequency.

Hey, I got you something.

Hey.

one of these after school?

I did all of them.

Oh. Okay.

Well, I got you two options.

We have...

pirate, or...

Frankenstein.

you know, green skin?

to see if she would float?

No. Okay.

Yeah?

This is dumb.

The guys will...

be able to see.

See what?

That it's me.

quoted as saying,

from my mother's womb...

I hit the floor...

and I started crawling

toward my grave."

(LAUGHING)

QUINN: About right, yeah.

- It's pretty morbid.

It's pretty dark.

What's with the polygraph?

this was a psych eval.

if you pose a threat.

Oh, I'm a sniper.

kind of the fucking point?

now in-country...

and son?

(SIGHS)

Look, I get it.

and nobody wants any witnesses.

Excuse me?

to find out if I'm crazy.

the label sticks.

you're being railroaded?

on the floor!

on the floor, for the record.

like you're a stranger

don't you, Captain?

Like an alien, you mean?

That's what you wanted.

Do I get a cookie now?

He saw something.

- Yeah.

Wow!

Ow.

(BEEPS)

(DEVICE TRILLING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm gonna break your neck.

Did I say that out loud?

- McKenna.

OFFICER: Last one.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(KEYS JANGLING)

Oh, yeah?

(BAXLEY MUMBLES)

(CLICKS AND SNIFFS)

You all right over there?

He's just got Tourettes.

- 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.

- Nebraska Williams.

That's your real name?

Gaylord.

- Yeah, I thought so.

(CHUCKLES)

Where did you serve?

Enduring Freedom, '03.

stayed for the opium.

(LAUGHING)

Friendly fire incident.

at one of his own vehicles.

Now, he tells jokes.

(COYLE CLEARS THROAT)

- (GRUNTS) That's Lynch.

half a mountain in Mosul.

Entropy.

That's my game.

Things like to fall apart

and I... make it happen.

Just... Just like that.

- Ooh! Wow! Oh.

- Hey. Don't.

Don't.

That's Nettles.

(STUTTERS) Okay, I'm Nettles.

Did three tours flying Hueys.

Hey, Netty?

Is it end times yet?

Yeah, laugh all you want.

attention before your Maker...

before I make her.

- (LAUGHTER)

God makes shitty people.

Yeah.

people make war?

Why do we make war?

- Because fuck-cock-cock!

- Yes, we fuck cocks.

because we fuck cocks,

that's why. We get upset.

on this shitmobile?

Put a bullet in a CO.

Any particular reason?

He was an asshole.

Keep your head down.

Here, throw this on.

(BELL RINGS)

Is it just your imagination?

actually stretching?

Every fucking time?

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Your attention, please.

to section 3, room A.

Aha! There you are!

I'm Sean Keyes.

wrote the book

on evolutionary biology.

Um, I'm sorry, can I just...

Is that...?

Oh, my God!

Holy shit.

That's alien technology.

you brought me here to see?

KEYES: Well, yeah.

Can I get into this?

Doc.

Let's go.

(INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT)

- Yes, sir.

TRAEGER: What is it?

Dr. Brackett.

to meet a Predator?

(CHUCKLES) Come on.

Please observe

decontamination protocol.

rope you into this?

the president when I was six.

I loved animals,

ever found a space animal,

they should call me.

I was put on a short list

I wrote on hybrid strains.

the letter, and... here I am.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Dr. Brackett.

Thanks for coming.

I'm sure you have questions.

- Okay.

"the Predator"?

It's a nickname.

that it tracks its prey.

Exploits weakness.

Seems to...

well, enjoy it.

Like a game.

that's a sports hunter.

Sorry?

kills its prey to survive.

is more like a bass fisherman.

Predator's cooler, right?

- Fuck yeah.

in Mexico.

for the ship he came in.

He's heavily sedated.

one beautiful motherfucker.

question is, why are you here?

something a little... odd.

(SCOFFS) Is this a joke?

sequence ten times.

This specimen has...

- Yeah.

Yeah.

about spontaneous speciation.

but...

sheep, goats, uh...

Yeah.

is known to be a hybrid

and the grey wolf...

recombinant technology...

I get it, I get it.

if someone fucked an alien?

Yeah.

atmospheric mask,

biohelmet, and...

some kind of wrist gauntlets?

Exactly.

and the other gauntlet?

We've looked, believe me.

Who is this?

with the Predator.

I'd like to talk to him.

being evaluated, so...

Okay.

you lobotomize him,

a few questions.

We have a request to reroute.

five-by-five. Destination?

Proceed at once.

by military personnel. Over.

COYLE: Hey, Baxley!

Question for ya.

All right, here we go.

a homeless man?

Here it comes.

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck your mother...

- (LAUGHTER)

- WILLIAMS: All right.

You shut the fuck up.

(LAUGHTER)

Y'all going too fucking much.

who this motherfucker is.

Why are you here?

this is the loony bus.

- LYNCH: Loonies!

Loonies, yeah. (ULULATES)

Ah... (SIGHS)

with a space alien.

Oh, shit!

(ALL LAUGHING)

- COYLE: Okay, that guy wins.

I've ever heard.

Classic story...

Fuckin' hell.

Would you shut the fuck up?

Oh.

They want to put a lid on it,

so here I am.

Stuck in Group Two.

only stupider.

Oh, huh.

(LAUGHING)

a fuckin' cigar.

Shut the fuck up.

"Would you shut the fuck up?"

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

COYLE: It's a conspiracy.

The goddamn space aliens, huh?

(BEEPING)

(TRILLING)

(QUIET BUZZING)

(SNARLS)

(GROWLS)

doing down there, Rory?

Uh, just... just playing games.

dinner's getting cold.

(TRILLING)

Major?

Weird-ass bogey, sir.

the next it's ghosting.

GENERAL (SIGHS): Damn it.

We need something in the air.

Get me NORAD.

something in the research.

I'm just not seeing.

the blood, okay, I think...

what that is?

Because I was trying

but somebody stopped me.

He gave me the hairy eyeball.

- KEYES: Hold that thought.

a 202 anomaly

our direction.

Is it coming here?

God, I hope not.

(TRILLING)

Holy shit!

(ALARM BLARING)

are we talking about?

definitely heading your way.

Level two alert.

- Shit!

Hey, what's happening?

inbound. Range 200 miles.

KEYES: Lock it down.

He's awake! He's awake!

- (CLICKING)

Keep him down!

Hold him down!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, shit!

- (SNARLING)

Doc, on me, now!

Move! Move!

Church, Thomas, J.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(GROANING AND YELLING)

- (SCREAMS)

(SNARLS)

Move!

Please observe

decontamination protocol.

Remove outer garments.

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(ROARS)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(DISTORTED VOICES)

Church, Thomas, J.

Church, Thomas, J.

(SHUDDERS)

(PREDATOR CLICKING)

(CASEY SHUDDERING)

(HISSING)

decontamination protocol.

(ALARM BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

(TRILLING)

(SIREN WAILS)

All personnel, Code Orange.

Code Orange.

This is not a drill.

There's been a breach.

Do you have an estimate?

SOLDIER: Not right now.

I'll give you cover fire.

Get him out!

Movement, twelve o'clock!

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Hey. Hey.

- (GASPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Don't let him get away.

Not my space animal.

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

COYLE: What the fuck?

Alien.

Your green boy?

Yep.

Goddamn space aliens.

What? What?

fucking see that, man?

- Am I going fucking mad?

- Shut up.

- I didn't fucking see it.

Nettles, be quiet.

I wanna see it.

Hey!

that killed my men.

Yeah, they'll do that.

We gotta move.

Brother, it's a bus.

It moves.

Hey, Baxley!

were a video game,

for "Everyone." (LAUGHS)

OFFICER: Hey!

Knock it off.

What's the difference between

and a joke?

can't take a joke. (CHOKING)

BAXLEY: What, motherfucker!

(BAXLEY SCREAMING)

Come on, bitch!

face down!

Come on!

(GRUNTING)

- (GROANS)

Keys!

Gun!

Wait, hey! Hey!

You got him, brother.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(ALARM BLARING)

you mind, uh, making a detour?

What, for your green boy?

just get me close, baby.

- Oh, yeah!

say so, man?

a fucking alien?

Hey. Hold on.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

Fuck!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(GASPS)

(RUMBLING)

(SPACESHIP WHIRRING)

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

Yo, what the fuck is that?

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTING)

(COCKS RIFLE)

- (GROANS)

BAXLEY: Easy, easy. Hey! Hey!

(GRUNTS)

- BAXLEY: Take cover!

Behind the fucking bus!

Come on. Come on, I got you.

- Okay.

Come on, come on.

Goddamn it.

- Move!

NETTLES: Damn.

Get to the choppers!

(MOANS)

on the woman.

Instructions?

- Hey.

Retrieve any contraband.

Roger that, Stargazer.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

That's it, that's it, girl.

Hey, Nebraska!

Got it.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(THUDS)

(MEN GROANING)

Everything okay back there?

You fucking guys.

(CLICKING)

(GROWLS)

(SNIFFS)

(GROWLS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

to hide out

where we don't look crazy.

(SNORING)

I had a gun in my hand.

What's it feel like?

Like a gun.

in there with them?

The girl?

They're soldiers, man.

Sleeping ladies? Nah, bro.

Sit down.

Here.

It's the end of times, huh?

about the end times...

they never fucking are.

(CHUCKLES)

So, um...

did he live?

Say again?

did he live?

Ah.

Yeah. He did.

Yeah, and where is he at now?

You're shitting me.

I missed.

(WILLIAMS CHUCKLES)

Why did you do that?

- No, shoot yourself.

the same thing.

a bullet in my skull.

- Hey.

Should I be worried?

Probably. (CHUCKLES)

- COYLE: Did you get that?

- NETTLES: Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

she's gonna drop that there.

Guys!

What is all that shit?

to make her feel comfortable.

WILLIAMS: Come on.

She's gonna wake up and see

Come on.

What are you doin'?

(WHISPERS) Nettles! Nettles!

BOTH: Move!

WILLIAMS: Move!

QUINN: Get out of there!

Morning, sunshine.

(EXHALES)

would stop calling me that.

COYLE: Chill, hey!

she'd grab it. Ten bucks!

Pay up! Whoo!

- (LAUGHING)

- You're not gonna need that.

(COCKS GUN)

COYLE: Oh, that's not cool.

It's okay.

I said it's okay.

Give me the gun.

- No. No.

(GUN CLICKS)

(ALL GASP)

WILLIAMS: Oh, she pulled...

she'd pull the trigger!

that time!

I like her.

that time!

- NETTLES: I like her.

I like her. I like her a lot.

ding-dong.

COYLE: Oh, shit! Attagirl.

What they got you working on?

out there!

What, you think you're special?

put a bullet in your head.

They were gonna shoot her?

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

See you around.

(STUTTERS) Eat your pussy.

Wait, what?

How you doing?

"Eat your pussy."

Hey...

- No, you said, "Eat my pussy."

is wrong with him?

- He said you're pushy.

"Eat your pussy."

"Sheesh! You're pushy!"

"Eat my pussy."

I heard it.

- What the fuck?

Which is also fucking rude.

in particular.

You're insane, right?

- COYLE: Probably.

Well, what's it gonna be?

- NETTLES: Fuck you, Baxley.

BAXLEY: I feel fine.

shoot me?

Why?

Uh, maybe 'cause of this?

Well, I guess I'm in.

Stay the fuck away from me.

What the fuck is this?

What is this?

- NETTLES: A unicorn.

- A unicorn.

I made a unicorn...

it's a piece of shit.

staying here with you guys?

Uh, maybe staying alive?

We are soldiers.

We're the good guys, okay?

CASEY: Well, that's debatable.

The guys in Mexico it killed?

They yours?

a patsy for that.

You're looking at him.

Yeah, I figured.

actually kind of perfect.

How about you telling us

in a secret base.

trained soldiers. Mercs.

me on call in case there's...

contact.

What did I tell you?

End days. End days.

with this Bible shit,

I'm gonna set you on fire.

keep breathing,

we need to find this thing.

Expose it.

It's called the Predator.

It hunts people for sport.

a predator. That's like...

Thank you.

- I said the same thing.

or a hunter, or a fisherman.

COYLE: Well, look at you...

It's looking for something.

Equipment. Weapons.

I took its gear.

What?

from the thing?

- So, I'd have evidence.

where it's going.

(WHIRRING)

(GROWLS)

What?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, hi, honey, you're home.

- A package?

Rory!

not your house anymore!

QUINN: Rory!

Hey, buddy. Where are ya?

He's not here.

he's not here?

Oh, shit!

ordered some video games.

No! No! No!

I sent it to a P.O. box,

I didn't put you in danger.

we need to find him.

you're scaring me now.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I specifically said

No combat games.

maybe he plays them

to connect with his father?

We're doing this again.

stop taking all my...

in my house?

Loonies, Emily.

Good evening.

Uh, the brushstrokes on this

It's a wonderful piece.

to put that down.

with her right hand?

They're soldiers.

(LAUGHING)

a really nice...

Oh, no, don't touch me. No.

Your unit?

to Haines and Dupree?

They're dead.

is out there looking for Rory.

What are you talking about?

There's something out there.

What is it?

(COYLE STUTTERING)

Seriously, it's not a person.

Like from the Bible.

- From the Bible?

thing I've ever heard.

It's a space alien.

Know who Whoopi Goldberg is?

an alien Whoopi Goldberg.

Oh, shit!

Shit.

I want a grid search.

Three teams.

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

Hey!

- No, no, I'm coming with you.

QUINN: No, nix that.

(GUN COCKING)

(QUINN CLEARS THROAT)

Is there a problem?

kind of moving targets.

noticed, we're fugitives.

gonna get our meds and stuff?

stay here and watch TV.

to split? Or draw the Feds?

Or if you jeopardize my son

yardbird bullshit...

and I will happily

fucking one of you.

brothers. Let's go.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Seriously?

It's not our fight.

the man I think he is?

Excuse me?

about your husband, please?

counter-sniper.

- Army Rangers.

He supervised

across five continents

and he has 13 confirmed kills.

captains in the armed forces,

a Distinguished Service Medal

and the Silver Star.

a lousy husband,

but he is a good soldier.

probably take care of himself.

- Jesus Christ.

That's what I thought.

Fucking pussies.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Where you going, Nettles?

It didn't really inspire me.

But... he called me a pussy

calls me a pussy, so...

- Okay...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Let's get some.

screw up the whole thing.

Let's move.

Hey!

You too, lucky charms.

LYNCH: Coyle, you wanker.

I'd like to watch TV

- Okay.

I liked your speech.

BAXLEY: I liked the couch.

Whoa, what's happening? What?

that's what.

when all this is over...

with an aardvark.

(GROANING)

I just want to be famous.

LYNCH: Ostensibly,

just read the side of the box,

what he would get.

"ostensibly" incorrectly.

Is this for me?

of a clown car.

All right, Nebraska,

nothing flashy.

Copy.

All right. Find my son.

Casey, you're with me.

Let's go.

DEREK: Hey, ass-burger.

What are you supposed to be?

RORY: Leave me alone.

hands five hundred times?

(SNICKERS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

RORY: Trick or treat?

EJ: What's the matter, dude?

(CHUCKLES)

you little shit.

- (LAUGHS)

(HELMET WHIRRING)

(GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- (ALARMS BLARING)

(WHIMPERING)

I got a male juvenile.

10 to 12 years old.

Metal cast on his arm.

Yo, McKenna, do you hear that?

Ran right in front of my car.

Moving east on Woodruff.

east on Woodruff.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(PANTING)

Nebraska, you got wheels?

Something flashy.

he's rabbiting.

Where's some place he knows?

(FAINT GROWL)

(WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERS)

(SNARLING)

(DOG BARKING)

(CREATURE HISSING)

There he is.

Dad!

How you doing, buddy, huh?

I'm good.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

- (GASPS)

Hey, Doc, come get my kid.

(ROARS)

Come on!

BAXLEY: Oh, shit!

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)

WILLIAMS: McKenna!

(GRUNTS)

Take cover!

(GROWLS)

(SNARLING)

Get the fuck out of there!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get out of there!

Oh, shit!

(WHINING)

Oh. Okay.

What's that all about?

Maybe, like, sensor receptors.

Kind of like cat whiskers.

I'm getting a sample.

It's a fucking space dog.

You okay? Huh?

(GRUNTS)

cutting your hair now?

This is

- Shut up. Please shut up.

was a little sample.

Please shut up.

a goddamn fucking sample.

Come here.

- (GRUNTS)

- Thank you.

- Fucking space dog, man.

- It's a fucking...

I can't. I can't.

- I can't do this.

- Whoa!

LYNCH: Fucking hell!

- (PREDATOR SNARLS)

Fuck!

Go now! Please!

Rory!

NETTLES: Shoot him! Shoot him!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Oh, fuck, fuck. No, no, no!

(COUGHS)

Cock! Cock! Fuck! Dick!

Fuck! Goddamn it!

- (ROARS)

- (GRUNTS)

BAXLEY: I got him! I got him!

On Williams! On Williams!

Rory!

(SNARLS)

- WILLIAMS: Move!

QUINN: Go! Go!

CASEY: Come on!

Come on!

CASEY: FYI, back at Stargazer,

it walked right past me.

down the psychosis, please?

Let's do this.

Wait, and do what?

we could keep running,

what he wants.

(TRILLING)

What, this is it?

Oh, my God. Shit.

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

Shit.

No, no, no! Move! Move! Move!

Hey, come on.

WILLIAMS: You good?

Fucked!

the fuck out of here.

Netty, get the vehicle.

- NETTLES: Copy.

QUINN: Move back.

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

(GASPS)

(QUINN GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

- (PREDATOR CLICKING)

No!

(PREDATOR CLICKING)

(GASPS)

Incoming!

What the fuck?

(SNARLING)

(GROANS)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GROWLING)

Roll out! Roll out, let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Move out, move out!

(GROWLING)

Move! Move out!

- Let's move!

NETTLES: Go, go, go! Let's go!

WILLIAMS: Let's go!

NETTLES: Move!

Come on!

get in! Come on!

QUINN: Sit down!

Good! Good! Good!

(HIGH-PITCHED GROAN)

Go! Last man!

Go! Go! Go!

(SNARLS)

COYLE: What's the big one?

Is that like the male?

give a shit about us.

to kill that thing.

You saw that, right?

Guys! Did you see that? He...

under his fucking skin.

each other now?

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SIRENS WAILING)

through it right now.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

- Tell me he's okay.

I'm going to bring him back.

just be safe.

MAN: Hey, no! Don't do that!

- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

MAN: Damn it.

with the wrong family.

(SIGHS)

- Witnesses say 11 feet.

pretty fucking tall.

Okay.

- Sir?

Nothing.

I'd be careful with that, sir.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You know what I think?

went rogue. A runner.

Hmm. And the big one?

He's a tracker.

Sent to take that one out.

cops and robbers.

that missing ship.

And whatever's on board.

I want that fucking ship.

We're in the ballpark.

Captain McKenna's son?

Mother confirms.

He has the operating system.

- Thought it was a video game.

we find the ship.

still standing here for?

what that one is?

Our big boy's a hunter.

He brought his dogs with him.

No, it had to be like

or some shit.

Like a robot, or whatever.

fucking retarded, man?

Use another word, would ya?

Show a little sensitivity.

His son's retarded.

BAXLEY: Here you go.

Here you go.

He does this from time to time.

Just give him a minute.

Hey, Lynch.

with these two?

one of his own vehicles?

It was bad business. Six dead.

What, no survivors?

Yeah, there was one.

It's fucking romantic.

they're friends?

Picture it.

sitting outside courtroom,

side by side,

- After fucking day.

Unbelievable.

It's the loonies.

QUINN: All right, kid.

I've talked to your mother.

She's doing fine.

Mom says you're a killer.

- (WILLIAMS CLEARS THROAT)

What's the difference?

Well, when you like it,

that's when you're a killer.

- Are you good?

Sorry I never grew up.

the way you wanted.

Tell you a secret.

Truth is, kid,

the way I wanted.

Are we gonna get killed?

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Nope.

(CLEARS THROAT) Get up.

I don't know if you knew that.

that you're single.

in common, you know...

You like music, right?

- What?

This is more than spinal fluid.

What does that mean?

If I'm right,

to upgrade themselves.

McKenna, I got something.

what they're up to

on Predator World these days.

in the Predator's plexus.

So, remember how I told you

people's spines, right?

Yeah, for trophies.

From the strongest, smartest,

on every planet they visit.

Collecting survival traits

high-end specimens.

attempting hybridization.

out of your ass.

the new Predator?

It's evolving.

Or being upgraded.

QUINN: That little boy

alien technology.

a lot of experts say that

isn't really a disorder.

in the evolutionary chain.

What the fuck?

Get the fuck away from me!

Yo! Casey! (WHISTLING)

QUINN: Casey, get inside.

Casey!

Calm down! Calm down!

Casey! Look.

been following us, all right?

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Move, Netty!

(WHIMPERS)

Fuck that.

your fucking chance.

(CREATURE WHINES)

what the fuck is it gonna do?

use it, or something?

What are we doing with it?

what we're gonna do with it.

Except Williams sucks

at shooting shit in the head.

(CHUCKLES)

No one shoots my fucking dog.

(CREATURE GROWLS)

It's official.

we can use this.

BAXLEY: Shit.

COYLE: Netty, what is that?

Everybody, tighten up.

- NETTLES: That's an EC-130.

That's not civilian.

Hey, hey, hey!

a firefight with my kid here.

WILLIAMS: There you go.

a helicopter and some pyro.

All right! On me!

Now go!

- No, you won't.

Hold on. Hey. See this?

Let's go! Come on!

- (CREATURE HUFFING)

(COUGHING)

Where is it?

Where's what?

The device.

It goes, right in here.

(GRUNTING)

Thing One.

Why'd he come here? To Earth?

as you called him,

a hijacked spacecraft.

something on it.

his enemies to have.

CASEY: Wait, enemies?

Like that big one.

Gift for the human race?

We can analyze it...

Shut the fuck up!

Why are they here?

when Hostess went bust?

There was a run on Twinkies?

from coast-to-coast.

Get 'em while they still last.

Remember?

renders this planet unlivable?

Two generations?

One?

are increasing?

They're trying to snap up

before we're gone.

and then move in.

and they know it.

in a hothouse environment.

to move into ours.

And that dead Predator

a way to stop them.

(GRUNTS)

before in the mail.

(GROANS)

So, where is it this time?

Your mother's ass.

Wait, did I say that out loud?

(GRUNTS)

That is not for you.

That is my son's,

his privacy reading that.

to leave right now.

restrain you.

why don't you try?

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(SNARLING)

(YELLS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SNARLING)

(LOW GROWLING)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

found the spacecraft?

to crack the entry code?

find it, wouldn't it be great

get into the fucking thing?

What's that?

A map.

A map to what?

a clue of where this place is,

to get into it.

anything, we can't get in!

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

Hey, Rory, I'm Will.

How you doing?

where the spaceship is.

Golf tomorrow?

Why not?

my file, did ya?

What makes you say that?

are making plans for tomorrow.

(LAUGHING)

The worst part is,

you're making me lie to my son.

tell him, hmm?

That I won't enjoy this.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(MOUTHING)

- Hey, please, don't.

what they told you...

for a second? Just wait!

No, no, no!

No.

(GRUNTING SOFTLY)

- (YIPPING)

Oh, my God.

(RETCHES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

Nebraska!

- You just kill somebody?

Well, he ain't well.

Untie my friend.

They got Rory. We gotta move.

Shit, they rough you up?

back in the day.

(GRUNTING)

with this guy?

that was a dumb question.

a dumb question.

(PANTING)

(LOW GROWLING)

QUINN: Casey!

the fuck out of here?

is my middle name.

And I thought Gaylord was bad.

(QUINN GROANS)

(STOMACH GRUMBLING)

What? What's wrong?

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Whew! All right.

Hey! Just let me unpack this.

towards a spaceship

and so is a 10-foot alien.

Uh, 11, actually.

Used to be a contractor.

What does that mean?

of DNA.

species in the entire...

In the entire universe, yeah?

- What?

Galaxy. 250 billion stars.

Why go universe? Just saying.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ!

That's what you asked for?

Yeah, that'll do.

Saddle up!

we could do, man.

WILLIAMS: Go ahead. Go!

That's it? Another one.

QUINN: The other one!

Let's go get my kid.

I think we're gonna die.

the what, the army?

fight the army...

fucking people from space!

You wanna talk survival, huh?

Fine!

you were on a prison bus

barking to yourself,

in your hand.

Who's a survivor now?

We put bullets in our head

to the fucking hospital.

We're soldiers!

Nettles, what's our 20?

your boy's chopper.

I locked into its frequency.

SOLDIER: Fence is hot!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

What do you say, buddy?

in there?

that you can.

Nice reverse psychology.

I can do that, too.

Don't go fuck yourself.

(LAUGHS)

TRAEGER: That's good. Come on.

Five minutes.

TRAEGER: Right on.

It's a translator unit, Rory.

Been trying to figure out

bird-chirping motherfuckers

been saying since '87.

of Linguistics

a billion-dollar grant.

come on.

where you get it from.

(TRILLING)

into the mainframe.

Download everything.

inside there?

of Project Stargazer.

(LAUGHS)

Code three. Code three.

at the south fence line.

to check it out.

He's gonna come save me now.

Oh, is he?

Is that what he's gonna do?

I'll tell you what, buddy...

if it is your daddy,

and I truly hope that it is...

he's gotta be just about

I've ever met. (LAUGHING)

tripping wire sensors?

He's gotta be...

creating a diversion.

It's a fucking diversion.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, shit!

Wow. Howdy.

with a fucking tranq gun?

You took my boy, so yeah.

Told you.

Take this, son.

literally have you surrounded.

you're coming with me.

Nobody's got to die.

Dad?

From here forward.

Don't look at the dead guy.

(GRUNTING)

That was pretty good.

You all right? Did I get you?

No, I'm good.

Welcome back.

Fuck you. I never left.

You open your mouth,

right through it.

Come on, just get behind me.

All units. They got Traeger.

They got Traeger.

(SOFTLY) Let's go. Let's go.

to put the guns down.

Tell them!

doesn't lower his weapon

in the next 10 seconds...

That work for you?

Oh, that's a really bad idea.

on every angle.

See, I don't give a shit.

10.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

the fucking word, man.

TRAEGER: Six. Five.

(PREDATOR CLICKING)

(PREDATOR GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

- Oh, shit!

(GRUNTING)

Come on, son!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Take them down!

Get down, sir.

Let's go, son. Go!

SOLDIER: Come on. Come on.

Okay, take this. (SPITS)

You wanna vanish,

you understand?

I promise you.

(PREDATOR GROWLS)

It's here.

- No! No! No!

go around the end there!

Stay on him!

Move, move, move!

- SOLDIER 3: Yeah!

- QUINN: Stay back.

Get down! Get down!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

(LOW GROWLING)

(BOTH PANTING QUIETLY)

- All right.

Hey, McKenna.

of you, seven of us.

(GRUNTS)

Fuck!

Who taught you math?

fucking sniper, white boy.

from this, Captain.

I just want the ship.

- Yeah.

McKenna! I don't like this.

What's he doing in there?

(PREDATOR WARBLING)

- (FEEDBACK WHINES)

(ALL GROAN)

It's using the translator.

Hello. I have enjoyed

watching you kill each other.

to destroy this vessel.

You cannot have it.

What you can do is run.

who is a true warrior.

The one called McKenna.

He will be your leader.

He will be my prize.

I offer time advantage.

Go.

is time advantage?

Like a head start?

(ALARM SOUNDING)

I'm gonna wake up on a bus.

I'm gonna wake up on a bus.

Hey!

I'm coming out!

We're in.

- Shit!

throwing, dickhead.

- Will do.

12 different directions.

- TRAEGER: No, no, no!

or it'll take us one by one.

He's right. It's their MO.

- SOLDIER: Nothing's starting!

hacked the vehicles.

go two klicks north.

- Hey?

we're gonna dance.

I got my shoes all picked out.

All right.

(SOFT GROWLING)

- No, no, no! Don't.

Here, boy. Fetch.

- Here, boy. (WHISTLES)

Here you go.

That was a valuable weapon.

He'll be coming for us.

(ALARM BLARING)

(WARBLING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Give me the goody bag.

this blew up a whole house.

- You don't.

when it's being attacked.

Seriously? Oh, shit.

(MAN COUGHING)

(FAINT RUSTLING)

I heard something.

That's Predator technology.

Fuck.

That... It's gonna come back.

on the wrist.

That's gonna come back.

No!

- Quiet. Quiet.

- My fucking hand.

- My fucking hand.

Gotta be quiet.

(SCREAMING)

(PREDATOR WARBLES)

Moving!

This way. This way. This way.

There's a clearing up ahead.

To cover our retreat.

and trap the motherfucker.

We'll lure him in.

- You and me.

Yeah? All right.

- Let's go.

Come on.

for a second?

What's this "we" shit?

live forever, Coyle?

- COYLE: Calm down?

Yeah, okay, thanks, twitchy.

Up here. Up, up, up.

(OWL HOOTING)

- Shit!

Okay, fuck this.

Hey! Asshole!

What the fuck was that?

to survive.

Go! I got this.

thing I've ever heard.

Come and get us, asshole!

Contact!

- Contact!

- Alien!

- He's coming!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(FAINT WARBLING)

(FAINT GROWLING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SOFT GROAN)

Light him up!

(PAINED SCREECHING)

BAXLEY: Coyle!

Bax, no!

(YELLS)

- Traeger!

(SCREECHING)

Baxley!

BAXLEY: Die!

- (GASPS)

(PREDATOR SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

(WATER SPLASHES)

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

(BOTH GRUNT)

WILLIAMS: Move, move!

(ALL GRUNTING)

- CASEY: Let's go!

(GROWLS)

PREDATOR: McKenna.

Rory.

I love you.

Hey! I'm the one you want.

Right here! Come on! You...

RORY: Dad!

No!

Dad!

(GROANING)

(WARBLING)

- McKenna

No! No!

you stupid fucking...

No! No!

He said he wanted me.

He said he wanted me!

No. He said he wanted McKenna.

in the evolutionary chain.

Not you. Your son.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

NETTLES: Yo, he's taking off.

(SCREAMS)

No!

(GRUNTING)

Come on, man. Come on.

- (SCREAMS)

Let's take it down!

Come on!

(GRUNTS)

Hang on!

(ALL GRUNTING)

NETTLES: Fuck! Nebraska!

(ALL STRAINING)

(YELLING)

I got you!

(PANTING)

coming online. Look out!

Guys! Something's coming!

Go!

(ALL GRUNTING)

Netty!

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS) Fuck!

Netty!

(COUGHING)

QUINN: Hey, hey, hey.

No, no, no! Bro!

Bro.

(ENGINE WHOOSHING)

No.

(LAUGHS)

(YELLING)

Fuck!

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

- (YELLS)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Shit!

Rory!

(ROARS)

(SCREECHING)

(GROWLS)

(PREDATOR GROWLING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(PREDATOR GROANS)

- (GASPS)

(PREDATOR BELLOWS)

(SCREECHES)

(ROARS)

Toss it!

(BEEPING)

(CREATURE WHINES)

(ROARS)

(PREDATOR WHIMPERS)

What are you?

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Shut the fuck up.

(GASPS)

My unit.

Nettles.

Coyle.

I see you saw Lynch's card.

the whole time.

Nebraska's bad habit.

Son...

that no one's gonna remember.

Just us.

we put them to rest?

OVER PA)

Captain McKenna.

Hiroshi Yamada.

- First things first.

for having such a great kid.

He loves it here.

What do we got, Doctor?

that you know by now,

it didn't come here to hunt us.

- Exactly.

to hear the good news?

The cargo survived.

With some sort of fail-safe.

blew up the ship,

a pod escaped.

Saved itself.

wasn't taking any chances.

He wanted us to have this.

(DOOR SLIDING OPEN)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT)

you do here, exactly?

authority on cybernetics.

QUINN: Hey, kiddo.

RORY: Pretty cool, huh?

You got your own desk.

I'll make sure to tell Mom.

to humankind?

(STATIC INTERFERENCE)

- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

- MAN 2: Look out!

MAN 3: Everyone, stand back!

Clear the area!

(POD HISSING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

sent me a message.

- Don't know!

Oh, wow... Oh, shit!

- Name? What name?

I guess you'd call it,

the Predator Killer.

- Come with me. Let's go.

Clear the area.

SOLDIER 2: Eyes on it.

(DEVICE TRILLING)

it appears to be dormant.

- (WOMEN GASP)

Keep your weapons trained.

Get it off me!

(SCREAMING)

What the hell is that?

That's my new suit, bubba.

in a 42 long.

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