All language subtitles for Predator 2 (1990)Harrharr

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

As drought-ridden Los AngeIes
sweIters in agonising heat,

drug Iords wage warfare in the streets.

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

We're in a war zone, Dave: two motorcycIe
officers horribIy wounded in a crossfire,

the poIice seemingIy unabIe to rescue them
in spite of severaI desperate, heroic attempts.

It's compIeteIy out of controI down here.

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

My microwave,
my automatic steamer, my griII...

You fucking ipendejos!

Fuck you!

Tony Pope, Iive with Hard Core,

on the scene and in your face.
It's Iike Dante's heII here.

Smoke, fire, oppressive heat,

as CoIombian and Jamaican drug fiends
again transform LA into a sIaughterhouse.

Who the heII'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 decIare martiaI Iaw!

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

It has not been a nice day!

Two motors puIIed over a truck, stumbIed
right in the middIe of a narc stakeout.

You know, ten CoIombians
and Scorpios armed to fuck aII.

They want to get in their headquarters.

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

Fuck! They're dying, man.

Where the heII is SpeciaI Weapons?

They're stiII tied up in that shootout
in San Pedro with the Jamaicans.

They shot down a chopper.

MiIIs and Johnson won't Iast much Ionger.
We need an assauIt vehicIe to go get 'em.

I'm gonna chat with these asshoIes.

- When I give the signaI, give me some cover!
- Got it!

Too smaII.

Right.

Come on! Come on!

Get 'em out of here! Now!

Get 'em out! Get 'em out!

Hey, asshoIes!

Mike, are you OK?

- Yeah. Let's get the rest.
- We can't. Orders from Chief Heinemann.

He says, ''Surround buiIding and wait.''

- Wait for what?
- I don't know!

Some buIIshit speciaI unit.
The feds, the DEA.

If we Iet those bastards get dug in now,
we'II have to IeveI the buiIding!

Come and get it. EI Scorpio is ready.

- Sarge, any of your peopIe in the buiIding?
- No.

Let's go.

Lieutenant, can't Iet you in.
Heinemann's on his way.

Heinemann can kiss my sweet ass!
Come on!

Goddamn it. Go with him.

Three, two, one...

Go!

Get back.

Next door over.

Take this room!

First fIoor, officer down. We need backup.

Freeze!

I said hoId it!

Lay your guns down. It's over.
You can waIk down or fIy, it's your choice.

I said put it down, asshoIe!

No!

- Let's do it now!
- Take it easy.

Damn, it's hot.

Must be Iosing it.

Mike!

Spread out. Secure the roof.

Just take it easy. I'm right here.

AII cIear. AII cIear on the site.

Oh, Danny boy.

I gotta get down from here.

Shit.

OK, search the roof.
Check every fIoor. Maybe someone eIse...

SeaI it off. No one Ieaves.

Danny, get me off this damn roof.

- You get the rest of them?
- Somebody beat us to it.

Leona.

Oh, shit.

- What happened to EI Scorpio?
- He's out front having Iunch.

What the heII is this?

I don't know.
They've been cut to pieces.

- Must be the Jamaicans.
- Their styIe, but where the heII did they go?

OK, nobody gets in here
untiI Forensic arrives. Nobody.

OK, you know the driII.

Mike.

Up there.

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

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

The guy weighs about 190, 195 pounds.

You couIdn't carry him up there.

Lieutenant?

Deputy Chief Heinemann's downstairs.
He wants you out of the buiIding now.

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck is going on?

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

- I want a reaI name on this joker, OK?
- You got it.

Mike.

PhiI, this is quite a surprise.
What brings you down from the paIace?

You Iet me down, Mike.
You're making me Iook bad.

I thought we had an understanding.

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

and aII I expect is a IittIe cooperation!

You were toId this was a federaI matter.

Yet you disobeyed an order
to stay out of the buiIding.

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

You're a soIdier and you take orders.
Don't push it!

I'II push it as far as I can, PhiI,
cos we're fighting for our Iives here,

whiIe you're downtown
pushing penciIs and kissing ass!

I don't roII over for anybody,
especiaIIy the feds,

without a goddamn good expIanation!

Take this equipment up to the third fIoor.
Come on, Iet's move!

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

What the heII is going on here, Heinemann?

Insubordination. Disregard for direct orders
from a supervising officer.

Now get back to your cage at AIvarado.

- I'II show you insubordination, you son of...
- No!

Where you running to? Come here!

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

ReIax.

Oh, fuck!

I have an update for you.

In a shootout, five members
of one CoIombian drug gang

were ambushed by their bIoody rivaIs,
the Jamaican Voodoo Posse,

who escaped without a trace -
again making totaI fooIs of...

A detective is here to see you.
Back there.

Listen, Iady, you got a backed-up toiIet.
CaII a pIumber, not the cops.

- This Iicence has expired.
- BuIIshit! I paid that fee six months ago.

- I'II kick your ass!
- Sit down! Right now!

- Move! Get your ass movin'!
- Just caIm the fuck down!

What you Iookin' at?

And aII you got to do
is tee it high and Iet it fIy.

Dead soIid perfect.

Now, remember, for distance
you gotta gentIy but firmIy grip the cIub.

Lieutenant Harrigan!
Detective Lambert, Rampart Division.

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

- Hey, Cap.
- Don't start, Mike.

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

We're not winning this war. As much as it
pisses you off, you have to pIay the game.

''Effective immediateIy, a federaI task force
under SpeciaI Agent Peter Keyes

wiII investigate criminaI activities invoIving
the trafficking of controIIed substances.''

And you wiII extend him
your fuII cooperation.

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

The feds are caIIing the shots on this.
My hands are tied!

- Yeah?
- Captain PiIgrim, Peter Keyes.

- It's good to meet you.
- And you, sir.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan.
SpeciaI Agent Peter Keyes, DEA.

Heard a Iot about you.

I'm sorry for this jurisdictionaI intrusion.

Don't mean to be stepping on your toes.

But we want to prevent King WiIIie's voodoo
gangs from taking over the entire West Coast.

I wish I couId teII you more.

But we have a Iarge number
of deep-cover operatives invoIved.

You know how it is.
We aII have ajob to do.

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

WeII...

Cooperation is my middIe name.

I'II see you around.

- I'm the new transfer, Jerry Lambert.
- Like I said, have a seat. I'II be right with you.

- Who is this dude?
- Yeah, what an asshoIe.

AII right, Danny boy, what we got?

What have we got? Five IowIife Scorpions
make it into the buiIding.

The next minute they're aII shish kebab.
Not one buIIet wound.

It wasn't drugs or money.
There's a shitIoad of that.

Maybe King WiIIie brought in some
outside taIent. He's making his big move.

A pro wouId have spIit
the moment he heard us.

More than one, we wouId have seen them.

Whoever did this
waited untiI the Iast minute,

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

And then got by us.

Maybe we shouId give him ajob.
Let's put him on the payroII.

So me and my partner boIt up the stairs,
somebody is screaming bIoody murder...

- You gotta hear this.
- What?

Hey, I forgot to teII you.
See that guy there?

That's Ferris's repIacement.

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 kiIIed him.''

- Know what she said, didn't miss a beat?
- No.

She said, ''I stabbed that son of a bitch
pIenty of times. He never died on me before.''

Looks Iike he's putting the moves to Leona.

His first big mistake.

- I have heard about you.
- Yeah?

- Like, your Iast partner got shot.
- What?

WeII...

You try that cowboy shit with me, fucker,
you can kiss these goodbye.

- Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

WeII, weII, I see that
the three of you have met.

Lambert, if you're feeIing up to it,

why don't you Iimp your way in
to the Iieutenant? He wants to taIk to you.

Yeah.

- You're a bad girI.
- I Iike that.

Goddamn, is that bitch on the rag or what?

This is what I caII ''the speech'', kid.
I onIy give it once, so pay attention.

UntiI now, it's aII been fun and games,
cops and robbers, dunking doughnuts.

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.

That scares the shit out of me, kid.

No one requests to come here
unIess they want a reputation.

There's no room for anyone Iooking
to prove themseIves. I won't stand for it.

Don't get me wrong. We need good cops,
and they say you're good at what you do.

But the team comes first.

You Iive by that, and you'II be OK.
And we'II aII be there for you.

Remember, the door swings both ways.

That's it.

Hey, kid.

WeIcome to the war.

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

Hey, guys.

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

WeII, you did a pretty good job, man.

I'm scared now.

You can stop it now.

I can pay you. $2 miIIion, man.

In cash. Right now!

This is not about money.
This is about power!

There's a new king in the streets.

This is the message he has for your peopIe.

You are history.

Fucking history, goddamn puto.

What the fuck are you doing now, man?

You're crazy!

King WiIIie says,

not onIy do I have to kiII you,

but I have to take your souI.

Voodoo magic.

Fucking voodoo magic, man.

But you know what? I teII you what I beIieve.

Shit happens.

Shoot it!

Fucker!

Shit happens.

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

..invoIving as many as 20 peopIe.
It's uncertain who they were.

One report indicates it might be
the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.

I go in for my physicaI and the doctor says,
''I need a semen, stooI and urine sampIe.''

I say, ''Gee, doc, I'm in a big hurry.
Can I just Ieave 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 Iive in his car.

I'II handIe it. PR's my speciaIty.

Feds sent word
they want your ass off the job.

- Tony!
- Who the heII are you?

Your biggest fan!
Catch your show aII the time.

- I got ajob to do!
- Yourjob is to root for garbage eIsewhere.

- Been inside?
- Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys,

but we were toId on a radio transmission
nobody goes in under any circumstances.

AII units, be advised.
FederaI officers wiII handIe investigation.

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

This is CheryI Tyer reporting Iive...

Hey, nice fIashIight. Mind if I borrow it?

OK.

Damn!

Look famiIiar?

Fuck.

Oh, God.

Ramón Vega, the crack king.

Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.

- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?
- Jamaicans. King WiIIie's boys.

That makes no sense.

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

- What for?
- Terror tactics, man.

To scare the shit out of their enemies.

- King WiIIie.
- Who the heII is King WiIIie?

King WiIIie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.

Ran the terror gangs
for Edward Seaga in Jamaica

tiII he got too powerfuI.

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

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 deviI came for them.

If it's the CoIombians, why'd they Ieave their
boss hanging and his girI naked on the fIoor?

- It wasn't the CoIombians.
- Our friend from the armoury.

Right.

We got a new pIayer in town.

Come over here, Mike. Check this out.

What is that?

Looks Iike a spear tip or something.

This is a restricted area.
I want it cIeared immediateIy.

You're waIking on physicaI evidence.

- We'II take care of her.
- She's with me.

Lieutenant, I'd Iike
a word with you in private, pIease.

They say that persistence
is your most outstanding quaIity.

- I know this is your show...
- You're not Iistening 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.
- Yes, sir.

- AII right. 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 ajournaIist.

- Harrigan!
- Shut up. Let's go.

SmeIIs Iike a cover-up.
The press has a right to know!

Take him out of the buiIding. Search him.

Now, you get the heII out of here.

Who the heII are you, Keyes?

The Iast person in the worId
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 Iater at La Cita's.
And be carefuI. These guys are good.

Hey, don't worry!
SurveiIIance is my speciaIty.

OK, then. Just get going.

Go get 'em, Lone Ranger.

Danny, Iook here. We gotta take this reaI cooI.

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

You stick around, stay out of sight.
I'II meet you at one o'cIock.

We'II take a good Iook at that room, OK?
Hey, wait for me.

Danny boy, no hero stuff, understand?

Watch your ass, Danny boy.

She never made it.

The feds were waiting.

HustIed her off in a chopper.

- Let me guess. A siIver AIouette?
- The very one.

Guess what. Your paI Keyes was running
the whoIe show. And his butt boys.

Son of a bitch.

You done reaI good, kid.

Now tomorrow, start a taiI on Keyes.

Everything he does, everywhere he goes.

Who knows? You mightjust get Iucky.

Lieutenant!

Luck

is my speciaIty.

Yeah. I bet it is.

Now, if you'II excuse me, Lieutenant,
I got some serious poIice work to attend to.

Come to Papa.

Hey!

- Hey, are your baIIs OK?
- Fine.

How are yours?

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

Oh, you're not my sister.

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

Time to go to work.

- Shit.
- Danny boy.

Mike?

Oh, God!

Oh, Mother of God!

PIease, no!

Lieutenant MichaeI R Harrigan:

vioIence prone,
obsessive/compuIsive personaIity,

a history of excessive physicaI force

throughout his 18 years
as a Los AngeIes poIice officer.

AIso responsibIe for the destruction
of 11 patroI cars, a city bus...

What about ten commendations for vaIour

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

That and my intervention on your behaIf are
the onIy reasons you have ajob, Harrigan.

If it were up to the chief, he'd charge you with
Detective ArchuIeta's death and suspend you.

As it is, he Ieft it in my hands.

Now, this John Wayne attitude and fIagrant
disregard for poIicy is gonna end now.

No one under my command wiII impede
the progress of this federaI task force

headed by Agent Keyes.

No one.

That's it. Dismissed.

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

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

We'II find Danny's kiIIer.

Captain, Danny and I came up together.

15 years on the fucking street!

Whoever kiIIed him's gonna pay.
I'm gonna finish it.

Hey, come on. What is this?

Listen, shithead.

I don't give a fuck what you want with
this asshoIe because now it's personaI.

And he's a dead man.

What you're deaIing with
is over your head. I'm warning you...

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

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

- I'II take care of him.
- No.

Let him go.

We're too cIose.

..cIaiming as his, turf controIIed
by the Jamaican and CoIombian drug Iords.

Watch as we continue our report.

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

the spoiIs of our once-fine city
going to the ruthIess scum

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

The Iatest update on the scoreboard:

five assorted trash and one good cop -
one of the best on our force.

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

Forget it. It's over.

Mike, goddamn it.
This ain't your personaI IittIe war, you know.

I Ioved Danny, too.

Hey, you toId me the onIy way
you survive is because you're a team.

The door swings both ways. Remember?

AII right. We'II do it together.

Come on. TaIk to me about Keyes.

- We've been on him for the Iast three days.
- They're not Iooking for drug deaIers.

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

I used my whoIe repertory
to keep up with them!

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

They had equipment I can't begin to touch.

And then this morning...

- I Iost 'em.
- We Iost them.

- Where?
- Vernon and Industry.

- They disappeared!
- The sIaughterhouse district?

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

Whatever Keyes is Iooking for,
he's found it, or cIose to it.

Leona, I want to meet with King WiIIie.

WiIIie and I seem to have the same probIem.

- In the meantime, you come with me.
- Mike, it's impossibIe!

Just do it.

Fuck!

Omega 1. This is ControI.

This is Omega 1.

We onIy have 22 minutes
on safe window of operation.

- Yes, sir.
- Verify that finaI teIemetry check.

Start your test now.
Scan track. Three, two, one, mark.

Number six, power up on the UV banks.

We're compIete on the Iower UV banks.
Ready for testing.

Second IeveI,
check for ambient temperature variations.

You got two minutes. Now get going.

To aII units. AII units, you have
approximateIy 20 minutes to finish your task.

- Roger.
- Increase this UV.

Up 42 per cent.

Your friend died as the resuIt of
an intrusion in the chest cavity

by an edged weapon
that nearIy cIeaved the heart in two.

Death was instantaneous.

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

PIease, do not touch anything.

Doctor, what about the other victims?
Anything there?

The federaI team brought in
their own forensic examiners.

I am the medicaI examiner
and the chief pathoIogist in the city,

and they've cut me out.

Any way you can get a Iook at evidence
the feds have coIIected?

- 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 into the rafters.

- It has aImost no weight.
- But it cuts Iike steeI.

Let me see.

We are now at 150,000 times
normaI magnification.

Astonishing. This materiaI doesn't
correspond to anything on the periodic tabIe.

- Lieutenant, what is that thing?
- I don't know. It's not from a hardware store.

- MiIitary?
- Good guess.

Either something that got away,
or something they want.

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

Hey, no!

Easy, kid. Put your gun away.

King WiIIie wiII see you now.

- It's OK.
- Don't you want me to go with you?

I'II caII you Iater.

- You want me to foIIow you?
- I'II caII you Iater.

You want some ganja, man?

License pIate 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
reaIIy ought to cut down.

They say you want to taIk to me.

They say you offering me favours.

TeII me why, BabyIon.

Mr PoIiceman.

- I want some information.
- Information.

About the one that's doing aII the kiIIing?

He kiIIed your peopIe.

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 taIking about?

The spirit worId, man.

You see, it's aIways the same.

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

No kiIIing what can't be kiIIed.

Make sense, man.

This thing
that's kiIIing your peopIe and mine

is from the other side.

I can feeI him aII around.

You can't see the eyes of the demon

untiI him come caIIing.

This is dread, man.

TruIy dread.

Nothing eIse for you here, poIiceman.

Time to go.

Prepare yourseIf.

''His foundation Iie in the hoIy mountain.''

''SeIah.''

This is Tony Pope Iive from LA -
the city of fear.

The psycho-vigiIante kiIIer

continues his daiIy diet for murder.

Bodies strung out,

bodies with the skins ripped off,

the hearts torn from the cadavers.

And just recentIy,
King WiIIie, the drug Iord,

the vicious drug Iord, found in
an aIIey just around the corner

with his head cut off and his
spinaI coIumn torn from the body.

A fitting demise
to the Prince of Powder.

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

He's pIaying with you, Mike.
You've gotta be carefuI.

Yeah. We aII gotta be carefuI.
What about Keyes?

- Anything there?
- DefiniteIy something sIippery about Keyes.

Seems there's a Peter J Keyes.

PhD physicaI sciences, CorneII.

Hot out of coIIege
and into the Strategic Defense Institute.

Then two years Iater commissioned
as a captain in Air Force InteIIigence.

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

Look, I don't care who's invoIved.
This guy kiIIed Danny and he's going to faII!

- What about the good doctor?
- I'm here, Lieutenant.

The federaI authorities erased everything
from the computer fiIe except for this:

part of a chemicaI test
on a fragment of wood from the penthouse.

And it contained traces
of cattIe bIood and heavy traces of steroids.

I beIieve whoever kiIIed Detective ArchuIeta
had recentIy been in a sIaughterhouse.

- That's where I Iost Keyes the first time!
- That's where we'II find him.

Take the metro.
I'II pick you up at Vernon station in an hour.

If you don't see Keyes's boys,
it doesn't mean they're not around.

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

Your mom and I won't be very Iong.
You sit stiII. We'II be back in a few minutes.

AII right?

- Come on, honey.
- Yes, darIing.

- Which way was it?
- Down here.

Take that, you scum-sucking dog.

Want some candy?

Brian?

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

Want some candy?

Rest.

Want some candy?

Danny's neckIace.

I hate the subway at rush hour.

It's hard enough to find a seat, and if you do
someone's pissed in it or thrown up over it.

This damn heat is kiIIing me, man.

Hey, it's me!

- I Iook great!
- Oh, shut up.

No autographs, Pop.

- Look. There's two seats right there.
- Don't touch me!

Hey! Get off!

This shit never ends.

- After you.
- AsshoIe!

- Excuse me. PoIice business.
- Get out of my way!

Hey, baby. Bésame mucho. Come on!

You Iook Iike a sympathetic dude.

My... partner here needs an operation.

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

No need for that.

Money!

Get the heII away from me!
I know how to use this!

- Don't make me use this thing!
- Bet mine's bigger than yours!

I'II take that.

- HoId it. PoIice!
- We're in troubIe now.

Nobody move!

Everybody take a deep breath,
Ioosen your sphincters.

We don't need any rush-hour Rambos there.

Tú también, motherfucking baby!

Drop it and sit down! iSiéntate!

What the heII is that?

Leona, you OK?

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

Jerry!

What's happening?

Get down!

Get out of the way!

Jerry!

Leona!

Leona, get 'em out! Go!

Now!

Jerry!

Leona, do it!

Now!

Hey! Over here!

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

Come on! Move it!

Let's go! iVamos!

Move it! Don't panic, just go! Go! iVamos!

Jesus Christ. What the fuck are you?

Wait!

iVamos! Come on!

Keep waIking! Come on, you too! iVámonos!

Come on, motherfucker!

Want some candy?

Let's dance!

Come on, get out of the way!

Come on, out!

Come on, move it!

That way! Towards the Iight!

Come on! Get out!

Oh, God.

Jerry.

God, not again.

Move your ass! Move out the way!

- What's happening?
- It's a fucking sIaughter, Lieutenant.

Hey, Jerry!

Leona!

Oh, pIease. Leona...

- How's she doing?
- Deep shock, but she's aIive.

I hear foetaI heart sounds. She's 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!

Man!

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 aII armed.

- What do you mean?
- It's the chief.

Wait here.

- What the heII's going on down there?
- It's a damn nightmare. CiviIians this time.

- AII kiIIed?
- Yeah. Just Iike the others.

Damn!

Jerry!

HoIy shit! What the heII is going on here?

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

Get that goddamn thing on fiIm!

What's going on?

Hey, Harrigan!

More victims! More mutiIations!

Fuck you!

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 pIaces.

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

What is this?

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

There's your kiIIer. WonderfuI, isn't it?

Pheromone signature Ieft by his body.
Scent moIecuIes.

Punch up three.

Ten years ago one of his kind eIiminated an
eIite SpeciaI Forces crew in CentraI America.

There were two survivors.

They indicated that, when trapped,
the creature activated a seIf-destruct device

that destroyed enough rainforest
to cover 300 city bIocks.

RemarkabIe weaponry.

That's right, Lieutenant.
Other-worId Iife forms.

A fucking aIien!

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

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

Oh, my!

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

You're the Iion.
This is his jungIe.

- So why can't we see him?
- Defensive adaptations are astounding.

It's somehow abIe to bend Iight.
Perfect camoufIage.

- You admire the son of a bitch.
- Not what he does.

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

A new era of scientific technoIogy.

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

Mr Garber, we have something
on the pheromone scanners.

- Target one is on the roof.
- It's taken us two weeks to Iearn his patterns.

He comes here every two days to feed.

- Seems he has a taste for beef.
- I didn't think he was vegetarian.

WeII, we've prepared a trap for this predator.

We are certain that this being
can see in onIy one spectrum of Iight.

- Infrared.
- Infrared?

- He hunts by seeing our heat.
- BIock the heat and he's bIind.

These suits insuIate body heat,
making the team invisibIe.

We've fIooded the pIace
with radioactive dust

and instaIIed powerfuI
uItravioIet Iighting everywhere.

The dust adheres to his body,
making him visibIe.

Liquid nitrogen. You're not gonna kiII him.
You're gonna freeze him.

- We have to capture him.
- He's moving.

FinaIIy.

Grab a seat. Enjoy the show.

This is history.

Capture and isoIation is our objective.

Defensive action onIy on my orders.

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

We're in.

Switch to uItravioIet.

- Radio siIence. Out.
- Engage uItravioIet units A through J.

- What's aII this interference?
- Correcting the probIem, sir.

They're moving to the second IeveI.

Target's stiII moving,
heading towards the number two stairweII.

PIaying right into it.

Wait a minute.

It's stopped.

It's moving back against the waII.

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

Your boys have been made.

- Sir, it's circIing around behind them.
- Get 'em out! They're waIking into a trap!

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

Who is this? CIear the Iine.

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

Stop him!

- Door. Open it.
- Go fuck yourseIf.

OK. OK.

The door.

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

- It's open.
- You'II ruin everything!

Fuck yourseIf!

Defensive formation one.
Nitrogen guns, safeties off.

Everyone eIse, rock'n'roII.

This is it.

He's moving down from the right.

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

He's right there!

Goddamn it! Where is he?
Give me a coordinate! Where is he?

- Watch out!
- My God.

Watch your crossfire!

Damn! The Iine - I'm Iosing my pressure.

Keyes, you aII right?

Keyes, it's over here!

Come on! Switch over!

Shit! I can't see!

They're gone.

They're aII dead.

You want me? Here I am!

You are one

ugIy mother...

Motherfucker!

Guess who's back.

Too Iate to go home now.

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

This is between me and him!

God...

Birds.

Damn birds.

OK, pussyface.

It's your move.

Shit happens.

Oh, God.

That's aII I need is birds.

You can do it.

I can do it.

It's Iike faIIing off a Iog.

Like a 30-storey Iog. Damn!

Maybe I'II get Iucky and faII.

Damn it.

The finaI Jeopardy answer is this:

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

after marrying this king on Cyprus.

Good Iuck.

Herb?

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

Herb!

- It's aII right. I'm a cop.
- I don't think he gives a shit.

Shit!

Get back inside!

HoIy Moses. Not again. Shit!

Son of a bitch.

Oh, God.

Why can't this guy stay on the ground?

Come on, come on.

Come to Papa.

Stop! Stop the eIevator!

Stop it!

Now where the heII am I?

Where are you?

Jesus Christ.

That's right, asshoIe!

Shit happens!

OK. Who's next?

Take it.

''1715.''

Harrigan!
What the fuck happened in there?

Goddamn it. We came so cIose!

Don't worry, asshoIe.
You'II get another chance.