(BIRD SCREECH ES)
(OVERLAPPING RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)
MAN: The heat wave continues. It's 109 degrees in Los Angeles.
(SNARLING)
(SIRENS)
(ANGRY VOICES)
(SCREAMING AND GU N FIRE)
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!
(SCREAMS)
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!
(AUTOMATIC GU N FIRE)
(EXCLAIMS)
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.
(SNARLING)
Come on! Come on!
Get 'em out of here! Now!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Get 'em out! Get 'em out!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Hey, assholes!
(SNARLING)
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!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Come and get it. El Scorpio is ready.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
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.
(SCREAMING)
(GU NS FIRING IN DISTANCE)
(SCREAMING)
(WHISPERS) Three, two, one...
Go!
(GASPING)
(WHIMPERING)
Shh. Shh.
Get back, back, back. Back.
Shh.
(WHISPERS) 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!
OFFICER: Let's do it now!
Take it easy.
Damn, it's hot.
(SNARLS)
Must be losing it.
(DISTORTED) Mike!
Spread out. Secure the roof.
Just take it easy. I'm right here.
OFFICER: All clear here. All clear on the site.
(DISTORTED) 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.
MIKE: You get the rest of them?
DANNY: Somebody beat us to it.
(GLASS BREAKING)
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.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
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?
DANNY: This is not good, Mike. Not good at all.
(SNARLING)
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.
(DISTORTED) 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. WOMAN: 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!
(SPANISH RAP MUSIC PLAYING)
(SHOUTING)
TONY ON TV: 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!
(ALL CLAMORING)
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."
(LAUGHS)
Oh-oh.
Looks like he's putting the moves to Leona.
(MIKE GROANS)
- His first big mistake. - His first big mistake.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
I have heard about you.
- Yeah? All right. - Yeah!
Like your last partner got shot.
What?
Well...
(GROANS)
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.
(GROANING)
- 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.
(WOMAN MOAN ING)
(ECSTATIC SCREAMING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
WOMAN: No!
MAN 1: 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.
(MAN 2 CHUCKLES)
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.
(CHOKES)
Fucking history, goddamn puto.
(PANTING)
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.
(LAUGHS) Fucking voodoo magic, man.
But you know what? I tell you what I believe.
Shit happens.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(SNARLING)
(SCREAMS)
Shoot it!
(SCREAMING)
Fucker!
(SCREAMING)
PREDATOR: Shit happens.
(YELLING)
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.
(SPEAKS GERMAN)
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.
OFFICER ON RADIO: 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?
(GASPS)
Fuck.
Oh, God.
MIKE: Ramon Vega, the crack king.
Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.
Why isn't he skinned? And who are these assholes?
DANNY: 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!
DANNY: Hey, we got a survivor!
(WHIMPERING)
(MUMBLING)
MIKE: 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?
MIKE: It wasn't the Colombians.
DANNY: Our friend from the armory.
Right.
We got a new player in town.
Come over here, Mike. Check this out.
What is that?
MIKE: Looks like a spear tip or something.
KEYES: 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.
(CRUNCHING)
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.
(CHUCKLES) 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.
(DISTORTED) Danny boy, no hero stuff, understand?
PREDATOR: (ECHOING) Danny boy.
MIKE: Watch your ass, Danny boy.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
JERRY: 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.
PREDATOR: Danny boy.
Mike? Whoa!
Whoa!
Oh, God!
No. No. Oh, God!
DANNY: Oh, Mother of God!
(GUN FIRING)
Please, no!
(DAN NY SCREAMING)
(HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM)
COMPUTER: 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?
(PEOPLE GASPING)
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.
TONY ON TV:... 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.
LEONA: Mike, it's impossible!
Just do it.
Fuck!
FBI OFFICER: Omega 1, this is Control.
This is Omega 1.
GARBER: Okay, we've only got 22 minutes remaining on safe window of operation.
OFFICER: Yes, sir.
GARBER: Verify that final telemetry check.
Start your test now.
Scan track three, two, one,
mark.
KEYES: Number six, power up on the UV banks.
OFFICER: We're complete on the lower UV banks. Ready for testing.
KEYES: Second level, check for ambient temperature variations.
You got two minutes. Now get going.
OFFICER: To all units. All units, you have approximately 20 minutes
to finish your task.
- Roger. - Increase this UV.
Up 42 per cent.
WOMAN: 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.
(GLASS BREAKS)
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!
MIKE: Easy, kid. Put your gun away.
King Willie will see you now.
(RAP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
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?
(LAUGHS)
License plate number.
1-8-8...
No, no. 1-8-8-3...
Oh, fuck!
(DISTORTED LAUGHTER)
(DISTORTED) The door swings both ways, my ass.
(ECHOING) This door swings both ways.
(COUGH ING)
Thanks for the ride.
You know,
you guys really ought to cut down.
(CAT MEOWING)
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.
(KING WILLIE LAUGHS)
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.
(SNARLING)
"His foundation lie in the holy mountain."
"Selah."
(SCREAMING)
(GURGLING)
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.
LEONA: 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.
JERRY: 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.
JERRY: 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.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN: 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.
(IMITATES GU N FIRE)
Take that, you scum-sucking dog.
(SNARLING)
Want some candy?
WOMAN: Brian?
- You come here right this minute. - Mommy, I saw a ghost.
PREDATOR: Want some candy? Want some candy?
(SNARLING)
Rest.
PREDATOR: Want some candy?
Danny's necklace.
JERRY: 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.
(SIGHS) This damn heat is killing me, man.
Hey, it's me!
I look great! LEONA: Oh, shut up.
No autographs, Pop.
Hey, look. There's two seats right there. I told you...
Don't touch me! Get off! Hey!
LEONA: This shit never ends.
After you. GIRL: Asshole!
- Excuse me. Police business. - Get out of my way!
Hey, baby. Besame 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.
(GU NS COCKING)
JERRY: Hold it. Police! We're in trouble now.
Nobody move!
(SPEAKS IN SPANISH)
Okay, everybody just take a deep breath, loosen your sphincters.
We don't need any rush-hour Rambo's there.
Tu tambien, motherfucking baby!
Drop it and sit down! Sientate!
(METAL CRUNCHING)
LEONA: What the hell is that?
(SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
JERRY: Leona, you okay?
This is it! He's in the train! Get these people out of here!
LEONA: Jerry!
(SCREAMING)
What's happening?
(GU NS FIRING)
(SCREAMING)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
JERRY: Get down! Get down!
Come on, come on, come on, get out of the way!
Jerry!
Leona!
Leona, get 'em out! Go! Go!
Now!
I can't see...
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING) Jerry!
Now, Leona, do it!
Now!
(SCREAMING)
JERRY: 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.
(SCREAMING)
Move it! Don't panic, just go! Go! Apurense, vamos!
Jesus Christ. What the fuck are you?
Wait!
Vamos! Ven, ven, vamos! Come on!
Keep walking! Come on, you too! Vamonos!
Come on, motherfucker!
PREDATOR: Want some candy?
Let's dance!
(SCREAMING)
Move it. Come on, get out of the way! Come on.
Get out of the way! Out, come on!
(ALARM RINGING)
LEONA: Come on, out! Out! Out!
Come on, move it!
That way! That way! Towards the light! The light!
Come on! Get out!
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
Come on.
(RAGGED BREATH ING)
Oh, God.
(GASPS)
Jerry.
Oh...
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(HEART HAMMERS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
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!
(SNARLING)
(CRUNCHING)
(SCREAMS)
Jerry!
(GRUNTS)
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!
(ALL CLAMORING)
MAN: What's going on?
(GROWLING)
Hey! Hey!
Hey, Harrigan!
More victims. More mutilations.
Fuck you! MAN: Pope!
Pope? Are you there, Pope? Pope, what's going on?
(SNARLING)
(GROANS)
(SCREECH ING)
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.
(BEEPING)
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.
KEYES: 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.
(BEEPING)
They're moving to the second level.
Target's still moving, heading towards the number two stairwell.
Playing right into it.
(CREAKING)
(SNARLING)
Wait a minute. It's stopped.
(HEART BEATING)
(SNARLING)
(GROWLING)
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.
GARBER: 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!
KEYES: Who is this? Clear the line.
He sees the damn lights. Turn 'em off! Turn 'em off! Shit!
Stop him!
(GROANS)
(CHOKES)
Door. Open it.
Go fuck yourself.
Okay. Okay.
The door.
- Yes, sir. - You don't know what you're doing, Harrigan.
(BEEPING)
It's open.
You'll ruin everything!
Fuck yourself!
KEYES: Defensive formation one. Nitrogen guns, safeties off.
Everyone else, lie still.
(DISTORTED) This is it.
He's moving down on your position from the right.
KEYES: 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?
(SCREECH ING)
KEYES: Watch out!
My God.
KEYES: Watch your crossfire!
(AGENT SCREAMS)
(UPROAR)
What...
I'm losing my pressure.
(SCREAMING)
(PREDATOR SQUEALS)
OFFICER: Keyes, you all right?
(DISTORTED) Keyes, it's over here!
(SCREAMING)
KEYES: Come on, damn it! Switch over!
Shit! I can't see!
They're gone.
They're all dead.
(MIKE DISTORTED) You want me? Here I am!
(KEYES SCREAMS)
(SHRIEKS)
(SNARLS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(SHRIEKING)
(PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
Ugh.
You are one
ugly mother...
(SCREECH ES)
Motherfucker!
(ROARS)
(GROWLS)
(SNARLS)
Guess who's back.
(SQUEALS)
Too late to go home now.
Get out of here, Harrigan. I'm gonna save your ass.
This is between me and him!
(GROWLS)
(MOANS)
God...
(HISSING)
Whoa!
(WHISPERS) Birds.
Damn birds.
(SNARLING)
(GROANS)
Okay, pussyface.
It's your move.
Shit happens.
(SCREAMS)
(BEEPING)
(BUZZING)
(HIGH-PITCH BUZZING)
(GROANING)
(SCREECH ING)
(PANTS)
(ROARING)
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!
(SNARLING)
Yeah. Maybe I'll get lucky and fall.
Damn it.
(ROARING)
MAN ON TV: 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?
(SNORING)
Herb, wake up! There's somebody in the bathroom.
Herb!
(ROARING)
(WAILING)
(BELLOWING)
(GRUNTS)
(SHRIEKS)
It's all right. I'm a cop.
I don't think he gives a shit.
Shit!
Get back inside!
(SNARLING)
Holy Moses. Not again. Shit!
Son of a bitch.
Oh, God.
(PANTS)
Why can't this guy stay on the ground?
Come on, come on. Come on, come on!
Come to Papa.
(YELLS)
Stop! Stop the elevator!
Stop it!
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS)
(THUDS)
Now where the hell am I?
(FOOTSTEPS CLAN K)
Where are you?
Jesus Christ.
Oh...
(COUGHS)
(CRASH)
(SCREAMS)
(BELLOWING)
That's right, asshole!
Shit happens!
(WAILING)
(WAILING STOPS)
(PANTS)
(SNARLING)
Okay. Who's next?
ALIEN: Take it.
MIKE: "1715."
(SCREAMING)
(ENGINES ROAR OFF)
(CRIES OUT)
(COUGHS)
(PANTS)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Harrigan! What the fuck happened in there, huh?
(SIRENS WAILING)
Goddamn it. We came so close!
Don't worry, asshole. You'll get another chance.