He's using the trees. Yesterday, what did you see? - You're wasting your time. - No more games. I don't know what it was. - It... - Go on. It changed colours like the chameleon. It uses the jungle. Are you sayin' Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fuckin' lizard? That's a bullshit psych job. There's two or three men at the most. Fucking lizard. - What's your name? - Anna. Anna, this thing is hunting us. All of us. You know that. - What the hell are you doing? - We need everyone. - I'm taking her back. We're out of here. - We're not going yet. The rendezvous is 10 miles away. You think the chopper'll wait? Dillon, we make a stand now, or there will be nobody left to go to the chopper. There is something else. When the big man was killed, you must have wounded it. Its blood was on the leaves. If it bleeds, we can kill it. Look out. You really think this boy-scout bullshit's gonna work. It can see our tripwires. Maybe it can't see this. Instead of complaining, maybe you should help. What makes you think he'll come in through here? There are tripwires on every tree for 50 yards. This is the only way in. When I was little, we found a man. He looked like, like, butchered. The old women in the village crossed themselves and whispered crazy things, said strange things. Only in the hottest years this happens. And this year it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skin, and sometimes much, much worse. "El que hace trofeos de los hombres" means "the demon who makes trophies of man." So, what you gonna try next? Cheese? Hey, Dutch! Shit. Got you, motherfucker. I got you. I'm coming. Mac. Mac. Get Ramirez on his feet and get to the chopper. - Hold it. I'm going after Mac. - That's not your style, Dillon. I picked up some bad habits from you. Get your people the hell outta here. You can't win this, Dillon. Maybe I can get even. Dillon. Just hold on to that damn chopper. He's busted up pretty bad, Major. - I can make it. I can make it. - Get the radio. Forget the rest. Come on, Poncho. Long tall Sally She's built sweet She got everything that Uncle John need Oh, baby Baby I'm gonna have me some fun I'm gonna have me some fun Turn around. Over here. Over here. Mac? Out there. Past them trees. You see it? I see you. I see it. I see it. You know, we can get this thing, Mac. You work your way down there toward him. I'll get in back of him, flush him toward you. When I flush that son of a bitch, you nail him. I got a score to settle. We've both got scores to settle. Come on. Quickly. Hurry up. Don't. Leave it. It didn't kill you because you weren't armed. No sport. Mac. Any time. Let's go. Billy. Billy, let's go. Give me the weapon. No. Run. Run. Go. Get to the chopper. Oh, shit. He couldn't see me. Bleed, bastard. You're one ugly motherfucker. Bad idea. Come on. Come on. Do it. Do it. Come on. Come on. Kill me. I'm here. Kill me. I'm here. Kill me. Come on. Kill me. I'm here. Come on. Do it now. Kill me. What the hell are you? What the hell are you? What the...? My God. Subtitles by Visiontext ENGLISH- You're looking good, Dutch. - It's been a long time, General. Come on inside. 18 hours ago, we lost a chopper... carrying a cabinet minister and his aide from this charming little country. We've got a transponder fixed on their position... about here. This cabinet minister, does he always travel on the wrong side of the border? Apparently, they strayed off course. We're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands. So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for? Cos some damn fool accused you of being the best. Dillon. You son of a bitch. What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? - Had enough? - Make it easy on yourself, Dutch. - Never did know when to quit. - Damn good to see you, Dutch. - What is this fucking tie ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Небо. Самолет. Девушка. на английском - текст Водитель для Веры на английском - текст Ночь и день на английском - текст Волшебник на английском - текст Андрей Рублев на английском |