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Qu fue lo que viste?
Quien fue?
Yo no se.
PANCHO: Dime, mujer!
Quien fue? Dime!
WOMAN: La selva se lo llevo.
No estoy segura. No se.
PANCHO: She says the jungle...
it just came alive and took him.
DILLON: Bullshit!
That's not what she said!
What she said
doesn't make any sense.
-Those sappers followed us--
-Hell, they've been ahead of us!
This woman's been running us
right to 'em !
DUTCH: Hold it!
Why didn't they take his radio
or his weapon?
Why didn't she escape?
Hopper.
What?
They did the same thing
to Jim Hopper.
I want Hawkins' body found.
Sweep pattern. Double back.
50 meters. Let's go.
Come on in, you fuckers.
Come on in.
Old Painless is waiting.
[Exhales]
Sergeant!
Aaah!
Motherfucker!
Aaaah!
MAC: Fucker!
Motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Aah!
DUTCH: What happened?
MAC: I saw it.
-You saw what?
-I saw it.
DUTCH: Blain.
No powder burns, no shrapnel.
DILLON: The wound's all fused,
cauterized.
What the hell could have
done this to a man?
Mac.
Mac, look at me!
Who did this?
I don't know, goddamn it.
I saw s-something.
Not a thing,
not a fucking trace.
No blood, no bodies.
We hit nothing.
DUTCH: Dillon...
better get on the radio.
Mac.
-Sergeant!
-Yes, sir.
I want a defensive position
above that ridge...
mined with everything we've got.
Put him in his poncho.
Take him with us.
PONCHO: I got him.
DILLON: Vamonos.
MAC: Major...
I set up flares, frags,
and claymores.
Nothing's coming near this place
without tripping on something.
DUTCH: Thank you, sergeant.
Mac.
He was a good soldier.
MAC: He was, um...
my friend.
Good-bye, bro.
[Beep]
[Monsterous shriek]
DILLON: Blazer one, I repeat,
extraction necessary.
Say again, Blazer one.
Say again.
BLAZER ONE:
Request for extraction denied.
Area is still compromised.
Proceed to sector 3,000
for prisoner extraction.
Priority, out.
Next contact 0930.
DILLON: Roger, Blazer one.
1030 hours.
Damn bastards.
They say we're still in too far,
and they can't risk coming in.
DUTCH: We're assets, Dillon.
Expendable assets.
It comes with the job.
I can accept it.
Bullshit.
You're just like the rest of us.
Shitload of good a chopper's
gonna do us in here anyhow.
DILLON: Sergeant?
Sergeant! Sergeant!
Who hit us today?
MAC: I don't know.
I only saw one of them
camouflaged.
He was there.
Those eyes disappeared.
What was that?
Those eyes, they...
they disappeared.
I know one thing, Major.
I drew down
and fired straight at it.
Capped off 200 rounds
in the minigun--
Full pack.
Nothing...
nothing on this earth
could have lived.
Not at that range.
Mac, you take first watch...
then you get some rest, OK?
DILLON: Ask her what she saw.
Ask her what happened
to Hawkins.
Go ahead, ask her.
PANCHO: Qu pas hoy?
Qu fue lo que viste?
Te dijo lo que s.
Fue la selva que se lo llev.
Qu ms quiere que te diga?
Same fucking thing.
The jungle,
it came alive and took him.
Billy, you know something.
What is it?
I'm scared, Poncho.
PONCHO: Bullshit.
You ain't afraid of no man.
There's something out there
waiting for us...
and it ain't no man.
We're all gonna die.
The man's losing it.
He's losing his cool.
Nothing but a couple guys
running around....
and we gotta take 'em.
DUTCH: Still don't understand,
Dillon, do you?
Whatever it is out there,
it killed Hopper...
and now it wants us.
MAC: Here we are again, bro...
just you and me.
Same kind of moon,
same kind of jungle.
Real number-ten night, remember?
Whole platoon--
32 men chopped into meat...
and we walk out,
just you and me.
Nobody else.
Right on top of them.
Not a scratch.
Not a fucking scratch.
You know, whoever got you...
he'll come back again,
and when he does...
I'm going to cut your name
right into him.
I'm going to cut your name
into him.
[Twig snaps]
[Twig snaps]
-What the hell is it?
-Mac!
Where are you?
Over here!
Mac!
Aah!
Mac!
Fuck!
Mac, where are you?
[Squealing]

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