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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.
El diablo, cazador de hombres.
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. Dutch!
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.
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.
- Oh!
- Come on, Poncho.
"Long tall Sally"
"She's built sweet!"
"She got everything that Uncle John need"
"Oh, baby"
"I'm gonna have me some fun"
"I'm gonna have me some fun"
"I'm gonna have me some fun"
"I'm gonna have me some fun"
"I'm gonna have me some fun"
Turn around.
Over here.
Over here.
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.
Any time.
Let's go.
Billy, let's go!
Dame el arma! Dame el arma!
Give me the weapon!
Dame la mano!
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?
Get in. Come on. OK!
Did you get it?
What the...?
My God!You're looking good, Dutch.
It's been a long time, General.
Come on inside.
Eighteen hours ago,
we lost a chopper...
carrying a cabinet minister
and his aide...
from this charming
little country.
We've got a transponder fix
on their position about here.
This cabinet minister...
does he always travel
on the wrong side of the border?
they strayed off course...
and we're fairly certain
they're in guerrilla hands.
Why don't you use
the regular army?
What do you need us for?
'Cause some damned fool
accused you of being the best.
You son of a bitch!
What's the matter?
The CIA got you pushing
too many pencils?

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