Predator Monologues

A team of commandos on a mission in a Central American jungle find themselves hunted by an extraterrestrial warrior.

Here we are again, bro… Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10, remember? Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat… We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch… Not a fuckin' scratch. You know, who ever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him… I'm gonna cut your name into him!

You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real quiet. Leave ya here. Got that?

Long Tall Sally, she built sweet, she got everything, that Uncle John need. Aw baby, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun.

I know one thing, Major. I drew down and fired straight at it. Capped off two hundred rounds in the minigun, full pack. Nothing... nothing on this earth could have lived. Not at that range.

Found the other hostage. He's dead, too. And the kid in the chopper. If these guys are Central Americans then I'm a goddamn Chinaman. From the looks of things, our Cabinet Minister was CIA. Another thing, Major: those other guys you waxed were Russian Military Advisors. Something very big was going to happen here.