1 SCREECHING BIRDS AND ANIMALS CHATTER FAST DRUM MUSIC FAST DRUM MUSIC CONTINUES www.able.co.nz Able 2019 The heatwave continues. It's 109 degrees. TRAFFIC SOUNDS PREDATORY SNARLING GROWLING ANGRY FEMALE SHOUTING SCREAMING AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE As Los Angeles swelters in agonising heat, drug lords wage bloody warfare in the streets. Yet another open conflict... BULLET WHISTLES GET ME OUTTA HERE! We're in a war zone, Dave - two motorcycle officers horribly wounded in a deadly crossfire, police seemingly unable to rescue them despite several desperate heroic attempts. It's completely out of control down here. Everything I own! They shot it to pieces. My microwave, my grill... Ahhh, ha-ha! 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 at Lake Tahoe ` get down here and declare martial law! TYRES SCREECH Don't keep me in suspense, Danny boy. It has not been a nice day! Two motors pulled over a drunk, stumbled right in the middle of a stake-out. They're trying to get inside their headquarters. We're keeping them pinned down. But those officers are bleeding to death. They're dying, man! Where the hell is Special Weapons?! Still at that shoot-out in San Pedro, getting their ass kicked by the Jamaicans. They shot down one of our choppers. We need an assault vehicle to get Mills and Johnson. I'll have a chat with these assholes! When I signal, give me some cover. Too small. Come on, come on! Get them out of here. Now! Get them out! Get them out! Hey, assholes! SILENCE DESCENDS SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE Mike, are you OK? Yeah. Let's get the rest of them. We can't. The Chief said secure perimeters, surround building and wait. Wait! For what? I don't know! Some bullshit special unit ` the feds, the DEA. If they get dug in now, we'll have to level the building. (Speaks Spanish) Come and get it. El Scorpio is ready! Sarge, any of your people in the building? No. Let's go! I can't let you in. Heinemann's on his way. I can't let you in. Heinemann's on his way. Heinemann can kiss my sweet ass! Goddammit, go with him. SOMEONE SCREAMS GUNFIRE SCREAMING Three, two, one. TERRIFIED WHIMPERING Next door over. Take this room! Officer down. We need backup. Freeze! I said hold it! Lay your guns down. It's over. You can walk down or fly ` it's your choice. Put it down, asshole! No! (Breathes heavily) (Officers yell instructions) Damn, it's hot. GROWLING SOUND Must be losing it. Mike? Spread out. Secure the roof. Just take it easy. I'm right here. All clear here. Oh, Danny boy. Gotta get down from here. Shit. OK, search the roof. Work your way down, check every floor. Maybe someone else... Seal it off. No one leaves. Danny. Come on, get me off this damn roof. What happened to the rest of them? Somebody beat us to it. So, what happened to El Scorpio? So, what happened to El Scorpio? He's having lunch. What the hell is this?! I don't know. They've been cut to pieces. Must be the Jamaicans. Yes, but where the hell did they go? Nobody gets in here until Forensic arrives. Nobody. You know the drill. DOOR CREAKS EERIE MUSIC FLUTTERING SOUND Mike. Up there. Must have been killed out here, then someone... pffft. That's about 30, 35, 40ft. 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 your people out of the building now. Son of a bitch. What the fuck is going on? This is not good, Mike. Not good at all. I want a really name on this joker, OK? You got it. Mike? Well, this is quite a surprise. What brings you from the palace? You let me down, Mike. You're making me look bad. (Sighs) Thought we had an understanding. I put my ass on the line to get you here. 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 into the field, but it's a fucking war down here. Now you take orders. Don't push it! We're fighting for our lives down 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. What the hell is going on here, Heinemann? Insubordination. Disregard for direct orders from a supervising officer. Now get back to your cage at El Dorado. I'll show you insubordination, you son of a bitch! I'll show you insubordination, you son of a bitch! No, no, no! Hey, come on. Easy. You don't need this. It's not worth it. MEXICAN HIP HOP MUSIC We have an update. In the midst of a shoot-out, five members of one Colombian drug gang were apparently ambushed by their rivals, the Jamaican Voodoo Posse, who escaped without a trace, again making total fools... What you got? Detective to see you. Back there. This licence has expired! I pay it every six months! I'll kick your ass. (All shout abuse) What are you looking at? All you gotta do is tee it high and let it fly. Ow! Dead solid birdie. And remember, for distance you gotta go gently, but firmly... Lieutenant Harrigan! Detective Lambert. Rampart Division. Hey, kid. Just have a seat. I'll be right with you. Hey, Captain. Don't start with me, Mike. Heinemann's already been up my ass so far I won't be able to sit for a week. We're not winning this war. As much as it'll piss you off, you'll play the game on this one. (Reads) Effective immediately. Federal Taskforce under the direction of Special Agent Peter Keyes will investigate criminal activities involving the trafficking and distribution of controlled substances. And you will extend him your full cooperation. Meaning you're cutting off my dick and shoving it up my ass. Mike, the Feds are calling the shots. 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. I've heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for this jurisdictional intrusion. I don't mean to be stepping on your toes. But we're attempting to prevent King Willie's Voodoo gangs from taking over the entire West Coast. I wish I could tell you more. But we have a large number of deep-cover operatives involved here. 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. Lieutenant Harrigan, I'm the new transfer - Jerry Lambert. Have a seat. I'll be right there. Lieutenant Harrigan, I'm the new transfer - Jerry Lambert. Yeah, what an asshole. All right, Danny boy, what we got? We got five low-life Scorpions make it into the building, next minute, they're all shish kebab. Not one bullet wound. It wasn't the drugs or money. There was a shit-load of that. Maybe King Willie brought in some outside talent. Bro would've split the moment he heard the action. More than one, we would've seen them. Whoever did this waited till the last minute then took out four men armed with machine-guns by hand and then got by us. Maybe we should give him a job, put him on the payroll. ...I bolt up the stairs, someone is screaming bloody murder. You gotta hear this. What?! You gotta hear this. Eh. Eh, I forgot to tell you. See that guy there? That's Freddy's replacement. This guy's Jerry Lambert, the Lone Ranger from Rampart Station. 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. Huh! 'Lady, you are under arrest.' She said, 'Why?' I said, 'Because your husband is dead ` you killed him.' You know what she said without missing a beat? You know what she said without missing a beat? No. You know what she said without missing a beat? 'I've stabbed that son of a bitch plenty of times. He never died on me before.' (LAUGHS) Uh-oh. Looks like he's pulling the moves to Leona. (BOTH CHUCKLE) BOTH: His first big mistake. Yeah? I have heard about you. Yeah? Yeah. Like your last partner got shot. What? (GROANS) You try that cowboy shit with me, you can kiss this 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. (GROANS) You're a bad girl! Ooh! I like that! No, 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, I only give it once, so pay attention. Till 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. That scares the shit out of me. No one requests to come here unless they're looking for a reputation. There's no room for showboats. I won't stand for it. Don't get me wrong. We need good cops down here. They say you're good at what you do, but the team comes first. You live by that and you'll be OK, and we'll all be there for you. Remember, the door swings both ways. That's it. Hey, kid. Welcome to the war. WOMAN MOANS (Screams) MAN: This has gone too far now. Hey, hey, guys. I-I know you're trying to scare me. Well, you did a pretty good job, man. I'm scared now. (Breathes quickly) Stop it now. I can pay you. $2 million, man. (CHUCKLES) In cash. Right now. (Jamaican accent) 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. 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. Fuckin' voodoo magic, man! (LAUGHS) But you know what? I tell you what I believe. Shit happens. (SCREAMS) STRANGE RUMBLING SOUND SCREAMING (SCREAMS) Shit happens. Shit happens. (SCREAMS) I'm standing just outside a penthouse complex... ...involving as many as 20 people. It's uncertain just who they were. At least one report indicates that it might be the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse. LAMBERT: I go in for my physical, the doctor says, 'I need a semen, stool and urine sample.' I say, 'I'm in a hurry. Can I just leave my underwear?' Oh my God. Achtung, mein Kapitan. Word is there may be as many as 15 more dead bodies up there. Man, it's Pope! The parasite must live in his car. I'll handle it. PR's my specialty. Feds said they want your ass off the job. Tony, my man! Who the hell are you? Your biggest fan, Tony! I got a job to do. Root for your garbage somewhere else! Been inside? We were gonna go in. But we were told on a radio transmission nobody goes in there under any circumstances. RADIO: Units responding to San Pedro in Fifth Avenue be advised - Federal officers will handle investigations. We didn't hear that. Let's go. You're the boss. Let's go. Hey, nice flashlight! Mind if I borrow it? (ALL INHALE NERVOUSLY) (DRAMATIC BEAT) (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) Look familiar? Ah! Ramon Vega, the crack king. Biggest operator in East LA - 100kg a week. Why isn't he skinned?! And who are these assholes?! They're Jamaicans ` King Willie's boys. That doesn't make sense. This was a voodoo ritual. I've seen it before. They took his heart out. What for? Terror tactics, man ` 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 Siega in Jamaica until he got too powerful. The Jamaican chiefs won't make a move without his approval. The Jamaican chiefs won't make a move without his approval. So what the fuck happened? The Jamaican chiefs won't make a move without his approval. Shit! Hey, we've got a survivor! (MURMURS INCOHERENTLY) 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.' If the Colombians did this, why'd they leave their boss Ramon hanging ten and his girlfriend naked on the floor? It wasn't the Colombians. Our friend from the armoury. Right. We've got a new player in town. Come over here, Mike. Check this out. What is that? 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 look after her. She's with me. Back off! Lieutenant, I'd like a word with you in private, please. They say that persistence is one of your best qualities. I know this is your show, but... You're not listening! You're sticking your big nose too far in my business. Maybe you can hear this. Cross me again and you'll turn up missing. Garber, the man with the camera ` get him, now! Yes, sir! All right, come on, let's go! Stay away! Hey, fuck you, man. Gimme my camera! Hey, wait a minute. I've 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. Your scumball... Get the hell out of here. Who the hell are you, Keyes? Who the hell are you, Keyes? The last person you wanna fuck with. Want to make me proud, kid? Take your bag of tricks, find out where they take her. Meet me later at the Seed Toast. Be careful. These guys are good. Hey, don't worry, Lieutenant. Surveillance is my specialty. Hey, don't worry, Lieutenant. Surveillance is my specialty. OK, then, just get going. Hey, don't worry, Lieutenant. Surveillance is my specialty. 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. Stick around, stay out of sight. I'll meet you at 1 o'clock. We'll take a good look at that room. Hey, wait for me. (PREDATOR RECORDS VOICE) Danny, no hero stuff, understand? (DISTORTED VOICE ECHOES) Watch your ass, Danny boy! She never made it. The Feds were waiting. Hustled her off in a chopper. Let me guess, a silver Alouette. That very one. 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. You might just get lucky. Lieutenant, luck... is my specialty. Yeah, I bet it is. Now, if you'll excuse me, Lieutenant, I've got some serious police work to attend to. Come to Papa. Hey! Hey! Are your balls OK? Fine. How are yours? Ha ha! Hey, you mind? She's my sister. Oh, you're not my sister, are you? Son of a bitch! Who are you really chasing, Keyes? Time to go to work. * (REPLAYS MIKE'S VOICE) Danny boy. (REPLAYS MIKE'S VOICE) Danny boy. Mike? (REPLAYS MIKE'S VOICE) Danny boy. (REPLAYS MIKE'S VOICE) Danny boy. Whoa! (SCREAMS) (SCREAMS) GUNSHOTS Please, no! (SCREAMS IN AGONY) WOMAN: 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. What about 10 commendations for valour? The best felony arrest record in this department's history? That, and my intervention on your behalf are the only reasons you still have a job, Harrigan. The Chief wanted to charge you with Detective Artuletta's death and suspend you. As it is, they left it in my hands. Now, this John Wayne attitude, flagrant disregard for policy is gonna end now. No one under my command is gonna impede the progress of this Federal Taskforce 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. We'll find Danny's killer. Captain, Danny and I came up together. 15 years on the fucking street! Whoever killed him's gonna pay. I'm gonna finish it. MAN: Hey! MAN: What is this? Listen, shithead. I don't give a fuck who you really are or what you want with this asshole. Now it's personal, and he's a dead man. The concept of what you're dealing with is way over your head. I'm warning you. You're wrong! You don't know what you're dealing with. 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. TV: ..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 spread carnage and blood in our streets! Our latest update on the scoreboard ` five assorted trash and one good cop ` one of our force's best. 'Who's next?' you say. Where's the Mayor? He's not here! Forget it. It's over. Mike, goddammit! This ain't your personal little war, you know! I loved Danny too. You told me, Lieutenant, you only survive here because you're a team. The door swings both ways, remember? All right, we'll do it together. Talk to me about Keyes. We've been on him for the last three days. And they're not looking for drug dealers. He was setting up these weird radar sensors all over downtown. Used my whole repertory to keep up with him! I had scanners on him, but they scrambled my shit up. They had equipment I can't begin to touch. And then this morning... I lost them. We lost them. Lost them where? Vernon and Industry. The slaughterhouse district? Yeah, in this heat. Whoa! I mean BO and barbecue. So, whatever Keyes is looking for, he's close to it. I want to meet King Willie. Willie and I seem to have the same problem. In the meantime, come with me. Mike, it's impossible. Just do it. MONITOR: Omega 1... We'll need an extension over here. We'll need an extension over here. This is Omega 1... We'll need an extension over here. There's only 22 minutes remaining on safe window of operation. Yes, sir. Verify that final telemetry check. Start your test...now. Scan track - three, two, one... Mark. KEYES: Number six. Power up on the UV banks. We're complete on the lower UV banks. Ready for testing. Second level, check for ambient temperature variations. You've got two minutes. Get going. To all units, you have approximately 20 minutes to finish your task. Roger. Increase this UV. Roger. Increase this UV. Confirm. Up 42%. 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! DISHES CLATTER, JARS FALL 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 this city, and they've cut me out completely. Can you examine any of the feds' evidence? 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. 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. What the hell is that thing? Don't know, but you can't buy one. Military? Either there's someone that got away from them, or something they want bad. Ah, we're getting closer to... CAR TYRES SCREECH Look out! LOUD RAP MUSIC Easy, kid. Put your gun away. King Willie will see you now. It's OK. Don't you want me to go? I'll call you later. Want me to follow you? I'll call you later. You want some ganja, man? (LAUGHS HEARTILY) Licence plate. 188... (Repeats) 188... (RECORDS VOICE) The door swings both ways, my ass! (HARRIGAN COUGHS) LOUD RAP MUSIC PLAYS (COUGHS HARSHLY) Thanks for the ride. You know...you guys really ought to cut down. They say you wanna talk to me. They say you offering me favours. Tell me why, Babylon, Mister Policeman. I want some information. Information. Mmm... About de one that's doin' all da killin'? He killed your people, now mine. I think you know who he is. (LAUGHS) I want him. I don't know who he is. But I know where he is. De other side. What are you talking about? Da spirit world, man. You see? It's always the same. There's no stoppin' what can't be stopped. No killin' what can't be killed. Hey! Make sense, man. This thing that's killin' your people and mine is from de other side. I can feel him all around. You can't see de eyes of the demon... until him come callin'. This is dread, man. Truly dread. Nothin' else for you here, policeman. Time to go. Prepare yourself. ROCK SPLASHES LOUDLY HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ELECTRICITY CRACKLES His foundation lies in the holy mountain. (SCREAMS) STEAM JET HISSES BONE CRACKS AND SPLITS BLOOD GURGLES THROUGH TUBE 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 out! A fitting demise to the prince of powder. HORN BLASTS REPEATEDLY LEONA: First Danny, then King Willie, and you were right there! He's playing with you, Mike. You've got to 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. Hot out of college and right into bed with the Strategic Defense Institute. Two years later, commissioned as a captain in air force intelligence. It's a dead end. We're way out of our league! I don't care how big this is, or who's involved, this guy killed Danny and he's gonna fall! 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 clinical 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 Artuletta had recently been in a slaughterhouse. Slaughterhouse! That's where I lost Keyes the first time! Yeah, that's where we'll find him. Take the metro along the beach line. I'll collect you at Vernon Station in an hour. Just because you don't see Keyes's boys doesn't mean they're not around. You stay in the car, OK? Your mom and I won't be long. 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. (MAKES MACHINE-GUN NOISES) Take that, you scum-sucking dog! (KEEPS MAKING GUNFIRE NOISES) PREDATOR MAKES CROAKING NOISE LASER MONITOR ZAPS AND BLEEPS LASER CLICKS OFF Want some candy? MOTHER: Brian? You come here right this minute! Mommy, I saw a ghost! (REPLAYS BOY'S VOICE) Want some candy? Rest. (REPLAYS) Want some candy? (WHISPERS) Danny's necklace. JERRY: I hate the subway in rush hour. Even if you find a seat, someone's either pissed in it or thrown up over it. This damn heat is killing me, man. Hey, hey - it's me! I look great. Shut up! No autographs, pop. Look, there's two seats right there. Don't touch me! Get off! Hey! Uhhh! This shit never ends. (SIGHS) After you. Asshole! Excuse me. Police business. Get outta my way! All right! (SPEAKS SPANISH) Hey, hello there! STEEL SCRAPES You look like a sympathetic dude. LAUGHTER My partner needs an operation. But we're kinda short of cash. Know what I mean? No need for that. LAUGHTER Get away from me! I know how to use this thing! Mine's bigger than yours! Ha ha! LAUGHTER METALLIC CLICKS Hold it! Police! We're in trouble now. Nobody move! OK. Everybody just take a deep breath. Loosen your sphincters. We don't need any rush hour Rambos. Drop it and sit down. LOUD CRASHES PEOPLE SCREAM Leona! This is it! He's in the train! Get these people out of here! Uhh, God! Jerry! SCREAMING AND SHOUTING GUNSHOTS Get down! Get down! Come on, get out of my way! Jerry? Leona! Leona, get 'em out! Go! GUNSHOTS SCREAMS AND SHOUTS Down! Down! I can't see! Aaaargh! (Chokes) GUNSHOTS SCREAMS (PANTS) Jerry! Leona, do it! Now! Aaaargh! Hey, over here! Yeah, that's right. Come and get it! Move it! Move it! Let's go! Let's go! Yeah! Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you?! Wait! Yaaaargh! Vamos! Come on. (GRUNTS AND GASPS) Keep walking! Come on, you too! Vamos! Come on, motherfucker. (LITTLE BOY'S VOICE) Want some candy? Let's dance! (SCREAMS) Come on, get outta the way! Come on! Come on! Out! Come on! BRAKES SCREECH SCREAMING Out! Out! Out! Get out! Move it! Go that way. That way! Towards the light. The light! Come on, get out! TERRIFIED SHOUTING Vamos. SPARKS CRACKLE (Gasps) (PANTS NERVOUSLY) Oh God. (GASPS) Oh! (WHISPERS) Jerry? Yaaaargh! HEARTBEAT POUNDS I didn't realise that the whole car had trapped my arm underneath. If I didn't wear that seat belt, I would've flown through that window. Today we're gonna give this arm a makeover. Ta moko is our written language. It's about life; it's about having courage and moving forward. That seat belt saved my life. That's why I'm here. I've been given another shot, so I've gotta make the most of it. * SIREN WAILS BRAKES SCREECH God! Not again! Move your asses! Move out of the way! What's happening? What's happening? Hey, Jerry! Oh, Leona. Leona! Oh, please. Leona. How's she doing? Deep shock, but she's alive. I'm picking up foetal heart tones. This woman is pregnant. Let's move it. LA County, stat! Stand back. One...two...three. Move it. Out of my way! Move outta the way! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa. Let me see. Where's Jerry? I don't know. We found his badge. Who got hit this time? Five gang members, a bunch of commuters. Doesn't make sense. They were all armed. What do you mean? It's the Chief. Wait here. Yeah? CHIEF: What's going on down there? It's a damn nightmare. Civilians this time. Were they all killed? Yeah. Just like the others. SOMETHING CLATTERS (COCKS GUN) SOMETHING CRUNCHES No! Jerry! SIRENS WAIL Holy shit! What the hell's going on here? Hey, guys! Get back here! Get the camera on this. Get your ass over here! EXCITED SHOUTING What's going on around here? Hey! Hey! Hey, Harrigan! More victims, more mutilation! Fuck you! GLASS SHATTERS RADIO: Are you there, Pope? What's going on? TYRES SQUEAL Uhhh! (HOWLS DEFIANTLY) MACHINES BEEP Sir, the cop is back. God! Come here. Harrigan! Don't you show up in the damnedest places! Come here, Lieutenant. I got something you might find interesting. What is this? I've told you ` you don't know what you're dealing with. MACHINE BLEEPS There's your killer. Wonderful, isn't it? Pheromone signature, left by his body. These are scent molecules. Punch up 3. 10 years ago, one of his kind 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. Why can't we see him? Defensive adaptations are astounding. It's somehow able to bend light. It's the perfect camouflage. It's the 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 won't miss the chance! MACHINE BEEPS We've detected 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 likes beef. I didn't think he was vegetarian. We've prepared a little trap for this predator. We are certain that this being can see in only one spectrum of light ` infra-red. Infra-red? He hunts by seeing our heat. Block the heat and he's blind. These suits insulate 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 him. You're gonna freeze him. We have to capture him. He's moving. Finally. Grab a seat. Enjoy the show. This is history. HYDRAULICS WHINE KEYES ON RADIO: Capture and isolation is our objective. Offensive 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? What's all this interference? Correcting the problem, sir. MACHINES BEEP MACHINES BEEP RAPIDLY They're moving into the second level. Target's still moving, heading towards the number two stairwell. Playing right into it. STAIRS CREAK (GROWLS SOFTLY) MACHINE BEEPS Wait a minute! It's stopped! STAIRS CREAK (GROWLS GUTTURALLY) MACHINE BEEPS (GROWLS SAVAGELY) (GROWLS) RAPID BEEPING It's moving back against the wall. It's backing up. It's moving away from them! He sees your boys, Garber! Sir, it's circling around behind them. Get them out, Garber. They'll walk into a trap! 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! Shit! Stop him! Uhhh! Ooooh! (CHOKES) Door. Open it. Go fuck yourself. OK, OK. Open the door. Yes, sir. You don't know what you're doing. LOCK BEEPS It's open. You'll ruin everything! You'll ruin everything! Fuck yourself! Defensive formation number one. Nitrogen guns, safeties off. Everyone else, lock and load. This is it. He's moving towards you from the right. Garber, where is he? I can't see him! He's right there. He's right there! Goddammit, where is he? Give me a coordinate! Where is he? Look out! Oh my God! Watch your crossfire! Aaaargh! SCREAMS AND SHOUTS Damn! I'm losing my pressure. AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE THUDS THINKS: Hope Mum didn't need her car for Zumba today. Hey, 49.3 ` same average as Kane Williamson. Wonder if he likes chips. THINKS: Did I brush my teeth today? I don't even remember, man. THINKS: I'm sick of having chips without tomato sauce... or aioli. Chicken salt'd be all right too. You have just a little vial of chicken salt in the glove box. (CAR HORN HONKS) THINKS: Ooh. Sorry, soldier. Yeah, chicken salt. Thanks, babe. THINKS: Sweet as, hon. Oh, I wonder if he's got some sauce I could borrow. (TYRES SCREECH) (SOUL MUSIC PLAYS ON CAR RADIO) (WATER BUBBLES) * Keyes! You all right? It's over here. Keyes, it's over here! Come on, dammit! Switch over. They're gone. They're all dead. (GROWLS) (DISTORTED VOICE) You want me? Here I am! ELECTRICITY CRACKLES (SNARLS) (GRUNTS) PRESSURISED GAS HISSES Ugh! You are one... ugly mother... (CREATURE GROWLS) Motherfucker. (CHOKES) (SNARLS AND SHRIEKS) Guess who's back! Too late to go home now! Get outta here, Harrigan. I'm gonna save your ass. It's between me and him! (WEAPON POWERS UP) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (MAN YELLS) (BLOOD SQUELCHES) (WHIMPERS) (WHIMPERS) (FAST, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (CREATURE GROWLS) (WHIMPERS) (FAST, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC STOPS) (BIRDS FLUTTER) Birds. Damn birds. (HARRIGAN YELLS) (HARRIGAN GROANS) OK, pussy face. It's your move. (GUTTURAL VOICE) Shit happens. (GROANS IN PAIN) BEEPING (GROANS) BUZZING Ugh! BUZZING BECOMES FASTER BUZZING BECOMES FASTER Aagh! SMASH! WEAPON BUZZES (Whispers) Oh God. That's all I need is birds. You can do it. I can do it. I can do it. Just like falling off a log. Oh! Like a 30-storey log. Damn! (GROWLS) Yeah, maybe I'll get lucky and fall. (GROWLS) Dammit! AAARGH! 'JEOPARDY' PLAYS ON TV Aringaria, who never set foot in England, was its queen for eight years after marrying this king on Cyprus. Good luck. Herb. (MAN SNORES) Herb, wake up! There's somebody in the bathroom! SIZZLING Herb! (GROWLS) SIZZLES AAAGH! Ugh! (GRUNTS) AAAGH! (SCREAMS) Ugh! Uh! Aagh! It's all right ` I'm a cop. I don't think he gives a shit. Get back inside! (GROWLS) Holy Moses ` not again! Shit! Son of a bitch. Oh God. (BREATHES QUICKLY) Why can't this guy stay on the ground? Come on. Come on. Come to Papa. Ahh! Stop the elevator! Stop it! AAAAHHH! Ugh! Agh! Ah! Aaahh! BUZZING Now where the hell am I? Where are you?! VOICE ECHOES Jesus Christ! (COUGHS) SUDDEN WHOOSHING NOISE AAGH! WEAPON WHIRRS Uh! Agh! WEAPON BUZZES Agh! (GROWLS) Whoargh! (SCREAMS) WEAPON WHIRRS (SCREAMS) That's right, asshole! Shit happens! PROLONGED BLOODCURDLING GUTTURAL SCREAM (GASPS) (PANTS) WHIRRING SOUND WHIRRING SOUND SINISTER GURGLING OK... who's next? GUTTURAL VOICE: Take...it. 1715? ENGINES WHINE ENGINE WHINE BECOMES FASTER AAAAGH! WHOOSH Agh! (SPLUTTERS) (SPLUTTERS) (PANTS) HELICOPTER APPROACHES Harrigan! What the fuck happened in there?! Huh?! POLICE SIRENS Goddamm it, we came so close! Don't worry, asshole. You'll get another chance. 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