Predators (2010) Poster


Mahershala Ali: Mombasa



  • [the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base] 

    Stans : What the hell is that?

    Isabelle : Who would do this?

    Mombasa : Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect.

    Stans : Whatever.

    Nikolai : It's a test. To see how we do under pressure.

    Isabelle : If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else.

    Cuchillo : Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire.

    Stans : I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens.

    Edwin : Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point.

    Mombasa : What if we are dead?

    Stans : I was going to be executed in two days.

    Nikolai : And I was in combat.

    Mombasa : So was I.

    Cuchillo : This is hell.

    Royce : Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?

  • [after the group narrowly escapes a heavily booby-trapped area, they find a rotting corpse whose chest is blown out] 

    Mombasa : We triggered a dead man's trap.

    Edwin : It's two weeks, judging from the rate of decomposition.

    Nikolai : He took up a position here. Shooting in all directions. This was a last stand.

    [Nikolai Checks the man's pocket and finds some documents] 

    Nikolai : United States Special Forces. This is strange. He is supposed to be deployed in Afghanistan.

    Stans : What's he doing here, setting traps for us?

    Royce : They weren't meant for us. He was hunting something else. Something a lot bigger.

    Edwin : Bigger?

    Royce : The trunk was a deadfall. Rule of thumb with a deadfall is you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was, got through the trip wires. And did this.

  • Stans : Hey, where are we going?

    Royce : Someone put us on this rock. There's got to be a way off it.

    [Falconer's aerial device flies overhead] 

    Stans : [Stans instinctively pulls out his knife]  What the fuck?

    Stans : [Stans looks at his knife then looks at how everyone else has a gun]  Hey. You know what? Fuck this. This is bullshit, man. I want a gun.

    Stans : [to Cuchillo]  Come on, man, you got two motherfucking guns, man. Somebody give me a gun.

    Stans : [to Nikolai]  Come on, Russian. You got a big fucking gun.

    Stans : [to Mombasa]  Come on, man. Give me a gun.

    [Stans puts his knife to Mombasa's throat] 

    Stans : Give me your gun. Right now. Give me your gun.

    Mombasa : [Mombasa puts his sidearm to Stans' chin]  I'm ready to die. Are you?

  • [they find Cuchillo's body in a trap] 

    Mombasa : Wound one man. Make him suffer. Make him bleed. Make him call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come. I know because I have done this.

    Stans : So we're gonna leave him here, right? Come on, look at him. He's done.There's nothing else we can do, right? Right?

    Royce : We leave him.

    Isabelle : I can't.

    Royce : Then, that's on you.

  • [Stans and Mombasa are fighting. Then just as Stans goes to hit Mombasa with a log, he sees the rest of the group watching them] 

    Stans : You with him?

    Isabelle : No.

    [Mombasa shoves Stans off] 

    Stans : Then why don't you mind your own fucking business?

    Isabelle : We have bigger problems right now.

    Stans : Okay, "boss". Whatever you say.

    Mombasa : [Grabs Stans]  I will finish, what *you* started!

    Stans : Strength in numbers huh?

    Isabelle : Something like that.

    Stans : Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?

  • [to Stans] 

    Mombasa : As bad as you are, those things are worse.

  • [a Predator dog is attacking Stans] 

    Stans : Help!

    [Stans starts stabbing the dog repeatedly] 

    Stans : Fuck you! Fuck you!

    Mombasa : [Mombasa shoots the dog and its blood splashes all over Stans]  Looking good there, boss.

  • Mombasa : [to Stans]  I will finish what you started.

  • [they all see the strung up Predator] 

    Stans : What the fuck is that thing?

    Isabelle : This is a mistake. We have to leave. Now.

    Edwin : [about Royce]  Where's the tough guy?

    Isabelle : He left us.

    Mombasa : It's here.

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