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58-A   EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. OF HIS HAND - DAY              58-A

As it appears, pulsing in a pale magenta heat, low
to the ground, holding his weapon.  He lays down
the weapon, picking up the SCORPION, turning it
slowly in his fingers, examining it.  It looks like
an exotic flower, its color fading from sight,
turning to BLACK.

A low SOUND is uttered, something vaguely familiar
about it:  A NEARLY HUMAN VOICE, a distorted
imitation of Mac.

HUNTER
(o.s.; filtered)
Dillon, over here.

Again the phrase is uttered, improving, closer to
Mac's inflection and accent.

HUNTER
(o.s.)
Dillon, over here.

The Hunter lowers the pitch.

HUNTER
(o.s.)
Dillon, over here.

The last effort is a chilling simulation of Mac's
voice.

59     EXT. OBSERVER'S HAND - DAY                            59

Drops the scorpion and picks up the weapon which
changes instantly back to the Observer's skin tones.

59-A   EXT. OBSERVER'S P.O.V. - DAY                          59-A

He turns and focuses on the area where the team
left camp.

He crouches and springs to the lower branches of a
tree, grasping them with his clawed, three-fingered
hands, pulling himself up and through the branches
with astounding speed and simian-like dexterity; his
spurred prehensile feet, grasping and thrusting him
to a vantage point, fifty feet above the ground.

As he moves on, the jungle grows suddenly QUIET, as
if aware, sensing that the HUNTER is now stalking, no
longer observing!!!

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60     EXT. JUNGLE VALLEY - DAY                              60

The twilight world of a PREHISTORIC FOREST, filled
with gigantic plants and towering trees, overgrown
with vines and creepers.

The team, with Billy at point, walk alongside a
wandering STREAM BED, weirdly illuminated by SHAFTS
OF LIGHT, streaming through openings in the trees,
as if from spotlights, a hundred feet above.

It is midday, hot and humid, the air BUZZING with the
sounds of insects, the CRYING of birds and monkeys.
The men are moving fast and quiet, straining to see
into the dense jungle, aware of every sound, sweating,
quietly slapping at biting insects.

61     EXT. GIANT HARDWOOD TREE - DAY                        61

Lies across their path.  As the man climb over a
rotten section, Mac stops to assist Blain with his
Mini-gun.

MAC
I've seen some badass bush
before, but nothin' like
this, man.
(pause)
Little taste 'o home?

Blain nods and pauses to rest, looking around him
as Mac withdraws a small silver POCKET FLASK.  He
takes a nip, passing the flask to Blain who also
takes a sip.

BLAIN
I hear you bro, this is some
shit.  Makes Cambodia look
like Kansas.  Lose your way
in here, man, you be in some
kinda hurt.

Blain hands back the flask, Mac replacing it inside
his vest.  They do their hand dap, looking warily
behind them before they move on.

62     EXT. ANNA AND DILLON - JUNGLE - DAY                   62

Have fallen behind, Dillon looking worriedly ahead
at the them out distancing them.  Anna is keeping
her pace purposefully slow.  She trips on a root
falling to the ground.  She lies there, motionless.
He quickly reaches down to haul her to her feet.

(CONTINUED)

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62     CONTINUED:                                            62

DILLON
(urgently)
Shit.  Come on...

Like an uncoiled spring, Anna turns, flinging a
handful of DIRT into his face, momentarily blinding
him.  She lunges for his rifle with her bound hands.

Suddenly the BARREL of an MP-5 is thrust into her face.

Looking up she SEES Ramirez, calmly holding the weapon
on her, the look in his eyes indicating he'd hove no
trouble shooting her.

RAMIREZ
(in Spanish)
Don't try it.

She looks back at Dillon, wiping the dirt from his eyes.
She moves on.  Ramirez gives him a cold look as Dillon
hurries past.

RAMIREZ
(coolly)
You should put her on a leash,
Agent Man.  If you can't handle
her, just say the word.

Dillon moves on, ignoring Ramirez, who turns, scanning
the jungle behind him before moving on.  Dillon catches
up with Anna, turning her sharply by the chin.

DILLON
(cold; in Spanish)
Try that again.  Please.                           *

She looks at him contemptuously, undaunted.  She will
try it again.  She breaks away from his grasp and
moves on, Dillon watching her go, he won't hesitate
next time.

63     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            63

As he travels, directly overhead, timing his movement
with those of the team.  He moves lower, closer to
the slowly moving humans.

64     EXT. RIVER BED - DAY                                  64

The team moves cautiously through the winding stream
bed, now wearing their clothing in various stages of
disarray for comfort, sweat dripping from their bodies.

(CONTINUED)

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64     CONTINUED:                                            64

Billy, in the lead, picks his way along the riverbank,
his concentration rapt, aboriginal.  His face a
trancelike mask of expectation.

Blain, cradling the heavy Mini-gun as if it were a
toy, swings the weapon relentlessly across his field
of view.  He pauses to adjust the hanging, belted
loop of cartridges trailing from the back pack
magazine.  An INSECT lands on his face and is trapped
in the grease paint near his lips.  He draws the
hapless bug into his mouth with his tongue and quietly
spits it out, his concentration unbroken.

Mac follows, holding the M-60 high across his chest.

Schaefer, bent, cautious, his feet moving aside the
dry leaves on the ground, heel to toe and on foot
edges.  He glances around, checking the team's
position and progress.

Hawkins follows, his mouth open, breathing deeply,
exhausted, the radio a 60 pound demon.

Anna, struggling to climb a section of the stream
bank, slips on some loose dirt.  Unable to assist
herself with her hands tied, she nearly falls.
Dillon prods her with his rifle, forcing her to
her feet.  She scrambles up the bank, Dillon following.

65     EXT. RIVER BANK - DAY                                 65

As Billy enters a small clearing, bordered on one
side by the towering trees, carpeting the
mountainside.  High above in the thick, impenetrable
treeline, brightly colored birds SQUAWK loudly,
chasing each other from branch to branch.

Suddenly Billy stops.  Schaefer holds up his hand
and the team freezes in position.  An eerie SILENCE,
like a slowly falling curtain, descends over the
jungle until even the BUZZING and CLICKING of insects
have CEASED.

66     EXT. TEAM MEMBERS - DAY                               66

Sensing an ambush, move quietly into the foliage.
Dillon moves into the undergrowth, dragging Anna
with him.  He slings his MP-5 over his shoulder,
withdrawing his KNIFE.  Grasping Anna by her shirt
collar and pushing her to the ground he holds the
weapon near her throat.  Dillon signals to Ramirez          *
who approaches.  Dillon hands Ramirez the knife.

(CONTINUED)

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*
66     CONTINUED:                                            66

DILLON
Watch her.

Before Ramirez can respond, Dillon slips into the
undergrowth.  Ramirez holds the knife on Anna,
cautiously scanning around him for movement.

Unseen by Ramirez, Anna's outstretched hands slowly
tighten around a stout ROOT-BURL, lying loose on the
ground.

67     EXT. BILLY - AT THE RIVER BED - DAY                   67

He remains frozen and transfixed, staring into the
treeline.  Something is moving, fluid, silently and
downward, into the forest.  Billy remains rooted to
the spot, lost in concentration.

68     SCHAEFER                                              68

sensing something very wrong with Billy, moves alongside
Mac.

SCHAEFER
What's got Billy so spooked?

MAC
Can't say, Major...been
squirrely all mornin'...
fuckin' weird...sometimes
I think that nose of his is
too good...smells things that
ain't there.

Schaefer signals for Mac to cover him and then moves low
and quiet towards Billy.  Dillon appears, looking to
Mac for an explanation.  Mac ignores him, concentrating
on the jungle.  Dillon looks forward at...

Billy, his eyes riveted to the capony above, as he
unconsciously reaches to his throat, grasping a LEATHER
POUCH, secured to his neck by a thong.  He fingers the
MEDICINE BAG talisman.

69     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            69

As he slowly descends through the trees, moving
towards Billy, who's eyes search the treeline for
movement.

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70     BACK TO SCENE/SCHAEFER                                70

approaches Billy, gripping his shoulders and in a
hoarse whisper, speaks his name.

SCHAEFER
What is it...?

Billy, rigid, does not respond.  Schaefer forcefully
jerks his around to face him.

SCHAEFER
Billy...What the hell's wrong
with you?

BILLY
(low)
Something...in the trees...

71     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            71

Still closing in on Billy.  Billy turns back, looking
high into the trees, puzzled and frightened.  He's
lost sense of the Hunter's presence.  He lowers his
vision, looking towards the Hunter, now on the ground,
30 yards across the clearing from Billy.  The Hunter
pauses.

72     BACK TO SCENE/BILLY AND SCHAEFER                      72

BILLY
(whispers)
Can you see anything...
(points)
...there?

Schaefer stares hard at the jungle.

SCHAEFER
It's...nothing...

73     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            73

Moves behind a broad fern, skirting around Billy
and Schaefer, heading away from the column.

74     BACK TO SCENE/BILLY AND SCHAEFER                      74

Schaefer shakes his head, continuing to stare into
the jungle.  He turns to Billy.

SCHAEFER
What do you think...?

(CONTINUED)

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74     CONTINUED:                                            74

Billy turns, a puzzled look in his eyes.  He nods
in agreement.

BILLY
It's nothing...

75     EXT. ANNA AND RAMIREZ - DAY                           75

Sensing the danger has passed, Ramirez releases his
grip on Anna.  As they start to rise, Ramirez sheaths
his knife and unslings his MP-5.  Anna still stares
hard into the jungle.

Suddenly, without even looking, Anna with the trained
reflexes of an experienced fighter swings the BURL with
all her might, catching Ramirez hard on the side of the
head, just above the eye, opening a wicked gash.
Spinning around she knees him brutally in the groin.
As Ramirez goes down, doubled over in pain, Anna turns,
scrambling up the embankment, running for the jungle.

Ramirez CRIES out.

76     EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY                                   76

HEARING Ramirez' cry, Schaefer signals to Hawkins to
move.  Hawkins moves out, fast, heading towards the
sound...

77     EXT. HAWKINS - DAY                                    77

SEES Anna running away.  He gives chase.

Anna, although bound, is light and fit and runs fast,
hurdling fallen logs and branches, charging through the
undergrowth.  SHe has a good start.

Hawkins, hampered by the radio and weapon but in