tremendous shape, thunders after her, closing the
distance.

78     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            78

As he passes from behind a large tree, surrounded by
dense foliage, SEEING the fleeing Anna.  He watches
her and then begins to move parallel with her, only
faster, the green of the jungle rushing by in a blur.

79     EXT. ANNA AND HAWKINS - DAY                           79

Anna, bursting through a grove of ferns, drives on,
breathing hard with the exertion.

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79     CONTINUED:                                            79

Hawkins, ten yards behind, closing the distance,
taking advantage of any hesitation Anna makes,
struggling with the dense jungle.

Anna hits a small clearing, an alleyway through
the trees.  She sprints hard across the clear
ground.

80     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                            80

Moving through the jungle.  As he steps clear of
the foliage he SEES Anna driving hard into the
alleyway, running directly towards him.  Twenty
yards away, Hawkins, closes in.

81     BACK TO SCENE/HAWKINS                                 81

Only a few feet behind Anna, lunges forward, knocking
her to the ground.  In a second he's on her, his
weapon ready.  She struggles to her feet, fighting,
gasping for breath.  Hawkins holds the MP-5 on her,
looking at her, almost pleading.  He doesn't want
to shoot her, but he will if he has to.

HAWKINS
Please...

She looks at the weapon, to Hawkins and then,
hopefully, to the jungle.  She stops, staring hard
down the alleyway.  Something...suddenly she sees it!

ANNA
(in Spanish)
Look out, behind you!!!

Hawkins spins...

82     EXT. HAWKINS AND ANNA'S P.O.V. - DAY                  82

SEEING the MOTTLED OUTLINE of the Hunter's body,
racing towards them, as if the entire wall of the
jungle were rushing in.  The Hunter's WEAPON
flares to life.

83     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - ANNA AND HAWKINS - DAY         83

As he hurtles towards them, their faces frozen in
surprise.

84     BACK TO SCENE/ANNA AND HAWKINS                        84

A splitting THUD as Hawkins is hurtled backwards into
the undergrowth, the Hunter's hand and WEAPON flashing

(CONTINUED)

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84     CONTINUED:                                            84

through the air.  BLOOD splashes on Anna's face.
She SCREAMS as Hawkins' MP-5 FIRES a short BURST
into the air.

85     EXT. RIVER BED - DAY                                  85

HEARING the GUNFIRE, Schaefer WHISTLES low and sharp.
Ramirez, face bloody, swings into action, moving in a
coordinated defensive/offensive pattern into the
jungle.

86     HAWKINS/BACK TO SCENE                                 86

The Hunter's ARM and SPUR hook into Hawkins' leg, and
he is dragged into the jungle.

87     EXT. RAMIREZ - DAY                                    87

Ramirez runs forward ten paces, drops to a crouch,
scanning to each side.  Immediately Schaefer runs
forward twenty paces.  As he passes Ramirez, Ramirez
turns and scans the rear and flanks.

Dillon, Mac and Blain repeat the maneuver, leap-frogging
forward, canvassing the jungle, providing areas of
intersection cover.

88     EXT. RAMIREZ                                          88

Entering the alleyway where Hawkins was killed he SEES
Anna, cowering in the bushes, her blood splattered
face glazed with terror, his eyes vacant.  He
approaches, angry, wary, but the girl is so stunned.
He SEES the trail of BLOOD and CRUSHED GRASSES leading
into the jungle.  He gives a LOW WHISTLE and then moves
on, the rest of the team assuming defensive positions
around the clearing.

He follows the trail, finding first Hawkins'
blood-covered weapon, and then, a few yards later,
the radio.  Ramirez cautiously parts the brush before
him.  A look of puzzlement and then revulsion comes
of his face.

89     EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY                                   89

Blain and Mac at either end, cautiously searching
the jungle; Billy covering their flanks.

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89     CONTINUED:                                            89

Schaefer and Dillon approach Anna.  She seems unaware
of their presence, staring numbly ahead.  Schaefer
checks her out, looking for wounds, he wipes some of
the blood from her face.

SCHAEFER
It's not her blood.

Ramirez emerges from the jungle carrying Hawkins'
MP-5 and radio.  He approaches, dumping the equipment
on the ground.

RAMIREZ
Major, you'd better take a
look at this.

SCHAEFER
Hawkins?

RAMIREZ
(oddly)
I can't tell.

90     EXT. SCHAEFER AND RAMIREZ - DAY                       90

Dillon in the b.g., as Ramirez parts the brush with
his weapon.  Before them, covered with dirt and
leaves, are Hawkins' ENTRAILS.  There is no body.

SCHAEFER
(shocked)
What in God's name...?

RAMIREZ
I think it's Hawkins.

SCHAEFER
Where the hell is his body?

RAMIREZ
There's no sign of it.

91     EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY                                   91

The entire team is gathered, still holding defensive
positions.  Anna, still stunned, is beginning to
come around.  She looks up at Schaefer.  He turns to
Ramirez.

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91     CONTINUED:                                            91

SCHAEFER
Ramirez, ask her what
happened.

Ramirez drops to one knee and talks softly to her in
SPANISH.  She mutters incoherently in Spanish, still
dazed, shaking her head.  Dillon listens closely to her
response.  Ramirez turns to Schaefer.  He seems
confused.

RAMIREZ
She says...the jungle came
alive, and took him...

DILLON
That isn't what she said...
she said...
(pondering; to
Ramirez)
...she doesn't make sense.

RAMIREZ
(growing angry)
Couple of sappers been
trailing us all the way from
the camp, Major.  Billy heard
them.  She set us up, ran
for it...They were waiting.
I should've wasted the bitch
when I had the chance.

Schaefer, looking at Hawkins' bloodstained equipment
lying at Anna's feet, looks up.

SCHAEFER
(quietly)
Why didn't they take the
radio and his weapon?
(pause)
Why didn't she escape?

Ramirez and Dillon look at the equipment and then
to the girl, still numb with shock.

DILLON
(grimly; remembering)
They did the same thing to
Davis...

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91     CONTINUED:  (2)                                       91

The two veteran commandos look at each other, finding
no explanation between them.

SCHAEFER
(urgent; to the others)
I want him found.  Sweep
pattern and double back.  Fifty
meters.

They move out.  Schaefer moves into the jungle,
searching.  He crouches at the base of a huge
MAHOGANY TREE, covered with vines, studying the
jungle.  He moves away from the tree and into the
forest, looking for signs on the ground.

Where he was sitting, a DROP OF BLOOD falls.  Another
drop falls, dripping from a leaf and above that, from
another leaf.  Above that, high in the top of the
tree, SUSPENDED from vines from his ankles, is
HAWKINS' BODY, his chest a gaping wound.

He hands there as if he were an animal, field dressed.

92     EXT. BLAIN - DAY                                      92

Crouched in the undergrowth.  There is a movement in
the brush before him.  He wipes the sweat from his
eyes and clicks his safety on the Mini-gun to fire.

The SOUND is growing closer.  Blain levels the weapon.
A smile crosses his face.

BLAIN
(whispers)
Come on in you fuckers...come on
in.  'ol 'painless' is waitin'...

The movement in the brush is GROWING LOUDER.  Blain's
finger moves closer to the trigger.

Suddenly a small TAPIR bursts through the leaves,
startling Blain.  He relaxes momentarily as he
watches the animal scurrying from sight.  He
stands...

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SOMETHING grazes his shoulder, a gout of BLOOD erupting.
He starts to turn, the Mini-gun held low, ready to
fire...

...from out of the jungle, 75 feet away, the Hunter's
WEAPON streaks toward him like a missile.  He SCREAMS
as it enters his back, erupting from his chest in an
EXPLOSION of BLOOD.

93     EXT. MAC - DAY                                        93

Has heard Blain's cry.  He moves fast through the brush.
He HEARS a RUSTLING in the bushes.  A wet SUCKING SOUND.
Mac charges into the clearing.  In the instant before
the Hunter disappears into the forest, Mac SEES a vision
so brief and fantastic that it seems like a
hallucination.

The Hunter's EYES flare momentarily from the green
before they vanish.

Mac sees his friend, lying on the ground, his chest
open, the powerful man, dead.

MAC
(shouting)
Contact, 30 Right!!!

He OPENS FIRE with his M-203, belted shells slamming
into the weapon from the magazine at his waist,
expending it in one LONG BURST.

94     EXT. THE OTHER TEAM MEMBERS - DAY                     94

Flying through the jungle, weapons ready, eyes searching
for movement.

95     EXT. MAC - DAY                                        95

He throws down the weapon and with a cry of rage, lunges
forward, grabbing the Mini-gun.  As he stands, the
CARTRIDGE BELT, attached to Blain, strings out between
them.

He opens FIRE and the foliage before him EXPLODES with
the fury of the terrible weapon.  Mac sweeps the
Mini-gun from left to right, like a man possessed,
mowing down the jungle.

The other team members race INTO SIGHT and begin firing
with Mac.

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95     CONTINUED:                                            95

Ramirez opens FIRE with the SIX-SHOOTER grenade
launcher...EXPLOSIONS rock the jungle.

96     EXT. HUNTER - DAY                                     96

Moving.  A piece of SHRAPNEL cuts his shoulder.  A
splash of ORANGE BLOOD spatters across the LEAVES
of a nearby tree, bullet holes ripping through the
surrounding foliage.

97     BACK TO SCENE/MAC                                     97

More FIRING.  Mac, his weapon expended, continues
to thrust the Mini-gun forward, still squeezing the
trigger.

Suddenly, as quickly as it started, THE FIRING STOPS.
The men move catlike into the jungle, reloading,
searching, their nerves taut, stretched to the limit,
ready to fire again at any second.

Mac is frozen, eyes wide, unblinking, his breath
coming in rapid gasps as he stares into the jungle,
still squeezing the trigger of the weapon, its
breech locked open, GUNSMOKE wafting from the chamber
and barrel.

Schaefer moves in front of Mac, still staring into the
jungle.  Dillon pushes Anna into the clearing, moving
towards the body.  Anna looks at the body and then up
to Mac.  Schaefer sees a terrifying moment of