Predator script
Predator (1987)
Synopsis: Dutch (Arnold Schwarzenegger), a soldier of fortune, is hired by the U.S. government to secretly rescue a group of politicians trapped in Guatemala. But when Dutch and his team, which includes weapons expert Blain (Jesse Ventura) and CIA agent George (Carl Weathers), land in Central America, something is gravely wrong. After finding a string of dead bodies, the crew discovers they are being hunted by a brutal creature with superhuman strength and the ability to disappear into its surroundings.

FADE IN:

EXT. OUTER SPACE

The infinite blackness punctuated by a billion stars. As we slowly

DESCEND through the varied shades of blue of the Earth's atmosphere, we

HEAR the first strains of a haunting, Central American FLUTE, joined by

a swelling background of JUNGLE SOUNDS. We descend further, through a

lush JUNGLE CANOPY, backlit by a setting sun.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. JUNGLE COASTLINE - DAY (MAGIC HOUR)

Through a collage of shimmering HEAT-WAVES, a dark, OTHER-WORLDLY

OBJECT drops INTO VIEW, backlit by the fiery, ORANGE-RED sphere of a

setting tropical SUN, heading slowly towards us, floating, as if

suspended by the rising heat of the jungle.

Continuing to approach, the shimmering object resolves into a MILITARY

ASSAULT HELICOPTER, its rotors strobing in the fading sunlight. Drawing

closer, the SOUND of powerful TURBINES, throbbing in the heavy air,

becomes dominant, overpowering.

Guided by COLORED SMOKE and LANDING LIGHTS, the chopper looms hard INTO

VIEW, pitching forward and settling to the ground, kicking up a

maelstrom of dust and vegetation.

INT. COMMAND POST - DAY (MAGIC HOUR)

Where a MAN wearing a military UNIFORM watches through the large open

windows the helicopter as it continues to approach. Before the skids

have even touched down he SEES the first of the MEN, dressed in

CIVILIAN CLOTHES but carrying full COMBAT GEAR, alight gracefully from

the chopper, double-timing in close order to one side, the orders

SHOUTED by one man lost in the ROAR of the chopper.

The man turns away from the window, to a FIGURE, hidden in the shadows.

MAN:

He's here.

He turns back, lowering a BAMBOO SHADE, obscuring the window.

EXT. HELICOPTER PAD - NIGHT

On adjoining PADS, two other HELICOPTERS are VISIBLE; in the b.g. can

be SEEN several concrete and THATCHWORK BUILDINGS, a secret command

post disguised as a COASTAL FISHING VILLAGE.

The post in a flurry of activity, AMERICAN ADVISORS shouting directions

to dozens of LATIN AMERICAN SOLDIERS who stand by to assist the landing

helicopter and to load EQUIPMENT into the other choppers.

Inside the chopper, one man remains, stretched out against the

bulkhead, as if asleep. He stirs, sits up, lighting up a CIGAR. With

fatigue showing in his motion, he leans forward, descending to the

ground.

A JEEP pulls to stop, the man swinging casually into the front seat,

tossing his GEAR into the rear. With a lurch the jeep heads out towards

the command post.

In the doorway TWO MEN solemnly watch as the jeep approaches. Reaching

the command post the man alights from the jeep, heading towards the two

men.

Into the pool of light cast by the fixture above the door steps MAJOR

ALAN SCHAEFER, the team leader, 38, an intelligent and intense man. He

informally salutes, GENERAL H.L. PHILIPS, 55, hardened, close-cropped

graying hair, his nameplate and insignia identifying him as a member of

an elite commando unit in the U.S. Army. He clasps Schaefer warmly on

the shoulder.

PHILIPS:

(with affection)

You're looking well, Dutch.

SCHAEFER:

It's been a long time, General.

They walk up the stairs, entering the palapa, leaving the other man on

guard.

INT. PALAPA - DAY

Large, two room concrete floor, thatched walls and roof. Behind a

partially drawn curtain in the kitchen, a naked lightbulb hung from the

rafters illuminates a bank of compact FIELD RADIO EQUIPMENT, MAPS and

AERIAL PHOTOGRAPHS. Otherwise the rooms are primitive and stand out in

stark contrast to this high-tech invasion.

Philips and Schaefer enter the room.

PHILIPS:

(growing serious)

We've got a real problem here, something right up your alley.

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Jim Thomas

James E. "Jim" Thomas is a screenwriter based in California. With his brother John Thomas, he wrote and/or was substantially involved with the screenplays of several films - including Predator, The .. more…

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