Predator 2 Page #4

Word is there may be as many as

Oh, man, it's Pope.

That parasite must live in his car.

I'll handle it. PR's my specialty.

Word is they want your ass off the job.

- Tony!

- Who the hell are you?

Your biggest fan!

Catch your show all the time.

- I got a job to do!

- Your job is to root for garbage elsewhere.

- Been inside?

- Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys...

...but we were told on a radio transmission

nobody goes in under any circumstances.

All units, be advised.

Federal offcers will handle investigation.

- We didn't hear that. Let's go.

- You're the boss.

This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...

Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?

OK.

Damn!

Look familiar?

F***.

Oh, God.

Ramon Vega, the crack king.

Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.

- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?

- Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.

That makes no sense.

This was a voodoo ritual.

I've seen it before. They took his heart out.

- What for?

- Terror tactics, man.

You know,

to scare the sh*t 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 Seaga in Jamaica...

...till he got too powerful.

The Jamaican chiefs

won't make a move without his approval.

So what the f*** happened?

Sh*t!

Hey, we got a survivor!

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 it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their

boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?

- It wasn't the Colombians.

- Our friend from the armoury.

Right.

We got a new player in town.

Come over here, Mike. Check this out.

What is that?

Looks like a spear tip or something.

This is a restricted area.

I want it cleared immediately.

You're walking on physical evidence.

- We'll take care of her.

- She's with me.

Lieutenant, I'd like

a word with you in private, please.

They say that persistence

is your most outstanding quality.

- I know this is your show...

- You're not listening to me!

You got a big nose and

you're sticking it too far in my business.

Maybe you can hear this.

The next time you cross me...

...you're gonna turn up missing.

- Garber, the man with the camera. Get him.

- Yes, sir.

- All right. Let's go.

- Stay away.

- Hey, f*** you, man! Give me my camera!

- Shut the f*** up.

Hey, wait a minute!

I got my rights! I'm ajournalist.

- 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. Search him.

Now you get the hell out of here.

Who the hell are you, Keyes?

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