King Willie: You can't see the eyes of the demon, until him come callin'.
[Harrigan runs through an old woman's apartment, chasing the Predator]
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: It's all right! I'm a cop!
Ruth: I don't think he gives a shit!
Tony Pope: Hey, Harrigan! More victims, more mutilations!
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [punches Pope] Fuck you!
[first lines]
Reporter: As drought-ridden Los Angeles swelters in agonizing heat, drug lords wage bloody warfare in the streets. Yet another open conflict... Oh, fuck this, get me out of here!
Peter Keyes: How many times do I have to tell you? You don't know what you're dealing with.
[clicks on computer]
Peter Keyes: There's your killer. Wonderful isn't it? Pheromone signatures left by his body. These are scent molecules.
[to worker]
Peter Keyes: Punch up for me. Ten years ago one of his kind stalked and
eliminated an elite special forces crew in central America. There were two survivors. They indicated that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rainforest to cover 300 city blocks. Remarkable weaponry. That's right lieutenant. Other-world life-forms.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: And that scares the shit out of me, kid. No one requests to come down here unless they're looking for a reputation. And there's no room for showboats or anyone looking to prove himself. Now, I won't stand for it. Now don't get me wrong, we need good cops down here and they say you're good at what you do. But the team comes first. You live by that and
you'll be okay, and we'll all be there for you. Remember, the door swings both ways. That's it.
[Jerry gets up to leave]
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Hey, kid. Welcome to the war.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [is surrounded by more Predators, drops the Predator's disc] Okay. Who's next?
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: I found this in the rafters near where I found Danny's necklace. I thought you might want to have a look at it.
[hands Predator weapon to lab woman]
Irene Edwards: It has almost no weight.
[feels it delicately with her fingers]
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Yeah but it cuts like steel.
Irene Edwards: let me do an analysis.
[reacts to analysis]
Irene Edwards: Astounding. It doesn't match anything on the periodical table of elements.
Tony Pope: Tony Pope, live with Hard Core. On the scene and in your face, it's like Dante's Hell down here. Smoke, fire, oppressive heat. As Columbian and Jamaican drug fiends once again transform the streets of L.A. into a slaughterhouse! Who the hell's in charge down here? The cops? Uh-uh! They're outmanned, outgunned, and incompetent! Mr. Mayor, on vacation at your home in Lake
Tahoe: Get off your butt, get down here, and declare martial law!