Isabelle: What happened to you? What made you so fucked up?
Royce: "There is no hunting like the hunting of a man. And those who've hunted armed men long enough, and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter."
Isabelle: That's pretty poetic. Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Royce: No,
actually. That was Hemingway.
[Royce is checking on Isabelle who is paralyzed with his back to Edwin]
Edwin: I didn't think you'd come back. But she, she never lost faith in you. I guess I owe you an apology. You are a good man after all.
[Edwin goes to stab Royce with his scalpel]
Royce: No. I'm not.
[Royce turns, disarms Edwin and sticks the scalpel into Edwin's
chin]
Royce: But I'm fast.
Stans: [to Edwin] You know, man, if we ever make it home, I'm going to do so much fucking cocaine. I'm gonna rape so many fine bitches. I'll be like, "What time is it? After 5:00? Damn. Time to go rape me some fine bitches."
Stans: You know what I'm saying?
Edwin: [humoring Stans] Oh, yeah. Totally. Like; 5:00, it's bitch-raping
time.
Stans: Mmm. Yeah.
[Edwin moves away from Stans and sits down next to Nikolai]
Nikolai: You should stay away from him.
Edwin: Yeah.
Isabelle: Hey, we need to rest.
Royce: So rest.
Isabelle: You look like you could use it too.
[Royce keeps walking, ignoring Isabelle]
Isabelle: You got a name?
Royce: Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this...
I'm better on my own.
Isabelle: Want to see something fucked up?
Isabelle: [Isabelle shows Royce a make-shift compass which constantly spins]
Royce: Well between that and the sun, I'd say we have a real problem.
Isabelle: What about the sun?
Royce: It hasn't moved since we got
here.
Isabelle: What do you think is really going on?
Royce: What do I think?
[Royce looks to Nikolai]
Royce: Spetznatz Alpha Group
[to Cuchillo]
Royce: Los Zetas Cartel Enforcer
[to Mombasa]
Royce: R.U.F., that's a death-squad from Sierra Leone
[to
Hanzo]
Royce: Yakuza Inagawa-kai
[to Stans]
Royce: The FBI's Most Wanted
[to Edwin]
Royce: and... him. They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong.
Isabelle: Belong to what?
Royce: I'd say we were chosen.
Isabelle: What about you?
Royce: What about me?
Isabelle: You know the jungle, all the players. I'm guessing Ex-Military, Black-Ops, probably Mercenary.
Royce: You got a problem with that?
Isabelle: Not at the moment.
Royce: Good.
Edwin: Excuse me. Just what the hell is going on here?
Royce: We're being hunted. The cages. The soldier. All of us. All brought here for the same purpose. This planet is a game preserve. And we're the game. In case you didn't notice, we just got flushed out. They sent the dogs in, just like you if you were stalking boar or shooting quail. They split us
apart and they watched. Testing us.
Isabelle: How do you know this?
Royce: Because, that's what I would do.
Royce: [to Noland who is wearing a Predator mask] What the fuck are you?
Noland: [Removes mask] I'm alive. You talk too loud. Smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, if I can hear you, they can, too. Storm coming soon. This way.
Isabelle: Wait. Who are you?
Noland: [in sing-song voice] Noland, run
away, live to fight another day.
Noland: I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with.
[Hanzo finds the Samurai Katana]
Hanzo: This is old. Very old. They've been doing this for a long time.
Edwin: So you speak English.
Hanzo: Yes.
Edwin: Why don't you say more?
Hanzo: Because I talk too much.
[holds up his left hand to reveal his pinky and ring finger have
been chopped off]
Stans: [Nikolai is looking at a picture] Who's that?
Nikolai: My kids. Big one, Ilya. And that's Sascha.
[Nikolai hands the picture to Edwin]
Stans: [Stans lifts up his shirt to reveal a tattoo of a big breasted woman] Uh... This is, uh, Candy Lee. Tits like Howitzers.
[he pokes the breasts with his fingers as if to
play with them]
Edwin: Is that your girlfriend?
Stans: No. It's my sister.
Noland: Anyway, there's two different types of them out there. Hmm? Now, they're similar, but they're different. It's kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The one's that are running things up there, the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones. It's some kind of blood feud, I guess. Been going on for a long time.
Royce: They do this just for
sport?
Noland: Oh, yeah, they bring in fresh meat season after season. I mean, shit you wouldn't believe. Bring it in, hunt it and kill it. In that order.
Noland: Anyway, every once in a while, once of us kills one of them. And, let me tell you, that's when they get interested. See, they learn quick. They adapt. They develop a whole new set of skills. They come back the next season in threes, always in threes. Their armor might've changed, or their weapons have changed, or their tactics have changed. It's amazing
Nikolai: So, it's like evolution. They're trying to make themselves into better killers.
Noland: Mmm hmm.
Royce: You said they come back.
Noland: They got a ship.
Royce: A ship?
Noland: Yeah. It's 30 yards from their camp.
[to his imaginary friend]
Noland: I told you they wouldn't see it. I told you they wouldn't.
[Stans jumps on Berserker's back and starts stabbing him repeatedly]
Stans: Die, you space faggot! Who do you think you're dealing with, hoss? Is that all you've got?
[to the group]
Stans: GO! GO!
[Berserker throws Stans off of himself]
Stans: [laughing maniacally] Come on. Come on! COME ON!
Isabelle: [Isabelle punches Royce] You set us up. He led us into that death camp, then hid and waited for that thing to strike. We were bait.
Royce: I needed to know who we're up against. Now I do.
Stans: A man is dead because of that.
Royce: This morning you were ready to kill him.
Stans: Well it ain't this goddamn morning, is it?
Royce: Well at least he didn't die in vain.
Stans: Why? So we could find out firsthand what it feels like to have our asses kicked?
Royce: No. We found out that there's more than one of them. That they use projectile and energy-based weapons. That they have
some sort of cloaking device. That they're bigger than us, stronger, but also heavier.
Noland: You want to survive? You dig in deep. You stay hid.
Stans: Yeah, well, we're gonna go with door number two. How do we get out of this valley?
Noland: Oh. Ten seasons. First two seasons... No, three seasons I was there, I was walking in the same direction, trying to reach the edge of the preserve.
[Starts laughing]
Noland: Let me tell you something, there ain't no edge of the preserve.
Royce: Maybe you and your friend wanna tell me about that ship.
Noland: Let's see. That's a brilliant idea. Brilliant. The whole time I've been here, it never occurred to me to commandeer the alien spacecraft. But I wouldn't know how to fly it. He would. Of
course, you know how to fly it?
Royce: I'll give it a shot.
Noland: [laughs] Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. No noise. They're out there. They're always out there. Water in there. Help yourself. All of you.