Predator: Shit Happens. [Harrigan has stabbed Predator in stomach with Predator's disk blade, then shouts] Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: That's right asshole, Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [while pulling the disk blade out] shit happens! Danny Archuleta: A pro would have split the moment the action started. More than one we would have seen them. Whoever did this waited until the last second, took out six guys armed with machine guns by hand, then got by us. Maybe we should give him a job. Put him on the payroll. Gold Tooth: King Willie says, not only do I have to kill you, but I have to take your soul. Voodoo magic. Fucking voodoo magic, man! [laughs] Gold Tooth: But you know what? I tell you what I believe: shit happens! Peter Keyes: He's on safari. The lions, the tigers, the bears... oh, my! 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! King Willie: They say you want to talk to me. They say you offering me favors. Tell me why, Babylon, Mr. Policeman. Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [to Jerry] This is what I call the speech, kid. It's the only one I got and I only give it once, so pay attention. 'Til now, it's all been fun and games. "Cops and robbers," Dunkin Donuts. But you're in the shit now. Metro Command is a war zone. 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.
: That's right, Lieutenant. Other-world life forms. Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Huh? Peter Keyes: [sighs] A fucking alien. Tony Pope: This is Tony Pope, live from L.A, the city of fear. Where the psycho vigilante killer continues his daily diet for murder. Bodies strung out. Bodies with the skins ripped off. The hearts torn from the cadavers. And just recently, King Willie, the drug lord. The vicious drug lord, found in an alley just around the corner with his head cut off, and his spinal column torn from the body. A fitting demise to the Prince of Powder. Jerry Lambert: Lieutenant, I've paid my dues. I had to bust my ass to get my transfer. 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. Captain Phil Heinemann: You let me down, Mike. You're making me look bad. I thought we had an understanding. I put my ass on the line to get you here, and all I expect is a little cooperation! Now you were told that this was a federal matter, yet you disobeyed a direct order to stay out of the building. Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Don't let this get out, Phil, but it's a fuckin' war down here. Captain Phil Heinemann: You're a soldier, and you take orders. Now don't push it. Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: We're fighting for our lives down there, and you're downtown pushin' pencils and kissing ass! I don't roll over for anybody, especially for the feds, without a goddamn good explanation! Leona: First Danny, then King Willie, and you were right there. He's playing with you Mike. You gotta be careful. Leona: Mike... Mike, goddamn it. This ain't your personal little war, you know. I loved Danny too. Jerry Lambert: Shit, if the Colombians did all this, then why'd they leave their boss Ramon over there hanging ten and his girlfriend naked on the floor? Predator: Want some candy? Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Look, I don't care how big this is or who's involved. This guy killed Danny and he's going to fall! Captain B. Pilgrim: Heinemann's already been up my ass so far I won't be able to sit down for a week. We're not winning this war. As much as it's going to piss you off, you're going to have to play the game in this one. Peter Keyes: Finally. Grab a seat. Enjoy the show. This is history. Jerry Lambert:
Yeah. They're setting up these weird radar sensors all over downtown. I mean, I used my whole repertoire just to keep up with 'em. I had scanners on them, but they scrambled my shit up. They had equipment I can't even begin to touch, and then this morning... I lost 'em.