Corpse Grinders, The (2025)

[bunniefuu]

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(wind whooshing)

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(speaking foreign language)

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Jorge, (speaking foreign language).

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(insect buzzing)

(light clicks)

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(camera shutter clicking)

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Oh, my God!

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(insect buzzing)

(man screaming)

Jorge?

Jorge, where are you?

(wasp buzzing)

(insect buzzing)

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(man screaming)

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Hola, Seorita Humphries!

Luis, come on over.

You're gonna want to see this.

Herpetotheres cachinnans.

The laughing falcon,

known for its loud and distinctive call.

He ain't laughing now.

Well, that's because a Belizean botfly

laid an egg in its ear.

And when the larvae hatched,

he ate its way out through its brain.

They say the botfly is

attracted to excessive ear wax,

so better watch them ears, Luis. (Laughs)

So what's going on?

What you got there?

Something I think you

all will want to see.

Where did you get this?

It washed up along the Mopan River

just a few miles from here.

"Transgen Tech." What does that mean?

This belonged to my father.

Your father?

You never told me he worked down here.

He didn't tell me either.

He disappeared before he

had the chance. (Sighs)

That area is off limits

to scientists, tourists,

and especially gringos.

My father vanished

three months ago, Luis,

and now we finally have a clue

to what might have happened.

And now you just want me to ignore it.

I only met your father

once, the day he arrived.

You are just like him.

(speaking foreign language)

Thank you, Luis.

Buena suerte, seorita.

I hate to see you go missing, too.

Come on.

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Camera's ruined from the water damage.

(camera beeping)

SD card still works.

What the hell are we looking at?

I don't know.

I've never seen anything like it,

especially not that size.

Looks like an abandoned field lab.

So what do we actually

know about Transgen Tech?

Not much.

Before today, it was nothing,

only one long wild goose chase,

leading to one dead end after another.

Gina, what the hell is going on?

Your father just disappeared

and you didn't even tell me?

My father really loved field work.

He said he only felt alive

when he was knee-deep in an anthill

or romping around in the rain forest.

When I was little, he would

disappear for months at a time.

Sometimes he'd just fall

off the grid for weeks.

All I would get would

be these little mementos

for my birthday.

Then one night out of

the blue, I get a call,

which is already weird,

because he never calls me.

And there's something wrong.

I can hear it in his voice.

He's in trouble.

And what did he say?

(sighing) He said that he loved me,

that he was really sorry,

that he'd make it all up to me.

And then I didn't hear from him.

The authorities traced the call

to some fleabag motel in Belmopan,

but all they found was his ID badge.

Transgen Tech.

Yeah.

After that, the trail went cold.

And how come you never

came down here to look?

(Gina clears throat)

Oh, that's why we're here, isn't it?

That's what you and Luis have

been up to this whole time.

And that's why you disappeared

for hours and hours every night.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

Who do you think you

are anyway, Lara Croft?

I didn't think you would come

if you knew the real reason.

And we sure as hell wouldn't

have gotten that grant.

You really should have told me.

I know.

I'm sorry.

(scoffs) Belizean botfly?

I should have known something was up.

So what did the authorities say?

They said, "Just another

gringo lost in the jungle."

So tell me more about your father.

What, are you all on

the case now or something?

Well, I can't exactly

let you go wandering

the rain forest alone, now, can I?

I mean, even Lara Croft needs a sidekick.

You know that sidekicks

never make it into the sequel, right?

That's fine.

I'm willing to take my chances.

All right, so Dad was really

into bio genetic engineering.

Mosquitoes to combat the dengue fever

and the kissing bugs to slow

down the spread of Chagas.

Well, whatever that was,

it was no kissing bug.

Yeah.

I have a feeling that

if we want to find him,

we're gonna have to

find out what that was.

We don't have a whole lot

here to go off of, though.

Most digital cameras have

geo-locational tagging.

Cross your fingers.

Jackpot.

Cayo District.

No, you heard Luis.

That's way out of bounds.

We can't go there.

If there's any chance

my father is alive,

any chance at all, I'm gonna have to go.

I really don't like you sometimes.

I know.

We leave first thing in the morning.

(engine revving)

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What's that?

Monkey.

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All right, there, there, there.

(both laughing)

(engine rumbling)

Oh, yeah.

Little early, isn't it?

Ha.

It's been one of those days.

What's the forecast?

Forecast is hot and heavy.

Mountain rebels are up and active

up in these points here,

here, and in the northeast.

All right, cut the crap, Meyers.

You can't even look me in the eyes.

What's the real intel?

Transfer's up.

Unbelievable.

Guess I'm sharing this with you.

That the good stuff?

Only the best.

Yeah, most of the guys in country here,

they'd give their arm

and a leg to go back, but.

I want to stay.

I love the jungle.

Every dog has its day, John.

Today's yours.

(glasses clinking)

(engine rumbling)

What's going on?

What's happening?

- Look ahead.

Any way around it?

Not unless you want to

hike for the next three days.

Let's go for it.

Let me do the talking, okay?

You'll just end up getting

us deported or worse.

He's coming.

- Excuse me, ladies.

I'm gonna need you guys

to turn this jeep around

and head back the way you came, please.

Oh, actually, we're

just forestry students

from the university.

Our group's already camped

up in the mountains.

This is a restricted area.

I'm gonna need you to

turn around and head back.

I understand,

but we just need to get

there before nighttime.

We're American citizens.

Look, let me show you.

Listen, I'm not gonna

warn you two again.

Turn this

All right, all right,

look, Mister Officer, we're

not gonna turn around.

So either you let us

through, arrest us, whatever.

We're not going back.

Did you really think

that was going to work?

Yes.

I mean, we're not deported.

Or worse, remember?

This is the "or worse."

Guess I shouldn't complain.

At least you managed to get us arrested

before getting us k*lled.

Day's still early.

(door opens)

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All right, there's no

point in lying to us anymore.

We know exactly who you both are.

What we don't know is what

you're trying to do here.

Okay, we're not forestry students.

We're scientists,

but the real reason we're here

is because my father's missing.

His last known location

was near these mountains.

We just want to pass through.

After that, you'll never see us again.

Not gonna happen.

You have any idea why

we're stationed here?

I'm guessing it's

not a goodwill mission.

Is it jungle training?

Too much reality TV for you kids, huh?

This country can't even look

after its own g*dd*mn borders,

so US South Com sets us here

to police against t*rrorists, rebellions,

and drug runners.

Why'd you list drug runners last?

Because they're the worst.

Our secondary mandate

is to protect civilians

and to keep crazy scientists like you two

from getting yourselves k*lled.

Got it?

Isn't your mandate also

to protect American citizens

who have been lost or

kidnapped under your watch?

No one's been lost or

kidnapped under my watch.

Dr. Herbert Humphries has.

That would be my father.

Three months ago.

Ha.

Hate to break it to you,

but three months is like

three years in this jungle.

Well, I have some

captivating evidence for you.

This was recovered from

the SD card in his camera.

Taken three days ago.

That means he's still out

there somewhere alive.

Hmm.

What do you think, Meyers?

You feel like one last

h* or ah before I'm stateside?

Got nothing left to lose.

All right, let's go find your daddy.

Yes!

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So what is it that's so

bad out here anyways?

You don't want to know.

Out here in the jungle, there's

stuff you ain't gonna find

in the bottom of a Petrie dish.

Out here, you're bottom of

the food chain. (Laughing)

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(expl*si*n booming)

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(g*ns firing)

Hit the deck!

(g*ns firing)

Cover!

Cover!

Go, go!

- Yates!

[Man] Cover!

Go!

Go!

- Stay with the girls!

Get down!

(g*ns firing)

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Hello, Foxtrot Six Two!

This is Charlie Two One Alpha, over!

(g*ns firing)

Incoming enemy fire, over!

(g*ns firing)

Paulo!

Stop firing!

Hold your fire!

Beastman, is that you?

Ah, Jaguar, I should have known.

Yes, that's definitely you.

Why don't you and your

men just drop your weapons

and get the hell out of here.

We're just passing through, no trouble.

No blood need be shed

here today, Beastman.

We only want your vehicles,

your weapons,

and your women.

No chance in hell, voodoo man!

Don't say you haven't

been warned, Beastman.

We're gonna take them the hard way!

(g*ns firing)

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Aah!

Cover me!

I'm gonna flank them!

Copy that!

Flank!

Flank!

(g*ns firing)

(man groans)

Grenade!

(expl*si*n booming)

(g*ns firing)

Aah!

(expl*si*n booming)

Incoming!

(expl*si*n booming)

(g*ns firing)

(g*n firing)

[Jaguar] Next time, Beastman!

Anybody hurt?

Everything's clear!

All right.

Come on.

(ominous music)

So now what?

We get the hell out of here.

Mission's over.

What?

I'm not risking my men's lives for this.

I'm really sorry about your men,

but there is something really wrong here.

Listen.

I don't hear a thing.

Exactly.

The only time the jungle goes this quiet

is if there's a really

large predator around.

[Soldier] Hey, boss,

you call in air support?

Nope.

[Meyers] Incoming!

(ominous music)

(all buzzing)

Take cover!

(g*ns firing)

[Gina] Rhonda!

Get down, get down!

(g*ns firing)

(g*ns firing)

(man groans)

(g*ns firing)

(Ortega grunting)

[Yates] Ortega!

(Norving screaming)

Norving!

(g*n firing)

sh**t that thing!

sh**t it down!

(g*ns firing)

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(Ortega groaning)

- [John] How's Ortega?

- Not good.

He's not gonna make it back to base.

All right, we're gonna have

to go someplace closer then.

Hey, Simpson, Jennings, get over here!

Help get Ortega on the back

of the truck, all right?

We're going to Jaguar's village.

It's closer.

Isn't that guy who

just tried to k*ll us?

(wasp squealing)

You let me worry about that.

(g*n firing)

What is that?

I don't know.

There's something you're not telling me.

I could say the same thing for you.

All right, well, say whatever you want.

We're out of here.

We can't leave.

Watch me!

What about the bug?

Yeah, we're taking this with us.

You can do whatever the

hell you want with that.

Just make it fast.

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When you said there are worse

things in these mountains,

things that no armor

could protect you from,

were you talking about the Garinagu?

No.

I was just talking about

Jaguar, their leader.

The guy thinks he's

got some magical powers

that make him bulletproof.

It's bullshit!

What about those things?

You ever see anything like that before?

Look, only 10% of this

jungle's been explored.

Who knows what's out there?

Only a matter of time

before we ran into something

more dangerous than Jaguar.

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(Ortega moaning)

(engine rumbling)

All right, grab your gear.

Someone help Yates with Ortega.

We're on foot from here.

Let's move.

What about the bug?

You can bring that nasty

thing if you want to.

I'm not carrying it.

Look, many insects are repelled

by the smell of their dead.

This bug could be our best defense.

These are our best defense.

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It's not much further.

[Meyers] Step it up!

Come on!

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Whew.

Don't these things ever shut up?

Well, just be glad you're hearing them

and not seeing them.

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Oh, no way.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Worst-case scenario,

we all go for a swim.

I know, I know.

I'll make it up to you when we get back.

I have bug juice in places

that you don't even want to know.

There is no making this up to me.

Guess I'm off the hook then.

Come on.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I've been expecting you, Beastman.

Welcome back. (Chuckles)

Have you finally come to face your demon?

Look, one of my men is dying.

Many of my own men are dead,

four at your hands alone.

What makes you think I

wouldn't just skin you alive

and feed you to the spirits of the jungle?

Because both of us know

there's something else

out there besides us,

something else that hunts men,

a real beast that even you're afraid of.

(ominous music)

So if we work together, both

of our people can survive.

That's why I think I'm better off

to you alive than skinned alive.

For now, but there's a still a debt

of blood which must be paid.

You owe me four souls.

Well, when this is all said and done,

you can do whatever you want to me.

But save my guy

and leave the rest of

them out of it, okay?

(laughs) The spirits admire such courage

and so do I.

This way.

Let's move.

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There.

Careful.

Easy.

(Ortega groaning)

Go on.

(Ortega groaning)

(Jaguar chanting in foreign language)

Your women must leave.

(Jaguar chanting in foreign language)

Hey, Meyers, check that GPS.

See if you can track down our men.

(GPS beeping)

(Jaguar chanting)

(Ortega groaning)

What's that?

Bones and cocaine for the pain.

Hey, Meyers, we're

gonna leave that one out

of the report, okay?

In fact, leave it all out.

(eerie ambient music)

(Jaguar chanting)

(Ortega groaning)

[Jaguar] Eat.

(grunts) Oh, no.

Come on, Ortega.

Hey!

Hey!

Eat it, come on.

That's an order!

Swallow!

(Jaguar chanting)

Ortega?

Ortega!

Is he gonna be all right?

The spirits of the jungle

will decide his fate.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, don't thank me yet.

I don't work for free,

and we have much to discuss.

El Bicho Diablo.

The Devil Bug.

For generations, our people have lived

in peace and harmony

with the animal spirits of the jungle.

That peace have been

disrupted by El Bicho Diablo.

It does not belong here.

The spirits cannot rest.

So you've seen these before?

No.

Legend foretold their coming

as a great plague to wash away evil.

We felt their presence

these past few months,

growing every day.

But they do not attack.

This village is protected by the jungle.

Your people brought this

plague upon the land.

What do you mean, "your people"?

We had nothing to do with this.

That may not be entirely accurate.

Are you telling me that you knew

what we were dealing with the entire time?

That's not entirely true.

Stop lying to me and start talking now!

All right.

My father was an entomologist

like me, insects.

Only his specialty was

genetic engineering.

Oh, you didn't think that

this was relevant information?

He was working for some

company called Transgen Tech.

He never told me what he was working on,

and I couldn't even find any evidence

that the company really existed.

Then this turned up in a backpack

with photos from three days ago.

As far as what those things are out there,

you know as much as I do.

Yeah, well,

that's not enough.

You need to find out everything

you can about these bugs,

everything if we're gonna go after them.

So get to work.

Did you just say "go after them"?

What happened to abandon the mission?

Well, that was before

they took four of my men!

And I'm getting them back!

Hammond, the chances of

those men still being alive

Are a hell of a lot better

than the chances of

your father being alive,

but we went looking for him, didn't we?

Okay, you're right.

I'll get to work.

And no more secrets.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Sure you're not gonna

miss this kind of thing?

Yeah, right.

Where the hell is everybody?

That voodoo man took them

over to those sleep shacks.

Says we got to stay the whole night.

It's too dangerous.

It's for our own good.

Well, that's bullshit.

Says they got something

planned for us later.

You do realize these guys

are cannibals, don't you?

I don't have anything to worry about.

I'm too bony.

But you, on the other hand,

you're like a four-course

meal and dessert.

Not on my watch.

You find our guys yet?

(GPS beeping)

Eh, I got four signals.

Faint.

It's about 12 clicks this way

through dense jungle, no roads.

Well, we'll never make it

there and back by nightfall.

Damn it.

(sighing) Guess we're gonna have to

take our chances here tonight.

What about the men?

They'll be all right.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

(wasps buzzing)

(wasps buzzing)

(man screaming)

(man screaming)

(drums beating)

(maracas shaking)

(chanting in foreign language)

I think it's a baboon or a tree sloth.

Nah, you're all wrong.

It's a jaguar.

He eats them raw because he

think it gives him powers,

so once he offers you what's in that bowl,

I suggest you say no.

(Jaguar chanting in foreign language)

The heart and major organs must be eaten

to absorb the animal spirit.

Hey, I like a good steak

as much as the next guy, but

It's not enough to

simply devour the flesh.

You must believe.

After everything you've

seen, you believe, don't you?

Ha.

Sooner or later, you will.

So, what, you're not worried

about Los Bichos Diablos attacking?

The offering wards off evil.

We fear nothing.

Right.

Gonna pass.

(Jaguar chanting)

Hey, keep your g*ns close, stay alert.

I'm gonna go check on Laverne and Shirley.

See how the dissection's going.

(percussive music)

(Jaguar chanting)

Well, they got dinner,

if you can call it that.

Doesn't eat me, I'll eat it any time.

Well, it's definitely

rare like you like it.

They were eating raw intestines

or something, weren't they?

You've been to one

of these shindigs, huh?

Nat Geo.

- Season four.

- Ha.

Ah.

That's one ugly son of a b*tch.

No, I'm pretty sure

this one's just a b*tch.

Wow, what's that there?

Isn't that its, uh, stinger?

Actually, that's a modified

ovipositor, technically.

You lost me.

It's basically just a big friggin' wasp.

That down there at the very

end, that's its stinger.

Only the females have stingers.

It's quite common in the insect world,

women being the warriors.

So it's a bee.

No, it's not a bee, it's a wasp.

Its massive jaws are similar

to the Komodo dragon wasp,

but it's a bit of a chimera.

There's almost a dozen

other characteristics

similar to hexapods.

Six-legged critters.

Huh.

So where the hell did they come from?

Obviously, it's a mutation.

Look at its head.

That's a Meganeura monyi.

A prehistoric dragonfly.

That doesn't sound so bad.

They were three feet long.

And carnivorous.

I could have told you that.

Here's where it gets really interesting.

This thing has similarities

to the bombardier beetle,

an indestructible exoskeleton.

Yeah, I could have told you that, too.

See how hard it was to

bring this one down?

You know what else?

These little bumpy lines

along the abdomen here,

they release these noxious chemical sprays

that react when it's threatened.

Right?

- Impressive.

Nature's napalm, basically.

Well, why didn't they use

it against us on the road?

Maybe they didn't consider you a threat.

Not likely.

Think they wanted us while

our blood was still warm.

They were totally

uninterested in our dead.

Your men that were taken

are probably still alive,

just like my father.

Yeah, but why would they want us alive?

I mean, what's the point?

Trust me, you don't want to know.

The real mystery is how

these things ever got so big.

Even in the Mesozoic era,

insects were never this large.

Well, your father and Transgen Tech

may have a thing or two to do with that.

All right, look, you two

have told me everything

that there is to know about

this dragon wasp thing,

except how do I k*ll it?

Well, piercing their

armor is impossible.

A well-placed knife in the

wing plate might be effective.

Maybe you could just jump on his back.

Yeah.

So that's it?

I mean, other than

its inherent design flaw

in the natural defense mechanism.

Once the two reactants are mixed,

this thing is basically

a walking chemical b*mb.

(Rhonda imitates expl*si*n)

So tell me this.

Heh.

If I can detonate a small

amount of expl*sives

in just one section of the hive,

could that cause a chain reaction

that would destroy the entire thing?

Well, if it's in close proximity,

I'm pretty sure it would, yeah.

It's not likely,

not with the amount of

weapons you have available.

Not in this small a village.

Oh, you don't know Jaguar like I do.

Trust me.

Okay, well, let's get this thing inside.

All right, I'll help you this once.

Then we got to check on the others.

Oh, this is disgusting.

(percussive music)

Meyers, check the perimeter.

Beastman, have you come

to set your spirit free?

(John sighing)

Are you ready to experience

the pleasures of the flesh?

I'm just here to talk about tomorrow.

Tomorrow can wait till tomorrow.

Tonight's offering protects this village.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Hey, I don't party

when I got men in danger.

You worry too much.

Drink, unless you're scared.

No, thanks.

Drink, Beastman!

Share in our sacred celebration!

(John scoffing)

(John clearing throat)

Delicious.

Are you feeling

fiery venom running through your veins?

(John clearing throat)

You're looking woozy.

Do you need some rest, Beastman?

Hmm!

(clearing throat) Nah, nah, I'm fine.

In fact, I think I'm going to, uh, enjoy

the pleasures of the

flesh myself. (Laughs)

Get me someplace I can pass out, quick.

(eerie ambient music)

[Jaguar] Beastman!

(men screaming)

Beastman!

(Jaguar shouting indistinctly)

(John gasping)

(John groans)

Welcome back.

(groaning) How long have I been out for?

It's morning.

(fingers snapping)

- Come on.

- What happened to you?

I was drugged.

Are we in any danger?

Beyond the obvious?

Uh, I can't be sure, but,

I mean, I hope I'm just

being paranoid, but,

I think they're planning on

sacrificing us any minute here.

What?

You know, to ward off the wasps.

Well, what the hell are we gonna do?

Can either one of you tell me why it is

the wasps seem to avoid this village?

Yeah.

In a word, cocaine.

Specifically, coca paste.

It has the essential oils

in it which repel the bugs

and get rid of them,

kind of like citronella.

It's not the voodoo that's

keeping the wasps away.

It's the coca paste.

Ah, finally someone's saying something

that makes sense around here.

Tell me this.

Is there any way that we

can actually get the bugs

to come here?

You're serious?

Oh, yeah, I'm dead serious.

Is there something we can do

to eliminate the effects of the cocaine,

besides all of this hocus-pocus crap?

There might be a way.

Do you remember Peru?

The adrenal glands.

The adrenal glands of the wasp

secrete a pheromone that

attracts other wasps.

All we need is a few molecules.

And once we have that, it should spread,

and all the bugs within a few miles

should feel it right away.

Perfect!

All right, let's get the hell out of here.

Come on, let's find the others.

(ominous music)

Hey!

Jaguar!

What the hell is this?

I told you you owed me four souls.

That was the price for our

protection and your assistance.

(ominous music)

All right!

All right, fine.

This is the way you want to do it?

All right.

But these are my men!

And nobody touches my men but me!

Give me the knife.

Okay.

Complete the sacrifice.

Appease the hunger of Los Bichos Diablo.

(ominous music)

Beastman, you're taking too long!

Don't worry.

Fire!

(g*ns firing)

What have you done?

(g*ns firing)

No!

No!

No!

(g*ns firing)

Gina!

Gina!

(g*ns firing)

Gina!

Meet us at the far side of the compound!

Go!

Go!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Gina breathing heavily)

Rhonda! (Breathing heavily)

Gina!

Where's Rhonda?

I don't know.

She was right behind me.

Come on.

All right.

I'm almost out of a*mo, man.

What if they k*ll her?

They're not gonna k*ll her.

We're gonna get her back.

I'm know where the stash is.

Follow me.

Let's go.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(John grunting)

God, looks like they're

preparing for w*r.

Favorite pastime.

What do you want me to do?

Uh, start filling up your

bag with that C-4 right there.

Meyers!

What else?

That's it.

Go.

Come on.

Go!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

So tell me how you get these, uh,

glands here to start working.

They've been working ever

since we took them out.

And the longer they stay out,

the worse it's gonna get.

Listen.

(distant buzzing)

Is that what that sound is?

The C-4 all set?

Set and ready to go.

[Jaguar] Beastman!

Release the girl!

Give me one good reason!

'Cause if you don't, I'll

blow up your whole operation!

I got the entire

perimeter rigged with C-4!

You're bluffing!

Oh, yeah?

What's this, huh?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Release the girl

and you can keep your

village and your cocaine!

But if you don't, it all goes

up in flames, I swear to God!

And you'll leave this place?

You'll never see me again!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Oh.

Hey, Jaguar!

Eat this!

Let's go!

Move!

(wasps buzzing)

(ominous orchestral music)

(g*ns firing)

Los Bichos Diablos!

Beastman!

(g*ns firing)

(wasps buzzing)

(wasp screeching)

Ocupado!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

(g*ns firing)

I never said I wouldn't

still blow the place up.

(explosions booming)

(wasps buzzing)

(Rhonda screams)

(g*n firing)

Rhonda!

(Rhonda screaming)

(g*n firing)

Damn!

(wasps buzzing)

(John panting)

Gina, you okay?

You hurt?

I already lost my

father to this damn place.

Now I've lost my best friend, too.

Hey, hey!

She would have never come

here if it weren't for me.

And now she's gone,

and so is your entire team.

I'm still here.

This is all my fault.

It's not your fault!

That's what we're here for.

We're trained for this type of crap.

- What?

- Yeah.

Mansquito, megashark, sand sharks.

Any kind of shark really.

Cut it, Meyers.

We know where Rhonda is.

We located the hive.

We're gonna save her.

We're gonna save my team.

[Jaguar] Beastman!

You think he's still coming after us?

Hell, yeah.

He's not a live and let live kind of guy.

More like a live and let die.

James Bond.

It never ends.

Voodoo priestess?

(dramatic orchestral music)

What are you doing?

Gonna take the C-4 and set the bridge.

No, no, no, no, we can't waste it.

We gotta find something else.

Here!

Here!

Nature's napalm from the bug.

It'll work.

Oh, it better work. (Spits)

Go, go!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(g*n firing)

Yeah!

Yeah!

You're going to suffer

a fate worse than death!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

All right, we got two options.

We can take the jeep

over back to base camp for reinforcements

or go it alone.

John, we got men on the ground.

And my father's out there and Rhonda.

Plus very little time.

All right, we go it alone.

What the hell's that?

Coca leaves courtesy of the Garinagu.

Aw, Gina, I don't think

that this is the time

for that kind of thing.

Don't you remember

what kept the wasps away

from the village?

The essential oil of the coca leaf.

Yeah, but don't you have to chew that?

No, just crush it and

rub it onto your skin.

It'll work, trust me.

Won't that still get absorbed?

Maybe.

We've got a long way to go,

and those things could come at any time.

Trust me, it's the lesser of two evils.

All right.

Hey, this stays off the

report, too, got it?

Oh, yeah, got it.

[Gina] At least if we

die, we'll die happy.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Paulo!

Gather your men.

Today, we are going hunting.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Meyers, how much further?

Just under six clicks.

We're halfway between

boogie man and the hive.

All right, time to get

you strapped up, Gina.

What does that mean?

Means you get a g*n.

Hey, that bug repellent's working.

You got some more?

Nature's remedy.

Meyers, check the rear.

You ever used a g*n before?

No.

All right.

Well, first thing is, grab a hold of it.

Go ahead, grab it.

Do I have to?

Do you want to live?

Here, take the g*n, all right?

This is very easy.

This is your safety.

There's already a b*llet in

the chamber ready to fire.

Go ahead, try and pull the trigger.

See?

Nothing happens.

I take the safety off,

if you squeeze that trigger now,

a b*llet's gonna come flying

out the barrel of this g*n

and k*ll whatever's in

front of it, understand?

So safety on, doesn't fire.

Safety off, k*ll

whatever's in front of you.

Simple as that.

Got it?

That's it. (Clearing throat)

You know, I've been trying to figure out

what it is with you since we've been here.

It's like an intense sadness

or profound disillusionment

or both.

Is this you talking or the coca?

Probably both,

but maybe it's the jungle.

This place can drive a person mad.

You know that, right?

Look, you've been in

this jungle long enough

to know that it can do any manner

of things to a man or a woman.

[Gina] So what did it for you?

Obviously, this isn't your first time

with Jaguar and the Garinagu.

Nope.

And by the looks of today,

it won't be my last, either.

But, uh,

you know, a lot of men,

they were lost on my watch.

It's my responsibility to get them back

or stay here with them.

What do you mean?

Look, I don't really know

if I'm supposed to leave this jungle,

or if I want to leave this jungle.

Come on, you can't really

go from days like today

to shopping at your local 7-Eleven, right?

I mean, uh, (chuckles)

My transfer papers were up.

I was supposed to go

home day after tomorrow.

I didn't want to.

And when I saw you,

well, I realized I wasn't gonna have to.

Right.

Well, from my end as a scientist,

I only believe in empirical realities,

things that you can see.

Yeah, you spend enough time out here,

you see a lot of things

that make you question

what's real and unreal.

But I still don't believe in any

of that hoodoo-voodoo bullshit,

and I never will.

Well, don't tell me it

was the cocaine, either,

'cause no cocaine in the

world is that strong.

Just ask Tony Montana.

Hey, hey, Scarface!

Tony Montana'd be proud.

- I'm learning.

You know how to handle that thing.

Boss, we got a problem.

We got company.

All right, well, let's

move out. (Grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(hiss echoing)

I think I hear something up ahead.

Well, besides six-foot-long wasps,

there's about a dozen

critters in this jungle

that we don't want to run into.

Maybe it was a howler monkey.

No, it was a Maya coral snake,

the most deadly snake in Central America.

(snake hissing)

(John grunting)

Let's move out.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

This is it.

Finally.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

"Transgen Tech."

This is where my father

was three days ago.

This is why we're here.

Transgen Tech.

Careful.

You may not like what you find in there.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(keys clacking)

Come on, Gina, we gotta get going!

One minute!

Ugh.

They're uglier when they're young.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Gina, come on!

What's taking you so long?

Well?

You were right about me

not liking what I found.

(GPS beeping)

I'm more concerned

what's gonna find us soon.

Getting close to the hive.

Two more clicks south by southwest.

We gotta get moving.

This stuff is wearing off.

I can't even smell it anymore.

That's the last of it.

Try not to sweat it all off.

[Meyers] Yeah, right.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Whoo!

You know, guys, I'm feeling

pretty good considering.

Oh, yeah, I got to admit.

I mean, I'm feeling a little bit

of an energy boost myself here.

Whoo, how you feeling, Gina?

Hey, Gina?

I'm good.

I just had a bit of a zone-out.

I'm good.

Hive's not far from here.

Let's, uh,

let' double time it, come on!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

They were here not long ago.

Let's go.

(wasps buzzing)

Is this a bad time to tell you

I'm allergic to bee stings?

Don't worry, Meyers.

Only the females have stingers.

You were actually listening.

Does that mean the,

the other half still do?

No.

Most of the drones are male.

Only a small percentage

of them are female,

except for the...

The what?

The queen.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

All right, let's get moving

before the drugs wear off

and Meyers loses his nerve.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(wasps buzzing)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(sighs) Meyers?

Left or right?

Left about 100 meters.

(ominous music)

(wasp buzzing)

I think, I think the

coca leaf's wearing off.

We don't have much time.

Let's pick up the pace.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Is he still alive?

Technically, yes,

but I don't know if

he'll ever wake up again.

Aah!

(wasp screeching)

Down!

Aah!

Aah, aah!

(g*n firing)

Oh!

What the hell was that?

Now we know why they wanted us alive.

They're using human bodies

as hosts for their young.

So those things,

they're in all of my men?

There must be more chambers.

There's gonna be dozens.

But these are Jaguar's men,

so we must be getting close.

- Well, let's move.

- Rhonda!

Rhonda?

Gina, Gina, we gotta go.

No, she's fine.

She's fine.

There's no helping her right now.

(fingers snapping)

Rhonda, can you hear me?

She's fine.

Come on, wake up.

Rhonda?

(Rhonda gasping)

It's okay, it's okay!

I'm gonna get you out of here!

(Rhonda coughing)

Where am I?

Where am I?

- We're here!

We're here!

We're gonna get you out of here!

You're fine.

You're fine, you're fine.

It's okay.

Gina?

Gina?

What's wrong?

(Rhonda gasping)

What's wrong?

(Rhonda coughing)

My chest!

I can't breathe! (Gasping)

(Rhonda screaming)

I'm out of a*mo!

(Rhonda gasping)

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. (Crying)

(g*n firing)

(Gina sobbing)

Okay, here, here, here.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Gina?

Gina?

Look at me.

I would have done the

same thing, all right?

If it was one of my men,

I would have done the same thing, okay?

[Meyers] Boss, found Humphries.

Come on, come on.

Your father!

Come on!

- Dad!

(dramatic orchestral music)

Dad!

Dad?

Dad?

Can you hear me, Dad?

Dad?

Gina.

Is it really you?

What are you doing here?

I came here to get you, Dad.

Help me get him up.

There's no way he's going with us.

He's got one of those things in him.

No, he's fine.

His pulse is normal.

The other guy's pulse was racing.

He's fine.

You're positive?

Yeah, he's fine.

Help me get him up.

Can you walk?

I think I can.

Good, 'cause you may need to run.

Let's go.

Come on!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

Oh, my God!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

All right.

We're gonna blow this whole chamber,

the rest of the colony with it.

How much C-4 you got left?

Two bricks.

How about you?

A dozen.

Okay, great.

Let me see.

Wait a minute.

This isn't C-4.

This is cocaine!

Cocaine?

It's a long story, Dad.

Are you sure?

Positive.

How was I supposed to know?

It all looks the same.

There's no way we got enough

ordnance to blow this place.

Actually, we do.

If we can get them all

into the same chamber,

we can start a chain reaction

using their chemical spray.

Nature's napalm, remember?

All right, yeah.

But how do we get them

all to this same chamber?

I have one adrenal gland left.

You've had that with us the whole time?

How come they haven't been following us?

It was surrounded by cocaine.

They couldn't detect it until now.

You're a genius.

Hear that, Dad?

I have my moments.

Only one problem.

That oil's wearing off.

We go anywhere near that queen,

they'll swarm us.

Damn.

You got any leaves left?

Damn!

But I do happen to have 12 bricks

of super concentrated coca paste.

Good news is, it's super potent.

The bad news?

It's super potent.

This stays off the report?

You got that.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

(wasps buzzing)

Gina, you and your dad lay low here!

Meyers, get over here!

I got my C-4 in my bag.

Let's go plant it.

I found your glasses, Dad.

Thank you, my dear.

So you gonna finally tell me

what you were doing out here?

They told me we were only

doing theoretical research

on pharmaceutical applications.

I was promised repeatedly

that there would never be

any actual specimens grown.

(wasps buzzing)

I was a fool.

Transgen Tech never

intended to do anything

with my research except this.

Who is Transgen Tech?

I'm not really sure.

I know they have vast resources.

They'll do anything to keep me quiet.

And they may have

connections to the military.

The military?

Does that surprise you?

(wasp buzzes)

No, nothing surprises me anymore.

They have stations scattered

throughout the jungle.

It took me three months to find the hydra

where the first horrible

creatures were born.

You shouldn't have come

looking for me, Gina,

but I'm glad you did.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

All right, C-4's set.

Meyers, you get them out of here.

All right, John, yeah, okay.

- Go!

- What are you doing?

Someone's gotta stay behind

and make sure this gets done.

I'll give you three minutes to get clear

and then this place blows.

You understand?

But you're following

right after us, right?

No.

I only have one man left alive.

All the rest of them are in here.

I can't leave them behind!

You know, if a Navy captain

can go down with his ship,

I can go up with my men.

It's gonna be okay, huh?

It's all right.

It's gonna be okay.

This is the right thing.

Okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Get them out of here, Meyers!

Go!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

Someone's coming.

In here, quick.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wasps buzzing)

Got you now, Beastman.

It's time to pay up.

You k*lled my doula!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Now you're going to pay with your life!

Yeah?

Well, when my hand comes

off this detonator,

this entire place is gonna blow.

So I guess you're gonna go with me.

Oh, Beastman.

It seems as if the spirit of the jungle

has led us both to the same destiny.

But

Meet you on the other side, Jaguar!

No!

(expl*si*n booming)

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Let's go!

(expl*si*n booming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Humphries coughing)

He's changing.

No!

No!

I'm okay, I'm okay!

Gina, what's going on?

He's fine.

He's fine.

(Humphries coughing)

Why wasn't he affected then?

I don't know, but he's fine.

(dramatic orchestral music)

I guess they weren't

interested in an old man like me,

or maybe my hearing aid stopped them.

Well, Meyers, what are you gonna put in

that report of yours?

Most of it's classified,

but John Hammond was a good friend.

He was a hero.

But he was every part of this jungle.

It'll be all right.

I wish I hadn't slapped him.

(laughs) You slapped him? (Laughs)

I'm sure he loved it.

(both laughing)

I don't know about you two,

but I'm ready to get the

hell out of this damn jungle.

You?

Really?

Yeah.

What about Transgen Tech?

What about the other stations?

What if there are worse bugs than these?

That's classified.

I haven't eaten in three days.

Can we do it tomorrow?

All right, Dad, let's go home.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(fire crackling)

(wasp screeching)

(ominous orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)