Predator: Concrete Jungle

El Hongo:
Mistress Lucretia, it's me, el Hongo!

Isabella Borgia:
I can see that, you f***ing moron. What do you want? What is it this time?

El Hongo:
The gang bosses, everybody... O Madre, they found them hanging on hooks, like animals. El demonio invisible killed them all, and now he wants me! Mistress... I'm begging you for your help, please God, in my time of greatest need!

Isabella Borgia:
El Demonio invisible? In the name of screaming sh*t, I don't have time for these ignorant ghost stories! Someone is screwing with my business, is that what you're telling me?

El Hongo:
There's nobody left alive on the streets to do your business, Mistress! In the name of God once again, I beg you...

Isabella Borgia:
You want me to send in the Russians, is that it? I have people here who view murder, torture and rape not as crimes but as Olympic challenges! Is your problem really important enough to set the Machine Men loose on it?

El Hongo:
Mistress, I need what help you got... my Matadores are leaving the city like rats... it's el demonio...

Isabella Borgia:
No demon you'll never meet is scarier than me, Hongo. I'll help you out but I won't forget you owe me.

El Hongo:
Thank you...

Gang Banger:
Eat this you b*tch!

Mother:
Back then, no one knew what it really was. Newspapers called it the New Way Devil. The Indians even had legends, about it, going back centuries. Stories of an invisible killer. A demon who traveled with the comets, returning in the hottest seasons to hunt its favorite prey: human beings. And it was hot that night in New Way City, the hottest midsummer ever recorded. When Bruno Borgia, God of Gangsters, died.

Mother:
And so it began, this tragedy of two worlds, this epic fall and rise of men and monsters, this story of power, revenge and unnatural love...

Mother:
The Devil had broken the laws of its own kind; it had made its presence known to its prey in a devastating and humiliating way... and worse, it had survived the exposure. We now know that these creatures are nomadic, bound by strict Clan loyalties, unbreakable taboos. Disgrace and exile were all this one could expect.

Mother:
But nothing simply ends; the events of that sweltering night in June sent ripples through time. Because, in its long absence, we humans had dissected the hunting tools our Devil dropped in it's haste, and using what we learned, we made ourselves of a technology unknown to Earth. We created weapons of our own that we turned against the Devils when next they came hunting in the hot season. So they sent it back to atone for the sins of its past and take from us what we had stolen. Back to the city grown from the shattered ruins it had left behind... a city of tomorrow overseen by computer intelligence, driven by advanced alien technology and ruled by a dynasty of crime. What once was New Way City has blossomed into Neonopolis - City of Light.

Mother:
Now these shining city facades and mirrored walls of Neonopolis hide deep shadows of their own. We'll never know why the Predator decided to target the Serviteurs. Perhaps in a downtown cult of sacred killers, with their savage devotion to gods of slaughter and magic, it recognized something all too familiar.

El Hongo:
HOLY SH*T! What did I smoke?

Girl #1:
Huh, too bad. I was starting to enjoy that as much as you were, but something just shorted out my goddamn chameleon suit.

Girl #2:
Electromagnetic pulse blew out all the tech.

El Hongo:
Then it's here! El demonio! It's gonna kill us all and I didn't get to come!

Isabella Borgia:
What bastard thinks he can f*** with me like this? I want his head in a BOX! And as for you, Baby Blew, you lost my shipment... so for that you're gonna lose an eye... and both of your arms.

Hunter Borgia:
You've never hunted anything like us before.

Isabella Borgia:
What does it want from me?

Hunter Borgia:
Imagine deer picked up rifles and turned them on their hunters, that's what happening here. The Prometheus Tech we've been supplying is derived from weapons these creatures left here 100 years ago. We've stolen the secret of fire from the gods.

Isabella Borgia:
If it wants Prometheus Tech, it can bid for it like the Yutani Corporation, Weyland Industries or anybody else! Daddy, we can sell MOTHER and Prometheus for billions of dollars! You have to let me close a deal here before things get any worse. We could walk away from this sh*t-hole forever!

Hunter Borgia:
Don't even think about it! We built Neonopolis and it stays in the hands of the Borgia family, understand? You think I'd let you sell MOTHER to some faceless corporation like Yutani?

Isabella Borgia:
Well what about Weyland? You were friends with Charles Weyland before he disappeared. W.I. would kill to get their hands on what we have here! MOTHER's only a goddamn computer system! I want to be rich! I want to be free!

Hunter Borgia:
You have no idea what you're talking about. MOTHER is so much more than you know. You're a clever girl, Lucretia, all of this will be yours when I'm gone... but right now, your job is to get the gangs back in gear and the merchandise moving again. Leave the rest of this to MOTHER and to me. I'll deal with the ghosts.

Isabella Borgia:
What are they? What have you been doing to yourself in that isolation tank?

Hunter Borgia:
Neonopolis was built on the ancestral grounds of monsters from another world. As far as they're concerned, we're just game, just prey. But my father left me this city, and this technology. And here on planet Earth... man is the ultimate predator. That's what Bruno Borgia taught me.

Bruno Borgia:
I promised you a night to remember, baby. Didn't I promise?

Isabella Borgia:
Bruno, for God's sake, I need a hospital.

Bruno Borgia:
Everything's gonna be just right. Right here. This is where you'll give birth to gods, Isabella! To the sounds of guns and breaking glass. We'll rule forever!

Isabella Borgia:
You're not gonna leave me, are you, Bruno?

Bruno Borgia:
I'm gonna leave you a gift, baby. This city tied in a f***ing bow.

Bruno Borgia:
[to Predator] I'm the boss of this city, you ugly son of a b*tch!

Isabella Borgia:
[Predator shows her Bruno's head] You think that makes you the boss now?

Mother:
To needlessly panic the herd is the sign of a careless hunter A moments hesitation a century ago allowed the prey to turn against the hunters and all that followed This time the rules of the hunt must be followed Stay of sight until the time is right and then strike with ruthless fury Dishonor is worse than death Move well or die!