Suddenly a figure in a Predator mask comes uncloaked holding an advanced weapon to Royce.
ROYCE: What . . . the fuck are you?
He lowers his gun and removes his helmet.
NOLAND: I'm alive!
NOLAND: You talk too loud. . . Smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, I can hear you, they can too. . . Storm coming soon, this way.
ISABELLE: Wait, who are you?
NOLAND: Ooooh, I don't know . . . to confide or not. . . I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with.
The group follow him to an alien structure in ruins. They snake their way in deep into the structure to Noland's hiding place.
NOLAND: Come on, feel the vibe of this place.
ISABELLE: Where are we?
NOLAND: It's a drill somebody left behind. The machine is dead, power source ain't.
They make it to Noland's 'living quarters', he kicks on the power and the room lights up. It's basically a metal hull filled with years of scavenged goods and junk.
STANS: Wow, what a shit hole. You live here?
Noland gets in Stan's face.
NOLAND: Oh, no, no! This is my summer home. I winter in the Riviera, the schools are so much nicer there, and the men . . . ooh lah lah! . . . By the way, you're welcome.
ISABELLE: How have you survived?
NOLAND: Salvaging what I can, when I can, from whatever I can. . . Oh . . . Noland, Ronald, Air Cab. They drop you all in too?
ROYCE: Yea.
NOLAND (laughing): Hmmm..... what a rush! Bompa-ba-da-baaah-bomp!
Noland notices Stans is inspecting some gear of his. As he addresses Stans, he also talks to an imaginary character he has conjured up over the years of solitude.
(Dialogue in yellow when Noland is talking to his imaginary friend)
NOLAND: Hey! . . . Yea, I'll tell him. . . Hey Agent Orange, you want to put that down? Certain people around here particular about other people messing with their shit. Very important now, disrupts the heat signature. (referencing Predators) You motherfuckers.
ROYCE: So you killed one?
NOLAND: I killed . . . two? Maybe three. I can't remember. . . Anyway, there's two different types of them out there. Now there similar, but they're different, it's kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The ones that are running things up there, the larger ones hunt the smaller ones. It's some kind of blood fued, I guess it's been going on for a long time.
ROYCE: And they do this just for sport?
NOLAND: Oh yea, they bring in fresh meat season after season. I mean shit you wouldn't believe! Bring it in and hunt it and kill it. In that order.
STANS: How long have you been here, man?
NOLAND: Seven seasons, I think. . . What? . . Ten? . . Damn! . . . Anyway, every once in awhile one of us kills one of them. Let me tell you, that's when they get real interested. See they learn, quick, they adapt. They develop a whole new set of skills. They come back the next season in three's, always in three's. Their armor might have changed, or their weapons have changed, or their tactics have changed. It's amazing.
NIKOLAI: So it's like an evolution. They're trying to make themselves into better killers.
NOLAND: Yea.
ROYCE: You said they come back? How?
NOLAND: They got a ship.
ROYCE: A ship?
NOLAND: Yea, it's thirty yards from their camp. . . I told you they wouldn't see it, I told you they wouldn't.
ISABELLE: You were there. You could've helped us.
Noland doesn't reply and stares her down.
ROYCE: How do we kill them?
NOLAND: However you can.
ISABELLE: They must have a weakness.
NOLAND: Not many. You want to survive, you dig in deep. You stay hid.
STANS: Yea, well we're going to go with door number two, how do we get out of this valley?
NOLAND: Ten seasons. . . First two seasons, no, three seasons I was here, I was walking in the same direction trying to reach the edge of the preserve. . . Let me tell you something, there ain't no edge of the preserve.
ROYCE: Maybe you and your friend want to tell me about that ship.
NOLAND: Oh I see. That's a brilliant idea, brilliant. The whole time I've been here, it never occured to me to commandeer the alien spacecraft. I wouldn't know how to fly it. . . . he would . . . cause you know how to fly.
ROYCE: I'll give it a shot.
NOLAND (laughing): Well, I'm going to get some sleep. No noise, they're out there. They're always out there. Water in there, help yourself. All of you.
Noland retires to his sleeping hole.
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