Danny Trejo credited as playing...
Cuchillo
- [the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base]
- Stans: What the hell is that?
- Isabelle: Who would do this?
- Mombasa: Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect.
- Stans: Whatever.
- Nikolai: It's a test. To see how we do under pressure.
- Isabelle: If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else.
- Cuchillo: Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire.
- Stans: I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens.
- Edwin: Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point.
- Mombasa: What if we are dead?
- Stans: I was going to be executed in two days.
- Nikolai: And I was in combat.
- Mombasa: So was I.
- Cuchillo: This is hell.
- Royce: Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?
- Royce: What's the last thing you remember, Nikolai?
- Nikolai: War. Yeah. I was with the Chechnya. And then there was a light. And then I... Then I woke up and I was...
- Cuchillo: Falling. Yeah, same thing. I was in Baja. And then there was a light. And then chingao.
- Nikolai: Where are we?
- Royce: Maybe she knows.
- [Royce directs his gaze, the other two turn to see Isabelle standing there aiming her rifle at them]
- [Deleted Scene]
- Stans: Hey y'all motherfuckers! Y'all know I'm famous right? Number three on the FBI's Most Wanted list!
- Edwin: What's your name?
- Stans: Stans. Walter Stans.
- Edwin: Oh shit! Yeah, I've heard of you.
- Stans: Yeah, most people have. You want my autograph?
- Cuchillo: Hey, I kill people for big money, a reason. You slaughtered thirty-six people for nothin'.
- Stans: It's thirty-eight.
- Edwin: Why?
- Stans: Well, my lawyer said I was crazy. But you wanna know the real reason doc? Why the fuck not? God damn I love this humidity.
- [to Royce]
- Stans: Hey Tonto! How much further?
- [Deleted Scene]
- Isabelle: Let's go. We need to work as a team.
- Cuchillo: Bitch! Does this look like a team-work orientated group of individuals to you?
- Isabelle: Somebody did this to us. You want to kill each other? Do it after we get out of the fucking jungle!
- Stans: I don't take orders from snatch.
- Isabelle: Fine, go the other way. Get eaten by something. Enjoy!
- [the rest of the group follows Isabelle. Stans hesitates]
- Stans: [muttering to himself] This is so fucking weird. Ah, fuck. Fuck this!
- [Stans runs to catch up with the others]