let's go!
[Poncho moaning]
Dame l'arma! Dame l'arma!
Give me the weapon!
Dame la mano!
BILLY: Aaaaaah!
DUTCH: Aah!
No!
Run!
Run!
Go!
Get to the chopper!
Yaaah!
Oh, shit!
[Crackling]
[Squeak]
[Sighs]
He couldn't see me.
[Grunting]
Arrrr!
Ahhhh.
Aaaaah!
[Chattering]
[Twig snaps]
[Shrieks]
[Panting]
Arrrr!
Rrrrr.
[Footsteps]
[Footsteps]
Arrrr!
Bleed, bastard.
Arrrr!
[Hissing]
[Splash]
You're one ugly motherfucker.
Arrrr!
Arrrr!
Bad idea.
Arrrr!
Arrrr!
Come on.
Come on! Do it!
Do it!
Come on. Come on!
Kill me! l'm here! Kill me!
I'm here! Kill me!
Come on, kill me! l'm here!
Come on, do it now! Kill me!
[Sighs]
What the hell are you?
[Guttural voice]
What the hell are you?
[Beeping]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
OK!
Did you get it?
What the--
My God!
[Helicopter approaches]You're looking good, Dutch.
It's been a long time, General.
Come on inside.
Eighteen hours ago,
we lost a chopper...
carrying a cabinet minister
and his aide...
from this charming
little country.
We've got a transponder fix
on their position about here.
This cabinet minister...
does he always travel
on the wrong side of the border?
Apparently
they strayed off course...
and we're fairly certain
they're in guerrilla hands.
Why don't you use
the regular army?
What do you need us for?
'Cause some damned fool
accused you of being the best.
Dillon!
You son of a bitch!
What's the matter?
The CIA got you pushing
too many pencils?
Huh?
Had enough?
Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.
OK! OK, OK.
You never knew when to quit.
Damn good to see you.
What's this
fucking tie business?
Come on. Forget about my tie.
I heard about that job
you pulled in Berlin.
Very nice, Dutch.
-Good old days.
-The good old days.
-Why'd you pass on Libya?
-That wasn't my style.
You got no style.
You know that.
Come on. Why did you pass?
We're a rescue team...
not assassins.
Now, what do we got to do?
The cabinet minister's important
to our scope of operations...
in this part of the world.
Our friends
are about to get squeezed.
We can't let that happen.
We need the best.
That's why you're here.
Go on.
Simple setup.
One-day operation.
We pick up their trail,
run 'em down...
grab those hostages,
and cross the border...
before anybody knows
we were there.
What do you mean, ''we''?
I'm going in with you, Dutch.
General,
my team always works alone.
You know that.
We all have our orders, Major.
Once you reach your objective...
Dillon will evaluate
the situation and take charge.
Gonna tell Aunt Mary
about Uncle John...
Claims he has misery,
but he has a lot of fun...
Oh, baby...
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Yeah...
Well, Long Tall Sally,
she's built sweet...
Yeah, OK.
...Uncle John need.
Oh, baby...
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Yeah...
Well, I saw Uncle John
with bald-head Sally...
He saw Aunt Mary comin'
and ducked in the alley...
Oh, baby...
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Yeah, awoo.
Delta one-zero.
Roger, team leader.
Rendezvous points
and radio freqs...
are indicated and fixed.
AWACs contact
on four-hour intervals.
Who's our backup?
No such thing, ol' buddy.
This is a one-way ticket.
Once we cross that border,
we're on our own.
This is getting better
by the minute.
She's built sweet...
She got everything
that Uncle John need...
Oh, baby...
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Yeah...
Well, Long Tall Sally,
she's built sweet...
Hey, Billy.
Billy!
The other day,
I went up to my girlfriend.
I said,
l'd like a little pussy.''
She said, ''Me, too.
''Mine's as big as a house!''
See, she wanted a littler one
'cause hers was...
big as a house.
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight.
Get that stinking shit
out of my face, will ya?
Bunch of slack-jawed