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around here!
This stuff will make you
a damn sexual tyrannosaurus...
just like me.
Yeah? Strap this
on your sore ass, Blain.
That was in '72.
Me and Dutch both got one.
Well, Long Tall Sally,
she's built sweet...
She got everything
that Uncle John need...
Oh, baby...
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Well, I saw Uncle John
with bald-head Sally...
He saw Aunt Mary comin'...
That's a real nasty habit
you got there.
Yeah, baby...
Whoo, baby...
Havin' me some fun tonight...
Gonna have some fun tonight....
Gonna have some fun tonight.
Have some fun tonight...
OK, bird two,
prepare to cover me.
You got it, leader.
Never knew how much
I missed this, Dutch.
You never were that smart.
Hawkins, you're up.
Lines away.
The pilots have each
got one round in the head.
Whoever hit it,
stripped the shit out of it.
Took him out
with a heat-seeker.
Something else, Major.
This is no ordinary army taxi.
It looks more like
a surveillance bird to me.
Pick up the trail yet?
Billy's on it.
Heat-seeker, Dillon.
That's pretty sophisticated
for half-assed mountain boys.
I guess they're getting
better equipped every day.
There were 12 guerrillas.
They took the two men
from the helicopter...
but there's something else.
Six men wearing
US-issued army boots.
They came in from the north...
and then they followed
the guerrillas.
Mean anything to you?
Probably just another
rebel patrol.
They operate in here
all the time.
-See what you can find.
-Yes, sir.
What's he got?
Same business.
Guerrillas hauling two guys
in the chopper...
followed by men
with American equipment.
Do you remember Afghanistan?
Trying to forget it.
Come on. Let's go.
Holy mother of God.
''Jim Hopper.''
Mac, cut them down.
I knew these men.
Green Berets out of Fort Bragg.
What the hell
were they doing here?
I don't know, Dutch.
This is inhuman.
Nobody told me there was
an operation in this area.
They shouldn't have been here.
Well, somebody sent them.
The guerrillas skinned them?
Why did they skin them?
Ain't no way
for no soldier to die.
What happened here, Billy?
Strange, Major.
There was a fire fight.
They were shooting
in all directions.
Can't believe Jim Hopper
walked into an ambush.
I don't believe he did.
I can't find a single track.
Just doesn't make sense.
What about the rest
of Hopper's men?
There's no sign, sir.
They never left here.
Hell, it's like
they just disappeared.
Stick with the guerrilla trail.
Let's get the hostages.
We move, five-meter spread.
No sound.
It's time to let Old Painless
out of the bag.
Payback time.
You're ghostin' us,
mother fucker.
I don't care who you are
back in the world.
You give our position
one more time...
I'll bleed you real quiet
and leave you here.
Got that?
Fuck you.
He killed one of the hostages.
We move.
Mac, Blain... the nest.
Billy, Poncho... the guard.
Hawkins, Dillon... backup.
Once they're set,
I hit the fuel dump.
One down.
What the hell's he doing?
What the fuck?
Show time, kid.
Target's the center,
on the upper level!
Dutch, on your nine!
Get that mother!
Stick around.
Hostages are inside!
Knock knock.
I got 'em !
Hawkins, call in position
and situation.
Get Connor for the hook!
You got it, Major.
Mac, any sign
of the other hostage?
Found the other guy.
He's dead, too...
and the kid from the chopper.
But if they're Central American,
l'm a Goddamn Chinaman.
From the looks of it,
our cabinet minister was CIA.
Another thing, Major.
We were lucky.
Other guys we waxed...
Russian military advisers.
Something pretty big
was gonna happen here.
Good work, Mac.
Clear the area. No traces.
Get the men ready to move.
Son of a bitch
is dug in like an Alabama tick.
You're hit.
You're bleeding, man.
I ain't got time to bleed.
You got time to duck?

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