afraid of the boogie man?
You god damned pansy.
Put your gun down, I'll show you who the pansy is.
Knock it off! Ward, move out! The fight is out here!
He's out there waiting for you.
Mitch, get on your feet and move!
Go find this guy for Chrissakes!
Keep your eyes open!
See you later, Ward!
- Shut up, Mitch.
There he is!
Let them dogs loose, Orval!
Go get em sweethearts!
There's your dinner!
Cease fire!
Goddammit I'm hit!
Jesus, he's got a gun.
That's not him, it's a God damned scarecrow.
No scarecrow that shot Orville, he's close.
Kill him! Go get him!
Go get him, Maggie!
Mitch, Ward, come here!
Shingleton, you cover us.
Look at his leg! - Mitch, get your belt. Make a
tourniquet around that.
We got to get this guy to a doctor.
- Get your belt on that fast! Where's the first-aid kit?
I left it in the car. Shit! Where did he
get that gun? - It's Galt's gun.
He's out of ammo.. - How do you know that?
- Because whatever killed that dog was no bullet.
Orval, listen. You have to stay awake.
You have to release the tourniquet every 15 minutes.
We got to get him. He's out of ammo.
He had no right to shoot my babies.
Get the son of a bitch!
OK, listen up.
We're right on top of him. We're going to form
a skirmish line, 50 feet apart.
Keep moving, there's no way out of here, except through us.
OK, let's do some huntin'.
Huntin'?
We ain't huntin' him, he's huntin' us!
Spread out, dammit!
I said 50 feet!
I hate this!
Will, it's Mitch!
Who is it?
What's up here?
- Shut up!
He's got Ward.
Spread out, I'll go this way.
Who's firing?
Who's firing there?
- I got him!
Shingleton, follow me!
I got him!
Help me!
Help me, Will!
Balford? Where the hell are you?
Shingleton, over here!
Easy now.
- Get me out of here!
Shingleton, where the hell are you?
I could have killed them all.
I could have killed you.
In town you're the law, out here, it's me.
Don't push it.
Don't push it, or I'll give you a war
you won't believe.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Move back.
How bad is the situation? Captain...
That's the only good thing about this business,
is the business you're doing in town.
Reporters are drinking the place dry.
You look like you're ready to keel over, Will.
Why don't you go home. It's my problem now.
Your problem? Listen Dave, don't give me any of your horsehit
about jurisdiction in this one, you understand?
- Would you like me to step outside?
- Finish up what you're doing.
Somewhere in this rugged mountain countryside,
possibly above the snow line,
shrouded in mist,
the fugitive, John Rambo, is hiding.
Units of the state police along with local members
of the national guard are now being mobilized.
What still remains unexplained by the local authorities
is just how and where the former green beret
came into possession of the weapons
former Green Beret got the weapons
with which he allegedly killed one deputy sheriff
and tried to kill 6 others. Only their skilled training
in police enforcement techniques saved their lives.
And word now is that the fugitive will be
in custody an a matter of hours.
Maps Will.
Will, there's something you ought to know.
Talk to you later, OK?
What is it, Lester? Spit it out!
I was just talking to Mitch.
and he was saying that Galt and a couple
of deputies were a little hard on the guy.
Assholes!
Doesn't make one god dammed bit of difference.
Dave, and you know it!
If one of my deputies gets out of line with a
prisoner then the prisoner comes to me with it!
And if I find out it's like he says,
I kick the deputy's ass!
Me, the law!
And that's the way it's gotta be.
People start fucking around with
the law and all hell breaks loose.
- Whatever possessed God in heaven to make a man like Rambo?
- God didn't make Rambo,
I made him.
Who the hell are you?
Sam Trautman. Colonel Samuel Trautman.
We're a little busy this morning, colonel,
what can we do for you?
- I've come to get my boy.
- Your boy?
I recruited