A Green Beret!
A war hero!
Great! Just great!
- Shut up!
What's up with you?
He's alone and wounded.
Those Green Berets are real hard guys!
So leave him to the state police.
Come here, boy! Goddammit!
Look. Look at him!
That's Art Galt, boy!
We were friends when your mother
was still wiping your nose!
Now he's dead. Because of that psycho-
path up there! Now you listen good:
I'm gonna get that bastard and pin
that medal to his liver.
And I'm gonna do it
with or without your help!
We're getting closer, scent's getting
stronger. - Keep your eyes open.
Storm coming, that's all we need!
Will, let's go before it gets dark.
Afraid of the black man, you pansy?
I'll show you who's the pansy!
Stop it! Ward, get away! The fight's
out here! He's waiting for you
Mitch, get up and get moving!
Find the guy, for Chrissakes!
And keep your eyes open!
See you later, Ward!
- Shut up, Mitch.
There he is!
Let them go, Orval!
There's your dinner, sweethearts!
Hold fire!
I got hit, goddammit!
He's got a gun.
That's a damned scarecrow.
That was no scarecrow shooting.
He's here!
Kill him! Get him!
Get him, Maggie!
Mitch, Ward, come here!
Shingleton, give us cover.
Look at his leg! - Mitch, make a
tourniquet with your belt.
He needs a doctor!
- Do it! Where's the first-aid box?
I let it in the car. Where did he
get the gun? - From Galt.
Got no more bullets. - How d'you know?
- The dog wasn't killed by a bullet.
Orval, listen. You have to stay awake.
Release the tourniquet every 15 minutes.
We'll get him. He has no more bullets.
He shouldn't have kiled my sweetheart!
Get that son of a bitch!
OK, listen everyone.
We've got him. We'll walk
in one row, 50 feet apart.
Don't stop, then he can't escape.
OK, the hunt is on.
Hunt?
We're not hunting him, he's hunting us!
Spread out, dammit!
I said 50 feet apart!
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 shooting there?
Who's shooting 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.
And you too.
In town you're the law, here I am.
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.
Get back, people!
How bad is the situation? Captain...
That's the only positive thing about it,
it's good for business.
The reporters are drinking the town dry.
Looks like you've had it.
Go home. Now it's my problem.
Your problem? Dave, don't give me that
damned jurisdiction thing, OK?
Shall I go out?
- Finish the job.
Somewhere on this mountain,
probably above the snow line
and surrounded by fog
the fugitive, John Rambo, is hiding.
The state police and the national guard
are being mobilized right now.
The local authorities have so far been
unable to explain where the
Ex Green Beret got the weapons
he used to kill a deputy sheriff
And wound 6 others. They only survived
thanks to their police training.
They say the fugitive will be
caught in the next few hours.
Your maps.
Will, there's something you should know.
Let's talk later.
What is it, Lester? Spit it out!
I talked to Mitch.
Galt and the others
must have treated the guy rough.
Assholes!
That doesn't change anything,
Dave, and you know it!
If one of the deputy sheriffs
goes too far, the prisoner comes to me!
If he's right
I kick the deputy sheriff's ass!
I'm the law!
And that's how it should be.
If you trample on the law,
there's hell to pay!
Why does God create a man like Rambo?
- God didn't create Rambo,
It was me.
Who are you?
Sam Trautman. Colonel Samuel Trautman.
We have a lot to do. What do you want?
I'm here because of my boy.
- Your boy?
I recruited him, trained him and
commanded him for 2 years in Vietnam.
He belongs to me.
Why