release that
tourniquet every 15 minutes.
We'll be right back! We go
get him now, he's outta ammo.
Get him! He had no right to shoot
my babies. Get the son of a bitch!
- Let's go!
- Go get him!
All right, now listen up!
We're right on top of him.
We're gonna form a
skirmish line, 50 feet apart.
Keep moving, there's no way
outta here, except through us.
OK, let's do some huntin'...
Huntin'? We ain't
huntin' him, he's huntin' us!
Spread out. Spread out,
dammit! I said 50 feet!
I hate this!
Will, it's Mitch!
Who is it?
- What's goin' on?
- Shut up!
He's got Ward. Spread
out, I'll go this way.
Will! Over here!
Who's firing?
Who's firing?
I got him!
Shingleton, follow me!
Will, help me!
Help me, Will!
Balford? Where the hell are you?!
Shingleton, over here!
Shingleton, where the hell are you?!
I could have killed'em 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, you guys, move back!
How bad is the situation?
Captain, we need some...
That's the only good thing about this,
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?
- Should I step outside?
- Just 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 local authorities
is just how and where
the former Green Beret
came into possession of 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 in a matter of hours.
Maps, Will.
Will, there's something
I think you oughta know.
I'll talk to you later, OK?
What is it, Lester? What is it
for Christ sake, spit it out!
Well, I was just talkin' to
Mitch, and he was sayin' that
Gault and a couple of deputies
were... a little hard on the guy.
Assholes!
It doesn't make one goddammed bit
of difference, Dave, and you know it!
If one of my deputies... gets
outta 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! That's
the way it's gotta be.
People start fuckin' 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 I do for ya?
- I've come to get my boy.
- Your boy?
I recruited him, I trained him, I
commanded him in Vietnam for 3 years.
I'd say that makes him mine.
I wonder why the Pentagon would
send a full bird Colonel to handle this?
The army thought I
might be able to help.
I don't know in what way.
Rambo's a civilian now, he's my problem.
I don't think you understand. I didn't
come here to rescue Rambo from you.
I came here to rescue you from him.
Well, we all appreciate
your concern, Colonel.
We'll try to be extra careful!
I'm just amazed he allowed
any of your posse to live.
Is that right?
Strictly speaking, he slipped up.
You're lucky to be breathing!
That's just great!
Colonel, you came out here
to find out why one of
your machines blew a gasket!
You don't seem to want to
accept the fact that you're
dealing with an expert
in guerilla warfare.
With a man who's the best.
With guns, with knives,
with his bare hands.
A man who's been trained to
ignore pain, ignore