there!
No way!
- Brandon?
- What?
- I want you to go into that mine.
- No, not me!
What do you mean, not me?!
Look, I do this part time, I
didn't come here to get killed.
He's probably just waitin' for us!
What's wrong with you, Clinton?
Rambo! This is
Lieutenant Clinton Morgan.
National Guard leader.
And I'm giving you just
3.0 seconds to come on out.
Who's got the rocket launcher?
- I do.
- Come here, Earl.
Right!
Rambo! This is your
last chance to come out.
Maybe we should wait.
Earl, this creep is a killer!
Besides, I'm in charge
and I say we blow it up!
Now fire that thing! Just let
me get outta the way first.
Give that man a cigar!
Bull's eye!
- Where the hell are they?
- Up the hill about 500 yards.
Move in a little closer,
just like Iwa Jima.
I don't believe it! Idiots!
All right, one more for
"Soldier of Fortune"!
Soldier of Fortune?!
Dammit, what the hell do you
think this is, some kind of a circus?
Get the hell outta here!
Clinton, Jesus!
Didn't you get the word, Clinton?
I told you people to
wait until I got up here!
Well, he was shooting at us, Will!
Come on! I wasn't taking any chances.
What a mess!
We have to dig his body
out of there right away.
You can't get a dozer up here,
you're gonna have to find
somebody to dig him out!
It's your mess, Clinton!
You clean it up.
Will, come on... I gotta be back
at the drug store tomorrow!
You'd better get started
right away, Clinton!
Shit!
Buried in a hole by a bunch of
goddamned weekend warriors!
Thought you said he was
the best you ever trained!
However he may have ended up,
there was a time when
he was very special.
'Special', my ass! He was just
another drifter that broke the law.
Vagrancy, wasn't it?
That's gonna look real good on
his gravestone in Arlington:
"Here lies John Rambo, winner of
the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Survivor of countless
incursions behind enemy lines.
Killed for vagrancy,
in 'Jerkwater', USA.
Don't give me any of
that crap, Trautman!
You think Rambo was the only guy
who had a tough time in Vietnam?
He killed a police
officer, for Christ sake!
You're goddamned lucky
he didn't kill all of you...
This character! He
comes waltzing in here,
full of all kinds of good advice.
And wished we'd let that
goddamned maniac go on the loose,
so we could save our own asses!
Well, we saved our asses, Colonel!
And we didn't let him go on the loose.
The best man lost!
And he doesn't like it!
- How you doin', Will?
- Hold my calls.
Colonel?
Have a seat.
Oh miss, can you do this again, please?
- Oh sure!
- And for my friend...?
A shot of wild turkey.
If I was out of line before,
I just want to apologize.
None of that makes much
difference now, does it?
No, I guess not.
I suppose...
I just feel...
Like you were... cheated
outta your chance?
I wanted to kill that kid.
I wanted to kill him so
bad, I could taste it.
Doesn't sit well with that badge.
It can get confusing sometimes...
In Vietnam, you can bet that Rambo and
I got pretty confused. But we had orders.
When in doubt... kill!
But what the hell, you're a civilian.
You can go home to your wife,
and your house and
your little flower garden.
You're under no pressure
to figure all this out.
And what about you, Colonel?
What did you figure
out from all of this, huh?
I mean what would you have
done with him if he came in?
Would you wrap your arms
around him to give a big sloppy kiss?
Or would you have blown his brains out?
I couldn't answer that
until I met him face to face.
Well, there it is.
Just as well we never
got a chance to find out.
Drive!
Don't look at me, look at the road.
That's how accidents happen!
- What's your name?
- Cathcart, Robert A.
All right, what do you
got in the back, Robert A.?
M60.
- OK, Robert A., get out of the truck.
- I don't got no beef with you!
Go home! Move, go home!
Want to turn that up?
What's your story, Steamboat?
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