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?
Looks like somebody
pulled the plug too soon...
That Rambo guy? He's on the loose again!
Shit!
Hey Will, it's Rambo! He's still around!
- Holy fuck!
- Get out there right away. Move!
What the hell is going on?!
- Watch yourselves!
- They're all gonna blow!
Attention, all civilians!
For your own safety, please
evacuate the streets immediately.
Remain indoors until you
receive further instructions.
I repeat: this is a police emergency.
Please evacuate the streets immediately.
They found Rambo's body...
As a matter of fact,
he stole an army truck
and blew up a gas station
on the other side of town.
The kid is resilient.
Why don't you forget what you're
thinking and clear out while you can?
Get the fuck outta here, Trautman!
You take your advice with you.
When I talked to you
earlier this afternoon,
you knew he was still alive, didn't you?
I suspected it.
Sure...Sure, that's why you
stuck around. You trained him.
You taught him how to get
out of places like that cave.
But he's not gonna
get out of this place!
Teasle, you and all your men
couldn't handle him before,
what makes you think