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 weather.
To live off the land...
To eat things that would
make a billy goat puke.
In Vietnam, his job was to dispose
of enemy personnel, to kill...period!
Win by attrition. Well,
Rambo was the best!
OK, Colonel, now you've
got us all scared to death.
What do you and the Special Forces think
I oughta do about your psycho out there?
Let him go.
- Do what?
- For now.
Defuse the whole situation, defuse him.
Provide a little gap and
let him slip through it.
Then put out a nation wide
APB. In a couple of weeks,
you'll pick him up in Seattle or
someplace, working in a car wash.
There'll be no fight and
nobody else will get hurt.
I do my own work. I don't
figure the best way to do that is
to close my eyes and then hope
he gets picked up in Seattle!
If you send your people in
there after him, they'll get killed!
You know, we're just a small
hick town Sheriff's department,
Colonel, but we're
expected to do our duty
just like our heroes
in the Special Forces.
In Special Forces, we teach our
people to stay alive in the line of duty.
No shit, I never thought of that!
You want a war you can't win?
Are you tellin' me that 200 men against
your boy is a no win situation for us?
You send that many,
don't forget one thing.
What?
A good supply of body-bags!
Trautman!
I don't know which side
you're on, Trautman...
I still think you came out
here just to cover your ass.
But if you're serious about taking
Rambo out clean, follow me...
State police calling John
Rambo. Acknowledge.
State police calling John Rambo.
Come in please. Acknowledge!
If you're listening, Rambo, here's
your situation: you are surrounded.
Every possible exit has been blocked,
every highway, every
road, every fire break.
You have our word that
your services to your
country will be taken
into consideration.
And you'll receive fair treatment.
Just respond, we can
work everything out...over.
Anything?
- He took a radio off one of my deputies.
- Then he has to be listening.
If I was in his position,
I'd try to pick up
some information. Maybe
catch some cross talk.
Of course, he's listening.
He's not gonna break radio silence.
No, not for us, but he
might do it for you, Colonel.
He's your boy, isn't he?
Maybe you can talk him into sparing
all our lives by giving himself up.
I can try.
At least, we'd get a
radio fix on his position,
if you don't mind
setting him up for us...
Setting him up for you?
It's like bringing the
pigeons to the cat!
Thanks for bringing your people out.
Any time, Will.
C'mon, Bobby, put the
magazine away, will ya?
Pay attention. I mean we
may only get one crack at this.
Company leader calling
Raven. Come on Raven.
Company leader calling Raven.
Company leader to
Raven. Talk to me, Johnny.
Company leader to identify Baker Team:
Rambo, Messner, Ortega, Coletta,
Jorgensen, Danforth, Berry, Krakauer.
Confirm.
This is Colonel Trautman.
Talk to me, Johnny.
They're all gone, Sir.
- That's him, get on it.
- Rambo. Are you alright? Over.
Baker team, they're all dead, Sir.
Not Delmare Berry, he made it.
Berry's gone too, Sir.
How?
Got himself killed in Nam...
Didn't even know it. Cancer
ate him down to the bone.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
I'm the last one, Sir.
lt's good to hear your voice,
Johnny. It's been a long time!
Look, John, you've
done some damage here,
but they don't want any more trouble.
He's north-west!
That's why I've come.
I'm gonna come in
and fly you the hell out.
Just you and me. We'll work this
out together. Is that fair enough?
Where'd you come from, Sir?
Bragg.
I tried to get in touch with you,
but the guys at Bragg
never knew where to find you.
Well, I haven't been spending
much time there lately,
they