your headquarters.
Name's Emerson... Clyde Emerson.
No. You don't understand.
Now, what is needed here is a
little courtesy and cooperation.
I'm the point man for
a P.O.W. Search mission.
The I.F.H. Got word of this
little operation some time ago.
I must say, we've had
a devil of a time finding you.
Who is "we"?
Ah, yes. The International
Freedom House.
I'm not just running around the
jungle looking for publicity.
He lie.
It's not a lie.
I'm part of a major operation.
There are nine other scouts
like me.
We each have five square miles
to cover.
And all of us call in
to Central Team regularly.
Now, if you think that's a lie,
you are in a pack of trouble.
Why don't you cooperate...
and save yourself a lot
of needless bloodshed?
What the hell is going on?
Damned if I know.
Do you really expect me
to believe you...
and turn over my whole camp?
Well, under
the circumstances, yes.
I believe that's the only thing
that you can do.
I hid a homing device
out there in the jungle.
My team knows
exactly where I am.
Now, they'll be waiting
for my signal.
Now, if I give it,
they'll come in slowly.
If I don't, they'll come in
fast, and you'll all be dead.
What signal?
Stop playing the fool.
The way I figure it...
these are your choices...
you can either cut and run...
or you can wait
until my team comes in...
and then you can try to run...
or you can cooperate
right now...
and save everyone
a whole lot of trouble.
I believe you left out
some of my options.
One, I could kill you
and the prisoners.
Yes. Missed that one.
And two... I can simply
lock you up...
and wait until you're ready
to give the signal.
Yes, you could lock me up...
but I'll never give you
the signal.
I don't care if you kill me.
Now, look, I'm tired of
hanging around under this sun...
playing footsie with
a half-pint would-be dictator.
Give him anything he wants.
I can't believe it!
We're going home!
OK. I want to know who won
the World Series last year.
I don't know anything about
any bloody World Series, mate.
I'm Australian.
Forget it. I love you anyway.
Yin won't give up this easy.
How large is your rescue team?
Large enough to kick
Yin's ass, huh?
I'm alone.
Alone?
Nobody knows I'm here, mate.
Man, there's nobody
gonna come and get me.
But the International
Freedom House...
The Central Team,
The homing device?
It's just a bluff, isn't it?
I had to tell him something.
I've heard rumors
about this place.
I followed Francois in.
I'm just a lousy
photographer, mate.
I needed pictures for proof.
Damn!
One thing for sure,
he's got guts.
Yeah. Nobody ever broke
into a prison camp.
All right, then, let's get out.
We'll head for the cliffs.
Anything happens to me...
I stashed
some ropes under a big rock.
You can't miss it.
Head for the Thai border...
100 miles due west.
Come on, let's go.
Wait. Yin may let you go...
but he certainly
won't let us all go.
What's that?
It's Francois coming
to pick up his whores.
Shit. He knows I'm alone.
Well, move it!
I'm just going to give
the signal, mate.
Mr. Emerson.
I'm just gonna give my signal.
Good.
Damn.
I hope everyone's told you
how well they have been treated.
Well, they don't love you,
but all in all...
they look pretty good.
I'll be right back.
One more moment, please.
I would like you to meet
a friend of mine.
I'll meet him later.
I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I wouldn't want the Central Team
to get impatient, you know.
Francois.
What's the matter, my friend?
You look a little nervous.
He is the goddamn guy who's
been asking questions about us.
He claims he's the point man
for a major rescue operation.
He's lying. He's alone.
I've still got the homing
device out in the jungle.
I am weary of playing footsie
with you.
Take him to the tree.
Move!
For the crimes against
the people of Vietnam...
I sentence you to death.
Don't worry! It's not real!
He's just trying to scare you!