Rambo!
C'mon!
You take this. We go on from here.
- It better I stay to end.
- This is the end.
Go on, let's go!
Rambo!
You not expendable.
Colonel, 3 minutes.
That's Rambo!
Christ, he's found one!
Relay the command.
Rambo's found one of ours!
Mr Murdock, Dragonfly
reports that ground crew
has what appears to be an
American POW with them.
- What did you say???
- They've got one of ours!
Hey! Yeah! Yeah!
This station is now on Condition Bravo.
Harrison, Meyers, Goodell, out!
Everybody out!
Come on, move!
Go to your COMINT priority
frequency! Gimme the mike!
Dragonfly, this is Coach 1.
This is an Alpha-Kilo-Victor
command priority.
Come on!
I want you to abort the
mission immediately!
I say again, this is a
recall. Confirm. Over.
Say it again, coach 1, say it again.
I'm tellin' you to abort!
Colonel!
I've been ordered to
abort before pick-up!
Murdock, Murdock, for Christ
sake, we've got 'em in sight!
Murdock, do you read?
Come on!
- We're going down!
- You're not going anywhere.
You goddamned mercenaries!
There's men down there! OUR men!
No, your men. Don't be a hero.
Colonel!
Don't leave!
What are you doing? Do you
know what the hell you've done?
Don't act so innocent, Colonel!
You had your suspicions,
and if you suspected then,
you're sort of an accessory, aren't you?
Don't ever count me
with you and your scum!
It was a lie, wasn't it?
Juste like the whole
damn war. It was a lie!
What are you talkin' about?
That camp was supposed to be empty.
Rambo goes in, a decorated Vet,
he finds no POWs, the
Congress buys it, case closed.
And if he happens to get caught,
no one knows he's alive except
you and your computers, and you
can reprogram that, can't you?
Who the hell do you think
you're talkin' to, Trautman?
A stinking bureaucrat
who's tryin' to cover his ass.
No, not just mine,Trautman!
We're talkin' about the nation's!
Besides, it was your hero's fault.
Now if your warrior had gone in,
and done what the hell
he was supposed to do,
we'd be out of this clean and simple!
He was just supposed to take pictures.
And if those pictures showed something,
they would have been...
lost, wouldn't they?
Oh, Trautman, I still don't think
you understand what this is all about.
The same as it always is: money.
In '72, we were supposed to pay the
Cong 4.5 billion in war reparations.
We reneged, they kept the POWs.
And you're doing the
same thing all over again.
What the hell would you do, Trautman?
Pay blackmail money
to ransom our own men,
and finance the war
effort against our allies?
What if some burnt-out POW
shows up on the 6 o'clock news?
What you wanna do?
Start the war all over again,
you wanna bomb Hanoi,
wanna everybody screaming
for armed invasion?
You think civilians are gonna get up on
the floor of the United States Senate,
and ask for billions of dollars
for a couple of forgotten ghosts?
Men, goddamn it! Men who
fought for their country!
That's enough!
Trautman...
I'm gonna forget this
conversation ever took place.
You bastard!
And if I were you,
I'd never make the mistake of
bringing this subject up again!
You're the one who's making the mistake.
Yeah? What mistake?
Rambo.
Damned Russian bastards!
He's dead now.
Bring him up!
The knife!
These people are so
vulgar in their methods.
They lack compassion.
I'm Lieutenant-Colonel Podovski.
I do not know who you are yet,
but I will!
Take him and clean him up.
That's all.
Thank you, Captain Vinh.
Leave one guard, please.
I see you are no stranger to pain.
Perhaps you have been among
my Vietnamese comrades before?
No answer?
Do you wish to give your name?
What possible harm can that cause?
Pride is a poor
substitute for intelligence.
What you must understand is
that we have to interrogate you.
To Sergeant Yushin here,
you're piece of meat,
a laboratory experiment.
But to me, you are a
comrade, similar to myself,
just opposed by an act of fate.