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.
I know you were trying to facilitate
the release of war criminals held
by this Republic. I can appreciate this.
But this incident, your capture, is...
...embarrassing.
We must have explanation.
First of all, I wish you to
radio your headquarters,
and say that you have been captured
and condemned for espionage activities,
and that no such criminal agression
should be attempted in the future!
Or they will meet with
the same fate as yours.
Fuck you!
You wish to test your
strength... Good. Good!
Yushin!
Comrade, here is something
that might be of interest to you:
a transcript of the conversation
between your helicopter pilot
and his commander we intercepted.
"Dragonfly"... "Wolf's
Den"... colorful names!
Here we are:
"We have them in sight".
And the reply: "Abort the
operation immediately. "
"This is a recall. Confirm. Over. "
It seems you were
abandoned by direct command.
And these are the people
you protect... with your pain!
You may scream. There is no shame.
You are strong... Very strong!
The strongest so far.
But you're nearly dead! Poor waif.
Make the radio call.
To talk, to obey would
be so much easier.
Yushin has a memento
for you of this occasion!
Put it in his eye.
If your own life means nothing
to you, then perhaps his does.
- Don't tell them anything!
- You will talk.
Yes?
Don't do it!
Do it!
Now!
Two-two-O-five-six...
Lone Wolf, receive.
This is Lone Wolf, two-two-O-five-six
Lone Wolf, this is Wolf's Den.
Transmit location and status. Over.
What is it?
It's Rambo, Sir.