Take my hand!
We're going down!
Hold on!
Take what you can!
- Come on, move it, move it!
- Go on!
- We gotta hit the border.
- We stay here.
We know where to go.
- Which direction, John?
- Northeast!
Hold it, John!
I gotta rest a minute.
How's your wound?
You taught us to ignore
the pain, didn't ya?
Has it worked?
Not really!
Don't take it personally!
Thanks.
You go on ahead and see if
you can find some cover.
That was close, John! How are you?
Well done!
We won't make it easy for them.
We'd better split out!
I'm sorry I got you into this, John!
No, you're not!
- Are you listening?
- Who are you?
Your worst nightmare.
It's good timing!
What are friends for?
You go back to the hole. I'll cover
you, and see if there's any more left.
Across the valley is the border.
We did it, John!
Wait!
What the hell is that?
The son of a bitch!
Do not try to retreat!
You can not escape.
We will not attack if you do not run!
We do not want to hurt you.
Somehow I don't believe him!
I order you to come forward,
and you will be given a fair trial.
Drop your weapons,
and remain where you are.
You got any ideas?
Drop your weapons!
Surrounding them, Sir.
Helluva time for humor, John!
Drop your weapons! Now!
You have no chance of escape.
Come forward! I want
to pick you back alive.
This is your last warning!
The choice is yours.
What do you say, John?
Fuck 'em!
If we're gonna go, I would
crave to take that bastard with us!
What is that?
It's the rebels!
Come on!
John, get out of there!
You're sure you don't want to stay?
You fight good for a tourist!
Maybe next time.
Do you want this back?
No. You keep it.
Can you not stay?
I gotta go.
Goodbye.
Hard to believe, John!
What's that, Sir?
Well, I hate to admit it, but the
truth is I think we're getting soft!
Maybe just a little, Sir...
Just a little!John!
John Rambo!
I don't believe this!
- So where you're coming from?
- Washington.
- Good to see you again!
- Yeah, you too.
Do you want to tell me about it?
About what?
About yesterday, I've seen you stick
fighting in a warehouse in Bangkok.
- You saw that?
- Yeah.
And today I find you,
working in a monastery.
They let me live here and
I help out, fixing things.
And the stick fighting?
I just do that for their lack of money.
Yeah...I saw you give it to the monks.
You see a lot.
Colonel, who are they?
They're part of the reason I'm here.
This is Robert Griggs, he's a
field officer of our local embassy.
John Rambo.
Pleasure.
Well, you're sure not easy to find!
Why are you keepin' track?
Well, like the Colonel says,
good men are hard to find!
John, I'd like you to take a
look at some of these photos.
I don't know how much you
know about Afghanistan.
Most people can't even find it on a map!
But over two million civilians,
mostly peasants
farmers and their families,
have been systematically
slaughtered by invading Russian armies.
Every new weapon,
including chemical warfare, has
been used to eliminate these people.
And they've been very
successful, at many levels.
I assume that you're out of touch
with the current states of the war.
But after nine years of fighting,
the Afghan Forces are now
getting their Stinger missiles,
and are now beginning to hold
their own against the Air-Strikes.
Except for one region,
50 miles over the border.
Apparently, the Soviet Commander
there is exceptionally brutal,
as those photos indicate.
And he's managed to string
allow all aid from the outside.
So we want to...
investigate the problem firsthand.
And what that's got to do with me?
They've asked me to go in.
You're not gonna do it?
Yes. And I want you to
come with me, John.
I put in my time.
What does that mean?
It means my war is over.
I thought you said he
was this great soldier.
Well, Colonel...
that's like we've got a
long walk down those stairs.
Don't be tough on him,
he's just following orders.
This mission's