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(tense music)

- Identification.

Identification.

(grunting)

(gun cocks)

(guns firing)

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

- Meet us at the rendezvous point at 0700.

- Yes, sir.

And good luck, sir.

- Okay, Corporal.

- Hey, Sergeant.

- Okay, guys.

Let's get moving before more gooks show up.

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(yells)

Jim, pass me the field glasses.

- Cover me.

I'm gonna get that son of a bitch.

- Max, get back!

(guns firing)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

- Frank, we gotta do something about those gooks.

Frank?

Rick!

Let's cover Frank.

- Right.

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(suspenseful music)

(muffled grunting)

(bones cracking)

(gasping)

(gun thuds)

(grunts)

- I don't like it.

It's too damn quiet out there.

Something's wrong.

Check it out.

- [Rick] Looks bad, huh?

- Yeah.

Only a handful of Colonel Chintai's border guards

are manning the camp.

I'm sure the old fox moved his POWs to the Hilton.

Anyway, you know the orders.

We'll hit it with, or without, the POWs.

Okay, guys.

Let's do it.

(grunts)

(dramatic music)

(explosions booming)

(men yelling)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(yells)

(explosion booms)

(guns firing)

(yelling)

(explosion booms)

(grunting)

(explosion booms)

(yelling)

- [Jim] Oh, shit.

(grunts)

(gun firing)

(groaning)

- [Frank] Rick!

- Rick!

- Cover me.

- Get even.

(guns firing)

(explosions booming)

Son of a bitch!

(grunting)

Hi.

Can I see Sergeant Frank Johnson now?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You'll have to wait until after his medication.

- Okay.

(breathing heavily)

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

- You'll see with your entire body.

Sensing everything,

but feeling nothing.

You are like an arrow awaiting the release of a bow string

to fulfill its destiny.

- But, Grandfather.

I feel nothing.

I can only feel the heat of the fire.

- Search within your soul, my child.

For in your faith lies your inner strength.

(gasping)

(air whooshing)

- Ow!

Let go!

(grunting)

Let go!

(Frank yelling)

(nurse screaming)

- Get the doctor.

- [Nurse] Right away.

(Frank yelling)

- Frank, listen.

Frank, listen.

We're in the hospital.

Okay, listen.

Listen, Frank.

Listen.

You and I are gonna be transferred

to a South American island called San Sebastian.

We're gonna be working as US military vices.

Frank?

Frank?

Frank?

(dramatic music)

- So, you are my new training sergeants.

Your track records are very impressive.

Especially you, Sergeant Johnson.

I just want to get one thing straight.

I don't want heroes here.

This is not Nam.

I just hope you won't disappoint me.

You can take the rest of the day off.

Report to your duties at 0700 hours tomorrow.

You're dismissed.

- Thank you, Captain.

- The man has a problem.

Frank?

Hello, princess.

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?

Working too hard is bad for your health.

What about lunch?

- Here.

Take this and fill it out.

- (chuckles) Request for a pass?

- It won't work, Jim.

(clicks tongue)

Come on.

(uptempo music)

(people chattering)

- This local beer tastes like hot piss, Frank.

No more of this shit.

Mm.

(clears throat)

I just found my object of desire.

Excuse me.

I think the lady is bored.

Now, move over.

Hi, little mama.

- Hi.

- Hey, senor.

I think my friend Blanquito,

he doesn't like your messing with his girls, huh?

- You've got a bad breath.

I think Blanquito is a little dog.

You know?

- [Blanquito] You got a big dirty mouth, nigger.

- Oh, God.

Bye.

(yells)

(yelling) (glass breaking)

Nice place.

- Friend, nice place, huh?

- Yeah, friendly natives.

Oh, shit.

- Hmm?

(grunting)

- I'll shoot this little punk.

- Huh?

(grunting)

- Why, you.

(grunting)

(punches thudding)

(grunting)

(tense music)

- Frank.

Never match strength with strength.

Be like the bamboo.

Pliant yet unyielding.

Soft can overcome hard.

Watch.

(grunting)

Never underestimate the strength of your enemy,

but use it to stop him.

(grunts)

- [Jim] You've been quite withdrawn lately, Frank.

What's wrong?

You're not happy here?

Come on, man.

Level with me.

I want to help.

(subdued music)

- Ever since that accident in Nam,

I've been having flashes of my past, my childhood.

It's like they were dreams and yet, too real to be one.

- Well, what about your dreams?

- I'm a ninja in those dreams.

(chuckles)

- [Jim] You've been quite withdrawn lately.

Come on, man.

Level with me.

Is it because you're not happy here?

Look, Frank.

I want to help.

Your dreams, what were they like?

Well, what about your dreams?

(tense music)

(box clatters)

- [Man] Shit.

Don't just stand there.

Get those out of sight.

- Guns.

- What are you doing here?

It's past your bedtime, hero.

- Fix it.

- Where are those weapons going, Captain?

- Weapons?

(laughs)

Roberto, tell me.

Do you know of any weapons?

- Weapons?

Why, no, sir.

- (laughs) You see, Sergeant.

No weapons are going anywhere.

Friendly advice, just do your job.

Don't make any mistake of being a hero.

It's not worth it.

- Left.

Left, right, left.

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

- Higher!

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

- Move those feet!

Higher, higher!

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

- Come on, girls!

You can do better than that!

Move it!

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

- [Jim] Left, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, left, left.

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

- Come on, come on.

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

- I said move it!

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

- [Jim] Come on, girls!

- [Men] Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

(tense music)

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

- Come on, you guys.

We haven't got all night.

Leave it.

That's it.

- Yep.

- Okay, let's go.

(engine starts)

- [Captain] Colonel, get out!

Someone's on the truck.

- Shit.

- No one here, sir.

- This time I'll get you, hero.

(engine revving)

- Good evening, sir.

What's going on, sir?

Huh.

(grunting)

- Remember this.

Never underestimate your opponent.

Who's next?

- All this talking proves nothing, Sergeant.

Show me.

(grunts)

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

- Grandpa!

- No!

(grunts)

- [Jim] Frank, come on, man.

Cool it, cool it.

- [Captain] What's the meaning of this?

- Ten-hut!

Sir, we're teaching the men of basic combat training, sir.

- Nobody asked you, soldier.

Both of you, in my office now!

And that goes for you too, Private.

- Yes, sir.

(coughing)

- [Jim] You're dismissed!

- I just hope Sergeant Anderson is telling the truth, hero.

If not, I'll have both of you busted.

And you, Private.

You'd better clean up your act.

And for the two of you,

I must remind you that out government

sent you here to train, not to maim.

Now, get the hell out of here.

(tense music)

(gasps)

- Sergeant Johnson, you frightened me.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

- Why are you following me?

- To ask you a few questions.

- Like what?

- Captain Fidel Saucedo.

- Well, I don't know much about him.

I've only been here a few months.

- What do you know about LS?

- LS?

What about LS?

- What does it mean?

- Well, the letters LS stand for Louis Sanchez.

Does that help?

- [Frank] Go on.

- Well, he's the richest and most powerful man

in San Sebastian.

He owns a big plantation on the other side of the island.

- Where is his plantation?

- Wait a minute, mister.

You're beginning to sound like a cop.

Why are Captain Saucedo and Senor Sanchez

so important to you?

- I'm sorry.

I can't answer that.

I just need some information.

- Listen, Sergeant.

I don't know what you're up to,

but I sure hope you don't get into any trouble.

(tense music)

Frank?

If I find out anything, I'll let you know.

- Born in Japan.

American father and a Japanese mother.

In and out of foster homes.

He's used more aliases here than I can read.

Army couldn't find his true identity

so they gave him the codename of Blackfire.

You have a real winner here, Captain.

I'm impressed.

But, threatening alone is not enough.

I want him terminated.

- Two things that a weapon needs to be powerful.

Stopping power and accuracy.

And this one has both.

Colt 45.

One of the most powerful weapons

that man has ever developed.

To use it with accuracy is not that easy.

And now I will show you how a man can turn a piece of steel

into a deadly weapon.

- Now.

(tense music)

(gun fires)

Listen up!

That was a hundred points!

Pay attention!

(gun fires)

Another hundred points!

Pay attention!

(gun fires)

Listen up, ladies!

For not hitting a civilian, that's another 25 points!

(gun fires)

That's another hundred points, girls!

Pay attention to what the man is doing!

(gun fires)

That's another hundred points, girls!

(guns firing)

Ten-hut!

You're dismissed!

You're losing your touch, Frank.

- I didn't fire that shot.

- Well, what's that bullet hole right between the eyes?

- I don't know.

I think that bullet was meant for me.

- Sergeant, I have some information about hero.

That night I came to your barracks looking for hero.

We intercepted a truck with smuggles cargoes in it.

Hero was with them.

I don't know how in the hell he beat me to your barracks,

but I think his luck is about to run out.

- Is that all, Captain?

I ain't staying here and listen to all this crap.

- Sit down, Sergeant.

Nancy?

- [Nancy On Phone] Yes, sir?

- Get me file number G-5-2-5-4.

Marked classified.

- [Nancy On Phone] Right away, Captain.

- [Frank] What do you know about LS?

- LS.

(tense music)

- [Saucedo] Do you know anyone who would want

to assassinate Sergeant Johnson?

- No, sir.

- That's all, Nancy.

Okay, read it.

(spits)

I said read it, Sergeant.

- So what if he went to a reform school?

So what if he wasn't like typical white kids?

Just get to the point, Captain.

- Finish reading it, Sergeant.

That's an order.

- (chuckles) What makes you think I'd believe all this crap?

- I don't know if you're trying to cover

for Sergeant Johnson, but I'm warning you.

You're on notice.

You're dismissed.

(computer beeps)

(computer clacking)

(computer beeping)

(tense music)

(computer beeping)

(doorknob rattling)

(computer beeping)

(computer clacking)

(computer beeping)

(engine humming)

- [Soldier] Good evening, sir.

- Good evening, sir.

What happened?

- [Soldier] Break-in, sir.

- I'll take over here.

- [Soldier] Yes, sir.

- Roberto?

- [Jim] Going somewhere, Frank?

- Yep.

Going to the bar.

Feel like joining me for a beer?

- No, thanks.

I'll have to bring this to one of the guys.

- Something bugging you?

- Nothing really.

Just talk's going around the base

that a smuggling syndicate is operating here.

Maybe you know something about it.

- Nope.

Why should I?

- What about Tuesday night?

You came home quite late, Frank.

Where have you been?

- Out for a walk.

Anything wrong with that?

- Somebody took a potshot at you this morning, right?

Maybe you're hiding something from me, Frank.

- I'm not trying to hide anything from you, Jim.

- Sure you're not involved in anything shady, Frank?

- What do you mean by that?

- Just asking.

See you around, Sergeant.

(phone ringing)

- Frank, come on.

Where are you?

- Hello?

(dial tone buzzing)

(uptempo music)

- [Nancy] If I find out anything, I'll let you know.

(fingers snap)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- [Nancy On Phone] Hello.

Hello, Frank?

- No, this is Jim.

Who is this?

- It's Nancy, Jim.

Thank God.

Where's Frank?

- Oh, Nancy, baby.

Frank ain't here, but I'm here.

What's up?

- Listen, Jim.

This is important.

It's about Frank.

(knocking on door)

Wait.

There's someone at the door.

I'll be right back.

Don't hang up.

(knocking on door)

Frank?

Oh, it's you, Roberto.

What do you want?

- I've got something for you.

- What?

(dramatic music)

That's not funny, Roberto.

- Isn't it?

(Nancy screaming)

- Nancy?

Nancy?

Nancy?

Nancy?

Nancy, what's going on?

Shit.

(knocking on door)

- Nancy?

(knocking on door)

Nancy?

(knocking on door)

Nancy?

Nancy!

- Nancy?

(knocking on door)

Nancy!

(grunts)

Get up, Frank!

Get up!

- What's the matter with you?

- [Jim] You son of a bitch.

Get up!

You, get up, you.

- What the hell's going on with you?

- Murderer!

Why Nancy, Frank?

Why?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- You killed her and you're Blackfire.

- Yes, I'm Blackfire, but I didn't kill Nancy.

I didn't kill anyone.

Now, listen to me, Jim.

- Stay where you are, Sergeant Johnson.

- Hold it, Jim.

- [Jim] Captain Arminez!

He's all yours now.

(tense music)

(speaking foreign language)

- I didn't kill her, Jim.

I didn't.

- Vamos!

Cabron.

Vamos.

(speaking foreign language)

Vamos, vamos!

- Vamos, vamos.

(laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

You think you're too tough, senor, huh?

(laughing)

(grunting)

(laughing)

But, I'm tougher than you.

(laughing)

(yelling)

- Vamos.

Vamos.

Vamos, vamos.

- Stand up.

Vamos.

Stand up.

- Get up.

- Walk, you.

Go on.

(laughing)

- (laughs) Hello, hero.

You should be grateful, huh?

This is the only place where you're safe.

(laughs)

Let's say you manage to live till your trial.

Where will it get you?

The evidence against you is airtight.

You have no way out.

It's all over for you.

What do you think of that?

Huh, hero?

(laughs)

(yelling)

- You're an asshole, Saucedo.

I'm getting out of here.

And when I do it, I'm going to tear you apart.

You and Sanchez are dead meat.

(tense music)

(grunting)

- Guards.

Guards!

You know what to do.

(slow flute music)

- Nancy's left-handed.

That's it.

Damn.

(suspenseful music)

Everett Richard terminated.

Frank Johnson, Blackfire, subject for termination.

Oh, God.

(gasping)

(keys jingling)

(men laughing)

(gasping)

(men laughing)

- Hmm?

(both laughing)

- Search within your soul, my child.

For in your faith lies your inner strength.

(yelling)

(yells)

- Hey.

(grunts)

(grunting)

- Listen, Jim.

I gotta talk to you.

I didn't kill Nancy.

Saucedo is...

- Frank, you can put the gun away.

I've got the proof.

They're all here.

Captain Saucedo and Senor Sanchez

are selling arms and military hardware.

Captain Saucedo, I couldn't find him.

I have a feeling he's with Sanchez.

Listen, Frank.

Why don't we just go see the general?

I'm sure he'll listen.

Let him handle it.

- No.

We can't go through all the channels.

There's not enough time.

- Okay, Frank.

What's the plan?

- I need plastic explosives, grenades, M-79s, C-wires.

And Jim, all the firepower you can give me.

I'm going to give them hell.

- You've got it.

Okay, meet me at the coast road at 12 o'clock tonight.

Frank, I'm sorry.

Take it easy, okay?

- A most excellent inventory, Senor Sanchez.

I'm very interested in your Galils.

(laughs)

- Excellent choice, senor.

In fact, that's the best in our line.

- Can you ensure a prompt delivery?

- I maintain a very highly trained staff.

And I have warehouses all over the island.

I assure you the results are efficient and final.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Yes?

- [Man On Phone] Captain Saucedo is here to see you, sir.

He said it's very urgent.

- Very well.

Can you excuse me for a while?

- Sure.

- This better be important, Saucedo.

You've just interrupted a very delicate deal.

- Senor, Sergeant Johnson has escaped.

- Is that all?

- Yeah, but you don't understand.

- Saucedo, it is you who doesn't understand.

In fact, it's better.

Now, he's no longer a suspect, he is a fugitive.

- But, senor.

Johnson's a madman.

He'd kill you, me, all of us.

- Saucedo, you make me laugh.

You've been watching too many damn movies.

Who do you think this Johnson is, Rambo?

Meet me at the training camp tomorrow.

I will personally take care of this sergeant of yours.

(engine humming)

- Frank?

Frank?

- Is this it?

- They're all here.

- Thanks for all the help, Jim.

- Don't mention it.

Frank, you need help.

We could do it again.

- This is my war.

Just make sure the computer readout reaches the general.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

- Saucedo!

- Saucedo, I'm going to Brazil to meet my clients.

If anything goes wrong on the island,

take a few of my men and organize a search party

and look for that renegade sergeant.

And when you find him, kill him.

- Who, me?

Senor Sanchez, I'm an American.

I just can't organize a search party in San Sebastian.

The army would have me court-martialed.

- Captain Fidel Saucedo, have you ever wondered why,

after so many years, you're still a junior officer?

You could've been a major if you used your brains.

I control everybody on this island.

And you?

You're just a small fly in a big pond.

Now, you do as I say or I'll have you shot.

(gun cocks)

- You can't scare me, Senor Sanchez.

I'm not that stupid.

You can have your island, but not me.

I'm not gonna risk hard labor in Leavenworth

just to protect your operation.

- Don't be a fool, Captain Saucedo.

(gun fires)

(grunting)

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(bones breaking)

(gun thuds)

- Where is Sanchez?

- I don't know.

- Where is Sanchez?

- Please, don't kill me.

I'll tell ya.

They all went to his training camp up north.

You have to take the train.

(bones break)

(train whistle blowing)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Somebody's on the train.

(guns firing)

- Huh?

(guns firing)

(men yelling)

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

- Sir, we just got word.

Our perimeter guards have been attacked.

Just now.

- Roberto!

He's coming.

You know what to do.

He's here!

Get him!

(men yelling)

(explosion booms)

(guns firing)

(yelling)

(explosion booms)

- He's over there.

- Son of a bitch.

- [Man] Get him!

(explosions booming)

- Saucedo!

Either you come out, or I go in!

- Kill him!

(guns firing)

(tense music)

(explosions booming)

(guns firing)

(explosions booming)

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Get him!

(engine whirring)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(dramatic music)