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Clear!

Who's the informant?

Girl... with markings.

Markings? What kind of markings?

Tattoo.

On her back.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where is she?

I don't know!

Get him up.

Get him up.

Man, am I glad to see you guys.

Get up!

You allowed yourself to be captured.

No.

- You call yourself a soldier? - What are you doing?

No!

Let me see your hands.

Soft, pink hands.

You're weak!

You're no fighter.

You don't deserve to be a soldier.

Leave me.

I sent you out days ago.

Welcome back.

We've got more work to do.

Yes, sir.

What are you boys doing out here?

Special Forces.

What the fuck are they doin' here?

I don't know.

Bet you it ain't good, though.

Shit.

I bet it has something to do with that bunker right there.

Yeah.

Bet ya a case of beer it does.

Yeah, I bet you're right.

Gotta go tell the sarge.

Yeah, yeah... yeah.

Sarge, check it out.

Special Forces ring?

What's that doin' out here?

Sarge...

Found that up on point.

I better get ahold of Dodge on this.

Get ready to fire up the radio.

Kip, Johnson...

Yeah?

Take our guests to the flank.

You got it, Sarge.

I don't want any pajama men

jumping' out and claiming 'em.

Alright guys, c'mon, move along.

Go on.

- C'mon! Move it! - Sarge.

We also got a bunker. Right over there.

I'm thinking it could be a whole complex.

And uh, we might even need engineers, I dunno.

Ouf!

Your girl. Does she have a tattoo?

I don't know what you're talkin' about, man.

I don't know.

You're escorting a traitor, brethren.

Why would you help such a person?

You suicidal?

Time to die.

Shall I get our prize?

Your prize, sir.

Excellent.

Captain Dodge to Sergeant Hall.

Captain Dodge to Sergeant Hall.

What's your status? Over.

Captain, we're somewhere to the south.

Off from the Ho Bo woods.

I've got two men down, over.

In the Ho Bo woods? Over.

Yeah, we stopped and picked up

some Vietnamese captives along the way

while we were lookin' for this Shin guy.

He was our man to show us the hot spots.

We found a bunker out here, an NVA bunker. Over.

Sergeant...

You and your men are to leave the area... now. Over.

We also found a Special Forces ring out here.

And one of my men's fingers is cut off.

Sergeant?

Captain, I got men down

and a bunker to check out here, an NVA bunker.

I'm requesting a backup unit. Over.

Request denied, Sergeant.

Pack it up and move it out.

That bunker's been cleared.

Your orders were to chart hot spots,

not to pick up extra baggage and engage the enemy.

Over.

Situations came up, sir.

Wait... Captain, you know about the bunker? Over.

Virgil, come on home.

I'll see to it that you and your men get some time off.

Over.

The bunker, sir?

Over.

There is no bunker, Sergeant.

And no Special Forces ring.

The only thing out there

is the blood of your men that was spilt today.

Good men.

Return immediately!

Out.

Let's move out.

I've been told that a young girl with a tattoo on her back

has been giving the enemy information.

Many GI's have been killed

because of this little spy bitch.

She also responsible for the murder of one of my men.

Ah, this one's fierce.

Take her to the room.

I'll check her back later...

...as well as her fingers.

Hello my dear...

Read it.

"Case #110 still open.

Find the operative and execute.

Keep things quiet.

Captain Cook has sent some engineers to snoop around

for a missing Special Forces unit."

Continue.

"Case #111 Tiberius,

what is the situation?

Some infantry were cut down earlier today

Any knowledge of that situation?

Keep things quiet out there.

Dodge."

Inform Dodge I have everything under control.

Case #110 and #111 are in effect,

and will be completed on time.

Yes, sir.

Case #110. It's yours.

Leave immediately.

Yes, sir.

And I'll bring you a gift back

from those traitors.

Excellent.

Well done.

Oh please, God...

no more fuckin' Samrong.

Here, drink this.

Alright, let's review why we're here.

Captain Cook's got a pile of paperwork on his desk

saying there were some Special Forces...

they came in here...

nobody's heard from 'em since.

Our job's to figure out what happened...

and find these guys.

Let's go!

So Lieutenant, tell me something about those duds

we were just wearin'.

Ever been shot at that in those,

considering you look like

little rice people.

Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up.

To confirm they found two bodies already...

some of them missing fingers.

Missin' fingers?

Yeah, this whole mission's been a joke, it's a mess.

Crap, we shouldn't even be here.

So where is this, uh... informant?

Whoa, whoa whoa, you're down you're down...

You're with me Howard, Howard.

What do you got?

I'm out here lookin' for Special Forces.

Oh... what the fu...

Oh fuck.

Protect the hive.

There we go.

Ugh!

Fuck.

Oh shit.

I found him just outside our campsite.

There was another one with him.

Your ring?

Couldn't find it, sir.

Leave us.

His weapons.

Who are you?

You're not one of us.

Bag this trash!

I got somewhere to be.

No problem.

I got this.

Neither you nor any outsiders

are to be alive inside of my bunker.

It seems that your party wishes...

to deny me of my duties out here.

The oath, the creed that I took...

to protect and defend my country...

...It seems that you have misunderstood...

your oath... haven't you?

What?

My name's Private Peter Harwick.

My lieutenant was Chris Jacobs.

We're out here on a ghost hunt

for some missing Special Forces guys...

find any leads... so that Captain Cook

can clear the paperwork off his desk.

Seems you have found us ghosts out here,

haven't you?

At least what's left of us.

Who else is with you?

It's just me and the lieutenant.

No one else?

No.

The army only sends out two...

to search for me and my men?

Update?

A wire came in.

Get this to Ranger.

Good work, soldier.

I'm a patriot, out here in this jungle...

...in this bunker...

there are no laws...

...no rules...

...just survival.

There are traitors...

...all around us, you see.

That's why survival is so important to us.

These are the ends of traitors and deserters alike.

I have found them out here

only by operating outside of the living.

Tell me Private Harwick...

Do you know how to find traitors and deserters?

No.

You see...

the fingers and the hands...

...tell me if a soldier is truly dedicated to the creed

or not.

If your hands are soft and pink...

you serve no purpose.

You will run... you will not fight.

But if your hands are calloused...

...hard, rough like stone...

...then you will fight.

Stand and fight.

And you will know the end...

What the hell are you talking' about?

This is my life's work out here, you see.

But I am sick now...

I have cancer.

My final hour will be here soon.

Then...

more traitors and deserters will come.

Like yourself.

No, I'm not...

They will come.

They will come and they will overpower me.

I will be tried and convicted.

I'm just not sure from which side...

Tell me Private Harwick...

you haven't come to overpower me, have you?

What the hell are you gonna do to me?

Well... I'm going to kill you, of course.

Sir.

Yes?

The wire you requested.

Now... we'll find out if it's your time, Private Harwick.

Slade took off after another one of his kind.

Barn Cat, Chainsaw...

they're out there on patrol somewhere.

I heard some shots... His friend might be dead.

I didn't notice anyone else, sir.

Wait... what are you doin'!?

What are you doin'!? Wait!

Don't! Don't! Please no!

Stop!

Bring our captive to the surface.

I wanna see that girl's ink.

Sir.

Christ, it smells like shit in here.

Get up!

Get up!

Get up now you gook mother fuck!

Move, bitch!

The girl we have may be the one with the tattoo.

Let's see her flesh when she comes up.

Yes sir.

You know anything about that, traitor?

Huh?

You hear that?

Before me today, are traitors to their own kind.

And you will be punished.

You gotta be kidding me.

They said a young girl has a tattoo.

Tell him, my dear, do you have a tattoo?

Have you killed my brothers?

And you, Private Harwick...

I charge you with finding us out here.

And your incompetent lieutenant

for killing one of my men.

Have you anything to say?

Enough of this!

Back off now!

Lower your weapons!

Drop the gun!

Lower your weapons!

You won't get far by killing me.

Drop the gun now. Drop it!

Drop the gun!

Back off!

This American here, he's with me.

Drop your gun!

- Back off! - Lower your weapons!

Back off!

What the fuck you guys doin' out here?

Huh?

Cuttin' off fingers is pretty fucked up!

Me and Private here won't say anything, alright?

Right Private?

Let's go, get back!

I will die.

I'm takin' the girl!

If she's guilty, they'll hang her anyways.

Back off now. Lower your weapons.

- Back off. - Lower 'em!

- Back off. - Lower your weapons!

- Tell 'em now! - Do as he says.

- Back it up! - Do as he says.

What?

- What are we doin'? - I don't know!

I'll cut your fingers off, I swear.

Shut the fuck up. Take that thing off her head.

Go! Go.

Hurry up, Harwick!

Get in there!

Don't you dare move. Don't even move.

Stay there!

Don't you move!

Don't you fuckin' move.

Sit down, sit down!

C'mon, give me your finger.

My God.

- Give it to me. Hold still. - Alright. Alright.

Tie it tight, tie it tight.

Oh my God, where's the lieutenant?

He's fuckin' dead. He got cut up to shit, up top, man.

Jesus Christ.

Oh my God, okay, it's gonna be fine.

Hey, what's your name?

- Aw, fuck that, oh for... - Stop it!

Harwick, we don't have time for this!

What's your name?

Ly... Kim-Ly.

- Show me the tattoo! - Stop it!

Where's the radio?

How would she know where the radio is!?

Wire...

The wire leads to the radio?

Let's go, let's get out of here! Move!

Go!

You two, hunt them down!

Yes, sir.

- The bodies, sir. - Get rid of these traitors!

And the fingers?

I'll take care of that later.

Get them!

Hunt them down.

No mercy.

Yes, sir.

Sir?

all of you.

There will be no mercy here...

Not in my bunker.

I will condemn them all.

All of them.

Here we go, here we go.

Which way? This way or that way?

That way?

- Let's go, come on! - Move, move.

Damn, it's hot.

Captain Cook, sir.

The paperwork you requested.

Thank you, Private.

Dismissed.

Get this mess cleaned up.

I gotta hit the head.

Soldier!

Grab some gear and let's go!

Move your ass.

Come on, get in.

Move it.

Let's go.

Shit.

How's your finger?

- Huh? - How does it look?

What the fuck are they doin' up there?

Fuckin' Ranger psycho

choppin' off fingers with a cigar cutter.

What the fuck is wrong with those Special Forces?

- A whole ten of 'em. - They're all fucked up.

Kim, is that ra- is that wire...

That'll take us to the radio?

Forget about her, let's drop her.

She's dead weight and I don't trust her.

I don't have time for this, man, she's helping us out.

If it wasn't for her, we'd be fuckin' dead by now.

There's Special Forces all over the place.

Kim, the wire. Does it lead to the radio?

Is there where we go? Just follow the wire?

Wire take us to the generator?

Kim, the wire.

How does she know where the radio is?

I dunno, maybe she's been here before.

And how has she been here before?

So what if she's been here before, Harwick!

Does it take us to the radio?

Kim?

Yes?

I wanna see that tattoo, whether she's got it or not.

What the fuck is the tattoo? What does that matter?

- He was talking' about it. - What are you talkin' about?

Ranger said that she had a tattoo.

A tattoo of what?

I dunno, she's supposed to have a tattoo on her back.

The traitor has a tattoo.

No Harwick, she's not no traitor.

She's helping' us out.

That's great, but I wanna see that tattoo on her back...

Hey, stop it!

- Show me! - Stop it.

God damnit, man!

Shh... Did you hear that?

- Did you hear that? - Yeah.

I'm gonna go check it out.

You stay here and watch her.

Don't leave me here with her.

Harwick, I have to,

or else they're gonna get the drop on us, okay?

- I'll be back. - Fuck.

Stay here and untie her, she's not no fuckin' slave.

Move, get back here quick.

Listen, bitch, make one wrong move, I'll fuckin' blast you.

Tiberius, you're creation' paperwork for me...

and I hate paperwork.

You boys better be here.

Ouf!

Sir.

The wire you requested.

I told you, no mercy!

Dodge.

I already informed you, I have everything under control.

Guard!

I have more work to do in the interrogation room.

Remain at your post.

No commie filth...

...or useless soldier will leave my bunker alive today.

All will be condemned.

Hey, I'm not going to hurt you.

Just relax.

Gimme the ropes. I just wanna untie you, man.

Just get... just take it easy.

Oh God!

Oh fuck.

No... I wasn't here to hurt you.

Gimme your hands.

Fuck, they tied these tight.

Get this off.

Listen...

I know you're a fucking traitor

and I wanna see that goddamned tattoo.

If you move I'll blast your fucking head off.

Now show me.

Lay down. Show me that tattoo.

Aah!

Oh my god!

Shit!

Give me that!

Go. Go!

Move.

What happened here?

Fatass stabbed me. Fuck.

You alright?

I'll fuckin' make it. Where's that child?

Don't worry about it.

You gonna make it through?

We're gonna get through this.

Let's just do it.

Alright, let's go, come on. Lead the way.

Let's go, Kim.

Follow him.

My fallen brothers...

You have all fought and died with courage and honor.

Because of your bravery...

...you all share in eternal glory.

I am not long for this world.

My body grows weaker by the hour.

But there is one more battle I must endure.

One of our own has deserted us.

My heart is heavy...

but I know what I must do.

He leaves me no choice.

It's time.

Raven, my brethren,

it's time we discussed your end.

I see you've finally left us for a drop of water.

I offered you blood.

There was a time when you were one of my elite.

One of the best.

Not anymore.

Not now.

You're weak.

You're not one of us.

You've gone to the other side.

- Their side! - I'm not on their side.

I just couldn't follow your last few commands.

My commands, yes.

You haven't got the heart or the soul

to follow my orders anymore.

I know you speak English, you piece of shit.

I've heard you through the walls.

You understand me, don't you?

Yes.

They're not to be trusted...

and yet you accept water from their hands, don't you?

Yes...

I told you to put two bullets in their skulls,

and take their fingers.

Listen to what you're saying.

Taking fingers.

Look at you. You cower like a child!

You're just a shadow of the man I once knew.

This ring...

...a symbol of honor.

It deems you more than a mortal man.

You don't deserve to wear this anymore.

All is lost for you.

- But not them, they're not lost. - No, please.

Oh no...

They watch you with their beady little eyes.

They watch you while you write letters

to your family and friends.

And those pictures, those photographs,

that you hold so near and dear to your heart...

They will take them from you.

They will take them from you and they will burn them.

So yes... that is why I take their fingers.

So they will never again

pull the triggers of their weapons

against your brothers...

my brothers.

Please...

The ring...

The ring, Raven.

Only the strong wear the ring.

Why have you forgotten it?

Ah... aah.

Sir, untie me so I can help you.

Help...

...help you say?

Yes...

I'm sure you heard the siege on my bunker today.

My enemies attacked me like cowards.

The same way Booth attacked Lincoln

at the theater.

Like a coward.

All of you will pay for the attack on my home today.

The weak, the useless...

my enemies...

you all pay with your blood.

I grow tired of raising my hand against you.

Now you all will raise your hands against each other.

You were like a son to me.

You disappointed and hurt me beyond words.

But worst of all...

your courage and commitment perished.

So, now...

you will do your penance.

You will fight for your freedom.

You both will fight for your freedom.

All there of you will fight for your freedom.

Last man standing gets to live.

Don't make any sudden movements.

Untie him. Untie him.

Get back, get back.

Begin.

No! Agh!

Get up, get up!

Get it over with!

Oh God.

Oh God, don't hurt me.

I'm not God...

but you will see Him soon enough.

I will give you time to bleed out,

and think about the sins you've committed

against your country...

Please...

and your brothers.

Move, go on.

Shit's getting' thick up here.

Harwick, what's goin' on? You alright?

I gotta stop.

What are you talkin' about? We gotta keep going.

I can't keep goin', man.

Let's go.

We gotta keep going.

I'm fucking weak now, man. I can't go anymore.

Ly, grab his gun. Grab it.

No! No, no, no, no, no.

- Yes, Harwick. - She don't get no gun.

- Yes she does. - Bullshit, I don't trust her.

Aah!

Harwick, what's wrong with you?

There's nothing there!

Bullshit, I saw it! I don't trust her! Move!

Stop!

Show me that tattoo.

There's no tattoo! It's just mud!

Fuck you.

Don't you fuckin' dare hold a gun to me, soldier!

You, stand down!

Fuck, man!

What's wrong with you?

It's just mud!

It's just mud on her back, man.

Bullshit, I saw somethin'.

- You didn't see shit. - No.

Listen, we gotta get fuckin' help now.

We're goin' to the radio room. Let's go!

I can't go anymore.

Harwick, I need you on this one.

I can't go anymore.

I'm losin' too much blood.

I can't go any farther, man.

You gotta go without me.

You cover my six.

- Yeah, you got it. - Alright?

If you run into any trouble, follow the wire.

Alright, you got it.

Move it, Kim.

Move fast and don't trust that bitch.

Can you handle that hole in your gut?

I made it this far, didn't I?

Alright.

Go. Stay alive, brother.

Alright.

I have sacrificed everything out here.

My life...

my soul...

You have no idea.

I have been lied to, out here in this land.

But I will not back down.

I will fight to the end.

Shit! It's jammed.

Stay here.

Shh.

Harwick.

Harwick!

It's me.

Can you hear me?

Harwick.

Harwick.

Harwick.

Next time, I will kill you.

Sir.

Case #110 accomplished, sir.

By the way...

I brought you your gift.

Well done.

Blood is in my lungs now.

My time is short.

But we still have one more case to close.

Before I'm dead...

we must make sure that our brothers have not died in vain.

That spy bitch...

and that traitor GI...

they're alive in this bunker.

Hunt them down and kill them.

Sir...

I promise you...

our brothers will not have died in vain.

Excellent.

Harwick.

Harwick's dead.

We follow wire.

Come.

W... we go.

Let me check that weapon.

It's jammed.

Come.

He was a good soldier.

We gotta go. Come on.

Someone's back there.

Come on. Move.

Shhhh.

Alright. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Hey.

It's time.

Let's go.

I don't want you to leave.

The radio...

GI... GI...

we may never... get out...

a... alive.

Don't worry. I'll get you top the radio.

And I'll get us out.

I want to know...

...affection...

from GI who care about me.

From a GI?

Yes.

Thank you.

Why do the Special Forces want you?

I no enemy to you, Han.

It's time.

Shh.

Make ready.

The engineer and that little bitch are on the way.

- Take care of them. - Shh.

They're still alive.

You've let our brethren down.

You must die.

Don't move.

Come on. I'm not here to kill you.

Sit down.

Now, where are we on this map?

Vietnam.

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

Open up your channel for us.

Aaah! Fuck, Ly, my ears!

Whatcha do that for?

Enemy!

I didn't wanna kill him,

he was supposed to open up the channels.

Do you know how to use a radio, huh?

No.

Fuck, fuck.

Come on, help me move this body.

We gotta get rid of him

so that they don't know that we were here.

Ly...

we gotta get that radio working.

Come on. We gotta get out of here.

You know how to use this radio?

- I... I try. - You try? Huh?

I try.

Mayday mayday! This is Private Johannes Schenke

reporting out of an old French bunker

in the Ho Bo Woods.

I got Special Forces down my ass

and I got a civilian with me.

We need help, please.

Can you hear me? This is Private Johannes Schenke

reporting out of a French old bunker in the Ho Bo Woods.

I got Special Forces cuttin' off fingers out here

and killing our own.

They're trying' to hunt me down.

Ha!

This is too good for you.

You think you can kill my brothers?

Aah!

It's time to bleed.

Aah!

Aah!

I know you're the one.

I'm gonna take your soul. I know you're the one.

Show me your tattoo.

Time to die!

Ly!

Come on!

Ly!

Over here!

Come on!

Grab that weapon.

God...

We gotta go.

Come on.

God.

Han.

- There, go this way. - No.

- Yeah. - No.

Let's go... th... this way.

Come.

Come. Keep going.

Look.

Look.

Look.

Han...

Thank you.

I sorry... about Harwick.

Aah.

Ready?

How'd you know how to use that radio?

Ready?

The radio...

How did you know how to use it?

Let's go. You must- You must go.

The GI come.

I too went to fight.

I lost... all my family.

I'm sorry.

But now...

I have to be strong...

like GI was to my family.

Come.

Let's go.

What about the radio?

Look at me.

How'd you know how to use the radio?

Come... GI come.

Ly.

Yes?

When we get out of here...

I'm gonna take you with me.

Home?

Yeah.

Captain Dodge, sir.

A wire just came through

about a Special Forces Unit out in the Ho Bo Woods,

operating in an NVA bunker.

Arrange for a squad for my arrival out there.

- Let's clean this mess up. - Yes, sir.

My men...

Where are all my men?

The oath, the creed you all took...

Fools!

Get over here!

You failed!

You should have killed them when you had the chance!

Forgive me, sir.

He's out here, isn't he?

I ready.

I fight.

Let's move.

Drop it!

Drop it!

- Take him. - Sir.

I'll take this little spy bitch. Get up!

Move! Get up!

Keep up.

Ly, no!

It appears you've called for help.

The enemy's getting' closer.

Go on, bring your numbers! Get up!

Ly...

Look what you've done! All this time!

No! Aah!

You've been protecting the enemy!

This spy bitch! This traitor!

Ly!

Ly!

No! No!

Ly!

Ly...

The enemy.

There's no reason to save your bent nose.

Guilty.

No!

Sir?

Ly...

He killed...

Sir, here's the foot locker you requested.

Aah!

An A... An American did it? What?

Jesus Christ.

Sir, this isn't charted,

do you want me to bring it to attention?

What the fuck have you been up to, Tiberius?

Are those fingers?

My man is missin' a finger.

Is this soldier collecting 'em?

Sergeant Hall!

You will log and chart... nothing.

Your soul responsibility is this foot locker.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

You hurt anywhere else on your body?

Alright, let's clean this mess up!

They killed her...

Captain, you seem to know a lot

about this Special Forces soldier and the bunker.

We never gave you directions on how to get here.

You know...

Virgil...

I've forgotten more than you know, okay?

I'm afraid, I'm gonna have to document this in my report.

Let me see your weapon, soldier.

You know, Sergeant...

you won't be documenting anything.

How's it goin'?

Let's get you the hell out of here.

Ly... Ly... Ly!

Let's go. She's dead, don't you worry.

Well...

Private Johannes Schenke.

Being as you're all healed up,

your new duty is to drop back...

into that NVA area...

solo mission.

As you are aware...

There are more tunnels in the outer sector.

And intel has told us nothing about them.

Now, those tunnels lead somewhere, son.

And we need to know where.

If you run into any trouble...

not that I expect you to.

There an infantry division out there, calls themselves...

...The Indians.

They're charting hot spots.

Cigar?

Private...

What happened out there at that bunker

with Tiberius Ashwood...

...Ranger...

didn't happen.

It never occurred.

It's a... figment... of the imagination.

Do we have an understanding, son?

Yes, sir.

That bunker burned.

Along with all of Tiberius' mayhem.

Everyone who ever set foot in that bunker

is now dust or ash.

Except for you.

You have your orders.

Sir...

What if he talks?

He'll never make it to Christmas.

That area's in the heart of the jungle

and it will bleed him dry.

Now, no one...

must even find out what happened with Tiberius

out in that bunker.

I sent him out to do ops.

Not to cut off fingers.

He lost his humanity out there.

Understood, sir.

ETA ten minutes, boys!

Get some of those slant-eyed gook motherfuckers!

You know, they're good quality people, man.

Fuck 'em.

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