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Right on your ass, right?

Push We

can

make it

This time's over. Listen up.

We're going to be like this wind, strong and invisible.

We're going to take that village without firing a shot. Understood?

We've located hot camp, but no sign of litter. No sign of litter. Over. We

know where the hostages are, if they're even together in one place.

So surprise is the operable word here.

Do you read that concept?

Yes, sir.

Until now, we've been playing it by the book. Well, you're not just regular

grunt issue.

You assholes are fucking special forces.

The rules do not apply.

Why not soldier?

Because we're warriors. You ever seen an ass -kicking wind like this before,

soldier? No way, Sarge. I'll say you haven't, because the last time there was

wind like this, you were sucking up to your daddy's jism in your mama's pussy.

Am I right?

And I ought to know, because I was on the other side of a butt -fucking -a

-brain -dad. Am I right, shit -face?

Yes, sir.

Don't ever call me sir.

I work for a living.

So that's the kind of wind we have.

And we're going to need a drifter.

Cooper! You've been swinging your dick around since you transferred into this

squad. Let's see you walking like you're talking.

You've got 15, over.

Insertions in 15 seconds.

That means you've got three, two, one.

Four clicks, north, northwest. Four clicks, north, northwest.

Three clicks, shift east, over. Three clicks, shift east.

Next stop, ground floor.

Cal, just swim me a line, will you?

Sarge, watch your back.

Hope you can swim, kid.

would you throw to your ear by now?

Your old man had eyes behind his head.

He could hear the count far ten miles away.

You gotta learn, kid.

A warrior is always ready.

What the fuck's going on?

Where are you going?

Wake up!

Christ, Sarge!

Live ammo?

It's nothing, kid.

I can do a lot more damage than that.

He can't help you this time.

You're all alone now.

That's when you find out if you're a warrior like your father.

Facing it on your own.

It's all that counts.

Fear's something, ain't it, kid?

You gotta get to know it.

Then you'll know how to use it.

Party's over!

Welcome to Mr. Raker's neighborhood, Cooper.

Shit's gonna rain down on them for this.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Say what? Because nothing's gonna be said. Oh, you've gone seriously soft in

head now? Look, I'm not talking and you didn't see shit. You got it?

Whatever turns you on, Phil.

I can't believe what I'm not hearing here.

The infirmary notifies me they pulled shell fragments.

I told you it was on a training mission.

And nobody... Not even the wounded man can tell me what happened?

You got something to say, soldier?

No, sir.

I hit the deck, sir.

One more time, Cooper.

Who shot you?

Sir, I don't know.

As I said, I was moving for cover.

got a pretty good idea who's responsible for this.

I didn't get to this death through a goddamn correspondence course.

The major here choppered in from Naples.

Judge Advocate's office.

The head of an Article 32 investigation on this matter.

I see evidence of gross code infractions.

Noncompliance with... with procedural rules and possible maltreatment.

So if anybody suddenly gets his memory back,

I've got a criminal complaint form all ready to sign.

Dismissed.

What do you think, John?

Without a signed deposition, you have no case.

This guy's a loose cannon.

When he goes off, I'm the one who's gonna feel the heat.

Judge Abbott cannot contain how much more he wrote.

Thank you.

You know, Donovan keeps dogging me on that incident report.

I think he's finally going to drop it.

Whatever makes you happy.

Look, I just don't want to make a big stink, that's all.

You in love with Raker or what?

I mean, why did you transfer in anyway?

Serve under the tarps.

Well, I hope you're a man who appreciates irony.

My old man pulled a hitch with him in Nam.

So?

His letters home, he said Raker was the finest soldier he'd ever known.

Got a rep. I'll give him that.

He and your old man, they ever get together?

Vietnam veterans? Old man's MIA.

I'm sorry.

Those letters.

They say anything about fingers?

What?

Word is, Raker cultivated some strange practices during the war.

Chopped off commie fingers.

I know some guys took years.

You know, Raker would want to be different.

I don't know, man. He's always been a hard ass.

Lately, things have gotten pretty weird.

Especially since you got here.

Hello What

can

I do for you kid I thought we needed to clear the air a bit

We got a beef.

You know what I'm talking about.

The exercise.

Put the exercises.

Thought up by paper pushes like the major.

You'll never learn anything from them.

This is what it's all about, kid.

Just surviving ain't enough.

Unleash the dragon.

That's a goddamn way of life, you know?

It's what you've got to tap if you're going to defeat your enemy.

No allies.

Just you and the dragon inside.

Every day here, I feed it.

Cultivate it.

For me, there's just combat.

of the Vietnamese warrior kings.

Never heard of a GI having one of these.

You think it's just a souvenir?

The Khan held to a tradition that a good soldier, when he knew he was finished,

should choose his executioner.

The executioner should be worthy of the task.

Another warrior king.

Even my weapon had to be worthy.

Why won't you ever talk to me about it?

The war broke your father and me together.

You and me, that's a different thing.

I'm not your pal.

I'm your teacher.

What is it?

Hey, John.

Roland Caldwell.

Monsieur de Vries.

Joseph Bates. He's the Gen Tech rep from the U .S.

Hello, gentlemen.

Bates.

Thunder.

Do you have the material?

Boys, I got a package that I can promise you that you're gonna love.

The A -17, by the way, is a motherfucker.

What I mean is an effective piece of equipment.

I've been hearing about the SAW.

The SAW is not available.

When will it be available?

If you look on the back page, you'll find something that's very, very

and it'll take care of your needs.

How do you know what my needs are, mister?

Perhaps in small quantity.

The FAW is not available, and if I didn't know what your needs were, Mr.

Caldwell, I would not be here.

Look, wait a minute, wait a minute.

You have my personal guarantee that you'll have no problem on that score.

They've got a major shipment coming in.

Listen, I just need a little bit more time.

I'm almost there.

When did your publisher become a fascist?

This is not a wild goose chase.

No.

No, I can't send you any hard evidence right now.

Listen, I am going to expose these guys with or without your help.

a little shit.

Get your ass up here and try it again before I really get pissed off.

Ah.

Mr. Grayson Beauty, your descent suck, and your grenade lobs look like you're

trying to feed snowballs to a hot pussy.

What's the diff, Sarge?

Long as you toss a sucker in a cave and hit the ground, right?

Well, it's a good idea if you're Mr. Pitt with this popper.

The chump next to you, which might be me.

Leave the fucker ass first.

Come on.

Is

he

breathing? He

twisted, motherfucker.

Doing my job, Coop.

Killing your own man ain't your job.

What the hell happened to you?

My father said you were the best.

I am.

No one can stop me.

I'll stop you, you son of a bitch.

You're going...

Maybe I'd start on my parallel myself.

Good. I'll see you this weekend.

Take care.

Inside.

I've been waiting for this, Raker.

It's all here.

Man in the hospital with a massive concussion.

Criminal charges signed by Cooper, and an order for your immediate suspension

and confinement pending transfer to Mannheim Stockade.

Now, the judge advocate is considering psychiatric evaluation, but I think once

he reads Cooper's affidavit, he'll recommend full court -martial.

What's with you, Raker?

You think just because you're a war hero, you don't have to follow rules and

reg?

Doesn't matter.

The war record isn't going to save you from doing time on this one.

You're finished, Sergeant.

Cooper, do you like to hunt?

Yes, sir, I sure do.

Good, I got a job for you.

Look, I'm hosting a hunting party up at my cabin for the weekend.

I'd like you to drive a few of my friends up there.

Where is this cabin?

Up in the middle of no place.

Sector 9.

I've been dropped near there during maneuvers.

I don't do anything by accident, Cooper.

Look, you go up there in the morning, okay?

Once you talk to my secretary, you get the details.

I've got to be off the base with a meeting, so I'll meet you up there

okay?

Your war record isn't going to save you from doing time on this one.

What the hell happened to you?

My father said you were the best.

You're going down this time.

I don't know about the pleasure part of this.

Because I think she's the only quiff within 50 miles of this joint.

Very true, Bates, but how did you find out, huh?

I got my way here.

Here you go, Beth, huh?

Americana.

Go try your luck again, huh? She's probably got an old man to blow my

out.

So how about you, Ross?

Anybody, uh, mess with the family? What, ancient history?

We take care of our own, Beth.

Va bene, grazie.

How long do we get to the cabin, soldier?

A couple of hours.

Alors, shall we?

Bye.

You aim for the shoulder bone. Anybody tells you any difference, they're

in the wind.

Yeah, you do it that way, Bates, huh?

You just might riddle your opponent with length.

You aim for the heart.

One shot.

Bullshit, man. You just take them down first.

With big game, you never know.

Some of them have heart.

How did you knock over with a feather?

DeVries, big game is just like an enemy soldier.

You don't have time to look for the heart. You just gotta take them down.

Man fighting man is altogether different.

I mean, the rules of sportsmanship don't apply.

Since you're out to get him, it's most likely he's looking to kill you.

It's a sport in a way, isn't it?

I mean, hunting your own kind, isn't that kind of a unique privilege of the

species?

All this philosophy crap.

How do you like that trigger action there, Rossi? It works for me.

Here, cowboy.

Evening, Cobra.

Colonel Peterson.

Bags are in the back, soldier. Sir.

Well,

I feel the long horn rising up in me, Major.

It's kicking in the stall and it's ready to go roaming about.

Gentlemen, to our mutual interest.

Welcome.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy. Come on.

You in here, boy? Come on.

Come on.

Probably your nose didn't hear you.

Give me the bat.

twisted, son. Everything okay?

Yau hui, sir.

What?

It's a Vietnamese ritual sacrifice. It means to give good battle.

Vietnamese? You're telling me we got gooks up here?

No, sir.

I don't know, sir.

Well, then don't make a fuck who done it. The son of a bitch is gonna pay.

I will find him.

And I will waste his sorry ass for him.

Christ, what's he going to do, shoot up the whole goddamn forest?

It just doesn't add up any other way, sir. It has to be the Sarge. Soldier,

you forgotten?

I've got him locked up over a hundred miles from here.

No, sir, but I also haven't forgotten that he once escaped from a North

Vietnamese prison camp, sir.

I had two MPs on him.

Look, we'll cover more if we split up.

Boy, you are way, way over the line.

Am I?

Yeah.

You killed my dog.

You ruined my hunting party.

Is it a piece of the action you won?

Well, there's plenty to go around.

Wrong answer.

You want the whole nine yards?

Well, it's dirt simple.

Major Donovan sees himself as a patriot.

So I used him to put all them good old boys together.

And they're all happier than pigs in shit.

Then you gotta be the happiest pig on the planet.

Because you couldn't be in deeper shit.

What is your angle?

I don't play angles, Colonel.

Boy, you're overreacting. This is just a nickel and dime little arms deal.

Oh, Jesus.

Reagan.

Sarge?

We gotta find him.

Illuminate him.

Come on, sir.

Help me get him back to the cabin.

Oh, you're scaring me. You shouldn't do that to somebody. You could scare them

to death.

This is my camp.

I was just getting some shots.

Of my truck?

No.

No, of the trees.

I'm doing a study on the effects of acid rain on this forest.

Must be interesting.

Pollution can kill all this beauty.

My name's Kim.

God, I didn't know it was going to be this cold.

Thank you.

I would love a cup of coffee.

You don't strike me as a nature lover.

No?

No. I'm pretty good at figuring people out.

That's a good thing to know how to do.

You gotta figure them out before they figure you out.

Yeah, well, dream on, Sherlock, because as far as I'm concerned, it could have

been any one of us.

Or all of it.

He's the one man called well.

Now that we know what we're up against, we'll make short order of him.

We better.

We don't know how much he knows.

He knows enough.

I'll tell you one thing. We got the firepower to take him down.

Look at this little beauty here, my friend.

Effective control.

She's lightweight and a kindergartner can operate that.

We gotta get some payback for Colonel Peterson.

Ain't you sweet, Mr. Caldwell?

Now you're gonna see this little puppy in full action before you take her back

to Johannesburg.

Enough of the sales bit, Bates, huh?

Let's just assemble these toys.

We've got Cooper out there, too, don't forget.

So?

He doesn't know anything.

Well, he's going to get himself a little quick lesson in global politics.

And if he's a slow learner.

happened? Who's chasing you?

What the hell are you doing up here?

Fuck off, soldier.

You've seen him, haven't you?

He was chasing you.

You're sick.

Oh, you're sick.

Look, I've got to know where he is.

I'm getting the hell out of here.

You play your sick war game.

This is not a game.

You show me where he is.

Now. You think this sergeant got your grunt?

Cooper's on his list, that's for sure.

Well?

I didn't exactly have time to check my compass.

Was he camped near anything?

Yeah, a bunch of trees.

There's a spring and a lot of rocks.

Hey!

Did you see where he went?

He's probably gonna hold up with that flat somewhere and wait this thing out,

man. Forget him.

If we can't have lone wolves running around here, we'll wind up shooting each

other. Bates, you go back and see if you can find him.

No reason to be a hero.

What's with all this hardware?

What the hell is that?

come, asshole.

So that's the story, Cooper.

We got ourselves an armory in here.

She's a goddamn magazine writer.

Look who's got his finger up the cunt of genius, huh?

Shut up and let's do it.

Get off my fucking fingers.

I'm going to be a man.

With all due respect, sir, you've involved me in matters I don't want any

of.

Delay that, Cooper.

It's okay.

Raker's our problem. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We better get him back quick.

We'll go to the cabin and plan our strategy.

Keep your eye on the girl.

Take care of her. You know that.

You got her?

This isn't too pretty. I don't know if you want to watch.

I've already seen a lot.

Don't you stick your nose in places it doesn't belong?

Yeah.

People always count on you not to.

And they figure they can get away with anything.

I didn't know anything about this deal they were putting together.

I was just told to escort a few friends of the Major's on a hunting trip. That's

all. Right, soldier.

And now you see your big chance.

And you don't care who this little deal of yours hurts or kills.

Look, you want to believe I'm one of them, that's fine.

Right now, all I care about is getting us out of here alive.

My squad sergeant started his own war out there, and we're caught right in the

middle of it.

And these goons I've been assigned to babysit aren't planning on letting you

leave. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Oh, look, I'm sorry.

Truce, okay?

I just want to get out of here. I just want to get in my van, and I want to get

the hell out of here. And if you want to help, great.

Well, I know the way the Sarge works pretty well, and there's only one road

of here, and I don't think he's just going to let you drive away.

Or is there another way out?

Maybe we could just cross the mountain by foot.

That way we can keep ahead of him.

And I think there's a village in that direction where we could get some help.

Rossi's got a plan.

I like it.

I think it's safe to say that Rossi has enough local connections that he can

take care of Raker.

I'll bring back a goddamn battalion.

I think we're running quite a risk, sir.

Look, if Bates is gonna have any chance at all, we gotta get him help pretty

quick.

He didn't leave Bates like that to give him a chance.

He did it just to handicap us.

I still have rank, Cooper.

like an old lady.

He's trying to keep us alive, pal. Ah, you worry about nothing, huh?

Stop the jeep, huh?

I said stop the jeep!

I'll show you how to drive, then.

See? You overestimate your sergeant, soldier.

That would be a first.

He may have been a war hero once, huh? But now he's just a desperate man.

And a desperate man will always lose the fight.

Waiting for.

Do it.

You're just beginning to learn.

One by one, your allies are vanishing.

Soon you know the fear.

The fear that at the brink of death sets you free.

If you can survive it.

With no honor in suicide, soldier.

Go back.

Roll the dice one more time.

Caldwell, you idiot.

That's not going to get us anywhere.

Well, maybe you set us all up, Major.

All I know is you have to go.

My people need those weapons.

but he...

It's not much use to us with the bridge blown.

Listen.

I just want to thank you.

Forget it.

Did you ever handle one of these?

Oh, God.

I've always been against guns.

Well, Raker's not going to check your political affiliations before he suits

you.

Cut off your fingers.

Hell, maybe... Maybe the Sarge is an exterminating angel.

Maybe those guys all deserve to die.

Nobody deserves to die.

I guess you're right.

Who gave you order to hire me, girl?

You're not calling the shots anymore, Major.

I've seen my share of action.

When a chain of command breaks down... Pushing paperclips and cutting arms

is not action.

Insubordination is a court -martial offense, soldier.

So is gun -running, Major.

From now on, we do things my way.

Just maybe we'll have a chance.

Let's go.

you

You holding up?

Come on, it's downhill from here. Does Raker know about this village?

Sergeant has every landmark in these parts.

He never cared about the arms deal at all, did he?

No.

His war's with me.

There's more to being a soldier than you think.

It's not about politics and shit like that.

It's more about what you're made of.

What are you made of?

Serious.

There hasn't been anybody here since World War II.

Give me a hand!

I want you to go find the chicken farmer. I'm going to draw a spider,

Go! Go!

One shot, kid.

I'm tired, kid.

After a while, all a soldier wants to do is head home.

They're all dead, aren't they?

Yeah.

Those types.

Given half the chance, they'll bite each other's heads off.

Don't worry about their kind.

Well, you don't like them, so you kill them?

They were irrelevant, don't you see?

They're all part of your training.

My training?

To make you worthy.

That was good what you did for the girl.

You surprised me there.

But now look at the spot you're in.

You fucked up, kid.

Same as your old man.

Funny.

What do you mean?

Always know your footing.

That's one place you can't fuck up.

What about my old man?

It wasn't just me escaping, you know.

Me and him, like it always was.

He got out?

Yeah.

We made some distance from the tiger cages.

When he stepped in a trap, he fell behind.

And?

And I left him.

You left him?

That's where I started learning about fear.

Learned the lessons I'm teaching you.

You left him?

Because if I knew then...

What I know now, maybe I could have helped him.

Could have saved his life.

But the fear... The fear beat me, kid.

Give me a hand, Coop.

I thought you were going to come through, Coop.

You were the only one who could stop me.

The only one to be the executioner.

Mess with the best.

Die like the rest.

We have visual contact. Over.

This is Jayhawk 2. We've located runaway gun.

Let's move in. Make it clean. Over.

We've lost runaway gun. We have lost runaway gun. No visual contact. Over.

Jayhawk 1 making ground tap. Over.

Go for it, Jayhawk 1. Spread out.

Locate runaway gun.

Over.

It's about fucking time.

That's the army, dude.

Always showing up in the nick.

We've lost visual contact. We have lost visual contact. Over.

Where the hell is he? Over.

Approach for no prejudice.

Runaway gun has been DX'd. I say again, runaway gun has been DX'd. Over.

This is Jay Hawk 1. We're heading home with the prize. Heading home with the

prize. Over.

Come home, Jayhawk One.

We'll police the area and bring home the barbecue.

Out.

Back him, boys.

Christ, what a mess.

I may have lost my story, but I haven't lost my mind.

I've spent the last three hours answering a lot of stupid questions.

The point, the man's dead.

Are you leaving?

Or should I face shipping out?

Yeah.

Orders just came down from AG.

I gotta catch the next hop out to Fort Bragg, face a board of inquiry.

I thought they would have... rewarded you with his command.

It doesn't work that way.

Besides, my contract with the United States Army expires in a few months.

I don't plan on re -enlisting.

Well, Mr.

Cooper, I just wanted to say goodbye.

At least we still have all of our fingers.

At least we still have all of our fingers.

Take

out

my fucking fingers.

all it wants to do is hit home.

Get another shot, kid.

they are clear.

My ally Sarge.