Original subtitles

- I'm sure it's quicker this way.

- Yeah, go straight through there.

Like a banana?

(ominous music)

- It looks like eatin' bananas around here

could be dangerous to your health.

- Where is the son of the American?

(gun cocking)

Speak up, you old fool.

(ominous music)

We will kill you one by one.

- For the last time,

which one is the son of the American?

(mumbling)

- It is I, but I don't know the man you call my father,

and I don't want to know him.

I hope you catch him.

(speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(groaning)

(speaking in foreign language)

- So they got 'em all in that hut on the right.

- And that doesn't make things any easier.

What do we do now?

- Why don't we make all hell break loose?

(ominous music)

(explosion rumbling)

- Go on, go on!

(groaning)

(screaming)

(groaning)

(grunting) (groaning)

(explosion rumbling)

(grunting)

(explosion rumbling)

- Run to the lagoon!

Run now, Run!

Get!

No, not you.

No, you're coming with me.

Come on, move.

(yelling in foreign language)

(rapid gunfire)

(yelling)

It's all right, it's all right!

Come on.

(wood cracking)

- Nice work.

- Soldier, go give 'em a hand.

Here.

At the north gate.

- The boy, they've got him.

- Watch that Jeep.

Let's go.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Get down.

(rapid gunfire)

(rapid gunfire)

- Ah, we'll never catch the little boy in this way.

Let's continue in the morning.

Head on back to base, Gerald.

- To all units.

I repeat, all units,

operation suspended.

Back to base at once.

(helicopter rumbling)

(explosion rumbling) (groaning)

- Toro!

- Don't move!

We are in a mine field.

So have to come up with something, and in a hurry.

(groans)

Get out of here.

- Stay there.

- You're sitting ducks.

- I can't just leave ya here to bleed to death.

- Don't touch me.

It's my tough luck,

now get out.

Get out.

(explosion rumbling)

- Damn it to hell, Toro.

(groaning)

Thanks, buddy.

You're gonna follow me.

You're gonna take every step I take.

You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- Good luck, my friend.

(uplifting music)

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- Come on, Ruskie, come on.

Okay.

This is where the fun really begins.

Help!

I'm wounded!

I surrender!

Come on.

Just a couple steps, come on.

I'm wounded!

Come and get me!

Come on, explode.

(explosions rumbling) (groaning)

(laughing)

So, we meet again.

(laughs)

You moron.

You've walked into a mine field.

Yeah, you're no better off than I am.

If you come and get me, you've had it,

and if you turn back, you've had it just the same.

- I can always kill you from where I am.

- You're really gonna do it?

- Prepare to die.

- You're really gonna do it?

Hmm?

Fuck you!

(explosion rumbling)

- There it is.

(rapid gunfire)

It's Ross!

I've got my son with me!

- Where's Toro?

- He's dead.

- Okay, come on.

Let's hurry.

We've gotta leave immediately.

Submarine moves out in exactly eight hours.

- You're alone?

- No, I'm with my father and a crew.

Here they come now.

Dad!

Dad, do you hear me?

- Yeah, and all the saints in heaven.

Quiet.

- [Mary] Sorry.

- John Mc Douglas.

It is my pleasure.

- [Ross] Been here a long time, sir?

- Just a few months more,

then I'm done with this hapless life.

It's a long story, boy.

- Well, I hope you're not gonna tell it to me now.

- Yeah, I'm really good at bending knees.

- Dad, we're in a hurry.

- Oh, all right.

Off we go.

Land lovers.

Gas off.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Sir, Mc Douglas has arrived at the rendezvous point

to pick up Ross.

- He's only got seven hours.

- He'll make it.

(gentle music)

- This fisherman has something important to tell you.

- That's the Duc Co station there.

See, little dock, take on water

and the supplies that we need.

(gentle music)

(music drowns out dialogue)

40 gallons.

- Are you hungry?

- A little bit.

- Only a little bit?

Food's very good here.

- You sure you're not leading things here now?

Huh?

You hear what I say?

- Sure, that's what you always say.

That we are crooks, thieves.

That's right, every time you come,

you always...

- Don't you start.

I've got enough puttin' up with him.

- Well, well.

You still owe us something

from the last time, Mr. Mc Douglas.

- That's very unkind.

- [Man] But it's true.

- Putting a blight on my reputation like that.

You're all unscrupulous heathens, you are,

doubting my word.

- [Man] All right, so long as you keep quiet.

- [Man] Yeah, but find another supply station next time.

- [John] Who are you to tell me

where I'm to fetch me stuff.

The customer's always right.

- [Man] Yeah, yeah.

Goodbye.

- [John] Them are holy words, you villains, miscreants.

(flies buzzing)

- Oops.

(dramatic music)

Why don't and Jan take a little walk into the jungle?

- Come on, Jan, I wanna show you something.

- But you said the food is good here.

- Yeah, later.

(dramatic music)

(chuckles)

- How do you crack open one of these suckers?

- [Man] We use this.

- Oh, sure.

Listen, I'm an American,

I don't know shit from Shinola.

(laughing)

Why don't you open this thing for me?

All right?

I'll be right back, okay.

(laughing)

(explosion rumbling)

- Hey, what's going on?

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(explosion rumbling)

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(explosion rumbling)

(fire crackling)

(explosion rumbling)

(ominous music)

- My father?

- [Ross] He was killed.

- Two hours for reentry of U211.

- [Man] No word yet from double target.

Please advise.

- [Woman] Orders are abandon mission when time runs out.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(punch landing)

(grunting)

(grunting)

- Split up and find them!

Damn it.

There he is somewhere.

(dramatic music)

- There's something moving.

What is it?

- Don't move now.

(dramatic music)

Let's get out of here.

- Time is up, sir.

The commander of Sword Fish requests instructions.

He's in danger of being intercepted.

- Tell him to keep waiting.

Now!

This base is in a state of emergency.

Everybody out.

Out!

Out!

Swordfish, this is mad bomber.

I'm ordering you to cancel the mission.

I'm ordering you back in.

- [Man] Could you confirm order, please?

Repeat, order.

- I repeat, mission canceled.

Mission canceled, mission canceled!

(coughing)

- Our contact's there,

but we can't chance it.

They'd spot us immediately.

- We'll wait until dark.

- No, sir, no.

We can't abandon him like that.

That's betraying him.

- Don't play naive with me, Colonel Waters.

You had your doubts about this mission,

you didn't express them.

You are just as involved.

- Don't drag me into your dirty games.

So, it was all a farce, huh?

Nothing but a farce,

like the war in Vietnam.

- You just don't want to understand, do you?

- The camp, the terrorists,

they weren't supposed to be found,

but you didn't tell Ross,

nor me either.

A coverup is what you people wanted.

So Ross doesn't find the terrorists,

and the government's happy,

it has a clear conscience.

Ross doesn't make it, so much the better.

We give him a swell funeral, at government expense.

- Careful.

Be careful what you're saying, Colonel Waters.

This is the United States government you're talking about.

(ominous music)

- [Ross] Where'd they live?

- That's it, there.

(ominous music)

- No, don't.

- Mary.

- Oh, Mayli, thank God you're here.

- Where's your father?

- My father's dead, Mayli.

- I better contact the base.

- This isn't a question of saving face, Colonel,

but of preserving the peace,

and for the political security of the world.

Anyway, your hero failed in his mission.

- Yeah, had he succeeded,

you probably would have hidden the proof.

- I see you don't understand

the real purpose of this mission.

- There isn't much to understand.

All political reasons, nothing else.

You find no terrorists, and the Russians are happy.

And while the politicalists cover up for each other,

all those innocent people murdered go unavenged.

Yes, a political maneuver, the Ross mission.

- What would you have done, Colonel?

Bomb Moscow, invade Vietnam again?

Start World War III?

- I wanna save Ross and his son.

- [Ross] This is double target, 4C2A.

Double target for mad bomber.

Come in, please.

- That's Ross.

- Ross, this is Senator Blaster.

Where the hell have you been?

- [Ross] Not on a picnic, that's for sure.

Maybe next time you'd like to come along with me, Senator.

Do your asthma some good.

- You talk to him, Colonel.

I won't waste my time.

- Bob, this is Colonel Waters.

Give me your position, and we'll come and get ya.

- Communicate coordinates, American spy mission data.

- Hello, communications spy mission data.

4C2A, double target.

- You're thinking about your father?

Is that why you're sad?

- Yes.

- If mine died, I wouldn't care.

In fact, I would be glad.

- What are you saying?

- Everyone who goes near him dies,

but he doesn't.

Why not?

I don't know him.

Why doesn't he go away?

- But he's doing all this because he loves you.

- My mother loved him too.

And she died because of it.

It's not fair.

- He's sleeping.

Poor boy.

He's seen so much for one so young.

- You're just a kid yourself, Mary.

What are you gonna do now?

- Without my father, without any money,

the boat burned,

hunted by Vietnamese and Russians,

all in less than 12 hours.

I have no plans.

- But why don't you come to America with us?

- You take me with you, why?

- Well, Jan likes ya.

- But he doesn't like you.

- That's right.

- You know, it's true,

nobody gives you anything for nothin'.

- Now, what does that mean?

- Nothing.

I'm tired now, Bob.

Let's sleep on it.

We've got a long day tomorrow.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(gentle music)

(ominous music)

Mary.

Mary, wake up.

Mary.

- What is it?

- We got visitors.

(ominous music)

(gun cocking)

- Jan, hurry, soldiers.

- Yeah?

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

(rapid gunfire)

(bullets ricocheting)

- Take the girl and the boy away.

They'll start coming again.

You must go to the other side of the landing.

- What about you?

- You worry about your son and the girl, not me.

My life and place are here.

- Can you handle this?

- Yes.

Go.

(rapid gunfire) (groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Let's go.

(rapid gunfire)

(explosion rumbling) (groaning)

We're gonna jump.

- Are you crazy?

I don't wanna die.

- [Ross] I don't either.

(yelling)

- Why did I have to run into you?

- Over.

(gasping)

- [Jan] A perfect landing.

- Yep.

Hang on.

(rapid gunfire)

(speaking in foreign language)

(uplifting music)

(rapid gunfire)

(tires screeching)

(rapid gunfire)

(rapid gunfire)

(explosion rumbling)

(tires screeching)

- Is this what happens to everybody you meet?

I wonder if we'll get out of this alive, Jan.

- Get in.

- These curves will soon stop, comrade.

(helicopter rumbling)

Now, get on top of there heads.

Yeah.

Get in now.

(laughing)

They're like fish waiting.

- [Pilot] Waiting?

- Yeah.

We spear it in a barrel.

Go right, go right.

Now, left left, little bit.

Drop the bomb.

- Jump!

(explosion rumbling)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

You all right, Mary?

Give me that, Jan.

- You through playing the hero, American?

(ominous music)

- Read this.

Read this.

- The people's call of this camp

condemns Robert Ross, American citizen,

to capital punishment for homicide, spying

and war crimes against our people's republic.

The sentence will be carried out immediately.

- On your knees!

(gun cocking)

- Here.

- Go on.

Go on.

You are one of us now.

Don't hesitate.

Let the world know who you are.

(clearing throat)

- That is not a man, that is not your father,

that is your enemy.

Shoot him.

- No!

- It's really quite simple.

You hold the gun,

you aim the pistol.

Dosvidanya.

You squeeze the trigger.

(gun clicking)

The real execution is tomorrow.

Someone very important is coming here to watch it.

(ominous music)

- Hey, Americanas.

Tomorrow huh.

(laughs)

(groans)

(gentle music)

- Listen, you two,

I want you to go to the other side

and wait for me there.

- Why?

Aren't you coming with us?

- I've got some unfinished business to take care of.

- Dad, be careful.

- Go on.

(explosion rumbling)

(explosion rumbling)

(explosions rumbling)

- [Man] You can't get out there.

This way!

(explosions rumbling)

(rapid gunfire)

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(rapid gunfire)

(groaning)

(explosion rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Exterminate him.

(helicopters rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(explosion rumbling)

(explosion rumbling)

Kill the American.

Kill him.

- Yes, sir.

Get down.

(explosions rumbling)

(explosion rumbling)

- Go down and check.

(helicopter rumbling)

Fire.

Fire!

(rapid gunfire)

Cover me.

Dosvidanya.

Get in.

(grunting)

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

Throw him out.

- [Man] Throw him out your ass.

(yelling)

- Bastard!

- Will you cut that out?

(laughing)

Shut up.

(punches landing)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(yelling)

(gun cocking)

Get out.

(yelling)

Dosvidanya.

(helicopter rumbling)

- Dad!

(rapid gunfire) (screaming)

Daddy!

(rapid gunfire)

- [Ross] You all right?

- [Mary] Yeah.

- Get in the chopper.

(uplifting music)

Hang on, you guys.

We're goin' home.

- We're goin' home!

- One, two two, one, calling mad bomber.

One, two two, one, calling mad bomber.

Do you read me?

Over.

- [Man] Loud and clear, one, two two, one.

- [Ross] Emergency landing requested.

I got a wounded girl on board here.

Yeah, Senator Blaster, mission accomplished.

I get my son, you get a bigger desk.

What else could we ask for?

You little wimpy-ass little son of a bitch.

(cheering)

(uplifting music)

(coughing)

(uplifting music)

I get my son, you get a bigger desk.

What else could we ask for?

Little wimpy-ass, little son of a bitch.

(gentle music)

♫ You come to me again someday

♫ We do belong together

♫ Through the sun and the rain

♫ We believe the

(music drowns out lyrics)

♫ Turn around

(music drowns out lyrics)

♫ You'll take me by the hand again

♫ Walk beside a river in the land of love

♫ We will make it someway

♫ And be together someday

♫ Heaven knows I can't believe I'm losing you

♫ And won't you ever love me like you used to do

♫ You are the answer to my prayer

♫ We've got so much more love, so much to share

♫ Tomorrow, tomorrow, and I'll be losing you

♫ And won't you ever love me like you used to do

♫ You are the answer to my prayer

♫ We got so much more loving

♫ So much to share

♫ Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'm losing you

♫ Whoa

♫ We've got so much more loving, so much to share

♫ Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

♫ I'll show my love

♫ For you