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[music playing]

Get ready.

[speaking vietnamese]

[gunfire]

[screams]

We're in trouble now.

No shit.

My fucking gun is jammed again!

Hit it harder.

[gunfire]

We gotta get the hell out of here.

Well in case you ain't notice, Serg,

there's no back door to this hole.

Then we'll just have to make one, won't we, Butler?

[explosions]

SGT. HOLT: Let's go, let's go!

Oh shit!

[gunfire]

This ain't working.

They're all around us.

You ain't right, man.

Aw, shut up.

What the hell?

[gunfire]

CPL. BUTLER: Tunnels.

I hate tunnels.

We're going down.

Oh no, not me.

You have a better idea?

Yeah, stay alive.

Good luck.

Whoa, shit!

Shit!

CPL. BUTLER: Shit!

Shit!

Can't believe this shit.

Aw man, this is crazy.

SGT. HOLT: I can't see anything.

Anyone got a lighter?

CPL. ADAMS: Here, Serg.

Car keys.

What the hell you doing with car keys?

They wouldn't let me bring my car.

Let's go.

Oh, man.

I don't need this, man.

I don't need this, man. - Shut up, Butler.

Shit.

What? What is it?

Look.

Punji sticks.

Poisoned, I'm sure.

This is great.

This is just fucking great!

OK guys, straight down the middle.

Touch one and in 10 seconds, you're dead.

VIETNAMESE SOLDIER: [speaking vietnamese]

(LAUGHING)

VIETNAMESE SOLDIER: [speaking vietnamese]

[spits]

Motherfucker!

[gunshot]

(LAUGHING)

[gunshot]

[gunfire]

Where'd you guys come from?

SGT. HOLT: We were pinned down.

Tunnel was our only way out.

How'd you get here?

We're rats.

Come again?

Tunnel rats.

Tunnel rats.

Christ, now we're running a fucking zoo around here.

That's enough.

Payback's a bitch, rat man.

Put a lid on it, Butler!

Why don't you guys go jerk off somewhere else.

In five minutes these tunnels are

going to be cramming with gooks, and I don't

plan on being a main course.

Let's get something straight, mister, I'm a sergeant.

That puts me in command.

You got a problem with that?

You?

Now that we have a mutual understanding, we need food,

we need water, and ammunition.

Yeah, I know where we can find it.

Why should I believe you?

[scoffs] You don't have any choice.

How far?

Three, four miles, at the most.

But we've got to travel underground,

it's too damn hot upstairs.

Oh, that's great.

That's just fucking great!

OK, rat man.

Let's go.

CPL. ADAMS: Serg, wait up.

If I was you, I'd keep an eye on these guys.

Something ain't right.

What do you mean?

I'm not sure.

My Vietnamese is a little bit rusty,

but I can tell you that interrogation

was about some kind of covert operation.

Something really big.

You sure?

Alright, keep it under your hat.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, what is it?

How could that happen?

Look, I don't want excuses mister, I want results.

Now you call Colonel Harker and tell him he has just 36 hours

to get back on schedule, or his command will be terminated.

Do you understand?

Yes, that's right.

Asshole.

This just arrived for you, sir.

[spits] Dammit!

You know how embarrassing this is, Corporal?

How in the hell did Washington find

out about this before I did?

Well sir, I rightly don't know.

Never mind.

Do I have to go out in the field and find him myself?

We'll do our best, sir.

Well, apparently, your best is not quite

good enough, Corporal Stringer.

I trust you have not forgotten that the very balance

of this war depends on the information

carried by the General.

If that information falls into the wrong hands,

or even arrives late, everything we've worked for is lost.

Yes, sir.

I understand that, sir, but--

Shut up and listen.

You go out into the field and you find the General.

I don't care if you've got to kill every

son-of-a-bitch in this outfit.

You find him and you bring him here to me.

You got that?

Yes, sir.

CPL. BUTLER: Where are we?

Adams?

What's your best guess?

Further north.

North, behind enemy lines?

You've got it, Serg.

How bout it, rat man?

You wanted ammunition, you wanted food.

North is where it is.

So is the enemy, asshole.

We're going south.

SPC. HAWKINS: You're going to die.

We've got a few rounds.

You've got nothing.

What we got's an edge.

We know where we are.

We know the way out.

He's full of shit, Serg.

Don't listen to him.

Let's get out of here.

You guys think you're just going to stroll

right through the front line?

Well, go right ahead.

We're going north.

Aw man, I knew it.

[music playing]

- (WHISPERING) Take cover. - (WHISPERING) What?

(WHISPERING) Take cover.

Weapons.

Let's go.

Adams, stay with them.

Right.

There's something really strange about those two guys.

I don't like them, Serg.

I don't like them at all.

I don't like them either.

What are you gonna do?

What do you like?

Come on, boy.

Thought you could use a little help.

Yeah, thanks.

Come on.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Don't even think about it, rat man.

Who the hell are you?

Sergeant Hawkins, Army Intelligence.

That's Jensen.

Bullshit.

SPC JENSEN: He's telling you the truth.

We're on special assignment.

We could use your help.

To do what?

To protect the General.

General?

General?

There ain't no fucking general out here, man.

We're in enemy territory.

He's being held by the VC not far from here.

They don't know who he is.

Not yet.

He's got information that could change the whole war.

Well he's probably dead by now.

He's alive.

- How the hell do you know that? - We know.

If you're lying, I'm gonna kill you.

[gunfire]

I knew it.

I knew this was going to happen.

CPL. ADAMS: Oh, shit.

This is trouble now!

Almost out, man.

How you holding?

Not good, man.

I'm [inaudible]

Where the hell that come from?

Oh man, am I glad to see you.

We owe you a big one.

Any time.

SGT. HOLT: Name's Holt.

LT. SMITTY: Smitty, mate.

Pleased meet you.

Thanks for the help.

Maybe if you could do us a favor.

Hey, glad to.

What do you need?

Anything.

Which one of you's the General.

What?

Which one of you is the General?

Here we go with the General bullshit again.

There's no General here, man.

Back off, shorty.

Uh, uh, uh.

You don't want to do that, sargey babe.

Drop your weapons, boys.

Do it!

What's going on here?

We're just going for a little walk.

That's all.

You're a dead man.

Not quite yet, sergeant.

Not quite yet.

Move out.

Let's go! Move!

All right already!

Hey, cover.

I can assure you gentlemen that, um,

everything is under control.

And you have nothing-- absolutely

nothing-- to worry about.

Don't screw with me, Delevane.

This game was your idea.

My involvement was purely contingent upon your personal

abilities to bring this project to a prompt and profitable

conclusion within the time frame established by you.

And quite frankly, general, I'm beginning

to doubt those abilities.

Listen, Mr. Michaelson, I told you--

a project of this magnitude really

ever reaches its conclusion without

some temporary setbacks.

None of which, I might add, are unsolvable.

General, our clients have nearly $100 million at stake,

they're not interested in temporary setbacks--

only results.

They'll have their results, and so will I. Everything

will proceed on schedule.

You have my word.

Remember, general, public officials that go down

go down very, very fast.

[music playing]

[snare drum plays]

[inaudible].

Come on, what is this?

[snare drum plays]

Let's go!

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

Oh, come on.

[snare drum plays]

Move!

Get after him!

Get out of here!

[music playing]

[music playing]

What the hell is going on around here?

I can't-- I can't--

Listen, you start talking to me,

or I'm going to hack your fucking head off!

With this know it will take a while.

OK.

OK, I'll you.

I'll tell what I know.

The General-- the General--

[screams]

Why?

Look in his left hand.

[gun fire]

Hello!

[music playing]

Christ!

Jesus Christ, mate!

You think we lost them?

Yeah, I think so.

Good.

I'm getting real tired of this secret agent bullshit.

Yeah, well what the hell do you want me to do about it?

Come clean.

I don't know what you're talking--

I'm gonna have to kick your ass.

Yeah, right.

[music playing]

You got a hell of a punch, man.

Thanks.

Come clean, or we dance again.

All right.

All right.

Good.

How long you been here, sergeant?

18 months.

Why?

How many times have you and your squad

taken a hill just to have to give it back two days later?

Yeah, so what?

Don't you get it, man?

They're not going to let us win.

No matter how many of us die, they're

not going to let us win.

Because if we win, the war stops.

And if the war stops, the money stops.

Get it?

What the hell are you talking about?

There's going to be an armed shipment--

the shipment.

And a certain inside group in the military

is gonna pull this war right from under the Congress.

You believe that?

That's why I'm here.

Then there ain't even no General.

That's a code name.

He's the only one that knows the place, date, and time.

Well, who is it?

I don't know.

Right.

Hey look, sergeant, at least I'm

doing something I believe in.

Maybe I believe you're full of shit.

Maybe I am.

But if there is a chance, the slightest one, to end this war,

I'm gonna take it.

What about you, sergeant?

What are you gonna do?

Stay alive and go home.

I don't think so, Sergeant Holt, Lieutenant Hawkins,

not today, anyway.

Lieutenant?

Looks like you two had a real interesting conversation, eh?

Pity I missed it.

It would have saved us a lot of time.

Well, everything can't be perfect now, can it?

She'll be right, though.

Get up, you pongos!

Nice try, Sergeant Holt. Maybe next time, eh mate?

Move out.

Let's go.

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

[music playing]

Good day, blue.

There's no reason for us to be enemies, Sergeant

Holt. No reason at all.

After all, we do share a certain common goal.

Going home to our families.

Getting back into our lives, as it were, eh?

Don't you agree?

Don't you agree?

Oh, jog nothing?

Show nothing.

That's what they told us.

Of course.

Let's-- Let's cut right through the dingo shit, mate.

One of you is the General.

Question is, which one of you is?

Would you care to answer me, Sergeant Holt?

Fuck you.

Who is the General?

I don't know!

You got the brains of a rocking horse.

Now don't be stupid, sargey babe.

You give me an answer, and you'll

be free to go walk about.

[music playing]

There he is.

Get on the radio.

Quick!

What is it?

We believe we spotted of the General, sir.

Oh, that's good.

That's very good, corporal.

Thanks, sir.

Now go get him!

Yes, sir.

[music playing]

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Sleeping isn't among one of your current privileges,

Sergeant Holt!

Don't you chunder on me, mate.

Unless you are ready to talk to me.

You ready to talk to me, then?

Then I shall see to it that you are promptly disturbed

every 15 minutes, mate.

Enjoy your evening, sergeant.

It could very well be your last, mate.

How you doing, sarge.

Looks to me like you could use a cold beer.

Where'd you come from?

I've been sitting outside waiting for the right chance.

Come on, sarge.

Come on!

[music playing]

I got to level with you, sarge.

I'm with the CIA.

- What? - CIA!

Bullshit!

Let me know what he told you.

Nothing.

Come on, sarge.

Tell me what the hell he told you.

Nothing!

He gave me nothing!

Come on, man!

You want me to help me?

Tell me everything you know.

Come on!

Who's the General?

What?

Who's the General?

What's coming next?

I don't know!

Bullshit!

This way!

Come on, where's it gonna be?

I don't know!

Where's it gonna be?

I don't know!

Other way!

Where? When?

I don't fucking know!

Don't lie to me.

You better tell me, sarge.

You gotta tell me.

I don't know anything!

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Shit!

Boy, that was close.

He doesn't know anything.

Soon, Butler.

Real soon.

Yeah righto, sarge.

[non-english], Butler.

Put him back in the shack.

[non-english]

[music playing]

Ready?

Go!

Second team, go!

Understand one thing, sergeant.

I get paid well for what I do, because I

do it very, very well.

If it's necessary, you'll hang here

on this wall, barely alive and merely suffering,

as well as suffering beyond your imagination--

for as long as it takes.

Hours.

Days, mate.

Weeks.

Months.

It is nothing to me.

With that, I leave on your obviously limited, mate,

alternatives.

[music playing]

20 seconds after I'm in, let her rip.

Sergeant.

Sergeant.

Who are you?

A friend.

You're going to have to trust me.

There's not much time.

[music playing]

Jesus Christ!

We gotta get Hawkins!

Go ahead.

I got something else to take care of.

I don't know who you are, but I'm sure glad to see ya.

Come on!

Where's Holt?

On his own now.

Come on!

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

[snare drum plays]

You might find this hard to believe, sarge,

but I'm really on your side.

You're right.

I do find it hard to believe.

[snare drum plays]

[music playing]

Might as well go down a [inaudible]..

Looks like we ain't gonna be able to stop it now.

We've gotta try.

Get the others.

General?

Johnny Baker 5515.

Johnny Baker 55180.

Good enough.

Glad to see you, sir.

Had a hell of a time finding you.

Yeah, no kidding.

You guys are too fucking much.

What's his involvement?

He's my partner.

Let's get moving.

Colonel's waiting.

So, it's for real, huh?

Damn right it is.

Coming?

What not?

[music playing]

You two gentlemen have done a fine service for your country.

A toast-- to the end of the war.

Care for another?

After what we've been through, that whole bottle

wouldn't be enough.

You ain't lying, there.

Now, careful Hawkins, take a moment,

write out the coordinates for the drop.

We'll take it from there.

There's nothing I'd like better.

Captain.

There you are, colonel-- signed, sealed and delivered.

And what a relief.

[music playing]

Good.

Good.

You have no idea how long I have looked forward to this moment.

Stringer!

Well gentlemen, if you will excuse me.

Thank you again, sergeant, captain.

It's my pleasure.

Corporal, I would appreciate it if you'd show these men out.

And promptly shoot them.

Why?

Quite simple, really.

You know too much.

You son of a bitch.

Corporal, you have your orders.

Now carry them out.

Yes, sir.

Move!

That's far enough.

[gun shots]

Yes, Mr. Michaelson, I thought you might be pleased to know

that all systems are go.

That is correct.

I trust that my funds will be promptly transferred

to the designated account.

Right.

Thank you.

Very good.

Have a nice day, sir.

[music playing]

Why do you think he let us go?

I don't know.

Maybe he's just not a killer.

- I don't trust it. - You're smart not to.

Hold on, sarge. Hold on.

Just here me out.

Listen to me, and if you still want to kill me,

I'll give you my own gun.

Talk fast.

I'm not the enemy, gentlemen.

Harker is.

Come again?

This whole idea of pulling the war out from under Congress,

it's a cover up.

It's a fake.

It's a scheme dreamed up by a certain General Delevane

in Washington.

I was sent here to stop it.

Quietly.

I don't believe it.

You don't have a choice.

They used you, Hawkins.

They used you and everyone else who believed

they could end the war.

Why?

Why?

Money.

And as soon as Harker sends that transmission,

that shipment goes to the North Vietnamese

for a very, very steep price.

It's too late.

No.

No, it's not.

I gave him the wrong coordinates.

I didn't trust him.

So why should I trust you?

I don't want you to.

I don't want you to tell me a damn thing.

I just want to put Harker and his people out of business.

I thought maybe you'd just want to come along.

Damn right I do.

What do you say, sarge?

There's only three of us.

Wrong again, sarge.

[music playing]

Holy shit!

How's it going, sarge?

G'day g'day, mate.

Sorry, sarge, nothing personal.

Just doing me job.

Next time, don't enjoy it so much.

Let's try to remember, sergeant, that we're

all on the same side.

So what's the plan here?

Plan?

Who needs a plan?

Come on.

All done.

Is that all the paperwork you wanted me to do today?

It's really not very exciting.

Did you have something else in mind, Ms. Hall?

Oh, I always have something else in mind.

Is the door locked?

Of course.

This is top secret.

[snare drum plays]

[music playing]

Ah, now wait a minute, pal.

See, this is not what you think.

See, there's this guy he's running--

Hey, pal.

[music playing]

Shit!

Move out!

[laughing]

Come on!

Come on!

Go!

Get on that fucking radio, and you make your transmission!

No fucking way!

[screams]

Make that transmission right now,

or I swear to god I'm gonna blow it in your other fucking knee.

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

[music playing]

Do it!

Do it!

Now!

Colonel.

Stringer.

You don't know what you are doing, Stringer.

Yes.

Yes I do.

[music playing]

Guess it's over.

Looks that way, doesn't it?

Shit.

What?

[inaudible]

Well, what is it?

What did he say?

He gave me the code.

The real code.

Yeah?

He said we should use it.

Get the arms shipment.

Win the war.

Can we do it?

Why the hell not?

NEWSCASTER: There has been an unexpected change in the shape

of things in Vietnam.

Apparently, the United States has launched the largest scale

offensive since the beginning of the war

against the North Vietnamese.

Though incoming reports are still sketchy,

it is clear that this offensive is making major headway

in penetrating deeply into the enemy territory,

with no signs of being stopped.

So much so, that some military officials have allegedly

expressed their opinion that this offensive will

be the single biggest factor in bringing the war in Vietnam

to an end.

Though unconfirmed, we here at the station

have just received reports that this offensive is related

to an enormous arms shipment to the US forces in Vietnam that

was made without the knowledge of the president,

nor his chiefs of staff, but may somehow be linked Brigadier

General George Delevane.

It is believed that an official investigation

is already underway.

And we will keep you informed as the information comes in to us.

[mumbling]

[gun shot]

[music playing]