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Wait a minute, he ain't dead.
He ain't dead, damn it.

Let's go. Let's go...

- Frank!
- Get up.

Come on, frank.

Jesus. Let's get outta here.

Frank! Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, come back. Come back, goddamn it.
Don't leave!

But on this joyous day, one
sobering question, one

haunting question remains.

Are they all back?

Still listed as "missing in
action" are 2,500 American men.

Are any of them still
being held prisoner?

For the families of those men, the
vietnamese war will never be over

until that question is answered.

We're waiting for the first
pow to emerge from the plane,

all of America waiting, and in
particular his family is waiting.

We'll be seeing these heroes
emerging momentarily.

We're waiting now for...
On this momentous day,

the end of the war officially for
them, this day, march 7th 1973.

The first one coming off now.

He looks a little thin, but considering
what he's been through, he looks fine.

I'm sure he looks even better to his
family, he's approaching them now.

We're waiting now for
others to be coming off.

And there's the official reunion,
the war is over for him.

For other American families,
the agonizing will continue

till they find out the fate
of their missing sons.

Daddy.

Daddy.

I'm scared. Can I sleep
with you tonight?

Colonel rhodes, I sympathize,
but what can we do?

I don't want sympathy, I
want help finding my son.

- There's nothing I can do.
- Look.

There are 2,500 men
unaccounted for.

We've had 400 sightings of
Americans held captive.

I've heard the numbers. I've
told you, I can't do anything.

That's all I ever
heard in Washington.

Nobody could do anything.
That's why I came here.

You didn't hear this from me,

but there are men in Bangkok who
claim they've seen pows in Laos.

I suggest I put you
in contact with them.

I think my son is
being held in Laos.

But I need proof. Get my son's
signature on the back of this picture.

Get my son to write his
name on that, all right?

If I get your son's name
here, I want lots of money.

Yeah, ok.

Hey, you. You take look.

Yes.

No.

Ok.

Hey.

Oh boy, there's that
old colonel Mia again.

- Senator.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Nice to see you.
- And you.

Sorry I've no time today. But call my
office, I'll be happy to talk to you.

- Thank you.
- I'm sorry.

I'm glad you could come. I
can't help with your son.

I must find food for these new refugees.
Go talk to that guy, he'll help you.

- Good luck.
- Thank you very much.

That's your boy. He's a prisoner in
a camp in Laos. I smuggled it out.

I know my son's being held in northern
Laos, but I need to know where.

I need a thorough
recon of the area.

That's tough, but I can go into Laos.
Hell, I can go into north Vietnam.

I've been there before,
I've got the connections.

But it takes a lot of money.

- Don.
- How are you, Jason?

Good. What do you have for me?

If they find out about this, they'll
retire me like they retired you.

Yeah, ok.

I suppose someone could
call this treason.

No, thanks.

It's a prison camp in Laos.

Look at the paddy dykes.

There's your proof, Jason. There's
your proof, one, one, one.

Now go get your boy.

All right, now where was 1?

Blaster, tell us about the time that
big wave at sunset nearly got you.

Come on, I must've told you
that story a thousand times.

- I don't remember how I lied last time.
- It doesn't matter, it's still bitchin'.

All right, all right.

As you know, the surf on the
north shore comes up real fast.

You're out there, having a
good time, then it happens.

A life-threatening experience.

- And then?
- Yeah, what happened?

This photo was taken somewhere
near where frank is being held.

I'm not saying frank is one of
them, but those two are Americans.

They're tall. The average
vietnamese man is about 5 ft. 215.

- They are Americans.
- And that's supposed to be frank?

That is frank. I've bought too many
fakes over the last ten years.

That definitely is frank.

- He's spent ten years in that shithole?
- Listen, frank is alive, Stanley.

You got that? My son is alive.
Look at this.

That's a high-altitude
photo taken from an sr-71.

Look at that closely.

See, right here in
the paddy dykes.

The three lines there.

One, one, one.

That's your old lrrp
team designation.

First battalion, eleventh infantry,
recon team Arizona, see?

- Plain as day.
- Here?

Right there, yes.

Mr. rhodes, that's three lines in
the ground, it could be anything.

You know it isn't
though, don't you?

That's a message from my son.

You know that.

Hello.

Hi.

- Mrs. wilkes?
- Yeah, that's right.

I'm Jason rhodes, I
phoned this morning.

I know who you are.

Listen, my husband doesn't
want to talk to you.

- I phoned this morning, he said he did.
- Not any more.

Why don't you just do
me a favor and go away?

- Not till I see your husband.
- You have got no right to be here.

It's taken me ten years to get
that war out of his head.

Looks like it's
still in his head.

Oh, that's very deep.

Where were you all the days he
just sat and stared at the walls?

- Hey, wilkes.
- Goddamn youl!

Why send your wife? Don't you
have the guts to talk to me?

Leave him alone.

My son needs you.

At least have the decency to look
at our photos and hear us out.

- Please don't.
- Wilkesy.

I'll handle this now.

I don't like your tactics.

- But I'll listen because of frank.
- Ok.

- Blaster.
- Wilkesy.

- Why didn't you stay in touch, man?
- I don't know. Why didn't you?

I don't know. It's
weird, ain't it?

How'd they find you?

I don't know. Came looking for me
and found me. And we found you.

- Thanks a lot, blaster.
- It's good to see you, man.

There are compounds all
over northern Laos.

There are choppers we left behind.
We'll use them to get into the camp.

They're used all the time, so they
should be fairly well maintained...

Excuse me, please.

You going out?

- It's a little early, isn't it?
- Well, I want to make happy hour.

You wanna come along?

- No, I think I'll stay home tonight.
- No kidding.

- What the hell does that mean?
- It means no kidding.

- I just don't feel like going out.
- You never do.

- Please, sit. He never feels like it.
- That's not true.

Every night he just looks through his
telescope and listens to that crap.

That "crap" is George gershwin.

Whatever. It's like
I'm not even here.

It's like nothing's here. He's like a
little turtle, hiding in his shell.

Look at him. He hasn't taken off
those sunglasses in six years.

I don't believe...

I've given up trying
to figure him out.

Maybe you should take
him back to Vietnam.

He sure as hell doesn't give
a damn about anything here.

- It was very nice meeting you, colonel.
- Nice meeting you.

If he did go, how much
would he be paid?

Nothing in dollars.

I haven't flown a helicopter in a long
time. I'd probably get somebody killed.

There's a lot of unfinished
business over there, major Johnson.

Not mine.

Is this the distinguished
flying cross?

- Yeah.
- How'd you get that?

- Pulling a thud pilot out of Laos.
- There must've been more to it.

Not really.

Tell me about it, I'd
like to hear it.

I got him out after a lot of
good people went down trying.

It was a hell of a day.

We'd already lost a real
good man named Hendricks.

A couple of f-4 jocks,
even Sandy lolitte.

- I lost a lot of good friends.
- How many?

I don't remember. It just
seemed like everybody.

You lost eleven men
and nine aircraft.

You were shot down and
volunteered to go back. Why?

- If you know all that, you tell me.
- Why?

- It was my job.
- Why?

We had to. We couldn't let
good men die for nothing.

That's exactly why
we're going back now.

Wait a minute. Back up.

You can't lay that
kind of guilt on me.

I'm sorry, but the answer is no.

What do you want from me?

I run half this hospital, colonel.
I lead a good life here.

I'm off to Bermuda next week,
not off to some fantasy war.

I cannot save the
goddamn world, colonel.

At ease, major.

- Macgregor oil.
- Mr. macgregor, please.

- Mr. macgregor's office.
- Is he in? It's Jason rhodes.

- Hold the line, please.
- Jason, how's it going?

- It's on.
- How many?

- Three.
- Only three?

A couple said no. One
of the chopper pilots.

- Can you do it with two?
- I'll do it with one if I have to.

- I've come too far to turn back now.
- Is there any more I can do?

Just keep the cash coming.
Somehow I'll get our boys back.

What about sailor?

I've tracked him down in
Houston, I'm going there now.

By the way, the replica pow camp
is finished and ready for you.

- Great.
- Keep in touch.

All right. I'll talk to you.

Don't worry, he can't see you.
It's a two-way mirror.

Your friend sailor blowtorched
a local kingpin biker.

We're holding him on our
witness protection program.

Son of a bitch came here with
a grenade round his neck.

If you ask me, I don't think
his bread's quite done.

I had trouble tracking you down. You've
wandered all over the United States.

I know a lot about you
from frank's letters.

He said you were the best in the unit.
Yes?

What the hell happened to you?

Man, I'm so far
beyond that shit now.

I eat energy from the air. I talk to
polar bears, I converse with paramecium.

Man, I fuck nuclear waste.

Shit.

You guys will be using
real grenades and stuff.

- They took mine off me.
- Look, asshole.

This is not some bullshit
biker's acid trip.

This is a precise
military operation.

Listen. Frank was the best
man in anybody's unit.

I've got enough brain
cells to remember that.

You gotta give me a shot, man.
You gotta.

Hey, wilkesy.

Oh, man. Come on.

Sailor?

Blaster.

- You haven't changed a bit.
- Master wilkes, how've you been?

- What happened to your grenade?
- I used it for an emergency enema.

Maybe I do have a little
unfinished business.

Besides, he wouldn't last ten
minutes there without me.

Look what happened
to me without you.

Ok. Get aboard.

This is it. An exact
replica of the pow camp.

- Who built this place?
- Macgregor's father.

Get your gear, stow
it in that big tent.

I'll meet you right here in
about an hour for supper.

Mr. ky, supper in one hour.
Thank you.

Mr. Scott, at ease.

So, who the hell is that?

- Good evening.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- Mr. ky, you may serve supper.

Thank you.

- Good evening.
- As you were.

Since military courtesy is not practical
here, we'll dispense with it.

Gentlemen, this is Kevin Scott.

He knows the latest weapons
and training techniques.

And this is Mr. ky. We'll be eating
only vietnamese food from now on.

We don't want to be tramping through
the jungle smelling like Americans.

Any questions?

- Good.
- So, how long were you there?

I wasn't. Too young.

Is he going with us?

He served in force
recon marines.

Served?

I was discharged for striking a radio
operator who fell asleep at his post.

You're worried that I have no
combat experience. You're right.

There's no way of proving
that I won't fail in combat.

But then again, you can't
prove that I will, either.

This is gonna be a whole
lotta fun with this one.

Gentlemen.

Thank you for coming.

I knew you would come, 'cause
you men have got what it takes.

It's molded over a little,
but you've still got it.

There's a bond between you men

as strong as the bond
between my son and me.

There's no bond as strong as that of
men who've faced death in battle.

You men seem to have a strong
sense of loyalty, because

you're thought of as criminals.

Because of vietham.

You know why?

Because you lost.

And in this country, that's like going
bankrupt, you're out of business.

They want to forget about you.

You cost too much, and you
didn't turn a profit.

That's why they won't go and pick up
our buddies, there's no gain in it.

You and I know that the
books are still in the red.

And the politicians know, too.

The same politicians that never lost
a single son in Vietnam, not one.

Now, they say they've been negotiating
for ten years. Well, I...

The other side's not buying.

And while the politicians
sit on their asses,

I'm going to ask you to lay
yours on the line. Again.

Because, gentlemen,

we're the only hope
those pows have.

So, we're going back there.

And this time...

This time, nobody can dispute the
rightness of what we're doing.

Get down.

You're all dead.

Not quite, sir.

Go, colonel.

Go, colonel, go.

Go, colonel. Go, go.

Move it, move it. Go, baby.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Fucking pimp.

Go, blaster.

Blaster, go. Come on baby, go.

All right!

Ok. Come on, man. Come on, boy.

- Come on, sailor, take it home.
- You big Turkey.

Go, go, sailor, go.

- Go, rookie.
- All right, come on.

- Go, sailor.
- All right, hit it.

What are you doing?

You don't ever quit, boy.
Not when it's for real.

All right, gentlemen,
that's enough.

- Oh, shit.
- A little too much civilian life. Let's go.

- Pull it in.
- Oh, shit.

Ok, move your butts.
Double time.

Nice shooting, colonel.
Blaster, elbow down.

Yeah, yeah.

Sailor, stop spraying.
Conserve your ammo.

- You haven't got one in the kill zone.
- These hands were made to fly.

Tell that to the enemy when he blows
your stupid head off. Kill the enemy.

- Hey, don't lose it, mister.
- You kill the fucking enemy, asshole.

Sailor...

- I could teach you a lesson.
- Make your best move, boy.

Scott. Aword, please.

These men are seasoned veterans. They
can't be treated like raw recruits.

- But sir, they...
- You must earn their respect, Kevin.

Yes, sir.

Wilkesy's
claustrophobic as shit.

He was the tunnel
rat in our unit.

He was checking out a
tunnel for weapons storage,

turns out there's
somebody down there.

So he knifes them
both in the dark.

Then the mortar shells hit, and he's
stuck there till we dig him out.

Wilkes lights a match to see if he
can move these two bodies off him.

Turns out he knifed
some woman and her kid.

Killed them deader
than shit, man.

Jesus.

Wilkes starts freaking. We
can hear him screaming, but,

all he can do is stay there with those
two corpses till we dig him out.

You come in low, under
his line of sight.

You leap, taking him down.

Put your hand over his
nose, pull his face away.

At the base of the skull,
to the right of the spine,

insert and scramble the brains.
What you have is instant rag doll.

Most human problems can be
solved with high explosives.

In today's lesson, boys and girls, we'll
learn how to set a "series" or "break".

Follow me. My personal
best is a break of six.

We want a linked
series of disasters.

Figure evasive moves from
each blast to plant the next.

Just as we were coming
up here with the column,

they would trip charge number
one, an m-26 trip grenade. Boom.

Start of action. Column splits
in two, half here, half there.

Over here to number two, a "Willie
Peter", to set their ass on fire.

They think they're safe. Boom.

Number three, "bouncing Betty",
blows their balls off.

Number four. They come over here
and find a two-pound charge of c4.

Boom.

Number five, quick fuse grenade. Not
a big bang, but it does a good job.

Anybody left will be thinking,
"we've got to make it now."

And they're coming out and
they're moving, and then,

they run into charge six, the
claymore mine. End of story.

Congratulations, sailor, you
just wasted a prisoner.

He was a collaborator.

You all right?

- Can't sleep, huh?
- No.

You know, for years I
couldn't sleep after Korea.

My nightmares all had to do
with the chosin reservoir.

The ground was frozen,
we couldn't dig graves.

We had to pile the dead on trucks
and lash them against the tanks.

For years I'd wake up with those
dead, frozen faces staring at me.

Did they ever go away?

No.

I finally made friends
with them, though.

Left, left, left,
left, right, left.

No, no, no. Get together...

Gentlemen.

The object of the next exercise is
to get from here to the bridge,

without being tagged by wilkes.

Shit.

Sneaky little shit.

Shit. I'm dead.

Wilkesy, I'm supposed to...
Shit.

- Come on.
- Quickly.

Come on.

You can make it. Come across.

You people got caught 'cause you
got careless. I told you...

All right, wilkesy!

The object of the exercise
was not to get caught.

His elevator doesn't
go all the way up.

Agent orange.

No, it's red wine and uppers.
That's why we call him sailor.

He used to take a lot of red wine
and uppers, and just sail away.

How come he wears that
grenade around his neck?

He always said if life got too shit, he'd
just pull the pin and see what's next.

Wilkesy, remember that song?

Get down and boogie, remember? Yeah.
Boogie, come on, wilkesy.

- Come on, wilkesy.
- Hey, blaster.

Come on, Johnson, get out here.

- Come on, now. Go for it.
- Do it, boy.

Agent orange.

All agent orange.

- Ok, Curtis. Follow the leader.
- Sounds good to me.

Close it up, close it up.

I'm here, baby. Come on,
let's go fly this thing.

Get your Sierra
together, my man.

Kiss my Sierra, buddy.

You used to be the Ace of the base.
Did you get too old for this, buddy?

Looking good, guys.
Looking good.

Left, left, left, right, left.

Shit.

- What the fuck am I doing here?
- Come on, don't quit.

- Fuck you.
- We have to work together.

I don't need this
mother-fucking shit.

I'm here working my ass off,

and I don't need some wet-nosed
asshole screaming in my face.

- Back off.
- Mother...

We're on the same team.
We have to work together.

We are the team, asshole.
We were there, not you.

Now, asshole. Right now.

Sailor, colonel
rhodes was wrong.

I can't earn your respect,

'cause you have no
respect for yourself.

Boy, you just bought a
whole can of whoop-ass.

Come on, sailor.

Kick his ass, sailor.

Boy, using that oriental, martial bullshit
on me is gonna get real expensive.

- Get up. Come on, hero.
- That's enough.

- Yeah, he's had enough.
- Get up.

You can't keep me
from this mission.

- Why are you getting up?
- Stay down.

Stay down, you little fucker.

- No.
- Why do you want to die?

Why?

I'll tell you why.

His father's missing in action.
Shot down in Vietnam, that's why.

All right, blaster, when I come
over the treeline at 03.00,

remember that's your cue to
blow up the radio tower.

Next is the bridge, to cut off
reinforcements from the village.

Boom.

Mr. Scott, that will be your cue
to neutralize guard tower a.

All right, charts, Johnson,

you pick up blaster after
we've snatched the prisoners.

Major Johnson, you
pick up Scott.

- Ok, blaster, this is the big ride.
- All right, sailor.

Gentlemen, I want you to study
every inch of this compound.

It's an exact reproduction
of the pow camp in Laos.

Men, it's imperative that we're in
and out in under three minutes.

Our lives, and the lives of the
prisoners, may depend on it.

We're gonna rehearse so we can
do this operation in our sleep.

We must be in and out
in three minutes.

In ten days' time we'll
have a live fire exercise.

Look, we've been in
diplomatic negotiations

for the release of all pows,

if there are any.

An armed incursion now would
undermine those negotiations.

Negotiations! It's been 10 years. They'll
be dead before you get them out.

Harry, as my friend, I want you to
call rhodes and drop this project.

Look, I didn't want
it to get this far.

They're prepared to take serious
measures against your company.

IRS audits, anti-trust suits.

Fuck you, art.

The men we're going after will be in
very bad shape. Something like these.

They may not be able to walk.

They may not want to walk.

They're gonna be shattered,

both physically and emotionally.

After all these years, they
may not speak english.

Remember, gentlemen,
everything we do tonight

is motivated by them.

- It looked like the fourth of July.
- It was beautiful.

It was great.

Gentlemen.

Mr. macgregor.

I wanted to thank
you all personally.

After watching you work tonight, I
know Jason chose the right men.

Hear, hear.

One more thing, a little
token of my esteem.

A check and some pocket
money for Bangkok.

- Please.
- Take it.

Thank you.

- Thank you, sir.
- It's only money.

Thank you.

Do you ever regret
letting frank go, Jason?

No, he was already
in the service.

You had contacts. Couldn't you
get him stationed elsewhere?

No, where there's a war,
the rhodes fight it.

We lost almost a whole family
at gettysburg in one day.

We're no good at anything else.

We haven't always been real
good at the fighting, either.

A lot of us have been killed.

But we're always there.

You know, Jason,

I'd give everything
I have, everything,

for just one hour with him.

See if that's our truck.

He's a CIA man for sure.

Johnson, rhodes. You're in
a shit pile of trouble.

We're confiscating your weapons.

My orders are to put you
in jail, a Bangkok jail.

I don't want to put an old
soldier like you in jail.

But damn it, this scheme
of yours is crazy.

Shit.

You'd best be on the
next plane home.

Don't go to the hotel,
they're waiting for you.

Since our government has confiscated
our weapons, I won't ask you to go on.

It's over.

I'm not giving up,
those bastards.

My son frank is waiting for me.

I'll never give up. I'll go in
with a penknife if I have to.

You people do whatever
you want to, ok?

- We must be able to buy guns here.
- No, but we can up north.

- What about money?
- The CIA will get you.

Who cares? It's a
total wipe-out.

We've got money.

That's right, the money macgregor gave us.
Everybody give it up.

- All of it, sailor.
- That's all I got.

- What have you been doing?
- Seeing the sights.

Wilkes, we'll need
transportation.

- Four-wheel drive?
- Preferably.

- Buy it or borrow it?
- Steal the fucker.

Left.

Hey.

Seems someone has taken over
your man's drug operation.

They even took his house.
He's down the street.

- Colonel rhodes, sit down.
- Mr. Jiang, how are you?

I understand you've
had some trouble.

Such are the misfortunes
of the narcotics world.

I barely escaped with my life.
Nothing else.

I need some men to
take us into Laos.

Colonel rhodes, I
will take you myself.

- I'm weary of this life of uselessness.
- Jiang, we need weapons.

We need cheap weapons, now. We lost
ours in Bangkok, you understand?

- No, we don't have time to eat.
- Monsieur.

I'll bet you find our
cuisine to your approval.

At this restaurant you
can eat well or poorly,

depending on how you
order your meal.

- What do you recommend?
- All our cuisine is exceptional.

But there are
seasonal specialties.

Five thousand dollars.

Four thousand dollars.

Three thousand dollars.

These dishes require
twenty-four hour notice.

Monsieur, these entrées are
all too rich for our blood.

Come on.

Brother bond!

Sorry, the wrong department.

- The bargain basement's this way.
- How much for the beer?

Compliments of the house.

Yes.

I'll give you the
whole lot for...

No, six thousand dollars.

- Let's say four thousand dollars.
- You're cheap.

Garbage.

- Thank you.
- High and to the right.

High and to the right.

High and to the right.

Hit. Hit. Hit.

Gentlemen.

These are my daughters. They
will accompany us into Laos.

Unfortunately, I have
no sons to offer you.

They were killed by Laotian
red guards during opium run.

However, I am certain my daughters
will prove themselves worthy.

Stan, watch this case for me.

All right. Yeah, that one.

Ok, let's go, gentlemen.

We're back.

I'm just trying to stay warm.
I swear to god.

Jiang.

- What happened here?
- Ypres.

- What?
- Ypres.

- Ypres.
- What's he talking about, Johnson?

It's French. A town in France.

First place the Germans
used mustard gas.

Oh, yeah.

- Yellow rain.
- Mung people fight viethamese.

Vietnamese hate them.

- Laotian border patrol.
- Get the recaoilless rifle, right now.

He thinks we're opium dealers.

- They want our cargo.
- Offer a bribe. Stall him.

They want to inspect our packs.

Guys, this will get
terminal fast.

- Ready, Johnson?
- Ready.

Go.

Scott, goddamn it.
Man your weapon.

Damn it, two of them got away.

Colonel...

Sir, we lost one
rpg, six grenades,

and one of the
radios is damaged.

It'll receive, but the
transmitter's completely shot.

Mr. Jiang.

- We'd...
- Come.

We must continue on.

No further words are
necessary, colonel rhodes.

As we don't have night-vision
gear, we'll change to schedule b:

06.00 instead of 03.00.

We'll still be able to receive
your verification about the pows.

But you'll have to assume
we have the choppers.

Wait till you hear us coming.

Ground team, you're
up that trail.

Well, that's it.

It's game time.

I had a speech prepared,
but I guess I forgot to...

There are some lines
from Julius Caesar.

"If a man were to know the end of
this day's business ere it come.

"But it suffices that the day will
end, and then the end be known.

"And if we meet again,
well then we'll smile.

"And if not, then this
parting was well made."

It should be right
over that hill.

Come on, quietly. Down.
Drop your packs.

It looks deserted.

Do you think they moved them?

Quite possible. Rice down
there has been harvested.

- I'll take a look.
- Me too. I must inspect the bridge.

No way in. There's
a wall all around.

Wilkesy, come and look at this.
What?

- Ok, wilkesy, I'll go.
- No.

Look, I'll be waiting for you
when you come out. Ok, wilkesy?

Here, take this. It'll
help protect you.

Help.

Wilkesy, you all right?

Wilkesy, what's wrong, man?

- It's ok, man, it's not poisonous.
- Yeah.

I told you that charm would
take care of you, man.

I don't believe it, the
chopper compound isn't here.

It should be here. They
must've moved the damn thing.

Give me the map.

- Cover.
- Get down.

All right, let's go.
Come on, let's move.

Laotian regulars.

Prisoners. They were working on the
barracks side of the river, out of sight.

Jesus, wilkes.

- He saw me.
- You almost got me seen.

- I saw one of our guys.
- I saw three.

Alcatraz, this is sing sing.

Bmx, we've struck oil. I
repeat, we've struck oil.

Hold it.

They're there. The
pows are there.

Jesus Christ, they're there!

Ok. Ok.

Let's find those choppers.

I don't know. It could've been
frank, I just don't know.

We will know soon enough.

I've got some nocturnal
planting to do.

Scott, good luck. Jiang.
Wilkesy, let's go.

Colonel, we have to
move a lot faster.

There's a lot of jungle
between that base and us.

Come on.

Where is that son of a bitch? I
know it came down in this area.

We'd better hurry,
dawn is in two hours.

All right.

They're asleep.

Let's go get them
before they wake up.

Charts.

You and sailor take the barracks.
I'll take the officers' quarters.

But, sir, Mr. charts
must fly the helicopter.

He cannot risk injury. I will
go in first, with Mr. sailor.

- Charts?
- Ok.

They should be on
their way by now.

Hup, hup.

All right, get out.
Move, let's go.

Get your hands up.

Charts.

Charts, get the gunship.
Johnson, in the huey.

All right, hold them right here, sailor.
Lai fun, stay with sailor.

Shit.

Battery.

Smoke on the Ridge. I'll cover.

Johnson's chopper
took another hit.

All right, spot for me.

I've got a guy. Two hundred meters,
top of the Ridge, left of the tree.

Right, two meters.

- Got him.
- All right.

Baby. Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, sailor.

Charts. Lai fun!

Ok, fucker.

Ok, you're history, pal.

- Charts, are you with me?
- I'm right behind you.

- Johnson, are you with me?
- I'm right on you.

Shit, where are they?

- You cannot let them cross the bridge.
- What if they don't show?

They are coming. You must not let
them cross. Fire in front of them.

Fire.

You ain't crossing
that fucking bridge.

It's still there.

Goddamn caps.

Come on, you bastards.
Come and get it.

One.

Two.

Three. Four. Five.

Six. Come on, a new record.
Seven, yes.

Eight. Unbelievable.

Come on, we can get them out.

Oh, my god.

Damn it.

- Coming in on the tower.
- Right, boss.

Son of a bitch.

We've been hit. Hold on.

The gun's jammed, colonel.

I'm gonna take out the tower.
Hold on.

Ok, boss.

We're gonna hit heavy.

- Colonel?
- Wilkes, give me a hand.

Jesus Christ.

- Colonel, are you all right?
- Yeah.

We saw four Americans. Sailor,
there's one in there.

- All right.
- Go, go, go.

Frank.

Come on, buddy.
We're going home.

I can't. The garden.

It's ok, partner, we'll
take the garden with us.

Come on, it's gonna be ok.

Let's go. Hurry, boss.

Frank.

It's ok, soldier.
It's all right.

- Come on, let's go.
- Home? Home for real?

- Yeah.
- For real?

Are there any more rounds
for the recoilless? Jiang?

I'll kill you, you
motherfuckers.

Charts, this way. Move it.

Come on, man.

Charts, go, go.

I've checked the cells.
No sign of number four.

Where's the other American?

What? What's he saying?

In the pit.

- Where's the pit?
- Underneath the tower.

- Johnson.
- Yo.

- Give me a count of sixty, then go.
- No. We can't leave anyone behind.

You'd better leave by sixty,
or everyone gets left behind.

Frank.

Macgregor?

Wilkes, cover me.

Run, colonel, run.

Run.

- Let's head for the chopper.
- We'll be wiped out.

Come on.

Goddamn it.

Charts, come on.

Leave it.

Let it go, come on.

- Where's sailor?
- He's bought it.

- What?
- He's dead.

Sailor! Sailor!

Come on, man. Come on.

Where's blaster? Goddamn it.

Mr. charts.

- Come, run. Quickly, this way.
- Charts, come on. Let's go.

Mayday! Mayday!

American Mias on board.

Mayday! Mayday!

Charts, give me a hand.
I've got a heavy stick.

Mayday! American Mias on board.

Oh, god.

It's really good to see you.

Frank...

He got sick.

So sick.

We tried to help him.

He died.

He saved my life that day.

He saved my life.