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

Let's go! Let's go!
This is a hot LZ!

Frank! Get out!

Come on, Frank.

Jesus! Let's get
the hell out of here!

Frank! Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, come back! Come back,
goddamn it! Come back! 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.

And 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 7, 1973.

The first one coming off now.

He looks a little bit thin,

but considering what he's been
through, he looks very good from here.

And 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...

- Daddy!
- Till they find out the fate

- of their missing sons.
- Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy.

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

Colonel Rhodes, I sympathize,
but what would you like us to do?

I don't want your sympathy. I
want you to help me find my son.

But don't you understand
there's nothing I can do?

Look. There are 2,500
men still unaccounted for.

There have been over 400 live sightings
of Americans held against their will.

I've heard the numbers, Colonel.
But there's nothing I can do.

Damn it, that's all I ever
heard in Washington.

Nobody can do anything.
That's why I came to Bangkok.

Look, you didn't
hear this from me,

but there are a couple
of men here in Bangkok

who claim they've seen
American POWs in Laos.

What I suggest is, I'll put
you in contact with them.

I think my son's being held
prisoner in Laos, but I need proof.

Get my son's signature on the
back of this picture. Okay? All right.

Get my son's signature
on the back of that picture.

Get him to write his
name on it. All right?

If I get your son's name here,

I want a lots of money.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey, you.

Okay.

Hey!

Oh, boy. There's that
old Colonel MIA again.

- Senator.
- Hello, Colonel.

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks. How are you?

Good to see you. Sorry
we haven't got time today,

but if you ring my office,
I'll be happy to talk to you.

Thank you. Sorry.

Colonel Rhodes, I can't
help you with your son.

I'm trying to find food
for these new refugees.

If you talk to that guy over
there, he'll help you. Good luck.

Thank you very much.

That your boy. He
prisoner in camp in Laos.

I smuggled the
picture out. That's him.

I know my son's being held
some place in northern Laos,

but I need to know
exactly where.

I need a good, thorough
recon of the area.

Man, that's tough.

Like I told you, I can go into Laos.
Hell, I can go into north Vietnam.

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

But it's gonna take a lot
of money to find your son.

- Don, hi.
- How are you, Jason?

Good. Good. What
do you have for me?

You know, if they
find out about this,

they'll retire me just
like they retired you.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

I suppose someone
could call this treason.

No. No, thanks.

It's a prison camp in Laos.

Take a look at the paddy dikes.

There's your proof, Jason.
There's your proof... 111.

You go get your boy.

Okay.

All right. Now, where was I?

Hey, Blaster, tell us about that time
you almost got wasted by that big wave.

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

I don't remember
how I lied the last time.

It doesn't matter. It's
still going to be bitchin'.

All right, all right.

As you know, the surf on the North
Shore comes up real fast, out of nowhere.

You're out there in the lineup having
a good time, and then it happens...

A life-threatening experience.

- And then?
- Yeah. What happened, Blaster?

This photograph was taken somewhere
close to where Frank is being held.

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

They're much too
tall to be Vietnamese.

"Average Vietnamese
man is about 5'2" and a half.

- Those two are Americans.
- And that's supposed to be Frank?

That is Frank.

Yeah, I bought too many
fakes over the last ten years.

That definitely is Frank.

Been a POW ten
years in that shit-hole?

Listen, Frank is alive.

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

Take a look at that.

That's a high-altitude
photograph taken from a SR-71.

Look at it closely.

See? Right here
in the paddy dikes.

The three lines there.

"111 ."

That's your old LRRP
team designation.

First battalion, 11th
infantry. Recon team Arizona.

- Don't you see it? It's plain as day.
- Right here?

Right here. Yes.

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.

Yeah, I know who you are. Uh...

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

I phoned him this
morning, and he said he did.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

Look, why don't you just
do me a favor and go away?

Not until I see your husband.

Look, you've got
no right to be here.

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

Looks to me like it's still
in his head pretty strong.

Oh!

That's very deep.

Where were you all the days he
sat for hours staring at the walls?

- Hey, Wilkes?
- Goddamn you!

What did you send your wife out for?
Don't you have the guts to talk to me?

You leave him alone!

I need you! My son needs you!
At least look at our photographs.

Hear us out!

- Oh, please. Please, don't.
- Wilkesy.

I'll handle this now.

I don't like your tactics.

But I'll listen to what you
have to say because of Frank.

Okay.

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 did they find you?

I don't know. Came looking
for me, and he found me.

Then we found you.

Thanks a lot, Blast.

It's good to see you, man.

There are compounds
all over northern Laos.

There are choppers
that we left behind.

That's what we'll be using
to get into the POW camp.

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

- I don't think we'll have any problems...
- Excuse me, please.

- You going out?
- Mm-hmm.

Little early, isn't it?

- I want to make happy hour.
- Yeah.

You want to come along?

No. I think I'll
stay home tonight.

No kidding.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?
- It means "no kidding."

I just don't feel like
going out, that's all.

You never do. He never
feels like doing anything.

- That's not true.
- Every night it's the same.

He looks through his telescope, puts
on headphones and listens to that crap.

That crap happens to
be George Gershwin.

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

You know, it's
like nothing's here.

He's like a little turtle
hiding in his shell.

Look at him. He has not taken
off those sunglasses in six years.

I've given up trying
to figure him out.

Oh.

You know, maybe you should
take him back to Vietnam.

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

Well, 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, Colonel.

I'd probably get
somebody killed.

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

Not mine.

What is this, the
Distinguished Flying Cross?

Yeah.

How'd you get that?

Ah... For pulling a
Thud pilot out of Laos.

Ah, come on. Must've
been more to it than that.

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 good
man named Hendricks,

couple of F-4 jocks,
even Sandy Low Lead.

Lost a lot of good friends.

How many?

Oh, I don't remember.

It just seemed like everybody.

You lost 11 men
and nine aircraft.

You were shot down and then
volunteered to go back for that pilot. Why?

- If you know that, you tell me.
- I'm asking you why.

- Because it was my job, that's why!
- Why?

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

That's why we're gonna go back
now... To get those good people.

Wait a minute. Back up, back up!

You cannot lay that
kind of guilt on me! No!

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
and 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.

Could I speak to him, please?
This is Jason Rhodes calling.

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

- Well, we're on our way.
- How many?

- Three.
- Only three?

Had a couple turn-downs.
One of the chopper pilots.

- Can you do it with two?
- We'll have to change plans.

I'll do it with one if I have to.
I've come too far to turn back now.

Listen, Jason, is there
anything more I can do?

Just keep the
cash coming, Harry.

Somehow or another,
I'll get our boys back.

Jason, what about Sailor?

I've tracked him down in Houston.
I'm going there now. I'll let you know.

By the way, the replica of the
POW camp is finished and ready.

- Great.
- Good luck. Keep in touch.

All right. Talk to you.

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

Your friend, Sailor,
blow-torched a local kingpin biker,

so we're holding him on our
witness protection program.

Silly son of a bitch come in here
with a grenade hung around his neck.

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

Jesus.

I had a heck of a time
tracking you down.

You're wandering around
all over the United States.

I know a lot about you. Frank
used to mention you in his letters.

He said you were the
best man in the unit.

- Yeah?
- 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 are gonna be using
real grenades and stuff, man.

- They took mine when I got in here.
- Hey, look, asshole.

This is not some kind of
a bullshit biker's acid trip.

This is a precise
military operation.

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

I got enough brain
cells to remember that.

You gotta give me a shot, man.

You gotta.

Hey, Wilkesy. Wilkesy.

Aw, man. Come on.

Sailor?

- My man!
- Blaster!

You haven't changed a bit!

- Master Wilkes! How have you been?
- What happened to your grenade?

I had to use that for
an emergency enema.

Maybe I do have a
little unfinished business.

Besides, this guy wouldn't last
ten minutes over there without me.

You ain't bullshitting. Look what
happened to me since you left.

Okay. Get aboard.

Well, gentlemen, this is it: an
exact replica of the POW camp.

- Who built it this place?
- MacGregor's father.

Get your gear out of the
vehicle, stow it in that large tent.

I'll meet you 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?

How you doing?

Mr. Ky, you can serve
supper anytime you're ready.

Thank you.

Good evening.

As you were.

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

Gentlemen, this is Kevin Scott.

He's well-trained in the latest
weapons and training techniques.

Oh, and this is Mr. Ky.

We'll be eating nothing but
Vietnamese food from now on.

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

Any questions?

Good.

So, uh, how long were you there?

I wasn't. Too young.

Is he going with us?

He served in Fourth
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 I will either.

This is gonna be a whole
lot of fun with this one.

Gentlemen.

Thank you for coming.

I knew you would come,

'cause you men
have got what it takes.

Molded over a little,
but you 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 shared by men

who have faced death in battle.

You men seem to have
a strong sense of loyalty

because you're
thought of as criminals

because of Vietnam.

And you know why?

Hmm?

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 pick up
our buddies and bring them home.

There's no gain in it.

You and I know 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!

They say they've been
negotiating for ten years. Well...

The other side's not buying.

And while the politicians
sit on their asses,

I'm gonna 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.

Hit the dirt! Get down!

Get down!

You're all dead.

Not quite, sir.

- Go, Colonel!
- Go, Colonel! Go, go, go, go!

Go, Colonel. Go, go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Fuckin' pimp!

Blaster, go! Come on, baby, go!

Okay. Come on, man.

- Come on, boy.
- You ain't nothin'.

- Sailor, you big turkey!
- Take it home!

- Go on! Go on!
- Come on, Scott.

Go! Go! Go, Sailor, go!

- Come on, rookie!
- All right, come on!

Go! Go, Sailor!

Hit it!

What are you doing?

All right!

You don't ever quit, boy.

Not when it's for real.

Gentlemen, that's enough.

Aw, shit! Damn!

Little too much
civilian flab. Let's go!

Pull it in!

Okay, move your
butts! Double time!

Good shooting, Colonel.
Blaster, elbow down.

Yeah, yeah.

Sailor, stop spraying!
Conserve your ammo!

Charts, you haven't
got one in the kill zone!

Well, these hands
were made to fly.

Hey. We'll tell that to the enemy
when he blows your stupid head off!

- Kill the enemy!
- Don't lose it, mister!

Hey, you kill the
fuckin' enemy, asshole!

Sailor,

I could teach an undisciplined
brawler like you a lesson.

- Just make your best move, boy.
- Scott! A word, please.

Scott, these men are seasoned veterans.
They can't be treated like raw recruits.

- But, sir, they...
- You have to earn their respect, Kevin.

Yes, sir.

Wilkesy's
claustrophobic as shit.

He was the tunnel
rat in our unit.

Goes down this tunnel one day
to check for weapons storage,

and it turns out there's
somebody down there.

So he knifes them
both in the dark.

Then the mortar shells hit. He's
stuck down there until we dig him out.

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

Turns out he'd knifed
some woman and her kid.

He killed 'em deader
than shit, man.

Jesus.

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

but all he can do is stay in the black
with those corpses until we dig him out.

You come in low,
under his line of sight.

You leap, taking him down,

placing your hand over his nose,
pulling his face away from your knife hand.

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

into what the Chinese
call the "wind gate,"

you insert,
scramble the brains...

What you have
is instant rag doll.

Most human problems can be
solved by a charge of high explosive.

In today's lesson,
boys and girls,

we're going to learn to set
what we call a series or a break.

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

The idea is to create a
linked series of disasters

and figure evasive
moves from each blast,

and that's where you
plant your next tomato.

Just as we're coming
up here with a 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 is a Willie
Peter, which will set their ass on fire.

They think they're safe.
They get away! Whoo! Boom!

Number three. Bouncing
Betty blows their balls off!

Number four! They
come over here.

They think they got it made, and
they find a two-pound charge of C-4.

Boom!

Number five. Quick-fuse grenade.

Yeah. Not a big bang,
but it does a good job.

And anybody left after this will come
in and think, "We've got to make it now."

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

and then they
run into charge six.

Claymore mine. End of story.

Congratulations, Sailor.
You just wasted a prisoner.

He's a collaborator.

You all right?

Can't sleep, huh?

For years, I couldn't
sleep after Korea.

My nightmares all had to
do with the Chosin Reservoir.

The ground there was so
frozen, we couldn't bury our dead.

Had to pile them on trucks
and lash them against the tanks.

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

Did it ever go away?

No.

I finally made friends
with them, though.

- Left. Left. Left.
- No.

- Left, right, left.
- No. No!

- Left. Left, right, left.
- Get together...

Gentlemen!

The object of the next exercise...
Make your way from here

back to the bridge without
being tagged by Wilkes.

Goddamn it! Shit.

Sneaky little shit.

Aw, shit. I'm dead.

Wilkesy, I'm supposed... Shit!

Shit!

Fuck, man.

Come on!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

You can make it. Come across.

You people got caught
'cause you got careless!

I told you...

- All right, Wilkesy!
- All right, Wilkesy!

The object of the exercise
was not to get caught!

That guy's elevator does
not go all the way to the top.

Agent Orange.

- No, it's red wine and uppers.
- Huh?

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 goddamn
grenade around his neck, huh?

Sailor always said if life got too shitty,
he'd pull the pin and see what's next.

Wilkesy, remember that song?

Get down, boogie,
remember? Yeah!

Boogie! Come on.

Come on, remember
that? Come on, Wilkesy.

Hey, Blaster.

Yeah! Come on!

Come on, Johnson! Get
out here. Let's do it! Come on!

Come on, now. Go! Go!

- Go for it!
- Do it, boy!

Agent Orange.

All Agent Orange.

Okay, Curtis. Follow the leader.

Sounds good to me.

Close it up! Close it up!

I'm here, baby. 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.

Getting too old
for this shit, buddy?

Looking good,
guys. Looking good.

Left, right, left. 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... everybody!

I don't believe this
motherfuckin' shit!

I've been workin'
my fuckin' ass off,

and I don't need no wet-nosed
asshole cherry screaming in my face!

- Back off!
- Mother...

Curtis! Let the shit ride!

What matters is that we
are 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 the
whole can of whup-ass!

- Come on, Sailor!
- Kick his ass, Sailor!

Boy, using that Oriental martial bullshit
on me is going to get real expensive.

Get up! Come on, hero!

That's enough, Sailor!

Get up, boy! Come on!

You can't keep me
from this mission!

- Why are you getting up, marine?
- Yeah, stay down, man. Come on.

- This fight's over.
- Stay down. Stay here, little fucker!

- No. No!
- Why? Why you wanna go die, boy?

Why? 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 tree line at 0300,

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

Then you blow up the bridge to cut
off the reinforcements from the village.

Boom.

Mr. Scott, that'll 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.

Okay, 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 less than 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 gotta be in and out
of there in three minutes.

Ten days' time, we'll
have a live-fire exercise.

Look...

we have been pursuing
diplomatic negotiations

for the release of all
POWs, if there are any.

An armed incursion now would
undermine those negotiations.

Negotiations? It's
been ten years!

They'll all be dead by the
time you negotiate them out.

Damn it, 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, antitrust suits.

Fuck you, Art.

The men we're going in after
are gonna be in very rough shape.

Something like these men here.

They may not be able to walk.

They may not want to walk.

Gonna be shattered,

both physically and emotionally.

After all these years, they may
not even be able to speak English.

Remember, gentlemen,
everything we do tonight

is motivated by them.

It looked like the Fourth
of July, you know?

- It was beautiful! It was gorgeous!
- It was great!

Gentlemen!

Mr. MacGregor.

I just wanted to stop by
to thank you all personally.

After watching you work tonight,

I know that Jason's chosen
the right men to get the job done.

Hear! Hear!

One more thing... A
little token of my esteem:

a check and some
pocket money for Bangkok.

- Nah, that's all right.
- Please.

Take it.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

It's only money.

Thank you.

Do you ever regret
letting Frank go, Jason?

He was already in the service. There
was never any question of him going.

With all your contacts in Washington,
couldn't you get him stationed elsewhere?

Ah, when there's a
war, the Rhodes fight it.

We lost almost the whole
family at Gettysburg one day.

We've never been any
good at anything else.

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.

There's a CIA man
if I've ever seen one.

Johnson, Rhodes, you're
in a shit-pile of trouble.

We're confiscating your weapons.

And my orders are to put
you in jail... A Bangkok jail.

But, Colonel, 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 to the States.

And don't go back to the hotel.
They're waiting for your ass there too.

Look. Since our government has
seen fit to confiscate our weapons,

I'm not gonna ask you
gentlemen to go any further.

It's over!

I'm not giving up
to those bastards.

My son Frank is waiting for me.

And I'm never gonna give up. I'll
go in with a pocketknife if I have to.

You people do whatever
you want to do, okay?

Johnson, there's got to be some
place in Bangkok to get guns.

The place to get guns
is in the Golden Triangle.

- What are we gonna use for money?
- Man, the money ain't it.

- The CIA's gonna bust your ass for that.
- Who cares? It's a total wipeout.

We've got money.

That's right.

The money MacGregor
gave us. Everybody give it up.

- Come on, Sailor. All of it.
- Damn, that's all I got.

What the hell you
been doin', Sailor?

Seeing the sights.

Wilkes, we're gonna
need transportation.

- Four-wheel drive?
- Preferably.

Buy it or borrow it?

Steal the fucker!

Left. Left!

Hey!

Some other fella's moved in
on your man's drug operation.

Even moved into his house.
We can find him down the street.

Colonel Rhodes.

- Sit down.
- Jiang, how are you?

I understand you've had
trouble since we last met.

Such are the misfortunes
of the narcotics world.

I barely escaped with
my life. Nothing else.

Are you still able to give us
men to take us into northern Laos?

General Rhodes, I
will take you myself.

I'm weary of this
life of uselessness.

Jiang, we need weapons.

Mr. Jiang, we need weapons
now, cheap weapons.

We lost our weapons in
Bangkok. Do you understand?

Oh, no, we don't have
time to eat now. Here.

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

At this restaurant, you
can eat well or poorly,

depending on how
you order your meal.

What does monsieur recommend?

All of our cuisine is exceptional.
But there are... seasonal specialties.

Five thousand dollars.

Four thousand dollars.

Three thousand dollars.

These dishes
require 24-hour notice.

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

Come on.

Uncle Mick!

Brother Bud!

Sorry. The wrong department.

Bargain basement's this way.

How much for the beer?

Compliments of the house.

Ah, yes.

I'll give you the whole
lot for, let's say...

No. Six thousand dollars.

Let's say $4,000.

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, Colonel Rhodes,

I am certain my daughters
will prove themselves worthy.

Yeah, that one.

Okay, let's go, gentlemen.

We're back.

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

Jiang. Jiang.

- What happened here?
- Ypres.

- What?
- Ypres. Ypres.

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

It's French.

A town in France.

The first place the Germans
ever used mustard gas.

Oh, yeah.

Yellow rain.

Hmong people fight Vietnamese.
Vietnamese hate them.

- Laotian border patrol.
- Get the recoilless rifle right now.

He thinks we're opium dealers.

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

- They want to inspect our packs.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, guys. This is gonna
get terminal in a hurry.

- You ready, Johnson?
- Ready.

Hmm?

Now!

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...

Come. Must continue on.

No further words are
necessary, Colonel Rhodes.

Since we don't have night-vision
gear, we'll change to schedule B...

0600 instead of 0300.

We'll still able to receive your
verification about the POWs,

but you won't know we've gotten the
choppers, so you'll have to assume so.

Wait till you hear us coming.

Ground team,
you're up that trail.

You got the grid coordinates.

Air team, you follow
me down this creek.

Well, that's it.

It's game time.

I had a speech prepared,
but I guess I've forgotten it.

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,

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.

You think they moved them?

Quite possible. Rice down
there has been harvested.

I'm gonna take a look.

I'll go with you. I need to take
a closer look at that bridge.

Couldn't find a way in. It's a
solid wall all the way around.

- Wilkesy, come and look at this.
- What?

- Okay, Wilkesy. I'll go.
- No, no, no. No. No.

Look, I'll be waiting for you when
you come out. Okay, Wilkesy?

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

Help!

Wilkesy, you all right?

Wilkesy, what's wrong, man?

It's okay, 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.

Christ. It should be here. They
must have moved the goddamn thing.

Give me the map.

- Cover!
- Get down!

All right, let's go.

Let's move. Come on, let's move.

Laotian regulars.

Prisoners.

They must've been working
on the barracks side of the river.

That's why we didn't see them.

Jesus, Wilkes!

- He spotted me up there.
- You almost got me spotted by the camp.

- I saw one of our guys up there.
- I saw three down here.

Alcatraz, this is Sing Sing.
Alcatraz, this is Sing Sing.

BMX. We've struck oil. I
repeat: BMX. We've struck oil.

Hold it! Hold it!

They're there! The
POWs, they're there.

Jesus Christ. They're there!

Okay. Okay.

Let's find those choppers.

I don't know. It could've
been Frank. I just don't know.

We will know soon enough.

Yeah, well, I've got some
nocturnal planting to do.

Scott, good luck. Jiang.

Wilkesy, let's go.

Colonel, we've got to
move a hell of a lot faster.

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

Come on.

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

Well, we'd better hurry.
It'll be dawn in two hours.

All right. They're asleep.

Let's go get them
before they wake up.

Charts, you and Sailor,
you take the main barracks.

I'll take the
officers' quarters.

Sir, Mr. Charts must
fly the helicopter.

He cannot risk injury.

I will go in first
with Mr. Sailor.

Charts?

Okay.

They should be on
their way by now.

Up! Up!

All right, get out of
here! Move! Let's go!

Get out of here! Go! Move! Go!

Get your hands up!

Charts! Charts!

Charts! Get the gunship!
Johnson, in the Huey!

All right, hold them
right here, Sailor!

Lai Fun, you stay with Sailor!

Shit!

Battery!

Up on the ridge! I'll cover!

Johnson's chopper
took another hit!

All right, spot for me.

I 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, let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, Sailor!

Charts! Lai Fun!

Okay, fucker!

Okay, you're history, pal.

- All right, Charts, are you with me?
- You got it. I'm right behind you.

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

Shit. Where are they?

You cannot let them
cross the bridge!

What if something happened,
and they don't show?

They are coming. You must
not let them get to the bridge!

Fire in front of them.

Fire!

You ain't crossing
that fucking bridge.

It's still there!

Goddamn caps!

Come on, you bastards!
Come on! Come and get it!

One!

Two!

Three! Four! Five!

Six! Come on! A new record!

Seven! Yeah!

Eight! Unbelievable!

Come on, you guys. We
can get them out. Come on!

Oh, my God!

Whew! Damn it!

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

Son of a bitch!

We've been hit! Hold on!

Gun's jammed, Colonel!

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

Okay, 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 your building!

Go! Go! Go!

Frank!

Come on, buddy. Come
on. We're going home.

- I can't.
- It's okay.

The garden.

It's okay, partner. We'll
take the garden with us.

It's all right.

Come on. Come on.

It's okay. Come on.
Let's go. Hurry, boss.

Frank? Frank?

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

It's okay.

- No!
- Oh, man, hey. Come on. Let's go.

- Home?
- Yeah, let's go.

- Home for real? For real?
- Yeah! Come on!

Are there any more
rounds for the recoilless?

Jiang!

Holy shit!

I'll kill you, you
motherfuckers!

Charts! Charts, this way!

Move it! Move it! Come
on, man! Come on!

Go, go, go!

I've checked all the cells.
There's no sign of number four.

Where's the other American?

What? What's he saying?

- In the pit.
- What?

- Pit!
- Where's the pit?

- Johnson!
- Yo!

Give me a count
of 60, then you go.

No, sir! We can't leave
anybody behind this time.

You're to leave by 60, or
everyone will get left behind!

Frank!

MacGregor?

Wilkes, cover me.

Run, Colonel, run!

Run.

Let's head for the
chopper! Come on!

There's no way! We'll be...

Come on!

Goddamn it!

Wilkes, come on!

Leave it!

Come on! Come on!

- Where's Sailor?
- He's bought it, Colonel!

- What?
- He's dead!

Sailor! Sailor!

Come on, man. Come on,
man. Come on, man. Come on.

Where's Blaster?

Goddamn it!

Mr. Charts! Mr. Scott!

Come! Come quickly! This way!

Charts, come on! You
gotta hustle! Come on!

Come on, get in!

Mayday! Mayday!
American Mias on board!

Mayday! Mayday!

Hey, Chartsy, give me a hand
up here. I got a heavy stick.

Mayday! Mayday!
American Mias on board!

It's really good... to see you.

Frank...

he got sick.

So sick.

I tried to help him.

He died.

He saved my life that day.

He saved my life.

Translated by Raden Sandy
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