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Cathy?

Dad!

Cathy?

This is the only one from which we could get a good dental ID.

I must tell you, the other five were really in bad shape.

Oh Fowler, you're here.

Gentlemen, this is Robert Fowler,

head of CIA Operations in Southeast Asia,

which is why he is here.

I believe you two served in Nam together.

Met, not served.

I was in the field fighting the war.

The CIA were in their office advocating it.

Please continue, Dr. Fielder.

Yes, sir.

Other than that, the bone analysis

proves that the other men were all

between the ages of 19 and 25.

Thank you, Dr. Fielder.

Shall we continue in my office?

The dead bodies traces back to a Sergeant W. N. Slater,

a radio man, fifth special forces,

Black Thunder, a 12-man unit under the command

of Colonel Harrison.

But only five bodies were exhumed and returned.

And they were all younger men.

That's not enough to go on.

We need proof.

The Colonel and the other six men

could be buried elsewhere or not buried all, just left to rot

where they fell.

General, Gentlemen, if and when you get something concrete

I'll be glad to oblige, until then excuse me.

McLeod, Curry, I'm handing this operation over to you.

The top brass needs answers now.

There are thousands of families out there

who've waited far too long for these exhumed bodies

to come home and the White House can't

face them without the answers.

Do whatever you have to, even if it means going back to Laos.

We ought to be there by 7:00.

Good He was a very successful businessman.

This is a horrible tragedy.

He just gave up on life.

Yeah, became a bum.

Took to drinking after--

It was a year ago.

Should have been over it by now.

Colonel Atkins over at Camp Thompson

said he tried talking to him, but it was a waste of time.

Well, maybe we can convince him.

There's no record of any family.

No, he's Australian.

Came to the States when he was young and joined the Army.

Two beers, please.

Might as well as her.

Maybe someone's seen him.

Can't hurt.

Have you seen this guy in town lately?

Not lately.

I don't think he can afford it.

Maybe you should try the joint down the block.

OK. Thank you.

Let's get out of here.

Take a look at yourself, asshole.

Is that really you, Major Richard Straker?

Fifth Special Forces, Black Thunder, your unit, Straker,

under Colonel Harrison.

The remains show no bones of a man

over 25 years old.

No bones of Colonel Harrison is what we're trying to say.

Lies.

Lies.

You didn't give a damn about us then.

Why now?

Your only concern is to find out who fucked up again!

Right, Straker!

This investigation is of paramount importance.

Because of this investigation, we stumbled on the fact

that Colonel Harrison and some of the others

may still be alive.

That's the only reason we are here.

Because you were one of them, the only one to escape

and you're the only one who could possibly get back in.

Yes.

I escaped.

I escaped to find help, to get him out,

but cowards like you just gave them up as dead.

You left them die without even trying.

Harrison, he was like family, maybe

the only family I have left.

He was like a father.

Right.

We fucked up.

We made mistakes.

You're about to do the same goddamn thing.

No.

Not another mistake.

It's not for you McLeod.

It's not for Uncle Sam.

It's for Harrison and the thousands like him

that I left behind to die.

It's simply calling them MIAs.

The Army has changed a lot since I've been in it.

Hey Joe, want to party?

It's good for all night.

No thank you, ladies.

Fuck you.

This guy used to work here?

I have no time.

What do you like?

Give me a beer.

You American?

A GI?

I'm not a GI anymore.

My father was a GI.

His name Hassan.

Nice name.

Maybe you know him.

Tony Rico from New York City.

Some day go to America, find him and get rich.

All American are rich.

I'm not.

What's your name?

My buddies call me Straker.

Tell me, do you like me?

Stand up!

Leave her alone!

Go away, Yankee.

Find another whore.

I said leave her alone.

Hey!

Hey!

Come back!

Come back!

Where we going?

The Hilton.

See, I knew you were rich.

All American are rich.

You American are crazy.

You always get hurt in other people stuff.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

God, my head hurts.

Thanks for helping me.

No problem.

You don't have to stick around.

But I want to stay.

Is this your wife?

It was.

What the hell did you think you were doing last night

getting into that bar brawl?

I don't know what the hell I'm doing, period.

I hope to God I made the right choice.

You've made worse.

If you think this is a game, I'll put

you on the first flight back.

This is a game.

The only problem is I don't know who's playing.

You'll meet the squad later.

Robert Fowler, now head of CIA Operation Southeast Asia?

Is he setting up this mission?

Yes.

What's wrong with Fowler?

Nothing.

Is it something I shouldn't hear?

McLeod.

Straker.

McLeod, I want to talk to you.

Are you trying to sabotage this mission?

Pushing a drunken has-been like Richard Straker on us.

He's one of them.

His record is--

I know his record.

That was 15 years ago.

If this mission gets fucked up, I am not responsible.

Sergeant Booker.

Hey, Booker.

Hey, goddamn.

It's Straker!

How in the hell are you?

What the hell you doing down here?

Sergeant!

Excuse me, sir!

Straker's going to head this operation.

No shit!

I mean, that's great, sir!

Sergeant Booker has been giving our six volunteers a crash

course in jungle combat.

Identify yourself!

Thomas First!

Thomas, Vicktor, Sergeant.

Communication and demolitions expert.

Virella, Deek.

Medic.

Brown, weapons specialist and language master.

Bomas, Theo.

Specialist, transportation, armory.

Silari, Antonio, Corporal.

Torture specialist and general bad ass, sir.

Where's Jasper?

He's off tying his shoes, sir.

Dismiss the men, sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Squad!

Dismissed!

Well, don't just stand

there scratching your balls!

Get your asses over to the barracks!

Move!

They're kids.

You expect me to play nursemaid to a bunch of cherries?

They're about the same age you were when you started.

Oh yeah.

Great.

I shit in my pants my first firefight,

but I had time to learn to survive.

They don't.

I'm satisfied their good.

The question is, are you still good enough to lead them?

You made your point.

Good, then that's taken care of.

See you tonight at the briefing.

Looking forward to it.

This is your area of operation.

The camp is believed to be here.

You'll parachute in from unmarked civilian helicopters

here.

A group of Hmong operatives will greet you and guide you

to a point here, where you'll find

a cache of supplies and a truck that will

transport you to this quadrant.

When you locate it, you'll recon any MIAs

or evidence of their demise.

Due to political considerations,

you will take a strictly defensive posture

on this exercise.

Each of you will be given a cover story.

Memorize it.

The moment you cross that border,

you are no longer members of the US military.

If you're captured, we don't know you.

You're just a bunch of mercenaries playing Rambo.

Right, then we will

all go to Hollywood and sell or story when it's over.

No you won't.

No one.

I repeat, no one is ever to talk about this exercise.

You're out of here at 1800 hours tomorrow.

Wish you all good luck.

Anything else?

You will bring them all back in one piece, won't ya?

Here's some black hole-- don't spend it all in one place.

Everyone OK?

Yes, sir.

Where's the others?

Over in the trees.

Come on, big boy. Jump!

You can do it!

Hey, cut the shit!

The fun's over, guys.

Now get me down!

Soleri, what you doing up there?

Get me out of this fucking tree, man!

Come on!

Get me out of here!

Come on, guys!

This ain't funny anymore.

Get me out of this fucking tree now!

The fun's over, guys.

Now get me down. Come on!

I ain't bullshitting here!

I want down now!

Get me out of this fucking tree!

Goddamn-it!

Soleri, pull the goddamn cord!

Son of a bitch.

Over there.

Are you sure these are the right coordinates?

I've checked and I rechecked.

This is the designated location.

We've got company.

Varela, tell them they're late.

We are not late.

You are in the wrong place.

We have been searching for you.

You said we were at the right coordinates.

We are, sir.

I swear.

It does not matter.

It was easy to find you.

Another screw up like this and we'll all end up dead.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

How far is the truck?

We can make it by daybreak if we move fast.

Let's move it!

This is your Army.

From who?

Thieves.

I would know.

But this I don't.

Don't touch any--

This whole place is a trap.

Move back! Be careful.

Is there another way there?

Yes, but--

But what?

It's very dangerous.

Deek, take the men and follow Dao.

I'll catch up.

He can't be found alive.

We can't leave him here.

I said, move back.

I said move it!

That's an order!

My leg.

Ah!

Help me, please!

Ah!

No!

No!

No!

That son of a bitch!

Wait!

Soleri!

Soleri!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Get the fuck out of my way!

Make me, motherfucker!

Look, I don't like it either, but he knew the danger.

He's right!

This wasn't a goddamn travel tour he signed up for.

He didn't give J.J. a chance.

Yeah, any one of us could be next.

Hey!

Check this out!

The thing was right next to my head.

Died in one crack.

Deek, put a split on Jasper's leg.

We don't have a lot of time.

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Look at that ugly motherfucker, there.

All of this over a fucking snake.

We just stepped in the boobie trap.

Motherfuckers!

My God, he's dead.

How far now?

About a day on foot.

But there's an Australian.

An Australian?

Yes.

In the Beaucoup Mountain.

He settle there after the war.

He has everything, woman, gun, truck.

If you can pay the price.

Let's go.

Let's go.

It's empty.

No.

They are watching.

Shoulder your weapons.

Follow me.

Yeah, right to hell.

Maybe hell is better.

Place your guns at your feet.

Slowly.

Don't feel right.

It's a little late for second opinions.

Oh shit.

Keep cool.

we ain't looking for any trouble here.

Nobody does.

Just for a precaution.

You won't be needing them for dinner anyway.

Do we have a choice?

Nope.

500, that's all we got.

Not one dime more.

Damn, I think this shit's still alive.

Beats the hell out of sea rats.

Fresh grub!

What's that?

It's worms, you dumb shit!

With that money you can have that tricycle over there,

without the tires.

Fuck you, Hogan!

That's exactly what you're trying to do.

But for that money, I'll drive you and your men to the border,

not one inch further.

For the extra 500, I'll throw in the ammo.

When do we leave?

What the fuck is this?

It's a garbage can.

That is all you paid for.

Getting to the border is what we paid for.

Remember that.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Yeah.

This is a raggedy son of a bitch here.

Come on, let's get this can going.

Piece of shit.

Shit.

Is this the only way there?

You could've taken the freeway, but I thought

you'd like the scenic route.

It is evil, this place.

Gee!

What the fuck is we doing here?

What now?

Out and push.

What?

All right, everybody out.

Let's get this heap moving!

Shit.

I hate this sludge!

Tell me about it.

Now come on.

Let's push it!

Fuck this.

Fuck this.

How far is the border?

About 10 very nasty clicks.

Let's check it out.

There's nothing there but a bunch of junk.

Leave it alone!

Why?

Hey!

This is not my deal.

We either move this bus or I'm turning back!

Ah!

What the fuck was that?

Jesus!

Captain William Priest.

Look, hero.

We should wait for daybreak.

You'll never make it on foot.

Besides, I'm not leaving my bus behind!

That's right, Hogan.

You can stay with it.

Let's split up.

Everyone, keep your eyes peeled for anything that moves.

Pappas, Brown, Varela, come with me.

Dao, take your men and recon the perimeter.

Soleri!

Soleri!

I think I found it.

We found it!

I found it.

You mean you fell in, shithead!

This was just dug up.

Something is wrong.

Where's Dao?

He hasn't returned.

Has anyone seen Hogan?

I talked to him.

He said everything was like dinky die.

Die?

Move back.

Get down!

Surrender!

You have 10 seconds to put down your weapons

or face your death.

One!

Two!

Three!

Let's fight them!

Four!

Five!

Six!

We will do whatever you say!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Good!

You have saved your lives.

That's my bus, you fucking slope heads!

Tie them up.

Take those men to the .

Move!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Bring him!

Move

Nice place.

That's , asshole!

Don't fuck with me!

Is that blood?

Yeah, it is.

Welcome to Camp.

I hope your stay will be a useful one.

You are a very ingenious man to have come this far.

Do you play?

Dirty.

This game is much like war.

It reveals a man's soul.

Who sent you here?

Nobody.

We're tourists.

We took a wrong turn.

I could kill you all!

Fuck you!

Get up!

I'll give you time to think.

To find if your silence is worth the lives of your men.

Take him!

What was--

It's been going on since you left.

Do they know who we are?

It was that bastard, Hogan.

He sold us out!

We're gonna die, aren't we?

Aren't we?

Shut up!

Not until they know who we are.

What did you tell them?

Don't worry about me.

Motherfucker!

Halt!

You see?

We can be brutal.

But we also reward our friends.

Now, you tell me what I want and I'll let you all go free.

Is that a promise?

I promise I will kill you if you don't!

Go to hell, asshole.

Bring him!

He will die if you do not cooperate.

He's bluffing!

OK.

I'll talk.

No!

An example should be made.

I would not want to lie.

On second thought, if we are wasting time with lies,

I will give you the rest of the night to think.

Who are--

Shit.

Let me out of here.

Where did he go?

That way.

Untie the others.

Wait.

Jason, it's me, Straker.

Don't be afraid.

Where are the others?

Where's Harrison?

Move!

Move!

Get them!

Prepare for war.

What the fuck is happening?

We're getting out of here!

Time to sky out of this rat-hole.

Not until we get those prisoners.

We need our transmitter.

And our hardware.

Probably stashing the ammo.

We need a truck.

Depot's over there.

Pappas, Brown, go with Hogan and get a truck.

Bring it around to the ammo hut.

Soleri, cover him.

We're going to the hut.

It won't take long to figure out it's a diversion.

Deek, you two go get the ammo.

Hogan, Brown, get the truck.

Soleri, cover them!

Got to find those prisoners.

Got to find Harrison.

Go!

, boy.

They pop some rounds into these petrol cans

and we will all be barbecue.

Let's go.

God, they have a toy store!

Quick! Grab that blueprint!

Jackpot!

I'm your worst nightmare.

Think you can toss this puppy into that bird's nest?

Piece of cake.

No!

Commander Harrison.

You.

Straker.

We're getting you out of here.

We're going home.

No.

Stay away.

Save yourselves.

There's no hope for us.

Jesus!

The coals.

That's why the other one didn't feel it.

It's Leprosy!

Oh no!

Let's get the hell out of here.

I'm with you.

Just getting into this shit is nothing but disease.

Nobody's going anywhere!

We're taking him out of here dead or diseased!

Now get the others!

Come on.

Come on!

Let's go. Out of the cage!

Hurry up! Come on.

Move it out!

Let's go!

Move!

Come on, you guys.

Come on! Help them!

No way, man!

I ain't messin' with no lepers!

That makes two of us!

Well, get the fuck off this wagon

because they're getting on!

After them!

Go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Checkmate.

Deek, Pappas, Soleri, let's check it out.

Get down there and get the others off the truck.

You heard him, ladies.

That's your job.

Yeah, we ain't messing with that shit.

I thought you Americans were against discrimination.

But I guess you boys got a worst disease.

Yeah, you would know, Hogan.

A-I-D-S!

Acute, ignorant, dumb shit!

Varela, get Harrison and the others!

That was fearless, mate.

Not your responsibility.

It's OK.

Come on.

Let's move it.

We're heading in the right direction.

How far is it to the pick-up point?

Distance, I'm not sure, but we have got to send that signal

within another hour.

Pappas, you're the transportation specialist.

We're going to do a silent blitz on a train.

A train?

Deek, go with Pappas.

Soleri, I'll take care of the guards.

Just get them on the train.

You got it.

Your move.

What the hell is taking him so long?

No rush, man.

I got to figure out this freaking antique.

I can't read this shit.

It's all in Russian.

Where's the pressure lever?

You're the transportation expert.

Oh yeah!

Put her straight!

Right there!

Right there!

Right there!

.

!

Hit the break!

Hit the breaks!

Which is the breaks?

Pappas, how long will this thing bring us?

All the way to hell if we would have got that piece for fuel!

How are we doing?

We're almost out of fuel.

Maybe you can stretch it if we cut that boxcar.

Why did you join the Army anyway, Pappas?

My father was a soldier.

He died an American and I will serve

my country as he served his.

You still haven't reached base one?

The radio is dead.

Good job.

Get them down!

We got him! Pappas!

Come on!

They got Pappas.

Help Soleri get others off the train.

Yes, sir.

I said move it, soldier!

What do we do now?

We need to find a vehicle.

They'd never make it to the recon point on foot.

But this area is deserted.

Maybe not.

The aerial map showed a beach at the back of a refinery

where the Russian ships stop to bring supplies in to the Cong.

Since they come through Bangkok, this could be the place.

Leave them here.

Come with me.

Come on!

Get out of here. Go!

Come on! Give me your hand!

No! Go!

Come on, Straker!

What are you stopping for?

Get them out of the jeep.

Phoenix, this is Operation Eight Ball.

Do you read?

Phoenix, this is Operation Eight Ball.

Do you read?

Repeat, Operation Eight Ball.

Do you read?

We read you loud and clear, Eight Ball.

Establish your location and your status.

Location, recon point.

On schedule, 700 hours.

Status, alive.

Condition, leprosy.

Give the single for the rescue operation.

McLeod, I'll take it from here.

This is not a military operation, remember?

Phoenix, do you read?

Come on!

Come on!

Look Straker, you know we can't take him home.

We're trying to establish diplomatic relations

with the Vietnamese government.

Besides they aren't going to be accepted at home.

Not this time, you fucking stooge!

Pick him up and take him to the chopper, Fowler!

No!

No!

You heard him!

Pick him up!

He's dead.