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- The wire is too dense. Yeah.

(wire snipping)

- Get down.

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

- That was close.

- Relax, it's time.

- [Radek] It's getting tight.

- It was tight to begin with.

They still got seven minutes to go.

- For months I've been waiting
to get that goddamn depot,

and I don't wanna take no risks.

- You've no need to worry, Colonel Radek.

Where your Air Force has failed,
my Strike Commandos won't.

They'll see you through.

(owl hooting)

- [Sambello] That's it. Thank you.

You know, when I used to steal
watermelon down in Alabama,

I used to have to climb fences, not cut them.

- Shut up and pass the shears.

The charge.

Are the mains hooked up, Sambello?

- All set.
- Get down.

Okay, let's move.

He's coming around again.

Christ, he never stops.

Ready?

Okay, now.

(insects chirping)

- [Soldier] Just say the word, sir.

(upbeat music)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(door opening)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(soldier speaking in foreign language)

(Ransom speaking in foreign language)

(soldier groans)

- Four minutes yet, sir.

- Yeah.

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

He's cheating.

(gun firing)
(man groaning)

(door slamming)

- Three minutes, Major.

- You're only here as
an observer, Colonel.

So this time it will be Ransom
who will give us the signal.

He's a pro. No point in fretting.

- Two minutes, Colonel.

- Shit.

(gun firing)

(whistle blowing)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(whistle blowing)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(guns firing)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

- Hold on, you.

- Major, the depot at all
costs, remember? At all costs.

(guns firing)

Hit it.

(bomb exploding)

- What happened, Mike?

- I don't know. Let's get out of here.

(bombs exploding)

(Sambello groans)

Sambello! Dirty sons of bitches!

Shit!
(bombs exploding)

(Ransom groaning)

(fire roaring)

- Oh God. They're all dead.

- [Radek] That's the risk they ran.

- [Harriman] They had
another minute to go.

- The mission, Major.
Above all, the mission.

Your team did an excellent job.

The Strike Commandos will always be remembered.

They were heroes.

(fire crackling)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

(child laughing)

- The American talked in his sleep.

Like someone who's shouting.

If I be a man, could I
be a soldier like him?

- Go to sleep now.

You haven't been to your
bed since you brought him.

- Oh, no. I must watch over him.

I wanna be there when he wakes up.

He must know that it was I who saved him.

- (chuckles) Who knows if this soldier

could be the man that we need.

Father Francois said "Pray,
Le Duc, for a miracle to happen."

He may very well be the
answer to our prayer.

- Our contacts tell me he
belonged to a very special force.

Perhaps his own commander
is searching for him,

and can do nothing to locate him.

- It's no good for us to get in touch.

If the Russians know we are
keeping an American soldier here

they will make a lot of trouble for us.

They will destroy the whole village.

They will do what they did

when they destroyed the
church of Father Francois.

Remember that.

(man speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)
(men groaning)

- I don't know what you're saying.

The fact is, I'm very confused.

I keep hearing his words,

what Father Francois said
to us, what he taught us.

To love all people in the
same way, friend or enemy.

But how are we supposed
to love those bastards

who would destroy our village?

What's happening?

(man speaking in foreign language)

Where did you pick him up?

(man speaking in foreign language)

(man gasps)
Stop, don't kill him.

- Make sure he's secure. We'll
worry about his life later.

- We have to be alert.

Maybe he and the others were not alone.

- His life will depend upon the American.

I only hope the sight of
blood doesn't shock him.

- Yes, well, when he
wakes up we will find out.

But you have already condemned
the prisoner, so why bother.

(Ransom panting)

(all screaming)

(all roaring)

- I like the American.
He's American, our savior.

(water splashing)
(villagers chanting)

- He's American.

- [All] American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

- Go to him.

(men speaking in foreign language)

- [All] American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

(men speaking in foreign language)

- You are American. You are our master.

Kill him.

(man speaking in foreign language)

Listen to me. Kill him.

- Stop it.

(gun firing)

- A filthy prisoner, kill him.

He is the evil you must destroy.

- He's the enemy, fine.

But now you've defeated
him and he's your prisoner.

Why should I shoot an unarmed
marked man in cold blood?

- All that is evil must be wiped out.

(owl hooting)

That man is a demon, and I never
take a demon as a prisoner.

He's your enemy, American.
He hates and he kills.

He's the devil. We want
you to kill this evil.

- No.

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(all speaking in foreign language)

(owl hooting)

- They're disappointed. You failed them.

They were hoping you
would be their savior.

- Savior?

- 'Cause you're American.
It's a great power.

They knew you'd come sooner or later.

That's why your gesture,

your humanity towards the
enemy, has let them down.

(speaking in foreign language)

- This place is so-

- It was a place of worship not long ago.

Now only violence reigns here.

Founded by Father Francois,
a truly wonderful man.

Would you like a drop of this?

- No, thank you.

- It's not bourbon, but
it gives you the feeling.

- You enjoy it, old man.

- Thank you.

We´ve been under constant attack here.

Every day the Vietcong.

The women abused. The
men deported or killed.

That is until the arrival of the Russians.

- The Russians? What the hell
you talking about, old man?

- Two officers, monsieur.
A man and a woman.

And the man is the incarnation of Lucifer.

It was he who killed Father Francois.

They call him Jakoda.

- All right then. I'll take some,
but I can't take all of you.

The old and the sick ones are
gonna have to stay behind.

Then when I get to the American lines,

I'll send back some choppers,

and pick up the rest of you, okay?

- Okay. You take this, it's your gun.

- And you take this.

- Let's go.

- American. American.
- Bye.

(upbeat music)

All right, keep moving, go on. Go on.

All right, keep moving, keep moving.

Come on, come on, move.
- Hurry, hurry.

(upbeat music)

- I don't see anybody.
- What?

(upbeat music)

(all screaming)

- American. Look a radio.

If it works you can contact your people.

If it works, you're very lucky.

- [Ransom] They're almost indestructible.

(soldiers yelling)

- [Drill Sergeant] You look
like a bunch of ruptured ducks.

Move it, Private.

(car engine roaring)

(muffled chatter)

- Colonel sir, I'm getting
Ransom, from Strike Command.

- You what? What the
hell you talking about?

- Really am, sir. Michael Ransom.

He's using Code Four. Bad signal.

Comes and goes. Hard to tell
where he's calling from, sir.

- [Ransom] Answer, God dammit.

- [Soldier] I'm getting him.

- Strike One to SAT Eagle.
Strike One to SAT Eagle.

I'm in the blue zone.

About 20 clicks east of Old Delta point.

- [Soldier] Gotcha, Strike
One. Where are the rest of you?

- The rest of Strike
Command demands vengeance.

Sarafinnian, Sambello, Kain, Dirty.

- [Soldier] What the
hell you saying, Ransom?

- They all demand justice.

(soft music)

- [Captain] Requesting security clearance

for a George C. Harriman on
18-409-5. Confirm, please.

- [Controller] Clearance granted,

Major George C. Harriman on 18-409-5.

General Stanley Scott.
US Destroyer Humboldt.

- This has turned into a very
serious situation indeed, Major.

And if the news should leak,

it'd be a severe blow for
the morale of my troops.

- A detachment of our finest
men from Special Services

has been annihilated because
of an impetuous idiotic order.

Men like Radek are a
menace to our troop, sir.

- Colonel Radek is your
superior officer, Major.

In war, an order is never questioned,

and God forbid, in the contrary.

- Even at the cost of many lives?

- The backbone of our strength,

has always been the
freedom of our commanders,

on land and at sea, to
make their own decisions.

Had High Command ever
interfered with this freedom,

we wouldn't have had such men
as Patton or Pershing,

and even further back in
our history, Sharon or Lee.

You will not submit a
report on this, Harriman.

Afterwards, we'll see.

- And meanwhile Radek is
free to do as he damn pleases

to a Strike Commando?

- Colonel Radek has strong
support in Washington.

They think he is a brilliant officer,

even though they don't know
much about his background.

- This is a dirty war, General.

Hair-brainded orders and rushed decisions.

Two-bit politicians dictating what to do.

And those who die in the field,

our finest men slaughtered in vain,

such as Michael Ransom and others.

- I've recommended a
Congressional medal of honor

for all of those who died
in Strike Commando Force.

The country has never
forgotten its heroes.

- You don't win battles
with posthumous metals.

And as for our country,

Washington might do well to remember

that we are fighting a ruthless war.

We need trucks and helicopters
not their usual empty honors.

- I'm counting on you, Harriman.

You're one of my finest officers.

Now, I want you to stay with Radek,

watch him, and advise him.

And if he makes one more mistake,

I will take appropriate measures.

Now, you'll go back

and form a Strike
Commando Force unit again,

making it a more powerful unit,

a deadly forced to be reckoned with.

- As you wish, sir.

- Oh, Harriman. I too
consider Radek incompetent.

I'll be depending on you to compensate.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- [Controller] Helicopter 1-0-2-5,

security clearing for
Major Harriman on main pad.

Helicopter 1-0-2-5,

security clearing for
Major Harriman on main pad.

(helicopter engine roaring)

(door closing)

- One of them is still alive.

- Ransom, the best in the
group. The most highly trained.

- Well, this Ransom's gonna
have to justify his position

in a zone so far away from our lines.

He's got 20 goddamned Vietnamese with him,

without any authority.

- I should think you're the one

who has to justify to Ransom.

- Major, I don't have to justify crap.

You see, Ransom's still under my command.

I could have him short for desertion.

How about a drink, Major?

- Don't underestimate the man, Colonel.

Ransom's no ordinary soldier.

He's a war machine and is on
the war path, and you know why.

- That's pretty frightening.

Do you think he can still
get to the rendezvous point?

We gave him 24 hours.

That place is just crawling with Vietcong.

- I wanna be there and
command the operation.

- All right Major,

you'll be in charge of
the helicopter squad.

And Major,

this Ransom, is he really that good?

- There's no one who can touch him

in your whole damned army.

- [Radek] Dismissed.

- [Harriman] No one.

(upbeat music)

- I gotcha!
- No, no, it's me.

American, will you take
me to America with you?

- This country's at war now.
I can't leave until it's over.

- I wanna come with
you when there's peace.

Father Francois told me
about a wonderful place

where Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck live.

- [Ransom] Disneyland.

- Father Francois told me

That to see it all it takes a whole month.

- It sure can.

They have popcorn and ice
cream growing on trees.

A kid can get all the ice
cream and candy he wants.

All secret whishes come true there.

Anything you want can be granted to you

by the Genie from the magic lamp.

I'm here to serve you, little master.

Command and I will obey. (laughs)

- American, take me with you please.

- Lao, go back to sleep. Hurry now.

- He promised me he
would take me to America

when the war's over.

- You heard what I said, Lao. It's late.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Lao.

(soft music)

- You give him false hope.
Lao is a very sensitive child.

This is not your war really.

After all, when the war is
finished you'll go away,

while we will have to
stay here, poor as before.

Maybe poorer. It's not
right to fool children.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- [Controller] Operation
Recoup, 30 seconds to take off.

Start Logan's identification.

- Logan Copter One ready.
- Copter Two ready.

- Copter Three ready.
- Copter Four ready.

- [Captain] Copter Five ready.

- [Controller] Logan Copter Six, come in.

- [Captain] Logan Copter
Six ready, sorry sir.

(birds singing)

- You two, scout. And don't get lost.

(guns firing)

Get down!

(guns firing)

I said get down!

(guns firing)

Damn, they'll get all of us now.

SAT Eagle, this is Strike One.
SAT Eagle, this is Strike One.

You're gonna have to
move up the rendezvous,

move up the rendezvous.

Move up the rendezvous. SAT Eagle, over.

- Major, we're picking
something up from Strike One.

Did you hear?

- Yeah, there's a lot
of interference though.

I think we better hurry
to the rendezvous point.

- Right on, sir.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- American, look, the river.
There are many of them.

They are the ones who shoot at us.

- I need some explosives.

- Give here, look.

I stole this when I was in
the French Army in 1955.

And that's not all, I stole
the captain's woman too.

Hot damn. (chuckles)

- You got any more of those?

Listen, you're gonna have
to hold them off, okay?

And double back to the village.

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna go down and try
to blow up that tugboat.

- But watch yourself though.

- I will.

- Come on, let's go. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- May God protect you.

- You too, Lao.

(child speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)

(Lao shrieking)

(both speaking in foreign language)

(pistol firing)
(man gasping)

(gun firing)
(man groaning)

(guns firing)

(grenade exploding)
(soldiers groaning)

(guns firing)

(grenade exploding)
(men groaning)

(gun firing)

(men speaking in foreign language)

(men laughing)

(guns firing)

- Bonjour.

(grenade exploding)
(men groaning)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)
(men groaning)

(upbeat music)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(boat engine roaring)

(grenades exploding)

- Those were my French hand grenades.

Yeah, that's the way to go.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- SAT Eagle here, SAT Eagle.

Got five minutes to rendezvous
with Strike Command.

Strike One should ease into point
five perfectly on schedule.

- Proceed to coordinates 26 and 58.

Pick up operation will be
in exactly seven minutes,

or all will be returned to base.

Just seven minutes.

- Hurry.

(all speaking in foreign language)

(birds singing)
(Le Duc sighing)

- [Lao] Mr. Le Duc, come.

(upbeat music)

(Le Duc groaning)

- Do you remember me, French one?

And now you can join your
friend, Father Francois.

(Le Duc choking)

- The jungle's full of
Vietcong. We can't stay here.

We're like easy targets.

- All right, then you've got
to get back to the village.

I'm gonna try and keep them on me,

and then head back to the rendezvous.

Choppers will be here soon,

and I'll go in the village to get
you. Now get outta here, move.

(upbeat music)

(ominous music)

- Hey, stop, we're tired, Cho-Li.

- So am I, so be good.

- When will Le Duc show up?

- When he chooses to. You know how he is.

Stop. We'll rest here for a while.

(soft music)

Look around. Eyes open.

- Eyes open for Le Duc?

- No, don't worry about him.

He knows how to keep himself safe.

- You are worried about
somebody though, aren't you?

- What do you mean?

- Don't play innocent with me.

I've seen you. How you
look at him and smile.

You've never smiled at anyone before.

Oh, you mean the American?

- He's big, strong, and brave.

He can be an ideal husband for you.

- Oh, really?
- And I have no objections, you know.

- I think you're sick in the head.

I have a brother who is completely crazy.

- Why don't you fall in love with the man?

I bet the only way is for you to propose.

- He's different from us.
- I don't mind.

- There are other ways of
the world for these things.

- Maybe he doesn't know how to.

Maybe in America it's the other way around.

- How do you mean?

- The woman tells the man,
"I like you. Shall we marry?"

And then he decides to say yes or no.

All you're doing is dreaming.
The truth is very different.

(guns firing)
(Lao groaning)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

- Colonel, Major Harriman's
arrived at the rendezvous point.

There's no sign of Ransom, sir.

There's signs of heavy
combat in the area though.

- Heavy combat in the area?
Get them back in there.

Listen you bunch of army
ants, this is Black Fox,

ordering all flying
locusts return to base.

Do you hear me? Return to base.

This is Black Fox. Retreat at once, over.

- Received, Black Fox.

To all locust units,
immediate return to base.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- This is SAT Eagle in Unit One.

We shall continue search for
Commando Mike Ransom, out.

- But, sir.

- You just follow my orders.

I'm your commanding officer
on this trip. Got it?

- Yes, sir.

- SAT Eagle. I'm ordering
you back to base, Harriman.

Do you hear me? Get your ass back to base!

- [Major] Can't make you out, Black Fox.

Too much interference.

Hope you can hear me, I'm
still looking for Mike Ransom.

Take care.

- That son of a bitch.

(upbeat music)

(birds singing)

(Jakoda roaring)

(upbeat music)

(soldier groaning)

(soldier choking)

(upbeat music)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(Jakoda speaking in foreign language)

(soldier groaning)

(guns firing)

(helicopter engine roaring)

(upbeat music)

(man groaning)

(gun firing)

- [Female Soldier] Hurry.

(grenade exploding)

- Up higher.

(upbeat music)

Come on.

(helicopter engine roaring)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(comm link beeping)

- [Major] SAT Eagle to Strike
One, can you hear me, Ransom?

Come in, come in.

- SAT Eagle, this is Strike One.

SAT Eagle, this is Strike One.

You're coming in loud and clear.

Repeat, you're coming in loud and clear.

- Ransom, you mother,
where the hell are you?

- [Ransom] I'm about two clicks east

from the rendezvous, Major.

The place is crawling with Charlies.

My only cover is beyond a rice field,

but I'd be a sitting duck if I crossed it.

- You'll have to make a run for it.

We can't pick you up in the jungle.

We can be there in less than
two minutes. Heads up, Ransom.

(upbeat music)

(soldier speaking in foreign language)

- Commander, heading in your direction.

Use mortars, use mortars.

(soldier speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(soldier speaking in foreign language)

(guns firing)

(bombs exploding)

- [Ransom] Shoot, you bastards, shoot!

(bombs exploding)

(Ransom screaming)

(helicopter engine roaring)

- Look there. It's Ransom.

Start heading down. Faster, down, down.

(guns firing)

Ransom, get your ass in here quick.

(guns firing)

Hurry.

We'll cover you, get in. Get in.

(helicopter engine roaring)

- [Drill Sergeant] Boy,
knees up. Knees up.

Stop swinging your butts.
You're soldiers, not hookers.

(car engine roaring)

- Ransom, don't do anything reckless.

Colonel Radek is now your
direct superior officer.

- That son of a bitch killed my buddies.

Then he pulled the
choppers from the village.

Those people saved my life.

I oughta bust his-

- Michael, you're a good soldier,

and I don't wanna see you get
shafted with a court martial

for some nervous outburst.

Come on.

- How did the press get in here?

- Did you ever try to keep them out, sir?

- [Press Man] There he
is, Sergeant Ransom.

(reporters chattering)

- Hey, you guys got the wrong man.

- Look over this way.
- Look up.

- Okay, but what's this all about?

- Well, your single handed
action in the rescue.

We heard you lost your complete squad.

Can you tell us something about it?

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Gentlemen of the press, I
present this brave soldier,

Sergeant Michael Ransom for a Silver Star.

One of the bravest men in my regimen.

And soldiers like him
can help us win this war.

Congratulations.

(upbeat music)

- Russian officers in Vietnam?

What're those fly faces doing here,

and where the hell are they?

- Here, more or less.

I think they have a base linked
to point seven of Saiyong.

- We need proof, Ransom. Without
proof we can't take action.

- I'll get you all the proof you want.

Just send me back in there with a squad.

- Not a squad. No helicopters.

Nothing, soldier. Let's
make that very clear.

- [Ransom] Then what is
it we can do, Colonel?

- Photographs of those Russian officers.

- All right, on the condition

that you liberate the
Vietnamese that saved me.

- You got four days, Ransom.
You're completely on your own.

Four days.

- The camera.

- There'll be no help from me, Ransom.

- I'm getting used to that.

(upbeat music)

(boat engine roaring)

(radio chattering)

(Radek exhaling)

(upbeat music)

(boat engine roaring)

- Just beyond that bridge.
- Okay.

(guns firing)
It's a trap, get down!

(guns firing)

(grenade exploding)

(upbeat music)

(water flowing)

(birds singing)

(soft music)

(Ransom sobbing)

- [Lao] American.

(Lao groaning)

American.

American. They came.

There were many of them.

There was a big man with a white woman.

They wore red stars. Jakoda was his name.

American, tell me about Disneyland.

- They got tons of popcorn there.

And all you gotta do is go
climb the tree to go eat it.

And there's cotton candy, mountains of it.

And chocolate milk, and malted...

And there's a genie, a magic genie.

And he can't wait to grant your wishes.

(Ransom sobbing)

Jakoda!

(upbeat music)

(birds singing)

(man groaning)

Bring me to Jakoda.

- Yeah, there Jakoda. Jakoda there.

(upbeat music)

Jakoda, Jakoda.

- Where?

- [Soldier] In there.

- Bullshit, there's nobody in there.

- Jakoda, over there. Over there.

Jakoda.

(upbeat music)

(soldier groaning)

(upbeat music)

(gun cocking)

- Jakoda!
(gun firing)

Jakoda!
(gun firing)

Jakoda!
(gun firing)

- [Jakoda] You looking for me, Americanski?

- Back off!

I'm full of plastique, and
I'll blow us all to hell.

You got to the count of five.

One, two, three, four, fi-

- You can start counting again,

but I will cut his throat
before you can throw the bomb.

- Throw it, man. Blow all these
bastards to freaking hell.

- Excellent, courageous.
The boy is a real hero.

Blow us all up. Be my
guest, Americanski. (laughs)

- I'm gonna kill you, Jakoda.

(water dripping)

Who else is here?

How many more prisoners are there?

- Jakoda, he killed the rest
of us. I'm the only one left.

And now I think I know
why they kept me alive.

It was because of you.

- Because of me?

- You're tough. Instead, I
was the first to give in.

Martin Boomer is Martin
the Fainthearted. A coward.

I tried to resist. I just
can't stand physical pain.

I never could.

I was always even afraid
to go to the dentist.

You understand?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- So that's why they put us together,

'cause we're opposites.

They figure I'll convince you.

- Convince me of what?

- Get them out.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Relax, rice ball, relax.

Damn, bitch.

(cell door closing)

(fire roaring)

- Well, Martin, how did you behave today?

Like a hero? Shame on you.

That's against your nature.
You shouldn't do that.

- Please, Jakoda. Just kill me.

Don't torture me again. Please.

- That's more like you, Martin.

But a little punishing will do you good.

- Leave him alone, you bastard.

- Don't be so impatient,
Ransom. Your turn will come.

Let's hear the daily broadcast.

And you listen close,
Ransom. Start reading, you.

(upbeat music)

Read.

- This is Private Martin Boomer.

I'm sure many of you American
service men out there

recognize my voice.

The voice of truth. Not that
of our imperialist rulers.

But soon another one of
our former fighting men,

known to all of you, shall take my place,

to remind you that we are
fighting a useless and unjust war.

Our country has sent us far away from home

to die in a battle that we can never win.

Lay down your arms, friends,
before it's too late.

The highly decorated
hero I now present to you

has already done so,
Sergeant Michael Ransom.

- They've taken him prisoner.

- Damn, they'll go to work
on him. Brainwash him.

It's gonna hurt morale
if they get him to sing.

This goddamned war gets worse and worse.

- We've got to do everything
we can to free him.

We can attack that base
he was talking about.

- Saiyong? It's pointless.

I've already sent a recon group in there.

They didn't spot a thing.
The enemy pulled back.

That Ransom was right.

Those goddamn Russians
are behind this whole deal.

Now they'll torture his ass,

he'll talk, and there'|| be more deserters.

- Ransom will stand up to
it, and you know he will.

He'd rather get killed than give in.

I admit Ransom's run out of luck, Colonel,

but it's worth a try.
Let me go look for him.

- He hasn't a chance in hell.

(Ransom groaning)
(electricity crackling)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

(Ransom grunting)

- [Jakoda] Ransom tell us what you know.

Talk, Ransom, talk. For
you long to do it, Ransom.

Ransom, Ransom.

(upbeat music)

(Martin whimpering)

(Ransom groaning)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

- Shit!

Sons of bitches.

(Jakoda groaning)

(upbeat music)

(water pouring)

(Ransom screaming)

(Ransom groaning)

- Damn. Okay, Martin.

- I made it. This time
I screwed him. Jakoda.

He said to read. I didn't read.

I didn´t read.

I'm now like you, aren't I?

- You're great, Martin.

- Honest?
- Yeah. A real hero.

You bastards! He´s dead!

You killed him! He´s dead!

- This isn't torture anymore, Jakoda.

You can't leave him in a
cell with a rotting corpse.

It´s inhuman.

- Ransom is strong. He
can take physical pain.

It´s the mental stress we are after.

With both, we will achieve our aim.

And we both have the same aim, don't we?

(birds singing)

(dramatic music)

(Ransom gagging)

- Oh, God, take him away!

(Ransom sobbing)

Take him away.

(soft music)

- I've convinced Jakoda
to leave you in my hands.

The war is over now. It's
only a matter of days.

Your voice on the radio

will only help to allow
your inevitable defeat.

And afterwards you will be free.

Do you understand you'll be free, Michael.

- American soldiers, I'm one of you.

My name is Michael Ransom.

I know the war isn't
going very well right now.

And so that's the reason
I'm telling you guys

to hang in there.
- Stop it.

And fight like hell!
- Get away from there.

- And show these bastards
who the hell we are.

(men groaning)

- Help, comrades.
- Shut up, you.

Come on, you're coming with me. Move.

(man groaning)

- [Olga] Stop! It will be worse for you.

(man screaming)

- For now it's worse for him. Move it.

- Wait.
- Wait for what?

- [Olga] You'll never get through.

(upbeat music)

(man groaning)

- Cut that out.

(both panting)

(gun firing)
(man groaning)

- Stop. I'm afraid.

-So am I.

(grenade exploding)

- [Olga] Stop it. Michael,
you're hurting me.

- [Michael] Good.

- Americanski bastard!

(boots clopping)

(upbeat music)

- No.
- Come on.

- Let go.
- Shut up and move.

(Olga groans)

(upbeat music)

- This way.

- They'll kill us both.
- Come on.

- No.
- Come on.

(guns firing)

(man screaming)

(Ransom screaming)

(soldier screaming)

- Over here. Hurry up!

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(fire roaring)

(speaking in foreign language)
- Bullshit.

(guns firing)
(Olga whimpering)

- Let's get out of here.

(Ransom screams)
(gun firing)

(man screaming)

- Hurry, hurry.

- Come on. Go, go, go.

Hurry!

(fuel exploding)

(Olga whimpering)

(upbeat music)

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Jesus. You scared the shit outta me.

(upbeat music)

- [Jakoda] Here.

- Get up. Get up, move.

- No, no.
- Relax.

The worst that can happen to you

is that you'll get shot by your own men.

(Ransom laughing)

How do you say goodbye in
Russian? Auf wiedersehen.

(upbeat music)

- We split up here.

- My squad, follow me.

(upbeat music)

(Olga muffling)

(Ransom shouting)

(man groaning)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(birds singing)

(soldiers shouting)

- Major, it's incredible.
Goddamn incredible.

Your boy, Ransom, made a clean getaway.

By God, we can be proud of him.

A true American hero.

And I'm personally gonna go out

and pick his ass up and congratulate him.

Soldier.

(car engine roaring)

- Are you hungry?

There's a lot of greens, if you like.

- What are you going to do with me?

- I don't know yet.

You're the living proof that
the Russians are in this area.

(branches snapping)
(Olga gasping)

(soldiers speaking in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(man groaning)

(guns firing)

(Ransom yelling)
(guns firing)

(helicopter engine roaring)

(upbeat music)

(Ransom yelling)

(gun firing)
(soldiers screaming)

They're closing in, and I gotta move out.

And that means you too.

So don't cry and don't shout, okay?

- Watch out.

(Ransom groans)

(upbeat music)

(helicopter engine roaring)

(insects chirping)

(Olga panting)

- I can't go any longer.

- Come on, it's just a little bit further.

I know you can do it, come on.

- No one's going to pick you up here.

- Colonel Radek is.

- He's going to kill you, he said.

- You're nuts.

- Radek killed your buddies.
Radek caused your capture.

We wanted a decorated soldier,
and he sacrificed you.

Who better than you?

- You're lying, you're
just making this up.

You just want me to let you go.

- Radek's working for the
KGB, you thickheaded hero.

(plane engine roaring)

- Come on.
- No.

- They're down there, Colonel. See them?

Right on schedule.

- [Radek] Go down.

Weapons ready, gunner?
- Yes, sir.

- Kill him. Eliminate him.
- Beg your pardon?

- I said shoot him!

(helicopter engine roaring)

(gun firing)

(Olga yelping)

(gun firing)

(helicopter engine roaring)
(guns firing)

- We've been hit. Pressure's going down.

- Turn this son of a bitch
around and head back. Move it.

(helicopter engine roaring)

(birds chirping)

(upbeat music)

(wind howling)

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Hi, Charlie.

(man groaning)

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)
(men groaning)

(upbeat music)

(both groaning)

-Ah, shut up!

(man groaning)

Our Father, who art in heaven-

(grenades exploding)

(birds chirping)

(rocket exploding)

(gun firing)
(soldier groaning)

- Not bad, Americanski,
but not good enough.

Come on, get up, and see what
you can do with your fists.

Just me and you, pussy cat.

(upbeat music)

Come on.

- Yeah.

(both grunting)

- Come on, hit me. Is that all you've got?

(both grunting)

Nice.

(both grunting)

I break your back.

(both screaming)

Hey, hero, remember
the Vietnamese village,

with that boy called Lao?

Nice boy, wasn't he?

That's why I decided to save him for last.

He had such fragile bones.

(Ransom yelling)

(fists thudding)

Americanski!
(water splashing)

(Ransom yells)

(alarm blaring)

(bombs exploding)

- [Lao] American, will you
take me to America with you?

I wanna come with you when there's peace.

Father Francois told me
about a wonderful place

where Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck live.

American, take me with you please.

(door opening)

- Radek! Radek!

(gun firing)
(Ransom screams)

You traitor! Radek!

(gun firing)

Come out, you traitor! Where are you!

- Ransom.

- Where is he?

- He's disappeared.

- He's our enemy. That
dirty dog's gotta pay.

- I know, but there's not a
damn thing we can do about it.

- The war is over, and Radek's fled.

- Where?
- No one knows where.

- I'm gonna get that son of a bitch.

I'm gonna kill him if it's
the last thing I ever do.

(door opening)

- At ease, Major. Take a seat.

I'll be with you in just a moment.

- Yes, sir.

- Now then, Major Harriman,
you said you had a problem.

- Radek. Washington must reach a decision.

- That seems to be an
obsession with you now.

It seems to be your sole purpose in life.

- True, but with justification.
- Oh?

That man has caused the
death of too many people.

He's ruined some of our finest officers,

with particular reference
to Michael Ransom,

who's also obsessed, as you would put it,

with killing Radek.

- Christ...

It looks like you've
lost your hold on the man.

Ransom is a very impulsive individual.

He could decide to open up
to the press. He just might.

- And he'd have good
reason. Radek's a traitor,

a spy for the KGB, and
you've protected him.

- And what would you have had us do then?

Tell the world

That one of our regimental
commanders in Vietnam,

highly decorated, two field promotions,

and a protege of politicians now in power,

is instead a Russian spy?

How can we career officers live with that?

I mean, for Ransom,

this is just another chapter in his life.

But for the rest of us,
the war is always on.

- Yeah. I know what war
you're talking about.

The war of bureaucrats.

The art of saving their asses
no matter what the cost.

If a head must roll, let it be Ransom.

Easily done. Accuse him of
being mad, or insubordinate.

- You had also accepted the
official version of the case,

concerning the hush on Radek's defection,

'cause we´re soldiers.

Ransom is a civilian.

- Actually, I'm in contact with him,

and have explained everything to him.

He understands.

But now, just like me, he's
awaiting a decision on Radek.

A final decision.

- I could create a lot of trouble for you,

but I too think it would be justice

to have Radek incriminated.

Plenty of things go wrong,

it'll always be the three
of us to fight back.

You, Ransom and me.

- Thank you, General.

- Oh, and Harriman, you
know this is a one man show.

- [Harriman] What does that mean?

- That Ransom will get no help.

It'll be at his own peril and risk.

So if he should die... Well, you understand.

- Perfectly, sir.

If he should die, no one
will weep at his grave.

(door opening)

(plane engine roaring)

(wind howling)

- [Announcer] Philippine Airlines

announces flight number 4-7-0
from this address to Honolulu.

Philippine airlines
announces flight 4-7-0-

(plane engine roaring)

- It's good to see you.
- Thanks. What's new?

- Not here, boy. Not here, let's go.

(bell chiming)

(people chattering)

(men speaking in foreign language)

- Where is he?

- Here in Manila.

He plays the business man,
import, export, the usual.

But the place is crawling
with Soviet agents.

(cocks cawing)

- [Ransom] Radek's a traitor.

Aren't they doing anything about it?

- [Major] We're in the
Philippines, not the U.S.

- [Ransom] Well, can't they extradite him?

- [Major] Oh Christ, the Russian embassy

would give him asylum in two minutes.

- [Ransom] Come on Major,
screw the Russians.

Let's get in there and pull him out.

- Hey, easy, easy, keep it down.

Now listen, Ransom, I can't
cover for you or protect you.

The war is over. So you're on your own.

(crowd chattering)

- It's not over for me yet.

I still got one more
bastard to get rid of.

Then I'll call it quits.

(upbeat music)

(typewriter keys clacking)

Mister Radek?

- I'm afraid he's very busy.
Who should I say is calling?

- Ransom. Michael Ransom.

- What did you put there?

- It's a bomb.

Don't worry, you got
around two minutes yet.

If you don't make too many vibrations.

(girl panting)

(grenade exploding)

- Go check that out. You too, go ahead.

(upbeat music)

(gun cocking)

- Yes, Michael Ransom.

I recognized him and he asked for you.

- Ransom.

(gun firing)
(man groaning)

- There are guns in there. Hurry, hurry.

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)

(men chattering)
(gun cocking)

- Go to the other side. Go on, go on.

(men chattering)

Where is he?

- Right here.

(gun firing)

- Come on guys, let's move it. Get him.

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)
(men groaning)

- Come get me, you son
of a bitch. Come on.

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)

(upbeat music)

(gun firing)
(man groaning)

(gun cocking)

Ransom!

(Ransom yelling)

(grenade exploding)

- Die, die!

(gun clattering)

(birds chirping)

- Americanski. You're going
to pay for what you did.

I'm going to kill you for this.

I've been waiting for
this moment, Americanski.

(Jakoda groans)

(both groaning)

- Ah, shut up.

(grenade exploding)

- [Jakoda] Americanski!

- These Russian dentists make
some pretty good dentures.

Goddamn. (laughs)

(upbeat music)

Any similarity between
persons living and dead,

especially dead, (laughs)
is purely accidental.

Yeah, very accidental. Like
one in a million, maybe.

(upbeat music)