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Kathy?
Kathy!
Now, gentlemen, this is the only one from which we could get a good dental
I must tell you, the other five were really in bad shape.
Ah, 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 the arm 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 proved that the other men were all
the ages of 19 and 25.
Thank you, Dr. Fielder.
Shall we continue in my office?
The data light is traced back to Sergeant W .M. Slater, a radio man, 5th
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 at
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
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 seven.
Good. It was a very successful business, but a horrible tragedy.
He just gave up on life.
Yeah, became a bum. Took to drinking after he was included.
It was a year ago. Should have been over by now.
Colonel Atkins over at Camp Thompson said he tried talking to him, but it was
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.
Michael, I'm scared. Maybe someone's seen you.
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 to do it down
the block. Okay, thank you.
Let's get out of here. All right.
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.
Lied.
Lied.
You didn't give a damn about us then.
Why now?
Your only concern is to find out who fucked up again.
Right, Stryker.
This investigation is of paramount importance.
Because of this investigation, we stumbled on the fact that Colonel
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.
Get them out.
But cowards like you just gave them up. They're dead.
You left them to die without even trying.
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.
Not another mistake.
But it's not for you, McCloud.
It's not for Uncle Sam.
It's for Harrison.
And the thousands like him who they left behind to die.
Simply calling them M .I .A.
The army has changed a lot since I've been in it.
Come on, come on.
Don't you still work here?
Give me a beer.
You American?
A G .I.? I'm not a G .I. anymore.
My father was a G .I. His name is Simon.
Nice name.
Maybe you know him.
Tony Regal from New York City.
Someday go to America, find him, and get rich.
All Americans are rich.
I'm not.
What's your name?
My buddies call me Straker.
Tell me, do you like me?
Go away, Yankee.
Find another whore.
Thank you.
. . . .
No problem.
You don't have to stick around.
But I want to see.
What the hell 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.
It is a game. Only problem is, I don't know who's playing.
You'll meet the squad later.
Robert Fowler, now head of CIA operations in Southeast Asia.
Is he setting up this mission?
Yes. What's wrong with Fowler?
Nothing. Is there something I shouldn't hear?
McCloud?
Trigger.
McCloud, 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.
Sergeant Booker.
Sir.
Hey, Booker. Hey, goddamn it, Straker. Where 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, Victor, Sergeant.
Communication and demolitions expert.
Varela, Deke, Medic.
Brown, Weapons Specialist and Language Master.
Pappas, Theo, Specialist Transportation, Armory.
Valeri, Antonio, Corporal, Torture Specialist, and General Badass. Sir.
Where's Jasper? He's off tying his shoes. Sir.
Smith the man, Sergeant.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
You expect me to play nursemaid to a bunch of cherries? They're about the
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 they're good.
The question is, are you still good enough to lead them?
You make 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 helicopter 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're located, you'll recon any MIAs or evidence of their demise.
Due to political considerations, you will take a strictly defensive posture
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 U .S.
military.
If you're captured, we don't know you.
You're just a bunch of mercenaries playing Rambo. Right, and we'll all go
Hollywood and tell their story with them.
No, you won't.
No one, I repeat, no one is ever to talk about this exercise.
Fly out here at 1800 hours tomorrow.
Wish you all the luck.
Anything else?
You will bring them all back to one.
Here's some black holes.
Don't spend it all in one place.
Cut the shit. The fun's over, guys. Now get me down.
Larry, 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, goddammit. So, Larry, pull the goddamn
Son of a bitch.
Over there.
Are you sure these are the right coordinates?
I've checked and I've 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're 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 a warning.
From who?
Thieves, I would know.
But thieves, I don't.
Oh, Jesus.
Don't touch him.
This whole place is a trap.
Move back. Be careful.
Is there another way there?
Yeah.
But... But what?
It's very dangerous.
Steve, take the men and follow Dow. I'll catch up.
We can't be found alive.
We can't leave it here.
I said move back.
I said move it. That's an order.
Make me, motherfucker!
Look, I don't like it either, but he knew the danger.
He's right. What about 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.
This thing was hanging out of my head.
Got in one crack.
Steve, put a splint on Jasper's leg. We don't have a lot of time.
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
Ugly motherfucker there.
Thank you.
Where are the others?
How far now?
About a day and foot.
But there is an Australian.
An Australian?
Yes.
In the Bukung Mountain.
He sit there after the war.
He has everything.
Woman.
Guns. Truck.
If you can pay the price.
Let's go. Let's go.
It's empty.
No.
They are watching.
Show me your weapons.
Follow me.
Yeah, straight to hell. Maybe hell is better.
Place your guns at your feet.
Don't feel right.
It's a little late for second opinion.
Oh, shit.
Keep cool.
We ain't looking for any trouble here.
Nobody does.
Just a little precaution.
You won't be needing them for dinner anyway.
Do we have a choice?
This shit's still alive.
Beats the hell out of sea rats.
Rats grow up.
What's that?
It's worms, you dumb shit.
For that money, you can have a tricycle without 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.
With the extra 500, I'm throwing the ammo.
When do we leave?
Garbage can.
That is what we 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.
Oh, God.
That's an exaggeration.
Is this the only way there?
Could have taken the freeway, but I thought you'd like the scenic route.
It's evil, this place.
Let's get this heap moving.
Tell me about it.
Come on, let's push it.
How far is the border?
About ten very nasty clicks.
Let's check it out.
Nothing there but a bunch of junk.
Leave it alone.
Why?
Hey, this is not my deal.
We need to move this bus or I'll turn him back.
Captain William Priest.
Look, hero, we should wait for daybreak.
You'll never make it on foot.
Besides, I'm not leaving my fuss behind.
That's right, Hogan. You can stay with us. Let's split up.
Everyone, keep your eyes peeled for anything that moves.
Pappus, Brown, Varela, come with me. Sal, take your men and wreak on the
perimeter.
I think I found it.
We found it!
I found it. You mean you fell in, shithead.
This was just dug up.
Something's wrong.
Where's Dow? He hasn't returned.
Has anyone seen Hogan?
I talked to him. He said everything is like Pinky Dye.
I don't know
Nice place. I got you, total asshole!
Get the fuck with me!
Welcome to Puterankam.
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.
I'll give you time to think, to find if your silence is worth the lives of your
man.
What was... What'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 I know who we are.
Let me get you home.
Don't worry about it.
Motherfucker.
You
see,
we can be brutal.
But we also reward our friends.
You tell me what I want, and I will let you all go free.
Is that a promise?
I promise I will kill you if you don't.
Go to hell, asshole.
He will die if you do not cooperate.
He's bluffing!
Okay, I'll talk.
No, an example should be made.
I would not want you to lie.
On second thought,
before wasting time with lies, I will give you the rest of the night.
Do it.
Shit they are here
Where
did
he go that way I'm tidy up
To me, strike it.
I'd be afraid.
Where are the others?
Where's Harrison?
But not for long.
What the fuck's happening?
We're getting out of here.
Time to die out of this rattle.
Not until we get those prisoners.
We need our transmitter.
And our hardware.
It's probably stuck in the ammo dump. We need a truck.
Step on it over there.
Abbott, Brown, go with Hogan and get a truck. Bring it around to the ammo hut.
Delary, cover.
I'll give you one tight one to figure out. It's a diversion.
Get the truck. Soleri, cover them.
Go!
around them in his petrol cans, we'd all be barbecued.
Let's go.
That's what I'm talking about.
Fuck!
We're getting out of here.
We're going home.
Jesus,
the cold.
That's why the other one didn't feel it.
It's leprosy.
Yeah, it's all right.
What's wrong with you?
Just getting into this shit's enough of a disease.
Nobody's going anywhere!
We're taking them out of here dead or diseased! Now get the others!
American than the others off the truck.
You heard him, medic.
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
worse disease.
Yeah, you would not... Hey, idea!
Acute ignorance, dumb shit!
Let's move it.
We're heading in the right direction.
How far is it to the pickup point?
Distance I'm not sure, but we have got to send out that signal within another
hour.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Pappas, you're the transportation specialist.
We're going to do a silent blitz on a train.
A train?
Deke, go with Pappas.
Saleri, I'll take care of the guards.
Just get them on the train. You got it.
Win,
win.
Two more people.
Okay, okay. One, two.
taking him so long.
Don't rush, man. I gotta figure out this freaking antique.
I can't read this shit.
It's all in Russian.
Where's the pressure, then?
You're the transportation expert.
Okay.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Larry, get the 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's deserted.
Maybe not.
The aerial map showed a beach at the back of a refinery where the Russian
stopped to bring supplies to the con.
Since they can't do Bangkok, this could be the place.
Leave them here. Come with me.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Phoenix, this is Operation Eightball. Do you read?
Phoenix,
this is Operation Eightball. Do you read?
Clearade Bull, establish your location and your status.
Location, recon point, on schedule, 700 hours. Status, alive.
Condition?
Leprosy.
Give us signal for the rescue operation.
I'll take it from here. This is not a military operation, remember?
Phoenix, do you read?
Come on, come on!
Good one, Stryker.
You know we can't take them home.
We've been trying to establish diplomatic relations with the Vietnamese
government.
I think that'll be accepted at home.
Not this time, you fucking stooge!
Pick them up and take them to the chopper, Fowler. Now!
Thank you.
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