Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

- Hey, little man.

You better eat more carrots.

You're working on the wrong heap.

That's my ship.

And if I don't get some work done on her pretty soon,

I'm gonna damage my gorgeous body.

- Hey, Midnight.

Be nice.

- He still wants to ride in the front of the bus.

Hey, Tiger.

Don't firewall it when you pull up, huh?

I ain't no miracle worker, see?

- [Tiger] Okay.

- I need new circuits.

I need new hydraulics.

- You'll get it when we get paid, okay?

- Get paid what?

How do I know what you and Son of Sambo over here are up to?

Nobody never tells me nothing.

- We just don't want you to worry.

It's not good for a man your age.

- Hey, Lenny.

Ignore him, ignore him.

You're witty, intelligent, and gorgeous.

And you know we couldn't do without you.

- You mean it?

- Oh, come on, Lenny.

Everyone knows you're the Dr. Spock of the runways.

- You Ivy League son of a bitch.

I'm gonna quit.

I'm through with you shits.

I quit.

- Oh, come on, sunshine.

Cheer up.

- Gentlemen, the madam has arrived.

- Hi, fellas.

How are you?

- Ronski, you're late and you're fatter.

What kept you?

- A couple of roadblocks.

Damn military's out in force all over the place,

but no problem.

Hey, what's with you fellas?

Unload.

- We risk our necks and his fat ass gets fatter.

- What did Midnight breakfast on today, Joe?

Snakes?

- Ronski, I've got something to tell you.

A few more trips and our little romance is over.

- Ah.

- You go your way and I go mine.

- Come on, Joe.

Use your head.

Who the hell's gonna employ you guys, Pan American?

You quit running guns and you and your Marx Brothers

will find yourselves flat on your backs.

Nah, forget it.

Take a look at what I got for ya.

Good, good.

It's brand new.

Top quality stuff, all of it.

Go on, Midnight.

Feast your eyes on these babies.

Eh?

What's more, there's eight magazines to each

and 10,000 rounds, okay?

- Mm-hmm.

Give me a hand.

Let's get the rest of this junk unloaded.

- [Ronski] Junk?

What's he talking about, Joe?

These are first-class weapons.

- Okay, Ronski.

But, these are the last two trips.

- How about when you get back we'll talk it over, all right?

Okay?

- Okay.

- All right, quickly.

I want you to head inline on 095.

Got that?

I want you to stay as close as you can to the trees

because their radar setup.

They've got those tracking trucks all over the place.

- All right, what about the field?

I mean, last time baby almost came apart.

- Twice as bad as this half-ass building I work at.

What can I say?

(laughs)

- All set.

I put the napalm in last

and set the radio to their frequency.

- You're beautiful.

- You think of everything, Lenny.

You're all right, old buddy.

- Amazed you listen and learn, spearchucker.

Four years in 'Nam and all you learned

to say at Charlie was, "How much, honey?"

- Come on, you two.

Don't tear each other's heads off while I'm away.

- Hey, keep your eyes open.

- Okay, three o'clock, huh?

- You got three hours.

- Right.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Come on, let's move, baby.

- Come on, you bum.

Wake up, wake up.

- God, you'd think he was pregnant.

Don't fret, little man.

Your superhero always gets the job done.

- What, are you jealous, Pearl?

- Nah.

- Then, who says he's my hero?

He busts my balls even worse than you do.

And stop calling me little man.

- Yeah.

(propellers humming)

(radio static)

(man on radio speaking foreign language)

- Come on, boys.

We're here.

- [Man] Hey, Joe.

Over here.

- [Joe] How are you, Kipson?

- Welcome.

It's hot, but it's real.

- Okay.

My partner will be bringing the medical supplies

on the next trip.

- Fine.

Only a few die from infection.

Without weapons, everybody dies.

- Yeah, that's if your beer doesn't get them first.

(helicopter whirring)

(guns firing)

(speaking foreign language)

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

Come on, give me a hand here!

(explosion booms)

Come on.

Come on, now.

(explosion booms) (yells)

Go, keep pushing!

(guns firing)

Ah, shit!

The tank.

Go on, keep pushing.

We gotta turn around.

Now push!

(guns firing)

(explosion booming)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(engine sputtering)

(explosion booming)

(speaking foreign language)

- Goddammit, she's leaking like a sieve.

(grunting)

Come on, baby.

Fly.

Come on.

(engine sputtering)

(water splashing)

(breathing heavily)

(dramatic music)

(grunts)

(gun firing)

(gasping)

(tense music)

(leaves rustling)

(grunts)

(water dripping)

(grunting)

Hey, King Kong.

Room service.

(man groans)

Hey, Kiangan.

Do you speak English?

Huh, a pilot, huh?

Maybe it was you that shot me down.

Well, no hard feelings.

You do your job, I do mine.

This is for both of us.

(coughing)

Hi, I'm an American pilot.

(grunting)

I was flying stuff into your people here

and your friend shot me down.

You understand me?

I mean, why else would I be in the jungle here, huh?

You don't believe me.

(gasps)

Hey, watch...

(grunts)

Hi.

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?

- What do you mean?

- Well, your face doesn't exactly fit.

- So, what's the problem?

You're telling me sex or your skin coloring

is gonna give you any help when the bullets hit?

So, shut up, okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

Have a nice day.

(subdued music)

(vocalizing horn)

(speaking foreign language)

- Can you give me a hand with this shirt, please?

Hey!

Hey, hey.

Go easy, Sabu.

This is be nice to America week.

I wish you'd stop pushing me.

(speaking foreign language)

- What's happening?

(speaking foreign language)

- So, this village could be a trap, huh?

- If you understand Cambodian, why ask me?

- I've seen this setup before.

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

(yells)

(explosion booms)

(guns firing)

(yells)

(yells)

(grunting)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(yelling)

(screams)

- [Man] Come on, come on.

(explosion booms)

Down there.

(explosions booming)

(all yell)

(guns firing)

(gun clicks)

(gun fires)

(man yells)

(laughing)

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

(gasping)

(gun fires)

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

(tense music)

- Let me see.

- It's nothing.

- Well, I'll have to clean it.

It'll get infected.

I'll go and look for some water.

- [Man] Yes, but we must go quickly.

- Ah, so you speak English?

- A little.

- This jungle is full of surprises.

(woman screams)

(tense music)

Go on, get out of here.

- I will check it out.

(grunting)

- Let's have a look.

(gasps)

What's this?

- What?

- The tiger.

- Oh, that.

That's a long story.

(footsteps approaching)

- The way is clear.

- Where to?

- We must find our people.

- Well, maybe he doesn't want to.

Maybe he'd rather head back to the sea.

- I'm easy.

- We'll get you over the border, but not now.

They're still looking for us.

- Well, maybe my people are looking for me, too.

- With a plane?

- [Man] You can go back to the coast if you want to.

- He would never get through on his own.

Don't forget he saved our lives.

We owe him something.

- Okay, let's go.

I found an old abandoned house.

(tense music)

(door creaks)

- Wait.

Okay.

Watch it.

(snake hissing) (screams)

(gun firing)

- [Man] Hey, look what I found.

- Do we stay here tonight?

- Yes.

Too dangerous to travel at night.

- Milk?

- It's on the house.

- Thanks, Datu.

Yuck.

Hasn't the bar got anything other than this?

- Just pretend it's a steak dinner.

It's all you're getting tonight.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Ronski] Well?

- [Lenny] Nothing.

- [Ronski] Got the black marvel?

- [Lenny] He says in two hours he takes off no matter what.

- Take off?

How the hell's he gonna find him in all this jungle?

No, I'm coming, too.

- The cholesterol gone to your brain?

You tired of living or what?

Hmm?

You're nuts.

- Don't think I'm looking forward to it, Lenny.

The truth is I'm absolutely shit scared.

We can't afford to lose a pilot as hot as Tiger.

- Come on.

Since when have you began caring

about anything except money?

- Without my cash you guys wouldn't have

a pot to pee in, Lenny dear.

Yet, yours truly is the pig, hmm?

- Midnight will be pissed.

You'll only get in the way.

- So what?

Screw Midnight.

You see, I've heard through the grapevine

there's a new man leading the guerrillas now.

I want to find him and talk about making us a new deal.

(footsteps approaching)

- Joe, I wanted to thank you.

- What for?

- For saving Kia.

- Where is she?

- Around somewhere.

She found some old things and she's playing.

- Playing?

- Playing.

I'll take the watch now.

(subdued music)

- [Joe] Well, well, well.

What a surprise.

Going to a fancy dress ball?

- I wonder who it belonged to?

Whoever it was,

she probably couldn't take the life out here.

- Not like you, huh?

- Are you saying or asking?

- I almost didn't recognize you without your hummer.

- Maybe I was wrong in taking it off.

My father was a doctor, more like a missionary,

helping these poor people.

Fighting alone for their country against endless invasions.

One day they came and took him away

to cure a Khmer Rouge leader.

He never came back.

I was left with Datu's parents.

They used to work for us.

The last time I saw them they were lying there dead.

Shot by the people we saw today in the shack.

I was raised with Datu in a country which has not known

one day of peace ever since I can remember.

- What about Datu?

He your boyfriend?

- Datu was my best playmate.

When you grow up together

love is sharing your entire existence.

- Well, you're quite a special lady.

I admire you for your courage.

But, how much longer do you think you can keep all this up?

(engine sputtering)

- Be cool, fat man.

And don't shit on yourself.

But whatever you do, don't rock the boat.

(propellers humming)

- Datu!

Datu, what are you doing?

(grunting)

Datu, no!

Help him!

(gasping)

Watch out!

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

- Don't shoot!

Shit!

- Hurry up!

- You missed!

(guns firing)

You two go ahead.

- All right.

(guns firing)

(gun firing)

(tense music)

(branch snaps)

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing) (man yells)

(guns firing)

- Go behind me, quickly.

(Kia screaming)

(gun firing)

(grunting)

(gun fires)

(grunting)

(gasping)

(footsteps approaching)

(grunting)

- Datu!

(guns firing)

(tense music)

(snake hissing)

(footsteps tapping)

(snake hissing)

(gun firing)

(punches thudding)

(grunting)

(gun firing)

(gasping)

Datu!

Datu.

Datu.

(subdued music)

Datu.

It's my fault.

Didn't die because of your country.

He died because of me.

I was the one who wanted to fight, not you.

And you believed all my stupid talk.

(propellers humming)

- Midnight, who's the bum who gave you a license?

We're all over the lousy sky.

I'm feeling sick as a dog.

Try and keep us steady.

Look, please, Midnight.

Go on, he'll listen to you, Lenny.

What more can we do?

We've been flying two hours.

We're over the jungle, not Central Park.

Who does he think he is?

- Can it!

- Hold your water, fatso.

You think we'll find 'em, too.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be so pissed off.

What did I tell ya?

We found the SOB.

What did I tell ya?

- It's worse for those who have to live on.

- Yep.

Mind you, I'd have to hear that from a dead man.

(propellers humming)

Hey.

You black son of a gun.

Hey!

Hey!

- Look there.

- Do it, Midnight.

Do it.

Come on.

- Hang on, tub-of-lard.

He's gonna swoop like an eagle.

- Hold on, Ronski.

(both laugh)

You know this Polish sausage is now seeing

what the shit money he pays us is for.

- Midnight, please get us up higher.

They could put us down with a pea shooter.

- Who knows evil lurks within the hearts of men?

The Shadow do. (laughs)

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

- Shit.

(engine sputtering)

- Oh, my god.

That looks like they're shooting at a base.

Know where it's located?

- Yes, of course.

- Well, we need to quick give 'em a hand.

- That's some pea shooter they got.

- Please, dear God.

Please, God.

- [Midnight] Hold tight, we're going in!

- The tree!

- [Midnight] Shit, no time to move!

(all yelling)

- He crashed.

Come on, come on.

- Landed.

Hey, we're down.

Let's get out of here.

(speaking foreign language)

(grunting)

- [Lenny] What are you waiting for, Midnight,

a round of applause?

- Come on, move your fat ass.

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

Ronski, stay down!

Stay down!

- I surrender.

You hear me?

I surrender.

I'll pay you, just don't kill me.

- What the hell are those dang gooks doing?

- Please, don't shoot.

I surrender, okay?

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

- Holy shit.

It's Tiger.

(growls)

- It's Joe!

- Come on, move!

- Ronski, it's Joe!

It's Joe, come on!

- [Midnight] Shit, we came to save your ass.

You end up saving ours.

Come on, fatso.

Step lively.

- Joe.

- Come on, we can't hang around here.

Wait for us in the trees.

Come on.

Ronski, what the hell are you doing here?

- I have no idea.

All I know is I wish I wasn't.

- It'll be all right.

Go on.

- Who's that?

- It's a girl.

- I might just have to see her in the locker room

to believe that.

Back there I thought she was Burt Reynolds.

Much obliged, ma'am.

Shit, a bunch of tough 'Nam vets about to get

their asses busted and we get rescued by a lady.

Goddamn.

- Hey, come on, Lenny.

Keep moving, will ya?

Keep your eyes open.

There'll be other gooks around here.

Okay, come on.

Take cover, take cover!

Come on, quick!

(engines revving)

What the?

(speaking foreign language)

(footsteps tapping)

(wood creaking)

Stay.

(wood creaking)

All right, come on.

Let's go, folks.

- Hoowee.

20 ton trucks in the jungle.

Conflict's escalating.

- Look.

That means a tiger's mouth.

- [Joe] Can you read it?

- Yes.

It's that way.

- [Ronski] What is it, are we in danger?

- [Lenny] No, it's a food and arms store.

That way they can eat and reequip

without going back to base.

- You hear that, fat man?

They're so concerned with ripping each other's guts out,

they don't even have time to take a break.

- Gotta keep the body count average up, don't they, man?

- With any luck we'll run into my group.

If not, at least we can pick up something to keep going.

- Hold it.

Shh, shh.

Okay, come on.

(men speaking foreign language)

- Don't be afraid.

It's all right, we're friends.

Where do you come from?

- We came from the village of Pingmam.

Burned, all burned.

Everything.

The harvest as well.

Normally, we would not take from a tiger's mouth,

but now we have no food.

And the children, they are very hungry.

- [Kia] When did it happen?

- [Man] Three days ago.

We bury our dead and then I remember this tiger's mouth.

- [Kia] What about the soldiers who destroyed your village?

Where are they?

- I don't know.

They're gone now.

- You can take everything you want.

(speaking foreign language)

- Your propaganda stuff didn't work, huh sweet lady?

- Leave me alone.

- Cut it out, Midnight.

Let's go.

- The munitions are still here.

- Joe, I must put something in my poor tummy

or I'll starve to death.

I've got to eat something.

- Well, then ribs and boiled rice will do.

- That's better than nothing, darling.

(Joe laughs)

- Hey, Midnight.

- What is it, little man?

- [Lenny] Get over here.

- What did you find, a steak dinner?

- Look at these goodies here.

- [Midnight] Ah, brother.

Just what the doctor ordered.

We can start a nice ride and watch with this lot.

- Look at these.

(whistles)

Certified alcohol content 80%.

Sure is better than river water, huh?

- Just what I need.

- Wee!

Go easy, though.

That's real rot gut.

- Dragon fire.

This'll put hair on your dipstick.

Yes.

- Look at fat ass over there.

All he cares about is a roof over his head and a full belly.

He doesn't give a damn about the people dying around us.

- How can you say such a thing, Midnight?

You know they'd hate to live under commie rule,

so they got to fight and naturally need guns to fight with.

I've been supplying all their arms for four years,

so of course I care.

- Bullshit.

The only thing you've ever cared about is getting rich

and shoving food into your belly.

- Now, you're getting personal.

If you want to discuss things,

you should really learn to discuss things properly.

Come on, be realistic, Lenny.

Water's become one of man's natural stakes

and the war needs guns.

So, there's a demand which I'm supplying.

And if I didn't, somebody else would.

And besides, you're actually running the guns in

which makes you worse than me.

- Listen, sure we run 'em in,

but that's because we believe in this country's cause.

We're fighting to end a war, not make a lot of money.

It's parasites like you that create hostilities

and then keep 'em going just for the money

and that's different.

- Hey, can it.

I hear enough talk like that from that president we got.

Now, we got a long way to go and a short time to get there.

So, why don't you lay down and get some sleep?

I think everybody could use some sleep.

(gun cocks)

- [Joe] Huh?

- Mm-mm.

I'm so tired.

Tired of the killing.

Maybe we're all insane.

- It's not insanity that's killing the world.

It's causes, huh?

- You don't believe in anything, do you?

- I believed I was on the side of right.

Right and wrong.

It's all a load of bullshit.

- Why do you say that?

Are you afraid to take a stand even for yourself?

- I'm a realist.

I look at life straight in the eye.

Now, take your cause, your war, for example.

You're killing your enemies all right,

but you're also killing the people you're working for

and the people in between.

Always killing.

Come on, what part of the world

are you really trying to save?

- Well, I...

- Uh-uh.

Come on.

Enough, huh?

Let's try and get some sleep, huh?

(subdued music)

- Where the hell is he going?

- Well, you can bet he's not going jogging, my friend.

- Mm, that's good.

(helicopter whirring)

(guns firing)

(people shouting)

- Hey, come on!

Wake up, you guys!

- [Lenny] Whose choppers?

- Come on!

(guns firing)

(yells)

- Hell, Ronski bought it.

We got trouble.

(guns firing)

- They've brought in a flamethrower.

(guns firing)

The only hope we've got is back inside.

(flames roaring)

- [Kia] Quick, there's a tunnel with a better exit.

- Get up and go, lady, or they'll burn your ass.

- [Joe] Come on, come on!

(explosion booming)

(yelling)

- Look, there's a hole over there.

(Kia coughing)

(helicopters whirring)

- Holy Moses.

Those mothers sure know how to set up a meat market.

Little man, they're gone.

Little man!

(grunting)

- Take it easy, Lenny.

We'll have you fixed up in a minute.

- [Midnight] Okay, little man.

Let's get you out of here.

(gasping)

- Hold on, Midnight.

I'll give you a hand.

- [Midnight] I can manage.

- [Joe] Put him up against the rocks.

- [Midnight] Just another few inches.

That's it, little man.

- [Lenny] Oh, mother.

I never saw it so close up before.

- [Joe] What's that, buddy?

- War.

Freaking goddamn war.

Forget it, boys.

I've shot my wad.

- Hey now.

Come on, little man.

You're gonna be fine.

- [Lenny] No, I'm finished.

- You can't die yet, Lenny.

You're not gonna let them cheat you

out of your social security, are you?

- Midnight.

- Yeah, listen.

You know we can't fly anywhere without our ace mechanic.

- Well, you'll just have to make out without the little man.

- [Midnight] No way, my friend.

No way.

- The morphine's taking effect.

At least he will suffer less.

- Well, you think he's gonna live?

- If you believe in miracles then you'd better hope for one.

(tense music)

- Sweetly, how can I believe in miracles in this shit hole?

(grunting)

Hey, don't give him no more of that stuff.

He needs real medicine.

You're gonna put him in the hospital.

Leave him alone.

- It's 20 miles to the nearest village with a hospital.

- [Joe] We'll never make it like this.

- [Midnight] Okay, I'll carry him.

Come on, little man.

- Be realistic, Midnight.

He's as good as dead.

- He's not dead!

Do you know why he's here?

He didn't want to come!

He risked his ass for you and all you

and that bitch can do is shoot him with morphine!

(yells)

(roaring)

(guns firing)

(roaring)

- That cat's still around here.

- Tiger smells the blood.

- Don't you worry none about the tiger.

I got something for the tiger.

(roaring)

- Where are you?

- Right here, little man.

Rest up now.

- What the hell are we doing in this hole?

- Resting.

Now, you all right?

- A clean death after a filthy life.

- [Midnight] No, man.

- [Lenny] Nice, clean water.

- [Midnight] No way, man.

- [Lenny] Right, Midnight?

- Nah, you hear me?

No, you're gonna be all right.

You'll be all right.

Don't die, okay?

Will you be all right?

- Sure, Midnight.

- Little man!

Please, don't die!

Don't die!

- I'm sorry, buddy.

- Don't die, little man!

Please, don't die!

- He's losing too much blood.

He'll kill him that way.

- Does it make any difference?

In the condition he's in.

- You love your friends, don't you?

Were you all in the war together?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Ah, I got to you, didn't I?

I stuck a pin in your humanity.

- I'll be more careful in the future.

- This war kills everything, even feelings.

- Yep.

Like your friend Dotu, huh?

- Let's just drop the whole thing.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- [Midnight] Hey, what are you doing, little man?

No.

No way.

- The boys are waiting for me.

Lot of planes up there, Midnight.

Big place.

(crying)

- Come on, little man.

Don't leave.

- Have to, Midnight.

- Come on, little man.

You'll make it.

Try.

- Help me, Midnight.

Gun.

- No way, little man.

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(grunting)

(punches thudding)

- [Kia] Stop it!

Stop it!

(punches thudding)

- Hold it, Midnight.

- No!

(roaring)

(gasping)

- Okay, okay.

(gun fires)

- [Man] Hey, Kia!

(speaking foreign language)

- Who are they?

- They're friends.

They saved our lives.

- Speak for yourself, white lady.

Whose lives?

- Hello, Kia.

(speaking foreign language)

- Come on.

Everything's all right.

- Don't fail me now, sweet lady.

What part of the group is this?

- [Kia] The same one.

They're looking after some refugees.

Young ones to get them across the border to safety.

- [Midnight] Thanks.

(people chattering)

- Joe, let's stock up on ammunition while we can.

- So, they're all going across the border?

Well, I ain't gonna stick around.

What about this picnic here?

- Young sent a patrol ahead earlier.

We won't move out until the trail is clear.

- Oh, what does this little one want?

You want some candy?

I wasn't hungry anyhow, okay?

You take it.

- I needed that.

Now, what I don't need is some little lady

to tell me what I should and shouldn't do.

Ah, you're all the same.

And you're no better than the rest.

Oh, you act cute,

but when it comes to breaking my balls you're the best.

And another thing, you think you got me sewn up

in that little medical kit of yours.

I got news for you.

I just chewed my way out of the other end.

So, you can just forget it.

- Don't let him get you down, sweet lady.

You don't even know him.

Takes a long time to get to know him.

Took me and Lenny 15 years.

But, if you want to hear about it, I'll tell you.

Well, you see, lady.

Went to 'Nam together four, five years.

Even though we had our share of fun,

we saw our share of dead bodies.

Coming and going.

Except Joe.

He was our squadron captain.

It took a heavy toll on Joe, you know?

He'd come back to the base, find his best friends gone.

Some of them dead,

some of them falling down at him feet as crazy as loons.

Sooner or later, Joe he never boozed,

but sending out guys to die finally got to him.

And one day he just really got boozed up real bad

and from then on every time he lost a man,

he'd get boozed up.

And he and Lenny, you know, believe it or not,

were the best of friends.

Closer than brothers.

And Lenny would be hurt if Joe didn't have a drink on him.

And me?

Well, I'm just old Midnight.

- Hey.

Hey!

Wake up.

Do you know anything about plastic explosives, my friend?

- Sounds like a big question.

Why?

- I lost my demolition expert in a firefight the other day

and I need someone who knows how to set charges

to bring down a bridge.

- Bridges are usually heavily guarded.

You need a specialist on this.

- What's going on?

- Of course, this is not your country.

- Right.

And the only types of plastics I like to handle

are model boats.

(subdued music)

- What the hell's going on around here?

- Don't laugh, Joe.

You're sitting on 15 pounds of plastic explosive.

- On what?

That's not funny.

- [Midnight] I told you not to laugh.

- I'm not laughing, you son of a bitch.

Hey, hey!

Paddle gently.

I've got a hangover.

- They need help.

They need someone to blow up a bridge.

A specialist.

Be grateful.

- Grateful?

What do you mean grateful?

- Grateful to me.

I got you the gig.

- I'll get even with you if I ever

come out of this one alive.

Jesus.

- You see what happens when you get drunk?

You better lay off the bottle. (laughs)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

- Hey, man.

Move it.

(train whistle blowing)

Come on.

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

(man yells)

(yelling)

- This way, Tiger.

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

(explosions booming)

- Let's go.

(people chattering)

(subdued music)

- Hey, sweet lady.

Here we are.

- [Young] That is a good man you have there, Kia.

Hold him.

- Romeo and Juliet of the jungle.

(laughing)

Don't you wet on me, okay?

All right?

- Rough, isn't it?

- No rougher than playing ball with the Bills.

Look, you can tell by this outfit that I'm here by accident.

What makes you do this?

- These are farmer's hands.

But, you know why I fight?

For 30 years the foreigners have come to tell me

a lot of things that I don't understand.

And all I want is to live, to grow my rice,

and to see a child smile.

- Hey, you can play on my team, buddy.

- The coast isn't far now.

You can get past the border in a few hours by boat.

- You're not coming?

- They need me here.

- So do I.

Feel like taking a risk?

- I'd like to try.

- Good.

Come on, quite a few steps.

Look, we're there.

- Ah, you did what I told you not to do.

- Look, Midnight.

The big sea.

- Yeah.

(people chattering)

All right, sweetie.

Run along with the others and take a look at the ocean.

(explosion booms)

(gun firing)

(speaking foreign language)

- Not the kids!

They're shooting at the kids!

- [Young] It's too late, Midnight.

Take cover.

- Come on, get back!

Come on, get going.

Get back.

(speaking foreign language)

- Here, you'll have to take the villagers over the border

through the Kudun pass.

You know, the trail.

- But, Young.

- That's an order.

We'll buy you as much time as we can.

Now, get going.

- Yes, sir.

(subdued music)

Go on, go on!

Into the jungle!

Go on!

Come on!

Over there!

Go on, come on!

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

(yells)

(guns firing)

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Friend, I've already thought of it.

- Let's go.

(guns firing)

- Hell, who told you I could swim?

- Lenny said you can do anything.

- Well, I guess the cargo business is gonna go bankrupt.

- Well, it's been nice knowing you, Orville.

- I didn't know you cared.

- I don't.

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

(yelling)

- We need about five miracles

and I think we can take the boat over.

- Okay.

Tiger, be good to us.

(grunts)

(guns firing)

(all yell)

(explosion booms)

(engine humming)

(gun firing)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(guns firing)

- Bullseye!

A little more to the right and I'll visit the lady.

(laughing)

(explosion booms)

Shit, my knee.

- Get some more ammunition, will ya?

Come on, will ya?

Hurry, move fast.

You're hit.

- No shit.

- It's only blood.

Come on.

(grunting)

Midnight!

Midnight!

(explosion booms)

Get me out of here, will ya?

- In the state I'm in, buddy?

That's asking for a miracle.

I'm mean as a kitten.

- Well, give it a try, will ya?

- Sure thing, buddy.

Hey, remember that old backdoor trick?

- [Joe] Yeah, let's do it.

- All right, ready?

- Do it.

(grunting)

Let's go.

We've got about a minute before she blows.

Come on.

- Say hello.

- Oh, come on, Midnight.

We've gotta get off this thing.

It's gonna blow.

Come on!

- To the sweet lady, okay?

- What are you talking about?

Midnight!

(explosion booming)

(tense music)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Young] Joe.

(speaking foreign language)

- Nice work, Tiger.

- Yeah.

Nice work.

Causes.

Goddamn causes.

It's time to go home.

(people chattering)

(speaking foreign language)

(boat whistle blowing)

(subdued music)

(both laugh)