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- The wire is too dense. Yeah.

- Get down.

- That was close.

- Relax, it's time.

- 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.

- 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.

- Just say the word, sir.

- Four minutes yet, sir.

- Yeah.

He's cheating.

- 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.

- Hold on, you.

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

Hit it.

- What happened, Mike?

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

Sambello! Dirty sons of bitches!

Shit!

- Oh God. They're all dead.

- That's the risk they ran.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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?

Where did you pick him up?

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.

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

- He's American.

- American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

- Go to him.

- American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

- You are American. You are our master.

Kill him.

Listen to me. Kill him.

- Stop it.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- 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.

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

All right, keep moving, keep moving.

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

- I don't see anybody.
- What?

- American. Look a radio.

If it works you can contact your people.

If it works, you're very lucky.

- They're almost indestructible.

- You look
like a bunch of ruptured ducks.

Move it, Private.

- 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.

- Answer, God dammit.

- 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.

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

- The rest of Strike
Command demands vengeance.

Sarafinnian, Sambello, Kain, Dirty.

- What the hell you saying, Ransom?

- They all demand justice.

- Requesting security clearance

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

- 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 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.

- 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.

- Dismissed.

- No one.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Operation
Recoup, 30 seconds to take off.

Start Logan's identification.

- Logan Copter One ready.
- Copter Two ready.

- Copter Three ready.
- Copter Four ready.

- Copter Five ready.

- Logan Copter Six, come in.

- Logan Copter
Six ready, sorry sir.

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

Get down!

I said get down!

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Bonjour.

- Those were my French hand grenades.

Yeah, that's the way to go.

- 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.

- Mr. Le Duc, come.

- Do you remember me, French one?

And now you can join your
friend, Father Francois.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- 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!

- 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.

- Hurry.

- Up higher.

Come on.

- 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?

- 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.

- Commander, heading in your direction.

Use mortars, use mortars.

- Shoot, you bastards, shoot!

- Look there. It's Ransom.

Start heading down. Faster, down, down.

Ransom, get your ass in here quick.

Hurry.

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

- Boy,
knees up. Knees up.

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

- 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?

- There he
is, Sergeant Ransom.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Just beyond that bridge.
- Okay.

It's a trap, get down!

- American.

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.

Jakoda!

Bring me to Jakoda.

- Yeah, there Jakoda. Jakoda there.

Jakoda, Jakoda.

- Where?

- In there.

- Bullshit, there's nobody in there.

- Jakoda, over there. Over there.

Jakoda.

- Jakoda!

Jakoda!

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.

- I'm gonna kill you, Jakoda.

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.

- 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.

- Relax, rice ball, relax.

Damn, bitch.

- 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.

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 tell us what you know.

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

Ransom, Ransom.

- Shit!

Sons of bitches.

- 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?

- Oh, God, take him away!

Take him away.

- 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.

- Help, comrades.
- Shut up, you.

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

- Stop! It will be worse for you.

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

- Wait.
- Wait for what?

- You'll never get through.

- Cut that out.

- Stop. I'm afraid.

-So am I.

- Stop it. Michael,
you're hurting me.

- Good.

- Americanski bastard!

- No.
- Come on.

- Let go.
- Shut up and move.

- This way.

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

- No.
- Come on.

- Over here. Hurry up!

- Bullshit.

- Let's get out of here.

- Hurry, hurry.

- Come on. Go, go, go.

Hurry!

- Jesus. You scared the shit outta me.

- 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.

How do you say goodbye in
Russian? Auf wiedersehen.

- We split up here.

- My squad, follow me.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

- 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.

- Come on.
- No.

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

Right on schedule.

- Go down.

Weapons ready, gunner?
- Yes, sir.

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

- I said shoot him!

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

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

- Hi, Charlie.

-Ah, shut up!

Our Father, who art in heaven-

- 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.

Come on.

- Yeah.

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

Nice.

I break your back.

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.

Americanski!

- 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.

- Radek! Radek!

You traitor! Radek!

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.

- 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.

- 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.

- Philippine Airlines

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

Philippine airlines
announces flight 4-7-0-

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

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

- Where is he?

- Here in Manila.

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

But the place is crawling
with Soviet agents.

- Radek's a traitor.

Aren't they doing anything about it?

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

- Well, can't they extradite him?

- Oh Christ, the Russian embassy

would give him asylum in two minutes.

- 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.

- It's not over for me yet.

I still got one more
bastard to get rid of.

Then I'll call it quits.

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.

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

- Yes, Michael Ransom.

I recognized him and he asked for you.

- Ransom.

- There are guns in there. Hurry, hurry.

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

Where is he?

- Right here.

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

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

Ransom!

- Die, die!

- 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.

- Ah, shut up.

- Americanski!!!

- These Russian dentists make
some pretty good dentures.

Goddamn.

Any similarity between
persons living and dead,

especially dead,
is purely accidental.

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