Behind Enemy Lines Page #5

- Captain...

- We did nothing!

We did nothing.

We were right here.

We were right... F***!

What's that?

It's not safe here. We'll keep going.

No. You go.

They killed my pilot

because we took pictures of the graves.

And I know where they are.

And I'm gonna get 'em,

so he didn't die for no reason.

Don't follow me.

It's safer here.

Sh*t.

Goddamn. Why is this off?

Why is this off? Why is this...?

(bird squawking)

Come on.

Come on! Goddammit!

All right. OK. OK, come on. Come on.

Yeah! Yeah. Yeah.

(PA) For the information of all hands,

this ship will be relieved on station.

It will set course for home base,

effective 2300 this evening.

- Sir? Your presence is requested in the SCIF.

- All right, thank you.

(beeping)

It's the homing beacon, sir.

On the second ejection seat.

The only way to reactivate it

is from the seat, manually.

- How long has that been on?

- Seven minutes.

Sir, you've gotta be very familiar

with our systems to reactivate that beacon.

- That's Burnett.

- Sir, it could be a setup.

It's a radio transmission.

They are hearing the same music.

Sir, I agree.

Sir, we really should notify NATO command,

or at least contact Donnelly for clearance.

- Of course, that will take a lot of time.

- Tom, I get it. We wait, Burnett dies.

Piquet was very clear with his objections, sir.

- You will lose your command for this.

- So be it.

I'm not gonna let that kid die out there

while we sit around on this ship!

OK. All right. OK.

OK, all right.

Goddamn!

(explosion in distance)

Gentlemen,

I wanna make one thing clear before we leave.

I intend to put you in harm's way.

Any man who doesn't wish to join

this mission, step away right now.

All right, then.

Let's go get our boy back.

About two clicks up this valley,

we're gonna make a hard right.

(helicopters approaching)

(beeping)

(yells)

Argh!

Argh...

(rumbling)

(shouting in Serbo-Croatian)

(Reigart) There he is. There he is!

Come on! Come on!

Damn it! What the hell is he waiting for?

Come on!

Come on! Come on, kid!

It's too hot to set down.

We'll have to cover him aloft.

Goddammit!

Come on!

OK.

Go!

Captain, fast rope. Go get him.

Sir, he's on the rope.

- Sniper in the open.

- We'll take him.

Come on, son. Come on!

Go!

They got him! Pull up! Pull up!

Hey, Chris.

Hey, Glen.

Admiral.

This is why they killed Stackhouse.

Admiral?

You were holding a letter for me.

I'd like to get it back.

I think I can find it.

("The Rescue Blues" by Ryan Adams)

And everybody wants to see you suffer

They know that you need the pain so much

They throw you up a rope

when you're too high to cruise, baby...

Lord, you lose, lady

Then they charge you with the rescue blues

The rescue blues

And everybody wants to see you fall

That's why they always love

to get you high, high

And everybody knows

you need the pain so much, lady

Keep in touch, baby

Just don't charge me

with your rescue blues

Oh, oh

Rescue blues

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