First Blood

Excuse me, can you tell me

if Delmare Berry lives here?

He's not here.

Go in.

He's a friend of mine, he wrote

the address for me himself.

In here.

See? That's Delmare's handwriting.

This place is hard to find.

That's his writing.

- Yes, we're friends.

I'm John Rambo.

We were together in Vietnam.

Maybe he mentioned me.

I'Ve got a photo of us both.

Somewhere.

All this junk in my pocket!

Here... here it is.

That's me, that's Danforth,

Westmore, Bronson, Ortega,

and at the back is Delmare.

He had to stand at the back,

or he'd haVe filled the whole picture.

- Delmare's gone.

When's he coming back?

- He died.

What?

He died last summer.

How?

Cancer.

Must haVe got it in Vietnam.

From the orange stuff

they sprayed around there.

He weighed nothing at the end,

I could lift him out of bed like that!

I'm real sorry.

Morning Amy! How are you, girls?

- Fine, thanks. - Everything OK?

Andy!

- Hi, Will!

Morning, Dave. - Hi, Sheriff.

- Gonna take a bath this week?

Morning!

You're visiting someone here?

No.

With the flag on your jacket

And the way you look

You're heading for trouble here, buddy.

Are you going north or south?

- North.

Jump in, I'll show you the way.

Where are you heading?

- Portland.

But Portland's in the south.

Can I eat here some place?

Is there any law against me eating here?

- Yeah, my law.

Why are you pushing me?

What did you say?

I didn't do anything.

First of all,

I ask the questions here, OK?

And second:
We don't want people

like you here in our town.

Drifters.

Before you know it there's a whole pile

of people like you. That's why!

Besides, you wouldn't like it here,

it's a quiet place.

Some would even call it boring.

But we like it that way.

I get paid to keep it like that.

Boring.

Straight on for Portland.

Want some friendly advice?

Get your hair cut and take a bath.

Then you'll avoid trouble.

Hope the ride helped you out.

HaVe a nice day!

Where the hell are you going?

I'm talking to you, goddammit!

Show me your I.D.!

You're under arrest!

Hands on the car.

Hands on the car, legs apart!

I said hands on the car!

It's up to you how you do it!

Legs back.

Back!

You try to be nice!

So what have we got here?

What d'you want with a knife like this?

- For hunting.

Smartass! What d'you hunt with a knife?

- Everything.

Hey, Will.

- Lester.

Let us in.

- Apropos scum of the earth!

Just a smartass and drifter.

Morning, Arthur.

- Morning, Will. What you got there?

Booked for Vagrancy, resisting arrest

and concealing a weapon.

He says he hunts with it.

- What d'you hunt? Elephants?

And clean him up a little.

He stinks like an animal!

Hey, Mitch.

Take the young man downstairs.

- Sure, Mr. Galt. This way, buddy.

OK, in here.

Old Leroy takes 10 years to paint

this hall! - Do it yourself!

Come on, Leroy, throw the paint on!

- Mr. Ward,

Take these.

- Thanks.

Name?

Your name

If you're looking for trouble

you're in the right place!

Wait.

I'll break your head!

He means it.

Yeah, I do.

What d'you say, the guy's a soldier!

Rambo.

John J.?

You're gonna talk.

I swear, soldier.

I don't think I like you.

Not at all!

I'll check his details,

Run his name oVer the telex.

Now roll it oVer there.

Roll it oVer!

Press it on. - Not like that,

it'll smear. Roll it oVer!

Put your hand on there, a**hole,

or I'll break it off!

Put it on there, dammit!

- What the hell's going on down here?

Everything under control.

He won't haVe his fingerprints taken.

LeaVe the ink on!

What's your problem?

Looks like you're going to jail

for 90 days!

With a fine of 250 dollars

that I guess you can't pay!

Tomorrow at 10 you're seeing the judge

And you think we're tough!

We'll make you more presentable

for your court appearance.

Till then you can impress me

by doing what you're told.

Clean him up.

Preston, go over there

and hold the hose ready, OK?

Sh*t, take a look at that!

What the hell has he done?

Who cares?

Hands above your head and turn around.

God, we should tell Teasle about this.

Look at that!

You do what I tell you.

Galt, what the hell was that?

The boss said clean him up!

So clean him up!

Hey, Preston, give him a good hose

behind the ears!

How d'you like that?

What's the matter, Mitch,

don't you like water sports?

Hurry up, I need my coffee.

Sit down. - Real quiet.

Sit down!

Sh*t, he's hard to hold!

Forget the soap, Ward, he's tough.

Just shaVe him. Dry!

Can't you see he's crazy?

- Can't you see I don't care?

Yeah, I can.

- That's better.

See, I knew that you...

We're just shaVing you, easy now.

- Hold him, Mitch.

Keep still.

I don't want to cut your throat.

You a**hole!

What the hell...

I'll kill the a**hole!

- Art, don't shoot!

There are some people!

Get help! I'll go after him!

Out of the way!

Son of a b*tch!

Lester, it's Will. I'm on to him.

He's driVing east of Smith's farm,

towards Chapman Creek.

I know you can hear me!

You're finished!

You won't get any further!

D'you hear me?

He's up there behind the hollow.

Mitch, get Orval on the radio.

Tell him to come with his dogs.

The Dobermen! It's gonna rain,

they can hunt on sight.

Lester, tell Paul he should

get the lumberjacks' helicopter.

If they make any trouble he should

book them for obstruction!

We'll get him.

No problem.

Go on, Hooch! Get him, Thunder!

Go, babes!

We'll get him!

He'll soon be stuffed and on the wall.

- We'll make a bearskin out of him.

Weren't we here last year for

the deerhunt? - I shot some.

Mitch, up the hill!

Get these hounds away from me, Orval!

MoVe, they can run and eat

at the same time!

He's going to the peak. - Smart.

- It's dangerous. - He's stupid!

Hey, you're messing up the trail.

Let my babes do their work!

This is no good.

- Why?

We were three in a cell.

He beat us up.

Come on!

We've got him, he's trapped!

- Art, he's heading for the ravine.

Head him off!

There he is! On the cliff!

A**hole!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

We're just supposed to find him!

Hold it steady.

- Won't work 'cos of the thermal draft.

He can't go anywhere!

If you don't hold that thing steady,

I swear, I'll kill you!

Sheriff to Galt!

Hold it steady, you a**hole!

Galt, please come in, damn you!

Closer and hold still!

- Galt, talk to me! What's up?

There he is!

OVer there, dummy! Come on!

Hey, soldier boy!

Galt, go to the radio! What's up?

I want him alive, Galt!

Art Galt, come in!

Helicopter, come, dammit!

Oh God, look!

My God, giVe me the binoculars!

Oh no! Sh*t!

I don't understand. How could he

fall out? - Is that important?

Let's nail him!

Look!

Looks like he's turning himself in.

One man is dead. It's not my fault.

I don't want any more hurt.

Stop!

Stay there and give yourself up!

But I didn't do anything!

MoVe, and I'll blow your head off!

I didn't do anything!

Hold your fire!

Ward, hold your fire!

We hit him.

Let's go down, come on!

Sheriff to base, come in.

Yes, Will?

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