First Blood Page #2

We're in the gorge. Galt is dead.

Where's the goddam chopper?

It's not coming, 'cos of the storm.

I don't giVe a f***,

I want the chopper!

I'm not leaVing Galt's body here.

- Oh, by the way,

You're messing with some guy:

John Rambo is a Vietnam Veteran,

belongs to the "Green Berets", has the

medal of honor and is a war hero.

That freak?

- I knew there was something about him!

I checked it twice.

What shall I do?

Do what I told you:

Get the chopper here, at once!

A Green Beret!

A war hero!

Great! Just great!

- Shut up!

What's up with you?

He's alone and wounded.

Those Green Berets are real hard guys!

So leave him to the state police.

Come here, boy! Goddammit!

Look. Look at him!

That's Art Galt, boy!

We were friends when your mother

was still wiping your nose!

Now he's dead. Because of that psycho-

path up there! Now you listen good:

I'm gonna get that bastard and pin

that medal to his liver.

And I'm gonna do it

with or without your help!

We're getting closer, scent's getting

stronger. - Keep your eyes open.

Storm coming, that's all we need!

Will, let's go before it gets dark.

Afraid of the black man, you pansy?

I'll show you who's the pansy!

Stop it! Ward, get away! The fight's

out here! He's waiting for you

Mitch, get up and get moving!

Find the guy, for Chrissakes!

And keep your eyes open!

See you later, Ward!

- Shut up, Mitch.

There he is!

Let them go, Orval!

There's your dinner, sweethearts!

Hold fire!

I got hit, goddammit!

He's got a gun.

That's a damned scarecrow.

That was no scarecrow shooting.

He's here!

Kill him! Get him!

Get him, Maggie!

Mitch, Ward, come here!

Shingleton, give us cover.

Look at his leg! - Mitch, make a

tourniquet with your belt.

He needs a doctor!

- Do it! Where's the first-aid box?

I let it in the car. Where did he

get the gun? - From Galt.

Got no more bullets. - How d'you know?

- The dog wasn't killed by a bullet.

Orval, listen. You have to stay awake.

Release the tourniquet every 15 minutes.

We'll get him. He has no more bullets.

He shouldn't have kiled my sweetheart!

Get that son of a b*tch!

OK, listen everyone.

We'Ve got him. We'll walk

in one row, 50 feet apart.

Don't stop, then he can't escape.

OK, the hunt is on.

Hunt?

We're not hunting him, he's hunting us!

Spread out, dammit!

I said 50 feet apart!

I hate this!

Will, it's Mitch!

Who is it?

What's up here?

- Shut up!

He's got Ward.

Spread out, I'll go this way.

Who's shooting there?

Who's shooting there?

- I got him!

Shingleton, follow me!

I got him!

Help me!

Help me, Will!

Balford? Where the hell are you?

Shingleton, over here!

Easy now.

- Get me out of here!

Shingleton, where the hell are you?

I could have killed them all.

And you too.

In town you're the law, here I am.

Don't push it.

Don't push it, or I'll give you a war

you won't believe.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Get back, people!

How bad is the situation? Captain...

That's the only positiVe thing about it,

it's good for business.

The reporters are drinking the town dry.

Looks like you've had it.

Go home. Now it's my problem.

Your problem? DaVe, don't give me that

damned jurisdiction thing, OK?

Shall I go out?

- Finish the job.

Somewhere on this mountain,

probably aboVe the snow line

and surrounded by fog

the fugitive, John Rambo, is hiding.

The state police and the national guard

are being mobilized right now.

The local authorities have so far been

unable to explain where the

Ex Green Beret got the weapons

he used to kill a deputy sheriff

And wound 6 others. They only surviVed

thanks to their police training.

They say the fugitive will be

caught in the next few hours.

Your maps.

Will, there's something you should know.

Let's talk later.

What is it, Lester? Spit it out!

I talked to Mitch.

Galt and the others

must haVe treated the guy rough.

A**holes!

That doesn't change anything,

DaVe, and you know it!

If one of the deputy sheriffs

goes too far, the prisoner comes to me!

If he's right

I kick the deputy sheriff's ass!

I'm the law!

And that's how it should be.

If you trample on the law,

there's hell to pay!

Why does God create a man like Rambo?

- God didn't create Rambo,

It was me.

Who are you?

Sam Trautman. Colonel Samuel Trautman.

We haVe a lot to do. What do you want?

I'm here because of my boy.

- Your boy?

I recruited him, trained him and

commanded him for 3 years in Vietnam.

He belongs to me.

Why does the Pentagon send

a colonel to sort things out?

The army thought I could help.

I don't know how. Rambo is

a ciVilian now, so he's my problem.

You don't understand. I'm not here

to saVe Rambo from you,

But you from him.

Thanks for your concern, Colonel.

We'll take real care.

Amazing that some men survived!

Oh really?

Strictly speaking, he failed.

You were lucky!

Great! So you're just here to see

why your machine broke down?

You're dealing with an expert

in guerilla warfare.

He's the best with a gun, a knife

and his bare hands.

He was trained to ignore

pain and the weather,

and to eat things

a goat would puke up.

In Vietnam his job was to get rid of

enemy personnel, to kill them.

Winning by attrition.

And Rambo was the best!

Now we're afraid, what do you

and the special forces suggest

We do with the psychopath?

- Let him go.

What?

- First for now.

Defuse the situation, defuse him.

Let him get away.

You'll soon find him in Seattle,

working in a car wash.

That way no-one gets hurt.

I'll do my job myself, instead of

praying they catch him in Seattle!

Your people are gonna get killed!

We hillbillies do our duty same as

the heroes in the special forces.

We teach them to stay aliVe!

- I never thought of that!

Do you want a war that you lose?

- With 200 men against one?

If you're sending out so many people

get in enough body-bags!

You just want to save your own ass,

but whatever side you're on,

If you really want to get rid of Rambo,

then follow me.

State police to John Rambo.

Acknowledge.

State police to John Rambo.

Come in please. Acknowledge!

If you're listening, Rambo, this is

your situation:
You're surrounded,

Every escape route is blocked, all the

highways, street and fire breaks.

Your services to your country

will be taken into consideration.

Answer me, it can all be sorted out.

Please come in. - Anything?

He took a radio.

- He's sure to be listening.

I would try to pick up something.

- Sure he's listening!

But he never breaks radio silence.

- Not for us, maybe for you.

He's your boy, ain't he?

Persuade him to spare us all

and giVe himself up.

I can try.

We can get a bearing on him if you want

to lay a trap for him.

That would be like

taking the birds to the cat.

Thanks for sending your people.

- You're welcome.

Put the magazine away and listen.

We'll only get one chance.

Troop leader to Raven.

Raven come in please.

Troop leader calling Raven.

Troop leader to Raven,

talk to me, Johnny.

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