First Blood Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1982
- 93 min
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Troop leader calling the Baker Team:
Rambo, Messner, Ortega, Coletta,
Jorgensen, Danforth, Berry, Krakauer.
Confirm.
Colonel Trautman speaking.
Talk to me, Johnny.
They're all gone, Sir.
There he is! Go get him!
- Rambo. Are you OK?
All the Baker team are dead,
Not Delmare Berry, he made it.
Berry too, sir.
How?
Caught his death in Vietnam, without
knowing it. Cancer ate him up.
I'm sorry, I didn't know that.
I'm the last one, sir.
It's good to hear your Voice, Johnny,
it's been a long time.
You've done some damage here, but they
don't want any trouble. - North-west.
That's why I'm here.
I'll fly you out of here.
Just you and me. We'll work it out.
Is that an offer?
Where do you come from, Sir?
- Bragg.
I called, but they could never
find you in Bragg.
I'm hardly ever there, at the moment
I'm sitting on my ass in Washington.
I wish I was in Bragg.
We'll talk about it when you come in.
- I can't do that, Sir.
We can't allow you to kill
friendly civilians.
There are no friendly civilians.
- I'm your friend.
I was there, up to my knees in blood!
I'Ve saVed your ass many times.
Keeping you out of trouble
is a life's work.
Without the f***ing cops
there wouldn't be any trouble!
I just wanted something to eat.
But the man proVoked me, Sir.
- You provoked them too, John.
They shot first, not me.
Let me get you out of here!
They shot first.
Do you still hear me?
Troop leader to Raven!
Rambo, acknowledge!
He's finished, Colonel
We'Ve got a bearing. In the morning
I'll send all my men to the ridge.
We'll get him my way.
Dammit.
Dammit!
Go, move!
Does the guy have a gun?
The guy the cops are shooting at!
- I see him! - I'Ve got him!
Don't shoot!
This way! Let's go!
There he is! Come on!
Now we've got him!
Yeah, I know where that is. Listen!
Surround the area, but don't go in.
Don't go in! Wait till I'm there!
And don't shoot! I want him alive!
Keep firing!
Go on, men, shoot!
Come on!
You're great!
Steve. You and Bruce, you go
round the trees to the mine entrance.
Screw you, Clinton, I'm not going!
- Never.
Brandon, go into the mine.
- No way.
What do you mean? - I'm not gonna
get shot. He's just waiting for that!
What's up with you, Clinton?
Rambo?
This is Lieutenant Clinton speaking!
National Guard leader.
I'll give you 3.0 seconds
to come on out.
Who's got the rocket launcher?
- Me. - Come here, Earl.
This is your last chance!
Maybe we should wait.
The guy's a killer! I'm in charge here
and I say:
Blow him up!Now fire that thing!
Just let me get out of the way first.
GiVe the man a cigar!
Bull's eye!
Where are you?
- 500 yards up the hill.
I don't believe it! Idiots!
One more for "Soldier of Fortune"!
Do you think we're in a circus here?
Get going!
Clinton, for God's sake! I ordered you
to wait till I was there!
He shot at us!
I didn't want to take any risks.
What a mess.
We haVe to get the body out right away.
A bulldozer can't get up here,
someone has to dig him out.
It's your mess! You dig! - I haVe to be
back in the store tomorrow.
Buried in a hole by a bunch of
weekend warriors!
He was your best guy?
It doesn't matter how he ended,
he was once something real special.
Nonsense! He broke the law.
- Vagrancy, right?
It'll look great on his gravestone
in Arlington:
"Here lies John Rambo,awarded the highest medal of honor.
SurviVor of countless missions
in enemy territory,
killed in a dump for Vagrancy!"
Cut the sh*t! Rambo wasn't the only one
who had it tough in Vietnam.
He killed a policeman!
- He could haVe killed you all.
This guy! Struts in here and
tells us to let this nut go,
to saVe our asses! We did that,
without letting him go!
The better guy lost!
And he doesn't like that!
How are you, Will?
- Hold my calls.
Sit down.
Miss, another one, please.
- Sure. - And for my friend...?
A short, "wild turkey".
If I went too far earlier on
I'd like to apologize.
That doesn't matter now, does it?
No, I guess not.
I think...
I just haVe the feeling...
You'Ve been cheated out of your chance?
I wanted to kill the boy.
So much, that I could taste it.
Doesn't fit with the badge.
Things are sometimes confusing.
In Vietnam it was pretty confusing
for Rambo and me. We had orders.
If in doubt:
Kill!But you're a civilian. You're going
back to your wife and your house.
You don't have
to make sense out of all this.
How much sense did you make of it?
What would you haVe done with him?
Would you haVe giVen him a big hug
To answer that
I'd haVe to be standing in front of him.
There it is.
Just as well we'll never find out.
Drive!
Don't look at me, look at the road.
That's how accidents happen.
What's your name?
- Cathcart, Robert A.
What's in the back, Robert A.?
- M16s
OK, Robert, get out of the truck.
- I don't want anything from you. - Get!
Turn it up.
What's your story, Steamboat?
Someone cheered too soon.
That Rambo? He's on the loose again.
Will, it's Rambo! He's still alive!
Jesus Christ!
- Get out. Go on!
What's going on here?
Watch out!
- They're all gonna blow!
Attention, all civilians!
For your own safety
please clear the streets.
Stay in your houses
and await instructions. I repeat:
This is a police emergency.
Clear the streets at once!
They found Rambo's body.
It stole a truck
and blew up a gas station.
The boy is tough.
Forget about it.
- To hell with your advice!
Before, you knew he was
still aliVe, didn't you?
I suspected it.
Sure, that's why you stayed here.
You trained him.
You taught him
how to get out of a caVe like that.
But he won't get out of this place.
You and your men were never a match
for him. So what's changed?
God knows what damage he'll do.
You're going to die, Teasle.
Everybody dies!
Only one of us has a chance
and not because I'm better than him.
He trusts me.
I'm his only family,
that giVes me an adVantage.
What sort of people are you?
It's my job, Trautman,
it's my town!
I'm not giVing it up to you,
Rambo or anyone else!
Keep out of my way!
Go nearer!
- Don't go,
It's too hot!
Will, Lester here, d'you hear me?
Come, let's go!
Will, Lester here, d'you hear me?
We've got serious problems.
The highway is cut off.
The truck is here, but no body.
It's burnt out.
Preston, send the people away!
Push them back to the south side.
We don't know how many gas tanks
there are under the pumps...
Go on, go!
You crazy a**hole!
- Rambo!
Rambo, don't do it!
Listen to me!
You'Ve got no chance.
Put your gun down.
A chopper will fly you to Bragg.
Cease fire!
- Yeah? - Cease fire!
Think what you're doing.
The building is surrounded.
There's no way out.
There are 200 men outside with M16s!
You helped cause this priVate war.
You'Ve done enough damage!
The mission is oVer, understood?
The mission is oVer!
Look at them outside.
Look at them!
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