Rambo: First Blood Part II Page #2

- Isn't that supposed to be dangerous? - He's just dumb!

Hey, you're spoiling the scent.

Let my babies do their job!

This is no good.

- Why?

there were three of us in the cell block down there.

He went through us like we weren't even there.

Come on!

We've got him, he's trapped!

- Art, he's heading for Chapman's gorge.

Head him off!

There he is! On the cliff!

Son of a b*tch?

What the hell's going on?

What are you doing?

We're just supposed to spot him!

Hold it steady.

- I can't, we're in a thermal draft.

He's stuck there, he can't go any place.

If you don't ride this thing right

I swear to God, I'll kill you!

Sheriff to Galt! Come in Galt.

Hold it steady, you son of a b*tch!

Galt, come in, God damn it!

Get closer and hold it steady!

- Galt, talk to me! I want to know what's going on.

I got him... easy now.

Over there, dummy! Come on!

Hey, soldier boy!

Galt, get on this radio! What's going on up there?

I don't want him dead, Galt, I want him alive!

You hear me? Art, come in!

Art Galt, come in!

Helicopter, come, dammit!

Christ, look!

Jesus Christ, give me the binoculars!

Oh no! Sh*t!

- I can't figure it. How did fall out?

- Does it matter?

Let's nail this sucker's ass...

he can't be far.

Look!

Looks like he wants to turn himself in.

There's one man is dead. lt's not my fault.

I don't want any more hurt.

Freeze!

Stay there and give yourself up!

But I didn't do anything!

I'm warning you, boy, don't make a move, I'll blow your head off!

I didn't do anything!

Cease fire!

Ward, God damn it, cease fire!

I think we hit him.

Let's get down there. Move

Sheriff to base, come in.

Go ahead, Will?

Lester, we're down in the gorge. Galt's dead alright.

Where the hell is that god damned chopper?

He won't come, Will. Says there's a storm heading your way.

I don't give a god damned what's on its way.

I want the chopper back here right now!

I don't want Galt's body out here all night.

You sure picked one hell of a guy to mess around with.

Just came over the Teletype a few minutes ago.

John Rambo is a Vietnam vet,

A Green Beret, Congressional medal of honor.

Guy's a war hero.

- Jesus, that freak?

- I knew there was something about that guy!

I double checked it, Will.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to do what told you to do.

Dod damn it. Get that chopper back here now, out.

A Green Beret!

War hero!

- That's great! That's just great!

- Shut your mouth!

What the hell's the matter with you guys?

He's one man... wounded.

Those Green Berets... they're real bad asses.

Why don't you let the State Police handle this?

Look at him! Goddammit!

Look. Look at him!

That's Art Galt, boy!

He and I were friends when your momma

was still wiping your nose!

Now he's dead. Because of that psycho out there! Now you listen good:

I'm gonna get that son of a b*tch and I'm gonna pin

that Congressional medal of honor to his liver.

And I'm gonna do it with you or without you.

We're closin' in, the scent's getting

stronger. - Keep your eyes open.

It's going to storm, that's all we need now!

Will, let's get out of here before it gets dark.

What's the matter, you afraid of the boogie man?

You god damned pansy.

Put your gun down, I'll show you who the pansy is.

Knock it off! Ward, move out! The fight is out here!

He's out there waiting for you.

Mitch, get on your feet and move!

Go find this guy for Chrissakes!

Keep your eyes open!

See you later, Ward!

- Shut up, Mitch.

There he is!

Let them dogs loose, Orval!

Go get em sweethearts!

There's your dinner

Cease fire!

Goddammit I'm hit!

Jesus, he's got a gun.

That's not him, it's a God damned scarecrow.

No scarecrow that shot Orville, he's close.

Kill him! Go get him!

Go get him, Maggie!

Mitch, Ward, come here!

Shingleton, you cover us.

Look at his leg! - Mitch, get your belt. Make a

tourniquet around that.

We got to get this guy to a doctor.

- Get your belt on that fast! Where's the first-aid kit?

I left it in the car. Sh*t! Where did he

get that gun? - It's Galt's gun.

He's out of ammo.. - How do you know that?

- Because whatever killed that dog was no bullet.

Orval, listen. You have to stay awake.

You have to release the tourniquet every 15 minutes.

We got to get him. He's out of ammo.

He had no right to shoot my babies.

Get the son of a b*tch!

OK, listen up

We're right on top of him. We're going to form

a skirmish line, 50 feet apart.

Keep moving, there's no way out of here, except through us.

OK, let's do some huntin'

Huntin'?

We ain't huntin' him, he's huntin' us!

Spread out, dammit!

I said 50 feet!

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 firing?

Who's firing 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.

I could have killed you.

In town you're the law, out here, it's me.

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.

Move back.

How bad is the situation? Captain...

That's the only good thing about this business,

is the business you're doing in town.

Reporters are drinking the place dry.

You look like you're ready to keel over, Will.

Why don't you go home. It's my problem now.

Your problem? Listen Dave, don't give me any of your horsehit

about jurisdiction in this one, you understand?

- Would you like me to step outside?

- Finish up what you're doing.

Somewhere in this rugged mountain countryside,

possibly above the snow line,

shrouded in mist,

the fugitive, John Rambo, is hiding.

Units of the state police along with local members

of the national guard are now being mobilized.

What still remains unexplained by the local authorities

is just how and where the former green beret

came into possession of the weapons

former Green Beret got the weapons

with which he allegedly killed one deputy sheriff

and tried to kill 6 others. Only their skilled training

in police enforcement techniques saved their lives.

And word now is that the fugitive will be

in custody an a matter of hours.

Maps Will.

Will, there's something you ought to know.

Talk to you later, OK?

What is it, Lester? Spit it out!

I was just talking to Mitch.

and he was saying that Galt and a couple

of deputies were a little hard on the guy.

A**holes!

Doesn't make one god dammed bit of difference.

Dave, and you know it!

If one of my deputies gets out of line with a

prisoner then the prisoner comes to me with it!

And if I find out it's like he says, I kick the deputy's ass!

Me, the law!

And that's the way it's gotta be.

People start f***ing around with

the law and all hell breaks loose.

- Whatever possessed God in heaven to make a man like Rambo?

- God didn't make Rambo,

I made him.

Who the hell are you?

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