Rambo: First Blood Part II Page #3

Sam Trautman. Colonel Samuel Trautman.

We're a little busy this morning, colonel,

what can we do for you?

- I've come to get my boy.

- Your boy?

I recruited him, I trained him,

I commanded him in Vietnam for 3 years.

I'd say that makes him mine.

I wonder why the Pentagon would send

a full bird a colonel to handle this?

The army thought I might be able to help.

I don't know in what way. Rambo's

a civilian now, he's my problem.

I don't think you understand.

I didn't come here to rescue Rambo from you.

I came to rescue you from him.

Well, we all appreciate your concern, Colonel.

We'll try to be extra careful.

- I'm just amazed he allowed any of your posse to live.

- Is that right?

Strictly speaking, he slipped up.

You're lucky to be breathing.

Great! Colonel, you came out here to find out

why one of your machines blew a gasket.

You don't want to except the fact that you're

dealing with an expert in guerilla warfare.

With a man who's the best. With guns,

with knives, with his bare hands.

An man who was trained to

ignore pain, ignore weather,

To live off the land... to eat things

that would make a billy goat puke.

In Vietnam, his job was to dispose of

enemy personnel, to kill... period.

Win by attrition.

Well, Rambo was the best!

OK, Colonel, now you've got us all scared to death, what do you

and the special forces think

we do with the psycho out there?

- Let him go.

- Do what?

- For now.

Defuse the whole situation, defuse him.

Provide a little gap and let him slip through it.

Then put out a nation wide APB.

In a couple of weeks you'll pick him up in Seattle or someplace,

working in a car wash.

There'll be no fight and nobody else will get hurt.

I do my own work. I don't figure the best way to do that is

to close my eyes and hope he gets picked up in Seattle!

If you send your people in there after him, they'll get killed.

We're just a small hick town sheriff's department,

colonel, but we're expected to do our duty

just like our heroes in the special forces.

- In Special Forces, we teach our people

to stay alive in the line of duty.

- No sh*t, I never thought of that!

- You want a war that you can't win?

- You telling me that 200 men against your boy

is a no win situation for us?

You send that many, don't forget one thing.

- What?

- A good supply of body-bags!

Trautman...

I don't know what side you're on, Trautman,

I still think you came out here just to cover your ass.

But if you're serious about taking Rambo clean, follow me.

State police calling John Rambo.

Acknowledge.

State police calling John Rambo.

Come in please. Acknowledge!

If you're listening, Rambo, here's

your situation:
you are surrounded,

Every possible exit has been blocked,

every highway, every road, every fire break.

You have our word that your services

to your country will be taken into consideration.

And you'll receive fair treatment.

- Just respond, we can work everything out... over

- Anything?

- He took a radio off one of my deputies.

- Then he has to be listening.

If I was in his position, I would try to pick up

some information. Maybe catch some cross talk.

- Of course he's listening!

- He's not going to break radio silence.

- No, not for us, but he might do it for you, Colonel.

He's your boy, isn't he?

maybe you can talk him into sparing

all our lives by giving himself up.

I can try.

At least we'd get a radio fix on his position

if you don't mind setting him up for us.

Setting him up for you?

That's like bringing the pigeons to the cat.

- Thanks for bringing your people out.

- Any time, Will.

Come on, Bobby, put the magazine away and pay attention.

We may only get one crack at this.

Company leader calling Raven.

Come on Raven.

Company leader calling Raven.

Company leader to Raven,

talk to me, Johnny.

Company leader to identify Baker Team:

Rambo, Messner, Ortega, Coletta,

Jorgensen, Danforth, Berry, Krakauer.

Confirm.

This is Colonel Trautman.

Talk to me, Johnny.

They're all gone, Sir.

- That's him, get on it.

- Rambo. Are you alright? Over.

Baker team, they're all dead, sir.

Not Delmare Berry, he made it.

Berry's gone too, sir.

How?

Got himself killed in 'Nam...

Didn't even know it. Cancer ate him down to the bone.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

I'm the last one, sir.

lt's good to hear your voice, Johnny,

it's been a long time.

Look, John, you've done some damage here, but they

don't want any more trouble. - He's North-west.

That's why I've come.

I'm gonna come in and fly you the hell out.

Just you and me. We'll work this out together.

Is that fair enough?

- Where'd you come from, Sir?

- Bragg.

I tried to get in touch with you but the guys

at Bragg never knew where to find you.

Well, I haven't been spending much time there lately,

they've got me down in DC. I'm shining a seat with my ass.

I wish I was back in Bragg now.

- We'll talk about that when you come in.

- I can't do that, Sir.

Well, look, John, we can't have you running around

out there wasting friendlies and civilians.

- There are no friendly civilians.

- I'm your friend, Johnny.

I was there with you, knee deep in blood and guts.

I covered your ass more than once.

Seems like bailing you out of trouble

is becoming a life long job for me.

There wouldn't be any trouble if it wasn't for that king sh*t cop.

All I wanted was something to eat.

- But the man kept pushing sir.

- You did some pushing on your own, John.

They drew first blood, not me.

Let me come in and get you the hell out of there.

They drew first blood.

Rambo, are you still reading me?

Company leader to Raven!

Rambo, acknowledge!

He's finished, Colonel

We've got a real good fix on him though. Come first light,

I'm gonna put every man I got up on that ridge.

Then we'll get him my way.

Dammit.

God dammit!

Come on move it!

Does the guy got a gun?

There's the guy the cops are shootin' at.

- I see him! - I'll get him.

Don't shoot!

This way! Let's go!

There he is! Come on!

Now we got him!

Yes, I know exactly where it is.

Now listen to me very carefully!

Surround the area with every man you got, but don't move in.

Don't do anything till I get there!

And no shooting! I don't want him dead, I want him alive!

Keep firing!

Go on, guys, shoot!

Come on!

You guys are great!

Steve. I want you and Bruce, head around

these trees go to the front of that mine.

Screw that, Clinton, I ain't goin up there!

- No way!

Brandon, I want you to go into that mine.

- Not me.

What do you mean, not me?

- I do this part time, I didn't come here to get killed.

He's probably waiting for us.

What's wrong with you, Clinton?

Rambo?

This is Lieutenant Clinton Morgan.

National Guard leader.

I'm giving you just 3 zero seconds

to come on out.

Who's got the rocket launcher?

- I do. - Come here, Earl.

Rambo. This is your last chance to come out!

Maybe we should wait.

Earl, this creep is a killer! Besides,

I'm in charge and I say we blow it up.

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