Rambo Page #2

Did you kill for yourself?

God is never going to make that go away.

When you are pushed...

Killing is as easy as breathing.

Look at this f..king place!

Only a f..king ape would live here?

What am I doing here?

Hey, knock that sh*t off!

And you don't like the arts?

And you don't like the sh*t.

I like your sister, Diaz.

She got a thing for retards.

Hey boatman!

How much longer in this ancient piece of sh*t?

What did the reverent say?

Something about his flock went missing.

I said look mate, that is what you get

when you're trespassing into Burma.

That's what you get, when you go around

sniffing other people's garbage.

You know those generals in there are making millions,

cranking up more than anyone in this planet.

Bullshit!

Millions, Moron. How do you

think they paid for that sh*t all ?

Try to read the papers

instead of sticking under it.

The general is the biggest junkies

of all of them.

It's noble Louis..

You are? Those people going in

without weapons.

Just books and medicine.

It's noble.

Ok, schoolboy!

You stick your nose in other people's

business, you get f..k up...

or you are dead.

The only reason I am doing this

is for an ex-wife and 3 kids.

and after the sh*t is over, you can

shove that right up your ass.

- Try to think careful, mate!

- Back off!

And you, I don't want to die of old age

before I get there. So move.

You said something?

S.P.D.C. LET INFANTERY BATTALION 360

Is it me? Or is it the air coming in

smelling like some wet dog?

For f..k sake, I can swim faster than this.

- Am I right?

- We dead.

Chop, chop. The quicker we are there,

the quicker we get back.

Those idiots.

They come here..

start all the trouble...

... expecting the whole world to work

like their old neighbours. Well it doesn't..

So they send in the devil...

... to do god's work.

Ironic isn't it?

Am I boring you man?

Is it the trip? It's got you nervous?

Because we..

...we really appreciate the action.

You know what I mean?

Look at me in the eyes if

you know what I am saying.

Oh dear..

You are really an uptight master,

aren't you?

You can drop the act in your stare.

I have seen it all before.

I am not impressed.

He's old school, SAS.

The first rate soldier to be

told to go maniac.

They call him schoolboy.

The name stuck with him since.

The name he start calling me

no matter how many people I shoot.

What do you want from us?

One man and a kid in a chicken coop.

This sort of rebel they put up.

I am not liking it You are in a jungle,

there is nothing to like.

How are you doing?

My name is Bieth, this is Tha.

This is it?

What's with the kid?

He's a good tracker.

We don't need a tracker. We need a guide.

You know the exact location right?

To north 6 km walk.

- How many soldiers?

- 100 maybe.

- 100?

Heard what he said.

- More soldiers coming tomorrow.

I know I'm just a white trash

full of blanks, but I can count.

...stop f..king with the 100 strong.

Alright, alright!

Let's get this straight.

We don't engage anybody.

If we can extract these people, good.

It's in, out, clean, or we go off.

Somebody want to tell me

what the boatman is doing?

Why don't you wait with the boat.

- My man will stay with the boat.

- Your boat, you stay here.

I won't slow you down.

No, you won't.

It's not a nature hunt?

You can believe that.

He can be with me at the back.

He stays here. He's the boatman.

He stays with the boat.

Only a white man with a f..king dick.

Who has the explosives?

I've got some C4.

- Ive got a claymore.

- Alright.

Let's go on with it.

Come on, move.

What is that? ### bomb.

English dropped it in World War II.

Your people taken from here.

In my life, I've seen some sh*t.

But I've seen no sh*t like this.

Check it out!

All these commies, kill everything,

People are dead here as warning.

Mines, everywhere.

Watch where you are walking.

- Alright let's move on.

- To what?

They even kill the dogs.

Those people are dead. I'm with Kenji.

At least to have a look see.

Check it out.

I'm with you.

Check what? They are 100 strong.

We told the man's money.

Hey, calm down.

We got to see what is wrong.

If anything is wrong, anything at all,

we leave. Alright?

Yes.

I order.

Good.

This way.

- Army!

- Go!

I'm going to fire at them.

No, if they don't make it back from where

the hell they came from, they'll be on to us.

Who are you boatman?

- Let's move. - Move?

They are going to come after us,

when these guys don't show up.

We don't need this sh*t.

We are going back to the boat.

Any of you boys want to shoot,

now is the time.

Any reason one of us just

doesn't want to surprise us.

But this is what we do.

Who we are.

Live for nothing.

Or die for something.

Your call!

What's your call?

Let's move.

Once Schoolboy's on the tower, we've

got 15 mins. Set your watches to 1:45.

And we won't wait for anybody.

We meet at the base of the tower.

We don't meet up there, we f..ked.

All set?

Set!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Don't talk. Hear me out.

Where is the girl?

She's over there.

Go untie him. I'll be back again.

Here!

There's two in the cage.

Near the pitch. Get them.

Come on!

Let's move!

Where is the boatman?

And Sarah.

We're leaving.

Let's go!

Bullshit!

He knew the deal.

If we're getting away,

we f..king leave together!

Your live.

Let's go!

Not without her!

Who do you think save your life?

We did.

Get up!

- You got us covered?

- Yes.

Why did you come back?

Why did you do?

This way.

My leg.

Hold still!

Shut up.

We got you. We're getting you out.

His leg is broken!

Where is the guide?

He's gone!

- We're not going to make it to the river with him.

- Will you shut up.

Untie his lace.

Take of his boot.

No! Leave his boot on.

....I need a knife.

- Is he going to make it?

- I don't know. Make him stretch.

Spread out!

Take the point.

Hear that?

They're tracking us.

- Turn around.

- What are you doing?

I want you two to go to the river.

The boat is waiting.

It's out there.

You can follow the shore line.

- What about you?

- I'll be alright.

Give me the claymine.

- Fire of a shot.

- What?

Fire off a shot!

Go! Go!

Let's move.

- Wait.

- Where are they?

- Son of a b*tch!

- Look

Oh God!

Oh damn it!

F..k you!

Come on to me, you lady boy!

What did we do?

We did nothing.

What are we going to do?

We can't do anything.

Karen rebels.

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

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