The Firing Line

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(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(explosion booming)

- Everybody down!

All right, take cover.

- Let's go!

(explosions booming)

(exclaiming)

- Hurry up!

(explosion booming)

(yelling)

(explosion booming

(gunshots booming)

(groaning)

(gunshots booming)

(explosions booming)

(yelling)

(machine gunfire rattling)

(yelling)

(groaning)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(sighing)

[Soldier] Halt!

(speaking foreign language)

(stirring orchestral music)

(helicopter blades whirring)

[Mark] How many

rebels were killed?

From our sector, we

found 36 rebels killed.

Nothing else from the

cleaning up party,

though we captured their

leader, Rodriguez.

Good.

Rather conservative count;

The other sector reported over 40.

I think a more accurate

count would be 30.

Call Central, tell them

30 rebels were killed

and two captured.

And one with Rodriguez.

Guess this is the end of the

trail for you, Rodriguez.

I never thought they'd

catch you alive.

I understand what

you're fighting for.

I don't agree with it.

[Rodriguez] It's better,

a political trial

to educate my people than

to be a silent martyr.

Well, you got you wish.

Perhaps this little slut

will be more talkative.

Though I must admit

I find her silence

most refreshing.

Quite an unusual virtue in a woman.

Courageous Rodriguez, huh?

Looks like your little revolution

didn't get too far off the ground.

My failure does not mean

that the fight cannot be won.

(speaking foreign language)

You're already

finished, Rodriguez.

I suppose this one is Laura?

No.

We're still lookin' for her.

None of the bodies

fit her description.

Well, you did a hell of

a good job here, Mark.

Why don't you give it a rest, huh?

[Mark] Thank you.

Colonel Nunez and

I, we will take care

of the tactical interrogation.

You can grab the bird

back to town if you like.

Thank you, I'm lookin' forward

to that bed with clean sheets.

[Milton] Why don't you find

someone to share them with?

I will, Milton, I will.

I'm sure you will.

(orchestral music)

I have nothing to tell you,

(speaking foreign language)!

We shall see.

(woman crying out)

(blow thudding)

(woman crying out)

Captain Mark Hardin!

Harrison, International

News Alliance.

Yeah, the reporter.

Yeah, I hear you had

some action up the coast.

Might have been.

I hear you finally got Rodriguez.

You hear a lot.

Did you?

No comment.

(slow, romantic music)

Usual, John.

- Right.

Richard.

- Yes, sir.

Another for the lady, please.

For the lady, that one?

Yes.

- Yes.

Mark Hardin.

Sandra Spencer.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

It's not often I see such

a beautiful girl here.

Especially an American.

Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

Yes, I will.

As silly as it sounds,

I'm here selling sports equipment

to the major hotels.

What's your excuse?

I'm a military advisor.

Oh, American Peace Corps?

Not quite like that.

Don't tell me you're a

communist sympathizer.

No, I'm not that kind of advisor.

Uh huh.

It was right in my office.

(laughing)

(muffled speaking)

Well, Mr. No Comment.

Did you get your bounty yet?

Or do you get straight salary?

Listen Harrison, back off.

(scoffs)

Don't worry about me,

I'm not gonna cause ya any flak.

Anyway, you're gonna

be famous, pal.

The man who ran Rodriguez

to the ground,

and killed him!

He's not dead.

Oh, can the sh*t,

I'm no f***in' cub.

Anyway, you don't

gotta worry about me.

I'm not your conscience.

What's he talking about?

Tell her, Mark.

Anyway, I gotta go.

But I got a piece

of advice for you.

Don't ever try to bullshit

the working press.

What was that all about?

What's he talking about?

- It's okay.

I don't know what

he's talkin' about.

But I'm gonna find

out what happened.

Can I call you later?

Yeah, sure.

'Kay, I'll see you.

- Okay.

What the armed forces need

is more helicopter gunships.

To go after these rebels.

Jim, what do you know about

the death of Rodriguez?

You've gotta be kidding.

War, and you talk about death.

Rodriguez is inciting the masses.

He's a communist, Captain.

With all due respect, Colonel,

this is between the major and me.

Be reasonable!

The guy's a pain in the ass.

I brought Rodriguez and

the girl in for trial.

What happened?

(speaking foreign language)

What's he sayin'?

- Look, forget it, okay?

She is of no value!

You're wrong.

I'm sure she died with

a smile on her lips.

Just like a common whore.

(laughing)

Now cut the crap.

Either you're in or you're out.

No.

You're out.

(blows thudding)

(Colonel Nunez groaning)

(bones crunching)

(Colonel crying out)

You fool.

(panting) We could've

been together, you know.

He used me.

(suspenseful music)

Once again, Mr. Hardin,

we're gonna go on

with this all night

until you agree to answer

all of our questions.

[Interrogator]

Are you a double agent

or a rebel sympathizer?

I told ya, I don't know

what the f*** you're talkin' about!

[Interrogator] You were seen

with the American girl,

Sandra Spencer.

What's the connection

between you and her?

And who's payin' you?

Listen.

I told ya I just met her today.

Leave her alone!

She has nothin' to do with this.

(machine whining)

(Mark groaning)

(machine whine descending)

(Mark groaning softly)

(Mark panting)

[Interrogator] Once again,

Mr. Hardin, you and the girl.

Who are you working for?

Up your ass!

(machine whining)

(Mark yelling)

(machine whining)

[Rebel] Laura!

(Laura gasping)

Let her rest!

- No, can't rest now.

I won't sleep for two days.

(panting)

I need some coffee.

(speaking foreign language)

[Woman] We thought

you had been killed,

along with Rodriguez.

Did they say, you

heard the news then?

It's been all over the radio,

since last night and today.

Coffee, Amiga.

Did they say how

Rodriguez was killed?

You did not see him get killed?

I didn't actually

see him get wounded.

Go down, I assumed

they weren't lying.

I know he was wounded.

I heard him screaming.

It's all over!

Years of struggle for nothing.

It means exile for us.

[Laura] It means nothing.

But how can you say...

It means nothing!

Rodriguez was a great man,

one man!

But his death cannot change

the course of this struggle.

He was only great in what

we could learn from him.

And this we learned.

It's starting all over again.

Then we start it all over again.

(somber music)

(keys jingling)

(key clanking)

(blows thudding)

(grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(cell door creaking)

(grunting)

(blow thudding)

(grunting)

(thudding)

(groaning)

(key clanking)

(blows thudding)

(grunting)

(humming)

(door banging)

Hey, wait a minute, you can't

barge in my room like that.

Come with us!

Why, I... Now!

I didn't do anything!

Sir.

Where's Hardin?

I don't know.

What's this all about?

You lyin' whore.

(speaking foreign language)

(Sandra whimpering)

For the last time,

where's Mark Hardin?

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