It's viral. There's no way to
over the world.
We can't see the Captain's face, but feel his remorse.
So can McClintock:
If you'll excuse my bluntness,
sir, you can't go halfway on this
Don't ever -- ever -- tell me
what I have to do.
TSHOMBE CAMPSITE - DUSK
This will help the pain.
I knew... they'd come back... I
knew. Help me up. Help me -CUT
The PILOT, no more than 21, sees the soldiers celebrating
their arrival down on the runway. His hand is on the
green bomb release lever.
McClintock is in the copilot's seat.
It's either them or us.
You can't either.
in too high for a landing.
convulse and die.
below like a crop duster.
cloud. One second. Two seconds. An eerie stillness.
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