First Blood Page #2

He'll soon be stuffed and on the wall.

- We'll make a bearskin out of him.

Weren't we here last year for

the deerhunt? - I shot some.

Mitch, up the hill!

Get these hounds away from me, Orval!

MoVe, they can run and eat

at the same time!

He's going to the peak. - Smart.

- It's dangerous. - He's stupid!

Hey, you're messing up the trail.

Let my babes do their work!

This is no good.

- Why?

We were three in a cell.

He beat us up.

Come on!

We've got him, he's trapped!

- Art, he's heading for the ravine.

Head him off!

There he is! On the cliff!

A**hole!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

We're just supposed to find him!

Hold it steady.

- Won't work 'cos of the thermal draft.

He can't go anywhere!

If you don't hold that thing steady,

I swear, I'll kill you!

Sheriff to Galt!

Hold it steady, you a**hole!

Galt, please come in, damn you!

Closer and hold still!

- Galt, talk to me! What's up?

There he is!

OVer there, dummy! Come on!

Hey, soldier boy!

Galt, go to the radio! What's up?

I want him alive, Galt!

Art Galt, come in!

Helicopter, come, dammit!

Oh God, look!

My God, giVe me the binoculars!

Oh no! Sh*t!

I don't understand. How could he

fall out? - Is that important?

Let's nail him!

Look!

Looks like he's turning himself in.

One man is dead. It's not my fault.

I don't want any more hurt.

Stop!

Stay there and give yourself up!

But I didn't do anything!

MoVe, and I'll blow your head off!

I didn't do anything!

Hold your fire!

Ward, hold your fire!

We hit him.

Let's go down, come on!

Sheriff to base, come in.

Yes, Will?

We're in the gorge. Galt is dead.

Where's the goddam chopper?

It's not coming, 'cos of the storm.

I don't giVe a f***,

I want the chopper!

I'm not leaVing Galt's body here.

- Oh, by the way,

You're messing with some guy:

John Rambo is a Vietnam Veteran,

belongs to the "Green Berets", has the

medal of honor and is a war hero.

That freak?

- I knew there was something about him!

I checked it twice.

What shall I do?

Do what I told you:

Get the chopper here, at once!

A Green Beret!

A war hero!

Great! Just great!

- Shut up!

What's up with you?

He's alone and wounded.

Those Green Berets are real hard guys!

So leave him to the state police.

Come here, boy! Goddammit!

Look. Look at him!

That's Art Galt, boy!

We were friends when your mother

was still wiping your nose!

Now he's dead. Because of that psycho-

path up there! Now you listen good:

I'm gonna get that bastard and pin

that medal to his liver.

And I'm gonna do it

with or without your help!

We're getting closer, scent's getting

stronger. - Keep your eyes open.

Storm coming, that's all we need!

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