Missing in Action Page #2

He was not a prisoner of war,

but a common criminal!

Been

Thanks.

I see you've come up in the world.

You got out

of this country once, Colonel.

You might not be so lucky this time.

Tran is up in arms about

your behavior this afternoon.

Porter called Washington

trying to get you recalled.

And the President is outraged...

publicly.

Ah, Miss Fitzgerald,

you look lovely tonight.

Uh, Colonel Braddock, there is a

question I've been wanting to ask you.

Is it true that you let

ten of your men die in prison

all because you alone refused

to admit your war crimes?

You are the most undiplomatic man

I have ever met.

I'm not running for office. Besides,

you don't know anything about me.

Oh. Well, let's see.

James Thomas Braddock, 38 years old.

Colonel in the Army Special Forces.

Retired.

Prisoner of war for eight months.

Missing in action for seven years,

escaping last year.

And you are now in Saigon

at the request of the President

to see if there are

any more Braddocks in Vietnam.

Like I said,

you don't know anything about me.

How about a nightcap?

Yeah, sure.

See you in a few minutes, huh?

The champagne's getting warm.

Oh, yeah.

Been quite a day.

Yeah. It should be quite a night, too.

Now, look, Braddock, just because...

- Just what do you think you're doing?

- What does it look like?

Would you mind?

I'm a little on the shy side.

I don't believe this.

Look, Braddock, I invited you up here

for a nightcap, not...

Jim!

What the hell is this?

I'm gonna take a look around Saigon.

See how it's changed since the war.

We are not supposed to leave

the hotel without an escort.

Jim, do you hear me?

I won't be gone long.

I'm supposed to be keeping you

out of trouble.

Sh*t.

Braddock, don't.

How are you gonna

get out of here, anyway?

FIY-

Bastard.

Keep your eyes shut...

...and listen very carefully.

The answer you give me...

...will decide whether you live or die.

And I'll know if you're lying

Now, where are the American MIAs?

I don't know.

Don't do it!

There is a camp.

- Delta region.

- Where?

Dong Ha. Dong Ha.

Eight kilometers from the coast.

No, don't! Don't! Spare me!

I gave you the information. I gave it.

That's all I know. Don't...

If you move...

...I'll kill you.

I suppose he's been here

with you all night?

That's right.

How very convenient.

Yes, isn't it?

You...

You leave tomorrow...

...or you'll not leave at all.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Nothing I can do here.

Jim, why Bangkok?

I have to look up a friend.

An old army buddy.

Be careful.

Flight 320 from Ho Chi

Minh City, arriving at Gate Six.

Flight 210 to Singapore

now boarding at Gate Three.

Do you need a nice girl, sir?

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