Rambo: First Blood Part II Page #2

Damn it, boy's hard to get a hold of!

That's OK, Ward, don't worry about the soap, he's tough.

Just shave him. Dry!

How blind are you? Can't you see he's crazy?

- Can't you see I don't give a sh*t?

Yeah, I can see that.

- That's better.

See there, I knew that you..

We're just going to shaving you partner, take it easy.

- Take this, Mitch.

Don't move...

I don't want you to cut your own throat.

You a**hole!

What the hell....

I'll kill the a**hole!

- Art, don't shoot!

There's people down there!

Get help! I'll go after him!

Get out of the way!

Son of a b*tch!

Lester, this is Will. I'm right on his tail.

He's just east of Smith's farm,

headed towards Chapman Creek.

I know you can hear me!

You're finished!

You're gone as far as you're going to go!

D'you hear me?

He's up there behind the draw.

Mitch, get Orval on the radio. Tell him to get out

here with his damned dogs right away.

Tell him to bring the Dobermen! lt's gonna rain,

we need dogs that can hunt on sight.

Lester, tell Paul to get out to the

lumber camp to get the helicopter up here.

If they give him any sh*t, tell him to site

him for obstruction right on the spot.

We'll get him.

No problem.

Go on, Hooch! Thunder, lets get him!

Come on sweethearts

We'll get him!

Won't be long before he's stuffed and mounted.

- make him into a bear rug.

Didn't we go hunting here last year?

Ya I got a couple of bucks last year.

Mitch, up the hill!

Get these hounds away from me, Orval!

I don't trust those bastards.

Keep moving, my dogs can eat

and run at the same time!

He's going straight to the top.

- Isn't that supposed to be dangerous? - He's just dumb!

Hey, you're spoiling the scent.

Let my babies do their job!

This is no good.

- Why?

there were three of us in the cell block down there.

He went through us like we weren't even there.

Come on!

We've got him, he's trapped!

- Art, he's heading for Chapman's gorge.

Head him off!

There he is! On the cliff!

Son of a b*tch?

What the hell's going on?

What are you doing?

We're just supposed to spot him!

Hold it steady.

- I can't, we're in a thermal draft.

He's stuck there, he can't go any place.

If you don't ride this thing right

I swear to God, I'll kill you!

Sheriff to Galt! Come in Galt.

Hold it steady, you son of a b*tch!

Galt, come in, God damn it!

Get closer and hold it steady!

- Galt, talk to me! I want to know what's going on.

I got him... easy now.

Over there, dummy! Come on!

Hey, soldier boy!

Galt, get on this radio! What's going on up there?

I don't want him dead, Galt, I want him alive!

You hear me? Art, come in!

Art Galt, come in!

Helicopter, come, dammit!

Christ, look!

Jesus Christ, give me the binoculars!

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