Braddock Missing in Action III Page #2

Go get the car

and pull out front.

Ah, OK.

Hey.

You're not going

anywhere, Miklachek.

Take him to the car.

Jeez. Hey, where's

the rules about...

Hey, watch my beer,

man! Hey, listen.

I warned you, Braddock,

not to f*** with us.

Don't try to stop me,

Littlejohn.

You're stopped.

Come on.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Freeze, a**hole,

or you're dead!

Excuse me, girls.

Braddock!

Cut him off!

Braddock!

Braddock.

Stop right there.

Braddock! Wait!

Son of a b*tch.

You actually made it.

- Sh*t!

- Uh-oh.

Braddock!

He's getting away!

Hurry! Get in your cars!

Go after him! Hit it!

Oh, no!

Way to go, man!

Jesus, Braddock.

Couldn't you lighten up

just a teeny bit?

I mean, I got to live here.

You've got a one-way

ticket out.

Jesus, Braddock.

Watch it!

Whoa!

Oh, sh*t, Braddock.

We'll have the whole

damn police force after us.

How far is it

to the plane?

Uh, it's quite a ways

out of Bangkok.

No. It will be daylight

before we get there.

Hey, the boss is coming!

Don't hang around!

Why didn't you have

her going, man?

Let's go!

Come, come, come!

Are you sure this thing

will get off the ground?

Oh, relax, mother.

Sit back. Enjoy the ride.

It'll be just like Coney Island.

OK, Braddock...

are you gonna tell me

where we're going now?

As if I didn't know.

Along the coast.

Ganh Rai Bay.

We're gonna have to

skim the waves...

when we get there to

stay underneath their radar.

Hey, Braddock, you've

done some flying.

Why don't you take

the controls, eh?

Give me a rest.

Let's see if you can fly

as well as you can drive, eh?

It's been a long time.

Oh, you can do it.

I tell you...

it's a lot calmer up here...

than it is in your automobile.

You know, when we get

to the drop zone...

I'm gonna pull her

up into a climb...

and you'll have

about five seconds...

to make the drop before

I put her into a dive.

I'll need ten seconds.

Well, if you're a good boy,

I'll give you ten seconds.

Vietnam.

I never thought

I'd be coming back.

I guess we never really

can leave, can we?

Aw, come on.

Get your ass back there.

I'll take it.

OK, Braddock.

You got thirty seconds.

Good luck, mother.

See you in hell,

you crazy bastard.

Come on!

Let us each give thanks

in our own way.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Thank you, Father,

wise and good...

for home and friends

and daily food.

Bless, dear Lord,

the food we take...

and keep us all...

Oh, my God.

And keep us all home and safe.

Amen.

Please start without me.

I'll be right back.

Braddock.

How on earth did you get here?

Where's my wife?

She doesn't live very far.

Can you tell me

how to get there?

I'll take you there.

Here. Wear this.

There's a curfew.

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