Braddock Missing in Action III Page #4

Usually, we use people

who are...

a little bit taller.

I have tested

many before, Braddock...

and no one has lasted

even an hour.

Maybe you can be the first, eh?

I'll do whatever you want.

Just let the boy go.

You will do what I want anyways.

Well done.

Well done, Colonel Braddock.

You are every bit as tough

as your reputation.

I like that.

You have not disappointed

me, Braddock.

No!

This has gone on long enough.

No!

Van!

I'm in here!

Come on! Come on!

Can you make it?

Yeah.

Go to the mission.

What's wrong?

What are you doing?

Where is Braddock?

I don't know where

Braddock is, General.

You lie, priest. You lie!

We know you helped Braddock!

I? You must be mistaken.

You lie!

Perhaps a change

of environment...

will help you

to think more clearly!

Take him!

Please, no.

I can't leave my children.

They need me!

Of course!

I would not want

to separate you...

from your half-breed

American bastard children!

Take them all!

Priest, your new home

will be Olaha prison!

Don't! Don't!

Don't!

No! No!

Stop!

Stop!

Kids! In the truck!

Van!

Where's the Reverend?

I know! I get him, Braddock!

Come on, Reverend.

Thank God, Braddock!

Protect yourself!

Reverend, get the kids

out of here!

Out! Hurry! Hurry!

We must get away

from the truck!

Hurry up, Braddock! Here!

Get down, Reverend!

It's OK.

Ninety kilometers to the border.

You don't expect

these children...

to walk ninety kilometers!

I don't expect

a damn thing, Reverend.

But walk or crawl,

we're gonna make it.

Come on, kids.

Come on, Reverend.

Braddock...

Braddock...

the children are dead tired.

We must stop to rest.

Please, Braddock.

They are not very strong.

Wait here.

Reverend. Reverend!

Bring the kids.

Hurry.

Come. Come, children.

Quiet. Be quiet.

Come, children. Hurry. Hurry.

Come, children.

Be careful. Be careful.

Don't hurt yourselves.

Come.

Go. Go.

Come on, kids. Hurry!

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up!

Thomas!

Hurry!

Sit down and hold on.

Damn it.

Braddock, get back, you bastard!

Come on!

Hold on!

Braddock! I will kill you...

and I will burn

those filthy children!

Hold on.

Oh, my God.

Get back there

with the kids, Reverend.

It's gonna get rough.

It's going to get rough.

Mayday. Mayday.

This is

Colonel James Braddock...

calling American Military

Assistance Command.

Come in.

Mayday. Mayday.

Here. Take a seat.

Mayday. Mayday.

This is Colonel Braddock.

I'm in a crippled C-47.

I have a planeload

of Amerasian children.

Losing fuel.

I'm approximately eighty miles

east of the Thai border.

If anyone can hear me,

please transfer this message...

to the American Military

Assistance Command.

Is everyone OK back there?

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