First Blood

Excuse me, can you tell me

if Delmare Berry lives here?

He's not here.

Go in.

He's a friend of mine, he wrote

the address for me himself.

In here.

See? That's Delmare's handwriting.

This place is hard to find.

That's his writing.

- Yes, we're friends.

I'm John Rambo.

We were together in Vietnam.

Maybe he mentioned me.

I'Ve got a photo of us both.

Somewhere.

All this junk in my pocket!

Here... here it is.

That's me, that's Danforth,

Westmore, Bronson, Ortega,

and at the back is Delmare.

He had to stand at the back,

or he'd haVe filled the whole picture.

- Delmare's gone.

When's he coming back?

- He died.

What?

He died last summer.

How?

Cancer.

Must haVe got it in Vietnam.

From the orange stuff

they sprayed around there.

He weighed nothing at the end,

I could lift him out of bed like that!

I'm real sorry.

Morning Amy! How are you, girls?

- Fine, thanks. - Everything OK?

Andy!

- Hi, Will!

Morning, Dave. - Hi, Sheriff.

- Gonna take a bath this week?

Morning!

You're visiting someone here?

No.

With the flag on your jacket

And the way you look

You're heading for trouble here, buddy.

Are you going north or south?

- North.

Jump in, I'll show you the way.

Where are you heading?

- Portland.

But Portland's in the south.

Can I eat here some place?

Is there any law against me eating here?

- Yeah, my law.

Why are you pushing me?

What did you say?

I didn't do anything.

First of all,

I ask the questions here, OK?

And second:
We don't want people

like you here in our town.

Drifters.

Before you know it there's a whole pile

of people like you. That's why!

Besides, you wouldn't like it here,

it's a quiet place.

Some would even call it boring.

But we like it that way.

I get paid to keep it like that.

Boring.

Straight on for Portland.

Want some friendly advice?

Get your hair cut and take a bath.

Then you'll avoid trouble.

Hope the ride helped you out.

HaVe a nice day!

Where the hell are you going?

I'm talking to you, goddammit!

Show me your I.D.!

You're under arrest!

Hands on the car.

Hands on the car, legs apart!

I said hands on the car!

It's up to you how you do it!

Legs back.

Back!

You try to be nice!

So what have we got here?

What d'you want with a knife like this?

- For hunting.

Smartass! What d'you hunt with a knife?

- Everything.

Hey, Will.

- Lester.

Let us in.

- Apropos scum of the earth!

Just a smartass and drifter.

Morning, Arthur.

- Morning, Will. What you got there?

Booked for Vagrancy, resisting arrest

and concealing a weapon.

He says he hunts with it.

- What d'you hunt? Elephants?

And clean him up a little.

He stinks like an animal!

Hey, Mitch.

Take the young man downstairs.

- Sure, Mr. Galt. This way, buddy.

OK, in here.

Old Leroy takes 10 years to paint

this hall! - Do it yourself!

Come on, Leroy, throw the paint on!

- Mr. Ward,

Take these.

- Thanks.

Name?

Your name

If you're looking for trouble

you're in the right place!

Wait.

I'll break your head!

He means it.

Yeah, I do.

What d'you say, the guy's a soldier!

Rambo.

John J.?

You're gonna talk.

I swear, soldier.

I don't think I like you.

Not at all!

I'll check his details,

Run his name oVer the telex.

Now roll it oVer there.

Roll it oVer!

Press it on. - Not like that,

it'll smear. Roll it oVer!

Put your hand on there, a**hole,

or I'll break it off!

Put it on there, dammit!

- What the hell's going on down here?

Everything under control.

He won't haVe his fingerprints taken.

LeaVe the ink on!

What's your problem?

Looks like you're going to jail

for 90 days!

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