First Blood Page #3

Will, let's go before it gets dark.

Afraid of the black man, you pansy?

I'll show you who's the pansy!

Stop it! Ward, get away! The fight's

out here! He's waiting for you

Mitch, get up and get moving!

Find the guy, for Chrissakes!

And keep your eyes open!

See you later, Ward!

- Shut up, Mitch.

There he is!

Let them go, Orval!

There's your dinner, sweethearts!

Hold fire!

I got hit, goddammit!

He's got a gun.

That's a damned scarecrow.

That was no scarecrow shooting.

He's here!

Kill him! Get him!

Get him, Maggie!

Mitch, Ward, come here!

Shingleton, give us cover.

Look at his leg! - Mitch, make a

tourniquet with your belt.

He needs a doctor!

- Do it! Where's the first-aid box?

I let it in the car. Where did he

get the gun? - From Galt.

Got no more bullets. - How d'you know?

- The dog wasn't killed by a bullet.

Orval, listen. You have to stay awake.

Release the tourniquet every 15 minutes.

We'll get him. He has no more bullets.

He shouldn't have kiled my sweetheart!

Get that son of a b*tch!

OK, listen everyone.

We'Ve got him. We'll walk

in one row, 50 feet apart.

Don't stop, then he can't escape.

OK, the hunt is on.

Hunt?

We're not hunting him, he's hunting us!

Spread out, dammit!

I said 50 feet apart!

I hate this!

Will, it's Mitch!

Who is it?

What's up here?

- Shut up!

He's got Ward.

Spread out, I'll go this way.

Who's shooting there?

Who's shooting there?

- I got him!

Shingleton, follow me!

I got him!

Help me!

Help me, Will!

Balford? Where the hell are you?

Shingleton, over here!

Easy now.

- Get me out of here!

Shingleton, where the hell are you?

I could have killed them all.

And you too.

In town you're the law, here I am.

Don't push it.

Don't push it, or I'll give you a war

you won't believe.

Let it go.

Let it go.

Get back, people!

How bad is the situation? Captain...

That's the only positiVe thing about it,

it's good for business.

The reporters are drinking the town dry.

Looks like you've had it.

Go home. Now it's my problem.

Your problem? DaVe, don't give me that

damned jurisdiction thing, OK?

Shall I go out?

- Finish the job.

Somewhere on this mountain,

probably aboVe the snow line

and surrounded by fog

the fugitive, John Rambo, is hiding.

The state police and the national guard

are being mobilized right now.

The local authorities have so far been

unable to explain where the

Ex Green Beret got the weapons

he used to kill a deputy sheriff

And wound 6 others. They only surviVed

thanks to their police training.

They say the fugitive will be

caught in the next few hours.

Your maps.

Will, there's something you should know.

Let's talk later.

What is it, Lester? Spit it out!

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