Rambo: First Blood Part II Page #3

Oh no! Sh*t!

- I can't figure it. How did fall out?

- Does it matter?

Let's nail this sucker's ass...

he can't be far.

Look!

Looks like he wants to turn himself in.

There's one man is dead. lt's not my fault.

I don't want any more hurt.

Freeze!

Stay there and give yourself up!

But I didn't do anything!

I'm warning you, boy, don't make a move, I'll blow your head off!

I didn't do anything!

Cease fire!

Ward, God damn it, cease fire!

I think we hit him.

Let's get down there. Move

Sheriff to base, come in.

Go ahead, Will?

Lester, we're down in the gorge. Galt's dead alright.

Where the hell is that god damned chopper?

He won't come, Will. Says there's a storm heading your way.

I don't give a god damned what's on its way.

I want the chopper back here right now!

I don't want Galt's body out here all night.

You sure picked one hell of a guy to mess around with.

Just came over the Teletype a few minutes ago.

John Rambo is a Vietnam vet,

A Green Beret, Congressional medal of honor.

Guy's a war hero.

- Jesus, that freak?

- I knew there was something about that guy!

I double checked it, Will.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to do what told you to do.

Dod damn it. Get that chopper back here now, out.

A Green Beret!

War hero!

- That's great! That's just great!

- Shut your mouth!

What the hell's the matter with you guys?

He's one man... wounded.

Those Green Berets... they're real bad asses.

Why don't you let the State Police handle this?

Look at him! Goddammit!

Look. Look at him!

That's Art Galt, boy!

He and I were friends when your momma

was still wiping your nose!

Now he's dead. Because of that psycho out there! Now you listen good:

I'm gonna get that son of a b*tch and I'm gonna pin

that Congressional medal of honor to his liver.

And I'm gonna do it with you or without you.

We're closin' in, the scent's getting

stronger. - Keep your eyes open.

It's going to storm, that's all we need now!

Will, let's get out of here before it gets dark.

What's the matter, you afraid of the boogie man?

You god damned pansy.

Put your gun down, I'll show you who the pansy is.

Knock it off! Ward, move out! The fight is out here!

He's out there waiting for you.

Mitch, get on your feet and move!

Go find this guy for Chrissakes!

Keep your eyes open!

See you later, Ward!

- Shut up, Mitch.

There he is!

Let them dogs loose, Orval!

Go get em sweethearts!

There's your dinner

Cease fire!

Goddammit I'm hit!

Jesus, he's got a gun.

That's not him, it's a God damned scarecrow.

No scarecrow that shot Orville, he's close.

Kill him! Go get him!

Go get him, Maggie!

Mitch, Ward, come here!

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