Strike Commando

The wire is too dense. Yeah.

Get down.

That was close.

Relax, it's time.

It's getting tight.

It was tight to begin with.

They still got seven minutes to go.

- For months I've been waiting to get that goddamn depot,

and I don't wanna take no risks.

You've no need to worry, Colonel Radek.

Where your Air Force has failed, my Strike Commandos won't.

They'll see you through.

That's it. Thank you.

You know, when I used to steal watermelon down in Alabama,

I used to have to climb fences, not cut them.

Shut up and pass the shears.

The charge.

Are the mains hooked up, Sambello?

- All set. - Get down.

Okay, let's move.

He's coming around again.

Christ, he never stops.

Ready?

Okay, now.

Just say the word, sir.

Four minutes yet, sir.

Yeah.

He's cheating.

Three minutes, Major.

- You're only here as an observer, Colonel.

So this time it will be Ransom who will give us the signal.

He's a pro. No point in fretting.

Two minutes, Colonel.

Shit.

Hold on, you.

- Major, the depot at all costs, remember? At all costs.

Hit it.

What happened, Mike?

I don't know. Let's get out of here.

Sambello! Dirty sons of bitches!

Shit!

Oh God. They're all dead.

That's the risk they ran.

- They had another minute to go.

- The mission, Major. Above all, the mission.

Your team did an excellent job.

The Strike Commandos will always be remembered.

They were heroes.

The American talked in his sleep.

Like someone who's shouting.

If I be a man, could I be a soldier like him?

Go to sleep now.

You haven't been to your bed since you brought him.

Oh, no. I must watch over him.

I wanna be there when he wakes up.

He must know that it was I who saved him.

Who knows if this soldier

could be the man that we need.

Father Francois said "Pray, Le Duc, for a miracle to happen."

He may very well be the answer to our prayer.

- Our contacts tell me he belonged to a very special force.

Perhaps his own commander is searching for him,

and can do nothing to locate him.

It's no good for us to get in touch.

If the Russians know we are keeping an American soldier here

they will make a lot of trouble for us.

They will destroy the whole village.

They will do what they did

when they destroyed the church of Father Francois.

Remember that.

I don't know what you're saying.

The fact is, I'm very confused.

I keep hearing his words,

what Father Francois said to us, what he taught us.

To love all people in the same way, friend or enemy.

But how are we supposed to love those bastards

who would destroy our village?

What's happening?

Where did you pick him up?

Stop, don't kill him.

- Make sure he's secure. We'll worry about his life later.

We have to be alert.

Maybe he and the others were not alone.

His life will depend upon the American.

I only hope the sight of blood doesn't shock him.

- Yes, well, when he wakes up we will find out.

But you have already condemned the prisoner, so why bother.

- I like the American. He's American, our savior.

He's American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

Go to him.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

American. American.

You are American. You are our master.

Kill him.

Listen to me. Kill him.

Stop it.

A filthy prisoner, kill him.

He is the evil you must destroy.

He's the enemy, fine.

But now you've defeated him and he's your prisoner.

Why should I shoot an unarmed marked man in cold blood?

All that is evil must be wiped out.

That man is a demon, and I never take a demon as a prisoner.

He's your enemy, American. He hates and he kills.

He's the devil. We want you to kill this evil.

No.

They're disappointed. You failed them.

They were hoping you would be their savior.

Savior?

- 'Cause you're American. It's a great power.

They knew you'd come sooner or later.

That's why your gesture,

your humanity towards the enemy, has let them down.

This place is so-

It was a place of worship not long ago.

Now only violence reigns here.

Founded by Father Francois, a truly wonderful man.

Would you like a drop of this?

No, thank you.

- It's not bourbon, but it gives you the feeling.

You enjoy it, old man.

Thank you.

We´ve been under constant attack here.

Every day the Vietcong.

The women abused. The men deported or killed.

That is until the arrival of the Russians.

- The Russians? What the hell you talking about, old man?

- Two officers, monsieur. A man and a woman.

And the man is the incarnation of Lucifer.

It was he who killed Father Francois.

They call him Jakoda.

- All right then. I'll take some, but I can't take all of you.

The old and the sick ones are gonna have to stay behind.

Then when I get to the American lines,

I'll send back some choppers,

and pick up the rest of you, okay?

Okay. You take this, it's your gun.

And you take this.

Let's go.

- American. American. - Bye.

All right, keep moving, go on. Go on.

All right, keep moving, keep moving.

Come on, come on, move. - Hurry, hurry.

- I don't see anybody. - What?

American. Look a radio.

If it works you can contact your people.

If it works, you're very lucky.

They're almost indestructible.

- You look like a bunch of ruptured ducks.

Move it, Private.

- Colonel sir, I'm getting Ransom, from Strike Command.

- You what? What the hell you talking about?

Really am, sir. Michael Ransom.

He's using Code Four. Bad signal.

Comes and goes. Hard to tell where he's calling from, sir.

Answer, God dammit.

I'm getting him.

- Strike One to SAT Eagle. Strike One to SAT Eagle.

I'm in the blue zone.

About 20 clicks east of Old Delta point.

- Gotcha, Strike One. Where are the rest of you?

- The rest of Strike Command demands vengeance.

Sarafinnian, Sambello, Kain, Dirty.

What the hell you saying, Ransom?

They all demand justice.

Requesting security clearance

for a George C. Harriman on 18-409-5. Confirm, please.

Clearance granted,

Major George C. Harriman on 18-409-5.

General Stanley Scott. US Destroyer Humboldt.

- This has turned into a very serious situation indeed, Major.

And if the news should leak,

it'd be a severe blow for the morale of my troops.

- A detachment of our finest men from Special Services

has been annihilated because of an impetuous idiotic order.

Men like Radek are a menace to our troop, sir.

- Colonel Radek is your superior officer, Major.

In war, an order is never questioned,

and God forbid, in the contrary.

Even at the cost of many lives?

The backbone of our strength,

has always been the freedom of our commanders,

on land and at sea, to make their own decisions.

Had High Command ever interfered with this freedom,

we wouldn't have had such men as Patton or Pershing,

and even further back in our history, Sharon or Lee.

You will not submit a report on this, Harriman.

Afterwards, we'll see.

- And meanwhile Radek is free to do as he damn pleases

to a Strike Commando?