Rambo The Complete Collector's Set

Let's keep those hammers working.

Rambo!

Let's go.

How are you, Johnny?

Good.

That's all.

John, I'm sorry they sent you to such a hellhole.

I've seen worse.

Yeah, you have, haven't you...

John, I told you that I'd help you when I could.

Are you interested?

You can't possibly wanna stay here for another five years.

In here at least, I know where I stand.

Just hear me out first.

A covert operation is being geared up in the Far East.

Your name was dug out of computer as one of

three most able to complete the mission.

Mission?

Recon for POWs in Nam.

Why now? Why me?

The prison camp you escaped from in '71 is the target area.

Nobody knows that terrain better than you do.

The risk factor is very high.

You'd be temporarily reinstated in the Forces,

and if the mission's successful,

there may be a presidential pardon.

You interested?

Yeah.

Good...good. I'll get the necessary clearance.

The next time we meet, it will be in Thailand

with the Special Ops designate who runs the operation.

Yes, Sir.

- All clear? - Yes.

John, I want you to know that I did what I could to keep you outta here.

I know.

Yeah.

Sir?

Do we get to win this time?

This time, it's up to you...

That'll be all.

How you doin', Rambo? I'm Ericson.

Why don't we make it over to the hangar?

You're the chosen one, huh?

You made a helluva rep' for yourself in Nam!

Anyway, I'm glad to be workin' with you.

This place may not be heaven, but at least you're out of the joint!

He's here.

- Morning, John. - Sir.

This is Marshal Murdock. He's in charge of Special Operations from Wahington.

Thank you, Colonel.

Rambo, been looking forward to meeting you.

How was your trip? No problems?

No.

Except for the damned heat, right?

Never felt anything like it!

Come on in, let's get down to business!

I was glancing over your files.

Makes some pretty interesting reading!

Rambo, John J., born 7.6.47,

Bowie, Arizona, of Indian-German descent.

That's a helluva combination!

Joined the army 8.6.64,

accepted special forces, specialization: light weapons.

Cross-trained as medic. Helicopter and language qualified.

59 confirmed kills, 2 silver stars, 4 bronze, 4 Purple Hearts,

distinguished service cross, and Medal of Honor.

You got around, didn't ya?

Incredible!

Rambo, you're probably aware that there's almost 2.500 Americans

still Missing In Action in South-East Asia.

Most of these boys are presumed killed,

but to the legal families, Congress and lots of Americans,

it's still a very emotional issue.

Gimme something cold, please!

Rambo, you certainly don't know as much about me as I do you.

I've honched with the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marines, in Kon Tum in '66.

I lost a lot of good men, so I know what you and every vet feels now.

Maybe the government didn't care,

maybe certain segments of the population didn't care,

but my committee cares.

So what his commitee needs is

exclusive proof that Americans are being held.

Once done, rest sure we'll get 'em back.

Now, if there's any of our men at this POW target camp,

you'll confirm their presence by taking photographs.

Photographs?

Just photographs.

Under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy.

I'm supposed to leave'em there?

I repeat: do not engage the enemy.

Phase 2, Delta Force assault team led by Colonel Trautman

will handle the extraction.

Okay?

Anyway, I'd just like to say that I feel with your participation,

this mission has a better than average chance

to succeed where others have failed.

I'll meet you both in the operations center in one hour.

From Thailand, across Laos, into the mountains of Vietnam, to the drop zone.

You'll be flying a ceiling of 250 feet when you bail out.

- Think you can handle it? - I'll try.

Since you're going in solo,

you'll have to rely on more equipment than you ever used before.

And use it!

What I'm sayin' is don't try the blood-and-guts routine.

Let technology do most of the work.

John, I want you to try to forget the war.

Remember the mission.

The old Vietnam's dead.

Sir, I'm alive, it's still alive, ain't it?

You may find this hard to believe, but all this is for you!

Impressed?

Besides modern computer devices you can see here,

you'll be issued every other modern piece

of equipment we have to ensure your safety.

Rambo, you can feel totally safe because we have the

most advanced weapons in the world available to us.

I've always believed that the mind's the best weapon.

Times change.

For some people.

Don't let me interrupt you, Colonel.

Upon insertion, call in to base camp on Transat.

Then proceed to Point Hawk September to rendezvous with the ground contact:

indigenous agent Co Bao.

Is he listening?

Indigenous agent Co Bao.

Colonel!

Are you sure he's still not unbalanced from the war?

We can't afford to have him involved in this mission,

he might crack under the pressure in that hell!

Pressure?

Let me just say that Rambo is the best combat vet I've ever seen.

A pure fighting machine with only a desire to win a war that someone else lost.

If winning means he has to die, he'll die. No fear, no regrets.

And...one more thing:

What you choose to call "Hell", he calls home!

Stand by! Start A.P.U.!

D minus 20.

D minus 5.

You got 36 hours to get the hell in and out.

So don't stop to smell the roses, okay?

Yeah.

If you run into any trouble, try to get to the

hilltop extraction site marked on your map.

Ready to roll, Colonel.

- Good luck, son. - Thanks.

Let's go!

Remember Murdock said he'd been with the 2nd Battalion,

third Marines in Kon Tum in '66?

Yeah.

The 2nd Battalion was at Kud Sank.

You're the only one I trust.

- Think he'll find someone? - POWs? Doubtful.

But there's people to satisfy,

questions that have to be answered.

You don't sound too emotional about it...

It wasn't my war, Colonel.

I'm just here to clean up the mess!

AWACS two-five has acquired.

They're holding timeline.

Affirmative, Wolf Den. Over.

Back in the badlands, my man!

Stand by your position!

- Insertion in 15 seconds. - Partytime!

Five seconds!

Four...

Three...

Two...

Jumper away.

Shit, what's happening?

A turbulence! He's hung up!

He'll be torn apart!

Condition Red! He's hung up!

- What do you mean he's hung up? - What's happening?

He's being dragged!

Lifer cut him loose!

I can't free him!

Ericson, abort the mission! Pull out.

That'll kill him! He'll be torn apart!

He's cutting away his equipment.

He's out!

Come in here, this is Dragonfly one. Do you read me, over?

Dragonfly one, come in, I read you.

- Any visual bearing by flares? - Negative. We didn't see anything.

Maybe the smartest thing to do is to abort the mission

right now before there's any more complications.

I mean who could've survived something like that?

He deserves the benefit of the doubt.

He's got 36 hours to complete the mission,

and reach the extraction point.

- We owe him that. - Of course, we do!

But understand something now: in 36 hours, we pull out!

Rambo!

You did not expect a woman, no?

We'd better go.

We go to river. How come you so late?

Got hung up.

I have arranged boat to take us down river. Old ways not safe.

You come a long way, Rambo, to see empty camp.

You're using pirates?

Best way down river. Not get army suspicious.