- You're looking good, Dutch. - It's been a long time, General.
Come on inside.
18 hours ago, we lost a chopper... carrying a cabinet minister and his aide
from this charming little country.
We've got a transponder fixed on their position... about here.
This cabinet minister, does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?
Apparently, they strayed off course. We're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands.
So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?
Cos some damn fool accused you of being the best.
Dillon.
You son of a bitch.
What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils?
- Had enough? - Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.
- Never did know when to quit. - Damn good to see you, Dutch.
- What is this fucking tie business? - Forget about my tie.
I heard about that job you pulled off in Berlin. Very nice, Dutch.
- Good old days. - Yeah, like the good old days.
- Then how come you passed on Libya? - That wasn't my style.
You got no style, Dutch. You know that.
Come on. Why'd you pass?
We're a rescue team, not assassins.
Now, what we gotta do?
That cabinet minister is important to our scope of operations.
A couple of our friends are about to get squeezed and we can't let that happen.
We need the best. That's why you're here.
- Go on. - Simple setup. One-day operation.
We pick up their trail at the chopper, grab those hostages, and bounce back.
- What do you mean, "we"? - I'm goin' in with you, Dutch.
General, my team always works alone. You know that.
I'm afraid we all have our orders, Major.
Once you reach your objective, Dillon will evaluate the situation and take charge.
Delta One-Zero to Two Leader.
Rendezvous points and radio freqs are indicated and fixed.
- AWACS contact on four-hour intervals. - Who's our backup?
No such thing. This is a one-way ticket.
Once we cross that border, we're on our own.
This is getting better by the minute.
Billy!
Billy! The other day I went up to my girlfriend. I said,
"You know, I'd like a little pussy."
She said, "Me, too. Mine's as big as a house."
You see, she wanted a littler one cos hers was...
big as a house.
Get that stinkin' shit out of my face.
Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here.
This stuff'll make you a goddamn sexual tyrannosaurus,
just like me.
Strap this on your sore ass, Blain.
That was in '72. Me and Dutch both got one.
That's a real nasty habit you got there.
You got it, Leader.
Never knew how much I missed this, Dutch.
You never were that smart.
Hawkins, you're up.
Lines away.
The pilots have been shot in the head. Whoever hit it stripped the shit out of it.
- Took 'em out with a heat seeker. - There's something else, Major.
This is no ordinary army taxi.
It looks more like a surveillance bird to me.
- Pick up the trail yet? - Billy's on it.
Heat seeker, Dillon. Pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys.
I guess they're getting better equipped every day.
There were 12 guerrillas.
They took the two men from the helicopter, but there's something else.
- What do you mean? - Six men wearing US-issued army boots.
They came in from the north, and then they followed the guerrillas.
Mean anything to you?
Probably just another rebel patrol. They operate in here all the time.
Get ahead and see what you can find.
What's he got?
Same business. Guerrillas hauling two guys from the chopper,
followed by men with American equipment.
Do you remember Afghanistan?
Trying to forget it. Come on.
Holy mother of God.
Jim Hopper.
Mac, cut 'em down.
I knew these men.
Green Berets out of Fort Bragg. What the hell were they doing here?
I don't know, Dutch. This is inhuman.
Nobody told me there was an operation in this area.
- They shouldn't have been here. - Somebody sent them.
The guerrillas skinned them?
Why did they skin them?
Ain't no way for no soldier to die.
- What happened here, Billy? - Strange, Major.
There was a firefight.
They were shooting in all directions.
I can't believe Hopper walked into an ambush.
I don't believe he did.
I can't find a single track.
- It just doesn't make sense. - What about the rest of Hopper's men?
There's no sign, sir.
They never left here.
It's like they just disappeared.
Stick with the guerrilla trail. Let's get the hostages.
We move, five-metre spread. No sound.
It's time to let old painless out the bag.
Payback time.
You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world.
You give our position one more time, I'll bleed you, real quiet, and leave you here.
Got that?
Fuck you.
He killed one of the hostages. We move.
Mac, Blain - the nest.
Billy, Poncho - the guard. Hawkins, Dillon - backup.
As soon as they're set, I hit the fuel dump.
One down.
What the hell's he doin'?
What the fuck...?
Showtime, kid.
Target's the centre of the palapa.
Dutch, on your nine.
Get that mother.
Stick around.
Hostages inside.
Knock, knock.
I got 'em.
Hawkins, call in position and situation. Get Con Op on the hook.
You got it, Major.
Shit.
Mac. Any sign of the other hostage?
Found the other guy - he's dead, too - and the gear from the chopper.
But if they're Central American, I'm a goddamn Chinaman.
From the looks of it, our cabinet minister was CIA. Another thing, Major. We were lucky.
Other guys they waxed... were Russian military advisers.
Something pretty big was gonna happen here.
Good work, Mac. Clear the area. No traces.
Get the men ready to move.
Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.
- You're hit. You're bleedin', man. - I ain't got time to bleed.
You got time to duck?
This is goddamn beautiful.
Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get.
We got those bastards.
- We got 'em. - I think this is what you're looking for.
You set us up. It's all bullshit. All of it.
The cabinet minister, the whole business. Got us in here to do your dirty work.
We stopped a major invasion. In three days they'd have crossed the border.
- Why us? - Because nobody else could've pulled it off.
- You're pissed about the cover story. - So, what story did you hand to Hopper?
We've been looking for this place for months. My men were in that chopper when it got hit.
- Hopper went in and he disappeared. - He didn't disappear. He was skinned alive.
I had to get somebody who could crack these bastards.
So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meat grinder.
What happened to you, Dillon?
You used to be somebody I could trust.
I woke up.
Why don't you?
You're an asset,
an expendable asset,
and I used you to get the job done. Got it?
My men are not expendable.
And I don't do this kind of work.
Major, we stepped into some real shit here.
We've got guerrillas all over the place. Can't be more than one, two miles away.
- How much time? - Half an hour, maybe less.
- Tell Mac we move in five. - She goes with us. She's too valuable.
She'll give away our position any chance she gets. No deal.
You're still under orders, Major.
Now, you wanna make that call or should I?
She's your baggage. You fall behind and you're on your own.
This place is too hot for a pickup. They won't touch us till we get over the border.
Billy. Give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off.
The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east.
I wouldn't waste that on a broke-dick dog.
Not much choice.
Poncho, take lead. Double-time it.
Dillon.
Over here.
- Turn around. - Why?
Thanks.
Any time.
Billy.
The other day I was goin' down on my girlfriend.
I said to her, "Jeez, you've got a big pussy. Jeez, you've got a big pussy."
She said, "Why did you say that twice?" I said, "I didn't."
See, it was cos of the echo.
Over here.
Turn around.
Turn around. Over here.
Any time.
Goddamn.
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy.
I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man, but nothin' like this.
I hear you. This shit's somethin'.
Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.
Hey, a little taste of home.
You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt.
Come on. Stop sandbaggin' it. Now, get up.
Come on, get up. Would you get up?
Maybe you'd better put her on a leash, agent man.
Try it again... please.
What's got Billy so spooked?
Can't say, Major.
Been acting squirrely all morning.
That damn nose of his... it's weird.
What is it?
Billy...
What the hell is wrong with you?
There's something in those trees.
Do you see anything?
Up there.
Nothing.
What do you think?
I guess it's nothing, Major.
Please.
Billy, break left.
Mac, right.
- What the...? This isn't her blood. - What the hell'd you do to him?
Major... you'd better take a look at this.
Did you find Hawkins?
I...
I can't tell.
What in God's name...?
I think it's Hawkins.
- Where the hell is his body? - There's no sign of it.
Ask her what happened.
She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him.
Bullshit. That's not what she said.
- It doesn't make sense. - Those sappers have followed us...
They've been in front of us. This woman...
Hold it.
Hold it. Why didn't they take his radio or his weapon?
Why didn't she escape?
- Hopper. - What?
They did the same thing to Jim Hopper.
I want Hawkins' body found. Sweep pattern. Double back. 50 metres. Let's go.
Come on in, you fuckers.
Come on in.
Old painless is waitin'.
Sergeant.
Motherfucker.
- What happened? - I saw it.