Robowar - Robot da guerra (1988) - full transcript
A clone/mix of PREDATOR, RAMBO, and ROBOCOP gone nuts jungle flick with an international cast, exotic locale and good electronic music.
(helicopter whirring)
- Get us out of here, it's
no longer under control.
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- Omega One depends on
a central memory bank.
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- It must be its central memory bank.
- [Pilot] Take a look
at the landing stripe,
and the camera, any damage?
- [Copilot] Doesn't seem so.
- [Pilot] The circuit has gone haywire.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target fire.
(artillery firing)
(dramatic electronic music)
- [Dispatch] Black Eagle,
insert diagnosis circuit.
- They're completely blown!
What the hell is going on here?
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- We're not gonna make it.
- Mayday, mayday, Black Eagle to base,
do you read, over!
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search.
(digital vocalizing)
(artillery firing)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(explosion booming)
- [Dispatch] Switch is
jammed, change frequencies.
We have radio contact
with you now, Black Eagle,
but your diagnosis check
is not manifest on screen.
Give us verbal run down.
- Link ups are not responding!
Circuits are blowing one by one!
We're drifting, everything is out,
sensors, gauges, the works!
Everything!
- [Dispatch] Makes no sense, Black Eagle.
We pick up no malfunctions from here.
(digital vocalizing)
(dramatic electronic music)
(explosion booming)
(artillery firing)
(artillery firing)
(explosions booming)
The Omega One prototype
Is performing its program, Black Eagle.
- There must be a breakdown
In its main memory bank.
- [Dispatch] Hit it with a radar signal.
- All our signal functions
are out, and besides,
Omega One hasn't responded.
We have lost control,
repeat, we have lost control.
- [Dispatch] Hang in there,
we'll do a backwards check
on Omega One's communications log.
- Hurry, for Christ sake!
- [Dispatch] Keep radio contact.
Give us visual break down,
your position every 60 seconds.
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive,
on target, on target,
on target, fire, fire!
(helicopter exploding)
- [Officer] Here we have
Corporal Neil Corey,
expert heavy weapons, top marksman rating.
(slide clicking)
Private Larry Guarino,
crack reconnaissance man,
known as Diddy, and Diddy Bop.
(slide clicking)
Ex Vietnam medical officer, Alfred Bray,
dubbed Papa Doc.
(slide clicking)
Sunny Feel, martial arts expert.
His friends call him Blood.
(slide clicking)
Nung Quo, forward scout and point taker,
renamed Quang, carryover
from the Vietnam campaign.
(slide clicking)
And this is our coordinator,
Major Murphy Black.
- [Mascher] Ah, yeah.
- [Officer] Multi-decorated field officer,
better known as Kill Zone.
- Why do they have nicknames?
- You should know what
the group is called, BAM.
- BAM?
- Big ass motherfuckers.
- Sort of like get to it and
go get fucked like in 'Nam.
- They're professionals,
Mascher, the best,
anti-guerilla experts, they know the area,
and they're your best bet
for finding our lost friend,
Omega One.
- Hmm.
- What do you intend
to do about Omega One?
- Just find him, and neutralize him.
We'll worry about the rest later.
- What about these BAM soldiers of yours?
- We'll have to keep them in the dark.
We'll pass you off as the
mission's technical advisor,
but they must never learn the whole truth,
before or after.
- So, what when they find
him, they'll know then?
- That's my problem.
You just worry about getting
your part of the job done, clear?
- All right, sir.
(hard rock music)
♪ Pick it up ♪
JANA IS
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
(humming)
(blowing)
- [Diddy] We're only about
10 minutes away, Murphy.
- In approximately three
hours we'll be in Batu Batu.
Listen, between you and me, pal,
where you're going, that's god
forsaken for all it's worth.
- The ways of the lord are infinite.
You've read the bible, haven't you?
(groaning)
(hard rock music on radio)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Said I'm gonna be with you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- Fuck it, Diddy.
Quit moving around like
you're jerking off.
You're making me sea sick.
(laughing)
- [Diddy] Uh, may I curry the energy?
(inhaling)
- Drug addicts and fags,
I bet they got AIDS too, huh Quang?
- If you're looking for kicks, Peel,
you could always kiss my white ass.
(laughing)
- Okay guys, now it's up to you.
I'll see you here in exactly three days.
- What if there's a delay?
- I'll cruise out to sea from
the disembarkation point,
for two days, those are the orders.
- Affirmative.
- Hi, Mascher.
- So, what's the mission?
- Simple, we have to beach two rafts.
Think you can handle that?
- Beach where?
- An island, not far from here.
We're not expecting too
much resistance, so--
- What's this we?
- Well, I'm coming with you.
- Sorry pal, my men and I work alone.
General Jackson knows that damn well.
- Look.
You've got your orders, and I got mine.
- I don't like this
business, I don't like you.
- You don't have to like me,
you have to work with me.
- You know what this mission is all about?
And you're not saying, right?
(suspenseful music)
- [Neil]] Cut down, Mascher.
- [Murphy] All right, you guys
take out the rest of that gear!
- Hey, listen.
- [Neil]] Let's haul ass,
guys, or I'll blow it out.
- All right, what is it?
- Well, you gotta make sure
you call base every four hours.
All meeting points, frequencies are final.
- What's the possibility of back up?
- I'm your backup, one way ticket.
- Well, you know what they say,
life's a bitch, then you die.
What the hell's that?
- My accessories.
(gun cocking)
There.
- Quang, take out the point!
Corey, Guarino, rear guard,
rest, fall in behind me.
Move out!
- I think he said to move out.
- Let's go.
(dramatic electronic music)
(animals chittering)
- Hey, it's nice here,
like back home in Alabama up here.
- [Diddy] Up yours!
(laughing)
Move along, Doc!
You walk like a ruptured duck.
- [Arthur] Huh?
I feel like one.
- [Neil] You're doing fine, Doc,
don't listen to that ginny bastard.
- [Arthur] Thank you.
- [Diddy] Fuck you!
- [Neil] You're welcome.
- [The Hunter] Retreat, dot dash dash,
enemy sighted, moving target.
Track and search.
(garbled speaking)
- Huh?
What is it?
- Shh, do you see Quang?
- Of course.
- When he takes point, that means danger.
(dramatic music)
- Where?
- There.
- Peel!
(screaming)
(gun firing)
- Whoever it was, it ain't no more.
- Let's move out.
(spitting)
(dramatic music)
- Shit, man.
I couldn't done all that.
- 'Course not.
Can't you see he's been dead for days?
- [Diddy] Looks more like years.
- Sweet mother of mercy.
Can't you smell that stink?
Lordy lordy, his guts
have been all scooped out.
This is really weird.
- It was a guerilla.
- [Peel] Poor bastard.
- [Murphy] This is
what's left of his rifle.
- [Peel] Good god.
- [Murphy] You tell me,
is this an auspicious
start to our mission?
- Murphy!
Sniper, half a click ahead.
I saw a glint in the trees.
There.
- All right, let's go, with me.
Down!
- There, go on.
- [Peel] Oh dear.
- [Diddy] Peekaboo.
- [Mascher] Did you spot him?
- Uh huh.
- I can see it.
I can see the son of a bitch.
- Where?
Where is he?
- Just follow my line of fire,
and you can't go wrong, baby.
- I'll take care of that little mother.
- Hmm, he's mine.
(guns firing)
Hold it, he's dead.
(body thumping)
- [Peel] Holy shit, this
one's been gutted, too.
- [Diddy] He's putrefied
like the other one.
Yet, we saw him move.
- His weapon is still up there.
- I'll go.
- Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
- [Diddy] Oh, Christ.
(suspenseful rock music)
(eerie ambient warbling)
(eerie ambient warbling)
(animals hooting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
- Bray!
Goddammit, get me out!
God that hurts!
(screaming)
Bray!
- Give me a hand here.
Hold him.
- [Peel] No, don't touch it!
Let Papa Doc!
- Take it easy, Peel.
(Blood screaming)
(groaning)
- It's a budgie.
Oh those sneaky little bastards.
They're using the same
techniques as a Charlie.
- Easy man, easy.
Old Papa Doc's gonna patch you up,
make you strut real good.
- Ah quit your bellyaching, Peel.
Look at it this way.
Now we all gotta smell your
feet, and they ain't gardenias.
- Just let me get my hands
on that motherfucker.
I swear to god, just for one minute.
- Where's Quang?
- Shit.
- Uh huh.
- [Diddy] Go ahead.
- Take it easy.
- Now what?
- There's something in there.
- I don't see anything in it.
- I'm gonna go check it out.
You stay here and say your
name every 30 seconds.
- You're gonna leave me here by myself?
- Just obey orders!
Remember, every 30 seconds.
- Every 30 seconds, huh?
Okay.
Fuck yourself.
(suspenseful electronic music)
(birds cawing)
(grunting)
(sizzling)
(bird squawking)
(bird squawking)
- It is not guerilla technique,
because they kill their own men, Major,
and that is not true.
- Why are they all hacked up?
- It is strange, Major.
It look like an ambush.
They shoot in all directions.
- Doesn't make any sense.
- It is scary.
There are no isolated tracks.
He's a ghost or a very special man.
- Bastards!
I'm gonna get you for this.
Doesn't take a fucking PhD
to realize you've got it in for me.
(digital vocalizing)
Who's there?
Show yourself or I'll shoot!
(gun cocking)
(digital vocalizing)
You gotta pay for this.
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target.
Track and search.
- Black?
Black, is that you?
You incredible shithead, show yourself!
(digital vocalizing)
It's you!
(beeping)
(digital vocalizing)
Black!
- What was that sound?
What happened?
- You wanted me to get killed
back there, didn't you?
- Just answer the question.
- A guerilla attacked me.
But I'm alive.
- Major, come take a look!
Did you do that?
- What the hell?
Take a man with a sledgehammer to do that.
(sizzling)
Damn, that's hot!
Jesus.
(suspenseful electronic music)
How's the leg doing, Peel?
- [Peel] It's fucked, but
I've been through worse.
- [Neil]] It'd be nice if we knew
what the hell we were looking for.
- [Diddy] I don't think
there's an answer to that.
We're stalking something.
- Yeah, Quang's ass.
- [Mascher] Quiet!
Stalking what?
- [Arthur] I don't know.
Does it make any difference?
- What is it?
- Vibration, someone there.
- I don't see anybody.
- [Quang] Quang feels vibrations.
- Yeah, right.
And his balls began to tingle and jingle.
(laughing)
(suspenseful rock music)
(speaking foreign language)
What are you, a psychic?
- Shut up.
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
- They're running them
down like jackrabbits.
What do we do, Major?
- Look, we are not supposed to do anything
except carry out this mission.
- I say let's get ready for clean kill.
- [Mascher] What does that mean?
- It means you better duck, shithead,
"cause we're gonna start
settling some accounts here.
(speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
- [Virgin] Oh God!
Oh God!
- I bet one of these assholes
is the practical joker who set the trap.
(speaking in foreign language)
Hey, asshole!
(screaming)
(guns firing)
- [Virgin] No!
(screaming)
(speaking foreign language)
- One!
- I kill her!
(woman whimpering)
- Two!
- I kill her!
- Three.
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
(digital vocalizing)
Incoming, get outta here!
Come here!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, receive,
fire, fire, fire.
(vehicles exploding)
- What the hell?
There must be more of them,
and they're well-armed.
- Could it be maybe a machine?
- What about her?
We can't leave her here.
- There is no way that she can come along.
She's dead weight.
- Listen asshole, I'm in command here,
and the girl is coming with us.
Quang, take the point,
all right, move out!
Come along.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(distant digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive.
Enemy elevation prohibits, receive.
Standard drop in frequency, receive.
Targets entered, receive,
on target, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
On target, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(frogs croaking)
- Shit man, I've seen some
heavy greens in my time,
but this sure takes the cake.
- Yeah, it's like collard green stew.
If you get caught in it,
you never get out of it man.
- Damn right.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Thank you.
- So where are you coming from?
- We were coming from
the hospital in San Pedro
when we heard about what happened.
- What did happen?
- You don't know?
I thought that's why you came here.
The entire village of Coronada
was razed down to the ground.
Everyone was killed,
the women, the children.
There's no one left.
- Who were those men chasing you?
- I don't know.
But there's something really
weird going on in this region.
- Why did you put a hospital here?
- About two years ago, there
was a cholera epidemic.
We were sent here as a group
of volunteers for the UN.
Now they're all dead.
There's no one left.
Only me.
- [Murphy] You're all right.
(suspenseful music)
- [Arthur] You okay, Peel?
- [Peel] Yeah, all right man.
(grunting)
- [Murphy] Oh, where are we?
- [Peel] That's a good guess.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target
fishing, target fishing.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive, receive.
(animals calling)
- Is this San Pedro?
- It's what's left of it.
- Yeah, and it's crawling
with fucking maniacs
ready to blow our heads off.
So what do we do now, Major?
- Major, this is not our mission.
I suggest we keep moving.
None of our fucking business here.
- Corey, Guarino, take out the guards.
Move out.
- Major, I said that this is not--
- Peel!
- Now shut your fucking
face, you cocksucker.
- You're pushing it, Mascher.
You get the message?
(suspenseful rock music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(groaning)
- [Diddy] Ah shut up, damn you.
- Guarino got one.
(humming)
(groaning)
All right, get ready to rock and roll.
Quang, take the point.
Move out.
Doc, you watch the girl.
And Mascher, you're next.
Stay outta the way.
Peel, take rear guard.
- We'll just sit tight, honey,
and squeeze.
- Huh.
- [Diddy] Hey, buckwheat.
(groaning)
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Sorry.
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(explosion booming)
(guns firing)
(men shouting)
(laughing)
- Yeah.
(yelling)
(speaking foreign language)
(gasping)
(gun firing)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- [Diddy] What are you gonna do, Quang,
when it's all over?
(explosion booming)
(speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
- [Quang] Same thing
we're going to do now.
Come on.
(laughing)
- Gonna die!
(screaming)
(guns firing)
(men shouting)
- Damn it, you scared the shit out of me.
Cut that out.
Easy.
(grunting)
(grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
(laughing)
- [Peel] Heads up.
(explosion booming)
- [Murphy] Easy does it, one at a time.
(screaming)
- [Diddy] Hey, where are you going?
(gun firing)
(men groaning)
(screaming)
- Here.
(grunting)
Don't move.
- Let's go.
- Damn good job.
All right, let's make a
clean sweep of the area.
- [Virgin] Where are they?
Where are the children?
The children!
- Stay outta there!
Shit!
All right, Peel, cover our ass.
Follow me!
- [Peel] Huh, cover her ass.
Who's gonna cover mine?
(groaning)
(dramatic music)
(woman whimpering)
- No!
Why?
(sobbing)
They're just children!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
- That's just what I need.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Receive, fire.
(loud explosion)
(Blood groaning)
- Get outta here, move!
- Hey, that's Peel!
Come on!
- No!
- Come on!
- No!
- Come on!
- Peel!
Good Christ.
Come on, man.
Doc, Doc!
(woman crying)
- [Arthur] Oh no, dirty piece of...
- Looks like mortars.
- [Arthur] Sons of bitches.
- No, it's not guerillas.
- What are they?
- Just one.
He no hide, yet we no see him.
- What do you mean, one?
(digital vocalizing)
(loud explosions)
(digital vocalizing)
Get outta here!
Move it!
Come on, move!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire, fire.
(explosion booming)
- Hey, look at that.
(digital vocalizing)
- What is that?
- It is he.
- What do you mean, he?
- The Hunter.
He killed Peel.
Peel was my friend.
Now I'm gonna get to you, you bastard.
(gun firing)
(digital vocalizing)
- Guarino, get back here!
All right, let's get
the crazy little fucker.
Quang, Corey.
Mascher, you stay here with her.
- How can one man do all this?
- Well, suppose he isn't a man, you know,
something more than a man.
- Where are you hiding,
you son of a bitch?
Come out or else I'll blow your balls off!
(gun firing)
- Guarino!
- Hey, Diddy Bopper, come out man!
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful electronic music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy sighted,
moving target, receive.
(gun firing)
(screaming)
- Guarino!
Guarino, get back here!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target,
on target, on target, receive, receive.
(screaming)
(explosion booming)
(digital vocalizing)
- No.
Oh shit.
Major.
- Guarino?
- Yeah, but it's not very pretty.
- Damn.
- It's his hand.
- [Murphy] What happened to the rest?
- [Neil]] I don't even
wanna think about it.
- [Quang] Major, I think this belonged
to Lieutenant Woodring.
Remember him?
- Yeah, well now we
gotta look for Guarino.
All right, let's find
the rest of his body.
Search the whole area.
(heavy rock music)
♪ Lights, action, camera ♪
♪ Have you seen the show ♪
♪ Well move in close to town ♪
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ See the lady ♪
♪ See them pushing you ♪
♪ They're gonna get the fun ♪
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ Go down ♪
♪ Put down the wheel ♪
♪ We're a perfect machine ♪
♪ We're spinning closer now ♪
♪ And you've been the machine ♪
♪ See the contracts ♪
♪ See they're gonna go ♪
♪ Well come along ♪
(eerie warbling)
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ Go down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
(dramatic synth music)
(monkey chittering)
- Come out, you bastard!
I got a painless cure here for you!
- [Arthur] What a rotten place to be.
(dramatic synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
- Corey?
- I saw him.
- What did you see?
- Well, I saw some kind
of a strange creature.
- There's no blood.
There's no body.
There's no traces at all.
We didn't hit a damn thing.
- All right, we'll set
up a defensive perimeter
up on that ridge.
Quang, take point.
Corey, rear guard.
Move out!
Virginia, come on!
BAM to Red Dog, BAM to Red Dog.
Come in, Red Dog.
Come in.
- Forget it.
Nobody out there to answer you.
You see, we're all alone,
you, me, and him.
They make it.
- You son of a bitch.
You're gonna tell me everything you know,
or I'm gonna slit your fucking throat.
- All right, all right,
all right, take it easy.
What do you wanna know?
- What the fuck was that thing we saw?
- It's a weapon.
- What do you mean?
- Look, why don't you move this knife?
- No way!
- Guerilla activities, you know,
state department losing
face and stuff like that.
- You're not telling me
anything I don't know.
- All right, all right.
Omega One is the perfect
and ultimate weapon.
It was released to reverse the situation.
- You're telling me you
invented that thing?
- Yes.
Together with my team of bionic experts.
- You bastard.
You have any idea what you did?
- Of course I do.
I mean, I told them it
was a little premature.
You know, I had more tests to
do, things like that, but--
- Now it's out of control.
- Yeah, I'm afraid so.
- Well, if you created it,
then you can destroy it.
- Afraid not.
I don't even know everything
this thing can do.
- Then what the fuck you doing here?
- Well, maybe I'm checking on you.
They sent you, the great hero.
You're the expert.
So I figured, you know, my Omega One
pitched against the real,
flesh and blood hero.
Perfect match.
(chuckles)
I wonder who's gonna win?
(crickets chirping)
(frogs croaking)
- That guy crazy, no good Major,
maybe you better kill him.
- No, he hasn't told us
everything he knows yet.
- I make him tell the truth.
- No, it wouldn't do any good.
He'd die before he talks.
But he's getting scared.
Just keep an eye on him, Quang.
- Quang will be his shadow.
(dramatic rock music)
(loud explosions booming)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(grunting)
- [Officer] Sergeant
Murphy, Sergeant Woodring!
Jesus Christ, we're in a mine field!
- [Murphy] Everybody freeze!
- [Marty] I'll go on ahead.
- [Murphy] Marty, hang back!
(loud explosion booming)
(groaning)
Marty!
Marty!
- [Murphy] Martin Woodring.
(suspenseful synth music)
- [Arthur] A river, that's all we need.
- [Neil] Shut up, Doc.
- All right, we gotta cross it.
- [Neil] I'll go first.
- Okay.
How deep, Corey?
- [Neil] Not too bad, the
girl might have to swim it.
- Whatever you're up to,
Mascher, I don't like it.
- What do you mean?
- I was on one side,
that thing on the other,
and you in the middle.
Watch out, the next time one of us dies,
Quang is gonna slice off your ears
and cram your balls down your throat.
- I can do nothing to stop it.
- I hope that's true, for your sake.
- Riverbed's okay, Murphy.
Okay, I'll cover you, cross now.
- Quang, you go next, help Virginia.
- Yes, sir.
You go, you hold onto my shoulder, okay?
(dramatic electronic music)
That's it, you got it.
- Here.
- Mascher, it's your turn, move out.
♪ Hey row, row, row your boat ♪
♪ Gently down the stream ♪
♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ♪
♪ Life is but a dream ♪
- [Murphy] Move it, Bray!
- [Arthur] Yes, sir.
- [The Hunter] Target, track
and search, received, received.
Target sector, received.
I approach, I approach.
- Bray, hurry up!
- I can't.
- What do you mean?
- Something has got my feet!
- Come on, Papa Doc, what
the hell you talking about?
(digitalized vocalizing)
- Whoa, it's pulling me,
it's pulling me away!
- Hang in there, Doc!
- I can't, Jesus Christ,
it's pulling me harder!
- I'll be right there!
- [Arthur] Please!
- [Quang] What the hell's going on?
(gasping)
- [Arthur] It's fighting, help!
- [The Hunter] Target
received, research circuit.
- 1 didn't see a damn thing.
- Me either, where the hell is he?
- [Murphy] Gotta be somewhere,
current is not that strong.
Try again?
- [Neil] Yeah.
- You know, it won't make any difference.
He's much stronger than all of you.
- And you?
- What about me?
- Are you stronger than him?
- [Mascher] Hey, you crazy?
- [Quang] You're crazy.
- No!
(laughing)
- Now, we are all even, heh.
- Dammit, we almost had him.
- All right, let's follow the river.
Maybe he's still alive.
(suspenseful synth music)
(groaning)
(digital vocalizing)
- [Murphy] Bray!
- [Quang] Papa Doc!
- I'm over here!
I'm over here!
(digital vocalizing)
(gasping)
- [The Hunter] Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Coordinates, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful electronic music)
- [Arthur] Hey, sir I'm over here!
- On the double, quick, move!
- He found me!
Hurry!
Hang on, hurry, I'm over here!
I think he's following me!
Hey, I'm over here!
Where the hell are you?
- Bray!
Bray!
(digital vocalizing)
- No, no way.
No, no!
(sighs)
- Papa Doc, you made it.
- Yeah, it was right there behind me.
But it's not there anymore.
At least I hope not.
It's scary as all hell.
- Hey, what's that on your foot?
- Huh?
(digital vocalizing)
(screaming)
- Bray!
(screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
(screaming)
- I gotta do this, or
he's gonna kill us all.
I've got to do it.
No.
No.
(ominous music)
- Oh my god.
- That's it.
No more running.
We're gonna fight this fucker.
- [Neil] You think a
few logs and some shrubs
are gonna stop that thing?
- [Murphy] No.
- [Neil] Then what the
fuck are we digging for?
- [Murphy] To hide!
- [Quang] Major.
- [Murphy] Yeah.
- I laid the grenades and
mines all over the place.
This monster won't get anywhere near here
without causing an explosion.
- Well done, Quang.
Now we wait and see.
- [Quang] Yes, we wait and see.
- All right, everybody inside.
Good.
If he tries to get near, we can see him,
and he'll be blown to hell.
- He's picking us off,
one by one like a hunter.
- What was that device on the belt
that Quang threw in the river?
- Electromagnetic impulses
to control computers.
Near harmless for humans.
- Could you have destroyed him with it?
- No, but we would have
had another weapon,
if that gook hadn't acted like a madman.
- You son of a bitch!
You're the crazy fuck that
invented that thing out there.
- He built it?
- Yeah, and that son of a
bitch is proud of it, too.
- Why?
- Technology doesn't have feelings.
Either function, or malfunction.
- You fuck!
- You heard him.
He's got no feelings, he's technology.
He'd be very happy to
fix the fucking machine.
Now listen to me, you bastard.
Get out there and fix your lousy toy.
- Back off, Corey.
- I don't want him in here.
He killed Peel, Guarino, and Bray.
It was all his fault.
- I feel the same damn way.
But we need him alive.
He's the only one who can do anything.
- Like what?
We don't have a controlled
machine anymore.
- Corey, look in his bag.
- Major.
- What is this?
Last chance, fuck.
Tell me.
- It's for destroying him, a detonator.
- You got the weapon.
So what do we need him for?
- No, this thing will not work
unless I'm the one to operate it.
- Why?
- It's not easy to get it in range of him,
and it has a limited distance.
- He's bluffing, Major!
- Keep quiet!
He's out there right now.
(suspenseful rock music)
(digital vocalizing)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
- Damn it.
He's suspicious.
He's skirting around us.
(digital vocalizing)
- He knows it's a trap.
- His thermo-sensors, they're
signaling the mines to him.
- Isn't there some way
to block his sensors?
Some kind of disturbance?
- No, I created him to be perfect.
He's programmed to respond
to any kind of attack
from air, sea, or land.
- Then use this damn thing
to destroy the fucker.
- He's out of range, too far away.
Besides, the signal has gotta strike him
right in the center of the head.
- Well, use the damn thing anyway.
(digital vocalizing)
- He's too far away,
and he's got his back turned.
- Just do it.
(remote beeping)
- Nothing is gonna happen.
- He's turning.
He's turning around.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target.
Received.
- Get down!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire.
(gun firing)
Fire.
Fire.
- What's he up to?
- He's isolated the mines.
He's blowing a path straight to us.
- [The Hunter] Approach, I
approach, I approach, I--
(loud explosions booming)
Fire.
- The mines.
He stepped right on them
like it was dog shit.
Look at him.
(digital vocalizing)
Can't believe it, there's
not a scratch on him.
- He can get through.
Now he can move in for the kill.
- He has won.
- Here.
Take this, and listen to
it as soon as you can.
It's important.
- What are you doing?
- [Mascher] Just stay back.
(remote beeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Come on, what are you waiting for?
Blow him up!
(digital vocalizing)
(Mascher screaming)
- [The Hunter] On Target.
(digital vocalizing)
- Get down!
(loud explosion booming)
Geez.
- [Virgin] Good god.
- [Murphy] Corey, where you going?
- I can't sit here anymore.
I've gotta get that box back.
- [Murphy] Stay here.
- I don't like the view.
- All right, cover his ass!
(ominous synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
(gagging)
(groaning)
Corey, Corey!
(digital vocalizing)
Get outta here, now!
- But the whole field is mines!
- We don't have any alternative.
Let's go!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire.
Fire, fire.
Fire.
(loud explosion booming)
- [Quang] I stay here.
- Quang, no!
- I stay, Major.
- No, we can't leave him here.
- He's made up his mind.
I'd have to kill him
to make him change it.
(heavy breathing)
Let's go, come on!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target centered, received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received.
(digital vocalizing)
Target centered, received.
(Quang screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
(loud explosion booming)
(Quang's scream echoing)
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful electronic music)
- Oh my god.
We're the only ones left.
- We're gonna have to run for it.
Can you make it?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
(digital vocalizing)
- I can't make it, I can't make it.
- We can't stop now, he's right behind us.
- Wait a minute, the first
hospital we built is near here.
We had to abandon it because
the water supply was polluted.
- All right, let's go there.
- Okay.
(suspenseful rock music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, received, received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received, freeze and search,
freeze and search, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Target mission, target
mission, target mission.
(digital vocalizing)
Received.
(ominous orchestral music)
(wind howling)
- There's a storage room
at the end of the hall.
Maybe there's something
in there we can use.
- All right, let's go, you lead.
Hey.
- [Virgin] This room.
- I'll go first.
- [Virgin] Okay.
- It's all right.
- Gimme some light here.
Good, good, good, good.
- What are you thinking?
- We have everything
here to make me a bomb.
- You know how to make napalm?
- Yeah, I have a degree in chemistry.
I've had some experience with the stuff.
Unfortunately, I know all too well
what it can do to the human body.
- You think it will work on him?
- I don't know, but
what do we got to lose?
- Where do we start?
- We start by mixing up
this little cocktall,
and we turn this hospital
into a gigantic bomb.
The only question is, how
do we get him in here?
- Leave it to me.
(suspenseful synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target.
- It's ready, I think.
- [Murphy] All right.
- What is that?
- It's a tape Mascher
gave me to listen to.
- [Mascher] I'm making this tape
for the last one of us left alive,
and that's probably you, Black.
What you're fighting
is more than a machine.
There something of the human remaining.
To be precise,
he's a perfect fusion of
human and mechanical parts,
The true masterpiece is the brain,
bionic and human cell tissues
in a superb amalgamation.
You are well acquainted
with the man we chose
to transform into Omega One.
Black, Omega One is your friend,
Lieutenant Martin Woodring.
They brought him into our
center more dead than alive.
We were able to save only the parts
that really interested us,
his head and his brain.
He'd been singled out
to us as the toughest
and most brilliant expert in
every kind of guerrilla warfare.
The man's knowledge,
plus the computer that keeps him alive
eternally, for all practical purposes,
make him an invincible and
indestructible war machine.
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful rock music)
(gun cocking)
- [Virgin] No!
(screaming)
Watch out!
(grunting)
- Ow!
(coughing)
Help me!
Martin.
Martin.
Martin Woodring.
(coughing)
Martin.
Martin.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Marty, Marty!
No!
(digital vocalizing)
- [Virgin] Murphy!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received, received.
(digital vocalizing)
- [Virgin] You all right?
- [Murphy] Yeah.
- [The Hunter] Target centered.
(Virgin screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
Target centered, target
centered, received, fire.
(grunting)
(digital vocalizing)
(gun firing)
(building exploding)
- It's over, it's finally over.
(waves crashing)
(percussive music)
- [Virgin] Hey!
Hey!
- [Murphy] Help, here, help!
- [Both] Hey!
(screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
- Get the hell outta
here, get on the boat!
(digital vocalizing)
(Virgin screaming)
Go!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Received, received.
(suspenseful electronic music)
(digital vocalizing)
Target missing, target missing.
(digital vocalizing)
(digital vocalizing)
(digital whirring)
(digital vocalizing)
- [Murphy] Martin.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Please, Murphy, ease me off.
- I can't, Marty, I just can'.
- I'm gonna die anyway.
If I live it'll be worse,
much worse, so please do it!
Finish me, Murphy.
Come on, destroy me.
Destroy me.
(remote beeping)
Received, received.
(screaming)
(explosion booming)
(melancholy music)
(sobbing)
(rock music)
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ Don't let me down ♪
(digital vocalizing)
J We're breaking out J°
♪ We're one up to power ♪
♪ Who's up what I mean ♪
♪ I'm tired of all the people ♪
♪ When ll was a kid ♪
♪ Being dropped out ♪
♪ Did he leave here stoned ♪
♪ I'm tired of all the people ♪
♪ That got me down too down ♪
- Get us out of here, it's
no longer under control.
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- Omega One depends on
a central memory bank.
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- It must be its central memory bank.
- [Pilot] Take a look
at the landing stripe,
and the camera, any damage?
- [Copilot] Doesn't seem so.
- [Pilot] The circuit has gone haywire.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target fire.
(artillery firing)
(dramatic electronic music)
- [Dispatch] Black Eagle,
insert diagnosis circuit.
- They're completely blown!
What the hell is going on here?
- [Dispatch] Please diagnose it.
- We're not gonna make it.
- Mayday, mayday, Black Eagle to base,
do you read, over!
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search.
(digital vocalizing)
(artillery firing)
(explosion booming)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(explosion booming)
- [Dispatch] Switch is
jammed, change frequencies.
We have radio contact
with you now, Black Eagle,
but your diagnosis check
is not manifest on screen.
Give us verbal run down.
- Link ups are not responding!
Circuits are blowing one by one!
We're drifting, everything is out,
sensors, gauges, the works!
Everything!
- [Dispatch] Makes no sense, Black Eagle.
We pick up no malfunctions from here.
(digital vocalizing)
(dramatic electronic music)
(explosion booming)
(artillery firing)
(artillery firing)
(explosions booming)
The Omega One prototype
Is performing its program, Black Eagle.
- There must be a breakdown
In its main memory bank.
- [Dispatch] Hit it with a radar signal.
- All our signal functions
are out, and besides,
Omega One hasn't responded.
We have lost control,
repeat, we have lost control.
- [Dispatch] Hang in there,
we'll do a backwards check
on Omega One's communications log.
- Hurry, for Christ sake!
- [Dispatch] Keep radio contact.
Give us visual break down,
your position every 60 seconds.
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive,
on target, on target,
on target, fire, fire!
(helicopter exploding)
- [Officer] Here we have
Corporal Neil Corey,
expert heavy weapons, top marksman rating.
(slide clicking)
Private Larry Guarino,
crack reconnaissance man,
known as Diddy, and Diddy Bop.
(slide clicking)
Ex Vietnam medical officer, Alfred Bray,
dubbed Papa Doc.
(slide clicking)
Sunny Feel, martial arts expert.
His friends call him Blood.
(slide clicking)
Nung Quo, forward scout and point taker,
renamed Quang, carryover
from the Vietnam campaign.
(slide clicking)
And this is our coordinator,
Major Murphy Black.
- [Mascher] Ah, yeah.
- [Officer] Multi-decorated field officer,
better known as Kill Zone.
- Why do they have nicknames?
- You should know what
the group is called, BAM.
- BAM?
- Big ass motherfuckers.
- Sort of like get to it and
go get fucked like in 'Nam.
- They're professionals,
Mascher, the best,
anti-guerilla experts, they know the area,
and they're your best bet
for finding our lost friend,
Omega One.
- Hmm.
- What do you intend
to do about Omega One?
- Just find him, and neutralize him.
We'll worry about the rest later.
- What about these BAM soldiers of yours?
- We'll have to keep them in the dark.
We'll pass you off as the
mission's technical advisor,
but they must never learn the whole truth,
before or after.
- So, what when they find
him, they'll know then?
- That's my problem.
You just worry about getting
your part of the job done, clear?
- All right, sir.
(hard rock music)
♪ Pick it up ♪
JANA IS
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
♪ I'm gonna live here again ♪
(humming)
(blowing)
- [Diddy] We're only about
10 minutes away, Murphy.
- In approximately three
hours we'll be in Batu Batu.
Listen, between you and me, pal,
where you're going, that's god
forsaken for all it's worth.
- The ways of the lord are infinite.
You've read the bible, haven't you?
(groaning)
(hard rock music on radio)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Said I'm gonna be with you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- Fuck it, Diddy.
Quit moving around like
you're jerking off.
You're making me sea sick.
(laughing)
- [Diddy] Uh, may I curry the energy?
(inhaling)
- Drug addicts and fags,
I bet they got AIDS too, huh Quang?
- If you're looking for kicks, Peel,
you could always kiss my white ass.
(laughing)
- Okay guys, now it's up to you.
I'll see you here in exactly three days.
- What if there's a delay?
- I'll cruise out to sea from
the disembarkation point,
for two days, those are the orders.
- Affirmative.
- Hi, Mascher.
- So, what's the mission?
- Simple, we have to beach two rafts.
Think you can handle that?
- Beach where?
- An island, not far from here.
We're not expecting too
much resistance, so--
- What's this we?
- Well, I'm coming with you.
- Sorry pal, my men and I work alone.
General Jackson knows that damn well.
- Look.
You've got your orders, and I got mine.
- I don't like this
business, I don't like you.
- You don't have to like me,
you have to work with me.
- You know what this mission is all about?
And you're not saying, right?
(suspenseful music)
- [Neil]] Cut down, Mascher.
- [Murphy] All right, you guys
take out the rest of that gear!
- Hey, listen.
- [Neil]] Let's haul ass,
guys, or I'll blow it out.
- All right, what is it?
- Well, you gotta make sure
you call base every four hours.
All meeting points, frequencies are final.
- What's the possibility of back up?
- I'm your backup, one way ticket.
- Well, you know what they say,
life's a bitch, then you die.
What the hell's that?
- My accessories.
(gun cocking)
There.
- Quang, take out the point!
Corey, Guarino, rear guard,
rest, fall in behind me.
Move out!
- I think he said to move out.
- Let's go.
(dramatic electronic music)
(animals chittering)
- Hey, it's nice here,
like back home in Alabama up here.
- [Diddy] Up yours!
(laughing)
Move along, Doc!
You walk like a ruptured duck.
- [Arthur] Huh?
I feel like one.
- [Neil] You're doing fine, Doc,
don't listen to that ginny bastard.
- [Arthur] Thank you.
- [Diddy] Fuck you!
- [Neil] You're welcome.
- [The Hunter] Retreat, dot dash dash,
enemy sighted, moving target.
Track and search.
(garbled speaking)
- Huh?
What is it?
- Shh, do you see Quang?
- Of course.
- When he takes point, that means danger.
(dramatic music)
- Where?
- There.
- Peel!
(screaming)
(gun firing)
- Whoever it was, it ain't no more.
- Let's move out.
(spitting)
(dramatic music)
- Shit, man.
I couldn't done all that.
- 'Course not.
Can't you see he's been dead for days?
- [Diddy] Looks more like years.
- Sweet mother of mercy.
Can't you smell that stink?
Lordy lordy, his guts
have been all scooped out.
This is really weird.
- It was a guerilla.
- [Peel] Poor bastard.
- [Murphy] This is
what's left of his rifle.
- [Peel] Good god.
- [Murphy] You tell me,
is this an auspicious
start to our mission?
- Murphy!
Sniper, half a click ahead.
I saw a glint in the trees.
There.
- All right, let's go, with me.
Down!
- There, go on.
- [Peel] Oh dear.
- [Diddy] Peekaboo.
- [Mascher] Did you spot him?
- Uh huh.
- I can see it.
I can see the son of a bitch.
- Where?
Where is he?
- Just follow my line of fire,
and you can't go wrong, baby.
- I'll take care of that little mother.
- Hmm, he's mine.
(guns firing)
Hold it, he's dead.
(body thumping)
- [Peel] Holy shit, this
one's been gutted, too.
- [Diddy] He's putrefied
like the other one.
Yet, we saw him move.
- His weapon is still up there.
- I'll go.
- Okay.
(suspenseful music)
(grunting)
- [Diddy] Oh, Christ.
(suspenseful rock music)
(eerie ambient warbling)
(eerie ambient warbling)
(animals hooting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(screaming)
- Bray!
Goddammit, get me out!
God that hurts!
(screaming)
Bray!
- Give me a hand here.
Hold him.
- [Peel] No, don't touch it!
Let Papa Doc!
- Take it easy, Peel.
(Blood screaming)
(groaning)
- It's a budgie.
Oh those sneaky little bastards.
They're using the same
techniques as a Charlie.
- Easy man, easy.
Old Papa Doc's gonna patch you up,
make you strut real good.
- Ah quit your bellyaching, Peel.
Look at it this way.
Now we all gotta smell your
feet, and they ain't gardenias.
- Just let me get my hands
on that motherfucker.
I swear to god, just for one minute.
- Where's Quang?
- Shit.
- Uh huh.
- [Diddy] Go ahead.
- Take it easy.
- Now what?
- There's something in there.
- I don't see anything in it.
- I'm gonna go check it out.
You stay here and say your
name every 30 seconds.
- You're gonna leave me here by myself?
- Just obey orders!
Remember, every 30 seconds.
- Every 30 seconds, huh?
Okay.
Fuck yourself.
(suspenseful electronic music)
(birds cawing)
(grunting)
(sizzling)
(bird squawking)
(bird squawking)
- It is not guerilla technique,
because they kill their own men, Major,
and that is not true.
- Why are they all hacked up?
- It is strange, Major.
It look like an ambush.
They shoot in all directions.
- Doesn't make any sense.
- It is scary.
There are no isolated tracks.
He's a ghost or a very special man.
- Bastards!
I'm gonna get you for this.
Doesn't take a fucking PhD
to realize you've got it in for me.
(digital vocalizing)
Who's there?
Show yourself or I'll shoot!
(gun cocking)
(digital vocalizing)
You gotta pay for this.
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target.
Track and search.
- Black?
Black, is that you?
You incredible shithead, show yourself!
(digital vocalizing)
It's you!
(beeping)
(digital vocalizing)
Black!
- What was that sound?
What happened?
- You wanted me to get killed
back there, didn't you?
- Just answer the question.
- A guerilla attacked me.
But I'm alive.
- Major, come take a look!
Did you do that?
- What the hell?
Take a man with a sledgehammer to do that.
(sizzling)
Damn, that's hot!
Jesus.
(suspenseful electronic music)
How's the leg doing, Peel?
- [Peel] It's fucked, but
I've been through worse.
- [Neil]] It'd be nice if we knew
what the hell we were looking for.
- [Diddy] I don't think
there's an answer to that.
We're stalking something.
- Yeah, Quang's ass.
- [Mascher] Quiet!
Stalking what?
- [Arthur] I don't know.
Does it make any difference?
- What is it?
- Vibration, someone there.
- I don't see anybody.
- [Quang] Quang feels vibrations.
- Yeah, right.
And his balls began to tingle and jingle.
(laughing)
(suspenseful rock music)
(speaking foreign language)
What are you, a psychic?
- Shut up.
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
- They're running them
down like jackrabbits.
What do we do, Major?
- Look, we are not supposed to do anything
except carry out this mission.
- I say let's get ready for clean kill.
- [Mascher] What does that mean?
- It means you better duck, shithead,
"cause we're gonna start
settling some accounts here.
(speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
- [Virgin] Oh God!
Oh God!
- I bet one of these assholes
is the practical joker who set the trap.
(speaking in foreign language)
Hey, asshole!
(screaming)
(guns firing)
- [Virgin] No!
(screaming)
(speaking foreign language)
- One!
- I kill her!
(woman whimpering)
- Two!
- I kill her!
- Three.
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
(digital vocalizing)
Incoming, get outta here!
Come here!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, receive,
fire, fire, fire.
(vehicles exploding)
- What the hell?
There must be more of them,
and they're well-armed.
- Could it be maybe a machine?
- What about her?
We can't leave her here.
- There is no way that she can come along.
She's dead weight.
- Listen asshole, I'm in command here,
and the girl is coming with us.
Quang, take the point,
all right, move out!
Come along.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(distant digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive.
Enemy elevation prohibits, receive.
Standard drop in frequency, receive.
Targets entered, receive,
on target, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
On target, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(frogs croaking)
- Shit man, I've seen some
heavy greens in my time,
but this sure takes the cake.
- Yeah, it's like collard green stew.
If you get caught in it,
you never get out of it man.
- Damn right.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Thank you.
- So where are you coming from?
- We were coming from
the hospital in San Pedro
when we heard about what happened.
- What did happen?
- You don't know?
I thought that's why you came here.
The entire village of Coronada
was razed down to the ground.
Everyone was killed,
the women, the children.
There's no one left.
- Who were those men chasing you?
- I don't know.
But there's something really
weird going on in this region.
- Why did you put a hospital here?
- About two years ago, there
was a cholera epidemic.
We were sent here as a group
of volunteers for the UN.
Now they're all dead.
There's no one left.
Only me.
- [Murphy] You're all right.
(suspenseful music)
- [Arthur] You okay, Peel?
- [Peel] Yeah, all right man.
(grunting)
- [Murphy] Oh, where are we?
- [Peel] That's a good guess.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target
fishing, target fishing.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive, receive.
(animals calling)
- Is this San Pedro?
- It's what's left of it.
- Yeah, and it's crawling
with fucking maniacs
ready to blow our heads off.
So what do we do now, Major?
- Major, this is not our mission.
I suggest we keep moving.
None of our fucking business here.
- Corey, Guarino, take out the guards.
Move out.
- Major, I said that this is not--
- Peel!
- Now shut your fucking
face, you cocksucker.
- You're pushing it, Mascher.
You get the message?
(suspenseful rock music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(groaning)
- [Diddy] Ah shut up, damn you.
- Guarino got one.
(humming)
(groaning)
All right, get ready to rock and roll.
Quang, take the point.
Move out.
Doc, you watch the girl.
And Mascher, you're next.
Stay outta the way.
Peel, take rear guard.
- We'll just sit tight, honey,
and squeeze.
- Huh.
- [Diddy] Hey, buckwheat.
(groaning)
(speaking foreign language)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
(screaming)
- Sorry.
(gun firing)
(shouting)
(explosion booming)
(guns firing)
(men shouting)
(laughing)
- Yeah.
(yelling)
(speaking foreign language)
(gasping)
(gun firing)
(yelling)
(screaming)
(grunting)
- [Diddy] What are you gonna do, Quang,
when it's all over?
(explosion booming)
(speaking foreign language)
(gun firing)
- [Quang] Same thing
we're going to do now.
Come on.
(laughing)
- Gonna die!
(screaming)
(guns firing)
(men shouting)
- Damn it, you scared the shit out of me.
Cut that out.
Easy.
(grunting)
(grunting)
(speaking foreign language)
(laughing)
- [Peel] Heads up.
(explosion booming)
- [Murphy] Easy does it, one at a time.
(screaming)
- [Diddy] Hey, where are you going?
(gun firing)
(men groaning)
(screaming)
- Here.
(grunting)
Don't move.
- Let's go.
- Damn good job.
All right, let's make a
clean sweep of the area.
- [Virgin] Where are they?
Where are the children?
The children!
- Stay outta there!
Shit!
All right, Peel, cover our ass.
Follow me!
- [Peel] Huh, cover her ass.
Who's gonna cover mine?
(groaning)
(dramatic music)
(woman whimpering)
- No!
Why?
(sobbing)
They're just children!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
- That's just what I need.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Receive, fire.
(loud explosion)
(Blood groaning)
- Get outta here, move!
- Hey, that's Peel!
Come on!
- No!
- Come on!
- No!
- Come on!
- Peel!
Good Christ.
Come on, man.
Doc, Doc!
(woman crying)
- [Arthur] Oh no, dirty piece of...
- Looks like mortars.
- [Arthur] Sons of bitches.
- No, it's not guerillas.
- What are they?
- Just one.
He no hide, yet we no see him.
- What do you mean, one?
(digital vocalizing)
(loud explosions)
(digital vocalizing)
Get outta here!
Move it!
Come on, move!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire, fire.
(explosion booming)
- Hey, look at that.
(digital vocalizing)
- What is that?
- It is he.
- What do you mean, he?
- The Hunter.
He killed Peel.
Peel was my friend.
Now I'm gonna get to you, you bastard.
(gun firing)
(digital vocalizing)
- Guarino, get back here!
All right, let's get
the crazy little fucker.
Quang, Corey.
Mascher, you stay here with her.
- How can one man do all this?
- Well, suppose he isn't a man, you know,
something more than a man.
- Where are you hiding,
you son of a bitch?
Come out or else I'll blow your balls off!
(gun firing)
- Guarino!
- Hey, Diddy Bopper, come out man!
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful electronic music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy sighted,
moving target, receive.
(gun firing)
(screaming)
- Guarino!
Guarino, get back here!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target,
on target, on target, receive, receive.
(screaming)
(explosion booming)
(digital vocalizing)
- No.
Oh shit.
Major.
- Guarino?
- Yeah, but it's not very pretty.
- Damn.
- It's his hand.
- [Murphy] What happened to the rest?
- [Neil]] I don't even
wanna think about it.
- [Quang] Major, I think this belonged
to Lieutenant Woodring.
Remember him?
- Yeah, well now we
gotta look for Guarino.
All right, let's find
the rest of his body.
Search the whole area.
(heavy rock music)
♪ Lights, action, camera ♪
♪ Have you seen the show ♪
♪ Well move in close to town ♪
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ See the lady ♪
♪ See them pushing you ♪
♪ They're gonna get the fun ♪
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ Go down ♪
♪ Put down the wheel ♪
♪ We're a perfect machine ♪
♪ We're spinning closer now ♪
♪ And you've been the machine ♪
♪ See the contracts ♪
♪ See they're gonna go ♪
♪ Well come along ♪
(eerie warbling)
♪ Before we go down ♪
♪ Go down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
(dramatic synth music)
(monkey chittering)
- Come out, you bastard!
I got a painless cure here for you!
- [Arthur] What a rotten place to be.
(dramatic synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(guns firing)
(screaming)
- Corey?
- I saw him.
- What did you see?
- Well, I saw some kind
of a strange creature.
- There's no blood.
There's no body.
There's no traces at all.
We didn't hit a damn thing.
- All right, we'll set
up a defensive perimeter
up on that ridge.
Quang, take point.
Corey, rear guard.
Move out!
Virginia, come on!
BAM to Red Dog, BAM to Red Dog.
Come in, Red Dog.
Come in.
- Forget it.
Nobody out there to answer you.
You see, we're all alone,
you, me, and him.
They make it.
- You son of a bitch.
You're gonna tell me everything you know,
or I'm gonna slit your fucking throat.
- All right, all right,
all right, take it easy.
What do you wanna know?
- What the fuck was that thing we saw?
- It's a weapon.
- What do you mean?
- Look, why don't you move this knife?
- No way!
- Guerilla activities, you know,
state department losing
face and stuff like that.
- You're not telling me
anything I don't know.
- All right, all right.
Omega One is the perfect
and ultimate weapon.
It was released to reverse the situation.
- You're telling me you
invented that thing?
- Yes.
Together with my team of bionic experts.
- You bastard.
You have any idea what you did?
- Of course I do.
I mean, I told them it
was a little premature.
You know, I had more tests to
do, things like that, but--
- Now it's out of control.
- Yeah, I'm afraid so.
- Well, if you created it,
then you can destroy it.
- Afraid not.
I don't even know everything
this thing can do.
- Then what the fuck you doing here?
- Well, maybe I'm checking on you.
They sent you, the great hero.
You're the expert.
So I figured, you know, my Omega One
pitched against the real,
flesh and blood hero.
Perfect match.
(chuckles)
I wonder who's gonna win?
(crickets chirping)
(frogs croaking)
- That guy crazy, no good Major,
maybe you better kill him.
- No, he hasn't told us
everything he knows yet.
- I make him tell the truth.
- No, it wouldn't do any good.
He'd die before he talks.
But he's getting scared.
Just keep an eye on him, Quang.
- Quang will be his shadow.
(dramatic rock music)
(loud explosions booming)
(guns firing)
(explosion booming)
(grunting)
- [Officer] Sergeant
Murphy, Sergeant Woodring!
Jesus Christ, we're in a mine field!
- [Murphy] Everybody freeze!
- [Marty] I'll go on ahead.
- [Murphy] Marty, hang back!
(loud explosion booming)
(groaning)
Marty!
Marty!
- [Murphy] Martin Woodring.
(suspenseful synth music)
- [Arthur] A river, that's all we need.
- [Neil] Shut up, Doc.
- All right, we gotta cross it.
- [Neil] I'll go first.
- Okay.
How deep, Corey?
- [Neil] Not too bad, the
girl might have to swim it.
- Whatever you're up to,
Mascher, I don't like it.
- What do you mean?
- I was on one side,
that thing on the other,
and you in the middle.
Watch out, the next time one of us dies,
Quang is gonna slice off your ears
and cram your balls down your throat.
- I can do nothing to stop it.
- I hope that's true, for your sake.
- Riverbed's okay, Murphy.
Okay, I'll cover you, cross now.
- Quang, you go next, help Virginia.
- Yes, sir.
You go, you hold onto my shoulder, okay?
(dramatic electronic music)
That's it, you got it.
- Here.
- Mascher, it's your turn, move out.
♪ Hey row, row, row your boat ♪
♪ Gently down the stream ♪
♪ Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ♪
♪ Life is but a dream ♪
- [Murphy] Move it, Bray!
- [Arthur] Yes, sir.
- [The Hunter] Target, track
and search, received, received.
Target sector, received.
I approach, I approach.
- Bray, hurry up!
- I can't.
- What do you mean?
- Something has got my feet!
- Come on, Papa Doc, what
the hell you talking about?
(digitalized vocalizing)
- Whoa, it's pulling me,
it's pulling me away!
- Hang in there, Doc!
- I can't, Jesus Christ,
it's pulling me harder!
- I'll be right there!
- [Arthur] Please!
- [Quang] What the hell's going on?
(gasping)
- [Arthur] It's fighting, help!
- [The Hunter] Target
received, research circuit.
- 1 didn't see a damn thing.
- Me either, where the hell is he?
- [Murphy] Gotta be somewhere,
current is not that strong.
Try again?
- [Neil] Yeah.
- You know, it won't make any difference.
He's much stronger than all of you.
- And you?
- What about me?
- Are you stronger than him?
- [Mascher] Hey, you crazy?
- [Quang] You're crazy.
- No!
(laughing)
- Now, we are all even, heh.
- Dammit, we almost had him.
- All right, let's follow the river.
Maybe he's still alive.
(suspenseful synth music)
(groaning)
(digital vocalizing)
- [Murphy] Bray!
- [Quang] Papa Doc!
- I'm over here!
I'm over here!
(digital vocalizing)
(gasping)
- [The Hunter] Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Coordinates, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful electronic music)
- [Arthur] Hey, sir I'm over here!
- On the double, quick, move!
- He found me!
Hurry!
Hang on, hurry, I'm over here!
I think he's following me!
Hey, I'm over here!
Where the hell are you?
- Bray!
Bray!
(digital vocalizing)
- No, no way.
No, no!
(sighs)
- Papa Doc, you made it.
- Yeah, it was right there behind me.
But it's not there anymore.
At least I hope not.
It's scary as all hell.
- Hey, what's that on your foot?
- Huh?
(digital vocalizing)
(screaming)
- Bray!
(screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
(screaming)
- I gotta do this, or
he's gonna kill us all.
I've got to do it.
No.
No.
(ominous music)
- Oh my god.
- That's it.
No more running.
We're gonna fight this fucker.
- [Neil] You think a
few logs and some shrubs
are gonna stop that thing?
- [Murphy] No.
- [Neil] Then what the
fuck are we digging for?
- [Murphy] To hide!
- [Quang] Major.
- [Murphy] Yeah.
- I laid the grenades and
mines all over the place.
This monster won't get anywhere near here
without causing an explosion.
- Well done, Quang.
Now we wait and see.
- [Quang] Yes, we wait and see.
- All right, everybody inside.
Good.
If he tries to get near, we can see him,
and he'll be blown to hell.
- He's picking us off,
one by one like a hunter.
- What was that device on the belt
that Quang threw in the river?
- Electromagnetic impulses
to control computers.
Near harmless for humans.
- Could you have destroyed him with it?
- No, but we would have
had another weapon,
if that gook hadn't acted like a madman.
- You son of a bitch!
You're the crazy fuck that
invented that thing out there.
- He built it?
- Yeah, and that son of a
bitch is proud of it, too.
- Why?
- Technology doesn't have feelings.
Either function, or malfunction.
- You fuck!
- You heard him.
He's got no feelings, he's technology.
He'd be very happy to
fix the fucking machine.
Now listen to me, you bastard.
Get out there and fix your lousy toy.
- Back off, Corey.
- I don't want him in here.
He killed Peel, Guarino, and Bray.
It was all his fault.
- I feel the same damn way.
But we need him alive.
He's the only one who can do anything.
- Like what?
We don't have a controlled
machine anymore.
- Corey, look in his bag.
- Major.
- What is this?
Last chance, fuck.
Tell me.
- It's for destroying him, a detonator.
- You got the weapon.
So what do we need him for?
- No, this thing will not work
unless I'm the one to operate it.
- Why?
- It's not easy to get it in range of him,
and it has a limited distance.
- He's bluffing, Major!
- Keep quiet!
He's out there right now.
(suspenseful rock music)
(digital vocalizing)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Receive.
- Damn it.
He's suspicious.
He's skirting around us.
(digital vocalizing)
- He knows it's a trap.
- His thermo-sensors, they're
signaling the mines to him.
- Isn't there some way
to block his sensors?
Some kind of disturbance?
- No, I created him to be perfect.
He's programmed to respond
to any kind of attack
from air, sea, or land.
- Then use this damn thing
to destroy the fucker.
- He's out of range, too far away.
Besides, the signal has gotta strike him
right in the center of the head.
- Well, use the damn thing anyway.
(digital vocalizing)
- He's too far away,
and he's got his back turned.
- Just do it.
(remote beeping)
- Nothing is gonna happen.
- He's turning.
He's turning around.
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target.
Received.
- Get down!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire.
(gun firing)
Fire.
Fire.
- What's he up to?
- He's isolated the mines.
He's blowing a path straight to us.
- [The Hunter] Approach, I
approach, I approach, I--
(loud explosions booming)
Fire.
- The mines.
He stepped right on them
like it was dog shit.
Look at him.
(digital vocalizing)
Can't believe it, there's
not a scratch on him.
- He can get through.
Now he can move in for the kill.
- He has won.
- Here.
Take this, and listen to
it as soon as you can.
It's important.
- What are you doing?
- [Mascher] Just stay back.
(remote beeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Come on, what are you waiting for?
Blow him up!
(digital vocalizing)
(Mascher screaming)
- [The Hunter] On Target.
(digital vocalizing)
- Get down!
(loud explosion booming)
Geez.
- [Virgin] Good god.
- [Murphy] Corey, where you going?
- I can't sit here anymore.
I've gotta get that box back.
- [Murphy] Stay here.
- I don't like the view.
- All right, cover his ass!
(ominous synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
(gagging)
(groaning)
Corey, Corey!
(digital vocalizing)
Get outta here, now!
- But the whole field is mines!
- We don't have any alternative.
Let's go!
- [The Hunter] Fire, fire.
Fire, fire.
Fire.
(loud explosion booming)
- [Quang] I stay here.
- Quang, no!
- I stay, Major.
- No, we can't leave him here.
- He's made up his mind.
I'd have to kill him
to make him change it.
(heavy breathing)
Let's go, come on!
(dramatic orchestral music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Target centered, received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received.
(digital vocalizing)
Target centered, received.
(Quang screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
(loud explosion booming)
(Quang's scream echoing)
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful electronic music)
- Oh my god.
We're the only ones left.
- We're gonna have to run for it.
Can you make it?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
(digital vocalizing)
- I can't make it, I can't make it.
- We can't stop now, he's right behind us.
- Wait a minute, the first
hospital we built is near here.
We had to abandon it because
the water supply was polluted.
- All right, let's go there.
- Okay.
(suspenseful rock music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Enemy
sighted, moving target,
track and search, received, received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received, freeze and search,
freeze and search, receive.
(digital vocalizing)
Target mission, target
mission, target mission.
(digital vocalizing)
Received.
(ominous orchestral music)
(wind howling)
- There's a storage room
at the end of the hall.
Maybe there's something
in there we can use.
- All right, let's go, you lead.
Hey.
- [Virgin] This room.
- I'll go first.
- [Virgin] Okay.
- It's all right.
- Gimme some light here.
Good, good, good, good.
- What are you thinking?
- We have everything
here to make me a bomb.
- You know how to make napalm?
- Yeah, I have a degree in chemistry.
I've had some experience with the stuff.
Unfortunately, I know all too well
what it can do to the human body.
- You think it will work on him?
- I don't know, but
what do we got to lose?
- Where do we start?
- We start by mixing up
this little cocktall,
and we turn this hospital
into a gigantic bomb.
The only question is, how
do we get him in here?
- Leave it to me.
(suspenseful synth music)
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] On target, on target.
- It's ready, I think.
- [Murphy] All right.
- What is that?
- It's a tape Mascher
gave me to listen to.
- [Mascher] I'm making this tape
for the last one of us left alive,
and that's probably you, Black.
What you're fighting
is more than a machine.
There something of the human remaining.
To be precise,
he's a perfect fusion of
human and mechanical parts,
The true masterpiece is the brain,
bionic and human cell tissues
in a superb amalgamation.
You are well acquainted
with the man we chose
to transform into Omega One.
Black, Omega One is your friend,
Lieutenant Martin Woodring.
They brought him into our
center more dead than alive.
We were able to save only the parts
that really interested us,
his head and his brain.
He'd been singled out
to us as the toughest
and most brilliant expert in
every kind of guerrilla warfare.
The man's knowledge,
plus the computer that keeps him alive
eternally, for all practical purposes,
make him an invincible and
indestructible war machine.
(digital vocalizing)
(suspenseful rock music)
(gun cocking)
- [Virgin] No!
(screaming)
Watch out!
(grunting)
- Ow!
(coughing)
Help me!
Martin.
Martin.
Martin Woodring.
(coughing)
Martin.
Martin.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Marty, Marty!
No!
(digital vocalizing)
- [Virgin] Murphy!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Received.
(digital vocalizing)
Received, received.
(digital vocalizing)
- [Virgin] You all right?
- [Murphy] Yeah.
- [The Hunter] Target centered.
(Virgin screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
Target centered, target
centered, received, fire.
(grunting)
(digital vocalizing)
(gun firing)
(building exploding)
- It's over, it's finally over.
(waves crashing)
(percussive music)
- [Virgin] Hey!
Hey!
- [Murphy] Help, here, help!
- [Both] Hey!
(screaming)
(digital vocalizing)
- Get the hell outta
here, get on the boat!
(digital vocalizing)
(Virgin screaming)
Go!
(digital vocalizing)
- [The Hunter] Received, received.
(suspenseful electronic music)
(digital vocalizing)
Target missing, target missing.
(digital vocalizing)
(digital vocalizing)
(digital whirring)
(digital vocalizing)
- [Murphy] Martin.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Please, Murphy, ease me off.
- I can't, Marty, I just can'.
- I'm gonna die anyway.
If I live it'll be worse,
much worse, so please do it!
Finish me, Murphy.
Come on, destroy me.
Destroy me.
(remote beeping)
Received, received.
(screaming)
(explosion booming)
(melancholy music)
(sobbing)
(rock music)
♪ Sing it ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ I trust ♪
♪ Don't let me down ♪
(digital vocalizing)
J We're breaking out J°
♪ We're one up to power ♪
♪ Who's up what I mean ♪
♪ I'm tired of all the people ♪
♪ When ll was a kid ♪
♪ Being dropped out ♪
♪ Did he leave here stoned ♪
♪ I'm tired of all the people ♪
♪ That got me down too down ♪