Soldier Boyz (1995) - full transcript
A group of prisoners are going to Vietnam to rescue the daughter of a V-I.P. The Ones who survive get their freedom back...but hell awaits them.
It's ours. ETA, 20 seconds.
SOLDIER: I've got it, sir.
It's approximately 225 kilometers from Base Six,
moving at approximately 210 kilometers per hour.
Good.
Target is in your range, Base Six, in 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one!
Fire! Fire!
Direct hit.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Please, send help immediately. We're inside NLF territory.
MAN ON RADIO: Listen very carefully. You must send up a flare.
Take this flare gun. You know how to use this?
Yes. Go. Please hurry.
We don't have much time.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(PANTING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Drop it. MAN: Please.
It's a United Nations charter.
We're flying emergency relief supplies to Da Nang.
These are your people, for God's sakes!
I am the people.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
There are no weapons, sir. Only food and medicine.
Destroy what we can't take.
But, sir, it's not an arms shipment.
What are you saying, Lieutenant?
We are making too many mistakes.
You're the mistake.
(GUN FIRES)
Bury him.
(DOOR BUZZING)
I'll take some of those grits.
MAN: You got it, Counselor.
If you eat enough of that crap, you might just turn into a prisoner.
But you'd probably like that, huh, Toliver?
Take a nap, Brophy.
Yeah.
(MEN CHATTERING)
Them wetbag motherfuckers' looking to plan something, man.
It's like this. If they throw down,
they gotta know they gonna get paid.
That's what I'm talking about.
MAN ON PA: Counselor Toliver,
please come to the front office.
That's right. Take your sorry ass to the warden's office.
Your bitch ass in trouble.
(ALL CACKLING)
Yeah.
(LAUGHING) I'm out, kid.
All right, man.
Major.
Wow, you're out of uniform, General.
Howard, I'd like you to meet Jameson Prescott,
CEO and owner of Prescott International,
founder of the Biotech Industries.
Look, Toliver, let me cut to the chase.
For the past two years,
my daughter's been doing relief work for the United Nations.
Oh, how nice for her. What's that got to do with me?
Yesterday, the plane she was on went down,
just shy of the border in Vietnam.
Military intelligence has located the plane and the rest of the bodies,
except for Gabrielle's.
The plane was shot down by National Liberation Front, a guerilla group.
Leader's name is...
TOLIVER: Vinh Moc. Right.
I read the papers. So what do you want from me?
I want my daughter back, Toliver.
And I'm prepared to pay whatever it takes to get her back,
that is if you think you can do it.
No. I don't think I can.
Uh...
(MEN CHATTERING)
Hey.
(GUNS FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
Bitch, look what you did to my motherfucking car!
First you steal from me, then you go crash my shit!
Look at you!
This nigger gotta go.
Raul!
This is for Raul, bitch.
(GRUNTS)
Look at me, motherfucker. I did this to you.
I do my fighting here now.
Seen more kids killed on the streets than I saw in Vietnam.
Gangs, drugs, riots.
You just call up the National Guard and forget about it.
You took one of the raza, the raza took one of yours.
Eh, Querena, you can join this Pina .
You're gonna die.
(MEN CLAMORING)
Now some little rich girl's in trouble and look who's here.
A five-star general and her billionaire father.
(GRUNTING)
(MEN CLAMORING)
Shit!
Get up against the wall! Get up against the wall!
You're dead, motherfucker!
Yeah? Is that what you want? That's what you got, you pinche mayate.
We'll see who's a dead man!
I'll kill you, you wetbag mother...
You're dead, Pina. You're dead!
Hey, are you all right?
I'll find your bitch! Just get me out of this shit hole!
Butts, your bad ass ain't going nowhere.
Shut up.
I ain't got nothing to lose but 50 years off a life sentence.
Do me a favor. Send me to Vietnam!
MAN 1: Vietnam? What are you talking about?
(ALL MUTTERING)
Oh, you all don't know? There's a girl captured in 'Nam.
Look, man, I'll find your bitch.
That shit ain't nothing compared to what I go through out here.
I could be into that. Beats the hell out of this pit.
Shut up. Don't you think you've done enough?
Maybe you're the one who hasn't done enough, sir.
Say that again.
What the brother's trying to say is you just riding the system.
Recycling us until we end up dead.
MAN 2: What you got to say about that?
So, what's up?
MAN 3: Come with me. Come on, let's go.
You better walk these four guys down to solitary.
Let's go. Guys, go.
If I do this, I wanna take some of the kids with me.
Oh, wait a minute, Toliver.
I don't know about putting kids in danger.
You want your daughter back?
Yeah, I want my daughter back.
Okay.
I want a full, unconditional presidential pardon
for anyone who survives the mission.
We'll think of something.
One more thing,
and it's not negotiable, so don't even try.
Name it.
I want a $10 million donation to California Youth Services.
Scholarships, libraries, gyms. You name it.
Okay.
Smile, Prescott. It's tax-deductible.
Mr. Brophy. Two counts of first-degree murder.
One Korean, one Chicano. What, no blacks, Brophy?
I'm working on it.
That's not a very Christian attitude.
Screw them, too.
(CHUCKLING)
What's so damn funny?
You. Guard.
What, that's it? Am I going with you? Am I going with you?
Mr. Lopez.
You wouldn't happen to know anything about Jenkins
being brutally murdered this morning, now, would you?
Yeah, I know something about that.
Don't nothing happen down here that I don't know about.
But I didn't come down here to talk about no goddamn Jenkins.
You look at me when I'm talking to you!
I do what I gotta do to protect what's mine, ese!
I don't have much in this world, but the one thing I do have
ain't no man ever gonna take from me.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Pride. Respect. That I'd die for. Pride?
Yeah, that I'd kill for.
(EXHALES)
It's like this. If you got a problem, I'll help you solve it.
I don't want shit and I ain't asking for shit.
You think you're such hot shit, don't you, boy?
Selling drugs? Gang banging?
Well, let me tell you something.
You're nothing but a disgrace.
A parasite.
So don't tell me what you're gonna do for me.
'Cause all you know how to do is take.
What else is there, huh?
What else do I got to give?
What else do I got to give except my life?
Whatever I take is what I get, you understand?
What's your problem?
You don't think I'm as tough as those putas, just try me.
We're talking about a combat situation.
Yeah, well, I'm not a moron, homes.
Both my parents were killed, dead when I was five.
And since then, I just got handed around from pervert to pervert,
till one day, I decided I wasn't gonna take it no more.
The next one who touched me,
I took an axe and I just started swinging
and when I finished, there wasn't much left of him.
Michael Greer, a.k.a. Monster.
Says here you killed two men with your bare hands,
raped and killed a girl all before you turned 15.
Sounds like I ought to do the world a favor and just kill you myself.
Why should I give you a second chance?
(SCREAMING)
Wait a minute. Hold it.
Keep him down. Keep him down.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Damn.
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
MAN 1: You got a letter from your old lady.
Mr. Toliver, hey! Mr. Toliver, sir!
MAN 2: Hey, get back to work.
Wait! I've just got to talk to him. Mr. Toliver!
You're not going anywhere. Get back there.
(GRUNTS)
(MEN SHOUTING)
That's it. All right.
Mr. Toliver. Mr. Toliver!
They won't let me talk to you, man!
Let him go. I said let him go!
MAN 3: You're dead, Lamb!
TOLIVER: Where did you learn how to fight like that, Lamb?
Um, Red Dragons.
Is that a gang?
No, it's a Chinese restaurant I worked at.
One of the old cooks taught me.
Don't let the boy-scout act fool you, sir.
Seems Mommy and Daddy
weren't giving this jerk enough allowance,
so he killed them, in their sleep.
That is a lie, sir.
He slit their throats.
That's bullshit! All I want is a chance, man.
Get this guy to solitary.
Hold it.
Have his release papers ready with the rest of them.
And don't screw up.
Hey, thanks, man.
Mr. Toliver, I'm not gonna let you down, man.
I'm not gonna let you down.
LOPEZ: Watch who you're pushing, ese.
LAMB: You better watch who you're talking to there, tiny.
TOLIVER: All right, listen up.
From now on, my name is Major Howard Toliver.
Now, before we go,
I wanna make one thing perfectly clear.
There's every possibility that some of you will not return from this mission.
If any of you have any doubts about participating in this operation,
you can back out right now
and return to prison, no questions asked.
All right, gentlemen, lady,
move out.
Let's get it on.
(LAUGHING)
(GIRL SCREAMING)
(MEN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
Hey, I just want you to know,
this shit ain't over between us just because we're here.
Are you threatening me, mayate?
Nah, nigger. It's a promise.
I can't believe I'm putting my ass on the line
with you Boyz-n-the-Hood assholes.
I'm hoping the niggers and the wetbacks just kill each other.
(CHUCKLING) Best damn thing that could happen.
You guys are all a bunch of losers, if you ask me.
Nigger, didn't nobody ask you shit.
(PANTING)
Halt.
Bring her to the camp.
Oh, man.
Vietnam. Just like in the movies.
Yeah? Where's the '60s music, dude?
Hey, homes, when are you taking these damn chains off?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Say, baby, why don't you do me a favor while you're down there?
Hey, why don't you wait until I get my knife and do the world a favor?
All right, everybody head to the Huey.
Let's move it.
Chopper? Didn't nobody tell us about no damn chopper.
♪ Take a number
TOLIVER: Okay, you have exactly one minute to unload this Huey.
Let's move it. Let's go!
Move it, Butts! Move!
We meet here in three days at 0600 hours.
If you're not here, we're not coming back.
Good luck.
♪ Life is too short
Get off me.
(GRUNTS)
♪ It ain't always right
♪ And no one's always wrong
♪ I can't always be what you expect me to be
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I think I need to make something clear.
You wanna fight?
♪ That's a fact
You start by kicking my ass!
♪ Keep on moving, you better not look back
♪ We got it in for each other
Grab your gear.
♪ And everybody's brother
Major.
♪ Why can't it be a little give and take?
♪ How come we gotta rub it in each other's face?
♪ I can't always be what you expect me to be
(GRUNTING)
♪ Oh, no, I can't
♪ And yet, I expect to be
♪ The man that's inside of me
♪ All I need from you
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
All right, listen up.
This is our destination.
Plane went down near the Red River.
Vinh Moc's camp is up in these hills just over the border.
Now, as you can see, we got a lot of jungle to cross to get to Vinh Moc's.
And we'll be hiking it inch by inch, foot by foot.
Whoa. We ain't got a tank?
TOLIVER: No, we ain't got a tank.
Then I'll steal one.
How do we even know the bitch is there?
VASQUEZ: She ain't a bitch, you asshole.
She got a pussy, don't she? That makes her a bitch, bitch.
Fuck you.
TOLIVER: Settle down, the both of you.
In answer to your question, Vinh Moc controls this whole region.
If she's alive, he's got her.
So we go in, get the girl and get the hell out.
No problem.
Right, no problem,
except we'll be outnumbered 100 to 1
by people fighting for their lives.
What do you think we been doing?
We start training tomorrow at 0500 hours.
Training?
Mr. Lamb!
Sir.
If you intend to kill us in our sleep,
now's your chance. You got first watch.
The rest of you, sleep well.
I can tell you right now, I'm not getting no sleep tonight.
BUTTS: Training?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
VINH MOC: Good news, Gabrielle.
Yes, we know who you are and who your father is.
Thanks to satellite news.
...that an American woman was on the United Nations charter
shot down last Thursday in northern Vietnam.
UN spokespeople have confirmed today
that that woman was Gabrielle Prescott,
daughter of billionaire biotech magnate, Jameson Prescott.
She is believed to have been captured by the guerilla forces
of the National Liberation Front,
a revolutionary movement committed to destroying
political and trade agreements between the United States
and its old enemy, North Vietnam.
In three months,
with you as my hostage, our forces will become 10 times stronger.
Strong enough to defeat Hanoi.
Do you think my father's just gonna sit around while I rot in your pit?
Well, with Americans, you never know.
But in your case, percentages are good.
In fact,
I'm counting on it.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I can't eat this for three days.
Man, this is leftover from 'Nam. I know it.
Why don't you ask Toliver to airlift you a cheeseburger or something?
Why don't you airlift your ass out of my business?
Guess they forgot the chitlins and the watermelon, huh?
Why don't you just shut your dumb redneck ass, huh?
Man, you better chill out. Toliver's coming.
Screw that!
TOLIVER: Morning, ladies.
On your feet.
Now!
Get in attention, eyes front, hands at your sides. Eyes front, short stuff.
Shoulders back.
Butts, how was your breakfast?
Terrible.
From now on, if you're directing a question or comment to me,
the first thing and the last thing out of your mouth
better be "sir."
That understood? (MOUTHING) Yeah.
I don't think you heard me, son.
(SHOUTING) I said, if you're addressing me,
the first word and the last word out of your stinking hole
better be "sir"! Now, is that clear?
Sir! My balls hurt, sir!
Now let me ask you again.
How were those delicious K-rations, Mr. Butts?
Sir, they suck my big, black veined dick, sir!
Well, get used to it!
From this point on, you will eat, live, piss and breathe as soldiers!
You are on a mission to save someone else's ass for a change,
not just your own!
I work better with a motherfucking Uzi.
What the fuck do you know about work?
I know I worked your homeboy in the alley.
TOLIVER: Monster, Vasquez!
Ain't exactly what I had in mind for her, sir.
That Monster sure is an ugly motherfucker.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Come on!
Come on, give it to me.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Got you, baby.
This is bullshit.
Hold up, hold up.
I want you, bitch. Get your fat ass off me!
That bitch can fight.
Bastard!
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMS) Oh, shit.
Lamb, this ain't a Wild West show!
(GUN FIRING)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
Yo, Brophy, man. You had point.
You didn't see this goddamn hole, you dumbass?
I didn't have point. Tacohead had point.
I had flank.
Man, shut up. How are we gonna get out of here?
Next time, you won't have to worry about getting out.
'Cause there'll be too many bamboo spikes in your backs.
I suggest you gentlemen get your act together
and figure out who's doing what and why.
Butts, get 'em out of there.
Sure.
Grab hold of my dick.
Shut up and get us out of here.
We move out tomorrow at dawn.
From this point on, you got to keep your shit wired tight at all times.
Our first stop is Mock Bay.
What we need is some Mock Bay pussy.
Get some sleep. You're gonna need it tomorrow.
Brophy, douse that fire.
Major Toliver, sir?
Just wanted to say thank you for, you know, choosing me, sir.
I hate to burst your bubble, Lopez,
but I didn't choose you 'cause you were a good guy.
Yeah, I know.
But you give me a second chance now, sir.
You got first watch.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(GUN COCKING)
Who the hell is there?
Where do you think you're going?
Taking a shit. You got a problem with that?
Brophy, you have some water, man?
Yeah, I got water.
Let me get some, please.
Eat me.
Come on, man. I'm out, all right?
We gotta stick together, you said, remember?
So give me some goddamn water, man.
Touch my water and I'll cut your damn throat, got that?
(PANTING)
(LOUD RUSTLING)
Lopez!
(GUN FIRING)
Stay down!
(GRUNTING)
Stay down!
Where's it coming from?
I can't see him.
Get down.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
They still out there?
Yeah! Yeah! Get some, homes!
(GRUNTING)
TOLIVER: Ease off! Ease off!
Just a few bandits.
Grab your gear and let's get the hell out of here.
Lamb, take point.
There's gotta be a 7-Eleven around here somewhere.
LAMB: Oh, my God, you've gotta be kidding me.
BUTTS: I can tell you right now, this shit wasn't on no damn map.
All right, listen up, I'm gonna check it out.
Lamb, you come with me. The rest of you cover us.
You hear that, Butts?
Sir, you're the boss, sir!
When we get to the other side and secure the area, you'll get a signal from me.
Nobody makes a move till then.
You got it?
I got you.
Let's go.
(GRUNTS)
He's fine.
Screw this shit, I'm going.
Man, what's wrong with you, huh?
You gonna get out there and fall on your face.
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? See another whitey go down?
What's the matter with you, huh?
What's Brophy doing?
I don't know.
(INAUDIBLE)
Get down!
(MEN SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Holy shit!
(GUNS FIRING)
Hold on, Brophy!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
BUTTS: Hang on, Brophy! We're coming to get you.
Don't know why, but we're coming.
BUTTS: Vasquez, come and help.
Hold on, man! Keep pulling.
(GRUNTING)
Pull. I'm trying.
We got you.
Motherfucking gooks, man! I'm gonna kill 'em all.
Hey, man, they caught Toliver and the others. We gotta go after 'em.
Forget that. I'm sick of this. I'm out of here.
No way. Toliver brought us this far. We're gonna do something.
Like what? What we gonna do, huh? They dead. They dead.
He's right. They're dead and we're next. I'm out of here.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
I knew you were trying to escape last night and I let it go.
But if you try to go now, I swear to God, I'll blow your ass away.
You can trust me on that.
Are you with us or against us, hombre?
Come on, Brophy.
Free your mind
and your ass will follow.
(SIGHS)
Come on, man, let's go.
Any of you super convicts even got a plan?
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
(SNAKE SQUISHING)
(MAN LAUGHING)
I am not dying like that! I am not dying like that!
Don't let them get to you, man, that's what they want.
I'm gonna kill 'em, every last one of 'em.
I'm gonna kill 'em!
Listen to me, both of you. You gotta stay tough.
You panic, we can't think. We can't think, we're dead.
(SCREAMING) Shit! Shit!
Yeah, laugh, man.
Laugh. You're dead, you hear me? You go and laugh!
You're dead, you hear me? You're dead! God damn it...
You're the first one. You want some of me?
Leave him alone!
Leave him alone, damn it!
Monster! Monster!
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MEN LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
Shit! Shit!
It's okay, it's okay.
(CRUNCHING)
What's for dessert, motherfucker?
(SCREAMING)
Lopez.
Cut me loose. Cut me loose.
Untie me, man.
(MEN CLAMORING)
VASQUEZ: Here.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Monster!
(SURE YA RIGHT PLAYING)
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can you last all night?
(WOMEN YELLING)
♪ Is it good enough?
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can you last all night?
(MAN LAUGHING)
Hi.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Oh, no, no, no, no. Go get yours, man.
Hey, man, that nigger's scared of pussy.
I ain't scared of nothin', man.
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can ya last all night?
♪ Baby, got it going on
♪ That's what they all say
I'll be right back.
No, no, no.
Nigger, you're scared of pussy, too.
No, no. Look, shit... You don't understand.
See? I have somebody.
Nigger, this your bitch?
She ain't no bitch. Her name's Carmelita.
Nigger, she fine. That's all I know.
What she want with your ugly ass for?
How long y'all been together?
Four years.
Damn, nigger, four years?
I would've got bored in four days.
I'm getting married, man, when I get back.
We're having a kid.
You wanna have kids, man?
Fuck, no, man. I'm too young for that shit.
Life's a bitch, ain't it?
Yeah.
Used to be I didn't give a shit about dying.
Being in the jungle, people trying to kill me,
all I can think about is staying alive.
Is it cool between us, Butts?
Is that pleito over with?
Come on, man, I don't wanna talk about that shit right now.
No, man, is it?
Look, man, that was there. We here.
It's not personal.
It's about survival.
I need to know. Is it over?
Man, it's over when it's over.
If that's how you want it, homes.
Hey.
Hey.
Your date dump you?
My who?
Oh, the...
No, no. I was just horsing around.
I came out to talk to you.
Yeah?
About what?
Hey, man, cut that shit out.
Hey, nigger, there's some bitches upstairs.
What's up?
Thanks, douchebag!
Damn, nigger, I was just...
No, I don't wanna hear that shit, man. You're just trash, dude.
I was just informing you guys there was... Thanks.
...some hoes upstairs.
Major Toliver, sir.
Yeah, soldier.
Um...
I wanted you to know...
I did not kill my parents, sir.
And the police were just wrong.
You gotta believe me, sir. That's the God's honest truth.
Doesn't matter if I do or don't, Lamb.
All I know is you're a damn good soldier.
Okay?
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
TOLIVER: Lamb.
I believe you.
Thanks.
WOMAN: Please, sir!
MONSTER: Get back on the damn bed.
No!
I paid for this.
Get away from her, you bastard!
(WOMAN CRYING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
What the hell!
Hey.
(GRUNTING)
Come on, man!
Come on!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GUN COCKING)
Let him go.
What do y'all care about a dink bitch, anyway?
Put it down, Vasquez.
You're a goddamn animal.
Put it down.
Get her out of here.
Sir, I don't know what happened.
That bitch is crazy.
Get dressed.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
It's Vinh Moc, man. I think he's waking up.
Grab your gear, stay away from these windows.
Where the hell is Brophy?
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Where are the Americans?
We know you are here.
Why should they die for you?
Where Americans now?
VASQUEZ: They're gonna find us.
Let's just kill 'em.
Americans!
You've come a long way to die! You have women dying for you.
We have seen no one!
Please leave her alone, you bastard.
(SCREAMS) Mama!
That's Brophy, man.
Americans, come out, or he dies.
We gotta do something, sir.
Screw that shit, man. That pendejo did it to himself.
You son of a bitch.
No, he's right. There's nothing we can do. Let's move out.
Sir, they're the goddamn enemy.
The more we take out now, the less we have to deal with later.
Look, if we go out there now, we're outmanned, outgunned.
We could jeopardize our entire mission, not to mention getting killed.
Who's willing to risk that?
Right here, man.
VASQUEZ: Me, too.
I'm down.
Monster?
(COCKS GUN)
I'm always ready to get some.
He dies in 15 seconds!
Butts, Vasquez, cover us from the upstairs windows.
The rest of you come with me.
Now let's move now!
I don't even know what I'm doing.
I don't even like the skinhead motherfucker.
Five, four, three,
two, one!
(GUN FIRING)
Jesus!
(GUNS FIRING)
You want more, I'll give you more.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(YELLS)
Sorry, man.
Hey, save it, buddy.
Shit!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
Reload. Reload.
(MEN SCREAMING)
Excuse me, can I have a cheeseburger?
(GRUNTING)
Shit! Lopez!
(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Shit! Shit! Lopez.
Oh, shit! Gonna be all right.
Butts?
Yeah, man.
Is it over between us, Butts?
The pleito over with?
It's over, man. The shit's over.
Do me a favor, man.
Find Carmelita and give her this.
You give it to her, man. You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.
(EXHALES)
Lopez.
Wake up, man.
Lopez!
(SNIFFLING)
Damn, man.
All right, we gotta go. Let's move it.
(GUNS FIRING)
We gotta go, Butts. Let's go.
Hey! Vasquez!
The church!
Monster! Vasquez! Get here!
(GUNS FIRING)
Monster, come on! Come on!
You can make it. Come on.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
Monster!
Shit!
Shit!
(SOBBING)
TOLIVER: Vasquez.
All of you, let's get the hell out of here before we're all dead.
Move it!
Shit!
Monster.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Get up!
Shit! We're screwed, man!
This is your fault, skinhead!
This is for Lopez and Monster.
(PANTING)
Go ahead.
Cut my fucking throat.
I don't fucking feel sorry for you!
Do it. Do it!
You should've let them kill me.
I didn't ask you to fucking save me.
Why'd you let them do it?
This is your fault!
Why didn't you just fucking leave me?
We're supposed to be a team.
Brothers!
Don't you get it? I'm not your fucking bro!
I don't give a shit about saving some fucking girl!
I don't give a shit about any of you.
Just me.
This is who I fucking am!
This is what my father wanted.
This is what he made me.
Kill all the damn blacks and the spics and the Jews.
Fucking gooks!
Fuck 'em all!
(CRYING) I killed Monster.
I killed Lopez.
I'm sorry.
All right!
Time for payback.
TOLIVER: Down! Take cover! Down! Down!
Sir, looks like we got our ride up the river.
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(DOG BARKING)
Miss Prescott.
(MEN CHATTERING)
It's very simple.
If you want to live, you will read it.
GABRIELLE: I've told you, I won't help you get weapons to kill more people.
You are my weapon.
(SOLDIER SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You're killing them one by one.
No!
Stop!
All right, I'll read your damn message.
"My name is Gabrielle Prescott.
"I was sent here by the United States as a spy.
"General Moc has agreed to preserve my life in return for...
"A $10 million arms shipment."
Don't do it, Dad!
Just let me go.
Don't let him kill anymore people.
Enough!
Your pleas were all we needed. That should be enough for your father.
He'll have this tape to remember you by.
TOLIVER: Vinh Moc's camp is just over this ridge.
We should be there before dark.
Guess I won't be needing this heavy bag no more.
(GRUNTS)
(EXPLOSION)
Don't move!
Jesus Christ, Butts, what the hell did you have in there?
(PANTING) Just some dirty drawers.
I didn't know it was gonna explode!
Don't move!
Don't move means don't move.
Move and your shit's in the wind.
(PANTING)
(MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GASPS) Get back.
What are we gonna do? They're gonna see 'em.
(WHISPERING) They're sitting ducks out there.
We gotta do something.
There's nothing you can do but get 'em killed.
(SIGHING)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Where's Brophy?
(SHOUTS) Where's Brophy?
Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SOLDIERS EXCLAIMING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GRUNTING)
Brophy, man.
He didn't have to do this shit.
You don't know, man.
Maybe he did.
Let's go.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(DOG BARKING)
So this is where the shit bag hangs out at, huh?
Looks like it.
Looks pretty tight.
Must be 10, maybe 12 at the post.
Those towers are pretty heavily armed.
Two 60-caliber machine guns, one GL7.
Sounds like some serious shit.
Can you see where they're holding Gabrielle?
No.
Probably have her tucked away under guard somewhere.
If she's still alive.
Sir, how we gonna get past those towers?
Right now, our main concern is locating Gabrielle.
We might be putting our lives on the line for nothing.
All I know is she better be alive.
I didn't come all the way out here for Vinh Moc's ass,
that's for damn sure.
Sit tight, huh? Till I get back.
I'm going down for a closer look.
Man, that nigger crazy.
I think he was dropped as a child.
(SOLDIER SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Hold on. We'll be back for you.
She's alive. Listen up.
The entire camp is surrounded by incendiary charges.
Gabrielle's in a pit in the center of the camp.
But first, we have to take out those towers.
Sir, how we gonna take 'em out?
With these. They're wired and ready.
BUTTS: Shit.
Hey, Butts, you take the tower on the east end.
Sir, where's that at?
Vasquez, you take the one over there.
LAMB: What about the jeep and the choppers?
Don't worry about that. That's for later.
Lamb, take the tower in the north.
After the dynamite's set, nobody makes a move
till you get a signal from me, you got that?
Sir, what about Gabrielle, sir?
Once those charges go, all hell's gonna break loose.
Just take out as many of those assholes as you can.
I'll worry about her.
How's that arm?
I'm all right. I'm gonna make it, sir.
Okay. This is what we came for, team. Let's get it done.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(BEEPING)
(DOG BARKING)
(SOLDIER YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTS)
(BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
(SOLDIER YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Bring the girl. Now!
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GABRIELLE GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(PANTING)
BUTTS: You okay?
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
TOLIVER: Shit!
(GRUNTS)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
(GRUNTING)
Go! Run!
(SCREAMING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
TOLIVER: Don't stop. Move. Get down!
(GABRIELLE PANTING)
They're trying to take out Toliver.
Give me the detonator.
(COCKING GUN)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(GROANS)
Hurry up!
(SCREAMING)
(DETONATOR CLICKS)
Holy shit!
(SOLDIER SCREAMING)
(DETONATOR CLICKING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
Oh, great.
(DETONATOR CLICKING)
Come on. Shit!
Shit! Piece of shit!
(GRUNTING)
You ready?
Let's do it.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
BUTTS: I'll take care of the chopper.
(LAMB GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Americans! I've been waiting for you!
(GRUNTS)
(YELLING)
(SCREAMING)
What we gonna do?
Shit, we've gotta get out of here.
How? There's too many.
Butts, think you can get this thing started?
I'll give it a shot.
(WIRES BUZZING)
I got it. Move! Get in the back!
Get in the back!
Oh, shit!
(SCREAMS)
(SOLDIERS YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTING)
BUTTS: Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(TOLIVER GRUNTS)
(BEEPING)
(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)
VASQUEZ: Look out!
(TOLIVER GRUNTING)
Shit, I'm out, man!
(CLICKS)
Shit!
LAMB: Butts, man, what the hell are you doing?
(BEEPING)
(ALL GASPING)
Whoa.
VASQUEZ: Man!
(EXCLAIMS)
I thought I'd save all your asses.
Good job, soldier. Now let's get the hell out of here.
LAMB: Let's move it, man. Let's go.
BUTTS: Yeah.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
SOLDIER: I've got it, sir.
It's approximately 225 kilometers from Base Six,
moving at approximately 210 kilometers per hour.
Good.
Target is in your range, Base Six, in 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one!
Fire! Fire!
Direct hit.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: Please, send help immediately. We're inside NLF territory.
MAN ON RADIO: Listen very carefully. You must send up a flare.
Take this flare gun. You know how to use this?
Yes. Go. Please hurry.
We don't have much time.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(PANTING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Drop it. MAN: Please.
It's a United Nations charter.
We're flying emergency relief supplies to Da Nang.
These are your people, for God's sakes!
I am the people.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
There are no weapons, sir. Only food and medicine.
Destroy what we can't take.
But, sir, it's not an arms shipment.
What are you saying, Lieutenant?
We are making too many mistakes.
You're the mistake.
(GUN FIRES)
Bury him.
(DOOR BUZZING)
I'll take some of those grits.
MAN: You got it, Counselor.
If you eat enough of that crap, you might just turn into a prisoner.
But you'd probably like that, huh, Toliver?
Take a nap, Brophy.
Yeah.
(MEN CHATTERING)
Them wetbag motherfuckers' looking to plan something, man.
It's like this. If they throw down,
they gotta know they gonna get paid.
That's what I'm talking about.
MAN ON PA: Counselor Toliver,
please come to the front office.
That's right. Take your sorry ass to the warden's office.
Your bitch ass in trouble.
(ALL CACKLING)
Yeah.
(LAUGHING) I'm out, kid.
All right, man.
Major.
Wow, you're out of uniform, General.
Howard, I'd like you to meet Jameson Prescott,
CEO and owner of Prescott International,
founder of the Biotech Industries.
Look, Toliver, let me cut to the chase.
For the past two years,
my daughter's been doing relief work for the United Nations.
Oh, how nice for her. What's that got to do with me?
Yesterday, the plane she was on went down,
just shy of the border in Vietnam.
Military intelligence has located the plane and the rest of the bodies,
except for Gabrielle's.
The plane was shot down by National Liberation Front, a guerilla group.
Leader's name is...
TOLIVER: Vinh Moc. Right.
I read the papers. So what do you want from me?
I want my daughter back, Toliver.
And I'm prepared to pay whatever it takes to get her back,
that is if you think you can do it.
No. I don't think I can.
Uh...
(MEN CHATTERING)
Hey.
(GUNS FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
Bitch, look what you did to my motherfucking car!
First you steal from me, then you go crash my shit!
Look at you!
This nigger gotta go.
Raul!
This is for Raul, bitch.
(GRUNTS)
Look at me, motherfucker. I did this to you.
I do my fighting here now.
Seen more kids killed on the streets than I saw in Vietnam.
Gangs, drugs, riots.
You just call up the National Guard and forget about it.
You took one of the raza, the raza took one of yours.
Eh, Querena, you can join this Pina .
You're gonna die.
(MEN CLAMORING)
Now some little rich girl's in trouble and look who's here.
A five-star general and her billionaire father.
(GRUNTING)
(MEN CLAMORING)
Shit!
Get up against the wall! Get up against the wall!
You're dead, motherfucker!
Yeah? Is that what you want? That's what you got, you pinche mayate.
We'll see who's a dead man!
I'll kill you, you wetbag mother...
You're dead, Pina. You're dead!
Hey, are you all right?
I'll find your bitch! Just get me out of this shit hole!
Butts, your bad ass ain't going nowhere.
Shut up.
I ain't got nothing to lose but 50 years off a life sentence.
Do me a favor. Send me to Vietnam!
MAN 1: Vietnam? What are you talking about?
(ALL MUTTERING)
Oh, you all don't know? There's a girl captured in 'Nam.
Look, man, I'll find your bitch.
That shit ain't nothing compared to what I go through out here.
I could be into that. Beats the hell out of this pit.
Shut up. Don't you think you've done enough?
Maybe you're the one who hasn't done enough, sir.
Say that again.
What the brother's trying to say is you just riding the system.
Recycling us until we end up dead.
MAN 2: What you got to say about that?
So, what's up?
MAN 3: Come with me. Come on, let's go.
You better walk these four guys down to solitary.
Let's go. Guys, go.
If I do this, I wanna take some of the kids with me.
Oh, wait a minute, Toliver.
I don't know about putting kids in danger.
You want your daughter back?
Yeah, I want my daughter back.
Okay.
I want a full, unconditional presidential pardon
for anyone who survives the mission.
We'll think of something.
One more thing,
and it's not negotiable, so don't even try.
Name it.
I want a $10 million donation to California Youth Services.
Scholarships, libraries, gyms. You name it.
Okay.
Smile, Prescott. It's tax-deductible.
Mr. Brophy. Two counts of first-degree murder.
One Korean, one Chicano. What, no blacks, Brophy?
I'm working on it.
That's not a very Christian attitude.
Screw them, too.
(CHUCKLING)
What's so damn funny?
You. Guard.
What, that's it? Am I going with you? Am I going with you?
Mr. Lopez.
You wouldn't happen to know anything about Jenkins
being brutally murdered this morning, now, would you?
Yeah, I know something about that.
Don't nothing happen down here that I don't know about.
But I didn't come down here to talk about no goddamn Jenkins.
You look at me when I'm talking to you!
I do what I gotta do to protect what's mine, ese!
I don't have much in this world, but the one thing I do have
ain't no man ever gonna take from me.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Pride. Respect. That I'd die for. Pride?
Yeah, that I'd kill for.
(EXHALES)
It's like this. If you got a problem, I'll help you solve it.
I don't want shit and I ain't asking for shit.
You think you're such hot shit, don't you, boy?
Selling drugs? Gang banging?
Well, let me tell you something.
You're nothing but a disgrace.
A parasite.
So don't tell me what you're gonna do for me.
'Cause all you know how to do is take.
What else is there, huh?
What else do I got to give?
What else do I got to give except my life?
Whatever I take is what I get, you understand?
What's your problem?
You don't think I'm as tough as those putas, just try me.
We're talking about a combat situation.
Yeah, well, I'm not a moron, homes.
Both my parents were killed, dead when I was five.
And since then, I just got handed around from pervert to pervert,
till one day, I decided I wasn't gonna take it no more.
The next one who touched me,
I took an axe and I just started swinging
and when I finished, there wasn't much left of him.
Michael Greer, a.k.a. Monster.
Says here you killed two men with your bare hands,
raped and killed a girl all before you turned 15.
Sounds like I ought to do the world a favor and just kill you myself.
Why should I give you a second chance?
(SCREAMING)
Wait a minute. Hold it.
Keep him down. Keep him down.
(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)
Damn.
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
MAN 1: You got a letter from your old lady.
Mr. Toliver, hey! Mr. Toliver, sir!
MAN 2: Hey, get back to work.
Wait! I've just got to talk to him. Mr. Toliver!
You're not going anywhere. Get back there.
(GRUNTS)
(MEN SHOUTING)
That's it. All right.
Mr. Toliver. Mr. Toliver!
They won't let me talk to you, man!
Let him go. I said let him go!
MAN 3: You're dead, Lamb!
TOLIVER: Where did you learn how to fight like that, Lamb?
Um, Red Dragons.
Is that a gang?
No, it's a Chinese restaurant I worked at.
One of the old cooks taught me.
Don't let the boy-scout act fool you, sir.
Seems Mommy and Daddy
weren't giving this jerk enough allowance,
so he killed them, in their sleep.
That is a lie, sir.
He slit their throats.
That's bullshit! All I want is a chance, man.
Get this guy to solitary.
Hold it.
Have his release papers ready with the rest of them.
And don't screw up.
Hey, thanks, man.
Mr. Toliver, I'm not gonna let you down, man.
I'm not gonna let you down.
LOPEZ: Watch who you're pushing, ese.
LAMB: You better watch who you're talking to there, tiny.
TOLIVER: All right, listen up.
From now on, my name is Major Howard Toliver.
Now, before we go,
I wanna make one thing perfectly clear.
There's every possibility that some of you will not return from this mission.
If any of you have any doubts about participating in this operation,
you can back out right now
and return to prison, no questions asked.
All right, gentlemen, lady,
move out.
Let's get it on.
(LAUGHING)
(GIRL SCREAMING)
(MEN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
Hey, I just want you to know,
this shit ain't over between us just because we're here.
Are you threatening me, mayate?
Nah, nigger. It's a promise.
I can't believe I'm putting my ass on the line
with you Boyz-n-the-Hood assholes.
I'm hoping the niggers and the wetbacks just kill each other.
(CHUCKLING) Best damn thing that could happen.
You guys are all a bunch of losers, if you ask me.
Nigger, didn't nobody ask you shit.
(PANTING)
Halt.
Bring her to the camp.
Oh, man.
Vietnam. Just like in the movies.
Yeah? Where's the '60s music, dude?
Hey, homes, when are you taking these damn chains off?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Say, baby, why don't you do me a favor while you're down there?
Hey, why don't you wait until I get my knife and do the world a favor?
All right, everybody head to the Huey.
Let's move it.
Chopper? Didn't nobody tell us about no damn chopper.
♪ Take a number
TOLIVER: Okay, you have exactly one minute to unload this Huey.
Let's move it. Let's go!
Move it, Butts! Move!
We meet here in three days at 0600 hours.
If you're not here, we're not coming back.
Good luck.
♪ Life is too short
Get off me.
(GRUNTS)
♪ It ain't always right
♪ And no one's always wrong
♪ I can't always be what you expect me to be
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I think I need to make something clear.
You wanna fight?
♪ That's a fact
You start by kicking my ass!
♪ Keep on moving, you better not look back
♪ We got it in for each other
Grab your gear.
♪ And everybody's brother
Major.
♪ Why can't it be a little give and take?
♪ How come we gotta rub it in each other's face?
♪ I can't always be what you expect me to be
(GRUNTING)
♪ Oh, no, I can't
♪ And yet, I expect to be
♪ The man that's inside of me
♪ All I need from you
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
All right, listen up.
This is our destination.
Plane went down near the Red River.
Vinh Moc's camp is up in these hills just over the border.
Now, as you can see, we got a lot of jungle to cross to get to Vinh Moc's.
And we'll be hiking it inch by inch, foot by foot.
Whoa. We ain't got a tank?
TOLIVER: No, we ain't got a tank.
Then I'll steal one.
How do we even know the bitch is there?
VASQUEZ: She ain't a bitch, you asshole.
She got a pussy, don't she? That makes her a bitch, bitch.
Fuck you.
TOLIVER: Settle down, the both of you.
In answer to your question, Vinh Moc controls this whole region.
If she's alive, he's got her.
So we go in, get the girl and get the hell out.
No problem.
Right, no problem,
except we'll be outnumbered 100 to 1
by people fighting for their lives.
What do you think we been doing?
We start training tomorrow at 0500 hours.
Training?
Mr. Lamb!
Sir.
If you intend to kill us in our sleep,
now's your chance. You got first watch.
The rest of you, sleep well.
I can tell you right now, I'm not getting no sleep tonight.
BUTTS: Training?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
VINH MOC: Good news, Gabrielle.
Yes, we know who you are and who your father is.
Thanks to satellite news.
...that an American woman was on the United Nations charter
shot down last Thursday in northern Vietnam.
UN spokespeople have confirmed today
that that woman was Gabrielle Prescott,
daughter of billionaire biotech magnate, Jameson Prescott.
She is believed to have been captured by the guerilla forces
of the National Liberation Front,
a revolutionary movement committed to destroying
political and trade agreements between the United States
and its old enemy, North Vietnam.
In three months,
with you as my hostage, our forces will become 10 times stronger.
Strong enough to defeat Hanoi.
Do you think my father's just gonna sit around while I rot in your pit?
Well, with Americans, you never know.
But in your case, percentages are good.
In fact,
I'm counting on it.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I can't eat this for three days.
Man, this is leftover from 'Nam. I know it.
Why don't you ask Toliver to airlift you a cheeseburger or something?
Why don't you airlift your ass out of my business?
Guess they forgot the chitlins and the watermelon, huh?
Why don't you just shut your dumb redneck ass, huh?
Man, you better chill out. Toliver's coming.
Screw that!
TOLIVER: Morning, ladies.
On your feet.
Now!
Get in attention, eyes front, hands at your sides. Eyes front, short stuff.
Shoulders back.
Butts, how was your breakfast?
Terrible.
From now on, if you're directing a question or comment to me,
the first thing and the last thing out of your mouth
better be "sir."
That understood? (MOUTHING) Yeah.
I don't think you heard me, son.
(SHOUTING) I said, if you're addressing me,
the first word and the last word out of your stinking hole
better be "sir"! Now, is that clear?
Sir! My balls hurt, sir!
Now let me ask you again.
How were those delicious K-rations, Mr. Butts?
Sir, they suck my big, black veined dick, sir!
Well, get used to it!
From this point on, you will eat, live, piss and breathe as soldiers!
You are on a mission to save someone else's ass for a change,
not just your own!
I work better with a motherfucking Uzi.
What the fuck do you know about work?
I know I worked your homeboy in the alley.
TOLIVER: Monster, Vasquez!
Ain't exactly what I had in mind for her, sir.
That Monster sure is an ugly motherfucker.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Come on!
Come on, give it to me.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Got you, baby.
This is bullshit.
Hold up, hold up.
I want you, bitch. Get your fat ass off me!
That bitch can fight.
Bastard!
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMS) Oh, shit.
Lamb, this ain't a Wild West show!
(GUN FIRING)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
Yo, Brophy, man. You had point.
You didn't see this goddamn hole, you dumbass?
I didn't have point. Tacohead had point.
I had flank.
Man, shut up. How are we gonna get out of here?
Next time, you won't have to worry about getting out.
'Cause there'll be too many bamboo spikes in your backs.
I suggest you gentlemen get your act together
and figure out who's doing what and why.
Butts, get 'em out of there.
Sure.
Grab hold of my dick.
Shut up and get us out of here.
We move out tomorrow at dawn.
From this point on, you got to keep your shit wired tight at all times.
Our first stop is Mock Bay.
What we need is some Mock Bay pussy.
Get some sleep. You're gonna need it tomorrow.
Brophy, douse that fire.
Major Toliver, sir?
Just wanted to say thank you for, you know, choosing me, sir.
I hate to burst your bubble, Lopez,
but I didn't choose you 'cause you were a good guy.
Yeah, I know.
But you give me a second chance now, sir.
You got first watch.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(GUN COCKING)
Who the hell is there?
Where do you think you're going?
Taking a shit. You got a problem with that?
Brophy, you have some water, man?
Yeah, I got water.
Let me get some, please.
Eat me.
Come on, man. I'm out, all right?
We gotta stick together, you said, remember?
So give me some goddamn water, man.
Touch my water and I'll cut your damn throat, got that?
(PANTING)
(LOUD RUSTLING)
Lopez!
(GUN FIRING)
Stay down!
(GRUNTING)
Stay down!
Where's it coming from?
I can't see him.
Get down.
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
They still out there?
Yeah! Yeah! Get some, homes!
(GRUNTING)
TOLIVER: Ease off! Ease off!
Just a few bandits.
Grab your gear and let's get the hell out of here.
Lamb, take point.
There's gotta be a 7-Eleven around here somewhere.
LAMB: Oh, my God, you've gotta be kidding me.
BUTTS: I can tell you right now, this shit wasn't on no damn map.
All right, listen up, I'm gonna check it out.
Lamb, you come with me. The rest of you cover us.
You hear that, Butts?
Sir, you're the boss, sir!
When we get to the other side and secure the area, you'll get a signal from me.
Nobody makes a move till then.
You got it?
I got you.
Let's go.
(GRUNTS)
He's fine.
Screw this shit, I'm going.
Man, what's wrong with you, huh?
You gonna get out there and fall on your face.
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? See another whitey go down?
What's the matter with you, huh?
What's Brophy doing?
I don't know.
(INAUDIBLE)
Get down!
(MEN SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Holy shit!
(GUNS FIRING)
Hold on, Brophy!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
BUTTS: Hang on, Brophy! We're coming to get you.
Don't know why, but we're coming.
BUTTS: Vasquez, come and help.
Hold on, man! Keep pulling.
(GRUNTING)
Pull. I'm trying.
We got you.
Motherfucking gooks, man! I'm gonna kill 'em all.
Hey, man, they caught Toliver and the others. We gotta go after 'em.
Forget that. I'm sick of this. I'm out of here.
No way. Toliver brought us this far. We're gonna do something.
Like what? What we gonna do, huh? They dead. They dead.
He's right. They're dead and we're next. I'm out of here.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
I knew you were trying to escape last night and I let it go.
But if you try to go now, I swear to God, I'll blow your ass away.
You can trust me on that.
Are you with us or against us, hombre?
Come on, Brophy.
Free your mind
and your ass will follow.
(SIGHS)
Come on, man, let's go.
Any of you super convicts even got a plan?
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
(SNAKE SQUISHING)
(MAN LAUGHING)
I am not dying like that! I am not dying like that!
Don't let them get to you, man, that's what they want.
I'm gonna kill 'em, every last one of 'em.
I'm gonna kill 'em!
Listen to me, both of you. You gotta stay tough.
You panic, we can't think. We can't think, we're dead.
(SCREAMING) Shit! Shit!
Yeah, laugh, man.
Laugh. You're dead, you hear me? You go and laugh!
You're dead, you hear me? You're dead! God damn it...
You're the first one. You want some of me?
Leave him alone!
Leave him alone, damn it!
Monster! Monster!
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MEN LAUGHING)
(SCREAMING)
Shit! Shit!
It's okay, it's okay.
(CRUNCHING)
What's for dessert, motherfucker?
(SCREAMING)
Lopez.
Cut me loose. Cut me loose.
Untie me, man.
(MEN CLAMORING)
VASQUEZ: Here.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Monster!
(SURE YA RIGHT PLAYING)
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can you last all night?
(WOMEN YELLING)
♪ Is it good enough?
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can you last all night?
(MAN LAUGHING)
Hi.
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Oh, no, no, no, no. Go get yours, man.
Hey, man, that nigger's scared of pussy.
I ain't scared of nothin', man.
♪ Can I... Can I get to know ya?
♪ Sure ya right
♪ Can I get a little love?
♪ Can ya last all night?
♪ Baby, got it going on
♪ That's what they all say
I'll be right back.
No, no, no.
Nigger, you're scared of pussy, too.
No, no. Look, shit... You don't understand.
See? I have somebody.
Nigger, this your bitch?
She ain't no bitch. Her name's Carmelita.
Nigger, she fine. That's all I know.
What she want with your ugly ass for?
How long y'all been together?
Four years.
Damn, nigger, four years?
I would've got bored in four days.
I'm getting married, man, when I get back.
We're having a kid.
You wanna have kids, man?
Fuck, no, man. I'm too young for that shit.
Life's a bitch, ain't it?
Yeah.
Used to be I didn't give a shit about dying.
Being in the jungle, people trying to kill me,
all I can think about is staying alive.
Is it cool between us, Butts?
Is that pleito over with?
Come on, man, I don't wanna talk about that shit right now.
No, man, is it?
Look, man, that was there. We here.
It's not personal.
It's about survival.
I need to know. Is it over?
Man, it's over when it's over.
If that's how you want it, homes.
Hey.
Hey.
Your date dump you?
My who?
Oh, the...
No, no. I was just horsing around.
I came out to talk to you.
Yeah?
About what?
Hey, man, cut that shit out.
Hey, nigger, there's some bitches upstairs.
What's up?
Thanks, douchebag!
Damn, nigger, I was just...
No, I don't wanna hear that shit, man. You're just trash, dude.
I was just informing you guys there was... Thanks.
...some hoes upstairs.
Major Toliver, sir.
Yeah, soldier.
Um...
I wanted you to know...
I did not kill my parents, sir.
And the police were just wrong.
You gotta believe me, sir. That's the God's honest truth.
Doesn't matter if I do or don't, Lamb.
All I know is you're a damn good soldier.
Okay?
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
TOLIVER: Lamb.
I believe you.
Thanks.
WOMAN: Please, sir!
MONSTER: Get back on the damn bed.
No!
I paid for this.
Get away from her, you bastard!
(WOMAN CRYING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
What the hell!
Hey.
(GRUNTING)
Come on, man!
Come on!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GUN COCKING)
Let him go.
What do y'all care about a dink bitch, anyway?
Put it down, Vasquez.
You're a goddamn animal.
Put it down.
Get her out of here.
Sir, I don't know what happened.
That bitch is crazy.
Get dressed.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
It's Vinh Moc, man. I think he's waking up.
Grab your gear, stay away from these windows.
Where the hell is Brophy?
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Where are the Americans?
We know you are here.
Why should they die for you?
Where Americans now?
VASQUEZ: They're gonna find us.
Let's just kill 'em.
Americans!
You've come a long way to die! You have women dying for you.
We have seen no one!
Please leave her alone, you bastard.
(SCREAMS) Mama!
That's Brophy, man.
Americans, come out, or he dies.
We gotta do something, sir.
Screw that shit, man. That pendejo did it to himself.
You son of a bitch.
No, he's right. There's nothing we can do. Let's move out.
Sir, they're the goddamn enemy.
The more we take out now, the less we have to deal with later.
Look, if we go out there now, we're outmanned, outgunned.
We could jeopardize our entire mission, not to mention getting killed.
Who's willing to risk that?
Right here, man.
VASQUEZ: Me, too.
I'm down.
Monster?
(COCKS GUN)
I'm always ready to get some.
He dies in 15 seconds!
Butts, Vasquez, cover us from the upstairs windows.
The rest of you come with me.
Now let's move now!
I don't even know what I'm doing.
I don't even like the skinhead motherfucker.
Five, four, three,
two, one!
(GUN FIRING)
Jesus!
(GUNS FIRING)
You want more, I'll give you more.
(SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(YELLS)
Sorry, man.
Hey, save it, buddy.
Shit!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
Reload. Reload.
(MEN SCREAMING)
Excuse me, can I have a cheeseburger?
(GRUNTING)
Shit! Lopez!
(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
Shit! Shit! Lopez.
Oh, shit! Gonna be all right.
Butts?
Yeah, man.
Is it over between us, Butts?
The pleito over with?
It's over, man. The shit's over.
Do me a favor, man.
Find Carmelita and give her this.
You give it to her, man. You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.
(EXHALES)
Lopez.
Wake up, man.
Lopez!
(SNIFFLING)
Damn, man.
All right, we gotta go. Let's move it.
(GUNS FIRING)
We gotta go, Butts. Let's go.
Hey! Vasquez!
The church!
Monster! Vasquez! Get here!
(GUNS FIRING)
Monster, come on! Come on!
You can make it. Come on.
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
Monster!
Shit!
Shit!
(SOBBING)
TOLIVER: Vasquez.
All of you, let's get the hell out of here before we're all dead.
Move it!
Shit!
Monster.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Get up!
Shit! We're screwed, man!
This is your fault, skinhead!
This is for Lopez and Monster.
(PANTING)
Go ahead.
Cut my fucking throat.
I don't fucking feel sorry for you!
Do it. Do it!
You should've let them kill me.
I didn't ask you to fucking save me.
Why'd you let them do it?
This is your fault!
Why didn't you just fucking leave me?
We're supposed to be a team.
Brothers!
Don't you get it? I'm not your fucking bro!
I don't give a shit about saving some fucking girl!
I don't give a shit about any of you.
Just me.
This is who I fucking am!
This is what my father wanted.
This is what he made me.
Kill all the damn blacks and the spics and the Jews.
Fucking gooks!
Fuck 'em all!
(CRYING) I killed Monster.
I killed Lopez.
I'm sorry.
All right!
Time for payback.
TOLIVER: Down! Take cover! Down! Down!
Sir, looks like we got our ride up the river.
(GRUNTING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(DOG BARKING)
Miss Prescott.
(MEN CHATTERING)
It's very simple.
If you want to live, you will read it.
GABRIELLE: I've told you, I won't help you get weapons to kill more people.
You are my weapon.
(SOLDIER SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
You're killing them one by one.
No!
Stop!
All right, I'll read your damn message.
"My name is Gabrielle Prescott.
"I was sent here by the United States as a spy.
"General Moc has agreed to preserve my life in return for...
"A $10 million arms shipment."
Don't do it, Dad!
Just let me go.
Don't let him kill anymore people.
Enough!
Your pleas were all we needed. That should be enough for your father.
He'll have this tape to remember you by.
TOLIVER: Vinh Moc's camp is just over this ridge.
We should be there before dark.
Guess I won't be needing this heavy bag no more.
(GRUNTS)
(EXPLOSION)
Don't move!
Jesus Christ, Butts, what the hell did you have in there?
(PANTING) Just some dirty drawers.
I didn't know it was gonna explode!
Don't move!
Don't move means don't move.
Move and your shit's in the wind.
(PANTING)
(MEN CHATTERING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GASPS) Get back.
What are we gonna do? They're gonna see 'em.
(WHISPERING) They're sitting ducks out there.
We gotta do something.
There's nothing you can do but get 'em killed.
(SIGHING)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Where's Brophy?
(SHOUTS) Where's Brophy?
Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(MEN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SOLDIERS EXCLAIMING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GRUNTING)
Brophy, man.
He didn't have to do this shit.
You don't know, man.
Maybe he did.
Let's go.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(DOG BARKING)
So this is where the shit bag hangs out at, huh?
Looks like it.
Looks pretty tight.
Must be 10, maybe 12 at the post.
Those towers are pretty heavily armed.
Two 60-caliber machine guns, one GL7.
Sounds like some serious shit.
Can you see where they're holding Gabrielle?
No.
Probably have her tucked away under guard somewhere.
If she's still alive.
Sir, how we gonna get past those towers?
Right now, our main concern is locating Gabrielle.
We might be putting our lives on the line for nothing.
All I know is she better be alive.
I didn't come all the way out here for Vinh Moc's ass,
that's for damn sure.
Sit tight, huh? Till I get back.
I'm going down for a closer look.
Man, that nigger crazy.
I think he was dropped as a child.
(SOLDIER SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Hold on. We'll be back for you.
She's alive. Listen up.
The entire camp is surrounded by incendiary charges.
Gabrielle's in a pit in the center of the camp.
But first, we have to take out those towers.
Sir, how we gonna take 'em out?
With these. They're wired and ready.
BUTTS: Shit.
Hey, Butts, you take the tower on the east end.
Sir, where's that at?
Vasquez, you take the one over there.
LAMB: What about the jeep and the choppers?
Don't worry about that. That's for later.
Lamb, take the tower in the north.
After the dynamite's set, nobody makes a move
till you get a signal from me, you got that?
Sir, what about Gabrielle, sir?
Once those charges go, all hell's gonna break loose.
Just take out as many of those assholes as you can.
I'll worry about her.
How's that arm?
I'm all right. I'm gonna make it, sir.
Okay. This is what we came for, team. Let's get it done.
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(BEEPING)
(DOG BARKING)
(SOLDIER YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTS)
(BEEPS)
(BEEPING)
(SOLDIER YELLS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Bring the girl. Now!
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GABRIELLE GROANING)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(PANTING)
BUTTS: You okay?
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
TOLIVER: Shit!
(GRUNTS)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
(GRUNTING)
Go! Run!
(SCREAMING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
TOLIVER: Don't stop. Move. Get down!
(GABRIELLE PANTING)
They're trying to take out Toliver.
Give me the detonator.
(COCKING GUN)
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(GROANS)
Hurry up!
(SCREAMING)
(DETONATOR CLICKS)
Holy shit!
(SOLDIER SCREAMING)
(DETONATOR CLICKING)
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
Oh, great.
(DETONATOR CLICKING)
Come on. Shit!
Shit! Piece of shit!
(GRUNTING)
You ready?
Let's do it.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
BUTTS: I'll take care of the chopper.
(LAMB GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Americans! I've been waiting for you!
(GRUNTS)
(YELLING)
(SCREAMING)
What we gonna do?
Shit, we've gotta get out of here.
How? There's too many.
Butts, think you can get this thing started?
I'll give it a shot.
(WIRES BUZZING)
I got it. Move! Get in the back!
Get in the back!
Oh, shit!
(SCREAMS)
(SOLDIERS YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(GRUNTING)
BUTTS: Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(TOLIVER GRUNTS)
(BEEPING)
(SOLDIERS SCREAMING)
VASQUEZ: Look out!
(TOLIVER GRUNTING)
Shit, I'm out, man!
(CLICKS)
Shit!
LAMB: Butts, man, what the hell are you doing?
(BEEPING)
(ALL GASPING)
Whoa.
VASQUEZ: Man!
(EXCLAIMS)
I thought I'd save all your asses.
Good job, soldier. Now let's get the hell out of here.
LAMB: Let's move it, man. Let's go.
BUTTS: Yeah.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)