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: What are you doing? Do you know what the hell you've done? Murdock
: Don't act so innocent, Colonel. You had your suspicions, and if you suspected then you're sort of an accessory aren't ya? Trautman
: Don't ever count me with you and your scum! It was a lie wasn't it? Just like the whole damn war, it was a lie! Murdock
: What are you talking about? Trautman
: That camp... was supposed to be empty. Rambo goes in, a decorated vet, he finds no POWs, the Congress buys it - case closed! And if he happens to get caught, nobody knows he's alive except you and your computers... and you can reprogram that can't you? Murdock
: Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Trautman? Trautman
: A stinkin' bureaucrat who's tryin to cover his ass! Murdock
: No, not just mine Trautman. We're talkin' about a nation here! Besides, it was your hero's fault. Now if your warrior had gone in and done what the hell he was supposed to do, we'd be out of this clean and simple. He was just supposed to take pictures! Trautman
: And if those pictures showed something they would have been... lost... wouldn't they? Murdock
: Oh Trautman, I still don't think you understand what this is all about. Trautman
: The same as it always is! Money! In '72 we were supposed to pay the Cong four-and-a-half billion in war reparations. We reneged, they kept the POWs... and you're doing the same thing all over again. Murdock
: And what the hell would you do, Trautman? Pay blackmail money to ransom our own men and finance the war effort against our allies? What if some burn-out POW shows up on the six o-clock news? What do you want to do... start the war all over again? You wanna bomb Hanoi? You want everybody screaming for armed invasion? Do you honestly think somebody's gonna get up on the floor of the United States Senate, and ask for billions of dollars for a couple of forgotten ghosts? Trautman
: Men, Goddamn it! Men... who fought for their country! Murdock
: That's enough! Trautman, I'm gonna forget this conversation ever took place. Trautman
: You bastard! Murdock
: And if I were you... I'd never make the mistake of bringing this subject up again. Trautman
: Oh you're the one who's making the mistake. Murdock
: Yeah? What mistake? Trautman
: Murdock... Trautman
: He's here. Murdock
: Rambo, this is Murdock, we're glad you're alive. Where the hell are you? Give us your position and we'll come to pick you up! Rambo
: Murdock... I'm coming to get you!
: Rambo, I swear to God, I didn't know it was supposed to happen like this. It was just supposed to be another assignment! Rambo
: Mission... accomplished.
[thrusts knife into table
: You know there's more men out there and you know where they are. Find 'em. Or I'll find you.
: [reading Rambo's file
] Rambo, John J. Born 7-6-47 in Bowie, Arizona. Of Indian-German descent - that's a hell of a combination. Joined the army 8-6-64. Accepted special forces, specialization: light weapon, medic, helicopter and language qualified. 59 confirmed kills. Two Silver Stars, four Bronze, four Purple Hearts. Distinguished Service Cross and Medal of Honor. You got around, didn't you? Incredible.
: Now if there's any of our men in this POW target camp you confirm their presence by taking photographs. Rambo
: Photographs? Murdock
: Just photographs. Under no circumstances are you to engage the enemy! Rambo
: I'm supposed to leave 'em there? Murdock
: I repeat: don't engage the enemy!
: Colonel are you sure Rambo's still in balance with the war? We can't afford having him involved in this mission and then crack in the pressure of that hell. Trautman
: Pressure? Let me just say that Rambo is the best combat vet I've ever seen. A pure fighting machine with only a desire - to win a war that someone else lost. And if winning means he has to die - he'll die. No fear, no regrets. And one more thing, what you choose to call hell, he calls home.
: Like you said Colonel, he went home.