I see you are no stranger to pain. Perhaps you have been among my Vietnamese comrades before, hm? No answer. Do you wish to give your name? Now, what possible harm can that cause? Pride is a poor substitute for intelligence. What you must understand is that we have to interrogate you. To Sergeant Yushin here, you are a piece of meat. A laboratory experiment. But to me, you are a comrade, similar to myself, just opposed by an act of fate. I know you are trying to facilitate the release of war criminals held by this republic. I can appreciate this. But this incident, your capture is... embarrassing. We must have explanation. First of all, I wish you to radio your headquarters and say that you have been captured and condemned for espionage activities, and that no such criminal aggression should be attempted in the future or they will meet with the same fate as yours.
Most scenes together: John Rambo & Colonel Trautman (3), John Rambo & Murdock (2), Colonel Trautman & Murdock (2)
Rambo: First Blood Part II quotes
Murdock.
He's here.
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!
Murdock... [clenches the communicator microphone, seething with rage] I'm coming to get you!
[Rambo grabs the communicator microphone and smacks Yushin as he fights off his captors with the help of Co (underneath the bunker) providing additional firepower in support and escapes]
Rambo, I didn't make the orders, I take them, just like you. [Rambo takes his knife out of his scabbard] I swear to God, I didn't know it was supposed to happen like this. It was just supposed to be another assignment!
Mission... accomplished. [grabs Murdock by the neck, pinning him to his own desk; drives his combat knife into the desk right next to Murdock's head] You know there's more men out there, you know where they are. Find 'em, or I'll find you.
It bring me good luck. What bring you luck?
To survive a war, you gotta become war.
That why they pick you? Because you like to fight?
Nah... I'm expendable.
Expendable... What mean expendable?
It's like... someone... invites you to a party, and you don't show up; doesn't really matter.
Murdock said he was with 2nd Battalion, 3rd Marines at Kon Tum in '66.
Yeah.
The 2nd Battalion was at Kud Sank. You're the only one I trust. [gets aboard plane]
John, where are you going?
I don't know.
You'll get a second Medal of Honor for this.
You should give it to them. They deserve it more.
You can't keep running John, you're free now. Go back with us.
Back to what? My friends died here. Part of me died here.
The war, everything that happened here may have been wrong, but dammit, don't hate your country for it!
Then what is it you want?
I want...what they want, and every other guy who came over here, and spilt his guts and gave everything he had.. wants... for our country to love us...as much as we love it. That's what I want.
How will you live, John?
Day by day. [leaves him]
Oh Trautman, I still don't think you understand what this is all about.
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.
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?
Men, Goddamn it! Men... who fought for their country!
That's enough! Trautman, I'm gonna forget this conversation ever took place.
You bastard!
And if I were you... I'd never make the mistake of bringing this subject up again.
Oh, you're the one who's making the mistake.
Yeah? What mistake?
Rambo.
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.
Sir, do we get to win this time?