Nikolai Petrovich Rachenko
Spetsnaz. Special Forces
Our warrior elite.
A very powerful and valuable tool.
If he can be controlled.
Come in
Lieutenant Rachenko ...
you know Kalinin of S.P.R.
This is Gurulevich of Brigade ...
Kasimier and Lieutenant Sorovak of Sovintel.
And this is Senor General Alfonso Galarraga ...
liaison for the Cuban comrades in Africa.
Tea? Coffee? Kvass?
No, thank you.
Cigar?
Nineteen-seventy-eight ...
The Soviet Army comes to the aid of the Marxist ...
Element of Mombaka known as the Soldat Rouge.
Nineteen-eighty.
Cuban and Czechoslovakian forces assume our responsibilities in the field.
Liberate nearly ... two-thirds of the country.
With your continued support and extremely fine advisors.
Of course.
Nineteen-eighty-five.
A movement begins in the bush.
Tiny at first. Insignificant.
But in a few years time, it is reaching out ...
vandalizing, propagandizing ... killing, growing.
The impetus ... behind the rebellion is this man - Ango Sundata.
He is very powerful, very dangerous fanatic.
He is their leader.
He is your targeted objective.
A ruthless butcher of men, women and children.
Then he must be feared by his people.
It is not so much that he is feared.
He is worshipped.
Access?
Ah...Fate smiles on the well prepared.
Kallunda Kintash.
He is one of Sundata's war lords ... A favorite military advisor - his protector.
We have captured him.
We have managed to prevent the Cubans from shooting him.
They are holding him in the field.
In a few days time, we will be bringing him here.
Cuamo base ...
our operations center in Mombaka, Africa.
You have been assigned there as a technical advisor.
You will encounter this man ... Kallunda Kintash.
You will befriend him.
He will lead you to Sundata.
Colonel Zayas. He has another new toy.
Hey, Russkie big guy, have some good time?
Hey you ...
So?
You're so rude, Czech bastard.
You broke my fucking nose.
Are you out of your mind?
No. Just out of bullets.
Hey, you.
Thank you.
Nikolai.
Shitheads! Lighten up, fuckers!
You're breaking my god damn arm!
I am an American journalist, periodico Americano.
This shit's gonna be a cover story.
That's my God damn tape recorder.
Okay, okay, you can have the recorder.
Don't take the tapes.
Take them. Take them.
Okay. But I'm getting those back.
You hear me?
You savvy what I'm saying, jackoffs?
Commie pigs.
Kallunda?
Son of a bitch.
Dewey Ferguson.
God damn. You look like shit.
Hey, I, I heard in the village just ...
What the hell is this?
We're sharing a cell with a God damn Russian?
Jesus, man. What the hell's a piece of shit like this doing in here?
Disorderly conduct.
Just stay on your side of the cage, man.
Your fucking side of the cage.
King fucking Kong.
Have you seen Sundata?
Not since we split up at the Assab.
Look, man ...
it's all over the villages that there's going to be a public execution.
Everybody figures it's you.
Shit. What the hell are you looking at, Russki?
Jesus, God damn disorderly conduct.
You want to see disorderly conduct?
Take a look at what you sons of bitches are doing to this country.
Kallunda Kintash.
He ain't here. You bastards killed him
and dragged him out a couple of minutes ago.
We'll remove this one too.
I am Kallunda Kintash.
Ow, easy there, Pancho.
Here.
The American propagandist ... is a very tough little man.
Fuck you.
Fuck you too, heh?
Shoot him!
Move!
Perhaps a private execution.
The road, amigo.
Pretty soon this place is going to be crawling with commies.
Screw this.
So the big Soviet take's the MP's gun ...
and blows the whole mosquito to God damn hell.
They take him down?
Yeah, went down like a school boy.
Wait!
Stop the truck!
What the God damn hell.
Yeah, what is it?
What is it?
Got a couple of passengers for you.
Some shit!
Stop that truck!
Go! Go!
The road, amigo.
Now what do we do about the Russian?
What do you want to do?
l want to blow his God damn head off.
Get some speed up, Boris.
Don't stop till I tell you to.
Enough of this shit.
The gas tank is behind the right front tire.
Listen, you fucking Russky.
You just do your God damn job
and I'll do mine. All right?
Fucking A.
I threw out the mad Russian.
You son of a bitch!
Screw you, lurch.
What's it? Shoot the fuck. Get out.
Oh, shit.
You're some piece of work.
You're some fucking crazy ass,
God damn commie shit piece of work.
They'll be here soon.
We must move quickly.
What do you mean ‘we'?
You got a rat in your pocket?
Move. Move quickly.
The truck was blown off.
They must be dead.
Let's go.
I cannot return.
You're breaking my bleeding heart, Moose.
lf you choose,
you may travel with us as far as Porto Silva.
What is that place?
A small village, uh, two days march.
From there ... you can cross the Zamabaan border to seek political asylum.
Porto Silva is my home.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
He's a Russian.
He is also responsible for our lives.
That doesn't mean shit.
I wouldn't trust him as far as I can piss.
He's one of them.
He's up to something.
I'm out of here.
He's a very emotional man.
You still want to take this bird to Porto Silva?
I'm telling the truth, Kallunda ...
I'm looking at him and I'm seeing nothing but trouble.
I gave him my word.
It's beautiful, man.
Just beautiful beyond words.
One day the oppression will end.
This land will be returned to us.
And we will live ... as free men.
Aw, God! Real Cuban delicacies, huh?
Man, what I'd give for a bacon cheeseburger right now.
Wash it down with an ice cold glass of beer.
Fucking A.
When we arrive at Porto Silva ...
there will be a celebration and much feasting.
Beer too.
Fucking A.
Do the Americans all swear so much as you do?
As a matter of fact, in America
an American can swear whenever...
where, however much he or she fucking well pleases.
A little something we call freedom of speech ...
which I'm sure you Russians aren't real familiar with.
We are free to swear.
Well, yippidee fuck!
Guess I had you bastards figured out totally wrong after all.
I'll take the first watch.
Shit!
Shit! Piss. Shit.
Noisy little fuck.
Come on. Porto Silva, just over the rise.
Come on, man. Don't poop out on us now.
You'll be food for the buzzards.
They are not for us.
Mother of God.
There is a new terror in the African bloodland.
The Russians have sent the dreaded Hind gunship.
Yesterday we saw it's graceful flight above the highlands.
Today we see it's effect.
Clearly the execution of Kallunda Kintash ...
Was meant to coincide with the extermination of his village.
The intruders have learned the secret of horror.
Kill a soldier and his comrades will hunt you down.
But kill his children ...
kill the body and the mind will surely die.
l now know the true meaning of... loathing.
You murdering bastards.
Little Tufeela, have you seen my Noe Kossongo?
Kallunda ...
Noe ...
Kallunda ...
Noe ...
They came this morning.
There are many dead. Many.
Sundata?
He left last night. They missed him.
Killer! Killer! Killer!
Looks like the killing machine is breaking down.
Don't worry about it, man.
Everything breaks down in Africa.
Bushman.
You're losing it.
Nobody ever sees a bushman.
I saw one at Cuamo Base.
I don't think so.
Cold! Cold!
Real nice, Kallunda.
About as graceful as a fucking rock.
So what's with you, pal?
Big brother never teach you to swim?
Take it off. Take if all off.
Squeeze that trigger once more, senor and we kill him.
Your move, comrade.
Shitty odds, ... no?
Elano.
Kallunda
What are you doing down in the water?
Oh, I figured if you were gonna be a martyr,
somebody'd have to write about it.
Another one of the bastards.
Up in the rocks.
Stop! Stop!
Nikolai... He is with us. A deserter.
You will not be harmed.
It is good to see you, my friend.
Sundata will be very pleased.
Sundata? He's with you?
Yeah.
All right. Pick over these foreign dogs and let's go.
This is the rebel army?
Kallunda.
l have brought some friends.
Mister Dewey Ferguson.
Sir, Did you bring some chewing gum?
Sorry, sir.
Well, we'll just have to tighten our belts another notch then.
And who is this?
A deserter.
He helped us escape from Cuamo.
He saved our lives.
l am grateful to you.
l am the one who's grateful, sir
l think it is best, if we keep you confined for now.
It will be safer for everyone.
Keep an eye on him (In African)
Yes, sir.
Shut the hell up.
Guard.
What is it?
Do you have a bandage?
Bandage.
You'll make me look all damn night.
How's everything (In African)
It's quiet.
Keep alert during the night.
Don't fall asleep, huh?
Keep your eyes open, okay? (In African)
Be a good pal ...
I'm afraid I am not as trusting as Kallunda.
It is a weakness that
I indulge for the sake of those who rely upon me.
You son of a bitch!
They sent you on a fool's mission, solider.
Whether I live or die
makes no difference in the world.
We are a people ...
and we want our destiny.
l understand what happened.
l leave you as an insult to your people.
They will find him ...
And see that even their most perfect tools of war...
cannot harm us.
And they will deal with him in ways ...
we ourselves could never bear.
Look, look, look.
What have we here?
The pride of the Soviet Army.
Look at you.
What happened out there, Lieutenant?
They did not trust me.
Sundata is alive?
Yes, General.
How could you fail?
How!?
I am a soldier, General.
I tried everything possible.
But, I know when it is wrong.
Wrong! What does that mean, wrong!?
Everything was wrong.
You are a simple instrument of war, Lieutenant ...
not a true warrior at all.
It is not your place to question the plan.
You are Spetsnaz.
A perfect killing machine.
Now...what have you told the Cubans?
They know nothing.
Good.
Very good. Well, that's something in your favor.
General, I am giving you my best.
Best?
Can this man be killed.
Yes.
Yes. But, apparently not by you.
You are a great, great disappointment to me, Lieutenant.
You are no longer Spetsnaz.
General.
Please ...
you are taking away my life.
Now, now. I will speak to the Cubans, Nikolai.
And we'll get you cleaned up and released.
General Vortek, has given me the most delightful task ... advisor.
The task of arranging ... for your execution.
Does that surprise you? Eh?
It certainly surprises me.
You see, I don't think you are an advisor.
l think you are something else, huh?
Something General Comrade Vortek has not seen fit tell me.
We Cubans are a very proud people.
Very easily pissed off.
So, before we kill you ...
perhaps you might like to unburden yourself...
of any silly little secrets the Soviet command ...
has been hiding from it's faithful comrades.
Sergeant Mendez, carry on.
I'm not so good with the rubber hose.
Sorry, sir.
l am very good at avoiding the vital organs.
l can stick these into you all night.
l never use more than four.
l have forty.
Take a memo to General Vortek.
Subject: Escape. Message: ...
l am still Spetsnaz.
Come on! Come on, move it!
He has escaped into the versal.
Take forty teams and track him.
Sir...
that territory is virtually impossible to cross.
Our vehicles couldn't possibly make it.
Don't say impossible to me, Sergeant.
Don't say impossible! Say, ‘‘Yes, Sir''!!
Yes, sir.
Fucking Czechs! Move!
Do you know what is the key to battle?
It is response. Swift and sure.
We have learned that today,
Sundata is speaking at the village.
Now, in ten villages.
We will deliver our response.
My family ... do you love Africa?
Are you willing to fight for it?
Are you willing to join in the fight?
Be free!
God is with us!
Be free.
The villages belong to our people.
It's raining down on us!
What is it?
Most of them will never know what's happened to them.
Fine roads you have here.
Never mind.
Spaseeba. Thank you.
Bushman.
Nikolai Rachenko.
I am Soviet Special Forces.
Gao. I am.
"I am" is not my name.
I am. Gao.
I am.
You certainly are.
Am Gao.
I am.
What is it, Gao?
What're you making?
I am.
Yah. I am too.
What? What is it?
Sandals.
They're called sandals.
Good morning boys.
How are you all?
Good morning, girls.
Everything is fine
The soldiers are coming over there ...
Dewey, did you sleep here?
God bless you, Ango.
God bless us all.
The next sounds you hear will be the attack of the Russian Hind gunship.
By the way, if these tapes wind up going ...
back to the States without me,
I want to tell the folks back home ...
they'd better start stirring up some major Journalist award.
It's him!
Checkmate, you rebel bastards!
Blue rain.
Ukama, see if you can get me a small screwdriver.
Goddamnit, Ukama. What the ...?
Un-fucking believable.
Man, either we got us the gutsiest goddamn son-of-a-bitch I ever met ...
or maybe just plain the dumbest.
Whichever it is, we'll kick some Russian ass.
You'd better come outside.
You're not gonna believe this.
Come.
I see you have earned ...
the mark of the hunter.
I have come a long way, sir
But why did you return?
I think I understand now.
I know why you fight.
You guys out of your minds?
I mean, how can you listen to this guy?
Wh-, what is this tattoo crap?
Mister Dewey, this time I believe our friend.
His eyes have seen the true enemy of our people.
Go Kallunda. You must conquer this evil.
There is no weapon in the world ...
capable of silencing the truth of our people.
We must get away from here.
Go back to our homes.
Wash out the bitter taste of defeat.
We are beaten.
Let's kick some ass.
Go! Move!
I thought you might need some help.
Son-of-a-bitch!
Listen, man ...
if there really is anything to that hocus-pocus tattoo ...
I figure now is the time to use it.
Use it, man! Use it!
Will you be all right?
Keep going, man.
Keep kicking that ass!
Emergency! Emergency!
Where is Zayas?
Office. Office.
Drop it, advisor.
Where is Vortek?
I give you fair warning, comrade advisor...
I am well armed.
Where is Vortek?
I hardly think you are in the position to be asking any questions, "comrade".
This is a very small space ...
and this is such a very big grenade.
Even if I should be shot, the blast ...
He is in the Hind, isn't he?
The road, amigo.
Lift!
Get us up!
You lied to me, General.
I sent you on a mission ...
to aid an oppressed people.
But you didn't tell me who the oppressors were.
Nikolai ... you were Spetsnaz.
I am Spetsnaz.
But, I am no longer one of you.
We made it my friend.
You did it, man. You did it.
Fucking A.