Ambush Bay Page #2

His radio's out of business,

so we've gotta get to him ourselves.

And radio back the information.

Give that boy a cigar.

Where do we look?

He's in a teahouse in Pangassan.

It's a Jap rest camp.

That's all we know.

Pangassan?

Pangassan.

Who goes in to see him?

Amado.

What if he isn't there?

Then we'll have failed

our mission, won't we?

Does anybody know

what the information's about?

The Japanese are expecting

MacArthur's return to the Philippines.

They may know when and where.

If they do, we've got exactly 38 hours

to get your voice on that box

with the right information.

Why 38 hours?

That's when the invasion fleet sails.

Hey, what's this guy's name...

our radio contact?

Miyazaki.

Miyazaki?

Miyazaki.

How're we gettin' outta here?

I mean, they are gonna

pick us up someplace, aren't they?

Sure, they're gonna send

a limousine to Pangassan.

Chauffeur's probably there now.

He kind of grows on you,

don't he?

Amado.

Go up and check that ridge.

Then pick us up.

Parrish.

Take point.

Belatic.

- What is it?

- Trap used by Moros.

Belatic catch enemy.

Kill him dead.

Who's their enemies?

Anyone.

Strip him of supplies

and bury him.

Hey, Sergeant, you want some gum?

Thanks.

My mouth gets like a tractor.

You don't say

a hell of a lot, do ya?

Want me to recite you a poem?

Look, Sarge, I'm sorry about

this afternoon. I was out of line.

It won't happen again.

I'm just not trained for this sort of work.

But I'll make it.

Do you mind if I ask you

a personal question?

Do you enjoy this?

I mean, you seem to get tougher

each time we lose a guy.

You're a psychologist?

Right-o.

Sergeant Wartell...

can I ask you something?

You're the only guy around here

who'll talk to me.

What's Sergeant Corey

got against me, anyway?

Just because I'm not

a gravel-cruncher like you guys?

Hasn't he ever met a flyer before?

There's more to it than that.

It's a long story.

It's just that we ain't used

to working with amateurs.

I used to know

a guy like that once.

He was the floor walker

in a department store I used to work in.

Men's shoes.

I guess he figured

I had to be some sort of a nitwit

'cause I was a stock boy just hired.

Did you ever stop to think

it might be you?

Nah. See,

he was king around there.

That's where he wanted to be.

The carnation, the whole bit.

And this is where

Sergeant Corey wants to be.

And he figures

nobody belongs here but him.

When did you get out

of the stockroom, Grenier?

In April.

That's when I was called.

April.

In April, he was in the Marianas.

Sneak and peak recon.

That's where he got

the Silver Star.

Or was that in March?

No, March was Eniwetok.

Before that, it was Tarawa.

Tarawa... that's where he got hit.

Took a load of shrapnel.

Knocked him out of action

for three months.

Couldn't find an aid man that'd

lay even money he'd last 24 hours.

Eight weeks later, he was told

to lay off calisthenics

or he'd rip open his incisions.

You see, he wants very much

to be here, Private Grenier.

And that's

a damn lucky thing for you.

Look, sergeant, I'm sorry

I mouthed off this morning. I...

Forget about being sorry,

and just take care of that radio of yours.

Maybe your big mouth

will come in handy after all.

They were a couple

of real friendly guys.

I was beginning to feel like hugging

the first Jap I saw.

No! No!

Who is he?

Japanese soldier.

He was caught by Moros,

but he escaped.

He wants to be taken prisoner.

Prisoner?

What the hell are we

gonna do with a prisoner?

Maccone.

Sit him up against the tree trunk.

Don't take your eyes off him.

You get sleepy,

you wake up Russ.

We'll decide what to do

with him by morning.

In case.

I'd hate to be in Corey's shoes.

Japs, either.

Japs wear sandals.

He died.

They all went by

like he was part of the landscape.

Nobody looked to see

if there was one extra bullet hole.

I was curious, but somehow

I preferred to remain ignorant.

Hey, Maccone, supposin' we do find

this village and the teahouse...

how're we gonna get in?

Well, we're just gonna

walk right in.

See, we're gonna rent us

some Jap uniforms,

then we're gonna all get

our eyes fixed, see.

We got this plastic surgeon

comin' over here later on today,

and he's just gonna fix our eyes

so that they look slanted, see?

So we can just walk

right on in the door...

Cover!

- But Amado...

- Cover!

No firing.

They got him.

Cold.

Why the hell didn't we shoot?

Because we're not here.

As far as they know, he's the last man

of the guerilla party.

Okay, now move out.

Ernie.

Pangassan should be

just over that hill.

I'm gonna go in.

What if you don't come out?

Then you get yourself

a field promotion.

Eight bucks more a month,

lots of responsibility.

That's it.

You cover me

only when I'm comin' out.

But don't open up

unless you absolutely have to.

- Right.

- Grenier.

Stay out of any action.

Stick with that radio.

You understand?

Right, Sergeant.

Steve.

Bring me a kimono.

Hey, Ross.

Watch the back door.

Hey, Maccone.

What the hell

do they do in a teahouse?

Filipino?

You're Filipino?

Do you speak English?

A little.

Miyazaki.

Get him.

Please get Miyazaki.

Bring him here.

Yes, sir.

My God!

Who are you?

Now, look, ladies,

I ain't got a lot of time.

I'm looking for a guy named Miyazaki,

and I'm not above slitting

both your lovely throats to find him.

Where is he?

I am Miyazaki.

Don't fool with me, lady.

You'd better come with...

Where?

Will you please put that down?

Where?

To my room.

Suppose I refuse

to believe you are my contact?

Midori.

All right,

let's have the information.

I expected a Filipino.

If you're found here...

I'll be dead.

That won't help me.

He desires me.

I believe that's the phrase.

Have you a radio?

Across the river.

I'll have to go.

Why... is it in code?

No, but it's complicated.

Where's your pickup point?

What do you want

to know that for?

Because I'm going with you.

Is that right? Then what?

Then home.

Long Beach, California.

Sergeant! Sarge!

There's a Jap patrol coming up the trail

about 200 yards away.

- There's close to 20 of them.

- Yeah?

Grenier, you take cover.

If Corey comes back before we do,

you stick with him.

Yeah, Sarge, but what...

No buts about it. You stick out of this,

understand? Those are orders.

Come on with me. Let's go.

They're heading

right for that bridge.

And right smack

into guess who.

Let's spread out,

and don't start firing till I do.

I count three of us.

Well, they don't know that.

Who the hell is that?

Miyazaki.

She's from Long Beach.

- We've got to clear out of here and fast.

- Wait a minute...

I'm not going anywhere with ya.

Maccone?

Ross, too.

Over there.

Where's your radio?

It's shot up.

Can it be fixed?

No. It's smashed to pieces.

Go get Maccone's ammo.

We're gonna need it.

No radio?

I hope you folks

have enjoyed the game

as much as

we've enjoyed bringing it to ya.

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