Hellfighters Page #3

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I want to show you something.

This is where your dad

signs the checks,

when he gets around

to it.

From an African

tribal chief.

His presentation speech

lasted over an hour.

What he was saying was that to him,

Chance hung the moon.

My work room.

Except Chance uses it for

all the junk he collects.

This one's oddball.

Mexico.

That's live steam shooting up

under 6,000 pounds pressure.

- No oil?

- They drilled into

an underground volcano.

Chance capped that one

by himself.

- Where were you?

- In Nigeria on another job.

Chance talked them into

building a power plant.

Says it'll supply eight Mexican towns

for the next hundred years.

That's wonderful.

[Irene]

Coffee's ready!

Oh, here you are.

- Thank you.

- [Phone Rings]

Buckman Company.

From another African chief?

No, a witch doctor.

I told Chance he ought to wear it.

It improves his looks.

Just a moment.

It's Chuck Barton.

Yeah, Chuck.

Greg Parker.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Chance can't make it.

Joe and I'll handle it.

Be there in two hours.

Barton number 7,

Landry Parrish, Louisiana.

Barton number 7,

Landry Parrish, Louisiana.

Irene, pull the file on...

Tri-State Acadia

Parrish fire.

- We'll take the chopper, George.

- Right.

What's he looking at?

We keep a record of equipment we've

had manufactured all over the world.

- That's the list nearest this job.

- Is it a big fire?

Big or small,

it's money.

I'll go with you.

Uh, I don't think your father

would want that. What do you say, Joe?

No, Chance... He's kinda

funny that way, huh, Irene?

Oh, well, he does get

definite ideas about things. No!

Sorry, Tish.

Call Tri-State and tell them to roll

the entire list over to Barton 7.

Wait a minute.

- How far is New Orleans from this fire?

- About 90 miles.

I was thinking of going

to New Orleans, anyway.

I thought I could visit a friend

until I can see my father.

All right, you can use the jet.

Irene'll arrange it.

Ten thousand scattered

and fifteen miles. Thanks.

- No sweat. We're all clear.

- Bye-bye.

Joe, George.

Greg.

See ya when we get back.

Would you, uh,

like to let your friend

know you're coming?

Yes, I would.

Operator?

New Orleans information.

Miss Joan Gilman,

112 Elm Street.

- Hi!

- Hi!

- Come on!

- What's the big rush?

I got to get me

a rent car.

- You going to a fire or something?

- Yes.

- What for?

- I met a fireman.

[Siren]

- Hi, George.

- How'd you get here?

In this.

Would you tell this officer

that I am Chance Buckman's daughter?

She sure is.

I'm sorry, Miss.

If I was to let everybody through,

there'd be a thousand sightseers.

I saw them. It took me hours

to get through the traffic.

- Where are Greg and Joe?

- At the motel before the turn-off.

You passed it comin' in.

What're they doing there?

Is anything wrong?

No. Greg's a little unhappy about the

water supply, but it's being worked on.

Thank you.

- Hi, Joe.

- How'd you get here?

In that.

Tish, what the hell

are you doin' here?

At least you didn't ask me

how I got here.

I thought I'd drop by

and see what was going on,

as long as I was this close.

New Orleans is

a hundred miles from here!

It's practically

in the neighborhood.

You know, you ought to

put on a little weight.

Don't bother.

I'm family.

I take it you've been

to the fire.

- Yes.

- Then you've seen

about everything there is.

What about your

putting it out?

The drilling contractor has to rerig his

pumps. He won't be ready 'til tomorrow.

I don't mind waiting.

There are lots of rooms.

The manager's complaining

about you stopping traffic.

- You're murdering his business.

- What happened to your friend?

I picked a terrible time to visit her.

She's got the mumps.

Don't let it scare you.

I didn't go near her.

I'd appreciate it if you

went back to New Orleans...

and grabbed the first plane

to Houston.

I'd appreciate knowing why

everyone is so concerned...

about my being at a fire.

Upsetting my father?

Why should it?

- Well...

- Well, what?

Well, uh, uh...

Nothing. It's just...

you shouldn't be here.

Well, I am, so let's

take it from there.

There's nothing to do here.

We're just sittin' around

playin' gin.

Lovely. You two look

like pigeons.

What're you playin' for?

[Explosion]

[Man]

It's out! It's out!

[Explosion]

[Woman]

Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

We wake you up?

You knew I wanted to be here

when you put the fire out.

We didn't put the fire out. We missed.

We gotta go for another shot.

Good. Then

I made it after all.

Tish, they know you're

Chance's daughter.

Now, what's the matter with you,

bargin' in here with no clothes on?

- You worried about my reputation?

- Yes.

Yes, I am, damn it!

Greg, that's very sweet,

but you might as well begin

to learn when you've lost an argument.

And you've lost this one.

I'm staying right here.

- You didn't!

- [Jack] Yes, I did!

- Without asking me?

- You were in no shape.

Which makes it all the more

stupid your bringing her here.

I'm gonna get out.

Where are my clothes?

Go ahead, act like an idiot.

She's right outside.

The last time I saw you,

you...

your two front teeth

were missing.

I think you bought me a little

live monkey that squeaked.

And it bit too.

So I bought you a toy one, and you were

just as happy because it squeaked also.

I wasn't really,

but Mother wouldn't let me tell you.

All that hollerin'

you were doing,

you're still angry about

my being here?

Worth gettin' all

busted up for.

Speaking of your mother,

what does she say

about your coming here?

She's in Europe.

She doesn't know.

Let's keep it that way.

We can't.

Too much has happened.

What?

- For starters, I went to a fire and...

- You went to an oil fire?

Yes, I went to

an oil fire with Greg.

Pardon me. Greg!

- What the hell?

- You took my daughter to an oil fire.

- What's wrong with that?

- I'll tell you what's wrong with it.

Every time he takes a girl...

Every time...

- Whenever he...

- Sputter away, Dad.

We got married yesterday.

Well, say somethin',

you big ape.

Aren't you gonna

congratulate them?

It was the cutest

Cajun church in Louisiana.

Maybe if it hadn't been there,

we would have waited.

I'd like to talk

to Tish alone.

Doesn't this concern

the three of us?

Greg, please.

- Tish, I, uh...

- I know what you're going to say.

Can I really love a man if

I've known him five days?

Well, I do love him,

and there's not the slightest doubt

that he loves me.

If you're going to bring up about you

and Mother, it won't happen to me.

Uncle Jack told me

about it.

I've been to a fire.

I didn't fall apart.

You know, I'm not

all Mother's daughter.

I'm your daughter too.

Doesn't that make

the difference?

Yeah. Yeah!

What're you standing out there for?

Come on in.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you very much.

And I wish you

everything wonderful, Tish.

Everything in the world.

I got a lot of champagne.

Great!

Let's go celebrate.

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