Hellfighters Page #6

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Doctor, come on.

Hurry!

[Greg Panting,

Trembling]

[Continues Panting,

Trembling]

Easy, Greg. You're gonna make it.

You're gonna make it.

[Continues Panting]

Greg? I'd like to

talk to ya.

[Door Closes]

I'm going to

dissolve this outfit.

Now, look, I know something's

been bugging you since Malaya.

You wanna talk about it,

let's talk.

I've made up my mind.

There's nothing to talk about.

You haven't made up your mind,

you've lost it.

Tish?

Come on in here.

Sit down.

I've decided it's time

to quit this business.

I'm going with Lomax Oil,

and there's a spot for Greg.

I want him to come with me.

How do you feel about it?

- It depends how Greg feels.

- I'd go right up the wall.

I'll stick with the job

I know best.

[Chance] What job? I guess you

didn't hear me. This outfit's folded.

Then I'll start my own or

take over this one. Just tell

me how you want it paid off.

Look, the agreement

you two made...

to level with each other...

I saw the look on your face when we

dragged Greg out of that last one.

Tell him how you feel about it,

how you honestly feel.

Greg can pay all cash,

if you want.

Maybe it's a dirty trick, but I've got

the money you sent to me over the years.

- Wait a minute, your money's

got nothing to do with this.

- Forget it.

You can have it.

Call it

a wedding present.

I don't want any gifts!

I'll pay you twice what it's worth!

Greg.

- Chance.

- Yeah?

How do you want it?

Do we stay with Greg or not?

That's a fool question. But there's

one thing I'm worried about.

He's not too smart about

which fires to walk away from.

- I read ya.

- Thanks.

Well,

looks like we...

got a new boss.

Next item

on the agenda...

is to finalize what color

or combinations of colors...

should be used to redo

the restrooms in our gas stations.

Since we have

over 1,400 stations,

this is a pretty

weighty matter.

Lipman here

of the art department...

has had the research section

make a survey to determine...

the public's preference

in restroom decor.

He'll fill us in

on their findings.

This soft willow green,

gentlemen,

is preferred

by people of all ages,

according to

our survey.

They find it

soothing and restful.

Yet the very

chic women...

seem to prefer

this lovely royal blue.

However, research

points out...

a strong psychological

advantage to this color,

which we'll call

flaming heart red.

It tends to make people spend

less time in the restroom,

drives them out for the

convenience of the next customer.

Gentlemen, it's up to you.

Which would you prefer?

Flaming heart red,

the lovely

royal blue...

or the soft

willow green?

What are we arguing about? She's

cratered and the casing's shattered.

The only thing you can do with that fire

is kill it with a relief hole,

then go drill yourself

another well.

That one's

down 12,000 feet.

It'll cost us

over 300,000.

Plus my bill

for wasting my time.

I doubt Chance Buckman

would say just write it off.

Well, you just call him

and ask him.

[Engine Starts]

It is the unanimous opinion

of the committee that we

abandon the negotiations.

Why?

Mr. Buckman, since I've chaired

the finance committee...

we've made it policy

never to enter a joint venture...

unless we control

the drilling operations.

Now, the Jansen brothers

have always...

- [Intercom Buzzes]

- Yeah?

[Woman] I know you're

not to be interrupted,

but it's Mr. Mullen of the Mullen

Oil Company calling Mr. Buckman.

He says it's urgent.

Yeah, Mike?

Uh-huh.

Well, had the well cratered

before they called Greg in?

Greg must be gettin' soft.

You'd called me out there,

I'd have punched your field

superintendent in the nose.

Yeah, well, nice talkin'

to you too, Mike.

Regards to your wife.

Right.

Greg walk away from one?

Nothing to walk away from.

It was impossible.

Thompson, I don't know too much

about policy around here,

but the Jansen brothers were smellin'

out oil before you were born.

Check the fields

they've brought in.

You can call it luck or "seat of your

pants" or whatever. They find oil.

And speaking of policy,

Thompson,

the policy of an oil company

should be to find oil.

- They're most difficult men.

We just don't...

- Chance talks their language.

He'll take care of it.

[Sighs]

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess that

kind of wraps it up.

Where are we gonna have dinner tonight,

your place or mine?

- Why don't we go to the club

for a change?

- No, I got another meeting.

Fiscal stuff.

[Chuckles] You'd hate it.

Go up and have a drink.

I'll call you when I can.

Good idea.

Well, I'll be damned.

That's probably the most

romantic greeting a woman ever received.

But it still goes.

I'll be damned.

Obviously Jack didn't

tell you I was here.

Oh, I was in hopes he didn't know,

but that's the pixie in him.

He likes to spring surprises, and this

is one that I'll hold still for.

And just in case

you might ask me for dinner,

Hernando's gone

to the market...

and I'm charged with fixing

Senor Buckman his long-hard-

day-at-the-office drink.

Do you remember

what it is?

Jack tells me you're doing

just great down there.

Well, it's not as dull

as I thought it'd be.

- As a matter of fact,

it's pretty interesting.

- That's wonderful.

I suppose Jack also told you

that Tish and Greg...

would probably be back

in time for dinner.

I'll check with Irene.

Chance, hang up.

They're not coming back. They're

on their way to Sun Valley for skiing.

- [Receiver Hangs Up]

- What happened?

Well, it was my idea,

actually.

There are times when children

shouldn't be underfoot,

nor should business.

When I left the store today, I simply

told them I was taking some time off.

Didn't even tell them

where I was going.

How's your time for

the next couple of weeks?

Looks like I'm gonna be

booked up solid.

Welcome home.

Nah.

Fill that, Joe.

Look out

for the Venezuelan.

- Possible straight.

- [Radio Beeping]

Pair of cowboys.

- Hello?

- Well, cost you five.

- I'll go along.

- ?Quien habla?

Un momento,

por favor.

The call is for

Senora Parker.

Senora Parker.

It is San Francisco.

A Mrs. Buckman is calling.

Hi, Mother.

Hello, Tish?

Where in Venezuela are you?

I've never heard of it.

We've been trying to get you

on the phone for hours.

We're flying down

to Houston tonight...

Oh.

Well, your father.

Yes, well, it took

a bit of female doing,

but with one thing

and another,

I finally convinced him I should

leave the store and come live with him.

- Of course, legitimately. [Laughing]

- [Laughing]

We flipped a coin and he won.

We're getting married in Houston.

Greg, Dad and Mother

are going to get married.

[Chuckles]

When? You can't.

Not 'til we get back.

A daughter has a right to be

at her parents' wedding.

She wants us to wait for...

Here, talk to your father.

Hello.

Yeah, well, I kinda

like the idea too.

How long are you two

gonna be down there?

How long will we be here?

I'll let you talk to Greg.

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