Hellfighters Page #7
- G
- Year:
- 1968
- 121 min
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Congratulations.
About time you did something right.
We should wrap it up
in a few more days.
We'll start clearing
the junk off tomorrow.
I know how long we've been here, but
there's guerrilla activity in the hills.
They've been shootin' up
our water lines.
No, no, no,
the army's here now...
and I've got Colonel Valdez' solemn oath
there'll be no more trouble.
Yeah. Yeah. Madelyn wants
to talk to you again.
Yes, Mother?
We'll let you know as soon
as we're going to leave.
I love you, and I'm very happy
for you both.
Bye-bye.
marry my mother. Isn't that great?
That is very nice.
[All Laughing]
- Oh, let's see. Where were we?
- It's to you, Tish.
[Machine Gun Fire]
Down!
- [Gunfire Stops]
- [Jeep Speeding Away]
Second me.
[Gunfire Resumes]
[Engine Starts]
[Gunfire Continues]
[Engine Starts]
- Colonel, Mr. Chapman and Senor Caldes.
- How do you do?
Please come in.
Tanto gusto,
Senora Parker.
This is Senor Parker.
His Excellency Senor Caldes,
Minister of Interior.
- Senor.
- How do you do?
- General Lopez.
- Tanto gusto, senor.
- Senor Chapman of
your United States embassy.
- How do you do?
I was just going to make some coffee.
Would you like some?
- Senor, we have seen the fires.
It is most distressing.
- Yeah.
But will you be able to
bring them under control?
The end wells we can handle
one at a time.
The center three are so
closely spaced they'll have
to be put out simultaneously,
or else they'll
reignite each other.
- Can it be done?
- We've never tried it before.
Senor Parker, this oil field
is of great importance...
to the economy
of my country,
but even that is secondary.
The clandestine guerrilla
radio is boasting...
of what they accomplished
last night...
and claim the fires
will never be put out.
They'll turn it into
a propaganda field day to sell
sabotage all over South America.
I won't even begin the operation
if they're shooting at us.
[Lopez] Three more companies of men
have been ordered here.
We will blanket the area
with troops if necessary, senor.
I've been authorized by the State
Department to offer every assistance.
Anything you need
will be made available.
you can't give me.
The one thing I really need
you can't give me.
Why don't you gentlemen have some
coffee. I want to talk to my wife.
Tish.
Tish, I don't care if they've
brought in the whole army.
I still worry about you. I want you
to fly back to Caracas with them.
I'll phone you every night.
I promise.
It'll just take me
a minute to pack.
Do you have to go back and talk to them,
or can you come and talk to me?
They can wait.
[P.A. Announcer,
Indistinct]
What's all the mystery? Why do you
wait 'til you get here to call me?
And why don't you want
your father to know you're here?
Because I have to talk to you, Mother,
before I see him. Greg's in trouble.
Oh.
He's on a job I don't think
he can handle without Dad.
I know what this means to you.
That's why I had to see you alone first.
[Sighs] Why couldn't they both
have just been insurance salesmen?
Please understand.
I've got to ask him.
Is this trouble anything
the State Department is aware of?
- Yes.
- Then he probably knows already.
When I left, he was talking with
two men who had just flown in
from the State Department.
Being told about it
is one thing.
- I've got to know his answer.
- Well, surely you can't
doubt what that'll be.
Tish, surely you don't think
I'd try to stop him.
Forgive me that, please.
I dreaded coming here.
I dread asking him.
Most of all, I dread
what this does to you.
Let's handle
one dread at a time.
You don't have to ask him;
I will.
It might be as well if we never tell
your father of this conversation.
Or Greg. He doesn't
even know I'm here.
He thinks I'm in Caracas.
Mother, there's
a plane back in an hour.
[Tires Screech]
[Tires Screech]
[Horn Honking]
Why didn't you tell me
you were in trouble?
Why do I have to find out about it
from the State Department?
The hell you're not!
Nobody ever tackled that kind of a job.
What size, uh, control heads
did you order?
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
It's Greg.
He has a little problem.
Yes.
Well, the Air Force has put a National
Guard cargo plane at my disposal.
Of course
I'm coming with it.
I'll be there
in the morning.
I just hope you haven't loused things up
too much. [Chuckles] Right.
Well, at least
he had the good sense...
to get Tish out of there.
- She's in Caracas.
- Oh.
Madelyn, this is one
I've got to go to.
I know you do.
It involves Tish and Greg.
Well, we'd better face this
all at once.
This was bound to happen sooner or later
and it'll happen again,
and each time I'll...
I'll go.
Thank you for being
honest with me.
Well, where does that
leave us, honey?
I don't know.
I honestly don't know.
You gonna be here
when I get back?
The only plan I have at the moment is to
go to Tish. She could use some company.
Yeah.
Irene, call Bill Hansen.
Have him break the jet out of mothballs.
He's taking Mrs. Buckman
to Caracas.
Phone back
when the plane's ready.
Hmm?
Well, if five fires is
your idea of fun, you're nuts.
Sure, sure,
I'll send back pictures.
Color pictures.
Right.
They'll let you know
when the plane's ready.
I, uh, I guess
I'd better get packed.
Do you want your hard hat sombrero
packed, or will you pick one up...
- Pack it!
- Bueno.
Joe!
[Laughs]
It's about time you got back
If you think I'm gonna say
it's a pleasure to be here, forget it.
- Hi, boss.
- George, nice to see ya.
Hi, boss.
Couldn't be lousier timing for you
and Madelyn, could it? I'm sorry.
Forget it. It's probably
kinder that she finds out now...
Let's skip talking about it.
I spent a lot of your money.
What did you do, buy up
all the control heads in Houston?
This far away from supplies,
you get all the spares you can.
This is Col. Valdez, Chance. He's in
charge of keeping us from getting shot.
I hope you do
a good job, Colonel.
If I do not, you'll have
my profound apologies.
The longer you guys stand there,
the longer it's gonna take
to unload this thing.
Right, Joe.
The guerrillas could still
pot shot the water lines.
I had that dredged
and filled for emergency water.
Give us time to run.
I sincerely doubt
there could be such an emergency.
The entire area is patrolled
from the ground and the air.
Well, you'll have to bear
with our worryin', Colonel.
We stay alive by being
scared to death.
- I do not believe this is ever so.
- Don't bet on it.
What's first,
Greg?
To clear off all five,
we'll kill the ones at each end,
and then worry about how we knock off
the middle three at the same time.
I'll need that third
boom arm.
The hang-up's gonna be
gettin' that nitro...
into the middle three
at the same instant.
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