Salvador Page #4

Stay outta my face! Yakkin' all the time.

- Boyle? l thought you were dead.

- Morgan.

Takes more than wishing.

What brings you down here?

- Colonel Hyde?

- Colonel Hyde, Richard Boyle.

You don't remember me, sir?

Pacific News Service.

- And this is Bob Samuels, USAlD.

- How do you do?

- Millicent Davies, USAFL-ClO.

- Hello. How are you?

- Remember me, sir?

- Yeah. l remember.

Last time l heard about you

was when Thieu kicked you out.

But then Mr Thieu got kicked out

after me, didn't he?

l never understood why you guys

like the Commies so much.

We guys.

lf you were Vietnamese, you'd be working

in a re-education camp pulling turnips.

l never really liked

turnips very much, Colonel.

And l'm not applying for

Vietnamese citizenship.

They don't like

that funny stuff you smoke.

Why, you got some? Colonel, let me

ask you something. lt's a big favour.

You think you could get me out

on a Cazadore op? ls that possible?

lf l get you out,...

..what's in it for me?

- These guys never change, do they?

- Vietnam. You know, Vietnam.

l mean, are we gonna

invade here or what?

l don't know what you're talkin' about.

l was kinda young during all that.

Look, l'm not supposed

to talk to the press, OK?

And you're weird, so f*** off.

l'm not the press.

- You wanna go out with the guerrillas?

- l'll go out with anybody.

l'll go out with the National Guard,

the muchachos. Want a drink? Yeah.

Something big's in the wind. Rebels

are getting weapons from Nicaragua.

They're gonna make a move,

so any photos you can throw my way...

- We can make life real easy for you.

- That stuff's hard to prove.

- And l hate doin' that.

- l'm not asking you to spook.

Show me your pictures first.

You'll publish them anyway.

They're gettin' their stuff from the black

market in Miami, government troops.

Last year. This year

Castro's got 'em organised.

l'm not messin' around.

This is all Warsaw bloc stuff now.

Jesus. Same old Black Jack Morgan.

Yeah, well, you're not gonna think it's

all one big joke when they take this place.

Nicaragua was just the beginning.

Guatemala and Honduras are next.

ln five years you'll be seeing

Cuban tanks on the Rio Grande.

Give me a break. l'm more worried

about Major Max on the Rio Grande.

Major Max may be running things here

pretty soon, so you better watch yourself.

- Jesus. Could you lend me 50 bucks?

- What?

- 50 bucks.

- Tom. Tom Kelly, Richard Boyle.

Ambassador Kelly, hi. l'm Richard Boyle.

PNS. l was the last man outta Cambodia.

After Schanberg. l wrote FIower of the

Dragon. l'm a friend of Cathy Moore's.

- Nice meeting you.

- Let me just ask you one thing.

Does this Reagan thing pose a problem

for you? l'll just grab a couple of shots.

General, have you met Mr Boyle?

Hello. Nice to meet you.

Boyle. Hi. Thanks.

Boyle. Mucho gusto.

(over microphone)

ABC has projected the next president.

Ronald Reagan.

Peter, l gotta do a standup at ten

boiling all this down.

Well, you could say ''With Reagan in the

saddle, the guerrillas are in deep sh*t.''

That's lovely, Peter, but have you seen

the JournaI today, by any chance?

lt's real rah-rah democracy,

free elections.

l think that's what the networks

are gonna want tonight.

So what's your sign?

- Stop.

- That's really cute.

l thought it was ''slippery when wet''.

This article and you, Pauline, are 100

per cent and unequivocally full of sh*t.

Look who's talking!

You and your friend are so full of sh*t.

- l resent you, of all people...

- l resent what we saw in Santa Ana.

What was that?

A kid shot in the head and hung from

a tank because he didn't have his ceduIa.

- Know what a ceduIa is?

- Yeah.

lf you're gonna analyse the situation,

analyse it right.

You don't have a ceduIa

on election day stamped, you're dead.

Democracy. What kind of democracy is it

when you have to vote...

..and if you don't vote

you're branded a Commie subversivo?

People would vote for Donald Duck

or whoever the local cop tells them to,...

..because if they don't,

this is what happens.

You're a real f***in' pro. That's why you

can't last two weeks with the network.

Yuppies. Do a standup from the Camino

Real and think they got the whole story.

''My Two Weeks in El Salvador''

by Pauline Axelrod.

''Whoring and Drinking My Way

Through El Salvador'' by Richard Boyle.

Blow-job queen of New York.

Executive suites wall-to-wall.

No wonder you get

your glamour puss on the networks.

Excuse me.

- Look, Pauline...

- F*** off!

Just be a sport, will ya? l'm an a**hole.

l'm an a**hole, all right?

Well, you don't have to worry about her.

She's gonna boil down

real good on that roof.

l put 500 mikes of acid in her drink.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

With Ronald Reagan

sweeping the elections...

..here at the Camino Real Hotel...

RonaId Reagan

has been eIected president.

Finally we have someone

in the White House with balls.

Yes. The time has come...

..for us brothers.

Former members of Orden.

Patriots of the Maximiliano

Hernandez Brigade.

And brothers of La Mano Blanca.

These f***ing priests that are poisoning

the minds of our El Salvadorian youth...

..are gonna be the first to bleed.

They are pigshit.

And this Romero

is the biggest pigshit of all.

A shitfaced desecration of an archbishop.

And with this bullet,

he will be the first to die.

For every one of our people,

we will kill one hundred of them.

We will avenge the deaths...

..of the South African ambassador,...

..of foreign minister

Mauricio Borgenovo,...

..of Roberto Cuoma, of Colonel Rosario,...

..of Gutierrez and Molina,

and of the mayor of El Paraiso.

These subversives that have sold our

country out to the Communists will die.

Erlich, Zaun, Kelly, Duarte,

et cetera, et cetera.

And these pseudo-journalists sent here

by the Zionist-Communist conspiracy...

..to divide and confuse our people,...

..they will die.

Now...

Who will be the one...

..among you...

..to rid me of this Romero?

You will be famous.

As you weII know,

I stand for nationaIism,...

..Iaw and order, and economic prosperity.

More important, I stand for Church,...

..famiIy, and a peacefuI SaIvador.

Go with peace.

There you go. You like that?

Your tab is way high.

You owe me 400 coIones.

- l'm runnin' a restaurant, not a bank.

- l know.

OK? l got an NBC radio gig in the works,

a CNN feed with Cunningham tomorrow.

l'm hot again, OK? Have l ever stiffed you

in ten f***in' years? Come on.

- l'll pay you the whole thing next week.

- OK. Don't tell Elena. She'll kill me, man.

Besides being a prince, do you think

you could throw in 100 coIones cash?

Come on. l don't wanna look like a jerk.

- You're doin' this to me again.

- l'll make it a 750 even.

OK, man.

..the masters of deception.

Christian Democrat green on the outside.

Moscow red on the inside.

What a clown!

Please, Carlos, sit down.

(BoyIe) Hey, hey.

Carlos. Carlos. Roberto, come on.

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