The Hunters Page #5

You're two of a kind, you and Pell.

If anybody can handle him, you can.

Make him your element leader. | That's an order.

That's all, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Thanks for the review of my past history.

Past history? Current events.

Men like you don't get any better, Cleaver. | They just get older.

As you say, Colonel.

Major?

How about it? Did you sink me?

- No. | - Hey, thanks, Maj. You're all right.

- I figured you'd square me up. | - You did?

Sure. I-I figured you for a guy | who'd take care of his boys.

- Oh, I am. I am. | - Yeah, I know.

Boy, how about that poor guy, Corona?

Tough, huh? How about that?

- How about that? | - What did you do that for?

For that poor guy, Corona.

What do you want me to do? | Say I lied about asking Corona?

That might do, for a starter.

OK.

OK, I'm lying.

Corona burned on account of me.

You tell me something, will you? | How is it gonna help for me to say it?

- Maybe you think it's gonna help Corona. | - No, but it helps me.

You're my new element leader.

I didn't want to have any doubts | and now I haven't.

I'm stuck with you, but remember - | you fly with me and you're gonna fly right,

unless you want a stitch of hot lead sewed up | the back of your head. And I sew a neat stitch.

You dig, daddy? George?

Yes, sir.

Major?

You've got nothing to worry about.

I'll buy that when I see the goods.

You know, you're right. That does | look like a couple of other painters.

It's all right for me to say that, but not for you.

You're not answering your phone today, huh?

I saw in the paper you were here. | I didn't think it would be wise to see you.

You could have told me that on the telephone. | I wouldn't have come.

Perhaps that's why I didn't answer it.

You're a neat package, Mrs Abbott.

Thank you, Major Saville.

- Is Carl all right? | - He's not in Kyoto, if that's what you mean.

No, but I haven't heard from him.

He's my wing man.

- For whatever that's worth to him. | - That was very nice of you.

He wasn't pleased?

- He thought you had something to do with it. | - Oh.

- I don't seem to do the right thing any more. | - Maybe you ask too much of yourself.

Look, I've got that same old jalopy | parked outside. Shall we use it?

Um...

This folder, it's a...

It's a "what to see" folder. | You know, put out by the air force.

It says they've got a lake near here with | scenery around it, boats - things like that.

I thought you might like it. | You want to look at it?

No, it isn't necessary. I'll go with you.

Give me a minute to dress.

Am I being foolish?

No.

There you are.

They frighten away the bad spirits | and please the good ones.

In the East they have a saying for everything.

"In my house | when the wind sings, love dwells. "

This should have happened | before I knew Carl.

Now it's out of time, out of place.

The time is always now. | The place is always here.

But not like this. Not like this.

Is there any other way?

I don't know.

Would you give him up?

No.

But you said your life was running out to | nowhere. So is mine - to nowhere, to nothing.

I can't desert Carl.

Well, then, what's left for us except...

All right.

All right, Cleve.

If it will mean anything to you at all.

No, you're right.

It is out of time, out of place.

Cleve.

Will you...

You know, | a woman is a strange and wonderful thing.

I'll give you odds | that you were gonna ask me to look after Carl.

I'll look after him, Chris. I'll look after him.

Night.

Well, hail to the ace of aces! | The Achilles without a heel.

How are you?

I...

I used your absence to good advantage.

I haven't had a drink of water in three days. | I never felt better.

Good.

Did you hear about | the return of Casey Jones?

Starring Lieutenant Colonel Moncavage | and, uh, six assorted orientals.

I heard about the fight. | How do you know it was Casey Jones?

Well, he had the same | "7-11" painted on his fuselage.

He took Monkey out with one pass. Nothin' | to it. He just got inside and exploded him.

Like that.

His wing man killed Johnson and the rest of | our birds came home on a wing and a curse.

- Cleaver. | - Hm?

Would you do a favour | for an old wing buddy?

Maybe. What is it?

If we run into Casey Jones, | would you let me try him on for size?

- You and Pell have got enough. | - That has nothing to do with it.

- You don't think I'm good enough? | - I don't think you're good enough.

So don't you get any ideas. | You stay right on my wing.

Thanks, pal. I love you dearly.

- See my wife? | - Yeah.

She looked you up, I guess.

- No, it was the other way around. | - Oh. It's a nice gesture. Thanks.

- Think nothing of it. | - Cleaver?

Yeah?

You want to compare notes?

So.

The iceman has got a melted spot, huh?

But aren't we a bit mixed up? | "Wife's lover slugs husband. "

Ought to be the other way around, | shouldn't it?

Wouldn't you be worried with me flying on | your wing? All I've got to do is drop back,

move the stick, and press the trigger.

That's right. That's all you've got to do.

Well, don't lose any sleep over it. | I have another idea.

Make you a deal, Cleaver. I get a crack | at Casey Jones if we run into him.

You get my wife. | Even-steven. Up and even.

Well, what do you say, old Cleaver?

- Major. | - Yes, Corporal?

Imil wants all commanders | in his office at 2100.

Thank you.

Well, Cleaver?

Abbott, what's it like in that | private little hell you've got for yourself?

Exclusive. Ain't nobody in here | but us little old chickens.

I'll show you what I mean. The Reds have cut | through this bulge and severed this railhead.

We've got 18,000 men in this pocket.

First Marines, Black Watch, the Turks and | the Greeks. They're gonna hold the pocket.

Now, somewhere around 0300 hours | a flock of C-119s are leaving from Brady

to parachute supplies | and reinforcements into the pocket.

We'll put all operational planes into the air.

Give 'em the biggest umbrella we can.

The MiGs will be up there | like a swarm of bees lookin' for sugar.

It's no accident that | Casey Jones has shown up again.

They've probably got their best pilots | leading the intercept.

We stop 'em. That's all.

It's simple.

You'll get your time over target in briefing. | Good night.

Viper and Rattlesnake, break off. | Orbit Chinnampo area.

Cobra flight, break off. S the Sinanju river.

Roger, Python.

- Keep close, Four. | - I've developed a rough engine, leader.

We won't risk it. Break off and go home.

Roger, leader. Good hunting.

Fly spare, Pell. | Don't get into trouble - we can't cover you.

Roger, leader. | I'm a cautious kid. You know that, man.

Cleaver. Did we make a deal?

No chatter, Two. Maintain radio silence.

This is the day, Cleaver, I got a feeling.

Knock it off.

Cobra, | I have a flash at one o'clock low.

- I've got them. Hello Python, this is Cobra. | - Go ahead, Cobra.

Flock of bogeys at 20,000. Coming into | target area. Approximate heading 1-4-0.

OK, Cobra. See what you can cut out of them. | We'll be waiting for the rest.

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