The Hunters Page #6

Roger, Python. | Cobra Flight, drop tanks.

Cobra Two. Come in, Two.

- Where are you, Abbott? | - He was hit, but he got out all right.

Cleaver, above you! It's the crapshooter!

- Python, this is Cobra. | - I read you, Cobra, go ahead.

- Do you need us? | - We've had a turkey shoot here, Cleaver.

What's left of the MiGs | have turned tail for home.

The drop is under way.

Pell, can you tell me | where Abbott ejected?

- To the north, I think. | - Let's take a look. Swing around to the left.

Hey, leader. Fuel's running short. | I'm down to 140 gallons.

I've got 170. I'll stay with it for a little while. | You go home, Pell.

If you find him | Rescue can't send a chopper this far.

- Are you reading me, Pell? | - Yes, sir.

Then you heard me say | break off and go home.

Breaking off.

Easy, Carl.

I've got you.

I followed, so court-martial me.

Get out of that yellow gear - | you make too good a target.

He got it bad, huh?

- You any good with that automatic? | - I'm a killer, man. I cut 'em up.

All right. You go on ahead of us. | That way - to the south.

- Why don't we rig up a stretcher? | - We gotta get out of this area.

Come on. Let's go.

- Who's next? | - Mrs Abbott.

Send her in, please.

You may come in now.

- This is Lieutenant Abbott's wife. Major Dark. | - Won't you sit down, Mrs Abbott?

- Cigarette? | - No, thank you.

Major, I've known other wives who've | had to keep this appointment. I know why.

- Is Carl dead? | - He's missing, Mrs Abbott.

- How long has it been? | - This is the fifth day.

He was seen to parachute | into enemy territory.

He's alive?

Well, if he wasn't hit | and if his fall was good, he may be all right.

However, if he is, | he's almost certainly a prisoner.

I know that's not very comforting, | the Red prison camps being what they are,

but there is the chance that he's alive.

Is there no way to find out?

The information we receive from the Reds | through neutral channels is seldom accurate.

If his name isn't on the prisoner list, | that doesn't mean they don't have him.

I see.

Did you know Lieutenant Edward Pell | or Major Saville?

The major was | your husband's flight commander.

I know Major Saville.

Well, they were making a search | for your husband.

Both of them are also missing.

That's my fault.

I don't think that's quite possible, Mrs Abbott.

- I asked Major Saville to look after Carl. | - Oh, of course.

But, you know, that's a phrase that we all use, | about looking after someone.

I don't think it would be just a phrase | to Major Saville.

Thank you.

If we get any news, | I'll get in touch with you immediately.

- Thank you. | - Mrs Mason.

This is Lieutenant Mason's wife. | Major Dark.

Won't you sit down, Mrs Mason?

Cigarette?

- Take it. | - Hey, man. We could start a war.

- Keep a close watch. | - OK.

Here, eat this.

- Where's yours? | - I've had mine.

Eat it.

They must make this stuff | out of Stalin's socks.

- Cleve? | - Yeah?

None of us are gonna get out of here unless...

Unless what?

Unless you and Pell put me out where they | can find me and you go on by yourselves.

They don't take wounded prisoners.

You'd get a gun butt right between the eyes. | Go ahead, eat.

Yeah?

Let's get outta here | before they start trackin' us in the mud.

Got it.

Here.

All right, let's go.

Set him right over here, Pell.

Forward a little bit.

- How do you think he is? | - I don't know.

Look. We're not gonna | move out of here for a while.

I'll stand the first watch. | Why don't you sack out for a few hours?

George.

Do you have any of those Chinese butts left?

Where are we?

Imjin Baptist Mission.

We're close to the Imjin river.

Well, that means...

That means we've got a long way to go yet.

Not as long as it was.

I'm not going to make it.

You've stopped bleeding. You'll make it.

The crows could be pecking at me | in that tree right now.

You could be in Kyoto.

And she'd be free.

Why did you do it, Cleaver?

"I could not love thee so much, | Lov'd I not Honour more. "

Is that it, Cleaver?

You're quite a character | under that tough hide.

Cleaver.

The pure in heart.

Who would ever guess it?

You don't belong in this stinking world.

Bandage.

Have you got a bandage?

- What's up? What's up? | - They're friends.

We don't know what you're saying, | but it sounds great.

- I think he's telling us they're Christians. | - Yeah. A Bible. How about that?

We understand.

We understand.

- What's happening, huh? | - Sounds like we'd better get outta here.

Let's go.

Over here.

Look. If you want to do anything about it, | we'll do it my way.

This way.

Pell.

Dig this crazy potato masher.

Now!

- Where'd you take it? | - Arm.

- All right, it's OK. | - Easy.

Easy.

How about that, huh?

How about that?

You ready, kid?

- Can you pull this thing by yourself? | - Yeah.

I'll go on ahead.

You know, Pell...

you wouldn't be a bad sort of ajoe | if you'd just get a shave once in a while.

Mother of Athens, you're Greeks!

- Where you think you're going, joe? | - Right here, Sergeant. Right here.

The boy in the cart alive?

Yeah, he's alive.

You got a cigarette?

That boy sick too?

No. He just fell asleep.

Yes, Mrs Abbott. Will you please follow me?

You may have ten minutes with him. You | must not encourage him to talk very much.

Lieutenant Abbott. | Your wife is here, Lieutenant.

- Hello, honey. | - Hello, Carl.

- I'll be back when your time is up. | - Thank you.

Sit down, honey.

No, not there.

I'm... I'm being taken | to San Francisco next week.

- I know. They've told me. | - What will you do?

- Don't try to talk, Carl. | - Come on, Chris.

What will you do?

Chris.

I've been in a dark place.

Lying here, I...

I've come out into the daylight again.

What are you trying to say, Carl?

I'm trying to say that...

I remember how it was with us... | before the war.

I... I want it to be that way again.

I've waited until too late | to say that, haven't I?

Got a match?

You cutting 'em up, Pell?

Yeah. I got another one. | That's ten for me. When are you comin' back?

I may never come back. I'm in a weakened | condition. I might even arrange to die.

Didn't I tell you he was the fang? | The old skipper's the fang.

How do you talk to him | without an interpreter?

Smoke signals help. | All right. What's "the fang"?

- Yeah, I forgot. You don't get around much. | - Don't get around. Knock it off.

You're getting the DSC for Casey Jones | to add to your collection.

I'll be top-heavy.

Don't take it so hard. | Somebody's gotta be a hero.

Are you gonna include me in your new flight?

- Make up a flight of your own. | - Not me, I'm scared.

I want to be in a flight where nothin' happens. | You know - real safe. Like with him.

- Suit yourself. | - How about it, skipper?

Stop calling me "skipper". | You read that in a book.

Anything you say, daddy-o.

Blow.

"Blow"? George.

Later.

Hey, uh, Cleaver. I have to ask you a question. | Now, you understand, I have to ask this.

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