Blind Fury

Firebase Alpha, Firebase Alpha.

This is Go North, come in.

Firebase Alpha, this is 6M, Go North.

Come in, please.

Firebase Alpha, Firebase Alpha.

This is Go North. Come in, please.

Firebase Alpha, this is the 6M, Go North.

Come in, please.

This is Bronco One-Niner.

I'm doing a fly-by over the Firebase Alpha.

Go ahead, Bronco.

Looks like Charlie broke through

the perimeter last night.

Lots of KIA's, dead chopper at the tree line.

Roger, Bronco. What about medevacs?

Emergency routines for a sneak attack.

Is Charlie still active in the area?

Negative. I don't see any activity.

Roger, Bronco. We'll get birds in the air.

Tell them to come to the ex.

I can't see anything.

I can't see.

Frank.

Buddy, where are you?

Frank!

Deveraux!

Frank.

Nice doggie.

Hey, man.

You got to have some salsa on your burrito.

What you want?

Mild or hot?

Mild, please.

Here you go.

This guy!

It's not bad. It's a little too mild for me.

How about something a little more macho?

Hey, baby.

Give me the purse, ciego.

Are you sure it goes with your dress?

Give me the purse.

Give him the purse, gringo.

Hey, man.

What's going on here? I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Oh, my God.

No, no, no!

- That's a long way down.

- You son of a b*tch.

Easy now. That's a hanging offence, partner.

Turn him over there to the right.

Real good view of Harrah's there.

You know, I sold Bill that place.

Hell of a good deal for both of us.

You lost a lot of money downstairs,

Mr Deveraux, and you can't pay it back.

You cheated me!

No! Please. No.

- That is some view, I tell you.

- It sure is.

No, please.

Well, your luck ain't all bad, Mr Deveraux.

You're just the kind of chemist I need.

- My last chemist had a little accident.

- Yeah, the "on purpose" kind.

Created a little job opening.

I'm not gonna make that sh*t for you!

I'm not gonna, goddamn it!

Designer drugs, boy. Wave of the future.

And as legal as whores and lawyers

in this state.

You know...

I heard your ex-wife and son

are living down in Miami, Mr Deveraux.

No! You son of a b*tch!

Please.

Please, please.

And at the beaches, a mild 85 degrees.

WSHE, the voice of Miami.

Twenty-two.

Coming.

Yes?

- Is this 376 Ocean Way?

- Yes.

I'm looking for Frank Deveraux.

He doesn't live here anymore.

My name's Parker. Nick Parker.

I'm an old friend of his.

We served in Vietnam together.

Come in, Mr Parker.

This is Mr Parker.

He's a friend of your father's. My son.

Hello, Billy.

- How did you know his name?

- He signed the dinosaur.

Nice work.

- Mum, this guy's a...

- Yes. Vision impaired.

Not to mention blind as a bat.

Mr Parker and I

have some things to discuss.

Hint, hint.

The fresh air

will do your allergies good, too.

Some coffee, Mr Parker?

Tea, please.

Later, Mum.

Goodbye, Mr Parker.

See you later, Mr Parker.

- Nice to meet you...

- Nice to meet you, too, Billy.

Nick Parker.

Your name is on the Memorial.

Yes, I've been there.

I was missing in action.

Thank you.

Frank never told you what happened?

No. He never even talked about the war.

- Where is he now?

- Reno.

He's an organic chemist for Shields-Traeger.

He...

Well, he left me.

- We're divorced.

- I'm sorry.

Yes.

- Are you expecting someone?

- No.

- Why?

- There's somebody at the door.

- You should work up an act, Mr Parker.

- Thank you.

Morning, ma'am.

We're looking for William Deveraux.

Billy? Why?

You his mother? Where is he?

Has he done something?

No, ma'am. We think he might be witness

to a crime, that's all. Routine.

You scared me there for a moment.

- Excuse me.

- He's not here, Officers.

Why don't you just leave us your number.

We can call you when he gets back.

- He upstairs?

- No. Wait a moment. Excuse me.

We need the kid right away.

Well, what crime

is he supposed to have seen?

- He hasn't said anything to me about it.

- Inspector, the kid ain't here.

Miss Deveraux, where's your boy?

Excuse me, Inspector.

I think we're all a little confused.

Oh, boy.

I'm very sorry.

Of course, if you gentlemen have a warrant.

Warrant? Of course. Let me see.

- Warrant.

- Hey, what are you doing to my mum?

Billy!

Sh*t.

- This wasn't part of the deal, Slag.

- Shut up.

Step aside, blind man.

No.

That's not bad for a blind man.

But that butter knife,

it ain't gonna stop no bullet.

Mrs Deveraux?

Lynn?

Protect my son, Mr Parker.

Please.

Promise me.

Take him to his father.

Who are these men? What did he want?

I don't know. I don't know.

Promise me.

Okay, I promise.

I'm here.

- You okay?

- My head hurts.

Yeah, I've had better days, too.

- Where's Mum?

- Home.

I wanna see her.

You can't. Not right now. Come on.

- Excuse me.

- Hey, watch out, sir.

Leave me alone.

We have to go.

I wanna call my mum.

I promised your mum

I was gonna take you to Reno...

and that's where we're going. Come on.

I can walk by myself.

Everything okay here?

Yes, thank you...

Officer.

Come on, we don't wanna miss our bus.

This is the final call...

for Trans Continental cross-country

bus number 27.

Final boarding process, lane three.

Tampa...

I get the window seat.

You don't need it, you're blind.

You have me there, little prick.

Play blackjack at the solid oak table where

famous Hollywood movie star Clark Gable...

Got your girlfriend here, Deveraux.

Hi, Frank.

Here. I brought some of your stuff.

Look, a whole box.

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