Ambush Bay Page #2

Let's keep it that way. Out.

It's okay.

Come back here, Marine.

I'm gonna tell you this just once.

This radio's part of you.

You don't put it down ever.

You don't eat, you don't sleep,

you don't breathe without it.

Do you read me, Private?

I don't wanna see it again

without you wrapped around it.

Sergeant Corey, if this radio is more

important in this mission than you or me,

don't you think you should tell me

what the hell I'm supposed

to accomplish with it?

I'll tell you when the time comes.

Well, don't you think

the time has come?

I mean, how many more men

are we supposed to lose?

We're not supposed

to lose any men, Private.

But we're also not supposed

to bump into a tank

or a bunch of Japs

on their way to a Turkish bath.

We did.

Okay, that's our tough luck.

Your tough luck happens to be

that you're along.

Now, why don't you just try

to adjust to that, huh?

Stay away from things

that you've never done... like thinking.

Sergeant, I've had

enough of that duff.

I'm not in the infantry,

but I'm getting sick and tired of having

my nose rubbed in it, you know?

Look, all I wanna know

is what I'm doing here. That's all.

Without all the silent smirks.

Lower your voice, Grenier.

Come on, Marine.

Help over here with the digging.

I wouldn't ask him

too many questions.

He's got a lot on his mind.

Sergeant, somebody better start

telling me something,

because I can get very nasty.

We're here looking

for an intelligence contact.

Seems the Japs have got a hold

of some big news.

This contact knows just how much

they know, but he's been cut off.

His radio's out of business,

so we've gotta get to him ourselves.

And radio back the information.

Give that boy a cigar.

Where do we look?

He's in a teahouse in Pangassan.

It's a Jap rest camp.

That's all we know.

Pangassan?

Pangassan.

Who goes in to see him?

Amado.

What if he isn't there?

Then we'll have failed

our mission, won't we?

Does anybody know

what the information's about?

The Japanese are expecting

MacArthur's return to the Philippines.

They may know when and where.

If they do, we've got exactly 38 hours

to get your voice on that box

with the right information.

Why 38 hours?

That's when the invasion fleet sails.

Hey, what's this guy's name...

our radio contact?

Miyazaki.

Miyazaki?

Miyazaki.

How're we gettin' outta here?

I mean, they are gonna

pick us up someplace, aren't they?

Sure, they're gonna send

a limousine to Pangassan.

Chauffeur's probably there now.

He kind of grows on you,

don't he?

Amado.

Go up and check that ridge.

Then pick us up.

Parrish.

Take point.

Belatic.

- What is it?

- Trap used by Moros.

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