Hellfighters Page #3
- G
- Year:
- 1968
- 121 min
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He had the bad luck
Shorty, it's getting
hard to breathe in here.
- Why don't you go forward?
- L...
I, uh...
I will.
Look, I'm sorry.
It's just that your dad,
he means...
I-I'm sorry.
Hiya, Joe.
How is he?
It wasn't near as bad as we were told.
He's gonna be all right.
- Knock wood.
- Tish!
- Uncle Jack!
- So good to see you.
They just brought him down.
The doctor'll be out in a minute.
- It seems you know each other.
- I've known him all my life.
- This is Joe Horn, dear. George Harris.
- Hi.
The last time I saw you,
you were in rompers.
Hello again.
I didn't know
you knew my father.
Your father
wanted it that way.
And your mother
went along with it.
I've just been keeping track
of both of you... for him.
I'm completely...
Not nearly as surprised,
if that's what you mean, as I am.
Here's the doctor.
Well, as usual, he's not what you'd
call the most cooperative patient.
Halfway out of the anesthetic
he says, "Where's my pants?
I want to get out
of this hospital."
Figures.
- May we see him?
- No, I had to put him out but good.
It looks like we're gonna have to keep
him unconscious to hold him a spell.
- Could I see him?
- It'll be at least the end of the week.
Bill, this is
his daughter.
Oh? Oh, well, then come along,
Miss Buckman, come along.
Uh...
what-what's all
the mystery about?
There's no mystery.
There just seems to be.
Boy, there's nothing like a nice
clean-cut, straightforward answer.
- Thank you, Jack.
- [Laughs]
This is my place,
and this is your father's.
We both have guest rooms.
I think you'd prefer
your father's.
Mr. Lomax!
How is he, Mr. Lomax?
- Ah, he's gonna be fine, Hernando.
- Gracias a Dios.
This is Mr. Buckman's daughter.
She'll be staying with us.
Put her bags in
the guest room, will you?
Anything I can
get you, senorita?
- Uh, no, thank you.
- You can turn in now, Hernando.
- Bueno. Buenas noches.
- Good night.
Well, as long as I've got
a lot of talking to do,
- I think I can do it better
with a drink.
- All right.
Comin' right up.
Tish?
Uh, Scotch rocks, now that you don't
look like you want to slip me a mickey.
Seems we started off
with sort of a ruckus.
Divided loyalties
over my mother and father.
Here you are.
You're on, Uncle Jack.
Honey, a long time ago,
I fought oil fires for a living too.
Your dad and I were, well,
just like he and Greg are now.
We were coming back
from a job in Indonesia,
and we stopped off
in San Francisco.
Chance had promised
some gal a fur coat,
and he went to Randolph's
to buy it.
I never did know
what happened to that fur coat.
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