Hellfighters Page #6

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Miss Joan Gilman,

112 Elm Street.

- Hi!

- Hi!

- Come on!

- What's the big rush?

I got to get me

a rent car.

- You going to a fire or something?

- Yes.

- What for?

- I met a fireman.

[Siren]

- Hi, George.

- How'd you get here?

In this.

Would you tell this officer

that I am Chance Buckman's daughter?

She sure is.

I'm sorry, Miss.

If I was to let everybody through,

there'd be a thousand sightseers.

I saw them. It took me hours

to get through the traffic.

- Where are Greg and Joe?

- At the motel before the turn-off.

You passed it comin' in.

What're they doing there?

Is anything wrong?

No. Greg's a little unhappy about the

water supply, but it's being worked on.

Thank you.

- Hi, Joe.

- How'd you get here?

In that.

Tish, what the hell

are you doin' here?

At least you didn't ask me

how I got here.

I thought I'd drop by

and see what was going on,

as long as I was this close.

New Orleans is

a hundred miles from here!

It's practically

in the neighborhood.

You know, you ought to

put on a little weight.

Don't bother.

I'm family.

I take it you've been

to the fire.

- Yes.

- Then you've seen

about everything there is.

What about your

putting it out?

The drilling contractor has to rerig his

pumps. He won't be ready 'til tomorrow.

I don't mind waiting.

There are lots of rooms.

The manager's complaining

about you stopping traffic.

- You're murdering his business.

- What happened to your friend?

I picked a terrible time to visit her.

She's got the mumps.

Don't let it scare you.

I didn't go near her.

I'd appreciate it if you

went back to New Orleans...

and grabbed the first plane

to Houston.

I'd appreciate knowing why

everyone is so concerned...

about my being at a fire.

Upsetting my father?

Why should it?

- Well...

- Well, what?

Well, uh, uh...

Nothing. It's just...

you shouldn't be here.

Well, I am, so let's

take it from there.

There's nothing to do here.

We're just sittin' around

playin' gin.

Lovely. You two look

like pigeons.

What're you playin' for?

[Explosion]

[Man]

It's out! It's out!

[Explosion]

[Woman]

Oh, no!

Oh, my God!

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

We wake you up?

You knew I wanted to be here

when you put the fire out.

We didn't put the fire out. We missed.

We gotta go for another shot.

Good. Then

I made it after all.

Tish, they know you're

Chance's daughter.

Now, what's the matter with you,

bargin' in here with no clothes on?

- You worried about my reputation?

- Yes.

Yes, I am, damn it!

Greg, that's very sweet,

but you might as well begin

to learn when you've lost an argument.

And you've lost this one.

I'm staying right here.

- You didn't!

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