No Way Out Page #3

I'll kill your pig.

- I carry.

- What? You carry me?

- No, I speak Filipino. Beat it, kid.

- He's gotta make a living. Don't run.

He's gonna run.

If you run, I knock dog

doo doo out of you.

He's running!

Kid!

John, forget it!

No, let him go.

Let him go.

So what? He's got a toothbrush,

a pair of skivvies. So what?

Okay.

So, what do we do now?

I don't know. I thought

I'd go buy some ashtrays

and take in some of

the local folk dancing.

- Folk dancing?

- Yeah, folk dancing.

No, person-to-person.

You know, when you only pay

if you talk to the person?

Shut up! Just shut up!

No, not you.

- Groovy!

- No, I will pay.

- First, I have to know if she's there.

- One, two, three, yeah!

If I'm going to count out a million pesos,

I need to know if she's there.

Yeah.

That's my money. That's my money.

Go get it. Go get it.

No, no, I'm not joking.

I'm an American.

Hello?

Yes. Connect. I'll take it.

I'm putting my money in now.

Susan?

Hello, Susan?

Was I just...?

Was I just disconnected?

Why? Why?

I'm gonna show them

how an American

plants the flag in a

foreign f***ing land!

Yeah!

Can I get a beer, please?

I'd like another beer.

Wild thing!

You're beautiful.

- Hey, thanks.

- Keep it. Thank you.

Hello, Tom!

Welcome back.

I have some mail for you.

Come in. Come in.

The Philippines a romantic place, huh?

I painted a new painting.

Christmas in New England.

It's beautiful.

You really like it?

Well, it's unfinished.

Will you be with

us for a while?

Yes, I'll be working in the

Pentagon again. Thank you.

Great, wonderful. It's always

a pleasure to have you back.

Oh, my God!

Hello.

The Ancient Mariner.

Not so ancient.

I'm wasted!

I can see.

Wow, I'm so happy

to see you!

When did you get back?

Why didn't you call me?

- I did call you.

- I wrote you.

You did?

Yeah, but I'm semiliterate,

so it was wastebasket time.

If you caught gonorrhea,

I'll kill you.

I'm wearing too

many clothes.

It doesn't feel like you're

wearing anything.

Talk about feeling like

it's not wearing anything.

- Oh. Oh, you're gonna blush.

- You are a very bad girl.

Hold it.

I mean the blush.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

What are you doing?

- I want to get a picture of this.

- No, no pictures!

Naval hero blushes.

Come on, Farrell. You're proud.

No, I'm not proud.

I'm serious.

- Don't take a picture of me, please.

- Come on.

- Give me that.

- You jiggled the camera.

You pervert.

I think I did this

way too early.

It looks like a baboon

in a closet at midnight.

Good morning, Mr. Pritchard.

Go right in.

- May I take your hat, sir?

- Thank you.

Commander.

- Glad to have you with us.

- It's nice to be here. Thank you, sir.

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