The Package Page #4

prefers to keep thinkin' I'm dead.

- F*** her.

- Sorry.

- We got time to go by the latrine?

- Yeah.

- There you go, sir.

- Thanks.

On guard duty, Sarge,

or just lookin' for a new roommate?

You'd better step away from that mirror.

You're gonna scare yourself to death.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Let's go, Henke.

- You piece of squid sh*t.

- Let's go.

Hey, buddy, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You sure?

Where is he?

Where is his papers?

- What?

- It's a big envelope.

What's he talking about?

- You mean this?

- Oh.

Yeah.

Give me a hand, will ya?

- Damn.

- You sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

- How far is Arlington?

- About a 40-minute cab ride from here.

- Thanks a lot.

- Hey! Your envelope.

- Thanks a lot.

- You oughta get that head looked after.

Be right back.

- Are you Mrs. Walter Henke?

- Yes.

I'm John Gallagher. I was with your

husband this morning at the airport.

- Walter?

- Yes.

Walter's in Germany.

Could I come in for a moment, please?

It's rather important.

Sure.

Oh, I have to apologize

for the house.

I just began working nights this month,

and I never find the time to clean up.

What about Walter?

He was my prisoner...

and he escaped.

I'd like to get ahold of him

before he makes it worse for himself.

Walter, a prisoner?

Look, Walter and I haven't had a lot

to say to each other in quite some time.

We might as well be divorced, but

he's in Germany or some damn place...

and we haven't got around to it.

You know how that is.

Who is that, please?

That's Walter.

- Colonel Gallagher?

- Yes, Nancy?

There's a Sergeant Gallagher

requesting permission to see you.

He said something about

being your ex-husband.

Ma'am?

Send him in.

Hi there.

Come in.

Well, I'll be damned.

I thought you were in Germany.

- Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

Lost some weight.

- Thank you.

- Sit down.

Notice anything different?

Dyed your hair.

You made light colonel.

Congratulations.

- How do you like this room?

- It's great.

I need your help. I want you to

pull this guy's service record for me.

- You want me to pull a record.

- I need your help, Eileen.

Yeah? What'd you do this time?

Punch out a cop?

Tell a general to f*** off?

I know. They caught you climbing out

the window of some lady's boudoir.

No. I lost my package, a prisoner

I was bringing back from Germany.

I need your help, Eileen.

Welcome to Chicago.

Transit Authority shuttle bus service

is available...

at the Illinois Street exit,

south side of the station.

Johnny, I'd like you to meet

Lieutenant Ruth Butler.

- How do you do, ma'am?

- I've heard a lot about you.

Fort Dix, basic. Jump school.

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