I've finished watching that film now and I remember some thoughts after I resumed the video after my last post.
Why this seems important to share in my public blog, I don't know. Other than obvious reasons. Somehow this must be why I am here now.
I am a bait car. A stupid piece of metal. I just sit here and wait for something to happen.
So anyway, his fake wife shows up and I think, "Her again."
I don't know what that actress makes me think of that girlfriend from Arlington Heights. She was also the romantic interest of Gene Hackman's character in the 25 August 1989 film "The Package." In that 1989 film, she was a US Army officer who was the ex-wife of the character Gene Hackman portrayed, who was an enlisted soldier in the US Army and who then has a lot of conflict when he escorts a military prisoner, who is portrayed by the actor Tommy Lee Jones.
So anyway, why does that actress remind me of that girlfriend from Chicago? I don't know. I thought of her when a car with distinctly similar features that she drove in 1986 shows up in the 6 August 1993 film "The Fugitive" and the woman driving asks Harrison Ford if he needs a ride.
That actress from the 1987 film "The Fourth Protocol" and the 1989 "The Package" has no real distinct features I can recall to that girlfriend from Chicago. Maybe it is their chin. I always want to say they have distinctly different chins so maybe that is something. Their hair is different, as best I recall. I don't recall the voice, in terms of specific details I can now articulate, of that girlfriend from the Arlington Heights suburb of Chicago Illinois so I don't know if that is the reason I think there is some kind of association there.
In the 1989 film "The Package" that actress is a US Army officer in charge of some kind of computer and data processing center and the Gene Hackman character contacts her for help after the military prisoner he was escorting escapes from him, which the film, as I recall, reveals was supposed to happen and that was why he was assigned.
That girlfriend from Chicago came to see me that first time after I had been assigned to the USS Wainwright CG 28 in Charleston South Carolina. We might have talked about getting married but, as I recall I usually brought up marriage with any woman I was sleeping with and I, as best I recall, was never really serious about it. I guess that was just something that seemed appropriate for the time. In reality, I was a jerk. I don't even know what she saw in me in the first. I think about how I was still chewing tobacco back in that time. That is really a disgusting habit when I really think about it.
I broke up with her because, in a nightclub in downtown Charleston, I met a girl from Scotland who had moved here to the United States where her sister's and their husbands lived. For a while recently I have been thinking of her place in this world.
What was that port during our Med cruise in 1989? The ending of this film got me thinking of that. That would have been late 1989 or very early 1989. The Fire Controlman Senior Chief Petty Officer of our division, who became the Master Chief Petty Officer after I left, told me he was glad I had gone up on the deck of the forecastle that day. We were in port somewhere in the Med, I don't think that was in Naples Italy, but it could have been, but I reject that notion because as I recall no one liked Naples and if a riot was going to happen then we expect it there, but it could have been somewhere. We were in Valencia Spain, which was a place I enjoyed a lot and had never been there before but I don't think that happened there but who really knows because I was on duty the day the rally happened on the pier and thus was sober while usually when on the beach in the Med, I usually was not and there were always girls from Britain. No matter what port we were in, there were always girls who told us they were on holiday from Britain. So where was that? France? Toulon France? Maybe. That was my last stop before flying back to the United States, similar to the 1991 film where they are going to Mexico, I was riding from Monaco France to Toulon France in the back of the mail truck and I was seriously hung over from drinking too much and I was crashed on a pile of boxes in the back of the mail truck that would take me to the US military flight back to Charleston SC. A serious windstorm had blown through Monaco just about that time. The plane flew for what seemed to be only a few minutes before we had several hours of wait time at another airport to repair something that had gone wrong with the airplane.
What did I start off to write here? I don't recall. The master chief. The riot on the pier. They were protesting the United States Navy and nuclear weapons. The senior chief was glad that I went up on deck as he asked because I stood there and looked down at the people on the pier and they were quite agitated and I recall one person in the group took a trash container and threw it on to the brow that led from the pier to the quarterdeck of the ship but that was about it. They might have yelled a lot. I don't really remember a lot else other than that. We might have been in Spain. Perhaps Rota Spain. I recall we spent all of Christmas and New Years in Palma Spain, much to my pleasure because I loved Mallorca, but I don't the protests happened there. I also recall being very pissed off in 1989 because we were leaving for that deployment to the Med. I don't recall specifically when we left but I recall that was very soon after the Hurricane Hugo and why I should have even been pissed off about being deployed overseas on the ship I was assigned in the United States Navy fleet, I do not know.
http://www.cswap.com/1987/The_Fourth_Protocol/cap/en/2_Parts/a/00_54
The Fourth Protocol
:54:01
I think we'd better find something
I can beat you at.
:54:10
Push another?
:54:12
Oh! Now don't tell me
you've reached your limit, Jimmy boy!
:54:17
Well, I usually try and stop after
a gallon or so.
:54:21
No shit.
:54:23
Marty come here.
:54:27
Give us two large Moscow Mules Pronto!
:54:32
Maybe that's kick a hole
in that famous British reserve.
:54:48
Na zdrovye that's rusky for ''up yours''.
:54:54
Narza drovier.
:55:28
Cool you British are real cool.
:55:36
Most of these boys are just all hat
and no cattle.
:55:41
Sounds painful.
:55:46
I ought to be getting back, Eileen.
:55:50
Yeah?
:55:54
Okay.
:56:06
Yeah, you get real bored around here.
:56:09
these people treat us like such dopes.
:56:12
to tell the truth I sometimes wonder
what we're doing here at all.
:56:18
Yes, I can understand that.
:56:26
Do you get bored too, Jimmy?
:56:31
Bored stiff?
:56:43
I ought to be getting back.
http://www.cswap.com/1987/The_Fourth_Protocol/cap/en/2_Parts/b/00_06
The Fourth Protocol
:06:38
Mrs Vatanen?
:06:40
How was your journey from Finland?
:06:43
Very comfortable, thank you.
:06:45
Mr Ross.
:06:49
Let me take your bags.
:07:07
Irina Vassilievna
of the soviet Army Artillery,
:07:10
Research directorate. . .
:07:11
Specialising in the design
and con struction of atomic shells.
:07:14
I know.
:07:15
Valeri Petrofsky. How do you do?
:07:16
How do you do?
:07:17
Unfortunately we have a problem though.
:07:19
We're still missing one component.
:07:23
We got your message. . .
http://www.cswap.com/1987/The_Fourth_Protocol/cap/en/2_Parts/b/00_07
The Fourth Protocol
:08:39
Where are you sleeping?
:08:42
We're husband and wife, remember.
:08:45
I think not, comrade Major.
