Arise, My Love Page #2
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1940
- 110 min
- 233 Views
- Yes, Ford, Edison...
He's left this behind.
It's addressed to me.
"I, Thomas Martin,
of sound mind...
It's interesting what a man
will write before he dies.
"I hereby devise and decree
that my entire monetary estate,
consisting in $29.87,
be distributed among the soldiers
of my firing squad,
50 cents to the drummer
and 17 cents to the commander,
with the compliments
of the corpse".
- Light-hearted devil!
- Incorrigible!
"Finally, I direct that there be
no melancholy
among these, my heirs,
as I die an orphan
and a bachelor,
leaving no parents, no widow,
no offspring,
and no hard feelings.
Thomas Martin".
If the firing squad learns
they've lost this legacy,
they'll shoot me!
"A bachelor", "no widow".
Damn it!
We've been deceived!
She's not his wife!
I've been tricked!
They must be stopped!
The telephone!
Where's the telephone?
You're holding it.
- Where?
- In your hand.
Give me the Captain of the Day.
Give me the Chief of Police!
Give me the airport!
How'd you get away with it?
That was all the makeup I needed.
Of course, my passport
had to be corrected a bit.
How'd you get past
so may guards?
- They carried me in to the couch.
- The what?
After three days waiting
for an interview,
- I whip up a faint.
- Then a few hours of crying.
Yes, sir.
His Excellency cried like a baby.
I had to blow his nose
while he signed the pardon.
That ought to tickle
the readers of...
- What's the name of the paper?
- Associated News.
400 hundred of them.
New York to Honolulu.
Tell you what? For six months,
I'll subscribe to each one.
If you take 300 of each,
I could get 400 scooters.
You don't want me to read
three Wichita Gazette's a day.
What kind of church
makes a sound like that?
- That's the prison alarm bell.
- What?
Don't tell me something
slipped up
after all the trouble
I've taken!
What's the matter?
All cars must stop
when the alarm sounds.
- Why?
- Regulations.
Maybe some prisoner escaped.
Excuse me, Madame.
Sorry.
That way!
They went that way!
I don't care.
You'll have to pay for this!
That way!
That way!
It's that way!
We'll never make it.
The roads will be blocked!
- Thought we were going by plane?
- The airport will be covered.
- Where'd they go?
- That way, to the right!
- Why didn't you listen to me?
- Which way did they go?
That way.
On that turn.
- Soldiers!
- I see them. Hold tight.
There's one!
What's going on?
What do you want?
Come on, get in!
- My typewriter!
- For the love of Pete!
They went that way!
They stole a car!
- Here comes my little prayer.
- What prayer?
Always when I take off.
Song of Solomon, Chapter 2,
Verse 13.
"Arise my love,
my fair one and come away".
Back home again!
You can sit up.
Get up, don't be so scared.
- You think I'm scared?
- Yeah.
Well, I was. I was scared
the story was petering out.
You know, this comes in handy.
I needed a good climax.
I'm delighted.
And a great climax, at that.
We've got 47 gallons.
At two miles to the gallon,
that's 94. It's 120 to the border.
We have to land in Spain!
If we get a tail wind,
maybe we can glide the difference.
"Gliding between life and death".
- That'd make good reading.
- Yeah.
I probably would've thought
of that, anyway.
- Are they after us?
- They're not looking for birds.
- They're pursuit planes!
- They'll be on us in 10 minutes.
Maybe this is too much
of a climax!
As for me, I'm living
on velvet, anyway.
Don't stop pitching!
I want to write that story.
There's a little cotton wool
we can hid in for a while.
"We hid in the clouds,
a whipped cream sanctuary".
Is that the sort of stuff
you write, Augusta?
Why don't you rewrite your name?
Augusta! It's like a battleship.
They call me "Gusto".
"In Paris with Gusto".
- Haven't I seen that somewhere?
- No.
It's a fashion column.
"Chiffon makes a comeback".
"Suzanne scoops skunk corset".
Don't tell me this story will be
what the fugitive was wearing!
No. From now on,
its front page features for me.
With a by-line.
Syndicated and copyrighted!
- You're going to write right now?
- Right now is right.
I want to be ready for the first
French telegraph office.
Now, "Thomas Martin",
what's your middle name?
Thomas Fuller Martin,
often known as Thomas Fuller,
"Marlakey".
I'll bet.
What's that for?
Just wanted to hear
if they're around.
and a weak gas supply,
there's a 50-50 chance
of making it to the border.
Do you mind if I write
"one chance in a thousand"?
Why not be practical?
Either we're caught and
you've written that for nothing
or we land in France and you've got
all the time in the world.
Well?
If it's going to be our last hour,
let's spend it like sensible people.
For instance?
You could kiss my earlobe.
It's funny you're sitting beside me.
You're precisely my type.
- How long were you in prison?
- Ten months.
Yeah.
The first girl I was crazy about
was like you.
Or take Hazel,
the hostess on the line I flew
from Fort Worth to New Orleans.
One April night, no passengers.
Just Hazel and I.
I lost my commercial license.
What I was saying was she looked
a lot like Gusto. Same hair,
like what I said,
precisely my type.
Honey, after 10 months in jail,
anything would be your type,
even a Saint Bernard.
I've been...
- Hungry. You're just hungry.
- No, it's you. Really it is.
There are three ways
of approaching a woman.
rose bushes and forget-me-nots.
It takes about six months.
The second is dusty,
deep understanding and fellowship.
That takes about six weeks.
But the third way's a shortcut.
The last time a man tried
a shortcut with me, I bit his nose!
Why, Gusto!
There they are!
- Right upstairs.
- Can they see us?
No, but if they swoop,
they could dent our fenders.
- Can't you do something?
- Well...
Let's go up and say "hello".
Put your belt on.
- You alright?
- Yes.
- How are you feeling?
- I left my stomach in the cloud.
What's the matter?
Are we hit?
That's what they think, I hope.
Now, if we can only locate
your stomach.
Don't bother.
How soon before they find us?
They'll lose an hour
looking for our wreckage below.
- You're pretty clever.
- I was trying to tell you that.
Now, back to those three ways...
Come on. The train's in.
They're in Car 8.
Hold it, Gusto! Stay where you are.
Come on, boys, step on it!
Smile, Monsieur Martin.
Ready, you squirts?
Miss Nash, as European head
of the Associated News,
it is my privilege to welcome you
after your brilliant exploit.
You've thrilled millions
with your story which appeared
exclusively with the Associated News
in 400 papers around the world.
- Congratulations, Miss Nash.
- Thank you, Mr. Phillips.
I'm glad to do my bit for
a fellow American and Associated.
What you did will go down
in the annals of journalism,
side by side with the story
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