Hell's Angels Page #4

those lights. Then another burst got him.

We could hear him screaming...

Stop! I can't stand it.

Good thing he took your place, Rutledge.

You might've got it instead of him.

Oh, I'll get it sooner or later. We'll

all get it. Isn't there any end to this?

Oh, shut up. You're always

whining. Shut up yourself.

Who'll make me?

I'll make you.

Sit down, Jack, and be quiet. All

right. What's the matter with you fellas?

Would anybody like to take

Monte's place on tonight's patrol?

Lay off.

No more soup.

We need some.

No more soup.

We need some soup.

Jymes! Hurry it up.

Splendid.

Splendid, Jymes.

Splendid.

That's what comes from hurrying.

What was dinner

before you dropped it, Jymes?

A tasty bit of salmon, sir.

Sewer trout again?

Hasn't the cook anything else?

Well, sir, there's that tin of pork

and beans. No, we don't want that.

Can he do anything with the garbage? Oh,

well, never mind. We aren't hungry, are we?

Coffee, Jymes.

Yes, sir.

And, Jymes.

Yes, sir?

Don't let anything hurry you.

No, sir.

Drinking again?

You dirty louse!

Hey, Baldy.

The sooner you get shot down,

the better. Baldy, darling.

Now that didn't hurt, Baldy.

Monte! What's the matter with you? Attention.

As you were.

The following officers

will report for night patrol.

Drayton.

Yes, sir.

Fuller.

Here, sir.

Maloney. Oh, no. Not an old baldheaded

man like me up there in the cold, cold air.

Perhaps Fritz

will warm it up for you.

Neville.

Here, sir.

Monte Rutledge.

Monte Rutledge.

I don't feel very well tonight, sir.

That's all right, boy. None of us feel well.

But you don't understand.

I think I do, Rutledge.

But I say, sir. You don't understand. Th-There

seems to be something the matter with me.

I know what's the matter with

him. He's yellow. Oh, shut up.

Oh, let's say it. Didn't Harry go west

last night because he took this man's place?

Keep quiet, Jack.

I will not keep quiet.

He's yellow and we all know it.

That's a lie! I'm not yellow.

I can see things as they are, that's all.

I'm sick of this rotten business.

You fools. Why do you

let them kill you like this?

What are you fighting for?

Patriotism. Duty. Are you mad?

Can't you see they're just words?

Words coined by politicians and profiteers

to trick you into fighting for them.

What's a word compared with life...

the only life you've got.

I'll give 'em a word. Murder! That's what

this dirty rotten politician's war is.

Murder! You know it as well as I do.

Yellow, am I?

You're the ones that are yellow.

I've got guts to say what I think.

You're afraid to say it. So afraid to be

called yellow, you'd rather be killed first.

You fools! You poor, stupid fools.

Oh, Monte.

Now, pull yourself together, will ya?

Stand up, Rutledge!

I've taken a lot of shirking from you since

we came out here, but this is a bit too much.

Sir, he really is ill. You're a disgrace

to your squadron. Go to your quarters.

Yes, sir.

Have a cigarette.

You don't think I'm yellow,

do you, Roy?

Why, of course not. You're just

more sensitive than the rest of us.

I wonder.

Well, stop thinking about it.

I wish I could.

Haven't I been up twice on the night

patrol? I'm trying to do my share.

Of course you are now.

You... You must be pretty well

fed up with me after all this.

Oh, that's rot.

I- I'm not yellow.

I'm not! Oh, now, Monte. Come

on. Pull yourself together.

Staff Colonel.

Everybody out.

Come on, Monte.

Stand easy.

Well, men, I don't like

what I have to say, but let's face it,

you all know

the central munition dump at Spraug.

You've tried three times

to bomb that depot without success.

No fault of yours, of course,

they've guarded it too closely.

That munition depot at Spraug

must be destroyed tomorrow morning.

Now, then, today a German bombing plane

was forced down within our lines.

We were lucky enough to capture it

before they had a chance to destroy it.

We've fixed it up so it'll fly.

We want to use this plane

to bomb the Spraug depot.

There's no question that

the venture will succeed this time.

The enemy won't suspect one of their own

planes until after the depot is bombed.

Then when they discover the trick,

well, you... you may have

a little difficulty in getting back.

I need two men to fly this plane.

I'll go, sir.

Are you sure you wanna go?

Quite sure, sir.

Very well.

I'll go with him, sir.

Who are these men? Lieutenants

Monte and Roy Rutledge, sir.

Brothers, eh?

Dismissed.

Now, young men,

I want you to realize

how important this is.

The Seventh Brigade has been ordered

to go over the top in a surprise attack

tomorrow evening at dusk.

The brigade doesn't know it, but I

- I'm afraid they're going to be slaughtered.

There's too much artillery

in front of us.

If you destroy that munition depot

early tomorrow morning,

it will weaken the enemy artillery,

and we may be able to get through.

Hundreds of lives

depend on you.

Do you understand? Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Now, another thing.

The plane you are to fly...

is far too dangerous a piece of

armament to let the enemy recapture it.

It must return

or be destroyed.

If you were captured,

you'd be shot as spies anyway.

Baldy. Oh, Baldy?

You'll take the morning patrol

in towards Spraug as far as you can.

You might possibly help

them get back. By all means.

Yes, sir.

You'll get your maps and final

instructions just before taking off.

Report to the field at 3:00 a. m.

Until then, let them do as they please.

- Yes, sir. 3:
00, you two.

- Yes, sir.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- What time is it, Monte?

- Ten past 9:
00.

Helen's canteen closes at 10:00.

Weve just enough time to get there.

- Do you think they'll let us have the motorcycle?

- Why, of course. We're "it" tonight.

Yeah. We're "it" all right.

Not sorry, are you?

Oh, let's not talk about it.

I'm not even gonna

think about it until 3:00.

What's your program?

Wine, women and song?

Oh, perhaps I'll do without

the song tonight.

- See you at Grosson's?

- Either there or at Jacques across the street.

- Wherever you hear the most noise.

- Don't you wanna come in with me to see Helen?

Oh, I better not.

Righto.

Where's Helen?

She's gone out.

Oh.

Was she expecting you?

No.

Would you care

to leave a note?

Yes, I think I will.

Pen and ink on the table.

You'll see that she gets this?

Oh, yes.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Hello. What's up?

She isn't in.

That's tough.

Wanna come along with me?

Where to?

Grosson's.

Righto.

Your switch on?

Will you close it a little?

- Helen.

- Well, if it isn't old Roy.

Old solemn Roy himself.

Sit down, Roy. Sit on the floor

and hang your legs over.

- Take your hands off her.

- Oh, I can't take my hands off.

You heard what I said.

Take your hands off her.

Who asked you to this party

anyway? Helen, let me take you home.

Home? Who wants to go home?

I'm having a marvelous time.

I was until you came in.

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