Hell's Angels Page #5

I advise you to get out

before you're kicked out.

Keep your... Keep your

filthy hands off of my girl.

Your girl. You fool. I wouldn't belong

to you if you were the last man on Earth.

You're nothing to me. Nothing. Come

on, Roy. Let's get out of here. Come on.

Oh, let's have it out.

I don't love you. I never have.

I never had any fun with you anyway.

You and your high ideals.

You're too good to live.

You're just a stupid prig if you ask me.

You make me sick, do you hear? Sick. Now,

get out here. I hate the sight of you!

Come on, Roy.

Let's go across the street.

Sweet, sweet baby.

Handsome, big, strong baby.

N'est-ce pas?

Mmm, n'est-ce pas,

kiss Papa, huh?

Oh, baby.

Hello, chri.

Aw, don't take it so hard, Roy.

Forget it.

Is your friend sick?

No. He'll be all right.

Drink up, Roy.

I still can't believe it.

You just don't know anything

about women. They're all the same.

I've been telling you that for years.

Maybe you'll believe me now.

- Oh, Helen's not that sort.

- Oh, nonsense.

- It's the war. She's changed.

- You're wrong, Roy.

War doesn't change people. It's...

It's like getting drunk. It brings

out what people really are.

You can't make me believe

Helen was like that before.

Well, she was. I've known

it all along. You too?

Oh, I'm sorry, Roy.

Don't take it so hard. She isn't worth it.

- I suppose you're right.

- Of course I'm right.

Listen, Roy, never love a woman.

Just make love to her.

You see, like this. Look.

Go ahead, Roy. Try it.

That's the way.

Oh! What you do, baby?

All wet! No, no, no, no!

Imbecile! Aw, baby. Voil.

Hey, listen, Monte. Monte.

Go easy. We gotta go up at 3:00.

Oh, listen, Roy.

To hell with this 3:00 business.

What do you mean? Just that. To hell with it.

Say, you're crazy, Monte.

We can't get out of it now.

Oh, why can't we?

Listen, Roy, all this idealistic stuff

won't get you anywhere.

You tried it on Helen and what

happened? You got a kick in the face.

You can't go through life

thinking the way you do.

People take advantage of you and

make a fool of you the way she did.

- It's beginning to look as though you're right.

- Of course I'm right.

I was right about Helen, and now I'm

right about this 3:00 business too.

This is another thing entirely, Monte.

Why is it? They're just taking advantage

of you in another way, that's all.

It's chaps like you

that are meat for them.

All they gotta do is make it

sound heroic, and you fall for it.

Listen, Roy,

what's the difference if we don't go?

- But we can't get out of it now.

- Why can't we?

Listen, tell 'em...

tell 'em the motorcycle broke down.

Tell 'em anything.

What do you say, Roy?

Well...

Come on, old ooo-la-la.

Oh, no, no, no, chri.

Oh, baby.

N'est-ce pas?

Oh, oui, oui, madam.

Oh, baby.

Oh, stop looking at your watch, Roy.

You're not going anywhere.

Yes, I am and so are you.

Who says I am? Listen, Monte, we're a

little drunk and we've been talking wildly.

There's no way out of this

and we know it. Come on, Monte.

No, no. Let me alone.

Come on, old ooo-la-la.

Monte.

Why, they'd court-martial us

in a minute if we didn't show up.

Why, that's desertion, Monte.

They shoot people for that.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

I suppose you're right.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Monte.

What a pair of fools we are.

Let's go.

Easy, now.

Easy.

Look out for the firing pin.

Righto. I got it.

Contactor.

Contact.

Ground speed here.

Keep this site trained on the target.

Then pull the release when you

hit the stop. Do you understand?

Don't forget the leveler.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Contactor.

Contact.

Remember this ship weighs 20,000

pounds. Good luck. Thank you.

Roy, the depot.

Roy, look there!

They've seen us.

They're coming on.

For Christ's sake.

Hey, Roy, look.

They hit our right motor.

I got him!

Roy! Look over there.

It's our squadrons. They're coming!

Roy, they've gone.

Jesus.

Son of a Boche.

Hey!

It's me! Hey! It's me!

Goddamn it!

It's old Baldy. Hey! Baldy.

Hello. It's Baldy.

Look, Roy.

It's Baldy.

You see that guy?

Good old Baldy.

Good boy. See that? He's got him.

Hey, look. He's got him.

He's got him.

Oh. Look. They've changed around.

Our strut's gone.

That son of a b*tch.

Roy, he got us! Roy!

Go down! Go down! Go down!

One more for Baldy!

No more control?

Pull her up!

Oh, my God! We're on fire!

We're burning!

Roy, get down!

Do something! Roy!

Ah, so. We meet again.

It was you who bombed

the depot at Spraug, nicht wahr?

Yes.

And you were flying

a German plane, nicht wahr?

- Yes.

- Very clever.

It is a pity you must

take your congratulations from me.

There are a few questions

I must ask you.

If you answer them simply,

it will be easy for you.

To what squadron of

the Royal Flying Corps are you attached?

Just why were you sent to bomb

that munition depot this morning?

It was our natural target.

But possibly it was to clear the way

for a little surprise attack, huh?

You are surprised.

We know all about it,

so you need not be afraid to talk.

Now, please, when and where

is the attack to be made?

Oh, you are stupid not to tell.

It is nothing.

For you the war is over, nicht wahr?

We are friends.

Hmm.

Listen, if you tell me,

I will see that you are sent to a special camp

reserved only for certain prisoners of war.

It's near Munich.

Far away from all this.

You will have every comfort.

And in a few months from now when the war is

over, you will be alive and in good health,

which is more than most of us

will be able to say.

So, you see?

It can be easy for you.

Now, please.

So, you will not tell?

Possibly you do not know

that flying a German plane...

is the same as wearing

a German uniform.

Any disguised soldier is a spy,

nicht wahr?

And you know

what happens to spies?

I think you two friends

had better talk it over.

I will give you 15 minutes.

If you change your mind

and tell, good.

If not, you will be shot.

Do you think he was bluffing?

No, he wasn't bluffing.

He's the man

I was to fight that duel with.

Really? Quite a coincidence.

He's got it in for me. Nah, he's

probably forgotten it by this time.

The brigade will be going

over pretty soon, Monte. Yes.

Roy, look.

Oh, save it to wipe your nose on.

God, what nerve.

Roy.

Roy, I can't face it.

I'm going to tell.

Don't be a fool, Monte. Do you realize

what it would mean if we told?

It would mean being alive when this

bloody war's over. But, Monte, you can't.

To hell with your heroic stuff.

I wanna live.

I'm not gonna be shot down like that.

I'm going to tell. Wait a minute. Monte.

But I...

Listen.

Let me go.

You?

Yes. You're all upset.

I'll bargain with him, and perhaps

I won't have to tell him everything.

I- I'll come with you.

No.

You said he's got it in for you.

Now, let me do it alone.

All right.

Tell the general I'm ready to talk.

Good. Come.

Ah, yes.

So, you have changed your mind?

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