Only Angels Have Wings

Heave the starboard line!

Heave the port line.

Make fast starboard line.

Hi. Looks like|more passengers this trip.

Keep your fingers crossed.|We may have some luck.

- What did you say?|- Pardon. The boat sails at 4:00.

Hi, Rafael.

Here you are.|Two sacks this time.

- How's the talent this trip?|- Very bad.

- Not much to choose from, huh?|- You can have my shares.

- This all you've got on board?|- There's not one you'd give that for.

Wait a minute!|Look at that!

- What a pretty mouse!|- Who hung that on you?

Oh, no. We have had some bad weather.|I fell against a doorknob.

You oughta cut its fingernails.

- Boat leaves at 4:00 in the morning.|- I'll be here.

- I thought you said...|- You chump. That's the doorknob.

We've got work to do.

Be careful, boys.

Wait a minute.|Take it easy.

- There's a strong character for you.|- Probably the wrong approach.

- Come on, we'll try again.|- Easy does it.

- Lady, we've decided to appeal to...|- What?

It wasn't me, lady.|He thought it up by himself.

- We were just gonna buy you a drink.|- Are you Americans?

I thought you were a couple of...

Gee-willikers! Why didn't you say so?|I'm gonna buy you a drink!

- Then you won't need this.|- Come on.

Sure good to hear something that doesn't|sound like pig latin. Where're you from?

He's Les Peters and I'm Joe Souther.|New York and Kansas.

- What's your name?|- Lee.

- Lee what?|- Bonnie Lee from Brooklyn.

Look out.

- What was that?|- Fifth Avenue bus line.

Too bad you didn't break your neck.

Who saw her first?

Here you are, Dutchy.

- Meet Miss Lee.|- How do you do?

Miss Lee, this imposing gentleman is|the postmaster and banker of Barranca.

I've always wanted...

Also the owner of this general store|on your right...

proprietor of the bar on your left...

and chief cook and bottle washer|of this hotel and restaurant you see.

That hardly seems enough, Mr...

John Vanrider is the name.|Please don't pay any attention to...

- How 'bout a drink?|- Sure! Sit down.

Make yourself at home.|What are you going to have?

- How's the local Scotch?|- I carry only the best, eh, boys?

- Make mine bourbon.|- Me, too.

Well me, too.

My Scotch is good.|I drink it myself.

Why don't you have one with us?

I will.

Does it seem good|to be off that boat!

What are you looking at?|What's the matter with me?

Nothing.|You're sure easy on the eyes.

You mug! You heard me use that|two weeks ago.

It still sounds good.|What are you fellas doing down here?

Same as everybody else,|working for the Dutchman.

- What's that?|- We fly mail and things here and there.

Fliers! I was wondering why|you were carrying those guns.

Do you think we're a couple|of banana cowboys?

- Where's the flying field down here?|- Right outside the door.

- Skoal!|- To us.

- Down the hatch.|- Happy landings.

What are you doing down here?|On your way back to the States?

- Yep, if I don't get a job in Panama.|- A professional!

I quit a show at Valparaiso.|These are on me.

- Don't do that.|- I said I wanted to buy you a drink.

- I'm paying for these.|- You better let him pay.

Wait a minute. If you take his money,|I'll never step foot in this place.

Joe, where are you going to eat?

I'll starve, but I won't|come in here again.

I better take his money.

If you take his money, I'll never|come in again. Who asked first?

- I'm going to pay.|- He asked first.

- I meant what I said.|- So did I.

Where you...

The drinks are on the house!|Satisfied?

- Very well satisfied.|- That's a shame. He's so cute.

Dutchy, come on back.|No more monkey business.

- Bring a bottle.|- No, you better take it easy.

- What for?|- One of you has to fly the mail tonight.

- I thought Tony was first out.|- Tony has a touch of fever.

- It's either you or Joe.|- Can you beat that?

Dutchy, pick a number.

- What for?|- Anything up to ten.

One to ten? Number?

Oh, no. Not me.

If you want to gamble on who goes up|in that weather, pick someone else.

- All right, Bonnie.|- Anything up to ten.

Not me.|I feel the same way he does.

Nobody's worrying about who's going up.|We're worrying about...

Who's gonna take you to dinner.

Who said anything about staying|for dinner?

We'll send you a formal invitation.

Les, odd or even?

Odd.

That's too bad.

Well, Bonnie,|how do you like your steak?

I don't know if...

You mean real American steak?

I don't want to brag, but how do|you think I keep those boys down here?

- I guess I'm staying for dinner.|- That's the girl!

Why do I always say "odd,"|and it always comes out...

I hate that noise.

Joe Souther,|you're up next.

- That's you, Les.|- Joe Souther.

Sorry, kid.

Joe, stand by.|Tex says it's clearing.

Not me. Les lost.|I'm having dinner with Miss Lee.

- Miss Lee, Mr. Carter.|- How do you do?

Hello, Miss Lee.

Sorry, Joe, but the mail goes out|on schedule. So do the pilots.

Since when, Geoff?

I want Les to check over that stuff|that came in on the boat today.

- When did you think that up?|- Just now.

Geoff, the boys gambled and he lost.|Let him go.

- Is that an order?|- Yeah! No, no...

Who is running things here anyway?

- That's what I mean. Joe, get going.|- Miss Lee and I were having dinner.

Don't worry about Miss Lee.|I'll take up where you left off.

Look here, mister.|I've got something to say about this.

Chorus girl?

No, I do a specialty.

So much the better. Pick up that stuff|on your way back from Las Cruces.

- See you later, Miss Lee.|- You will, will you? I might have...

Who does that guy think he is?

- That's the boss.|- As you may have gathered.

- He's not my boss and...|- Bonnie, I hope you win.

- I'll be seein' ya.|- Good-bye, Joe.

Be careful. No chances.

- Dutchy, find something to worry about.|- That's what you should be doing.

Hi, Lily.

I've got to go.|I'll be back soon.

- So long.|- Bye, darling.

How can he fly in this fog?

It's just on the ground. He'll pull up|through it. Only 200, 300 feet thick.

What he's waiting for is the heavy stuff|farther up in the pass.

- Sounds like double-talk.|- I guess it does.

The only way inland from here|is through a deep pass.

It's up...|You can't see it.

It's 14,000 feet at the low spot.|Wind and clouds make it a bad place.

That's why we keep a lookout part way|through to tell us when it clears.

Calling Barranca.

Here it comes.

Go ahead, Tex.

Stand by. She's moving fast.|How's it look down there?

All right if the wind doesn't shift.

Hold on.|I'll take a look outside.

Big breaks now.|This looks like the last of it.

Okay, she's open.

Let 'em fly!

Oh, it's the most wonderful thing|I've ever seen.

Yes. Reminded you of a great big|beautiful bird, didn't it?

No, it didn't.|That's why it's so wonderful.

It's really a flying human being.

You're right about one thing. A bird|has too much sense to fly in that muck.

Joe Souther.|Calling Joe Souther.

Go ahead, Geoff.

- Radio check. One. Two. Three. Four...|- Four. Five. Six.

Seven. Eight.|Clear as a bell, Papa.

On top at 400 between layers.

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