Only Angels Have Wings Page #2

Geoff, there's a heavy fog bank|laying off the coast. Anything else?

No, that's all.|All right, Joe.

Hi, Les.

- Geoff.|- Hello, Kid.

The wind's swung around.|It's bringing that fog bank in.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

Calling Lookout. Calling Lookout.|How much time?

- Better move fast.|- Go ahead, Geoff.

- How's it look up there?|- I was going to call. Better hold Joe.

I can't. He's already gone.|You ought to see him by now.

I can't see the tip of my nose.

It's closing in again.|You can't fell whaf this stuff will do.

Stand by to put out a flare.

Never mind the flare.|Joe heard every word.

What'll I do? Come back?

Yeah. It's thick down here. When you|get over the fog, I'll line you up.

Geoff, tell that beautiful blonde|I'm still in the running.

Stick to business!

I want fo order two steaks for dinner.|How 'bout it, Dufchy?

- I heard you. Tell him it's all right.|- It's all right with me, too.

Joe, you're all set.

Okay, here I come.

- Plug in the field set. Get going!|- Yes, sir.

Get the big light ready.|Turn it straight up.

- It's cold out here.|- Light those tubs!

Joe Souther.

Okay, Geoff. Coming down.

On fop of fhe fog af 1500.

Higher than I thought.

Watch. We're turning on the lights.

- Turn 'em on.|- Here they go.

Can you see them?

No, not a thing.|I can't even see the glow.

- Must be thicker than it looks.|- Won't hurt to take a stab at it.

- Baldy, shut off that piano.|- Yes, sir.

- Keep it quiet back there!|- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Joe, pay attention.|It's closed in down here.

You're west of the field.

Fly due east.

Flying at 1500 due east.

Due east at 1500.

Joe, blimp your motor.

Joe, you're passing over the field.

Go one mile, turn 180 degrees|and start letting down.

And watch out|for the lights!

Sounds a little that way.

Yeah. Joe, you're a little south.|A little south.

Okay, Papa, turning north.

Turn off that light.

Keep it quiet back there!

Here I come.

Twelve hundred.

A fhousand.

Eight hundred.

Six hundred.

Joe, you're coming in too high!|You'll overshoot the field!

Make a turn, Joe.

Go further back and try it again.

Okay, I'm turning.

Can't you see the lights?

Nothing that even looks like|a dim candle.

His line was okay.

Yeah.

Joe, your direction was perfect.|Be sure to keep the same line.

All right. I'm turning.

Here I come.|Six hundred.

Cut it up in hundreds.

Five hundred.

Four hundred.

Take it easy, sonny.

Three hundred.

Gun her, Joe!

I'm down to 100 now.

That doesn't sound like...

Joe, pull up!

Say, that wasn't right, was it?

No, not quite.

Joe, you had the wrong line.|You're way off...

Okay, Geoff.

I saw the lights.|I'll get it next time.

Nothing doing. Don't take more chances.|You've got three hours of gas...

Three hours? She'll almosf be|on fhe boat by then.

I told you to stick to business.

Get on top and cruise around|until it opens up here.

Right. Don't let him do it.

Geoff, give me one more chance.|I fhink I see a hole.

Yeah, I do see one!|I'm coming down.

- Joe, please don't!|- Stop.

Joe, you've got your orders.|Stay up there and do as I tell you.

Quit worrying about that blonde.

It's all righf. I see fhe lights.|I'll make it easy.

- There he is!|- Joe, pull up!

Mike, get the wagon. Take big shears|in case you have to cut him out.

Les, get the mail.

Baldy, telephone the police.|Have them clear the field. Hurry up.

Well, you did all you could.

Yeah.

Mr. Wise Guy.

Oh, do something! He may be alive!|Don't just stand there!

Pull yourself together!|Haven't you caused enough trouble?

Calling Barranca. Calling Barranca.

Go ahead, Tex.

Geoff, did you get Joe down all right?

All except for one tree|that stuck up too high.

Oh. Sorry.

Joe, you crazy fool!

Nobody could tell you anything.|You knew it all.

It serves you right.|I don't feel sorry for you. Not a bit.

No skin off my nose.

If you can take it, I can.

I'll take a look over there.

Okay, Kid.

Sparks, I forgot to tell Les.|Have the mail put in #7.

Get it out and warm it up.

Calling Lookout.

Go ahead.

Any change, Tex?

No, just about the same.

All right.|We're all set to go down here.

Okay.|I'll let you know.

Wait a minute.

- What?|- You're not going to...

Go ahead and say it.

When you got me|into this flying business...

I was doing pretty good.

I made good money, I ate good.|I slept good nights.

In a week, you'll either collect|or lose your shirt.

I'm not thinking about that.

I can't go on killing nice kids.|Not if I lose a dozen shirts!

Think you're the only one|that feels that way?

Then why do you send them up|in that kind of weather?

Because I'm running an airline!

And I'm not running it any different|than anybody I ever flew for.

Look, Dutchy...

Joe died flying, didn't he?

That was his job.

He just wasn't good enough.|That's why he got it.

I ain't built like you are.|I shouldn't be in such a business.

We can't go on like that.

Why not? You've got another pilot|coming in on the next boat.

Oh, Geoff!

You're a hard man.|Much too hard.

Cut it out. Cut it out!

Look. What's the use feeling bad|about something that couldn't be helped?

Give me a match, will ya?

I told you,|Joe just wasn't good enough.

If he hadn't got it tonight,|he was bound to get it sooner or later.

Then you had no business|to let him fly.

What, ground that kid?

He'd sooner be where he is|than quit.

Here.

Look, Dutch...

Joe had a sister in the States,|didn't he?

Yes.

I owed him $100.

Here. Send it to her.

You don't owe him no money.

- How do you know?|- Well, l...

Because he's got two months' pay coming,|why should he loan from you?

All right, if you've got so much dough|to throw around...

why don't you get that plane|out of hock?

Well...

Take it easy, fella.|We'll get along.

- How 'bout that food?|- Make it snappy. We're hungry.

- Kid, how is it out there?|- Everything's all right.

Yeah? Come on,|let's get a drink.

Baldy, I'll take those.

- Hello, Pancho.|- Hello, Geoff.

Just a minute.|I can use that.

- Gangway, Charlie.|- Hello, Geoff.

Mr. Carter.

Do you really think...

Do you really think it was my fault|what happened?

Sure, it was your fault.|You were gonna have dinner with him.

The Dutchman hired him.|I sent him up on schedule.

The fog came in.|A tree got in the way.

All your fault.

Forget it,|unless you want the honor.

- Hello, Lily.|- Oh, Mr. Geoff!

Throw this down. You'll feel better.|Bottoms up. Salud.

Salud.

It's pretty good.|The best I've ever seen.

Bonnie, look at this.|Hiya, Gent.

All right, meet Miss Lee.|Gent Shelton.

- Hello.|- How do you do?

Fine. How are you?

- Where you been?|- At the warehouse checking spare parts.

- Oh, I get it.|- Did I send you down there?

You'll think up some other job|to get rid of me.

- I missed the excitement around here.|- You did.

- Haven't seen a better one.|- She's a good one.

- What'll you have to drink?|- Anything. You name it.

- How about you, Miss Lee?|- What did you say?

- You want a drink?|- No, I don't want any.

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