Only Angels Have Wings Page #3

- Have one anyway. Pancho?|- I'll have one, too.

Send over some drinks.

- Right.|- Gangway, please.

Here's your steak, miss.

- Here's the other one. Who wants it?|- I'll take it over here.

- Give me some coffee.|- You want some coffee, miss?

- That looks all right.|- You're here in time for the fireworks.

How can you do that?

- What?|- Eat that steak?

- What's the matter with it?|- It was his!

Want me to have it stuffed?

Don't you realize he's dead?

- Who's dead?|- Yeah, who's dead?

- Who's Joe?|- Anybody know Joe?

What's the matter? He was talking|and laughing with us, and now he's...

Let's break fhe news to Mother

And tell her there's no other

You...

How do you like that?

Wait a minute, you little fool.|Why don't you use your...

Stop it.

I don't know how you can act like this|when that poor kid...

- I know. He's dead.|- Yes, he's dead!

That's right.|He's been dead 20 minutes.

And all the weeping won't make him|any deader 20 years from now.

If you feel like bawling,|how do you think we feel?

Go outside and walk around. Stay there|until you put all that together.

Was that you|they were razzing in there?

Don't feel too bad about it.

I did the same thing|when I first came.

- Mister, can you kick real hard?|- Maybe you won't need it.

I think I'd feel better.

All my life,|I've hated funerals.

The fuss and bother|never brings anybody back.

It just spoils remembering them|as they really are.

When I see people actually facing it|that way, I have to act like a sap.

This flying business is new to me.

You have to have some crazy way|of looking at it to go on.

Does this sort of thing happen often?

That depends on weather and luck.

We've drawn space twice in the last|three months, not counting this one.

I suppose they'll|be at it again tomorrow.

Tonight if it clears.

- They must love it, flying, I mean.|- Why do you think they come here?

It's like being in love|with a buzz saw.

Not much future.

What is there about it|that gets them?

I'm not a flier.|You better ask the Kid.

Miss Lee, Mr. Dabb.|She wants to know why you like flying.

I been in it 22 years. I couldn't give|you an answer that would make sense.

What's so funny?

- That's what my dad used to say.|- Flier?

No, trapeze. High stuff.|He wouldn't use a net.

Not much future in that, either.

Yes. We found that out.

Tell me about this headman, Geoff.|Does he go up, too?

Only when he thinks it's too tough|for anyone else.

Well, just goes to show you|how wrong you can be.

The Kid could tell ya.|He's Geoff's best friend.

I can tell you, he's a good guy|for gals to stay away from.

Thank you.|I'll remember that.

- What's it gonna be?|- How about "Some of These Days"?

How's it go?

There's no B flat.|It goes like that.

- What do you want?|- I came for that drink you offered me.

- Oh. Grown up yet?|- Hope so.

- Charlie?|- Yes, sir.

Go ahead, Gent.

You're gonna miss your baby

That's awful!|Can't you hear that?

Yes, I know. Will you go away please?|We'll get it.

You want to hear|how it really goes?

- Sure.|- Move over.

- You better be good.|- Won't be as corny as you.

Boys, you take the pickup|with the horn. Make it slow and easy.

Rest of you watch for the breaks.|Ready now? Here we go.

I'll take it!

- Hello, professional.|- It's part of the specialty.

- Yeah?|- Here's to you.

- Got a match?|- Yes.

Thanks.

- Who's Joe?|- Never heard of him.

- Anyone know "The Peanut Vendor"?|- Yes, sir!

Give me those, honey.

Peanufs

So long.

I'll take care of it.

All right, Mike.|Good night.

Here's all the stuff|that was turned in.

I gave his clothes|to the men on the field.

Yeah.

He didn't have much to show|for all...

Take your pick.

I got a drawerful|of that junk already.

I'm gonna get some sleep.|The Kid's sitting in for me.

- Good night.|- Good night, Sparks.

See anything you'd like to have?

I don't need anything|to remember him by.

You want a drink, help yourself.

- Good-bye, Miss Lee.|- Good-bye, Dutchy.

- Drop in again when you come this way.|- Thank you. I will.

Well, good-bye, mister. It's too bad|Barranca's so far from Brooklyn.

What's your hurry? It's a few minutes|past 12:00. Your boat leaves at 4:00.

Here. Say when.

When are you gonna get some sleep?

After your boat sails.

Aren't you wasting your time?

That's a point|that's open to argument.

That's what I'm afraid of.|Those arguments.

- What's the matter with 'em?|- They're too one-sided.

No hard feelings.

Your apology is accepted.

How 'bout taking along|a souvenir?

Why not?

Help yourself.

You've got a good eye, lady.

Somebody must've given you|an awful beating once.

Go home.

Good night.

- You're a queer duck.|- So are you!

I can't make you out.

Same here.|What was she like, anyway?

- Who?|- That girl that made you act this way.

A whole lot like you.|Just as nice, almost as smart.

- Chorus girl?|- Only by temperament.

At least you're true|to the type.

Sit down.|Make yourself comfortable.

Still carrying the torch for her,|aren't you?

- Got a match?|- Don't you ever have any?

Nope. Don't believe of laying in|a supply of anything. Thanks.

- Matches, marbles, money or women.|- That's right.

No looking ahead, no tomorrows.|Just today.

Is that why|she gave you the air?

- Who?|- That girl.

I wouldn't ask any woman to...

You can think up more questions!|Here.

- What wouldn't you?|- What?

Ask anybody to do.

Did you ever know a woman|that didn't want to make plans?

Map out everything?|Get it all set?

I don't blame them, I guess.

It's the only way|they can run a home and have kids.

I suppose you think that's easier,|less dangerous than flying.

- I don't know. I never tried it.|- Didn't you ask her to?

- Who?|- That girl!

I told you.|I wouldn't ask any woman.

What if she were willing?

That's what they all say.

Women think they can take it,|but they can't.

The minute you get up in the air,|they start calling the airport.

When you get down, they're waiting for|you so scared, they hate your insides.

What if she were the type|that didn't scare so easily?

There's no such animal.

How do you know?

The girl I was telling you about|came as close to it as anybody I met.

One night when I was lost in a fog,|I was glad to get my feet on the ground.

What do you think the "welcome home"|speech was? She was hoping I'd crashed.

What?

She couldn't stand the gaff. She'd|rather see me dead, have it over with.

Told me if I didn't quit flying,|it was all off.

- You wouldn't, would you?|- I'm still flying.

Wonder what happened to her.

Who?

I don't know for sure.|I heard she married another flier.

Is there anything else|you'd like to know about me?

Would you like to go over|to my room?

Got the letters from home.|Pictures of my father and mother.

Pictures of me the first time|I went up in the air.

Pictures of my first crash.

Any pictures|when you were a baby?

I don't remember.|Want to go and look?

Sure.

Bonnie.

Keep going. Follow your nose.|It'll take you to the boat.

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