Only Angels Have Wings Page #4

I've got to stick around here.

So that's where we were going.

Take care of yourself.|What?

Tex just called from the Lookout.|He says the pass is clearing.

- Did you wake Les up?|- No, because...

Tex says it's nobody's picnic.

All right. Wind up #7.|Put some coffee in it.

I already did.

So long, Bonnie.|Have a nice trip.

Wait a minute.|You're going up yourself?

- Sure.|- When will you be back?

Takes three hours each way. Won't|be back till after your boat sails.

I'll look you up in New York.

- What?|- What?

- You'll look me up in New York?|- Sure.

I'll see you there.|What did you say?

When are you coming?

Next week, 2:
00.

I like that saying good-bye.|Let's try again, huh?

So long.

Things happen awful fast|around here.

Is it going to be dangerous?

What do you want to do,|put a net under him?

Well, lady, you're really|better off this way.

Sure, I guess...

Look, I hardly know the man!

Sure. But you'll get over it.

Good-bye, Miss Lee.|I gotta keep tabs on him.

Bye.

Calling Lookout.

Hello, Kid.|Did Geoff get down all right?

Sure. He's all right.

That's good. I couldn'f see him|when he passed here.

Signing off.

That was a pretty quick trip|you made.

I still say it was|a pretty quick trip.

- Shut up.|- It wasn't slow.

Morning, Charlie.|How 'bout a hot cup of...

- What are you doing here?|- Having my breakfast.

Is your boat still here?

Has it sailed?|How'd you get left behind?

I just...

- Go on.|- I just told the man.

Told him what?

Put my trunk on the dock.

- Why?|- Well...

I couldn't stay over without having|anything to wear. Could I?

What's so strange about that?

- Doesn't it seem strange to you?|- What?

Getting off that boat.|Doesn't it?

I don't know.

The girl that got off that boat's|the perfect stranger to me.

I don't know.

I don't know whether this is me|or another fella.

By all rights, Bonnie Lee oughta be|asleep on that boat far out to sea.

She's not so far out to sea|as you think.

- Who?|- The boat.

Kid, put some more gas in #7.

Have Santa Maria hold the boat|until we get there.

Where's your luggage?|Where is it?

- Over there.|- Good.

What are you waiting for, Kid?

- Boat doesn't stop at Santa Maria.|- Why not?

- They have no bananas.|- "They have no bananas"?

Yes, they have no bananas.

Oh, shut up.

Don't worry, mister. You don't have|to bother about me. I'm cured.

- There's a first time for everything.|- What do you mean?

I've never quite made such a chump|out of myself. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry l...

- No, I'm not either. I'm glad.|- You're not making sense.

You're telling me.

If I'd taken that boat,|I'd have gone remembering a swell guy.

Someone who lived up to a screwy ideal|that l... I don't know.

I wouldn't ask any woman...

You wouldn't ask any woman|to do anything.

That's right.|There's something else I wouldn't do.

What?

Get burned twice in the same place.

- There's another boat leaving next week.|- I'll be on it.

Good. I'm gonna get some sleep.

Well, if you're gonna be here, we've got|to find someplace for you to park.

Yeah. I guess so.

Can I have a nice room with a bath?

I'll see what I can do.

You know,|I always did like a bath...

better than a shower.

Morning, Doc.

What are you doing here?

What are you...

Yeah. Thanks, Doc, thanks.

What's he saying?

He's waiting for a call|from a San Felipe mine.

Hartword's son's had an accident.

- How bad?|- We're waiting to find out.

Can't take a chance of putting|a plane there.

It's worse than getting a piano|over a transom.

Come on in.

- Who's gonna meet the southbound boat?|- Why don't you send Les?

Better go yourself.|You've got that new flier coming in.

- What's his name?|- Mac something. What is it, Sparks?

- MacPherson.|- What is it?

What's the difference|as long as he can fly?

Can't afford to be fussy down here.

- Go on. Go and meet the flier.|- All right.

- Tell Charlie to get me some breakfast.|- Yes, sir.

Sparks, try Hartword again, will you?

Here's the mail.

And his name is MacPherson.

- How'd you find that out?|- He told me.

- Where is he?|- Putting his things in his room.

- I'll be out in a minute.|- All right.

- Don't strain yourself.|- Yes, sir.

- Your room all right, Mr. MacPherson?|- It'll do.

Let's get you acquainted around here.

Boys, this is Mr. MacPherson,|our new flier.

- Welcome to our fair city.|- Les Peters.

- This is Gent Shelton.|- How do you do?

Mike, this is Mr. MacPherson.|Our head mechanic.

- How are ya?|- How are ya?

- Too early to buy a drink?|- I guess not. Let's sit down.

- Where are you from?|- Mexico City.

- What kind of stuff they using there?|- The same old...

Well, well, look who's here!

Felicia! Elena!|I didn't know you came in that boat.

Mac, you'll have to buy more drinks.

This is Elena Silva|and Felicia Torres.

Mr. MacPherson, this is Mike.

- Get a good sleep?|- No!

- Geoff, Mr. MacPherson is here.|- Glad to see you.

Excuse me. Hello!

- How are you, Lola?|- Not Lola. Felicia.

That's right.|Felicia, how's Panama?

Geoff, it was Puerto Rico.

- Is that where it was?|- Yes.

I can't remember names.|I'm better at faces.

Your name's not MacPherson.|It's Kilgallen.

You're not so bad on names after all.

You heard him.

- Bat Kilgallen.|- That's right.

What about it? He's not the first guy|to come here under a different name.

No, but he's the first pilot|who bailed out of his plane...

and let his mechanic crash.

Habit of yours, being right,|isn't it?

- Look...|- Cut it out, Les.

Hey, did you know the Kid|was working down here?

- What?|- He is.

I don't think there's anything funny|about that.

You're right, there isn't.

But I had to come a long way|to find it out.

- Of all the cast-iron crust.|- Don't flatter me.

What's the Kid got to do with it?

Nothing, except it was the Kid's|younger brother that was killed...

when this guy took|to his parachute.

- I've had enough of this.|- Me, too.

Elena, we're gonna move.

Coming, Geoff?

- No, this is good enough for me.|- Not so particular, huh?

I don't think even you|can spoil good liquor.

Thanks. I'm not used|to these small favors.

I'm sorry I said it. I'm not used|to being around people like you.

Here it goes.|That's the Kid coming in now.

Quiet, Dutch.|You better make yourself scarce.

For your information,|the Kid carries a gun.

- Aren't you getting careful of me?|- I'm not worrying about you.

It'll be inconvenient for me|if they slap the Kid in the hoosegow.

I have to meet him sooner or later.

Maybe you're right.|Well, it's your funeral.

All passengers aboard the boat.

I remember.|It was Puerto Rico.

So long.

Whew! It's hot on the ground.|Give me some cold water.

Who's got a match?

What's the matter?

It's like walking in a graveyard.

Hello! You the new guy?|Welcome to our city.

My name's...

Hello, Kilgallen.

Long time, no see.

That's right.

I thought there was some...

Look, you...

I'm all right.

Two years ago,|I'd have broke your...

Keep out of my sight.|I may still do it.

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