Only Angels Have Wings Page #5

It's none of my business,|but I don't know why you stopped him.

You're right.|It's none of your business.

Judy, I want you|to meet these people.

Gentlemen, this is Mrs. MacPherson.

- Mr...|- My name is Shelton.

This is Les Peters,|and this is Mr. Vanrider, our boss.

Mr. Vanrider met us|at the boat.

And Geoff Carter.

Mrs. MacPherson.

Mr. Carter.

I'm sorry, Bat, but I forgot|to ask you for the trunk keys.

Yes, you did.

- I'm afraid I interrupted something.|- Not at all.

There you are.|I'll see you in a few minutes.

I'm glad to have met everyone.

No, she doesn't know about me.

Come on.

- You're not gonna put this guy to work.|- That, too, is none of your business.

- Who's running this airline?|- You are.

- That's what I mean.|- You don't seem to remember that.

- Did you get old man Hartword yet?|- No, the line's still busy.

- You do some queer things, Kilgallen.|- MacPherson's the name.

That's what I'm saying. Why didn't|you tell her what you've done?

Let's get this over with.|When does the next boat leave?

Have you got enough dough|for your passages?

That's fine.

- I wonder if I could.|- What?

- Cram you down their throats.|- That bunch in there?

Yeah.

I wouldn't mind choking a few of 'em.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Hartword,|I've been trying to get you.

I've got to get my boy out of here,|or bring a doctor in.

I'd like to help you, but I can't|take a chance on losing a plane.

The Dutchman's hard up. You get a doctor|here, you can write your own ticket.

I'll take responsibility|for the plane.

Yeah? Wait a minute.|Fella?

- Want a chance?|- What do you think?

I'm not promising you a job,|but you'll make your passage home.

- That's all right with me.|- You got a deal.

Right away. Put up some smoke|so we can tell about the wind.

Sure. Good-bye.

Sparks, get the doctor. You're taking|a doctor to a boy who's hurt.

It's a bad place to get into,|worse to get out.

- Have you got a map?|- I'll get you one. Here we are.

- Here he is.|- Hello, Doc.

Tell the doctor this is no cinch.|He doesn't have to go.

Here we are, and here's the mine.|It's situated on a small plateau...

Sure, Doc.

Sure.

- That's right.|- I go!

- He's evidently going.|- You hurt his feelings.

Why?

He was quoting Shakespeare|from Henry IV, I think.

He said, "A man can die but once.|We owe God a debt.

If we pay it today,|we don't owe it tomorrow."

He's no fool.

Get going. They'll be waiting for you|after you say good-bye to your wife.

- How do you get over this stuff?|- Where?

There's a pass there, 14,000 feet.|See it?

Right.

When you land, come in short or you'll|run out of ground. There's a big drop.

- Thanks.|- Okay. For what?

I'll get things ready for him.

- Tell the Kid I want to see him.|- All right.

Hello, Kid.|Put down those shades, will ya?

Hey, what about|this guy Kilgallen, MacPherson?

Come over here.

- Not putting him to work, are you?|- We'll talk about that later.

Sit down.

- Giving me an eye test?|- Yeah. Read that fourth line.

- You're not worried about my eyes?|- I have been for some time.

- Because I didn't know him right off?|- Quit stalling. Go ahead.

L-P-E-D.

That's very good.|Stay there.

I got a new one for you.

Fourth line on this.

P-T-E-O.

Try the fifth.

F-Z-B-D-E.

Now read it backwards.

E-D-B-Z-F.

- That's better than I can do.|- What about this guy...

Wait, you're not through.

Take a shot at this.

- Where'd you get that?|- Mike made it.

Here you are.

Line them up.

They're together now.

Yeah.

How'd I do?

Not bad.

What about Kilgallen?

He's not staying here, is he?

- Why not?|- Why not?

I thought you'd be the last guy|to ask me that. He's no good.

Take it easy, Kid.

Think he's any worse than a guy|who'd double-cross his best friend?

I don't care about myself.|Anything you do is all right with me.

But if the Dutchman loses|another plane, he's cooked.

Cooked? I thought|he was rolling in dough.

Why do you think the new trimotor|is still at the dock?

I did wonder about that.

Look, Kid, here it is.|Dutchy made an agreement.

He'd get a long contract|and a subsidy.

You know what that would mean?|Plenty of money around here.

No more secondhand junk to fly,|no more pass to monkey with.

These new jobs can get over the top|of those peaks in any kind of weather.

That would be nice.

- When did the schedules start?|- Six months ago.

- Then you're...|- Only one more week.

Or until the northbound boat arrives.

That's why you've|been forcing things, huh?

Why didn't you tell a fella?

- Dutchy.|- Dutchy? How?

He was afraid if you guys knew|the spot he was in...

you'd take unnecessary chances.

What a guy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You were right about my eyes.

I couldn't read those cards.

I learned it by heart.

What about the new one?

Dutchy told me where you hid it.

The old fool.|Double-crossing himself.

He wasn't thinking about that.

He was thinking how you'd feel|grounding me.

You're through flying, Kid.

After 22 years.

Well, I guess that's long enough|for anybody.

You're gonna need that Kilgallen,|aren't you?

I might.

Well, if you do...

you can forget|how I feel about him.

Thanks.

Kid?

There's a lot of things you can do|around here to help me.

Sure, I know.

I can help Mike.

I can...

Sure.

Calling MacPherson.

Go ahead.

Radio check.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Okay. Report when you get there.

Fasten your belt.

Your belt.

Calling Barranca.

- Calling Barranca.|- Go ahead.

MacPherson speaking.|We got down all right.

The doctor says we got to get|this fellow to the hospital right away.

They're loading him in now.|His father's coming along, too.

Can you get out of there|with that extra weight?

I got a little help from the wind.

I'll go off the ledge, and use|the canyon to pick up flying speed.

Let me know if you make it.

Brace yourselves and hang on to him.|This will be quite a drop.

- Calling Barranca.|- Go ahead.

MacPherson speaking. We got out|all right, all in one piece.

What'd you want me to do,|pat you on the back?

Signing off.

Come in.

Busy?

It seems very natural.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

- Like my hair this way?|- I thought it was different.

I could hardly believe my eyes.|I had no idea...

It's a small world.

- Hello, Geoff.|- Hello, Judy.

I'm not so sure|we should've done that.

Same old goo.|You haven't changed a bit.

Were you surprised|to find me married?

No, somebody wrote me|something about it.

I thought you'd had enough|of fliers.

So did I.

You getting along all right?

I'm very happy.

Did you tell him about us?

He never asked me.

Judy, I wish you luck.|If there's anything I can do for you...

While you're in the mood, would you|do something about our room?

What's the matter with it?

Remember the one I had|at Catalina?

It's even smaller than that,|and no bath.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Mrs. MacPherson, Miss Lee.

Miss Lee has to know everything. She'd|probably like to ask you some questions.

I would not!

Never mind!

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