Only Angels Have Wings Page #6

Still at it,|aren't you, Geoff?

What?

Oh, you mean...

No, no. She's stopping over|between boats.

- At your invitation?|- My invitation? I wouldn't ask any...

Any woman to do anything.

I've heard that before.

You can't keep that up forever.

You'll meet someone sometime|you'll have to ask.

I haven't so far.

Cut it out! Cut it out!

You all right?

Yeah, sure.

- Take him in there.|- Come on, Kid.

- You'll do.|- Thanks.

Why don't you two pick on somebody|you can handle?

- I think it's busted.|- Yeah?

Try to move your fingers.

Not a wiggle.

That's fine. What started this?

The Kid came in,|had a couple of drinks.

Gent and I got to squawking|about working with this fellow Bat.

- One thing led to another...|- Gonna quit?

- That was the main idea.|- Next thing, I wound up on the floor.

- That guy acted like he was crazy.|- You'd be crazy, too.

- Why?|- I had to ground him.

He's through flying.

- Oh.|- His eyes?

That's tough.

No wonder he went nuts.

- You better take that to the hospital.|- Just a minute. I want to talk to Kid.

Me, too.

Mr. Peters?

What did you say|about working with my husband?

- I didn't say anything, did I?|- Why should you?

I guess you misunderstood, lady.

Look, Kid.

We didn't know anything about...|Geoff just told us the bad news.

Yeah? Still figure on quitting?

I guess if you can stand that guy,|we've got no right to kick.

Okay, forget it.

I just didn't pick out|a good place to land.

I'm sorry about that other thing.

What about me? I didn't get this|by walking into a door.

Kiss it and make it well.

It's better already.

Les, get that arm|down to the hospital right away.

Well, you're another guy short.

That's how it goes.

I certainly am a great help to you.

We'll get along all right.|Maybe I could teach Dutchy to fly.

Who, me? No, no.|I don't want to.

Who's running this airline?

Geoff, please.|Include me out.

It's not a bad idea.

Geoff, I don't want to fly.

Cheer up.

Hartword said to give you this check.|If it's not satisfactory, let him know.

Wait a minute.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

- What about my passage money?|- You don't need it. You got the job.

Maybe I oughta pat you on the back.

You don't have to.|Just do what I tell you to do.

You mean, anything that's a little|too tough for somebody else?

Yeah. Yeah, that's about it.

Look, I'm knee-deep in friends|around here...

but you're one guy I can send out|in any kind of weather, on any job...

and only worry about|the ship getting back.

On those terms,|you still want the job?

- I don't know any other way I'd want it.|- Good.

Go out and look around the field.|Get acquainted.

Anything you want to know,|ask Mike.

And if he won't talk to you,|tell him it's orders.

Yes, sir.

Dutch, come and get it.

Now you can get that ship|out of hock.

I'm afraid we need more than...

- Isn't that too much?|- Not for that kind of flying.

Geoff, I don't know.

If you want to thank somebody,|thank him.

One way you can do that|is to get him a decent room.

- I haven't got a thing.|- What about the one on the balcony?

Miss Lee is in that.

- Right next to me?|- I thought you...

- Stop thinking. Get her out of there!|- If you want.

- I do. But get the ship first.|- Yes.

- Get it here as fast as you can.|- Sure.

- Hello.|- Hello, Bonnie. How you doing?

Oh, not bad...

after spending the night in that|mouse auditorium I'm sleeping in.

Just about enough room for me|and a flint gun.

- I thought we'd fixed you up good.|- You did.

Mr. Carter had other ideas.

Well, you warned me.

Say, isn't that girl the one|he used to be in love with?

When it rains, every third drop|falls on one of them.

I can believe that all right.|They come right out of the woodwork.

More power to him.

Oh, sure.

You don't think I care anything|about that, do you?

Well, I don't. See?

I'd like to tell him|what I think of him, that's all.

All you have to do|is raise your voice a little.

- Is that him?|- The old master himself.

What's he doing?

Testing a smashed-up plane that Mike|stuck together with a little glue.

Or did you use baling wire this time?

Don't worry.|Those wings will stay on.

We'll soon find out.

He's not trying to do that.

- I can't see. What's happened?|- She's out of control.

- He's out of it.|- There's your chance. Get out of her.

Jump. What's he doing?

- He's going to try to land.|- He can't make it.

Get set for the crash, Mike!

- Why doesn't he jump?|- Why should he? He's made of rubber.

- He wants to see how high he can bounce.|- Shut up!

I'm getting too old for...

What's the matter?

I don't know.

L...

- Can I come in?|- Sure.

Here.

This is good for the stomach.

It won't help|for what ails you.

You didn't tell him|what a baby I was?

No, I skipped that one.

You won't tell him, will you?

After that sample, have you still got|your chin stuck out for more?

I know I'm a fool,|but I can't do anything about it.

- He won't quit flying, Bonnie.|- I wouldn't ask him to.

You don't believe that, do you?

You'll have a hard time|making him believe it.

Think you can take that sort of thing|day after day?

You love him, don't you?

Yes, I guess I do.

Why can't I love him|the way you do?

Why couldn't I sneer|when he tries to kill himself...

feel proud when he doesn't?

Why couldn't I be there to meet him|when he gets back? Why couldn't l...

What do you do when he doesn't come back|when you expect him to?

I go nuts.

Gee whiz, you're a great help.

- That's fine.|- What's up?

They report a low formed over the ocean.|It's going to bring that storm here.

- When do they expect it?|- We might get the first tonight.

- How big?|- Don't know. I'll get more dope later.

Fine time for dirty weather.|Poor Dutchy.

No use moaning about that.|Help Mike and Pancho with that new ship.

- What good is that if the storm hits?|- Tell them to stay with it all night.

Someday I'll get a straight answer,|and I won't know what to do with it.

Geoff, wait a minute.

- What?|- They're loading #8 with nitroglycerin.

You're taking it to the oil fields.|Baldy, anything you've got.

- We shouldn't fly that with the mail.|- I know.

Nothing in my contract says|I'll fly nitroglycerin.

- You get a buck and a half to do it.|- Not me.

- What?|- Listen, I saw a guy blow a tire once.

I was down the other end of the field,|and it broke a bottle in my pocket.

Where's your map?

- I don't like that stuff.|- Who does?

- I'll do anything else.|- I know.

Here you are, MacPherson.

Once you're through the pass,|the oil fields are 200 miles north.

Give me a match, Dutch.

You weren't kidding me the other day,|were you?

- Dutch, figure out Gent's time.|- What?

- You're through.|- What's the matter with you?

- You can't blame that boy.|- I'm not blaming him. He's fired.

- Sorry, Gent.|- No, I don't like that. The way...

How about clearing the field|before MacPherson takes off?

Nitro.

My goodness, yes!|You said it.

I didn't think of that at all.

- How's this stuff packed?|- All in rubber.

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