Only Angels Have Wings Page #7

Here's a trap door|if you want to get rid of it.

Thanks.

None of that stuff for me.

- Watch it for a minute, will you?|- Sure.

- Hello, Judy.|- I'd like to talk to you.

- What's on your mind?|- Bat. He's carrying nitroglycerin.

- Don't worry about it. He's good.|- I know, but it's dangerous.

Not while he's in the air it isn't.|Run along. Let Bat do the worrying.

Don't be like that with me.

Why does he always get things|like this to do? Please, Geoff!

I told you I was happy, but I lied.|Why don't people want to work with him?

What's he done that makes people act|the way they do?

- Why ask me?|- You're the only one I can.

Please! I've got to know.

- Can't you see what...|- Calling Barranca.

- Calling Barranca.|- Go ahead.

Wind's coming up. Doesn't look good.|It's closing in fast.

Yeah? Have you seen MacPherson yet?

Went by a couple minutes ago.

All right. Calling MacPherson!

- You'd better run along.|- No, I'm staying.

Calling MacPherson.

- Is your weather good or bad?|- There's a chance to get through.

I didn't ask that.|Is it good or bad?

- Bad.|- Turn around and come back.

When you're in the clear,|dump that nitro.

I can get this down all right.

You heard me. I said dump it! And|watch yourself while you're doing it.

There's a flock of birds in the pass.

Look like condors. Why not have him|drop that soup on them?

- Not a bad idea. You hear, MacPherson?|- Yeah.

Tex will line you up.

- Feeling better, Judy?|- Thanks, Geoff.

Now will you tell me|what he's done?

No, you'll have to ask him.

You think that'll be easy to do?

Keep on the left, and start dropping|after you pass that second peak.

That oughta move 'em!|Drop the rest before you get back.

Too bad I couldn't get through.|I left the mail on the ship.

Stand by. You're taking it up again|as soon as Tex clears you.

Calling Lookout.

Go ahead.

MacPherson speaking.

An hour out of Las Cruces.|Clear ahead.

- Clear here.|- Signing off.

Calling Barranca.

- Go ahead.|- MacPherson coming back.

- An hour out of Las Cruces.|- Okay, Tex.

When he gets back, only one more trip|and you've got your contract.

Yeah, only one more trip.

If this rain keeps up,|we're gonna need pontoons.

- Anything else?|- Yeah.

Get those motors ready.|I want to run a test on 'em.

Hello.

- What are you doing here?|- Just looking for a corkscrew.

Don't you think|you'd better get some sleep?

Seems like an excellent suggestion.

Look what I won on the punchboard.|We'll make a nightcap out of it...

as soon as I can find a corkscrew.

Lock the doors.|Judy's lost her equilibrium.

Yeah. You're apt to lose something else|if you put that stuff on top of it.

I don't care.|I'm getting used to losing things.

Did you ask him?

That why you're celebrating?

He wouldn't tell me.|Said it had nothing to do with us.

It's seems that that's that.

It's all over.

You're going to let him go it|all by himself, huh?

Did you ever hear the word "trust"?

I did once, but I forgot it.

I don't blame him|for not telling you.

Maybe he wanted to find out|what he'd got.

You're no good, and you never were.|Give me that thing.

Give me that|before you cut your hand.

I used to wonder if I was right|when we broke up.

I don't have to worry|about it anymore.

What did I do?

You don't know what|I'm talking about, do you?

You've got some listening to do, and I'm|gonna make sure you hear every word.

It'll do you good.

What do you care what he did?|Why do you have to know all about it?

Come here. Wipe your eyes.

If it's so bad he can't tell you,|how do you think he feels?

Why don't you think|of his side of it?

You're just like all the rest.|You don't know what it means to stick.

Blow your nose.|You're all right.

Go to bed.

Hey, you! Don't come in!

- What are you doing here?|- Taking a bath.

I know that.|You've got a nerve!

- You can't take a bath in a wash basin.|- Why pick my room?

It's the only clean one I could find.|I'll be out in a minute.

- Hurry it up, will ya?|- I'm hurrying.

- What's all this?|- What?

- All this cooking!|- That's coffee.

Don't touch it. It's hot.|You'll burn yourself.

- I told you. Let me see.|- Go away. Go away.

- That is a burn. Put butter on it.|- I don't want butter on it!

- My grandmother always used butter.|- I don't care. It's still boiling.

- What's this all about?|- I wanted a nice cup of coffee.

It's cold and rainy outside,|and nice and warm and cozy in here.

- Wouldn't you like to have one?|- No, I wouldn't. Get out of here.

- Take this thing with you.|- Oh, don't...

- I thought you never did that.|- Did what?

Got burned twice in the same place.

Geoff, I want...

- Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go.|- It's all right.

- Maybe I'd better go.|- No, please don't.

I didn't intend to.

You don't understand.|I wanted to thank Geoff for something.

There's no reason for you|not to know.

You were right. I'm no good.

I was only thinking of myself,|not how to help him.

I'm glad you didn't tell me what|he's done. I don't ever want to know.

- I just want another chance.|- Why don't you tell him that?

- I will. When will he be back?|- Two or three hours.

That's a long time.

If it's too long, tell Sparks I said|you could talk to him on the radio.

Thanks.

I knew you ran everything here...

but I didn't know you had|a matrimonial agency on the side.

Just goes to show you|how wrong you can be.

Where do you keep those pictures?

What pictures?

Those pictures of you|when you were a baby.

We're right back|where we started.

That was a million years ago.|I know you better now.

- What's the matter with your foot?|- I slipped on the porch.

- Don't walk around on it.|- There's nothing the matter with it.

- Let me put you down.|- It's not sprained.

I just lost the heel|off my slipper, that's all.

Why didn't you say so?

Don't I have the darndest luck,|losing one heel right after another?

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

Geoff, you don't have to be|afraid of me anymore.

I'm not trying to tie you down.

I don't want to plan or look ahead.

I don't want you to change anything.

I love you, Geoff.|There's nothing I can do about it.

I just love you.

I feel the way about you that Kid does.|Anything you do is all right with me.

The Kid?

He doesn't ask you for anything, or|get in your way or bother you, does he?

Drives me nuts.

Hey, Geoff!

Oh, sure. Come in.

Sorry.

Sure, come in. We might as well be|in Grand Central Station.

I could've made a fortune|with a hot dog stand right here.

I'm sorry. The boys are ready|to test those motors.

Oh, all right.

Will you have yours with mustard?|Or perhaps mustard and no hot dog.

This has got to be done, Bonnie.

Here you are. See if you can find it.|It's somewhere in that box.

- What?|- That picture we were talking about.

And keep the coffee warm, will ya?

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

- Boat's in.|- Thanks. I heard it.

Calling Lookout.

Calling Lookout.

- Go ahead.|- Stand by. The boat's here.

- #4 taking off when the mail comes.|- You can't get through this stuff.

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