Only Angels Have Wings Page #8

- We'll try to go over the top.|- That doesn't sound good to me.

I almost forgot.|I need another generator belt.

- What happened?|- Napoleon ate a piece out of the spare.

What's he doing in there?

I brought him in|to keep him from blowing away.

- Rig up something yourself.|- With what?

Don't ask me.|Take a piece out of Napoleon's hide.

Okay, I'll find something.

- All set out there?|- All ready.

Can't do any more. Took out|all the seats, stripped it clean.

- Fine.|- Yeah, I got 400 pounds.

You know, that's more than twice|what I weigh.

Oh, yeah.

I don't suppose|there's anything else you can do.

- Now, look here, Geoff.|- I heard you the first time.

- You're not going. Forget it.|- Why not?

I'll toss you a coin for it.|Heads, I go.

Everybody off.

Wait. Go away.

- Why are you so anxious about this?|- I'm not anxious.

How do you like that?|Heads on both sides.

Really? No kidding?

- That's right, it is.|- "That's right, it is."

No wonder I'll be buying you drinks|all year.

I wanna go with you, Pop.|Please.

- Okay, if you feel that way about it.|- Gimme, gimme.

Put another bottle of oxygen|in the ship.

I already did.

- I'll take a cup of that, Charlie.|- Yes, sir.

- Who went down to meet the boat?|- Why ask me?

What have I got to do with it? You are|running this airline, aren't you?

- MacPherson's gone to pick up the mail.|- Good.

For your information,|I want to ask you a question.

Don't you think you're crazy|to fly in that kind of weather?

- Get the lights ready on the field.|- I told you so many times I don't...

Whatever you do, don't think|you have to do it for me.

I know what it means,|but I'd rather be broke.

I don't care whether we get|that contract or not. Understand?

Don't strain yourself, Dutch. Here.

What's the use?

Hello, Bonnie.

What's this?

I started that lunch wagon|we were talking about.

Be careful of the coffee.|It was hot when I put it in...

so don't burn yourself again.

Thanks, Bonnie.

Have a nice trip, Geoff.

See you next week, 2:00.

Yeah.

- Where're you going?|- To the room.

What for?

My boat's in.|I've got to finish packing.

Oh, yeah.

Isn't that the outfit|you came ashore in?

How'd you remember that?

Got a match?

Don't you think it's about time|you started carrying some?

I'm sorry.|I'm sorry to be so silly.

I wanted to do this|just the way you do.

I was all right until you asked|for that match, wasn't I?

- You sure were.|- Just remember it up till then.

Look, Bonnie, are you sorry|about anything?

- Are you?|- No.

I'm not.

So long, Bonnie.

Geoff, I can't let you go.

This has got to stop.

No, I can't.

Come on.

I won't let you go.

You're not going to go.|You're going to stay right here.

I won't let you kill yourself.

You're going to do it|to keep me from doing it?

You're just like all the rest.

No, I'm not!

- What have I done?|- Go away, Bonnie!

- Darling, I didn't mean to.|- I know. It's my own fault.

- What's going on?|- He's shot.

- Where's the first aid kit?|- Over in the corner. Does this hurt?

Did you send for the doctor?|Get him right away.

- Who did this?|- I did.

- How'd it happen?|- I didn't want him to go.

- Well, he's not likely to now.|- That sure looks bad.

What is this, a sideshow?|Clear out of here. Go on.

Don't get excited.|Get me a drink, will ya?

Put some water on the stove.|Hold that, Sparks.

It didn't come through.|It's still in there.

- Here you are, Geoff.|- Thanks. What do you say, Kid?

It's all right, but you're not|gonna do much flying with it.

- You're crazy.|- Am I? Try to move it.

- You've joined the rest of us cripples.|- Soon there'll be none of us left.

Perfect.

You don't think I can fly her alone,|do you?

You're not good enough alone.

I'm a lot better than anyone|you've got left.

- How you gonna get through that stuff?|- Over the top in the new trimotor.

- Will she go that high?|- I don't know.

I'll see that you find out.

Kid was going with me.

- You think I might get lost, don't you?|- I'll see that you don't.

You don't have to go.|It's not that kind of job.

That's fair enough.

There's the mail. I'll see you|on the field in five minutes.

I'll be waiting for you.

There's a parachute, if you want it.

It's okay.

All clear.

He'd rather take that out|at the hospital.

- Tell him to probe for it here.|- Calling Barranca.

Calling Barranca.

All right. Go ahead.

Thirty-five hundred.

Still on instruments.

Calling Barranca.

Eight thousand.

On top first layer.

Calling Barranca.

Fourteen thousand.

Picking up a little ice.|Free to climb three-twenty.

Barranca. Calling Barranca.

Fifteen thousand, six hundred.

Fair sailing.

Okay, Papa. Never saw one of these yet|could go through the side of a mountain.

There she goes!

What have we got under us?

You're safe till 6,000.

I'll wait till the air's heavier.

- You want me to try it again?|- No use.

She's not good enough|by more than a thousand feet.

Calling Barranca.

- Calling Barranca.|- Go ahead.

Tell Geoff we couldn't make it.|Gof to 16,000 and the bottom fell out.

- Tell them to come back.|- Heard you. Not coming back.

Going through fhe pass.

Don't be a fool.|Tex says it's closed in tight.

I've been flying in a blind|for two months.

Won't do any harm|to do it once more.

- Come back. Those are orders. Hear?|- No dice.

Signing off.

- Tell Tex to watch for 'em.|- Calling Lookout.

- Go ahead.|- Watch for #4. They'll try the pass.

They can't make it.|It's closed in thicker than glue.

All clear below.

Get in one of those chutes and jump.

Is there any reason I can't go, too?

You don't have to.

Which way is the pass from here?

Ten degrees north...

three thousand up.

I can hear 'em.|They're starting through.

They're in the pass now.

Kid, answer.

- Calling Barranca.|- Go ahead.

They just went by, feeling their way.|I tried to falk fo them, but no answer.

Keep trying.

Kid! Kid!

- Yeah?|- Get out quick and jump!

Something broken. Can't move.

Jump yourself.

Not this time.

Oh, you fool!

Geoff, #4's on fire.|Left outboard and nose motor.

I don't think they can make it.

Plug in that outside set.|Give me a coat!

Turn on the lights to the field.

Calling #4.

- Calling #4.|- Look, there they are!

She's coming down!

#4, jump! Bail out!

- Get the mail!|- All right. Grab this mail.

Take it easy. He's hurt bad.

Come on.

Okay, Doc, that's fine.

Cut it out. Come on.

Tell this guy to stop fussing with me.|I'm all right.

Let him alone, Doc.

Cigarette, Papa?

Sure. Here.

How's the other guy?

Hands burned,|and one side of his face.

He's all right, Geoff.

Could've jumped but he didn't.

Just sat right there. Took it|like it was an ice cream soda.

- Buy him a drink for me, will ya?|- Sure, I will.

Hadn't been for those birds,|we'd have made it.

Sure you would.

I'd make a windshield at an angle,|and they'd bounce off.

Not a bad idea.

Make you a present of the profit.

When I get on my feet,|we'll work it out.

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