The Gypsy Moths Page #3

Right.

What do you think, Mike?

I think definitely.

One of these days you'll be wrong,

and I hope I'm there to see it.

I was wrong once.

About 1953, I think, wasn't it?

What do you make of these people, Mike?

- What people?

- The Brandons.

I don't know.

What should I make of them?

Kind of peculiar, don't you think?

No offense, kid.

It's nothing to me...

... they're as much strangers to me

as they are to you.

I must say,

the three of you don't act like a family.

I'll tell you one thing:

She is one good-looking woman.

Class.

It was so quiet,

I wondered where you were.

I'm here.

Sit down and take a load off.

Hey.

You going to come out tomorrow

and watch us jump?

Jump what?

Here.

Be our guest.

Oh, you're them!

Yeah, we're them.

Where is your airplane?

It's parked outside. Here, bring a friend.

- My boyfriend, maybe?

- Think he can get along with Mike?

Well, if he didn't' I could.

No.

- He's married and got seven kids.

- Yeah, sure. I'll bet.

What is your name?

Mary.

You're kidding?

No. And if you say anything

about my being contrary...

... or how my garden grows, I scream.

I love her, I really do. Will you marry me?

- Tuesday. I'm tied up till then.

- Okay.

- See you later.

- Where are you going?

For a walk.

I'm taking off too.

That music is giving me a headache.

You leaving old Browdy

to his own devices?

Tomorrow is Sunday.

You think you'll be able to find a church?

Get lost, will you?

Smell it?

Look, if it rains, we don't jump.

That's simple enough, isn't it?

It's simple enough.

- You want some company?

- No.

You don't mind, do you, kid?

Rettig?

Maybe you'll forget

the cape stunt tomorrow.

Might not be a bad day for it, if the air

is damp, heavier. A slower descent.

By what, a couple of seconds?

What does that matter?

You can only stay up so long.

Then you have to come down, right?

That's right.

Sometimes I think you hate to come back

to the ground.

Beautiful night. A little cooler.

You're all back early.

No, I'm alone.

We're a little out of place here, aren't we?

Browdy and I, anyway.

Why, of course not.

We're delighted to have you.

You don't have to do that.

Do what?

Be polite and gracious. It's not necessary.

You're very direct, aren't you?

Not very subtle, you mean.

No, I didn't say that.

I think you are subtle,

but in a direct sort of way.

You want a drink or something?

Are you married?

No.

Were you ever?

Yes.

What about Malcolm?

What do you mean?

He means a lot to you, doesn't he?

He might have been ours.

We might have raised him

after his mother and father were killed.

But you didn't.

John didn't want him.

Did you?

Yes, I wanted him.

Malcolm's mother was my sister.

I was in love with Walt, Malcolm's father.

It was sort of taken for granted

that we would be married.

I don't know,

I guess I wasn't very observant.

One day, Walt and Eleanor disappeared.

When they came back a few days later,

they were married.

And after a while...

... after what might be called

a suitable period of mourning...

... I married John.

Then it was all right for a long time.

I mean, we liked each other. We really did.

And then there was the accident.

Malcolm was left with no one and...

... John didn't want him.

I couldn't blame him for that.

He knew I wanted Malcolm

because he was Walt's child.

It was his right not to want him

for the same reason.

Why do you stay married to him?

Why not?

I imagine you're the sort of man

who always manages to find the best...

... and rightest reasons

for everything you do.

Do you think that's possible for everyone?

I'm always hopeful.

Come in.

What are you doing?

I have a rip in this.

It's part of my costume.

Browdy likes for us to look neat.

Would you like for me to do it for you?

No thanks. I sew pretty good.

No luck tonight?

With what?

Usually there are a lot of unattached girls

at the Paradise.

I guess I hit an off night.

How was your date?

Okay.

Sit down.

Taxi! Come here.

Is everything all right, fellow?

I'm new around town here, Officer.

I just remembered

my car is down the street.

I once jumped out of this window.

You what?

As a kid, I wondered what it would be like

to jump from this high up.

I think I had it in the back of my mind

that I could fly.

Look all right?

Yeah, that's pretty good.

Good night.

Good night.

Thanks.

Tell you what I'm going to do

one of these days:

One of these days, I'm cutting out.

I'm going to go out to Hollywood.

I'm going to get me a job as a stuntman.

They make good dough.

I know that for a fact.

You asleep?

Hey, you asleep?

I'm not going to do this forever.

I have plans.

"Lord, I am not worthy...

... to have you come under my roof.

Speak but the word,

and my soul shall be healed."

"Lord, I am not worthy...

... to have you come under my roof.

Speak but the word,

and my soul shall be healed."

He knows, doesn't he?

Does it happen often?

Not often, but it happens.

Are you surprised?

Tomorrow, when we leave here...

... I want you to come with me.

- Come with you?

- Yes.

Do you always offer more

than you're asked for?

Only to those who ask so much less

than they want.

But if it was what I want'

do you think I could accept it?

There's always another choice.

Don't you see that?

Not for everyone.

For everyone!

How do you come to have

this wonderful freedom of choice?

- You take it.

- From whom?

From anyone who says

it isn't yours to take it.

I envy you.

Don't envy me. Join me.

- Leave me alone!

- Do it!

The merciful stranger come to save me

from the terrible boredom...

... and lovelessness of my life.

Is that what you think you are?

I'm only offering you a way out.

I don't want a way out!

Well, then, that's the difference.

You have to want it.

It's early. It could stop any time.

Good stiff wind out there.

Blow it away in a couple of hours.

We got 650 tickets out of it.

The business is my end,

let me take care of it, will you?

It's all yours, Browdy.

Stop needling me for worrying about it

then, okay?

I don't notice you passing up your cut

when it comes time to split the take.

Sometimes I think you have

a cash register for a head.

All right, kid. You don't have to jump

if you think it's too dangerous.

- Rettig and I can make out ourselves.

- What do you mean?

Stop bugging me!

Your chicken streak is showing.

- My chicken streak?

- Right.

I've seen your hands sweating and shaking.

Trying to talk yourself

into just one more jump.

And the next, and the next...

Just a slight misunderstanding,

Mrs. Brandon. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, kid. I'm a little bit on edge.

We're all a little on edge.

Your nose is bleeding, kid.

Browdy?

You ever see him sweat, kid?

You ever see his hands shake up there?

No, I never have, Browdy.

Where's your crowd?

They'll come.

We're going to be all right.

How are you? Good morning.

How's our airplane?

I tell you, she's gassed up,

the seats torn out and the door's off.

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