The Rocketeer
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 108 min
- 782 Views
Keep her straight...
level.
It's your first time up, so
don't do anything interesting.
- Who me?
- Yeah, you.
Remember, she stalls out
at about 100.
Keep the air speed up,
otherwise you'll be drifting all over.
- If the ailerons start to shimmy--
Not like this one.
This one's a handful.
You sneeze and you'll end up
upside down in a field.
- That's fresh paint, damn it!
- Do you want me to crash?
Gum ain't gonna keep
your butt in the air.
Treat her nice, Clifford. She's gonna
take us all the way to the nationals.
- Let's make some history.
- Yeah.
Crank her up, Goose!
- Make her hot!
- Hot and brakes.
Watch this, Peevy!
[ Cheering ]
National air race
is our next stop!
[ Sirens ]
[ Gunshots ]
You tryin' to save ammo?
Nail 'em!
I can't get a clean shot. Wish that
black-and-white would get out of the way.
Careful what
you wish for.
[ Engine Sputtering ]
[ Fitch ] This is the 3rd car
in a month. Hoover'll be spittin' nails.
The heck with Hoover!
- Outta my way. I can't see.
- Keep drivin'!
Quit movin'. You're
ruining my shot!
Get back. Get --
Let's go, Lenny.
We can't get caught with--
Lousy feds!
Somethin' ain't right.
- [ Sirens ]
- Sorry, Lenny.
He's gettin' away.
Get it off!
- Get him out!
- Peevy!
Hit the latch!
Hurry!
Get the hell
outta there!
Where you goin'?
Cliff!
You all right?
You okay?
Well... that's
the end of that!
- All right, get it outta here.
- [ Peevy ] Wait a minute.
You chase crooks
across our runway,
crash into my pilot,
and it's our fault?
No offence, pops, but we
got more important things...
than get all sweaty
Listen, buddy, building that plane
took three years and every cent we had.
You could get lucky.
And wait six months... a year?
We made a livin' with that plane.
Well maybe it's time
to get a real job.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Relax! Relax!
You got that one free, kid. One more
and you'll be eatin' soft food for a month!
Yeah?
- Relax.
- That fly boy hangs one...
on my kisser and
you let him waltz?
Maybe you
had it comin'.
- We need a word with the patient.
- In private.
Your buddy's getting fitted
for a pine overcoat.
If you make it to County General,
Alcatraz is your new digs.
Spit it out, Wilmer.
Where's the package?
Blown to hell.
Why don't you
go look for it?
- Get him outta here.
- Hey, Fitch?
- Take a look at this.
- [ Whistle ]
[ Wooly ]
That must be the gizmo, all right.
Okay, button it up.
- Call 'im, Wooly.
- Why me? I called last time.
- But he likes you.
- [ Sigh ]
There's no mistake
about that, Wooly?
We got what's left of it.
I see.
- It was damn sloppy.
- It could've been worse. We got the gizmo.
- Yes, it could have.
- We'll take it down to headquarters.
Was that Wolinski?
They chased it to an
airstrip in the valley.
There was a wreck
on the runway.
The X-3 was destroyed.
Better lost than
in the wrong hands.
- How soon can you rebuild it?
- Rebuild it?
Not a chance.
My people in Washington will have
something to say about that.
Your people in Washington want to turn
anything that flies into a weapon.
Apparently someone else
had the same idea.
I'm afraid
we must insist.
I don't work
for the government.
I cooperate
at my discretion.
Two of my best pilots were
killed during the test phase.
God knows how many more men
would have died if it had flown.
No, gentlemen.
I'm sorry I ever dreamed
the damn thing up.
Sir, I wish
you'd reconsider.
What do we tell
the president?
Tell him
the dream is over.
Tell him
Howard Hughes said so.
[ Peevy ]
What's this 300 gallons here?
We don't burn that much fuel
in two years!
You burned it in two seconds when my
fuel truck went up. It's all itemized.
I didn't blow up your truck.
The guy in the car did.
After bouncing
off you.
Pilots are responsible
for a safe landing.
Where we gonna get this kind of dough?
We've gotta sell the Gee Bee for scrap!
I'm sorry. I hate to
kick you when you're down.
But business is business.
I'm out of pocket here.
Of course, I could always
use the old clown act.
We don't do the clown act
no more.
Peevy, it's worth
fifteen bucks a shot.
Think it over. See it my way
or see me in court.
The clown suit is
in the storeroom.
First show's at nine.
Don't be late.
Lousy nickel-nurser.
Clown act!
Good thinkin', Clifford!
You just set us back four years.
Plus which "Miss Mabel" here
is a flying coffin.
She never let us down before.
I'll go real easy on her.
Number five piston is shot,
nothing left but spit and wire.
I could fly a shoe box
if it had wings, Peev.
- Ouch!
- What's the matter?
There's somethin'
under this seat.
[ Grunting ]
That's my
duffel bag.
- What've you got in there?
- I don't know, but it's heavy.
- All right.
Open her up.
[ Gasp ]
Oh, my!
What've we got here?
Take the bag.
[ Grunting ]
- That's a piece of work, isn't it?
- Yeah.
What do you suppose it is,
a bomb or somethin'?
Too complex
to be a bomb.
I don't see
any moving parts.
I wouldn't touch that
if I were you.
- The housing's still cool.
- Huh.
[ Sniffing ]
Runs on alcohol.
What's the damn thing for?
- Hold it, Peev.
- Huh?
Hold it!
[ Sawing ]
[ Cliff ]
Tip her over. Tip her over.
- Easy, easy!
- I got it.
Watch it.
[ Grunting ]
What's goin' on, Sinclair?
Lenny is dead.
Wilmer's wrapped up like
You didn't
play straight with me.
Eddie... truly.
- What went wrong?
- It's the feds that went wrong.
This was supposed to be a simple
snatch-and-grab. What the hell is going on?
I didn't say it'd be simple.
Snatch-and-grab is what
you're supposed to be good at.
That's what I pay you for.
Now where's the package?
Nothing's gonna happen
until you tell me...
why this merchandise is
so important to the feds.
Send me a cheque.
- Let's get out of here, boys.
- It's a rocket.
A rocket?
Yeah...
Like in the comic books.
- What happened to it?
- I don't know.
Wilmer knows. He's in
the hospital surrounded by cops.
- In a couple of days --
- We don't have a couple of days.
- What room's Wilmer in?
- [ Laughing ]
Mr. Movie Star!
He's gonna walk in with a smile
on his face and a handful of posies.
He's gonna charm
the feds to death.
[ Laughing ]
That's not exactly
what I had in mind.
Who cares what
you had in mind?
You don't need
my services any more.
You can take it from here.
I'll tell you what.
You pay me what you owe me
'cause you're half lunatic.
Yes, shoot!
I want that rocket, Eddie, not
next week, not tomorrow... now.
We have a deal?
You bring me that rocket
and I'll double your price.
You'll triple my price.
What's a movie star
need a rocket for anyway?
Bloody amateurs!
[ Opera ]
Yes.
[ Sinclair ] Lothar,
I've got another job for you...
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