The Rocketeer Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 108 min
- 782 Views
- What?
Put it in neutral!
You steer, I'll push.
Get in the car.
[ Reporter ] How 'bout
some background on the flyin' man?
- Yeah, give it to us.
- What's his name?
Sorry, boys. It's a trade secret...
all part of the mystery.
- Why don't you call him Rocket Boy?
- That's lousy!
- That's worse.
- That stinks.
Come on, Bigelow,
give us a better name.
How about Rocketeer?
- Bingo!
- That'll work. Rocketeer it is.
Extra, extra!
Extra!
Read all about it!
[ Girls ] - It's so romantic.
- Bet he's handsome.
I wish he'd rescue me.
Extra, extra!
Ready on the set.
Let's go. Let's shoot.
[ Hughes ]
Congratulations, gentlemen.
Thanks to the diligence
of the FBI,
this vacuum cleaner
will not fall into the wrong hands.
Mr. Bigelow, FBI.
We'd like a word with you.
- Must be the maid's day off.
- Somebody's been lookin' for something.
Give me some light.
[ Gasp ]
Mother of mercy!
He's been folded in half.
Looks like he was
writin' something.
Palm Terrace.
[ Peevy ] If the vertical thrust
- [ Squeaking ]
- Cliff?
- [ Peevy ] What do you want?
- What are you doin' here? Get out of here.
- Peevy!
Cliff, get me out!
Peevy!
Aaah!
Slats, Murphy,
come with us.
Murph, wait here
for the high sign.
Where is it?
Where's what?
The rocket!
Sure you got
the right house?
Secord, Peabody!
Open up! FBI.
Get down!
Let 'em have it, boys.
Cliff? Cliff!
Cliff?
- Clifford!
- Peevy!
- Hello, Neville.
- Hello, Clark.
[ W.C. Fields ] Neville...
you old scalawag!
Hello, Bill.
How are you?
Fallen off any
chandeliers lately?
Let me introduce you.
Miss Jenny Blake,
- Mr. W. C. Fields.
- Charmed, my dear,
doubly-charmed.
- Jenny... what a euphonious appellation.
- Jenny...
Excuse me for a moment.
I won't be long. Bill, look after her.
I thought you'd
never ask. Scram.
My little kumquat,
I'm fully prepared...
to listen to
your life story.
Okay, I'll tell him.
Spanish Johnny... he's checking
on the diner where the flyers hang out.
All right, Stevie.
Make me a Bromo, will you?
What do you want?
Everything okay?
We treatin' you good?
Get to the point.
I'm busy.
- Have you found the rocket?
- Busy, huh?
My guys are tearing up the
town looking for that rocket...
and you're busy...
romancin' some dame.
That dame... happens to be
Secord's girlfriend.
Good. She'll tell us
where Secord is.
My boys'll get the truth
out of her in two minutes.
Valentine... we're gonna do
what I think is necessary.
And that includes breakin'
one of my men in half?
Next time you go after one of my men,
I'll kill you.
Don't threaten me.
Just do your job.
Hey, Sinclair,
if the feds get me...
I'm takin' you with me.
I'm gonna tell 'em everything.
Who do you think
they'd believe?
box-office star in America?
Number 3 jerk!
[ Radio Announcer ] The helmeted mystery
man disappeared into the hills...
moments after the rescue
and has not identified himself.
But air circus owner, Otis Bigelow,
promises his bird man will return.
Los Angeles is buzzing.
Who is the Rocketeer?
Now, back to our program
of dance band favorites.
Okay. Here's the plan.
We call the FBI...
get rid of this thing.
The FBI's gonna lock us up.
They think we were shooting at them. What
do you think was going on at the house?
House? We don't got a house.
We got a gazebo.
Between the FBI and
that King Kong gentleman,
we're gonna get ourselves
killed over this thing.
[ Knocking ]
Peevy?
Open up.
We just come from the airfield.
It's Bigelow.
- What about him?
- His office is crawling with cops.
Somebody tore up his place
like they were looking for something.
- Yeah, so?
- They killed him.
[ Millie ] Cliff, what's going on?
I'll make the call.
[ Telephone ] FBI, Los Angeles.
Agent Morris speaking.
Hello?
- I'll be home soon, honey.
- Who is this?
- I love you too.
- Okay, wise guy.
What can I do for you gents?
Madam, we're looking for a pilot
by the name of Cliff Secord.
Does anybody here know him?
Haven't seen him around.
We need a flier
for a real special job.
There's a lot of lettuce
in this.
What do you say...
we lay out a finder's fee?
How 'bout it, dad?
Secord!
Oh, yeah, I know him.
Short fella, gimpy leg.
Didn't he move
to Cincinnati?
Cincinnati.
How 'bout you, bub?
You know this Secord?
If you boys aren't ordering,
I'm gonna ask you to leave.
We'll order! Let's see.
How 'bout those pies?
They look good, huh, boys?
Mmm! Betcha
they're home-made.
Don't interrupt his meal.
Yeah, I like coffee with my pie.
You know, it's funny.
I don't like music
while I'm digesting.
Listen, friend,
we don't know where he is.
Okay, pop, maybe we
can refresh your memory.
Come on. Follow me.
Take a good look...
'cause you're next.
- Talk, dad, or get a facial.
- Drop dead, you weasel.
- I don't know where the hell he is.
- Yeah?
[ Millie ]
Leave him alone!
- Naughty boy.
- [ Groaning ]
Please leave him alone.
Stop!
[ Rusty ]
Startin' to smoke, old timer.
Hold it.
Jenny.
Lookie here, boys.
Lady Luck...
left her phone number.
[ Dialling ]
- Mine!
- Hello?
- Hello.
This is the florist.
I've got a lovely bouquet
of flowers for Jenny.
Who sent her flowers?
Cliff Secord.
- Oh, is that right?
- That's right.
Well, he's too late.
She's gone to the South Seas
Club with Mr. Neville Sinclair.
Hello?
Come here.
You're not gonna believe this.
Guess where the dish went.
Where?
With the limey to
the South Seas Club.
[ Rusty ] Do you think fancy-pants
is pullin' a fast one on Eddie?
I don't know,
but I don't like this.
Jeff, you and Mikey stay and
watch who walks into this joint.
- Boys, been a pleasure.
- I'll call from the club.
[ Jeff ] All right, Johnny.
We'll take care of it.
Everybody,
relax and take it easy.
We're gonna be here a while.
Mom, how 'bout
a fresh pot of coffee?
Swell outfit, dad.
Hey!
Here's Mr. Ketchup Bottle!
Hey, that's quite
a dish you got there.
Wait a minute.
That's Lady Luck!
[ Cliff ]
Get the gun!
[ Peevy ]
I got it.
I'll fix everything.
[ Peevy ] Clifford,
what's the deal? Are you nuts?
Cliff, no!
Not again.
Peevy, half the city
is looking for us.
- I can fly to that nightclub in five minutes.
- Take a cab.
The only place this is going is back
to the feds. We had an agreement!
Look! Peev, I'm sorry.
I should've listened to you,
but Jenny's in trouble.
That girl means more
to me than --
I love her, Peev.
- Does she know that?
- She's gonna find out.
Promise me when she's safe
this thing goes back!
You got my word.
I'm sorry I laid eyes on this.
You might want this.
I'll meet you back here.
Hold it, you're leaking
like a sieve.
If you'd hit that button,
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