The Rocketeer Page #5

we'd be all over the map.

- Can you fix it?

- If I had a couple of hours.

We don't have a couple of minutes!

We need something quick.

Let's see if our luck's

still holdin'.

Go on!

- Peevy, stand clear.

- What was that?

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

It's so elegant.

You make it so.

Here's to you...

and to the extraordinary way

your face catches the light.

You must let me have this dance.

There's no music.

Really?

I hear music.

That's Neville Sinclair.

One day, Jenny,

a man will look into

those eyes and he'll drown...

and never be saved.

Hey.

- Is it something I said?

- No, it's nothing.

Oh, Jenny, I know

that look all too well.

- Is it your boyfriend?

- I'm sorry, Neville.

It's just that Cliff and I

talked about coming here.

Tell me about him.

At least give me a chance

to know the competition.

Well...

he's a little rough

around the edges.

He can be thoughtless sometimes.

And then he can be the

sweetest guy in the world.

He gave me these little

oranges when we first met.

- How nice.

- My family has a small farm.

Cliff was coming through,

dusting the groves.

-He's a flier?

-Yeah. He flies racing planes like this one.

At least he did until yesterday.

- He was almost killed.

- What happened?

We didn't order anything.

Go on.

[ Cliff ] Yes, sir.

A fan of yours sent some soup over.

You were saying?

It was very silly.

He completely missed the runway.

I don't know why the

real pilots let him fly.

I see. At least I'm feeling better

about the competition.

Have you

worked here long?

Oh, yes.

I waited on you last time.

So... um...

where is he now?

He's probably hatching

some harebrained scheme.

Now he has an engine.

You strap it on--

I'm sorry.

- You idiot!

- How clumsy of me.

Go and get something

to clean this up.

- I'm sorry, Jenny.

- Will you just excuse me for a minute?

- Please stay. Sit down.

- I'll be right back.

[ Gasp ]

Are you out of your mind?

What are you doing here?

- Listen to me.

- You're jealous.

I'm not jealous!

Jenny, Bigelow's been murdered.

Murdered?

Remember the rocket

we found?

The people that are looking for it

murdered Bigelow to get to me.

Now they're after you. They have

your picture, the one from the Gee Bee.

Jenny, prepare yourself

for a shock.

I'm the Rocketeer.

The rocka-who?

For cryin' out loud!

Haven't you read the papers?

- No, I've been working.

- It's them!

The guys

with the snapshot.

You gotta get out of here.

Get in a cab,

go to your mom's in Redlands...

and stay there

until you hear from me.

Give me one good reason

why I should believe this?

If anything ever happened

to you, I'd go out of my mind.

Oh.

Go on, get out of here.

and don't let them see you.

Thank you.

Taxi!

That's him.

Now go get him!

Cutting in.

Thank you!

[ Rusty ]

He's in the laundry room.

[ Growling ]

Hit it!

The laundry chute!

Get him! Get him!

- It's the flying man.

- It's the Rocketeer.

[ Screaming ]

- Lock the doors. We'll trap him like a fly.

- Right.

He's heading for the door.

[ Growling ]

Get the rocket!

[ Gasp ]

Don't go, Jenny.

Our evening's just begun.

Welcome to my home.

Here.

It's the chloroform.

The effects will pass

in a moment.

Do you have to drug all

your women to seduce them?

You're part of this.

You kidnapped me.

Against my will, believe me.

I'm as much a victim as you.

They're blackmailing me.

These are ruthless men.

Neville, I'm scared.

Oh, there, there.

Don't be frightened.

Tonight

when we danced,

I felt something

move inside me.

I felt it tear loose

and take flight.

You said that

to Greta Garbo...

in "Napoleon's Mistress."

You'd have been a fantastic

Lady Catharine.

If you'd put yourself...

completely into my hands,

I could teach you, mould you

into a leading lady;

clay... in the hands

of the master sculptor.

"Moonlight on Broadway."

Carole Lombard.

The scene on the top

of the Empire State Building.

Yes.

You can't be comfortable

in that gown.

They're beautiful.

What am I doing?

You kidnapped me.

I'm so confused.

I don't know

what to think.

Do you want me

to try this on?

Desperately.

Neville?

Could you come in here,

please?

Can you help me?

I finally played a scene

with Neville Sinclair.

Hello? Hello!

Can anyone hear me?

This is an emergency.

Can you hear me?

[ Radio ] Sinclair?

Sind sie das?

Warum rufen sie an?

My God!

Neville Sinclair is a --

[ Gasp ]

A what?

Spy?

Saboteur?

A fascist?

All of the above.

Lothar.

[ Wicked Laugh ]

[ Scream ]

[ Whispering ]

Millie?

Peevy!

Hey, Peev?

[ Patsy ]

Hey, Cliff!

Aaah!

Are you okay?

Patsy, you scared the livin'...

heck outta me.

Sorry.

[ Telephone Ringing ]

- Peev?

- Wrong. This Secord?

- Wanna talk to your girlfriend?

- She's safe out of town.

- Cliff?

- Jenny, where are you?

That's enough. Just to let

you know we're serious.

You wanna see your girlfriend,

bring us the rocket.

Write this down. Griffith Observatory,

Come alone or we're gonna

have to kill the girl.

[ Patsy ]

What's happening?

- What are they doing to Jenny?

- Quiet!

I gotta think.

Patsy, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean

to yell at ya.

Remember the guy

who saved Malcolm today?

- The Rocketeer?

- He's gonna help me find Jenny.

Freeze! FBI.

[ Chuckle ]

Remember me?

[ Peevy ] All I did was bypass the pressure

valve and that solved your throttle problem.

But adding a rudder to the helmet...

that was ingenious.

Nothin' to it, Howard.

Just basic aviation.

[ Wooly ] We're gonna make

your life miserable.

Good to see you, son.

- You too, pal.

- This is all he had on him.

There's no sign

of the rocket.

He must've ditched it,

but he ain't talkin'.

Wooly, take off

the handcuffs.

- You know who I am?

- What pilot doesn't, Mr. Hughes?

I designed the Cirrus X-3,

the rocket pack.

It was stolen

from my factory.

I didn't take it.

I told him everything and he

believed it. Give the man his rocket.

- I can't. Not yet.

- We agreed to give it back...

to its rightful owner.

That's him.

[ Hughes ] I don't think

you know the game you're playing.

Go ahead, roll it.

The German prototype had

the same problem as our first design.

The combustion chamber

would overheat and explode.

My boys figured it out:

a double-walled chamber

into which the fuel is pumped,

cool the chamber and preheat

the fuel at the same time.

The German experiment

didn't seem...

like much

to worry about.

But when we got our hands

on this next film,

we realized the scope

of their plan.

Keep watching, kid.

It cost a man's life...

to get this

out of Germany.

Where's my rocket pack,

Secord?

You gotta let me use it

one more time.

I'm tired of

square dancing with you.

I could slap you with grand theft,

espionage, and that's my short list.

- Wooly, give me the cuffs.

- They got my girl.

Oh, God, Cliff, no!

They set up a rendezvous

to swap Jenny for the rocket.

I understand how you feel,

but let us handle this.

I gotta go alone

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