The Rocketeer Page #6

or they're gonna kill her.

I'll give you your rocket

back tomorrow. I swear.

Those guys are

playing for keeps.

- I can handle Valentine.

- The Valentine gang is hired muscle.

They're working

for a Nazi agent,

someone we think is highly

placed in Hollywood society,

someone our intrepid G-men

have been unable to identify.

- Neville Sinclair. It's Neville Sinclair!

- What?

- Come on!

- It makes perfect sense.

That's why he was bossing Eddie's men

and why he has Jenny.

Nice try. We're taking him

downtown and locking him up.

We'll take it from here.

Let's go, kid.

No guns!

The son-of-a-b*tch

will fly.

- Here. Put this on.

- I'd rather freeze.

You're right.

I prefer you like that.

Cheer up, Eddie. You're about to

make yourself a fortune.

That's good 'cause I got a club

to repair and an ulcer to plug.

Hey, boss!

Here he comes.

Jenny, you okay?

She's fine!

I wasn't talkin' to you.

Take the rocket off...

carefully.

First you let her go.

[ Gasp ]

The rocket, Secord!

Come on, kid, hand it over

so we can all go home.

What's it like working for

a Nazi, Eddie?

He pay you in dollars

or Deutsche Marks?

- What's he talking about?

- I got it straight from the feds.

Nazi spy ring, flying commandos,

the works.

Kid's been flying

where the air is too thin.

Ask him about the secret room

and the Germans on the radio.

- Relax, Frankenstein. You ain't bullet proof.

- [ Eddie ] Talk fast, Sinclair.

- You tell him, Eddie.

- Shut up!

Come on, Eddie,

I'm paying you well.

Does it matter who I work for?

It matters to me.

I may not make an honest buck,

but I'm 100% American.

And I don't work

for no two-bit Nazi.

Let her go.

Sturmabteilung!

Angreifen!

Los, los! Achtung!

It's your move, Eddie.

[ Engine Noise ]

- Ergreif die rakete. Schnell!

- Jawohl!

Haltet sie in schach.

Good-bye, Eddie.

Happy Valentine's Day.

This is the FBI!

Throw down your guns.

- Shoot him!

- No!

Lousy krauts!

Let 'em have it!

Careful.

He's got the girl!

Watch out for that Zeppelin.

It's full of hydrogen.

One bad shot,

we'll all fry.

Come on, boys.

We got 'em on the run.

Aaah!

- Mein herr --

- Get this ship out of range.

- Schnell!

- Klar.

Sie haben die rakete nicht?

Antworten sie mir!

Where's the rocket?

We've got the girl.

The rocket will come to us.

We're losing 'em.

Maybe not. Look!

Up on the dome.

It's him!

It's the Rocketeer.

Go get 'em, kid.

- Stimmt was nicht?

- Das ruder.

- Irgendwas ist los mit dem ruder hier.

- Lieber gott!

Also was?

Wo ist er?

Spinnst du, Sinclair?

Was ist mit dem fraeulein da?

Halt die fresse!

Du ignorierst mich.

Ich habe meine stelle.

Do not worry,

Herr Sinclair.

My pilot is the

finest in Germany.

We are in capable hands.

He will not let us down.

[ Pilot ]

Nooo!

Lothar.

Das ist deine schuld!

We are losing altitude.

We must drop some weight.

You, you...

actor!

For the fatherland.

Ja.

Komm!

Beeil dich!

Da oben ist der mann.

- Los!

- Ja.

Herr Sinclair --

[ Grunting ]

I've had a bellyful of you

and your cheap heroics.

Hand over the rocket or I'll

blow her brains... all over the cabin.

[ Jenny ] Don't give it to him.

Cliff, you can't!

I have to.

Herr kapitaen!

Slide it.

If she moves,

kill her.

Oww!

Aaah!

Where's your stuntman?

I do my own stunts.

[ Jenny ]

Stop!

No! No!

For God's sakes, Sinclair.

Help us get these flames out.

Good-bye, Jenny.

I wish I could take you with me.

Everything about you

is a lie.

It wasn't lies, Jenny.

It was acting.

I'll miss Hollywood.

I don't think so.

[ Wicked Laugh ]

Aaah!

Jenny, this thing's full of hydrogen.

When the fire hits --

I love you, Cliff.

Run, Jenny!

Steady as she goes, Howard.

We're only gonna get one pass.

- Drop the ladder.

- Right.

Jump for it, Clifford!

Let's get outta here!

- Hi, Millie.

- Morning, how you doing?

Morning, boys.

"Film fans were saddened

by the news...

"that actor Neville Sinclair

was killed in the tragedy...

when flaming debris fell on

his touring car."

That's terrible.

That was a nice car.

You look awful blue for a guy

who pretty much saved the world.

I got the cracked ribs

to prove it.

You got me.

[ Engine ]

[ Cliff ]

She's a beauty, Mr. Hughes.

Isn't she?

In another month, she'll

be ready for the nationals.

Miss Blake, will you excuse us

for just a moment?

Of course.

I've been meaning to ask you,

what was it like strapping...

that thing to your back and

flying like a bat out of hell?

It was the closest I'll ever

get to heaven, Mr. Hughes.

Well...

maybe not.

See you around, Rocketeer.

Oh... don't ever fly her without this.

Isn't it pretty?

I didn't even get

a chance to thank him.

You don't have to, son.

He saw the look on your face.

Cliff,

I have something

for you too.

Actually...

it's for Peevy.

Oh, no!

What was that line again?

"Oh, my prince..."

- "would that you'd drink of my lips --"

- Thanks.

I don't mind if I do.

Clifford, take a look

at this here.

I bet if we increase

the manifold pressure...

and switch the

fuel-to-air ratio...

just favoring the fuel --

Hey, Goose!

You wanna take a look?

Rocketeer to the rescue!

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