The Tarnished Angels
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- 1957
- 91 min
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(FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYS)
MAN:
Who's your old man, kid?Huh? Who's your old man?
Who's your old man today, kid?
Huh? Who's your old man? (LAUGHS)
Who's your old man today, kid, huh?
Ok, champ.
We're just having a
little fun, that's all.
The kid's not laughing.
You've got to quit fighting
old-timers. You almost killed him.
- For an ice-cream cone.
- Chocolate?
- Anything you say.
- Oh, boy!
- You Ok now, Dempsey?
- My name ain't Dempsey.
What is it? Tunney? Sharkey?
Chocolate.
- Jack Shumann.
- Shumann...
- He's my father.
Oh. Great flier. Real war ace.
Shot down 14 German planes.
- 16.
- Books say 14.
They didn't count right.
They missed two.
All right. I'll take
your word for it.
- How old are you?
- Nine.
Nine, huh? Pretty big fella.
- Bet you can ride a two-Wheeler.
- Two-Wheeler? What's that?
A bicycle. Can't you
ride a bike yet?
I can fly a plane.
That's really something.
What was that fight all about? Didn't
that grease monkey know your old man?
I mean your father. Didn't he
know he was Roger Shumann?
He thinks I don't know
who my father is.
Roger or Jiggs.
- Well, who's Jiggs?
- One of us.
My father's a mechanic.
Who's that with Jack? I hope
it's not a truant officer.
No. They don't buy ice-cream cones.
Well, look at Jiggs.
What's with you? Gonna get
in the Mardi Gras parade?
- Sure he can.
For somebody he wants to impress.
- You like 'em, Laverne?
- Ooh. Brand-new.
You're a dream.
- Where'd you get 'em?
- Oh, I bought 'em downtown.
How much?
I saw 'em in a store window. I...
I couldn't walk away from 'em.
- Did you rent us a room?
- LAVERNE:
We can sleep in the hangar.Have you got a nickel
left for a bus ride?
Yeah. I got $2.50 left.
Go get our money back.
I-I-I can't, Rog.
inside the boots. With ink.
Haven't you heard about the Depression?
Haven't we had enough of two-bit prizes?
- I wasn't thinking.
- You've got to think!
It's not like it was in
France, just us and the war.
- Gotta think of Laverne and Jack now.
- It's over with, Roger. Let's forget it.
I-I saw these boots and I had to have
'em. I wanted to dress up clean for once.
Look like I was a
hotshot pilot, like...
like I was Roger Shumann.
Jack. Who's your friend?
Burke Devlin. I'm with the
New Orleans Times-Picayune.
I'm Roger Shumann. This
is my wife Laverne.
Jiggs, my mechanic. Greatest
grease monkey around.
Without him, I wouldn't fly a kite.
Uh... I hope it was Ok for me
to buy Jack some ice cream.
Sure. Thanks.
- ROGER:
How'd you meet up with the kid?- Well, I...
Just bumped into one another.
Got to talking, walking around.
- Anything for a story, huh?
- Yeah, just about.
Say, is there an all-night
movie house here in town?
No, I don't think so.
But I could fix you up with a
place to bed down for the night.
We've slept in the best hotels
and in the worst hangars, so...
- don't go feeling sorry for us.
- I have no feeling.
Except for a story. Maybe
I'll get one out of you.
Make yourself at home.
Here's the key to my apartment.
- Hiya, Burke.
- Hello, Matt.
How'd you tear yourself
away from Laverne Shumann?
- Got yourself a good pilot?
- Yeah. Crackerjack.
This is Frank Burnham.
Burke Devlin.
Best newspaperman in town.
- Who's flying this one?
- White job's out. Engine's on the Fritz.
It's just as well, because I'm
gonna take all the prizes anyway.
That's exactly what he did
last week in Oklahoma City.
Pretty classy ships, huh?
Yeah, not bad... for
flying billboards.
Flying billboards?
(LAUGHS)
That's a hot one, ain't it?
Hey, Burke. Look, you play ball with
me, I'll match your pay cheque.
Something's the matter
with my typewriter.
Can't seem to spell out
"Diamond Blade Tractors".
FRANK:
Wow.- Real trim, huh?
- Shut up.
Boy, that turned-up nose
is sure getting you down.
Ride the plane, kid, not me.
The air show? Keep it down.
We're tight on space.
- I'll write it, you cut it.
- I could Chuck it in the waste basket.
- You got something against war heroes?
- What war? The war between the states?
There have been other wars.
Your war hero's probably just
a greasy, drunken Gypsy.
What do you think that air show is?
A cheap, crummy carnival of death.
Did you expect me to
Spike it with cream?
No time to give you a
temperance lecture now.
I could tell you of winged
knights jousting with death,
story the way you smell whisky.
- The redhead was asking about you.
- What'd you tell her?
I told her we'd look in on her tonight
if she got a fourth for bridge.
I can't make it tonight...
and no arguments.
Well, I'll have to
round up a poker game.
- Is it Ok if we use your flat?
- No.
- You entertaining a maiden aunt?
- No, just some Gypsies.
Gypsies?
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What are you reading?
- One of your books.
Hm?
Nostalgia in Nebraska.
Brings back memories
of home, who I was.
And how I was, when I first
started reading it...
- 12 years ago.
No, I never did.
- I left it behind when I left home.
- Oh. Did you run away?
I never thought of it that way.
I had a good home.
Well, then what took you away?
A Liberty Bond poster.
Tacked on the front
wall of our barn.
When and. Where was that?
1918. Back in Iowa.
What was on the poster?
A painting.
A portrait of a pilot
sitting in a warplane...
Captain Roger Shumann.
With the look of
eagles in his eyes.
You know something?
Something shameful?
In all these years, I've
Oh, I'd hardly take
you for a bookworm.
I didn't realise till tonight
how much I missed reading.
- And where did you meet Roger?
- At an air show in my home town.
- August 17, 1920.
- How old were you?
- 16.
- And it was love at first sight?
For me it was.
Not for Roger?
Roger, he autographed
my programme for me,
and gave me a long look.
Same kind of look I'd been used to
getting from drugstore cowboys.
You went away with him that night?
He flew off alone, to Omaha.
- But you met up with him again.
- In Omaha.
- You followed him.
- Yes.
With Jiggs. I followed
Jiggs to the bus station.
When he got on the bus, I got
in the seat next to him.
How did Jiggs take to you?
Like a drugstore cowboy?
No.
He was smitten.
So smitten he was ready to splurge
on the best hotel in town.
What did Roger say to all this?
Jiggs, he swore like a sailor.
He made Jiggs feel like
two cents, me even less.
How did you change Roger's mind? Tell
him about the Liberty Bond poster?
No.
I had and I still have
a romantic notion
that a man must tell a woman
first about his love.
Yes. And?
I lied to Roger.
I told him I wanted to
be a parachute jumper,
and if he didn't take me with him,
I'd... I'd get somebody else.
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