The Tarnished Angels Page #2
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- 1957
- 91 min
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- And that did it?
- Yes, that and...
a look in my eyes.
Or maybe it was the
shape of my legs.
Better let you get some sleep.
- Why don't you take the couch?
- Where'll you go?
I'll take the chair.
Thank you, very much.
You're just like Jack.
He can sleep anywhere.
- Bus seats, benches, anywhere.
- Does that include beds?
No, he doesn't like beds. They
remind him of... sickness.
- By the way...
- Yes?
When were you and Roger married?
It was the summer of 1923.
July 17.
We were in Portland, Oregon.
It was the night before a big show.
We were working late on our plane.
Then we went to the airport caf...
for some coffee.
What's the matter, Laverne?
That delayed jump this afternoon
give you the heebie-jeebies?
- I'm quitting.
- Hm?
Hey, Rog. Laverne
says she's quitting.
What is it? You fed up?
Scared? Or are you homesick?
No. It's just a fact of life.
I'm in a family way.
If you don't marry her, I will.
- Didn't you hear me?
- I heard you.
JIGGS:
Well...What do you say?
Are you just gonna sit there?
Listen, I'm talking to you.
Yes or no?
Quit playing the dummy. You
Laverne, why don't
you say something?
Eight.
You throw them.
Why, you dirty, no-good louse.
Step outside, I'll
kick your teeth in.
Roll the dice.
(SHOUTS)
Roll the dice!
Ok, I lose. I marry Laverne.
She gets the winner.
We left the caf.
We went to our hotel, changed
into our Sunday clothes.
And then we went looking for
a justice of the peace.
About three in the morning,
Did you feel any shame at all?
Yes, I felt shame.
Long before the dice game.
would you have married Jiggs?
No.
No.
I'd have gone off somewhere, alone.
You see... I had no reason
What time is it?
About two o'clock.
Just woke out of a nightmare.
I was going down in flames,
shot down by Baron Richthofen.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, I'm hungry.
- Must be strong salami.
- The stronger the better.
Compliments of a restaurateur
with a long memory.
Claude Mollet.
- The power of the press, huh?
- No. Just a Frenchman,
who never forgot that you flew for
France in the Lafayette Escadrille.
- Vive la France.
- And that's not all.
He's throwing a party for all you
barnstormers Mardi Gras night.
The party's in your honour.
Everything's on the house.
That's the way it used to be in France.
Every night was Saturday night.
Every Dawn was Monday morning.
Only the fellas who were
honoured at the parties
are those that never came back.
It's French Burgundy.
You can have your bed back.
Half of it, anyway.
Hey, why don't you ask me how
much I dropped last night?
- Where'd you play?
- Willie's.
I was filling those inside straights
when his missus blew the whistle.
- On the level, what'd you do last night?
- Nothing much.
Just sat up half the night
discussing literature and life
with a beautiful,
half-naked blonde.
You'd better change bootleggers.
Well, here I am, early,
bright and sober.
Good. I'll put a gold star
after your next by-line.
My cup runneth over.
- I'm covering the air show.
- According to my assignment book,
Senator Griffin, who's keen to run against
Hoover, is at the St Charles Hotel...
You're boring me.
And I've assigned the
distinguished Burke Devlin...
The devil you have.
- Read it and weep.
- I'm covering the air show.
For what newspaper? The Hobo News?
Be reasonable.
This could be the best human-interest
yarn I ever latched on to.
Senator Griffin is a more important
story than even the Mardi Gras.
Would it be if four
visitors from a strange,
faraway planet were
to land in the city?
from another planet.
They're from hunger.
What are you, city editor
or the humour editor?
Something tells me I won't be
your city editor much longer.
Listen to me!
Those flying Gypsies look like you and
me, but they're not human beings.
They couldn't turn those
pylons like they do,
wouldn't dare, if they
had human brains.
Burn them, and they
don't even holler.
Scratch one, it's not
even blood they bleed.
They're a strange race of people, without
any blood in their veins at all.
Just crankcase oil.
Not crankcase oil.
Alcohol.
Three o'clock, St Charles Hotel.
Why, you lousy reformed drunk!
You know what you've got in your
veins? Embalming fluid, that's what!
Embalming fluid!
(LAUGHTER)
- No. Just fired up.
Correction. He's fired.
(FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYS)
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,our special added attraction...
a spectacular delayed
parachute jump,
featuring that beautiful distaff
daredevil, Laverne Shumann!
And there she goes!
(SHRIEKING)
How about that, folks? How
was that for thrills?
daring, death-defying freefall.
She released her first chute, fell in
space and opened her second chute.
Now she's releasing the straps
and is going to hang on to the
crossbar with her bare hands,
ever descended this way.
And can she hold on? There's
a terrific pull there.
Watch her, folks, Watch her for thrills,
the thrills of excitement we promised you.
Looks like she's going to make it.
Yes, Sir, the daring and lovely
Laverne Shumann is going to make it.
Give the lady a big hand, folks.
It was a tremendous feat.
Give the lovely Laverne
Shumann a great, big hand!
- Where's Jack?
- He went after some soda pop.
That was quite a jump.
The boys didn't think so.
They were hoping the wind
would tear my dress off.
- All for a lousy 20 bucks.
- It's like falling out of bed.
Well. What if you black out?
You missed the point of our act.
I'm just the girl assistant
with the exposed legs.
Roger, he's the big magician.
A little tape, and he turns
himself into a bird.
prizes as big as... birdseed.
You in the newspaper
business for the money?
Business? We lovingly
call it a game.
PA:
Pilots to the starting line.Pilots to the starting line.
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,programme, the skull dash,
featuring the most renowned speed
fliers of the world today,
Captain Roger Shumann.
Acting as starter is the
boss of Delta Field,
and the sponsor of the air
up and around for the first time
since his recent air crash.
The planes are in position now,
all set for the racehorse start.
And there they go, down the field!
Rounding the pylon it's the favourite,
Frank Burnham, in the lead.
In second place it's Roger Shumann
in his Lafayette Escadrille biplane.
Trailing in third place
is Speed Murphy.
As they turn the lake pylon
and head for the field pylon,
it's still Burnham in the lead,
Shumann second, and Murphy third.
Burnham sets the pace.
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