Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines Page #7

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Oh. Well-

Oh.

I'm not going to

wish you luck, my boy.

- I expect you to win without it.

- Well, I'll do my best, sir.

Thank you.

Well, good luck, me dear

fellow. Thank you, sir.

Good luck, Richard.

Uh, well, thanks. And

thanks for all your help too.

Listen, Patricia, as soon as I get

to Paris, I've got to talk to you.

It's very important.

You'll be there, won't you?

Yes, I'll be there.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

There they are,

Courtney.

- I've done everything you said, sir.

- Good.

Right, now get down to Dover and carry

out the rest of your master's instructions.

Oh, can't I just wait

and see the nip take off?

All right.

Don't think you're gonna get treats

like this all the time, Courtney.

I say, the wind's

getting up a bit, sir.

- We're 20 minutes late as it is.

- We've just got to start.

I can't start

without Lord Rawnsley.

Well, can you start it

quickly when he does arrive?

Of course. I've only

got to do this to start it.

Look. They're off!

I didn't tell them

they could start.

A knife!

Get me a knife.

You ain't going

to commit hari-kari?

Of course not,

you bloody fool.

I've got to cut my way out,

haven't I?

All right, Courtney, shoot off.

You've had your treat.

- Yeah-

- Well, go on!

Away you go!

- Mama! Mama, he's up!

- Yes, but he's got to get down again.

Oh, Dio.

Oh, mamma mia.

This is indeed an unwarranted

intrusion into our privacy.

Be good enough to remove yourself

and your machine immediately.

Sisters,

return to your work.

- Un momento.

- What is it?

I cannot leave

unless I have-a some help.

I need-a men to hold down the tail

so I can take off. Fsst!

Men are not permitted here.

No men, no take off.

Mother,

perhaps, uh, the sisters-

- Certainly not.

- A pity.

We are the first aviators to make-a

the race from London to Paris.

We are not interested

in worldly matters.

I understand, Mother,

but it is a pity.. .

that the race. it will

now be won by a Protestant.

Protestant?

Sisters, don't stand around gaping.

This good Catholic

needs our help.

Brava! Superiore!

Oh! Ooh!

Don't push!

What's the idea?

Damn silly thing to do!

Nearly frightened the life

out of the memsahib!

I'm terribly sorry, sir,

but I had no alternative.

Fuel pipe blocked.

You haven't got a pipe cleaner

I could run through it, have you?

Why, we haven't got

a pipe cleaner, have we?

Oh, wait a minute.

Would that do?

That's just the thing.

Thank you very much,

madam.

I'm a competitor in the Daily Post Air

Race. I suppose you've read about it.

- No. I only read the Times.

- That's right.

Hold on, please.

I think I'll get

one of those, Muriel.

I shouldn't, Willy. You're near

enough to your wings as it is.

Come on.

Right over here. Could

we just have a photograph-

Oh, I say! There's the French

chappie. Very good effort.

Well done, sir! We'll

take care of the machine.

Well done!

Hey!

Hey, you! No!

Come on!

Quick! Over here!

Danke schn.

Danke schn.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Assassin! Assassin!

Hey!

Ah!

Whoo!

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

It's my flying machine

I'm worried about.

- Looks like you're out of the race.

- I wouldn't say that.

Say, do ya think they got any

spare wheels on this landing field?

Well, possibly, but it'll

take all night to repair that.

- Is there anything wrong with working all night?

- Well, no.

- All right then.

- Good luck.

- Any more to come?

- Let's see now.

Of the 14 starters,

eight have landed,

two crashed on takeoff,

three crashed on the

way here, and one. ..

is on his way to Scotland?

- Ah!

- Marlene, what are you doing here?

Marlene? No, Franoise.

I am Bulgarian.

But aren't you

- I mean, haven't I met you somewhere before?

- It is possible.

- I see.

Have a drink?

D'accord.

Your attention, please!

Uh, your attention, please! I-I

have a sensational announcement.

Sir Percy Ware-Armitage

has taken off for France.

H is crossing the channel

even now in the dark.

Stop mucking about!

Useless lot!

Oh, evening, sir. Great honor having your

eminence onboard our little brig, sir.

I say,

careful of that wing.

Courtney!

I say, I hope it

isn't going to be rough.

Argh! Smooth as a billiard table,

sir. Uh, you did bring the money, sir?

Oh, I never discuss that sort of thing.

You'll have to take it up with my man.

Courtney, are these people

to be trusted?

Yes, governor, if you

give them 10 guineas each.

Ten guineas? I can get a

chambermaid for a year for that.

Do they guarantee to get me

over to France before dawn?

Yes, governor.

Courtney, there are 10 of them.

Do you realize this is going

to cost your master 100 guineas?

Uh, a hundred and ten.

You'll be paying me

the same, I fancy?

Well, you fancy wrong,

Courtney. Impudent oaf!

Any more of this blackmail, I'll

have you thrown out of your cottage.

- Now buzz off!

- Sorry.

- Go on! Off you go!

- Just a joke.

- I say, Courtney?

- Yes, governor?

You'll be hearing more of this matter

when I return from la belle France.

Good heavens. Sir Percy is

flying the channel at this moment.

In the dark? He must be mad. He won't

be able to see the railway lines.

- What railway lines?

- I never thought he had the courage.

If we go on deck, sir, we might

be able to hear him pass overhead.

Or drop into the sea!

Five guineas each,

wasn't it?

Ten, or we go

straight back to England.

Outrageous! I shall never

hire your boat again.

Hey! The tide's in!

It'll be out in a couple

hours. Back on board!

You don't think I'm gonna wait till

daylight to be caught by the French?

You'll have to

get your feet wet.

You dirty rotter.

I had hoped that I should

be dealing with a gentleman.

So had I.

All ashore!

Good-bye!

Just look at those

magnificent men...

daring the elements,

challenging the gods,

trying-

nay, hoping

- to fly their machines across no less than 22 miles.

Yes, that's what I said-

22 miles of sea!

Welcome to Calais, monsieur.

Give me a hand, will you?

No, no, no! Put me down!

Don't do that! Go away!

What are you doing?

I've gotta get to Calais to compete in

the race! Put me down, you ruddy idiots!

Don't be silly!

I haven't got the time!

I've got to get to Calais

to continue the race!

Bon voyage, monsieur!

Are you all right,

Lieutenant Parsons?

Don't worry!

We'll soon have you out!

Aah!

Can you swim?

There is nothing

a German officer cannot do!

The race is not over yet! We've got

to get them refueled and off to Paris!

Richard Mays,

Orvil Newton away

from Calais at... 8:50.

La amricaine, you can vive who

you like, they haven't got a chance.

The fabulous Sir Percy

took off for Paris two hours ago.

He's so far in the lead, nothing

can stop him. Nothing at all. Ha!

Vive Sir Percy!

What am I saying?

He's a most ghastly person.

Buzz off!

Go on! Bug off!

Blast it!

Driver!

Driver!

Stop the train!

Arretez le train!

Blast!

Look! Go!

Hey, you!

Where can I get some-

Franoise,

what are you doing here?

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