Only Angels Have Wings Page #2

- See you later, Miss Lee.|- You will, will you? I might have...

Who does that guy think he is?

- That's the boss.|- As you may have gathered.

- He's not my boss and...|- Bonnie, I hope you win.

- I'll be seein' ya.|- Good-bye, Joe.

Be careful. No chances.

- Dutchy, find something to worry about.|- That's what you should be doing.

Hi, Lily.

I've got to go.|I'll be back soon.

- So long.|- Bye, darling.

How can he fly in this fog?

It's just on the ground. He'll pull up|through it. Only 200, 300 feet thick.

What he's waiting for is the heavy stuff|farther up in the pass.

- Sounds like double-talk.|- I guess it does.

The only way inland from here|is through a deep pass.

It's up...|You can't see it.

It's 14,000 feet at the low spot.|Wind and clouds make it a bad place.

That's why we keep a lookout part way|through to tell us when it clears.

Calling Barranca.

Here it comes.

Go ahead, Tex.

Stand by. She's moving fast.|How's it look down there?

All right if the wind doesn't shift.

Hold on.|I'll take a look outside.

Big breaks now.|This looks like the last of it.

Okay, she's open.

Let 'em fly!

Oh, it's the most wonderful thing|I've ever seen.

Yes. Reminded you of a great big|beautiful bird, didn't it?

No, it didn't.|That's why it's so wonderful.

It's really a flying human being.

You're right about one thing. A bird|has too much sense to fly in that muck.

Joe Souther.|Calling Joe Souther.

Go ahead, Geoff.

- Radio check. One. Two. Three. Four...|- Four. Five. Six.

Seven. Eight.|Clear as a bell, Papa.

On top at 400 between layers.

Geoff, there's a heavy fog bank|laying off the coast. Anything else?

No, that's all.|All right, Joe.

Hi, Les.

- Geoff.|- Hello, Kid.

The wind's swung around.|It's bringing that fog bank in.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

Calling Lookout. Calling Lookout.|How much time?

- Better move fast.|- Go ahead, Geoff.

- How's it look up there?|- I was going to call. Better hold Joe.

I can't. He's already gone.|You ought to see him by now.

I can't see the tip of my nose.

It's closing in again.|You can't fell whaf this stuff will do.

Stand by to put out a flare.

Never mind the flare.|Joe heard every word.

What'll I do? Come back?

Yeah. It's thick down here. When you|get over the fog, I'll line you up.

Geoff, tell that beautiful blonde|I'm still in the running.

Stick to business!

I want fo order two steaks for dinner.|How 'bout it, Dufchy?

- I heard you. Tell him it's all right.|- It's all right with me, too.

Joe, you're all set.

Okay, here I come.

- Plug in the field set. Get going!|- Yes, sir.

Get the big light ready.|Turn it straight up.

- It's cold out here.|- Light those tubs!

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