Wings in the Dark Page #2
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- Year:
- 1935
- 75 min
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Six hundred gallons.
How much oil?
Full up.
You"d better be right.
Right.
Need any help there?
No. A new bolt
and she"ll be singing.
How"s your
weather report?
Made to order, Mac.
All we"re waiting for now
is the permit.
Sure you"re ready?
You can leave
in two minutes.
Radio checked?
Right.
Instruments?
Right.
Plenty of coffee?
Right.
Eight hours two points
off East.
Mac, if that tail wind holds
off the banks, l"ll make Paris
under 20 hours.
Right.
Where the devil"s that permit?
Give me a dime, Mac.
Give me a dime!
Right.
You Scotchman.
Operator, get me Top Harmon
at Roosevelt Field
Government Office.
Boy, when I burn up half
that load of gas,
she"ll cruise over 200.
She"s a bonnie ship, my lad.
You should have seen
my first one.
Four cigar boxes
and a quart of glue.
Did she fly?
From the top of the shed
to the ground
in one straight hop.
Hello, Top?
Oh. Well, where is he?
Yes. Well, have him call
Ken Gordon the moment
he comes in, will you? Yes.
Never mind, he"s here.
Yes. Yes, thanks.
Oh, boy, am I glad to see you!
L"ve never waited for anything
so long in my whole life.
What"s the matter?
You"re not going, Ken.
What?
I didn"t get the permit.
They wouldn"t send it.
They wouldn"t send it?
Why not? L"m ready to go now.
I told them that,
Ken, but then...
But what?
What"s wrong?
L"m afraid they"re not
going to send it.
You mean not at all?
They sounded like
they meant it.
Look,
I don"t mean to appear
to be stupid, but I just
don"t follow you.
You seen this?
The department figured
that we couldn"t publicly
sanction a man
going out to commit suicide.
I see.
Sorry, Ken.
I don"t have to ask you
if you did this?
What do you think?
Well, there goes
the bubble, Mac.
Four years we"ve been working,
isn"t it?
MAC:
And a few months.Sort of hits you financially,
too, doesn"t it?
Lt"s all rotten.
to spill a lot of type,
l"m grounded by
an eight-column banner.
Hey, Mr. Gordon, carload
of guys with a dame moved
in on us outside.
Who are they?
I don"t know.
Some of them"s got cameras.
Oh, they have?
We tried to keep them out
but they piled in anyway.
Fix that tie, babe. Here.
There we are. Now, keep that
nose up. Sheila,
keep that nose up.
That"s it, that"s it.
Tilt your hat a little bit.
That"s the idea.
Show them you can look
as well as fly.
All right, boys.
PHOTOGRAPHER:
Smile,Miss Mason.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Look at the plane, honey,
like you loved it.
Like you belong to it.
Fine. Great. That"s the girl.
GORDON:
Just a minute.PHOTOGRAPHER:
What"s the idea?
Get those things
out of here.
What"s the matter?
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