Ace in the Hole Page #4

without having two of you in there.

- Somebody's got to go.

- How about those Indians?

What do you say, chief? You ought to

know your way around here pretty well.

They won't go in. They never do.

- Bad spirits.

- Ah, go on.

What are you holding out

for, a couple of bucks?

He says it's their holy mountain.

The mountain of the seven vultures.

He says it's their holy mountain.

The mountain of the seven vultures.

The mountain of the seven

vultures. It's got a sound to it.

Get me a few shots, Herbie.

Looks like it's your move, copper.

What's it gonna be?

I'm thinking. Don't rush me.

I'll do something.

You could always give that poor fellow

in there a ticket for parking overtime.

Let me have those things.

Who do you think you are

butting in like this?

- Let me have your flashlight.

- Who is he?

I'll tell you who I am. I'm the

guy who's going in that cave.

And you're the guy that's been

sounding off long enough.

Now give me your flashlight.

- Why, you...

- Shut up.

Come on, Herbie.

Thanks, mister, and God bless you.

Tell him we'll get him out.

Tell him not to worry.

- Sure.

- Okay.

And tell him we'll have a big

coming-out party for him

with a brass band and everything.

Here's the rope.

I hope we can get to him.

Yeah.

Watch out for those rocks.

The old man sure looked bad.

- Did you see his face?

- Yeah.

Like the faces of those folks

you see outside a coal mine

with maybe 84 men trapped inside.

One man's better than 84.

Didn't they teach you that?

- Teach me what?

- Human interest.

You pick up the paper,

you read about 84 men or 284,

or a million men, like

in the Chinese famine.

You read it, but it

doesn't stay with you.

One man's different. You wanna know

all about him. That's human interest.

Somebody all by himself, like

Lindbergh crossing the Atlantic

or Floyd Collins.

Floyd Collins.

Doesn't that ring a bell?

No, not to me, it doesn't.

You never heard of Floyd Collins?

1925. Kentucky.

The guy pinned way

down in that cave.

One of the biggest

stories that ever broke.

Front page in every paper

in the country for weeks.

Say, what'd you take at that

school of journalism, advertising?

Well, maybe I did hear about it.

Then maybe you heard that a

reporter on a Louisville paper

crawled in for the story and

came out with a Pulitzer Prize.

Guess we'd better not

fool around with that.

Here. Hold this.

Now let me have it.

And camera.

You got a couple of bulbs?

You stay here.

That sand gets any worse,

let me hear from you, but loud.

I don't like the

looks of it, Chuck.

I don't either, fan.

But I like the odds.

Hello!

Hello!

Here!

Over here.

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