Game of Aces Page #4

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to get the girls.

[LAUGHTER] Oh yeah,

and you're in the 99%, are you?

- Maybe.

- Uh-huh.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I'm a one-percenter.

Oh, wow.

If you figure that out,

perhaps you'll let me know.

[SCREAMS]

[GARGLING]

[LAUGHS]

[SCREAMS]

[CRIES]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

We used to drop them down

on the boys in the western front.

Those scotch bombs.

After a mission, whoever of us was left

would drop one down to

the boys in the trenches.

It became kind of a tradition.

You know, sort of a good luck thing

to let those boys know

we were thinking about them.

We fly back to the base

every night, get drunk,

sleep in a bed if we want.

Those boys down there,

they didn't have that.

They were just in those sewers fighting,

day in and day out.

So those scotch bombs

became a way for us pilots

to recognize that, you know,

and lay away some of the guilt, I guess.

They would love it.

You could hear the cheers

sometimes after we dropped them.

It certainly helped

keep their spirits up.

Is that an American attempt at humor?

What? I don't know

what you're talking about.

"Keeping their spirits up"?

Aw, come on. Even you got to

admit that was kind of funny.

That was kind of funny.

There you go.

I can be funny.

Yeah.

I've never seen a woman

handle a pistol as good as you.

Where the hell did you learn to shoot?

My father.

He was a gun-maker.

He still around?

Dead.

That's why I hate guns.

- Yours?

- Ah, he's dead, too.

That's why I lo-v-v-ve flying.

Two of a kind.

Nah. He was a drunk.

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[SLURPS]

It's 114 miles according

to your calculations.

(CAPTAIN JACKSON) Mark it.

Here.

Nah, still too hot.

We're going to have to wait

until the heat haze clears.

I hope we didn't come

all this way for nothing.

We'll find him.

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[C*CKS GUN]

Captain!

I think I sight something.

That could be it.

Let's go.

[GULPING]

What do you think?

Let's get a little closer.

[C*CKS GUN]

Anything?

There's something out there.

Nah, it's too hard to make out.

Get out of the way.

Sure doesn't look like

much of an aircraft down there if it is.

Doesn't look like anybody

could have survived.

You sure?

I've crashed enough airplanes to know.

No, I just don't want to get down there

and find out it's nothing.

(ELEANOR) We have to look.

Yeah, we do.

You get your gear ready

while we still got light.

[CAR RATTLING ALONG]

I'll be damned!

Watch yourself.

(ELEANOR) Yes, sir.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[C*CKS GUN]

Stay behind me.

Just stay behind me!

[SIGHS] Yes, sir.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

Can you see anything?

Not yet.

- That's him!

- Wait a minute!

Is he dead?

I don't know.

[SCREAMS]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait! Drop it!

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