Only Angels Have Wings Page #3

Joe Souther.

Okay, Geoff. Coming down.

On fop of fhe fog af 1500.

Higher than I thought.

Watch. We're turning on the lights.

- Turn 'em on.|- Here they go.

Can you see them?

No, not a thing.|I can't even see the glow.

- Must be thicker than it looks.|- Won't hurt to take a stab at it.

- Baldy, shut off that piano.|- Yes, sir.

- Keep it quiet back there!|- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Joe, pay attention.|It's closed in down here.

You're west of the field.

Fly due east.

Flying at 1500 due east.

Due east at 1500.

Joe, blimp your motor.

Joe, you're passing over the field.

Go one mile, turn 180 degrees|and start letting down.

And watch out|for the lights!

Sounds a little that way.

Yeah. Joe, you're a little south.|A little south.

Okay, Papa, turning north.

Turn off that light.

Keep it quiet back there!

Here I come.

Twelve hundred.

A fhousand.

Eight hundred.

Six hundred.

Joe, you're coming in too high!|You'll overshoot the field!

Make a turn, Joe.

Go further back and try it again.

Okay, I'm turning.

Can't you see the lights?

Nothing that even looks like|a dim candle.

His line was okay.

Yeah.

Joe, your direction was perfect.|Be sure to keep the same line.

All right. I'm turning.

Here I come.|Six hundred.

Cut it up in hundreds.

Five hundred.

Four hundred.

Take it easy, sonny.

Three hundred.

Gun her, Joe!

I'm down to 100 now.

That doesn't sound like...

Joe, pull up!

Say, that wasn't right, was it?

No, not quite.

Joe, you had the wrong line.|You're way off...

Okay, Geoff.

I saw the lights.|I'll get it next time.

Nothing doing. Don't take more chances.|You've got three hours of gas...

Three hours? She'll almosf be|on fhe boat by then.

I told you to stick to business.

Get on top and cruise around|until it opens up here.

Right. Don't let him do it.

Geoff, give me one more chance.|I fhink I see a hole.

Yeah, I do see one!|I'm coming down.

- Joe, please don't!|- Stop.

Joe, you've got your orders.|Stay up there and do as I tell you.

Quit worrying about that blonde.

It's all righf. I see fhe lights.|I'll make it easy.

- There he is!|- Joe, pull up!

Mike, get the wagon. Take big shears|in case you have to cut him out.

Les, get the mail.

Baldy, telephone the police.|Have them clear the field. Hurry up.

Well, you did all you could.

Yeah.

Mr. Wise Guy.

Oh, do something! He may be alive!|Don't just stand there!

Pull yourself together!|Haven't you caused enough trouble?

Calling Barranca. Calling Barranca.

Go ahead, Tex.

Geoff, did you get Joe down all right?

All except for one tree|that stuck up too high.

Oh. Sorry.

Joe, you crazy fool!

Nobody could tell you anything.|You knew it all.

It serves you right.|I don't feel sorry for you. Not a bit.

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