The Great Waldo Pepper Page #5

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want to see a good pilot?

They want blood.

Sudden death is

my business, Pepper,

not good pilots.

Wait a sec,

give me a chance,

would you please?

Ah, come on.

I'll give you

the same deal

I give everybody else.

Now, I'm gonna

lose the Kraut

to a Western outfit

at the end

of this month.

That means

there's an act free.

Now, you dream up a stunt

where people think

you're gonna die.

No. Where people are

sure you're gonna die,

and I'll take you on.

You might try wing-walking.

I hear it's very popular

down south.

Good luck!

Yoo-hoo!

Hey! Yoo-hoo!

Hey, Waldo,

how you doin'?

Well, it's an inferior

model, but it'll

suit my purposes.

What do you mean?

I'm borrowing

your plane, son.

What?

Yep, you wrecked mine,

remember?

And it won't be

ready for a month.

Hey, hey, take

your hands off that.

Dillhoefer's promised me

employment provided

I come up with an act.

So I'm using your plane

to improvise with.

You're not using

my plane for anything.

Seems the least

you can do for someone

who was in combat

while you were

sitting it out.

I was in combat

with the 6th Pursuit

in the Calais sector.

And the only reason

I got there late

was because they made me

an Instructor at the time.

Son.

And I couldn't get away.

Son.

I'm not a vindictive man.

You learned your lesson

the other night

and there's no need

for you to apologize.

- Who's apologizing?

- You're both starving!

Well, you are, practically!

So, why don't you just

try helpin' each other?

Well, what the hell

would we do, anyway?

You're half crippled,

my engine's

giving me fits.

Actually, I have some

ideas on the subject.

Mary Beth,

can you drive?

What?

Can you drive?

Oh.

Why?

Go straight, Mary Beth!

Got it. Going straight.

To the left!

You want me to go

to the left?

No, you go straight!

Not me.

Slow down!

You want me

to slow down?

Now, go faster!

Faster, okay!

Right!

What?

Right. Turn it

to the right!

Wait, you go straight!

Okay.

To the left!

What the hell

are you doing?

Well,

you told me

to go faster!

Do you want me

to go faster?

Not you, you're fine.

Here! Here!

You got to slow it down.

I can't, I'll stall out

if I go any slower.

No, you won't.

Just come across

the field,

go as steady as you can

and as slow as you can

and we'll adjust to you.

Okay.

I hope I don't

ruin everything.

Don't worry, Mary Beth,

we're doin' a great stunt!

I don't want to be

a stickler for accuracy,

but you're just flying,

she's just driving.

I'm the one doing

a great stunt.

That's true, son

and that's why you're

getting all the glory.

Up to the right.

Okay, to the right.

Get over.

What?

More.

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