The Rocketeer Page #2

- Easy, easy!

- I got it.

Watch it.

[ Grunting ]

What's goin' on, Sinclair?

Lenny is dead.

Wilmer's wrapped up like

a mummy in County General.

You didn't

play straight with me.

I'm sorry about your boys,

Eddie... truly.

- What went wrong?

- It's the feds that went wrong.

This was supposed to be a simple

snatch-and-grab. What the hell is going on?

I didn't say it'd be simple.

Snatch-and-grab is what

you're supposed to be good at.

That's what I pay you for.

Now where's the package?

Nothing's gonna happen

until you tell me...

why this merchandise is

so important to the feds.

Send me a cheque.

- Let's get out of here, boys.

- It's a rocket.

A rocket?

Yeah...

Like in the comic books.

- What happened to it?

- I don't know.

Wilmer knows. He's in

the hospital surrounded by cops.

- In a couple of days --

- We don't have a couple of days.

- What room's Wilmer in?

- [ Laughing ]

Mr. Movie Star!

He's gonna walk in with a smile

on his face and a handful of posies.

He's gonna charm

the feds to death.

[ Laughing ]

That's not exactly

what I had in mind.

Who cares what

you had in mind?

You don't need

my services any more.

You can take it from here.

I'll tell you what.

You pay me what you owe me

'cause you're half lunatic.

Yes, shoot!

I want that rocket, Eddie, not

next week, not tomorrow... now.

We have a deal?

You bring me that rocket

and I'll double your price.

You'll triple my price.

What's a movie star

need a rocket for anyway?

Bloody amateurs!

[ Opera ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yes.

[ Sinclair ] Lothar,

I've got another job for you...

a condolence call.

[ Grunting ]

[ Cliff ]

Come on, Peev.

[ Peevy ]

Here goes.

[ Peevy ] Well, I'm lookin' at it

but I don't believe it.

- Peevy... the stake!

- Get down!

That thing'll

cut you in half.

We lost it.

I told you I should have

tested it myself.

Yeah, you'd be halfway

to Kansas by now, chowder head!

[ Rumbling ]

Turn her off!

Turn her off!

That must've woke up

the whole valley.

Pick her up.

Let's get out of here.

Peevy, you'd pay to see

a man fly, wouldn't you?

Ha!

- You've gotta be outta your mind.

- I'm talkin' about making real money.

Not just 10 bucks a show but enough to get

us back on our feet and into the nationals.

Are your eyes painted on? This thing is like

strapping nitroglycerine to your back.

- The feds are mixed up in this.

- I don't want to keep it.

I just want to borrow it

for a while.

When you borrow something and don't

tell nobody, they call that stealing.

As soon as we can afford

a new plane, we'll give it back.

Did you see what

this thing did back there?

You're always telling me what

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