The Rocketeer Page #4

he flies over enemy trenches

and drops a bottle of champagne.

And let me guess. It hits the general

and we win the war.

It was symbolic.

He was being chivalrous.

Where'd he get the champagne? They didn't

have liquor stores at the front, did they?

Not that I recall.

[ Jenny ]

It doesn't matter where he got it.

That's not the point.

It's just --

Forget it.

Malcolm,

the wheel came off.

Oh, let me see, princess.

Sure, we'll fix her up.

Did I ever tell you about the time

I got shot down by the Red Baron?

No?

There I was flying over

the Ardennes on patrol...

when he comes screaming

out of the sun, guns blazing.

And then, smack!

- Bull's-eye, ace.

- I'm sorry, Jenny.

It's okay, Malcolm.

Thanks, Cliff.

You know, Cliff,

it wouldn't hurt to try someplace new...

away from the airfield.

Like where? The Copa?

The Brown Derby?

Why not the South Seas Club

while you're dreamin'.

Okay, how 'bout this.

We'll go have a real night

on the town...

after you win

the nationals.

[ Cliff ] Yeah, swell,

after I win the nationals.

You gonna fly

in the nationals after all?

Glad to hear it after

that landing today.

[ Millie ]

How about a warm-up, Malcolm?

You said there were

a few bumps.

Boy, I'll say. She folded like a kite

when she hit the runway.

We thought Cliffie's number

was up, with the fire and all.

I was gonna tell ya.

I didn't want to ruin

your evening.

It's very thoughtful of you.

You'd rather make a fool of me?

I'm sorry.

I don't want you

to be sorry.

I want you to stop treating me

like... a stranger.

When something goes wrong,

I should be the first to know.

I shouldn't be the last.

Everyone knows because

they were at the airfield.

I had an audition.

It was important to me.

I understand.

Just like the last time

when I flew the regionals.

You got a big part. You stood

behind Myrna Loy with a bowl of grapes.

Good night, Millie.

Thank you for the soup.

[ Millie ]

Well,

go after her,

you dope.

Jenny!

[ Sigh ]

Cliff, I, uh --

- I'm sorry, I really stuck --

- Malcolm, it's okay.

It's not your fault.

- Did you have a good time?

- Yeah.

Go ahead and stick that

welding torch in my ear.

We'll call it the end

of a perfect day.

What're you two

scrappin' about this time?

I don't know, Peev.

I just can't figure

this girl out.

She hangs around with

this Hollywood crowd all day,

talkin' about movie stars

and nightclubs --

That's her work. She don't care about them

phoney-baloneys. She cares about you.

I want her to think

I'm makin' something of myself,

Not that I'm just

an out-of-work pilot.

You got a good thing

goin' with that girl.

If she flies the coop,

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