get to heaven, Mr Hughes. Well... maybe not. See you around, Rocketeer. Oh... don't ever fly her without this. Isn't it pretty? I didn't even get a chance to thank him. You don't have to, son. He saw the look on your face. Cliff, I have something for you too. Actually... it's for Peevy. Oh, no! What was that line again? "Oh, my prince..." - "would that you'd drink of my lips..." - Thanks. I don't mind if I do. Clifford, take a look at this here. I bet if we increase the manifold pressure... and switch the fuel-to-air ratio... just favouring the fuel... Hey, Goose! You wanna take a look? Rocketeer to the rescue! Ripped by supang Resync: Xenzai[NEF]Resync: Xenzai[NEF] Keep her straight... level. It's your first time up, so don't do anything interesting. - Who me? - Yeah, you. Remember, she stalls out at about 100. Keep the air speed up, otherwise you'll be drifting all over. - If the ailerons start to shimmy... - I've flown a plane or two. Not like this one. This one's a handful. You sneeze and you'll end up upside down in a field. - That's fresh paint, damn it! - Do you want me to crash? Gum ain't gonna keep your butt in the air. Treat her nice, Clifford. She's gonna take us all the way to the nationals. - Let's make some history. - Yeah. Crank her up, Goose! - Make her hot! - Hot and brakes. Watch this, Peevy! National air race is our next stop! You tryin' to save ammo? Nail 'em! I can't get a clean shot. Wish that black-and-white would get out of the way. Careful what you wish for. This is the 3rd car in a month. Hoover'll be spittin' nails. The heck with Hoover! - Outta my way. I can't see. - Keep drivin'! Quit movin'. You're ruining my shot! Get back. Get... Let's go, Lenny. We can't get caught with... Lousy feds! Somethin' ain't right. Sorry, Lenny. He's gettin' away. Get it off! - Get him out! - Peevy! Hit the latch! Hurry! Get the hell outta there! Where you goin'? Cliff! You all right? You okay? Well... that's the end of that! - All right, get it outta here. - Wait a minute. You chase crooks across our runway, crash into my pilot, and it's our fault? No offence, pops, but we got more important things... - than get all sweaty about whose fault it was. - Listen, buddy, building that plane took three years and every cent we had. File a claim with Uncle Sam. You could get lucky. And wait six months... a year? We made a livin' with that plane. Well maybe it's time to get a real job. - Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Relax! Relax! You got that one free, kid. - One more and you'll be eatin' soft food for a month! - Yeah? - Relax. - That fly boy hangs one... on my kisser and you let him waltz? Maybe you had it comin'. - We need a word with the patient. - In private. Your buddy's getting fitted for a pine overcoat. If you make it to County General, Alcatraz is your new digs. Spit it out, Wilmer. Where's the package? Blown to hell. Why don't you go look for it? - Get him outta here. - Hey, Fitch? Take a look at this. That must be the gizmo, all right. Okay, button it up. - Call 'im, Wooly. - Why me? I called last time. But he likes you. There's no mistake about that, Wooly? - I'm afraid not. We got what's left of it. - I see. - It was damn sloppy. - It could've been worse. We got the gizmo. - Yes, it could have. - We'll take it down to headquarters. Was that Wolinski? They chased it to an airstrip in the valley. There was a wreck on the runway. The X-3 was destroyed. Better lost than in the wrong hands. - How soon can you rebuild it? - Rebuild it? Not a chance. My people in Washington will have something to say about that. Your people in Washington want to turn anything that flies into a weapon. Apparently someone else had the same idea. I'm afraid we must insist. I don't work for the government. I cooperate at my discretion. Two of my best pilots were killed ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Такси-блюз на английском - текст Дом дураков на английском - текст Фарго на английском - текст Снежная королева на английском - текст Винни-Пух и день забот на английском |