Spanish Johnny... he's checking on the diner where the flyers hang out.
All right, Stevie. Make me a Bromo, will you?
What do you want?
Everything okay? We treatin' you good?
Get to the point. I'm busy.
- Have you found the rocket? - Busy, huh?
My guys are tearing up the town looking for that rocket...
and you're busy... romancin' some dame.
- That dame... happens to be Secord's girlfriend. - Good.
She'll tell us where Secord is.
My boys'll get the truth out of her in two minutes.
Valentine... we're gonna do what I think is necessary.
And that includes breakin' one of my men in half?
Next time you go after one of my men, I'll kill you.
Don't threaten me. Just do your job.
Hey, Sinclair, if the feds get me...
I'm takin' you with me. I'm gonna tell 'em everything.
Who do you think they'd believe?
A cheap crook or the number 3 box-office star in America?
Number 3 jerk!
[Radio Announcer] The helmeted mystery man disappeared into the hills...
moments after the rescue and has not identified himself.
But air circus owner, Otis Bigelow, promises his bird man will return.
Los Angeles is buzzing. Who is the Rocketeer?
Now, back to our programme of dance band favourites.
Okay. Here's the plan.
We call the FBI... get rid of this thing.
The FBI's gonna lock us up.
They think we were shooting at them. What do you think was going on at the house?
House? We don't got a house. We got a gazebo.
Between the FBI and that King Kong gentleman,
we're gonna get ourselves killed over this thing.
[Knocking] Peevy?
Open up.
We just come from the airfield. It's Bigelow.
- What about him? - His office is crawling with cops.
Somebody tore up his place like they were looking for something.
- Yeah, so? - They killed him.
[Millie] Cliff, what's going on?
I'll make the call.
[Telephone] FBI, Los Angeles. Agent Morris speaking.
Hello?
- I'll be home soon, honey. - Who is this?
- I love you too. - Okay, wise guy.
What can I do for you gents?
Madam, we're looking for a pilot by the name of Cliff Secord.
Does anybody here know him?
Haven't seen him around.
We need a flier for a real special job.
There's a lot of lettuce in this.
What do you say... we lay out a finder's fee?
How 'bout it, dad?
Secord! Oh, yeah, I know him.
Short fella, gimpy leg.
Didn't he move to Cincinnati?
Cincinnati.
How 'bout you, bub? You know this Secord?
If you boys aren't ordering, I'm gonna ask you to leave.
We'll order! Let's see.
How 'bout those pies? They look good, huh, boys?
Mmm! Betcha they're home-made.
Don't interrupt his meal.
Yeah, I like coffee with my pie.
You know, it's funny.
I don't like music while I'm digesting.
Listen, friend, we don't know where he is.
Okay, pop, maybe we can refresh your memory.
Come on. Follow me.
Take a good look...
'cause you're next.
- Talk, dad, or get a facial. - Drop dead, you weasel.
- I don't know where the hell he is. - Yeah?
[Millie] Leave him alone!
- Naughty boy. - [Groaning]
Please leave him alone. Stop!
[Rusty] Startin' to smoke, old timer.
[Spanish Johnny] Hold it.
Jenny. Lookie here, boys.
Lady Luck...
left her phone number.
[Dialling]
- [Phone Ringing] - Mine!
- Hello? - Hello.
This is the florist.
I've got a lovely bouquet of flowers for Jenny.
Who sent her flowers?
Cliff Secord.
- Oh, is that right? - That's right.
Well, he's too late.
She's gone to the South Seas Club with Mr Neville Sinclair.
Hello?
Come here.
- You're not gonna believe this. Guess where the dish went. - Where?
With the limey to the South Seas Club.
[Rusty] Do you think fancy-pants is pullin' a fast one on Eddie?
I don't know, but I don't like this.
Jeff, you and Mikey stay and watch who walks into this joint.
- Boys, been a pleasure. - I'll call from the club.
[Jeff] All right, Johnny. We'll take care of it.
Everybody,
relax and take it easy. We're gonna be here a while.
Mom, how 'bout a fresh pot of coffee?
Swell outfit, dad.
Hey!
Here's Mr Ketchup Bottle!
Hey, that's quite a dish you got there.
Wait a minute. That's Lady Luck!
[Cliff] Get the gun!
[Peevy] I got it.
I'm sorry about all this. I'll fix everything.
[Peevy] Clifford, what's the deal? Are you nuts?
Cliff, no! Not again.
Peevy, half the city is looking for us.
- I can fly to that nightclub in five minutes. - Take a cab.
The only place this is going is back to the feds. We had an agreement!
Look! Peev, I'm sorry.
I should've listened to you, but Jenny's in trouble.
That girl means more to me than...
I love her, Peev.
- Does she know that? - She's gonna find out.
Promise me when she's safe this thing goes back!
You got my word. I'm sorry I laid eyes on this.
You might want this.
I'll meet you back here.
Hold it, you're leaking like a sieve.
If you'd hit that button, we'd be all over the map.
- Can you fix it? - If I had a couple of hours.
We don't have a couple of minutes! We need something quick.
Let's see if our luck's still holdin'.
Go on!
- Peevy, stand clear. - What was that?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
It's so elegant.
You make it so. Here's to you...
and to the extraordinary way your face catches the light.
You must let me have this dance.
There's no music.
Really?
I hear music.
That's Neville Sinclair.
One day, Jenny,
a man will look into those eyes and he'll drown...
and never be saved.
## [Big Band]
# When you're alone #
# Who cares for starlit skies #
# When you're alone the magic moonlight dies #
Hey.
- Is it something I said? - No, it's nothing.
Oh, Jenny, I know that look all too well.
- Is it your boyfriend? - I'm sorry, Neville.
It's just that Cliff and I talked about coming here.
Tell me about him.
At least give me a chance to know the competition.
Well...
he's a little rough around the edges.
He can be thoughtless sometimes.
And then he can be the sweetest guy in the world.
He gave me these little oranges when we first met.
- How nice. - My family has a small farm.
- Cliff was coming through, dusting the groves. - He's a flier?
Yeah. He flies racing planes like this one.
At least he did until yesterday.
- He was almost killed. - What happened?
We didn't order anything. Go on.
[Cliff] Yes, sir. A fan of yours sent some soup over.
You were saying?
It was very silly.
He completely missed the runway.
I don't know why the real pilots let him fly.
I see. At least I'm feeling better about the competition.
Have you worked here long?
Oh, yes. I waited on you last time.
So... um...
where is he now?
He's probably hatching some harebrained scheme.
Now he has an engine. You strap it on...
I'm sorry.
- You idiot! - How clumsy of me.
Go and get something to clean this up.
- I'm sorry, Jenny. - Will you just excuse me for a minute?
- Please stay. Sit down. - I'll be right back.
[Gasp]
Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?
- Listen to me. - You're jealous.
I'm not jealous! Jenny, Bigelow's been murdered.
Murdered?
Remember the rocket we found?
The people that are looking for it murdered Bigelow to get to me.
Now they're after you. They have your picture, the one from the Gee Bee.
Jenny, prepare yourself for a shock.
I'm the Rocketeer.
- The rocka-who? - For cryin' out loud! Haven't you read the papers?
- No, I've been working. - It's them!
The guys with the snapshot.
You gotta get out of here.
Get in a cab, go to your mom's in Redlands...
and stay there until you hear from me.
Give me one good reason why I should believe this?
If anything ever happened to you, I'd go out of my mind.
Oh.
Go on, get out of here. And don't let them see you.
Thank you.
Taxi!
That's him. Now go get him!
Cutting in.
Thank you!
[Rusty] He's in the laundry room.
[Growling]
Hit it!
The laundry chute! Get him! Get him!
- It's the flying man. - It's the Rocketeer.
[Screaming]
- Lock the doors. We'll trap him like a fly. - Right.
He's heading for the door.
[Growling]
Get the rocket!
[Gasp]
Don't go, Jenny. Our evening's just begun.
Welcome to my home.
Here.
It's the chloroform.
The effects will pass in a moment.
Do you have to drug all your women to seduce them?
You're part of this. You kidnapped me.
Against my will, believe me. I'm as much a victim as you.
They're blackmailing me. These are ruthless men.
Neville, I'm scared.
Oh, there, there. Don't be frightened.
Tonight when we danced,
I felt something move inside me.
I felt it tear loose and take flight.
You said that to Greta Garbo...
in "Napoleon's Mistress."
You'd have been a fantastic Lady Catharine.
If you'd put yourself... completely into my hands,
I could teach you, mould you into a leading lady;
clay... in the hands of the master sculptor.
"Moonlight on Broadway." Carole Lombard.
The scene on the top of the Empire State Building.
Yes.
You can't be comfortable in that gown.
They're beautiful.
What am I doing?
You kidnapped me.
I'm so confused.
I don't know what to think.
Do you want me to try this on?
Desperately.
Neville?
Could you come in here, please?
Can you help me?
I finally played a scene with Neville Sinclair.
Hello? Hello! Can anyone hear me?
This is an emergency. Can you hear me?
[Radio] Sinclair? Sind sie das?
Warum rufen sie an?
My God!
Neville Sinclair is a... [Gasp]
A what?
Spy?
Saboteur?
A fascist?
All of the above.
Lothar.
[Wicked Laugh]
[Scream]
[Whispering] Millie?
Peevy!
Hey, Peev?
[Patsy] Hey, Cliff!
Aaah!
Are you okay?
- Patsy, you scared the livin'... heck outta me. - Sorry.
[Telephone Ringing]
- Peev? - Wrong. This Secord?
- Wanna talk to your girlfriend? - She's safe out of town.
- Cliff? - Jenny, where are you?
That's enough. Just to let you know we're serious.
You wanna see your girlfriend, bring us the rocket.
Write this down. Griffith Observatory, 4 a.m., by the statues.
Come alone or we're gonna have to kill the girl.
[Patsy] What's happening?
- What are they doing to Jenny? - Quiet!
I gotta think.
Patsy, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to yell at ya.
Remember the guy who saved Malcolm today?
- The Rocketeer? - He's gonna help me find Jenny.
Freeze! FBI.
[Chuckle]
Remember me?
[Peevy] All I did was bypass the pressure valve and that solved your throttle problem.
But adding a rudder to the helmet... that was ingenious.
Nothin' to it, Howard. Just basic aviation.
[Wooly] We're gonna make your life miserable.
Good to see you, son.
- You too, pal. - This is all he had on him.
There's no sign of the rocket.
He must've ditched it, but he ain't talkin'.
Wooly, take off the handcuffs.
- You know who I am? - What pilot doesn't, Mr Hughes?
I designed the Cirrus X-3, the rocket pack.
It was stolen from my factory.
I didn't take it.
I told him everything and he believed it. Give the man his rocket.
- I can't. Not yet. - We agreed to give it back...
to its rightful owner. That's him.
[Hughes] I don't think you know the game you're playing.
Go ahead, roll it.
The German prototype had the same problem as our first design.
The combustion chamber would overheat and explode.
My boys figured it out:
A double-walled chamber into which the fuel is pumped,
cool the chamber and preheat the fuel at the same time.
The German experiment didn't seem...
like much to worry about.
But when we got our hands on this next film,
we realized the scope of their plan.
Keep watching, kid. It cost a man's life...
to get this out of Germany.
Where's my rocket pack, Secord?
You gotta let me use it one more time.
I'm tired of square dancing with you.
I could slap you with grand theft, espionage, and that's my short list.
- Wooly, give me the cuffs. - They got my girl.
- Oh, God, Cliff, no! - They set up a rendezvous to swap Jenny for the rocket.
I understand how you feel, but let us handle this.
I gotta go alone or they're gonna kill her.
I'll give you your rocket back tomorrow. I swear.
Those guys are playing for keeps.
- I can handle Valentine. - The Valentine gang is hired muscle.
They're working for a Nazi agent,
someone we think is highly placed in Hollywood society,
someone our intrepid G-men have been unable to identify.
- Neville Sinclair. It's Neville Sinclair! - What?
- Come on! - It makes perfect sense.
That's why he was bossing Eddie's men and why he has Jenny.
Nice try. We're taking him downtown and locking him up.
We'll take it from here. Let's go, kid.
No guns!
The son-of-a-bitch will fly.
- Here. Put this on. - I'd rather freeze.
You're right. I prefer you like that.
Cheer up, Eddie. You're about to make yourself a fortune.
That's good 'cause I got a club to repair and an ulcer to plug.
Hey, boss! Here he comes.
Jenny, you okay?
She's fine!
I wasn't talkin' to you.
Take the rocket off... carefully.
First you let her go.
[Gasp]
The rocket, Secord!
Come on, kid, hand it over so we can all go home.
What's it like working for a Nazi, Eddie?
He pay you in dollars or Deutsche Marks?
- What's he talking about? - I got it straight from the feds.
Nazi spy ring, flying commandos, the works.
Kid's been flying where the air is too thin.
Ask him about the secret room and the Germans on the radio.
- Relax, Frankenstein. You ain't bullet proof. - [Eddie] Talk fast, Sinclair.
- You tell him, Eddie. - Shut up!
Come on, Eddie, I'm paying you well.
Does it matter who I work for?
It matters to me.
I may not make an honest buck, but I'm 100% American.
And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi.
Let her go.
Sturmabteilung!
Angreifen!
Los, los! Achtung!
It's your move, Eddie.
[Engine Noise]
- Ergreif die rakete. Schnell! - Jawohl!
Haltet sie in schach.
Goodbye, Eddie.
Happy Valentine's Day.
This is the FBI! Throw down your guns.
- Shoot him! - No!
Lousy krauts! Let 'em have it!
Careful. He's got the girl!
Watch out for that Zeppelin. It's full of hydrogen.
One bad shot, we'll all fry.
Come on, boys. We got 'em on the run.
Aaah!
- Mein herr... - Get this ship out of range.
- Schnell! - Klar.
Sie haben die rakete nicht? Antworten sie mir!
Where's the rocket?
We've got the girl.
The rocket will come to us.
We're losing 'em.
Maybe not. Look!
Up on the dome. It's him!
It's the Rocketeer.
Go get 'em, kid.
- Stimmt was nicht? - Das ruder.
- Irgendwas ist los mit dem ruder hier. - Lieber gott!
Also was? Wo ist er?
Spinnst du, Sinclair? Was ist mit dem fraeulein da?
Halt die fresse!
Du ignorierst mich. Ich habe meine stelle.
Do not worry, Herr Sinclair.
My pilot is the finest in Germany.
We are in capable hands. He will not let us down.
[Pilot] Nooo!
Lothar.
Das ist deine schuld!
We are losing altitude. We must drop some weight.
You, you... actor!
For the fatherland.
Ja.
Komm!
Beeil dich! Da oben ist der mann.
- Los! - Ja.
Herr Sinclair... [Grunting]
I've had a bellyful of you and your cheap heroics.
Hand over the rocket or I'll blow her brains... all over the cabin.
[Jenny] Don't give it to him. Cliff, you can't!
I have to.
Herr kapitaen!
Slide it.
If she moves, kill her.
Oww! Aaah!
Where's your stuntman?
I do my own stunts.
[Jenny] Stop!
No! No!
For God's sakes, Sinclair. Help us get these flames out.
Goodbye, Jenny. I wish I could take you with me.
Everything about you is a lie.
It wasn't lies, Jenny. It was acting.
I'll miss Hollywood.
I don't think so.
[Wicked Laugh]
Aaah!
Jenny, this thing's full of hydrogen. When the fire hits...
I love you, Cliff.
Run, Jenny!
Steady as she goes, Howard. We're only gonna get one pass.
- Drop the ladder. - Right.
Jump for it, Clifford!
Let's get outta here!
- Hi, Millie. - Morning, how you doing?
Morning, boys.
"Film fans were saddened by the news...
"that actor Neville Sinclair was killed in the tragedy...
when flaming debris fell on his touring car."
That's terrible. That was a nice car.
You look awful blue for a guy who pretty much saved the world.
I got the cracked ribs to prove it.
You got me.
[Engine]
[Cliff] She's a beauty, Mr Hughes.
Isn't she?
In another month, she'll be ready for the nationals.
- Miss Blake, will you excuse us for just a moment? - Of course.
I've been meaning to ask you, what was it like strapping...
that thing to your back and flying like a bat out of hell?
It was the closest I'll ever 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!
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