The Sky's the Limit

Isn't it just too thrilling?

What? Thrilling.

You certainly are.

Oh.

Well, why don't you wave at all the nice people?

You know, I heard you came back

from a battle with those silly old Jap planes

just practically on one wing.

I did? My goodness,

I hadn't heard that one.

Look at that mug, will you?

Say, he's doing all right.

Where'd he find that girl?

Why do I have to ride with you?

I was thinking the same thing.

I've always wanted to meet a flying tiger.

Oh, we've been overrated.

At heart, we're just like any ordinary wolf--

tiger.

What's your objective now?

Oh, I thought we'd just ride around a little while.

Oh, silly, I mean the war.

Oh, the war.

I'm in between,

transferring to naval aviation.

Oh. How much time you got?

10 days. That time enough?

All depends on what y'all want to do, honey.

Honey, you-all chart the course.

What would you like to do first?

Let me see.

I mean, where would you-all like to go first?

Well, I'll--

you just surprise me.

You'll be surprised.

You, uh, you haven't a roommate, have you?

What? Oh, no. No, indeedy.

Fine.

We can have something sent up--

champagne, pheasant--

now, don't you worry yourself, tiger,

because everything's been taken care of.

What? Well, I just--

woman: I'm miss Barr. I'm miss May.

I'm surprised.

You're at the speaker's table,

where you're going to be the guest of honor.

So I followed this Jap right down to his own field,

and he invites me to dinner.

Go on.

Man: Attention, men.

Here's a little further dope

on your itinerary.

We arrive in Salt Lake tomorrow morning,

visit the Mormon Tabernacle.

The parade will shove off at 12 noon.

Chamber of commerce tour, 2:00 until 5:00.

When do we eat?

Banquet at 8:30.

Looks like you'll have a pretty full day.

Fred: Ouch.

Yeah, it sure does.

Say, how long does this go on?

Coast to coast.

Lets me out.

Hmm, we've stopped.

I'll see you in Tokyo.

What do you guys got?

3 kings.

Oh, take it away.

Ha ha ha!

That's the way we used to play in China.

Yep.

Men, I'll be back in a minute.

What's the matter with you?

Get back on this train.

Oh, I've had enough.

We've only got 10 days to have some fun,

and that big personal appearance tour

they've got mapped out in there

doesn't sound like fun to me.

You can have it, brother.

Hey, we're moving.

You want to get left behind?

Sure.

Why don't you be a man and get off?

This is great!

Are you crazy?

Yeah! I'm nuts!

Hey!

Ah!

Yeah, any fool can see it.

There's only one way to win this war

or any other war,

and that's with men and bullets and bayonets.

We got to give them a taste of cold American steel.

That's what we're gonna do,

whether those politicians in Washington

like it or not.

We got to fight.

By the way, how do you stand in the draft?

Me? 4-F.

Good evening.

Hello.

Say, what kind of place is this?

A nightclub. Oh.

Take all the Broadway columns

and shake out the names,

and what do you get?

The Colonial Club. See?

Got a light?

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Ha ha! Kind of got yourself all dressed up,

ain't you?

You ain't doing so bad yourself.

Ha ha ha!

Now you're hip.

Yes, sir? Hi.

Can you look down the line and stop

when you come to the most beautiful girl?

I'm stopped.

You know her name?

Sure. Joan Manion, photographer.

Gonna take pictures here tonight.

Who's the character with her?

That's the guy she works for--

Phil Harriman, publisher of Eyeful.

Eiffel?

Eyeful. You know, the high-class peep magazine.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Beside her, what would you like?

Oh, just a little, uh...

And plain water...

Beside her.

Man: That must be obvious, my dear.

Phil, the world is burning down,

but I have to stay home and take pictures

of celebrities in a nightclub.

Why don't I get to go to London or China?

Why not?

Sure, why not?

I have brains.

I have, uh...

Uh, talent.

And beauty. Don't overlook that.

Oh, you can't sidetrack the issue with that palaver.

Now, why didn't I get sent over there?

Because I like you here.

Besides, you're a girl.

Margaret Bourke-White went to Russia.

Well, I don't happen to be in love with Margaret Bourke-White.

For a minute, I thought you were going to be on the level.

I must be slipping.

Slippery times.

You said it.

Ok. I'll work for you tonight.

I'll photograph this menagerie.

Cute girl.

I like her.

She likes me, too.

As a matter of fact, most women seem to like me.

How do you account for that?

I sometimes think it's because I don't understand women.

Do I know you?

No.

But don't apologize.

Hi, Freddie. I want to catch you in action.

Thanks. Thank you.

Hello, Pamela.

I'd like to get a couple of candid shots.

Yes, certainly. You know Mr. Reed?

Miss Manion.

How do you do? How do you do?

Let's see.

That looks pretty good.

Reed: I beg your pardon.

This young lady is trying to--

would you please? I'm sure you don't mind.

I mind very well.

Now look what you've done.

I'm sorry. We'll take another.

That's all right, Joan.

Oh, Sir Charles, I think it might be better

without the champagne.

Oh, quite so. Wartime.

Mm-hmm.

Now... great big smile.

How's that?

All right. Hold it, Sir Charles.

Gee, that was a pip.

Pip?

I'm sorry, Sir Charles. I'll have to get it again.

Do you mind?

Oh, quite so.

Joan: Mac, I'd like to have a nice candid shot of you.

Ok? Let's see.

Uh-huh. Nice, big smile now.

Joan: Hello.

Got it. Thanks, Mac.