In the bean field, Peevy and Cliff edge closer to the half-buried Lucky Lindy statue, with the rocket pack still running. Cliff reaches over and turns off the engine. The flames stop and the fans wind down.
“Boy, that must have woke up the whole valley,” says Peevy. “Pick ‘er up! Come on, let’s get out of here.” Cliff and Peevy grab the statue and start lugging Lindy back to the truck.
“Peevy,” says Cliff, “You’d pay to see a man fly, wouldn’t you?”
“Ha!” replies Peevy. “You’ve got to be out of your mind.”
“Look,” says Cliff, “I’m talking about making some real money here – – not just ten bucks a show, but enough to get us back on our feet and into the Nationals!”
“Are your eyes painted on, Clifford?” replies Peevy. “This thing is like strapping nitroglycerin to your back. Besides, the feds are mixed up in this.”
“I don’t want to keep it,” says Cliff, “I-I just want to borrow it for a while.”
“Clifford,” says Peevy, “when you borrow something and you don’t tell nobody… they call that stealing, you know.”
“Just a couple of weeks,” says Cliff. “As soon as we can afford a new plane, we’ll give it back. I swear!”
“Clifford, ” says Peevy, “did you see what this thing did back there?”
Cliff stops and turns around. “You’re always telling me what a genius you are, Peev — fix it!” Peevy puts Lindy’s feet back on the ground.
“We’re gonna need one hell of a lawyer,” says Peevy. Cliff stands the statue upright and examines the chunk taken out of Lindy’s head.
“I think we’re gonna need a hel-” begins Clifford.
In This Minute
Alan Arkin as Peevy
Bill Campbell as Cliff Secord