“One of the fallen angels of the Air Force,” says the junk man. “Well, pardon me if I show no sympathy. While you glamour boys were up in the wild blue yonder, I was down in a tank.”
“Listen, chum,” says Fred.”Sometime I’ll be glad to hear the story of your “war experiences.’ What I asked you for was a job. Have you got one?”
“Do you know anything about building?” asks the man.
“No. But there’s one thing I do know: I know how to learn,” says Fred. “Same as I learned that job up there.”
The junk man looks Fred over, then turns to another man.
“Hey, Gus!” shouts the junk man.
“Yes?” says Gus.
“See if you think this guy can be of any use to us,” says the junk man.
“Thanks,” says Fred, taking off his flight jacket.
Later, there are many cars parked in front of the Parrish home.
Butch is seated at a piano in the living room, surrounded by children.
“Now, children, let’s remember the words,” says Butch. “The bride will come down those stairs. When I see her I’ll hit the first note, then I’ll nod my head, and then we’ll sing, huh? All right, let’s try it.”
Butch looks over his shoulder.
“Here she comes,” says Butch.
“Here…” begins several children.
Butch plays a note on the piano.
“Wait for the note,” says Butch.