Amelia Page #2
Seems like we got a situation here,
a real problem.
When you figure it out,
Commander, let us know.
I don't even know
what the hell I'm saying anymore.
Here's to Little Miss Earhart,
who couldn't lift a pigeon off the ground!
What time is it?
It's time to fly.
Get up, get dressed, we're going now.
Where's the weather report?
It's not good enough.
Great.
Either we fly to Ireland
or you're going home today.
Well, it's not good enough.
It's fine. There's a tailwind all the way.
We'll off-load to 700 gallons,
which gets us off the water
and the wind will get us to Ireland.
You're dumping fuel? You're serious?
Just as serious as you're hung-over.
Slim, you go now. Get the late weather.
We'll meet you at the plane.
Slim, go. I've got this.
I've loved one person unconditionally, Bill.
He's the most caring and generous
and charming
and flat-out funny guy I'll ever know.
He's my father.
He's a drunk,
and he's let me down all my life.
Now you get out of that goddamn bed,
and you fly that plane to Ireland,
or I swear to you, I will.
Good. Slim, start the engines.
This report indicates some degree of risk.
It's a risk I'm taking.
Have a nice flight.
Read tomorrow's papers, Bill!
We'll both be in them.
So, to take off,
you pull back on the thing, right?
Go get 'em, Amelia!
Start the clock!
Let's hope this works!
We're up.
We're up. We're up!
- Good work!
- Well done, Commander!
The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits, looking over harbor and city,
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Listen.
The motors are humming sweetly.
And I feel at home.
You okay?
Be better off if the damn radio would
join the party!
Mr. Putnam! There's a call coming in.
Putnam.
I'm afraid we've lost contact
with Miss Earhart's plane, sir.
Keep me informed. Thank you.
We've been flying for 19 hours plus.
How far to land?
Radio is still out.
There's no way to compute wind speed
and drift in the clouds,
so God only knows where Ireland is.
There may be an hour of gasoline left.
Probably less.
If we land on the water now,
we might have a rescue.
And a failure!
That's out.
Hold on to something, for Christ's sake!
Slim, go help her.
Hang on! Okay, I'm coming. Hold on.
Got it. Take my hand.
- Hang on, Slim!
- Help!
You boys all right?
Oh, God!
Land.
Land. Look.
We got land!
We did it!
We're alive!
Nice work!
Amazing!
Glory, hallelujah!
We made it!
Hello!
Hello there!
Hello, young lady!
Fine young fella.
Hello!
Hello there, gentlemen. Hello!
What do you make of that?
Hurry up with it.
You're going to miss it.
Hurry up, man!
Welcome, Miss Earhart!
Miss Earhart!
Morgan, be careful.
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