Jet Pilot

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As an officer,

I'm entitled to certain privileges,

one of which is that

I not only be treated respectfully,

but that I be addressed

in a language I can understand.

You likey speechski?

I guess that'll hold you.

Let's get rid of this parachute.

What air base in Siberia

did you take off from, Lieutenant?

I'm not going to answer that.

How much fuel did she have left?

The bottom of the tank

was still a little damp.

Take your thumb

out of that soup, Major.

Sit down, Lieutenant.

We can talk while you're eating.

Well, why don't you sit down and eat?

Aren't you hungry?

Yes, but not hungry enough

to talk against my country.

Look, lady, we were under the impression

that you came here

to get away from your country.

I came here to prevent myself

from getting shot.

Why would they wanna shoot you?

I did something that was wrong.

You did?

I can't believe it.

What did you do?

- Disobeyed an order

of my commanding officer.

- What kind of an order?

It was in regard to tactics,

so I naturally can't explain it.

That sounds reasonable.

Who asked you? Hello?

Oh, put him through.

Palmer Field. General Black.

Hello. Hello, General. Yes.

The plane looks like a Soviet version

of our T-33.

She's right here in my office.

I can't tell you exactly

what I think of it.

But either she or that jet

must be pretty good to get this far.

Sir? Well, no,

she isn't very talkative.

All I've been able to get out of her

is some baloney about

why she flew the coup.

What is that baloney?

Yes, sir.

Sausage.

I was thinking of having Rexford

fly her down in the C-47.

But I said nothing about sausage.

No, sir.

Nobody did. But he's one of those men

who suspects everything

he can't understand.

Oh.

Yes, sir.

Good-bye, sir.

Why don't you believe me?

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