Amelia Page #3

That's precious cargo!

There you go,

lovely lady. Watch your step.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Is it Irish tradition

to greet newcomers with song?

I couldn't say. This is Wales!

Bill, look!

Hello, Dorothy.

Are you going to be

the next girls to become pilots?

What?

It feels strange.

We haven't had a moment alone.

Just the two of us.

Miss Earhart,

do you have a statement for the Times?

We're so proud of you!

We love you, Amelia!

Amelia! Not in the rain!

I flew across the Atlantic!

Hold it right there.

Now, this is a list of the shots they want.

Do you have dirt on your face?

I believe you are referring to my freckles.

- They come with the skin.

- I don't like them.

Very heroic. Think Lindbergh.

Lady Lindy. That's what they'll call you.

As I look back on the flight,

I think of two questions

that have been asked me most frequently:

"Where are you going next?"

And "What did you wear?"

Lucky Strike endorsement.

I wrote the copy myself.

What does it say?

"I don't smoke, but you should"?

No, it says that Lucky Strikes were

the only cigarettes aboard the Friendship.

Which is true. I hid them under the seat.

True, maybe, but misleading.

Why would I sign that?

So that Bill and Slim get paid.

Amelia Earhart,

the only woman to fly across the Atlantic,

just can't keep her feet on the ground.

The publisher George Putnam

has commissioned her

to write a book on her flying adventures.

- Thanks, fellas!

You're welcome, Miss Earhart.

You didn't have to come get me.

You do have a dress to change into, I hope.

- Well, it's just a college class, George.

- No, no, no.

No. You have to take

every appearance seriously.

You never know what it might lead to.

Spoken by a man who should know.

What was that for?

Good luck?

What happened to tipping your hat

and crossing your fingers?

Oh, I'm afraid I'm way beyond that now,

like it or not.

I think I like it.

What did your mother say when she knew

you flew across the Atlantic?

Well, she sent a telegram

congratulating me

and then she said the next time

she wants to sit beside me in the cockpit.

How did it feel to fly over the ocean?

Were you scared?

When I looked down at the sea,

it seemed much like the sky to me.

As if the sky and the sea were the same.

I felt much as I do

when I'm flying upward toward the sun.

Transported somehow to a simple,

safe, beautiful place,

where everything is comprehensible.

Welcome to

the Chicago Congress Plaza Hotel.

Good night, Amelia.

Good night.

It must have been moonglow

Way up in the blue

It must have been moonglow

That led me straight to you

I still hear you...

Dance with me, George.

And I keep on praying

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