The Flight of the Phoenix Page #4

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Close it up! Come on!

Close it up! Okay, now, get aboard.

MORAN:

Push. Push.

Get in there, lock it up!

MORAN:

Here it comes!

TOWNS:

Get inside. Come on!

Let's get the door closed.

How are you feeling?

Better have some more of this.

Come on. Up you come.

[COUGHING]

I think you like this better than I do.

That's all right. As a matter of fact,

I've given it up.

How is he doing?

Oh, he's fine. We'll have him back

with his wife in no time.

But maybe too late.

No, you can't tell. Perhaps she'll

be better by the time you get there.

No, she would never send a cable.

My wife is a very modest person.

She'd send a cable

only if it were something bad.

Now, don't you worry.

We'll get you out of here.

He's right, Gabriele.

[MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

The sandstorm will make it

more difficult, won't it?

What, finding us?

No, simplify things no end, old chap.

They'll bloody well give up.

Are you frightened?

You don't want to be despondent,

old man.

Wait till the water runs out,

then you can really start laughing.

They wouldn't really just give up looking,

would they?

Never.

Don't you worry, me old duck,

they'll find us.

Trouble is, we'll all be dead.

[CONNIE FRANCIS'

"SENZA FINE" PLAYS]

Give that to the boy for a little while.

To the boy.

Thank you.

TOWNS:
I told Standish we wouldn 't

even have time to think about lunch.

That was three days ago.

This is our fifth day.

Most of them still believe it's only a

matter of time before we're picked up.

I wish I could be sure of that.

This heat is intolerable.

You should come here in the summer.

It's lovely.

Hey, sarge, look at this!

Hey, Abdul!

They went that way.

Abdul!

Your mates went flashing through here

on a herd of camels about an hour ago.

[MONKEY CHATTERS]

[PLANE ENGINES ROARING

IN THE DISTANCE]

STANDISH:

Can they see us?

BELLAMY:
There it is.

HARRIS:
Where?

CROW:

Yeah, I see it. Up there!

BELLAMY:

Hey! Down here!

- Down here!

CROW:
Down here!

- Hey!

- Down here!

Down here!

- Come on!

CROW:
Come down here!

HARRIS:

Hey, come on! Get down here!

- Here we are!

- Down here!

- Come on!

- Hey! Hey!

- Hey!

CROW:
Come on!

WATSON:
Come on down here!

STANDISH:
Come down here!

BELLAMY:
Come on!

CROW:
Come back here!

It's pretty high.

Probably about 30,000.

More like 35. Couldn't be

the airlines, not in this area.

I don't think they could see

us even if they were looking for us.

BELLAMY:
Hey!

CROW:
Come on!

MORAN:

No, I suppose not.

MEN:
Hey!

- All right, come on now, forget it.

- You're wasting time, they didn't see us.

- Bloody pilots.

All them flares do is make a lousy stink.

Might as well quit using them.

There'll be nothing.

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