The High and the Mighty Page #5

and the sheriff's knocking on the door...

Look, I didn't mean it that way.

- Are you?

- Am I what?

Are you...

You know.

- Me?

- You.

Oh, Milo. No.

Whatever gave you such an idea?

I don't know.

Prof. Flaherty. Welcome.

Are we to believe

you are at last resolved

to abandon the arts

and return to science?

If so, we rejoice.

We have sorely missed your help

and advice.

You're doing all right.

You'll find out how to blow up the world

all by your little selves.

It won't be long now and blooie.

Congratulations.

Professor, we all appreciate the fact

that you've been under enormous strain.

We deeply regret

that a man of your calibre

no longer sees fit to cooperate with us.

Cooperate?

I had a seat on a nice little campus

even if I wasn't making much money,

or my students didn't know

what I was talking about.

And I played pretty good golf

and I slept nights.

I was happy because I figured

it was still God's business

to monkey around with the universe.

He can fix a star

so it'll burn for a billion years.

Keep going and you'll find out

how to burn one up in a minute.

Did any of you ever bother

to look at the lagoon out there?

It's beautiful and blue,

and the people around it

are brown and kind

and they did know

how to laugh and sing.

Only now all the fishes

in the lagoon are dead.

And the people are scared forever.

They don't sing anymore.

You found a way to blow out a window

65 miles away from the impact point.

Only, suppose there's a mother

standing in that window

with a baby in her arms?

Professor,

I suggest you go to your tent

and rest for a while.

I'll arrange transport back to the States

for you at the earliest possible moment.

Yeah, do that.

I want to find a shepherd in the hills

or a mountain in the mist,

and paint their picture

before it's too late.

So, you'll please forgive me

another question, Captain.

Aren't you sometimes a little afraid?

I've made almost 200 flights

across here

and I feel a lot safer

than if I were driving my car.

I've got a lovely wife and two kids,

another on the way.

I wouldn't be doing this

if I didn't think it was safe.

You hedged, Captain.

You didn't answer my question.

Come now,

be a good honest fellow

and tell me exactly what frightened you?

They were technical incidents. I don't

think you'd understand, Mr Pardee.

I understand perfectly.

For some reason,

you were afraid you wouldn't reach

your Biblical span of life.

Which is precisely what's bothering me

at the moment.

I'm convinced I couldn't swim

from here to the nearest shore.

You won't have to swim, Mr Pardee.

Suppose one of your motors

ceases to function?

We'd just go back to Honolulu. These

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