The Hindenburg Page #5

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We'll stay on course

and try to outrun the storm.

She's on her way, sir.

Left Frankfurt ten minutes ago.

8:
18 by their clock.

- Now we sweat, Hank.

- Yes, sir.

- Till 6:
00 a.m. Thursday.

- Listen to this.

"No voyager on the Hindenburg

need fear fire from within the ship."

Et cetera, et cetera.

That's the same magazine that predicted

Landon would beat Roosevelt in 32 states.

That's why I read Ballyhoo

exclusively, sir.

Every time she puts in here

it's like walking on a crate of eggs.

A booby-trapped crate of eggs.

Remember what happened the last time

we took the Los Angeles up?

Yes, sir. If we hadn't had helium,

we wouldn't be here.

Have you found it, Colonel?

- Found what?

- There are no secrets on zeppelins.

Let's hope not.

- When do we eat? - A light supper

will be served at 10:00, sir.

It's important that you put me

at Mr. Reed Channing's table.

I've been checking on his dog.

You should not have gone

back there, Mr. Spah.

It's against regulations.

So, don't say anything.

Okay, comrade?

Well, I still say the French line

has the best society.

Daddy.

There's something

I've been meaning to show you.

A young man at the airfield

gave me this.

- He told me...

- Where did you get that?

- Daddy, I'm trying to tell you.

- Give it to me, dumpling.

Valerie, your father's right.

You shouldn't accept gifts

from strange men.

- Mother!

- Enough.

She's a pretty little thing.

Only 4,000 miles to go.

I'd better meet her.

- Four thousand, one hundred.

- Excuse me?

- We've got 4,100 miles to go.

- Right.

Ah, Holland.

Nine minutes late.

Or do you make it ten, Mr. Douglas?

Bring me a beer, please.

When you are quite through,

may I, Mr. Bajetta?

Only one damn lighter.

Hell on cigar smokers.

Filthy habit, cigars.

Oh, no.

Join me, Colonel?

Gring adores it.

But it's true, sir.

Right in there on the bar.

The pen stood upright

for more than two hours.

That's how steady the Hindenburg flies.

Let's have a go at it ourselves,

shall we? Who has a pen?

Do you mind, old boy?

- Uh, yes, I need my pen.

- Not for a few minutes, surely. Come along.

Fifty quid the bally pen

will be toppled in less than an hour.

- Really, this is nonsense.

- Leave it. Be a sport.

- I'll take the bet.

- Righto. Anyone else?

Howell! You'll defend the honor

of old Eli, won't you?

- It's Harvard.

- A hundred did you say.

Gentleman from Yale wagers $100.

I didn't say that. I said it's...

What would we bet, Colonel?

The honor of the Third Reich...

- also hangs in the balance.

- On so thin a thread.

Five hundred marks

it stands eight hours.

I'll take that bet.

Will you watch it

through the night with me?

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