Amelia Page #2
And I feel at home.
You okay?
Be better off if the damn radio would
join the party!
Mr. Putnam! There's a call coming in.
Putnam.
I'm afraid we've lost contact
with Miss Earhart's plane, sir.
Keep me informed. Thank you.
We've been flying for 19 hours plus.
How far to land?
Radio is still out.
There's no way to compute wind speed
and drift in the clouds,
so God only knows where Ireland is.
There may be an hour of gasoline left.
Probably less.
If we land on the water now,
we might have a rescue.
And a failure!
That's out.
Hold on to something, for Christ's sake!
Slim, go help her.
Hang on! Okay, I'm coming. Hold on.
Got it. Take my hand.
- Hang on, Slim!
- Help!
You boys all right?
Oh, God!
Land.
Land. Look.
We got land!
We did it!
We're alive!
Nice work!
Amazing!
Glory, hallelujah!
We made it!
Hello!
Hello there!
Hello, young lady!
Fine young fella.
Hello!
Hello there, gentlemen. Hello!
What do you make of that?
Hurry up with it.
You're going to miss it.
Hurry up, man!
Welcome, Miss Earhart!
Miss Earhart!
Morgan, be careful.
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.
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
"Oh, Lord, please let this last"
We seemed to float right through the air
Heavenly songs
Seemed to come from everywhere
And now when there's moonglow
Way up in the blue
I'll always remember
That moonglow gave me you
Hello, Elinor.
Mr. Putnam.
Yes, please come in.
Amelia.
Miss Smith.
I've been following your career
with a great deal of admiration.
Oh, Miss Earhart,
you are such an inspiration.
I never get tired
of reading about you.
They're saying
you get $500 a week on the lecture circuit.
- On a good week.
- On a bad week.
Depends on
whether you want the real or the sell.
Oh, I don't underestimate
the value of selling.
A 16-year-old girl
makes headlines illegally flying
under the four bridges of the East River.
You don't seem to need
much help selling yourself.
Actually, Mr. Putnam,
me what you've done to her.
What's your primary ambition?
To take Amelia's place as
- You want a tip?
- I do.
If I listened to everyone
who said it was impossible,
I'd never be flying.
Don't let anyone turn you around.
You're all here.
Thank you.
So lovely to see you.
- Hello.
Good evening.
Good evening, Miss Earhart.
Marvelous party.
Oh, Amelia. This is Gene Vidal.
Amelia Earhart, the aviatrix.
She's a friend of George's.
How do you do, Miss Earhart?
Quite well, Mr. Vidal.
Thank you.
I understand you're writing a book
about your transatlantic journey
under the tutelage of the master.
Yes.
You enjoying your stay here in Rye?
I must say, I'm a bit out of my element.
The distance between this world
and where I come from
is as great as the distance
between the sun and the moon.
And you believe the whole
"opposites attract" theory is...
Pure hooey.
- Where are you from?
- Kansas.
"Hooey" is a Kansas word?
Yes, I suppose it is.
Public relations.
It's a new field, entirely new.
It's not publicity, not promotion.
Miss Earhart. May I call you Amelia?
We may be from different worlds,
but we have more in common
than you might imagine.
- Is that so?
- Yes. I'm a teacher,
at West Point, true, but still a teacher.
What do you teach?
Flying.
Listen, Amelia...
This is the first time
I've ever seen you stumped for a word.
What is it?
Marry me.
- What?
- I want you to marry me.
I don't want to get married, George.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Don't you see
you and I embarking on a new life?
Dear George.
Only I can make a
fulfilling life for myself.
I don't believe
that one can have a fulfilled life alone.
Only when it's shared.
Let me share your life with you.
Let me try to give you whatever you want.
When I was a little girl,
for my seventh birthday
my father gave me a globe.
And I'd spend hours just spinning it slowly,
reading the names of all those strange,
faraway places.
Morocco. Spain. Ethiopia.
Dreaming that someday
like a wayfarer,
a traveler,
a vagabond.
I want to be free, George.
To be a vagabond of the air.
I'll help you get there.
Thanks.
Hello!
Give me the camera.
I am on my shining adventure,
flying the world.
No borders, just horizons.
Only freedom.
Dear G.P.,
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