Amelia Page #3

You must know again

my reluctance to marry,

my feeling

that I shatter thereby my life in flying,

which means so much to me.

In this connection,

I may have to keep some place

where I can go to be myself now and then,

for I cannot guarantee to endure at all

the confinements of

even an attractive cage.

"In our life together,

"I shall not hold you

to any medieval code of faithfulness to me

"nor shall I consider myself

bound to you similarly.

"I must exact a cruel promise.

"And that is, you will let me go in a year

"if we find no happiness together. "

Only you, my dear Amelia,

could say those brutal words to me

and still have me wanting to be with you.

Forever.

Amelia, do you promise to love,

honor and obey this man...

Excuse me, sir?

May we take that back a bit, please?

Love, yes, if it's warranted.

Honor, same thing.

Obey, I can't promise that

under any circumstances,

but the groom understands that.

Please remove "obey" from the prayer

so we can wrap this up

before the bride runs off.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Announcing

the first Women's Air Derby,

racing from Santa Monica to Cleveland.

Yeah, that's fine.

What's this we're hearing?

Advance press release.

The gentlemen who are running the Derby

are about to announce

the race has to end west of the Rockies.

- What?

- Mmm-hmm.

That's absurd,

they're cutting out half the route.

What are they thinking?

They're thinking that it would be bad press

when you girls

start smashing into the Rocky Mountains.

How dare they? I'm gonna have

a word with these gentlemen.

Wait, wait, wait. No, no.

Come here and walk with me.

I think it would benefit women fliers

everywhere if Amelia won the Derby.

You know, the publicity

would put the race and all of you

up there with the boys.

Well, maybe I'll win the race myself.

Well, you can't win if your plane doesn't

pass the final inspection.

And let me predict that it won't.

- Well, that's a threat.

- No. A prediction.

Amelia's the one who said I shouldn't

let anybody turn me around.

Yeah, she probably meant me.

Well, obviously

she doesn't see me as a threat.

Oh, sure, she does.

She just doesn't care.

Hey, Gladys!

I let the boys in charge know,

in no uncertain terms,

we're not changing our route!

We'll sail

over those mountains like we're eagles.

I'm an intensely loyal person, Elinor.

This is what my loyalty requires.

Lady Lindy herself, Amelia Earhart!

Clear!

Amelia Earhart

organizes a competition for women pilots.

Nine cities in nine days.

Tragedy strikes,

and there are crashes along the way.

The race continues.

Thousands plan to be on hand

to witness those who make it

as they approach the finish line.

Here they come, folks.

In first place,

Louise Thaden from Bentonville, Arkansas!

In second place, Gladys O'Donnell

from Long Beach, California.

Third place goes

to Amelia Earhart, Atchison, Kansas!

How does it feel to finish third?

A victory for any woman flier is

a victory for me.

I'd like

to add my congratulations to Louise Thaden

and announce that

we have formed an organization

to promote women in aviation.

Ninety-nine women pilots have applied,

so we're calling it The Ninety-Nines.

And we're going to fly forever!

- George?

- Mmm-hmm?

- I've been thinking.

- Yes?

I want to fly the Atlantic.

You already have.

As a passenger. It doesn't count.

I want to fly it solo.

It's been five years since Lindbergh.

No one has made it solo.

Fourteen have died trying.

I'll make it. I know I will.

And if you don't?

I'd rather face a watery grave

than go on living as a fraud.

What's wrong with that?

I've been very successful at it.

Amelia Earhart demonstrates

her flying prowess and adventurous spirit.

And now she is set to climb to new heights

on her second attempt

to cross the Atlantic.

No more a passenger,

this time Miss Earhart will do it alone.

Still sleepy?

Well, I'll nap on the way.

Good news about flying solo,

no one making noise.

Do you have money?

No.

A whole 20?

I spent our money on ocean liner passage.

Going to bring you back.

It's non-refundable.

Please do your part.

I will.

Well, see you.

Please clear the runway for takeoff.

See you.

Presently all clear over the Atlantic,

keeping an eye

on a storm system south of the route.

It was a night of stars,

of tropic loveliness.

Stars hung outside

my cockpit window near enough to touch.

If Lindbergh did it, you can do it.

No sign of Miss Earhart yet,

Mr. Putnam, sir.

If she's on course, the moon should be

with her the rest of the way.

Weather updates are coming in

every quarter-hour from Kemble.

Le Bourget Airport, France.

A galaxy of press,

well-wishers and ambassadors alike

has gathered here in Paris in

anticipation of the historic moment

when Amelia Earhart will touch down

where Lindbergh did years ago.

The world waits with bated breath

as Amelia flies solo

across the Atlantic Ocean.

- Jimmy, look at that there.

- What do you see?

Excuse me, sir. Where am I?

Uh...

In Gallagher's pasture.

Where are you supposed to be?

When I left, I was aiming for Paris.

Oh.

You missed, you know.

It's over there.

Well, hello, sheep!

Yes.

Miss Earhart has arrived safely, sir.

She's landed in Ireland.

Wonderful. Wonderful news!

Journey's end.

Here she is,

safe and sound on a farm in Ireland

having just completed the first flight

by a woman across the Atlantic.

And there's the little plane

in which she's broken all records.

Well done. Well done.

Action!

You're on vacation

with Amelia Earhart luggage.

Travel the Nile, moonlight...

I'm sorry, I can't say this.

I try to put the freedom

that is flying into my clothes!

Eastman Kodak cameras.

Travel the world, save your memories.

The second person to fly the Atlantic solo,

- and the first one to fly it twice.

- Standing room only, good.

Fourteen hours and 54 minutes.

Are you staying for this?

No, I can't.

I gotta meet the features editor at the Post

and then organize

that photo shoot for the new luggage line.

What's wrong with you today?

Here I am jumping through hoops

like a white horse in the circus.

That's what's wrong.

The only way that

we can finance your flying

is to make enough money

to finance your flying.

...Amelia Earhart!

Go on out there.

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

Oh. Please! Miss Earhart?

An autograph, please.

Miss Earhart, please.

Miss Earhart?

- What's your name?

- Gore.

That's an unusual name.

I know. I don't much like it.

We blame his mother.

She was a Gore,

roots going back to colonial times.

Hello.

God, do I have to wade through that?

You will have two Vidal men

to protect you. You'll be fine.

You are so much prettier

than your pictures.

Well, thank you, but that...

Have you heard from Lindbergh?

What did he say?

"Well done. "

Are you gonna write another book?

Yes, if my husband

has anything to say about it.

Take my hand.

Come on, Gore.

Let's you and I lead Miss Earhart to safety.

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