Amelia Page #6

temporarily grounded her.

She will push on to Bangkok,

then Papua New Guinea

before heading east

toward her final destination, California.

We should go, Fred.

Oh, come on! You're not really taking off?

It's only going to get heavier.

We could be stuck here for days,

even weeks.

It's only 700 miles to Bangkok,

it's lighter there.

To get that far in a monsoon,

you'd need divine help!

Chai?

Thank you.

Come on, Fred.

You think we should turn back, huh?

Nope. I think we shouldn't have come.

Hi, Joan.

Hello, Frances.

You look beat, lady.

That's funny, you look tip-top.

Why don't you grab a few hours of sleep?

Might as well keep you company.

I've got some good flying stories.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You and your old George.

That's a touching love story.

An honest one, if I say so myself.

I wonder if it's honest enough for George.

If you mean Gene,

we're not together anymore.

In that way. Not for a long time.

You don't think I love my husband?

Actually, I do.

In a certain way.

But you disapprove of how I live?

Hell, no.

It's just like me.

In fact, it's like most guys I know.

Meaning?

Guys love their wives, their girlfriends.

Doesn't mean they don't take advantage

of an opportunity.

If you have a point, make it.

I believe I have.

All you need to do

is just show up tomorrow morning,

show up sober,

and get me to Howland Island.

Ready, ma'am.

Thank you.

Feel like stepping out for a smoke?

Oh, I don't smoke.

Or something?

Earhart here.

Putnam here.

You should be sleeping.

You should be working.

I'm running a big adventure here.

I'm a very important fellow.

You told me I was the star

and you'd be nearby,

a small particle of dust

in my constellation.

I thought I was joking.

Guess the joke's on me.

I'll be in Honolulu on the third

and with you in Oakland

on the Fourth of July, okay?

Don't keep me waiting.

I won't dare.

How's Fred? On the wagon?

I sent you my movies to lighten the plane.

You wouldn't sell a salesman, would you?

Fred is fine.

He's calculating

headwind speed versus fuel as we speak.

So what's that I hear in your voice?

Is he drinking?

I can handle it.

All right, call it off. Call it off now.

Right now, Amelia. I mean it. Right now.

I can handle it.

After the Fourth, we're going home.

Where is that?

For me? Anywhere you are.

I'm going to like it there.

I'd better,

since this is going to be my last flight.

If you insist.

I love you.

Should I let you go now?

No, never.

I'll go tell the world you're on your way.

See you,

my darling.

See you, my love.

It looks like she's ready to leave.

Might be easier to just shoot me.

Traveling light, is all.

You got room for 180 pounds of a**hole?

Ma'am, I'm so sorry.

It's fine. Everything is.

- Have you filled the other side?

- Mmm-hmm.

Not more than a month ago,

I was on the other shore of the Pacific,

looking westward.

This morning,

I look eastward over the Pacific.

In these fast-moving days

that have intervened,

the whole width of the world

has passed behind us

except this broad ocean.

I shall be glad when we have

the hazards of this navigation behind us.

Mr. Balfour, come in, over.

Mr. Putnam.

The headwinds were stronger

than they knew when they took off.

I recalculated the fuel.

It'll cost them nine percent.

Nine percent.

King How Able Queen Queen.

Can you read me?

King How Able Queen Queen.

Can you read me?

Mr. Putnam, I can't reach them, sir.

I tried voice and Morse Code.

No, forget Morse Code.

They didn't take the receiver.

Just stay with voice. You'll get them.

At ease, sailor.

The direction finder.

How long has this been left on?

The battery's dead.

Itasca, this is Earhart.

We're about 200 miles out.

Sky overcast. Over.

That's her, on 3105.

She said "cloudy and overcast. "

Itasca, this is Earhart.

Sky overcast. Over.

We are receiving your signal.

Please acknowledge ours.

What is your position

and ETA Howland? Over.

Itasca, this is Earhart.

Unable to hear you, over.

Earhart, this is Itasca.

Did you receive transmission?

King How Able Queen Queen.

Please acknowledge our signals on key.

Please acknowledge. Over.

She's having trouble

with voice transmission. Stay with Morse.

Itasca, this is King How Able Queen Queen.

Been unable to receive you by radio.

Cannot take bearing on you.

If you can hear this,

please take bearing on us.

Earhart's signal strength 4.

Please take bearing on us

and report in half an hour.

We'll make noise in microphone.

We are about 100 miles out.

Over.

She's got to stay on longer.

On air too briefly, bearing's impossible.

Maybe her Morse receiver's out.

King How Able Queen Queen.

This is Itasca.

Can't take bearing on 3105.

Please send on 500.

Or do you want to take bearing on us?

Over.

Intercom top deck.

Double-check the smoke stack.

O'Hare to top deck. Top deck, come in.

They should

be able to see that for 20 miles at least.

Itasca, this is King How Able Queen Queen.

We must be on you, but cannot see you.

Fuel is running low.

Been unable to receive you by radio.

We are flying at altitude 1,000 feet. Over.

We are receiving you and transmitting on

Itasca, we are circling,

but cannot hear you. Over.

King How Able Queen Queen,

this is Itasca. Your signal is strong.

Are you receiving this? Over.

Itasca, this is King How Able Queen Queen.

We received your signal,

but unable to take bearing.

Please take bearing on us

and answer on 3105 with voice. Over.

Your signal received okay.

It is impossible to take a bearing on 3105

on your voice.

Send us a longer transmission,

please. Over.

A report has come in

from the ship for Mr. Putnam.

Oh, God.

Miss Earhart has

finally received transmission from Itasca.

Keep us at 7500.

That's her only acknowledgment.

You've got her signal, damn it.

What about the direction finder?

Cipriani reports the battery's dead, sir.

It was left on all night,

so we can't track her.

King How Able Queen Queen to Itasca.

Earhart, will you

please come in and reply on 500?

We are transmitting constantly on 7500

and we cannot hear you on 500.

Despite constant attempts,

the USS Itasca

has lost contact with Amelia Earhart.

Come on.

Come on.

King How Able Queen Queen to Itasca.

We are on the position line 157-337.

We are running north and south.

Over.

We hear you. We hear you.

Are you receiving us?

Earhart, this is Itasca.

Did you receive transmission?

Itasca to Earhart, come in, please.

All the things

I never said for so very long,

look up, they're in my eyes.

Everyone has oceans to fly.

As long as you have the heart to do it.

Is it reckless? Maybe.

But what do dreams know of boundaries?

I think about the hands I have held,

the places I've seen,

the vast lands whose dirt is

caked on the bottom of my shoes.

The world has changed me.

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