Julie Page #7

with nobody to fly it.

Well, now I know that was a shot.

Don't you think so? I know it was.

I'm going to see

for myself!

No, no! Wait!

You can't go in there!

Aah!

Pardon me.

Ohh!

Stop it! Stop it!

How dare you handle

the woman that way!

Please, everybody stop it. Move on

to your seats! Please, please do not panic.

The captain has been

injured, and we need a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

I'll get my bag.

Please sit down. Everyone, please go back

to your seats. Everything will be all right.

Please go back

to your seats!

When hysteria gets out of hand like that it, madam,

it can be fatal. It had to be stopped. -We're very sorry.

Please take your seats!

Will you please be seated?

Everything's going to

be all right. Now, please in the back-

will the passengers in the back

please take your seats again?

Thank you.

Val, do everything you can

to keep the atmosphere light

till I get back.

Oh, I'll try, but I have

a basket of questions to ask you.

Gum?

Well, we're going to have

one break anyway-

nice clear morning.

Doctor, was he hit?

Yes, and it's more

serious than he thought.

Jack.

And the captain?

He's dead.

How bad is that wound,

doctor, really?

You'd better know

the truth.

He's liable to

black out at anytime.

It's that bad?

That bad.

If there was any guarantee

of my staying conscious,

I'd put it down in the

nearest cabbage patch.

A shot of adrenaline chloride

should help some-

that'll retard the internal hemorrhaging.

Julie, there might be

another pilot onboard.

No, there isn't. I've already asked.

Did you alarm

those passengers?

No, I didn't alarm them. I put it in such a way that they

thought I was asking for another reason, don't worry.

Good going.

We're out of luck.

Yeah, Julie asked.

Yes, yes. I know. I know.

That's our only out.

Thank you.

Looks pretty grim, Julie.

I'm not going to

set down in Sacramento.

I just can't take the chance,

not on any "heads I make it,

tails I don't" basis.

This is the first officer.

We are returning

to San Francisco.

We'll land in

approximately 26 minutes

At International Airport.

International Airport?

Jack, why are you going

to San Francisco?

For two reasons-

I need the daylight,

and, even more important, I need precision

radar. It's the only field that has it.

But the weather's clear.

Honey, will you sit

in that seat, please?

Julie, will you sit in the seat?

Jack!

The tower can tell enough

from their radar screen

to bring the ship in

and land it,

if someone follows their instructions

- someone with guts.

Jack, I can't.

You've got to.

Look, Julie, it can be done

if you just...

If I black out on you,

it's gonna be that, or else.

But it doesn't make any sense

because I can't fly!

Will you put on the

earphones? Obey instructions.

I'd do it, but I can't leave this man.

Not if we want to keep him going.

I don't dare ask for

a volunteer at random.

There's no telling what kind

of character we're liable to draw.

Besides, it would panic

the passengers for sure.

I think you should know

something.

You'd better not pull

any punches, doctor.

This is no time for it

Your pulse

is getting weaker.

If you faint,

this amytal nitrate

should revive you

for a time.

For a time?

Julie, I've seen

you under fire. You're it.

You've been around airplanes long enough

to know something

about them.

Once I flew a plane, Jack. The pilot gave me the

controls. We were deadheading with no passengers.

This is

not flying alone,

and it's not

landing the plane!

Have you got your feet

on the rudder pedals?

Yes.

Good, now hold 'em steady. All right,

now grip the wheel.

Grip it tight.

It takes a lot

of strength to hold it.

Yes, I remember.

I managed it before.

Good. Time's running

against us.

I'm taking it out of

automatic control.

It's all yours, Julie.

You're on your own.

Do you know how

to use the ailerons?

I think so.

We'll see. I'm going

to drop the left wing.

All right. Now right

the ship. Bring it back.

That's it.

No, no. You've

overcorrected, honey.

Back again. There.

No, no. No.

Back the other way.

Keeping the nose level is one

thing the tower can't help with.

Doctor,

help her watch it.

Right.

No, that's too much.

Now back up.

That's it. No, no.

Julie, easy.

Easy. Down.

That's it.

All right.

Now, I'm throwing

the ship off course.

All right.

Now stop the turn.

Now bring it back.

Bring it back, Julie.

That's it.

No, back a little.

Julie, back, back.

Nose down, Julie.

Nose down.

Ugh!

That's good.

Oh, Julie,

that's all right.

Oh!

Oh!

This is the radar equipment.

Have you identified

the flight?

Yes. They're

over Livermore now.

We identify a ship on the radar screen

by having the pilot make several large turns.

He's letting her get

the feel of the controls.

How is she doing?

Terrific.

He's turning her over to us in a minute.

Fella's getting pretty weak, though.

Almost passed out once.

San Francisco tower,

this is Tri-state 74.

Tri-State 74 hold position.

We have an emergency.

We'll call when it's clear.

This is really

something.

She can pull it off all right,

if she'll just keep her

head and her nerve.

That's mostly

what it will take.

You'll understand when

you see how we do it.

Having nearly a

9,000-foot runway- that helps a lot, too.

San Francisco tower,

this is Northern 97 over Palo Alto

for landing instructions.

Northern 97, Maintain a position

in VFR condition, vicinity Palo Alto.

We have an emergency.

We'll notify you

when it's clear.

There they go

- all the equipment we can muster.

San Francisco tower,

this is Amalgamated 36.

Stewardess Benton

is now ready to take over.

We have the aircraft

in positive radar contact now.

This is the aircraft-

we have radar contact right here,

17-mile-range mark.

Good.

You didn't stop that left

turn promptly enough.

Stop right turn.

That's it.

You're on course.

Nose down a little more.

Stop.

Reduce speed slightly.

That's it.

Very good.

Julie, remember

what I told you.

All four throttles at once.

Right, left wing-

it's dipping.

You're on the ball, doctor.

You're going too

high on the glide path.

Bring it down.

That's good.

Now hold it there.

This thing's got me.

This blip is our plane. The presentation

shows distance from the runway.

There's the runway.

If she goes to the right or left,

of this line, she's off course.

You can see this light moving

closer to the field all the time.

Now here's our ship on the

other presentation.

This one gives us distance and height.

This line shows the angle of descent.

It's our job

to keep Julie Benton

right on both lines.

This will bring her out,

smack on the edge of the runway,

lined up dead center.

It's calibrated

down to feet.

It gives us almost as much dope

as if we were in the cockpit ourselves.

Put it this way- we're using the girl

as an instrument

to transmit our instructions

to the controls.

So she can understand,

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