MovieReal: The Aviator Page #4

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...back on the silver screen, you must swear

to let me in on the casting session.

- I have an eye for talent. Isn't that right?

- You ought to give up prancing in tights...

...be a talent scout.

- That prancing paid for my new yacht.

You must all come sailing with me.

Catalina. What do you say?

- Catalina. Sounds grand. Yeah.

- I've even managed to coax...

...the luscious Miss De Havilland

and her equally luscious sister to come.

Though I fear their mother will insist on

coming, to preserve their questionable virtue.

We shall assault these twin monuments

of pristine Britannic beauty nonetheless.

- What do you say, Howard?

- Yeah?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah?

I gotta go.

If you'll excuse us, we have...

We have to be somewhere.

You are somewhere, Howard,

you madman.

- Somewhere else. Excuse us.

- Charmed, gentlemen.

Do help yourself to the poached pears.

I hear they're divine.

Well. Howard Hughes,

ladies and gentlemen.

Was that meant for me?

My hero. God, all that

Hollywood talk bores me silly.

As if there aren't more important things,

like Mussolini.

- Where are we going, by the way?

- Do you feel like a little adventure?

Do your worst, Mr. Hughes.

- Think you own this place, you limey bastard?

- I'm a Tasmanian bastard, you prick.

- Thataway, Errol.

- Let me at him!

That's Mr. Mayer's house right there.

Do you know where Jack Warner lives?

- What's that on the steering wheel?

- Cellophane.

If you had any idea of the crap

that people carry around on their hands.

What kind of crap?

You don't wanna know.

Hold on to the wheel for a bit.

That's too hard. Relax your hand.

Relax your hand.

You see, you gotta feel the vibration

of the engine through your fingertips.

- Do you feel that?

- Yes.

Well, that's good.

Golly!

Well, she's all yours.

- Where are you going?!

- I think there's some milk back here.

- You just keep us steady, now.

- All right.

- Howard.

- Yeah?

There's a rather alarming mountain

heading our way.

Pull back on the wheel a smidge.

Go on.

Golly!

I don't think I've ever met someone

who actually uses the word "golly."

You all right?

Do you want me to take over?

Just when I'm getting the hang of it?

- You want some milk?

- Oh, please.

Utterly smashing!

We'll do it again.

I'm free Wednesday.

It's a little early for golf, though.

Oh, no, no. I live right there.

- Feel like a drink?

- Lead on.

Now, that makes

for a challenging par four.

My decorator

picked out the wallpaper and such.

He's queer as a bedbug.

But I just hate this room.

Gives me the willies.

Like I'm about to be swallowed up

by the latest issue of Town & Country.

What room do you like?

My study.

Take me there.

You are the tallest woman I know.

And all sharp elbows and knees.

Beware.

Will you fly me to work tomorrow?

It is tomorrow.

Keep your eye on the fuel. She's got

a minimum to keep her weight down.

Two runs. That's it.

After that, you're flying on vapors.

And then you crash and you die.

Give her easy flying.

Don't worry about speed

and don't think about the record today.

I wish you'd let someone else take her.

You've got 20 test pilots.

Hell, why should I let someone else

have all the fun? See you in a bit.

Contact!

Goddamn!

Son of a b*tch!

- 352.

- 352!

Good girl.

Damn it!

Goddamn it!

- Oh, God!

- There goes our meal ticket.

Come on!

Howard!

- Howard!

- How did we do?

She'll go faster.

Country mouse!

- Kate! Katie!

- Upstairs, city mouse.

Hello.

Good Lord, what happened to you?

Oh, nothing. A hard landing.

I cut my foot.

Sit down. I'll take care of it.

You tell me everything.

You cannot imagine what it was like, Katie.

You cannot imagine the speed.

- She was like a winged bullet up there.

- What did she make?

Oh, around 352.

You did it!

Fastest man on the planet.

Hot dog! I'm so proud of you.

- She did it, baby.

- You knew she would.

Oh, she was fine. She was just fine.

Now let me see your foot.

Yeah.

- Good God! You're covered in blood.

- Oh, no. That's just beet juice.

- I crashed into a beet field.

- What?

Yeah, I crashed in a beet field.

Let me get you cleaned up.

- Heavens, what is this? Electrical tape?

- Yeah. Odie just sort of slammed it on there.

But all I could think about

was getting home to see you.

I am so proud of you.

Now, this is gonna sting a little bit.

Oh, this is useless.

Come to the bathroom.

- Don't get beet juice on the carpet.

- I won't, I won't.

- Too hot!

- Don't be a baby.

Was the press there?

Some.

But they're calling everyone.

Should be on the wires by now.

What is it?

Kate?

I've been famous,

for better or worse...

...for a long time now...

...and I wonder if you know what it...

...really means.

Yeah. I had my fair share

of press on Hell's Angels.

I'm used to it.

Are you?

Howard, we're...

We're not like everyone else.

Too many acute angles.

Too many eccentricities.

We have to be very careful not to...

...let people in,

or they'll make us into freaks.

Kate, they can't get in here.

We're safe.

They can always get in.

When my brother killed himself...

...there were photographers

at the funeral.

There's no decency to it.

You know, sometimes I...

I get these feelings, Katie.

I get these ideas, these...

...crazy ideas about...

...things that may not...

Things that may not really be there.

Yeah.

Sometimes I truly fear that I'm...

...Iosing my mind.

And if I did, it would...

It'd be like flying blind.

You understand?

You taught me to fly, Howard.

I'll take the wheel.

Smashing all records, Howard Hughes

outdoes Jules Verne's wildest dreams.

Around the world from New York

to New York in four days.

Even beating Wiley Post's mark

by over three days.

New aviation history is written

when his Lockheed monoplane...

... returns swiftly and safely.

A daring aviator.

A true pioneer of the world's airways.

From New York to Paris, he cuts Lindbergh's

time in half. Then on to Moscow.

Thirty-five hours out of New York,

he roars across Siberia's trackless wastes.

Sixty hours out of New York, he heads

for Alaska, most hazardous hop of all.

Continuing the terrific pace,

he comes home...

... bringing new laurels

to American aviation.

Howard Hughes and his crew

may find more worlds to conquer...

You won't believe this. It just came over the

wires. Hughes has bought control of TWA.

I thought Mr. Hughes

was flying around the world.

Apparently he did it while he was flying,

over the radio.

I have heard some disquieting rumors

about Mr. Hughes.

I'd like to know everything

there is to know about Mr. Hughes.

I'd like you to attend to that for me.

Thoroughly.

The Pantages is glittering tonight.

- Howard!

- Right over here. This way, over to the left.

- Mr. Hughes, how was your flight?

- Miss Hepburn!

- When are you gonna name the day?

- Raise your head.

What's the next movie?

Give us the scoop.

Right here. How many more

records are you gonna set?

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