The High and the Mighty Page #11

No, thanks. Thanks just the same.

If anything happens to me,

get in touch with my wife in Honolulu.

- Tell her I loved her. I was mistaken.

- You tell her yourself, mister.

You'll be all right. I'm not worrying and

I'll be the last guy off this aeroplane.

- Do you have to be?

- That's what I get paid for.

- Seat belt tight?

- I think so.

This is for real, isn't it?

I'm afraid so. Inflate your vest, please.

Well, even I might float.

Inflate your vest, please.

I don't want to die.

Ed, don't let me die. My babies, Ed.

Give her two of these when you can.

They'll quiet her.

Stand by for anything. Sullivan is gonna

try and make San Francisco.

- Can we?

- I don't see how.

Technically, we're out of fuel right now.

We've bought it.

550 feet, Skipper.

The coast hills must be coming up.

- Watch it!

-400, a little less.

Hang on!

Ground's coming up fast!

200, Skipper. This ain't good.

420, from Coast Guard.

Twin Peaks coming up on your left

in a minute or so.

Remember those radio towers.

Stay on course.

Don't descend anymore.

Thanks. We're trying not to.

150 feet, Skipper!

300 feet, Skipper.

We must be past the hills.

500. We're living!

420, this is San Francisco Towers.

Special weather.

Ceiling, 300 feet. Visibility, one mile.

Wind, west northwest.

Twenty to 25. Over.

Okay, San Francisco Tower.

We'll make an ILS approach.

Turn the runway lights up full blast.

- Cone of silence.

- Right with you, chum.

- We're cleared straight on down.

- This is going to be a fast one.

Stand by, check me with flaps and gear.

Get the outer marker, Dan.

Outer marker identified.

But we're way below our glide path,

so watch it, chum.

There's a 690-foot radio tower

around here someplace.

Has to be behind us,

we're right on the approach leg.

Let me know it when they're clear.

Feather it, Dan! Quick!

No time to fool with it.

Give me full power on the other two.

- You see anything?

- Not yet.

- Contact yet?

- No.

- This is a sweater.

- You're doing fine.

When we pass the inner marker,

I'm shoving her down regardless.

Yeah.

Approach lights dead ahead.

Maybe a mile.

Give her the gear.

Three green lights and pressure.

We can only stay in the air

another 30 seconds.

- Full flaps.

- Full flaps.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

Did you get hurt?

Was anyone hurt at all?

Two more coming down now.

There's Mr Pardee,

the famous producer.

He'll give us some information.

- You're Gustave Pardee, aren't you?

- I was. I'm not so sure now.

Please leave us alone. We're very tired.

Give us a few words about your flight.

I couldn't tell you.

Not in a million words.

- What will your next production be?

- It will take a little longer than usual.

- Next year, I hope.

- Next year?

Now, please let us pass.

Sally!

Who are you?

Miss, just one statement.

- Tell us who you are.

- What's your name?

- Why, it's a boy!

- Little boy.

He'll sure have a story

to tell his grandkids.

- Daddy wants you to come and see him.

- I will, darling. I will!

Look at my space material.

- Here he is. Who's that?

- Give us a statement.

Where's the nearest telephone?

I have to call Honolulu, my wife.

- Over there.

- Thanks.

No questions, please.

What happened?

Here she is.

Hold it right there. Thank you.

She must be in show business.

She's in show business, all right.

She's the star of the Follies!

Tell us your story.

Just one.

Papa!

Just a moment.

Listen, boys. I'm just a fisherman.

I want to see my kids.

Thirty gallons, Mr Garfield.

That's all there was left in all the tanks.

Too little to really measure.

Tell this man we must have

reservations on the plane,

first thing tomorrow morning.

We'll miss Elvira's party.

It's important to you.

What's Elvira's party

got to do with sled dogs?

Really, darling. Don't be tiresome.

We might as well play safe until you find

out how things are going to turn out.

All right, Lydia.

Hello, Pete.

Meet us out front.

We're going for our steaks.

Ten minutes, Mr Briscoe,

I'll be there for sure.

- Hi.

- Hi, Mr Garfield.

- I think your wife's waiting for you.

- Yeah.

I don't want to keep her

standing too long. We're expecting.

When you get rested, call me.

We'll have a talk.

Yeah, sure.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Mr Garfield.

- Souvenir?

- For my wife.

I guess the rain won't hurt it,

better get it home though.

Susie will be waiting. Good night.

Well, I guess I better get going.

Little past my bedtime.

You had 30 gallons left.

Yeah.

Good night. We'll get together soon.

Sure, chum.

So long.

So long, you ancient pelican.

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