The Hindenburg Page #5

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We'd like to talk to you.

G-men? Oh, Lordy, Lordy!

- You sure you got the right party?

- Yes, ma'am.

But...

Then you confirm that

that is your letter...

in your own handwriting,

to the German ambassador?

I certainly do, and everything in it

will happen just like I say.

Tomorrow the zeppelin will fly

over New York City and blow up.

- I know it for a fact.

- How, Mrs. Rauch?

Because two weeks ago I saw it

in a vision, clear as crystal.

I'm clairvoyant, and I'm never wrong.

Just ask any of the neighbors.

I also predict that Bette Davis...

will play the part

of Scarlett O'Hara in the movie...

and the Duke of Windsor

will never marry Mrs. Simpson.

Read it from the shorthand.

"Checking information

that former lover of Freda Halle...

was killed fighting for Leftists in Spain.

Signed, Hochwald."

To Hochwald.

Is there any information

regarding bomb from Halle?

Have several suspects,

but I need evidence. Ritter.

Magnificent. Icebergs!

They're too far away to photograph.

Will you turn around?

- I never dreamed we'd see icebergs.

- That's interesting.

Where've you been, George?

Look at the icebergs.

Makes you feel like

an explorer flying over the pole.

You still play beautifully.

Only I wish you were playing cards.

3:
00 this afternoon.

You won't say anything about me

bringing her down here, will you?

Oh, hell, I've been

doing it since we left.

- What kind of dog is she?

- She's a dalmatian.

She used to follow behind carriages,

didn't you, girl?

She needs a lot of exercise.

- Cover on port fin ripped loose, sir.

- Engines three and four, idle.

Forward engines to quarter speed.

- Suppose I go aft and take a look.

- Go ahead.

Right. Yes. Right.

- Hold her into the wind.

- Captain, we're losing altitude.

- We're heavy. Picked up rain in the squall.

- More power, sir?

No. The riggers would be swept

overboard by the wind.

- What's the altitude now?

- Three hundred fifty meters, sir.

- Rate of descent?

- Ten meters a minute.

That gives them about, uh... 25 minutes.

- Hold him!

- Got him!

Foot on the bar! On the bar!

- Lift him up!

- Put your feet down here.

- All right. Hold him.

- Put me down on the girder.

Damn!

Jesus! Looks bad.

It's all right. Let's go.

Altitude:
280 meters.

Can't risk going below 100.

Altitude:
260 meters.

Now losing 15 a minute.

Forward engines to half.

Little more breeze

won't blow them away, Oster.

We'll gain some lift

in a couple of minutes.

Forward engines, half speed.

You've only got about 15 minutes.

You sew, Karl. You're faster.

What exposure

are you using, Mr. Shimura?

- Five-six.

- Five-six.

Thank the Lord I brought this camera.

Look, darling. It's gorgeous!

- Stepped on the line.

- Did not!

That's worth the whole trip.

It's breathtaking.

It's all right to tell the captain

he can go on now.

- We have all the pictures we want.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Go back inside. Look after your eye.

- Just finish up.

Stand by, Dimmler. When we're down

to 100, I want all engines full speed.

Get the riggers inside.

Knorr! Boerth!

No more time. Back inside.

- It's still too big. It'll rip.

- Captain's orders! Back inside!

Karl!

One rigger's still outside, Captain.

Boerth.

- Captain. Boerth is still outside.

- I heard you, Dimmler.

All engines full ahead.

Nose up five degrees.

Knorr? Knorr, I'm going off!

Pull me!

Pull me!

You're all right, Karl. Come on.

She's about seven hours late.

I assure you, madame,

there's no need to worry.

She's right there, 100 miles

off the coast of Newfoundland.

Then they won't be landing

till tomorrow afternoon.

I suggest you come back

tomorrow morning.

We'll know much better by then.

- Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.

- Mr. Douglas.

- Oh. Thank you.

I'll take that to the radio room

for you, Mr. Douglas.

No, thank you. I'll do it myself.

- But, sir, passengers aren't allowed to...

- I know, I know.

Here's my special pass. Thank you.

I'd like to see you, Mr. Douglas.

How 'bout a drink later?

Now!

- What's this strong-arm stuff?

- Come on.

You'd better tell me

about this, Mr. Douglas.

While you're at it,

explain these, in code.

I don't have to explain

a damn thing to you. Get out.

Better set it back to Frankfurt time.

That's where a fast police car

will be meeting you...

in roughly 94 hours,

barring accidents, of course.

Okay, I'll tell you, Ritter,

but you've gotta let me send that message.

It may mean the difference.

- To what? - To pulling off

the biggest deal of my life.

Right now, I'm in a race.

A race to beat my competitor

into New York.

- Who?

- Fred Seemans, head of Seemans and Poelzig.

At this moment,

he's on the Queen Mary...

which left a day and a half ahead of us.

In the messages,

we call his outfit the Sharks...

mine the Hawks.

One by air and one by sea

and both carnivorous.

You're beginning to get the idea.

Tomorrow it'll be announced

that General Motors has acquired...

the Opel Motor Company.

The advertising account

will be up for grabs.

Whoever gets there first

will have the jump.

All right. Let's see if there's

a Fred Seemans on board the Queen Mary.

Yeah?

- Hi, Captain.

- Three hours. Where ya been, Baker?

All ya had to do was phone

the steamship line.

That was the easy part.

"The individual, Frederick Seemans,

is on board the Queen Mary...

occupying suite 312,

first class, 'C' deck."

It's the others that took the time.

Operation "K," Passage,

Raid and Mr. Chandu.

You know who they are?

You're gonna tell me

any day now, aren't ya, Baker?

- They're horses, Captain.

- What?

Well, you see, it had me stumped.

So I contacted the F.B.I.,

and was my face red.

These are the names of racehorses.

Why does some German on a zeppelin

want us to find out about the ponies?

You got me.

Maybe he's heard:

New York cops make book.

Maybe he thinks

he can and win himself a bundle.

Well, that's near Lakehurst.

Two of these nags are runnin' tomorrow.

Operation "K" and Mr. Chandu.

Well, send them the odds.

That's probably all the guy wants, anyway.

Think so?

Which two horses?

I need it for the record.

Hi, Tommy.

You boys are goin' out

to beautiful Jersey.

Special request of the State Department.

This time they got a Luftwaffe

colonel aboard, name is Ritter.

Big wheel with Intelligence.

Comin' to land a couple

of espionage agents, maybe?

Don't you experts let any

goddamn Nazis slip into the country.

That blimp better not fly too low over

them Jersey woods.

Full of moonshiners. They'll shoot any

big-ass bird flyin' over their stills.

Yeah, the T-men are also sending

a special Customs squad.

- Byrnes Duncan will be with them.

- Duncan?

He's with the Bureau of Explosives.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Now we get the picture.

That's right.

It's very nice to see you again.

Have you been playing long?

Ah. I thought we might be able

to find time to relax...

now that the famous Rauch letter

turns out to be from a crank.

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