All language subtitles for Amelia.2009.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX].en

ENGINEER 1:
Engine 2 looks fine. How's number 1?

ENGINEER 2: Did a compression check.
Engine 1 looks fine.

WOMAN 1:
We love you, Amelia!

WOMAN 2:
Good luck, Amelia!

REPORTER: Miss Earhart, do you really
think you'll break the record this time?

NEWSCASTER: She will fly
the world's full circumference,

24,902 miles, to travel across
the South Atlantic,

crossing Africa, over India...

After this 'round-the-world flight,
Miss Earhart,

are you gonna give up long-distance flying?

Not while there's still life left in me.

(CHUCKLING) I fly for the fun of it.

WOMAN 1: Good luck!

REPORTER: All right, give us a big smile!

WOMAN 2: We love you, Amelia!

Thank you. That's enough.

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 9%.

9%.

AMELIA: When I saw that little plane,

it lifted me above the Kansas prairie.

I had to fly.

My daddy had the wanderlust.
That's why I like to keep moving.

Flying lets me move in 3 dimensions.

Who wants a life imprisoned in safety?

SECRETARY: Miss Earhart?
Mr. Putnam will see you now.

GEORGE: Send the papers over
this afternoon. Thank you, bye.

-Miss Earhart?
-Mr. Putnam?

Please, sit.

I'm told you want to fly
across the Atlantic Ocean.

-I do.
-Why do you want to fly?

-Why?
-Why do you want to fly?

Why does a man ride a horse?

Because he wants to, I guess.

3 women have died trying.

2 others have escaped with their lives.

If you do make it, you will be the first,

which is the real attraction
for both of us, I expect.

Always nice to know
what the real attraction is.

The plane was bought from
Admiral Byrd by Amy Guest, a socialite,

who's asked to find an American.

Educated, well-spoken, a flier

and preferably physically attractive.

Why would that matter?

Because she wants
the world to pay attention.

And pretty girls command more attention.

Was that your advice?

There'll be a contract for the girl's
story with The New York Times.

Also a book
to be published under her name.

But all the money
from this will go to Mrs. Guest.

Except for the part that goes to you.

Well, this is America,

and therefore I am obligated to
make as much money as I can.

(LAUGHING)

You have a wonderful laugh, Miss Earhart.

You said she wants a flier.

Don't get your hopes up.

The celebrated Wilmer Stultz will be pilot.

There will be a male co-pilot
who will also serve as navigator.

The woman will be purely a passenger.

Take Lindbergh. I published his book
3 months after his historic flight.

Must be wonderful to actually know him,
to be a friend of his.

Friend? Good God, no.

(SNORTS) Can't stand the man.

He's a stiff-ass, sanctimonious,
boring prude.

Was a bestseller though.

Why would anyone want to read
a book written by a passenger?

Because the hook is that they're gonna
make the woman commander.

The pilot will sign a contract

saying he's under
your direction and control.

It would be your flight.

My fraud, you mean.

A very distasteful word
in book publishing, Miss Earhart.

I don't know, Mr. Putnam.

My dream has always been
to fly across the Atlantic,

but the way you want me to do it is far
from the way I've envisioned it.

Let me be frank.

With your level of flight experience,
I wouldn't place you

anywhere near the group that would
normally be considered for this,

if a woman were to do any flying at all.

Miss Earhart, let me be painfully clear,

I give the orders and you take them.

And if you do as you're told, you'll be a star.

And I will be nearby, a small particle of dust

in your constellation.

Spoken like a gentleman.

Miss Earhart.

Mr. Putnam.

Of course,
a gentleman would've paid for my ticket.

What the hell are they?

Oryx!

Look how free they are!

No constraints, no schedules to keep.

For a gal who don't like schedules,

you sure got yourself hooked up
with the wrong fella in Mr. Putnam.

Boys, I'd like to introduce
your commander, Miss Amelia Earhart.

Say hello to Slim Gordon, your navigator.

How do you do?

And Bill Stultz,

-the best pilot working today.
-Hello, Bill.

How much fuel do you lose
because of these?

Costs us at least 400 gallons.

Well, then why have them?

GEORGE: The owner wants to protect her
plane in case you have to ditch it at sea.

But those are decisions I have to make,
not somebody else.

They're not making this trip, we are.

But she owns the plane,
and this is still America, Miss Earhart.

Ownership is the trump card.

Sad to say, but dollars put planes in the air.

I wonder if it can keep us up there,
not that I've ever had enough to try.

Our job is to figure out
how to fly this beauty without gasoline.

Include the whole engine up here.

The name is Amelia Earhart.

TECHNICIAN: Careful up there, Slim.

GEORGE: They're leaving for Newfoundland.

Yes, they'll be taking off for there
tomorrow, weather permitting.

Make sure the reporters are there.
Goodbye.

Popping-off letters.
For my dad, my mom, and my sis.

You know, in case.

I'm honored that you would
leave these with me.

Who else? If I do pop off, it's your fault.

Pray I make it.

Not much of a prayer man.

Then at least tip your hat
and cross your fingers.

Well,

-see you.
-See you.

NEWSCASTER ON FILM: It's a short hop
from Boston to Newfoundland

for Amelia Earhart and crew.

Then on to Ireland,
and possibly the record books.

Earhart and top-notch ace
Bill Stultz have to get airborne,

quite a feat once their plane is fully
loaded for the Atlantic crossing.

Seems like we got a situation here,
a real problem.

When you figure it out,
Commander, let us know.

(MEN LAUGHING)

BILL: I don't even know
what the hell I'm saying anymore.

Here's to Little Miss Earhart,
who couldn't lift a pigeon off the ground!

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(SLEEPILY) What time is it?

It's time to fly.

Get up, get dressed, we're going now.

Where's the weather report?

It's not good enough.

Great.

Either we fly to Ireland
or you're going home today.

Well, it's not good enough.

It's fine. There's a tailwind all the way.

We'll off-load to 700 gallons,
which gets us off the water

and the wind will get us to Ireland.

You're dumping fuel? You're serious?

Just as serious as you're hung-over.

Slim, you go now. Get the late weather.
We'll meet you at the plane.

(STAMMERING)

Slim, go. I've got this.

I've loved one person unconditionally, Bill.

He's the most caring and generous

and charming and flat-out
funny guy I'll ever know.

He's my father.

He's a drunk,
and he's let me down all my life.

Now you get out of that goddamn bed,
and you fly that plane to Ireland,

or I swear to you, I will.

Good. Slim, start the engines.

This report indicates some degree of risk.
It's a risk I'm taking.

Have a nice flight.

Read tomorrow's papers, Bill!
We'll both be in them.

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

So, to take off,
you pull back on the thing, right?

(CHUCKLES)

REPORTER: Go get 'em, Amelia!

(PLANE ENGINE STARTING)

Start the clock!

BILL: Let's hope this works!

We're up.

We're up. We're up!

-Good work!
-Well done, Commander!

(AMELIA WHOOPS)

AMELIA: The fog comes on little cat feet.

It sits, looking over harbor and city,
on silent haunches

and then moves on.

Listen.

The motors are humming sweetly.

And I feel at home.

(FEEDBA CK WARBLING)

You okay?

Be better off if the damn radio
would join the party!

Mr. Putnam! There's a call coming in.

(PHONE RINGING)

Putnam.

MAN: I'm afraid we've lost contact
with Miss Earhart's plane, sir.

Keep me informed. Thank you.

We've been flying for 19 hours plus.

How far to land?

Radio is still out.

There's no way to compute wind speed
and drift in the clouds,

so God only knows where Ireland is.

There may be an hour of gasoline left.
Probably less.

If we land on the water now,
we might have a rescue.

And a failure!

That's out.

Hold on to something, for Christ's sake!

Slim, go help her.

Hang on! Okay, I'm coming. Hold on.

Got it. Take my hand.

(EXCLAIMING)

-Hang on, Slim!
-Help!

BILL: You boys all right?

(SCREAMING)

SLIM: Oh, God!

Land.

Land. Look.

(LAUGHING) We got land!

(BILL WHOOPS)

We did it!

We're alive!

Nice work!

(AMELIA WHOOPS)

AMELIA: Amazing!

BILL: Glory, hallelujah!
We made it!

Hello!

MAN 1: Hello there!
MAN 2: Hello, young lady!

MAN 3: Fine young fella.
AMELIA: Hello!

MAN: Hello there, gentlemen. Hello!

MAN 1: What do you make of that?

MAN 2: Hurry up with it.
You're going to miss it.

MAN 3: Hurry up, man!

WOMAN: Welcome, Miss Earhart!

(CROWD CHATTERING)

WOMAN: Miss Earhart!

MAN: Morgan, be careful.
That's precious cargo!

MAN: There you go,
lovely lady. Watch your step.

(MEN SINGING IN WELSH)

(GREETING IN WELSH)

Welcome.

AMELIA: Thank you.

Is it Irish tradition
to greet newcomers with song?

I couldn't say. This is Wales!

(ALL LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Bill, look!

GEORGE: Hello, Dorothy.

Are you going to be
the next girls to become pilots?

What?

It feels strange.

We haven't had a moment alone.
Just the 2 of us.

REPORTER: Miss Earhart, do you
have a statement for the Times?

WOMAN 1: We're so proud of you!

WOMAN 2: We love you, Amelia!

GEORGE: Amelia! Not in the rain!

I flew across the Atlantic!

(CAMERA FLASH FLASHING)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Hold it right there.

Now, this is a list of the shots they want.

GEORGE: Do you have dirt on your face?

I believe you are referring to my freckles.

-They come with the skin.
-I don't like them.

(SIGHS)

GEORGE: Very heroic. Think Lindbergh.
Lady Lindy. That's what they'll call you.

AMELIA: As I look back on the flight,

I think of 2 questions
that have been asked me most frequently:

"Where are you going next?"

and "What did you wear?"

Lucky Strike endorsement.

I wrote the copy myself.

What does it say?
"I don't smoke, but you should"?

No, it says that Lucky Strikes were
the only cigarettes aboard the Friendship.

Which is true. I hid them under the seat.

True, maybe, but misleading.
Why would I sign that?

So that Bill and Slim get paid.

NEWSCASTER: Amelia Earhart,
the only woman to fly across the Atlantic,

just can't keep her feet on the ground.

The publisher George Putnam
has commissioned her

to write a book on her flying adventures.

(MECHANICS CHATTERING)

-Thanks, fellas!
-MAN: You're welcome, Miss Earhart.

AMELIA: You didn't have to come get me.

You do have a dress to change into, I hope.

-Well, it's just a college class, George.
-No, no, no.

No. You have to take
every appearance seriously.

You never know what it might lead to.

Spoken by a man who should know.

What was that for?

Good luck?

What happened to tipping your hat
and crossing your fingers?

Oh, I'm afraid I'm way beyond that now,
like it or not.

I think I like it.

What did your mother say when she knew
you flew across the Atlantic?

Well, she sent a telegram
congratulating me

and then she said the next time

she wants to sit beside me in the cockpit.

(ALL LAUGHING)

How did it feel to fly over the ocean?

Were you scared?

When I looked down at the sea,

it seemed much like the sky to me.

As if the sky and the sea were the same.

I felt much as I do when I'm
flying upward toward the sun.

Transported somehow to a simple,

safe, beautiful place,
where everything is comprehensible.

FEMALE STAFF: Welcome to
the Chicago Congress Plaza Hotel.

Good night, Amelia.

Good night.

(MOONGLOW PLAYING ON RADIO)

It must have been moonglow

Way up in the blue

It must have been moonglow

That led me straight to you

I still hear you...

(KNOCKS SOFTLY ON DOOR)

Dance with me, George.

(MOONGLOW PLAYING ON RADIO)

And I keep on praying

"Oh, Lord, please let this last"

We seemed to float right through the air

Heavenly songs

Seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there's moonglow

Way up in the blue

I'll always remember

That moonglow gave me you

Hello, Elinor.

Mr. Putnam.

Yes, please come in.

Amelia.

Miss Smith.

I've been following your career
with a great deal of admiration.

Oh, Miss Earhart,
you are such an inspiration.

ELINOR: I never get tired
of reading about you.

They're saying you get $500
a week on the lecture circuit.

-On a good week.
-On a bad week.

Depends on
whether you want the real or the sell.

Oh, I don't underestimate
the value of selling.

A 16-year-old girl
makes headlines illegally flying

under the 4 bridges of the East River.

You don't seem to need
much help selling yourself.

Actually, Mr. Putnam,

I was hoping you could do to
me what you've done to her.

What's your primary ambition?

To take Amelia's place as
the number 1 female pilot.

-You want a tip?
-I do.

If I listened to everyone
who said it was impossible,

I'd never be flying.

Don't let anyone turn you around.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN: You're all here.
WOMAN: Thank you.

So lovely to see you.

-Hello.
-MAN 1: Good evening.

WOMAN: Good evening, Miss Earhart.

MAN: Marvelous party.

Oh, Amelia. This is Gene Vidal.

Amelia Earhart, the aviatrix.
She's a friend of George's.

How do you do, Miss Earhart?

(CHUCKLING) Quite well, Mr. Vidal.
Thank you.

I understand you're writing a book
about your transatlantic journey

under the tutelage of the master.

Yes.

You enjoying your stay here in Rye?

I must say, I'm a bit out of my element.

The distance between this world
and where I come from

is as great as the distance
between the sun and the moon.

And you believe the whole
"opposites attract" theory is...

Pure hooey.

Pure hooey.

-Where are you from?
-Kansas.

"Hooey" is a Kansas word?

Yes, I suppose it is.

Public relations.
It's a new field, entirely new.

It's not publicity, not promotion.

GENE: Miss Earhart. May I call you Amelia?

We may be from different worlds,

but we have more in common
than you might imagine.

-Is that so?
-Yes. I'm a teacher,

at West Point, true, but still a teacher.

What do you teach?

Flying.

Listen, Amelia...

(SIGHS)

This is the first time I've ever seen
you stumped for a word.

(SIGHS)

What is it?

Marry me.

-What?
-I want you to marry me.

I don't want to get married, George.
I'm not the marrying kind.

Don't you see you and I
embarking on a new life?

Dear George.

Only I can make a fulfilling life for myself.

I don't believe
that one can have a fulfilled life alone.

Only when it's shared.

Let me share your life with you.

Let me try to give you whatever you want.

When I was a little girl,

for my 7th birthday

my father gave me a globe.

And I'd spend hours just spinning it slowly,

reading the names of all those strange,
faraway places.

Morocco. Spain. Ethiopia.

Dreaming that someday
I would go to those places,

like a wayfarer,

a traveler,

a vagabond.

I want to be free, George.

To be a vagabond of the air.

I'll help you get there.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

AMELIA: Thanks.

AMELIA: Hello!

Give me the camera.

AMELIA: I am on my shining adventure,
flying the world.

No borders, just horizons.

Only freedom.

AMELIA: Dear G.P.,

You must know again
my reluctance to marry,

my feeling that I shatter
thereby my life in flying,

which means so much to me.

In this connection,
I may have to keep some place

where I can go to be myself now and then,

for I cannot guarantee to endure at all

the confinements of
even an attractive cage.

"In our life together,

"I shall not hold you to any
medieval code of faithfulness to me

"nor shall I consider myself
bound to you similarly.

"I must exact a cruel promise.

"And that is, you will let me go in a year

"if we find no happiness together."

Only you, my dear Amelia,

could say those brutal words to me

and still have me wanting to be with you.

Forever.

MINISTER: Amelia, do you promise to love,

honor and obey this man...

Excuse me, sir?

May we take that back a bit, please?

Love, yes, if it's warranted.

Honor, same thing.

Obey, I can't promise that
under any circumstances,

but the groom understands that.

Please remove "obey" from the prayer

so we can wrap this up
before the bride runs off.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

(GUESTS CHEERING)

MAN: (ON PA) Announcing
the first Women's Air Derby,

racing from Santa Monica to Cleveland.

Yeah, that's fine.

What's this we're hearing?

Advance press release.
The gentlemen who are running the Derby

are about to announce the race
has to end west of the Rockies.

-What?
-Mom-hmm.

That's absurd,
they're cutting out half the route.

What are they thinking?

They're thinking that it would be bad press

when you girls
start smashing into the Rocky Mountains.

How dare they? I'm gonna have
a word with these gentlemen.

Wait, wait, wait. No, no.

Come here and walk with me.

I think it would benefit women fliers
everywhere if Amelia won the Derby.

You know, the publicity
would put the race and all of you

up there with the boys.

Well, maybe I'll win the race myself.

Well, you can't win if your plane
doesn't pass the final inspection.

And let me predict that it won't.

-Well, that's a threat.
-No. A prediction.

Amelia's the one who said I shouldn't
let anybody turn me around.

Yeah, she probably meant me.

Well, obviously
she doesn't see me as a threat.

Oh, sure, she does.

She just doesn't care.

Hey, Gladys!

I let the boys in charge know,
in no uncertain terms,

we're not changing our route!

We'll sail over those
mountains like we're eagles.

I'm an intensely loyal person, Elinor.

This is what my loyalty requires.

MAN: (ON PA)
Lady Lindy herself, Amelia Earhart!

Clear!

NEWSCASTER: Amelia Earhart organizes
a competition for women pilots.

9 cities in 9 days.

Tragedy strikes,
and there are crashes along the way.

The race continues.

Thousands plan to be on hand
to witness those who make it

as they approach the finish line.

MAN: (ON PA) Here they come, folks.

In 1st place, Louise Haden
from Bentonville, Arkansas!

In 2nd place, Gladys O'Donnell
from Long Beach, California.

3rd place goes to Amelia Earhart,
Atchison, Kansas!

(BAND PLAYING FANFARE MUSIC)

How does it feel to finish 3rd?

A victory for any woman flier
is a victory for me.

AMELIA: (ON PA) I'd like to add
my congratulations to Louise Haden

and announce that
we have formed an organization

to promote women in aviation.

99 women pilots have applied,
so we're calling it The 99s.

And we're going to fly forever!

-George?
-Mom-hmm?

-I've been thinking.
-Yes?

I want to fly the Atlantic.

You already have.

As a passenger. It doesn't count.

I want to fly it solo.

It's been 5 years since Lindbergh.

No one has made it solo.

14 have died trying.

I'll make it. I know I will.

(SIGHING) And if you don't?

I'd rather face a watery grave

than go on living as a fraud.

What's wrong with that?
I've been very successful at it.

(LAUGHING)

NEWSCASTER:
Amelia Earhart demonstrates

her flying prowess and adventurous spirit.

And now she is set to climb to new heights

on her 2nd attempt
to cross the Atlantic.

No more a passenger,
this time Miss Earhart will do it alone.

Still sleepy?

Well, I'll nap on the way.

Good news about flying solo,
no one making noise.

Do you have money?

No.

A whole 20?

I spent our money on ocean liner passage.
Going to bring you back.

It's non-refundable.

Please do your part.

I will.

Well, see you.

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
Please clear the runway for takeoff.

(WHISPERING) See you.

WEA THERMAN:
Presently all clear over the Atlantic,

keeping an eye
on a storm system south of the route.

AMELIA: It was a night of stars,
of tropic loveliness.

Stars hung outside my cockpit window
near enough to touch.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

If Lindbergh did it, you can do it.

MAN: No sign of Miss Earhart yet,
Mr. Putnam, sir.

If she's on course, the moon should be
with her the rest of the way.

Weather updates are coming in
every quarter-hour from Kemble.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(GASPS)

NEWSCASTER: Le Bourget Airport, France.

A galaxy of press,
well-wishers and ambassadors alike

has gathered here in Paris in
anticipation of the historic moment

when Amelia Earhart will touch down
where Lindbergh did years ago.

The world waits with bated breath

as Amelia flies solo
across the Atlantic Ocean.

(COUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

-Jimmy, look at that there.
-What do you see?

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(WHOOPING)

Excuse me, sir. Where am I?

Uh...

In Gallagher's pasture.

Where are you supposed to be?

When I left, I was aiming for Paris.

Oh.

You missed, you know.

It's over there.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

Well, hello, sheep!

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS) Yes.

MAN: Miss Earhart has arrived safely, sir.

She's landed in Ireland.

Wonderful. Wonderful news!

NEWSCASTER: Journey's end.

Here she is,
safe and sound on a farm in Ireland

having just completed the first flight
by a woman across the Atlantic.

And there's the little plane
in which she's broken all records.

Well done. Well done.

(AMELIA LAUGHING)

(BAND PLAYING SWING MUSIC)

Action!

You're on vacation
with Amelia Earhart luggage.

Travel the Nile, moonlight...

I'm sorry, I can't say this.

I try to put the freedom
that is flying into my clothes!

Eastman Kodak cameras.

Travel the world, save your memories.

The 2nd person to fly the Atlantic solo,

-and the first one to fly it twice.
-Standing room only, good.

14 hours and 54 minutes.

Are you staying for this?

No, I can't.

I gotta meet the features editor at the Post

and then organize that photo shoot
for the new luggage line.

What's wrong with you today?

Here I am jumping through hoops

like a white horse in the circus.

That's what's wrong.

The only way that
we can finance your flying

is to make enough money
to finance your flying.

...Amelia Earhart!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Go on out there.

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

GIRL: Oh. Please! Miss Earhart?
An autograph, please.

Miss Earhart, please.

BOY: Miss Earhart?

-What's your name?
-Gore.

That's an unusual name.

I know. I don't much like it.

We blame his mother.

She was a Gore,
roots going back to colonial times.

Hello.

God, do I have to wade through that?

You will have 2 Vidal men
to protect you. You'll be fine.

You are so much prettier
than your pictures.

Well, thank you, but that...

MAN: Have you heard from Lindbergh?
What did he say?

"Well done."

Are you gonna write another book?

Yes, if my husband
has anything to say about it.

Take my hand.

Come on, Gore.
Let's you and I lead Miss Earhart to safety.

You know, that woman was right.

-Excuse me?
-I felt the same way when I first met you.

You are much prettier than your pictures.

It all seems rather silly
considering what's happening out there.

Those men, all those families.

Why have I been given so much?

You've earned the spotlight. Enjoy it.

You'll be fine. Just hold on to yourself.

I'm not sure who that is anymore.

She's that girl
from Kansas who says "hooey."

(CHUCKLING)

MAN: (ON PA) Distinguished dignitaries
from every corner of the world,

please rise and welcome
Miss Amelia Earhart,

honored guest of President Roosevelt
and the League of American Pilots.

I'd like to toast a world-class pilot

who, at age 15, became the youngest
woman in the world to fly solo.

This year, she's recognized
as Woman Pilot of the Year.

Here's to Elinor Smith,
an inspiration to us all.

(ALL TOASTING)

ELEANOR ROOSEVELT: Your husband
encourages you to fly across the Atlantic.

My husband wouldn't want me
to fly to N Street.

So, he hasn't actually forbidden you?

Franklin doesn't forbid.

He just feels it's a waste
of my valuable time to learn

since I can't afford to buy a plane.

The wrong Roosevelt got elected.

(CHUCKLES)

I did ask about aviation, but he hasn't
decided on the structure yet.

It might be under the Bureau of Commerce.

I think the structure may be less important
than the man chosen to run it.

I'm sorry, my hearing's failing.
I missed the words "or woman"?

This may be one of those rare instances

when the most accomplished
candidate turns out to be male.

Is it a name I know?

Gene Vidal.

I love finding the exception
that proves the rule.

How do you feel about flying at night?

Whoa! There we are,
ladies and gentlemen, champagne.

Champagne to toast the first lady.

(CHUCKLING)

Put your hands on the wheel!

It's dual controls. No one'll ever know.

GEORGE: And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to toast to you!

Oh. Dear God!

(LAUGHING)

Good night.

MRS. ROOSEVELT:
Well, I shall never, ever forget this night.

She seems quite taken with you.

And vice-versa.

Then again, lots of people
are quite taken with you.

If you're referring to Gene,
as I know you are,

I was able to get a word in for him,

to head the Aeronautics Branch.

How did it go?

It's her husband's decision, but I'm hopeful.

Gene is so fortunate to have
you in his corner, Amelia.

He'll help me and I'm helping him.

(PLAYING YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME)

You do something to me

Something that simply mystifies me

Tell me
Why should it be

You have the power to hypnotize me

Transcontinental was too ambitious.

Too many hops, too tough on the ladies.

But the shuttle,
Washington, New York, Boston,

we think it's the future.

Will you go there with us?

What on earth would you need me for?

(CHUCKLES) You're the most famous
woman in America, that's what for.

(CHUCKLING)

You know, I can see it now.

You on the poster with Gene,

a legendary athlete at West Point,

2 events at the Olympics,

a top pilot who's gonna be running
the skies for Roosevelt when he wins.

Thanks, Paul. I think
you've even talked me out of it.

(LAUGHING)

Do, do that voodoo that you do so well...

May I ask you a question?

May I ask you a question?

That woman over there.

She's beautiful.

You're the only woman I know
who points out other beautiful women.

Lovely legs,

unlike mine.

No, I'm sure that's not true.

That's why you wear trousers?

No.

And all this while I thought you just
wanted to be one of the boys.

I may have, at one time, but not anymore.

MAN: Was that Amelia Earhart?

GENE: 6th floor, please.

(BELL DINGS)

(DOORS OPENING)

Gore!

AMELIA: I couldn't wait
for your visit this weekend.

Lewis. Lewis.

Help! Tiger, tiger!

Ah. The wallpaper.

(LAUGHS)

Coming, Gore.

It's okay.

Do you know
why I papered this room like this?

No. But I wish you hadn't.

It's because I'm very, very afraid of jungles.

So, when I find myself worrying about it,

I test my courage by coming into this room

and pretending I'm in the deepest,
darkest part of Africa.

In a jungle so thick,
I can 't even see the sky above.

And I start to feel better right away

because I looked my fear right in the face.

Miss Earhart?

Yes?

Could you please marry my father?

Then I'll never be afraid
of anything ever again.

Aw.

I'm already married to Mr. Putnam.

Why can't you be married
to Mr. Putnam and my father?

I put together one month in Europe.

Had to close some foreign licensing deals,
open new markets.

When are you leaving?

Well, the thing is, I'd like you to come.

I don't see how I could.

Well, I've already spoken to the promoters.

They're willing to switch some of
the lecture dates, just for us.

Well, it's not just that.
There's my work on the shuttle.

I've just started as Gene's consultant
at the Aeronautics Branch.

Normally I'd be worried
about leaving you here alone,

but I suppose that
won't be a problem, will it?

What are you trying to say?

(EXHALES TREMULOUSLY)

Gene, here in our house, when I am here,

is one thing. When I am not here,

-I can't have it.
-I understand.

I can't have it.

(MEN SINGING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

(SIGHS)

I found something you'd written.

Quite beautiful.

"To touch your hand
and see your face today is joy.

"Your casual presence
in a room recalls the stars

"that watched us as we lay.

"I mark you in the moving crowd
and see again those stars

"a warm night lent us long ago.

"We loved so then, we love so now."

Thank you so much for writing that.

(RESTRAINING SOBS)
Even though I'd never seen it.

At the time, I...

George?

(SIGHS)

(SLAMS PHONE DOWN)

George.

Thank you.

GENE: How are you?

I wondered if you
were avoiding me a little or...

Just very, very busy.

I'm leaving for Indiana.

Edward Elliott of Purdue wants me to build
a Women's Careers Department there.

That's a wonderful idea, especially now.

What's special about now?

You don't read the papers?

Not unless someone makes me.

Well, someone should.

They're all saying
you took recklessly dangerous solo flights

for no earthly purpose other than
publicity, meaning money.

They also harp on a growing list of
products you commercially endorse.

How thoughtless of me
to be doing all this in a society

where no one else is interested in making
money, present company included.

People viewing you as Lady Lindy,
America's sweetheart of the skies,

the wife, mother, daughter
they all wish they'd had, would be helpful.

Thanks for the tip.

Thanks for not being defensive.

I've decided I'm resigning as your
consultant at the Aeronautics Branch.

The public linking of our names does more
harm to that image of mine

than everything else put together.

And you, of all people,
should know that whatever I do,

I do so that I can fly.

And I want to fly that beautiful
bird as far as it will take me.

I'm going to fly around the world, Gene.

It can't be done.

Well, I'm going to try.

And I'm going home.

To George.

You can't mean that.

Race you to New York City.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(GEORGE LAUGHING)

Well, are you going to tell me your
surprise, or do I need to be physical?

Boy, that's exactly what I want.

Come on, G.P., tell me.

If you're serious about this
flying-around-the-world nonsense,

then it might be handy
to have a plane to fly in.

Except it would have to be
an Electra, and they cost...

$36,000, after a generous discount
from Lockheed.

It may as well be a billion.

Not to mention at least another $36,000

to have it modified and ready.

And your surprise is you robbed a bank?

No, actually, a university.

I persuaded Ed Elliott to create

an Amelia Earhart Fund for
Aeronautical Research at Purdue.

I suggested a budget amount of $80,000

for a suitable flying laboratory.

The Electra?

Your Electra, Amelia.

George!

(GEORGE LAUGHING)

Well, there is one thing. The trustees and
the donors, they have to be on board also.

Well, that's my job.
I'll do a series of lectures...

No, there will be no more horses,
no more hoops, for my Amelia.

Thank you, George.

Even if you don't care if she lives or dies,

you know her death will not
be a plus for aviation women,

or your next campaign.

What if she doesn't die?

What if she just circumnavigates
the globe and it's a plus for everyone?

The closest land west of Hawaii is
beyond the range of the Electra.

She'll refuel in the air.

She doesn't have the flying skills.

She's taking bigger risks.

Yes. I'm aware of that.
Don't be so proud of it.

I understand the danger, fellas.

I've studied the route.
What have you come up with?

This is Howland Island.

It's halfway
between Honolulu and New Guinea.

It has no elevation, no trees,

hardly anyone knows or cares that it exists.

It would be
almost impossible to spot from the air.

It's really tiny, like a grain of sand
in a thousand miles of nowhere.

If you miss this island, you're out
of fuel with 2,000 miles to go.

But I'll have Fred Noonan,
the best celestial navigator around.

In fact, she's taking Fred
along for the whole trip.

Giving up my little arrogance about solo.

Safety first, yes?

You've always had Amelia's
best interest at heart.

And for that, we're both grateful.

Stay for supper?

I'd like to, but I'd better be getting back.

Please tell Gore hello for me.

Give him this. He can track the time zones.

He misses you.

He doesn't understand, really.

Is the new gasket up to spec, Jim?

Everything's good, Miss Earhart.

(DOOR OPENING)

Hello, Fred.

Ma'am.

-Good to see you.
-And you.

Thank you.

Are we sizing me up?

I'm told midair refueling
would be beyond my abilities.

You have to put in time,
learn the technique.

Even so, 20%, it works, 20%, you crash,

60%, you don't get the fuel,
so you're cooked anyway.

Better odds of hitting that island?

How do you feel about 100%?

Even with cloud cover?

Pan Am told you I'm the best
celestial navigator they've ever seen.

They did.

Someone else told you
I got a drinking problem.

Which is a big part
of why we're here, right?

Everyone I ever worked for will tell you,

nothing's interfered
with my performance, not once.

We'd be looking for
an island less than 2 miles long,

with nothing higher on it than 18 feet.

That's what you'd be looking for.

I'd be looking for coordinates on a map.

How can I lose?

NEWSCASTER: Amelia Earhart
leaves Oakland for Honolulu,

setting out on the most dangerous
aeronautic feat ever attempted:

to traverse the waistline of the world.

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

REPORTER 1: How about a smile
for the people back in the States?

REPORTER 2: Miss Earhart, look this way.

(MUSICIANS PLAYING
TRADITIONAL HAWAIIAN MUSIC)

-AMELIA: Thank you.
-Thank you.

REPORTER 3: Take care of her, Fred.

REPORTER 4: That's great. Thanks.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

REPORTER 5: One big one
for the camera, Miss Amelia!

You know, we've got so much fuel
we can't possibly get off the ground.

Much safer than flying.

Well, we'll need enough
for a 3rd pass at Howland

after you miss it
the first couple times around.

Good thinking.

REPORTER 6: Thank you!

REPORTER 7: One more,
please, Miss Earhart.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Right here, Amelia!

REPORTER 8: Good luck, Fred!
Good luck, Amelia!

AMELIA: Clear!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

FRED: No!

You all right?

Good reaction cutting the switch!
You saved our ass!

Come on, Fred!

(SIREN APPROACHING)

FIREFIGHTER 1: Right engine, get the right
engine! Hose on there, right underneath.

-We need tetrachloride here.
-Pyrene, pyrene.

REPORTER 1: Sam,
make sure you get a picture of that.

REPORTER 2: Make sure
you get a good shot of their faces!

Turn her up. Okay, go.

I'll make it good, G.P., I swear to you I will.

I'll make it back and more, I promise.

The book sales, the lectures,

this flight will keep us
going another 3 years.

Maybe.

No, it will, I promise.

Our sales, our prices are going to double.

This just showed them
how dangerous it all is.

They were taking it for granted.

They thought I was competent.

Here.

I meant, maybe...

Maybe we can just stop it.

You mean after?

Or even now.

So my exit would be a stupid crash

and withdrawing from
a world-publicized attempt

to finally do something
no man had done before.

It would ruin us in the bargain.

-Mmm-hmm. Yes.
-We'd have nothing.

Mmm-hmm. It's true.

And I'd be fine with that.

(WHISPERING)
That's because you're an idiot.

Lucky for you.

(WHISPERING) And what if it's not
something I need to show the world?

What if it's something I need to show me?

(WORKERS CHATTERING)

I don't really have a choice,
I have to reverse the route.

I'd be facing hurricanes in the
Caribbean, monsoons in Africa.

Yeah, but you'll be flying Howland last.

-When I'm most tired.
-Yeah.

So, I just won't get tired.

What's the timetable on the plane?

3 weeks. She'll be good as new.

We have a remarkable crew here.

-The best that money can...
-Money can buy.

buy, yeah.

All the money wasted
that's never coming back.

You cut the engines.

It would've cost a bundle more
to replace a burnt-out plane.

Not to mention a burnt-up pilot.

I overreacted.

The plane was too heavy, I should've used
more rudder instead of the throttle. I...

It's only money.

We'll figure this out. We always do.

Have you considered, Miss Earhart,
that your enthusiasm as a pilot

outweighs your ability, as demonstrated
by the disaster in Honolulu?

People are saying that you're reckless,

a better celebrity than pilot.

Enthusiastic? Yes.

Reckless? Not on your life.

I'm a flier pursuing my passion
for the fun of it, that's all.

Thank you. A future flier!

(ALL LAUGH)

(CROWD CHEERING)

MAN: You can do it, Amelia!

WOMAN 1: Mr. Noonan, over here!
Miss Earhart!

WOMAN 2: We love you, Amelia!

NEWSCASTER:
She will fly the world's full circumference,

24,902 miles,
to travel across the South Atlantic,

crossing Africa, over India,
and across the wide Pacific...

After this 'round-the-world flight,
Miss Earhart,

are you gonna give up long-distance flying?

Not while there's still life left in me.

Always ready for a new adventure.

REPORTER 1: Great, great.

GEORGE: Fred, you're on.

REPORTER 2: Hey, Fred,
give us a big smile for the camera!

(WHISPERING) Come back to me.

Always.

(SIGHS)

REPORTER 1: Hurry up, come on! Hurry up!

REPORTER 2: Miss Earhart!
Just one more picture, please!

REPORTER 3: Just one more, please!

REPORTER 4: Miss Earhart,
over here! Miss Earhart!

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(SOFTLY) See you.

(PLANE ENGINE STARTING)

AMELIA: A fairyland of
beauty lay below and about me

so lovely as to distract
a pilot's attention from the task at hand,

that of herding a heavy plane
out of that great upland saucer

and over the mountains that make its rim.

(MOVIE CAMERA WHIRRING)

What is this thing, huh?

Whole thing's made of mud.

It's beautiful.

It's like working with you.

(LAUGHS)

Come on, Amelia.

(FEEDBACK WARBLING)

NEWSCASTER: Amelia Earhart has
reached Calcutta...

Dad! Dad! It's a bulletin!

...but heavy rains have
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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(DOOR SQUEAKING OPEN)

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 3rd

and with you in Oakland
on the 4th 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.

(SIGHS) All right, call it off. Call it off now.

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

(SOFTLY) I can handle it.

After the 4th, 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.

(SOFTLY) If you insist.

I love you.

Should I let you go now?

(WHISPERING) No, never.

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

See you,

my darling.

See you, my love.

(SIGHS)

MAN: 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 asshole?

Ma'am, I'm so sorry.

It's fine. Everything is.

-Have you filled the other side?
-Mmm-hmm.

AMELIA: 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 9%.

9%.

(SIGHS)

BALFOUR: 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.

(TAPPING MORSE CODE)

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.

(STA TIC WARBLING)

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.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

Itasca, this is Earhart.
Unable to hear you, over.

Earhart, this is Itasca.
Did you receive transmission?

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

King How Able Queen Queen.
Please acknowledge our signals on key.

Please acknowledge. Over.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

(FLIPPING SWITCHES)

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.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

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
3105 and 500 consistently. Over.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

Itasca, we are circling,
but cannot hear you. Over.

King How Able Queen Queen,
this is Itasca. Your signal is strong.

(GARBLED) Are you receiving this? Over.

(GASPS)

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.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN: 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.

THOMPSON: 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.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

Earhart, will you
please come in and reply on 500?

We are transmitting constantly on 7500

and we cannot hear you on 500.

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

(FLIPPING SWITCHES)

NEWSCASTER: Despite constant attempts,

the USS Itasca has lost contact
with Amelia Earhart.

(SOFTLY) 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?

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

Earhart, this is Itasca.
Did you receive transmission?

(STA TIC CRACKLING)

Subtitles: Arigon

Itasca to Earhart, come in, please.

AMELIA: 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.