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We're landing at London Airport in about twenty minutes.

Would you please complete your immigration forms?

Miss, should I not have one of these forms, too?

Oh, no, that won't be necessary for you, Miss Roche.

As you're in transit to New York, you won't need a form

- for Immigration at London. - Thank you.

We'll be in London in half an hour.

Would you please fill out these forms for Immigration?

We'll be in London in half an hour.

Would you please fill out this form for Immigration?

Oh, excuse me. Thanks.

Hey, don't I get one?

Well, as you're in transit to Israel, Mr Steiner,

you won't need a form to get through Immigration at London.

Please fasten your seat belts.

We're just coming in to London Airport.

London from Willie Fox.

Outer marker thirteen hundred feet.

Over.

Willie Fox from London. You're clear to land.

Surface wind calm. Over.

Willie Fox... Roger and out.

BEA. George Willie Fox from Frankfurt on final.

So long, sweetheart.

I'll ring you sometime...

when I get back.

Wire me. I'll pick you up.

I wouldn't bother. My car'll be out of dock by then.

But I'd like to.

Besides, you'll have something for me.

Well, don't count on that.

But, Gus, you promised this time.

I've told them to expect you in Cairo.

Okay, darling.

I've told you I'll think it over.

I don't know why you want to get back to it, Nick.

Hello, Gus.

Gets to be such a bore, pushing the same old crates

along the same old bus routes.

You duty officers don't know when you're well off.

I take it you're not applying for a ground job.

It's an idea I often toy with.

By the way, when's the medical?

- Today. - Good.

Where's your crew?

Over at Ops. The crew bus hasn't turned up.

Oh. Well, I'll get on the blower and chase up Transport for you.

Thanks, Nick. Oh, Nick...

Get Purvis to put this on for me.

Santabella, two o'clock, Newmarket.

Okay.

Will you please step into the coach for Customs and Immigration?

- Morning, sir. - Morning.

What time is the Sydney plane due?

- 09:10, sir. - Thank you.

- Morning, Bob. - Morning, sir.

BE334 from Paris Zebra Oboe on finals now.

334 Zebra Oboe finals.

Bob, tell Transport it'll be a great help to Captain Randall

on his flight this morning if he had a crew with him.

Tell 'em to get a bus over to Ops, right away.

Right.

Weather doesn't look too promising, does it?

The Met's threatened a clampdown before the day's out.

- Duty room. - Dog Nan now estimating 08:45 hours.

Thank you.

West African flight's half an hour behind schedule.

Transport. Harrison.

If you're going to ask about that crew bus,

it left hours ago, old boy.

What's that? Hold on a minute.

Pause for consideration of alibi!

Correction. The crew bus left at least two minutes ago.

That's only decent of you, old boy.

The duty officer hates to bother you about these things,

but Captain Randall's the nervous type

who's scared of flying without a crew.

- I'll be doing the rounds if you want me. - Okay.

Announcing the arrival

of British European Airways Flight 268 from Frankfurt.

My dear, it's absolutely ridiculous being so fussed.

I just take one of my pills half an hour before the plane goes,

and I'm fast asleep five minutes after it leaves the ground.

Now, run and get me some water, dear.

I don't know, I'm sure. It seems to me to be asking for trouble.

But two thousand pounds for two shillings!

I never had odds like that on the Tote! Come on, let's have a gamble.

Henry! I'm the one who's flying.

- Morning, Mrs Malcolm. - Good morning, Mr Millbourne.

How's Flight 699?

There's one Rome cancellation and two additions for Karachi.

Hello, Nick.

- Morning, Penny. - Hello, Mrs M.

Good morning, Captain Randall.

- How many beds for us this time? - Twenty-eight.

Including a football team, two crated Pekinese,

- and a motherless baby. - Aha!

An outlet for your thwarted maternal instincts, Penny.

Yes, sir. I just adore footballers.

Don't forget we have a date on Friday, Penny.

Well, don't bank on it. I may strand her in the middle of the Sahara.

Mr Millbourne.

Mr Millbourne!

Oh, sorry.

Messages from the duty room.

There's a special drug arrived from New York for a boy in Milan.

It's a rush job.

I'll contact Alitalia. Anything else?

Yes, a coffin from Montreal.

- Occupied? - Yes.

The old gentleman left a will saying he was to be buried in Scotland.

The relatives are here,

but they can't take him as there's no death certificate.

They sure do think 'em up, don't they?

Right, I'll stir up Montreal and get a certificate on the next flight.

Oh, and there are two parakeets.

Well, keep them amused. I'll call back.

This is Miss Roche in transit from Frankfurt.

She's booked out on your New York flight this morning.

Oh, yes, that's right. Thank you.

- Miss Osmond. - Yes, Mrs Malcolm?

Will you take care of Miss Roche, please?

Take her through to the departure lounge,

and see she has everything she wants.

- Have you had breakfast? - Oh, yes, thank you. On the plane.

You won't have long to wait.

Come with me, please.

Can you tell me when the plane leaves for New York?

You'll be taking off in half an hour, madam.

Thank you.

Announcing the arrival of Pan American World Airways

Flight 682 from New York.

There! I'll be all right.

Oh, you look ghastly, my dear.

Come along to the bar,

and I'll buy you a double brandy to settle your stomach.

- Mr Steiner? - Yes.

I want to introduce you to the BOAC duty officer.

Mr Millbourne, this is Mr William Steiner.

He's in transit on that flight to Israel.

You'll have some time to wait, Mr Steiner. Your flight's not until lunchtime.

- I guess I'll take a look at the town. - I'm afraid that's not possible.

You're in transit. You'll have to stop here.

Suppose I take Mr Steiner along to the restaurant?

Yes. Just tell one of our girls as you go through.

- I'll see you later, Mr Steiner. - This way, sir.

- Mr Millbourne. - Yes?

Traffic say there's an hour's delay

- on the flight to New York. - 80?

Well, what are we to do with the passengers?

Do what you always do with them. Put them in the restaurant.

But they've already been cleared by Customs.

Then they'll just have to stay where they are, won't they?

Ask Mrs Malcolm to organise folk-dancing or a canasta tournament or something.

Tell her I'll be over to flight as soon as I get the Rome-Karachi plane off.

The BOAC people will pick you up later.

Okay, thanks.

Guess I'll go over there. I like company.

Uh-uh-uh. Sorry.

- Verboten! - How come?

The thin red line. Officially you're not in England at all.

- I'm not? - No, you're just in transit.

England starts the other side of that rope.

- What would happen if I crossed it? - You'd be effecting an illegal entry.

I would?

And they'd probably look you up in the Tower of London.

- So long, Mr Steiner. - So long.

And thanks.

BOAC regret to announce a delay of one hour

on their Monarch service to New York.

But you can't do that. I've taken my pill!

Anyone at home?

- Give me a clearance, Steve. - Taking anything out of the country?

Barring the crown jewels, nothing at all.

- Any currency, British or foreign? - Only a couple of quid in sterling.

You know, I always wonder how you blokes know

I haven't got a couple of gold bars tucked away somewhere.

We don't, but ninety per cent of people are honest.

How about that odd ten per cent?

You guess is as good as mine, Captain.

- All set? - Inscrutable, these blokes.

Like the MVD.

Just a moment, Captain.

The bag, please.

Phew! I thought for a moment it was the diamond necklace.

Did you remember your dinner jacket, or is that Cairo date off?

The date is on and I have the dinner jacket.

Hadn't you better get out to the crate? Time's getting on.

All right. Keep your shirt on.

Come on, chaps. Mustn't upset the staff work.

When's the medical, Nick?

Today.

Why are you so keen to fly again?

Your job's one of the most important in the place.

And no parties in Cairo.

I'd just as soon have Piccadilly.

See you Friday.

It'll be a bit of an anti-climax, won't it?

Oh, now, Nick! Don't be so ridiculous!

Oh, I'm sorry, Penny.

The BOAC duty officer is wanted in children's nursery.

Will Mr Millbourne please go to the nursery?

"The most important job in the place."

- Remove ground equipment. - Remove ground equipment.

All ground driving equipment away.

Get ready for taxiing Going off intercom now.

Ground power removed, sir. Signal from the front.

Roger. Taxi clearance, please.

Clear for taxi, sir.

Hello, Chief. Bit of trouble, I hear.

- Yes, it's Sugar Dog. - What's wrong with her?

Oh, she's been run up and tested, checked and re-checked.

Then she put two mags out of action.

Not just one, she had to make it two.

- What about the standby? - They're running her up now.

Sugar Fox.

It would have to be that one.

- Not something wrong with her? - Nothing.

Nothing at all. She's as good as any plane in the fleet.

But Captain Brent has a name for her.

It all started when poor Torn Holden walked into the starboard prop.

Captain Brent was the pilot. No fault of his, of course,

but he's hated the guts of Sugar Fox ever since.

- It's nonsense. - Aye, it is nonsense.

Well, bad name or not,

Dougie Brent's gonna have to fly her today.

- How soon can we have her? - About half an hour.

Thanks, Chief.

You can't run an airline on superstition.

If you'll wait here, Miss Roche, it won't be long.

Thank you.

They'll put you in the Tower of London.

Please?

Verboten!

I beg your pardon?

We're untouchable.

It's not... It's not because...

Because of what?

Because we are Jewish?

Of course not!

That stuff's out.

And anyway, we're in England. Or very nearly.

That's England over there.

We haven't been through Customs or anything.

Even the English don't welcome you without a visa.

I see.

Would you care to join me for a coffee or something?

Thank you. Coffee, please.

- Coffee, please, and another for me. - Yes, sir.

- Where are you bound for? - New York.

Uh-oh! There, they're really tough.

But I have immigration visa, passport and all the papers.

Of course.

But there's no welcome sign on the Statue of Liberty anymore.

I guess we've forgotten we're a nation of immigrants.

Are you going on this plane, too?

I'm going east, to Israel.

To Israel!

What will you do there?

Make my fortune. Digging.

Digging? For what? Oil?

- No. Water. - For water?

But surely there is no money in that?

There is for the people who live there.

Don't tell anybody my terrible secret.

I'm a hydrologist. Kids hate me.

I bring water to places where there ain't any.

Oh, I see!

- How long will you stay there? - Twenty-five years.

Do not think you will be rich at the end of that time.

I think you will be much poorer.

Oh, well, it will be a change, anyway.

I've had too much security back home.

Can you have too much security?

You bet you can!

I think no-one but an American could say that!

I'm sorry.

I guess it sounded pretty smug at that.

No. No, it's not that.

It's just that, well...

I think that security is what I have been looking for all my life.

And that's what you're going to America for?

Yes.

Yes, I hope so.

Where do you come from?

Germany.

My father was the conductor of an orchestra in Berlin.

- Say, that's a fine job. - Yes, it was.

But my father died when I was eleven years old.

I'm sorry.

Was he killed in the war?

In the war.

Yes.

He and my mother died in Auschwitz in 1942.

Two coffees, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks.

What did you do?

How did you survive?

How did anyone survive?

Eventually, I came to Frankfurt.

There, I learned typing and English.

It's been a rough ride, hasn't it?

But you're safe now.

Yes.

But sometimes it all comes back to me,

and I am terrified.

Like just now, when we were put here beyond the rope.

You poor kid.

BOAC announce the departure...

Oh, that's my plane.

But we haven't even told each other our names.

Mine's Bill. Bill Steiner.

Leah... Leah. Leah Roche.

And... what are you gonna do in America?

I'm going to be married.

Oh.

Congratulations.

Miss Roche, will you come along now, please?

Who's the lucky guy?

He was with the army in Germany. The American army.

Miss Roche, your plane is ready.

I... I have to go. I must say...

I must say 9... goodbye.

Good bye.

- Is this... - Yes.

That is my fiancé.

- Good bye. - Good bye, Leah.

Thank you.

Thank you for the coffee.

The plane's leaving. You've got to wake up!

The plane is leaving!

You must wake up!

Sorry we had to switch planes on you, Captain.

Will she fly?

The Chief says he'll stake his life on her.

He doesn't have to.

She'll probably fall to pieces on take-off.

Not this time, sir.

Laddie, you've no idea of the tricks this one can get up to.

- I'll get the passengers. - The lucky people!

Steps away.

- Wheel chocks. - In position. Fire guards posted.

All right, start up number three.

Starting number three.

Ground? Starting number three.

Sounds all right.

- Let's have the next. - Start up number four.

Starting number four.

George Sugar Fox, you are clear to taxi to holding point.

Runway, one-zero right. Over.

All correct, Engineer?

All normal, sir.

Taxi power.

Ready for taxiing, sir.

Pakistan Able Fox Queen at Sevenoaks down in ten minutes.

Sugar Fox off yet?

They're still running up at the far end.

- Certainly takes his time, doesn't he? - Old Brent's getting on.

Don't be silly. He's not much older than I am.

But you're not flying, sir.

Not for the moment.

Ah, there he goes!

- Sounds fine to me. - Couldn't be sweeter.

- And there he was, fussing about. - Ah! Pilots!

Ah, that's that.

You know, he almost had me convinced she was gonna blow up.

Thanks.

Met say it's closing in rapidly.

You'd better warn Airways Terminal

if it gets any worse to hold the passengers that end.

No use piling 'em up down here.

By the way, there's a flap on about a pair of parakeets or something.

- They wanted to know... - Who wanted to know?

Reception.

Well, if they come through again, tell 'em we got a fog on our hands,

and the birds must be made to understand.

More coffee, sir?

Thanks.

Isn't it getting sort of dark outside?

Fog's getting worse.

How long do you think it'll last?

Last year, we had one that lasted four whole days.

Number two oil temperature's rising a little, sir.

Are we ready to go?

I'm afraid the fog has closed in, sir, and...

I know. Sometimes it lasts four whole days.

Why couldn't it have turned up a half-hour sooner?

I think I'd better get you permission to land.

To land?

Yes, in case you have to stay overnight.

Oh.

Does that mean I can go the other side of that rope?

If you want to, sir.

Well, that's something, anyway.

Yes.

How's it looking?

Not so good. Soon nothing will be moving.

London Tower.

KLM King Dog on final. Over.

King Dog from London. You're clear to land.

Runway visual range, 600 yards.

Surface wind calm. Over.

This KLM job will be the last one in.

No, thanks.

You know, old Brent didn't like taking Sugar Fox one little bit.

Temperature's still rising, sir.

There's no sense to this.

Pressure still up?

Up to normal, sir.

Still she rises!

Still rising, sir.

Number two's oil pressure's falling off, sir.

Well, that settles it.

- Feather number two. - Feathering number two, sir.

London from Speedbird George Sugar Fox.

Sugar Fox from London, receiving you strength five.

London from Sugar Fox.

Number two engine feathered. Returning to London.

Request direct approach on ILS, with ground control monitoring.

Sugar Fox. The runway visual range is six hundred yards and decreasing.

You are cleared for a direct approach from Woodleigh unrestricted.

Runway in use, one-zero right.

GCA standing by on this frequency. Over.

I'll look in on GCA, if you don't mind.

Certainly.

- Local standby, George Sugar Fox. - Right.

May I have your attention, please?

Owing to a technical fault,

the captain has taken the precaution of stopping one engine,

and we're returning to London Airport.

There is no cause for alarm.

- All right if I come in? - Surely.

- Has Sugar Fox come over to you yet? - Just coming on to talk down now.

London from Speedbird George Sugar Fox.

George Sugar Fox, this is London talk down.

Continue on the present heading of zero-five-five.

Maintain fifteen hundred feet. How do you read? Over.

Talk down from Sugar Fox. Reading you fine. Over.

Roger, Sugar Fox. Do not acknowledge further instructions.

Check your wheels down and locked.

Turn right onto one-zero-zero. I say again,

one-zero-zero.

You're seven miles from touchdown.

Turn left-left, five degrees heading zero-nine-five.

I say again, heading zero-nine-five.

Six miles from touchdown,

slightly right of centre line, closing...

Five miles from touchdown, zero-nine-eight is your heading.

Begin your descent now at five hundred feet a minute.

I say again,

begin your descent now at five hundred feet a minute.

Four miles from touchdown, and you are on the glide path.

Turn right at two degrees heading one-zero-zero.

You are clear to land on this approach.

Three-and-a-half miles from touchdown,

going slightly above the glide path.

Thirty feet too high, forty feet, fifty feet...

Adjust your rate of descent.

Three miles from touchdown, thirty feet too high, twenty feet...

Coming back to glide path.

Resume normal rate of descent, heading very good.

Turn right two degrees, heading one-zero-two,

on the glide path.

Check obstacle clearance limit, one-five-zero feet.

Two miles from touchdown, on the centre line,

heading one-zero-two, on the glide path.

One-and-three-quarter miles from touchdown,

heading good, on the centre line.

Going above the glide path, just twenty feet too high.

One mile from touchdown, on the glide path,

turn left-left at two degrees,

heading one-zero-zero.

Three quarters of a mile from touchdown,

on the centre line, on the glide path,

heading very good.

Four hundred yards from runway. Talk down completed. Out.

- Runway sighted dead ahead. - Full flap!

Thank you for a nice approach.

Changing to tower frequency. Out.

He's all right.

Stand down.

There! What did I tell you?

New York, and I never felt a thing.

Can they land them in this weather?

In any weather, sir. They just talk them down.

Oh.

I must send a cable.

- Through reception on the left, sir. - Thanks.

I told you she was a cow.

Yes. Perhaps we should have taken more notice of you the first time.

Nonsense, man. You can't run an airline on superstition.

And it takes more than that to stop an engine.

Besides, this sort of thing happens in the best of aircraft,

and we'd have got down all right, even if two of them had packed up,

but she would choose this sort of weather to fail an engine.

The cow!

That'll be fifteen shillings and Sixpence, sir.

How much is that in real money?

Two dollars and twenty cents.

- Will it be in Tel Aviv by tonight? - Couple of hours, sir.

I wish, please, to send a cable to New York.

Leah!

Bill!

Let's go and have a drink.

Yes? All right, I'll tell him.

- Oh, hold on a minute. Here he is. - What is it?

They're on about those parakeets again.

Oh, blast the parakeets!

Give 'em lunch, grapes on the management.

And don't let 'em choke on the pips.

All captains are delaying twelve hours for fog.

Advise all departments.

Duty room to all departments.

All flights postponed twelve hours. Necessary action, please.

What about Air India eight-six-five? They're estimated at 20:00.

I expect they'll divert to Hum.

Notify ground staff and transport.

All right.

- Will staff on standby for... - Ah!

- Hello, Nick. - Hi.

- Any chance of a shutdown? - Just been announced.

Oh, I didn't get it. Been out for a haircut.

- The luxuries you press boys go in for! - Oh, thank you.

By the way, while I think of it, put this on for Gus Randall.

Santabella, two o'clock, Newmarket.

It'll go down.

Unluckiest so-and-so I ever met.

- Loading supervisor. - Hello, duty room.

Offload perishable goods from all aircraft.

All flights postponed twelve hours.

Can I take it, then, there'll be nothing else before tonight?

Not likely. We're diverting to Hum.

Oh, have a heart!

Why? Got something on?

Yeah, couple of VIPs to meet.

-Well, PS anyway.

Bournemouth for you, chum, and I hope you enjoy the trip.

What, for a couple of actors? Not me. They're not even knighted.

Oh, I hear you've got a story for me.

What's that?

Well, you've got two parakeets, haven't you?

Yes, on the brain!

They're getting me down. They're following me around.

They haunt me!

You ought to be careful, Nick.

If they start playing the piccolo, see a doctor.

Bye-bye.

Leah, L"

I'm sorry about kissing you that way.

It's not that I forgot you're going off to America to be married.

It's just that...

What, Bill?

Well, it's just I was so darn glad to see ya.

Bill, you are sweet.

After you left, I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Nice things?

Of course.

About you, your life...

what was going to happen to you.

And then, when I saw you standing there,

it was like seeing an old friend.

Yes.

Yes, I think that is what happened to me, too.

You see, it was all perfectly natural.

What's he like?

Who?

The guy you're gonna marry.

When I met him, he was attached to the army in Frankfurt.

The Commissariat.

He owns a chain of grocery stores in Wisconsin.

Yes, but I mean...

what's he like?

He is very kind.

Do you love him?

Are you in love with him?

I do not think you have any right to ask such a thing.

Okay.

He has been a widower for ten years.

I think he is very lonely.

He was always so kind to me.

Do you think you'll be happy?

I'm not interested in happiness.

I wish to be secure.

Never again to be hungry,

never again to be poor,

never again to be afraid.

Oh, there you are, Miss Roche.

I'm afraid your flight has been postponed for twelve hours.

We're taking all the passengers to London, to an hotel for the night.

At our expense, of course.

If you come with me, I'll take you to the bus.

Oh... Oh dear.

Can't I go along, too?

Oh! I've no instructions about you, sir.

Will you wait here until I've attended to this lady?

Come with me, please.

Is it nothing to you that you're parting new-found friends?

Tearing two loving hearts asunder?

I just won't let you do it.

- Oh really, Mr Steiner, I'm afraid... - I know...

It's all worked out on paper.

Look, can I speak to the boss?

If you mean the senior duty officer, he's very busy.

If he's running this show, he must be a big guy.

And did you ever notice how big guys

always manage to have time for little guys?

Any difficulty, Miss Osmond?

- Well, Mr Millbourne, you... - Steiner's my name.

Yes, Mr Steiner. Can we do something for you?

Just move a small mountain.

Go on, I'm an expert.

Well, it's just that Miss Roche and I

have a date to go out together this evening,

and they're putting us on separate buses.

They're on separate flights, you see, sir.

Miss Roche is booked in at the Empress Hotel in Kensington.

Yes, you're booked at the Pelham Hotel, Mr Steiner.

How many bookings have we at the Empress?

Fourteen.

Well, we have sixteen reservations there.

All right, put Mr Steiner in at the Empress.

I'll see that everyone's notified.

- Thank you, sir. - That move your mountain for you?

Nice work. Thanks.

This way, please.

Yes? What is it?

Oh, Mr Millbourne,

I wonder would you be kind enough to ask Mrs Malcolm

to telephone my mother and explain things.

Certainly. I'll do that.

And ask her to ring Tony. She'll understand.

Will he?

Hope so.

Well, mustn't keep the customers waiting.

- Good night, Derek. - Good night.

Mrs Malcolm. Phone through to Jean Osmond's mother, will ya?

Ask her to make it right with the boyfriend.

Tony, I think he's called.

Dr Harman, please.

Poor kid, it always seems to happen to her.

Last time, it was Madame Butterfly, tonight the ballet.

Hello, Doc? Nick Millbourne. Look, er...

as there'll be nothing much doing for the rest of the day,

I'm free whenever you want to vet me.

Right, I'll be there.

I can't understand this passion of yours to get back in the air.

After all, where would they be without us?

Where indeed? But I know where they are now.

Just about now, they'll be over the Med,

with the pyramids coming up to starboard,

and, in the distance, the Nile, gleaming in the warm sun.

The sun, my girl, not fog.

And then Cairo, with dinner on the terrace of Shepherd's Hotel.

Shepherd's was blown up. It's the Continental now.

Really?

Just goes to show how much out of date I am.

Funny, you know more about the world than almost any of us.

Don't you ever long to go to any of these places?

Rome, Cairo, Timbuktu?

I'd rather have Shoreham.

The Corporation offers you cut rates to anywhere in the world,

and you choose Shoreham.

We take a bungalow there every summer.

The children love it.

When Martin qualifies, we'll have a place of our own,

and I shall give up work and just look after him and the children.

Meanwhile, you're saving up for next year's holiday at Shoreham.

Yes. And when the children are tired of sandcastles and the sea,

there's the rest of England.

Time enough after that for Cairo and Timbuktu.

You're wonderful.

Nonsense. I've just got my feet on the ground, that's all.

It wouldn't hurt some people I know to come down out of the clouds.

No, but I've been flying all my life.

Or so it seems.

I just can't do without it, that's all.

Is it?

Yes.

I still think you'll find what you want down here on the ground.

And so will Penny.

Prepare to strap them in, Miss Henson.

- Land of the pharaohs in twenty minutes. - Yes, sir.

Sparks. Tell 'em we're coming down.

Yes, sir.

Cairo approach from George Uncle Roger.

Commencing descent from nineteen-five.

Request further clearance.

Finish with engines.

Well done, chaps. Clear Customs smartly.

Then a long, warm bath, followed by an equally long, cool drink.

Our flies, they love the English as they are brothers.

I think perhaps that it is the scent.

Always there are more flies upon the English.

- What the devil? - Please, you give me a pardon.

I do not wish to commit a nuisance, only to observe.

Well, that's a relief.

But, please, I love the English as my brothers.

Steady now, don't get too reckless.

It is as true as I sit down.

That is why I learned so good your language.

I am taught by a Norwegian in Tangier who learnt it from the Germans.

If you will forgive that I bring up such unpleasantness.

Don't mention it, chum.

But if you'll forgive me, I'm expecting a lady.

Naturally.

Er... You will pardon me. I have been high-winded.

All this is, as you say, an opening gambol.

Captain Randall, we have a mutual friend.

She told you, perhaps?

Ah-ah! So that's it.

You're a bit early, you know, chum. I fly on from here.

But you will be back.

In about a week, but I didn't promise.

Excellent.

We will have contact on your return.

Hello, Gus.

Hello, Penny.

The English ladies have also the most beauty.

Ah, it is true, you see, what I said about the flies.

Upon me, there are none.

That is very interesting.

Au revoir, Captain Randall.

Who's your friend?

Oh, just a guy trying to sell me one of the pyramids.

Maybe he's right about these flies, though.

- Let's go into the bar and have a drink. - Mmm.

I always knew those BOAC uniforms lacked something.

Well, don't look so glum.

The seventh veil's always disappointing.

Sorry.

Have I been terribly heavy going tonight?

No, of course not.

Oh, you are a funny person.

Quite ashamed of having been serious for once.

- Must be slipping. - Or growing up.

You know, maybe you've got something there.

Perhaps it's that that makes me so browned off.

With flying?

No, not that.

That's always been a sort of escape for me.

But, whenever I'm on the ground for long,

somehow or other, things seem to get pretty tangled up.

Then the next trip comes along, and...

as soon as I'm in the air again,

all these troubles just seem to fall away.

And they're no more real than those toy trees and houses down below.

It always worked like a charm.

And now?

Charm doesn't work anymore.

Now flying's just a job. A good job, and I love it, but...

I want something more than that.

I'm sick of just flapping around, chasing the bright spots,

being so desperately gay.

Oh, Gus! You'll always be gay.

Us girls like you that way. All of us.

Listen, Penny. For once, I'm not fooling.

I'm asking you to marry me.

Oh, Gus!

Thank you for asking me.

But I really don't think it would work out.

It might.

- Think it over for a bit. - No, Gus.

You're just not the marrying kind.

The marrying kind can be pretty darned dull.

Not if you're in love with them.

I stuck my nose into that one.

Who is it? Nick?

I don't know.

Yeah? Yeah, I'll hold on.

This is the only time I like this dump. No VIPs or film stars to chase.

- Hello, Steve. - Hello.

- Oh, come in, Steve. - Any chance of it clearing?

Met say it'll be twelve hours at least.

You know, I've often wondered. What do you blokes do with your time

when you've got no passengers to search?

We search each other, old boy.

Yes.

Thanks. What?

Oh.

Thanks.

That horse of Gus Randall's, Santabella, went down. As usual.

Poor old Gus.

He's having a bad run.

Yes.

Do you, er...

Do you have a feeling he's a bit browned off?

Hmm?

No. He's a little touchy at times, but it doesn't mean a thing.

I just hope he doesn't do something silly.

If it's your department you're thinking of,

you've got nothing to worry about.

I'm dead sure of that.

I hope you're right.

I'd hate to be the one to prove you wrong.

Hey!

What started this idea?

Just a hunch.

You get them in my job for no reason at all.

Well, I must be off. See you later.

- Cheerio, Tom. - 80 long.

Something must get into those chaps.

Perhaps it's always being on the wrong side of the counter.

I don't know.

I think he was only trying to be helpful.

Oh, by the way, I, er... I believe you've got a story for me.

No, no, no, not the parakeets.

Those two kids that went off together. What are they up to?

Now, lay off, you old vulture.

Tomorrow he goes east, and she goes west.

What would you do, chum?

- Thanks. - Thank you, sir.

Where to, guv?

We've only got a few hours, and we want to see something of London.

Well, what do you fancy?

Well, I don't, er...

How about some nice tombs? You like tombs, do ya?

Well...

Here, I'll take you to the Abbey first.

That's where all the nobs get buried.

Oh, they've got some wonderful tombs there, they have.

Well, you've chosen a good day for it, haven't you?

Mind you, some of it looks better for a bit of fog.

Suits old London, the fog does.

It is beautiful, this city, Bill.

Yeah.

And in a few hours, we'll be flying away without ever really seeing it.

Tower of London, where they used to cut all their heads off.

Execution Dock, where they used to hang the pirates.

Look, let's give death a holiday for once.

We're hungry, driver.

Well, that's why we're stopping, guv.

This is it.

Here we are.

Say, this is something.

Oh, is this where we can eat?

Yeah, you get the real stuff here, miss.

Nothing fancy, mind.

But you'll see a bit of London life all right... with the lid off.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I think I'd better come in with ya.

Wouldn't do to get a knife in the back, would it?

Spoil that nice suit of yours.

Come on!

- Hello, Jim, I didn't know you was out. - Wotcher, old boy.

The finest pickpocket in the game.

Well, shall I get you a drink?

- What would you like? - I think perhaps a cocktail.

- Gin and French? - Mm-hmm.

And I guess I'll have a highball.

- Or maybe they don't know how... - Ah, they know how all right, guv'nor.

They're used to Americans here.

- Get something for yourself. - Oh, thank you, guv'nor.

I've brought you another Yank, Harry.

I think I am a little frightened, Bill.

I think it's swell.

I like to get off the beaten track in a new town.

Here we are.

You're in luck tonight, guv'nor.

Some of the real aristocrats here tonight.

Here...

See that bloke over there?

The one with a scar talking to the other two.

One of the biggest cracksmen in the country.

And the big fella...

Ever heard of the Cristini brothers, the race gang?

Well, that's Toni Cristini. The Slasher, they call him.

Bill, please, could we not go somewhere else?

Of course, honey.

Ah, you don't have to worry, miss. They won't harm the likes of you.

We'd better get through to the back. Mrs Jones'll have the grub ready.

And she likes to serve it hot.

Here, miss, you don't want to look as if you're snooping on 'em.

It's not a big score on an Australian wicket.

With Hutton and May both out overnight, who's gonna stick with Compton?

Mark my words, Bailey will stick. He always does.

Hark at the Essex man!

Here, same again, boys.

Not for me. I must get back to the laundry.

Here, it's time we were off, too, Perce.

I promised your old woman I'd get you home by eight.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Joe Harvey,

filling them up with all that rubbish.

All right, I know, I know.

Only most of 'em like their East End that way.

- Oh, yeah? - Well...

I'll be waiting outside for you, guv'nor.

Toodle-oo.

- "The biggest cracksman in the country." - "The Slasher"!

Oh, we had them all here once. I don't say we didn't.

But since the Blitz and the rebuilding,

our old East End's more like the Ideal Home Exhibition.

And a good job, too, I say.

- Well, your supper won't be long. - Thanks.

I tell you what, just you come out here on the balcony while you're waiting.

If it wasn't for the fog, you'd see the whole of London River from here,

right from Tower Bridge down to Greenwich.

Just you stand and listen to it, though.

I often come out here and listen.

Like a concert it is sometimes, the sounds of the old river.

That's St Mary's, Rotherhithe. She's always the first.

You'll hear all the others in a minute.

Southwark, and Bow, and St Paul's... and the City churches.

There's a big 'un coming up.

That'll be the Dutchman, ♪ expect. Always in on Fridays.

That's just the barges banging together at their moorings.

The wash of a big ship always sets them off.

Well, I'll go and dish up your supper.

I'll give you a call.

Bill...

I will never forget this day.

Smoke much?

Nothing on duty.

Occasional pipe afterwards, er...

I've cut out cigarettes since I last saw you.

How about drink?

A beer midday, and perhaps a gin before dinner.

I generally find "a gin before dinner" means three or four,

thus pickling the dinner.

No, I only really mean one.

Very well.

You can get your things on.

There's nothing wrong, is there?

No.

I'm pretty fit, aren't I?

Not bad at all.

Much better than I was six months ago.

Yes, there's a marked improvement.

Now, that's a relief.

You know, Doc, it came as a bit of a shock

when you grounded me last year.

I knew it couldn't last for long. That's why I agreed to take on this job.

I can't pass you, Nick.

What?

But... But there's... There's nothing wrong with me.

There's nothing organically wrong.

On the whole, your health's pretty good for a man of your age.

But after all, Captain Brent's still flying,

and he must be at least eight years older than I am.

That's the point.

Brent didn't spend three days and four nights

in the sea in mid-winter.

But that was ages ago, during the war.

Surely you're not saying that would affect my flying today.

I'm saying that, in certain circumstances,

having regard to your age, it's just possible.

Maybe it's only a thousand-to-one chance,

but with thirty-five other lives depending on you,

I'm afraid that's a chance we can't afford to take.

That's as true today as when I grounded you a year ago.

Yes.

For an ordinary job, you're as fit as the next man.

Then I suppose I'll just have to be satisfied with an ordinary job.

Nick.

- Have you ever stopped to think... - Often.

You're doing a good job. An essential job.

Flying planes isn't the be-all and end-all of flying, you know.

A million-odd people a year pass through this place.

They need your help.

On the ground.

Duty room calling Mr Millbourne.

Will Mr Millbourne please contact duty room?

Mr Millbourne, please contact duty room.

Millbourne.

That the latest forecast?

Thank you.

Met have given us a five a.m. clearance.

I'll arrange with BEA to carry our Pan American transit, er...

What's his name, um... Steiner.

...on their Viscount flight to Israel.

That ought to save him a good five hours.

Ring through to the Empress and prepare them for an early start.

Very good, sir.

If that was English cooking, somebody's been libelling the place.

I haven't had a better meal in years.

It was wonderful.

You look like a kid who just raided the icebox.

Mmm, Bill...

Have you ever known what it's like to be hungry?

Really hungry?

No. I guess not.

Then don't look so smug.

That's all over now.

You know, during all those years, I made up my mind

that if I ever escaped, I would...

Marry a man with lots of money.

I was right, Bill. You have contempt for me.

On the contrary.

I'm in love with you.

Bill...

It's a deal with this guy, is it?

If that is what you call it, yes.

It is a deal.

All worked out?

All worked out.

I will give him care and kindness.

He will give me security.

And his money when he dies.

This is where we came in, guv'nor.

Oh, thanks.

- Good night, miss. - Good night.

Oh... looks as if it's lifting.

Be clear by morning.

Yeah.

Then I guess we'll be able to see things as they really are.

- Thanks, chum. - Oh, thank you, guv'nor.

Well, I, um...

I hope you have a safe journey.

Thanks. Same to you.

Don't worry, guv'nor. My tomb ain't ready yet.

Oh, there you are, Mr Steiner.

Say, I hope we haven't been keeping you up.

Not at all.

Miss Roche, your bus leaves at eight o'clock.

Mr Steiner, you'll be leaving at six a.m.

on BEA's Viscount flight via Rome to Israel.

Thanks. I'll be there.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Good night. - Good night, Miss Roche.

Well, that's the lot.

- Your key? - Thank you.

He hopes they haven't been keeping me up!

Yes?

- For you, Miss Osmond. - Thank you.

Hello, who's that?

Tony!

I am sorry.

But, darling, I couldn't help it.

Look, I'm off early tomorrow. I'll get there and queue till you come.

You needn't get sore.

I want to propose to you.

Come and sit down.

The way I figure it is this.

We could stay over an extra day,

get married here,

and then go on to Israel together.

No, Bill.

It's not much of an offer, I know.

Nobody's got very much out there.

I've had enough of nothing, Bill.

Hard work, insecurity, struggle,

danger, shortages...

Love.

Will you share them with me, Leah?

But, Bill, you know nothing at all about me.

I'll try to put it as simply as I can.

I love you, very dearly.

Sometimes when one is afraid of something,

like insecurity,

the cure is...

insecurity with a guy like me.

Will you marry me?

Bill, you're good, you're strong. I'm weak.

Are you in love with this guy, Leah?

No.

All right.

Now then, let me ask you the sixty-four dollar question.

Do you love me?

Oh, Bill, how could I know?

Try!

Leah!

Leah, darling, I love you. Come with me!

Oh, Bill, I do love you!

What am I to do?

Every moment I've been fighting it.

Bill, please let me go.

I... I'm sorry.

I'm not going with you.

Why, Leah?

Don't stand there asking me why, because I can't and I won't.

You've made me say what I thought I'd never say again to any man.

Be satisfied with that.

But, Leah...

I won't share misery and poverty!

I don't love anyone enough for that.

Leave me alone.

To be what I wish to be and to go where I wish to go.

All right, Leah.

I'm sorry.

Bill, my dear, I've treated you very badly.

No.

I wouldn't let you turn me from what I wanna do either.

I guess that's how people are made.

Bill...

Thank you for saying you loved me.

Leah... Leah!

- Bill... - I wanna marry you.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Good luck, Leah.

Hello?

This is Saunders, Flight Operations Officer, Cairo, speaking.

Yes, Ben, what's the trouble?

Captain Wilson's just flown in from Karachi

on Able Baker with a gyppo tummy.

Looks like a hospital case.

Will you fly his kite with your crew on to London

while we arrange a substitute?

I'll be there in half an hour. What about the others?

- They're on their way. - Okay, Ben.

Good morning, Captain.

I am pleased you have been so quick in reply.

Always I say it is the English who get things done.

Okay, okay.

I'm in a hurry. Have you got the doings?

- "Doings"? - Yes, the doings.

Whatever it is I'm supposed to take back to Miss Harcourt in London.

Ah, yes... "doings".

Your language is so rich.

I must tell my Norwegian friend of this.

"Doings"...

Well, come on, come on. I'm gonna be late.

Hey!

- What's in that? - Oh, please!

If the cuckoo disclosed its egg, it will never be hatched.

You can cut the fancy talk.

If you think I'm taking something through without knowing what it is,

you're ruddy well mistaken.

But, of course, Captain, I understand your concern.

I think it will be better for you to remain in ignorance.

- Now, look here... - But we must find some consolation

for your feelings.

Shall we say five hundred pounds?

What kept you so long?

Business, old man. Very important business.

- Most enjoyable business. - Mmm?

And not what you think either.

- There you are, chum, it's all yours. - You have nothing to declare, Captain?

Only a bagful of diamonds,

ten hashish cigarettes, and a couple of gold bars.

- Stop kidding, man, and hurry. - Okay, Captain.

Right. Let's go.

- Your crew's over at Ops. - Oh, Ben, er... do me a favour.

Send a wire to this address.

Tell her I'll be in London at, er... whenever I will be.

- Good morning, Captain. - Morning, Penny.

Passengers have completed Customs and Immigration.

Right. Give me five minutes to check the freight,

then get them aboard.

See you at the kite.

- Haven't you a guilty conscience? - Me?

You could have snatched the brand from the burning.

I was taught not to play with fire.

- Have a good night? - Shocking.

I went straight home to bed.

BOAC announce their flight...

See you aboard.

Save me some coffee.

Take-off check complete, sir.

Right, let's go.

Rome and London, here we come.

- Yes? - Your call, Miss Roche.

Oh! Thank you.

Please, feel my pulse.

- Huh? - Never mind, feel it!

- Can't feel anything. - No.

And now?

- Oh, yeah, there it is. - Uh-huh!

You see, I can stop and start my pulse at will.

It is a hobby I practise. Yoga.

Very interesting.

I can also stop my heart.

But that takes some preparation.

Now, wait a minute. I will show you.

Please.

All right.

Good morning. This way, please.

Has the plane left yet, please, for Israel?

Over two hours ago, madam.

Oh, thank you.

- Hello, Dave. - Morning, Bob.

BA116 from Johannesburg on finals. 116 finals.

- Ho, there. How good of you to come. - Well, you had nothing to do all night.

You were wrong there, brother. The governor was here.

- What, all night? - Just to sleep, he said.

He didn't get much. Neither did we.

- Goodbye, sir. - Bye.

- Morning, Bob. - Morning, sir.

Well, the passengers from our Tokyo flight

nine-one-nine diverted to Hum

are leaving Bournemouth by the first train.

I've arranged for Airways Terminal to meet them at Waterloo.

Good.

- Captain Brent not away yet? - No, sir.

What the devil are they playing at?

- Instrument check okay? - Yes, sir.

I still don't like the sound of her.

Get them to check the magnetos again, will you?

Yes, sir.

What's the trouble now?

He doesn't like the sound of the port outer.

What the blazes does he want us to do? Fit the exhausts with saxophones?

I'll have a word with him.

What's the trouble, Captain?

I'm not happy about the port outer. She sounds a bit rough to me.

Instruments check all right?

Yes.

The instruments say she's okay. The Chief Mechanic says she's okay.

Young man, let me tell you something.

In the air, I am responsible for this aircraft

and the lives of all on board her.

And neither you nor anyone else, including the Chairman of the Corporation,

is going to induce me to take her one inch off the ground

until I'm absolutely satisfied she's in perfect order.

Do I make myself clear?

You make yourself clear.

I'm right, and you know I am.

That's why I've flown more miles than anyone else on this airfield.

Of course you're right, Captain.

Mr Millbourne...

One of the first things a pilot learns

is never to try to do anything when he's tired.

The same rule might be extended to duty officers.

Yes, Captain. I learnt that when I was flying.

I hear you're applying for your ticket again.

No, I don't think I am.

Perhaps you'll let me know when you're ready to leave.

I will, Mr Millbourne. I will.

BOAC announce

that their Monarch service to New York will depart in half an hour.

- Your pill? - No, thank you.

I'm not taking any more chances like that.

Now, have you got everything?

Tickets, passports, inoculation certificates,

brandy, smelling salts,

airsickness pills, ear plugs...

- How long until the plane goes, please? - Quite soon now.

I... I wish to send a cable to New York.

- I'll show you. - Thank you.

If I raise the blood pressure in my veins sufficiently,

I could allow a steamroller to pass over my body

without feeling any undue signs of discomfort.

I do this often at garden fêtes.

It's always very popular with the children.

Yes, I'm sure it must be.

Will you please fasten your seat belts. We will shortly be landing at Rome.

Oh, what a pity!

There is so much I'd like to show you.

You know, if I worked really hard,

I could dispense with this aeroplane and fly on without it.

That'd be fun... for us.

Do you mean, er... if you really concentrate hard on this stuff,

you can get anything you want?

Have I not demonstrated this to you?

Suppose...

Suppose there was somebody very far away,

- and you wanted to be with her? - Yes.

- Could it be done? - Oho! Yes, sir, easily.

- You're not kidding? - Oh, no, no, indeed, sir,

I am not kidding.

- No, it is all a matter... - Pipe down.

I'm concentrating.

- She isn't here. - Mmm? Who?

The girl I was concentrating on.

Oh, well, sir. You must not give up so easily.

How long do you say we have to stay here?

Only about an hour, sir, until the plane's been refuelled.

Is this one of yours, too?

No, sir. That's a BOAC Constellation for London.

Oh!

- Two thousand lire. - Si, Signor.

And, um... keep that for yourself.

Grazie, Signor.

Do you know I can study form in three languages?

It's the same in any language, old boy.

- Whisky, sour. - Si, Signor.

Whisky sour, Signor.

Thank you.

La BOAC annuncia la partenza

del loro Constellation per Londra in venti minuti.

BOAC announce the departure in twenty minutes

of their Constellation service to London.

Come on, chaps.

Mustn't keep the customers waiting.

Signor... Cinquecento lire.

Grazie, Signor.

Signor!

Grazie.

Do you know, you can get anything you want in the world

by concentrating hard enough on it.

Eh?

Yoga!

Yoga!

If I concentrated hard enough,

I could dispense with this aeroplane altogether

and fly on without.

She sounds all right now.

My compliments to Mr Millbourne. We're ready for the passengers.

Yes, sir.

Quite a job these duty officers do.

- Quite a job. - Yes, sir.

Duty room.

Speedbird Charlie.

Captain Brent's ready for passengers.

How frightfully decent of him.

Monarch to New York, now ready for passengers.

Hey, sister, can't we go any faster?

Faster!

I got a good mind to get out and walk!

What... What do you...

We'll be landing at London Airport in ten minutes.

Please fasten your seat belts.

Can I help you, madam?

Yes, the five-oh-nine Sugar Dog will depart in five minutes.

New York flight ready at last, eh?

George Able Baker due in ten minutes.

- Thank you. - That's the Connie from Rome, isn't it?

The one Gus Randall took over from Captain Wilson.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

He's away.

Lucky devil!

The Atlantic was always my favourite run.

Chasing the sun over two thousand miles of sea and space!

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, sir, there's to be a visitation from above.

Huh?

The Foreign Office, Mr Hilton-Davidson. Reception have got him.

What the devil does he want?

- Duty room. - Quarantine here.

Can we have Mr Millbourne, please?

Oh, those ruddy birds! Tell them they'll have to wait.

Able Baker in the circuit.

I must see Gus Randall, too.

I'm going down to reception.

George Able Baker, ten miles on final.

George Able Baker. Roger.

Call short final.

Able Baker on final.

Announcing the arrival of

British Overseas Airways Constellation flight from Rome.

But I always travel with my back to the engine.

You see, it's rather different in aircraft.

- All the seats face forward... - Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I'm sure you'll be quite comfortable.

Well, I suppose you know best.

Don't worry. I'll introduce you to the hostess before you leave.

- She'll look after you. - Oh, thank you.

You're very kind.

Mrs Malcolm, I hate to bother you,

but will I be able to get away early tonight?

Yes, of course.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

What is it? Swan Lake?

Yes. I've got to queue. Tony can't get away.

- Where is he? - Who?

The VIP from the Foreign Office.

In quarantine.

- What? - Animal quarantine.

He said something about some birds.

Don't tell me those parakeets have turned out to be Russian spies.

Could you tell me, please, what is the time in Ceylon?

I'm cabling my wife to meet me.

Certainly, sir. I'll just look it up for you.

Thank you.

It really is most inconsiderate of the Minister.

He knows I'm allergic to feathers.

Really?

Oh, yes, I had to transfer from Agriculture and Fisheries.

Good morning.

Millbourne, BOAC. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Er... Hilton-Davidson, Foreign Office.

The Minister sent me down to see about these birds.

The Minister?

Yes. You see, they are a present to his opposite number in Washington.

- He collects them. - Really? What's the trouble?

Well, when they reached New York, they weren't allowed to land.

Psittacosis.

I beg your pardon?

Psittacosis. Parrot disease.

- Oh, yes. - No certificate of immunity.

So?

So they flew them back again on the same plane.

- Well, then what? - Ah!

Well, then comes the snag.

Our people here won't let them in again

without a certificate from the other side.

And, of course, as they never landed there, they can't get one.

So, what's the position?

Well... They're stateless parakeets.

Can you tell me if the New York plane has left yet?

Ten minutes ago, sir.

They're all yours, chum.

Have you anything in your possession

or in your baggage that you acquired abroad?

No, not a thing.

You've read this notice?

You know darned well I have. About two hundred times.

Hey, steady on. What's the idea?

Sorry, Captain, you're one of the ten per cent this morning.

Oh.

You've nothing in your pockets or on your person?

No.

Very well, then. Come with me, please.

But this was cancelled automatically when you left for Israel this morning.

And now I'm back.

But don't you see, you oughtn't to be back.

- I don't wanna be back! - But you are back!

I'm going to New York.

But you've no booking for New York.

How can I get a booking when you keep me here in a darned silly argument?

Losing your temper won't help.

Hey, sister. Get me that big guy, the one I saw here yesterday.

He'll get me out of this.

He means Mr Millbourne. I'll call him.

And make it snappy, will ya?

Where's Captain Randall?

He's in there, getting the full treatment.

The BOAC duty officer is wanted in Immigration.

Will Mr Millbourne please go to Immigration?

I had the treatment once. And, boy, are they thorough!

What made you pick on me this time?

I thought the odds might prove too tempting for a gambler.

What odds?

A little horse called Santabella.

Ten to one.

You don't know how tempting those odds were.

One day, I'll tell you a little story.

Perhaps.

So long, Steve.

I'm sorry, you leave me no alternative. Mr Douglas.

Until all this is sorted out, I'm sending you to the detention block.

Detention!

Just take this gentleman to the detention block.

- This way, sir. - We won't keep you long.

You bet your sweet life you won't.

Now, listen, my beautiful piece of deadly nightshade.

Bringing you a present is one thing, smuggling drugs is quite another.

I just don't happen to like it or being made a fool of.

Oh, but, darling...

If you want to contact your friend, Mr Hafadi,

you'll probably find he's in Cairo jail.

I'm afraid this means the end of a beautiful friendship.

And if I see you hanging around any of the chaps here again,

I'll probably be tempted to call a copper.

80 help me I will.

Wait here, please, sir.

Bill!

Bill!

It's you!

Leah!

Leah!

- They said your plane had gone. - It did, but I didn't go on it.

- Why? - I couldn't!

I just couldn't.

I sent him, Alex, a cable.

You mean...

You mean it's off?

I was on my way to Israel to try to find you.

And I was on my way to America to find you.

Oh, Bill!

I'm sorry about this, Mr Steiner. You're free to leave.

Leave? Not on your life!

- Now he doesn't want to leave. - Not unless she comes, too.

Now, look, Mr Steiner, just tell us exactly what you want

and where you wish to go.

That's a cinch.

One, we want to get married. Two, we want to get a plane to Israel.

Well, I'm afraid we can't offer to marry you,

but we can arrange to get you both on the next plane for Israel.

And we... We'd like to offer our congratulations.

Will that do?

Will it do?

Brother, you don't know how it'll do!

- Good luck. - Thanks.

- Gosh! - What is it?

I haven't asked you.

I suppose you do want to marry me?

Oh, Bill.

If there is anyone here meeting Master Healy from Hong Kong,

Master Healy from Hong Kong,

will they please come to the general enquiry desk.

Can't get a drink out of hours? Now I know we're in England.

Hello, Gus.

- Everything all right? - Sure. Why?

I was a bit worried. I thought you'd had trouble with Customs.

No, just Steve throwing his weight about.

Hello, Penny.

- Can I give you a lift home? - No, thanks.

Nick's taking me.

I can't think why you want to get back to it, Nick.

What did Dr Harman say, Nick?

Oh, that I'm more use down on the ground looking after half a million people

than I would be up there with forty or fifty odd

depending on my hardening arteries.

I suppose he's right.

Isn't that what I've always said?

So long, Nick. See you soon.

Hello, Mrs M. I'll give you a lift.

Oh, thank you, Captain Randall.

I want a long and serious talk with you.

I warn you, I'm a happily married woman.

That's just it. I need some motherly advice.

And you're the one person I know who can give it to me.

I have an awful feeling I'm about to settle down.

Do you feel pretty bad about the medical?

You know, it's funny, but I don't.

I think I could settle down to this job, but...

Well, it's just that...

What, Nick?

It's just that...

If I were still flying, I...

I'd hoped that maybe one day you and I might...

You haven't seriously been thinking that I'd marry a pilot!

That thought had crossed my mind.

After what I've seen of them? Not me!

I want a husband who comes home at night.

Every night!