All language subtitles for Out.of.the.Clouds.1955

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!