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Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at Luton Airport in five minutes.

Would you fasten your seatbelts, please, and extinguish your cigarettes.

The weather in Luton is reported to be fine, but cold.

Landing gear.

Landing gear checking.

Drain valve.

Three greens.

Fully established on ILS.

Six miles to go, sir.

Thank you.

Luton approach, Golf 4-4 Bravo.

Fully established on ILS, ever.

Roger, Golf 4-4 Bravo established on ILS.

Out of marker, contact Luton Tower on 120, decimal 2.

Approach, over.

Yes, yes, Marker.

Four miles, Jason.

Thank you.

Luton Tower, Golf 4-4 Bravo.

Out of marker, inbound, ever.

Roger, Golf 4, 4 Bravo, clear to land, runway 26.

Surface wind 0, 1-0 at 5.

Visibility 2 kilometers.

Cloud base 300 feet. QFE is 1-0-0-6.

There's the middle marker.

3 quarter miles from runway.

Oh, I see it.

Golf 4, 4 Bravo, we have visual contact.

Captain Rolf has just landed, sir.

I see he used to be a senior captain.

There still is a senior captain.

No, no, I mean on the big stuff.

Now he's with the charter company. What happened?

Well, he was the wrong age for retraining on Jumbo's.

So he took his redundancy pay and got another job.

Quite a lot of them in that age group did the same thing.

Money in the bank, I suppose.

Didn't notice when he had his last medical.

About six weeks ago.

You know a lot about him?

He's a friend.

Of long standing?

Yes.

is that why you don't like this?

I think it's unnecessary.

captain Rolf is a careful conscientious pilot with 20,000 flying hours to his

credit. his report can't be discounted.

well I agree absolutely.

but it's a matter of convincing the Germans isn't it?

ah hamish i'm sorry to drag you up here at this time of night this is mr

samuel's air safety division captain robb pleased to meet you captain how do

you do take a seat hamish i'd like some coffee oh no thanks i seem to have had

nothing else for the past two hours did you have a good trip captain no

different from usual nobody buzzed you this time eh is that what this is about

we've had a report from hamburg well look i had an hour with the

ATC there this evening. I couldn't tell them anything. Well you don't mind if we

just run through it once again?

Well actually I do rather. I've had a long spell on duty and I've got 48 hours

off now.

For my benefit captain.

You see the Germans don't accept it. Yes I know but there's nothing I can do

about that.

At that time they say there was nothing within eight miles of you.

Well officially no that's obvious.

Unofficially? Well a cowboy flying without lights through a controlled

zone. It wasn't detected on their radar.

Well, I don't know. It's possible we masked it.

Yes. You were on the same course.

Airway Blue 1.

I just reported passing the Umstalt NDB.

So you were still keyed to Hamburg departure control? Yes.

Go on, please.

It was a minute or so after that.

We were climbing to 15,000 without set height.

My first officer made some sort of joke Something to do with the weather I think

I can't remember This must be what they used to call a bomber's moon, sir

Sagan, I can see everything down there

What? What the hell?

Bloody mad bastard! What, an aircraft?

Didn't you see it? By golly, there's clouding right into us Or was it?

Are you okay, sir?

Yes, I didn't see it properly.

We'd better inform Hamburg, sir.

Yes.

We'll do see how the passengers are, Mr. Farmer. Right, sir.

Hamburg, Golf 44 Bravo.

Unidentified aircraft without navigation lights.

At flight level 147.

Repeat, 147.

Mr. Golf 44 Bravo, maintain your flight course.

Hello, Zoe. Sorry about that. Everything all right back there?

Hello. Golf 44 Bravo, can you give me more information?

Golf 44 Bravo, aircraft is heading approximately...

047, over.

Uh, Golf 44 Bravo, well, I only saw it for half a second. I lost it as soon as

I took evading action. Over.

Any detail would help.

Tail-mounted engines?

No, I think there were four entrance props.

Uh, I couldn't make out any markings. Over.

Uh, roger, Golf 44 Bravo.

We are checking into it.

You're lucky night, eh?

Lucky night?

I couldn't believe he hadn't hit us.

All right, thank you, Zoe.

There's two of us reports everything's all right back there, sir. One or two

bruises, that's all.

Oh, boy.

Uh, cruise power, Mr. Prowett.

Cruise power check.

She told him we hit an air pocket.

Well, I don't suppose any of them saw it.

As far as we're aware, you were the only person who saw it, Captain Rolfe. Yes, I

did.

Unless the other pilot...

But you say he was slightly ahead of you in climbing on a collision course.

Well, he should have seen us as we turned because we passed right above

him.

You see, everyone's prepared to admit that near misses of this sort in

controlled airspace are not only more just a remote possibility.

There have been too many reported incidents over the past two years.

Well, isn't it about time something was done about it?

That's why we make these investigations.

Well, I can't really.

Add anything else to what I've already said, because I didn't see anything

else. Oh, that's a pity.

The trouble is one usually has the reports of both pilots to go on.

Is he saying he didn't see anything?

He didn't say anything.

The Germans are saying that there's no record of another aircraft in the

vicinity. Well, in other words, a cock-up in their ground control.

It's a possibility.

Well, what else?

Not that I'm sure they will be the first to admit it once all the facts are

known. What facts?

There must have been an aircraft there.

But they don't deny it.

They simply can't trace it.

It's a pity you didn't see this other plane more clearly.

Well, next time I'm within a microsecond of a collision, I must remember to take

a photograph.

No one's denying you handled the situation admirably, Captain.

Of course... Well, we'll have to ask Hamburg to go on checking.

It's possible they might still turn something up.

Depends how hard they look. They're very thorough people, you know.

Anyhow, I'm much obliged to you, Captain.

Oh, we're finished.

Sorry to have delayed you.

If we do learn anything, of course you'll be informed.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night, Captain.

Um, dinner tomorrow.

Rob had to remind you.

Ah.

Well, I've got rather a lot on tomorrow, Frank, and I'm putting the car in for

service. Oh, I can pick you up.

Oh, I don't know. Seems a lot of trouble. No sweat, old man. She said I

hadn't to take no for an answer.

Oh. Wants to see you.

Well, I surrender.

Only possible thing to do.

I'll pop round about soon.

Likewise.

Nice chap.

I think so.

Is he married?

His wife died two weeks ago.

They've been married over 20 years.

I see.

He hides his feelings.

Is that a good thing?

Sometimes I wonder if that isn't one of our national failings.

The psychiatrists tell us there's a lot to be said for the wailing and threshing

of limbs continental fashion.

Is he any kid?

What? Oh, a married daughter.

And she's looking after him, I suppose. She's in Africa. She and her husband run

a mission out there.

Religious, eh?

Is Captain Rolfe religious?

I've no idea. No, he isn't. Why?

Helps sometimes if one can get the background.

How does it help?

Well, the more one knows about a chap.

Of course, the palace don't like it.

Intrusion.

You're not suggesting that Captain Rolfe invented the whole thing?

I'm not, but the Germans seem to have that idea.

After all, there are only two possibilities.

Either he's wrong or they are.

What's your opinion?

I've only just begun my inquiry.

If they're suggesting he jeopardizes aircraft and the lives of his passengers

because of some optical illusion, well, then they're talking through their

bratwurst.

Do you think I should tell them that?

Why not?

Very good.

Goodnight, Mr Morley.

Evening, Frank.

Door's open. Don't make me come down.

Right.

Wouldn't you like me to get Roz to help you with this? Yes, I thought it was a

ten-minute job till I started.

What are you going to do with them?

Well, Oxfam take this sort of thing, don't they?

Well, someone would make you an offer.

What, Portobello Road, you mean?

Oh, I don't fancy the idea.

I had to fashion for a first-year divinity student.

You know, you should get away for a while, Hamish. Take some leave.

Why do you say that?

Just that you've had a bit of a hard time lately, that's all. Do you good?

No, I'm perfectly all right.

You're not sitting on my jacket, are you? No.

Oh, no, no.

Sorry.

It's kind of Ross to invite me.

No confidence in the chap's ability to cook for himself.

Yes, Jenny was the same.

I remember when I was on the Joburg run, she used to be up at dawn to make sure I

had a good Scottish breakfast lying uneasily under my third button.

What is a Scotch breakfast?

Well, in Jenny's case, it was normally porridge and a fry-up and some tatty

scones with marmalade.

Do you think Roz would like any of this?

What is it?

Well, she called it her quote to jewelry.

Oh, good God, man, you can't give that away.

What about Moira?

Offered it, doesn't want it.

Personal adornment, you see.

She wrote saying that all she wanted was her mother's eternity ring as a

keepsake.

She's no fool. It's the only decent thing Jenny had.

Aren't you being a little hard on her?

She could have come to the funeral, Frank. It's not that far.

Well?

Well, for the fair, you know.

But she said she'd be with me in spirit.

Well, she should have been with me in that bloody car.

I'm sure she would have been, but with it happening so quickly... I can't spend

every day dunking blacks in the upper Zambese.

Look, I'll bring it along. It might be something she fancies.

Did you enjoy that then, Hamish?

I thought it was absolutely delicious. Look, Frank, aren't they pretty?

What happened?

I don't think I could really wear them, Hamish. My ears aren't pierced.

But thank you.

Oh, remember I had one of these, Frank?

Yes, sir, you did. Oh, what is it?

It's one of those brooches the RAF lads used to make out of bits of perspex.

Oh.

I didn't know she kept that.

Did you with her?

No, I think she got that from David.

David? Oh, yes.

Remember all those Spitfire brooches they used to make out of pennies?

That's not to mention the Spitfires they made out of cigarette lighters.

That hoary old joke comes from mixing with too many Battle of Britain types.

I remember when I was a First Officer.

I used to laugh at it regularly. Otherwise, I didn't get a chance to do a

landing. I know.

Randy.

Fine. How about you, darling? A liqueur?

I think I'll just clear these things away first.

Thank you, Hamish.

Strange, isn't it, about those wartime heroes?

How do you mean, strange?

Well, I mean, we were at school then, and they were just heroes to us, weren't

they? I remember I was in the school ATC.

Oh, me too.

Thank you.

And I nearly didn't get my matric because I spent so much time with

aircraft recognition.

I knew them all, you know.

Dorniers, Heinkels, Messerschmitts.

As well as iron spits and hurries.

Typhoons, mosquitoes...

I'll leave you two to it.

I'll go make some more coffee.

I kept a diary during the war.

How many of ours and how many of theirs were shot down.

And yet today, those same chaps we hero worshipped, they're the ones we spend

our time kicking against and sucking up to.

They're the ones with the top jobs and the power while we've... It's all very

odd. It's just a question of seniority.

Promotion. Our turn will come.

yours might. might just a glorified bus driver.

not so glorified come to think of it.

what sort of a screw do you think a chap like Samuels makes?

oh I see. I was wondering what has sparked this off. not really.

just typified it.

couldn't you feel the contempt and complacency? oh I think you're

exaggerating. maybe.

maybe. stolen it's there and I've no doubt he feels perfectly justified.

next squadron leader.

DFC and Barr, no doubt.

There's a trouble with the whole airline business today.

We were born at the wrong time, Frank.

Strange what a difference a couple of years can make.

You mean because the war was inconsiderate enough to stop just before

we joined the rear?

That we were denied the chance to prove ourselves?

Something like that, yes.

No, it's just a job, Hamish.

the romance went out of flying in Amy Johnson's day. maybe I should have been

more like you.

snapping up the first ground job that was offered. if you want a ground job I

might wangle something.

what have you in mind?

driving a fuel buzzer? luggage porter?

nothing wrong with me you know.

who said there is?

all these heavy suggestions about taking a rest.

what did Samuel say about me?

Samuel?

Oh, come on, I can put two and two together. It's nothing to do with

Samuels. In fact, he's supporting you.

Speak of him.

You're so damn touchy, Hamish. We only want to help you.

Oh, come on, have another drink.

No, thanks. It's time I was going, anyway.

Oh, I'll get the car.

No, I'd rather walk.

You sure?

Look, Frank, you don't have to take me home. You don't have to tuck me up in

bed.

And you don't have to feed me with calf's foot jelly, all right?

If you say so.

I'll just say goodnight to Ross.

I'm still a better pilot than those computer mechanics they're hiring today.

What was all that about?

I suppose neither of us has realized how hard it's hit him.

Jenny's death.

You'd think... I suppose even an unhappy marriage is still a marriage.

When it's over...

What is there?

Oh, he's left all these things of hers.

He wants you to have them.

He's clearing the decks.

You put your foot in it.

Yes, I know. Do you think he noticed? Yes, of course he noticed. I'd only

completely forgotten about Jenny being married before. I mean, David, it was

just a name to me for the moment. I don't think Hamish ever forgot it.

Oh, surely.

How long did it last?

It was about six months before he was killed.

Yes, on a bombing mission out east.

Well, that's what I mean. It was only a wartime thing.

wartime things were the big romances Frank.

you ought to know that. it hardly seems fair. all the same six months against 20

years. I don't think the rules of cricket really apply to marriage

darling. it can be a much more destructive game than that.

poor Hamish.

he was always second best.

no isn't that rather a woman's magazine idea?

yes I suppose so but she was that sort of woman.

I think that was really the problem between them. except Hamish could never

see it. he loved her.

yes I suppose he must have done

Boynton 301 speaking.

Oh, hello.

No, it's not early for me.

What happened?

Have they?

Oh, did they?

Well, aren't they a magnanimous bunch of bastards?

A DC-80?

A Dutch plane on a training flight. Apparently it was miles off course.

It must have been.

Anyway, the Germans are quite satisfied with the plane you saw.

They're eating humble sauerkraut and blaming the Dutch.

Samuel says there's a hell of a row going on.

I bet there is, yes.

So, that's all right, then, isn't it?

What do you mean? I'm in the care?

Absolutely. I thought I'd come straight round and tell you.

Oh, and bring you this.

Rosnick to bracelet, I believe.

Oh, good. Yes, that's fine.

You know, Frank?

What?

Oh, it's nothing now, but... Everyone was so damn certain there was no plane,

I was beginning to wonder myself if there was one. Well, that's natural

enough.

No, I mean that I imagined it.

But you didn't, did you?

No.

So forget it.

No, it's just that... Anyway.

A DC-8A.

That's right.

and they're absolutely certain?

well of course they're certain.

Samuels is sending me over a special copy of the report. you can see it if

you like. no no no that's perfectly all right.

what a lovely morning.

yes at the moment the forecast is there's a nasty patch of filth on the

way.

have you ever heard of a place called South Edge Frank? there's an old bomber

station.

no can't say I have.

why?

Boynton 765.

Speaking.

Oh, good morning, Captain Driscoll.

Hamburg, this afternoon.

Oh, couldn't you... No, it's just that it's my rest day, that's all.

No, no, I have no particular objection.

All right, yes, I'll wait to hear from you.

Seems I'm indispensable.

Boynton 391, please.

Ros, it's me.

I may be working a bit late.

No, it's just the usual.

No, you do that.

Give them my love.

Listen, Ros, you don't remember where Jenny's first husband was stationed

before he went out east?

Oh, no, of course not. I just thought she might have mentioned a name at some

time.

I see.

Well, it's not important.

Hmm.

I'll pick her up there, shall I?

Fine. Bye.

Yes? Mr Samuels is here, sir.

Right. Send him in, will you?

Thank you.

Sorry to be so late.

I had a meeting over at Manston which took all afternoon.

Not another unidentified aircraft.

No, no. Much more mundane.

Recommended tire presses in relation to landing speeds.

You finished with the report?

Yes. Thank you.

They did a very thorough job, the Germans.

Did you discuss it with Captain Rolfe?

No. I told him the main findings. He wasn't interested in the details.

I think he'd rather forget the whole incident.

Best thing.

Anyway, I'm glad it was all cleared up.

I hope captain Rolfe didn't think... we have a certain method of inquiry.

quite no no I'm sure he understood your problem.

is there anything else mr. Worley? what? oh Linda just this.

sorry to have kept you. good night.

good night then.

oh mr.

Hutchins rang you. he's going to ring again tomorrow.

no message.

only that he could find no record of South Edge airfield. he checked back to

1939.

Well, I should think that's far enough.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Delving into history?

No, not really. It's just something I was curious about.

What was that about South Edge?

Well, someone was saying the other day that it used to be a bomber field, and I

couldn't remember it, so I thought I'd check.

Your friend was right.

Not according to our military historian.

South Edge was the wireless code name for Mottisham.

I flew from it.

You were in the rat.

I was a squadron leader.

Really?

Well, I'll go and get a bite to eat and make tracks for town.

I still have an awful lot of paperwork to get through.

That report, there was just one thing I couldn't quite understand.

Oh? The flight path of that DC-8.

The nearest point it reached to Rolf's plane was 15 miles.

I'm sure it can be explained.

Very simply, that was the projected course given by the pilot.

The actual course could only be verified by ground radar.

And as we know, for some reason, it wasn't plotted.

Yes, of course.

Obviously, he drifted much further west. The other thing is that, well, when he

spoke to Hamburg ground control just after it happened, Captain Rawls said

that he thought it was a piston engine plane.

The DC-8 is a jet.

He said himself he didn't see it clearly.

He did say it had four engines.

True.

Well, anyway...

As long as the experts are happy.

Aren't you?

You were defending him to me yesterday.

I still am.

I'm quite sure you're right. It's absurd of me to attach any significance to it.

Only that he did seem surprised it was a DC-8.

But I think if we were to suggest to Hamburg there was another intruder in

the area, we'd get a very dusty answer.

Of course.

Domestic supplies off.

Domestic supplies off. Check. Beacon lamp on.

Beacon lamp on. Your check's complete, Mr Armstrong?

All correct. Ready for start-up, sir.

Good. Thank you.

Hamburg Ground, Golf 44 Bravo.

Request start-up clearance.

Brakes? Brakes applied.

Check. Pressure.

Captain to ground. Care to start?

Right. Start four.

Four running.

Start three.

Three running.

How would you like to try a night take-off, Mr. Farratt?

Fine, sir.

You should never ask.

All right.

Start two.

Now, you know our all-up weight. Which runway do you want?

I should think two threes.

That's one of my favorites.

Two running.

And start one.

All systems normal. Ready to taxi, sir.

Thank you.

Captain to ground. Remove ground power and shock.

It looks a bit hazy over there. You'd better check the RVR. Right, sir.

Albert Tower, Golf 4-4 Bravo, request visual range, please, on runway 23,

over. Golf 4-4 Bravo, you're off beyond 23, is now 1,000 meters.

Are you ready to taxi?

Golf 4-4 Bravo affirmative, request taxi clearance to runway 23, over.

Okay, Golf 4-4 Bravo, you're cleared to move to runway 23.

Hold at the end of runway for incoming traffic.

Golf 4-4 Bravo.

Brakes off.

Wall here.

Oh, hello, Ros.

Stupid of me. Of course I remember about David.

He did his training in Canada and they sent him to Scotland when he got back.

Jenny went up there to be with him.

Then they sent him out east.

As far as you know, he was never at a base called Mottisham.

Where's that?

East Anglia?

No, I'm sure he was never there.

Why? Did Hamish say something?

No, not really.

It's just me being a bit stupid.

Look, forget it.

I'll pick you up later, hmm?

Fine.

Bye.

Oh,

good evening, Mr Shaw. I didn't see you come before.

I'm not surprised.

I thought I caught the wrong thing. They're going to a football match.

Oh, I gather.

Well, it brightens things up a bit, doesn't it?

You are English?

Yes, Arthur Shaw.

This is Hilda.

This is my good friend, Franz.

No, thank you. Oh, it's very good for you. I don't drink.

Please, we have plenty.

Well, just a little, then. Thank you.

Good, yeah?

Excellent. Thanks. More, come on. We are coming to England to beat you.

I shouldn't be too sure.

Excuse me, please.

The days are at 22.35, sir. Shall I do it? Please.

Go for Bravo.

VESA at 3-5.

Flight level at 1-5-0.

ETA dogger at 2-300, over.

Golf 4-4, bravo!

I'm okay for autopilot.

Alrighty.

The old cloud's thickening up, sir.

He's solid puny him all the way now.

Skipper, flagship ahead.

Shall I have us some coffee, sir?

Yes, yes, if you like.

Oh, there's a... Can we have some coffee a bit, please?

Thanks, sir.

Mike? Food?

Three, please, sir.

Thank you.

How far away from Dogger?

Um, 40 miles, sir.

I think I'll have a wash.

Trouble?

Needle flutter, sir.

That's not the first time I've had a fault on their panel.

I've reported it twice, sir. It's been checked.

Not very thoroughly, apparently.

Seems to be an intermittent defect just on that one circuit.

I'll report it again.

Yes, please do that.

I shall log it on the flight record.

It's in a grouchy mood tonight?

Yeah.

It's funny, it was all sunshine and smiles earlier on, but only it's been

for weeks.

It's only a bloody habit.

Oh, that needle jump, Mike, it shouldn't, you know, it really

shouldn't. If a cutout sticks for a second, it'll get a surge, won't it?

What do you expect them to do, take the whole damn plane apart?

People just want to know how much longer they'll fall apart all by themselves.

We should win the championship of Europe this year.

Inter Milan beat Hamburg last year, didn't they? That was a referee.

We should have had two penalties.

Oh, yes, right. We should have had two penalties.

Oh, the Hampton beat Inter Milan.

Have some schnapps. Listen, listen.

Coventry beat Wolves at Molineux the other week. So they're bound to beat

you. So I think we should win by two goals to nothing.

You're dreaming. Two nil?

Having Coventry come to Hamburg, we should win by five goals to nothing.

Your husband's an optimist. Oh, he's not my husband. He's my husband over there.

That is right. But sometimes we swap us, huh?

Is everyone all right? Yes, sir, they seem to be. Oh, thank you.

Are they looking after you all right, are they?

Well,

we should be at Luton.

Will you fasten your seatbelts, everybody, please? Fasten your

seatbelts, please.

Will everybody fasten their seatbelts?

It's all right. There's nothing to worry about.

Everybody, seatbelts fastened, please.

What happened?

I think the auto part had dozed off, sir.

What?

We seem to have a major systems failure, sir.

What's the score, Mr Armstrong?

What's number one, buzz buzz?

Number two is okay, no?

Any other damage?

You're short of radio fire, sir.

ADF's packed up, sir.

Yes.

The compass is all right.

Numbers one and two, check all the standby, sir. They're back on course.

Right, I have control.

Check the VOR.

Dead, sir.

Try the comm frequency.

London Control, London Control, this is Golf 44 Bravo. How do you read VOR?

London Control, this is Golfer 4-4 Bravo.

Do you read me, over?

A lot of bloody chirrups, sir. Well, we may be transmitting but not receiving,

so call them every few minutes. Right, sir.

I can't find anything wrong, sir. We've lost our ADF signals and both VR assets

seem to be out of action.

Both of them? Yes, sir. You'd better think of something and rather quickly.

I understand.

There must be something electrical like Shirley.

Take the ground to open missiles and knock out everything like that.

London Control, Golf 4-4 Bravo.

Do you read me, over?

Worley.

Lost contact?

At what time should he have reported?

Right, I'll come over.

Worley here.

I want to pay to the restaurant, Mr.

Samuels. I shall be in the control tower.

You seem to be in a bit of trouble, sir.

Try flying a reciprocal bearing.

Well, back to Germany. This weather would be going with us.

We can get ahead of it, sir.

No, Luton's care.

The, uh, plant base of Luton, sir, was...

1500 feet visibility down to 500 meters. No, that sounds possible.

Unless we weren't flying blind.

It would be safer if we turned back, sir. No, I don't agree. Without radio

comm, I'd rather stick to the flight plan.

If we turn back, sir, we might be able to get a visual bearing.

Well, that's what I intend to do.

Either we get below this weather, or else we try and climb above it and get

an astral fix. Well, I prefer to go below it.

I hope you're right, sir.

Four degrees, sir.

How far, of course, would you say we are?

Not more than a mile or so.

But you've just turned us through 15 degrees.

Well, maybe we're not.

Flying us blind, as you think.

How's the ADF, Nazca?

Still dead.

Oh, hell.

I haven't figured this at all.

It's just not possible.

We're having the plot relayed from West Drayton.

He must be miles off course.

On his present course, he'll cross the coast somewhere near Cromer.

Are you sure it's the right aircraft?

Quite sure.

They picked up the Echo seven miles west of Dogger.

That means he's got a radio breakdown.

He's flying blind.

It's the worst possible night for it, too.

We've got to contact him somehow. Try the radio again.

Flyway Charters, Golf 44 Bravo, this is Luton Approach, over.

Golf 44 Bravo, do you read? Over.

I think he's losing height.

We should be about Woodbridge by now, sir.

We're over the coast, then?

Perhaps.

Luton Approach, Luton Approach. This is Golf 44B inbound from Hamburg.

Flight level 7-0.

Estimated repeat, estimated position, Woodbridge.

We are not receiving signals.

What's the forecast QFE for Luton?

1-0-0-4, sir.

Must try and get under this cloud.

Ladies and gentlemen, we will shortly be landing at Luton.

Would you fasten your seatbelts, please, and extinguish your cigarettes?

Flyaway charters hope you've enjoyed your journey. Thank you.

It's funny. They usually tell you what the weather's like.

In England, it is rain all the time. Oh, be fair.

It looks foggy out there. In England it is foggy every day. Oh, don't believe

everything you hear.

Oh, sorry.

They don't like to lose their regular customers, you know.

Down to 3,000, sir.

Signed, going down to 1,500.

Um, Skip? Yeah? Kiwi?

Humpy's had it, Skip. He's gone cold.

Poor old Hump.

He almost made it.

He's too low.

He's much too low.

Two, three.

Two, two.

One. I think it's the name.

2,000 feet.

He's down.

Well,

it should have happened here. It's right where the old runway used to be.

You remember it?

Portage-Mainfield was a very busy place.

Two squadrons of Lancasters here.

You wouldn't think so now.

No.

All gone.

Yes.

Yes, it's all gone, isn't it?