All language subtitles for The.Spirit.of.St.Louis.1957

[ENGINE RUNNING]

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY
WARNER BROS.
AND 1992 NCI CAPTION CLUB

"HERE AT THE GARDEN
CITY HOTEL,

LESS THAN A MILE
FROM ROOSEVELT FIELD"--

LESS THAN 3/4 OF A MILE--

"EVERYONE
HAS BEEN WAITING

FOR SEVEN DAYS AND NIGHTS
FOR THE RAIN TO STOP..."

THAT'S RIGHT.

PHONE THAT IN,
WILL YOU?

ADD LINDBERGH
STORY.

"AFTER MAKING
FINAL INSPECTION

"OF HIS PLANE,
THE SPIRIT
OF ST. LOUIS,

"LINDY RETURNED
TO HIS HOTEL
ROOM.

"THE AIR-MAIL PILOT
WENT TO HIS ROOM

"AND WENT TO BED.

"HIS FRIEND
FRANK MAHONEY
OF RYAN AIRCRAFT

"IS STATIONED
OUTSIDE HIS DOOR,

"GUARDING AGAINST
ANY DISTURBANCES.

THE WORLD
IS WAITING..."

* RIO RITA *

* LIFE IS SWEETER, RITA,
WHEN YOU ARE NEAR *

* RIO RITA *

* LIFE'S COMPLETER, RITA,
TO HAVE YOU HERE *

[VOLUME LOWERED]

* ALL I ASK FROM ABOVE *

* IS ONE DAY, YOUR LIPS
WILL SAY, "I LOVE YOU" *

* RIO RITA *

* SENORITA,
HERE IS MY HEART **

YES, FRANK?

I'M SORRY, SLIM.

THAT MUSIC WAKE YOU?

NO.

YOU'RE NOT
SLEEPING YET?

NOPE, NOT YET.

CAN I GET YOU
ANYTHING?

YOU WANT ANYTHING?

NO.

IT'S 1:30. YOU'D BETTER
KNOCK IT OFF NOW.

ALL RIGHT, FRANK.

RIO RITA,
LIFE IS SWEETER...

SWEETER...

SWEETER THAN WHAT?

COME ON NOW.
GO TO SLEEP.

CUT YOUR MOTOR OUT.
LET IT REST NOW.

MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE SLEPT
IN THE HANGAR.

MAYBE THAT'S WHAT'S
KEEPING ME AWAKE.

MAYBE I SHOULD BE WITH HER
ON ROOSEVELT FIELD.

IT'S RAINING HARDER
THAN EVER.

WELL, DON'T START WORRYING
ABOUT THE WEATHER NOW.

IF I TAKE OFF AT DAWN,

I'LL BE OVER THE OCEAN
AT NIGHT.

WELL, WHAT'S WRONG
WITH THAT?

I'VE FLOWN HUNDREDS
OF HOURS AT NIGHT.

I'M AN AIR-MAIL PILOT--

ST. LOUIS TO SPRINGFIELD
TO PEORIA TO CHICAGO--

AND THE OCEAN
CAN'T BE ANY WORSE

THAN SNOW, SLEET, AND FOG.

I DIDN'T HAVE A PLANE
LIKE THIS EITHER,

JUST AN OLD BEAT-UP
DE HAVILLAND,

AND NO GAS TO SPARE

AND NO LIGHTS
ON THE FIELD.

BURT!

HELLO, BURT.

HELLO, SLIM.
YOU ALL RIGHT?

I'M FINE.

WHAT HAVE YOU
GOT FROM PEORIA?

THIS FEELS LIKE THREE
LETTERS AND A POST CARD.

LET'S HAVE IT.

I THINK WE'D BETTER
TOP HER OFF.

YOU BETTER PUT
THE MAIL ON THE TRAIN

AND WAIT
TILL IT CLEARS.

GET ME
A BUCKET OF GAS.

SLIM,
YOU REALLY THINK

YOU OUGHT TO GO
ON TO CHICAGO?

SURE.

SOME OF THIS MAIL'S

CONNECTING WITH
THE TRANSCONTINENTAL.

THAT'S
A MEAN-LOOKING SKY.

I CAN SMELL SNOW.

SUPPOSE YOU CHECK,

SEE IF THERE'S
A RED LIGHT
FROM CHICAGO.

HELLO. HOCHSTEDDER?
THIS IS BURT.

SLIM'S DOWN HERE,
ALL RIGHT.

ANY WARNING
FROM CHICAGO?

NOTHING?

YOU SURE?

ALL RIGHT.

NOTHING
FROM CHICAGO, SLIM.

I GUESS IT'S
STILL OPEN, THEN.

HANDLE THE THROTTLE
FOR ME.

YEAH.

HOW LONG CAN YOU
FLY THESE WRECKS
AND STAY ALIVE?

THEY OUGHT
TO GET YOU SOME
REAL AIRPLANES,

FIX THE LANDING
FIELDS,

SET BEACONS
ALONG THE WAY.

GOOD IDEA.

WANT TO LEND US
SOME MONEY?

THE BANKERS DON'T BELIEVE
IN COMMERCIAL AVIATION.

WHAT'S THE ANSWER?

SWITCH OFF?

SWITCH OFF.

CONTACT.

CONTACT.

[ENGINE STARTS]

GET THE WING, BURT.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

[RING]

THAT'S GOOD, BURT.

LOOK OUT NOW, SLIM.

I WILL.

[RING]

PEORIA AIRPORT,
BURT SPEAKING.

YES. HE--HE'S JUST
TAKING OFF.

WHAT?

HOLD IT, SLIM!

HOLD IT. HOLD IT.

HOLD IT. HOLD IT, SLIM.
HOLD IT!

THERE'S A BLIZZARD
IN CHICAGO!

THEY COULDN'T GET THROUGH
BECAUSE THE LINES ARE DOWN!

HOLD IT!

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

[ENGINE STOPS]

[CRASH]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

AVIATOR?

YES, SIR.

OH, AIR MAIL, HUH?

THAT'S RIGHT.

FLYING KIND OF LOW.

WEATHER
FORCED ME DOWN.

SO NOW THE SACKS
GO ON THE TRAIN.

WENT BY MULE
AWHILE.

HOW MUCH
FOR AN AIR-MAIL
LETTER?

16 CENTS.

TRAVELING
2-CENT STYLE NOW.

ANY REFUND?

NO.

WELL, IT'S A GYP,
NOT PRACTICAL.

WE GET THROUGH
99% OF THE TIME.

NEWSPAPER'S
FULL OF AEROPLANES
FALLING DOWN.

HERE--CRASH UP
IN NEW YORK.

TWO FELLOWS
BURNED UP.

BOUND TO HAPPEN, TOO.
THOSE THINGS ARE TOO HEAVY.

GOT TO FALL DOWN.
NOTHING TO HOLD THEM UP.

CARE IF I LOOK
AT THIS?

OH, SURE.

WELL, WHAT'S
HOLDING THEM UP?

AIR.

AIR?

HA HA HA!

I DON'T KNOW
ABOUT AEROPLANES,

BUT I KNOW ABOUT THINGS
HOLDING THINGS UP.

IT'S MY BUSINESS.

OH, I SEE.

SCHULTZ IS THE NAME--
O.W. SCHULTZ,

ATLAS SUSPENDER
COMPANY.

"WE HOLD UP
THE PANTS

OF THE MIDDLE
WEST."

HAVE BEEN
FOR THE LAST 75 YEARS.

NOW THEN,
CAN YOU IMAGINE

ANY OF OUR CUSTOMERS
DEPENDING ON AIR?

PRETTY FRIGHTENING
THOUGHT,

ESPECIALLY
IN THIS WEATHER.

HERE.

KEEP IT.

THANK YOU.

I'M A BELT MAN
MYSELF.

BELT?

YES, SIR.

WHY, THAT'S SURE DEATH.

YOU KEEP STRANGLING
YOUR GUT.

YOU'LL GET INDIGESTION.

YOU'LL GET
APPENDICITIS

WHEN YOU'RE
IN THE BACKWOODS

AND NO DOCTOR NEAR.

THEY FLY IN A DOCTOR,
AEROPLANE FALLS,

DOCTOR GETS KILLED,
AND YOU--

WELL, YOU DIE.

I LOST
MY APPENDIX

WHEN I WAS
IN HIGH SCHOOL.

WHAT I'M TRYING
TO SAY IS,

PEOPLE NOWADAYS
ARE ALL BUGHOUSE--

BELTS, AEROPLANES.

THOSE FELLOWS WANTED
TO FLY TO PARIS--

PARIS, FRANCE,
THAT IS.

IT'S ACROSS THE OCEAN.

WHY NOT?

BUGHOUSE,
JUST PLAIN BUGHOUSE.

THEY DIDN'T EVEN
GET 10 FEET UP.

HOW COME?

WELL, SOMETHING
JUST WENT WRONG,

MR. SCHULTZ.

YES.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

THAT PLANE NEEDS
MORE THAN AIR,

SOMETHING LIKE A GOOD
PAIR OF SUSPENDERS.

HA HA HA!

HA HA HA!

HIYA, SLIM.

LOUIE.

MORNING.

JESSE.

WHAT'S FOR YOU?

COUPLE OF EGGS OVER,
TOAST, NO BUTTER.

GROUND LOOP TWO,
AND HOLD THE GREASE GUN.

OPERATOR.

HELLO?

GET ME
THE LONG-DISTANCE
OPERATOR.

[LOUIE]
SOMEBODY SICK?

OPERATOR.

HELLO?
LONG DISTANCE?

HOW MUCH TO CALL
NEW YORK CITY?

$5.00 FOR
3 MINUTES, HUH?

CAN I BUY
1 1/2 MINUTES?

CAN'T, HUH?

YOU SURE?

YES, SIR.

OH.

ALL RIGHT. I'LL GO
FOR THE WHOLE THREE.

GET ME THE COLUMBIA
AIRCRAFT CORPORATION,

WOOLWORTH BUILDING,
NEW YORK CITY.

YES, MA'AM.
I'LL HOLD.

WHAT ARE YOU
UP TO?

DON'T WORRY
ABOUT THE MONEY.

HERE.

THERE YOU ARE.

YOU'RE THROWING
IT AROUND,
AIN'T YOU?

PEOPLE ARE
ALWAYS IMPRESSED

WHEN YOU CALL
LONG-DISTANCE,

ESPECIALLY
IN NEW YORK.

$5.00 WORTH
OF IMPRESSING?

I WANT THEM
TO SELL ME AN AIRPLANE.

PLANE?

IT'S BUILT TO FLY
NON-STOP A LONG WAYS,

LIKE, FOR INSTANCE,
FROM HERE IN ST. LOUIS

TO NEW YORK.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,
IT'LL FLY FARTHER.

IF I STRIP EVERYTHING,
ADD EXTRA TANKS,

I FIGURE IT'LL FLY
THREE TIMES THAT FAR.

1, 2, 3--ALL THE WAY
TO THAT KNOTHOLE.

WHAT'S THE KNOTHOLE?

PARIS.

PARIS?

OPERATOR.

HELLO. HELLO?

HELLO?

IS THIS COLUMBIA AIRCRAFT
IN NEW YORK?

ALL RIGHT,
SIR.

PUT ON ONE
OF YOUR OFFICERS.

WHICH ONE?

I DON'T CARE WHICH.

MAYBE AN EXECUTIVE OFFICER.
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.

ONE MOMENT,
PLEASE.

LOOK, MISS. I'M TALKING
LONG-DISTANCE, MISS.

WILL--
SHUT THE RADIO, HUH?

* BABY FACE **

HEY, SHUT YOUR FACE.
HE'S TALKING LONG-DISTANCE.

OH.

HELLO. ARE YOU
AN EXECUTIVE OFFICER?

YOU'RE THE PRESIDENT?

OY.

WELL, MY NAME IS
CHARLES LINDBERGH.

I'M TALKING
FROM ST. LOUIS,
MISSOURI.

I REPRESENT A GROUP
OF BUSINESSMEN.

WE'RE ORGANIZING
A NEW YORK TO PARIS
FLIGHT,

AND WE'VE BEEN
CONSIDERING
YOUR BELLANCA.

OH, SURE.

SURE, WE'D EXPECT
TO BUY IT,

BUT COULD YOU
QUOTE US A PRICE?

NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO

IS FIND A GROUP OF PROMINENT
BUSINESSMEN WITH $15,000.

THAT'S ALL.

I'VE NEVER BEEN MUCH
OF A TALKER, I GUESS,

BUT FOR SIX WEEKS,

I'VE TALKED MORE THAN
I EVER HAVE IN MY LIFE.

SOME SAID NO,
SOME SAID MAYBE.

THAT'S AS FAR
AS I'VE GOTTEN.

HARRY KNIGHT--
HE'S A FLYING STUDENT OF MINE--

HAS ARRANGED FOR ME
TO MEET SOME PEOPLE

IN THE STATE
NATIONAL BANK.

SLIM.

SLIM, THIS IS HAROLD BIXBY
OF THE BANK.

HAROLD'S ALSO PRESIDENT
OF THE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE.

HELLO.

THIS IS
E. LANSING RAY,

PUBLISHER
OF THE ST. LOUIS
GLOBE-DEMOCRAT.

YOU KNOW
EARL THOMPSON.

MAJOR LAMBERT.

BILL ROBERTSON.

OH, HELLO, BILL.

HELLO, SIR.

SIT DOWN, SIR.

OVER HERE,
MR. LINDBERGH.

HAVE A CIGAR?

YES, SIR.
THANK YOU.

WE'VE BEEN GOING OVER
YOUR OUTLINE OF THE PROJECT.

YOU SAY HERE ON PAGE ONE,

"TO SHOW THE POTENTIALITIES
OF FLIGHT,

"TO DRAMATICALLY DEMONSTRATE
TO THE PUBLIC

THE POSSIBILITIES
OF COMMERCIAL AVIATION"--

YOU SAY, "AVIATION IS
NO LONGER A NEWBORN BABY.

"IT IS IN DANGER OF BECOMING
A DWARFED STEPCHILD

UNLESS CAPITAL
HAS ENOUGH FORESIGHT"--

YOU'D BETTER
BITE THE END OFF.

OH.

THEN YOU SAY, "IF MEN OF MEANS
AND VISION IN ST. LOUIS

"FINANCE THIS FLIGHT,

"IT WOULD ESTABLISH
OUR CITY AS A HUB

OF THE FUTURE
NATIONAL AIRWAYS."

THIS MAKES GOOD SENSE,

AND WE CERTAINLY ADMIRE
YOUR SPIRIT,

BUT IS SUCH A FLIGHT
FEASIBLE?

CAN IT BE DONE?

BEFORE WE
AT THE GLOBE-DEMOCRAT

CAN LEND OUR SUPPORT,

WE MUST MAKE SURE
WE'RE NOT FINANCING
A SUICIDE.

WELL, THE IDEA
OF SUICIDE

NEVER CROSSED
MY MIND...

EXCEPT MAYBE WHEN
I TOOK THIS CIGAR.

I'M SORRY, GENTLEMEN.
I DON'T SMOKE.

MR. LINDBERGH,
WHEN YOU TALK

ABOUT THIS FLIGHT
STIMULATING AVIATION--

IN ABOUT 1921, A MAN
WENT OVER NIAGARA FALLS

IN A BARREL.

I DON'T REMEMBER
THIS STIMULATED

BARREL TRAFFIC
ANYWHERE.

THAT WAS A STUNT,
MR. THOMPSON.

I DON'T SIT ON FLAGPOLES
OR SWALLOW GOLDFISH.

I'M A FLIER.

YOU SUGGEST FLYING
IN A LAND PLANE.

WOULDN'T A SEAPLANE
BE A SURER BET?

YOU COULD ALWAYS
LAND IT ON THE WATER.

BUT THE IDEA ISN'T
LANDING ON THE WATER.

THE IDEA IS LANDING IT
ON LE BOURGET FIELD.

THIS BELLANCA YOU WANT
IS A SINGLE WING?

YES. LESS DRAG,
MORE LIFT.

AND A SINGLE
ENGINE?

THAT'S RIGHT. IT CAN BE
PURCHASED FOR $15,000.

I HAVE $2,000
OF MY OWN TO ADD.

YOU'VE GOT $2,070,
TO BE EXACT.

I KNOW YOUR ACCOUNT.

I'D BETTER KEEP THE $70
FOR THAT RAINY DAY.

I KNOW $13,000
IS A LOT OF MONEY

WITHOUT SECURITY,

BUT IF WE WIN
THE ORTEIG PRIZE--

$25,000 FOR THE FIRST
NON-STOP TRANSATLANTIC
FLIGHT.

YOU'D GET
YOUR MONEY BACK.

IF WE SHOULD
DECIDE TO FINANCE
THIS VENTURE,

IT WOULDN'T BE
TO MAKE MONEY.

IT WOULD BE DONE
IN THE SAME SPIRIT--

ISN'T THAT WHAT
YOU SAID?

SPIRIT.

THE SAME KIND
OF SPIRIT

THAT YOU
YOURSELF--

YOU KNOW
WHAT I MEAN.

THANK YOU,
MAJOR LAMBERT.

MR. LINDBERGH,
I'M IN THE INSURANCE
BUSINESS.

I'M INTERESTED
IN PERCENTAGES.

IS A SINGLE-ENGINE
PLANE SMART?

WOULDN'T
A THREE-ENGINE
PLANE BE SAFER?

THERE'S ALWAYS
THE DANGER

OF AN ENGINE
QUITTING,

BUT WITH THREE
ENGINES,

YOU'RE MULTIPLYING
THE DANGER.

YOU'RE GOING ALONE?
NO NAVIGATOR? NO COPILOT?

ABSOLUTELY.

HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE?

THAT DEPENDS
ON WIND.

I'D SAY
AROUND 40 HOURS.

40 HOURS?

ONE MAN ALONE
AT THE CONTROLS

FOR ALMOST TWO DAYS?

SAY I TOOK A COPILOT
OR NAVIGATOR

WEIGHING 150 POUNDS.

THAT'S THE WEIGHT
OF ENOUGH GASOLINE
TO GO 200 MILES.

I'LL TAKE THE 200.

CAPTAIN LINDBERGH,

I'VE CROSSED
THE ATLANTIC
QUITE A FEW TIMES,

BY BOAT, OF COURSE.

MOST TIMES,
YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE
YOUR CIGAR TIP--

FOG, FOG, FOG.

I'M USED TO IT.

I FLY THROUGH SOUP
A LOT,

ESPECIALLY IN WINTER.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT SLIM.

HE CAN FLY THROUGH
ANY KIND OF SOUP

AND A MAIN COURSE, TOO.

JUST NO
UPSIDE-DOWN CAKE.

GENTLEMEN, I THANK YOU
FOR THE TIME.

MR. LINDBERGH,
HAVE YOU GOT A NAME

FOR THIS PLANE YET?

NO, SIR, NOT YET.

HOW WOULD THIS LOOK,
GENTLEMEN?

I MEAN, IF WE WENT
THROUGH WITH IT.

THE SPIRIT
OF ST. LOUIS.

I LIKE THAT FINE.

I MEAN,
IF YOU DO IT.

THAT WOULD LOOK GOOD
IN PARIS.

IT WOULDN'T
LOOK SO GOOD
IN THE OCEAN.

I CAN MAKE IT.

WHAT MAKES YOU
SO SURE YOU CAN?

WELL, MR. BIXBY,

WHEN I WAS A KID,
SMALLEST IN MY CLASS,

I DECIDED I WOULD BE
6 FEET, 3 INCHES TALL,

AND I MADE IT...

WITH 1/2 INCH
TO SPARE.

I'M HERE TO SEE

THE PRESIDENT
OF THE CORPORATION.

WELL,
HE'S VERY BUSY.

WELL,
HE'S EXPECTING ME.

I COME
FROM ST. LOUIS.

I TOLD HIM
I'D COME HERE DIRECTLY.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

YES. HERE'S MY CARD.

ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE
IN THE RIGHT OFFICE?

YES. I'VE CALLED HIM
SEVERAL TIMES
LONG-DISTANCE.

HMM. WAIT.

THIS WAY, PLEASE.

THANK YOU.

HOW DO YOU DO, SIR?

I CAME RIGHT
FROM THE STATION.

WHAT'S THIS
ALL ABOUT?

IT'S ABOUT THE PURCHASE
OF THE BELLANCA.

YOU QUOTED A PRICE.

I DID,
MR. SCHULTZ?

YES, SIR. YOU DID.

WHO'S MR. SCHULTZ?

I GUESS YOU ARE.

IT SAYS,
"O.W. SCHULTZ.

"WE HOLD UP
THE PANTS

OF THE MIDDLE
WEST."

OH.

OH, I'M SORRY, SIR.
THAT'S THE WRONG CARD.

I'M CHARLES LINDBERGH.

OH, MR. LINDBERGH
OF ST. LOUIS.

YES, SIR.

WELL, SIT DOWN.

THANK YOU.

WELL, WE READY
TO DO BUSINESS?

YES. ALL THE FINANCING
IS ARRANGED.

I, UH--I HAVE
A CASHIER'S CHECK

RIGHT HERE--
$15,000.

I HOPE WE CAN CLOSE
THE DEAL TODAY.

I DON'T SEE
WHY NOT.

I'LL HAVE
MY LAWYER

DRAW UP
THE PAPERS.

WE'RE ANXIOUS
TO GET BACK
TO ST. LOUIS

TO START THE NECESSARY
MODIFICATIONS.

WE CAN DO THAT
HERE IN NEW YORK.

I HAVEN'T DECIDED ON
THE PILOT, THOUGH.

WE HAVE THE PILOT.

YOU DO?

YES, SIR.

LOOK, WE'RE
PERFECTLY WILLING

TO SELL THE PLANE,

BUT THE CHOICE
OF PILOT IS OURS.

YOU DIDN'T MENTION
THAT BEFORE.

I DIDN'T THINK IT
NEEDED MENTIONING.

I THINK IT DID.

WE JUST CAN'T
HAVE ANYBODY
FLYING OUR PLANE.

IS IT FOR SALE
OR NOT?

ONLY WITH
THIS CONDITION.

YOU COULD HAVE SAVED ME
A LONG TRAIN TRIP.

WHO DID YOU HAVE
IN MIND?

ME!

YOU?

"CHIEF PILOT,
ST. LOUIS-CHICAGO
AIR MAIL."

LOOK, MR. LINDBERGH,
I DON'T MEAN
TO BELITTLE YOU,

BUT NEW YORK TO PARIS

ISN'T LIKE DROPPING OFF
A MAILBAG.

ANYBODY WANT TO BUY
A NICE FUNERAL OUTFIT?

WE'RE NOT DEAD
YET, SLIM.

THEY WOULDN'T
SELL THE AIRPLANE,

LIKE I SAID
OVER THE PHONE.

YOU CAN GO AHEAD.

HANDLE ALL THE STUFF
FROM NEW YORK,

PILOT AND EVERYTHING.

TAKE THIS BEFORE
I WEAR IT OUT.

WE DON'T
WANT ANOTHER PILOT.

LET'S GET
ANOTHER PLANE.

THERE ISN'T ANOTHER
FOR OUR BUDGET.

HAVE
ONE BUILT.

BUILT? YOU KNOW HOW LONG
THAT WOULD TAKE?

OTHER FLIERS
ARE PLANNING THIS FLIGHT.

BYRD, CHAMBERLIN,
WOOSTER AND DAVIS,

THOSE FRENCHMEN
NUNGESSER AND COLI--

THEY'D ALL BE
AHEAD OF US.

WE'VE CHECKED SOME
AIRCRAFT FACTORIES.

THE RYAN COMPANY
IN SAN DIEGO

SAYS THEY'LL DO IT
IN 90 DAYS OR LESS.

I NEVER HEARD OF THEM.

THEY TALK BIG
IN THEIR TELEGRAM,

LIKE THEY HAD
A HUGE PLANT
AND 10,000 WORKMEN.

I WOULDN'T GAMBLE
WITH YOUR MONEY.

GO LOOK THEM OVER.

IT'S LIKE THROWING
ANOTHER $200 AWAY.

HERE'S YOUR TICKET
TO SAN DIEGO.

WE SHOULD
TALK THIS OUT.

TALK FAST BECAUSE
THERE'S YOUR TRAIN.

YOU MEAN THIS IS
THE ONE--

WELL, I'D BETTER
GET ON, THEN.

SO LONG, SLIM.

I BEG
YOUR PARDON.

WHERE ARE
THE EXECUTIVE
OFFICES?

WHERE ARE THE WHAT?

I'M LOOKING
FOR THE BOSS.

OH, MR. MAHONEY.
THE OFFICE SHACK
IS UP THERE.

BUT THAT'S HIM
OVER THERE,

WITH THE GOGGLES.

THANK YOU.

WHAT KIND OF FISH
ARE THOSE?

SANDDABS.

I'VE NEVER SEEN
THOSE BEFORE.

YOU FROM CALIFORNIA?

NO, SIR.

IT'S A CALIFORNIA FISH.

SMELL GOOD.

YOU HUNGRY?

I WOULDN'T MIND.

WELL, HERE.

YOU DO BUILD
AIRPLANES HERE,
DON'T YOU?

YOU BET YOUR LIFE.
HIGH-WING MONOPLANES.

THEY USE THEM
ON THE COASTAL MAIL RUNS.

PERFECT RECORD, TOO.

THINGS JUST
A LITTLE QUIET NOW?

MAYBE THAT'S BECAUSE
WE BUILD THEM TOO GOOD.

REAL TOUGH PLANES.
STAY UP FOREVER.

LOOKING FOR A JOB?
YOU AN AIRPLANE MECHANIC?

I HAVE BEEN.

CHECK AGAIN.
WE'RE HIRING SOON.

EXPECT A RUSH ORDER
FROM ST. LOUIS.

I SEE.

THEY WANT
A SPECIAL DESIGN

WITH A 4,000-MILE RANGE.

HEY, DON!
COME AND GET IT!

THIS SPECIAL DESIGN--
ARE YOU EQUIPPED

TO HANDLE
ANYTHING LIKE THAT?

YOU BET YOUR LIFE...
UNLESS THEY WANT

A BUILT-IN SHOWER
OR A CRYSTAL CHANDELIER.

I SUPPOSE NOT.

THAT'S THE GUY
THAT DESIGNS THEM--
DONALD HALL.

HE'S OUR CHIEF ENGINEER,
BEST IN THE BUSINESS.

WHEN'S THE BIGWIG
FROM ST. LOUIS SHOWING UP?

SOMETIME TODAY.

I'VE MADE SOME
ROUGH CALCULATIONS.

CAN'T USE A STANDARD
RYAN FUSELAGE

WITH THAT MUCH GAS.

MAKE THE WING
10 FEET LONGER,

BEEF UP
THE LANDING GEAR,

A LOT OF PROBLEMS.

CAN YOU BUILD HER
IN 90 DAYS OR LESS?

BET YOUR LIFE.

WILL SHE FLY?

SURE. BET YOUR LIFE.

I DON'T EXACTLY LIKE
HOW YOU PUT THAT.

I'M TO BE THE PILOT.

YOU ARE? WHO'S HE?

I DON'T KNOW.

WHO ARE YOU?

I'M THE BIGWIG
FROM ST. LOUIS.

FOR PETE'S SAKE, FRANK.

FINALLY WE GET A CHANCE
AT A GOOD ORDER,

AND YOU MAKE HIM
FRY FISH?

HOW WAS I TO GUESS?

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY.

WHAT ARE WE
GOING TO DO?

EAT THE SANDDABS
AND GET TO WORK.

WE'RE WORKING ON
THE MAIN GAS TANK NOW.

YOU'RE SURE YOU WANT IT
BEFORE THE COCKPIT?

SLIM'S IDEA.
IT'S A GOOD ONE.

IF I CRASH-LAND,
I DON'T WANT TO BE

BETWEEN THE ENGINE
AND THE GAS.

YOU'LL BE
IN A BLIND COCKPIT.

THERE'S A WINDOW
ON EACH SIDE.

WELL, SUPPOSE
YOU LET US

SET THIS IN
THE INSTRUMENT PANEL.

IT'S A SORT OF
PERISCOPE.

IT'S A COUPLE
OF MIRRORS IN A BOX.

OLD MAN RANDOLPH
DESIGNED IT.

HELP YOU LOOK AHEAD.
MIGHT HELP YOUR LANDING.

HOW MUCH IT WEIGH?

NOTHING.
A COUPLE OF POUNDS.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

WE CAN STAND IT.

ALL RIGHT. PUT IT IN.

HOW ABOUT THE RADIO?

WE'VE DECIDED
AGAINST IT.

NO RADIO? THE OTHER PILOTS
ARE TAKING RADIOS.

THEY HAVE BIG PLANES.
IT'S TOO HEAVY.

YOU'LL NEED A SEXTANT.

YOU CAN'T
OPERATE A SEXTANT

AND FLY
AT THE SAME TIME.

HOW WILL
YOU NAVIGATE?

DEAD RECKONING.

TAKE A COMPASS HEADING
OUT OF NEW YORK,

CORRECT IT
EVERY 100 MILES.

WHAT HAPPENS
OVER THE WATER?

WATCH THE WAVES,
ALLOW FOR DRIFT--

AND HOPE THE LORD
WILL DO THE REST.

I NEVER BOTHER THE LORD.
I'LL DO THE REST.

MIGHT NEED HELP.

IT'LL GET IN THE WAY.

HERE ARE
THE DETAILS FOR
THE SHOCK ABSORBERS.

GET GOING.
WE'RE WAY BEHIND.

WOOSTER AND DAVIS
ARE READY FOR
THEIR TEST FLIGHTS.

MAYBE WE STARTED
TOO LATE.

WELL, LET'S KEEP
PLUGGING ANYWAY.

FRANK,
WE SAID WE COULD
DO THE JOB

IN 90 DAYS
OR LESS.

LET'S
DO IT IN LESS.

HOW MUCH LESS?

A LOT LESS.

WE CAN ONLY
DO SO MUCH.

O.K. LET ME TALK
TO THE MEN DOWNSTAIRS.

I'LL ASK THEM TO GO
ON A 24-HOUR SCHEDULE.

THERE IT IS.

THEY'VE HAD ONE
OF THESE J5 WHIRLWINDS

ON THE TEST BLOCK

FOR AS MUCH AS 150
CONSECUTIVE HOURS.

40 CONSECUTIVE HOURS
WOULD BE FINE WITH ME.

WE SHOULD HANG IT
ON A CHRISTMAS TREE.

SLIM, HAVE YOU
SEEN THE PAPER?

NO. WHAT'S THE MATTER?

WOOSTER AND DAVIS--
THEY'RE OUT OF IT.

THEY CRACK UP?

KILLED...
TESTING WITH
A FULL LOAD OF GAS.

ALL RIGHT, MEN!

HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!

APRIL 28th--
63 DAYS FROM THE AFTERNOON

HALL TRACED THE SPIRIT'S
OUTLINE IN THE SAND.

WE HAUL THE SPIRIT
OUT TO DUTCH FLATS

FOR HER TESTS.

[ENGINE STARTS]

WE'RE SHOVING OFF
THIS AFTERNOON.

WE'RE GOING TO ST. LOUIS,
NEW YORK,

AND THEN WE'LL
TRY FOR THE BIG ONE.

WE--THAT'S ME, THE PLANE,
AND YOU, TOO,

BECAUSE IN A SENSE,

WE'LL BE FLYING THE ATLANTIC
TOGETHER, ALL OF US.

THANK YOU.

[CHEERING]

LET'S GET A PICTURE.
STAND ALONGSIDE THE PLANE.

SHORT ONES IN FRONT,

TALL ONES IN BACK.

SLIM,
YOU'RE WANTED
ON THE PHONE.

THAT'LL WAIT.
GET IN THE PICTURE.

IT'S THE NEWSPAPER.
TALK TO THEM.

WHY?

THEY'RE ASKING IF YOU'RE
CHANGING YOUR PLANS NOW.

WHY SHOULD
I CHANGE PLANS NOW?

BECAUSE YOU--
LOOK, TALK TO THEM.

LINDBERGH SPEAKING.

[REPORTER]
ARE YOU CHANGING PLANS?

MY PLANS ARE TO LEAVE
FOR ST. LOUIS TODAY.

HERE'S AN A.P. DISPATCH
FROM PARIS.

TWO FRENCH FLIERS
NAMED NUNGESSER AND COLI

LEFT FOR NEW YORK
THIS MORNING.

NUNGESSER AND COLI?
I HAVE THAT. NOW GO ON.

WHAT IS YOUR REACTION
NOW THAT NUNGESSER AND COLI

ARE OVER THE ATLANTIC?

WILL YOU GO AHEAD?

WELL, I DON'T KNOW.

OF COURSE, THINGS LOOK
A LITTLE DIFFERENT NOW.

THEY'RE EXPERIENCED.
THEY'LL BE ON SCHEDULE.

YOU PLAN TO GO AHEAD?

YES.

THANK YOU
FOR THE INTERVIEW.

THANK YOU FOR CALLING.

A PLANE LOADED
WITH THAT
MUCH GAS

NEVER GOT OFF
THE GROUND
BEFORE.

IT'S A MARINE DESIGN.

I READ THEY'LL DROP
THE LANDING GEAR
AFTER TAKEOFF.

THEY'LL LAND HER
IN THE WATER

RIGHT
IN NEW YORK HARBOR.

SORRY, SLIM.

LOOKS LIKE
SCHOOL'S OUT.

WELL, LET'S TAKE
THE GRADUATION PICTURE ANYWAY.

ALL RIGHT.
EVERYBODY READY?

NOW GIVE ME
A BIG SMILE.

HOLD IT.
THANK YOU.

NOW ONCE MORE.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE GAMBLED
THE ORGANIZATION'S MONEY.

MAYBE WE CAN SELL
THE SPIRIT

FOR ENOUGH
TO PAY THEM BACK,

BUT I WOULDN'T
LIKE TO SELL HER.

SHE'S NOT FOR BARNSTORMING

OR TAKING UP PASSENGERS
ON A DULL SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

WE'LL FIND SOMETHING ELSE--
ACROSS THE PACIFIC, MAYBE.

HELLO, HARRY.

WELCOME HOME, SLIM.
HOW LONG DID IT TAKE?

WELL, 14 HOURS,
25 MINUTES.

NICE WORK.
NICE PLANE, TOO.

SHE SURE LOVES TO FLY.

BIXBY AND THE OTHERS ARE
OVER IN LOUIE'S SHACK

LISTENING TO THE LATEST
ON NUNGESSER AND COLI.

ARE THEY IN NEW YORK?

NO.

HAVE THEY LANDED?

NO.

THEY'RE OVERDUE,
AREN'T THEY?

ABOUT EIGHT HOURS.

WELL, ANY REPORT?

A COUPLE. ONE THAT
THEY CRASH-LANDED
IN NEWFOUNDLAND,

ANOTHER THAT A SHIP
FOUND THEM AT SEA.

NOBODY REALLY KNOWS.

[RADIO]
AS THE 40th HOUR SINCE
THEIR TAKEOFF APPROACHED,

IT BECAME
HORRIFYINGLY CERTAIN

THAT SOMEWHERE
OVER THE NORTH ATLANTIC,

A TRAGEDY WAS
BEING ENACTED.

HI, SLIM.

DID LACK OF GASOLINE
BRING DOWN

THE CRAFT OF
THE DAUNTLESS FRENCHMEN?

AVIATION EXPERTS BELIEVE
ICE FORMING ON THE WINGS

IN THE COLD, RAINY REGION
EAST OF NEWFOUNDLAND

MAY HAVE PLUNGED
NUNGESSER AND COLI

INTO THE WINDSWEPT SEA.

MEANWHILE, AT ROOSEVELT FIELD,
LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK,

CLARENCE CHAMBERLIN
AND COMMANDER BYRD,

UNSHAKEN BY THE FATE
WHICH OVERTOOK THE FRENCH ACES,

ARE GOING AHEAD
WITH THEIR PREPARATIONS.

WHEN THEY'RE READY,
THEY WILL LAUNCH THEIR PLANES

ON THE LONG, MYSTERIOUS
AIR ROAD TO PARIS

WHICH HAS CLAIMED
THE LIVES OF MANY FLIERS.

THERE'S ALSO A BULLETIN
FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA,

THAT AIR-MAIL PILOT
CHARLES A. LINDBERGH

HAS LEFT FOR NEW YORK
TO ENTER HIS PLANE

IN THE TRANSATLANTIC RACE.

[TURNS OFF RADIO]

HOW ABOUT
SOME BREAKFAST,
SLIM?

O.K.

WE'LL DRIVE YOU INTO TOWN.
GET SOME REST.

THEN WE'LL HAVE
A LONG TALK.

HADN'T I BETTER GO ON
TO NEW YORK?

CHAMBERLIN'S PLANE
HAS BEEN PINNED DOWN

BY A COURT
INJUNCTION.

THAT'S A BREAK
FOR US.

SEVEN HOURS TO NEW YORK--
SHE REALLY GOES.

COME OUT.
I'LL SHOW YOU.

SIT DOWN, SLIM.

COME SEE WHERE
YOUR MONEY WENT.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

LET ME ASK YOU
SOMETHING.

WOULDN'T YOU
LIKE TO REEXAMINE
THIS WHOLE IDEA?

WHAT IS THERE
TO REEXAMINE?

IF SOMEBODY TOOK
A POLICY ON THIS FLIGHT,

YOU KNOW WHAT
THE ODDS WOULD BE.

I LIKE THE ODDS,

OR I WOULDN'T HAVE ASKED
FOR THE MONEY.

FORGET ABOUT
THE MONEY.

FOUR MEN ARE DEAD,
PROBABLY SIX.

WE DON'T WANT
TO ADD YOU.

OF COURSE YOU HAVE
THE RIGHT TO CALL IT OFF.

IT'S YOUR BABY.
YOU DECIDE.

WE'RE JUST
TRYING TO--

GIVE ME AN EASY OUT.

THANK YOU
JUST THE SAME.

IT JUST DOESN'T
LOOK AS IF IT
CAN BE DONE.

MAYBE PLANES
AREN'T UP TO IT.

IN 10 YEARS PERHAPS,
BUT NOT NOW.

BUT IT'S GOT TO BE
TRIED NOW,

OVER AND OVER,
UNTIL IT IS DONE.

CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND
THAT? CAN'T--

WELL, I GUESS IT'S HARD

FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND,
ISN'T IT?

YOU'RE NOT
PROFESSIONAL FLIERS.

NUNGESSER AND COLI
WOULD UNDERSTAND.

ONLY AN HOUR LEFT NOW.

TRY...TO SINK IN.

OH, WHY DOESN'T FRANK
ASK THEM TO STOP TYPING?

WHAT ARE THEY
WRITING NOW?

THEY DIDN'T KNOW
I WAS ALIVE.

NOW THEY HAVE ME BORN
IN FOUR DIFFERENT STATES.

SUDDENLY,
I'M "LUCKY CHARLIE."

I'M THE "LONE EAGLE."

I'M THE "FLYING FOOL."

I HOPE THE WEATHER BOYS

KNOW WHAT
THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.

MAYBE IT'LL CLEAR.

NOW, DON'T START WORRYING
ABOUT THE WEATHER AGAIN.

NO...NO, I WON'T
TAKE A TOOTHBRUSH ALONG.

I'LL BUY ONE IN PARIS.

NO RAZOR, NO EXTRA SHIRT.

NO UNNECESSARY WEIGHT,
EVEN A POUND.

IT'S A POUND LESS TO LIFT OUT
OF THE RUNWAY'S MUD.

IF THE RAIN STOPPED NOW,

CAN WE GET UP ENOUGH SPEED
IN THAT MUD

TO GO UP AND OVER?

AM I ASKING
TOO MUCH OF HER?

A LITTLE BIT OF STEEL
AND WOOD AND CANVAS

TO HOIST 5,000 POUNDS
HIGH ENOUGH SOON ENOUGH?

OH, GO TO SLEEP.

SOAK YOUR WRISTS
IN WARM WATER.

COUNT SHEEP.

COUNT THE MORNING-GLORIES
ON THE WALL.

GO TO SLEEP.

"DEAR SLIM,

"YOU MIGHT PUT
THIS SAINT CHRISTOPHER

"IN YOUR FLYING SUIT.

"HE HELPS WAYFARERS
ACROSS BRIDGELESS WATERS.

FATHER HUSSMAN."

FATHER HUSSMAN...

OH, YOU WERE SUCH
A BAD FLIER.

I GAVE YOU 20 LESSONS,

AND YOU NEVER
LEARNED ANYTHING.

YOU WERE THE WORST
STUDENT I EVER HAD.

ALL RIGHT, FATHER,
NOW LET'S TRY ANOTHER LANDING.

NO, NO, DON'T TURN NOW.
YOU'RE TOO HIGH.

JUST LEVEL IT OFF.
PICK THE WING UP.

PICK THE WING UP--
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

ALL RIGHT, NOW,
STRAIGHT AND LEVEL.

YOU'RE DIVING, FATHER!

PICK THE NOSE UP.
STRAIGHT AND LEVEL.

PICK THE RIGHT WING UP.

PICK THE WING UP,
FATHER.

NO, YOU'RE DIVING AGAIN NOW!
PULL THE NOSE UP!

SEE THOSE TREES?

THE TREES!
DO YOU SEE THEM?

[LOUD BANGING]

WELL, NOT SO BAD,
HUH?

I GUESS I'M GETTING
THE HANG OF IT.

NO, FATHER, YOU'RE NOT,
AND YOU NEVER WILL.

YOU'VE GOT
NO COORDINATION.

YOU'RE WASTING
YOUR MONEY.

I DON'T WANT
TO DO STUNTS.

I JUST WANT
TO FLY SOMETIMES.

YOU WANT TO BUZZ
YOUR CONGREGATION?

I GOT A LOT
OF REASONS.

UP THERE, I FEEL
CLOSER TO GOD.

YOU'RE CLOSER TO GOD
WHEN YOU'RE LANDING.

NONSENSE.
I CAN LAND FINE.

I'VE GOT
A SPECIAL PRAYER
FOR LANDINGS.

DON'T YOU THINK
YOU NEED A LITTLE MORE?

MM-HMM. I ALSO HAVE
A PRAYER FOR TAKEOFFS,

FOR ENGINE TROUBLE,
FOR ROUGH AIR.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR
THE ONE FOR LANDINGS?

IT'S FROM THE PSALMS.

NO, THANK YOU, FATHER.

DON'T YOU EVER PRAY?

I DON'T HAVE TO.
I KNOW HOW TO LAND.

LET ME ASK SOMETHING.

HOW COME I NEVER
SEE YOU AT CHURCH?

YOU DON'T BELIEVE,
HMM?

I BELIEVE--
IN AN INSTRUMENT PANEL,

A PRESSURE GAUGE,
A COMPASS,

THINGS I CAN TOUCH.

I CAN'T TOUCH GOD.

YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO.
HE TOUCHES YOU.

TELL ME, FATHER.

SUPPOSE YOU WERE UP
IN THIS AIRPLANE ALONE.

YOU STALLED IT
AND FELL INTO A SPIN.

YOU'RE DROPPING
LIKE A ROCK.

YOU BELIEVE
HE'D HELP YOU?

I CAN'T SAY
YES OR NO,

BUT HE'D KNOW
I WAS FALLING.

[DOOR OPENS]

WHAT'S THE MATTER, SLIM?
IT'S NOT TIME YET.

IT'S CLOSE ENOUGH.

ANYTHING NEW
FROM THE FIELD?

NOTHING.

WE HAVE A CAR DOWNSTAIRS
TO DRIVE YOU.

DID YOU GET
ANY SLEEP?

I'M ALL RIGHT.

ARE YOU TAKING
THIS SUITCASE?

I'M NOT TAKING ANYTHING,
NOT EVEN A TOOTHBRUSH--

JUST WHAT I'LL WEAR.

WHAT ABOUT
YOUR MONEY

AND THE WRIST WATCH

AND THIS
SAINT CHRISTOPHER?

PUT ALL THAT
STUFF AWAY

AND KEEP IT FOR ME,
WILL YOU?

YOU BET
YOUR LIFE.

SLIM, UH...
SUPPOSE--

SUPPOSE WHAT?

NOTHING.

WELL, IN THAT CASE,

SEND THE STUFF
TO MY MOTHER
IN DETROIT.

YOU'RE CHECKING OUT,
MR. LINDBERGH?

LOOKS LIKE IT.

I'LL HANDLE
THE BILL.

IS THERE ANY
FORWARDING ADDRESS FOR MAIL?

GENERAL DELIVERY,
PARIS.

YOU'D BETTER HOLD IT
FOR A FEW DAYS.

ARE THE SANDWICHES
READY?

YES. GOOD LUCK,
MR. LINDBERGH.

THANK YOU.

HEY, LINDBERGH...

GIVE US A MINUTE,
CHARLIE!

WILL YOU BE SEARCHING
FOR NUNGESSER AND COLI?

[REPORTERS SPEAKING
ALL AT ONCE]

TWO CANTEENS OF WATER.

CHECK.

LOGBOOK. CHARTS.

CHECK.

ONE KNIFE.

CHECK.

ONE SEAT CUSHION.

CHECK.

ONE HACKSAW BLADE.
TWO FLASHLIGHTS.

CHECK.

ONE BOX OF AMMONIA
AMPULES.

CHECK.

TWO EMERGENCY FLARES.

CHECK.

I WISH YOU'D LET US
PUT IN A PARACHUTE.

IT'S TOO HEAVY.

ANY WORD FROM
THE OTHER PLANE?

NOT A PEEP.
I GUESS THEY'RE WAITING FOR SUN.

WHAT'S THE LATEST
ON THE WEATHER?

THE WEATHER BUREAU
THINKS THERE'S STILL
A CHANCE.

CALL THEM AGAIN.
I'D HATE TO WEAR
GALOSHES.

TOO HEAVY.

CHECK.

HOW'D SHE SOUND
WHEN YOU RAN HER UP?

CHECKED BOTH
MAGS AT 1650--

SMOOTH AS SILK.

300 GALLONS,
MR. LINDBERGH.

GOOD.
WE'LL TOP HER OFF
ON THE RUNWAY.

SEE WHERE I PUT
THE MAGNETIC COMPASS?

IT'S THE BEST SPOT.

IT'LL SWING LESS
IN ROUGH AIR,

BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO
READ IT IN A MIRROR.

I GOT THAT
FROM THE OFFICE,
BUT IT'S NOT RIGHT.

IT'S TOO BIG,
TOO HEAVY.

ANYBODY GOT
A LITTLE MIRROR

ABOUT 2 INCHES
SQUARE?

WHO'S GOT
A LITTLE MIRROR
AROUND HERE?

I HAVE.

WILL THIS DO?

IT'S LITTLE,
BUT IT'S NOT SQUARE.

WELL, THIS
WILL DO FINE.

HOW'S THAT?

HOW WILL I
ATTACH IT?

I CAN'T
SCREW IT ON.

STICK IT ON.

O.K.

WHAT'S IT FOR?

THIS IS
THE MAGNETIC COMPASS.

HE PUT IT
ABOVE MY HEAD.

TO READ IT,
I'LL USE YOUR MIRROR.

OH.

ARE YOU SURE
YOU CAN SPARE IT?

IT'S JUST
FIVE-AND-DIME.

WELL, THANK YOU,
ANYWAY.

CAN I SIT
IN THE DRIVER'S
SEAT?

SURE. GET IN.

IT'S SMALLER
THAN I THOUGHT.

IT'S AWFULLY BARE.

I BEG YOUR PARDON?

IT'S SO BARE.

YES, I GUESS
IT IS.

WHEN I GET TO PARIS,
I'LL PUT IN A RUG AND CURTAINS.

YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE
WHERE YOU'RE GOING.

WHY DON'T YOU
CUT A HOLE HERE?

THE GASOLINE
WOULD COME OUT.

DON'T YOU HAVE TO
LOOK AHEAD?

I CAN LOOK FORWARD
THROUGH THIS.

THIS IS A PERISCOPE.

LIKE IN A SUBMARINE
UNDERWATER?

YES, THAT'S RIGHT,
EXCEPT I HOPE

I WON'T
USE IT THAT WAY.

WELL, WHAT ARE
ALL THESE FOR?

ALL THESE LEAD TO
THE FIVE TANKS.

THEY'RE IN THE FUSELAGE
AND WING.

I CAN CONTROL THE FLOW
OF GASOLINE

AND BALANCE
THE AIRPLANE THAT WAY.

UNDERSTAND?

NOT REALLY.

UH-HUH.

I GUESS I'D
BETTER GET OUT
OF YOUR WAY.

HOW LONG
HAVE YOU BEEN
STANDING IN THE RAIN?

ALL NIGHT.

YOU LIVE ON LONG ISLAND?

NEW YORK?

PHILADELPHIA.

YOU CAME ALL THE WAY
FROM PHILADELPHIA?

I HAD TO.
YOU NEEDED
THE MIRROR.

JUST TALKED TO DR. KIMBALL
AT THE WEATHER BUREAU.

HE SOUNDS VERY CAUTIOUS.

HOW CAUTIOUS?

"FOG BETWEEN THE CAPE
AND NEWFOUNDLAND
LIFTING SLOWLY.

CLEARING ALONG
THE EUROPEAN COAST."

HE'D FEEL BETTER
IF YOU WAITED UNTIL NOON.

[FRANK]
SLIM, POSTPONE IT

FOR ANOTHER 24 HOURS.

YOU'D BE SURE
ABOUT THE WEATHER THEN.

GIVE YOU A CHANCE
TO SLEEP SOME, TOO.

EXCEPT IN ANOTHER
24 HOURS,

I MIGHT BE FLYING
IN CHAMBERLIN'S
PROPWASH.

IT'S UP TO YOU,
SLIM.

LET'S ROLL HER OUT.

MOVE BACK.

MOVE BACK.

I DON'T LIKE THE LOOKS
OF THAT RUNWAY, SLIM.

CAN YOU
HOLD HER STRAIGHT

THROUGH THOSE WASHOUTS?

CAN YOU LIFT HER?

IF I CAN GET UP
ENOUGH SPEED.

I WISH WE'D TESTED HER
WITH THIS MUCH WEIGHT...

AND UNDER THESE
CONDITIONS.

FRANK,
LET'S DRIVE
DOWN THE RUNWAY

WHERE
THAT STICK IS.

WHAT'S THE MATTER,
SLIM?

THE WIND BLEW AWAY
MY TAKEOFF MARKER.

IS THIS THE SPOT?

YES, I MEASURED IT.

DO YOU HAVE
A HANDKERCHIEF?

YEAH.

WHAT IF YOU
DON'T GET OFF
THE GROUND BY HERE?

I'LL CUT THE POWER.

CAN YOU ROLL HER
TO A STOP

BEFORE YOU PILE
AGAINST THOSE TREES?

SHE'LL SLOW DOWN
PRETTY QUICK
IN THIS MUSH.

DON'T TRY TO LIFT HER
BEYOND THE MARKER.

THE WIND IS WRONG.
YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT.

I'LL WATCH IT.

I'M NOT TELLING YOU
HOW TO FLY, SLIM.

I KNOW THAT,
FRANK.

SHE'S ALL TOPPED OFF--
425 GALLONS.

FINE.

DON'T FORGET
YOUR SANDWICHES,
SLIM.

THERE'S
FIVE OF THEM.

PUT THEM UNDER THE SEAT.

ONE HARD-BOILED
EGG ON WHITE,

TWO ROAST BEEF,
TWO HAM ON RYE.

I TRIED TO GET YOU
SOME SANDDABS.

NO SANDDABS.

NO SANDDABS.

FRANK, THERE'S SOMETHING
I OUGHT TO TELL YOU.

THOSE SANDDABS
OF YOURS ARE TERRIBLE.

THE WAY
YOU WELD THEM

WITH THAT
ACETYLENE FLAVOR.

YOU ATE THEM.

WELL, I THOUGHT
I'D BETTER.

I WANTED
THE AIRPLANE ON TIME.

GAS IS ON.
SWITCH IS OFF.

CONTACT.

CONTACT.

OFF.

OFF.

CONTACT.

CONTACT.

HEY, IT'S
30 REVOLUTIONS LOW.

IT'S 30 REVOLUTIONS LOW.

WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF IT--
DAMP AIR?

THAT'S ALL.
NOTHING MECHANICAL.

WELL, I GUESS
I MIGHT AS WELL GO.

PULL THE CHOCKS.

CUT IT.

2 HOURS...
ALMOST 200 MILES GONE.

GOT A TAILWIND.
THAT HELPS.

IF WE CAN HOLD THIS SCHEDULE,
IN THE 38th HOUR,

WE'LL LAND IN PARIS.

WELL, WHERE'D YOU
COME FROM?

WHERE DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE GOING?

GO ON. GO ON, OUT.

GO ON.
YOU KNOW THE RULES.

NO COPILOTS.
NO EXCESS BAGGAGE.

NOW, DON'T MAKE
ANY TROUBLE.

THIS AIRPLANE'S GOING
ALL THE WAY TO PARIS.

JUST HOW MUCH EXTRA WEIGHT
WOULD YOU BE, ANYWAY?

I SUPPOSE THAT DEPENDS.

IF YOU'RE SITTING IN A PLANE,
THAT'S EXTRA WEIGHT,

BUT IF YOU'RE FLYING AROUND
INSIDE A FLYING PLANE,

WOULD THAT ADD
TO THE LOAD?

VERY INTERESTING PROBLEM,
ISN'T IT?

WHERE ARE YOU?

GET AWAY FROM THOSE SANDWICHES.
WE CAN'T EAT YET.

I HAVE TO
SWITCH TANKS AGAIN.

I MUST DO THIS
EVERY HOUR.

WHAT'S THE MATTER,
WATER SCARE YOU?

OH, THIS ISN'T
THE REAL THING YET.

THERE'S STILL
PLENTY OF LAND AHEAD--

NOVA SCOTIA, NEWFOUNDLAND.

AHH!

ONLY FOUR HOURS GONE,
AND I'M EXHAUSTED.

NO, NO.
IT'S NOT FOUR HOURS,

IT'S 28 HOURS
SINCE I'VE HAD ANY SLEEP.

WHY DID I LET LAST NIGHT
GO TO WASTE

IN THAT HOTEL ROOM
ON LONG ISLAND?

I'D SETTLE FOR ONE HOUR
IN THAT BED NOW.

15 MINUTES.
IT WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE A BED.

I'D SLEEP ON THE FLOOR.

I ALWAYS COULD SLEEP
ANYPLACE, ANYTIME.

WHEN I WAS A KID
IN LITTLE FALLS, MINNESOTA,

I'D SLEEP
ON THE RAILROAD TRACKS,

WAITING FOR THE CATFISH
TO BITE...

OR WHEN I WAS A FLYING CADET
AT BROOKS FIELD, TEXAS.

THE DAYS WERE TOO LONG,
AND THE BUNKS WERE TOO SHORT...

OR IN
THE BARNSTORMING DAYS,

SLEEPING UNDER THE WING
OF MY OLD JENNY

BY A WINDMILL THAT
PUMPED SWEET WATER

OUT OF THE KANSAS
PRAIRIE.

I WASN'T REALLY ASLEEP.

I WAS JUST PRACTICING
FOR WHEN WE GET TO PARIS...

IF WE GET TO PARIS.

NOVA SCOTIA--
I WON'T HAVE TO TURN BACK HERE.

IT'S AS CLEAR
AS THE SUN.

OPEN SKY...
OPEN SKY TO NEWFOUNDLAND.

6 MILES OFF COURSE...

6 MILES
AFTER 200 MILES OF WATER.

IF I HELD THIS
MARGIN OF ERROR,

HOW FAR OFF COURSE WOULD I BE
WHEN I HIT IRELAND?

LET'S SEE.

IT'S 1,900 MILES
ACROSS THE ATLANTIC.

SO THAT COULD--
I'D BE 60 MILES OFF AT IRELAND.

WELL, I'LL SETTLE
FOR THAT.

THERE'S NOTHING TOO WRONG

WITH THIS DEAD RECKONING
NAVIGATION,

EXCEPT MAYBE THE NAME.

HEY!

HEY!

I HAD A MOTORCYCLE ONCE--

HARLEY-DAVIDSON, BLUE.

WON A COUPLE RACES
WITH HER.

I HAD HER
FOR A YEAR AND A HALF,

THEN DROVE HER
TO GEORGIA...

TRADED HER IN
ON AN AIRPLANE.

[BANG]

LOOKING
FOR SOMETHING, SON?

DO YOU SELL SURPLUS
ARMY PLANES?

YEAH, I SELL THEM.

WELL,
I'M INTERESTED.

FLIER?

YES, SIR.

FRIEND IN NEBRASKA
SAID YOU HAVE
GOOD BUYS.

SURE.
WE GOT SOME JENNYS
PRETTY CHEAP.

THAT ONE'S THE BEST
OF THE LOT.

DON'T LOOK LIKE MUCH.
ENGINE'S FINE.

JUST WIND HER UP,
AND TAKE HER OFF.

HOW MUCH?

500. CHEAP ENOUGH.

WELL...
WHAT WOULD YOU
SAY TO 400,

AND I'LL THROW IN
THE MOTORCYCLE?

I WOULDN'T THINK
MUCH OF THAT, SON.

450 AND THE MOTORCYCLE.

AH,
IT'S TOO STEEP
FOR ME.

IT MIGHT GO
FOR 425.

440.
THE GAS TANK'S FULL.

ALL RIGHT.
ALL RIGHT.
IT'S A DEAL.

NOW THERE'S 400...

YOU WANT 20--
20, 40.

EVER FLOWN A JENNY?

A PLANE'S A PLANE.

FLY ONE, YOU CAN
FLY THEM ALL.

REAL HOT PILOT, EH?

PULL HER THROUGH
FOR ME?

CRANK HER, PETE.

KEEP HER NOSE DOWN
ON THE TURNS.

SHE'S ONLY GOT
90 HORSEPOWER.

SWITCH IS OFF.

CONTACT.

CONTACT.

[ENGINE SPUTTERS]

[STARTS]

PETE!

NOW JUST
A DING MINUTE, YOU!

HEY! YOU PLUMB GONE
NUTTY IN THE HEAD?

HOW'S THAT?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M TRYING
TO TAKE OFF.

THAT'S A REAL
FANCY TECHNIQUE.

THE AIR'S ROUGH TODAY.

YEAH, REGULAR
STORM CONDITIONS.

DON'T WORRY. I'LL GET
HER OFF THIS TIME.

WHERE HAVE YOU
BEEN FLYING?

OH, AROUND.

AROUND WHAT?

AROUND LINCOLN FIELD,
NEBRASKA--

A GOOD FLYING
INSTRUCTOR THERE.

HE SAID I WAS
HIS BEST STUDENT.

I'D HATE
TO SEE THE REST
OF THE CLASS.

I WAS
THE ONLY STUDENT.

THAT INSTRUCTOR--
DID HE EVER
SOLO YOU?

NO, NOT EXACTLY.

HE JUST
HAD ONE AIRPLANE.

HE WAS AFRAID
I'D CRACK IT UP,

SO I'LL SOLO MYSELF.

HERE'S YOUR MONEY
BACK.

STICK TO THAT LEAKY
MOTORCYCLE.

IT'S CLOSER
TO THE GROUND, SON.

I BOUGHT THE AIRPLANE.
I'M GOING TO FLY IT.

DON'T WORRY.

I'LL PRACTICE SOME MORE
BEFORE I HEAD WEST.

YOU BETTER PRACTICE
IN THAT DIRECTION!

THAT'S WHERE
THE HOSPITAL IS...

AND THE UNDERTAKER!

NO WIND. NOT A BREATH OF AIR
ON THOSE LAKES.

STRANGE WILDERNESS...

BAD COUNTRY
FOR A FORCED LANDING.

6 P.M.--
11 HOURS FROM NEW YORK.

100 MILES FROM ST. JOHN'S
AND THE NORTH ATLANTIC.

NUNGESSER AND COLI MIGHT HAVE
HIT ONE OF THESE PEAKS.

IF THEY DID,
THEY'LL NEVER BE FOUND,

NOT DOWN THERE.

FOG--ONE HOUR
FROM ST. JOHN'S--FOG.

WELL, MAYBE IT'S ONLY A PATCH
HANGING TO THE MOUNTAINS.

THIS IS NO PATCH.

THIS IS THE END
IF WE CAN'T FIND OPEN SKY.

I CAN'T CROSS
1,900 MILES OF SEA

WITHOUT A CHECKPOINT
FOR THE COMPASS.

ST. JOHN'S IS THE KEY
BEARING TO IRELAND.

ALMOST 7:00--
ST. JOHN'S IS DOWN THERE,

NOT TOO FAR AHEAD
IF WE'RE ON COURSE.

THERE MIGHT BE A CEILING
TO THIS STUFF.

TAKE A CHANCE?

THE CHART DOESN'T SAY
HOW HIGH THE MOUNTAINS ARE.

HOW DEEP CAN I GO WITHOUT
WRAPPING US AROUND A PEAK?

WELL, THERE'S ONE WAY
TO FIND OUT.

ST. JOHN'S.

COME OVER HERE
AND LOOK AT THIS.

1,900 MILES TO IRELAND--

NO SHIPS, NO ISLANDS,
ALL LIQUID.

SURE YOU DON'T WANT
TO GET OFF HERE,

FIND YOURSELF
A GARBAGE CAN?

I DON'T BLAME HIM.

SO LONG.

WIND FROM THE NORTHWEST,
BLOWING ABOUT 30 MILES AN HOUR.

I'LL ANGLE 10 DEGREES NORTH
TO COMPENSATE FOR DRIFT.

THIS HAS GOT TO BE MY LAST
DRIFT ESTIMATE UNTIL DAWN.

OIL PRESSURE, 59 AND STEADY--
FUEL PRESSURE, 3.5 AND STEADY--

INDICATED AIR SPEED,
90 MILES AN HOUR--

ALTITUDE, 300 FEET.

YOU BETTER GET HER UP HIGHER,
MUCH HIGHER.

PLAY IT SAFE.

IF ANYTHING HAPPENED,

YOU COULD CLING TO THE SKY
A LITTLE LONGER.

YOU COULD STILL
TURN AROUND,

HEAD TOWARD LAND
BEFORE YOU DITCHED.

IF WHAT HAPPENED?

"WHY, FOLKS,
THIS MACHINE HERE

"IS COMPLETELY SAFE
AND ABSOLUTELY DEPENDABLE--

THOUSANDS OF FLIGHTS
WITHOUT A MISHAP."

WASN'T THAT THE SPIEL YOU HAD,
BARNSTORMING IN THE OLD JENNY?

ALL RIGHT, FOLKS.

WHO WILL BE
THE FIRST ONE UP THERE?

WHO WILL DEFY GRAVITY?

WHO WILL SEE HIS FARM
LIKE A BIRD SEES IT?

WHO WILL KISS
HIS GIRL IN THE CLOUDS?

THIS MACHINE HERE
IS ABSOLUTELY SAFE

AND COMPLETELY DEPENDABLE.

IT'S MADE THOUSANDS OF FLIGHTS
WITHOUT ONE SINGLE MISHAP.

WHO WILL
BE THE FIRST ONE?

HEY, DAD,
HOW ABOUT YOU?

HOW ABOUT 10 LONG MINUTES
FOR $5.00?

NO SIRREE BOB,
NOT ME.

I AIN'T GOING UP
IN NO CRAZY
WINDMILL.

I'LL DO SOME
LOOP-THE-LOOPS.

AH, TURN HER
UPSIDE DOWN
AND DUMP ME OUT.

IMPOSSIBLE
TO FALL OUT.

THE SAFETY BELT
HOLDS YOU IN.

WHAT IF THE SAFETY
BELT BUSTED?

I'LL GIVE YOU
MY PARACHUTE.

IT'LL FLOAT YOU DOWN
LIKE A BIG UMBRELLA.

WELL, WHAT IF SHE
DIDN'T OPEN UP,

THE BIG UMBRELLA?
THEN WHAT?

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED.

IF THAT HAPPENS, YOU GET
DOUBLE YOUR MONEY BACK.

HA HA HA!

AND WE DIDN'T
ALWAYS TRAVEL ALONE.

MEET ANOTHER GYPSY
IN THE SKY--

THAT'S THE WAY I MET
BUD GURNEY,

GIVE HIM A WAVE,
INVITE HIM TO DINNER.

GUY I KNOW
IN ABILENE, TEXAS,

IS MAKING A CIRCUS.

LET'S JOIN.

CIRCUS?

YEAH, FLYING CIRCUS.

HE'S LOOKING
FOR STUNT PILOTS,

WING WALKERS,
PARACHUTE JUMPERS.

I'VE DONE SOME JUMPING--
NO WING WALKING, THOUGH.

I'LL TEACH YOU.

HE'LL GUARANTEE US
ABOUT EIGHT WEEKS

OF COUNTY FAIR
DATES.

OUGHT TO BE
PRETTY GOOD MONEY.

I SURE COULD USE
THE MONEY.

MY JENNY
NEEDS NEW TIRES--
VALVE JOB, TOO.

BOY, WILL MY OLD MAN
HAVE A FIT

WHEN HE FINDS OUT
I'VE JOINED
A CIRCUS.

HE KEEPS TELLING ME
I'M A BUM.

MY OLD MAN'S
IN CONSTRUCTION

IN WICHITA, KANSAS.

HE WANTS ME
TO COME HOME

AND WORK FOR HIM--

SAYS I COME FROM
RESPECTABLE PEOPLE,

THAT HE RUNS
A RESPECTABLE
BUSINESS,

AND HIS ONLY SON
IS A BUM.

SO I'M A BUM.

YOU, UH, COME FROM
RESPECTABLE PEOPLE?

WELL, MY FATHER'S
A LAWYER IN MINNESOTA,

AND HE WAS IN CONGRESS
FOR 10 YEARS.

THAT'S NOT FOR ME.

YOU CAN'T DO IT
FROM A PLANE.

MY OLD MAN SAYS,
"FLYING IS
FOR THE BIRDS."

IS THAT WHAT
HE SAID?

"IF GOD
MEANT US TO FLY,

"HE WOULD HAVE
MADE OUR BONES

AS HOLLOW
AS OUR HEADS."

MAYBE THERE IS
SOMETHING WRONG
WITH US.

WELL...MAYBE.

WHAT IS IT?

WHAT MAKES US
GO UP THERE?

OH...

YOU TELL ME.

16th HOUR--1,700 MILES
BACK INTO YESTERDAY,

BACK TO NEW YORK.

HERE, THERE'S NOTHING,

NOTHING BUT THE SOUND
OF THE ENGINE.

IT'S TURNING
1,625 REVOLUTIONS A MINUTE.

THAT'S MORE THAN 800 EXPLOSIONS
EVERY MINUTE IN EVERY CYLINDER.

HOW MANY EXPLOSIONS
IN NINE CYLINDERS?

THAT'S...7,000 A MINUTE.

THAT'S ALMOST
HALF A MILLION AN HOUR.

THERE'S 20 HOURS TO GO,
10 MILLION EXPLOSIONS--

10 MILLION BLASTS

OF WHITE-HOT FLAME
AGAINST RED-HOT METAL

BEFORE I LAND.

HOW CAN AN ENGINE
STAND SUCH TORTURE?

WHAT IF A CYLINDER CRACKS,
VALVE STUCK,

OR BEARING BURNED OUT?

I-I ONLY HAVE TO MAKE IT
THROUGH THIS NIGHT.

TOMORROW WILL
TAKE CARE OF ITSELF.

WHAT'S THIS? IT LOOKS
LIKE A GREAT BIG WHITE SHIP--

A SHIP WITH SAILS.

OH, IT CAN'T BE
A WINDJAMMER IN 1927.

IT LOOKS LIKE
A GHOST SHIP.

IT ISN'T, THOUGH.
IT'S THERE.

OH, IT'S AN ICEBERG!

OF COURSE--
THAT'S WHAT IT IS.

I NEVER THOUGHT
OF ICEBERGS.

I SHOULD
HAVE BEEN LOOKING,

THIS CLOSE
TO THE ARCTIC CIRCLE.

IT'S ALMOST BIG ENOUGH
TO LAND ON.

HEY, THAT'S AN IDEA--
ICEBERGS FOR LANDING FIELDS.

IF IT WAS FLAT ENOUGH,

I COULD JUST
SLIP HER RIGHT DOWN

AND CUT THE ENGINE
AND STOP AND GO TO SLEEP.

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN NOW?
40 HOURS, I GUESS.

WE'D NEVER PASS
AN INSPECTION TODAY,

NOT AT BROOKS FIELD.

DO YOU SEE ANYTHING
ON MY NOSE, BIBBS?

YES, SIR.

ANY IDEA WHAT IT IS?

OIL, SIR.

WELL, BIBBS,
WHAT ARE WE GOING
TO DO ABOUT IT?

WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST,
BIBBS?

I SUGGEST YOU WIPE
YOUR NOSE, SIR.

YOU DO, EH?

ALL RIGHT, YOU MEN,

I'LL GIVE IT
TO YOU AGAIN.

SOME OF YOU THINK

THESE AIRPLANES
ARE GARBAGE CANS.

A DIRTY AIRPLANE
MAKES FOR A SLOPPY
PILOT.

I WON'T HAVE
ANY SLOPPY PILOTS

GRADUATING FROM
THIS HERE FIELD.

YOU!

YOU CAN'T SET
THAT DOWN HERE.

DON'T YOU KNOW
WHAT THIS IS?

THIS IS
BROOKS FIELD.

IT'S AN ARMY FIELD.
TAKE OFF!

I'M A CADET, SIR.

OH, NO.

I'M SORRY, SIR.

HOW DO YOU THINK
I FEEL?

I TOOK MY EXAMS
AT CHANUTE.

[METAL CLANGING]

BRITTLE, ISN'T SHE?

THESE PAPERS SAY
YOU'RE ASSIGNED HERE.

O.K.!

BUT I WILL NOT TOLERATE
YOUR FILTHY CRATE HERE!

SHE'S REALLY
A VERY FINE MACHINE.

SHE FLIES
LIKE A DREAM.

SHE'S FILTHY!
GET HER OUT OF HERE!

SHE ONLY NEEDS
SOME PAINT.

[BANG]

PUSH HER,
PULL HER, TOW HER,

BUT GET HER
OUT OF HERE!

YES, SIR.

I BEG YOUR PARDON,
SIR,

BUT YOU HAVE
A LITTLE SOMETHING
ON YOUR NOSE.

THAT DOES IT!
THAT DOES IT!

I AM A PATIENT MAN,

BUT I'LL GIVE YOU
EXACTLY 30 SECONDS

TO GET YOUR FILTHY CRATE
OUT OF HERE!

IF YOU EVER BRING
THAT MESS OF JUNK

BACK TO THIS FIELD--

I'LL SHOOT YOU FIRST!

18th HOUR...

I'VE BEEN FLYING
FOR 18 HOURS.

ICE! THE SPIRIT CAN'T FLY
WITH ICE ON HER WINGS.

HOW LONG HAVE
WE BEEN ICING?

IT'S GRABBING ON FAST,
TOO FAST.

WHY DIDN'T I
CATCH THIS SOONER?

COME ON NOW!

CLIMB OUT
BEFORE WE GET TOO HEAVY.

YOU'RE STALLING!
YOU'RE STALLING!

NOW TURN AROUND!
GET OUT OF HERE!

GET BACK TO WARMER AIR!

ICE SMOTHERING
THE CARBURETOR!

BURN IT OUT!
BACKFIRE IT OUT!

BLAST THE GUTS
OUT OF IT!

[BACKFIRING]

I CAN'T HOLD HER ANYMORE.
WE'RE GOING IN.

RUBBER RAFT, AIR PUMP,
FLARES, TANK OF WATER.

WHERE'S MY KNIFE?

ALL RIGHT, NOW.
NOW TURN AROUND.

GET BACK ON COURSE.

THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG
WITH THE EARTH INDUCTOR COMPASS.

IT MUST BE FROZEN UP.

THE MAGNETIC--
THE MAGNETIC'S ALL HAYWIRE.

WHAT'S HAPPENED
TO EVERYTHING?

ALL RIGHT,
LET'S FLY BY THE STARS.

FIND THE BIG DIPPER.

THE STARS ARE THERE...

SOMEWHERE.

THEY'VE ALWAYS
BEEN THERE.

CLIMB UP
AND HOLD ON TO THEM.

THE TINY FIRE POINT
ABOVE THE DIPPER--POLARIS,

EIGHTH STAR
OF THE NORTHERN POLE--

GUIDE ON THAT.

OVER MY SHOULDER,
AND WE GO SOUTH.

RIDE IT ABOVE
THE LEFT WING TIP,

AND OUR DIRECTION
WILL BE EAST AGAIN.

WHEN IT'S FADED,
I CAN AIM AT THE DAWN.

THE EARTH INDUCTOR COMPASS
IS STEADY AGAIN.

IT'S WORKING AGAIN.
SO IS THE MAGNETIC.

AND I'M FLYING EAST...

BUT WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

I'M FLYING EAST.
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

I WONDER HOW FAR I WANDERED
OFF COURSE LAST NIGHT.

WHERE AM I?

I'VE GOT TO FIND LAND...
SOME LAND...SOMEWHERE...

BEFORE MY GAS IS GONE.

GET TO WORK.

SLEEP'S CRAWLING OUT
OF ITS BOX AGAIN.

NOW PUT IT BACK.

FORCE YOURSELF TO THINK.
NOW, LET'S SEE, NOW.

HOW FAR MIGHT EUROPE BE?

IT'S THE 25th HOUR,

AND ST. JOHN'S WAS
11 1/4 HOURS FROM NEW YORK.

I'M 25 HOURS FROM NEW YORK,

SO...11 FROM 25...

WAS...TWICE 11 IS 22.

THEN 11 AND 14 MAKE 25.

WHAT DO I WANT
WITH 25?

WHAT WAS I GOING TO
USE THAT FOR?

I'LL HAVE TO START
ALL OVER AGAIN.

NOW...

UH...IN A MINUTE
OR TWO...

AFTER MY MIND'S CLEAR.

NOW, LET'S SEE...

IN THE AFTERNOON...

I'LL FIGURE IT ALL OUT
THIS AFTERNOON.

THAT'S A SEAGULL!

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE, BUT...

WELL, WE'RE--
WE'RE HOURS FROM LAND.

HOW COULD THAT--
SHIPS, THEN.

GULLS FOLLOW SHIPS,
AND IF I COULD GET A--

LOOK. THERE'S SOMETHING AHEAD.

THEY'RE FISHING BOATS.

WHICH WAY TO IRELAND?

WHICH WAY TO IRELAND?

WHY--WHY DIDN'T HE ANSWER?

HE COULD HEAR ME.

I'VE...I'VE MADE MYSELF HEARD
FROM AIRPLANES BEFORE.

MAYBE HE'D NEVER SEEN
AN AIRPLANE BEFORE.

MAYBE HE DOESN'T
SPEAK ENGLISH.

I'M NOT ANYWHERE NEAR
IRELAND OR ENGLAND, THEN.

I MIGHT NOT BE ANY...

I'M TOO FAR SOUTH.

THERE'S LAND.

IT IS LAND.

IT IS LAND.

THAT'S NO PHANTOM.
THAT'S EARTH.

THAT'S GREEN, LIVING EARTH.

THAT'S...NO.

NO, WAIT A MINUTE. JUST WAIT.
THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!

IT'S ONLY
THE 28th HOUR.

A TAILWIND WOULD ACCOUNT
FOR MY BEING EARLY,

BUT HOW COULD I--

I'VE BEEN OFF COURSE.

IT'S EARTH, ALL RIGHT,
BUT WHAT EARTH? WHERE?

WHERE AM I?

I COULD BE ANYWHERE
FROM ICELAND

TO THE COAST OF AFRICA.

IT COULD BE SPAIN
OR PORTUGAL.

IT COULD BE DINGLE BAY.

THAT POINT
TO THE NORTH THERE--

THE SHAPE'S RIGHT.

THOSE ISLANDS OFF
TO THE RIGHT THERE...

THAT FITS.

THAT LINES UP RIGHT.

IT IS.

IT'S DINGLE BAY.

IT'S IRELAND!

HI!

HEY!

THAT'S PLYMOUTH.
THAT'S THE PILGRIMS' TOWN.

WHY, I FLEW OVER PLYMOUTH ROCK
RIGHT OUTSIDE BOSTON.

WHEN DID I DO THAT?
OH, YESTERDAY.

WOW.

118 MILES ACROSS THE CHANNEL
TO CHERBOURG.

118 MILES.

WELL, WHAT'S
A LITTLE CHANNEL?

I'VE JUST FLOWN
ACROSS THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.

ALL RIGHT. ADD A LITTLE
MORE POWER HERE.

NOW LET'S HAVE
SOME LUNCH.

FRANK MAHONEY.

THE COAST OF FRANCE--
THERE'S CHERBOURG.

NOW TURN NORTHEAST
ALONG THE COAST,

FIND THE MOUTH
OF THE SEINE RIVER.

THERE IT IS.

I'LL FLY RIGHT
UP THE RIVER TO PARIS.

IT'S 98 MILES,
1 MORE HOUR.

NO, NO. MAKE IT 58 MINUTES,
58 MINUTES.

I'D BETTER WASH MY FACE,
CLEAN UP A LITTLE.

NOW I JUST HOLD ON
FOR ONE MORE HOUR,

ONE MORE HOUR.

[ENGINE DIES]

WELL, NO, NO, NO.
THAT'S THE WRONG TANK.

SWITCH TO ONE
WITH SOME GAS IN IT.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

[RUNNING AGAIN]

THERE IT IS.

THERE IT IS.

LE BOURGET...

NOW WHERE'S LE BOURGET?

I'M RIGHT IN THE HEART
OF THE CITY.

IT SHOULD BE NORTHEAST.
BETTER CHECK THE MAP.

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?
MY EYES--I CAN HARDLY SEE.

I'VE BEEN FLYING THIS AIRPLANE
FOR OVER 33 HOURS.

I HAVEN'T SLEPT
FOR THREE DAYS.

I CAN'T LET IT
CATCH UP TO ME.

THERE. THAT MUST BE
LE BOURGET--MUST BE.

WHAT ARE ALL
THOSE LIGHTS?

I'VE GOT TO BE SURE.

WELL, THERE'S ONLY
ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.

I'LL DROP DOWN.
CAREFUL NOW, CAREFUL.

AS LOW AS I DARE GO--
THOSE LIGHTS--

WHAT ARE THESE LIGHTS?

IS IT A CARNIVAL
OR A CIRCUS?

WHAT ARE ALL
THESE LIGHTS?

I'D BETTER COME IN
OVER THE HANGARS.

STOP HER SHORT
OF THE LIGHTS.

DON'T ROLL
INTO THE DARK.

YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S THERE.

NOW, QUARTER TURN--
QUARTER.

MAKE THE APPROACH.
FULL TURN--NOT YET.

HOLD IT NOW.

NOW YOU'RE IN LINE.
THROTTLE BACK. DON'T STALL IT.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW TO LAND?

I'VE GOT NO FEEL.
I CAN'T FEEL THE AIRPLANE.

YOU'RE DIVING.
YOU'RE DIVING.

PULL OUT.
GUN IT. GUN IT.

NOW STRAIGHTEN UP.
YOU'RE TOO HIGH.

YOU'RE TOO FAST.
SLIP IT. SLIP IT.

MORE. KICK RIGHT RUDDER.

KICK IT.
I'M--I'M GOING IN.

I'M GOING
TO TEAR THIS UP. I'M...

WHAT WAS YOUR LANDING PRAYER,
FATHER HUSSMAN?

WHAT DID YOU SAY?

OH, GOD, HELP ME.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHANTING,
"LINDBERGH! LINDBERGH!"]

LINDBERGH!
LINDBERGH!

THEY'RE TEARING UP
MY AIRPLANE!

THEY'RE TAKING IT
TO THE HANGAR.

[CROWD]
LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

LINDBERGH!

THERE WERE 200,000 PEOPLE
THERE THAT NIGHT,

AND WHEN
WE CAME BACK HOME,

THERE WERE 4 MILLION
PEOPLE WAITING.

[MARCHING BAND PLAYING
STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER]

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