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(bright, majestic music)

(plane buzzing)

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- [Narrator] Bush country,
the Canadian Northwest.

Here, man may still be
awed by nature's presence.

Few roads lead into these wild reaches.

Railroads are unheard of,
even trails are rare,

and yet much of the world's wealth

lies within these boundaries.

Fish and game abound.

Gold, silver, copper, oil,
and other valuable minerals

are there for the finding.

Yet surface transportation
is so slow, dangerous,

and expensive that
such trips into the bush

have been rare, until bush flying.

Airplanes came to the bush
country about 40 years ago,

and the bush pilot rapidly
developed a reputation

as a daredevil, explorer,
weatherman, mechanic,

cook, guide, woodsman,
hunter, fisherman.

The bush pilot had to know a
little bit about everything

in order to survive.

Above all, he had to be a skilled flyer

who could do ingenious
things with an airplane.

(bright, majestic music)

- Hey, what's that bleeding pipe?

What are you trying to do,
blow us both up?

- Make you nervous?
It'll do you good, Sam.

You'll sweat off a little of that beer.

- Hey, you've been busy all along.

Where are you flying off to this time?

- Oh, some guy from Vancouver's

taking his wife fishing
for a couple of days.

As a matter of fact, it's
been a hell of a good season

so far this year.

- Hey, what does Vixen
think about you flying,

being away from the lodge so much?

- Oh, she knew I was a bush
jockey when she married me.

- But I bet she didn't know
she'd be separated so much.

You know, a young girl
can get kind of restless

when her husband's away
all the time like that.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothing, I was just saying
a young girl gets lonely

when her husband's away and
no kind of entertainment,

nothing to do.

Why, I get that way myself.

- Sam, I've never seen you look so horny.

- Ah, no offense meant, Tom.

I just think that, that
you have something special

going with Vixen,
and I'd hate to see

any of these rugged outdoor types

try to take advantage
of her when you're away.

- Vixen's full of fun.

She likes to tease a lot,

but she knows where to draw the line.

Marriage is a big responsibility to her,

especially since her kid
brother came to live with us.

Taking care of him and
the lodge at the same time

is a pretty big order.

- Well, I didn't know Vixen
was all that responsible, Tom.

(bright, gentle music)
(Vixen laughing and squealing)

- Psst.

(Vixen panting)

What're you...?
Come, come on!

Taking too damn long!

Come on... the rest.
(panting)

(bright, jazzy music)

(Vixen moaning)
(upbeat, jazzy music)

(laughing) I have to go.
I have to go!

- So soon?
- Don't grab my arm like that.

- [Mountie] I'm sorry. Why
must you leave so soon?

- [Vixen] Because Tom's
due any time now, stupido.

- [Mountie] Can't you just
stay for another half-hour?

I wanna talk to you, seriously.

- So talk to me, seriously.
- Vixen!

- Look, we've had our
fun, playtime is over,

and now it's business as usual.

- So this has just been
fun and games to you?

You bitch.

You cold bitch.

- Go on, let's get dressed.

If you could do anything
you wanted to me,

what would you do?

- Turn you over my knee
and spank your bare butt.

- What a funny policeman you are.

- Come on, let's go.
(tense, uneasy music)

- Where you been?
- Walking.

- Run into the constable out there?

- Well, if I did, it's none
of your business, little boy.

- Oh! I think my sister's
trying to get me mad.

Where's the Baron von Richthofen?

- [Vixen] He's on his
way back to the lodge

with some guests, so why
don't you just get lost?

- I'll bet the constable caught
something a whole lot better

than poachers out in those piney woods.

- You've got a dirty mind and
a mouth to match it, Judd.

Make way, Rufus,
I'm coming through.

- My name ain't Rufus, Vixen.

It's Niles. You keep forgetting that.

- You know, somehow I just
keep thinking of you as "Rufus."

Well, you remember my name
is "Mrs. Palmer" to you, boy.

- What's wrong with
Niles calling you "Vixen"?

Seems a lot friendlier.

- How in the hell do you
expect me to be friendly

when the smell keeps
getting in the way?

- Maybe it's my smell that excites you.

- Ha.

- Ah, maybe she smelled you
coming but she couldn't wait.

So she ran off with the constable

to satisfy a little twitch.

- Now look who's talking about twitches.

Last time you saw me in the buff,

you couldn't even stand up straight.

- Oh, Vixen, are you
suggestin' something?

- You said it. What's on your mind?

- If you still got hot pants
and the constable

wasn't enough,
give old Niles here a roll.

He's really the man of your dream.

- He's got about as much
chance getting to me

as finding a watermelon in the winter.

- And what makes you think
I wanna get in your lily-whites?

- Everybody knows a Black
just can't keep his hands

off of white stuff.

- I thought it was the other way around.

I thought it was the white chicks

who like to sneak away
from their husbands

and get some of that dirty,
primitive kind of loving

we all supposed to be famous for.

- The only thing I know spades
are famous for is rioting.

- And we're good tap dancers, too.

Got a natural sense of rhythm.

- And since you are of draft age
and a United States citizen,

and for some mysterious reason

refuse to go back to your own country...

- There ain't nothin'
mysterious about my reasons.

- Like how you got so
Black on the outside

when you're so yellow on the inside?

(tense flourish music)
- Cool it, Vixen.

- You're forgetting again.

It's "Mrs. Palmer" to you, boy.

- You're stretching your luck, chick.

I oughta--
- You oughta what, Black boy?

- Just think about it.

You just let your mind
dwell on the possibilities.

You coming, Judd?
- Oh, I'm disappointed.

I was hoping you two
were gonna get together.

Then I could watch.

- So that's your bag, Judd, watching.

- I've been known to
participate when interested.

- I asked if you were coming, Judd.

- Hey, just a minute, man.

My sister's trying to give me a rise.

You're gonna drive old Niles up a tree.

- Come on, man, let's haul.

- Hey, how about the three of us make it--

- How about just you and me?

We'll let the shine watch
so he'll have something

to tell his grandchildren about.

And how about a free ride, Judd?

- [Judd] Is there anybody
you wouldn't make it with?

- Only spades and cripples.
- How about Shetland ponies?

- What do you say to chicks?

I know two tender young
things down at the academy.

- Introduce me.
- You gotta be kidding.

- How about that free ride, Judd?

- You really don't turn me on.
- Don't I?

- Let's go, Niles.
- I've got your number, Judd.

- Adios, Vix! Let's hope the
Red Baron doesn't find out

about King of the Royal Mounties.

- If he did, he'd apologize for prying.

(bright, gentle music)
(plane buzzing)

- This is it.

- How long are we gonna stay here

before we go on to Toronto?

- Let's just cool it
and enjoy the weekend.

- Shall we go?

(bright, gentle music continues)

The Jeep's right over
there beside the hangar.

I'll get your bags and meet you.

(Judd and Niles laughing)
(bright, jazzy music)

- You know what I like
about those academy chicks?

- You tell me.

- When they finally find
out what it's all about,

they can't get enough of it.

- Yeah, that's true, man.

Ain't nothing better than a chick

who finds out just how long

she's been depriving herself
of a good thing, man.

(Judd and Niles laughing)

- Did you ever have a
chick beg you not to stop?

- Yeah. Say, man,
what are we waitin' for?

Let's go downtown now
and check 'em out!

- We can't get at 'em until tomorrow.

They got strict rules in that academy.

They'll be in town on Sunday.
We'll check "em out then.

- Hey, man, do they know who I am?

- What do you think
they're so excited about?

(Judd and Niles laughing)

- Who's excited about what?

- Nothing that concerns you, Vixen.

- Why, everything my
baby brother gets into

concerns me, Judd.

- You do have a way of
phrasing things, Vix.

- You don't know the half of
what your sister can do, lover.

Get your big suitcases
off my table, Sambo.

- Someday you're gonna get
your butt whipped, honky.

- You and who else, yellow-belly?

- Knock it off, Vixen.
- You knock it off, Judd!

Here's Tom with a new guest.
Now, get lost.

- This is it, folks.
(motorcycles humming)

That's my wife's kid brother
and a friend of his.

They're really not as bad as they look.

- Hi, honey!
- Hi, sweetheart!

That's my wife.
Come on, let's meet her.

- Hi! (laughing)
- Honey...

Honey, I'd like you to
meet Dave and Janet King.

Dave's a lawyer.

He and his wife are gonna
spend the next couple of days

fishing with us before
they fly on to Toronto.

- Well, how do you do?

It's not often we have
such an attractive couple.

- Shall we go inside?
- Sounds good, huh, babe?

- Follow me.

(bright, upbeat music)

(soft, sultry music)

(lively, sultry music)

(soft, sultry music)

- Come on, Vixen, this moment's
been on my mind all day.

- So you can wait a few minutes longer.

- Oh, I can? Get your
pretty little butt in here.

- Baby, you're so impatient.
(soft, sultry music)

- It's been a long day.

- I like it when you're impatient.

We'll have a long night.

- Come over here.

- Shall I undress?

Or will you do it for me?

(bright, sultry music)

(Vixen laughing and squealing)

- Come on, honey, let's hit the sack.

- Don't think I don't
know what's on your mind.

- What are you talking about?

- The pilot's wife. What did
you think I was talking about?

- You didn't look exactly bored yourself.

- Maybe you're just too used to me.

- Babe, what you've got, nobody
could ever have enough of.

- So far tonight, you haven't shown

the least bit of interest
in what I've got.

- Babe, I'm tired, it's been a long day.

Let's go to bed.
(soft, sultry music)

You wearing those to bed?
- Any objections?

- Well, if you want to, uh...

- You think they'll get
in the way of anything?

- Okay, honey, let's cool it.

- Oh, please. Love me, please.

Oh, Tom, hurry, please.

(gasping) Oh, Tom.

(soft, jazzy music)

- Hey, what are, what are you doing?

- Guess.

- You really don't wanna sleep, do you?

- I was just wondering if
there was any life left in you.

- Come on, Janet, you
know better than that.

- Do I?

Let's find out.

- All right, baby, you asked for it.

(Janet groaning)

- Oh, yeah! Oh, oh...

Now, Tom. Now! Now! (groaning)

- I just can't make it, honey.

- Maybe you have your
mind on too many things.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I saw the way you were
looking at that woman's fanny

this afternoon...
And knowing you,

you've got plans for tomorrow.

- I have no intention of cheating on you.

And wait a minute, supposing I did?

That wouldn't set any precedence.

You've already admitted to
making it with two other guys.

How many more are there that
I don't even know about?

- That's not fair, Dave.

That's one of the conditions

we agreed on when we got married.

- So what are you
complaining about me for?

- Because I'm jealous,

when you wanna make it
with someone else,

you can't make it with me.

- But I told you, it's not
because of that other girl.

I'm tired, I'm exhausted.

- All right then, I'm just jealous.

- Wow.

- So?

- Nothing, nothing.

Goodnight.
- Goodnight!

- Oh, baby, you're still number one.

Oh.

- Who is the number two?

- Oh, honey, you know what I mean.

Nobody could satisfy me like you do.

MMmMm.

- Wonder how Dave and Janet are doing.

What do you think of them?

- I didn't pay that
much attention to them.

- He's pretty well-heeled.

He's only 30 years old and he's
making over $50,000 a year.

- So?
- So that's a lot more

than I've made in the past five years.

- Yes, but you please
me where it counts most.

(mellow jazzy music)

- [Tom] You won't find a
better spot for fishing

within a hundred-mile radius.

(birds chattering)

- I think I'm going to
go further upstream.

I don't seem to have much luck here.

- What do you call luck?
You got three nice ones.

- Yeah, but nothing's
happened in the last hour.

- You're too impatient.
- (laughing) Impatient?

My wife usually has
the opposite complaint.

She says I'm too lazy.

- Say, I know a great spot.

It's only about a hundred
yards upstream, I'll show you.

I mean, it's very easy
to get lost around here.

- Is that okay with you, honey?

- Sure, Dave. You can
take care of yourself.

And I'm sure Mr. Palmer
can take care of me.

(mellow jazzy music)

- [Dave] How far is this
place you're taking me to?

- [Vixen] It's just around the bend.

- Think we'll do any good?
- We can't miss.

Well, this is the place.

Now, it's your turn.

- I have a feeling a girl like you

does not belong in a fishing lodge.

- I do okay here. If I
didn't like it, I'd leave.

- Where would you go?
- Maybe Toronto or Montreal...

Or south to San Francisco.

- How long you been married?
- Couple of years.

- Well, you sure do add to the landscape.

- Before I'm through, you'll be sorry

you couldn't have stayed longer.

That looks like a beautiful spot.

- You don't lose any time.

- Is there a better way?
- You're a gal of few words.

- I'm just a plain and
simple chick, Mr. King.

You attract me,

and when I'm attracted, I respond.

Well, what are you waiting for?

(birds chattering)
(water sloshing)

- You're either the
shyest man I've ever met,

or have too much of a good thing.

- Yeah, that's just about right.

Why don't we go on upstream

and catch up to Dave and Vixen?

- I'd prefer to relax a bit first.

- Sure. Sounds like a good idea.

(soft, sultry music)

- Mind if I use your lap for a pillow?

- Sure you'll be comfortable?

- I will. How about you?

- Sure.

- [Dave] You certainly don't believe

in any added encumbrances.

- [Vixen] I didn't think I'd need any.

How do I look?
- Sensational.

- Now it's your turn.

- You take care of everything, don't you?

- I've just had a good teacher...

And I am a responsive pupil.

- [Dave] What if your
husband should intrude?

- [Vixen] You afraid?

- Well, there's no sense
in looking for trouble,

and I do hate to be interrupted.

- Well, in that case,
let's go a bit upstream.

- Okay. You lead.

(Vixen laughing)
(lively, jazzy music)

- Not much luck with the fishing today.

Wonder how Dave and Vixen are doing.

Vixen knows all the best spots.

She'll make sure Dave has a good time.

(mellow, jazzy music)

(Vixen panting)

(lively, jazzy music)

- Oh, I, I just knew it
would be a wonderful idea.

- I can't move. (chuckling)

Poor Janet.

- Why?

- Well, she's so damn jealous.

- What's she got to be jealous of?

She has you all the time.

- Well, we didn't make
it so good last night,

and she figured this was going to happen.

- Maybe she had some plans of her own.

- Oh, no, no, no. But she'll
make it with your husband.

- Wanna bet?

- You betting she won't or he won't?

- Well, I don't know your wife.

- [Dave] That's what I mean,
you don't know my wife.

- Mrs. King, I'm your
host and official guide,

not your alternate stud.

Would you button up? I got
enough to handle as it is.

- So has my husband, and
you're not even concerned

that he's making it with your wife.

- Your imagination's working overtime.

(birds chattering)

Hi, how'd you do?

- Well, the fishing was lousy.

- Well, should we go back?
- Okay by me.

- What do you think of these,
sweetheart?

- Beautiful.
- Let's grab some lunch.

Then we can shoot
some birds this afternoon.

- Great. How's that sound to you, honey?

- I think I'll stay at
the lodge this afternoon.

The three of you can go.

Might make it more interesting that way.

- Aw, babe, come on.

- No, you guys go ahead, really.

I'll stay at the lodge
and keep Janet company.

♪ Dee dee dee dee dee, dee dah doh ♪

♪ Dah dah dah dah dah, dee don ♪

♪ La dah dah dah, dee don ♪

(knuckles rapping)

- I don't want any company.

- Janet, it's me, Vixen.

- What do you want? All the men are gone.

- I know.
- Well, what do you want?

- Are you all right?

- I'm getting stoned.

- I said are you all right?
- No.

- May I come in?

- Not unless you like bourbon.

(mellow, jazzy music)

- I thought you could use some company.

- Nobody likes to drink alone.

I'm sure. I won't be as
entertaining as my husband,

but you're welcome to
the bourbon anyway.

♪ La dah dah dah dah, dee don do ♪

♪ Dee dah doh, doh doh mm ♪

♪ Dah doo doo doo, ooh ooh ♪

♪ Dah dah dah dah, dee dah doo ♪

(mellow, jazzy music)

- There's another bottle
around here somewhere.

- I'll get it, just show me.

- Over there on the dresser,
top drawer on the left.

- Janet?

- What?

- Nothing.

- You do okay for yourself.

- You mean with men?
- I don't mean with monkeys.

- You angry about this afternoon?

- Did something happen this afternoon?

Don't be so damn cute.

I don't mind Dave making
it in the bushes with you.

It's just that I haven't had any fun

for over a month now.

Look at me, I got a sexy body.

Don't I have a beautiful body?

- Actually, you're in
better shape than I am.

- Of course, you've never
seen me naked though.

A lot of women look good 'til
they take their clothes off.

But me, I look even
better without my clothes.

Here, I'll show you.

- Let me help you. It's
very simple, you see?

- Let me do it.

- Darling, let me help you.

- I can't even get my own clothes off.

- I'll get them off for you.

- I'm ready. Take my clothes off, Senor.

- Senor?

Okay, I'll pretend I'm a big man

and I just can't wait
to get your clothes off.

Here, turn over.
(mellow, jazzy music)

Here, lift up.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You gotta take your clothes off, too.

So that's what my husband was after.

Not bad.

Not bad.

I gotta admit, that's not bad at all.

- What you need is some cheering up.

- (shrieking) Oh! Oh, stop. Oh, stop. Oh...

- What's that?

- That's nothing. A mole.
- A mole?

Your skin is so soft.

How do you keep it that way?

- I don't use anything special.

- My skin isn't nearly as soft as yours.

Feel.

- I feel funny.

It's touching your skin
that makes me feel funny.

- I feel fantastic touching your skin.

- You do?

How?

- I, I know it's strange,

but your body really turns me on.

- Is there something wrong with us?

- Wrong?

Why?

- Your hands sure feel good.

- Turn over.

(mellow, jazzy music)

Turn over.

Have you ever made
love to a woman before?

- No.

- It's a change of pace.

- [Janet] Oh, a girl could
learn a lot from you, Vixen.

- So could a man.
(jazzy music continues)

(Vixen and Janet panting)

(lively, jazzy music continues)

(uneasy jazz music)

- Wanna come in for a drink?

- No, thank you, Tom. I better
see how Janet is doing.

She was none too happy this morning.

- What's the matter?
- Shh.

Here comes your husband.

- My husband?

- Hi.
- Fancy meeting you here.

- Yes, Janet wasn't feeling too well,

so I decided to spend some time with her.

- [Dave] How is she now?

- [Vixen] We both got a little, uh, stoned.

- [Dave] Well, maybe you
should have come with us.

- Janet and I had a nice time.
Have a pleasant night.

Uh-uh, not tonight, Mr. King.
It's your wife's turn.

(bright, patriotic music)

- Yeah, I guess she's
got it coming to her.

- I'm glad you both had a good time.

- [Dave] We may be back
sooner than you think.

- [Janet] Oh, say goodbye to Vixen for us.

- [Tom] I certainly will.

- How long you gonna be, man?

- Half an hour. Stick around, huh?

- No, man, I think I better split before

that sex machine comes in
here, starts making trouble.

- No problem, buddy.

She's usually out getting laid
somewhere this time of day.

- Jealous?
- Uh-oh, time to cut out.

- Hey, don't split, man. I'll
be ready in half an hour.

- You can stay, Rufus, as
long as you keep your place.

- Well now, that's very kind
of you, little white lady,

but I've already contaminated
your white kitchen.

- Well, my goodness, he's
finally seen the light.

Now, why don't you just go into
town and rape a white girl?

- No, ma'am. No, ma'am.

You see, it's the white chick

that's always trying to get into my pants.

You know what they say about us Blacks.

- Why don't you two just
sorta hold a temporary truce

until I can take a shower?

- Well, I'll be outside.
Don't take too long.

- I gotta take a shower.
- So I noticed.

(drum roll music)
- Oh!

(Judd laughing)
(mellow, jazzy music)

This time you're gonna finish

what you start, little brother.

- Judd?
- Hey, cool it, Vix.

(Vixen laughing)

(mellow, jazzy music continues)

- Hey, Vix! Hey.

- I didn't mean to scare you, Judd.

- You're not scaring me.

- It's been 10 years since
we've been naked together.

- [Judd] What are you doing?

Niles is waitin' for me outside.

- [Vixen] Buckwheat can wait.

- Vixen, I don't want to wash your--

- Remember how you used
to wash my back, Judd?

- Yeah.
- And how we used to

cuddle in the tub together?

We quit doing that
when you turned 12.

You said yourself it wasn't right.

- I don't care what I said
then, Judd, this is now.

- You're just puttin' me on.

- Wash my back and I'll wash yours.

- All right, but don't
try any funny business.

- You know me better than that.

- Ah.

- Well, are you gonna
do me first, Judd,

or do you want me to do you first?

- Give me the rag.
(lively, jazzy music)

- Easy, Judd!

Easy, Judd, not so rough.

- Vixen, do you wanna do it yourself

or do you want me to do it?

- Just be gentle, darling.
- Yeah, gentle.

(mellow, jazzy music)

- Is that enough?

- Enough?

I thought we were just
getting started here.

- Yeah, well, it's kinda crowded in here.

We're not kids anymore.
- We certainly aren't.

- All right, Vix, I'm
blowing the whistle on you.

- Why, I believe baby
brother's all excited,

and he's afraid to do anything about it.

- I know what to do if I wanted to.

- I dare you.

I dare you, baby.

- Hey!
(Vixen shrieking)

You've been askin' for it.

- I certainly have, baby brother.

(mellow, jazzy music)

(Vixen moaning)

(engine revving)

So come on, baby brother,
show me how good you are.

(Vixen panting and groaning)

(mellow music continues)

- Judd, you in here?
- He's gonna come in here.

- So what?

- So what? What if he squeaks to Tom?

- Tom would probably throw
him out of the lodge.

He wouldn't believe him.

- Judd, what's happening?

- Why don't you tell him to
get his Black butt outta here?

(uneasy jazz music)

- Well, well, well.

- Come on, Niles, get lost, huh?

- You gonna take all day?

- Why don't you go find
yourself a pickaninny, Sambo?

(uneasy jazz music)

Now, wasn't that something else?

- I've had better.

- I think my baby brother's
suddenly developed

a sense of morality.

- You didn't put anything over on me.

I knew what I was doing.

- I'm the bad girl now, right?

- You said it, I didn't.
- Yeah, okay.

Yeah, this is your bad sister, baby.

Just can't keep her hands
off any man or anything.

- How about if I send in Niles?

He might show you a thing or two.

- You've got a big fat nerve,
Judd, you and your watermelon.

- Don't get all uptight, Vix.

You're passing up a good thing.

You've always wanted to
make it with a big blue.

- Oh God, Judd, oh!

- Come on, come on, let's
throw him in the pit.

He'll give you a rumble
you won't forget.

- I don't want that
chocolate drop in here, Judd.

Get him out.

- Come on, Vix, just think about it.

Think about that Black
stud, with his shiny teeth

just a-grinnin' at you.

You've been settin' him up
all week, you're both ready.

- Oh.

Judd, get him outta here. Judd!

- Oh, no, you don't.
(Vixen screaming)

- You pig! You're a goddam pig.

- Oh, oh?

- Oh, Judd...

- Okay, no more, honey.

If I let you up, you're
gonna stop fighting, huh?

Well, shall I let you up?

- No.

- Well, what are we gonna
do, stay here forever?

- Judd!
- Oh, no, you don't.

Oh, no.
(Vixen laughing)

- This seems like a familiar position.

(Judd laughing)

No, Judd, no! No, Judd, don't go.

- (laughing)

I'll send in Niles and
he'll finish the job.

(jazzy flourish)
(Vixen screaming)

(birds chattering)

Whoo, man.

- And now I've seen everything.

- Oh no, not everything, buddy.

She's in there waiting for you.

- With what, a knife?

- Ah, she could stand an encore.

- Come on, man, let's split.

- You're gonna pass up
an opportunity like this?

- Man, she's your sister.

- Didn't stop me, did it?

- It's bad enough she's a white broad,

but she's your people, too.

- Man, you shoulda heard the
names she was calling you.

She was even makin' up new ones.

- Look, good buddy,
I left the States

because I didn't want any
part of the mess down there.

I didn't come up here
to find more trouble.

- No trouble, buddy. You'll
just be getting even.

- Humping your sister
ain't gonna get me even.

- (laughing) All right, all
right, she's a honky chick.

That gives you another way to go.

- That's just what she wants.

I'm supposed to be the bad guy.

- That's right, stud.

And five minutes ago, while
she was puttin' her pants

back on, she told me
to get you outta here

or she'd have Tom throw you off the place.

(uneasy music)

- That pig. That creepy, horny white pig!

Okay. Okay, man.

I'm gonna show it really
where it's at, right now.

(uneasy, sultry music)
(Judd laughing)

- Niles.

- So now it's "Niles," is it?

You suddenly discovered my name.

You white tramp, you ready?

- Get out of here.
- Sure, baby.

Sure.

But first we're gonna
settle our differences.

- Get out of here! (screaming)

(lively, jazzy music)

- Oh, no!

It's Tom.
- Let him watch!

- Look, buddy, it's no good.

He'd cut your heart out.
(Vixen screaming)

Come on. Come on, let's
go grab a beer, huh?

Come on.
(Vixen screaming)

(Vixen crying)

- One word to the
daredevil pilot, baby...

It's just a question of who has

the most interesting story, you or me.

- You bastard!
- (laughing) You bitch.

- Judd, Niles, I haven't seen
you guys in a couple of days.

What's happening?

- Oh, nothing much, Tom.
We're keepin' busy. You know.

- Mr. O'Bannion, this is
my brother-in-law Judd,

and a friend of his, Niles...

What's your last name, Niles?

I keep forgetting your last name.

- Brook.
- That's right, Brook.

Niles is a U.S. citizen,
but he left the country

because he was politically and
morally opposed to the war.

- Damn right, I did.
And I'd do it again, too.

When my country wants to
protect me, I'll protect it.

- Take it easy, Niles,
I wasn't attacking you.

- Sorry, Tom. Sorry, Mr., uh...

- O'Bannion.
- Yeah.

- Where's Vixen, she home?

- Home as usual.
(soft, jazzy music)

- Honey, this is Mr. O'Bannion.

Mr. O'Bannion, my wife, Vixen.

- Pleased.

- How long do you plan to
be with us, Mr. O'Bannion?

- Well, actually I'm--

- Oh, Mr. O'Bannion isn't
looking for fish, honey.

We're gonna fly him to
San Francisco. Charter flight.

He's paying us $750.

We're gonna spend the night on the town.

Well, what do you mean "we"?

- I'm taking you with me.
- Sensational!

- We leave in an hour.

We just came back to pick you up

while the plane's being serviced.

- Will you help me pack?
- Sure.

- Oh, and Mr. O'Bannion,
make yourself at home.

The place is yours.

- You're very kind, ma'am.

(motorcycle chugging)

- Well, come on, man.

- Wait a minute, will you?

- Well, what did you do to it?
It was runnin' before.

- Nothin', stop buggin' me.

- Don't take it out on me,
it's your machine.

- I was ready to leave an hour ago.

Come on, cut out. I'll see you in town.

- I'll wait.
(motorcycle chugging)

(Judd laughing)

Not only did you crap out with Vixen,

but you're gonna blow it
with the academy chicks, too.

- Make it, honky.

- I'll be at Mickey's beer
joint, if you can make it.

If you can't, I guess I'll just take on

those two tender young broads myself.

(engine humming)

Watch out Vixen don't come out

and start la yin'
some new names on you.

So long, Rufus.

(bright, curious music)

- Hey, it looks like you're not
too appreciated around here.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You don't mind the names they call you?

- Nobody calls me names.

- The young lad did.
The woman does, too.

- I can handle it.

- And you can handle the fact
that you're inferior, too?

- Who says I'm inferior?

- I didn't mean to intrude, but
I understand your situation.

- [Niles] Yeah?

- You left the States because of racism.

- I left because I wasn't
joinin' no honky army

to get wiped out for nothing.

- Ah, but you come up here and you find

that the white people
behave the same way to you

as they do in the States.

- What's your angle?

- I hate racism as much as you do.

- So?
- There are countries

where there is an equality
between the races.

- Where is that, Ireland?

- Much closer than you think.

- Where?
- Cuba is one place.

There are others farther away.

(chuckling)

Hey, man, you know I, I
read you as a Commie.

You cats really crawl
outta the woodwork.

- I am a communist, and I am proud

that you have called me that.

But first, I am a man,

a name which you cannot give yourself

because your prejudiced and
bigoted friends won't let you.

- I don't buy that noise.

To me, you're as much
my enemy as anyone else.

- How can I be your enemy
when you don't even know me?

- I think I know what you cats stand for.

- Do you? Do you really?

- Yeah. Why don't you tell me
how good it is in Russia?

- No, my friend, but I will tell you

how you would be accepted in Cuba,

where you would be treated as a man.

- I'm listening.
(soft, thoughtful music)

- Cigarette?
- Thanks.

- Is there any place we can go
talk without being overheard?

- There's nobody here
except Vixen and Tom.

- What in the hell am I gonna
wear? I have nothing to wear.

Got to get some clothes.
(soft, jazzy music)

Oh, Tom, we have to go, don't we?

- We don't have to leave this minute.

- It is not that the communist world

is perfect by any means.

After all, in many ways,

Russia has become a reactionary country.

That is why the schism with Red China.

But in Cuba, which is the youngest

of all of the communist countries,

there is no such thing as a color line.

There is a revolutionary fever in the air,

and many sense that
what they are doing now

is the wave of the future.

The Cuban brand of national liberation

is spreading throughout
all of South America,

and the Black peoples of
the Western Hemisphere

will be the first to benefit.

Your country cannot win,

'cause it is still living in the past,

while the communists are
looking to the future.

- [Niles] Then why don't you go to Cuba?

I'm sure cats there will
be glad to have you.

- My friend, that is
exactly where I am going,

and Mr. Palmer's airplane
will take me there.

- What makes you think Tom's
going along with your idea?

- This.
(Vixen moaning)

- [Niles] You're not
kidding around, are you?

You wanna get to Cuba pretty badly.

- [O'Bannion] I have my reasons.

- Well, what do you have
to gain by taking me along?

- A defector is always an
excellent propaganda weapon.

- I think I'll stay right here, thanks.

- You don't intend to speak to Mr. Palmer

about this, do you?

- I play everything by ear.

If Tom's in trouble, that's his problem.

I have even less to say to his wife.

- [O'Bannion] Well, think
about it in any case.

- [Niles] I've thought about it.

- [O'Bannion] You may
want to change your mind.

- If I do, I'll send you a telegram.

(birds chattering)

- We're all set, Mr. O'Bannion.

- Good.
- You know,

you're a very fortunate
customer for us, Mr. O'Bannion.

- Shall we go?

(sultry, jazzy music)

- Bye-bye, Rufus.
- Vixen!

Niles, there's plenty of food

for you and Judd in the icebox.

Please take care of the lodge for me.

We'll be back the day after tomorrow.

- Mr. O'Bannion, I think
I shall accept your offer.

- Excellent! Mr. Brook
has decided to join us.

- Join us?
- Aye.

I've invited Mr. Brook to come along.

- Not in the same airplane
with me, you don't.

- Vixen.

- I don't care if you're
the King of England,

that spook is not going to sit next to me.

Tom, you know I don't even
want him in this camp.

- Mrs. Palmer, I have invited him.

I make no such distinction
as to his color.

He is a human being as we all are.

It is prejudice and decadence

which produces this totally
irrational behavior in you.

It is your weakness and a
weakness of your country.

The entire Western world is crumbling

and rotting to its very foundations

because of this disease of the mind.

You are incapable, all of you,

of perceiving the truth,
though it strikes you down!

Forgive me, it is a
matter of some importance.

I should like to have
Mr. Brook accompany me.

Otherwise, I shall try to
find another flight.

- It's okay with me. I've got
room for four in the plane.

Okay, Vixen?

Vixen?

Oh, come on. Come on.

Hop in, Niles.
(thoughtful, jazzy music)

We'll be in Frisco in six hours.

Honey, you wanna fly it?

- [Vixen] I'm not in the
mood for flying, Tom.

- You fly also, Mrs. Palmer?

- Only if I have to.

- I taught her when we first got married.

- How nice! And now let's
all try to make our trip

a little bit more pleasant
than its beginning.

- I agree, we might as well all relax.

After all, we're gonna be spending

the rest of the day together.
- Relax.

- Ever fly before, Niles?

- Couple times.
No great distance, though.

Never been in a light plane before.

- We won't be in the air long.

We have to land after we cross the border

for custom and immigration check.

- Is that really necessary?
- Standard procedure.

- We have sufficient fuel to fly

nonstop to San Francisco, do we not?

- Oh, we do, but we have
to land at the border.

- [O'Bannion] We could stop
in Sacramento, couldn't we?

- We'd be violating international law.

- Then I suggest you violate it.

- Huh?
- If I am correct,

with six stops for refueling,

we shall be in Havana in
approximately 30 hours,

at which time you shall be returned

control of your airplane,
after you have deposited

Mr. Brook and myself with the authorities.

- Niles, are you in on this?

- You knew about this all the
time, didn't you? Didn't you?!

- Look, mister, I don't
know what your game is,

but piracy in the air is
an international crime.

- I am fully aware of the
consequences, Mr. Palmer.

You will do as you are told.
- Niles?

I'm landing at the border.

- You do and it'll be the
last landing you'll ever make.

I will not hesitate to use this gun.

It won't be the first time.

- You'll have a hard
time landing this plane

with a dead man at the stick.

- Your wife would be only too happy

to take over the controls,
rather than imitate

any futile or heroic
gestures on your part.

- It's too bad you don't
have a few military secrets

you could lay on the Cubans.

You gonna give a few speeches?

I mean, about the terrible
conditions in America.

And Canada for that matter.
- Maybe.

- Well, I'll be, he speaks?

Did you hear that, Tom?

Well, I thought Mr.
O'Bannion cut out his tongue.

Now, tell us, Rufus.
Tell us about

what you're gonna tell the Cubans,

about how much worse it is in America

than it is for the Cuban peasant.

Hell, in America, they even ask you

to fight for your country.

- That's right. That's right, you said it.

They're spending $30 billion
a year to bomb peasants,

and they're asking me to do it.

They're asking me to kill or be killed

when they won't even let me get a job

or eat in a restaurant

or keep people like you
from crapping on me.

- The communist countries have
far less money than America,

but the people work together as equals.

- Yes, but some of your kind

are a bit more equal than
others, Mr. O'Bannion.

- The only thing America ever did for me

was to not stop me from gettin' out.

- You know, it's funny, but
there's 50,000 other Black men

sitting in foxholes who
don't seem to feel that way.

- Well now, they're just not awake yet.

- Oh, but you are. Oh yeah,
you're really smart.

It takes a half an hour for a commie

to convince you to renounce your country.

You're really wide awake.
You think all the time.

- That's right, baby.
- I don't think so.

I think you're just
trying to get back at me.

You're no damn good, just
like the rest of your tribe.

(Vixen screaming)
- Hey, hey! That's enough.

(tense, jazzy music)

- You wouldn't have the guts to do that

without a gun sitting next to you.

- What do you know, you little white pig,

with your hot pants?

- Oh, for heaven's sake,
cool it, Niles.

We have enough trouble as it is

without you and Vixen
raving at each other.

And quit punching her out.

- That's very intelligent
advice, Mr. Palmer.

And, Niles, take it easy.

That's exactly what she
wants from you, anger.

- Well, I'm fed up.

I'm sick of hearing about
communism and democracy.

What I do, I do for myself.

Niles Brook takes care of Niles Brook.

You're all pretty good at taking
care of yourselves, right?

Right! Well, my little
pea-sized brain tells me

that's really what it's all about.

Everybody looks out for himself.

- You'll find, my friend, that in Cuba,

the peasants work together
for the good of each other.

- Well, it just so
happens I'm not a peasant.

- That's right, Rufus, you're
a Black prince of the Congo.

You know, maybe if you're nice to Castro,

he'll step down and let
you take over the country.

Maybe he'll understand you
better than we do here.

Isn't that right, Mr. O'Bannion?

- I don't see any point
in discussing that now.

- He don't see any point
in discussing this now.

You know what that means,
don't you, Rufus?

You've heard that one before, haven't you?

That means "shut your Black mouth."

- Mr. Brook, one of the
first duties of a citizen

is to the people's leaders.

- Support the people's leaders.

Now, where have I heard that before?

What are you, man, one
of the people's leaders?

- That gun makes him a leader, Niles.

- Shut up!

- Mr. O'Bannion doesn't seem
so friendly anymore, does he?

- We shall continue
this voyage in silence.

- Now, wait a minute, man.

Are you telling me to shut up, too?

- I am saying I do not
want any more discussion.

- So you're telling me
to keep my mouth shut?

- If you please.
- You commies.

- You commies are pretty damn
cute, aren't you? Aren't you?!

- All right, shut up!
- That's it, that's it.

Shut up what, huh? Shut up what?

Shut up what?
- Shut up, nigger!

- Tom.
- Hey, you guys, lay off!

(tense, jazzy music)
(fighters grunting)

Knock it off!

- So, you'll take me there?
(tense music continues)

- Will you watch what you're doing?

- Take over, take over!
(tense jazzy music continues)

Okay, I'll take over.

How's Niles?

- Fine.

- Seattle's Comer Tower, this is Cessna

Charlie Foxtrot 3169-er Tango.

Five miles north,

request permission to land. Over.

- [Controller] Cessna 69-er,

you are cleared for straight-in
approach, runway one-eleven.

Wind is from 180 degrees
and 13 knots.

Report when three miles out. Over.

- [Tom] Cessna 69-er, Wilco.

- [Niles] We won't be
landing here, Palmer.

- [Tom] Gotta land here, Niles.

International Law requires it.

- This says we head back to Canada.

- Once a Mau Mau, always a Mau Mau.

- Shut up! Come on.
- Put that damn gun down.

We're 5,000 feet up.

Tom and I are the only ones

who are gonna get you
down in one piece.

If you harm Tom...

I won't be responsible for my actions.

No matter what you may think,

he's damned important to me.

Sure, I can fly this crate,

but I just might not do it.

(radio static hissing)
- Cessna 69-er,

I have you in sight.
Due to heavy traffic,

you are now cleared to land on runway 106,

northern airport perimeter. Over.

(soft, jazzy music)

- This is Cessna 69-er, Tango.

I read you loud and clear,
northern Runway 106.

You're doing the right thing, Niles.

(soft, jazzy music)

- All right, stop the ship
right here. I said stop it.

Thanks for helping me
to breathe back there.

That IRA cat's all yours.

- Got pretty hairy there for a minute.

That chap's bad news.

- Yeah, but you're the
lesser of the two evils.

- Niles.

(chuckling)

That's okay, Vix.

(bright, upbeat music)

(plane rumbling)

- Hey, Tom, Mrs. Palmer.
- Hi, George.

- Hi, George.
- Hey.

What in the hell happened
to your charter there?

Too much sauce, huh?
- Undesirable type.

You better call U.S. Customs right away.

- Oh, yeah? Okay.

Oh, hey, I almost forgot,

I got a couple of live ones for you.

Fishing charter, if you're
interested. Here they come now.

- Thanks, George. I can use the money.

(mellow, jazzy music)