The Aviator

WATER TRICKLES

Q-U-A-R...

..A-N-T...

..I-N-E.

Quarantine.

Q-U-A-R...

..A-N-T...

..I-N-E.

Quarantine.

-You know the cholera?

-Yes, Mother.

-You've seen the signs on the houses where the coloureds live?

-Yes.

-You know the typhus?

-I do, Mother.

You know what they can do to you?

Yes, Mother.

You are not safe.

AEROPLANE ENGINE ROARS

You're directing this movie, Howard, but what you're asking, we can't do.

Don't tell me I can't do it or it can't be done!

The gyro forces are too much. You send these planes into...

It's the goddamn climax of the picture! You make it work!

Decrease the vertical trajectory. It won't stall. I've done it.

-We're short two cameras. We need to cut...

-We're not cutting anything.

-I'll get those cameras.

-Mr Hughes, I'm Noah Dietrich.

-Your office said I might find you here.

-You're a man on the come.

I read your resume. You know what I'm looking for?

You're looking for a second in command of Hughes Tools,

someone to oversee the financial aspects.

I looking for somebody to run it. You only need to know one thing -

my folks, they're gone now, so it's my money.

What I choose to do may seem crazy to those sons of bitches in Houston,

and I'm sure it does, but it all makes good sense to me.

-Got it.

-Good.

You made what, 5,200 a year your last job? I'll pay you 10,000.

Guess I'll be working twice as hard.

You'll be working four times as hard. I just got you half price.

Welcome aboard. You're my voice now. Make 'em understand.

Some of those folks still call me Junior. Tell them it's Mr Hughes.

-You bet. When do we go to Houston?

-We don't.

Cholera epidemic in 1913, 2,000 dead.

The whole place is pestilential swamp. Typhus, malaria, cholera.

You name it, they got it.

You see that, Mr Dietrich?

You are looking at the largest private air force in the world.

-What do you think of that now?

-It's your money.

Start 'em up!

DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC

# I'll build a stairway to paradise

# With a new step every day

# I'm going to get there at any price

# Stand aside, I'm on my way

# I've got the blues

# And up above it's so fair

# Shoes, go on and carry me there

# I'll build a stairway to paradise

# With a new step every day... #

TRUMPET SOLO

# I'll build a stairway to paradise... #

I saw the rough cut of Tod Browning's London After Midnight.

Lon Chaney is incredible! It's his best performance in a long time.

It's gonna be a big hit. The cards are great.

Hello, Mr Mayer.

I don't know if you remember me. My name's Howard Hughes.

-I was wondering if I could have a moment.

-Oh, yeah, Howard Hughes.

The airplane picture, right? I remember.

-Hell's Angels. You've heard of it. Good.

-Yes.

Could I have a moment of your time? I need a few cameras.

Yeah?

-Two to be exact.

-Mm-hmm.

I bought every one I could find, but we're shooting our dogfight sequence

and I need two more. Do you think MGM could help me out?

-With what?

-Cameras.

With the actual cameras? We don't usually help out the competition.

-Oh.

-So, how many cameras do you have now?

24.

Wait a minute...

-You have 24 cameras?

-That's right.

-And you need two more?

-Yeah.

-You don't think you've got it with 24?

-No. No, sir.

You know, I think we have them all... They're all used, right?

-All 26 of them.

-HE SNIGGERS

-Jesus Christ, son!

-Howard.

-Howard.

Let me give you some advice. Why don't you take your oil money...?

-Drill bits.

-OK, take your drill-bit money and put it in the bank.

If you make a movie your way, there isn't a distributor who'll want it,

you're not gonna find anyone who wants to see it,

and you won't have any more oil money.

So welcome to Hollywood.

Yeah, I'll be sure to remember that, Mr Mayer.

-Good luck.

-All right.

He needs 26 to make it work?! He's out of his mind.

I looked down at my pants. It was a strange situation.

Boss. Scram, love boat. Let's go.

Another soda. You know what I mean.

Milk, please. In the bottle with the cap on.

-What did His Highness say?

-Son of a bitch won't part with one camera.

Why don't you try and make do with what you have?

What I have isn't enough, not for how I see it.

My name depends on this picture. If it doesn't work, I'm back to Houston

making drill bits for the rest of my life!

Couldn't you find a way to do with the cameras you have?

You oughta here about DeMille at Paramount.

-He's shooting his Bible picture, but he's doing it in Fresno!

-John.

-Johnny!

-Yeah?

-You're a press agent, are you not?

-Yeah.

-You're supposed to know all the ins and outs of Hollywood. Do you?

-Yeah.

Then you leave the big ideas to me.

-Yeah, of course, boss.

-Cigars, cigarettes, Sen-Sen?

Thelma. I thought you were at the Brown Derby with Trixie.

-No, Teresa.

-Margaret, yeah.

-What happened to her?

-She lost her shoes...

-Thank God that's settled!

-Sorry.

Thelma, this is Howard Hughes.

We were discussing how he wants me to pull a camera out of my ass.

-Cigarette?

-Oh, no, thanks. I don't smoke.

You are just hitting on all six cylinders, aren't you? God!

Would you do me a favour? Would you just smile for me one time?

Yeah, you see, you've got a short upper lip.

Makes for a much nicer smile.

See, I wonder what gives a beautiful woman like you pleasure?

Say you're just standing there, right,

and I just touch you like this just with my fingertips.

Do you like that?

Do you?

See, I wanna learn what pleases you.

I wanna learn everything about you.

Would you let me do that?

Would you give me that job?

Er... I'm off in a half an hour.

-Well, I'm in room...

-217.

217.

See you there.

# Shake that thing! #

Johnny, get on the horn to Universal and Warners.

I need two more cameras by Saturday. Steal them if you have to!

Abso-tively, boss. Abso-tively.

'Rumours coming from a lonely airstrip out in Van Nuys.

'Sources whisper that Texas industrialist Howard Hughes

'just won't stop pouring money into his war epic and do we mean epic!

'137 pilots, 87 airplanes, 35 cameramen, 2,000 extras!

'How long will it be before this costs as much as the real war?'

Goddamn it! Why do they look so slow?! They look like models!

-Son of a bitch.

-Howard?

Without something standing still behind the planes,

we've got no idea how fast we're moving.

We got no sense of relative motion.

Call over to UCLA. Get me the best meteorologist they've got in an hour.

-Hey, do you want the good news or the bad news?

-Bad news.

We installed the 450 radio, but the struts won't take the vibration.

Minute we fire her up, the struts start cracking.

-What's the good news?

-There isn't any.

Goddamn it, Odie. If the 450's too big, we figure something else out.

We've done everything. We've rebuilt her from top to toe.

If we drain the fuel tank, she might make 180mph.

-I want minimum 200.

-I want a date with Theda Bara,

-but that ain't gonna happen.

-Don't be so sure. So...

If the struts won't hold, we get rid of the struts.

No. Then the top wing falls off.

Then let it.

-What?

-Who says we need a top wing?

I mean, who says we need anything?

-A monoplane?

-A cantilevered monoplane.

To hell with the top wing and struts.

-Put in a 550 Wasp engine.

-100-octane fuel.

-That would give us horsepower of what?

-700.

We squeeze that to 1,000, we got the fastest plane ever built!

Er...

I've just gotta say, we've already spent over 200,000 rebuilding this.

Ah, to hell with it!

Tear it up, Odie.

Go on!

Well...

The cumulonimbus formations about which you speak

that look like...

Giant breasts full of milk. I want clouds, dammit!

Yes, clouds that look like giant breasts full of milk

cannot exactly be guaranteed for any particular location.

So you might have...

to wait.

Then we'll wait.

Look, whatever they pay you at UCLA, I'm doubling it.

You work for me now. Find some clouds.

Find some clouds! Find some clouds!

Welcome to Hell's Angels.

Thank you.

We have been to Chatsworth, Santa Cruz, Encino,

San Diego, Van Nuys and Bakersfield. It has been eight months!

-Where are my goddamn clouds, huh?!

-They move, Mr Hughes!

-Clouds move! That's what they do! They move!

-See that?

It is costing 5,271 a day to keep those planes on the ground.

You find me some goddamn clouds, huh?!

-Nice day.

-Yeah, very funny.

Listen, I got a call from Houston. They're getting nervous about this.

-Stop showing them the damn bills!

-That would be illegal.

No. Maybe it's a bit naughty.

Hughes Tool is incorporated in Texas. They must see the bills.

Incorporate a new division out here. We'll call it "Hughes Aircraft".

-Do we need these rivets?

-Yeah, or the reverse thrust would rip it off.

They're gonna give me drag.

-Wind resistance on rivets?

-I want her slippery.

-There's tax consequences to incorporating here.

-Take care of it.

Mr Hughes! Mr Hughes! Oakland!

-We have clouds in Oakland!

-You mean it this time?!

-Yes!

Goddamn it, yes! I can promise you clouds in Oakland!

All right, don't get all jittery. OAKLAND!

OAKLAND!

We're going to Oakland! Oakland!

Down and to the left!

That's perfect!

'Yes, young Howard Hughes has pulled it off!

'After two years, Hell's Angels has finally finished filming.

'There's gonna be one heck of a wrap party in Hollywood.

'The price tag - a staggering 2 million.

'If every human in America buys a ticket, he might make a profit!'

First the clouds don't come and then the planes break and they crash.

You've had everything but a damn plague of locusts on this thing!

You have to admit, honestly, did you ever think you'd finish the thing?

Come with me.

Darling, if I'm a success in this show, we're gonna move from here.

-Oh, no.

-Yes, we're gonna move to the Bronx.

Lot of green grass and people you know - the Ginsbergs, Goldbergs,

a whole lot of 'bergs. I don't know them all.

See, this is what the people want. Silent pictures are yesterday's news.

We've gotta re-shoot Hell's Angels for sound.

-How much of it?

-All of it.

Before you ask, I'll tell you. An additional 1.7 million. We got that?

No.

Well, we'll make it. Take care of that, would you?

Now get this.

# Blue skies smiling at me, me, me, me

# Nothing but little blue skies do I see

# Do-do-do. #

'In the halls of 7,000 Romaine,

'it goes on day after day, month after month.

'Howard Hughes is now editing some 25 miles of film.

'Heck, I say release it now and give the world its first 560-hour movie!'

Pat, Mr Hughes needs this reel in the projection room right now.

'Enough is enough, Mr Hughes.

'Are you ever gonna let us actually see this little epic of yours?'

Hurry up!

-Who is it?

-Noah.

-Come on in.

Been on the phone to Houston for three solid hours.

-We're fixing every goddamn book we have.

-Wait.

Yeah. Run reel ten again. I think we're duplicating a shot here.

Tell Jimmy I want ten chocolate-chip cookies.

Medium chips, none too close to the outside. Got it?

Did you remember that goddamn shot from reel ten?

No, I don't remember anything from reel ten. I don't know what that is.

I'm a businessman, Howard, and so are you.

Now, look, this has been a great ride,

we've had a hell of a lot of fun,

but you're losing 25,000 a day doing this.

Every day.

So, what are my options?

This time I don't know that you have any.

I'm afraid you've gotta close it down, dig your way out.

I'm sorry, Howard.

I truly am.

'Reel ten, Mr Hughes.'

Mortgage Tool Co. Every asset.

You heard me.

-If you do that, you could lose everything.

-I won't.

I won't.

All right.

I'll get into it.

Thanks, Noah.

CHEERING

'More than half a million good souls lining Hollywood Boulevard.

'Look at the automobiles. There are at least 45,000 cars here

-'making it the greatest traffic jam.

-Hughes has a lump in his throat.

'Six months after the market crashes and after the death of three pilots,

'he's unveiling his 4 million baby.

'It's the most expensive movie ever. Nothing five-and-dime for Hughes.

'Nothing like tonight has ever been seen before and I can certainly say

-'it will never be seen again.

-500,000 people crowd the streets

'to glimpse the stars and celebrities.

'Three companies of marines were called to assist special police.

'This is an industry town and nobody makes a movie outside a studio.

'Sure, some Hollywood insiders at the Brown Derby...

'Now, ladies and gentleman, I can just see Mr Hughes' car arriving.

'Mr Hughes escorts the lovely starlet Jean Harlow.

'He discovered her for this picture and her platinum blonde locks

'and hot jazz baby-doll style are gonna make her a big star.'

Hughes! Mr Hughes, how about a word?!

Big night for you, Mr Hughes.

Big night for you tonight.

Very big. Very big.

Tell us what it was like making this fabulous picture.

Yes.

Er...yeah. So four million clams from your own pocket.

Nervous how the flick will fly?

Big night. You enjoy the show.

Yes, well, let me present the feminine star

-of this spectacle, Hell's Angels, Miss Jean Harlow.

-Thank you.

I would like to use this occasion to thank Mr Hughes for this chance.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Now I'd like to ask Roscoe Arbuckle to introduce his lion cub, Gilmore.

What the hell's the matter with you? Can't you remember my name?

Sorry. Roscoe Turner and this would be Gilmore.

Murder! That's what this dirty-rotten politician war is!

SHE GIGGLES

Stand up, Slim. Take a bow.

Reel four played way too long.

Get Harry and the team out of the party. I wanna cut a few shots.

Find Glen Odekirk. Write this down. Flush rivets.

-Flush rivets.

-Flush rivets.

-Split, Boss.

-Here he is!

CHEERING

'Variety says, "This one won't miss."

-'Thrilling!

-Awesome beyond description!

-'The most extraordinary output!

-I haven't seen a film so enthralling!

'It cost 4 million and it has four million thrills!'

MUSIC: "Thanks" by Bing Crosby

# And thanks for unforgettable nights

# I never can replace

# And memories that linger like a haunting tune

# It is better to have loved you, dear, and lost

# Than never to have loved at all

# Yes, it's better, for no matter what the cost

# I held the world in sway, an emperor for a day

# And thanks again

# For taking me on the road to paradise

# We lost our way, but still I must convey my thanks. #

I, er, read in the magazines that you play golf.

-On occasion.

-How about nine holes?

Now, Mr Hughes?

If it would be convenient, Miss Hepburn.

You're not extending enough on your follow-through.

Follow-through is everything in golf and in life. Don't you find?

-Saw your Scarface picture. Violent.

-Realistic.

Movies are movies, not life.

Now, the stage, the stage is real - real flesh and blood,

human beings there in front of you, buster.

Can't look away, can't munch popcorn. Do you like the theatre?

-No.

-Oh, I adore the theatre!

I'm only alive on stage. We'll see some Ibsen,

if the Republicans haven't outlawed him by now!

-You're not a Republican? How did you vote in '32?

-I didn't.

You must! It's your sacred franchise.

-Heard you were wooing Ginger Rogers. What about that?

-She's a friend.

Men can't be friends with women. They possess them or leave them be.

It's a primitive urge from cave-man days. It's in Darwin.

Hunt the flesh, kill the flesh, eat the flesh. That's the male sex.

Excuse me?!

Well, if you're deaf, you must own up to it.

Get a hearing aid or see my father. He's a urologist,

but it's all tied up in the body.

Me, I keep healthy. I take seven showers a day to keep clean,

also because I'm what's referred to as "outdoorsy".

I'm not "outdoorsy", I'm athletic.

I sweat! There it is. Now we both know the sordid truth.

I sweat and you're deaf. Aren't we a fine pair of misfits?

Three.

Noble effort.

I suppose you're wooing me now?

Ah, well...

Not enough.

Not enough. These rivets have to be completely flush.

I want every screw and joint countersunk.

I want no wind resistance on the fuselage.

She has got to be clean, Odie. Understand?

-OK.

-I don't know what else to tell you.

-What have you got for me?

-The thing is, TWA needs a new plane.

Oh, yeah? What kind of plane?

-The DC-3 has 21 day-time seats and 14 overnight berths.

-Bigger?

Try 50 seats with a ceiling of 12,000 feet.

No. 20,000. Think about it, Jack. What does 20,000 feet give you?

-Less turbulence.

-Right. It's above the weather.

You wanna fly above the weather. Only 1% of America has been on an airline.

Why? Cos they're scared to death, Jack, and they should be.

7,000 feet is bumpy as shit. If we build a plane to fly above weather,

we could get every man, woman and child to feel safe up there.

An airplane that can fly in the substratosphere across the country,

across the world.

-Now, that is the future. You with me?

-Yeah.

-Shoot straight with me

cos I don't want this if your board doesn't have the balls.

-Would they support us?

-They're tight bastards.

-Financial picture?

-Not great.

-Last year's deficit?

-770,000.

-What's it selling at?

-About 8 a share.

That's the lowest it's been, huh? I could do that.

-Do what?

-Buy it.

-You wanna buy the airline?!

For crying out loud, we don't want pencil pushers getting in the way.

Give me brass tacks now. What does controlling interest in TWA cost me?

Call it 15 million.

HE WHISTLES

That is a chunk of change, huh?

You call Noah Dietrich. You have him start buying.

Hold on. Are you sure? You wanna think about it for five minutes?!

I got a tiger by the tail. I ain't gonna let it go.

Good evening, Mr Hughes. Welcome. Your table is ready.

-How goes the aviation, Mr Hughes?

-Just fine, Pete.

-I'm so glad.

-Good evening, Mr Hughes. Madam.

-It's Miss.

-Miss. The usual, Mr Hughes?

-Please, yeah.

May I recommend for the lady clementine soup

followed by roast wild duck with currant glaze and poached pears?

That sounds fine.

Your kind of a joint, is it?

Wouldn't have thought.

They're open late. I go to a hot-dog stand, too. They're open till four.

Are they?

How marvellous.

# Happy feet I've got those happy feet

# Give them a low-down beat

# And they begin dancing. #

Howard! Howard!

Hi. Son of a gun.

This is Johnny Meyer. I suppose you could call him my press agent.

Loved you in Alice Adams.

-I'm sure you know Errol.

-Mr Flynn, yes.

Kate. Kate of the clench-jawed Hepburns. Enchanting as always.

You should use Lux on your hands. I do.

-Katie, you and Howard oughta cook up a picture.

-Hey! My chair!

I think not. Don't you read Variety, Mr Meyer?

I'm box-office poison. I'm on the outs, the skids, the doldrums,

-day-old fish not worth the eating, so they tell me.

-Hell with them.

Hell with them, my dear. Soulless pricks to a man.

Johnny says you're thinking about doing a Western of all things.

-Are you making a Western, Howard?

-Yeah, I'm making a Western.

-Gonna call it The Outlaw.

-You know what it's about? S-E-X.

-It's all about S-E-X.

-It's a Western.

-You can't have fornication in a Western.

-Not real sex, movie sex.

What Scarface did for gangster films, Outlaw will do for Westerns.

Put the sex and guts and blood right up there on the screen.

-Don't mind us.

-New-York-cut steak, 12 peas, bottle of milk with a cap.

You're the only star who can't afford cigarettes.

I hope your food isn't getting cold on another table somewhere.

-We're here all night. Don't worry.

-So, Howard... Howard.

If you're serious about putting carnality back on the screen,

you must swear to let me in on the casting session.

I have somewhat of an eye, an eye for talent. Isn't that right?

-You've gotta give up prancing in tights first!

-It paid for my yacht!

You must all come sailing with me. Catalina, eh?

Yeah, Catalina. Sounds grand.

I coaxed the luscious Miss de Havilland

and her equally luscious sister to accompany me.

I fear their mother will insist on coming to preserve their virtue.

We shall assault these monuments of pristine Britannic beauty!

-What do you say, Howard?

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

I gotta... I gotta go. If you'll excuse us, we have to be somewhere.

-You are somewhere, Howard, you mad man!

-Somewhere else. Excuse us.

Ciao. Help yourself to the poached pears. I hear they're divine.

Well, Howard Hughes, ladies and gentlemen.

Was that meant for me?

My hero. God! Hollywood talk bores me silly!

There are more important things. Mussolini for one.

-Where are we going?

-Do you feel like an adventure?

Do your worst, Mr Hughes.

-You limey bastard!

-I'm a Tasmanian bastard, you ignorant prick!

-'At a way, Errol.

-Let me at him! Let me fix your face!

That's Mr Mayer's house.

You know where Jack Warner lives?

What's that on the steering wheel?

Cellophane. If you knew what kind of crap people carry on their hands...

What kind of crap?

You don't wanna know.

-Hold on to the wheel for a bit.

-Whoa!

SHE GIGGLES

That's too hard. Relax your hands.

You've gotta feel the vibration of the engine through your fingertips.

-Feel that?

-Yes.

That's good.

Golly.

Well, she's all yours.

-Where are you going?!

-I think there's some milk back here.

-Just keep on steady now.

-All right.

-Howard.

-Yeah?

-There's a rather alarming mountain.

-Pull back on the wheel a smidge.

Go on.

Golly!

I don't think I've ever met someone who actually uses the word "golly"!

-You OK? You want me to take over?

-When I'm getting the hang of it?

-You, er... You want some milk?

-Please.

Utterly smashing! We'll do it again! I'm free Wednesday.

-Little early for golf, though, don't you think?

-I live right there.

-Feel like a drink?

-Lead on.

Now, that makes for a challenging par four!

My decorator picked out the wallpaper and such.

He's queer as a bedbug, but... I just hate this room.

It gives me the willies.

I'm about to be swallowed up by the latest issue of Town & Country.

What room do you like?

My study.

Take me there.

You are the tallest woman I know.

And all sharp elbows and knees. Beware.

Will you fly me to work tomorrow?

It is tomorrow.

# That's the only thing

# I've plenty of, oh, baby

# Dream a while

# Scheme a while

# We're sure to find, baby

# Happiness and I guess... #

SHE SCATS

# Gee, I'd like to see you

# Looking swell, baby

# Diamond bracelets

# Woolworths doesn't sell, my pretty baby

# Till that lucky day, oh, you lucky day

# You know darn well, oh, babe... #

Watch the fuel gauge. She's got minimum fuel to keep weight down.

Two runs, that's it. After that, you're on vapours.

Then you crash and die. Easy flying. Don't worry about speed

and don't think about the record.

I wish you'd let someone else take her up.

Why should I let someone else have all the fun? See you in a bit.

Contact!

Whoo!

-Whoo-hoo!

-339.

Goddamn!

STOPWATCH TICKS

347.

(Son of a bitch!)

352.

352! CHEERING

Good girl!

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

ENGINE STOPS

Dammit!

Goddammit!

-Oh, God!

-There goes our meal ticket.

-Come on!

SIRENS WAIL

Howard! Howard!

-How did we do?

-352 on the last run.

HE LAUGHS She'll go faster.

Country Mouse!

Kate! Katie!

'Upstairs, City Mouse.'

Hello. Good Lord, what happened to you?!

-I had a hard landing. I cut my foot.

-I'll take care of it.

-You tell me everything.

-You cannot imagine what it was like.

You cannot imagine the speed! She was like a winged bullet!

-What did you make?

-Oh, around, er...

..352.

You did it.

-Fastest man on the planet.

-Hot dog!

-I'm so proud of you!

-She did it, baby.

-You knew she would.

-She was fine. She was just fine.

Now let me see your foot.

-Good God! You're covered in blood!

-No, that's just beet juice.

-I crashed into a beet field.

-What?!

-I crashed in a beet field!

THEY LAUGH

Let me get you cleaned up.

Heavens, what is this? Electrical tape?

Yeah. Odie just slammed it on.

All I could think about was getting home to see you.

I'm so proud of you.

-Now, this is gonna sting a little bit.

-Argh!

Oh, this is useless. Come to the bathroom.

-Don't get beet juice on the carpet!

-I won't.

-Argh! Too hot!

-Don't be a baby.

Was the press there?

Er, some. But, er...

..Carl and everyone should be on the wires by now.

What is it?

Kate?

I've been famous, for better or worse, for a long time now and...

..I wonder if you know what it really means.

Yeah, I had my fair share of press on Hell's Angels.

I'm used to it.

Are you?

Howard, we're...

We're not like everyone else.

Too many acute angles. Too many...eccentricities.

You have to be very careful not to...

..let people in or they'll make us into freaks.

Kate, they can't get in here. We're safe.

Oh. Oh.

They can always get in.

When... When my brother k-killed himself,

there were photographers at the funeral.

There's no decency to it!

You know, sometimes I...

..I get these feelings, Katie.

I get these ideas, these...

..crazy ideas about, er...

..things that may not... things that may not really be there.

Yeah.

Sometimes I truly feel that I'm...losing my mind.

And if I did, it would...

..be like flying blind.

Do you understand?

You taught me to fly, Howard.

I'll take the wheel.

FANFARE

'Smashing all records,

'Howard Hughes outdoes Jules Verne's wildest dreams,

'around the world from New York to New York in four days,

'even beating Wylie Post's mark by over three days.

'Aviation history is written, when his Lockheed monoplane returns.

'A daring aviator, a true pioneer of the world's airways.

'New York to Paris, he cuts Lindbergh's time in half.

'Then on to Moscow. 35 hours out of New York,

'he roars across Siberia's trackless wastes. 60 hours out of New York,

'he heads for Alaska, most hazardous hop of all.

'Continuing the terrific pace, he comes home,

'bringing new laurels to American aviation.

'Hughes and his crew may find...'

You won't believe this. Howard Hughes has bought control of TWA.

I thought Mr Hughes was flying around the world.

Apparently he did it while he was flying, over the radio.

I have heard some disquieting rumours about Mr Hughes.

I'd like to know everything there is to know about Mr Hughes.

I'd like you to attend to that for me...thoroughly.

-"The Pantages is glittering tonight!"

-Howard! This way!

Mr Hughes, how was your flight?!

Miss Hepburn, when are you gonna name the day?!

Over here, Mr Hughes. What's the next movie, Howard?

Right here, Howard. How many records are you gonna set?

Come on, Howard. Give us a smile. It won't kill you!

-Raise your head a little.

-Over here. Don't forget this side!

When are you flying around the world again? Are you gonna fly with Kate?

-Did you get lonely without her?

-Have you talked to Lindbergh yet?

Mr Hughes, where's Linda Darnell tonight?

-Right here, Mr Hughes.

-Are you talking more famous than Lindbergh?!

You know, fame is supposed to be my turf.

LB!

If you don't get more distinguished every time I see you.

You look so beautiful.

< Mr Randolph Scott and his handsome...

Don't worry about it, Howard. She's just working the room.

It's her job, baby.

< Southern tigress Ava Gardner dazzles the room tonight.

< She's the new star of the MGM galaxy.

< And believe you me...

Well, Jane Eyre has been selling popcorn for over 100 years.

TOILET FLUSHES

Hello.

Hello.

Could you reach me a towel?

I, er...

I really, er...can't do that.

I'm sorry.

HE GASPS

I'm an idiot. I'm a complete idiot and I'm sorry.

-Forget it.

-No, I'm a vain, preening ass

-without a single redeeming feature.

-No, you have very good teeth.

SHE LAUGHS Come on.

I've got a better idea. Take me flying.

-Or better yet, I'll take you flying.

-Do your worst, Miss Hepburn.

# Some of these days You're gonna miss me, honey... #

Don't be so squirmy. You'll get on famously with Father and Mother.

I'm sure they'll like you, too, once they get to know you.

# You'll be so sorry when I'm away

# Now you're gonna be lonely Just for me only. #

-Hello!

-Kath, hello!

Kathy!

-Who's that with the camera?

-That's my ex-husband, Ludlow.

-Father and Mother are mad about him.

-What the hell is he doing here?!

Oh, he's here all the time.

Hello!

Sorry we're late.

-Hello, darling!

-Mom!

-Dad!

-Darling!

-Uncle Willy!

-Oh, who have we got here?

Don't feel self-conscious.

Attention, please! This is Howard.

Howard, welcome.

-Don't worry, he's had his lunch!

-THEY LAUGH

He likes you. That's unusual.

We pay our devotion to the arts here. A colony we created.

Julian's a painter. Abstract, of course.

Why paint something real when you can just take a picture?

Where do you stand on politics, Mr Hughes?

-Excuse me?

-We're all socialists here.

Oh, we are not.

-You've met Mr Roosevelt. What make you of him?

-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-What are you sniggering at?

-What was that?

-You just sniggered.

-No, no. The dog seems to be crushing my feet.

-Oh, my God!

-Buster!

-SHE LAUGHS

-Don't you like dogs?

-I will not have you sniggering at Mr Roosevelt. Please leave.

-I wasn't.

-Everyone likes dogs.

-Perhaps he had a bad experience.

-Does it stick in your craw that Howard gets more press than you?

-A bad experience with a dog?

-No. No.

-You were such a shy creature.

-Perhaps it was a very large dog.

-The press can be a damn nuisance.

-Was it a Doberman?

-Or a dachshund?

-Neither, sir.

-Dachshunds are little dogs, dear.

-They should be lined up and shot.

-What's that Spanish painting?

-The Goya?

-The Goya, yes.

Yes, Mexicans. Poor lambs.

-What was that called?

-That's the vulgar press. Read much, Mr Hughes?

-I try to stay up to snuff on the trade journals.

-Snuff?!

-These would be flying magazines?

-What? What was that?

-He's a little deaf.

-You read flying magazines?

-Trade journals on engineering, aviation.

-We read books.

-Mm-hmm.

-Howard has to read journals cos he's designing a new aeroplane.

Oh, really? Do tell.

Well, er...

..it's quite exciting, actually.

It's a spy plane for the air corps.

A twin-engine plane with, I must admit, some unique design features.

-You see, it has these two booms...

-Luddy built a bird house once.

-Do you remember that, dear?

-Yes, well, a mere trifle, darling.

I remember the painting. It's called May 18-0-something.

-Goya is vastly overrated. All the Spaniards are.

-Nonsense!

-Picasso is sacred.

-I'm a urologist.

-It was quite aesthetic.

-Picasso is a sacred monster.

-The birds didn't like it, but bats do.

-I'll bet.

-Do speak up, dear.

-Nothing. Nothing, Mrs Hepburn.

Why speak? I can't abide people who speak but have nothing to say.

Did you go to mechanics school to learn all this airplane guff?

-No. No, I didn't.

-Howard just flew round the world in three days.

-We've had enough about airplanes.

-How did you make all that money?

-We don't care about money here, Mr Hughes.

-That's cos you have it.

Would you repeat that?

You don't care about money because you've always had it.

-How did you...

-Excuse me, I'm speaking.

-OK.

-Thank you.

-All right.

Some of us choose to work for a living. Speaking of which,

I have more of that "airplane guff" to attend to. Excuse me.

Hmm, seems a rather high-strung chap.

You're a fine bunch of bullies, aren't you?

-Have you talked to Mr Mayer about doing Jane Eyre?

-He won't budge.

Too arty. I'm convinced the man hasn't made anything longer than...

No fair kicking. You have to use the mallet.

Really, though, darling, you can't retire from the battle like that

-or they'll never respect you.

-Katie, I don't understand.

You were like a different person in there.

Oh, they just expect me to be a certain way.

There's only one real Kate and that's your Kate.

"And over in Hollywood, aviation tycoon Howard Hughes,

"seems to be cooking something big. Even as he edits his newest picture,

"he's been secretly meeting with the US Air Corps.

"We applaud his patriotism and look forward to his newest..."

Do you know how many Allied ships we lost because of U-boat attacks?

-No.

-681 ships. Just this year, so far.

The army needs a new airplane to fly the troops over to Europe.

These ships, they're sitting ducks for the U-boats.

-You want to build a troop carrier plane.

-Stop thinking like an insect.

Not just a plane to carry troops, a plane to carry everything.

The troops and the jeeps and the tanks and what-not! Take a look.

No, other side.

I figure around 200 feet from nose to tail, wingspan around 300.

We'll need about 24,000 horsepower.

Now, this, this is just what Kaiser and the army are looking for.

-They'll pay for it this time.

-Christ! What are you getting us into?

It's a big plane, so I'm calling it the Hercules. Swell name, isn't it?

-How heavy do you imagine this is?

-I'd say around 200 tons.

Well, I didn't say it was gonna be easy.

All right, boys, rig up something like this.

It should give proper uplift ratios,

reducing the need for additional torque support on the front.

We're not getting enough production out of Jane Russell's breasts.

I want smooth titties, gentlemen. Smooth titties.

It's all in engineering, isn't it?

Howard, do you really think they're gonna let you

-put out a whole movie just about tits?

-Sure! Who doesn't like tits?

.

Afternoon, gentlemen. Sorry I'm late.

Will the secretary record that Mr Hughes has arrived,

and that this session is now called to order?

Mr Hughes, members of the committee,

I have reviewed Mr Hughes's photoplay, entitled The Outlaw.

I can state that I have never seen anything quite so unacceptable

as the shots of the mammaries of the character named Rio.

For almost half the picture, the girl's mammaries,

which are quite large and prominent, are shockingly uncovered.

For this reason, I have concluded

the picture appeals only to prurient interest

and should be denied the Motion Picture Association's approval.

Really, Mr Hughes...!

-Thank you, Mr Breen. Mr Hughes.

-Thank you, Mr Chairman.

Mr Breen. It's good to see you again. I haven't seen you all

since that situation with all the violence in Scarface.

This situation revolves around Miss Russell's mammaries.

Mr Breen feels they are too prominent,

more prominent than other mammaries have been up on the screen.

Well, I hope to dispel that notion.

Jean Harlow...

..Ann Sheridan...

..Irene Dunne, Claudette Colbert...

..Rita Hayworth,

Betty Grable and the lovely Miss Jane Russell.

Now, all these shots, save for Miss Russell,

were enlarged from pictures that received Mr Breen's seal of approval.

As you've probably noticed by now, they all contain...mammaries.

I will ask my associate to join me now.

May I introduce Dr Ludlow Branson of Columbia University.

Dr Branson...is a mathematician of some note. Yes.

And he will now demonstrate that, in fact, Miss Russell's mammaries

are no more prominent than any of these other fine ladies'.

Doctor?

Doctor?

You forgot your callipers.

Oh...

Er...gentlemen, Mr Hughes...

Er...let us commence

by calling this mammary exhibit number one.

Now, you'll see that the length of the actual cleavage,

if I may,

is...five inches and a quarter.

-Now, if we move to Mammary exhib...

-"Dateline Hollywoodland,

"movie tycoon, Howard Hughes, must have the greatest job in the land.

"Each and every night, the guy has to escort a different beautiful woman

"to a different dazzling event. The TWA king always talks up his airline

"as he escorts a succession of eye-catching women..."

FANFARE

The Hercules, ladies and gentlemen. The Hercules!

-A plane, a boat, a flying city!

-Now, don't forget every bill comes to me.

They don't pay for anything. Those men decide whether to fund the plane,

-so I need them real happy. You do what it takes.

-You betcha, boss.

How about the girls? How are they in the bomb department?

Let's put it this way, it'll be a regular boob buffet.

The gentlemen from the air corps won't have trouble scoring tonight.

Inside, 700 brave American soldiers, a dozen Sherman tanks,

all winging their way over the Atlantic,

free from the threat of the U-boats below.

Could Jules Verne himself ever have imagined anything so magnificent?

Could he have imagined her wingspan, longer than a football field?

-Don't you see how this demeans me?

-Since when do you care

-about the scandal rags?

-Every picture of you and another woman

is like a slap in the face. Don't you understand that?

-That's overstating it just a bit.

-Joan Crawford, Ginger Rogers,

Linda Darnell, Joan Fontaine and now Bette Davis, for God's sake!

Look...they're Crackerjack candy. They don't mean anything to me.

Ohhh, very nice(!)

Well, you're the one that said that all men are predators, right?

I mean, it's all in... Darwin. Remember?

And am I to expect this behaviour to continue after the wedding?

What is really bothering you, Kate? Is it the women or the publicity?

Can't you eat ice cream from a bowl like everyone else in the world?

PHONE RINGS

Don't you dare!

Yeah?

No, Odie, this is not a good time.

For Christ's sakes, we can't make the Hercules

if we don't have any aluminium. Wait.

No, I can hear you better now. Tell the War Production Board

that this is an essential strategic operation.

If they're giving aluminium to Douglas and Boeing,

-they can give some to Hughes Aircraft.

-Don't set the ice cream...

Think of something else. If we can't get aluminium, find another way.

Christ! I don't know. We'll find some alloy that works just as well.

Right. Look...

If we can't get any aluminium, we'll use wood.

-You can't make a 200-ton plane out of wood.

-Why not?

-It's a flying boat, right? What do they make boats out of?

-Oak.

Think of the Hercules like a flying Spanish galleon.

Spanish galleons can weigh 1200 tons.

Good luck today, huh?

We just have to find the right wood. Something light but strong.

-Morning, Kate.

-Pine, cedar, maybe birch.

Catch!

From my farm.

If you like it, I can get you a bushel.

Trouble with Mr Hughes?

There's too much Howard Hughes in Howard Hughes.

That's the trouble.

JAZZ PLAYS ON RADIO

Beautiful!

Don't you even take Christmas off?

Nice to see you, Bob. Sorry, I've got grease on my hands.

Have we got something to show you.

Take a look. The XF-11 reconnaissance flier.

Spy plane, really. Designed every inch of her myself.

She's got a top speed of 450,

which means she can outrun anything they throw against her.

After the Japs stole my H-1 design for their Zeros,

I figured I needed to do one better. Yeah. She's my Buck Rogers ship.

-She's a looker.

-OK, what have you got for me?

Jiminy Cricket!

Seating capacity for 60. Wingspan, 123 feet.

Four double Cyclone engines. Her ceiling's 25,000 feet.

-Gross weight?

-86,000. Wing loading of 41lbs.

Less drag on the plane in thinner air.

So high cruise power, you're looking at a top speed of around 340?

Giving her a range of about 3,000 miles.

-Cross-country.

-Non-stop.

Bob...you know something? You are a son of a bitch!

Yeah. Bob, you got something on your suit.

-Hmm?

-Yeah. On your lapel there.

You got something on your lapel.

Right there, Bob.

You missed it. Right there.

Clean it off, would you? Here. Thanks.

Now throw it away.

No, over there.

Thanks.

So...what do you call her?

-The Constellation. But we can change that.

-No, no, no.

It's pretty. I like her.

What kind of deal can you give me? What kind of deal can you give me?

We'll give you the first 40 planes off the assembly line.

-That gives us two years' exclusivity with her.

-Hell, more than that.

United and American don't have the imagination for a plane like this.

Two years ahead of Juan Trippe then.

-How much?

-450,000 each.

That's 18 million for the first four.

TWA can't afford that. The damn airline's flat broke.

Guess I'll just Have to pay for 'em myself.

Build them, Bob. Send the bill to Noah Dietrich.

Oh, and thank you.

Merry Christmas.

"You have just placed the largest order for airplanes in history!

-"They sent a bill for 18million!"

-Don't get hysterical on me, Noah.

-It isn't good for you

-"This is a lot of money for planes."

-Yes, I know it's a lot of money.

-"It's too damn much."

-"You think I got it in petty cash?"

-I should have told you earlier.

-It slipped my mind.

-"Slipped your mind?!"

-Right.

-I'll get back to you.

-"How could 18 million slip your mind?"

-Bye.

Hey, honey. What are you doing home?

You're not one for tears and, well, neither am I,

so it's best to come out with it.

I've met someone. I've fallen in love and I'm moving out.

If I could make it any more gentle,

I would but I...can't.

So...there we both are.

Let's be honest.

It's all been a grand adventure, but it couldn't possibly last.

We're too alike, you and I.

-You met someone?

-Someone more appropriate.

To me, I mean.

What...what does that mean, "more appropriate"?

Oh, someone more attuned to my needs.

-Look at me, Katie. Stop acting.

-Oh, I'm not acting!

I wonder if you even know any more.

Don't be unkind.

You, er...you want to go?

Huh?

Go on.

Actresses are cheap in this town, darling.

-And I got a lot of money.

-Howard! Please, this is beneath you.

-No, no.

This is exactly me. You come in and tell me you're leaving me

and you have the nerve to expect graciousness?

I expect a little maturity.

I expect you to face the situation like an adult.

Don't talk down to me! Don't you ever talk down to me!

You are a movie star, nothing more!

DOWNBEAT JAZZ MUSIC

-PHONE RINGS

-'Don't answer it.'

What is it, Howard?

Hey, Noah, I need you to get over to Penney's

-and buy me some new clothes.

-Penney's isn't open.

-Oh, shit!

-It's two in the morning.

-Yeah, that's right.

Well, first thing tomorrow, then, all right?

I need two new suits off the rack. One light and one dark.

Three white shirts and three pairs of white tennis shoes. Got that?

-Yeah.

-No. No. Make it Woolworths.

-Woolworths.

-No. No. Penney's. Penney's.

All right, then. I'll get into it as soon as I can, Howard.

-Noah, do you have a recorder?

-No.

Are you recording this conversation?

-No.

-OK... I trust you.

-Howard?

-Listen, I need those suits first thing tomorrow, all right?

-All right.

-Wait, wait, did I say Penney's or Woolworths?

-Penney's

-Better make it Sears.

All right, then. Sears.

I'm sorry, honey.

If I don't answer, he'll just call back.

Stop there, if you please, Miss Domergue.

Have you had surgery, Miss Domergue?

No.

Do you have scars of any kind?

No.

Wipe off your lipstick.

That's much better.

Now, you understand that you'd be under contract to me, personally?

Do you know what that means?

Turn around for me.

Very nice. You move well.

You live with your family, do you?

-Yes.

-That's nice.

Tell me something.

How old are you, Miss Domergue?

15.

Holy mother...

BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYS

Well, a car picks me up every morning at eight and off I go.

I'm getting my high-school diploma.

-Howard thinks that education is important.

-That's right.

And then after classes I'm off for elocution and grooming and fittings.

Well, blow me down!

Don't tell me Pan Am's working out of the Cocoanut Grove?

-Hello, Jack.

-Hello, Juan.

-Helen. Good to see you.

-How are you, Howard?

-Good. Thanks.

-This is Miss Faith Domergue.

-Sit down.

-Pleasure.

-What are you doing out here?

-I'm meeting with Douglas about the DC-4.

That's our new plane. It is gonna be a pip, let me tell you.

-How's the Constellation coming?

-Good.

-Great.

-So, how about letting me steal a peek?

I don't think so.

I should be cross with you. You stole Ray Loewy from us.

-He's doing our interior design. That's right.

-He was doing ours.

-So...what are your colours?

-Stop fishing!

So, do you have buttons or zippers?

I'm sorry?

Buttons or zippers? For the drapes on the sleeping berths.

Er, zippers.

Oh...

Buttons?

Uh-huh.

So, I suppose you'll be expanding on down to Mexico?

-Why do you say that?

-Well, your range is 3,000 miles.

I imagine you'd expand from Los Angeles to Mexico

-and maybe on down to South America.

-Good idea. Anyone got a pen?

Or across the Atlantic.

Now, honey, you've had enough of this ice cream. Give me that spoon.

You don't want to get your gloves all sticky.

Isn't that too far?

New York...to Newfoundland...

..to Ireland...

..to Paris.

Well, Pan Am welcomes you.

We're overbooked as it is.

It's such a burden doing it all on your own, let me tell you.

-So when's the Connie gonna be ready?

-Next year, maybe. DC-four?

-Next year.

-Well, we look forward to her, then.

And I to the Connie.

I've ordered the next 40 after you.

-Er, it's Miss...?

-Domergue.

-Domergue. Yes, of course.

-Was that a rumba or a samba you were doing out there?

-It was a samba.

A samba, yes. Howard, I never knew you were such a good dancer.

Helen. Jack.

Good going(!) You just gave away our entire post-war strategy.

-He can't stop us.

-He's Pan Am, Howard, he can stop anything!

-Waiter, Scotch.

-I don't know what in the hell you're so giddy about.

Excuse me.

Agh.

HE TUTS

Jack! All right, I want you to get in touch with Mr Joyce

and Mr Berg, those are my boys in Washington.

Set up a meeting with Jesse Jones - Secretary of Commerce.

-Slow down.

-We're gonna need terminals in Ireland and France.

If that shit ass thinks that he owns the entire goddamn world,

-he's got another thing comin'!

-We gotta think about Mexico!

To hell with Mexico! No-one airline should have a monopoly

on flying the Atlantic! It just isn't fair! He owns Pan Am, Congress,

the Civil Aeronautics Board but he does NOT own the sky!

We are in a fight with that son of a bitch and I'm not gonna lose!

I've been fightin' Ivy League pricks like him my whole life!

And fire Ray Loewy. You goddamn heard me?! Fire Ray Loewy!

He's spyin' for Trippe! That shit-heel knew all about the buttons!

Spies in my midst, Jack. Spies in my midst.

# I'll be seeing you... #

-Hello, Howard.

-Roland.

So...what can I do for ya?

'I want all the pictures you have of Kate Hepburn and Spencer Tracy,

'all the negatives, and I want you to kill the story.'

Howard, he's a married man, he's a Catholic,

they're both movies stars - fair game all around.

My office knows where I am, Howard.

I'm not gonna kill you, Roland... I don't do that.

-How much?

-Not for sale.

'How much?'

Not...for sale.

SIGHS

You ever cheat on your wife, Roland? Hm? You ever screw a coloured girl?

You ever steal anything? You ever hurt anyone?

-Good night, Howard.

-You ever go to a Communist Party meeting, Roland?

TWA stock.

How much?

-50,000 shares?

-10.

All right.

This isn't gonna be that easy.

He's been making big contributions on both sides of the aisle

and Jack Frye is out there lobbying everybody in town.

The French and British ambassadors are all lined up on his side now.

I'm telling you, TWA is serious about going international.

OK...point Mr Hughes.

Very well. You know what I think? I think it's time for you

to introduce the Community Airline Bill.

-Is it done?

-My people are finishing it now. I also have to get you

on the committee investigating the national defence.

On the committee or chairman?

You know, I could be much more effective as chairman.

It's a great public platform. You know, it generates a lot of press.

-Wasn't Truman chairman of that committee?

-Yeah, quite.

Now he's vice president. Look what he did with it. I think, er...

I think chairman.

What do you think?

Chairman, that is interesting.

-Yeah.

-Er, let me show you these specs for the, er, DC-4.

What do you think about Trans World Airlines?

Transcontinental and Western doesn't fit any more.

We're going international, we need a name that reflects that.

Trans World is good, kind of peppy.

TWA, right? Keep the same initials,

-that way you don't need to repaint any of the planes.

-That's you,

always pinching pennies. Hand me my wrap.

Knock it off.

I have something for you.

Stay here.

-What the hell is this?

-It's a present.

Go on, open it.

Oh...a box of trash. You shouldn't have.

Keep looking. Keep looking.

It's a Kashmiri sapphire, best in the world.

-I had my boys all over the damn globe lookin' for this.

-Why?

Because.

Look.

-It matches your eyes.

-I am not for sale.

-For Christ's sakes, Ava, it's just a present!

-You can't buy me, Howard,

so stop trying! Don't buy me any more diamonds or sapphires

-or any other goddamn thing! You can buy me dinner.

-Jesus, Ava.

It's bad enough I have to endure those filthy gym shoes of yours

but then I get all dolled up and we go out in this old jalopy.

-Ava...will you marry me?

-No, Howard.

-Why not, for heaven's sake?

-In the first place, I don't love you.

In the second place, I'm still married.

Look, you got girls stashed all over town!

You got a damn harem at the Bel-Air!

-Marry one of your girls.

-I'm not gonna marry an employee!

Jesus Christ, how would that look?!

What is goin' on?!

Oh, my God!

-Goddammit!

-Faith!

-Faith, what the hell...?!

-Look out!

-Goddamn you!

What the hell are you doin'?!

-BYSTANDER:

-Hey! Are you OK, lady?!

-What are you doing with her?!

We are going to dinner, that's all!

-Get that crazy bitch away from me!

-Don't you love me any more?!

-Of course I love you, pork chop!

-Look over here! Howard!

-Hey!

PRESS SHOUT

Juan Trippe is working with Senator Brewster. If the bill becomes law

we are finished, my friend - Pan Am will have a legal monopoly

-on international travel.

-How can they justify it?! It's un-American!

Brewster's saying that nationalised foreign carriers

can offer lower rates cos they don't have to compete,

so let's get rid of that competition and have a nationalised airline -

-Pan Am!

-I'm not kowtowing to Washington or anyone else!

-Howard, I need you!

-One sec, Odie! We are Trans WORLD Airlines, all right?

Get me something with a circle or a globe, for God's sake! HE WHISPERS

Speak up! HE MUTTERS I'm not making a SINGLE cut!

Tell him I will release it without a seal! I'm gonna talk to Hearst,

see what press he can give me, but it's gonna come down to a vote,

so we gotta get senators on our side.

-What do you want me to do?

-Do what Trippe does -

-see who's up for re-election, make donations!

-So bribe senators?

I don't want them bribed, I want it done legally. I want them bought.

And put investigators on Brewster. I need to know everything

about that shitbag - where he goes, what he says and who he screws!

-Get into it right now, Jack!

-You got it.

Just give me a second.

-All right, what do you need?

-Rudder and elevators.

These are fine but have Simon and Pete get back to me

-on the hydraulic assemblies. We need a secondary system here.

-OK.

And, listen, we need to take another look at the wheel.

-Jesus! The damn wheel?!

-Yeah. It just doesn't feel right.

Christ Almighty, you've seen 8,000 goddamn wheels!

-Choose one, please. Just one of them.

-I know.

-This one?

-I know. This one... this one is pretty close.

Pretty close.

-Odie.

-Hm?

That man sweeping up over there... does he work for me?

-I mean, have you seen him before?

-Name is Nick, something like that.

(Why is he looking at me?)

I don't know.

Fire him. And make sure they use damp brooms from now on.

-Respiratory diseases are expensive. I don't want a bunch of lawsuits.

-OK.

Can we proceed with the instrument panel? The tool shop's -

-No, I wanna see the blueprints again.

-The deadline is now unrealistic.

The war is gonna be over by the time she's done! I need you here

to help consult on decisions and you are dealing with movies! You -

Hey, Odie...take it easy... all right?!

I understand you're under a lotta pressure but it's gonna do me no good

if you crack up on me like that, all right?

-Take a couple of hours off, all right? You relax a little.

-OK.

-See your wife.

-OK. OK.

-Be sure to show me all the blueprints.

-All right.

(Show me all the blueprints.)

(Show me all the blueprints.) I'm serious, now.

Show me all the blueprints.

-Show me all the blueprints.

-Howard...

-Show me all the blueprints.

Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

Show me all the blueprints. I want to get this done right,

so show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

-Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

-Howard...

Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints.

Show me all the blueprints. Show me all the blueprints. Show...

Mmf!

HE SIGHS

Quarantine.

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