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face?

I love you.

You can't.

Damn it, don't tell me I can't.

I want to marry you.

Look, I think we better talk about this in the morning.

Hey, fit!

You should lock your door.

I still want to marry you.

Holy hell Bill!

Good to see you, Harry. It's great to be on the ground.

I bet it is.

I don't know how did you fly with him damn mom's or the busted engine like that.

With some difficulty.

I should have known.

When I heard that chaff cut her, found to be one of you crazy guys.

How's Chubby?

Fine.

Where is she?

She's back in Miami.

I'll tell you all about it when I've checked on my passenger.

I don't think he's feeling too well.

Where are we?

Guadalupe Texas, pump station.

This is Harry Middleton, no friend.

How could have been killed?

Lucky you weren't.

That maniac flew over that range of mountains there.

He had to.

This is the only landing strip for 100 miles around here.

You're lucky you picked a good pilot, mister, but you'd be dead.

You could be dead.

Now the happy man.

Oh no.

Call Arizona.

Now time.

Tell JF to meet his nail passo.

That's to make me look a little bit like that.

Now time. Tell JF to meet his nail passo.

That's to make me lose a few days over this.

Correction.

Reg're into those weeks.

What?

Don't be ridiculous.

The engines are right off.

You must carry.

Yeah.

And Arizona's hanging on the line.

Is that you, JF?

Oh, swell to talk to you.

Oh, great flight so far.

But we may be held up a week or so, one or two minor repairs.

You got yourself into something hair pal.

I think you might be right.

The trouble is, there's such liars.

Russell tells me one thing, tenk with another.

The plane at least is almost ready after all these weeks.

Though whether they can pay for the repairs or the hotel bills or anything remains to be seen.

How is the book progressing?

Almost finished to help.

Things are wretched here.

But I forced Tankle to give me five dollars.

Don't laugh.

It'll buy some food or put petrol in the car.

Don't.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Is it me?

Something I've done.

Or haven't done.

The book.

I'm afraid there I have a mental block.

So that's what it's called.

Not a page in all these weeks.

Not a line.

Not a bloody word.

But if you think that's why I cried, don't you, Fledty yourself?

Is it Bill?

Do you still love him?

Did you love him?

Yes.

That's why you cried. You don't care for him anymore.

I cried because he sent me five dollars if you have to know.

I cried because we loved each other so much for so long.

We've got nothing to show for except five dollars that he had to humiliate himself for.

You watch this pair.

Remember what I told you?

Right.

It's a change of plans, Bill.

I'll be flying with you.

I'll be bringing the car under the gals.

Don't forget we owe Harry for his time, his spares and all the rest of it.

I'll look after Harry.

Yes, we'll just see that you do, will you?

You just get to Arizona and leave the details to me.

Goodbye, old friend.

Take care about you here.

Watch him.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Now, you owe me 68 bucks.

It includes a telephone call and a tank full of gas.

Did I ever tell you?

I'm an nephew by marriage to the governor of California.

Bill said no checks, cold hard cash.

Harry, I'm going to offer you something better than cash.

I'm going to let you have stock in our company.

The Latin American Airways Corporation.

What are you doing?

I've been making some notes.

All I can remember about my early life and meeting Bill,

the flight to Australia.

Why, have you tried to help, seeing you won't settle down to work?

I don't write to water. I'm not a machine.

Here, I want some money playing poker.

Just don't tell me how and what to write.

I'm waiting.

For what?

For inspiration.

If you have yet owner's plans,

you'll be in home,

or an squads.

Please, I'll come here and tell you what I wake up.

I'll be right back,

Why won't you work?

Here, try a reefer.

You'll feel better.

Oh, God.

Chubby.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

The tankers will be here in the morning.

Then what?

All systems go.

This whole nightmare should have been a bloody disaster.

Sheer bad luck.

I've got to have some money to send back to Chubby.

God knows how she's managing.

Well, we've all got to hang on.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Well, we've all got to hang on.

Things will get better.

Has Chubby written to ask for some money?

I know she needs it.

She hasn't written.

Well, I guess they're busy with the book.

Look, I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

I'm sure she's thinking of you.

One more...

Okay, Bill.

You're supposed to be good, maybe the best song I'm told.

Do you think you could put the Curtis Robin down

and take off again.

What kind of cargo?

People.

What kind?

Let's cut the crap and get to the point.

We fly Chynum and infra Mexico into the States.

Forget it.

Each Chynum pays us $1,000.

Each one carries a suitcase full of marijuana,

and that fetches 30 grand in San Francisco.

I said forget it.

Like hell, that's what this is all about.

That's what it's always been about.

Take it easy, Russell.

You come on too strong.

Bill's a flyer.

He's an honest guy, but he needs money.

Let's go back to the hotel and talk this over like France.

You keep saying you won't fly.

Are you scared?

Don't you trust us?

I can't think why.

I know a lot of very important people.

Shut up, Tancro.

Look, Bill, it's so easy.

We fly certain people from Mexico to a remote spot in Arizona.

These people carry the dope.

Then other people sell the dope.

We just provide a ferry service and make $100,000 each in three months.

I've no doubt we could.

But no.

I don't understand this.

I've never had this kind of complication before.

I'm going back to Miami.

Like hell you are.

You're not flying anywhere.

That plane belongs to us by contract.

All you want to do is run home and see your woman.

That's enough, Russell.

You poor jerk.

You're the only one who doesn't know it.

You've lost her.

You've lost her.

She's fallen for Hayden.

Get out of my room.

You're screwing you dumb, Laimie.

You're a liar.

I got a letter that says so.

Keep your filthy letter.

I don't want to read it.

You want to read it so bad you can hardly wait for us to leave the room.

Come on, Tankrel.

We won't humiliate the man.

You want to keep your woman.

You need something to offer her.

If you got money, she'll come running.

Read the letter.

Read the letter.

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Read the letter.

What time is it down in Miami?

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

It's all right.

Come here.

I'll wipe the hair down.

Oh, you're okay.

That is what we're trying to do.

Oh, you're trying to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'm going to get it.

I'll try again, Mixer.

No.

You dumb bastard.

We're like a fat prophet and you'll go home a hero.

Monday will buy her back if you still want her.

Stop!

Show her.

Get that buster in here.

Get that buster in here.

Get that buster in here.

Get that buster in here.

There was a fool thing to do.

Jay of some anohol togrudge.

What do you want?

I've had word the FBI are sniffing around.

Can you fly me out of here tonight?

Just me.

And you, of course.

Impossible.

You're going to go with the FBI?

I'm going to go with the FBI.

You're going to go with the FBI.

And you, of course.

Impossible.

Why?

The plane has no lights.

No way of seeing the controls.

I'd be flying blind.

Dangers?

We'd crash for certain.

Tomorrow then, dawn.

Coffee.

One sugar.

What on godly hour is it?

Midnight.

Beautiful.

I love you.

And I'm going to marry you, aren't I?

Yes.

Before Bill gets back?

No.

I can't do that.

He's got no special claim, aren't you?

He could be weeks.

We could clear out.

Hayden.

I have to wait to tell him.

Oh, my God.

Help!

Help!

Where the hell did you come from?

The goddess.

What do you mean to you all night?

Oh, you crazy son of a bitch.

Why we don't eat him?

I'll never know.

We've been existing on scraps for days.

Nobody eats Oscar.

Hayden, what's wrong?

Apart from hunger, I mean.

Nothing.

Come on, you've been on edge all week.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

There are some things I have to tell you, and I don't know how.

About you?

Yeah.

Then let's sit down somewhere and talk.

First, before we do, there's this.

It's to you.

From Bill.

I opened it.

Then perhaps you should read it.

I thought it might upset you.

Read it!

Winging it slowly home.

Whatever the truth, hold your plans until I get there.

Insist on being best man, and best friend to you both, whichever way it goes.

Love, Bill.

He said four o'clock.

He's two hours late.

That means nothing.

This is probably headwinds.

I forgot.

You two have shared so many hours in the air together.

Well, we have.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

We should have put together.

Well, we have.

And nothing will ever alter that.

We should have published our engagement like I wanted before he came back.

Once we got that last telegram from St. Louis, we should have announced that's what I wanted.

Look, you know there are two good reasons why we can't.

Oh, he'd like this, wouldn't he?

We're fighting.

That's why he's been phoning and sending us messages at every stop asking us to wait,

telling us he'll be best man.

Oh, I'd bullshit!

Hayden!

Please, don't.

You up-ditch me.

No, I won't, did you?

You better realize I love you.

And he's not going to stop me from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

I'm going to stop you from marrying you.

Hand of my darling.

Hand of my darling.

I've missed you.

Hand of my socioeconomic belt.

Well, shall we go?

The whole thing was a con.

Tankler was never in the Navy.

They had no legitimate cargoes.

Do you think the FBI would catch them?

After the ride they gave me, I certainly hope so.

Well, they wanted was the Curtis Robbins smuggled immigrants.

Plain like that, perfect for it.

Easy to land, good range, airspeed.

You quit talking about aircraft.

Why?

You know damn well that shuts me out.

You're trying to win her back.

Hayden, stop it.

Planes are something that we happen to love and happen in common.

And as for trying to win her back, well, you really can't blame me for that.

Well, both of you stop it.

That's something we so far managed to avoid, hey?

The fact that I trusted you.

And you really let me down.

I resent that.

I resent it.

You've got no God-given rights.

She's not your property.

How dare you come back here and behave as if we're naughty children.

Hayden, you had five years and wanted to ever give her.

A load of debts and not much of not even your name.

You stank the money a son of a bitch.

Please stop it.

I better get out of here.

Yes, you bloody well better.

No!

And when you go, you've got no money.

I'm wearing a car and I didn't like this.

You're dead and damn it, she's marrying me.

Are you?

I just told you she is.

I want to hear it from Shubby.

Hayden, please.

Yes, I am going to marry him.

But we can still have the plane.

We can fly together as partners.

But that won't work.

How can you make a living?

The car is perhaps not by writing.

We should have been married by now before you came back.

That's what I wanted.

Hayden thought his force was through and it's not.

We could have taken the chance.

It would have been legal in this state.

Just as long as we didn't go to California.

I doubt that.

Your wife's not to risk anything of that kind of done.

Let's leave my divorce out of it.

Yes, let's.

This is another reason why we can't.

What reason?

It's none of your goddamn business!

Where are you going?

If it's any of your business out for a walk,

I can only take so much of a friend like you Hayden.

After that, I start to feel sick.

You're acting like a spoiled baby.

He's the grown up.

Stop acting so stupid.

I'm scared. I'll lose you.

I am.

I'm afraid.

You think I'm going?

You think I'm going?

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

Promise me you'll lock your door.

I never lock it. You know that.

Promise tonight.

I don't want him coming into your room.

All right. I promise.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

Chubby.

Chubby, it's me.

I know, Bill.

Good night.

Where did you get the gun?

From Houston.

The attorney.

Is it loaded?

Yes.

Yes.

Bill?

Yes.

Bill?

Yes.

Bill?

Bill?

Yes.

Bill?

Bill?

Bill?

Yes.

Can we talk?

There are some things I want to tell you.

Chubby, wake up.

The terrible things happened.

Hayden's shot himself.

What?

Hayden shot himself.

Do what you came.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

I'll call him.

Do what you came.

I'll call him, doctor.

There's two three, two, one.

South with three first hairs.

Coral Gables.

Oh, God, why?

Why?

Don't.

He told me he...

He knew he'd lose you.

He told me he'd lie about his ages.

He's writing his divorce.

Have you seen this?

An afternoon.

Did you hear me?

Shall I read it?

Yes, readers!

Chubby darling,

I can't make the grade.

I can't go on.

You have Bill.

Don't let him leave you again.

Bill, turn it up.

You can't do that.

Yes, we can.

It's personal to you, destroy it.

It's ever and leave it.

Please don't die.

Bullet hole, ride temple.

Bruising, right arm and shoulder.

No trace of powder burns.

Time of death.

11.20 a.m.

April 21st, 1932.

Okay.

Thank you.

The office of the state's attorney

has held and custed in question.

Captain William Lancaster and Mrs.

Jessica Miller over the death by shooting patent clerk.

We have no reason to believe any prior knowledge

of the shooting by Mrs. Miller.

While certain doubts exist,

there is no real evidence to press any charges

against Captain Lancaster.

I am therefore authorizing his death by the judge

to be a judge.

I am not sure.

I am not sure.

I am therefore authorizing his release.

Mrs. Miller, how about a C-side?

Mr. Miller, I've got a C-side.

Mr. Miller, you can thank you, Miami.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Do you have to show Schwedler what got shot?

Still save.

I have to find him.

Yeah.

Well-

You know I'm sorry what happened there when-

Bill?

Perhaps you shouldn't.

Yeah.

I have to.

Hayden didn't write that suicide note.

I did.

So, at the discussion with Mrs. Miller,

you decided to voluntarily change your statement.

I have.

The suicide note was typed by you and signed by you.

Yes.

Why?

When I switched on the light and found that Hayden had shot himself,

I panicked.

My only thought was that Chubby would think I had done it.

I sat at the typewriter and composed that note.

I tried to get into signing in,

but I couldn't arouse him.

So I signed it myself.

It was for her eyes.

Nobody else's.

After Woodside, I felt ashamed.

I wanted to destroy it. She wouldn't agree.

I boxed myself into a situation I couldn't handle.

It was dishonest.

Stupid.

Even callous.

But I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

There's to be some more questions, Elgar.

Go.

Get some rest.

Mrs. Miller, that's good advice. You can't help.

So what's gonna happen?

There's no choice.

He faked the suicide note. We have to indict him for murder.

Mrs. Miller, I'm obliged to give you some good advice.

Go home.

What?

Go home to Australia.

Now?

You told me yesterday your parents cabled money for your fare.

Yes, ma'am.

Use it.

You're free.

I'll be a witness.

In the US, a witness can leave the jurisdiction of the state

and there's no law can recall him.

Just skip. Walk out on Bill.

I got to be honest.

He hasn't there's no balls chance in him.

You stay.

You're gonna be hit with so much dirt, it'll bury you.

And if I run out, it will certainly bury him.

You don't care for the notion?

I think the notion stinks, Mr. Houston.

And no credit to you for suggesting it.

Time to what I thought you'd say.

Felt I should point out how rough it'll be.

Now can we talk about getting him a lawyer?

The best possible.

Well, I ain't much doubt about who the best is.

Jimmy Carson's the best.

James M. Carson, he's the best.

And he knows it.

And you're gonna need a mint of money.

Mr. Carson, Mrs. Miller.

Sit down, Mrs. Miller.

It's, uh, kind of warm for early summer.

It was good of you to see me, Mr. Carson.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Anilly had Janice call you and say don't come.

Why?

I guess you heard.

I don't lose cases.

Well, that's the reason I'm here.

It's a reputation built up over 20 years.

I don't risk it lightly.

I have to tell you.

From what I've read, I wouldn't touch this case.

He's as guilty as hell.

I'm sorry.

It'll be fair to call you.

Then you believe what you read in the newspapers?

Not always.

Yes, you do.

Where else could you have got such an expert opinion?

Do you know that state officials have been leaking those half-truths and innuendos and slanders to the press?

What kind of American justice is that, Mr. Carson?

Now hold your horses.

Oh, well, look at this.

Lancaster should burn says JF Russell of L.A.

Let me tell you JF Russell is a shuster and a cook.

Oh, there's that age.

You make me sick.

You and your reputation.

Mrs. Miller.

Now hold on.

Are you telling me that you think that he is innocent?

I know he is.

Even though you're engaged to the deceased,

even though you're engaged to the deceased,

even though you're engaged to the deceased, even though...

Ah.

My I'm a herald.

Day after clock died.

Quote.

All my hopes are dashed.

We will be married next month.

Did they make that up?

No. I said it.

And even though you said it,

you say that Lancaster is innocent?

I know he is.

Yes.

Yes, this is Sister Red Rose.

Very well.

Listen carefully and report me accurately.

My son is innocent.

No one who knows him would believe him guilty for one moment.

His character has always been of the highest.

His only failing in our eyes is his choice of a most unsuitable companion.

Jorah is hot up here.

It's gonna be one hell of a summon.

The only thing to be said for the cells indeed, county,

they got a great view.

I could do without you.

I guess.

Did you kill him?

No.

Your Mrs. Miller must be able to believe that.

You're right, lady.

How is she?

Real pretty.

Can I angry him?

With me.

No, no.

Me.

At the world.

They won't let me see her.

It's for your own protection.

She'll be a witness.

Please.

Tell her I...

Did I miss her?

Sure.

There was no autopsy.

What?

No post-mortem.

The state didn't request an autopsy.

That's a strange omission.

Why?

Well, a scientific examination of the skull might have shown if the pistol was fired by the deceased.

Or by some other person.

It might help you.

Or it might be very dangerous.

The question is, how do you feel about more autopsy being carried out?

It's the coroner's report for us or against us.

Well, put it this way.

It hasn't hurt us.

We'll have our experts.

They'll have theirs.

Experts cancel each other out.

So what did you?

Ask him to agree to an autopsy.

Well, I guess if he refused.

There's nothing in the world that'll make me take this case.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

I don't think me, I'm to hear what I got to say.

It'll be a fight.

I'm gonna tell you that.

It'll be tough.

It's that damn suicide note.

Make no mistake, he's in one hell of a spot.

Look at everything against him.

It's a fire on the line.

He left his wife.

I can bore his dead.

As far as the people here are concerned, he's guilty.

They want to see him burn.

Our defense only hope is that Hayden Clark shot himself.

He's unstable, pressed because of you.

I've got to make you a scarlet woman, drag it all out.

Every end of it to tell.

Everything.

It's bad you.

It's perhaps the only thing that can help Lancaster.

To get the sympathy of the jury for him,

I've got to make every person that court despise you.

All of the newspapers will have a field day.

They'll distort your whole life.

Won't be left with a shred of dignity.

But in my opinion, there's the only chance he's got.

Very well, Mr. Carson.

If there's no other way, do it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carson.

No other way, do it.

Hey, lie me.

Hey, lie me, you hear me?

Hey, you ain't answering me, how?

You're going to cry.

I bet you can't do this, Sonny.

Hey, hey, lie me.

Listen to me.

Why bother with exercise?

The next big walks the electric chair.

Get relaxed, fellas.

Furthermore, my client has for almost three months been kept in a romance cell.

In a space six feet by ten feet without recourse to friends or acquaintances.

In virtual solitary confinement.

And now the state requires a further two months to prepare its case.

It's a scandal.

It's without parallel in my experience of injustice.

It stinks.

Strike out the last two words.

Bastard!

Why?

Why, in God's name, did she do this?

My idea. I know it's lure.

It's built.

Absolute muck. It humiliates.

It helps the case.

Your case.

No!

The facts are live, it's to bring witnesses and to hire investigators.

The defense needs money.

The state has a whole army of people trying to put you in the chair.

To combat that is an expensive business.

Now this is how she helps to pay for your trial.

You'll be dirty, bitch.

Why don't you go back to where you came from?

We don't want you or your client in this country. You're a farance.

Oh, no.

I licensing

Okay

Sad

Well okay judges

Karamani

Wake for it

This is Jack Weir on our direct landline broadcast from the actual courtroom,

where tomorrow a trial that promises to be one of the most sensational ever known in Florida will take place.

Here on the sixth floor of the Dade County Courthouse building,

wire grills are being erected to control the huge crowds expected to jam this room.

And for the first time, noiseless telegraph machines are installed to bring news of the event to the

waiting world. The facts are well known. British Air Ace William Newton like theirs.

If the photographers will sit down, the bailants cannot map members of the public.

Relax, it's a circus. You have to try not to be the clown.

The state will prove premeditation. It will show that the accused returned to Miami with but one

objective to murder his rival for the affections of Mrs. Miller. The defense will claim that the

shooting man was the act of a coward and William Newton Lancaster is not a coward. That may be so.

But obsessive love and burning jealousy were the emotions driving Lancaster.

He was not rational the night he forged the suicide note and then deliberately and wantonly slew

that assist. That is the act of a cold and calculating man.

Doctor, you are Carl C. Deidre, physician and medical examiner of this county.

Oh yeah. You have served in this capacity for the past 11 years. Yes sir.

Please tell the court in your own words of the events of the night of April 21st.

I was called to the house of Coral Gables in the early hours of the morning. It was just after 2 a.m.

An emergency call had been received asking for a doctor and an ambulance and it appeared a shooting

had taken place and we accepted a shooting took place, Your Honor. Thank you, Mr. Carson.

But I would prefer that the witness not be interrupted.

I apologize to the court. Please continue, Doctor.

Yes. Where was I? Oh yes. I arrived at the house at approximately 225.

The deceased had been shot and was unconscious. I treated him and ordered his removal to the hospital.

He died the following morning of massive brain injury due to a gunshot wound. Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor Deidre, while you were a tenant to Hayden Clark, was he at any time able to speak?

No, he was unconscious throughout. Cast your mind back, Doctor. Did Captain Lang

has to say he wished the clock could speak? I believe he did. Did he say he wished he could speak

so he could tell you what happened? Yes, he did say that. Thank you, Doctor. On the other hand,

anyone can say thank you, Doctor. That's all.

Lancaster was aged for weeks. Chubby wasn't writing to him. He kept asking for mail and

trying to call her, but she was never home. And did you then show him a letter for your wife?

I did. And what did that letter say, Mr. Russell? That Hayden was screwing.

That they were always ginned up and Hayden was sleeping with Chubby. What did Lancaster do then?

He got mad in hell. He said, I'm gonna get rid of the son of a bitch. You're a witness.

You're a witness.

You are the J.F. Russell who told newspaper reporters some six months ago, Lancaster should burn.

I was misquoted. Did you propose to my client that he smuggle drugs and illegal immigrants into

the United States? Never. Misquoted again? Correct. Mr. Russell, did you three years ago serve a term

in a federal penitentiary at 11 worth? Yes. For what?

Shipping a cartload of hay to El Paso.

No.

Weren't there a few Syrians concealed in that hay? So they said, I didn't know they were there.

Where have you come from? Mr. Russell. Come from. I'll simplify the question.

Have you been brought here from jail? And is that man beside you a law officer?

Yes. That's all. Step down.

Bill was in a terrible state after he read that letter. He swore to me he'd kill Hayden Clark.

You're quite certain of that. Oh yes. He met it. The moment he found out Charlie was too timing him,

the kid was as good as dead.

We won't object to that, Your Honor.

Mr. Tankroll? Yes. Or is it command a tankroll or Commodore tankroll or dare I suggest?

Admiral Tankroll? I never claimed to be an admiral. Have you ever served in the United States Navy?

No. Have you ever been convicted of impersonating a nail officer?

Yes.

You're present living in a federal prison? Objection!

Your Honor, if the state brings jail buzz to testify, proven lies with malicious intent,

we are at least entitled to know their present address.

Order.

That's Gossum. That was a most improper remark. I apologize to the court.

You be called tomorrow. Now the state will declare your hostile witness to try and prejudice your evidence.

All you gotta do is tell the truth. So how long will I be in the box?

All day, maybe the day after. Get a good rest.

Good night. Good night, Mrs. Miller.

I hope she's still talking to me after it's over.

Don't do something else.

Ah!

Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

I'm going to go to my seats, this actual pair of the car!

Hold on!

Raise your right hand.

Place your left hand on the Bible.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help your God?

I do.

You may be seated.

You are Mrs. Jessica Beveridge Miller of Australian nationality.

Yes.

You are a divorce person.

Yes.

Were you engaged to the defendant William Lancaster?

We had an understanding. I did hope to marry him.

He was already married, was he not?

Yes.

The father of two small girls.

Yes.

This understanding lasted for several years.

Almost five years.

And during this time you cohabited.

You lived together and slept together in various parts of the world.

We did travel a great deal, yes.

Answer the question, please.

Yes, we did live together.

And when did your infatuation for Lancaster change?

It wasn't infatuation.

It wasn't.

Then what would you call it, Mrs. Miller?

It was a kind of love, a comradeship.

We shared a lot of things together.

Including your bed.

We'd been in the skies together and in the gutter.

Almost wealthy a few times and often broke.

We had a bond.

It's the only way I can describe it. A bond.

A bond?

But despite this bond, you entered into a relationship with Hayden Clark.

Yes.

How long did you know Clark?

About three months.

And during this time the bond with Lancaster gave way to infatuation for Clark.

Please answer the question.

Yes.

Did Lancaster do anything to lose your affection?

No.

You simply transferred to Clark.

Not simply.

Did you anticipate trouble when Lancaster found out?

I knew he'd be absent and sad.

What was your belief when you were shown the alleged suicide note?

I had no belief.

Did you not say when questioned that Lancaster's code of honor would not have permitted him to write that note?

I believe I did say that, yes.

Were you shocked to find her for you?

Yes.

Did Lancaster say I'm going to bluff this out?

He did not. He went to your office voluntarily to admit he had written the note.

But did he not earlier ask you to destroy it?

I can't remember.

You're on oath, Mrs Miller. I'll ask you again.

Did he suggest destroying the note?

Yes.

Before anyone else had seen it.

Yes.

Mrs Miller, you were attracted to Hayden Clark.

Yes.

He was good looking.

Yes.

Young.

He told me he was 32. He was really 26.

But he was bright, well educated.

Well, he told me he was a graduate of Columbia University, but like other things proved not to be true.

What other things?

He said he was divorced. He wasn't. He said he'd worked on magazines. He hadn't.

When did you find this out?

In the last few days of his life.

Mrs Miller, this attraction for Hayden Clark, did it begin before Captain Lancaster left?

Yes.

Did you have sexual relations with him while Lancaster was still living in the house?

No.

But how soon after he left did it happen?

Several weeks.

Did you feel a traitor knowing that Captain Lancaster had gone out to try and earn money for you?

Did you feel you were betraying when you wrote to him and sent you love?

But then you didn't write often, did you?

Oh.

He kept asking for news, begging for letters, but you were too preoccupied.

You know he went hungry at times, but he sent you every dollar that he could raise.

Well, you had sexual relations with Clark.

Mrs Gossum.

You were a woman partner in this affair.

Yes.

The witness will speak up.

She said yes, your honor. She was a woman partner.

Did the relations continue?

Yes.

Did they increase or decrease in order?

Increase.

Daily.

Yes.

And they continued on the Captain Tulloo to come to an end.

Because Hayden admitted to me that he had a disease.

What disease?

Now speak up, Mrs. Miller. What disease?

Sifolas.

Your honor, the witness has been on stand all day.

Perhaps this would be a convenient time to recess.

I dare say, Mr. Kossum.

The court has adjourned until 10 a.m. Come on.

No, sir.

I had to do it, Bill.

I told her it had to be like that.

Not like that.

I don't think God might like that.

If you're to get off, if they've got to have someone to blame.

Mrs. Miller, you told us yesterday,

the man for whom you'd formed an affection,

the man with whom you'd had sexual relations,

admitted to you he had Sifolas.

Yes.

Was this a new infection?

No, he'd contracted it several years before. He thought he was cured.

And it was a traumatic shock to him to find out that he wasn't?

Yes.

Under you.

What effect did it have on you?

I felt disgusted.

Angry. Very angry.

I felt unclean.

Yes.

And then after a while, I began to realize it was something in his past.

Something he thought was done with and cured. And I forgave him.

Mrs. Miller, did you get the disease?

No.

You've been medically examined?

Twice. Once by my own doctor.

At the other time?

When I was in custody for the preliminary questions,

I was examined by a police doctor.

With your permission?

No, it was against my will.

But it also confirmed that you had not been infected.

That's correct.

Mrs. Miller, was, um, Hayden Clark,

a heavy drinker?

Very heavy.

And was he allowed to drink after the disease reappeared?

No. The doctor warned him he must not.

Did this upset him?

It made him very edgy and depressed.

Mrs. Miller, did Hayden Clark take drugs?

Yes.

What drugs?

He smoked reefers.

Marijuana, and sometimes used opium.

Hold up.

You have not painted a very attractive picture of the deceased, Mrs. Miller?

I've been asked questions. I've answered them.

He had an unacceptable disease.

He was a drunkard, a drug addict.

He lied to you about his divorce, about his age, his writing, his education.

And yet, you still plan to marry him?

I was in a situation that I couldn't control.

He pleaded with me not to let him down. I felt sorry for him.

He was sometimes like a child if he didn't get his own way.

No more questions at this time.

Erm, did you, in fact, still intend to marry Mrs. Miller?

I'm not sure. I was trying to make up my mind.

Did you still love him?

Well, I was upset about his lies. Disillusioned.

Was he aware of this?

Yes.

In what mood was he that night he went to bed?

He said he was afraid.

Of Lancaster?

No, of losing me.

He said he felt as if he were going crazy.

Mrs. Miller, who do you believe? Killed Hayden Clark?

I believe he killed himself, but it was my fault.

It's not like he's afraid.

He killed himself because of me.

Oh, no.

Order.

No further questions?

Let me step down.

Miami, King Station of the Keys.

10-30 News Time.

Today in Dade County Courthouse, here in the heart of Miami,

the trial of Captain Bill Lancaster continued.

Want to move?

We could get you. They have a glades hotel.

Janice or Ranger?

No.

I'm not going to let a few hoodlums frighten me.

I really think Mr. Carson is right.

Thanks, Janice, but no.

And don't tell Bill about this place.

Mrs. Miller, you men are stating to this court that you believe

Hayden Clark killed himself.

That he killed himself because of you.

Yes.

And that's a terrible responsibility to take upon yourself,

the death of a fellow human being.

I'm aware of that.

You're very fond of Captain Lancaster, aren't you?

I've already told you we've been good friends for many years.

And lovers?

Yes, and lovers.

Do you still love him?

Mrs. Miller.

Well, not in that sense.

What? Sense?

A physical sense.

But you have a special bond of companionship you told us that.

Yes.

And you are anxious not to see him convicted.

Naturally, because I believe he's innocent.

Although he lied to you, didn't he, about the suicide note?

Yes.

He lied and said he found that they were written by Hayden.

Yes.

And asked you to destroy it.

Yes.

And lied to me when first questioned about the note.

I believe so.

In your evidence, you saw that Hayden Clark's lies had disillusioned you.

Yes.

That he lied about his illness, his education, his divorce,

his age.

He did lie, didn't he?

Yes, he did.

And what other defendants lies?

Have they disillusioned you?

Have they convinced you that Captain William Newton Lancaster might not be the upright,

honorable man who always imagined him to be?

Objection, Your Honor.

Overroaled.

Mrs. Miller.

Do you consider Captain Lancaster to be an upright and honorable man?

Yes, I do.

A man who would not normally tell lies.

That's right.

Yes.

Not normally and yet he did lie, didn't he, on this occasion?

Yes.

Thank you.

Your witness.

No questions.

You may have stepped down, Mrs. Miller.

There's one in here, I agree, isn't it?

Thank you.

Host,p?

Are you very clear, sir.

I'm not

clear.

Yeah, I met Bill in New Orleans.

He's way back to Miami.

And how did he seem, Mr. Upton?

He seemed fine.

Same as ever.

I asked after Chubby.

He said she was great.

Everything was normal.

Did he borrow money?

Yeah, that was normal too.

Well, what I mean is, this time I

let him, often times past, he let me.

Guys who fly together understand each other.

No, he and Chubby are good people.

Thank you.

Yesterday was the day the Eagles came to town,

as the Miami Herald said this morning.

Four world famous air aces came to court

to give evidence of their great affection and respect

for Bill Lancaster.

Today, the case goes into its 10th day with Lancaster himself

to take the stand.

This is Jack Weir from the Dade County Courthouse

with the compliments of.

Wrong one.

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The lounge reigh with the difference

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Come Lancaster, did you or did

you not kill Hayden Clark?

I did not.

Do you love Mrs. Miller?

Very much.

Do you still love her?

Yes.

Would you steal for her?

I have.

What did you steal?

Chickens, ducks, a rabbit.

For dinner?

Well, not the rabbit.

He was supposed to be for dinner, but Chubby, Mrs. Miller.

She named him Oscar Wilde and we kept him as a pet.

Captain, would you do anything for Chubby?

Yes.

Would you lie for her?

Yes.

Would you kill for her?

Yes.

Did you kill for her?

No.

Now why did you forge the suicide note?

Because I was frightened.

Please explain that.

When I woke up and heard the shot,

I thought flash through my mind that Chubby

might think I was to blame.

I wrote that note for her.

I didn't stop to think it might become evidence.

It was for her.

Nobody else.

A fatal night?

You and Aiden talked before he went to sleep?

Yes.

He asked me about the gun.

I said a lawyer Ernest Houston had given it to me.

He asked if it was loaded.

I said yes.

Then he said, can we talk?

There are things I have to tell you.

What did he tell you?

That he had syphilis.

Syphilis?

And what else did he tell you?

He was afraid it couldn't be cured.

That Chubby wouldn't marry him until it was cured.

I haven't told anybody this before.

I had no wish to assassinate his character.

The responsibility for this line of questioning

rests with me.

You're under oath to tell the truth.

What else?

That he'd write about his age.

That he couldn't write the book.

That he'd been married twice and hadn't got a divorce.

Oh.

Oh.

That's what I was going to tell you.

There were things that even Chubby didn't know.

I told him that he would have to confess everything

to her in the morning.

You talk for a long time?

About half an hour, I think.

In the middle of it, I must have fallen asleep.

You'd had a long flight that day?

Yes, a long flight in a bad one.

What was the next thing you remember?

A sound like a window banging.

I switched on the light and saw the blood.

So poor old Hayden.

Captain Lancaster, who killed Hayden Clark?

He committed suicide.

In your presence?

I didn't see him do it.

Was it in your presence?

It must have been.

I was in the same room.

You admit you wrote this note?

Yes.

Are you as positive?

It is your work now.

You were positive 14 weeks ago that it was not?

I lied to you.

I later confessed the truth.

Why was the gun kept loaded?

I don't know.

It was given to me that way.

You claim that Hayden Clark was in a disturbed state of mind?

Very disturbed.

Yet you left a loaded gun within reach.

I didn't think about it.

You were tired?

Yes.

Exhausted.

Completely.

You had a brief time later, awoken by the shot.

You had the presence of mind to write a note to Chubby.

You were under strain.

I was shocked.

Would you describe your condition as panicky?

Yes, that would be correct.

You say you had a liking for Hayden Clark?

I was fond of him.

I trusted him.

Yet you sat and typed out a note.

While this man you were fond of,

bled and moaned in his death throes, can you explain that?

No.

Would you call it the act of a very unfeeling man?

I expect that would.

Mr. Lavender, you were a friend of Hayden Clark.

Yes, sir.

We were drinking buddies.

Did you know Mrs. K. Louise O'Clock?

I did.

Would you tell us please how you knew her?

She was Hayden's wife.

Do you know Mrs. Virginia Clark?

Yes, sir.

In what capacity?

Every.

She was Hayden's other wife.

Was Hayden Clark divorced?

Not as far as I know.

Did he admit to you that he had

vigorously married Virginia Clark?

Yes, sir.

Was he concerned that this was against the law?

Not Hayden.

He seemed to think it was kind of a joke,

until he met Chubby.

Mrs. Miller.

Then he wanted to get divorced so he could properly marry her.

Your Honor, if the court pleases,

I submit to married certificates.

The one dated July the 21st, 1929, to Kaye,

Louise, and McKinley.

The other dated September the 12th, 1931, to Virginia Lawton.

Exhibits E and F, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Have them so marked.

Mr. Lavender, did the deceased have any other habits

that you were aware of?

You mean the dope?

Telekaught, please.

Sometimes I tried opium, mostly smoke marijuana cigarettes.

Did he ever talk of suicide?

Once.

Hayden said if you wanted to kill yourself,

the best way was a shot in the head.

He said death was instantaneous.

Did he ever say that he might commit suicide?

If he was in a jam, he said he would.

Your witness.

Your name is Richard Lavender, and you are a freelance writer.

Have you had any work published lately?

No, sir.

Have you ever had any work published?

No, sir.

You have been receiving subsistence

from the Department of Veterans Affairs.

Yes, sir.

You have been traded for alcoholism.

Yes, sir.

Was Hayden Clark cheerful the last time you saw him?

Do I guess so?

Then he was not in a suicidal frame of mind.

No.

That's all.

Mr. Lavender, did Hayden Clark confide to you

his feelings for Mrs. Miller?

Yes, he did.

He told me he loved her.

He said it was for real this time.

Was he concerned that he would have to tell her

about his big, amous marriage and his disease?

He was scared he'd lose her.

He was really worked up about that.

Dr. Talman, did you attend the autopsy of Hayden Clark

at the request of the defense?

I did, sir.

And have you an exhibit with you from that autopsy?

I have.

Kindly hand the exhibit to the witness.

Thank you, Dr. You may show the jury.

Oh.

Will you tell his honor and the jury,

is that the skull of the deceased?

It is.

Dr. Hamilton, what is your business?

A ballistic criminologist.

How many years experience have you had in this work?

47.

In how many homicide cases you've been called in

to determine the cause of death?

284.

Is there any way in your vast experience

to determine if death by shooting is suicide or homicide?

Sometimes it's very simple.

In other cases, impossible.

In your expert opinion, can you come to conclusion in this case?

No, I would say so.

Will you tell us your findings?

Give this skull to the jury and please hand me exhibit B.

Microscopic examination of this gun site

showed a residue of blood tissue and smokeless powder.

That means this gun was jammed tight against the head

when the trigger was pulled.

Now, on the skull, the jury will see scorched marks and burns.

You will also see from the damage to the skull

evidence of a big explosion inside the head,

again pointing to the gun being jammed tight against the head

like this.

Now, no man even in sleep will not flinch away from danger.

And no one could have fired this gun so tightly jammed

against the head unless he had the dead man's head in a vice.

No, sir.

In my opinion, there was no homicide.

The hand that held this gun belonged to the deceased.

If the court pleases.

Gentlemen of the jury, when I was a boy at 10 in high school,

I learned by heart a declamation.

Just as an oak stripped of its foliage by winter

stands forth in mighty grandeur against the sky.

So Robert E. Lee stripped of all his rank,

towered above the earth and those around him.

If you will, permit a paraphrase.

William, Newton Lancaster, many thousands of miles from his home,

for months confined in a lonely cell,

penniless, deserted by most, but not all his friends,

stands forth in sheer nobility of character as a brilliant diamond

against the sorry background of this trial.

Be very clear.

He is not charged with his love of Mrs. Miller,

or he could be convicted.

He is not charged with stealing chickens,

or he would be convicted.

He is on trial for the murder of Hayden Clark.

And because the state has not been able to prove his guilt,

he should not be convicted.

Hayden Clark was a young man of apparent charm,

whose life had gone astray.

A writer who could not write, a drinker not allowed to drink,

a biggamous, a drug addict who could not afford his drugs.

He suffered from a recurring disease, which he feared was incurable.

Little wonder that he tried to live with all of this,

and in the end, he could not live with it.

The boy was dead and buried without an autopsy.

A strange admission for the state.

If my client was guilty, a fortunate one for him.

Yet, who was it who signed the request for the disinterment and autopsy?

Why the accused?

Was this the act of a man with something to fear?

Or was it more likely the natural response of a man

with nothing to hide?

And now we come to Mrs. Miller.

I want to say I feel sorry for her,

but I admire her courage that was known only to a small band of aviators.

The courage that kept her in the state and brought her to this courtroom.

But she told the truth.

Her story could not be shaken, even by the state's attorney.

Now, Mrs. Miller may not live up to your standards of chastity and virtue.

But Mrs. Miller is not a liar.

Trials are not mere contests of skill.

Trials are more than games between opposing lawyers.

If I thought that we're indulging here in was mere trickery, mere tactics,

I'd have long since ago found myself another profession.

The only purpose of a court is to determine as far as humanly possible the true facts.

We, that is you and I owe our society one duty.

To see that truth prevails, the innocent are protected,

and to all are given equal and exact justice before the law.

I ask of you this.

Way the evidence, consider it.

And with a verdict of not guilty, send word back to old England from whence we got our common law.

That in American courts justice is still done.

There is administered in a high, fair and solemn fashion for which our fathers fought

and shed their blood.

Jerry's coming back.

I ask of you to take care of the truth.

I ask of you to take care of the truth.

I ask of you to take care of the truth.

I actually await the jury's verdict.

And beside the fate of Captain Bill Lancaster,

in a sensational Hayden Clark murder trial, the jury is now calling back.

You know, if you look up to the court, you'll be able to get the verdict.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Mrs. Miller?

The jury's back.

The judge.

Have you agreed upon your verdict?

We have.

The clerk will read the verdict.

Not guilty.

Thank you.

Thank you.

We will never in any doubt that truth would prevail.

We knew what the verdict of the jury must be weeks ago.

I have seen the face of Hayden Clark in several visions,

and he remembers the truth.

We were never in any doubt that truth would prevail.

We knew what the verdict of the jury must be weeks ago.

I have seen the face of Hayden Clark in several visions,

and he repeatedly told me that my son Billy was innocent.

That is all.

Mrs. Lancaster.

Thank you very much for attending.

Mrs. Lancaster, will you be seeing Captain Lancaster in the near future?

I hope so.

Naturally, they will meet.

They are, after all, husband and wife.

Captain Lancaster.

Mrs. Miller.

It's what you want.

My name is Rogers. FBI.

What have we done?

Overstate you welcome.

So it seems, I have orders here to tell you that if you do not make arrangements

to leave the United States, you will be deported.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Miller, are you going to marry Captain Lancaster?

We'll be seeing him when you're reaching, Glenn.

Why aren't you returning to Australia, Mrs. Miller?

I want to start a new life.

With Captain Lancaster.

Isn't it true he's gone ahead to get a divorce?

Will you marry him?

Please.

Captain Lancaster is going to discuss the matter with his wife.

If and when he is free, I'll marry him.

Yes?

Whatever the New York press has said, or whatever Mrs. Miller may have stated

is of no consequence.

I have been asked to say, on behalf of my daughter-in-law, that there is not,

and never has been any question of divorce.

Goodbye.

I hardly knew them.

You've grown into fine girls.

Yes.

You deserve all the credit for that.

It hasn't been easy.

No.

No, I expect not.

Bill, I can't give you a divorce.

Because my mother hates a chubby.

Your parents have helped me financially with the children.

I imagine that would stop.

Then there's my job.

I've been told I'd lose the post of the divorce person,

and of course there's the church.

It's a rather formidable opposition, taking it all.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Thank you, Cottrix.

Thank you.

This was a rotten idea.

Not the right place at all.

Never mind.

The old dump brings back memories.

It was the first night we met.

Oh.

That party in Baker Street.

Bill, your life had been so much better if we hadn't met.

Don't say that, my love.

It isn't true.

Isn't it?

I'd have ended up running another garage,

giving flying lessons.

What we did.

Nobody can take away from us.

That's right.

We'll have a mess we made of things.

At least we weren't ignored.

Did you get that job?

No.

They said I hadn't enough flying experience.

Bastards.

It's the same with every job.

Nobody talks about the trial, but they've all heard of it.

Lucky old Lancaster.

How did he get off?

Chubby got him a good lawyer.

Stop it.

You can see it in their polite faces.

I can feel it between the shoulders.

Whenever my back is turned,

I can especially feel it in here.

I used to be so proud to belong to this club.

Remember?

Bill?

Now I come here out here to find it.

I can't really bear it.

And they all managed not to look at me.

Somehow find items of great interest in the newspapers

whenever I stop and see them as I find my experience.

Damn them.

Who cares?

I do.

Yes, I know you do.

Even you must wonder.

Sometimes.

What?

Even you.

You stop it?

Let's get out of this bloody place.

I never did like it.

Bunch of snobs, fossils,

taxi derms could stuff them,

and even them they wouldn't notice.

Damn machine.

It's a colloquium.

Always a colloquium.

Thank you.

Bill, you can move in here with me if you want.

Tell with what anyone thinks.

That's a kind, Alfie.

Kind.

Don't talk balls.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Kind.

Don't talk balls.

I've got to make people forget.

There's only one way to do that.

In the air.

The Smithy's plane is for sale.

The Southern Cross Minor.

I can waste the money.

The family will help.

I want to smash the record.

London, they came down.

Bill, that plane's not fast enough.

Twenty miles an hour slower.

No, no, no, no.

If I navigate accurately, the short stops.

You haven't flown for nearly a year?

You think I've forgotten how?

That's why I was in bad territory.

Oh, it was more dangerous the better.

I take the direct route.

Barcelona, Colombia, Char, Trans-A-Hara.

What about maps?

I could fly a plane from.

I hitchhope my way across the desert to Gao.

It's flat all the way.

Flat is the point of yesterday's champagne.

You're a fool.

Do you really need to do it?

Smash the record down to the Cape.

And back again.

I'll give them something different to talk about.

You wait.

Well, you can do it if anybody can.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello.

You were right.

Yes.

I just wanted to say thanks.

We'll see you soon.

I hope so.

When I get back.

Take care.

And Bill.

What?

Promise me.

If anything happens, if you come down,

stay by your plane.

I'll find you.

Just promise me.

I promise.

I'd be the girl.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Sit down this year.

No.

No, thank you for your time.

If six hours behind, I've got to make up time.

Sit down, possible.

Magnus, you can fly this hour without clear visibility.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I should reach guard by three o'clock in the morning.

Could you telegraph them, please, and ask them to rig a light on the airfield?

Thank you, Mr. Boulle.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Fine.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

They're a clean glass.

I'll fly on this compass.

They'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on the compass.

I'll fly on ideas for smarter.

I'll be on the compass.

A quiet Burst

I'll fly on!

We'll ride them all around.

You can slide the lights on.

We'll ride even better.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

I'm going to go.

Drive-on,

Here is the 9 o'clock news

BBC Home Service. There is still no word of aviator Captain Lancaster whose failure to arrive at Gao in

French West Africa yesterday has given rise to anxiety. A search is being mounted in the area.

The French ability authorities are said to be organising a land and air search which is due to

commence as soon as conditions are favourable. The life's going up.

Look Mac, I came here for help not photos. A picture on T'Norra's front page.

Chubby Miller seeks plane to search for Lancaster. That's how I can help you.

The bloody French are sending motor vehicles. Cars for God's sakes.

You know they've complained about the search and the cost of it.

Ah, Chubby Slates French, get that down.

Will you fly the plane?

Yes, just get me one.

The sun is up again.

Hotter than yesterday if there is possible.

I now realise this period of agony in the Sahara is going to be as long to my mind as my whole lifetime.

Truly I am a turning for any wrong done on earth.

I don't want to die.

I want desperately to live.

I am going to ration my water.

One pint a day.

My life depends on strict rationing.

And on staying by the plane.

No matter what.

The French will search.

Or Chubby will come.

I know I can last a week.

But pray God it won't be that long.

Flares every half hour once darkness comes.

They can see them for miles in the desert.

The importer is going to be a good one.

The important thing, the really vital thing is not to be afraid.

I estimate I am 20 miles off course.

And once they begin to search, they'll very quickly find me.

It is clear I am further off course than I thought.

The flares were a success.

They burnt brilliantly.

But no one saw them.

I used a lot of matches.

It's important to keep an account of time.

This is good Friday.

April the 14th.

The third day.

The water is ripening.

Come soon my love.

This is Miller. If I could do anything for you, I would. We have no staff, no planes

that's not worthy, it's the Easter weekend. What's that got to do with it? My people are on holiday.

Even if I had a plan, it wouldn't be ready before Tuesday.

The extremes of temperature are terrible.

When in my day, freezing by night, and first, I never knew it could be like this.

I've got to be strong. Dear God.

Chubby, bring me bath water. Filthy bath water, and I'll drink it all.

This is the only one available, Chubby. It's just damn bad luck. We had to start a major service.

Take at least another two weeks to have it ready.

What about the Havillons or the Air Force? We can try, but I don't think you're going to get much cooperation.

Why not for God's sakes? I can find him.

Maybe, but you know what Bill's parents tell the papers?

Well, I said that any attempt by you to mount a rescue would be against their wishes.

The end of the sixth day. Blessed cool before the night cold.

I have one more moment to be in.

I'm not going to be in the first place.

I'm going to be in the first place.

I'm going to be in the first place.

The end of the sixth day.

Blessed cool before the night cold.

I have one more match, for one more flair.

A poor old plane.

I've had to tear off so much fabric she looks like a broken back dark with lots of feathers missing.

Chubby darling, I've kept my promise, and stuck by the ship.

We are not at all worried, Mrs. Miller. There's no reason for you to consign yourself.

The French are set.

Emote cars. There's a thousand miles of desert.

We have faith. Our son is in splendid physical condition.

Oh, you know that's not true.

Mrs Lancaster.

Sister Red Rose, why don't you get off your knees and tell me you'd rather your son die than me try and find him?

Because that's what it is.

You're upset, Mrs. Miller, or you wouldn't make such wild statements.

Please let me help. Don't stop me finding a plane.

All that can be done is being done.

You just don't know what the desert's like. You've got no idea.

We have nothing else to say, Mrs. Miller.

Look, the heat burns, but he'll fight to stay alive.

And he'll count on me to try and find him.

Dear God, let me help.

Let you help.

You?

Please.

Like you helped him turn his back on his loved ones, to abandon his wife and children, and to embroil him in a sordid, sickening case.

The day you walked into my house, Mrs. Miller, to help my son, was the last day any of us had one moment of happiness.

I can find him. I swear to you.

You better go now.

Look, he'll stay by the wreck.

That plane, the Southern Cross Minor, has accomplished bias.

It swings west to west-sour west. The red rose had the same fault.

Don't you see? I could find him.

At least I'd have a chance, but you're preventing me even finding a plane.

I'll see you out.

Don't do this, please.

Make her leave us, Edward.

Come along, Mrs. Miller.

Look, if he's found, I swear. I'll never see him again.

We have no fear. Our son has courage and stamina.

And he has our prayers.

The

beginning of the eighth day has dawned. It is still cool.

I have no water.

I'm waiting patiently.

Come soon, please.

Perhaps you're expecting her to despair.

I portal to this place to St

greener than his usual.

title.

Oh,anny how are..

oh, virtues,

prisoner,

Let us know how long we have spoken.

swore enough great evidence.

trial.

prayers.

A French military patrol found the body of Bill Lancaster in 1962.

It was 29 years after his crash and 8-day vigil in the desert.

Chubby Miller eventually remarried and settled in England.

He died in 1972.