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have clearance, Clarence.
- Roger, Roger.
What's our vector, Victor?
- I want radio clearance. Over.
- That's Clarence Oveur. Over.
- Roger.
- Huh?
- Roger. Over.
- Huh? Who?
Do you feel all right, sir?
Oh, I haven't flown for a long time.
Good evening.
This is Captain Oveur speaking.
We'll be cruising
at 36,000 feet this evening...
Relax and enjoy your flight.
Would you like something to read?
Do you have anything light?
How about this leaflet,
"Famous Jewish Sports Legends"?
Yes. Thank you.
- Ted! What are you doing here?
- I've got to talk to you.
You shouldn't have come.
I don't have time now.
- Stewardess?
- Excuse me.
But...
No wonder you're upset. She's lovely.
And a darling figure.
Supple, pouting breasts, firm thighs.
It's a shame you two
don't get along.
Yes, I know.
Things used to be different.
I remember when we first met.
It was during the war.
I was in the air force,
stationed in Drambuie,
off the Barbary Coast.
I used to hang out
at the Magumba Bar.
It was a rough place.
The seediest dive on the wharf,
populated with every reject and
cut-throat from Bombay to Calcutta.
It was worse than Detroit.
The mood in the place was ugly.
You wouldn't be there unless
you knew how to use your fists.
A fight broke out almost every night.
I didn't go there that night
to fall in love.
I just wanted a couple of drinks.
And suddenly, there she was.
I was captivated, entranced.
It hit me like a thunderbolt.
I had to asked this guy to pinch me
to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I was afraid to approach her,
but that night, fate was on my side.
We laughed, we talked, we danced.
I never wanted it to end.
I guess I still don't.
Enough about me. I hope
this hasn't been boring for you.
Whenever I talk about Elaine,
I get carried away.
I lose all track of time.
Would you like to order dinner?
Joey will have steak.
We'll have fish.
When can I see the cockpit?
The pilots are probably too busy
flying the plane for that.
Aw, gee whizz!
I'll talk to the captain
and see what I can arrange.
Gee, that'd be swell!
Would you care to order your dinners?
I would like the steak, please.
I'll have the fish.
Excuse me, I happened to be passing.
I thought you might like some coffee.
That's very nice of you. Thank you.
- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.
- Cream?
- No, I take it black.
Like my men.
Ted, I never knew
I could be so happy.
These past few months
have been wonderful.
Tomorrow, why don't we drive
to that little seafood place and...
- What's the matter?
- My orders came through.
My squadron ships out tomorrow.
We're bombing the storage depots
at Daiquiri at 1800 hours.
We're coming in
from the north, below their radar.
When will you be back?
I can't tell you that.
It's classified.
Oh, Ted, please be careful.
I worry about you so much.
I love you, Elaine.
I love you.
Flight 209er,
this is Denver flight control.
You're approaching rough weather.
Please climb to 42,000 feet.
- Roger, Denver.
- We have a visitor.
Hello.
Captain Oveur, Mr Murdock,
and Mr Basta, this is Joey Hammen.
- Hi, Joey.
- Come up here.
This is for special visitors.
Would you like to have it?
- Thank you. Thanks a lot.
- Sure. Ever been in a cockpit?
No, I've never been up
in a plane before.
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
- Shall I check the weather?
- No, why don't you take care of it?
Joey, do you ever hang around
a gymnasium?
- We'd better get back.
- No, Joey can stay for a while.
- Could I?
- OK, if you don't get in the way.
Flight 209er to Denver,
climbing to cruise at 42,000.
Will report again over Lincoln.
Over and out.
Wait a minute, I know you.
You're Kareem Abdul Jabbar.
You play basketball
for the Los Angeles Lakers.
Sorry, you have me confused
with someone else.
My name's Roger Murdock.
I'm the co-pilot.
You are Kareem! I've seen you play.
My dad's got season tickets.
You should go back to your seat now.
Right,
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