engineering problem.
But you gotta ask. Was anything this big
ever supposed to fly?
There goes one wing section.
160 feet long with four engine housings.
Double that and you've got some idea
of the wingspread.
An airplane that challenges
a mountain for sheer size.
How long can they keep us grounded?
Until they finish investigating
the Reading crash. Could be months.
You're running a $ 14 million deficit. How
will you afford to keep them out of service?
- We go international, we'll make it up.
- Brewster's C.A.B. Bill isn't going away.
That bill passes,
and you bought these for nothing.
- We're fighting the C.A.B. Bill.
- Meanwhile, how do we keep TWA flying?
Don't say, "Just go to Tool Co." We're
pumping every cent into The Hercules...
...which the Air Force
doesn't even want anymore.
I'm glad Jack is feeling sunny about things,
but I've seen the books.
I'm telling it straight. I'm not crying wolf.
We're in serious trouble.
You've gotta make a choice.
You wanna be bankrupted
by the big plane or by the big airline?
Go see Thomas Parkinson
at the Equitable in New York.
Get a loan against
all the TWA equipment and capital.
Use the planes as collateral. Hell, use the
desks, use the pens, use everything we got.
- Try to get me 40 million.
- And if TWA defaults on the loan?
Then Juan Trippe buys us cheap.
Under my bed! You put a goddamn
microphone under my bed!
Listen to me.
I am concerned about you.
- I just wanna make sure you're okay.
- And who is in that car?!
It's been with me 24 hours a day.
That car is for your protection!
The only one I need protection from is you,
you sick bastard!
You don't own me, Howard.
I'm not one of your teenage whores
or some damn airplane.
I'll have them take all the bugs out.
I need to know where you are.
- Why?!
- Because I worry about you, that's why.
Bullshit!
What do you mean, "all the bugs"?
What do you mean, "all the bugs"?
There's more.
How many?
I don't know, 12.
Twelve, maybe, and on the telephones.
Oh, Christ, Howard, on the telephone?
You listen to my phone calls?
No, no, honey, I would never do that.
I'd never do that.
I just read the transcripts, that's all.
What do you wanna know, Howard?
Was I screwing Artie Shaw last night?
Was I screwing Sinatra the night before?
You bet.
Everyone said you were a lunatic,
I didn't listen.
It's no wonder Kate Hepburn
dumped your demented ass!
Shut your goddamn mouth.
Get out, you pathetic freak.
Get out!
Is everything all right, sir?
Take out all the bugs, huh?
Except for the one
on the bedroom phone.
Sir, the FBI are at the house.
This is outrageous! Everything here is the
private property of Hughes Productions.
- My legal counsel is on the way...
- Federal warrant.
Don't interfere with the search, sir.
Dateline: Los Angeles.
Howard Hughes has a new houseguest.
No. It's not another beautiful starlet.
This time it's the FBI.
Noah. You've got to help. This is
the 10th time they have been here.
Rumor has it that agents
working for Senator Owen Brewster...
...have practically taken up residence
in the aviation mogul's home.
Look, I mean, they are touching things.
- Noah, they are touching things.
- Just keep yourself calm...
...and I'll be down there
as soon as I can. Howard.
Howard?
Howard?
Howard, hello.
- Nice to see you again.
- Good to see you. Come on inside.
- Emma, you can start up lunch now.
- Yes, sir.
Well, really lovely room.
It's nicely decorated.
Thank you. Here, have a seat.
Thanks for coming by.
I thought you and I
should have a chance to talk privately.
You know, outside the office.
Well...
...I appreciate that, Owen.
So you're coming out pretty strong
against the C.A.B. Bill.
- You're coming on pretty strong for it.
- Well, it's my bill, Howard, you know.
Look, I believe sincerely
that America cannot afford...
...to have