That Girl (1966–1971): Season 3, Episode 2 - The Hi-Jack and the Mighty - full transcript

There you are, ma'am. Would
you like red wine or white wine?

Red? Mm-hmm. That'll be fine.

Good. Oh! Little bump there.

Yes, sir. Coming. Uh-huh.

Just a minute. Well. Yes, sir.

Would you like red
wine or white wine?

White wine? Yes,
sir. Here you... are.

[door buzzer] Come in!

Hi, Trans-Eastern,
non-scheduled airline girl.

Oh, hi, Donald. Isn't it great?

I'm proud of you,
and very excited



over the prospect of keeping
company with a wealthy girl.

[chuckles] What are ya doing?

I'm practicing. Watch.

Hello there, sir. Would you
care for red or white wine?

Oh, I'm sorry, but no smoking.

Please fasten your seat
belt, sir. Mm-hmm. How's that?

Fine, but why on
the teeter-totter?

Well, I figure if I can serve
wine from the teeter-totter board,

I can serve wine anywhere.

There we are. No, we're not.

Honey, you're not gonna
have to serve wine anywhere.

Yes, I am. They want me to
get some practical experience.

Go ride on a real flight.
Pretend to be a real stewardess.

Okay, now stand back.
I don't wanna splash.



Don't worry about me,
worry about your passengers.

Uh, I beg your pardon, madam. I
hope you're wearing a drip-dry mink.

You see, our stewardess is
about to serve you some wine,

and she happens to
be a little unbalanced.

In more ways than
one. Donald, please.

I'm just warning
the passengers. Sir?

Sir, that looks like
a very fine jacket.

If I were you, sir,
and I liked my jacket,

I'd go on the wagon
for an hour or so.

Oh, Donald, will you stop
clowning around? I'm getting it.

Watch: Red or white, madam?

Uh, take white,
lady. Red stains.

Ooh! Ooh. See? You
wouldn't listen to me.

Oh, watch, watch. Look
how great I'm doing it

See? Isn't that great? Mm-hmm.

Uh, folks. Folks, this is Donald
Hollinger, your captain, saying

that he, too, is a
little unbalanced,

because out of seven million
females in the city of New York,

I, Donald Hollinger,
had to pick that girl.

♪♪ [theme]

Frankly, honey, I don't think
you're ready to go into action yet.

When are you supposed to
make this flight? On Friday.

I go from New York to Miami,
and then I come back on Sunday.

They're giving me an extra
day in Miami. Sort of a... a bonus!

Hey. Hey, I could add
to that bonus. I will.

I'll throw me in on
top of their bonus.

What are you talking
about? I'll go with you.

How can you do that?
Well, I can take a day off,

and we can spend Saturday in
Miami together. Oh, Donald, that's...

[knocking] sensational.

Come in.

What's going on here? Daddy.

Don't you ever go home?
Don't you know anybody else?

Daddy, first say hello,
then start attacking.

Hello. What's so sensational?

Oh, I got this
airline commercial.

And I have to make
a real flight. In the air.

To Miami. In Florida.

I leave on Friday, and I
come back on Sunday.

And Donald and I were just
talking about that when we realized...

Donald and I... that that meant on
Saturday I'd just be dangling down there.

All by myself. All alone. So...

So, he offered to come down
and dangle with you. Right?

Right.

Do you think it's proper for a
young woman and a young man

to go away together
for the weekend? Well...

What could we do in Miami
that we can't do in New York?

Ann... Oh, well, I
mean, if we wanted to?

Ann! Wh-Which we don't!

Necessarily. What
does that mean?

Well, all it means is that
Donald's going along for the ride.

Hmph. Some ride. Taking
a girl across six states.

Uh, Mr. Marie. I am not
taking her across six states.

Why does it have to be Miami?

It isn't bad enough
you ruin her reputation,

you have to put her
life in danger too?

What's so dangerous about Miami?

Every time a plane takes off in
Miami, somebody hijacks it to Cuba.

Daddy, that's only
happened a couple of times.

The next time, it's not
going to be a stopover.

The next time, Castro keeps the
plane and he keeps the people on it, too.

Mr. Marie, let me assure you
that... Please, assure me of nothing.

But Daddy... Ann, please.
You're a grown woman.

I realize I no longer have
the right to tell you what to do.

If you think it's all right to go away
on weekends with all kinds of men,

then I say, do it... if that's
what you think is right.

And if by any chance,
you should get back,

you might give your
mother and me a call.

Not so much for my
sake, but for your mother's.

[door slams] Daddy!

Oh, Daddy!

Oh! [sighs]

Well? Well, what?

What do we do?
Just what he said.

We do what we think is right.

And feel guilty every
minute we're doing it.

That's the whole idea.
What do you mean?

To be so busy feeling guilty
when you're not doing something

that you haven't got time to do something
you could really feel guilty about.

[engines whirring]

Oh! This is gonna be so
much fun for me, Terry.

Welcome aboard
Trans-Eastern Flight 306,

probably non-stop to Miami.

Probably? [blowing air]

Don't tell me
you're superstitious.

Well, not really. I just
don't like to take chances.

[blowing] This way I'm sure.

Who have we here?
Oh, this is Captain Riley,

and our navigator, Bill
Crawford. This is Ann Marie.

How do you do? I'm
not really a stewardess.

Oh, that's okay.
He's not really a pilot.

[laughs, blows]
Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

This is so exciting. What
kind of an airplane is this?

Well, we're not sure.

You-You mean, you've
never flown it before?

Oh, no. Not this one. It
just arrived this morning.

Oh! Oh, I see.

In a great big box of cereal.

[chuckles] Oh,
that's enough, now.

Don't waste any charm
on them. Both of them

are old married men
with a gang of children.

Spoilsport. [laughs] Come on.

I'll show you where to put this.

Oh. Here come the
customers. Take over.

Me? Right now? So
soon? You can do it.

Who talks first? Well,
sometimes you, sometimes them.

Oh, you mean,
just ad lib it? Right.

Good morning, everybody.
Welcome aboard.

Oh, yes, sir. "3A" and "3B,"
right that way to the right.

Good morning, ma'am.
Good morning, sir.

"4D" right there to
the left. Thank you, sir.

Good morning, sir. It's a
pleasure to have you aboard.

Please! The pleasure is
mine! Oh, thank you, sir.

"6B." Right that way, and
on the right. Thank you.

Good morning, ma'am.
"3C," it's right there.

Good morning, ma'am.

I have to sit near the center
of gravity, or I throw up.

Oh! Oh, I'm sure we
can take care of that.

Uh, Terry? Here,
let me help you.

Okay. Good morning, ma'am.

Oh, yes, that's
fine. Right to the left.

Thank you, sir,
yes. Right to the left.

Good morning, sir. It's a
pleasure to have you aboard.

You're a new girl.
[chuckles] Yes. I guess I am.

I'm a doctor. Oh, how wonderful!

Actually, I didn't start
out to be a doctor.

What happened was, I
met this nurse, and, well,

she sort of got me interested in
medicine... Doctor Binswanger,

would you please take your seat;
we're running a little short of time.

Thank you! Nice, but weird.

Oh, I'll take care of this one.

Do you know him?
Donald Hollinger.

Writes for Newsview
magazine. Lives alone.

Makes good money.
Unattached. Unattached to what?

To anybody. How
do you know all that?

Research, honey. You don't
think I get to the airport early

for the love of flying, do you?

That's the only part
of the job I don't like.

Oh, welcome aboard,
Mr. Hollinger. Thank you.

We're so happy to
have you on our flight.

I'm Terry. And any
little thing you need,

or you're not getting
enough of, just call on me.

Well, uh, thank you,
Terry. Thank you very much.

I'll help you to your seat.

Oh, excuse me.
G-Good morning, sir.

May I have your
ticket, please? Oh, fine.

Well! Welcome aboard,
Mister Gracie. Gracias.

Oh, excuse me. Welcome
aboard, Mr. Gracias.

No, no, no, no. My name is
Gracie. I merely said "thank you."

Oh, I had a feeling that was it.

I just didn't want
to be rude, and just

come right out with it
and say, "you're welcome."

Yes. Well, welcome aboard,
Mr. Gracie, and my name is Ann Marie.

If there's anything you want,
and you're not getting plenty of,

well you just call on me.

My seat is back there.

"2A." "2A"?

Oh, yes. Th-That
would be back there.

That's a wonderful seat.

[whispers] Somebody
back there wants you.

Excuse me.

Oh, I forgot your ticket, Yes.

Excuse me, sir.

Daddy! Oh, Daddy, you didn't
have to come down and see me off.

I'm not seeing you
off. I'm going with you.

You're kidding!

I thought you told me
to do what I think is right?

I did. I just want to
make sure that what

you think is right is
what I think is right.

What you're saying
is, you don't trust me.

Well as far as I'm concerned,
you're not even on this plane.

You're a total stranger.
Okay. Nice to meet you, miss.

If you don't mind,
that's my seat.

Mr. Marie. What
are you doing here?

I went home and thought
about your going to Miami

with my daughter
dispassionately.

The more dispassionately I
thought about it, the angrier I got.

That answer your question?

Completely.

Here's the paper you
requested, sir. Thank you, miss.

Here's your Chicago
paper, ma'am.

Oh, Mr. Gracie. Wouldn't
you like something to read?

A magazine or a newspaper?

You have something in Spanish?

In Spanish? I
don't know. I, uh...

Let's see. Oh, good! Here's
La Prensa, from Havana, Cuba.

Gracias. De nada.

Mr. Gracie, why don't you take your
coat off? You look very uncomfortable?

Oh, for heaven's sakes, now stand up. Just
a second and you'll be all comfortable.

Good, let me help you
here. Good, isn't that... better?

Yes. Why don't you
just sit down and, uh...

And you'll be a lot more
comfortable. Good. Good.

And don't worry about
your coat. I'll just...

I'll take fine care of it. I'll
just hang it up back there.

If there's anything you want,
you just call on me. [sighs]

[softly] Terry? Terry,
I've got to talk to you.

What's the matter? In
the galley. In the galley.

I have to pass these things
out. It'll be okay. There you are.

Here you are,
sir. Enjoy your trip.

What's the matter? I don't know.

Ann seems to be
upset about something.

Ann, what is it? Brace yourself.

I'm braced, I'm braced. Tell me.

That Latin man has a gun. A gun?

And he asked for a newspaper.
What's wrong with that?

A Spanish newspaper, Terry.
A Havana, Cuba newspaper.

I gave it to him,
and he's reading it.

Don't you think that's strange?

Well, what else do you
do with a newspaper?

But he sounds Cuban.
He looks Cuban.

He reads Cuban.
I think he's Cuban.

And I also have a feeling he's going
to want to go a lot further than Miami.

Well, you just slap his face.

Something is wrong. I'll go see
if I can find out what's the matter.

Now don't you tell
anybody else. Don't worry.

Ann, what is it? What's
the matter? I can't tell you.

Can't tell me what? That
there's a man aboard with a gun

reading a Spanish newspaper that's gonna
hijack the plane and take us all to Cuba.

Ann! That is not not telling!

But we know each other.

Well, that's pretty sneaky.

Honey, there could be some
mistake. Not about the gun, Donald.

I saw the gun with my
own, two living eyes.

Well maybe he's carrying it for
another reason. What other reason?

Oh, Donald, please, be logical.

[no audible dialogue]

Look, I better get back.
He's makin' people nervous.

You know, I almost wish
we were goin' to Cuba.

If there's anything Castro
deserves, it's your father.

Oh, Donald, please. You're the
two men I love most in this world.

Please don't fight with him at a time
like this. It isn't a time like this yet.

See what the captain
says. All right, Donald.

But in the meantime, if the
man starts shooting at everybody,

duck, and remember I love you.

What is it? What's the
matter? Nothing, Mr. Marie.

Don't tell me nothing. When
my daughter's eyebrows

turn into two exclamation
points, something's the matter.

Anything wrong with the plane?
What's wrong with the plane?

[Donald] Shh. Nothing
is wrong with the plane.

The plane is absolutely all
right. It's perfect. Just perfect.

What's the matter? I'm a doctor.

Don't say anything, but
something's wrong with the plane.

Since when do you know if a
plane's all right? Mr. Marie, please.

Lower your voice.
The plane is all right.

You start yelling now, and you're
gonna make everybody nervous.

It's just that Ann thought
she saw something. What?

What did she see? Engine
on fire? We're out of gas.

There's a hole in the plane. Either
you tell me, or I'll find out for myself.

N... Mr. Marie, please.

Look. Ann thought she saw a
man up front carrying a gun. A gun!

[both] A gun?

Who's got a gun?

Somebody's got a gun,
keep it quiet. Pass it on.

Somebody's got a gun.
Somebody's got a gun!

Shh!

Somebody's got a gun!
Somebody's got a gun!

You're sure it was a
gun? Oh, Captain Riley,

there is one thing that simply
does not look like anything else.

And that's a gun. Especially a hidden
one, that you can only see partially.

What's his name again?

Gracie. Manuel Gracie.

What's going on here? Oh, Daddy!

Sir, will you please take your
seat? Look, this is my daughter,

and I want to know
what's going on.

Oh, Daddy, please do
what Captain Riley says.

I'll tell you all
about it later.

You mean, somebody
really does have a gun? Shh!

I'm going to radio New York.

Now, please don't
start any rumors.

The one thing we
don't need is a panic.

Panic? You hear that?
He's expecting a panic.

He saying he doesn't want one.

Daddy, will you stop worrying?
There's nothing to worry about.

Everything is
gonna be all right.

And if it isn't, I want
you to know that I'm sorry

for all the things I ever
did that made you mad.

And when I said you didn't
trust me, I didn't mean it.

I always knew,
deep down, you did.

I understand, sweetheart.
If we ever get out of this,

I'll never object to
anything you want to do.

Live alone. Go to
Miami with 40 guys.

Better that than spend
the rest of your life in Cuba.

Mr. Gracie is
just sitting quietly.

I don't think he suspects
we know anything. Oh, good.

Who's Mr. Gracie? He's
the man with the gun.

You know him? Well, of
course I don't know him,

but his name is on
the passenger list.

What's happening? I'll tell you. My
daughter knows a man by the name of...

Shh! Please be quiet! The
passengers are watching you two.

Now, act normal.

This is normal for both of them.

Daddy, show them we're
not concerned. Smile.

Let's make lunch.
That'll ease the tension.

Mr. Marie? What's the matter?

Would you stop smiling?
You're frightening everyone.

Thank you. Now, will you
please take your seats?

Here they come!

Well, Hollinger, this
looks like the finish.

You know what they
do to civilians in Cuba?

They either put 'em in
jail or shoot 'em as spies.

Know how big the
cockroaches are in Cuba?

Now, Mr. Marie...

Please. I'm a big enough
man to face the facts.

And I say, when it's all
over, make your peace.

You know, you're really
not such a bad guy.

I'm sure Ann could
have done a lot worse.

Under any other circumstances,

I wouldn't mention
a thing like this,

but you do have
certain good qualities.

Well, thank you.

That's very nice,
Mr. Marie. Thank you.

Well, isn't there something
you'd care to say about me?

Uh, yes, sir.

But under the circumstances,
I'm willing to let it pass.

New York has no
information on him.

We're going to check with Miami.

Isn't there something we
can do in the meantime?

Maybe I can get the passengers
to sing hymns or something.

I don't want anybody
to do anything.

Not until he makes a move.

He might have a
permit to carry that gun,

and we don't want
to accuse him until...

What's this about a
crazy person on the plane?

There's no crazy
person on the plane.

You can tell me, I'm a doctor.

Believe me, sir, there is no
crazy person on this plane.

Now, why don't you have a
cup of coffee and calm down?

Okay.

He... he's got two
guns and a knife!

And a beard with crazy eyes!

Please, Mr. Hoffman, take
your seat. Nothing's wrong.

He's a crazy man!

Tell me the truth. I'm a doctor.

I can stand a
whole bunch of pain.

Please, Doctor. Just relax.

Here. Have something to eat.

It'll take your mind off things.

It's all right, really.

Just calm yourself. I'll
get you a glass of water

Bulging eyes! I know.

What's the matter?

What's going on back there?

I've been sitting here, hearing
these noises all the time.

Ma'am, please take your seat.

He's getting up.

Don't let him go in there!

He's got a gun!

[passengers yelling]

Wait! What are you
trying to do to me?

Don't hurt him,
just knock him out.

Hold him.

Hit him again... I'm a doctor.

What's going on?

Captain, he had a gun!

Please, quiet down
now. It's all over.

Everything's under control.
Please sit down, please.

Let's get him to the galley
and tie him up. All right.

Oh, did you see the way he
hit him? That was wonderful.

Let us through, folks, please.

[muffled shouting]

Get his legs.

[muffled shouting] Got 'em!

Folks, it was my daughter
here who spotted the gun.

If it weren't for her, do you
know where we'd all be?

In a Cuban prison camp for the
next 25 years, that's where we'd all be.

Such a wonderful stewardess.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

But I really can't take
credit for being a stewardess.

In real life, I'm an actress.

A very brave actress.

Amazing girl. Thank you.

And her legs aren't bad either.

I case you didn't notice,

I got a pretty good
whack at him, too.

Yes, I was gonna mention that.

You certainly did,
Mrs. Stevenson.

I think we should all be
grateful this girl was aboard.

Oh, thank you.

But it was really teamwork
is what it actually was.

Don't be modest. Oh, Daddy.

This may well be
your finest moment.

Oh, Daddy, will you sit down.

Now, everybody just settle down.

We're gonna serve lunch.

All right, folks,
back to your seats.

It's all over now. Please.

Well, I wouldn't be a bit
surprised if Trans-Eastern

didn't give you some
kind of a bonus or reward.

Oh, thank you, Captain.

But my reward
is... Is the gratitude

of all these sweet
and wonderful people.

I finally got through to
Miami. What'd they say?

They say for us to stay out of
it and let Mr. Gracie handle it.

Of course. That would
have solved everything...

If we just let
Mr. Gracie handle it?

Uh, he's a private
investigator for the airline

assigned to this flight
to prevent hijacking.

Which one is he?

Well, uh...

Well, uh, he's the
one that we've got...

tied up back there.

You're kidding. No, I'm serious.

Donald, where are you?

Let's get him outta there.

Apparently, everybody
moved a little too fast.

But I'm sure... Excuse me.

Get that gag out of his mouth.

Oh, Donald. I'll bet the airline's
gonna hold this against me.

That's a good bet, honey.

Sir, if we had any
idea, but we didn't.

Believe me, we're sorry. Sorry?

If you had listened to me!

But no! Her you listened to!

We'll radio the company.

I'm sure they'll make
it up to you, Mr. Gracie.

Aaahhh!

Why couldn't you mind
your own business?

Coffee, tea, or milk!
That is your business!

Catching hijackers
is my business!

Well, why didn't you say
something? Even in Spanish?

Somebody would have translated.

Nobody would give me a chance!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm
afraid apologies are in order.

Mr. Gracie works
for the airline.

Who's Mr. Gracie? I am Gracie!

I'm a private investigator!

Binswanger. I'm a doctor.

You mean this is all
a mistake? A beauty.

I ought to charge everyone
of you with assault and battery!

Thank heavens I
never touched him.

This is all her
fault! She started it!

I know one thing,
I'll never ever

fly a Trans-Eastern
non-scheduled plane again ever!

Oh, please. Don't
blame the company.

It's not their fault.

I told you I'm not
a real stewardess.

I'm an actress. An actress?

It's ridiculous...
in spite of her legs.

You'd think a doctor would
show a little more sympathy.

Honey, everyone
wouldn't be so angry

unless they were a
little guilty themselves.

All right, folks, it's all over.

Sir, would you
please take your seat?

What about her?

You can't let an emotionally disturbed
human being run loose among us.

Wish I'd said that.

Miss, I think you better sit
out the rest of the trip, please.

Yes, Captain.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh,
boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.

Honey, don't take it so hard.

Incidentally, forget what I said

about your not
being such a bad guy.

We go back to the way
things were in New York.

Come on, Ann. So
you made a mistake.

Listen, I was almost
fooled by that guy.

Don't cry, honey.

Oh, I'm not gonna cry.

So I won't be the
Trans-Eastern airline girl.

I'll be somebody else's girl.

Uh, how 'bout mine?

That's a great idea.

Hi there.

I'm your Donald Hollinger girl.

How does that sound?

Ahem!

Not necessarily to you, Daddy.

So, even though it
was hardly necessary,

I went over to the agency
and got the official word.

I am not gonna be the new
Trans-Eastern airline girl.

They said they needed a girl
to create an image, not kill one.

What's the matter with them? You only
made a mistake in the air, not on the air.

Oh, I don't blame them.

Anyway, who cares?

I mean... outside of me.

Don't worry, honey. You'll
get another proposition.

Oh, I already did!

Coming out of the
building, I ran into...

"Hello, baby. I'm a doctor."

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