EXT. BASE CAMP. MORNING
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Almásy and Madox head
for Madox's elderly silver Tiger Moth. They turn the machine around
like a toy pointing it in the right direction for takeoff: During this
Almásy complains and Madox mediates--there's a suspicion that
this is a familiar dynamic.
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ALMÁSY: They're tourists
MADOX: Absolute rot. They come highly recommended from the Royal Geographic. She's charming and has read everything, he's meant to be a ruddy good pilot.
ALMÁSY: We don't need another pilot.
MADOX: He can make aerial maps of the entire area.
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ALMÁSY: You can't explore
from the air, Madox. If you could explore from the air, life would be
very simple.(he primes the propeller)
Contact. |
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Madox slips on his goggles and turns on the engine. MADOX: Contact. Almásy spins the propeller. It flashes into life. |
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