(SA) Wings Of Gold

In tonight's story, Wings of Gold, Ron Evans brings us a drama set high above the jungles of South America. What a drink, sir. Whiskey, sir. Gratius. Will that be all, sir?

Here. Keep this sealed and full of to the pillow. Sorry, sir. We're not allowed to communicate with the pilot during flight. You'd better quit it. If you want to get back to the ground in one piece.

What do you mean? I mean that this briefcase on my knee contains enough explosive to blast us all to eternity. Will you take this note to be built? To some, Mr. J. What is it, Wendy?

There's a nut among the passengers. He looks like a Peruvian or Chilean. Well, most of them are. No, I mean he wants to... to hide out the plane, I think. You think? Well, he says he's got a bone in his briefcase.

I've kept calm there. Uh, did you point out that he'll blow himself up along with it? No, but he gave me this note. You read it, Reg. That... Well, it doesn't say what he wants or anything.

We're to keep on course and await his instructions. I see. Okay, that better call Caracas and tip him off. Yeah, San Diego too. What should I do? You carry on as though nothing's happened. We'll deal with it from here.

But he'd either want to come up here or we'll give you another message. Look, there's nothing to panic about at this stage. In the meantime, just ignore him. It's not going to be easy. Right, so who keep Wendy cool?

Well, what are we going to do? He'll keep on course, as he says, and just wait. I want to know what he's up to. Well, I'm going off to see what this light looks like.