The Set-Up: Tragedy has struck the flight-service run by Geoff Carter (Cary Grant)out of the banana-port of Baranca. On this rainy, wind-swept night, a flight over the Andes has been thrown into jeopardy when condors, spooked by the sound of the its engines, crashed into the plane and through the wind-screen, disabling the navigator Kid Dabb (Thomas Mitchell), and causing a fire in one of the engines that severely burns the pilot, Bat MacPherson (Richard Barthlemess). MacPherson, years earlier, had disgraced himself, jumping from a damaged plane that crashed, killing his mechanic. As Fate would have it, that mechanic was Dabb's younger brother, and "The Kid" has never been able to forget, or forgive MacPherson. Now, MacPherson, fighting fire and severe weather has brought the plane in for a crash-landing--both men injured, but Kid Dabb, critically. A doctor tries to make him comfortable on this rainy night, the entire crew of the service hovering near their older colleague. Action!
Kid Dabb: [Wounded and laid out on a table after the crash, he gets annoyed at the doctor attending to him] Okay, doc, that's fine, that's fine. Cut it out, come one. Geoff, tell this guy to quit fussing with me, willya? I'm all right.
Geoff Carter: Let him alone. doc. [The doctor backs away and stands with the other pilots, who are watching behind Carter]
Dabb: Cigarette, papa?
Carter: Sure [He holds the cigarette to the Kid's mouth] Here.
Dabb: How's the other guy?
Carter: Hands burned and one side of his face.
Dabb: He's all right, Geoff. He could have jumped, but he didn't. He just sat there and took it like it was an ice cream soda. Buy him a drink for me, will ya?
Carter: Sure I will.
Dabb: Hadn't been for those birds, we'd have made it.
Carter: Sure you would.
Dabb: I'd make a windshield at an angle. Then they'd bounce off.
Carter: Not a bad idea.
Dabb: I'll make a present of it, papa. When I get on my feet, we'll work it out. Or will we?
Carter: Your neck's broken, Kid.
Dabb: Funny. Wondered why I couldn't feel anything.
Dabb: Well I guess this is it, then.
Dabb: Bad sport. Gee. [He suddenly tenses up]
Carter: What is it, fella?
Dabb: Get that bunch outta here, quick.
Carter: [To the others in the room] Get out of here. Hurry up. You, too, doc. Use both feet. [They leave. Carter turns back to the Kid]
Carter: What is it, fella? Come on, you can tell me.
Dabb: I didn't want them to see me.
Carter: Sure, sure.
Dabb: I'm not scared, Geoff.
Carter: Of course you're not.
Dabb: It's just that--it's like doing something new. Like when I made my first solo--I didn't want anybody watching then either.
Dabb: I don't know how good I'm gonna be at this.
Carter: Do you want me to go too?
Dabb: I'd hate to pull a boner in front of you, Geoff.
Carter: Sure, sure I know.
Carter: Here y'are, boy. [He gives him a last puff on his cigarette] So long, Kid.
Dabb: So long, Geoff. [Carter, with the cigarette in his mouth, walks out into the night rain]