All language subtitles for The.Langoliers.1995.DVDRip.x264-HANDJOB

The white zone is for
unloading of passengers only.

No parking.

Do not leave your car
unattended.

She's just
an innocent bystander.

So what's new?

Tell 'em I won't do it.
It has to be done by next Thursday, Nick.

And make sure
it happens in Boston, where he lives.

I'll see you in London on Saturday.
We'll have a pint to celebrate.

The white zone is for immediate
loading and unloading of passengers.

No parking.

Do not leave your car
unattended.

Unattended vehicles
are subject to immediate towing.

Mr. Toomey? Mr. Toomey!

Thank god I caught you.

I checked over the figures
on those foreign bonds you bought.

It turns out you haven't
made $43 million, you've lost it.

I know. You know?

Of course. I'm the head of the bond
department. Talk to you from Boston.

Rgmr. Toomey,
you can't go to Boston.

All of these transactions
were personally authorized by you.

The board of directors
will crucify you! I know.

That's why I have to go.

Just relax.
Everything's gonna be fine.

In fact,
it's gonna be wonderful.

There's something strange
inside that man's head.

Later, Dinah.

You wanna tell me
why you're going to Boston?

Doris,
I'm not gonna tell you, and you know it.

But this is so unlike you, flying off
to some strange city for no reason,

not even telling
your best friend why.

Ap flight 29 to Boston... oh,
gosh, that's my flight.

I gotta go. Good-bye.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Flight 29 to Boston departing from gate 51.

Um, bye. Bye.

Damn these gauges.
They don't tell us anything.

That pressure leak
could've been anywhere.

Don't worry about it.
It's the engineer's problem.

How can I not worry?
You know what a pressure blowout can do.

We were all damn near
human pate.

Oh, man.

- Maybe I've been
doing this for too long. -

Captain Engle? Yeah.

We couldn't find
that pressure leak anywhere.

This isn't about
the leak, captain.

- Could I talk to you outside, please?
- Why? What's wrong?

Outside, please.

You wanna tell me
what's going on?

It's about your wife.

My wife... oh.
You mean my ex-wife. We're divorced.

Why? What about her?

There's been an accident.

Perhaps you'd better
come up to my office.

What about Annie?
How badly has she been hurt?

Is she dead?

Yes. I'm afraid she is.

There was a fire
in her apartment.

Are you all right, captain?

Yeah.

It's just a shock, that's all.

There's a red-eye leaving
for Boston right now.

You can deadhead back on it
if you want.

Yeah, I guess I'd better.

Ladies and gentlemen,

American pride
flight 29 to Boston...

Is now boarding passengers
in all rows.

Looks like a full flight.

Yeah, I guess.
What's the weather like?

Clouds at 20,000 feet
from great plains all the way to Boston.

Oh, and we've had sightings of the
Aurora borealis over the mojave desert.

Northern lights?
Over California at this time of year?

Who knows?
The weather's been really freaky this year.

I asked for a window seat,
and that's what I'd like.

I want a window seat.

Why don't you talk to... no, no, why
don't you talk to the ticketing agent.

I only wanna talk to you.
I don't wanna be her problem...

There's one on every flight,
isn't there? Always.

And since we have a very
full flight this evening,

we ask that you place all bags
and carry-on articles...

Securely in the overhead luggage compartment
or under the seat in front of you.

If you are in need of any assistance, a
flight attendant will come by to help.

Well, I guess
this is it, captain.

Have a nice trip.

And my condolences.

Thank you.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Roger, American pride 29,
you are clear for takeoff.

Have a good flight to Boston.

Our flight tonight will take us...

Over the rocky mountains
and Denver...

Past des moines
and up over St. Louis.

Then on into the Boston area.

So, folks,
relax and enjoy the flight,

and thank you
for flying American pride.

Aunt Vicki, could I have
a glass of water, please?

Aunt Vicki?

Aunt Vicki?

Would somebody speak to me,
please?

I'm sorry, but my aunt's gone,
and I'm blind.

Hello? Is anybody here? Anybody?

Dear god,
please let someone be here.

Anyone. Anyone at all.

It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.

- What's wrong?
- Where is everybody?

They've all gone.
What do you mean? They're all right here.

What happened? Did we land while I
was asleep and let the others off?

Where's my aunt?
Please, I want my aunt.

- You're gonna be all right. What's your name?
- Dinah. I can't find my aunt.

I'm blind. I can't see her.
I woke up, and her seat was empty.

Who was screamin'?
Is the plane in trouble, mister?

- Where is everybody?
- What's goin' on?

- Are we in Boston already?
- I want my aunt now!

Aunt Vicki! Aunt Vicki!

Hey! Hey!
What the hell is going on here?

Will someone shut this brat up?

You're not alone. There are other
people here. Can you hear them?

Yeah, I can hear them. But where's
aunt Vicki? And who's been killed?

- Has someone been killed? Have we been hijacked?
- No one has been killed.

I felt her hair.
Someone cut off her hair.

One, two, three,
four, five, six... there's ten.

Counting yourself
and the bloke asleep in first class.

- What about the crew? Anybody know about them?
- I was just about to find out.

- Will you stay with the girl?
- Yeah, all right. But what's happenin'?

- Better come back with some answers.
- Everybody calm down.

Hello, you guys. Open up.

Hello!

So what do you think happened?

Do you think the plane landed and
let the other passengers off?

I don't know. I was asleep.

You're a teacher, aren't you?
That's right, sweetie. The fifth grade.

How did you know that?
It's in your voice.

Ms. Leigh, my teacher at the blind
school, sounds just like you.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'm think I'm going forward
to join our friend.

I want to know
what is going on here,

and I want to know right now!

Well, nor am I a bit surprised.

You said before that you had felt someone's
hair. What did you mean by that?

Over there,
on one of the seats, I felt someone's hair.

This... this is a wig.
It's not a human scalp.

Is that what you felt?

What do you see?

Nothing.
Just mountains and darkness.

Hello.

Hello! Hello!

What's wrong?

Flight crew disappear
with everybody else?

Yeah... no. I don't know. They're not answering,
and the door's locked from the inside.

I was afraid of that.
Sorry to get your wind up. Nick Hopewell.

I'm praying the pilot's cap I noticed
on one of the seats belongs to you.

It does. Captain Engle. But under the
circumstances, you can call me Brian.

I'll call you savior if we find what I expect
to find on the other side of that door.

Well, let's try
and get it open, shall we?

Mm-Kay.

All right, let's see.

How could someone disappear...

And leave their hairpiece
behind?

It's quite a mystery,
don't you think?

God! Yeah.

You're not kidding.

Somebody's bridgework.

I was afraid of that.

Wh...

What's goin' on here?

Hello! Excuse me!

Come out from back there.
Who's back there?

I'd like to know exactly
what's going on, please.

Currently? We're about to break
the lock on the cockpit door.

It seems our crew
have abdicated along with everybody else.

But we're in luck all the same. My new
acquaintance here happens to be a pilot.

Do you work for
American pride, friend?

- Yes, I do, but I think what's important right now...
- no, no, no!

I'm gonna tell you
what's important. Excuse me...

No, I'm gonna tell you what's important.
You know what's important?

I have a meeting at Boston's prudential
center at 9:00 this morning!

Promptly at 9:00!

That's what's important.

I booked a seat
on this conveyance in good faith,

and I have absolutely no intention
of being late for that appointment!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I have three questions for you.

Who authorized an unscheduled stop for
this airliner while I was asleep?

Where was that stop made?

Why? Why was that done?

You ever watch Mr. Spock
on Star Trek?

What the hell
are you talking about?

Because if you don't
shut your cake hole, you bloody idiot,

I'll be happy to demonstrate
his vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Don't you talk to me like that.
Do you know who I am?

Of course. You're an obnoxious little twerp
who likes to hide his fear behind aggression.

- No harm in that, but you are in the way.
- Listen to me...

Aaaah! Aaah!

Whoa. A nose hold.

I can break it.
Easiest thing in the world. Trust me.

- Aaah!
- I said I could break it. Do you understand?

Signify if you understand.

Owww! Okay, Sonny.

I haven't got time to discuss
your business appointments.

Therefore, I'm gonna send you back to the cabin
with this gentleman in the striped shirt.

Don Gaffney.

Mr. Gaffney will be your escort.

Once you arrive in the main cabin
you will sit in your seat,

strap your seat belt firmly around
your middle and keep your mouth shut.

Do you understand? Oh.

Please favor me
with a thumbs-up if you understand.

Jolly good.

I'm gonna let go of you
and your nose now,

and when I do, if you so much
as utter a word, a syllable,

you will be investigating
hitherto unexplored realms of pain.

You son of...
I wouldn't, mister.

This guy means it.
You better come on back with me.

I will su... Oh!

Bad idea.

Come on now.

Hey. Come on.

Come on.

Let's see if we can find
somethin' for that nose.

Right, then, let's, uh,
get the cockpit door open, shall we?

Come on!

Whoa!

No one's driving the plane.

It happened fast,
whatever it was. Look there.

I mean, look here.

Here. If you want watches,
you can take your pick.

There are tons of 'em
back in the main cabin.

Are there, indeed?
Watches, jewelry and glasses.

Also purses.

But the weirdest thing is,

there's stuff that we're pretty
sure came from inside of people.

Like surgical pins, pacemakers.

I'd been going on roughly the same
assumption as our rude friend,

the one I used
the nose lock on...

That the plane
had landed somewhere, for some reason,

and then most of the passengers
and crew were somehow off-loaded.

No, there couldn't
have been a takeoff while we were sleeping.

You can fly a plane
on automatic,

but you need a human being
to take one up or land it.

So where are the passengers
and crew, then?

I don't know.

But I plan on finding out.

Hand me that paper, please.

Well, our altitude
is right... 37,000 feet.

We're on course.

What are you doing?

Figuring out
our closest major airport.

Denver center,
this is American pride flight 29.

Do you read me? Over.

Denver center, come in, please.

This is American pride
flight 29. We have a problem.

A big problem.

- What's going on?
- I'm not getting anything.

Anything at all.

Mayday. Mayday.

This is American pride flight 29
requesting emergency aid.

Come in, please.

Unicom, this is
American pride flight 29.

Request immediate
radio contact. Over.

Denver, come in.
Come in, please.

This is ap flight 29.
You answer me, damn it!

Easy, mate.

That dog won't bark either.

What did they do down there,
have a nuclear war?

- Tell me what you mean, "that dog won't bark."
- Denver control, that dog.

I mean faa emergency, that dog.

Unicom,
which gives advisories at small airports.

That dog too.

This is a medium
short wave band.

People should be jumping all over
this like frogs on a hot sidewalk,

but I'm not even
picking up static.

The vor beacon out of Denver,
that's not working either.

- What does that mean?
- It means we have no radio.

It means
we have no Denver navigational beacon.

And my board here says
everything is peachy keen.

Which is crap. It's gotta be.

Hey, kid, run back there,
look out the left side of the plane.

Look behind us.
Tell me what you see.

My equipment says we're less than
50 miles south of Denver right now.

Well?

There's nothing out there.

Nothing at all.

Denver's blacked out, isn't it?

Yeah.

Either that, or it's gone.

All right, people,
back to your seats.

We need a little peace
and quiet. We are being quiet.

Come on, my young friends.
Let's go sit in the back.

The captain has
a lot of work to do.

What are you doing?

Using the military aircraft band.

Strategic air command
is never off the air.

What's going on?

The captain
and that British fellow...

Are trying to
raise an airport on the radio.

Um...

I suppose that we should
introduce ourselves.

I'm Bob Jenkins.
I'm a mystery writer.

I've written
more than 40 novels.

None as strange as this.

Um, my name is Laurel Stevenson,

and I'm a schoolteacher
in the San Fernando valley.

This is the first vacation
I've had in eight years.

What's the matter, Dinah?

My name is Dinah Bellman, and I'm on my
way to have an eye operation in Boston.

Afterwards I'll be able
to see again.

Probably be able to see again.

The doctors says there's a 70 percent
chance I'll get some vision...

And a 40 percent chance
I'll get all of it.

Albert Kaussner.

I'm on my way
to the Berkeley school of music.

I play violin.

I'm Bethany Simms.

I was gonna spend a couple of days
with my aunt in worcester, mass.,

but now...

And you, sir. What's your name?

How about you? What's your name?

I'm Don Gaffney.

And what do you do?

I'm a tool and dye worker
for Hughes aircraft.

I'm on my way to Boston
to visit my first granddaughter.

Okay, at least we've met.

That leaves us
with the $64,000 question:

Where did everybody go,

and why didn't we go with them?

Air force control,
this is American pride flight 29.

Do you read me? Over.

That dog won't bark either.

We're all alone up here.

Completely,

totally...

All alone.

Now you listen to me, my friend.

We don't want a panic
on our hands, do we?

You've got ten people on this aeroplane,
and your job is the same it ever was:

To get them down in one piece.

- You don't have to tell me what my job is.
- I'm afraid I just did.

You look
a damn sight better now.

What do you do
for a living, Nick?

And don't tell me
you're an accountant.

Uh, junior attache,
British embassy, old man.

My aunt's hat.

Well, that's what it says
on my papers.

If it said anything else,
I suppose it'd be her majesty's mechanic.

I fix things that need fixing.

Right now that means you.

Thank you, but I'm fixed.

Good enough, then.

So, what do you intend to do?

Can you navigate without these ground beam
thingies? Can you avoid other aircraft?

I can navigate just fine
with the on board equipment.

As for other planes, this thing over
here says there are no other planes.

Well, we don't have to worry
about running into anybody then, do we?

So, what do we do now?
On to Boston?

Logan? At dawn?

One of the busiest airports in the world, with
no idea what's going on below us? No way.

No, we're heading
to bangor, Maine.

I think it's time
to tell the passengers.

The few that are left, anyway.

Could one of you gentlemen kindly tell me
what's happened to all the service personnel?

I've had a lovely nap,

but where did everybody go?

But it doesn't
make any sense. Where'd everybody go?

I don't know, but perhaps...

Ladies and gentlemen, this
is the captain speaking.

- Captain, my butt.
- Hey, shut up.

As you know, we have an extremely
odd situation on our hands here.

We have no cockpit-to-ground
communication...

And about five minutes ago we should've been
able to see the lights of Denver clearly.

We couldn't.

All of that is bad news.
The good news is this:

The plane is undamaged,
we have plenty of fuel...

And I am qualified
to fly this make and model.

The last thing is that
our destination will now be bangor, Maine.

What?

Our in-flight
navigation equipment is in working order,

but I can't say the same
for our navigational beams.

Under the circumstances, bangor international
airport will be our safest bet.

I have an important meeting
in Boston...

This morning at 9:00,

and I forbid you...

To fly us into
some whistle-stop Maine airport!

- Do you hear me?
- Would you please be quiet?

You're scaring the little girl.

"Scaring the little girl"?
"Scaring the little girl"?

Lady, we're diverting to some tin-pot
airport in the middle of nowhere!

I've got better things to think
about than scaring the little girl!

Sit down and shut up,
or I'm gonna pop you one!

- I don't think you could do it alone, bud.
- He won't have to.

- I'll take a swing at you myself if you don't shut up.
- I'm real scared now.

I'll help 'em if you
don't stop it, mister. I really will.

Aaaaah!

Okay.

Okay, fine.

You're all against me?

That's fine.

That's fine.

It doesn't have to be this way, mister.

You should just relax,
take it easy.

Anyone here know how
to work this little oven up in the galley?

I didn't think so.

That man
was just upset, you know. He's better now.

We all look
like monsters to him.

No.

I'm sure we don't.

What made you say that?

I hear things sometimes.

People's thoughts.

I always have.

But just now, for the first time,
I saw what that man was seeing.

I-it was dark and fuzzy,
but I still saw.

Sweetie, that's...
That's just your imagination, that's all.

That's what my aunt
used to say too, but it's not.

Why don't you get some sleep.
You'll feel a lot better.

No, I won't.

Besides, I was asleep,

and now I'm all slept out.

You see anything?

I didn't think so.

May I ask you something?

Did you happen to hear
anything the little girl said earlier?

No.

Well, she was telling
Ms. Stevenson...

That she didn't think
she could go to sleep...

Because she had already
been asleep.

I also had been asleep.
What about you, dear boy?

W-what about me what?

Were you sleeping?
You were, weren't you?

Well, yeah. Yes.

We were all asleep. Everybody.

- Well, maybe.
- Nonsense, "maybe."

I'm a mystery writer.
Deduction is my bread and butter.

Don't you think that if someone had been awake
when all those people were eliminated...

That that person would have screamed
bloody murder to awaken the rest of us?

I guess so. Of course!

So I deduce...

That everyone was asleep,

including all those people
that were subtracted,

along with the flight crew,
of course, dear boy.

Could you call me Albert,
please, Mr. Jenkins?

That's my name.
Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course.

Yes, I'm upset. When I'm upset, I
tend to get a little patronizing.

Please forgive me.

It's just that I'm trying to figure
this thing out. Do you have any ideas?

Well, if it were just the plane I
could easily come up with a scenario.

What scenario?

Uh, well, let's say,
for instance, that some...

Shadowy government organization
decided to conduct an experiment...

And we were the test subjects.

The purpose
of such an experiment,

given the circumstances,

would be to document the effect
of serious emotional stress...

On a number
of ordinary Americans.

The scientist
who designed the experiment...

Loads the oxygen system
of this plane...

With an odorless hypnotic gas.

After this is released into the
air everyone falls asleep,

with the obvious exception
of the pilot,

who is breathing
uncontaminated air through a mask.

Then the captain
lands the plane...

At a secret airstrip
in Nevada, let's say,

v whereupon, with the exception of the
nine randomly chosen test subjects,

all the sleeping passengers
are carefully carried off the plane...

And placed aboard
another identical plane.

The captain then gets
flight 29 airborne again...

And returns it
to its original altitude and heading.

He activates the autopilot.

He disables the radio systems.

Then, as the effect of the gas
begins to wear off,

the captain hears on his intercom the
voice of the little blind girl...

Calling for her aunt...

And he knows that
this will wake the others.

The experiment
is about to begin.

Captain Engle is one of them?

Well, in...
In this scenario, he is.

If captain Engle did this to us,

we're gonna have to capture him
as soon as we land.

You, me, Mr. Gaffney
and perhaps that British fellow.

But I-it doesn't hold up,
you know.

- What?
- The scenario I just gave you. It doesn't hold up.

- But you just said...
- What I said was,

if it were just this plane
I could give you a scenario.

But unfortunately,

it's not just this plane.

The city of Denver is
probably still down there,

but all its lights were off
if it was.

And it's not just Denver,
I can tell you that.

Omaha, des moines, St. Louis.

There isn't a trace of
any of them down there either.

No, what has happened...

Has not just happened
on this plane,

and that's where
deduction breaks down.

St. Louis center,
come in, please.

This is American pride 29 heavy.

Repeat, American pride
flight 29 heavy. Do you read me? Over.

Nothing anywhere.

Not on the ground or in the air.

It's like the entire country
has suddenly ceased to exist.

I don't suppose you ever
read science fiction, do you?

Well, I was crazy about it
as a kid. You?

Yeah, till I was 18 or so.

I've been sitting here running all
these old stories through my head.

You know, time warps, space
warps, alien raiding parties.

I mean, we really don't know...

If there's anything left
down there, do we?

Not with all this
cloud cover. No, we don't.

And it might hold
all the way to bangor.

With air traffic control out of
commission, there's no way of knowing.

Suppose you just took us down
for a little look-see.

No, too dangerous...

With no atc
and no other planes to talk to.

You can laugh at me if you want.

I'm not laughing, mate.

I'm far from laughing.

Well...

Suppose we have
slipped into a...

Another dimension,

like in a science fiction story.

How do we know
what's down there?

I mean,

this earth
could have the rockies in upstate New York.

Well, we seem to have the sky
pretty much to ourselves.

Up here, that's true.

Down there, who knows?

And "who knows" is a very dicey
situation for an airline pilot.

So, for now we just go on.

Right. And wait.

Right again.

Well, you're the skipper.

That's three in a row.

What do you see?

The sun's up,
but that's about it.

What about the ground?

I can't see it.
It's all clouds down there.

Perhaps it's just as well.

Maybe.

Feeling better? A little.

I don't mean to pry, but...

What?
You can ask me what you want.

Why did you lie about
why you were going to Boston?

How did you know I lied?

I could hear it in your voice.

I can hear lots of things.

Maybe because I'm blind.

I don't know,
but I know you don't lie.

Otherwise
I wouldn't have heard the difference.

I'm going...

No, I was going to meet someone.

A man named Darren Crosby.

How did you come to know him?

Well, that's
the embarrassing part...

And that's why I lied.

I've never actually met him
before.

We started corresponding
through a personal ad in a magazine...

And I liked him.

I mean, I liked what he wrote
and what he looked like in his picture.

So I agreed to fly to Boston
to meet him.

That's strange, isn't it?

To fly all the way across the country
to see someone you've never met before.

Yeah.

But I just realized it didn't have
anything to do with Mr. Crosby.

It was really about me.

I didn't wanna
play it safe anymore.

I was trying to break out of the confines
of my life and have an adventure.

I guess I got more of an
adventure than I bargained for.

You're very pretty, Laurel.

I'm sure you'll find
what you're looking for.

Do you think
we're gonna be all right?

I think so.

I hope so.

Kinda scared what might
be under those clouds.

But then, I was scared anyway
about Boston.

My mother all at once
decided it'd be a great idea...

If I went to spend
a couple of weeks with my aunt shauna.

I think the idea was for me to get off the
plane and then shauna pulls a string on me.

What string?

Do not pass "go."
Do not collect $200.

Go directly to the nearest rehab
and stay there till you've dried out.

Everything
seemed so weird before...

That this just seems like
more of the same.

This is
really happening, isn't it?

I mean, I'm not
just imagining it, am I?

No. It's real enough, all right.

Do you need a rehab, Bethany?

I don't know.

I guess I might.

I used to just think
it was party time, you know.

All the booze and drugs
I could get.

But now... I don't know.

But getting shipped off this way just makes
me feel like a pig in a slaughterhouse chute.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I'm sorry too, but I guess
this is the wrong time to worry about it.

Well,

I think it's time
to fish or cut bait.

Hello again, ladies and gentlemen.
This is captain Engle.

We are currently
over the Atlantic ocean,

about 30 miles
off the Maine coast.

I'll be commencing our initial descent
into the bangor area very soon.

Make sure your seat belts
are snug and secure.

I'm beginning our descent now.

I want you all to be calm.

My board up here is green across and all
procedures on the flight deck remain routine.

Well, that's very comforting,
that is.

You should've been
a politician, mate.

Well, I doubt they're feeling
very comfortable right now.

I know I'm not.

Thirty thousand feet
and still descending.

I don't mind telling you, Brian,
I'm scared stiff.

Part of me wants to grab you
and make you take us up again.

Well, it would do any good.
We can't stay up here forever.

I realize that, but I'm still afraid
of what's under these clouds.

Or not under 'em.

Well, we'll find out together.

I figure we might as well
all be together on this one.

Would you mind stopping that?
It's driving me crazy.

Well, at least we'll be able
to get some chow when we land.

You know something, Dinah?

What?

I really don't want
to go down there. I mean, I really don't.

Well, if it'll make you
feel any better, you're not the only one.

I'm scared.

I mean, very... scared.

I think I'm gonna pass out.

It's going to be
all right. I hope so.

This is just ordinary
turbulence, folks.

Most of you have been
through this before, so just remain calm.

- Is there something wrong? Are we gonna crash?
- No, I don't think so.

I hope not.

Is it gonna be all right?
Is it really gonna be all right?

I hope so, honey. I hope so.

God help us all.

Look, uh, maybe this wasn't
such a good idea, Brian.

Maybe we should climb back up
and think about it.

Not enough time
and not enough fuel...

Hang on. We're going in.

Aaah!

Ohh!

Bethany. Bethany!

Bethany, are you all right?

Oh, god, what was that?

Uh, there's a drink trolley loose up front.
It probably rolled into the galley wall.

It's all right.

Please! I don't want to die!

Shh. It's okay.

Quit it right now, you worm,

or I'm gonna take what's left of that
magazine and stuff it right down your throat!

Try it, you little jackass.

Three thousand feet.

- How low is this ceiling?
- Lower than I'd hoped, that's for sure.

That makes me feel a lot better.
I'll take us down to 500 feet.

If we still haven't broken through the
cloud cover, I'll take us to Portland.

Maybe you should
take us that way now.

No. The weather down there is almost
always worse than the weather here.

This is starting to look
like a bad decision.

We haven't struck out yet.

But we are running out of room.
I mean, 2,000 feet!

Somewhere underneath all this grayness,
the ground's rushing up to meet us.

Yeah, but we still got...

There we go.
We're coming through.

It's all right.

We've broken
through the ceiling, ladies and gentlemen.

In a few minutes you'll hear the
landing gear lowering into place.

I am continuing our descent
into the bangor area.

Wish me luck, Nick.

Oh, I do, Matey.

I do.

What do you see, Laurel?

We're over land.

I-I see a field
and a forest and what looks like a pond.

It's there, Dinah.

It's all there.

I'm sorry, miss,
but you're completely wrong.

I can see the airport.
My god, what a beautiful sight.

Buckle up. We're coming in.

Bangor tower, this is ap flight 29 heavy.
I'm declaring an emergency.

If you have runway traffic,
get it out of the way. I am coming in.

- The runway lights are dead.
- Yeah.

No time to worry about that now.

Routine landing.

Nothin' to it.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to bangor.

Yeah! Whoo!

Thank you for that welcome,
my friend.

My deep appreciation stems
from the fact that it appears...

You're the only one
who's going to extend one.

- The place is utterly, totally deserted.
- No, it can't be.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid it is.

So what do we do now, Brian?

We get out of the plane...

And we see what's what.

After you, squire.

Ahem. Okay.

What is it?

It's the pilot
that landed us safely.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I assure you it was a very routine landing.

Aw, shucks, ma'am,
it weren't nothin'.

We made it down alive?
That's great.

If I could just
have your attention.

I know you've all looked out the
window, so you know as much as I do.

Uh, not only have the passengers and
the crew on this flight disappeared,

but it now appears that the people on
the ground have disappeared as well.

But logic suggests...

That since we survived
whatever it was,

others must have
survived it as well.

False logic.

I think the best way of dealing with this
is to take things one step at a time,

and the first step
is exiting the plane.

I bought a ticket to Boston,
and Boston is where I'd like to go.

Shut up.

We're gonna have to use
the emergency slide,

so I wanna review
the procedures with you.

Now listen carefully and then
f@(Orm a single fie line behind me.

Well, here we are at last.

You know... There's something
wrong with the air here, Brian.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know.

Poisoned? No.

Just no odor, no smell.

What? Is there something wrong?

I mean, I'm not sure
I really wanna know, but if there is...

- honey, there's nothing wrong here.
- But there is.

This place smells wrong.

Really badly wrong.

Honey, we have to investigate.

We don't have any choice.
You understand, don't you?

Why? Why do we have to?

There's no one here.

Well, we really won't
know that until we check, will we?

I know already.

Listen. There's nothing to
smell and nothing to hear.

No birds singing,
no motors revving, nothing.

But...

But what?

Never mind.

Well, what now, captain?

You tell me.

Us. I suspect this is more
your territory than mine.

You realize
I can turn you in for this, don't you?

You realize I can sue
this entire airline for $30 million...

And name you
as primary respondent?

- That's your privilege, Mr...
- Toomey. Craig Toomey.

Mr. Toomey.

Mr. Toomey, are you aware
of what has happened to us?

There are no excuses!

Mr. Toomey?

- Just terrible.
- Mr. Toomey?

- Stop wasting time!
- Mr. Toomey.

This is terrible. Just terrible.

An a-minus and a "b."

A "b," for god's sake!

You gonna dig ditches
the rest of your life?

But, daddy, I...
There are no excuses!

Look at this. That's a "b."

That stands for "bum"!

Now, what happens
to lazy bums...

Who lie down on the job, Craig?

The langoliers get them?

They do more than get them.

They get them and they eat them.

They tear into
those lazy little boys...

With their dry, hungry,
chomping teeth!

No, daddy!
Don't let them get me!

They will get you unless
you get with the program...

And stop wasting time!

They will eat you alive!

Alive and screaming!

Mr. Toomey. Mr. Toomey?

Stop wasting time, Craig!

Mr. Toomey,
are you listening to me?

Of course.
And I know what happened to everybody here.

These stupid, lazy people!

- The langoliers got them.
- Pardon me?

Do you know how important
my meeting in Boston is?

Do you understand that the economic fate
of nations may hinge on this meeting?

A meeting from which
I shall be absent!

That's very interesting,
but right now I don't have the time...

Time? What the hell
do you know about time?

Ask me about time! Ask me!

Time is short, sir!

What do you reckon
the best way is inside the terminal, Brian?

Well, I guess through
the luggage conveyor.

All right, then,
let's hike on over.

Ladies and gentlemen,
shall we? Sure.

Let's go. All right.

Let's go. Mr. Toomey?

Let's keep together, please.

Why don't we
see if we can get something to eat?

Maybe there's
a restaurant in here.

Gives me the creeps.

You don't have to
worry so much, Dinah.

The situation is strange,
therefore everything seems strange.

Including the sound your heels
make hitting the concrete?

- You're right. They sound...
- weak?

That's right. Weak.

Almost as if they don't
have any strength.

Coast clear.

It's really wrong here.

Watch your head going through here.

Yeah, just wait for me
when you get in there.

Okay.

Right, then.

Let's try the telephone,
shall we?

What's going on?

- What, did I scare you?
- A little.

God, at least that's better.
Didn't dare do it on the plane.

I thought I might
blow something up.

Uh, excuse me,
but I quit those ten years ago...

No lectures, please.
I've had enough to last me a lifetime.

No. No, no, no, no.

Uh, I was gonna ask
if I could have one.

Thank you. Thanks.

Uh, Albert.

What...

God, you have been away.

Here. Now I know why I quit 'em.

God.

Albert, what time
does your watch say?

Quarter to 9:00.
Yeah, so does mine.

But I don't trust it.
It feels much later than that to me.

It does. It feels like
it's almost lunchtime. Isn't that nuts?

It's not nuts. It's just jet lag.
No, I disagree, young lady.

We traveled west-east,

and any temporal dislocation that west-east
travelers feel works in the opposite direction.

They feel it's earlier
than it really is.

I wanted to ask you
about that exact thing on the plane.

When the captain told us that there must be
other people here, you said "false logic."

But it seemed
straight enough to me.

We were all asleep
and we're here,

and if this happened
at 4:07 bangor time,

then almost everybody in town
must have been asleep.

Uh, yes, yes.

So...

Where are they?

It's a washout.
They're all dead.

No dial tone,
no operator, nothing.

You can add the sound of no phones ringing
to that of no dogs barking, Brian.

So what do we do now?

- Let's go upstairs,
where the restaurant must be. -

You know, you got
a one-track mind, mister.

In the first place,
my name is Rudy Warwick.

Not "mister." Sorry.

And second, people think better
when their stomachs are full.

It's a law of nature.

I agree with Mr. Warwick.
I think we could all use something to eat.

Yeah, why not? Dinah.

I'm starting to feel like
Robinson bloody crusoe anyway.

You know something, don't you?

I might. But then, I might not.

Uh, but I do have a suggestion.

Young lady, save your matches.

I don't get what you mean.

There's gotta be
a newsstand upstairs...

With tons of matches
and disposable lighters.

I still say, save your matches.

Wait a minute.
Where's Mr. Toomey?

Who cares?
Good riddance to bad rubbish.

I'm sorry, mate.
I didn't see him go.

Toomey!

Craig Toomey! Where are you?

Something's wrong.

There's no echo.

What do you mean?

That's impossible.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello!

Is anybody there?

They're coming, son.

The langoliers are coming.

No. No one is coming.

They're coming for you.

You've been bad.

You had an appointment
in Boston...

And you skipped it.

No, it wasn't my fault.
I-i-i was kidnapped.

There are no excuses!

Lying down on the job
is lying down on the job!

I don't want my job! What?

I don't want my job,
and I don't want my life.

Since I was five years old
you've been loading on the pressure,

seeing if you could
make me explode.

Well, I am going
to explode, father!

You know what I did? I bought $43 million
worth of bonds I knew were garbage.

You did what?
I pasted a target on my own head!

I want out! I want out!

Get ahold of yourself,
for god's sake!

Now...

Are you ready
to get with the program?

Why can't you love me and leave me alone?

Love is not part
of the big picture!

Now, are you gonna look at the big picture?

Or do I have to let them
have you?

No! They don't even exist!

No, no, no. They exist.

No.
They were here, and they'll be back.

They'll be back for you,
you lazy sack of dirt!

What can I do? What can I do?

"What can I do? What can I do?"

You do whatever you have to do,
and you get to Boston!

Because if you don't,
craigy-waigy,

they are gonna chew the eyes
right out of your head.

Daddy, help me!
Make them go away!

Make them go away! Please!

Just make them go away! Make them go away!

Okay? Okay?

Toomey! Craig Toomey!

Okay, let's go.

Wait.

What? Shh!

There.

There. I feel the light.

The glass is wrong too.

- Dinah...
- Shh!

I hear something.

There's nothing out there.

Dinah,
it's your imagination, that's all.

Dinah, tell us what you hear.

I don't know.

It's very faint.

I heard it
when we got off the airplane,

and then I decided
it was just my imagination.

Now I can hear it
even through the glass.

It sounds...

A little like rice krispies
after you pour on the milk.

You hear anything? Not a bloody thing.

Mind you, she is blind. She's used
to making her ears do double duty.

I think it's hysteria.

"Do you hear anything?"

"Not a bloody thing."

"Mind you, she's blind.

She's used to
making her ears do double duty."

"I think it's hysteria."

- Hmm.
- What are you talking about?

I was talking to Nick,

and she heard us
from over there by the window.

- You've got great ears, hon.
- I hear what I hear.

And I hear something out there,
in that direction.

And it's awful.

A really terrible, scary sound.

If you could just tell us
what it was, little miss,

it would really help.

I don't know,

but I know
it's closer than it was.

We have to get out of here,
and soon.

Because something's coming,

the something making
that horrible cereal noise.

The plane we came in on
is almost out of fuel.

Then put some more in it!
It's coming! Don't you understand?

It's coming, and if we haven't
gone by the time it gets here...

We're all going to die!

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Don't forget, craigy-waigy.

The langoliers were here,

and they will be back.

You'd better be gone
when they get here,

or you know what will happen.

Oh, I know what'll happen.

They'll eat me.

They'll eat me all up.

Look, this is an airport. There must
be other planes with fuel in 'em.

- If we find one, can you fly it?
- Yes.

Where, exactly, should we go?

Away. Away from that sound.

Is it closer now
than when you first heard it, Dinah?

I don't know.

I think it's still far,
but I can't be sure.

Then I think we should do
what Mr. Warwick has suggested.

Let's find the restaurant,
have a bite to eat,

and then we can figure out
what's gonna happen next.

Who elected him
leader of the group?

We'd better go along.

I think he really
knows his stuff. What kind of stuff?

I don't know exactly,
but, well, I think it's worth finding out.

Well, come on.

Right.

Oh, I'm starving.

Let's see what they got.

See? Told you I didn't
need to save my matches.

You were right.
But let's try one of these, okay?

- Sure. But why?
- That's what we're going to find out.

Hmm.

Son of a "b." Looks like we've
discovered yet another problem.

- Can I borrow your book of matches, Bethany?
- Wait a minute, Matey.

Exactly what is it you know?

Only that this situation has even
wider implications than we thought.

- What's happenin', folks?
- Damned if I know, but I don't like it much.

Huh.

Even that's more
than I expected.

All right, tell us about it.

It's spoiled. Damn, I hate that.

Spoiled? No. No, I doubt that.

You can tell from the clocks
that the power in the cold case...

Must have gone out
less than five hours ago.

You don't think it's spoiled,
you try it.

That's not spoiled.

It's just tasteless,
like chewing paper.

But I can understand why you might
have thought that it was spoiled.

It was spoiled.

Try your beer. See how that is.

I don't want it anymore.

Here. Give it to me.

I've drunk 'em warm before.
Don't cross my eyes none.

Mmm. Mmm!

Damn. Flat.

Flat and tasteless,
like an old tire.

Good. That's good. Flat.
That's something we can see.

Can you get some more beers and soft
drinks from the cold case there?

You can't dillydally any
longer, craigy-waigy.

You have to get to Boston,
and you have to do it...

Now!

I don't want to shoot you,
but I will if I have to.

I don't want to shoot you,
but I will if I have to.

Yes, I will.

You're out there, aren't you?

You ate up all
the useless, lazy people...

And now
you're coming back for me.

But I'll be gone
by the time you get here.

I'm going to Boston.

So we're all agreed...
The beer's flat. But why?

Well, I have an idea,

but before I say anything else I'd like you all
to look around this place very carefully...

And see if you can tell me what's different
about in here than on the plane.

The rings.

The wallets, the purses, the surgical pins.
None of that stuff is here.

Correct.

That's 100 percent correct.

As you say,
there's none of that stuff here.

But when we woke up
it was on the plane.

Why isn't it here?

- Maybe nobody was here when it happened.
- Nonsense.

An air terminal is like a fire station...
There's people there regardless of the hour.

- Watch out! I hear someone!
- Aaaaah!

I don't want to shoot her,
but I will if I have to! Take me to Boston!

- What's happening?
- Take me to Boston!

You're choking me!
Stop choking me!

- Steady on, old mate.
- Stop moving around!

- You're gonna make me do something I don't wanna do!
- Do as he says, Bethany.

I don't wanna shoot her,
but I will if I have to!

- Oww!
- No! Albert!

I think I've been shot.

Albert! It's all right, Albert.

Albert. Albert, you all right?

Kid, you all right?
How bad am I hit?

Were you able to stop the bleeding?
I think you'll live, old son.

Here. A souvenir for you.

Found it on the floor. Must've hit you
square in the chest and bounced off.

I was thinking of the matches.

I sort of thought
it wouldn't fire at all.

That was very brave,
Albert, and very risky.

God, what if I'd been wrong?

You almost were.

A little more pop and Albert here
would've had a bullet in his lungs.

You okay?

So here's what we do...

It was really brave.
Pass me that rope.

I mean, incredible.

It wasn't much.
I don't want him moving at all.

All right,
hold his hands for me.

Say.

I didn't kill that guy,
did I? I hit him pretty hard.

He's out like a light,
but he's still alive.

His pulse is strong
and regular. He'll live.

He'll just wake up
with a bad headache.

In the meantime,
it might be wise to take a few precautions.

- Aaah!
- Do you have to be so rough?

Yes, if you want him
safely secured.

You do want him safely secured,
don't you?

All right.

- Just like one of father John's
Christmas turkeys. -

Neatly trussed.

- Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?
- Let me up.

Let me up. Let me up right now!

- Shut up!
- Stop it!

Hey. Why do you
have to do that for?

Now listen to me.

You need waking up, fellows and girls, and
I haven't got the time to do this gently.

Dinah says something's
coming towards us rather nasty...

And I, for one, believe her.

Now, having a knowledge of what
it is may not save our lives,

but I'm bloody sure a lack of it's
gonna put an end to us, and soon!

Anybody disagree?

Jolly good.

Mr. Jenkins, pray continue.

I'm sorry, but, uh,

I write about these things.

I just haven't
taken part in them. Until now, that is.

I think you're doing great, Mr. Jenkins,
and I like listening to you too.

It makes me feel better.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.
That's very nice of you to say that, Dinah.

I think I found
a fallacy in our thinking,

and it is this:

We all assumed,

as we began to grasp
the dimensions of this event,

that something had happened
to the rest of the world.

But the evidence doesn't
bear that assumption out.

What has happened...

Has happened...

To us...

And us alone.

I'm convinced that the world as we know
it is ticking along asj= it always has,

but it's we,

the ten survivors of flight 29,

who are lost.

Please tell us what you know,
Mr. Jenkins.

I can't help but feeling
that we're running out of time, and fast.

Yes, of course.

There's no mess in here,
but there's a mess on the plane.

There's no electricity in here,
but there's electricity on the plane.

Neither of these are conclusive, of
course, but then there's the matches.

Bethany had her matches
on the plane... they work fine.

The matches in here,
they just fizzle.

The carbonated drinks are flat;
The food is tasteless; The air is odorless;

And sound fails to reverberate.

Then we have a madman...
He fires a gun...

And the bullet
travels mere inches and it has no force.

Then, of course,
there's the weather.

What about it?

Well, there's a strong wind
blowing out there in heavy gusts,

and yet there's
a low cloud cover that doesn't move at all.

It's... It's frozen in place.

I think the weather patterns
are stopping,

or they're running down
like an old pocket watch.

Which brings me right to
the very hub of the matter.

I said not 15 minutes ago...

That I... I felt
it was lunchtime.

Well, now I feel
it's a lot later than that.

I feel it's 3:00,
4:00 in the afternoon...

And I have a terrible feeling...

We're gonna see it
dark outside...

Before our watches tell us
it's a quarter to 10:00 in the morning!

Please, Mr. Jenkins,
can we get to the point?

Well, the point is
that what we're dealing with here...

Is...

Time.

Not to mention,
as Albert has suggested,

let's say that
every now and then...

A hole appears
in the stream of time.

Not a time warp,

but a, uh... a time rip.

A rip in the temporal fabric.

- That's the craziest thing I ever heard.
- Amen!

Mr. Gaffney, what's happening to
us, the situation that we're in,

this is crazy!

Go on. Let's say...

That such a rip
in the fabric of time...

Does occur now and then.

It would be similar to certain
rare weather phenomena that are reported,

like upside-down tornadoes
and circular rainbows...

And daytime starlight.

The Aurora borealis.

What?

There was an Aurora borealis
over the mojave desert when we left l.A.X.

We were supposed to
fly right into it.

Why, that's it.

That's it. An aur...

An Aurora over the desert.

That strengthens my point,
doesn't it?

If we had the bad luck
to fly into that,

and it was a time rip,

that means that we're no longer in
our own time, ladies and gentlemen.

I agree with the lady...
Time is short.

Could we just get to
the bottom line, please, Mr. Jenkins?

The bottom li...
The bottom line is, I believe,

that we have hopped
an absurdly short distance into the past.

Say as little as 15 minutes.

And we're discovering
the unlovely truth about time travel...

That one can't appear in the Texas
state school book depository...

On November 22, 1963...

And hope to stop
the Kennedy assassination.

One can't witness the building of
the pyramids or the sack of Rome...

Or investigate
the age of the dinosaurs firsthand.

No, fellow time travelers,

have a look around you.

This is the past.

It's empty.

It's silent.

It's a world
with all the meaning...

Of a discarded old paint can.

Sensory input has disappeared.

Electricity
has already disappeared.

Time itself is winding down...

In a kind of spiral
that's going faster and faster.

But what about us?

If this place is winding down
and we're caught in it...

I suppose...

We'll wind down with it.

Or else wink out of existence...

Like the other passengers
on our flight.

Mr. Jenkins.

The sound
I told you about before...

I can hear it again.

It's getting closer.
Much, much closer.

I'm going back out
to the windows.

What about you two?
Are you coming?

We can hear it
as well as we want to from here.

All right.

Mind you stay away
from Mr. Toomey.

"Stay away from Mr. Toomey."

What do you make of it, Brian?

All I know is,
it's the only sound in town.

It's not in town yet.

But it will be, and soon.

Dinah's right.

We gotta get out of here now!

Yeah, but where do we go?
Atlantic city? Miami beach?

The nearest bar? Captain.

You're suggesting
that there's no place we can go.

I think... I hope
that you're wrong about that.

First I have a question.

Is it going to be possible to refuel
that plane even though there's no power?

Yeah, they have fuel pads on the ground
next to the jet way. They should be full.

But even if we do
refuel the plane, then what?

Then we take off again.

The sound
is coming from the east.

The time rip
was several thousand miles to the west.

- Can you retrace our original course?
- Yeah, I can, but why?

The time rip
might still be there.

Don't you see? We might be able
to fly right back through it!

- He might have something there.
- Yeah, he might.

Or he might not.
It doesn't matter.

We're not going anywhere
in that plane. Why not?

If we can refuel it, then why...

Remember the matches?

- The ones from the restaurant that wouldn't light?
- What? What about 'em?

- If the matches won't light and the beer's flat...
- then jet fuel won't burn.

It'll be as used up and worn out
as everything else in this world.

I might as well
fill up those fuel tanks with molasses.

You mean we're stuck here?

With that noise coming closer
and there's no way out?

You mentioned langoliers
earlier, Mr. Toomey.

- What are those?
- Dinah, don't talk to him.

Oh, don't worry.
I wouldn't hurt the child.

No more than I would have hurt that girl.

I'm just frightened,
that's all. Aren't you?

Yes, but I don't take hostages,

and I don't try
to shoot teenage boys when I'm frightened.

Touche.

What are the langoliers,
Mr. Toomey?

Well...

I-I used to think that
they were make-believe, but...

I'm beginning to wonder,
because I hear it too.

The sound? The sound's
the langoliers?

Well, I don't know
what else it could be.

Tell me more about them.

Well...

My father used to say...

That the langoliers were little
creatures that lived in closets,

and sewers
and other dark places.

- Like elves?
- No!

No, not like elves.
Nothing quite so pleasant, I'm afraid.

He said that all
they really were was hair...

And teeth and fast little legs.

Oh, those little legs
had to be fast,

so that they could catch up
with all the bad little boys,

no matter how quickly
they scampered. Stop it.

You're scaring her.
No, he's not.

I know make-believe
when I hear it.

I think what Laurel means
is that I'm scaring her.

My dad said there were
thousands of langoliers.

There had to be
thousands of them,

because there are millions
of bad little boys and bad little girls...

Scampering all over the world.

Oh, my father loved
that word, "scampering."

I think because it implies
senseless, directionless,

unproductive motion.

Because the langoliers,
they run.

They have purpose.

In fact, you could say
that the langoliers...

Are purpose personified.

What did the kids do
that was so bad...

The langoliers
had to run after them?

Well, I'm glad you asked
that question, Dinah,

q
Because when my daddy said someone was bad,

he meant that
that person was lazy.

And a lazy person couldn't
be part of the big picture,

because in my house,
you were either part of the big picture,

or you were lying down
on the job,

and if you were lying down
on the job,

and you weren't
part of the big picture,

then the langoliers would
take you out of the picture.

Take you out of it altogether!

He said you'd be lying in bed one night
and you'd hear them coming towards you.

Crunching, chomping, smashing...

Stop it!

That's enough.

Okay.

I bet you were scared
of your dad, weren't you, Mr. Toomey?

You win the cigar, little miss.

I was terrified of him.

- Is he dead?
- Y-y-yeah.

Was he lying down on the job?

Did the langoliers get him?

Yes.

- Mr. Toomey?
- What?

I'm not the way you see me.

I'm not ugly. None of us are.

And just how do you know how
I see you, little blind miss?

You might be surprised.

Okay, so what do we do now?

I don't know.

God, she looks beautiful,
doesn't she?

Yeah, especially
compared to everything else around here.

Brian, exactly how much
fuel do we have left?

Well, when we landed,
I had less than 5,000 pounds.

To get back
to where this happened,

I'd need at least 100,000.

Please, man.

Whatever's happening
seems to be catching.

Well, I'm going back
to the restaurant.

I don't like leaving the ladies alone
with that banker fellow too long.

Come on. No, wait a minute.

Albert? Albert, what is it?

Captain Engle!

Captain Engle, come here.

I think I have
the solution to our problem!

What are they doing?

They've taken the slide away, and they're
putting the stairway by the door.

And now, they're going up.

Are you sure
you don't have any idea what they're up to?

All I know is that
Albert went nuts.

He kept saying something about
the plane being more there...

- He just was really jabbering.
- I just hope they hurry up.

Because poor Mr. Toomey is right.
The langoliers are coming.

Sweetie,
that's just something his father made up.

Maybe once it was make-believe.

But not anymore.

All right, Albert.
On with the show.

Exhibit "a."
A book of matches from the restaurant.

U0 Looks different outside.

The light's going.
That's what's different.

- How's Mr. Toomey?
- Are you kiddin'? He fell asleep.

I guess that's it.
There's nothing more we can do out here.

Wait a minute.
I smelled something. I smelled sulfur.

I did too.
Try another one, Albert.

You see? You see?

Do... do you see what it means?

We brought our own time with us!

That's the past out there,
and everywhere, I guess,

east of the hole
that we came through.

But the present
is still in here!

Still caught
inside this airplane.

That's why it looks brighter, more
alive than anything else here.

Bravo, Albert, bravo.
Try the beer.

Smell.

By god, it smells like beer.

Come on, mate, pour it.
My doc says suspense is bad for the ticker.

Hey! You awake?

So the matches work,
but the lager doesn't. What does that mean?

Apparently,
I-it takes a moment for things to catch up.

Oh, that's excellent!
That's the best beer I ever had in my life.

You're right!
It's bloody marvelous.

Here, try the soda.

Gentlemen, the cola
is very, very good today.

Christ almighty, it's dark.

You're supposed to be
watching the nut.

Oh, don't worry. He's still out.

Damn, that sound is creepy.

It's like a bunch of coked-up
termites in a balsa wood glider.

I think we ought
to check on Mr. Toomey.

I'm worried about him. But if he's
unconscious, there's nothing we can do.

I don't think he is unconscious.

I don't think he's even asleep.

All right. Let's go see.

Hey, look, I thought I'd...
Oh, my god. Where is he? I don't know...

Be quiet!

There.
He's hiding over there. Behind something.

- How do you know? I don't hear a thing.
- I do! I hear his heart.

It's beating very fast,
and very hard.

He's scared to death.
I feel so sorry for him.

Mr. Toomey! Please, come out.
We don't want to hurt you.

Mr. Toomey? Mr. Toomey,
please don't be afraid.

Dinah! Dinah!

Dinah! No!

Easy now. All right? Dinah?

- I'll go and get help!
- All right.

She's not a little girl.
She's not a little girl.

She's not a little girl!

She's the head langolier.

She's calling the other langoliers
with her dead, blind eyes!

Little brat.

You're a bloody genius, Albert. You
know that? You're a bloody genius.

I saw what was happening
with Bethany's matches and thought...

Come! You've got to come.

Please! He stabbed her,
and I think she's dying.

Calm down. Who's dying? Dinah.

The blade broke off
in her chest. Mr. Toomey did it.

Bloody hell!
Albert, you come with me.

Brian, get the engines warmed up, and
keep her here until I get Dinah aboard.

Mr. Jenkins, bottom of the stairs,
keep an eye out for Mr. Toomey.

Come on, Albert.
You okay? You all right?

- Ge-get out of here.
- Sh-sh! Try not to talk.

Dinah, try not to talk, okay?

Hello, Dinah.
Don't you worry, love.

We're going to have you
right as rain in no time flat.

- Does it hurt?
- Yeah.

Hurts to breathe.

- It's making you want to cough, eh?
- Yeah. No. I don't know.

Well, it's better if you don't.

You get that ticklish feeling,
you just try to ignore it, okay?

Don't you talk anymore.

Listen to me.
She's got internal bleeding.

If we don't get this blade
out of her right now,

she's gonna drown
in her own blood.

Mr. Warwick,
run and get me six tablecloths...

From that grotty little pub
around the corner, and make it fast.

- What are you doing?
- Looking for the right surgical instrument.

- Sight of blood bother you?
- I can handle it if I have to.

- Good. You're going to be my nurse, then.
- Okay.

You're gonna be
all right, Dinah.

I'm gonna fix you up
good as new, I promise.

They're closer.
You really, really have to hurry.

I know, love. I know.

That's right, craigy-waigy.

You just sit here in the dark.

When the time comes to move,
I'll tell you.

All right, dad.

Whatever you say.

We're gonna need a stretcher
to take her aboard the plane.

Albert, you and Mr. Gaffney are
designated stretcher-finders.

Mr. Gaffney, if you look
behind that counter,

I think you'll find
two very sharp knives.

- Can I use one of these tablecloths?
- Yeah, why?

I'll show you. When I was a kid,
we used to play Indiana Jones.

I made something like this once. I
nearly broke my brother's arm with it.

Good enough. But remember, your mission
is not to recapture Mr. Toomey.

Your mission is
to find a stretcher as quick as possible,

and bring it back here
double-time, got it?

You don't find anything in ten minutes, I
want you back here. We'll carry her aboard.

But if there's
internal bleeding, we can't move her.

We don't have a choice.
I've got to get her to the plane somehow.

- Ten minutes is all I can spare.
- But if she's bleeding...

Laurel. He's right.

Come on, son.
Let's move! Come on.

How are you feeling, Dinah?

- Hurts bad.
- I know it does, love.

You've got a little piece of blade stuck
in you, and I've got to pull it out.

You know that, don't you? Yep.

- I'm scared.
- So am I, Dinah.

So am I.

Fold those two tablecloths into squares.
Thick as you can get 'em.

And kneel closer to me.
Mr. Warwick, take off your belt.

Now then,
I'm gonna grasp the blade and pull it out.

Now the moment it comes out, you
slap one of those bandages on there.

- And you press. You press hard, understand?
- Yes.

Jesus help me.

Don't you dare.
Don't you go weak sister on me.

Don't you dare.

There. Now, press hard. Press hard
as you can, do you understand me?

Yes. Press hard.

Let's try in there.

You think it's locked?

There's only
one way to find out.

Hey, Albert. Look. A stretcher!

- Hey, look out!
He's in here, he's in here! -

You're one of them too,
aren't you? A langolier?

Well, screw you.

I'm sorry.

I am really, really sorry.

But I have to do this.

If you could see things...

From my perspective,
you'd understand.

We're going to Boston!
We're going to Bo...

All right, lift her up.

That's it, we got you. Belt!

- Did you hear that? Do you think Toomey got them?
- Belt, now!

All right, wrap it round. Keep the
pressure on, 'cause I'm going downstairs.

- Please be careful.
- Oh, I will. It's what I do best.

You did bloody well.
Thank you, Laurel.

Don't... Don't you kill him.

Why not?
That bastard stabbed you, love.

All I know is we need him.

You understand? We need him.

Listen to what she says, Nick.

You're okay.

Got it.

- Captain Engle?
- Yeah?

Why aren't they back yet?

Uh, I can't say.

Well, I asked Bob,
I mean, Mr. Jenkins,

if he could see anyone
moving around in the terminal,

and he said he couldn't.

What if they're all dead?
No... no, I'm sure they're not.

If it'll make you feel better, why don't
you join him at the bottom of the ladder?

Are you scared?

Yeah.

- Yeah, I sure am.
- I sort of feel better.

It's hard being scared
all by yourself.

Thank you for flying American pride.

You're welcome, I'm sure.

Any sign of 'em? Uh, well it
depends on what you call a "sign."

I just heard
something like shouting,

just before you came
out of the plane.

I hope Dinah's
gonna be all right.

But I don't know.
He caught her really bad.

Did you see the captain?

He's up programming
his instruments or something.

I hope so.

What is that noise?

My dear, I hope
we never have to find out.

Albert?

You all right, Albert?

Where's Mr. Gaffney, Albert?

He's in the airport
services office.

Mr. Toomey was in there,
hiding behind the door, I guess.

He killed
Mr. Gaffney because he walked in first.

If I'd have walked
in first, he would have killed me instead.

Then...

I-I killed Mr. Toomey.

Because I had to.
He came after me, do you see?

He found another knife
someplace, and he came after me.

Albert? Albert.

Can you pull yourself
together, mate? I don't know.

I never killed anybody before.

I know, it's a horrible thing.
I understand, believe me.

But it's gotta be gotten over,
and you've gotta get over it fast.

Because that sound
is coming closer.

You did this with a toaster?

He's not dead.

He's not? See for yourself.

He's out cold, but he's still in the game.

Let's see if we can find Mr.
Gaffney, and see if he got lucky.

And did you find that stretcher?

Huh? The stretcher, Albert.

Oh. Uh, yeah, we found it.

Good lad. Come on, let's go.

Keep it together, Albert.
That's all you gotta do.

You just keep it together,
and you'll be fine.

Albert!

Take the stretcher upstairs.
I'll be with you in a minute.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna go back in the office, and see
if there's anything else I can use.

I don't believe you.
Nor do you have to, Albert.

Just take the stretcher
upstairs, and I shall be with you directly.

And don't look back.

This is more than you deserve, you bastard.

Don't you kill him. We need him.

You understand me? We need him.

Nick? You coming?

Yes. In a minute.

- All right, take it easy.
- They're coming out!

- Let me help.
- Careful, Albert, Bethany.

Don't jiggle her.
And help me carry her up the stairs.

How bad is she?
She's unconscious, but still alive.

What happened
to the others? Gaffney's dead.

Toomey might as well be.

Now, mind you, keep
your end up now.

Careful, now.

Bring her over here.

Careful. Okay, and
set her down gently.

Now, strap her in.

- It's bad, isn't it?
- Bad enough.

- Will she live until we get back?
- How the hell do I know?

I'm a soldier,
not a bloody surgeon.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. This time-travel stuff
really gets on your nerves.

You don't have to apologize.

I'm gonna start the engines, pull as close
as I can to one of the fuel pads out there.

While I'm doing that,
the four of you pull the hose truck over.

There's one sitting
on the other jet way.

- You got it?
- Got it.

Go to it, then.
Bethany, Mr. Warwick, go down with them.

Roll the ladder away from the plane.
When I get it repositioned,

move it back up to the door.

Go ahead.

We'll get you home.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, look!

It's coming day again already.

How long has it been
since it turned dark?

Less than 40 minutes.

Yeah, well, we can't
worry about that now.

Craig? Craig Toomey?

Let me die. Please.

Please, just let me die.

What's going to happen
to Mr. Toomey?

I don't know.

All I know is when the chips were down,
I did what you and Dinah wanted.

I left him lying there
unconscious on the floor.

Would you... like to go out
to dinner with me,

if and when we get back to L.A.?

- Yeah. I'd have that to look forward to.
- So would I.

Maybe if we could see it,
we could deal with it.

I don't think so.
Right, then. All together.

Good work. Over here.

Keep goin'. Keep goin'.

Good, good. Hold it.

Here. Bethany,
why don't you come with me?

See this over here?
Can you open that lid?

Nick, you take
that head out of there. Attach it there.

Get it done okay? Yeah.

Here you go.

Which one first,
captain? Give me the one on the right.

What now, Brian?

I'm gonna use the engines
to suck the gas out of the fuel pad.

- How long's that gonna take?
- I don't know.

An hour. Maybe two.

You better hurry it up.
I don't think we've got two hours.

We may not even have one.

Craig?

Craig, get up.

You have to get up now.

Go away. Go away!

I h... I ha...
I hate you! Go away!

They've come to you, Craig.
All the people you wanted to see.

They left Boston
and they came here.

You can still see them.

If you're man enough
to get up, that is.

Man enough? Man enough?

Whoever the hell you are,
you've gotta be kidding.

Come on, Craig.
They won't wait forever.

The langoliers will see to that.

You have to get up.

You have to!

Come on, Craig. Get up!

This way, Craig.
They're all waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Toomey.

Despite what you did, I'm sorry.

But we need you,
so please hurry. Hurry!

What is it, Brian?

The engines are getting a taste of the
new fuel, and they don't like it.

Damn!

What can you do about it?

Try to keep the other two engines
running the pumps, and hope.

Well, I'm shutting
down completely.

We'll have to wait for the fuel
to join our plane's time stream.

- We may have lucked out, Brian.
- Yeah, we might.

What's happening?
Is everything all right?

We might just have
a shot at this thing.

You...
You brought them to me, didn't you?

The chairman of the board.
The company directors. All of them.

Yes. But you have to hurry!

Before they decide
you're not coming, and leave.

This way, Craig.
They're all waiting for you.

Hurry.

Dinah's talking in her sleep.
I think she might be delirious.

I don't know, but she
might be slipping away.

I think... You have to hurry.

Before they decide
you're not coming.

I think she might be dreaming
about that Toomey guy.

She said his name before.

Yes. I will if you want me to.

But hurry.
I know it hurts, but you have to hurry.

She is delirious, isn't she?

No, I don't think so.

I think it has
something to do...

With what?

With what she told Nick
about Mr. Toomey.

About how we need him.

Just let her be for a minute.

She needs to sleep.

God! I hope we take off soon.

Thank you.
Thank you for bringing them to me.

This is my last chance, you see.

This is my last chance to get away
from my father, and everything else!

Yes, I know. But you have to hurry.
Please, please hurry.

Okay. Okay. Okay.
Anything you say.

What was that?

Sounded like a tree
falling, or something.

But there's not enough wind!

No, there's not.
What's happening?

Nothing. Look at that!

We gotta get out
of here now! Make it stop!

Please, make it stop!

Time's gettin' short.
How much longer?

Uh...

- Fifteen minutes.
- You can't cut that? You sure you can't cut that?

I need 50,000 pounds
of fuel in each wing. Not a drop less.

Otherwise, we crash and burn.

Hurry, Craig.

Look at me!

Now stand, Craig. Stand.

Look at me, Craig!

They've come
all the way from Boston, just to meet you.

Now, hurry to them, Craig.
Hurry! Hurry!

Run to them, Craig.

Quick! Quick!

Run around the plane.
Run away from the plane.

Run to them now!

W& - - All right, we're uncoupling
and getting out of here.

Mr. Toomey! It's Mr. Toomey!

What's he doing?

Never mind him right now.
We're all out of time.

Mr. Toomey at last. So glad
you could make it, Craig.

So, give us your report, Craig.

Tell us how much money
you made for us.

You want to know
how much money I made for you?

- You want to know how much money I made for you?
- Yes.

I'll tell you how much money
I made for you. I didn't make any...

No, Craig! Shut up. Shut up!

- Shut up!
- Tell them you lost the money, but it was a mistake.

An accident. No!

I didn't make any money
for you. I didn't make any money for you!

I lost money for you!
I lost money for you!

I lost...

$43 million!

And I did it deliberately!

I did it deliberately!

I did it deliberately!

You fool.

You stupid fool.

No. No!

What's he doing?

You don't frighten me anymore, father.
The langoliers don't even exist.

You just made them up.

No. No.

Where am I?

Okay.

All right, let's get
the hell out of here.

What the hell are those?

Oh, my god.

Langolier!

Oh, god!

Oh, no!

Come on! Come on, move it!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No-o-o!

No, Craig. You may think you're running.

But you're not.

You're scampering!

No. No! No! Daddy, no!

Make them go away.
Please make them go away!

I'll be good!
I'll be a good boy!

Please, I promise I'll be good,

if just make them go away!

Belt in! Belt in!

Oh, no!

Come on, baby.

Oh, god.

You okay, Bethany?

Good lord, look at that!

- What is it?
- They're being drawn to Mr. Toomey.

Or to where Mr. Toomey was.

If Toomey hadn't left the terminal, they
would have eaten us and the plane too.

She knew.

Somehow, she knew.

Now we know, don't we? What?

We know what?

We know what happens to today
when it becomes yesterday.

It waits for them.

It waits for the...
The timekeepers of eternity...

Always following behind, cleaning up
the mess in the most efficient way.

By eating it.

Mr. Toomey knew about them.

He said they were
the langoliers.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

Come on. Come on!

All right.

Get out of here!

Did it get us? Did it get us?

Up, up, up, up, up!

Come on! Come on!

Did we make it?
Are we off the ground?

- What happened? Are we crashing?
- Listen, Mr. Warwick.

Sit down, strap yourself in,
and everything'll be all right.

Don't you dare open those.

Don't worry. I won't.

We're up.

You all know what happens now.

We go back exactly
the way we came in.

And we hope that whatever
doorway we came through is still there.

If it is,
we'll try goin' through.

I'm going forward.
Do you wanna come?

No, I'll stay with her. Okay.

You know, we've still got a dinner date.
You haven't forgotten, have you?

No. I haven't. And I won't.

Neither will I.

Hold on, Dinah.

Please hold on.

What happens
if the fuel goes bad?

You know the answer
to that, Bethany.

Yeah. I know.

We crash. End of story.

Would you like to kiss me?

Yes.

Well, you better go ahead, then.

The later it gets,
the later it gets.

Time's going faster,
isn't it? Yeah, it is.

I think after a while,
the days and nights...

Will be passing as fast as
a camera shutter can click.

We were all going to Boston
for different reasons.

What about you, Nick?

'Fess up.
"The hour groweth late."

Well, why not?

What does a "most secret" classification
mean when you've just seen...

A bunch of killer cannonballs
rolling up the world?

Mm.

I'm a special operator
in the armed services, Brian.

I do a number of odd jobs.

Some fairly innocuous,
some fabulously nasty.

There's a man in Boston
who's a politician of some note.

This man... I'll call him "Mr.
O'bannion" for sake of conversation...

Is very rich, Brian.

And an enthusiastic supporter
of the Irish republican army.

He's also an idealist
of the most dangerous sort.

One who's never had to view
the carnage firsthand.

- You were supposed to kill him?
- Not unless I had to.

See, our Mr. o'bannion has a great
deal of powerful American friends,

and his friends are our friends, and
therefore killing Mr. o'bannion...

Would be a great political risk.

But he does have a very nice
piece of fluff on the side.

She's the one
I was supposed to kill.

- As a warning?
- Yeah.

As a warning.

Well, that's enough about me.
What about you?

What are you hiding you'd like
to get off your chest? Me?

Well...
No, I don't have anything to hide.

M Well, maybe there's one thing.

My ex-wife died
in a fire in Boston.

That's why I was headin' back.

Our marriage had ended badly.

We were having
a fight about children.

I wanted them.

She didn't.

And... I did something that...

That I never thought I'd do.

Som...

And I always wanted
to tell her I was sorry.

I guess I waited too long.

I shouldn't worry about it
too much, Brian.

I'm sure she's forgiven you.

If you get out of this...
If we make it back...

You gonna carry through with it?

You gonna kill the girl?

No.

No more midnight creeps
for Mrs. Hopewell's boy Nicholas.

No, if we get out
of this safely,

a prospect I find rather
shaky at this moment,

I believe I'll retire.

- And do what?
- Ah.

Could always take up flying.

Laurel?

Shh, Dinah.

Try not to talk.

We're going back.

And you're gonna be
all right, I promise you.

Don't worry about me, Laurel.
I got what I wanted.

Dinah, you shouldn't talk.

I saw. I saw through
Mr. Toomey's eyes.

At the start, everything
looked mean and nasty to him.

But it was better at the end.

Please, Dinah. Try not
to talk anymore, okay?

I saw you, Laurel.

You are beautiful.

Especially your eyes.

Everything was beautiful.

Even things that were dead.

It was so wonderful...

Just to, you know, see.

Dinah?

Breathe, Dinah.

Please.

Please, Dinah, breathe.

Breathe. Please.

I saw through Mr. Toomey's eyes.

Everything was beautiful.

Even the things that were dead.

It was so wonderful...

Just to see.

I can live with that.

We just lost the little girl.

She never got her operation.

No. She didn't.

But Laurel's okay?

Yeah, more or less.

You like Laurel, don't you?

Yeah.

I got mates back home
might find it amusing...

That I've fallen for
a nice girl, but I have.

She's got spirit, Brian.

You know I wish you
both the best of luck.

But I think we gotta
concentrate on getting back.

W@ All right?

We are...

Just about here now.

And that's right where
the time rip should be.

Think you'd mind watching out
for it while I fly?

Sure. I just wish I knew
what the hell I was looking for.

Oh, I think you'll know it
when you see it.

If you see it.

What's wrong?

I don't know,

and that's the problem,
dear boy.

There's something wrong.
Something very wrong.

But I can't figure out
what it is.

Brian? Yeah.

I think I see something.

God almighty.

No.

Yes! We're in business!

Ladies and gentlemen.

- We have found what
we were looking for. -

I'm gonna take us straight
through the middle of it,

and we'll find out
what's on the other side.

Stop! Stop, captain!

Stop!

Keep flying, man.
I'll take care of this.

Stop! Stop! What's going on?

Tell him to turn back.
We've got to turn back. What is it?

We can't...
Calm down, Bob! It's all right now.

Tell the captain
we gotta turn around. We're all gonna die.

Listen to me!
We were all asleep! Get it?

- We were all asleep while we flew through the rip!
- Bloody hell!

Turn back, Brian.
You have to turn back now.

- Nick?
- Yeah.

Nick, are you all right?

Yeah. I've seen better days.

Broke my bloody arm.

- We missed it, didn't we?
- Yeah, we missed it, but why?

When we came all this way.

We missed it, didn't we?
Boy, that was close. You did well.

- Is this the intercom?
- Yeah, but what the hell is going on?

Listen to me, everyone.
We just managed to turn away in time.

We're extremely lucky.

And I've been extremely stupid.

I'll explain.

When we first flew
through the time rip,

everyone on board the plane
that was awake disappeared.

Oh, don't tell me.
We're all awake now.

Oh, my god. Therefore, logic suggests if
we try to fly through the rip again...

Awake... We too disappear.

- That's all.
- That is all?

That's bloody all?

Well, what are we supposed
to do about it?

We have to go to sleep?
How do we do that?

I've never felt less
like sleeping in my whole life.

I don't know what we do now.

But if we're going to try
going through that hole, it has to be soon.

The fuel we've got
will carry us for an hour, no more.

Well, surely
there's other airfields.

There are, but not big enough to
handle an airplane of this size.

No, it has to be l.A.X.

And I'll need at least...

At least 35 minutes
to get there,

and that gives us
20 minutes, at most,

to figure this out
and get through the hole.

Now, how do we put
everybody to sleep at the same time?

Aren't you forgetting
the most important thing of all?

I mean, even if you figure
out a way to put us all out,

who's gonna land
the plane in L.A.?

We're out of luck. You
know that, don't you?

Completely out of luck.

There has to be
a way out of this. There just has to be.

Doesn't there?

There is a way out.

- Damn it, there is!
- What is it, Brian? I can see you're on to something.

Pressure, that's
what I'm on to. Pressure.

Of course. Pressure!

Would you two mind telling me
what you're talking about?

I'm talking about dropping the air
pressure in here to seven p.S.I.

Half sea level. You do that, and
boom, we're out like lights.

Only how do we answer
Laurel's question?

How do I wake up after we've come
through, and land the plane?

One of us will have to stay awake
to turn the pressure up...

Just before
we fly through the rip.

So one of us will...
One of us will have to die.

Well, who's gonna do it?

We all draw straws, or what?

No need for that. I'll do it.

No!

Why should you do it?

Why shouldn't we draw straws?

Why not Bob, or Albert, or me...

- Come with me.
- Nick, there's not much time left.

I know.
Start the things you have to do.

Come on.

Laurel? I think we could
have something, you and me.

Do you think I could
be right about that? If you do, say so.

- There's no time to dance. Absolutely none.
- Yes, I do.

- I think that's right.
- We don't know for sure. We can't know.

It all comes back to time, doesn't it?
Time and sleep and not knowing.

But I have to be
the one, Laurel.

I've tried to keep a reasonable
account of myself during my life,

and all my books
are deeply in the red.

This is my chance
to balance them, and I mean to take it.

I don't understand
what you're...

I wish I could tell you everything
about myself, but there's no time.

Would you do
something special for me?

- If you get out of this, that is.
- Of course.

- Nick!
- Yeah, I'm coming!

Listen to me.
Listen very carefully.

I was going to quit it.
My mind was made up.

Quit what? Doesn't matter. What
matters is you believe me.

I don't know what you're talking
about, but I believe you mean it.

Nick! We're heading towards the rip!

Yeah, I'm coming
just now, damn it!

Listen. My dear old dad lives
in the village of fluting.

It's about 20 miles
south of London.

You ask for him in any shop
along the high street, Mr. Hopewell.

Some of the old ones
still call him "the gaffer."

You go to him, and tell him
I was going to quit it.

You'll need to be persistent.

He tends to turn away
and curse loudly when he hears my name.

Can you be persistent?
Good. Yes.

Now, you repeat what I told you,

and you tell him you believe me.

Tell him... tell him
that I tried my best...

To atone for what happened
outside the church in belfast.

In belfast?

Right. And if you can't get him
to listen, you tell him...

That he must listen,
because of the daisies.

Because of the time
I bought the daisies.

Because when
you brought him daisies...

No, not to him. But it'll do.

- Can you remember that as well?
- Yes. But I...

It's okay.
Thank you so much, Laurel.

Nick!

Are we gonna feel like we're,
you know, choking?

No, no, no.
You'll feel a little giddy.

Just kinda
"swimmy" in the head. And then nothing.

Right.
You never know, I might still be here.

Bad pennies do have
a way of turning up, don't they, Brian?

Anything's possible.

You folks all sit down.
Nick, up here beside me.

Let me show you
what to do, and when to do it.

One second, please.

You had decided to quit.

You made up your mind.

And if your father won't listen,

I'm to remind him of the day
you bought the daisies.

Is that right?

It's letter-perfect, my love.

That's the one to go on,
sure enough.

- Shall we?
- Let's do it.

I am starting to decrease pressure.

Check your seat belts, everyone.

I think you better
put your belt on.

Oxygen mask right beside you.

Nick.

You know what to do.

I know. No fear.

Off to sleep.
Sweet dreams and all that.

Albert?

Would you hold me, please?

Yes. If you'll hold me.

Nick.

I just...

I want to say...

Thank you.

You're welcome, mate.
Been a flight to remember.

Even without the movie
and the free mimosas.

Remember about belfast,

behind the church.

Act of atonement.

Oh, my god.

It's so...

Beautiful.

You're right, Brian.

It is beautiful, and why not?

This is the place
where life... all life, maybe... begins.

The cradle of creation,
and the wellspring of life.

No langoliers allowed
past this point!

Oh, my god!

It's so beautiful!

Ohh.

L.A. approach, this is American pride 29.

Two-niner, 29, heavy.

Approach control,
I'm declaring an emergency here.

- Quit it! Just quit it!
- Sit down. Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

- We're entering heavy traffic, unannounced.
- There is no heavy traffic.

Look for yourself.

We're over L.A., all right.

But what do you see
out the window?

I'll tell you.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Here. Put this on. Put it on.

And this one right here.

Buckle up, ladies and
gentlemen, we're comin' in.

What is it?

Oh, no.

Oh, my god. We're out of fuel.

Hang on. We're going in hard.

Tl.

Hold on.

Watch out! We're gonna hit that truck.

Damn.

Well, that's about as close
as I'd ever want to cut it.

Should have let us crash.

Everything we tried,
Dinah, Nick,

it's all for nothing.

It's just the same here.

It's the same.

It's time to check
on the others.

Let's get off the plane.

This time, we'll use
the cockpit exit.

Thanks.

What's that humming?

Sounds like electricity.

No, I don't think
it's electricity.

I'm not sure what it is, though.

It doesn't sound like anything
I've ever heard before.

Why don't we try
the jet way service door?

Wait.

What?

What is it, Bob?
What do you see?

Well, all I see is
a deserted terminal,

but... It's what I smell.

Jet fuel.

Oil. Rubber. Salt air.
I can smell it.

Holy cow!
Yeah, but that's not the only thing.

Listen.

Do you hear that?

Well, what does it all mean?

If everything's back to normal, why didn't
we see any lights when we were landing?

- Where are the people?
- And what's that noise? It's getting closer.

Let's see if we can
get inside the terminal.

Wait a minute.
I can tell you know something. What is it?

I want to go in the terminal...

And have a look around first.

Come with me. Quickly, please.

There's another door over here.

Here, Albert, you open that.
Try it, quick.

Mm! Delicious.
Absolutely delicious.

Good.

Now, listen, I think
it's gonna happen real soon,

and I don't think
we should be in here when it happens,

because it might not be safe!

Come on. Come on with me! What?

Come on!

Come on. Down here, come on.

Here. Get up
against the wall here.

I think we're safe here.
We're out of the main flow of traffic.

- What's gonna happen?
- When we flew through the time rip going east,

we went back in time,
into the past about 15 minutes, remember?

- I do.
- It brought us into the future. That's it, isn't it?

This time rip brought us
into the future!

I believe so.
Only we haven't returned...

To a dead world
that's moved on without us,

we've returned to a world
that's waiting to be born.

Look at that! I don't know what
it is, but it's wonderful!

I love it!
I think that the present...

Is on the verge
of catching up to us.

Okay, hang on.
There might be a jerk or something.

Oh, wow!

Look! Brian, look!

- Daddy!
- Dad! Daddy!

What? I'm looking
for your mother. New people!

Look at the new people.

Yeah. Great. Come on.

Let's go find your mom.

Did you hear that?

Did you hear what she said? Yes.

Is that who we are?
The "new people"?

Are we the "new people"?

That's what
it feels like. That was wonderful!

My god, that was
the most wonderful thing! Cool!

Captain, what do you think
we should do now? I want to go outside.

Breathe some fresh air. Yes!

And look at the sky. Yes, but we
should notify the authorities...

Oh, we will. We will.
The sky first.

May we get something
to eat on the way? Oh!

Hey, my watch has stopped.

Mine too. Let's blow this joint.

Unless any of you
want to take the next flight east.

Mm-mm. Not now. But soon.

And all the way to england.

There's a man
I need to see there in fluting.

The old people
still call him "the gaffer."

What are you
talking about? Daisies.

I'm talking
about daisies! Come on.

Come on, let's go!

As for me, the next time I go to Boston,

I'm gonna take a slow train.

Bob, you're gonna get over that.

I know! I'm so happy!

Yeah!