A Sound of Thunder Page #3

Hands to your side.

Oh my God, it's so tight.

I can't move.

Why so tight?

We are going to enter

the virtual receiver.

You've got to stay still or the particle

beam will not hit the right spot.

You want all those atoms winding up

in the same place

and as the same people.

If you feel disoriented,

concentrate on your heartbeat,

it'll calm you down.

And whatever you do,

don't look into the light!

What?

Just kidding.

This is supposed to be fun.

Let's go get him!

- Everyone okay?

- Yeah, we're both fine.

Remember, don't touch anything.

- Something up, Mr. Eckles?

- My gun doesn't work!

That's a safety feature.

They won't fire until

- Travis fires first.

- Why the hell not?

To keep clients from

shooting things they shouldn't.

Derris, let's not mention this

in our report.

- No harm, no foul.

- Appreciate it.

I'm not that big of a dick.

I just like to talk.

Eckles is barely holding it together.

BP's through the roof,

breathing's shallow. Watch him.

This animal's big, right?

Better be for this money.

Check it out.

That's him, isn't it?

- Guys, remember...

- Is that him?

...wait for my command.

Whatever happens,

do not step off of the path.

Holy...

Cute, isn't he?

Get a grip, Ted!

All right, big guy.

Three steps.

Now turn your head to the right.

Wait! Not yet.

Hold it.

Hold it!

Now!

Jenny, take the shot!

Payne, we got a major problem here!

The designator shorted out! The safety

won't release on the other guns!

- Fix it!

- Even if I could, it'll take time!

We don't have time!

Cut it out, for Christ's sake!

This is part of the show, right?

Over here! Try and get me!

Come on, you bastard, take me on!

Get behind the bushes!

That's right! Come and get me!

- Get behind the bushes!

- We're not going alone!

You guys, run! Take off!

Get behind him!

Over here! Take me on!

Come on! Over here, you a**hole!

- Sh*t!

- Over here, big guy! Yo! Yo!

Jenny, no!

Jenny, get down!

Go, yo!

Come on, over this way! Over here.

Come for me!

Jenny, go!

- Payne, my gun!

- I got it!

Over here! Look at me!

Now try it!

Don't you ever

pull a stunt like that again!

If anyone dies to save someone's rich,

fat ass, it'll be me. Got it?

Where are the clients?

Let's go.

Anyone hurt?

They're fine.

You sure he's dead?

- You want to check his pulse, Ted?

- He fell right where he was supposed to.

You got lucky.

Did anyone break any protocols?

Then we're clean.

- Travis, the volcano.

- We better get going.

Follow me.

By the time I'm done suing you,

I am going to own this joint!

That's your right, Mr. Middleton.

I understand you're upset.

But look beyond

your immediate feelings.

Look at what you achieved today.

I almost achieved getting eaten!

And you weren't.

Countless clients

have jumped back through time

faced the allosaurus, and gone home

proud that they cheated death.

And in reality, they cheated nothing.

It was elaborate, expensive,

authentic, and a fantasy.

It was controlled.

The outcome never in doubt.

Not for a moment.

You two.

Circumstances were thrust upon you,

like all moments of great courage.

Sue me if you want to,

but for Christ's sake,

look at what you two did today.

You faced death for real!

All controls off

and you survived!

You stood shoulder-to-shoulder,

Columbus...

Jesus.

...discovering America,

Armstrong walking on the moon,

Brubaker landing on Mars!

You are true pioneers!

Gentlemen,

I salute you.

I swear, that dude could sell

art lessons to a blind man.

So what happened?

Moisture damage. A leak

from a broken box of nitrogen bullets.

I tested the gun before we jumped,

but the short occurred after.

We have to change our whole procedure.

This cannot happen again.

It was an accident, you know?

We cannot have accidents.

While I was a physics major in college,

we studied something called

the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.

It proves that there is no such thing

as zero tolerance. It doesn't exist.

You basically can't be

a hundred percent sure of anything.

No matter how hard you try, accidents...

...happen.

We can't have accidents.

Good evening, Dr. Ryer.

How about this weather?

I guess this is

what they call Indian summer.

70 degrees... in November!

It's different, that's for sure.

Unseasonably hot weather continues

today with highs in the upper 80s.

The skies will be clear

and the humidity

will remain around 90 percent.

Thousands of fish beached themselves

on the shore of Lake Michigan overnight.

Scientists from the University

of Chicago are investigating.

They're at a loss to explain

what caused the phenomenon.

The beaching provides an opportunity

for amateur fishermen,

but wait until

the cause is determined

before you eat your catch.

Suicidal fish. That's a new one.

The Health Department says

that the UV count is extremely high,

so if you want to soak up

this amazing

warm sunshine in November,

you'd better protect yourself.

An SPF of 45

or stronger is recommended.

What happened here?

Check it out.

This wall's at least

three feet thick.

That plant

must've really wanted out, huh?

Sorry.

What? You've seen me skinny-dipping.

You were eight.

Get over it.

When did you become such a brat?

You ready for this today?

You know what they say

about falling off a horse?

Take a cab?

Get right back on.

What if your horse weighs

12,000 pounds and tries to eat you?

Everyone, everyone!

Mr. Zong, Mr. Chang,

get ready for the ride of your lives!

Travis! Don't you want to say

something about the light?

Gentlemen,

please don't look at the lights.

Whatever.

All right. Let's do this.

You feel it?

Something's off.

Something's different.

Travis! Look!

Oh, my God.

What is noise?

Back to the portal! Now!

Everybody get back! Move!

Get them back to the portal now!

Come on, let's go! Hurry!

Move! Get back!

Jenny, leave it!

When the path retracts,

it'll fall! On the ground!

Get them back to the portal now!

Let's go, Jenny! Come on!

I said, let's go!

I can do this! Calm down!

Keep moving!

Run!

Jenny, run!

Lucas! What the hell

just happened back there?

TAMI missed her entry point

by five minutes!

- We were late!

- Make sure everyone's all right.

TAMI has never been off

by a millisecond before.

TAMI, why were you off

in your calculations?

Please be specific, Dr. Ryer.

On our last jump, you missed

our entry point by five minutes.

- Why?

- I'm afraid you're mistaken, Doctor.

My calculations were precise. You were

sent to the correct coordinates.

We need to talk.

We've just stepped

into a world of trouble.

She was off by five minutes,

out of 65 million years.

It's a minor glitch.

We can fix it.

I had to file a report.

Jeez, Clay,

you didn't have to do that.

I had no alternative.

Of course you had an alternative.

You could have thought big

instead of little, which is all

your pea-brain is capable of

before it explodes.

Now you get to cause me grief

just because you can.

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