Armageddon

This is the Earth at a time

when the dinosaurs roamed...

a lush and fertile planet.

A piece of rock just six miles wide

changed all that.

lt hit with the force

of 10,000 nuclear weapons.

A trillion tons of dirt and rock

hurtled into the atmosphere...

creating a suffocating

blanket of dust...

the sun was powerless

to penetrate...

for a thousand years.

lt happened before.

lt will happen again.

lt's just a question of when.

Engineering director-- Engineering--

- Say again, Rudy.

- Houston, affirmative.

l'm gonna try again.

This time why don't we put in a hold

at nine. Cancel the pending resume.

Almost got it.

- Dennis, l'm almost there.

- Houston, Pete's looking real strong.

Okay, Pete. We got that coupling

on the board here now.

We'll give you the go-ahead

from down here when it's in alignment.

Sounds good.

Give me ten seconds.

His heart rate's racing.

- Hey, Pete. lt's Truman.

- Hey.

- How you doing up there, Hoss?

- Pretty good.

Now, listen, Pete.

We got an eye on your meds here.

l'll give you a buffalo nickel

if you'll calm down just a little bit.

- Can you do that for me?

- Whatever you say.

Okay, uh, now we got plenty of time,

buddy, so don't you worry.

- Atlantis--

- Okay. Looking good here.

- He's got it.

- He'll be all right.

- Go ahead, Atlantis.

Roger that, Houston.

Suggest we start reeling Pete in.

- The system's down.

- No.

- What the hell is that?

- My Lord.

We're down.

Houston!

- We've lost all contact.

- What happened?

Stewart, play that tape back!

Houston!

Multiple bogeys! Multiple bogeys!

Sector five, niner. l have three.

Now five. Unidentified tracts.

- My screen's full.

- Multiple tracts headed towards

the Atlantic seaboard.

This could be

a surprise missile attack.

Mr President, the shuttle Atlantis

just exploded in space.

Okay, l want three groups!

One:
internal malfunction.

Get the log tape. Start working back.

Maybe it's a glitch.

Two:
l want NORAD Space Command and the

junk you track in every orbit.

l want you to check, recheck

and then do it all over again.

Number three:
wild cards,

anything and everything.

All right? Now, big Ross,

l want you to get on the telephone.

- Wake up 11,000 people.

- Right.

- Walt, get 'em going.

- Let's go!

- Karl!

Karl! Karl!

Karl! Your Stouffer's pot pie's

been on the table almost ten hours.

- l want a divorce.

- Dottie, l'm on to something big here.

l-l don't know what this is, but it

looks like something's burning up there.

Go get my phone book, will you?

Get my phone book. Get those names

of those guys from NASA.

Excuse me! Am l wearing a sign

that says, ''Karl's slave''?

Go get my goddam phone book!

Get the book!

Get the book!

Get the book!

Space Command is reporting negative.

That is zero global launches.

- lt might just be pieces of

the shuttle breaking up as it comes in.

- Yeah, it might be Santa Claus.

Until we get definitive, reliable

alternative confirmation, General...

we go to defcon three.

l'm getting ready for the big time

Someday you're gonna say

l'm big time too

Hey, little man! Little Richard!

Me and you, man!

We going to the top, baby! Big time!

Yo, man, l ain't gonna be ridin'

this bike the rest of my life!

You know what l'm sayin'?

l'm gettin' a motorcycle, baby.

We gonna travel in style.

l'm getting ready for the big time

Someday you're gonna say

l'm big time

Watch where you're goin'. l bet you,

none of y'all stop for brothers.

Slow down, Little Richard.

You've been ridin' all morning, man.

You gotta take a dump?

- We interrupt our regularly

scheduled programme to bring you

this special report.

- Hey, man, what happened?

The shuttle Atlantis exploded in space

at 3:
47 a.m., Eastern Standard Time.

This morning

NASA officials are denying--

Hey! Hey, get! Get!

- That's my Godzilla. Come on, now.

- Yo, fool!

-Don't be kickin' Little Richard.

What the hell your problem?

-Now that dog's eating my Godzilla, man.

- And what's a little runt like you

gonna do about it?

- Get him, Richard. Sic him.

lf l wasn't a Christian,

l'd be throwin' your fat,

pineapple-eatin' ass through the window.

- Why we not going, huh?

- Well, y-y-you know why?

'Cause this is New York City.

Anything could have happened.

Look at that. Uh, let's see.

lt could have been a terrorist bomb.

lt could have been

a dead body somebody shot, stabbed.

And it's Friday. Payday too.

- Somebody probably jumped,

didn't get their pay cheque. Yes.

- l want to go shopping.

Me too, but we ain't goin' nowhere

'cause this is a traffic jam.

- Little Richard.

- Hurry! Right over there!

- Go!

Yo, Little Richard!

Hang on, Little Richard!

l'm comin'!

Don't you worry about it.

l'm gonna get you outta there!

You okay, buddy?

Don't worry about it. Hang in there.

Somebody dial 911!

My screen's full!

They're all over the place!

Bogeys are breachin'

the atmosphere from Finland down

the North American seaboard.

Whoa!

Look at that!

Oh, we at war!

Saddam Hussein is bombin' us!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

Get out of here!

Oh, my God!

Let's stay focused.

We need to map the trajectory now.

- That could take a week.

- Just find it, okay?

- l want to know if the worst is over

or if it's on its way.

- We've got General Kimsey on the line.

We've got hits from Finland to South

Carolina. We know they're not missiles.

Now what the hell is it?

lt's a meteor shower.

That's what took out the shuttle.

- He's waiting for you.

- What's the death toll?

l've got the President

on Air Force One demanding answers.

ls it over?

General, we've got 11,000 people at NASA

trying to figure that out right now.

When we know, you'll know.

Okay, Karl, listen.

l want you to take your time.

Yes, sir. You are definitely the first.

Okay, first coordinate.

One-two-three-nine. 1239, right?

- FBl locked his location.

- Saw an explosion in space.

- Okay.

- The last one--

- Now, listen, Karl, this is top secret.

- Sir, l'm retired Navy.

l know all about classified.

But one more thing. The person

that finds her gets to name her, right?

- Yes, that's right. That's right.

- l want to name her Dottie,

after my wife.

- She's a vicious, life-suckin' b*tch

from which there's no escape.

- That's-- That's sweet, Karl.

S.D.l., this is Flight Director.

l want to get that Hubble movin',

and l want it now.

Roger that.

We're movin' the Hubble!

- lt's enormous.

- This is the anomaly at 1643.

Here is the anomaly at 1658.

And here is the anomaly at 1700.

Enough with this

''anomaly'' horseshit!

- What is this thing?

- lt's an asteroid, sir.

How big are we talking?

Sir, our best estimate

is 97.6 billion--

- lt's the size of Texas, Mr President.

- Y-Y-Yes, sir.

Dan, we didn't

see this thing coming?

Well, our object collision

budget's a million dollars.

That allows us to track

about three percent of the sky.

- And begging your pardon, sir,

but it's a big-ass sky.

- And the ones this morning?

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