Cocoon: The Return Page #6

I belong here. I'm going to take thatjob

with the children. It's what I want.

- You'll be all alone.

- What am I, chopped liver? She'll be fine.

We're gonna miss you...

more than you know.

- Goodbye, Bernie.

- Bye, Art.

- I hate these long goodbyes, so bye, my girl.

- Bye-bye.

- Bernie, I'm glad I got to see you.

- Me too, Ben.

- Goodbye, dear.

- Goodbye, Mary.

Bye, Bernie. Bye.

- Goodbye, Alma.

- Bye.

Be careful, Jack.

- Goin' to get something to eat.

- Bring me back a burger.

I'm so sorry.

Down by six, right?

Come on.

You take the passenger side.

Good evening, Doc.

You're working kinda late.

Yeah, well, I had a couple of things

I had to finish up.

You have a good evening.

- Power failure!

- Rebecca, get Engineering.

- Right.

Damn!

That was weird.

- Oh, my God. Rebecca, get Dr Baron!

- Right.

- He's not in here.

- Phil!

- Phil!

- Where the hell would he go?

- This way.

- Yeah, let's check it out.

- Have you seen anything?

- This way, this way.

Phil.

- Don't run.

- Sara, make sure the building is sealed.

- Don't forget the sea door by the tanks.

- Right.

Be careful. Don't frighten him.

There's someone in the building.

Check out the west wing.

Let's go back to the lab.

- Nothing down that way, sir.

- All right... all right.

We split up here. Everyone takes a door and

stays put. Nothing gets out of this building.

Doug. Rebecca.

You, come with me. Come on.

I'll check the central core.

OK. OK. We better move.

Grandpa!

David? Good.

Come on, you can help me.

We're gonna have to do this, son.

Take a hold.

Let's get it open.

Lean in.

All right. Push, David. Push.

Aagh!

I got it, Gramps!

Stop!

What are you doing?

Well, you see, he's my friend.

And we're gonna take him home.

OK?

Here they come.

Did you see anyone, ma'am?

No.

- Ahoy!

- Hello. Welcome back.

There we go.

All right, sir. There you go.

- There you go, my boy.

- Hello, darling.

- David, what are you doing here?

- Grandma.

Are you all right? Are you both all right?

What happened?

Now, Mother, he was a lot of help to me

and without him, I wouldn't be here.

- Yeah. I did all right, didn't I, Grandpa?

- I'll say! Hitting a baseball'll be a cinch now.

I wish you'd be here to see it.

We will be.

What?

- Well, hell, that's what you want, isn't it?

- Oh, Ben!

Oh, thank you, my darling. Thank you.

Walter!

- Good to see you, Jack.

- You make one hell of an entrance.

Thank you.

- You've done well.

- He's weak, but he'll survive.

Well, I see the gang's all here.

- Not the whole gang.

- I know.

I'm sorry about Joe. He was a good man.

And a good friend to all of us.

Well, Ben, are you sure

you won't come with us?

Real sure.

I tell you.

See, Walter, a man's

not supposed to outlive his children.

And besides, I may see you

some other time, some other place.

That may be true, Ben.

Well, I think it's time to leave.

You've no idea how we'll miss you.

You'll make a wonderful mother.

You'll make a wonderful grandmother.

You won't forget us, will you?

Forget you? Ha!

No, we won't forget you.

Now, you better get goin'.

You'll miss your connection in Baltimore!

I thought you only cried

when somebody died.

Or when your friends are leaving.

Yeah!

I see what you mean.

Goodbye, Ben.

Well... Oh, hey, come here.

I got something here that means a lot to me.

I want you to have it, Kitty.

It's my high-school graduation photo.

I got it framed so you can

put it on the TV or something.

Thank you. I really love it, Jack.

I'll miss you, Kitty.

- I'll miss you too, Jack.

- I'm sorry. Kitty, it's time.

Excuse me?

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but

I ran out of gas and you were the only light.

Do you know a place nearby

where I can get gasoline?

I'll be right with you.

Yeah, there's an all-nighter

about a mile down the road.

I can give you a lift, if you want.

- Sure you wouldn't mind?

- Oh, no. No problem.

- Kinda late to be out, huh?

- Yeah. Well, I'm just on my way from work.

At this hour?!

I wouldn't want yourjob.

Neither would I. I just quit.

- Why are you looking at me that way?

- Honestly, this is no line, I swear,

but I think I know you from somewhere.

- No, I don't think so.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- You look so familiar.

No, I never forget a face.

I'm sure I'd remember yours.

- My name's Jack. Jack Bonner.

- Sara. Nice to meet you, Jack.

Pleasure.

- It's chilly, isn't it?

- Yeah. Well, you know, down... Oh!

Where's my manners?

- Here you go.

- Oh, thanks.

- Ever been in a glass-bottom boat?

- No.

- Wanna go on one?

- Yeah, I've always wanted to.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Well, I got one.

- Really?

Yeah. Well, the bank owns it, but you're

looking at a captain of a glass-bottom boat.

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