Daylight Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1996
- 114 min
- 698 Views
I know. You have a choice.
It's like the first person
that ever ate a raw oyster.
- What are you talking about ?
starving to death to get
involved with a raw oyster.
- He probably had to eat it
or die. Stay with me.
- Uh-huh. I'm here.
It was slimy. It smelled. It looked
like something out of a bad chest cold.
So there had to be that moment
of truth before he sucked that
slider down. Staying with me ?
- I'm here.
- Think of that moment of truth.
Do I really need this ?
Do I want this in my life ?
But he had to eat.
So he dug down and found the guts
just like you did.
- Is that a compliment ?
- Yes. Come on. Where're you from ?
- La Porte, Indiana.
- And what do you do ?
I write. I try to get my plays produced.
Nobody goes to the theater anymore.
- And you were going home ?
- Yeah. I was.
So, uh-- So tell me something,
all right ? For real.
I probably won't be able to take it,
but are we gonna get out of here ?
Madelyne, I wouldn't be down here
if I didn't think so. I swear.
- Promise ?
- I promise. Now trust me. Come on.
So, this explosion
that we're setting could cause
the whole thing to cave in, right ?
- It could happen.
- It's better than a blowout.
A blowout ?
I really hate the way that sounds.
- You okay ?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Go back to "blowout."
Please explain.
If the water level was higher,
the air would blow to the top.
- Like a cork ? A geyser ?
- It happened to a couple of guys
digging the Baltimore Tunnel.
- And what happened to them ?
They died, right ?
- Help me open this pack.
They died, right ?
One made it.
Help me out.
All right, keep a tight grip.
We're gonna make it.
[ Grunting ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Panting ]
[ Blows On Hand ]
[ Grunts ]
- [ Screams ]
[ Screaming ]
Kit !
Kit !
[ Panting ]
- You're insane !
- Gimme that, Madelyne.
We're hot ! Go !
[ Panting ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Screams ]
Hey, what are you doing ?
Go on. It's snagged !
[ Terrified Chattering ]
Stay in there.
Stay in there.
- What about you ?
- The hell with me ! Go !
Go ! The hell with me.
[ Grunts ]
- [ Explosion ]
- [ Gasps ]
[ Gasps, Panting ]
Aaah !
[ Screaming ]
[ Mikey ]
Yes ! He did it !
[ All Cheering ]
[ Panting ]
You okay ?
[ Panting ]
We gotta stop asking
each other that.
[ Firemen Chattering ]
- What do you got ? How big ?
- Three-point-three.
That's a hell of a bang, sir.
- [ Crewman #1 ] Three-bar !
- [ Foreman ] Look out below !
We're coming down !
[ Helicopter Blades Whirring ]
[ Fireman ] Make more room !
[ George ]
to dig us out from the Manhattan end !
- No !
- What ? They're digging.
What's wrong ?
The digging can shift pressure and bring
the place down. They're not thinking.
- Or maybe they are
and they think we're dead.
- Digging at the Manhattan end !
Latura ! They're coming !
[ Screaming ]
Oh, sh*t.
No !
George !
- Hold on, big man ! Hold on !
- I can't-- I can't move.
- Can you feel your body ?
George, can you feel your body ?
- I can't move.
- I can't feel my body.
- Okay, hold on, big man ! Hold on !
[ Panting ]
Am I okay ? Am--
Am... I... okay ?
Oh, God.
- [ Grunting ]
- Am I okay ?
[ Grunting ]
[ Spits ] It'll keep you alive.
Breathe through this, George.
Breathe, breathe. Please. Come on.
Don't let it beat you !
In and out ! In !
Come on, George ! Come on.
- Breathe !
- [ Coughing ]
Breathe, breathe, please.
Leverage ! We need leverage !
Get that truck up !
[ Panting ]
Come on.
Oh, George.
[ Ashley ]
Come on, come on.
We're coming.
- All right, got it ? Take it.
- I'll take it.
- We're gonna make it.
- Thank you.
- Come on. Move, move, move !
- [ Ashley ] We got him !
Take that !
- All right, lift, lift, lift, lift !
- We're with you.
- We're right here.
- We're with you, George.
- [ Eleanor ]
Breathe as strong as you can.
- That's it, you got it !
- George can't hear
'cause the water's going !
- [ Grunting ]
Come on, George.
Stay with us, George. Stay with us.
- Oh, my God. He's going under.
- [ Grunts ]
[ Vincent ]
Keep them coming !
- Get it off him !
- All right !
- [ Grunts ]
- Okay, let me know when.
- Okay !
One, two, three !
[ Both Straining ]
- We got him !
- He's out.
Okay, come on.
Get him out of the water.
Hold his head. Don't let his head go !
- Get the planks outta there !
- Keep it moving. Come on !
- Come on ! Come on !
- Here it comes.
[ Mikey ]
We got it.
Bring it down. Come on !
[ Sarah ]
Get over here !
Everybody get ready to lift him
on the count of three. Ready ?
All right, altogether.
One, two, three !
- You got him ?
- Keep moving so we don't--
- We need somebody up here !
- Here we go now, all right ?
- [ Shouting Indistinctly ]
- [ Mikey ] Come on. Let's go.
- Let's go. It's freezing.
- You're doing great.
Together we can do it.
We can do anything.
All right,
one, two, three. Lift !
[ Reporters All Chattering At Once ]
I hope they're alive. Hang on.
We're doing the best we can.
I don't know. I don't know !
Now, please.
- Do you have any survivors ?
- I can't answer that.
- Are you going to guard the place ?
- Is it completely collapsed ?
I said that's it !
That's it !
[ Helicopter Blades Whirring ]
[ Reporters Continue Chattering ]
Why George ?
Why-- Why is it always
the good people ?
I can't answer that. You just hope--
I mean, you just gotta believe it.
I think some people
are gonna make it out of there.
- [ Sighs ]
- Well, yeah, we gotta think that.
Yeah... we do.
[ Boat Horn Honking ]
[ People Chattering ]
[ Steven ]
George, I'd give you my shirt,
but I don't think it'd do much good.
[ Eleanor ] George, we'd give you
the shirt off our backs.
- It'll be all right.
Keep calm. We're here with you.
- How'd you get fired ?
[ Grunts ] It's a long story.
Stay with us.
She said she read
you got people killed.
She's right.
Did she mention it was
a building collapse in the South Bronx ?
- No, she said--
- And that we were the
first ones on the scene ?
No.
And some of the guys said, "Forget it.
They're probably dead anyway" ?
Or read the part where I said,
"if we were goin' in--"
Or mention that
I was wrong ? Hmm ?
That a gas main blew on the way out
and three men died ?
My friend's brother
was one of them ?
Did she mention the press,
the inquiry, the funerals ?
You're a writer, you can
fill out the rest, can't you ?
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