Flood Page #8

- You don't know when he'll be back?

- Buy me all the time you can.

Professor Morrison won't be coming back.

OK, let's go.

Help me prime these gates.

Pull down, and up.

We've begun priming the gates. As soon

as it's completed I can open the Barrier.

- ( Nash) Sam

- Two minutes.

- The Prime Minister.

- Hang on one moment.

I'm through to the Barrier. They have

to prime the gate before it can open.

Prime Minister, we need to get

the aircraft to the Barrier now.

We're running out of time.

Good God!

(Ashncroft) We need a decision

Major General, you have my

authority to destroy the Barrier.

(Nash) What!?

We have a go. You're

clear for takeoff.

(Man) We're clear for takeoff.

Sam, you all have to get

out of there now.

It's too late ma'am.

We're gonna finish this.

- Come on.

- It's only a matter of minutes.

(Rob) That's it.

Follow me.

Ahh!

(Rapid beeping)

OK.

(Pilot) Cobra 2, we're minutes

away from the Barrier.

(Beeps)

(Klaxon)

Commissioner Nash, status report. - Bear

with me a few moments, Prime Minister.

(Klaxon)

- Barrier.

- Sam.

- The gates are opening! They've done it.

- The gates are opening.

- Stand them down, Ashcroft.

- Abort. I repeat, abort.

(Pilot) Disengage! Abort! Abort now!

Oh...

- Stand back there, please.

- Stand back.

(Laughter)

(Helicopter blades whir)

(Whispers) Thank you.

He left you this.

He loved you.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Take my father home.

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