Holocaust 2000 Page #3

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- Cigar?

- Do you really--

do you really believe

in all this?

Certainly, otherwise my faith

would have no meaning.

The only sure proof of faith

I see around here

are Cuban cigars

and the best brandy.

You're right.

Lately I've read

the stock market reports too much

and my prayer books too little.

Ah.

Maybe through you

the Lord has sent me a sign.

Let me show you something.

Our destiny is written here

in the words of "The Apocalypse"

in the upscale language

of symbols.

See?

Here the Antichrist is pictured

in the guise of a lamb.

But It has two horns--

symbol of betrayal.

The Antichrist will unleash

the dragon

that will destroy mankind.

And it will reign for 42 months--

in other words,

1263 days.

That could have been drawn

by the same hand.

5,000 miles apart?

And 10 centuries later?

Incredible.

I think that

you and your monsignor

had rather too much brandy,

Mr. Caine.

Oh.

- No, we didn't.

- But anybody knows that digital numbers

read backwards can form

all sorts of words.

It's a joke

with computer operators.

- What about the photograph?

- Why, it's myths.

Prophecies, good God.

You can twist those to fit

any kind of madness.

People called Marx the Antichrist--

Hitler, Stalin.

- Genghis Khan, Tamburlaine.

- All right, you've made your point.

What about the computer?

Well, it's working

perfectly well now.

We made a few adjustments

and we're beginning to get the answers.

Fine.

But you still haven't told me

what happened.

Yes, well, we're not sure.

But there has to be

a rational explanation.

- Like what?

- I will find it, Mr. Caine.

Believe me.

You expect me to admit

that a $20-million machine

has gone religious on us?

Oh yeah, here's that report

you asked me for.

Well, about time.

- Aren't you gonna read it?

- I'll get around to it.

I'll get around to it.

- Kate?

- Yes, Mr. Caine?

I'm leaving now. Will you remind me

to call Professor Meyer in the morning,

- all right?

- Yes, Mr. Caine.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Caine,

what do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

Don't stop, it's me.

You pop up

in the most unexpected places.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want them

to see us together.

You've been seeing too many movies.

What's the mystery?

Harbin, our new prime minister,

had decided to speed things up.

- He's flying in tomorrow.

- I know.

At the international meeting

of the oil nations.

No.

Harbin will take advantage

of the occasion

and will take a very hard stand

against the thermonuclear plant.

So what can you do?

Professor Ernst Meyer,

he's writing a very favorable report

on my project.

Aha.

I hope to get it

before tomorrow morning.

This is Robert Caine.

I'd like to speak to Professor Meyer.

Huh?

Really?

Thank you.

Professor Meyer's disappeared.

Nobody's heard anything

about him for two days.

- Okay, is everybody ready?

- One two three.

- Received.

- What's the aperture on this?

Check everything off.

Come on, we haven't got much time.

Let's get a move on.

By the way, check that no phones

are getting out, all right?

Harbin has decided to hold

a press conference right now.

No chance of meeting him

when he gets off the plane?

No.

We haven't accomplished

very much, have we?

Only to lose my job.

I'm sorry.

Well, Harbin's against us,

Meyer's disappeared,

looks like it's all over this time.

- Let's have lunch.

- Sure.

We expect he'll be

the first person to come out.

Ah, Prime Minister Harbin's

leaving the aircraft now.

And the place is full of security men.

Helicopters are standing by

to transport the official convoy

from the airport to the city.

By radio telephone from his plane,

Premier Harbin suddenly announced

that he intends to hold a press

conference here at the airport

and we expect to have him

before our microphone.

...line the streets of the capital

city to wish the Premier success.

On his first diplomatic mission.

This is terrible.

The Prime Minister has suffered a terr--

the helicopter blade--

he's-- he's down and it would appear

that he was killed instantly.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

This is where

I can catch my breath.

When I'm tired of playing

the civilized man

I come here.

This is where I hide.

But I must warn you,

it's very primitive.

No TV. No telephone.

It's terrible. No pollution.

No progress.

Progress...

and after centuries of it, all we want

is to come back where we started from.

Fish from the sea,

cherries from the tree,

flowers...

Come on.

Here.

Come here. Ooooh.

Cute.

So sweet.

What do our children want to be...

- Good morning, Mr. Caine.

- Good morning, Jim.

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

- What do our children...

- See that they all have some coffee.

- Yes, sir.

- ...when they grow up? Alive!

What do our children--

- Morning, Mr. Caine.

- Morning, George.

- Hello, Kate.

- Morning, Mr. Caine.

Would you tell my son to come

into my office, please?

But, Mr. Caine, he's--

Our specifications must be

followed precisely. Precisely!

Now send back

the whole consignment.

And tell these people if we find

one more defective piece,

we'll cancel the contracts

and sue them.

- Did I interrupt something?

- No.

No, we've finished.

Thank you, gentlemen.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, sir.

Where have you been?

- I thought I needed a change.

- I'm glad you're back.

- I'm no substitute.

- I'm not so sure about that.

You look younger, Father.

Listen, we've had a telex

from Geneva Financial Holding.

The caretaker government

that's replaced Harbin

has agreed to go ahead

with the project.

Right back on track.

- Did you read my report?

- Hmm?

- Oh, Angel, I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

Just sit back and listen.

I taped it for you.

Well, you saved my old eyes.

Are you sure you know how to cook?

Hmm?

Hey, how about this, huh?

- Is this all right?

- Sure.

Is this the top? No.

There, hmm?

- There.

- Naturally.

Because-- hmm?

You're not just a pretty face.

Hey, how about here, huh?

- Right here?

- Yes, perfect.

It ain't that funny.

What I'm gonna do to you now--

No no.

Saved by the bell.

I'll get it.

- How did you--

- Just good detective work.

- Come in.

- Who is it?

Sara...

this is my son.

Angel.

Hello.

- Lunch for three?

- Why not?

Beautiful.

- Magic.

- Nope.

Just a modest application

of hydrodynamics.

Let's drink to magic.

No no, please.

I've had too much to drink already.

No no, be good and sit down.

But don't get used to it because

it will be your turn next time.

Thank you.

- Well?

- Congratulations.

Why didn't you

introduce us before?

Frankly I was a little bit

embarrassed.

You know, Sara's closer

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