Le jour d'apres Page #4

...indicating that it froze instantly

while grazing."

REPORTER [ON TV]: It's been 24

hours since snow started failing...

...across the British isies...

...and over Northern Europe.

It shows no signs of letting up.

No, no, no.

You've got to stop worrying. No, no.

It's fine. We've got plenty of supplies.

We're just snowed in.

Yeah. No, it's all right. It's all right.

No, you stay where you are.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, l love you too. Okay, bye.

-Hey. How's Jeanette?

-Oh, fine.

The ferry just landed.

DENNlS:
Must be nice in Spain.

Wish I was there.

REPORTER [ON TV]: A Search-and-reScue

team has been depioyed by helicopter...

...to airiift the royai famiiy to safety.

-Yeah, you think they'll come get us?

-Not likely.

Luckily we've got our own genny,

enough tea and biscuits to sink a ship.

Oh, we'll be fine.

As long as the loo

doesn't back up again.

[LAUGHlNG]

REPORTER [ON TV]: In Ireland, thoSe

remaining in Belfast and Bambridge...

...have been urged to evacuate

to Dublin as soon as possibie.

The north continues to receive

the worst of the storm...

...and conditions in the south

are expected to worsen.

PILOT 1:
We've got zero visibility.

Maintain heading and speed.

PlLOT 2:
What's our heading?

COPlLOT:
035, sir.

Approximately 40 kilometers

from Balmoral Castle.

PlLOT 1 :

We've lost visual contact with you.

-This gauge can't be right.

PILOT 1:
Wind speed has dropped to zero.

We have verticai walis

of cirrus cioud formations.

[BUZZlNG]

COPlLOT:

What is going on?

PlLOT 2:
The bloody fuel lines

are starting to freeze.

[YELLING lNDlSTlNCTLY]

PlLOT 3:
Port engine pressure is dropping.

The rotor rpm is dropping.

We've got a flameout on

the starboard side as well.

Prepare for crash landing.

Select emergency fuel.

Come on, you bastard!

Come on!

RAPSON:
What I'm about to say

is supposed to be confidential.

Several hours ago, three helicopters

went down over Scotland.

They crashed because the fuel

in their lines froze.

JACK:

At what temperature does--?

RAPSON:

Negative 1 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

We had to iook it up.

The temperature dropped

phenomenally fast.

On the ground, people froze before

they could get out of their cars even.

Can you get a satellite picture

of Scotland two hours ago?

-Yeah.

-We've got mountains of data...

...but nowhere near enough computer

power to analyze it. Can you help us?

Send us what you got.

We'll do our best.

RAPSON:

Thanks, Jack. Bye for now.

This is Scotland at the time

the temperature dropped.

FRANK:

This thing looks just like a hurricane.

JANET:

Only hurricanes don't form over land.

[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]

-Good evening, sir.

-Hey, Harold.

-Thanks. See you in the morning.

-Right, sir.

DOORMAN:
Terrible weather.

J.D.:
Tell me about it.

LAURA:

Wow.

You live here?

J.D.:

Just on the weekends.

It's my dad's place.

He's kind of never around, so....

Where is he?

Skiing in Europe with my stepmom.

LAURA:

Is this you and your brother?

Yeah, that's when we took

a bike trip together.

It's been raining like this

for three days now.

[HORNS HONKING]

MAN:

Come on, hurry up.

I'm just standing here.

You can't stay here.

LUTHER:

I never liked this neighborhood.

REPORTER 1 [ON TV]: It's a mob Scene

here at Grand Central Station.

Over half the platforms are flooded and

service has been suspended on ali trains.

With pianes stiil grounded

and trains now out of service...

...that's bad news for the....

Victor's coming to pick me up.

You guys want a ride to the train station?

Not anymore.

REPORTER 2 [ON TV]: In Nova Scotia

eariier today the ocean rose by 25 feet...

...in a matter of seconds.

What we have feared for the past

few days has indeed happened.

The cold front moving from the Arctic...

...has created an enormous

storm system in Canada...

...which, incredible as it sounds,

looks more iike a tropicai hurricane....

I gotta go pick up my little brother.

Do you guys want a ride?

Where is he?

J.D.:

He's in a boarding school in Philadelphia.

REPORTER 2 [ON TV]:

If this system moves south...

...we could see

a wind-driven storm surge...

...threaten the entire

Eastern Seaboard.

Okay, bye.

Victor's stuck in traffic

over on Fifth Avenue.

It'll be easier

if we meet him over there.

-All right.

-You mean walk?

No, not in this.

We should take the stairs.

We're on the top floor.

I guess we're walking.

[HORNS HONKING]

Maybe we should just stay here.

I think the young lady is right.

No. We need to get home.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[GOATS NElGHING]

Hey, Cesar, come here.

CESAR:

What are you doing?

The wolves, they're gone.

REPORTER [ON TV]: To give you

an idea of the situation...

...which seems to be becoming worse

with each passing minute:

At the moment, we have fiooding

in most parts of the isiand.

We've got traffic snari-ups

because the electricity is now out...

...to aimost every part of Manhattan.

No traffic signais.

Car accidents, at least 200.

And iower Manhattan, we've been toid,

is virtuaily inaccessible.

[THUNDER RUMBLlNG]

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Can you call Mom?

Will you please phone her for me?

SECURITY GUARD:

Hey.

[GRUNTlNG]

That dog can't come in here.

Come on, man. It's pouring out there.

I don't care. Read the sign.

It's supposed to be a public library.

[DOG BARKlNG]

J.D.:

Come on, guys, this way.

GARY:

Excuse me. Your bad.

TONY:
Goddamn 1 500-dollar

waterproof raincoat.

GARY:
Please, shut up, man.

PAUL:
There must be rats everywhere.

GARY:

That's because it's New York.

Hey! Hey!

-Open up.

BUS DRlVER:
lt's out of service.

-Come on.

-lt's out of service.

-l'll give you $1 00.

BUS DRlVER:
You don't have to do that.

No, really. $200. I won't have it.

God, I love buses. This is so much fun.

This is gonna be the bomb.

J.D.:

Hello?

-l can't reach my driver. No signal.

LAURA:
This is insane.

We're not gonna be able to drive.

We should go back.

BRlAN:
Yeah, I vote for that.

-Are you kidding? We have to get higher!

Come on.

Up to the library.

CAMPBELL:

Calm down.

[WOMAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH]

I can't understand what you're saying.

If you stay calm, ma'am,

I'll get you out.

[EXCLAIMS]

CABBIE:

The door is jammed!

I don't speak French!

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey, where's Laura?

-She was just right there.

-She's right there! Right there, see?

What is she doing?

Tell them to cover their eyes.

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[CHILD SHRIEKS]

REPORTER [OVER RADIO]: There is a wall

of water coming towards New York City--

[SCREAMING]

[GASPING]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

CAMPBELL:
What?

-Her bag's in the cab. Their passports.

CAMPBELL:

Forget about it.

LAURA:
l'll get it.

CAMPBELL:
Come on.

[RUMBLING]

Oh, my....

Laura!

-Sam.

-No! Brian, no!

Laura! Laura, look!

Come on. Come!

Come on!

BRIAN:

Sam!

J.D.:

No!

[GLASS SHATTERING, SAM SCREAMS]

[CROWD SHRIEKS, DOG YELPS]

SlMON:

Professor.

RAPSON:

Oh, thank you.

-ls that Neville's handiwork?

-Neville's way beyond stick figures.

-He's 6 already.

-Oh.

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