Silver Streak Page #8

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What's going on? Who's in charge here?

Will you get down?

What did you come back here for?

- You forgot your wallet.

- Oh, some thief you are.

That your old lady, Hilly?

Yeah.

OK. Follow me.

- Start the engine.

- We can't do that.

You. Move! Start it!

Mr Devereau! Mr Devereau!

Oh!

Guido, come with me!

Keep your foot on the pedal.

- Where are we going?

- We're getting off at the next stop.

- What are you doing?

- This is combat.

Watch out for the engineer.

Sit!

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

How about Grover?

Are you all right?

- Is it over?

- Sh*t!

Look out!

- You OK?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

Just give me one more pass.

Just give me one clear shot.

- What happened?

- Don't look.

All right, get the junction on the radio.

Tell them they've got a runaway train.

Hey, we're coming into the station.

George, why didn't we stop?

- What's going on here?

- I'm not sure.

- I don't think there's anyone in the engine.

- No driver?

- That's right.

- Oh, God.

Whiney cut all the emergency

cords. What are we gonna do?

- We have to find a way to get to the engine.

- How?

The roof?

I think so. Come on.

- How's it going?

- They don't believe us.

Look, the engineer is probably anxious

to bring the train in on schedule.

This is Chief Donaldson. Who's this?

This is Jerry Jarvis,

the assistant controller.

Assistant? Get me your boss.

He's out to lunch, but I'm sure

I can handle any problem you might have.

It's not my problem.

You've a dead engineer and a runaway train

that will hit Chicago in 15 minutes.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- All right, I'll check with the signal towers.

But, you see, it's impossible.

If the engineer is dead,

who's driving the train?

- What's happening?

- Are you OK?

- Is there any way...

- Holy moly, the killer!

- No, he's OK.

- Listen to me.

Is there a way to the engine

without going over the roof?

There ain't no way to the engine, period!

Why are we going so fast?

- Because there's no one driving.

- That's impossible. It would stop.

- Does this look as if we're stopping?

- No, the hell it don't!

- I better pull the emergency cord.

- The emergency cords have been cut.

Them damn hippies!

I received a report from the signal towers.

They see no engineer in the cabin.

Great. Throw one of those switches

and have the train run off on a siding.

That's the problem.

All the tracks are computer-programmed.

Switching would cause

a collision with another train.

Then what are you going to do?

There are people on that train.

Oh, no.

The standard procedure in such

an emergency would be to derail the train.

In the middle of the yard?

Yes. Actually, I can't take that

responsibility. I better get my boss.

You better do something. In ten minutes,

you're going to have 200 tons of locomotive

smashing through Central Station

on its way to Marshall Field's!

- Where are we going?

- To stop this train, follow me!

Hey, Jack, have you seen Benny?

Yeah, yeah,

I saw him in the coffee shop, Jerry.

Now, what we have to do is uncouple the car.

You gotta pull up that

bar, turn it to the left.

When they pull apart,

they will bust open the air-pressure lines

and the brakes will clamp on

throughout the train, then you jump on back.

- That's dangerous!

- It's impossible, man.

- Grab hold of my belt!

- What are you gonna do?

Guess!

- You seen Benny?

- If it isn't the Little Caesar of the railroad.

- Have you seen Benny?

- No, no! Try next door.

- Yeah? What's the matter?

- Silver Streak is a runaway. What do we do?

Jesus, it's gonna be here in four minutes.

Your attention, please.

May I have your attention, please?

You are requested to walk to the nearest exit

as quickly as possible. Please do not run.

Walk as quickly as possible

to the nearest exit.

People waiting for the arrival

of the "Silver Streak" on track five

are requested to vacate

that area immediately.

This is an emergency. Please continue to

the nearest exit, where station security...

Yeah, we did it, man! We made it!

We made it! Whoo!

Holy sh*t!

Hello, Chicago, hello!

Gotta drink to that!

Yeah!

I don't know about you,

but next time I'm gonna take the bus.

Maybe I'm crazy,

but it looks as if it's grinning.

Yeah, like the cat who swallowed the canary.

- Where's Grover?

- I don't know.

Take it easy, killer! Stay loose!

What's he doing?

He's crazy.

Crazy? He's got the right idea.

Let's get out of here and go to a park.

- A park?

- Yeah.

I want to lie back on the grass and have you

teach me some more about gardening.

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