The Day After Tomorrow Page #4

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Well, look, Dad,

I would if I could,

you know.

It's just, uh--

Ugh! This smell

is unbearable, Dad.

Stop kidding around.

I want you home.

Dad, I'll be on the train.

Do me a favor, okay?

Just don't worry about me.

I'll figure it out.

[ Sighs ]

All right, son.

I'll see ya tomorrow.

Hey, Sam. Guess what.

We got a place to stay.

Great.

So far, the terrible weather

hasn't hit the D.C. area,

but local residents

aren't taking any chances,

as people stock up

for what is already

being billed...

as the worst storm season

on record.

You better be sure

about this, Jack.

My ass is on the line.

You saw the model.

And I hope to God

it's wrong.

Oh.

Mr. Vice President.

Tom.

You know

Professor Hall.

Yes, we've met.

Uh, Professor Hall has some

new information I think

you should take a look at.

We just got these results

from our simulation model.

They explain what's causing

the severe weather.

I'll look at this later.

I have a meeting with

the director of FEMA now.

This is very urgent, sir.

Our climate

is changing violently.

It's going to happen

over the next six

to eight weeks.

I thought you said this

wouldn't happen for another

hundred years or so.

I was wrong.

Well, suppose

you're wrong this time.

I wish that I were, but I'm sure

that you're aware of what's

happening all around the world.

We're making all the necessary

preparations for this storm.

What more do you expect?

You have to start

thinking about large scale

evacuations right now,

especially in

the northern states.

Evacuations?

Yes.

Have you lost

your mind, Hall?

I have to go.

Mr. Vice President,

if we don't act now,

it's going to be too late.

Come on, Jack.

Hey, thanks for

bringing us here.

I couldn't let you leave

New York without seeing

the Natural History Museum.

Of course not.

It's the world's finest

collection of stuffed animals.

Hey, guys.

Check this out.

"The body of this mammoth was

found perfectly preserved

in the Siberian tundra...

"with food still

in its mouth and stomach,

indicating that it froze

instantly while grazing."

[ Man ]

It's been 24 hours now since

the snow started falling...

across the British Isles

and over northern Europe,

and it shows no signs

of letting up.

No. No, no, no.

You gotta stop worrying.

No.

It's fine. We got plenty

of supplies with us.

We're just snowed in.

Yeah. No, it's all right.

It's all right.

You stay

where you are, okay?

I'll be fine.

Yeah, I love you too.

Okay. Bye.

[ Sighs ]

- Hey. How's Jeanette?

- Oh, fine.

Ferry just landed.

Must be nice in Spain.

I wish I was there.

[ TV:
Reporter ]

The search and rescue team has

been deployed by helicopter...

to airlift

the royal family to safety.

You think

they'll come get us,

since we got snowed in?

Not likely.

Luckily,

we 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.

[ All Chuckle ]

In Ireland, those remaining

in Belfast and Banbridge

have been urged to evacuate...

to Dublin as soon

as possible.

The north continues

to receive the worst

of the storm--

[ Helicopter Approaching ]

[ Man ]

We've got zero visibility.

Maintain heading and speed.

- [ Man #2 ]

What's our heading?

- Zero, three, five, sir.

Approximately 40 kilometers

from Balmoral Castle.

[ Man ]

We've lost visual contact

with you.

This gauge here

can't be right.

[ Man #3 ]

Wind speed has dropped to zero.

We have vertical walls

of cirrus cloud formations.

[ Man ]

What the hell

is going on?

Bloody fuel lines

are starting to freeze!

[ Men Shouting ]

Port engine pressure's dropping!

The rotor R.P.M. is dropping!

We've got a flame-out

on the starboard side as well!

Prepare

for crash landing!

Select emergency fuel!

Come on,

you bastard!

Come on!

[ Breathing Heavily ]

[ Rapson ]

What I'm about to tell you

is supposed to be confidential.

Several hours ago,

three helicopters went down

over Scotland.

They crashed because the fuel

in their lines froze.

At what temperature does--

[ Rapson On Speaker ]

Negative 150 degrees Fahrenheit.

We had to look it up.

The temperature dropped

phenomenally fast.

On the ground, people froze

before they could

get out of their cars.

- Get me 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've got,

and 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.

Good evening, sir.

Hey, Harold.

Thanks, Victor.

I'll see you in the morning.

Right, sir.

Terrible weather.

Tell me about it.

Wow.

You live here?

Just on the weekends.

It's my dad's place,

and he's kind of

never around, so--

Where is he?

Skiing in Europe

with my stepmom.

Is this you

and your brother?

Oh, yeah. That's when

we took a bike trip together.

It's been raining like this

for three days now.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Horns Honking,

People Shouting ]

- I'm just standin' here.

- You can't stay here.

I never liked

this neighborhood anyway.

[ Dog Barking ]

It's a mob scene here

at Grand Central Station.

Over half the platforms

are flooded,

and service has been

suspended on all trains.

With planes still grounded

and trains now out of service,

that's bad news--

Victor's coming to pick me up.

Do you guys want a ride

to the train station?

Stranded

since this morning.

Not anymore.

In Nova Scotia earlier,

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 down

from the Arctic...

has created an enormous

storm system in Canada,

which, incredible as it sounds,

looks like a tropical hurricane.

I gotta go pick up

my little brother.

Do you guys want a ride?

Where is he?

He's in a boarding school

in Philadelphia.

If this system moves south,

we could see a wind-driven

storm surge...

that could threaten

the entire Eastern Seaboard.

Okay. Bye. Victor's stuck

in traffic on Fifth Avenue.

It'll be easier

to head out of town

if we meet him over there.

All right.

You mean walk?

No, not in this.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

We should take

the stairs.

We're on the top floor.

I guess we're walkin'.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Horns Honking,

People Shouting ]

Maybe we should just stay here.

I think the young lady

is right, sir.

No. We need to get home.

Come on!

[ Shouting Continues ]

[ Goats Bleating ]

[ Growls ]

Hey, Cesar, come here.

What are you doing?

The wolves!

They're gone!

[ Man On News ]

Just to give you an idea

of the situation,

which seems to be becoming

worse with each passing minute,

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