The Langoliers Page #10

Nor do you have to, Albert.

Just take the stretcher upstairs

and I shall be with you directly.

And don't look back.

This is more than you deserve,

you bastard.

Don't you kill him. We need him.

You understand me?

We need him.

Nick,

- you coming?

- Yes,

in a minute.

Take it easy. Not so fast.

They're coming out.

Let me help.

Careful, Albert.

Bethany, don't jiggle her.

- Now, help me carry her up the stairs.

- How bad is she?

She's unconscious but still alive.

- What happened to the others?

- Gaffney's dead,

Toomy might as well be.

Now, mind you keep your end up now.

Careful now.

Careful. Bring her over here.

Careful. Okay.

And set her down gently.

All right, now strap her in.

- It's bad, isn't it?

- Bad enough.

Will she live until we get back?

How the hell do I know?

I'm a soldier, not a bloody surgeon.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

This time travel stuff really gets

on your nerves, doesn't it?

You don't have to apologise.

I'm gonna start the engines,

pull as close as I can get

to one of the fuel pads out there.

While I'm doing that, the four

of you pull the hose truck over.

There's one sitting

on the other Jetway. You got it?

- Got it.

- Go to it, then.

Bethany, Mr. Warwick? Go with them,

roll the ladder away from the plane.

When I get it repositioned,

move it back up to the door. Go ahead.

We'll get you home.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, look.

It's coming day again already.

How long has it been

since it turned dark?

Less than 40 minutes.

Yeah, well, we can't worry

about that now.

Craig.

Craig Toomy.

Let me die.

Please, please. Just let me die.

What's gonna happen

to Mr. Toomy?

I don't know. All I know is

when the chips were down,

I did what you and Dinah wanted.

I left him lying there

unconscious on the floor.

Would you like to go out to dinner with

me, if and when we get back to L. A?

Yeah.

- I'd have that to look forward to.

- So would I.

Maybe if we could see it,

we could deal with it.

I don't think so.

All right, then, all together.

Good job.

Over here.

Keep going. Keep going.

Good, good. Hold it.

Bethany, why don't you come here?

All right, see this over here?

Can you open that lid?

Nick, you take that head out of there,

attach it there.

- Is that in okay?

- Yeah.

Here you go.

Which one first, captain?

Why don't you give me

the one on the right.

What now, Brian?

I'm gonna use the engines

to suck the gas out of the fuel pad.

- How long is that gonna take?

- I don't know.

An hour, maybe two.

You better hurry it up.

I don't think we've got two hours.

We may not even have one.

Craig.

Craig, get up.

You have to get up now.

Go away. Go away.

L... I hate you. Go away.

They've come to you, Craig.

All the people you wanted to see.

They left Boston

and they came here.

You can still see them.

If you're man enough to get up,

that is.

Man enough?

Man enough?

Whoever the hell you are,

you've gotta be kidding.

Come on, Craig.

They won't wait forever.

The langoliers will see to that.

You have to get up. You have to.

Come on, Craig, get up.

This way, Craig.

They're all waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Toomy.

In spite of what you did, I'm sorry.

But we need you.

So please hurry. Hurry.

What is it, Brian?

The engines are getting a taste

of the new fuel and they don't like it.

Damn.

Well, what can you do about it?

Try to keep the other two engines

running the pumps, and hope.

Now I'm shutting down completely.

We'll have to wait for the fuel

to join our plane's time stream.

- Then we may have lucked out, Brian.

- Yeah, we might.

What's happening?

Is everything all right?

We may just have a shot

at this thing.

You, you brought them

to me, didn't you?

The chairman of the board,

the company directors, all of them.

Yes, but you have to hurry. Before they

decide you're not coming and leave.

This way, Craig.

They're all waiting for you.

Hurry.

Dinah's talking in her sleep

or something.

I think she might be delirious.

I don't know...

...but she might be slipping away.

- I think...

- You have to hurry,

before they decide

you're not coming.

I think she might be dreaming

about that Toomy guy.

She said his name before.

Yes, I will if you want me to.

But hurry. I know it hurts,

but you have to hurry.

She is delirious, isn't she?

No, I don't think so.

- I think it has something to do...

- With what?

With what she told Nick

about Mr. Toomy.

About how we need him.

Just let her be for a minute,

she needs her sleep.

God, I hope we take off soon.

Thank you. Thank you

for bringing them to me.

This is my last chance, you see.

This is my last chance to get away

from my father and everything else.

Yes, I know, but you have to hurry.

Please, please, hurry.

Okay, okay, okay, anything you say.

What was that?

Sounded like a tree falling

or something.

But there's not enough wind.

No, there's not.

- What's happening?

- Nothing.

Look at that.

We gotta get out of here.

We gotta get out of here now.

Make it stop.

Please, make it stop!

Time is getting short, Brian.

How much longer?

- Fifteen minutes.

- You can't cut that?

You're sure you can't cut that?

I need 50,000 pounds of fuel

in each wing, not a drop less.

Otherwise we crash and burn.

Hurry, Craig.

Look at me.

Now stand, Craig. Stand.

Look at me, Craig.

They've come all the way

from Boston just to meet you.

Now hurry to them, Craig.

Hurry, hurry.

Run to them, Craig.

Quick. Quick.

Run around the plane. Run away

from the plane. Run to them now.

All right. We're uncoupling

and getting the hell out of here.

Mr. Toomy. It's Mr. Toomy!

What's he doing?

Never mind him right now.

We're all out of time.

Mr. Toomy, at last.

So glad you could make it, Craig.

So give us your report, Craig.

Tell us how much money

you made for us.

You wanna know

how much money I made for you?

You wanna know

how much money I made for you?

- Yes.

- I'll tell you how much money

I made for you.

- I didn't make any...

- No, Craig.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

Tell them you lost the money

but it was a mistake, an accident.

No.

I didn't make any money for you.

I didn't make any money for you.

I lost money for you.

I lost money for you!

I lost $43 million.

And I did it deliberately.

I did it deliberately!

I did it deliberately!

You fool.

- You stupid fool.

- No. No.

What's he doing?

You don't frighten me

anymore, Father.

The langoliers don't even exist.

You just made them up.

No.

Where am I?

Okay.

All right, let's get the hell out of here.

What the hell are those?

Oh, my God.

Langolier!

Oh, no!

Come on.

Come on, move it!

No. No.

No. No. No.

No.

No. No.

No!

No, Craig, you may think

you're running, but you're not.

You're scampering.

No, no, no. Daddy, no.

Make them go away.

Please make them go away.

I'll be good. I'll be a good boy.

Please, I promise I'll be good,

if you just make them go away!

Belt in. Belt in.

Oh, no.

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