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The Langoliers Page #11
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 180 min
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Come on, baby.
Oh, God.
Are you okay, Bethany?
Good lord, look at that.
- What is it?
- They're being drawn to Mr. Toomy,
If Toomy hadn't left the terminal,
and the plane too.
She knew.
Somehow she knew.
- Now we know, don't we?
- What?
We know what?
We know what happens to today
when it becomes yesterday.
It waits for them.
It waits for them,
the timekeepers of eternity.
Always following behind,
cleaning up the mess in the most
efficient way possible...
...by eating it.
He said they were the langoliers.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Come on, come on.
All right.
Get out of here.
Did it get us? Did it get us?
Up, up, up.
Come on, come on.
Did we make it?
Are we off the ground?
What happened? Are we crashing?
Listen, Mr. Warwick,
and everything will be all right.
- Don't you dare open those.
- Don't worry, I won't.
We're up.
We all know
what happens now.
We go back exactly
the way we came in.
And we hope that whatever doorway
we came through is still there.
If it is,
we'll try going through.
I'm going forward.
Do you wanna come?
- No, I'll stay with her.
- Okay.
We've still got a dinner date.
You haven't forgotten, have you?
No, I haven't and I won't.
Neither will I.
Hold on, Dinah.
Please, hold on.
What happens if the fuel goes bad?
You know the answer to that,
Bethany.
Yeah, I know. We crash.
End of story.
Would you like to kiss me?
Yes.
Well,
The later it gets, the later it gets.
- Time's going faster, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is.
I think after a while the days
and nights will be passing
as fast as a camera shutter
can click.
We were all going to Boston
for different reasons.
What about you, Nick?
Fess up. The hour groweth late.
Well, why not?
What does a most secret
classification mean
when you've just seen a bunch of killer
cannonballs rolling up the world?
I'm a special operator
in the armed services, Brian.
I do a number of odd jobs,
some fairly innocuous,
some fabulously nasty.
There's a man in Boston
who's a politician of some note.
Now, this man...
I'll call him Mr. O'Banion,
for sake of conversation.
- Is very rich, Brian,
and an enthusiastic supporter
of the Irish Republican Army.
He's also an idealist
of the most dangerous sort.
One who's never had
to view the carnage at first hand.
You were supposed to kill him?
Not unless I had to.
See, our Mr. O'Banion has a great
deal of powerful American friends,
and his friends are our friends.
And therefore killing Mr. O'Banion
would be a great political risk.
But he does have
a very nice piece of fluff on the side.
And she's the one
I was supposed to kill.
As a warning?
Yeah,
as a warning.
What about you?
What are you hiding
you'd like to get off your chest?
Me? No.
No, I don't have anything to hide.
Well, maybe there's one thing.
My ex-wife died in a fire in Boston.
That's why I was heading back.
We were having a fight
about children.
I wanted them,
she didn't.
And I did something...
...that I never thought I'd do.
Some...
And I always wanted
to tell her I was sorry.
Well, I shouldn't worry about it
too much, Brian.
I'm sure she's forgiven you.
If you get out of this,
if we make it back,
you gonna carry through with it?
You gonna kill the girl?
No.
No, no more midnight creeps
for Mrs. Hopewell's boy Nicholas.
Now, if we get out of this safely,
a prospect I find rather shaky
at this moment,
I believe I'll retire.
And do what?
I could always take up flying.
Laurel.
Dinah.
Try not to talk.
We're going back.
And you're gonna be all right,
I promise you.
I got what I wanted.
Dinah, you shouldn't talk.
I saw.
I saw through Mr. Toomy's eyes.
At the start, everything looked mean
and nasty to him,
but it was better at the end.
Please, Dinah,
try not to talk anymore, okay?
I saw you, Laurel.
You are beautiful,
especially your eyes.
Everything was beautiful,
even the things that were dead.
It was so wonderful just to,
you know, see.
Dinah?
Breathe, Dinah.
Please.
Please, Dinah, breathe.
Breathe, please.
I saw through Mr. Toomy's eyes.
Everything was beautiful,
even the things that were dead.
It was so wonderful
just to see.
I can live with that.
We just lost the little girl.
She never got her operation.
No, she didn't.
But Laurel's okay?
Yeah, more or less.
You like Laurel, don't you?
Yeah.
I got a few mates back home
that might find it amusing
that I've fallen for a nice girl,
but I have.
She's got spirit, Brian.
Well, you know I wish you both
the best of luck.
But I think we gotta concentrate
on getting back.
We are
just about here now.
And that's right
where the time-rip should be.
Now, you mind watching out for it
while I fly?
Sure.
I wish I knew what the hell
I was looking for.
Oh, I think you'll know it
when you see it.
If you see it.
What's wrong?
I don't know,
and that's the problem, dear boy.
There's something wrong.
Something very wrong.
But I can't figure out what it is.
- Brian?
- Yeah?
I think I see something.
God almighty.
No.
Yes, we're in business.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we have found
what we were looking for.
I'm gonna take us straight
through the middle of it.
And we'll find out
what's on the other side.
Stop! Stop. Captain.
Please, stop. You gotta stop.
- Stop. Stop.
- Carry on, I'll take care of this.
- Stop.
- What?
Stop. Tell him to turn back.
We gotta turn back.
- We can't fly through it.
- Calm down, it's all right now.
Tell the captain.
We've gotta turn back.
We're all gonna die.
Listen to me.
We were all asleep. Get it?
We were all asleep
when we flew through the rip.
Bloody hell.
Turn back, Brian.
You have to turn back now.
Nick.
Yeah?
Nick, are you all right?
Yeah, I've seen better days.
Broke my bloody arm.
We missed it, didn't we?
Yeah, we missed it.
But why, when we came all this way?
We missed it, didn't we?
Oh, that was close. Great work.
- Is this the intercom?
- Yeah, but what the hell is going on?
Listen to me, everyone.
We just managed to turn away in time.
We are extremely lucky.
And I've been extremely stupid.
I'll explain. When we first flew
through the time-rip,
everyone onboard the plane
that was awake disappeared.
- Oh, don't tell me.
- We're all awake now.
Therefore, logic suggests if we try
to fly through the rip again awake,
we too disappear.
- That's all.
- That is all? That's bloody all?
Well, what are we supposed
to do about it?
We have to go to sleep?
How do we do that?
I've never felt less like sleeping
in my whole life.
I don't know what we do now.
But if we're gonna try going through
that hole, it has to be soon.
The fuel we've got will carry us
for an hour, no more.
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