The Langoliers Page #2

All right, let's see.

How could someone disappear

and leave their hairpiece behind?

That's quite a mystery,

don't you think?

- God.

- Yeah,

you're not kidding.

Somebody's bridge work.

I was afraid of that.

What's going on here?

Hello, excuse me.

Come out from back there.

Who's back there?

- Hi.

- Yeah.

I'd like to know

what's going on, please.

Currently, we're about to break

the cockpit door.

It seems our crew have abdicated

along with everybody else.

But we're in luck all the same.

My new acquaintance here

just happens to be a pilot.

Do you work

for American Pride, friend?

Yes, I do.

- But I think what's important...

- No, I'm gonna tell you...

- Excuse me.

- I'm gonna tell you what's important.

You know what's important?

I have a meeting at Boston's

Prudential Center at 9:00 this morning.

Promptly at 9:
00.

That's what's important.

Now, I booked a seat

on this conveyance in good faith,

and I have absolutely no intention

of being late for that appointment.

Wait, wait, wait.

Now, I have three

questions for you:

Number one, who authorised

an unscheduled stop for this airliner

while I was asleep?

Number two,

where was that stop made?

And number three, why?

Why was that done?

You ever watch Mr. Spock

on Star Trek?

What the hell are you talking about?

Just that if you don't shut

your cake hole, you bloody idiot,

I'll be happy to demonstrate

his Vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Don't you talk to me like that.

Do you know who I am?

Of course I do.

You're an obnoxious twerp who likes

to hide fear behind aggression.

No harm in that,

but you are in the way.

Listen to me. Listen...

Whoa, a nose hold.

I can break it.

Easiest thing in the world, trust me.

I said I could break it.

Do you understand?

Signify if you understand.

You listen to me,

I haven't got time to discuss

your business appointments,

therefore I'm gonna send you

to the cabin

with this gentleman

in the striped shirt.

Don Gaffney.

Mr. Gaffney will be your escort.

Once you arrive in the main cabin,

you will sit down in your seat,

strap your seat belt firmly around

your middle and keep your mouth shut.

Do you understand?

Please favour me with a thumbs up

if you understand.

Jolly good.

Now, I'm gonna let go of you

and your nose now.

And when I do, if you so much

as utter a word,

a syllable, you will be investigating

hitherto unexplored realms of pain.

- You son of a...

- I wouldn't, mister.

This guy means it.

You better come on back with me.

- I'll be...

- Bad idea.

Come on, now.

Hey. Come on.

Come on.

Let's see if we can find something

for that nose.

Right, then,

let's get the cockpit door open,

shall we?

Come on...

No one's driving the plane.

It happened fast, whatever it was.

Look there.

I mean, look here.

If you want watches, take your pick.

There are tons of them back

in the main cabin.

Are there indeed?

Watches, jewellery and glasses.

Also purses.

But the weirdest thing is,

there's stuff that we're pretty sure

came from inside of people.

Like surgical pins, pacemakers.

You know, I've been going on the

same assumption as our rude friend...

You know, the one I used

the nose lock on?

- That the plane had landed

somewhere for some reason

and most of the passengers and crew

were somehow offloaded and then...

No, there couldn't have been

a takeoff while we were sleeping.

You can fly that plane on automatic

but you need a human being

to take one up or land.

So where are the passengers

and crew then?

I don't know.

But I plan on finding out.

You wanna hand me that paper,

please?

Well, the altitude is right,

37,000 feet.

We're on course.

What are you doing?

Figuring out

our closest major airport.

Denver Center, this is American Pride

Flight 29, do you read me? Over.

Denver Center, come in, please.

This is American Pride Flight 29,

we have a problem.

- A big problem.

- What's going on?

I'm not getting anything.

Anything at all.

Mayday, mayday.

This is American Pride Flight 29,

requesting emergency aid.

Come in, please.

UNICOM,

this is American Pride Flight 29,

requesting immediate radio contact.

Over.

Denver, come in.

Come in, please.

This is AP Flight 29,

you answer me, damn it.

Easy, mate.

That dog won't bark either.

What are they doing down there,

having nuclear war?

Look, easy. Tell me what you mean,

"the dog won't bark."

I mean Denver Control. That dog.

I mean FAA Emergency, that dog.

UNICOM, which gives advisories

at small airports, that dog too.

This is a medium shortwave band.

People should be jumping all over this

like frogs on a hot sidewalk,

but I'm not even picking up static.

And the VOR beacon out of Denver,

that's not working either.

- What does that mean?

- It means we have no radio.

It means we have no Denver

navigational beacon,

and my board here says everything

is peachy keen.

Which is crap. It's gotta be.

Hey, kid, would you run back there,

look out the left side of the plane.

Look behind us,

tell me what you see.

My equipment says we're less than

50 miles south of Denver right now.

Well?

There's nothing out there,

nothing at all.

Denver's blacked out, isn't it?

Yeah.

Either that or it's gone.

All right, back to your seats.

We need a little peace and quiet.

We are being quiet.

Come on, my young friends.

Let's go sit in the back.

The captain has a lot of work to do.

What are you doing?

Using the military aircraft band.

Strategic Air Command

is never off the air.

What's going on?

The captain and that British fellow are

trying to raise an airport on the radio.

I suppose that we should

introduce ourselves.

I'm Bob Jenkins,

I'm a mystery writer.

I've written more than 40 novels.

None as strange as this.

My name is Laurel Stevenson

and I'm a schoolteacher

in the San Fernando Valley.

And this is the first vacation

I've had in eight years.

What's the matter, Dinah?

My name's Dinah Bellman

and I'm on my way to have

an eye operation in Boston.

Afterwards, I'll be able to see again.

Probably be able to see again.

The doctors say there's a 70 percent

chance I'll get some vision

and a 40 percent chance

I'll get all of it.

Albert Kaussner, I'm on my way

to the Berklee School of Music.

I play violin.

I'm Bethany Simms.

I was gonna spend a couple of days

with my aunt in Worcester, Mass.

But now...

And you, sir? What's your name?

How about you, what's your name?

I'm Don Gaffney.

And what do you do?

I'm a tool-and-die worker

for Hughes Aircraft.

I'm on my way to Boston

to visit my first granddaughter.

Well, okay, at least we've met.

That leaves us with

the $64,000 question.

Where did everybody go?

And why didn't we go with them?

Air Force Control, this is American

Pride Flight 29, do you read me? Over.

That dog won't bark either.

We're all alone up here.

Completely,

totally

all alone.

Now, you listen to me, my friend.

We don't want a panic

on our hands, do we?

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