The Langoliers Page #5

We have broken through the ceiling,

ladies and gentlemen.

In a few minutes, you're gonna hear

a thump from below.

That will be the landing gear

lowering into place.

I am continuing our descent

into the Bangor area.

- Wish me luck, Nick.

- Oh, I do, matey, I do.

- What do you see, Laurel?

- We're over land.

I see a field and a forest

and what looks like a pond.

It's there, Dinah.

It's all there.

I'm sorry, miss, but you're

completely wrong.

I can see the airport.

My God, what a beautiful sight.

Buckle up, we're coming in.

Bangor Tower,

this is AP Flight 29, heavy.

I am declaring an emergency.

If you have runway traffic,

get it out of the way. I am coming in.

- The runway lights are dead, Brian.

- No time to worry about that now.

Routine landing.

Nothing to it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Bangor.

Yeah!

Thank you for that welcome,

my friend.

My deep appreciation

stems from the fact

that it appears you're the only one

who is going to extend one.

This place is utterly, totally deserted.

No, it can't be.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid it is.

So, what do we do now, Brian?

We get out of the plane

and we see what's what.

After you, squire.

- Okay.

- Yes.

What is it?

It's the pilot.

It's the pilot that landed us safely.

Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you,

it was a very routine landing.

Oh, shucks, man, it weren't nothing.

We made it down alive?

That's great.

If I could just have your attention.

Now, I know you've all looked out

the windows,

so you know as much as I do.

Not only have the passengers and

the crew on this flight disappeared,

but it appears the people on

the ground have disappeared as well.

But logic suggests

that since we survived

whatever it was...

...that others must have survived it

as well.

False logic.

I think the best way of dealing with this

is just to take things one step at a time.

And the first step

is exiting the plane.

I bought a ticket to Boston

and Boston is where I'd like to go.

Shut up.

We're gonna have to use

the emergency slide

so I wanna review

the procedures with you.

Now, listen carefully and then form

a single-file line behind me.

Well, here we are at last.

You know, there's something wrong

with the air here, Brian.

- It's...

- What do you mean?

- I don't know.

- Poisoned?

No, at least I don't think so.

Just no odour, no smell.

What? Is there something wrong?

I mean, I'm not sure

I really wanna know, but if there is...

Honey, honey,

there's nothing wrong here.

But there is.

This place smells wrong.

Really badly wrong.

Honey, we have to investigate.

We don't have any choice.

You understand that, don't you?

Why? Why do we have to?

There's no one here.

Well, we really won't know that

until we check, will we?

I know already. Listen.

There's nothing to smell

and nothing to hear.

No birds singing,

no motors revving, no nothing.

But...

But what?

Never mind.

Well, what now, captain?

You tell me.

Us.

I suspect this is more

your territory than mine.

You realise I can turn you in for this,

don't you?

You realise I can sue this entire airline

for $30 million

and name you

as primary respondent.

- Well, that's your privilege, Mr...

- Toomy. Craig Toomy.

Mr. Toomy.

Mr. Toomy, are you aware

of what has happened to us?

There are no excuses.

- Mr. Toomy?

- Just terrible.

- Mr. Toomy?

- Stop wasting time!

Mr. Toomy?

This is terrible. Just terrible.

An A- and a B,

a B, for God's sake.

What? You gonna dig ditches

for the rest of your life?

- But, Daddy, l...

- There are no excuses.

Look at this.

That's a B, that stands for "bum."

Now, what happens to lazy bums

who lie down on the job, Craig?

The langoliers get them?

They do more than get them.

They get them and they eat them.

They tear into those lazy little boys

with their dry, hungry, chomping teeth.

No, Daddy, don't let them get me.

They will get you unless you get with

the programme and stop wasting time.

They will eat you alive.

Alive and screaming.

Mr. Toomy? Mr. Toomy?

Stop wasting time, Craig.

Mr. Toomy, are you listening to me?

Of course I'm listening,

and I know what happened here.

These stupid, lazy people.

- The langoliers got them.

- Pardon me?

Do you know how important

my meeting

at the Prudential Center

in Boston is?

Do you understand

that the economic fate of nations

may hinge on this meeting?

A meeting from which

I shall be absent.

That's very interesting, but really,

I don't have the time...

Time. What the hell

do you know about time?

Ask me about time.

Ask me. Time is short, sir!

Now, what do you reckon the best way

is inside the terminal, Brian?

Well, I guess that would be

through the luggage conveyor.

All right, then.

Now, let's hike on over.

Ladies and gentlemen, shall we?

- Sure.

- Let's go.

All right.

Let's go. Mr. Toomy?

Let's keep together, please.

- Why don't we get something to eat?

- See the opening there?

See if there's a restaurant in here.

You don't have to worry so much,

Dinah.

It's just that the situation is strange,

therefore everything seems strange.

Including the sound your heels make

hitting the concrete?

You're right.

- They sound...

- Weak?

That's right. Weak.

Almost as if they don't

have any strength.

Coast's clear.

It's really wrong here.

Watch your head

going through here. That's it.

Yeah, just wait for me over here.

All right, then.

Let's try the telephones, shall we?

What's going on?

What, I scare you?

A little.

God, at least that's better.

I didn't dare do it on the plane,

I thought I might blow something up.

Excuse me, but I quit those,

oh, 10 years ago.

No lectures, please.

I've had enough to last me a lifetime.

No. No, no, no.

I was gonna ask if I could have one.

Thank you. Thanks.

Albert.

What...?

God, you have been away.

Here. Now I know why I quit them.

God. Albert, what time's

your watch say?

- Quarter to 9.

- Yeah, so does mine.

But I don't trust it.

It feels much later than that to me.

You know, it does.

It feels like it's almost lunchtime.

- Isn't that nuts?

- It's not nuts. It's just jet lag.

No, I disagree with you, young lady.

We travelled west to east,

and any temporal dislocation

that west-to-east travellers feel

works in the opposite direction.

They feel it's earlier than it really is.

I wanted to ask you about

that exact thing on the plane.

When the captain told us

that there must be other people here

you said, "False logic,"

but it seemed straight enough to me.

We were all asleep and we're here.

And if this happened at 4:07

Bangor time,

well, then almost everybody in town

must have been asleep.

Yes. Yes. So?

Where are they?

It's a washout. They're all dead.

No dial tone, no operator, nothing.

You can add the sound

of no phones ringing

to that of no dogs barking, Brian.

So, what do we do now?

Go upstairs.

That's where the restaurant must be.

You know, you got

a one-track mind, mister.

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