The Langoliers Page #6

In the first place, my name

is Rudy Warwick, not mister.

- Sorry.

- And second,

people think better when their

stomachs are full. It's a law of nature.

I agree with Mr. Warwick. I think

we could all use something to eat.

- Yeah, why not?

- Dinah.

I'm starting to feel

like Robinson bloody Crusoe anyway.

You know something, don't you?

I might. But then, I might not.

But I do have a suggestion.

Young lady, save your matches.

Well, I don't get what you mean.

There's gotta be

a newsstand upstairs

with tons of matches

and disposable lighters.

I just still say save your matches.

Wait a minute.

Where's Mr. Toomy?

Who cares?

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

I'm sorry, mate. I didn't see him go.

Toomy.

Craig Toomy, where are you?

Something's wrong.

There's no echo.

What do you mean?

That's impossible.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

They're coming, son.

The langoliers are coming.

No, no one is coming.

They're coming for you.

You've been bad.

You had an appointment in Boston

and you skipped it.

No, it wasn't my fault.

I was kidnapped.

There are no excuses!

Lying down on the job

is lying down on the job.

- I don't want my job.

- What?

I don't want my job

and I don't want my life.

Since I was 5 years old, you've been...

You've been loading on the pressure.

Seeing if you could

make me explode.

Well, I am going to explode, Father,

and I don't give a damn.

You know what I did?

I bought $43 million worth of bonds

I knew were total garbage.

- You did what?

- I pasted a target on my own head.

I want out. I want out!

Get ahold of yourself,

for God's sake.

Now...

...are you ready

to get with the programme?

Why can't you love me

and leave me alone?

Love is not part of the big picture.

Now, are you gonna look

at the big picture

or do I have to let them

have you?

No. They don't even exist.

- No, no, no. They exist.

- No.

They were here and they'll be back.

They'll be back for you,

you lazy sack of dirt.

What can I do? What can I do?

"What can I do? What can I do?"

You do whatever you have to do,

and you get to Boston.

Because if you don't,

Craiggy-weggy,

they are gonna chew the eyes

right out of your head.

Daddy, no. Make them go away.

Make them go away, please.

Just make them go away,

make them go away.

Okay?

Okay?

Toomy?

Craig Toomy?

- Okay, let's go.

- Wait.

What?

There.

There, I feel the light.

The glass is wrong too.

Dinah...

I hear something.

There's nothing out there.

Dinah, it's your imagination,

that's all.

Dinah, tell us what you hear.

I don't know.

It's very faint.

I heard it when we got off

the airplane

and then I decided

it was just my imagination.

Now I can hear it

even through the glass.

It sounds

a little like Rice Krispies

after you pour in the milk.

You hear anything?

Not a bloody thing.

Mind you, she is blind.

I mean, she's used to making

her ears do double duty.

I think it's hysteria.

"Do you hear anything?

Not a bloody thing.

Mind you, she's blind.

She's used to making

her ears do double duty.

I think it's hysteria."

- Dinah, what are you talking about?

- I was talking to Nick.

And she heard us.

From over there by the window.

You've got great ears, hon.

I hear what I hear.

And I hear something out there.

In that direction.

And it's awful.

A really terrible, scary sound.

If you could just tell us what it was,

little miss, it would really help.

I don't know.

But I know it's closer than it was.

We have to get out of here,

and soon.

Because something's coming.

The something making

that horrible cereal noise.

Dinah, the plane we came in on

is almost out of fuel.

Then you have to put some more in it!

It's coming, don't you understand?

It's coming! And if we haven't gone

by the time it gets here,

we're all going to die.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

Don't forget, Craiggy-weggy,

the langoliers were here.

And they will be back.

You'd better be gone

when they get here,

or you know what will happen.

Oh, I know what will happen.

They'll eat me.

They'll eat me all up.

Well, look, this is an airport.

There must be other

planes with fuel in them.

- If we find one, can you fly it?

- Yes.

There's just one little problem.

Where exactly should we go?

Away. Away from that sound.

Is it closer now than

when you first heard it, Dinah?

I don't know. I think it's still far,

but I can't be sure.

Then I think we should do

what Mr. Warwick has suggested.

Let's find the restaurant,

have a bite to eat,

and then we can figure out

what's gonna happen next.

Who elected him

leader of the group?

We'd better go along.

I think he really knows his stuff.

- What kind of stuff?

- I don't know exactly, but...

Well, I think it's worth finding out.

- Well, come on.

- Right.

I'm starving.

Let's see what they've got.

See, told you I didn't need

to save my matches.

You were right.

- But let's try one of these, okay?

- Sure, but why?

Well, that's what

we're going to find out.

Son of a bee. Looks like we've

discovered yet another problem.

Can I borrow your book of matches?

Wait a minute, matey.

Exactly what is it you do know?

Only that this situation has even

wider implications than we thought.

What's happening, folks?

I'll be damned if I know,

but I don't like it much.

- Even that's more than I expected.

- All right. Tell us about it.

I know you...

It's spoiled.

- Damn, I hate that.

- Spoiled?

No. No, I doubt that.

Well, you can tell from the clocks

that the power in the cold case

must have gone out

less than five hours ago.

You don't think it's spoiled, you try it.

It's not spoiled. It's just tasteless.

Like chewing paper.

But I can understand why you might

have thought that it was spoiled.

It was spoiled.

Try your beer, see how that is.

- I don't want it anymore.

- Here, give it to me.

I've drunk them warm before,

don't cross my eyes none.

Damn. Flat.

Flat and tastes just like an old tyre.

Oh, good, that's good.

Flat, that's something we can see.

Can you get some more beers

and some soft drinks

from the cold case over there?

You can't dilly-dally any longer,

Craiggy-weggy.

You have to get to Boston

and you have to do it now.

I don't wanna shoot you,

but I will if I have to.

I don't wanna shoot you,

but I will if I have to.

Yes, I will.

You're out there, aren't you?

You ate up all the useless, lazy people

and now you're coming back for me.

But I'll be gone

by the time you get here.

I'm going to Boston.

So we're all agreed.

The beer is flat.

- But why?

- Well, I have an idea.

But before I say anything else,

I'd like you all

to look around this place

very carefully

and see if you can

tell me what's different

about in here than on the plane.

The rings. The wallets.

The purses. The surgical pins.

- None of that stuff is here.

- Correct.

That's 100 percent correct.

As you say, there's

none of that stuff here.

But when we woke up it was

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