The Langoliers Page #7
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 180 min
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on the plane. Why isn't it here?
Maybe nobody was here
when it happened.
No, that's nonsense.
An air terminal is like
a police station or a fire station.
There's people there regardless.
Watch out, I hear someone.
I don't wanna shoot her, but I will
if I have to. Now take me to Boston.
- What's happening?
- You hear me? Take me to Boston.
- You're choking me. Stop!
- What is he doing? What's going on?
- Steady on, old mate.
- Stop moving around.
You're gonna make me do something
I don't wanna. Stop moving.
Do as he says, Bethany.
but I will if I have to.
- No, Albert.
- No.
I think I've been shot.
Albert. It's all right, Albert.
Albert? Albert?
You all right, kid? You all right?
How bad am I hit?
Were you able to stop the bleeding?
Oh, I think you'll live, old son.
Here, souvenir for you.
Found it on the floor.
It must have hit you
square in the chest and bounced off.
I was thinking of the matches.
I sort of thought it wouldn't fire at all.
That was very brave, Albert.
And very risky.
God, what if I'd been wrong?
You almost were.
A little more pop and Albert here
would have had a bullet in his lung.
You okay?
All right. So here's what we do...
I thought it was really brave.
- Would you pass me that rope?
- I mean, incredible.
It wasn't much.
I don't want him moving at all.
All right.
Hold his hands for me.
Say,
I didn't kill that guy, did I?
I hit him pretty hard.
He's out like a light,
but he's still alive.
His pulse is strong and regular,
he'll live.
He'll just wake up
with a bad headache.
In the meantime, I think it might be
wise to take a few precautions,
don't you?
- Do you have to be so rough?
- Yes.
If you want him safely secured. You
do want him safely secured, don't you?
All right.
Just like one of Father John's
Christmas turkeys, neatly trussed.
Now, where were we
before we were so rudely interrupted?
Let me up. Let me up.
- Let me up right now.
- Shut up.
- Stop it.
- Hey.
What did you have to do that for?
Now, listen to me. You need
waking up, fellows and girls,
and I haven't got the time
to do this gently.
Dinah says something's
coming towards us,
rather nasty, at a rate of knots,
and I for one believe her.
Now, having a knowledge of what it is
may not save our lives,
but I'm bloody sure that a lack of it's
gonna put an end to us, and soon.
Anybody disagree?
Jolly good.
Mr. Jenkins, pray continue.
I'm sorry, but I write
about these things.
I just haven't taken part in them.
Until now, that is.
I think you're doing great, Mr. Jenkins,
and I like listening to you too.
It makes me feel better.
Oh, well, thank you.
Thank you. That's very nice
of you to say that, Dinah.
in our thinking,
and it is this:
We all assumed as we began to grasp
the dimensions of this event
that something had happened
to the rest of the world.
But the evidence doesn't bear
that assumption out.
What has happened
has happened to us,
and us alone.
I am convinced that the world
as we know it
is ticking along as it always has.
But it's we,
the 10 survivors of Flight 29,
who are lost.
Please tell us what you know,
Mr. Jenkins.
I can't help but feeling
that we're running out of time and fast.
Yes, of course.
There's no mess in here,
but there's a mess on the plane.
There's no electricity in here,
but there's electricity on the plane.
Neither of these
are conclusive, of course,
but then there's the matches.
Bethany had her matches
on the plane, they work fine.
The matches in here, they just fizzle.
The carbonated drinks are flat.
The food is tasteless,
the air is odourless,
and sound fails to reverberate.
Then we have a madman,
he fires a gun,
and the bullet travels mere inches
and it has no force.
- Then, of course, there's the weather.
- What about it?
Well, there's a strong wind blowing
and yet there's a low cloud cover
that doesn't move at all.
It's frozen in place.
are stopping
or they're running down
like an old pocket watch.
Which brings me right
to the very hub of the matter.
I said not 15 minutes ago
that I felt it was lunchtime.
Well, now I feel
it's a lot later than that.
I feel it's 3:
00, 4:00 in the afternoon.And I have a terrible feeling that we're
gonna see it getting dark outside
before our watches tell us
it's a quarter to 10 in the morning.
Please, Mr. Jenkins,
can we get to the point?
Well, the point is
that what we're dealing with here
is time,
not dimension
as Albert has suggested.
Let's say that every now and then,
a hole appears in the stream of time.
Not a time warp, but a time rip.
A rip in the temporal fabric.
That's the craziest thing I ever heard.
Amen.
Mr. Gaffney, what's happening to us,
the situation that we're in, this is crazy.
- Go on.
- Well, let's say
that such a rip in the fabric of time
does occur now and then.
It would be similar to certain
rare weather phenomenon
that are reported,
like upside-down tornadoes
and circular rainbows
and daytime starlight.
The aurora borealis.
What?
There was an aurora borealis over
the Mojave Desert when we left LAX.
We were supposed to fly right into it.
Well, that's it. That's it.
An aurora over the desert.
That strengthens my point, doesn't it?
If we had the bad luck to fly into that,
and it was a time rip,
well, that means that we're no longer
in our own time, ladies and gentlemen.
Look, I have to agree with the lady,
time is short.
Could we just get to the bottom line,
please, Mr. Jenkins?
The bottom line?
The bottom line is, I believe,
that we have hopped an absurdly short
distance into the past,
say as little as 15 minutes,
and we're discovering the unlovely
truth about time travel.
That one can't appear in the Texas
State School Book Depository
on November 22nd, 1963 and hope
to stop the Kennedy assassination.
One can't witness the building
of the pyramids or the sack of Rome,
or investigate the age
of the dinosaurs firsthand.
No, fellow time travellers,
have a look around you.
This is the past.
It's empty.
It's silent.
It's a world with all the meaning
Sensory input has disappeared.
Electricity has already disappeared.
And time itself is winding down
in a kind of a spiral that's going
faster and faster.
But what about us?
and we're caught in it...
I suppose
we'll wind down with it.
Or else wink out of existence like
the other passengers on our flight.
Mr. Jenkins?
The sound I told you about before,
I can hear it again.
It's getting closer.
Much, much closer.
I'm going back out to the windows.
And what about you two,
you coming?
We can hear it as well
as we want to from here.
All right.
Mind you stay away
from Mr. Toomy.
"Stay away from Mr. Toomy."
What do you make of it, Brian?
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