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The Langoliers Page #8
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1995
- 180 min
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All I know
is it's the only sound in town.
Well, it's not in town yet, but it will be.
And soon.
Dinah's right.
We gotta get out of here.
- And we gotta get out of here now.
- Yeah, but where do we go?
Atlantic City? Miami Beach?
The nearest spa?
Captain, you're suggesting
that there's no place we can go.
I think, I hope,
Now, first, I have a question.
Is it going to be possible
to refuel that plane
even though there's no power?
They have fuel pads in the ground
next to the Jetway.
They should be full.
But even if we do refuel the plane,
then what?
Then we take off again.
The sound is coming from the east.
The time rip was several
thousand miles to the west.
- Can you retrace our original course?
- Yeah, I can. But why?
The time rip might still be there.
Don't you see? We might
be able to fly right back through it.
Yeah, he might have something there.
He just might.
Yeah, he might.
It doesn't matter
because we're not going
anywhere in that plane.
Why not?
If we can refuel it, then why...?
Remember the matches?
The ones from the restaurant
that wouldn't light?
- What? What about them?
- Well, don't you see, mate?
If the matches won't light
and the beer's flat...
Then jet fuel won't burn.
It will be as used-up and as worn-out
as everything else in this world.
I might as well fill up
those fuel tanks with molasses.
You mean we're stuck here?
and there's no way out?
You mentioned langoliers earlier,
Mr. Toomy.
- What are those?
- Dinah, don't talk to him.
Oh, don't worry.
I wouldn't hurt the child.
No more than I would have hurt
that girl. I'm just frightened, that's all.
- Aren't you?
- Yes.
But I don't take hostages
and I don't try to shoot teenage boys
when I'm frightened.
Touch.
What are the langoliers, Mr. Toomy?
Well...
...I used to think that they
were make-believe,
but I'm beginning to wonder
because I hear it too.
The sound?
The sound's the langoliers.
Well, I don't know
what else it could be.
Tell me more about them.
Well...
...my father used to say
that the langoliers were little creatures
that lived in closets
and sewers and other dark places.
- Like elves.
- No.
No, not like elves.
Nothing quite so pleasant, I'm afraid.
He said that all they really were
was hair and teeth
and fast little legs.
Oh, those little legs had to be fast
with all the bad little boys
no matter how quickly
they scampered.
Stop it.
- You're scaring her.
- No, he's not.
I know make-believe when I hear it.
is that I'm scaring her.
Well, my dad said there were
thousands of langoliers.
There had to be
thousands of them
because there are millions
of bad little boys
and bad little girls
scampering all over the world.
Oh, my father loved that word,
"scampering."
I think because it implies senseless,
directionless, unproductive motion.
Because the langoliers, they run.
They have purpose.
In fact, you could say that
the langoliers are purpose personified.
What did the kids do that was so bad
the langoliers had to run after them?
Well, I'm glad you asked
that question, Dinah,
because when my daddy
said someone was bad,
he meant that that person was lazy.
And a lazy person couldn't be
part of the big picture.
Because in my house,
you were either part of the big picture
or you were lying down on the job.
And if you were lying down on the job
and you weren't part of the big picture,
then the langoliers would come
and take you out of the picture,
take you out of it altogether.
He said you'd be lying
in bed one night
and you'd hear them coming
towards you,
- crunching, chomping, and smacking...
- Stop it.
That's enough.
Okay.
I'll bet you were scared of your dad,
weren't you, Mr. Toomy?
You win the cigar, little miss.
I was terrified of him.
Is he dead?
Yeah.
Was he lying down on the job?
Did the langoliers get him?
Yes.
- Mr. Toomy?
- What?
I'm not the way you see me.
I'm not ugly. None of us are.
And just how do you know
how I see you, little blind miss?
You might be surprised.
- Okay, so, what do we do now?
- I don't know.
God, she looks beautiful,
doesn't she?
Yeah, especially compared
to everything else around here.
Brian, exactly how much fuel
do we have left?
Well, when we landed,
I had less than 5,000 pounds.
To get back to where this happened,
I'd need
Whatever's happening
seems to be catching.
Well, I'm going back
to the restaurant.
I don't like leaving the ladies alone
with that banker fellow too long.
- Come on.
- Well, wait a minute.
Albert?
Albert, what is it?
Captain Engle.
Captain Engle, come here.
I think I have the solution
to our problem.
What are they doing?
and they're putting the stairway
by the door.
And now they're going up.
Are you sure you don't have any idea
what they're up to?
All I know is that Albert went nuts.
He kept saying something
about the plane being more there.
I didn't get it.
He just was really jabbering.
I just hope they hurry up.
Because poor Mr. Toomy's right.
The langoliers are coming.
Sweetie, that's just something
his father made up.
Maybe once it was make-believe,
but not anymore.
All right, Albert. On with the show.
Exhibit A, the book of matches
from the restaurant.
The light's going.
That's what's different.
How's Mr. Toomy?
Are you kidding? He fell asleep.
I guess that's it.
There's nothing more
we can do out here.
Wait a minute. I smelled something.
I smelled sulphur.
- I did too.
- Try another one, Albert.
You see? You see?
Do you see what it means?
We brought our own time with us.
That's the past out there
and everywhere, I guess,
east of the hole that we came through.
But the present is still in here.
Still caught inside this airplane.
That's why it looks brighter, more alive,
than anything else here.
Bravo, Albert. Bravo. Try the beer.
Smell.
By God, it smells like beer.
Come on, mate, pour it. My doc says
suspense is bad for the old ticker.
Hey.
You awake?
So the matches work but the lager
doesn't. What does that mean?
Apparently it takes a moment
Oh, that's excellent. That's
the best beer I ever had in my life.
Oh, you're right.
It's bloody marvellous.
Here, try the soda.
Gentlemen, the cola
is very, very good today.
Christ almighty, it's dark.
You're supposed
to be watching the nut.
Oh, don't worry, he's still out.
Damn, that sound is creepy.
It's like a bunch of coked-up termites
in a balsa wood glider.
Mr. Toomy.
But if he's unconscious,
there's nothing we can do about it.
I don't think he is unconscious.
I don't think he's even asleep.
All right, let's go see.
Hey, look, I thought I'd...
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