The Langoliers Page #9

Oh, my God. Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Be quiet.

There. He's hiding over there.

Behind something.

How do you know that?

I don't hear a thing.

I do. I hear his heart.

It's beating very fast and very hard.

He's scared to death.

I feel so sorry for him.

Mr. Toomy? Please come out.

We don't wanna hurt you.

Mr. Toomy? Mr. Toomy,

please don't be afraid.

Dinah. Dinah!

No. God.

- No. Dinah.

- No!

Oh, no.

Easy now.

All right.

- Dinah.

- I'll go get help.

All right.

She's not a little girl. She's not

a little girl. She's not a little girl.

She's the head langolier.

She's calling the other langoliers

with her dead, blind eyes.

That little brat.

You're a bloody genius, you know

that? You're a bloody genius.

It wasn't much.

I saw what was happening with

Bethany's matches and thought...

Come. You've got to come.

Please. He stabbed her

and I think she's dying.

- Calm down, who's dying?

- Dinah.

The blade broke off in her chest.

Mr. Toomy did it.

Bloody hell.

Albert, you come with me.

Brian, get the engines warmed up

but keep her here until I get Dinah.

Mr. Jenkins, bottom of the stairs.

Keep an eye out for Mr. Toomy.

- Come on, Albert.

- You okay? You all right?

- Get out of here.

- Try not to talk.

Dinah, try not to talk, okay?

Hello, Dinah.

Don't you worry, love. We're gonna

have you right as rain in no time flat.

- Does it hurt?

- Yeah.

It hurts to breathe.

- It's making you wanna cough, eh?

- Yeah. No, I don't know.

Well, it's better if you don't.

If you get that ticklish feeling,

you just try to ignore it, okay?

Don't you talk anymore.

Listen to me.

She's got internal bleeding.

If we don't get this blade out of her,

right now, damn quick,

she's gonna drown

in her own blood.

Mr. Warwick,

run and get me six tablecloths

from that grotty little pub

around the corner, and make it fast.

What are you doing?

Looking for the right

surgical instrument.

- The sight of blood bother you?

- I can handle it if I have to.

- Good. You're gonna be my nurse.

- Okay.

Now, you're gonna be all right,

Dinah.

I'm gonna fix you up good as new.

I promise.

They're closer.

You really, really have to hurry.

I know, love. I know.

That's right, Craiggy-weggy.

You just sit here in the dark.

When the time comes to move,

I'll tell you.

All right, Dad.

Whatever you say.

Right. We're gonna need a stretcher

to take her aboard the plane.

Albert, you and Mr. Gaffney

are designated stretcher-finders.

Mr. Gaffney,

if you look behind that counter

I think you'll find

two very sharp knives.

- Can I use one of these tablecloths?

- Yeah, why?

I'll show you.

When I was a kid,

we used to play Indiana Jones.

I made something like this,

I nearly broke my brother's arm.

Good enough. But remember, your

mission is not to recapture Mr. Toomy.

Your mission is to find a stretcher

as quick as possible

and bring it back here double time.

Got it?

If you don't find anything

in 10 minutes, I want you back

and we'll carry her aboard.

If there's internal bleeding,

we can't move her.

We don't have a choice. I've gotta

get her to the plane somehow.

- Ten minutes is all I can spare.

- I know,

- but if she's bleeding internally...

- Laurel,

he's right.

Come on, son, let's move. Come on.

How are you feeling, Dinah?

- It hurts bad.

- I know it does, love.

You've got a little piece of blade

stuck in you and I've gotta pull it out.

- You know that, don't you?

- Yep.

- I'm scared.

- So am I, Dinah.

So am I.

Fold those tablecloths into squares,

thick as you can.

And kneel closer to me.

Mr. Warwick, take off your belt.

Now then, I'm gonna

grasp the blade and pull it out.

The moment it comes out, you slap

one of those bandages on and press.

- You press hard, do you understand?

- Yes.

Jesus, help me.

Don't you dare. Don't you go weak,

sister, on me. Don't you dare.

Now. Press hard. Press hard as

you can. Do you understand me?

Yes.

Press hard.

Let's try in there.

Do you think it's locked?

There's only one way to find out.

Hey, kid. Albert.

Look, a stretcher.

Hey, look out.

He's in here. He's in here.

You're one of them too, aren't you?

A langolier.

Screw you.

I'm sorry.

I am really, really sorry,

but I have to do this.

If you could see things from

my perspective, you'd understand.

I'm going to Boston.

I'm going to Bos...

All right, lift her up.

That's it. We got you. Belt.

Do you hear that?

Do you think Toomy got them?

Belt now.

All right, wrap it around.

I want you to keep the pressure on

- because I'm going downstairs.

- What?

- Please, be careful.

- Oh, I will. It's what I do best.

You did bloody well.

Thank you, Laurel.

Don't...

Don't you kill him.

Why not? That bastard stabbed you,

love.

All I know is we need him.

You understand?

We need him.

Listen to what she says, Nick.

Got it.

- Captain Engle?

- Yeah?

Why aren't they back yet?

I can't say.

Well, I asked Bob,

I mean, Mr. Jenkins,

if he could see anyone moving around

in the terminal and he said he couldn't.

What if they're all dead?

No, I'm sure they're not.

If it will make you feel better,

join him at the bottom of the ladder.

Are you scared?

Yeah.

Yeah, I sure am.

I sort of feel better.

It's hard being scared all by yourself.

You're welcome, I'm sure.

Any sign of them?

Well, it depends

on what you call a sign.

I just heard something like shouting

just before you came out of the plane.

I hope Dinah's gonna be all right.

But I don't know.

I mean, he cut her really bad.

Did you see the captain?

He's up programming

his instruments or something.

I hope so.

What is that noise?

My dear, I hope we never have

to find out.

Albert?

You all right, Albert?

Where's Mr. Gaffney, Albert?

He's in the Airport Services office.

Mr. Toomy was in there

hiding behind the door, I guess.

He killed Mr. Gaffney

because he walked in first.

If I'd have walked in first,

he would have killed me instead.

Then...

...I killed Mr. Toomy.

Because I had to.

He came after me, do you see?

He found another knife someplace

and came after me.

Albert.

Albert, can you pull yourself

together, mate?

I don't know.

I never killed anybody before.

I know, it's a horrible thing.

I understand, believe me.

But it's gotta be gotten over.

And you've gotta get over it fast.

Because that sound

is coming closer.

You did this with a toaster?

He's not dead.

- He's not?

- See for yourself.

He's out cold

but he's still in the game.

Now, let's see if we can find

Mr. Gaffney and see if he got lucky.

Now, did you find that stretcher?

The stretcher, Albert?

- Yeah, we found it.

- Good lad, come on, let's go.

Keep it together, Albert.

That's all you gotta do.

You just keep it together

and you'll be fine.

Albert.

Take the stretcher upstairs.

I'll be with you in a minute.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna go back in the office and

see if there's anything else I can use.

I don't believe you.

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