Twilight Zone: The Movie Page #6

air traveler. His destination: the Twilight Zone. [GASPlNG] [BEEPlNG] PlLOT:

Ladies and gentlemen... ...this storm has developed

a little faster than we had anticipated. We're maneuvering about,

finding the smoothest spots with radar. There's a chance that we might hit

some whoopsie-daisies... [KNOCKlNG] ...so I'm asking you to return to your seats

and fasten seat belts. Please extinguish your cigarettes. Store anything that might fly about

the aircraft. -Look out the window and enjoy the flight.

-Hello, in there. Can you hear me? Hello? Oh, hi. lt's a passenger that's been

in there for a long time. -Tall, fair-haired?

-Yeah, yeah. Seat 4A. Oh, Valentine. Had a feeling about him.

White-knuckle type. -How are we gonna get him out?

-ls something wrong? -Everything's fine. Return to your seat.

-Mr. Valentine? May l help you? Just a moment. Dionne, why don't you knock?

Something could be wrong. Let's give him a few more minutes. Are you okay? No problem. Mr. Valentine, l know how you feel.

Lots of people are nervous about flying. But if you look at statistics,

you're safer up here than on the ground. -That's right, safer than your bathroom.

-Oh, l'll be perfectly fine. Okay? Everything's gonna be fine.

We're gonna help you back to your seat. Actually, the chances of drowning

in the bathtub... . ..is something like

800 thousandths of a percent. Whereas air-crash fatalities,

from last year's figures... . ..the number of passengers

who traveled last year. . . . ..is equal to the population

of the whole country. -Okay, l got you.

-That's 426,504,000. l forgot the rest specifically. Who died actually at home,

they outnumber the people much more. And, whereas driving--

Driving? Just forget it. l mean, the percentage

of people who die driving? -Twenty-two, 23 percent of. . ..

STEWARDESS:
Here you go, Mr. Valentine. VALENTlNE: Do l need my boarding pass?

STEWARDESS:
No, you don't need it. Watch your head. STEWARDESS: Thattaboy.

MAN:
l think l spilled my drink. l think l spilled my drink. Oh, l'm sorry, sir.

Here, let me fix you up. [THUNDER ROARS] Put these things away here. STEWARDESS: Micro Chip Logic.

The Liberation of the Left Brain. Science-fiction fan, huh? lt's a textbook. Computers. STEWARDESS: Do you really read this stuff?

-l wrote it. STEWARDESS:

My goodness, so you did. l tell you what, we'll put this away

and you try to get some sleep. No, no, no.

l'd like you to leave the light on, please. STEWARDESS:

Okay. l'll take this, okay? Come on. Tell you what,

l'll put this in a safe place. Look, you're gonna be fine,

so cheer up. Okay? Get me some water. -Let's get this seat belt fastened.

-ls something wrong? Oh, no. Everything's fine. -Look, we're not supposed to do this.

-What? But l have these sedatives.

They might help you sleep. No, it's all right. l don't need anything.

l'll be fine. -They're very mild.

-No. Thank you, but l'll be all right. This will cost you 4 bucks. -What did you say?

-Only kidding. Well, l'm not.

We've gotta get you back to your seat. GlRL: l wanna stay here.

DlONNE:
Oh, no, no, no. We've gotta get you back here. Here we go.

Now let's fasten your seat belt. -l don't need my seat belt fastened.

-Oh, yes, you do. -Wouldn't want you to fall out.

-l'm not gonna fall out. Not if you sit here you won't. Okay? Okay. -Are you okay?

-Yeah. DlONNE:
You sure?

-Yes, l'm sure. Look, l'm Dionne.

Anything you need, call me. Well, thank you,

but l'm sure l'll be fine. Really. l'll be fine. Okay. [GlRL WHlSTLES] You heard the captain. No smoking. N-O S-M-O-K-l-N-G. No smoking. [THUNDER ROARS] VALENTlNE:

Oh, my God. There's something out there! There's something moving.

l'm sure l saw it. -Out there on the wing.

MAN:
Where? -There's a man on the wing of this plane!

MAN:
What? WOMAN: Where?

MAN:
There's a man-- MAN 2:

Where? WOMAN:

l don't see.. . . Of course there isn't anything. There was somebody there.

You've gotta believe me. l saw him. Green and slimy. -Leave the poor man alone.

-l'm only trying to help. You've got to humor them. lt was lightning.

At first l thought it was an animal. Some kind of bird or something,

but it was a man. There was flames coming out

of the engine... . ..and then a flash and then smoke. Maybe it was a technician who was

caught on the plane when it took off. How could he survive out there?

The air's too thin. The blast of the wind. lt's so cold. lt's impossible, isn't it? My God. l feel so stupid. Can you imagine? A naked man crawling along

the wing of an airplane at 35,000 feet. There's no reason to feel embarrassed,

Mr. Valentine. Just try to get some sleep. lt's amazing, the mind. How the eyes can make you see something

that isn't even there. There's a man in Seat 3F

who's completely freaking out. You're just gonna have to deal with him. lt's all right.

You don't have to stay with me. l know you have other passengers

to attend to. -l'd be happy to sit with you till you sleep.

-No. lt's probably easier for me if l'm alone. -Are you sure?

-l'm sure. l'm drowsy already. [SNORES] See? Ha, ha. Okay. [THUNDER ROARS] [SCREAMlNG] Hostess, get the handcuffs! l saw it. l saw it. l'm all right, l'm all right, l'm all right.

Don't touch me, don't touch me. GUARD:

Let him up. FAA security.

You want me to take care of this? PlLOT:

No. He'll be all right. VALENTlNE: You've gotta land this plane.

PlLOT:
Look, just take your seat. PlLOT:

Can you get this together here, please? Get everybody to sit down.

Sit down, get in your seats. l want all the passengers

in their seats. VALENTlNE:

You've got to get out of the sky. PlLOT:

Thank you. VALENTlNE: Land us!

PlLOT:
lt's okay. -Fly this thing down.

-lt's all right. Deep breaths. -You know where you are?

-Yes. You gotta get us on the ground. -Take care of the little girl.

-Okay. Come here, darling. Handcuffs. Far out. PlLOT: That's it, relax.

-Come on, honey. You belong over here. -Mommy.

-Attagirl. That's it. GlRL:

Mommy, a strange man, he's got me. PlLOT: Everything's all right.

-What has she done this time? Take deep breaths, Mr. Valentine.

Deep, long breaths. That's it. Slow, relax. That's it. We're safe. We're gonna have a little talk. Now, what seems to be the problem? Would you look out that window, please? What was l supposed to see out there? Nothing. Nothing at all. l'm sorry l shouted. Mr. Valentine,

you've got to see this my way. l'm the first officer of an airplane

in a severe storm. Now, l have an irrational passenger. You're threatening the safety of this aircraft

and frightening the passengers. You either calm down

or we're gonna handcuff you. Listen, there is something wrong

with this airplane. lf somebody doesn't do something about it,

we're all gonna die. That's D-l-E, die. You big silly.

You used to be a normal person. MAN: Shelly.

-Sit down, darling. Come on, okay? Mr. Valentine. What do you think's wrong

with this aircraft? There's an engine out. Which one? The one on the outside. Outboard Number 1 .

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