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No parking.

Do not leave your car
unattended.

Mr. Toomey? Mr. Toomey!

Thank God I caught you.

I checked over the figures
on those foreign bonds you bought

and as it turns out, you haven't
made $43 million, you've lost it.

- I know.
- You know?

Of course I know. I'm the head
of the Bond Department, aren't I?

Talk to you from Boston.

Mr. Toomey,
you can't go to Boston.

All of these transactions were
personally authorized by you.

The board of directors
will crucify you!

I know, that's why I have to go.

And I suggest you just relax.

Because everything's
gonna be fine.

In fact,
it's gonna be wonderful.

Gosh!
That's my flight.

I gotta go.
Bye.

This is to
announce the boarding of-

I'm sorry.

Departing from Gate 51.

Bye.

There's a red-eye
leaving for Boston right now.

You can deadhead back on it
if you want.

Yeah, I guess.
What's the weather like?

Clouds at 20,000 feet
from the Great Plains

all the way to Boston.

And we've had sightings
of the aurora borealis

over the Mojave Desert.

Northern lights?
Over California at this time of year?

Who knows? The weather's been
really freaky this year.

I asked for a window
seat and that's what I'd like.

See right there?
It says where your seat is.

- I want a window seat.
- Why don't you talk to the-

- No, no, no, why don't you talk
to the ticketing agent?

I only wanna talk to you.

I don't wanna be her problem.

- One on every flight, isn't there?
- Always.

Roger, American Flight 29,
you're clear for takeoff.

Have a good flight to Boston.

Our flight tonight will take us

over the Rocky Mountains
and Denver.

Past Des Moines
and up over to St. Louis,

then on into the Boston area.

So, folks,
relax and enjoy the flight..

It's all right,
it's all right, it's all right.

- What's wrong?
- Where is everybody?

They've gone, they've all gone.

What do you mean, ''Where's everybody?''
They're all right here-

What happened?

Did we land while I was
asleep and let the others off?

Where's my aunt? I want my aunt.
Please, I want my aunt.

- You're gonna be all right.
- I want my aunt now.

Aunt Vicki.

Hey!

What the hell is going on here?
Will someone shut this brat up?

Will you stay with the girl?

Yeah, all
right, but what's happening?

Better come
back with some answers.

All right,
everybody, just calm down.

Hello, you guys, open up.

Hello.

How could someone disappear

And leave their hairpiece
behind?

That's quite a mystery,
don't you think?

Somebody's bridge work.

I was afraid of that.

What's going on here?

Hello?

Hello, hello?

What's wrong?

Flight crew disappear
with everybody else?

Yeah. No...
I don't know.

They're not answering my calls

and the door
is locked from the inside.

I was afraid of that.

Well, let's try
and get it open, shall we?

Okay.

Let's see.

Hello, excuse me.

Come out from back there.
Who's back there?

I'd like to know
what's going on, please.

Currently, we're about to break
the lock on the cockpit door.

It seems our crew have abdicated
along with everybody else.

But we're in luck all the same.

Do you work for
American Pride, friend?

Yes, I do.
But I think what's important-

No, no, no! I'm gonna
tell you what's important.

I have a meeting
at Boston's Prudential Center

at nine o'clock this morning!

Promptly at nine o'clock!

That's what's important.

And I have absolutely no intention
of being late for that appointment.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Now, I have three questions for you.

Number one, who authorized

an unscheduled stop for this
airliner while I was asleep?

Number two,
where was that stop made?

And number three, why?
Why was that done?

You ever watch Mr. Spock
on ''Star Trek?''

What the hell
are you talking about?

Just that if you don't
shut your cake hole, you bloody idiot,

I'll be happy to demonstrate
his Vulcan sleeper hold for you.

Don't you talk to me like that.
Do you know who I am?

Of course I do.

You're an obnoxious little twerp

who likes to hide his fear
behind aggression.

No harm in that,
but you are in the way.

- Listen to me...
- I can break it.

Easiest thing in the world.
Trust me.

I said I could break it.
Do you understand?

Signify if you understand.

You listen to me.

I haven't got time to discuss
your business appointment.

You will sit down
in your seat...

Strap your seat belt
firmly around your middle,

and keep your mouth shut.
Do you understand?

Please favor me with a
thumbs up if you understand.

Jolly good.

- You son of a-
- I wouldn't, mister.

This guy means it.
You better come on back with me.

Come on.

Hey. Come on.

Let's see if we can find
something for that nose.

What do you see?

Nothing, just...
Mountains and darkness.

Look there.

If you want watches,
you can take your pick.

There are tons of them
back in the main cabin.

You wanna hand me
that paper, please?

Well, the altitude
is right, 37,000 feet.

We're on course.

Denver Center, this is
American Pride Flight 29.

Do you read me?
Over.

Anything at all.

Mayday, mayday.

This is American Pride Flight 29
requesting emergency aid.

Come in, please.

That dog won't bark either.

What are they doing down
there, having nuclear war?

This is a medium shortwave band.

People should be jumping all over
this like frogs on a hot sidewalk.

But I'm not even
picking up static.

And the VOR beacon out of Denver,
that's not working either.

- What does that mean?
- It means we have no radio.

It means we have no Denver
navigational beacon.

And my board here says
everything is peachy keen.

Which is crap.
It's gotta be.

Come on, my young friends.
Let's go sit in the back.

The captain has
a lot of work to do.

What's going on?

The captain
and that British fellow

are trying to raise
an airport on the radio.

That leaves us
with the $64,000 question.

Where did everybody go?

And why didn't we go with them?

Perhaps-

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the captain speaking.

- Captain, my butt.
- Hey, shut up.

As you know, we have no
cockpit-to-ground communication.

And about five minutes ago, we
should have been able to see

the lights of Denver
clearly from the airplane.

We couldn't.

Now, all of that is bad news.
The good news is this:

The plane is undamaged,
we have plenty of fuel.

The last thing
I wanna pass on to you

is that our destination
will now be Bangor, Maine.

What?

Bangor International Airport
will be our safest bet.

I have an important
business meeting in Boston

this morning at nine o'clock!

And I forbid you

to fly us into some
whistle-stop Maine airport!

Would you please be quiet?

You're scaring the little girl.

Scaring the little girl?

Lady, we're diverting to some tin-pot
airport in the middle of nowhere.

And I've got better things to think
about than scaring the little girl!

Why don't you just sit down
and shut up, or I'm gonna pop you one?

I don't think you
could do it alone, bud.

He won't have to.

I'll take a swing at you
myself if you don't shut up.

I'm real scared now.

I'll help them if you
don't stop it, mister. I really will.

No, Daddy,
don't let them get me.

They will get you...

Unless you get with the program.

And stop wasting time.

They will eat you alive!

Alive and screaming!

Okay.

Okay, fine.

You're all against me?

That's fine.

That's fine.

We all look
like monsters to him.

I'm sure we don't.

Why don't you get some sleep?
You'll feel a whole lot better.

No, I won't.

Besides, I was asleep
and now I'm all slept out.

This is American Pride,
twenty-nine, heavy.

Nothing anywhere.

Well, we seem to have the sky
pretty much to ourselves.

Up here, that's true.

Down there?

Who knows?

May I ask you something?

Were you sleeping?
You were, weren't you?

Well, yeah.
Yes.

We were all asleep.
Everybody.

- Well, maybe.
- Nonsense, ''maybe''

I'm a mystery writer.
Deduction is my bread and butter.

Don't you think
if someone had been awake

when all those people
were eliminated.

That that person would have
screamed bloody murder.

And awakened the rest of us?

- Well, I guess so.
- Of course.

So I deduce
that everyone was asleep.

Including all those people
that were subtracted.

Along with the flight
crew, of course, dear boy.

Hello again, ladies and gentlemen.
This is Captain Engle speaking.

I'll be commencing our initial descent
into the Bangor area very soon.

I want you all to be calm.

Would you mind stopping that?
It's driving me crazy.

Is it gonna be all right?

Is it really gonna be all right?

- I hope so, honey, I hope so.
- God help us all.

Hang on. Going in.

You better quit it right now,
you worm.

Or I'm gonna take what's
left of that magazine.

And stuff it
right down your throat.

Try it, you little jackass.

Somewhere underneath
this grayness,

the ground's rushing up
to meet us, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.
But we still got...

We're coming through.

What do you see, Laurel?

We're over land.

I see a field and a forest...
And what looks like a pond.

It's all there.

I'm sorry, miss, but
you're completely wrong.

Bangor Tower, this
is AP Flight 29, heavy.

If you have runway traffic,
get it out of the way.

I am coming in.

Routine landing.

Nothing to it.

This place is utterly,
totally deserted.

No, it can't be.

If I could just
have your attention.

Now, I know you've all
looked out the windows.

So you know as much as I do.

Not only have the passengers
and the crew

on this flight disappeared but...

It now appears the people on
the ground

have disappeared as well.

But logic suggests
that since we survived...

Others must
have survived it as well.

False logic.

False logic!

Just to take things
one step at a time.

And the first step
is exiting the plane.

I bought a ticket to Boston,
and Boston is where I'd like to go.

Shut up.

Well, here we are at last.

This place smells wrong.

Really badly wrong.

Listen.

There's nothing to smell
and nothing to hear.

No birds singing,
no motors revving, no nothing.

But...

But what?

You realize I can turn
you in for this, don't you?

You realize I can sue this
entire airline for $30 million

and name you
as primary respondent.

Well, that's
your privilege, Mr.-

Toomey.
Craig Toomey.

Mr. Toomey, are you aware
of what has happened to us?

There are no excuses.

Mr. Toomey?

Just terrible.

- Mr. Toomey?
- Stop wasting time!

What happens to lazy bums who
lie down on the job, Craig?

The Langoliers get them?

They do more than get them.

They get them and they eat them.

They tear into
those lazy little boys

with their dry, hungry,
chomping teeth.

No, Daddy,
don't let them get me.

Mr. Toomey.

Mr. Toomey,
are you listening to me?

Of course I'm listening, and I know
what happened to everybody here.

These stupid, lazy people!

The Langoliers got them.

Pardon me?

Do you understand that
the economic fate of nations

may hinge on this meeting?

That's all very interesting,
but really, I don't have the time-

What the hell
do you know about time?

Ask me about time.
Ask ME!

What do you reckon the
best way is inside the terminal, Brian?

Well, I guess that would be
through the luggage conveyor.

Let's go.

Mr. Toomey?

Let's keep together, please.

You don't have
to worry so much, Dinah.

It's just that the situation is strange,

therefore everything seems strange.

Including the sound
your heels make hitting the concrete?

- They sound-
- Weak?

That's right.

Weak.

It's really wrong here.

Watch your
head going through here.

That's it.

Yeah, just wait
for me over here.

All right, then.

Let's try the telephones,
shall we?

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!

You had an appointment
in Boston...

And you skipped it.

They're coming for you.

You've been bad.

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 five years old,
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 program?

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.

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 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.

Just make them go away,
make them go away.

Okay? Okay?

Toomey?
Craig Toomey?

Toomey!

Craig Toomey!

Where are you?

Okay, let's go.

Wait.

- What?
- Shh.

I hear something.

Dinah, it's your
imagination, that's all.

It's very faint.

I heard it
when we got off the airplane.

It sounds...

A little like Rice Krispies
after you pour in the milk.

I think it's hysteria.

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.

I hear what I hear.

And I hear something out there.

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.

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!

Well, look, this is an airport.

There must be other planes,
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.

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.

We'd better go along.

I think he really
knows his stuff.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

Don't forget, Craigy-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.

I know what will happen.

They'll eat me.

They'll eat me all up.

I'm starving.

See? told you I didn't
need to save my matches.

Looks like we've discovered
yet another problem.

Can I borrow your book
of matches, Bethany?

Even that's more
than I expected.

- I know you-
- It's spoiled.

- Spoiled? No.
- No, I doubt that.

Well, you can tell from
the clocks that the power

must have gone out less
than five hours ago.

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

That'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.

Flat.

Flat and tasteless,
like an old tire.

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?

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% correct.

As you say, there's
none of that stuff here.

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.

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 of-

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?
- Take me to Boston.

It's all right, Albert.

Albert? Albert?
You all right?

- Kid? You all right?
- How bad am I hit?

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?

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?

Aaah!

Now, where were we before
we were so rudely interrupted?

Let me up.

Let me up.
Let me up right now!

- Shut up.
- Aah!

Jolly good.

Mr. Jenkins,
pray continue.

Well.
Thank you.

Thank you.

I think I found
a fallacy 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.

Please, Mr. Jenkins,
can we get to the point?

Yes, of course.

What we're dealing with here...

Is...

Time.

Amen.

Let's say that
every now and then,

a hole appears
in the stream of time.

Not a time warp, but a...

A time rip.

That's the craziest
thing I ever heard.

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-

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.

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
fifteen 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 travelers.

Have a look around you.

This is the past.

Sensory input has disappeared.

Electricity
has already disappeared.

Time itself is winding down,

in a kind of a spiral that's
going faster and faster.

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.

Mind you stay away
from Mr. Toomey.

''Stay away from Mr. Toomey.''

You mentioned Langoliers
earlier, Mr. Toomey.

- What are those?
- Dinah, don't talk to him.

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.

Those little legs had to be fast

so that they could catch up
with all the bad little boys

no matter how quickly
they scampered.

Stop it.

You're scaring her.

No, he's not.

I think what Laurel means
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.

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.

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 bet you were scared of
your dad, weren't you, Mr. Toomey?

I was terrified of him.

Is he dead?

Y-y-yeah...

Yes!

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.

What do you make of it, Brian?

All I know is it's
the only sound in town.

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 out there.

They should be full.

The time rip might
still be there.

Don't you see?

We might be able to fly
right back through it!

Remember the matches?

What? What about them?

The jet fuel won't burn.

You mean we're stuck here?

Wait a minute.

I think I have the
solution to our problem.

What are they doing?

Well, they've taken
the slide away

and they're putting the
stairway by the door.

And now they're going up.

All right, Albert.
On with the show.

Exhibit A.

The book of matches
from the restaurant.

You see? You see?

Apparently it takes a
moment for things to catch up.

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!

Christ almighty, it's dark.

I think we ought
to check on Mr. Toomey.

I'm worried about him.

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.

- My God. Where is he?
- I don't know.

Be quiet.

I hear his heart.

It's beating very fast
and very hard.

He's scared to death.
I feel so sorry for him.

Mr. Toomey?
Please come out.

- We don't wanna hurt you.
- Dinah?

Yaahh!

Dinah! No!

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

She's not a little girl!

She's the head Langolier.

Hello, Dinah.

Get... Get out of here.

Shhh.
Try not to talk.

Don't you worry, love.

We're gonna have you right
as rain in no time flat.

They're closer.

You really,
really have to hurry.

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.

But remember...

Your mission is not
to recapture Mr. Toomey.

Your mission is to find a
stretcher as quick as possible

and bring it back here
double time. Got it?

Now, if you don't find
anything in ten minutes,

I want you back here
and we'll carry her aboard.

Do you think it's locked?

There's only one
way to find out.

Hey, get out!
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.

You all right, Albert?

I-I killed Mr. Toomey.

Because I had to.
He came after me, do you see?

He found another knife
someplace and came after me.

Albert!
Albert, he's not dead.

This is more than you
deserve, you bastard.

Don't you kill him.

Why not? That bastard
stabbed you, love.

All I know is we need him.

You understand?
We need him.

What is that noise?

My dear, I hope we
never have to find out.

They're coming out.

- Let me help.
- Careful, Albert, Bethany.

Don't jiggle her.

- What happened to the others?
- Gaffney's dead.

Toomey might as well be.

Now, mind you keep
your end up now.

Okay. And set
her down gently.

All right, now strap her in.

I'm gonna start the engines,

pull as close as I can get to
one of the fuel pads out there.

While I'm doing that,

the four of you
pull the hose truck over.

There's one sitting
on the other jetway.

- You got it?
- Got it.

My God.

My God, look.

It's coming day again already.

How long has it been
since it turned dark?

Less than 40 minutes.

Yeah, well. We can't
worry about that now.

Craig.

Craig Toomey.

Let me die.

Please.

Please, just let me die.

Craig.

Craig, get up.

You have to get up now.

Go away. Go away!

I h... I ha...
I hate you. Go away.

They've come to you, Craig.

All the people
you wanted to see.

They left Boston
and they came here.

You can still see them.

If you're man enough
to get up, that is.

Man enough? Man enough?

You've gotta be kidding.

Come on, Craig.

They won't wait forever.

The Langoliers will see to that.

You have to get up.

You have to!

Come on, Craig. Get up!

They're all waiting for you.

This way, Craig.

I'm sorry, Mr. Toomey.

In spite of what you did,
I'm sorry.

But we need you.
So please hurry.

Hurry.

You... You brought them to me,
didn't you?

The chairman of the board,
the company directors.

All of them.

Yes, but you have to hurry.

Thank you. Thank you
for bringing them to me.

This is my last chance to
get away from my father,

and everything else.

Yes, I know,
but you have to hurry.

Please, please, hurry.

Okay. Okay. Okay.
Anything you say.

Time is getting short, Brian.
How much longer?

Fifteen minutes.

Hurry, Craig.

Look at me.

Now stand, Craig.
Stand.

They've come all the way
from Boston just to meet you.

Now hurry to them, Craig.
Hurry, hurry.

Run to them, Craig.

Quick! Quick!

Run around the plane.
Run away from the plane.

Run to them now!

Mr. Toomey.
It's Mr. Toomey!

Mr. Toomey, at last.

So glad you could
make it, Craig.

So give us your report, Craig.

Tell us how much money
you made for us.

You wanna know how much
money I made for you?

You wanna know how much
money I made for you?

Yes.

I'll tell you how much money
I made for you.

- I didn't make any-
- No, Craig.

- Shut up, shut up.
- Tell them you lost the money

but it was a mistake.

No!

I didn't make any money for you.

I didn't make any money for you.

I lost money for you.

I lost...

Fourty three million dollars...

And I did it deliberately.

I did it deliberately!
I did it deliberately!

You fool.

You stupid fool.

You don't frighten
me anymore, Father.

The Langoliers don't even exist.

You just made them up.

No. No.

Look at that!

We gotta get out of here.
We gotta get out of here now.

Make it stop.
Please, make it stop!

Where am I?

No, Daddy!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

All right, we're uncoupling
and getting the hell out of here.

Belt in! Belt in!

God help!

God!

Good Lord, look at that!

What is it?

They're being drawn to Mr. Toomey,
or where Mr. Toomey was.

- Now we know, don't we?
- What?

We know what?

We know what happens to today
when it becomes yesterday.

It waits for them.

It waits for them.

The timekeepers of eternity.

Always following behind.

Cleaning up the mess in the
most efficient way possible.

By eating it.

Mr. Toomey
knew about them.

He said they were
the Langoliers.

No, Craig.

You may think you're
running, but you're not.

You're scampering!

No! No!

No!
Daddy! No!

Make them go away.
Please make them go away.

Please, I promise I'll be good.

Just make them go away!

Up, up, up.

Come on, come on.

We're up.

We all know what happens now.

We go back exactly
the way we came in.

Hold on, Dinah.

And we hope that whatever
doorway we came through is still there.

Please hold on.

If it is...

We'll try going through.

- Time's going faster, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is.

I think after a while the days
and nights...

Will be passing as fast as
a camera shutter can click.

What's wrong?

I don't know, and that's
the problem, dear boy.

There's something wrong.
Something very wrong.

But... I can't figure out
what it is.

That's right where
the time-rip should be.

Now, you mind watching
out for it while I fly?

Sure.

I wish I knew what the
hell I was looking for.

I think you'll
know it when you see it.

If you see it.

Laurel.

Shh, Dinah.

Try not to talk.

We're going back.

And you're gonna be all
right, I promise you.

Don't worry about me, Laurel.

I got what I wanted.

Dinah, you shouldn't talk.

I saw.

I saw through
Mr. Toomey's eyes.

At the start, everything
looked mean and nasty to him.

But it was better at the end.

Please, Dinah, try
not to talk anymore, okay?

I saw you, Laurel.

You are beautiful.

Especially your eyes.

Everything was beautiful.

Even the things that were dead.

It was so wonderful just to...

You know. See.

Dinah?

Breathe, Dinah.

Please.

Please, Dinah, breathe.

Breathe, please.

- Brian?
- Yeah?

I think I see something.

God almighty.

Ladies and gentlemen.

We have found what
we were looking for.

I'm gonna take us straight
through the middle of it.

And we'll find out
what's on the other side.

Stop!

Stop! Captain!

Stop!

- Carry on, I'll take care of this.
- Stop.

Stop.

Tell him to turn back.
We gotta turn back.

- We can't fly through it.
- Calm down, it's all right now.

Tell the captain.
We've gotta turn back.

We're all gonna die.

Listen to me.

We were all asleep.
Get it?

We were all asleep when
we flew through the rip.

Bloody hell.

Turn back, Brian.
You have to turn back now.

It's so...

Beautiful.