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(urgent orchestral music)

- What is this?

You can't take this menagerie into the caves.

- Can't we?

- Carlsbad Cavern's a national park,

it's against park regulations.

- We've purchased the regular tour tickets.

Now, we are ready for the tour.

- No, sir.

Not unless you leave all this stuff

and those animals behind.

- Did Noah leave his animals?

- Noah?

- Yes, Noah.

- Bring a few more of the boys down.

We got a real live one.

- No prayer is adequate for this moment.

Except for the prayer within each of us.

So, let us pray now.

Pray, but don't bow your heads.

Look up.

Look up at God's sky.

Fix it in your memories.

Capture its beauty as we see it at this moment.

Still free of Carbon 14.

Caesium 137.

Cerium 144.

Unfissioned plutonium.

Strontium 90.

The bone seeker.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Look, uh, there's another tour at four o' clock.

So, why don't we all go up to my office

and talk about it, huh?

I can see something is troubling you.

Alright now, let's move all these animals back up the trail!

- Sir?

I'm going to tell you something,

and if you repeat it I'll deny it.

Two days from now, on January 1st at six p.m.

this hemisphere's gonna suffer a thermonuclear attack,

somewhere I'd judge in the range of 25,000 megatons.

(suspenseful music)

- Now hold up!

Hold up!

(jazzy music)

- A little wiggly!

- A little wiggly what?

- Oh!

- Ah ah, the management frowns at any familiarity

between the tourists and the help.

- How about the help?

- You don't see any wrinkles, do you?

No frowns.

- No?

- Come on over here.

- When's the five o' clock whistle blow?

- It gets to be noon around here

about 12 o' clock.

That's about five hours quicker.

- I'll pick you up.

- You already have.

- That's what I need.

No gentleman.

What do I call you?

- Buzz.

- Is that a name, or a high frequency?

- You decide.

- Twelve o' clock.

- Who's that?

- Lunch.

- Why don't we trade off?

You know, you take my spot in White's museum

and I'll take the sky ride.

- What'd you find out in El Paso?

- Oh, I'm the owner.

There's a complete inventory.

The attorney says even if I find out where he went

the gift is, and I quote,

"Irrevocable and in perpetuity."

- Did you find out what it's worth?

- Ten thousand dollars, but I don't see how I can keep it.

- Well, why not? He gave it to you.

- You must be as wacky as he is, there's gotta be a grabber,

you know, nobody just gives a free truck and a trailer

to a total stranger.

Maybe I'll advertise,

"Lost and found, one group of sixteen people,

"two goats, two horses, assorted rabbits, and chickens.

"if found, please contact Todd Styles

"in White City, New Mexico."

Enjoy your lunch.

- Where are you going?

- Just back to the museum. Where else?

- "Is that a name or a high frequency?"

- They're camped just ahead there.

- Uh, Mr. Walsh,

if you don't mind waiting here,

it's best I talk to him alone.

- Well, tell him he's got to come up!

And right now.

Washington's been all over my neck all afternoon.

This is a national park, not a bomb shelter.

- Hmm. I'll try to point out the difference.

- Dr. Clarence, I think we've been pretty patient

about this so far.

Well, I kept the lights on for these people.

Kept the regular tours completely away from them.

I even detail a ranger to help them.

That takes dollars, tax-payers' dollars.

- I see.

(soft ambient music)

Mark!

- Henry.

- Henry, I'm so glad to see you. I've tried to reach you.

- I was buried in MIT,

you know those babatron problems.

And I came up for air,

they whisk me out to Washington for a talk.

How about you?

(sighs)

It's a long way down here.

- Oh, here, sit down.

- Thanks.

Mark, I thought you'd learned to live with the bomb.

Learned to look at it the way you look at a heart condition.

You have a coroner, they try to get along with it,

if it acts up, well, you tried.

- Henry, it's going to happen.

Didn't they tell you what I found out,

why I'm so sure?

- Yes.

- Well?

- I don't believe in inference, Mark,

philosophical induction.

- So you don't believe me, either then, do you?

You don't believe there's going to be an attack.

- I still believe in man, Mark.

Regardless of his political system.

I just can't believe any man would

deliberately order an attack.

My belief does falter from time to time,

I take some little solace in my knowledge

of our retaliatory striking force.

They wouldn't dare, Mark.

They know the price, they just wouldn't dare.

- Henry, our generation is filled with men of the dead,

they're passionate with daring,

they're drunk with the power that we've given them.

They're button-pushers, they're countdown-dictators,

they're missile-rattlers.

Henry, I told the National Security Council,

their joint chiefs of staff, and now I'm telling you.

Nikolai was trying to warn me.

And the only way that he could.

By sending me those Chinese boots,

and by the unusual way he was playing chess with me

in the last three months of our correspondence matches,

this is more than inference!

This is more than philosophical induction,

don't you see that?

Well, I'm not sure how Nikolai wanted me to handle this,

but I'm sure that he wants me to live.

Probably in Russia at this very moment,

he's gathering around, him in hiding,

hand-picked men and women, as I've done.

So, when it is over, we can start again.

Try once more.

Please stay, please.

- The chain to consider, you know, our children,

our grandchildren, I can't just leave them alone, now can I?

You're a brilliant man, Mark.

Possibly the most brilliant I've ever known.

If you're right about all this,

if we are to be attacked and destroyed,

I, for one, will raise my eyes to the first warhead

and welcome a return to the nitrogen cycle.

Because in such a world, I prefer to be inorganic.

In such a world,

survival is meaningless.

Well, I told them there was no point in sending me here.

A stubborn man I could confuse, possibly convince,

but a principled man, I'm powerless.

You sure you don't want to come back up with me?

Well,

come and see me soon, Mark.

I'll be at MIT trying to finish that eternal paper of mine.

- Henry.

- Dwight?

I'm Paula Shay.

I'm from the Examiner.

- That's a boy, that's a boy!

(music box chimes)

- I'm from the Boston Examiner.

- Can't use any, miss.

Got lots of folks out here from Boston,

but not this time of the year.

Maybe next summer, you come back then.

- No, you don't understand. I write for the Examiner.

- Oh! You're a reporter, huh?

- That's right.

I just came down from Carls-- - (laughs)

- ... from Carlsbad Caverns.

And the superintendent there said I should talk to you.

- Oh, Mr. Walsh. Nice fella.

- Well, the jury's still out on that one.

But anyway, he wouldn't let me talk to Dr. Christopher,

but he said that he and his party

stopped here yesterday for about two hours

before they went up to the caverns.

- That's that fella that gave Todd the trailer and truck.

- Todd? - Yeah.

- Trailer and a truck?

- The young fella works for me.

- Is he around?

- Yeah.

- I wanna talk to him, and fast. It's important.

- Well...

Alright, come along with me.

- Thanks for the ride, Mr. White.

And save me a cabin with a phone in it, now.

In a manner of minutes, this place is gonna be jumping

with newspaper men, photographers, TV.

You won't be able to get a room

for only isotopes in Los Alamos.

- What's all the excitement?

- Dr. Mark Christopher!

He's seven miles down the road,

six hundred feet underground in Carlsbad Caverns.

- So that's where they went.

- You mean he didn't tell you?

- No. Just asked me if I wanted a truck and trailer.

You're from the Boston Examiner?

- Yeah, I have half a column three times a week.

Paula Shay.

I cover military.

- Military?

- Listen to me, cousin.

Women will fight the next one, we're the new front line.

Now let me ask you something,

who do you think is safer,

a white collar girl in Times Square

when the temperature hits two million degrees,

or a Boltson's Mate in a nuclear sub

six hundred feet under a polar ice cap?

Come on, don't let the cat get your tongue, I'm recording.

- Look, I don't understand what possible interest

this could be to a Boston paper.

I mean, some guy stops in White City, New Mexico

for couple of hours, I've never seen him before in my life.

He's got a whole gang of people with him like gypsies.

He says to me, "Do you wanna truck and trailer?"

And before I can answer him, he gives me the pink slip

and they all take off in a bus.

- You don't know who Dr. Christopher is?

- No.

- He's one of the scientists who separated U-235 from U-238.

And you know what U-235 is used for?

- Yeah.

- He's got more degrees than a thermometer.

He's got more letters after his name

than the Chinese alphabet.

ARPA, Advanced Research Projects Agency.

NASA, National Aeronautics and Space Administration,

AFARDC, Air Force Air Research Development Command.

Now, is that enough?

- Yeah. Look, why me?

Why don't you ask Dr. Christopher

whatever it is you wanna ask him?

- Well, before I landed here,

I flew directly to the caverns.

And guess what?

The rangers won't let anyone else down

until the A-32er tomorrow morning.

Plus, they've maintained this big, fat silence

about the doctor.

So, until morning, cousin,

you're the only news in town.

Because you're the only link with Dr. Christopher.

And just remember that I found you first.

I wanna take some shots of the trailer later.

Have you been inside?

- Mm-hmm.

- Is there anything?

- Yeah.

- What?

- Furniture.

- Gee, thanks.

EDTA.

- EDTA?

- It's a chelating agent to be injected in the bloodstream

in case of exposure to radiation.

This is funny.

It's a calendar with December crossed off.

And January 1st circled.

He must have something figured for tomorrow.

- Do you read Latin?

- No.

- Los ob alto.

It means "death from above."

- Los ob alto.

(audience cheering)

- And that was Times Square this evening

as New Yorkers welcome the new year.

This is Marlon Haines reporting to you from El Paso.

If the man in the street is concerned

about molecular structure, the speed of light,

or the speed of an ICBM,

happily, he did not show it in Times Square tonight

as the old year slipped into history.

But just 161 miles from here,

one man and a small coterie of friends

are about to see the new year in

as Neanderthal man once did, from a cave.

Deep below the limestone cushioning of Carlsbad Caverns,

atomic scientist Mark Christopher

has turned a deaf ear to official pressure

and the pleading of colleagues,

and so far has refused to come back to the surface

and rejoin society.

A large press core has gathered in nearby White City

to seek from Dr. Christopher

the answer to the 64 dollar question:

Does his retreat signal the imminent end of the world?

A return to the caves for all who may survive

whatever it is Dr. Christopher fears,

or are we facing not Armageddon, but a bright new year

in the soaring sixties, filled with promise?

- Five minutes to midnight! Everybody dance!

- Now that you've interviewed me

and you don't need me anymore,

you'll just throw me aside like an old shoe.

- No. I enjoyed you very fondly tonight.

Thanks for calling.

- I tried.

I mean honestly, Todd,

it's hard without a phone.

Did Mr. White find me?

- No, you know the old cover-up, the sentimental slob.

I figured you might be late,

so I handled the sky ride for you.

- Well, you wanted to trade jobs.

I'll take your place at the museum Monday.

Okay?

You'd rather work nights anyway.

Miss Benson.

Todd Styles.

- Hello.

- Paula Shay, Buzz Murdock.

- Hey, uh, what's going on?

I didn't know there were this many people in New Mexico.

- They all came in for the sky ride.

(party favor toots)

- Ten seconds to midnight!

Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

- (simultaneously) Yay!

- Todd.

Happy new year.

- Same.

- It's way past your bedtime, son.

- Is it 61 yet?

- Yes. Just now.

Alright. Now, get some sleep.

- I can't.

- What, Ginger is.

- Well, she's only eight.

- What's that got to do with it?

- Well, at eight, I used to sleep too.

- You mean at eleven you've got insomnia, huh?

- Dad, even if mom has a new husband,

well, she could have brought him too,

you wouldn't have minded, would you?

- No, Alan, I wouldn't have minded.

- Was she scared when you told her what was gonna happen?

- No.

You see,

your mother has a gift of laughter, she can...

Laugh at anything.

- Will it hurt her much?

- Oh no.

No. It won't hurt at all.

Now, you get to sleep there.

Huh?

- Okay.

- It's a deal, huh?

- Dr. Christopher's party will be off to the side.

Out of the way.

But you can call out questions to them as you pass.

Just remember now, nobody leaves the trail.

Doctor? May I please talk to you?

Some newspaper people are here to see you.

I sure hope you're not gonna scare them to death.

(footsteps)

- Morning, Dr. Christopher.

Well, Doc, the rumors apply,

you're being headlined as the 20th century Noah

and this cave is your ark.

Would you mind telling us what dreadful event

has caused you to come down here and stay?

- I'm sorry, I really have nothing to say.

- Oh, come on, doc, aren't you predicting

an atomic attack against the United States?

- What's your timetable on HR?

- No comment, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

- (all protest)

- Look doc, some of us flew 2500 miles

to find out whether you just flipped your lid

or whether there's a logical reason for your being here.

Now, the least you can do is answer a few simple questions.

- I'm not at liberty to do that.

- Why not?

- Come on!

- Is somebody gagging you? Somebody in Washington?

Dr. Christopher, you remember the National Security Council.

Have you discussed this with them?

- Or with the joint chiefs of staff?

Now come on doc, come on, you've got the story!

(all speaking at once)

- Ask them, not me!

- Now wait a minute, come back!

Come back!

- You think it's coming today, don't you doctor?

If you know something, tell me.

I wanna live too!

If it's true, don't you think that I deserve to know?

And all the millions of other people like me?

- You know, Alfred Tennyson once said that

time is a maniac scattering dust,

and life is a fury slinging flame.

I believe he could have been writing that about today.

- Hi. Over here.

- Oh...

- Put it down gently.

- Shhh!

- Thanks, I'll take it from here.

The iceman cometh!

- Ooh!

You know anybody with a little hot sauce around here?

- I've got a little eye-opener for you.

Is that better?

New Years resolution number one:

we've got to be more discriminating

about the girls we go out with.

- How did I know she was a wine-taster's daughter?

- Anyway, today is a holiday,

you can just bury your head in a glacier like an ostrich.

You may have a fighting chance.

(loud tapping)

- Oh!

Keep that glacier from moving and

and keep those avalanches quiet!

(groans)

- Shhh.

- (laughs)

I thought they'd dressed him before they shipped him.

- Madame Defarge.

Did you bring your guillotine?

- No, just my knitting, which I'm tending to.

How soon can you be ready to leave?

- Hmm?

- You wanna survive, don't you?

- I keep hearing this voice

like somebody is hollering for hogs.

Just whisper 'em in, Ma.

And let the top of my head heal.

- Dr. Christopher is convinced that

there's gonna be an atomic attack.

- It already happened, I was at ground zero.

- Look, I thought that if we went there,

and told him that we had just gotten married

and that we wanted to help populate a brave new world,

that he'd let us join him.

- You don't believe a word of that, do you?

- Oh, what difference does that make?

- Well, lady, you don't use people like that.

- Who doesn't?

Listen, my precious square, my darling idealist,

this is the biggest story of the year.

Come on now, hmm?

Finish shaving?

- Uh-uh.

Resolution number one.

- Geez, uh, just a poor working girl

trying to find an angle, huh?

- That's the boy I like to hear.

Ring-a-ding-ding on Pavlov's bell.

- I'll take a wine-taster's daughter,

they may drink you to death

but they don't talk you to death!

- Look, I don't mind helping you to get a story,

but all this jazz about being married

just to trick the doctor, uh-uh, no deal.

- He might not let us stay

if he doesn't think we're married!

- Then we won't stay.

- (groans)

- There's another thing, something you didn't think about.

Suppose he's right, about today.

- (laughs) Oh, come on!

- Look, he's never been wrong yet, not once!

- Ahh!

- (yells)

- Dr. Christopher.

Now, this is my final word.

Either you get your party together right now

and leave at once, or I'll switch off the lights.

Now, doctor, you don't know how dark dark can be

until you been that far underground without lights.

If you make us kill the lights,

we'll keep them off until the next tour comes around.

Now, we know you have carbine lamps and flashlights,

but they're not gonna last forever.

But so help me,

as soon as that tour as a chance to look around your area,

back you go into the dark.

Now doctor, look, this is my final warning.

You had better come up.

Here's the dark.

- (little girl's voice) Mommy!

Mommy!

- Everybody alright?

- (all) Fine, fine.

- Aren't you scared?

- What of?

- The dark!

- Well, it's no different than before, Ginger.

Except that now there's no light on the retina of your eyes.

Outside this old lantern that dad's got.

The dark doesn't stop you thinking, does it, Ginger?

- No, but...

There's scary thoughts.

- Well, think good thoughts.

About Collie dogs running across the field with flowers

and chocolate sundaes, and salamanders.

- What's salamanders?

- Kind of lizards.

Think about Christmas, and birthday parties,

and Sundays at the zoo.

- And Alan.

- And pony rides, and trains,

I mean, I like trains much better.

- Alan.

- Yes?

- After today, all those things,

they won't be there anymore, will they?

- Well... well, we can still think about them, can't we?

- Yes! Let's turn out the lights and think about them.

Tell me some more good things to think about.

- (crowd of voices)

- Please, ladies and gentlemen, there's no need to push!

There's no call for panic!

Don't believe everything you read.

Now, those that are here to see the caverns,

we're going right ahead with the four o'clock tour.

But, if there's anybody here who

thinks the world is coming to an end

and the only place to hide is here in Carlsbad Caverns,

or if you're here for curiosity,

or to get your picture in the paper to collect autographs,

I want to remind that person that

this is government property.

And there's stern penalties for any damages,

or for violation of park rules.

Now these rules are made for your benefit,

ladies and gentlemen.

And for your safety.

So, we ask of you, those who are going on the tour,

please cooperate with us, stay in your groups,

do not leave the paths, which are provided for you.

And the rest of you, please go home.

Please?

All right, Mr. Tulio, you can let 'em through.

- Take it easy now folks, take it easy.

Very steep hill. Now, let's stop, just a minute.

- You look awful, you should have stayed on ice.

- This Dr. Christopher's right,

I don't think I can take the noise, not with this head.

Be quieter down there.

- Okay, let's go.

- I'm sorry ma'am, you'll have to stay on the path.

- This section of caverns' ceilings are low,

and we have thousands of formations

suspended from the ceiling, whereas up in the corridor

you had high ceilings and comparatively few formations.

- (little boy's voice) Mommy, why can't we camp down here?

- Dr. Christopher?

Doctor...

You quoted some Tennyson to me, do you remember?

- Yes, yes, I remember. You're back, why?

- I'm a convert. - Paula.

- And you're the leader.

- Aren't you the young man I gave the trailer to?

- Yes, sir. We've been wondering about that.

- Well, it'd brought some of us here

and it was the end of the road and...

end of its usefulness to us.

- Doesn't seem a little cynical to leave something

to somebody if you figure it's not gonna be

of any use to them either?

- Yes, I suppose it is, I'm sorry for that.

I think perhaps I was hoping that maybe I'd be wrong,

maybe you might have some use for it, after all.

If that was the case, it would make me very happy but,

I am afraid it won't work out that way.

- Dr. Christopher, do you really believe it?

- I'm here, aren't I?

- Well, can't you give me a simple yes or no?

I mean, if you really think there's something to all this

why don't you warn people?

- Because I'm too old and in these times,

there are certain things that are better left unsaid.

- You mean like, getting hit by h bounce?

It isn't considered cricket to tell people when to duck?

We had a quarterback who takes a different point of view

than you do, Dr. Christopher.

Paul Revere.

He gave a lot of important signals.

- I tried to call a signal.

But what convinces me does not convince the others,

it does not convince the authorities.

- Well, forget about the authorities, let the people decide.

- Don't you understand? I'm under orders.

I can't say anything, I can't make a statement.

This is not what I wanted,

I wanted to shout it from coast to coast.

Even Nikolai, if it meant his getting shot,

I'm sure that's what he wanted me to do.

- Nikolai?

- There's nothing I can do, it's too late!

There's just 20 minutes left.

- Who is Nikolai?

Dr. Christopher?

- (footsteps approaching)

- (woman's voice) I don't care what your hours are,

I'm going in there now, and I'm going to get my son!

- Frances!

- Well, Mark. You've finally went off the deep end.

I always knew if I waited long enough, you'd hang yourself.

Alan, darling.

- He's with me, Frances.

Or do you have as little respect for a court order

as you have for people?

- Atomic attack. How like you, Mark.

Well, I have a court order, now.

A federal writ, and I'm going to take my son.

Marshal.

- No, dad!

- Nobody's going to take my son away from me.

- Marshal.

- It's just an order to return the boy to the surface,

Dr. Christopher.

It doesn't take him away from you or anything like that.

It just, well, gets him back in the sunshine.

Now, if you bring him up yourself, then there's no problem.

- You don't know him, Marshal.

He'd let Alan stay here and get pneumonia

if he thought it would prove out a theory.

- Three days of this cold temperature's

bad for that boy, doctor.

He'd be better topside.

- Topside?

Don't you realize what there'll be topside in ten minutes?

Dust across the sun.

- Why don't you tell them how you know, doctor?

And maybe they'll believe you that way.

- Frances, Nikolai warned me.

- Nikolai? Why, he's as big a fool as you are.

- Who is Nikolai, Mrs. Christopher?

- It's Mrs. Swanson. And who are you?

- Oh, I'm Paula Shay.

- Oh, Miss Shay, I'm glad to see you here.

Thank you!

- Who is Nikolai?

- Nikolai Rabinovich.

One of those long-haired idiots.

- He's one of the great minds in the world today.

- Great mind.

- Frances, you remember how we met him,

two years ago at the Geneva conference

and how we played chess together,

and how we decided to continue playing chess

by air mail correspondence.

Well, we did, but a strange thing started to happen

six months ago.

Nikolai kept on playing the same game, over and over again.

I'd beat him easily, every game.

But he was so insistent,

that I had to conclude he was doing it deliberately,

and then suddenly, three months ago,

his game changed completely.

His whole attack was different.

He posted his pieces aggressively.

His technique was what we call in chess,

the discovered attack.

A move involving two distinct simultaneous thrusts

at the enemy units.

As you move one piece to the attack,

you unmask the attacking action of another piece.

You can see that the destructive force

of such an onslaught is enormous!

It's like moving two pieces at one time,

and Nikolai always dealt the death blow

with his knight.

Now, in chess correspondence,

knight is abbreviated to Kt,

and Nikolai kept on sending this to me, over and over again,

Kt, Kt, Kt,

til the abbreviation no longer meant knight to me,

suddenly it meant kiloton.

And then a month ago,

Nikolai sent me a curious Christmas gift.

A pair of Chinese boots with a little note attached,

"These are your boots," but he misspelled boots.

He spelled it B-O-O-T-E-S. E-S.

Bootes.

Bootes... I kept on wondering, why, why?

And then it struck me,

that bootes is a constellation.

And the Earth, every year as inevitable as well as time,

moves into orbit with bootes,

and is struck by a shower of meteors, every year,

January the first, at sunset.

At six p.m.

Today.

And I recalled in June,

we almost sent up a retaliatory striking force

because of a false radar reading.

What we thought was a flight of bombers

turned out to be a flight of geese.

And two weeks later, what we thought was

a shower of missiles turned out to be a shower of meteors.

If the Russians decide to send out ICBMs,

we'd bend over backwards not to make a third mistake.

And we'd seen meteors, and geese.

Frances, don't you see?

Nikolai sending me those boots,

the way he played that chess game, the way it changed

his usual to discovered attack,

disguising one piece for another piece.

It will be ICBMs, and not meteors!

Don't you see that?

- Oh, really, Mark.

Marshal.

Well, don't tell me you believe him?

- Why don't we wait?

You know. Maybe just see whether he's right or wrong.

It'll be six o'clock in five minutes.

- These five minutes are just as important to me, Mark,

as they are to you.

Because I'm going to prove once and for all

what a fool you are.

And what's more, I'm going to prove it in front of Alan.

I'm going to show him where he belongs.

Not with a crackpot, but with people

whose feet are on the ground.

Marshal, make him give me my son.

- No, dad, don't let her take me!

- I'm sorry, doctor, but a writ's a writ.

It'll just be for a little while,

and you can come pick him up in White City.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute!

You sent for her, didn't you?

When she asked you who you were and you told her,

she said, "I'm glad you're here, thanks."

You sent for her to try to get the boy,

to stir up a fight with the doc.

That way, he'd talk, and you'd get a story,

regardless of who got hurt.

- That's life, cousin.

- Yeah, that's right.

- What are you--?! Give it to me!

Give it to me!

- So's that.

Don't you see what she's doing?

Using you both like two butterflies on the point of a pin.

At the boy's expense.

- Look, I didn't ask Dr. Christopher to come down here.

But he's news, so he's public property.

He'll just have to take the consequences

if he's gonna pull stunts like this.

- She's with you, and not me.

- Don't remind me.

- It's alright.

Three minutes from now, all this won't make any difference.

- Mommy, please!

- Frances!

Don't you have any children of your own?

- Please, doctor, not down here!

- Let him go, doc!

- You calm down!

- After she's had her way,

there'll be no point--

- Get the boy!

- Don't you know what's going to happen up there

in the next two minutes?!

- It's a lousy job, but I love it!

- Stay here!

- Mommy, please!

Dad!

- Alan!

- Dad!

Dad!

Will everything be okay now, dad?

- Well, how 'bout it, Dr. Christopher?

- I... I don't know.

- Well, if you don't mind me saying so,

you got a lot of people all stirred up for nothing

if you don't know.

- Yes, I...

I couldn't have made a miscalculation.

It didn't happen then, this Wednesday.

Does that mean that

it's just gonna be some other Wednesday?

- In the mean time, doctor,

there's six other days in the week.

- Yes, yes.

What do you use them for?

For all they're worth, you use them.

(orchestral music swells)