Miracle Mile Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Miracle Mile Script


 

                   

I never really saw

the big picture before...



 

                   

not until today.



 

                   

Love can sure

spin your head around.



 

                   

God, where do you begin?



 

                   

The universe was created

fifteen billion years ago...



 

                   

in a tremendous burst

of pure energy.



 

                   

The matter spreading

from this big bang...



 

                   

became the galaxies.



 

                   

Our sun and planets

were formed...



  

                   

from swirling clouds

of star stuff...



  

                   

over five billion years ago.



  

                   

It took billions more years...



  

                   

for the first life

to be created...



  

                   

in the primordial stew

of earth's atmosphere.



  

                   

Life slowly evolved.



  

                   

One-celled organisms

learned to reproduce...



  

                   

and became more complex.



  

                   

At first

clinging to the ocean floor...



  

                   

then developing locomotion

and sight.



  

                   

Hundreds of millions

of years ago...



  

                   

our primitive ancestors

crawled up on the shore.



  

                   

Amphibians

gave way to reptiles...



  

                   

who ruled the earth

for millions of years.



  

                   

Then came warm-blooded mammals.



  

                   

Man evolved

in the last few million years.



  

                   

It took

tens of thousands of years...



  

                   

for civilization as we know it

to reach the modern era.



  

                   

And it took thirty years...



  

                   

for Harry Washello

to find the right girl.



  

                   

You guys better

brush your teeth...



  

                   

or that could be you

in ten thousand years.



  

                   

You guys want to put

a dollar in here?



  

                   

OK. Here you go.

One for each of us.



  

                   

Just take it and put it

in the kitty's nice little... ow!



  

                   

...from the ice.



  

                   

They cut off a piece of it...



  

                   

and they thawed it out,

cooked it up, and they ate it.



  

                   

Yeah, I know. They made

this frozen woolly mammoth stew.



  

                   

This is my field trip,

young man.



  

                   

That's five even. Yeah?



  

                   

I don't need a bag. Thank you.



  

                   

My one in a million girl,

and I let her slip away.



  

                   

I felt so bad I could've

jumped into the Tar Pits.



  

                   

I thought

I'd never see her again.



  

                   

Fate is a funny thing.



  

                   

We must've been meant

to be together, Julie and I.



  

                   

They're so cramped.



  

                   

I can't eat these guys.



  

                   

I guess we're going to have

to take all of them, but to go.



  

                   

I'd like you to fly them back

to Maine and set them free, OK?



  

                   

- How much would that cost?

- Twelve hundred bucks.



  

                   

Twelve hundred dollars?



  

                   

I think I've always been

a romantic kind of guy.



  

                   

I just never had someone

to be romantic with before.



  

                   

It was just like

it's supposed to be.



  

                   

I mean, for me to find a girl

my age who actually knows...



  

                   

who Dicky Wells

and Vernon Brown were...



  

                   

there has to be

a cosmic plan of some sort.



  

                   

Tell me that they aren't bad.



  

                   

She's a very hip girl,

but a little old-fashioned.



  

                   

The way she brought

her grandfather Ivan...



  

                   

to see me play...



  

                   

like that trolley

we toured the Miracle Mile in...



  

                   

it's just a little out of time.



  

                   

I think it's time for a change.



  

                   

Maybe I should stop trying

to be the king...



  

                   

of the Glenn Miller

impersonators...



  

                   

take a teaching gig around here

at some junior high...



  

                   

see if there's a vacancy

in Julie's building.



  

                   

A lot of yuppies moving into

Park La Brea these days.



  

                   

I've been here

thirty-five years.



  

                   

Which building

do you guys live in?



  

                   

I live over there,

and, Julie, she lives...



  

                   

I live in another one.



  

                   

Oh, can I buy you kids

a tube steak?



  

                   

- Not for me.

- Well, yeah, sure.



  

                   

A little mustard

and some sauerkraut?



  

                   

- Got it.

- Great.



  

                   

Too bad you have to leave town.



  

                   

Ohh, it's too bad

you have to work tonight.



  

                   

Only until midnight.



  

                   

Well, I'm game.

Do you like to dance?



  

                   

No. I love to dance.



  

                   

Don't be embarrassed, hon.

Give me an intro.



  

                   

Harry Washello.



  

                   

Lucy Peters,

Julie's grandmother.



  

                   

- You play slide trombone?

- Yes, ma'am.



  

                   

I told Harry all about

your health food casserole.



  

                   

Why don't you go on

and heat it up...



  

                   

upstairs,

and we'll meet you up there?



  

                   

Well, honey.



  

                   

Julie, what about

the old tube steaks?



  

                   

Grandma.



  

                   

I'm sorry.



  

                   

Hey, what's the story?



  

                   

They haven't spoken

to each other in fifteen years.



  

                   

They still love each other

as much as anyone ever did.



  

                   

It must've been

a hell of a fight, huh?



  

                   

They can't even remember

what it's about.



   

                   

Stupid pride!



   

                   

It breaks my heart.



   

                   

We better go check him out.



   

                   

Well, time to sling hash.



   

                   

Well, why don't I come in,

sit down, guzzle some coffee?



   

                   

And watch me work? No way.



   

                   

- Come on.

- No.



   

                   

No.

You go back to your hotel...



   

                   

you clean your spit valve,

and take a nap...



   

                   

because you're going to need

all your energy tonight.



   

                   

I think I'm gonna head back

and take a nap.



   

                   

OK.   :  .



   

                   

Third date, Harry, I'm going

to screw your eyes blue.



   

                   

Yep. Just your basic

old-fashioned girl.



   

                   

Julie Washello.



   

                   

Julie, Julie, Julie.



   

                   

Nothing?



   

                   

 :  .



   

                   

Finally meet the right girl,

and you blow it.



   

                   

Real good, Harry. Shit.



   

                   

I'm only

three and a half hours late.



   

                   

That shouldn't be a problem.



   

                   

Robot demons!



   

                   

You can backstroke

in a vat of dragon piss...



   

                   

for all I care about it, ma'am.



   

                   

Not me. Not spongy.



   

                   

This used to be

Romeo's Time Square.



   

                   

You into barbecue? I own

a little place down on Crenshaw.



   

                   

Best barbecued ribs in town.



   

                   

Julie here?



   

                   

I've eaten my way

up and down Crenshaw.



   

                   

Mel's Rib Hutch.



   

                   

Honey, Hogly Pogly's

Tyler Texas Barbecue...



   

                   

in Panorama City is tops.



   

                   

Panorama City?

Where the hell is that?



   

                   

Morning, Harry.

You just missed her.



   

                   

My alarm didn't go off.



   

                   

The power went out in the hotel.



   

                   

Really.



   

                   

- So, was she upset?

- Wouldn't you be?



   

                   

Yeah. Listen,

you got her phone number?



   

                   

It's in the book.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

It's under Lucy Peters...



   

                   

but I wouldn't wake her

right now if I were you.



   

                   

Are you eating something?



   

                   

Yeah. I'll have that gyro

and eggs and some coffee.



   

                   

I had the nastiest dream

about her the other night.



   

                   

- Oh, yeah? What's she do?

- Almost everything.



   

                   

I meant for a living, Harlan.



   

                   

I don't know. She's some kind

of stockbroker broad.



   

                   

Shh. Here she comes.



   

                   

- Morning.

- Good morning, Fred.



   

                   

Here's your coffee.



   

                   

She's got old Fred wrapped

around her finger, don't she?



   

                   

Shut up, will you, Harlan?

Jesus.



   

                   

You've reached

the Peters household.



   

                   

Please leave a message

at the sound of the beep.



   

                   

Julie, it's Harry.

Are you there?



   

                   

Listen,

I'm really sorry about this...



   

                   

but it's not

what you might think.



   

                   

My alarm didn't go off.

It's the truth.



   

                   

The power went out in the hotel,

and I just slept right through.



   

                   

So, well, it's  :  

here at Johnie's, and...



   

                   

listen, if you want

to come on down...



   

                   

and we'll go out for

a little champagne breakfast...



   

                   

or something,

it would be great.



   

                   

Otherwise, I guess

I'll call you tomorrow...



   

                   

and, listen, I'm really,

really sorry about this.



   

                   

Good night.



   

                   

Dad, it's me, Chip. How come

the phone was busy just now?



   

                   

Jesus. Look.

I had to wake you, and...



   

                   

it's... it's happening!

I can't believe it...



   

                   

but we're locked into it.

Fifty minutes and counting.



   

                   

Christ, I just can't take it!

I can't fucking take it!



   

                   

I'm sorry, dad.

I shouldn't swear.



   

                   

I'm sorry, but this is it.



   

                   

This is really it!

This is the big one!



   

                   

Thor Arthur    ZZD.



   

                   

I told you what would happen

if it ever came down.



   

                   

Well, it is! We don't know why!

Why would we, huh?



   

                   

It's for real, dad!

It's no drill!



   

                   

We shoot our wad

in fifty minutes.



   

                   

They're going to

pick us up in five or ten...



   

                   

and you could get it back

in an hour and ten.



   

                   

Maybe seventy-five minutes!



   

                   

What exactly

are you talking about?



   

                   

I'm talking about

nuclear fucking war.



   

                   

Who is this?



   

                   

Where's my dad? Go get my dad!



   

                   

Your dad?

Look, there's nobody here.



   

                   

Where's he supposed to be?



   

                   

How the hell would I know?



   

                   

You're in Orange County.

I'm in North Dakota.



   

                   

Is this some kind of prank

or something?



   

                   

Prank? Prank? Oh, God!

Is this    -    ?



   

                   

Yeah, it is, but, listen,

it's just a phone booth.



   

                   

It's a phone booth

at a coffee shop.



   

                   

Oh, is this    ? Did I dial    ?

Shit!



   

                   

I think they heard me. Shit!



   

                   

Oh, man, they see me

on the monitor. Fuck!



   

                   

I patched into

the red line excom to do this.



   

                   

They're going to nail my ass.

Tell dad...



   

                   

just tell him that

I am sorry about that summer.



   

                   

OK? He'll know what I mean.



   

                   

All right, all right,

look, that's enough.



   

                   

This is a joke, right?



   

                   

Yes, sir. No, sir. I was just

checking the circuits, sir.



   

                   

Wait. Wait!



   

                   

Security. Should I trace?



   

                   

Listen,

it's probably a felony...



   

                   

to joke around on the phone

like this.



   

                   

- Who are you?

- Who am I?



   

                   

Listen, I'm just a guy

who picked up the phone.



   

                   

I don't know if this is a wrong

phone number or a joke or what.



   

                   

What happened to Chip?

He was just joking, right?



   

                   

Forget everything you just

heard and go back to sleep.



   

                   

Oh, shit.



   

                   

The special's getting cold.

Put it back under the light.



   

                   

Hey, Landa, if I told you

you had a beautiful body...



   

                   

would you hold it against me?



   

                   

Will you grow up, Harlan?



   

                   

This is the Golden State,

this is the Ventura...



   

                   

this is the    ...



   

                   

and this is Hogly Pogly's

Tyler Texas Barbecue.



   

                   

But what is this, then...



   

                   

if this is the Golden State,

and this is the    ?



   

                   

I don't know. That's your

noodle. I didn't put that there.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

I just can't figure it out.



   

                   

OK, this is

the Harbor freeway...



   

                   

and this is the Santa Monica...



   

                   

and this is the    .



   

                   

- You know the     don't you?

- Oh, shit.



   

                   

- Thank God for that.

- Shit.



   

                   

Hey, Landa, didn't I see you

at the nude bowling alley...



   

                   

out in Puente Hills?



   

                   

Harlan, Harlan, Harlan.

That's mature, Harlan.



   

                   

What did she do,

slap you through the phone?



   

                   

I answered the phone

out there...



   

                   

Great.



   

                   

- Can I have this?

- Sure.



   

                   

This can't be true.



   

                   

It can't...



   

                   

It was.



   

                   

It is.



   

                   

Jesus Christ.



   

                   

He grabbed me by the hand.



   

                   

This is the Hollywood freeway.

This is the Ventura freeway.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Do you eat here a lot?



   

                   

Every night.



   

                   

I was just wondering

if you know...



   

                   

if anyone here

has a son named Chip?



   

                   

I had an uncle named Chet.



   

                   

Hey, I got a new joke for you.



   

                   

A new joke? Go ahead.



   

                   

Postman comes to the door, see?



   

                   

Broad opens the door.

She ain't got no clothes on.



   

                   

She takes him upstairs,

she fucks his brains out.



   

                   

Hey, hey, you guys?



   

                   

Excuse me.

I answered the phone out...



   

                   

- She takes him to the door...

- Excuse me!



   

                   

Hands him five dollars, see?



   

                   

Hey! Hey! You guys!



   

                   

Hey! Shut up!



   

                   

Look, this could be

very important.



   

                   

Does anyone here

have a son in a missile silo?



   

                   

- A missile silo?

- Yeah, North Dakota.



   

                   

Chip.



   

                   

Look, I know how this sounds...



   

                   

but I answered the phone

out there...



   

                   

and the guy on the other end,

he was very, very frantic.



   

                   

He thought I was his dad

for a minute.



   

                   

I think he just had

the wrong area code.



   

                   

Yeah? So what?



   

                   

So he was calling

from a missile silo.



   

                   

He said that

they were locked in...



   

                   

fifty minutes and counting...

to shoot off their nuclear wad.



   

                   

We would be getting it back

in an hour and ten.



   

                   

I mean,

he meant that we're at war.



   

                   

Nuclear war.



   

                   

Who the fuck is this bozo?



   

                   

I don't know, Harlan. This is

scaring the shit out of me.



   

                   

Yeah, you and me both.



   

                   

- What's your problem, man?

- It's the witching hour.



   

                   

All the weirdos come out

just before dawn.



   

                   

This is probably just

somebody's very sick joke.



   

                   

I thought so, too, at first,

but if you could've heard him...



   

                   

I mean, it was just too real

to be wrong.



   

                   

There's lots of good actors

in this town with insomnia...



   

                   

and nothing better to do

than stupid things like that.



   

                   

I saw him on the phone

out there.



   

                   

I don't know

what he said or heard...



   

                   

but I saw him on the phone.



   

                   

- Me, too!

- What a crock! Over what?



   

                   

Man, are you drunk?



   

                   

What's the matter with you?

What's wrong with you?



   

                   

Hey, there's nothing

wrong with me.



   

                   

That guy on the phone

might be wrong, but I'm not...



   

                   

and what I heard is right.



   

                   

Los Angeles.

Do you have today's code?



   

                   

Can you please tell me,

are we at forced readiness?



   

                   

Has that been confirmed?



   

                   

Why would we be at war?

There's no big crisis anywhere.



   

                   

Not that we know about.



   

                   

There's never going

to be a good enough reason why.



   

                   

We would never attack.



   

                   

If it was the fucking Russkies,

I might believe it, but not us.



   

                   

And Thato, too?



   

                   

When did they leave?



   

                   

- Landa.

- Thank you.



   

                   

Landa, you said

we had to strike first...



   

                   

if it ever came down to it.



   

                   

Remember, you told me that?

Do you remember?



   

                   

I remember, Fred.



   

                   

- Preemptive first strike!

- Shit!



   

                   

They have to evacuate us first,

don't they?



   

                   

You tell me where to?

And when was the last time...



   

                   

they told you what to do

in case? There's no plans.



   

                   

Earth to everybody!



   

                   

Let's all get back

to reality here.



   

                   

It's  :   in the a.m. Really!

More java, please.



   

                   

I hope this isn't happening.



   

                   

I used to have real awful

dreams about atom bombs.



   

                   

Come on! We forgot about it!



   

                   

It doesn't mean

it's not gonna happen!



   

                   

Come on, Harlan,

we build three warheads a week!



   

                   

Is the senator in?



   

                   

Oh, really?



   

                   

No. It can't be!



   

                   

OK! I'm very serious

about this shit!



   

                   

Now you tell me now!

You're joking, huh?



   

                   

Come on, man.



   

                   

Leave him alone, Fred.

He's just drunk.



   

                   

Shut the fuck up! Shut up!



   

                   

If you are, you tell me now.



   

                   

Why in hell would I

make up this story, huh?



   

                   

Look, if you want me

to say so, I will, but...



   

                   

- But what?

- Fred, Fred, put the gun away!



   

                   

But what?



   

                   

It's true.



   

                   

I ain't takin' no chances.



   

                   

Joe, get the truck!



   

                   

Jeez Louise, I never seen him

riled up like that before.



   

                   

Come here. Come here.



   

                   

What's your name?



   

                   

- Harry.

- Harry.



   

                   

Can you repeat the conversation

to me, please...



   

                   

verbatim, if you can?



   

                   

- Um, yeah, OK.

- Come on!



   

                   

Nobody believes this, do they?



   

                   

I mean, if I said it,

nobody would.



   

                   

Will you shut up?

Just let him talk.



   

                   

Go ahead.



   

                   

OK, well, I answered the phone

because it was ringing.



   

                   

And the guy,

he just started yelling...



   

                   

"Dad! Dad! It's happening!



   

                   

"The big one. We're locked in.



   

                   

"Thor Arthur    DDZ."



   

                   

Wait a minute.



   

                   

Say that last part again.



   

                   

It's Thor Arthur    DDZ.



   

                   

And then he started going,

"Oh, my God!



   

                   

"We shoot off our wad

in fifty minutes.



   

                   

"You're going to be getting it

back in an hour and ten."



   

                   

Then I said something...



   

                   

and he realized

that I wasn't his dad.



   

                   

And so I asked him

if it was a prank.



   

                   

And he went,

"A prank? Oh, God, a prank."



   

                   

He was just trying to call

his dad in Orange County.



   

                   

And then, uh...



   

                   

and then he said,

"They see me on the monitor."



   

                   

And then someone came in...



   

                   

and he started going,

"Yes, sir. No, sir."



   

                   

Then they shot him.



   

                   

No. No. I heard gunshots.



   

                   

And then someone else

got on the line.



   

                   

And I said,

"Hey, is this a joke?"



   

                   

And all he said was...



   

                   

"Forget everything

you just heard...



   

                   

"and go back to sleep."



   

                   

I knew they'd do some

stupid shit like this one day!



   

                   

They ain't gonna catch me

with my pants down!



   

                   

Heck, I'm going up

to the San Gabriel mountains!



   

                   

Mine shaft! Anybody that helps

can come, but bring cans!



   

                   

Bring lots of cans!



   

                   

I'm coming with you, Freddie!



   

                   

That Thor Arthur stuff,

that meant something to you.



   

                   

I know it did!

Is that the code for it?



   

                   

It's possible.



   

                   

How the hell

would you know, lady?



   

                   

Because I used to date a guy...



   

                   

who worked

at the Rand Corporation.



   

                   

I've just been trying to reach

a few of our friends...



   

                   

who could tell me

if the unthinkable...



   

                   

was being thought about in D.C.



   

                   

At this very moment,

  out of   are in transit...



   

                   

to the extreme

southern hemisphere.



   

                   

I find that

more than just very curious.



   

                   

So what do we do?



   

                   

We have less than

forty-six minutes till we know.



   

                   

And then everyone will.



   

                   

I'd like a head start.

The streets will be jammed.



   

                   

I'm ready

to make a commitment...



   

                   

to getting to the airport

as fast as possible...



   

                   

and finding out from there.

Step on a plane, at least.



   

                   

- Come on.

- This is fuckin' crazy!



   

                   

Come on, buddy! I'm going.



   

                   

How far do you have to go

to get away from an atom bomb?



   

                   

There won't be any atom bomb,

just missiles.



   

                   

A dozen for L.A., I bet.



   

                   

Make a mental note... line up

heliport shuttle to L.A.X.



   

                   

Hey, hey, hey! Wait a second!



   

                   

Where does Julie live?



   

                   

Park La Brea.

It's just over there.



   

                   

I know, I know,

but which building?



   

                   

It's building    .

Let me go!



   

                   

   .



   

                   

Roger! You coming with us?



   

                   

Suit yourself.



   

                   

Where do we go where

the radiation won't get us?



   

                   

What about Mexico or Hawaii?

Let's go to Hawaii.



   

                   

No tropics.



   

                   

Ocean, clouds, rain, forget it.

It's got to be a desert, right?



   

                   

Like the Sahara or the Gobi.

Fuck the Gobi.



   

                   

We're going to Antarctica

if it's true.



   

                   

Wait a minute!



   

                   

There's a valley there

with zero rainfall.



   

                   

Plenty of fresh water

in the snow...



   

                   

for generations, if need be.



   

                   

Is that the North Pole

or the South Pole?



   

                   

Landa says we have

to go to the airport.



   

                   

Shit, man.



   

                   

Mike, I want you and Susie

to make a list for me...



   

                   

people who we want

to bring along...



   

                   

scientists, leaders,

great minds.



   

                   

I want it in five minutes, OK?



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

Los Angeles.

Number for Ivan Peters.



   

                   

Mr. Sagan

will want to be informed.



   

                   

Fred, let's go!



   

                   

I told you we need cans!

Lots of cans!



   

                   

Hey, only if we get somewhere!

Come on!



   

                   

Thank you very much.



   

                   

Hey, someone stole my car.

You got to give me a ride.



   

                   

Yeah, I guess so.



   

                   

Listen, we got to go

get Julie first, OK?



   

                   

- Before the airport!

- Yeah, hop on!



   

                   

Hey! Wait up!



   

                   

Come on! We got you!



   

                   

It's the LSA charter lines.



   

                   

The head is

Charles Morton Samuel.



   

                   

Wake him up. Any price.



   

                   

No amount is absurd, right?

Go for it.



   

                   

- What about Pat Riley?

- Pat Riley? Come on.



   

                   

She said leaders.

My cousin knows him.



   

                   

Just write down what I say, OK?



   

                   

- We're talking mensa.

- Mensa.



   

                   

That's not a person.

That's an organization.



   

                   

People like Linus Pauling.

Write this down.



   

                   

You must know some pilots?

Any charter lines?



   

                   

Well, actually,

it's my sister's outfit.



   

                   

Jane and Tom, Harry Belafonte.



   

                   

Ah, what about Joyce Brothers?

She's really smart.



   

                   

Fuck Joyce Brothers!



   

                   

Tell Archie to break into

that ski shop in Culver City.



   

                   

Tell him to get

all the down clothing he can.



   

                   

Down, down. Yeah, like a duck.



   

                   

The super warm stuff, you know?

All he can get.



   

                   

Is anyone here a Christian?



   

                   

You know, like a hard-core one?



   

                   

Danny Berrigan and his brother.



   

                   

Yeah, Bobby Seale, Dick Gregory.



   

                   

You got these people's

phone numbers?



   

                   

Terry, did you get

a hold of him yet?



   

                   

No, get this lined up first.



   

                   

Don't waste time

if there's no point, get it?



   

                   

Stay calm. Optimum efficiency.



   

                   

Oprah Winfrey!



   

                   

This isn't right.



   

                   

We should be at Park La Brea.



   

                   

- What?

- We got to get Julie.



   

                   

- Who's Julie?

- Who are you?



   

                   

Well, who are you?



   

                   

Hey, where are we going?



   

                   

- The airport.

- The airport?



   

                   

Listen, you said

you were gonna go get Julie!



   

                   

- I lied.

- You lied?



   

                   

I wanted to secure

the heliport...



   

                   

for a rendezvous

to the airport...



   

                   

ready to leave

no later than   to  :  .



   

                   

Where's this rendezvous?

Which heliport?



   

                   

     Wilshire. Sorry, Harry.

There's no turning back now.



   

                   

OK, look,

you got to stop and let me off.



   

                   

No way, man. No chance.



   

                   

Every minute counts,

and I don't stop for nothing.



   

                   

Come on!

I got to go back and get Julie.



   

                   

That's tough shit, man.

I love her, too...



   

                   

but it's dog eat dog now.



   

                   

Call her when you get there.



   

                   

Look, stop the truck!



   

                   

- Fuck you.

- Harry!



   

                   

Let me go! Stop the truck!



   

                   

Mr. Sagan,

can you hold, please?



   

                   

You want to jump?

Jump when I make that on-ramp!



   

                   

Yeah. Like when

you blow a tire at eighty...



   

                   

and you're heading

for the wall...



   

                   

and you don't have time

to say anything but whoops.



   

                   

Mr. Sagan.



   

                   

Yes, I understand.

I do apologize...



   

                   

but what I'm about to tell you

is something quite horrific.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

I'm dreaming.



   

                   

That's it, I'm dreaming.



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

Hey! Stop!



   

                   

Hey, look.

Don't hurt me, man, OK?



   

                   

Look, just look in the trunk...



   

                   

and get you

a stereo or speakers, man.



   

                   

I got Nakamichi, Pioneer...

I got everything, man.



   

                   

- Just help yourself, all right?

- Would you just shut up?



   

                   

I'll say it was

a Mexican family, OK?



   

                   

- I ain't even seen your face!

- Shut up! Shut up!



   

                   

- Just go back the on-ramp.

- OK, whatever you say, man.



   

                   

Just drive as fast as you can

and keep going.



   

                   

Don't stop at any light

unless I say so.



   

                   

This is as fast as it goes!



   

                   

This is the wrong way!



   

                   

You're not going to hurt me,

are you?



   

                   

Look, I've never hurt anybody

in my entire life...



   

                   

but I'm gonna use this

if I have to.



   

                   

What's your name?



   

                   

It's Wilson.



   

                   

Wilson? Well, I'm Harry.



   

                   

What's the hurry, Harry?



   

                   

I got to catch a plane.



   

                   

The airport's

back that way, man.



   

                   

I know! I forgot something.



   

                   

OK, man, I believe you.

I do. I swear.



   

                   

Whatever you say. Just be cool.

Just be cool, man.



   

                   

If it doesn't happen...



   

                   

I'll pay you for any kind of

damage to your car or anything.



   

                   

If it doesn't happen.



   

                   

If what doesn't happen, man?



   

                   

Do you know

where Park La Brea is?



   

                   

You got enough gas to get there

and back to the airport?



   

                   

Not even close. I barely had

enough to get back to Venice.



   

                   

What, man?

If what doesn't happen? What?



   

                   

Pull into this gas station.



   

                   

That's for cabs.

They won't give us none.



   

                   

Give me the key.

I got to make a phone call.



   

                   

OK, listen, here.



   

                   

Here's twenty dollars.



   

                   

Now, just get enough gas

to get up there and back, OK?



   

                   

Yeah, sure. No sweat.



   

                   

Look, you stick with me...



   

                   

you're gonna be

one of the lucky ones.



   

                   

- Hello, Ivan?

- What the hell time is it?



   

                   

It's late. It's very late.



   

                   

Listen, I'm sorry

to call you this late.



   

                   

It's Harry Washello...



   

                   

and I have to tell you

something very, very important.



   

                   

It's gonna sound crazy,

but we got to wake up Julie...



   

                   

right now and get down

to the      building.



   

                   

Hey, boy, what you doing?



   

                   

You trying to steal

some gas here?



   

                   

Hell, no, I ain't tryin'

to steal nothin', man.



   

                   

Harry, that's awfully hard

to fathom at this time of night.



   

                   

I know, I know.



   

                   

It's impossible to believe,

but you got to do this.



   

                   

You're only a couple blocks

away from them.



   

                   

Just wake them up

and wait for me out front.



   

                   

I'll be by there

in five minutes.



   

                   

I'll give you twenty dollars

for some gas.



   

                   

He said he'll give you

fifty dollars...



   

                   

plus this twenty

if you give us some gas.



   

                   

Don't shoot me,

all right, brother?



   

                   

I got car stereos... I got

Pioneer, I got Nakamichi...



   

                   

I got Sony, I got everything.



   

                   

I got a Blaupunkt

that's never been used.



   

                   

Maybe you want a CD, man.

You name it, I'll get it.



   

                   

This guy's crazy. Just let us

get a little bit of gas...



   

                   

and we'll be out of here.

We'll be gone.



   

                   

What's the problem?



   

                   

You want some gasoline? It's

gonna cost you fifty dollars.



   

                   

Cash money.

No credit cards, man.



   

                   

OK, there you go,

there's fifty dollars.



   

                   

If you could just

start pumping, please...



   

                   

we're in a real big hurry.



   

                   

I don't pump gas, man.



   

                   

You're gonna have

to pump that yourself.



   

                   

Y'all got the guns, man.



   

                   

OK, Julie, come on.



   

                   

You've reached

the Peters household.



   

                   

Please leave a message

at the sound of the beep.



   

                   

Holy mother of God, man.



   

                   

I'm gonna do five years

for this fuckin' gun.



   

                   

They'll give me ten years

for what's in my trunk.



   

                   

Don't do nothing rash, man.



   

                   

Drop your weapon, now!



   

                   

You! Get down on the ground!



   

                   

Now! Now!



   

                   

Spread your arms and legs!



   

                   

- Spread 'em!

- Spread 'em!



   

                   

I work here. He's been

trying to rob me all week.



   

                   

Bullshit! He's lying, officer.

You know you're lying, fool.



   

                   

He's lying, officer.



   

                   

I can prove it.

I got plenty of identification.



   

                   

It's that guy's car.



   

                   

Officer, I can explain.



   

                   

Look in his trunk. He's got all

kinds of stolen stuff in there.



   

                   

Keep your mouth shut!



   

                   

Halt!



   

                   

Carol!

Get away from the pumps, Carol!



   

                   

Move away from the pumps!



   

                   

Get in!



   

                   

I had to do that

back there, man!



   

                   

I had to, you understand, huh?



   

                   

I had stolen stuff in my trunk.



   

                   

I had tickets,

I had warrants, man.



   

                   

I had to squirt them,

but they didn't have to shoot!



   

                   

Explosion and/or related fire

reported on Pico.



   

                   

Push the red button twice.



   

                   

Hello. What are the latest

on the evacuation plans?



   

                   

Please identify yourself.



   

                   

This is Mr. Peters...



   

                   

with the, uh, Atomic Energy

Commission.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

We have a Code Arthur situation.

Haven't you been informed?



   

                   

We have nothing at all

at the headquarters, sir.



   

                   

What's the source

of your information?



   

                   

They don't even know yet.



   

                   

Could you give us

your present location?



   

                   

Is that what it is? A meltdown?



   

                   

Yeah, man, yeah. Yeah, it is.



   

                   

You work at the plant, man?

Is that how you know, huh?



   

                   

Oh, man, my sister

goes to those rallies.



   

                   

She'll be blown out...

I mean, really blown out.



   

                   

When's the cloud come?



   

                   

Within the hour.



   

                   

What do we do?



   

                   

Look, the streets

are gonna be completely jammed.



   

                   

There's a helicopter rendezvous

down here at Wilshire...



   

                   

that'll shuttle to the airport.



   

                   

Listen, just wait here.



   

                   

I have to go up

and get some people.



   

                   

It'll just take a minute.



   

                   

Where's the heliport?

Is it that mutual building?



   

                   

I got to get

my sister Charlotta, man.



   

                   

She can come with us,

can't she?



   

                   

I got to get her, man.

I got to get her.



   

                   

Honk the horn in four minutes,

OK? Four minutes.



   

                   

I got to get her, man.



   

                   

C-  .



   

                   

Aw, shit.



   

                   

Ivan?



   

                   

Julie?



   

                   

Anybody here?



   

                   

Mrs. Peters?



   

                   

Mrs. Peters,

it's Harry Washello.



   

                   

You met me this afternoon.



   

                   

Oh, why, you're

the fine swing man, Harry.



   

                   

Yes, ma'am, that's right.

Where's Julie?



   

                   

Well, she's dead to the world.

You better come back tomorrow.



   

                   

- No, we've got to wake her up.

- Wait a minute.



   

                   

You just tell me

what the hell's going on.



   

                   

Mrs. Peters,

in a half an hour...



   

                   

there's gonna be

a full-on nuclear attack.



   

                   

The missiles

are on their way now.



   

                   

L.A.'s gonna be a desert again

very soon.



   

                   

- Why?

- I don't know why.



   

                   

Listen, grab anything

you want to take.



   

                   

We're going to the Mutual

Benefit Life building...



   

                   

on Wilshire.



   

                   

There's a helicopter there

that'll take us to the airport.



   

                   

God.



   

                   

I feel like Prince... somebody.



   

                   

Let's go! Let's get

out of here, man! Come on!



   

                   

Hold on! I'll be right there!



   

                   

Sorry, man, I got to go.



   

                   

Wait!



   

                   

Julie, wake up.



   

                   

Damn it! Pick up the phone!



   

                   

Do you have a car, Mrs. Peters?



   

                   

There's one down in the garage.

I haven't driven it for years.



   

                   

I don't even know

where the keys are.



   

                   

How long do we have?



   

                   

About    to    minutes

before the chopper leaves.



   

                   

Does she always sleep

this deep?



   

                   

She took a valium.



   

                   

Oh, you could give her

one of these diet pills...



   

                   

kind of speed it up.



   

                   

It'll make her sick,

but it'll wake her up.



   

                   

I think

I'll just let her sleep.



   

                   

I don't want her to know

until she has to.



   

                   

Lucy, can you jog along with us?



   

                   

Well, I'm elderly.

I'm not decrepit.



   

                   

Lucy?



   

                   

Ivan?



   

                   

Aw, darling.



   

                   

I think we better get going.



   

                   

No, no. We'll get the car

and catch up with you.



   

                   

     Wilshire.



   

                   

What am I doing in this cart?



   

                   

Did I sleep all day...



   

                   

or is it the next night?



   

                   

You didn't show.



   

                   

The power went out in the hotel.

The alarm didn't work.



   

                   

OK, could've happened.

You could've called.



   

                   

I tried. It was too late.



   

                   

Hey, you know, this thing

is kind of cutting into my leg.



   

                   

Maybe you could just,

like, get me out of this.



   

                   

OK, OK, OK.

Put your arm around my neck.



   

                   

Here... here we go.



   

                   

All right. OK, good.



   

                   

- You OK?

- Yeah, but my leg's asleep.



   

                   

- OK, come on.

- Wake up. Come on.



   

                   

You'll be OK. Come on, let's go.



   

                   

I know where we're going.



   

                   

You do?



   

                   

It's one of those

balloon rides, right?



   

                   

Champagne brunch, wafting out

over L.A. at sunrise.



   

                   

Sounds like something you'd

cook up, am I right? Huh?



   

                   

Yeah, maybe.



   

                   

With your luck,

it won't have any air in it.



   

                   

You're probably right

about that.



   

                   

Wait here.



   

                   

She doesn't know yet,

and I don't think she should...



   

                   

so let's just leave the car,

and we'll go up to the heliport.



   

                   

It's right across the street.



   

                   

No.

We're not going with you, Harry.



   

                   

We want to savor our time

together if this is happening.



   

                   

We're going to go to Lucy's

favorite place, Cantor's...



   

                   

and I'm gonna have

the greasiest, fattest...



   

                   

triple-bypass pastrami sandwich

they got.



   

                   

Well, I'm going

to let him eat it.



   

                   

This is so great.



   

                   

This is so completely great!



   

                   

I don't believe this.



   

                   

We just want to say

good-bye, honey.



   

                   

We love you.



   

                   

You, too, Harry.



   

                   

Well, wait. Wait, wait.

Where are you going?



   

                   

- We got a lot to talk about.

- Lots of catching up to do.



   

                   

You kids take care now.



   

                   

- Ease off on the gas, Lucy.

- Oh, criminy!



   

                   

For crying out loud, Lucy,

ease up!



   

                   

Well, no, no, no.

I want... I want to go! Wait!



   

                   

It's all right. They're

going to be fine. Come on.



   

                   

How did they ever get together?



   

                   

Tell me what's going on.



   

                   

- Well...

- Come on.



   

                   

It's a secret.



   

                   

I want to spend some time

with them, Harry.



   

                   

I want to talk with them.

What's the hurry?



   

                   

I'll tell you

when we get up to the top, OK?



   

                   

Where's the sable?



   

                   

I don't know where the sable is!



   

                   

Where are the hollow points?



   

                   

You were supposed to bring

the hollow points!



   

                   

Oh, God, just forget it.

Come on!



   

                   

I mean,

I don't want to be rude...



   

                   

and ruin this romantic surprise

you've got going...



   

                   

but, you know, I'd really

rather go down to Cantor's...



   

                   

and have breakfast

with them, OK?



   

                   

I mean, you know, no offense...



   

                   

but we can go up in a balloon

any old morning, right?



   

                   

Can't we?



   

                   

Harry,

what happened to your face?



   

                   

- Oh, I just slipped and fell.

- It looks bad.



   

                   

It's nothing.

I broke my glasses.



   

                   

It looks... let's just go have

pancakes at Cantor's, Harry.



   

                   

- Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

- Hold the elevator!



   

                   

Damn it! What time is it?



   

                   

And they swore they'd never

talk to each other...



   

                   

till the day they died.



   

                   

Gosh, I used to try

to get them back together...



   

                   

but they always saw it coming

a mile away.



   

                   

They thought the other one

put me up to it.



   

                   

Jesus.



   

                   

When I was a kid...



   

                   

and I'd come out

from Boulder on vacation...



   

                   

he'd always take me to, like,

the Movieland Wax Museum...



   

                   

or some touristy place.



   

                   

And then, the next day,

I'd be with her...



   

                   

and she'd take me

to the exact same place.



   

                   

I'd have to pretend

that I'd never been there.



   

                   

It was so silly, so sad.



   

                   

We're going to make it. We are.



   

                   

The oxygen. Where's that thing?



   

                   

- Hey, y'all ready to go?

- You the pilot?



   

                   

- Pilot?

- Isn't there a pilot here?



   

                   

Not yet.

The clock's ticking, too.



   

                   

The first plane out

leaves in ten minutes.



   

                   

Here. Hold this.



   

                   

You guys friends of Landa's?



   

                   

You gotta take a helicopter

to get to the balloon?



   

                   

What balloon?



   

                   

Are you the helicopter pilot?



   

                   

No. I'm Gerstead. I don't know

if the guy will show.



   

                   

I think this is all

horse shit, anyhow.



   

                   

I ain't heard nothing

to verify it.



   

                   

You a friend of Landa's?



   

                   

Landa,

the lady with the mobile phone?



   

                   

Exactly. Right, the woman

with the mobile phone...



   

                   

sticking

out of her fucking ear!



   

                   

Listen, is this helicopter

all ready to fly?



   

                   

Yeah. If you can fly it. I've

put out over   grand so far...



   

                   

lining up things

for that bitch...



   

                   

and she better cough up

the reimbursement, too.



   

                   

It's gonna be one high-priced

yacht, let me tell you.



   

                   

- So it's all set?

- It's gassed and ready.



   

                   

I paid off the guard

to go home...



   

                   

which is where I'm gonna be

in another twenty minutes.



   

                   

That's the deal.

I'm out of here.



   

                   

- All right, give me the money.

- No.



   

                   

Where can I find a pilot?



   

                   

How? It's after  :  .



   

                   

All the helicopter pilot bars

are closed...



   

                   

along with everything else.



   

                   

I checked off every name on

the shuttle's certified list.



   

                   

Some 'Nam jock is driving in

from Malibu for two Gs.



   

                   

He's on his way. The rest...

pissed off, no dice...



   

                   

the machine, there's no answer.



   

                   

What do you expect

this time of the morning?



   

                   

The only reason I'm still here

is that cunt...



   

                   

promised me three grand

to do all this shit.



   

                   

I brought up all the goddamn

chips from her office...



   

                   

all the files... hey!



   

                   

I want you guys to be witness

that I did everything she asked.



   

                   

All right, listen, I need you

to stay here and keep calling.



   

                   

Call for helicopter pilots,

all right?



   

                   

Call their neighbors

if you have to.



   

                   

Just don't give up, all right?



   

                   

It's happening, pal.



   

                   

I'm the one who took

the phone call. I told Landa.



   

                   

Harry, I'm very confused about

what's going on here.



   

                   

Julie, now stay here.



   

                   

Now, if I'm not back and

the pilot comes, go without me.



   

                   

Go without you, Harry? I don't

want to go anywhere at all.



   

                   

Julie!

Give me five minutes, OK?



   

                   

Trust me with this.



   

                   

With what?



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

Oh, thank God.



   

                   

- Come on, come on, hurry.

- Come on.



   

                   

- Help me out here, will you?

- I am, I am. Just load.



   

                   

How many are going

first shuttle?



   

                   

Going where?



   

                   

- The South Pole.

- The South Pole?



   

                   

Vitamins...

where are the vitamins?



   

                   

Landa wanted

lots and lots of vitamins.



   

                   

- Penicillin, too.

- What's going on here?



   

                   

Condoms!

We won't be needing these.



   

                   

We've got to repopulate

a whole planet.



   

                   

You could repopulate

a whole planet.



   

                   

How many warheads

are pegged for L.A.?



   

                   

Warheads?

What do you mean, warheads?



   

                   

L.A. Basin

is a total overkill sector.



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Here. Here.



   

                   

Take it... supplies.



   

                   

Listen! Hey!



   

                   

Hey, do you know

anybody who can fly...



   

                   

Fuck you!



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

People who know people...

friends, neighbors, anything.



   

                   

Can I see your membership card?



   

                   

Listen, excuse me...



   

                   

do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Any helicopter pilots?



   

                   

Hey, hey, do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Helicopter pilots, huh?



   

                   

Excuse me. Do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Do you...



   

                   

Do you know

any helicopter pilots?



   

                   

Any... no.



   

                   

Excuse me. Anybody here

know any helicopter pilots?



   

                   

Anybody?



   

                   

Anybody here

know how to fly a helicopter?



   

                   

I said, does anybody here

know how to fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Oh, God, please don't shoot!



   

                   

Listen. It's an emergency.



   

                   

It's for a heart transplant.



   

                   

Can't anybody fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Hey! I can.



   

                   

You can fly a chopper?



   

                   

Bell jets, hughies.



   

                   

Pretty rusty.

It'd come back though.



   

                   

- I'll need bucks.

- Whatever you want, OK?



   

                   

But we got to go now. It's not

really for a transplant.



   

                   

All right? We'll all be dead

if we don't get out of here.



   

                   

It's a matter of minutes.



   

                   

What's the problem?



   

                   

It's a toxic fire... cyanide.



   

                   

The wind's starting to blow in

this direction.



   

                   

A lot of people are going

to die. We gotta go now.



   

                   

If shit like that's coming down,

I got to bring somebody, OK?



   

                   

Oh, look, man, there's no time.



   

                   

Then shoot me.



   

                   

All right. Go ahead. Go.



   

                   

Hurry!



   

                   

Leslie! Come on! We're going.



   

                   

What the hell's going on?



   

                   

Any problem?



   

                   

No. No, no, no.

There's no problem.



   

                   

Do you know any pilots?

Any helicopter pilots?



   

                   

Do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?



   

                   

Aw, shit. Listen.

I got to go get someone.



   

                   

You guys go

up to the heliport, OK?



   

                   

It's right there at the Mutual

Benefit Life building, OK?



   

                   

You for real?



   

                   

Don't leave without us.



   

                   

I'll be there.



   

                   

Hey! Hey, wait!



   

                   

Come back!



   

                   

Oh, shit!



   

                   

Suspect has crashed

into department store...



   

                   

Officer, are you all right?



   

                   

A hundred feet or more

inside the store.



   

                   

Julie,

we got to get out of here.



   

                   

- Waiting for back-up.

- Roger, N -  .



   

                   

SWAT team has been dispatched.



   

                   

The captain's order

is to clear the streets...



   

                   

I was... I was looking

for a pilot.



   

                   

It's OK.



   

                   

And they just smashed

through the window.



   

                   

Look! They're shot up!



   

                   

- Look!

- Oh, my God. Wilson.



   

                   

When's the cloud coming?



   

                   

It should be here by now,

you said.



   

                   

It's been an hour.



   

                   

Nobody knows nothing, man.



   

                   

What do you mean, a cloud?



   

                   

It's a meltdown.



   

                   

The streets will be jammed.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Who told you it was a meltdown?



   

                   

That guy.



   

                   

He was there.

He works at the plant.



   

                   

This is the Los Angeles

Police Department...



   

                   

Special Weapons Tactical unit.



   

                   

We have the building surrounded.



   

                   

Throw down your weapons

and give yourselves up.



   

                   

We're dying.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

Is this your blood or mine?



   

                   

I don't know.



   

                   

Help me.



   

                   

I got to catch up

with Charlotta.



   

                   

Do me, man.



   

                   

It ain't killing.

I'm gone anyway.



   

                   

Please!



   

                   

Come out now...



   

                   

with your hands in plain view

above your head.



   

                   

He said you told him

it was a meltdown.



   

                   

I did.



   

                   

I didn't think

he'd believe the truth.



   

                   

What is the truth, Harry?



   

                   

Where did you hear

we'd started a war?



   

                   

Those people at the helicopter

said Landa told them...



   

                   

and you told Landa?



   

                   

Oh, God! What have I done?



   

                   

You told everybody, Harry?



   

                   

They only heard from you?

You took the phone call?



   

                   

Fifty minutes and counting.



   

                   

It's been over an hour now.



   

                   

They must've called it off

somehow.



   

                   

Well, that's great news.



   

                   

This is your last warning,

cop killer!



   

                   

Do you know what they're

talking about, Harry? Do you?



   

                   

You and that kid

didn't shoot somebody, did you?



   

                   

They were blinded.



   

                   

They just pulled their own

trigger and blew themselves up.



   

                   

Well, we've got

to tell them something.



   

                   

We have to tell them something

before they start shooting.



   

                   

Uh, I'll go out there,

and I'll tell them...



   

                   

that we just...

we walked in on this.



   

                   

We were just bystanders.

We didn't...



   

                   

we didn't know

what was happening in here, OK?



   

                   

OK, Harry? It's going to be OK.



   

                   

And, hell, I'll write an article

about all this for Esquire.



   

                   

Somebody will probably

make a TV movie out of it.



   

                   

I'm just a bystander!



   

                   

Don't shoot!



   

                   

Coming out!



   

                   

Abort all activities

and return to precinct.



   

                   

It's just me!



   

                   

I'm just walking out slowly.



   

                   

I'm just walking right out!



   

                   

Hey, where you going?



   

                   

What the hell's going on?



   

                   

Where are the police going?



   

                   

You said it would've happened

already by now if it was, right?



   

                   

This isn't rush hour.

People aren't going to work.



   

                   

Yeah, but I can still be

Chicken Little.



   

                   

Wait for me!



   

                   

Come on, we got to go.



    

                   

Slow down!



    

                   

   -   ...



    

                   

Hello, look, I'm sorry about

calling you this early.



    

                   

I just want to know...

do you have a son named Chip?



    

                   

Yeah. So?



    

                   

Did something happen?



    

                   

No, no. He's fine.



    

                   

I just want to know

if you know where he is.



    

                   

North Dakota. Why?



    

                   

In a missile silo?



    

                   

Hey, look, pal.

That's classified.



    

                   

Call back tomorrow.



    

                   

Hey, hey, wait a second!

Hey, hey!



    

                   

He wanted to say he was

sorry about... shit!



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

We've got to find a pilot.



    

                   

- I already found one.

- What?



    

                   

I hope he's still up there.



    

                   

I'm scared.



    

                   

So scared.



    

                   

Shit.



    

                   

Julie, listen to me.

Listen to me.



    

                   

I need you to go

back up to the heliport.



    

                   

Right now, OK?

I'll be right there.



    

                   

I don't want to go anywhere

without you.



    

                   

Hey, get the fuck out of here!



    

                   

Now listen, I just saw

the helicopter pilot...



    

                   

over there, OK? I got to go

catch him, all right?



    

                   

Go back up there. Take this.



    

                   

No, no, no.

There's no bullets.



    

                   

Just point it at anybody

if there's any trouble, OK?



    

                   

It's just not safe anymore.



    

                   

- I love you.

- What?



    

                   

I love you. I love you.



    

                   

I love you, too, OK?



    

                   

Just go and hurry, OK?



    

                   

Don't look back, all right?

Go on! Go on!



    

                   

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!



    

                   

Hold it!



    

                   

Hey, come on. Let's go.



    

                   

I'm sorry. I...



    

                   

Have they said anything?



    

                   

Have they confirmed it?



    

                   

...spreading like wildflowers...

wildfire.



    

                   

Unconfirmed rumors

of possible nuclear attack...



    

                   

have spread throughout...



    

                   

I think we're going

to a live feed now...



    

                   

from... from Brian Jones.



    

                   

Brian Jones down on the street.



    

                   

Brian, can you hear me?



    

                   

It's absolute madness!



    

                   

We're not people anymore.

It's like...



    

                   

It's total chaos!



    

                   

The fear... it's total!

It's absolute!



    

                   

My God! It's a B- !



    

                   

-   !

- Out of my way!



    

                   

Son of a bitch!



    

                   

Shit!



    

                   

Goddamn!



    

                   

That goddamn son of a bitch!



    

                   

I'll shoot your damn ass, boy!



    

                   

I'm going to shoot

your damn ass!



    

                   

Get back! Get back here!



    

                   

Son of a bitch! God damn it!



    

                   

God damn it! Get back here!



    

                   

Oh, God.



    

                   

All those chances, I mean...



    

                   

Hey, don't think about it.



    

                   

Oh, God.



    

                   

It's hell out there now,

isn't it?



    

                   

Just blot it out.



    

                   

If you weren't in here

with me...



    

                   

that would be hell.



    

                   

People are going

to help each other, won't they?



    

                   

I mean, rebuilding things.



    

                   

The survivors, I mean.



    

                   

I think it's the insects' turn.



    

                   

All your life, you think you

have time to do everything...



    

                   

and then it just...



    

                   

Is that it?



    

                   

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.



    

                   

I'm so scared.



    

                   

We won't feel a thing.



    

                   

And we'll be together,

won't we?



    

                   

And when it comes...



    

                   

wherever we are, I mean...



    

                   

even if our atoms are...



    

                   

I mean our spirits

will be together.



    

                   

- Yes.

- Right?



    

                   

There's no more words...



    

                   

except I love you.



    

                   

God!

I wish I had some window pane.



    

                   

And I ate the drugstore.



    

                   

Oh, Nellie,

them perks are a perkin'.



    

                   

And all that other stuff.

It all mixes in your tummy.



    

                   

Mama always said...



    

                   

I wasn't sure

I'd get off in time, but...



    

                   

Man, that better not have just

been the fucking earthquake.



    

                   

If I went and fried my brain

over an earthquake...



    

                   

Shit!



    

                   

Landa!



    

                   

You slut! Why didn't I listen?



    

                   

I could be out fucking penguins

with Jacques Cousteau.



    

                   

Baron Lafitte-Rothschild '  .



    

                   

Not any corkscrew in sight.



    

                   

Tastes like shit!



    

                   

Holy cock-sucking

mother of Christ!



    

                   

There's the first

son of a bitch right now!



    

                   

See what I see?



    

                   

Look at that baby go!



    

                   

It's going all the way

to Tia-fucking-juana!



    

                   

Run!



    

                   

Let's go!



    

                   

I said I'd be here.



    

                   

Can we make it?



    

                   

We'll make it.



    

                   

The E.M.P.

Blew out the controls.



    

                   

There's nowhere to go.



    

                   

No! I don't want this!



    

                   

I can't do this!



    

                   

You don't want to go out there.



    

                   

I don't want to die like this.



    

                   

I don't want this!



    

                   

There's nothing up there.



    

                   

I don't want this.



    

                   

I don't want it.



    

                   

They'll find us here someday.



    

                   

They'll put us in the museum.



    

                   

Maybe we'll get a direct hit.



    

                   

It will metamorphosize us.



    

                   

Superman,

he can take a lump of coal...



    

                   

and he'd squeeze it,

and it would make a diamond.



    

                   

Diamonds...



    

                   

you and me, Harry.



    

                   

You and me.



    

                   

Diamonds.









 

  

  

 
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