Back to the Future Part 3

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Springfield! Springfield!


Back To The Future Part III (1990)


Does it name me? Am I one of the 12?
Wait.
"This claim cannot be proven
since precise records were not kept...
"...after Tannen shot a newspaper editor...
"...who printed an unfavorable story
about him










http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1989-07-20/news/8902180926_1_plane-crash-final-terrifying-minutes

Chicago Tribune


Survivor: `It Really Hit You -an Utter Mess Of Bodies`

July 20, 1989 By Rogers Worthington, Chicago Tribune. Tribune reporters Jean Latz Griffin in Chicago and Jessica Seigel in Denver and Sioux City Journal reporter Harvey Sanford contributed to this report.

SIOUX CITY, IA. — Robert Manz walked dazed through smoke and fire into a cornfield, then turned around.

``We didn`t realize how bad the loss of life was until we walked to the open area, and that`s when it really hit you-an utter mess of bodies and debris,`` said Manz, of Tiffin, Ohio, one of the passengers who survived the crash of the crippled United Airlines DC-10 jetliner here.

Manz and others aboard the plane sat stunned at a dormitory at Briar Cliff College and talked about the final terrifying minutes of the flight and the destruction they saw when they realized they were on the ground, alive.

Tom Postle, a credit manager from Newark, Ohio, said the first sign of trouble was a huge explosion 45 minutes out of Denver.

``We took a dive,`` he said. ``Then the captain came on and told us the No. 2 engine was gone and we`d be about a half hour late getting into Chicago.``

But 15 minutes later, Postle said, the captain spoke to the passengers again on the intercom, saying that flight attendants would instruct them about bracing for a crash.

As the plane headed for ground, Postle said the aircraft was weaving horizontally, and the wings were rolling.

``I knew if we got on the ground, chances were good that he would touch down on a wing tip,`` he said.

Suddenly, the captain yelled over the intercom, ``Brace! Brace! Brace!``

Postle said.

``We hit the ground very hard. We expected it to bounce back up, but it didn`t. Then we felt air and dust, and we couldn`t see. We were stopped before I realized we were upside down.``

Manz said he ``felt a really severe jolt. We came out of the ankle grab position, then there was a second jolt, and we lost all concept of direction. We didn`t know if we were end over end or sideways or what.``

Through fire, Postle said, he saw daylight at both ends of the fuselage. He helped two women outside before he realized he was bleeding profusely from a head wound, for which he received 27 stitches.

Martha Vazquez, of Elida, Ohio, who was with Manz on the aircraft returning from a business trip to Denver, said: ``You knew you had to get out of there fast. You just knew you had to keep running before something exploded.``

Another passenger, Charles Martz, of Denver, remembers saying to himself: ``This was going to be the one that bought the ranch.``

But Martz, who also is a pilot, said: ``That pilot did a hell of a job. He saved my life. He did a super job of controlling the plane as best he could.``

After the plane crashed and broke into three pieces, Martz said, he was upside down, and he unfastened his seat belt.

``I dropped a little way and discovered bodies all over the place,``

Martz said.










http://www.chakoteya.net/NextGen/241.htm

Tapestry [ Star Trek: The Next Generation ]

Stardate: Unknown

Original Airdate: 15 Feb, 1993


[Limbo]

(A bright white void. There is a figure also in shimmering white nearby). Picard touches it's hand and then sees who it is.)

Q: Welcome to the afterlife, Jean-Luc. You're dead.

PICARD: Q, what is going on?

Q: I told you. You're dead. This is the afterlife, and I'm God.

PICARD: You are not God.

Q: Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out, or smite you or something. The bottom line is, your life ended about five minutes ago, under the inept ministrations of Doctor Beverly Crusher.

PICARD: No. I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed.

Q: Very well. If you really require more evidence of your post-mortem status, I guess I'll just have to provide you some.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096874/quotes

IMDb


Back to the Future Part II (1989)

Quotes


Western Union Man: Kid, you all right? You need any help?

Marty McFly: There's only one man who can help me.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099088/releaseinfo

IMDb


Back to the Future Part III (1990)

Release Info

USA 25 May 1990










http://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=back-to-the-future-part-iii

Springfield! Springfield!


Back To The Future Part III (1990)


You know, when I was a kid,
I always wanted to be a cowboy.
Now, knowing I'm spending my future
in the past...
...it sounds like a wonderful way
to spend my retirement years.
It just occurred to me, since I end up in 1885...
...perhaps I'm now in the history books.
I wonder.
Could I look myself up
in the old newspaper archives?










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099575/releaseinfo

IMDb


Fire Birds (1990)

Release Info

USA 25 May 1990










http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/35/pg35.html


Project Gutenberg's The Time Machine, by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells


Title: The Time Machine

Author: H. G. (Herbert George) Wells


IX


'For some way I heard nothing but the crackling twigs under my feet, the faint rustle of the breeze above, and my own breathing and the throb of the blood-vessels in my ears. Then I seemed to know of a pattering about me. I pushed on grimly. The pattering grew more distinct, and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. There were evidently several of the Morlocks, and they were closing in upon me. Indeed, in another minute I felt a tug at my coat, then something at my arm. And Weena shivered violently, and became quite still.

'It was time for a match. But to get one I must put her down. I did so, and, as I fumbled with my pocket, a struggle began in the darkness about my knees, perfectly silent on her part and with the same peculiar cooing sounds from the Morlocks. Soft little hands, too, were creeping over my coat and back, touching even my neck. Then the match scratched and fizzed. I held it flaring, and saw the white backs of the Morlocks in flight amid the trees. I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket, and prepared to light it as soon as the match should wane. Then I looked at Weena. She was lying clutching my feet and quite motionless, with her face to the ground. With a sudden fright I stooped to her. She seemed scarcely to breathe. I lit the block of camphor and flung it to the ground, and as it split and flared up and drove back the Morlocks and the shadows, I knelt down and lifted her. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!

'She seemed to have fainted. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on, and then there came a horrible realization. In manoeuvring with my matches and Weena, I had turned myself about several times, and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction lay my path. For all I knew, I might be facing back towards the Palace of Green Porcelain. I found myself in a cold sweat. I had to think rapidly what to do. I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were. I put Weena, still motionless, down upon a turfy bole, and very hastily, as my first lump of camphor waned, I began collecting sticks and leaves. Here and there out of the darkness round me the Morlocks' eyes shone like carbuncles.

'The camphor flickered and went out. I lit a match, and as I did so, two white forms that had been approaching Weena dashed hastily away. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me, and I felt his bones grind under the blow of my fist. He gave a whoop of dismay, staggered a little way, and fell down. I lit another piece of camphor, and went on gathering my bonfire. Presently I noticed how dry was some of the foliage above me, for since my arrival on the Time Machine, a matter of a week, no rain had fallen. So, instead of casting about among the trees for fallen twigs, I began leaping up and dragging down branches. Very soon I had a choking smoky fire of green wood and dry sticks, and could economize my camphor. Then I turned to where Weena lay beside my iron mace. I tried what I could to revive her, but she lay like one dead. I could not even satisfy myself whether or not she breathed.

'Now, the smoke of the fire beat over towards me, and it must have made me heavy of a sudden. Moreover, the vapour of camphor was in the air. My fire would not need replenishing for an hour or so. I felt very weary after my exertion, and sat down. The wood, too, was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. I seemed just to nod and open my eyes. But all was dark, and the Morlocks had their hands upon me. Flinging off their clinging fingers I hastily felt in my pocket for the match-box, and—it had gone! Then they gripped and closed with me again. In a moment I knew what had happened. I had slept, and my fire had gone out, and the bitterness of death came over my soul. The forest seemed full of the smell of burning wood. I was caught by the neck, by the hair, by the arms, and pulled down. It was indescribably horrible in the darkness to feel all these soft creatures heaped upon me. I felt as if I was in a monstrous spider's web. I was overpowered, and went down. I felt little teeth nipping at my neck. I rolled over, and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. It gave me strength. I struggled up, shaking the human rats from me, and, holding the bar short, I thrust where I judged their faces might be. I could feel the succulent giving of flesh and bone under my blows, and for a moment I was free.

'The strange exultation that so often seems to accompany hard fighting came upon me. I knew that both I and Weena were lost, but I determined to make the Morlocks pay for their meat. I stood with my back to a tree, swinging the iron bar before me. The whole wood was full of the stir and cries of them. A minute passed. Their voices seemed to rise to a higher pitch of excitement, and their movements grew faster. Yet none came within reach. I stood glaring at the blackness.


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