Eruption: LA Page #3

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Not fair.

All right, heh, bye.

[male reporter]

Angelinos woke up this morning

to quite the jolt.

It looks like a gas line

was ruptured

in the Metro tunnels.

Expect traffic to be backed up

before your morning commune,

as officials have said

normal service

won't resume anytime soon.

It's a magnitude 6.1

centered in the LA basin

near Echo Park.

It's not an aftershock,

we have an earthquake swarm.

It's not an earthquake,

it's volcanic.

What? I was just there.

- I didn't see any volcanic...

- Trust me, Kent.

All right, look,

our phones are gonna be

ringing off the hook

in about ten seconds,

so we need to come up

with some answers.

[Robson]

What did Sawyer find down there?

Sawyer didn't make it.

Wait, what?

The whole street just caved in.

We tried to get him out, but...

[lines ringing]

[line ringing]

[exhales]

- Yeah.

- Put me through to Dr. Robson.

[Jones] It's looking worse

than we thought.

Dr. Robson...

It's the mayor.

Um, okay, put him

through to my office.

[man on radio] Government blames

genetically engineered

prehistoric creatures

for a worldwide...

[Irwin]

Oh, prehistoric creatures.

[Irwin chuckles]

Last month, it was space aliens.

You know,

it's not totally impossible...

Um, hello?

[Josh]

Dr. Irwin?

- Who are you?

- I'm Josh.

The screenwriter,

they-they told me that...

- What took you so long?

- Uh...

Uh, I-I got here

as fast as I could.

I'm a big fan,

as a disaster writer...

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah.

Zip it, kid, we gotta move out.

I-I didn't realize I was late.

They, they told me that...

Du-du-du-duh.

Uh...

You always talk this much? Shh!

[Kat]

Try not to hurt him too much.

[instrumental music]

Kat. What are you doing here?

And let you have all the fun?

Who's this?

Says he's a writer.

What number is he?

E-eight.

I'm-I'm number eight.

[cell phone chimes]

[sighs]

Are you gonna...

[chiming continues]

[chuckles]

Miss Nova, you need phone

to keep in touch.

Fine.

Studio is unaware

where Miss Rivers is.

Insurance purposes.

You keep this

our little secret, da?

Da. Yes, yes.

As... My lips are sealed.

[intense music]

Is good.

I would not want

to rip those lips

off of your face.

Wait, so-so you're flying?

Yeah, I picked it up

while making

that movie where I play

the sexy helicopter pilot.

Is that a problem?

No, no, of course not.

You've flown before,

Number Eight?

No, I'm scared

to death right now.

Good raw emotion!

Use that, channel it,

go with it, you know?

It's better than drugs.

[intense music]

[helicopter whirring]

[Irwin] So, hiding out

from the studios again?

[Kat] You know I'd rather be

here than anywhere else.

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