Holocaust 2000 Page #6

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when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

What do our children want to be

when they grow up?

Alive!

Don't stop, it's me.

You pop up

in the most unexpected places.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want them

to see us together.

You've been seeing too many movies.

What's the mystery?

Harbin, our new prime minister,

had decided to speed things up.

- He's flying in tomorrow.

- I know.

At the international meeting

of the oil nations.

No.

Harbin will take advantage

of the occasion

and will take a very hard stand

against the thermonuclear plant.

So what can you do?

Professor Ernst Meyer,

he's writing a very favorable report

on my project.

Aha.

I hope to get it

before tomorrow morning.

This is Robert Caine.

I'd like to speak to Professor Meyer.

Huh?

Really?

Thank you.

Professor Meyer's disappeared.

Nobody's heard anything

about him for two days.

- Okay, is everybody ready?

- One two three.

- Received.

- What's the aperture on this?

Check everything off.

Come on, we haven't got much time.

Let's get a move on.

By the way, check that no phones

are getting out, all right?

Harbin has decided to hold

a press conference right now.

No chance of meeting him

when he gets off the plane?

No.

We haven't accomplished

very much, have we?

Only to lose my job.

I'm sorry.

Well, Harbin's against us,

Meyer's disappeared,

looks like it's all over this time.

- Let's have lunch.

- Sure.

We expect he'll be

the first person to come out.

Ah, Prime Minister Harbin's

leaving the aircraft now.

And the place is full of security men.

Helicopters are standing by

to transport the official convoy

from the airport to the city.

By radio telephone from his plane,

Premier Harbin suddenly announced

that he intends to hold a press

conference here at the airport

and we expect to have him

before our microphone.

...line the streets of the capital

city to wish the Premier success.

On his first diplomatic mission.

This is terrible.

The Prime Minister has suffered a terr--

the helicopter blade--

he's-- he's down and it would appear

that he was killed instantly.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

This is where

I can catch my breath.

When I'm tired of playing

the civilized man

I come here.

This is where I hide.

But I must warn you,

it's very primitive.

No TV. No telephone.

It's terrible. No pollution.

No progress.

Progress...

and after centuries of it, all we want

is to come back where we started from.

Fish from the sea,

cherries from the tree,

flowers...

Come on.

Here.

Come here. Ooooh.

Cute.

So sweet.

What do our children want to be...

- Good morning, Mr. Caine.

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