1:18:21
CAPTAIN, SAN FRANCISCO
IS YEOMAN SWAIN'S HOMETOWN.
HE WANTS TO TAKE A LOOK.
1:18:29
OKAY, LET HIM LOOK.
1:18:39
[ Morse Code Beeping ]
1:18:43
STILL DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
DOWN SAN DIEGO WAY,
ALL RIGHT.
1:18:46
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[ Beeping
Continues ]
1:18:48
IT'S GOT
TO BE HYDROELECTRIC.
WHERE COULD IT BE ?
1:18:52
PROBABLY IN ONE
OF THE REFINERIES
ALONG THE COAST.
1:18:55
THEY'VE GOT
THE TRANSMITTERS
AND LOTS OF JUICE.
1:19:00
SEE YOUR HOUSE, ROB ?
1:19:03
NO, SIR.
1:19:05
YOU COULDN'T SEE IT
FROM HERE ANYWAY.
1:19:10
IT'S UP IN THE HILLS.
1:19:14
SEEN ENOUGH ?
1:19:18
YES, SIR.
THANK YOU.
1:19:25
YOU KNOW...
1:19:27
I KEEP EXPECTING
TO SEE MORE DAMAGE.
1:19:31
THERE'S NO PEOPLE.
1:19:34
I WONDER
WHERE THEY ARE ?
1:19:36
DOGS GO SOMEWHERE TO DIE.
1:19:39
THEY DON'T WANT ANYBODY
TO LOOK AT THEM.
1:19:42
MAYBE PEOPLE
DO THE SAME THING...
GO TO BED.
1:19:52
[ Footsteps Approaching ]
CAPTAIN !
1:19:57
SWAIN'S OUT
THROUGH THE ESCAPE TRUNK, SIR.