Whum... whum... whum... The vehicular bolas wobbles its way lower and lower.

Harold leads the children out of the building, the conscious carrying the unconscious with varying levels of difficulty. There is neither point nor appeal in staying here.

They're just in time to see the car hit the ground with a CRUMP! Then the helicopter's blades slice into the ground a few times before it makes proper impact.

Then the whole mess explodes, so close together that it's hard to say which vehicle goes up first.