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-Up ahead!
-You recognize those guys?

No, but Greta often
hires from the outside.

If that was US military,

they wouldn't be dropping
things into the water.

-That was the last one.
-Let's go.

-They're lowering the LRAD.
-LRAD sound waves will agitate it.

That will expand and harden the
foam and gunk up the dam to a stop.

Got it.

Dad, we're on our way to
you in a DARPA helicopter.

Did you hear that gunfire? It's hotter
than your mom eating soup in a jacuzzi.

-Oh my. Yeah.
-We'll discuss it in therapy.

No! Shit!

All the equipment went over!

Did we turn the LRAD off?

I don't think so.

Shit.

We've been in here too long.

They're taking us out to the forest
to do us in, Drea de Matteo style.

The guy from the E Street
Band is gonna kill us.

Didn't expect to
go out like this,

but at least it's better
than how Grandma died.

What?

Oh my God. Wait. In my comic book,
Brock Hardman escapes from zip ties,

so I actually googled
how to do this.

If I remember correctly,

step one is I have to get my
hands in front of my body.

-What are you doing?
-I'm just gonna...

I've tried that. I can
barely reach the tip.

-Oh God!
-You get it?

No, I almost...

Almost.

-Okay.
-Step two.

To break the zip tie, you pull it
towards yourself forcefully like this.

Like this! Like this! Like this!

Damn it. They're... they're not breaking.
I need something to cut them with.

Let me just get
my pruning shears.

Your broken zipper. Your
broken zipper can cut the ties.

-It's worth a try.
-Yeah.

Okay.

Let me just...

...get on in there and...

Okay.

Please look away, Donnie.

You look away.

-Are you fucking serious right now?
-I can't control where the blood flows.

Jesus Christ.

-Okay!
-Hey!

All right, I just gotta push on
the bracket with both my thumbs.

-It's off!
-Yeah!

All right, we're good.

We've stopped. It's a red light.

Now! Go, go, go!

-Go get 'em!
-Ah, goddamn it.

When Charlotte's web
said "some pig"...

You like this story, baby?

...Wilbur had tried
hard to look like...

Don't get attached
to the spider.

Text from Nonna.

Your favorite informant
is running late.

Need to push a half hour.

Ciao.

-Wilbur had tried...
-Well,

looks like we've got
some time to kill.

And now that the
web said "radiant,"

he did everything possible
to make himself glow.

-Update.
-Three turbines have jammed to a halt.

RPMs are dropping on the fourth,
the one furthest from the penstock,

so it didn't get as much of
the agitation from the LRAD.

But it'll soon shut down. And
once it does, the power stops.

Okay.

I don't see him.

They're so fast. For bikers.

Okay, so we catch our
breath, then we keep moving.

All this 'cause of
that stupid pig.

It is not the pig's fault,
man. It's our fault.

He's probably scared
half to death.

God only knows what that little
pig is going through right now.

What I want you've got

And it might be hard to handle

But like a flame
that burns the candle

The candle feeds the flame

- Oh yeah, well,
well, you - Ooh-ooh

You make my dreams come true

- You - You, you,
you, ooh-ooh-ooh, you

Well, well, well, you

- Ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh - Oh yeah

You make my dreams come true

- You, you, you,
ooh-ooh-ooh, you - Oh, yeah

Well, we must have
gotten rid of the LRAD

because that turbine
is still running.

Yeah, but the polymer in it has
basically turned to thick mud.

The turbine's trying to clean it
out, but it'll fry before it's done.

In a few minutes,
that thing is toast.

-And then the dam shuts down.
-Not immediately.

There's a storage depot that keeps about
60 minutes' worth of backup storage

in case we have a
temporary shutdown.

But excavating all of this
gunk out of the turbines,

replacing the burned-out
hardware, that'll take weeks.

The 60-minute window, it
only delays the inevitable.

Okay, it might be crazy,

but I think I may have
come up with a plan.

You turn off the turbine,

I manually clear out all the
gunk so we protect the motor,

then you turn it back
on again. All right?

How are you gonna do that?

I put my back into it.

In less than 30 minutes, we are
engaging in an all-out battle

to stop America from
going into the Stone Age.

What could you possibly be doing
on your computer right now?

Why is it any of your
business what I'm doing?

Sorry I asked.

Okay, if you really have to know, I'm
writing a letter of recommendation.

That "break four bones until
you shit sideways" stuff

was pretty gangster.

Thank you.

-Why are you doing it right now?
-In case I die at the dam.

I figured one of us
should get what she wants

since I'm not getting
regional director.

Oh, I do wanna make
a few notes here.

"She is a giant ass pain,
asks too many questions,

and is too distracted by
her multiple male suitors,

who clearly value butts
over personality."

Nice.

What are you gonna do about
those three randy fellas?

-What?
-Carter, Aldon, Chips.

Horny can sniff out horny.

Just do me a favor and don't fuck up
Aldon like you did a few months ago.

I'm not trying to fuck anyone
up. It's all unreciprocated.

I swear to you, I'm just
trying to focus on my job.

I don't want a relationship.

Okay, well, I'm just saying,

the last time you broke my buddy's
heart, he ended up sleeping with a pig.

I'll be careful.

-Thanks. You're a good friend.
-I'm just looking out for my boy.

I meant me.

I appreciate the letter.

And for what it's worth, I was wrong.
You'd have made a great regional director.

-Thanks.
-Better than Reed, anyway.

Yes, yes. Come on! Come on!

-I don't think I can do this anymore.
-No, no, no, no, no, no.

We're so close to
getting this done.

No, no. Come on. You
can't break down now.

Let me relieve you. Come on.

All right.

Come on.

Let me get this.

It's... it's stuck. It's...

You think... I think
it's just jammed.

I mean, I loosened it for you.

-He's a real-life Hercules. Look at him.
-It's speeding up.

Water's rushing the
turbine chamber.

-Get back! Get back!
-Come on!

The water's back in. We're
refilling the energy storage depot.

That should give us a few hours.

What do you mean a few
hours? We fixed the problem.

Imagine an above-the-ground
pool with multiple holes in it.

You try to refill the pool
with buckets of water.

Yes, you're adding to the pool,

just like this one turbine is
adding to the storage depot,

but it will never make up for the
amount of water flowing out of the pool,

because this plant has
three defunct turbines.

So after everything that we've just done,
the whole thing is gonna shut down anyway?

You bought us a few hours.

Barry, did you hear all of that?

He's right. In a few hours, the
whole country's out of power.

And we'll descend into chaos.

Unless we unclog the three
turbines that aren't working.

Okay, so we use a jackhammer.

You jackhammer that polymer
coating, you destroy the hardware.

What if we can remove the
polymers without any damage?

Well, then you'd be a wizard.

Or a guy who got an
A-plus in AP Chemistry.

I found this research paper
from Vanderbilt University.

It seems that if you mix
sulfuric acid with water,

you can create an
exothermic reaction

that will eat away at
this specific polymer,

leaving the blades unharmed.

Based off the size of the
dam, the amount of water flow,

20 industrial barrels
of acid will do it.

Where am I gonna get 20
barrels of acid? Come on.

I don't know, but I'm
going to find out.

Okay. Okay. I... I can't...

I can't run anymore.

Are you okay?

I just got a look at myself.

I was on the altar.

I had my suit on, the
music was playing.

-Tally looked gorgeous.
-Oh.

I always wanted a family. With her,
I was gonna get an instant one.

Two grown kids and a grandchild.

Everything I ever wanted.

Things were actually
working out for old Donnie.

And then...

...giant Austrian
shits all over me.

Okay.

Them's the breaks though, right?

Well, that sounds like heavy stuff. Do
you wanna keep talking about it, or...

-No.
-Why not?

Well, for starters,
the bikers are here.

What? Shit!

Oh man, there's no way we're getting
out of here without them seeing us.

Wait. The PCP I've been
hiding in my prison wallet.

You stole their PCP?

-I snagged some.
-What the...

Uh...

Donnie, that is like a
ten-year prison sentence

in your hands right now.

I'll do a little. Supposed
to give you super strength.

-No way.
-Just a bump.

Like they do on
cop shows, right?

Dip my pinkie in it, rub it
on my gum, say it's pure.

-I'll do it Commish style.
-No, don't.

Okay, listen, 50 yards away there are
men who are trying to kill us, okay?

I am not dragging some dust
head around Poughkeepsie

for the rest of the afternoon.

Awesome.

Oh. Oh.

-Hey!
-Okay. Hey...

Listen, it's all
a misunderstand...

Fuck!

I'm Cassius Clay, baby.

Okay, fair. You got me.

I'm gonna stomp my boot in your face
till you talk out the back of your head.

Say goodnight.

Oh.

Shit!

Uh...

Good. It's cool.

-Take his cash.
-I'm not taking his cash.

I'm getting his phone
so I can call us help.

Oh right. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, I need his Face
ID to unlock it.

Right.

Okay.

Yeah. My man does
not have a face.

Unless that's the PCP talking, 'cause
I am starting to smell emotions.

Circle of life, killer.

You okay?

You smell scared.

Ki... Killer?

I was Westchester's
Teacher to Watch.

I... I was one of the
teachers to watch.

I was one of the 30 shortlist...

What...

This is almost too quiet.

I'm not sure this
feels good, buddy.

Yes.

"This is Hamsteak."

"If I'm found dead,

please return to Emma Brunner."

"Tell her I was practicing

loving, functional
relationship stuff

with him for her."

"He's a good boy."

"He loves belly rubs

and Luther Vandross,

but not at the same time."

Okay.

Daddy will be right back.
Daddy always comes back.

Nonna.

Nonna.

Mmm.

Ah!

There you are. Why does
it smell so good in here?

Oh, I got some sauce
cooking in the back office,

and you know I
like my meat fresh.

-Mm-hmm.
-Speaking of fresh meat...

Okay, let's keep it
professional, Nonna.

Okay, but you make Nonna sad.

Horny and sad.

So you have some
information for me.

Same drill as always.

You give me the intel, CIA
will wire you the money.

Shit.

You suck, Nonna.

Oh, I will miss that tight ass.

Hey, now.

Whoa!

Energy storage levels are
falling faster than anticipated.

Barry, you better come
up with a solution now.

Think I got something. There's
a quarry 1.1 miles from there.

They use commercial-grade
sulfuric acid to leach copper.

But you're gonna need hundreds
of gallons of that stuff.

How you gonna transport it?

The United States Marines.

Shit.

Shit.

-He's not here.
-Check by the conveyor belt.

Officer.

-Officer.
-Ugh, here we go.

-I am looking for my pig.
-Uh-huh.

He escaped from the CIA,

and we were being chased
by a bunch of bikers,

till one of them died
from air conditioning.

-Are you on drugs, sir?
-No.

-Just PCP.
-Oh, okay.

Hands on the hood.

Officer, you don't
have to arrest him!

I have his pants! Officer,
you can't arrest him.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-My job says I can.
-Right.

Okay, listen, there are
dangerous men trying to kill us.

Bikers.

And if you send us to jail, they
likely have contacts in there,

and we will be killed.

Oh, okay. Your hands
on the hood too.

-No, what? No.
-Come on.

-Come on. Both hands.
-This is a misunderstanding.

-I have his pants.
-Just put your hands on the hood, sir.

Oh, thanks.

-Hey, I'm peeing a rainbow.
-Son of a bitch.

Give me your hands.

-Come on. Give me your hands.
-You pissy magnificent bastard.

-I'm not resisting.
-Hey!

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Oh shit! I'm sorry!
Holy shit, I'm sorry!

-Come on!
-Oh my God, you killed him!

-Oh my God!
-I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him. Not
the first one either.

Are you dead? He's not dead. He
shook his head. He's not dead.

I didn't kill the
first guy either, man!

That air conditioner fell on him
because of decisions he made!

This ain't good.

That's nasty.

Hamsteak?

Hamsteak!

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no!

Hamsteak.

Hamsteak.

Precious.

Were you looking for this?

You could've gotten out of here,

but instead, you, uh came
back looking for some pig.

Hamsteak...

...BLT.

Oh, come here.

He's not some pig,
he's "some pig."

Shh.

Oh.

Don't look.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

-I do not wanna go to prison!
-Maybe you shouldn't have tased that cop.

What? I... I did it for you,
you selfish piece of shit!

Radio to 175 Delta.

175? That's this car.

-175, do you copy?
-Uh, yeah.

Hi there, this is 175. Over.

175, report to meatpacking
plant at 112 Euclid.

Caucasian male, 30s, six foot,

dirty blonde hair, cream
polo, blue jacket, blue jeans.

Dirty blonde hair, cream
polo? That's gotta be Aldon!

Hey, look at that!

Whoo!

Okay, here we go!

I had no choice.

I should drown you in that
delicious-smelling sauce right now.

-No.
-Why'd you set me up?

It was Dante Cress.

How did Cress know I'd
reached out to you?

'Cause he's Dante
Cress. He knows things.

And if Cress offers you a job, you
take it if you want to keep breathing.

-Where is he?
-I don't know.

-I don't know!
-How'd you two communicate?

He sent me an email saying that
he would pay me ten million

upon proof of your death.

If I don't deliver this proof,

then Cress will kill
me and my whole family!

I'm disappointed in you, Nonna.

-Oh.
-Now show me that email.

It self-destruct
after a few seconds.

-Like on TV, huh?
-That's not a thing.

Next time I'll hear from him

is when I get paid for sending
proof that you are in the ground,

or when he sends assassins for
me because you are still alive.

So either I get paid
today, or I die.

That's it.

You get paid today.

Barry, listen up, we need
to bring in our money man.

Have no fear, Farkas is here.

What's all this business
about tracing a payment?

We need your expertise to track a wire
from Cress that he's gonna make soon.

We wanna be able to follow it back
to his actual physical location.

Impossible. Cress doesn't send
money like a normal person.

You'll never be able
to backtrack it.

Why not?

Remember that game Plinko
from The Price Is Right?

Where the ball bounces
down all those pegs?

I think you mean
disc, exotic woman.

-I don't think I got your name.
-Talulah.

Talulah Brunner.

Brunner. Big guys always
get the lookers, don't they?

Anyway, you get your money
into one of these slots

at the bottom of the game.

That's the bank.

Dante sends the money
from a slot at the top,

but there's not a straight
line you can follow back up.

It bounces off a million
tiny pins on the way down.

Dante sends 75 separate deposits
that add up to the amount owed.

And remember that disc? It breaks
off into five different discs.

Some are invisible, some are made
of steam, some bounce backwards.

It's a maze inside of a puzzle
inside of an escape room.

No one can tell what's going on.

No one can track this amount
of data simultaneously.

That's bullshit,
and you know it.

You were able to manipulate
all those bank transfers

when you were stealing
money from the CIA.

And you were able to
track and expose Tina.

Sorry about that.

My point is,

if there's anyone that can help us figure
out a way around this Plinko mess...

...it's you.

All right.

Looks like it's up to
Farkas to save the world.

You know, I have dreamed
of this so many times.

Ew.

Local PD.

I better go explain to them

why you made me kill all
those people out there.

Come on, piggy boy.

Oh!

Yeah! Look at me!

Put that away! Put that away!

I'm about to go bang!

Oh shit!

I shot my ball off!

What the hell? Carter?

Yeah. Uh, I tased a cop.

Donnie shot a ball off.

-He has to get to the hospital.
-Yeah.

You can't be here when
the real cops show up.

I'm CIA. I should be
fine, but you're not.

I don't know what the hell you
did, but it looks real fucking bad.

It's actually a lot
worse than it looks.

Dump the cop car here. I'll
blame it on the guys I killed.

-What guys?
-I killed eight guys.

-My ball!
-Right.

Take one of their cars.

When you get to the hospital, don't
let 'em know this was a gunshot.

-Yeah.
-Okay, Carter, you got this.

Go! Go, go!

-Was that the pig?
-Yes.

Barry, we have the acid.
Headed to the dam now.

Copy that. Farkas and I are
working on finding Cress.

I love this, that you're able to put
your differences with Farkas aside

and put this mission number one.

I'm so proud of you.

You care about your
team a great deal.

Oh, I love my team.
They're like my kids.

Speaking of which, do
you know when Emma lands?

I don't like that whirlybird. They
had mechanical issues in Kuwait.

Oh, she's flying with a new model.
She should be on the ground very soon.

-But thanks for your concern.
-Yeah, yeah.

What?

I see what's going on.

You have an interest
for my daughter.

I just want you to know,
don't waste too much time

because you have no chance.

Why do you say that?

Because you're unstable, and,
uh, you're all over the place.

You're kind of like
a loose cannon.

It's the last thing she
needs right now in her life.

I just don't think she
ever would choose you.

But... I could be wrong.

Yeah, you probably...
probably are wrong.

Then I'd just have you killed.

All right, you're
taking the piss, eh?

How about three pisses a night?

I mean, my prostate is so
large, it's like a cantaloupe.

That's not what I meant.
It's... it's an expre...

Doesn't matter.

Do you know that I
knew your father?

We actually worked together
to stop the Y2K bug.

He would be so proud of you,
to see what you're doing.

Fighting for the side
of the good again.

I wish he was here
to hear you say that.

Oh, that's such a
waste of good sauce.

Just take the picture.

Got it.

Okay, Nonna killed me.
How's it going, Farkas?

Finishing an AI algorithm now.

I'd explain it to you, but I
don't think you'd understand.

It should work though.

Okay, downloaded.
Aldon, send the photo.

Send it to the encrypted
number Cress gave you.

Okay.

Sent.

Payment should come now.
Cress is always prompt.

Soon as the payment's sent,

the algorithm should trail
it back to Cress' location.

Luke, it's coming down to the
wire. Is the pickle in the pepper?

Simmer is in the sauce.

Ready to discharge the
acid into the turbine room.

Hook up the hoses and bring them
into the operations building.

We gotta hurry. The
plant's about to shut down.

Come on! Come on! Let's
go. Let's do this.

Come on. Down here.

Got the money. Nonna is rich!

We'll know where Cress is
in a matter of seconds.

I got a hit!

What the hell? The deposit went
into some kind of FinSec hub.

-A what hub?
-FinSec hub.

A financial security
hub? Anyone?

It operates on the dark web. It's
like a giant digital washing machine.

I didn't think we'd run into something
like this after the Plinko board.

It's like having padlocks
on top of your deadbolts.

Yes, but what the hell is it?

Every money transfer has
a 32-digit transaction ID.

When a security hub is in play,

it takes all those transactions and
gives them a new code to clean it.

Then the new code goes
through the big Plinko machine

before getting deposited
into Nonna's account,

which means all the data we traced
back here leads us to a dead end.

Because all of the information that
could lead us to Cress' location,

like his, uh, IP address for
example, we no longer have.

So, shit!

Hey, hey.

So, what do we do now?

If we get Cress to send another deposit,
I can stop it from being scrubbed.

But only for like a split-second
delay, so that I can read the real data

before it gets sent off
and is changed permanently.

Except Cress isn't
making any more deposits.

The hoses are ready.
Send in the acid.

Okay, we deal with Cress later.
Right now we have to save the grid.

Here we go.

Liebling!

I can't let you do that.

Look, whatever you're thinking
of doing, it's a bad idea.

I'm thinking I don't want to blow
you up along with that tanker,

so please, step aside.

How the hell did she
get the drop on us?

She dressed the part. You can get anywhere
with confidence and the right outfit.

Luke, you can't let her fire.

We need the acid to unclog the
turbines before time runs out.

Look, Greta, just relax.

Okay? And then you and I talk.

-All right?
-There's nothing to talk about.

You shoot me or my team,

and our fingers twitch,
and it's bye-bye tanker.

There's no way you're
saving this dam.

Friends of yours?

Drop your weapons.

Roo, Emma, stand down.

Chips, you too.

-I can take her.
-Emma, don't do it.

I love her.

Did he just drop the L bomb?

If you really wanna
get back at him,

you can look me up in
the employee directory,

Marcus A. Farkas.

All of the feelings that I
had for you, they came back.

Are you shitting me?

I tried to fight it,
but I just... can't.

Chips told me how you felt.

I feel the same way.

I've always known we were
meant to be together.

And I always knew you that were
better than the people you work for.

Greta, you're a wonderful person. You
would never harm any innocent people.

So let's just stop all this madness,
and you and I go off together.

Boss, I will cut
off your dick-stick.

I need to see this through.
You know how Cress operates.

He already paid half
the money up front.

So either I shut down the grid,
or he'll kill me, or worse.

I need you to move. Now.

I don't want to
have to shoot you.

I love you too.

This is such bullshit.

-Emma, take the shot.
-What about the finger twitch?

She's in love with him. She
won't pull any triggers. Do it.

Wait. Farkas, you said if
Cress makes another payment,

we could track his location.

Can the Green Lantern recharge
his power ring using his lantern?

None of us know that,
because we've all had sex.

Now hear me out, Greta.

We turn off the power, then Cress
will make another payment to you.

And then Farkas can track his payment,
which will lead us directly to Cress.

Then we can turn the
power back on again.

Cress will know that I betrayed him.
I'll be signing my death warrant.

-Not if we get to Cress first.
-Cress uses offshore accounts.

The power's only going out in the
US, so his bank won't be affected.

Even if he's in the U.S.,
he can use a sat phone.

-What about right here?
-The CIA has backup generators.

Look, this is a win-win for you.

Cress will be under arrest,
therefore he cannot harm you anymore,

and you get the money.

And then we can
run away together?

Wherever we want to go.

We'll all lower
our guns on three?

Are you all insane?

No, we're not putting the US
power grid down for even a second

just so Hansel and Gretel can
live on a Bora Bora beach house.

Luke Brunner, you are
relieved of command.

Emma Brunner, you are CEO.
Now pull the damn trigger,

or kiss Unit 9 goodbye.

My daughter would never
listen to you over me.

Oh yeah? Well, she says she believes
your judgment is compromised.

Emma?

Your decision-making is affected
'cause of your feelings for Greta.

She also asked to be put
in charge of the team.

Schatzel, did you turn me in?

Can you blame me?

No.

-But you must trust me in this.
-Don't listen to him.

Sweetheart, look me in the eyes.

You know your father would
never do anything to hurt you.

Emma, this is your chance
to leave your dad's shadow.

-Am I really in command?
-Damn right you are.

All right.

Then as CO...

we're backing my dad.

Son of a bitch!

This better work.

You're out of your mind if you think
we're getting on Cress' shit list.

Oh shut up.

You know, this is a little bit
awkward, but I haven't been paid

my last paycheck
for the last week.

That was the last one.

Acid worked, sludge dissolved.

All turbines back online.

So I guess all that's left
to do is to turn them off.

Right there.

All right. Are we ready, team?

Autobots ready to roll out?

-Goonies never say die.
-Do I actually need this thing?

I don't understand a word they're
saying, but somehow I know it's lame.

Well, sadly, you get used to it. All
right, we shut down the power. Now!

-Don't look at me.
-I'm not doing it.

What? This thing?

Every city in America is going darker
than a Frank Miller graphic novel.

Jenga.

Huh. Fits good.

Hey, baby.

That better have been Hamsteak.

It wasn't.

I've got a great job this week
of announcing the Star Baker.

And this week's Star Baker is...

All bets stand until
the power comes back on.

Mrs. Turtletaub, if
you look up the winner,

I'm gonna fuck you up.

Shouldn't I be out for this?

Well, we're still flushing PCP out
of your system, so we've gone local.

But relax, you're in safe hands.

Scalpel.

Okay.

Whoops.

I just got the payment.

AI algorithm is
running. There it is.

A $250 million transaction.

Pulling the transaction data
and just got the IP address.

-And sending it to Barry.
-Got it.

Running a trace on the
IP address. Yahtzee!

Cress made a payment from a location
on Killermont Street in Port Jarvis.

-That's pretty far from us.
-But not from me.

Nonna, gotta go. Bye.

Okay.

Backup's on the way, Aldon.

What? Farkas, what?

There's something about that town.
Port Jarvis. Sounds familiar.

Tina. When OTS dumped her phone,

it showed that Tina had
visited Port Jarvis.

Sir, I know you're not on
board with all of this,

but you have to authorize having Tina
transferred so we can question her.

She's a captured spy being
held under the Espionage Act.

I'm not pulling her out
without an okay from Langley.

-There's no time for that!
-Then she'll stay where she is.

Well, then I'll just get her down
here on some medical pretense.

-I'll be right back.
-You'll find her in the infirmary.

-What?
-I put her there.

So, Emma, I... I don't want
things to be awkward between us.

-I may be your new stepmom someday.
-Oh God, kill me now.

Power's back on.

Ah.

Finally, I can unclench.

You know, it's funny, us Brits
actually pronounce it "unclench."

Uh, Luke? Bit of a problem.

The grid's back up, but the DEFCON
scale dropped down to level one.

What the hell for?

Every nuke in the USA has been
shifted into ready-launch position.

World War III is
about to jump off.