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Tonight's episode
concerns a collision

between a freight train
and a passenger train

in southern California.

It was written and filmed before
the tragic Metrolink crash

near Chatsworth, California
on September 12th.

All of us at "Numb3rs" extend
our thoughts and prayers

to the victims of this accident
and to their families.

Because of this recent tragedy,
the images may be difficult

for some viewers to watch.

We want to let you know, so you
can use the appropriate

discretion in your home.

*

(horn blaring)

* Keep your weight
on the Dead Man's Handle *

* Or the steam brake
is bound to fail... *

(alarm beeps)

Tim, it's
milepost 112-9.

Roger that. MP 112-9.

Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.

Just passing MP 112-9.

We'll be at the switch
in five minutes.

Got you, Desert Pacific Rail.

What's your speed?

We are highballing at 20.

What are you pulling?

10,000 tons
of American ingenuity.

(over radio):
All right.

* There's just one more bridge
left to cross *

* Keep her moving
or the day is lost *

* Dead Man's Handle

* Dead Man's Handle...

I'll keep
an eye on her.

* Dead Man's Handle

* Keep your mind
on the journey's end *

Do you mind?

* Look down, look down,
look down... *

You have an audience.

Sorry.

We're cool.

* Look down,
and you'll never... *

Thank you.

* On the tracks again

Pretty soon,
that'll be you

with a pretty girl
like that.

No way.

(phone ringing)

William, what's wrong?

Hey, can I ride
up front with you?

Well, maybe on
the return trip, okay?

You know you're not supposed
to call me

unless it's an emergency.

Okay, Dad.

* Ease the brake,
stretch out your hand *

* The Dead Man's Handle

(bell dinging)

* The Dead Man's Handle

* Keep your mind
on the journey's end. *

The flag's not up.

He didn't make the switch.

I know.

Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.

- Do you read me? Over.
- We're not going to make it.

(screeching)

I can't get it stopped.

Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.

- Do you read me?
- Jump, Tim.

- Dispatch...
- Tim, jump!

Dispatch, San Jose Limited,
coming your way.

(static crackles)

Dispatch?

Young man...

I'm going to go see my dad.

Oop! You know you
can't go up there

when the train
is moving.

- He said I could...
- William.

I may be old,
but I ain't stupid.

What's going on up there?

What's on my track?

Stay in your seats!
Hold on!

Come on!
(brakes screeching)

- Mom!
- William!

I got him!

I mean, when I started
at the FBI,

I figure, you know,
I'm doing something good.

I'm fighting the fight.

It just sounds so...

old-fashioned.

It just sounds so naive now.

No, no.
It doesn't.

It's all just one big
compromise.

I'm telling you.

One big personality clash
with redundant paperwork.

The boss is second-guessing
every move,

second-guessing
their bosses,

everyone just trying
to keep their job.

Nobody's got any guts.

Yeah, well,
you got guts.

I feel lost.

I feel like...

I don't know why
I'm in it anymore.

Hey. Who's winning?
(phone rings)

Actually, uh,
I got to get out of here.

DON:
Yeah. Eppes.

I'm so tired, I could sleep
standing up.

The stakeout was
worth it.

I loved the look
on that guy's face

when we sashayed in there
instead of that teenage girl.

We got two days away
from the creeps.

You got any plans?

Whatever sport
is on TV.

(door opens)

Got a train crash.

- Call NTSB.
- They called us.

Possible hazardous materials.
High threat, urban area.

By hazardous
materials,

you mean
old computer batteries?

No rest for the weary.

(clamoring)

(siren approaching)

(horn sounds)

It's all right.
I got you.

DON: I want to know what was on
every one of those trains,

so e-mail me that waybill, ASAP.

Send it to my phone.

You think we're dealing
with anything toxic here?

Still checking.

We might have to evacuate
the entire area.

DON: The press is going to
be all over this.

LAPD's got 'em
blocked off a mile away.

Where do you guys need us?

- What do you think?
- I could use the manpower.

You got it.

Why don't you go see
if you can find the NTSB,

and you go with him,
all right?

Hey, I got her.

I got her.

- Let's go.
- Easy, easy... easy.

Here.

Easy, easy.

We're setting triage up
over there.

Okay. I'll bring more over.

Anybody in there?!

Oh...!

- David!
- Anybody in there?!

- David! Get out of here!
- There are people inside...

We've got a toxic leak!

There's a toxic leak!

Everyone, get away
from the tanker!

(sirens wailing)

(clamoring)

(chainsaw buzzing)

I have a press conference
to do in ten minutes.

All right.
So what do you need?

We've still got dozens
more people to pull out.

We're going to have
to go for the numbers.

Got to save as many
lives as possible.

Listen, there are still
passengers here in this car

underneath
the leaking tanker.

By the time we get to
them, they'll be dead.

Look, let me just see what
my guys can do, all right?

Over here! A problem!

Okay, so who knows what?
Talk to me!

Sheriff's Department
is evacuating

a five-mile radius
around the site.

Then you guys
should go help FD

with extractions
under that tanker.

All right.
What's the chemical?

- What do we need to know?
- Methyl isocyanate.

It's used in the manufacture
of polyurethane foam,

pesticides and plastics
and that's the same

chemical that killed over
3,000 people in Bhopal, India.

DON:
It's basically a weapon.

So how bad's the leak?

Well, if it's bad,
we're all dead.

- Yeah. Eppes.
- Hazmat measured

two parts per million--
not fatal.

If you start tearing up, or
start to smell something sweet,

that indicates
four parts per million,

- in which case, run.
- But even small

amounts could be lethal
to the wounded people, right?

It's transported in liquid form.
When it hits the air,

it vaporizes but,
with water, it overheats

and combusts,
releasing a toxic cloud.

We need to get those people
out of here

before this thing explodes.

All right. Let's go.

DON:
You guys be careful.

So the black box
is basically destroyed.

It's not going
to help us.

Trains are monitored
by computer-- I'll get

the electronic records from
the company's hard drive.

See if you
can find out

who knew that
cargo was toxic.

And dog the bomb squad until we
know what set it off, right?

I need a list of all
National Security events

in the last 24 hours.

Are you thinking terrorism?

Go. Go.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Excuse me.
Are you in charge?

CHARLIE:
We're not quite at the level

of rogue,
shape-shifting nanobots

as described
in science fiction.

However, we have made progress
in the real world-- swarmbots.

Alone,
unsophisticated machines.

But, working together,
with something like...

like intelligence emerging.

These are crash
investigators.

Here. Check it out.

So I program a task
for the swarm, right?

Let's say mapping this room,

and they try to accomplish
the goal of that task.

Right now,
they're self-organizing.

They've chosen
a leader.

See, some jobs need
centralized control.

- Others require swarm activity.
- Hey, Charlie,

what happens
if I shoot the leader?

They figure out

who the next
best leader is.

See that? Huh? Look.

They just keep going.

It's much more robust
and cooperative

in a hostile environment
than people.

You're familiar with eusocial
insects like bees

and ants and termites.

Well, they communicate through
pheromones-- scent clues.

Like, "I'm a larva.
Take care of me."

Or, "Food's this way."

Or, "Danger! Attack!"

Following smells
is called chemotaxis.

My bots employ infotaxis,

which is
a spatial search algorithm

in which agents repeatedly
update guesses

of an object's location.

Each bot creates a model
of its local environment,

it networks it,
and we get a collective picture.

These things could
map my crash?

That's what
I'm saying.

I can reprogram them,
I can add lipstick

cameras and
chemical sensors.

The switch wasn't right.
We couldn't stop in time.

- Why not?
- It's a redundant system,

but everything seemed
to fail at once.

Cutty exerted the right
amount of brake pressure

for the tonnage,
but the train just kept going.

Tell me about your
engineer-- Cutty Nagim.

He wouldn't
abandon the train,

even though we were sitting
on 2,000 tons of diesel.

- Did you recover the body?
- Not yet.

What kind of name is Nagim?

Uh... Syrian, I think.

Did he have
ties to Syria?

Was he political?

We're going
to find all this out.

You might as well
just say what you know.

Cutty was born and raised
in America.

Oh. You know what, Tim?

Maybe all the parts
in your redundant system

just happened to fail
at the same time,

but that passenger train missed
piercing a tanker

carrying a lethal chemical
by about ten feet.

Oh, that's just a matter
of time, Agent.

Scary hazardous materials roll
through L.A. every single day

on 100-year-old tracks
with rusty, unguarded switches.

It's a miracle it
hasn't happened

up to this point-- a miracle.

Stay put.

Hey, thanks for coming.

Yeah, uh, so where
should I set up?

In here.
I'm downloading the railroad's

- electronic records.
- Okay.

(sirens whooping)

(crews clamoring,
tools clanking and whirring)

This is much worse
than I thought.

I don't know if my bots
can make a difference.

Charlie, the people
we're going for

are the lost causes.

Anything we can do for them
is better than nothing.

Hey... Hey, what's
the chemical count?

It's the same--
two parts per million,

but they haven't
located the leak yet.

How many we got in here?

Six remain that are still
giving off body heat,

but they're buried deep inside.

CHARLIE:
Hey.

Can I set up over here?

Yeah, sure, Charlie.

Are these the, um...?

The six still alive.

That's, uh, Estella,
William Ramirez.

They're the wife and son
of the engineer.

Probably died in
the initial fireball.

Frannie Driscoll, her daughter
was rescued earlier.

And that's Doug Abbott, 21.

He's, uh, traveling
with Susan Lang, 19.

Jeffrey Knight,
railroad steward.

He has a radio,
but it's dying.

COLBY:
Hey, Mr. Knight,

this is Agent Granger again.

How're you doing in there?

William and I
are hanging in.

I can't see the others.

WILLIAM: My leg hurts!
DAVID: You're a tough guy right?

Where's my dad?
Is he okay?

Hey, buddy,

your dad wants
you to be brave, okay?

You can do that, right?

(static)

Radio's dead.

So can we get them out of there?

We're worried about
destabilizing the wreckage,

or worse, the tanker.

Well, my bots should help
with that.

How?

They're going to explore the
debris.

They'll radio back
information on toxicity,

temperature, topography.

I'll add that
to your infrared layout.

We'll get a detailed map,

and we're going to get these
people out of there safely.

All right, I think I can get to
this one right here.

Yeah?
I'm gonna go for it.

All right, Charlie.

What did the bomb squad say?

Do they have any idea
what caused the derailment?

They can't find
the set-off point.

It could be on the track,
in which case,

it would be under
the wreckage.

Or a bomb could've been
on the cargo train itself,

the engineer was Syrian.

Either way,
it derails.

The passenger train

pierces the tanker,
ignites the chemicals,

releases toxic gas
into a densely populated area.

What are you basing
your theory on?

Don's thinking terrorism.

What, are you talking for me?
Don't do that.

You implied that...

You need to listen more and talk
less. You understand?

So we got no national security
events in the area

in the last 24 hours.

I'm running
a Risk Measure

with data from the railroad,

the chemical
company, the NSA

and the FBI
Counter-terrorism Unit.

But a terrorist attack
is not well-supported.

Right-- and what'd the
dispatcher say?

James Malin. NTSB interviewed
him on the scene,

did a drug-alcohol test,

then I released him
to go to his second job.

You what?

NTSB already
interviewed him.

We do our own interviews.
Go pick him up again.

All right, I'll check
on the Syrian engineer's

terrorist connections.

You know, just for kicks.

Amita, what do you think?

An accident?

I mean, there's no apparent
equipment or system failures.

But I'm going through
every keystroke

and voice communication
up to the crash.

Now, I'll have more of an
opinion in a few hours.

Medic!

We need a medic
over here!

Got her?
Yeah.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.

She's the last one
I could pull out

without destabilizing
the whole pile, though.

Easy.

How're the robots coming?

It's gonna be a little while.

Where... Where's my son?

It's okay, ma'am.

He's probably already been taken
to the hospital, ma'am.

He's okay.

No, no, no!

William was in front of me.

- Your son is William?
- Yes!

He's asthmatic;
I have to get him!

Easy, easy.
You let us take care of that.

You let us take care of it.

Where's my husband?
Ralph Ramirez.

He was driving the train.
Where is he?

I'm sorry.

No!

No! No!

No! William! William!

I have to get
William, please!

Take it easy.

(sobbing):
I have to get William!

- William!
- Shh, shh.

Calm down. Shh.

(indistinct conversations)

(camera whirring)

HazMat found one of the leaks,
but air quality remains the same

at two parts per million.

We'll see if it dissipates
in the next hour.

There's no way of knowing
what's inside the crushed car.

Charlie just inserted
the robots into the pile.

The swarmbots are giving us
an excellent transmission.

It's looking for
heat signatures.

(sighs)

(trilling)

(whispers):
Okay.

We have a fatality.

Yeah, but it looks like
there's a void right here

- we could probably climb into.
- No, no.

The bots are reporting
instability in that quadrant.

I believe the, uh, deceased is

Frannie Driscoll.

Well, she was alive,
generating a heat signal,

just a couple hours ago.

She probably couldn't handle
the methyl isocyanate.

You said the levels weren't
high enough to kill anybody.

CHARLIE: Not enough to kill
a healthy adult,

but the wounded, weakened,
children and the elderly

are much more
vulnerable.

So the boy and the old man
are in trouble.

William is more at risk
to corrosive agents,

because of the smaller diameter
of his airways.

William, it'll be okay.

You're gonna be
all right, okay?

We're coming for you.

She got the boy
on his cell phone.

William, William,
are you there?

I lost him,
I lost him.

I'll get cell phone numbers

for the rest of them.

(keypad beeping)

(trilling)

Did they get
everybody out?

You were the dispatcher.

Why were you in such a rush
to leave the scene?

I got two jobs.

And if I lose this one
'cause of the accident...

Why would you
lose your job?

Somebody's got to take the fall.

Ain't usually the big dogs.

So, if it's me,

I really need
the second job.

I-I got seven kids,
my wife's got Lupus...

Tell me about last night.

Shift starts
at 4:00.

Nothing unusual.

Around 7:00,
the Desert Pacific Rider

checks in at
mile post 112-9,

and I authorize the switch
at the south yard.

The conductor said that
the switch flag wasn't up.

Maybe it was stuck.

But I doubt it.

'Cause if there's any
mechanical problems,

it shows up on my screen
and the train's computer

and about three
or four backups.

NTSB said
no mechanical failure.

Just check the records.

I activated the switch when
the train was five minutes out.

And it-it worked.

Why would the conductor lie?

Maybe he was
coming in too fast.

Maybe he was doped up.

His tox screen was clean,
like yours.

Maybe it was a bomb.

It was terrorists?

Have you thought about that?

DON:
You think it was a derailment?

You have to get those
passengers out of there.

This crash could be
the end of my business.

Let me ask you something:
You guys run old trains?

No, nothing like that.

Until a couple months ago,
these hazardous chemicals

were transported by
Markovius Trucking.

Whoa.

Roman Markovius?
Yeah.

The mobster;
the king of trucking.

I underbid him.

- What, he threaten you?
- Well, he let me know

he doesn't like losing money.

But he better get used to it--
trucks are history.

He puts me out of business,

someone else is gonna pop up
to take my place.

(trilling)

This room looks promising.

Could you get
another one of your bots

- over there to check it out?
- They've already figured out

that they need to explore
that passage.

It's okay, baby.

It won't be long now, okay?

You try and slow down

your breathing, okay?

There's a leg right there.

It's a child's.

ESTELLA:
William! Oh no, William!

Shh, shh.

WILLIAM (over phone):
Mommy!

Hey, hey, it's okay, buddy.
No, it's all right.

- What's wrong?
- No, buddy, it's okay.

Your m-mom's fine.

She's doing just fine.

All right?

We're about
to suit up,

and we're gonna come in there,

and we're gonna come get you.

All right?

It's gonna be
a cool rescue.

Like "Iron Man."

Now, we're gonna
need your help, too.

Okay, buddy?

What's wrong with my mom?

(labored breathing)

Okay, baby, I'm back.

Okay, you be brave.

Come here a minute.

What's going on?

Man, you got
to be careful.

There's a possibility that
kid's not gonna make it.

You got to brace
yourself for that.

All right?

NIKKI: Word is you don't like
to lose money.

Well, luckily,
that's not happening.

You just lost

a big contract
to Desert Pacific Rail.

In general,
business is good.

Specifically,
I am not incentivized

to sabotage railroads,

as you are no doubt
about to accuse me.

Incenti-what?

I just bought a sizable stake

in rail transport.

It's my business now.

Why would I harm it?

DON:
Well, one reason is

you'd bring prices down.

You could snatch up inventory.

You think like a criminal.

That's how I catch them.

Diversification works better
than breaking kneecaps.

So I diversified.

We didn't touch
Desert Pacific Rail.

Richard Cory

sows the seeds
of his own demise.

Whatever that means.

213-555-0172.

That's Douglas Abbott, 21,
Portland, Oregon.

Douglas...

(weakly): Yeah.

This is Agent Granger of the
FBI.

Great, man. Where you been?
(coughs)

Listen, we're
coming in to get you.

Hey, ask him about the person
next to him.

Okay.

All right, David,
memorize this.

Nine meters straight in,

six meters left 30 degrees,

seven meters right 15 degrees--
you got it?

Got it.
All right.

Susan Lang. She's 19.

Seems to have a broken arm,
but otherwise...

DOUGLAS: This metal...
it's cooled down now.

I think I can push it
out of the way.

CHARLIE: What's he doing?
No, he'll cause a collapse.

No, no, no.
Tell him to stop!

- Tell him not to move.
- Doug, wait a minute.

COLBY:
Doug, don't-don't try to help.

Don't move anything.

No! Doug,
can you hear me?

Doug!

(phone clatters)

DAVID:
We can find ice on Mars,

but we can't get the people
in tangled metal 20 feet away.

You should try
and catch some Z's, David.

We've been going,
like, 40 hours now.

The other case was yesterday--
it feels like a week ago.

Look, uh, did you...
have you talked to, uh,

Doug and Susan's parents
in Oregon?

Did you call them?

We don't legally
know they're dead.

Their heat signatures are gone;
they're dead, okay?

And we know it.

Did you talk
to the parents or not?

They're flying in, David.

Take a break, all right?

Napping is the smartest
thing you can do right now.

Here's what I want to know.

The geniuses, they lost half
of their robots in the collapse.

Right? Now they're
starting over,

and they're mapping us
a way inside.

How long do we wait?

You gotta just chill, man.

Be brave for Mama, okay?.

How's he doing?

Hold on, William--
I'll be right back.

He can't breathe.

It's getting worse.

Try to get him to,
uh, remain calm.

How long are we
supposed to wait on

this Yellow Brick Road of yours?

Dial down
your attitude, man, I...

No. We lost six robots and two
people in that last collapse.

Now, you give me
a firm percentage.

on is hot air?at you're working

Hot air?

50%? 60%? You just tell me.

You want to cause
50 tons of steel

to crush this kid
and crack open a toxic tanker

so that we can all be dead
in the next half hour,

then you be my guest
and dive in there!

You can't guarantee that
it's not gonna happen

when I have a new map!

David, patience-- "patience
achieves more than force."

Edmund Burke, statesman.

"You take patience too far,
and then you have cowardice."

George Jackson,
Black Panther.

I have reprogrammed
this bot to locate

William's cell phone-- it should
find the most efficient route.

For a six-inch Tinker Toy.

I need...
I need to get in there.

I need you to find a space
that I can fit in.

That's what the other bots are
working on, okay? Listen.

Listen-- William's low
body weight makes him

more susceptible to
those toxins, all right?

- So, yeah, he's...
- He's dying.

He's dying.
Yeah, I know that.

And if he gets
this inhaler,

then it'll buy us more
time to get to him.

(quietly):
All right.

All right.

AMITA: I can't find what caused
the derailment.

I mean, the switch happened
four minutes before the crash.

How do you know that?

Because it's recorded here in
the computer output.

Yeah, but what's recorded?

The time of the dispatcher
hitting the button

or the actual switching
of the iron pieces?

That's a good question.

AMITA:
The switching sequence requires

two actions
from the dispatcher.

He entered the first command

at 7:01, before the crash.

Then nothing
for three and a half minutes.

Derailment occurred at 7:04.

The second command switch
was entered seven seconds later,

after the crash.

NIKKI:
NTSB said that

the switch happened
on time at 7:01.

AMITA: Think of it as a plane

that's scheduled to depart
at 7:00.

If it leaves the gate at 7:00,
then taxis across the tarmac

and actually takes off at 7:04,
the public record has it down

as an on-time departure at 7:00.

The time of the first
command is often recorded

as the time of completion,
usually because

it's just
a few seconds difference.

DON: He starts the sequence, but
he doesn't finish.

NIKKI:
And then, after derailment,

he finishes it on the computer,
even though the actual

physical switch
had already been destroyed.

But it's all recorded as if it
happened before the crash.

DON: And we're
absolutely sure

the command came from the
dispatcher's computer, right?

Not, like, a hacker...

electronic fingerprint.

All right, good. Let me know if
you get anywhere with that.

And Markovius was telling
the truth

about buying a stake
in the rail business.

The Organized Crime
Task Force says

he doesn't need
to play dirty, you know?

He makes his money
inside the system

just like any other
greedy businessman.

Right, like Richard Cory--
I mean, that guy bugs me.

I'll put him under the
microscope, see what I find.

Let's get that dispatcher
back in here, all right?

All right.

Mr. Malin, hey.

(snaps fingers)
Come on, wake up.

(exhales)

Anyone visit you

at work last night?

Hmm? No.

- No?
- Oh, wait a minute.

I'm not sure.

What night is it now?

What's today's date?

Last night was
the night of the crash.

Did anyone visit you?

No.

We have logs.
You could check 'em.

No one paid you
to look the other way

while they got
on your computer?

Are you crazy?

I would never do that.

You fell asleep.

Look at you, you can't
even keep your eyes open.

That's what
happened, isn't it?

You fell asleep while you
were making the switch.

- No. Why are you...
- The alarms went off,

and you woke up,
and then you finished it.

I made the switch.

Mr. Malin, that switch
was made after the crash.

This is a fact; we know it.

My wife is sick.

So I got to take care
of the kids between my jobs.

I haven't slept...

in about a week.

Last night, I...

I had trouble
focusing my eyes, so...

I thought
I finished the switch,

and...
I went into the bathroom

to put some cold water
on my face.

It used to be that
there were two of us

who worked the same shift,

but...

the company
made cutbacks.

When I came back in the room...

the alarms were going off,

and...

like you said, I just...

I didn't mean to.

(crying):
I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

(crying quietly)

CHARLIE:
The little bot who could.

Okay, William,
listen up, buddy.

We have this little robot

that's gonna make its way
over to you, all right?

It's gonna bring you
some medicine,

it's gonna help you
with your breathing, okay?

(weakly):
Okay.

I'm... thirsty.

DAVID:
I know, I know.

You're doing a great job, buddy.

Can you put Mr. Knight
on the phone?

Can you do that?

CHARLIE:
Three more meters.

This map will be complete
in a half hour,

if William can just hold on.

CHARLIE:
No, no, no.

What? What?
What happened?

Hold on. Hold on,
Mr. Knight, hold on.

It can't cross.
Why?

Because this bot has
to link to the other bots

in order to cross an opening
over ten inches wide.

Listen, now, we're gonna need
you to help us out here.

Okay? We need you to keep
William breathing slowly.

KNIGHT:
I can do that.

All right.

You think I-I... you think
I'm holding something back?

David, we're close.

You've been saying that
all night!

David, please.

No more waiting, Charlie.

Okay? No more waiting.

Now, come on. David.

No.

David!

(frustrated grunt)

(filtered breathing)

David's gone into the pile
without the map.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Um...

Come on, come on.
Okay, that's him.

All right, he's
on track so far.

He's been studying that
map for the last hour.

- David, can you hear me?
- He can hear you.

COLBY: All right, buddy, stay
cool-- you're doing great.

(filtered breathing)

That's a hot zone.
It's a hot zone.

What does that mean?
Is it toxic?

No, but there's fire
under that section.

That metal's really hot--
tell him to stay right.

All right, David,
you got to stay right.

Stay to the right, David.
To the right.

David...

(metal creaking)

(loud clattering)

David?

David!

David, can you hear me?
David!

DON: What the hell happened?

He went in for the rescue

before the route was clear;
he's not answering.

Charlie, is he...?

No, his heat signatures
are strong.

He's alive, but the collapse

increased the flow of toxic gas.

How do we get him out?
You got any ideas?

Well, have a map of the pile
before the crash.

We know where he went wrong.

- What about the robots?
- I lost them all.

But look, whatever fell
on David didn't kill him,

so I estimated a range
for that weight

and did a progressive
collapse analysis-- here.

Which tells us...?

Which pieces of the pick-up
sticks to remove to avoid

another collapse.

All right, well, tell us
where to make a hole.

I'll go in on a cable
and I'll pull him out.

(On radio): Stand by. We've got
a visual on Agent Granger.

MAN 2:
We're standing by as well.

MAN 3 (distant):
Steady...

MAN 4 (over radio):
Go ahead. I, uh, I see them.

They're lowering him down now.

Okay, stop.

All right, guys, down easy;
let me down easy.

Careful, careful.

(indistinct
radio communication)

(loud crash)

COLBY:
David?

David, can you hear me? David?

(beeping)

William, can you hear me?

(debris rumbling,
clattering)

Mr. Knight? Jeffrey Knight?!

(weakly):
Yes.

Can you reach me?

I'm trying.

(clattering)

All right, Charlie,
where is he?

He's crawling
toward William, Colby.

You're not far enough in.

All right, got ya.

I'm at a dead end, guys.

No, that can't be.

You must've taken
a wrong turn.

Well, I did exactly
what you said.

Nine straight in,
six left 30 degrees.

Seven right 15 degrees.

Colby, are you counting
in meters?

That's the problem.
I'm counting in yards.

I'll go back and do it right.

Well, you don't have to go back
to the beginning.

Just go to the first juncture

and add 3.28 feet.

Yeah, give or take .28 feet,
got it.

- And then recount from there.
- Will do.

I should have
double-checked that.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Everyone's exhausted.

(on radio):
All right, I see him.

David.

Thank you, God. Thank you.

David...

What took you
so long, man?

I don't know how
to get out of here.

Don't worry.
I left us bread crumbs.

We need to keep this mask
on his face.

I brought an inhaler.

I want you to breathe into that,
okay?

(wheezing breath)

(indistinct
radio communication)

(beeping)

(deep rumbling)

(rumbling stops,
Colby gasping)

Yeah.

Why don't you ease him
on over here?

(William wheezing weakly)

(grunting)

(rumbling, clattering)

Okay.
All right.

Here.

Okay, Mr. Knight,
it's your turn, sir.

I'm gonna hand
you this mask.

I want you to put it
on your face, okay?

Thank you. Thank you.

All right, guys,
we're coming out, okay?

Okay, good job.
You do that.

See you guys
on the outside.

(On radio): He's ready to come
out. I think he's got the boy.

Set him down.

All right, he's down.

There.
You've got him.

Easy now.
Unhook him.

Got it.

Oh, God, is he okay?
Oh, honey!

Is he okay?

Send that cable back over here,
will ya?!

All right, David, it's coming
back at ya, buddy.

Hang in there, man,
it's coming.

I don't know how.

Thank you.

Made it, Mr. Knight.

We made it.

I'm gonna lift
you up, all right?

All right, come on.
Easy.

COLBY:
Okay, they're on their way out.

(tires screeching)

(crashing)

Charlie, listen.
Hmm?

Hey, look, go home.
Go get some rest, man.

It's okay.

No... I gotta...
No, I know what happened.

Hey, I know what happened.

Just let me see
those train records.

I'll be able to prove it.

Whoa, whoa, prove what?

Listen, even if that switch
wasn't in the correct position,

that train should have come
to a stop

based on its weight and speed.

Actually, that's what
the conductor said.

Mm-hmm.

He runs his train with math.

Mass and velocity determine
the distance required to stop,

so he must have
had the wrong weight.

That train

was heavier
than that conductor thought,

making his calculations
for stopping incorrect.

Well, that I can check.

You did great.

Easy.

(sighs)

COLBY:
Hey, man, great job.

Yeah, yeah.
Killed my bots, man.

Yeah, well, they all
deserve Purple Hearts.

Put little badges
on the next ones.

Yeah, armor 'em
a little better.

Yeah.

You did great, Mr. Knight.

MAN: You're gonna be just fine,
sir. You did great.

Hold on. All right.

Ease off.

Sorry about that, Charlie.
I had to do it.

It's no sweat.

I was about to go in there
myself.

Agents, thanks
for your efforts.

Get your hands
behind your back.

You're under arrest.

For what?

Lying about the cargo tonnage
in order to save money,

so you could
undercut bids.

Sending out 12,000 tons.

Listed only 10,000.

Who'd you bribe
for that, by the way?

Maybe there was an error.

Yeah, like, how many times
you got away with it.

Do you know what?

We're gonna find out
all about that.

If you'd have played
by the rules--

yeah, there would have been
a switching error--

but that train would have
stopped in time.

None of this
would've even happened.

Tell me
that you've never cut corners

to get the job done.

Watch your head.
(thud, groan)

(sighs)

I don't want you doing stuff
like that, okay?

I want you being better than me.

You did all right today.

* One thing I'll say
for the less traveled way *

(sighs heavily)

Hey, man, wake up, I'll
give you a ride home.

Yeah... uh, yeah.

* Has twice the gravity

(snoring loudly)

* Get in and go
and you're one with the now *

* Turns inconsistently

* Arcs in a symphony

* Make your mind sharp
and aware of the holes *

* Fall through them steadily

* Slip through them readily

* One thing I'll say
for the less traveled way *

* Doesn't have subtlety

* Has twice the gravity.