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Dad, open the door.

No.

I've got work to do.

Come on, let me in.

How did you do that?

I locked the door.

You don't have a key. I missed you so much.

You can.

But I need you.

I'm not supposed to.

It's a secret.

The equation is based on the Euler language

equation.

Just apply it.

Did you just ask me that?

Go on.

Go on, lover.

I want to see how your mind works.

The velocity equals delta X over delta T.

Get out of my head!

Get out of my head.

Finish the equation, mother.

G to the power of 12 minus U over C squared R

cubed.

That's right.

Then L equals L equals LL over C

squared R.

I'll take these.

Pressure! Souvenirs.

What have you done to me?

In 1564, Nostradamus predicted the destruction of Earth in

three terrifying waves.

The first wave is here.

My name is Kate Foster.

These are my journals.

They killed my wife, drained me from murder.

Now I run, but I don't hide.

With the prophecies of Nostradamus as my guide, I seek them, I hunt them.

I will stop the first wave.

Quatrain 6, Century 8.

Where ivory towers meet the eastern sea, young trees of knowledge will fall.

Crushed. But the thorny vine of a red rose.

If Crazy Eddie's right, Nostradamus' idea of an ivory tower is here in

Boston, Mass.

A young Einstein at the National Institute of Applied Mathematics dropped

dead with bubbles in his blood.

Like he's a can of soda someone shook too fast.

Word on campus has it he was working on a government project.

Now the program needs a new boy wonder.

Looks like I'm finally going to make it to college.

Mom will be proud.

You could have called.

Elliot, I waited for two hours for you to pick me up.

Uh, I forgot.

There is nothing you forget. You computed satellite injection parameters

in your head.

And timeshare reference parameters?

Yes.

You remember astronomical conversions and forget about me.

Good morning, people.

New guy's on his way.

Cade Leach.

Ray, will you throw the confetti?

I'll roll the red carpet. Hank, you can beat the big bass drum.

Elliot, remember our talk.

We test in two days. We still don't have those birds in position. Go easy.

You need this guy to finish Ted's work.

Nobody can replace Ted.

Ted was brilliant.

But this guy's not chopped liver.

Ph.D. in quantum physics at 16.

Moscow teaching fellowship at 20. Check out Leach's resume.

I'll put it on the top of my reading list.

If we're lucky, we can calculate the value of the Doppler observables you're

stuck on. Look, I am not stuck. I just need more time.

Here's our new wunderkind.

Come in, Kate.

I'm Dr.

Allenson. This is Henrietta, our teaching assistant.

I prefer Hank.

No training quadratics.

That's too bad, Bucko. That's the foundation of what we do here.

And this would be Elliot Drake.

You two will be working together on our satellite communications project.

If you can keep up. No, no, Elliot.

Dr. Tennant sent us a glowing email last night, called Mr. Leach here the best

problem solver in Stanford history.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, if he's so great... See him solve that.

Part of what Ted left unfinished.

Ah.

Well, um... Big R,

small p to the square of 2.

Wavy little equal sign.

1 dash e squared cos squared... Where did you get this freak?

Large R, small p, with a...

Equals sine polar radius equals 6356912.

Oh, man, this is rich.

Mr. Leach, something tells me you may not be ready for our level of work.

Okay. Okay, here's where you're stuck.

The n-body Lagrangian L of the Brands-Dick theory cannot be expressed

as a particular body I.

Doppler...

Not a way to equal sign.

Dash two.

D.

Robert.

TP. D.

E.

My God, that's it?

Cade, you're a godsend.

Hank, set him up next door. Elliot, get Cade's help with those Doppler values.

We have a test to prepare for.

He can do the damn thing himself.

Just excuse me. Elliot?

He'll come around.

It is so good to have him.

Foster? You there?

Relax, I'm adjusting the earpiece.

Just make sure you can hear my voice or you'll lose your pocket PhD.

You left me hanging in there. What the hell happened?

I'm a little rusty on my quadratics.

Hank, the teaching assist? She's our weak link.

Gut feeling says she'll talk about Ted. Yeah, well, maybe something else she'll

talk about.

This ain't no communications project.

You computed geosynchronous orbital trajectories in there. It means they

want these satellites highly maneuverable. I smell government

footprints all over this baby.

Hey, slow down.

No, no, I think I'm onto something with this government thing. Shh.

Excuse me?

Not you.

Sometimes I have these voices in my head. They speak to me. I call it my

genius.

Finally, a little respect.

Problems with Elliot? I couldn't help but notice.

No.

There never used to be.

That's not true. No, he's always been insufferable. So why are you with him,

then?

Guess I'm a sucker for men I can't figure out.

You mean men who are arrogant and self-absorbed?

No.

Elliot is one of the smartest men in America.

And look at me.

I am looking.

You can do better than Elliot Drake.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Hey, Hank, wait, a favor.

Dr. Allison wants me to get Ted's books and logs.

And I've been lost twice already today.

Okay.

I feel bad for the poor guy.

They figured it out yet?

Coroner said Ted's blood filled with nitrogen.

Happens when the body is exposed to prolonged pressure.

Gas embolism forming out of a stroke.

Decompression sickness.

When a decrease in pressure occurs too fast.

Well, that's a scuba diving condition, isn't it?

I don't even think Ted took baths.

Can we hurry up? This place freaks me out.

Tracking station parameters.

Projectory equivalents.

Military applications.

Told you.

Call me.

I'm on a roll.

They told me we were working on a communications satellite system. These

books sound military.

I couldn't say for sure.

They've been secretive about the project.

I had a bad feeling about this, Hank.

How's Elliot taking Ted's death? He upset?

More like distracted. Like he's always got something on his mind.

I know that girl.

Last week at the Wild Coyote, she hit on Elliot right in front of me.

Hey, your first clue, Foster.

Go have a beer on me.

You're never going to drive, please.

Kate Leach.

Been looking for you.

And how do you know my name?

Newest star of the physics program.

I'm making my business, you know.

And what business would that be, miss?

Call me Lara.

A student in philosophy.

Ah, seeker of answers.

Now you should know better.

Answers only give rise to more questions.

It's the heart of philosophy.

And let me guess.

Your philosophy is to work your way through the physics program until you

find the right answer.

Well, what can I say?

I like smart men.

So they say you solved Ted Ekman's equation.

Just a matter of minimizing the sum of weighted squared things observed in

computed quantities.

It's just a matter of figuring the damn thing out.

What do you care?

I want to know what you know.

You're not telling me something.

Hey, what's happening?

I'm a fugitive.

Wanted for murder.

Addison, Frank.

What's going on?

They destroyed my life.

Took the woman I loved.

He lost her.

I'm all alone.

Still no answer at Elliot's.

You think he's with her?

Well, that's what I'm afraid of.

This woman has a power.

Yeah, beautiful women always do.

Not like this one.

When Laura came after me in the bar, it was like she reached into my brain.

You sure it wasn't your pants?

I'm sorry.

It's just she hit on Elliot.

Listen, Hank, this woman's dangerous.

She targeted Ted and he died.

Then she came after Elliot.

Now me.

What does she want Elliot for?

Certainly not his charm.

You want to wait till he dies to find out?

Press around the satellites.

Hank, are you sure you're not holding back on the satellite project?

No. I only know what they tell me.

I did overhear Dr. Allenson call it a G7 project. Bingo.

Classified military tags.

There's still no answer.

So why didn't you go home with Laura?

I might have.

She gets in your head. She's hard to resist.

So why didn't you go?

Laura found out I'm a fraud.

Doctor.

Doctor, what are you doing?

I don't understand.

I'm no PhD.

I wouldn't know the value of pie from the... Don't do it.

You solved Ted's equation. I saw it.

There are maybe three other minds in the world could work those numbers.

You're right. Listen to me, Walter.

And one of them is on the other end of this.

Walter, you're wanted for murder.

Keep your mouth shut.

Are you working for the police?

No, myself.

I think the same forces behind Ted's death killed my wife. I can't explain.

But I need your help. I need you to trust me.

Well, I'm a sucker for men I can't figure out. I guess that includes you.

Thank you.

Now listen, maybe Elliot's home and he's just not picking up.

Can you take me over to his place?

Yeah, okay.

I want to talk about what happened last time.

What happened?

Well, you're right.

Look, don't blame me for stupid, okay? You know what I mean.

No, I don't know.

I certainly don't blame you for stupid.

My body, your mind.

The ultimate union of beauty and intellect.

Isn't that how you describe it?

Not like this.

I'm just giving you what you wanted.

And give me what I want.

What are those numbers, Elliot?

Ted Williams.

On base percentage and record batting average.

Now let's try this again.

2212.

Oh, please don't stop.

It's Elliot.

Hurry.

28.

14.

4.

Thank you, Elliot.

Oh, no, please don't go.

boy was making time with laura then he's got the bends only way to save him is to

find a decompression chamber it's the bench he has the bench we need a

decompression chamber all right there's uh there's a marine biology lab on

campus help me okay

okay

atmosphere is normal you can talk to him

He saved your life, Elliot.

You were with Lara, weren't you?

How did you know about Lara?

Look, she had control over me, I swear. It's like I was watching myself doing

and saying things that I didn't want.

What kinds of things did you say?

What kinds of things did you do?

I didn't mean to have sex with her, please.

I finally figured you out, Elliot.

You're a son of a bitch.

Hank.

You really know how to treat a lady.

Let's cut to the chase, bright eyes.

We're not working on a communications satellite, are we?

Leave me alone.

I gotta think it's a government project.

If so, you gave Laura classified information.

Come clean it, maybe I can get you out of this.

What's our project?

What are we testing tomorrow, Elliot?

Help me out or I'm gone.

Okay.

See you, Elliot.

Wait.

The satellite project was commissioned by the National Security Council.

And they are communication satellites, like you were told, but they have other

functions.

Functions?

What kind of functions?

Each bird is equipped with nuclear warheads and launch capability.

What did you tell Laura, Elliot?

I gave her the launch codes.

A string of satellites armed with nukes?

That's where my tax dollars are going?

You don't pay taxes, Eddie.

Okay.

Here's my theory.

Government-built weapon systems cloaked as communication satellites.

Aliens get wind of it, send a cute little package to pluck the launch

codes.

She's one of them.

No, I'm not.

I'll say this once.

Leave.

Not until I find out who you are.

I know who you are.

Kate Foster.

Wanted for murder.

When I read your mind in that bar, I knew you were innocent.

You're a good man.

And that's rare today.

But if you stay, I will be forced to kill you. If you can read my mind, you

know I'll never quit.

That's what I thought you'd say.

And that's why I called the cops.

Hold it!

Eddie, pull up the NIA website!

The campus map! I'm headed east across the main square!

North of the cafeteria, you're going to see a complex.

Gymnasium.

An alley behind.

Gymnasium's on the left.

There's a back alley behind the gym. It leads to the faculty parking lot.

Hey,

officer, someone's trying to tap into my system.

Encryption codes are going to only last 10 seconds. I've got to shut down or

they're going to have a trace on me.

I know, little buddy.

Hey, guys, relax!

Hello, Kate Foster.

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

Time to hang up the telephone.

Cade Foster.

Petty crook.

Convicted murderer.

Escaped lunatic.

Never said I was perfect.

Your flight's been impressive.

Till now.

You committed a tactical error, son.

You crossed over onto my turf.

And who are you?

I'm Colonel Grace.

National Security Council.

What do you know about this woman?

Safe sex is out of the question.

Lara Korchenko, Ukrainian.

In 1979, a 1,200-pound ox cart collapsed on her father's leg.

Lara lifted the cart with her mind.

We went to her parents, got a deal.

You bought her from her parents?

She was extraordinarily adept at what I like to call Mata Hari operations.

Pulling secrets from unwilling sources.

You turned her into a killer. I turned her into a professional.

But apparently she harbored quite a bit of resentment at having been forcibly

removed from her family.

Can't say I blame her. At the height of her training, Lara killed three of my

men.

Then began selling her services to the highest bidder.

So who's the highest bidder this time?

Aliens?

Sirapchik, from the Department of Criminal Investigation.

Notice your murder conviction has been expunged.

You're an innocent man.

I am an innocent man.

This is your chance for freedom.

There won't be another.

Capture Lara Kortenko.

I want her back alive.

If the NSC can't find her, what makes you think I can?

Your presence was foretold.

Isn't that what you believe, Kate?

We're done here.

Kate? I hope that's you.

You're way behind schedule for the test.

Hi, Professor.

What the hell? You can't be here.

Almost done.

Those are security codes.

Hands off, please.

It's you.

Well, I suppose you told Dr. Allison everything.

I'm gonna have to screw you, Elliot.

Why are you so eager to help me?

Laura, your dream date. Where does she live?

Ah, Laura got you too, huh?

That bitch.

She picked me up at the wall, Coyote.

Couldn't tell you where she lives, though.

She always came to me, dude. I liked it that way.

You were scared when I walked through that door.

Who were you expecting?

Lara wasn't squeezing my brain for freshness.

She wanted to kill me. I could feel it. Think she'll be back to finish the job?

She got the information she needed. Why would she want to kill me?

Because you can rebuild the satellites.

You're a threat to them.

I'm going to get you out of this, Elliot.

What time did they shut this place down last night?

10 o'clock.

You're safe till then.

So you won't risk a visit here during business hours.

I'll be back before closing.

These are all KG machines with crypto clearance. They exceed CIA and NSA data

encryption standards.

The user-friendly language that's... We need a password.

Got one?

No. Elliot does.

Changes all the time depending on what comic book hero he's into.

Okay.

Well, we got one more shot.

Any further attempt and it sends a Title 18 alert to the feds.

Elliot was living a wet fantasy with Laura.

Who's the comic book Casanova?

Nice.

Okay. Now what?

These satellites are meant for more than communication.

Allenton said they were going to test the system tomorrow. What kind of test?

Well, it seems to be an executable simulation program, but it's locked.

I need them in the room.

Oh, what do we do?

Nothing right now.

We have to report this.

We will, Hank, we will, but not now.

No cop can undo the damage that Laura's already done to the system.

You can.

Demonstration test.

This is no national defense system.

It's a planetary defense system. Against what?

Asteroids?

No.

Against an invasion by extraterrestrials.

Wait, there's more.

Oh, my God.

Lara programmed the system to self-destruct.

The nuclear rain from a blast like that would kill hundreds of thousands of

people.

Including us.

Okay. Lara got in through the mail server.

The email carrying a shell script that exploited a security hole in the send

mail program.

If she could access the computer through the phone, why would she come into the

lab? To freeze us out. She manually downloaded a gigabyte of security and

antivirus software.

Unless we get past it, the countdown continues.

We only have a few hours.

This could take a few days.

These programs use a password?

Sure. But Lara would have chosen an alphanumeric one. There's no way we'll

guess it.

She'd have to tell us.

And that's what she'll have to do.

It's almost time. Let's go.

Good night, nice flight.

Get

me

out of here, Kate!

Not until you give me the password.

You can't keep me in here. What?

Oh, God.

Look out!

Grab that chain, Hank.

Let's hope she can't move things from that sealed door.

Laura?

Thousands of people will die.

Give me the password!

choice, Laura.

It's gonna do to you what you did to them. It puts you under pressure.

Take the rising pressure, Laura.

Take the fall.

this time.

I'm sorry for what happened to you, Laura.

Be careful who you trust, Kate Foster.

That's the last one.

I can't believe it's over.

I'm free.

I can't.

I should phone the police now.

Dr. Allen's in there.

We have a lot to celebrate.

I'm looking forward to that.

I just, I just got a quick phone call to make first.

It's been a long time.

Hank, can we, uh, can we talk?

Listen, uh, I've been an ass.

A royal ass, and I know that.

Yes, you have.

And I want to say I'm sorry.

If I can make it up,

if you'll let me.

I believe that you mean that, Elliot.

I really do.

I just don't think so.

Okay.

Thank you.

What was that about?

My self-respect.

Hello? Hello, is Kate Leach there?

Yeah, he's here.

It's for you.

Hello? Foster, this is Eddie.

Had a trace on Henrietta's phone. I've secured the line.

What's up, Eddie?

I checked your Chicago warrants. They weren't expunged.

You gotta go, Foster. You're still a wanted man.

If a man gives you freedom...

It is not freedom.

Freedom is something you take for yourself.

Ask Laura Korchenko.

Or ask me.

I learned that lesson today as I left Boston the way I came.

On the run.