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Breach team two, copy.

Immunity agreement and extradition waiver.

Sign them, and I'll tell you how I hacked into NASA.

Crossbow to command.

We have Scorpion.

He's just a kid.

Team leaders, maintain position until evac.

Target is acquired.

It's just one of the shuttle blueprints from a wall.

What's your name, son?

Walter?

Walter?

Are you listening?

Yes, you said I didn't see this coming at all. I can't believe you're breaking

up with me.

I'll admit you have been patient.

Longest three months of my life. You're not easy, Walter.

I thought this might help. Throughout our relationship, you've accused me

correctly of being unable to connect with your emotional states.

So, I mapped out what I anticipate you'll experience over the next few

minutes. You wrote a document to connect with me emotionally?

And this is a decision tree. This is just to help you through this. I pay to

fix wireless, not talk.

You scheduled our breakup on a job? To be more efficient.

You may be trying, Walter, but you're still a million miles from normal.

Smells so good today. What is that? Your cologne? I love it.

Keith, no making a mess.

Wait.

Again, your boy's all over it with the shakers. I know. Nemo's. I know. He's

just having a hard time adjusting in school.

He'll be back next week.

Promise.

It's okay.

Mr. Chinakos just likes to keep things neat.

Remember when you talked about that kind of thing before?

Doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, okay?

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

No, but you should help him.

Wireless is up.

Don't yell at that boy.

I'm broke!

If you're sick of being broke for $108.3, which month has 28 days?

All of them. I actually know this one.

February? We have a winner!

Idiots. Okay, so if my math is

right, and it is, we can siphon 700 kilowatts a month through the fall

before anyone even notices.

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? Over 30,000 shock-related accidents happen

every year. Please? I got it.

Please? Power's up. Why are you...

Stealing electricity?

Just borrowing it until they turn our power back on. I thought we were paying

the bills after the Credit National job. I was.

I worked for three days on this great loss algorithm for credit risk. You got

lost in the numbers and you forgot to pay the electric bill. And the water

bill and our rent and the payment was all in cash, which got misplaced. It's

somewhere close.

When's the last time you ate? You mean like food?

Okay, it's cool.

I finished the Linwood job. Toby's picking up the feet. Toby? Why not you?

I built a contractor, an automated conveyance system, and he called me

sugar. So I hit him in the mouth.

And Toby is where exactly?

What's this now? Just one minute.

Uh, Toby?

Tell me you have the Linwood payment. First, can I note how I nearly tripled

the Linwood payment? So those thugs are chasing you down to give you a big

congratulations? I beat them at poker.

They're born chumps. Pupils, they dilate like saucers whenever they get a good

hand. A Harvard-trained behaviorist should know that people don't like to

get cheated.

I hate you.

No, you don't. We have a combined IQ of nearly 700 and we can't even pay our

bills. We had a bad day. We've been at this for two years.

The whole reason why I started this company is because we have more to offer

than just fixing routers. Walter, I'm reading a textbook panic response to

normal financial stressors. Okay, if this thing is going south, Walt, just

let me know. Because I have a cousin who owns a garage in Phoenix. No matter how

hard we try, and I know we're all trying, we're a million miles from

normal.

Your timing's perfect. Guy in there ripped us off.

I'll put a bag of pills in your pocket fat enough to get you a room in Lompoc.

Understand?

Now hit it.

Homeland Security!

Is this you? No. We're looking for Walter O'Brien.

It's Veg.

No, no, no, no. Get out. Get out.

Get out of here now. I wouldn't be here if I weren't desperate, trust me. Trust

you? Was that a joke?

Were you?

He's federal agent Cabe Gallo.

We worked together years ago.

The outcome was unfavorable. Put it aside, O'Brien.

I need you.

45 minutes ago, there was an automatic software upgrade in the LAX control

tower. It had a bug.

Now the entire system's down.

All the communications are down. Contact's been lost between Long Beach

LAX and Burbank.

Incoming flights have been diverted, but the ones that were about to start their

descent, 56 of them, are out of comm range.

NSA's trying to work a satellite hookup.

FBI is attempting a Morse code signal from the observatory.

We need you on software.

Without landing guidance, those planes run out of fuel.

And crash.

And crash, Walter.

Sounds like catastrophe is imminent.

So go find someone else now. How about a certified federal check for $50,000 in

each of your pockets?

I ran checks on all of you.

Mechanical prodigy, world-class shrink, a human calculator.

Brilliant minds working at half capacity.

You want to do something meaningful?

Here's your chance.

You don't. People in metal will be falling from the sky in less than two

hours.

It's your call.

Even with half my IQ, I wouldn't be dumb enough to believe you twice.

Put it aside.

Forget about it and move on. It's not an option for people with photographic

memories. Give us a minute.

What the hell are you doing?

I was mirroring you so your subconscious could relate to me. I thought it would

help you relax.

Do you think it's working?

Breaking this down logically, we're not just going to let those people fall out

of the sky.

I'm telling you, I don't trust them.

I get it.

But without an influx of capital, these two are just going to go back to hacking

banks. And the next forensic analyst they run into won't be as nice as you.

Now, personally, I'm cool.

I can handle myself.

Time is wasting.

We've got 56 planes to land.

LAX Tower Control is the main hub for all the other airports. Fix the software

there at AutoCorrects in Long Beach and Burbank. So the new software is the

glitch. First step is to delete that, then download the old software. Should

be enough for the planes to land. So you're doing it. We go to LAX.

We fix the software.

We are at a 90% chance of success. Got your equipment?

Mine too, please.

Must have been keeping tabs on me to find me so quickly.

I got promoted to the LA office.

It only makes sense that I would track you down. Your body language suggests

that's about half the truth.

Of course, there's a 10% chance that everyone dies.

You cross me on this, I'll go online, and in less than an hour,

I will erase you.

Sorry for the delay, folks.

We should have some more information shortly.

Thank you for your patience.

Still no contact.

Your cell?

Nothing. Back in the Air Force, I once dropped down to 1,500 feet to catch a

signal. If we descend without comms, we could run into another plane.

I'm sure there's an army of people working on this as we speak.

When the FBI and the NSA fail, do we get some kind of bonus here? I'd be willing

to go double or nothing, but I'm just saying. You're your top choice for this.

Walter O'Brien is one of the five smartest people alive, so yes.

Copy that. Call a helicopter.

Air traffic's been shut down until the situation's resolved.

Helicopter, we're down to a 17% chance of success. Type down, Rain Man. Call

him out again.

You better hope the feds have a good dental plan. This is what we get with a

car full of geniuses? You'll get us a solution if everyone keeps their mouths

shut. Everyone quiet!

We don't need to go to LAX. We just need a reliable wireless signal with no

chance of going down.

I just fixed one a mile north of here.

Agent Gallo, Homeland Security.

We need to commandeer your diner for a national emergency.

You can stay, but that's it.

Everybody out. Come on, everybody out. Come on, come on. No, no, no, no, no.

You pay tomorrow. Come on. Come on. Out, out, out.

Come on.

What are you doing? Any idea of the bacteria on countertops? Just from

shipping alone, there are over 20 diseases you can get from exposure.

This is wildly upsetting.

No, no, no, no. You stay.

Uh, Nemos, no customers, no tips, and I cannot leave Ralph here without...

Listen, my immigration status makes me not so comfortable around federal

agents.

You lock up.

Ralph?

Good to see you again.

Roughly 89 minutes until the first plane goes down.

Their lives are in our hands.

Is there something wrong at LAX?

It's top secret.

How can it be top secret if the guy who set up our wireless is working on it?

Abby, script a post-check for after the system's stabilized.

Sylvester, run the odds on the patch linking back into the software. We do

not want the same problem tomorrow.

Toby, look for a saboteur.

Walter, look for coffee.

This is gonna take me like 90 seconds.

Screw this up. Brains and guts are gonna bounce all over town.

Actually, fuel tanks ignite on impact.

You won't find a body part.

Eh, blood-soaked spleen could burn at a slower rate. Hey.

Please check your language around my nine-year-old.

Be decent in my place of work.

Thank you.

Secure channel to LAX. Air traffic supervisor's on the line. His name is

Brooks.

Mr. Brooks, I'm hacking into airport security. I'm going to rotate your

cameras to point at the monitors. I'll see it remotely, and I'll walk you

through each step.

Who am I on with here?

I am not comfortable with you hacking into anything at this airport. Then

don't make it so easy. To answer your question, my name is Walter O'Brien, and

I was brought in to fix your problem, since you're not capable of doing it

yourself. Look behind you. Say hello to the camera, Mr. Brooks. I'm at your 10 o

'clock. Our goal is to reboot your computer and land those planes. To do

that, hit Control-C right in between the flickers at the exact moment that I say

now. Ready?

Now.

I miss this too fast.

Moving on. You, short sleeves, tie. You in the glasses. You code, right?

A little.

How'd you know?

Lucky guess. What's your name?

Randy. Randy. Take Mr. Brooks' seat.

You guys are talking about planes going down. I'm just an intern.

You just got promoted. Sit down. Mr. Brooks, can you get Randy the original

installation disk to download?

That software was installed 15 years ago. I have no idea where it is. The

company went out of business.

Where do you back up your data?

Blackstone Data Storage.

a copy of the old software from the backup server. I email it to Brooks. He

clicks a link, and the system is up and running as if the corrupted software was

never downloaded.

Blackstone's on Ventura, northeast, opposite direction of the gridlock.

You should know that the data's backed up to the latest software every 12 hours

on the 5.

So in 20 minutes, the last remaining usable software will be corrupted. Happy

Toby, get to the server and get me that backup disk.

Sylvester called the data center. Tell them we're on our way. I'm going to prep

here to relay to LAX. Bates!

Take him. Stay in contact.

Walter, he told that waitress I'm gonna be right back. Okay.

In situations like this, carelessness mistakes.

They will haunt you. I know this from experience. Walter.

I'm always on point.

Have you seen my hat?

Here. I thought you might be thirsty.

Thank you.

You have anemia.

That turns fingernails pitted. That's why your polish looks streaky. You need

more iron.

Okay.

I don't recall asking Einstein.

Einstein had a 160 IQ. Mine's 197.

Wow, so you must know everything about me if you're that smart.

You have no-name sneakers.

He has orthotics. Whatever you have goes to Ralph. The inflammation under your

eyes from the lack of sunlight comes from working two jobs.

As for the boy's father, I've made calculated assumptions in the realm of

interpersonal communication issues.

Uh, so we split because I have issues communicating and I thought it was the

blonde in Tahoe. Who the hell are you to tell me that my polish looks cheap?

That hurts my feelings.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I recognize that. I've been told things like that a lot before. And my

polish streaks because Ralph does it. He loves to paint. And don't tell me that

he needs help either. He's challenged.

Have some empathy.

It's a challenge, huh?

Look at Sylvester and him. Do you know what they're doing?

The matches are the king. The jelly is the queen.

The sugar packets are the knights.

He's playing chess with a grandmaster who's about to lose.

Walter, you see this?

Checkmate in eight moves.

This kid is amazing.

And he doesn't like to paint your nails.

He does it because he wants to hold your hand, but he can't process physical

contact.

So help him.

Or he will never connect with you.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your son is a genius.

Walter, we're approaching the Daddy Center.

We should have the backup hard drive soon.

Copy that, Happy. Standing by.

It should be open 24-7.

We'll click they cut out.

Walt, we got a problem. No one's home.

You're the mechanical engineer.

Pick the lock.

I have my tools, but it'll take a lot longer than the six minutes we have

before the bad software backs up onto the servers.

Bates, get him in. Step aside.

Are you insane?

You're the one putting hands on a fence. That is 75-millimeter, six-letter

polycarbonate casing. It won't break, but a round could deflect and kill

somebody.

Please don't let the Fed talk anymore.

We're down to a 4% chance of success.

Five minutes from now, the software we need disappears forever. If that

happens, 20,000 people die.

Hey, Ralph, let's go in the office, okay?

We've got to abandon the data center. We've got to pull the team back, get

four minds working together at once, and then maybe within an hour we'll be able

to... By then, the first two planes will be out of fuel.

Do you really think you can come up with an option by then? Hold on. You're just

accepting two planes going down. Lose two planes to save 54. That's a trade

we're going to have to make. Contact the FAA and tell them these two flights are

terminal. Agent Gallo is implementing the greater good theory.

Loss is acceptable as long as the resultant gain is large enough. No, it

isn't. You save everybody. Normal people save everybody.

I'm not normal. I don't care.

Use that 197 IQ of yours. Take a deep breath and reset.

Reset. Happy, we need to reset the door lock. We need to brown out 10 blocks

around the data center. Kill electricity to part of Los Angeles? Just turn it off

in that one building. We can't focus a surge that precisely, but a brief power

surge will open up the door and we'll be able to get in.

You're going to owe me a new slim fit. All right, we need to find a municipal

junction box that covers that area. It should be on a commercial street. Of

course.

Got one! All right.

Calculate the kilowatts it'll take to overpower a surge within a 10-block

radius. No, no, no, no, no. Not now, Sebastian. Wait, wait, wait. What are

you doing?

I can't calculate without order. It's my process. My process involves my foot in

your ass. Hold on.

Here. One piece.

It's the biggest and the smallest, so it's in order.

That works.

Sylvester, I don't want to hurt your processor. 500,000 kilowatts. All right.

We need exactly 500,000 kilowatts. Can you handle that? Come on. Who rigged our

whole office this morning?

I'm on it.

Ready?

Here we go.

We're in. We're in.

There.

Not good.

We have less than a minute.

Which one is it? Okay, these servers run the facility, so the clients would be in

the cage.

Yeah, this guy.

He's the boss.

Cufflinks, tie-clip, anal micromanager. Makes all the calls as to what gets

stored where. Look at his belt tail. He's a lefty. So we eliminate the right

-side servers. He'd subconsciously put a big client like LAX on his dominant hand

side. There's still about 250 servers.

Okay, you think LAX, you think planes. You think planes, you think high. So

eliminate the bottom three shelves. 100 servers left. 10 seconds. Get on it.

There's, what, five, six tops?

So it won't be the top shelf. Napoleonic boss fan would never use a stepladder in

front of his employees. So it's one of these.

This one.

Thumbs up.

How did you know for sure?

Because it says LAX right here.

Oh, you are impressed.

He doesn't even know we're here.

He's wondering if those flashlights can be powered by the heat of the hand that

holds them.

Or he's calculating the cubic footage of the octagon clock.

He thinks about anything.

Everything. Did you let him beat you earlier?

No.

I had no idea he even liked Jess.

Few parents meaningfully engage with mentally-enabled children.

It's not your fault.

It's just... how we are.

How did your parents handle it?

I haven't spoken to them in ten years.

NSA satellite link failed.

Where the hell are your people?

Kid Toby doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.

Toby grew up penniless, gambled his way through school. Even then, he got his

doctorate at the age of 17.

Sometimes people like us need repair before you can fit into your world. I

know the aftermath was devastating.

I did keep tabs on you.

Seat backs and tray tables up, those planes are as good as landing. Endlessly

patting himself on the back, full ride.

Just won a statue with me at LAX. Now what? Easy as sending a file. Mr.

Brooks, in a moment you'll receive a bug-free version of the software. All

you have to do is open your email and click a link.

Hard drive's frozen, files are corrupted.

They're useless.

We took it out as carefully as we could. How'd you transport it? It was wrapped

in a towel, tucked in a door console, so I wouldn't drop it.

Was there an audio speaker in the door? Yeah.

So?

What? Magnet erased the hard drive. It's useless now. No, no, no. It's not my

fault. I didn't know anything about magnets and car speakers.

You've stolen hundreds of them, Toby.

Oh. No place on Earth has what we need.

FBI just texted.

They're out, too.

We're at less than 1%. Walter.

You know what I'm gonna tell you? There's a fourth team tracking the

planes via radar.

Circling over the ocean.

Fighter jets.

You'll shoot them down.

Same protocol was activated in 9-11 to prevent possible ground casualties.

Can you think of anything we can do?

Contact Director Merrick. Tell him we need to activate the fourth option.

Hey.

Walter. I know what's going on.

Actually, there's only 100 people in the world who really know anything, and

unfortunately, you're not one of them. You're doing what Ralph does when he

doesn't understand how to fix a problem. He panics and shuts down. When you don't

know something, you feel like you don't know anything. For all practical

purposes, I have no right brain. People with high IQ tend to have low EQ. That's

emotional quotient. So these big speeches, pep talks, they don't work on

me. They work on athletes, they work on children, they work on waitresses. They

don't work on people like me. Oh, I get it. I'm the dumb waitress. I never

called you that. But I'm smart enough to know that you're scared.

You don't know how to solve the problem and you're terrified because people will

die. Well, they won't die because of me. And they won't live because of you

either because you're just giving up and walking away.

Don't lecture me about how people dying will make me feel. I already know.

What does that mean?

Walter.

What does that mean?

Hey, sweetheart, let's go back inside, okay?

Yes, sir, I understand. I'll draft an alert for the emergency broadcast system

ASAP. Don't hang up.

Well, then there's still a chance.

Put a pin in that, sir. We may have something here.

Software's on the planes.

They use a duplicate copy to communicate with the tower. Now, if they took off

before this morning's update, like a flight from Australia or New Zealand,

they'll still have the bug-free software on board. Okay.

We still have the same problem.

What we need is seven miles over our head, and there's no way to get in touch

with the people who have it.

Yes, there is.

A Clemmer Airfield is 20 minutes away. Get me there in 10 and I can download

that software.

If you're going to shut down all the roads that lead to Clemmer Airfield,

there's going to be lots of moving parts.

I still think it's the wrong play. The runways are too short there. It's just a

low flyby. There's a neighborhood next door. If something goes wrong, you take

out half a block.

It's actually four blocks, but I won't let that happen.

I don't know if that's going to be enough to get LAPD to set up rolling

roadblocks. We're talking about major roads in a major city.

There's safety risks. There's procedures. I know what you're doing.

You're covering yourself in case of casualties. I don't put protocol over

lies. Lives?

Suddenly you're worried about lives? We can debate the past later. Right now, if

you want my help, then let me make the calls and see if I can't get this done

for you.

Let's go.

I know you think she's helping, but we don't have time for bureaucracy right

now. Happy, if I hack you into the DOT, can you manipulate the traffic signals?

They're on standard sequencers. Don't see one on them. So you shut down the

roads. We drive fast as hell. We might be able to pull this off. Toby, I need

you to check the manifest.

There's a passenger up there whose phone is still on. Walt.

I got this. Don't worry. All right. I'm going to need to upgrade my wireless

antenna software to pick up the signal from the plane, so someone's going to

have to drive me there.

I don't have my license, but I'm a robust guy. I understand the basic

mechanics of how it works. Sylvester, I really need you here helping Toby.

But thank you, pal.

Uh, driving through L.A. with nothing but green lights has kind of always been

a fantasy of mine.

At high speed? No.

Somebody's got to drive.

Come here.

Your son wants you.

I've tried really hard, but I've never been able to fully connect with him, not

in the way that I've seen him connect with you guys today.

What my son needs is to see me help you.

Please, Walter.

You're a good mom.

We're a very bad one.

No, we need the roads blocked the entire time. Why do I need to call the highway

patrol if we're only staying on side streets?

What the... Okay, Walter, I'm tracking you on the traffic camps.

They should start changing now.

There's 440 people on the flight. They all have their phones off because

they're on a damn plane. How the hell am I supposed to communicate with them? I'm

checking sick alert.

You should head south on Hilgard to Manning, then Santa Monica to Bundy.

I'll get you a clear path.

I think that's Agent Gallo.

Keep driving.

Scott, stay frosty. I can't get the light on Barrington to change over.

What the hell was that?

Greater good theory in practice.

Now just get to that airfield and don't make me regret this.

We're almost there. Toby, did you find a passenger on one of those planes with an

active phone?

Sylvester, I need more passenger names.

Develop software technology is too old to do any of this in five minutes.

And even if someone's phone was on, how do we get in touch with them at 36,000

feet? Old technology.

That's it. We find someone with an out-of-date analog phone.

The receivers are ten times stronger than smartphones.

They can get a signal up there. All right, we lose anyone under 50.

Can't make over six figures.

Can't work for a tech company.

Salesmen! Salesmen never turn off their phones. They risk losing business.

And... Gordon Tooley, plastic salesman from Reseda, returning from a work trip.

Service is linked to a Retron 864 analog.

Call him.

Hello? Mr. Tooley, listen carefully. This is Homeland Security.

There's an emergency on your flight. We need your help.

Nice try, Sully.

I'll see you at work, you putz. Yeah, this isn't Sully, because Sully wouldn't

know that right now, outside of your window are the Santa Monica Mountains.

And right above them are two F-22s, ready to shoot you out of the sky.

So I need you to get off your ass, grab a flight attendant, and tell them to get

your phone to the pilot.

This is Captain Pike, standing by.

Captain Pike, you're carrying an uncorrupted version...

You need to email it to me so it can be downloaded at LAX. Copy.

But our onboard wireless only has a limited reach.

What do you want me to do?

Buzz the tower at 100 feet.

I should be able to grab your wireless.

Where will you be? We just arrived at Clemmer Airfield. We called ahead.

Runway 2's been cleared. I'm right over, Clemmer. Could be there in less than a

minute. Time to advise the passengers.

Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats with your seatbelt fastened.

Mr. O'Brien? Yes? I've got a space cleared for you up here. Thank you.

I've linked my computer up to LAX, so as soon as I get the download, they'll have

it as well.

Here it comes.

Captain Pike, maintain at 100 feet. I should be able to catch your Wi-Fi

signal and download your software.

Captain Pike, do I have confirmation?

Over.

Were you able to download that software?

No.

There's too much of a speed differential between a plane and a stationary laptop.

Over. Let's try again. Doing the same thing but expecting a different result

is the definition of insanity.

It won't work.

Mr. O'Brien, I've got 240 souls on board.

Please tell me there's something else you can do.

I just solved the speed differential problem.

Happy, I need you to get me into a Ferrari 458.

Force the gas cap open.

There's an engine cover emergency release.

Left-hand side of the engine bay. Pull out the ECM channel.

Can you get that plane about eight feet off the ground? Eight feet? What for?

Can't risk missing the wireless signal again, so we're going to have to

hardwire it into the computer.

You're the world's smartest computer guy, and this comes down to plugging

something in?

How exactly do you plan on doing this? We're going to be driving 200 miles an

hour underneath you. What?

Yeah. You can only have seven seconds to receive that file.

Any longer, we're not going to get this plane back up, and we will crash.

On top of us? That will not happen, most likely. We'll do it in one minute. Roger

that. Good luck.

You're in the Air Force, right?

Uh-huh.

You expect me to sit in this car while a plane is right over us? No, you're going

to be standing up through the sunroof. Oh, okay.

All right, okay, okay.

You're going to have to trust me now.

I will not let anything happen to you.

You're the one that said you wanted to save everyone.

This is our only chance.

Prepare for second approach.

Okay, we're in sync with Mr. O'Brien's laptop.

Let's hope this works.

Oh, God.

You ready? No.

Hit the roof paddle. No. Hit the roof paddle. Okay.

We're back on.

Mayday. Mayday. Communications restored.

We'll have you all safely on the ground in moments. Please confirm.

Your mom did that.

Here's the deal.

Paige,

she deserves a share.

I'll see to it.

When we worked together, that didn't pan out the way either of us wanted.

I was hoping, moving forward, things could be different.

Moving forward?

Came to L.A. to start a strategic response team. At any given time, we

deal with everything from stolen nukes, missing kids.

Counterfeit cash so good it can collapse our economy in less than a month.

Bad guys are getting smarter, and I can't train my agents to think like you

do.

I have the full resources of the U.S. government.

I need your help, and I think you and your team need a home.

Here.

Fix salaries.

Cars. Research lab.

We saw this coming.

It was your only logical move.

Okay, lips are parted, leaning slightly forward. You have something to tell us.

He offered his job.

Me too?

We're a team, aren't we?

The waitress just left to bring her son home. We just missed him.

Walter, come in.

I know it's late. I'm sorry. I just wanted to be alone.

I'd say thank you for your help today.

You're welcome.

You came all the way over here to tell me that? No, I also wanted to offer you

a job. Government-funded problem solvers.

Why?

I'm not a genius.

No, but you are raising one.

That takes someone smart, brave.

Now, our work requires interaction with people. It's not our strength.

You want to know about your son?

I can translate him for you.

You translate the world for us.

Salary plus benefits.

You're worried about not being able to connect with Ralph?

That is a second chance.

For you, too.

With you and Cave?

When I was 16, Cave asked me to develop tracking software to drop military aid

packages. Some months later, I, uh... I turned on the TV, and I saw

bombs falling on Baghdad. They were using my system. And I designed it for

speed over accuracy.

So, 2,000 civilians died.

You were just a kid. Yeah, so is Ralph.

So tell him to ignore any sentence that starts with normally.

Make sure that he's not scared of anything that he's capable of.

And he'll find it difficult to make friends.

And sometimes he'll feel like no one else in the world likes him. Yeah.

You just gotta make sure that he knows it's not his fault.

Hi, Walter.

Hey, Ralph.

He hasn't talked to anyone but me.

He recognizes one of his own.

May I?

Three,

two, one.

Ever pause your dreams, Ralph?

Ever rewind them?

Sometimes.

Yeah, me too.