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Good morning, Los Angeles. Michael Horn on CRN Radio. Another gorgeous day here

in the Southland, as long as you don't mind rolling blackouts and frequent

tremblers. Now, I admit, we can't do much about these tremors. We do live on

one of the most active fault lines in the world, but the blackouts, that's

another matter. Why can't these energy companies get their act together and

generate enough electricity?

That's our topic for today. The lines are open. Call me on CRN. Hi, you're on

the air. Hi, Mike. This is Raymond. Hey, Raymond.

How you doing? I couldn't agree more.

My wife made me dinner with my candlelight three nights in a row. Come

on. Whoa.

Hey, here we go again.

Hang on, everyone. It's another roller coaster. Boy, it's a big one this time.

Where we are, listeners, I hope you got something to hold on to because the

ground's shaking so hard. Oh, my God. The building is starting to sway. Whoa.

Boy, that was something.

Hey, Paul in the newsroom, we need to find out from the seismographic lab at

Caltech just how big that one was.

The real deal, bro.

Yeah.

Well, why don't you keep your real deal shut?

Whatever.

Listen to me.

We believe in what we're doing here, all right? And if you're not in line with

us, why don't you leave?

Hey, it's cool, man. Is it?

Yeah, I'm cool.

I'm cool.

We got 14 minutes. Come on.

That's the real deal, bro.

So this is the enemy's lair.

Just the front gates.

Yeah. Call Mr. Clements.

That guy scares me.

What are you doing? Leaving my mark? Your mark? It's symbolism, bro.

The lamp represents... Oh, my God.

McCullough's geological report.

Looks like calculus.

Stress equations.

Mr. Clemens, I... Where are your men?

They're up on 12, sir.

Get them out.

Lerun, Mr.

Clemens is here. He wants you out now.

When we get 12, shut down the elevators.

And when your men get down here, go home. All of you. We have multiple LBs

on 12.

I want you two to go with Zenden up the stairs. You two are with me.

Front to back, gentlemen.

Come on, Sarah.

No, I still have three files to go. We're losing time.

What was that?

I'm out.

I have to finish.

Oh, no.

Come on, Sarah. No, I'm not done.

This is all we get.

Come on, Sarah.

Gotta go now, Sarah. Come on! Come on!

Yeah.

Justice!

You know, I can't help you if you won't talk to me.

I'm Sarah.

Sarah Rose. Please, please don't kill me.

This was an awful, awful mistake, Sarah.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

Now we're going to need your help to explain to the police exactly what

happened here.

Are you with an organization?

We're with the World Survival Group.

What were you looking for?

When the police arrive, I'll tell them everything.

One survival group.

Well, that seems like the one thing that none of you any good at.

Survival.

Get the cleaning team out here.

Hey, man.

I'm a friend of Twin Peaks.

Two Cs.

She said if I mentioned... What's her name, man?

Nash.

Try anything.

Nobody let you in, man.

But that's my alma mater.

Really?

What the hard pigs say.

But with the good stuff, I gotta seek the truth.

The truth?

Who is this cracker from round the wasteland?

Hickwood.

I'm good.

Yeah.

What make them good?

Round the way, crap never come here, never.

What? What do you want, white boy?

Rock, man. I want to buy some.

You want to buy some?

Rock slim.

You like smoke.

Crack, eh, one point.

Maybe me don't want to say no crack.

Maybe I'll take my two C's and go back down the street to Lester's place.

Go back down the street to Lester's place, eh?

Yes, aye.

You know, you either crazy or stupid.

Probably both.

Probably. You see, because I just spoke to Lester no more than

ten minutes ago.

And he's all out.

Now, we're going to ask one more time, South Team

Cracker.

Slim, get the door.

You, get the back room.

More untimed than a Timex. Damn right, and we keep on ticking.

How's business?

Business?

His business.

You know.

Steady, man.

Price has gone up.

The thin blue line needs to get a little thicker.

No more money, man.

Just customer.

No need to get worried.

Almost done.

Looks like somebody's been eavesdropping on us.

Little old for a college boy, ain't you? I got left back.

a little tougher than a little slim.

Got better electric service in Jamaica, man.

It's not the point. The story speaks for itself. The story is the earthquake.

But my story is the... Your story is shit. We're burying it. You'll be lucky

to make page 40.

What? You don't deserve to be a byliner, Nash.

You've got the passion, but you're not focused in the right place.

You're focused on you. And stop that.

You're wasting your life.

Lose this fascination with danger and grow up.

I think you should consider finding another job. I can't believe this. Well,

believe it. You know, you might have had a story here, but once again, you put

yourself into it.

Report the story.

Don't be the story.

But you always say, write what you know.

Goodbye. Whoa, Breach, come on. Just give me something to work on.

There's a soft one you can have. What is it?

Some environmentalists have been hitting on us to do a story on the energy

crisis. Deregulations, brownouts, a whole nine yards. I'll take it.

The important thing is that... This

is interesting.

You were saying?

Pay a visit to the World Survival Group.

And they are?

Militants. the lunatic fringe of the Greens in this country.

They think that the energy crisis is the contrivance of big business.

What's my angle?

Besides keeping your job, get a good story.

Without getting shot.

Can I help you?

Yeah, can I talk to whoever's in charge?

There's not really one person in charge.

We're anarchists in structure.

Travis!

Travis Gentry.

Matt Nash.

Rita.

So, uh, what can we do for you, Matt?

I'm with the examiner.

Yeah, you look like a reporter.

How's that?

No piercings?

None that you can see.

I've been after you guys for months.

It takes three people disappearing to get any interest from the media?

What do you mean?

Didn't your editor tell you?

No.

See, no one takes us seriously.

Not police, not the press.

Three of our members were missing.

Disappeared the night they broke into Saturn Energy.

They broke in.

Something tells me not fazed by that reporter.

I break in every place I go You

were

saying

Sarah Rose, Todd Stafford, Joel Burns. We filed missing person reports, but

cops won't do much. You know for a fact they got inside?

Building security says, well, other than the earthquake, that they saw nothing

unusual that night. Why Saturn Energy?

Saturn Energy built an experimental research facility that's not subject to

environmental impact laws.

You ever been inside?

No, nobody gets inside that place, man. It's impenetrable. Where is it?

Middle of nowhere.

Hola! Gracias.

We are in there.

Making my change?

Yeah, right.

We have a breach.

Take three men.

Send your men to the left.

Send the man to the right!

Okay.

Okay, listen up. Tonight, we start the OTS.

Finally, we get to put our technology to work.

We're going to 25% power, people.

Systems checks.

Search protectors, go.

Core lines, go.

Sir? Do we know who he was?

My men are working on it.

And the L.A. office?

It's clean.

What about the police?

It's no interest.

Besides, they'd need a warrant, and that isn't going to happen.

There is the issue of the email.

Take care of it.

Yes sir.

Off limits, McCullough. But I'm a... You're just a geologist.

Tonight's a special test. Only Class 4 personnel allow doctor's orders.

I have to talk to Gabriella. Not tonight.

She's extremely busy.

Power up.

Power up.

Coolant go.

5% power.

10 15

Release

coolant in sector 3.

25% power, holding steady.

Put LA on standby.

Go to standby.

Standby confirmed.

LA on standby.

Cut their power at the target site.

Cut their power.

Switch to our source at the target site.

Activate our source.

Activating.

It's magnificent.

Now hold that level for three minutes.

Yes, sir.

Hold the level.

I knew we'd do it.

you what are you doing out here i'm just passing through

Any more jokes?

Priest, a monk, and a rabbi walk into a vault.

Get down from there or you'll be shot for trespassing.

What's going on?

Why didn't you tell me you were a reporter?

You didn't ask.

Reporter trespassing. I know you.

You're that nut that got shot in the crack house.

Whatever it takes.

And you are?

Gabriella St. John. Would you get off my car?

What are you doing here?

I'm just looking for a story.

This is a research facility.

There's no story here.

Yeah, right.

Nice to meet you.

Nice place.

You a regular?

They've been watching me. It's safer here.

What did I say about being paranoid?

You said, Russ, don't worry about it.

I'd never accept a position over you.

Oh, it's very late, Russ.

I've started to put my report back together.

I have been able to reconstruct the first quarter, and I'll have the rest of

it soon.

You have a problem. I'm telling you, it's conclusive. Look at yourself.

You have got to slow down. You're working too much. You never sleep. These

equations. Look, I'm going to be blunt.

Your problem is you.

It's not your ex-wife.

It's not Saturn Energy, and it is not our research.

Please, get some help.

But what about the report?

It's evidence.

The heat these tests are producing is ten times hotter than anything we've

produced before.

You know what that means?

We're causing these earthquakes.

I'm sure of it.

It says there might be an anomaly.

There is no evidence of anything.

You're a scientist, Russ.

Start acting like one.

You got a room I could rent?

20 pesos.

Can I help you?

LAPD.

What can I do for you?

Looks like you got this place running pretty smoothly.

Yeah.

Ever go out for the police test?

Twice.

Four times.

Really? Yeah.

Were you on duty last Sunday night?

Yes, sir. Yeah.

Notice anything unusual?

Have any trouble in the building?

Nope. Can I look at your logbook?

Uh, well... You got something to hide?

What were the repairs for?

Sprinklers. We had a small problem up in 12.

Mind if I look around?

You know, I'll have to get you an escort.

You know, rules.

New carpet?

Yes, it is.

Don't worry.

This building's safe.

Right.

Okay. I've seen enough for the night.

What happened to you?

I cut myself shaving. Is Gentry around?

Not today.

Big fundraiser up north.

Can you give me his number?

I can give you his cell phone.

That's all I need.

Any word on the missing members?

Excuse me?

Your friends.

Oh, no.

It's weird. I mean, they're never gone this long.

Do they usually disappear?

They hide out.

Sarah never likes it. That's what Todd always does.

Lay low after a job. What a jerk.

Do you know them very well?

Sarah's my best friend.

She even sent me an email from the building.

How cool is that?

From Saturn Energy?

Yeah. I couldn't read it with all sorts of numbers and equations.

I gave it to Gentry. He knows that stuff.

Do you have a copy of it?

No. He told me to erase it.

Can you give me Sarah's address?

You thinking about going to her place?

Maybe. Can I trust you?

Don't I look trustworthy?

Hang on.

How could you guys afford all this expensive equipment if everyone's just a

volunteer?

Gentry got it for us.

Here you go.

Thanks for your help.

Um, do you have a business card in case I want, uh, need to call you sometime?

Gentry? Matt Nash, examiner.

Mr. Nash, how are you?

Why didn't you tell me about Sarah's email?

Need some help?

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

Can we start over?

I'm Matt.

You were trespassing, Matt.

And I learned my lesson.

How many more lessons are you going to need to learn?

As many as it takes.

For what?

To find out what's going on in there.

Look, I told you, there's no story here.

Three members of the World Survival Group.

Went into Saturn Energy in Los Angeles last week. They've been missing ever

since. I go looking into it.

Obviously, there's something they don't want me to find out.

And what do you think that is?

Truth.

The truth is, there's nothing going on. There's no story here.

Miss St.

John.

Well, thank you for coming by. Good evening.

We were just discussing the tests and the wonderful results you two have been

achieving. I spoke with Russ McCullough, and he showed me a report, and even

though it wasn't conclusive... I know that report. I've seen it. And what you

have to understand is that McCullough's theory isn't new.

I respect him, but, well, there's no definitive proof.

I understand, but his numbers are big, and it wouldn't hurt to halt the tests

and wait for him to finish.

Lately, Russ has been, well, he's been troubled.

I guess you should know this. We've tried to get him into a program, but he

didn't go.

But I think it's important... The best thing for us right now is to continue.

As planned.

I was being shot at. Well, maybe those cops you got killed had friends. There's

something more to that place. There's something going on at that facility.

Yes, research.

Now leave it alone. But when I went there... No, Nash, there is no drama in

the energy story.

Don't create it. I thought drama sells newspapers.

Real drama. This is real, Breach.

Ow.

Fine. Fine.

But a few bandages prove nothing.

Yes, ma'am.

Nash?

I'm sorry about that.

Quiet place to meet.

The email.

What does it mean?

Not much. It's incomplete.

Some geological stress equations, a section on faults, a line or two

regarding agitation.

Earthquakes? Maybe.

Only Darren Claxton knows for sure.

Darren Claxton?

Darren Claxton is Saturn Energy.

You're saying I need to go inside that research facility.

I'm saying if you want the truth, that's where it is.

Okay. So what's in the case?

The special equipment you'll need.

The crime finder. It's a 500 milliwatt air-cooled argon-ion laser.

Adjustable wavelength, ceramic metal integral mirror tube.

Just aim the light, flick the control switch on.

Open the door to a whole new world.

What will I see?

Anything that'll fluoresce. Latent fingerprints, hair fibers, drug residue.

Blood evidence.

Who are you, really?

Just a volunteer.

We're some very special friends.

When you're fighting for cause, you're telling me a lot of interesting things.

Sure do.

Oh.

It's a seed.

Eventually it grows.

Not without water.

McCullough showed her the report. He has to be dealt with.

Fine.

And Gabriella St. John?

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking...

Do I want to be known as the man who orchestrated an affordable and unlimited

supply of energy that propelled mankind into the future?

Or do I want to be known as the man who quit when he got scared?

We all get scared, Mr. Claxton, but it's the ones who face their fears who win in

the end.

And the winners write the history books, and in yours they'll just say it was

part of the scientific process.

The email went to Arita Chetovich.

It's being taken care of as well.

I'm still waiting for that energy story, Nash. I need someone from research to

dig up everything they can on Darren Claxton.

The former secretary of energy?

Yeah, DC from DC.

Why do you need information on Claxton? Looks like the man who's known for

getting things done inside the Beltway is now getting something done inside

Saturn Energy.

That would make for interesting reading.

Claxton in bed with the energy companies that he used to regulate?

You know, when Claxton was in office, he waged a virtual war against the oil

corporations, accusing them of fixing gas prices.

These things are getting scary.

I kind of like them.

You have one more.

Use it wisely.

Gabby, I did it. I restored the Hope report.

You have to read it. I don't know. Maybe we should meet at the bar again.

I think someone's watching me.

Okay, listen, call me as soon as you get this.

Don't you think it's a little too small to drink beer?

Don't you want some milk?

Go away, brat.

And come back when you're older.

Out. Out!

Beer, please!

Out! Out!

60% power and holding.

How long have you known about Russ's report?

I thought we were done with that.

He said someone was after him. He's paranoid.

But if his numbers are correct... Please.

Enough.

60% power.

Go to 60%. Going to 60.

We're getting heat in the fixtures.

Is it acceptable?

So far, yes.

Increase the coolant component by six.

Increase coolant by six.

LA on standby.

Cut their power at the target site.

Cut their power.

Let there be darkness.

Switch to our source at the target site.

Activate our source.

Looks like we're in business.

Say goodbye to fossil fuels.

I've got a weapon!

I'll bust your head open!

Whoa.

I'm sure you would. Who are you? I'm a friend of Sarah's. Name?

Todd. Todd Stafford.

Man, why didn't you say so? You guys have to tell me the next time you run

off like that. How does she expect me to feed the cat if you don't tell anyone

and you're leaving? Yeah, right. Sorry.

She'll, um... We'll be back in a couple of days.

You're better looking than Sarah described you.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to get her checkbook.

How crazy is that?

Pretty crazy, since she doesn't have one.

She calls best... Camera!

Who are you?

Matt Nash, examiner.

Relax a second, please.

I'm an investigative reporter.

The picture's a little old, just... Fine.

You're a reporter.

That doesn't explain what you're doing here.

Sarah, Todd, and Joel are missing, and I'm just trying to find out what

happened. What do you mean, what happened?

They always disappear for a day or so.

I pick up our mayo and feed the cat.

Not very good at the investigative part, are you?

Apparently not.

What are you good at?

That's my phone.

You better answer it.

I guess I should.

I have to feed this

Hey, girl. Hey.

Konnichiwa.

Genevich? Yeah?

We'd like to talk to you. Who are you?

It's about Sarah Rose.

Is she okay?

Step outside.

I don't think so.

What are you doing?

same one as the other two.

Yeah?

It's me, Rita.

Rita?

They're trying to kill me.

They're trying to grab me.

No, wait, wait. Wait a second.

Yeah. No, say it again.

Rita, I can't hear you.

I'm driving.

What?

Hello?

Who's this?

Travis Gentry.

Oh, I thought you were...

Mr. Nash?

Who is it?

It's Gabriella St. John.

Gabriella, are you okay?

I want to talk.

Not the case.

Well, then what is the case?

It was an accident.

There are witnesses.

You want me to, uh... What do you think this is?

This is a business.

We do not have shootouts in public places.

We are not outlaws.

Aren't we?

Los Angeles and Orange County experienced an earthquake measuring

nearly 6.0 on the Richter scale. The hardest hit areas are downtown Los

Angeles.

Hi. Hi. Come on in.

Earthquake? Something like that.

Have a seat.

I'd offer you a drink, but my glasses are all broken.

Russ McCullough is dead. They blew up a bar, and he was in it.

He is?

Research on Saturn Energy.

He told me that they were after him. He told me.

He told me, and I didn't believe him.

Who's after him? Saturn Energy?

He had a report about the tests, but I don't know. What tests?

We're developing a new energy source, hot fusion.

Hydrogen, deuterium, and tritium gases energized through seven million amperes

through a system of high magnetic fields and lasers.

The work we are doing out there is so important.

The clean energy we are producing could change the world.

What does the report say?

Byproduct heat from our test is directed straight into the Earth. That's normal.

But the test had numbers.

They pointed to a previously undetected hairline fault under the research

facility.

The heat could be going into it.

Causing the earthquakes.

We've only been running at a fraction of what we can do.

If Russ is right, a full-powered test could trigger a quake that could kill

millions of people.

That's enough for me.

It's not conclusive. Russ had just finished rebuilding his reports.

Now, there's no proof.

Maybe there is.

What's that?

Nash?

You lost the disc.

That could have been our proof. If we shut down the test, we won't need proof.

I need it.

Okay, I'll show it to you.

May I help you?

Yes, I'm up from the company's Mexico facility. I have some last-minute

research before the test tonight Kind of late, huh?

Tell me about it You have your ID

Thank you

Okay

All right, I'll have to give you an escort. Oh, that's okay. I know where

I'm going.

Miss St.

John, company policy.

Yeah, sure.

Now, you have your key, right?

No, they didn't give me one.

They always do that. All right, listen, hang on here and I'll go get a key.

Just let the guard, they're too fast.

Hello? St. John?

Leron.

Leron.

This should be it. This should be what?

Your proof.

What is it?

Blood.

Uh, Mr. Zendon, we...

And

this is what's left.

Unfortunately.

Is this enough to convince you?

Good, now we need to...

It's dead.

For now.

You bought at least another decade.

Here.

We have some work for you in the Gulf.

You leave tomorrow.

I want you to raise the price of our crude another 10% on the spot market.

Very good.

New car, Ms. Sincha?

Just a loaner. Mine's in the shop.

Could you pull over to the side, please?

Why? We are supposed to hold you here at the gate.

Whose orders?

Mr. Clemens.

But... but that's ridiculous i'm part of the test team who is he

she

called

ahead she's on her way we're going up to full power tonight gabriella has to be

here it's everything she's worked for I'm sorry, Dr. Isley, but you're going

to have to carry on without her.

Pretty nifty back door, huh?

Oh, my God.

What? This is a coolant tunnel.

Is that bad?

Very.

Release maximum coolant. All sectors, go to 30%.

Coolant released.

What is it?

If we don't shut the coolant off, we're going to drown in here.

There's a drop in the coolant. Where did that come from?

Doctor, we're getting massive heat in the fixtures. Without that coolant, the

system will destroy itself.

We have to abort. Go to 70%. But, Doctor... 70%!

Still dropping.

It's in the red.

80%. I think Isley will listen to me. It's

DC I'm worried about. I'll deal with Mr. Beltway. You just get in there and stop

the test. The control room is this way. DC's office is up there.

I said 80.

But doctor, we can't.

Stop the test.

Gabriella. This facility is on a fault line, Doctor. We are causing these

earthquakes. No, no. Those stress equations are anomalies.

Eighty percent. The report is conclusive.

Russ is not well. I told you that. Russ is dead.

They've killed him.

I'm working on a new story.

A byline.

And you're the subject.

Can I ask what it's about?

I think I'll open with the three murders of Saturn Energy.

Sensationalism.

Of course, that's what you're good at.

Even if the story's not true.

It's all true.

Oh, is that right?

Can I ask what your proof is?

I saw it with my own eyes. There was blood all over the place. That's

terrible, but go to the police with that. Tell them.

Ninety percent.

Ninety percent.

Don't do this, Doctor.

Please.

Doctor?

Well, Mr. Nash, it seems you've got us.

I guess the fact that you broke in here and threatened us with a gun doesn't

diminish the credibility of your proof.

That's a chance I'm willing to take.

You know, Mr. Nash, you and I are a

lot more alike than you know.

It's speaking.

We're gonna break apart.

I'm so sorry. Don't be.

Our science was right.

My method was wrong.

Go.

Finish our research.

Go.

This ain't job.

Are you okay?

I could use a band-aid or two.

I am so sorry about everything.

Did Isley make it?

I was right about you.

You were?

I knew you'd be trouble.

You know, when you run this story, you're going to destroy Dr. Isley's name

and hard work, and my ability to carry it on.

You were right about another thing.

There's no story here.