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ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
tech pioneer Darius Tanz!

LIAM: Sir, my name is Liam Cole.

In 186 days, an asteroid's
gonna collide with Earth,

and we're all gonna die.

Previously on "Salvation"...

What's Atlas?

Don't say that word to anybody, ever.

AMANDA: Looks like I got
a real story now.

All we need is a working EM drive
and I can build it.

I just need help
to expedite it over the finish line.

- What kind of help?
- Malcolm Croft.

- LIAM: My professor?
- CROFT: I've been trying

to crack the EM drive for years.

And I'm not the only one.

Then let's compare notes,
see if together,

we can't do the impossible.

- Get me what I need.
- Fine. What else do you need?

- A hundred kilos of enriched uranium.
- (scoffs)

You want to help me save
the human race or don't you?

You're stealing the code.

GRACE: I'm stealing uranium from
the United States government.

DARIUS: And betraying a man you love.

(static crackles)

DISPATCHER: (speaking indistinctly)

DYLAN: Keep recording.
This is an act of war.

Get back. Back up!

If you don't think we're at war,
think again.

This building behind me
produces nuclear weapons,

like the ones reportedly headed
to Florida to be decommissioned.

Funny, I was always told we
decommissioned our nukes in Utah.

Last I checked, Florida's
where we launch things.

(sirens wailing)

- Who do you think...
- DYLAN: Hey!

(men shouting)

(woman yells)

(grunting)

Get down on the ground!
And stay on the ground, now!

(phone vibrating)

(both moaning softly)

Don't.

(laughs softly)

- Oh, Zoe...
- (kisses)

(sighs)

- ...has poison ivy.
- Hmm.

Two days camping with her dad.

- Mouthwash.
- Hmm?

For the poison ivy, stops the itching.

(laughs)

You have an answer for everything.

Yeah, well, that's my military training.

Ready for anything, anytime.

- Really?
- Yeah.

(moans)

(beeps, clicks)

HARRIS: What gets red wine out?
Was it salt or peroxide?

- Harris.
- Hmm?

- I need to tell you...
- (phone rings)

(sighs)

(grunts)

- (clears throat)
- Turn it...

- _
- HARRIS: The White House.

Wants an update
from the task force, right now.

DARIUS: Human beings.

We have limits.

Or we think we do.

Just when it seems we've gone
as far as we can go...

...we go further.

Innovation is not about "why,"
it's about "why not?"

Tanz Industries. Changing your world.

And, behind those doors, the
world's greatest minds are busy

breaking all the rules.

I'd like to direct everyone's attention

to the Goliath Two rocket.

Colonizing Mars is a priority
for Mr. Tanz,

and this state of the art rocket
will be what takes us

to the red planet
within the next decade.

CROFT: Fantastic.

- "Fantastic"?
- Yeah.

Those microwaves are
flying all over the place.

It looks like a blender in there.

- This is what it's supposed to look like.
- CROFT: And it will, it will.

We just need to find the right frequency
and the waves will fall into line...

And create thrust, I know.

I guess I just thought once we
got those emitters online,

we'd start seeing something.

CROFT: I've been trying to build
a working EM drive for seven years.

This is how science gets done, Mr. Cole.

It's sweat and patience, and more sweat.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- You two look like hell.
- Hi.

When was the last time you slept?

Uh, Monday, maybe.

Well, it depends what day it is.

Tess?

TESS: Today is Friday, Liam.

Oh, that's bad.

So how's our EM drive coming along?

Simulations still not
producing any thrust.

But, the team here

has made incredible progress
with the emitters.

- Emitters?
- Yeah.

W-We don't need one small step for man,

we need the giant leap
for mankind right now.

The process is methodical.

Malcolm, this isn't MIT.

There's no time.
Big moves equal big results.

The world doesn't care how
you get there, just get there.

Hmm. Fast and loose.

Some things never
change with you, Darius.

Yeah, fast, never loose.

I think I'm gonna make myself
an espresso.

Or three.

So...

I take it that no one else here

knows why there's a rush
on this EM drive project?

- You, me, uh, and Lazlo.
- CROFT: Lazlo?

I've known Laz since I was a boy.

You, you're safe here, I can
vouch for that personally.

I hope so, because whoever
was after me in Boston,

there's no telling what
they'll do if they find me.

Then we'll make sure they don't.

(grunts)

(scoffs)

(machinery whirring)

Liam.

Fancy meeting you here.

It's Liam, right?

Yeah, good memory.

How could I forget
our four minutes together?

You here for the, uh, the tour, Amanda?

Yes. And I came to see you.

Really? Huh.

I was hoping you could
help out a fellow millennial.

Oh, I love being reduced
to a cultural stereotype.

Annie Hall.

Yeah. Nobody ever gets that.

I like surprising people.

- You're a reporter.
- (espresso pours)

I should've told you at the embassy,

but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

We were having a moment?

I thought so.

Anyway, I want to do
a piece on Darius Tanz.

Something splashy to
earn my keep at Capitol Eyes.

You think you could
grease the wheels for me?

(laughs softly)

LAZLO: Excuse me.
You don't have clearance

to be in this area.

Oh, sorry.

I got lost on the way to the loo.

I'll help you find your way back.

Liam, you have a visitor in the lobby.

I do?

Good to see you, Liam.

You know where to reach me.

TOUR GUIDE: ...breaking all the rules.

And, over here, I'd like
to direct everyone's attention.

Jillian?

Liam.

- Hey.
- Hi!

Hey.

What are you, what are you doing here?

So, some guy named Lazlo

just showed up at the
bookstore the other day.

He said that Darius Tanz
wanted to meet me.

I'm getting a tour,
and he's taking me to lunch.

Wow.

I assumed it was because of you.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, I-I told him all about you.

I just, I didn't realize that was today.

- Yeah.
- That's, uh...

(chuckles) I'm really glad to see you.

Me, too.

You look...

- Like crap, I know.
- No, I was gonna say

"tired," but, like,
cute tired, not crappy tired.

(both chuckle)

Thank you. Uh...

Hey, I-I got to get
back to it, but, uh...

uh, we, we should,
we should have dinner later.

Dinner.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. All right.

Have fun.

(both chuckle)

TOUR GUIDE: And that concludes
this morning's tour.

Any questions?

A ton.

- (elevator bell dings)
- So do we know what this is about?

New information coming
out of Planetary Defense.

White House wants to be briefed.

Who are they sending?

CLAIRE: Hold that, please.

Harris.

Claire.

Been a long time.

This is Grace Barrows.

Press Secretary DoD.

Nice to meet you in person.

Claire Rayburn, senior
advisor to the president.

Of course. Nice to meet you.

(elevator bell dings)

So, the president has asked
for an update on where we are,

and advice on the best course
of action moving forward.

Dr. Strauss, I understand
you have a revised plan.

Walk us through the latest.

Our plan is still to repurpose
the IO Probe orbiting Jupiter

as a kinetic impactor.

Put the probe on a collision
course with the asteroid.

Correct.

The asteroid is poised
to hit in 174 days.

But now we know

there are two windows of opportunity

in which the probe can actually
intercept the asteroid.

The first window
is in exactly seven days,

the second, in 63.

What results can we expect?

We've run thousands
of computer simulations,

and confidence is high that upon impact,

the asteroid will break up
into smaller fragments

downgrading it from
an extinction-level event.

But?

But...

the impact will also create

a storm of smaller meteors
headed directly for Earth.

Where, exactly?

Our calculations show the impactor

will slow the asteroid down
by .002 percent,

causing those fragments

to miss the Western Hemisphere
completely.

But they will land somewhere.

Yes. Russia, China, Mongolia.

They could all be leveled.

(all murmuring)

That's a billion people. Maybe more.

GRACE: Which is why Darius
has been working day and night

on the EM drive.

It can launch a gravity tractor
with enough speed

to reach the asteroid,

and enough mass to pull it off course,

missing the Earth by thousands of miles.

But he's yet to prove his plan can work.

So we're gonna sacrifice a billion lives

before even giving him
the chance to save us all?

I mean, at the very least,

shouldn't we wait for the second window?

Waiting gives us only
one bite at the apple.

STRAUSS: The deputy secretary's correct.

We've never tried anything like this.

There's no guarantee that
we get it right the first time.

If we commit to this,

there's no going back.

Dr. Strauss, we have seven days

before we need to
put the plan in motion?

That's correct.

(sighs)

Ms. Barrows, tell Darius Tanz
he has six days.

I need to see an EM drive
proof of concept before then.

Short of that, I will recommend
to the president

that we move forward
with the impactor plan,

seven days from now.

And God help us all.

(all murmuring)

_

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Your press liaison seems awfully
empowered to speak her mind

to the Deputy Secretary of Defense.

Grace's point was valid,

and she's there to counterbalance

the wonks and military types.

Like you and me.

Frankly, I'm surprised she even
has clearance to be there.

What are you getting at, Claire?

(scoffs) Come on, I've been in

God knows how many meetings
with you, Harris.

You don't give anyone that much sway

once you've made your stance known.

Okay, Grace and I are professionals,

that's all there is to discuss.

Glad to hear that.

(door closes)

I'm seeking a friend...

for the end of the world.

I hoped we could help
each other with that.

Like the old days.

Yeah, the old days ruined my marriage.

It's a new day,

any you're not married anymore.

Look, Claire, I'm...
I'm sorry, but I can't.

Now, I don't mean to be
abrupt, but I have some...

I have some family
business to attend to.

Of course.

But if you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

(door opens, closes)

LIAM: Why is Jillian here?

I thought you'd be happy.

- Well, I am.
- Then what's the problem?

It's a distraction.

Really? See, I thought it
was more of a distraction

when you were taking
detours to her bookstore

to catch a loving glimpse of her
through a window.

I need your head in the game; that means

I want everything you care
about under one roof: mine.

- Now, what did she want?
- Who?

Your reporter friend
from the Embassy Ball.

An interview with you.

I hate how you know everything
and reveal nothing.

Work it out in therapy.
Now, get back to work.

Grace Barrows is here. Says it's urgent.

They call me insane?

Those trigger-happy bastards.

How long did it take them
to condemn a billion people?

A minute, a minute and a half?

Look, if you can deliver proof
of concept in six days...

Six days?

(laughs): Six.

Do you know what this is?

The first working drone
prototype I built for

the United States government,
or what's left of it.

Looks like it crashed and burned.

Yes, the first time,
but it worked eventually.

All I needed was time.

In six days, I can give you
smashed metal.

In-in 60 days, I can save the planet!

I'm trying to keep their
fingers off the trigger, Darius,

but you don't have 60 days,
you have six.

You have to find a way
to buy us more time.

- How?
- Well, that's for you to figure out.

Excuse me, I've done what you asked.

I got you uranium, which could
still come back to haunt me.

That's behind us,
this is in front of us.

Grace, if the IO Probe
hits that asteroid,

life as we know it is over.

- Wait, where are you going?
- Lunch.

(door buzzing)

_

(sighs) No.

Assault? Resisting arrest?

- Destruction of government property?
- It was a peaceful protest.

Until it wasn't.

This is not just some rebellion, Dad,

I'm actually trying to save the world.

(scoffs) Okay.

Well, you aren't going to
do it from a jail cell.

- Now let's get out of here.
- What about my friends?

What about them?

They're locked up back there.

You always said leave no man behind.

Dylan, I called in a favor
to get you out of here.

- I'm your father, not theirs.
- Father?

You're a stranger who
occasionally showed up

- for birthdays.
- I'm a military man

- who got reassigned.
- That's right.

The military always comes first.

You know what? You have no regard

for the people who serve this country.

Hey, putting their lives
on the line every day.

You have no regard for my
friends who are also serving

this country by putting
their lives on the line.

- Dylan, I don't have time to listen...
- Right!

You don't have time.

Look,

- I don't want to fight.
- Well, I do!

I am fighting for what I believe in.

I just wish once you could respect that!

Okay, fine. You want to stay?

More power to you.

(door buzzes)

Best food truck in the city.

How's your, um, beet cashew taco?

Yeah, about as good as you said it was

in that Forbes exclusive
you did last year,

"The Elites' Best Eats."

That's what you're reading?

Tragic.

Well, at the risk of sounding
like a pathetic fan,

I've pretty much read everything
published about you.

That's funny, because I've read
pretty much everything

- published by you.
- (chuckles) No.

"She always managed to outrun fate,

"to cheat death, but now she was

"over two light-years from home,

"trapped alone on the
shadow side of a planet

that as yet had no name"

You read my book. ShadowSide.

And now you're quoting from it.

Quite a strong sense of individualism,

self-determination, but
above all else, humanity.

Who are your influences?

Well, I'm a big Asimov fan.

- Heinlein, of course. Uh...
- What about Bartok?

Andre Bartok? Um...

Too dystopian for my taste.

Surprising, considering
your connection to him.

He's your... grandfather,
if I'm not mistaken?

Mr. Tanz, what am I doing here
having lunch with you?

If you want to meet my grandfather...

No, on the contrary.
I have a proposition.

For you.

(knocks on door)

HARRIS: Don't you think I tried?
This is on Dylan, Monica.

You know what? I'm sorry.

- There's nothing left to discuss.
- (phone beeps)

What happened with Dylan?

I'm handling it.

What did you find out? From Darius?

He needs more time.

(scoffs) Well, that's
something we don't have.

Unless... we wait for the second window.

Grace, that gives us only
one chance to get things right.

Do you think for one minute if
Russia or China had this information,

they wouldn't protect
their own interests?

Who are we to play God?

To kill a billion people
just so we can...

Save the rest of the planet?

Save ourselves, is what you mean.

(scoffs)

Is that what you think of me?

- That I'm some sort of monster?
- What?

- No.
- No. You just...

you just stand there in judgment.

Never having had to make
life and death decisions.

Harris, this is the biggest one yet.

How can you be so sure of yourself?

And how can you be
so damn sure of Darius Tanz?

Because the alternative is unacceptable!

And maybe you're done
fighting, but I'm not.

(sighs)

(phone beeps)

Hi, it's Grace Barrows. Can we meet?

No. Alone.

Damn it.

Darius is right. Respectfully, sir,

we need bigger and bolder moves.

When people say

"respectfully," I find
that they're actually

being disrespectful.

Do you even understand what
we're trying to do here, Liam?

Yeah. We're trying to save the world

one painfully slow frequency at a time.

There are 300,000 possible frequencies,

and only one will give us thrust.

I'm doing the math in my head
here, sir, and even with this

supercomputer, we do not have
enough time to check them all.

Then what are you suggesting?

We have to cut down
the number of frequencies.

That would cut corners.

We might miss the frequency
that would save us all.

In the '50s, the JPL guys
nearly blew themselves up

testing rockets, now
they lead the field.

What is so wrong with taking
big swings like Darius says?

Because Darius Tanz is not
a scientist, he's a celebrity.

And he's convinced you
and the rest of the world,

with his charm and bravado,
that he knows the way.

Delusional optimism is not
gonna get this thing built.

We are.

In the meantime, he's...

at lunch with your girlfriend.

- Where are you going?
- To blow something up.

(game beeping)

So that's your secret? Asteroids?

What?

- You're a retro videogame junkie?
- Oh...

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just
taking a break from the grind.

How was your lunch?

- Interesting.
- Yeah? How interesting?

(pulls lever)

- Are you happy to see me?
- What?

Beyond.

Would you be happy to see more of me?

(quietly): You have no idea.

(whispers): Darius offered me a job.

- What?
- Yeah.

He has this think tank
where he brings together

authors, artists, philosophers,

and he said that I would
make a great addition.

I thought you'd be happy.

Don't you find it strange that he would

pluck you from obscurity,
fly you here, offer you a job...

What? Because I didn't go to MIT,
I don't belong here?

No.

Then what?

You know what, I think I'm just
gonna go back to the hotel.

No. Jillian, wait.

- Jillian.
- Don't.

(videogame beeps)

You offered her a job
without consulting me?

I wasn't aware I had to run
business decisions by you.

This isn't business, this is my life.

If she's here, I'm gonna
have to lie to her

every single day.

Do you know how awful that is?

- Fine, fine, then tell her.
- Forgetting for a minute

that is a violation
of national security,

I don't, I don't want to tell her.

(typing)

I don't want to tell a girl

that I care about
that the world is ending.

Ending, maybe.

Maybe? Probably.

Unless I can figure out
a way to stop it somehow...

She's still happy.

Why should she have to carry
around this burden?

- This burden sucks.
- Liam... Liam,

I'm carrying on as if,
and so should you.

As if what? You're actually
doing something to help?

'Cause last time I checked,

it is... it is me and Croft
and a bunch of your minions

sweating it out in the trenches

while you're out eating tacos
with my girlfriend.

There are reasons for everything I do.

Oh, great. You want to fill
the rest of us in?

No. I need you to prioritize, Liam.

Focus on what's important.

Use your brilliance to save
the world, not second-guess me.

(elevator bell dings)

If you'll excuse me,
I have an appointment.

(horn blaring)

(footfalls approaching)

Thank you for coming.

A meeting this far outside the Beltway.

Should I check to see if there's
a gun taped to the toilet?

Can I trust that anything
we say will stay between us?

Undermining your boss
could get a person fired.

You're talking about protocol.

I'm talking about the fate of the planet.

DARIUS: Thank you, Karissa.

She makes the best smoothies...

all-natural, organic, of course.

Kale, coconut, lime...

- Picante.
- Oh, I love this one.

It's got a real kick. The good kind.

So, Ms. Neel.

Wow. (clears throat)

You're a pretty tenacious reporter.

Not many people pierce
the corporate veil here.

Well, I guess Liam must have
given you the hard sell.

On the contrary,
he dismissed you completely.

But I'm interested in people,
why they do what they do.

And people like us, when we hit a wall,

we see three options:

go around it, climb over it
or tunnel under.

And if that doesn't work,
we blow the damn thing up.

(both laugh)

Now, you're obviously
after what you think

could be a career-making story,

so let's cut to it.

What headline are you chasing?

Uh, this one.

Grace Barrows delivering uranium
in the middle of the night

to Tanz Industries.

Care to comment?

Mars. That's what this is about?

A joint venture between Tanz Industries

and the U.S. government,
the first of its kind.

And uranium is what's
gonna get us there.

Exciting, isn't it?

Sending astronauts to Mars?
Very exciting.

Who said anything about astronauts?

My team has written a complex algorithm

that-that takes into account
a person's entire genome,

factoring in personality
and viability traits

to ensure that we get

the best of the best.

So, you're selecting civilians
for the first mission to Mars?

"Tanz Seeks Candidates
for Journey to Red Planet"

(both chuckle)

And what do I have to do

in exchange for this exclusive story?

Proprietary information, such
as where I get my materials...

uranium, for example...

belongs to Tanz Industries.

So, if you were to publish photographs

like the ones you just showed me,

my lawyers wouldn't take kindly to that,

nor would the United States government.

So...

if you would like a
career-making exclusive,

I would suggest you sign this

and hand over those photographs.

And this has nothing
to do with Project Atlas?

Project Atlas? Never heard of it.

Sorry. My mistake.

Where do I sign?

(pen scribbling)

(thunder rumbles)

CLAIRE: I appreciate your faith
in Darius Tanz,

but you don't know with certainty

that he and his team can pull off

the EM drive in 60 days.

I know that we have to give

great minds the time to
come up with a solution

that doesn't compromise
our moral fabric.

Are you familiar with Greek mythology?

I dabbled in college.

Then you may remember the story
of Scylla and Charybdis.

Two mythical monsters. Is this a test?

Odysseus had to steer his ship
through a narrow strait

and confront Scylla or Charybdis.

Scylla would snatch
six people from his ship.

Charybdis was a whirlpool

that could destroy them all or
they might all make it through.

Odysseus made the choice to sacrifice

six sailors rather than
risk the whole ship.

Sometimes there are
no good choices, Grace.

But the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few.

So, we should just destroy others

to preserve our way of life?

Decide who lives or dies.

I can't understand how
you can be so cavalier.

(quietly): You think I'm cavalier?

You think I want to be
facing this reality?

Telling the President
of the United States

that our best option
is to destroy a few countries

in order to save our own?

Do you have kids?

(sighs) No.

I have a daughter.

She's 18. She just...

graduated from high school.

She's...

She's beautiful.

Every day when I look into her eyes,

I feel a responsibility
to do right by her.

Give Darius the time he needs.

Recommend the second window

and maybe then we can save
the entire planet.

CROFT: Prioritize? That's what he said?

LIAM: Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I need to prioritize; he's
in there giving an interview.

Why is he such a prick?

That's rhetorical, I gather.

LIAM: No, it's not. I want to know.

- Tess, you there?
- TESS: Yes, Liam.

Why is Darius such a prick?

Not sure I understand the question.

Yes, you do.
You just don't want to answer it.

Tess, how many frequencies are left?

TESS: There are 287,109

- frequencies remaining.
- Oh, my...

Well, it's a marathon;
it's not a sprint.

Yeah, whatever it is,
it's a race without a winner.

Well, we have to vet
the losers to find the winner.

Yeah, but not all losers
are created equal.

Maybe we do have to prioritize.

Huh?

In a marathon, you may
have 30,000 runners.

Some have a better chance
of winning than others.

If we could prioritize
the frequencies...

narrow it down to those
most likely to win the race,

eliminate those who never
stood a chance off the top.

Well, how are we gonna do that? Tess.

Tess, you have
predictive algorithms, right?

TESS: Of course, it helps me
anticipate Darius's needs.

And you have access
to our EM drive research?

I have access to all
of Darius and Malcolm Croft's

- nonworking prototypes.
- LIAM: Can you use

those predictive algorithms
to analyze those failures

and then prioritize which frequencies

have the best chance
of producing thrust? Please?

I can try, Liam.

You want her to guess?

To make an educated guess.

We do not have time to eliminate
300,000 frequencies.

Tess will narrow our field
of competitors fast.

(distant siren wailing)

Ed, I got an exclusive with
Darius Tanz on his Mars project.

How much do you love me?

(chuckles)

I didn't get anywhere on Atlas,
but don't worry.

I'm not dropping that white whale.

Yeah, you know me.

I like to keep pulling threads.

Eventually, something
or someone will unravel.

(knocking on door)

Hi.

Um, I'm sorry. I tried calling, texting.

Oh, uh, yeah. I-I was out.

Can we talk?

So, you left him there?

Dylan's right.

I'm a terrible father.

I don't believe that.

'Cause you see the best in me.

No, I just see you.

Go back to Dylan.

Make amends.

You can't change the past,
but you can change the future.

What's left of it.

Grace.

I know we don't agree.

But I have to do what I think is right.

That's all any of us can do.

(computer trilling)

TESS: Liam, you have a match.

What?

You have a match.

LIAM: Oh, Tess.

Tess, you beautiful,
beautiful, red machine.

- Croft, wake up.
- (camera clicks)

- Please don't be dead.
- (stammers)

She found a match. Tess found a match.

- What?
- Come on!

♪ ♪

(quietly): Okay.

(shouts) Those stairs are tricky.

- Professor.
- Yeah?

We have thrust.

- (laughs): Yeah, we have thrust.
- We have thrust.

We have thrust.

We have thrust!

(both shout)

Mwah. We have thrust!

We've got thrust. (laughs)

Oh, my God.

I knew you bastards would figure it out.

So, Tess prioritized the frequencies

- and we did it.
- Yeah, we did.

Now we just have
to build the damn thing.

The Pentagon wants to
see a fully functional

- scale model in 48 hours.
- CROFT: No. That's impossible.

Malcolm, you just defied
Newton's third law.

Anything's possible.
We'll need all hands on deck.

Seriously?

I said all hands, didn't I?

So, you achieved thrust.
Now show me how.

LIAM: Yeah, okay.

(phone vibrating)

It's Darius.

"Good news. Ready for show-and-tell."

(exhales) They did it, Harris.

They have proof of concept.

Oh, I had long given up on this.

Too bad it only took the end of
the world for us to crack it.

I'd say that's perfect timing.

Here, Professor.
Need to get you out of sight

if you're concerned about your safety.

CROFT: Uh... Don't forget,
don't overload the system.

Got it.

We did good, Mr. Cole.

- Professor.
- (chuckles)

Uh, all right, all right.

(exhales)

A hiker in the desert is limited

by the amount of water he can carry.

But what if he could
make water as he went?

Our EM drive will
allow us to make our own

metaphorical water.

We'll be able to travel at speeds

ten times what we're capable of now.

The thrust it will
generate is-is tiny...

less than one thousandth of
a Newton, but it's constant.

In the vacuum of space, that is
better than a fleet of rockets.

If this little guy moves
even one millimeter,

it'll be one of the greatest triumphs
in scientific history.

And maybe, just maybe...

the savior of mankind.

With the deadline three hours from now,

there's only been time
to test computer models.

We haven't had a chance to field test it

in the real world, so...
without further ado.

(power whirring)

What are we looking at, exactly?

At the moment, nothing.

(quietly): What's happening?

Well, we have frequency lock.
It should be working now.

- Send more power.
- But Croft warned...

I don't care what Croft said.
This is do-or-die time.

Do it.

(taps key)

(power whirring)

(whirring grows louder)

(sizzling)

(sighs)

I think we've seen enough here.

I told you not to push it, damn it.

Darius told me to send more power.

Nothing was happening.
We needed to improvise.

Improvise? We just figured
out how to make it work,

and you want to improvise?

- That's how things get done.
- Croft's right.

You're not a scientist,
you're a celebrity.

(chuckles) Is that right?

And now, because I listened to you,

our last chance to save our
collective asses has literally

gone up in flames.

You say you have
a reason for everything.

I sure as hell hope
you have one for this.

- Where are you going?
- To make things right.

While I still can.

HARRIS: We need to make
the call to the president.

Maybe we should
consider the second window.

What?

Did you not just see what happened

with Darius and his fantasy technology?

It worked in the computer simulation.

It was a simulation, Claire.

Maybe all they really need is time.

Time is a luxury we don't have.

Who got to you? Was it Darius?

No.

Someone else.

(door closes)

You broke chain of command.

Went behind my back.

I did what I thought was right.

I guess you thought this was right, too.

I believe this is yours.

(softly): Oh, my God.

I thought it was an accident at first.

Maybe it got caught on my clothes,
fell into the briefcase.

That's before I knew how far
you were willing to go.

Just how far did you go, Grace?

- Right now, that doesn't matter.
- It does to me.

What did you do?

I don't want to compromise you.

Damn it, Grace, you already have.

You know that under
normal circumstances,

I would never do some
of the things I've done.

You've made your choices, Grace.

Now I need to make mine.

(door opens, closes)

(door closes)

Hey. Hey, thanks for coming.

- Yeah, you still look...
- Terrible, I know.

Work's been, uh... it's been rough.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I really am. Uh...

A job offer from Darius
is an opportunity.

If the job excites you,
you should take it.

I already did.

That's, uh... that's fantastic.

Is it?

I want you to be happy.

I'm-I'm sorry.

So, uh, what's the project, exactly?

You know how Darius wants
to colonize Mars?

- Yeah.
- Basically,

we're figuring out
the first step, so the minimum

BOTH: ...viable population.

Jinx. (chuckles)

You're, uh... you're selecting
160 people for an ark.

Well, a hypothetical ark.

Who would you choose to repopulate

if you knew the world was
coming to an end?

And it's weird because he said that
this project is a priority.

Well... Darius has
a reason for everything.

(chuckles nervously)

(door buzzes)

(indistinct chatter over speaker)

MAN: Housing unit,
please see guard tower.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to bail you out.

- And your friends.
- Yeah.

They all left.

As soon as they had
the chance, they took it.

It's a fundamental human instinct...

to act in favor of self-preservation.

People can be so
disappointing, you know?

(sighs)

I do.

I don't want to disappoint you anymore.

I can't change the past, Dylan.

But I want to change,
be a better father.

Before it's too late.

(phone rings)

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

(sighs)

The president has given the order.

We are a go.

MAN: Commencing burn on the IO Probe.

(excited chatter)

And we just condemned a billion people.

Switching to IO Probe view now.

Status?

NASA's standing by,
ready to initiate final burn.

(excited chatter)

Proceed.

STRAUSS: Roger that.

NASA, Samson. Initiate thrust.

MAN: Thrust initiated.

The probe is exiting orbit.

Trajectory has been adjusted for impact.

MAN: Trajectory confirmed, Samson.

Switching to forward camera.

On course for impact.

Samson, we are looking good.

(phone vibrates)

_

- (alarm beeping)
- TECH: Sir, we have a problem.

The probe's engines are firing.

MAN: Samson, trajectory
has been changed.

We are no longer on course.

What's going on?

I don't know. The thrusters have
been activated at full strength.

HARRIS: NASA, Samson.

A 100% burn on IO
has been initiated. Is that you?

NASA TECH: Negative, Samson.
That is not us.

- Who the hell is sending this command?
- I don't know.

Could this be instrumentation failure?

Negative. Command is coming
from another signal.

Harris, what the hell is going on?

Probe is no longer responding to us.

MAN: The probe is receiving
commands from somewhere else.

I need one explanation now.

STRAUSS: I have only
one possible explanation.

We've been hacked, sir.

NASA has been hacked.

MAN: Samson, are you getting
a read on the signal location?

Samson?

- I need reports on China, Russia, Iran.
- I'm on it.

Also, get me intel
on any hacker group activity.

(phone ringing)

The president.

(phone ringing)

HARRIS: If there's a leak...

someone who might have
given aid to hackers

or an outside foreign entity,

we need to find the mole.

Figure out who had the means
and motive to do this, now.

MAN: The list is coming up right now.

DARIUS: People like us,
when we hit a wall,

we see three options:

go around it, climb over it
or tunnel under.

And if that doesn't work,
we blow the damn thing up.

(Darius and Amanda chuckle)

If you would like
a career-making exclusive,

I would suggest you sign this.

AMANDA: And this has nothing
to do with Project Atlas?

DARIUS: Project Atlas...

MAN: Our reporter friend?

She got the message.

DARIUS: You've reached the
personal voicemail of Darius Tanz.

If you have this number, it's because
you're very important to me.

So please leave a detailed message.

(line beeps)

Darius, where are you?

I need to know what you did.

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