All language subtitles for Manhattan (2014) - S02E01 - Damnatio Memoriae (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)

Previously on "Manhattan"...

They said it'd
be just like Cambridge.

- Harvard with sand. - Charlie,
this doesn't look like Cambridge.

You're looking at the best
equipped lab in the country.

Two Van de Graaff accelerators,
our own cyclotron.

You're building
an atomic bomb.

Is that Frank Winter?

He's got a band of misfits
working on an alternate design.

Whatever we're doing here,
please tell me it's worth it.

I don't know what's gotten into
him since we've gotten here.

Half the time he's brooding and the
other half it's like our honeymoon.

They're all
like that at first.

It's easier than talking.

Eventually they stop
doing either.

- What?
- No, you can't go to school in New York.

So I'm just supposed to stay
here in this prison camp?

Get knocked up by one of the guards?
Why are we even here?

Everything is a secret.

There's something
I need to tell you.

There's a problem
with Thin Man.

We're dead in the water. So
what are we gonna do about it?

What happened between you?

He asked me to do things
no one ever should.

I don't know
who Charlie is anymore.

- I'm going home, Charlie.
- The army won't allow it.

They will
if we're divorced.

Are you gonna invite me in?

You can whisper
fission rates in my ear.

Tell me secrets you can't
share with your wife.

There's a leak in this lab.

Someone's been smuggling technical
schematics off the Hill.

My mother died yesterday.

Your new office will be waiting
for you when you get back.

I won't be gone long. They said I
wouldn't have to meet in person.

Only under
extraordinary conditions.

Implosion is taking
center stage.

- They think that you're a spy.
- Charlie.

Your wife is sitting
in the next room.

She has been betraying you for
months with your neighbor.

Frank, it's Charlie. They're
shipping him off the Hill.

- They think he's a traitor.
- What's wrong?

We're building
an atomic bomb

that will explode with the
power of 20,000 tons of TNT.

I've done things
I'm not proud of,

but I swear I did all of it
with you and Callie in mind.

A few months ago, a physicist
from another design group and I

engaged in
a secret conspiracy

to co-opt the resources
of his group for implosion.

Akley promoted Charlie Isaacs
to cover up our tracks.

They think he is a spy,
but he had no idea.

You sold the President
of the United States

a Buck Rogers fantasy.

There is a backup plan.

The director of
the implosion group

is one of the brightest
lights on this hill.

This is Dr. Charles Isaacs.

What happened
to Frank Winter?

Hey! Wait!

Charlie!
Just wait! Please.

So the dawn...
The dawn of the atomic age

being ushered in by a Jewish
cardshark whose family crash-landed

- on the American shores less than 50
years ago. - You shouldn't be down here.

No, just one quote.
One quote.

Would you compare this
to Promethean theft?

Man stealing fire
from the gods?

- Or is it more... - They
pay you by the metaphor?

Hey!

Escort Edward R. Murrow
here to Site B!

If he comes back, you have
permission to shoot him.

What? God.

Whoa! Charlie! Charlie!

Fritz! You're here.

- Yeah.
- I'm glad.

Grab a radio. Make sure the circuit
cables don't short out in the rain.

Whoa, whoa! We're supposed to
meet 10 weather conditions

before we pull the trigger.

Visibility over 45 miles,

- humidity below 85%...
- Yeah, I read the report.

You got to talk to the
colonel, delay the test.

The colonel and I aren't
on the best of terms.

Look, at any given moment,

there are 3,000 thunderstorms
somewhere on the planet.

No, no.
This one is special.

Gulf air at 17,000 feet,
two inversion layers.

They're not going to call
the game for rain.

Let's just hope
it blows over.

It'll blow radioactive fallout
from Roswell to Socorro.

I'm sympathetic.
The Army isn't.

Either way,
I take responsibility.

♪ This is the beginning
of the end

♪ I can see it
in your eyes

♪ In everything you do

♪ You're afraid to tell me
that we're through

♪ But I can tell
by looking at you

♪ This is the beginning
of the end

♪ You just
give yourself away

♪ With everything you say

♪ And though you never
told me we must part

♪ Still, I can read
the writing in your heart...

Mrs. Daniels, would you like
to come with me, please?

♪ There's some little
something that I miss

♪ What has become
of the warmth in your smile?

♪ And where is
that little mischief

♪ In your good-night kiss?

♪ This is the beginning
of the end

♪ I can see
the thrill is gone

♪ Why let it linger on?

♪ Why lie to me and say
it isn't so?

♪ For when I hold you
in my arms, I know

♪ That this

♪ This is the beginning
of the end.

Those were
the secretary's words?

"Under official review?" Sounds
like a tenure committee.

The War Department
is auditing the project.

The president wrote us a
check for $56 million.

- A small price for freedom.
- Last month, and the month before that.

12 a year since 1942.

They're entitled
to an itemized receipt.

They're going to
shut us down, aren't they?

Nobody's shutting us down.

They're pot-committed.
They can't fold.

All they can do
is keep betting,

buy the pot
or die trying.

You're the laddie whose father's
in prison for gambling.

The tech area's
going to be reorganized

to focus on
lensed implosion.

Dr. Oppenheimer has asked
me to run the new group.

Joy.

You're handing the project
over to Charlie McCarthy?

It's Isaacs.
Charlie McCarthy's a...

A wooden dummy
on a ventriloquist's knee

with Robert's hand
up your ass.

We have a working design.

And in the space
between a working design

and a weapon that works,
empires burn.

So, Dr. Isaacs,
how soon can you deliver?

A month? A year? 10?

I don't, urn...

Well, I'd have to, uh...

Dr. Oppenheimer.

Do you ride, Charlie?

I'm a Jew
from St. Louis.

When a horse
won't take the saddle,

you can send it
to the glue factory.

It's not an option
with physicists.

They're still in there
debating the science.

Not a lot of fans
of implosion.

20 old men out of 2,000.

Win the confidence
of the Indians,

chiefs will fall in line.

You gonna make an
announcement to the staff?

You are.

Where's Frank Winter?

It's just implosion
is Frank's baby.

You're going to
have to deliver it.

In 50 years,
no one will know

the name Frank Winter,
but yours...

I can't take credit
for someone else's work.

You made your career stealing
the work of another physicist

and passing it off
as your own.

Glen Babbit gave an
interesting exit interview.

Then Why'd you pick me
for the job?

Saddle the horse,
Charlie.

I assure you, there's more
profit in moving forward.

Dr. Winter?

He hasn't been home
in two days.

He's probably in his office
hiding behind an equation.

Ma'am, we're not here
for your husband.

We're here
for your things.

- My...
- Personal effects.

Furniture stays
with the house.

We have you slotted for a
duplex apartment in Row H.

In regard
to your husband.

What does this mean,
"reassigned"?

Who reassigned him?

He put in for a voluntary
transfer three clays ago.

- Where?
- Even if I...

You're telling me
my husband

has abandoned his family
with no explanation,

not even
a forwarding address?

I'm sorry.

We'll be back with boxes.

That son of a bitch
always was crazy

with his
indeterminate variables.

C-A-L-L-I-E.

I wonder how long before
Frank's daughter turns 18.

I thought you packed off,
Crosley, for Omaha.

Or was it Idaho?

Dayton, Ohio, actually.

Next stop on my whistle tour
of American boomtowns.

Doesn't make any sense.

Oppenheimer hands Frank the
project on a silver platter

and he skips town for some
kind of secret promotion?

Really?

That's what you lured me
here to talk about, Fritz?

- Frank's career path?
- Lure you?

What are you talking about?
I didn't lure you.

- Yes, you did.
- No, I got a note from...

Oh, it's the duchess

and the boy with
his finger in the dike.

Just give him
five minutes.

There's going
to be an announcement.

I'm taking over
the implosion group.

You?

None of the Indian maids
available, eh?

I need to reach Frank.
Have your heard anything?

No more than Fritzy here,
I gather.

They haven't told you
about their little

scientific ménage à
trois, have they?

Paul.

So why would you
want to find Frank?

You're the force of nature that
fills up the Frank-shaped vacuum.

He's just
trying to help.

I see.
It's for her benefit.

A bit of Kabuki theater
to impress a girl.

Well, if I see
Frank in Ohio,

I'll be sure to send
along your regards.

What did he mean?
What's a ménage à trois?

I'm not trying
to impress anyone.

I was in a bind.
Now I'm not.

I think Frank helped me out

and he's paying the price.

And Oppenheimer
won't tell you where he is?

We're not even sure
he knows.

Well, somebody does.

Hey, X-4.
What's his name?

That information
is not in our files.

Well, I got
to talk to him.

- Hello.
- Abby.

Um, he's not here.

What? You want to
check under the bed?

I'm not here
to see Charlie.

Is it true that you were
going to have a baby

and then you didn't?

Charlie told you that?

Did you take care of it?

What is this?

Trust me, Helen, if I had any
friends here to turn to,

any friends here at all...

I need to know how
you went about doing it.

Why would you want to do
a thing like that,

Mrs. Ladies'
Home Journal?

It's private.

I need to get dressed.

Charlie wasn't
the only one who cheated.

And he found out.

You had an affair?

Who's the guy?

You don't know him.

- But he got you pregnant.
- It's Charlie's.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I had an abortion
two years ago in New Jersey.

Doctor's probably practicing
medicine in a jail cell.

But if you needed one now,

you must have some idea
of where you'd go.

You know it's a felony.

Some of the girls
in the dorm

have been to a clinic
in Santa Fe

near the bus stop
on Junction.

You're supposed to say
you have obstructed menses.

Did it hurt?

Listen, Abby,

I don't regret it.

But you will.

Do you love Charlie?

Then you won't tell him.

Operator.

Yeah, I need an outside line.

Where to?

The Soviet consul
in New York.

I... I'm not authorized
to make that call.

I'm authorizing
you right now.

Sir, even trying
to telephone the Soviets,

you'll get yourself hauled into the
office of the secretary of war.

Do you have any idea
who you're talking to?

I... no.

You got a pencil?

My badge number is X-4.

Do you sleep closer to the door
when you're home with Abby?

What?

People always end up
on the same side of the bed.

It's like a designated
parking spot.

It's old habit.

Your marriage
is an old habit, too.

People fall back into it.

When's the last time
you saw Abby?

In 36 hours...

I need to lay out my vision

for the future of the project

to 2,000 physicists.

I got nothing.

Delay the announcement till we
figure out what to do about Frank.

Agent X-4 seems to be
on permanent vacation.

Why don't you just
tell the truth?

Stand up in front
of the entire tech area

and tell them (3-2 made one
of the group heads disappear?

Probably stick me in whatever
hole they stuck Frank,

then you'd have to
run implosion.

Why is that funny?

I probably know the physics
better than you do.

You think you could hold your
own against Oppenheimer?

Those bloodsuckers
in the senior leadership?

You think you can?
Oppenheimer picked you

because he knows
that he can control you.

All right.
You know, never mind.

I have a speech to write.

♪ Oh, loving mother

♪ When the world's on fire

♪ Don't you want
God's bosom

♪ To be your pillow

♪ Tide me over

♪ In the Rock of Ages

♪ Rock of Ages,
cleft for me

♪ I'm going to heaven...

Hey. I'm sorry...

about your mother.

- Was it unexpected or...?
- Excuse me.

♪ Tide me over

♪ In the Rock of Ages

♪ Rock of Ages

♪ Cleft for me...

Urn, can I help you?

Are you Meeks?

Yeah, Meeks.

This isn't the Waldorf.
We're not bellboys.

What are you doing
with my books?

It's moving day.

Now that you're back,
get moving.

♪ Loving brother

♪ When the world's
on fire

♪ Don't you want
God's bosom

♪ To be your pillow

♪ Tide me over

♪ In the Rock of Ages.

Attention!

You're not
the Oberfuhrer.

Is there any sign
of Colonel Cox?

Colonel Cox
has been redeployed

to a post more suitable
to his talents.

Does he have those?
Talents?

So that would make you...

Colonel Emmett Darrow.

The king is dead.
Long live the king.

Well, I've squandered
enough of your time.

High priests
at the security desk

tell me my transfer form
is missing a signature.

Leave it with the girl.

All I need
is a drop of ink, sir.

Dayton site expected me
two days ago.

I won't bore you with
the technical subtleties.

Harvesting polonium-210
for the neutron initiators.

Dayton is adequately staffed.

This hill,
on the other hand...

is not.

Sir, I can't stay
on this hill.

It's a personnel matter.

- Personnel?
- Personal.

I can't work
for Charlie Isaacs.

It seems we both fancied
the same woman.

Would you close
the door, please?

Get down on your knees.

You're pulling my leg.

No one can see you.

Take a knee.

Or did you change your mind
about the transfer?

Now...

ask Jesus
for forgiveness.

I'm sorry?

Jesus.

Forgive me, Jesus.

And what is the nature
of your sin?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.
It's weakness.

God buried an atom under
a million tons of rock

so that America
could split it in two

and redraw
the maps of the world.

And you want
to run off to Dayton

because some girl didn't
ask you to the prom?

Half the Hill woke up with eviction
papers tacked to our doors

by order of the office
of the colonel.

You picked a hell
of a week to leave town.

I mean, not that you
picked... oh, Jesus.

You should talk to Jeannie.
She's got two dead parents.

Jim, I'm so sorry
about your mother.

They won't give you
more time?

Uh, she'd want me here
serving my country.

I don't even know
who we're serving.

- Frank's gone.
- What?

- Where?
- I don't know.

But I know
it's not good.

So you're going to give it to
her on a bench in the plaza?

I saved up
for a hotel room.

She's a virgin,
right?

Don't forget to sprinkle rose
petals on the bedspread.

On E-3 salary?

He'll be lucky
if the room has a bed.

Where's my daughter?

Mrs. Winter... Doctor.

I think she's on an overnight
with the Mason Scouts.

Yes, she was. And then she went
AWOL, apparently to meet you.

Callie and I
had social plans.

She took an early bus and we
were going to meet for dinner.

Where?

A restaurant?

I'll save you
a bus ticket.

Are you going somewhere?

Get in the car.

I see you got my message.

Prince of implosion.

I'd have thought you'd
have better things to do

than play grab-ass
with a telephone.

What's wrong?
OSS can't take a joke?

Strategic Services
is a clubhouse

for overbred
schoolboys.

I serve at the pleasure
of a humbler master.

General Groves.

Freedom.

Nice office.

- A lot of turnover.
- Yes, well,

the third time's a charm.

You don't see it yet,
Charlie,

but I am your friend.

Most of my friends
have names.

I want you to tell me the truth.
Can you do that?

What do you think,
I'm some Bela Lugosi spook?

I am the reason you're sitting
behind that desk instead of...

Where?

Where is Frank Winter?

You pack him off
to wherever it was

you were going to send me
to torture him?

Ah, that's what this is.

A soldier's loyalty.

Let me guess. Frank isn't
the man I think he is.

He wasn't.

What about me? Am I the
guy you thought I was?

See, I don't think
you're a spook.

I think you're a bureaucrat.

I think you're the guy at the border
checkpoint asking for papers.

Hmm.

Do you know the Banat
province in eastern Europe

doesn't exist anymore

except on a few old maps?

Before Christ turned up,

it belonged to
the Thracians

until the Romans
bled them dry.

Then the Goths,
the Huns, the Gepidae,

the Avars, followed by the
Slavs, then the Magyars.

Four calling birds, three
French hens, I get it.

Then the Hungarians
set up shop

until the Ottoman Turks
cut them down.

That's when
my family arrived.

Merchants.

Salt, mostly.

They fought with the Serbs
to beat back the Turks.

Then the son
of a Bosnian farmer

put a bullet in a Hapsburg
and the world caught fire.

And then it became
the Banal' Republic

for all of two weeks.

It was a haven for Jews

until the Axis rolled in
and Hitler...

Hitler solved the Jewish
problem once and for all.

Now the Russians
are knocking at the gate.

When you've lived
in a place

where borders
have no meaning,

borders come to mean
a great deal.

20 years I've lived
in this country,

yet still I keep a packed
suitcase by the front door.

Good.

Let's throw it in the car,
go for a drive,

pick up Frank.

He's gone, and he's
never coming back.

What does that mean, gone?

He's dead?

I don't believe you.

You knew the man.

Do you think Frank Winter
would surrender quietly?

Sands shift during wartime.

No one...
No one has tenure.

The ones who survive
are the ones who adapt.

Next time,
call me directly.

My name is Avram Fisher.

Where are my manners?

- Congratulations.
- For surviving or adapting?

For the baby.

Mazel tov to you
and your wife.

You invited Callie
to dinner

at a filling station?

Ralph and Betty's Cafe.
This is it.

Where's my daughter?

Elena?

I sent her home.

Where were you?

Out.

- Abby.
- Hmm?

Is there something
that you need to tell me?

You know, Charlie, I think
we dug up all the skeletons

the last time
you stopped by.

I'm sure the neighbors
can give you a transcript.

Are you pregnant?

She told you.

I had to hear it
from the Angel of Death.

- What?
- Abby.

Charlie.

You were going to
sign the divorce papers

and sneak out
the back door with Joey?

This is a sign.

I don't believe
in signs, Charlie.

Fine, it's better
than a sign.

It's a chance.

It's too late.

There's a lunatic
in Europe

making orphans out of a
thousand Jewish kids a day.

You want two more to grow
up without their father?

You think I don't know
about Europe?

Honestly?

You remember that first
doctor at Mass General?

The one who looked
like Calvin Coolidge?

A medical improbability.
That's what he called it.

And I told you we could raise
Siamese cats for all I care.

But you wanted
a daughter so badly.

We both did.

And you proved
the doctors wrong.

Right out of the gates,
you said it felt like a boy,

and you were right
about that, too.

Thought I'd never
see you again.

I mean, for all I knew,
you were dead.

And then
you came in the door

and you said that
I poisoned our marriage.

Listen.

Whatever happened
between me and you

or me and her

- or you and...
- Charlie.

It's not us.

It's this place.

I treated you
like every other jerk

on this hill
treats his wife.

I underestimated you.

I forgot what I had.

But there's
a kid in there.

He doesn't know
his father screwed up.

His world doesn't
even exist yet.

We can do better.

I can be better.

It feels like a girl.

Callie's on her way.

Good.

20 minutes, tops. There was
a message at the barracks.

I goofed. I sent her to
the wrong restaurant.

You left it in
your jacket pocket.

So where were you really
going to meet Callie?

Premarital sex
was not invented in 1944.

There's a hotel off the plaza.
We haven't actually...

I wanted to wait
until we were married,

but I...

Do you love her?

She's the most perfect
person I've ever met.

Is she happy?

What?

Callie took some pills
about a month back.

Methyl something.
They were blue.

Methylphenobarbital.

They're mine.

I don't think that she
was really trying to...

She said it runs
in the family.

There was an incident
when we lived in Ithaca.

I made a mistake.

Were you... trying?

I know that Callie's afraid

that she has what I have,

but she's not like me.

I spent half of my life

looking for
a trapdoor out of it.

We picked her up
at a hotel in Santa Fe.

Callie!

You can thank us
back at the Hill.

Sorry, ma'am.

If you took her away,
I'd never see her again.

It's time to go.

How do you like
your coffee?

In my own living room.

2,000 miles from here.

So what happens when a Nobel
laureate stays out past curfew?

You call out
the 101st Airborne?

A Nobel laureate with a
packed suitcase in his car?

Is that a crime?

Liza Winter, PhD, second
in her class at Barnard.

Not a charm school.

I'm going to assume
you weren't born yesterday.

I hope you'll extend me
the same courtesy.

Colonel Darrow, is it?

My husband dragged us here
and now he's gone,

and no one will tell me where
you're sending his check.

So, under the circumstances,

I would be grateful if I could
be released with time served.

Colonel,
I can't spill secrets

I wasn't entrusted with
in the first place.

I understand you have a
job to do, but so do I.

If you let me
just go back to Princeton,

you'll never hear
from me again.

Set off a chain reaction

that will explode with the
power of 20,000 tons of TNT.

Powerful enough
to wipe cities off the map.

Cities full of people?

You recorded
our conversations?

No, the Army will detonate it

someplace where
it can't hurt anyone.

When the Axis sees
what we're capable of,

they'll have no choice.
They will have to surrender...

For how long?

Your husband
is at another site

proving his loyalty
to his country.

You can help him
by proving

that you can be
a discreet,

productive member
of this community.

We're writing the
prologue to a new era,

a history of peace.

I've made mistakes.

I've done things
I'm not proud of,

but I swear I did all of it
with you and Callie in mind.

A few months ago,

a physicist from
another design group

came to me
and he told me

that his model wasn't
going to work.

So Reed Akley and I engaged
in a secret conspiracy

to co-opt the resources
of his group for implosion.

You remember Charlie Isaacs?

We set him up
to cover our tracks.

The irony is
the only way we were able

to crack implosion
was by stealing...

I may know what it is
you're building here...

but my daughter does not.

But he had no idea.

Make sure your white
security badges are visible.

AH white badge holders
report to the PX immediately

for the mandatory
staff meeting.

The all hands tech area
staff meeting

is beginning in the PX.

Be prepared to present
your security badge.

Damn it.

They fix the PA?

Where is he?

The Army said Frank was
transferred to another site.

One suit, one shirt,
one necktie,

one pair of shoes?

That's all he took.

All his clothes
are boxed up at the house.

He even left
his security badge.

Does that sound
like a transfer to you?

I don't know what law of
physics he's broken now,

but I think you do.

Ma'am?

Would you come
with us, please?

It's all right.
Hey, she's fine.

She doesn't
have clearance.

Where is he?

All right, can I get
everyone's attention, please?

Thanks very much.

Can I have
everyone's attention?

Thank you.

Dr. Oppenheimer...

asked me to say a few words
about the road ahead.

But I want to talk about
the road that got us here.

I had a teacher
in St. Louis.

He used to say that science
isn't a quest for truth,

but a process of
correcting your errors.

We've racked up more than
our share on this hill.

And I want to
correct one right now.

The fact that
we're all standing here,

that there is
a path forward,

we owe it to one man,

and he isn't
standing here with us.

The implosion model exists
because of Frank Winter.

He was the crank
in the wilderness

rubbing two sticks together
when no one believed.

He fed the spark.

He fought off the wolves.

He corrected his errors.

You should be listening
to Frank right now.

But the War Department
has asked him

to take the reins on another
project at another site.

Their gain is our loss.

I talked to Frank on the
phone a little while ago.

He gave me his blessing

and I gave him
my sincere thanks.

We all should.

Did he talk to him?

As for the road ahead...

there is no road.

We have to dig it
out of the dirt.

It's no longer a thought problem.
It's not a theory.

We're all going home
with blood on our sleeves.

We're going to build
a working gadget.

We're going to
drop it on Berlin.

If those
doubting Thomases

in Washington
don't believe us,

then they can
fly out here

and stick their fingers
in the wound.

'Cause on July 4th, 1945,

we're going to put on the biggest
firework show since the Book of Genesis.

We're going to test the
gadget in our own backyard.

A nuclear test in a year?

Whose bloody sleeve
did he pull that out of?

He just pushed in all his chips.
It's a bluff.

Now, I've heard it said

that physics is
a gentleman's sport.

Some of you may think
I'm hitting above my weight.

I'm 28 years old.

I grew up in Missouri

in a cold-water tenement.

Red blood, not blue.

My mother used to scrub it
out of my school clothes.

See, I had to learn
to hit above my weight.

We all do.

'Cause the guys
in the other corner,

they invented
quantum mechanics.

They split the atom.
They beat us to the punch.

That's another error
we're going to correct.

And when it's over,

when we've corrected
that error in Germany

right off the face
of the earth...

then we're all going home

where we belong,

secure in the knowledge

that we did
the right thing.

Polk residence.

I left my wallet
at the depot in Santa Fe.

I swear I'll set
the land-speed record.

Listen, I lost my
mother this week, okay?

- All right, then.
- Thank you.

Go ahead.

I know I broke
protocol, but...

Get in.

I, uh...

The car.
I have a flat tire, so...

You. The thespian.

The role of a lifetime.

Germans or Soviets?

Uh, there's
some kind of mix-up.

You are in a world of trouble
from sea to shining sea.

I am your only friend,

so I advise you to
think very carefully

about your next answer.

Who recruited him?

What?

Frank Winter
recruited you.

Who recruited
Frank Winter?

You all right?

Get the legs.

You want a
volunteer to climb

- a 100-foot steel lightning rod.
- Yes.

To babysit Shiva,
the God of Death,

in the middle of
an electrical storm.

Well, maybe the Japs
can spare a kamikaze pilot.

- I'll do it.
- No way.

If the colonel wants to double-check
the detonators, he can do it himself.

No wife. No kids.
I'll do it.

No, you're more
valuable on the ground.

- Jim, you don't have to.
- It's okay.

It should be
someone you trust.

Hey! Hey, you!

The Boy Wonder
said to give you this.

Start the clock.

Zero minus 160 minutes.

By 0430 hours,

every tent,
including this one,

will be collapsed
and loaded for transport

to the 10,000-meter
perimeter.

And if anyone sees Dr. Frank
Winter on the premises,

arrest him.

If he resists,
you have the authority

to use all necessary force.