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Dad, faster!

I'm pushing 80, son.

If we get caught, it's all your fault.

- Was not. - Was so.

You just had to screw around with that stupid kite.

- I'm glad it broke. - Do you want me to punch you in the mouth?

Boys, knock it off.

Do something constructive.

Why don't you practice your football plays?

Ouch. He hit me.

- Breeze. - Yes, sir.

Here's a good one.

Red Dog, Omaha, 22.

I know that one. It's the hook and ladder play.

We flank each other...

Watch out!

- You boys okay? You all right? - Yes, sir.

We're high centered. I gotta get you inside.

Come on, boys. Come on. Let's go.

It's coming!

Get up, Willie. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Hello? Hello?

Come on.

I'm sure it's all right. You boys stay in here.

I gotta get that truck back on the road. You understand?

Let us help.

No, you're safer in here.

- Breeze, you're in charge. - Yes, sir.

You got that, Willie?

This is all your fault.

He's... He's gonna be okay.

You know nothing can hurt Dad.

It's still all your fault.

- What's happening? Breeze! - I don't know.

Boys!

Boys!

- Daddy! - No!

- What's happening? - Help!

Somebody, please help!

Looks like our projected course for Tammy's on the money.

Upgrade it from a tropical storm to a Category 1 hurricane.

Hurricane force wind's diameter is up to 500 miles.

Looks like it's gonna hit Alabama and Florida.

Get me the latest surface readings.

They're warm. Way too warm.

The gulf's at 91 degrees 200 miles out.

The NHC has 98 on the coastal buoys.

Plus the Azores-Bermuda high-pressure system

is exceptionally weak.

Impressive, Miss Skooler.

Uh, Da Molino, get me Will Rutledge.

And, Miss Skooler, I want you to run some numbers on the spiral bands

- and get back to me ASAP. - I'll have them in five.

Yeah, I need Will Rutledge.

Yes, it's important.

- Is this Dr. Rutledge? - You got him.

Director Frobisher would like to speak with you.

Sure enough. Put him on.

- I got Will. - Hey, Will.

Hey, buddy.

Niles, my central pressure's dropping like a stone.

What you got?

Satellite's got it at 999 millibars now.

So far your Dominator's in sync, so, I need those drones airborne quick.

I'm on it. Trust me, I'm doing it.

I don't wanna stay out here any longer than I have to.

25 years ago,

Hurricane Andrew laid waste to this town,

and now Tammy's here to do it all over again.

- But this time no one's going to die. - Yes, sir.

- That's why I've called a mandatory evac. - We got this, chief.

Okay, now once every last car makes it out of town,

the assigned officers are to make sure them roadblocks are set up.

I don't want any looters slipping back into town. Not on my watch.

- Yes, sir. - Okay, now head out.

Excuse me there, Sheriff Dixon.

This here storm don't look like it's gonna amount to much.

We gotta evacuate?

Now, Clayton, best to evacuate first and then double-guess yourself later.

Now, be a good citizen and get a move on.

- Come on. - Yes, sir.

"Braveness is the resistance to concern,"

mastery of panic,

"not absence of anxiety."

Mark Twain.

Spare me your poetry today, Connor.

I can't help it. It's in my Irish soul.

Your Irish soul left Ireland two generations ago.

No. My parents brought me over here when I was five.

I didn't know that.

There's a lot of things that you don't know about me.

Still got two passports.

Gonna retire back there when all this is over.

And here I've been stuck on milk runs with you for a year

and I thought I knew all there was to know.

What is the hurry?

We do have to bank this load before the storm hits, so there's that.

- Here, move over. - What?

Slide over.

This is Corbyn. Buckle up.

You know those bumps in the road you hear about? Here they come.

You know, I think you're a little psychotic.

I think you're a little bit right.

You're gonna ruin somebody's tobacco crop.

A little less cancer in the world.

Ask your brother if he's reading it.

You reading this, Clem?

Hold on, bro. It's shunting.

Keep trying, man.

All right, hold on.

All right, that should do it, bro.

Yeah, uplinked. Full strength. Good job.

Close her up.

Money is honey.

They're underestimating you.

- Morning, ma'am, sir. - Morning.

Where are the two other trucks?

They couldn't keep up.

- I got a feeling not many can. - Clear.

Welcome back, you two. Open it up.

Niles, you still there?

I got them launched. You get the readings?

Yeah. They're in sync.

Stick around. It's only gonna be a Cat 2.

Get some new measurements.

You're sitting in a tank, for Christ's sakes.

No, thanks. You're underestimating her.

- I can smell it. - Yeah.

While you're smelling it, we're reading it from carefully calibrated

scientific instruments.

The cumulus is spiraling inward at a crazy rate.

Millibar's 985.

You ever seen a millibar dive that quick?

Not consistent with our projections.

Damn your projections.

I'm telling you, this one's gonna be off the scale,

trust me.

Dinner at the Crab Shack if it gets higher than a 2.

Niles, stop thinking about your stomach

and your government expense account that's gonna pay for it.

You should get the National Guard down here

- before it's too late. - I respect you, Will.

You're a first-rate meteorologist.

But I can't just traipse into the president's office

and offer up your gut, now, can I?

Well, you'll wish you had.

I've never met anyone so afraid of the very thing they were fascinated by.

I got a few contradictions, but so do you,

like eating candy bars on a strict diet.

Yeah, now you mention it...

Wrap it up and come home, Will.

Yeah, I am home, buddy.

I am home.

Even after 11 years of this, I never get used to that sight.

I hate old money. It's greasy. It smells.

It's been up a thousand noses

and buried in too many G-strings.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Best part of this lame-ass job is watching it turn into confetti.

- Sergeant Deering? - Yes, ma'am.

What's with the backup? Why haven't these been shredded?

Shredder's been down since you left.

- All right, let's get 'em in. - Copy that.

All right.

It's working absolutely perfect one second, next second: Stops.

I got all my guys looking at it and no one around here can figure out why,

so you got here not a minute too soon, Miss...

Van Dietrich?

You can call me Sasha, Agent Moreno, 'cause you're the one paying the bills.

Sasha it is.

So how long's it gonna take to get this thing back online?

We'll run some diagnostics and get to the root of it.

We'll have you shredding your hearts out by lunch.

That'd be great.

Hundreds of millions in a hurricane

are not exactly the best cocktail on the menu.

And you know a thing or two about cocktails, right, Randy?

Excuse me.

I'm not up for your jokes right now, Corbyn.

Maybe the less you say to me the better.

All right, I'm in and out. Let's just keep it professional, right?

- Thanks. - Right this way.

Morris, Agent Corbyn reporting in. Good time? Bad time?

Uh, I got a couple of minutes.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah. - Cargo offloaded?

Yep, it's all here, with about 300 million of its cousins.

- The shredder's down, though. - Yeah, I know.

We've addressed it.

Look, don't forget, that 600 million is your responsibility

until it's destroyed, okay?

Got no problems with that.

Turns out I'm all right at babysitting old money.

It's not the field, but...

Hey, I went to bat for you after Utah.

If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have a job right now.

And I appreciate that.

It's not really a job. I think we both know what this is.

Look, I...

I made a bad call.

But no one can punish me like I already punish myself.

Casey, don't do this.

Listen, if the money's my responsibility,

I'd love to get a reset on the vault code.

Hurricanes give people bad ideas.

Okay. Consider it authorized.

- Thanks. - And, Casey...

Take care of yourself, okay?

This is Breeze from Rutledge Tow & Repair.

Leave a message and I probably won't get back to you.

Hey, Breeze. It's Will.

Look, I'm in town.

Listen, you gotta get...

Damn it.

Darling, this ZBC stuff is so crufty.

Yeah, that's what made shutting it down so easy.

Why do they always hire hacks

with so little talent when they could have us?

Not enough money in it?

Yes.

Yeah, make yourself at home.

- Better check your backup power. - Yeah, don't tell me what to do.

I'm not saying. I'm just saying.

Oh, boy. It's failed.

Not good.

Now, the job's outsourced to some local, Breeze Rutledge.

- It's 555... - Phone's dead.

Shit. My cell doesn't have any bars.

Me neither. Right, where is he?

His shop is off of Balm and Garden. It's called Rutledge Repairs.

Breeze?

All right, Master Sarge, rise and shine!

Come on, Breeze, on your feet. Get dressed, buddy.

Oh, I was dreaming, Will.

Remember Miss Bishop, 10th-grade biology teacher?

Never did learn much, but, boy, I was never late.

As I remember it, you had a keen interest in her biology.

What you doing here, Willie?

There's a hurricane coming, and it's gonna be a mother.

Some breakfast?

Yeah. They're not mine.

What was her name?

- Jaguar. - Jaguar.

We are what we are, Willie.

Can't change people.

You sure as shit can't change hurricanes.

Well, this hurricane can change people from alive to dead.

So we gotta go.

Yeah, I've seen them before, brother.

Not like this.

I'm telling you, this is worse than...

The one that killed Dad?

Yeah.

Red Dog, Omaha, 22.

You have good hands. You always had good hands.

We gotta go.

You wasted a trip, baby bro.

I ain't good at leaving.

And look around, man, 'cause this,

it's my entire life right here.

But you got the cash and the airplane tickets I sent, right?

Yeah, I got it all right here.

Take your pity somewhere else, please.

You need a fresh start, bro. I make a fresh start every day, Will.

It's just not so fresh by dark.

Then all's I got to do is freshen it right back up again.

Breeze, if this storm is what I think it is,

they ain't ever seen anything like it.

Okay, I'll bite.

But you gonna help me board up the windows first, ain't you?

You... You got a hammer?

Heard you got phone trouble. Got a call from a guy named Moreno.

There's no clearance for you here, sir.

Corporal, we placed a T20 for a transponder at Tower Six.

Got a line open.

Have to shift it over from the source, which is here.

Sir, we're on lockdown due to the storm.

You need special clearance, which you do not have.

Come on, man. We're just doing our job here. Let us in.

Sir, this is a federal facility.

I need you to turn this vehicle around and I need you to turn around now.

Xander.

- Are we in any danger? - There's been a breach.

You're safe in here. All this glass is bulletproof.

So I need you to stay calm and stay put.

- What's going on? - We're under attack!

Let's go!

- What should we do, Connor? - Take a nap.

Fire on my fire.

Cover!

- We got a situation. - What's going on, Mr. Perkins?

Sir, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

And you said we couldn't do this with zero casualties, huh?

You may not wanna face it now, Connor,

but eventually we may have to kill some people to get what we want.

- Let's get these guys locked up. - Yeah, let's break out the P90s.

- Let's get the money. - Amen.

It's bulletproof, man. You're wasting your time.

What if I say, "Open sesame"?

I have a thing about "open sesame,"

ever since I read Ali Baba as a kid.

Drop the gun, Moreno.

I should've known there was something hinky about you two freaks.

We two freaks hacked your shredder weeks ago so that the money would pile up.

'Course, we had to gamble on the storm, but all of life has its little risks.

Now, we managed to take this place without spilling a drop of blood.

I wanna keep it that way, so I need your help.

Now, should you choose not to help us,

the no-blood rule will be revoked.

This is not your money.

The government's not gonna give it to your widow Brenda,

if you fall on your sword here, now, are they?

This is a federal facility, man.

You know what you're facing when they catch you.

I'd rather be facing that than us.

The vault, how long?

We have to substitute an IO device

by loading a hungus driver routine into one of the monitor's wormholes.

- English. - 30 minutes.

Open Sesame in 30.

One of you Breeze Rutledge?

- Yeah, who's asking? - Casey Corbyn, Treasury.

Our generator's down.

I understand you're responsible for repairs?

Yeah. I'll go get my tools.

Breeze, what about the boards?

My government needs me, Will.

You've done this before.

You got swindled into a bunch of free labor, huh?

- Apparently so. - Yeah, I know that game.

This yours? You one of those hurricane chasers?

No, I'm one of those meteorologists.

Anybody who chases hurricanes has got a death wish.

Okay, let's go save the world.

Will. Willie.

You gonna be here when I get back?

- No. - Okay.

See you in another five years.

You did real good, kid.

I'm really proud of you.

You done very well.

And tonight you're gonna be the richest punk

to ever come out of Fell's Point.

Nice.

So you're a hometown boy, huh?

Uh-huh.

I took a small detour to Afghanistan and back,

but that was just to break up the monotony.

- It'll do that. - Now, you see that?

That right there was my last official glory zone.

Yeah, you're looking at the starting quarterback

of the Gulfport Gators,

from '99 to 2001.

All winning seasons, mind you.

I had six brothers.

They ate, slept and drank football.

- Six brothers? - Yep.

Shit, lady, I got just one and it's a damn minefield.

Open it.

It's all yours.

What the f...

Maybe we ran into a frobbotzim. Try it again.

- Tell me what is going on. - The code. It's not working.

You told us you hacked it solid.

We did. We ran it through this morning.

Then why can't you open it? This was your only job.

Somebody changed the code.

It wasn't me.

That can only come from Washington.

Or the Washington liaison.

Casey Corbyn.

We can work from our dedicated cell and do the hack all over.

Let's work on two fronts, Connor.

Frears and I will do the hack all over again

while you find Miss Corbyn.

- Time frame? - Three hours, minimum.

- You can do it in two. - Yes, my love. Two will be fine.

All right, get to it.

Where is she?

If you tell me anything other than the truth,

so help me, your brains are gonna spill all over this stainless.

Where is she?

The gen... The backup generator failed.

She went to get the repair guy. She should have been back by now.

This is not good.

Listen, if you want help, just say the word.

Keep low and keep it running.

This is how it's done.

Agent Corbyn, we've got you scoped.

Drop the gun. Give yourself up.

We don't wanna hurt you. We just wanna talk.

Give yourself up. Don't be stupid.

Let's go!

Not so fast, Corbyn.

- Go, go, go! - Get her!

- Don't you move! - Easy!

I'm just the repair man doing house calls.

- I'll get the girl. - You got a tail!

Easy.

Hell of a day, ain't it? Hell of a day.

Got her pinned. War monument.

Get in!

- Thank you. - What the hell was that about?

The Treasury's being robbed.

You left with my brother. I didn't see him. Where is he?

- I think they have him. - Think who has him?

The crew that somehow managed to knock over a maximum-security facility.

- We gotta go back. - Wait.

These guys must be pretty heavy hitters to pull this off.

They're not just gonna hand him over 'cause we ask. They need him.

- Need him for what? - The backup generator's down.

He's the only one that can fix it.

They're gonna need power to get in that vault.

So once he's through with that, they're through with him.

- I gotta call D.C. - You have sat?

Damn. He shot my satellite link.

Shit, shit, shit!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. We gotta stay focused, okay?

We're gonna get help. Just... let's stay calm.

Listen, lady, we're about to be crushed by the biggest storm of the century.

I don't think you know what that means.

It means no one's gonna come down here and volunteer to help until it's all over,

and at that point it's gonna be too late for my brother.

Look, I'm with you. You know any local cops?

Yeah, I guess.

It's not like anything changes round here.

Okay. Best play we got.

Here's the generator guy.

Yeah. Breeze Rutledge. That's him.

How's it going, Randy?

- Well, you know where it is. Get to it. - Try a zigamorph.

I already called the dummy procedure there to force a flush

of the optimizer's register coloring.

That's getting us somewhere.

Eyes front. Eyes front.

Hello?

What are you people doing here?

The town's under mandatory evacuation.

I'm sure glad you don't listen to your own orders.

- Jimmy, it's me. - Willie? Willie Rutledge, is that you?

Jimmy, listen.

They got my brother tied up in the Treasury.

- Whoa. Who's got him? - The Treasury's being robbed.

Casey Corbyn, ATF. How many men can you round up?

I knew today was going to be a shit show.

Come on into my office, tell me all about it.

- How many of them are there? - I only had eyes on two.

But they took out 14 guards, high-tech security.

There's bound to be more.

Whew.

So they're highly organized.

I can't confirm casualties, but there was no blood,

so hoping there's more than one hostage.

We're going to have to do something about that.

You, Missy, throw down your weapon now.

Oh, no, Jimmy, you ain't in on it?

Well, I'm afraid so, Willie.

You watch those semis

rolling through this shithole day after day

filled with money.

You know it's just going to the shredder.

Kind of gets you thinking, Willie, you know?

Gives a man ideas.

Gun down now.

Very good.

I like a gal who follows orders.

- Dixon here. You read me? - You got her?

Yeah. Pretty little thing.

All wrapped up in a red ribbon.

We need her alive.

Do what you want with the Good Samaritan.

Xander's on his way.

Yeah, well, you tell him not to dawdle, you hear? Over.

Connor Perkins is the inside man.

Not bad, huh?

For two old guys they were gonna put out to pasture.

$600 million sure puts a whole different complexion

on retirement, I'd say.

Go, go, go, go!

- Red ribbon my ass. - Shut up and drive.

They're on our tail.

- Come on. Can't you go any faster? - Got my foot to the floor, man.

She's going as fast as she can.

Give me your gun.

That thing is built like a tank.

Holy shit.

- I'm tapped. - What?

- I'm out of bullets. - Well, how did that happen?

I shot them all.

- How far back are they? - 100 yards and closing.

Help me with my harness.

- Good. - Okay, now you.

Do you trust me? I need you to trust me.

- What? - Do you trust me?

Yeah. What the hell, Will?

'Cause this is gonna be harsh.

Brake, brake, brake!

Here comes the harsh part.

You okay?

Never... do that to me... again.

I had to do something.

And I guess it worked.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Ain't you out of bullets?

They don't know that.

Jackpot.

Mmm. Drink?

I am not naturally a violent man.

If this thing is not working soon,

I'm gonna show you another side of me.

Well, I'm not naturally a worried man.

But how do I know when I do fix this thing,

you won't just kill me?

You don't,

but I would not make me think about ultimatums.

Just fix it.

Just do it.

I am sick of waiting for people.

Well, we can't keep running like this. Surviving's gonna kill us.

Well, we can't leave and we can't call for help.

The lines are down, cell phones are dead.

When I left, all the cell phones were down,

but those hackers were still working.

- How's that? - Maybe they got a dedicated line.

You know, one with a satellite uplink,

like I used to have.

And if they were smart, they'd have installed it ahead of time.

The only way they can get the new code is to hack back into the D.C. mainframe.

If they have a dedicated line and we could find it,

we could cut it, hole up and wait for help.

Anything on here that could pick that up?

Know what, this one, this reads non-ionized energy,

which is basically radio.

- Really? - Mmm.

Great. So we just search Gulfport.

Mm-hmm. And this town just woke up from the 1940s,

so there can't be but three of those cell phone towers in this whole place,

and this one's gonna tell us which one of those is active.

- Mr. Rutledge, you are my... - Ah. Dr. Rutledge.

I have a PhD in synoptic meteorology.

Dr. Rutledge, you're my kind of expert.

- Why, thank you. - Xander, come in.

Do you copy?

Xander, pick up the walkie. Where are you?

Oh, God.

There was an accident. Car's totaled.

Are you all right?

- Oh, boy. - God, my arm's busted.

I'm a bit shook up, man, but I'm fine. The sheriff has broken his arm.

- It looks pretty bad. - Cut the shit. Where's the girl?

Have you got the girl?

She got away, Connor.

You screwed up the easiest chance we had.

We're outside the Atlantic Hotel.

It's getting savage out here. You've gotta come get us.

Hey, Xander, they're coming to get you.

I don't understand, if you've always been so afraid of these storms,

how the hell you ended up with this job.

You could at least be in some nice, dry TV studio.

Up next we have weatherman, Willie

bringing you news of a big storm across the gulf.

Right, thank you, Casey. Yeah, that's right,

we got 500 miles of Armageddon on its way to crush your house and destroy your life.

All joking aside,

that is case number one for man-made climate change, the ocean warming.

It just gives more and more energy to these hurricanes.

Right now the limit's Cat 5.

Pretty soon it's gonna be Cat 6 and 7 and so on and so forth.

By that time you're killing hundreds of thousands of people.

If we can just figure out their secrets, you know,

me and my colleagues, people like us,

we could mitigate how these storms occur,

maybe even stop them altogether.

It seems...

It seems real personal for you.

Yeah, I just hope you never have to watch

someone you love die right in front of your eyes.

I have.

Back in Utah.

I made a bad decision, got someone killed.

I'm sorry to hear that, Casey.

It's like a weight you never really put down, do you?

No, you do not.

They're here, come on!

Oh, God.

Come on, man. Come on. Come on.

That tower's definitely active.

Has to be them.

Probably, but we got winds of 143.

That's a Cat 4. No way we can work on it up there.

What if we bring it down to us?

There's a pretty serious winch on this thing.

You think it could do the job?

That's one idea.

- Okay. - Hey, where are you going?

I can handle a cable,

but I can't handle that peashooter in case we get company.

I need you to stay here and watch my back for me.

- All right. - This is the winch.

- Out, in. - Copy.

- Be careful. - You too.

Jeez.

Will!

Will!

Oh, my God.

Casey, kill the lights!

- What? - Kill the lights!

Oh, no! Kill the lights!

Wait. Go back.

Somebody's up there.

Shit!

Jaqi, stay back.

The numbers are coming in.

- How many numbers to the code? - 33.

Here they come. Six...

Okay, this'll take a little bit of time,

- so just be patient. - I can be patient for &600 million.

- Jaqi. - Connor, wait.

She's gone, man. She's gone.

We gotta move. Now! Go get that woman. I'll cover you. Go on.

Can't you make it go any faster?

It's a computer.

It's working at the speed of light, thank you, Rice.

The spikes! The spikes!

- What? - Shoot the spikes!

- Thirty-six... - Four more.

- Sixteen... - Okay, we've got three more to go.

We've got one more...

What?

Yes! Yeah, hell, yeah!

Oh, jeez...

I'm out of ammo. We gotta go.

We're still tethered to the tower.

- We're sitting ducks. - Watch out!

You work here. Get us unhooked. I'll hold them off.

With what?

- It froze. - I can see that, shithead.

The line's been cut.

- Way to go, Casey. - What'd you say?

I said, "Way to go, Casey."

Stop!

- Rice, let him go. - Let him go!

Stop it!

Rice, stop!

Whoa.

Oh, jeez.

Come on.

Got it.

Perkins, let's get out of here or I'm going to die!

We're unhooked.

God damn that hick.

Lucky timing, I guess.

It's here in my notes. The vault's a Pollock Ajax.

One wrong entry and it shuts down for 48 hours.

Yep, that's what I thought. Now grok this...

It's a two-integer number...

So after the initialization, I analyzed the previous numbers.

It's a partial Fibonacci sequence. See?

Apply it forward and it'll narrow the probability of the 33rd number.

All right, we got two civilians, possibly armed.

We got at least three hostiles, all with P90s.

And they got Moreno.

- Get us out of here. We'll take them. - Yes, sir.

Holy shit.

He's trying to free the soldiers.

I've had to go for two hours.

All this water.

Good idea.

Let me get this straight.

You're the only one with the code and that's why they need you?

Right.

- Why don't you do it? - Why don't I what?

Open the safe. It's not your money.

I can't.

"Can't" is not an answer.

I just can't. That's the job right now, as shitty as it is.

- You don't understand. - I think I do.