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This is Alex from North Star, over.

- Hi, Alex. - Hi, Zoe. Can you get Jack for me?

Jack. North Star's on line 1.

Thanks.

Hi, Alex. How's going?

I'm Fine, Jack. I'll tell you what?

I sure would enjoy the eclipse, right now.

Ain't no fun on company time, pal.

OK, people. The moon has covered the sun and we are now in the shadow of the eclipse.

Weird. The eclipse looks like a big empty black hole.

Like inside of Jarrod's head.

Yeah. Thanks, nerds' ball.

Ow...

What? Are your parents like ... brainiacs or something?

My mother is a forensic pathologist and my dad studies meteorology.

I didn't know your dad studies meteors.

Why do we put up with him?

How's the last sector of ozone doing?

Uh. It's thin. We're talking some serious deterioration.

Uh, you can thank China for another billion tons of fossil fuel emissions.

You think half of a dozen of other countries should feel that rath?

Hey, Jack. When I get back, we'll break in the bottle of Scotch you've been saving.

We'll get blissed and solve all the world's problems.

Hey, listen. Our latest scan picked up an anomaly.

Look up. Look way up.

How far?

85 kilometers, give or take a few.

The temperature in mesosphere dropped 20 degrees.

I wonder if that's linked to solar eclipse?

I guess, it's possible.

You should publish the paper on it.

Scientific America. Face article by rogue atmospheric physicist.

No, thank you. Publish papers gives me trouble.

You're always getting into trouble.

Yeah, I realized that once I got married.

- That's why Alex and I prefer single life. - Oh... Yeah, yeah. Love being single.

Day of time is just late, everyone.

So in... a mind numblingly, incredibly boring solar eclipe.

Grab that?

- Jack Tate's answering service. - Hi, can I have Jack, please?

It's your wife.

- Emma ... - Where are you?

Divorce lawyer! I forgot.

Yes, you did. You're 20 minutes late.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I got distracted; something important came up.

How soon can you get here?

45 minutes.

We can grab a coffee. Off the clock.

We'll wait.

- Suppose you heard that too. - I heard. I'm sorry, buddy.

Just keep an eye on prime energy deposit. It's much smaller as temperature drops in mesosphere.

Sure. No sweat.

Ug... We're fine here. You got a lot going on. Take the weekend off.

You sure? What about the data?

Uh, no. We got backup.

Beside, we're coming straight in.

Thanks buddy. I appreciate it. See you Monday.

Good luck, mate.

Jack?

If you need a friend to talk to...

I'm fine. Thanks, Zoe.

Captain, let's head back to Hobart. Maybe, we can solve some over the weekend.

Right. Back to Hobart.

The temperature is dropping really fast.

What's happening?

Captain?

Captain? Up to the bridge.

It's another beautiful spring day in downtown Hobart.

Temperature is pleasant 72 degrees.

Looks like the sunshine will stay with us for a few more days.

Jack Tate.

You're late Jack. I've been waiting two days.

Where is last week's report?

Ah... It's coming.

We're sticking with some unexpected data; taking a little longer to analyze.

How much longer?

Very soon.

Yeah. As a reminder, the last time you went over the budget on monsoon study, we had ...

Walter, I'm loosing you.

You can't lack behind again, Jack.

Now, I can buy you a week, tops.

I... Er...

I ... go through ... dead zone ...

Uh! He annoys me.

12 years, I've been putting up with this crap.

He's the best field scientist ICRO has.

- I wouldn't be so hard on him. - Yeah. Well, you're right.

Maybe instead of Beijing, his next assignment should be... Siberia... Or some bullshit.

Are you two absolutely sure you can't turn this around?

No.

- Absolutely. - Absolutely?

You won't settle down, Jack. We're back in my hometown, Naomi likes it here ...

and you're about to accept the project to go to Beijing!

That's my job, Emma. I don't want to quit ICRO.

See? This is exactly why our marriage is not working.

No, no. We just need to talk about this, not from the blood-sucking parasite lady. No offense.

None taken.

All we do just talk. Nothing changes. I want a divorce.

Give me a little more time. I'll work something out. I'll get out of this project to the Beijing.

I've heard all this before.

Just a little more time. Please.

Hey, kido. Where are you going?

To Franny's.

You want me to give you a lift?

No, I'm walking.

Naomi, why don't you sit down. I think we should talk.

About what? How you forgot my 16th birthday three days ago?

I had a surprise plan.

Yeah, I'm sure you did. I got to go.

- Kido, would you give me a break? - Oh, dad. I'm not a kid.

I know what's going on between you and mom.

I know that this family is imploding, and there is nothing I can do about it.

You're workaholic. Your job comes first. It always has.

- That is not true. - Uh, you know it is.

You get a cause and you forget about us.

We moved half way around the world for you and you never even asked what she wanted.

What I wanted.

You're right.

You're right. I've been selfish, and arrogant and pig-headed.

Yeah, you have.

Would let me make it up to you?

I'm sorry, dad. I got to go.

- Rough day? - Yep, you could say that.

Well, we're gonna have to delay the meeting until we get the report from Jack Tate.

Yeah. About a week.

Yes, I'm trying to.

Yeah. Just cut him too much slack.

Well, thank you. Okay. Bye-bye.

I wish you could come.

Oh, yeah.

You and me and your girlfriends, on the cruise, would be a little crowded.

There's always room. You paid for the suite.

Well, consider it as pay back for my business trips.

Oh, I will.

Sally!

Stop your barking! You damn dog.

What the hell?

Would you look at that?

Sally!

- Rise and shine! - Oh god.

- You're early. - Well, I just love my work.

Sleeping in the office. Rough weekend, huh?

I had to get jump on the data report.

Sure, you did.

And yes. And there was avoiding Emma.

That's what I thought.

Jack Tate's answering service.

Brent Durrant said he might have an emergency response.

Hey, Brent. It's Jack.

What?

Stand back.

- Carefull. - Don't worry.

- Jack. - Brent.

- I'm sorry. - Just tell us what happened.

We have 15 bodies. No survivors.

Looks like the engine was still running. The course was set.

The boat on the ground with nobody at the helm.

What killed them?

We don't know.

There appears to be extensive tissue damaging.

Tissue damage? What kind of tissue damage?

We won't know until we get the autopsy report.

Listen. Zoe and I need to get on that boat.

Alex might have left video log or data entry that might explain what happend.

- It's really damp in here. - Be careful. It's slippery here.

It's wet.

What the hell happened?

This is gonna be a problem. It's soaked.

Hello?

Walter, I'm onboard on Northstar.

Alex and everyone... They're all dead.

What? Who died?

What are you talking about?

Alex and the entire crew are all dead.

How did that happen?

The boys have some sort of tissue damage.

The entire ship, inside now is dripping with condensation.

Jack, you're not making any sense here. This is the craziest thing I've ever heard.

I know...I know how crazy that sounds.

Now, what do we tell their families?

The autopsy reports are pending. I'll make sure you're informed immediately.

Emma's doing it?

Yeah.

What about Alex's log?

Maybe, there is a clue there. Something...

Well, we have Alex's hard drive. But, I'm not sure if it's been damaged.

OK. In the meantime, I'll get our people start to looking into this.

Call me as soon as you have any update.

Yes.

They're all dead.

I spoke with Alex three days ago.

Three days... And now he's gone.

Let's get out of here.

- Ready? - Think so.

Okay, let's see ...

Looks like a lot of files are corrupted.

Last file on video log is the weather SAT images.

What the hell happened out there?

There, did you see that?

What was it?

The data is corrupted, but it looked like a tear or rift in the ozone.

It's too fragile.

We need to comb up the data to a stable drive before we get into it.

Hey, what you find out?

Can you get over here right now?

There is something you need to see.

I'm on my way.

Comb the drive and call all the data from the weather satellite of the last sector.

Jack? Bring me back couple of chocolate bars.

Zoe, when was the last time you checked your blood sugar?

I'm fine. Just bring me chocolate.

I have information about a cold front 750 km from the Australia south coast.

It is only 90 kilometers wide. I've never come across the cold front so localized.

Look at isoterm analysis.

Have you seen anything like this before?

No. Interesting.

Can we get the temp from the circumpolar account?

What's the current weather forecast of that region?

Light wind out of the east. Clear sky. Nothing unusual.

Should we tell Barker?

No, no need.

It'll probably burn up in a few hours. But, you know, keep an eye on it.

Emma. What you got?

Thanks for coming.

This is one of the crew.

How were they killed?

Ice crystal formation in the bodies.

It was so rapid, they almost ruptured spontaneously.

Ice crystal?

Yeah. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense.

Take a look at this.

- What am I looking at? - Urea cells.

Notice the crystallized fractures around the outer edges?

Yeah. I see them.

I'm guessing, these cells froze at somewhere between 80 and 100 degrees below zero.

- How fast would the people ... - They wouldn't have known what hit them.

You have the time of death?

Best we can do right now, it's some time Friday afternoon.

72 hours ago.

Right after I spoke with Alex.

Jack ...

No, I'm okay.

I'm sorry. I need to take this. Zoe? I'm here.

National Weather is tracking a cold front. They pick it up a few hours ago.

Jack.

The coordinates match with North Star's position.

OK. Ruff in a simulation based on our data. Mesospheric, ozone, eclipse weather.

And Zoe, factor in the rift. If there's connection, we'll know what we're dealing with.

We copied the damaged hard drive...

We lost most of the ship's data. But, we did rescue points toward the anamolies. We're creating a simulation of what we believe killed the crew.

We got a lot of people anxious for answers. So, what do you get, Jack?

Solar eclipse seems to have an unexpected impact on mesosphere.

It causes the sudden and violence further drop in temperature. Triggering an increase the air density.

The ozone, which usually provides the buffer between us and the mesosphere was too weak to handle it...

Due to the damage from the man-made pollution.

The atmospheric pressure created a rift in the ozone.

Now as you know, hot air rises, and cold air drops.

The mesosphere air that leaked through the ozone rift created a funnel straight down to the Pacific ocean.

Now, we suspect that the very deadly cold front was born.

- Close to Northstar? - Looks like it.

Northstar probably had no idea what hit them.

How cold is the air from mesospheric rift?

Minus 140 degrees Fahrenheit. Now by the time it reaches the earth surface, it's probably cut in half.

But, we believe that it was still cold enough to flash-freeze a human body and a still-halt the ship.

As a reminder, this is just a simulation. Just a theory. Nothing has been proven.

The National Weather Service did pick up a localized cold front in the same area as North Star.

- And it is moving towards that coast. - As a scientific fact, the coldest regions on earth are not the poles...

but the mesosphere around us. Walter, in my professional opinion, this cold front is deadly.

- It was your opinion, Jack. - Walter, it is convincing argument.

We should explore this. Jack is right, the temperatures in mesosphere hop around minus 140 degrees Fahrenheit.

Can you tell me at this moment that this rift is factual? Documentable? Verifiable?

No, not yet. As I said, the majority of the ship's data was destroyed by moisture.

- I need to access another satellite with the... - Listen Jack, we can't go scare the pants off the public without the hard facts.

Just upload every srap of data that you have, send it to us for analysis.

Now, I'm assembling another team with John Duval and Christine Case.

They're also analizing this anomaly.

We'll keep you posted. I'll be in touch.

As a precaution. I think we should ask our affiliate stations to monitor this cold front.

There could be abnormality.

I'll tell the team to stay late, and expect Jack's data.

Do it.

Or we're gonna be very bad, Zoe.

Bad? As in illegal?

Let's just say... serious gray area.

What are we gonna do?

We use a military satellite to search for the ozone rift.

We're gonna need an access code?

Not necessarily. I got a backdoor into the system.

- Wow. You really are a bad boy. - Oh, please...

Half of my data last year came from hacked satellites.

We have to work quickly. I'm not sure how long we have access.

Done!

And what are you up to?

Test Media Emergency Response.

We can't wait for Walter. Need Brent to put a plan in action.

Marlene, you got to come. I'll be a third wheel.

I can't. My parents would kill me.

Promise me, you'll take the history notes.

I got you covered.

- See you. - See you.

Listen, Jack. This is way over my pay grade.

A rift in the ozone, super cold air from stratosphere killing people.

Mesosphere. And it's feeding the same cold front that killed the crew.

There could be other explanations.

A chemical leak onboard. Maybe CO2.

Oh, come on Brent. That doesn't make any sense.

The point is, we don't have the answers.

No, we just have 15 bodies.

And no official autopsy reports and no hard dates on the cold front. Look, by tomorrow morning, we'll have some facts.

No, tomorrow morning can be too late. If it is Tasmania, people are going to die.

You have no proof!

Brent, last year, who called in the hurricane that hit Queensland?

You did. Within hour, we were tracking it.

That's right. I called before the weather satellites picked it up.

I'll lose my job if I alert the emergency bulletin based on a theory.

Hell, what will I even say?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe, you can try "A severe cold front may be coming."

I can't.

This cold front is real, Brent.

You're the new leader of the emergency response. People should be warned.

Is it something we should know about there, Jack?

No, Sarah. Believe me, if there's a threat I would know about it.

I don't believe this. You are as bad as my boss.

Go back to your lab. Get me something other than a theory.

Theories don't kill people, Brent.

If this cold front hits the coast, it will do exactly like it did to North Star. A lot of people are gonna die.

Weather report is saying that if it hits, it's only likely to drop ten degrees.

They're wrong, Em. I'm picking up Naomi from school right now.

You should call your parents. Tell them to meet us in the lab. They will be safer there.

Our generator is well insolated. And we'll get supplies.

I know, Jack. Are you that sure?

You know me, Em. This isn't about over reacting. This is about being smart.

By the time the suits get their heads out of the sand, it's gonna be too late.

Marlene!

Where's Naomi?

I'm not sure, Mr. Tate. I have not seen her.

Marlene, this is very important, OK? I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't.

- Mr. Tate, I really don't want to get involved. - Where is she?

She went to Ryan's Beach Head with Franny and Jarrod. But, you can't tell her I told you.

I'm sorry Franny. Maybe, you guys should have come on your own.

What? And leave you sitting in Mr. Preston's math class.

- I'm gonna check out the waves. - You go ahead. We're gonna change.

All right.

- Jarrod's gonna love my new bathing suits. - Has your mother seen it?

She would freak!

Hey, it's Naomi's phone. You know what to do.

So?

- Waves could be better. - Ah, notice anything else?

- No crowd. - Yeah. Great.

So, you two are setting up a tent? I'm gonna surf.

Jack. Latest SAT report, Ryan's Beach Head has southern moisture tip. The cold front probably hit there first

- How close are you? - Another hour.

- You're gonna drive right into it. - Yes, believe me I know. Not much of a choice.

- You're gonna ground Naomi, right? - For the rest of her life, Zoe.

You reach Margaret and Harold. Please, leave a message.

Mom and Dad? When you get this message, give me a call on my cell. It is urgent.

- So, do you miss me? - You know I do.

Oh, I wish you were here. Walter, you would love it.

The buffet is fantastic. Crab legs every night.

- And they have a wonderful casino. - Well, that sounds exciting.

Is everything okay? You're not still at the office?

Well, sorry honey. Things are pretty hectic here.

We've had an accident on one of our vessels.

- How bad? - Bad enough.

Oh, honey. I'm sorry.

I don't want to bore you with the details right now.

Just have fun on the rest of your trip. And I love you.

Love you too.

All our stations have reported in with the new data. Jonathan and Christine's teams are going over it now.

Uhuh. When can they have the analisis written?

I say, within two three days.

No, tell them I need it in 24 hours.

Oh no, nothing like this.

This is the top priority. Give them any resouces they want.

If they want another analyst, pull him off from the other teams I will approve the overtime.

Okay.

- My dad calling me again. - Whatever you do, don't...

Don't worry. I'm not gonna answer it.

Hey, it's Naomi's phone. You know...

I still can't believe they went to see a lawyer.

Maybe, they get back together. You know, happens all the time.

- Yeah, I hope so. - Anyway, I'm going in. You coming?

Please.

I'll put my toe in.

Nice, Jarrod!

Hey, what's that?

Weird.

Jack, it's almost on top of you. What's your ETA?

- Five minutes. I'll make it. - Hurry!

That's so freaking cool!

Are you watching this? It's incredible!

I've never seen anything like that before

Naomi!

- Oh, no. - What?

It's my dad.

- Dad, I swear we're gonna come back tonight. - We are, Mr. Tate. Honest.

Shut up. Both of you. Girls listen to me.

Girls, do you see that fog? The bank of fog is cold enough to kill us.

- What? - What?.

We need to get to the car, right now. Right now.

- Jarrod! - Franny!

Stay here.

Franny!

- Jarrod! - Jarrod!

- Mr. Tate? - Jarrod! Get out of the water!

- Mr. Tate. What is going on? - Get out of the water. The cold will kill you!

Get in, Jarrod. Get in. Hurry!

Hurry, Jarrod!

Jarrod, hurry!

Franny! Run!

Hurry! Run! Run!

Hang on!

Hello. This's Brent.

Brent. It just hits the Ryan's Beach Head.

- What just hits the beach? - The cold front.

I know. We're taking steps.

No, you don't know. It just killed two kids on the beach.

What are you talking about?

It's formed into ice fog. It must be 80 or 100 degrees below.

You know what that does to human bodies?

- It's not possible. - Kill them in seconds.

It's gonna hit the city.

I'm on it.

I'm sorry about Franny and Jarrod.

Dad, what's happening?

There's a tear in the ozone. Frigid air is leaking through it. And a cold front, big one...

- It freezes everything it touches. - Are we gonna die?

- Are we, Dad? - Not if I can help.

- Mom, Dad! - Emma!

- What are you doing here? - I tried to call, but I couldn't get through.

Is everything okay?

A cold front is moving in. We got to go to the lab. It's better equipped.

Jack and Naomi are gonna met us there.

Don't need to go anywhere. Cold front hits, we got enough firewood and food to sit it out.

Dad, you don't understand. This is not natural cold front. This is cold enough to kill.

Never heard the line of that before. Somebody get their brain radiated from sitting in front of the computer all day.

Harold.

Besides, it would be all over the TV. They'd tell us about it.

- They do not know what Jack knows. - Well, I'm telling you, cold front can kill.

Dad, we need to trust him.

- Jack? - Naomi is with me.

- I'm okay mom - Hi.

Listen, I underestimate how quickly this cold front is moving in. Where are you?

At mom and dad's. We're gonna some supplies and meet you at the lab.

You and your folks stay put. You won't make it over in time.

Are you and Naomi gonna be okay?

Yeah, we'll be fine. We're heading to the lab, right now.

Jack, how long this's gonna last?

I don't know, Em. The thing's gonna get worse before it gets better. So, hunger down. Start plaster the heat.

Gather firewood, anything that burns. And warm clothing.

We will.

- I'll see you soon, sweetie. Okay? - Bye, Mom.

- Are we going to the lab? - No.

Jack said, we should stay here. It's moving too quickly.

Sir, Brent Durrant has an emergency response on line 1.

Barker here.

A cold front hits Tasmania. The temperature is measuring well below 80 Fahrenheit.

- When did this happen? - Just moments ago.

Okay. Thanks for keeping me informed.

Listen up, everyone! The cold front we've been monitoring has hit.

The temperature is far below freezing. We're implementing emergency protocol...

For severe weather in Tasmania. Effective immediately.

Contact all TV and radio stations. Warning bulletin is going out in one minute.

- Should we go national. - Yes.

And I want starcast in every city and town across Australia. To the minute.

We might have a disaster on our hands.

We interrupt our regular programming to bing this emergency broadcast.

An unexpected cold front has hit the southern coast of Tasmania.

In approximately two hours, it will reach the city of Hobart.

- Expect freezing temperatures. - Freezing temperatures? It's freaking spring!

... Preferably whether is a wood stove or a fireplace.

Have warm clothing at hand.

Please, listen to emergency radio station 051...

For regular updates on weather and traffic conditions.

Stay calm and stay tune.

Please, the cold front is not apoclypse. You shouldn't get to pay.

Excuse me. It's confirmed. The cold front hit Tasmania at minus 100 degress Fahrenheit

So, that's what killed the crew.

There's no doubt. It starts with a proto super cool ice fog.

and then envelops its surroundings. That explains how their flesh was frozen.

God, that's unbelievable.

Okay. Let's get a meeting together with John and Michael and Christine and figure it out how to reverse this.

I highly recommend you include Jack in the committee. He understands what's going on.

Look, I don't want to involve him just now. He'll complicate everything. We have his data.

- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure. Come on. Let's go.

Thank you, John.

Jack, the downloading of the data is completed. But, the military satellite paint up in space...

found the ozone rift, got exact coordinates,

and temperature reading, proving that the mesosphere is veining the cold front.

Good. Transfer the data to the ICRO, and NOAA and Emergency Response.

We'll do.

How are you holding up?

Lonely. They all left when they announced the state of emergency.

That was not what I'm asking, Zoe.

I'm fine.

That's good. Because, we'll be there soon.

I hope you're not taking the scenic road.

Cold front is speeding at in about an hour.

One of more reasons to crank the thermostat.

The hotter the better.

There should be couple jackets in the lockers and few blankets in the back room.

- We need those too. - I'm on it.

Wait for me, Jenny. Jenny, wait for me.

- Let's move. - Look out.

Christine, quickly!

Sarah! Sarah Barron!

- I'm scared. - Yeah. Me too.

- You are? - Oh, yeah.

Damn it!

Insulin ...

- Go down into the gymnasium! - This way, this way.

Reporting from Tasmania's weather bureau, Hobart has just been hit by extremely cold air mass.

Emergency helters are open to receive people who do not have protective shelter.

The cold front has the leading edge of deadly ice fog.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is captain speaking. We've begun our descent into Hobart.

Echo 514, this is Hobart tower. We have dangerous weather conditions.

Hobart, repeat it. Repeat last weather condition.

- We have dangerous weather conditions. - Hobart, flight control is not working.

We're coming in. The weather office cannot predict how long this deep freeze will last. Officials are advising all residents...

- Mom! It's getting really cold! - Not now, I'm on the phone.

- Mom, weather service said we should go to the gymnasium. - Gary, I'm on the phone.

I got to go.

Mom, we gotta go!

Mom, hurry.

Oh, my god! Mom!

Hurry!

We have just recived word that an airliner has just crashed in Hobart.

Authorities are speculating that the hazard ice fog that sweeping across Tasmania is the probable cause.

The Parliament has convened the emergency session to address the crisis.

The Prime Minister has mobolized the military to assist in the emergency measures.

All military personnels have been called back to their bases to aid in the aid effort.

Listen. When we pull in, we have to move fast. You got it?

Got it.

Hurry! Run!

Zoe?

Jack! Naomi! Thank god you made it.

It's hitting us now. Are we prepared?

As much as we can be.

Dad, is the power gonna go out?

No. Generator is just suggesting the dropping in temperature.

As long as it keeps running, we'll stay warm.

This is insane! The ice fog is minus 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

In the morning, it will be half of that.

Balming minus 45.

It's not funny.

It wasn't meant to be.

Jack! Are you and Naomi okay?

Yes, we're fine. We're at the lab.

Hobart has been hit. People are dying.

I know. Listen to me. Whatever you do, do not go outside.

It's gonna hit you any minute now.

Dad, can I talk to her?

Mom, it's me. I'm so scared.

Naomi, listen. Everything's gonna be okay.

- Naomi? - Mom?

- Mom? - Naomi?

Hello?

Cell tower is down.

I lost her.

Listen!

Let me in!

- There is somebody out there. - Oh, dear lord.

- Help! Let me in! - Close the door!

Let's get her in front of the fire.

You'll be fine.

I can not feel ...

- Can't feel ... - Shhh! You're in shocked.

Where is my brother?

- He's ... - I'm sorry. You're alone.

He got... He got lost ... in the fog.

Listen. I'm sure he found shelter with someone.

My parents told me to look after him.

It's okay. It's okay.

Where is my pill?

It's okay.

We got them.

This is heart medication.

The shock in her system could kill her.

It's not right. Should have more warnings.

Sir, we just plug in to Hobart's traffic camera systems. These are live.

It's ice age.

Sir, you got an incoming video call.

- Brent, what's going on? - We've tried, but there's no time.

Where are you?

We hold up at the center with about 300 locals.

30 have severe frost burn. We're lucky, our generator is still working.

Did you set up shelter?

Yes. We use school gymnasium and community centers and few more.

But not all of them have generators.

Casualties?

Oh, this is happening so damn fast.

- Brent, how many are dead, any idea? - I do not know. I think is high.

- Dad, when it's gonna stop? - I don't think it will.

Not, unless we can stop the mesosphere air from feeding the cold front. The only way to do that is to close the rift.

Zoe, send me the rest of MPA signature.

Sending ...

Last Thursday, Alex recorded mesosphere discharges in the same sector of rift.

Checking the electromagnetic radiation levels.

Discharges are consistent enough to work as ignitor. This could work.

Hello.

Walter, it's Jack. I think I know how to close the rift. I'm gonna need ICRO's support.

Yeah, Jack. We're on it. You need to focus on keeping your family and you safe.

What are you gonna do?

We're gonna close the rift by releasing 300 weather balloons carrying magnesium particles under the ozone layer.

The high altitude jets will ignite the phosphor material with their air-to-air missiles.

The resulting explosions will ionize the ozone, repair the rift, stop the cold front and its threads.

It's a joint U.S.-Australian operation, effective immediately.

Walter, it's not gonna work. The only way to close the rift is to work with nature, not against it.

Well, the best of the best scientific minds can't be all wrong, Jack.

They're wrong, Walter. Trust me. Instead of attacking the problem from bottum up, though artificial means, we need to attack from top down.

Stimulate the mesosphere, so nature creates the ozone through lightning.

You're out of the loop, Jack.

Just send me your data. I'll have a look at it.

It's been approved.

It's a mistake, Walter.

Look, I got to go.

What are we gonna do?

We go ahead with our simulation without ICRO's support.

Walter isn't exactly the biggest fan, is he?

See, he's gonna get a lot of people killed.

The resulting explosions will ionize the air...

Creating more ozone, repair the rift and stop the cold front.

Now, I will be heading up the U.S. operation along with General Stratton.

And we understand that one of your bases in Queensland has an atmosphere exitor with large supply of weather balloons on hand.

Yeah, that's right.

Good. Well, make sure they're operational.

We will be coordinating there the deployment through your department.

Our office will give you the targeting and payload information shortly.

Zoe, how's going?

Fine. Other than I haven't slept in 24 hours.

Jack!

What?

I did a search on the ozone rift based on the status signature.

Look!

Three more ozone rifts.

What's happening?

It looks like the first rift creates ripples across the ozone layer, triggering further rifts.

And it gets worse.

New recipe to be making more ripples.

Sir! A severe cold front has formed over Tokyo.

Tokyo?

There's no way that's conected to our rift.

It's not. SAT reports are flooding in. New ozone rifts had been identified.

One over Japan. Three more confirmations.

Oh, my god!

They're above Russia, England and China.

Damn it!

I am worried about them.

Oh, honey. There's always hope.

Jack's smart. He's survivor.

I know he's smart. He's brilliant.

And idealistic, and self-centered and messing his own health.

If anyone can save Naomi, it's him, right?

Is anybody there? Over.

Who am I talking to? Over.

Drew Wilson. Who am I talking to? Over.

Harold Stuart. Where are you calling from, Drew?

Sounds just like kid.

Bar Harbor, Maine, United States of America. Where are you? Over.

I'm calling from Hobart, Australia. And we got a problem.

Australia? It's freezing in your country. People and animals are dying everywhere. Over.

I know, son. If you got a Television or a radio handy,

I want you to turn on the national news and let me listen. I need to know what's going on down here. Over.

What's happened? Did we lose him?

No, I don't think so.

We have just received an update. Weather crisis has gone global. Parts of Europe and Asia are now affected.

Here in the U.S., Federal agencies have also declared the state of emergency.

As the cold fronts can hit our shores at any time.

I got to go tell my mom.

Kid? Are you there? Damn it. Your mother can wait. This is important!

Kid? Are you there?

Pete, get me Walter Winslaw in Philadelphia!

Yes, sir.

How's Tokyo?

Official said, in the thousands.

Walter Winslaw, line one.

Walter. We have the weather balloons. They're rigged and ready for magnesium distributions.

This is great news.

What launch site did you pick?

At any air force base. With four currents and eight currents, we'll be 90 percent on target.

- So we are on track? - Yes, we are.

Walter, what about the other rifts?

Well, the ICRO is coordinating with twelve other countries.

If we pull this off, they'll do the same. So, thank your people for me.

Bye.

Great work.

Sit down, please, everybody! It's okay. We are safe in this building. I guarantee you that.

We have generators as our heating. Please. There are a lot of people rely on us to do our jobs.

We're the last line of defense, people.

Okay, people. Launch is in an hour. Let's get to it.

I still think, we should have Jack onboard.

Look, the simulations show an 85 percent success rate.

We have no backup plan.

Even if the simulations are accurate, there's still a 15 percent chance of failure.

Jack can give us the backup plan. He's been working on it.

How do you know?

He told me. I've been sending him our data.

Look, it's a dead issue, Tammy.

Let's just concentrate on the job at hand!

- Pete, what's the latest? - Six new confirmed cold fronts.

Whereas a mighty 20 percent of the planet is now affected. The only good news is that our launch areas are free of ice fog.

Move it, move it, move it.

What the hell is down here?

James? What's happening?

Getting there. Still got ten balloons to prepare.

I want the status report every ten minutes. You got it?

Copy that.

Flight control. Bravo 203 and 207 prep for launch.

Sir, we're detecting a cold front.

Sixty kilometers from USS Adams.

How is that possible?

A new rift must have opened.

We've never seen one moving this fast before.

It picked up the west wind drift and it's picking up speed.

The latest Brent said, it's a bank of ice fog.

- Temperature? - Minus 19 and falling.

Get the USS Adams to the launch. Launch just didn't get any more. How long to the reach time there?

Based on the current location, approximately 45 minutes. So, balloons can take an hour to reach the delivery altitude.

James, launch those balloons now. We have an emergency situation with USS Adams.

Copy that. Start the 15-minute pre-launch sequence.

We don't have time. Launch! Launch!

Launch all units! Repeat, launch all units!

All the balloon units are away. Over.

All balloon flight conditions are optimal. They've reached the polar jet stream.

- Anything on Winslaw's launch? - Nothing.

Every government in the world knows what's happening, but, typically, Joe citizens are the last to know.

How goes the simulation?

Calculating the blast radius, based on magnesium cloud dispurses.

Switch to ammonium nitrate. More bang, less weight.

We're tracking inbound weather disturbance. 200 yards eastern.

Launch catapult one and two.

Deck crews to shelter.

Jack here.

It's Tammy. They had to move up the launch.

The cold front hit the aircraft carrier.

- Did the jets make it? - Yeah, they airborned.

But we lost all communications with USS Adams.

Jack, I'm really worried this mission might fail.

Tammy, is there any way we can monitor the mission's progress?

Yeah, I'll send you a link.

- They'll patch you to military feed. - Thanks. I owe you one.

Hey, what a friend's for.

Status of the balloons?

Better than expected. Should be in mine in two minutes.

Air Double reporting that balloons have reached the target position and altitude.

Bravo leader, what is your status?

47 seconds to maximum altitude. Arming missile warheads.

This is Bravo leader. We have reach the maximum firing altitude.

Bravo 203, you are go for missile launch.

Roger. Firing missiles.

Missiles, away.

Tracking outbound missiles climbing to target.

Missiles, 16 miles to target.

Missiles, 10 miles to target.

Missles, 80 seconds to target.

Releasing magnesium payload from high altitude balloons.

Magnesium payload dispersing in target area. Missiles 30 seconds away from proximity detonation.

Make it happen. Make it happen.

Missiles,15 seconds to target.

5 seconds to detonation.

- I am really worried about mom - Yeah, me too.

- It's funny because you don't look like it. - Where did that come from?

Well, you don't talk about her and you're not doing anything to contact her.

Sweetheart, that's because we're stuck here.

And there's job that needs to be done. I can't focus on something I can't control.

Yeah. Well, the world is freezing, Dad.

- And mom is probably already dead! - Don't do that. You can't think like that.

Sweetheart, I want you to know right now I love you more than anything.

And we're gonna get through this. You and me, your mom and the rest of the world.

How? It's hopeless.

300 weather balloons delivered magnesium into the rift.

It should create enough ozone to seal the rift.

I am hopeful.

I am very hopeful that Winslaw's plan would work.

Magnesium should be taking an effect. The rift should be closing by now.

- What's the status of the rift? - Latest status is coming in now.

The ozone level has increased by 6.7 percent.

The rift itself has only shrunk 14 percent.

This is Walter Winslaw. The detonation has had a little affect on the ozone rift.

It appears, the dispersal may be too wide.

It failed.

We're still unable to contact the USS Adams. But,..

We will be discussing our next course of action shortly. In the meantime...

continue your emergency measures and safeguard your population.

Winslaw out.

Damn it, Walter.

- It's up to you now, isn't it? - Looks like it.

What's delivery system that you need for this?

Have two rockets with the ammonium nitrate.

Ammonium nitrate?

Unlike the balloons, we allow the natural lightning activities in mesosphere to ignite the ammonium nitrate cloud above the ozone rift.

There's enough cause of lightning activities to create a chain reaction. Basically, we're using nature to heal itself.

- That's it? - That's it.

If the rift closed, we cut off the mesosphere air feeding the cold front. Cold front dies.

- This might be our last chance. - I know.

I suspect in the next little while, the effects of the cold front will be irreversible.

You should have been onboard from the beginning, Jack. It was a road call.

Walter, it's not an issue.

Okay. I'll contact Stratton and get him to work out the stagistic for the rockets. In the meantime,...

Get us the target and payload calculations as quickly as you can.

Good luck.

Let's finish our work.

Are you sure? I just spoke to my wife two days ago.

Maybe, the cruise ship changed its route. Cold front could miss them.

No. It's clear that ship was hit by the ice fog. They sent us a distress call before the signal was cut off.

- No, I... I understand. - I am sorry, sir.

- Something we can do for you? - No, I ...

No, I'm fine.

- Thank you. - Goodbye, sir.

- Are you okay, Zoe? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Just feel like under the weather.

Discharges are consistent enough to seal the rift. Final calculation should be ready soon.

- Zoe! - Zoe!

- What's wrong with her? - Ah... She's diabetic. Zoe!

- Where's your insulin? - I ran out.

- Last injection ... Two days ago. - Two days ago?

I didn't think we would be camping here this long.

- I can go to town. - But, the calculations?

The computer is finishing the simulation. There's nothing more we can do.

- I have to go. - Dad, it's too cold outside.

It's only minus 50. If I can get the engine start, then I'll be fine.

Dad, please be careful!

Whatever you do, do not let her fall to sleep. She can go into a coma.

- Okay. - I'll be back as soon as I can.

Zoe, stay with me.

What's the launch status, General?

We have rockets ready under and waiting for payload data.

We're launching our first strike from the Vandenberg base in California. We're also coordinating with NATO for the follow up.

Here, drink this.

Hello?

Who is this?

- Naomi Tate. - Jack's daughter?

Yeah.

Where's your father? He was working on some important calculations for me.

He's getting Zoe's insulin. She's dying.

Look, a lot more people are gonna be dying if I don't have those calculations.

You know where they are?

I think the computer was building something when he left.

Mr. Winslaw, I think the simulation is completed.

Can you upload them for me?

I think we should wait. He can be back any minute.

Naomi, listen to me now. I need those calculations.

We can't wait for your father. Rifts are opened up over the U.S..

Now, if it hits the launch site, it's too late.

Did you key in the upload site?

- Yeah. I just drag all the files in. - Good girl.

Okay. I think the data is uploading now.

No, no, no!

Naomi!

- Transpassing. - I'm sorry. I just... I need medicin.

You're gonna ransack my shop.

No, please. Don't hurt me.

I'm not gonna hurt you. I just need some insulin.

- A woman is dying. - We're all dying.

The world is dying. Why did God let this happen to us?

God didn't do this. We did it to ourselves.

We polluted our atmosphere.

Zoe, stay focus.

Don't worry. Dad will come.

- He's good man. - Yes.

He loves your mom. And he comes for you.

Zoe! Zoe! Stay with me.

Zoe!

You have pretty hair.

My daughter has pretty hair too.

Her name is Naomi.

She's about your age. She's 16.

Going on 30.

She's dead.

Sorry, darling.

Another rift's just opened. Soon, the launch site will be compromised.

Has anyone managed to get Jack's lab back online?

No.

What's going on over there?

- Dad! - What happened?

The generator went down. It's freezing in here.

It is.

Please, tell me the simulation finished.

It did.

Winslaw called and I tried to upload the data, but the power went out.

- She's gonna be okay? - I hope so.

Were they ready to launch?

Winslaw was really afraid. He said the launch path can be hit at any moment.

Okay. I'm gonna get the generator going. Hey!

Hey.

Stay with her. Reboot the computer when the power is coming back on.

The rockets are fueled and we need to initiate the pre-launch. Where are the targetting calculations?

I got a stress. Our launch area can be hit at any moment.

I understand General. I'll have the information within an hour.

We don't have an hour. My boys tell me we barely have 40 minutes. If we don't the data now, it's doomsday.

- You did it! - Let's see if the data is there.

Good. We haven't lost the data.

Sending.

Okay. Jack's calculations are coming in now. Get them to Stratton immediately.

I'm on it.

TD command confirmed launch of ICBM's.

Flight parameters, normal. Birds, on track. 38 minutes to target.

1800 miles to target. Detonation in seven minutes.

700 miles to target.

50 miles to target. Detonation in 24 seconds.

15 seconds to detonation. Initiating payload seperation.

Eight, seven, six ...

... Five, four, three ...

... Two, one ...

- Detonation has been confirmed. - Is it working?

We'll know soon enough.

We have just received the confirmation that the U.S. and Australia forces

Have detonated three rockets above part of southern Australia.

If the mission is success, it will close the rift there.

The rift should be closing by now.

We're receiving the latest SAT data.

The ozone levels have jumped 80 percent!

- 80 percent. - We did it.

Detonation was a complete success.

The rift is satrting to close.

Nice work, Jack.

We did it!

I'm sorry about Elizabeth.

Yeah ...

Earlier today other countries successfully launched rockets...

closing other ozone rifts, stopping similar crises that have been plaguing the nations.

Reports are flooding in from around the globe. It appears the cold fronts have been halted.

You hear that?

All reports became maintenance to keep catastrophic freeze from threatening the world.

Mom!

Naomi, baby! Oh!

Oh, sweetie!

Might take a little longer for me to clean my act up.

My contract requires I give two weeks notice before I resign.

I can give you two weeks.

In fact, I can give you three. Or four. Or ...