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- [Man's Voice] This is the next evolution

in homeland security.

Without projects like Thunderhead,

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there would be no B2 bomber.

- But I ask you again, doctor: at what cost?

At what point do we cut our losses,

reallocate funds and manpower instead

of throwing both into an endless pit?

- [Doctor] A pit?

That's what you call preserving America's status

as the world's mightiest nation?

(ominous music)

- Doctor, the United States has, and will always occupy

that status, on the merits of our men and women in uniform.

Now, we appreciate all you've done and dedicated

to Project Thunderhead, but you and I both know that--

- [Doctor] You appreciate what I've done?

(ominous music)

You, senator, and your gallery of pompous bureaucrats

think that you can just stop me--

- Insulting the gentlemen in this very room

will not help your case, doctor.

(ominous music)

- [Doctor] Gentlemen, cowards, Thunderhead has led

this nation to the brink of the most powerful weapon

our enemies have yet to field.

- Calm down, Marcus.

- I am calm.

I won't let you destroy this.

- You need to grasp that this is beyond your control.

- [Marcus] Nothing is beyond my control.

(ominous music)

- Repent, repent sinners!

Repent, eh!

The end is coming, the end is nigh!

And when it comes, they're going to fry.

The den of thieves will burn in hell.

(ominous music)

- Your ride's here, senator.

- Thank you, Chloe.

Tell them I'll be down in a minute.

And I've told you before, it's okay to call me: dad.

- Will do.

And Secretary Perry's office called.

He won't be able to make your nine o'clock.

- Probably for the best.

These committee meetings always run over,

and I've got the Pentagon briefing after that.

- Should I reschedule?

- See if he has any time on Friday.

- Okay.

- Looking good, Jason.

Positively presidential.

(clucking)

- Now is the winter of our discontent.

Made glorious summer by this,

Senator Jason Aldrich.

(tense music)

Excuse me, sir?

Can you please spare some change for a fellow

that's had some hard luck?

- [Bodyguard] Back off!

- No, it's okay.

- I am Set, I am Adad, I am the God of Storms,

and I will have my revenge.

- [Bodyguard] Are you alright, sir?

- No harm done.

That man should be in a hospital.

Let him go.

- [Bodyguard] Keep walking, pal.

- You should have been more charitable

a long time ago, senator.

- [Chloe] What'd he mean by that?

- Won't be long, and I'll sing my song.

- No idea.

But I think I've seen him before.

- [Bodyguard] We should be moving, senator.

- When?

- Took it all away, and now you're going to pay!

(electronic beeping)

(dramatic music)

Yes.

Yes.

It begins.

(rain pattering)

(thunder booming)

(crashing)

(laughing)

(smashing)

- Oh, I wouldn't do that, if I were you.

I'd go for the 10 gig model.

Works a lot better.

If you don't use the wifi, it'll last all day.

Put your hands against the wall!

(grunting)

- Hey man, the sky's bleeding man,

and you're gonna stop me from shoplifting?

- Don't move.

Whatever it is, it's not blood.

(siren wailing)

- Come on, man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Please, let me go!

(sirens wailing)

(rain pattering)

- [Woman In Red] Over here!

- I got a hole in my splash bag!

(sighing)

Thank you.

- How am I supposed to make lead anchor

when you have me looking like some chick

in a wet T-shirt contest?

- Forecast didn't say zip about red rain.

I'm ready.

- I'm coming!

- What are you doing?

- Saving your ass.

(unintelligible muttering)

How do I look?

- Edgy.

Rolling!

- The downpour of what's being called blood rain

has Washingtonians running for cover.

So far, officials are at a loss to explain

this never before heard of occurrence.

(guns firing)

(whirring)

- David the man!

Nice shooting.

I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, big guy.

- What are you talking about, when I'm gone?

- Staying up all night, pulling double shifts.

You must be bucking for detective.

I say six months, tops.

- I'd get that two grand you owe me before I take off.

- Ouch. (laughing)

You hear about the lightning storm over the capital?

Took out a couple tourists.

- [David] I heard.

- Did you hear it was red lightning?

(faint popping)

- Red lightning?

- Yeah, pretty biblical, right?

It's like the man upstairs is finally getting

all Travis Bickle on this place.

- Evapotranspiration of particulate matter

would explain he red rain, but--

- Evapo-what?

- Red lightning?

- Don't try to change the subject.

That was a six, no, seven syllable word.

I heard it.

Where did that come from?

Is there something you're not telling me?

- There's nothing about me you don't know.

(gun firing)

- [Radio DJ] We've heard some pretty wild theories so far,

and we have plenty more callers on the line.

Okay, caller, you're on the air.

What do you think caused the downpour of blood rain?

- [Caller] Oh, man, you better believe

it was the government.

Those guys have scientists hunkered down in bunkers

doing who knows what.

It's gotta be some kind of experimental compound

or something; they were trying--

(somber music)

- [Newscaster] We've seen a record number of red algae

blooms happening in coastal waters over the past decade,

and it's really not a big stretch of the imagination

to think that this would happen,

with the rising of the temperatures.

Look, the surface of the water is heating up

and evapotranspiration is taking place.

- [Newscaster] Can you explain that?

What exactly is evapotranspiration?

- Sure, evapotranspiration is evaporation

and transpiration, and when the (muttering)

evaporates into steam, it goes up into the clouds.

(unintelligible muttering)

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(tense music)

- Find what you're looking for?

- Hey, whoa!

- [David] Jacob!

- It's not loaded.

- What the hell?

How did you get in here?

- Mail lady let me in.

She's nice.

Bottle opener?

It's a twist off.

I like your badge.

(phone ringing)

- Federal Bureau of Investigation,

how may I direct your call?

- Yes, hello, I have some information regarding

the lightning storm that hit Washington this morning.

I don't know who I should be talking to.

Maybe someone in Homeland Security.

- Which lightning storm, ma'am?

- The lightning storm that did all the damage.

- Ma'am, you've contacted

the Federal Bureau of Investigations.

You may want to try the National Weather Service.

If you hold one minute, I'll get you that number.

(clanking)

- How long has it been?

- Six years, five months, three days.

- What you doing now?

- Applied physics, Johns Hopkins University.

See you're still keeping up with the trades.

Not sure if you're a good cop,

but you are a hell of an interior decorator.

- Yeah, it's the only thing I got in the divorce.

You hear from Marcus?

He still helping the Defense Department come up

with environmentally safe ways to destroy the planet?

- Year after you left, DARPA cut his funding.

Didn't take it very well.

He sold his house, closed his bank accounts,

pretty much went off the grid.

- Really?

- Really, about a year after you left.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- We weren't speaking, remember?

- Are you suggesting that the lightning storm

was an act of terrorism?

- Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.

When they pulled the funding for his project,

he swore he'd get revenge, and I think that's what's--

- What did you say his name was?

- Marcus Grange, G-R-A-N-G-E.

- Where is he now?

- That's what I want to know.

The lightning, the red rain.

- What are you talking about?

- There's been other anomalous weather phenomena,

it just hasn't been over populated areas.

That's why it hasn't made the news.

Do you remember the thing that dad was working on?

The very last thing?

He called it: atmospheric ordnance.

- Are you trying to suggest that Marcus had something

to do with all of this?

- I'm suggesting that he was different.

Scary different.

- Name a personality disorder; he's got symptoms.

- You're not taking this seriously enough.

- And I think you're taking this a little too serious,

Mister Conspiracy Theory.

It's impossible to control weather to this extent.

Not that I don't wanna get all nostalgic right now, but--

- Yeah, sure, it's fine.

- I'm exhausted; I just wanna go to bed, okay?

Can we talk about this--

- I knew you wouldn't listen anyway.

You've been done with this family for a long time.

- That's not fair and you know it.

- Oh, come on, give it a rest, David.

You're the smartest guy in the room,

and you've wasted your life writing speeding tickets?

Look me in the eye and tell me

that's not just to piss him off!

- I think you should probably leave.

- Whatever.

Thanks for the beer.

- Next time, call first!

- Look, Dr. Grange is a brilliant man,

a brilliant scientist, but he's very unstable.

When they pulled the funding for his project,

he swore he'd get revenge, and I think,

no, what, hello?

Hello?

Ah, dammit.

(engine rumbling)

(buzzing)

- [Voicemail Recording] You've reached David Grange.

I'm either working or sleeping, so shoot me a message

and I'll call you back. (beeping)

(ringing)

- Hello?

- Hello, is this Jacob Grange?

- [Jacob] Yeah.

- [Samantha] Jacob, hi.

My name is Samantha Winter,

I'm a physics post doc at Georgetown.

- Yeah, what, what's this about?

- I worked with your father.

I was his lab assistant

when he was at the Defense Department.

I was there when he had his breakdown.

Hello?

- [Jacob] I'm here.

So what is it I can do for you?

- I think your dad is back in town.

- [Jacob] Meet me tonight.

(dramatic music)

- You know how I feel about asparagus.

Oh, helty-smelty, they make my T-T stink!

Can't we just have like a steak and potato,

with some canned peaches?

- You're eating grilled chicken and asparagus

and that's the end of it.

If you have a problem with that,

you can sleep with Rufus in the doghouse.

(laughing)

- Oh, that reminds me.

We got this bum who's been hanging around

the last couple of days.

He just set up camp outside the front gate.

I don't care how broke I was, I wouldn't wanna live

in a shack outside a power station. (laughing)

(ominous music)

(beeping)

(accelerating beeping)

(hissing and rumbling)

Hold on, babe, something's going on.

What the hell?

I gotta call you back, baby, the monitor's on the blink.

- For too long, the Defense Department's mantra has been:

secrecy at all costs.

As a result, billions of dollars have disappeared

into a fiscal black hole.

I'm here to dispel any uncertainty,

and to help make this transition go as smoothly as possible.

(dramatic music)

If passed into law, my bill would promote full transparency

in all areas of defense related research and development.

(beeping)

- This is the way the world ends.

- Now, I know this is a bitter pill to swallow,

gentlemen, but swallow it you must.

For the sake of this great institution.

(muttering)

(dramatic music)

- Jacob?

(murmuring)

Samantha.

- Ah, oh!

Sorry.

Do you wanna sit?

Can I get you a coffee, anything?

- No, I'm fine, thank you.

Look, I wanted to talk to you because the lightning storm--

- It was all him.

- I know it is.

I called the FBI, but they wouldn't believe me.

I thought you might.

- Do you know where he is?

- Not exactly.

Jacob, if we're right, then a lot of people are in danger.

We have to do something.

(ominous music)

- What's this?

Some kind of civilian haze thing?

(ominous music)

- No way.

(thunder rumbling)

- What the hell's going on?

- [Man's Voice] We need to get away from these windows.

(rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- This is not good.

- Gary!

(rumbling)

Gary!

Gary, are you there?

(thunder booming)

(dramatic music)

- [News Anchor] If you're just joining us,

what you are witnessing is the aftermath of an unexplained

lightning storm that has struck the pentagon.

Meteorologists are baffled

at the origins of this freak storm.

Damage reports are unclear, and Pentagon officials

have yet to release any further information.

- Marcus.

(sirens wailing)

- [News Anchor] The Pentagon is being evacuated

as emergency vehicles rush to the scene.

This is, without a doubt, one of the most devastating

catastrophes this country has ever seen.

(ominous music)

(banging)

- [David] Who is it?

- [Jacob] It's me.

- It's open.

Since when the hell do you knock?

- Since you almost shot me last night.

Oh, David, Samantha.

Samantha, David.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Can I get you something to drink, eat?

- Oh, no, I'm fine thank you.

- Lightning hit the Pentagon.

- I heard.

- We both think it's your father.

- I think you're both right.

The power surges, they weren't random.

- What?

- They're Morse code.

- I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

- Sound familiar?

- That's from The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot.

That's dad's favorite poem; you sure about that?

- Should be sure, he made us memorize the damn thing.

- Jacob told me you were a cop and I didn't believe him.

- Something wrong with that?

- Oh, nothing, I just,

it's not what your father would have expected.

- Exactly.

- You could have been an interior designer.

(laughing)

- That's what I said.

- Seems to be the consensus.

We really need to find Marcus.

- Don't even know where to start looking.

- Ah, I saw him once, on the street.

It was by chance; I don't think he saw me.

The thing was, he looked like a homeless person.

I almost didn't recognize him.

- Are you suggesting our father became a bum?

- [David] Where'd you see him?

- [Samantha] It was over in Highlands, near the hospital.

- I know a priest that runs a homeless shelter over there.

They'll be serving breakfast in about an hour.

That's as good a place to look as any.

- Really curious to find out how a bum controls the weather.

- If we find him, you can ask him, okay?

(tense music)

Shut the door.

Samantha, you can ride shotgun.

- David.

- [David] Jacob will sit in the back.

- Seriously?

(tense music)

- [Samantha] All the stuff we were working on was

cutting edge, but this is an order

of magnitude more advanced.

He's made conceptual leaps that weren't even

on the table back then.

- [David] You must have a pretty good idea

how he's doing this, then.

- [Jacob] Whatever it is, he needs

a lot of juice to pull it off.

- I tracked some of the anomalous weather.

Each incident saw a corresponding drop in local power grids.

- Well it's a start,

but it would help to know what he's after.

- Easy: revenge.

- No, he lost it when they shut down the program.

He said they didn't understand what they were doing,

that their short-sightedness was endangering the country.

He said they'd all pay and he meant it.

You could see it in his eyes.

- Well, who's in charge of the program?

- Colonel Danforth.

He was the first.

- The first what?

- The first to die.

Show him what you showed me.

- He was killed last month on Lake Champlain.

A rogue wave capsized his boat.

- A rogue wave?

On a lake?

- It gets stranger.

Doug Henderson, one of the other scientists, he was next.

They found him frozen solid in his house.

The victim of a freak temperature drop,

that apparently only affected his living room.

Marcus accused him of trying to take credit for his work.

- So he's just taking out everybody that's pissing him off.

- [Samantha] Looks that way.

- [David] No foul play expected.

Okay.

- You're a cop, can you talk to somebody?

- I can.

It's not gonna sound any less crazy coming from me.

- After much debate, Senator Aldrich

has ultimately decided to deliver his speech,

despite last night's tragedy at the Pentagon.

The latest national landmark rescue workers

are now referring to as: ground zero.

- I can't say that the name rings a bell,

but of course, not everyone who comes here

is entirely honest about their past.

You say he's your father?

- We're estranged.

- Well, I'm sure you had your reasons, David.

Do you have a picture?

- [Jacob] Ah, yeah.

It's a bit old, but it's all we have.

- I, ah,

I don't know if he's the one, but the eyes look familiar.

- You've seen him?

- Maybe.

The man I'm thinking of was here, oh, just a few days ago.

Strange fellow, always seemed to be talking to the weather.

Oh, he'd carry on whole conversations with clouds

like they were conspiring together.

It could be a little unsettling.

- Do you remember how he was dressed?

- Well, I ah--

♪ Oh yes, they took it all away, ♪

♪ And now they're going to pay! ♪

(tense music)

- [Samantha] It's Marcus!

(crashing)

- Are you okay?

(uptempo music)

- Where'd he go?

- I don't know.

- [Jacob] Don't you chase people for a living?

- [David] No, I'm too busy

giving out speeding tickets, remember?

- Guys, look at this.

Senator Jason Aldrich, he's the one who sponsored

the budget amendment that shut down Marcus's project.

- [David] This can't be a coincidence.

- I guess we found number three on the revenge list.

(ominous music)

- Hi, my name is David Grange,

I'm a Metro PD police officer.

I have reason to believe that Senator Aldrich is in danger.

I need to see him right away.

Somebody's trying to kill him.

When?

Where?

No, this is an emergency.

I need to know.

Hello?

Dammit.

- What'd they say?

- Well, he's giving his speech today,

but she's not allowed to tell me where.

- That's ridiculous.

Most senators post their schedule online.

She said he was giving a speech.

Lafayette Square, 15 minutes.

(dramatic music)

- Over a dozen deaths have been reported from the

lightning strike that scorched the Pentagon last night.

The death toll is expected to rise as the rubble

is slowly removed.

Now we've been told the president has signed an agreement

this morning, making way for-- (unintelligible muttering)

- Sure you still wanna do this?

No one would blame you for taking a rain check.

- Please, Chloe, no weather metaphors.

- Sorry, I'm just worried about you.

- Let's just get this done.

(beeping)

(ominous music)

(beeping)

(ominous music)

- It's a green light; go, go!

What now?

Come on!

(honking)

- [Reporter] Senator, senator, is it true that your bill

will open up top secret projects to public scrutiny?

- Absolutely not.

This bill is about fiscal transparency,

not endangering national security.

- Are you going to address your critics

in the Defense Department?

- Listen to the speech, you'll find out.

- Isn't it a bit insensitive bringing this bill

to the House so soon after last night's tragedy?

- For the record, I was at the Pentagon

when the storm struck, and the bravery on the part

of our men and women in uniform

was nothing short of exemplary.

They did their duty, and now I'm doing mine.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- Senator, are you available later today?

Can I get five minutes of your time?

(rattling)

(clanging)

(crackling)

(rumbling booms)

(uptempo music)

(electrical crackling)

- Check the traffic station.

- [Newscaster] Reports are coming in of another freak

lightning storm, this time in Lafayette Square.

- Too late.

- [Newscaster] Apparently, it's pretty grisly down there.

Senate Armed Services Committee Chairman Jason Aldrich--

- Got a charcoal Prius, DC plate,

Yankee, India, one, six, tango, niner.

- We've got to get to Aldrich before Marcus tries again.

Move it!

- [Dispatcher] That vehicle is registered to David Grange.

Apprehend on sight.

- [David] Come on!

Hold on.

(honking)

- [Jacob] What are you doing?

- I'm not gonna sit in traffic for an hour.

- Suspects are now on foot.

I repeat, suspects are now on foot.

- [Man's Voice] Hey, buddy, you can't park there!

- Unit two, this is unit one, I'm coming your way.

Take 'em down.

(tense music)

- David Grange?

Stay right there.

- Who are these guys?

- Feds.

- David Grange, Agent Lawson, FBI.

We just wanna talk to you.

- About what?

- About the threats made against Senator Aldrich.

- They weren't threats, I was trying to warn the guy.

- You know he's a cop, right?

- We know who he is.

Hand over your weapon, officer.

- [David] You're making a mistake.

- [Lawson] Do it now.

- Okay.

- Slowly.

(dramatic music)

- You guys don't understand.

This is a matter of national security, okay?

Put down the hardware.

- Bro, what the hell are you doing?

- Something really stupid.

Go!

Put it down!

Run!

(dramatic music)

- [Lawson] Stop them!

- [Jacob] David, come on!

Turn left!

(uptempo music)

(indistinct shouting)

(sirens blaring)

- Okay, you two check the back.

With me.

(tense music)

- David, I can't believe you did that.

- Who are you calling?

- Backup.

(phone ringing)

- David the man!

- Hey, I need you to do me a favor.

- Well, I'm kind of on duty right now.

- Shut up and listen.

Does the captain still have you at the speed trap

over on Birch?

- Yeah, so?

- I need you to meet me at 10th and Fowler in five minutes.

- What the hell for?

- I've got some people after me,

and I need you to run interference.

- Oh, I thought I was a guy who didn't pay his debts.

- Do this for me, and I'll knock off

a grand from what you owe.

(laughing)

- Now you're talking!

I'm on my way over!

(tense music)

(siren blaring)

- [Lawson] There they are!

- [Jacob] They see us, David, run!

(shouting)

- [Dispatcher] All units, we've got an APB out

for Officer David Grange.

He is wanted for questioning in connection

with threats made against Senator Aldrich.

- Alright, Officer Bledsoe in pursuit!

(dramatic music)

Police, drop your weapons, drop your weapons!

- [Lawson] We're the FBI!

- I'm not gonna ask you again, put your weapons down now!

- [Bodyguard] Yes, I can hold.

- I can't believe that just happened.

My hands are still shaking.

- [Bodyguard] That's interesting.

- First the Capitol, then the Pentagon, now this.

- [Bodyguard] Will do.

- If I didn't know any better,

I'd think Mother Nature had it in for me.

- Sir, I just talked to the FBI.

That cop that called in the threat to your office

this morning is officially now a suspect.

- A suspect?

How can a cop be behind the weather?

- When they tried to question him, he resisted arrest.

There's a statewide BOLO out for him now.

- Does he have a name?

- Grange, sir, David Grange.

- Grange?

You're kidding me!

- Why does this feel like the inside of Marcus's head?

- I'm trying to recreate some of his experiments.

- You what?

- I'm trying to figure out how he's doing all this.

- Jacob, they already think that we're trying

to kill Aldrich; how's this gonna look?

- Wasn't my idea to run from the feds now, was it?

- Oh, you think they were gonna believe us?

As soon as they found out whose sons we were,

they were gonna hang us.

(static buzzing)

- My fellow Washingtonians,

my name is Dr. Marcus Grange.

And I come before you today with a warning.

As you reel from the desecration of yet another symbol

of your great democracy, know that this is just

a balancing of the scales.

The ignorance and petty political games of your elected

representatives have caused untold damage to science.

They're the ones who have brought this retribution

down on your heads, and none bear more responsibility

than Senator Jason Aldrich.

- Do you know this guy?

- I'm afraid so.

- Senator, you like to talk about drawing a line

in the sand when it comes to government waste.

What about the waste of years of a man's life, hm?

Breakthroughs that will never be made

because you valued the almighty dollar

above the pursuit of knowledge.

I'm here to tell you that this is just the beginning.

The people of this city will continue to pay

for what you've done, and when I'm through,

if you're not already dead, the survivors

will run you out of the ruins on a rail.

- Oh, this is good.

He just admitted he's behind the entire thing.

They gotta believe us now.

- Don't bet on it.

We're the only leads they've got.

- Just think: if you hadn't canceled Thunderhead,

you'd be able to do what I can do.

Control the weather itself.

(clattering)

- [Samantha] I think he just made a mistake.

- What, besides confessing on TV?

- Jake, I need this computer.

- I've realized a dream that men have had

since the dawn of time.

- Who is this whackjob?

- A climatologist, a physicist, you name it,

he had a degree in it.

He was one of the prized poodles over at DARPA

before we cleaned house.

- The desecration of yet another

symbol of your great democracy.

You should have been more charitable,

senator, a long time ago.

- Isn't that the guy from yesterday?

- Petty, political games have caused

untold damage to science.

(muttering)

I am Thor, I am the God of Storms,

and I will have my revenge!

The almighty dollar above the pursuit of knowledge.

- I'll be damned.

- [Jacob] What are you doing?

- I think there may be a way to track him.

- How?

- She was right, it's a power surge.

If we could find a way to narrow the drain

to the grid, it would--

- Exactly.

This is a real-time feed straight

from the power company's server.

Look here.

The substation on the east side,

these fluctuations are way above normal.

- It doesn't mean that he's there, though.

- It's the best lead we've got.

- Impressive.

- Thank you.

- My car?

- Baby, if I get that raise, we're gonna have to get

one of them cellular phones where we can see each other

on the TV screen there. (laughing)

- [Samantha] How'd you know there wouldn't be an alarm?

- Just a hunch.

You hear that?

(beeping)

David.

- What is it?

- High frequency transmitter.

It's definitely Marcus's work, alright.

It's a beauty.

- Yup.

- Whoa, whoa, are you sure that's a good idea?

- 100 percent.

(accelerating beeping)

That's not good.

- Of course we can try that stuff we saw

on the internet last night, baby. (laughing)

(rumbling and beeping)

(thunder booming)

(dramatic music)

(crashing boom)

- A measure that has many wondering if the Democratic Party

will get behind, after these mysterious natural disasters.

- [Security Guard] Look at the bright side:

all this crazy weather gives us an excuse to stay inside

and take care of business, if you know what I mean.

- Clint, as that all you ever think about?

I'm trying to watch the news.

(laughing)

- Oh, baby, what are you wearing?

- I'm gonna have to call you back in about 10 minutes.

- [Newscaster] Weather anomalies, it's still being sought--

- Coming!

- Let's go to Sarah Sharpe on Capitol Hill.

(beeping)

- I think it's all of them.

- What are you thinking?

- There's something about this.

- [Man's Voice] Looks like a bug.

Or a homing device.

- [Bodyguard] Sir, I have the Secretary of Defense

on the line for you.

- Mister Secretary, Jason Aldrich.

- [Secretary] Is that maniac really one of ours?

- [Aldrich] I'm afraid so.

- He said he's destroying the city

because you cut his funding.

Is that true?

- The man's insane.

- I didn't ask for an evaluation of his mental state.

Just his veracity.

- His project was a pie in the sky--

- Pie in the sky?

The man just ripped the Washington Monument

out of the ground with a tornado!

- [Aldrich] Maybe there's more to him

than we gave him credit for.

- You think?!

Look, the president will be returning from Moscow tonight.

He wants a briefing the moment he lands,

so I need you to bring me up to speed.

We're working under the assumption that everyone

and everything is a target.

So the VP has called a video conference in half an hour.

Everyone is to remain in separate locations

to protect the country and the succession.

You are to meet me at the Supreme Court in one half hour.

- I'm on my way.

Call the office, have them send over all the files

we have on Project Thunderhead.

- Yes, sir.

- You bring the car around.

- Yes, sir.

- Baby, you're not gonna believe this.

I think we got terrorists.

- Honey, you're not supposed to joke about terrorists.

You know better than that.

- No, I'm not kidding!

There's two guys and a girl and they got bombs!

- Oh, explosive belts or remote detonators?

- I don't know, I'm not an explosive expert!

It's C4 or something.

- Well, that all sounds very interesting, Clint,

but if you don't mind, I'm gonna watch some stories.

- No, call the FBI right now!

- Yeah, but good luck with those terrorists, honey--

- Call the FBI!

- Hey, what are you doing kissing on me

when I'm on the phone with my husband?

- Well, it's time to man up.

Not on my shift, boys!

- What about my lab at the university?

I can get us in the back way.

- Sounds good, let's go. - Okay.

- Freeze!

Don't move!

Put the bomb down slowly!

- They're not bombs!

Put your gun down!

- No, you put your gun down!

- I'm a cop, and my name is David Grange.

- Grange?

Like the nutjob on television?!

- It's not what you think.

- I'm about to bag me public enemy number one!

(laughing)

I am definitely gonna get that raise now.

- Put your gun down!

- No, you put your gun down!

(banging)

Stop!

(gun firing)

(booming explosion)

(tires screeching)

- [David] You okay?

(murmuring affirmative)

Jacob?

- Fine.

Can you slow down a little bit?

- What?

- Slow down, I'm trying to open this.

- [Man's Voice] Whoa, sorry I have to interrupt,

it looks like your colleague has some irritation

he'd like to share with your theory.

Go ahead, doctor.

- [Doctor] What my esteemed colleague is not taking

into consideration is the atomic weight

of the particulate matter in question.

(engine rumbling)

(muttering)

- [Marcus] Follow that car.

- We've got to stop this, now,

before anyone else gets hurt.

- I think we may have found a way.

- Well, you know how he's doing this?

- No.

But he's definitely doing it by remote.

Pretty sure if we can jam the frequency,

we can prevent further attacks.

- [David] Sounds good, what do we do?

- I can reconfigure the transmitter to create

the interference, but we're gonna need a lot of power.

- Not necessarily.

If we're close enough to the source,

a battery might do the trick.

- Find the source, you find dad.

- Marcus is gonna wanna know where Aldrich is.

He's gonna be tracking him.

- You think he's following him?

Why would he take that kind of a risk?

- Because he's nuts, remember?

(ringing)

- You crazy son of a bitch.

Those two guys you had me chasing were FBI.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- Lucky if I get out of this with a suspension!

- I'm gonna need you to do me another favor.

- I really hope you're joking,

because you're officially on the Most Wanted List.

- Sorry about that.

- It was my badge just for taking this call.

- It's only a misunderstanding, and I'm gonna need

your help to prove it, okay?

- How?

- I need you to get on the radio and find out

where Senator Aldrich is going to be,

and I need you to do it right now.

Do this for me, and I'll knock off what you owe me.

- Okay.

- [David] Alright, bye.

(dramatic music)

- [Secretary] Senator.

- [Aldrich] Mr. Secretary.

- Secret Service has prepared a room for our use.

- I need those Thunderhead files.

- [Chloe] Right away.

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

- [Guard] If you could hand me that camera, sir,

and step back through for me?

- [Marcus] Sure.

- It's old-school.

- Yeah, new technology sucks.

(dramatic music)

- [Radio DJ] Let's go to the phones now.

Caller, you're on the air.

- [Caller] I had to disagree with you on that last one.

It's more like one of us is worth 10 of him.

- You gonna get that thing to working?

- In theory, yes.

- [David] Sorry I asked.

- We're never gonna get inside with it.

- If he's within a block, we shouldn't have to.

- Alright, good.

I'm gonna go find the senator.

If you see Marcus, call me.

(muttering)

(dramatic music)

- [Radio DJ] Authorities are telling us

that they have a suspect, and listeners,

believe me when I say I cannot believe--

- Remove all your metal objects, please.

Pens, lighters, keys.

(lights buzzing)

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

- [Radio DJ] Wanted in connection with the freak

weather phenomenon that has plagued Washington DC

in the past 48 hours, and has already been responsible--

- Hey, hey wait!

Hey, stop him!

Come back here!

(dramatic music)

- [Jacob] Something's wrong with this.

There's no more power.

- It's gotta be Marcus.

- That's impossible.

- Well, maybe, but it's happening,

and we have to go warn David.

- Samantha!

(ominous music)

- David!

Been a long time.

- Stop this, Marcus.

- Stop what?

- This isn't justice.

This is murder, can't you see that?

(chuckling)

- Still the dimestore philosopher.

I had higher hopes for you.

- Feeling's mutual.

- The ancients would have called me a god.

- Well, today we call that crazy.

- You still doubt me.

Very well: behold!

(ominous music)

(beeping)

- What's going on here?

That's him!

That's Marcus Grange.

- Senator.

- Jammer's not working, bro.

- [Marcus] Jacob.

- I noticed.

- I expected this from your brother, but not from you.

You disappoint me.

- That's not how it works, dad.

You're killing innocent people.

- They deserved it.

They voted for that putz!

- Will somebody please shoot him?!

- Put your hands on your head, get down on your knees!

- But I've only just begun.

Oh, I've only just begun!

(booming and crackling)

(dramatic music)

- Chloe!

(screaming)

No!

(electricity crackling)

- [Bodyguard] Come here.

Come here!

(grunting)

- [Samantha] Get your hands off me.

Get your hands off me!

- Senator Aldrich--

- Look at this!

Your father just killed my daughter, Mr. Grange.

You're gonna have to give me a really good reason

not to kill both his sons.

(dramatic music)

(sirens blaring)

One top secret clearance, one Rhodes Scholar,

and one MacArthur Fellowship short-listee.

Those are some very impressive resumes.

What I wanna know is why you three certified geniuses

didn't come to me with this earlier.

- We tried, but you sicced the Bureau on us, remember?

- That wasn't my call, but I apologize for that.

- Where's my father?

- Secret Service didn't find anything,

and to be honest, I was hoping he was dead.

- Do we have to keep listening to this guy?

Dude, he's the reason we're all here in the first place.

- Jacob, calm down.

Well, he's not dead.

And he obviously knows what he's doing.

- And what exactly is that?

What I saw back there was more magic than science.

- Any sufficiently advanced technology

is indistinguishable from magic.

That's Clarke's third law.

- Who's Clarke?

Look, the president has appointed me

acting Defense Secretary until this crisis is over.

Now I need to know: is it over?

- It's never going to be over until we catch Marcus.

- Then give me some options!

If he tries a stunt like this, is there a way to stop him?

- We're working on it.

- Well, what the hell are you doing?!

- The one thing that we do know

is that he's using the civilian power grid.

You should shut down all the power plants

and all substations in the district.

- That's it?

- There may be a way to detect anomalous weather events

before they manifest, if we can pinpoint power surges.

But if you can get us access to the DOD satellites

and a big enough mainframe,

we may be able to be more accurate.

- We can do that.

- This is Colonel Nielsen from DARPA.

He's the head honcho here.

Give him a list of what you need and he'll make it happen.

Get to it, now!

- Jake, I'm gonna need your help to set up the systems.

- Mm-hm.

(rustling)

- Is that boy going to be a liability?

- He'll be fine.

- I cannot afford any weak links in this chain.

- Of course.

And sir, for what it's worth,

I'm really sorry about your daughter.

(somber music)

(whirring)

(uptempo music)

(crackling)

(uptempo music)

- Now the disgraced DARPA researcher

and purported mastermind of the destructive

weather anomalies is still being sought by authorities.

Let's go to Sarah Sharpe on Capitol Hill.

- Several years ago, Dr. Marcus Grange had

what insiders unanimously describe as a break from reality,

brought on by an obsessive devotion to his research.

The root of Grange's Project Thunderhead reaches

as far back as the Roosevelt administration, but in 1992,

his research on non-traditional weaponry was scrapped,

when Aldrich's heavy scrutiny brought the program to light.

(pensive music)

- [Jacob] October second, 2011.

It's been quite a while since my last entry,

but seeing dad for the first time in nearly seven years

stirred up memories that had been buried

for quite some time.

Writing helps me to control my emotions,

since like dad, it's hard for me to express them.

After spending the last couple of days with Samantha,

I feel like maybe I can confide in her,

but I can't find the right time to talk to her,

or the words to say.

What's new?

It's probably better that way, since she wouldn't

want anything to do with me if she knew

that after seeing dad, it made me remember growing up,

wanting to be just like him.

Wanting to work with him, side by side, as a father and son.

It made me think back to the good man he once was.

The good man I knew still exists.

Maybe, since she's worked so closely with Marcus,

she would understand, but who knows.

I can't tell David.

I feel like I'm the only person left

that doesn't want him dead.

Even though he's done all these terrible things,

he's still my father.

David wouldn't even understand.

He's rejected dad's efforts to have a relationship with him

ever since mom died.

To dad, I was always an afterthought.

Whatever I want out of life,

David seems to get without trying.

Even if it was a relationship with my own father.

I guess it's too late for that now.

(creaking)

- Oh, I am so sorry.

- That's okay.

- I'll come back.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, I found a bottle of the colonel's wine,

and I thought I'd share with a colleague.

I can come back later.

- No, it's okay.

Oh, yeah, the colonel has good taste.

- I thought so.

- Well, what are you doing standing out there?

- [Jacob] Maybe Samantha has a clue where he is,

or would help me find him.

All I know is that I have to find dad before they do.

If I can get to him first, we'll both be safe.

David won't let anything happen to me.

Through all of our ups and downs,

I know I can still trust David to protect me.

And I know if I can convince dad to stop what he's doing

and turn himself in, but if they get to him first,

I'll never see him again.

- So how'd you get the gig with Marcus?

- Started out as a summer internship when I was an undergrad

and then when the Department of Defense picked up

the project, Marcus pulled some strings

to get me a security clearance.

I put my life on hold for that man.

- Yeah, I thought my days of messing around

with science were over.

- Seems like you kind of miss it.

- Yeah, well, let's keep that our little secret, please.

- Okay.

- You know, I about half expected Jacob

to be in here when I came in.

- Jacob?

- [David] He really likes you.

- He's not my type.

- No, what's your type?

- Someone who's good with guns,

and has a thing for interior design.

- Hm, I don't know anyone like that at all.

So what do you think Jacob's doing right now?

Calibrating his equipment?

- Now that sounds more like Jacob.

- When there's a problem to be solved--

- Jacob gets a little OCD about it.

- Yeah, in a nutshell.

- Like father like son.

- He's nothing like him.

- I hope you know that I wasn't trying to imply anything.

- No, not at all, no.

He's just, it's funny, growing up,

dad always tried to shape me into his image,

and I wanted nothing to do with it, you know?

Jacob wanted to be just like him,

and he barely knew he was there.

- That must have been tough for him.

- Yeah, he had to work twice as hard.

- You know, you just called him dad, not Marcus.

- He is my dad.

- Thank you.

- So, what do you think our chances are?

- Ah, at best, we might have a few minutes' warning

before another landmark is destroyed.

Who knows, maybe we can even save a few people's lives.

- Yeah, well don't sell yourself short.

The work you guys were doing is amazing.

I bet it would have made one hell of a dissertation.

- Thank you.

I can't stop thinking about Aldrich's daughter.

I just can't believe I didn't see this coming.

I feel like I should have warned people

about Marcus earlier.

- Yeah, well, Aldrich is still alive,

and there was no way you could have possibly known

what Marcus was gonna do.

- I saw warning signs.

And I'm a scientist.

I'm supposed to consider all the variables.

- That's impossible.

There's no way you could have calculated all the variables.

- I will drink to that.

- Me too.

(clinking)

(somber music)

(opera music)

(rumbling)

(opera music)

- Thank you.

We'll have to do it again some time.

- That'd be great.

Under different circumstances.

- Definitely.

- Can you smell the thunder?

Can you smell the fear?

Where will you hide when everything around you disappears?

(opera music)

- [Samantha] Don't worry about Jacob.

- I'll try.

Goodnight.

(opera music)

- Sir!

- Get the Granges up here, pronto.

(dramatic music)

- [David] What's going on?

- We've got a power surge.

- [David] Where?

- Everywhere, the whole network is fluctuating,

but we can't pin it down.

- [Samantha] That's impossible.

- No, it's not.

- We've secured every power station in three states.

There's no way he could have gotten past us.

- That's because he went around you.

- How's he doing that?

- Because he knows we're onto him.

He's going to stop siphoning the energy directly.

Basically, he's going to use the grid to create

high-frequency EM fields.

- What for?

- Wish I knew the key to everything.

- So, how do we find him?

- You don't.

Needle in a haystack.

(dramatic music)

- What rough beast,

its hour almost come,

slouches toward Bethlehem, to be born.

(dramatic music)

- What's going on?

- He's back, sir.

- [Aldrich] Where?

- [Colonel] Everywhere, nowhere.

- I'm working on that now.

This is a live feed from our satellite.

The new codes we wrote should give us a heads up

when anything emerges.

There's a huge updraft within the thunderstorm,

which means big hail.

- Give me a location.

- South Henry Park.

- The Smithsonian.

We can see where the storm is,

but we can't pinpoint its origin.

- This is Aldrich.

Evacuate the Air and Space Museum right away!

What?

Dammit!

- Sir?

- We can't locate their men on the ground.

- [David] Interference from the storm.

(dramatic music)

(splashing)

(groaning)

- [Sharpe] Oh, no!

- You think it's Grange?

- It has to be, right?

Oh damn.

(shouting)

- Head for cover!

- Get to the van!

This is Sarah Sharpe, reporting live.

It appears the fanatical doctor, Marcus Grange,

is at it yet again, sending a hailstorm across the city.

- And cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

- Wait!

(shattering)

(dramatic music)

(sirens wailing)

- 60 dead!

And 100 years of aviation history destroyed!

I thought your weather array was supposed

to prevent all of this!

- We didn't say that.

It's an early warning system, not a panacea.

- That's not good enough!

- Well, we're trying our best.

What more do you want from us?

- [Woman's Voice] President's on the line for you, sir.

- I wanna be able to give him some good news.

Now, you get out of here and you get me results.

Mister President.

Yes, I know.

- [Samantha] You two were awfully quiet in there.

I could have used some backup.

- [David] Well, I hate to say it but he was right.

We could have taken some initiative.

- We don't even have the theoretical framework

to understand what he's doing.

We don't stand a chance!

- [David] Well, then it's time to start thinking

outside the box, now isn't it?

- [Samantha] I wish that I had access to the research files

from when Marcus and I worked together.

- [David] Where are the files located?

- [Samantha] Well, when the senator cut Marcus's funding,

all of his research and data mysteriously disappeared.

(dramatic music)

- [Jacob] Where are you, dad?

Got you.

- Hey.

Maybe this will jar some brain cells loose.

- Well, I don't think I have any left, but thank you.

- [Colonel] Are we making any progress?

- Well we know he's figured out a way

to manipulate the atmospheric ions.

We just don't know what mechanism he's using.

- Maybe Jacob came up with something?

- Where is your brother, anyway?

- I haven't seen him since Aldrich chewed us out.

- That boy's got to learn to become a team player.

- I'll go find him.

- Thank you.

The power fluctuation also killed the servers,

wherever he is; most of the data is coming back incomplete.

- [Colonel] How else are we supposed to find him?

- Jacob?

(somber music)

(beeping)

- [Voicemail Recording] Hi, you've reached Jacob.

This is pretty old technology, do what you do.

(rumbling)

(tense music)

- Jacob's gone.

Can't find him and he won't answer his phone.

(beeping)

- This is Colonel Nielsen,

I need a 20 on one of our civilians.

Jacob Grange.

How in the hell did that happen?

He's gone, walked straight out

the front door 20 minutes ago.

- How did he get off the base?

- Apparently the old fashioned way.

He drove.

(tense music)

It's my fault sir, he was my responsibility.

- Never mind that.

What are you doing to find him?

- Homeland's got a description.

They're working on triangulating his SIM card.

We should know something soon.

- You promised me he wouldn't be a problem.

- Look, you're jumping to conclusions.

- What the hell do you call

going off the reservation like this?

- Maybe he's just following a hunch.

- Yeah, and maybe he's just thinking

that his dear old dad's not such a bad guy after all.

(engine rumbling)

(somber music)

(beeping)

(ominous music)

You want that maniac to succeed, don't you?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- He's family.

Blood is thicker than water, and all that crap!

- Guys.

- How do I know the three of you aren't in cahoots?

How do I know you're not feeding him intel?

- You don't.

- Guys, it's happening again.

(alarm blaring)

Get over here!

- Oh no.

- [Aldrich] What are we looking at?

- It's a storm system, but it's like nothing I've ever seen.

- The readings are indicative of an ace thunderstorm.

Net temperatures are dropping.

- Wonderful.

Where's it heading?

- The question is: where is it not headed?

(dramatic music)

Well, my math's a little bit rusty,

but we should be able to divert the storm over the water,

creating a region of low electrical potential.

If it works, it'll burn itself out.

- That's brilliant; how do we do that?

- I don't know.

- David, one of the projects we're working on

is this new anti-tech weapon,

and instead of releasing radiation, it absorbs it.

Kind of like an inverted electromagnetic pulse.

It could potentially absorb Marcus's storm system.

- Should work.

- Do it.

- Logan, set up the heart.

(wind howling)

(electricity crackling)

(tense music)

(beeping)

Sergeant Tally, contact the National Guard

and make sure that all areas surrounding

the Chesapeake Bay are evacuated immediately.

(phone ringing)

- It's Jacob.

Where are you?

- I found dad.

- He found Marcus.

- Hold the noise, listen up!

- He's at the old Black Cove nuclear power plant,

down on the river.

- Black Cove?

That's been decommissioned.

- Yeah, I know, but it's still on the grid.

He's got the infrastructure he needs to create

terrestrial stationary waves.

- Terrestrial stationary waves, Tesla 1899.

- What the hell is a terrestrial stationary wave?

- It's a way of using the Earth as a conductor.

- Yeah, that's right.

Listen, David, if he can use the grid to channel

these storms, than so can we.

We can fight him, all we have to do is-- (clicking)

- The Delta Force team will be in the air in 30 minutes.

- They won't make it through that storm.

Nothing can.

- Those choppers are designed to withstand

anything short of a nuclear blast.

- A nuclear blast we could handle.

This is Zeus throwing a tantrum from Mount Olympus.

- Jacob, there's a new weather system coming,

and it's the biggest one yet.

Can you do anything?

Jacob?

- He won't be calling you back.

(clattering)

(crackling)

- [Aldrich] All we need to do is what?

What did your brother mean?

- We might be able to beat Marcus at his own game.

- [Samantha] Fight fire with fire, a storm with a storm.

- [Colonel] The harvester will be

ready to launch in 15 minutes.

- [Aldrich] Good.

- He's got his grid here on Earth.

We've got our grid in space.

- My god.

It's heading right up Pennsylvania Avenue.

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

- That's not good.

- I think we'd better flip it.

- You think?

(dramatic music)

(thunder booming)

- John!

I can barely hear you; say again!

Lightning?

Lord help us.

That was the FBI director.

He said something about a wall of lightning,

then we got cut off.

- Sir, that thing is on a collision course

with the white house.

- Mr. Grange, if you're going to do something,

you do it now.

- [David] We need to take out the power plant.

I need the coordinates.

- Sending it to you now.

- Got it.

(tense music)

(beeping)

Well, here goes something.

(electronic beeping)

(dramatic music)

- All birds are active.

- What are you people doing?

Do you understand what they're doing?

Can someone please tell me what's going on?

- We're sending a couple of twisters Marcus's way.

- Sir, I think we just declared: a weather war.

(dramatic music)

- We have a lot of catching up to do, Jacob.

- Whose fault is that?

- I always thought your brother had the real potential.

But I was wrong.

I know that now, and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- The harvester is fueled and in position.

We just need launch coordinates.

- What do you think?

Is the Chesapeake Bay enough?

- It better be.

- Okay, it's the Chesapeake Bay.

I repeat: Chesapeake Bay.

(tense music)

- Don't waste your genius on these insects!

You're better than them.

We're better than them.

- You're sick.

You need help.

- The only thing I need is for you to forgive

my inattention, forgive my distance.

- Distance?

You'd destroy an entire city

because you're emotionally distant?

- You need to figure out where your loyalties lie.

- You just murdered thousands of people.

- If you come with me now, we can rule the skies

and the world, together as father and son.

- What makes me so special?

- Do you even have to ask?

Come.

Please.

Come.

- Missile away, time to detonation--

- [Aldrich] We're out of time!

- One minute.

- How goes the battle?

- Marcus should be feeling a draft about right now.

(wind howling)

- Come.

Please.

Come.

Come.

(rumbling)

(shouting)

(dramatic music)

(thunder booming)

- Dammit!

- Are we trapped?

(thunder booming)

(groaning)

- Don't let me go!

Don't let go!

- 10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two.

(shouting)

One.

(booming explosion)

- What are we gonna do?!

What?

What?

No, no, no, I can't do that.

- Sarah, there's nowhere else to go.

We can either go out running,

or we can go out gunning for the Pulitzer.

- Send the newsfeed live back to the studio.

- Hold this.

(dramatic music)

- Payload successfully delivered.

I repeat, we've confirmed detonation.

- Did it work?

- I don't know, the storm is still advancing.

(thunder rumbling)

- Give it one minute.

- We don't have a minute!

- Alright, come on, come on.

Focus.

- Since Friday, the attacks by Dr. Marcus Grange

have grown more violent and widespread.

Just behind me is without question the largest, by far.

Immediately following the devastating hail storm

at Capitol Hill, a massive display of concentrated lightning

is now coming up--

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic music)

- [Cameraman] Head for cover!

Go, go, go!

(grunting)

(booming explosion)

(booming explosions)

(dramatic music)

- It's working, the storm's receding.

It's heading out over the bay.

- Well done, everyone!

Now, let's finish that bastard off

before he comes up with any more surprises.

- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait!

We have to stop it first.

Jacob's there; we have to stop it first.

(tense music)

- [Aldrich] Get him.

- Senator, it's his brother!

- I don't care!

- Look, all we have to do is send

somebody in there to get him!

- Look, I'm sorry, but it seems like he chose

his own destiny, and I'm not giving Marcus another chance.

(alarms blaring)

Proceed.

- Turner, Logan.

(dramatic music)

(booming explosions)

- How did they?

Who, who?

- Dad.

Dad!

(rumbling crashes)

- [Marcus] Stay with me, Jacob.

Stay with me, son.

- I'm not going anywhere.

(alarms blaring)

(booming explosions)

(dramatic music)

(rumbling crashes)

- The power fluctuations have stopped.

We did it.

Marcus must be offline.

- It's over, pull the plug.

- It's not over until we find a body.

Isn't that what you said to me?

- That's my brother.

- The energy readings are dropping rapidly.

The storm's evaporating.

- Let 'em go.

- Turner, Logan, stand down.

- [David] Can you give me a visual on the power plant?

- I can do that.

- [David] Weather cell's deactivated.

- [Samantha] Satellites are in Rush End.

(tense music)

(booming)

- That's a hell of a mess.

- Maybe he made it out.

(rumbling)

- Turner, station one, carry on.

Logan.

(muttering)

(somber music)

(fluttering)

- This is Sarah Sharpe with your evening's top news story.

Tonight, an up-close and personal interview

with the man at the center of the recent controversy

over the near total destruction of Washington DC.

Senator, first off, thank you for joining us this evening.

- Thank you for having me.

- Can you tell us exactly what

happened to Dr. Marcus Grange?

- Marcus Grange was located and neutralized

with the help of his two sons, David and Jacob,

and his former research assistant, Samantha Winter.

- And so what will happen with them now?

Were they in any way involved with their father,

and/or mentor?

- They were responsible for helping us find Dr. Grange.

But Jacob has gone missing since the power plant

was destroyed, and I'd like to use this opportunity

to ask your viewers for their help in finding Jacob Grange.

Come home, Jacob.

(somber music)

- I was just remembering, remember the corduroys

he used to wear all the time, the brown ones?

(laughing)

- Oh, I remember.

- They came up to like here on him.

- You know, I asked him once why they were all brown,

and he said it was so he didn't have to wash them.

- Dad wasn't really known for his sense of style.

- Eh, maybe that was his style.

- Is it weird that I miss him?

- Of course not.

Whatever he became, he was your father once.

I just can't believe they're both gone.

- [David] I can't believe

I'm never going to see Jacob again.

(dramatic music)