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You're 25?

Well, the beard makes me look like a leader.

The beard makes you look like Charles Manson.

We've gotta get to the bunker, we gotta get inside,

and we've gotta kill Alex.

If I told you to design me an underground city,

a city for 25,000 people, what would you say?

There's no amount of money that would

allow you to excavate a space so large.

You violated the privacy of my home?

You are coming undone. Let me help you.

I don't think you should waste any more time on me, Gabriela.

Okay, well, but there's nothing that we can't--

You're excused, Dr. Torabi.

- What about Jane? - Even on her best day,

she's barely a notch above a fucking intern.

She's Holly Hobbie with a gun.

I am wrestling with what to do about the girl.

- She knows too much. - [on phone] I'll handle it.

You might want to check on your daughter.

What the fuck did you do?!

Presley's fine.

He was gonna blow your brains out.

But you're no use to me if you're dead.

Sinatra's down.

For now.

But there will be somebody else to take her place.

Enough!

You don't like this world I built, fix it.

[voice echoing] Listen, I know this all sounds pretty far-fetched.

- If that stuff happens-- - It's going to happen.

So, what do we do?

Dig the biggest hole you can and you get in.

- You going to the next talk? - No, I'm done talking.

Hey.

Hey.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey.

Hi.

I was hoping I could pick your brain a little more.

I need a drink.

I drink.

You're the cloud storage lady, right?

- Mm-hm. - They gave us a list

of all the attendees with photos.

You were on the first page. You're a big deal.

- What are we having? - What's the most expensive thing you got?

Fifty-year-old single malt. $85 a shot.

How many shots in a bottle?

Around 16, ma'am.

We'll take the bottle.

$1,360, if my math is right.

My math's right.

That amount means nothing to you, does it?

Not to save the world.

You're a few decades too late to do that, lady.

I wasn't kidding before.

Only thing left to do is dig a hole and get in.

Yes, the hole has been added to my to-do list.

But I would far prefer to stop

this catastrophe of yours before it happens.

Shit, that's good.

Enjoy.

I'm assuming you've never heard of Venus Syndrome.

No, I haven't.

Well, allow me to paint a picture.

At some point in the near future, the caldera erupts.

That's a super volcano.

That causes a global tsunami, ash clouds, apocalypse.

Most people are killed. Not everybody, though.

After a few years, things seem to ease up.

The temperature stabilizes.

The survivors are thinking, "We made it. We're so lucky."

Not so fast, morons.

That was just the first act.

The cooling stops.

Trapped greenhouse gases seize control.

The heat starts to ratchet up,

slowly at first, and then, all at once.

The air thickens, oceans evaporate,

and soon, the pressure crushes everything still standing.

It's what happened on Venus.

Anybody still around for that will wish they died on the very first day.

I come up with solutions to some pretty big problems.

I don't want my family to live in a hole for generations.

I have the motive and the resources to do whatever it takes.

Billionaires are amazing.

You think your money gives you superpowers.

You don't like traffic, you buy a helicopter.

You don't like strangers, you buy an island.

There's only one thing that can fix this.

And it's the one thing even you can't buy.

And what is that?

Time.

Mrs. Redmond?

Can you hear me, Mrs. Redmond?

Sam!

What are you doing in here sulking? We won!

I'm gonna be freaking President of the United States.

Do you believe that? "Uptown Funk's" gonna be playing

in the ballroom soon, it's gonna go off.

Colorado Project should be further along by now.

- It worries me. - Dude, bruh. Chill.

I'm a young president. This is how I talk.

Mm.

Sam, I will now have the power

to remove any red tape that you need removed, okay?

The bunker is on schedule.

And even if the worst happens, and personally, I'm not buying it,

your life's work is complete. Take the Mazel Tov.

It was never just about the bunker.

Cal, there you are.

Mr. President-elect, we have been looking for you.

You asked me to tell you when--

- "Uptown Funk"? - Two songs away.

Marsha, what would I do without you?

You'll never find out, sir, because you're never getting rid of me.

My son, whom we somehow just got elected President...

is a moron.

He's smarter than you think.

Yeah, I know. Don't tell him that.

I understand you're having some problems with your side project.

He's pulling the plug.

The developer. He won't sell.

Your offer was good?

And you think it's important, this technology.

That the bunker is pointless without it.

It's fair to say the fate of the world depends on it.

Well, I won't even pretend to understand

the science mumbo jumbo of it, but I do trust your instincts.

Now, you need this thing,

and he won't sell it to you.

It's probably time that I introduce you to a different type of person.

How long was I out?

About a month, Mrs. Redmond.

What's happened?

Hey!

Hey!

Wait!

We need to know what's out there.

We need to know who's left.

I would die before I let anything happen to those kids.

Xavier?

- Yeah. - Hello?

Hey. You okay?

She's alive.

- Who's alive? - Sinatra.

I just got word.

I shot her.

Oh, my God, she wasn't armed.

I just-- I rushed in, and I saw you with your gun, and I fired.

- Oh, my God, I could've killed her. - Hey. It's not your fault.

Jane, look at me. You did good.

I fired on an unarmed civilian.

- I completely ignored my training. - Listen. You got to Presley.

You kept her safe. You got to me.

You did well.

How'd you know to go over there?

I don't know.

I guess I heard chatter on the comms, and I-- I had an instinct

that maybe Xavier needed backup, and I just--

I don't know, I went there and then I shot her.

- Alright, okay, just... - Oh, God.

Listen, okay?

All of this is gonna come down on me.

The President, the librarian, Sinatra, all of it.

That's the way this is gonna go down, I guarantee it.

And you're gonna let it.

- You didn't shoot Sinatra. I did. - What?

- No, fuck that! - Listen, you're gonna let me

be the bad guy.

It'll leave everyone else clean.

Do you hear me?

You do not fight back until I get back here with my wife.

Is that clear?

Yeah.

Mm! Okay, hair. I see you.

Thanks. I needed a change.

Since when do you drink coffee?

I don't. This isn't for me.

Ah, getting demoted sucks, huh?

You know, I told myself I'd eat a lot of shit

to keep you kids safe.

Little did I know they'd just keep shoveling it in.

- Nice image. - Sorry.

I can handle it. We appreciate you looking after us.

You know how you two can show your appreciation?

By staying out of trouble. Especially you.

Okay, do we really need to go through this again?

Jeremy with the good hair has gone full Les Miz at a very dangerous time.

Well, at least he's doing something.

I mean, all the adults in this place

act like what's going on out there is normal.

- Presley. - Jeremy's dad is dead.

And our dad is gone.

None of this is normal.

Presley, look.

Your dad is coming back.

Okay? So, just keep your noses clean.

Make no waves 'til he does. Got it?

Yeah?

- Yeah, 'kay. - Okay.

Get to school so I can focus on this demeaning coffee task.

Hey.

Ew. Let's go.

Yes, Miss Daisy.

Look, I know it's no fun they're treating me like a hero

and you like a leper,

but I just wanna remind you that I didn't ask for this.

And if it wasn't for me putting in a good word for you,

you'd be changing the batteries on the ducks.

Where to?

Hercules.

Hercules.

When I took office a few short weeks ago,

it's fair to say this place was in a bit of a tailspin

after the Xavier Collins fiasco.

And yes, there are still some hooligans out there.

Mostly young people trying to stir up trouble.

But the vast majority of our population has been pacified.

I've taken many steps to avoid a repeat of the unfortunate insurrection,

and we are turning a corner.

But now, it's time for the really exciting news.

Are you ready?

Okay. See if you can guess.

What is something people don't have down here

that they used to have up there?

Extended families?

No. What else?

- Pets? - No.

That's not what I'm asking. What don't they have?

Okay, I'm just gonna say it.

Summer.

We don't have seasons down here, and I think people find that upsetting.

It's not natural.

And who's gonna hate a President who gives 'em

a few months of warm summer sun?

This is where you clap.

Look, I know it sounds trivial,

but distraction has been a tool of politics for ages.

Rebuilding public sentiment is crucial

if we're gonna get this community back on track.

Um...

Sir, I-- I just feel compelled to say

that we-- we don't really have the electrical power

to further heat the bunker for an extended period.

How can we not have power?

The city was designed to have at least 30 years' worth of power.

Yes, and it does, but a-- a large portion

of the power generated by our modular nuclear reactors is, um...

What?

It's siphoned off for Sinatra's project.

- Which is? - Uh...

- Dr. Torabi, you know anything about this? - No, sir, I don't.

Thought you two were close.

We're on a break.

This is happening.

We'll simply raise the temperature by at least 10 degrees

- and brighten the sun by-- - You absolute dipshit.

Y-You can't increase the energy load on the bunker.

There's no more.

You've already maxed out what we have here,

and if you simply increase it,

it's going to melt down this whole fucking system.

How fucking stupid are you?

Is this the part where I get arrested?

Yes, good luck, good luck.

I want access to that extra power.

And I'll be alerted the very second Sinatra wakes up.

Sir, she woke up two days ago.

What?

I'm so glad they're finally letting you come home.

Doc said tomorrow at the latest.

I can't wait.

Has Carmen been taking good care of you?

She's been amazing. We've never eaten so well.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm gonna do better, I promise.

Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt.

Do you mind if I get a minute with Mrs. Redmond?

It's fine.

Come on, sweetie.

It's good to see you awake, boss.

Thanks, Jane.

What do you remember about what happened?

Not much, really.

It's a blur.

You don't remember anything? Really?

I really don't, Jane.

Turns out severe physical trauma really fucks with your brain.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

Xavier Collins shot you.

I got there in time, and I ran him off.

The whole town knows.

If you do remember anything differently...

please know that I did what I had to do to keep you clean.

There were dead bodies all over the place. I didn't have a lot of good options.

Well, then I thank you.

I have some bad news.

President Baines wants to bring you in for questioning.

I've got it.

Sam, you're back. I just heard.

Gabby. I'm so happy you're here.

Since I woke up, I've been wanting to see you.

We have a lot to talk about.

Yes, we do.

Let's get it ready.

Leave my sister alone.

Tell me this isn't happening.

You lied to me, you surveilled me...

and you kept me out of the loop while you did unspeakable things.

So, you go to work for Baines? Let him do this to me?

None of this is necessary, Henry.

We could just have a normal conversation like adults.

I know you're in there.

Will you be answering my questions, Samantha?

She looks pissed.

This should be interesting.

We're ready.

For the record...

your name is Samantha Redmond?

To calibrate the machine.

Yes.

You go by the handle "Sinatra?"

I do.

Your husband's name is Tim?

Yes.

Do you have children?

Yes, I'm a mother.

How many children do you have?

One living, one deceased. Is that correct?

Yes.

Are you siphoning power away from the bunker?

Nice day out.

Looks like showers are coming our way.

So, I've been told that you have experience

with this type of thing mostly overseas, so I'm not sure how frequently you--

Lady, you need to calm the fuck down or I'm walking away.

Sorry.

You're not wearing a wire, are you?

No. Why would I be?

Well, I should probably frisk you to be safe.

Relax. I'm fucking with you.

You want me to feel you up, you gotta ask me for it.

I just want you to convince him to sign the papers

and sell me the company.

Nah, I've been told all that. They say that path's a no-go.

Well, if he doesn't leave us any other option,

then I guess you'll just have to proceed--

If you fucking say it out loud, I'm leaving immediately.

Jesus Christ, lady, you're really shitty at this.

Yeah, he's a cutie.

Really makes you think.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ask her again.

Are you siphoning a great deal of power

and compromising the safety of this bunker

for your own personal gain?

Dr. Torabi, don't you think if I were to do such a thing,

you of all people would know about it?

I don't know, Samantha.

It seems I've been out of the loop on a great many things.

Fair.

Ask her again.

Are you ever gonna forgive me?

Are you siphoning power away from the bunker

for your own personal gain?

No.

She's telling the truth.

- This is bullshit! - Sir--

I am the president now and you will give me the answers I need.

It's not your show anymore, Samantha!

Uh, sorry, sir. I'm just-- I'm exhausted.

My memory is foggy.

You just dragged me out of the hospital for this.

I am aware that you think I'm a small man.

But I will remind you that I am a two-term governor,

then Senator, then Vice President.

You don't get where I got by accident.

Do not underestimate me, Samantha.

I am in charge now.

And if you underestimate me, you do so at your own peril.

Understand?

Yes, Mr. President.

Sir.

I just don't have any good answers for you.

- I really just need time to rest. - Enough!

Just stop with the bullshit!

Get her out of here. Take her home.

Put armed guards at the door.

That man needs a breath mint.

You're not a Buckeyes fan, are you?

- Sorry? - I just got money on Kentucky.

Oh. Good luck.

Yeah, need it.

Uh, just have whatever he's having.

And another one for him.

It's on me.

- Thanks very much. - Yes, sir.

Cheers, my man.

Santé.

Yeah, whatever you said.

You're shitting me. I-- I didn't get a single word of that.

- Say that again. - It's called "Advanced Wave Functions,

Superposition, and Quantum Entanglement."

And college kids actually sign up for that?

Grad students mostly, but yeah.

That shit is way over my head, bro.

You are not alone. It is over the heads of most.

There-- There's this one kid, though, a brilliant young man,

at least 10 years younger than anybody else in the class,

and he understands it perfectly, like I have never seen before.

I-- Actually, I made him a partner in my business.

We've made some pretty great leaps together.

- Sounds like a pretty impressive kid. - Yep.

Closest thing I've ever had to a son.

Before him, it was just me and my wife,

and we never had kids of our own 'cause...

Uh...

Nah, I better, uh, slow down on the whiskey

before I bore you with my whole life story.

Mm.

This is nice, though, it was-- It's nice meeting you.

Same here, pal. Good times.

I don't get to do this much where I'm from.

Sit at a bar and make a new friend.

No bars in your town?

What'd you say?

That w-- That was only a joke.

Yeah.

What's this?

That is the easy way.

Need you to sign that.

There's a harder way.

But either road ends with her owning whatever this little company of yours is.

And from what I understand, this version makes you a very rich man.

There is a lot that you don't know.

Yeah, I'm a pretty simple guy.

You wanna sign that.

I'm not fucking around.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think that things happen for a reason, or are they just random?

I don't know.

But I definitely have a gun in my pocket for a reason.

Sign.

It was nice chatting with you.

It was a pleasure.

That was a disaster.

Sir, it was just a start.

We will find what she's hiding.

But I thought we agreed, sir,

I was going to keep the pressure on Samantha,

because that's what works with her, it's persistence.

This house arrest is only gonna agitate her further.

I'm the goddamn president and nobody respects me.

Well, you can't let her get under your skin like that, sir.

- You have to stay calm. - Calm?

I am surrounded by these meathead agents.

I can't even go jogging without notifying 17 people.

I thought you were amazing today, sir.

I mean, of course, Sinatra was never gonna talk right away,

but the way you set her up...

Sorry.

Continue.

No, I-- I'm sorry.

It's inappropriate of me to weigh in. Way above my pay grade.

Don't be silly. I value your opinion.

Jane, right? The girl who stopped Collins.

No, listen to me.

You are smart and good at your job.

Believe me, I'm a very good judge of character.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Oh wow, real thin.

You gotta get it bubbling on the surface...

Mom? Why are those cops even here?

There's nothing to worry about.

Truly, the important thing is we're all together.

Oh, thank you.

It's so nice to have you back, Mrs. Redmond.

Carmen, how can I convince you to call me Samantha?

Never have and never will, Mrs. Redmond.

Can I get you anything?

How about a pot with that special tea I like?

With pleasure.

What now?

Does that lunatic keep you under house arrest just forever?

I don't know, hon. I'll figure it out.

Hm. You always do.

Honestly, forever house arrest

sounds pretty goddamn good right about now.

I'm going for a jog.

Had a hell of a stressful day, and I need to clear my head.

Is there a problem?

Sir, please give us a few minutes to secure the neighborhood.

- Send an advance team up ahead-- - Oh, would you stop.

I don't need an army to run around the block a few times.

What I do need is some goddamn privacy.

I'll go with you, sir.

I'll stay far behind, you won't even know I'm there.

Fine. And that's it.

Can't exactly clear my head with a herd of brutes blocking my view.

I-- I'm so sorry to wake Mrs. Redmond.

Samantha.

Dr. Torabi is here.

I'm sorry to come by so late.

I needed to talk to you.

No, of course. I'm surprised you made it

past the militia Baines sent.

Oh. I got clearance.

'Course.

I-- I brought you this.

Wow.

Look how young we were.

Do you remember when that was taken?

Yeah, Necker Island.

It was the first planning retreat we had for this place.

It was just me and a bunch of billionaires.

I stuck out like a sore thumb.

God, that trip was amazing.

- We drank a lot. - Yeah, we did.

- A lot. - A lot.

I'm grateful to you for coming by here.

Giving me another chance.

You know, when I was a kid, my dad had this beautiful...

1967 Pontiac Firebird.

That thing was a beast.

Five-speed, 400-cubic-inch engine with dual exhaust and headers.

I only know this because he said it all the damn time.

It was impressive...

when it was working, which was...

almost never.

I swear, for the better part of my childhood,

the view I saw the most of my dad was the bottom of his feet

sticking out from underneath that thing.

Then one day, this kid shows with a handful of cash.

I guess my dad had put an ad in the paper or something.

And I thought he'd be sad...

to let that goddamn car go, but...

he smiled.

He patted the kid on the shoulder, and he said, "Good luck, kiddo."

And he never looked back.

I guess at some point, some things...

just aren't worth fixing anymore.

Anyway.

Good luck, kiddo.

I just don't get it.

Why didn't Jeremy leave a note today?

It's not like him.

I didn't want you to get in trouble.

What do you mean?

Don't be mad.

Uh, I'm gonna be mad if you don't tell me right now.

There was a note, but I threw it away.

Dude, why would you do that?!

It's just, Mom's gone, and now Dad's gone too,

and it's just... You're all I have left.

James.

Look, I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Now, tell me what it said.

It said to meet him at the edge of the world at 6 p.m.

James, that was, like, an hour ago.

I know, I'm sorry!

I'm Jeremy Bradford.

I think you've been looking for me.

We have. Keep your hands up.

'Kay, let's move.

I'm sorry.

Copy.

This is my wife. She's been like this for quite a while.

That's why we never had kids,

why my genius young protégé is the closest thing I've had to one.

Huntington's disease, it is the motherfucker of motherfuckers

when it comes to diseases.

She's been sick for so long...

hardly remember when she wasn't.

We used to travel. We loved to travel.

And in the days leading up to the trip,

I would be obsessed with the weather report.

I would worry that the rain

was gonna spoil all of our plans, you know?

50% chance of rain, I'd find myself getting so upset.

But my lovely, beautiful wife,

well, she would remind me that a 50% chance of rain...

also means a 50% chance of sun.

Two sides of the same coin.

It's really just "glass half full," but...

...it was our version.

It was our version.

I'll see ya soon... my love.

Goodbye, Alex.

I asked you before if you think that things happen for a reason.

Do you think that you're here by random happenstance,

or are you here because you are supposed to be here

with Alex and me?

Fuck if I know, bro.

50% chance of rain, 50% chance of sun.

Today, I am choosing to believe in the sun.

Today, I am choosing to believe that it all worked.

That you are supposed to be here. In which case...

you may need this.

I ask only one favor of you, my new friend.

When the boy comes, let him go.

Do not harm him.

It is not hyperbole to say that the fate of the world

may depend on it.

You have kind eyes.

I see the sun in them.

Please just make it--

Do not go in there.

You were never here.

I was never here.

Nod if you understand me.

This project is over, and those people in there are gone.

So, you need to run.

Far away as you can.

And remember...

I know it might not seem like it right now...

but this was the luckiest day of your fucking life.

It's done.

- So, he's-- - It's done.

If it helps you sleep any better, what you did will save people.

Billions of people.

Lady, I sleep like shit no matter what.

And so, in the future, if I should...

need additional services?

Christ, woman, one minute you're shaking like a leaf,

then you wanna talk about the frequent customer program?

- It's not like that. - Tenth job's free, by the way.

I can get you a punch card.

If you need me again,

all I need's a name and a photograph.

- That's it? - Yep.

You just say they need a breath mint.

I'll take care of the rest.

This is the stuff, Jane.

I already feel my stress melting away.

- Glad to hear it, sir. - Yeah.

Are you sure we shouldn't walk a little, Mr. President?

Sure. If you need a break.

God, it feels good to burn off steam.

Honestly, Jane, you can't begin to imagine

problems and pressures of being the most important man in the world.

♪ It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep ♪

♪ Is there somewhere you can tell me? ♪

♪ He walks on, doesn't look back ♪

♪ He pretends he can't hear her ♪

♪ Starts to whistle as he crosses the street ♪

♪ Seems embarrassed to be there ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ It's another day for you and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

♪ 'Cause it's another day for you ♪

- ♪ You and me in paradise ♪ - Fuck.

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

This is Agent Driscoll.

The president, he's gone.

No, uh, uh, code red. Hercules is down.

It was Agent Robinson.

I saw her, I-- I knocked her out, but she...

Oh, my God, there's so much blood.

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

♪ You and me in paradise ♪

♪ Oh, think twice ♪

Ah. You're Cal Bradford's son.

And you're the guy who helped my dad build all this.

I did not help anyone build anything. This is my creation.

See, I designed it all. God forgive me.

Good.

'Cause you're gonna help me blow the fucking doors open.

How have you been, Carmen?

I've been fine.

It, uh, it was a very scary time with you in the hospital.

And how is Alex?

Alex is well.

The power problem has been resolved?

Oh, yes, I made sure of that.

Good.

Any other messages?

Do they have an estimate?

No messages.

And the estimate?

It's too unpredictable.

But she is getting closer.

I'll have to live with "closer."