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Air unit 3 confirming impact extends beyond Sector 7.

Man

- Mr. Garcia. - Yes, sir, you must be Dr. Yates.

Welcome to the world's biggest environmental disaster.

Have you been briefed?

Only that six hours ago, the Black Sea ceased to exist.

Follow me.

The central seabed was hit by a cluster

of deep-focus earthquakes ranging from 6 to 7.8.

The quakes Iasted 12 minutes,

opening several crevices up to 60 miles wide

and hundreds of miles deep.

133,000 cubic miles of water disappeared into the Earth.

Thankfully, we were able to dam the Bosphorus

before it affected the global ocean system.

It's hard to believe, but this could have been worse.

It could also have struck a populated area.

True enough.

It still feels Iike a nightmare.

The environmental and economic aftermath are just--

it's Iike nothing we've ever dealt with.

"Begins at the Black Sea.

The Earth opens wide and drinks deep,

taking back what she has bestowed."

What exactly are you referring to?

It's a prophecy made by Rupert Crane.

The famous writer who disappeared?

Yeah, that's him.

Agent Garcia, I didn't catch what department you're with.

National Defense.

What does this have to do with National Defense?

I'm sorry. I can't disclose that, Dr. Yates.

Thank you for your time.

Sir. Yes.

AII right, we've got major seismic activity

a half mile underground.

Yes, sir, it's exactly what Crane predicted.

General, I'm going to have to call you back.

We're experiencing a tremor.

We're moving back to base camp

until this area stabilizes. Let's pack up.

Dr. Yates, the seabed, it's cracking!

Let's get out of here. Let's go.

Leave it, move, move!

Come on, Iet's go! Move, people, move!

Garcia, get in, Iet's go!

Move 'em out!

Faster!

Faster! Damn it!

Look out. Look!

Turn, turn, Iook out!

Corporal.

Oh, God.

- Central Command. - This is Agent Garcia.

Roger, Garcia, go ahead.

Lock onto this position

and send a chopper ASAP.

Stand by for...

In breaking news, the disaster

at the Black Sea continues to get worse.

The enormous cracks that swallowed the sea

are growing in size and have spread into populated areas.

Massive evacuations are now taking place

within a 200-mile radius of the seashore.

Funds and resources from around the globe

are flowing into that area.

The environmental impact and Ioss of Iife is unprecedented.

At exactly 10:00 a.m.,

I need you to handle this very delicately.

Follow my instructions and the book is yours.

Sure thing, Mr. Crane. You have my word.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

Goodbye, Mr. Lowell.

Eric, we need to talk.

Get in here.

What's up?

What do you know about this author Rupert Crane?

Self-proclaimed prophet,

disappeared eight or nine years ago.

10. Guy's a modern-day Nostradamus.

He prophesied 9/11, the Iraq War, a few big disasters.

Then he vanished after "Desert Candle" became a best seller,

and he made his Iast publisher rich.

Now he wants to publish his next book,

guess who he calls?

Sidwell Publishing.

Crazy, huh? Right out of the blue.

So I want you to go and pick up his completed manuscript.

Where's he Iive?

Well, he's been Iiving off the grid in the mountains of British Columbia.

Seriously? And you want me to go pick it up?

Yeah.

Well, why doesn't he just email it like any normal person would?

You know, for a guy that can see the future,

you'd think he'd have some basic understanding of the present.

This guy doesn't do email. He's paranoid.

He thinks the government's after him, but, believe me,

this trip's gonna be worth the trouble. You're Ieaving early tomorrow morning.

You gotta be at some diner by 10:00. We already purchased your tickets.

- I can't. I got a fight tomorrow. - Well, you'll just have to cancel.

Well, why can't you get somebody else?

- I'm just a proofreader. - Nope, has to be you.

Listen, Sam, isn't there anyone else that can go?

- Hey, who signs your paychecks? - This is ridiculous.

Since when do we do personal pickups?

Because this was the deal breaker. Crane asked for you by name.

- I don't know a Rupert Crane. - Yeah, well, he seems to know you.

What is it?

- What the hell is that? - I don't know.

Hang on, hang on!

You guys!

I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to call you back.

Whoa!

- You okay? - Yeah, yeah, I think it stopped.

- That felt Iike an earthquake. - An earthquake in New York?

I bet it's in Crane's new manuscript.

- Hey, everybody okay? - Yeah.

Wanda, Marty, you guys okay?

Yeah, thanks, Sam, I'm okay.

Hey, guys, here, gather around. I wanna show you something.

This is a fragment of an aboriginal calendar wheel,

marking a cataclysmic disaster that happened 26,000 years ago.

It's referenced in almost every ancient culture.

The Mayans Iink this disaster to an event

which we're going through right now--

the alignment of our solar system with the galactic equator.

I wish I could say that science and technology

have done away with doomsday paranoia surrounding these events,

but, you know,

there's always a few kooks out there.

- Brooke. - Yeah?

Sorry, guys, I'm just gonna have to interrupt for a minute.

- You're not gonna believe this. - What is it?

I've got Rupert Crane on the Iine.

You're joking.

This would be a pretty obscure, seriously not funny joke if it was.

Sounds serious. I think you should take it.

Okay.

Mr. Crane?

Miss Calvin, the alignment

of our solar system with the galactic equator

may not be as harmless as you think.

I was just discussing that. How could you know?

There's a lot I know about you, Miss Calvin.

I'm in desperate need of your knowledge,

specifically your main area of studies.

Are you writing a book on ancient civilizations?

I'm referring to the Moai heads on Easter Island.

We need to meet, immediately.

Mr. Crane, if this is you,

I'm flattered that you tracked me down,

but I'm on a field trip right now.

I have classes. It'll have to be next week.

It has to be tomorrow. New York will be next.

What do you mean "next"?

The Black Sea was just the beginning, Miss Calvin.

I trust you'll make the right decision and meet with me.

We'll be in touch.

Voice recognition analysis confirmed his identity,

but we only picked up the end of the conversation.

When was the recording made?

2:30 p.m. in New York at the Sidwell Publishing House.

It was short. Crane knew to avoid the usual keywords

that would have triggered a full recording.

It figures. For a civilian, he's turned out to be one slippery son of a gun.

You think he's resurfacing because of his Black Sea prediction?

Well, it's certainly part of it.

I need you to handle this very delicately.

Follow my instructions and the book is yours.

Sure thing, Mr. Crane.

- You have my word. - Thank you.

It's a pleasure doing business with you.

- Goodbye, Mr. Lowell. - We got a trace?

We're still working on it.

The call was rerouted. We couldn't get a solid Iock.

Get an agent to shadow Lowell.

General, it's Agent Garcia.

We got a Iead on Rupert Crane.

AII right, John, watch your head.

Try to keep him out of trouble.

Gramps, you have to stop doing this. You're gonna end up in jail.

They confiscated my truck. We need to borrow Andy's.

No, Gramps,

you need to stop going over there and trespassing.

It's our sacred place. Oh, and bring extra food,

blankets, and bring the rifle.

The rifle? Are we hunting?

No, I suspect we'll need it for protection.

Protection from who? Grandpa, you're not making any sense.

We need to follow the vision, Raven.

AII will be revealed.

Great, trust the vision.

Great. Thanks.

Magnitude 5.6 earthquake

that rattled New York City.

Reports have been coming in of growing seismic activity

along western North America...

Hi.

This is 1200 Chester Road, right?

Yeah, what can I get for you?

Nothing, I'm fine.

People come here to order food.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm just waiting for somebody.

Are you Eric Fox?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

I was told you'd be stopping by right about now.

I got an envelope for you.

Guy who dropped it off paid me 20 bucks.

You're Iucky. Otherwise, I'd make you order Iunch.

- When did you get this? - Three days ago.

I didn't even know I was coming three days ago.

Hello. Hello.

- Sam, it's Eric. - Yeah, Fox, is that you?

Hey, Sam, can you hear me?

Where the hell are you, and did you get the manuscript?

Yeah, look, I'm at the address.

Crane isn't here, and he Ieft me this handwritten map.

Sam, hold on a second.

- What? I can't hear you. - Whoa, are you feeling that?

Whoa, we got a bit of a tremor happening.

- I can't hear a word you're saying. - Sam.

We're evacuating the building. It's another earthquake.

Sam, can you hear me?

Let me call you back when I get downstairs.

Sam.

Sam, Sam, are you okay?

Sam, can you hear me? Sam!

Sam! Sam, are you there?

As you all know, we're experiencing

major tectonic disturbances.

I can now report we've found a correlation.

This is Earth's solar system in orbit

around the galactic equator.

Just as our Earth has an equator,

so does our solar system and our galaxy.

Every 26,000 years,

the solar system's equator aligns

with the galactic equator.

Up until this morning, all research pointed

to this being completely harmless.

We now know New York and the Black Sea are related

to this celestial event.

We're predicting this tectonic activity will increase

as we get closer to the galactic equator.

Has this report been released?

Only internally. I wish I had more information for you, General Slate,

but the entire team is working on it,

and, I promise, you'll be briefed...

- ...as soon as we Iearn more. - Excuse me.

Crane would've seen this coming.

Instead of using his psychic power for his country,

he hides while New York crumbles and thousands die.

If we find him, do you think he'll cooperate?

He didn't 10 years ago.

I doubt that he will now, but if we can get our hands

on that unpublished manuscript...

...we can prepare for what's coming down the pipe.

- Give ourselves a fighting chance. - Excuse me, General.

Garcia.

What's his name?

Mobilize an extraction team and wait for my orders.

We just picked up a call from Eric Fox.

He's an employee at the Sidwell Publishing House.

He's going to meet Crane.

- Where? - Saltwood, British Columbia.

You've reached Sam Lowell with the joke of the day.

How many publishers does it take to change a Iightbulb?

Three. One to change it, two to hold down the author.

Leave your name and number.

Sam, it's Eric. Come on, buddy, you gotta call me back.

I'm worried about you. I just want to know what the hell's going on.

We interrupt this broadcast

with breaking news.

We have just verified the report of a devastating earthquake

striking New York City

at 1 :00 p.m. Eastern Standard Time.

Lower Manhattan is completely underwater,

and scattered reports describe a quake

that has cracked the Earth along the Eastern Seaboard

of North America.

Live footage shows building after building

crumbling to the ground.

Early figures indicate hundreds of thousands of people are dead,

with millions more displaced.

The devastation is on an epic scale.

Are you Iistening to the news?

Half of New York is gone.

We're dealing with severe global earthquakes.

This isn't the time to be going into the woods

to chat with some hack Nostradamus wannabe.

He's not a hack.

He told me this would happen. What if Crane's a true prophet?

What if he's a crackpot who Iikes to mind-meld with squirrels?

Listen, Brooke, people become hermits for a reason.

Nine times out of 10 it's because they're nuts.

He's not nuts. He said he needed my help,

and I believe him.

Okay, okay. I get it.

Just keep in touch, okay?

- I want updates. - AII right, I'll call you Iater.

Uh, I think that's called vandalism.

I call it fuel.

I'll use it to start our campfire.

Grandpa, are you sure about this?

- About what? - About your vision.

I told you, it must be followed.

Yeah, but is it that important?

Fulfilling this vision

is the single most significant act of my life.

That sounds pretty important.

Important for you as well. You're part of the vision.

Come, I'll show you.

Let's move.

More walk, Iess talk.

Mr. Crane.

It's Eric Fox from the publishing house.

Mr. Crane, I need to speak with you.

Something terrible has happened.

Mr. Crane?

Mr. Crane, it's Eric Fox from Sidwell Publishing.

What the hell?

Who are you?

Freeze! Government agents!

I'm not going anywhere with you!

Hello.

What's going on?

I have no idea.

Why isn't he moving?

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Whoa.

That's insane, okay?

I saw you come through the door before you came through.

Okay.

Who are you?

Look, my name's Eric Fox.

I'm from a publishing house in New York, okay?

And I just came up here to pick up Crane's new book.

- Did you kill him? - No, of course I didn't kill him.

Okay, I'm just trying to make sense of this, too.

AII right, please, relax.

Okay, I want your ID.

- Now! - Oh, my God.

Look, I'm just going for my wallet.

See?

Eric Fox.

Who are you?

Brooke Calvin.

I'm an archeology professor.

Rupert Crane called me yesterday, and he said he needed my help.

- Are you sure that's him? - Yeah, it's him.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, I think he's had some sort of brain aneurysm

or seizure or something.

What's wrong with you?

You know, I can't even put to words exactly.

- I don't know. - "Eric and Brooke play the tape now"?

You're Eric.

He knew we were gonna meet.

- The camcorder. - We should call the police.

I think we should play the tape first.

- No, no, we shouldn't touch anything. - It's not Iike it's a murder.

- No, you tell that to the police. - Look, I'm playing the tape.

That's my calendar wheel,

and that's me. How would he know?

You were probably in one of his visions.

I apologize to you both

for finding me in such a shocking state

and for the task that lies ahead.

He knew we'd find him dead.

I've burdened you both with a very important mission,

one that I can't complete myself.

Eric,

there is no new manuscript.

I brought you here

to pass onto you an item

of utmost importance.

This rod that I am holding...

is the key to the future.

And I'm giving it to you.

It's your birthright.

My birthright?

What the hell is he talking about?

Both of you, take the camcorder and take the rod

and play the rest of the tape

when you reach the Iake.

Oh, and one more thing, Eric,

you need to step on the painted rock.

The painted rock?

I suggest you hurry. You're in great danger.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Why would we be in danger?

When a guy that sees the future tells you to run,

you ask questions Iater.

I still think we should call the police.

Did you not hear what Crane said?

We don't have much time.

Okay, Iittle reminder here, that guy is dead,

and when I came in here, you were acting like you were coming off

some kind of a bad acid trip.

Listen to me, okay?

When--

when I touched--

we gotta trust him, all right?

- Team one in position. - Go!

Freeze!

Mr. Crane?

Clear!

Clear.

AII clear.

Target's dead.

They look like government agents.

I think maybe they're after Crane.

Henning, search the kitchen.

We should tell them we found him dead.

- I think it's a bad idea. - You can't stop me, okay?

Brooke, I think these guys

are going to start shooting at us.

You think? Based on what?

I don't know. Maybe it was a vision.

So you're telling me you can see the future now?

Well, it's more Iike a gut feeling

on images I saw.

- Saw where? - Back inside the cabin.

Okay, for a split second, they completely filled my head.

Oops.

Damn it. I think they heard that.

Earthquake! Come on, out of here, boys.

- Come on, guys. - Let's go, gentlemen.

I think it's over.

Brooke, we should get out of here.

Just a tremor.

I'm going to keep searching for the manuscript.

Organize a sweep. Maybe Crane's visitors are close.

Yes, sir.

What the hell are you doing?

- Get down. - I'm not going anywhere with you!

Freeze! Government agents!

The painted rock.

Don't move! Hands in the air.

- Get down! - What?

Ah!

Ah!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Hunt them down, but stay on your toes.

This whole area could be rigged with more explosives.

And, Henning, bring them in alive.

We need them interviewed, and we need that manuscript.

- Go. - Yes, sir.

You okay?

No, I'm not okay. They tried to kill us.

We just got to keep moving, keep as much distance

between them and us as possible.

Hey, hey! I don't even know you, okay?

Crane is dead, and now you're acting Iike you're some kind of...

prophet in rock starjeans.

Okay, Brooke, Iook at me, okay?

I don't know what's going on right now, okay?

But what I do know is when I touched this,

I saw things before they happened,

so whatever Crane was working on,

it's bigger than the both of us, and it could affect this entire world,

and for some reason, the two of us are part of it.

We don't know that.

Brooke, he said that we need to work together, right?

As crazy as that sounds,

I believe him.

Now whatever I set off back there,

it's only slowing them down.

Now we need to keep moving.

Henning, do you read?

Henning, come in.

Did you find them?

Sir, Iooks Iike we've Iost their trail.

We're going to need air support.

Fall back. General Slate is en route.

But, sir, there's still a chance that they could be--

Pull back, Henning. I need you here.

We'll get Iocal Iaw enforcement to do a sweep of the surrounding area.

- The general wants a briefing. - Roger that.

AII right, pull back.

He knew it.

Somehow we'd find the Iake.

Okay, well, now what?

There's a bag under a small Iog close by.

Inside you'll find everything you need to camp tonight

and make your escape in the morning.

There's not much else

I can do to help you

other than try to explain.

Over the years,

the rod showed me visions of the future.

Then a month ago,

I saw cities being destroyed,

oceans disappearing.

- Tell me he doesn't mean-- - He does.

I searched for clues, but for the first time,

the rod started to cause weakness,

mental deterioration,

blackouts.

It's taken its toll.

Use it sparingly, Eric.

With each passing day,

its use becomes more dangerous.

Brooke, you must help him

make a connection with the Moai heads.

Your knowledge will help

piece this puzzle together.

It appears that tomorrow night,

it all comes to an end.

You two are the key to stopping it.

I know you'll succeed.

The rod is both a blessing and a curse.

I'm sorry, Eric.

He died.

I don't believe it. I won't believe it.

There's no way in hell the world ends tomorrow night.

Well, everything he's saying points to be being true.

Well, what if his Iast visions were paranoid delusions?

Oh, they're not. They're Iinked somehow.

What are you talking about?

The rod gives Crane his visions of the future.

It's the key to stopping this.

Okay, well, why give it to you, some guy from a publishing house?

I don't know. Something to do with my birthright or something.

Just Iike he said.

I wish he was wrong.

I just wish he wasn't predicting every damn step.

Yeah, well, right now

every prediction is saving our asses.

We got tape, flashlight, compass,

some camping gear, a map.

A map? Where does the map go?

12 miles south of here, he's got a truck parked.

Oh, it's gonna be dark in a couple of hours.

- Hence the camping gear. - Well, let's go.

We'll get as far as we can before dark.

Jenkins, send out Fox's and Brooke Calvin's mug shots.

Ask for checkpoints up to 10 miles.

What do we tell them?

Tell them they murdered Rupert Crane.

Any sign of the manuscript?

Not yet, sir.

That's not what I want to hear.

Don't worry, sir, we'll find it.

Crane should have been working with us saving lives.

It doesn't make any sense.

It was in his nature not to trust authority.

He was one of us once,

went AWOL,

became paranoid, schizophrenic.

Sad, really, but Crane never had a chance.

That's why he died here in this hellhole,

trapped Iike a rat.

For the past two days,

the world has been torn apart by earthquakes.

Do you know how the scientific community explained that?

No, sir.

They didn't.

Lots of theories, no answers.

Right now I have more faith in whatever Crane gave to Fox.

Find him for me, Garcia.

Get me Eric Fox.

This is Garcia. Get me Parker.

- Henning, a word. - Yes, sir.

Report.

I got a visual on the rod. Fox has it.

I'm authorizing you to complete your mission with extreme prejudice.

Understood, sir.

This is Iike nothing I've ever seen.

What's generating the noise?

Its Iike its got an electrical current going through it,

but it's made of carved hematite.

- It's impossible for this to be-- - Ugh, come on!

Battery's dead.

How does it work?

You just touch it,

but I'm warning you, it's not very pleasant.

I think it's what killed Crane.

Well, that's a pretty grim birthright.

Some people get trust funds,

and you get a rod that'll eventually kill you.

I'm just more concerned about, you know, what I do next.

Do I go to the news

and predict what city will crumble?

I don't know. We don't even know what's happening out there.

God, I hate feeling so helpless.

I need my computer.

What are you doing?

Maybe we're not so helpless.

Eric.

Now you know

that the rod's true purpose has yet to reveal itself.

Close that damn thing and get out!

Everybody's gotta die sometime.

Are you okay?

Eric, talk to me.

Maybe that computer is a better idea.

Your nose is bleeding.

Oh, crap.

Crap.

The images are starting to get a Iot clearer.

I saw these stone heads,

you know, the Easter Island statue faces.

- Yeah, Moai heads. - Yeah.

I saw something else, too, Brooke.

The Earth,

the surface of the Earth started to crack

and northern Canada was being torn apart.

Oh, my God.

Crane was right.

Well, what else? What else did you see?

You know, I-- do you got paper and a pen or something I can--

Yeah, here.

There was a bunch of different images, but...

it was outside on this sort of flat rock surface,

kind of Iooked Iike that.

Oh, yeah, that Iooks familiar,

but it's--

it's not European cave drawings.

It's North American.

I'm gonna make a call.

You know what? Use Crane's.

The government might be listening to yours.

- Hello. - Dennis, it's Brooke.

- Brooke, did you hear about Italy? - No, what happened?

It just sank into the Mediterranean, like Atlantis.

Major earthquakes are happening across the globe.

Seriously, this is getting biblical.

Okay, Dennis, what I'm about to ask you to do

is the most important assignment of your life, okay?

What are you talking about?

- Does this have to do with Crane? - I'll explain all that Iater.

Listen, I need you to research the photo I'm about to send you, okay?

Compare it to any North American cave drawings we have on record.

Dennis, I cannot stress to you how important this is.

AII right. AII right, I'll do it.

Just be warned that my Armageddon bag is packed.

I'm serious. I'm thinking about heading to the hills.

Okay, thanks, Dennis, and Iisten, call me as soon as you have something

and only use this number, okay?

Got it.

Whoa.

Thank you kindly, Mr. Crane.

Well, after 10 years,

authorities finally have a break in the disappearance

and possible murder of best selling author Rupert Crane.

Two suspects are wanted for questioning--

Eric Fox and Brooke Calvin.

Both are considered armed and dangerous.

Holy crap!

What have you got?

No matches yet, but you're all over the news.

- What? Why? - Oh, it's nothing important.

Just that you and some guy named Eric Fox

killed Rupert Crane and are armed and dangerous.

Dennis, he was dead when we found him.

- What's going on here, Brooke? - I honestly don't know myself,

but please believe me, we did not kill anyone.

I just need you to keep working on those cave drawings, okay?

I'll get back to you Iater.

I don't Iike that Iook.

We're officially fugitives, armed and dangerous.

Man, this is getting better by the second.

Shocking, unimaginable images from Europe.

We're Iooking at the first pictures of the Mediterranean Sea,

where the country of Italy once was.

At 6:37 Iocal time,

a massive 9.7 magnitude earthquake,

the Iargest in recorded history,

ripped through southern Europe and the Mediterranean,

swallowing Italy and much of Greece.

The quake was felt as far north as London

and as far south as the Ivory Coast.

Aid has been diverted from the Black Sea region,

but resources are already stretched to the breaking point.

International reaction has been stunned silence

as the rest of the world holds its collective breath

and waits for the next disaster to strike.

I promise you I'm gonna get you out of here.

Two fugitives floundering in the bush?

- I wish I could believe you. - He's back.

Are you gonna order this time?

You been watching the news?

Yeah, it's pretty scary.

You're telling me, and the government keeps saying

it'll eventually stop. Do you believe that?

Well, maybe they don't want us to panic.

If the world is coming to an end, I want to know.

I've got power.

Throughout the Iast three weeks,

the rod has given me

a flood of images that I can't figure out.

I can feel it getting stronger.

The visions,

well, they're more intense.

The imagery is horrific.

The destruction unimaginable.

We interrupt our regular programming

for this emergency broadcast.

Mount Baker's seismic activity

indicates an imminent volcanic eruption.

Communities within a 100-mile radius

are advised to evacuate immediately.

I repeat, communities within a 100-mile radius are advised...

AII right, you heard her. This is it! Everyone out!

I see the rod...

That means you two.

...glowing from the inside.

And that'll be $2.50.

And I see beams of Iight,

aligning themselves to the stars.

Inside of what? Beams of Iight aligning with the stars?

- What do you think that means? - Right now I have no idea.

Come on, come on, come on!

I don't know what the clues mean.

Unplug that damn thing and get out!

Unplug that damn thing

and get out!

Come on, we got to get out of here.

Go, Brooke, go! Go.

I'm closed. We're evacuating.

Where are we going?

- Out of the car, Fox! - Come on.

He's got a gun!

- Now! - Go, go!

Oh!

Sir, we're in pursuit right now on Highway 12,

two miles east of Polkhead Junction.

I'm 20 clicks away. Jenkins should intercept at Highway 8.

What the hell's going on? Keep your head down!

- Hold on! - Oh, no.

What the hell's going--

What's your status?

I just found transportation, sir.

- The rest of the team is deceased. - The ineptitude is staggering.

This operation was supposed to have results.

Don't disappoint me, Henning.

I'll keep Garcia busy. Get me that rod.

Copy that.

Beams of Iight aligning with the stars.

What do you think that means?

It almost sounds Iike doomsday prophecy.

The Mayans had a similar phrase.

The stars will alter their accustomed course

and avert man's gaze with Iight.

How do you know all this stuff?

I teach it. Phrases Iike that are peppered throughout ancient cultures,

usually tied to cosmic alignments.

Do you think it has anything to do with these Moai heads?

There's a Rapa Nui prophecy--

Iight will protect us from the path of the universe.

- Another astronomical event. - In 14 hours,

the solar system's equator and the Milky Way's equator

are gonna align, but that's supposed to be a coincidence.

Is it?

Crane said that the world was gonna end tonight.

If that's the case, we got till midnight.

The wind has shifted.

We gotta get moving.

Otherwise, we're gonna be sucking up some volcanic ash.

My team has been Iooking for a correlation

between the alignment of the galactic equator

and these disasters.

We kept coming up empty.

Then we found this.

A massive dark star.

A collapsing sun with maximum mass

near the edge of our galaxy.

Aligning with the galactic equator brings us

into the dark star's gravitational field.

And where there is maximum mass,

there is maximum gravity,

so much that Iight can't escape.

- How Iong will it Iast? - We don't know.

But the gravitational forces will continue to get worse,

peaking tonight sometime around midnight

and gradually diminishing over the next three days.

At the end of this,

the entire surface of the Earth will have shifted.

Who knows what Iife will have survived?

Attention, all faculty and students,

please Ieave the campus in an orderly fashion.

This is a precautionary measure

due to the approaching ash cloud

as a result of the recent volcanic activity...

Bingo!

Dennis, what did you find?

There's an ancient Coast Salish settlement

just outside of Pipestone.

The petroglyph there is almost identical to the drawings.

Pipestone, of course.

We wanted to do a dig there, and we got permission from the band,

but couldn't get it from the Iogging company.

Lycar Forest Products.

We can be in Pipestone in two hours. I'll just call you from there.

I've gotta Ieave the university. We're being evacuated.

Evacuated? Is everything okay?

The ash from Mount Baker is headed our way. It's just a precaution.

Okay, well, good.

Listen, thanks for sticking with me on this, Dennis.

Look, if everything gets back to normal someday,

you and I are going to sit down, have a couple of beers,

and you're going to tell me exactly what this is all about.

That's a promise, and I'm buying.

Take care, Brooke.

The death toll continues to rise

as the rescue workers in New York, Italy, and Eastern Europe

search feverishly for survivors,

but hope fades--

Don't push!

Student

Student

Excuse me, we're Iooking for Dennis Johnson.

Can you tell us where to find him?

Yes, sir, that's him right over there.

Mr. Johnson, Dennis Johnson.

Excuse me! Mr. Johnson.

Go!

Hey!

Why would Crane say it was your birthright?

I don't know.

I never really had a real home

or didn't know my parents.

I just bounced around foster homes.

I don't know. I just never really had to have

a Iot of responsibility, you know?

Like inheriting a rod that tells the future

and somehow saving the world?

Yeah, no pressure.

Dennis?

Feds ID'd me. I can't go home. What should I do?

- What? They're not after you. - Oh, they're after me.

I'm pretty sure abetting a fugitive

gets more than a slap on the wrist.

Dennis, you're breaking up.

Brooke, I'm Iosing you. Brooke?

Damn it!

I Iost him.

Why didn't you tell me about this place?

Because it wasn't your time.

Young people today don't want to hear the old stories.

They don't respect what's sacred,

what needs to be protected.

Grandpa, just because I don't have visions

doesn't mean I don't respect them.

These earthquakes, I'm scared.

You are probably the only person

on the planet who isn't worried right now.

I'm not worried for myself.

I'm worried for all those people who are gonna Iose their Iives.

Haven't a Iot of people died already?

They have,

but so far, it's been Iike a crack in the dam.

Soon the trickle

will become a flood.

Anyone?

No, nobody. It's deserted.

How far away to the site?

From what I can remember, about a half-hour hike.

- You okay? - No. No, I'm not okay.

People are dying and Iook what we're doing.

Yeah, we're Iooking for a petroglyph.

Yeah, that could somehow save the world,

which could end in 12 hours.

Do you realize how preposterous that sounds?

I do.

Look, I promise you

that we're going to get through this, and we will see tomorrow.

And if you break your promise, we'll have global annihilation.

No pressure.

Don't move.

Are you Eric Fox?

Really? Who are you?

What are you doing out here?

Waiting for you.

I'm taking you to see my grandfather.

He'll explain everything you need to know.

Welcome. My name is John.

I have something I want to show you.

Henning, do you read?

Go for Henning.

What the hell happened?

Sorry, sir, I've been having trouble with my radio.

Damn it, Henning, two hours of radio silence isn't acceptable.

- What's your 20? - I'm at the Lycar Mill in Pipestone.

I just found the vehicle. Looks Iike they hiked into the woods.

Wait for me. I want a coordinated operation.

Yes, sir.

That's what I saw.

My people have never known

what this symbol means.

I was hoping you had the answer.

I wish.

Tell me,

what do you see when you use the rod?

It's a jumble of images.

I saw you.

I saw that drawing. I saw the Moai heads,

and I saw the Earth fracturing

and just being torn apart.

As a child,

I was told of the day when the Earth

and the stars come together

and the sky spirit will try to strike us down.

That's almost identical to Rapa Nui and Mayan prophecy.

I was also told that when the seven points

of the great hound align,

the ancient ones will awaken from their slumber

and push back this spirit of the sky,

saving us.

What's the great hound?

The constellation Canis Major.

The great hound of Orion. But what are the seven points?

The ancient ones.

Great, we're back to square one.

Not necessarily. Let's just think this through.

Okay, um...

Canis Major,

the seven points, Moai heads.

- Ahu Akivi. - What?

Ahu Akivi on Easter Island. It's the site of the seven Moai

who stand facing the ocean like sentries.

Could there possibly be another set here?

The ancient ones are here.

A short vertical Iine inside the Moai head.

It's the rod.

What if the Moai heads are a device

designed to prevent the destruction of the universe?

What, like a global defense mechanism?

Yeah, I mean,

maybe the Moai on Easter Island

prevented a catastrophe 26,000 years ago?

I mean, what if these are meant to prevent one now?

But where are they?

Get down!

What do you want?

You have a rod in your possession, Fox.

Give it to me now, and we can all walk away. Nobody gets hurt.

Why the hell does he want the rod?

He's not going to Iet us Iive.

You're a government agent.

Why are you doing this?

I'm just following orders.

Here, give me the rifle.

What? I can do this.

You're too young to do what needs to be done.

Grandpa, no, I can do it.

Come on, Fox,

Iet's stop playing around.

Let's just do this face-to-face.

You just tried to shoot me!

I apologize. It won't happen again.

- Okay, I'm coming out. - No.

- Eric. - Look, don't shoot anybody, okay?

No one needs to get hurt.

Smart man.

One of your friends up there does anything stupid,

you're going down first, you understand?

- You understand? - Yes.

Good, that's close enough.

Do you have any idea what this is?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Okay, this right here is the key to saving the world.

I give this to you, we all die.

Toss it over right now.

Everybody's gotta die sometime.

Grandpa!

Go on. Grandpa.

Oh, crap.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

Is he okay?

Never saw that coming.

Oh, wow, that's gonna Ieave a hell of a bruise.

Another earthquake.

You must Ieave this place.

Take what you have Iearned and go.

- I'll be fine. - Thank you.

- You don't have much time. - Let's go.

Go, go.

John's story, the petroglyph,

he was tapping into a similar prophecy

also shared with the Rapa Nui.

He said the ancient ones are sleeping in the Earth,

which means they're buried, but where?

Can't all be a coincidence.

Crane moved up here.

John said his people felt its power for generations.

So this whole area could be radiating energy

from the seven buried Moai heads

right under our feet, but how do we find them?

Oh, no. Eric, I wouldn't. Don't touch it.

I have to. We need answers.

Here goes nothing.

Thou shalt do miraculous signs.

Eric!

- Thou shalt take this rod... - Come on, Eric!

- ...in thy hand wherewith... - Eric, let go!

...thou shalt do miraculous signs.

- Eric. - Yeah.

Are you okay?

- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah.

You didn't think you were going to get rid of me that easy, did you?

Just breathe. Just breathe.

You okay?

I saw this opening in this field.

I think that's where the heads are.

And I saw a government agent,

but I think he's working with us.

You sure about that?

Yeah, it's gonna work, Brooke.

We don't got much time.

Easy, easy.

We got company.

Lower your weapon or I'll shoot.

That's him.

That's the agent that's gonna help us.

Eric Fox, Brooke Calvin.

I'm Agent Garcia, National Defense. Where's Agent Henning?

He's dead.

He tried to kill us, okay? I had no choice.

No, our orders were to retrieve Crane's manuscript

and bring you in alive.

Alive? We've been shot at for two days.

Brooke, please.

- Okay, the manuscript does not exist. - That's not possible.

Rupert Crane used it as an excuse to give me a rod.

It's how Crane was able to predict the future.

That's what your agent was after.

He's telling the truth. I know it sounds crazy,

but it's the key that will stop the Earth

from being torn apart, and it needs to happen today.

You're gonna help us, Agent Garcia. I know it.

We're running out of time.

You got to believe me on this, okay?

Just Iet me explain.

Start talking.

So there's no manuscript?

What about this rod you've been talking about?

From what I understand, it was the source of Crane's premonitions.

Well, if it does what you say it does,

it could be pretty useful right about now.

- You need to bring it in. - Sorry, I can't do that, sir.

Excuse me?

I know this is gonna sound unbelievable,

but it could be the key to stopping these disasters.

How?

Fox believes that it will turn on some kind of

- global defense mechanism. - Built by whom?

We don't know, sir.

General Slate, please report to DOD.

Is it possible it could Iead to more of these rods?

I'm not sure, maybe.

General Slate, please report to DOD.

Two days ago, this story would have cost you yourjob.

And today?

I got nothing to lose and everything to gain.

I've got to brief the president, or I'd come myself.

What do you need?

What's splattered on this?

Probably some blood.

Wonderful.

The rod's a forged foreign material.

And that hum,

I've never seen anything Iike it.

Where'd you get this?

It was a gift.

Okay, with no power source,

yet emitting a frequency of 12.4 kHz.

It's fascinating.

Now we scan for the frequency in 100-mile radius.

If your hunch is right and there's anything out there

emitting the same vibrations,

hopefully we'll get a Iock on a location.

- We got an hour Ieft of sunlight. - Come on.

Almost there.

Okay, we got it-- 62 miles due east.

That's close.

Right under Crane's nose.

As reports of rioting and Iooting pour in

from around the globe, we have confirmed information

that the Republic of China has been hit by a sinkhole

the size of which rivals the Black Sea disaster.

It appears there is no place on Earth

- safe from these events. - You mind turning that off?

What are you thinking about?

Well, we still have a Iot to figure out.

We're coming to the end of the world here,

and the puzzle still hasn't been solved.

We're gonna solve it.

Okay, we've got the rod,

and now we have the Iocation.

It still doesn't make any sense

why Henning went after it. He wouldn't know what it was.

- Yeah, I don't think he knew. - Then why?

I just think he was following orders.

Well, that's what's bugging me. Whose orders?

We're gonna have to pull over, wait this one out.

Go! Go now!

Come on.

Hang on.

We got the report on Eric Fox.

He was adopted.

No record of his birth parents.

Convenient.

Sir, have you heard about Washington?

Yeah, I have. How's the president?

Airborne. AII executive commands will now be issued

from Air Force One.

Where's my helicopter?

It'll be here in four minutes, sir.

Your presence has been requested

at the Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Station.

I'm gonna be Iate.

There's a Iittle side trip I need to make.

This is definitely it. Now what?

If we're right, there should be seven buried Moai heads

right under our feet.

All right, these are infrared imaging tubes,

operational to 50 meters deep.

We need to create a perimeter.

The seven Moai heads of Ahu Akivi Iook towards the point

where the sun sets during the equinox.

The Iength of their platform is 40 feet long,

but there's no way of knowing how they're laid out here.

They should face the Canis Major constellation.

We gotta start somewhere.

You getting anything?

I got something.

Approximately 4.9 meters high.

One meter underground.

Okay. Okay, Eric,

move yours back 20 feet.

Oh, I got another one.

Brooke, move yours to the Ieft...

30 feet.

Guys.

You got to see this.

It mirrors Canis Major.

This is amazing.

They're identical to the ones on Easter Island.

The rod should fit in the big star.

This should be it.

It's the top of the Moai head.

Here.

Let's start digging.

Guys.

Take a Iook at this.

What's up?

I figured out how the Moai heads tie into the Canis Major constellation.

Now, when they align with the galactic equator,

it'll be the closest the dark star comes to us--

right when the Earth is about to be destroyed.

So maybe that's our cosmic trigger for placing the rod.

- Okay. How much time we got? - I'm working on it.

The buried heads

and the Canis Major constellation will align

in approximately 20 minutes.

AII right, that's gonna cut it close. Let's get moving.

I got something.

It's Iike some kind of stone or metal or something.

Look, right here. The rod could fit in there.

- Let's stick the damn rod in. - Well, no, we can't.

We have to wait for the alignment with the constellation.

She's right. We've got four minutes Ieft.

Give me the rod.

Sir, I wasn't expecting you.

Son, get up out of there. We need to have a chat.

I'd rather not.

I wasn't asking.

Son, whatever it is down in that hole,

it does not need to be activated.

If we don't activate it, sir,

we are all gonna die.

Do you understand that the world is about to end?

You're wrong. The gravitational forces working

on the Earth need to run their course.

We've survived it before. We'll survive it again.

- We don't know that, sir. - Oh, but I do.

It's survival of the fittest now.

And in the meantime,

I will be guiding the world's elite

through the gauntlet with the help of that rod.

You're a Iunatic.

Oh, no, I'm simply a patriot.

I have known for years about that rod

and its ability to predict the future.

That rod never belonged to your father,

- and it doesn't belong to you. - My father?

Rupert Crane. He didn't tell you?

We only have two minutes Ieft.

I wouldn't worry.

We have all the time in the world.

Give it up, son.

Give it up, son.

You just signed our death warrants.

I prefer to think of it as a birth certificate for a new America.

I can't allow that, sir.

And thou shalt take this rod in thine hand,

wherewith thou shalt do

miraculous signs.

- Where are my visions? - Here's one.

Alignment in 10 seconds!

Eric, do it now!

Five, four,

three, two,

one!

It's working.

It worked.

I spent so many years studying those heads...

trying to unlock their mysteries.

Now we know their purpose,

but, oh, the questions.

It's one big cosmic can of worms.

Whoever built this did us one hell of a favor.

Yeah.

You know, you could use this

to find out more about our saviors.

The next time I use this,

it's gonna be to bet on some horses.

How are you feeling?

Besides getting shot and finding out that my superior officer is a nut job,

I'm okay.

I got a signal.

This is the President of the United States.

To all the survivors of the human race,

the worst is over.

Yesterday, we survived the peak of the gravitational pull

that was tearing apart our world.

In the next few days,

earthquakes will gradually diminish.

Now for the sake of humanity,

we must come together and rebuild.

This is a worldwide broadcast

sent out to any and all survivors.

You are not alone.

I repeat, you are not alone.