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HANK: Stark!

HOWARD: He doesn't seem happy.

Hello, Hank.

You're supposed to be in Moscow.

I took a detour...

Through your defense lab.

Tell me that isn't
what I think it is.

That depends if you think it's
a poor attempt to replicate my work.

Even for this group,
that takes nerve.

You were
instructed to go to Russia.

May I remind you, Dr. Pym,
that you're a soldier...

I'm a scientist.

Then act like one.

The Pym Particle is the most
revolutionary science ever developed.

Help us put it to good use.

I let you turn me
into your errand boy,

and now you try to
steal my research?

If only you'd protected Janet
with such ferocity, Dr. Pym.

Ah...

- (GROANS)
- Easy, Hank.

You mention my wife again

and I'll show you ferocity.

Don't look at me. You said it.

I formally
tender my resignation.

We don't accept it. Formally.

Hank,

we need you.

The Pym Particle is a miracle.
Please.

Don't let your past
determine the future.

As long as I am alive,

nobody will ever
get that formula.

We shouldn't let him
leave the building.

You've already lied to him.
Now you want to go to war with him?

Yes.

Our scientists haven't come close
to replicating his work.

He just kicked
your ass, full-size.

You really want to find out what it's like
when you can't see him coming?

I've known Hank
Pym for a long time.

He's no security risk.

Unless we make him one.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(MEN EXCLAIMING)

You like that?

- You like that?
- (MEN CLAMORING)

Come get you some now.

(MEN JEERING)

(GROANS)

You didn't even move.

Nah.

What if I come in on the left side, right?
Just down here.

You see this right here?

(ALL EXCLAIM)

I'm gonna miss you, Scott.

I'm gonna miss you,
too, Peachy.

Man, you guys got
the weirdest goodbye rituals.

GUARD: All right, break it up.

GUARD 2: Break it up!
Break it up!

(AUTOMATED GATE OPENING)

Scotty!

What's up, man!

Damn! Hey.

Ha-ha! Hey, man.

Hey, what's up with your eye?

Oh. Well,
what do you think? Peachy.
It's a going-away present.

Oh, yeah.
I still got my scar from a year ago.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

You know what? I'm still the
only one who knocked him out.

Well, I definitely didn't.

Thanks for
picking me up, brother.

LUIS: Bro, you think I'm gonna miss
my celly getting out?

Hey, how's your girl, man?

Oh, she left me.

Oh.

Yeah, my ma died, too.

And my dad got deported.

But I got the van!

It's nice.

Yeah, right?

SCOTT: Thanks for the hook-up, too.
I needed a place to stay.

You wait till you see this couch.
You're gonna be really happy.

You're gonna be on your feet
in no time. Watch.

- I hope so.
- Yeah.

And I gotta
introduce you to some

people.
Some really skilled people.

- Not interested.
- (SCOFFS) Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious, man.
I'm not going back.

I got a daughter
to take care of.

You know that jobs don't
come easy for ex-cons, right?

Look, man, I got a master's
in electrical engineering, all right?

I'm gonna be fine.

(LUIS SPEAKS SPANISH)

Welcome to Baskin-Robbins.

Would you like to try our
Mango Fruit Blast?

Uh, no, thanks.

Um, I will have...
I'll have a burger, please.

Oh, we don't...
We don't make that.

Pretzel.
Hot pretzel. Like, mustard...
Do you have mustard dip?

(CHUCKLES) It's ice cream.
Baskin-Robbins.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

I'll just do, like,
whatever's hot and fresh.

Dude.

Can I see you in the back,
chief? Pronto.

Sure thing, Dale.

Darby, could you just, uh,
take care of this idiot? Thanks.

Hey, Dale.

Come on in.

Pull up some chair.

Three years at San Quentin, huh?

You found out.

Baskin-Robbins
always finds out.

Look, I'm sorry, all right?
But I...

No one would hire me.

Breaking and entering.
Grand larceny.

(STAMMERING) Look, I'm sorry.

I don't do it anymore.
I just...

Respect.

I couldn't be happier about it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)
Thank you. Thank you.

You really stuck it
to those billionaire SOBs.

The more I read about
what you did and stuff...

I'm like,
"Wow, I know this guy?

"I'm in charge of this guy?"

Well,
I'm very happy in this job,

and I really just appreciate
the opportunity to...

Well, you're fired, of course.

I can't really keep you on.

Wait, what? Fired?

Yeah.

Dale, look, it wasn't a violent crime.
I mean, I'm a good worker.

No, it wasn't a violent crime.
It was a cool crime.

I'll tell you what, though.

This will be totally off the books,
off the records,

but if you want to grab
one of those Mango Fruit Blasts

on your way out the door,

I'll just pretend
I didn't see it.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Scotty. What's up?

I thought you were
supposed to be at work.

I was. I got fired.

Damn.
They find out who you are?

Yeah.

LUIS: Baskin-Robbins
always finds out, bro.

(SCOFFS)
Baskin-Robbins don't play.

You want some waffles?

Yeah, I'll take a waffle.

Oh. That's Kurt.

He was Folsom for five years.
He's a wizard on that laptop.

Nice meet you.

Yeah. Nice to meet you, too.

Who are you?

Dave.

Nice work on the Vista job.

Vista job, yes.

No, no.
I have heard of this robbery.

Well, technically, I didn't rob them.
Robbery involves threat.

I hate violence.
I burgled them.
I'm a cat burglar.

You mean you're a pussy.

Yeah.

They were overcharging
the customers, right?

And it added up to millions.

He blows
the whistle and he gets fired.

And what does he do?

He hacks into
the security system

and transfers millions
back to the people that they stole it from.

- Posts all the bank records online.
- (WHISTLES)

And he drove the dude's Bentley
into his swimming pool.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Why are you telling my
life story to these guys?

What do you want?

LUIS: Okay.

My cousin talked to this guy
two weeks ago

about this little perfect job.

No way.

No, no, no. Wait!
This guy... This guy fits your M.O.

No!

I'm finished, man.
I'm not going back to jail.

It's some retired millionaire
living off his golden parachute.

It's a perfect Scott Lang mark!

I don't care. I'm out.

Dr. Pym?

Yes. I'm still alive.

ID?

HANK:
Perhaps that will suffice.

Very sorry, sir.
Please come in.

(SOFTLY) Is that Hank Pym?

Good morning, Hank.

Hope.

Would it kill
you to call me Dad?

Dr.
Cross will be so pleased that

you could find
the time to join us today.

More like "thrilled."

I was surprised to receive
any kind of invitation from you, Darren.

What's the occasion?

Oh, you'll see.
Won't he, Hope?

We're ready for you inside.

Ouch.

I guess some old wounds
never heal, huh?

Don't worry,
she's in good hands.

(BEEPS)

You're in for a treat.

Long time, no see, Dr. Pym.
How's retirement?

How's your face?

After you.

Now, before we start,
I'd like to introduce a very special guest.

This company's
founder and my mentor,

Dr. Hank Pym.

When I took over this company
for Dr. Pym,

I immediately started
researching a particle

that could change
the distance between atoms,

while increasing
density and strength.

Why this revolutionary idea
remained buried

beneath
the dust and cobwebs of

Hank's research,
I couldn't tell you.

But just imagine,

a soldier
the size of an insect.

The ultimate secret weapon.

(YELLING)

An Ant-Man.

(CHUCKLES)

That's what they called you.
Right, Hank?

Silly, I know.

Propaganda.

Tales to astonish!

Trumped-up BS to
scare the USSR.

Hank, will you tell our guests
what you told me

every single time I asked you,

"Was the Ant-Man real?"

Just a tall tale.

Right.

Because how could anything
so miraculous possibly be real?

Well, I was inspired by the legend
of the Ant-Man.

And with my breakthrough
shrinking inorganic material,

I thought, could it be possible
to shrink a person?

Could that be done?

Well,
it's not a legend anymore.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Distinguished guests,

I am proud to present
the end of warfare as we know it.

The Yellowjacket!

(WHIRRING)

Oh, no.

The Yellowjacket
is an all-purpose weapon of war

capable of altering
the size of the wearer

for the ultimate
combat advantage.

MAN: We live in an era

in which the weapons
we use to protect ourselves

are undermined
by constant surveillance.

It's time to
return to a simpler age.

One where the powers of freedom
can once again operate openly

to protect their interests.

An all-purpose
peace-keeping vessel,

the Yellowjacket
can manage any conflict

on the geopolitical landscape

completely unseen.

Efficient in both preventative
measures and tactical assault.

Practical applications
include surveillance,

industrial sabotage,

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

and the elimination of obstructions
on the road to peace.

A single Yellowjacket

offers the user
unlimited influence

to carry out protective actions.

And, one day soon,
an army of Yellowjackets

will create
a sustainable environment

of well-being
around the world.

The Yellowjacket.

So, it's a suit?

(PEOPLE
MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)

Don't be crude, Frank.

It's not a suit,
it's a vessel.

What's the matter?
You're not impressed?

No, I'm impressed.
I'm also concerned.

Imagine what our enemies
could do with this tech.

We should have a longer
conversation about that, Frank.

I really value your opinion.

Thank you for coming. Hope?

Thank you very much, everybody.
I will escort you out now.

Thank you.

You seem a bit shocked.

Darren, there's a reason
that I buried these secrets.

(SOFTLY) So you
finally admit it!

We could have done this together, Hank.
But you ruined that.

That's why you're the past
and I'm the future.

Don't do this.

MITCHELL: Dr. Cross?

You sell to me first,
20% over your asking price,

I can have the cash
here in two weeks.

DARREN: Deal.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

HOPE: We have to
make our move, Hank.

How close is he?

He still can't
shrink a live subject.

Just give me the suit and let me
finish this once and for all.

No.

I have Cross' complete trust.

It's too dangerous.

We don't have a choice.

Well,
that's not entirely true.

I think I found a guy.

Who?

(MERRY MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHILDREN SHRIEKING)

Daddy!

Peanut! Oh!

Happy birthday!

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I didn't know
what time your party started.

It was on the invitation.

He didn't get an invitation.

But he came anyway!

Well, I'm not gonna miss
my little girl's birthday party.

I'm gonna go tell
Mommy you're here.

Oh, you don't...

What are you doing here, Lang?

You haven't paid
a dime of child support.

You know, right now, if I wanted to,
I could arrest you.

It's good to see
you too, Paxton.

Mommy's so happy you're here,
she choked on her drink.

(CASSIE GIGGLES)

Hey, look what I have for you.

Can I open it now?

Of course, sweetheart.
It's your birthday.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You're my bestest friend.

(SOFTLY) What is that thing?

He's so ugly!

I love him!

Can I go show my friends?

Of course, sweetheart.
Go ahead.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You're my bestest friend.

Look, the child support
is coming, all right?

It's just hard finding a job
when you have a record.

I'm sure you'll figure it out.
But for now, I want you out of my house.

- No way! It's my daughter's birthday.
- It's my house!

- So what? It's my kid!
- MAGGIE: Scott!

You can't just show up here.
You know that. Come on.

It's a birthday party.

Yeah, I know,
but you can't just show up.

She's my daughter.

You don't know the first thing
about being a father.

Maggie,
I tell you this as a friend,

and as the first
love of my life.

Your fiance is an asshat.

He's not an asshat.

Hey, watch your language.
Okay?

What language? I said "hat."

MAGGIE: Stop it.

Really, Maggie? That guy?

Come on! You could marry
anyone you want,

and you have to
get engaged to a cop?

At least he's not a crook.

I'm trying, okay?
I've changed. I'm straight.

I had a job and...

I wanna provide.

I had a lot of time to think about it
and I love her.

So much.

I've missed so much time
and I wanna be a part of her life.

What do I do?

Get an apartment,

get a job, pay child support.

And then we will talk about visitation,
I promise.

You're her hero, Scott.

Just be the person
that she already thinks you are.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(HONKING MUSICAL CAR HORN)

(GIGGLES)

(FLUSHING)

I'm sorry you have such deep concerns
about the Yellowjacket, Frank.

Yeah. Well, uh...

Unfortunately,
we can't just do whatever we want.

It'd be nice though, right?

(CHUCKLES)

But there are laws.

What laws? Of man?

The laws of nature
transcend the laws of man.

And I've transcended
the laws of nature.

Darren, I don't
think you understand...

Hmm.

We still haven't
worked out all the bugs.

Goodbye, Frank.

Thank you.

You know, I've been thinking a lot
about gratitude lately.

And today,
during my morning meditation,

an interesting
thought occurred to me,

and I think it
might apply to you, too.

How's that?

Gratitude can be forgiveness.

I've spent years carrying around
my anger for Hank Pym.

I devoted my genius to him.

I could have worked anywhere.

I chose my mentor poorly.

You didn't even have a choice.

He never believed in you.

It's a shame
what we had to do,

but he forced us
to do it, didn't he?

But we shouldn't be angry,
we should be grateful.

Because his
failures as a mentor,

as a father,

forced us to spread our wings.

You're a success, Darren.

You deserve everything
coming your way.

Ooh.

Stop cheating.

LUIS: Hey, what's up, hotshot?

DAVE:
Maybe he didn't hear you.

How was the party?

Tell me about that tip.

What?

I wanna know about that tip.

Oh, baby, it's on!
It's so on, right now.

Calm down, all right?
I just need to know where it came from.

It's gotta be airtight.

Okay.

I was at a wine tasting
with my cousin Ernesto.

Which was mainly reds,
and you know I don't like reds, man.

But there was a rose that saved the day.
It was delightful.

And then he tells
me about this girl,

Emily,
that we used to kick it with.

It was actually the first pair of boobs
I ever touched.

It's the wrong details.

It has nothing to
do with the story.

Go.

LUIS: So,
uh, he tells me that she's

working as
a housekeeper now, right?

And she's dating
this dude, Carlos,

who's a shot caller
from across the bay.

And she tells him about the dude
that she's cleaning for.

Right? That he's
like this big-shot CEO

that is all retired now,
but he's loaded.

And so, Carlos and Ernesto
are on the same softball team,

and they get to talking,
right?

And here comes the good part.
Carlos says, "Yo, man.

"This guy's got
a big-ass safe just

"sitting in the basement,
just chilling."

Of course Ernesto
comes to me because

he knows I got
mad thieving skills.

Of course, I ask him...

"Did Emily tell
Carlos to tell you

"to get to me what
kind of safe it was?"

And he says, "Nah, dawg.

"All she said is
that it's super-legit

"and whatever's in it,
it's gotta be good."

What?

Old man have safe.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

And he's gone for a week.

All right.
There's an old man,
he's got a safe,

and he's gone for a week.

Let's just work with that.

You know what I'm saying?

(SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING)

Landline's cut,
cell signal's jammed.

No one will be making
for distress call tonight.

Comm check.

- SCOTT: Check.
- DAVE: Check.

Hey, if the job goes bad,
you know I got your back, right?

Don't worry.

It's not gonna happen.

(CHUCKLES)
I love it when he gets cocky.

Damn!

(BEEPS)

Alarm is dead.

Nice.

SCOTT: All right,
I'm moving through the house.

There's a fingerprint
lock on the door.

It's got what?
Ernesto didn't tell me nothing about that.

Aw, man, are we screwed?

Not necessarily.

(CLICKING AND BEEPING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

I'm in.

No alarms have been triggered.
He's in like the Flynn.

SCOTT: (SIGHS) Oh, man.

LUIS: What is it?

Well, they weren't kidding.
This safe is serious.

LUIS: How serious
are we talking, Scotty?

It's a Carbondale.

It's from 1910.

Made from the same
steel as the Titanic.

Wow.

Can you crack it?

SCOTT: Well, here's the thing.
It doesn't do so well in the cold.

Remember what that iceberg did?

Yeah, man. It killed DiCaprio.

Killed everybody.

Did not kill the old lady.

She still throw
the jewel into the oceans.

(WHIRRING)

(GAS HISSING)

LUIS: What are you doing?

I poured water in the locking mechanism
and froze it with nitrogen.

Ice expands. Metal doesn't.

- LUIS: What are you doing now?
- Waiting.

(METAL STRAINING)

Waiting.

Nice.

LUIS: What is it?
Cash? Jewels?

- There's nothing here.
- What did you say?

It's a suit.

What?

It's an old motorcycle suit.

There's no cash,
no jewelry, nothing?

No.

It's a bust.

I'm really sorry, Scotty.

I know you needed to score.

(FAINT BEEPING)

(BLEATING)

I thought we were using mice.

What's the difference?

Commence Experiment 34-C.
Organic atomic reduction.

- (BLEATING CONTINUES)
- Darren, maybe we should think...

Shrinking organic tissue
is the centerpiece of this technology.

I can't go to the buyers
with half a breakthrough.

(WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

Experiment 34-C results,

negative.

Sanitize the work station.
Bring in subject 35-C.

(SCOFFS)

SCOTT:
Why would you lock this up?

This is so weird.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

LUIS: Scotty, what's up, man?

SCOTT: I wonder...
What is this?

(SCREAMING)

(METAL CLANGS LOUDLY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

HANK: The world
sure seems different

from down here,
doesn't it, Scott?

SCOTT: What? Who said that?

(LOUD FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

SCOTT:
(FAINTLY) Luis, down here!

HANK: It's a trial by fire, Scott.
Or, in this case,

water.

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

HANK: Guess you're tougher
than you thought.

(PANTS UNZIPPING)

SCOTT:
Oh, I don't want to see this!

Luis!

(SCREAMING)

Son of a...

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(SNIFFING)

(SHRIEKS)

(SCOTT GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(CAR ROOF CLANGS)

(THUDDING)

What the hell?

HANK:
Not bad for a test drive.

Keep the suit.
I'll be in touch.

No! No! No, thank you!

(SIRENS BLARE)

POLICEMAN:
Get down on the ground!

You are under arrest!

No, I didn't steal anything!
I was returning something I stole.

Oh...

POLICEMAN: Don't move.

PAXTON: You know,
you almost had us convinced

that you were
gonna change your ways.

They were really
rooting for you.

It's gonna break their hearts.

You got a visitor.

Who?

Your lawyer.

My lawyer?

HANK: I told you I'd
be in touch, Scott.

I'm starting to think that
you prefer the inside of a jail cell.

Oh, man.

HANK: Sit down.

Sir,
I'm sorry I stole the suit.

I don't even wanna know
why you have it.

Maggie was right about you.

How do you know about...

No wonder she's trying
to keep you away from Cassie.

The moment things get hard,

you turn right back to crime.

The way I see it,
you have a choice.

You can either spend
the rest of your life in prison,

or go back to your cell

and await further instructions.

I don't understand.

No, I don't expect you to.

But you don't have many options
right now, and quite frankly,

neither do I.

Why do you think I let you
steal that suit in the first place?

What?

(INAUDIBLE)

Second chances
don't come around all that much.

So, next time you think
you might see one,

I suggest you take
a real close look at it.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You're my bestest friend!

MAGGIE: Are you sure you
don't want a different toy?

No, I love this one.

Okay. Well,
get some sleep. I love you.

- Mommy?
- Hmm?

Is Daddy a bad man?

I heard some
grownups say he's bad.

No.

Daddy just gets
confused sometimes, you know?

(FLY BUZZING)

(SUIT ZAPS)

(DOOR BUZZING OPEN)

HANK: Smart choice.
You actually listened, for once.

Under the door.

(PANTING)

(ALARM RINGING)

Okay, where to now?

- HANK: Hang tight.
- Oh, God.

What, what?

Where the hell did he go?

I have no idea.
He just vanished.

Set up a five-block perimeter.
Now!

SCOTT: Get back! Get back!

HANK: Scott,
these are my associates.

SCOTT:
Is that a camera on an ant?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Where's the car?

HANK: No car. We've got wings.

Incoming!

Put your foot on the central
node and mount the thorax.

- How safe is...
- Just get on the damn ant, Scott!

(SIRENS BLARING)

SCOTT:
Why am I on a police car?

Shouldn't I not
be on a police car?

HANK:
So they can give you a lift

past their
five-block perimeter.

SCOTT: All right.

- Now, what's the next move?
- Hang on tight.

SCOTT: Oh, this is easy!
I'm getting the hang of this.

Yank up to go up.
It's like a horse.

HANK: You're
throwing 247 off balance.

Wait, his name is 247?

He doesn't have a name,
he has a number, Scott.

Do you have any idea
how many ants there are?

- (CAR HONKING)
- SCOTT: Whoa!

HANK: Maybe it's...
Maybe it's 248.

SCOTT: No, no!
Vertigo, vertigo!

HANK: No, I think it's 247.

Wait.

HANK: Hang on tight!

SCOTT: I think
I'm getting the hang of this.

HANK: I am controlling 247.
He is not listening to you.

SCOTT: What?

- Can I make one little request?
- No.

(BUZZING)

SCOTT: Stop, 247!
Time out, time out.

Time out.

All right, hold on.

Just wait! Whoa!

What happens
if I throw up in this helmet?

HANK: It's my helmet, Scott.
You do not throw up.

SCOTT: Let's set
her down, all right?

I'm getting light-headed.

Hang on, Scott.

I'm getting a little light...

I need a snooze button.

Hit me in 5 minutes.

(FAINT TAPPING)

(GASPS)

Hello.

Who are you?

Have you been standing there,
watching me sleep, this whole time?

Yes.

Why?

Because the last time you were here,
you stole something.

Oh. Oh.

Hey, look...

Whoa!

HOPE: Paraponera clavata.

Giant tropical bullet ants,

ranked highest
on the Schmidt pain index.

They're here to
keep an eye on you when I can't.

Dr. Pym's waiting
for you downstairs.

Who?

(GROANS)

Hey!

Um... Whose pajamas are these?

How am I supposed to do this?

All right,
just one step at a time.

Ugh!

You don't bite me,
I don't step on you. Deal?

HOPE:
I could take down the servers

and Cross
wouldn't even know it.

We don't need this guy.

I assume that you've already
met my daughter, Hope.

I did. She's great.

She doesn't think
that we need you.

We don't.
We can do this ourselves.

I go to all this effort
to let you steal my suit,

and then Hope
has you arrested.

Okay, we can try this and when he fails,
I'll do it myself.

She's a little bit anxious.

It has to do with this job,

which, judging by the fact
that you're sitting opposite me,

I take it that
you're interested in.

What job?

Would you like some tea?

Uh... Sure.

I was very impressed with

how you managed to get
past my security system.

Freezing that metal
was particularly clever.

Were you watching me?

Scott, I've been
watching you for a while.

Ever since you
robbed Vista Corp.

Oh! Excuse me.

"Burgled" Vista Corp.

Vista's security
system was one of

the most advanced
in the business.

It was supposed
to be unbeatable.

But you beat it.

Would you like some sugar?

Yeah, thanks.

You know what? I'm okay.

How do you make them do that?

Ants can lift objects
50 times their weight.

They build, farm,
they cooperate with each other.

Right. But how do you
make them do that?

I use electromagnetic waves
to stimulate their olfactory nerve center.

I speak to them.

I can go anywhere,
hear anything,

and see everything.

And still know
absolutely nothing.

I'm late to meet Cross.

(BREATHING HARD)

Uh... Dr. Pym?

You don't need to
raise your hand, Scott.

Sorry,
I just have one question.

Who are you, who is she,
what the hell's going on,

and can I go back to jail now?

Come with me.

40 years ago,
I created a formula

that altered atomic
relative distance.

SCOTT: Huh?

I learned how to change
the distance between atoms.

That's what powers the suit.

That's why it works.

SCOTT: Wow.

(MACHINERY POWERING UP)

- Whoa!
- But it was dangerous.

It was too dangerous.

So I hid it from the world.

And that's when I switched gears
and I started my own company.

Pym Tech.

Yes.

I took on a young protege
called Darren Cross.

SCOTT: Darren Cross.

He's a big deal.

But before he was a big deal,
he was my assistant.

I thought I saw something in him.
The son I never had, perhaps.

He was brilliant,
but as we became close,

he began to suspect
that I wasn't telling him everything.

He heard rumors about
what was called the Pym Particle,

and he became obsessed
with recreating my formula.

But I wouldn't help him.

So he conspired against me and
he voted me out of my own company.

How could he do that?

The board's chairman
is my daughter, Hope.

She was the deciding vote.

But she came back to me

when she saw how close
Cross was to cracking my formula.

The process is highly volatile.

If one isn't protected
by a specialized helmet,

it can affect
the brain's chemistry.

I don't think
Darren realizes this,

and, you know, he's not
the most stable guy to begin with.

So, what do you want from me?

Scott, I believe that everyone deserves
a shot at redemption.

Do you?

I do.

If you can help me,

I promise I can help you be
with your daughter again.

Now, are you ready
to redeem yourself?

Absolutely.

My days of breaking into places
and stealing shit are done.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to break into a place
and steal some shit.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Are you gonna be home
for dinner tonight?

Uh, yeah.
I'll pick something up.
Text me.

Okay. Good news?

Uh... I don't know. It's news.

Are you trying
to find my daddy?

Yeah, I am, sweetheart.

I just want your
daddy to be safe.

Hope you don't catch him.

(BLEATING)

(BLEATING CONTINUES)

This isn't
the first time these guys

have tried to get their hands
on game-changing weaponry.

That's Mitchell Carson,
Ex-Head of Defense at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Presently in the business
of toppling governments.

He always wanted my tech.

And now, unless we break in
and steal the Yellowjacket

and destroy all the data,

Darren Cross is gonna unleash chaos
upon the world.

I think our first move should be
calling the Avengers.

(HANK SCOFFS)

I spent half my life

trying to keep this technology
out of the hands of a Stark.

I'm sure as hell not gonna
hand-deliver it to one now.

This is not some cute technology
like the Iron Man suit.

This could change
the texture of reality.

Besides,
they're probably too busy

dropping cities
out of the sky.

Okay, then why don't you
just send the ants?

Scott, they are ants.

Ants, they can do a lot of things,
but they still need a leader.

Somebody that could
infiltrate a place

that's designed to
prevent infiltration.

Hank, I'm a thief, all right?
I mean,

I'm a good thief,
but this is insane.

He's right, Hank.
And you know it.

You've seen the footage,
you know what Cross is capable of.

I was against using him
when we had months,

and now we have days.

I'm wearing the suit.

Absolutely not!

I know the facility inside and out.
I know how Cross thinks.

I know this mission
better than anybody here.

We need you close to Cross.
Otherwise, this mission cannot work.

We don't have
time to screw around!

Hope, please
listen to me...

He is a criminal!
I'm your daughter.

- (SLAMS TABLE)
- No!

(SIGHS)

(SIGHING)

She's right, Hank.

I'm not your guy.

Why don't you wear the suit?

(SIGHING)

You think I don't want to?

I can't.

I spent years wearing it,

and it took a toll on me.

(SIGHS)

You're our only option.

Before Hope lost her mother,

she used to look at me like
I was the greatest man in the world.

And now she looks at me
and there's just disappointment.

It's too late for me,

but not for you.

This is your chance.

The chance to earn that look
in your daughter's eyes.

To become the hero
that she already thinks you are.

It's not about
saving our world.

It's about saving theirs.

Damn. That was a good speech.

Scott,

I need you to be the Ant-Man.

In the right hands,

the relationship
between man and suit is symbiotic.

The suit has power.
The man harnesses that power.

You need to be skillful,
agile, and above all,

you need to be fast.

You should be able
to shrink and grow

on a dime.

So your size
always suits your needs.

Now dive through the keyhole,
Scott.

You charge big, you dive small,
then you emerge big.

- (THUDDING)
- SCOTT: Ow!

- (THUDDING)
- Ahhh!

- (THUDDING)
- Ow!

Useless.

When you're small,
energy's compressed,

so you have the force
of a 200-pound man

behind a fist a 100th of an inch wide.
You're like a bullet.

You punch too hard, you kill someone.
Too soft, it's a love tap.

In other words,
you have to know how to punch.

I was in prison for three years.
I know how to punch.

Show me.

- Terrible.
- You wanna show me how to punch?

Show me...

(GROANS)

That's how you punch.

She's been
looking forward to this.

No kidding.

Hope trained in martial arts
at a difficult time.

Oh, by "difficult time,"
he means when my mother died.

We lost her in a plane crash.

It's bad enough
you won't tell me how she died.

Could you please stop
telling me that lie?

We're working, here.

All right, princess.
Let's get back to work.

Were you going for the hand?

You know, I think this regulator
is holding me back.

Do not screw
with the regulator.

If that
regulator is compromised,

you would go subatomic.

What does that mean?

It means that you would enter
a quantum realm.

What does that mean?

It means that you
would enter a reality

where all concepts
of time and space

become irrelevant

as you shrink
for all eternity.

Everything that you know

and love,

gone forever.

Cool.
Yeah, if it ain't broke...

You've learned about the suit,

but you've yet to learn
about your greatest allies,

the ants.

Loyal, brave,

and your partners on this job.

HOPE: Paratrechina longicornis.
Commonly known as crazy ants.

They're lightning fast
and can conduct electricity,

which makes them useful
to fry out enemy electronics.

You're not so crazy.

(SQUEAKS)

Hey!

(CHUCKLING) You're cute.

(SCREAMING)

That was a lot
scarier a second ago.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

It looks like the Futures Lab
has its own isolated power supply.

HOPE: There's a security
guard posted around the clock.

We'll need you to take him out
to deactivate the security systems.

SCOTT: Okay, who's next?

HOPE: Paraponera clavata.

SCOTT: I know.
Bullet ants, right?

Number 1 on
the Schmidt pain index?

Hey, guys.
Remember me from the bedroom?

(YELLS)

HOPE: The Yellowjacket pod
is hermetically sealed,

and the only
access point is a tube

we estimate to be about
5 millimeters in diameter.

Why do I have a sick feeling
in my stomach?

HOPE: The tube is protected
by a laser grid,

and we can only
power that down for 15 seconds.

You're gonna need to signal
the crazy ants to blow the servers,

retrieve the suit,
and exit the vaults

before
the backup power comes on.

HOPE:
Camponotus pennsylvanicus.

Alternatively known
as a carpenter ant.

Ideal for ground
and air transport.

Wait a minute,
I know this guy.

I'm gonna call
him "Ant-thony."

That's good. That's very good.

Because this time,
you're really gonna

have to learn
how to control him.

Tell them to put
the sugar in the teacup.

(GRUNTING)

Aw! You okay? Did I hurt...

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

Hank wants you outside
for target practice.

HANK: The suit has no weapons,
so I made you these discs.

Red shrinks.

Blue enlarges.

HOPE: Solenopsis mandibularis.

HANK: Known for their bite,

the fire ants have evolved
into remarkable architects.

They are handy to
get you in and out of difficult places.

You can do it, Scott. Come on.

(HUFFS) They're
not listening to me.

You have to commit.
You have to mean it.

No shortcuts, no lies.

(SIGHS) Throwing
insults into the mix

will not do
anyone any good, Hope.

We don't have time for coddling.

Our focus should
be on helping Scott!

Really?

Is that where our
focus should be?

(METAL TINKLING)

Hope!

I don't know why I came to you
in the first place.

(DOOR CLOSES)

We can't do this without her.

Oh, God.

You gotta lock your doors.

I mean, really, there's some weird folks
in this neighborhood.

Do you think this is a joke?

Do you have any idea what
he's asking you to risk?

You have a daughter.

I'm doing this for her.

You know, when my mother died,
I didn't see him for two weeks.

He was in grief.

Yeah,
so was I, and I was seven.

And he never came back.
Not in any way that counted.

He just sent me off
to boarding school.

You know, I thought,

with all that's at stake,

just maybe we might have
a chance of making peace.

But, even now,
he still wants to shut me out.

He doesn't wanna shut you out.
He trusts you.

Then why are you here?

It proves that he loves you.

Hope. Look at me.

I'm expendable.

That's why I'm here.

You must have
realized that by now.

I mean, it's why I'm in the suit
and you're not.

He would rather
lose this fight than lose you.

Anyway...

You know, I didn't know
you had a daughter

when I called the cops on you.

What's her name?

Cassie.

It's a pretty name.

You have to clear
your mind, Scott.

You have to make
your thoughts precise.

That's how it works.

Think about Cassie.

About how badly you want to see her.
And use that to focus.

Open your eyes

and just think about
what you want the ants to do.

That's good!

Your mother convinced me

to let her join
me on my missions.

They called her the Wasp.

She was born to it.

And there's not
a day that goes by

that I don't
regret having said yes.

It was 1987.

Separatists had hijacked
a Soviet missile silo in Kursk

and launched an ICBM
at the United States.

The only way to
the internal mechanics

was through solid titanium.

I knew I had to shrink between
the molecules to disarm the missile.

But my regulator had sustained
too much damage.

Your mother,

she didn't hesitate.

Janet! No!

She turned off her regulator

and went subatomic

to deactivate the bomb.

And she was gone.

Your mom died a hero.

And I spent the next 10 years

trying to learn all I could
about the quantum realm.

You were trying
to bring her back.

But all I learned
was we know nothing.

It's not your fault.

She made her choice.

(VOICE BREAKING)
But why didn't you tell me that sooner?

I was trying to protect you.

I lost your mother.

I didn't mean
to lose you, too.

I'm sorry.

This is awesome.

It's awesome, you know?

You guys are breaking down walls,
you're healing.

It's important.

I ruined the moment, didn't I?

Yes, you did. Yes.

I'm going to make some tea.

Nailed it!

That's a good boy, Ant-thony.

HANK: The final phase of your training
will be a stealth incursion.

SCOTT: It's freezing!

You couldn't make a suit
with a flannel lining?

You must retrieve this prototype
of a signal decoy.

It's a device that I invented
during my S.H.I.E.L.D. days.

HOPE: We need it to counteract
the transmission blockers

that Cross installed
in the Futures vault.

It's currently collecting dust

in one of Howard Stark's old
storage facilities in upstate New York.

Should be a piece of cake.

You're over the target area.

Disengage now, Scott!

Squadron A, go!

B, go!

C, go!

All right, Ant-thony,
please don't drop me this time.

Oh, it feels like a big leap
from sugar cubes to this!

Stay calm.

SCOTT: Guys?
We might have a problem.

Hank, didn't you say
this was some old warehouse?

It's not!

You son of a bitch!

- Scott, get out of there.
- Abort!

Abort now!

No, it's okay. It doesn't look
like anyone's home.

Ant-thony, get me to the roof!

He's gonna lose the suit.

He's gonna lose his life.

(GRUNTS)

All right, I'm on the roof
of the target building.

Somebody's home, Scott.

MAN: What's going on
down there, Sam?

SCOTT: It's the Falcon!

I had a sensor trip
but I'm not seeing anything.

Wait a second.

HANK: Abort, Scott! Abort now!

It's okay. He can't see me.

I can see you.

He can see me.

Hi. I'm Scott.

Did he just say,
"Hi, I'm Scott"?

What are you doing here?

First off, I'm a big fan.

Appreciate it.
So, who the hell are you?

I'm Ant-Man.

"Ant-Man"?

What? You haven't heard of me?

No, you wouldn't
have heard of me.

You wanna tell
me what you want?

I was hoping I could grab
a piece of technology.

Just for a few days.
I'm gonna return it.

I need it to save the world.
You know how that is.

I know exactly how that is.

Located the breach.

- Bringing him in.
- Sorry about this!

What the hell are you doing?

FALCON:
Breach is an adult male,

who has some sort
of shrinking tech.

SCOTT: Sorry!

Look, I'm sorry about this.
Sorry.

That's enough!

(GROANING)

Ant-thony! A little help!

I've lost visual.

(GRUNTING)

He's inside my pack!

Sorry!

You seem like
a really great guy.

(GRUNTING)

It's really important to me
that Cap never finds out about this.

That was completely irresponsible
and dangerous!

You jeopardized everything!

You got it.

Well done.

SCOTT: Wait a minute.

Did you just compliment me?

He did, didn't he?

Kind of sounded like he did.

(BEEPING SOFTLY)

I was good, wasn't I?

(SCOFFS)

Hey, how about the fact that
I fought an Avenger and didn't die?

Let us not dwell on the past.

We gotta finish our planning.

HOPE: Don't mind him.

You did good.

Darren.

How the hell did
you get in here?

You left
the front door open, Hank.

It's official.

You're old.

The plans.

He will kill him.

Well, to what do I
owe this pleasure?

I have good news.

Really?

What's that?

Pym Tech,
the company you created,

is about to
become one of the most

profitable
operations in the world.

We're anticipating $15 billion in sales,
tomorrow alone.

You're welcome.

I know this is odd,
but I'd like you to be there.

This is my moment.
I want you to see it.

Sure, Darren. Yeah, sure.

I'll be there.

What did you see in me?

I don't know what you mean.

All those years ago,
you picked me.

What did you see?

I saw myself.

Then why did you push me away?

Because I saw
too much of myself.

HOPE: He knows.
He's baiting you.

We have to call it off.

We're all taking risks.

What if he saw me here?

He didn't. There's no way.

How do you know that?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Darren, hi.

Hope, where are you right now?

I'm at home. Why?

I just saw Hank.

I still get nothing
but contempt from him.

Don't let him rile you up.
He's just a senile old man.

We need to start
everyone working around the clock.

Get the assembly
line up and running.

And I'm tripling security.

Full sensors at all entrances

and exterior air vents
fitted with steel micro-mesh.

Great. Good idea.

Thank you, Hope.
I'm so lucky to have you on my team.

He's tripling security.
He's lost his mind, and he's onto you.

But he is not onto you.

He's adding full body scanners
to all entrances

and closing exterior vents.

How are we gonna
get Scott inside?

The water main.

You can't add
security to a water main.

The pressure is too strong,
but if we can decrease it,

that's how I get in.

Somebody would have to reach
the building's control center

to change the water pressure.

Hank and I will
be beside Cross.

How are we
supposed to do that?

So we expand our team.

What do we need?

A fake security
guard on the inside

to de-pressurize
the water system,

somebody else to hack in
to the power supply

and kill the laser grid,

and a getaway guy.

No, no. No, no, no.
Not those three wombats.
No way.

LUIS: Thank you for
the coffee, ma'am.

It's not too often that you rob a place
and then get welcomed back.

(CHUCKLES)
Because we just robbed you.

You know that he was arrested
for stealing a smoothie machine, right?

Two smoothie machines.

Are you sure they
can handle this?

Oh, we can handle it.
We're professionals.

You'll forgive us if we're not
instilled with confidence.

Well, hey, everybody just kick back
and relax a little bit, man.

We know our business.

We broke into this
spooky-ass house, didn't we?

I let you.

Well, one could say
that I let you let me.

Look, it's okay.
They can handle this.

Yeah, we can handle it.

- SCOTT: You got their credentials?
- He's in the system.

I'm in the system?

You're in the system.

The system?

Yeah, we're doomed.

SCOTT: All right.

There's something
you guys need to see.

When you get to this corner,

there's gonna be three offices
on your left side.

DAVE: Damn!

Whoa! That's so cool, bro!

Now, look,
this is gonna get weird, all right?

It's pretty freaky,
but it's safe.

There's no
reason to be scared.

Oh, no, no.
Daddy don't get scared.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Good.

(GASPS)

This is the work of gypsies.

DAVE: (STAMMERING)
That's witchcraft.

Wow, that's amazing.

That's like some
David Copperfield shit.

DAVE:
That's some kind of wizardry.

KURT: This is sorcery!

How'd you do that, bro?

SCOTT: Don't freak out.
Look at your shoulder.

Ahhh!

Get off! Get off!

SCOTT: Wait, I thought
Daddy didn't get scared!

(SNORING)

I gave them each half a Xanax

and Hank explained the science
of the suit to them.

They fell right asleep.

Hey, look,
I wanna thank you for...

No, please don't.

We're all doing
this for reasons

much bigger
than any one of us.

I'm just glad
that you might have

a slight chance of
maybe pulling this off.

Hey, thank you, you know,
for that pep talk.

You know, the honest truth is,
I actually went from despising you

to almost liking you.

You really
should write poetry.

(CHUCKLES)

Get some sleep, Scott.

(SOFT WHIRRING)

All right,
just so we're clear,

everyone here knows
their role, right?

- Dave?
- Wheels on the ground.

- Kurt?
- Eyes in the sky.

- Luis?
- Oh, man, you know it.

You know what?
I get to wear a uniform.

- That's what's up.
- Luis.

I'm sorry. I'm good. I'm good.
I'm just excited.

Plus,
your girlfriend's really hot.

So, you know,
that makes me nervous, too.

And you are very beautiful,
ma'am.

- Oh, my Lord.
- She's not my...

You know what?
I was thinking of

a tactic,
like when I go undercover.

Like a whistling. You know what I'm saying?
To like, blend in.

No.
Don't whistle. No whistling.

It's not The Andy Griffith Show.
No whistling.

All clear in Sector One.

GUARD: Step out.

All clear.

We're set.

Wish me luck.

Utilities online.

(WHISTLING IT'S A SMALL WORLD)

Hey! What are you doing?

Uh... Boss-man said to secure the area,
so I'm securing it.

I'm the boss.

- Oh.
- Utilities 1.3...

(WATER FLOWING)

(BEEPING)

KURT: Water level is dropping!

(YELPS)

KURT:
Coming up on extraction pipe.

SCOTT: All right, I see it.

All right, come on,
I gotta get up there.

That's it.
That's it, guys! Yes!

Yes! You got it!
You got it! Come on!

(TAPPING)

All right,
let's fly, Ant-thony.

(CHITTERING)

The Ant-Man is
in the building.

DAVE: Pym's pulling up.
Right on time.

Got a Crown Vic
right outside there.

This is problem?

DAVE: Considering the Crown Vic's
the most commonly used car

for undercover cops, man,

yes, this is problem.

That's Pym.

DAVE: Oh, no.

SCOTT: I'm
deploying the bullet ants.

Papanera Claire
de Merna Merna...

I don't remember what it's called,
but I feel bad for this guy.

- What's up, man?
- Hey.

Ow! Ow!

See? That's what
I'm talking about.

That's what I call
an unfortunate casualty

in a very serious operation.

KURT: Signal decoy in place.

Mean,
pretty lady did good, Scott.

DAVE: (SCOFFS)
Looks like Pym's getting arrested.

Scott, we have problem.

SCOTT: Problem?
What's the problem?

Dave! Dave,
that's not part of plan!

Listen to me.

If I don't get into this building,
people will die.

That's awfully dramatic.

(SIREN BLARING)

Are you kidding me?

- (TIRES SQUEALING)
- (DAVE LAUGHING)

Problem solved.

Well...

How do I look?

There he is.

Just in time. Come on.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
12-point verification.

Little over-the-top,
don't you think, Darren?

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
Confirming authorization level.

Well,
you can never be too safe.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
Access granted.

HANK:
Gotta hand it to you, Darren.

You really did it.

And you only know
the half of it, Hank.

(AUTOMATIC LOCKS CLICKING)

Arriving in second position.

All right, top speed,
Ant-thony. Let's go!

Proceeding to command position.

I'll be right back, Ant-thony.

All right, guys.
I'm in position.

I'm gonna signal the ants.

PAXTON: No, no, no, no, no!

(GRUNTS)

DAVE: Did you see that?

(LAUGHING)

(MUSICAL CAR HORN HONKING)

Assume formation.

All right,
you cute little crazies,

let's fry these servers!

(POWERING DOWN)

(GRUNTS)

Let's go get 'em, buddy!

(WHOOPING)

KURT: Servers are fried.

Data backup completely erased.

SCOTT:
Heading to the particle chamber.

Hello, Dr. Cross.

My associates have agreed
to your terms.

Wonderful.

Mr. Carson introduced me
to these fine gentlemen here.

They're
representatives of Hydra.

They're not what they were.

They're doing some
interesting work.

(CHUCKLING) And
I'm enjoying myself.

You tried to hide
your technology from me.

And now it's gonna
blow up in your face.

(GRUNTS)

Wow.

Wow! I mean, I saw that punch coming
a mile away,

but I just figured it'd
be all pathetic and weak.

Well, you figured wrong.

PAXTON: I know this van.

Anybody home?

(BOTH SHUSHING)

All right, guys. I'm here.

I'm setting the charges.

Great job, guys.
I'll take it from here.

Good boy, Ant-thony.

Final position.

Guys, how we looking
on that laser grid?

- KURT: Almost.
- DAVE: No, you're not.

- I'm getting close!
- No, you're not.

- (BANGING ON DOOR)
- PAXTON: San Francisco P.D.!

Out of the van!

I know you're in there!

Make it go faster.

Dude, seriously.

(BANGING CONTINUES)

Ready to jump.
Do you read, Kurt?

So close.

- Okay, hold up! Wait a minute!
- Freeze!

There was a black guy
that looked exactly like me

who attacked us and put us
in the back of this disgusting van.

- Get out of the van!
- DAVE: Okay, I'm coming.

Take it easy!

KURT: No, I will not move!
Go now!

Wait!

What?
What do you mean, "Wait"?

Phew!

What? What?

DARREN: Hey, little guy.

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

I always suspected you had
a suit stored away somewhere.

Which begs the question,

who is the new Ant-Man?

Who is the man
that my beloved mentor

trusted even more than me?

Scott Lang.

A martyr

who took on the system
and paid the price,

losing his family
and his only daughter in the process.

Exactly your
kind of guy, Hank!

He escapes his jail cell
without leaving any clue as to how.

(BEEPS)

And then he
disappears magically,

despite having no
money to his name.

And now he brings
me the Ant-Man suit.

The only thing that
can rival my creation.

Darren, don't do this.

If you sell to these men,

it's gonna be chaos.

I already have.

And for twice the price,

thanks to you.

It's not easy to successfully infiltrate
an Avengers facility.

Thankfully, word travels fast.

I'll sell them
the Yellowjacket,

but I'm keeping
the particle to myself.

They don't run on diesel.

If you want the fuel,
you'll have to come to me.

What do you call the only man

who can arm the most
powerful weapon in the world?

The most powerful
man in the world.

You proud of me yet?

You can stop this, Darren.
It's not too late.

It's been too late
for a long time now.

Darren!

What are you doing?

He wasn't any more capable of
caring for you than he was for me.

This is not who you are.

It's the particles altering
your brain chemistry.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(SIGHS)

You're right. I have
to be the one to do it.

Here we go.

Drop your gun.

You know, I came to the house
the other night to kill him,

but you were there.

You're sick and I can help you.
Just put the gun down.

I wasn't ready
to kill you then,

but I think I am now!

Drop your gun now!

You picked
the wrong side, Hope.

(GROANS)

Dad!

(GROANING)

SCOTT: Hank, no.

No, Hank.

Hank?
Listen, you're gonna be okay.

- All right? You're gonna be just fine.
- (GUN COCKS)

Take the suit off, or I'll blow
your brains out and peel it off.

(GUN CLICKING)

(YELPING)

(ALARM BLARING)

We got a 10-33 at Pym Tech.

Request immediate backup!

DAVE: Go, go, go!

(GASPS)

Get me to the roof.

And radio ahead.

I want to make sure the helicopter
is ready to take off.

You two,

kill anything that
comes out of that vault!

Dad, can you move?

We need to get
him out of here.

Go get that suit.

Hey, Scotty.

Hey, did I save your life?

Scotty?

Scotty?

(PANTING)

Thank you, Luis.

- Are we the good guys?
- Yeah.

We're the good guys, right?

Yeah, we're the good guys.

Feels kinda weird, you know.

Yeah, but we're not done yet.

Get out of here
before this place blows!

(GROANS) Damn it! That guy.

Hey!
We're getting out of here!

(GROANING)

HOPE: The charges are set.

We've gotta find a way out of here.
And fast.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna die.

And neither are you.

It's not a keychain.

It's total chaos in here!
Multiple shots fired!

And there's a tank.

A little help!

I got it.

We need a doctor!

We've got him.

(MUSICAL CAR HORN HONKING)

Thank you.

Let's go!

(ANT-THONY SHRIEKING)

Ant-thony!

Go!

SCOTT:
You're gonna regret that.

Wait a minute!
Get out of that van!

- What?
- Get out of that van!

It's too loud, there's a tank.
I can't hear you!

Hey! Hey!

MAN: Are you crazy?
Put the gun down!

The windows!

Did you think you could
stop the future with a heist?

SCOTT:
It was never just a heist!

Put the gun down!

(SCREAMING)

Okay, I got him, I got him.
There he is! Go, go, go!

We gotta set her
down somewhere.

(YELLS)

DARREN:
I'm gonna disintegrate you!

SIRI: Playing Disintegration
by the Cure.

(SONG PLAYING LOUDLY)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

Call 911!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(CHITTERING)

(CRACKLING)

- SCOTT: It's okay.
- (ALL YELP)

Freeze! Put your hands up!
Get them up!

Scott?

Paxton,
you have to listen to me!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(SCREAMING)

Paxton, turn around!
Take me back!

I am taking you back.
To prison.

There's something in that backyard
that needs to be destroyed.

In the bug zapper. There...

(TIRES SCREECH)

You need to desist right now!
Your delusions are out of hand.

DISPATCH:
All units, we have a 2-36

in progress at
840 Winter Street.

- Cassie!
- That's my house.

(SIREN WAILING)

Don't be scared.

SCOTT: Paxton, let me help!

Don't move.

Let me help!

Maggie! What's going on?

He's got Cassie!

- Who's got Cassie, honey?
- That thing.

- PAXTON: Thing?
- MAGGIE: I don't know! I don't know!

(STRAINING)

Are you a monster?

Do I look like a monster?

I want my daddy!

I want your daddy, too.

(CASSIE SCREAMS)

There you are.

Daddy, is that you?

Hi, peanut.

Why don't you pick on
someone your own size?

DARREN: Now,
where did you go, little guy?

There you are.

(LAUGHING)

SCOTT: Not just me!

Damn it!

Go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

(YELPS)

(GRUNTS)

LUIS: Scotty needs us,
you know what I'm saying?

Ain't nothing gonna stop us.

Back it up.

Back it up, slow.

Yeah.

- Back it up.
- Yeah.

- Back it up.
- Okay.

(LUIS STAMMERING)

- We just back it up, okay?
- DAVE: That's it.

- LUIS: Back it up.
- That's right.

LUIS: Backin' up?

Yep, just backin' up.

LUIS: No, no. Just back it up.

You insult me, Scott.

Your very existence
is insulting to me.

You know, it'd be much easier to hit you
if you were bigger.

SCOTT: Yeah, I agree.

(GRUNTS)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

PAXTON: Cassie!

I'm gonna show you
just how insignificant you are.

Cassie! I'm coming!

(SCREAMING)

(ALL GASP)

That's
a messed-up looking dog.

I'm gonna destroy

- everything you love.
- (SCREAMING)

Freeze! S.F.P.D.

(GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

I can't break through.

DARREN:
It's titanium, you idiot!

- SCOTT: Get her out of here.
- Come on.

DARREN: Sorry, sweetheart.

You have to help Daddy
pay for his mistakes.

- You stay behind me, okay?
- Okay.

Stay behind me.

I'm gonna have to shrink
between the molecules to get in there.

Get away from us!

Daddy, help!

I love you, Cassie.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

Daddy, where are you?

(VOICE ECHOING)

HANK: You could go subatomic.

You could go subatomic.

Oh, no.

HANK:
You would enter a reality

where all concepts
of time and space...

All concepts of time and space
become irrelevant.

...all concepts of time and space
become irrelevant.

CASSIE: (VOICE DISTORTED)
Come back, Daddy!

HANK: (VOICE ECHOING)
...as you shrink for all eternity.

Everything that you know

and love,

gone forever.

CASSIE: Daddy, where are you?

(CASSIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Where are you?

Where are you?

- Daddy!
- Cassie.

Come back, Daddy!

HANK: Do not screw
with the regulator!

(WIND HOWLING)

Daddy!

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

So much.

(PAXTON CLEARS THROAT)

You know, there's
a big hole in the roof.

Sorry.

- GALE: Is she all right?
- Yeah, she's fine.

Mommy!

PAXTON:
She's fine, she's fine.

HANK: Scott, please.

You don't remember anything?

Hank. I don't.

There must be something else.

Well, I suppose the human mind

just can't
comprehend the experience,

but you made it.

You went in,

and you got out.

It's amazing.

Scott,

I'll walk you out.

Get some rest.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is it possible?

(GROANS)

When did this happen?

Nothing's happening.

Whoa. Hold on.
Something's kind of happening.

Well, if that's the case,

shoot me again.

Yeah. I don't know
what you were doing,

grabbing and
kissing me like that.

I'm a little surprised myself.

I have to get somewhere.
I'll see you later, Hank.

Really, Hope.

- Scott.
- Yeah?

- You're full of shit.
- Oh, yeah.

PAXTON: Scott,
I met with my captain today.

He wanted a report on the night
that you got out of jail.

Something happened
with the cameras.

Some circuits got fried.

But I told him that
you were processed correctly.

Really?

PAXTON: Well, yeah.

Can't be sending Cassie's dad
back to jail on a technical glitch, right?

Thank you, Paxton.

I'm blown away.

Thank you for everything
you do for Cassie.

Well, that's my pleasure.

But, no.
This one, I did for you.

- This is awkward.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

I mean, what do we even talk about
after all of that?

- Oh, I know.
- What?

I did my first
cartwheel today.

What?

Yeah. She has been
practicing all week.

But today was the magic day.

I recorded it on my phone.
Here.

SCOTT: No, that can't be Cassie.
That's not you.

- MAGGIE: Yeah, it is.
- CASSIE: Yeah, it is.

SCOTT: This is a professional gymnast.
There is no way that's you.

PAXTON: Yeah, that's her.

Good boy.

Sweetie, that's
pretty amazing, peanut.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Sorry.

It's work.

Yeah.

All right.

Here's the deal.
Just give me the facts.

Just the facts.
Only the facts.

Breathe.
Focus. Keep it simple.

No, no, no.
No doubt, no doubt. Okay.

So, I'm at this art museum
with my cousin Ignacio, right?

And there was this, like,
abstract expressionism exhibit.

But you know me, I'm more
like a Neo-Cubist kind of guy, right?

But there was this one Rothko
that was sublime, bro! Oh, my God!

Luis.

Okay, sorry. Sorry.

You know,
I just get excited and stuff.

But anyway, Ignacio tells me,

"Yo, I met this
crazy-fine writer chick

"at the Spot last night.
Like fine-fine.

"Like crazy-stupid fine."
And he

"goes up to
the bartender and goes,

"Look at the girl I'm with.
You know what I'm sayin'?

"She's
crazy-stupid fine, right?"

The bartender's all like,
"Yeah, crazy-stupid fine."

So this writer
chick tells Ignacio,

"Yo, I'm like a boss
in the world of guerrilla journalism,

"and I got mad connects
with the peeps behind the curtains,

"you know what I'm saying?"

Ignacio's like, "For real?"

And she's like,
"Yeah, you know what,

I can't tell you
who my contact is,

"because he works
with the Avengers."

Oh, no.

Yeah, and this dude sounds
like a badass, man.

Like,
he comes up to her and says,

"Yo, I'm looking for this dude
who's new on the scene,

"who's flashing
his fresh tack,

"who's got, like, bomb moves, right?
Who you got?"

And she's like,
"Well, we got everything

nowadays.
We got a guy who jumps.

"We got a guy who swings,
we got a guy who crawls up the walls.

"You gotta be more specific."

And he's like,
"I'm looking for a guy that shrinks."

And I'm, like, "Damn!"
I got all nervous

'cause I'd keep mad
secrets for you, bro.

So I asked Ignacio,

"Did the badass tell
the stupid-fine writer chick

"to tell you to tell me,
because I'm tight with Ant-Man,

"that he's looking for him?"

And? What'd he say?

He said, "Yes."

There's something
I want to show you.

I realized you
can't destroy power.

All you can do is make sure
that it's in the right hands.

This is an advanced prototype

that your mother and I
worked on together.

She never got to use it.

But now I realize that we were...
We were working on it for you.

Maybe it's time
we finished it.

It's about damn time.

FALCON: Hey, Cap!

This would have
been a lot easier a week ago.

- If we call Tony...
- He won't believe us.

Even if he did...

Who knows if the Accords
will let him help.

We're on our own.

Maybe not.

I know a guy.

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