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How you feelin' this mornin'?

Yeah, come over here, sweetheart.

Yeah, come to daddy.

Yeah, that's my girl.

It's okay, Maggie.

It's okay.

Yeah.

You just need to eat something, Maggie, that's all.

It's okay.

There we go.

Yeah.

Just take a little taste for daddy.

Come on.

She's dead.

Oh, no.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right, sweetheart.

It's all right.

Don't you worry.

Don't you worry.

Nina, where the hell's Dr. Burke?

He's on his way from the airport.

Well, let me know as soon as he gets here.

Yes, sir.

Send a deli in.

Okay, sir.

It's my girl.

Oh, my God.

Señor.

Pase la deli.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

What is this?

Is she not eating?

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, shit.

Damn, I guess she went to bed as well.

I will take it up later, sir.

Later?

Oh, give me Luke Walker in Alaska.

Yes, sir.

She's just not getting better.

Sir, Miss Emma.

Yeah, I know.

She's been driving me all morning now.

I don't need her today.

Is that understood?

Understood.

Yep.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?

That's my girl.

There goes your son.

There goes your daughter.

That's it.

I have Walker on me.

Hey, Luke.

Luke, how are you doing, pal?

All good, Mr. Rockwell.

What time is it over there in Alaska?

3 a.m., sir.

Is that right?

Are you just getting to bed or just getting up?

I'm just getting up, sir.

There's the answer.

How are we doing on the ramp up?

Mr. Rockwell, I read the memo you sent, sir.

I'm not sure I repeat those.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on.

You played throw and haul, didn't you?

Oh, double A, sir.

Oh, double A.

Well, still fucking impressive.

Thank you, sir.

I played ball in school.

Only game my granddaddy came to, I hit a home run.

Over the fence by 20.

In the car out on the way home, my granddaddy said, I don't give a shit about your home run, Digger.

Any grillie can get a home run.

Triples is what's impressive.

Triples requires hustle.

And hustle, Digger, is something that you sorely lack, you little lazy piece of shit.

I mean, damn.

Huh?

Hey, you hear what I'm saying?

Yes, sir.

See, I need you to do better, Luke.

All right?

I need you to do 20, 30% better.

Hey there, sweetheart.

How are you?

Hey, sir.

Yeah, no, I'm talking to my sweet Maggie.

Oh, sir.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Luke, I need some hustle now.

You've seen President Cox's X-rays.

And I shared that spectacularly confidential information with you.

One, because you're my guy.

Two, to impress upon you that we may only have a few more years to bank as much crude as humanly possible until they shut us down again.

Hey, did you hear what I just told you?

Oh, yes, sir.

Yeah.

Now, look, I've been working on Alaska and laying the groundwork for 16 years, son.

I cleared out everyone in every state.

Politicians, red team.

That's the most.

Oh, I don't think you're supposed to say that anymore, sir.

I need a million barrels a day, Luke.

Now, you're my guy.

Do not disappoint me.

Oh, I won't, sir.

Attaboy.

I know you won't.

No, sir.

Well, let's fucking go.

There is a Mr. Clarkson standing by on secure video calling from Greenland.

Who?

That's Sandy Clarkson.

He's the guy I've been telling you about, sir.

Yeah, I know who he is.

What the hell does he need now?

He says it's an emergency.

Hello?

Mr. Rockwell?

My name is Sandy Clarkson.

I'm the deputy regional head of environmental security for the drilling facility up here in 79 North.

Yeah, Sandy, Sandy.

I know where you're from.

How you been, buddy?

I didn't think you'd remember me, sir.

Of course I do.

Sandy Clarkson.

You're the man with the five-foot crack.

We spoke five months ago.

Two weeks ago, sir.

How's the weather up there in Greenland?

Looks damn cold.

Oh, surprisingly temperate for October.

Two degrees Celsius.

Oh, how do you speak Celsius, Sandy?

Sorry, sir.

35 degrees Fahrenheit.

That sounds cold to me.

Yeah, sir.

Listen, about that crack, sir.

Yeah, Sandy, I'm glad you brought it up.

All right.

Now, a glacier over there in Greenland, it shifts five feet.

Now, this desk in front of me is bigger than five feet.

Mr. Rockwell.

My deck is a tenth of that size.

What do you want me to do, Sandy?

Shred down a billion-dollar platform over something that's ten times the size of my deck?

That's why I'm calling, Mr. Rockwell.

It's not five feet anymore.

That brief was written two weeks ago.

Okay, Sandy.

How big is it now?

Close to nine meters, sir.

Don't fuck with me, Sandy.

Sorry, sir.

The crack is wide up to almost 30 feet, sir.

Sandy, how do you keep getting through to me?

Who the fuck in my company keeps putting you through to me over some crack in the ice?

It should be said we're starting to see pools of oil...

Should it, Sandy?

...escaped in a minor leak.

Should it be said?

Let me show you something, sir.

Sandy.

Well, sir, as you can see here, sir...

No, I can't see it, Sandy.

Oh, okay.

Can you see it now, sir?

No, Sandy, I can't see it, see, because it's laminated and the reflection of the thing...

Put it down.

Sorry, sir.

Mr. Rockwell, you should have these images in your computer.

We sent them days ago.

You sent them a few days ago, huh?

Yeah.

Seagulls.

Now, as you can see...

Yeah, hold on, hold on.

...for the past six days, the water has been bubbling up, progressively intensifying over time.

Uh-huh.

The pollution is being generated by a methane leak, which is escaping the ocean floor beneath the ice shelf at an alarmingly aggressive rate.

Put me that down.

This increases the instability in the seabed, threatening to compromise the structural integrity of the entire ice shelf, sir.

And we sent out a recon team, sir.

Hold on, sir.

Check on all the levels, the levels of methane around the track, around the mist, and it was hot, sir.

The levels were way...

Sandy, Sandy, hold on, hold on, Sandy, wait.

Sir, Dr. Burke is here.

And the negative impact on local wildlife can be seen as...

What are you saying, Sandy?

What are you telling me?

You want to shut her down?

Well, I think there's a chance...

Chance?

You got a chance?

We're pulling 90,000 barrels a day out of them holes, buddy.

We got seven months left on a lease.

The lease of Greenland ain't exactly itching to renew.

We're talking about major financial ramifications here.

I just think given the extraordinary...

You think.

You think.

Couldn't hurt, Sandy, because that's what I pay you to do.

You do the thinking.

I, uh, I don't believe you understand exactly what's happening here, sir.

What did you just say?

Sorry, sir.

Well, I know perfectly well what's going on here.

You know how I know?

Because I'm paying for it.

I'm paying for the whole thing.

I'm paying for your fucking 90% Hungarian goose down winter jacket.

I'm paying for your shitty laminating machine.

I'm paying your salary.

All right, you want to shut her down, you just say the words.

I'll call the board right now.

I'll start laying off thousands of jobs right now.

I'm going to call the president.

I'm going to tell him that Sandy Clarkson said just shut her down, because there's some kind of chance.

You just say it, Sandy.

You say the fucking word, and it's done.

Well, uh...

Say it, Sandy.

Say it.

Maybe we can, uh...

Maybe we can run a few more models just to be sure, you know, that, um...

Yeah.

May take a day or two, sir.

Hey, Sandy, you want to run a few more models?

That's your call, okay, because you're the boss.

I, uh...

It's your call.

I'm going to go, sir.

Yeah, one last thing, Sandy.

Uh, who else did you report this to?

Dr. Nirav Ganesh.

She's the overall head of environment.

I know Dr. Ganesh.

Thank you.

Sir, turn.

Lena, call Dr. Ganesh, will you, please?

Uh, Ganesh is here, sir.

Here?

D.C.? No, sir, here in the house.

He arrived a few minutes ago.

I'll send him in.

Okay.

No.

First berk.

There.

Good morning, Mr. Roper.

Hey, Maggie, sir.

Look who's come to see you.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Are you all right?

Is she getting her injection?

That'll be six hours.

Steroid pills?

She'll crush the water twice a day.

Any sudden seizures or shaking?

Uh, yesterday she had a nosebleed.

Nosebleed?

I used a tonic to help her stop it.

Hmm.

Which blood will it take?

Well, this one's the osteoporosis, diabetes, and acute hormonal congestion.

Maggie's also tested positive for F.E.L.V. What's that?

Feline leukemia virus.

Attacks the immune system, causing anemia, kidney failure, lymphoma.

Oh, easy.

Yes, easy, easy, easy.

Easy.

That's quite acidic as well, sir, actually.

Very sprightly.

How long would you say she has?

Anywhere between two weeks to five minutes.

Call Dr. Papadakis.

He's going to take a look at Maggie.

Yes, sir.

Who's Dr. Papadakis?

He's my personal physician.

Personal?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Is that an area?

For common, Dr. Berg.

I'm the world's leading expert in feline health.

Yes, you are an expert.

And you are not remotely afraid to disappoint me.

Well, look, sir.

Dr. Papadakis, on the other hand, is very afraid to disappoint me.

Lena, please escort Dr. Berg out.

Take Maggie to Odelia and have her put on her pajamas.

She's chilly.

Yes, sir.

You have a good journey back to Chiswick.

Well, I really do hope that it's a safe one.

Sir, I'm sorry for your assistance.

Call me if you need anything.

Come on in.

Come on in.

Oh, hey, Brad.

Dave.

Howdy, buddy.

Here's your coffee.

No, thank you, sir.

Brad, decaf?

No, thank you.

No, no.

Hey, Steve.

I haven't seen you since Wichita.

How's your old man?

He passed Mr. Rockwell today.

Oh, well, that sucks.

Yes, sir.

Well, we have a situation.

Situation?

It's the 79 North Glacier in Tudor.

Yeah, yeah.

I know all about it.

It's got to perform with Sandy.

Yes.

Hey, fucking crack.

I was here telling me you want to shut down the rig.

Oh, Mr. Rockwell, what did you say?

Get that fucking shut down rig.

Because of Sandy's little fucking crack.

But that's the thing, sir.

What thing?

There's nothing shut down.

What are you talking about?

There's been an explosion.

It happened on the platform with Clarkwell five minutes ago.

Clarkson?

What?

His name was Clarkson, sir.

The explosion occurred a few minutes ago, so the information is not complete.

Hold on.

Hold on.

What are you saying?

Hung up the phone?

The place exploded?

We don't have all the details yet.

But yes, the platform is currently on fire.

It's on fire?

It erupted in a methane flare, sir.

We have...

We have 32 men up there, sir.

I recently hired every one of them from Edmonton.

Hey, boy, boy, boy.

Listen to me.

I'm going to take care of each and every one of them and their families if it comes to that.

You bet on that.

Now, what about the wreck?

The wreck?

That's a billion dollar platform, Ganesh.

Donkey dick drills, stabilizers.

What's the damage?

We were mainly focused on the men, sir.

You bet.

You see that shovel?

This is my granddaddy's shovel.

And in 1917, when America jumped into the war to end all wars, see, my granddaddy bought this ten cent shovel.

And he and his brother, well, they marched down that Texas desert with nothing but the clothes on their backs.

And they started digging.

Forty scalding days and forty bitter nights.

My granddaddy's brother, he caught both his gloves before he died from the fever.

My granddaddy had to bury his own brother with his very shovel.

And that he just kept right on digging.

I am so sorry, sir.

And on Christmas Day, well, he struck oil.

You see, now, what I'm trying to say is every one of them heroes, they know the risk.

We all, we all know the risk because we are...

What the fuck is going on here?

This is the locker room.

Can I say that again?

How is that possible?

I think you should see this, sir.

It's a report.

What is this, Ganesh?

This is just the beginning, sir.

Do you get me?

Every piece of information available, including estimates of predicted bodies...

Goddamn stranglehold and all the satellite data coming out of there.

Now, move!

Mr. Rockefeller...

All right.

Lita, Lita.

Put everything on hold.

Now, give me the next five minutes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You, stay!

Yeah.

Clear my, my deck.

Give me the next five minutes.

Constance, for you.

Yes, sir.

You should know that Ms. Atkinson...

Stop, stop.

I told you, I don't need her today.

You, Ganesh.

Huh?

What the fuck happened?

Sir, how do you mean?

How do I mean?

You're my head of safety security.

Where, where the fuck were all the warnings?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

With all due respect, Mr. Rockefeller.

There are at least 42 emails, dozens of, uh, forwarded images, messages, and video recordings in your inbox.

The brief.

The prisoner.

President Thompson?

That's what I said.

Constance Digger!

What the fuck is going on?

You know, Maggie's not feeling well, and I, I've just been waiting here for Dr. Patrick Atkinson.

It's not your cat, Digger.

Some guy named Clarkman called me at five in the morning, screaming about a crack in Greenland.

Really?

Not a crack anymore.

It's not?

No.

But it's close.

We just had confirmation.

A huge part of the ice sculptures broke free from the mainland.

Who the hell is that?

Dr. Narev Ganesh.

He's head of our environmental safety and security.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Rockefeller?

President Thompson has been informed.

They're meeting in the overalls now.

What the fuck is happening?

The explosion caused an avalanche.

And the energy produced by the avalanche, along with unusually strong ocean currents, has pushed Judy out to sea.

She's traveling right now at an alarming speed.

Who the fuck is Judy?

She's in the ice shelf.

Traveling where?

We can't be sure exactly where she'll end up, but most models have her headed into the North Sea.

Okay, what does it mean?

It means an ice shelf five times the size of Washington, D.C. might be headed towards Earth.

Four, three, two...

You can't end up showing everyone

how big your dick is!

What the fuck are you still doing here?

Get ready to brief the president.

That was very nice of you.

Stop!

This cannot be happening right now, David.

We're about to go public with Verdant, a company, my company, that ironically prides itself on environmental stability.

I'm well aware of that.

Mr. Rockwell, the president and his cabinet will be here in 35 minutes.

What?

You're meeting him?

Yes, to me as it is.

Don't break up until you have to, until it's time.

Look, it's time.

You can't trust him.

He's just going to take everything...

I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Yeah.

Set us up in the laboratory, send on a lot of sensors on a long launch break, lock everything else down.

Yes, sir.

Here he is.

Hi.

What is that?

Maybe it's Maggie.

It's not Maggie.

Don't disrespect her.

She's dead.

She smells like she's dead.

She's not dead.

She's a killer.

She needs to be killed.

She's just sick.

She is literally decomposing in your arms, Digger.

Oh, shit.

Digger!

Good luck with, Compson.

And burn the cat.

I'm sorry, Digger.

No, sir, it's just 55 minutes ago.

Mr. President and Dr. Ganesh informed me of the explosion on their vehicle.

70 miles north of Glacier in Greenland.

That's one of our biggest platforms.

We produce six million barrels a day out of there.

Minutes later, we learned of the explosion that triggered, unintentionally, the gathering of an enormous ice shell from the glacier.

How in the hell did this get by you, Digger?

Well, it happened very quick, Mr. President.

No way to see it coming.

I had no clue, sir.

What's our worst case scenario?

Oh, sir.

Between the avalanche, the anomalous ocean current, and what is now being referred to as a non-recurring wind phenomenon,

Judy's headed south at an alarming velocity, sir, into the Arctic jet stream.

Now, Judy's thickness is almost 400 feet, sir, which means if she reaches the shallow southwest of Norway,

she will run aground, causing massive water displacement and triggering a tsunami.

A tsunami could inundate the entire northern European coastline.

These are densely populated regions, Mr. President, utterly unprotected against a disaster of this magnitude.

Sir, if Judy zeroes in on Europe, it's possible we're talking about millions of displaced people.

Well, it's estimated casualties in the hundreds of thousands, sir.

Property and infrastructure?

Uh, Brad?

Brad.

Could be upwards of 18 trillion dollars, sir.

What's the timeframe, Dr. Ganesh?

If Judy decides to head to Europe, then, well, it will depend on several factors, including currents and wind, but the impact could occur within three days.

If?

Well, it is still possible that she could head southwest, get pulled into the Gulf Stream, and melt away in the Atlantic with a minimal amount of disturbance.

Possible?

Yes, there is a chance that it could still happen.

Could?

How much of a chance?

The model suggests a very small chance.

Tell me something, Dr. Ganesh, are you a scientist or a fortune teller?

Because all I'm getting from you is a lot of ifs, possibles, and coulds.

I'm sick to death of people giving me ifs, possibles, and coulds.

Just tell me, what the hell's gonna happen?

All right.

If it goes toward Europe, impact could occur within three days, but it is impossible to be certain, so there are an infinite number of variables at play.

The ocean currents, the wind speeds, the salt density, atmospheric temperature is crucial at this time of year.

Let's bomb the shit out of her, Mr. President.

Talk to me, Fitz.

We spend a truckload on the new GBU-43, we ought to have a coming out party.

Go full Moab.

Blow that frozen cunt up before she closes any doors.

Fitz, please, there are women present.

The GBU's cost us 16 million a piece, sir.

We don't want to waste that money on a block of ice.

I say we nail her with one of our sons.

I got a tomahawk so accurate it can shoot the tits off a Russian ballerina from halfway around the world.

No!

Bombing that region with the kind of force you were talking about will open us up to a whole new set of catastrophes.

Mr. Ganesh, let me ask you a question.

It's, um, Dr. Ganesh.

Where are you from, Dr. Ganesh?

Um, I'm American.

Yeah, but where do you come from?

From Boston?

No.

I mean, where are your people from?

India.

Where in India?

Um, my mother's family is from a small fishing village in the south.

Do you know?

Kerala?

Kerala?

Right.

And you're going to stand there and tell us the most powerful army in the history of the world is incapable of derailing a giant snow cone?

Joe?

What?

Gentlemen, the computers at NOAA have run simulations on all the possible scenarios.

And I'm afraid we're simply up against the reality of nature.

Whether we like it or not, the future of millions across Europe rests in the hands of the wind.

And the ocean currents.

We should deploy the firewall.

That's a bad idea, Rockwell.

If we can't control the course of nature, at least we can control the lane.

We should give ourselves a chance to manage the narrative.

What's a firewall?

I just don't reckon we have a clear answer.

Listen to me.

The firewall is a network security device.

It uses AI to detect and eliminate all words and phrases from any social media and or public communications that we choose.

Mr. Knighton, what words do you suggest we intercept?

Glacier.

Explosion.

Ice shield.

Greenland.

Permafrost.

Methane.

Iceberg.

Gas.

Climate change.

Let's think about this.

Flood.

Al Gore.

Mr. President, as Attorney General, it's my duty to warn you that if Europe ever finds out we delayed their response to Judy, all of us here will be accused of nothing less than genocide.

Okay, you know what?

This is not my problem.

And I felt so close.

So?

Happens every other week.

I watched NGO.

Fuck it.

If Northern Europe gets screwed with its pants on, it's not my problem.

It is your problem, Mr. President.

What did you just say, Digger?

Unfortunately, sir, it is your problem.

It's our problem.

And why is that?

An American company, my company, drilling in Greenland and National Park, no less.

Thanks to a backroom deal that you muscled through.

That deal was supposed to create jobs and bolster the farm industry and cut the balls off Russia when it comes to the European oil supply.

That caused the biggest disaster in European history.

Out of the way, Mr. President.

After a COP 30 fiasco, every country we pissed off since we dropped out of the Paris Agreement will see this as involuntary manslaughter on a massive scale.

At the very least, we'll find advocates.

Gentlemen, we find ourselves in a pickle.

A great big old dildo of a pickle.

Now, Digger here got us into this mess, and Digger's gonna dig us out again.

I've never trusted a man more.

We'll go with Mr. Rockwell's plan.

Set up the firewall.

Reverend, pray it's out.

And let us breathe in a minute.

We, the members of this cabinet, pray today for the Holy Spirit to descend and inspire this humble servant.

Lord, protect this great man from all the enemies that he currently faces, and from all the enemies that he is yet to meet.

So that he may deliver us from the evils of this secularism.

So that all the countries around the world will say that America is the greatest nation on earth.

Oh, no.

Coca-Cola, Tabarra, got a rock-a-tada.

Gola, Bushido.

Oh, Jesus.

Thank you, Lord, for giving us this great ship.

Thank you, Mr. President, for encouraging us to pray today.

And for acknowledging that it is God who commands all nations.

Gentlemen, let us take a moment to turn to him.

God bless you, Mr. President.

Thank you, Ralph.

God bless you, Mr. President.

God bless you, sir.

Digger, is there someplace where we can talk?

This was my mother's secret spot.

Ah, thank you, Lord.

You know, Mr. President, I don't know if I'm going to sugarcoat it.

We're in a tight spot, but like my daddy always said.

I'm dying, Digger.

Sir?

I'm dying.

I have cancer of the asshole.

I got a lump down there the size of a raccoon.

They're going to operate, but basically it's a coin flip whether I see Thanksgiving or not.

I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.

You knew, didn't you?

I did.

You sly fucker.

Not anyone will wipe those, but Digger Rockwell will probably see them fucking fiber optics.

You want me to call someone, Mr. President?

You want me to call someone?

It was the Rooskies, wasn't it?

Sir?

What do we do, Digger?

Talk to me about controlling the narrative.

Yeah, controlling the narrative.

Well, from this moment forward, sir.

Act Judy, she was never American.

And she doesn't have a name.

She's a piece of Greenlandic ass with no flag.

Just casually barreling toward Northern Europe.

God willing, she hangs her right head out to the Atlantic.

Amen.

Yeah, no gives a shit except the climate side, just San Francisco.

If she sets her sights on Europe, we turn that into an opportunity.

How?

You're going to call a European counselor, you're going to warn them about the ice shelf, and cross the ocean.

You tell them that the United States of America...

I'm not crossing any ocean.

Tell anybody anything.

I walk in there, we'll have ourselves a global panic.

Panic!

Mr. President.

Resource.

Panic wakes people up.

When you're running from the house on fire, no one cares who left the toaster on.

I'll just wait a minute.

See which way the wind blows.

You know, it's hard to see things from another perspective when there's whispering in your anal cavity.

Let's just pray.

Judy takes the first course.

Silent.

What in the absolute fuck?

I know that.

I'm going to show you.

The pictures are fragile, Hannah.

The tree mechanism is broken.

I don't care.

I don't care.

Angry at things, the perspective is still skewed.

Just, can you please not tell me things I don't even know?

No, you know that when I'm not scared, I'm not shitting.

Well, that's why I didn't hire a single designer.

What is it, I'm poor, didn't I?

No, no, no, no.

Here's a new one.

It's a decent one.

It'll bring it back to 60% and I don't mind.

Yes.

Can I get a cup of tea, please?

Can you bring one?

A cup of tea?

What kind of a cup of tea do you need?

Can I have a twain?

Yes, absolutely.

I'll take a twain, darling.

That's perfect, darling.

I'm so sorry.

I just wondered if there were any notes.

You're fucking amazing.

Seriously.

You saw that.

That's funny.

I love you, Angwine.

Seriously.

Dad, Mom told me you've been super stressed.

Do you remember what happened last night?

It took you three months to grow that patch of hair back.

You have to breathe through it, okay?

Are you taking your BP meds?

Are you taking them every day, like you have to?

How are you feeling?

How did tech rehearsals go?

Did you have director's call driving you crazy?

Yeah, well, Rachel wants me to play some sort of cartoon version, so it just feels so fake.

I'm just making some statement about it.

You always are.

Do you remember what you were telling me?

What was it you were saying?

Be truthful.

Be free.

Be happy.

Yes.

Are you ready?

Okay, I've really got to go.

We're going to take off.

I'll see you tonight.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

Hello, Mr. Markson.

I'm so sorry.

No, that's all right.

I'm sorry.

If you don't mind, for now, you can just call me Mr. Rockwell or Digger.

Digger, if you like.

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Rockwell.

Okay, so what can I do for you?

I just wanted you to have this.

I'm sorry?

I wanted you to have this.

Well, that's...

Look at that.

That's...

Thank you.

Danny.

Danny.

Danny.

You're one of the producers, too, aren't you?

I guess you could say that.

All right.

All right.

Thank you for that, as well.

My pleasure, sir.

Yeah.

Places.

Places.

All right, Digger.

Come on.

Yeah.

That's fucking good.

T-minus two minutes.

Where are we?

Five miles off the coast of Holland.

Thing is huge.

It is, indeed.

Brad, go to Bacombo, put up Philadelphia.

What the hell's that?

That's Philadelphia compared to the ice charts.

Jeez.

All for fuck's sake.

T-minus one minute.

I'm going under the knife.

When?

Next Tuesday.

I can't wait a few more days.

Okay, people.

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

What's that?

What happened to sound?

Okay, where is this?

Where are we now?

That wave swung the whole side street.

It's in the side street.

Throwback.

I mean, fuck.

Throwback.

Is that a strike?

Why isn't he running?

Oh, my God.

He's just being rushed.

Fuck, you !

know that sound?

There's an issue with sound.

All right, fifth.

We should have bound that bitch from the start.

No, sir.

I'm very smart.

Bless you, sir.

I'll give you a ride.

I will be headed to Walton Reed for a few days.

Help Eddie prepare a response.

Eddie?

A response?

I mean, that's all that's going to happen.

We'll talk to your approval.

Don't you think it should be you?

There's no pressure.

Fuck, give it away.

It's got to be Eddie.

I'm headed to the hospital.

First, I need to make a quick...

Big speech, Eddie.

America has stood beside Europe in its darkest of hours.

It will damn well do it again, and you saved it.

America has stood beside Europe in our darkest of hours.

Boy, you got your back, Eddie.

Boys.

Yeah.

Yeah.

But who's got yours, Dicker?

What's that supposed to mean?

If I didn't care, Others can say.

Compson is going to send Eddie over to make the big speech at the European Council.

While he hides out, He'll be playing the martyr battle at Ass Catcher at Walter Reed.

Eddie will throw me under the bus, Separate Uncle Sam from Granddaddy Ulster, So they can play the damn heroes.

Mama!

That's right.

Dr. Papadakis looks madly over this human.

Just fine.

She smells like a hyena.

Cabbage!

They're just going to risk everything that we've worked toward, The Arctic, Alaska, all of it, Just to cover their own asses.

So change the story.

Yeah, what story?

When Eddie makes his speech, He's going to try to pass the blame, Hand them the villains back in their darkest hours.

Europe doesn't need sacrificial lambs.

They need American cash and Rockwell oil.

But, more than that, They need hope.

And?

The hope that this isn't their future.

And the hope that this isn't their children's future.

Stop.

Stop.

We're not oblivious.

We can see the future as clearly as anyone.

And that is why Verdon has been investing billions into research and development of renewable and alternative energy.

I don't ever know much of speeches.

I know.

But you have no choice.

You just drowned half the damn continent.

What the fuck are you going to do?

Double down?

Listen to your little sister.

Go to Europe.

Make the speech.

Tell them the truth.

Which is?

We're going to save the world.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Unsustainable lives.

Unsustainable lives.

The whole system is broken.

Like, all of the water.

So that's not working.

Your water is coming.

What is this?

Oh, it's an edit.

I think.

No, no, it's just.

No, it's just.

Yeah.

What did she take out?

Well, I'm not your understudy.

I didn't know where I was.

Oh, uh, call Jose.

Jose, why?

Because he texted me and wanted you to call.

Why would he text me?

Because you're rehearsing a play.

He was afraid he'd be interrupting you.

Okay.

Jose.

Jose.

What's happened?

Is everything okay?

What do you mean?

Oh, you went in glass?

Okay.

Oh, please help me.

Just.

No, just find a car to park there and just.

Just help me.

I'll call you.

I'll call you back.

What do you want to call?

What?

Hope wasn't on the plane.

Oh, what's happened?

I didn't know.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

I thought you were in rehearsal.

No, it's lunch.

Do you speak with Hope?

Yeah.

When?

Yesterday.

Why?

She was on the plane.

What do you mean?

I mean, Jose went to the airport to pick her up and she wasn't there.

There's no message, no call.

He asked.

They said that her flight to Miami had arrived and she wasn't.

She wasn't.

It was a connection.

What?

Her flight.

She was leaving Jamaica in a problem.

No, it was a connection.

She was on the plane.

It was weather.

There was weather.

There's always weather.

Weather isn't always.

Nine years old.

I really knew what I meant when I said it was weather.

She left a message that she was on the plane.

Well, she didn't leave me one.

So, take some parental solace in that.

You know, they probably couldn't fly and went back to the gate.

There's not a gate in the airport close to Black River.

It's a shack and a runway.

Yeah, I realize you're going to react to this.

I'm going to say it anyway.

Always overreact.

Don't relax.

Because on the plane, I'll find out what's going on.

Jess.

Hey, baby, this is your day.

Okay?

I love you.

Is Joe still in the car?

Yeah, I am.

Sorry.

Joe knows that I love you.

I love you.

Thank you.

Was that so hard?

I was talking to Joe.

Your wife rocks.

Shut up.

He's putting me on aspirin.

Yeah, I know.

That's not being alive.

That's living.

Faith, Dr. Ganesh.

I have faith.

A belief in a higher power.

Five minutes, folks.

I'm guessing you're not a big drinking man.

Now and then.

What is your drink of choice?

I'm partial to barrel-aged rum.

Barrel-aged rum.

How would I know that?

Thank you.

Cheers.

Yeah.

This isn't whiskey.

Why?

How would I know that?

That's it.

It's your plane.

Yeah.

We purchased you from the EPA, huh?

Mr. Rockwell, why am I on this plane?

Believe me, why?

You're my expert.

You might see the hole.

I'm not going to say what you want me to say.

Yeah, right.

You know you might say exactly what I want you to say.

Thank you very much.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Oh, there you go.

Tuna.

Toro.

Sir Goliath.

Oh, thank you.

Well, you don't eat tuna, right?

I try not to.

Oh, well, the only difference between trying not to eat tuna and not eating tuna is that sometimes, sometimes you do.

Well, we've seen the bluefin population decrease by 97% in the last few years, even though this administration won't label them in danger.

I'm sorry.

I'll pass.

Thank you.

Okay.

Thanks.

You're lost.

No time for honoring, isn't it?

Man dedicates his entire existence to the preservation of life and in the process forgets to live himself.

And yet here I am, not eating the tuna and still alive.

I ain't being alive.

Pleasure is living.

How many species do you think have been pushed to the edge of extinction, only to rally and regenerate again?

Thousands.

Well, how do you know that's not the same with our yummy tuna here?

How do you know that it will be?

Patience, Dr. Ganesh.

I have patience.

Substance of things hoped for, evidence.

Evidence of things not seen.

A higher power.

Mr. Rockwell, why am I on this plane?

I'll be saving the story.

They already know the story.

They know the facts.

The story is yet to be told.

Now, do me a favor.

Imagine that one of those people think that Dr. Rockwell is Satan himself.

Think you could do that?

Well, I can try.

Yeah, I just bet you can't.

No.

Okay, then.

Now, what are some of the harshest attacks I can expect from those folks who think that I'm just a scum of the earth?

Well, those folks might say that bribing successive governments and the media to willfully ignore CO2 emissions over the last half-century is probably the

single most heinous act in the history of mankind, turning the atmosphere into a carbon junkyard, wildfires, droughts, ice caps, a crisis in

climate, refugees, burning of fossil fuels, it's about to double the CO2, and when that happens...

Own a bear, starve.

Penguins are going to off themselves in Norway's Olympic battle camps.

Fuck.

Jesus, Mary and Pete, Ganesh.

Oh, it's all fucking news.

You said those folks.

That's what those folks would say.

All right, well, you know what?

Fuck those people.

You're the expert.

What would you say?

I would say CO2 is not even your problem anymore.

That ship sailed 10 years ago.

What is my problem?

Nothing.

Nothing's your problem.

33 times more reactive than CO2, 1,500 billion metric tons on the verge of being unleashed as rising temperatures melt the permafrost under the seabed.

CO2 is just the fuse.

Nothing.

That's the bomb.

Why is that my problem?

Why am I in this place?

The question, Ganesh.

That's all I can answer is why I'm in this place.

Why is that my problem?

Because you knew.

Hell, your father knew.

Long before any of the rest of us.

You've known for decades now that you left an open stove hissing away while there are children asleep in the house.

And not only did you do nothing, you sang lullabies to keep them asleep.

That is why it is your problem.

That is why you will have to answer for it when you meet that higher power of yours.

Sir?

See that tuna?

Tuna is farm-raised by an 80-year-old man named Yoshihiro Nakayama.

Now, my friend Yoshi, he raises each fish like it's his own child.

He sings to them.

He prays over them.

He massages their scales.

You see, they swim past his legs.

Like his father before him and his father's father before that.

150 years of a generation.

I'm not going to lie for you, Mr. Rockwell.

There's nothing you can offer me to make me do that.

I know.

That's why you're here.

That's why you're on this plane.

And I don't want you to lie.

I want you to tell the details.

The terrible truth.

Do I make myself clear?

I'm giving you permission to tell the truth.

It's time.

Last piece.

You earned it.

Thanks, Mr. Ganesan.

You know, Ganesan, you know, honestly, I have no idea where that tuna came from.

But it's fucking delicious, though, ain't it?

What the fuck?

It doesn't work.

My name is Dr. For the last six

For the last 6 years, I've been part

of the machine.

A machine that sells lies, dead and unsuited to use as conventional wisdom.

It's a machine that was kept company by Mr. Rockwell and his counterparts, CEOs of the world's major web companies.

It's a machine that weaponizes media outlets, social platforms, political lobbies, and ends campaigns to directly mislead the public.

It analyzes papers such as yourselves, misrepresenting private science.

In the 1970s, CO2 traps the Earth.

It changed your life to survive in the

explosion of a nuclear power plant.

It sends all of you and me to a pure abyss

of companies like Mr. Rockwell's and our tragedy and our planetary devastation.

And the losses will be paid for with the lives of our children.

Children like my daughter, Nicole.

I'm telling you, after years of working with him, I can say with absolute certainty that Mr. Rutwell is a man who would roast our children

alive with their sauce if he felt he could sell them for a dime.

If you're disinspiring, don't tell me.

There's something I have to reason with.

I'm not going to kill you.

I have people who would do that for me.

Okay?

I'm joking.

Sort of.

I have some news for you.

Yeah, not now.

Sit.

I told you I wasn't going to say when you wanted me to.

And you know you didn't.

What happened to your finger?

My cat, Maggie.

For 30 years, she slept in my bed.

Your cat?

Yeah.

Was.

I put her toothy right out of this finger now.

Years.

Then she got sick.

She started vomiting and pissing in my bed.

I didn't mind because, well, I did not.

I did not help her, though.

A few days ago, I was feeding her eyes.

They just shot wide open.

She stared right at me.

I went to go feed her some more toothy.

She started to growl.

And the next thing I know, she tore into my finger with the one sharp tooth she had left.

Struck a vein.

There was blood everywhere.

Five stitches.

Good morning.

30 years, she slept in my bed, and that was our last moment together.

Why do you think that was, Ganesh?

Do you think she hated me?

Is it possible that she hated me the whole time?

Maybe she was trying to hold on to you.

To hold on to life.

Mr. Rockwell, they're ready for you.

Oh.

So I guess I was going to have to wait.

Mr.

Hey, Ganesh.

Do you really think she was trying to hold on to me?

No.

I think she probably hated you the whole time.

And I think she died from mercury poisoning.

I like you, Ganesh.

Yeah.

Never afraid to tell the truth.

Whatever that is.

At this very moment, your friends and family is clinging to...

Whatever's left of their lives and somehow all I've heard in this chamber this morning is pass it to blame.

All I've seen is the point of fares.

Now, Dr. Bergen-Ganesh has made a series of damning allegations regarding my company and its practices and I am here to look you in the eye

and to tell you that every one of those allegations are absolutely, unequivocally, 100 percent true.

No warnings, yet I deliberately chose to ignore them.

Instead, I chose to continue to penetrate our sacred planet 24-7 and every home that I would permit it to.

Now, why would I do that?

Is it because I hate polar bears?

No, I do not hate polar bears.

I mean, on the other hand, I really don't give a fuck about polar bears anymore.

They don't give a fuck about me.

Was our drilling a contributing factor to the aggregate misery of the catastrophe that you are facing today?

Sure, apparently, yes, but listen to me carefully.

It is the price of doing business.

They're frustrated and you're scared and every year another disaster is just worse than the last until we finally achieve the catastrophic, until it's all finally reduced to one

question.

Why don't we just stop drilling altogether?

The simple answer is because you don't want me to.

Patience.

And every one of you, Jesus, no matter how conscientious you pretend to be, you want to drive around in cheapest fuel so you want to keep your lights on, your heat and

air conditioning running.

You want dirt to take my order so that you can post your pale asses in a hammock.

Yeah, you want a two day delivery of shit that you don't need.

You want to charge up, charge up them cell phone batteries so you can go up to your TikTok and your YouTube.

You want energy, energy so that you can ask AI to solve the very same disasters that is fueling.

So you want freedom, freedom to bask in the comfort of your unsustainable life.

Freedom.

You demand and I supply.

So let's all just cut the bullshit because you love oil.

Hell, we all love oil.

So your children are born in hospitals powered by it.

They go to schools heated by it.

And long after we're all gone, God willing, well they'll be cremated in furnaces ignited by it.

Yeah, so what should we do?

Stop drilling.

How you doing?

Okay, well my little sister, she's young.

Well, she's smart.

Yeah, bitch.

She's a CEO of Vert Optimist, a company that I own.

The company, like many others, has spent billions of dollars on cutting edge climate mitigation technology.

Yeah, stratospheric aerosol injection, carbon capture, white paint.

Ten years into development, I read all the research and I can assure you with absolute certainty, 100 percent, that Earth's renewable is all horse shit.

What's the real answer?

Renewable energy.

Red solar.

Hydrogen.

Nuclear.

You couldn't possibly comprehend the scope, the price tag, or the amount of time that it would take to make that kind of extreme transition.

Oil is what we have.

Oil is what God gave us.

Oil is the mother's milk of birth.

Hell, there wouldn't be a civilization to save if it weren't for oil.

I'm talking to you anyways.

I'm talking to you.

You good folks at home watching this right now.

I mean, you folks, you don't have the luxury of worrying about what's going to happen, you know, 50 years from now.

Because, hell, you're just trying to get through to the next week.

I know life is hard.

It's hard.

I know it.

You know it.

Hell, most of the time it just, it just sucks.

But do you know what would happen?

What would happen if I stopped doing it?

You'd starve.

You'd freeze to death.

That's what, that's what would happen to millions of casualties that we have witnessed over these past days would be nothing compared to the hundreds of millions.

How many private planes are out there getting refueled and restocked right now?

Hey, here, right in here is all of my stock that every one of you have bought since you've been elected.

That's right.

Presidents and Prime Ministers, kings.

Yeah, good.

My dear friend, President, gangster government, all of you, roughing off my company like parasites.

A company that you now persecute.

A company that,

that's right. I get it now.

You get it.

Because this is war.

This is war on casualties.

Now, who fucking who?

All that matters is who has got the, got the balls to win this war.

We'll inherit the Earth.

Because it's all the will of God.

My planes, earthquakes, floods, fires.

It's all just about our war, President.

Now, listen to me carefully.

It's Mother Nature.

No, she doesn't give a fuck about any of us.

When a lion eats an imbecile, Mother Nature, she shrinks both of them.

That's the way she wants it.

That's the way it is.

You have to go ask me why.

I mean, hell, 10 minutes ago, we were all just a bunch of fucking monkeys in our boots.

I'll tell you what, when my granddaddy and his 10-cent show struck right through, Mother Nature said, I'm not a winner,

she shouted.

She loves a winner.

Sit down, all you congregations.

I point fingers here today.

Well, that's fine.

But I'm pointing mine straight toward the future.

The Arctic is melting as we speak.

It is wrapping, unwrapping itself like a gift from God for all of us.

A new frontier, an ice rush, a wild fucking west.

Yeah, there's war, there's a race.

The rest of China, they're already running.

I may not win.

Boy, you better hope I do, because if not, in a few years, all of your children, well, they'll be rapping in Cyrillic, speaking Mandarin, because

I'm the one who's going to bail you out of this mess.

I'm the one who's going to keep us all from sinking into chaos.

You better fucking pray I win, because there's a box in the deck, and it's either you and us, or you or

us.

You decide which.

You hear me? I speak in Alaska, pal.

Yeah, boy, you saw the speech.

It was a bunch of beauty, wasn't it?

Hey, triple to right center.

Yeah, hey, old love.

Yeah, they love it.

Wall Street loves it.

That stock is blowing up as we speak.

You know, when all else fails, you just give it the truth.

You know, the hard truth.

Just bang, bang, bang.

Woo!

Woo!

All right, now, listen.

It's time to hit it full speed, Luke.

All right, let's fucking go here.

It's now or never.

You understand?

Yeah.

You think what's gonna happen?

I mean, what?

Is it a clear war?

Seriously?

Send us all to fucking hate?

Oh, no, son.

Luke, this is Europe.

These little boys here, they're just sitting down.

Yeah, my sister?

Hold it.

Say that again, Luke.

Sincerely.

Wait, wait, I got it.

What was she screaming about?

All right.

Hey, Luke.

First of all, she's my half sister.

And second of all, you just put your big boy pants on and stop crying.

We own her company.

We're partners.

She sinks us.

She sinks herself.

Yippee.

Luke?

What are you still doing here?

I'm not sure.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

I was just watching Miss Bonzo and her dead cat, Miss Bob Gizzy.

She took on the world.

Drink on that?

Not yet.

Hey, you gotta tell me.

You weren't like a seizure or something, right?

You really meant to say that stuff, huh?

I did.

So you weren't kidding.

I did say what you wanted me to say.

Oh, pretty much.

You said, huh?

The fuck are you still doing here, Guinness?

To a good degree, I still work for you.

Oh, man, like I was trying to say before you went, oh, fuck the polar bears.

I have some news.

What is it?

I got a good news, isn't it?

I got a bad news.

So what do you want first?

I'll be careless.

Okie dokie.

What am I looking at?

I'm looking at a Kimberley.

The fuck is a Kimberley?

Well, remember that explosion that triggered the calving of Judy as it destabilized a little fault line in the seabed in the Carat Sea.

In turn, it set off a new wave of explosions, giving rise to...

Kimberley.

Oh, my God.

My first girlfriend was named Kimberley.

Here's Chubby.

Not huge, but I'm going to tell you, she had the most ridiculously...

She had a boat!

I don't know, 600 square miles.

In ages.

Seven times the size of Boston.

Oh, fuck!

Give myself a drink.

Is there a vodka around here someplace?

You want some?

You said that there's good news and bad news.

What's the good news?

That was the good news.

What the hell are you talking about?

What's the bad news?

She was headed straight for Alaska.

And as you can see, sir, Kimberley is 30 times the size of Manhattan.

Stop calling Kimberley.

That iceberg broke from Russia.

It is Russia.

His name's not Kimberley.

It's Kremlinova.

Don't compare to Manhattan.

Manhattan to New York, New York is America.

And America has nothing to do with Kremlinova.

Words aren't going to matter, sir, because this ice shell is going to fuck you up.

Do not, Dr. Doom.

Words are perception, and perception is reality.

Oh, my God.

No!

Perception is not reality!

Perception is perception!

Iceberg doesn't care what you call her.

She's a mountain of ice that follows the tides and the waves and the currents.

And she's going to fuck some shit up, right?

You can sit there and you can tell me that gravity doesn't exist.

Pull up!

That vase was handcrafted for Theodore Roosevelt himself.

Are you drunk, Ganesh?

Hello, is this her again?

Yes, I am.

It's been a long couple of days.

Why is this guy still here, Digger?

Why is he even still alive?

The information came encrypted through our servers, and he's the only person who's seen it.

Well, now we know.

Can't we just kill him?

No, sir, I mean, he'd be useful, or he'd rather be useful than dead.

Time for your medicine, honey.

Remember what the doctor said?

No extra stress.

Want some tea?

No.

Well, that's great.

Just fucking great.

Mr. President, the area around Anwar Prudhoe Bay, 350,000 acres, some 30 re-eggs.

Ever since your personal drilling act, we pulled about a million barrels a day out of there, and losing those re-eggs would be catastrophic.

The markets will crash, the dollar will disintegrate.

Is that it?

Is that all the bad fucking news?

Yes, sir.

There's the nuclear waste, too.

What?

Nuclear waste.

Since the 1960s, the Soviet Union's been dumping tons of toxic nuclear waste on top of that ice cap, and now that it's partially melted, it's formed a kind of concentrated nuclear

reservoir.

Uh, what does that mean?

Oh, just that there's a bunch of radioactive, toxic nuclear waste under that ice cap that's going to be spread all across the coast of Alaska eventually.

That's not to mention the arctic zombie viruses under the ice that will emerge and unleash a global pandemic.

I want to know how they did it, Digger.

I told you, since the beginning, it was the Rootskis that knew how to do it.

But they got weak.

Sir, listen.

Oh, listen!

Just kidding.

Before I went into surgery, the reverend here told me I was carrying all the sins of the world, due to your nature.

It was dirt, greed, incest, lust, pedophilia, Islam, lesbianism, all of them.

Why me, Rockwell?

I don't, I don't know.

It's because this man embodies the whole entire world by the will of God and by the will of the voters in the United States.

Digger, listen to me carefully.

I have cancer in my asshole.

That's why the world has cancer in its asshole.

You see?

The one cause is the other.

Listen.

When I woke up from surgery, the style was just clarity.

It just filled my head.

It jumped to your knowledge.

Out of the methane gas formed on the bottom of the sea floor, it rose from living organic matter and lingered under the ice of the American ocean.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but that's correct.

Out of my cancer form, the vapors from rotten organic matter lingered in my rectum.

You see?

My body and the world, they are one and the same.

Well, they cut it out yesterday.

It was beak-sized cancer, and they carved it all off.

But today they say it's not all gone.

Something is left, and it's growing.

And I know it.

Tell me why.

Because because of Shana, the great source of the world's sin has not yet been cut out.

I see a yellow communist, a billion and a half, frozen like a cancer.

That right there is the source of the world's sickness.

The Chinese teaming up with the Russians, sticking their dicks in the Arctic to steal our oil.

I'm going to nuke them, Tigger.

I'm going to nuke China.

Sir.

I'm going to reduce it to 300 mushroom clouds of yellow fire rising to a blood-red sky.

Miss Brace.

Oh, jeez.

Don't.

Don't.

You tell me.

You're not.

Nuclear football, are you?

Oh, let's let's let's think about this, Mr. President.

Let's think about our Bible.

Thou shalt not.

I don't need it.

It's all in my head now.

It's queer.

The Bible was written by Hebrews, not Americans.

I don't need this book.

I don't need this cloud either.

Oh.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Yes.

Shut up.

Out.

Miss Brace.

We have to do it, Tigger.

We have to do it.

We're all dying.

If I die, the world dies with me.

I'm going to open that case.

And I'm going to push that red button.

And I'm going to heal the world.

There's no red button in that case, sir.

What?

What the hell is in it?

Three books.

You have to read them all before you launch the nukes.

There's no red button?

It's a urban myth.

It's three books.

I have to read?

All three.

Book on the menu of possible strike scenarios.

Book about the atomic shelters.

And book with all the launch codes.

God damn it.

Mr. President, if we nuke Kremlin over, the Russians will take it as an act of war.

Even though it's moving toward us, the iceberg is still a portion of Russian land.

Yeah, but in all due respect, I don't think nukes are the answer.

But if we don't blow it up somehow, we're going to lose all the race.

That's our biggest investment in the last century.

Well, of course, if you do blow it up, Kremlin will split open like a matryoshka and you end up with a bunch of angry Russian baby icebergs.

Only two choices are starting a war with China and Russia or losing what's left of our oil.

That seems to be the case, sir.

What do we do, Dicker?

What do we do?

We discussed not having the oxygen tank.

Hey, Kurt, I got a tire fight.

Jo?

No, it was specifically said that we're not going.

Could you ask Clara to come here, please?

Okay.

Anna, Anna?

Talk it up and help him.

No, this is it.

We weren't going to go with the options.

No, we agreed to talk it out.

Any other questions?

Yeah.

He looks like a funny idiot, okay?

And it's just a little too much, okay?

Can we at least not have the VB on the plane?

Okay, well, let's just make it through this tech rehearsal and then we can just say something else.

Just listen.

They wouldn't be on the plane together.

They legally cannot be on the plane together.

It just undermines the whole truth of it.

Darling, I've got to speak to you as soon as you ask.

Please.

I don't know what to do with this.

I gotta be honest.

Can you just trust me?

Please.

You know, I and you, we're not right now.

And tomorrow we can have this conversation.

For the sixth time.

Ladies!

Now our guests are free to bring their tickets to the station.

Later!

Curtis !

I need a god damn second!

Please!

Honey, just say that again, please, slow and steady.

Agatha took off.

Yes, and Hope was onboard.

Not was onboard.

What does that mean, was?

It means breathe, please.

It means she was on the plane when it took off.

Why would they even let them get on the plane?

Honey.

Can you read sober?

Not now.

Not when they took off.

Now!

Where's the plane?

Where is he?

The storm, it took a turn for the worse.

It strengthened to Category 6 within a couple of hours.

It's unheard of, I don't know, but all flights out of Jamaica, basically the northwest Caribbean, were all diverted to airports out of the past.

Where is he?

Where is he?

They don't know.

They don't know.

Well, power's knocked out on most of Jamaica.

They haven't been able to communicate.

The radar, there's planes in the air!

There's 23 planes in the air, and they're tracking them down one by one.

They just haven't been able to establish a connection with Hope's plane yet.

Yet.

We would know if...

Okay, but just, baby, she's not on the plane.

She's sensible.

She got off the plane and went to the hotel.

Did you call?

I told you, the lines are down.

I can't call.

The flight number, do we have?

The planes, they don't have flight numbers.

Did you ask them?

Honey.

Someone's got to know the flight number.

Honey, she's okay.

We don't know that.

I know that.

How the fuck do you know that?

Her mother!

Mother!

She's somewhere.

She's about to be sold.

She's okay.

Peggy, I'm coming home.

I'm pleased to have you.

I'm coming home.

I'm coming home.

I don't want you here.

I'm making calls.

I'm on the computer.

I will tell you where she is as soon as I know.

Finish rehearsal.

You have your first performance tonight.

People are depending on you.

Stay connected.

Peggy.

Don't call me.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Jesus!

I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I know you're whatever, the producer.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to stop apologizing.

Listen to me.

You really shouldn't be backstage.

I know.

I just want to say, I just think I could help you.

Kenny.

May I call you?

Kenny.

Okay.

Listen, you gave me enough time.

I really appreciate that.

No, no, no.

I mean with your daughter.

I shouldn't be roaming around here.

I mean with your daughter.

I think I can help you with your daughter.

My daughter.

I wasn't trying to.

I couldn't help but overhear you just now.

We're standing here listening to my conversation.

What did you hear?

Chris.

What did you hear?

Mr. Rockwell.

I own a company.

Worldwide Security.

We're a global intelligence firm.

Look, it doesn't matter.

I think maybe I can help you track your daughter down.

How?

May I ask for her number?

What's her order?

Why?

I mean, I don't have the flight data.

Her number's fine.

Number.

Okay, I'll get my team on it right away.

I appreciate it.

I've got to leave this early.

I've got an essay.

You really get it.

Sorry.

Rockwell, I feel like you really understand him.

It's a lot of fun to watch.

Make a lot of it.

Mother Nature has attacked us.

But we will not flinch.

We will not fail.

Now we face our greatest adversaries indeed.

And make no mistake.

We will bring her to her knees at last.

For the last 80 years, we have been developing the most advanced and devastating weapons in the history.

We are utterly prepared to eliminate the unexpected enemy.

Today...

Is he okay?

He's frozen.

Sir!

Hey, how are you?

Mr. President!

What was I saying?

You see?

He's answering a call.

In America, we always have such a call.

It's done, Mr. President.

Romanova's been compromised.

We smashed her to fucking pieces, sir.

What is that?

That Indian scientist was right.

A bunch of angry big baby Russian icebergs.

Dana?

What?

We're flooded.

Is that...

How many pieces are there?

Four or so.

Four or so.

My goodness.

Just fucking settle on it, will you?

A comparable, another comparable.

Ah, close, close.

The size of Toledo?

Texas?

Oh, come on!

I don't know, Hannah.

I'm wondering myself, you know?

James!

Where the fuck would you want to do this?

Fucking theater.

I'm standing on the fucking stage in the middle of a fucking scene.

Where else would we do it?

Oh!

Where would we do it?

What?

Exactly.

This is so signed.

Back to back to our peak.

Props to you, Mr. President.

Fuck!

What's going on here?

What the fuck is happening?

What are we doing?

Would you care to be more specific?

Would I care to be more specific?

Listen, I'd love to be more specific.

See, I'm an actor, and that's pretty much my fucking job.

Lower your voice.

Lower your voice.

Oh, fuck you.

Racers, you're good at that.

God damn it.

Turn these screens off, too, please.

It's an Australian age.

Turn the screens off.

This scene, what is it?

Is it funny?

Is it meant to be funny?

It appears funny to me.

Like these guys are like, whoo-hoo.

When you're not brooding your way through it, trying to turn it into fucking O'Neill.

Everybody else is funny.

It's satire.

We what?

We Americans what?

Careful, darling.

You might actually say something you mean and stumble into some truth.

What's the truth?

Is that what you're after, the truth?

Yes, I would like to know.

Well, here's the fucking truth.

For weeks, you have been battering me with your insecurities, crying about what I can and can't do, and it is bloody exhausting.

It's exhausting, Curtis.

And you know what?

Don't get me wrong.

You're an excellent actor, but you're also a pain in the fucking ass.

I mean, you can't even see what makes it funny.

You can't see what we're laughing at.

We're laughing at you.

At your entire generation, who stood by feigning righteous indignation whilst never lifting a single finger to put an end to the insanity that led us here, that led us to the world.

Outside those doors, and you still can't see that.

And that, that's what makes it funny.

And that is what makes it satire.

Satire.

No, no, no.

This is not satire, Cambridge.

This is actually fun.

Oh, you call it whatever you want, Curtis.

It's entertaining.

Entertaining.

Yes.

Grow up.

Just grow up.

See, they and Simon, they lost family in that disaster.

And two minutes ago, they were standing here laughing.

Adrian, Carlo, Doug.

Now, there would be one person in that audience, Curtis.

Not one person that isn't reminded every day that they lost something or somebody because of Judy and everything that's happened since.

They have to be able to laugh at it, Curtis.

Curtis, they have to be able to laugh at it.

Otherwise, this play is a comedy.

And the situations as we're recreating them here are funny.

And the characters you're portraying were pathetic, grotesque, idiotic.

I mean, don't you see?

It's all a horrible joke.

Not to them.

It's not a joke to them.

I mean, none of this makes sense.

I watched 3,000 hours of Jigga Rock.

Well, it sure is.

His cat might have been his home.

I'm sure he was uncultivated, a Bulgarian.

But he was also composed.

It's frightening.

A seductive psychopath.

He wasn't some kind of a clown.

Oh, clowns.

No, he wasn't.

No, he wasn't.

Fine, fine, fine.

Woo!

Huh?

Thursday morning, this bombing took place.

You see, Jigga Rockwell was not on the plane.

For that matter, the fucking president with the oxygen mask and the tired, tired throat.

The wimpy vice president was not on the plane.

Jim.

No, no, no.

It's not you.

You are a great actor.

You know what I'm saying.

You are a great actor.

None of them were on the plane.

You guys know what I'm talking about.

They weren't on the plane.

We weren't on the plane.

They weren't even allowed on Air Force One together.

Oh.

What the hell is Jim doing on the plane?

Because that's the way it was written.

This plane has been a cult classic for 20 years.

Doesn't matter.

OK, um, Janay, let's take our OQT room.

Not just yet.

Kenneth, it's not my rehearsal.

It's my theater.

Not just yet.

It really doesn't matter.

Satire, farce, drama, tragedy.

It doesn't matter.

I first saw Fossil Fools 15 years ago in a shitty little theater in London.

Just three actors doing a bunch of monologues.

President Thompson, Ganesh, the Reverend.

My Uncle Digger.

Sitting in that theater, hearing a bunch of strangers laugh at my family, my mom, me.

The same actress that played Ganesh played me.

She was very fun.

At the end of the play, when Uncle Digger, you know, they clapped.

They stood up and cheered ferociously.

I don't know.

What was it?

Revenge.

Justice.

A pound of flesh.

You'd think I'd be embarrassed or humiliated.

Angry.

I wasn't any of that.

I stood up and cheered right along with them.

Sharing their anger.

Part of the mob screaming for my family's head.

Satisfied.

Absolutely satisfied.

For that moment.

So I decided.

I tracked down the playwright.

Bought the rights.

I got Hannah here to adapt it.

I hired you, Hannah, because I don't remember.

Someone said I should hire you.

You were hip or something.

Curtis, sir, I've seen everything you've done.

And you always reminded me of him.

I don't even know how to...

The constant dissatisfaction in your eyes.

I knew you were him.

I hired all of you and this space and these screens and you guys who are like the extras.

Hannah told me that extras don't even exist in plays.

But it didn't matter.

We had to get it right.

It had to be bigger than life.

Big as Uncle Digger.

Big enough to convince people to brave those streets out there with this human-made theater play.

To come to this abandoned space that we rescued and restored for people to get together again.

Is it ridiculous?

Is my family ridiculous?

Yes.

We are.

Was my uncle composed?

Yes.

Was he frightening?

Yes.

Was he ignorant, tacky, narcissistic?

Yes.

You all have it right.

It's funny and it's stupid and it's scary and it makes no goddamn sense but it happened.

I put a gazillion dollars into this production to remind people that it happened because we were all oblivious when it did.

Amused to death.

Absorbed in our pointless arguments.

Enthralled by our own opinions just like you two right now.

You're both right.

You're all right.

Now what?

We've made it this far.

A few hours now before our first audience.

You're all fine artists.

More than I deserve.

So finish the goddamn play.

Thank Christ.

You couldn't tell me it was Kenny from their uncle?

His choice.

What are you looking at?

Let's go!

Take the sand!

Five years went by.

Five years in exile on this old rusty rig off the coast of Alaska.

Five years of rising temperatures rising sea levels drought, disease pestilence and war.

Of course you all keep the blame on me.

Not on Judy.

Not on Kremlin Nova.

I'm Digger.

As if I possess some sort of thermostat for the whole damn planet.

President Thompson used to love watching the sunsets together.

They don't seem the same since you passed.

Excuse me?

Mother, she didn't mean to.

I'm not your mother.

Her mother was a Cirque du Soleil tightrope understudy with big tits, a heroin addiction and a lazy eye.

Terrible career choice makes you a bitch.

You think you're safe?

Your eyes are off your head.

Now don't forget that.

You know what it is?

I'm sorry.

Mr. President.

You all are responsible.

Take care of the planet.

Because I'm not the fucking earth neck.

I'm responsible for my shareholders and I took care of all of them.

It's not available.

Don't put me on hold.

Don't put me on hold.

You tell the secretary that Digger...

Schumer?

Yeah, dickhead.

You?

I'm texting with Zurich.

Texting?

Can you not drink at all yourself?

Go make your mother a martini.

She needs a man.

Where's the deli?

No idea.

Secretary's off his call.

He'll be on the phone.

Thank you, sir.

I have only one good luck.

Delia!

One good luck.

Here you go.

Yep.

Thank you, Schumer.

For you, Mr. Rothwell.

Hey, no, look.

You got to talk to Eddie.

Get me out of here.

One more day.

I swear to Christ.

I'll see what I can do.

See what you can do?

What the fuck does that mean?

I'll see what I can do, man.

See what you can do?

Listen to me.

Give General that little crab-baby shitbag, Eddie, and he's going to do it, Milt.

Or you know what's coming, Milt.

Milt.

Hi.

We're going to use a burn counter.

Yes, we are.

You fucks make too much stuff to do it again.

The fuck you're doing?

Progressive bullshit green energy company is the only life raft we got.

Cry all you want, but we're selling it.

It's not tax-inverted.

It's still my company.

One day it's going to belong to my beautiful son.

Stop this shit all the time, Eddie.

Fuck you!

Fuck you so much!

Mr. Rothwell?

They need you in the galley, sir.

It's not over.

Oh, sure it is.

You just can't see it yet.

Mr. Rothwell, what's going on with the president's funeral?

Hey, sir, we have another issue.

What?

What's taking so long?

His life won't get us rich.

Why not?

Religious reasons.

He can't be consecrated.

It's cremated.

They were just, you know, blessed.

Don't over-design it.

Because that might be seen as a bad idea.

Ineligible.

He's got his fingers up his ass personally.

We have a bigger issue.

It seems that President Freimer has cut us off.

I don't know what that means.

Eddie.

Yeah?

The man who is now president of the United States cut off our supplies and sent the military escort home.

Good holy fuck!

I was just on the fucking edit that little fucking worm!

It's not even the worst of it.

What?

Perhaps it's the worst of it.

The food, sir.

We're back.

The food.

He's lacking.

Señor Huy.

Señor Huy.

We have nothing left.

They stole everything and all we have is nothing.

What'd she say?

The dick took us all.

I grew up without cast iron.

Sorry, Mr. Dean.

The little food and water and hot lint The comrades and the military took it.

We don't have food anymore.

We don't have food.

We're going to die.

Excuse me, sir, it's hot.

Most of the crew have left with most of the supplies and some cases of gold.

I'm afraid.

Now, they just need a manager.

Open.

Open.

Mr. Ruppel, I really must insist.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Hey, little man, open the fucking door.

Oh, Mitt.

Sir.

Oh, Mitt.

Oh, Mitt.

There's so many.

It can't be sanitary.

There was nowhere else to keep him.

We don't have coconut milk yet.

What the holy fuck?

Yes, sir, yes.

What?

Down here, you got him?

Who are you talking to?

You got him?

You got him?

What?

There's no service.

We haven't even caught the satellites.

Sir, we have maybe three, four days.

We don't make it longer than that.

There's a whole ocean out there.

Now, you grab your posy.

There's fish.

We try, senor.

No fish.

But what if the one is so dead?

We have to go home, senor.

Don't, don't willingly.

You can't.

You must be innocent.

Hey, Pedro, you'll sit and wear this.

You don't have fucking faith.

We deal.

We deal before you.

We, we, we deal.

We deal before you.

We pray.

Praise us.

As you have praised those on the mount, multiply what loaves and fishes we have.

Do not abandon us.

Show us your love.

As we have shown you ours.

Give us a miracle.

Give us a miracle.

God, I, I offer you all my riches, all my belongings.

A brick of gold, a steak, a piece of bread, a gallon of water, if you so choose.

Please, God.

God, I seek you.

Give us a miracle.

Go, go, open the door.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Jesus.

Praise you, child.

Pedro, Pedro, rise.

We make you a feast.

Bless you, God.

Bless you, God.

Bless you, son.

Bless you, son.

What's that?

Oh, it's Maggie.

My cat.

That's not a cat.

It was before.

Do you remember that?

Give me your hand.

See?

That's my cat.

That's Maggie.

But, how is it a cat?

Because it really is a cat.

Everything changes, Kenny, you know.

One day you're a cat, king, and that's the day you're just asses in a box.

What's going on?

She, she...

You should put your mask on.

Your, your mama's calling, okay?

Better be going now.

Okay.

Bye.

Be a good boy.

Be a good boy.

Very soon, she'll land in a couple of hours.

Who's Kenny?

Kenny, a security company found her.

You will not believe me.

We just found her.