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Good morning, darling.

How you feeling this morning?

Yeah, come over here, sweetheart.

Yeah, come to dinner.

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.

Just take a little taste for daddy. Come on.

All right. 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.

Lena, where the hell's Dr. Burke?

He's on his way from the airport.

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

Yes, sir.

Send a deal again.

Okay, sir.

Good morning, sir.

What is this?

She's not eating.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, shit.

Damn, I guess she went to bed as well.

I will take it up with you, sir. Later.

Give me a little walk in Alaska.

Yes, sir.

She's just not getting better. Sir.

Yeah, I know. She's been trying me all morning now.

I don't need her today. Is that understood?

Understood. Yep.

That's my girl.

Is that right? Well, you just getting to bed or just getting up? Just getting up,

sir.

There's the answer.

How are we doing on the wrap-up? Well, Mr. Ruff, I read the memo you sent, sir.

I'm not sure I can beat those... Come on. You used to play pro ball, didn't

you? Well, double A, sir. Oh, double A was 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.

On the car ride 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.

Yes, sir.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Yes, sir.

Oh,

yes, sir.

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. Yeah, boy.

I know you won't. No, sir. Well, let's fucking go.

There is a Mr.

Clarkson standing by on secure video call from Greenland. Who?

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? We said 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. Of course I do. Sandy Clarkson, you're the

man with the five-foot crack we spoke five months ago.

That was two weeks ago. How's the weather up there in Greenland?

Looks damn cold.

Oh, surprisingly temperate for October.

Two degrees Celsius. Oh, I have to speak Celsius, Sandy.

Sorry, sir. Uh, 35 degrees Fahrenheit.

Oh, that sounds cold to me.

Yeah, sir.

Uh, listen, about that crack... 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. My dick is a tenth of that

size. So what do you want me to do, Sandy?

Shut down a billion-dollar platform over something that's ten times the size of

my dick?

Uh... 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. Meters? Don't fuck with me, Sandy.

Sorry, sir. The crack has widened 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?

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. Yeah.

Now, as you can see, the last six days, the water has been bubbling up,

progressively intensifying over time.

The pollution is being generated by a methane leak, which is escaping the

ocean floor beneath the ice shelf.

at an alarmingly aggressive rate.

This increases the instability of the seabed, threatening to compromise the

structural integrity of the entire ice shelf, sir. And we sent out a recon

team, sir, to check on all the levels, the level 15, the round crack, the round

we missed, and they were hot, sir.

The levels were way... Hold on, hold on a second.

What are you saying, Sandy?

What are you telling me? You want to shut her down? Well, I think there's a

chance. Chance? A chance?

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

months left on a lease. A lease of Greenland ain't exactly itching to

renew. We're talking about major financial ramifications here.

I just think given the extraordinary... Now, you think.

You think. You think good and hard, Sandy, because that's what I pay you to

do. You do think.

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 laminated machine. I'm paying your salary. All

right, you want to shut her down, you just say the word. 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 it's Sammy Clarkson. I

said just shut her down because there's some kind of chance.

You just say it, Sammy.

You say the fucking word and it's done.

Well, uh... Say it, Sandy, say it.

Maybe we can, uh... Uh, maybe we can run a few more models just to be sure, you

know, that, um... Yeah.

It 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, I, uh... It's your call.

I'm gonna go, sir. Yeah, one last thing, Sandy.

Uh... Who else did you report this to?

Dr. Nirav Ganesh. He's the overall head of environmental security. I know Dr.

Ganesh. Thank you. Sir, can I... Lena,

call Dr.

Ganesh, will you please?

Ganesh is here, sir.

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

He arrived a few minutes ago.

I'll send him in.

First berk.

Good morning, Mr. Rothbard. Hey, Maggie. Look who's come to see you.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

I'm sorry?

Is she getting her injection? That'll be six hours. Steroid pills?

A question of water twice a day. Any sudden seizures or shaking?

Yesterday she had nosebleed. Nosebleed? Yeah, I used to have a tiny combo

stomach. Hmm.

What's blood work taking? Well, it's the osteoporosis, diabetes, and acute

pulmonary congestion.

Maggie's also tested positive for FELV. What's that? Feline leukemia virus.

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

Easy, man.

Easy, man. Easy.

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

You're expert opinion. How long would you say she has?

Anywhere between two weeks, 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

he a veterinarian? For coming, Dr.

Burke. I'm the one. leading expert in feline health yes you are an expert and

you are not remotely afraid to disappoint me on the other hand is very

afraid to disappoint me lena please escort dr berg out take maggie to a

dillion and put her pajamas in she's chilling yes you have a good journey

back to chiswick

Sir, I'm sorry. Your assistant told me that.

Come on in. Come on in.

Oh, hey, Brad.

Hey. Howdy, boy. Need some coffee? No, thanks, 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. Upwell.

Oh, damn. Well, that sucks.

Yes, sir?

We have a situation.

Situation? It's the 79 North Glacier and 2 North Glacier.

Yeah, yeah. I know all about it.

It's got the former sandwich.

That's it.

fucking crack or you're telling me you want to shut down the rig shut down rig

because i said he's a little fucking crack that's the thing sir what thing

there's nothing to shut down what are you talking there's been an explosion i

just got off the phone with clark well 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? That I

hung up the phone and the place exploded?

We don't have all the details yet, but yes, the platform is currently on fire.

It's all fire. It's often a methane flare, sir. We have... We have 32 men up

there, sir. I recently hired every one of those men. 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 it.

Now, what about Rick?

That's a million-dollar platform, Ganesh. Donkey dick drills, stabilizers.

What's the damage?

We were mainly focused on the men, sir.

Ben, 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 10-cent shovel.

And he and his brother, when they marched down that Texas desert with

nothing but the clothes on their backs, and they started drinking.

Forty scolding days and forty bitter nights. My granddad's brother, he

coughed up both his lungs before he died of the fever.

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

And that he just kept right on drinking.

I am so sorry. And on Christmas Day, when he took oil, what I'm trying to say

is every one of them heroes, they know the risk. We all know the risk because

we are.

What the fuck is going on here?

Can I

say that again?

How is that possible?

I think you should see this, sir. What is

this, Ganesh?

This is just the beginning, sir. You get me?

Every piece of information available, including estimates and predictive

bodies, you give a goddamn stranglehold and all the satellite data coming out of

there. Now move!

Mr. Rockwell. All

right,

all right, Lita, Lita, put everything on hold. Next five minutes. Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, you stay!

Clear my deck and get me in the next five minutes.

Confidence free. Yes, sir. You should know that Ms. Atkins... No, stop. I told

you. I don't need her today. You, Ganesh.

What the fuck happened?

Sir, how do you mean? How do I mean?

You're my head of safety and security.

Where the fuck were all the warnings?

With all due respect, Mr. Rockwell, there are at least 42 emails and dozens

of forwarded images, messages, and video. It's in your inbox. Debrief.

Debrief.

President Compson?

Yeah, that's what I said.

Come on, Mr. Digger.

What the fuck is going on? You know, Maggie's not feeling well, and I've just

been waiting here for Dr. Patrick Daffner. Shut up, you're a cat digger.

Some guy named Clarkman called me at five in the morning screaming about a

crack in Greenland.

Well, not a crack anymore.

It's not?

No. An explosion. We just had confirmation.

A huge part of the ice salt just broke free from the mainland.

Dr. Narev Ganesh. He's head of our environmental safety and security.

It's a pleasure to meet you. Mr. Ruffalo?

President Compson has been informed. They're meeting in the overalls now.

President Compson. 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... Who the fuck's Judy?

We can't be sure exactly where she'll end up, but most models have her headed

to 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 Europe.

very nice this cannot be happening right now we're about to go public with

verdant a company my company that ironically prides itself on

environmental stability um we'll wear that yeah mr rockwell the uh president

and his cabinet will be here in 35 minutes what did you meet him here I

guess too many eyes and ears in this room.

Don't break up. Send him until you have to. Until it's time. Look, it is time.

You can't trust him. He's just going to take everything. I know what I'm doing.

Do you?

Then you set us up in the library. Send all our essentials on a long lunch

break. Lock everything else down.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

What is that?

It made us mad. It's not Maggie.

She's dead. Not dead. She smells like she's dead. She is not dead. You should

kill her. She needs to be killed. She's just sick. She is literally decomposing

in your arms, Digger.

Oh, shit.

Good luck

with council.

Those were just 55 minutes ago, Mr. President. Dr.

Ganesh informed me of the explosion on our rig at the 79th Northern Glacier in

Greenland. That's one of our biggest platforms. We produce 6 million barrels

a day there.

Minutes later, we learned of the explosion that had triggered,

unintentionally, the calving of an enormous ice shell from the glacier.

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

What happened?

Very quick, Mr. President.

No way to see it coming.

And the blues.

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.

The 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.

What was the estimated cash of these in the hundreds of thousands?

Property and infrastructure?

Uh, Brad?

Brad?

Could be upwards of 18 trillion dollars, sir.

What's the time frame, Dr. Ganesh? If Judy decides to head to Europe, then...

Well, it will depend on several factors, including currents and wind, but impact

could occur within three days if...

It is still possible that you could head south-west, 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?

If it goes toward Europe, impact could occur within three days, but it is

impossible to be certain. 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 spent 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 causes any trouble. Fitz,

please. There are women present.

We used close to $16 million apiece, 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. Gaines, let me ask you

a question. Dr.

Gaines. Where are you from, Dr.

Gaines?

I'm American. Yeah, but where do you come from?

From Boston?

No. I mean, where are your people from?

India. Where in India?

My mother's family is from a small fishing village on 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?

Gentlemen, the computers of 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 language, give ourselves a chance to manage the

narrative. What's the firewall? Just the record and have clearance. The firewall

is a network security device. It uses AI to detect and eliminate all words and

phrases from any social media and the public communications that we choose.

Master Knighton, what words do you suggest we intercept?

Glacier. Explosion. Ice shield. Greenland.

Permafrost. Methane.

Iceberg? Yes.

Climate change? Let's think about that. 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 shoved so close. So?

Happens every other week. I watched RGO.

Fuck it!

If Northern Europe gets screwed with the 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.

Char. And why is that? An American company, my company, drilling in

Greenland, a 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, not cause the

biggest disaster in European history. Out of the way, Mr. President. After a

COP30 fiasco, every country we pissed off since we dropped out of the Paris

Agreement, we'll see this as involuntary manslaughter on a massive scale.

At the very least, willful negligence.

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.

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. 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 our nation.

Gentlemen, let us take a moment to turn and bless you. God bless you, Mr.

President. Thank you, Ralph. God bless you, Mr. President. God bless you, sir.

I figure there's some place where we can talk.

with my mother's secret spot.

Ah, nature lover.

Well, Mr. President, I'm not gonna 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 even my wife knows, but Digger Rockwell probably seen a fucking fiber

optics. Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Call someone, Mr. President. Call someone.

Oh, it was the Ruskies, wasn't it?

Sir? What do we do, Dicker?

Talk to me about controlling the narrative.

Yeah, controlling the narrative.

Well, from this moment forward, sir, that Judy, she was never American.

And she doesn't have a name.

She's a piece of Greenlandic ice with no flag, just casually barreling toward

Northern Europe. God willing, she hangs her right heads out to the Atlantic.

Amen. Yeah, no one gives a shit except the climate scientists in San Francisco.

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

You're going to call European Council. 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. Telling anybody anything. I walk in there, we'll have

ourselves a global panic. Panic, Mr. President, is a resource.

Panic wakes people up.

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

on.

Let's just wait a bit.

See which way the wind blows.

You know, you start to see things from another perspective when death's

whispering in your anal cavity.

Let's just pray Judy takes the first course.

Simon, not in the absolute fuck, but once again, if the tree falls on

Dunsinane, which way will the wind blow?

I know that. Which way will the wind blow? These miniatures are fragile,

Hannah. The tree mechanism is broken. I don't care.

I don't care.

Adrian, please, the perspective is still skewed. Just please not tell me things I

always know. No, but you know, the way it's skewed, I...

Darling, I'm so sorry

I'm talking to the actor.

I'm talking to the actor.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Look,

I was just going to say that I think there might be a level of specificity. I

mean, this is not a criticism.

I'm just saying.

I'm talking to the actor.

We need to fuck off. Fuck off for two fucking minutes. I can't even.

Curtis, what do you need? Tell me. Here for you.

I'm feeling a little, you know, not lost, but just disconnected.

It's natural to feel nervous.

I didn't say nervous.

I said disconnected. Okay, Curtis, listen.

Our very first audience is going to walk through those floors in a few hours, and

you are second-guessing yourself.

All right, you're an absolute pro. You have done the hard work, and you're

ready.

You're ready, Curtis. Seriously.

Five minutes!

Thank you, five!

Hey dad, I'm at the airport.

If you can call this an airport.

a message to me now, sorry.

Between conditions, the ground and red tape in this island is a disaster.

Chris asked me to stay on another week, but I just told him there's no way I was

going to miss your opening night.

Look, Dad, Mom told me it was super stressed.

Do you remember what happened last time?

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?

I don't know. You know, Victor wants me to play some sort of cartoon version.

So I just feel so fake and just making some statement about it.

You always are.

Remember what you told me? You're going to say it later.

Be truthful.

Be free.

Be happy. Yes. I'm so sorry. No, that's all right.

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

Digger, if you like.

Yeah. Okay. Yeah. Mr. Rockwell. Okay.

So, uh, 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, uh... Look at that.

That's, uh... Thank you, uh... Kenny. Kenny!

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

I guess you could say that. All right.

Thank you for that as well.

My pleasure, sir.

Laces.

Yep. Laces.

Laces.

T-minus two minutes.

Where are we?

Five miles off the coast of Holland.

Huh? The thing is huge.

It is indeed.

Brad, put up a comparable. Put up Philadelphia.

What the hell is that?

That's Philadelphia compared to the ice shots.

Seriously.

All for fuck's sake.

Minus one minute.

I'm going under the knife.

When? Next Tuesday.

I can't wait a few more days.

Okay, people.

30 seconds.

Seven. Six.

Five.

Here we go.

Fuck me.

Oh, damn.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh,

where are we? Rotterdams. Rotterdams.

Fuck.

Okay, where's this? Where are we now? That wave's following the whole side

street. Go back to the side street. Go back. I mean, fuck, go back. Is there a

stream? Why isn't he running? Oh, my God.

Fuck it, you're right. I will be headed to Walton Reed for a few days.

Help Betty prepare a response.

Any response.

Someone's gonna have to talk to Europe.

Don't you think it should be you? There's no fucking way!

I stood beside Europe in its darkest of hours.

It will damn well do it again. And you say it.

America has stood beside Europe in the darkest of hours.

And we will damn well do it again.

Always got your back, Eddie.

Always. Yeah.

Yeah. But who's got yours, sticker?

What's that supposed to mean?

If I didn't care, more than words

can say.

Come, I'm going to send Eddie over to make the big speech at the European

Council. While he hides out, playing the martyr battle at Ass Catcher at Walter

Reed. Eddie will throw me under the bus, separate Uncle Sam from Granddaddy

Olsen. So they can play the damn heroes.

Shut the fuck up. Mama!

Kyle, keep your mouth away from the... You know, whatever.

That's right. Dr.

Papadakis, look back over. She smells like a hiney.

They're just going to risk everything that we work toward.

The Arctic, Alaska, all of it, just to cover their own asses. So change the...

This speech is going to try to pass the blame, hand them the villains, but in

the darkest hour. Europe doesn't need sacrificial lambs. They need American

cash and Rockwell oil. But more than that, they need hope.

The hope that this isn't their future. And the hope that this isn't their

children's future.

We're not oblivious. We can see the future as clearly as anyone. And that is

why we've been investing billions into research and development of renewable

and alternative energy.

I don't know. I don't know much about 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.

Freedom. Freedom to bask in the comfort of your unsustainable lives.

Unsustainable lives.

I'm so sorry, but the whole system is broken, like all the water, so that's

not working.

Your water is coming. What is this?

Oh, it's an edit. I think it had to come on.

Now I was there.

Yeah.

What did you take out?

Well, I'm not your understudy. I didn't memorize it.

Oh, call Jose.

Jose, why?

Because he texted me and wanted you to call. Why didn't you text me?

Okay, Jose.

Jose, what's happening?

Say that again? What do you mean?

No, you went in glass.

Okay, no, no, please don't leave. Just, no, just find a car, park there and just

don't leave.

I'll call you back. Wait in my car. What?

Hope wasn't on the plane. Oh, what?

Now you know.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

I thought you were in rehearsal.

No, it's lunch. Did 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 from Miami had arrived. She wasn't, she

wasn't, she wasn't on.

What? Her flight.

She was leaving Jamaica in a prop lane in Miami to fly to New York. She must

have missed the first flight. No, she was on the plane.

There was weather. There was weather. There's always weather.

Weather isn't always then. Nine years old. I know you know what I meant when I

said there was weather.

She left a message that she was on the plane. Well, she didn't leave me once.

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.

I realize you're going to overreact to this. I'm going to say it anyway. Always

overreact. Relax.

Focus on the play.

I'll find out what's going on. Hey, baby, this is your day.

Okay? I love you.

Is Joe still up in there?

Yeah, I am. Sorry. Hey, 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.

Explain the aspirin. Yeah, yeah.

That's, uh... That's not being allowed.

I should live it.

Here you go.

Faith, Dr. Ganesh.

Belief in the higher power.

Five minutes, folks.

I'm guessing you're not a big drinker, man.

Um, now and then.

What is your drink of choice?

Um, parcel to barrel-aged rum. Barrel-aged rum.

Well, how would I know that?

Well, thank you.

Cheers. Yeah.

This is whiskey.

Why, no, I said how would I know that?

Not if I sit.

Um, it's your plane. Yeah.

We poached you, what, from the EPA, huh?

Mr. Rockwell, why am I on this plane? What do you mean, why? You're my expert.

Advice to the whole.

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

Yeah, right. How do you know? You might say exactly what I want you to say. Not

very much.

Enjoy. Thank you.

Oh, there you go, Mr. Duke.

Toro. Sir Black.

No, thank you.

Well, you don't eat tuna. 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, you see, the bluefin population decreased by 97% in the last

few years, even though this administration won't label them in

danger. So I'll pass. Thank you. Okay.

Your loss.

It's ironic, isn't it? The 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 a tuna and still alive.

I'd be alive.

Pleasure's living.

How many species?

You think you've 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?

Then how do you know that it will be?

Patient, Dr. Ganesh.

I'm patient.

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 shaping the story. They already

know the story.

They know the facts.

As yet to be told.

Now, do me a favor.

Imagine they're one of those people who think that Digger Rockwell is Satan

himself.

Think you can do that?

Well, I can try.

Yeah, I just bet you can't.

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?

All those folks might save it.

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,

melting, a crisis of climate refugees, burning of fossil fuels is about to

double the CO2 even when that- Polar bears, starved, penguins are going to

off themselves in Norway's Olympic battle counters. Fuck.

Jesus, Mary, pee. Get this.

Oh, it's old 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?

Method.

Method'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.

Methane. That's the bomb. Why is that my problem? Why am I on this plane? It's a

question, Ganesh. I'd like an answer as to why I'm on this plane. 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.

See that tuna?

The tuna's 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 sinks

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 regeneration. 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.

I don't want you to lie. I want you to tell in detail the terrible truth.

Do I make myself clear?

I'm giving you permission to tell the truth.

It's time.

Thank you, Ganesh.

You know, Ganesh, you know, honestly,

I have no idea where that tuna came from.

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

front of you, or allies, to remind you, to assure you, to make you this sacred

promise.

America has stood to fight Europe in...

The machine that sells lies and uncertainties as conventional

wisdom. It's a machine that's been copied by Mr. Rockwell and his camera

parts.

CEOs of the world's major oil companies.

It's a machine that weaponizes media outlets, social platforms, and political

lobbies in an endless campaign to deliberately mislead the public and

legislators such as yourself.

by misrepresenting climate science.

In the 1970s, my own scientists proved it.

The profits of companies like Mr. Roberts are predicated on planetary

devastation.

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

absolute certainty that mr is a man who would roast our children alive

You're officially firing me. Don't kill me. There's something I have to bring to

light. I'm not going to kill you.

You have people who do that for me.

Okay. That joker.

It's over.

Have a drink.

I have some news. Yeah, not now.

Sit.

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

I didn't know you didn't.

What happened to your finger? My cat, Maggie.

More than 30 years, she slept in my bed.

It's your cat.

Yeah, it was.

I better toot it right off this fingernail. Years.

Then she got sick. She started vomiting and pissing in my bed.

I didn't mind because, well, I didn't mind. I didn't know how to help her,

though. A few days ago, I was feeding her eyes. They just shot wide open. She

stared right at me.

When I went to go feed her some more tuna, she started to growl.

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

had left. It struck a vein. There was blood everywhere, five stitches.

The morning.

30 years she slept in my bed, and that was our... That

was our last moment together.

Why do you think that was, Cass?

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.

Sir, I guess this is going to have to wait.

Sir.

Hey, Guinness.

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, cadets.

Yeah.

If you're afraid, tell the truth.

Whatever that is.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, at this very moment, your

friends and family are clinging to whatever's left of their lives. And

somehow, all I've heard in this chamber this morning is passing the blame. All

I've seen is the point of fingers.

Now, Dr. Drew 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% true.

I knew all about that thing. I knew about all the dangers and the warnings,

yet I deliberately chose to ignore them. Instead, I chose...

to continue to penetrate our sacred planet 24-7 and every hole that I was

permitted 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 than they give

a fuck about me.

It was our drill and contributing factor to the aggregate misery of the

catastrophe that you are facing today.

Sure, terrible years, but listen to me carefully.

It is the price of doing.

Then you're scared.

Every year, another disaster is just worse than the last.

Until we finally achieved a catastrophic, until it was all finally

reduced to one question.

Why don't we just stop drilling altogether?

The simple answer is...

Jesus, no matter how conscientious you pretend to be, you want to drive around

in the cheapest fuel.

You want to keep your lights on, your heating and air conditioner running. You

want dirt.

to solve the very same disasters that it's fueling. Do you want freedom?

Freedom to bask in the comfort of your unsustainable life.

And that is what I supply.

Freedom. You demand and I supply. So let's all just cut the bullshit because

you love oil. Hell, we all love oil.

They go to schools eating by it. And long after we're all gone, God willing,

well, they'll be cremated and furnaces ignited by it.

Yeah, so what should we do?

Stop drilling.

Okay,

well, my little sister, she's young. Boy, she's smart.

Yeah, bitch.

She's a CEO of Bird Optimist, a company that I own. A company, like many others,

has spent billions of dollars on cutting-edge climate mitigation

technology.

aerosol injection, carbon capture white paint.

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

Casualties that we have witnessed over these past days will be nothing compared

to the hundreds of millions.

Yeah, yeah, these hypocrites!

Oh, how did you all get here today?

Carpool? Drive your bicycles forward?

How many private planes are out there getting refueled and restocked

right now?

Now here, right in here is all of my stock that every one of you have bought

since you've been alive.

That's right.

Presidents and prime ministers, kings, including my dear friend President

Compton and our gangster government, all of you, are offing off my company like

parasites.

yourself like a gift from God for all of us, New Frontier and the Ice Rush.

and it's either you

I'll see you in Alaska, pal. Yeah. Oh, you saw the speech. It was a fucking

beauty, wasn't it? Hey, triple to right center.

Yeah, hey. Oh, 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 hit them with the truth.

You know, the hard truth. Just bang, bang, bang. Woo!

Woo! All right, now. It's time to hit it full speed, Luke. All right, let's

fucking go here.

It's now or never. You understand?

Yeah. What the fuck do you think was gonna happen?

I mean, what, is it a clear war?

Seriously? Send us all to fucking hate?

Oh, no, Sam, Luke, this is Europe.

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

Yeah, my sister?

Say that again, Luke.

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 thinks us. She thinks herself.

You hear me?

Luke?

still doing here? I'm not sure.

I was just watching this Bond villain with a dead cat in his pocket as he took

on the world. Drink on that?

Not yet.

You gotta tell me.

You weren't at 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.

Is that possible?

The fuck are you still doing here, Ganesh? I still work for you.

Oh, and like I was trying to say before you went, I'll fuck the polar bears.

I have some news. What is it?

I got a good news and I got a bad news.

So what do you want first?

I could care less. Just give it. Okay, okay.

What am I looking at? You're looking at Kimberly.

The fuck is Kimberly?

A methane explosion that triggered the calving of Judaism destabilized a little

fault line in the seabed in the Kara Sea.

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

Kimberly. Oh, my God, I just realized that my first girlfriend was named

Kimberly.

How big?

Oh, she was chubby. Not huge, but I've got to tell you, she had the most

ridiculously... He asked for it!

I don't know, 600 square miles? In English.

Seven times the size of Boston.

Fuck!

I'm going to get myself a drink. Is there a vodka around here someplace?

You want some?

There's good news and bad news.

What's good news? That was the good news.

What the hell are you talking about? What's the bad news?

Kimberly's headed straight for Alaska.

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

calling Kimberly.

That iceberg broke from Russia. It is Russia. His name's not Kimberly.

Cremlinova! Cremlinova!

Don't compare it to Mad Hags. Mad Hags in New York, New York is American.

America has nothing to do with Cremlinova. Words aren't going to

matter, sir, because this ice shell is going to fuck you up.

Yeah, words do matter, Dr. Doom. Words are perception, and perception is

reality. Oh, my God.

No!

Perception is not reality!

Perception is perception!

If an iceberg doesn't care what you call it, she's a mountain of ice that follows

the tides and the winds and the...

Fuck some shit up, right?

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

That vase

was handcrafted for Theodore Roosevelt himself.

Are you drunk, Ganesh? Hello, Mr. Gim. Yes, I am. It's been a long couple 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, and he'd rather be useful than dead.

Time for your medicine, honey.

Remember what the doctor said?

No extra strength.

Want some tea?

No.

Well,

that's great.

Just fucking great.

The area around Anwar, Bruto Bay, 350,000 acres, some 30 rigs. Ever since

the Universal Drilling Act, we've pulled about a million barrels a day out of

there.

Losing those rigs 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'll emerge and

unleash a global pandemic.

I want to know how they did it, Digger.

I told you, since the beginning, it was the Rootskies.

How'd they do it? I think I'm weak. So listen.

Yesterday,

before I went into surgery, the Reverend here told me I was carrying all the sins

in the world.

Did you hear that? It was true.

Greed, incest, lust, pedophilia, loud 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 of the United

States. Listen to me carefully.

I have cancer in my asshole.

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

The one causes the other. Listen. When I woke up from surgery, this doll was

just...

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

You see?

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

Well, they cut it out yesterday. It was big-sized cancer, and they carved it all

out. 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 China!

The main source of the world's sin has not yet been cut out. Righteous, yellow,

communist sinners!

A billion and a half, frozen like a cancer.

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

to steal our oil, I'm gonna nuke them, Tigger.

I'm gonna nuke China.

Sir. I'm gonna reduce it to 300 mushroom clouds of yellow fire rising to a blood

-red sky.

Mr. President.

Oh, geez, don't, don't, you tell me you're not thinking... Nuclear football,

Joey. Oh, oh, let's, um, let's, let's think about this, Mr. President. Hmm?

Let's, uh, think about our Bible.

Thou shalt not... I don't need it.

It's all in my head now. It's clear.

The Black Book was written by Hebrews, not Americans.

I don't need this book.

And I don't need this clown either.

Now get the fuck out of here!

Charge! I've... We have to do it, Digger.

We have to do it or I'll die. If I die, the world goes precise with me.

I'm going to open the case.

And I'm going to push that little red button.

And I'm going to heal the world. There's no red button in that case, sir. What?

What the hell's in it? Three books.

You have to read them all before you launch the nukes. No red button? No,

it's an urban myth.

It's three books.

I have to read? All three.

Book with a 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 mean, I don't think nukes are the

answer, but if we don't blow it up somehow, we're going to lose all the

rigs, and 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'll end up with a bunch of angry Russian baby icebergs.

Only two choices are starting war with China and Russia or losing what's left

of us.

That seems to be the case, sir. What do we do, Dicker?

What do we do?

We discussed not having the oxygen tank. Hey, Curve, I got tired of fighting.

Joe? Joe, it was specifically said that we're not going, okay? Could you ask

Karen to come here, please? Okay.

Anna? Anna?

We said we weren't going to go with the oxygen tank. No, well, we agreed to try

without. It's funny. It looks like you're fucking idiotic, okay? And it's

just a little too much, okay?

Can we at least not have the white VP on the plane? Okay, well, let's just make

it through this tech rehearsal.

They legally cannot be up together. It undermines the whole truth. Darling, our

first preview is with you out. Please.

I don't know what to do with this.

I gotta be honest.

Can't I just... Can you just trust me?

Please.

No, I am dealing with a lot right now.

And tomorrow we can have this conversation.

For the sixth time.

I can't hear you. Say that again, please. One second.

Yeah, I can't hear you.

I'm just...

I don't understand. I need a goddamn second, please.

I'm sorry.

Just say that again, please.

Agatha took off. Yes, and Hope was on board.

It was on board. What does that mean, was? It means breathe.

Please. And she was on the plane when it took off. Okay, why would they even let

them get on the plane? Honey.

Okay, so... Not now!

Not now!

Maggie, where is the plane?

Where is she?

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 she, Becky? That's the thing.

They don't know.

They don't know.

Well, power's knocked out on most of Jamaica. They haven't been able to

communicate.

There's 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 maybe 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... They don't have flight numbers. Did you ask

them? 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? Because I

heard...

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 your rehearsal. You have your first performance tonight.

People are depending on you. Stay connected.

Thank you. Call me. I love you. Goodbye.

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I know you're whatever, a producer.

I'm sorry. Stop apologizing. Listen to me. You really shouldn't be backstage. I

know. I just wanted to say, I think I can help you. Kenny, may I call you?

Kenny, is that okay? Listen, you gave me a nap time. I really appreciate that.

No, no, no. But you 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 over here, you just know.

You're standing here listening to my conversation?

What did you hear?

What did you hear?

Mr. Rockwell, I own a company, Worldwide Security. We're a global intelligence

firm that's... Look, it doesn't matter. I think maybe I can help you track your

daughter down.

How?

May I ask for her number?

What for?

Why? I mean, I...

I don't have the flight data.

The number's fine.

Number.

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

I got it.

I got it. I see.

You really get it.

Sorry.

Rockwell, I feel like you really understand him.

It's a lot of fun to watch.

Okay. Make a love.

but we will not flinch we will not fail

now we face our greatest adversary today

and devastating weapons in history, we are finally prepared to

eliminate the objected enemy.

Today... Is he okay?

He's frozen.

Sir! Today, I will be your wife. Make no mistake.

What are you doing?

That's nice.

Mr. President.

Mr. President!

What was I saying?

We're here because we were called. We are here because we are called. And

American soldiers always answer to call.

And American...

It's done, Mr. President.

Romanova's been compromised.

We smashed her to fucking pieces, sir.

What is that?

What is that?

That Indian scientist was right.

A bunch of angry big baby Russian icebergs.

Peter, the world will be flooded.

Is that, uh... How many pieces are there?

Twenty or so.

Or so.

Come on, Curtis, just fucking say the lines, will you? Just a comparable,

another comparable. Oh, Jesus Christ.

The size of Toledo?

Texas? Oh, come on!

I don't know, Hannah.

What's going on here? What the fuck is happening? What are we

doing?

Would I care to be more specific? Yeah, yeah. Yes.

I'd love to be more specific. See, I'm an actor, and that's pretty much my

fucking job. Lower.

Oh, fuck you. Raise yours. You're good at that. God damn it. Turn these screens

off, too, please. That's enough. Today, just turn the screens off.

Deceit. What is it? Is it funny? Is it meant to be funny? It is funny. These

guys are like, woo!

Fucking O'Neil.

Everybody else is funny. It's satire. You Americans. 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 some of that. 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. That is what makes it satire.

Satire. No, no, no. This is not satire, Cambridge.

This is actually farce.

Follow whatever you want, Curtis. It's entertaining.

Entertaining. Entertaining, yes. Grow up. Just grow up. Look,

Sinead 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 Digger Rock.

Well, it sure is. His cat might have been his whole life. Sure, he was

uncultivated, a Bulgarian, but he was also composed.

He was frightening.

A seductive psychopath.

He wasn't some kind of a clown. Ooh, clown. No, fuck. He wasn't. He wasn't.

Bye, bye, bye. Woo!

Thursday morning that this bombing took place. You see, Digger Rockwell was not

on the plane. For that matter, the fucking president with the oxygen mask

and the tired, tired trope. The whippy vice president was not on the plane.

Jim, 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 to gather them.

Oh.

What the hell is she doing on the plane?

Because that's the way it was written. This play has been a cult classic for 20

years.

Doesn't matter.

Shall we? Let's take our equity break.

Kenneth,

it's still my rehearsal. It's my theatre.

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.

and my family, my mom, me, and 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'd track down the playwright, bought the rights.

I got Hannah here to adapt it.

I hired you, Hannah, because... I don't even 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 the... 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.

Actually, Anna 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 and witness 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.

Finish the goddamn play.

Thank Christ.

You couldn't tell me that he was Kenny.

Fuck no.

His choice.

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 of war.

Of course, they all keep the blame on me, not on Judy, not on Cremlinova,

or Digger.

If I possessed some sort of thermostat for the whole damn planet.

President Compson used to love watching the sunsets together.

They don't seem the same since he passed. Shit, Digger!

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, may she rest in peace.

for my shareholders, and I took care of all of them.

Don't put me on hold. Don't put me on hold. You tell the secretary that

Dick... Schumer?

Yeah, Dickhead.

You... I'm texting with Siri.

Texting.

Can you not drink at all? Go make your mother a martini. She needs some hands.

Where's Dillian?

No idea.

Secretary's office call.

Look, you got to talk to Eddie. Get me out of here. One more day on the street

with these women. I swear to Christ.

I'll see what I can do.

You'll see what you can do?

What the fuck does that mean? It means I'll see what I can do. I have to know

what I got. I'll see what you can do. Listen to me. You tell that little crab

baby shitbag Eddie, and he's going to...

Use burden count.

You fucked my company once and don't have to do it again. Fuck your company.

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

Cry all you want, but we are selling it. We're not taxing burden. This is still

my company. One that's going to belong to my beautiful son. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you so much. Mr.

Rockwell.

Oh, sure it is. You just can't see it yet.

Bigger issue, sir. Bigger issue?

What? It seems that President Fryman 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 supply and sent the military escort home.

What the holy fuck? I was just on that fucking, Eddie, that little fucking

worm.

It's not even the worst of it.

What?

What'd she say? What'd she say?

The dick took us all.

Most of the crew have left with most of the supplies and some

cases of gold.

Open the door.

Can't be sanitary.

There was nowhere else to keep him.

satellites. We have maybe three, four days. We don't make it.

There's a whole ocean out there. You grab your poles and get fishing.

We try, senor. No fish. Water to one is all dead.

We have to go home, senor.

God willing. God willing.

God willing. God willing. God willing.

God willing.

We deal before you.

We, we, we deal, we deal before you. We pray, praise us.

As you have graced 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.

It was a miracle.

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

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

choose.

Please come.

God.

God bless you.

God

bless

us all.

Bless us.

What's that?

It's Maggie.

My cat.

That's not a cat.

It was before.

Do you remember that? Give me your hand.

Hey.

That's my cat. That's Maggie.

But how is it a cat?

Because everything changes.

Kenny, you know, one day you're a cat.

Kenny, the next day you're just ashes in a box.

You should put your mask on.

Your mama's a-callin', okay?

You better be goin' now.

Be a good boy.

Be a good boy.