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Emma calling ... Emma calling

Good morning darling.

How are you feeling this morning?

Yeah, come over here, sweetheart.

Yeah, come right there.

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, yeah.

Just take a little taste for Daddy, come on.

Just a bit.

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 Adelia in.

Okay, sweetie.

That's my girl.

Senor?

Pasale, Adelia.

Good morning, sir.

Buenos dias.

Is she not eating?

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, shit.

Damn, I guess she went to bed as well.

I'm going to take it up with her later.

Lena, give me a little walk in Alaska.

Yes, sir.

Watch this.

She's just not getting better.

Sir, Mrs. Enlis.

Oh, yeah, I know.

She's been trying me all morning now.

I don't need her today.

Is that understood?

Understood.

Yep.

Oh, man.

Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?

That's my girl.

There we go.

There we go, cute sir.

There we go, chiquita.

That's it.

Ooh.

I have more coming on.

Hey, Luke.

Luke, how you doing, pal?

All good, Mr. Rockwell.

What time is it over there in Alaska?

3 a.m., sir.

Is that right?

What, are you just getting to bed or just getting up?

I'm just getting up, sir.

There's the answer.

How we doing on the ramp up?

Well, Mr. Rockwell, I'm at the bed on your set, sir.

I'm not sure I can beat those fucking dudes.

Come on, you used to play throw ball, didn't you?

Oh, no, the ladies, sir.

Oh, well, they were still fucking impressive.

Thank you, sir.

I played ball in school.

Only game my granddaddy came to, I had a home run over the fence by 20.

In the car 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?

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.

I'm talking about sweet Maggie.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Luke, I need some hustle now.

You've seen prison cops.

That's right.

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

beg as much cruelty 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've cleared out everyone in every state.

Politicians, Red T.

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 call from Greenland.

Wait, 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?

Is this an emergency?

Hello?

Mr. Rockwell, my name is Sandy Clarkson.

I'm the deputy regional head of environmental

security for the tooling 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.

Uh, that was 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 to 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.

No, no, Mr. Rockwell.

My deck 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 deck?

Uh, that's why I'm calling, Mr. Rockwell.

It's not five feet anymore.

All right.

That brief was written two weeks ago.

Okay, Sandy.

How big is it now?

Uh, close to nine meters, sir.

Meters?

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?

Uh, 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?

Oh, Sandy, I can't see it.

I can't see it because it's laminated and the reflection of it...

Put it down.

Sorry, sir.

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

We sent them, uh, days ago.

You said they'd be days ago.

Yeah.

Sandy.

Now, as you can see...

Yeah, hold on, hold on.

...over the past few days, uh, 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.

Uh, let me, uh...

It 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...

Hold on a second.

...on all the levels, the, uh, the levels of methane

around the wreck, around the rift, and they were hot, sir.

The levels were way...

Hey, Sandy, Sandy, hold on, hold on, Sandy.

Wait a second.

Sir, Dr. Berg is here.

And the negative impact on the local wildlife...

Uh, what are you saying, Sandy?

Wait, what are you telling me?

You want to shut her down?

Well, I-I-I think there's a chance that, uh...

Chance?

A chance?

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

We got seven months left on a lease.

A lease at 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.

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.

And 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 quirks you.

I said, just shut her down.

Because there's some kind of chance.

And you just say it, Sandy.

You say the fucking word and it's done.

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.

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, uh...

It's your call.

I'm going to go, sir.

One last thing, Sandy.

Who else did you report this to?

Dr. Nirav Ganesh.

He's the overall head of environmental security.

I know Dr. Ganesh.

Thank you.

Certainly.

Thank you.

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.

In the house?

I'll send him in.

No.

First bird.

There.

Morning, Mr. Roper.

Hey, Maggie, sir.

Look who's come to see you.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Welcome to...

Sorry.

Is she getting her injections?

Every six hours.

Steroid pills?

Pressure water twice a day.

Any sudden seizures or shaking?

Uh, yesterday she had a nosebleed.

Nosebleed?

Yeah, used to it.

Tannic.

Outpost stopping.

Hmm.

So, which blood will it take?

Well, as far as the osteoporosis, diabetes, and acute

hormonal congestion, Maggie's also tested positive for FELV.

What's that?

Feline leukemia virus.

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

Oh, easy, Maggie.

Yes, easy, easy, Maggie.

Easy.

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

In your 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.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Is he a veterinarian?

For common, Dr. Burke.

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, look, sir.

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

Lena, please escort Dr. Burke out.

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

She's chilling.

Yes, sir.

You have a good journey back to Chiswick.

I can't do this to myself.

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

Maggie!

Maggie!

Maggie!

Maggie!

Sir.

I'm sorry, but your assistant told me that I could- Come on in.

Come on in.

Oh, hey, Brad, Steve.

Howdy, boy.

Need some coffee?

No, thank you, sir.

Brad, teacup?

No, thank you.

Hey, Steve, I haven't seen you since Wichita.

How's your old man?

He passed, Mr. Rockwell.

Oh, damn.

Well, that sucks.

Yes, sir?

Well, we had a situation.

Situation?

It's the 79 North Glacier in Tudor.

Yeah, yeah.

I know all about it.

It's gone before with Sandy's.

Beth, hey!

Fuckin' crack.

Boys, you're here to tell me you want to shut down the RIT.

Well, Mr. Rockwell, we did.

You're not gonna shut down the RIT because of Sandy's little fuckin' crack.

But that's the thing, sir.

What thing?

There's nothing to shut down.

What are you talking about?

There's been an explosion.

I just got off the phone 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?

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 on fire?

It erupted in a methane flare, sir.

We have...

We have 32 men up there, sir.

I recently hired every one of those men.

Hey, boys, boys, boys, listen to me.

I'm gonna 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.

The men.

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, well, they marched down that Texas

desert with nothing but their clothes on their backs.

And they started carrying it for 40 scalding days, 40 bitter nights.

My granddad's brother, he caught 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 carrying.

I am so sorry this was a day where we took oil.

See, what I'm trying to say is, if every one of them heroes,

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

What the fuck is going on here?

It's the rock room.

I'll say that again.

How is that possible?

I think you should see this, sir.

It's reportable.

What is this, Ganesh?

This is just the beginning, sir.

You get me.

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

you keep a goddamned stranglehold on 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 deck.

Give me the next five minutes.

Confidence-free.

Yes, sir.

You should know that...

Stop, 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 security.

Where the fuck were all the warrants?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

With all due respect, Mr. Rockefeller, there are at least 42 emails,

dozens of forwarding images, messages, and video evidence in your inbox.

Brief the prisoner.

President Thompson?

Get back to where I sit!

Where is this digger?

I need your help.

What the fuck is going on?

You know, Maggie's not feeling well, and I've

just been waiting here for Dr. Patterson.

Shut up!

You can't dig her.

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.

Oh.

But it's close.

We just had confirmation.

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

Who the hell is that?

Dr. Nureyev-Gunev.

She'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 at town.

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?

To the ice shelf.

They're having war.

We can't be sure exactly where she'll end up, but

most models have her headed into the North Sea.

Oh.

Okay.

What does it mean?

It means an ice shelf, five times the size of

Washington, D.C., might be headed towards the Earth.

What?

Wait.

No!

You cannot do this!

You're showing everyone how big you did this!

What the fuck are you still doing here?

Get ready to brief the President!

It was very nice of you.

Stop!

This cannot be happening right now, Digger.

We're about to go public with verdant, and accompany my company

that ironically prides itself on environmental stability.

I am well aware of that.

Yeah.

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

What?

You're meeting here?

He has too many eyes and ears for that sort of room.

Don't break guns 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?

Yeah.

He set us up in the library, sent on a lot of sensors

on a long lunch break, locked everything else down.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

What is that?

Is that Maggie?

She's dead.

She looks like she's dead.

She's not dead.

She's a killer.

She wants to be a killer.

She's just sick.

She's literally decomposing in your arms, Digger.

Oh, shit.

Digger!

Good luck with Compson.

And burn the cat.

I'm sorry, Digger.

Get my fucking phone calls!

No, sir.

It was just 55 minutes ago.

Mr. President and 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 six million barrels a day out of there.

Just later, we learned of the explosion that triggered,

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

How the hell did this get by you, Digger?

Well, it happened very quick, Mr. President.

No way to see it coming.

And the blues.

What's our worst-case scenario?

Well, 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 the 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 casualties in the hundreds of thousands?

Property and infrastructure?

Brad?

Maybe 400?

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 the impact could occur within three days.

If?

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 models suggest a very small chance.

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

I'm 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, so there are an infinite number of variables at play.

We have 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, Phillips.

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.

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 subs.

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.

Sam, Dr. Ganesh...

Where are you from, Dr. Ganesh?

I'm American.

Yeah, but where do you come 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?

General.

What?

Gentlemen.

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

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?

Not just a reference to have clearance.

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 the public communications that we choose.

Fascinating.

What words do you suggest we intercept?

Glacier.

Explosion.

Ice field.

Greenland.

Permafrost.

Methane.

Iceberg.

Gas.

Climate change.

Let's think about this.

Fine.

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 show up so close.

So?

Happens every other week.

I watch Dan Geo.

Not again.

If Northern Europe gets squirreled with fans 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, 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.

That caused the biggest disaster in European history.

By the way, Mr. President, after a top 30 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, we'll find out the tips.

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,

rummage France 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 make, 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, Paul, call him to a bar and get a rack of tartar.

Call him 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 our nation.

Amen.

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.

Is there someplace where we can talk?

God bless you.

Good, my boys.

Secret spot.

Thank you, Lord.

Good day, Mr. President.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.

We're in a tight spot, but 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 gonna operate, but basically, it's a

coin flip whether I see Thanksgiving or not.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.

You knew, didn't you?

I did.

You sly fucker.

Not if you won't wipe those, but Digger Rockwell

will probably see them fucking fiber optics.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

You want me to call someone, Mr. President?

You want me to call someone?

Oh, it was a risky one.

Sir?

What do we do, Digger?

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 ass with no flag,

just casually barreling toward Northern Europe.

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

Amen.

Yeah, nobody gives a shit except the climate scientist in San Francisco.

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

How?

I mean, you're gonna call a European counselor.

You're gonna 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 me anything.

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

Panic?

Mr. President, it's a resource.

Panic wakes people up.

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

I'll just wait a minute.

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.

Cutie takes the first course.

Everybody hold, please.

Hold your positions, please.

Silence.

What in the absolute fuck?

Ladies and gentlemen, the truth is we hold on one side.

Which way the wind blows.

I know that.

Which way the wind blows.

The miniatures are fragile, Hannah.

The tree mechanism is broken.

I don't care.

I don't care.

Angry at things, the perspective is still.

Scares are wobbly.

Just please not tell me things I'm not aware of.

No, you know what?

I'm not scared.

I'm not shitting.

Well, that's where antipiracy comes in.

I thought, did I?

Did I?

Well, here's how it goes.

It goes from 100 rate back to 60% and I leave homes.

I need to be very quiet.

How are you?

Tanya, can I have a hand?

Yes, absolutely.

I said, I take it from time to time.

Darling, I'm so sorry.

No, no, I just wondered if you have any notes.

Well, fucking amazing.

Seriously, right?

See what Dr. Bowden cut.

Took my notes over there.

Really, that's fucking funny.

And somehow I'm so moved.

I'm talking to Matter.

I'm talking to Nessa.

I'm sorry.

No.

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 talking to Nessa.

You need to fuck off.

Fuck off.

For two fucking minutes, I can't even.

Curtis, what do you need to tell me?

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

It's natural to feel nervous.

I didn't say that.

I said disconnected.

Okay, Curtis, listen.

Our very first audience is going to walk through those

doors 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.

Okay.

You're ready, Curtis.

Seriously.

Five minutes!

Thank you.

Five!

Hey, Taz.

I'm at the airport.

If you can call this an airport.

Standing on the tarmac, waiting to take off.

It is raining like crazy.

I think they're trying to get us out early to get ahead

of whatever it is, like a big storm coming this way.

Please, thumbs away.

Where on earth did I go?

I'm sorry.

I'm just reading a message to Nessa.

Between conditions, the ground, and the red

tape, I think 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 our opening night.

Look, 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 the tech rehearsals go?

You're still driving me crazy.

Yeah, well, Rachel wants me to play some sort of cartoon version.

So I'm just doing some of the things I can do.

I'm just making some statement about it.

You always are.

Do you remember what you used to tell me?

What did you say to me?

Be truthful.

Be brave.

Be happy.

Yes.

Are you ready?

Okay, I really got to go.

We're going to take off.

I'll see you tonight.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

And.

Oh.

I'm not playing this.

Oh, oh.

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Mr. Markson, I'm so sorry.

No, it's all right.

I'm sorry.

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

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Rockwell.

Okay, so what we're going to do for you?

I just wanted you to have this.

I'm sorry?

I wanted you to have this.

Well, let's do it.

Look at that.

That's, uh...

Thank you, uh...

Kenny.

Kenny!

Kenny.

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

I guess you could say that.

All right.

All right.

Well, thank you for that as well.

My pleasure, sir.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Places.

Places.

All right, David.

Come on.

There.

Let's fucking go.

T-minus two minutes.

Where are we?

Five miles off the coast of Holland.

Huh?

Thing is huge.

It is indeed.

Brad, put up a comparable.

Put up Philadelphia.

What the hell's that?

That's Philadelphia compared to the ice job.

Jeez!

Oh, for fuck's sake, it's minus one minute.

I'm going under the knife.

When?

Next Tuesday.

I can't wait a few more days.

Okay, people, 30 seconds, 10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, time's up.

8, 7, 6, 5, there

we go.

Fuck me.

Oh, damn.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, where are we?

Rotterdam.

Fuck me.

What happened to the sound?

Okay, where is this?

Where are we now?

That wave swallowed the whole side street.

Go back to the side street.

Go back.

Fuck.

Go back.

Is that a street?

Why isn't he running?

Oh, my God.

Fucking run.

Fucking run.

That's a cow.

We know what a cow looks like.

You fucking do it.

Isn't that how it sounds?

There is an issue with the sound.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus.

Fucking hell in the bucket of blood.

You were right, Fitz.

We should have bought that bitch last night.

Yes, sir.

I'm very smart.

Listen to me.

I'll give you a ride.

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

Help Eddie prepare a response.

Do Eddie respond?

Yes.

Someone's going to have to talk to Europe.

Don't you think it should be you?

There's no pressure.

Fuck him away.

It's got to be Eddie.

I'm headed to the hospital.

First, I need to make a quick trip to the hospital.

Shit.

Fucking faggot.

Shit.

Fuck.

Oh.

Fuck.

Fucked a guy.

Fuck.

So they can play the damn heroes.

Shut the fuck up!

Mama!

Kyle, keep your mouth away from the...

You know everyone's gonna...

Yeah, that's right.

Dr. Papadakis looks back at you and says you're just fine.

She smells like a hyena.

God!

They're just gonna 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 gonna try to pass the blame.

Adam had them, the villains, back in the Darkest Hour.

Europe doesn't need sacrificial lambs.

They need American cash and Rockwell oil.

But more than that, they need hope.

Yes.

The hope that this isn't their future.

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

Stop, I can't read it.

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 know anything about your speeches.

I know, but you have no choice.

You just drowned half the damn continent.

What the fuck are you gonna do?

Double down?

Listen to your little sister.

Go to Europe.

Make the speech.

Tell them the truth.

Which is?

We're gonna save the world.

Freedom.

Freedom.

Freedom.

Freedom to bask in the comfort of your unsustainable life.

Unsustainable life.

The whole system is broken.

Like all the water.

So that's not working.

Your water is coming.

What is this?

Oh, that's an edit.

I think that took too long.

An edit.

Now I was just.

Yeah.

What did she take out?

Well, I'm not your understudy.

I didn't.

I'm a writer.

Oh, uh, call Jose.

Jose, why?

Because he texted me wanting you to call.

Why don't you just text me?

Because you're rehearsing a play.

He's afraid of me interrupting you.

Okay, Jose.

Jose.

Jose.

What's happening?

Jose, what are you waiting for?

No, you went and you asked.

Okay, no, no, please don't leave.

Just, no, just find a car to park there.

Just help me.

I'll call you.

I'll call you back.

What do you want to call me?

What?

Hope wasn't on the plane.

Oh, what?

I love you.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

I thought you were in rehearsal.

No, it's lunch.

Did you speak with Hope?

Yeah.

When?

Yesterday.

Why?

She wasn't 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 and they said her flight to Miami had

arrived and she wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't on.

What?

Her flight.

What?

She was leaving Jamaica in a problem and to get to Miami and 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 bad.

No, I'm not even trying to make myself.

It was weather.

She left a message that she was on the plane.

Well, she didn't leave me alone, 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.

You always overreact.

Don't relax.

Focus on the plane.

I'll find out what's going on.

Hey, baby, this is your day.

Okay?

I love you.

Is Joe still out there?

Yeah, I saw him.

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, uh...

That's not being alive.

That's living.

We, uh...

Faith, Dr. Ganesh.

I have faith.

A belief in a higher power.

Five minutes, folks.

Okay.

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

Um, now and then.

What is your drink of choice?

I'm partial to barrel-aged rum.

Barrel-aged rum.

Well, how would I know that?

Thank you.

Cheers.

Yeah, yeah.

This is whiskey.

Why?

No, I said, how would I know that?

I passed you it.

Um, it's your plane.

Yeah.

We poached you with it from the EPA, huh?

Mr. Rockwell, why am I on this plane?

What do you mean, why?

You're my expert.

You placed it at home.

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

Yeah, well, not 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.

There's tuna.

Toro.

Some lime, huh?

No, thank you.

Well, you don't eat tuna lime.

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 has decreased by 97% in the last few years.

Even though this administration won't label them endangered, I'm sorry.

I'll pass.

Thank you.

Okay.

Your loss.

You know what's ironic, 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.

You may be alive, but you're just 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?

Faith, Dr. Grudash.

I have faith.

Substance of things hoped for.

Evidence.

Evidence of things not seen.

A higher power.

Mr. Rocco, why am I on this plane?

Don't be ashamed of 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 Digger Rockwell is Satan himself.

Think you could do that?

Well, why can't you try?

Yeah, I just bet you can.

Huh.

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 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.

Come on.

Wildfires, droughts, ice caps.

Come on, Grudash.

Come on.

A crisis of climate refugees.

Burning of fossil fuels is about to double the CO2.

And when that happens...

Polar bears starve.

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

Fuck.

Jesus, Marion.

Pete.

Grudash.

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 an expert.

What would you say?

I would say CO2 is not even your problem anymore.

That ship sailed ten years ago.

And what is my problem?

Methane.

Methane'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?

That's what the question can ask.

That's what I can 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.

Sir?

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 sings to them.

He prays over them.

He massages their scales as 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 to 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.

Glass, please.

You earned it.

Ladies and connoisseurs.

You know, connoisseur.

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

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

What the fuck?

Now, I

stand here today in front of you, or am I?

To remind you.

What the fuck?

It doesn't work.

Don't really feel that way, do you?

Ladies and connoisseurs.

I'm Rockwell.

I'm an environmental scientist here in New York.

Rockwell, here I come.

Ladies and connoisseurs.

I'm here to tell you the truth.

Please.

Please.

Rockwell.

For six years, I have been part of the machine.

A machine that sells lies and uncertainties as conventional wisdom.

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

More CEOs from the world's major oil companies.

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

political values, and endless campaigns in order to mislead the public.

Now, I'm going to explain, especially to you

snobs, that I'm misrepresenting climate science.

In the 1970s, I wrote something disproven.

CO2 tracks heat.

It's that simple.

That was not an elegy.

It was fact.

Today, you don't need that, of course.

Your body is the evidence.

You don't need it for a moment.

Your body changed your life to survive the heat.

But we are paralyzed.

Mr. Rockwell, this year, the international climate office, and the climate change faculty censored

all communication with regard to the intermission about the ice shelf breaking loose, and heading

toward Europe, giving hundreds of thousands of people a death wish.

The profits of companies like Mr. Rockwell's

are heavily dependent on planetary devastation.

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

So join my daughter.

Cool.

Let me tell you, two years working with him, I can say with absolute certainty that

Mr. Rockwell is the man who would roast our children alive with their skulls if he

thought he could stand up for a dime.

Thank you.

There he is.

There they are.

Before you disempower me or kill me, there's something I have to reason with.

I'm not going to kill you.

God, people would do that for me.

Okay, I'm joking.

Sort of.

Have a drink.

I have some news.

Yeah, not now.

Shit.

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

That's your cat?

Yeah, it was.

I fed her tootie right out of this finger, gal.

Years.

Actually, 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 started right at me.

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

And the next thing I know, she tore into my

finger with the one sharp tip she had left.

Struck her vein.

I mean, there was blood everywhere.

Five stitches.

Demorgan.

30 years, she slept in my bed.

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.

I guess I was gonna have to wait.

Mr. Guinness,

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, Guinness.

Yeah.

Never afraid to tell the truth.

Whatever that is.

Ladies and gentlemen, Igor Rockwell!

Shut up!

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 pass it to Blaine.

All I've seen is the pointing fingers.

Now, Dr. David 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 didn't put any dangers

in 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, why, why, why would I do that?

Is it because I hate polar bears?

No, I do not hate polar bears.

I mean, I mean, on the other hand, I really don't give a

fuck about polar bears anymore than you give a fuck about me.

Was I drilling a contributing factor to the aggregate

misery and the catastrophe that you are facing today?

Sure, a terrible, yes.

But, listen to me carefully.

It is the price of doing business.

Please, please, I get it.

I get it.

You're angry.

You're frustrated and you're scared.

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

Until we finally achieve the catastrophic,

until it is 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.

Of our great nations, and every one of you, no matter how conscientious

you pretend to be, you want to drive around in the cheapest fuel

until you want to keep your lights on, your heat and air conditioner running.

You want dirt cheap tickets from Iowa, so

you can roast your pale asses in a hammock.

You want to carve into a good steak.

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 gawk at your TikTok and your YouTube.

You want energy, energy so that you can ask AI to

solve the very same disasters that it's fueling.

So 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.

See, 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?

Try to stop drilling.

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

Boy, she's smart.

Yeah, and this.

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

A company that, like many others, has spent billions of

dollars on cutting-edge climate mitigation technology.

Transparent aerosol injection.

Carbon capture, white paint.

Ten years into building, I read all the research, and I can assure you with

absolute certainty, one hundred percent, that her renewable is all horse shit.

Hey, it's the same horse that we built on the beach.

What's the real answer?

Renewable energy.

Then 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, fifty years from now.

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

I know a lot of times it's hard.

It's hard.

You go to hell.

Most of the time it just sucks.

But do you know what would happen?

What would happen if I stopped drilling?

You'd starve.

You'd freeze to death.

That's what would happen to millions.

The casualties that we have witnessed over these past days

would be nothing compared to the hundreds of millions.

How did you all get here today?

Carpool?

Drive your bicycles?

Come on.

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

And here, right in here is all of my stock that every

one of you have bought since you've been elected.

That's right.

Residents.

Prime Ministers.

Kings.

Yeah, including my dear friend, President Thompson and our gangster government.

All of you.

Profit off my company like parasites.

A company that you now persecute.

A company that...

Yeah, that's right.

I get it now.

You get it.

This is war.

This is war.

This is world war.

The world war.

And the war here are casualties.

Now who fucking who?

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

We'll inherit the earth.

Because it's all the will of God.

By plagues, earthquakes, floods and fires.

It's all just a matter of war.

Now listen to me carefully.

Because Mother Nature, she doesn't give a fuck about any of us.

When a lion eats an imbecile, Mother Nature, she's shrimp for both of them.

That's the way she wants it.

That's the way it is.

Don't ask me why.

I mean, hell, ten minutes ago we were all just fucking monkeys in her book.

But I'll tell you what, when my granddaddy and his

ten cent show struck black gold, Mother Nature swung.

I'm not a winner, she shouted.

That's the most important thing that my granddaddy taught me.

It's Mother Nature, she loves to win.

Because she just offered it to me.

I do it because I want to win.

I do it because I want to win a time of war.

And I want you to be safe.

Everybody sits down.

Oh, you conquered nations.

I want to point fingers here today.

Well, that's fine.

But I'm pointing mine straight toward the future.

The magic 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 to Wild Fucking West.

Now, there's war, there's 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 you children

will 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 this is a fight to the death.

And it's either you and us, or you or us.

You decide which.

You hear me?

I'll see you soon in Alaska, pal.

You saw the speech.

It was fucking beauty, wasn't it?

Triple Taras Center.

Yeah, they love it.

Wall Street loves it.

Amstok is blowing up as we speak.

But all else fails.

You hit them with the truth.

The hard truth.

Bang, bang, bang.

Alright, now.

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

Let's fucking go here.

It's now or never.

You understand?

Yeah.

What did you think was going to happen?

I mean, what?

They're going to declare war?

Seriously?

Send us all to fucking hell?

Oh, no, Sam.

Luke.

It's Europe.

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

Yeah.

My sister?

Say that again, Luke.

Sit, Sam.

Wait, wait.

I got it.

What was she screaming about?

Alright, 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.

You hear me?

Luke?

What are you 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 a seizure or something, right?

You really, you 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.

What was that, popcorn?

The fuck are you still doing here, Ganesh?

What did I say before you went off?

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.

Oh, hello, Kimberly.

The fuck's Kimberly?

Well, there's been an explosion that triggered the calving of Judas

and destabilized the front line of the seabed in the Kara Sea.

Kimberly.

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

How big?

She was chubby, not huge, but I've gotta tell

you, she had the most ridiculously- The iceberg!

I don't know, 600 square miles?

In English.

Seven times the size of Boston.

Fuck!

I'm gonna get myself a drink.

Do you think there's a vodka around here someplace?

Do you want some?

You said that there's a- Good news, bad news.

What's the 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.

Don't call it Kimberly.

That iceberg broke from Russia.

It is Russian.

It's name's not Kimberly, it's Kremlinova.

Kremlinova.

Don't compare to Manhattan.

Manhattan to New York, New York is American.

America has nothing to do with Kremlinova.

Words aren't gonna matter, sir, because this ice shell's gonna fuck you up.

Yeah, words don't matter, Dr. Doom.

Words are perception, and perception is reality.

Words are the waves, and the currents are just gonna fuck some shit up, right?

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

That vase was handcrafted for Theodore Roosevelt himself.

Are you drunk, Ganesh?

A little bit, sir.

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 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've 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.

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, they'll emerge and unleash a global pandemic.

I want to know how they did it, Digger.

Of who?

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

They got weak.

So realistic.

Yesterday, before I went into surgery, the reverend

here told me I was carrying all the sins of the world.

He lost 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, by the will of the Father.

You're not even sure, 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, this

knowledge just, clarity just filled my head.

I couldn't believe I was saying this, but that's correct.

How did my cancer form?

The vapors from unorganic matter lingered in my rectum.

You see?

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

When they cut it out yesterday, it was

beak-sized cancer, and they carved it all up.

But today they say it's not all gone.

Something is left, and it's growing.

And I know it.

Tell me why.

I've been cut out.

Atheists, yellow communists, sinners.

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 gonna nuke them, Digger.

I'm gonna nuke China.

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

Mr. President.

Oh, jeez.

It's like a football, Joey.

Oh, oh, let's, um, 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 cloud either.

Now get the fuck out of here!

Get out!

Out!

Mr. President.

Yeah, Dwight Digger.

We have to do what Ronald died if I die in the world.

Mr. President.

I'm gonna open that case, and I'm gonna push that

little red button, and I'm gonna heal the world.

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

Why?

What the hell's in there?

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.

It's a 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...

You don't do respect to me.

I don't think nukes are the answer, but if we don't blow it up somehow, we're

gonna lose all the race, 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 end up with a bunch of angry Russian baby icebergs.

Our forces are starting a war with China and Russia.

We're losing what's left of our oil!

That seems to be the case, sir.

What do we do, Digger?

What do we do?

Discussing how to have the oxygen tank curve.

I got tired of fighting.

Joe?

Joe, it was specifically said that we're not going.

Can you ask Karen to come here, please?

Anna?

Anna?

They said we weren't gonna go with the options.

No, we need to try without.

Any of us?

He looks like a fucking idiot.

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

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

Okay, well, let's just make it through this tech

rehearsal and then make it into the station.

Listen, they really can't be on the plane together,

and it just undermines the whole truth of it.

Darling, our first preview is in a few hours.

I don't know what to do with this.

I gotta be honest.

Cletus!

Cletus?

Can you just trust me?

Please.

Now, I am here for the not right now, and tomorrow we can have this conversation.

For the sixth time.

Cletus!

In our history, this is where we have existed and faced many challenges.

And our bodies, our souls, and our disciplines are all created by God.

Cletus!

One second.

Cletus!

Hey, hello?

Cletus!

I can't hear you.

Say that again, please.

One second.

Yeah, I can't hear you.

Please.

I'm just, I'm just, I don't understand.

Cletus!

I need a goddamn second!

I'm sorry, just, honey, just say that

again, please, slow, just, Agatha took off.

Yes, and Hope was on board.

Okay, was on board, what does that mean, was?

It means, breathe, please, it means 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!

Where is the plane?

Where is she?

A 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?

That's the thing, they don't know.

They don't know.

But when power was 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.

We would know if...

Okay, but maybe she was 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 gotta 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'm her mother!

I'm her mother!

She's somewhere, she's about to be somewhere, but she's okay.

Thank you.

Thank you, I'm coming home.

I'm free, son.

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'll have your first performance tonight.

People are depending on you.

Stay connected.

Thank you.

We'll call you.

I love you.

Goodbye.

Jesus!

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

I know you're, whatever, the producer.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

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 enough time.

I really appreciate that.

No, no, no, I mean with your daughter.

You shouldn't be roaming around.

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.

Were you standing here listening to my conversation?

What did you hear?

No, no, no.

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 for?

Why?

I mean, I don't have to fight to get her number.

Your number's my number.

Okay.

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

I appreciate it.

Look, I really...

I gotta...

I gotta...

May I say...

You're really good.

Sorry.

Rockwell, I feel like you really understand him.

It's a lot of fun to watch.

May I call you?

Mother Nature has attacked us.

But we will not flinch.

We will not fail.

Now, we've faced our greatest adversary to date.

And make no mistake.

We are not afraid.

We will bring her to her knees as well.

For the last 80 years, we have been developing the

most advanced and devastating weapons in the history.

We are finally prepared to eliminate the unexpected enemy.

Today...

Is he okay?

Mr. President.

Sir.

What are you doing?

That's enough.

Mr. President.

Mr. President!

What was I saying?

You see?

We're here because we were called.

We are here because we are called.

The American soldiers always answer to call.

And the American always answers to call.

Turbulence!

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.

Taylor?

Who won't?

Who will be flooded?

Is that, uh...

How many pieces are there?

Twenty or so.

Or so.

Come on, Curtis, just fucking say the line, will ya?

Just a comparable, another comparable.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

The size of Toledo?

Texas?

Oh, come on!

I don't know, Hannah.

I'm wondering myself, you know?

Jesus!

Yeah, what is this?

Where is he?

Where the fuck would you want to do this?

Fucking theatre.

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

What else are we doing?

Oh!

What are we doing?

What?

Psychosis.

I'm sorry.

Electro.

Sheik.

Ross.

What?

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?

Yes.

I want to be more specific.

You see, I'm an actor.

That's pretty much my fucking job.

Lower your voice.

Oh, fuck you.

Raise yours.

You're good at that.

God damn it.

Turn these screens off, too, please.

That's enough.

Just turn the screens off.

The scene.

What is it?

Is it funny?

Is it meant to be funny?

It's not funny.

These guys are like...

When you're not grooving your way through

it, trying to turn it into fucking O'Neill.

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 to talk about it.

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.

Oh, you call it whatever you want, Curtis.

It's entertaining.

Entertaining.

Entertaining, yes.

Grow up.

Just grow up.

Today in 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 Rockwell.

It sure is.

His cat might have been his whole life.

Sure, he was uncultivated, a Bulgarian, but he was also composed.

He's frightening.

A seductive psychopath.

He wasn't some kind of a clown.

No, he wasn't.

He wasn't.

Fine, fine, fine.

Whoo!

Huh?

Thursday morning, 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 wimpy vice president was not on the plane.

Jim, look, 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.

El!

What the hell is Jim 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.

Okay, um, Julie, let's take that over to your room.

Doesn't matter.

Kenneth, there's still no rehearsal.

It's my theater.

Kenneth?

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?

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 if 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 the space and these screens and you guys were 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 and 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.

Finish the goddamn play.

Ah!

Thank Christ.

You couldn't tell me that he was getting fucked up.

His choice.

What are you looking at?

Let go!

He's the nasty!

Take the set!

You can't

do this.

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, they all keep the blame on me, on Judy, on Cremonova, on Digger.

If I possess some sort of thermostat I'll be there for the whole damn play.

President Carmsen used to love watching the sunsets together.

They don't seem the same since you passed.

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 makes you especially pissed.

Hey, autobot.

You need me to save you.

So I took care of all your hands.

Now don't forget that.

Yeah, they were mine too.

I did.

You know who it is?

I'm sorry.

Mr. President.

You all were responsible for taking care of the plant.

Because I'm not the fucking Earth Denny.

I'm responsible 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 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 Dillian?

No idea.

Sexy golf is called.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Thank you, sir.

Dillian!

Here you go.

Yep.

Thank you.

Mr. Rockwell.

Hey, Milt, Milt, look.

You got to talk to Eddie.

Get me out of here.

One more, one more day.

I'll disagree with these women.

I swear to Christ.

I'll see what I can do.

You'll see what you can do?

The fuck does that mean, Milt?

It means I'll see what I can do.

You go.

You go.

You see what you can do?

Listen to me.

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

Or you know it's coming.

Milt.

Milt.

We're going to use a burden counter.

We're out of options.

You fucked my company once.

You don't get to do it again.

Yeah, I fucked your company.

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

Cry all you want, but we are selling it.

I'm not touching Verdin.

It's still my company.

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

I'm going to have to share all this spaghetti.

Fuck you.

No, fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you so much!

Hi, Mr. Rockwell.

We need you in the galley, sir.

It's not over.

Oh, sure it is.

You just can't see it yet.

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

Sir, we have another issue.

What's taking so long?

His life won't get a fresh start.

Why not?

Religious reasons.

He can't be consecrated.

He's cremated.

Then we're just, you know, blessed men.

From all this time.

Somebody's seen this event happen.

Penalty.

Penalty?

I didn't expect his life to change with his fingers up his ass.

Personality.

A bigger issue, sir.

Bigger issue.

It seems that President Freiman 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.

Oh, good holy fuck.

I was just on the fucking...

Eddie had the fucking word.

It's not even the worst of it.

What?

Yes.

Of course.

The food, sir.

We're mad.

The food.

These lancets.

Maddening.

Mr. Huent.

Mr. Huent.

We have nothing left.

Nothing.

They stole everything.

The only thing we have is the chocolate.

The shit has arrived.

What did she say?

What did she say?

Dick took us all.

I grew up in El Paso.

I'm sorry, Mr. Huent.

But the little food and water we had left, the comrades and the military took it.

We don't have anything left.

We don't have food.

We're going to die.

Oh, God.

It's hot.

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

What?

They're afraid.

Oh, uh, Mr. Robert, sir, I read, um...

Now that you say it, ma'am...

I just...

Open.

Oh, Mr. Robert, I really mustn't say this.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Hey, little man, open the fucking door!

Oh, oh, what...

Sir.

Oh!

He's...

That's so many.

It can't be sanitary.

There was nowhere else to keep him.

Where the hell could we have missed him?

What the...

Holy fuck!

Get me out of here!

Yes, sir.

Water!

Down here, we got him?

Who I talk to?

We got him?

We got him?

What?

There's...

Cernus.

We're getting the cut of satellites.

Sir, look, we have...

We have maybe three, four days.

We...

We don't...

We don't make enough.

There's a whole ocean out there.

You grab your bows and get fishing!

We try, senor.

No fish.

One, two, one.

It's all dead.

We have to go home, senor.

Okay.

God willing.

God willing.

You must hear us out.

I will hear you out.

You don't have faith, Peter.

You 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 him.

As you have graced those on the mount.

Hold your plow.

Put loaves of fish as we have.

Do not abandon us.

Yes, sir.

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 come.

God.

Please.

Please.

Miracle.

Yeah.

I'll open your door.

I'll

open

your door.

Bless you, child.

Pedro.

Pedro, rise.

We make him a beast.

Bless you.

God bless you, son.

Bless you, son.

Well, what's that?

Oh, it's a faggot.

My cat.

That's not a cat.

It was before.

Do you remember that?

Give me your hand.

See?

That's not a cat.

That's a faggot.

But...

How is it a cat?

Because everything changes, Kenny.

You know?

One day you're a cat.

King.

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

What's going on?

Shoot.

Shoot her.

God.

You should put your mask on.

Out of here.

Your mamas are calling, Keith.

Better be going now.

Okay.

Bye.

Be a good boy.

Be a good boy.

Geronimo, come on.

Hey.

How about your security company founder?

You will not believe me.