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Good morning, darling.

How you feeling this morning?

Yeah, come over here, sweetheart.

Yeah, come to dinner.

That's right, girl.

It's okay, Maggie.

It's okay.

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

It's okay.

Yeah, come.

Just take a little taste for daddy.

Come on.

Just a little.

All right. That's all right.

That's all right, sweetheart.

That's all right.

Don't you worry.

Don't you worry.

Nina, where the hell is 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 bill, Yen.

Okay, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Yes, sir.

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

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

Understood. Yep.

That feels good, doesn't it?

That's my girl.

What time is it over there in Alaska?

3 a.m., sir. Is that right?

Well, are 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. Rockwell read the memo you sent,

sir. I'm not sure I can beat those targets. Oh, come on. You used to play

pro ball, didn't you? Oh, 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.

When you crawl around the way home, my granddaddy says, I don't give a shit

about your home run, Digger. Anything really 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.

Yeah, no, I'm talking about Sweetback. Oh, sorry, sir. You understand?

Yes, sir. Look, I need some hustle now.

You've seen President Cobb's text race, and I shared that spectacularly

confidential information with you. One, because you're my guy.

Two, to impress upon you that we may only have a few more years to bank as

much crude as humanly possible until they shut us down again.

Did you hear what I just told you? Oh, yes, sir. Yeah. Now, look, I've been

working on Alaska, laying the groundwork for 16 years, son.

I cleared out every one at every stake.

Politicians, red tape, them Eskimos.

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. Yeah, boy. I know you won't. No, sir.

Well, let's fucking go.

There is a Mr.

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

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

I know who he is. What the hell does he need now? Is this an emergency?

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 Lee. 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 knew Sandy Clarkson. You're

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

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

damn cold.

Oh, surprisingly temperate for October.

Two degrees Celsius. Oh, I don't speak Celsius, Sandy.

Sorry, sir, uh, 35 degrees Fahrenheit.

Oh, that sounds cold to me. Yeah, sir, uh, listen, about that crack, sir. Yeah,

Sandy, I've got it brought up. All right, a glacier over there in

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

five feet. Now, 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 where I'm calling, Mr. Rockwell. It's not five feet anymore.

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The crack has widened to almost 30 feet, sir.

Sandy, how do you keep getting true to me?

Who the fuck in my company keeps putting you true to me over some crack in the

ass? 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.

Uh huh.

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 levels have been made around the

crack, around the mist, and they will hide, sir.

The levels are way... Hey, hey, hey, hold on, hold on a second, will you?

And the negative impact on the local wildlife can be seen as a strong

indicator. 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 the lease. The lease of Greenland ain't exactly itching to

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

I just think given the extraordinary... You think.

You think.

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 laminating machine. I'm paying your salary.

All right, if you want to shut her down, you just say the words. I'll call the

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

I'm going to call the president. I'm going to tell him it's Sandy Clarkson.

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

You just say it, Sandy.

You say the fucking word and it's done.

Say it, Sandy. Say it.

Maybe we can run a few more models just to be sure. It

may take a day or two, sir.

I said you ought to run a few more models. That's your call because you're

the boss.

Uh, I, uh... Chair, 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 environment... I know Dr. Ganesh.

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

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

Uh, Ganesh is here, sir.

Here? D.C.? No, sir. Here in the house. Here right a few minutes ago. At the

house?

Look who's come to see you.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. Sorry?

She's getting her injection.

Steroid pills?

Question word twice a day. Any sudden seizures or shaking?

Yes, they share nosebleeds. Nosebleeds? Yeah, I used to have tannic. Can't most

stop it. Hmm.

Which blood works for you? Well, as well as 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.

That's quite acidic as well, sir. Her expert opinion. How long would you say

she has?

Anywhere between two weeks and 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.

He's not a veterinarian? Thank you for coming, 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, sir. Dr.

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

Lena, please escort Dr. Burke out.

Take Maggie to Adelia and have her put on her pajamas. She's chilly. Yes, sir.

You have a good journey back to Chiswick.

Dr. Fitzgerald. Oh, well.

I really do hope so.

Sir,

I'm sorry, but your assistant told me that...

Come on in. Come on in.

Oh, hey, Brad.

Steve. Howdy, boy. Need some coffee?

No, thank you, sir. Brad, decaf? 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.

Sir, we have a situation.

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

I know all about it.

Just got the former sandwich.

Hey. Fuckin' crack.

What are you here to tell me? You want to shut down the rig? Let me take a

guess. Fuckin' shut down the rig. Because I said it's a little fuckin'

crack. That's the thing, sir. What thing? There's nothing 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.

On fire?

Methane flares, sir. We have... We have 32 men up there, sir. I personally hired

every one of those men. Hey, boys, boys, boys, listen to me.

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

comes to that.

You bet on that.

Now, what about the rig?

The rig?

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

What's the damage?

We weren't mainly focused on the men, sir.

But... You see that shovel?

my granddaddy's shovel.

And in 1917, when America jumped into the war to end the whole war, see, my

granddaddy bought this 10-cent shovel.

And he and his brother, when they marched out in that Texas desert, was

built to put the clothes on their backs. And they started taking it.

40 scolding days and 40 bitter nights. My granddaddy's brother, he coughed up

both his lungs before he died of bowel fever.

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

And then he just kept right on.

I am so sorry. It's Christmas Day.

Eat duck oil.

Dana, 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? Just go out, Frank.

I'll say that again.

I think you should see this, sir. It's reported.

What is this, Dinesh?

This is just the beginning, sir. Do you get me?

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

you give a goddamn stranglehold and all the satellite data coming out of there.

Now, boo!

Mr. Rockwell. Out!

All right. All right. Lita.

Lita. Put everything on hold.

I'll see you in the next five minutes. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You, steak!

Yeah, clear my deck. Get me in the next five minutes. The conference is free.

Uh, yes, sir. You should know that Miss Allen is... Stop, stop! I told you, I

don't need her today!

You, Kadesh!

What the fuck happened?

Uh, what? Sorry, how do you mean?

How do I mean?

You're my head of safety and security.

What a, what a...

Wait, with all due respect, Mr. Rockwell, there are at least 42 emails,

dozens of forwarded images, messages, and video recordings in your inbox. The

brief, the brisk.

President of Congress?

That's what I said!

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

been waiting here for Dr. Pat McGaffrey. 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.

Who the hell does that?

Seriously?

Judy out to sea. She's traveling right now. Who the fuck is Judy?

The ice shelf. Traveling where? We can't be sure exactly where she'll end up, but

most models have her headed into the North Sea. Okay, what does it mean?

It means an ice shelf.

Five times the size of Washington, D.C. might be headed towards Europe.

What the fuck are you still doing here? Get ready to brief the president.

It was very nice of you.

This cannot be happening right now, Digger. We're about to go public with

Verdon and company my company that ironically prides itself on

environmental stability.

I'm well aware of that.

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

What? You're meeting here?

There's too many eyes and ears in this shit room. Don't break guns in it 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?

He set us up in the library, sent all nighter sensors on a long gun to make

lock everything else down.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

What is that?

What do you mean? Is she ready? I'm not, Maggie.

Good luck with comes

The explosion was just 55 minutes ago, Mr. President. Dr. Ganesh informed me of

the explosion on our rig at the 79th Nordic Glacier in Greenland.

That's one of our biggest platforms. We produce 6 million barrels a day out

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

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

How the hell did this get by you, Digger?

Oh, it happened very quick, Mr. President.

no way to see it coming and the blue 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 casualties in the hundreds of thousands?

Property and infrastructure?

Uh, Fred?

Fred?

Could be upwards of 18 trillion dollars, sir.

What's the time frame, Dr. Gennady? 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 southwest, get pulled into the Gulf

Stream, and melt away in the Atlantic with a minimal amount of disturbance.

Possible? Yes, there is a chance that it could still happen. Could? How much of a

chance? The model suggests a very small chance. Tell me something, Dr. Ganesh,

are you a scientist or a fortune teller? Because all I'm getting from you is a

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

possibles, and coulds. Just tell me, what the hell's gonna happen?

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

impossible to be certain. So there are an infinite number of variables at play.

The ocean currents, the wind speeds, the salt density, atmospheric temperature is

crucial at this time of year. Let's bomb the shit out of her, Mr. President.

Talk to me, Fitz. We 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.

The DBU's cost us $16 million apiece, sir. We don't want to waste that money

on a block of ice. I say we nail it with one of our subs. I got a tomahawk so

accurate it can shoot the tits off a Russian dollarina 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. So, Dr.

Gaines... Where are you from, Dr.

Gaines?

Um, 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 in the south. Do you

know Kerala? Kerala.

Right.

And you're going to stand there and tell us the most powerful army in the history

of the world is incapable of derailing a giant snow cone?

Gentlemen.

The computers of NOAA have run simulations of 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. We can't control the course of nature.

At least we can control the language and give ourselves a chance to manage the

narrative. What's the firewall?

Just the reference to have clarity. This is me.

The firewall is a network security device that uses AI to detect and

eliminate all words and phrases from any social media and or public

communications that we choose.

Fascinating. What words do you suggest we intercept?

Glacier. Explosion. Ice shield. Greenland.

Permafrost. Methane.

Iceberg. Gas.

Climate change. Let's think about that. Fly!

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 shall shut this.

So? Happens every other week. I watch that, you know?

Fuck it.

If Father Herb gets screwed with his 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.

Sorry. 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

muscle through. That deal was supposed to create jobs and bolts to 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've 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 a firewall, rummage, pray it's out.

All right, let us pray, little man.

We, the members of this cabinet, pray today for the Holy Spirit to descend and

inspire this humble church.

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 the secularism, so that all the country-ground 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 all nations.

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.

Thank you, sir.

That's my mother's secret spot.

Ah, that's your lover.

Well, Mr. President, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. We're in a tight spot,

but, uh,

it's 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 quiet 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

optic. Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! You want me to call someone, Mr. President? You want me to call

someone?

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 flags.

Casually, barely toward Northern Europe. God willing, she hangs her right heads

out to the Atlantic. Amen.

Man, 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 the 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... How about crossing any ocean? Telling anybody anything. A walk in

there will never solve the 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 minute.

See which way the wind blows.

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

whispering in your ankle cavity.

Let's just pray.

I don't have a pen.

838, the things, the perspectives are still skewed.

Please not tell me things I already know. No, you know what? When I say

skewed, I meant skewed.

Well, that's why I didn't hire a student designer when he was around four, didn't

I? Didn't I? No. I need two seconds more. I need to talk. I need to bring it

back to 60% and I need moments.

Okay?

You ready, mom? Yeah.

How long do you need?

20.

I was

just

going to say that I think there might be a level of specificity. This is not a

criticism.

I'm just saying that.

Curtis,

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

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

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 halls 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, Cassie, seriously.

Five minutes!

Thank you, five!

Here's the good one, it's your fault.

Hey,

Dad, I'm at the airport,

if you can call this an airport, and I'm just sitting 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 this, whatever,

there's like a big storm coming this way.

Please, off the light. We're about to take off. I'm sorry.

I'm just leaving a message to my dad. Sorry.

Between conditions, the ground, and 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 your opening night.

I looked at him, I told him he 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 PP meds? Are you taking them every day like you have to?

How are you feeling?

How did tech rehearsals go?

She's making some statement about.

She's got me.

Be happy.

Yes. I love you.

I love you.

I just

wanted

you to have this.

I wanted you to have this. Well, that's, uh... Look at that.

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

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.

Patience.

Patience.

All right, come on.

Yeah. Let's fucking go.

Five miles off the coast of Holland. That thing is huge.

It is indeed.

Brad, put up a comfortable. Put up Philadelphia.

What the hell is that?

That's Philadelphia compared to the ice shop.

Seriously?

All for fucks. sake.

Minus one minute.

I'm going under the knife. When?

Next Tuesday.

I can't waste two more days.

Okay, people. Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six. Five.

Here we go.

Hold on.

There. Oh, Jesus.

Oh, there we go. Put her down. Put her down. Come on. Why

don't you let me evacuate you? I'm sorry.

Shut up.

He's swallowed the whole side street.

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

Help Eddie prepare a response.

Eddie responded to me.

Don't you think it should be you? It's gonna be Eddie.

I'm headed to the hospital.

First I need to make a quick trip to the shed.

America has stood beside Europe in its darkest of hours and will damn well do

it again. And you say it.

America has stood beside Europe in their darkest of hours and will damn well do

it again.

Oh, you got your back, Eddie.

Yeah. Yeah.

But who's got yours, Dicker?

What's that supposed to mean?

Dick.

Dick.

Dick.

Dick.

If I didn't care,

more than words can say.

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

Council while he hides out playing the martyr battle of ass cancer of Walter

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

Olsen, so they can play the damn heroes. Shake that ass, mama!

Kyle, keep your mouth away from the... You know what I'm talking about.

That's right, Dr. Pat, but that just looks bad to you.

Just buy it.

She smells like a honey.

Cowards! They're just going to risk everything that we work toward, the

party, Alaska, all of it, just to cover their own asses. So change the story.

What story?

When any makes a speech, she's going to try to pass the blame, and then the

villain's butt, and 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, and the... Stop, Amber. I'm reading. Stop.

I can see the future as clearly as anyone, and that is why I've burdened

and invested billions into research and development of renewable and alternative

energy.

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.

The whole system is broken, like all the water, so that's not working.

Um, your water is coming. What is this?

Oh, it's an edit. I think Anna took some wine. That was just... What did she take

out? Well, I'm not going to understand it. I didn't memorize it. Oh, uh, call

Jose. Say why.

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

This is your rehearsing of playing. He was maybe interrupting you. Okay. Jose.

Jose.

What's happening?

Say that again. What do you mean?

No, you went in last.

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

and just... Just don't leave. I'll call you.

Wait for my call. What?

Home was on.

Hey,

hey. Hey, hey.

I thought you were in rehearsal.

No, it's lunch. Do you speak with home?

Yeah. When?

Yesterday. Why?

She was on a 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, but she wasn't. She

wasn't. She wasn't home.

What? Her flight.

She was leaving Jamaica in a prop plane that connected to Miami. No, she found a

flight. She must have missed the first flight. No, she found a plane.

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

Weather isn't always better. I know you know what I meant when I said it was

weather.

She had the message that she was on the line.

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 just not a gate in the airport close to Black River. It's a shack and a

runway.

I realize you're going to overreact. That's what I'm going to say. Always

overreact. Relax.

Focus on the play.

I'll find out what's going on.

Hey, baby, this is your day.

I love

you.

Thank you. Was that so hard?

I was talking to Joe.

Your wife rocks.

Shut up.

Just bring me an aspirin. Yeah, yeah.

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

That's living.

We, uh... Faith, Dr. Ganesh.

I have faith.

Belief.

You're not a big drinker, man.

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.

This is whiskey.

How would I know that?

It's your plane. Yeah.

I thought she was from EPA.

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

You know.

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

How do you know? You might say exactly what I want you to say. Thank you very

much.

Enjoy. Thank you.

Oh, there you go.

Two tortillas.

No, thank you.

Well, you don't even do one.

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.

Um, you see, the bluefin population has decreased by 97% in the last few years,

even though the administration won't label him endangered.

So I, I, I, I, I'll pass, thanks.

Thank you. Okay, thanks.

Your loss.

It's not ironic, isn't it?

Matt dedicates his entire existence.

The preservation of life and the process for getting to live himself.

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

That ain't being alive.

That's 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. Ganesh.

My faith.

Substance thinks hopeful evidence.

Evidence of things not seen.

A higher power.

Mr. Rockwell, why am I on this plane?

Help me shape the story.

They already know the story.

They know the facts.

The story has yet to be told.

Now do me a favor.

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

himself. Think you can do that?

Try? Yeah, I just bet you can.

Okay.

Now, what are some of the harshest attacks I can expect from those folks

who think that I'm just a scum of yours?

All those folks might say that bribing successive governments and the media to

willfully ignore CO2 emissions over the last half century is...

How will the single most heinous act in the history of mankind turn the

atmosphere into a carbon junkyard, wildfires, droughts, ice cubes?

A crisis of climate refugees burning fossil fuels is about to double the CO2

even when that happens. All the bears starve.

Penguins are going to off themselves in Norway's Olympic medal counters. Fuck.

Jesus, Mary P., Ganesh.

Oh, it's all fucking news. You said those folks. That's what those folks

would say. You know what? Fuck those people.

You're the expert. What would you say?

I would assume CO2 is not even your problem anymore.

That ship sailed 10 years ago.

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 not a

question you can ask. 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 sings

them, he prays over them, he massages their scales. You see, he's swimming

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.

And 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.

Last piece.

You are dead.

Thank you, Ganesh.

You know what, Ganesh?

You know what?

Honestly, I have no idea where that tuna came from.

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

to remind you, to assure you, to make you this sacred promise.

America has to decide Europe in her turkest of hours.

And we will damn well stand aside again.

Tell you the truth.

Please, please.

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

A machine that sells lies and uncertainties as conventional wisdom.

It's a machine that was concocted by Mr. Rockwell and his family.

CEOs of the world's major oil companies.

to achieve their organizing, media outlets, social platforms, and political

lobbies in an endless campaign to deliberately mislead the public and

legislators such as yourselves by misrepresenting climate science.

In the 1970s, their own scientists proved it.

CO2 traps evil.

are predicated on planetary devastation.

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

You can sell them for a-

I'm not going to kill you. I have people who do that for me.

Okay? I'm joking.

Sort of.

Have a drink.

I have some news.

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 tune it right up to spin the day off in years.

Eventually, she got sick. She started bawling 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 piece she

had left. It struck a vein. There was blood everywhere.

Five stitches.

Good morning.

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

That was our last moment together.

Why do you think that was, Cassie?

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 Mike.

Mr. Rockwell, they're ready for you.

I'm on it.

Sir, I guess I'm just going to have to wait.

Get in there.

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 her injury.

Look, he has wealth, a wife, a Harvard degree, a big car, a big bungalow.

Tell me, why should I give my daughter's hand to you?

I like you, cadets.

Yeah.

They're afraid to 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 the passive blame. All

I've seen is the point in the fingers.

Now, Dr. Dirk Ganesh has made a series of damning allegations regarding my

company and its practices.

And I'm here to look you in the eye.

And to tell you that every one of those allegations are absolutely,

unequivocally, 100% true.

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 in

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 they

give a fuck about me.

Was I really contributing back to the...

I can give misery to the catastrophe that you are facing today.

Sure.

Terrible. Yes.

But listen to me carefully.

It is the price of doing business.

disaster is just worse than the last until we finally achieved the

catastrophic until there's all finally reduced to one question why don't we

just stop drilling all together a simple answer is

because you know won't be

too

No matter how conscientious you pretend to be, you want to drive around in

cheapest fuel.

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

You want dirt cheap tickets to my whore company.

You can post your pen license in that habit. 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 them cell phone batteries. You can gawk at your TikTok.

that you can ask AI to solve the very same disasters that it's fueling.

Do you want freedom?

Freedom to bask in the comfort of your unsustainable life.

That is what I supply.

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

you love it.

They go to schools in and by. 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.

Amen.

Well, my fellow sister, she's young. Oh, she's smart.

She's a CEO of Vern Optimist, a company that I own. The company, like many

others, has spent billions of dollars on cutting-edge climate... mitigation

technology yeah transfer aerosol injection carbon

capture white paint

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 earth. Hell, there

wouldn't be a civilization to save...

the folks at home watching this right now.

I mean, you folks, you don't have the luxury of worrying about what's going to

happen, you know, 50 years from now.

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

I know life is hard.

It's hard.

I know it. You know it. Hell, most of the time, it just sucks.

But you know what would happen. What would happen if I stopped drilling?

You starve.

You freeze to death. That's what would happen to the millions of...

The 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?

Come on, get this up! How many private planes are out there getting refueled

and restocked?

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

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

parasites. A company that you now persecute. A company that...

minutes ago we were oh monkeys in her book i'll tell you what

when my granddaddy and these kids

The Arctic is melted as we speak.

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

frontier. An ice rush.

The wild fucking west.

Yeah. There's war.

There's a race.

The rest of China, they're already running.

I may not win.

Boy, you better hope I do. Because if not, in a few years, all of your

children, they'll be riding in Cyrillic.

mandarin because i'm the one who's gonna bail you're about this mess i'm the one

who's gonna keep us all from sinking into chaos you better pray i win this is

a fight to the death and it's either you and us or you or

us you decide which

love that that stock is blowing up as we speak you know when all else fails say

you just you hit him with the truth you know the hard truth just bang bang bang

whoo whoo all right now let's have to hit it full speed luke all right let's

let's go here it's now or never you understand yeah what the you

think was gonna happen i mean what isn't it a clear war seriously

I fucking hate.

Oh, no, son. Luke, this is yours.

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

Yeah, my sister?

Say that again, Luke.

Say that again.

Wait, wait, I got it. What was she screaming about?

All right, hey, Luke, first of all, she's my half-sister.

And second of all, 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.

Who's just watching this bomb-filler with a dead cat in his pocket as he took

on the world. Drink all that?

Not yet.

Hey, you gotta tell me.

You were in 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.

Yep. What was that, huh?

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 in it. I got a bad news.

So what do you want first?

I'll prepare a list.

Okay, okay.

What am I looking at? I'm looking at a kibble.

What the fuck is a kibble?

A methane explosion that triggered the calving of Judaism destabilized the

little fault line of the seabed in the Kara Sea.

It turns...

Set 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 size... I don't know, 600 square miles?

In English.

Seven times the size of Boston.

I'm gonna get myself a drink. Isn't there a vibe around here someplace?

You want some?

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

What's the good news? What is the good news?

What the hell you talking about?

What's the bad news?

Jimmy's headed straight for Alaska.

As you can see, sir, Kimberly is 30 times the size of Manhattan.

Stop calling Kimberly.

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

Kremlinova. Kremlinova. Don't compare it to Manhattan. Manhattan to New York is

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

matter, sir, because this ice shell is going to fuck the shit up. Words do

matter, Dr. Doom. Words are perception, and perception is reality. Oh, my God.

No!

Perception is not reality.

Perception is perception.

The iceberg doesn't care what you call it. She's a mountain of ice, the poles,

the tides, and the winds, and the currents, and she's going to fuck some

shit up, right?

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

That

race

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.

Like I said, no extra stress.

Want some tea?

No.

Well, that's great.

Just...

Fucking great. Mr. President, the area around Ottawa and Purdue 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 would crash. The dollar

would disintegrate.

Is that it?

Is that all the bad fucking news?

Yes, sir.

There's the nuclear waste, too.

Why? 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, they'll emerge and unleash a global pandemic.

I want to know how they did it, Digger.

Who? I told you, since the beginning, it was the Rootskies, didn't I? How'd they

do it? I think I'm weak. So, listen. No, listen!

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

all the sins of the world.

Didn't you hear that? It was true.

Greed, incest, lust, pedophilia, Islam, lesbianism, all of them. Why me,

Rockwell? I don't... I don't know. It's because this man embodies the whole

entire world by the will of God and by the will of the voters 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 knowledge

just clearly just filled my head. Just your knowledge.

How did the methane gas form under the bottom of the sea floor? It rose from

living organic matter and lingered under the ice of the damn right connection. I

can't believe I'm saying this, but that's correct. How did my cancer form?

The vapors from rotten organic matter lingered in my rectum. You see, my body

and the world, they all wanted the same.

But they cut it out yesterday. It was beach-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.

Because. Because of China.

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

communist sinner.

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, 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... A nuclear

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... No, I don't need it.

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

The Black Wolf 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!

Get out of here!

Mr. President, we have to do it, Tigger.

We have to do it or I'll die.

Why die in the world?

Precisely.

open the 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 what what the hell's in there three

books you have to read them all before you launch the nukes no red button oh

it's an urban myth it's three books i have to read all 30 book of the menu of

possible strike scenarios book about the atomic shelters the book with all the

launch codes god damn it Mr. President, if we nuke Kremlin Ova, 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 know, 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 Ova 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 our oil.

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

What do we do?

Okay, let's just make it through this tech break.

They wouldn't be on the train together. They legally cannot be on the train

together. It just undermines the whole truth. I don't know what you're doing.

I gotta be honest.

Can you just trust me?

Please.

And tomorrow we can have this conversation.

Four to six times.

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

Yeah, I can't hear you.

I need a goddamn second, please.

All right, everyone take turn.

I'm sorry.

Please just do that again, please. Slow.

It's just, I can choke on.

Okay, it 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!

Aggie, 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. Where is she?

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 and 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 number.

Did you ask them? Honey. Someone's got to know the flight number. Honey.

She's okay.

We don't know that. I know that. How the fuck do you know that? Because I heard.

I 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.

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 don't want 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 a bad 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 overhear you just now.

We were 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... Look, it doesn't matter. I think maybe I can help you track your

daughter down.

How?

Can I ask for her number?

What for?

Why? I mean, I... Why not? I don't have her flight data.

Her number's funny.

Number.

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

I got it.

I got it. You really get it.

Sorry.

Rockwell, I feel like you really understand him.

It's a lot of fun to watch.

Thank you.

nature has attacked us.

But we will not flinch.

We will not fail.

Now we face our greatest adversary today.

Is he okay?

Mr. President.

Sir.

What are you doing?

Mr.

President. Mr. President.

What was I saying?

We're here because we were called. The American soldiers always answer to come.

It's done, Mr. President.

Pramlanova'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.

Digger.

The world will be flooded.

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

Three or so.

Or so.

My goodness.

A comparable, another comparable. Jesus Christ.

The size of Toledo?

Texas?

I don't know, Hannah.

What are you doing?

Wandering my stuff, you know?

Okay, let's not do this here, all right?

Where the fuck would you want to do this? Fucking theater. I'm standing on a

fucking stage in the middle of a fucking scene. Where else would we do it?

Where would we do it?

What?

I'm so sorry about the intro. Chic.

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'd love to be more specific.

I'm an actor, and 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. Today, just turn the screens off. It's a scene.

What is it? Is it funny?

Is it meant to be funny? Take these guys and you're like, whoo!

to turn it into fucking O'Neill.

Everybody else is funny. It's satire. You monkeys.

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 living a single finger for an end to the insanity that led us here, that

led us to the world. Outside those doors, I mean, 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 fart. Oh,

you call it whatever you want, Curtis. It's entertaining.

Entertaining. Entertaining. Yes, grow up, just grow up.

So now 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 Rock.

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

uncultivated, a Bulgarian. But he who was also composed is frightening.

seductive psychopath.

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

No, he wasn't. Bye, bye, bye.

Woo!

Huh? The 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. Jimmy.

No, no, no, no.

It's not you. You are a great actor. You know what I'm saying. You are a great

actor. None of them were on the plane. You guys know what I'm talking about.

They weren't on the plane. We weren't on the plane. They weren't even allowed on

Air Force One to gather them.

What the hell is she doing on the plane?

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

20 years.

Doesn't matter.

today let's take our opportunity not just yet it's still my rehearsal it's my

theater not just yet

it

really doesn't matter

Satire, farce, drama, tragedy, it doesn't matter.

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

three actors doing a bunch of monologues. President Thompson, Ganesh,

the Reverend.

My uncle theater.

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 funny.

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

They clapped.

They stood up and cheered ferociously.

I don't know. What was it? Revenge?

Justice? A pound of flesh?

You'd think I'd be embarrassed or humiliated, angry. I wasn't any of that.

I stood up and cheered right along with them, sharing their anger.

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

Absolutely satisfied for that moment.

So I decided.

I tracked down the playwright, bought the rights.

i got hannah here to adapt it i hired you hannah because

i don't remember 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 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 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.

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 flip.

Ah!

Thank Christ.

You couldn't tell me that he was Kenny fucking Ruffalo?

his choice.

Five years of 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 Kremlin Novo, or

Digger, as if I possessed some sort of thermostat for the whole damn planet.

President Constance used to love watching the sunsets together.

They don't seem the same since he passed.

Take her!

Mother, she didn't mean to.

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 to take

a... Schumer?

Yeah, dickhead.

Texting with Zurich.

Texting.

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

minute.

Where's Dillian?

No idea.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Thank you, sir.

Now that I have only one desire.

I dare you! One desire.

Here, come on.

Sexy shimmer for you, Mr. Oswald. Hey, Bill, Bill, look, you gotta talk to

Eddie. I mean, get me out of here. One more, one more day on this ring 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? It means I'll see what I can do. I have to go. I gotta

go. I'll see what you can do. You tell me. You tell me.

The crowd made me shit that Eddie.

And he's gonna do it, Milt. Or you know it's coming.

Milt.

Milt.

We're gonna use bird count.

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

got. Cry all you want, but we are selling it. I'm not touching bird and

this is still my company.

Fuck you!

Fuck you so much!

Mr.

Rockwell?

They 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... What's taking so long?

His wife won't give us permission. Well, I'm out.

For religious reasons, you can't be consecrating me.

It seems that President Freeman has cut us off.

I don't know what that means.

Andy, the man who is now President of the United States cut off our supplies

and sent the military escort home.

The food, sir.

What about it?

Just like it.

What about it?

The dick took us all.

I grew up in El Paso.

Most

of

the crew have left.

of these supplies and some cases involved.

Fucking door!

There was nowhere else to keep him.

You got it?

There's no service at any.

I think they cut the satellite, sir.

We have maybe three, four days. We don't make it longer than that. There's a

whole ocean up there. You grab your pose. Get fishing.

We try, señor.

No fish. Water to water. We have to go home, señor.

God willing.

I will.

I will.

You don't get to wear this.

Before you, we, we, we kneel. We kneel 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 the love as we have shown you our.

Give me the miracle.

It's a miracle.

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.

Come.

Bless you, child.

Pedro. Pedro, rise.

Make him a feast.

God bless you. God bless you. God bless you.

Maggie, my cat.

That's not a cat.

It was before you met with Maggie. Give me your hand.

Hey.

Maggie.

How is it a cat?

Because everything changes, Kenny. You know?

One day you're a cat.

King.

Next day you just ashes in the box

What's

going on

Put your vest on.

Your mama's calling, okay?

Better be going now.

Okay. Bye.

Be a good boy.

I wish I could find a good book to live in.