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Previously on Salvation...

But like Darius said,
this bunker will protect us

from any nuclear strike.

And just how long are
we supposed to be down here?

Could be 30 days.

I didn't sign up for that.

I'm going to see my family.

(grunting)

HARRIS: Looks like
he fell from the gantry.

Maybe Joe hadn't given up
on finding a way out.

What if this wasn't an accident?

(distorted):
Global citizens, we are RE/SYST.

The United States and Russia
have initiated

an armed nuclear conflict.

We control one remaining ICBM
carrying 13 warheads.

Madam President.

We just received
the demands from RE/SYST.

They're assembling their own
asteroid mitigation project

with 30 scientists
from around the world.

They've given a list of names.

- Liam Cole.
- Hello, Liam.

- Croft?
- MACKENZIE: They're asking for Tanz

as their base of operation.

Well, they've taken away all my power.

I'm essentially useless.

Not to me.

I, Darius Tanz, do solemnly swear...

You're vice president?

I poured my heart out on that hill.

You're wondering why
I can't be emotional right now?

I-I can't be anything
right now. To anyone.

MACKENZIE: Monroe Bennett and
his men have managed to escape.

Now he and Claire Rayburn,
they're in the wind.

We need to find them.

- Madam President...
- Yes, Madam President,

finding Monroe Bennett and Claire
Rayburn will be my top priority.

We have control of three airbases
and two aircraft carriers.

- What are your orders?
- We will take back the White House.

By any means necessary.

Yes, Mr. President.

Are you prepared for the worst?

No problem.

Because we are.

Ride out the apocalypse in style

in one of our luxury survival condos.

Nestled safely underground,
this 22-story,

family-friendly complex
has all the conveniences

of a five-star resort.

And at a bargain of only
$5 million per family of four,

what are you waiting for?

The end of the world?

By then, it'll be too late.

The stock market is in free fall.

Many people have stopped
showing up for work.

NEWSCASTER: Police report
a spike in looting.

REPORTER: Believing Judgment Day
to be on the horizon,

many seeking solace
where they can find it.

CONGREGATION:
Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy Name,

Thy kingdom...

What's happening out there?

Everything.

(shouting)

(chanting indistinctly)

(door unlocking)

♪ ♪

HARRIS: That's everything

the NSA has on Bennett's
possible whereabouts.

The only way Bennett could have
escaped is with some help

in high places.

That's why I'm giving this to you.

I don't know who I can trust right now.

I need Monroe Bennett
brought in quickly, quietly.

Dead or alive.

Is this the president's edict or yours?

Bennett gave the order
that killed my son.

You're a father.

If someone was responsible
for Grace's death,

what would you do to them?

Nothing that can be repeated.

But Bennett deserves far
worse than a quick death.

He deserves to rot in prison,
not a hole in the ground.

(sighs)

All right, bring him in.

MAN: Find your name and take your seat.

There'll be a packet
there, waiting for you.

It's good to be back in this room.

Yeah, you steal all
your best ideas here.

I suppose I deserved that.

You deserve far worse than that.

What? Like a bullet in the shoulder?

I wish I'd put it through your heart.

Perhaps you'd like to switch seats.

So you can sit next to your... friend?

(distorted): Good morning.

Some of the greatest minds in the world

are assembled in this room today.

You are being asked to solve
the most critical problem

facing humanity:
how to deflect the asteroid

which is due to collide
with Earth in 121 days.

The goal is to quickly settle

on the plan which has the
highest probability of success.

You will divide into preselected
groups based on expertise.

Your group number is on your name card.

You will be well cared for,
provided you play by the rules.

Anyone who attempts to contact

the outside world
will face consequences.

Anyone who doesn't report them
will face execution.

(scientists murmuring)

We are RE/SYST.

(clock ticking)

JILLIAN: I've put together profiles

on anyone in the Ark bunker
who wasn't properly vetted

through the initial screening process.

Good. I'll need you to go through them
with a fine-tooth comb.

Okay, and, uh, what am I looking for?

Other than a... a "saboteur."

Inconsistencies, anything
that doesn't add up.

Think of it as a story you're writing.

Make sure the narrative
doesn't have any holes.

Okay.

Wait, Darius, isn't this your office?

No, no, no, no.

I-I asked them for
something more suitable.

- Like...?
- The attic.

Uh, the White House attic
is your office?

I can't think outside the box
from inside a box.

Oh, and Darius, about Joe Riggs,

the, um, man who passed away
in the bunker.

Yes. I'll pay the family
an official visit

to offer my condolences.
I should do that, shouldn't I?

As soon as I get back.

Wait, back from where?

(wings flapping)

(birds cooing)

(sighs)

HARRIS: You're insane.

"You're insane, Mr. Vice President."

Show at least some level of decorum,
Mr. Secretary.

Okay, Mr. Vice President, we cannot

authorize you traveling to New
Jersey, let alone Iceland.

RE/SYST has threatened
to drop nuclear weapons on anyone

who defies their travel ban.

Which is why I'll need
a stealth jet to get me there.

A B-2 bomber, to be more precise.
Fly under the radar, as it were.

- What's in Reykjavík?
- RISC.

Reykjavík International
Science Coalition.

RE/SYST has drafted
the world's best scientists.

We'll need to do the same
in order to implement my plan

to deflect the asteroid.

And what exactly is your plan,
Mr. Vice President?

A rail gun.

In layman's terms,

a massive magnetic cannon

that will fire a series
of hypersonic bullets

at the asteroid, knocking it off course.

Simple idea,
difficult execution, I'm afraid.

Which is why I need to get to Reykjavík.

RISC presides over
the world's largest supercollider.

A 17-mile pipe

- I'll repurpose into a rail gun.
- GRACE: Darius...

Mr. Vice President...
RISC is disbanding,

as are most international forums
right now.

Disbanding in 24 hours.

They haven't yet.

There isn't much time, so I'd appreciate

a signoff on a requisition form

or however it is one gets permission

to borrow a stealth jet these days.
I'm sorry, I'm new at this.

Madam President, I promise you,

the rail gun will work.

Grace.

I want you to accompany
the vice president.

Use that same diplomatic flair

you two so expertly displayed

- with our Russian friends.
- Will do.

You're only gonna have one shot at this.

You have 24 hours to get in,
get it done, and get home.

If you're caught crossing
international borders,

it will trigger a nuclear
response from RE/SYST.

Well, then, we'd better not get caught.

Synced & corrected by kinglouisxx
www.addic7ed.com

(grunts)

(exhales)

HARRIS: I'm sorry.

You got roped into this alone.

Babysitting Darius
halfway across the world.

You all right...

...in here?

(door closes)

Harris, I'm seeing her.

Everywhere. Claire.

I know, I know it's not real, and yet...

Grace. Grace, it's PTSD.

Now, you've been through a trauma.

Nightmares, flashbacks, it's all normal.

Yeah, well, this "normal"
is making me insane.

The guilt of carrying this secret...

Hey.

We're in this together.

I'm the one who pulled the trigger.

To save my life.

And I'll never forget that.

Hey.

I'm here for you, no matter what.

(knocking on door)

Grace.

Speaking of stealth, the jet's ready.

I'm Dr. Vinay Chandra from New Delhi,

specializing in orbital dynamics
and general perturbation theory.

Alycia Vrettou.

Born in Athens, Greece.
Studied at Caltech.

Undergrad in engineering physics.

PhD from ETH Zurich

in mechanical and aerospace engineering,

specializing in avionics.

Ah, I'm Professor Malcolm Croft,
formerly MIT,

specializing in planetary sciences.

And speaking of breakthroughs,
I created a working EmDrive.

With a little help from my
protégé over there, Mr. Cole.

(chuckles) A little help?

- Mm-hmm.
- Wait, wait, you have a working EmDrive?

That must have taken...

- Years.
- LIAM: Weeks.

Took him years. Me weeks.

I'm Liam Cole.

MIT, astrophysics.

Darius Tanz's head of new projects.

From the United States of America.

What country are you here
representing, comrade?

Well, we have to put forth
our best ideas here, so...

Well, he's the genius
who invented the EmDrive.

Why don't you start with him?

Croft, what brilliant idea
have you been incubating?

Well...

our EmDrive is attached
to a gravity tractor,

which should be reaching
the asteroid in a few weeks.

And once there, it's supposed
to slowly pull the asteroid

off its collision course
with Earth, but apparently

something didn't add up,
or we wouldn't be here.

So, Mr. Cole...

...you have any idea what went wrong?

Hmm?

DARIUS: The asteroid's iron core.

We didn't account for its density.

The-the gravity tractor's mass
may not be great enough

to move Samson off its course.

No.

Nothing?

No idea.

Hmm.

Well...

There are 30 different countries
represented at RISC.

You'll need a two-thirds majority.

Most influential members tend
to be the European Bloc.

They vote on a united front.

GRACE: Yes, but relations
are frosty right now

between the East and the West,

so you're gonna have to forge,
um, a détente of sorts.

They were frosty before
they knew the world

was about to be incinerated
by a space rock.

Perhaps now they're in a
more of a hugging mood.

Hmm. Wasn't it
Winston Churchill who said,

"Never let a good crisis go to waste"?

He had World War II.

You have an asteroid and a nuclear bomb.

Use them wisely.

So you and Harris seem cozy.

Really?

That's what you want to talk about?

Well, it's just an observation.
We don't have to talk about it.

Good, 'cause we're not going to.

Fellas, would you mind
just giving us a second?

Grace, is there something
I need to know?

- Because if there is...
- No, Mr. Vice President.

- Oh, stop.
- You wanted things to be professional.

I want things to be normal between us.

You say you're not a politician.

You certainly flip-flop like one.

You can't have it both ways.

(sighs) This is the new normal, Darius.

Get used to it.

(sighs)

HUGH: Fort Lesley J. McNair,

Washington Navy Yard,
National Guard Armory,

all reported missing munitions,
vehicles, even tanks.

Bennett's amassing an army.

- Only two reasons to do that.
- Yeah.

To defend or to attack.

He's got to be working
out of a shuttered military base,

somewhere within 20 miles of here.

I had three generals fail
to report for duty today.

All three were stationed

at Fort Reynolds at some
point in the last five years

before the base was closed.

Do you believe in coincidences?

Not since the night I
realized my father and Santa

were never in the same
room at the same time.

Makes perfect sense.

Go to ground you know,
where you feel safe.

They would know every inch of that base.

I'll assemble my team.

We'll move tonight. We'll need backup.

- You'll have it.
- See you there, Mr. Secretary?

I wouldn't miss it.

Sir, that detective from D.C. Law
Enforcement called again.

Third time.

- Did he say what it was about?
- Claire Rayburn.

Okay. Thank you, Lois.

So, are you on some kind of
suicide mission or just an idiot?

What are you talking about?

The world's greatest scientists
are assembled here

to save the world, and you
and your professor friend

are bickering like two little boys.

Former friend. That little
troll was selling secrets

- to the Russians.
- Oh, who cares, Liam?

You need to move on from the past.

Get on board to protect our future.

Get on board with RE/SYST?
They're criminals.

They dropped a nuke on Kansas.

No. They moved a nuke to Kansas.

Have you ever thought about what
Russia's original target was?

RE/SYST stopped the United States

and Russia from destroying each other.

The arrogance of your countries,
it's obscene.

Well, you, okay, you seem to be
a huge fan of RE/SYST.

I'm not big on being held hostage.

You think I want to be here?

Look, maybe you have nothing
to live for, but I do.

RE/SYST is not the problem. You are.

You said you were calling from
the Office of Strategic Plans?

(under breath): Is that even a thing?

Oh, yeah, no, uh, of course it is.

Uh, yeah, sorry.

The vice president
is currently unavailable.

Will return.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I just need you to sign for this.

Jillian?

Yeah?

It's me, Nate Ryland.
Thomas Jefferson High School.

Sophomore year?

Mrs. Lattimore's English class? Nate?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.

Sorry, I didn't recognize you.

Uh, without the braces and the acne?

Yeah, I hope not.

So, office of the VP, impressive.

- (laughs)
- How are you holding up

with all the crazy going on out there?

About the same as everyone, I suspect.

Uh, so you work at the White House?

Uh, DoD, actually. I'm a liaison
to the White House.

I deliver classified documents.

- (both chuckle)
- Oh, you mean like this box?

The one that I now have access to.

FBI, NSA, Homeland...
all the names you requested.

(phone ringing)

You're busy.

I'm gonna take off, but, uh,

we should catch up,
grab a drink sometime.

Yeah. Yeah. Uh, yes. Um...

Vice President Tanz's office.

NEWSCASTER (on radio):
This is a special report.

Streets are deserted,

as most citizens hunker down
with their families,

unsure of what the future holds.

Whiplashing between multiple crises,

Americans don't know which way to look.

Meanwhile, Vice President Tanz's
approval ratings

are at a record high.

(siren chirps)

Listen, Officer,
I'm in a bit of a hurry.

- My name is Harris...
- Harris Edwards.

You're a hard man to reach.

Detective Alonzo Carter.

D.C. Police.

Investigating the disappearance
of Claire Rayburn.

Mm-hmm.

Mind if I ask you a few questions?

DARIUS: Good day. We're here
to see the director general.

My name is Darius Tanz.

- Is she expecting you, sir?
- No, but she'll...

He's here on official business

as vice president
of the United States government.

There wasn't time
to make an appointment.

Grace Barrows, senior advisor
to the president

of the United States.

One moment, Ms. Barrows.

Thank you.

Way to throw our weight around.

If you got it, flaunt it.

Okay, clock's ticking.
What's our first move?

Get Rosetta to convene one last
meeting with the council,

- so I can address them directly.
- Rosetta?

We're old friends.

Gun!

(indistinct shouting)

This is obviously a mix-up.

We're representatives
of the United States government

here to speak with Dr. Stendahl.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Darius.

I don't know how you got
into the country,

but if you don't leave immediately,

security will be forced to shoot.

Drop your weapons. This is madness.

Darius, do not make this
any harder than it needs to be.

Rosetta, I have a plan to save us all.

Shoot me and you'll be killing
seven billion people

with that bullet.

It's good to see you, too.

Detective, I'm guessing

this isn't exactly department protocol.

Well, protocol has kind of gone

out the window these days,
Mr. Secretary,

with the world being what it is.

But, uh, I won't take up
too much of your time.

I haven't seen Claire since the
nuclear threat was announced.

She took off, along with Monroe Bennett.

I assume wherever he is, she is.

What was your relationship with her?

We worked together, as you know.

Seems like you were more
than just work friends.

Unless...

...this was just casual Friday.

(scoffs)

We were involved three years ago.

I was married. She was divorced.

I broke it off. We remain cordial.

(chuckles): "Cordial."

I like that word.

Her place was scrubbed clean.

No prints.

Not even her own.

It's unusual, don't you think?

Look, Detective, I know you're
just trying to do your job,

and I wish I had more information.

But right now

I've got the security
of the country on my back,

and this is not my priority.

Now, if you don't exit
the car immediately,

we're gonna have a problem.

(chuckles softly) Okay.

Thanks for your cooperation,
Mr. Secretary.

(door closes)

I see you follow instruction

about as well now as you did at MIT.

What were you thinking,
violating the travel ban?

Rosetta and I were classmates...

and friends, so I thought.

- You put us all in grave danger.
- You're right.

We are in danger, which is why I need

to speak to the council immediately.

You're too late. RE/SYST has
ordered the council to disband.

We're shutting down.

Not for 12 hours.

- There's nothing I can do, Darius.
- Yes, there is.

You hold the power to call a vote.

You can keep RISC operational.

If we defy them, they have threatened

to drop their bombs on London, Berlin,

- Vienna...
- And that scares you more

than complete annihilation
of the planet?

Let's just say
they're both equally terrifying

and call it a draw.

People have lost their minds here.

The past few weeks have been...

Unlike anything the world has ever seen.

Dr. Stendahl, RE/SYST doesn't
want to drop those nukes,

but they do want to scare us
into believing they will,

to control us

through fear. We can't kowtow to them.

And we can't rely on them
to solve the problem.

They are the enemy.
We are the resistance.

It's up to us to save our future.

Remember what we used to say?

"Ex nihilo nihil fit"?

Nothing comes from nothing.

HARRIS: Who else knew
about the console's ability

to connect to the outside?

CROFT: It doesn't work.

You don't think I tried?

RE/SYST has plugged every hole
in the Tanz network,

including the one in this game.

You're not gonna communicate
with the outside world this way.

So, what, are you gonna turn me in?

Oh, no, no.

Then, what do you want, Croft?

(whispering): I come in peace.

Come on.

Thank you, Mr. Ortiz.

Yeah, the vice president just wanted

to make sure we had
all your correct information.

(sighs)

- What's your name?
- Joe Riggs.

(loud thud)

HARRIS: Maybe Joe hadn't given up

on finding a way out.

Or maybe he just gave up.

- (special information tone plays)
- OPERATOR: We're sorry.

You have reached a number
that has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

Hi. This is Jillian Hayes

from the vice president's office.

I'd like to request a car.

Russian, no doubt.

Oh, yeah, that's funny.
That's really funny.

Mm-hmm. I don't remember
you being such a jerk.

- I studied under the best.
- Yeah.

(mugs clink)

Listen, we don't have time to chat.

What went wrong
with the gravity tractor?

By all accounts it should have worked.

Look, Liam, don't be a fool.

If you know something,
you need to share it.

No. No, I don't.

I don't have to do anything, Croft.

I don't trust them, and I definitely

- don't trust you.
- Look, I'm sorry.

I really am.

But what happened

is less important
than what is happening.

We've got some of the greatest
minds in the world gathered.

We've got 14 Nobel Prizes in that room.

Our best hope for saving
the planet is right here.

But if you know something

and you're holding back,

then, you're not hurting me.

You're not hurting RE/SYST.

You're destroying the planet.

You think about that.

Look, I know you gotta be you,

and that works most of the time,

but you never tried to get consensus
from 30 countries at once,

none of whom have a favorable
impression of the U.S. right now.

Meaning?

Meaning you're not just
here as a scientist

but as a diplomat.

Remember, détente.

You have to play nice if you
want them to share their toys.

I was never good at playing nice.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

DARIUS: Thank you, council members,

for gathering on such short notice.

I appreciate your forbearance.
(Darius clears throat)

You are risking devastating consequences

simply by listening to me today.

The fact that you are
here is already a victory

of hope over fear.

Now, I have a plan to stop
the asteroid that will work,

but I need your cooperation
to make it happen.

The plan:

we repurpose the supercollider
here at RISC,

turning it into a rail gun.

Using material technology
developed by Dr. Raul Aguirre,

we shoot thousands of iron sabot shells

encased in dense, depleted uranium

capable of knocking
the asteroid off course.

Instead of hyperaccelerating
subatomic particles,

we will use magnets
to launch our projectiles.

Why should we trust the United States?

You incited a nuclear
conflict and allowed RE/SYST

to take the world hostage.

Your plan puts all
of our countries in jeopardy.

If-if RE/SYST was to find out
any of us cooperated,

they'd drop warheads,

kill millions of people.

WOMAN: America is a pariah, Mr. Tanz.

There is no goodwill left here.

MAN: We are not going to risk the lives

of our citizens for a plan
that may or may not work.

This meeting is over.

Oh, so you cowards are just
prepared to die, is that it?

We are going to have to trust RE/SYST.

- Your plan will get us all killed!
- RE/SYST?

Y-You're entrusting
the fate of the planet

to an extremist group?

A group that incited
a nuclear war between nations,

all so they could look like heroes.

Make no mistake. This is terrorism,

pure and simple, and it will not stand.

No.

These are not the people

that we should entrust
with the fate of the world.

We are.

Are there risks? Of course.

Only a fool would deny it.

But the...
but the greatest risk right now

is that asteroid hurtling toward us.

And the only way to stop it is science.

(representatives murmuring)

If-if you'll just hear me out.

Please.

Throughout time,

thinkers like Galileo and Turing

have led the way, braving ridicule
and even death

to-to-to push mankind

up the hill of history.

This is our time to stand tall,
our time to lead.

I ask you this:

if not us, then who?

Darius Tanz!

(representatives screaming)

(overlapping chatter)

- Move!
- MAN: Keep his hands behind his back.

Darius?

Move. Move. Move.

Darius.

No.

(sobbing): No.

(gasping)

(representatives gasp)

Are you okay?

Thanks to a fantastic tailor
in, in Bogotá.

A bulletproof shirt?

Graphene fiber...

antiballistic fabric.

Very expensive, but...

light as a feather.

It's okay.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

(sniffles)

(grunts)

Get him out of here.

You'll kill us all, Darius Tanz.

We should trust RE/SYST.

They will save us.

They will save us!

Sir, we need to get
you to the plane. Now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

First rule of diplomacy:

never let a good crisis go to waste.
(groans)

Help me up.

Now, where was I

before I was so rudely interrupted?

(representatives chuckle)

(doorbell rings)

- Mrs. Riggs?
- Yes.

My name is Jillian Hayes.
I'm sorry to disturb you.

Um, I'm here on official business

from the office of the vice president.

I'm sorry about the loss
of your husband.

My husband?

Yes.

Has no one contacted you?

MAN: Honey? What's going on?

Joe, this lady from the
vice president's office seems

to think you're dead.

MAN: Well, obviously I'm not.

Uh... thank you very much for your time.

CROFT: Enveloping the asteroid

in a carbon fiber mesh
could alter its flight path.

It's a glorified trawling net.

And it's unsustainable, Croft,

not when you consider the time factor.

I ran the numbers.

At ten million Newtons
per square centimeter...

- Stop.
- He speaks.

We thought maybe
someone cut out your tongue.

It's not gonna work.

Neither will the rocket thruster
or the drill bomb.

It's not gonna work.

None of these ideas are gonna work.

(mumbling): All right, well...

Show me this again.

Liam. Liam!

Okay, clearly, you have
information you're withholding.

What aren't you telling us?

We don't have time
for your games, Mr. Cole.

My games? What about your games,
Ms. Vrettou?

What?

Earlier, you went straight
to those tea bags.

You knew exactly where everything was.

It's a break room,
not the labyrinth of Knossos.

It doesn't take a genius
to find some tea bags.

Actually, it does. I couldn't
find them for, like, a week.

I don't have to answer to you.

Well, you do
if you want answers from me.

If you want to know my
secrets, I need to know yours.

Fine. Okay, have it your way.

Wait.

You're right.

I have been here before.

I used to work for Darius.

HARRIS: How long before we move?

Any moment now.

I had a visit
from a D.C. Metro detective

looking into Claire Rayburn's
disappearance.

This gonna be a problem?

Not for us. My team took care of it.

Yeah, a little too well.

There were no prints
at her house, not even hers.

Better that than yours.

There's no way to tie Grace,
you or me to that body,

wherever it may be.

You don't know?

In my line of work,

you don't ask a question if
you don't want the answer.

MAN: Blackbird One, this
is Blackbird Leader.

Ready to move on your command.

Showtime.

MAN: Move out.

Let's go.

Over here.

Sir, we have a problem.

You're gonna want to see this.

(Darius groans)

You all right?

We got the two-thirds vote we needed.

It was a nasty scrum,
but we won the day.

Congratulations on your first
victory as vice president.

Our victory, Grace.

I could never have gotten
this far without your diplomacy.

Convincing Rosetta was just as important

as convincing the rest of them.

It seems we were able to
achieve détente after all.

I hope so.

Darius, wait.

There's a problem.

It's just over here, sir.

We're too late.

He's gonna go public.

Question is... what's he gonna say?

The Mackenzie regime
has committed treason

and lied to the American people.

They are criminals who must be stopped.

I am still the president
of the United States of America,

and I am going
to take back the White House.

So, why all the secrecy?

Thousands of people
have worked for Darius.

It didn't end well.

What? He fired you?

Fired me?

(snorts)

He ruined me.

For seven years we worked
together side-by-side

until I outpaced the "master"
and developed some technology

that could change the world.

And he kept her all for himself.

Her?

Tess.

Tess? Tess?

You developed the software
for one of the most

advanced learning
computers in the world?

He promised he would share
the knowledge with the world,

that it wouldn't just be
a money-making enterprise.

But at the end of the day, his
narcissism wouldn't allow that.

And when I challenged him
to do the right thing?

Well, let's just say
he didn't like that very much.

And it's pretty difficult
to get a job in the tech world

after Darius Tanz blackballs you.

That doesn't sound
like the Darius I know.

Yeah, well...

give it time.

But this isn't about Darius.

There are people out there that I love,

that I want to live to get to see again.

The sooner we solve this,

the sooner the world
goes back to normal.

If we could focus
solar radiation on one point

long enough, we may be able to
super-heat the asteroid surface,

vaporizing it,
causing the rocket effect.

Excuse me, Croft.

What are you doing? What are you...?

Would you stop that?!

Stop. You're erasing hours of work!

None of your ideas will work

because the asteroid has an iron core.

- MAN: Iron core?
- MAN 2: Iron core?

CROFT: No, no. We have
data, we have images.

It's a rubble pile held together
by its own gravity.

Yes, on the outside,

but underneath, it is iron,
much too dense

- for any of these current calculations.
- What?

You've been holding
this back the whole time?

And I'm sorry.

But we got to save the world,
and I know what to do.

All right. Here.

DARIUS: There must be something we can

say or do to change their minds.

STENDAHL: You have to understand.

Making a deal with the Mackenzie
administration was risky

enough for us, but now...

No one feels they can trust
a United States in chaos.

Believe me,
I'm as disappointed as you are.

We've run out of options.

Sir?

What if we haven't...
run out of options?

What if I could get access
to the Maxwell Collider?

GRACE: Wait. You mean

that particle accelerator in Virginia?

It's half built, abandoned.

It's half built if we need
a particle accelerator.

As far as planetary-scale rail guns go,

we could convert it.

We?

No one knows the complexities of
magnetic systems better than you do.

It's not optimal.

We'd need a team, of
course, but it's something.

A place to start.

But I can't do it without you.

And you're telling me this will work?

It can if we get it done in time.

It-It's not gonna be easy.

But nothing comes from nothing.

(sirens wailing)

_

CROWD (chanting):
Take her down! Take her down!

Take her down! Take her down!

Take her down! Take her down!

Take her down! Take her down!

Take her down!

(sighs)

Hmm. Hello?

- Grace.
- Jillian.

Uh, there's someone here to see you.

(whispering): A detective.

(whispering): What?

Can I help you?

I hope so.

Detective Alonzo Carter, D.C. Police.

I'm investigating the
disappearance of Claire Rayburn.

Doesn't D.C. Police have more
pressing matters right now

than Ms. Rayburn's whereabouts?

Mm, probably, but I don't.

Claire is my sister.

Honey,

I'm right here.

CROWD (chanting):
Take her down! Take her down!

And I thought Iceland was tense.

Bennett's played this perfectly.

By going public the way he did,
he's inoculated himself.

We've lost our chance
to handle this discreetly.

I'll say. He's got an army
waiting in the wings.

All we can do now is prepare.

Prepare for what?

War.

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