All language subtitles for Salvation.S01E09.1080p.HDTV.X264-DIMENSION

- Previously on Salvation...
- RE/SYST.

The hacker group sent you
the photo unsolicited?

Yeah.

I should get something
for my troubles, no?

NAOMI: I've done a deep dive
on Zoe Barrows.

DYLAN: She friended me.

Our parents are dating.

- You're back.
- Two conditions.

- First, I'm gonna lead the room.
- Done.

And the other thing?

JILLIAN: I want to know
what I'm really working on.

DYLAN: There's a manhunt for Darius Tanz

and Grace Barrows in Moscow.

They're wanted for murder.

- TANZ: Professor Croft.
- Welcome to Moscow.

You're not dead.

Son of a bitch!

Atlas is a weapons program.

TANZ: Yes, except the weapon

was an asteroid.

And we crashed it into Russia?

Can the United States of America
and Russia

ever learn to trust each other
after all that happened?

Well, the Russians say there's no deal

unless Grace and Darius
run point on this operation.

Seems they're the only ones
the Russians trust.

HARRIS: And the only ones we don't.

Grace Barrows, you're under arrest.

What?

HARRIS: For violation of the Logan Act.

But only if you want it to.

(door closes)

(thump in distance)

Zoe?

(♪♪♪)

(sighs)

(cell phone ringing, vibrating)

Hey, Zoe. Thank God it's you.

Yes, I'm fine. I'm okay.

I'm so sorry about what happened here.

It's just a-a huge misunderstanding.

(sighs)

Honey, it's a long story.

The important thing is
that I'm home and I'm safe.

No, no, no, you stay put at Dad's.

We'll talk in the morning, okay?

I love you.

(grunting)

(Grace screams)

(gasping)

(silenced gunshot)

(body thuds)

GRACE: Hi, Daddy, it's me.

I think I need your help.

The EmDrive... they said
it couldn't be done.

But we did it.

It's beautiful.

TANZ: Let's admire it while we can,

because tomorrow
it moves to the launch bay.

And to think, all it took was
a billion dollars,

a supercomputer,
an extremely rare space rock...

And a turncoat professor.

Yeah.

I still can't believe Croft's alive.

He sent his most sincere
apologies, by the way.

I don't know if I feel better or worse

that I'm not a killer.

If it's any consolation,

the Russians didn't seem
particularly enamored with him.

And do you think we can trust them

not to double-cross us?

This is the only one of its kind.

If anything happens to it,

we do not have time to build a new one.

Which is why the EmDrive stays with me

and the launch codes stay with Tess

until I'm satisfied that the Russians

and the Pentagon play nice.

(sighs)

Big day tomorrow.

Good work, Liam.

HUGH: Good thing your mother
and I didn't take that cruise.

Just the one slug, right?

Anyone else know about this?

I don't know who I can trust.

(blows)

What are you doing?

He was carrying a Beretta PX4.

No serial number, custom compensator,

six-inch silencer.

Meaning?

The guy was a pro.

If we can I.D. him,

we might be able to figure out
who hired him.

What exactly did you do

for the CIA?

I'm not sure why I thought
you'd answer that.

It's encrypted.

I know a guy
pretty good with technology.

- He should be able to crack it.
- I know a guy, too.

Trust me, mine's better.

Look, I'm sorry I...
brought you into this.

You did the right thing.

I'll cash in some favors.

In a few hours, there'll be
no blood, no DNA, no body.

You'll never know
anything happened here.

But I will know.

I'll know a man tried
to kill me in my living room.

I mean, how do I keep that from Zoe?

H-How do I even go back to work?

Here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go upstairs
and get dressed,

as if it were any other day.

You're gonna put on your makeup.

(elevator bell chimes)

HUGH: You're gonna walk
into the Pentagon

like you've done
a thousand times before.

Because there's nothing else you can do.

When you come across the person

who never expected to see you again,

you'll know it.

(♪♪♪)

Well, shall we get started?

(elevator bell dings)

(♪♪♪)

(computer chimes)

First, Defense Minister Toporov,

I'd like to thank you for agreeing

to this joint effort between
Russia and the United States.

Don't thank me,
thank Mr. Tanz and Ms. Barrows.

Their courageous actions

made this possible.

Don't fret, Mr. Minister,
Grace has already been given

the standard American pat
on the back for a job well done.

Right, Mr. Deputy Secretary?

Mr. Tanz, if you please,
take us through the plan.

TANZ: Certainly.

First...

we install the EmDrive
on the gravity tractor.

We then load that onto
the Goliath Two rocket.

Once in orbit, the EmDrive
will initiate thrust,

and propel the GT to the asteroid.

And once it reaches it?

Flies alongside it,

creates a gravitational force
that pulls the asteroid

off its trajectory.

Just enough to miss our fair planet.

But to accomplish this,

we have to launch within 72 hours.

(voice fading)
The GT takes four weeks to get

to the asteroid, and as many months

to do its job, and we're out of time.

(Harris continues talking indistinctly)

(♪♪♪)

HARRIS: Grace? Grace?

Excuse me?

The deal? About the launch codes?

Yes, uh, our government
has agreed to grant Darius

and his team full control
of the gravity tractor launch,

with joint supervision by both
Russian and U.S. officials.

To ensure there's
no foul play, on either side.

TOPOROV: Our scientists maintain
there are still risks.

There's risk when
you walk across the street.

This option is, to be frank,

our last best hope
to preserve life on this planet.

Your terms are acceptable.

My scientists will stand at the ready.

Upon success,

may we usher in a new era of peace.

TOPOROV: Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

CALHOUN: In light of
all that's transpired

between our nations, we thank you

and your country for this leap of faith.

I'm not always the keenest
observer of moods,

but if I'm not mistaken, you
don't seem very happy about...

(lock clicks)

...saving the world.

Someone tried to kill me.

What?

Last night, after you left,
someone was in my house.

- Are you all right?
- Me? Yeah.

Him not so much.

You didn't call the police.

My father handled it. Don't ask.

Why would someone want me dead?

Atlas?

Or to blow the deal.

- If you wouldn't have shown,
- the Russians would've gotten spooked,

called off the launch.

This is all we found on the body.

It's encrypted. If you can
crack it, maybe we can...

(phone vibrating)

(phone beeps)

(line clicks, beeps)

(whispering) Someone's checking in.

To see if the job was done.

Grace, we're gonna find
out who targeted you,

and when we do, there'll be hell to pay.

Here you go.

New I.D. badge, new title.

Skybox supervisor.

Hey.

If the gravity tractor is gonna launch,

why is Darius moving forward
with the Ark Project?

That's a worst-case scenario, you know.

Not sure I can do this.

- What?
- Just...

look them in the eye,
lie to their faces?

Well, does it... does it
help that Mason's a prick?

No.

Remember you have an
important mission...

and it's for the greater good.

That's the way I got through it.

Liam, I, uh...

I just can't...

jump back into... us.

I'm still trying to process
everything that's happened.

No, I know. I know.

Can we just... take it slow?

Sure.

What, like, snail slow?

Like turtle slow.

Sure. I mean, turtles are much
faster than snails, right?

Come on, get in there.

TANZ: ...team of scientists
worked around the clock

to develop this technology.

It's truly a thing of wonder,

and we're very proud
to have it and to show it to you...

(talking quietly)

Ah, Liam.

Guys, can you give us a second?

Liam, this is Dr. Vassily Orlov,

Chief Science Advisor to the Kremlin.

Quite the pleasure to meet you.

What you have accomplished here

is nothing less than extraordinary.

Well, uh, thank you, Dr. Orlov.

A lot of blood, sweat and tears
went into this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we'll need six hours to
disassemble the EmDrive,

two hours to transport to Wallops,

and then ten hours to reassemble

and load onto the gravity tractor.

Mr. Cole here has been instructed

to oversee the care and feeding
of the EmDrive.

Direct all questions to him.

It's been a pleasure.

Thank you all.

Um, this is a room full
of military bigwigs,

and you want me to be in charge?

In any baseball game,
the umpire has the power.

If there's trouble, buzz me.

(chuckles softly)

ED: So, when I explicitly told
you to drop the Atlas story,

you decided, "Hey, why not do
the exact damn opposite"?

It needed to be told.

There are a dozen places

I can call right now
that would jump at the chance

to expose a government
conspiracy this big.

Your sources are all off the record.

Yeah, like a little thing
called Watergate.

- Amanda...
- Everything in that envelope

not only matches up
with what I already know,

it filled in all the gaps.

And you don't find that convenient?

The missing details regarding
the story of the century

fall out of the sky
and land on your desk?

You're right.

It is the story of the century.

And it's my name on the byline,

so if I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

Fire me. Sue me. Okay?

But if I'm right, Ed...

Capitol Eyes will be the
hottest news site in the world.

DYLAN: A misunderstanding?

What kind of misunderstanding
gets your mother

arrested by her alleged
boyfriend and Pentagon police

and then released the same day?

I know.

It's... incredible.

The lies just keep coming with her,

and I don't know what to think.

What if... what if
I did know what to think?

What does that mean?

Well, you know you're going to Africa

because you want to make a difference.

Yeah.

What if you could do
some of the most important work

of your life right here?

With me.

Doing what?

GRACE: What are we looking at?

TANZ: Tess unlocked your
would-be assassin's phone,

but it had another layer of encryption

to conceal all incoming
and outgoing messages.

TESS: Decrypting now.

GRACE: It's my address.

(sighs)

Sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

You're lucky to be alive.

(computer beeps)

GRACE: "Consider it done.

Then Tanz. Money is in your account."

I was next.

We need to find out
who he was working for.

Tess, can you extract
the sender's phone number?

TESS: It's a 710 area code.

Wait, 710... that's reserved
for government officials

during emergencies
when normal networks are down.

- Someone's using it for cover.
- Because it's untraceable.

We may be able to find
where the texts came from.

Tess, try and geotag
those incoming messages.

Meantime, I'm getting you a bodyguard.

Come on, don't be ridiculous.

Grace, I'm not gonna allow
anything to happen to you.

Darius, what happened in Moscow...

Needs to stay in Moscow. I know.

Things are just too...

- Complicated.
- No.

Insane.

Damn, just when I thought we were

finishing each other's sentences.

The bodyguard... you-you
won't know he's even there

unless you need him.

(phone chimes, vibrates)

Dr. Orlov, you're leaving?

Why?

We've received instructions.

The deal on the table has been revoked.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Tanz.

I'm so sorry.

GRACE: Liam, what's going on?

This.

HARRIS: I understand, sir.
I urge you to reconsider.

Yes, of course.

The Russians just pulled their people.

The joint launch is off.

What the hell is happening?

Capitol Eyes?
No one reads this trash.

CALHOUN: No one has to.

It's being picked up by every major

news organization in the country
and it's spreading.

But the-the Russians
already know about Atlas.

What's changed?

The article says Chelyabinsk
wasn't an accident.

That we landed a meteor there
on purpose.

HARRIS: So, in other words,

the truth.

(whooping, excited chatter)

(upbeat music playing)

I told you I'd put us on the map.

You did. I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

Hey, everyone, listen up, listen up.

Look, before today,
this little site of ours

never got 10,000 hits
on a single article.

Today, we're about to hit a million.

So, please, raise a glass
to our intrepid reporter

Amanda Neel.

Hopefully she remembers us
after she wins a Pulitzer.

(laughs) Cheers.

(applause, whooping)

Mm.

Ed, the White House
just issued a statement.

Turn it up.

Mackenzie, who denounced
the website as rag journalism,

issued the following statement:

"We categorically deny the allegations

"published by Capitol Eyes.

- "The article was unsourced,
- (phones ringing)

"false, and further proof
that the deep state

is attempting to undermine
this presidency."

MAN: Someone answer the damn phones!

Just say, "No comment."

President just called us liars
on national television.

Well, what did you think
she was gonna say?

"Oops, I intentionally bombed
Russia with space rocks. Sorry."

- MAN: No comment.
- WOMAN: No comment.

This is why Russia has been
at odds with us.

Why someone tried to kill me
when I poked my nose into it.

MAN: We have no comment at this time.

(phones continue ringing)

WOMAN: No comment.

If we can't shore up on this story fast,
our heads are gonna roll.

You need to haul ass and
get sources on the record, now!

Minister Toporov,

is there anything
I can do to persuade you?

Of course. I-I understand.

(phone chimes)

It's over.

Amanda Neel just texted me
a link to the article.

Darius, she's asking
me if I'm her source.

Asking you? She doesn't know?

She must think I leaked
the information to her.

First, someone tries to kill me.

Now Atlas leaks to the press.

This-this timing can't be a coincidence.

(phone chimes)

It's my father.

He's got intel.

Russian subs are moving back
into firing range.

By tomorrow, we'll be
where we were a week ago.

Except now we have less than

36 hours before the asteroid
crosses the Rubicon line.

The point of no return.

As expected, the president is furious
about the Atlas leak.

She's issued a statement
categorically denying.

(sighs)

If she doesn't own this, apologize...

Apologize?

Sir, all due respect,

that may be the only way to get
Russia back in our good graces.

So we're not just duplicitous,
we're also gutless?

You said the Russian subs

won't be back in firing position
until tomorrow.

Yes, but the odds...

Just tilted in our favor.

We are going to launch
that gravity tractor.

There's only one EmDrive.

They shoot it down, we're done.

The president needs
to acknowledge this. Claire.

The president has stated clearly

that no such thing will be happening.

She feels it will diminish us
on the world stage.

So instead we're moving forward
with this suicide mission?

Suicide is waiting
for Russia's permission.

Now, if we launch
before the Russian subs

reach firing range, we stand a chance.

Now, Tanz has those launch codes.

I need you to get them for me. Now.

CLAIRE: Harris?

This is madness.

We're in this situation because

the president won't own what she did,

what she ordered us to do.

Harris.

POTUS is not herself.

What does that mean?

The president

is... ill.

I fear she's not in a position
to make the best decisions.

When were you planning on
sharing this with me?

Senior cabinet members felt

if the Russians knew,
they'd think we were weak.

We're out of moves.

There is one.

Enlist Darius Tanz.

- (scoffs)
- He's the one holding all the cards.

We need to stack the deck in our favor.

(sighs)

Whatever your feelings are for him,

you have to set them aside.

This is our last shot, Harris.

Liam, thanks for seeing me.

Not here. Come on.

AMANDA: Did you send me
that story to sabotage me?

LIAM: What? No. I have much
more pressing issues than you.

I know the story is true, Liam.

I just need a source to go on record.

- You or Darius Tanz, or someone.
- I'm sorry.

- It's not gonna happen.
- Come on.

My career's hanging by a thread.

(scoffs)

- You owe me.
- For what?

Screwing up my life?

If you don't want me
to tell your girlfriend everything...

A-Are you threatening me?

Really?

- Amanda.
- Jillian.

You're back.

Yeah. And so are you.

Listen, for the record,

that kiss between Liam and me,
it didn't mean anything...

...to me.

It's great to see you both.

The instinct...

to say nothing...

is a good one.

(church bell tolling)

I was able to run his prints.

His name was Michael Owens.

It was easier to compartmentalize

before he had a name.

He has no employment history after 2012

or a current address on file.

And this...

was the only identifying
mark on his body.

Tattoo. He was military.

Air Force.

Flew in the same squadron
as someone you know.

Who?

Your boss. Harris Edwards.

Gracie, if you ever trusted him,

don't.

TANZ: Grace,

look who decided to make a house call.

Hello.

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

Pentagon security is on their
way to confiscate the EmDrive

and transport it to the launching pad.

We don't have much time for discussion.

And you're coming to us
for help to try and stop it.

Why should we believe
anything you have to say?

Because right now, we, the four of us,

are all that's standing between
a lying president,

an unhinged secretary of defense...

And the end of the world.

(elevator doors open)

Darius, we have visitors.

If you relinquish that EmDrive,
it's over.

Let's go.

(guns click)

Mr. Tanz.

I'm sure the deputy secretary
and Ms. Rayburn

have explained the situation.

We are going to need that
EmDrive and those launch codes.

- Immediately.
- If I refuse?

If you refuse,

I'll bring in the National Guard,

and I'll take your
entire company by force.

(exhales)

Help them load it up.

What? Come on. You can't be serious.

Liam, just do as I say.

Why fight the inevitable?

Follow me.

Now, you take care of
your business and...

I'll take of care of mine.

After all their lies,
how can we trust them?

Because, for once,
we want the same thing:

to get the gravity tractor
launched safely.

Tess is working on
the decryption of the phone.

It's a complex web.
We'll know more soon.

I'm not sure I want to know.

The man who tried to kill me,

he served in Harris's squadron,
in the Air Force.

- Darius, do you think...?
- Harris is capable of a lot of things,

as we both know, but not that.

With you?

(softly): Yeah.

(sighs)

I don't want you to be alone.

Grab Zoe; you can stay in
one of the bungalows here.

No. I'm not gonna live in fear.

Good luck with this plan.

Let's hope we're smarter than Calhoun.

We are.

OFFICER #1: We're all set. Let's move.

OFFICER #2: All right, let's go.

Ready. Let's go, let's go.

(siren chirps)

(truck horn honks)

How'd it go?

Didn't suspect a thing.

Time to reach out to your friend.

Please, don't ever call her that.

(cell phone ringing)

- (clears throat) Hello?
- LIAM: Hey.

It's Liam. I need you to put me in touch

with your friends at RE/SYST.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because Darius Tanz
will go on the record,

verifying your story.

Uh, give me ten minutes.

Listen,

I'm sorry what I said to Jillian.

No, you're not.

Look, you'll get what you want
if I get what I want.

(phone beeps)

What's the word from Wallops?

Launch codes are secure, Mr. Secretary.

The EmDrive is on board.

All pre-flight checks are go

for launch commit on your command.

Proceed.

We are go for launch.

T-COM: T-minus ten seconds and counting.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

two, one.

Ignition.

DEXTER: We have liftoff.

T-COM: Sir, radar's picking up
an unidentified projectile

on a heading of 270 from
38 degrees, 28 minutes north,

59 degrees, 21 minutes west.

HARRIS: International waters.

Last known sub in that area
was the Vostov.

The Russians.

Launch countermeasures.

Launch THAAD missiles.

Take that bogey out.

T-COM: Missiles have been deployed.

Heading toward target.

Time to intercept: 42 seconds.

We're not gonna make it, sir.

Sir, we've lost telemetry.

Get me the president. Now.

DYLAN: Liam.

I was surprised to hear
you wanted to meet.

I brought a friend.

TANZ: Nice decor.

Early brick and mortar.
I'm quite fond of the period.

What do you want?

You get right to the point.

I like that.

Liam says you guys are good,

that you possess a certain...
technical sophistication.

We have a proposal for you.

(car alarm chirps)

HARRIS: Grace.

Sir! You're not to get within
50 feet of Ms. Barrows.

HARRIS: Any idea what you're doing?

I'm the Deputy Secretary of Defense.
Get your hands off me.

He's unarmed, ma'am.

Grace, what is this?

It's okay. Just give me a second, okay?

Thanks.

You're afraid to be alone with me?

(exhales)

And you thought I might've been the one

who sent them to your house?

All the things you did,
in the name of country.

Maybe I was just another casualty.

Like Carnahan.

How could you even think I'd...

I'd ever authorize something like that?

The hit man

was a member of your flight
squadron in the Air Force, Harris.

Someone's trying to make it look as if

I had something to do with this.

And I didn't.

I didn't.

And if you don't know me
well enough by now...

I don't even know who I am anymore.

Are you with him?

Darius?

(knock on window)

Everything all right
in there, Ms. Barrows?

Yeah, thanks.

Thank you for reaching out to Darius.

Let's hope he succeeds
where the government failed.

(car door closes)

A cyber blackout?

Of Russia's entire satellite
array and power system for...

for 20 minutes?

LIAM: Plus, all their ground-based radar

and wireless tracking networks.

Okay, but aren't they
pissed off enough about

Atlas and Chelyabinsk?

TANZ: In this case, what they don't know

really won't hurt them.

Yeah, but it may hurt us.

Well, not if RE/SYST
is as good as the hype.

"Untraceable, Virtually"...
isn't that your motto?

What's in it for us?

One million.

No. Your money's no good here.

(computer chirps)

Wait.

Big boss says it is.

Fine.

Money sits in an escrow account,

transfer to occur
upon delivery of services.

Take it or leave it.

He says take it.

Now, how exactly do you
plan to accomplish this?

There's a heat wave across
Eastern Europe right now.

So, first, we create a series
of rolling brownouts in Moscow

and the surrounding areas.

LIAM: Like a typical
summer surge in A.C. use.

Right. I have proprietary software

that will temporarily blind
their satellite grid, so...

I didn't catch your name, son.

And you never will.

ZOE: Dylan.

I'm in.

(keyboard clicking)

Almost ready, Mr. Tanz.

I got to hand it to you.

Building a decoy EmDrive, that's...

well-played, sir.

(chuckles)

Meantime, the real EmDrive has
been safely transported here,

and Claire secured
a gravity tractor from NASA.

And you're sure the Russians
can't shoot this one down?

In about 30 seconds,
all of the satellites

that send information to Russia's

subs and land bases

will go dark.

We hope.

Preflight checks are good.

Mr. Tanz, stand by.

And blackout to commence
in three, two, one.

Did RE/SYST just rip us off?

Breathe, Liam. You're too young
to give yourself an ulcer.

TANZ: There it is.

Begin protocol.

Now, once the EmDrive kicks in,

the gravity tractor
will head toward the asteroid

at speeds exceeding
40,000 miles per hour,

which is faster than any man-made object

has ever traveled in outer space.

Before today, planes have flown,
rockets have been launched,

but no one's ever sent
a working EmDrive into space.

This is one of the greatest
scientific achievements

of all time.

Sir, protocol's engaged.

T-COM: Ten, nine, eight...

Innovation is not about why,
it's about why not.

...three, two, one.

Ignition.

FLIGHT DIRECTOR: We have liftoff.

Come on.

Come on!

There's still some beauty
left in this world.

What now?

We wait, and we hope.

DYLAN: 16 minutes and holding.

Can I ask you something?

You can always ask.

A million.

Sure, it's a lot of cheese,

but we've never been about the cheese.

We're still not.

The big boss wanted
to slip a stealth root key

into the Tanz system somehow,

and this was our opportunity.

Now we can track every move he makes,

from this day forward.

FLIGHT DIRECTOR: Second stage engine cutoff

in three, two, one.

Like a butterfly
emerging from its cocoon.

LIAM: There she is.

FLIGHT DIRECTOR: Payload is away,
waiting on your command

to engage EmDrive, sir.

Engage.

FLIGHT DIRECTOR: Roger.

We have EmDrive thrust, sir.

(laughing softly)

Initial data looks good.
EmDrive is building velocity.

This is hope.

TANZ: You're right.

Now we celebrate.

(laughs)

(cheering, applause)

(laughs) Yes!

Yes! Yes!

(Grace chuckles)

(grunts)

GRACE: What a night.

Champagne, anyone?

I-I have to go and find Jillian.

Go.

(laughs)

Much as I'd love
a fancy bottle of bubbly,

I have a meatloaf

waiting for me at home.

Uh, my father's cooking dinner tonight.

He kind of moved in for the time being.

Good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

For making all this happen.

There's still some margin
for error up there,

but let's just say
that today was a good day

in our little effort
to save planet Earth.

(laughs softly)

(phone chimes, vibrates)

It's Tess.

She's located the source of the call.

(excited chatter)

MASON: Oh, God!

- Goal!
- You cheated!

You know, cheaters, they-they
don't make the 160...

("Sunrise Sunset" by Rogov playing)

♪ Wake up, wake up ♪

♪ It's the sunrise... ♪

Darius? What? What is it?

TANZ: Tess is pinpointing
who made that call

to the assassin's phone.

The call came from
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

The White House.

(quietly) Oh, my God.

(♪♪♪)

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ It's all right... ♪

How was your day, Zoe?

You know, the usual.

♪ Oh, it's all right... ♪

You?

♪ It's all right... ♪

Same.

♪ It's all right... ♪

(grunts)

(♪♪♪)

Well, I really think
I outdid myself this time.

Don't you, Gracie?

♪ It's all right... ♪

You certainly did, Dad.

(♪♪♪)