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I'm Tom Swift, inventor, billionaire,

shoe collector extraordinaire.

But none of that was good enough for my dad.

I thought if I built him a spaceship to Saturn,

I could earn his love,

but his mission ended tragically.

Or so I thought.

Turns out it was sabotage.

My father survived the attack and sent me a message capsule

with the data I need to rescue him from space.

ut it exploded when it enteredB the atmosphere.

Now I have to find the pieces of that capsule

nd reassemble my dad's message.a

A global conspiracy called The Road Back

is standing in my way,

so I can only trust my squad:

my best friend Zenzi, my bodyguard Isaac,

my adopted brother Lino,

and my A.I. Barclay.

Together, we're going to find my father

and bring him home.

We gotta go. He'll be back any minute.

Yeah, I know how stealing works, thank you.

I just didn't think that breaking and entering

would be required to find this capsule piece.

I thought we were just going to Tribeca.

ZENZI: I know, I looked.

Susannah moved it.

It's, uh, it's the only piece that we could lock onto.

Now we have to liberate it from this hoarder's paradise.

Yeah, well, Tom's gonna be pissed we did this.

The way he talked about his dad...

I believe him, but that wasn't the Barton that I knew.

Yeah. Me neither.

And Tom's as fine as anyone would be

if they found out that their dad tried to

lobotomize the fabulous out of them at 13.

I'm sure he's processing his emotions

through some man's pants right now.

Healing takes many paths.

Yeah, I'd rather have him mad at us

than to miss the window to send the rescue drone

to help Uncle Barton. It's only...

Eight hours to apogee. Yeah.

I think...

Ah. I found it.

Damn it, it's stuck on this Jet Beauty of the Week.

Is that Keyshia Cole?

Eskol is fine, by the way.

At a safe house.

The less you know the better, though.

Thanks.

Just can't believe I fell for another

tainted, shiny object.

It's like Marcus: murder edition.

You deserve a man who's as shiny on the inside

as he is on the outside.

A partner.

Let's get out of here.

I think Keyshia gave me a paper cut.

*

TOM: I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad bitch.

(grunts)

I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad bitch,

and I am not in my feelings.

Be a man.

(exhales) Tom Swift.

A man doesn't prance around half-naked and wear pants

that are vacuum-sealed to his ass.

Maybe if you didn't borrow Barack's leftover suits, you--

Mmm. Okay, okay.

I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad bitch,

and I'm not in my feelings.

I'm Tom Swift. I'm a bad bitch.

And I'm not in my feelings. (exhales)

I'm Tom Swift, baby.

I'm a bad bitch.

And I'm not in my feelings.

BARCLAY: How about a nice, soothing car model?

Big rims always make you smile.

Must you always choose pink?

Yo, it's a car.

What is straighter than a--

* So I know I'm straight, heavyweight *

* I'll go all in, 'cause hesitate... *

You know what?

Ah.

Baby, I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad bitch,

and I am...

You're what?

BARCLAY: Good morning, Mrs. Swift.

Going into "stay out

of grown folks' business" mode.

I am Tom Swift, and...

I'm not gonna skip leg day.

Okay, where are we with the drone to rescue your father?

Has there been any progress?

You told me we need to be ready by apogee.

That's in less than six hours.

Tom.

Talk to me.

No.

ZENZI: Um, I'm sorry to interrupt.

I got the second to last capsule piece, Aunt Lorraine.

There's just one piece more.

We'll be ready.

(sighs)

So Isaac and I got the capsule piece we could get,

but The Road Back has the last one.

We need your help.

The Swift Black Engineering Futures conference

is one of our biggest events of the year,

so we'll make an appearance,

and then we'll get the last piece from Susannah

and launch the rescue drone.

You want to pick a car and a shoe, maybe?

That sounds like a Barton problem.

Maybe he has some gummies for that,

or an everlasting gaystopper.

(sighs)

Please make sure all the engineers have been checked in

and have been fitted for Swiftsight. Yes.

Okay, this is gonna be fantastic.

(laughs) Yes. Yes.

Oh, no, no, no, I've got this.

It's important that a CEO get her hands dirty.

Or my hands dirty in this case.

So, Tom is going to use these

to solve the Riemann Hypothesis?

That prime number theorem has remained unsolved

for 160 years.

The upgraded Swiftsights don't just transfer

information between brains.

They also allow us to merge our minds.

Look, these will surpass the boundaries of spoken language

and human capacity to attack a problem.

And that is why we're debuting it here. Hmm.

I am so proud.

Mutual math isn't exactly my idea of a good time.

It's more like a massive multi-player game.

Or as Tom described it, a circuit party for fractions.

It's revolutionary. And genius.

(clears throat) Okay, I'm gonna go.

Okay.

Good help is so hard to find.

So, tell me about the dinner party

Tom had at the Manor.

You mentioned Susannah Robb attended.

As CEO, it's imperative that I be kept abreast of

any meeting with an investor.

Did I mention that?

You know, Tom must have forgotten to text you.

I guess I've just been fuzzy lately.

You need to get some good rest.

Maybe a stronger formulation of lip gel is in order.

BARCLAY: You exercised, shopped,

and unfollowed your dad on Instagram,

and your mood remains at a four.

Should I sing "Hot in Herre" in the British accent again?

City Girls?

* Act up, so you can... *

Barclay!

What would make you feel better, Tom?

How about a nice self-esteem boosting back-breaking session?

I need to call Justin.

Excellent. I'll ready the lubes.

Nah, I need to apologize.

(ringing)

Thomas?

I'm sorry.

You helped me, and...

I shouldn't have gone off on you.

You're apologizing?

Are you in danger, and this is your clue?

No. I just... want to do it different.

Like, I don't want to use people

and make them feel like they're not good enough.

I know I treated you like that, and I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But honestly, this isn't really necessary.

I figured you were sorry when you texted me

to give Susannah the Swiftsight.

I-I texted what?

Uh, Barclay, pull up the texts between Justin and I

from the past 24 hours. Share screen.

I'm right on top of that. Blurring all orifices.

It's gone. I...

I swear it was there, Tom. It came from you.

No, it... it didn't.

It came from her.

JUSTIN: No.

Susannah must have faked the push notifications

to make it look like a text from me.

Yeah, but all the Swiftsights are at the conference.

What does she want?

I do hope your answer is yes.

Otherwise there will be consequences.

I think it's how they send their message:

don't fly too close to the sun.

She wants me to have consequences.

I have to go to the conference.

Justin, thank you.

Be careful. (call beeps off)

Time to be a bad bitch.

(upbeat music playing) (loud, indistinct chatter)

WILSON: Ladies and gentlemen,

introducing the Swift Enterprises infrasonic cannon.

All right, everyone, so as you can see here

we have a pretty low setting.

You all look so nervous right now.

What is about to happen? Right?

All right, so here we go.

(device powering up) Ready? Here we go.

(grunts)

Ehh, completely harmless. Completely harmless. He's fine.

You're good? How do you feel? Great.

WILSON: Yeah? Very good, very good. Yeah. Thank you.

All right, who's next? Sir, how about you?

Come on up.

QUINN: Have you ever left a dinner feeling completely unsatisfied?

Well, the Swift Flavor Saver

enhances seasoning profiles,

so you'll never have to leave Brett's house

feeling bland again. (laughter)

Tom. Oh, my God.

I was so sad about your dad.

He was such a good dad.

Oh, well. Thank you. You're lucky.

Can we get a picture?

Sure.

Okay. Oh, my God, thank you so much.

Thank you so much. Oh, my God.

Relax.

I'm not gonna set anything on fire.

Angela Bassett already did that better than me.

(sighs)

Susannah stole a Swiftsight from the house last night.

She faked a push notification to Justin's phone,

and I think her "Operation Moseley" may be in action.

Damn it, Justin. Don't you remember Vegas?

You told me you can

never trust a twink. Never trust a twink.

Look, Susannah gave me a choice:

join her, or face consequences.

I think she's found some way to hurt the people here.

Maybe with Swiftsight, maybe with something else.

But I'm her Black Icarus,

and today she wants to melt my lace.

There-there have to be moles in the group.

Get security.

Round everyone up for questioning.

You'd like us to accuse 200 Black engineers of sabotage

and then offer them a box lunch?

TOM: Okay, uh, maybe we can find

a more subtle way to deal with this?

Look.

We can figure it out. We can stall.

Keep your comms on.

As long as nobody puts on Swiftsight, we're good.

Hey.

You want to help me try it out?

No.

Come on, I just...

I just want to see my mom.

We went to the Bronx Zoo before Christmas in 2010.

Okay.

But be quick.

Don't rush my memory.

(rap music playing)

Don't let anyone use these.

Hi. I'm sorry. Thank you.

No one's tried theirs. You?

TOM (over comm): I grabbed all the ones in the east wing.

Isaac? All good here, too.

TOM: All right, the rest of them are locked up in the office.

I think we're gonna be okay.

GIRL: Can we get a photo? Yeah, come on.

Of course you can get a pic. Yeah.

*

Thank you. (Lino screaming)

LINO: No! Don't burn me!

No! What's going on? Lino.

(Lino panting) I don't know what's happening.

Don't burn me!

ZENZI: Lino! Oh, my God.

Hey. Hey, hey.

ZENZI: Lino. Okay. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I saw my mom.

She kept shouting that I was the light

and I needed to be purified.

I just wanted to see a good memory,

but it kept showing me the same messed-up thing

over and over and over!

(sobbing)

It showed him his worst memories on a loop?

How could she do that?

(sobs, grunts)

This is why Susannah wanted the Swiftsight.

The brain stores trauma. It can be found

even if we don't know where it is.

Clearly it simulated a TBI, and it made him perseverate.

I saw that in Afghanistan.

He got that image in his head and couldn't get it out.

Susannah must have wanted to give us all PTSD.

Barclay, run an EMDR sequence.

BARCLAY: Engaging Eye Movement

and Desensitization Reprocessing protocol.

Watch this carefully

and tell me what you see.

(exhales, sniffles)

My mom, Violet,

she brought me next to the fire, uh,

held me down when I tried to get away

and tried to put my hand in the fire.

EMDR sequences help people desensitize traumatic memories.

I ran an accelerated version on Lino.

The memories are still troubling,

but perseveration has stopped. Okay?

(device beeping)

Found it.

Susannah thought she was slick

by hiding it in the liquid memory.

But it's just basic.

Basic like her bangs,

and basic like that fancy moped.

Barclay, send this across the air

to every Swiftsight in existence.

And your dad's capsule piece?

(phone rings)

SUSANNAH: Tommy!

I see Lino unwrapped his gift early.

How's his head?

You think you're smarter than me. That's cute.

Intelligence really isn't about capacity, is it?

It's about execution.

Now you see what will become of the world

if you do not join me.

Join us, 'cause it will take brilliance like ours

to stop the world's reckless quest for discovery.

Susannah, I've already heard your desperate,

desperate sales pitch, and I'm gonna use

a technical term for you.

Hell... no.

I found your little elementary, uninspired excuse

for a hack of Swiftsight. Girl!

You will never hurt us again.

Shucks.

Guess you got me, Tom.

(people screaming)

(alarmed cries) (pained shouting)

(Zenzi cries out)

I thought all the Swiftsights were off.

They were. Something else is affecting people.

It's not just Swiftsight.

Susannah's got to something else here.

It could be a chemical agent. Something airborne.

Maybe it's in the T-shirts.

Look, I'll tend to the people on the floor,

y'all find the exits.

Those infrasonic cannons they demonstrated,

they gave us all Havana Syndrome,

like those people at the embassies in Cuba.

Okay. My heart is racing. I can't breathe.

But the cannons we used on the Chocolate Cowboys

didn't make me sick.

(person retching)

Wait, Tom. What if someone poisoned the food?

Okay. Barclay, cross-reference poison symptoms.

Arrhythmia, nausea, vomiting.

Grab one of those cones.

Look for anything that's not popcorn.

BARCLAY: Poisons causing arrhythmia, vomiting and nausea

are almost too many to mention.

Tom, what is this?

Cherry pits. The flavor savers.

She must have had them swapped.

Cyanide.

Cherry pits can be ground up to make cyanide.

We need to find an antidote.

BARCLAY: Standard antidote would be

activated charcoal and chelation.

Do we have that?

No, but, um, we do have

cobalt.

Dicobalt reverses cyanide.

Go get Mom's blue earrings

and take the battery from the phone that Dad gave her,

with the extended battery life. Go!

We're making progress, okay? You're gonna be okay.

Isaac, Zenzi, how we looking?

Not great.

Okay, okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.

I can't get ahold of 911.

Barclay doesn't pick locks, does he?

Stand back. Stand back.

(woman cries out)

Mom!

Tom said to give me your cobalt earrings

and the phone battery Dad gave you.

(gasps, cries out)

If he won't listen to Susannah,

maybe he'll listen to his mother.

Hey! Let her go!

Get off!

Stay where you are.

Oh, my God, Claire.

That gel you used on him...

...it's the same thing you've been giving me.

Isn't it? Lorraine...

All they did was touch the door.

Hello?

BOTH: So did we.

(panicked shouting)

TOM: Break that battery for me.

We can use the pure cobalt in Mom's earrings

to counteract the cyanide...

...then mix the acid from the battery

with the acid from the soda

to create a chelating agent

that will remove the toxins from the body.

It's highly concentrated.

A few drops of this should cleanse the poison

right out of their systems.

Tom, we need you.

Oh, okay, okay, um...

Look, two parts cobalt, one part cola.

Dilute it with water,

and give it to everyone who had the popcorn.

Okay? I got you.

TOM: Okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

The appetizers, they had cyanide in them.

Did you guys have anything to eat?

There wasn't exactly time for snacks.

ISAAC: Tom, the door.

Um, um...

Um, Barclay, enter scan mode.

Barclay, what is this?

BARCLAY: I-I don't know.

Unable to identify the concentrate.

Ah!

TOM: Susannah is attacking every person at this conference.

How do I save them all?

(indistinct, pained chatter)

Hey! Hey, everybody, listen to me.

Let me get everybody's attention.

Today, we were attacked by an organization

who is trying to destroy... No, this is your fault!

You wanted to try your new tech out on us,

and you didn't care if it hurt.

(all agreeing)

Swift Enterprises...

I would never use something dangerous

to hurt my own people.

My family's here. They were attacked as well.

All right? Look, why would I hurt us? Us!?

I am one of you.

Okay? Look,

the real way our adversaries kill us

is to make us turn against each other

and-and destroy the seeds of trust

that have always been our foundation.

(murmurs of agreement) (applause)

The only way we can survive

is to rely on each other. ALL: Yeah!

Together, we can invent the power

that freedom requires.

Look, I know I can't solve this alone.

All right? But if we use our Swiftsights,

we can take our collective power,

and we can help save our friends and our family. Come on, y'all.

Let's go! Let's go!

Join me if you specialize in organic chem.

We'll break down the compound.

Civil engineers, let's get these doors open.

ENGINEER: Biomedical, squad up.

(Swiftsights chiming)

*

Tom, we got it.

The compound on the doors is VX gas.

We need atropine. Okay.

Who has stomach meds?

Intestinal medication has atropine.

That and nanocream should get the toxins out of the system.

Yes. Lay it down, lay it down.

Isaac, here. Take this.

I got you. I got you.

All right. All right?

Good.

Hey, help him up.

Zenzi. Mm.

Got you. (exhales)

I'm never opening the door for a man again.

(laughs) Zenzi. Zenzi.

She's quipping. She's fine. You're fine? Okay. Mm-hmm.

Civil engineers, how do we get out?

There's a covalent bond serum holding the doors closed.

We'll need extreme heat in order to destabilize it.

How about a throwback?

Barclay, on my mark,

vibrate at 50 terahertz.

Three, two, one!

(grunts)

(door glass shattering) (indistinct chatter)

I'm so proud of you.

Mm. (laughs)

I'm so proud of you.

But listen, we have an issue.

I think Claire has been...

Claire's been what?

She's a problem.

But we'll deal with her tomorrow.

We have two hours before apogee.

Can you still launch the drone?

Why should I save a man who tried to destroy me?

He never told you about his little gummy bears?

I prayed you'd never find out.

How could you ask me to do anything for that man

when you know what he tried to do to me?

Because...

Because he realized he was wrong.

And when I found out, I told him

if he ever tried anything like that on my baby again,

he would never see you, me or Lino again.

Look, trying to change you,

it was the biggest regret of his life.

Oh, then why didn't he stop?

That man was trying to change me

until the day he got on that damn ship.

Look, the man had his limitations.

And his time on Earth, it was, it was cut short

before he was able to evolve his thinking.

But he was evolving.

Do you think he would have left you all of this

if he didn't love you...

believe in you?

There is a world of people

telling me how my father felt about me,

but ignoring how he actually treated me.

Parental love should not be conditional.

No, no, no, no, no. I shouldn't have to prove

that I'm worthy, or-or forgive his shortcomings.

It's not enough.

He doesn't deserve it.

Then be like your mother and show some mercy.

Grace is being given things you don't deserve,

and mercy is being spared the things you do.

You're not perfect either, Tom.

You may need grace someday, too.

I love you both unconditionally.

And I am begging for mercy and grace

for Barton.

He is my husband, he is your father,

and he is only human.

So please save him before it's too late.

BARCLAY: I triangulated the origin point

of Susannah's video call.

She should be headed this way.

TOM: Are you sure she's in a 200-yard radius? I don't see her.

Try locking onto the capsule piece.

She's approaching the T-intersection now.

Wait for it.

Boom! Kobe!

* I'm ridin' through the city in the drop now *

And she's got the capsule piece in her backpack.

* Got the AC up 'cause I'm hot now *

* Take off, take off *

* Are you ready for the countdown? *

* Moja, bimi *

* Tattoo, twindelay *

Girl, you lost! Give me the capsule piece.

* Go *

* Uh, yeah, uh-huh *

* Take off *

* Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah *

* Take off *

* Are you ready for the bounce now? *

* Are you ready for the countdown? *

* Uh, take off *

Why take me on a high-speed chase

through Hudson Valley?

She's leading me somewhere.

Barclay, run possible endpoints.

There are several warehouses, a shipping station,

Brandon's house, ew. And... uh-oh.

Approaching Swift Enterprises server farm.

She can't hack that. Baby, we got

the best security in the world.

* Take off *

* Uh-huh, yeah *

* Take off, take off *

* Whoo-oo, ow! *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* Come on, come on, come on *

* I'm-a take off. *

Last chance. Join us.

Or I'll use everything in my power

to destroy your company and anyone else

who attempts unmitigated progress.

Joining you wouldn't help me.

Money doesn't matter, Tom.

The Road Back's offering you power.

Power. We are everywhere.

In every city, every country,

every part of government.

Join us, and you and I will control the world's fate.

You just said that in front of my five million followers.

Say hey, Susie.

Oh, and good luck on the whole global conspiracy thing

you spoke of, because after...

Ooh, she mad. You son of a bitch.

You think you don't have to face consequences?

Why are we here, Tom?

What is this building?

You think I don't know? It's Barclay.

You know, you think you're really smart,

but you're just a rich kid with a talking laptop.

Shame about those backups, though.

TOM: Deleting Barclay's backups,

it freed up significant additional memory.

Barclay, when was your last backup?

BARCLAY: All backup files were deleted before dinner last--

(chuckles)

That's it? Girl, that explosion was

as flat as your bangs.

See you soon, Tom.

(explosion)

(electricity crackling)

Barclay!

(Tom coughing)

Barclay, status update.

BARCLAY (distorted): Tom, piece damaged.

Circuitry destroyed.

(gasping, coughing)

Ah!

Okay, okay, okay.

(watch scanner humming)

BARCLAY: Data failing.

You'll need to transfer ten terabytes

of the capsule data to your watch cloud

or your dad's coordinates will be lost.

Begin transfer now? Pause. Uh...

I-If I do that, it'll delete your temp file

from the watch cloud, Barclay.

Okay.

There's not enough room for the both of you.

You're going to have to choose one of us.

BARCLAY: Tom, the corrupted data has been restored.

BARTON: ...and Tom, one more thing.

Forgive me.

I thought I had to force you to be my vision of a man.

But as I stand here in this ship you built me,

begging you to rescue me...

I was a damn fool.

You...

exactly as you are,

are the only person who can save me.

BARCLAY: You need to capture the capsule data now,

before the circuitry melts.

He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve it,

he doesn't deserve it, he doesn't...

(exhales sharply)

Mom was right.

(voice breaking): I'm sorry, Barclay.

Transfer capsule data. Delete temp file.

BARCLAY: Replacing myself with the data upload.

It's okay, Tom.

You're gonna be ok--

*

(sighs)

(sniffles)

*

Won't start without Barclay.

I'll come back for you later, Dani.

You know my dad stored his Cobra here

and never let me drive it?

We can work on those daddy issues

at literally any other time.

This jet pack will bring his escape pod home.

Ready when you are, Tom.

TOM: Ah, Dunk Supremes.

'Cause if you're gonna show mercy,

you might as well look good doing it.

Damn, I'm talking to myself, not Barclay.

Ah, this is gonna take some getting used to.

What about Susannah? She's exposed.

Won't be hearing from her for a long time...

if ever.

Come on, come on, come on.

(engine starts) Ah! (chuckles)

All right, speeding to you now.

(tires screech)

*

(engine shuts off, door opens)

Glad you could join us.

He's at a moon of Saturn. Dione.

Isaac, plug in the following coordinates.

Shouldn't Barclay do that?

Barclay is...

no longer with us.

Initiating launch sequence.

(whirring)

Barclay's gone?

His backups were deleted.

I might have some backups on my cloud.

From side-ho mode? (both chuckle)

He wouldn't be all there, but...

it's possible.

Yeah.

(beeping)

Hey. Hey, I think it's your dad.

BARTON: Tom... ISAAC: He's still alive!

Now that his drone is in space, we can use

his communication servers; I can talk to him.

I'm going back to the observatory.

We have dedicated satellite comms.

Yeah, go. Go, go, go, go, go.

(exhales sharply)

(engine revs)

Another light day at Swift Enterprises.

You did amazing today. (laughs) Just today?

(phone chimes)

Oh, my God. What?

"A car belonging to Congressman Nathan Eskol

"was found in the Hudson River.

"Bloodstains everywhere.

No body has been found."

LORRAINE: You were drugging me

into betraying my family.

You were blinded by grief.

In a way, I was protecting you.

I kept this company afloat while you spiraled.

I deserve some respect for that.

You deserve nothing.

You're fired, Claire.

Uh...

I don't think you'll be firing me.

You really like to talk when you've got that gel on.

So many secrets.

Each of those cards contains a recorded confession from you.

What you did to win that second custody battle

with Violet over Lino?

You wouldn't.

I would tell the world.

And I will, if you make me.

Now, let's talk about your succession plan.

(breathing unevenly)

(link connects, powers up)

Dad?

I-I found the capsule and I reassembled it.

I-I sent a rescue drone, and it should be there soon.

Thank you.

Thank you, son.

I'm so sorry that I ever doubted you.

The way I treated you, I...

You have changed.

(sniffles)

(hoarsely): I forgive you.

I am so proud of...

The connection is gone.

You won't be able to contact him again.

I severed the link.

You did what? Why?!

Because your father told me to.

That's why I planted a jamming device.

You did what?

I know this is hard to hear,

but you have to believe me, Tom.

After Barton gets in the rescue drone,

he's going to encounter a wormhole.

Oh, a worm-- Okay, we can bring him back to Earth

and we can warn him... You're wrong. You're wrong.

His ship is already failing.

He'll later realize that if he hadn't gone

through that wormhole,

he would certainly have died.

The wormhole will bring him back to Earth, Tom,

but not until the year 2096.

I had to sever the link,

otherwise you'd have stopped him

from going through it, and he would be gone forever.

You just saved your father's life.

Congratulations.

You said...

he told you to do it.

How do you know my dad?

I met him when he crash-landed on Earth

in 2096.

I'm from the future, Tom.

He sent me back to save him, and to save you.

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