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Everyone was warned, but no one listened.

A rise in temperature...

Ocean patterns changed...

And ice caps melted.

They called it extreme weather.

They didn't know what "extreme" was.

In the year of 2019...

Hurricanes...

Tornadoes...

Floods...

And droughts...

Unleashed a wave of destruction upon our planet.

We didn't just lose towns...

Or beachfronts.

We lost entire cities.

The East River swallowed Lower Manhattan.

A heat wave killed two million people in Madrid...

In just one day.

But in that moment...

Facing our own extinction...

It became clear that no single nation could solve this problem alone.

The world came together as one...

And we fought back.

Scientists from 17 countries...

Led by the U.S. and China...

Worked tirelessly.

Not as representatives of their nations...

But of humanity.

They found a way to neutralize the storms...

With a net of thousands of satellites,

each deploying countermeasures designed to impact the basic elements of weather,

heat, pressure, and water.

All overseen by the International Space Station.

They gave the satellite net a technical name...

But we all came to call it Dutch Boy...

After the story of the child who plugged a dam with his finger.

This is what saved us all.

And it was built by a team led by one man...

My father.

- Thank you. - Keep the change.

Jake Lawson. I have a Senate...

Senate hearing in room 12.

Yeah.

Lawson?

- You're the Dutch Boy guy, right? - Yeah.

Man, I need to shake your hand.

Oh. Okay.

Tornado? Zap!

Blizzard? Zap!

Monsoon?

- Zap? - Zap!

Everybody down here owes you, Jake Lawson.

If you need anything, you just ask.

The Senate Committee assigned to oversee Dutch Boy

will now hear from Jacob Lawson...

Climate ISS Chief Operations Coordinator.

May the record reflect that he was nearly one hour late.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I literally had to fly in from outer space.

Oh, here we go.

Mr. Lawson, we find ourselves heading toward a crossroads.

As you know, as per UN Resolution 28-14,

the United States will be handing over control of Dutch Boy

to an International Oversight Committee in three years.

This in spite of the fact that we actually built the thing.

Excuse me, Senator. I don't wanna slow things down.

You said "we" built it?

Yes, indeed, I did.

Because I know what I did. I'm the guy who led the team that built the station.

I was up there with an international crew of 600 people, not just Americans.

And I know all of their faces, but I don't remember yours.

We had a plumber up there. He looked a little like you.

Very clever, Mr. Lawson.

Dutch Boy was an international effort

and, yes, it may, one day, very well...

...belong to the world.

But until it does, we have authority over its operation

and we have authority over you!

And you have been flouting that authority.

I have report after report here.

Failure to follow procedures...

Numerous violations of the chain of command.

Then, there was the incident where you punched a federal inspector in the face.

Well, your federal inspector doesn't know

that a capacitor holds a charge even when it's disconnected.

He was grabbing for the damn thing. I saved his life!

You can make all the excuses you want, Mr. Lawson,

but there's one thing you cannot defend.

And that would be the day you brought Dutch Boy online...

...and operational without our consent!

And what would that have taken, Senator?

There were a series of storms building in Southeast Asia and the North Atlantic

that would have killed tens of thousands of people.

Dutch Boy was ready. We went green.

It works. You're welcome.

Mr. Lawson, if you continue to defy our authority...

Dutch Boy will go on without you!

Am I making myself clear?

Yes.

Good. Oh, and one more thing.

To ensure compliance, this committee will be sending up new support staff.

Naturally, when they get there, you'll have to send some of your people home.

We'll leave those choices up to you.

Senator, respectfully, my crew didn't do anything wrong.

Excuse me, I'm not asking for your input.

These people left their homes and their families

and risked their lives to save this planet.

This hearing is adjourned.

I'm not cutting a single one of those people loose!

Excuse me?

People like you need people like me. You know why?

So you can take credit for everything we accomplish.

So you can go to your constituents and your cronies...

This meeting is adjourned.

...and your mistresses and puff out your chest

- and say, "Hey, look at me!" - Sit down, please!

- Well, I'm looking, Senator. - Excuse me.

- We're all looking. - This meeting is adjourned.

This meeting is adjourned! Thank you.

Well, that was going well, huh?

Up to a point.

No, Jake, that didn't go well at any point.

But, hey, what are you good at, little brother, huh?

Like working the angles, smoothing ruffled feathers?

You can fix it. You always do.

It's like a talent.

It is a talent.

Of a sort.

I wish I could help you. I really do.

But it's not that simple,

not this time.

Why not?

Well, as of last week, they have put me in charge of Dutch Boy.

Well, that's great!

That's great! You kidding me?

You're kidding me.

Look, what do you want me to do? Huh?

You leave me no choice. I told you this had to go well, and it didn't.

I'm sorry, Jake.

You're fired.

Jesus. It's over 120 in this mother.

Fan out.

Hi, Agent Wilson.

Assistant Secretary Lawson.

Oh, you look nice today.

I'm wearing the same thing I always wear.

Not exactly.

Have you seen I, well, got on a new tie?

I observed. We're trained to notice any disturbing details.

- Sarah, come on. - Assistant Secretary Lawson...

I'm not permitted to engage in casual conversation while I'm at a post.

We are being watched.

We're always being watched.

Well, if we're always being watched, what's the point of hiding anything?

You're interfering with my duties. I'd rather not shoot you.

Well, it would be an honor to be the first person that you kill.

Hang on.

What is it?

Uh, the president's called a security briefing.

It was not on the schedule, so I guess I'm now on duty.

I like the tie. Home by 7:00. Love you.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch that.

I didn't say anything.

Move along, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

What the hell happened here?

One of our thermospheric satellites

malfunctioned over Afghanistan.

A UN recon team found it, Mr. President.

And the members of the Climate Council, they're aware?

Yes, and they've all agreed to keep the incident discreet.

But with this many people in the loop, I'm not sure how long it's gonna keep.

And we're sure this was caused by Dutch Boy?

Absolutely.

Can we assume that this is an isolated incident? Doctor Quigley?

We're fairly certain, yes.

It's great to know that you're "fairly certain."

This is a serious malfunction.

So your proposal is what?

Simple. We shut down all Central Asian satellites

until we know what went wrong.

- Are you serious? - Yes, I'm serious.

Know how difficult it was to get every one of these nations online for this?

We have worked extremely hard

to assure these nations that this system will protect them, and it has.

And let's not forget, people, it's an election year.

We shut Dutch Boy down, the press is gonna jump all over this.

Oh, my God!

300 people died in that village.

I mean, who gives a damn about the politics of it all?

Look, we cost those people their lives.

The only thing we should be concerned about here is how to fix it

and making sure it never happens again.

And how do you propose we do that?

We can't do anything.

What I mean is, the problem is not gonna be solved in this room

and, well, certainly not by us.

No, no, we need an international team on the station itself.

You know, not suits.

Engineers, coders, builders

doing a comprehensive systems check,

no matter the cost, no matter the politics,

and we need 'em up there now.

We are set to transfer full authority for Dutch Boy

to the international community in two weeks.

I will not be the president that hands over damaged goods.

Not now, not ever.

So we are gonna handle this problem and its solution in-house,

and we are gonna send up one man.

One of our own, who reports only to us and that we can control.

Understood?

So find me that someone.

Now.

Yes, sir.

Look, I know you're not gonna like it, but as I see it,

there's only one person to go after for this.

Your brother, Jake.

Come on, not Jake.

17 countries, hmm?

17 countries had teams working on Dutch Boy. They all reported to him.

Nobody knows what's under the hood better than him.

Come on. Can we weigh other options?

Max, how long have you known me?

Ever since I was transferred to the State Department.

That's right. I handpicked you.

I believed in you. You're smart.

And I was right about you.

I'm right about Jake.

If this is gonna be a problem...

No, sir.

Good.

Afghan satellite zero-niner-six inbound.

All crews prepare for incoming Afghanistan satellite.

Replacement satellite standing by.

Afghan sat is locked in.

Replacement cleared for launch.

And away on sat 5-A.

Airlock doors secured.

I want a full dissection of all components.

Priority one.

Afghan satellite dissection commencing.

I will take care of this.

Make sure they depressurize the fuel intake.

Yeah, we got it, man.

Makmoud. Oi, Makmoud!

I'm about to obliterate your top score here, pal.

I have to do some reprogramming.

Oh, come on!

He's got no pride of ownership, that lad.

Please stand clear of the doors.

Please stand clear of the doors.

Uncle Max?

Hey! What you doing up there?

What is that? A solar generator?

Dual axis sun-tracking solar generator. Replacing the power converter.

Oh, God!

You're getting more like your dad every day.

Hey, where'd he find that?

Are you seriously asking that question?

Oh, of course.

He made it, right? Come here, you.

Ah, it's good to see you!

How you doing? You okay?

I'm really great.

Okay, what's going on here?

All right, this is freaking me out. You're supposed to be nine years old.

Thirteen.

You were supposed to be a part of my life,

but shit happens.

Ouch!

So what's going on here? You living with him now?

He gets me two weekends a month.

Oh, good. Well, how's your mom?

Hmm, justifiably pissed.

I bet.

Hannah, it's time.

What's up, Jake?

Hannah, I thought I told you not to talk to strangers.

Come on. Don't listen to him.

Your dad and I were your age,

we were so close we had our own secret code.

- That's true. - Really?

I don't remember that.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Well, it was nice seeing you.

Hey, look, you take care.

What's with all the car parts?

I build electric motors for the retirees down in Vero Beach.

Keeps me busy.

Seems hardly worth your talent.

Kidding?

Having the time of my life.

It's a little early, don't you think?

I got fired by my own brother.

Then I lost my family,

my house, my dog,

so happy hour starts around 11:00 out here.

Okay, saw your niece, you don't want a beer.

Road's that way.

There's something wrong with Dutch Boy.

No, there isn't.

Well, an entire village of dead Afghans may disagree with you.

Yeah.

And then yesterday, an airlock just opened by itself.

We lost one of our crew.

Dutch Boy is not my problem anymore.

That I am calling bullshit on.

'Cause other than your daughter and your precious soccer club,

Dutch Boy was all you ever gave a damn about.

Oh, yeah, once.

Yeah, but you took care of that.

You don't care?

No?

Well, then, what are you doing living out here?

Hmm?

Look, I know you think I'm a weasel,

someone who just moves pieces around a chessboard for a living.

Well, guess what, yeah. Yeah, I am.

But that is how you get 17 countries to agree to build a space station.

Now, you build things, right?

And there is something wrong with the thing that you built,

and people are dying.

If you really think you're the best, which I know that you do,

then how the hell can you stand there and say no?

I'll be taking orders from someone, I suppose.

Yeah.

So what? Is that a yes?

Long as it's not you, yeah.

Hey, this is Max. Leave a message.

You got any room in there for me?

Whoa!

Whoa!

Okay.

I think this is everything.

I made you a packed lunch as well.

Did you hear about the gas main explosions in Hong Kong?

Yeah, it just hit the news.

It's terrible.

Was it anything like what happened in Afghanistan?

No, nothing happened in Afghanistan.

Are you going back up to space?

- No. - Yes, you are!

You're leaving today to fix Dutch Boy.

What did I tell you about eavesdropping?

You've never told me anything about eavesdropping.

You don't really do much parenting.

How do you know it's safe?

Of course it's safe. I've been up there 100 times.

Don't treat me like I'm a child. Someone died!

- It was an accident. - Someone got sucked out!

It was an accident.

See, that's what I'm going up there to fix, okay? You don't have to worry.

Hey, think of it like I'm going on a vacation for a week or two.

To a place 250 miles straight up

and -450 degrees?

Some holiday.

Yeah, you got a point.

Why'd Uncle Max fire you?

Unbelievable!

Did you do something wrong?

No, look, your Uncle Max and me...

It's not just about the one job.

You know, sometimes, younger brothers resent being younger.

So they get bossy. They think they know everything.

They tell you how to act, how to talk,

and after a couple decades, you just get tired of listening to it.

Maybe you should listen.

My lift is here.

- Gotta go. - What?

Wait, I thought I was taking you to the airport.

You really wanna see Mom? Great!

We can all fly home to Atlanta together.

Got it covered.

Quit acting like you're mad.

Hannah, what do you want from me?

I want you to come back alive.

And you're not exactly the reliable type.

Hey.

I know I haven't always kept good on my promises,

but I'm coming back.

- I... - Promise.

I promise.

Come here.

I'll be back soon, okay?

OV-104 is now at T minus one hour and ready for boarding.

We're at T minus one minute and counting.

Have a safe trip, sir.

Booster rocket separation confirmed.

Hate to interrupt, Major Tom,

but in a few seconds, you should be able to see the net.

How's it feel to be back home?

Look at you, girl.

Livin' and breathin'.

Mr. Lawson.

Hey.

Ute Fassbinder.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, I remember you.

Yeah, you were the German scientist. You were here when I was here.

Thermospherics, right?

Yeah.

The containment shell needs a fresh coat of sealant

where the APT ducts push through the channel housing.

Not good. That's wrong.

And you hear that?

- I'm sorry. - Shh. Listen.

That wobbly hum?

That's a bad step-down transformer.

All these things, they have to be watched, cared for.

- Mr. Lawson. - No, I know. It's not your fault,

but when I left, everything here was perfect.

I need to speak to your Chief Scientist about the art of giving a shit.

I'm the Chief Scientist. I've been promoted a year ago.

Right, congratulations.

One of our crew died this week, Mr. Lawson.

Sorry about the transformer.

Let me introduce you to your team.

Oh, of course, an American.

Actually, my brother and I were born in the UK, but thank you.

Yeah, but you've got the old Stars and Stripes on your arm there,

and a cowboy look in your eye.

Oh, no offense. This is just a serious situation,

and the last thing we need is some Washington stooge to come supervise us.

Do we, lads?

Well, you got one,

so how about we start with names and positions?

Mmm-hmm.

Adisa, structural.

Duncan Taylor, systems and OS analyst and loyal British subject.

Hernandez, robotics.

Dussette.

Satcom and security.

And you are?

This is Mr. Jake Lawson.

You're Jake Lawson? The Jake Lawson?

You look much older than I would've thought.

I mean, you look good...

...but your physical appearance is not,

does not match the amount of time that has elapsed in your life.

Am I getting fired?

Okay, we don't have a lot of time.

So we have three situations to examine.

Afghanistan, the scientist that died here, and the new incident in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong? No, that was a gas main explosion.

We all watched that on the telly.

All right, okay. You just keep believing that.

I, on the other hand,

have a mystery that I'd like to solve and prevent more deaths,

so feel free to join me.

Or not.

All right, quick question.

Okay, active shooter,

the president and I are both in the line of fire.

Who do you save first? Me...

The president.

Oh, come on. You could take a second just to think about that.

Sorry, baby.

Job comes first, same with you.

No, that's not true.

No, I have priorities and you,

you are my priority.

Come on, let's do it.

I kinda want to,

but you just keep talking.

I mean, why do we always have to be sneaking around?

Come on, let's do it. Let's get married.

We can't.

It's against the rules.

One day, baby.

Um, you're gonna get that.

Because your job comes first.

No...

I'm gonna get it 'cause I don't want it to interfere with this.

See?

Now I might just not save you.

Yeah, hello?

Max, it's Cheng.

Cheng, God, tell me you're not in Hong Kong.

- Cheng? - Last night,

I was right in the middle of it. It was horrible. That's why I'm calling.

Phone service just came back on.

Yeah, well, you're lucky to be alive.

- I mean, those gas pipes? - I'm not so sure that was the cause.

What do you mean? I don't follow.

It was abnormally hot before the pipes blew.

The satellite sensor should've recorded it, right?

I checked over a dozen times but I can't access Dutch Boy's Hong Kong satellite.

My access has been blocked.

Check your HoloFrame.

I don't understand. We both have clearance.

Exactly.

The only people that have authority to block are in the building you work in.

Wait. What do you mean?

If someone is covering up a system defect,

there's potential for critical failure on a global scale.

If Dutch Boy has a catastrophic failure,

it can create something far worse than the very thing we're trying to prevent,

what we call a geostorm.

What? Slow down, Cheng, all right? A what?

A geostorm.

Simultaneous catastrophic weather events triggered all over the globe.

Once they pass a minimum threshold, the storms will start causing new storms,

like a chain reaction, until they merge together.

It's gotta be a glitch.

I'll give you a call when I know something.

All right. Thanks.

These pipes had not been well maintained or upgraded in years.

Cheng thinks Hong Kong has something to do with Dutch Boy.

You know, he's implying some kind of cover-up.

I just got a text and POTUS called a last-minute press briefing.

What, you can't stay?

Oh, when duty calls, duty calls.

"Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night," right?

Honey, that's the Postal Service.

We're the Secret Service. Secret Service.

Oh, there's a difference? Really?

I didn't know that.

Grab his laptop. Let's go.

So the satellite that went rogue over Afghanistan, what type was that?

That's my fave, actually. I call it a "rock 'n' roller."

Oh, the SR-22.

Uses sonic waves to slow molecular movement causing cooling,

but, in that case, freezing. Why?

We don't know. We checked the satellite's hard drives,

but the logs were wiped clean by the malfunction.

All right. Let's pull up every "rock 'n' roller" satellite we have

to see if we can find any corruption in their logs.

Pull up every "rock 'n' roller" in the net.

There's gotta be more than 1,000 of them.

Ah, 1,270, to be exact.

And we're gonna scan each and every one of 'em.

Dana. Hey.

Hey. What are you doing here?

What do you mean, "What am I doing here"?

I work here. I'm your boss.

Yeah, but what are you doing down from Mount Olympus

and visiting me in Millennial Village?

Well, I have a bit of a favor to ask you.

You're the best at what you do.

But I need you to keep this between us.

Okay.

I have a problem with my HoloFrame.

Do I look like a Genius Bar to you?

I'm sorry. I'm sitting here defending the free world

against state operators and cyberterrorists,

but Grandpa needs help fixing his phone.

I have a problem trying to get through to satellite G-22 over Hong Kong.

So a satellite has a bad comm. That happens.

No. No, not a satellite.

All of them.

Oh.

I am mildly intrigued. Stay.

Okay.

It looks like vanilla line disruption,

bad server relay, or trunk failure, or something.

Are you still dating that Secret Service chick?

What? No.

No, I'm not dating anyone.

Mmm-hmm.

Wait, look. Oh, my God.

Someone wanted to block your access without you knowing it was intentional.

But this...

This is very intentional, and it's very clever.

And I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna say, "Tell no one." And I won't.

But I didn't sign up to work here so I could cubicle-squat 24/7.

So whatever is going on, I want in on the action.

Well, let's hope there isn't any action.

And yeah,

tell no one.

Miss Fassbinder, we've just been given a priority communication request.

From Climate Command?

The White House.

All right. So who are the yahoos in Washington we gotta deal with on this?

I guess I would be the head yahoo.

Hello, guys.

Max tells me you don't have a high opinion of politicians.

I didn't say that.

Well, neither do I.

We went through hell getting the world on board for this program.

We've come too far for it to fail.

You and I both understand why we cannot let that happen.

Yes, sir.

So if I find anything, I'll report to you right away.

Actually, you'll be reporting to Max here.

Good luck.

Have at it.

Thank you, sir.

I'll leave you two alone. And if you need me, I'm in my office.

Thank you.

I'll be reporting to you?

You lied to me.

Again.

No, I just didn't answer your ridiculous demand.

How do I switch this thing off?

There's something you need to know.

We've been having issues down here accessing the Dutch Boy satcom.

We have reason to believe that it...

Well, it may not be accidental.

Might not be accidental?

Well, I've been trying to access the Hong Kong satellite.

I knew it. I knew it!

You think it's possible?

Yeah. It's possible.

But even if you could access the Hong Kong satellite remotely,

you're not gonna get the logs you need.

No. We gotta pull that information from the actual satellite up here.

Okay. I can authorize that.

I don't need your authorization for anything.

I'm sure that's really scary for you,

but how about you just count on me to do my job, and say thank you?

Oh, count on you.

Remember the first time I had to bail you out?

Oh, God. Jesus Christ!

Yeah, it was just one week after Mom and Dad died.

You got arrested for fighting. Hmm?

That's when I realized that despite everything I was going through,

I was gonna have to be responsible for you.

All right, you know what? Fine. It is what it is.

I guess I got no choice but to count on you.

But if you ever authorize anything without my approval,

you'll be on the next shuttle home.

Transmission ended.

Hong Kong satellite 022 inbound for examination.

All right.

Let's take this thing apart and find out what happened in Hong Kong.

Bring it down.

It should have come down by now.

What is that?

I have no idea.

- All right, shut it down. - It's not responding.

Jesus, Hernandez!

Get down!

Get out of here! Go!

Somebody, open this door, now!

Watch out!

Shit!

All right, let's pick up every single piece of this thing

and get it down to manufacturing.

Do you think we can retrieve the logs from the hard drives?

Well, the accident created an electrical short

and fried all the drives.

I mean, look at it. It's toast.

So we've lost all the drives with possible corruption?

Not all of them.

What do you mean?

I was reviewing your video of the accident that killed Makmoud.

Each of the panels that blew has a drive inside.

And one of them got stuck in the communication tower.

It looks like the seal locks are still intact.

If we're lucky, the corrupted drive will still be inside.

We gotta get that panel back.

Yeah, hello?

I just got into DC. We have to meet.

I figured it all out.

Meet me at 10:00 at the place across the square where we used to have lunch.

Back in college.

All right. Yeah, I'll be there.

Ready to decompress.

All right. Door's open, kids.

You're clear to exit.

Step across the gravity threshold and follow me.

Let's just get the panel, see what's on those drives.

Okay.

There's the panel.

Wait. Hold up.

We designed the tower to have emergency de-rig ports

so the bars can be moved easily.

Control, the panel is secured.

Roger that.

Come back now, kids. Come back.

We're on our way back.

Jake, what's happening?

I don't know! I don't know!

Jake? Jake!

I can't control the damn suit!

- What's going on? - His suit is malfunctioning.

- Jake, do you read me? - Duncan, tell him to cut it.

Jake, cut off the fuel intake.

It's not responding!

Hang on, Jake.

I can't hold it.

Eject the pack. Eject the pack!

Oh, Christ. We're gonna lose him. We're gonna lose him!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You got the drive?

I grabbed it when I freed the panel.

You smashed up a dozen comm links, TCAS sensors...

I'm fine, thank you very much.

What happened out there?

Propulsion throttle locked up.

And you lost the door panel, which means no drive codes.

Back to square one.

Great.

Why didn't you tell them about the drive?

Because someone just tried to kill me.

I know my crew. I trust them.

You think you know them.

But someone doesn't want us to see what's on this drive.

Jake, there's no corruption here at all.

The doors weren't accidentally blown off. They were programmed to.

- This wasn't a malfunction. - No.

Someone intentionally killed Makmoud.

No doubt the same person that tampered with the Hong Kong satellite.

The user logins have been wiped clean.

We have no digital fingerprints.

No. That's what they think.

Login records are synced back to the mainframe.

Yeah, but that's the problem.

If they're deleted in one place, they're deleted everywhere.

No, everywhere they know about.

When we built Dutch Boy, we put in a locked off library.

Something that would track and archive everything.

Our saboteur's login info is gonna be in there.

Nope.

You've been locked out.

But by who?

The virtual conference room.

How many have access to those transmissions?

Anyone with level three access and above.

Dozens of people.

Max.

- Max. - What?

Relax. He'll be here soon.

What, really? I seem nervous?

Just a little.

He's here.

He's here?

No! No!

Cheng! My God!

No!

This is Agent Wilson. Yes, I need an ambulance right now.

- Dupont Circle. - Max...

Agent Wilson, I have dispatched the ambulance.

You got me. You got me.

I'm here. Look at me. Look at me.

Zeus. Zeus.

What?

Virtual conference initiating.

Max? You okay?

They said it was urgent. What is it?

Yeah. Um...

I wanted to apologize.

Apologize?

If you had any idea what I just walked away from...

You're gonna drag me up here just to apologize?

All right. Fine.

Apology accepted.

Hey, Max, we don't walk out on each other.

That's the unspoken code between brothers.

You remember that day Dad took us fishing?

Yeah, he dropped his cell phone in Key Biscayne.

Proof the Lawsons aren't fishermen.

Four hours,

the three of us didn't catch a thing.

I tried to sabotage Dad's reel so we could leave.

That pin at the highest part of the spool,

pulled it so the level mechanism would pop out.

Of course, Dad was a government spy his whole life, caught me red-handed.

"Trust me," he said. "I get it. No one likes to fail.

"But I'd rather not catch fish with my family

"than catch 20 fish alone."

I didn't even understand what he meant back then.

But I do now.

Take care, Max.

End transmission.

Transmission ended.

What was all that?

That was the first decent conversation we've had in years.

- Hey. - Oh, my God!

Would you relax?

What?

Do you have a moment?

Yes! I do. I got your message.

Jesus.

What happened? Did Secret Service Barbie dump you?

I need to show you something.

Take a look at this.

You remember that day Dad took us fishing?

He dropped his cell phone in Key Biscayne.

Our dad never took us fishing.

Oh.

That's sad.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not good at the, like, "Talk about your daddy issues"

kind of friend thing. I just...

What? No, no, no...

It's a code.

"He dropped his cell phone in Key Biscayne."

His cell phone number is the key.

Take a look at the digits.

Okay, you got your first number, that's your first word.

Second number, nine, you move on nine words.

- That's your second word. - Mmm-hmm.

Third number, nine again.

Another nine, you move on. Then nine, then two, then nine, then five,

and so on and so on until you get an entirely different message.

Oh. So, who came up with this encryption, a 12-year-old?

No. I was 13.

Okay.

So, one-nine-nine-nine,

two-nine-five-five,

eight-seven-one and go.

Proof of sabotage at the highest level of government.

Trust no one.

Well, you said you were looking for action.

Uh, yeah, but I mean, holy shit.

If you don't wanna take this any further, I totally understand.

No. I do, I do. I just...

I do and I don't.

Kinda like going on a rollercoaster or eating Chipotle.

What's our next move?

Okay. I need you to find anything you can on a file named "Project Zeus."

"Project Zeus"?

Yeah.

Okay. Looks like we have ourselves a bro-spiracy theory.

- Just run the damn search. - Yeah.

Um...

I am getting a hit.

Um...

But it looks like it's double encrypted. It's a little OCD.

Can you break it?

Yeah, I could,

but I can't do it from here.

The file's under a White House security network, and it's just not hackable.

I'd have to log in, and I don't have the credentials for it.

Shit. Neither do I.

I don't know anyone who does.

Yeah, you do.

Max?

Freeze.

Oh! Holy shit!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Honey, relax!

Who is this girl in our house?

I can explain everything.

Mmm, that sounds really pervy.

- Shut up. - Okay, I'm sorry. I will.

I broke one of your wine glasses. Um...

It just fell and I promise I'm gonna reimburse you.

I have the money. I'm sorry.

Talk.

This is Dana. She works with me in State.

Now, I asked her here because I need her help,

and as it turns out, I need your help, too.

She's hot!

I know how much your job means to you.

I took an oath, Max.

We have rules.

Technically, you're not supposed to be sleeping together either...

Dana.

You're asking me to commit a crime.

You're soliciting a Secret Service agent to break into the White House server

and illegally obtain files.

And you thought I would say yes!

- I still think you're gonna say yes. - Why?

Because I'm the one who's asking you.

And if I'm asking you,

well, then it must be important.

And you know that it's bigger than you and me.

"You and I."

Shut up.

Sarah, please.

One time.

We need to play back the security cameras without alerting anyone.

Someone killed Makmoud.

We find out why, we know who's behind this.

But you can't access the cameras without it being logged in.

That's why we're going to the back-up server room.

You see? It comes in handy that I built the place.

Yes, but I live here.

Show off.

Makmoud was prepping diagnostics on the Afghan sat

while we launched a replacement.

Son of a bitch.

He pulled something off the sat.

Poor bastard figured it out,

and they killed him to make sure no one else did.

There are no cameras allowed in the locker rooms.

Then let's go take a look for ourselves.

181.

181.

What's the code?

Seven, six, three, six, three.

What do you think you're doing?

You know what happened to me out there wasn't an accident.

Whoever did that

killed Makmoud.

And what makes you think it is not me?

Because if it was you, I'd be dead already.

Dussette, lower your gun.

Whatever you're looking for,

it is not in this locker.

I was here when Makmoud came in.

He put his stuff in an empty one.

Why didn't you tell me?

You watched the same security footage as I did.

I was just waiting to see who was gonna come and look for Makmoud's stuff.

It's in here.

Two, six, six, five, three.

Bingo.

This is everything he copied off the satellite onto his HoloFrame.

That's a virus.

That wasn't generated by the satellite's onboard computer.

Because they were planted.

Makmoud found the virus and got killed before he could tell anyone.

Oh, I got it. All right, here we go.

Project Zeus.

There are tens of thousands of storm simulations in here,

and each one is starting in a different place.

They all end the same way.

A geostorm.

I mean, unlike anything we've ever seen.

Dana, can you show us just the simulation that begins in Afghanistan?

Yeah, sure.

Okay, now filter those

so that the second malfunction's over Hong Kong.

Where are you going with this?

What if Cheng realized that someone was following one of his scenarios?

You know, making it look like a predicted pattern of malfunction,

disguising a crime like a series of accidents.

It might actually be a series of accidents.

If it were, they wouldn't have killed him.

Someone has weaponized Dutch Boy.

Virtual conference initiating.

Hey.

New face?

Yeah. A friend.

Uh, she's keeping things off the monitor channels,

so we're good.

- So you got my message? - Yeah, I got your message.

It's, uh... It's worse than we thought.

Whoever's doing this is using Dutch Boy to target cities.

Yeah, they're disguising their moves as malfunctions.

They already killed the man who found out about this,

and I don't think they're done.

Yeah.

This was my life's work, Max.

You know, they said it was impossible,

but we pulled it off.

And it worked

perfectly, without fail, day after day, year after year.

So what do people do with it?

Turn it into a gun.

I know.

I know. It's not too late. We can fix this

before it happens again, but I can't do it on my own.

I need you. I need you to tell me, how are they controlling Dutch Boy?

- I know how they're controlling it. - How?

A virus.

Well, can you stop it?

There's only one way.

We can shut down Dutch Boy temporarily.

The reboot will flush out the system,

kill the virus, and revert back to the fail-safe OS.

Okay. Let's do it.

I'm authorizing.

Yeah, I think we've established that I don't really wait for that.

This isn't a Chromebook.

You don't just put your finger on the power button.

You need the kill codes.

And the only one who has those is the president.

So let's just go to the president and tell him what we know.

No. You can't go to Palma.

We need way more proof than I have.

We're talking about shutting down Dutch Boy.

I mean, even for an hour, that puts the whole planet at risk.

No, I don't think you understand.

Someone sealed off the backdoor into the system.

A backdoor almost no one knew existed.

But the president did.

No. Jake, come on. What?

Are you out of your mind?

Not saying it's him. I'm saying, "What if?"

Who else has the resources to pull this off?

Murder, cover-up, a virus that can only be stopped with the codes in his pocket.

Why? Huh? Tell me, why? Why would he do that?

We're two weeks away from transferring Dutch Boy to the rest of the world.

Two weeks away from losing autonomous control.

Now, he talks a good game, but he's never gonna let it happen.

A series of disasters, an international crew to take the fall,

and he'll have to cancel the hand off.

And who would blame him?

All right. You stay on top of your satellites.

Max.

Max, don't do anything stupid.

Let's go.

Okay? They already tried to kill me once.

Max!

Transmission ended.

President Palma, a couple questions, please, sir.

Thoughts before you head to the national convention in Orlando, sir?

Mr. President, do you care to make a statement?

Mr. President, a moment before you head to Orlando?

My friends from Washington, D.C.

I could never get on a plane without saying hello to you. It's impossible.

What are you doing here?

- Are you insane? - Sarah, look.

Jake needs us to steal the kill codes from Palma.

Us?

You're asking me to help you on the word of your asshole brother,

who you haven't even spoken to for three years.

Yeah.

Think about it. Afghanistan, Hong Kong, Cheng, the crazy sim shit,

the death on the space station. Come on.

Look, you gotta trust me on this, all right? I'm not kidding around here.

- Okay. - Look.

The codes are on Palma's HoloFrame.

We can't do it on the plane.

Why not?

Too many eyes. He's never alone.

All right, then what's the play?

Palma wants some private time to shower and make calls before the after-parties.

You follow. I'll get you inside.

I can steal the codes while he's in the shower.

- That's the idea. - Yes, it is.

- Warning. - Out of the way.

All satellite communication offline.

All satellite communication offline. All crew report to stations immediately.

Oh, my God.

We have nearly 200 satellites reporting malfunctions,

most of them nearing critical.

Pull up the satellite closest to critical overload.

We've lost all control of the Tokyo satellite.

Max.

I didn't know you were coming to the convention.

Yeah. You know, my dad lives in Florida,

so I promised I'd get him into the convention.

We need every vote, right?

Yeah, well, bring him to the green room. We'll do a little photo op.

Oh, that's very kind of you, sir. Thank you.

We've got reports of extreme weather anomalies building

over Brazil, Mexico, Bucharest, and Belgrade.

There's over 1,000 storm warnings issued around the world.

Rio de Janeiro satellite critical.

Retrieval routine offline.

Chart a new course!

Get us close to the nearest satellites going critical.

- What are you trying to do? - We're gonna launch the replacements.

- As many as we can, as fast as we can. - Wait, wait, wait...

We have to retrieve the other satellites first.

Or the replacements will crash into them.

They're programmed to arrive

in the exact same destination.

And they'll knock out the infected satellites.

- Yeah. - Of course!

All crews report to stations

for Rio satellite replacement.

Go for launch.

Away she goes.

Satellite replacement for Rio on its way.

Warning. Satellite on collision course.

Disable the retro-boosters.

Don't let it slow down.

Load 'em up and keep 'em coming!

Warning. Geostorm alert.

Time to geostorm: one hour, 30 minutes.

Four more years! Four more years!

Thank you. As you know, the environment

was my late wife's great passion and purpose.

And I know that she would be extremely proud...

Caused by the worst hailstorm in recorded history.

There has been another extreme weather event, this time in Rio de Janeiro.

An offshore cold front moved rapidly across land,

plunging the city into dangerously low temperatures.

There are reports of numerous casualties,

but we don't know how many at this time.

We're also hearing that a cargo plane

may have crashed in the city itself, possibly related to the freezing cold.

Tokyo and Rio are the first catastrophic events since the launch of Dutch Boy.

Stay tuned after the break, when we'll be joined by our reporter Sally Jones.

Oh, God.

Hey, Max!

Where's your daddy?

Oh. Uh...

You know what? He got so caught up in all the excitement.

I recruited you for this position.

I know everything about you. Your brother, and your mother's death,

your father's death, everything.

Why'd you lie to me, hmm? Why'd you insist on making this trip?

Tell me what's wrong.

Maybe I can help you, maybe I can't.

All right, look.

I gotta tell you something. Come here.

We are 90 minutes away from a global storm we won't recover from.

And I need the president's kill codes.

Come again?

We gotta shut Dutch Boy down, now.

You're serious.

You say you hired me because you believe in me, right?

All right, well, I need you to believe in me now.

Well, we've gotta brief the president. Get to Cape Canaveral.

No, no, no. We can't do that, sir.

Why not?

I believe he's the one who initiated it.

United we stand.

United we can.

Four more years! Four more years!

You better be goddamn sure of yourself, making accusations like that.

With all due respect, we don't have time to argue about this.

Palma and I go way back. Why would he do that? That's insane.

Yeah, well, he's doing it.

What's your proof?

Yeah, I got proof. Dozens of files, all right?

In Project Zeus. It's all there.

Well, we can't get the kill codes from the president.

Why not?

Because the president is the kill codes.

Biometrics. Ten fingerprints, two retina scans.

Well, what do we do?

I'll have to reason with him. We'll have to reason with him.

Satellites are going critical over Florida.

Load a replacement sat, now.

Station self-destruct sequence initiated.

Phase one commencing now.

Okay. Shut that down!

I can't. I'm locked out.

We built in backdoor overrides.

Yeah, I'm trying them.

If we lose the station, we won't be able to control the satellites.

Self-destruct?

Why would you build that into the station?

In case it fell to Earth.

Where's Duncan?

He's the one with enough programming expertise to override the commands.

Duncan.

That's the fuel tanks.

They're the first to go.

Then section by section until command and retrieval.

Okay, everybody, get to the shuttles!

Evacuate!

Come on, we gotta hurry! Go, go, go!

Jake, what are you still doing here?

That felt good.

Been wanting to do that since I first met you.

Have you gone mad?

Yeah, pretty much.

The virus.

You're the only one that could have put it in the system.

You're the only one who could've sealed off the backdoor.

The only one that could've helped to pull this off.

I need the overrides for the self-destruct to the station, now!

I mean, what for?

I'm not gonna be here when it blows.

But you will.

Come on, man. Why'd you do it?

Well, you know what us lowly scientists get paid?

Take that times 1,000.

What difference is it gonna make?

If you don't stop, there's not gonna be a planet to spend it on.

Please. We're gonna keep all the best bits.

Aren't you a little bit curious to watch the world burn?

No. 'Cause millions of people are gonna die.

And one of them's my daughter.

Oh, shit.

Holding room for the president down on the left.

We'll confront him there.

Project Zeus.

Did Cheng tell you anything else?

Cheng?

But this president knows that hope is not a plan.

This president knows

that despite how far we've come,

there is much more work ahead.

Working to save our planet

is my first priority as vice president.

This is but a stepping stone to the success

and greatness that can and will be the future of our society.

Excuse me.

That's why I'm here tonight with the Speaker of the House,

the Senate pro tempore, and President Palma's whole cabinet.

We all stand united in support...

Palma doesn't leave the building.

- Yes, sir. - Let's go.

Where have you been?

Come here.

It's not the president, all right? It's Dekkom.

Dekkom? How do you know?

Because he just tried to kill me. That's how I know.

Look, the sim shows Orlando is the next city to be hit.

Here? Why would he do that?

Because Dekkom wants Palma trapped here, all right?

And everyone else who's next in line for the presidency.

Are we still stealing the codes?

The president is the kill codes, all right? They're biometric.

If Palma dies, Dutch Boy can't be stopped.

Sure, kidnap the president. That sounds like the reasonable move.

Yeah, well, it's the only move we've got.

Unless you wanna steal his fingers and his eyes.

Huh?

We go now.

You get us a car.

I'll get us a president.

All right, good.

The program did not gain

the immense international support that it...

Gunman spotted. POTUS is compromised. Evac to secure location Alpha.

Get him out, get him out!

Go, go, go.

Secret Service! Get back! Get back!

You got a 20 on the shooters?

Front mezzanine by exit 212! Two men with automatics!

- I'm on it! You get POTUS! - You two,

secure this entrance! No one comes down this hallway!

Nobody gets through! Hard room, Lammy.

- Got it! - You two,

clear the emergency exit now!

I'm sorry, Mr. President.

You need to come with me.

This exit is off limits!

Please remain calm.

Seriously? A self-driving cab?

Dana jacked it remotely. It was all I could get.

What the hell's going on here, Lawson?

Please, sir. Look, I'll explain everything in the car.

Please, sir! We don't have much time!

Keep moving! Get to the shuttles!

Keep going!

Quick!

Time to geostorm, 55 minutes.

Sir, I can barely hear you. The storm is causing too much static.

The Secret Service will be homing in

on the beacon on the president's HoloFrame.

You have got to get to him before they do.

Under no circumstances can he make it out of Orlando.

Our man on the space station did his job.

- Now you do yours. - Copy that. Got it.

- Dekkom? - It's the perfect weapon, sir.

All right, Dekkom is trying to change the map of the world.

And what? Blame it on a computer glitch?

Yeah, well, that and a dead president.

He'll take office after wiping out everyone in the line of succession.

Dear God.

- Get to cover! Under the bridge. - Sir.

You are implicating the Secretary of State in this.

Do you realize you're committing...

Treason. Oh, yeah. I kidnapped the president.

I've stolen state secrets. Anything I'm forgetting, honey?

Honey?

Guilty.

It took years for Dekkom to plan this, sir.

A president's schedule always changes last minute.

This is the one day and date he could be sure wouldn't move.

Having my brother and I

lead the investigation was a setup from the start.

Think about it.

He hired us to fail.

Get down!

All right, it's saying we're back in the clear,

where the four meets the 91!

Just gotta take care of a little problem first.

Hold on!

No!

Marry her.

No. We're fine here.

A lightning storm in Orlando

has caused a horrific explosion at the DNC.

There is no official word on the whereabouts of the president...

I don't know. I don't know.

I just can't get in touch with Jake.

And we have reports now of explosions on the space station.

Honey, the Orlando storm is getting really close to your dad's place.

I can't get through to him. Has he texted you?

He's not there.

He's there.

Of a major issue on the space station.

Attention all crews. Now loading final shuttle.

Please board your designated evacuation shuttles immediately.

Shuttle launch sequence initiated.

Jake.

- I'm not coming. - What?

When my brother gets those kill codes,

someone has to be here to execute the program.

No. We need to go.

We haven't heard from him in hours.

I trust him.

You know the reboot has to be done manually.

Then I stay. I'm the commander.

No.

I'm the only one my brother will trust with the codes,

so I need your HoloFrame.

You have to insert it manually at the core of the mainframe.

You can find it, yes?

- Yes. - Good.

Goodbye, Ute.

Auf Wiedersehen, Jake.

Pull over here.

The president's beacon shows him heading right towards us.

You really wanna drive back into that?

Yeah, right after it passes, I'll be the sole survivor,

ready to be sworn in as the next President of the United States.

Here they come.

Fire.

You thought the president was the only one who could be tracked?

- How in hell did you... - How?

Because I'm the goddamn President of the United States of America.

You're done, Leonard.

He's all yours.

Wait, wait! Wait a minute.

I've given you an opportunity, Mr. President.

You should take it.

An opportunity? Let him go!

It's genocide, Leonard!

You say genocide, I say preemptive strike.

You've lost your mind!

Tomorrow the sun will rise. All our enemies will be gone.

Wiped away as if by the hand of God.

Why would you do this?

Because no one else would.

I'm turning the clock back to 1945,

when America was a shining city on a hill, not a bank disguised as a country.

By playing God?

What the hell is Dutch Boy if not playing God?

Ask Max. He knows.

Science is all about playing God.

Sometimes God doesn't play so nice.

Yeah, well, you know what my brother would say?

What?

Get him outta here!

Let's go, Lawson!

That's my fiancée.

Get the president to cover! Hurry!

Mr. President.

We got the kill codes.

You'll have to hurry. The station is in full shutdown.

What about the crew?

Safe.

But Jake decided to stay.

To reboot the satellites.

Your brother is waiting for you.

Come on.

Virtual conference initiating.

Hey.

Jake.

Jake, it was Dekkom.

Well, I did say I might be wrong.

Mr. President.

How's Hannah?

Oh, she's good. She's safe.

Atlanta wasn't hit.

Thank God.

Identity verified. Shutdown protocol transfer initiating.

It's gonna take 60 seconds to upload.

How long till the self-destruct?

Eight minutes,

give or take.

Mr. Lawson,

we thank you for your sacrifice.

Wait. What the hell's going on?

You've done your part, Max.

Jake, what is going on?

Now it's time for me to do mine.

No, no, no.

The kill codes don't stop the self-destruct, do they?

Do they?

No,

only the geostorm.

The station self-destruct can't be reversed.

Come on, come on. There must be a way, huh?

Come on. It's all my fault. I'm the one who put you up there!

Hey, it's okay.

I wanted to go. It was my choice.

God knows,

I haven't always made the right ones.

You know, you were right, little brother.

I was supposed to look after you.

But you looked after me.

Can you forgive me?

Yeah, always.

Look after my little girl.

Stay in her life.

I will.

We should've done this a long time ago, huh?

Yeah.

You're a good man, Jake.

I'll see you, kiddo.

Transfer complete.

Time to geostorm: 5 minutes, 51 seconds.

Warning. Core rotation has terminated.

We don't know what's happening up there.

We just know the station has suffered a devastating accident of some kind.

We're being told now it is beyond repair or salvation.

Honey.

He's coming back.

He promised me.

We will keep you updated with any new developments.

Self-destruct entering phase four.

Code invalid.

Code invalid.

Need a hand?

Wrong door.

What're you doing here?

I told you. I live here.

Time to geostorm: 1 minute, 40 seconds.

Uploading kill codes.

Satellite shutdown in process.

When the last satellite cycles down, let me know.

I'll manually reboot the entire system.

- That should flush out the virus. - Okay.

Five to go.

Three.

- Come on, baby. - Two.

And one.

Manual reboot activated.

Status: rebooting.

The net is back up. The virus is gone.

Transferring control of the net back to NASA.

Jake!

I've got you!

Warning. Self-destruct entering final stage.

Best seat in the house.

Ute,

do you believe in a Hail Mary?

Follow me. We gotta get to the satellite.

I've got you.

We've gotta get away as far as we can before the final detonation.

Dock releasing.

And it appears we have lost the space station.

A tragic ending for the two heroes still aboard.

Hey, Max, take a look.

I'm picking up exhaust flares,

and they're pulsing in a Mayday pattern.

See if we can turn one of the shuttles around.

Hopefully, someone sees this.

Fingers crossed.

Hernandez, you son of a bitch!

Thank the Mexican.

Yes! Come here. Yes!

A miracle indeed.

The shuttle you see is bringing home all the ISS crew members

who remained on the station.

Hi, Jake. I'm Sarah, Max's fiancée.

Oh, welcome to the family.

Well done, well done, both of you.

Sorry I doubted you, Mr. President.

Yeah, well, you were wrong, Jake, again.

Well, how many times do I have to tell you?

Never listen to me.

God, it's good to have you back, man.

Good to be back.

It's a nice place you got here, Jake.

Thank you.

So when you heading back up?

- In a week. - Yeah?

Yeah, a lot of work left.

But I'll be back.

I know.

- This sucks. - Yeah, seriously, this is so boring.

You know what? I can't do this for another second.

Now, why'd you make us do this in the first place?

I don't know. I was trying to relive a moment.

A moment? What moment?

We never went fishing with Dad. You made that whole story up.

Yeah, but that was a good story, though, huh?

I mean, you gotta give me that.

I mean, it had a moral and everything.

Moral? What moral?

You can't undo the past.

All you can do is face what's ahead.

NASA maintained the satellites while we rebuilt the space station.

We made it safer, made it stronger. It belongs to all of us now.

One planet, one people.

And as long as we remember that we share one future, we will survive.

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