[♪♪♪]
This is something everybody should see.
Aw, come on, take those off,
would ya?
This is so cool.
Look. Look at that.
You see? You see the guy with the goofy hair?
That's Thomas Jefferson.
Originally, he was supposed to be
on the other side of Washington,
but they screwed it up,
so they had to blow his face off
with dynamite.
Cool.
Did they ever parkour it?
Nah. Only in the movies.
"North By Northwest." Classic Hitchcock.
Aw, come on. "Hitchcock."
The director? Alfred Hitchcock!
Big, fat guy,... fatter than your Uncle Ted.
[distant, ominous rumbling]
[sighs in appreciation]
Do you hear that?
[Man]: Look! Up there!
[thunderous crash]
[people shouting]
[Man]: Man, look at that!
Whoa!
[woman screaming]
[rumbling]
[♪♪♪]
Walter, get me data from VRM4
and reposition the space weather satellites
from its polar orbit.
I want to know why we didn't see this coming.
Sir? We could bring A.L.A.T. online.
You know damn well
why that satellite was decommissioned.
Adams! Where's the feed from Helios 2B?
We need to see what they're seeing!
And where the hell is that line to N.O.R.A.D.?
Sir!
We have projected trajectories
on three of the largest meteoroids.
The rest won't survive entry.
Estimated impact... 30 minutes.
[♪♪♪]
I want a public alert.
Alert for what?
Whatever gets people indoors and under cover.
I want a high alert for the Pacific Northwest.
Now.
[♪♪♪]
[Male TV Reporter]: The International Space Program
came under fire today
when astrophysicist Steve Thomas
released information to the media...
[Female Reporter]: The A.L.A.T. Program
was intended to be
an advanced satellite-warning system
using technology
designed to detect interstellar bodies...
I have nothing further to say at this moment.
Thank you.
[Male Reporter]: Are you saying you agree with what Thomas did?
[Woman]: All I'm saying is,
if the A.L.A.T. was being used as it was intended,
instead of spying on us,
he wouldn't have had to...
[Man]: ...Shut down the program
while the investigations continue.
[Man]: I was just trying to save lives.
[♪♪♪]
[Female Reporter]: The asteroid GX210
was expected to pass
about 350,000 kilometers from Earth
at around 8:00 p.m. Pacific Standard Time.
It has somehow disappeared,
baffling astronomers worldwide.
Head of State John Rowen
continues his struggle to restore trust
in America's International Space Program...
You look horrible.
I feel horrible,
because I'm hungover, big brother.
Well, you're not getting any sympathy from me.
I don't want sympathy.
[Female Reporter]: The integrity of this program
came into question last month,
when astrophysicist Steve Thomas went public
with the dual role of A.L.A.T....
Hey!
...The "Asteroid Location and Tracking" satellite.
Since when is it illegal
to tell the truth in this country?
You know, for a patriot, you look like a terrorist.
Classified documents released to the media
detail the satellite's ability
to illegally access data streams from other satellites
circling the globe.
In other news,
witnesses have reports a landslide at Mount Rushmore.
[shuts TV off]
What is this? Quiche?
It's crustless.
Doesn't that make it an omelet?
[sighing] Why do I bother?
Why do you bother?
Because you needed a place to stay,
and I was good enough to give you one.
That's why you bother.
Just a little reminder,
this was Mom and Dad's place,
and they left it to both of us.
Speaking of moving in...
you talk to Maggie?
No.
That's okay.
Just try not to cramp my style
while you're here.
Oh! Your style?
Yeah.
Like, say if I wanted to bring a girl home.
Oh! A girl, huh?
- What? That's funny to you? - Uh-huh.
Because it almost happened last night.
You should've seen this girl.
She was gorgeous.
And smart!
And...
And?
I think she was a reporter.
You "think" she was?
No, no. I'm actually...
I'm actually pretty sure she was a reporter.
Look, I know we're not supposed
to talk to the press, but you're famous,
and if I don't use that to pick up girls,
then what good is it?
What did you tell her?
I don't remember,
but I'm sure it wasn't bad.
Come on! You know me!
I'm a vault.
Did I mention she was gorgeous?
Come on. It won't happen again.
I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
Don't forget to take out the garbage.
Okay, so now we're mad?
[Birds twittering]
Hey.
I thought you two might like a coffee.
It's a new Columbian free-trade roast
I picked up.
Mr. Thomas.
Please, you guys have been tailing me for three weeks.
I figure we should be on a first-name basis.
Mr. Thomas, we don't want your coffee.
I do.
I'm gonna head to my house now.
I'll try not to run any red lights on the way over.
- Mm! That's good. - [engine starts]
[Douglas]: It's good coffee.
Shut up, Douglas.
[♪♪♪]
[Boy]: Are they ever going to leave us alone?
It's nothing a little paint won't fix.
Okay? It'll sell quick.
You'll see.
Yeah. I doubt it.
My dad's the biggest whistle-blower
since Snowden.
People hate him.
They hate us!
Hey. Not everybody.
Ah. You are still being harassed.
Yeah, your tax dollars hard at work.
Wow...
the yard looks empty
without all those reporters camping out.
Hey. What happened?
Uh, it's nothing.
Kyle got in a fight at school.
[sighs] Again?
Again? How many times has this happened?
Mom.
Too many.
The sooner we sell this house
and get out of town, the better.
Look, I... I can take care of myself. Okay?
I'm sorry, bud.
The real estate agent
said she'd be here by now, so...
How was dinner with nosey Nora?
Hey! Don't call her that.
Okay, my sister cares.
I care.
Really? Do you?
I'm not invisible.
Of course, you're not, honey.
You're not supposed to fight in front of your children.
It's, like, "Parenting 101."
- We're not fighting. - Yeah, we are.
No, we're not. We're discussing.
Well, hey. If we're "discussing,"
then let's talk about not selling the house.
Sweetheart...
[car approaching]
Is this your agent?
No.
Steve Thomas, it is an honor to meet you.
I'm Sandra Gibbons.
Oh! Kyle Thomas.
You're the youngest scientist
to compete in the U.I.A.F. rocket competition.
I really enjoyed your article
on how technology represents
the biggest threat to civil liberties.
It was great!
And you are?
I'm a reporter for the Wyman University newspaper.
Okay, please don't talk to my son.
I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas,
but if I could just have a few minutes of your time...
No interviews. Please get off my property.
I'm a friend of Bill's.
He said that if I mentioned his name,
that you would talk to me.
Bill?
He told you I was gonna be here?
He's a nice guy, really nice.
I met him just...
At the bar, last night.
[phone alerts beeping]
This is the emergency broadcast system...
Tornado?
...This is not a test. Repeat. This is not a test.
This isn't tornado weather.
[♪♪♪]
You know why I have a television?
Can't say that I do.
I want to watch Bonanza,
but instead I had to purchase
"bundled channels."
Now I got entire stations
dedicated to chopping vegetables.
Yeah. I feel your pain.
Hey, you want me to hold the ladder?
Nah, I'm all right.
[explosion sounds]
You hear that?
[rumbling]
Can't hear a damn thing.
[thud]
[groaning]: Oh! Oh, ho, ho...
What the hell was that?
It's a meteor shower.
Get down!
[impact roaring]
Everyone okay?
You okay?
Yeah. That was close.
I'm going to go take a look.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
This is so cool.
Be careful, though.
Keep your distance.
[♪♪♪]
[Kyle]: Well, how big do you think?
Size of a football, maybe.
We were lucky.
Dr. Thomas?
The warning said tornado.
Why weren't we notified earlier?
I don't know.
Do you think there are more coming?
Hard to say, but the odds
of another one landing anywhere near here are pretty slim.
[phone ringing]
Hey, you okay?
Kinda.
I think I sprained my tailbone. Is that a thing?
You there with Kyle and Maggie?
Yeah. They're fine.
So is your little reporter friend.
She's there?
Uh-uh, she is.
She's drop-dead gorgeous, right?
I gotta go.
Is Bill okay?
He's good.
Listen, I need your help.
Hmm.
And I need an interview.
- [Geiger counter crackling] - Stay back.
Be careful, Dad.
It's clean.
No radiation.
[♪♪♪]
Wow...
A real-life meteorite.
Just looks like an ordinary rock.
Doesn't look ordinary to me.
Okay, where are you... [stammering]
If you're going to dissect that in the house...
I'll clean up my mess.
Okay, 'cause the real estate agent's
gonna be here any minute.
Dr. Thomas, why didn't it burn up on entry?
Well, it did, sort of.
The Earth is constantly
bombarded by meteors all the time.
About 90% burn off on entry.
The entry velocity puts so much pressure on the object,
that it causes it to fragment.
You're a smart kid.
Hey, I'm not a kid. I'm 16.
Okay.
He's got an I.Q. of 154.
Wow. Like father like son.
[♪♪♪]
Our preliminary calculations indicate
that it'll be confined to the northern latitudes.
Sir, we don't know what this is.
This is unprecedented.
[sighs] No, sir.
We still haven't been able to locate GX210.
Yes, sir, a media blackout is a good idea
until we have the answers.
I'll make a statement to deflect. Agreed.
Yes, sir, I'll keep you posted.
Case?
I want all satellites that still have eyes
redirected,
and I want operational status on those that were damaged.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
Hmm.
That's interesting.
What?
Look at the texture.
It's almost...
zero porosity.
I've never seen anything like it.
[Maggie]: Steve, you're gonna want to see this.
[TV Reporter]: The asteroid GX210
was being tracked
by the International Satellite Program
when it suddenly disappeared.
Did the meteor storm have anything to do with GX210?
I can't answer that question at this time.
We're still in the process of investigating this phenomenon.
This phenomenon, as you call it,
killed 12 Americans and injured dozens more.
What assurance can you give us that this won't happen again?
This won't happen again.
You're evading the question.
And you, ma'am, are fear-mongering.
I have nothing further to say at this mom... [click]
Wow, he's arrogant.
And he's hiding something.
I need a strong microscope.
I'm going to go to the lab.
Your lab is on lock-down.
Someone will let me in.
Who?
You alienated everybody you know
with your little whistle-blowing stunt.
[doorbell rings]
[sighs]
You stay.
I can get you into a lab at the university.
Yeah?
It's fully loaded.
Maggie, I am so sorry I'm late.
I was on my way over here when the meteor storm hit.
I know, we saw.
Goodness, wasn't that just the scariest thing?
Um, Steve, this is Roberta, our real estate agent.
I don't know if what you did was right or wrong,
but I will tell you this, Mr. Thomas,
I am going to sell your house and get you top dollar.
[sighs] Sorry, you're gonna have to brief me later.
I have to go.
Steve, you promised me
that we were gonna list this house today.
The market's tight, we need to act fast.
Steve...
I'm sorry, Maggie,
but I have to figure out exactly what this is.
I'll call you.
Give me five minutes.
[knocking on door]
Hey, bud...
you okay?
Yup. Fine.
You sure?
I'm fine, okay?
Sandra's gonna take me to the university,
but when I'm done,
we'll grab a burger, take in a movie.
Heck, guys' night out.
We'll grab two burgers and watch two movies.
What do you think?
Sure, whatever.
Hey, bud.
Just go, okay?
Just go!
[♪♪♪]
Think of a movie.
[♪♪♪]
[Sandra]: Tell me about A.L.A.T.,
your "Asteroid Locating and Tracking" project.
I'm busy.
We had a deal.
I record everything you discover about the space rock,
and you give me an interview.
[sighs heavily]
The A.L.A.T. program is a satellite
equipped with radar and infrared technology
that enables us to detect asteroids
by their heat signatures
instead of reflected sunlight alone.
I already know that.
You leaked the information.
Remember?
Look, I need a real story.
When did you know that your project
was just another illegal global surveillance program?
It wasn't "my" program,
there were other scientists involved in its development.
You were the team leader.
It was your baby.
How did you find out
that the military had turned A.L.A.T.
into a spy satellite
being used against our allies?
Would you go public again,
if you knew what the fall-out would be?
I'll be damned.
Is that a yes?
[♪♪♪]
When a meteor enters Earth's atmosphere,
the air friction causes its surface to burn,
creating a glass-like shell.
And?
This one didn't.
Something about its composition
makes its surface non-reflective.
[sizzling]
Oh! Whoa!
What happened?
It expanded
because our space rock contains sodium phosphide.
Sodium phosphide? Like detergent?
No. It's a black, ionic salt that contains
the alkali metal sodium and...
the phosphide anion.
Hey. Can I have a piece?
Help yourself.
[Girl]: Hey, isn't that the disgraced scientist?
This interview's over.
Send me the footage.
Are you kidding me? That's it?
[groans] Oh!
[phone line ringing]
[phone ringing]
[Steve]: Don't hang up.
What do you want?
Can you talk?
And get fired? I don't think so.
Sodium phosphide.
What about it?
It, along with several metal alloys
that I'm not familiar with,
showed up in the meteorite
I dug up out of my backyard this morning.
Impossible.
All of the samples we collected and tested
are classic stony-iron.
Remnants of GX210?
Looks like it suffered an integrity breakdown
from Earth's gravitational pull.
We think it imploded.
I just tested mine at the university.
It's not a remnant of GX210.
Well, bring it in. I'll have a look.
No.
Until I know what it is, it stays with me.
For what it's worth, Steve...
I'm sorry.
I should have spoken out when you did.
Why didn't you?
I couldn't. I gotta go.
[dial tone buzzing]
[sighs]
Lose something?
My car.
You came with me, Dr. Thomas.
Right.
Do you want a ride home?
Yes. Thank you.
So, is this sodium phosphide in a meteor rare?
Yes.
The kind of "rare"
your A.L.A.T. satellite would pick up?
No comment.
[♪♪♪]
[Control Tower man]: Flight 114,
we're tracing multiple objects inbound.
Can you visualize?
[Pilot]: Whoa!
That was a near miss!
I have no idea what that was.
Tower, looked like a meteor.
[♪♪♪]
Thanks again for all your help.
You're welcome.
You don't need Bill to get to me.
Until I get the rest of my no-holds-barred interview,
he's fair game.
[scoffs] Why are you so pushy?
Because I need this, Dr. Thomas.
For a thesis report,
and right now this story is my best shot at graduating.
Well...
don't be surprised if you don't get what you're expecting.
When I think of the mess my life has become,
I'm not so sure I did the right thing.
You did.
And don't you forget it.
Goodnight.
[shutter snapping]
Don't you people have anything better to do?
You are a national security risk,
Mr. Thomas.
We will continue to monitor
you and your family.
You leave my family out of this.
You broke the law and betrayed the country.
You don't get to make demands.
Since when is it illegal to tell the truth in this country?
Just doing our jobs, Steve.
I hope you and Maggie work out these trust issues.
[♪♪♪]
[shutter snapping]
[Bill chatting indistinctly]
...I tell you,
I make more working direct
than I ever did for the cable companies.
Hey, Maggie brought us pizza, and there's beers in the fridge.
[Steve]: Thanks.
[Bill]: What did you think of Sandra? Huh?
Smart girl.
Yeah, she's smart! And she's hot!
Who would've thought a girl like that
would be interested in a guy like me?
But it happens.
So how did it go with the real estate agent?
Fine.
She took some pictures.
Place is gonna be listed at the end of the week.
Kyle come with you?
No.
He's with my sister.
"Nosy Nora."
[Maggie]: "Nosy Nora" takes an interest.
Kyle knows the importance of that meteorite find.
It's unlike anything I've ever seen before.
Right. Mm-hmm.
Your teenaged son is perfectly fine
coming second to a flying rock.
You know what?
I feel like, um, you two need to talk,
so I'll just be in the other room,
creeping on a reporter's Facebook.
If you need me,
that's where I'll be.
Kyle's rocket launch competition
is in two days.
Does that ring a bell?
Oh, no.
Told you about it over a month ago,
when he won the state preliminary.
- I'll call him. - Don't bother.
You don't take an interest, Steve.
You prioritize everything else over Kyle,
and he feels that.
I thought he was upset about us selling the house.
He's upset about a lot of things!
This is such a mess.
Yeah, it is.
Kyle and I understand
the courage that it took for you to go public,
but I don't think that you understand
the courage that it took for us to deal with the aftermath.
He's been bullied and beaten,
trying to defend you.
And where are you when he needs you?
Hmm?
Where are you when I need you?
I'm here! I've always been here for you and Kyle!
Part of the team!
You went public about a spy satellite
without telling us!
We had no way to prepare ourselves!
How is that being part of a team?
I was trying to protect you.
Well, you failed!
[door opens and shuts]
So, uh...
You, uh... gonna go after her?
No, I can't. She's right.
[♪♪♪]
What do you want, weirdos?
I could do that job.
What?
Ah, sitting on my ass all day,
drinking coffee, watching people.
You think they use hemorrhoid cushions?
I got to go.
Hey, I'm just trying...
No. I got to get out of here
without those goons following me.
Whoa, whoa, what's up?
I have a meeting with Casey.
It's important.
How important?
I may have to bring my old satellite
back online to prove the existence
of a very dangerous asteroid.
I have an idea.
It's an oldie, but a goodie.
Give me two minutes.
[♪♪♪]
What the hell's he up to?
Is he bird-watching?
I don't see anything.
[♪♪♪]
He's on the move.
[starts engine]
[engine knocking]
What the hell?
[shuts engine off]
Shoot!
Damn it!
[♪♪♪]
[remote lock chirps]
I've got to ask you another favor.
[Bill]: I don't think they're gonna fall
for the ol' banana- in-the-tail-pipe thing again.
Plus, I'm out of bananas.
[Steve]: I need you to come to Wyman U.
Drive into the underground parking lot.
You'll see my car. Wait for me.
Ooh. Cloak-and-dagger. I like it.
This is serious, Bill.
I know it's serious.
I'll be there in an hour.
I just got some installations to do.
- An hour? - Yeah!
I got bills to pay, buddy.
As a reminder,
I said "very dangerous asteroid."
Okay, fine.
I'll drop everything and meet you.
[♪♪♪]
- You're two minutes late. - Would you relax?
They think you're a threat to the country.
If I'm caught...
Casey, I get it.
But it's worth the risk.
What the hell is this?
That's what I said.
Here.
Check it out.
I think GX210 collided with a dark asteroid
and shattered.
That's what caused this meteor storm.
A "dark asteroid," are you kidding me?
It's like nothing I've ever seen before.
Almost non- existent albedo
with a featureless electromagnetic spectrum.
The x-ray diffractometer
could only detect traces of sodium phosphide.
Unknown silicates make up the rest of the composition.
This is way out in left-field.
I mean, we don't even know what this is made out of.
That why I roughed in a simulation this morning.
Look at the original trajectory.
I mean...
GX210 didn't just fall apart... it was knocked off-course.
There's too many variables
to know exactly what happened.
That's why we need a visual.
If this is out there,
we need to do a complete orbit computation.
Dark asteroids don't reflect the sunlight,
they absorb it.
The only way that they can be seen is with infrared.
Exactly.
That's why we need to get A.L.A.T. up and running.
[laughs]
Are you nuts?
That entire wing got shut down once the scandal hit.
If the Feds see you anywhere near there,
they're gonna shoot first and ask questions later.
What if you're wrong?
What if GX210 simply did implode?
Your asteroid chunk could've been floating by
and got caught up in the debris.
I won't go to jail on a hunch.
We designed and built A.L.A.T.
for this exact situation.
It's an unknown, Casey.
Right now, there could be an asteroid
on the same trajectory as that meteor storm.
An asteroid we can't see coming.
If it's big enough to take out GX210...
We're talking about a potential planet-killer.
Okay.
New access codes.
Do whatever you have to do,
but don't include me.
We're done.
I need more than access codes, Casey.
I don't want you near me ever again.
[♪♪♪]
[Female Reporter]: Yesterday's meteor storm
has been classified as a freak celestial occurrence,
but unconfirmed reports
of similar meteor activity from around the globe
are appearing online.
Officials are unavailable for comment.
You want to tell me
why you've got me watching your car all day?
Casey's gonna help me get the satellite up and running.
To do that,
I need you to help me break into my old lab.
Serious?
"End of the world" serious.
What's the plan?
I've got an idea.
I hope it's a good one.
[♪♪♪]
[knocking] Hello?
Can I come in?
Yeah. Sure. It's not my room anymore.
So...
You, uh, getting nervous about the competition tomorrow?
Nope.
Probably not gonna win anyway.
Hey! You don't know that.
Your rocket made it into the finals.
There's a very good chance it could win.
Are you and Dad getting a divorce?
[sighs]
Honey, it's complicated.
Oh, my God.
We're living at Aunt Nora's and you're selling the house!
You're getting a divorce, Mom!
No matter what happens, honey,
what's most important
is that you know your dad and I love you so much.
Well, where is he?
Why'd he forget the competition?
He's under a lot of pressure.
Yeah, he's not the only one!
I know, I know.
Okay?
I don't want to talk.
[♪♪♪]
All right.
Um, I'll get started on lunch.
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
There are two guards here.
Does one of them look a little scary?
Yeah, one guy looks a little scary.
That's Hank. He's a football fan.
Ask him if the U Of O Ducks won today.
- U of O what? - Ducks.
Hey, how you doing?
Sorry I'm late,
but that, uh, that meteor storm yesterday
really screwed everything up.
You got some picture I.D.?
Yes! Yes, I do.
Did that, uh, that Ducks game get canceled?
No. They won.
They won, huh? That's great.
That's good. I really like that team.
They're gonna go all the way this year, I think.
Wait here.
Oh, he went away. He looks mad.
Damn.
Maybe he's a Beavers fan.
Shut up.
You shut up.
You're not on the visitor roster.
Really? Because they called about the cable receptors.
Must be some kind of problem on the east side of the building.
We're gonna need to search your vehicle.
- Sure. - Okay?
Sure. Yeah.
He's searching the vehicle.
Can you unlock
this door, please?
Yeah! Uh, sure. One second.
What are we doing here? We're just going to jail?
- [text chimes] - Here comes the cavalry.
- What cavalry? - Your girl.
[car shuts off]
Hey! Hey, you can't be here. This is private property.
Actually, this is government property
and it's paid for by our tax dollars.
And we have the constitutional right...
- ...To a peaceful protest. - Are you serious?
Isn't she something?
This is not a safe place for...
- [horn honks] - [protesters shouting]
Hey!
Let him through.
Put your camera down...
Talk to me like a person.
Let him through.
Can you people move back 10 or 15?
This is... this is a public road we're on.
Hey, if you can pull the wax out of your ears.
You know, if you people
took a bath every once in a while...
I feel a little claustrophobic.
We can do this.
Yeah, right. Okay.
Here we go.
[Bill]: What is this place?
This is where we built my satellite.
Crazy.
They shut this wing down the day after the scandal hit.
Come on.
[♪♪♪]
- I feel like I'm at a... - Hello.
- Pajama party or something. - So far, so good.
Here. This one, this one, this one.
This one.
Okay...
Open it.
Yeah. Just give me a second..
What am I, a magician?
All right...
All right.
There we go.
There we go...
[zapping]
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine.
Smudges? Really?
Fingerprints.
You can't do that at home?
Thank God, they didn't dismantle it.
All right. I need you to secure the door.
Okay! You got it.
[power whirs]
Once we get this thing booted up,
we're gonna have company pretty quick, right?
Yep. We're only gonna have a few minutes to make this work.
[keys clacking, computer chirping]
This is so cool.
Don't touch anything!
I'm not.
[computer whirring and trilling]
That wasn't me, I swear.
I know.
We're in.
Are you actually controlling a spy satellite right now?
"Retired" satellite.
We're finally going to use this as it was intended.
[♪♪♪]
What are you doing now?
I'm using the satellite's frequency generator
to send out electromagnetic pulses
at 2-5 microns.
It's following the same trajectory as the meteor storm.
Okay. English. English.
Will that let us find the asteroid?
I hope not.
What?
I'm praying that there's nothing else out there.
Oh. Right.
[♪♪♪]
[phone rings]
Barker.
Sir, we have a security breach.
Excuse me?
A cable repairman, unscheduled.
We suspect he's somewhere in the building.
How the hell did he get past security?
The disturbance due to the protestors.
Well, find him!
- [alert beeping] - Sir!
A.L.A.T.'s operating system's been accessed.
It's online!
I want security at the A.L.A.T. lab now!
[♪♪♪]
Damn.
"Damn." What damn?
It's another meteor storm...
but that's not the problem.
That's not the problem? What's the problem?
That.
[♪♪♪]
It's a dark asteroid.
[♪♪♪]
[panel beeps and blares]
It's not working!
Calculating point of impact.
[door banging]
We've got company.
[all grunting]
Look out, look out, look out!
[♪♪♪]
[Radio crackling]
Shut the power down in the lab now!
We're going to prison, right?
Prison's the last thing we should be worried about.
Is that thing coming towards us?
Yes.
What?
Shouldn't we... I don't know,
get out there and tell people or something?
[drill whirring at door]
[electricity whines to a halt]
They cut the power.
[thud]
We're unarmed!
Thank you so much, gentlemen.
We'll have that report on your desk within the hour.
Time to get back to work.
Do you realize
how much trouble your brother is in
because of you?
I take full responsibility for breaking into that lab.
And I take full responsibility
for helping him.
You broke into a federal building
and hacked into a satellite
decommissioned on direct order from the President.
You're both going to prison for a very long time.
We had no choice.
I had to prove the existence of a dark asteroid.
What "dark asteroid"?
The massive one that collided with GX210,
turning it into that meteor storm.
A.L.A.T. located it. The data indicates
it's on a collision course with Earth.
That's impossible.
Russia's about to get hit by a meteor storm,
then Berlin, then London.
The meteors will keep getting bigger.
And you know this how?
It's fundamental physics, Phil.
In an asteroid collision,
the resulting explosion flings debris further into space.
The rest of GX210 is still coming.
But that's not the worst of it.
Really, and what is?
The second wave of destruction will be the dark asteroid.
It is going to hit
somewhere in the continental U.S.,
and it will be catastrophic.
It's true. I saw it with my own eyes,
right before you cut the power. Thanks for that.
Why won't you listen to me?
Because I don't trust you.
There's millions of lives at stake, Phil.
This isn't about you and me.
We need A.L.A.T. now.
Call the Secretary of Defense!
while we still have time!
Get them out of here now.
Casey! Tell him to put A.L.A.T. back on-line!
We need to find a way to fix this!
Casey!
Sir...
maybe we should explore this.
Harris...
did you help Thomas break into the lab?
No, sir.
I hope not...
because, if you did,
you will be tried as a traitor along with him
and his brother, do you understand me?
Yes, sir.
- Get back to work. - Yes, sir.
[♪♪♪]
Hon', I know this sucks,
but we have to get it done.
Okay? Staging's going to help sell the house.
I know.
Have you even
touched your telescope room yet?
I'll get around to it.
Today, please.
[♪♪♪]
It's Steve. I'm not here, so leave me a message.
Steve, you can keep running from me,
I can handle that,
but you cannot do that to our son.
Okay? You're gonna break his heart
if you're not at that rocket competition tomorrow.
[♪♪♪]
You okay?
I'm great,
considering we're handcuffed
and, you know, locked in a room.
Sorry I ever got you into this mess.
Think about the fun we could have
if we got into serious trouble like this all the time, huh?
Time is running out.
I need to fine to Maggie and Kyle
before all hell breaks loose.
Okay, but something's gonna happen.
It always does. We're the good guys, remember?
Yeah... right.
[♪♪♪]
What is it?
It's about to get intense out there.
[♪♪♪]
[shouts in Russian]
[impact roaring]
Just let me know if that number gets any higher.
Can I help you?
I'm Agent Jenkins.
We're here to transfer Steve Thomas.
And none to soon.
I hope he's locked up for the rest of his life.
We need to ask you a few questions.
Of course. Come into my office.
[bell dings]
[♪♪♪]
[bell dings]
[♪♪♪]
Hey, Michael.
Sounds like those protesters are causing more trouble,
and Barker needs you at the gate.
What about these guys?
The Feds just arrived and they're handling it.
[♪♪♪]
Come to say goodbye?
No. I've, um... come to break you out.
[♪♪♪]
Are they close?
A minute away.
Are you sure about what you saw?
Zero doubt. Try to convince them.
- I'll do what I can. - I'll be in contact.
Casey...
Thanks.
Yeah. Okay.
This way.
[elevator doors ding]
[panel beeps]
[♪♪♪]
Call Douglas.
Let him know
we're wrapping this up in the next 10 minutes.
So, yeah, we were just thinking...
This one?
Yeah. Should be the one.
Should be the one.
Go.
[♪♪♪]
Act natural.
Oh, no.
Are they looking?
- Run. Run, run! Run! - Oh, no!
This way!
Oh!
Walking... walking...
Walking...
Oh, no, agents.
Go, go, go! Run! Go, go!
Up the stairs!
Go! Go!
- Do they got guns? - They have guns!
They stole my van!
[protesters shouting, indistinct]
[Protestors]: Stop spying from outer space!
This way!
Go! Move!
I.S.P., get out of our face!
Stop spying from outer space!
I.S.P., get out of our face!
Over here!
[spraying]
Clear the way! FBI! Clear the way!
Out of the way! FBI!
[tires screeching]
That was close.
Close? That was intense! That's what that was.
And you!
With the pepper spray? I mean, that was amazing!
That was... That was hot.
Sorry if that's...
I'm sorry if that's weird for me to say,
but it was totally hot.
[church bells tolling]
[♪♪♪]
Okay, what did we find out?
Are there more surveillance programs?
Is A.L.A.T. back online?
There's lots to explain, but first, another favor.
- Ask away. - Isn't she great?
You're totally great.
I need to get into the computer lab at the university.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
What?
Berlin.
If my calculations are correct, they're about to get pummeled.
I think I missed something.
Who's about to get pummeled?
[♪♪♪]
You surprised me, Harris.
I didn't think you had the guts.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't be stupid. I saw the security cameras.
What were you thinking?
I was thinking you were blinded by your own ego
and I had to act.
[thump]
Ahem.
You are on very dangerous ground, my friend.
I don't care.
I'm not going to stand by and let you ignore
a potential threat to this planet.
Gentlemen!
Escort Mr. Harris from the premises, please.
You may have just signed humanity's death warrant.
Sir, Berlin just got hit with a meteor storm.
Bigger than Russia!
Get this man out of my sight. What do you got, Walter?
[♪♪♪]
[sobs softly]
[Big Ben chiming]
[♪♪♪]
[impacts exploding]
The rocket show.
I'm doing it to them all over again.
I feel you, but you gotta look at the big picture here.
What's the big picture?
Somebody wanna tell me what the hell is going on?
Tell her.
I got A.L.A.T. back online.
It picked up another meteor storm,
followed by a large asteroid headed towards Earth.
How large?
A diameter about twice the size of the Empire State Building,
impact some time in the next 12 hours.
Where, exactly?
Somewhere in the western continental U.S.
My God.
- How bad is it? - Bad.
Fallout could affect the entire planet.
[♪♪♪]
You're telling me
that no other country with a space program
saw this coming?
Not every satellite has infrared technology,
and not every asteroid reflects sunlight.
It was invisible until A.L.A.T. saw it.
Well, we have to warn the world.
Where's the proof?
That's what we're here to get.
How are we going to do it
if the access codes don't work?
Before Barker shut everything down,
I opened a back door in their firewall.
[Sandra]: Impressive! You're gonna hack the hackers?
I am, as soon as I can decipher this last encrypted password.
[computer trilling]
How long will that take?
A couple hours.
Is there anything we can do?
Yeah, you can find us some food.
Food's good.
Come with me.
[♪♪♪]
Keep pressing it.
- Okay. - Keep pressing it.
I got it. Chocolate.
And... [bang]
[gasps]
[vending item drops]
[gasps]
Huh?
Where did you learn how to do that?
I got expelled from a lot of schools.
Drove my parents nuts.
But at least they had Steve,
the star of the family.
He had all the brains.
Well, there are different kids of smarts.
I like yours better.
I like you.
I mean, I-I... I "like" you.
I know where we can find a hot drinks machine.
Yes!
Hey, listen, um...
Wait. [takes a breath]
I know that I'm not the kind of guy
that a woman like you hooks up with...
I don't mean "Hook up." You know what I mean.
"A woman like" me?
Yeah, you know, somebody who's..
beautiful, and-and smart...
and...
And what?
I just want you to know
that I know you're out of my league,
and I'm okay with that.
Don't put me on a pedestal, Bill.
- I'm not! - I'm not an angel.
I know.
I used you to get to your brother.
[chuckles]
I'm cool with that.
I'm serious.
Look, I really needed that story, and then...
I got to know this goofball
a little bit better and...
And?
And there's a really good chance
that something terrible's gonna happen tomorrow.
This could be our last night on Earth.
Yeah. You're right.
Would you like to hug?
[laughs] Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
I thought I'd find you here.
You doing some last-minute calculations
in your head again?
This competition is important.
Mm-hmm.
I came up with a whole new design,
where I could reduce the drag and increase the range...
and the weather changed.
My math, it has to be right.
[chuckles]
You sound just like your dad.
Hey! Did you see that?
Yeah.
After what we saw yesterday,
a shooting star doesn't seem all that lucky.
Mm. Some of them still are.
I think you should make a wish.
I don't want you and Dad to get a divorce.
I know.
It's late, okay,
and you have a big day tomorrow.
I think we should go to Nora's
[♪♪♪]
And where are these news reports?
It's not news.
The media blackout seems to be holding.
It's social media.
They're popping up everywhere...
London, France.
[computer trills]
Sir... New York just took the biggest hit.
Casualties in the thousands.
Bring it up.
Damn it.
Where is this storm coming from?
Um, sir, Casey mentioned to me
the possibility of a dark asteroid.
There is no dark asteroid!
And Mr. Harris is no longer with us.
I want facts, Walter! Not theories.
Adams! I need the diagnostic of our tracking systems.
[Adams]: All right, let's get on that diagnostic right now.
[♪♪♪]
Okay, look, you said a couple of hours,
and now it's been all night.
We have get out of here...
- ...Before classes start. - I'm nearly there.
[sighing]
Bill, wake up.
Yep, yep. I'm awake. I'm awake. Ahem.
Did you get the encryption?
No, he didn't.
[beeping]
Yes, I did.
I'm in.
[keys clacking]
[beeping]
[satellite whirring to life]
I'm linking you in.
Start a... a file.
Print up everything you have. I need hard copies.
What can I do?
I can... I can send e-mails, I can save stuff...
I could really use some more coffee.
Great.
I had A.L.A.T. track
the dark asteroid's dust residual
back to its origin.
It was a Trojan in Jupiter's orbit.
Well, why didn't it stay there?
Perturbation.
Competition between the sun's gravitational pull,
and Jupiter's created enough orbital energy
to fling it into space.
Like a sling-shot?
It's more like a cue ball.
It's hitting every other asteroid in its path,
causing these meteor storms
with incredible debris velocity.
It's why we're having so much trouble tracking it.
Okay, but when exactly is the dark asteroid gonna hit?
That's what I'm calculating now...
including exact location.
We need to send all of this out,
blanket every newsfeed you can think of.
- [alert beeping] - We have a firewall breach.
Someone's hacking into the A.L.A.T. system.
Can you track the intruder?
Yes, sir.
Wyman University.
'Kay. Block him.
Trying, sir.
Agent Jenkins?
I have his location.
[beeping and trilling]
Damn!
What?
Barker knows I'm in, he's trying to block me.
He doesn't know we're here, does he?
It's an easy trace.
Well, if Barker knows that we're here,
maybe Jenkins does, too.
Who's Jenkins?
An agent with an attitude. You don't want to meet her.
We should really get outta here.
I'm almost there.
Still calculating the exact size, velocity and angle.
The density measurement is problematic, but...
[♪♪♪]
Head that way, in case he comes for his kid.
The rest of you are with me.
[♪♪♪]
Okay, so you got... you got everything?
I got the rocket, I've got the computer.
- We're good. - You're good?
- Yeah. - Okay.
There's a lot of people here.
Whoa! That is some rocket they got there.
Yeah, well, it sure
made the students who designed it rich.
Thing launches cable satellites into space.
That's could be you someday!
[laughs]
[♪♪♪]
[Billy]: We're at ground zero for the meteors?
That's not the problem.
Within the hour, an asteroid 3/4 of a mile wide
is gonna hit off the coast of Oregon
at roughly 30,000 miles an hour.
[Billy]: We gotta call Maggie!
Tell her and Kyle to get the hell out of town!
I can't call them. There's no escape.
What about Washington? Montana? Ida... The rest of the country?
No! The impact is going to destroy the West Coast.
The consequences on the biosphere
will be even more catastrophic.
The sun will be blocked out by dust
for at least a year,
plant life will die,
temperatures will plummet...
there's nowhere to run!
We can contact the military.
They can nuke it!
- Blow it up! - Yes!
I'm not exactly on their Christmas list.
Even if they would listen to us, there's not enough time.
It's too close!
And we have another problem.
Another problem?
What else could there possibly be?
The last of GX210 is about to hit us.
So are you telling me
that if we survive the meteors,
we're just gonna wait around to get hit by the big one?
We have to try to convince them!
I may have an idea.
Do you still have that piece of meteorite I gave you?
Yeah. Right over here.
I need to get back into the chemistry lab.
All right, flood all the data
to your online contacts.
Do you remember how to get there?
I think so.
What're we going to do?
If we can't blow up that monster,
maybe we can shrink it.
What? How?
I'll explain later. Come on!
Be careful.
You too.
[♪♪♪]
[keys clacking]
[buzzing chatter of crowd]
There are so many here.
[overlapping]: Hey.
- Do you want to... - Yeah.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Thank you. [chuckles]
Hey. He's gonna be here. Okay?
Let's go get set up.
[♪♪♪]
[lock beeps]
Okay. We're looking for hydrochloric acid.
Hydrochloric acid...
Do you remember that acid bomb I made in the 11th grade?
Yeah, you took out a row of lockers.
You were lucky no one was hurt.
I was hurt.
Got second-degree burns. Still got the scars.
No one's fault but your own.
Grab me that cart.
Unbelievable.
That was 20 years ago,
and you're still lecturing me about it.
I'm sorry. What was your point?
How is hydrochloric acid
supposed to shrink an asteroid?
You may need this.
Now, when I tested the meteorite before...
ammonia reacted to trace elements of sodium phosphide.
It caused the sample to expand rapidly.
Acid molecules are ionized water...
sodium phosphide is ionic.
The two together should cancel one another out
and cause the meteor to shrink.
"Should"?
Yeah, I know it's a long shot, but...
You should stand back.
[sizzles and explodes]
Whoa!
It's gone!
No, it imploded.
Instantaneous chain reaction!
Okay, but can it take out an entire asteroid?
Yeah, it might,
if we had the right delivery system.
[scoffs] Well, in that case,
why don't we just go over to Kyle's rocket competition?
That's a great idea!
[chuckles]
Come on!
What? I was kidding! They're children!
[♪♪♪]
[Male agent]: There she is!
Move, move!
[♪♪♪]
Where are they?
Who?
The Thomas brothers. Where are they?
Sorry, I don't know who you're talking about.
Talk,
or I'll arrest you for abetting a felon
and inciting a riot at a federal building.
[♪♪♪]
Stay here and don't let her touch anything.
You two are with me.
[♪♪♪]
[crowd buzzing with chatter]
[hushed]: Come on, Steve. Pick up.
Hey, it's Steve.
I'm not here so leave me a message.
You talk to him?
No, Hon', he didn't answer.
Okay, well, what about Uncle Bill?
No. [sighing]
[scoffs]
I'm sorry. I'll keep trying him.
[♪♪♪]
[bag thuds]
[♪♪♪]
[boom]
[rumbling]
[high-pitched screeching]
[explosion roaring]
[crashing and shattering]
[♪♪♪]
When you said "within an hour"
I thought you meant, you know, an hour.
This is the remains of GX210.
The asteroid's still coming!
Don't move!
Everybody on the floor!
[impact roaring]
Go!
[panicked chatter and shouting]
[meteor crashing]
Detective! Do you copy? Do you copy?
You have to let me go! We're going to die in here!
Just stay there!
We're not going anywhere until I get an order!
[crashing]
Detective! What's your 20?
[whack]
[♪♪♪]
- Over here! - Sandra!
[♪♪♪]
Oh!
Go! Get out of here!
Bill! Don't!
Bill!
[gun fires]
No!
Go!
Everybody down!
[panicked shouting in the background]
[♪♪♪]
[systems zapping]
Shut it down. Shut it down, now!
Sir! There's an e-mail flooding our network.
It's a warning from Steve Thomas
about some kind of incoming asteroid.
Bring it up!
[monitor beeping]
Oh, God.
What have I done?
Cut him off!
Mom!
Hey! Stay close! Stay with me.
What about Dad?
Your dad will find us, okay?
We cannot stay in here.
This way! This way.
[♪♪♪]
Give it up, Thomas!
[♪♪♪]
- Dad! - Oh!
[all sighing and wheezing]
I thought I lost you two.
How long is this gonna last?
[scattered sirens wailing]
Is it over?
No.
[♪♪♪]
It's not over.
Uh... guys?
What's that?
[Steve]: It's a planet-killer.
Maggie, I'm sorry for everything,
but I think I can stop this with this chemical reaction.
Gonna need your help, bud.
Is there anything here that can carry a three-pound payload
to a 10,000-kilometer range?
There's only one rocket here
that can reach that altitude.
Take me to it. Come on! Let's go!
Let's go. Come on.
It uses a ramjet engine.
It's fully loaded for launch.
I think I can access its operating system.
Here is all the data, including trajectory.
Okay, help me brace this.
Can you hold it?
Right there.
We only get one shot at this, don't we?
We'll make it count.
[zapping and fritzing]
General, the... the asteroid is too damn big.
Even if we do nuke it,
the resulting debris would kill us.
Yes, sir.
I understand.
Asteroid will impact in five minutes.
[♪♪♪]
I'm in.
Okay. Great. Now you have to target the Asteroid.
Dad, it's traveling at, like, 30,000 kilometers an hour!
Look at me.
You are the smartest rocket scientist I know, Kyle,
and you can do this math in your sleep.
- But, Dad... - No. There's no time.
Now, I need to hard-wire this.
You have to do the calculations.
I know you can do this.
[Walter]: Three minutes to impact.
[alert blaring]
I am so sorry.
[♪♪♪]
[Steve]: How are you doing, Kyle?
Stay focused, bud.
[Kyle]: The velocity... and mass...
divided by the distance...
multiplied by Pi.
[♪♪♪]
Uh, Dad?
Steve?
[Kyle]: Come on.
Okay, it's ready!
[Steve]: Upload the data.
Okay. Ready.
Launching!
[whoosh]
[♪♪♪]
I hope I got that right.
[beeping]
Sir...
we're tracking a missile launch
from the University.
[♪♪♪]
Come on. Please work. Please work!
[♪♪♪]
Wasn't something supposed to happen?
Wait.
[♪♪♪]
[all cheering]
[laughing]
[sighing deeply]
Thank you, Steve Thomas.
[♪♪♪]
[ringing]
Can someone bring me some ice water with no ice,
please?
Hey, pal, I'm pretty sure
you didn't get shot in the leg.
- It hurts. - [mockingly]: Oh...
Hey, check it out. Sandra's new vlog is up.
Good, good, good. Put it on.
There you go, Your Majesty.
Thank you.
Good evening, and welcome to the world's
alternative and independent news source.
Today, the President announced
his "Take Back the Skies" program,
and the appointment
of controversial whistle-blower Steven Thomas...
- ...As its Director. - Controversial.
After being vilified by politicians
and the mainstream media,
Thomas' remarkable return to grace
has been linked
to the destruction of the mysterious dark asteroid
responsible for last month's meteor shower.
We here at Freedom Network salute you, Steven Thomas...
a true American patriot and hero.
[♪♪♪]