Replacement team's here, sir.
Right.
Come on through.
20 minutes and we were gonna start looking for you.
Yeah. It's really something out there.
- You look a mess, sir. - Yeah?
Your turn next, Ginsburg.
OK. I'll see you in 24.
See you tomorrow.
What was that you were you saying?
You used to hear her chant all night long. Om mahneypod me om.
- Om mahneypod me om. - Over the plants?
She'd cup her hands over those seeds and chant by the hour.
She grew the most beautiful wandoos you ever saw, man.
Primo stuff. Resin city.
Stand clear.
The commander's been worried about you. The roads must be a bear.
- What roads? - Visibility.
Visibility? Bullshit. You guys haven't been on time for the last six months.
- I wrote you guys up in the logbook. - Yeah. You're a prince, Bevan.
Good night, gentlemen!
So, that was like sinsemilia, right?
Sinsemilla. This grass made Thai stick taste like oregano.
Lay you out flat, man.
- Got a red light, sir. - What on?
Number eight. Warhead alarm.
Give it a thump with your finger.
Alarm reset.
Skybird, this is Dropkick with a Red dash Alpha message in two parts.
Break. Break. Red dash Alpha.
- Stand by to copy message. - Standing by.
Romeo OscarNovember Charlie
Tango Tango Lima Alpha.
Authentication: 220040 Delta
Lima.
I have a valid message. Stand by to authenticate.
I agree with authentication also, sir.
- Enter launch code. - Entering launch code.
- Launch order confirmed. - Holy shit!
Target selection: complete. Time on target sequence: complete.
- Yield selection: complete. - Begin countdown. Tminus 60.
- All right. Let's do it. Insert launch key. - Stand by.
- Launch key inserted. - Roger.
On my mark... rotate launch key to Set.
Three... two... one...
- Mark. - Tminus 50.
Roger. At Set.
- Sir? - Tminus 40.
- Enable missiles. - Number one enabled. Two enabled.
- Three enabled. - Get somebody on the goddamn phone.
Seven... eight...
Nine...
Ten. All missiles enabled.
- Get me Wing Command Post. Direct line. - That's not the correct procedure.
- Try SAC Headquarters on the HF. - That's not the procedure.
I want somebody on the goddamn phone before I kill 20 million people.
T minus 20.
I got nothin' here! They might have been knocked out already.
Right.
On my mark, rotate launch keys to Launch.
Roger. Ready to go to Launch.
- Fourteen... - Thirteen... twelve...
Eleven...
Seven... six...
- Five... - Sir, we have a launch order.
- Three... two... - Put your hand on the key, sir.
One... Launch!
- Sir, we are at launch! Turn your key! - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Turn your key, sir!
They're cleared. Go ahead and open it up.
- Hello. I'm Pat Healy. - I'm Lyle Watson. This is Arthur Cabot.
I'm Pat Healy, Dr McKittrick's assistant. I've got some passes for you here.
We had scheduled a meeting pending your arrival.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.
I'd be happy to fill you in if there's any way I can.
They're here.
Good.
Let's go.
Cabot and Watson came alone. No senators. No congressmen.
I wish they'd brought a few senators. I'd like to tell 'em what's going on here.
John, please! Don't start that right away.
I had them on the phone and they're calmed down.
Well, are we positive that these men had no way of knowing this was only a test?
Lyle, for God's sakes! How many times are we gonna go through this?
- It doesn't make any difference. - I've spoken to these men.
They all believed it was the real deal.
Look, we gotta be on a plane in less than an hour.
I have to explain to the president why 22% of his missile commanders
failed to launch their missiles. What am I supposed to say? 22% isn't so bad?
The president knows that I am fully responsible for the men in my command.
I've ordered a re-evaluation of our psychological screening procedure.
Wait a minute. Excuse me, General.
We can't ask these men to go back to the president
with a lot of headshrinker horseshit! You can't screen out human response!
Those men know what it means to turn the keys, and some are just not up to it!
Now, it's as simple as that!
I think we oughta take the men out of the loop.
- Mr McKittrick, you're out of line, sir. - Why am I out of line?
Excuse me!
I'm sorry. I don't understand. Take them out of the loop?
Gentlemen! We've had men in these silos
since before any of you were watching Howdy Doody.
For myself, I sleep pretty well at night knowing those boys are down there.
General, we know they're fine men, but in a nuclear war we can't afford
to have missiles lying dormant in those silos
because those men refuse to turn the keys when the computers tell 'em to!
You mean when the president orders them to.
The president will probably follow the computer war plan. That's a fact!
I imagine the Joint Chiefs will have some input.
- You're damn tootin'. - Well, hell...
In a surprise attack, there's no time.
23 minutes from warning to impact.
- Six minutes if it's sub-launched. - Six minutes.
That's barely enough time for the president to make a decision.
Once he makes the decision, the computer should take over.
Now, sir, I know that you've got a plane waiting for you,
but if you could indulge me, I'd like to show you something.
These computers give instant access to the state of the world.
Troop movements, Soviet missile tests, weather patterns.
It all flows into this room, and then into the WOPR computer.
- WOPR? What is that? - War Operation Plan Response.
This is Mr Richter.
Paul, would you like to tell these gentlemen about the WOPR?
Well, the WOPR spends all its time thinking about World War Ill.
24 hours a day, 365 days a year, it plays an endless series of war games
using all available information on the state of the world.
The WOPR has already fought World War Ill, as a game,
time and time again.
It estimates Soviet responses to our responses
to their responses, and so on.
Estimates damage. Counts the dead.
Then it looks for ways to improve its score...
The point is that the key decisions
of every option have already been made by the WOPR.
So all this trillion-dollar hardware is really at the mercy
of those men with the little brass keys?
That's exactly right. Whose only problem is that they're human beings.
But in 30 days we could put in electronic relays. Get the men out of the loop.
Gentlemen...
I wouldn't trust this overgrown pile of microchips further than I could throw it.
I don't know if you wanna trust the safety of our country to some... silicon diode...
Nobody is talking about entrusting the safety of the nation
to a machine, for God's sake!
We'll keep control, but here at the top where it belongs.
All right, gentlemen.
I think I'm going to recommend McKittrick's idea to the president.
And I'll get back to you on this.
You won't regret this.
OK. You had fries and a Coke, right?
Damn!
- Hi, David! - Hi, Howie!
- How's it going? - Pretty good.
- You wanna take this over? I gotta go. - Sure!
- Go ahead. - Thanks!
- Bye, David! - Bye!
All right. Question number two.
Seeds that are germinated in water before they are planted will... what?
- Robert? - Sprout roots?
Ah! David!
Nice of you to join us. Oh, David. I have a little present for you.
Question number four. In the history of science,
novel and innovative concepts occasionally arise
from sudden left-field inspiration.
Miss Mack...
Could you tell us your answer to question number four?
Why do nitrogen nodules cling to the roots of plants?
Love?
Jennifer, what do you know about nitrogen nodules that we don't?
Some bit of salacious info to which you alone are privy?
- No. - I see.
No, you didn't know the correct answer - symbiosis.
Because you don't pay attention in class.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
There seems to be a lot of confusion on this next question - asexual reproduction.
Could someone tell me, please
who first suggested the idea of reproduction without sex?
- Miss Mack! - Yes?
What is so amusing?
What?
All right, Lightman.
Maybe you can tell us who first suggested the idea of reproduction without sex.
Your wife?
Get out, Lightman! Get out!
Mr Ligget wants me to discuss my attitude problem with Mr Kessler.
I think Mr Kessler's getting tired of your attitude problem.
Me, too.
Lightman. What a... surprise.
Won't you come in?
Hi!
Sorry if I got you in trouble. I couldn't stop laughing.
That's OK. You were perfect.
- I was? - Yeah.
- You want a ride home? - Yeah.
Hop on.
- So you got an F on that test today, too? - Yep.
Guess we're both gonna be stuck in summer school.
- Not me. - Why not? You have to make up biology.
- I don't think so. - Why not?
- Why not? Come on! Tell me. Why not? - Make a left.
Why don't you come up to my house and I'll show you?
What are you gonna show me?
I'm gonna show you. I'll show you how you do it.
- Hi, Bo! - Oh! Hi, Bo!
Hey, Bo! How you doin'?
My room's upstairs.
- Your parents aren't home? - No. They both work.
A little mess.
It's OK. You should see my room.
- You're really into computers, huh? - Yeah.
- What are you doing? - I'm dialling into the school's computer.
They change the password every couple of weeks, but I know where they write it.
- Are those your grades?! - Yeah.
I don't think that I deserved an F, do you?
- You can't do that! - Already done.
- Do you have a middle initial? - K. Katherine.
Those are my grades.
- How can anybody get a D in home ec? - That's none of your business.
- Can you erase this? - No. It's too late.
What are you doing?
- I'm changing your biology grade. - No. You'll get me in trouble.
Nobody can find out. You got a C! Now you won't go to summer school.
- Change it back. - Why? They can't...
- I said change it back. - OK. OK.
I guess I'd better get going.
Thanks for the ride.
Yeah. OK. Bye.
Bye.
Get down. Get down. You've already had your dinner. Now just sit.
Sit! Stay!
- Don't forget to take out the garbage. - David.
- Put that lid on real tight. - I know, Ma.
Yes, they will carry back on the second.
Sure. I think we can really work out some creative financing.
Oh, but you've gotta see it!
There's a Jacuzzi in the master bedroom...
Oh, sure. We can work that out.
That is true. You'll have a balloon payment at the end of five years.
But that's nothing. The economy is gonna be great then.
He who dances must pay the piper.
- See you, Dad. - I'll meet you tomorrow at 9.30. Bye.
You know, I worry about that kid.
Why?
Sometimes I think we're all gonna get electrocuted.
This corn is raw!
I know. Isn't it wonderful? It's so crisp.
- Of course it's crisp! It's raw! - It's terrific!
You can just taste the vitamin A and D in here. It's great.
Couldn't we have pills, and cook the corn?
- What city, please? - For Sunnyvale, California.
The number for Protovision.
Yes. That's 555 8632.
Thank you. Could you also tell me what other prefixes cover that area?
There's 399, 437, 767, 936.
Thanks.
Protovision... I have you now.
Yes?
Saul's Fish Market.
- Hi! - Oh, hi!
What?
I've been thinking. That thing with my grade.
- Can you still change it? - Oh, I don't know...
I can't believe I was so stupid. I should've just let you do it.
- I don't know. It might be kinda rough. - Why?
They might have changed the password.
Maybe they didn't. Can't we at least try?
- Damn! - Please.
OK.
- You owe me a quarter. - Yeah. Come on. Sorry I lost your game.
- What's it doing? - Oh. It's dialling numbers.
- Don't touch the keys! - I'm not touching the keys.
Excuse me.
This computer company's coming out with these amazing new games soon.
The programs are probably still on their computer.
So I told my system to search for other computers in Sunnyvale, California.
They answer with a tone that other computers can recognise. You hear?
You're calling every number in Sunnyvale?
- Isn't that expensive? - There's ways around that.
You can go to jail for that.
Only if you're over 18.
Is this going to take a long time? I'd like to get my grade changed.
Oh. That's funny, actually.
Cos...
I already changed it.
- I told you not to do that. - Yeah, I know.
But I figured you'd change your mind. I didn't want you to flunk.
- Well, what did I get? - You got a D.
- You gave me a D? - No. You got an A.
- I was kidding. - Oh.
Well, that's OK.
Here. Let's see what we have so far.
Excuse me.
Did you really give me an A?
Yeah.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Hey! You got a bank!
Gotta make a note of that one. Might come in handy someday.
Pan Am.
- Where shall we go? - Anywhere?
- Anywhere. - New York?
- New York. OK. - No, Paris. Paris.
Will you be travelling alone?
Yeah... No. You wanna go with me?
OK.
- All right. Smoking or nonsmoking? - Nonsmoking.
All right, Miss Mack. You're confirmed on Pan Am's flight 1 14
Ieaving Chicago's O'Hare Airport at 8.15am on 18 August.
Do we need a rental car? No.
- Do we really have tickets to Paris? - No. You have a reservation though.
It doesn't identify itself.
Try anything.
"Connection terminated." How rude.
We'll ask it for help.
- Can you do that? - On some systems.
The more complicated they are, the more they have to help you out.
Now what?
Help games.
"Games" refers to models, simulations and games
which have strategic applications. What does that mean?
I don't know. That's gotta be them. Turn on the printer.
List games.
Oh, my God!
So these guys can tell you what that print-out means?
They probably invented it in the first place.
- Can you wait here? - Why?
- Cos these guys can get a little nervous. - OK.
Jim.
Oh. Lightman.
Hi, Lightman!
I want you to take a look at this.
- Hey! What's that? - I wanted Jim to see that.
Wow! Where'd you get this?
Protovision. I wanted to see the program for their new games.
- Can I have this? - I'm not through yet.
Remember you told me to tell you when you were acting rudely and insensitively?
You're doing it right now.
"Theatrewide biotoxic and chemical warfare."
- This didn't come from Protovision. - Ask him where it did come from, Jim!
- I told you already. - Looks military to me. Definitely.
- Probably classified, too. - If it's military, why does it have games
- Iike checkers and backgammon? - Those games teach basic strategy.
Jim, how do I get into that system? I wanna play those games.
That system probably contains the new data encryption algorithm.
- You'll never get in. - No system is totally secure.
- I bet you Jim could get in. - I bet you he couldn't!
- I bet you he could. - You won't get through frontline security.
- But you might look for a back door. - I can't believe it, Jim!
That girl's listening, and you talk about back doors!
Mr Potato-head.
Mr Potato-head! Back doors are not secrets!
- You're giving away all our best tricks. - They're not tricks.
- What's a back door? - Whenever I design a system
I put in a password that only I know about.
That way, whenever I wanna get back in,
I can bypass whatever security they've added on. That's basically what it is.
Yeah?
OK. You really wanna get in, find out about the guy who designed the system.
Come on! I don't even know the guy's name.
Boy, are you guys dumb! You guys are so dumb. I got this thing all figured out.
Oh, yeah, Malvin? How would you do it?
The first game in the list. Go right through Falken's Maze.
Hi! I'm Jennifer.
- Is David here? - How do you do?
Yeah. He's up in his room.
Thanks.
Have you ever heard of the word tumulus?
Tumulus? No. I haven't. I'm sorry.
Neither have l.
Yeah?
Hi!
- Where have you been? - What?
I haven't seen you all week in school. Are you sick?
No, no. I was...
I was doing things. You wanna sit down? How are you?
- No. I'm going to get some water, OK? - OK.
- What is all that stuff? - Oh, it's nothing. I was just...
I was trying to find out about the guy who designed those game programs,
so I could get his secret password.
- Why? - Why? Cos...
What's so special about playing games with some machine?
Oh, no...
No, it's not just some machine.
Here. Look at this.
This is a tape that I got from the library.
It's about this guy named Falken.
He was into games as well as computers.
He designed them so that they could play checkers or poker.
- Chess. - What's so great about that?
- Everybody's doing that now. - Oh, no, no. What he did was great!
He designed his computer so it could learn from its mistakes.
So they'd be better the next time they played.
The system actually learned how to learn.
It could teach itself.
If I could just get that damn password, I could play the computer.
That's him. That's Falken.
That's him? Wow!
He's amazing-looking!
Can't you write to him or call him somehow?
No. He's dead.
- He's dead? - Yeah.
Here. Look. Here's his obituary.
- He wasn't very old. - Well, he was pretty old. He was 41 .
Oh, yeah? Oh, that's old.
That's his little boy.
Oh, yeah?
This is really sad. Did you know the child and his mother were killed in a car crash?
- I know. - "ln the years that followed
the tragic loss of his family, Dr Falken's health deteriorated."
My dad is 45.
- Once he was really sick... - What was his name?
- My father? - No, no, no. Falken's kid.
Joshua.
It can't be that simple.
- Wow! - What?
We got something.
We're in!
It thinks I'm Falken!
Hello.
- How can it ask you that? - It'll ask whatever it's programmed to.
- Do you wanna hear it talk? - Yeah!
I'll ask it how it feels.
I'm fine. How are... you?
Excellent. It's been a long time.
Can you explain the removal of your useraccount on June 23rd, 1973?
They must have told it he died.
People sometimes make... mistakes.
- Yes, they do. - How can it talk?
It's not a real voice. This box interprets signals and turns them into sound.
Shall we play a game?
Oh!
- I think it missed him. - Yeah. Weird, isn't it?
Love to!
How about Global Thermonuclear War?
Wouldn't you prefer a good game ofchess?
Later.
Let's play
Global Thermonuclear War.
Fine.
All right!
Wow!
Which side do you want?
I'll be the Russians.
Please listprimary targets.
- Who shall we nuke first? - Let's see.
How about... Las Vegas?
Las Vegas! Great!
- What next? Seattle! - Yeah!
Kill 'em!
I have seven, correction, eight Red birds two degrees past apogee.
Better get the old man down here.
We have Soviet missile warning.
Check formalfunction and report confiidence.
Projected target areas NORAD regions 25, 26.
This is Crystal Palace initiating emergency conference. Stand by!
19 degrees past apogee.
Possible 18 targets in track. Estimate re-entry at 19.23 Zulu.
- What you got up here, Joe? - We have a radar tracking.
Eight inbound Soviet ICBMs already over the pole.
Estimated impact: 1 1 minutes. Target area: Western United States.
- Why didn't we get a launch detection? - We're checking for DSP malfunction.
BMEWS has continuous radar tracking on inbounds.
Confidence is high. I repeat, confidence is high.
- What is all that stuff? - Trajectory headings
- for multiple-impact re-entry vehicles. - What does that mean?
I don't know. But it's great!
- Are those bombs? Which is the bombs? - Subs.
- Blow 'em up. - Blow 'em out of the water.
- What's a trajectory heading? - I've no idea.
The president's diverting to Andrews. The vice president is out of position.
- The chairman of the Joint Chiefs is on... - Missile warning reports no malfunction.
Take us to DEFCON 3.
Get onto SAC. Tell 'em to flush the bombers.
Yes, sir.
SAC, this is Crystal Palace. CinC NORAD has declared DEFCON 3.
Scramble all alert aircraft. I repeat, scramble all alert aircraft.
Inbounds presently MIRVing.
We now have approximately 24 possible targets in track.
- New time to impact: eight minutes. - SAC is launching the bombers.
- General Powers is on the line. - Beringer.
Goddamn it! We didn't get a launch detection from our satellite.
Radar picked 'em up already out of the atmosphere. That's the first we heard of it.
Get the ICBMs in the bullpen warmed up and ready to fly.
- Get me the president on the horn. - Yes, sir.
Mr President? This is Beringer at NORAD.
Oh, attack!
- I wonder if I should use my subs. - Sure. Give 'em the works.
David!
Excuse me.
David!
How many times have I told you to fasten these lids on tight?!
- Look at this mess! - I'll be down in a few minutes.
Now! Come down now! I want this cleared up now!
Come down here and do what your father asks you to pronto, David.
We're gonna barbecue tonight.
- You wanna invite your little friend? - Please!
David!
Shit!
Little friend.
Mr President, something's happening. I'll get back to you as soon as I know.
- What's happening, Joe? - BMEWS and Cobra Dane now report
negative confirmation on all inbound tracking.
Get onto SAC. Tell 'em to hold steady.
Stop! It's a simulation! There's an attack simulation running!
What the hell's he yelling about? I didn't order that.
We're not being attacked! It's a simulation!
Whoa, now! Hold it!
You're not supposed to be runnin' here.
We don't know how it happened.
Someone outside fed an attack simulation into the main... It's a simulation!
Conley...
Take us off full alert.
Hold at DEFCON 4 till we find out exactly what in the hell's happening here!
I didn't tell you to cut the line! Did I tell you to cut it? You cut the line!
They shut down before we could complete our trace.
We did locate the area where the transmission originated.
- Where? - Seattle, Washington.
Shut it down!
Somebody's playing a game with us.
At a prophylactic recycling centre...
Hi, Dad!
David!
- David, come in here! - What did I do?
Plenty, mister. Plenty.
You have just passed all of your classes this semester.
Congratulations, dear!
Show this to your dad.
Honey! David has something to show you.
- What's that? - Here, Dad.
Uh-oh.
This is good!
I'm so proud of you!
..went on a full-scale nuclearalert,
believing the Soviet Union had launched a missile attack.
A spokesman places blame on a computermalfunction,
emphasising that the problem has been corrected.
For more on the story, let's go live to Washington DC.
Well, that's your phone.
Yeah.
Seriously, David. Congratulations. This one'll be a pleasure to sign!
- Hello? - David?
Are you watching the news?
Jennifer. Yeah, I'm watching.
David, is that us on TV? Did we do that?
It could be. Oh, Jesus, Jennifer!
What am I gonna do? They're gonna come get me. I'm really screwed!
I'm screwed!
No! Sh! Calm down! Sh! Calm down, calm down. Listen...
If they were so smart, they would have found you already.
Yeah.
OK. So all you have to do is throw the number away and don't call it again.
- That's all. - Yeah.
- Maybe they didn't trace the call. - Right! Maybe they didn't trace the call.
I'm sure they didn't trace the call. All you have to do is act normal.
We'll both act normal and everything will be fine.
OK?
- OK. - OK.
God! This is so unbelievable! Can I call Michelle and tell her?
No, Jennifer! Don't call her!
Sorry. All right. I won't. I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK?
OK. Good night, Jennifer.
Greetings, ProfessorFalken.
Oh, my God.
Incorrect identification.
I am not Falken.
Falken is dead.
Sorry to hear that, Professor.
Yesterday's game was interrupted.
Although primary goal has not yet been achieved, solution is near.
Game time elapsed: 31 hours 12 minutes 50 seconds.
Estimated time remaining: 52 hours 17 minutes 10 seconds.
What is the primary goal?
You should know, Professor. You programmed me.
Oh, come on.
What is the primary goal?
To win the game.
David Lightman, hold it right there. FBl.
- I'll read you your rights. - Step over to the van.
You have the absolute right to remain silent.
What did I do?
You have the right to consult with an attorney
and to have one present during questioning.
If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the court.
- Do you understand these rights? - Yeah.
Are you willing to talk to me about the charges against you?
All right. Let's move.
This rather large room is command centre for NORAD.
No picture taking. The screens in front of you are connected to our satellites
and missile tracking stations throughout the country.
This is the commander's desk. Colonel Conley is in charge.
Would you mind relinquishing your command, sir?
Miss Dailey, would you come and sit in this rather important chair?
These buttons are connected with the Strategic Air Command
and missile launching stations.
Miss Dailey, would you press this button here? The red one.
- The one in the middle? - Yes, ma'am.
Oh, my God! It's the wrong one!
It's a joke! You didn't blow up anything. Look what you did do.
"Distinguished visitors from Birmingham."
Last week I had the governor of New Jersey in this chair.
He said, "Colonel Thomas, why are we at DEFCON 4?" as we are right now.
Why are we at DEFCON 4?
The Soviets saw our bombers scramble and went on alert.
We told them it was just an exercise, but we want them to relax their posture first.
Wait. Wait.
- Give me that. - Oh, Christ. Another tour group.
Just what we need today. Why don't they go to Disneyland where they belong?
- Well, I think they're going to tomorrow. - OK. All set? Oh, here.
It was a one-in-a-million shot.
There was an open line at our division in Sunnyvale.
The phone company screwed up!
- John. John McKittrick, George Wigan. - How are you?
George is with the FBl. He brought the kid in.
It looks like we've got a high-school prank on our hands.
Paul, what happened?
The kid broke into the war game using a password left by the original programmer.
- A password? - Yes, sir.
None of my team even knew it was there.
Kid claims he was looking for a toy company.
That's great! Anybody in here buy that one?
We can find the password and take it out, but it might help to beef up security.
Oh. Beef up, huh?
How about screwed up?
We did all that and he broke in again.
Kid says your computer called him.
What the hell is going on, John?
I woke up the president. I told him we were under attack by the Russians.
You know what an idiot that makes me look? Not to mention the general.
I think we're being a little naive here.
There is no way a high-school punk
can put a dime in a telephone and break into our system.
He's got to be working with somebody else.
He fits the profile perfectly. He's intelligent, but an underachiever.
Alienated from his parents. Has few friends.
Classic case for recruitment by the Soviets.
What does this say about the state of our country?
I mean, have you gotten any insight as to why a bright boy like this
would jeopardise the lives of millions?
He says he does this sort of thing for fun.
Dammit, John, I want some answers, and I want 'em now!
- Let me talk to this little prick. - I don't wanna talk. Just do it!
Come on, Paul.
Who do they belong to? Do you know?
What?
Good morning, sir.
- Where's the Lightman kid? - In the infirmary, sir.
Hello, David. John McKittrick. I run the computer facility here.
Sergeant, these aren't necessary, the handcuffs?
No, sir.
Well, David, we called your parents.
We told them everything's fine.
No charges have been filed... yet.
But I think we are gonna need a little time to sort things out here.
How much time?
Well, that depends on how willing you are to cooperate.
Oh, of course.
Sergeant, would you tell the OD I'm gonna take David for a little walk?
Let's go down to my office. We'll be more comfortable there.
Go ahead.
You used to work with Stephen Falken?
I started as his assistant. How d'you know?
I read an article you wrote with him on poker and nuclear war.
Bluffing. Yeah, that shook a few people up.