SOLDIER 1: Go!
Walter!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
SOLDIER 2: Breach Team 2! Go!
Immunity agreement and extradition waiver.
Sign them and I'll tell you how I hacked into NASA.
Corporal to Command, we have Scorpion.
He's just a kid.
MAN [OVER RADIO]: Team leaders maintain position till evac.
Target is acquired.
Just wanted the shuttle blueprints for my wall.
What's your name, son?
WOMAN: Walter.
Are you listening?
Yes, you said, "I didn't see this coming at all."
I can't believe you're breaking up with me.
I'll admit you have been patient.
Longest three months of my life.
You're not easy, Walter.
I thought this might help. Throughout our relationship
you've accused me correctly of being unable
to connect with your emotional state.
So I mapped out
what I anticipate you'll experience
over the next few minutes.
You wrote a document to connect with me emotionally?
Hmm. And this is a decision tree.
- This is just to help you through this-- - Hey.
I pay you to fix wireless, not talk.
You scheduled our break-up on a job?
To be more efficient.
You may be trying, Walter,
but you're still a million miles from normal.
Okay, Bert, your table's right here, and your tea is waiting,
- eggs will be out in five. - All right.
You smell so good today. What is that? New Cologne? I love it.
- Hey. NEMOS: Kid, no making a mess.
Paige, again your boy is all over it with the shakers.
PAIGE: I know. Nemos, I know.
He's just having a hard time adjusting in school.
He'll be back next week. Promise.
Hey, honey, it's okay.
Mr. Gianakos just likes to keep things neat.
Remember we talked about that kind of thing before?
Doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, okay?
Uh-uh-uh.
PAIGE: Excuse me.
Can I help you?
No. But you should help him.
Wireless is up.
Don't yell at that boy.
[DOOR BELL JINGLES]
MAN [OVER RADIO]: if you're sick of being broke, for $108. 3,
which month has 28 days?
- All of them. WOMAN: I actually know this one.
- February? MAN: We have a winner.
Idiots.
Okay, so if my math is right, and it is,
we can siphon 700 kilowatts a month through the fall
before anyone even notices.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? Over 30,000 shock-related accidents
- happen every year. - Please. I got this.
See? Power's up.
WALTER: Why are you stealing electricity?
Just borrowing it until they turn our power back on.
I thought we were paying the bills after the Credit National job.
SYLVESTER: I was.
I worked for three days on this great loss algorithm--
You got lost in the numbers and forgot to pay the electric bill.
And the water bill and our rent, and the payment was all in cash,
- which got misplaced. - It's somewhere close.
- When's the last time you ate? - You mean like food?
Okay, it's cool.
I finished the Linwood job. Toby's picking up the fee.
- Why not you? - I built the contractor
an automated conveying system and he called me sugar.
So I hit him in the mouth.
And Toby is where exactly?
Keep your voices down just one minute.
Toby, tell me you have the Linwood payment.
First, I nearly tripled the Linwood payment.
So those thugs are chasing you down to give you a big congratulations?
TOBY: I beat them at poker. They're chumps.
Pupils, they dilate whenever they get a good hand.
Harvard-trained behaviorist should know people don't like to get cheated.
- I hate you. - No, you don't.
We have a combined IQ of nearly 700 and we can't even pay our bills.
- We had a bad day. - we've been at this for two years.
The whole reason why I started this company is because
we have more to offer than fixing routers.
I'm reading a textbook panic response to normal financial stressors.
If this thing is going south, Walt, just let me know.
I have a cousin who owns a garage in Phoenix--
No matter how hard we try, and I know we're all trying...
We're a million miles from normal.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
Shh!
Yo!
[SIRENS WAILING]
Hey, good, your timing is perfect. Guy in there ripped us off.
I'll put a bag of pills in your pocket fat enough
to get you a room in Lompoc.
Understand?
Now hit it.
Homeland Security!
- Is this you? - No.
We're looking for Walter O'Brien.
It's a badge.
No, no, no. Get out. Get out. Get out of here now.
I wouldn't be here if I weren't desperate. Trust me.
Trust you? Was that a joke?
Who are you?
He's Federal Agent Cabe Gallo.
We worked together years ago.
The outcome was unfavorable.
Put it aside, O'Brien.
I need you.
Forty-five minutes ago, there was an automatic software upgrade
in the LAX control tower.
It had a bug.
Now the entire system's down.
Wait, all the communications are down?
Contact’s been lost between Long Beach, LAX and Burbank.
Incoming flights have been diverted
but the ones about to start their descent,
56 of them are out of comm range.
NSA is trying to work a satellite hook-up.
FBI is attempting a Morse code signal from the observatory.
We need you on software.
Without landing guides, those planes run out of fuel.
SYLVESTER: And crash.
And crash, Walter.
Sounds like catastrophe is imminent.
So go find someone else. Now.
How about a certified federal check for $50,000 in each of your pockets?
I ran checks on all of you.
Mechanical prodigy,
world-class shrink,
a human Calculator,
brilliant minds working at half capacity.
You want to do something meaningful?
Here's your chance.
You don't, people and metal will be falling from the sky
in less than two hours.
It's your call.
Even with half of my IQ,
I wouldn't be dumb enough to believe you twice.
Put it aside? Forget about it and move on?
It's not an option for people with photographic memories.
Give us a minute.
What the hell are you doing?
Mirroring you so your subconscious could relate to me.
I thought it would help you relax.
You think it's working?
Breaking this down logically, we're not just gonna let people fall out of the sky.
- I'm telling you I don't trust him. - I get it,
but without an influx of capital, these two
are just gonna go back to hacking banks.
And the next forensic analyst they run into won't be as nice as you.
Now, personally, I'm cool, I can handle myself.
Time is wasting. we've got 56 planes to land.
LAX tower control is the main hub for all the other airports.
Fix the software there, it autocorrects in Long Beach and Burbank.
If new software's the glitch, first is delete that,
then download old software.
- Enough for the planes to land. - So you're doing it?
We go to LAX, we fix the software.
We are at a 90 percent chance of success.
Grab your equipment.
Mine too, please.
Must have been keeping tabs on me to find me so quickly.
I got promoted to the L.A. office.
It only makes sense that I would track you down.
Okay, your body language suggests that's about half the truth.
Of course, there's a 10 percent chance that everyone dies.
You cross me on this,
I'll go online
and in less than an hour, I will erase you.
[BELL DINGS]
PILOT: Sorry for the delay, folks.
We should have some more information shortly.
Thank you for your patience.
Still no contact.
- Your cell? - Nothing.
Back in the Air Force, I once dropped down to 1,500 feet to catch a signal.
We descend without comms, we could run into another plane.
I'm sure there's an army of people working on this as we speak.
All right, listen, when the FBI and the NSA fail,
do we get some kind of bonus here? Double or nothing.
- Toby. - I'm just saying.
They were your top choice for this?
Walter O'Brien is one of the five smartest people alive, so, yes.
WOMAN: Cabe Gallo, just got word from headquarters,
there's a major pileup on the 405.
LAX is unreachable for hours.
Repeat, LAX is a no-go.
- Copy that. - Call a helicopter.
Air traffic's been shut down until the situation is resolved.
No copter?
We're down to a 17 percent chance of success.
- Pipe down, Rain Man. - Call him that again,
better hope the feds have a good dental plan.
Is this what we get with a car full of geniuses?
You'll get is a solution if everyone keeps quiet.
Everyone, quiet!
We don't need to go to LAX.
We just need a reliable wireless signal with no chance of going down.
I just fixed one a mile north of here.
[SIRENS WAILING]
Owner! Agent Gallo, Homeland Security.
We need to commandeer your diner for a national emergency.
You can stay. But that's it.
Everybody, out.
Come on, everybody, out. Come on, come on. No, no, no.
You pay tomorrow. Come on, come on, out, out.
- Out! Come on! - What are you doing?
Any idea the bacteria on countertops? Just from chicken alone,
there are over 20 diseases you can get from exposure.
This is wildly upsetting.
No, no, no. You stay.
Nemos, no costumers, no tips, and I cannot leave Ralph here with all--
My immigration status makes me not so comfortable
around federal agents.
You lock up.
Ralph, good to see you again.
Roughly 89 minutes until the first plane goes down.
Their lives are in our hands.
Is there something wrong at LAX?
It's top-secret.
How can it be top-secret if the guy who set up our wireless is working on it?
Happy, script a POST check for after the system's stabilized.
Sylvester, run the odds on the patch linking back into the software.
We do not want the same problem tomorrow.
Toby, look for a saboteur.
Walter, look for coffee.
This is gonna take me, like, 90 seconds.
Screw up, brains and guts will bounce all over town.
Actually, fuel tanks ignite on impact. You won't find a body part.
A blood-soaked spleen could burn at a slower rate.
Hey, please check your language around my 9-year-old.
Be decent in my place of work. Thank you.
Secure channel to LAX.
Air traffic Supervisor is on the line. His name is Brooks.
Okay.
Mr. Brooks, I'm hacking into airport security.
I'll rotate your Cameras to point at the monitors.
I'll see it remotely and I'll walk you through each step.
Who am I on with here?
I'm not comfortable with you hacking into anything at this airport.
Then don't make it so easy. My name is Walter O'Brien,
I was brought in to fix your problems since you're not capable of doing it.
Look behind you. Say hello to the camera, Mr. Brooks.
I'm at your 10 o'clock. Our goal is to reboot your computer
and land those planes. To do that,
hit "control C" between flickers at exact moment I say "now."
Ready?
Now.
Ahh. I missed it. It's too fast.
Moving on. You, short sleeves, tie, you in the glasses, you code, right?
A little. How did you know?
- Lucky guess. What's your name? - Randy.
Randy, take Mr. Brooks Seat.
You guys are talking about planes going down. I'm just an intern.
You just got promoted. Sit down.
Mr. Brooks, can you give Randy
original installation disks to download?
The software was installed 15 years ago.
I have no idea where it is. Company went out of business.
- Where do you back up your data? - Blackstern Data Storage.
Okay, we get a copy of old software from the backup server,
I e-mail it, he clicks the link and the system is up and running
as if the corrupted software was never downloaded.
Blackstern's on Ventura, northeast, opposite direction of the gridlock.
You should know that the data is backed up to the latest software
every 12 hours on the fives.
So in 20 minutes, the last remaining usable software will be corrupted.
Happy, Toby, get to the server and get me that backup disk.
Call the data center, tell them we're on our way.
I'm gonna prep here to relay to LAX.
Bates, take them. Stay in contact.
Walter, tell that waitress I'm gonna be right back.
Toby, in situations like this, carelessness, mistakes,
they will haunt you. I know this from experience.
Walter, I'm always on point.
Have you seen my hat?
Here, I thought you might be thirsty.
Thank you.
You have anemia.
Turns fingernails pitted, that's why your polish looks streaky.
- You need more iron. - Oh-ho.
Okay, I don't recall asking, Einstein.
- Einstein had a 160 IQ, mine's 197. - Wow.
So you must know everything about me if you're that smart.
You have no-name sneakers, he has orthotics.
Whatever you have goes to Ralph.
The inflammation under your eyes from the lack of sunlight
comes from working two jobs.
As for the boy's father, I'd make calculated assumptions
in the realm of interpersonal communication issues.
Oh, so we split because I have issues communicating,
and I thought it was the blond in Tahoe.
Who the hell are you to tell me that my polish looks cheap?
That hurts my feelings.
Do you understand?
Yeah, I recognize that.
I've been told things like that a lot before.
Polish streaks because Ralph does it, he loves to paint.
And don't tell me that he needs help, either. He's challenged.
Have some empathy.
[SIGHS]
Challenged, huh?
Look at Sylvester and him. Do you know what they're doing?
The matches are the king, the jelly is the queen,
the sugar packets are the knights.
He's playing Chess with a grandmaster who's about to lose.
Walter, you see this?
Checkmate in eight moves.
This kid is amazing.
And he doesn't like to paint your nails. He does it
because he wants to hold your hand, but he can't process physical contact.
So help him,
or he will never connect with you.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your son is a genius.
[SIREN WAILING]
HAPPY: Walter, we're approaching the data center.
We should have the backup hard drive soon.
WALTER: Copy that, Happy. Standing by.
No, it's supposed to be open 24/7.
HAPPY: Looks like they cut out.
HAPPY: Walt, we got a problem. No one's home.
GALLO: You're the mechanical engineer. Pick the lock.
It'll take a lot longer than the six minutes we have
before the bad software backs up onto the servers.
- Bates, get them in. - Step aside.
TOBY: Whoa! - Are you insane?
You're the one putting hands on a fed.
That is a 75-millimeter, six-layer polycarbonate casing.
It won't break, but a round could deflect and kill somebody.
Walt, please don't let the fed talk anymore.
We're down to a 4 percent chance of success.
Five minutes from now, the software we need disappears forever.
If that happens, 20,000 people die.
Hey, Ralph, let's go in the office, okay?
Gotta abandon the data center, we gotta pull the team back,
get four minds working together and then maybe within an hour be able--
By then, first two planes will be out of fuel.
Do you really think you can come up with an option by then?
Hold on. You're just accepting two planes going down.
We lose two planes to save 54, that's a trade we're gonna have to make.
Contact the FAA and tell them these two flights are terminal.
Agent Gallo is implementing the greater-good theory.
Loss is acceptable as long as the resultant gain is large enough.
No, it isn't. You save everybody.
Normal people save everybody.
- I'm not normal. - I don't care.
Use that 197 IQ of yours.
Take a deep breath and reset.
Reset. Where's the reset? Reset.
Happy, we need to reset the door lock.
We need to brownout ten blocks around the data center.
Kill electricity to part of Los Angeles? Just turn it off in that one building.
We can't focus a surge that precisely.
But a brief power surge will open up the door and we'll be able to get in.
You owe me a new slim pick.
Sorry, we need to find a municipal junction box that covers that area.
Should be on a commercial street.
- I'll take the south. - North.
- Got one. - All right. Calculate the kilowatts
to overpower a surge within a ten-block radius.
No, no, no. Not now, Sylvester.
GALLO: Wait, wait, what are you doing?
I can't calculate without order, it's my process.
My process involves my foot in your ass.
Hold on. Here.
One piece, it's the biggest and the smallest, so it's in order.
That works.
- I don't wanna hurry your process or-- - 500,000 kilowatts.
All right. We need exactly 500,000 kilowatts.
- Can you handle that? HAPPY : Come on.
Who rigged our whole office this morning?
I'm on it. Okay, ready?
Here we go.
[ELECTRICITY POWERING DOWN]
We're in, we're in.
There.
Not good.
We have less than a minute. Which one is it?
Okay, these servers run the facility, so the clients would be in the cage.
Yep, this guy, he's the boss.
Cufflinks, tie clip, he ain't no micromanager.
Makes the calls as to what gets stored where.
Look at his belt tail. He's a lefty. Eliminate the right-side servers.
Subconsciously put a big client like LAX
- on his dominant hand side. - There's still about 250 servers.
Okay, you think LAX, you think planes.
Think planes, you think high. Eliminate the bottom shelves.
A hundred servers left, ten seconds.
- Get on it! - He's what, 5'6" tops?
So it's not the top. Napoleonic boss would never use
a stepladder in front of his employees, so it's one of these...
- This one! Ah! - Time's up.
- How did you know for sure? - Because it says LAX right here.
Oh. You are impressed.
He doesn't even know we're here.
He's wondering if those flashlights can be powered
by the heat of the hand that holds them.
Or he's calculating the cubic footage of the octagon clock.
He thinks about anything, everything.
Did you let him beat you earlier?
No.
I had no idea he even liked Chess.
SYLVESTER: Few parents meaningfully engage
with mentally enabled children.
It's not your fault.
It's just how we are.
How did your parents handle it?
Oh, uh-- I haven't spoken to them in ten years.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
NSA satellite-link failed.
Where the hell are your people?
Kid Toby doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.
Toby grew up penniless, gambled his way through school.
Even then, he got his doctorate at the age of 17.
Sometimes people like us need repair
before we can fit into your world.
I know the aftermath was devastating.
I did keep tabs on you.
TOBY: Seat backs and tray tables up.
Those planes are as good as landed.
Endlessly patting himself on the back. Whole ride.
I just want a statue of me at LAX.
- Now what? - Easy as sending a file.
Mr. Brooks, in a moment you'll receive a bug-free version of the software.
All you have to do is open your e-mail and click a link.
[WALTER TYPING]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Hard drive's frozen. Files are corrupted.
They're useless.
We took it out as carefully as we could.
WALTER: How'd you transport it? - Wrapped in a towel,
tucked in a door Console, so I wouldn't drop it.
Was there an audio speaker in the door?
TOBY: Yeah. So? What?
WALTER: Magnet erased the hard drive.
- It's useless now! - No, it's not my fault.
I didn't know about magnets and car speakers.
You've stolen hundreds of them, Toby.
Oh. No place on earth has what we need.
GALLO: FBI just texted.
They're out too.
We're at less than 1 percent.
Walter?
You know what I'm gonna tell you?
There was a fourth team tracking the planes via radar,
circling over the ocean, fighter jets.
You'll shoot them down?
Same protocol was activated on 9/11 to prevent possible ground casualties.
Can you think of anything we can do?
[DIALING]
Contact Director Merrick,
tell him we need to activate the fourth option.
Hey. Walter, I know what's going on.
Actually, there's only 100 people in the world who really know anything.
Unfortunately, you're not one of them.
You're doing what Ralph does when he doesn't know
how to fix the problem, he panics and shuts down.
You feel like you don't know anything.
For all practical purposes I have no right brain.
People with high IQ tend to have low EQ, that's emotional quotient.
So these big speeches, pep talks, they don't work on me.
They work on athletes, children, waitresses.
- Not people like me. - Oh, I'm the dumb waitress.
- I never called you that. - I know that you're Scared.
You don't know what to do and you're terrified because people will die.
- They won't die because of me. - They won't live either.
- You're giving up and walking away-- - Don't lecture me
about how people dying will make me feel! I already know!
What does that mean?
Walter.
What does that mean?
[PLANE PASSING]
Hey, sweetheart, let's go back inside, okay?
Yes, sir, I understand.
I'll draft an alert for the Emergency Broadcast System ASAP.
Don't hang up.
Tell them there's still a chance.
Put a pin in that, we may have something.
Softwares on the planes,
they use a duplicate copy to communicate with the tower.
If they took off before the update,
like a flight from Australia or New Zealand,
they'll still have the bug-free software on board.
Okay. But we still have the same problem.
What we need is miles over our head
and there's no way to get in touch with the people who have it.
Yes, there is.
WALTER: The Klemmer Airfield is 20 minutes away.
Get me there and I can download that software.
If you shut down all the roads to Klemmer Airfield,
there are lots of moving parts.
I think it's the wrong play. The runways are too short there.
- It's just a low fly-by. - There's a neighborhood next door.
If something goes wrong, you take out a block.
It's four blocks, but I won't let that happen.
GALLO: L.A.P.D. isn't going to set up roadblocks.
We're talking about major roads in a major city.
There's safety risks, there's procedure.
I know what you're doing.
You're covering yourself in case of casualties.
I don't put protocol over lives.
Lives? Suddenly you're worried about lives?
We can debate the past later.
Right now if you want my help,
let me make the calls and see if I can't get this done for you.
Let's go.
He thinks he's helping,
but we don't have time for bureaucracy now.
Happy, if I hack you into the DOT, can you manipulate the traffic signals?
They're on standard sequencers, sure.
Shut down the roads, we drive fast as hell,
we might be able to pull this off.
Toby, check the manifest--
For a passenger up there whose phone is still on.
- Walt, I got this, don't worry. - All right.
I'm gonna need to upgrade my wireless antenna software
to pick up the signal from the plane.
So someone's gonna have to drive me there.
Oh. I don't have my license, but I'm more of a bus guy.
I understand the basic mechanics of how--
Sylvester,
I really need you here helping Toby.
But thank you, pal.
Driving through L.A. with nothing but green lights
has always been a fantasy of mine.
- At high speed? No. - Somebody's gotta drive.
Come here.
Your son needs you.
I've tried really hard, but I've never been able to fully connect with him,
not in the way that I've seen him connect with you guys today.
What my son needs is to see me help you.
Please, Walter.
You're a good mom...
...or a very bad one.
No, we need the roads blocked the entire time.
Why call the Highway Patrol? We're only staying on side Streets.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
What the...?
HAPPY: Okay, Walter, I'm tracking you on the traffic cams.
They should start changing now.
It's working!
Hold on!
[HORNS HONKING]
We're at 100, this thing doesn't have air bags.
Well, you know, at these speeds, they're useless. Go faster.
There's 440 people on the flight. They all have their phones off.
- How can I communicate with them? - I'm checking Sigalert.
Head south on Hilgard to Manning, then Santa Monica to Bundy.
I'll get you a clear path.
- I think that's Agent Gallo! - Keep driving.
Guys, stay frosty. I can't get the light on Barrington to change over.
Oh, no, Walter.
No, no, no!
Oh, God.
What the hell was that?
Greater Good theory in practice.
Now just get to that airfield and don't make me regret this.
WALTER: We're almost there.
Toby, did you find a passenger on one of those planes with an active phone?
Sylvester, I need more passenger names.
This software technology’s too old to do any of this in five minutes.
And even if someone's phone was on,
how do we contact them at 36,000 feet?
Old technology, that's it.
We find someone with an out-of-date analogue phone.
The receivers are ten times stronger than smartphones. They'll get a signal.
All right, we lose anyone under 50,
can't make over six figures,
can't work for a tech company, salesmen.
Salesmen never turn off their phones. They risk losing business.
And, duh, duh, duh, Gordon Tooley,
plastic salesman from Reseda, returning from a work trip.
Services linked to a Retron 864 analogue.
Call him.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello? - Mr. Tooley, listen carefully.
This is Homeland Security.
There's an emergency. We need your help.
Nice try, Sully. I'll see you at work, you putz.
Yeah, this isn't Sully. He wouldn't know
that outside of your window are the Santa Monica mountains
and right above them are two F22s ready to shoot you out of the sky.
So get off your ass,
grab a flight attendant and get your phone to the pilot.
PIKE: This is Captain Pike standing by.
Captain Pike, you're carrying an uncorrupted version
of control tower software.
And you need to e-mail it to me so it can be downloaded at LAX.
Copy. But our on board wireless only has a limited reach.
What do you want me to do?
Buzz the tower at 100 feet, I should be able to grab your wireless.
- Where will you be? - We're at Klemmer Airfield.
Runway 2's been cleared.
I'm right over Klemmer, be there in less than a minute.
- Advise the passengers. - Ladies and gentlemen,
remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened.
Mr. O'Brien? I've got a space cleared for you up here.
Thank you. Now I've linked my computer up to LAX.
So as soon as I get the download, they'll have it as well.
- Here it comes. WALTER: Captain Pike,
maintain at 100 feet, I'll Catch your Wi-Fi signal
and download your software.
This is Captain Pike, do I have confirmation? Over.
Were you able to download that software?
No. There's too much of a speed differential between the plane
and the stationary laptop. Over.
PAIGE: Try again. - Doing the same thing,
but expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. It won't work.
PIKE: Mr. O'Brien, I've got 240 souls on board.
Please tell me there's something else you can do.
I just solved the speed differential problem.
Happy, I need you to get me into a Ferrari 458.
Force the gas cap open.
- Engine cover emergency release. - All right.
Left side of the engine bay, pull out the ECM chip.
[ENGINE REVVING]
- Can you get 8 feet off the ground? - Eight feet? What for?
Can't risk missing the wireless signal again, so we have to hardwire it in.
You're the world's smartest computer guy
and this comes down to plugging something in?
How exactly do you plan on doing this?
- Driving 200 miles an hour under you. - What?
PIKE: You'll only have seven seconds to receive that file.
Any longer, we won't get this plane back up and we will crash.
- On top of us? - That will not happen.
- Most likely. We do it in one minute. - Roger that. Good luck.
- You were in the Air Force, right? - Uh-huh.
You expect me to sit in this car while a plane is right over us?
No, you're gonna be standing up through the sunroof.
- Okay. - All right. Okay. Okay.
You're gonna have to trust me now.
I will not let anything happen to you.
You're the one who said you wanted to save everyone.
This is our only chance.
Preparing for second approach.
RANDY: Okay, we're in sync with Mr. O'Brien's laptop.
Let's hope this works.
- Oh, my God. - You ready?
- No. - Hit the roof panel.
- No. - Hit the roof panel!
- Okay. - Do it now!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
All right.
Oh, my God!
Come on! You gotta reach it!
I can't reach it!
[GRUNTS]
- Come on! Reach for it! Stretch! - Okay.
Drop the cable! Drop it now!
CO-PILOT: Come on, you've got to get it now! Reach!
I got it! I got it! Okay, okay.
- It's downloading. - What's it say?
PAIGE: I don't know. It needs a few seconds.
- We're running out of road! - Slow modem!
Come on, come on, Bob.
Just a few seconds. Almost. Oh, no, no.
- No, no. - No, no, no. No, hold on.
- Hold on to it. - Walter! Walter!
It's going.
Got it!
MAN: Look out!
- We're back on. - Yes!
MAN: We got it! - Mayday! Mayday!
Communications restored.
Yes! Yes.
We'll have you all safely on the ground in moments.
- Please confirm. - Yes!
[ALL CHEER]
Your mom did that.
[PAIGE GAGS THEN COUGHS]
LAUGHS
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
A deal's a deal.
Paige.
She deserves a share.
I'll see to it.
When we worked together,
that didn't pan out the way either of us wanted.
I was hoping moving forward things could be different.
Moving forward?
Came to L.A. to start a strategic response team.
At any given time we deal with everything from stolen nukes,
missing kids,
to counterfeit cash so good it can Collapse our economy
in less than a month.
Bad guys are getting smarter.
And I can't train my agents to think like you do.
I have the full resources of the U.S. government.
I need your help, and I think you and your team need a home.
Here.
"Big salaries, cars, research lab."
You saw this coming.
It was your only logical move.
Okay, lips are parted, leaning slightly forward.
You have something to tell us.
He offered us jobs.
Me too?
We're a team, aren't we?
The waitress just left to bring her son home. You just missed her.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Walter. Come in.
I know it's late. I'm sorry.
I just wanted to say thank you for your help today.
You're welcome.
You came all the way over here to tell me that?
No, I also wanted to offer you a job, government-funded problem-solvers.
Uh... Why? I'm not a genius.
No, but you are raising one.
It takes someone smart, brave.
Now our work requires interaction with people, which is not our strength.
You wanna know about your son,
I can translate him for you.
You translate the world for us.
It's, uh, salary plus benefits.
You were worried about not being able to connect with Ralph.
That is a second chance.
For you too?
With you and Cabe.
When I was 16, Cabe asked me to develop tracking software
to drop military aid packages.
Some months later,
I turn on the TV and I saw bombs falling on Baghdad.
They were using my system,
and I designed it for speed over accuracy, you know?
Two-thousand civilians died.
Walter, you were just a kid.
Yeah, so is Ralph.
So tell him to ignore any sentence that starts with "normally."
Make sure that he's not scared of anything that he's capable of.
And he'll find it difficult to make friends,
and sometimes he'll feel like
no one else in the world likes him.
Yeah.
You've just got to make sure that he knows it's not his fault.
RALPH: Hi, Walter.
Hey, Ralph.
He doesn't talk to anyone but me.
He recognizes one of his own.
May I?
Thank you.
MAN [OVER TV]: Three, two, one.
You ever pause your dreams, Ralph?
Yeah.
Ever rewind them?
Sometimes.
Yeah, me too.