Episode 2 The Triangle

HELICOPTER ENGINE

MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER

I got him.

..With parts of five separate coastal cities

still in the dark tonight.

Power and light officials

for the three counties most affected

are still in the dark themselves

over exactly what's behind this unusual occurrence.

MAN ON COMMERCIAL: When you're racing,

you don't get to look around much...

HE GROANS

Little more than two hours.

Where?

They've locked us in.

Who are they?

They spoke Russian.

Yeah. They spoke English, too,

before they...oh!

They drugged us is what they did.

Hey!

Shh.

Anybody out there? We're alive in here.

The sub... what about the crew?

Yeah. Where are they?

Where are we?

Hey!

You'll come with us, please.

Who are you?

Where the hell are we?

What right do you have to hold us here?

Please.

Military, government.

Who else would have taken us off the sub like that?

They spoke Russian. We were in a Russian sub.

They probably thought we were Russian.

What were they doing

in the middle of the Atlantic?

Where do they come off abducting us?

Excuse me, sweetheart,

you want to tell us where we are,

and who you are, and...

and...and...and why? Sweetheart?

Bastards.

'You are Howard Gregory Thomas.'

I'd like to know where I am.

You reside at 9703 Emerson Terrace?

What where your parents' names?

Uh, Ira...

Ira and Eleanor Lathem.

Right.

You were born in Skokie, Illinois.

Correct? Is that correct?

Yes, well, I was conceived in San Diego.

You immigrated to the United States in 1998.

How do you know that?

Who's in charge here?

Cos I'm guessing it's not you.

Currently you're teaching and engaged in research

at the University of Florida...

Where are we? Back on mainland?

We're not aboard a ship

cos I can't feel any pitch.

What the hell is this place?

And who the hell are you?

You are Dr Emily Meredith Patterson?

I never use Meredith.

The only place you could know that

is from my original birth certificate...

and that's been sealed

but for my parents, and...

they're both dead.

So how do you know that?

How did this come to be in your possession?

Considering what that is,

maybe I should be asking you the questions.

Considering it's counterfeit,

I think not.

And the submarine you were on?

Well, it was, er, it was a...a rental.

A chartered whatever you call it.

They were helping, er, us with our research.

INTERROGATOR: Research?

Yes.

Research into what exactly?

Do you have a more comfortable chair?

Research into what?

Who are you guys?

Military, government, private sector?

Reason I ask, you see,

is I'm trying to figure out

who I'm going to sue the living crap out of

for holding me against my will.

We've ID'd them.

Identities confirmed.

Scientists.

Their story checks out.

Sub was a charter involved in some form of research

for Benirall Shipping.

And the sub crew?

Receded. With their backgrounds,

drugs, running illegals,

they're not going to say a word.

And these four?

Quarantine them.

If we keep them here,

it will only exacerbate matters.

We've kept them isolated.

They're plenty intimated. Believe me.

One of them is a reporter.

For a small-time tabloid.

He's manageable.

They all are.

We're less than 50 hours away, sir.

That's why I want them out of here

and handled.

See to it personally.

Anybody have a good lawyer?

I mean a really, really good lawyer.

DOOR UNLOCKS

We're underwater.

What?

I saw it. Some sort of huge control room.

At this window,

this giant window looking onto some...

some mother of a superstructure, all under water.

What do you mean, superstructure?

I don't know. I saw it for a nanosecond,

but it was big.

Maybe it was another hallucination.

No. This was no hallucination.

Get off me!

Uh-oh. Let go of me!

Get your hands off me!

Miami.

We're back in Miami.

This really isn't too much fun any more.

We should call what's-his-name...

Benirall's kid.

Ackerman? Who's got his number?

Oh! They took my wallet,

money.

Oh, beautiful day.

Got somebody to call for a ride?

I've been working deep ocean for seven months.

I haven't exactly kept up with anyone.

What about you?

Me? Sure.

20 people, more. Co-workers, students.

Any one of them would be...

glad to collect me.

What?

Don't remember anybody's number.

Not by heart, you know?

Real close to them, huh?

Give me that.

EMILY: Who are you calling?

HOWARD: I'm, er, calling my ex.

(It's about Daddy and me, huh?)

Aah! Aah!

Helen!

Helen!

Helen! Helen! Helen!

No! No!

No!

Aah!

No! Aah! Helen! Helen!

So...

what now?

Look, I don't know about the rest of you,

but I'm done, finished.

What about our money?

So you're just going to ignore everything

that we've experienced?

Everything we've experienced is exactly why.

What about what happened to that little girl?

The money - what about the money?

We're all exhausted.

Why don't we... get some sleep?

We can talk about this later.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

Well, this has got to be a fascinating story.

Yeah. Do you, er...

do you mind if we give my friends a ride?

No.

It's fine.

Hey, Meeno.

Olsen's coming in today to see a gorgeous paint job.

The problem is...

you haven't finished

the paint stage on the boat yet.

You know I can't get the sprayers to work right.

In fact, I can't get anything to work

like it's supposed to.

When are you gonna get this piece of junk out of here?

You know, I know you love working on it,

but enough's enough, huh? Hey, you listening to me?

Hey, Paloma, how's that boy of yours?

Saw him at T-ball last weekend.

Hey, got quite an arm on him

for such a small fry.

Thanks, Tito.

Well?

Uh, sorry - sprayers. Yes, I'm...I'm on it.

Yeah, whatever.

Yes, I know that's your official position,

but I know there was a survivor.

MAN ON TELEPHONE: 'There were no survivors.'

Her first name is Heather.

..Look, I am not trying to impede the investigation.

I really just want some infor...

I just need to know that she's all right.

'Sir, there were no survivors.'

Look, will you please stop saying

there are no survivors?!

I know she survived it!

CLICK

I heard you, yes.

It's a very different economy these days.

Look, um...

you're the headhunters who pursued me

for my last position.

You had, like, six companies that were clamouring for me.

Your word. I remember, "Clamouring."

Look, stop saying it's a different economy.

I just...I just want...

need some normalcy in my life, right now.

I just want a job, OK? Any job.

Uh, sort of a "What am I doing here?

"When the hell is the weekend"

kind of job. Yeah.

..No, I understand.

Yeah, I'll wait for your call.

Sure, that's what I'll be doing.

MAN ON TELEPHONE: 'Howard, where the hell have you been?

'Howard, I've got a paper to put to bed here.

'You said you were taking a leave of absence.'

Calm down, Marty. Just listen.

'We're not gonna put up with this from you.'

I'm coming in with a story.

Whale of a story. Whale of a tale.

'Yeah, right.'

Well, that's just what a great journalist I am, Marty.

..A Triangle story, but this one's different...

TELEPHONE BEEPS

I've got another call coming in.

Look, I'll have it in by the final bell.

I've never missed a deadline.

'Since last time.'

Well, since then. But...

'And the time before.'

OK. And then.

Look, I'll get it in. I promise. Bye-bye.

..Yeah?

GIRL ON TELEPHONE: 'Daddy?'

Hey, kiddo. Look, I'm, uh...

'Daddy, I don't know what to do.'

Look, I really can't talk right now. I'm sorry.

Daddy's on a brutal deadline.

What about your mother? Can she, um...?

Oh, come on. Damn it.

'Dad!'

What? What? What's the matter?

Honey, what is it?

'I'm sleeping over at Mindy Granger's house.

'It's Mindy's father. He's freaking out.'

What do you mean, freaking out?

'Daddy, I need you. Please.'

OK, OK. I'm coming to get you.

I'll be right there.

Oh, come off.

What kind of administration crap is this?

No-one touches my stuff, damn it.

Obituaries.

Professor...

Wow, you're in early this morning.

DISHES CLANG

WATER RUNS

What are you doing in my kitchen?

How did you get in here?

You know, Em...

you shouldn't have left all these dishes for me.

I know you've been busy at work, but...

Well, what's the matter, honey?

What do you want from me?

Come on, Em.

Do I know you?

Oh, only since birth.

I mean, that's kind of the way it works

between mothers and daughters.

My mother's dead.

That's not funny, sweetheart.

My adoptive mother is dead. My m...

I never knew my...my birth...

Adoptive mother?

What...what on earth are you talking about?

I'm your mother.

DOG BARKS

GLASS SHATTERS

Traci!

Traci!

Traci!

Dad!

Honey, what's happened?

Are you OK? You all right?

Bill.

You need to leave the house.

You need to leave now.

What is going on?

I can feel it coming.

Please, I can't go through this again.

Daddy?

Get out of the house!

You're scaring the kids.

You need to leave. Now.

OK. OK. All right. All right.

Girls, girls, go to the car. Go on.

Wait in the car. I'll be right out.

OK? Everything's gonna be fine.

Easy, buddy. I-I can help.

You...you can't!

They started this.

They started...

started what?

It's happening again.

Bill...

Get the hell away from me!

OK! Just put... put the gun down, all right?

Put the gun down. What...whatever this is,

we'll get you through it.

No.

What've... what've we done?

Huh? Give me the gun.

Just... or just put it down.

Just set it down, OK?

What've we done?

Come on. Just... just give me the gun.

I'm so sorry.

GUNSHOT

He shot himself?

Well, he, er...

he kept...kept saying, "They've started it."

And he, er...

then he, er...

he just... he lost it.

It was probably a drug overdose.

It's not so weird.

I don't think so. He, er...

not...not this guy.

Well, we'll see.

All right. Dylan, keep your eye on the ball.

OK? Here we go. In the mitt. Excellent.

All right. Throw it back.

Hit me. Excellent.

OK, buddy. Here we go again.

You watching? All right.

Yes.

A little more pepper on this one.

GRUNTS

Sorry, Daddy.

That's OK...son.

No big deal.

Hey. What's this?

Oops.

Hello?

Professor?

Bruce?

Do we have a phone book?

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello.

BRUCE: 'Emily, listen.

'I know you wanted out of this whole thing,

'but I couldn't find anybody else's phone number.

'Something's happening... still happening.

'I was wondering if...'

Where do you want to meet?

Did you get the story?

It is not running, Howard.

It's as simple as that.

What do you mean you're not going to run it?

You've never refused to print anything I've...

Your sources on these stories

usually have at least some kind of credibility.

You don't even cite your sources.

What are you talking about?

This is one of the best things I've written in years,

and you know it.

I am not running it. That is final.

Anyway, for some reason

Kioshi himself wanted it killed.

Some people came to see him.

Ten minutes later, Kioshi is telling me

to 86 any story of yours for a while.

Well, can I talk to him? What...

Kioshi?

Where is he? He's gone.

Judging by the look on his face...

you're not going to talk him out of it, either.

What are you doing here?

It's Heather.

Oh, Stan.

Look, it's Heather.

Will you get off it?

With all that's going on right now,

why are you obsessing about this?

Because finding kids is what I do!

Did.

Look, I know that...

what I see isn't like it used to be.

I'm wrong most of the time,

I admit that, but...

Heather is important.

Somehow she's important to all of this...

to us.

We're not even out there any more,

so why is this still happening to us?

Maybe...maybe we were exposed to something.

I mean, people dump all kinds of crap out there.

So your theory is that we were

exposed to some brain-affecting toxins

out at sea?

Well, that certainly makes me feel better.

At least I'm trying.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I'm a smidge

distracted at the moment.

My adoptive parents didn't even know who she was.

I always wanted to meet her.

God, it's been such a hole in my life.

Look, you said you never met her,

you don't even know what she looks like.

It's most likely a manifestation of your...

It was her.

It was her.

Whatever these things are,

they are not hallucinations.

I-I mean, it's like we're seeing alternate...

alternate...

..realities. It's insane.

I know.

It all comes back to

electromagnetic disruption.

Our thoughts, our senses

are entirely electro-chemical.

Maybe somehow...

it's affected our perceptions.

First name Heather.

Yep.

And how are you able to get into the airline passenger list?

We're a newspaper.

Well, you're the Observer.

TELEPHONE RINGS

You all right? Something wrong?

You having another psychic moment?

No.

I can just look at you.

A guy I know...

..killed himself this morning.

Right...

right in front of me.

Almost in front of my kid.

And it, er...

Yeah.

Anyway, these people showed up at his house

right away. Big, black cars.

Took charge of everything, and...

I swear that one of them

was that woman from the facility.

You think it was her, or you know it was her?

It was her.

We got something here.

Flight 317,

Wednesday morning.

First name Heather. Last name Sheedy.

Seat 31B.

Sheedy.

Look. Senior discount fare.

You see that? As in, she's old.

Just like she was

when we saw her on the ship.

No, they changed it.

See, they didn't want us to know

that she got on the plane as a child.

She was travelling with her parents.

Look, check the seat assignments on either side.

Seat 31A...

James Sheedy.

31C...

Allison Sheedy.

Allison, see?

They put their six-year-old daughter between them,

like parents do.

I'm telling you...

no matter how old she is now,

she was a child right up to the moment that

that plane went down in the Triangle.

OK?

Yeah, good. We'll meet you there. Bye-bye.

Well, she's back in.

I thought she quit.

I did, too.

Women.

What about Bruce? We should call him.

He's coming, too.

He was there with her.

WOMAN: Benirall Shipping. May I help you?

Your mother.

My birth mother.

Hey, remember me? I saw myself dead.

We have proof

that the survivor of the 747 crash

was a six-year-old child.

Not exactly proof.

Hey, Ackerman,

we need to talk to him.

Really? Uh...

OK.

Why?

Because what's happening is now happening to us.

I'll see if he has a few minutes for you.

He has to.

Why wouldn't he? A few days ago,

he wanted us to bring him

everything we could as fast as possible.

He's been in some sort of...

I don't know. He's acting...

Another one of our boats has gone missing.

It's just a repair barge

sent out to attend to a stalled tanker,

but, still...

14 crew on board.

Maybe that's it.

I'll see.

ERIC: Hallucinations.

Yes, but they aren't only hallucinations, not...

not in the classic sense.

What do you mean by that? Tell me exactly.

They seem to be, um...

BRUCE: Glimpses...

of alternate realities.

Alternate realities?

There's something wrong with us.

Ever since we went to the...

to that region...

When did you first

start having these hallucinations? Tell me.

When we dove on the 747.

It's like something affected us out there.

Maybe something...

some discharge the plane was throwing off.

We don't know what it was

or...or how it's doing this to us...

I sent you out there to get me answers.

It...it's only been two days.

Yes, but it's all escalating

even faster than before.

Listen.

We've all seen some...

some things, some events in the last couple of days

that we can't explain, not yet anyway.

But whether they have anything to do

with the so-called Triangle or not...

How could you possibly think they're not?

Whether they do or not,

I think it's time that you expanded our team.

Maybe brought in some other people from other fields.

No. No-one else. No others.

You four have to do this.

Look, Mr Benirall...

I'm being pressured.

The navy was here.

The navy?

They asked Mr Benirall to call you off.

They came to me, doors closed. They...

threatened me.

Directly threatened

our government contracts,

indirectly threatened a lot more

if we don't pull the plug.

Why would the navy want to stop us?

We obviously struck a nerve.

That place out at sea.

The underwater... whatever it is.

They, er...

they captured us from the sub, and they...

they took us to some high-tech facility.

The navy could easily have done this.

So what do we do now?

Find me my answer.

Thank you, Mr Benirall.

OK, everybody. Let's...

Please. Time to go.

Winston.

EMILY: OK. What is going on?

STAN: It's simple.

The government's trying to shut us down.

He looked worse off than we do.

HOWARD: You know, I have a friend.

A friend of my kid's, really,

who died today. Navy guy.

And you remember that woman

with the...the brown hair from the facility?

She turned up at his house.

Uh, people?

What?

Krupp.

MEN SHOUTING

STAN: Who's Krupp?

Benirall's gone completely around the bend.

I...I don't think it's him.

MEN SHOUTING

My visions are nothing like this.

How is that we're all having

the exact same hallucinations?

It's not a hallucination.

Why the hell Nazis?

Something. Communism, Fascism.

America could have taken a radical turn

at several points in its history.

This isn't all that outlandish.

Uh...

Stop!

You've been ordered to stop!

Sorry, er...

how can we help you, officer?

Officer?

You can help me by stopping

when I ask you in the first place.

Listen, mate,

we don't need to make a federal case out of this.

You're Australian?

Don't move!

Uh, son, just calm down, now. Just...

I said don't move, old man!

Excuse us.

I say we go to Benirall,

and we make him get us help.

He's obviously being affected

by this pretty badly.

This isn't just about his missing ships.

Oh, listen, mate,

I'm getting sick and tired of these

stinky little hints you keep dropping us.

There's something else. It's just...

Enough, damn it! OK.

You, Stan, if you've not got

something concrete to give us,

keep it to yourself.

You know, you are such a jerk.

At least that was concrete.

We're not entirely without a direction to go.

The navy keeps interfering with us.

I think there's a connection there.

This has something to do with the Triangle?

With missing ships?

Our hallucinations?

I don't know, but it's a lead.

Well, I'm with you.

Last people we saw with Heather were the coastguard.

I say we work with the signs.

Everything we're experiencing

has to have an empirical explanation.

If we rule out everything that's not...

Whatever's left must be right.

We can work at my lab.

So...

So we're doing this

before the dinosaurs come back.

TAPPING

DOG BARKING

DOG BARKING

Hey, boy.

Hey, boy. Hey.

Hey, how you doing?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey!

Hi.

You get what you needed?

Yeah.

What's this?

You think he'll like it?

I don't know.

It's a little young for him,

don't you think? He's almost 11.

Oh, no. No.

This is for Ruben.

This... is for Dylan.

Who's Dylan?

What were you expecting to see in here, Meeno?

Meeno.

We got onto it

right after you called, Dr Geller.

At first, the idea of seeking out an explanation

for the Bermuda Triangle seemed a bit odd.

Even for you.

And this is your explanation

for hundreds of sinking ships.

It's widely known, sir,

that there are methane gas pockets

trapped beneath the ocean floor.

If a big enough undersea pocket were to escape...

And all the planes that have disappeared?

Professor?

Zones of compression,

areas where continental masses

compress against each other...

OK. Great work.

Terrific.

Fantastic. Thank you. Thank you all.

But, er...

we've got a new direction.

We want to look at, er...

well, we're thinking...

Wormholes.

DOOR CREAKS

I don't understand, Meeno.

What's wrong?

There's no hole in the screen door.

Hole...

Meeno...

It's like he never existed.

Like who never existed?

Stop it!

Why are you doing this to me, Helen?

Why?

I can't live with you like this.

And I won't have you doing this to Ruben.

Do whatever you need to do.

But I want you back.

I want us back.

Find an answer to this...

or I'm leaving you.

HOWARD: I was... I was here this morning.

STAN: This is nuts. What are you...

What if this place is under surveillance?

Relax. There was nobody out there.

What are you looking for?

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

I feel like he was a part of this.

God.

Getting very heavy...

Feeling oppressive.

This is where he died.

Oh, jeez.

Maybe there's something...

Where you going?

Where you going here?

Man.

Is this a...

common, acceptable means

of gathering information for you?

Going through some dead guy's desk?

In my line of business, you do what you've got to do.

Yeah.

And write what you want to write.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I've seen the kind of stories you write.

Look, I've got a family to feed. OK?

What do you know about that?

CHUCKLES

You wrote about me once.

Didn't remember that, did you?

I wouldn't think you did.

HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're certainly more of a challenge than the...

angry 15-year-olds I'm used to seeing.

I've never, er...

seen a... a doctor, er...

a doctor like you. I...

never even thought about it.

Not when my parents died a few months apart.

Not when I got back from the Gulf.

The navy offered it, but I, er...

Considering what you've been through -

boat sinking,

stranded alone at sea,

no...no idea when you're going to be rescued,

even if you'd be rescued.

Of course, er...

of course this is...

This business with your son...

So what could it be? Uh...

some kind of break?

Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you?

A break is, er,

usually kind of across the board.

You seem pretty functional.

Loaded with attendant anxieties, naturally.

You seem to be missing only

isolated memories.

That's what's got me stumped.

I'm thinking...

selective amnesia kind of deal.

But that's incredibly rare.

I'd have to do some research to...

be fully conversant on something like that.

Even so, it's, er...

it's a million-to-one shot.

They all died.

All of them.

The boat was my responsibility.

They put their lives in my hands. Seven people.

They did. They just went under, and then...

..then they were just gone.

What was I supposed to do? What could...what could I do?

What could I do?

Meeno.

I just talked to Helen.

You've got to stop beating yourself up about this.

You're acting crazy.

It's not our fault that we survived.

We did everything that we could.

Meeno?

You OK?

You should sleep. Hey! You're not.

Oh, I don't sleep.

Not much anyway.

What about them?

They're new.

The bunch from last night went home around 4.00.

Didn't you notice?

I was concentrating.

Obviously.

Take a look at this.

What am I looking at?

This is geoelectromagnetic data

streaming off an old Canstar satellite

over the Atlantic.

These numbers are indicative

of a major, major weather event.

Massive. A category five hurricane.

Over the Atlantic, now?

That's what it says.

This is a nautical weather broadcast from San Juan

based on area radar, sky bird photos,

ships' radio traffic. Look.

Look at what?

It's blue skies and calm seas

in every direction. It's a beautiful day.

OK, so your data is wrong.

What does this

have to do with wormholes?

I don't know, but I've checked it five times.

There's something going on out there.

Wouldn't other people,

the US Weather Bureau,

whoever, be seeing it, too?

Not if they're not looking for it.

An invisible storm.

So I saw you grab something.

What are they? Top secret stuff or what?

If he'd kept any of those at his house,

the men in black would've cleaned him out yesterday.

These, they didn't care about.

We do?

What are these?

Credit card receipts?

These are for Bertha's restaurant.

There.

These are from Beijin's dry cleaners.

So you think Granger visited here a lot.

According to these receipts, every other day

for the last five weeks.

Hmm. You think maybe he worked somewhere around here?

A navy base.

Thought you said he worked out at sea?

Well, maybe they reassigned him.

Or maybe he was working out there,

and they brought him here

to help him, fix him, or something.

Hey, don't work too hard!

I'm thinking.

This is what I do when I think.

Hmm.

Why the ocean?

What?

Why build this huge facility

in the middle of the Atlantic?

We don't know it was in the middle.

We know generally where we were

when the sub got stuck.

The only reason they'd capture and question us

is if we came too close!

But why the ocean? Why the Triangle?

There's got to be a good reason.

What's in the ocean?

Water.

No, not just any water.

Seawater. What is the foundation

of everything we've been talking about?

Electromagnetism.

All water has resistance.

Seawater has lower resistance than fresh.

But that resistance is cumulative per unit

of volume of water.

You're losing me.

Look, if you were trying to generate

an enormous amount of electromagnetic power,

you would want to be sitting in the middle

of a huge puddle of seawater.

And one of the side effects

would be haloclines.

Lots of them.

But an electromagnetic storm?

Why would they need all that power?

INDISTINCT VOICE ON PA

MAN: Mr Thomas.

The base information officer

will be with you shortly.

I took the liberty of checking

the navy personnel records

for an individual named Granger.

Granger, William.

It's a common enough name.

We actually have two of them on active duty.

A CPO serving aboard an escort destroyer

in the North Pacific,

and a dental tech stationed in the Azores.

Could he be classified as retired?

That's all our records showed.

Anyway, as I said,

if you're still interested,

an information officer

will be happy to speak with you.

I'm still interested.

Mr Thomas, wait in here, please.

Thanks.

What happened to your friend, sir?

Bathroom.

He, er, ate some bad shellfish.

I'll send him in.

MAN SCREAMING

No! Let me go!

Come on, let me go!

Let me go!

No! No! Let me go!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's Mr Thomas,

is that correct?

SIGHS

We've met before.

SCREAMING

Who are you?

You're not permitted in here.

Please, sit down.

Yeah, I saw Heather. They have her here.

She's locked up.

You're talking about our elderly guest

in the infirmary?

Heather Sheedy.

She survived the plane crash.

Why do you have her hidden away here?

She's not hidden away.

Well, she has family. Why isn't her family here?

She has a grandfather.

At her age?

I doubt that very much.

(I saw her.)

I saw her.

I think we're finished here.

Stan! Stan!

We've got to find her grandfather.

Already looked for relatives.

Phone books, school records,

public records. There's nobody.

And even if there is a grandfather,

ten-to-one the navy's already got him.

I don't think they have.

Oh, well. Then maybe he's wearing

his super magic invisible cloaking device,

because no-one can find him.

I can.

Well, that much energy has to be man-made.

It can't be a natural phenomena.

Entropy. Exactly.

The natural tendency for energies

to decrease, not increase.

And that energy is building in the Atlantic,

so it has to be created by something.

The problem is there's nothing mankind could build,

even in theory, that could generate that kind...

How do you know that? The government keep you

abreast of everything they're doing?

It's just not possible!

But something's going on.

I've got hurricane-level electromagnetic readings

centred 320 miles offshore.

Except there's no damn storm!

I'm going out there.

What? In a boat? A plane.

Oh, better. Because it's better

to be flying while all this is going on.

Come with me. Please!

We have an opportunity to observe a manifestation

of something that's going on out there

while it's happening.

We're looking for an answer. The answer's out there.

And you've got a death wish.

Stan?

You OK?

The, er...

images that I see...

always come randomly.

They're always unclear.

Uh-huh?

There's only one way I know

to actively bid the images to me.

You want to give me a clue here?

Just wait outside.

Keep the door closed.

And, er...

give me 25 minutes.

Just 25.

And then come back in,

and wake me...

any way you can.

Come on, this is kind of...

Just go!

No.

Don was there.

Attention, whalers!

You are in violation...

He...he died with the others!

Brace yourselves!

I saw him drown.

Hang on!

Take my hand, Don!

Meeno!

You definitely know how to fly a plane, right?

What? You've asked me four or five times already.

You just seem like the kind of guy

who takes a couple of lessons in something, and you know,

then loses interest, and...

I've been flying since I was 16.

Look. I'm flying.

No, you're taxiing,

and we are about to fly way out

over the ocean.

WS 11 alpha req...

Oops. Not good.

Tower, WS alpha 11

requesting clearance for takeoff.

That was a joke.

You know, a joke?

Hey! Joke?

RADIO: WS 11 alpha,

you are clear to runway 29 south.

How's the weather look out there?

Visibility 50 plus. Clear as spring water.

Stan?

GROANS

This is the only way you could've done this?

It's called auto writing.

I know what auto writing is, but...

I can't be conscious when I do it.

I've tried holding the paper, but my hand just...

pushes right over the page.

This is the only way I've been able...

Give me that.

It all looks like nonsense, though.

None of it...

I can't control what comes through.

It just flows.

I don't have any idea where it comes from.

It's just if...

if I enter into a state with...

some specific information

that I want or need...

Hold on a second.

I think I've got a name.

Karl.

Karl.

I'm going to get some water.

Karl Sheedy.

Well, you think it looks like "Sheedy."

I think it looks more like "she pig."

Someplace else it says, er...

highway one.

Mile marker 47.

You couldn't come up with an actual address?

Or a phone number, maybe?

If this is where he lives,

it's no wonder the navy couldn't find him.

KNOCKS ON DOOR: Hello?

KNOCKS: Excuse us.

Ma'am?

Who are you?

What do you want?

It's OK. We're not here to harm you.

Heather.

Who are you men? What do you want here?

We're very sorry to disturb you.

We're actually looking for a man

named Karl Sheedy.

You're her grandmother, aren't you?

You look just like her.

How do you know her?

Alice?

They...

they say they're here about Heather.

What about her? Who are you?

Are you with the project?

I-I assume this isn't regular turbulence?

You assume correctly.

We're being buffeted by weather.

CONSOLE BEEPS

Where are you going?

Don't worry. Autopilot's got it.

So...er...

why hasn't anyone else reported this phenomenon?

I mean, er...

others have to have flown through it or sailed it...

Not necessarily.

Right now, it's a relatively small cell

in the middle of a very, very big ocean.

What is this crap?

Some of it's standard,

off-the-shelf weather monitoring stuff,

but this, and those over there,

those are my own creations.

Ah, you built these?

Just part of my genius.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh what?

We're still 40 miles from the centre of the cell?

How powerful is this thing?

You keep saying cell, except there...

there is no weather cell.

Look out there. Look in here!

There, er...

there was a plane crash.

And...your granddaughter was the only survivor.

Oh, my God!

SHE SOBS

Our son, Heather's father...

and his wife?

I'm very sorry.

I tried to warn them.

Tried to get 'em to join us here.

You said Heather is where?

There's, um...

there's something else.

Heather survived the plane crash, but...

..she's changed.

HOWARD: Did you work out there?

Not only worked out there.

I, sir, am responsible for it.

There were two of us.

My partner's name was Osserman, Victor.

We were members of the physics department

at Florida State.

Undistinguished, neither of us tenured.

Just teaching.

Victor's brother-in-law worked

laying deep ocean cable. South Atlantic.

He called Victor one day.

Seems whenever they'd hit

a particular stretch of ocean...

the cable would suddenly be sheared in two.

But each time they recoiled the cable,

it was somehow several hundred feet shorter.

So, as a favour, Victor and I went out there.

We discovered what was shearing the cable.

Oh, boy, did we discover it.

Exotic matter.

You, er...

you discovered exotic matter?

A window onto it, yes.

What's exotic matter?

Some sort of super-matter.

It's what UFO kooks theorise

that Martians make their ships out of.

It's a truly phenomenal power source.

Victor and I went back to the school.

Spent 16 months worrying the data,

fought like cats and dogs.

Oh, God, Victor could be such an ass.

Anyway, we were just about to publish,

when the navy showed up.

Someone there had gotten wind of what

we were about to reveal to the world.

They prevailed upon us not to publish.

Instead, Victor went to work for them.

You didn't?

No.

So how'd you end up way out here?

I mean...why did...?

Because of what I suspect is coming.

I'm a coward.

SHE COUGHS

You should be about done.

We didn't stop for lunch today.

I think it's time we get back.

We have to do this. Do what?

Collect full data. We'll need it.

Did you see that?

Come on.

BOTH GROAN

GASPING: Think it's time we...

headed back in.

If you insist.

Victor and I started out

just trying to discover something.

To prove something

that the world only knew as a theory.

But the navy, oh, no, no.

They wanted it to have a function.

They wanted something that they could use.

It was all just a theory!

What do you mean, something they could use?

What? Use for what?

They're the navy, the military.

What do you think they'd want to use it for?

So, Doctor, what's going to happen now?

What are you and your wife hiding from?

I'm not certain.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe...

if it comes, it will be, I expect,

electromagnetic in nature.

At least to begin, but it won't stop there.

Electromagnetism is the force underlying

all matter, all space, all time.

We, humanity, exist only by

a quite remarkable courtesy.

Even the slightest upset

in any number of basic laws

or fundamental constants, and all of this

could all just cease to be.

You're...

overstating, exaggerating.

You have to be.

Everything you've described to me,

including what happened to Heather,

it all fits.

Victor and those with him

are playing chicken with all creation.

They could win.

Or...

Listen, Doctor,

your granddaughter is alive.

She is scared beyond words.

She's surrounded by strangers.

Now, don't you want to be there with her now?

Come back with us, please.

Please.

Why isn't it getting any better?

It seems to be getting worse!

The farther we get from the cell,

the energy should dissipate.

Should, but entropy

doesn't want to apply out here, remember?

We can...we can outrun this thing, right?

Right?!

THUNDER

COCKS HAMMER

CLICK

COCKS HAMMER

CLICK

COCKS HAMMER

CLICK

COCKS HAMMER

Hello. Let me talk to Dr Bruce Geller, please.

How about Dr Patterson?

No. No, no message.

Well, yeah, yeah. I'll leave a message.

Please tell him that Howard Thomas called.

Yeah, I'm coming in.

I'm bringing with me a man

who may have some information.

Hold on!

You're breaking up.

Hello?

Yeah, tell him we should be there

in about three hours.

three hou... Hello?

My God, what is that?

What's happening?

Howard...

WHIMPERS

Get us out of this!

I'm trying!

ALARM SOUNDING

COMPUTER: Warning. Warning.

Warning. Warning.

Warning. Warning.

GASPS

Stan!

Stan!

THUNDER

THUNDER

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