Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 8 - Thirty-Six Hours - full transcript
Just off a long stakeout, Don's weary team puts in another sleepless day-and-a-half when they become part of a rescue/investigation after a freight train transporting toxic chemicals crashes into a passenger train, obliterating the black boxes. As Charlie's bots map the site, Amita tries to determine the collision's cause, Nikki sees only one possible scenario, and David chomps at the bit as more victims are jeopardized.
♪ ♪
(horn blaring)
♪ Keep your weight on
the Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Or the steam brake
is bound to fail... ♪
(alarm beeps)
Tim, it's milepost 112-9.
Roger that. MP 112-9.
Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.
Just passing MP 112-9.
We'll be at the
switch in five minutes.
Got you, Desert Pacific Rail.
What's your speed?
We are highballing at 20.
What are you pulling?
10,000 tons of
American ingenuity.
(over radio): All right.
♪ There's just one more
bridge left to cross ♪
♪ Keep her moving
or the day is lost ♪
♪ Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Dead Man's Handle... ♪
I'll keep an eye on her.
♪ Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Keep your mind
on the journey's end ♪
Do you mind?
♪ Look down, look
down, look down... ♪
You have an audience.
Sorry.
We're cool.
♪ Look down,
and you'll never... ♪
Thank you.
♪ On the tracks again ♪
Pretty soon, that'll be you
with a pretty girl like that.
No way.
(phone ringing)
William, what's wrong?
Hey, can I ride
up front with you?
Well, maybe on
the return trip, okay?
You know you're not
supposed to call me
unless it's an emergency.
Okay, Dad.
♪ Ease the brake,
stretch out your hand ♪
♪ The Dead Man's Handle ♪
(bell dinging)
♪ The Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Keep your mind
on the journey's end. ♪
The flag's not up.
He didn't make the switch.
I know. Dispatch, this
is Desert Pacific Rail.
Do you read me? Over.
We're not going to make it.
(screeching)
I can't get it stopped.
Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.
Jump, Tim. Do you read me?
Dispatch... Tim, jump!
Dispatch, San Jose
Limited, coming your way.
(static crackles)
Dispatch?
Young man...
I'm going to go see my dad.
Oop! You know
you can't go up there
when the train is moving.
He said I could... William.
I may be old,
but I ain't stupid.
What's going on up there?
What's on my track?
Stay in your seats! Hold on!
Come on! (brakes screeching)
Mom! William! I got him!
I mean, when I
started at the FBI,
I figure, you know, I'm
doing something good.
I'm fighting the fight.
It just sounds so...
old-fashioned.
It just sounds so naive now.
No, no. It doesn't.
It's all just one
big compromise.
I'm telling you.
One big personality clash
with redundant paperwork.
The boss is
second-guessing every move,
second-guessing their bosses,
everyone just trying
to keep their job.
Nobody's got any guts.
Yeah, well, you got guts.
I feel lost.
I feel like...
I don't know why
I'm in it anymore.
Hey. Who's winning?
(phone rings)
Actually, uh, I got
to get out of here.
DON: Yeah. Eppes.
I'm so tired, I could
sleep standing up.
The stakeout was worth it.
I loved the look
on that guy's face
when we sashayed in there
instead of that teenage girl.
We got two days
away from the creeps.
You got any plans?
Whatever sport is on TV.
(door opens)
Got a train crash.
Call NTSB. They called us.
Possible hazardous materials.
High threat, urban area.
By hazardous materials,
you mean old computer batteries?
No rest for the weary.
(clamoring)
(siren approaching)
(horn sounds)
It's all right. I got you.
DON: I want to know what
was on every one of those trains,
so e-mail me that waybill, ASAP.
Send it to my phone.
You think we're dealing
with anything toxic here?
Still checking.
We might have to
evacuate the entire area.
DON: The press is
going to be all over this.
LAPD's got 'em
blocked off a mile away.
Where do you guys need us?
What do you think? I
could use the manpower.
You got it.
Why don't you go see if
you can find the NTSB,
and you go with him, all right?
Hey, I got her.
I got her.
Let's go. Easy, easy... easy.
Here.
Easy, easy.
We're setting
triage up over there.
Okay. I'll bring more over.
Anybody in there?!
Oh...!
David! Anybody in here?!
David! Get out of here!
There are people inside...
We've got a toxic leak!
There's a toxic leak!
Everyone, get away
from the tanker!
(sirens wailing)
(clamoring)
(chainsaw buzzing)
I have a press conference
to do in ten minutes.
All right. So what do you need?
We've still got dozens
more people to pull out.
We're going to have
to go for the numbers.
Got to save as many
lives as possible.
Listen, there are still
passengers here in this car
underneath the leaking tanker.
By the time we get to
them, they'll be dead.
Look, let me just see what
my guys can do, all right?
Over here! A problem!
Okay, so who knows
what? Talk to me!
Sheriff's Department
is evacuating
a five-mile radius
around the site.
Then you guys should go help FD
with extractions
under that tanker.
All right. What's the chemical?
What do we need to
know? Methyl isocyanate.
It's used in the manufacture
of polyurethane foam,
pesticides and plastics
and that's the same
chemical that killed over
3,000 people in Bhopal, India.
DON: It's basically a weapon.
So how bad's the leak?
Well, if it's bad,
we're all dead.
Yeah. Eppes. Hazmat measured
two parts per
million... Not fatal.
If you start tearing up, or
start to smell something sweet,
that indicates four
parts per million,
in which case,
run. But even small
amounts could be lethal to
the wounded people, right?
It's transported in liquid
form. When it hits the air,
it vaporizes but, with
water, it overheats
and combusts,
releasing a toxic cloud.
We need to get those
people out of here
before this thing explodes.
All right. Let's go.
DON: You guys be careful.
So the black box is
basically destroyed.
It's not going to help us.
Trains are monitored
by computer... I'll get
the electronic records from
the company's hard drive.
See if you can find out
who knew that cargo was toxic.
And dog the bomb squad
until we know what set
it off, right? I need a list
of all National Security
events in the last 24 hours.
Are you thinking terrorism?
Go. Go.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Excuse me. Are you in charge?
CHARLIE: We're
not quite at the level
of rogue,
shape-shifting nanobots
as described in science fiction.
However, we have made progress
in the real world... swarmbots.
Alone, unsophisticated machines.
But, working together,
with something like...
like intelligence emerging.
These are crash investigators.
Here. Check it out.
So I program a task
for the swarm, right?
Let's say mapping this room,
and they try to accomplish
the goal of that task.
Right now, they're
self-organizing.
They've chosen a leader.
See, some jobs need
centralized control.
Others require swarm
activity. Hey, Charlie,
what happens if I
shoot the leader?
They figure out
who the next best leader is.
See that? Huh? Look.
They just keep going.
It's much more
robust and cooperative
in a hostile
environment than people.
You're familiar with
eusocial insects like bees
and ants and termites.
Well, they communicate
through pheromones... scent clues.
Like, "I'm a larva.
Take care of me."
Or, "Food's this way."
Or, "Danger! Attack!"
Following smells is
called chemotaxis.
My bots employ infotaxis,
which is a spatial
search algorithm
in which agents
repeatedly update guesses
of an object's location.
Each bot creates a model
of its local environment,
it networks it, and we
get a collective picture.
These things could map my crash?
That's what I'm saying.
I can reprogram
them, I can add lipstick
cameras and chemical sensors.
The switch wasn't right.
We couldn't stop in time.
Why not? It's a
redundant system,
but everything
seemed to fail at once.
Cutty exerted the right
amount of brake pressure
for the tonnage, but
the train just kept going.
Tell me about your
engineer... Cutty Nagim.
He wouldn't abandon the train,
even though we were
sitting on 2,000 tons of diesel.
Did you recover
the body? Not yet.
What kind of name is Nagim?
Uh... Syrian, I think.
Did he have ties to Syria?
Was he political?
We're going to
find all this out.
You might as well
just say what you know.
Cutty was born and
raised in America.
Oh. You know what, Tim?
Maybe all the parts in
your redundant system
just happened to
fail at the same time,
but that passenger train
missed piercing a tanker
carrying a lethal
chemical by about ten feet.
Oh, that's just a
matter of time, Agent.
Scary hazardous materials
roll through L.A. every single day
on 100-year-old tracks with
rusty, unguarded switches.
It's a miracle it
hasn't happened
up to this point... a miracle.
Stay put.
Hey, thanks for coming.
Yeah, uh, so where
should I set up?
In here. I'm downloading
the railroad's
electronic records. Okay.
(sirens whooping)
(crews clamoring, tools
clanking and whirring)
This is much worse
than I thought.
I don't know if my bots
can make a difference.
Charlie, the people
we're going for
are the lost causes.
Anything we can do for
them is better than nothing.
Hey... Hey, what's
the chemical count?
It's the same... Two
parts per million,
but they haven't
located the leak yet.
How many we got in here?
Six remain that are
still giving off body heat,
but they're buried deep inside.
CHARLIE: Hey.
Can I set up over here?
Yeah, sure, Charlie.
Are these the, um...?
The six still alive.
That's, uh, Estella,
William Ramirez.
They're the wife and
son of the engineer.
Probably died in
the initial fireball.
Frannie Driscoll, her
daughter was rescued earlier.
And that's Doug Abbott, 21.
He's, uh, traveling
with Susan Lang, 19.
Jeffrey Knight,
railroad steward.
He has a radio, but it's dying.
COLBY: Hey, Mr. Knight,
this is Agent Granger again.
How're you doing in there?
William and I are hanging in.
I can't see the others.
WILLIAM: My leg hurts!
DAVID: You're a tough guy, right?
Where's my dad? Is he okay?
Hey, buddy,
you dad wants you
to be brave, okay?
You can do that, right?
(static)
Radio's dead.
So can we get them out of there?
We're worried about
destabilizing the wreckage,
or worse, the tanker.
Well, my bots
should help with that.
How? They're going
to explore the debris.
They'll radio back
information on toxicity,
temperature, topography.
I'll add that to
your infrared layout.
We'll get a detailed map,
and we're going to get these
people out of there safely.
All right, I think I can
get to this one right here.
Yeah? I'm gonna go for it.
All right, Charlie.
What did the bomb squad say?
Do they have any idea
what caused the derailment?
They can't find
the set-off point.
It could be on the
track, in which case,
it would be under the wreckage.
Or a bomb could've been
on the cargo train itself,
the engineer was Syrian.
Either way, it derails.
The passenger train
pierces the tanker,
ignites the chemicals,
releases toxic gas into a
densely populated area.
What are you basing
your theory on?
Don's thinking terrorism.
What, are you talking
for me? Don't do that.
You implied that... You need
to listen more and talk less.
Understand? So we got no
national security
events in the area
in the last 24 hours.
I'm running a Risk Measure
with data from the railroad,
the chemical company, the NSA
and the FBI
Counter-terrorism Unit.
But a terrorist attack
is not well-supported.
Right... and what'd the
dispatcher say? James Malin.
NTSB interviewed
him on the scene,
did a drug-alcohol test,
then I released him
to go to his second job.
You what?
NTSB already interviewed him.
We do our own interviews.
Go pick him up again.
All right, I'll check on
the Syrian engineer's
terrorist connections.
You know, just for kicks.
Amita, what do you think?
An accident?
I mean, there's no apparent
equipment or system failures.
But I'm going through
every keystroke
and voice communication
up to the crash.
Now, I'll have more of
an opinion in a few hours.
Medic!
We need a medic over here!
Got her? Yeah.
You okay? Yeah, I'm okay.
She's the last
one I could pull out
without destabilizing
the whole pile, though.
Easy.
How're the robots coming?
It's gonna be a little while.
Where... Where's my son?
It's okay, ma'am. Take
it easy. He's probably
already been taken
to the hospital, ma'am.
He's okay.
No, no, no!
William was in front of me.
Your son is William? Yes!
He's asthmatic;
I have to get him!
Easy, easy. You let
us take care of that.
You let us take care of it.
Where's my husband?
Ralph Ramirez.
He was driving the
train. Where is he?
I'm sorry.
No!
No! No!
No! William! William!
I have to get William, please!
Take it easy.
(sobbing): I have
to get William!
William! Shh, shh.
Calm down. Shh.
(indistinct conversations)
(camera whirring)
HazMat found one of the leaks,
but air quality remains the same
at two parts per million.
We'll see if it dissipates
in the next hour.
There's no way of knowing
what's inside the crushed car.
Charlie just inserted
the robots into the pile.
The swarmbots are giving
us an excellent transmission.
It's looking for
heat signatures.
(sighs)
(trilling)
(whispers): Okay.
We have a fatality.
Yeah, but it looks like
there's a void right here
we could probably
climb into. No, no.
The bots are reporting
instability in that quadrant.
I believe the, uh, deceased is
Frannie Driscoll.
Well, she was alive,
generating a heat signal,
just a couple hours ago.
She probably couldn't
handle the methyl isocyanate.
You said the levels weren't
high enough to kill anybody.
CHARLIE: Not enough
to kill a healthy adult,
but the wounded, weakened,
children and the elderly
are much more vulnerable.
So the boy and the
old man are in trouble.
William is more at
risk to corrosive agents,
because of the smaller
diameter of his airways.
William, it'll be okay.
You're gonna be all right, okay?
We're coming for you.
She got the boy
on his cell phone.
William, William, are you there?
I lost him, I lost him.
I'll get cell phone numbers
for the rest of them.
(keypad beeping)
(trilling)
Did they get everybody out?
You were the dispatcher.
Why were you in such a
rush to leave the scene?
I got two jobs.
And if I lose this one
'cause of the accident...
Why would you lose your job?
Somebody's got to take the fall.
Ain't usually the big dogs.
So, if it's me,
I really need the second job.
I-I got seven kids,
my wife's got Lupus...
Tell me about last night.
Shift starts at 4:00.
Nothing unusual.
Around 7:00, the
Desert Pacific Rider
checks in at mile post 112-9,
and I authorize the
switch at the south yard.
The conductor said that
the switch flag wasn't up.
Maybe it was stuck.
But I doubt it.
'Cause if there's any
mechanical problems,
it shows up on my screen
and the train's computer
and about three or four backups.
NTSB said no mechanical failure.
Just check the records.
I activated the switch when
the train was five minutes out.
And it-it worked.
Why would the conductor lie?
Maybe he was coming in too fast.
Maybe he was doped up.
His tox screen was
clean, like yours.
Maybe it was a bomb.
It was terrorists?
Have you thought about that?
DON: You think it
was a derailment?
You have to get those
passengers out of there.
This crash could be
the end of my business.
Let me ask you something:
You guys run old trains?
No, nothing like that.
Until a couple months ago,
these hazardous chemicals
were transported by
Markovius Trucking.
Whoa.
Roman Markovius? Yeah.
The mobster; the
king of trucking.
I underbid him.
What, he threaten you?
Well, he let me know
he doesn't like losing money.
But he better get used
to it... Trucks are history.
He puts me out of business,
someone else is gonna
pop up to take my place.
(trilling)
This room looks promising.
Could you get another
one of your bots
over there to check it out?
They've already figured out
that they need to
explore that passage.
It's okay, baby.
It won't be long now, okay?
You try and slow down
your breathing, okay?
There's a leg right there.
It's a child's.
ESTELLA: William!
Oh, no, William! Shh, shh.
WILLIAM (over phone): Mommy!
Hey, hey, it's okay,
buddy. No, it's all right.
What's wrong?
No, buddy, it's okay.
Your m-mom's fine.
She's doing just fine.
All right?
We're about to suit up,
and we're gonna come in there,
and we're gonna come get you.
All right?
It's gonna be a cool rescue.
Like Iron Man.
Now, we're gonna
need your help, too.
Okay, buddy?
What's wrong with my mom?
(labored breathing)
Okay, baby, I'm back.
Okay, you be brave.
Come here a minute.
What's going on?
Man, you got to be careful.
There's a possibility that
kid's not gonna make it.
You got to brace
yourself for that.
All right?
NIKKI: Word is you
don't like to lose money.
Well, luckily, that's
not happening.
You just lost
a big contract to
Desert Pacific Rail.
In general, business is good.
Specifically, I am
not incentivized
to sabotage railroads,
as you are no doubt
about to accuse me.
Incenti-what?
I just bought a sizable stake
in rail transport.
It's my business now.
Why would I harm it?
DON: Well, one reason is
you'd bring prices down.
You could snatch up inventory.
You think like a criminal.
That's how I catch them.
Diversification works better
than breaking kneecaps.
So I diversified.
We didn't touch
Desert Pacific Rail.
Richard Cory
sows the seeds
of his own demise.
Whatever that means.
213-555-0172.
That's Douglas Abbott,
21, Portland, Oregon.
Douglas...
(weakly): Yeah. This is
Agent Granger of the FBI.
Great, man. Where
you been? (coughs)
Listen, we're
coming in to get you.
Hey, ask him about the
person next to him. Okay.
All right, David, memorize this.
Nine meters straight in,
six meters left 30 degrees,
seven meters right 15
degrees... You got it?
Got it. All right.
Susan Lang. She's 19.
Seems to have a broken
arm, but otherwise...
DOUGLAS: This metal...
it's cooled down now.
I think I can push
it out of the way.
CHARLIE: What's he doing?
No, he'll cause a collapse.
No, no, no. Tell him to stop!
Tell him not to move.
Doug, wait a minute.
COLBY: Doug,
don't-don't try to help.
Don't move anything.
No! Doug, can you hear me?
Doug!
(phone clatters)
DAVID: We can find ice on Mars,
but we can't get the people
in tangled metal 20 feet away.
You should try and
catch some Z's, David.
We've been going,
like, 40 hours now.
The other case was yesterday...
It feels like a week ago.
Look, uh, did you...
have you talked to, uh,
Doug and Susan's
parents in Oregon?
Did you call them?
We don't legally
know they're dead.
Their heat signatures are
gone; they're dead, okay?
And we know it.
Did you talk to
the parents or not?
They're flying in, David.
Take a break, all right?
Napping is the smartest
thing you can do right now.
Here's what I want to know.
The geniuses, they lost half
of their robots in the collapse.
Right? Now
they're starting over,
and they're mapping
us a way inside.
How long do we wait?
You gotta just chill, man.
You're doing great, baby.
Be brave for Mama,
okay? How's he doing?
Hold on, William...
I'll be right back.
He can't breathe.
It's getting worse.
Try to get him to,
uh, remain calm.
How long are we supposed to wait
on this Yellow Brick Road of yours?
Dial down your
attitude, man, I...
No. We lost six robots and
two people in that last collapse.
Now, you give me
a firm percentage.
How much of what you're
working on is hot air? Hot air?
50%? 60%? You just tell me.
You want to cause
50 tons of steel
to crush this kid and
crack open a toxic tanker
so that we can all be
dead in the next half hour,
then you be my
guest and dive in there!
You can't guarantee
that it's not gonna happen
when I have a new map!
David, patience... "patience
achieves more than force."
Edmund Burke, statesman.
"You take patience too far,
and then you have cowardice."
George Jackson, Black Panther.
I have reprogrammed
this bot to locate
William's cell phone... it should
find the most efficient route.
For a six-inch Tinker Toy.
I need... I need
to get in there.
I need you to find a
space that I can fit in.
That's what the other bots
are working on, okay? Listen.
Listen... William's low
body weight makes him
more susceptible to
those toxins, all right?
So, yeah, he's... He's dying.
He's dying. Yeah, I know that.
And if he gets this inhaler,
then it'll buy us more
time to get to him.
(quietly): All right.
All right.
AMITA: I can't find what
caused the derailment.
I mean, the switch happened
four minutes before the crash.
How do you know that?
Because it's recorded here
in the computer output.
Yeah, but what's recorded?
The time of the
dispatcher hitting the button
or the actual switching
of the iron pieces?
That's a good question.
AMITA: The switching
sequence requires
two actions from the dispatcher.
He entered the first command
at 7:01, before the crash.
Then nothing for three
and a half minutes.
Derailment occurred at 7:04.
The second command switch
was entered seven seconds later,
after the crash.
NIKKI: NTSB said that
the switch happened
on time at 7:01.
AMITA: Think of it as a plane
that's scheduled to depart at 7:00.
If it leaves the gate at 7:00,
then taxis across the tarmac
and actually takes off at 7:04,
the public record has it down
as an on-time departure at 7:00.
The time of the first
command is often recorded
as the time of completion,
usually because
it's just a few
seconds difference.
DON: He starts the
sequence, but he doesn't finish.
NIKKI: And then,
after derailment,
he finishes it on the computer,
even though the actual
physical switch had
already been destroyed.
AMITA: But it's all
recorded as if it happened
before the crash. DON:
And we're absolutely sure
the command came from the
dispatcher's computer, right?
Not, like, a hacker...
Well, I'm working on an
electronic fingerprint. All right, good.
Let me know if you
get anywhere with that.
And Markovius was telling the truth
about buying a stake in the rail business.
The Organized
Crime Task Force says
he doesn't need to
play dirty, you know?
He makes his money
inside the system
just like any other
greedy businessman.
Right, like Richard Cory...
I mean, that guy bugs me.
I'll put him under the
microscope, see what I find.
Let's get that dispatcher
back in here, all right? All right.
Mr. Malin, hey.
(snaps fingers)
Come on, wake up.
(exhales)
Anyone visit you
at work last night?
Hmm? No.
No? Oh, wait a minute.
I'm not sure.
What night is it now?
What's today's date?
Last night was the
night of the crash.
Did anyone visit you?
No.
We have logs.
You could check 'em. No one
paid you to look the other way
while they got on your computer?
Are you crazy?
I would never do that.
You fell asleep.
Look at you, you can't
even keep your eyes open.
That's what happened, isn't it?
You fell asleep while you
were making the switch.
No. Why are you...
The alarms went off,
and you woke up,
and then you finished it.
I made the switch. Mr. Malin,
that switch was
made after the crash.
This is a fact; we know it.
My wife is sick.
So I got to take care of
the kids between my jobs.
I haven't slept...
in about a week.
Last night, I...
I had trouble
focusing my eyes, so...
I thought I finished the switch,
and... I went into the bathroom
to put some cold
water on my face.
It used to be that
there were two of us
who worked the same shift,
but...
the company made cutbacks.
When I came back in the room...
the alarms were going off,
and...
like you said, I just...
I didn't mean to.
(crying): I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
(crying quietly)
CHARLIE: The
little bot who could.
Okay, William, listen up, buddy.
We have this little robot
that's gonna make its
way over to you, all right?
It's gonna bring
you some medicine,
it's gonna help you with
your breathing, okay?
(weakly): Okay.
I'm... thirsty.
DAVID: I know, I know.
You're doing a great job, buddy.
Can you put Mr. Knight
on the phone?
Can you do that?
CHARLIE: Three more meters.
This map will be
complete in a half hour,
if William can just hold on.
CHARLIE: No, no, no.
What? What? What happened?
Hold on. Hold on,
Mr. Knight, hold on.
It can't cross. Why?
Because this bot has
to link to the other bots
in order to cross an
opening over ten inches wide.
Listen, now, we're gonna
need you to help us out here.
Okay? We need you to
keep William breathing slowly.
KNIGHT: I can do that.
All right.
You think I-I... you think
I'm holding something back?
David, we're close. You've
been saying that all night!
David, please.
No more waiting, Charlie.
Okay? No more waiting.
Now, come on. David.
No.
David!
(frustrated grunt)
(filtered breathing)
David's gone into the
pile without the map.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Um...
Come on, come
on. Okay, that's him.
All right, he's on track so far.
He's been studying
that map for the last hour.
David, can you hear
me? He can hear you.
COLBY: All right, buddy,
stay cool... you're doing great.
(filtered breathing)
That's a hot zone.
It's a hot zone. What
does that mean? Is it toxic?
No, but there's fire
under that section.
That metal's
really hot... Tell him
to stay right. All right,
David, you got to stay right.
Stay to the right,
David. To the right.
David...
(metal creaking)
(loud clattering)
David?
David!
David, can you hear me? David!
DON: What the hell happened?
He went in for the rescue
before the route was
clear; he's not answering.
Charlie, is he...?
No, his heat
signatures are strong.
He's alive, but the collapse
increased the flow of toxic gas.
How do we get him
out? You got any ideas.
Well, have a map of
the pile before the crash.
We know where he went wrong.
What about the
robots? I lost them all.
But look, whatever fell
on David didn't kill him,
so I estimated a
range for that weight
and did a progressive
collapse analysis... here.
Which tells us...?
Which pieces of the pick-up
sticks to remove to avoid
another collapse. All right,
well, tell us where to make a hole.
I'll go in on a cable
and I'll pull him out.
MAN (over radio): Stand by.
We've got a visual on Agent Granger.
MAN 2: We're
standing by as well.
MAN 3 (distant): Steady...
MAN 4 (over radio): Go
ahead. I, uh, I see them.
They're lowering him down now.
Okay, stop.
All right, guys, down
easy; let me down easy.
Careful, careful.
(indistinct radio communication)
(loud crash)
COLBY: David.
David, can you hear me? David?
(beeping)
William, can you hear me?
(debris rumbling, clattering)
Mr. Knight? Jeffrey Knight?!
(weakly): Yes.
Can you reach me?
I'm trying.
(clattering)
All right, Charlie, where is he?
He's crawling
toward William, Colby.
You're not far enough in.
All right, got ya.
I'm at a dead end, guys.
No, that can't be.
You must've taken a wrong turn.
Well, I did exactly
what you said.
Nine straight in,
six left 30 degrees.
Seven right 15 degrees.
Colby, are you
counting in meters?
That's the problem.
I'm counting in yards.
I'll go back and do it right.
Well, you don't have to
go back to the beginning.
Just go to the first juncture
and add 3.28 feet.
Yeah, give or
take .28 feet, got it.
And then recount
from there. Will do.
I should have
double-checked that.
It's all right. It's all right.
Everyone's exhausted.
(on radio): All
right, I see him.
David.
Thank you, God. Thank you.
David...
What took you so long, man?
I don't know how
to get out of here.
Don't worry. I left
us bread crumbs.
We need to keep
this mask on his face.
I brought an inhaler.
I want you to breathe
into that, okay?
(wheezing breath)
(indistinct radio communication)
(beeping)
(deep rumbling)
(rumbling stops, Colby gasping)
Yeah.
Why don't you ease
him on over here?
(William wheezing weakly)
(grunting)
(rumbling, clattering)
Okay. All right.
Here.
Okay, Mr. Knight,
it's your turn, sir.
I'm gonna hand you this mask.
I want you to put it
on your face, okay?
Thank you. Thank you.
All right, guys, we're
coming out, okay?
Okay, good job. You do that.
See you guys on the outside.
MAN (over radio): He's ready to
come out. I think he's got the boy.
Set him down.
All right, he's down.
There. You've got him.
Easy now. Unhook him.
Got it.
Oh, God, is he okay? Oh, honey!
Is he okay?
Send that cable back
over here, will ya?!
All right, David, it's
coming back at ya, buddy.
Hang in there, man, it's coming.
I don't know how.
Thank you.
Made it, Mr. Knight.
We made it.
I'm gonna lift
you up, all right?
All right, come on. Easy.
COLBY: Okay,
they're on their way out.
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
Charlie, listen. Hmm?
Hey, look, go home.
Go get some rest, man.
It's okay.
No... I gotta... No, I
know what happened.
Hey, I know what happened.
Just let me see
those train records.
I'll be able to prove it.
Whoa, whoa, prove what?
Listen, even if that switch
wasn't in the correct position,
that train should
have come to a stop
based on its weight and speed.
Actually, that's what
the conductor said.
Mm-hmm.
He runs his train with math.
Mass and velocity determine
the distance required to stop,
so he must have
had the wrong weight.
That train
was heavier than
that conductor thought,
making his calculations
for stopping incorrect.
Well, that I can check.
You did great.
Easy.
(sighs)
COLBY: Hey, man, great job.
Yeah, yeah. Killed my bots, man.
Yeah, well, they all
deserve Purple Hearts.
Put little badges
on the next ones.
Yeah, armor 'em a little better.
Yeah.
You did great, Mr. Knight.
MAN: You're gonna be
just fine, sir. You did great.
Hold on. All right.
Ease off.
Sorry about that,
Charlie. I had to do it.
It's no sweat.
I was about to
go in there myself.
Agents, thanks for your efforts.
Get your hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
For what?
Lying about the cargo
tonnage in order to save money,
so you could undercut bids.
Sending out 12,000 tons.
Listed only 10,000.
Who'd you bribe
for that, by the way?
Maybe there was an error.
Yeah, like, how many
times you got away with it.
Do you know what?
We're gonna find
out all about that.
If you'd have
played by the rules...
Yeah, there would have
been a switching error...
But that train would
have stopped in time.
None of this would've
even happened.
Tell me that you've
never cut corners
to get the job done.
Watch your head. (thud, groan)
(sighs)
I don't want you doing
stuff like that, okay?
I want you being better than me.
You did all right today.
♪ One thing I'll say for
the less traveled way ♪
(sighs heavily)
Hey, man, wake up,
I'll give you a ride home.
Yeah... uh, yeah.
♪ Has twice the gravity ♪
(snoring loudly)
♪ Get in and go and
you're one with the now ♪
♪ Turns inconsistently ♪
♪ Arcs in a symphony ♪
♪ Make your mind sharp
and aware of the holes ♪
♪ Fall through them steadily ♪
♪ Slip through them readily ♪
♪ One thing I'll say for
the less traveled way ♪
♪ Doesn't have subtlety ♪
♪ Has twice the gravity. ♪
(horn blaring)
♪ Keep your weight on
the Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Or the steam brake
is bound to fail... ♪
(alarm beeps)
Tim, it's milepost 112-9.
Roger that. MP 112-9.
Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.
Just passing MP 112-9.
We'll be at the
switch in five minutes.
Got you, Desert Pacific Rail.
What's your speed?
We are highballing at 20.
What are you pulling?
10,000 tons of
American ingenuity.
(over radio): All right.
♪ There's just one more
bridge left to cross ♪
♪ Keep her moving
or the day is lost ♪
♪ Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Dead Man's Handle... ♪
I'll keep an eye on her.
♪ Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Keep your mind
on the journey's end ♪
Do you mind?
♪ Look down, look
down, look down... ♪
You have an audience.
Sorry.
We're cool.
♪ Look down,
and you'll never... ♪
Thank you.
♪ On the tracks again ♪
Pretty soon, that'll be you
with a pretty girl like that.
No way.
(phone ringing)
William, what's wrong?
Hey, can I ride
up front with you?
Well, maybe on
the return trip, okay?
You know you're not
supposed to call me
unless it's an emergency.
Okay, Dad.
♪ Ease the brake,
stretch out your hand ♪
♪ The Dead Man's Handle ♪
(bell dinging)
♪ The Dead Man's Handle ♪
♪ Keep your mind
on the journey's end. ♪
The flag's not up.
He didn't make the switch.
I know. Dispatch, this
is Desert Pacific Rail.
Do you read me? Over.
We're not going to make it.
(screeching)
I can't get it stopped.
Dispatch, this is
Desert Pacific Rail.
Jump, Tim. Do you read me?
Dispatch... Tim, jump!
Dispatch, San Jose
Limited, coming your way.
(static crackles)
Dispatch?
Young man...
I'm going to go see my dad.
Oop! You know
you can't go up there
when the train is moving.
He said I could... William.
I may be old,
but I ain't stupid.
What's going on up there?
What's on my track?
Stay in your seats! Hold on!
Come on! (brakes screeching)
Mom! William! I got him!
I mean, when I
started at the FBI,
I figure, you know, I'm
doing something good.
I'm fighting the fight.
It just sounds so...
old-fashioned.
It just sounds so naive now.
No, no. It doesn't.
It's all just one
big compromise.
I'm telling you.
One big personality clash
with redundant paperwork.
The boss is
second-guessing every move,
second-guessing their bosses,
everyone just trying
to keep their job.
Nobody's got any guts.
Yeah, well, you got guts.
I feel lost.
I feel like...
I don't know why
I'm in it anymore.
Hey. Who's winning?
(phone rings)
Actually, uh, I got
to get out of here.
DON: Yeah. Eppes.
I'm so tired, I could
sleep standing up.
The stakeout was worth it.
I loved the look
on that guy's face
when we sashayed in there
instead of that teenage girl.
We got two days
away from the creeps.
You got any plans?
Whatever sport is on TV.
(door opens)
Got a train crash.
Call NTSB. They called us.
Possible hazardous materials.
High threat, urban area.
By hazardous materials,
you mean old computer batteries?
No rest for the weary.
(clamoring)
(siren approaching)
(horn sounds)
It's all right. I got you.
DON: I want to know what
was on every one of those trains,
so e-mail me that waybill, ASAP.
Send it to my phone.
You think we're dealing
with anything toxic here?
Still checking.
We might have to
evacuate the entire area.
DON: The press is
going to be all over this.
LAPD's got 'em
blocked off a mile away.
Where do you guys need us?
What do you think? I
could use the manpower.
You got it.
Why don't you go see if
you can find the NTSB,
and you go with him, all right?
Hey, I got her.
I got her.
Let's go. Easy, easy... easy.
Here.
Easy, easy.
We're setting
triage up over there.
Okay. I'll bring more over.
Anybody in there?!
Oh...!
David! Anybody in here?!
David! Get out of here!
There are people inside...
We've got a toxic leak!
There's a toxic leak!
Everyone, get away
from the tanker!
(sirens wailing)
(clamoring)
(chainsaw buzzing)
I have a press conference
to do in ten minutes.
All right. So what do you need?
We've still got dozens
more people to pull out.
We're going to have
to go for the numbers.
Got to save as many
lives as possible.
Listen, there are still
passengers here in this car
underneath the leaking tanker.
By the time we get to
them, they'll be dead.
Look, let me just see what
my guys can do, all right?
Over here! A problem!
Okay, so who knows
what? Talk to me!
Sheriff's Department
is evacuating
a five-mile radius
around the site.
Then you guys should go help FD
with extractions
under that tanker.
All right. What's the chemical?
What do we need to
know? Methyl isocyanate.
It's used in the manufacture
of polyurethane foam,
pesticides and plastics
and that's the same
chemical that killed over
3,000 people in Bhopal, India.
DON: It's basically a weapon.
So how bad's the leak?
Well, if it's bad,
we're all dead.
Yeah. Eppes. Hazmat measured
two parts per
million... Not fatal.
If you start tearing up, or
start to smell something sweet,
that indicates four
parts per million,
in which case,
run. But even small
amounts could be lethal to
the wounded people, right?
It's transported in liquid
form. When it hits the air,
it vaporizes but, with
water, it overheats
and combusts,
releasing a toxic cloud.
We need to get those
people out of here
before this thing explodes.
All right. Let's go.
DON: You guys be careful.
So the black box is
basically destroyed.
It's not going to help us.
Trains are monitored
by computer... I'll get
the electronic records from
the company's hard drive.
See if you can find out
who knew that cargo was toxic.
And dog the bomb squad
until we know what set
it off, right? I need a list
of all National Security
events in the last 24 hours.
Are you thinking terrorism?
Go. Go.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Excuse me. Are you in charge?
CHARLIE: We're
not quite at the level
of rogue,
shape-shifting nanobots
as described in science fiction.
However, we have made progress
in the real world... swarmbots.
Alone, unsophisticated machines.
But, working together,
with something like...
like intelligence emerging.
These are crash investigators.
Here. Check it out.
So I program a task
for the swarm, right?
Let's say mapping this room,
and they try to accomplish
the goal of that task.
Right now, they're
self-organizing.
They've chosen a leader.
See, some jobs need
centralized control.
Others require swarm
activity. Hey, Charlie,
what happens if I
shoot the leader?
They figure out
who the next best leader is.
See that? Huh? Look.
They just keep going.
It's much more
robust and cooperative
in a hostile
environment than people.
You're familiar with
eusocial insects like bees
and ants and termites.
Well, they communicate
through pheromones... scent clues.
Like, "I'm a larva.
Take care of me."
Or, "Food's this way."
Or, "Danger! Attack!"
Following smells is
called chemotaxis.
My bots employ infotaxis,
which is a spatial
search algorithm
in which agents
repeatedly update guesses
of an object's location.
Each bot creates a model
of its local environment,
it networks it, and we
get a collective picture.
These things could map my crash?
That's what I'm saying.
I can reprogram
them, I can add lipstick
cameras and chemical sensors.
The switch wasn't right.
We couldn't stop in time.
Why not? It's a
redundant system,
but everything
seemed to fail at once.
Cutty exerted the right
amount of brake pressure
for the tonnage, but
the train just kept going.
Tell me about your
engineer... Cutty Nagim.
He wouldn't abandon the train,
even though we were
sitting on 2,000 tons of diesel.
Did you recover
the body? Not yet.
What kind of name is Nagim?
Uh... Syrian, I think.
Did he have ties to Syria?
Was he political?
We're going to
find all this out.
You might as well
just say what you know.
Cutty was born and
raised in America.
Oh. You know what, Tim?
Maybe all the parts in
your redundant system
just happened to
fail at the same time,
but that passenger train
missed piercing a tanker
carrying a lethal
chemical by about ten feet.
Oh, that's just a
matter of time, Agent.
Scary hazardous materials
roll through L.A. every single day
on 100-year-old tracks with
rusty, unguarded switches.
It's a miracle it
hasn't happened
up to this point... a miracle.
Stay put.
Hey, thanks for coming.
Yeah, uh, so where
should I set up?
In here. I'm downloading
the railroad's
electronic records. Okay.
(sirens whooping)
(crews clamoring, tools
clanking and whirring)
This is much worse
than I thought.
I don't know if my bots
can make a difference.
Charlie, the people
we're going for
are the lost causes.
Anything we can do for
them is better than nothing.
Hey... Hey, what's
the chemical count?
It's the same... Two
parts per million,
but they haven't
located the leak yet.
How many we got in here?
Six remain that are
still giving off body heat,
but they're buried deep inside.
CHARLIE: Hey.
Can I set up over here?
Yeah, sure, Charlie.
Are these the, um...?
The six still alive.
That's, uh, Estella,
William Ramirez.
They're the wife and
son of the engineer.
Probably died in
the initial fireball.
Frannie Driscoll, her
daughter was rescued earlier.
And that's Doug Abbott, 21.
He's, uh, traveling
with Susan Lang, 19.
Jeffrey Knight,
railroad steward.
He has a radio, but it's dying.
COLBY: Hey, Mr. Knight,
this is Agent Granger again.
How're you doing in there?
William and I are hanging in.
I can't see the others.
WILLIAM: My leg hurts!
DAVID: You're a tough guy, right?
Where's my dad? Is he okay?
Hey, buddy,
you dad wants you
to be brave, okay?
You can do that, right?
(static)
Radio's dead.
So can we get them out of there?
We're worried about
destabilizing the wreckage,
or worse, the tanker.
Well, my bots
should help with that.
How? They're going
to explore the debris.
They'll radio back
information on toxicity,
temperature, topography.
I'll add that to
your infrared layout.
We'll get a detailed map,
and we're going to get these
people out of there safely.
All right, I think I can
get to this one right here.
Yeah? I'm gonna go for it.
All right, Charlie.
What did the bomb squad say?
Do they have any idea
what caused the derailment?
They can't find
the set-off point.
It could be on the
track, in which case,
it would be under the wreckage.
Or a bomb could've been
on the cargo train itself,
the engineer was Syrian.
Either way, it derails.
The passenger train
pierces the tanker,
ignites the chemicals,
releases toxic gas into a
densely populated area.
What are you basing
your theory on?
Don's thinking terrorism.
What, are you talking
for me? Don't do that.
You implied that... You need
to listen more and talk less.
Understand? So we got no
national security
events in the area
in the last 24 hours.
I'm running a Risk Measure
with data from the railroad,
the chemical company, the NSA
and the FBI
Counter-terrorism Unit.
But a terrorist attack
is not well-supported.
Right... and what'd the
dispatcher say? James Malin.
NTSB interviewed
him on the scene,
did a drug-alcohol test,
then I released him
to go to his second job.
You what?
NTSB already interviewed him.
We do our own interviews.
Go pick him up again.
All right, I'll check on
the Syrian engineer's
terrorist connections.
You know, just for kicks.
Amita, what do you think?
An accident?
I mean, there's no apparent
equipment or system failures.
But I'm going through
every keystroke
and voice communication
up to the crash.
Now, I'll have more of
an opinion in a few hours.
Medic!
We need a medic over here!
Got her? Yeah.
You okay? Yeah, I'm okay.
She's the last
one I could pull out
without destabilizing
the whole pile, though.
Easy.
How're the robots coming?
It's gonna be a little while.
Where... Where's my son?
It's okay, ma'am. Take
it easy. He's probably
already been taken
to the hospital, ma'am.
He's okay.
No, no, no!
William was in front of me.
Your son is William? Yes!
He's asthmatic;
I have to get him!
Easy, easy. You let
us take care of that.
You let us take care of it.
Where's my husband?
Ralph Ramirez.
He was driving the
train. Where is he?
I'm sorry.
No!
No! No!
No! William! William!
I have to get William, please!
Take it easy.
(sobbing): I have
to get William!
William! Shh, shh.
Calm down. Shh.
(indistinct conversations)
(camera whirring)
HazMat found one of the leaks,
but air quality remains the same
at two parts per million.
We'll see if it dissipates
in the next hour.
There's no way of knowing
what's inside the crushed car.
Charlie just inserted
the robots into the pile.
The swarmbots are giving
us an excellent transmission.
It's looking for
heat signatures.
(sighs)
(trilling)
(whispers): Okay.
We have a fatality.
Yeah, but it looks like
there's a void right here
we could probably
climb into. No, no.
The bots are reporting
instability in that quadrant.
I believe the, uh, deceased is
Frannie Driscoll.
Well, she was alive,
generating a heat signal,
just a couple hours ago.
She probably couldn't
handle the methyl isocyanate.
You said the levels weren't
high enough to kill anybody.
CHARLIE: Not enough
to kill a healthy adult,
but the wounded, weakened,
children and the elderly
are much more vulnerable.
So the boy and the
old man are in trouble.
William is more at
risk to corrosive agents,
because of the smaller
diameter of his airways.
William, it'll be okay.
You're gonna be all right, okay?
We're coming for you.
She got the boy
on his cell phone.
William, William, are you there?
I lost him, I lost him.
I'll get cell phone numbers
for the rest of them.
(keypad beeping)
(trilling)
Did they get everybody out?
You were the dispatcher.
Why were you in such a
rush to leave the scene?
I got two jobs.
And if I lose this one
'cause of the accident...
Why would you lose your job?
Somebody's got to take the fall.
Ain't usually the big dogs.
So, if it's me,
I really need the second job.
I-I got seven kids,
my wife's got Lupus...
Tell me about last night.
Shift starts at 4:00.
Nothing unusual.
Around 7:00, the
Desert Pacific Rider
checks in at mile post 112-9,
and I authorize the
switch at the south yard.
The conductor said that
the switch flag wasn't up.
Maybe it was stuck.
But I doubt it.
'Cause if there's any
mechanical problems,
it shows up on my screen
and the train's computer
and about three or four backups.
NTSB said no mechanical failure.
Just check the records.
I activated the switch when
the train was five minutes out.
And it-it worked.
Why would the conductor lie?
Maybe he was coming in too fast.
Maybe he was doped up.
His tox screen was
clean, like yours.
Maybe it was a bomb.
It was terrorists?
Have you thought about that?
DON: You think it
was a derailment?
You have to get those
passengers out of there.
This crash could be
the end of my business.
Let me ask you something:
You guys run old trains?
No, nothing like that.
Until a couple months ago,
these hazardous chemicals
were transported by
Markovius Trucking.
Whoa.
Roman Markovius? Yeah.
The mobster; the
king of trucking.
I underbid him.
What, he threaten you?
Well, he let me know
he doesn't like losing money.
But he better get used
to it... Trucks are history.
He puts me out of business,
someone else is gonna
pop up to take my place.
(trilling)
This room looks promising.
Could you get another
one of your bots
over there to check it out?
They've already figured out
that they need to
explore that passage.
It's okay, baby.
It won't be long now, okay?
You try and slow down
your breathing, okay?
There's a leg right there.
It's a child's.
ESTELLA: William!
Oh, no, William! Shh, shh.
WILLIAM (over phone): Mommy!
Hey, hey, it's okay,
buddy. No, it's all right.
What's wrong?
No, buddy, it's okay.
Your m-mom's fine.
She's doing just fine.
All right?
We're about to suit up,
and we're gonna come in there,
and we're gonna come get you.
All right?
It's gonna be a cool rescue.
Like Iron Man.
Now, we're gonna
need your help, too.
Okay, buddy?
What's wrong with my mom?
(labored breathing)
Okay, baby, I'm back.
Okay, you be brave.
Come here a minute.
What's going on?
Man, you got to be careful.
There's a possibility that
kid's not gonna make it.
You got to brace
yourself for that.
All right?
NIKKI: Word is you
don't like to lose money.
Well, luckily, that's
not happening.
You just lost
a big contract to
Desert Pacific Rail.
In general, business is good.
Specifically, I am
not incentivized
to sabotage railroads,
as you are no doubt
about to accuse me.
Incenti-what?
I just bought a sizable stake
in rail transport.
It's my business now.
Why would I harm it?
DON: Well, one reason is
you'd bring prices down.
You could snatch up inventory.
You think like a criminal.
That's how I catch them.
Diversification works better
than breaking kneecaps.
So I diversified.
We didn't touch
Desert Pacific Rail.
Richard Cory
sows the seeds
of his own demise.
Whatever that means.
213-555-0172.
That's Douglas Abbott,
21, Portland, Oregon.
Douglas...
(weakly): Yeah. This is
Agent Granger of the FBI.
Great, man. Where
you been? (coughs)
Listen, we're
coming in to get you.
Hey, ask him about the
person next to him. Okay.
All right, David, memorize this.
Nine meters straight in,
six meters left 30 degrees,
seven meters right 15
degrees... You got it?
Got it. All right.
Susan Lang. She's 19.
Seems to have a broken
arm, but otherwise...
DOUGLAS: This metal...
it's cooled down now.
I think I can push
it out of the way.
CHARLIE: What's he doing?
No, he'll cause a collapse.
No, no, no. Tell him to stop!
Tell him not to move.
Doug, wait a minute.
COLBY: Doug,
don't-don't try to help.
Don't move anything.
No! Doug, can you hear me?
Doug!
(phone clatters)
DAVID: We can find ice on Mars,
but we can't get the people
in tangled metal 20 feet away.
You should try and
catch some Z's, David.
We've been going,
like, 40 hours now.
The other case was yesterday...
It feels like a week ago.
Look, uh, did you...
have you talked to, uh,
Doug and Susan's
parents in Oregon?
Did you call them?
We don't legally
know they're dead.
Their heat signatures are
gone; they're dead, okay?
And we know it.
Did you talk to
the parents or not?
They're flying in, David.
Take a break, all right?
Napping is the smartest
thing you can do right now.
Here's what I want to know.
The geniuses, they lost half
of their robots in the collapse.
Right? Now
they're starting over,
and they're mapping
us a way inside.
How long do we wait?
You gotta just chill, man.
You're doing great, baby.
Be brave for Mama,
okay? How's he doing?
Hold on, William...
I'll be right back.
He can't breathe.
It's getting worse.
Try to get him to,
uh, remain calm.
How long are we supposed to wait
on this Yellow Brick Road of yours?
Dial down your
attitude, man, I...
No. We lost six robots and
two people in that last collapse.
Now, you give me
a firm percentage.
How much of what you're
working on is hot air? Hot air?
50%? 60%? You just tell me.
You want to cause
50 tons of steel
to crush this kid and
crack open a toxic tanker
so that we can all be
dead in the next half hour,
then you be my
guest and dive in there!
You can't guarantee
that it's not gonna happen
when I have a new map!
David, patience... "patience
achieves more than force."
Edmund Burke, statesman.
"You take patience too far,
and then you have cowardice."
George Jackson, Black Panther.
I have reprogrammed
this bot to locate
William's cell phone... it should
find the most efficient route.
For a six-inch Tinker Toy.
I need... I need
to get in there.
I need you to find a
space that I can fit in.
That's what the other bots
are working on, okay? Listen.
Listen... William's low
body weight makes him
more susceptible to
those toxins, all right?
So, yeah, he's... He's dying.
He's dying. Yeah, I know that.
And if he gets this inhaler,
then it'll buy us more
time to get to him.
(quietly): All right.
All right.
AMITA: I can't find what
caused the derailment.
I mean, the switch happened
four minutes before the crash.
How do you know that?
Because it's recorded here
in the computer output.
Yeah, but what's recorded?
The time of the
dispatcher hitting the button
or the actual switching
of the iron pieces?
That's a good question.
AMITA: The switching
sequence requires
two actions from the dispatcher.
He entered the first command
at 7:01, before the crash.
Then nothing for three
and a half minutes.
Derailment occurred at 7:04.
The second command switch
was entered seven seconds later,
after the crash.
NIKKI: NTSB said that
the switch happened
on time at 7:01.
AMITA: Think of it as a plane
that's scheduled to depart at 7:00.
If it leaves the gate at 7:00,
then taxis across the tarmac
and actually takes off at 7:04,
the public record has it down
as an on-time departure at 7:00.
The time of the first
command is often recorded
as the time of completion,
usually because
it's just a few
seconds difference.
DON: He starts the
sequence, but he doesn't finish.
NIKKI: And then,
after derailment,
he finishes it on the computer,
even though the actual
physical switch had
already been destroyed.
AMITA: But it's all
recorded as if it happened
before the crash. DON:
And we're absolutely sure
the command came from the
dispatcher's computer, right?
Not, like, a hacker...
Well, I'm working on an
electronic fingerprint. All right, good.
Let me know if you
get anywhere with that.
And Markovius was telling the truth
about buying a stake in the rail business.
The Organized
Crime Task Force says
he doesn't need to
play dirty, you know?
He makes his money
inside the system
just like any other
greedy businessman.
Right, like Richard Cory...
I mean, that guy bugs me.
I'll put him under the
microscope, see what I find.
Let's get that dispatcher
back in here, all right? All right.
Mr. Malin, hey.
(snaps fingers)
Come on, wake up.
(exhales)
Anyone visit you
at work last night?
Hmm? No.
No? Oh, wait a minute.
I'm not sure.
What night is it now?
What's today's date?
Last night was the
night of the crash.
Did anyone visit you?
No.
We have logs.
You could check 'em. No one
paid you to look the other way
while they got on your computer?
Are you crazy?
I would never do that.
You fell asleep.
Look at you, you can't
even keep your eyes open.
That's what happened, isn't it?
You fell asleep while you
were making the switch.
No. Why are you...
The alarms went off,
and you woke up,
and then you finished it.
I made the switch. Mr. Malin,
that switch was
made after the crash.
This is a fact; we know it.
My wife is sick.
So I got to take care of
the kids between my jobs.
I haven't slept...
in about a week.
Last night, I...
I had trouble
focusing my eyes, so...
I thought I finished the switch,
and... I went into the bathroom
to put some cold
water on my face.
It used to be that
there were two of us
who worked the same shift,
but...
the company made cutbacks.
When I came back in the room...
the alarms were going off,
and...
like you said, I just...
I didn't mean to.
(crying): I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
(crying quietly)
CHARLIE: The
little bot who could.
Okay, William, listen up, buddy.
We have this little robot
that's gonna make its
way over to you, all right?
It's gonna bring
you some medicine,
it's gonna help you with
your breathing, okay?
(weakly): Okay.
I'm... thirsty.
DAVID: I know, I know.
You're doing a great job, buddy.
Can you put Mr. Knight
on the phone?
Can you do that?
CHARLIE: Three more meters.
This map will be
complete in a half hour,
if William can just hold on.
CHARLIE: No, no, no.
What? What? What happened?
Hold on. Hold on,
Mr. Knight, hold on.
It can't cross. Why?
Because this bot has
to link to the other bots
in order to cross an
opening over ten inches wide.
Listen, now, we're gonna
need you to help us out here.
Okay? We need you to
keep William breathing slowly.
KNIGHT: I can do that.
All right.
You think I-I... you think
I'm holding something back?
David, we're close. You've
been saying that all night!
David, please.
No more waiting, Charlie.
Okay? No more waiting.
Now, come on. David.
No.
David!
(frustrated grunt)
(filtered breathing)
David's gone into the
pile without the map.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Um...
Come on, come
on. Okay, that's him.
All right, he's on track so far.
He's been studying
that map for the last hour.
David, can you hear
me? He can hear you.
COLBY: All right, buddy,
stay cool... you're doing great.
(filtered breathing)
That's a hot zone.
It's a hot zone. What
does that mean? Is it toxic?
No, but there's fire
under that section.
That metal's
really hot... Tell him
to stay right. All right,
David, you got to stay right.
Stay to the right,
David. To the right.
David...
(metal creaking)
(loud clattering)
David?
David!
David, can you hear me? David!
DON: What the hell happened?
He went in for the rescue
before the route was
clear; he's not answering.
Charlie, is he...?
No, his heat
signatures are strong.
He's alive, but the collapse
increased the flow of toxic gas.
How do we get him
out? You got any ideas.
Well, have a map of
the pile before the crash.
We know where he went wrong.
What about the
robots? I lost them all.
But look, whatever fell
on David didn't kill him,
so I estimated a
range for that weight
and did a progressive
collapse analysis... here.
Which tells us...?
Which pieces of the pick-up
sticks to remove to avoid
another collapse. All right,
well, tell us where to make a hole.
I'll go in on a cable
and I'll pull him out.
MAN (over radio): Stand by.
We've got a visual on Agent Granger.
MAN 2: We're
standing by as well.
MAN 3 (distant): Steady...
MAN 4 (over radio): Go
ahead. I, uh, I see them.
They're lowering him down now.
Okay, stop.
All right, guys, down
easy; let me down easy.
Careful, careful.
(indistinct radio communication)
(loud crash)
COLBY: David.
David, can you hear me? David?
(beeping)
William, can you hear me?
(debris rumbling, clattering)
Mr. Knight? Jeffrey Knight?!
(weakly): Yes.
Can you reach me?
I'm trying.
(clattering)
All right, Charlie, where is he?
He's crawling
toward William, Colby.
You're not far enough in.
All right, got ya.
I'm at a dead end, guys.
No, that can't be.
You must've taken a wrong turn.
Well, I did exactly
what you said.
Nine straight in,
six left 30 degrees.
Seven right 15 degrees.
Colby, are you
counting in meters?
That's the problem.
I'm counting in yards.
I'll go back and do it right.
Well, you don't have to
go back to the beginning.
Just go to the first juncture
and add 3.28 feet.
Yeah, give or
take .28 feet, got it.
And then recount
from there. Will do.
I should have
double-checked that.
It's all right. It's all right.
Everyone's exhausted.
(on radio): All
right, I see him.
David.
Thank you, God. Thank you.
David...
What took you so long, man?
I don't know how
to get out of here.
Don't worry. I left
us bread crumbs.
We need to keep
this mask on his face.
I brought an inhaler.
I want you to breathe
into that, okay?
(wheezing breath)
(indistinct radio communication)
(beeping)
(deep rumbling)
(rumbling stops, Colby gasping)
Yeah.
Why don't you ease
him on over here?
(William wheezing weakly)
(grunting)
(rumbling, clattering)
Okay. All right.
Here.
Okay, Mr. Knight,
it's your turn, sir.
I'm gonna hand you this mask.
I want you to put it
on your face, okay?
Thank you. Thank you.
All right, guys, we're
coming out, okay?
Okay, good job. You do that.
See you guys on the outside.
MAN (over radio): He's ready to
come out. I think he's got the boy.
Set him down.
All right, he's down.
There. You've got him.
Easy now. Unhook him.
Got it.
Oh, God, is he okay? Oh, honey!
Is he okay?
Send that cable back
over here, will ya?!
All right, David, it's
coming back at ya, buddy.
Hang in there, man, it's coming.
I don't know how.
Thank you.
Made it, Mr. Knight.
We made it.
I'm gonna lift
you up, all right?
All right, come on. Easy.
COLBY: Okay,
they're on their way out.
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
Charlie, listen. Hmm?
Hey, look, go home.
Go get some rest, man.
It's okay.
No... I gotta... No, I
know what happened.
Hey, I know what happened.
Just let me see
those train records.
I'll be able to prove it.
Whoa, whoa, prove what?
Listen, even if that switch
wasn't in the correct position,
that train should
have come to a stop
based on its weight and speed.
Actually, that's what
the conductor said.
Mm-hmm.
He runs his train with math.
Mass and velocity determine
the distance required to stop,
so he must have
had the wrong weight.
That train
was heavier than
that conductor thought,
making his calculations
for stopping incorrect.
Well, that I can check.
You did great.
Easy.
(sighs)
COLBY: Hey, man, great job.
Yeah, yeah. Killed my bots, man.
Yeah, well, they all
deserve Purple Hearts.
Put little badges
on the next ones.
Yeah, armor 'em a little better.
Yeah.
You did great, Mr. Knight.
MAN: You're gonna be
just fine, sir. You did great.
Hold on. All right.
Ease off.
Sorry about that,
Charlie. I had to do it.
It's no sweat.
I was about to
go in there myself.
Agents, thanks for your efforts.
Get your hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
For what?
Lying about the cargo
tonnage in order to save money,
so you could undercut bids.
Sending out 12,000 tons.
Listed only 10,000.
Who'd you bribe
for that, by the way?
Maybe there was an error.
Yeah, like, how many
times you got away with it.
Do you know what?
We're gonna find
out all about that.
If you'd have
played by the rules...
Yeah, there would have
been a switching error...
But that train would
have stopped in time.
None of this would've
even happened.
Tell me that you've
never cut corners
to get the job done.
Watch your head. (thud, groan)
(sighs)
I don't want you doing
stuff like that, okay?
I want you being better than me.
You did all right today.
♪ One thing I'll say for
the less traveled way ♪
(sighs heavily)
Hey, man, wake up,
I'll give you a ride home.
Yeah... uh, yeah.
♪ Has twice the gravity ♪
(snoring loudly)
♪ Get in and go and
you're one with the now ♪
♪ Turns inconsistently ♪
♪ Arcs in a symphony ♪
♪ Make your mind sharp
and aware of the holes ♪
♪ Fall through them steadily ♪
♪ Slip through them readily ♪
♪ One thing I'll say for
the less traveled way ♪
♪ Doesn't have subtlety ♪
♪ Has twice the gravity. ♪