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full authority for Dutch Boy

to the international

community in two weeks.

I will not be the President

that hands over damaged goods.

Not now, not ever.

So, we are gonna handle this

problem and its solution in-house.

And we are gonna send up one man.

One of our own

who reports only to us

and that we can control.

Understood?

So, find me that someone.

Now.

Yes, sir.

Look, I know you're

not gonna like it

but as I see it,

there's only one person

to go after for this.

Your brother, Jake.

Come on, not Jake, please.

17 countries, hmm?

17 countries had teams

workin' on Dutch Boy.

They all reported to him.

Nobody knows what's under

the hood better than him.

Can we weigh other options?

Max, how long have you known me?

Ever since I was transferred

to the State Department.

That's right.

I handpicked you.

I believed in you.

You're smart.

And I was right about you.

I'm right about Jake.

If this is gonna be a problem...

No, sir.

Good.

Afghan satellite zero-niner-six

inbound.

All crews prepare for

incoming Afghanistan satellite.

Replacement satellite

standing by.

Afghan sat is locked in.

Replacement cleared for launch.

And away on sat 5-A.

Airlock doors secured.

I want a full dissection

of all components.

Priority one.

Afghan satellite dissection commencing.

I will take care of this.

Make sure they depressurize

the fuel intake.

Yeah, we got it.

Makmoud. Oi, Makmoud!

I'm about to obliterate

your top score here, pal.

I have to do some reprogramming.

Oh, come on!

He's got no pride

of ownership, that lad.

Please stand clear of the doors.

Please stand clear of the doors.

No, no, no!

Uncle Max?

Hey! What you doin' up there?

What is that, a solar generator?

Dual-access, sun-tracking

solar generator.

Replacing the power converter.

Oh, God.

Being more like

your dad every day.

Hey, where'd he find that?

You seriously asking that question?

No, of course.

He made it, right?

Come here, you.

Ah, it's good to see you!

How you doin'?

You okay?

I'm really great.

Okay, what's goin' on here?

All right, this is

freakin' me out.

You're supposed to

be nine years old.

Thirteen.

You were supposed

to be part of my life.

But sh*t happens.

Ouch.

So, what's goin' on here?

You living with him?

He gets me two weekends a month.

Oh, good.

Uh, how's your mom?

Mmm, justifiably pissed.

Yeah, I bet.

Hannah, it's time.

What's up, Jake?

Hannah, I thought I told you

not to talk to strangers.

Come on, don't listen to him.

Your dad and I were your age,

we were so close,

we had our own secret code.

- It's true.

- Really?

I don't remember that.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Well, it was nice seeing you.

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