Deep Evil

He was brought in at 09:00...

and they figured he was responsible|for setting off a nuke on U.S. soil.

NORAD picked up a hotspot|in the Alaskan mountains...

just outside of Fairbanks.

They contacted the warship Sumanza,|stationed in the Bearing Strait.

Commander Drew Stevens|dispatches troops to the area...

to observe phase one|terrorist protocol.

Expect the worst.

Whatever happened was to be|considered an act of war against us.

That's when they called me.

And in the hours that followed...

I learned things that were going to|change the way we live forever.

Don't move!

There's somebody at the door.

Oh, God...

You look like sh*t, son.

Why don't you have a seat,|make yourself comfortable?

Want to tell me your name?

I've already told you people.

I'm Doctor Peter Lang.|I need to report to Major Harrison...

of Charlie Squadron Delta.

I don't have much time.

You a military man, Lang?

Sort of.

Sort of. That's funny. I've been in|military most of my adult life...

and I've never met asingle person|who was "sort of" in the military.

You're either in or you're out,|don't you think? So a...

pretty straight forward answer|I'm looking for here.

So, I'm gonna ask you again.|Are you in the military?

I can't talk to anybody in this|building. I'm not authorized to.

Call Harrison, and he'll understand|the urgency of the situation.

I got a pretty good handle|on the situation.

Two hours ago, somebody detonated|a nuclear device on U.S. soil...

and you're the prime suspect.

That's either an act of war or that's|terrorism but either way...

you're going to answer|any question I ask you.

So, why don't we start this again?

Are you a military man, Lang?

I need to report to Harrison,|the Joint Chiefs or the President.

I'm not authorized to talk|to you and I won't.

If you get Harrison, you might|have a chance to save the world.

Save the world.

That sounds like a threat to me.

You keep talking about|this Harrison... right?

We've been looking for him since|you've mentioned his name. And...

guess what?

There is no Harrison.

The President and the Joint Chiefs|don't have the foggiest idea...

who Peter Lang is nor do they have|any interest in talking to terrorists.

I suggest that you put me at|the top of your priority list...

and do it pretty quick cause things|are about to get ugly around here.

Why don't we try this again?|Who do you work for, Peter?

That kind of smarts, doesn't it?

Most fellas start belleding from the|ears, but you took this pretty good.

-You don't look so bad.|-I have...

top information, and you're|treating me like a terrorist.

I'm doing that'cause this is|a matter of national security.

A lot of people out there|got a lot of questions...

and I've been given authorization...

to use whatever means necessary|to get answers to those questions.

I suggest you start telling|me what you know now...

or we're going to go through|this over and over again.

I can't.

I love these things.

This sort of torture|used to be sloppy.

Buckets, sponges, big cables.

It just wasn't safe.

Nowadays, I can carry|4OO,OOO volts in my hip pocket.

Pretty effective,|wouldn't you say?

I can't tell you what|you want to hear.

You have to trust me.|It's for your own safety.

You're going to tell me|what I want to know.

Why don't we keep is simple,|all right?

Tell me how your day started.

-Hi, honey.|-Hi, Peter.

A phone call would've been nice.

You know how I feel about phones.

Baby, go wait in your room, OK?

Bye, Peter.

See ya, Kimie.

There's been an|incident in the lab.

-ls everybody OK?|-We don't know.

I need to get in. I need to find|out and I need your help.

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