To the Core and Back

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[distorted sounds]

- [calliope music]

- [chattering]

[ticking]

[ticking stops]

[scoffs]

- It stopped.

- What's that, Dave?

Nothing. How we doing?

Oh, we're ready.

- You, uh, feeling the magic?

- Oh, I'm feeling the magic, all right.

- Let's hit 'em.

- Yeah.

- Let's do it.

- Here we go.

- Let's hit 'em.

- Let's go make $30 million.

[Dave] Good morning.

Before I begin, let me...

[all murmuring]

- David?

- I'll go get help.

- [horns honking, brakes screeching]

- Jesus. Jesus, David.

- [cars crashing]

- Phone 911. Phone 911!

[woman] David?

[crashing continues]

[people screaming]

[man] Nick? Nicky?!

N icky!

[screams continue]

[sirens approaching]

[man 1] OK.

[man 2] It's OK, it's OK.

You'll be OK.

Get everybody else off the bus.

[ticking continues]

[man 3] Sound waves.

So...

...if we know that sound waves

gain wavelength...

[writing on chalkboard]

...and lose frequency

as they travel

through more dense materials...

...then the anomalies in these waves...

...are the means

by which we can surmise

the fundamental architecture

of our planet.

- How are the nails coming, Christine?

- [laughter]

Good. All right,

let's have a demonstration.

Mr. Acker, Veronica.

Thank you very much.

[blows loud note]

All right. Mrs. Limestone,

being a big softie, you know,

loves walks in the park, bedtime

stories, big romantic. Loves Chet.

I can't play Chet,

but I'll see what I can do.

Watch the oscilloscope, all right?

Here we go.

[playing off-key]

[clears throat]

- Dr. Joshua Keyes?

- Maybe.

- Yes or no, sir?

- The first one.

Please come with us, sir.

- [stammers] Guys, what's going on?

- We don't know, sir.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Your security clearance

is higher than ours.

I have security clearance?

We're just here to

bring you to yourjet.

I have a jet?

[man speaking French]

Hey, Serge.

Serge. Serge.

Damn! It's about time.

You're always late.

Let's keep moving, gentlemen.

What am I doing here? They wouldn't

brief me until you got here.

You know, there are biochemists

everywhere, military. I hate them.

When are you going to meet a nice girl

and bring her for dinner?

- I'm married to my work.

- So am I.

Which makes my wife my mistress.

That's why I'm still in love with her.

- You were always a romantic.

- I love my wife.

- Yeah, I know. I love your wife, too.

- I know.

But I don't love your wife.

You know what I mean.

You don't love her

the same way, you know.

It's the French.

I think it's the cheese.

- Ah, the cheese.

- [both laugh]

- You're... you're teasing me, right?

- Oh, my...!

Whoa. Wait, these are bodies.

I think we're

in the wrong place here.

- Yeah, we're in the wrong place.

- [man] No.

If you were in the wrong place,

you would've already been shot.

- That's a hell of a greeting.

- Serge.

- Serge.

- Serge. Yes. Always a pleasure.

Same here, Thomas.

Dr. Keyes.

I know. Tom Purcell.

Gentlemen, you do realise

that everything here

is totally classified, OK?

At 10.30 a.m. local time,

all within a ten-block radius...

...died.

They didn't get sick first.

- They simply hit the ground dead.

- Nerve agent?

- [Tom] Our first guess. No.

- They all died at the same time?

[Tom] As far as we can tell,

to the second.

This hits CNN in one hour.

I need a reason.

[Serge] ls there a variation

in sex, age, body type?

They all had pacemakers.

Under a minute.

Your reputation is well-deserved.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- [Tom] How did you guess,

- without any clues from the victims?

- No, that's...

Serge and I are the clues.

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