Numb3rs S5E8 Script

Thirty-Six Hours (2008)

Tonight's episode concerns a collision between a freight train and a passenger train in southern California.

It was written and filmed before the tragic Metrolink crash near Chatsworth, California on September 12th.

All of us at "Numb3rs" extend our thoughts and prayers to the victims of this accident and to their families.

Because of this recent tragedy, the images may be difficult for some viewers to watch.

We want to let you know, so you can use the appropriate discretion in your home.

♪♪

(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.

DISPATCHER (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.

Do you read me? Jump, Tim.

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 there?!

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, your 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. You 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.

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 on which 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.

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...

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 (on 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.

COLBY (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 (on 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. DAVID: 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.