War of the Worlds

- Here we go. -

["Keep Your Head Up" by Wolfgang Valbrun playing]

All right, all right, all right.

Did you miss me?

Did you miss me?

William Radford.

- - Okay.

Hmm.

You ran out of the house this morning,

but I need you to get the kids to school.

My battery's dying. I'm sure I'm being spied on.

Shut up, man. You're just paranoid.

Good morning. What's up?

Look. Take a look at this.

Any noise about it on your end?

No. I watch people, not weather.

I've never seen global storms like this.

We can't figure out what's causing

this atmospheric phenomena.

Something is way off.

Their size, the amount... All of it,

it just doesn't... doesn't make sense.

All right, that's crazy right there.

All of NASA's satellites are blind.

We haven't been able to see anything for two days.

Can't figure it out.

Yeah.

Well, I got bigger fish to fry

than watching clouds.

Look, duty calls, so just keep me posted.

- Not on my watch. - Everywhere we go,

everything we say, watch, read, and write

is captured and evaluated to censor our awareness of the truth

and to enslave us

to tyrannical, authoritarian government control.

Okay, Guardian.

The surveillance state has also

not revealed that the Goliath program

is an existential threat to humanity

that no one can possibly comprehend.

You will see all the alarming details in full disclosure

in the Goliath documents that I'm releasing to the world.

All right, now let's go to suspect number two.

Thank you.

- Hey. - A muffin?

Really? A muffin? What are you thinking?

Jesus, Dad. How many times have we been through this?

One hard-boiled egg.

All right? They're right next to the doughnuts.

Would it kill you?

- You need more protein. - I need to get to work.

No, you need to lay off the soy milk.

You haven't had any protein this week.

- How do you know? - Let's just say me and your fridge is pretty tight.

You hacked my fridge?

- Dad. - Lay off of that stuff.

It's no good for the baby.

- It has zero calcium. - Uh, it does have calcium.

I majored in bio, remember?

Hold on.

Just what I've been waiting for.

You little punk, I got you.

I see you took the Sunday graveyard shift again.

When's the last time you left the office?

- That's classified. - You need to get some sun.

I don't know what looks worse, you or your poor plant over there.

- Dad? - I just... got to focus

on this right here real quick.

Um, I, uh, got to get back

to the lab and finish up my project.

All right, I love you.

Yo. Did you delete my game?

You know you're wasting your time with that game.

Dad, playing video games

- is my job. -

I'm a tech visionary in a pre-funding stage.

A tech to who the what?

All I know is I've been pre-funding your ass for years

and you need to get a real job.

This is my job.

Look, son, I got a friend over at NSA.

- They're recruiting next month. - Let it go.

I mean, spying on what's in people's Amazon carts?

Is that what you think I do?

- I'm sorry, did you get promoted? - Listen, smart-ass.

I know people would rather have someone watch them...

- Really? That's the choice? - ...than blow them up.

Give up our privacy or death?

Yep. I think it's a pretty fair trade, if you ask me.

Well, I respectfully disagree.

Respect? I don't see no respect.

All I see is a kid with a $200,000 education

living in my damn house, playing dumbass video games. That's what I see.

You mean Mom's house.

What'd you say?

Come on, you haven't even cleaned out

her stuff yet.

That's none of your damn business.

Saved by the bell.

If anyone should be gaming, it's you.

- Might be good therapy for all that aggression. - I'll call you later.

You mine.

You mine.

You are officially found.

- Bam! - That was easy.

Nah, I'm just good.

Let's get my eye in the sky.

Good morning, my sweet baby drone.

Lord have mercy.

There's no James at all?

- Yes, Mark, what is it? - Hey, Pops.

"Pops"? I'm not your daddy, man.

Right. Uh... Sorry.

- "Sorry" what? - Sorry, sir.

Um, anyway, I know you told Faith

you have to work, but just to tempt you,

we're all wearing these fun shirts to the shower.

I, uh, even got a Grandpa Shark one for you.

Look.

He's grumpy, too.

He's got your whiskers and everything.

- What shower? - Oh, shit.

Sorry, uh, I guess I should've talked to Faith

before I made shirts. My bad.

Keep up the good work over there, okay?

Uh, and thank-thank you for your service.

Damn. Changed her password again.

Damn.

Oh, shit.

What an asshole.

- -

Remember to take out the trash today

and be nice to the kids.

- I love you, baby. -

Yeah.

- Boom! - That was easy.

Say it again.

That was easy.

Damn right.

William. You really took your time with this one, didn't you?

Oh, shit. Hold on, hold on. I got to add Briggs to this conversation.

All right.

Director Briggs, you have FBI Special Agent Jeffries

- on the line. - Sir.

Good to meet you, Jeffries.

- Cams are hot. - All right. Ready here.

Body cam check.

All coming in clear.

- Will, what's the unit number? - Checking. Stand by.

Listen up, team.

I want this to be clean and surgical.

We don't know who these hackers are,

but we know what they're capable of.

This so-called Disruptor is trying to reveal

a top secret program called Goliath,

and that file must not go out.

It's national security.

- - Don't worry, sir.

- We're all over this guy. -

You little punk.

Touchdown.

Uh, second floor, east corner, unit 42.

Copy that. Moving in.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

All right. Going up the stairs.

All right, second floor is clear to proceed.

Ooh!

Guys, you need to hurry.

These security cameras are on public networks.

Disruptor could be watching our every move.

Copy that.

- Open door, unit 209. -

Back inside. Lock the door.

Approaching.