Asteroid: Final Impact (Meteor Assault)

This is something everybody should see.

Aw, come on, take those off,

would ya?

This is so cool.

Look. Look at that.

You see? You see the guy with the goofy hair?

That's Thomas Jefferson.

Originally, he was supposed to be

on the other side of Washington,

but they screwed it up,

so they had to blow his face off

with dynamite.

Cool.

Did they ever parkour it?

Nah. Only in the movies.

"North By Northwest." Classic Hitchcock.

Aw, come on. "Hitchcock."

The director? Alfred Hitchcock!

Big, fat guy,-- fatter than your Uncle Ted.

Do you hear that?

: Look! Up there!

: Man, look at that!

Whoa!

Walter, get me data from VRM4

and reposition the space weather satellites

from its polar orbit.

I want to know why we didn't see this coming.

Sir? We could bring A.L.A.T. online.

You know damn well

why that satellite was decommissioned.

Adams! Where's the feed from Helios 2B?

We need to see what they're seeing!

And where the hell is that line to N.O.R.A.D.?

Sir!

We have projected trajectories

on three of the largest meteoroids.

The rest won't survive entry.

Estimated impact... 30 minutes.

I want a public alert.

Alert for what?

Whatever gets people indoors and under cover.

I want a high alert for the Pacific Northwest.

Now.

: The International Space Program

came under fire today

when astrophysicist Steve Thomas

released information to the media...

: The A.L.A.T. Program

was intended to be

an advanced satellite-warning system

using technology

designed to detect interstellar bodies...

I have nothing further to say at this moment.

Thank you.

: Are you saying you agree with what Thomas did?

: All I'm saying is,

if the A.L.A.T. was being used as it was intended,

instead of spying on us,

he wouldn't have had to...

: ...Shut down the program

while the investigations continue.

: I was just trying to save lives.

: The asteroid GX210

was expected to pass

about 350,000 kilometers from Earth

at around 8:00 p.m. Pacific Standard Time.

It has somehow disappeared,

baffling astronomers worldwide.

Head of State John Rowen

continues his struggle to restore trust

in America's International Space Program...

You look horrible.

I feel horrible,

because I'm hungover, big brother.

Well, you're not getting any sympathy from me.

I don't want sympathy.

: The integrity of this program

came into question last month,

when astrophysicist Steve Thomas went public

with the dual role of A.L.A.T.--

Hey!

...The "Asteroid Location and Tracking" satellite.

Since when is it illegal

to tell the truth in this country?

You know, for a patriot, you look like a terrorist.

Classified documents released to the media

detail the satellite's ability

to illegally access data streams from other satellites

circling the globe.

In other news,

witnesses have reports a landslide at Mount Rushmore.

What is this? Quiche?

It's crustless.

Doesn't that make it an omelet?

Why do I bother?

Why do you bother?

Because you needed a place to stay,

and I was good enough to give you one.

That's why you bother.

Just a little reminder,

this was Mom and Dad's place,

and they left it to both of us.

Speaking of moving in...

you talk to Maggie?

No.

That's okay.

Just try not to cramp my style

while you're here.

Oh! Your style?

Yeah.

Like, say if I wanted to bring a girl home.

Oh! A girl, huh?

-What? That's funny to you? -Uh-huh.

Because it almost happened last night.

You should've seen this girl.

She was gorgeous.

And smart!

And...

And?

I think she was a reporter.

You "think" she was?

No, no. I'm actually--

I'm actually pretty sure she was a reporter.

Look, I know we're not supposed

to talk to the press, but you're famous,

and if I don't use that to pick up girls,

then what good is it?

What did you tell her?

I don't remember,

but I'm sure it wasn't bad.

Come on! You know me!

I'm a vault.

Did I mention she was gorgeous?

Come on. It won't happen again.

I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

Don't forget to take out the garbage.

Okay, so now we're mad?

Hey.

I thought you two might like a coffee.

It's a new Columbian free-trade roast

I picked up.

Mr. Thomas.

Please, you guys have been tailing me for three weeks.

I figure we should be on a first-name basis.

Mr. Thomas, we don't want your coffee.

I do.

I'm gonna head to my house now.

I'll try not to run any red lights on the way over.

-Mm! That's good. -

: It's good coffee.

Shut up, Douglas.

: Are they ever going to leave us alone?

It's nothing a little paint won't fix.

Okay? It'll sell quick.

You'll see.

Yeah. I doubt it.

My dad's the biggest whistle-blower

since Snowden.

People hate him.

They hate us!

Hey. Not everybody.

Ah. You are still being harassed.

Yeah, your tax dollars hard at work.

Wow...

the yard looks empty

without all those reporters camping out.

Hey. What happened?

Uh, it's nothing.

Kyle got in a fight at school.

Again?

Again? How many times has this happened?

Mom.

Too many.

The sooner we sell this house

and get out of town, the better.

Look, I-- I can take care of myself. Okay?

I'm sorry, bud.

The real estate agent

said she'd be here by now, so...

How was dinner with nosey Nora?

Hey! Don't call her that.

Okay, my sister cares.

I care.

Really? Do you?

I'm not invisible.

Of course, you're not, honey.

You're not supposed to fight in front of your children.

It's, like, "Parenting 101."

-We're not fighting. -Yeah, we are.

No, we're not. We're discussing.

Well, hey. If we're "discussing,"

then let's talk about not selling the house.

Sweetheart...

Is this your agent?

No.

Steve Thomas, it is an honor to meet you.

I'm Sandra Gibbons.

Oh! Kyle Thomas.

You're the youngest scientist