Salvation

Ladies and gentlemen, tech pioneer, Darius Tanz.

Sir, my name's Liam Cole.

In 186 days, an asteroid's gonna collide with Earth,

and we're all gonna die.

Previously on Salvation...

An asteroid, Samson,

large enough to cause an extinction-level event.

- So what is the plan? A gravity tractor.

Oh, that would deflect the asteroid using gravitational pull.

I'm sure you understand why this needs to remain classified.

- If the public were to find out... Of course.

The asteroid's iron core... we didn't account for its density.

The gravity tractor's mass may not be great enough

to move Samson off its course.

Get a medic for the president! Cameras off, now!

Claire, you poisoned a sitting president.

Mackenzie was too weak.

And now it seems, so are you, which is why you have to die.

I was poisoned in an attempted coup

led by Vice President Bennett.

And it's only through the heroic actions

taken by a handful of patriots that I am still here.

Bennett has escaped.

I repeat, Monroe Bennett has escaped.

You're familiar with the group RE/SYST?

An underground hacktivist group.

Tess, she's being attacked. This is RE/SYST.

We are tracking four Russian ICBMs.

We're under attack.

We can stay defensive, or we can launch our own.

Get to the Ark bunker! It's the only safe place.

An ark? For 160 people?

The hangar is fully equipped to sustain life

for several years in the event of a nuclear attack.

- Wait, you're not staying? - No.

I want to be with you. I don't care where.

Jillian, I need to tell Darius something.

What? You can't leave. You'll be locked out.

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Darius! The iron core.

I know what to do. There's still hope.

Darius?

Sorry, I-I tried not to wake you.

: No, that's okay.

Breakfast will be ready in...

47 seconds to be exact.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, just...

I had the most horrible dream.

Well, it's over now. You're here with me.

Mm. (chuckles)

Something's on fire.

What's happening?

I'm afraid we're out of time.

The asteroid?

No. We did this to ourselves, Grace.

: Darius?

Darius?

: I can't breathe.

Oh, my God.

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Darius!

Liam.

The iron core. I know what to do.

Magnets?

Yes. Look, here's the idea.

We reprogram the gravity tractor's EmDrive,

turn it into an electromagnet,

which pulls the asteroid off course.

Voila, save planet Earth, collect Nobel Prize.

Your plan, while clever,

would require oscillating the EmDrive between thrust

and magnetism, a delicate dance

with zero margin for error.

With 127 days left to go,

that's a chance we can't take.

Potassium iodide.

Protects the thyroid from radioactive iodine

if we're exposed to nuclear fallout,

which may or may not happen in about...

...12 minutes.

Can't get any signal.

Yeah, me either.

How the hell are we supposed to know what's going on outside?

All right, people. People!

Everyone! Everyone, listen up.

We're all on edge.

But like Darius said, this facility

is air-gapped and EM shielded.

We won't be able to get cell service

or any outside information for now.

But I can assure you,

this bunker will protect us from any nuclear strike.

And just how long are we supposed to be down here?

Could be 30 days.

No, no, no. I didn't sign up for that.

I'm going to see my family. I'm going to see them right now!

- Get out of the way. Sir. Sir.

This facility is sealed.

The elevator isn't going anywhere.

Hey, hey, come on! We've got to get out of here!

I'll make my own damn door.

- No. No, no, no! - No, no, no! No!

Stay back, stand back.

Get off me! Get off me!

What did you mean when you said magnets?

We build an electromagnetic railgun to fire projectiles

into the asteroid,

nudging it off its trajectory.

Seriously?

We already build railguns for the Navy.

To shoot targets here on Earth.

See? We're already halfway there.

All we have to do is scale it up.

- Yeah, to the size of Massachusetts. - (mechanical whirring)

At least run the numbers on my idea before you shut it down.

- What is this? - A protective shield.

Titanium cladding.

We've just become a hermetically sealed bomb shelter.

We're safe in here, right? From the nukes?

I guess we're gonna find out.

You all right, sir?

No. I am not all right.

I got a family up there, two daughters and a wife,

and a nuclear bomb headed right this way.

Anyone else in here all right?!

What's your name?

Joe. Joe Riggs.

I'm Grace.

What do you do, Joe?

I'm an electrician.

I don't even work for Tanz.

How old are your daughters?

12 and 18.

I have an 18-year-old daughter out there, too.

We all have family out there somewhere.

But we needed to seek shelter,

and this is the only thing we can do right now, wait it out.

General,

how long until we know if the Interceptors are successful?

30 seconds.

Have we reached Russian Defense Minister Toporov?

Yes. Moscow is aware that we are not retaliating.

Switching to intercept detail.

- Two ICBMs have been destroyed. - (exhales)

One has made it past our defenses.

And the fourth?

I've lost telemetry,

but NORAD radar tracking reports one ICBM.

Is this confirmed?

One ICBM has entered a low Earth orbit.

One got through. To where?

We'll know any moment.

I know some of you were prepared to head up to Mars.

And the rest of us, we were just seeking refuge.

Whatever the case,

Darius has sealed this hangar for our own protection.

We'll know within 24 hours if it's safe to go back out there

because he'll unlock those doors if all is clear.

In the meantime,

there are food supplies and blankets

that need to be distributed.

Who wants to help?

I'll help.

I'll help.

I'll help.

Follow me.

Jillian.

We need to know exactly who's down here,

who's part of Darius's Mars project and who's not.

This place is a powder keg.

I want to know who's gonna light the next match.

NORAD radar tracking reports

one remaining ICBM inbound.

Ma'am, Russian Defense Minister Toporov is on a secure line.

Minister Toporov, you see that we're not retaliating.

I urge you to call off this attack.

Issue the self-destruct codes, sir.

What do you mean you can't?

Ladies and gentlemen...

prepare for impact.

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So only 85 of these folks

were selected for Darius's Mars project?

Yeah, the other 104 got swept up from Tanz in the panic.

Visitors, employees,

uh, vendors dropping off materials.

I've created profiles for all of them.

Wait, she's one of Darius's 160?

Yeah, Fiona Lane.

Getting her PhD in environmental engineering at GW.

Applied for the space program at NASA.

Didn't make the cut.

You're sure?

Yeah, I screened her myself.

DARIUS (over monitor): This hydroponic garden

is the product of years of R&D

that will make it possible for you to have fresh fruit

and vegetables on Mars.

This tutorial will explain, in simple steps,