Salvation

Previously on "Salvation"...

I'm seeing someone. Harris Edwards.

He's got a son your age.

- Gillian. - I quit my job.

- And my boyfriend. - Laura and I are engaged.

People have died.

I think it has something to do with this.

Project Atlas.

You need to dig deeper. Find out where she got that photo.

My friend Katya, the Russian ambassador.

She said her country stole our EmDrive out of retribution for Atlas.

The world's about to catch fire

and we may be the only ones who can stop it.

- We're going to Russia. - Does this photo have any meaning to you?

The U.S. created some sort of super weapon to destroy us.

- Atlas is a weapons program? - Except the weapon...

- was an asteroid. - Where did you get these?

Amanda Neel.

Suspend Grace Barrows's A4 security clearance.

No, God. Oh, no.

We're gonna be arrested for her murder if we don't move fast.

- Give me your passport. - Without our papers, we're nobody.

That's exactly who we have to be

if we want to get out of here alive.

This is not just some rebellion, Dad.

I'm actually trying to save the world.

Liam Cole.

Welcome to RE/SYST.

You know everything about us.

I don't even know your names.

What-what is this? Is... are you Trinity?

That's Neo over there. You must be Morpheus.

What you call us isn't important.

What you know is. We want answers, Liam.

That makes two of us. I mean, RE/SYST is all about

free information, right?

So why don't you throw something my way?

Where'd you get this photo?

And why'd you give it to Amanda Neel, of all people?

Amanda was the only reporter looking into what happened

to this man, Walter Carnahan.

Pentagon sat-tech.

A founding member of RE/SYST.

The founder of RE/SYST...

is a Pentagon employee?

With high-level clearance?

So much for national security.

Carnahan was a patriot!

He believed that government secrets were the enemy

of democracy, and so do we.

He stumbled across this government program called Atlas.

The next day, he was murdered.

What, so you think someone in the government

put a hit on your friend?

And I'm gonna find out who it is

with your help.

No.

Tanz is the key to all of this.

- We need access! - Look, I am

sorry about your friend,

but I do not know anything about Atlas,

- and neither does Darius. - Really?

Well, how do you explain this?

The FSB issued this internal memo,

which RE/SYST accessed through their network.

FSB? What, the Russian Secret Police?

What does it say?

There's a manhunt for Darius Tanz

and Grace Barrows in Moscow.

They're wanted for murder.

What?

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Can I interest you in souvenir?

We're interested in a copy of War and Peace.

Everything you need is in here.

Dmitry.

And Irina Petrovic.

So, we're married?

Hopefully, you two are good actors, yes? Hmm.

You're gonna break my stool.

- What? - Keep sitting there

with the weight of the world on your shoulders,

you're gonna break my stool.

Work? A woman?

Little of both.

Hmm.

I have to make a choice between... one or the other.

Okay, then.

That kind of trouble deserves a double.

Thanks.

So, uh...

that's it? No sage advice?

Oh, no. The guy that offers sage advice

works Tuesday, Thursday, 2:00 to 10:00.

Ah. Just my luck.

All right, well, uh,

my shift's up, so I'm closing out.

Good luck... with that choice.

Mm-hmm.

Just when the caterpillar thought

the world was over... it became a butterfly.

I'm sorry?

You wanted sage advice.

I'll remember that.

Liam, you have an incoming call from an unknown Moscow landline.

Put it through, Tess. Hello.

Liam?

What the hell is going on? You're wanted for murder.

We don't have much time. The EmDrive?

Done. Fully functional.

- Have you told anyone? - Not yet.

But you're making progress, right?

With the Russian government?

Liam, with a little luck,

we just might make it out of here in one piece,

and if we don't... you're gonna need to make decisions.

About?

Everything.

The Ark... we need to

accelerate the 160 selection.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Good-bye, Liam.

Yeah. Bye.

We're Dmitry and Irina Petrovic.

I'm a high school physics teacher, you're an engineer.

We've been married 12 years.

But only four of them were happy.

What's wrong? Other than... everything?

We've come all this way

and haven't even had a chance to make our case.

I mean, if we leave, what hope's left?

Our only contact was murdered,

and we're the prime suspects.

If you have another idea, I'm all ears.

Apologies, Mrs. Petrovic. FSB agents.

Oh. A little warning next time.

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Darius Tanz.

Darius, they recognize you.

Once that photo hits the web, we're geotagged.

Everyone will know where we are.

I don't see how we get out of here without getting picked up,

no matter how many times you kiss me.

Grace, I'm afraid the only way out is...

In.

I'm Darius Tanz. This is Grace Barrows.

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Darius...

Once I confirmed that

my private access codes

had been compromised, I had no choice

but to have Grace Barrows' A4 security clearance revoked.

And you have reason to believe

she and Darius Tanz are currently in Russia?

Moscow, sir. Yes.

I have it on good authority.

If that's the case, I'm afraid they're on their own.

Wait. Sir?

Harris, we're at DEFCON 2

for the first time since the Cuban Missile Crisis.

If I recommend an exfil mission,

and it were to go sideways, it would mean World War III.

Look, by no means am I defending what Grace did,

but since when did we, the United States government,

adopt such a laissez-faire attitude

towards getting our people out of hot spots?

This isn't some third world sand dune. It's Moscow.

We are talking about a global superpower

whose missile silos are currently open, ready for war.

Tanz and Barrows both knew

that they were putting themselves in harm's way.

It's not up to us to save their asses, Harris.

We've got the rest of the world to think about.

Now you wait.

This is an Airbnb fail.

Are those... bloodstained bullet holes?

- Probably. - Maybe we should ask for an upgrade.

We only drove for about 40 minutes.

We can't be too far outside the city.

- Remember, everything we say in here... - They're listening.

Hmm.

Welcome to Moscow.

You're not dead.

Thanks to the skill of some excellent Russian doctors.

You son of a bitch!

Darius!

You worthless piece of... You murdered my friend!

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about Lazlo, but I had no choice.

But we're not here to rehash the past.

We're here to discuss the future.

That's why you risked everything to come here, right?