Mutant World

I thought we could, uh, talk.

I got you your favorite wine.

Oh, half empty. Half full.

And some glasses.

Ooh!

And...

Okay.

S' Ooh... S'

You brought confusing underwear

back from Italy, Mel.

It's Melissa now. Okay?

And this

is from Paris.

She hit the tarmac 45 minutes ahead of schedule, sir.

Well, then now is not the time

for your sister to go AWOL.

I got worse news than that.

Confirmation of chatter over the aerospace channels.

Well, son, tell me what I'm looking at.

Meteor.

It's headed for the Eastern Seaboard.

How big is this bastard?

Seven klicks wide.

It's a ten on the Torino scale.

Planet killer.

Damn kids.

Hold on. Hold that thought.

Okay. One second.

Holding that thought.

Hey, hey. Hey-

Hey, get away from the van.

Go. Go across the street or something.

Still no public address from the White House.

Ah, front of house,

it's just another day at the Oval Office.

So we're still ahead of the sheep?

Yeah. Hold on. Uh...

In the background,

military and government comm traffic is peaking.

Dad, they know.

Of course, they know. They don't want people to panic.

You start telling people now.

We start bugging out now.

What's wrong, babe?

It's my dad and his damn drills.

Time to actually take me home, champ.

Some things never change.

Marcus freaking King.

Really?

Okay, I'm not going anywhere near your crazy dad.

That's for damn sure.

His gang of doomsday preppers

are still the same paranoid whack jobs.

I'm sorry, Caden.

We'll pick up where we left off.

Here.

Thank you, darling.

Oof!

And I do promise.

Yeah, we'll pick up where we left off.

Whoa. Come on. We've got to move.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Okay, pass me those two boxes there.

Missy, you do love to take your sweet time.

You cost us 29 minutes. You're riding shotgun.

Let's go.

Late to the show, and you still get the best seat in the house.

Is he serious about this?

Dead serious.

Okay.

Was that fancy pants' creepy van I saw pulling away?

Talking about Caden is out of bounds.

So that's why I got negative response from you, Melissa.

Well, Mom didn't pry like this.

You never change.

Paris changed me.

Ain't gonna be Paris in 90 minutes.

Presidential address here, guys. Check this out.

Turn it up.

My fellow Americans,

I've just been informed of a comet tracking to hit

Pennsylvania within the hour.

NASA is advising everyone to take to basements

and fallout shelters for safety.

A lot of good that's gonna do, huh?

You know, a meteor that size is gonna hit PA

with the force of a dozen nukes.

Half a continent away, basement shelters

aren't gonna be worth a damn.

Let's see what the Air Force has to say.

Will Cheyenne be able to withstand that?

In theory, it will hold, sir.

Lock down the north and south blast doors.

Prepare to seal the exhaust outlet.

Geoff, where the hell have you been?

I need you for lockdown. Ask Missy.

Hey, no time for finger pointing. Let's go. Let's go.

- Sir, yes, sir. - Move it.

I'm here, baby.

Not the time, lovebirds.

You know, you're as late for the real thing

as you are for the drills.

Smart-ass. Yeah.

Let's go, Tyler. Let's go.

Hey, Marcus. What's up?

The Franklins aren't here yet.

What do you mean they're not here?

I mean, we can't lock down without them.

They got two thirds of the weaponry.

I know. Where are those damn junk dealers? Their kid's already here.

Damn it. They're in Florida. I forgot all about it.

That's why Tyler's by himself.

Go see how much we have.

- Go, go, go, go! - Got it.

We're gonna be fine with the guns we've got. We got to go.

We gotta lock it down before we get swarmed.

Mom, stop! Mom!

Please, stop, Mom.

Thank you. Come on, guys.

Let's go, let's go!

Make sure they get inside. All right, we got it.

- Come on. Let's go. - Come on, guys.

Geoff.

Oh, my God. We don't have the space for these people.

Get inside with your mom, babe. Like hell.

Wait!

- Wait! - Caden!

Wait!

Wait!

Cover me.

My God! We're out of time.

Everyone inside now!

Get down. Come here.

Matt! Hey, Dad, stop it!

No, you're going. We're locked down. That's an order.

Now get going!

There's only enough rations for us.

- They're coming. - We can't help them.

Dad!

Open fire! That's my neighbor.

That's an order!

That was my kindergarten teacher. Fall back!

Nic!

Dad!

Your dad will follow!

No. No.!

- Dad! - Marcus, come on!

Seal it up! Seal it up now!

Wait for us!

Initiating lockdown.

Caution. Initiating lockdown.

Caution. Lockdown sequence in

five, four, three, two, one.

Hatch has sealed.

Lockdown complete.

No! No!

Dad! Dad!

Damn it. How many times have I told you this is not a half-pipe?

Get your deck out of the courtyard.

Ugh!

The secondary cells are not holding a charge.

We'll never have a baby. We'll keep trying.

Oh.

Hang on!

That one wasn't so bad.

Move.

Warning. Failure.

Power levels, critical. Warning.

This is not a drill. Go!

Control room. Go! Let's go.

- Move! - Go, go!

Keep them calm.

Warning. Power system failure.

Warning.

Initiate backup power system.

- Calm! - We're gonna fix it, okay?

Calm down.

It was just another tremor.

It's okay, Xeni. My brother's got this.

Madsie.

In there like swimwear.

Thank God.

Sitrep.

Main solar array is down.

No data.

I need eyes up there.

We gotta crack the hatch this time, Mads. I'll go.

Me too. Me too.

Me too.

Ah, not this again.

Missy, we don't have a read on what's happened yet.

What more do we need a read on?

Without solar, I mean...

Without that, we lose aeroponics and all our major systems,

which means no water, no power,

and in three days, no clean air either.

But what went wrong, Geoff?

There is no way to tell that from down here.

You know that.

Not since we lost Camera Six last year.