The first 200 lines.
Previously on "Ghost wars"...
Fort Moore basically would be a ghost town
if it wasn't for Lambda.
A fancy research company.
What's the over under on life after death?
Everybody in town's been seeing things, even me.
It's a ghost that's following you.
They can put things in your mind.
They're screwing with me?
They're screwing with everyone in town.
Die!
- Did you feel that earthquake? - That was no earthquake.
The phones are down, the bridge is out.
It's a... it's a bad time.
What happened to Larry?
They can put things in your mind.
You can't... you can't trust what you see.
You know, we're lucky to have you here.
Your gift. We'd all be dead otherwise.
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Hi.
- Hi. - Hey.
Uh, can I get a flat white?
- A flat what? - A flat white?
Even mix of milk and foam over a double espresso,
pour it really evenly so it's velvety smooth
or else it's ruined.
That sounds like a cappuccino.
It's not.
Okay.
Could you just repeat that for me one more time so that I...
Sure. Uh, even mix of milk and foam, double espresso, just...
- I'm just kidding. - You got it.
- Yep. - Thank you.
Okay, what's your name?
- Uh, Landis. - Landis.
- Yeah. - Landis from Lambda.
Yeah.
That's pretty funny.
I know, right?
Okay. I have a flat white here for Landis from Lambda.
- Thanks so much. - You're welcome.
- Oh, I'm so sorry! - Oh, my God!
I'm... I'm... I'm so sorry.
- Um, oh, oh, I'm sorry. - It's okay.
Here, uh... here, here. I'm sorry.
It's... it's fine.
- Uh... - It's fine.
Can I get... can I get...
Fine.
Yeah, no, it's... don't worry about it.
Um... thank you.
- Mm-hmm. - Um, yeah.
- No, it's... - I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
Thats... great.
All right, can you hold the elevator?
Hold the elevator, please!
Morning.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Morning. - Yeah.
Uh, rough morning?
Hmm?
- Uh... Yeah. - Oh...
Did the lights just flicker?
- I didn't see anything. - Don't be such a jerk.
What? I didn't.
This is not funny.
- No, the elevator's jammed. - Ryan, stop it.
- Right. - Seriously, Ryan.
- Look. - Landis, slow down.
You're gonna hyperventilate.
- Ryan, stop horsing around! - I... I... I'm not!
- Oh, come on! - Boo!
She's claustrophobic! Come on!
Landis, are you okay?
- Landis, sorry. - You're such an asshole.
- I'm sorry. - What is wrong with you?
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Jesus.
You know you fucked your performance review.
No, I said I was sorry.
Look, I was joking, okay?
She's so uptight she's ready to lose her shit on the...
Oh, God! Jesus!
Oh, what was that about being so uptight?
Damn, Kate. Leave me alone, okay? I friggin'' hate bugs.
Good to know.
Shit.
Ryan's fired.
What did he do now?
More of his stupid pranks.
Had me stuck in the elevator.
As much as I know you'd like to fire him...
You can cover for him.
You can't afford to fire all your nuclear scientists.
Not everybody wants to live up here.
He's gonna drive me crazy, okay?
He's gonna drive me crazy.
How was your weekend?
Don't ask.
That bad?
It was great if you enjoy avoiding coffee and hot baths.
Nope.
I'm taking multi-vitamins, I'm working out,
I'm doing everything I can to yield better sperm
and Carla's still not getting pregnant.
It's killing us.
Well, um... what makes you think it's you?
Great.
Burke wants me to meet him at the stairs.
Let's hope he has a shirt on this time.
Please, God.
Status report.
We're in trial runs.
You're taking your time, aren't you?
Yeah, it takes me a lot longer if I have to come up here
and give you status reports.
I want you to run the spool up this afternoon.
And before you shoot the messenger,
Seattle's requested it.
That's great. We're not ready.
Yes, you are.
and super symmetry are not your areas of expertise.
A lot of money has been invested in this facility.
At some point you have to trust that the collider
can execute the tasks it was designed for.
It's an accelerator and when that time comes
I will let you know.
You'll do as I requested.
You're not qualified to make that decision, Burke.
My qualifications are irrelevant.
You know why?
Because I'm in charge!
Does he realize he's asking us to break protocol?
Landis is supposed to decide if we're ready.
- We're ready. - Yeah, your opinion?
Not so much.
Let's do a test run.
It's as close as we can get to a spool up
without the risk of a magnet quench.
It's definitely safer.
- I'm on board. - Me too.
Let's power up those fuel cells.
Okay. Let's get it done.
Woah, what? Don't I get a vote?
No.
Burke will never know the difference.
Head office will.
No one can fault us for taking a precautionary step.
Test run looks good,
we go to full spool level.
Okay, I'll be in the coolant room.
Engage.
Warp speed.
Nerds.
What's that?
Something's not right.
Okay, pull it back.
It's not responding.
Shut it down. Shut it down.
Ryan!
Oh, shit!
We don't have access!
- Please open the door. - Don't open the door!
We have people in there!
The accelerators have ruptured.
They need to be contained!
You open that door and you'll kill us all!
- Let us out! - Landis, punch in the code.
I'm telling you, it'll blow!
I'm sorry.
- Please open the door! - Shit.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Cell towers are down.
We have no communication.
The only thing working is our internal land.
All indications point to an earthquake.
The entire town was hit.
How soon before we get full power back?
These quadrants have been fully restored,
we're just working on getting
the emergency generators up and running.
But outside of that, structurally, we're good.
I mean, this place was built to withstand the apocalypse.
Four lives were lost in the north wing.
George Hillis and three others.
And we had a plasma burst in the FC room.
I believe there's three employees in there.
Chloe, Dylan,
and Nassir.
I'm sorry.
We need to remove their bodies.
- until further notice. - Who's directive?
Dr. Barker, please.
Has the gas leak been addressed or not?
Hey. Get it together.
Half my team is in that room, Burke.
I understand,
but right now I need you to safeguard the collider.
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