01x09 - Ezekiel Rage

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During ozone-pattern studies...

...a scientist isolated a unique
molecule containing highly
charged ions...

...which had been released
into the atmosphere...

...during the recent mount
pentium eruption in
the philippines.

The so-called pentium molecule
is a natural phenomenon...

...imitating the effect
of chlorofluorocarbons...

...which exponentially decrease
the ozone layer over south
pacific.

The pentium molecule
cannot be replicated.

However, this engineered
molecule, the b765...

...matches the pentium molecule
in every aspect.

If released into
the atmosphere...

...the b765 molecule would
accelerate the ozone
depletion...

...to irreparable proportions.

Define irreparable, brother
james.

The entire ozone layer would
vanish in a matter of days,
honored rage.

The heavens shall open
unto the holy fire...

...burning the guilty
in their own wickedness.

So it is written in
the book of rage.

-There's only one catch.
-Catch?

What catch?

What catch?

This molecule can only
be duplicated in zero gravity.

Zero gravity.

Three, two, one, ignition.

Losing first-stage boosters now.

-Roger.
-Calling houston,
you're go for staging.

Okay, and that flight has almost
four bases.
Get ready for acceleration,
okay?

First stage is looking good.

I can't believe pop finally
talked himself onto a shuttle
trip.

Hey, somebody has to see how
a muon scattering is affected
by zero gravity.

Man, I don't see why hadji
gets to go and not me.

Well, kiddo, if you spent more
time with your physics books...

...maybe they'd make a space
suit with your name on it.

How are you feeling, reed?

And vengeance will rain down
from on high.

So it is written in
the book of rage.

Approaching the stratosphere
in three, two, one.

I'd like to see the look
on hadji's face right now.

Losing main booster in eight...

...seven, six, five, four...

...three, two, one.

-Yeah.
-Yes!

Well, hadji, that was some ride.
What'd you think?

It was like riding
the wings of garuda.
I was not even aware
we'd lifted off.

Reed, you run alpha check
on the halogenators in back.

Calibrate the satcom
and link the data to mission
control.

The guilty shall contemplate
their doom...

...in the terror of darkness.

What the heck?

-Hey, what's the deal?
-Maybe nasa didn't pay their
electric bill.

No, happens all the time.

Last time I flew that
contraption,
we were blacked out...

...longer than it takes
a two-legged dog to go fetch.

Grids 15 through 28 are down.

The communication-transfer
apertures.

You really did
your homework, doc.

There's a lot to remember
about this baby.

I have the fortune
and misfortune
of an excellent memory.

-Then perhaps you
will remember me.
-Ezekiel rage.

In the flesh.
Move away from the controls.

Thus, the ends begins.

Authorized
personnel only

-Check nasa systems.
-What happens if it's more than
a blackout?

-They could be stranded in
space.
-Don't worry, kid.

They always have a second
shuttle standing ready in case
of emergencies.

Halt.

Incoming!

You and jonny lay low
and don't move, understand?

Fire!

Stay down, soldier.

Pull this thing over.

-What happened?
-Hey, over there!

It's on fire!

Sit down and do not move.
The final peace be upon you all.

Sister carla, the doors, please.
Brother fredrick, the sat scans.

Nothing can stop the coming doom
of ezekiel rage.

What? What did you say? Ezekiel
rage?
That guy's like a burr
in a boot.

He just won't stay gone.

What's this jawing about rage?

What are you talking about?
What's this nonsense?
Spill it!

-Bannon, get in here.
-Commander bennett.

-Don't tell me I just
won the lottery.
-Please, bannon.

It's a matter of national
security.

-I've seen what you boys call
security.
-It's important.
I've got to brief you.

Look, bennett,
I'm out of the agency...

...so if you boys spilled
the grease out of the fish fry,
I am not cleaning it up.

-Ezekiel rage hijacked
the shuttle.
-What?

Just point me at him.

And he shall speak
from on high...

...bringing the word of
extermination to the damnable.

May the death of the world
be on each and every one of you.

-Ezekiel rage?
-It can't be, unless...

He's on the shuttle with dad.

Judgment day has come.

The sky shall open
unto the fearsome fire...

...burning the guilty
in their own wickedness.

Rage needs zero gravity
to make the molecule.

At least, that's the story from
our sources.
We've got to stop him.

Our emergency shuttle is ashes
on the tarmac back there.

You've gotta go after rage.

My kid and jonny quest
are in mission control.

Don't worry, mr. Bannon,
they'll be taken care of.

Well, who's the ace that's gonna
talk the russians into giving us
their shuttle?

We're relying on your old pal,
natasha rastova,
to convince them.

Who's gonna convince her?

Oh, no.
Not me.
No, you don't.

Sister carla, secure time frame?

We have roughly nine hours
before the perimeter will be
breached.

Brother james, have you located
the space station yet?

-I have it on-screen.
-A spinning wheel, spun into
oblivion.

-Perfect.
-I'm locking
the coordinates in now.

The prophecies
are coming to pass.

I will launch the end of
the world
from that abandoned station.

-How are we gonna stop them?
-First things first, jess.

If we're going to stop them,
we gotta get out of here.

Departure: cape canaveral,
florida
destination: moscow, russia

Come on, jonny.
We don't have all day.

All day is not needed
when only a moment will suffice.

You've been hanging
around hadji too long.

Moscow, russia

I still feel uncomfortable
not informing bannon...

...that his child and quest's
son are trapped in mission
control with those t*rrorists.

He never would have taken this
mission, sir.
Best let him fight one battle at
a time.

Come.

A mr. Race bannon for you,
doctor.

-What was that for?
-Trieste.

Hey, I was only doing my job.

-What was that for?
-Kabul.

Hey, I was only doing my job.

He saved my life.
Now, leave us.

So after 10 years,
you must want something very
badly to come back to me.

I need the keys to your shuttle.

Check it out.
If anyone's trying to escape,
fix them.

The wheels of space, fatted upon
the destroying rage molecule...

...will spin down
upon the wicked planet...

...purging the infestation
with its deadly cargo...

Self destruct

...leaving only myself
and my disciples as sole
survivors.

No earthly force can stop
the will of rage.

-Brother james, someone's
escaped.
-No time now.

Assist me in the docking
process.

Thanks, jess.
She nearly gave me a nasty crew
cut.

Yeah, from the neck up.

Whoa, check this out.

Looks like we've struck
the computer-network conduit.

Nasanet in all its glory.
If we can hack into the control
system...

-We can open the doors.
-And let in the cavalry.

Now, I simply can't leave you
alone with my shuttle.

Please watch your step
while exiting the craft.

Self
destruct

We'll need a computer
to tap into the system.

Nasa's probably the last place
on earth to find one.

Anything yet, jess?

Pay dirt.

Well, dr. Quest, this syringe
holds the final solution.

The b765 molecule.

The first ingredient
to doomsday.

I'm afraid not.

I believe that's one shuttle you
won't be putting your paws on
for your little plan.

The book of rage
speaks of many ways to die.

This motherboard
is from the stone age.

Tell me about it.

The best we're gonna get is 80
meg. It may not be enough to
hack it.

Only one way to find out.

What the...?

Honored rage.d honored rage,
picking up another shuttle.

-I've got drive failure on e.
-Retry.

We're up to 33,000 variables
for the door-lock release.

Open
sesame

"Open sesame" is the password?

-Who's the genius?
Ali baba?
-Who cares?
Here comes the cavalry.

Honored rage.

Slamming.

Who dares to interrupt me?

So it is written:

The rebel chariot shall bring
about the destruction
of the wicked.

Let the final process begin.
The ultimate solution.

He that is prepared shall
triumph.

Yo, zeke.
Your mama never teach you to
lock the back door?

-I have all I need now,
thanks to you.
-You forgot something, hoss.

The wicked shall perish.

Now we're even.

Doesn't look good.
This station's orbit is rapidly
decaying.

If we don't do something fast...

...we'll be hitting
the stratosphere
in five minutes.

Then I suspect now is
the time to offer you all taxi
service home.

We don't have time, race.
He's as good as dead.

-Two minutes to reentry.
-Firing docking locks.

No!

No!

Hang on.
We're entering the atmosphere
now.

Somehow,
the irony is prophetic...

...that ezekiel rage should find
his end riding to earth
in a burning wheel...

...within a wheel.

Prophetic or not...

...i got a gut feeling that's
not the last we'll
see of ezekiel rage.

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