01x10 - ...And the Cost of Forgiveness

[bunniefuu]

I'm Tom Swift,
inventor, billionaire,

shoe collector extraordinaire.

But none of that was
good enough for my dad.

I thought if I built him
a spaceship to Saturn,

I could earn his love,

but his mission ended
tragically.

Or so I thought.

Turns out it was sabotage.

My father survived the attack
and sent me a message capsule

with the data I need
to rescue him from space.

Ut it exploded when it enteredB
the atmosphere.

Now I have to find
the pieces of that capsule

nd reassemble my dad's message. a

A global conspiracy called
The Road Back

is standing in my way,

so I can only trust my squad:

My best friend Zenzi,
my bodyguard Isaac,

my adopted brother Lino,

and my A.I. Barclay.

Together, we're going
to find my father

and bring him home.

We gotta go.
He'll be back any minute.

Yeah, I know how stealing
works, thank you.

I just didn't think
that breaking and entering

would be required
to find this capsule piece.

I thought we were just
going to Tribeca.

ZENZI:
I know, I looked.

Susannah moved it.

It's, uh, it's the only piece
that we could lock onto.

Now we have to liberate it
from this hoarder's paradise.

Yeah, well, Tom's gonna
be pissed we did this.

The way he talked about
his dad...

I believe him, but that wasn't
the Barton that I knew.

Yeah. Me neither.

And Tom's as fine
as anyone would be

if they found out
that their dad tried to

lobotomize the fabulous
out of them at 13.

I'm sure he's processing
his emotions

through some man's pants
right now.

Healing takes many paths.

Yeah, I'd rather have him
mad at us

than to miss the window
to send the rescue drone

to help Uncle Barton.
It's only...

- Eight hours to apogee.
- Yeah.

I think...

Ah. I found it.

Damn it, it's stuck on
this Jet Beauty of the Week.

Is that Keys hi a Cole?

Eskol is fine, by the way.

At a safe house.

The less you know
the better, though.

Thanks.

Just can't believe
I fell for another

tainted, shiny object.

It's like Marcus:
m*rder edition.

You deserve a man
who's as shiny on the inside

as he is
on the outside.

A partner.

Let's get out of here.

I think Keys hi a gave me
a paper cut.

[♪]

TOM:
I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad b*tch.

(grunts)

I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad b*tch,

and I am not in my feelings.

Be a man.

(exhales) Tom Swift.

A man doesn't prance around
half-naked and wear pants

that are vacuum-sealed
to his a*s.

Maybe if you didn't borrow
Barack's leftover suits, you...

Mmm. Okay, okay.

I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad b*tch,

and I'm not in my feelings.

I'm Tom Swift.
I'm a bad b*tch.

And I'm not in my feelings.
(exhales)

I'm Tom Swift, baby.

I'm a bad b*tch.

And I'm not in my feelings.

BARCLAY: How about a nice,
soothing car model?

Big rims always make you smile.

Must you always
choose pink?

Yo, it's a car.

What is straighter than a...

♪ So I know I'm straight,
heavyweight ♪

♪ I'll go all in,
'cause hesitate... ♪

You know what?

Ah.

Baby, I'm Tom Swift.

I'm a bad b*tch,

and I am...

You're what?

BARCLAY:
Good morning, Mrs. Swift.

Going into "stay out

of grown folks' business" mode.

I am Tom Swift, and...

I'm not gonna skip leg day.

Okay, where are we with
the drone to rescue your father?

Has there been any progress?

You told me we need
to be ready by apogee.

That's in less than six hours.

Tom.

Talk to me.

No.

ZENZI: Um, I'm
sorry to interrupt.

I got the second to last
capsule piece, Aunt Lorraine.

There's just
one piece more.

We'll be ready.

(sighs)

So Isaac and I got
the capsule piece we could get,

but The Road Back has
the last one.

We need your help.

The Swift Black Engineering
Futures conference

is one of our biggest
events of the year,

so we'll make an appearance,

and then we'll get
the last piece from Susannah

and launch the rescue drone.

You want to pick a car
and a shoe, maybe?

That sounds like
a Barton problem.

Maybe he has
some gummies for that,

or an everlasting g*y stop per.

(sighs)

Please make sure all the
engineers have been checked in

and have been fitted
for Swiftsight. Yes.

Okay, this is gonna be
fantastic.

(laughs) Yes.
Yes.

Oh, no, no, no,
I've got this.

It's important that a CEO
get her hands dirty.

Or my hands dirty
in this case.

So, Tom is going to use these

to solve the Riemann Hypothesis?

That prime number theorem
has remained unsolved

for 160 years.

The upgraded Swiftsights
don't just transfer

information between brains.

They also allow us
to merge our minds.

Look, these will surpass the
boundaries of spoken language

and human capacity
to attack a problem.

And that is why we're
debuting it here. Hmm.

I am so proud.

Mutual math isn't exactly
my idea of a good time.

It's more like a massive
multi-player game.

Or as Tom described it,
a circuit party for fractions.

It's revolutionary.
And genius.

(clears throat)
Okay, I'm gonna go.

Okay.

Good help is so
hard to find.

So, tell me about
the dinner party

Tom had at the Manor.

You mentioned
Susannah Robb attended.

As CEO, it's imperative
that I be kept abreast of

any meeting with an investor.

Did I mention that?

You know, Tom must have
forgotten to text you.

I guess I've just
been fuzzy lately.

You need to get some good rest.

Maybe a stronger formulation
of lip gel is in order.

BARCLAY:
You exercised, shopped,

and unfollowed your dad
on Instagram,

and your mood remains
at a four.

Should I sing "Hot in Herre"
in the British accent again?

City Girls?

♪ Act up, so you can... ♪

Barclay!

What would make you
feel better, Tom?

How about a nice self-esteem
boosting back-breaking session?

I need to call Justin.

Excellent.
I'll ready the lubes.

Nah, I need to apologize.

(ringing)

Thomas?

I'm sorry.

You helped me, and...

I shouldn't have
gone off on you.

You're apologizing?

Are you in danger,
and this is your clue?

No. I just...
want to do it different.

Like, I don't want
to use people

and make them feel like
they're not good enough.

I know I treated you like that,
and I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But honestly,
this isn't really necessary.

I figured you were sorry
when you texted me

to give Susannah the Swiftsight.

I-I texted what?

Uh, Barclay, pull up the texts
between Justin and I

from the past 24 hours.
Share screen.

I'm right on top of that.
Blurring all orifices.

It's gone. I...

I swear it was there, Tom.
It came from you.

No, it... it didn't.

It came from her.

JUSTIN:
No.

Susannah must have faked
the push notifications

to make it look like
a text from me.

Yeah, but all the Swiftsights
are at the conference.

What does she want?

I do hope your answer is yes.

Otherwise there will be
consequences.

I think it's how
they send their message:

Don't fly too close
to the sun.

She wants me to have
consequences.

I have to go to the conference.

Justin, thank you.

Be careful.
(call beeps off)

Time to be a bad b*tch.

(upbeat music playing)
(loud, indistinct chatter)

WILSON:
Ladies and gentlemen,

introducing the Swift
Enterprises infrasonic cannon.

All right, everyone,
so as you can see here

we have a pretty
low setting.

You all look so
nervous right now.

What is about
to happen? Right?

All right,
so here we go.

- (device powering up)
- Ready? Here we go.

(grunts)

Ehh, completely harmless.
Completely harmless. He's fine.

You're good? How do you feel?
Great.

WILSON: Yeah? Very good,
very good. Yeah. Thank you.

All right, who's next?
Sir, how about you?

Come on up.

QUINN: Have you ever left a
dinner feeling completely unsatisfied?

Well, the Swift Flavor Saver

enhances seasoning profiles,

so you'll never have to leave
Brett's house

feeling bland again.
(laughter)

Tom. Oh, my God.

I was so sad about your dad.

He was such a good dad.

Oh, well. Thank you.
You're lucky.

Can we get a picture?

Sure.

Okay. Oh, my God,
thank you so much.

Thank you so much.
Oh, my God.

Relax.

I'm not gonna set
anything on fire.

Angela Bassett already did that
better than me.

(sighs)

Susannah stole a Swiftsight
from the house last night.

She faked a push notification
to Justin's phone,

and I think her "Operation
Moseley" may be in action.

Damn it, Justin.
Don't you remember Vegas?

You told me you can

- never trust a twink.
- Never trust a twink.

Look, Susannah gave me
a choice:

Join her,
or face consequences.

I think she's found some way
to hurt the people here.

Maybe with Swiftsight,
maybe with something else.

But I'm her Black Icarus,

and today she wants
to melt my lace.

There-there have to be moles
in the group.

Get security.

Round everyone up
for questioning.

You'd like us to accuse
200 Black engineers of sabotage

and then offer them
a box lunch?

TOM: Okay, uh,
maybe we can find

a more subtle way
to deal with this?

Look.

We can figure it out.
We can stall.

Keep your comms on.

As long as nobody
puts on Swiftsight, we're good.

Hey.

You want to help me
try it out?

No.

Come on, I just...

I just want
to see my mom.

We went to the Bronx Zoo
before Christmas in 2010.

Okay.

But be quick.

Don't rush my memory.

(rap music playing)

Don't let anyone use these.

Hi. I'm sorry. Thank you.

No one's tried theirs. You?

TOM (over comm): I grabbed
all the ones in the east wing.

Isaac?
All good here, too.

TOM: All right, the rest of
them are locked up in the office.

- I think we're gonna be okay.
- - GIRL: Can we get a photo?

Yeah, come on.

Of course you can get a pic.
Yeah.

[♪]

Thank you.
(Lino screaming)

LINO: No!
Don't burn me!

No!
What's going on? Lino.

(Lino panting)
I don't know what's happening.

Don't burn me!

ZENZI: Lino!
Oh, my God.

Hey. Hey, hey.

ZENZI: Lino. Okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I saw my mom.

She kept shouting
that I was the light

and I needed
to be purified.

I just wanted to see
a good memory,

but it kept showing me
the same messed-up thing

over and over and over!

(sobbing)

It showed him his worst memories
on a loop?

How could she do that?

(sobs, grunts)

This is why Susannah wanted
the Swiftsight.

The brain stores trauma.
It can be found

even if we don't know
where it is.

Clearly it simulated a TBI,
and it made him perseverate.

I saw that in Afghanistan.

He got that image in his head
and couldn't get it out.

Susannah must have wanted
to give us all PTSD.

Barclay, run an EMDR sequence.

BARCLAY:
Engaging Eye Movement

and Desensitization
Reprocessing protocol.

Watch this carefully

and tell me what you see.

(exhales, sniffles)

My mom, Violet,

she brought me
next to the fire, uh,

held me down
when I tried to get away

and tried to put my hand
in the fire.

EMDR sequences help people
desensitize traumatic memories.

I ran an accelerated
version on Lino.

The memories are
still troubling,

but perseveration has stopped.
Okay?

(device beeping)

Found it.

Susannah thought she was slick

by hiding it
in the liquid memory.

But it's just basic.

Basic like her bangs,

and basic like that
fancy moped.

Barclay, send this
across the air

to every Swiftsight in
existence.

And your dad's capsule piece?

(phone rings)

SUSANNAH:
Tommy!

I see Lino unwrapped
his gift early.

How's his head?

You think you're smarter
than me. That's cute.

Intelligence really isn't
about capacity, is it?

It's about execution.

Now you see what will
become of the world

if you do not join me.

Join us, 'cause it will take
brilliance like ours

to stop the world's
reckless quest for discovery.

Susannah, I've already heard
your desperate,

desperate sales pitch,
and I'm gonna use

a technical term for you.

Hell... no.

I found your little elementary,
uninspired excuse

for a hack of Swiftsight. Girl!

You will never hurt us again.

Shucks.

Guess you got me, Tom.

(people screaming)

(alarmed cries)
(pained shouting)

(Zenzi cries out)

I thought all the
Swiftsights were off.

They were. Something else
is affecting people.

It's not just Swiftsight.

Susannah's got to
something else here.

It could be a chemical agent.
Something airborne.

Maybe it's in the T-shirts.

Look, I'll tend to the people
on the floor,

y'all find the exits.

Those infrasonic cannons
they demonstrated,

they gave us all
Havana Syndrome,

like those people at
the embassies in Cuba.

Okay. My heart is
racing. I can't breathe.

But the cannons we used
on the Chocolate Cowboys

didn't make me sick.

(person retching)

Wait, Tom. What if someone
poisoned the food?

Okay. Barclay, cross-reference
poison symptoms.

Arrhythmia, nausea, vomiting.

Grab one of those cones.

Look for anything
that's not popcorn.

BARCLAY: Poisons causing
arrhythmia, vomiting and nausea

are almost too many to mention.

Tom, what is this?

Cherry pits. The flavor savers.

She must have had them swapped.

Cyanide.

Cherry pits can be
ground up to make cyanide.

We need to find an antidote.

BARCLAY:
Standard antidote would be

activated charcoal
and chelation.

Do we have that?

No, but, um, we do have

cobalt.

Dicobalt reverses cyanide.

Go get Mom's blue earrings

and take the battery from
the phone that Dad gave her,

with the extended
battery life. Go!

We're making progress, okay?
You're gonna be okay.

Isaac, Zenzi, how we looking?

Not great.

Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay.

I can't get a hold of 911.

Barclay doesn't
pick locks, does he?

Stand back. Stand back.

(woman cries out)

Mom!

Tom said to give me
your cobalt earrings

and the phone battery
Dad gave you.

(gasps, cries out)

If he won't listen to Susannah,

maybe he'll listen
to his mother.

Hey! Let her go!

Get off!

Stay where you are.

Oh, my God,
Claire.

That gel you used on him...

...it's the same thing
you've been giving me.

Isn't it?
Lorraine...

All they did was
touch the door.

Hello?

BOTH:
So did we.

(panicked shouting)

TOM:
Break that battery for me.

We can use the pure cobalt
in Mom's earrings

to counteract the cyanide...

...then mix the acid
from the battery

with the acid from the soda

to create a chelating agent

that will remove the toxins
from the body.

It's highly concentrated.

A few drops of this
should cleanse the poison

right out of their systems.

Tom, we need you.

Oh, okay, okay, um...

Look, two parts cobalt,
one part cola.

Dilute it with water,

and give it to everyone
who had the popcorn.

Okay?
I got you.

TOM:
Okay.

Hey, hey, hey.

The appetizers,
they had cyanide in them.

Did you guys have
anything to eat?

There wasn't exactly
time for snacks.

ISAAC:
Tom, the door.

Um, um...

Um, Barclay, enter scan mode.

Barclay, what is this?

BARCLAY:
I-I don't know.

Unable to identify
the concentrate.

Ah!

TOM: Susannah is attacking
every person at this conference.

How do I save them all?

(indistinct, pained chatter)

Hey! Hey, everybody,
listen to me.

Let me get
everybody's attention.

Today, we were attacked
by an organization

who is trying to destroy...
No, this is your fault!

You wanted to try
your new tech out on us,

and you didn't care
if it hurt.

(all agreeing)

Swift Enterprises...

I would never use
something dangerous

to hurt my own people.

My family's here.
They were attacked as well.

All right? Look,
why would I hurt us? Us!?

I am one of you.

Okay? Look,

the real way
our adversaries k*ll us

is to make us turn
against each other

and-and destroy
the seeds of trust

that have always been
our foundation.

(murmurs of agreement)
(applause)

The only way we can survive

is to rely on each other.
ALL: Yeah!

Together, we can invent
the power

that freedom requires.

Look, I know
I can't solve this alone.

All right? But if we use
our Swiftsights,

we can take our
collective power,

and we can help save our friends
and our family. Come on, y'all.

Let's go! Let's go!

Join me if you specialize
in organic chem.

We'll break down the compound.

Civil engineers,
let's get these doors open.

ENGINEER:
Biomedical, squad up.

(Swiftsights chiming)

[♪]

Tom, we got it.

The compound on the doors
is VX gas.

We need atropine.
Okay.

Who has stomach meds?

Intestinal medication
has atropine.

That and nanocream should get
the toxins out of the system.

Yes. Lay it down, lay it down.

Isaac, here. Take this.

I got you. I got you.

All right. All right?

Good.

Hey, help him up.

Zenzi.
Mm.

Got you. (Exhales)

I'm never opening the door
for a man again.

(laughs)
Zenzi. Zenzi.

She's quipping. She's fine.
You're fine? Okay. Mm-hmm.

Civil engineers,
how do we get out?

There's a covalent bond serum
holding the doors closed.

We'll need extreme heat
in order to destabilize it.

How about a throwback?

Barclay, on my mark,

vibrate at 50 terahertz.

Three, two, one!

(grunts)

(door glass shattering)
(indistinct chatter)

I'm so proud of you.

Mm. (Laughs)

I'm so proud of you.

But listen,
we have an issue.

I think Claire has been...

Claire's been what?

She's a problem.

But we'll deal
with her tomorrow.

We have two hours
before apogee.

Can you still
launch the drone?

Why should I save a man
who tried to destroy me?

He never told you about
his little gummy bears?

I prayed you'd never find out.

How could you ask me
to do anything for that man

when you know what
he tried to do to me?

Because...

Because he realized
he was wrong.

And when I found out,
I told him

if he ever tried anything like
that on my baby again,

he would never see you,
me or Lino again.

Look, trying to change you,

it was the biggest regret
of his life.

Oh, then why didn't he stop?

That man was trying to change me

until the day he got
on that damn ship.

Look, the man had
his limitations.

And his time on Earth,
it was, it was cut short

before he was able
to evolve his thinking.

But he was evolving.

Do you think he would have
left you all of this

if he didn't love you...

believe in you?

There is a world of people

telling me how my father
felt about me,

but ignoring how he
actually treated me.

Parental love should not
be conditional.

No, no, no, no, no.
I shouldn't have to prove

that I'm worthy,
or-or forgive his shortcomings.

It's not enough.

He doesn't deserve it.

Then be like your mother
and show some mercy.

Grace is being given
things you don't deserve,

and mercy is being spared
the things you do.

You're not perfect either, Tom.

You may need grace
someday, too.

I love you both
unconditionally.

And I am begging for
mercy and grace

for Barton.

He is my husband,
he is your father,

and he is only human.

So please save him
before it's too late.

BARCLAY:
I triangulated the origin point

of Susannah's video call.

She should be headed this way.

TOM: Are you sure she's in a
200-yard radius? I don't see her.

Try locking onto
the capsule piece.

She's approaching
the T-intersection now.

Wait for it.

Boom! Kobe!

♪ I'm ridin' through the city
in the drop now ♪

And she's got the capsule piece
in her backpack.

♪ Got the AC up
'cause I'm hot now ♪

♪ Take off, take off ♪

♪ Are you ready
for the countdown? ♪

♪ Moja, bimi ♪

♪ Tattoo, twin delay ♪

Girl, you lost!
Give me the capsule piece.

♪ Go ♪

♪ Uh, yeah, uh-huh ♪

♪ Take off ♪

♪ Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah ♪

♪ Take off ♪

♪ Are you ready
for the bounce now? ♪

♪ Are you ready
for the countdown? ♪

♪ Uh, take off ♪

Why take me on
a high-speed chase

through Hudson Valley?

She's leading me somewhere.

Barclay,
run possible endpoints.

There are several warehouses,
a shipping station,

Brandon's house, ew.
And... uh-oh.

Approaching Swift Enterprises
server farm.

She can't hack that.
Baby, we got

the best security
in the world.

♪ Take off ♪

♪ Uh-huh, yeah ♪

♪ Take off, take off ♪

♪ Whoo-oo, ow! ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ I'm-a take off. ♪

Last chance. Join us.

Or I'll use
everything in my power

to destroy your company
and anyone else

who attempts
unmitigated progress.

Joining you wouldn't help me.

Money doesn't matter, Tom.

The Road Back's
offering you power.

Power. We are everywhere.

In every city, every country,

every part of government.

Join us, and you and I will
control the world's fate.

You just said that in front
of my five million followers.

Say hey, Susie.

Oh, and good luck on the whole
global conspiracy thing

you spoke of, because after...

Ooh, she mad.
You son of a b*tch.

You think you don't have
to face consequences?

Why are we here, Tom?

What is this building?

You think I don't know?
It's Barclay.

You know, you think
you're really smart,

but you're just a rich kid
with a talking laptop.

Shame about those
backups, though.

TOM:
Deleting Barclay's backups,

it freed up significant
additional memory.

Barclay, when was your
last backup?

BARCLAY: All backup files
were deleted before dinner last...

(chuckles)

That's it?
Girl, that expl*si*n was

as flat as your bangs.

See you soon, Tom.

(expl*si*n)

(electricity crackling)

Barclay!

(Tom coughing)

Barclay, status update.

BARCLAY (distorted):
Tom, piece damaged.

Circuitry destroyed.

(gasping, coughing)

Ah!

Okay, okay, okay.

(watch scanner humming)

BARCLAY:
Data failing.

You'll need to transfer
ten terabytes

of the capsule data
to your watch cloud

or your dad's coordinates
will be lost.

Begin transfer now?
Pause. Uh...

I-If I do that,
it'll delete your temp file

from the watch cloud, Barclay.

Okay.

There's not enough room
for the both of you.

You're going to have
to choose one of us.

BARCLAY: Tom, the corrupted
data has been restored.

BARTON:
...and Tom, one more thing.

Forgive me.

I thought I had to force you
to be my vision of a man.

But as I stand here
in this ship you built me,

begging you to rescue me...

I was a damn fool.

You...

exactly as you are,

are the only person
who can save me.

BARCLAY: You need to
capture the capsule data now,

before the circuitry melts.

He doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve it,

he doesn't deserve it,
he doesn't...

(exhales sharply)

Mom was right.

(voice breaking):
I'm sorry, Barclay.

Transfer capsule data.
Delete temp file.

BARCLAY: Replacing
myself with the data upload.

It's okay, Tom.

You're gonna be ok...

[♪]

(sighs)

(sniffles)

[♪]

Won't start without Barclay.

I'll come back for you later,
Dani.

You know my dad stored
his Cobra here

and never let me drive it?

We can work on
those daddy issues

at literally any other time.

This jet pack will bring
his escape pod home.

Ready when you are, Tom.

TOM:
Ah, Dunk Supremes.

'Cause if you're gonna
show mercy,

you might as well
look good doing it.

Damn, I'm talking to myself,
not Barclay.

Ah, this is gonna take
some getting used to.

What about Susannah?
She's exposed.

Won't be hearing from her
for a long time...

if ever.

Come on, come on, come on.

(engine starts)
Ah! (Chuckles)

All right,
speeding to you now.

(tires screech)

[♪]

(engine shuts off, door opens)

Glad you could join us.

He's at a moon of Saturn.
Dione.

Isaac, plug in
the following coordinates.

Shouldn't Barclay do that?

Barclay is...

no longer with us.

Initiating launch sequence.

(whirring)

Barclay's gone?

His backups
were deleted.

I might have some backups
on my cloud.

From side-h* mode?
(both chuckle)

He wouldn't be
all there, but...

it's possible.

Yeah.

(beeping)

Hey. Hey, I think
it's your dad.

BARTON: Tom...
ISAAC: He's still alive!

Now that his drone is in space,
we can use

his communication servers;
I can talk to him.

I'm going back
to the observatory.

We have dedicated
satellite comms.

Yeah, go.
Go, go, go, go, go.

(exhales sharply)

(engine revs)

Another light day
at Swift Enterprises.

You did amazing today.
(laughs) Just today?

(phone chimes)

Oh, my God.
What?

"A car belonging to
Congressman Nathan Eskol

"was found in the Hudson River.

"Bloodstains everywhere.

No body has been found."

LORRAINE:
You were drugging me

into betraying my family.

You were blinded by grief.

In a way,
I was protecting you.

I kept this company afloat
while you spiraled.

I deserve some respect for that.

You deserve nothing.

You're fired, Claire.

Uh...

I don't think
you'll be firing me.

You really like to talk
when you've got that gel on.

So many secrets.

Each of those cards contains
a recorded confession from you.

What you did to win
that second custody battle

with Violet over Lino?

You wouldn't.

I would tell the world.

And I will,
if you make me.

Now, let's talk about
your succession plan.

(breathing unevenly)

(link connects, powers up)

Dad?

I-I found the capsule
and I reassembled it.

I-I sent a rescue drone,
and it should be there soon.

Thank you.

Thank you, son.

I'm so sorry that
I ever doubted you.

The way I treated you, I...

You have changed.

(sniffles)

(hoarsely):
I forgive you.

I am so proud of...

The connection is gone.

You won't be able to
contact him again.

I severed the link.

You did what? Why?!

Because your father
told me to.

That's why I planted
a jamming device.

You did what?

I know this is
hard to hear,

but you have to
believe me, Tom.

After Barton gets in
the rescue drone,

he's going to encounter
a wormhole.

Oh, a worm... Okay, we can
bring him back to Earth

and we can warn him...
You're wrong. You're wrong.

His ship is already failing.

He'll later realize that
if he hadn't gone

through that wormhole,

he would certainly have died.

The wormhole will bring
him back to Earth, Tom,

but not until the year 2096.

I had to sever the link,

otherwise you'd have
stopped him

from going through it,
and he would be gone forever.

You just saved
your father's life.

Congratulations.

You said...

he told you to do it.

How do you know my dad?

I met him when
he crash-landed on Earth

in 2096.

I'm from the future, Tom.

He sent me back to save him,
and to save you.


(dings)