The Hurricane Heist

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Dad, faster!

I'm pushing 80, son.

If we get caught, it's all your fault.

- Was not.

- Was so.

You just had to screw around

with that stupid kite.

- I'm glad it broke.

- Do you want me to punch you in the mouth?

Boys, knock it off.

Do something constructive.

Why don't you practice

your football plays?

Ouch. He hit me.

- Breeze.

- Yes, sir.

Here's a good one.

Red Dog, Omaha, 22.

I know that one.

It's the hook and ladder play.

We flank each other...

Watch out!

- You boys okay? You all right?

- Yes, sir.

We're high centered.

I gotta get you inside.

Come on, boys. Come on. Let's go.

It's coming!

Get up, Willie. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Hello? Hello?

Come on.

I'm sure it's all right.

You boys stay in here.

I gotta get that truck back

on the road. You understand?

Let us help.

No, you're safer in here.

- Breeze, you're in charge.

- Yes, sir.

You got that, Willie?

This is all your fault.

He's... He's gonna be okay.

You know nothing can hurt Dad.

It's still all your fault.

- What's happening? Breeze!

- I don't know.

Boys!

Boys!

- Daddy!

- No!

- What's happening?

- Help!

Somebody, please help!

Looks like our projected

course for Tammy's on the money.

Upgrade it from a tropical storm

to a Category 1 hurricane.

Hurricane force wind's diameter

is up to 500 miles.

Looks like it's gonna hit

Alabama and Florida.

Get me the latest surface readings.

They're warm. Way too warm.

The gulf's at 91 degrees 200 miles out.

The NHC has 98 on the coastal buoys.

Plus the Azores-Bermuda

high-pressure system

is exceptionally weak.

Impressive, Miss Skooler.

Uh, Da Molino, get me Will Rutledge.

And, Miss Skooler,

I want you to run some numbers

on the spiral bands

- and get back to me ASAP.

- I'll have them in five.

Yeah, I need Will Rutledge.

Yes, it's important.

- Is this Dr. Rutledge?

- You got him.

Director Frobisher

would like to speak with you.

Sure enough. Put him on.

- I got Will.

- Hey, Will.

Hey, buddy.

Niles, my central pressure's

dropping like a stone.

What you got?

Satellite's got it at 999 millibars now.

So far your Dominator's in sync,

so, I need those drones airborne quick.

I'm on it. Trust me, I'm doing it.

I don't wanna stay out here

any longer than I have to.

25 years ago,

Hurricane Andrew laid waste to this town,

and now Tammy's here to do it

all over again.

- But this time no one's going to die.

- Yes, sir.

- That's why I've called a mandatory evac.

- We got this, chief.

Okay, now once every last car

makes it out of town,

the assigned officers are to make sure

them roadblocks are set up.

I don't want any looters

slipping back into town. Not on my watch.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay, now head out.

Excuse me there, Sheriff Dixon.

This here storm don't look like

it's gonna amount to much.

We gotta evacuate?

Now, Clayton, best to evacuate first

and then double-guess yourself later.

Now, be a good citizen and get a move on.

- Come on.

- Yes, sir.

"Braveness is the resistance to concern,

mastery of panic,

not absence of anxiety."

Mark Twain.

Spare me your poetry today, Connor.

I can't help it. It's in my Irish soul.

Your Irish soul left Ireland

two generations ago.

No. My parents brought me

over here when I was five.

I didn't know that.

There's a lot of things

that you don't know about me.

Still got two passports.

Gonna retire back there

when all this is over.

And here I've been stuck

on milk runs with you for a year

and I thought I knew

all there was to know.

What is the hurry?

We do have to bank this load

before the storm hits, so there's that.

- Here, move over.

- What?

Slide over.

This is Corbyn. Buckle up.

You know those bumps in the road

you hear about? Here they come.

You know, I think

you're a little psychotic.

I think you're a little bit right.

You're gonna ruin somebody's tobacco crop.

A little less cancer in the world.

Ask your brother if he's reading it.

You reading this, Clem?

Hold on, bro. It's shunting.

Keep trying, man.

All right, hold on.

All right, that should do it, bro.

Yeah, uplinked. Full strength. Good job.

Close her up.

Money is honey.

They're underestimating you.

- Morning, ma'am, sir.

- Morning.

Where are the two other trucks?

They couldn't keep up.

- I got a feeling not many can.

- Clear.

Welcome back, you two. Open it up.

Niles, you still there?

I got them launched. You get the readings?

Yeah. They're in sync.

Stick around. It's only gonna be a Cat 2.

Get some new measurements.

You're sitting in a tank,

for Christ's sakes.

No, thanks. You're underestimating her.

- I can smell it.

- Yeah.

While you're smelling it, we're reading it

from carefully calibrated

scientific instruments.

The cumulus is spiraling

inward at a crazy rate.

Millibar's 985.

You ever seen a millibar dive that quick?

Not consistent with our projections.

Damn your projections.

I'm telling you, this one's

gonna be off the scale,

trust me.

Dinner at the Crab Shack

if it gets higher than a 2.

Niles, stop thinking about your stomach

and your government expense

account that's gonna pay for it.

You should get the National

Guard down here

- before it's too late.

- I respect you, Will.

You're a first-rate meteorologist.

But I can'tjust traipse

into the president's office

and offer up your gut, now, can I?

Well, you'll wish you had.

I've never met anyone so afraid

of the very thing they were fascinated by.

I got a few contradictions, but so do you,

like eating candy bars on a strict diet.

Yeah, now you mention it...

Wrap it up and come home, Will.

Yeah, I am home, buddy.

I am home.

Even after 11 years of this,

I never get used to that sight.

I hate old money. It's greasy. It smells.

It's been up a thousand noses

and buried in too many G-strings.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Best part of this lame-ass job

is watching it turn into confetti.

- Sergeant Deering?

- Yes, ma'am.

What's with the backup?

Why haven't these been shredded?

Shredder's been down since you left.

- All right, let's get 'em in.

- Copy that.

All right.

It's working absolutely

perfect one second, next second: stops.

I got all my guys looking at it

and no one around here can figure out why,

so you got here not a minute

too soon, Miss...

Van Dietrich?

You can call me Sasha, Agent Moreno,

'cause you're the one paying the bills.

Sasha it is.

So how long's it gonna take

to get this thing back online?

We'll run some diagnostics

and get to the root of it.

We'll have you shredding

your hearts out by lunch.

That'd be great.

Hundreds of millions in a hurricane

are not exactly the best

cocktail on the menu.

And you know a thing or two

about cocktails, right, Randy?

Excuse me.

I'm not up for your jokes

right now, Corbyn.

Maybe the less you say to me the better.

All right, I'm in and out.

Let's just keep it professional, right?

- Thanks.

- Right this way.

Morris, Agent Corbyn reporting in.

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