"Agent Garcia." "Yes sir, you must be Dr. Yates." "Welcome to the worlds biggest environmental disaster, have you been briefed?" "Only that six hours ago the Black Sea ceased to exist." "Follow me." "The central sea bed was hit by a cluster of deep focus earthquakes ranging from 6 to 7.8, the quakes lasted 12 minutes opening several crevices up to 60 miles wide and hundreds of miles deep," "133,000 cubic miles of water disappeared into the earth, thankfully we were able to dam the Bosphorus before it affected the global ocean system, it's hard to believe but this could have been ours." "It could also have struck a populated area." "True enough, still feels like a nightmare, the environmental and economic aftermath are just, it's like nothing we've ever dealt with." ""Begins at the Black Sea," ""the earth opens wide and drinks deep," ""taking back what she has bestowed."" "What exactly are you referring to?" "Its a prophecy made by Rupert Crane." "The famous writer who disappeared?" "Yeah that's him." "Agent Garcia I didn't catch what department you're with." "National Defense." "What does this have to do with National Defense?" "I'm sorry I can't disclose that, Dr. Yates, thank you for your time." "Sir, yes." "Alright we got major seismic activity a half mile underground." "Yes sir, it's exactly what Crane predicted." "General I'm going to have to call you back, we're experiencing a tremor." "Were moving back to base camp until this area stabilizes, let's pack up." "Dr. Yates, the sea bed is cracking." "People let's get out of here, let's go." "Leave it let's go." "Now, move!" "Come on, move people, let's go!" "Garcia get in, let's go!" "Faster." "Faster!" "Damn it!" "The cliff, turn." "Look out." "Oh god." "This is Agent Garcia, lock on to this position and send a chopper ASAP." ":" "In breaking news the disaster at the Black Sea continues to get worse, the enormous cracks that swallowed the sea are growing in size and have spread into populated areas, massive evacuations are now taking place within a 200 mile radius of the sea shore," "funds and resources from around the globe are flowing into the area, the environmental impact and loss of life is unprecedented." ":" "At exactly 10 A.M." "I need you to handle this very delicately, follow my instructions and the book is yours." "Sure thing Mr. Crane, you have my word." "Thank You." "It's a pleasure doing business with you." "Goodbye Mr. Lowell." "Eric, we need to talk..." "get in here." "What's up?" "What do you know about this author Rupert Crane?" "Self-proclaimed prophet disappeared eight or nine years ago." "Ten." "Guy's a modern day Nostradamus, he prophesied 9/11, the Iraq war, a few big disasters, then he vanished after 'Desert Candle' became a best seller and he made his last publisher rich." "Now he wants to publish his next book, guess who he calls." "Sidwell Publishing." "Crazy huh, right out of the blue." "So I want you to go and pick up his completed manuscript." "Where does he live?" "Well he's been living off the grid in the mountains of British Columbia." "Seriously, and you want me to go pick it up?" "Yeah." "Well why doesn't he just email it like any normal person would." "You know, for a guy that can see the future you'd think he'd have some basic understanding of the present." "This guy doesn't do email, he's paranoid, he thinks the government's after him, but believe me this trip's going to be worth the trouble, you're leaving early tomorrow morning, you got to be at some diner by 10:00," "we already purchased your tickets." "I can't I got a fight tomorrow." "Well you'll just have to cancel." "Well why can't you get somebody else" "I'm just a proofreader." "Nope has to be you." "Ah, listen Sam isn't there anyone else who can go?" "Hey who signs your pay cheques?" "This is ridiculous, since when do we do personal pick ups?" "Because this was the deal breaker," "Crane asked for you by name." "I don't know a Rupert Crane." "Yeah well he seems to know you." "What the hell is that?" "I don't know." "Woah, you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, I think it stopped." "That felt like an earthquake." "An earthquake in New York?" "I bet it's in Crane's new manuscript." "Hey, everybody okay?" "Hey guys, gather around" "I want to show you something." "This is a fragment of an aboriginal calendar wheel marking a cataclysmic disaster that happened 26,000 years ago," "It's referenced in almost every ancient culture." "The Mayans link this disaster to an event which we are going through right now, the alignment of our solar system with the galactic equator." "I wish I could say that science and technology have done away with doomsday paranoia surrounding these events, but you know, there's always a few kooks out there." "Yeah." "Sorry guys I'm just going to have to interrupt for a minute." "You're not going to believe this." "What is it?" "I've got Rupert Crane on the line." "You're joking." "This would be a pretty obscure, seriously not funny joke if it was." "Sounds serious, I think you should take it." "Okay." "Mr. Crane." ":" "Miss." "Calvin, the alignment of our solar system with the galactic equator may not be as harmless as you think." "I was just discussing that how... how could you know?" "There's a lot I know about you Miss." "Calvin." "I'm in desperate need of your knowledge, specifically your main area of studies." "Are you writing a book on ancient civilizations?" "I'm referring to the Moai heads, on Easter Island." "We need to meet, immediately." "Mr. Crane, if this is you," "I'm flattered that you tracked me down but um, but I'm on a field-trip right no," "I have classes, it would have to be next week." "It has to be tomorrow, New York will be next." "What do you mean next?" "The Black Sea was just the beginning Miss." "Calvin," "I trust you'll make the right decision and meet with me, we'll be in touch." "Voice recognition analysis confirmed his identity but we only picked up the end of the conversation." "When was the recording made?" "2:30 p.m. in New York at the Sidwell publishing house." "It was short, Crane knew to avoid the usable keywords that would have triggered a full recording." "Figures, it turns out to be one slippery son of a gun." "You think he's resurfacing because of his Black Sea prediction?" "Well its certainly part of it." "We need to handle this very delicately, follow my instructions and the book is yours." "Sure thing Mr. Crane." "You have my word." "Thank You." "It's a pleasure doing business with you." "Goodbye Mr. Lowell." "We got a trace?" "We're still working on it, the call was rerouted and we couldn't get a solid lock." "Get an agent to shadow Lowell." "General, it's agent Garcia, we got a lead on Rupert Crane." "Alright, John, watch your head." "Try to keep him out of trouble." "Gramps you have to stop doing this you're going to end up in jail." "They confiscated my truck, we need to borrow Andy's." "No gramps, you need to stop going over there and trespassing." "It's our sacred place, oh and bring extra food, blankets, and bring the rifle." "The rifle?" "Are we hunting?" "No, I suspect we'll need it for protection." "Protection from who?" "Grandpa you're not making any sense." "We need to follow the vision, Raven." "All will be revealed." "Great, trust the vision." ":..." "Earthquake that hit New York city, reports are coming in..." "Hi, this is 1200 Chester Road, right?" "Yeah, what can I get for you." "Nothing, I'm fine." "People come here to order food." "Uh yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am, just waiting for somebody." "Are you Eric Fox?" "Yeah, how did you know that?" "I was told you'd be stopping by right about now." "I got an envelope for you." "Guy who dropped it off paid me 20 bucks." "You're lucky otherwise I'd make you order lunch." "When did you get this?" "Three days ago." "I didn't even know I was coming three days ago." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Sam it's Eric." "Yeah, Fox is that you?" "Hey Sam can you hear me?" "Where the hell are you and did you get the manuscript?" "Yeah look, I'm at the address," "Crane isn't here, and he left me this handwritten map." "Sam, hold on a second." "I can't hear you." "Woah are you feeling that?" "Woah we got a bit of a tremor happening." "Look I can't hear a word you're saying." "We are evacuating the building we've had another earthquake." "Sam." "Sam can you hear me?" "Let me call you back when I get downstairs." "Sam?" "Sam, are you okay?" "Sam, can you hear me?" "!" "As you all know, we are experiencing major tectonic disturbances," "I can now report we've found a correlation." "This is earths solar system in orbit around the galactic equator, just as our earth has an equator so does our solar system and our galaxy." "Every 26,000 years, the solar system's equator aligns with the galactic equator." "Up until this morning all research pointed to this being completely harmless." "We now know New York and the Black Sea are related to this celestial event." "We're predicting this tectonic activity will increase as we get closer to the galactic equator." "Has this report been released?" "Only internally." "I wish I had more information for you General Slate." "But the entire team is working on it and I promise you'll be briefed as soon as we learn more." "Excuse me." "Crane would've seen this coming." "Instead of using his psychic power for his country, he hides while New York crumbles and thousands die." "Well if we find him do you think he'll cooperate." "He didn't ten years ago, I doubt that he will now." "But if we could get our hands on that unpublished manuscript." "We could prepare for what's coming down the pipe." "Give ourselves a fighting chance." "Excuse me General, Garcia." "What's his name?" "...Mobilize an extraction team and wait for my orders." "We just picked a call from Eric Fox, he's an employee at the Sidwell Publishing House." "He's going to meet Crane." "Where?" "Saltwood, British Columbia." "You've reached Sam Lowell with the joke of the day, how many publishers does it take to change a lightbulb," "3." "One to change it, two to hold down the author." "Leave your name and number." "Sam, it's Eric, come on buddy you got to call me back" "I'm worried about you," "I just want to know what the hell's going on." ":" "We interrupt this broadcast with breaking news." "We have just verified the report of a devastating earthquake striking New York City at 1:00 p.m., EST." "Lower Manhattan is completely under water, and scattered reports describe a quake that has cracked the earth along the eastern seaboard of North America" "Live footage shows building after building crumbling to the ground." "Early figures indicate hundreds of thousands of people are dead, with millions more displaced..." "Are you listening to the news?" "Half of New York is gone." "We're dealing with severe global earthquakes." "This isn't the time to be going into the woods to chat with some hack Nostradamus wannabe." "He's not a hack." "He told me this would happen." "What if Crane's a true prophet." "What if he's a crackpot who likes to mind meld with squirrels." "Listen Brooke, people become hermits for a reason, nine times out of ten it's because they're nuts." "He's not nuts, he said he needed my help, and I believe him." "Okay, okay I get it, just keep in touch" "I want updates." "Alright I'll call you later." "Uh, I think that's called vandalism." "I call it fuel, use it to start our campfire." "Grandpa are you sure about this?" "About what?" "About your vision." "Told you, it must be followed." "Yeah, but is it that important?" "Fulfilling this vision is the single most significant act of my life." "Important for you as well, you're part of the vision." "Come, I'll show you." "Let's move, more walk, less talk." "Mr. Crane?" "It's Eric Fox from the publishing house." "Mr. Crane I need to speak with you." "Something terrible has happened." "Mr. Crane?" "Mr. Crane it's Eric Fox, from Sidwell Publishing." "What the hell?" "Hello?" "What's going on?" "Uh, I have no idea." "Why isn't he moving?" "He's dead." "Oh my god." "Woah, that's insane okay," "I saw you come through the door before you came through." "Okay." "Who are you?" "Look my name's Eric Fox," "I'm from a publishing house in New York okay, and I just came up here to pick up Crane's new book." "Did you kill him?" "No, of course I didn't kill him." "I'm just trying to make sense of this too." "Alright please, relax." "Okay, I want your ID." "Now!" "Oh my god, look, I'm just going for my wallet, see?" "Eric Fox." "Who are you?" "Brooke Calvin." "I'm an archeology professor." "Rupert Crane called me yesterday and he said he needed my help." "Are you sure that's him?" "Yeah, that's him." "Oh my god." "Yeah I think he's had some sort of brain aneurysm or seizure or something." "What's wrong with you?" "You know, I can't even put to words." "Exactly." "I don't know." "Eric and Brooke play the tape now?" "You're Eric." "He knew we were going to meet, Camcorder." "We should call the police." "I think we should play the tape first." "No no, we shouldn't touch anything." "It's not like it's a murder." "No, you tell that to the police." "Look, I'm playing the tape." "That's my calendar wheel and that's me." "You were probably in one of his visions." "I apologize to you both, for finding me in such a shocking state and for the task that lies ahead." "He knew we'd find him dead." "I burden you both with a very important mission, one that I can't complete myself." "Eric there is no new manuscript," "I brought you here to pass on to you an item of utmost importance." "This rod that I am holding, has the key to the future." "And I'm giving it to you, it's your birthright." "My birthright?" "What the hell is he talking about?" "Take, both of you, take the camcorder, and take the rod, and play the rest of the tape when you reach the lake, oh and one more thing, Eric, you need to step on the painted rock." "The painted rock?" "I suggest you hurry, you're in great danger." "Woah, woah, why would we be in danger?" "When a guy who sees the future tells you to run, you ask questions later." "I still think we should call the police." "Did you not hear what Crane said, we don't have much time." "Okay, little reminder here, that guy is dead and when I came in here, you were acting like you were coming off of some kind of a bad acid trip." "Listen to me." "When I touched" "We gotta trust him, alright." "Go." "Freeze." "Mr. Crane?" "Clear, clear..." "All clear." "Target's dead." "They look like government agents." "I think maybe they're after Crane." "Henning, search the Kitchen." "Well we should tell them we found him dead." "I think it's a bad idea." "You can't stop me, okay." "Brooke, I think these guys are going to start shooting at us." "You think?" "Based on what?" "I don't know maybe it was a vision." "So you're telling me you can see the future now?" "It's more like a gut feeling on images I saw." "Saw where?" "Back inside the cabin, for a split second they completely filled my head." "Oops." "Damn it, I think they heard that." "Earthquake, come on, out of here boys." "I think it's over." "Brooke we should get out of here." "Just a tremor, I'm going to keep searching for the manuscript." "Organize a sweep, maybe Crane's visitors are close." "Yes Sir." "What the hell are you doing?" "Get down!" "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Freeze government agents." "The painted rock." "Don't move!" "Hands in the air!" "Get down." "Hold your fire!" "Hold Your Fire!" "Hunt them down, but stay on you're toes." "This whole area could be rigged with more explosives." "Bring them in alive." "We need them interviewed and we need that manuscript." "Go." "Yes Sir." "You okay?" "No I'm not okay, they tried to kill us." "We just got to keep moving, keep as much distance between them and us as possible." "Hey, hey, I don't even know you, okay?" "Crane is dead, and now you're acting like you're kind of prophet in rock star jeans." "Brooke, look at me, okay." "I don't know what's going on right now, okay, but what I do know is when I touch this," "I saw things before they happened, so whatever Crane was working on, it's bigger than the both of us and it can affect this entire world, and for some reason, the two of us are part of it." "We don't know that." "Brooke he said that we need to work together, right?" "As crazy as that sounds, I believe him." "Now, whatever I set off back there it'll only slow them down and we need to keep moving." "Henning do you read?" "Henning come in." "Did you find them?" "Sir looks like we've lost their trail we're going to need air support." "Pull back General Slate is en route." "But sir there's still a chance that they could be." "Pull back Henning." "I need you here, we'll get local law enforcement to do a sweep of the surrounding area." "The general wants a briefing." "Roger that." "Alright pull back." "I knew it, somehow we'd find the lake." "Okay, well now what." "There's a bag under a small log close by, inside you'll find everything you need to camp tonight and make your escape in the morning." "There's not much else that I can do to help you other than try to explain." "Over the years the rod showed me visions of the future, then a month ago I saw cities being destroyed, oceans disappearing." "Tell me he doesn't mean." "He does." "I searched for clues but for the first time the rod started to cause weakness, mental deterioration, blackouts, it has taken its toll." "Use it sparingly Eric." "With each passing day its use becomes more dangerous." "Brooke, you must help me make a connection with the Moai heads." "Your knowledge will help piece this puzzle together." "It appears that tomorrow night, it all comes to an end." "You too have a key to stopping it," "I know you'll succeed." "The rod is both a blessing and a curse." "I...." "I'm sorry Eric." "He's dying." "I don't believe it." "I won't believe it." "There's now way in hell that the world ends tomorrow night." "Well everything he's saying points to be being true." "Well what if his last visions were paranoid delusions?" "No they're not, they're linked somehow." "What are you talking about?" "The rod gives Crane his visions of the future, it's the key to stopping this." "Well why give it to you, some guy from a publishing house." "I don't know, something to do with my birthright or something." "Just like he said." "I wish he was wrong," "I just wish he wasn't predicting every damn step." "Ya well right now, every prediction is saving our asses." "We got tape, flashlight, compass, some camping gear, a map." "A map?" "Where does the map go?" "12 Miles south of here he's got a truck parked." "Oh, it's going to be dark in a couple of hours." "Hence the camping gear." "Well, let's go." "We'll get as far as we can before dark." "Jenkins send out Fox and Brooke Calvins mug shots, ask for checkpoints up to ten miles." "What do we tell them?" "Tell them they murdered Rupert Crane." "Any sign of the manuscript?" "Not yet, Sir." "That's not what I want to hear." "Don't worry sir well find it." "Crane should have been working with us saving lives, it doesn't make sense." "It was in his nature not to trust authority." "He was one of us once, went AWOL, became paranoid, schizophrenic, sad really, but Crane never had a chance." "That's why he died here in this hell hole, trapped like a rat." "For the past two days the world has been torn apart by earthquakes." "Do you know how the scientific community explained that?" "No sir." "They didn't, lots of theories, no answers." "Right now I have more faith in whatever Crane gave to Fox." "Find him for me, Garcia." "Get me, Eric Fox." "This is Garcia, get me Barker." "Henning a word." "Yes sir." "Report." "I got a visual on the rod, Fox has it." "I'm authorizing you to complete your mission with extreme prejudice." "Understood sir." "This is like nothing I've ever seen." "What's generating the noise, it's like its got an electrical current going through it but it's made of carve tennantite." "It's impossible for this to be." "Ugh, come on, battery's dead." "How does it work?" "You just touch it, but I'm warning you it's not very pleasant." "I think it's what killed Crane." "Well that's a pretty grim birthright, some people get trust-funds, and you get a rod that will eventually kill you." "Yeah, I was more concerned about what I do next." "Do I go to the news and predict what city will crumble." "I don't know." "We don't even know what's happening out there." "God I hate feeling so helpless," "I need my computer." "What are you doing?" "Maybe we're not so helpless." "Eric." "Argh!" "The rods true purpose has yet to reveal itself." "Close that damn thing and get out." "Everybody's gotta die sometime." "Ahh, ahh." "Are you okay." "Eric talk to me." "Ahh, I think that computer is a better idea." "Your nose is bleeding." "The images are starting to get a lot clearer." "I saw these stone heads uh, you know, the Easter Island statue faces." "Yeah Moai heads." "Yeah." "I saw something else too Brooke," "The Earth, the surface of the earth started to crack and northern Canada was being torn apart." "Oh my god." "Crane was right." "Well what else, what else did you see?" "You know, I, do you got a paper or a pen or something?" "Yeah, here." "There was a bunch of different images but... it was outside on this flat rock surface, kind of looked like that." "Oh, that looks familiar but it's... it's not European cave drawings, it's North American." "I'm going to make a call." "Here you know what, use Crane's." "The government might be listening to yours." "Hello?" "Dennis it's Brooke." "Brooke did you hear about Italy?" "No, what happened?" "It just sank into the Mediterranean like Atlantis." "Major earthquakes are happening across the globe." "Seriously this is getting biblical." "Okay Dennis, what I'm about to ask you to do is the most important assignment of your life, okay?" "What are you talking about?" "Does this have to do with Crane?" "I'll explain all that later, listen," "I need you to research the photo I'm about to send you, compare it to any North American cave drawings we have on record," "Dennis I cannot stress to you how important this is." "Alright, alright I'll do it." "Just be warned that my armageddon bag is packed." "I'm serious I'm thinking about heading to the hills." "Okay thanks Dennis, and listen call me as soon as you have something and only use this number, okay?" "Got it." "Thank you kindly Mr. Crane." "Well after ten years authorities finally have a break in the disappearance and possible murder of best selling author Rupert Crane." "Two suspects are wanted for questioning," "Eric Fox and Brooke Calvin." "Both are considered armed and dangerous." "Holy crap." "What have you got?" "No matches yet, but you're all over the news." "What?" "Why?" "Oh it's not important just that you and some guy named Eric Fox killed Rupert Crane and are armed and dangerous." "Dennis he was dead when we found him." "What's going on here, Brooke?" "I honestly don't know myself, but please believe me we did not kill anyone," "I just need you to keep working on those cave drawings, okay?" "I'll get back to you later." "I don't like that look." "We are officially fugitives, armed and dangerous." "Man this is getting better by the second." "Shocking, unimaginable images from Europe." "We're looking at the first pictures of the Mediterranean Sea where the country of Italy once was." "At 6:37 local time, a massive 9.7 magnitude earthquake, the largest in recorded history ripped through southern Europe and the Mediterranean swallowing Italy and much of Greece." "The quake was felt as far north as London and as far south as the Ivory Coast." "Ald has been diverted from the Black Sea region but resources are stretched to the breaking point," "International reaction has been stunned silence as the rest of the world holds its collective breath and waits for the next disaster to strike..." "I promise you I'm going to get you out of here." "Two fugitives slandering in the bush." "I wish I could believe you." "He's back." "You going to order this time?" "You been watching the news?" "Yeah its pretty scary." "You're telling me and the government keeps saying it will eventually stop, do you believe that?" "Well maybe they don't want us to panic." "If the world is coming to an end, I want to know." "I've got power." "I, throughout the last three weeks, the rod has given me a flood of images that I can't figure out." "I can feel it getting stronger." "The visions, well they're more intense." "The imagery is horrific, the destruction unimaginable." "We interrupt our regular programming for this emergency broadcast, Mt." "Bakers seismic activity indicates an imminent volcanic eruption, communities within a 100 mile radius are advised to evacuate immediately," "I repeat, communities within a 100 mile radius are advised to evacuate immediately," "Alright you heard her, this is it!" "Everyone out!" "I see the rod." "That means you two." "Glowing from the inside." "And that will be $2.50." "I see beams of light, aligning themselves to the stars." "Inside of what?" "Beams of light aligning with the stars?" "What do you think that means?" "Right now I have no idea." "Come on, come on, come on!" "I don't know what the clues mean uh, I..." "Unplug that damn thing and get out!" "Come on we got to get out of here." "Go Brooke, go!" "I'm Closed, we're evacuating." "Where are we going?" "!" "Get out of the car Fox!" "He's got a gun!" "Now!" "Go, go!" "Sir we're in pursuit right now on highway 12, two miles east of polkhead junction." "I'm 20 clicks away, Jenkins should intercept at highway A." "What the hell is going on?" "Keep your head down!" "Hold on!" "What the hell's going on?" "What's your status?" "Just found transportation, Sir, the rest of the team is deceased." "The ineptitude is staggering." "This operation was suppose to have results." "Don't disappoint me Henning, I'll keep Garcia busy." "Get me that rod." "Copy that." "Beams of light aligning with the stars." "What do you think that means?" "It almost sounds like doomsday prophecy." "The Mayans had a similar phrase." "The stars will alter their accustomed course and avert man's gaze with light." "How do you know all this stuff?" "I teach it." "Phrases like that are peppered throughout ancient cultures, usually tied to cosmic alignments." "Do you think it has anything to do with these Moai heads?" "There's a Rapa Nui prophecy, light will protect us from the path of the universe." "Another astronomical event." "In 14 hours the Solar System's equator and the Milky Way's equator are going to align, but that's suppose to be a coincidence." "Is it?" "Crane said that the world is going to end tonight." "If that's the case, we have till midnight." "The wind has shifted." "We got to get moving, otherwise we're going to be sucking up some volcanic ash." "My team has been looking for a correlation between the alignment of the galactic equator and these disasters, we kept coming up empty." "Then we found this." "A massive dark star." "A collapsing sun with maximum mass near the edge of our galaxy." "Aligning with the galactic equator brings us into the dark stars gravitational field." "And where there is maximum mass, there is maximum gravity, so much that light can't escape." "Well how long will it last?" "We don't know, but the gravitational forces will continue to get worst." "Peaking tonight sometime around midnight and gradually diminishing over the next three days." "At the end of this, the entire surface of the earth will have shifted." "Who knows what life will survive." "Bingo!" "Dennis what did you find?" "There's an ancient Coast Salish settlement just outside of Pipestone." "The petroglyph there is almost identical to the drawings." "Pipestone, of course." "We wanted to do a dig there and we got permission from the band but couldn't get it from the logging company." "Lycar Forest Products." "We can be in Pipestone in two hours." "I'll just call you from there." "I got to leave the University we're being evacuated." "Evacuated?" "Is everything okay?" "Yeah the ash from Mount Baker is headed our way." "It's just a precaution." "Okay, well good." "Listen thanks for sticking with me on this Dennis." "Look if everything gets back to normal some day, you and I are going to sit down, have a couple of beers, and you're going to tell me exactly what this is all about." "That's a promise, and I'm buying." "Take care Brooke." "Death toll continues to rise as rescue workers in New York, Italy, and Eastern Europe search feverishly for survivors." "But hope fades and..." "Excuse me." "Brooke Calvin and Dennis Johnson." "Can you tell us where to find them." "Denis Johnson?" "Excuse me!" "Why would Crane say it was your birthright." "I don't know." "I never really had a home, or didn't know my parents." "I just bounced around foster homes." "I just never really had to have a lot of responsibility you know." "Like inheriting a rod that tells the future and somehow saving the world." "Yeah, no pressure." "Dennis?" "Feds ID'd me, I can't go home." "What should I do?" "What?" "They're not after you." "Oh they're after me, I'm pretty sure abetting a fugitive gets more than a slap on the wrist." "Uh, Dennis?" "You're breaking up." "Brooke I'm losing you." "Brooke?" "Damn It." "I lost him." "Why didn't you tell me about this place?" "Because it wasn't your time." "Young people today don't want to hear the old stories, they don't respect what's sacred, what needs to be protected." "Grandpa, just because I don't have vision, doesn't mean I don't respect it." "These earthquakes, I'm scared." "You're probably the only person on the planet who isn't worried right now." "I'm not worried for myself," "I'm worried for all those people that are going to lose their lives." "Haven't a lot of people died already?" "They have, but so far it's been like a crack in the dam, soon the trickle will become a flood," "Ahhhhhhhhh!" "Anyone?" "No, nobody, it's deserted." "How far away to the site?" "I can remember, about a half hour hike." "You okay?" "No." "No I'm not okay." "People are dying and look what we're doing." "Yeah, we're looking for a petroglyph." "Yeah, that could somehow save the world which could end in 12 hours." "Do you realize how preposterous that sounds?" "I do." "Look, I promise you that we're going to get through this and we will see tomorrow." "And if you break your promise we'll have global annihilation." "No pressure." "Don't move." "Are you Eric Fox?" "Really?" "Who are you?" "What are you doing out here?" "Waiting for you." "I'll take you to see my grandfather he'll explain everything you need to know." "Welcome, my name is John." "I have something I want to show you." "Henning do you read?" "Go for Henning." "What the hell happened?" "Sorry sir I've been having trouble with my radio." "Damn it Henning two hours of radio silence isn't acceptable." "What's your 20?" "I'm at the Lycar Mill in Pipestone," "I just found the vehicle, looks like they hiked into the woods." "Wait for me, I want a coordinated operation." "Yes sir." "That's what I saw." "My people have never known what this symbol means." "I was hoping you had the answer." "I wish." "Tell me, what do you see when you use the rod?" "It's, it's a jumble of images, I saw you," "I saw that drawing, I saw the Moai Heads, and I saw the earth fracturing and just being torn apart." "As a child I was told of the day when the earth and the stars come together and the sky spirit will try to strike us down." "That's almost identical to Rapa Nui in Mayan prophecy." "I was also told that when the southern points of the great hound align, the ancient ones will awake from their slumber and push back this spirit of the sky, saving us." "What's the great hound?" "The constellation Canis Major, the great hound of Orion." "But what are the seven points?" "The ancient ones." "Great we're back to square one." "Not necessarily let's just think this through." "Okay, um, Canis Major, the seven points, Moai heads," "Ahu Akivi." "What?" "Ahu Akivi, on Easter Island, it's the site of the seven Moai who stand facing the ocean like sentries." "Could there possibly be another set here?" "The ancient ones are here." "A short vertical line inside the Moai head." "It's the rod." "What if the Moai heads are a device designed to prevent the destruction of the universe." "What like a global defense mechanism?" "Yeah, I mean, maybe the Moai on Easter Island prevented a catastrophe 26,000 years ago," "I mean, what if these are meant to prevent one now?" "But where are they?" "Get down!" "What do you want?" "You have a rod in your possession Fox, give it to me now and we can all walk away, nobody gets hurt." "Why the hell does he want the rod?" "He's not going to let us live." "You're a government agent why are you doing this?" "I'm just following orders." "Here, give me the rifle." "What, I can do this." "You're too young to do what needs to be done." "I can do it." "Come on Fox, and stop playing around." "Let's just do this face to face." "You just tried to shoot me!" "I apologize it won't happen again." "Okay... okay I'm coming out," "No!" "Look don't shoot anybody, okay?" "Nobody needs to get hurt." "Smart man." "One of your friends up there does anything stupid you're going down first you understand?" "You understand?" "Yes." "Good, that's close enough." "Do you have any idea what this is?" "I don't know and I don't care." "Okay this right here is the key to saving the world." "I give this to you, we all die." "Toss it over right now." "Everybody's got to die sometime." "Ahhhhhh!" "Grandpa!" "Here." "Go on." "Grandpa." "Oh crap." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Is he dead?" "Yeah." "Is he okay?" "Never saw that coming." "Oh wow that's going to leave a hell of a bruise." "Another earthquake." "You must leave this place, take what you have learned and go." "I'll be fine" "Thank you." "You don't have much time." "Let's go." "Go go!" "John's story, the petroglyph, he was tapping into a similar prophecy also shared with the Rapa Nui." "He said the ancient ones are sleeping in the earth which means they're buried but where?" "Can't all be a coincidence." "Crane moved up here," "John said his people felt its power for generations." "So this all area could be radiating energy from seven buried Moai heads right under our feet but how do we find them?" "Oh no, Eric." "I wouldn't, don't touch that." "I have to, we need answers." "Here goes nothing." "Eric!" "Yeah." "You okay?" "You okay?" "Oh yeah, you didn't think you were going to get rid of me that easy did you?" "Just breathe, you okay?" "I saw this opening in this field," "I think that's where the heads are, and I saw a government agent but I think he's working with us." "You sure about that?" "Yeah, It's going to work Brooke." "We don't got much time." "Easy, easy." "We got company." "Lower your weapon or I'll shoot." "That's him, the agent that's going to help us." "Eric Fox, Brooke Calvin." "Agent Garcia National Defense." "Where's agent Henning?" "He's dead." "He tried to kill us okay, I had no choice." "No, our orders where to retrieve Crane's manuscript and bring you in alive." "Alive?" "We've been shot at for two days." "Brooke please." "Okay the manuscript does not exist." "That's not possible." "Rupert Crane used it as an excuse to give me a rod." "It's how Crane was able to predict the future." "That's what your agent was after." "He's telling the truth, I know it sounds crazy but it's the key that will stop the earth from being torn apart, and it needs to happen today." "You're going to help us Agent Garcia, I know it." "We are running out of time you got to believe me on this, okay?" "Just let me explain." "Start talking." "So there's no manuscript." "And what about this rod that you've been talking about?" "From what I understand it was the source of Crane's premonitions." "Well if it does what you say it does, it could be pretty useful right about now, you need to bring it in." "Sorry I can't do that sir." "Excuse me?" "I know this is going to sound unbelievable but it could be the key to stopping these disasters." "How?" "Fox believes that it will turn on some kind of global defense mechanism." "Built by whom?" "We don't know, sir." "Is it possible that it could lead to more of these rods?" "I'm not sure, maybe." "Two days ago this story would have cost you your job." "And today?" "I got nothing to lose and everything to gain," "I've got to brief the president or I would come myself." "What do you need?" "What's splattered on this?" "Probably some blood." "Wonderful." "The rod's a forged foreign material." "And that hum, I've never seen anything like it." "Where did you get this?" "It was a gift." "Okay with no power source yet emitting a frequency of 12.4 khz." "It's fascinating." "Now we scan for the frequency in a hundred mile radius, if your hunch is right and there is anything out there emitting the same vibrations hopefully we'll get a lock on the location." "We've got an hour left of sunlight." "Come one, almost there." "Okay we got it, 62 miles due east." "That's close." "Right under Crane's nose." ":" "As reports of rioting and looting pour in from around the globe, we have confirmed information that the republic of China has been hit by a sinkhole the size of which rivals the Black Sea disaster." "It appears there is no place on earth safe from these events." "Mind turning that off?" "What are you thinking about?" "Well we still have a lot to figure out, we're coming to the end of the world here, and the puzzle still hasn't been solved." "We're going to solve it, okay we got the rod and now we have the location." "Still doesn't make any sense why Henning went after it." "He wouldn't know what it was." "Yeah I don't think he knew." "Then why?" "Just think he was following orders." "Yeah that's what's bugging me, whose orders?" "We're going to have to pull over, wait this one out." "Uhh, go now!" "We got the report on Eric Fox, he was adopted, no record of his birth parents." "Convenient." "Sir have you heard about Washington?" "Yeah I have." "How's the president?" "Airborne, all executive commands will now be issued form Air Force 1." "Where's my helicopter?" "It will be here in four minutes sir, your presence has been requested at the Cheyenne Mountain Air Force Station." "I'm going to be late, there's a little side trip I need to make." "This is definitely it." "Now what?" "If we are right there should be seven buried Moai heads right under our feet." "Alright, these are infrared imaging tubes operational up to 50 meters deep." "We need to create a perimeter." "The seven Moai heads of Ahu Akivi look towards the point where the sun sets during the equinox, the length of their platform is 40 feet long but there is no way of knowing how they are laid out here." "They should face the Canis Major constellation," "we got to start somewhere." "Getting anything?" "I got something, approximately 4.9 meters high, 1 meter underground." "Okay Eric, move yours back 20 feet." "Oh, I got another one," "Brooke move yours to the left 30 feet." "Guys you got to see this." "It mirrors Canis Major." "This is amazing, they are identical to the ones on Easter Island." "The rod should fit in the big star." "This should be it." "The top of the Moai head." "Here, let's start digging." "Guys, take a look at this." "What's that?" "I figured out how the Moai heads tie into the Canis Major constellation, now when they align with the galactic equator it will be the closest the dark star comes to us, right when the earth is about to be destroyed." "So maybe that's our cosmic trigger for placing the rod." "How much time we got?" "I'm working on it." "The buried heads and the Canis Major constellation will align in approximately 20 minutes." "Alright, we just got to cut it close." "Let's get moving." "I got something." "It's like some kind of stone or metal or something," "Look right here, the rod could fit in there." "Okay let's stick the damn rod in." "Well we can't we have to wait for the alignment with the constellation." "She's right we got four minutes left." "Give me the rod." "Sir, I wasn't expecting you." "Son get up out of there, we need to have a chat." "I'd rather not." "I wasn't asking." "Son whatever it is down in that hole it does not need to be activated." "If we don't activate it, we are all going to die." "Do you understand that the world is about to end." "Your wrong, the gravitational forces working on the earth need to run their course, we've survived it before, we'll survive it again." "We don't know that sir." "Oh but I do, it's survival of the fittest now, and in the meantime I will be guiding the world's elite through the gauntlet with the help of that rod." "You're a lunatic." "Oh no, I'm simply a patriot," "I've known for years about that rod and its ability to predict the future." "That rod never belonged to your father and it doesn't belong to you." "My father?" "Rupert Crane, he didn't tell you?" "We only have two minutes left." "I wouldn't worry, we have all the time in the world." "Give it up son." "Give it up son." "You just signed our death warrants." "I prefer to think of it as a birth certificate for a new America." "I can't allow that sir." "Ahhhh!" "And thou shalt take this rod in thine hand where with thou shalt do miraculous signs." "Where are my visions?" "Here's one." "Alignment in 10 seconds!" "Eric do it now!" "5, 4," "3, 2," "Ahhhhhh!" "It's working." "It worked!" "I spent so many years studying those heads trying to unlock their mysteries." "Now we know their purpose, but the questions." "It's one big cosmic can of worms." "Whoever built this did us one hell of a favor." "You know you could use this to find out more about our saviors." "The next time I use this, it's going to be to bet on some horses." "How are you feeling?" "Besides getting shot and finding out that my superior officer is a nut job, I'm okay." "I got a signal." ":" "This is a worldwide broadcast from the president of the United States." ":" "To all the survivors of the human race the worst is over." "Yesterday we survived the peak of the gravitational pull that was tearing apart our world, in the next few days earthquakes will gradually diminish." "Now for the sake of humanity we must come together and rebuild, this is a worldwide broadcast sent out to any and all survivors, you are not alone." "I repeat you are not alone."