"[Waves lapping]" "[Helicopter]" "Colonel Chadwick sent me!" "We got a Code Orange!" "We got a big storm coming in!" "I got a problem in the pump room!" "Let's go." "Yeah, so sounds like you got a punch-through." "We've hit a geologic formation." "Gas?" "Something else." "What?" "Like a structural trap?" "Take a look." "You tell me." "Hey." "What you got?" "Travis, look at this." "We tapped into some rocky sediment." "It's causing real damage." "This is volcanic material." "Nothing in our geologic survey shows this." "[Gas hissing] methane!" "Hey, methane!" "Bill!" "Bill!" "[Alarm sounding] Bill!" "Bill!" "Bill!" "Buddy, can you hear me?" "Can you hear me, huh?" "Hey, is he breathing?" "No, no!" "All right, start the CPR!" "All right, 1, 2, 3, 4..." "Come on, Bill." "Live bit!" "Let's go!" "[Gasping]" "We got a kicker!" "There's a plume outside the radius!" "We don't have much time!" "Hold her!" "Hold her steady!" "We're under-balanced!" "[Gurgling]" "Clegg:" "I'll throw the chain!" "Go!" "Careful, uncle!" "Whoa!" "Aah!" "Hey!" "[Screaming]" "Uncle Clegg!" "Uncle Clegg, you okay?" "What just happened?" "I think we just spiked a volcano." "[Thunder]" "[Thunder]" "[Thunder]" "Mr. Winters, it's Colonel Chadwick." "Listen, I know Petro-Cal sent Travis Verdon out to your rig." "Yes, sir." "This storm is building too fast for my comfort." "It's gonna impact your rig in less than an hour." "Now, I have a NOAA vessel in the area." "I'd very much like my science team to come and check it out." "Your liaison is Dr. Jenna Sparks." "Please see that she's well looked after." "Of course, sir." "We will offer her every accommodation possible." "Thank you, Winters." "Look, I know it's not easy having me looking over your shoulder." "Just try to remember we're all on the same side here." "Thank you, sir." "This must be a hell of a storm if sending the big boss in isn't enough." "What do you mean?" "Well, Chadwick wants to send in a specialist group from NOAA." "That's bigger than normal." "Yeah." "I guess we'll see." "[Thunder]" "You know, the nano-material is showing real promise breaking up extreme storm patterns." "Yeah, and this, uh, silver iodide research, too." "It's gonna play a major role in preventing catastrophic storms." "You know what I'm picturing?" "Huh?" "Cover of science news." "[Laughs]" "Oh, I can see the headline already." ""The Storm Killers."" "[Both laughing]" "[Cell phone rings]" "[Rings]" "Hello, Colonel." "Dr. Sparks, my intel is showing me that the landsat readings for the Wilforce-3 are off the charts." "Uh, yeah, we're pretty close by her." "Would you like us to do a physical recon?" "Chadwick:" "I would." "Also, if there's any malfunction or even any new information," "I'd very much like to have you report back to me as soon as possible." "And, Dr. Sparks, the California coastline is a natural treasure." "I'll be damned if Petro-Cal takes a dump on my beaches." "Yes, Colonel." "Colonel Chadwick wants us to stop by Wilforce-3, check it out." "He says the temperature is rising way too quickly on that rig." "I hope we can get our sniffers down there before this storm moves in." "Yeah, me, too." "Colonel Chadwick already has his hands full with the storm preparation." "Yeah, he sure doesn't need an offshore complication." "Nope." "I'll check it out." "All right." "Captain Worley, on walkie-talkie:" "Dr. Sparks?" "Yes, uh, Captain Worley, we need to change course for Wilforce-3." "We've got to turn back now!" "I do not like the looks of these skies!" "I don't like it, either, but we have our orders." "Yeah, well, I've been navigating these waters for 20 years, and I never seen nothin' look like this." "[Thunder]" "[Ship creaks]" "Captain Worley?" "It's closing fast!" "Prepare below!" "Captain Worley!" "Rough seas ahead!" "Go!" "[Crew speaking excitedly]" "Secure the hatches!" "Get below!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "She's on her beam ends!" "[Shouting]" "Man overboard!" "Man overboard!" "[Vent flares]" "[Thunder]" "Winters, can you hear me?" "What's happening?" "Where are you?" "Blowout." "Are there any wounded?" "Joe and Paul were killed in the blast." "Clegg is injured." "Winters:" "Travis, you got to get out of there now." "[Alarm sounding] [Groans]" "Travis, get out of there now!" "We got a punch-through with methane." "Joe Paul and Bill Saunders were killed." "Clegg?" "He's wounded." "I don't know his condition." "Are we out of alignment?" "We got 25 at zero and 50 at 100,000 psi." "That's enough pressure to cut through diamonds." "We got to enact the blowout preventer." "It'll take some time to disconnect from a mile of pipeline." "That storm's gonna be here in less than an hour." "How long do you need?" "It'll be close." "And in the meantime, we're dumping drilling fluid in methane?" "Okay." "Okay, reroute the fluids and put an end to that methane leak." "I don't want any more men killed." "Yes, sir." "[Groans]" "Secure the equipment!" "What's your reading?" "Well, the temperature differential shot from 65 to 129 in a couple of hours." "They must have broken into molten lava." "Yeah, if my reading's correct, that thing's a volcano." "[Thunder]" "[Hatch slams open]" "Unh!" "Wilforce-3 is in serious trouble." "They need to know what they're sitting on." "Sea rover to Wilforce-3, come in please!" "[Static]" "Wilforce-3, come in!" "Radio operator:" "Wilforce-3 to Sea Rover." "State your communication." "This is Dr. Jenna Sparks." "I'm a research meteorologist investigating the atmospheric condition around the rig." "I need to speak with your manager immediately!" "Radio operator:" "let me connect you to rig manager Winters." "Operator?" "[Static]" "Wilforce-3, come in please." "[Clegg groaning]" "Wilforce-3, please, come in!" "[Static]" "[Thud] Unh!" "What's happening down there?" "We hit some kind of molten deposit." "I'm worried about the stability of this rig." "Can you move?" "Yeah." "Yeah, all right, all right." "Listen, listen." "The generator turbines are still on." "I know." "That methane is still leaking." "It should deactivate automatically." "No, the electricians are troubleshooting." "They turned off auto shutdown." "I know, but you got to move a little faster." "Can you?" "'Cause if that methane catches a spark, we're like toast." "Come on." "All right." "All right, let's go." "[Groans]" "There she is." "Warm water, moist air." "It's the devil's playground." "It's massive." "We've, uh, got less than half an hour to reach that rig." "We got to go now!" "[Engines whining]" "Come on, come on, come on." "Lean on me." "The generators." "This way." "Just a little further." "The smell, the smell." "We're almost there." "Come on, come on!" "[Explosion]" "Uncle..." "Uncle Clegg!" "Uncle Clegg!" "Are you okay?" "Hey, can you hear me?" "Come on." "Come on, get up, get up." "Get up." "[Explosion]" "Aah!" "What was that?" "I don't know!" "[Grunts]" "Rotor stall!" "Going into a nosedive!" "Pull up!" "[Both straining]" "Turbulence!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "We need to pull up!" "Almost!" "[Grunts]" "Almost got it!" "[Relieved sigh]" "All right, nice flying." "We've lost our generators." "We're on fire." "We got to evacuate now before that storm comes in." "Yes, sir." "Mobilize the lifeboats, prepare for evacuation." "This man needs help now!" "All right, I'm a medic." "We'll get him to the chopper." "What happened to your friend?" "He's my uncle." "It was an accident in the pump room." "Well, Dr. Cavanaugh will take good care of him." "I'm Dr. Jenna Sparks from the NOAA." "I need to speak to your rig manager now." "Follow me!" "[Thunder]" "[Alarm blaring] I'm Travis Verdon." "I'm here at request of Colonel Chadwick." "It's been pretty bad out here today." "What happened?" "We hit a pocket of molten lava." "The heat from that rupture is creating an event." "What kind of event?" "The water is superheating making the surrounding air highly unstable." "What does this mean to the rig?" "Can you handle a storm with the power of five katrinas?" "1,000 miles per hour winds?" "I mean, how can that be?" "We're not in the tropics." "The warm water is creating cyclone conditions." "It's changing everything we know about the weather." "Travis." "Rowell:" "What happened in the pump room?" "Joe and Bill were killed in the blast." "My uncle was badly wounded." "I got him prepped for evac." "I'm sorry to hear that." "What exactly happened in there?" "We hit a pocket of magma, a lava blast that came up through the bore hole." "Mr. Winters, Colonel Chadwick sent me to investigate." "I'm an atmospheric specialist." "The warm water is creating the first cyclone in California." "A cyclone?" "It's going to unleash a chain of events that's going to threaten the entire West Coast." "What kind of events?" "It's going to be a storm like you've never seen before." "It's what we call a super cyclone." "Sir, I got over 100 company men on this rig." "This storm will impact this rig in a matter of minutes." "Evacuate all non-essential personnel immediately." "I don't want anyone left on this rig other than the hazard team." "I'm on it." "Travis, we got to get your uncle out of here." "He's in good hands." "I'm staying." "What do you need me to do to help?" "Travis, I know that you're here to help, but I am still the safety officer on this rig." "Now, this is my call." "I am ordering you to leave." "Listen, I'm a structural engineer, Gary." "Let me help you." "That's exactly why." "I can't think of anyone better to coordinate the crisis effort." "Now, Colonel Chadwick is a soldier, not an oil man." "Believe me, you'd do much better for me off this rig than on it." "Understood." "I got your back." "Well, if we're gonna get off this rig, we need to go now." "Okay." "How is he?" "I had to put a tourniquet on his leg to stop the bleeding." "Can't feel my leg." "I can do more for him back at the Sea Rover." "Don't let me lose my leg!" "You're in good hands." "You're gonna be all right, uncle." "Hang in there." "Come on, let's go." "Oh, no." "[Thunder]" "We're on the leading edge of the storm." "We're all set back here." "Okay, hang on tight." "[Engines whining]" "Sparks, if you are not here in five minutes," "I am leavin'!" "I have lost crew, and I swear to god," "I am not gonna lose any more." "Do you hear me?" "Worley, don't go anywhere!" "We're on our way!" "[Thunder]" "[Gasping and straining]" "Come on." "I'll meet you on the nav bridge." "All right." "Hey, Worley, we got a wounded man here." "I'll need to stitch him up." "Take him to the galley." "Use the big steel counter." "Make it quick." "Come on, come on!" "All right, here we go." "Easy." "All right, get him up on the table there." "Feet down at the end." "Get up here." "Get some towels here." "Watch your head there, buddy." "Okay." "You okay?" "Oh, the rig." "I'm gonna wash up and grab my bag." "Okay." "The rig?" "I know." "I tried to stay, but Gary ordered me off." "They're my family." "I spent my whole life on the rig, my whole life." "I know, I know." "I promise you, I'm gonna get the men out." "I promise you that, uncle." "Look at me." "Look at me--filthy." "My whole life, my whole life..." "Dirty-- dirty, dangerous job, huh?" "You..." "Hey." "College... clean shirt, right?" "Clean shirt." "Aw, I'm so proud of you." "I'm proud of you." "Thanks, uncle Clegg." "I'm proud of you." "You're gonna be all right." "Hey, anything I can do?" "Yeah, uh, Travis, um, tell you what, why don't you wait up on the nav bridge, okay?" "Okay, all right." "You gonna be all right?" "Yeah, sure." "I'm right out here, all right?" "Right, right." "I'll take good care of him, don't worry." "Travis:" "All right." "[Thunder]" "Can't we go any faster?" "No, we missed our chance to move fast." "Now it's a chess game." "You see them big waves out there?" "The worse thing can happen is we start to run down the face of one of them big ones." "Are they gonna swamp us?" "Hell, no, not if I can help it." "[Wind howling]" "How's your uncle?" "Doctor C's still working on him." "Where's the storm?" "I'm sorry, Travis." "The storm's hitting Wilforce-3 right now." "What?" "Scramble the rescue nets!" "Do you see him?" "Get the ladders now!" "Over there!" "Over there!" "Winters:" "Activate the transmitters!" "Man overboard!" "[Water boiling]" "Aah!" "Man overboard!" "Samuels, pull!" "Quick turn!" "Quick turn!" "[Men screaming]" "There's the strobe!" "[Screaming]" "Help!" "[Screaming]" "No!" "No!" "Starboard side, now!" "[Men shouting]" "The lifeboats are failing." "Pull back!" "Abandon the lifeboats!" "Come back!" "God!" "No!" "[Screaming]" "God, they're boiling alive." "Bring them back!" "Stop the evac!" "Stop the evac!" "It's a bloodbath out there!" "Where are the rescue helicopters?" "Even if they got the distress call, the storm's gotten too bad." "The only thing we can do now is try to plug the punch-through." "Okay, okay, shunt the spacers and bypass the pressure gauges." "That's our only warning system!" "We've got no choice!" "[Thunder]" "[Wind howling]" "Oh." "Here you go, buddy." "Hey, doc, how's my uncle doing?" "Well, I stitched him up." "I did the best I could." "Will he get to keep his leg?" "I'll be happier when we get him to a hospital." "Oh, man, I have never seen anything like this." "I got to get those men off that rig." "We're racing ahead of the storm, but it's gonna hit landfall at point conception in less than an hour." "Here she comes!" "Brace yourselves!" "Oh!" "[Grunts]" "[Groans]" "Oh!" "We're breaking free." "This storm, it's moving way too fast." "[Thunder]" "Did that oil rig cause this whole damn thing?" "There's a super cyclone coming." "Millions of people are gonna die." "We're headed south." "We broke free." "Well, that's temporary." "It's only a matter of hours before it slams greater Los Angeles." "Reporter:" "The national weather service has issued a severe Pacific storm warning." "Prepare for damaging winds, storm surges, and flash flooding." "There's no way for them to prepare for a storm of this size." "We've got to stop it." "[Thunder]" "We're just ahead of her." "Not for long." "It's gonna be on us in about two hours." "Right up there." "There's the Marina." "We may be able to use my nanotechnology research to stop the storm." "[Fire dispatcher speaking on radio]" "Cavanaugh:" "Get this man to a hospital!" "Hey, you okay, uncle, huh?" "Go, go." "I'm not gonna leave you." "The best thing you can do for me is get our brothers off that rig." "I want to make sure you're gonna be okay." "If not you, then who?" "All right." "You hang in there, you hear me?" "You, too." "All right." "All right, go ahead." "Thanks for saving my life, doc." "Hey, I expect to see you walking on that next time I see you, all right?" "Let's get off this boat." "We got to get moving." "[Thunder]" "[Computers beeping]" "I can't reach the Petro-Cal headquarters." "All communication and data lines are out." "I'm sorry, Travis, but the Wilforce-3, it's in the eye of the storm now." "Look, I got to help the men on the rig." "Travis, listen to me, listen to me." "The leading edge of the super cyclone has already made landfall at point conception." "It's taken out power grids, communication capabilities, transportation arteries." "And, I mean, that's just the tip of the iceberg." "I mean, once the full force of this storm hits the major population centers...." "Look, you have to take me back." "Do you understand?" "No, you don't understand!" "Okay, the last time I spoke with Colonel Chadwick, he still thinks that he can move these people out of danger." "Colonel Chadwick is the one that sent me to the Wilforce-3." "I should be there!" "No, Travis!" "Camp Pendleton is the main command center for this disaster." "They're gonna need all our expertise in order to deal with this super cyclone." "Jenna's right." "We have to work together." "Look, if we stop this storm, then we can save the coast and your men on Wilforce-3." "Okay." "All right, let's go then, all right?" "Come on." "Okay." "We've got to stay ahead of the road closures." "Well, the last thing I saw before the TV went out is that they're only closing down the beach cities." "Well, that's not enough." "I mean, the current emergency plan does not take into account a storm of this size traveling so far inland." "And that's feeding warm water from a super volcano." "Reporter:" "Doppler radar indicates the storm is capable of producing large hail, breaking windows, and damaging houses." "Severe storm warnings remain in effect for the following counties:" "Los Angeles, Ventura," "Santa Barbara, Orange, and San Diego." "The oil!" "Let's go!" "Wilforce-3 to coast guard command, do you copy?" "Try another channel." "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "This is the Wilforce-3 deepwater drill rig!" "Do you copy?" "Channel 13, 14, and 15 are all dead." "Try channel 16." "Mayday!" "We are in need of immediate assistance!" "There's nothing, sir!" "It's complete white noise!" "Alex, get me something!" "We're completely isolated!" "Aah!" "Well, I've been running some calculations, and I think we might be able to do something with your silver iodide nano-flakes." "Yeah?" "Well, my first priority is to get the rescue effort underway." "Yeah, well, the Wilforce-3 is key to this whole solution." "You were there." "Yeah, I never seen anything like it." "You know, we've been talking for years about climate change." "We just didn't think it would happen this fast." "Well, it looks like in less than an hour, southern California's gonna be hit with this super cyclone." "This is an apocalyptic weather event that's happening right now." "Hey, look out!" "Look out!" "Yeah, that way, that way!" "I can't see a thing!" "The wind, it's kicking up mud." "Uh, I don't think that's mud." "That's oil." "The updrafts must be lifting this fluid from the Wilforce-3." "Here it comes!" "[Tires screeching]" "There, there, there!" "Turn down--Turn down on that little road!" "I can't!" "It's too slippery!" "Travis!" "We're heading for it!" "We're in it!" "All right, hold on!" "Aah!" "Oh, man!" "[Groans]" "Hold onto something!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Oh, my god." "[Wind blowing]" "[Other sounds stop]" "[Sound of wipers in slow motion]" "[Thud]" "[Coughs]" "Aah!" "Oh!" "Ah!" "Oh!" "Hey, Dr. Cav, you all right?" "Yeah, I banged up my knees pretty good, but I think I'm all right." "What happened?" "Cavanaugh:" "We were lifted in a rotating wall." "Travis:" "I never heard of tornadoes in California." "It's the super cyclone." "It's creating a low pressure area." "It's perfect for funnel clouds." "Where are we?" "[Beep]" "Oh, man, my GPS is out." "I got no bars." "You got any reception there?" "Nope." "You know, we got to get going." "That super cyclone's gonna hit the coast any minute." "Yeah, come on." "Reporter:" "Reporting damaging winds in excess of 200 miles per hour." "Stay away from the coastline." "A severe storm warning is in effect." "Locations impacted include all beach cities." "I don't understand." "It seems fine now." "Are we in the eye?" "No, it's the ring of convection." "It's what caused the upward vertical movement of air that lifted the suv." "We don't have much time." "Yeah, the sooner we get out of the open, the better." "Yeah, let's go." "Where are we?" "No idea, but it looks like...." "Look." "[Thunder]" "That's Catumbo lightning here in California?" "Wait a minute." "The super cyclone is building up a huge electrical charge." "Whoa, that's getting pretty close." "Yeah." "Hey, there's shelter." "Come on." "Yeah, come on, let's go, let's go!" "Reporter:" "In addition to large hail and damaging winds, continuous cloud-to-ground lightning is occurring with this storm." "Move indoors immediately." "If you can hear the thunder, you are close enough to be struck by lightning." "Advancing storm is impacting roads, homes, and other vital infrastructure." "Yeah, well, the storm blew us further away from Camp Pendleton." "Yeah, better keep moving then." "Yeah, we need to find a low profile heavy vehicle." "That's not exactly low profile, but it's close." "Yeah." "It'll have to do." "Yep." "Check this out." "Wonder if anyone's in here." "Hello!" "Hello?" "See what I can find." "Anybody home?" "Hello, there!" "Hello?" "Hey!" "Get away from my truck!" "Wait!" "Looters!" "We're not looters!" "We're not looters." "We're with the government." "Same thing!" "Now get off of my property!" "We can't do that, sir." "Oh, yes, you can." "Now get gone!" "Aah!" "[Shouting]" "Hey, hey, let go!" "Hey, hey, calm down, sir." "We're the solution here." "Who the hell do you think you are?" "Tell him." "Uh, we're, uh..." "We're with the NOAA, sir." "That's right." "Yeah." "We need to borrow your truck." "National Oceanic and Atmospherical Association?" "What the hell?" "Hey, got the keys!" "All right, start it." "Look, we're sorry." "We need to take your truck, okay?" "Just call that number and file a claim." "Call the number, okay?" "Come on, we need to move!" "And thanks for the truck." "You're not welcome!" "Jenna:" "Sorry." "And leave me my gun!" "Okay, have a good day." "What's the sit rep, Sergeant Major?" "Sir, Fema is requesting assistance from Camp Pendleton." "What do they need?" "To use the base as a staging area for trucks and generators." "Anything else?" "They need men for sandbagging." "Send bravo company out to sandbag and let transport know that we're expecting company." "Yes, sir." "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "This is the Wilforce-3 command." "Come in!" "Come in!" "Wilforce-3!" "What's the status?" "Hose teams are working." "I've got every available man spraying sea water on that fire." "Foam plug didn't work." "Lava's still moving." "[Rig creaking]" "It's the struts." "We're listing." "Alex, check the ballast." "It's not safe yet." "With a destabilized floor, the fire-retardant foam and sea water are tipping the whole rig." "If we stop to rebalance the pontoons, the fire's gonna get out of control." "What are we gonna do?" "We're gonna do the same thing we're doing already." "We're gonna walk a very fine line between burning down and destabilizing." "How's the radio?" "I can't reach anybody." "It's like we're in some kind of a dead zone." "Well, it's like Dr. Jenna said." "The temperature differentials must be off the scale." "So the punch-through is causing the storm." "And we're in the middle." "Wilforce-3 is in the eye of the storm." "[Laughing]" "You saved our ass back there!" "Man, you're prepared for anything!" "What, were you a scout?" "Are you kidding?" "I'm about as far away from a boy scout as they are." "How'd you learn to handle a gun like that?" "I wasn't always this dashing, heroic engineer, you know." "[Laughs]" "The closer we get to the coast, the worse this is gonna get." "[Thunder]" "How much time do you think we have before the full force of this storm hits the l.A. Basin?" "Well, based on the 72-hour value for wind plus forward motion, less than two hours." "Well, if we're gonna have any hope of stopping this storm, we're gonna have to make our move before it gets too powerful to overcome." "How do we do that, huh?" "Well, it's hard to say for sure since nothing like this has ever been attempted." "What are you thinking, doc?" "Well, I got the idea when I saw that voltaic arc form." "From the lightning strike?" "Yes, and your nano-materials research." "Now, if we can deliver a payload of silver iodide nano-flakes into the eye of the storm..." "Ah, and use the electrical energy of the storm itself." "It'll generate a controlled lightning strike to disrupt the spinning vortex." "Exactly, and weaken the eye wall of the super cyclone." "Huh." "Do you think it'll work?" "Well, you know, this science is based on a very old a weather control technique, cloud seeding." "Yeah, what about the rig?" "How can we save it?" "Well, that's where Colonel Chadwick comes in." "[Thunder]" "[People screaming]" "Guardsmen have been deployed to sandbag." "Fema trucks are running around the clock." "Very good, Sergeant Major." "Ahem." "What is it, Miss Peters?" "I'm concerned about a report from Commander Grady." "He said that there's trouble with the Wilforce-3." "What kind of trouble?" "They're on top of a volcano, sir." "They're mobilizing a Hamilton class cutter," "But there's no way they'll get there tonight." "We may have to clean up." "Those rigs can handle the apocalypse." "We need to focus on the civilian effort." "Yes, sir." "Reporter:" "Marine Corps personnel are making preparations for the storm impact." "Secure all loose debris and equipment." "Move immediately to an interior room of your house or business." "Catastrophic winds will make landfall inside Southern California population centers within the hour." "We're capsizing!" "Correct the dynamic positioning." "The ballast control operator's dead." "Can you do it?" "In a simulator years ago." "I got 240 tons of sea water on the forward support column!" "If I flood the wrong one, the rig goes down." "We all die." "Alex, we're capsizing!" "You've got to!" "Give me a minute!" "I don't have a minute!" "Which chamber?" "We're at 10 degree tilt." "We're gonna flip." "Alex, you can do this." "[Beeping]" "I'm releasing the chain locker now." "Dumping." "[Beeping]" "Dumping." "We're stabilizing." "You did it." "You did it." "[Laughs]" "The methane!" "Firefighters!" "Retreat!" "All hands pull back now!" "Retreat, retreat!" "[Explosion]" "Sir, I've gotten some strange images from NASA." "What is that?" "The sky appears to be on fire, sir." "The phenomenon is heading inland now." "We expect landfall within the hour." "Where's my damn science advisor?" "Dr. Jenna Sparks?" "Get her on the phone!" "Maybe she can explain to us why today's the day that the world chose to end!" "Yes, sir." "Hail!" "Look out, look out!" "Go, go." "Drive as fast as you can." "Maybe we can get past it." "[Sirens]" "[Screaming]" "[Sirens]" "[Fire trucks honking horns]" "Look at that!" "[Tires screeching]" "The truck's on fire!" "Put it out!" "What?" "Put it out!" "Go!" "Get us out of here!" "I'm closing the vents." "Stop the truck!" "[Coughing]" "The car's on fire!" "The car is on fire!" "Stop the truck!" "Everything's on fire!" "Hey!" "I found a little fire extinguisher back here." "There you go." "Aah." "Cavanaugh:" "Careful, careful!" "Jenna:" "Aah!" "Ah, jeez." "[Cell phone rings]" "[Fire extinguisher discharging]" "[Rings]" "Hello!" "Hello!" "Dr. Sparks, can you hear us?" "Dr. Sparks?" "[Static]" "I had it for a second, but now it's dead." "Dr. Sparks?" "Communications are down." "Woman:" "Up here!" "Hey!" "Up here!" "Come on!" "Come on, let's go!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Go!" "Watch out!" "Go!" "Aah!" "What's your assessment of all this, Dr. Flynn?" "Um...." "It appears to be a deposition of acidifying particles and gases, coming together to form..." "Flaming hail, sir." "Really?" "And what exactly is our emergency protocol for fire and brimstone, doctor?" "Hide underground." "Not during a flood." "Um, with all due respect, sir, my specialty is analyzing polar ice core and computer images." "It's really Dr. Sparks who...." "Dr. Sparks is unable to be contacted!" "Sir, I recommend we expand our evacuation and warning areas to the entire mega region." "Excuse me." "Yeah, please." "I'm talking San Diego to Los Angeles to Ventura." "That's all of Southern California." "Where are these people supposed to evacuate to?" "We have to get them East of San Bernardino." "That's 16 million people, sir." "That's impossible!" "We're looking at a severe loss of life with or without evacuation." "Sir, doctors Sparks and Cavanaugh have spent years studying these extreme events." "Their research is the key to understanding what's going on, and understanding is the first step to a solution." "So if we were to just find them, then we would be" "Thank you, Dr. Flynn." "Sir, I have a special team here for you." "What do you have?" "We got a GPS lock on her location." "Dr. Sparks is East of Los Angeles, moving erratically." "Traveling on foot." "Bring her in." "Yes, sir!" "Status reports on Fema." "Yes, sir." "Aah!" "Watch out!" "Up here!" "Come on!" "Oh, my god!" "Up here!" "Come on, up here!" "Inside!" "Come on, guys." "Right this way." "[Cell phone beeps] Oh!" "We can use a land line." "Is yours working?" "Honey, I haven't had a land line since 2009." "Come in." "I can't imagine what you've been through." "Yeah, thanks." "[Metal creaking]" "[Static]" "Wait a minute." "What is it?" "Are you getting something?" "Hold on." "Wilforce-3 to coast guard, come in." "[Static]" "Coast guard, do you copy?" "Radio operator:" "Wilforce 3, mobilizing Hamilton class cutter immediately." "They've heard us." "It's a Hamilton class." "It's on its way." "We need to keep the fires under control till they get here." "Use whatever resources you need." "Thanks." "Anything you have, a CB, a ham radio?" "Anything we could use?" "No, I'm sorry, I don't have a radio," "I don't have a phone, but my generator is supplying power." "You could charge your phones and your computers." "Yeah, that'll help a lot." "Yeah, that'd be great." "Yeah, my battery's almost completely gone." "Can you charge mine, too?" "Yeah, no problem." "I will." "Okay, all right." "You got anything?" "No, nothing." "Hey." "You okay?" "[Crying] No, not really." "Come on." "Everything's gonna be okay." "I'm sorry." "Listen, hey..." "When we get out of this thing..." "You hear me?" "You mean, if we ever get out of this thing." "[Cell phone rings]" "Hello?" "Yes, Camp Pendleton!" "This is Dr. Jenna Sparks." "Hello?" "Hello?" "What'd he say?" "I don't know, I lost him." "Hey, look, the hail has stopped." "That means there's a break in the low pressure updraft." "This is our chance." "Let's get out of here!" "Colonel Chadwick!" "What is it, Dr. Flynn?" "I'm trying to coordinate a rescue effort." "It's the big tujunga dam, sir." "It's holding back over 7 million gallons of water." "The storm's overloaded it." "How many casualties if it goes?" "These are very densely populated areas that are going to be completely over-flooded, uh, over 2 million people." "Well, commence evacuation immediately!" "Yes, sir." "Up ahead, make a left." "Roger that." "Okay, and around the debris." "Copy that." "Up the canyon." "We're on to them." "Wait!" "What?" "What happened?" "I lost signal." "Wait, there it is." "We're on to them." "Turn!" "Hang on!" "Oh!" "Aah!" "Ahem." "The dam has breached, sir." "How many casualties?" "It's unknown." "Search and rescue are on the way, sir." "I'm sorry, uh..." "We were just too late." "I want maps and status reports of every dam and reservoir in Southern California." "Yes, sir." "And call the Army Corps of engineers." "Yes, sir." "Where is my damn team?" "Here, take this." "No, that's way too much, Annabel." "You have to eat." "Just take these at least." "All right." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Well, it looks like the storm's giving us a break." "We should go." "Yeah, we better take advantage of it." "Be safe." "Thank you again." "[Horns honk]" "Reporter:" "...emergency warning system." "Widespread flooding has inundated portions of the 405, 110, 101 and 5 freeways, forcing major road closures." "Do not drive into flooded areas or go around barricades." "Storm ocean surge impact level has reached 43 feet." "If you are in the path of the storm, take cover immediately." "What's the status on the evacuation?" "The situation is not good, sir." "Major arteries and freeways are completely blocked." "What about public transportation?" "Caltrans is reporting that the high winds have knocked three trains off the tracks." "People able to get out of the city?" "Sir, the 405, 110, and 10 are parking lots." "People are getting out of their cars and running." "Running to where?" "There's nowhere to run to, sir." "What about emergency services?" "Hospitals are overwhelmed." "Fires are burning out of control." "We have over 10 million people without power and more every second." "What's the governor saying about all this?" "Sir, he's mobilizing resources, but they just can't get here to help us fast enough." "Word on the street?" "Sir, it's panic." "People are scared, confused, and most of them armed." "It's not a good combination." "Sir, the president just declared a state of emergency." "There are resources being mobilized, but we're not gonna get any help until the storm is over." "Over?" "This is just pre-storm turbulence." "The storm hasn't even hit yet!" "How we doing on fuel?" "We have a little less than a half a tank." "I hope that's enough." "Better be." "Yeah, well, it's gonna take longer not taking the freeway." "Yeah, every major artery in the city is jammed." "Imagine what the I-5 looks like right now." "Hell." "Oh, hey, hey!" "Over here!" "Turn on 74." "Hey, the national forest." "Yeah, it's gonna take us out to the back end of the base." "Perfect." "Yeah, if we have any luck, a marine patrol might pick us up." "Mmm." "Careful!" "I got it, I got it, I got it!" "What's going on with that tree?" "Well, looks like it's starting to let up." "The road got washed away." "I'll have to go around it." "All right, well, just take it careful." "Slow, slow." "Here we go." "Travis." "Travis, the road!" "Back up, back up!" "Where?" "I can't!" "I'm stuck!" "Okay, okay, we got to get out!" "Stop the car!" "All right, all right." "All right." "Come on, let's go!" "Be careful!" "This way!" "Right over here, guys!" "I think we can make it across the trees." "Come on." "Come on, hurry!" "Grab my hand!" "Unh!" "Oh, my god." "Doc, let's go!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Percy!" "You can make it!" "Come on, doc!" "Hurry up!" "The ground's giving way!" "Come on!" "Doc, come on!" "I can't reach!" "I'm not gonna make it!" "Come on, doc!" "You can do it!" "You can make it!" "I'm not gonna make it!" "Doc, come on!" "Come on, doc!" "I can't reach!" "Come on!" "Can't reach!" "Doc!" "Aah!" "No!" "No!" "Aah!" "Jenna!" "He was just there!" "Gone!" "He just vanished!" "Hamilton class, this is Wilforce-3." "Go ahead." "Hamilton class, do you copy?" "Mayday!" "Mayday!" "Radio operator:" "Wilforce-3, come in." "Hamilton class this is Wilforce-3 installation manager Gary Winters." "Winters, this is Commander Jarvis of the U.S. Coast Guard vessel Sherman." "Do you require assistance?" "God, yes." "We are on fire." "I need to evacuate approximately 105 men." "How far out are you?" "Jarvis:" "The Sherman will be on the scene in approximately 30 minutes." "Begin staging for evacuation." "Yes, sir." "Get all hands on deck and prepare to evacuate immediately." "We'll start with the wounded." "Pull whatever guys you need." "Grab firefighters if you have to." "We're getting off this rig." "No, this is a natural phenomenon." "It--It's a massive sinkhole." "Sinkhole?" "How?" "This bedrock, it's limestone." "It's turned to mush." "Yeah." "The water from the storm, it's acidic." "Oil and drilling fluids." "Yeah, and it was draining into the ground and dissolving the bedrock." "It's just like exactly what happened in Guatemala City." "Where does it go?" "It's got to be 300 or 400 feet." "Listen, we got to get out of here." "We got to get back to the base." "Come on." "I can't believe he's gone." "Come on!" "Winters:" "We're listing!" "We're capsizing!" "Come on." "We're gonna you guys out of here." "Can I get some help over here?" "Jarvis, on radio:" "Winters, come in." "There she is!" "There's the Sherman!" "Help!" "Get all the wounded down to the lower deck!" "I want all hands in life jackets!" "What about the firefighters?" "We'll get everyone else off first, and they'll be the last off the rig." "I don't want to take any chances!" "Good." "Why has the radio gone dead?" "Where is she?" "Are you seeing this?" "Take cover!" "Move, move!" "Hey, Travis, look!" "Hey, help!" "Hey!" "Hey, help!" "Hands up!" "You're trespassing on restricted property." "Move." "No, no, no." "What are you talking about?" "Back up." "Let me explain." "I'm Dr. Jenna Sparks." "This is Travis Verdon." "What'd we do?" "I'm placing both of you under arrest." "For what?" "You're trespassing on a restricted area." "Pull the bed down." "Now hop up." "Now you, put those on her." "Is this really necessary?" "Do it now!" "All right." "[Clicking]" "All right." "Now you put those on him behind his back." "Look, where are you taking us?" "Fort Irwin." "No, no!" "You have to take us to Camp Pendleton." "Sorry, I'm taking you to Fort Irwin." "Sir, she's trying to tell you what we've been through." "Shut it!" "I have two intruders in custody." "I'll bring them in now." "Travis, he's taking us to the wrong base." "My hands are too tight." "What?" "You're gonna have to do it." "Choke him out." "What?" "Yeah, the element of surprise." "Just get up behind him and stay in control, okay?" "You up for this?" "Base, do you copy?" "I'll just--I'll give you the nod, all right?" "All right." "All right, now slide up in the bed." "I can't do it." "My hands are too tight." "You're gonna have to help me." "Do it now!" "[Jenna grunting]" "[Choking] Come on!" "Cut me loose!" "Okay!" "Cut me loose!" "Okay, okay!" "Cut me loose, I said!" "[Coughing]" "All right, loosen him, loosen him." "Okay." "Stay right there." "[Coughing]" "All right." "Okay." "Very slowly," "Get on your radio and have them patch you to Colonel Chadwick." "Do it now!" "I need an emergency patch-through" "To Colonel Chadwick at Pendleton." "[Coughs]" "Is that an affirmative?" "Then, yes, bring Dr. Jenna Sparks here immediately." "They're on the way." "[Alarm blaring]" "[Coughing]" "Structural support is losing integrity." "Areas of the rig are already collapsing." "How much time do we have?" "An hour, maybe two." "What are our options?" "The Sherman was" "I don't even know what I saw out there." "Our only hope is rescue." "Alex, nobody's coming for us." "We got to fight if we want to save our own lives." "Yes, sir." "Think." "Now, is there anything that you can do to keep us out of that lava?" "The super cyclone is turning 16 million Southern Californians into refugees." "There may be an option." "If you have any ideas, doctor, now is the time." "It was Dr. Cavanaugh's theory, but I think I can explain it." "This super cyclone is unique because its formation was created by man." "How so?" "Travis." "He can best explain what happened on that rig." "Yeah." "The Wilforce-3 was designed to drill deeper into the earth's crust than any other rig had gone before." "I mean, we knew there would be problems at first, but we never saw anything quite like this." "So what exactly did happen out there?" "Well, the drill pierced the earth's crust, broke into the mantle and penetrated a magma pocket, and the lava flowed into the rig." "You synthesized a super volcano." "This new super volcano, it's bigger than Mauna Loa." "So how does this volcano tie into the storm?" "The massive quantities of lava elevated the water temperature, which created a low pressure vortex around the Wilforce-3." "And now the atmosphere around the rig is highly unstable." "And your solution?" "Well, if you can deliver a payload of silver iodide nano-flakes into the storm, we can generate a controlled lightning strike to break up the vortex." "How do you propose we deliver this payload?" "Do you have any pilot who can navigate under these conditions?" "Dr. Sparks, you're talking about a suicide mission." "No, you don't know that for sure." "The hurricane hunters were able to...." "Those planes fly at 45,000 feet." "You're talking about flying an F-16 directly into the eye wall of a storm." "Colonel Chadwick, sir?" "Sergeant Major?" "Sir, I might have a man, a pilot, who can do the job." "Who?" "Lieutenant Dave Connelly." "Connelly?" "He's fresh from combat, sir, but I know he can do the job." "He's an expert in maneuvering." "He's just a kid." "He's our only hope, sir." "Find him." "Make sure he knows the risks." "This is volunteer only." "Yes, sir." "So, you need someone crazy, huh?" "Apparently." "The payload is secure." "When do I deploy?" "The nano-flakes must be released as you enter the eye wall of the storm." "That's where the electrical charge is the strongest." "How will I know?" "We'll track you on radar." "We've established a high-frequency communication link." "I'll give you the signal at the right time." "I'm ready to do what needs to be done." "Son, if you're successful, you'll save millions of lives." "My whole family lives in Southern California, sir." "Good luck, Lieutenant." "Thank you, sir." "Okay, he's entering the primary frontal boundary." "Approaching target area." "You're doing great, Lieutenant." "You'll be entering the rain shield soon." "It's going to get choppy." "Roger." "Once he can clear the spiral bands, he'll have a straight shot at the eye wall." "Hey, what's going on with his radar tag?" "[Beeping]" "Lieutenant, come in." "[Radar beeping]" "Connelly, can you hear me?" "Is there anything-- Anything we can do?" "We gather the men, we go to the highest ground." "Abandon our posts." "Go out fighting." "Fighting is all we can do..." "Sir." "Let's go." "[Alarm]" "[Jet roaring]" "It's an F-16!" "Maybe it's another rescue attempt." "Hold on." "[Radar beeping]" "There!" "There he is!" "Connelly, do you read?" "Are you there?" "Connelly:" "Yes, ma'am." "I'm flying fast towards it." "Great, great." "Connelly, you'll be approaching the target area in less than two minutes." "Lieutenant, this is Travis Verdon." "I'm an engineer from the Wilforce-3 rig." "Can you see her?" "There's something there, sir." "Don't let go!" "Take my hand!" "Hold me!" "I got you!" "Hold me!" "Don't let go!" "Don't let it go!" "Aah!" "No!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Connelly, what do you see?" "A lake of fire, lava flares." "I never thought it'd end like this." "It's been an honor." "You, too, sir." "[Screaming]" "I guess there's some fights you just don't win." "We tried." "Yes, sir." "So how do we do this?" "Jump." "I don't think I can do this, Gary!" "Yeah, you can." "Just let go." "[Screaming]" "[Screaming]" "[Screaming]" "[Screaming]" "Few more seconds." "Okay, Connelly, t-minus 10, 9," "8..." "Jenna: 7, 6," "5, 4," "3..." "No!" "Where's his radar tag?" "Where's Connelly?" "The flare." "He's gone." "Chadwick:" "Connelly, come in." "Connelly--Connelly, do you read?" "No!" "Oh, my god." "He was our last hope." "He was a hero." "Travis:" "The Wilforce-3, she's gone." "Sir, the storm, it's moving inland." "Sir, you got to listen!" "There's got to be a manmade force powerful enough to stop this." "Unless there's some way to convince our boys from Thule to drag an iceberg down here from Greenland," "I'm gonna have to tell the General that the situation's fubar." "Wait, wait, wait, I've got an idea!" "Dr. Sparks, I appreciate your enthusiasm," "But I just had one of my top pilots" "Fly an F-16 into a super volcano for nothing!" "Colonel." "Colonel, wait, please!" "You've got to listen!" "Bring in the generators." "No, sir, Huntington Beach is out of commission." "Jenna:" "Colonel!" "Colonel?" "You have to listen." "What, Dr. Sparks?" "We need to go on one more mission." "Absolutely not." "I'm not gonna let another man fly to his death." "You won't have to." "I'll go, sir." "Me, too." "What kind of a mission are you guys talking about?" "We need to deprive the storm of its energy source." "This storm is completely uncontrollable." "You've seen that." "We use liquid nitrogen." "It'll form a plug, stop the flow of lava, and cool the water." "How are we gonna get liquid nitrogen to the site?" "We'll take it in a liquefied natural gas tanker." "It's like a giant thermos with a pumping system." "Where are we gonna find one of these giant thermos tankers?" "Petro-Cal in long beach has one right now." "Who's gonna drive it?" "I will, sir." "So how you gonna keep it from melting?" "The ocean currents are moving the lava to the East, so there's a small corridor of water that would allow the tanker passage, but it won't last long." "Yeah, but if I can get in there with the tanker," "I could deliver the payload." "How you gonna get out?" "A chopper evac." "I see." "Using the size of the original bore hole conduit and factoring in the expanse of the lava throat... 135,000 cubic meters would generate a substantial plug." "Yeah, tanker Euclides would do it." "And I'll be on the tanker monitoring the atmospheric conditions." "I'll know exactly when the storm is destroyed." "Is this a permanent solution?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, permanent." "Where we gonna find 135,000 cubic meters of liquid nitrogen?" "Vandenberg." "They've got huge tanks of liquid nitrogen out there for the rocket launches, sir." "And once the cool water sucks the energy out of the super cyclone, it will be more like a thunderstorm rather than hurricane." "What do you think, sir?" "I think if you're wrong..." "Most of the West Coast is gonna die, including us." "Colonel." "Once we arrive on site, the crew will have less than 15 minutes to deploy the l.N." "before our window closes and the lava completely destroys the tanker's outer hull." "I'll be controlling a laser-guided targeting system to navigate the payload drop so we can make every second count." "The chopper will be sure to evacuate you and your team off the tanker before she goes down." "Yeah, it's gonna be a rough ride no matter how we time it." "Yeah, well, we're cutting it very close, so we better get going." "Yep, this is it." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Hey, Travis, you control the nav, and I'll take care of operations." "Okay." "Chadwick:" "What's the status?" "The Euclides is on its way, sir." "[Radio chatter]" "They're gonna thread the needle through that cooler water." "Even with a ship that size, sir..." "This storm is a monster." "Yeah, Colonel, we're approaching target area." "Crew, prepare to deploy liquid nitrogen." "Travis, on loudspeaker:" "Open the valve on the pump and load the l.N. into the sprayer." "Be careful, boys, there's a lot of pressure down there." "[Rattling]" "Travis, something's wrong." "The hull is dissolving too quickly." "The current is pulling us off course." "We're losing our window." "We're caught in a whirlpool!" "The current is pulling us under!" "Colonel, we're in trouble!" "Send the chopper now!" "Deploy rescue chopper now!" "Colonel?" "Colonel!" "Rescue chopper is en route, Jenna!" "It's en route!" "Position the sprayer and release the valve." "Crewman:" "Valve released." "It's too hot!" "It's too hot!" "Deploy the l.N. Now!" "The temperatures are dropping." "[Metal creaking]" "Uhh!" "[Gasps]" "The hull's breached, but it's too soon." "Something's wrong." "She's on auto-pilot." "She's circling with the whirlpool." "[Squeaking]" "[Hissing]" "[Bolt explodes]" "Travis:" "Delivering the l.N. until she goes down." "Something's definitely not right." "Time to evacuate!" "All hands topside!" "We are evacuating!" "Prepare to abandon ship!" "Prepare to abandon ship!" "The temperatures are rising again!" "Okay, we got to go now!" "Travis:" "Yeah, go topside and make sure all the men are accounted for." "All right." "Travis, don't be long, okay?" "We don't have much time left." "Travis, where are you?" "[Creaking]" "Travis, get up here!" "No!" "We got to wait for him!" "There's one more man!" "Travis!" "Travis, can you hear me?" "No, there's one more man!" "Get us out of here!" "We can't leave him!" "Reporter:" "36 hours of steady rainfall has left many homes in the metro area knee-deep in floodwaters." "Temperatures are normalizing." "The storm's breaking up." "[Thunder]" "Mobilize search and rescue and get the governor on the phone." "Is this over?" "Is this really over?" "Congratulations, Colonel." "Let's hope it sticks." "The super cyclone's breaking up!" "I'm so sorry." "You did it, Travis." "[Sighs]" "Must have gotten pretty hairy on that tanker." "Dr. Flynn, uh, if you don't mind, I'd rather be alone." "Okay, yeah, um..." "I totally understand." "I'll just be below decks if you need me." "Thank you." "Captain Worley, 10:00, do you see it?" "Yes, I do." "What's going on?" "There's something out there." "What is it?" "I don't know, but we're gonna go closer to take a look." "It's a person!" "Captain Worley, do you see it?" "It's a person!" "I see it!" "I see it!" "Worley:" "Throw the net." "Let's reel him in." "[Winch grinding]" "Jenna:" "Is it him?" "It is him!" "Travis, it is you!" "He's alive." "Go get some water and a blanket." "You're gonna be fine." "You're gonna be okay." "Travis, can you hear me?" "Okay, can you get up?" "Yeah." "Give me a hand." "All right." "Captain Worley?" "Yeah, we got him." "Take us back." "Aye, aye, Dr. Sparks," "With pleasure." "Here." "Travis?" "Travis, come on." "All right, easy, easy." "Watch your foot, watch your foot." "Okay." "Hey, uh..." "Thanks for not giving up on me." "You're welcome." "Hey, look, a rainbow." "Actually, it's, um, a circumhorizontal arc." "It's the off-gassing of liquid nitrogen, and it creates these, um, plate-shaped crystals in the clouds." "It's amazing, huh?" "Yeah." "It's beautiful."