Green Lantern

Billions of years ago...

a race of immortals harnessed the most powerful force in existence:

The emerald energy of willpower.

These immortals, the Guardians of the Universe...

built a world from where they could watch over all of existence:

The planet Oa.

They divided the universe into 3600 sectors.

A ring powered by the energy of will was sent to every sector to select a recruit.

In order to be chosen by the ring,

it was said one must be without fear.

Together, these 3600 recruits...

formed the intergalactic peacekeepers known as the Green Lantern Corps.

Of all the threats the Corps ever faced...

the gravest was an entity of fear known as Parallax.

Only the legendary Green Lantern Abin Sur...

was capable of capturing and imprisoning this beast...

which he did on the lost planet of Ryut.

You are afraid.

Good.

I mean, we go into this every time. - It's not every time.

No, honey. Think back. Think back. Think back.

I was fine the last time. I'm usually fine. I'm fine with your work.

Can I just tell you something? - Of course you can.

I'm scared, honey. - Shh, shh.

Is everything okay?

Oh, you know how Mom gets the night before a test flight.

But you're not scared, are you, Dad?

Let's just say it's my job not to be.

Good night, son.

Hal, you're gonna be late.

Good morning, Mom. Gotta go.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

You think she'll break mach 3? - We'll find out soon enough.

Hey, shouldn't you be in school?

Mr. Ferris raised the rear stabilizer.

Yes, he did.

The yaw rate gyros are calibrated, but the pitch is off 2 degrees.

I can live with that. How about the INS? - Good to go.

Okay. - Johnny.

Be sure to check the ignition sequences. - No problem.

We did, Carl, twice. - Right.

And, uh, the gyros? Did we do the gyro calibrations?

Hey, Carl.

Maybe Hal would like to join Carol up in your office.

The two of them can watch together.

Come on, young man. Let's go find Carol.

Hal.

Keep it warm for me.

Hi. - Oh, hey, Hector.

Hey. So, um, I have this book.

It's about the possibility of life on other planets.

Cool. - Well, it almost has to exist, but...

Hal! - Hey, Carol.

Hector. You still wanna trade Hot Wheels?

Sure.

Well, look who's here. Our future test pilot.

Jacket suits you, son.

Hi, Dad. - Hey.

I keep telling Hector, books are fun, but every once in a while...

it's not such a bad idea to get out in the world, right, Hal?

Hey, Bob. - The man of the hour.

Nothing like a first flight to get the blood boiling, eh, Carl?

Dad, can we watch from down in the field?

Sure. - Yes!

You kids be careful. - Stay with the engineers.

Go on, son. See it up close.

That's okay, Dad. I'll be fine.

Ferris Tower, Sabre One, ready for take-off.

Request unrestricted climb, flight level 450.

Yes! Yes!

Sabre One, unrestricted climb approved.

On passing 10,000 feet, contact Ferris Departure.

You're cleared for take-off. Good luck, Sabre.

Sinestro, I'm traveling at maximum velocity. Tell Fentara I should...

Fentara is dead.

The planet's inhabitants?

Your mission to evacuate them is no longer necessary.

It's just as it was on Talok.

Every life form destroyed and their essence absorbed.

Traces of yellow power everywhere.

And the Guardians?

The Guardians are silent.

I've demanded an audience with them.

Abin Sur.

I'm badly wounded.

Heading to the nearest inhabited planet for the selection process.

Tell the Guardians it's Parallax.

No. No.

Sorry, I gotta run. Make yourself at home, okay?

There's, uh, water in the tap.

No!

Asshole.

The Ferris Sabre III is state-of-the-art of artificial-intelligence fighter planes.

It has all of the flying and combat capability of a human pilot...

but with none of the human error that comes with it.

Carl isn't just blowing smoke to get a contract, general.

Your staff, these contractors, my office...

we've all been part of this from the ground up.

Well, I appreciate that, senator.

But today the rubber meets the road.

We have a simulated combat situation.

Two Sabres against Carl's two best pilots.

Carol. Was gonna do a little flying today. What do you think?

I think you're late.

Yes, but that's only because I slept in.

I used to sleep in. Then I turned 11.

Let me give you a little heads-up.

I've gone up against these Sabres all week and they smoked me every time.

There isn't anything you can do that they can't do better, faster...

and without disappointing women everywhere.

I, uh, think we both know that's not true.

This is exactly why I didn't want you for this. My father did.

I would've gone with Jensen.

I'd have too, but unfortunately he's busy not being good enough.

At least he shows up.

Hal...

this test today, it's important.

I'm gonna make you look good up there. Don't worry, okay?

Now let's get these pants off and fly some planes.

Highball, weapon check now.

Roger that.

Good morning, Mr. Ferris. - Morning, everybody.

Gentlemen.

We about ready, Tom? - Yes, Mr. Ferris. We are go for test.

Sapphire, cleared weapons hot at the merge.

Ferris Test, Sapphire. Weapons are hot.

Fly safe, Highball.

Um, no.

Goddamn it! Tom, what the hell you feed those things?

F-35s, what else?

Wakey, wakey, Sapphire.

You got a shot, now would be a great time.

Easy, Highball. Just lining it up.

There's no way we're taking these out solo.

Get over here. Let's figure something out.

On my way, Highball.

Now stay right there and look real pretty.

Highball, did you just use your wingman as a decoy?

Highball, those Sabres headed up your 6 can fly anywhere you can.

Then let's go somewhere I can't fly.

What the hell is he up to?

Coffin corner.

Highball, rules of engagement set ceiling at 50,000 feet.

Yeah, because the Sabres will stall if they go any higher, right, Tom?

And so will you.

Compressor stall. Compressor stall.

Yes!

Um, I mean, damn it, Hal.

Your boy certainly takes his job seriously.

Ailerons, Hal. Side to side.

I got it.

Hal.

Keep it warm for me.

Going through 25,000.

Hey, you okay, Highball?

Yeah, just taking my victory lap.

Going through 20,000. - Okay, Highball, give me some roll.

Yeah, Dad!

Hal, do you read me?

Highball, you're approaching minimum ejection altitude.

Highball, you're below 10,000 AGL. Spin is unrecoverable.

Eject, eject, eject!

You're not scared, are you, Dad?

Let's just say it's my job not to be.

Dad!

Dad!

You stupid son of a bitch. You...

Stand down, Bob. It doesn't matter now.

It does matter.

Never mind that you crashed a brand-new F-35.

You broke the rules of engagement. You sacrificed your wingman.

And you blew the contract this company was depending on.

I'm sorry. I thought this was a dogfight.

I was under the impression the objective was to win.

No, the objective was to show what the Sabres could do in combat.

And in combat, no pilot is gonna crater his own plane.

I did.

Now you know you gotta boost the ceiling.

I showed you what they can't do.

You didn't have to make that point in front of Air Force Acquisitions.

That's enough, Carol.

Since I'm gonna have to lay off most of my company anyway, you're fired, Hal.

It's too late. I quit.

He's not fired and you don't quit.

You're grounded, pending the results of an investigation.

Watch your back.

That's impossible, Bob.

Tell me what happened. - Controls locked up.

Don't give me that, Hal. You had a window when you could've recovered.

Did you choke?

You wouldn't be the first, but I need to know.

My controls locked up. What the hell is all this, anyway?

What's with the ridiculous suit?

I know your dad's been bucking for you...

The merits of my career choices...

You're a pilot, and a good one.

Giving that up to fly a desk is bullshit.

I like it and I'm good at it.

Doesn't mean I'll never get in a cockpit again.

It isn't one way or the other.