An ambulance drives away from Binghamton, NY, and holds a single prisoner, Marcus Ayers. Marcus slips a quarter into his mouth and carefully observes and calculates every variable of the ambulance, the agents guarding him, and the surrounding cars. He then takes the coin and flips it toward an IV stand. He knocks it into a drawer, opening the door and dropping an oxygen tank onto his guard. The tank sprays gas into the driver’s face, he goes out of control, and slams into several cars. A loose pipe on a truck shoots through the windshield, shatters Marcus’ handcuffs, and breaks open the rear door of the ambulance. Marcus casually gets out, picks up his coin, and goes to call in the accident at a nearby pay phone...Read the full recap
Marcus Ayers: It's a simple game. Sixty-four squares, thirty-two pieces. Given any position on the board, there are only a few logical moves. Understand that, and the game becomes predictable.
Rosen: Well, you're, you're not taking the human factor into account. People don't always make the perfect move.
Marcus Ayers: They do, though. For them. It's... their perfect move.
Rosen: Well, now we're getting to the heart of what we've been working on. You believe that everything that happens in your life has intent. That there are no accidents or no mistakes. Life isn't like that, Marcus. It's... sometimes it's a flip of the coin.
Marcus Ayers: The universe isn't random. things happen because people want them to. It's just moves, and forced moves.
Rosen: I'm calling people like you "Alphas."
Marcus Ayers: Alpha. Acceleration. The first variable. I like that.
Marcus Ayers: We're 50 meters up. It takes a little over three seconds to fall that far. That means a body would hit bottom going something like 70 miles an hour.
Rosen: If you're trying to scare me, Marcus, you're doing an excellent job of it.