Act 2, Scene 6

J. Jonah Jameson's half-ruined office. Tarpaulin sheets have been hastily affixed over the gaping hole in the wall. The wind whips at them, but Jameson pays it no heed. He sits in front of a computer panel, telephone in hand.

JAMESON: J. Jonah Jameson here!

CONTROLLER (V/O): John's father? The newspaper guy?

JAMESON: The newspaper guy with a backup control system for your fancy bird up there, yes! Now shut up and listen! My son is overriding your commands but he can't override mine, so take your systems offline and let me and my team guide the shuttle back home!

CONTROLLER: You have…our systems…your team...what the hell are you talking about?!

JAMESON: Son, I don't have time for semaphore! Your computer systems were built by an organization run by a friend of mine. I have his personal workstation here, complete with hardwired backdoor that the Praetor can't override. If you don't want to watch your shuttle explode in about twenty seconds then TAKE THE GOD-DAMNED SYSTEMS OFFLINE!

The controller slams the phone down. A military type appears at his shoulder.

CONTROLLER: General?

GENERAL: Was that Jonah?

CONTROLLER: Sir…yes, sir.

GENERAL: Do as he says. Now.

One of Jonah's hastily-assembled 'team' (of three people) exclaims in triumph at his station.

TEAM GUY: Sir, NASA's systems are offline.

JAMESON: Assume control!

TEAM GUY: Done, sir. We have control.

JAMESON: Bring that throttle down! And start calculating a re-entry trajectory, anything you can get! And let me speak to him, now!

TEAM GUY: Yes, sir.