It's Dec. 27, 1999. One night, alone in his hip, stylish New York apartment, he discovers a problem. When the year hits 2000, all the world's computers will blow up, sending the earth into indescribable chaos. It's time to go to work. He jumps in his 1978 Ford Impala and goes screaming toward the White House.
Someone has to listen.
This news has to go straight to the top. After posing as a secret-service agent in a clever ruse, he works his way in to see the president. He's greeted by his press secretary. Images flash by. That summer in the Hamptons.