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Previously on "Designated Survivor"...

Have you made a decision
about a lawyer for your mother?

- You know my recommendation.
- Kendra Daynes.

Present company excluded,
she's the best lawyer I know.

My mother's subpoena is
prosecutorial bad faith.

And this attempt to tie her

into Eric Little's recent death...

I mean, it's ridiculous.

Charlotte Thorn was the British rep.

They were touting her as a future P.M.

Ms. Lane, you were her aide.

Is there there anyone in particular

she crossed swords with?

Darius Cray. A British
importer-exporter.

Well, that's a cover for arms dealing.

We need to ask you a few questions

about Charlotte Thorn, Mr. Cray.

I never met Charlotte Thorn.

It's Darius Cray.

There was activity in
one of Cray's accounts

after he was shot.

A transfer of 100 million Euros.

And the only person with
access to that account

was Catherine, his wife.

You saying we've been
chasing the wrong Cray?

Yeah, Catherine's
been calling the shots.

He was just a front.

I know you've had my back.

- Thanks.
- You, too.

I'm kind of picky about who I work with.

Latest from NWS, sir.

We're in the soup a few more hours.

- Lemmy, what's our range?
- Minimal.

Radar's gonna be spotty

- until we clear the electrical storm.
- All right

I'll see about upping our low-vis detail.

Chris?

The U.S.S. Verona,

an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer,

collided with a sanitation barge

off the coast of Kunami.

What was one of our warships
doing in enemy waters?

It was en route to Bahrain

for joint military
exercises with the CMF.

A storm disabled its
radar and nav systems.

She drifted off course.

So, let me get this straight.

A $6 billion warship's
response to inclement weather

is to run into a floating garbage truck?

- You know what I think?
- Yeah.

That for $6 billion,

the thing should be able to levitate.

Damn right.

Attention!

Anything from the Kunami Ambassador?

He put out a statement accusing us

of a hostile incursion into
their territorial waters.

For what, running into
a hundred-thousand tons

of their trash?

He says that was divine providence.

He's consulting with the emir.

Casualties?

16 dead. Dozens injured, sir.

Well, the Verona's incapacitated.

We'll have to tow her out.

But we will need Kunami's cooperation.

Well, we may need a show
of force to get that.

We're talking about a renegade regime

that's been under military
and economic sanctions

for over a decade.

- Where's our closest fleet?
- Well, the best case,

the Fifth is eight hours out.

Kunami we can handle,

- but they're not the only problem, sir.
- Right.

Other hostile nations in
the Middle East are watching.

Son of a bitch.

This can go global quickly.

The problem is,

the Verona is loaded with technology

we have to keep out of Kunami's hands

First and foremost, we've
got 300 hundred Americans

stranded in hostile waters,

many of them injured.

We need to bring them home.

Admiral, deploy the Fifth.

I want to talk to the
captain of the Verona.

Well, there is no captain, sir.

The senior command was
meeting in his quarters,

and then swept out to sea
when the hull was breached.

My God.

Get me the senior officer in charge.

Tell the press pool that the President

regrets the loss of life,

and we're reaching out to Kunami

- to secure the immediate rescue of her crew.
- Okay.

They're still gonna want to know

what a U.S. destroyer was
doing in Kunami waters.

Well, there's a phenomenon called rain,

sometimes accompanied by

an atmospheric disturbance called wind.

- You really want me to feed that to the hyenas?
- No.

Tell them that the President
regrets the loss of life.

- You said that.
- Well, the regret is profound.

- And we're reaching out to Kunami to se...
- You said that, too.

My lack of sleep is profound.

Try coffee.

I don't drink coffee anymore.

Start.

The President's online, sir.

Mr. President.

At ease, Sailor.

What's your name?

Lieutenant Will Griffin, sir.

How's the ship doing?

The damage is pretty
significant, Mr. President.

- Can she move at all?
- No, sir. Negative.

Engines are down.

Right now, it's about waiting for help

and taking care of our wounded.

We lost a lot of good people, sir.

I know.

Lucky for us, we still
have one in charge.

Sir?

I was reading your file.

Third in your class at Annapolis,

Navy Commendation Medals,
three Navy Achievement Medals,

and a NATO Medal.

Impressive, Captain.

It's Lieutenant, sir.

If I'm gonna ask you to
lead your crew out of there,

you're gonna do it with the proper rank.

Sir, I... I don't know.

I... I only was
commissioned three years ago.

Commanding a ship, I don't...

I wasn't ready for my
battlefield promotion either.

Circumstances make the man.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I'm a design nerd.

I know all about your vessel.

You sail, sir?

It's not the water that I love.

It's the ships.

And yours is a beauty.

Double-spaced steel armor,

Kevlar spall liners,

displaces 8,300 tons.

Next generation's gonna be
made out of carbon nanotubes.

The future.

Led there by men like you.

Take care of your crew, Captain.

We're coming to get you.

Yes, sir.

Verona out.

I wish I could be of more help
with Kunami, Mr. President.

The sanctions you imposed
when you were President

make you persona non
grata in that kingdom.

So unfortunately, right now,

the best thing you can do
for us is to sit this one out.

Understood.

But if I can be of
help behind the scenes,

I'm here.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Oh, and there is another area

where I think I might be of help.

The Thorn murder...

Our reputation's been taking
a beating abroad over it.

I know it, and rightfully so.

The Prime Minister's furious.

Well, I have deep ties with her.

Perhaps I could smooth things.

That would be great.

I'll have Aaron fold you
into the investigation.

- Thank you, Cornelius.
- Thank you, sir.

We've looked into Catherine Cray.

Every meeting her husband has had

in the last five years,

she's been in the same city.

Every account he has,
she's a co-signatory.

He's her flunky.

- Have you spoken to her?
- We've tried.

She's lawyered up and
walled off in her hotel suite

while Darius recovers
and awaits a trial.

So I'm to tell the Prime Minister

that the chief suspect in
the murder of my boss...

One of her most trusted allies...

Is thumbing her nose at U.S. justice.

We would prefer you tell her
that we're flushing her out.

How?

She's got over $100 million
stashed in U.S. accounts.

Secretary Moss is looking
to freeze her assets.

We're hoping she reaches out

once she realizes she
can't write a check.

Please keep me posted.

Of course, Ms. Lane.

We gonna talk about this?

Talk about what?

About, well, what happened between us...

Nothing happened between us.

Well, nothing that should
make us feel uncomfortable

around each other.

- You know what makes me uncomfortable?
- What?

Talking about it.

In exchange for what?

Mr. Ambassador...

You want to violate our
sovereign waters again.

In exchange for what?

The thanks of our grateful nation.

So, the sanctions, the resolutions...

Are for a later discussion.

This is a humanitarian rescue mission.

Yes, I am certain a U.S. destroyer

finds itself in our waters
for humanitarian reasons.

How it got there is irrelevant.

I will tell you what
is relevant, Mr. Shore.

We would not even be
having this conversation

if a Kunami warship were stranded

10 miles off the coast
off New York City.

- Do you know why?
- Mr. Ambassador...

Because your navy would have sent it

to the bottom of the Atlantic.

I'm obligated to inform you,

a refusal to let us rescue our men

will be deemed a hostile act.

I'm obligated to inform you
that the emir is not prepared

to let a second U.S. ship

infringe upon the sanctity
of our territorial waters.

- Mr. President.
- Admiral, what's the update?

That's Kunami's fleet...
Five ships and counting.

Tell me about the formation.

It's a classic blockade.

Our ships won't be able to
get anywhere near the Verona

- without running it.
- And risking a war.

It doesn't make sense

that the emirate would want to do that.

What they want is to make us sweat.

Our ship is at the mercy of a regime

that is desperate to
prove its own legitimacy

to its people.

And we have a crew that
expects us to rescue them,

when apparently there's
no easy way to do that.

Admiral, contact Captain Griffin.

We need to let him know that
we haven't abandoned him.

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Radar's got their ships, sir,

three clicks off our starboard bow.

They're just saber-rattling, son.

They're not gonna fire on you.

Well, we can defend ourselves.

We got Tomahawks, harpoons...

What about food?

Uh, refrigeration's
out, galley's flooded.

Mostly canned goods are left.

Unfortunately, I've had the displeasure

of eating military rations.

Do yourself a favor.

Toss the food. Eat the cans.

You really are a navy buff, sir.

I'm gonna need you to address your crew.

We're taking the diplomatic route.

It's gonna take some time.

I need to assure them

they're gonna be eating a
hot meal on land soon enough.

Aye, aye, sir.

Verona out.

Kunami's just officially
cut all diplomatic ties.

They're posturing, sir.

Time is on their side.

Because the casualties are on ours.

If they catch us blinking first,

- they'll have us over a barrel.
- Oh, no.

I wouldn't count on them
blinking at all, sir.

Why not?

Because Kunami's an unstable regime.

If the emir lets an American fleet

tow the Verona out while
he sits on his hands,

he may as well send out
invitations to his own coup.

Then we're gonna have to find

a concession we can live with.

I'll have Secretary Moss

ask Cairo to open a back
channel with the emir,

find out he really wants.

Mr. President, Kendra
Daynes needs to see you.

Okay. Go ahead. I'll catch up.

Kendra, come with me.

I had my off-the-record

with Director Foerstel today.

Did you ask him about the status

- of the investigation into my mother-in-law?
- Yes, sir.

He stressed the importance
of an independent FBI,

then showed me the door.

Did he tell you it was inappropriate

to have a discussion about
an ongoing investigation?

No, sir. He refused
to address the subject.

Trust me, he addressed it.

Now we know it's an
ongoing investigation.

Yes, sir, He's still digging,

even though we managed to quash
your mother-in-law's subpoena.

In all fairness, he doesn't
really have a choice.

Sir?

After the bombing,

there was a vacancy
at the head of the FBI.

Foerstel was the obvious choice...

Impeccable record, impeccable integrity.

So in order to be seen as impartial,

he has to pursue this.

To the ends of the Earth.

Sir, I may be able to help here

- if you give me some latitude.
- What do you need?

Unfettered access to
your mother-in-law.

Eva didn't sign up for any of this.

She won't handle it well.

I'm not comfortable with that.

I understand.

But the longer this drags on,

the more involved she's going to become.

You're right.

You're right.

Can you patch me through
to Eva Booker, please?

Hey, Seth. How'd your
press conference go?

Um, Al-Jazeera asked
me what a U.S. destroyer

was doing in Kunami waters.

And what did you say?

I said, trying to get
its engines started.

How very literal of you.

Oh, I dropped off the
Charlotte Thorn presser notes

on your desk.

You dropped those off last night.

Really?

Oh. Well, now you have two copies.

You want to tell me what's going on?

'Cause I find the whole

absent-minded professor thing charming,

but the big guy won't.

I'm supposed to have lunch with my dad.

Okay. You've never mentioned him.

That's because I haven't
seen him in 23 years.

Not since he walked out on us.

Oh, sorry. I didn't know.

He got in touch a few weeks ago.

He's in town all week
for some convention,

and I've been putting him off.

But he leaves tonight.

So, what are you gonna do?

Well, part of me would like to see him

so I can plunge a knife into his heart.

Yeah, maybe not that.

But the other part thinks
that if I let him go,

then I'll be closing
a door on him forever.

- But the choice is out of my hands.
- Why?

Because 300 of our sailors
are trapped in enemy waters,

Charlotte Thorn's killer
is still on the loose,

and the world is, you know, on fire.

The world is always on fire.

Em, I would never tell you what to do,

but don't let this place be an excuse.

The flames will still be
here when you get back.

I moved to Key West for a few years.

I had a limo business.

I figured, you know, people in paradise,

they would be too drunk to drive.

Turns out they were all just too drunk

to make a phone call.

I don't remember you
being this quiet, Emily.

Didn't want to interrupt you

while you were telling your life story.

It's missing one thing, though.

Me.

Emily, I am so sorry.

I don't need your apology.

My mother does.

- It's not what you think.
- Really?

Because I think you were too busy skiing

and getting a tan

to be a dad.

I left because your mother
and I weren't in love.

So that's why I never heard from you...

Because you didn't love my mother.

I-I-I'm not here to make excuses.

All I can tell you is

that I knew if your
mother wasn't in my life,

then I couldn't be in yours.

You're right. That's...
That's not an excuse.

That's worse.

That is cowardly and pathetic.

- Emily...
- Do you know what it's like

to be a little girl with a birthday?

And you run home from school

praying that this is the year

your dad sends you a card.

And you get home,

and you check the mail, and no.

It's not the year.

And there never was a year.

Emily, I wanted to reach out to you

a thousand times.

But I didn't know what to say.

How about goodbye?

I carried this around for 20 years,

about a little girl from Akron

who won a really big spelling bee.

I kept it because of the picture.

But, well, now that I've
finally seen you again...

I don't need it anymore.

Dad, wait.

You've charged my client's husband

with arms trafficking.

You've charged her with nothing.

So it's ironic she should wake up

and find her accounts blocked.

I'm glad we finally have her attention.

And now I have yours.

A motion to unfreeze my client's assets.

I filed it this morning
in federal court.

A suit for malicious prosecution.

I'm gonna fill out the statement
of facts after this meeting.

Mrs. Cray hasn't been prosecuted yet.

No. She's just being harassed.

Ma'am, how 'bout you just
answer some questions,

and then you can save
on some legal fees.

How 'bout you and Mr.
Bean here stop wasting...

It's okay, Oliver.

We can end this nonsense now.

I had nothing to do with
my husband's business.

The fact of all your accounts

being joint ones tells
a different story.

Yes, of my naivete.

I design pocketbooks.

My only mistake was
co-mingling our funds.

And that is not a crime.

No, just evidence of one.

It's a witch hunt by a government

looking to deflect
attention from the fact

that it can't solve
a high-profile murder.

A murder that I had nothing to do with.

- I'm not a criminal, Agent Wells.
- Your husband is.

And the minute he stands trial,

he's going to realize that his best play

is to implicate you

in the murder of Charlotte Thorn.

The FBI just got this demand video...

Routed through proxy servers,

so we don't know who sent it.

I'm Charlotte Thorn's aide.

My name is Peyton Lane.

I have been instructed by my captors

that the American government

is to extradite Darius Cray to Malaysia.

If he is not extradited
by 4:00 P.M. today,

I will be killed.

Please, do as they say!

Looks like we've got you
on kidnapping now, too.

Excuse me?

We just saw your ransom video.

- What are you talking about?
- Peyton Lane...

The person you're using

to leverage your husband's release.

You know it's not gonna happen, right?

What's going on, Oliver?

I'll tell you, Catherine.

We've come here voluntarily,

in the process of which,
our friends have seen fit

to accuse you of kidnapping,
extortion, and murder.

I don't know what to say.

I do.

Thank you for helping us fill
out the statement of facts.

I need you right now.

I have a presser.

- Then you haven't seen it?
- Seen what?

You want to get ambushed in there,

or you want to come with me?

Presser's canceled.

Ambassador Darzi: The U.S.S. Verona,

which has been crippled
by an act of God...

Was in fact sent by America

to spy on our peace-loving nation.

As an instrument of such treachery,

it is now the property
of the Kunami people.

- I guess we know what Kunami wants.
- Yes.

Our ship.

Admiral, I need you to tell me...

Was the Verona engaged in espionage?

In addition to its advanced weaponry,

the Verona has

a state-of-the-art
surveillance system, sir.

What were we monitoring?

Kunami's compliance with the sanctions.

Admiral, is there anything on the Verona

that would confirm the
emirate's allegations?

Unfortunately, sir, there is.

The ship's Voyage Data Recorder

tracks its movements to the second.

Now, if the emirate coordinates

the Verona's geo-locations
with the weather,

they can prove we were in their waters

before the monsoon hit.

And our plausible deniability
goes out the window.

Who onboard the ship would have known

about the surveillance activities?

The captain, the X-O,
the operations officer.

But not a junior lieutenant?

Oh, no, sir.

The Saudi Ambassador says

Kunami's willing to allow
the rescue of the Verona crew

in exchange with the lifting

of the prohibition on
its uranium program.

Well, now we know what
they're willing to trade for.

Our ship for a potential
weapons program.

Not acceptable.

The Voyage Data Recorder?

Yes, Captain.

Can I ask why it's so important, sir?

I'm afraid not, but we
need you to destroy it.

That's gonna be difficult, sir.

The VDR is located in the
Combat Information Center,

which is underwater.

Come again, Captain?

The hull was more
compromised than we thought.

We sprung a leak on the starboard side.

The bilge pumps are working fine,

but I had to seal off
a couple of compartments

to reduce the stress.

Good work.

Is there any way to access the CIC?

Not without a diver, sir.

Is that something you
would feel comfortable

asking one of your men to do?

No, sir. Too dangerous.

I'll do it myself.

Right answer, but we can't risk it.

Mr. President...

Stand pat, Captain.

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Verona out.

Admiral, honestly, how
far out is the Fifth Fleet?

Three hours.

The choppy water's
slowing the fleet down.

We can have a strike
package there in minutes.

Sir, there's an optics difference

between using force to rescue
a ship on a peaceable mission

and one that was spying.

Right now, I don't
care about the optics.

I care about the crew.

Well, sir, I have to advise you

if we start launching
missiles at their ships,

the Verona's a sitting duck.

And the clock is ticking.

We don't want force to
be our primary option.

We need to keep moving
on the diplomatic front.

You're right.

I want both of you to reach out

to the Foreign Relations Committee.

See how much room we've got to maneuver.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Get me Senators Cowling
and Damone here yesterday.

- Okay, but...
- And I want an update from Secretary Moss

- on the Thorn investigation.
- Emily...

Can I get some lunch?

I didn't eat because...
Oh, my God, my dad.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

He's wandering the West Wing.

Oh, I was giving him a
tour, and I got waylaid.

Just stash him in my office,

- and I'll get back as soon as I can.
- Okay.

I know I wasn't supposed
to bring him here,

- but he really wanted to see...
- Emily, he's lovely.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

He fixed Elinor's chair

and made egg creams for half the floor.

Go be you.

- He won't wreck the place.
- Thank you.

Let me get this straight.

Not only have we not arrested

those responsible for Thorn's murder,

but now you're telling me

that her aide has been kidnapped.

We have Forensics examining
the video for clues, sir.

Well, I can tell you what
they're going to find.

Nothing.

Because these people are
two steps ahead of us.

One person, sir.

We believe Catherine Cray is
responsible for everything...

The arms smuggling, the
murder of Charlotte Thorn,

the kidnapping.

And if we don't extradite
Cray's husband to Malaysia,

Peyton Lane is dead.

Malaysia's out of the question.

They have jurisdiction, sir.

The weapons onboard Darius Cray's ship

were earmarked for Malaysia.

Yes, but there's a reason why Catherine

wants her husband tried there.

The Crays have big
holdings in East Asia.

Meaning Darius is looking
at a slap on the wrist.

House arrest...

One year tops, if I had to guess,

instead of the 50 he'd get stateside

for arms trafficking.

No, I'm afraid that extradition

is out of the question
for the President.

So we need to find Peyton Lane.

Before the press gets
wind of the kidnapping,

and before Cray kills her.

Yes, sir.

Madame Prime Minister.

Ma'am, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

I thought this was
behind us, Ms. Daynes.

The subpoena was quashed.

I realize it's an intrusion, ma'am.

I'm not sure you do.

I acknowledge I did wrong.

30 years ago,

I gave bid specs to a contractor

to save my husband's life.

- Mea culpa.
- Ma'am, I...

This notion that I have to keep

addressing it and re-addressing it

like it's this original sin...

That declaration will
put all of that to bed.

How?

It attests you've had no contact

with contractor Eric Little

in the last three decades.

The FBI has no proof to the contrary,

only a wild conspiracy theory.

My husband was a
lawyer... A damn good one.

I know how this works.

- Ma'am?
- I sign this,

and the wolves are on me.

I get deposed, cross-examined,

every word gets parsed.

And I will be here to defend you.

If you want to defend me,

don't make me sign this.

I wish I didn't have to.

But I promise you, this document...

This is our best chance at
ending this investigation

before it gets worse.

I can't believe you did the
Inca Trail in three days.

It's not as impressive as it sounds.

I had great guides.

Uh, Seth, the President
needs those talking points.

Right.

Uh, good to talk to you, Dan.

And you.

He's a nice guy.

Mm-hmm.

- Smart, too.
- Yes, he, um...

Senators are here... Roosevelt Room.

Right. Uh...

Go. Save the world.

I can keep myself busy.

Thank you.

- You can't be serious.
- We're not talking about

the elimination of sanctions, Senator.

We're talking about loosening them.

Our proposal allows only for
a civilian-enrichment program.

And a strict monitoring
regime would be in place.

A regime whose success

will depend on Hassan's agreement

to abide by the very norms

he's shown nothing but contempt for.

But you're asking us to believe

he's turned over a new leaf.

No, Senator.

We're asking you to help
us bring the Verona home...

300 of our sailors,
many of them wounded,

none of whom deserve to be abandoned.

We agree.

But what price are we willing
to pay for their return?

Kunami is a can that can
be kicked down the road.

The Verona's a can that could sink.

We'll need to take this before

the whole Foreign Relations Committee.

We don't have that kind of time.

We understand.

We'll move fast.

Please do.

Thank you.

So, "Take it before
the whole committee."

"Move fast."

That's congressional
code for "duck and cover."

Which means we're not gonna be able

to negotiate the crew to safety.

Sir, they need you in Command Ops.

- The Verona's sinking.
- Let's go.

The, uh, primary bilge
pumps have failed, sir.

The auxiliary pumps are failing.

We're taking on water

faster than we can get rid of it.

How much time do you think you have?

Five or six hours till she submerges.

Sir, I want you to know,

the crew is not afraid.

Non sibi sed patriae.

"Not for self, but for country."

- The Navy motto.
- Yes, sir.

It's a privilege to serve.

A privilege every sailor on board

would gladly die for.

That privilege will not
require that sacrifice, Captain.

Not today.

Yes, sir.

Verona out.

Mr. President, Senator
Cowling just got back to me.

Congress won't allow
loosening the sanctions.

She's urging the Administration
to find a diplomatic solution.

It doesn't help us now, but she's right.

We need to find another way.

Sir, if I were advising the emir,

I'd say he's playing it perfectly...

Castigating America

for violating his country's sovereignty.

Knowing that we can't use force

without looking like
we've wildly over-reacted

to a problem they think we've created.

We didn't create a monsoon out at sea.

He's got wiggle room, sir. We don't.

This crisis is tailor-made
to enhance his prestige.

Admiral, do we have enough data

to re-create the Verona's collision?

Yes, sir. We'll get right on it.

Peyton Lane's phone pinged at 10:26 A.M.

outside her hotel in Dupont Circle

before going offline.

The demand video was uploaded at 11:12.

Okay, build in time for her captors

to get her to their safe house

and set up the video shoot.

Four-mile radius.

This came in for you, Hannah.

It was dropped off by messenger.

- Security's already cleared it.
- Thanks, Mike.

Two hours left, Agent Wells.

Or the next time you see Ms. Lane,

you'll have to identify
her by her teeth.

We're working on extradition,

but we can't okay that
unless we have proof of life.

You have to...

So, she doesn't get it from you.

No, I can't say I've ever had kombucha.

Try storing vinegar in
a locker for a decade.

Then add bleach and urine.

Thank you, Lyor.

You can go earn your taxpayer money now.

- That's an interesting fella.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry I keep abandoning you.

Don't be. I love meeting your friends.

They think the world of you.

- Hey, Mr. Rhodes.
- Heya, Matt.

Who's Matt?

Oh, he works in the
word-processing pool.

I think he's got a little
something going with Dana.

Who's Dana?

She works with Hank in personnel.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

I will come find you.

I'll be the guy beaming with pride.

You're watching a re-creation
of the collision, sir.

Based on what?

Enhanced satellite imagery
and data from the ship's AIS.

The Vero was traveling
160 degrees southeast

at roughly 15 knots.

The barge was heading
northeast at 12 knots,

four points off the port quarter.

If everyone held course, it
would've been a near miss.

The barge suddenly veered

to four points off the starboard bow

and increased its speed to 18 knots.

That proves that the barge
ran into our ship on purpose.

Well, given the barge's sudden change

in speed and direction,

that would be my
conclusion, Mr. President.

Ambassador Salini's on his
way to discuss sanctions.

We'll be discussing something else.

This proves nothing.

It proves that your garbage barge

deliberately rammed our ship.

No.

It was dark.

Bad weather.

Maybe the barge's radar malfunctioned,

like the Verona's.

Maybe it was tacking to avoid a wave.

Or maybe the captain was acting

at the behest of your government.

Here is the only thing
that we know for sure.

Your ship was in our waters,

violating our sovereignty.

Sir, we've been over this.

Yes, we have.

And I was summoned to discuss sanctions.

The sanctions remain.

You have turned my
country into a pariah.

The people don't have enough for food.

Because the emir insists

on spending your nation's
capital on weapons.

How we dispense our
treasury is our choice.

So is how we deal with
American aggression.

If you violate our sovereignty again,

we consider it a declaration of war.

Kunami can't afford
to go war with us, sir.

Which is why they'll
drag in other countries.

You know, we fire on them,

they fire on our client
states... Israel, Turkey.

Pulling in Syria and Iran,
forcing us to negotiate.

And the Verona and
its crew will be lost.

No.

Mr. President, the
Fifth Fleet is in place

and awaiting instructions, sir.

Thank you, Admiral.

Have them deploy a rescue vessel.

Fly a flag at half-mast.

Aaron, see if you can
catch the ambassador.

Tell him they can have our ship.

We're bringing our people home.

Mr. President, the emirate
will get our technology,

and the VDR will confirm we were spying.

Respectfully, sir,

it will be a national humiliation.

Respectfully, Admiral,

our personnel is more important.

Well, I'd agree, sir,

if we could predict
how Kunami will respond.

There's no way to know
what the emir will do

if you call his bluff.

Well, we're gonna find out soon enough

because we're gonna run the blockade.

Admiral...

if they engage,

sink every ship they've got.

Mr. President, this is
Commander Davis of the Wyckoff.

I can confirm that
the crew of the Verona

is now safely aboard our vessel.

And we've recovered all our dead?

Yes, sir. Casualties all accounted for.

I'm not taking my eye
off of that satellite feed

until the Wyckoff
crosses the Kunami line.

You're not going to
sign the declaration?

I don't feel comfortable with it.

Please tell me what your issue is,

and I'll... I'll try to address it.

Well, I just feel like

I should have my own lawyer look at it.

Ms. Booker, I work for the White House.

Your interests are
aligned with your family's.

Aren't they?

I told my daughter

that I hadn't seen
Eric Little since 1987.

And that's technically not true.

I saw him briefly about six months ago.

Okay?

A mutual friend died and
left Eric a case of wine.

And he showed up at my door one day,

out of the blue,

to pass along the news

and give me a bottle of Cab.

- What else did you two talk about?
- Nothing.

He was there two minutes.

That's why it slipped my mind.

Your daughter stood before a judge

and asserted you'd had no
contact with Eric Little

in 30 years.

I hadn't.

Not really.

You did, ma'am.

And your daughter is the First Lady.

And she made what John
Foerstel will characterize

as an affirmative misrepresentation.

Add into that her
involvement in defending you,

it begins to look a
lot like obstruction.

Mr. President, this is Commander Davis.

I can confirm the Kunami fleet
is now astern of the Wyckoff.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Thank you. Thank you.

I need a list of the dead,

numbers for their next of kin.

I've got some phone calls to make.

Yes, sir.

This is Peyton Lane.

It's 2:53 P.M.,

and I am alive and well
as of this recording,

but I won't be unless
Darius Cray is extradited.

Please tell my parents, Barb
and Ed, that I love them.

And my siblings, Laura Leigh and Sam,

that I love them too...

She went off book.

She's an only child.

And her parents' names
are Michelle and Phillip.

She would've had, uh, Foreign
Service training, right,

- before she went abroad?
- Yes.

It's mandatory for any assignment.

She's signaling us.

Chuck, can you run a
voice-to-text program?

Isolate the names.

Could be an anagram,

or an alphanumeric code for coordinates.

It would have to be simpler.

She... she only had minutes
to come up with this.

Chuck, isolate the first
letter of each of those names.

Bells.

Church bells?

Too many churches in D.C.

Go with a place. Bells Road?

There's a Bells Drive. It's southeast.

They'd need to take her
to an isolated place.

Check anything under
"construction" or "abandoned."

I got an abandoned apartment building

on Bells and 13th.

That would be the perfect place to...

You're welcome.

Let's go. Entry team, rally.

Yeah?

Time's up.

Go, go, go! Breach!

What do you want me to do?

Yeah. All right.

Hallway clear for entry points.

Man: Go! Breach!

Gun!

- What have we got?
- Two Tangos down!

All right, we're moving up!

There really used to be
a pool in the White House?

- Yep.
- President Nixon covered it in 1970,

turned it into a Briefing Room.

His first mistake.

Oh, but not his last.

I can't believe it.

My daughter sits

at the right hand of the President.

I always knew you were
destined for greatness.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I got lucky. Not lucky, but...

I'm lucky, too... That we reconnected.

Hey, you think there's a
chance I might meet your boss?

Today might be tough,

but maybe we can swing by for a second.

- Think I could get a picture?
- Sure.

Good, 'cause I want
to show you something.

It's called the BottleMaven.

Just press a button, out pops the cork.

A corkscrew.

The last word in corkscrews.

And it would mean the
world to my investor group

if I could get a picture
of the President with it.

The President doesn't endorse products.

No problem.

Uh, he could hold the bottle.

I'll hold the BottleMaven.

Em, you're needed in Command Ops.

Thank you.

Go get 'em, tiger!

Admiral, do you want to explain to me

how the Wyckoff forgot Captain Griffin?

They didn't forget him, sir.

He refused to abandon ship.

Mr. President, I'm on
with the ambassador.

Kunami will agree to allow
the Wycko to head back,

but we need to do it now.

Admiral, order the
Wyckoff to turn around.

Get me Captain Griffin.

Mr. President.

Captain, you've caused quite an uproar.

I know, sir. I'm sorry.

Kunami has agreed to allow
the Wycko to circle back,

ferry you out.

I'm not going, sir.

Captain, this isn't the time to argue.

I'm no sailor, but even I can see

that the ship is sinking
faster than we had anticipated.

I know, sir.

I opened the hatches
and the torpedo tubes.

Why the hell would you do that?

I figured out why you want the VDR, sir.

If Kunami gets their hands on it,

they'll figure it out as well.

Captain, that's not your concern.

Yes, sir, it is.

I swore an oath to protect
my country and my crew.

My crew is safe.

My country is not.

You flooded the boat.
You've done your duty.

No, sir. Kunami will salvage the vessel.

They'll get the VDR.

I initiated the emergency
scuttle sequence,

but I need to be here
to make sure it works.

The detonators are on a timer.

Everyone out.

Give me the room now, please.

Son, where are you from?

Billings, Montana, sir.

Billings, Montana.

Beautiful country, isn't it?

Yes, sir. It is.

Your family there?

Yes, sir...

Mom, two sisters.

You got a girl?

Sir?

A girlfriend, Captain.

Yes, sir.

Son, your whole life
is in front of you...

Things you can't even imagine,

beautiful, wonderful things,

things to live for.

I need you to trust me.

We will handle this.

Your story's not supposed to end here.

You need to come home.

Let me bring you home.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's been an honor.

Verona out.

The last call made by one of the
captors was to a burner phone.

We tracked the location of that
burner phone to Ms. Cray's hotel.

And when we find that phone,

we're not just gonna charge
Mrs. Cray with kidnapping.

We're gonna charge her

with the premeditated
murder of Charlotte Thorn.

And everything that she's
done since Thorn's murder...

Every lie she's told,
every move she's made...

Is going to be evidence.

I had nothing to do with Thorn's murder.

We don't believe you.

Agent Wells,

I think it behooves you
to listen to my client.

Make it quick.

The arms business was mine.

And it needed Charlotte Thorn.

That makes no sense.

She was obsessed with my husband.

The attention Darius drew because of her

meant that I could
operate without scrutiny.

My mistake was involving him at all.

He got sloppy.

I didn't kill Charlotte Thorn.

I needed her.

Em?

Good night.

All right, I got you
kabobs, shawarma, falafel,

something with phyllo dough in it,

hot sauce, cold sauce, lukewarm sauce.

He didn't want me.

He wanted the White House.

I know.

You know, at least if
he'd asked for a kidney,

I could've convinced
myself that I was family...

His daughter, someone he had to turn to.

But after 23 years,

you know what I meant to him?

A corkscrew.

Listen, 'cause I'm
only gonna say this once

and you need to take it on board,

internalize it, and remember it.

You're the greatest
thing since sliced bread.

And if this guy doesn't see that,

then he doesn't like bread.

And when I say bread, it's a metaphor,

because you're not remotely bread-like,

except insofar as bread is great.

Fundamentally great, like water.

Or air.

Or you.

Yeah.

Well, Catherine Cray was right.

Her business started booming

after Charlotte Thorn

started pointing fingers at her husband.

- So Cray didn't kill her.
- Nope.

Which means we're back at square one.

Well, sometimes square
one's not a bad place to be.

You guys have to see this.

When it turned out Darius Cray
didn't kill Charlotte Thorn,

I started looking
through everything again.

I dug up security cams

from the bank behind Thorn's hotel.

Anything suspicious?

Outside the hotel, no.

But one of the cameras just
about sees into the hallway

outside Thorn's room on the first floor.

That's five hours
before Thorn was killed.

Let's run her visitor
through facial recognition.

It's a profile shot
through a glazed window,

but I can try.

We've got a match.

Secretary Moss?

Sir, can I ask the name of the man

who went down on the Verona?

Why do you want to know, Mike?

'Cause he was a hero,

and I want to tell my kids about him.

You can tell them he was the captain.

Captain Will Griffin.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight.

Mike, did I miss the President?

Uh, he just left for the Residence.

What do you got?

Bad news.

Can it wait till tomorrow?

Yes.

Good.

The Man's done enough for one day.

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