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Detective cupp, I presume?

Harry hollinger was the one
who wanted to call this a suicide

as quickly as possible.

Harry hollinger, the president's
best friend and closest adviser.

Why was Harry hollinger
looking for political documents?

Harry hollinger.

- Harry hollinger.
- Harry hollinger.

Harry hollinger.

- Harry...?
- We can cut the small talk.

Can I at least tell you I like the beard?

Fuck you. What are you
doing out there, Aaron?

Do you remember why
we're here? What this is?

This is a boring hearing
about security protocol.

That's what this is.

It's not some fucking open mic night for
foiled-hat wing-nuts to talk insane shit

about what they think
happened at the white house.

Where was Harry hollinger for the
22 minutes he left the east room?

You have let them turn this
thing into a fucking circus.

No, no, no. Worse than a circus.

Worse than a circus?

You have let them turn this
thing into a murder mystery.

And that is bad. That is very, very bad.

Do you wanna know why that is bad?

Yeah, I mean, murder mysteries
are so popular right now.

- Every time I turn on my TV...
- exactly!

People like a murder mystery.
They think they're fun. And it is fun.

You have the library and the
game room and the missing weapons

and now... yay!

A disappearing detective!
How great is that?

People start to think, "I
can play detective too."

"Is that a clue? Is that a fucking clue?"

"I love a whodunnit. Whodunnit?!"

And that's the thing about
murder mysteries, Aaron:

The person whodunnit is always
the person you suspect the most.

Not the least. The most.

You've just been trained
not to suspect them.

But underneath it all, you really do.

And you know who that person is in
your murder mystery right now, Aaron?

Do you know who that is?

- The Swiss guy?
- Yes!

Me!

Yeah. Maybe.

I don't know. The Swiss
guy seems shifty to me.

You need to get this whole
fucking thing under control, Aaron.

I got it. I got it.

Look, if it comes to it, I can always
make a deal with her. Don't worry.

You can't make deals
with people like that.

- People like what?
- Like that. Like her.

People like margery bay bix.

These people are different.

These people are exactly the
same people as they've always been,

and we've always made deals with them.

Whodunnit?

What?

Whodunnit, Harry?

I want to know.

See?

This your first time up here?

Third time.

- Third time?
- Yes.

- You've done that three times?
- Nemesis bird.

- Sorry?
- Nemesis bird.

That's what you call the one
you can't find and can't let go.

You'd think all the ones you do find
would be enough, but it's never like that.

Sounds like a country song.

What's the one that
was just overhead here?

Golden-headed quetzal.

- Not your bird?
- Not my bird.

My bird is the giant antpitta.

But the quetzal is a beautiful
bird, and I'm happy to see it.

And they all help.

Everything fits together.

We weren't allowed to go in.

She was very clear about
that, and we respected that.

We just stood outside waiting.

Until...

Until what?

Blood!

- What?
- Blood!

- Where?
- Upstairs! In the Lincoln bedroom!

What the hell are you doing
in the Lincoln bedroom?

He let me in. To sleep.

- Who?
- Him!

Me?

No. What? I don't...

You walked me up, tucked
me in, and said goodnight.

No, I don't remember that.

Tucked you in?

Where is the blood?

It's right there.

- Detective cupp, is everything...?
- What's that room across the hall?

The queens room.

And this room here? Next
door to the Lincoln bedroom?

The treaty room.

It's a door.

A pop door.

A linen closet.

And on the other side of
the hallway? Same thing?

This?

No.

This is different.

A staircase.

A secret staircase.

A staff staircase.

- To where?
- To the third floor.

The way his shoes were coming
off, the way his pants were gathered.

- I have always thought that he was moved.
- Moved from where?

I want everyone off this floor.

Now.

- Is anyone else up here?
- Shouldn't be.

I'm okay.

Mr. Jackman?

This bed is, like, 45 feet high.

Fuck. It's like climbing
mount fucking Everest.

Are you kidding me?

This room is so much nicer...

What are you doing in here?

- He told me I could sleep in here.
- Who?

- Agent trask!
- Yeah?

- I told you not to let anyone up here.
- I know. I know you did.

But is that really fair?

After everything Kylie and
Hugh have done for us?

- And why is there no secret service?
- We were told to stay off the floor.

I literally just said that, and
I didn't mean secret service.

I didn't mean you told
us to stay off the floor.

- Who told you to stay off?
- Mr. Morgan.

Elliott Morgan?

- Yes.
- When?

One of our agents got the call at
9:22 P.M. we haven't been there since.

- That's a lie.
- You didn't ask the secret service?

No! First of all, they shouldn't
be on the second floor.

That is true.

We were told that there has been
a long conflict between the morgans

and secret service about being upstairs,
and that the morgans have made it clear

they want them to stay off
the floor as much as possible.

- I didn't say it tonight specifically.
- You didn't call anyone?

Detective cupp. It is 5:30
in the morning. I am tired.

I don't know how many times I have to
answer the same question the same way.

Maybe one more time.

I didn't call anyone.

He called at 9:22 P.M. I spoke to him.

I don't know why he's
saying he didn't call.

- Where were you?
- Second floor, by the elevator.

- Then you left?
- First family tells you, you leave.

- I left.
- Have we traced that call?

- No.
- We need to do that.

- You didn't see or hear anything else?
- There was the crash outside.

- Other than that?
- No. Nothing.

Except for the dog.

- The dog?
- Yes.

What dog?

- The morgans' dog, Shirley.
- You can't be serious.

- No, really, that's her name.
- There's a dog upstairs?

- Well, she's outside now.
- What about her?

- She was barking.
- Okay...

But the thing is, she
doesn't bark. Like, ever.

Unless there are
strangers, which there aren't,

because she lives on the
second floor of the white house.

- What time was that?
- Around 9:30.

What did you do when
you heard Shirley barking?

I was at the stairs, and then I went up.

Even though Mr. Morgan told you not to?

If my choice is to take
some heat from Mr. Morgan

or risk a security
breach, I'll take the heat.

- You take the heat.
- I went upstairs.

Didn't see anything, came
down. The barking stopped.

Curious incident.

Detective cupp?

Yes?

Thank you.

- How long are you going to stay?
- As long as it takes.

Until I see her.

Could be a long time.

I do have time.

- Don't you get lonely up here?
- There are birds.

- Other people, though?
- They'll be there when I need them.

What if they need you?

I brought you everything you asked for.

Thank you.

You also brought some things
I didn't ask for and don't want.

- No.
- Technology?

- No.
- Satellite phone? Something like that?

No. Why do you say that?

- I've been up here five times.
- You said three times.

Every time, Rodrigo from the university
has been the one to resupply me.

- Not this time. Why?
- He's busy.

- Who are you?
- Nohelia.

Why are you interested in the
work I did at the white house?

Isn't everyone interested in the
work you did at the white house?

Is there such a thing
as a Nemesis case?

- No.
- One you can't solve and can't let go?

There isn't a case I can't solve.
Who are you? Who sent you?

You think I brought you electronics
'cause of the way I set that bag down.

Gently.

If I brought you something like
that, you'd force me to take it back,

and I don't wanna carry any more
than I have to back down that hill.

Probably broke a lollipop. Sorry.

You're losing your edge
up here, detective cupp.

Thank you.

- What am I looking at?
- Right there.

- The ear?
- The nose.

One of those things where you
see a rabbit and I see a duck?

This man here. You asked us to
match everyone on the guest list

with everyone who came in tonight.
We knew about the mottas, obviously.

- We found another one.
- Another party crasher?

- Another party crasher.
- A third man.

A third man?

The third man.

Our agents also found a name card

that doesn't match with
anyone on the guest list.

- I don't...
- Is that... that's a name?

- I think so.
- S-r-w-c-k.

No. No. What? No, follow the f.

- What f? I don't see an f.
- F-g...

His name starts with f-g?

F-g-w-l-p-s-k-r-p-i-f.

His name is fgwlpskr pif.

Larry. Yeah, Larry.

Larry.

Okay. Do you remember him?

I do. He came up to me
right before the dinner,

said that he had misplaced his
card, so I made him a new one.

This looks... great.

He was nice.

Yeah. I mean, you obviously
can't really tell from that,

but I think that's him.

Yeah, I think. You should talk to
Ms. Cannon though. She saw him too.

Yeah. I thought he was a contract
Butler. But Nick told me he was a guest.

Who?

The guy looking up at the ceiling.

No, he is a guest. I wrote his card too.

- See him up close?
- Not at that point.

- Not at that point?
- I rode the elevator with him later.

- The elevator?
- Yes, ma'am.

On my way back up to Ms. Cox's
room, he got on on the first floor.

- Where'd he get off?
- The second floor.

I thought it was unusual, too,

but honestly, I had a
lot going on at that point.

Sure it was him?

Course not. But it was
someone I didn't recognize,

and it is something about
the top of his head here.

- I don't know. I was fucked up.
- What time was that?

What time was I fucked up?

- The elevator.
- 9:30.

Maybe. I don't know.

I know rollie saw this guy too.

Yeah, he was sitting in the corner
there. He was with some of the Australians.

Lilly came and asked about him.
Said he wasn't on the seating chart.

But then Lilly had a lot of seating charts.

Does anyone recognize this man?

- What man? I just see an ear.
- Don't look at the ear.

- Don't look at the ear?
- Look at the nose.

Is it one of those things
where you see a rabbit and

no. Anyone?

I remember him. He
was next to me at dinner.

He was odd. Didn't say much.
Tried to engage him in conversation.

- Did he tell you his name?
- No.

- Anything about what he did?
- No.

- Where he lived?
- No.

Who was on the other
side if you remember?

I do. It was Mr. Bing.

Walpole bing.

The Australian industrialist.

Exactly. And one of Harry
hollinger's best friends, apparently.

Can't rule out North Korea.

- It's time to make a deal.
- A deal?

You just tell me what you want, and
we stop talking about all this. Okay?

What you really want.

You want to abolish
housing or labor or education?

We'll get that done. And I
don't just mean the departments.

I mean, like, education.
As a concept. Done. Gone.

You want to buy Greenland or Hungary
or frack directly under San Francisco?

- Fine. I don't care.
- And what do you get out of this deal?

What do I get?

I get to stop hearing about
things like "the third man."

I get the pleasure of
preserving the respect

and integrity of one of our
most important civic institutions.

I get Harry hollinger off my ass.

And you're from Colorado, so...
maybe I get a condo in Aspen.

I have everything I want right now.

Come on.

What do you think
happened here, honestly?

Honestly?

I think a.B. Wynter overheard
walpole bing, Harry hollinger,

and Oliver root hatching a plan to
strike an illegal deal with North Korea.

And I think after Harry
hollinger yelled at him,

wynter decided to report it.
And I think Harry knew that

and I think the three of
them brought in an assassin

to kill wynter on the
night of the state dinner.

And I think that assassin

is the third man.

That is completely insane.

It's only insane if it isn't true.

Actually, it's insane either way.

No deal, Aaron.

Blood on the second floor.

Shirley barking on the second
floor because of a stranger.

A disputed call to secret
service to clear the second floor.

I didn't call anyone.

He called at 9:22 P.M.

A man Sheila does not
recognize on the second floor

who snuck into the party undetected

and left just as the house
was being shut down.

A man... a third man, the third man...
who was seated next to walpole bing.

- Is that a mustard sauce?
- Yes. Last one.

I have a... mackerel with peppers.

- Where are you going with this?
- Don't know. Won't know until I get there.

What do you want to do?

I wanna find the third man.

- Why?
- Wh... are these real questions?

- Is he a suspect?
- I don't have any suspects.

- Why don't you stick to the lead?
- This is the lead.

This is not the lead. This
is another... excursion.

You have leads. You
have so many leads.

This is what I'm doing.

If you want to sit around and count
leads or whatever it is you're doing,

you should definitely do that.

That would actually be
a better use of your time

than you following me around
and eating my mackerel.

Your mackerel's disgusting.

Watch it. I'll put up with a lot,

but I'm not gonna have you
talk that way about tinned fish.

I'm trying to protect you.

I have lived a full and rich life.

I have met many colorful characters
and endured many exceedingly stupid men,

but that might be the most
ridiculous thing I have ever heard.

I'm gonna write it down.

I didn't mean it like that. I
meant they are going to say no.

You underestimate my
powers of persuasion.

- No.
- No.

Well... We have a
saying in the park service.

When you see a moose... no. Stop.

What the fuck? Moose?

Don't say moose! You're a no. He's a no.

This has gone way
too far, detective cupp.

Repeatedly questioning the staff,
re-interviewing the first gentleman,

and at least insinuating
that he might be lying?

- Suggesting Tripp Morgan is involved?
- Well...

Now you want to pursue some
mystery man, "the third man,"

that's going to reveal an even
more egregious security breach?

Is that what you're asking?

You wanna hunt this guy down?

- Yes.
- No.

I need a little more time.

Can you guarantee me this
won't implicate any of us?

- What do you mean by us?
- Australians.

What do you mean by implicate?

I can't do it.

No, I can't do it.

Especially if this might
involve walpole bing.

That man is scary.

I've heard he's had people killed.

You see the problem here, right?

I hope you understand.

And that you can, you
know... Keep our secret.

Of course.

I know you hope that.

He fucked the chef.

What?

No. No, no, no.

I... I... I don't think so.

Detective cupp, I gave you
time when you asked for it.

I kept an entire state dinner
at the white house overnight.

But we have to have
some resolution here.

The white house chef?

Yes.

- Marvella?
- Yes.

There is no resolution, Mr. President.

- Not yet. This is an open investigation.
- What do you have?

But if you are saying that you don't
want me to pursue this right now,

I'll say respectfully that is a mistake.

- But I can keep going on other fronts...
- what do you have?

Is your software glitching?
Because you keep asking me

I'm not asking you. I'm asking him.

What do you have? You
two have been at this all night.

What solid evidence do you
have that this is a homicide

and not a suicide that would justify
keeping this investigation open?

Nothing... director glick.

We have nothing. Nothing definitive.

Listen... there's
clearly a lot of crazy shit

that's happened here
tonight, and before tonight,

and if I was in charge of this
place, after all of this is done,

I would seriously consider some
good team-building exercises.

A retreat or something. I say
that respectfully, Mr. President.

But for all the erratic behavior

and inconsistent statements
and fabulous clues

detective cupp has uncovered
tonight, what does it all add up to?

Is there any coherent theory of
the case? If so, I haven't heard it.

Did Tripp Morgan, didier gotthard,

Sheila Cannon, Harry hollinger,

walpole bing, David rylance,

marvella, and the third man all kill
a.B. Wynter together, but separately?

In three different rooms,
on two different floors,

with four different weapons,
for eight different reasons?

Look, the one thing we do know is

detective cupp can't
account for the suicide note,

which she says is indisputably
a note in his own hand.

I think detective cupp was right
not to jump to any conclusions,

to talk to some people, and we
should be grateful she pushed to do it.

But to answer your question
as directly as possible,

what do we have?

I still think we have a suicide.

- Thank you.
- Okay. All right. Guys, please.

Edwin. My name is Edwin.

Detective cupp?

Yes?

Sorry.

Cordelia. My name is cordelia.

Are we... going around
and saying our names?

Do you have a
response to what he said?

Well, I didn't catch all of it,
but I obviously spoke too soon

in saying the last stupid thing he said
was the stupidest thing I ever heard.

But, luckily, I don't report to him.

Or him.

Or him.

Or you, Mr. President. Respectfully.

I report to one man and one man only

chief dokes.

I think we can find this
guy with mpd resources.

I have plenty of people I can call on.

I don't need to talk to
anyone here anymore tonight.

But once we track him down...

Yeah? Once we track him down?

- What does this mean for you?
- What does what mean for me?

If we keep going?

For me?

Mpd will come under
the microscope by the FBI.

The department of homeland
security. The national park service.

The national weather service. The
bureau of weights and measures.

They'll exert pressure
in every way they can.

I've had a few colonoscopies.

Now I'll have another.

It means I'll be gone.

But I'm soon to be gone anyway.

I'll do anything for you,
cordelia. You know that.

Tell me what you want me to do.

You wanna fight these
fuckers? Let's fight.

I was really hoping for a saw-whet owl,

17 out of 93 ain't bad.

- Cordelia.
- Call it.

- Cordelia.
- No.

If it means you'll be
gone, I'm not doing it.

Call it.

- And that was it?
- That was it. She left.

- We have to bring him in.
- Bring who in?

- The third man!
- Bring him in? How?

I don't know where he
is. I don't know who he is.

And also: I don't want
to fucking bring him in.

This is over. I offered to get
you out of this with something.

Now, here we are. Here... you are.

- With nothing.
- Take the deal, margery.

That's what we do.

As you sit here today, agent park,

do you stand by your
conclusion that this was a suicide?

I believe I fairly summarized
the evidence we had at that point

that suggested suicide was
Mr. Wynter's likely cause of death.

Where is senator bix?

The mpd concluded its investigation

into the death of Mr. Wynter
that day. Is that correct?

That is correct.

And the mpd concluded that
Mr. Wynter likely died by suicide.

That was the official
statement by the mpd.

And do you stand by that?

That was the official
statement by the mpd.

Well, this has obviously been a case
with a lot of unusual circumstances,

but, we've had a full hearing
for the American people,

and on behalf of the members
of the committee, we thank you.

Sir, we found senator bix.

They told me to stop talking about this.

They begged me to stop.

They said, we'll give
you whatever you want.

But I only ever wanted one thing.

The truth. I want you to hear the truth.

So I am asking the third
man, whoever you are:

Come forward. Come forward now.

Contact my office.

We will give you immunity.

Come and testify before this committee.

Tell your story!

Is it cool if I step down?

Sure.

Harry.

Harry. Harry.

It is never going to happen, okay? Never.

Don't say never.

Never. Nobody knows who he is.

Nobody has any way
of knowing who he is,

he's not gonna come
forward on his own,

and even if he did, which
he won't, he will not testify,

because the only way he
would testify is if he had immunity

and we're not going to
give him immunity. Okay?

Never.

Don't worry.

Please state your name for the record.

Patrick do be.

Dramatic developments on
capitol hill as Patrick do be,

the man known only as "the third man..."

Fuck!

Is set to testify before congress

about the mysterious death of
white house chief Usher a.B. Wynter.

Mr. Doumbe was identified by
customers at Louie's oyster house

in rocklin, Maryland,
late Tuesday afternoon

and quickly reached agreement to testify

after the committee
granted him full immunity.

Now, little is known about Mr. Doumbe,
a medical device sales manager,

although for weeks, his
role in Mr. Wynter's death

has been the subject
of intense speculation.

Mr. Doumbe, we are advised
that you have an opening statement.

"Mr. Chairman, distinguished senators,

the American people."

"I am grateful for this
opportunity to tell my story."

"Not through the press
and not through my lawyers,

but from me directly."

"I know there has
been a lot of speculation"

about my role in the tragic
events at the white house

"on the night of the
Australian state dinner."

"I am here to set the record straight."

"I speak of my own free will,

and everything I will
say here today is mine."

"My thoughts. My words. My story."

"Now is the time to show some emotion."

"Don't look angry,

but make clear that you don't
like being accused of something."

"Make your face tight
and, if you can make it red,

that would be great."

"You can also pound the table."

Well, okay.

Thank you for that, Mr. Doumbe.

Thank you very much. I'd like to
start by asking what you do for a living.

I work in sales and marketing
for a medical device company.

Can I say which one?

It's not necessary, but if you
would like to, please go ahead.

I don't recall.

Okay.

Could you tell us a little about...
Your background... Mr. Doumbe?

I have no recollection of that, senator.

You... you have no
recollection of your background?

On the advice of counsel, I assert,

my fifth amendment privilege.

I know the American people are
eager to hear about your experience

on the night of the state dinner,
so perhaps we could go right to that.

Yeah, sure. Well, that was great!

Yeah, crazy story.

So, that night,

I had attended a medical
sales gala downtown,

and I was walking
back to my Metro station,

and I saw this big group
in the St. Regis hotel.

These guys were all
wearing black tie, like me.

So I decided... I don't know,
stop in, you know? Tip one back.

Now, I did not know
this when I went in there,

but all these guys

were Australian.

It was very entertaining.

I kept thinking they were
gonna start wrestling crocodiles.

Well, anyway, about an hour
goes by, and they all got up to leave.

And the bartender comes over to
me and says, "we gotta settle up."

I said, "I'm not with those
guys," and I could see though

that he was thinking I
was trying to skip out on it.

So I call out after these guys.

But like I said before, they're Australian.

So they were pretty drunk,
and they didn't really care.

So I go out after them.

Now, when I get outside,

I see they're all getting into
this big Mercedes sprinter Van.

And there was a guy saying, "let's go."
And I see the bartender looking at me.

I just figured, let's get
the hell out of there, right?

So I got in the Van with them.

I did not know where we were going.

But all of a sudden, we just
turned right into the white house.

Well, I was getting a little panicky
because I didn't wanna get in trouble.

But when we pulled up,
everybody just got out

and was ushered directly inside.

I heard someone say that we
were pre-screened. And that was it.

Now, when we got inside, I
mean, it was really quite a party.

I had a drink. I went through a line.

I met the president and Hugh Jackman.

Now, I had to decide at that point

if I was gonna try and
fake an Australian accent.

I didn't feel that confident about it.

I can't hear a word
you're saying, mate, sorry.

That's okay.

I kept pretty quiet.
Would you like to hear it?

What?

- My Australian accent.
- No.

Hello. Do you know the way
to the Sydney opera house?

I practiced that.

Okay.

I like Keith urban, too.

Okay, let's move on.

After a while, everybody started
moving into the dining room,

which made me nervous
'cause I didn't know where to sit.

But I got a name card from this fella.

Nice guy, but he
seemed a little... nervous

or something. I told him the name Larry.

But he wrote fgwlpskr pif.

I found a seat near the
back with some Australians.

Which felt right, because I
really felt like I was one of 'em.

I'm hoping to go next year.

At some point, Mr. Doumbe,
did you go upstairs?

Yes, I did. Thank you for asking.
That was very interesting too.

So everyone moved into
the east room for the show,

which was great!

And after that, I had to...

Tinkle?

So I asked someone where the bathroom
was, and he pointed me down the hall.

But I must've gone the wrong way.

Because I ended up in this
little alcove area with an elevator.

I thought to myself, maybe
there's no bathrooms on this floor.

So I got in the elevator, and
there was a woman in there.

So I tried to ask her about the
bathrooms, but I think maybe she was...

So I got off on the second floor,

and... it was very quiet.

I went into a room down the hall,

and that's when I kind of realized
I really wasn't in the right place.

It looked like it was maybe a bedroom?

And then I was
attacked by a vicious dog.

So, now I'm in the next
room. It's like a living room.

And at that point, I just... I called my
mom because it was all just so crazy.

Your mom?

Well, it's my aunt, but I call her mom.

She's not my actual aunt.

And after that?

After that.

I just left.

You... you left the party early?

Yes, sir. I was pretty beat.

So I just walked back down the stairs,

and when everybody
went to the next room,

I walked out the front.

You walked out the
front of the white house?

Yes, sir.

And nobody stopped you?

No, sir.

Well, that's that.

It was a really fun time.

Bullshit!

No, it was.

Bullshit!

- Senator.
- What about walpole bing?

- Who?
- "Who"? Harry hollinger!

- Senator bix.
- I'm sorry, I don't

my god! They got to
him! They got to you!

- Senator!
- This is not the third man!

Who is this person?

- Who is he?
- Do we have an FBI report on him?

- What is his name?
- His name is Patrick do be.

- Come on!
- That is not his name. Patrick do be?

Harry hollinger is behind
this. This is all part of his plan.

He set this guy up. He is a stooge.

Your phone is ringing.

Hello?

Okay.

Yep.

What did you say your name was?

And let me tell you something,
this "detective" cordelia cupp?

Isn't it convenient that she's not here?

Why isn't she here?

Why isn't she sitting there
instead of Patrick do be?

You wanted him to testify.

This is your witness.
You gave him immunity.

He came in here, he told the truth.

And now you don't like it.

This detective, cordelia cupp,

she runs this bungled investigation
just to confuse everyone.

- Throws up all this smoke.
- Senator bix.

- And then, boom!
- Senator!

Conveniently disappears.

- Fuck!
- She's a fraud!

And I always knew
she was a fraud. I said...

Where is she?

- Hello?
- It's detective cupp.

Sorry, what? I can't hear you.

- Cupp.
- Who is this?

I can't speak louder because of the birds.

I'm going to scare the antpitta.

Who? How did you get this number?

It's me, detective cupp.

- Detective cupp?
- Yes. I have to be quiet.

Where are you?

You know where I am. Where are you?

I'm at work.

- Do you work for the railroads now?
- I'm a field agent. I'm in the field.

Does the field have a
train on it with lots of kids?

No.

I need your help. Are
you watching the hearings?

What hearings?

Shut up. You're watching.

We're just getting started, senator.

- I need you to contact someone.
- No. Who?

Right now. Okay?

- I can't get involved in this.
- Then why did you send me the viasat?

I just thought you might wanna know

what was going on with this
congressional investigation.

Listen, I'm sorry. About what happened.

That's not an apology.

I'm sorry about what I said that night.

- I still think we have a suicide.
- Thank you.

What I did. I was frustrated,
and you were mean to me,

and they were bringing pressure on me.

Stop whining. I don't care.

If you're sorry, help me.
Here's what I need you to do.

Senator, this is coming
directly from detective cupp.

- Do not let do be leave.
- You have a few more questions.

Please ask everything exactly
as I write it. Word for word.

Mr. Doumbe, I have
a few more questions.

The hearing is over, senator.

No, no, it's okay. No, it's okay.

You testified that after you
came down off the second floor,

you walked out the front
door of the white house.

Yes, sir.

That's not true, is it?

We are prepared to hear testimony

that on the night of the state dinner,

the north portico of the white house
was under surveillance the entire evening,

and at no point were you
seen walking out the front door.

No, I didn't see anything.

So, with that in mind, Mr. Doumbe,

and I want to remind you
that you are under oath

and that your immunity agreement
does not protect you from false testimony,

let me ask you again:

Did you leave out the front
door of the white house?

No.

I did not leave out the
front door of the white house.

Holy shit!

Dad!

How did you leave the
white house, Mr. Doumbe?

When I came out of that
room, that living room...

Mwah.

I saw someone.

On the second floor?

- Yes.
- Did you recognize this person?

No.

Was it a secret service agent?

- No.
- What the fuck?

Did he say anything?

Not at first.

At first, we just... stared at each other.

Then he walked over to me

and said that I needed to get out of there,

that it was important for both of us.

And he told me that he
would get me out of the house.

He walked me to the staff
elevator at the far end of the hallway

and told me to get off
in the staff break room

and walk immediately to my
right and across the basement,

go through two doors, then up the stairs,

and out the east side of the
house. And onto the street.

- And that's exactly what I did.
- This man. What did he look like?

He was a... big guy.

- How big?
- I don't know. Bigger than me.

No, no, no, stop him! This isn't
it. These are the wrong questions.

Okay, okay, tell me.

Hair color?

I don't know, brown?

Sir.

Mr. Doumbe. You said
this man in the hallway

told you that you
needed to get out of there.

Why did he say that?

I don't know.

What did you see in that
hallway, Mr. Doumbe?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

When I came out of the living
room, I looked down the hallway,

and I saw him dragging a
body out of the yellow oval room.

Holy shit.

We have to go. Now!