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-Good morning. I'm Tracy Savage
with Wake Up, LA.

This morning,
Vice President Davis is back

in Southern California.

What's on the VP's
agenda today,
Marty?

-The vice president
has a packed schedule

while he's here.

The first event is a rally
inside City Hall.

The second is this
Hollywood fundraiser gala

where some of the biggest
celebrities in town

will be there supporting him

and the president in their push
for a cleaner, greener economy.

-I don't remember the
homeless problem being this bad.

-Yeah. Pretty tough situation
on everybody.

City's doing best they can.

-They've spent
like 22 million so far

and only moved like 18 people.

-I heard DC is pretty bad, too.

That's where you're based now,
right?

-Going on two weeks.

They yanked me out of London,

and I was just starting
to like it too.

Had my bike.
You know, loop around the canal.

What can you do when Mercury 2
asks for you personally?

Oh, you were invited personally?

Look at you, Mr. Favorite One.

Definitely not the favorite.

Just... right place,
right time, I guess.

-Is that what I think it is?

-Damn, this could be
more stressful

than the POTUS detail, huh?

-Why is that?

-Shit, think about it.

I mean, we do the same job,

way more engagements,
with half the staff,

half the support, and--

- Half the pay.

-Exactly.

-Hold it.

Go.

- Special Agent Owens.
ETA, three minutes.

Prepare for the exchange.

We'll have 30 seconds.

-Hey! Go back! Get back!

You can't be here.

Turn around!
Turn around!

Turn--!

What the hell is that?

- Suspect, left side.

- It's an attack.
- Move it!

- Go, go, go.
- Watch out!

- What was that?
- Call it in.

- ...all stations.

Officer down.

- Mercury 2 under attack.
Relocation.

Need air support.

-It's a professional hit.

- We gotta get off
the!

-What are you doing?
Drive!

-Jackson! Jackson!

- Reeves!

- Stay with me.
Hold on.

- Take it. Take it.

You have to take it.

-Huh?

- Get up. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

I know it hurts.

Come on.

- Ugh! Fuck!

- Engage!.

- Where is he,
God damn it?

- Get out of here.
- He's not here.

She doesn't have it. Check him.

Cops are 30 seconds out.

Fuck!

-We have breaking news
to report.

Multiple explosions have rocked
the downtown Los Angeles area.

Unconfirmed reports say that
the vice president's motorcade

was at the center
of these attacks,

with a secondary explosion
right near LA City Hall.

A chemical substance
may have been deployed

at this City Hall attack.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Whoa.

-I need your phone.

- What?

- Please.
- Hey.

What's going on?

- Thank you.
- Hey.

RNGR1, heading downtown,

approaching Concert Hall.
Wilson and Grant.

ETA, one minute out.
Multiple explosions.

Vice president's motorcade.
En route to 110 freeway.

Identification.

-45759 Charlie.

-Connecting.

-Choi, it's General Marshall.
What's going on?

We've got reports.

-Our motorcade was ambushed.

High-grade explosives,

high-grade ops.

Well thought out,
well executed.

Cadillac One is intact,
but we've been split.

-Where?
Jackson with you?

-We are down one

permanently.

Our driver was involved.
They shot him.

They killed Pearson,
and they nearly got me too.

-Jesus.

Jackson was carrying
the football.

-I got it.

But I'm all alone out here.

-We're initializing protocol.

Whiskey Mike Delta.

It's on.

-What the fuck?

Where do I go?
What do I do?

-All agents downtown are ordered
to the nearest safe house.

-Jesus. I need an extraction,
not a safe house.

-Go to 22404 Wilshire Boulevard.

Shelter until further notice.

and keep it safe.

Call me from a secure line
once you get there.

And Choi... don't trust anyone.

-Roger.

-Housekeeping.

- This is control.

What's the authorization
for Safe House 5102?

-This is Anderson.

Today's code is...
Shit.

Ho--hold on.

- Authorization
for Safe House 5102?

-Yes, I hear you.

Today's code is Tango Charlie
Romeo Romeo Five.

-Authorization accepted
for safe house 5102.

- We have initiated
a shelter in place order.

It's a Whiskey Mike Delta
situation.

WMD.

That's weapon
of mass destruction.

-Please prepare
for three walk-ins.

Proceed as planned.

- Key code.

-Washington.

Understood.

-Housekeeping.

-Tango Charlie
Romeo Romeo Five.

- A--a--again.

-Tango Charlie
Romeo Romeo Five.

-Key code.
I--I need the key code.

-What?

-It's Washington.

Hurry,
we've got an injury here.

- Wa--Washington.

-Copy.

-Okay.

You got this.

- Things are moving very quickly

in Washington, DC.

The White House is reporting
that the president

has been moved
to a secure location.

Back here on the West Coast,

the LAPD has already evacuated
most of the residents

and the workers
from the downtown LA area.

We're going to go live now
to Skye Matthews,

who is reporting
from the perimeter--

-He's hurt.

-Hey, hey, hey.

Hey. Easy.

The bedroom's upstairs.

You all right?

-I need a secured phone line.

-Jesus. Careful.

What happened?

-Waiting outside City Hall
for the Mercury 2.

There was an explosion,
some type of chemical.

- Chemical?

-Do you have a sniffer?

-Yeah.

-CS gas.

-Non-lethal.

I've seen it in action before.

I know the signs.

I was upwind,
but he got the brunt of it.

The more time I spend here
explaining this,

the worse he gets.

I need a med kit.

-Um...um...

- Where?

-The fridge.

-Come on,
keep pounding it.

That's it, flush it out.

We're fine here.
Go answer it.

It's okay.

-What are you waiting for?

I was only told three guests.

- Authorization.

- Tango Charlie
Romeo Romeo Five!

-Key code?

- Washington.

Come on.

-Come on.

-There's a new walk-in coming.

-You were at City Hall?

-Wait, where were you?
Were you at the motorcade?

-Yeah.

-I'm okay. Go.

-Hands in the air.

Whoa, whoa.
Nope, nope,

Don't move. Don't move.

-I'm Anderson.

I'm the housekeeper here.

-I just almost got my ass
blown apart.

-Lower your gun.

-I went through hell out there.

-We all did.

Listen, I know we're all
as scared as you are.

I am not scared.

I'm dialed in.

Anyone should be scared,
it's whoever just attacked us,

and until I know exactly
who they are...

and who you are...

I'm keeping my gun up.

-Put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

-How did you get in here?

- Used my own clearance.

- Who the hell are you?

-Halton Langley.

-Sorello, Homeland Security.
Show me your credentials.

-Lower your gun and I will.

And since when is a revolver
standard at Homeland Security?

-Nothing about today
has been standard.

-Well, I'd like to finish
the day without getting shot.

You?

See how easy things are
when you just talk to people?

-Anderson. Housekeeping.

-Who are our guests?

-Mia Owens, DoD.

My partner, Reeves,
is injured.

He's upstairs.

-Choi.

I heard you were part
of the Mercury 2 detail.

-What is that?

-Vice president.

-Just you running this house,
Anderson?

- Yes, sir.
- Tough job by yourself.

I spent time in this space
back in the day.

Do we have comms?

- Secured.

-Yeah.
What about those windows?

-They're one-way glass.

-Like the kid said,
one-way glass.

Bulletproof.

-What are you looking at? Huh?

Hey. He's not our problem.

- You running point.

-I'm not even here, man.

-All right.
I'm calling rank.

-I need to get
to a secured phone line. Now.

-Follow me.

-Halton.
I need to go check on Reeves.

-Let me look at him.

-Alone.

-Sure.

-Close the door.

- Identification?

-Choi.
Pass code 45759.

For Marshall,
pass code 20112.

Screen clearance. Stand by.

Agent Choi,
am I glad to see you.

-Any new intel?

-Well, we have
two simultaneous attacks.

Don't know the body count yet.

The early estimates
could be in the hundreds.

We have a team tracking
a possible remote detonation

from the City Hall attack.

-Mercury 2?

-Airborne until we know more.

Are there any other agents
in the house?

-Yes.

There's one from our unit.

Two from Langley.

One from DoD

and some trigger-happy
son of a bitch from Homeland.

-Don't tell any of them
what you have.

We'll get a team to you soon.

Stay strong, son.

-Yes, sir.

-He seems fine.

Lucky it was CS, not sarin.

How are you?

-A little better.

I should have been
more diligent.

-Hey.
No one saw this coming.

-Don't beat yourself up.

Just follow protocol and we'll
get out of this safely.

- Authorization
for Safe House 5102.

-Tango Charlie
Romeo Romeo Five.

You're on speaker.

We currently have five guests
in the house.

One agent's in recovery.

-Housekeeper,
can you repeat?

Did you say five guests?

- Yes, sir.

-Agent Choi here.
Is there any intel on

when the shelter in place order
will be lifted?

- All agents are
to follow protocol.

-Everyone?

-All agents are
to follow protocol.

-Command, this is Halton.

I'm running point.

Is there any indication
when the order will be lifted?

- No, none.

LAPD and the National Guard
are mobilized evacuating

a two-mile radius of the
affected area as we speak.

-So you're saying
we're stuck here.

- That's affirmative.

-That's fucking great.

-Halton,
can you pick up the handset?

We have new intel
we need to discuss.

-I'm here.

Can you say that again?

Command, that is highly--

-Command?

Hello?

-System override.

It's a remote lockdown.

-They're locking us in here.

- Fuck. Go.

- Get to the door!

It's the door.

- Go. Come on.
Pull. Pull.

-They cut the power.

The door's locked.

There's no way in or out.

- Ugh!
- Shit.

-What did he say?

What did he say?

-How do we lose power if some
of these lights are still up?

-Battery backups.

Doesn't take much
to power a bulb.

-Any other exits?
-It's a safe house.

How many exits you think
it's gonna have?

- There's no signal.

-They jammed it.

Fucking protocol.

-It's like they think
we're the enemy.

-They think we're the enemy.

-What the fuck does that mean?

-Command traced
the detonator signal

from today's attacks to here.

They think one of us
is the bomber.

-Wait, wait.

Why would the bomber
keep the detonator on them?

-To set off the next bomb.

- We're all detained
until one of us surrenders.

-You believe that?

-They traced the signal here.

-Well, I was shot at.

-Yeah, so were we.

-I've been here the whole time.

You can--
you can check the cameras.

-That's pretty convenient
for you, ain't it?

The power's out,
so we can't check them, can we?

-I'm just putting my cards
on the table, too.

-And maybe that's something
we should all do.

What the fuck were you
on the line about?

-No,
that's above your pay grade.

-You're hiding something.

-That's my business, not yours.

-Look, they said
the detonator is still here.

I mean, we can search the place,
right?

-Detonator could be the size
of a dime.

-Yeah,
and where does that leave us?

- I don't know.

You want to start
shooting folks?

-Start with him.
-Oh.

No, you do not want to be
pushing my buttons right now.

You are hiding something,

and we deserve to know
what it is before we get killed.

-Trust me, if I was the enemy,
you would all be dead by now.

-I miss anything?

- Choi.

-Like I said.

-I don't want to catch anybody
in a room alone.

Got it?

-No terror group
has claimed responsibility

for these well-coordinated,
precisely calculated attacks.

First responders on the scene
have confirmed

that a chemical agent was used
at the City Hall attack.

-Across the street,

I am seeing officers getting
suited up in hazmat suits,

- and multiple bomb
squads have been dispatched

to continue looking
for more devices.

Police are sifting through
the aftermath and searching

for any additional explosives.

Your pupils look better.

-Ahh. Yeah.

Everything's still blurry,
though.

Look, this is nuts.

We're under a shelter in
place order from a WMD thread.

We've got no power.

-Yeah, we're screwed here.

What do you remember?

-I remember waking up.

And both of us being nervous
about this assignment.

The quiet ride to Mercury 2.

And then I remember you
taking a phone call

and splitting away
from the group.

And then...

I turned around and gas
was just spraying everywhere.

Then everything else
is just a blur.

But I remember your voice.

- Come on, Reeves.
Let's go.

I got you.

-And then we were here.

-I could have lost you.

-Hey, I'm alive.

I'm here, and you're here.

You still a fighter?

-Always.

-You still got it?

-Hey. Halton wanted me to tell--

Yeah.

-Yeah. I kept it safe.

-Okay. That was
a targeted attack,

which means they must have known
why we were there.

-It was classified.

We gotta tell the others.

-No.

-Hey. Hey.
I know it's dangerous.

-Are you sure?

- No. Not at all.

But if we are being hunted,

then we're gonna need allies
in the room.

-God forbid this gets any worse.

We both nearly died today.

-Me too.

-I know we're all
under suspicion.

This is my first time back
in the field after three years.

I work in development,

at the Department of Defense
Special Projects.

- The what?

-It's the DoD creative arm.

-I'm a developer,
and Reeves

is my associate
in the Secret Service.

-So you're Q and he's Bond.

-We've been working together
for the past nine months

on a new assignment.

We were here in Los Angeles
to deliver it to Mercury 2.

- That's why you were
outside City Hall?

-We were to deliver
special project

code name C49.

The case got damaged.

-What is that?
A monocular?

-This one can only be
activated by my ID.

One of my eyes.

We were to deliver it today
to the Mercury 2.

To lock it to him.

-It's got a built-in fail-safe
in case the subject dies too.

-If I were dead,
this device would recognize

that my pupils were mid-dilated.

Cadaveric position.

-So it's a device
that protects itself,

but not the user.

What the hell does it do?

-We're not authorized--
-Bullshit. What the hell--

-We're not authorized
to reveal that.

But if this is
what they're after,

we're gonna need your help
to keep it safe.

-This device stays
between me and Reeves

and no one else.

- That went well.

-We had to withhold some things.

That's the business.

We told them enough
to get them off our backs.

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Go keep an eye on them,

especially that prick
from Homeland.

-It's time for you
to level with me.

-Listen,
I appreciate our past.

-I do.
-Appreciate it?

You need to remember it.

I ran the Moscow corridor
when you were still pretty new.

I extracted a Soviet asset
to this same safe house.

Everyone's day is going to get
a lot more complicated

if we don't work together.

-Do you have a question, Halton?

-Choi, if I were you,
I would not make me the enemy.

You're going to get us
all killed.

-I'm trying to save you all.

-God damn it, Choi.

-What's the problem?

He finally tell you he's working
with the North Koreans?

Yeah.

-I'm Chinese American,
you fucking idiot.

-Doesn't make me feel
any better.

Hey, come on, Sorello.

-No, it's fine.

You want to do this?
We could do this.

-Yeah, I'd love to.
-Yeah?

You paranoid fuck.

In this house, you are the
bottom of the food chain.

Nobody here knows
who the fuck you are,

-why you're here,
- I have every right to know

-You could be some--
-what's going on here.

In fact, it's my job to know.

And if you think for one second
that I'm gonna wait

until someone shoots me
in the back of the fucking head

over whatever it is
that you're keeping secret,

you got another think coming.

-I can guarantee you,
no one will shoot you

in the back of the head.

-This isn't the time
to be holding back intel.

-It's not the time
to be sharing intel either.

I gave you your
one warning earlier.

And this is your warning.

- Yeah?
- Guys.

-Come clean now.

-There's someone at the window!

- Cover.
- Go!

- Shit.

- Owens, move!

- No, no.

-Bridge, bridge.

-Mag.

- Get down.

- ,
watch out.

-Reeves. Reeves.

Come on.

No, no, look at me.

Look at me, please.

No, no, no, no.
No, no.

Come on.

Oh, my...come on.

Don't leave me.

Please.

-Clear.

-Now we're clear.

-Oh.

What the hell was that?

-Can we get a sheet
for him or something?

- The ropes are gone.

That's how they got away.

-Hey. In here.

-Oh, come on.
How did this happen?

- I shot the guy
in the head.

He must have blown up.

- The guy that Choi
chucked out the window,

he exploded too.

And the other one escaped.

- RPG! Watch out.

Incoming.

- Exit fire!

- Context right.

- Move it. Move it.

Cover me.

- Garcia!

- Ugh, I'm hit!

-You know what
I'm trying to figure out?

If one of us is the bomber,

then why were we just attacked?

-How is that thing still on?

-It's got a backup battery.

-Lot of medicine inside.
Keeps it fresh.

-Medicine?
You got quick clot in here?

- Yeah.

The left-hand side.

-I thought these windows
were bulletproof.

-Bulletproof,
not explosive proof.

-Never seen the street so empty.

-Yeah, that's what happens
when you evacuate a city.

- Downtown
Los Angeles has been evacuated.

Downtown jurisdiction.

- By order of the governor,

martial law has been declared

for Los Angeles
and its surrounding cities.

With risk of any
ongoing threats
and use of chemical weapons,

it has become
a quarantine zone.

To ensure safety,

all residents in the immediate
and surrounding areas

have been successfully
evacuated

while the investigation
continues.

-Are you sure you want
to do that?

-He hasn't blown up yet.
I reckon we'll be fine.

-BOOM!

They don't even bother
hiding their faces.

-When you're wearing
a dead trigger,

it doesn't matter who sees you.

-Anyone recognize him?

-He's dead.

Why did he not explode?

- The trigger mechanism
is toast.

-This is some
guerrilla warfare shit.

The moment his heart stops,
boom.

-Anything on him?

-He's clean.

Minus, of course,
the block of C4 up his ass.

-You see anything
on that tablet?

-I don't remember.
It all happened so fast, and...

-You work in development,
and the best you've got is,

"I don't know,
it all happened so--"

-There were explosions,
so forgive me

if I'm a little fuzzy
on the details.

-Those details
got your partner killed.

-Fuck you, Choi!

I'm not the one
holding back intel.

They seem more interested
in you.

-Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.

-Don't!

You don't want to do that.

-Just let her go, man.
-Stay out of this.

-Okay.
I'm just saying,

that the only way
we're gonna get through this

is if we work together.

-One more fucking move,
I dare you.

-I fucking--
-Choi, let him up!

dare you.

-That was my last warning
to everyone here.

-Don't be such a pussy.

-I'm not.
-Well, let me finish.

-I'm sorry...
about your partner.

- I wish
I could have done more.

-Is that the first time
you lost someone?

-I served a tour in Iraq
before I joined the DoD.

Put my degree to use.

You serve too?

-The Marines.

-How the hell did you
get away with that?

-Don't ask.

-Rangers.

-No shit.

-For a while, anyway.

I was in Iraq, and my platoon
was hit with an IED.

Same old crap.
You've heard it before.

-Tell me.

-Well,
our convoy was blown to shit,

and my second gunner,

Garcia,

I see him out the window
of the Humvee,

and he's what,
100 yards away,

and he's down.

So I left the convoy,

and I almost get to Garcia,

and then suddenly I feel this
burning in the side of my--

-You all right?

-I blacked out.

I thought I was dead.

A passing convoy
came by and saved us.

God, I couldn't save him.

-You can't save everyone.

I lost my sister,
too.

-When I came back,
I had the usual. Nightmares...

shortness of breath...
the thoughts...

Then I started working
in development tech

and I found a way
to busy my mind.

Busy my...

-You found a new passion.

-I found something
where I could save lives,

even my own.

What the hell is that?

- Go.

Holding room! Go!

- Oh, shit.

Okay, they must've hacked
into the system.

- Why?

What does that accomplish?

-Corner us to force us
to move.

I mean, look at where we are.

-We're fish in a...
-Barrel.

What is that?

- Get back.

- Storage room.

-It's screener smoke.

-Gotta move.
Cover your mouth.

Owens, come on.

- Cover the door .
- Let's go.

-I'll take the right flank.

-Anderson, wait.

- Got you.

- Oh, Jesus!

- Halton.

-He's alive.

Any explosives?

- All clear.

-Cuff him.

- Let's check the place.

They might still be here.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

-Here.

-Where the fuck did they go?

- In here.

- Shit.

-Give you a boost?

-I'll go.

Hold this.

-Be careful.

-Jesus, it's a trap.

It's enough Semtex to bring
down the whole building.

We're not getting out of here
anytime soon.

-Anderson, how the fuck
could you not hear

something happening
right above your head?

Huh?

That's your job,
to keep this place secure.

Exactly what is your job,
Sorello?

You still haven't told us
why you're even here.

-Homeland Security.

It's my job to make sure
that there's no terror threats

on public transportation.

Oh well, that sure worked out
for everyone.

-The only one that knows
anything is this asshole.

Let's wake him up
and get some answers.

-I want an agent posted
at the window.

Sorello, you're up.

-Why me?

Because you're the only one
who will shoot first

and ask questions later.

-Accelerant.

Don't worry. I'm only gonna
give him a couple of ccs.

More than enough
to make him talk.

-What the fuck, Sorello?

- What?

-Anderson,
you get on the windows.

Sorello, stay in here
until he wakes up.

-What am I,
a babysitter now?

-It's gonna be about five
to 10 minutes.

-Good.

I want to speak to him first.

-Hey, Halton,
this backup battery pack here.

I can remove it, right?

-I guess so.

-I think I can hook it up
to the electrical system

in the supply room.

-Great idea, Owens.

-I'll see what I can do.

-You know what?
My blood sugar's sinking.

Let me get some
of this pizza right here.

-It's a shame that bullet
just nicked him.

-Can't believe you right now.

-What? You want to order
DoorDash or somethin'?

Tell him to look for the guy
on the sidewalk

without a torso.

You've done this before.

-Yeah, done a bit
of electrical engineering

in my day.

- Hey guys, he's awake.

-Who are you?

Who are you?

What's the matter?

You don't understand English?

Hm?

Or maybe you just can't hear me?

-Struggle all you want.

You're not going anywhere.

So you do understand me.

Can you speak?

Can you speak?!

Maybe you'll talk a little
easier with fewer teeth.

Sorello.

-Who do you work for?

That's for all the people
you killed today.

-This one's personal.

- You want me
to break the other one?

You got nine more,
you fucking Russian fuck...

Who are you?

Don't test me.

I fucking dare you.

-This is protocol?

Huh?

Are you just gonna let
this happen?

- Oh, it's happening.

- Fucking cunt.

I got a little something
special
for you.

-Owens, say something.

-Go back to your post.

Who the fuck do you work for?

Talk.

Whoo! Whoo!

Come on!

-We gotta be better
than this.

-When you're back in the field,
you'll understand.

-I don't need to be
in the field

to understand
what's right and wrong.

Talk!

Can you feel that
you fucking toast.

What are you hiding?

-Halton, let me in.

- No.

-He's gonna kill him
before we get any actual intel.

- Fucking die,
you motherfucker.

Fucking die!

-Sorello. Take a break.

-You want some more?

-She said,
take a break, Sorello.

-He's real soft for you.

-Who are you?

-Nobody.

-Wrong answer.

-She's the good cop.

-Okay. Okay.

-My mission is my name.
My name is mission.

-What is your mission?

Any more planned attacks?

-You, Daniel Reeves,
Agent Choi, Anderson,

you are here for reason.

We couldn't finish
what we started at City Hall.

We separate you here
to contain you.

What's the American phrase?

Ah, yeah.
You're fish in barrel.

Even you,
Mia Angelica Owens.

Thirty-two.

Weapon specialist,

having fling with her partner,
Daniel Reeves.

Spent nine months on this case
only to watch your lover die.

-Kill him.

-You won't tell me? Fine.

How about I give you
the full fucking dose?

What are you planning?!

- Planning.

-Tell me!

-Poor girl,
it's already in motion.

You'll be with your lover
real soon.

-Motherfucker!

-This isn't about you.

This isn't about you!

-Owens!

You don't need to do this.

You don't need to do this.

-You can't save anyone.

-It's cyanide. It's cyanide!

It's cyanide. It's cyanide!

-You're already dead.

-What are you doing? Huh?

He was gonna talk.

- I was--

- He was talking.

Just trying to help.

-Trying to help?

- Sorello, check him.

Holy shit. It's armed.

-Anderson, you searched him.

-I must have been
moving too fast.

-Everybody out! Now!

-Okay. Okay.

I know what's going on here.

I figured it out.

I know who is working with them.

-Pu--put that away.

-Why would you run in there
just before she got him?

-She was gonna kill him.

-No,
he was about to sing.

-You don't--you don't know that.

You don't know
what she was gonna do.

-You. You're the one
that searched his body.

-All the other bodies blew up.

-You weren't supposed to be
in that room.

And you, the one that's all
calm, clear-headed, and quiet,

didn't hear what was going on
right above your fucking head.

-Answer the question.

-Are you kidding me?

We haven't heard a peep
from them

since they've been up there.

None of us have.

The Russian, he had you dead
to rights in that snow cloud,

and I saved you.

You would be dead
if it wasn't for me.

That fucker stabbed me
in the shoulder,

and you still don't trust me?

- Sorello, wait.

- I can't believe
it took me this long

to figure all of this out.

You're a fucking traitor.

-Look.

My name is Nathan Anderson.

I gave the warning that
they were outside the window.

I saved all of your lives.

But every--everyone thinks
that--that I'm the throwaway?

I'm the mistake?

That's what happens, right?

When you're a vet,
you just make some mistakes.

You're so eager to shoot
someone today?

Shoot me, motherfucker.

Shoot me!

-We're going to
start establishing

some goddamn order here.

-First, Sorello,
you're going to keep your gun

out of our faces.

Second, Owens,
take Anderson's gun.

Take him upstairs
and cuff him.

-You don't have to do this,
you know.

We both lost people
in the war.

I just couldn't handle it
as well as you.

-Don't make this about me.

-It's not.

It's about them.

They die, but...

they stay with us.

Their faces, their voices...

their last words.

They all stay with us.

-It's up to us to do better...

for them.

Sorello was right.

I nearly broke him.

-Choi. These terrorists,
or whoever they are,

know more about us than we do.
And all we know about them

is they're smuggling
fucking bombs on their backs.

It's time you told everyone
what we're really dealing with.

-People died today because--

-How many more people
have to die

before the end of this day?

-I'm not trying to find out.

-You want to save lives?
Start with us.

Tell them about the nukes.

-I fucking knew it.

-Look,
Reeves was right earlier.

God forbid something happens
to one of us.

They're going to need to know
what the hell is going on.

-Shit.

There are two active footballs
on this planet

that have
direct operational access

to America's nuclear arsenal.

One of them is with POTUS,

the other
with the vice president.

Earlier today,
when our motorcade was attacked,

the Secret Service agent
responsible for carrying this...

was killed,

and I took this from
him to keep it safe.

-I-is that--
is that what I think it is?

-It functions as a mobile hub
in our strategic defense system.

-How operational are we talking?

-Launch, detonation, recall.
All of it.

I mean, technically,
we can win World War Three

from our couch.

-What are all those
little red dots?

- Locations of every
missile silo in America.

-Okay, but we have safeguards,
right?

-Gold codes.

-Do you wanna know
what the hell this thing does?

-It generates gold codes.
-Are you serious?

I'm not even trained
to carry this thing.

-You were right
to hide it today.

-Why should we trust
either of you?

-They must have known
Reeves and I

were supposed to deliver this
to the VP today.

And when they failed, they used
our own backup protocol

against us to trap us here.

-None of this was a coincidence.

They've been playing us
all along.

-The VP wasn't the target.

We were.

Come on.

-No signal?
-No, nothing.

-Did you try the door?

-Yeah, I tried.

Okay. Looks like we're back
in business here.

-See if you can access
the footage

from the security cameras.

-When?

-Before we arrived.
The last 24 hours.

-I'm on it.

- Power's going up
in the surveillance room.

-Wow. At least one thing's
going right.

-There's still
no internet signal,

but we got a monitor.

- Ssssh.

What's that beeping?

-Is that coming from the door?

Huh?

-No.

They're outside!

-Keep searching,
no matter what.

Just make sure that decoder
doesn't fall into their hands.

- I'm on it.

- Ah, fuck!

-Go, go!

- Move it.

-Clear.

-Come on, come on, come on.

-Sorello.

-I can help you.
Go get the keys.

-Where were the keys?

-Keys on the shelf right there.

Get these cuffs off me, man.

-Get up. Come on.

Who the hell are you?

-Come on. Hurry up!

I could help you, Sorello.

Pass me the key.

Hurry up. Be quick!

Throw me the key.

Trust me.

-Come on, come on, come on!

-Help me. Ow, ow!

Please. Help me.

-Gonna make a tourniquet,
all right?

It's gonna hurt.

-Okay, okay.
-You ready?

One, two...

-Put pressure on it.

Put the gun down.

Trust me.

-Thank you.

I told you to shoot me.

-Oh, my god.

That's not Anderson!

- Fuck you.

-That's not Anderson!

-It's about time, brother.

-You would have made life
a hell of a lot easier

if you just went ahead
and died in the street today.

-Sorry to disappoint.

Attaboy. That's it.

Breathe.

Oops.

-Get the decoder.

-You look like a man
who just watched a friend die.

Trust me, I know the feeling.

-Anderson. Why?

-His name isn't Anderson.

-Now, that is true.

'Cause I killed Anderson
this morning.

Took his badge, all that.

-Do you know how many people
you killed today?

-You think this country
gives a damn?

How many kids died fighting
in Afghanistan, in Iraq,

on drugs owned by immigrants?

This country is falling apart
at the seams,

and only those who truly care
about America can save America.

-What the hell is this?

-It's a crusade, Owens.

It's a mother-fucking crusade.

Now for too long, real Americans
have been pushed to the side

and made to suffer
while others prospered.

You know, 27 veterans
commit suicide each day.

That's nearly 10,000 a year.

-This isn't a crusade.

This is fucking
nationalist bullshit.

-But the Russians?

-No. The Russian accent
my brother pulled off...

now, that was child's play.

Diversion.

And while you and your Pentagon
are so worried

about the Muhammads
and the Karlsruhe,

y'all forget to worry about
the Smiths and the Johnsons.

-You got it wrong, son.

We both fought
for the same country.

I know it wasn't perfect
when you came home,

but this isn't the way
to deal with it.

-You know,
the hardest part of all this

was keeping a smile off my face
when Owens and Choi

brought both devices right here.

Now, we may have failed
this morning,

but by using the agency's threat
notification against you?

Now, that worked like a charm.

Hm?

I'm sorry, Owens.

Truly am.

What it's worth,
you died sparking a revolution.

I'll carry both your names
with me.

- No!
- Come here.

-Don't fucking touch me!

Get your ass up.

-Open your fucking eyes.
-Fuck you.

-Open your eyes.
-No, fuck you!

-Open your goddamn eyes!

-You're gonna have to kill me.

- Come on.
- No!

- Show me that eye.
- No.

-010110.

Voice activation initiated.

Access granted.

- Destination--mark
38 degrees north,

77 degrees west.

-All we need is one missile
to take out DC.

-You're gonna kill thousands.

-No, save millions.

We gotta operate a station
in every state.

Once we take back America,
we'll make it stronger,

better than ever before.

-Who got into your head?

I know you're all twisted up.

I can--I can help you
get out of all this.

We can--we can fix this.

-You don't get it!

I don't want to get out of this.
For the people I lost.

I'm doing this...
I'm doing this for my sister.

You remind me of her.

And my real name's Elijah King.

You know, I--
I couldn't save her,

but I could save them.

So the next kid that signs up
has it better than I did.

-You think your sister
is proud of you?

You're not a hero.

You're a fucking maniac.

-She's all yours.

Commence launch.

- Confirmed.
60 seconds.

-Let's go, sweetheart.

- No.

-Be grateful.

At least you get to die next
to your little boyfriend.

-Go to hell!

-Elijah, turn it off.

-Do you wanna save lives?

Just like me?

Safe House 5102, do you read?

Safe House 5102, do you read?

Copperhead, do you read?

Safe House 5102, do you read?

Copperhead, do you read?

Elijah, do you read?

Damn it, Elijah,
pick up the phone.

Elijah,
pick up the goddamn phone!

He's gone.

Secure sensitive material.

Power down.

Wiping all hard drives.

-He died how he lived, fighting.

And that's how
we will remember him.

We will regroup at base
at 08:00, Sunday.

We're just getting started.

-Now let's move to Plan B.

You all take the back stairs.

Plan B operation.

-Move, now!

- General.

I'm ready for extract.

- Copy.
ETA, five minutes.

-See you there.