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Advance's looking at activity outside Heathrow.

- Serious? - Demonstration.

There's a protest.

- Yeah. - Protesting us. You concerned?

Well, Number 10 is.

They'd like to invite you to Windsor Castle.

Madam President, welcome to Windsor Castle.

- We are at your service. - We're very grateful.

Billie. Callum Ellis pulled me aside before we left.

The weapon's gone, 'cause we took it.

We're gonna put together a response.

It's over the line.

The line moves.

Tom Libby's an asshole.

I don't like how he treated you.

- Are you... protecting me? - No.

It's cute.

I think you tell Callum Ellis where the Poseidon is.

The actual truth will put an end to his concern.

I met with Kate.

Apparently, both our spouses think I've got some kind of feeling for you.

- I'm sorry? - One that is compromising my judgment.

- I can't live like this, Kate. - Like what?

This full-body panic every time we disagree.

I think you're gonna bail on the marriage.

I, Katherine Wyler,

take you

to have and to hold,

for better or for worse.

We underutilize feathers.

I want you to sit down with Jerry when...

Down!

Gun!

- Down! - Move!

- Shots fired! - Move!

Madam Ambassador, do not move.

Ma'am, stay still. Stay down.

What are you saying?

We need to move now.

Inside. Go.

Go. Move. Move. Move!

Go, go, go!

- Let's go. - Go, go, go!

Was he hit?

We don't know.

Let's go.

I'm okay.

- There's blood. - It's hers.

I think it's from the president.

- Where... Where is she? - On her way to the flattop.

She... She was shot.

- Sir, are you feeling pain anywhere? - She was hit.

- Do you know where you are right now? - Hey, hey, hey.

- Is the president alive? - We don't know.

In the middle classes, yes, women are socially gestapoed into the workplace,

but in families on lower incomes,

the mothers have no choice but to work, and they find it devastating.

They know better than all of us

that unloved and undisciplined children are far more likely

to mug their own granny on the street corner.

Come on, let's move.

Go, go, go!

Clear, clear.

GSW to the lower right quadrant.

Extensive bleeding pressure en route.

Abdomen distended.

Hypotensive, bottomed out at 80 over 50.

Breathing spontaneously. No evidence of chest trauma.

She's had a liter of Ringer's lactate. GCS is 15.

Madam President, I'm Captain Durham, a surgeon.

I'm gonna listen to your lungs. Can you take a breath in, please?

Ma'am, can you look at me?

Big breath in.

Hey.

Big breath in, ma'am, right now.

BP 95 over 60.

One more time.

Good bilateral lung sounds. Get a second large-bore IV and blood work.

Grace!

Try and stay calm.

Four milligrams of morphine.

And 1,000 milligrams of Ofirmev. Cross-match four units PRBC.

We need to run an ultrasound. I need an IV of Dilaudid on standby.

- Billie. - Ma'am.

Are we at war?

- I'm sorry? - We're on a warship.

I don't believe we're at war, but... we'll continue to monitor the situation.

Yeah.

Yes, clear.

She's alive. The bullet hit her abdomen. They're gonna operate.

What did they say exactly?

Intra-abdominal bleeding. They'll do an ultrasound.

They won't know the extent till she's in the OR.

Are they optimistic?

She's gonna call, so you're on the phone when she signs the transfer of powers.

So she's conscious. That's good.

She can speak.

Yeah.

Brief.

Yeah. Brief from DNI.

The, cabinet and security council are all on standby.

The inspector general and RSO are gonna call with an update on the manhunt.

I understand he's calling her "Amazing Grace."

I heard that too.

It's an Anglican hymn, do you know? "Amazing Grace."

Is it?

People think of it as a Negro spiritual.

I... don't really.

1770 something.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Feisty crowd here. You're missing out.

Stuart, the president was shot.

- What? - She's alive. Do you have a pen?

- Yeah. - Class S cable.

The president suffered a gunshot wound

outside Windsor Castle en route to Heathrow.

They medevaced her to the USS Ford.

They are going to operate on her abdomen.

The bullet damaged, well...

They're not exactly sure, so stay vague.

VP was moved to a secure location.

Identity of shooter unknown,

still at large.

I'm instructing staff to shelter in place.

- You talk to State? - Ops and Ganon.

- Secret Service told the sit room. - We'll put out a notice.

No Americans move until we know what the fuck is going on. I'll call back.

The president was shot.

Alive, in the OR.

There.

Hold the alert until OSCE sends their brief.

We have her.

- Ambassador. - Sir.

- How is she? - They are prepping her for surgery now.

- And the vice president? - He's safe.

MI5 are out in force with Counterterrorism and the Met Police.

The Home Office is adding you to every brief.

- Thank you. - Mrs. Wyler.

This should not have happened.

In this country, on our watch.

- Thank you, sir. - We shall not rest, do you understand?

I do.

I am so sorry to interrupt. Could I trouble you to join us inside?

In we go.

If you would be so kind to join us inside the house.

The king was not in residence, thankfully.

He and all the members of the royal family are safe.

But President Penn was wounded.

We are in close contact with the State Department and Number 10.

And we have no reason to think there are any threats to your safety here,

but my instruction now is that we all shelter in place.

We're gonna try to keep you comfortable,

but Ambassador Wyler recommends that we remain inside the house

until we have more information on the nature of the threat.

The absence of soot, stippling, powder burn or grease collar on the wound

suggests the shooter was some distance away.

- Which means... - We're looking for a sniper.

Likely on the outside of the walls.

The grounds cover 13 acres. Forensics doesn't rule out an intruder.

Thirteen secure acres fortified by Thames Valley Police, RaSP,

- Windsor guard... - Nonetheless.

An air exclusion zone enforced by drones and RAF Typhoon jets.

What could go wrong?

The castle's a steel ring.

- With a history of intruders. - Heavily armed.

Without tripping a single alarm.

- Shots can't have come from inside. - What we seeing on satellite?

There was obstruction.

Clouds.

Something we failed to anticipate?

A sniper on the outside is the most likely.

It says here the curtain walls are 12 meters high and 4 meters thick.

- That's right. - There's no clear line of sight.

- The shots can't have come from outside. - I don't see how.

Or inside?

No.

And yet, somehow, there is a hole in the American president.

How long has it been?

- Twenty-seven minutes. - And this is all?

The investigation is ongoing.

Redirect all available police to Windsor.

Sir, if there's a wider threat, pulling units from London is a risk.

27 minutes ago, Grace Penn was a stroppy understudy

with a penchant for peroxide and an indifferent grasp on contrition.

Now she's a martyr.

And until you find the perpetrator, I am the one the world will blame.

I need more than denial. I need a shooter, alive.

Send my fucking detail. Send the Eton College choir.

Make it unequivocally clear

that there is nothing Great Britain will not do for her ally.

I'm going to Windsor.

The ambassador wants me to brief in person.

Brief her or...?

The acting president.

- Call if you need anything. - Yeah.

Stuart?

We should live together.

Okay.

Okay, I have her. Make it fast.

- I'm here. - Pen.

Do you have a pen? Thank you.

Hello, there.

Madam President.

I'm signing this thing. Don't make me regret it.

Yes, ma'am.

Presidential powers will remain with you until I rescind them

once I'm fully alert.

They said two hours, three tops.

General anesthesia, as they reminded me, is a killer.

If it is,

you think you want your strongest allies in the cabinet,

but some will be more valuable on the Hill.

Can we not...?

You need to write public remarks for if I die on the table.

I don't think it's necessary.

If I die, you'll be running a has-been superpower

who can't seem to keep a president alive longer than a lightbulb.

Write some damn remarks.

I will.

Todd finds this upsetting, and...

and a surgeon is here.

Go. I'll speak to you in three hours, less.

It's done.

The governor and Marty and the Met Police have assessed

the grounds and buildings,

and they believe it's safe to move you back to the Equerries Room.

They put up a SCIF.

The Principals Committee is ready to brief you.

President's coming online.

Let's not. Chris?

SEAL Team Four's with the strike group. We can bring them shore side.

Hold off on the strike force. Focus on the manhunt. We getting anywhere?

MI5's launched their low-altitude drones for air-to-ground facial recognition,

but it's slow going.

- Their sat's not great. - How's the satellite capability?

Not nothing, but it's not like ours.

We've got MQ-9s sitting on that carrier.

I'm not sure we want to bring military assets

into an ally's airspace.

We've already got satellites at 100,000 feet.

This is backing them up at 30,000.

- It's a lot. - Let's worry about doing too little.

We'll have SecDef call his counterpart. Plead the case for low-altitude support.

They want the help. You're pushing an open door.

Make it clear it's about the search. We're not invading.

Trowbridge first.

Have Steve talk to the PM.

Make him feel good. He can take it to the Ministry.

- Yes, sir. - What we hearing from Cyber Com?

Ton of noise, but nothing that points to a coordinated decapitation in the UK.

How we doing on the ground?

MI5's cordoned off a three-mile area.

Nothing in or out.

Every face, every license plate's fed into a database.

This guy made a trained sniper shot. The cops here don't even carry.

They're getting armed officers to every manned checkpoint.

Fast, or we bring in the SEALs.

Yes, sir.

- Tell me which. - That one.

Warden notice up?

- Thank you. - We need an EAC.

I want a security assessment of all facilities and personnel.

Joining remotely?

Stacey can run it, and tell her we need a first pass on press guidance.

Copy. Saying...?

What we know so far,

or what we don't.

Who did it, how, why.

If the president is okay.

- We don't know those things. - Stuart?

How are you doing?

Sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to introduce you to Robyn Palmer.

- Have you met? - No.

Hate to trouble you. I'm in the Department of Transport.

The secretary asked me to pass on a message.

We appreciate her thoughts.

I understand your teams are having trouble getting eyes inside the grid.

I'm so sorry. I'm not able to share any details about the search.

The National Highways agency oversees live feeds for over 9,000 cameras.

The secretary would like to offer access to our London facial recognition sequence.

That'd be fantastic. Can you put Miss...

- Palmer. - On the phone with the leg at?

And Mr. Bentwood can connect you

with the electronic travel authorization team.

To help your consular team locate American citizens in-country.

That's great.

I don't suppose you know Prabha Dias.

She is speaking to a source inside The British Hand that might prove useful.

If anything looks promising, should she speak to you or the RSO?

Karen. Do you have her number?

Not a mobile.

Thank you. This is all really helpful.

I'm sorry, sir.

We have a call for you. Would you like it in the State Room?

No, I'm... I'm good here.

It's...

Ambassador Wyler.

No one knows what to call you.

How's it going over there?

So far, nothing to report. You know anything I don't?

About the surgery?

I think you're gonna hear first.

That's actually not the case.

If she doesn't make it, they gotta tell your guy first.

He's the president, after all.

Acting.

Temporary.

Seat filler.

It's a turning world.

Yeah.

He's having a rough day. You should hang out with him.

You are too.

Yeah, but you're not gonna improve mine.

I'll call if there are any updates on the search.

Thanks.

Any news?

No. They came to say they have nothing to say.

Well, I guess that's better than the opposite.

Yeah.

- How soon after she wakes up can she fly? - We'll know more when she's out.

But even if there are no complications,

moving her will be contingent upon manhunt status and scale of the threat.

Well, "slow" is what I'm getting on the manhunt status.

Yeah, same.

I'm gonna ask a question you won't like.

Okay.

Who knew we took the Poseidon?

The order came from you, so the president, me, and whoever you told.

- And Kate? - Yeah.

- And whoever you told. - I know who I told. I'm asking you.

Someone knows we took the Poseidon and are so mad they shot the president?

We ask a thousand questions. This is just one.

I told no one else.

And Kate? She tell anyone?

Inadvertently?

What are you doing?

Not a lot of people knew.

And even fewer are marching around saying we should have told them.

She did not.

And she would not.

- Okay. - I'm not sure it is.

This is not personal.

Continuity of government protocol has been invoked.

Secret Service is trying to assess if your life is under threat,

and you and I have information they don't.

So if there is a motive that they didn't account for,

that assessment doesn't mean shit.

Okay.

I don't like having this conversation, but if I don't ask, I'm not doing my job.

Job done.

- Thank you. - Is there anything I can help with?

There is not.

- Yeah? - Just got this from Treasury.

They need it signed before start of business DC time.

I'm sure the president will be awake long before then, but just in case.

- I'll read it. - Same with these two.

Is that the water supply thing?

Yeah. Michigan.

- I need a backgrounder from Interior. - Yeah.

Doctrine?

No? What do you wanna call it?

Nothing. That's appalling.

"Plan" is lame.

The woman is alive.

I didn't tell you to write this. She did.

An announcement of her tragic passing. Not a roll out of my f... No.

Can't stand it, can you?

Well, deleting it is...

Imprudent?

Just delete the part about my vision.

It's a thought dump.

Focus on how bad I feel that she's dead.

- That's the first two pages. - Well, then it's overwritten.

It's brief, concise.

Don't read my computer.

Is that what you think my doctrine is, or what you think I think my doctrine is?

A little of both.

I'm not gonna barrel in and praise the new dawn.

It's not messianic. It's a tiny shred of optimism.

She got shot. She's dead.

Everyone hates us, and we've managed to export gun violence

to a country in which it's unheard of.

There is no shred.

You wanna say that?

I wanna speak to the moment.

This is not the place to get into it.

And were it,

Grace's agenda.

Deferential stewardship.

Who are you?

My stomach is a mess.

You said Grace was wasting the country's time.

You said Rayburn's agenda should go in the ground with Rayburn.

Yeah, that was different.

You'd babysit Grace's agenda?

Or Grace's respectful stewardship of Rayburn's agenda?

- Katherine. - You'd be a copy of a copy?

In the wake of a tragedy,

all anyone gives a shit about is stability.

- No. - It's an instant consensus builder.

The job is, don't waste it.

- I have no idea what's going on right now. - You're a shit.

You sound like me. Consensus building?

I listen to you.

You gonna start in on process and norms?

There's been flooding in the Red River Basin.

- In? - North Dakota.

Governor's sent out an evacuation order.

- National Guard? - Not yet.

She wants us to know the ask may be coming.

Let her know it's a yes, and early is better than later.

- Oh, and call... - I did. He knows.

No, no, the other one.

- Rob. - Yeah.

Who's Rob?

Assistant deputy something. Pentagon logistics. He's fast.

You're good at this.

- Surprised? - No.

- Yes. - No.

You're ready. Did your homework.

It's not homework. It's work. I do it. I've been doing it.

She keeps you busy?

Yeah.

Good. You can give her some focus.

- Where's the food? - It's coming.

I'm building trust.

I mean, I step in when she asks for help,

but I'm not clodhopping all over her policy.

Billie thinks you are.

Well, with Billie, I am. Not with the president.

Well, you should be. She's reactive, and you're reactive.

- One of you has to pick a road. - A doctrine?

Something that's gonna guide your choices,

so when she needs to be decisive, she's not a weather vane.

Rayburn was all about repair and restore. She wants to retain.

Nobody's in the future.

Planet's dying.

- Okay, well, it's a start. - AI won.

Good.

Global problems that demand global solutions, so outreach...

I'm not gonna be the foreign policy guy saying,

"Why weren't we nice to our allies?"

- It's a reasonable question. - The job is domestic.

But the problems are not.

- No, but... - So the solutions are not.

Please write a devastated but competent statement announcing her murder.

She's not gonna die. But you are gonna continue being VP.

It literally never crossed my mind

that you didn't walk into that place with a ten-year plan.

I'm not fixing Grace.

She feels like an illegitimate leader. She's driving a big car.

I'm not gonna go in there and tell her she's doing it wrong.

- I'm not saying you're doing it wrong. - You are.

You're doing it great.

Backpedal, backpedal, backpedal.

Yeah.

Oh my goodness!

- Oh, this is beautiful. Thank you so much. - Thank you.

That's incredible.

Anything else we can offer?

Oh, this is...

More than plenty.

A banquet.

Not at all. Picky bits.

Oh, okay.

Please, let us know.

Anything at all.

We will.

How's the temperature?

Perfect.

Very good.

I'll make you a plate.

What's a picky bit?

Picky. Picky bits. Snacks.

I wanna refocus the military.

Give statecraft back to State.

Arms trade regulation is fucked.

It's shadow foreign policy. Undermines everything we do.

We need a national tech policy.

There's a whole new generation of weapons coming.

We need to keep American weapons innovation inside America.

We have a competitive edge. We're giving it away.

- So you've given it some thought. - Of course I have.

- Everyone will hate it. - Yeah.

Across the spectrum. You'll be a unifier.

Across the spectrum, people want strength, a strong economy,

and the ability to retain our tactical advantage.

Don't think you can run on chip protection.

I'm not running.

It's good.

It's a good plan.

You have my support.

Every now and then.

You're not doing it wrong.

You're doing it great.

I'm not, but...

you'll be there.

And you can correct me with your vision

if I'm...

President.

You're president right now, and here I am.

In England.

You don't think I'm gonna haul my ass back to DC if you're president?

Thought you were gonna haul your ass back when I was vice president. I was mistaken.

We can revisit the question of where I live.

I'm not trying to do that. I'm just recognizing the fact that...

president is a job you seem a little more excited about.

I'm not excited.

You're writing my doctrine.

Did you tell anyone?

What Grace did?

What?

Well, you were pretty insistent we tell Callum.

- Yeah. - Well, I thought it would piss him off.

And I didn't tell him.

You have been known to ask permission after you've done something,

which you got from me.

Chasing her down in the ladies' room was a motivated move.

Someone was pissed enough to shoot her.

And you think it was Callum?

Yeah, I'm asking a question.

- He served in Afghanistan. - I'm asking a question.

- Knows his way around a rifle? - You're not answering.

I answered the question, and fuck you for asking it.

Billie asked me.

- Told her it was ridiculous. - It is.

But maybe it's not. You make a lot of noise about Grace.

And I will continue to.

I will ask inconvenient questions

when you're abdicating our tactical advantage

by making such a dick move

it'll end the most successful strategic alliance in modern history.

I am the squeaky wheel in the chain, but I stay in the chain.

You should eat something.

It's all heavy.

It's gonna make me gassy.

Do you want me to ask for crackers?

- No. - They brought food for 30.

Asking for more might be rude.

- No, I... I said no. - American, you know.

Well, shots were fired. I think we can get a pass just this once.

- What are you doing? - I'm asking for crackers.

- Don't. - You said we get a pass. You're right.

Stop!

- I'm trying to help. - I see that.

You shouldn't be here.

You're only here because I'm here, and you got shot at.

I think we're both rattled.

Me because I got you shot at, and you because,

for the time being, you are leader of a large place,

and your blood sugar is low.

I'm not rattled.

I'm processing the fact that...

it would never cross your mind to ditch me if I was president.

But when I wanted you there with me as vice president, or fuck, as me...

That is not fair.

No, it's not.

I get asked nine times a day where the fuck my wife is.

I have to pretend I'm a feminist revolutionary

to cover the fact that you told me I couldn't have you.

You had me for a decade and a half, and you missed it.

You wanna walk out, don't you?

I sure do.

But we stood in a church and we took an oath,

and I think that means something.

No news.

We can build a floating metropolis, thousands of personnel,

we can generate enough power for a...

twenty-year deployment.

Fifty.

So why on the fucking earth

can't we keep a secure perimeter around my wife's abdomen?

- There was a breach. - You think?

I got nothing.

Yeah.

I feel that.

You don't need to stay here.

- I know. - Do you need something?

No.

- I picked her. - This is not the time.

Hasn't been the time for a bunch of years, so...

- She was a pincushion for you. - Everybody was.

Me included.

You don't work for the esprit de corps. It's a service job.

Stop saying that.

Stop saying "service" like you're the first one who ever thought of it.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It really pisses me off.

Todd, I'm sorry.

I was...

Bill Rayburn was...

I know.

It was a loss.

For her too.

But she had you.

I was a monotheist.

Yeah, I'm like a god to my wife.

- You know what I mean. - I don't.

It took me some time.

And I was not at my best.

In that time.

You don't need to be.

You stayed to facilitate a transition.

And you did.

Still looks a little bumpy.

Yeah, well...

When we're on the other side of this...

You want me to go?

Yeah.

I do.

Hi.

- Okay. - Hal.

Okay. Great.

She's out. You're still...

Okay.

Sedated. Coming around. Thank you. Okay.

Yep.

They'll call as soon as she's awake.

I'm gonna get onto the IC and see if they're comfortable moving you.

- Everybody'd prefer you in the air. - Okay.

- I'm gonna... - Yeah, yeah.

- I'll do it. - No, I'm okay.

I'll lay it out on the plane, so you don't lose track.

You're not coming on the plane.

You need to revise the warden notice,

write a statement about the condition of the president

and the state of the manhunt, which is nowhere.

The condition of the president is he's mad at his wife.

The other one.

She's gonna be okay. And so are we.

This is what it looks like.

We're doing it. Nobody said it would be fun.

There was an assassination attempt.

The Americans here should not feel like you fled,

and the alliance is gonna need some work.

Hey.

I don't want you coming back with me.

Okay?

Excuse me, everyone.

Can I just have one moment with my husband?

For worse.

So it's worse.

We work on it.

That's what we're doing now.

We don't run.

Working on it is hard.

Yeah.

And it's harder from a distance.

Yeah.

And I have a... a really big job,

so for once in our married life,

I'm not gonna be the one who can rescue us

and take the blame for everything.

You have to do it.

That's fair. I will.

Billie.

- Hi. - I have the president for you.

Thank you.

- Hal. - Yeah.

It went well.

That's great news.

Yeah, she's... she's doing well.

Good.

Hal, she wants to resume the powers of the presidency.

Okay.

Now.

Okay.

I'm not sure it is.

You think she's not ready?

She's groggy and exhausted.

She's been in surgery.

Yeah, so she probably should not,

in this moment, resume the powers of the office.

So if she asks, you want me to say...

No.

- Billie. - Yeah. It's tricky.

But I don't know what our move is here.

Okay, let... let me talk to her.

Just be...

Yeah.

Okay.

Is she okay?

- Yeah. - Are you sure?

Hey, there. You sound good.

Well, you're gonna hear about a flood in the Red River Basin.

A lot of damage, but so far, no loss of life.

They wanna fly me back to DC, but...

we can do the transfer on the plane.

They'll patch you on the plane, then it's you again.

Like Lyndon Johnson.

Or the opposite.

Yeah, much better outcome.