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- a member of RE/SYST?
- Yes, I am.

That woman is dangerous.

She seems to want
to solve the asteroid problem,

just like us.

Alycia Vrettou is
nothing like us.

You got in one fight with
Darius, and you're going back

to RE/SYST. Good-bye, Liam,
and good luck.

My removal from office
was criminal!

Chief Justice Cheng remains
in critical condition.

Cheng's vote is the deciding
factor as to who is

the rightful President
of the United States.

Get his sworn statement
before it's too late. I'll go.

You're intentionally putting
yourself in harm's way.

Now what are
you doing?

Giving you the shirt
off my back.

Bulletproof.

Can I help you?

I'm investigating
the disappearance

of Claire Rayburn.

Claire's my sister.
Someone killed her.

Detective, I can't
help you right now. I'm sorry.

Bennett's put out
a call to arms.

His civilian militia's
gonna ambush the hospital.

You need to get out of there.

I'm not leaving here
without his decision.

The rightful president is...

We got to get out of here.

I've got it, I
just can't send it.

Grace, we have to shut down
the Internet

to choke off
Bennett's communications.

There's a heliport, we're gonna
get you out of there.

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Hey. Can you move?

I think so.

You hit your head pretty hard.

You're lucky
it's still attached.

I've got to get
to the White House.

Hey, listen. We have
to get out of here

before whoever did this
comes to finish off the job.

Wait, wait.

Let's go!

Yeah.

We're not getting a clean enough
edge on the truss,

even with the laser.
It could fray the sail.

This looks more arts and crafts
than save the world science.

Do we have a materials expert?

Dr. Aguirre was supposed
to be here, but...

I know, I know,
Raul Aguirre was a no-show.

Who else do we have, Chandra?

Just him.
Liam?

Do we have
a materials science expert?

We have bigger problems
than that.

I need you to come with me, now.

You're taking me
to the Treehouse.

I thought this was
the RE/SYST clubhouse,

members only. Or is
it like the gym,

do you get to
bring a guest?

No joke, we're in trouble.

Attention.
We are with Monroe Bennett,

the legitimate President
of the United States.

All Mackenzie forces
must stand down,

or you will
be brought to justice.

I repeat: you will be
brought to justice.

The net's still off.

Cell service is jammed.

I need a landline.

Look.

Over there.
Let's head for that building.

All right, stay close.

Attention.
We are with Monroe Bennett,

the legitimate President
of the United States.

All Mackenzie forces
must stand down,

or you will
be brought to justice.

I repeat: you will
be brought to justice.

I can't reach her.

We let her go out there, Harris.

I did.

Search and rescue is on
the way, as soon as we get

air support from the 192nd.

Mr. Vice President.

It's Grace.

Grace, are you all right?

Yeah, except for the fact
that I can't send this video,

and there are
Bennett troops everywhere.

We've deployed
the National Guard,

but the city's under siege.
Where are you?

We're about four blocks away.

"We"?

Yeah, I'm with a policeman.

- Detective Alonzo Carter.
- Give us your exact location,

and we'll send an escort

with all the bells and whistles.Okay.

Hello?

Hello?

Grace? What happened?

Get her back.

The detective she's with,
Alonzo Carter.

He's Claire Rayburn's brother.

Whose side is he on?

I have no idea.

Sir,
it's not working.

The lines are down.

That's impossible.

Move to backup channels.

I'm trying, sir.
There's nothing.

Attention, White House staff.

Due to a security breach,

the White House is in official
lockdown protocol.

Stay in your secure locations...

The alarm was tripped
on the South Lawn.

We need to get you
to safety, sir.

Mackenzie.

We need her to reboot
the Internet, now.

Attention, White House staff.
Due to a security breach,

the White House is in
official lockdown protocol.

Stay in your secure locations

until further notice.
We just went into lockdown.

Meaning no one
gets in... or out?

Well, my DoD orders are
to put this eyes-only communiqué

in front of Vice President Tanz,
so I guess I'm in.

When your friend Darius
shut down the Internet,

he triggered a
fail-safe protocol.

Well, first, he's not
my friend, and second,

what the hell
are you talking about?

The satellite dish that
controls the ICBM signal,

the one carrying
those 13 warheads?

It's run remotely,
somewhere in Alaska.

When the Internet went down,
so did the satellite.

So RE/SYST have lost contact
with the missile?

The ICBM sends a ping to the
sat dish every four hours.

If the missile gets a response,
it continues on course,

in low Earth orbit.

But just now,
it didn't get a response.

It's gonna try again
in another four hours.

If there's still no answer,

a fail-safe protocol
will be triggered.

Okay, which is...
which is what?

See for yourself.

The warheads will drop on
all 13 preprogrammed targets,

Paris, London, New York...

And here, Liam.
Washington D.C.

I thought we had a perimeter
around the White House.

We do. Someone must
have slipped through.

Slipped through?
That's comforting.

Don't worry.
We're in lockdown.

Dozens of Secret Service
are sweeping the grounds.

We've got bulletproof glass,

steel core doors
that can handle a bazooka.

This place is a fortress.
No one can get in.

Or out.

Bennett's already had a mole
in the White House.

What if there are more
and this was just a ploy?

The threat may
already be inside.

If you're right,

we may have just locked
ourselves in with the enemy.

We've triggered
the lockdown, sir.

Stage one is complete.

The outer perimeter is manned
by troops loyal to our cause.

We've disabled the landlines,
jammed cellular communications.

The White House
is completely cut off.

And stage two?

Already in progress.

We've infiltrated the East Wing.
Once that's secure,

we'll move to stage
three, the Residence.

And then stage four,
the West Wing.

We'll launch a small
frontal assault

on the West Wing entrances here

and here, as a diversion.

While they're
distracted... We rise up from below,

right under their noses.

And then this nation

will finally have
the leader it deserves.

No cell,

no White House landline,
no Internet.

This is insane.

I have a recording on here
of Justice Cheng's decision

in Mackenzie's favor,
and no way to get the word out.

Mackenzie's the legal president?

Yeah.

And so, the rightful President

of the United States,

pursuant to the 25th Amendment,

is Pauline Mackenzie.

By a five-to-four ruling
of the Supreme Court.

And this video
is the only evidence of it.

When this decision goes public,
Bennett will have to stand down

or face
criminal charges.

Hands where we can see 'em!

Step away and let me
see your hands!

Step away from the building

and show me your hands.

Then we need to get this
video to the White House.

"We"? You don't have to...

The mission of Metro Police
Department is to safeguard

the District of Columbia
and protect its residents.

Are you a resident
of D.C., Grace?

I am.

Then you are on my beat.

How do I know I can trust you?

You don't.

But frankly, I'm all you got.

All right? Okay.

Mr. Secretary,
landlines are down,

cell phones are jammed,
I can't even

reach the Pentagon
to launch a missile, let alone

turn the Internet back on.

Harris, what the hell
is happening here?

The White House is compromised.

General Wallace clearly
wasn't the only mole.

He's patient zero,
and we don't know how far

the virus has spread.
The lockdown may have left

some of Bennett's men
on the inside, which is why

we need to get you out of here.

Bennett's got control
of the perimeter. Our troops

will have to pierce the line.
There's no telling

when they'll get here.

The emergency bunker is secure
and waiting for you, ma'am.

No. I cannot.

I will not abandon this post.

Madam President, you can still
lead the country from the safety

of the bunker.
The Oval Office,

it's just a room.

Come on, Harris.
You know better than that.

There's a reason
the royal family

stayed in Buckingham Palace
during World War II.

Better a living president
than a dead symbol.

But symbols matter,
Mr. Vice President.

It's why we don't allow
the United States flag

to ever touch the ground.

So if Mr. Bennett wants me out
of the White House,

he'll have to kill me first.

This time, for real.

Secretary Edwards,
I need you to escort

Vice President Tanz
down to the emergency bunker.

And this is not a request.
This is an order.

Madam President,
Grace Barrows is out there

with that video.
We need to find her

and broadcast
Justice Cheng's decision.

She-she's the only one
who can stop this madness.

Darius, please.
You are the vice president.

There is a protocol here
and I need you to follow it.

One of us has to be down
in that bunker.

Agent Kelly, Troy, let's go.

If we make it
through the night,

we are having a very rare
single malt for breakfast.

It's a date.

Attention, White House staff.
Due to a security breach,

the White House is in
official lockdown protocol.

Stay in your secure locations
until further notice.

Cover the windows,
lock all doors,

wait for further instructions.

Check and check.

You have any idea what this
communiqué is for Darius?

No, but General Marciano
said it was top priority.

No, no, no.

Jillian, no, no, no.

This... this is way not cool.

Yeah, well, we can't
really worry about

what's cool right now, Nate.

If it's a priority,
we need to prioritize it.

What?

They're pulling the Virginia
National Guard troops

assigned to protect
the rail gun.

They need them here
at the capital.

It's the one project
that could save the world.

I-It's completely vulnerable.

I need to contact
Dr. Stendahl,

the project supervisor. How?

The cell and landlines are
jammed, and the net's down.

There may be another way.

Sir, we have to keep moving.

I agree, but not
in that direction.

I'm sorry, Harris,
but I'm gonna find Grace.Darius...

She's within four blocks
of the White House, Harris.

We have to get to her
before Bennett's men do.

Darius, I know you
want to protect her,

but that's not your job. Well, frankly,
Mr. Secretary,

- I don't give a damn.
- So you're going to disobey

a direct order from the
President of the United States?

Look, there's a '70s-era analog
Emergency Broadcast Center

underneath the West Wing.

If we get Grace
back here safely,

we can use that to broadcast
Cheng's video to the world.

We won't need the Internet.

How the hell do you know this?

When I refurbished
the attic as my office,

I studied the White House plans
dating back to the '20s.

And you memorized them?

Of course you did.

All right.

If we're gonna do this,
let's do it right.

Kelly, take point.
Troy, on our six.

Stay close.

Well, that was easy. Ish.

Team, fan out.

Search the area.
The objective is Grace Barrows.

She's to be taken alive.
I say again, taken alive.

Tess, can you determine
the IP address

from the satellite dish

so that we can send
a mimic signal to the missile?

Searching now, Alycia.

How could RE/SYST be
this stupid?

No one anticipated
this turn of events.

No one could have.

No?
No one could have anticipated

that playing chicken
with nuclear warheads

can end in disaster?

I'm sorry, Alycia,

I cannot replicate the signal.

Okay, okay, we'll figure
this out, we have to.

No, no, no, Alycia,
we're at a dead end.

Emphasis on "dead."
This is... it.

What the hell are you doing?

What needs to be done.

Liam, no, he won't
believe you, he won't help.

He knows me
well enough to know

when I am genuinely
terrified, which I am.

Who's there?

Hey, it's cool.
I'm a D.C. cop.

Hands in the air.
Hey!

I'm a cop, it's all right. Who's with you?

Come out from behind there.

What's your name, ma'am?

Her name is her business.

She's an unarmed civilian. Shut up.

Answer the question, ma'am.

I said answer
the question, ma'am.

No!

Grace!

Damn it.

What the...
I thought he hit you.

Bulletproof shirt.

Yeah, I can see that now.

You all right?
Yeah.

Knocked the wind
out of me.

I'm okay.
All right.

You're one crazy-ass lady.
You know that, right?

So I've been told.

Vasquez, this is Bravo 12.

Report. Over.

Vasquez,
where the hell are you?

This is Vasquez. Bad reception
in this structure, over.

We're still looking
for Grace Barrows.

Female. Reddish-blonde.

Five foot seven.
Wanted, preferably alive.

Saw a woman by that description.

Subject is headed north
on 17th.

Roger that.
We're just outside

the parking garage on Foxtrot.
All clear there?

All clear.
Over and out.

We need to wait till the
heat dies down out there.

You're a wanted woman,
Ms. Barrows.

Attention White House staff,

due to a security breach,

the White House is in
official lockdown protocol.

Stay in your secure locations
until further notice.

No way to know if they're
Bennett's guys or ours.

I'd say we don't want
to find out.

Okay, there's another egress
point through the boiler room.

It's tricky but doable.

Let me guess.
Blueprints from the '20s?

'50s, actually.

Troy, stay at this access point.
Call for backup.

If Bennett or his men try
to get past here, shoot first,

ask questions later,
that's an order.

Yes, sir.
Kelly, move out.

What are you trying
to do, exactly?

Message Dr. Stendahl through the
dark Web gateway Darius set up.

But the Internet isn't working.

Yes. So, the way
that Darius explained it

is the Internet
is the highway,

the dark Web is the sewer
that runs underneath.

Shutting down the DNS servers

brought street traffic
to a halt above ground.

But the sewer tunnels
are still navigable.

Yeah.

If you know the exact
address you're going to.

Which I clearly don't.

I wish I'd paid more attention
when Darius explained this.

You'll get it.

Chemistry class, you memorized
the entire periodic table

in... 20 minutes.

You were my hero.

Hardly.

And I can't believe
that you remembered that.

I can't believe
you remembered the symbols

for iridium and gallium.

My God, I did it.

See, you still got it.

Okay, now let's just hope
Dr. Stendahl gets it

before it's too late.

Phone's down.

Something's very wrong
out there.

We need eyes
on the White House.

Okay.

Look at the roof.

The Secret Service snipers,
they're dead.

Alycia, the White House
is under attack.

I don't know him, which means
he's with Bennett.

That hatchway leads
from this boiler room

to the steam tunnels,

and those tunnels... Lead to the streets.

If they put a guard
on this hatch,

then Bennett's people
know these tunnels, too.

There may be more
trouble on the other side.

You all right?

Kel-Kelly.

Senseless.

The whole damn thing.

Darius, we're on our own now.

Just up there to the
left, there's a stairwell.

It should lead out
to the streets.

Looks like these tunnels
haven't been used since...

Prohibition.

President Harding needed a place
to stash all that liquor.

I could sure use some
bathtub gin right about now.

DARIUS.
It's Liam.

The net's back up?

No, he's got my dark Web address
from the rail gun project.

What does he want?

We're about to find out.

Liam, what do you want?

I'm kind of in
the middle of something.

Darius, we have
a major situation.

Why is your problem
my problem?

Because when you shut down
the Internet,

you triggered a failsafe
protocol with the nukes.

We now have less than two hours
to get the Internet back on,

or those 13 warheads are coming
down on their original targets.

I don't believe you.
Or should I say her?

You know what, we're looking
at nuclear disaster,

- and you think we're lying?
- Not "we," Ms. Vrettou.

You. I wouldn't believe
a single thing that fell off

that serpent's tongue of yours.

I've seen
the programming myself.

She's right.

You want the Internet back?

You need to help me first.

This is not the time to barter!

This is exactly the time.

Grace Barrows is somewhere
in a four-block radius

of the White House.
I need you to use

Tanz surveillance to find her.

No, we don't take
orders from you.

Fine. Then lose my number.

What an ass!

I can't believe
he's pulling this stunt.

We're facing nuclear
annihilation and..,.

Alycia, this isn't
about you and Darius.

The world does not have time
for your BS.

I need you to get me that
satellite linkup now.

What if they're
telling the truth?

They very well might be.

But to turn
the net back on,

we need to take back
the White House.

To take back
the White House,

we need that video.

- One problem at a time, Harris.
- Yeah.

They only seem to come
in bulk, these days.

Hello again.

Okay, I've got the Tanz
satellite linkup.

Activate the temporal
surveillance mode.

Every image for the last
24 hours has been recorded.

If you scroll back to the place
and time we last saw Grace,

you can step forward in time
to track her movements.

Scroll back to 7:56,
D.C. General Hospital.

Find the helicopter crash.

Got it.
Stepping through now.

She's with a man,
African-American, medium build.

It looks like they left
through the service entrance.

They went into a parking garage

at 1803 "G" Street.

But how close are they?

Three-tenths of a mile from you. Thank you.

Now for the bad news.

We've lost control
of the Internet

and I'm gonna need your help
to get it back.

I knew it. I knew
we shouldn't trust that ass.

Well, either you help us
regain the White House

or we all die. Let me know
what you decide.

Darius, that wasn't the deal...

You're playing quite the game

of chicken here, Darius.

Sun Tzu said,
"Know thy enemy."

And I do... well.

He hung up.

Shocker.

What are you doing?

There's a revolution out there.

He's outnumbered 50 to one.

We have to improve those odds.

The world doesn't have time
for my BS right now.

Hey, wait, wait.

I can't let you
out there. Like hell you can't.

That parking garage is a
stone's throw away, Harris.

A stone's throw in a war zone.

You're one of the most
famous people in the world.

You'll be dead or captured
in five seconds.

That's a risk
I'm willing to take.

Yeah, but you shouldn't.

You're the vice president
of the United States,

second in command to
our nation's leader.

In the ultimate
time of crisis,

you have to use your
head, not your heart.

If we lose both
Mackenzie and you,

the chaos will
be irreversible.

For the record, this is
the worst job I've ever had.

Like you've ever had
a crappy summer job. Here.

Bring her back, Mr. Secretary.
That's an order.

Sir, yes, sir.

Bravo Team, to the right!

Make sure to have any

valid identification on you
and clearly visible.

I can't just sit here.

It's crazy-making.

We just have
to wait it out.

Accept what is, you know?
We can't do anything about it.

"Accept what is"?
That's a Zen approach.

It's a C.O.P.E. approach,
actually.

Children of Planet Earth.

Was that the self-help group

with the guy who wrote
all those books?

Bass Shepherd, yeah.

I, I've been going to
meetings since all this started,

dumb as it sounds.

It sounds completely
sane at this point.

Is that what
it teaches you?

Positive thinking?

No, just...
accept what is.

You know, we're here
in the middle of a battle.

Nothing we can
do about it.

It's scary.

We might die.

Or... we might live.

Maybe I can even
take you to dinner.

Maybe.

Well, look what the cat
dragged in.

Detective, I don't want trouble.

I'm looking for Grace.

Harris?

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay,
I'm okay.

Thanks to him.

We need to get back
to the White House,

but the streets are crawling
with Bennett's men

looking for you
and that video.

I can help.

I ran security detail on the
ground for the inauguration.

I know every nook and cranny
of the city.

Every alley.

All right. Let's move.

Liam.

We've overlaid
thermal sat images

on the White
House blueprints.

It looks like
the East Wing

and the Residence are
overrun with soldiers.

Bennett's taken them.

What about the West Wing?

Don't see any
infiltration there,

but there might be people
in the attic.

Do you think
Jillian's okay?

Jillian is in the safest place
in the West Wing right now

as no one would think
to look there.

Thank you for the information.

That was Alycia's doing.

But listen, I think we need
a plan "B" for these missiles,

in case... What?

We don't get
the White House back?

Okay, here's an idea.

You give us the president's
authorization code.

We use it to hack into the
Pentagon's security barrier

and get the Internet back up.

Why do you need the president's
authorization code?

RE/SYST hacked
Russia's missiles.

Surely the Pentagon would be
a piece of cake.

Let's just say we had a little
more lead time with that one.

Look, we've tried getting
inside the Pentagon

without success.

We need some help.

Why is this suddenly sounding
very suspicious?

I just helped you,
damn it.

Yes. You did.

I have to go.

Grace.

He still thinks
I'm lying,

that this is
some sort of ruse.

Well, RE/SYST doesn't have
the best track record

when it comes to
full transparency.

So you think
I'm making this up?

I didn't say that.

We have 53 minutes.

I'm moving those scientists
into the bunker.

You can come or not.

Alonzo got me here safe.

Good work.

You left out a little detail
in our last meeting, Detective.

You're Claire
Rayburn's brother. Yeah, and proud of it.

Proud of her attempt to
assassinate President Mackenzie?

How do we know you're
not with Bennett?

You know, pretty soon
we're gonna be past the point

- of civilized conversation.
- Okay, stop.

Stop, stop.

If Alonzo wanted
the recording of Justice Cheng

he could've taken it
from me hours ago.

Liam told me

the East Wing and
the Residences are down.

The West Wing hasn't
been infiltrated yet.

We've got a window to get
to the old broadcast center

and get that video
out into the world.

We're not alone.

Darius, Grace, you need
to find a safe place.

There's an old wine cellar.

D.C. police.

We know where all the
bodies are buried.

P.S., it locks
from the inside, all right?

- Now that I did not know.
- All right.

Give me your...

God bless Prohibition
and President Harding's

affinity for cabernet.

And God bless America.

Down!

- You okay? You hit?
- Yeah.

- You all right?
- I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

Get down!

Can you move?

Yeah, I can move. We got to get the
hell out of here.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on, go, go.

Damn it, what's happening?

Bravo Team, give me
a sitrep, please.

All clear.
Moving up the tunnel.

General, good work.

You and your men are patriots.

And your country thanks you.

Well... alone at last.

You take me to
the nicest places.

I'm glad
you're all right.

Now?

Really?

It's just you and me.

I need to know why
you went out there,

risked your life.
Darius.

I'm trying to protect you.

That's not your job.

Yes, it is.
You're the vice president.

Your role is too important
to be compromised by me

in any way.
Vice president,

vice president, the-the most
useless job in American history.

Until now.

Why can't you

just leave it alone?

Because you're
tortured by something

and I can't stand
to watch anymore.

Then please,
stop watching.

What if I don't want to?

It's Harris.
Open up.

My God.

Are you all right?
Yeah.

Tunnels have
been breached.

The West Wing is under siege.

As the communication blackout
of the White House continues,

no word as to what's going on
inside those walls.

Meanwhile, multiple
reports of gunfire

and increased military presence

in and around the D.C. area
are flooding in.

Gentlemen.

Stay with us for
continuous news updates.

I release you
from your duty to me.

None of you have to die today.

It wouldn't serve any purpose.

But I will not be abandoning
this office, for if we lose

to Monroe Bennett, we lose
the soul of this nation.

And I will not let that happen
without a fight.

Ma'am.

We're not going anywhere.

Let's get that couch
up against the door

and let's get you
behind the desk.

Thank you.

Hey, Tess, do you remember

when all we had to worry about
was an asteroid?

No, Liam.

Me, either.

I miss our talks.

I miss ours.

Thought you were going down
to the bunker.

It seemed much less...

fun, somehow.

Might as well die
with someone I like.

So this is really happening.

Of course it is.

No, Darius will pull through.

He'll get control
of the White House somehow.

Why do you need Darius
to be the hero?

Why do you need him
to be the villain?

Daddy issues.

Yeah, same.

I didn't really have one.

Well, I did, and he was
a real son of a bitch.

Human beings, we can be
a real pile of manure.

I'll drink to that.

Drink?

To friendship.

It's been fun.

Maybe it's the good guys.

Maybe.

Maybe it's
Dr. Stendahl.

"Thank you for the warning.

"We were able to fortify
security as a result.

The rail gun is safe."

See,
you really are

a hero.

Contact up here, sir.

Now that Bennett's
soldiers are in,

we'll never make it to the
Emergency Broadcast Center.

Harris, we have to deal
with those nukes.

What nukes?

It's a long story, but w...

We have to surrender, now.

And then what?

Th-The first thing Bennett'll do

is turn on the Internet
to announce his victory.

It's his megaphone of choice.

Bennett's no fool.

He knows that video
is out there.

He won't turn on the net
till he's got it in hand.

So let's give
it to him.

I have a way out
of all this,

it's just dependent
on one thing:

RE/SYST.

Darius?

Liam, what if I told you
I believed you?

A lot of good that does us.

We're out of time.

No, we're not.

But we have to trust
each other right now.

I know that seems impossible,
but we have no choice.

What do you need from us?

I'm sending you something,
a video.

Here's what I need you to do...

You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.

I'm safer down here
than you are up there.

Good luck, Grace.

We got to go.

Get ready, men. Get ready.

Don't shoot.
I'm Vice President Tanz.

This is Secretary Edwards
and Grace Barrows.

I believe you're
looking for us.

Turn around!

Hands on your head.

You sure this
is gonna work?

No, but this is
all we've got.

Shamrock, this is Command.

We've taken the White House.

Roger that, Command,
we're coming home.

Attention, all personnel.

White House systems
have been restored.

This is President
Monroe Bennett.

The fighting is over.

Supporters of former
President Mackenzie,

lay down your weapons,
surrender peacefully

and no harm will come to you.

Hands in the air!

Hands in the air!
Get to the desk.

Hands on the desk.
Head straight.

It's time for all of us

to work together, for there
is much work left to be done.

May God bless America.

It's good to be back.

Get this man a medic.

Of course. Sergeant,
get the medic, please.

Hope you enjoyed that, Pauline,

because that's the last order
you're gonna give.

Bennett, this is treason.

I am the rightful President
of the United States

and we both know it.

Not without that
Supreme Court decision.

As Commander in Chief of
the United States, I hereby

place you under arrest for
high crimes against the state.

You're gonna have to
shoot me first

before I surrender
to you, Bennett.

Tempting, but illegal.

This is a nation
of laws, after all.

We have them, sir.

Good, bring them in.

Looks like you're gonna
have some company

in Guantanamo,
Pauline.

Madam President,
are you all right?

I haven't been harmed,
if that's what you're asking.

Harris.

Mr. Tanz, what a pleasure.

And Ms. Barrows.

You're quite the elusive one,
aren't you?

Now hand it over.

Unlock it.

...the rightful President

of the United States,

pursuant to the 25th Amendment,

is Pau...

There's nothing on here.

What a shame.

Now, let's talk about getting
that Internet back on.

I'm gonna need
the codes, Pauline.

Really?

Let's unjam the phone lines.

And get me the DoD.

I knew it.

I knew he wouldn't come through.

Internet restored.

Fail-safe protocol disabled.

You sure, Tess?

Yes, Liam.

That bastard came through
after all.

Now we have to come through
for the bastard.

Deal's a deal.

Make sure
that the flag's in the shot.

And the audio's got to
be good, all right? Okay.

We on? Is the Internet back on?

Yes, sir.

What the hell's going on here?
What are you looking at?

Damn it, someone
tell me what's going on.

I'm about to address
the nation here.

- And so...
- Justice Cheng's video

has just hit the
airwaves, Bennett.

News stations all over the world
must be broadcasting this.

...pursuant to
the 25th Amendment,

is Pauline Mackenzie.

Truth is out,
you're a criminal.

The news is reporting
you lost, sir.

Mackenzie is the
legal president.

No. No, that's not the news.

That-that is fake news.

The only thing that's fake
is your presidency.

Gentlemen, you've been betrayed
and mislead by Monroe Bennett

and General Colter. Turn it off, now!

I'm still in charge.
I'm still the president.

Not according
to the Supreme Court.

You have your orders, gentlemen.
Get 'em out of here.

Now.
Ma'am.

I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do, soldier.

You heard the truth.
Trust your gut.

Monroe Bennett is not
the president

of the United States,
and he never was.

Soldiers,

I need you to stand down.

Colter...

Gentlemen,

arrest that son of a bitch.

You think this is over?

This was just the beginning.

The beginning of what?