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Look, you guys wouldn't
mind moving down, would you?

Yeah, we would. Get lost.

Sorry, sir, I can't do that, sir.

You see, sir, this is
my favorite chair, sir.

Now move over or I'm going to
have to kick your ass. Sir.

What's the problem, fellas? Huh?

There's lots of other chairs here.

Look at that, Ricky.

A jarhead who can speak.

I'm very impressed.

Guess he's not as dumb as he looks.

Well...

Well, it looks like we got
a couple clowns here. Hm?

Being all I can be.

Yeah.

Maybe you boys want to take it outside.

Let's do it.

Okay. What about here?

What the hell are you doing, Leo?

Just taking care of business.

Leo, you traitor!

Thanks, Leo.

Go get the Jeep.

Corporate Adventure Specialist?

Kind of has a nice ring
to it, don't you think?

Been getting bookings all afternoon.

I'm not going to be fighting
off any groupies, am I?

Uh, honey, I am not a rock star, per se.

That's true. I've heard you sing. Ouch.

Are you sure this is a good time

for us to be leaving on our honeymoon?

Hey, no. I know what you were doing.

You were trying to get
me to back out of this

just so you don't have to go.
You can forget it.

You think you know me so well?
That was not my intent.

You know what? We wait any longer,

we can call our honeymoon our anniversary.

I'm just asking, that's all.

Yeah, well, we could've added
on another room to this house

with our cancellation fees alone.

And, by the way, I bought
you a little something today.

Hm. Always thinking of me.

Yeah, well, it's nothing, really.

You're an ice princess, admit it.

No, I'm not.

I can't just jump into
the sack with someone

without knowing him first. Why not?

If you're not looking for
a relationship, who cares?

It's fun.

You see, that is the difference
between men and women.

Its the difference between me and you.

I've been with some women
who were fine with it.

Yeah, but after how many drinks?

That's cold.

You're still dieting?

It's just a reunion. Have some
confidence, for God sakes.

You look great.

It's not just a reunion.

I'm on a mission here.

Chris Thornton has no
idea what she threw away.

Chris Thornton dumped you 20 years ago

and you're still holding a grudge?

Thought we chased the psychos.

She's probably raising chickens in Iowa.

She lives in Portland.

You did a background check on her?

Two kids, husband, John.

You're sick.

Can I help you?

Hi.

Agent Taylor, I'm looking
for Alex MacGregor.

Oh, Grant, I got to go.

Yeah. I love you.

That is positively the most
beautiful man I have ever seen.

Owen? Hi.

Agent Taylor.

I'd like you to meet Courtney Robinson,

advance team responsibilities,

and Brett Maclntosh,
scheduling for the President.

Pleasure. Likewise.

Glad to have you part of the team.

Thank you.

Owen will be the team leader on motorpool.

Oh, great.

I trust your move was okay?

California's a long ways away.

Ah. It's not that hard when
you only have a suitcase.

That's it?

Yeah. I left everything with my,

uh, ex in San Francisco.

Oh. Uh, sorry to hear that.

The, uh, the break-up was mutual.

We're still friends.

It's just way easier to
leave everything behind.

Chance to start fresh,
decorate something new.

Why don't you come into my office?

I'll bring you up to speed. Okay.

Nice to meet you two.

If there's anything that
I, uh, that we can do to,

just let us know.

Okay. That'd be great.

Careful, ice princess.

You're melting.

Got that guy halfway into the sack already.

I do not.

Come on, give me a break.

And a little FYI.

You're wasting your time anyway.

Guy's gay.

No, he's not.

Excuse me?

An ex in San Francisco? Decorate?

Not a wrinkle in his suit?
What do you need, a neon sign?

You know, if I didn't know any better,

I would think you were jealous.
Please. Of him?

What's he got that I haven't got?

Sorry. I don't have all day.

I'm not used to it.

I felt ambushed.

All those cameras flashing in my face.

And this one fellow,

I knocked the camera right out of his hand.

I didn't mean to break it.

Can't blame them for
wanting to take pictures.

You're a beautiful woman.

I just had lunch with four
breast cancer survivors.

Isn't that a better picture

than the woman the President's dating?

Yes, but unfortunately, it
goes with the territory.

Why don't you let me arrange
for some kind of security?

Jonathan, it's not that.

I just feel like my life
has become more about

what I look like and what I'm wearing

than the work I've been
doing for the last 20 years.

I don't know what to tell you.

I'm sort of committed to this job.

And I am to mine.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

I guess it's just got me thinking about us.

You know, there are
times when I can't stand

the public scrutiny either.

But I don't let it get
in the way of the things

that are important to me.

Thank you.

Here's a list of all service departments,

as well as the entire inventory,

including the vehicles at Camp David.

I'll need to be briefed
following your own evaluation

of motorpool.

Okay.

Jess.

Hey, Alex.

Come on in.

I thought you'd be here this afternoon.

Oh, I skipped my last class.

That's on a need-to-know basis.

Ah. Otherwise code for
don't-tell my-father.

I see.

Jess, this is Agent Owen
Taylor, new with the team.

Very nice to meet you.

Likewise. Hey, if we're done here, Alex,

there's a lot I can get started on.

Sure. Get settled in. We'll talk later.

Okay.

He is so hot.

Seems to be the consensus around here.

Are you ready for your birthday bash?

I can't wait.

Molly's dad arranged for
the Deftones to play.

I know. I had to clear them.

So what's up? Well, there were

some more people that I wanted to invite,

but Debra told me it was too late.

I'll see what I can do.

Any terrorists among them?

Just two.

Oh, while you're here,
give me your security pass.

I'm going to hook you into
a global positioning system

that we've started using.

Everyone's getting them, even Grant.

That's just what I need
another gadget from you guys.

Let's me know where you are at all times.

Why don't you just put a
videocam on my forehead?

Not a bad idea. We'll work on that.

Hey, I may know where you are,

but I don't know what you're doing.

Do I have to?

I don't know. It kind of depends.

Good, okay.

Hey, do you know where my dad is?

Well, look at how easy this works.

The Green Room.

Who's with him?

It's her, isn't it?

They're having lunch together.

Has she spent the night yet?

That's on a need-to-know basis.

Hi, Dad.

Hey. This is a nice surprise.

I thought you weren't coming until later.

Oh, no. The professor
canceled my last class.

Be nice.

Hi, Kathy.

Mm. Hello, Jess.

Nice dress.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Oh, uh, actually, it's
not for a few more days,

but thanks anyway.

Grant?

I thought we'd start the honeymoon early.

Hey, this place in Mexico
is going to be great.

I mean, we can go horseback-riding

right on the beach,
snorkeling in the lagoon.

Give me you glass.

Para-sailing.

Windsurfing.

Rock climbing. I mean it's all...

What, did you memorize the brochure?

Very funny.

I'm just really looking forward to this.

Good.

Thank you. Aren't you?

You know, I was thinking we
should just tell everyone

we left town and just stay
here in front of the fire. Hm?

That'd be fun.

Hey.

Oh. No, I didn't mean that.

I mean, that part, that part is good.

That's... You know.

Two thumbs up, way up. Um...

Just promise me one thing:
no schedule, all right?

What? Me, schedule? Look at you.

You're the one with the
Palm Five X all the time.

Give me that.

Hey, don't mess with it, okay?

You know, I... I know how it'll be.

Horseback riding at 9, snorkeling at 11,

windsurfing at 3:15...

That is not a honeymoon,
Grant, that is boot camp.

I mean, if you want to do all those things,

I am so okay with it.

I just want to dig my feet into the sand

and sip my margarita.

Okay. I'll tell you what.
I'm going to make a deal.

Only one appointment every day.

And what would that be?

1:00, nap.

Ooh.

Morning.

Morning.

What's different? Excuse me?

There's something different about you.
What is it?

Beats me. You're wearing make-up.

Am not. Yes, you are.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are.

So? So?

I thought you said it was a waste of time.

Designed by men to make women
feel insecure with aging.

I changed my mind. It's no big deal.

It's my face. Put on make-up for him.

I can't believe this.

You must really have the hots for the guy.

Keep it down. I do not.

Fraternizing with a fellow
service officer is strictly

against the code, Agent Robinson.
You know that.

I wonder who's got the new wheels?

Figures.

All the good ones.

Wow.

You scrub up real good.

You have the I.D.'s?

Yeah.

Captain Joseph White.

That suits me.

Good.

Now all we need is a picture.

Everything else ready?

Yeah. Lee was just, uh,
waiting for us at the base.

I said I'd call him before we left.

Good.

Now it's your turn.

ID's, please.

Move on.

It's packed.

Perfect.

You know what to do with the bags.

Yep.

Let's go.

Although reports are sketchy,

the death toll of officers at Fort Greene

could rise to as many as 30.

While America grapples to make
sense of this cowardly act

of terrorism, the President is making plans

to visit the scene.

I was wondering how long it
would take you to get here.

We have to discuss this.

One minute, Alex.

Please make sure to give
Senator Latt my regrets.

We'll reschedule as soon as I get back.

Yes, sir. Alex, I've made up my mind.

I don't like the idea of you
going there when the bomber

hasn't been apprehended yet.

Bomber or not, I'm not
going to be scared off.

It's my place to be there.

There are obvious security
problems with the base.

God knows what we've been through together,

but I keep going back
to what I went through

when Jess was kidnapped.

That horrible sense of loss.

I need to go.

I need to be there for the soldiers

as well as their families.

And I need to make a statement
that I will not tolerate acts

of violence against our
servicemen and women.

With all due respect, sir,

I'm concerned there isn't enough prep time.

If we could just delay
another 48 hours then...

Why are we even discussing this?

You're supposed to be
going on your honeymoon.

I'm rescheduling.

Alex, for Pete's sake.

You've surrounded
yourself with a good team.

Let them do their job.

Thank you, sir, but not this time.

I just spoke to Judd Walters, the FBI agent

in charge of the investigation there.

So far, 26 are confirmed dead,

but the count could go higher.

They even found some
dog tags without bodies.

Anyone stepping up to bat?

No. They're afraid it could
be an inside job, though.

Someone on the base. They're looking

for a First Lieutenant Doug Kingsley.

He was one of the last
people to exit the base

prior to the explosion.

If it was a timed explosive, whoever did it

could've left the base hours before.

Maybe. They can't seem to
find Kingsley anywhere.

And the fact that he's
also a demolitions expert

has raised a few suspicions.

Yeah. And I'd also like
to mention the names

and ranks of all the soldiers that died

in the blast in the speech.

That'd be great. Thanks, Ron.

What's wrong?

I'm bummed. I just heard
you're going to Portland.

Yeah. They're having a memorial
service for all the soldiers

who were killed and I have to be there.

I was going to tell you,
I just haven't had the chance.

I'm sorry about the party.

No, it's okay.

I mean, I understand.

It's just not going to
be the same without you.

Thanks, honey.

APO EDV //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Yes, Leslie?

Miss Yarnell's on the phone,
shall I put her through?

Please.

Hi. Hi.

I just saw the news.

It's horrible, isn't it?

Yeah, it's such a waste.

Listen, I'm just leaving the university.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah. Uh, I'm leaving for
Portland in a few hours.

I know it's not going to
be a fun-filled weekend,

but what's the possibility
of you going with me?

I could use the support.

Yes. I'll go with you.

I sense a "but."

Look, Jonathan, it's going to be my last.

Katherine, for the first
time since Julie passed away,

I've met someone who I
wanted to be involved with.

I'm not giving up on you.

Please don't give up on me.

Can we talk about this
on the way out there?

Yeah, sure.

Hey. Hi.

I, um, I talked to the travel agent.

She started laughing.

Oh. I'm sorry, Grant.

We'll reschedule when I get back.

No, we won't.

It's the same old thing, Alex.

Look, it goes with the territory.

Yes, it does.

But deep down inside,
I actually think you're happy

about not going.

What is that supposed to mean?

You don't want to go
anywhere except for work.

Think about it. I mean,
even when you have the flu

you don't take a sick day.

You and I being married
is an adjustment for me.

I didn't plan on falling in love.

It was nowhere on my goal sheet.

It just happened.

Oh, thanks for squeezing me in.

Well, Grant, I'm sorry.

You know I couldn't be happier,

but I have worked my entire
life to get where I am

and I'm not about to throw it away.

I can't. It's who I am.

I need you to understand that.

I do. You know what? I understand that.

I'm not asking you to throw anything away,

but I am tired of you

constantly putting our
relationship on hold.

You know what, Alex?

There will always be something, always.

You need to find a balance.

EOS EDO /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

We're here today to pay
tribute to the men and women

who are the protectors of our liberty.

This act of violence reminds us

that even when we are not at war,

members of our military
sometimes give their lives

while working to preserve peace.

I want to say to their families
and to all the families

who lost their loved ones here...

Did, uh, did you invite Vinnie Terranova?

You know, he is such a hottie.

Have I ever let you down?

Well... Shut up, no.

Hey, Jess. Mind if I click on MTV?

I need a Carson Daly fix.

Yeah, go ahead.

The remote's over there somewhere.

Where?

I don't know. Check the couch or something.

Hey, Hannah, hold on a sec.

I want to hear what my dad's saying.

We are grateful for their heroic service

and we will not rest until those who...

Do I look all right?

Push me up.

Yeah.

The President has concluded
and General Fleming,

the Commander of the base,

has motioned for the 21
gun salute to commence.

So, is this where they
killed all those people?

Mm-hm. Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

What do you think?

She looks ridiculous.

Because it looks stupid.

I like it. It's mysterious, you know?

Oh, my God.

Something just happened.

I really can't tell because of the salute,

but I do know that the President is down.

There are agents everywhere.

It looks like the President has been hit.

Oh, my God.

Let's go! Move!

Doctor Morrissey?

Yeah. What's his BP?

80 over 40 and dropping.

Pulse 140, respiration 50.

Here we go.

We'll take it from here.

I need this room cleared. Everyone out.

Now!

Sorry. Can't let you in here.

You too.

He's my responsibility.

Not any more.

One, two, three.

Alex?

Alex, you all right?

You're bleeding.

Oh, my God. Were you hit?

It's still sketchy, but unconfirmed reports

indicate that the assassin,

seen here being escorted
to the ambulance behind me,

was wounded by two secret service agents

during the shooting
attack on the President.

We are still waiting for the confirmation

as to the extent of the
President's injuries.

As soon as we have that information

we will follow it up with you, Mike.

There's been no change.

But I want you to know
the doctors are doing

everything they can, Jess.

Doctor Morrissey is the trauma surgeon

who attended to the President
when he first arrived.

He's one of the best in the country.

He's seen a lot of these kind of cases.

He'd like to have a word with you.

And Doctor Lawrence is on his way.

I just want to see my dad.

I'm so sorry, Jess.

Can I please be alone with my father?

Please, Daddy.

Don't give up.

Please, don't give up.

I was watching the speech on TV.

Oh, my God.

I couldn't stop it, Grant.

I tried.

Hey, you're not blaming
yourself for this, are you?

He's my responsibility.

Yeah, but it's not like you
were taking a nap on the job.

You can't do everything.

Then I shouldn't be doing this job.

Great.

It's just what you'd love, isn't it.

Well, if you came down
here to take me home,

you can forget it.

I'm going to find out
what the hell happened.

Alex, what are you biting my head off for?

I'm down here because
I am worried about you.

Well, I'm okay.

Well, thanks for the update.
I guess I can go home now.

Stop it. You know, don't
play tough with me, Alex.

I know what's going on inside your head.

I'm sorry.

The doctor says you have a concussion.

Oh, I bumped my head when
I grabbed the President.

But I'm okay. Believe me.

What are you doing?

I'm going to go.

Alex, it is 3:00 in the morning.

There is nothing that you
can accomplish right now.

It can wait until morning.

Jess, as your dad's physician,

I've entrusted Doctor Morrissey here,

who's the top surgeon at Portland General,

to operate on your father.

I'll consult with him, of course,

and assist during the operation.

Look, I just want to know
if he's going to be okay.

The bullet came very close to his heart.

It's lodged near his spine.

He's got internal bleeding,

so it's imperative that we operate

as soon as he's stabilized.

I wish I could sound more positive,

but at this time we're
really in a state of limbo.

He's strong and in good shape.

Good things to have in our court.

I'll tell you this much,

if that agent hadn't moved
as quickly as she did,

he'd be dead.

Jess.

Alex.

Hey.

Thank you. Ow.

Oh, are you okay? Yeah. No, I'm fine.

If there's anything you need, anything...

I know, I know. Alex, thank
you so much for being there.

Oh, of course.

Alex, Judd Walders with the
FBI is here, downstairs.

Why don't you get Brett and
Owen and meet me down there.

Sure. Thanks.

Hey.

He's going to pull through this.

I know he is.

I'll talk to you later.

Yeah. I'm going to hang
around here for a while.

Okay.

See you later.

Bye.

Judd.

The shooter's been identified
as First Lieutenant Leo Dade.

Served as a communications
expert with the 4th,

25th and 6th Marine regiments

before he became Marine scout sniper.

Sniper school, Camp Pendleton.

Now his weapon of choice was
a Dragunov Sniper System.

Great. We trained him.

You think the bombing was a lure
to get the President down here?

Absolutely.

Walk with me.

We found Leo's dog tag in the officers club

after the explosion.

Thought he was one of the victims.

He was definitely trying
to cover his tracks.

Wasn't there another tag found, as well?

Yeah. A Joseph White.

Uh, forensics are running DNA
checks on several body parts

to see if he was really in there.

What's Dade's condition?

Uh, doctors expect a full recovery.

He's at Burnside, but I'm
transferring him this afternoon

to a more secure location.

Any background information on him?

Uh, just what I told you.
The rest is coming in.

You know, Brett and Courtney told me

that the shooter got off one shot.

Is there any evidence of a second shooter?

Not that we know of. Why?

Well, I'm not sure.

It's all a bit foggy.

I thought I heard a snap.

Sounded like a bullet, a second shot maybe.

No evidence that we found.

You got any sound guys handy?

Yeah, Burch. He's good.

Have him meet me at the field office.

Oh, and talk to the news guys.

I want to get a look at what they taped

from every angle.

Enlarge the second image.

Now slow it down.

Play it back to the moment
the President got shot.

I hear the shot that hit the President,

followed by two more rounds, but distant.

This will be your agents taking out Dade.

And there's the turnaround
with the gun salute.

Okay. Freeze.

You guys see that?

The base of the flagpole.

What is that?

Could've been a bullet.

The honor guards' rounds have
drowned out all other sound.

I'm sure that was the intent.

Maybe it's nothing.

I'm going to get Grant out there anyway.

Get his eyes on this.

He sees things other people don't.

After Dade helped blow
up the Officers' Club,

he couldn't risk leaving the base

and getting back on undetected.

He was supposed to be dead.

So he must've stayed in
that building over there

till it was time.

Where'd he shoot from?

The attic, over there.

I was standing just behind

and to the left of the President,

when I saw a bunch of pigeons
taking off from the roof.

My first thought was
something spooked those birds.

So I sent Brett and
Courtney to have a look.

It's a good thing you did.

Dade had dodged our infrared scanners

with camouflage netting and deflectors.

So when Brett and Courtney got
there, everything seemed fine.

After hearing something,
they went to investigate.

Dade had timed the 21 gun
salute to drown out his shot.

He was going to hit the President

on the second round.

Luckily, Brett and Courtney
were there just before.

He went for it anyway.

Shooter!

This is where we dropped.

Were you already down when
you heard the other shot?

Yeah.

Do you think this could be a bullet hit?

It looks fresh.

Although it could've just been scraped

when they were setting up
for the memorial service.

I, uh, I don't know.

You're the expert tracker and
that's the best you can do?

I read paw prints, uh, not bullet marks.

I'm sorry about our honeymoon.

I'm also sorry I snapped
at you at the hospital.

It's okay.

I'll let you make it up to me.

I look forward to it.

I got to get going.

I'm supervising Dade's transfer to County.

Can I drop you off at the hotel?

No. It's okay.

I think I'm going to nose around
out in the woods for a while.

All units at Burnside
Hospital, maintain positions.

Leo Dade is being secured for transfer.

Any luck out there?

Not yet. Grant's looking around the woods.
How about you?

Dade say anything?

No. They're ready to bring him down.

There you are, Leo.

Now where's my other friend?

There you are.

Where's the transfer van?

Pulling up now.

Get the all clear then let's move him out.

MacGregor. Hi, Grant.

I found tire tracks and I found
how they got into the base.

Yeah, I'm going to continue to look around.

Come on, MacGregor, hurry up.

I'll get a team to the perimeter fence

to take molds of the tire
tracks and footprints.

Damn it.

He's been hit!

Been hit! He's hit!

Anybody see anything?

Outside! Now!

We have a shooter! Code seven!
We have a shooter!

I want this block secured!

Get a chopper in the air.
We need some eyes on this.

Block off the entrance to
the freeway at 7th Street.

Damn it.

Nothing, Alex.

The shooter disappeared without a trace.

We scoured the whole area.
Not a shell casing or witness.

Not a thing.

Great. Sorry.

Hey, you okay?

I want this guy bad.

He was here before we were.

Probably had some kind of
anti-infrared detection suit,

or camouflage, remain still, scanners,

everything would have missed him.

He knows what he's doing, that's for sure.

Why just one shot then?

I mean, he would have plenty
of opportunity up there.

Fire repeatedly, it's
easier to trace the source,

run a higher risk of detection.

It's not over. He's
going to try this again.

Alex.

Judd's got his guys finishing
the molds of the footprints

and tire tracks that Grant found.

He said they'll be able to start
cross-referencing the prints

with local tire stores and dealers

within a couple of hours. Good.

The tire tracks show some kind
of irregularities on the treads.

My guess is either sap or tar stucco.

Thanks. I'll have the guys
down at the lab run an IUC test

on them as well.

Any luck here?

Got a dust team looking for prints up top.

Not likely, though. This guy's good.

I'm heading back. I'll stay up in the lab.

I'll keep you posted. Great. Thanks.

You think it was the same
shooter that took out your guy

at the hospital?

I'll bet our honeymoon on it.

Hey, could you bet something else?

I mean, our honeymoon needs as much help

as it can get right now.

Thanks.

For what?

Not bad for a guy who
just reads paw prints.

Thanks for your help.

You owe me.

These photos are from Leo
Dade's quarters at Fort Greene.

Most of the people photographed

with Leo are military personnel,
friends of his here on the base.

Got the M.P.'s helping us I.D.
everyone we can.

Yeah, this guy really
has hunting in his blood

from deer to the President.

Probably mount both heads
on the wall if he could.

What is it?

There's a reflection of something

in the truck's window.

Scan it.

See what you can pull out.

I just spoke with the FBI.

The tires on the getaway vehicle

are definitely not military issue.

So what were they?

Stock issued to Chevrolet
vans five, six years ago.

And Grant was right about the
irregularities maybe being sap.

Are we running any tests yet?

Already did. It comes from a type of tree

that's only indigenous to
three areas here in Portland.

I'm running address
checks with the local DMV

to see who owns all the Chevrolet vans

in those areas. Good.

We also ran the projectile possibilities

of the bullet that killed Dade.

You were right, Alex. It probably came

from the parking lot.

We're gathering eyewitness accounts now.

Two people think they may
have seen a van parked

in that same area.

Alex, you might want to
come check this photo out.

The reflection is of a cabin wall.

It looks like something's drawn on it.

There is.

And it's very patriotic.

Freedom Fighters.

I thought they fell apart
years ago after that kidnapping

incident with Jess.

Apparently not.

And it doesn't seem like
their agenda's changed either.

Saw the news. That was a hell of a shot.

You got the same thing planned for me?

Don't get caught.

You know, for someone who wants
to put the Freedom Fighters

back together again, you're not making it

very inviting for new recruits.

He knew the risks.

From them!

Not from you.

When me and Leo hooked up with you,

you promised us an alliance.

A strong family, you said.

The new America.

I got news for you, Adam.

This isn't it.

I'm out.

What? Are you going to kill me too?

You know the deal, Rick.

Once you're in, you're in.

Yeah.

Alex?

Here's the ransom demand tape
from when Jess was kidnapped.

Thanks.

You think the same Freedom
Fighters are behind this?

We're not sure. When Jess was kidnapped,

there was a guy waiting down
river to pick everyone up.

Jess thought she heard the
guys calling him Carter.

We never found him.

You know, they, uh, had us review it

in hostage negotiations training.

Really?

As a matter of fact, we had
to study every move you made.

Didn't realize you were
such an icon, did you?

Can I confess something?

I'm not a priest, but go ahead.

You were, uh, my inspiration

to get on the presidential detail.

Looking for a promotion already.

I'm not after brownie points. just, uh...

I just have a lot of respect for you.

Well, thank you.

I just want you to know that...

MacGregor here.

I'll be right over.

They're taking the President into surgery.

Hey.

Alex, they're taking the
bullet out right now.

I know.

And Doctor Lawrence said
that it could take hours.

He needs you to be strong now.

I am not like him.

Yes, you are.

You're exactly like him.

You think?

You're stubborn as hell.

It's all right.

It's going to be okay.

At 10:52 p.m. Pacific Standard Time,

the President of the United States,

Jonathan William Hayes,

died during surgery.

This nation has suffered
a devastating blow.

I repeat: the President is dead.

This nation has suffered
a devastating blow.

I repeat, the president is dead.

Jess.

Jess.

Jessica. Jessica.

Your father's a tough guy.

He pulled through okay.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you for everything.

You're welcome, honey.

Can I... Can I see him?

No, not just yet,

but I'll come and get you, okay?

He's going to be fine.

He's going to be okay. I know.

Alex.

Stop it. What?

You're looking for an
excuse to punish yourself

for something that was beyond your control.

You can't be everywhere.

It's all I think about.

Rule number one:

don't get emotionally
attached to those you protect.

I have. He's become a good friend.

I should have insisted on buying more time

before coming down here.

You think differently with friends.

You let your guard down.

I always thought when
you cared about someone,

you might want to protect them more.

MacGregor.

Okay. Pick me up in front of the hotel.

FBI found the van.

So when did they clear out of here?

I don't know.

This house is my mom's,

and she had a hard time keeping
it up after my dad died,

so she moved in with me.

We thought we'd rent it.

That's when we met Rick.

He had no right to use this van.
It was locked in the garage.

I never said he could use it.

You ever see anyone else here with Rick?

There was this guy that helped him move in.

I was here just grabbing
a few of my mom's things.

The guy have a name?

Yeah, uh...

Adam.

I'm sorry. I forget his last name.

Adam something.

Carter! That was the guy's last name.

Carter.

Military cuts.

I bet that's Lieutenant Kingsley.

Hm.

And probably Lieutenant White.

It came from the vending machine.

I couldn't find a candle,
but happy birthday, Jess.

Bet I know what you wished for.

Actually, I made two wishes.

One for my dad to be all right.

And the other for you to forgive me.

I haven't even given you a
chance at trying to be a friend.

Well, it...

It's got to be tough

seeing your dad with
someone other than your mom.

My dad married a year after
my parents were divorced.

I've had a problem with...

With every woman I thought
my dad was interested in.

At one point, I even accused Alex

of having an affair with him.

Alex? I know.

Exactly.

I know that my mom would
want my dad to be happy.

And I can see it in his eyes with you.

Come in.

There you go.

This him? Adam Carter.

Did four years in the Service.

Special ops, recon and sniper detail.

Used him overseas a lot.

Went AWOL three years ago

after a knifing incident
with another soldier.

There's also some other information here

that you might find interesting

about our second shooter theory.

I'm listening.

Carter's half-brothers were
the two Freedom Fighters

you killed rescuing Jess
on that rafting trip.

So the second bullet was meant for me.

Hi.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

Like I've been hit by a truck.

I bet.

How long have I been out?

Three days.

Is Jess okay?

Oh, she's scared.

I don't see any scratches.

You guys getting along?

Oh, yeah.

We're just fine. Mm.

Oh, Daddy.

Mm-hm.

Owen.

Yeah, we'll talk about the
details tomorrow. Thanks.

Looks like we might be able

to transfer the president
back to Washington tomorrow.

You're not wasting any time.
I don't like it here.

Coordinate for the
helicopter to be on standby

to transfer him to Air Force One.

It'll be sometime in the afternoon.

I've arranged for the medical
team to assist him back to D.C.

Courtney has the list.

She'll let you know as soon as they clear.

You got it.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Mm.

Should I say thank you?

It's more action than I've
gotten in the last year.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. It looks like we'll
be leaving tomorrow.

I want you to work the advance notice.
No press.

Sure. You look exhausted.

Ugh. That was 10 hours ago.

How's the head?

Well, I haven't died yet.

Whoa. Come on.

You get it?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

What you wanted?

That's it. Come on.

Finish everything up at the field office

and I'll meet you over at the hospital.

Yeah. Okay.

Hey. Good morning.

How was your workout?

It was good.

The president's doing much better.

We're going to take him home today.

Oh, great.

Getting Air Force One ready right now.

I cannot wait to get him out of here.

You think he's still in danger?

Mm.

I don't know what to think anymore.

Who's this?

Adam Carter.

I met his half-brothers on the
river when we went after Jess.

Is he the shooter?

That'd be my guess.

Hm.

He's trying to finish what they couldn't.

Guess you could say that.

Here you go.

Thank you.

No sugar?

I love you.

I love you.

You want to go back to the room and, uh...

love on each other?

Yeah. Yeah?

But I can't right now.

I'm sorry.

You're saving yourself for the honeymoon.

I'll meet you back at the hospital.

You can take the car. I'm being picked up.

Okay.

I'll head over to the hospital
after I take a shower.

A cold one.

I do love you.

You owe me.

Yeah, I do owe you.

Yes.

Oh, do you mind getting my black bag?

Sure.

Thanks. Bye.

Excuse me.

Get in.

Easy. Easy.

Easy.

"River Guide Hooks Up
With Secret Service Agent

and Saves the President's
Daughter from Freedom Fighters".

What a headline that made.

What do you think tomorrow's would be?

I don't know.

How about "Disgruntled
Assassin Shoots Himself"?

A sense of humor.

Considering the circumstances,
I actually admire that.

This whole thing is a joke

if you think you're going to
get Alex to come after me.

She's smarter than that.

I must know her better than you.

Those were my brothers
you killed on the river.

They got what they deserved.

I don't think so.

But you will.

We'll be using the south
entrance of the hospital

for the transfer.

An ambulance will be out front
with the black and whites.

Any questions?

Okay, then. Let's go.

Hey, there. Where are you? I...

Is this the Secret Service agent

in charge of the president?

That depends. Who's this?

Let me give you a clue.

The bullet with your name on
it came whizzing by your head.

Carter.

Uh-huh.

So I hear you're leaving us today.

Really? Your information
isn't very reliable.

Hey, don't play me for stupid, MacGregor.

You'll get burned.

There's someone here
I'd like you to talk to.

Don't do anything he says, Alex.

You okay?

It's the honeymoon I always wanted.

You got a choice to make, Miss MacGregor.

If you can get to the dock
area off the 16 Freeway,

let's say in 30 minutes,
and if you come alone,

you get to see your husband alive.

It's Carter. He's got Grant.

What's he want? Me.

Find Judd for me.

Grant might still have his I.D. tag.

If he does, we can use the
GPS system to locate him.

Get on the computer and find him.

Carter's telling the truth. He has Grant.

The GPS signal places him on
a boat called the Klassen.

I talked to Judd.

He and his team are already in motion.

The boat is tied to the dock.

We're there.

I copy.

Brett, Owen, you copy?

Affirmative. Ready when you are.

Yeah?

You're late.

Traffic.

Let me talk to Grant.

Not just yet.

You're making me nervous, Agent MacGregor.

You haven't asked me why
I'm doing any of this.

Give me some credit.

Two dead brothers, a lost cause

and you're pissed off at the world.

It's a long list, I'm sure.

They were all I had left.

You took them away from me.

I may have pulled the trigger,

but I didn't have a choice.

I suggest you take a
long look in the mirror

to see who really killed them.

So, what? Getting rid of
Grant and me makes it even?

Oh, it's far from even.

The Klassen, you see it?

Yeah.

Go park in front of it.

We're on board, Alex.

How do I know you just won't shoot me

the minute I get out of this car?

Please. I'm a sportsman.

Okay, Alex. Almost there.

I'm not getting out of this
car until I speak with Grant.

You already spoke to him.

He's not here, Alex.

I repeat, Grant is not here.

It's just his badge.

It's the honeymoon I always wanted.

Judd, get out of there now! It's a trap!

No!

I need medical to Klassen now.

You bastard.

I told you not to play me for stupid.

Nice surprise though, wasn't it?

Now that I know you and I are alone,

there's a warehouse down to your left.

Your man's on the third floor.

Come and get him.

Conveyor belt. I'm going
to the third floor.

Grant.

I don't know where he is.

I'm going to get you out of here.

Oh, thank you, baby.

What took you so long?

I'm sorry.

Alex.

It's not Carter.

He's going after the president.

Moving the president to
the south entrance now.

Copy that.

I want everyone on their toes. Keep sharp.

Alpha? Clear.

Beta? Clear.

Gamma? Gamma clear.

Give me a direct! WOMAN: Get down!

We got him, Alex. He took the bait.

No one leaves that building
unless they give me I.D., copy?

Building B units move in now!

May I see your identification card, please?

Keep moving.

Alex, he's in an FBI flack suit.

You at the door, turn around!

Now!

Take off your helmet.

Take if off, now!

This way, please.

I want everyone's helmet off.

Alex.

The door.

An agent just went through.

Identify these agents!

Come on.

Courtney, I'm in the maintenance room.

Are there any other exits out of here?

Courtney, do you hear me?

Courtney?

Courtney, do you copy now?

I hear you, Alex.

He shed the FBI gear.

He's made it outside.

Secure the area. No one gets out of here.

Understand me? No one.

Copy that, Alex.

He's in the parking
plaza and he's been hit.

Copy, Alex.

Clear! Everyone clear!

Get out of the way!

Carter!

Carter!

Carter!

Put your hands up where I can see them!

Now!

Carter, turn around. It's over.

Don't make me shoot you.

Move in.

Get a wagon up here, now.

Hold on.

President Hayes left
Portland, Oregon today,

and landed safely in Washington, D.C.,

where he was greeted

by cheering crowds of well-wishers.

Doctors for the president revealed

that although he'll be in
a wheelchair for some time,

he is expected to make a full recovery.

Hey, hey, hey.

Good morning. Hi.

So how was the class reunion?

You make Chris Thornton pay?

Nah, she did it to me again.

How's that?

Didn't even remember who I was.

One consolation, though.

I had more hair than anyone else there.

Hey, Jerry.

Good morning.

Good morning.

How was the reunion?

Fine.

Oh, I don't think you
guys have met Tom yet.

No, we haven't. Hi.

I'm Brett. Hi.

This is Courtney. Hey.

Pleasure.

Tom started graduate school

and I promised our
parents I'd look after him

while he was getting settled.

Oh, you're brothers.

You don't see a family resemblance?

Oh, yeah. Sure, now I can.

We're on our way to pick up my ex,

who's coming to town on business.

We're going to grab lunch.

I was hoping you might be
able to suggest some place.

Nostrianni's, hands down.

Great. Great.

I'm going to go check
on some transport stuff.

Why don't you call and make a reservation?

I'll just be a couple of minutes.

Sure.

Tom...

What is Owen's ex's name?

Jamie.

Why?

I'm just curious.

Hm.

Dad.

Hurry up. The photographers
are waiting for you.

Look okay? You look great.

All right. Let's go.

I got it.

Aren't you coming with us?

Sure.

Why not?

Now, Katherine, no beating up
any of the photographers, okay?

Oh, gee, that's too bad.

I've really been practicing my right hook.

That's cool. She gets to hit photographers?

Why can't I?

Gracias, señor.

I can't believe that we're really here.

Ah, just what the doctor ordered.

Mmm.

Honey, where's that suit that I got you?

Oh.

You mean this thing? Mm-hm.

Hmm.

Honey.

You owe me.

Okay. I'll make you a deal.

I'll put that on...

Mm-hm.

If you put this on.

Sorry.

You'll never really be
on vacation, will you?

Probably not.

But while I'm here...