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♪ ♪

NEWSMAN:
We are now being told

that the president is not
returning to the White House,

but is being moved
to an undisclosed location.

NEWSWOMAN: For those of you
just joining us,

- President Andrew Pickett...
- NEWSWOMAN 2: Members of Congress

and cabinet officers

have all been placed
under a 21-day quarantine.

(reporters speaking in French)

This was never
about killing a president.

NEWSMAN 2:
So far, the president is not sure...

Suleiman's goal is the goal
of all terrorists--

to create hysteria
and anti-Islamic sentiment.

NEWSMAN 3: He's been a step
ahead of the CIA

and U.S. military...

We're devoting
tremendous resources to this

and I promise you,
we-we will find this guy.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(people shouting)

- (people screaming)
- (alarm blaring)

(groans softly)

Hey.

Hey.

What you got there?

Fascinating,
10,000-word puff piece

on the origins
of Shiite sectarianism.

Just had to get up
to read that, huh?

You know, I usually get up
late enough to row.

See, if you go rowing
at 5:00 a.m.,

you just look like a badass.

What woke you up?

I don't know.

Nothing, probably.

I'm okay.

Okay.

Helicopter crash.

I was, uh...

I was in a helicopter crash...

when I was in the Marines.

There was this kid.

Sahim.

He lived in a village
in the Korengal

that we were patrolling.

He'd take your picture.

And then he'd charge you
ten bucks for it.

Not a bad racket, actually.

He died in the crash.

We were, uh,
extracting this family.

They had been marked as
collaborators by the Taliban

so they would've been
killed immediately

if we hadn't
relocated them and...

and Sahim just kept begging me
to take him with us.

He was an orphan, so...

he just said he wanted
to go someplace safe,

someplace away
from all this shit and...

at least that's what he said.

(people shouting)

It was my decision
to put him on the helo.

MAN:
Move out, move out!

CATHY: He was on the helicopter
with you?

JACK: He was on the helicopter
because of me.

He took it down.

So all my Marines,

all those people
I was just trying to save...

ended up dead because of me.

I'm gonna take a shower.

It is bizarrely not as insane

to be at the CIA at 4:00 a.m.

Jack.

Thanks.

And for the record,

I think your scars
are kind of badass.

You should hear my fake stories

about how I got them
in the State Department.

(chuckles softly)

I hope you enjoyed your flight,
Mr. Mizrahi.

Indeed. Thank you so much.

- CUSTOMS OFFICER: Passports, please.
- Yes.

- Arriving from Montreal?
- Yes.

What brings you
into the United States?

My son's here
for a medical procedure

at Johns Hopkins.

"Primary biliary..."

Atresia.

He requires a liver transplant.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Welcome to the United States.

Thank you so much.

♪ ♪

(coughing)

(sniffs)

It's not in the system.

Let me call you back.

Can I help you, sir?

I need a doctor. I'm sick.

(echoing): We'll get you
to Triage as soon as we can.

And I'm going to need a copy
of your insurance.

Uh...

(people gasping, shouting)

This is Special Agent
Kalie Thorn.

She's running point for the FBI.

Dr. Roger Wade from NEST,

Nuclear Emergency Support Team.

I'll let him brief you.

Early this morning,
a Maryland dock worker

checked himself into the ER.

He was suffering
from acute radiation poisoning.

Cesium-137 is the same isotope

that caused the disaster
at Chernobyl.

We traced the contamination back
to a cargo container

at the Port of Baltimore.

KALIE: We went back
through all the video,

which is how we found these two.

Wait, I thought
DHS checked every container

coming into the States
for radiation.

Yeah, but cesium-137's
almost impossible to trace.

From Baltimore, he would be
just a few hours drive

from every major city
on the Eastern seaboard.

KALIE: We're coordinating
with the Boston

and Manhattan field offices,
looking for potential targets.

In terms of casualties,
what are we talking about here?

Depending on how much
nuclear material was used,

you could be looking
at a nuclear fallout

that could last for 30 years...

and kill thousands,

potentially hundreds
of thousands.

♪ ♪

CRAWFORD:
Dr. Mueller?

He's ready for you.

NURSE (over P.A.):
Code 65, clear.

Code 65, clear.

CATHY:
Hello, Mr. President.

Well, I'm happy
to see you're not wearing

one of those full
containment suits.

(laughs)
Not to worry.

Your tests are normal.

Deep breath.

(exhales)

(both laugh softly)

Another.

(exhales)

Good.

How is Daniel?

He's not much better...

but he's not worse,
which is a good thing.

ROGER: Beyond all the obvious
symbolic targets,

we're also looking at locations

where the body count
would be highest.

Museums, the Metro, uh,
concerts, sporting events.

Anybody know if the Nats
are in town?

NOREEN: Nats are at home,
O's are on the road.

This is the cargo manifest
they used

from the container
to ship the cesium.

The only thing touched was one
three-by-five-foot container

of olive oil, some of its
contents were removed.

JACK:
Wait a minute.

How much cesium would you need

to have the fallout
you're talking about?

50, 60 kilograms.

Doesn't that look small to you?

Y-You'd need nearly five,
ten times that much.

What if he's not trying
to kill thousands of people?

GREER:
What do you mean?

In Paris, Suleiman killed
that priest,

but he used the death to get
everyone into the church,

and that's when he attacked.

It was a multi-step process.

What if this is the same thing?

What if the outbreak is just
part one of a larger objective?

What does Ebola have
to do with cesium?

I don't know yet.

(beeping)

It's remote detonated.

The number's already programmed
into the phone.

All you have to do is
select it and hit send.

(beeps)

Just enough explosives to turn
the powder into a cloud.

The ventilation ducts
will do the rest.

All this can be done
without you, my sheikh.

How will my message resonate
with those we wish to inspire

if I'm not prepared
to take the same risks?

(Dudayev grunts)

Samir?

(faucet squeaks, water running)

(water stops)

(exhales)

(Samir gasps)

SULEIMAN:
Samir?

(speaks in Arabic)

Could we have the room, please?

Has your husband ever mentioned
the word "cesium"?

No. Never.

Take a look at this photo.

Let me know
if it jogs your memory.

I've told you everything I know.

That was our agreement.

And you've been very helpful.

What about my son?

You promised me
you'd find Samir.

I have done everything
you've asked.

And I am doing everything I can
to find your son.

You are doing everything you can
to kill my husband.

My son doesn't matter to you.

That is not true.

He knew we were coming.

Your husband knew that we were
gonna raid your home.

And I don't know how
he knew that, but he did.

And you think I what?

Warned him?

I'm sorry, Dr. Ryan.

I don't know
what my husband is planning.

- All I'm asking--
- I can't help you.

(door closes)

(upbeat music playing
over radio)

♪ Give me your heart ♪

♪ Or I'll steal it... ♪

MAN:
Here you are.

WOMAN:
Hey, guys.

(indistinct chatter)

You have to order
from the counter.

Oh, right.

♪ She found faith
in a new place ♪

♪ She found faith in a new... ♪

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

(beeps, line ringing)

(car alarm blaring)

(faucet squeaks, water stops)

(door opens)

GREER:
Ryan.

You okay?

Yeah.

Pizzeria just
blew up in Georgetown.

- (door opens)
- (exhales)

What's the capacity?
30, 40 people?

He killed 300 in Paris.

- I don't get it.
- (phone ringing)

- Greer.
- LAYLA (over phone): It's Layla.

NEST is onsite at the pizzeria,
and saying that the bomb

was just straight-up
plastic explosives.

All right, thank you.

No cesium.

He didn't use it.

(sirens wailing)

Where are these
ambulances going, anyway?

Where's the nearest hospital?

Uh, Washington Memorial.

Why?

JACK:
That's where the president is.

Turn the car around.

- What?
- Turn the goddamn car around.

Cathy, it's Jack.

If you're still at the hospital,
you got to call me as soon

as you get this message,
all right?

Take him to four.

(indistinct shouting)

MAN:
Let's go, guys, move it!

But right now,
we've got multiple wounded...

Guys, trauma bay
is back this way.

These two didn't make it.

We're taking them downstairs
to the morgue.

Everybody needs to be searched.

James Greer. Dr. Jack Ryan. CIA.
We called ahead.

- No one told me.
- Let them through.

I got the call. I'm Crawford.

Here, you'll need to wear these
so we know you're the good guys.

What do you know?

Four or five men,
Middle Eastern,

maybe even Mousa bin Suleiman.

- From the church in Paris.
- Exactly.

Can I help you guys?

♪ ♪

JACK: We think the pizzeria may
have just been a distraction.

Distraction for what?

You have the president,
vice president,

and speaker of the House
all in one place.

Not to mention 13 other members
of Congress and cabinet.

He may have been using all this
chaos to sneak a dirty bomb

- into the hospital.
- Fantastic.

Red, three-three Delta.
Repeat, three-three delta.

President's in quarantine
on seven.

Marine One is eight minutes out.

We're gonna evac him
from the roof.

I need to get him ready to move.

- What about everyone else?
- POTUS first.

Then we'll worry
about the others.

I'll deploy my guys
to search the hospital.

- What can we do?
- Help with the search.

(phone beeping)

Shit.

Your phone's not gonna work.

The minute the Secret Service
gets a credible bomb threat,

they jam all
the public cell service

and RF in the area
to prevent remote detonation.

Nobody's calling in or out
who's not on their airwaves.

You take these.

I'll take the ones
down at the end of the hall.

(drill whirring)

Inshallah.

Okay.

What's going on?

Dr. Mueller, I'm gonna need
you and your people

to clear this floor immediately.

- Why?
- Possible threat.

We're evacuating the president.

What about the patients and
the staff on the other floors?

Right now we have
certain protocols.

The president needs to
be evacuated first.

General evac has to wait.

Go back to your office.

(sighs)

Check the stairwell.

(alarm blaring)

AGENT:
They're all heading up this way.

Let's go. Move it.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
This is an emergency evacuation.

NURSE: Follow me all the way
down the stairs, meet outside.

(alarm blaring)

(excited chatter)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
This is an emergency evacuation.

Proceed to the nearest exit
immediately.

This is an emergency evacuation.

Proceed to the nearest exit
immediately.

Buckeye en route.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(siren chirps)

Dispatch, this is
Three Romeo Baker,

do you have a description
on those suspects? Over.

(alarm blaring)

Stay calm, stay together.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Hey, hey, uh, what's going on?

Just keep moving
until you get outside.

Hey!

(overlapping chatter)

♪ ♪

(Cathy screams)

It's all right.

You're all right.

(alarm continues)

It's okay.

- (gunshots)
- (people screaming)

MAN:
Shots! Shots!

(overlapping shouting)

- Where'd he go?
- Down there.

(shouting)

- Move, move, move, move, move.
- This way, sir, this way.

- Baba!
- (Jabir speaks Arabic)

DISPATCHER:
Multiple suspects,

all are Middle Eastern
military-aged males.

Suspects may be armed and should
be approached with caution.

Baba.

Stop right there.

(people screaming)

Hands up!

On your knees. Go!

- Stay down!
- Go!

Don't move.

Keep your hands up. Don't move.

Turn right around. Come on.

I'll cuff him.

Folks, stand back.
Everybody stay back, please.

Let's go.

(cheering)

(overlapping chatter)

(crowd chanting)

(woman shrieks)

(man grunts)

MAN:
Oh, come on.

WOMAN:
Hey, what the...?

MAN 2:
Hey!

(indistinct chatter)

MAN:
Hey!

DOCTOR:
Let's move it, move it.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(sirens approaching)

(panting)

(gunshots)

(train approaching)

♪ ♪

(indistinct conversations)

MAN (over P.A.):
Waterfront Station.

Waterfront Station.
Train approaching.

Hey!

(screaming)

(screaming)

♪ ♪

(indistinct radio transmission)

(overlapping chatter)

WOMAN (over radio): Uh, Unit 45,
are we clearing for...?

GREER:
He's gonna be all right?

Yep.

Fuck me.

Jack, you did good.
Real good.

For an analyst.

- Fuck you.
- Now...

you talk to your boss like that,

you'll find yourself
in a shitty cubicle

writing terrorist
finance briefs.

Promise?

Samir.

Mama!

Samir!

(speaking Arabic)

You were right
not to give up on him.

(girl laughs)

You saved that kid's life.

We'll see.

(call to prayer playing
over loudspeakers)

(man speaking foreign language)

- (vehicles passing)
- (indistinct chatter)

- (sighs)
- (footfalls approaching)

(door unlocking)

♪ ♪

(silenced gunshot)

(door opens, shuts)

(phone ringing)

- Hey.
- Come in.

Doesn't look like
you have too much to pack.

A wise man once said,
"Never move anything

into an office you can't
carry out in one box."

So, you gonna make me guess?

Moscow.

Deputy chief of station.

Holy shit.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

So, what about you?

Here. Just happy to be
in one place for a while.

Well, that makes sense.

You're great at this nerd shit.

Whoa.

Is that it?

I guess so.

Have fun in Moscow.

You know, I went to pray
the other day

for the first time
in a long time.

It was good.

In fact, it was really good.

And I was struck by the words
of the Prophet,

"No man is a true believer

"unless he desires
for his brother

that which he desires
for himself."

And I...

felt like it was a
very important lesson.

Okay.

See you around, bright boy.

(computer chimes)

He's ready to see you now,
Dr. Ryan.

SINGER:
As I'm sure you've heard,

Greer's getting transferred.

- I heard that, yeah.
- Yeah. Great job for him.

- Absolutely.
- Mm.

So, the reason
I wanted to see you

is, obviously, there's a vacancy
that needs to be filled.

And I can't think of a better
man for the job than you.

Me?

Yeah. I want you
to be the head of T-FAD.

You've earned it, Jack.

Wow, I, uh...

I don't know what to say, sir.

You can't go wrong
with "thank you."

Thank you, sir.

Now, before he transferred,

Greer made
this read book for you.

Now, we're gonna be
bringing in some new blood.

A few new analysts.

Change the reps
at Treasury and Justice.

You impressed a lot of people

with your work
on the task force.

This is going to be
good for you, Jack.

You want to stay
at headquarters,

you want to stay visible.

You could be
on the seventh floor

before you're 40.
(chuckles)

Congratulations, and good luck.

Thank you, sir.

♪ ♪