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We know you are CIA.

Just admit it, and we will stop. I'm a missionary.

I'm here to spread my heavenly love.

A bomb. We call this love.

Sometimes love hurts. I hate you.

I heard you're looking for a new job.

Every night your light is dizzy, all that buzzing makes me...

Couldn't count on all my fingers, all the dates you had... That's great.

What's this?

We didn't order room service. It's just Capone's mouth.

Volker, Nicholas Volker, where is he?

I do not know.

Where did Volker go?

What's your name? Olga.

My name is Olga.

I come from Novosibirsk.

They expelled me to that man.

Did you get a good look at his face?

No.

You did not either?

No, I was improvising.

Who are you?

You're lying.

Please.

I do not understand.

Your perfume. Clive Christian, low pricey for Siberian farm girls.

Impressive.

Did you catch Volker?

No, but I'm getting closer.

Caught an associate of his with some Russian spetsnaz training.

Tell the FBI she's ready for pickup in my trunk.

Sending a message to the Berlin legal attache right now.

Thought you liked that title.

Ladies and gentlemen, Vice President of the United States.

Today, Vice President Thomas Eckhart realizes his

dream of becoming President of the United States.

But for many others, this day marks another dream fulfilled,

the inauguration of America's first female Vice President, Natalie McAbee.

But here she is, just moments away from taking

her oath with the eyes of the world upon her.

I, Natalie Cain Maccabee, do solemnly swear... I, Natalie Cain Maccabee,

do solemnly swear... That I will support and defend the

Constitution of the United States Against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

That I will support and defend the Constitution

of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

Natalie, congratulations.

You have survived.

The first and the most brutal test of office, 11 inaugural balls.

But listen, listen, all joking aside,

surviving challenges is what Natalie here does best.

In both her public and private lives, she's overcome extraordinary difficulties.

It's also why I'm so proud, as a former vice president myself,

to present her with this, the key to this magnificent residence.

I promise to do my utmost to honor its legacy.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

There's a new man in your life, Natalie. This is Malcolm Millar.

Chief steward of this residence.

You'll find him an invaluable asset during your tenure here.

I look forward to serving you, Madam Vice President. Oh, please, call me Nate.

I can assure you that will never happen, Madam Vice President.

You'll find Malcolm here a bit of a stickler when it comes to protocol.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Malcolm, after you.

Actually, the vice president always precedes

the chief steward by at least a half step.

Oh, okie dokie.

Come on in. You caught me having one of those how the hell did I get here moments.

You ever have those?

Daily, madam.

Is there anything I can get for you before I retire?

Maybe a Latin dictionary?

Come again?

The inscription on the fireplace there.

Looks in tenebris, light into darkness?

Correct.

Seems like a riff on the old Freemason aphorism, light out of darkness.

Isn't it?

You have a very eclectic range of knowledge.

My late husband Steven used to say that my mind was like a vacuum cleaner.

Except when we were playing Scrabble.

I'll be right back with that dictionary.

Well done.

You just beat Lyndon Johnson's record at finding the lock.

What exactly have I found?

The greatest secret in the history of our country.

One step behind me.

Tell me this is a wine cellar.

I can assure you that it's not.

To your right, ma'am.

Who in God's name built this?

Anonymous patriots.

Ours is a nation born of unknown heroes.

Ah, here we are.

A history room.

Well, shut the front door.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh.

This is a superb copy of the Constitution. Not a copy, ma'am.

The original.

This is the only complete document containing Article 2, Section 5.

Article 2 only has four sections, Malcolm.

Section 5.

An agent of unknown identity is hereby authorized to serve at the discretion of the

Vice President for the purpose of aiding the Republic in times of dire peril.

So the vice president was some kind of crisis manager of sorts?

Didn't it always seem strange to you that the founding fathers gave the

second most important job in the executive branch virtually no duties?

Yeah.

Section 5.

So, what is an agent of unknown identity?

Who, ma'am?

And we've always considered Nathan Hale there to be the first.

His last words before the British hanged him for espionage

have become a sort of credo for our group.

I regret that I have but one life.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

John Case at your service, Madam Vice President.

No kidding?

No kidding.

So why report to me instead of the president?

That's a great question, Malcolm.

Malcolm?

The Founding Fathers understood, ma'am, that certain emergencies require the,

how shall I put it, the judicious disregard for accepted legal formalities.

In English, the President needs plausible deniability.

Some of the Founding Fathers were lawyers, ma'am.

Okay, so how long do I have?

Come again?

How long do I have to learn my job before I'm expected to run a mission?

You're in play now.

We will, of course, walk you through this, Madam Vice President.

Divine in play.

We have discovered a new chaos merchant on the international scene.

The recent nuclear accident in Marseille,

the unexpected rise in guerrilla warfare in Nigeria,

and the suicide of the Argentinian Prime Minister.

Those three things have one thing in common.

Nicholas Volker.

Who's Nicholas Volker?

Nicholas Volker is the most dangerous international

criminal since Carlos the Jackal.

My people have dubbed him the Fatality Designer, and that's exactly what he does.

So why haven't you been able to capture him yet? He's a ghost, sir.

No face.

No identity.

But now, thanks to an unknown source,

a key member of his network is sitting in my jail.

Former Russian spy turned private intelligence broker Olga Yelena Petrovka.

Born Kiev, 1982. Recruited as a contortionist for the Moscow Circus, 1996.

By the age of 19, Olga had already been mistress

to some of Russia's most elite power players.

General Andrei Rokov, Defense Minister Evgeny Moroshin,

and billionaire Anton Markov.

Well, you look at them. They're coming to America, guys.

I didn't hear anything from our friend Sheryl.

Kolba is kept in the basement of the FBI headquarters.

Mr. President.

A word. About what?

The key, sir.

Listen, Natalie.

It's gonna take some time for you to settle into your new house.

In the meantime, whatever you learn in the privacy of that home,

Thank you, sir.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Have a seat, please.

Thank you.

I hope you like Girl Scout cookies.

I'm practically addicted to the little mint devils.

Judge Thorne. Have a cookie. Okay.

Today, you approach the president regarding your new duties.

Be advised, he will never acknowledge the existence of Section 5 to you.

Ever.

And you must never bring it up with him, either.

No matter how desperately you may desire to do so.

President Eckhart has stepped out of the circle, as you will someday.

So, how did you find out about Section 5?

One of the privileges of being Chief Justice of the United States of America,

I am protector and guardian of every statute and law that governs our republic.

As for Section 5, it is a legal and vital part of our Constitution,

designed by our forefathers to protect us in extraordinary circumstances.

Against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

Now you truly understand your oath and the responsibilities

that you must bear alone and never misuse for personal gain.

We're talking patriotism, not politics.

In times of crisis, we take our hatchets and we bury them.

Into the backs of our real enemies.

Sir.

I have an email from my daughter. It's an emergency. Probably got a B on her exam.

I got a B in college. I framed it and sent it home. I'll see you.

Daddy?

If Volka Petrovka isn't released by 3 a.m., they're gonna kill me.

And if you send anyone to rescue me, they say they'll shoot me on the spot.

Whatever happens, I love you and Mom so much.

Apologies, ma'am. You're needed at the White House.

Ms. Petrovka.

I'm Special Agent Pritchett.

Thank God.

You can get me a cigarette.

You're not at Four Seasons anymore, Olga.

I'm not freaking room service.

But I see the back right there.

I'm afraid you don't understand. You wouldn't like me very much without a cigarette.

I get irritable.

No, you don't understand.

You belong to me now, Olga. You smoke.

When I say you smoke.

Now, where'd your people take Missy Stanton?

The girl, Olga.

Like this, huh?

You like watching me smoke.

Actually, it's thoroughly aggravating.

No more, you smart.

I know something you don't know.

What's that?

I'm double-jointed.

I warned him. I get irritable.

See, that's exactly why I quit smoking. Oddly enough, now I want to start.

These idiots underestimated Olga.

Everybody underestimated her. That's her edge.

She had a plan.

She has accomplices.

Well, given the speed of the situation, Olga must have had help.

So what about local contacts?

That's my man. You know, you trained him well.

He was a quick study.

We combed our databases, searching for persons of interest residing within the D.C.

area, focusing on those who might have some sort of tie to Olga.

Our old friend, Olga's former lover, billionaire Anton Markov.

Billionaire.

Isn't that Russian? Or a friend of Putin?

We immediately tapped his cell phone and we captured this exchange.

Like all good citizens, Anton has spyware detection on his cell phone,

so it shut off immediately.

You checked with the Russian ambassador? Of course.

He claims that his crack security team has scoured every inch of the embassy.

No, Missy.

He's lying.

Probably, but the only way we could prove it

would be to search the embassy ourselves.

That would require... Would require an invitation from the lying Russian ambassador,

and we might as well ask for the keys to the Kremlin while we're at it.

Clearly, the only real hope for saving my daughter in time is to hand over Olga.

That's your only hope, Sarah.

Which we can never do.

Listen, you do not give up hope.

You never give up hope. Come on, sir.

You know that everyone in this room will do whatever

is in their power to get Missy back.

We're in play.

Madam Vice President, you broke Truman's record for shortest training period.

Lucky me.

Olga Petrov is... Well, you already know that.

My job is to be ready when you are, ma'am.

A young girl's life is at stake, and I have no idea what I'm doing.

Malcolm said we're gonna walk you through this whole thing.

Well, we better run, because Missy Stanton is dead in two hours.

Gentlemen, what have we got? Help!

Shut up!

You've done missions like this before?

Yes, ma'am. And they've been successful?

Not always, ma'am.

Percentage of a positive outcome?

We have a 30, 35% chance. 20% tops. So what would you advise?

I'm afraid we can't answer that question, ma'am.

I get it.

This is my job.

It's my decision to make.

Alone.

Really?

Is he wearing some kind of body camera or something?

Yes, ma'am. It's a small button. The all-seeing eye.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Missy Stanton's.

Check it out. It's a million bucks.

That looks quite a bit more.

I love this part. Like watching a bug hit a speeding windshield.

It's not for you.

It's not for you, boy.

He works for me now.

That's my Rolex, you son of a bitch!

You're not gonna need it anymore, Eitan.

I will double his offer.

My name is Leo.

He is best.

Get yourself dressed. You're my invitation to the Russian embassy.

John, there's something on his shoes.

What is it with women and shoes?

It says a lot about who you are and where you've been.

Looks like they're covered in concrete dust and mud.

It's Markov's business in the States.

Looks like mostly commercial real estate, business parks, hotels.

Oh, wait a minute.

We were wrong. They didn't take Missy to the Russian embassy, not the existing one.

She's being held at the future embassy site. Unfortunately, completed or not,

the Russian construction site still enjoys diplomatic protection.

So, so what do we do?

Means we go ugly.

What does that mean?

Judicious disregard for accepted legal formalities.

Yeah, yes, yes!

Let's get Olga. Where's Olga? Did you find her? We don't know, sir.

I look better in black.

Strip.

Antonov, the limousine is here.

Good to see you again.

Shut the door.

Got it? We just downloaded a backdoor into their security system.

We own it now, turning off all recording, erasing

their hard drive. It never existed, John.

What's going on?

Your father doesn't love you.

She's going to need a ride.

John, I am sending an encrypted email to St. Mary's Hospital.

Their location is two clicks from your position.

Estimate the time of arrival, three minutes.

I say again, ETA, three mics, how copy?

ETA, three mics, copy that.

Where am I headed? Elevator near the northeast corner.

Don't kill him! Don't kill him!

What are you doing?

Improvising.

Seriously?

Well, Plan B is dying.

Come on.

Ah!

Careful. You did good. See that? That's for you.

You're running that.

What about you?

Forget me.

Forget you?

There's someone in the elevator.

John Holka is in the elevator.

There's an inbound helo coming no doubt to pick her up. Of course there is.

You know, Olga, you raised the definition of hymenus to a whole new level.

And yet?

You know, Olga, I think that we need to take

a break and hurt other people for a while.

Welcome to command.

Mrs. Safe, all those back-in-her-cage at the FBI, we did okay.

Now we gotta save her every victory, big and small.

That's the good part.

The man who saved you, honey.

Did you get a good look at him?

Nicholas, darling, what's the next plan to get me out?

You're holding it.

Volker's here.