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(MONKEY CHATTERING)

Good find.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed
to do with a pen, but good effort.

You wanna trade?

Hey, give me that.

Yeah.

You wanna see what I can do with this?

Here you go, buddy.

Take it.

Hey, stay close.

(LOUD CREAKING)

(PANTING)

Holy shit.

You okay?

(MONKEY CHATTERING)

Deep breath. Tighten. Pinch. Say it.

Deep breath. Tighten. Pinch.

Good. Now, I move my right arm
as hard as I can

toward the opposite shoulder like this,

and then my arm goes up and over my head.

So, it goes up and over my head.

Up and over my head.

You're stuck. Aren't you?

You know what? I actually...

haven't worked these straps before.

Your face is really red.

Yeah, it's a performance. Stagecraft.
Make 'em believe it's impossible.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SIGHS)

Yo, back off. He bites.

Shit.

-Fuck.
-Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good. I'm good. It's, uh...

It's part of it, you know?

-Yeah.
-(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MAN: Yorick, you in there?

-Should I get that?
-No, no, no, no. Just shut the fuck up.

MAN: I have Beth's check. I need yours
in an hour or I'm calling your mom.

(FADING FOOTSTEPS)

BOY: Who was that?

It's nothing. Don't worry about it.

(GRUNTS)

Huh?

Up and over, right?

(GRUNTS)

Huh? See?

It's okay. You can clap.
He can't hear anymore.

These straps.

My dad says this has to be my last lesson.

Wait, what? Why?

He said we're not getting
our money's worth.

I taught you
how to get out of NYPD cuffs, dude.

He wants me to learn card tricks.

I'll teach you card tricks then.

If you want to be like
every other asshole on the planet.

-He found a camp.
-Dude.

I'm going to it this summer.

-You're gonna go to magic camp?
-I'm sorry, man.

Oh, my God. Your dad's a dick.

Well, I am sorry, but it's true, okay?
You're old enough to...

Um...

All right, well,
we still got 20 minutes, so...

Your turn. Come on. Let's make it count.

Could have been one of the greats, Fred.

Now we'll never know.

Yeah, I just left him.
He was with his aide.

Cut the ordinal adverbs.

"Firstly," "secondly."

Makes me seem like a schoolteacher.

You have the committee at noon.

I'll have the briefing books
in your office.

The President was asked about
Representative Brown's legislative agenda,

which links internet hate speech
to a rise in domestic terrorism.

-Let me guess.
-He's pining about the First Amendment

-and calling for--
-Unity. Yes.

Let's all join hands
with the psychotics of America.

He just doesn't like
that it's coming from you.

You wanna add a paragraph
to the end of the speech?

Hit 'em where it hurts?

Is there press in the rotunda?

Yeah, Andrew and Nick
fishing for comments.

Grab them for me.
I'll give them two minutes.

We're about to have
a lot of incoming calls.

I'll have the dress for the First Lady's
party waiting in your office.

And Yorick's landlord called.

I'm gonna kill him.

There's a nail place across the street.

Ask for Ashley. Tell her you work for me.
She'll touch those up.

Oh, that's okay. I'll just go after work.

Give 'em hell.

Be back in an hour.

My nails are chipped.
I didn't realize she's--

You represent her. And they've been
picking her apart for 20 years. Go.

And thank you for having me.

MAN: Okay, so, right there on the subway,

I whispered in his ear
that I'd suck his dick till tomorrow.

He looked at me
like I was a serial killer.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

This is getting more fun.

You fucking serious?

God, I used to have so much fun
when I was fucked up.

You know, before it got scary.

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Do you need to get that?

(BUZZING STOPS)

Sorry. Go ahead.

Anyway, I...

(WHISPERING) It's my brother.

I thought about you guys.

You know, I thought about this room.

After I'd stopped thinking about dick.

(BUZZING RESUMES)

-Dude.
-You know, I...

Sometimes I still wanna feel like...

Sorry. Sorry.

-Anything is possible, but...
-Yeah. What do you want?

...I think this is better.

WOMAN: Couldn't it wait?

What is wrong with you?

How's this? Fun? Making friends?

Fucking sucks.

Two more and I am free.

You should stop smoking.

-But why?
-Mm.

I need some money.

-Get the fuck out of here.
-No, it's just-- just--

-No, seriously, fuck off.
-Just like a hundred bucks or something.

Can you...

-You think I have money?
-Just need to get some shit for tonight.

-Can you please let me borrow some cash?
-What shit? What's tonight?

Cheese and wine and crackers.
Like, but nice ones.

I'm... I'm doing it. Tonight.

-No.
-Yeah.

-I'm telling you no.
-I thought you liked Beth.

-I love Beth.
-Yeah.

-Beth's great.
-Yeah, I know. I bought a ring.

You're broke. You just asked me for money.

No, no. Joel found it in Morocco.
It's Bedouin. It's turn-of-the-century.

-Joel? From the magic shop?
-Yeah, I'll show you a picture.

-I don't wanna see it.
-No, it's cool. Where is it?

-Mom and Dad still pay your rent, right?
-No.

Yeah, sometimes if I'm, like, low on cash.

You don't know what you want to do
with your life.

-I'm an escape artist.
-Jesus, Yorick.

Beth loves you for some reason,

but this ends badly, I promise you.

No, no. I'm not looking for your blessing.

You can't afford cheese,
but you want to marry your girlfriend.

-Yeah.
-You're keeping a monkey prisoner

-in a studio.
-He's a service animal.

You need to get your shit together.

Okay! You're going to talk to me
about getting my shit together?

-Okay.
-Is that what that meeting is in there?

What, it's the Association
of Responsible Adults?

Yep, that's what it is.

Yeah, you got a DUI in Manhattan.
Do you know how hard that is to do?

Actually, in some ways,
that's an accomplishment, so...

Fine, don't listen to me.
Embarrass yourself.

Okay, yeah. You know what?
Beth loves me and we're happy,

and it's a functioning relationship,

and maybe if you didn't hate
yourself so fucking much...

Whatever.

MAN: Eh, oh.

They're not going to sign your sheet
if you miss the whole meeting,

and I'm not coming to another one
of these things, so...

-Hey, Yorick.
-'Sup, Sam?

-Don't say I didn't warn you.
-Thank you.

I'm sorry I-- about the...

Okay.

MAN: Don't get too attached.
It's a wild animal.

WOMAN: I named him Jerry.

MAN: How do you know it's a boy?

Mm, works either way.

-You know they can give you leprosy.
-Yeah.

Can't be any worse than what
you're carrying.

-Oh!
-(CHUCKLES)

I can build a trap.

We can drive him out somewhere.

It's a fucking Armadillo, Jade.
It's not an endangered species.

Yeah, but he's Jerry.

-You want?
-Yeah.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Okay, they're pulling up. You almost done?

Yeah. Can you...

grab me that battery?

Which one?

The one right there.
Yeah, can you put that

in there?

Ah, kaboom!

Okay. Can you wait in the other room?

They don't want to meet the artiste?

I don't think these guys want a black
chick building their explosive device.

Maybe...

you shouldn't have told them
you can make something you can't make.

Okay, but I owe you.

-Mmm-hmm.
-You're my sensei.

But you just have to fuck off
into the other room.

-These guys are serious.
-Okay.

Okay.

Now.

(KNOCK AT FRONT DOOR)

MAN: What's up, man?

-This place is hard to find.
-MAN 2: Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Is that it?
-That's it.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER EAR BUDS)

(BEEPING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER EAR BUDS)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

MAN: Good work.

WOMAN: I thought I had more time.

Suitcase is on your coffee table,
flight's at midnight.

Maybe someplace with hills?

-Oklahoma's pretty depressing.
-D.C.

We need someone embedded
with POTUS as a credible threat.

Consider it a promotion
for a job well done.

(GUNSHOT)

No, I don't want PAW Patrol.
It's a Ninja Turtles party.

-(GUN FIRING)
-You should have called me last week.

-The party's on Saturday. I can't just...
-(PHONE BEEPS)

Hold on a second. Sorry.
I have to call you back.

What's up?

(SIGHS)

Send me the link. I'll call you back.

Look at that, four in a row.
You got that, right?

-James, can I talk to you for a second?
-Hey, Norah...

-you ever shoot a handgun?
-(LAUGHS)

Sorry, Mr. President,

-no, I haven't.
-But you are

a gun owner, right? Don't make me
look bad in front of the press.

Two Remington 870s
in a gun safe in my garage.

Shot our own turkey
for Thanksgiving last year.

(LAUGHTER)

You shot a turkey?

Absolutely not.

So you just pulled Remington 870
out of your ass?

-I'm good at my job.
-Mmm-hmm.

Jennifer Brown called POTUS
a misogynist on CNN.

-When?
-Just now.

She'll ask him. He doesn't like
to be blindsided.

All right, folks, we need to get
the President back.

WOMAN: Mr. President, one more question.

We'll catch you next time. First Lady
will kill me if he's late for her party.

Thank you, Shonda.
It's a pleasure as always.

SHONDA: Indeed, sir.

-Do I wanna know?
-We'll brief you in the car.

Take a shot first.

Come on. Humor me.

I bet you've never even held a gun.

Once. In college. A boyfriend took me
to a range. (CHUCKLES)

You'll like it.

Don't I need to sign a waiver?

Norah, take the damn shot.

Safety first. (CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Just don't point it at me
or Jordan will turn you into Swiss cheese.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Keep your eyes open

(CHUCKLING) for the love of God.

WOMAN: And Peter, my wild man,

he starts complaining about having
stomachaches.

And then one night

he comes crawling into my bed

and it all comes out.

Mrs. Andrews saw him pull a girl's hair,

and she shamed him publicly

in front of the whole class.

And I am livid when I talk to her, livid.
You know, Mama Bear.

"We're teaching the children
about bodily autonomy," she tells me.

Of course, it doesn't matter that

the girl pushed him first.

Or that he's a child.

We are raising our boys

to fight their instincts,

to be ashamed of them.

We're teaching our boys
to be afraid to become men,

to be afraid to touch a woman.

To kiss a woman.

To be afraid to talk to a woman.

Because we now live in a world

where one misunderstanding, just one,

can unravel a whole life.

(APPLAUSE)

Did you hear what she called him?

-She called him a misogynist.
-Who cares?

He is not a misogynist.

His a champion for women's rights.

Boys, please don't throw any of that.
What are you doing?

Where's your jacket?
What's going on with your tie?

Babe, what's going on?

I thought they were
supposed to be ready.

-We're ready.
-Nobody has their shoes on. Look.

-Boys, shoes.
-BOY: I don't want to wear shoes.

WOMAN: Can you...

She's scared of any primary challengers,
and she should be.

Mmm-hmm.

Either way, she's going to lose
the next election cycle.

-(CHILD LAUGHS)
-Okay, Mommy's little monsters.

Let's all get our shoes on.

Let's get ready. Let's get jackets.

BOY: What's that?

Is it dead?

WOMAN: Okay. Okay, boys, come on.

Don't touch that.

Let's put our shoes on, huh?
Let's get ready to go.

(FOOTSTEPS)

You look beautiful.

(RELIEVED SIGH)

You made it.

You know how much I love glad-handing.

Well, this isn't glad-handing.
(WHISPERS) This is ass-kissing.

Well, at least you called him an asshole
on national television.

That's sure to spice up the evening.

Congresswoman.

He'd like to see you.

I'll get you a drink.

Thank you.

Piano player is a nice touch.

I'm sure Marla's over the moon.

CAMPBELL: Nora saw you on TV.

It's pretty harsh words for someone
who came to your wedding.

What was the exact quote, Nora?

"It's no surprise that President Campbell
wouldn't heed my call

to take Internet hate speech seriously.

That would require alienating
some of his most vocal supporters.

Like the KKK."

The KKK, Jennifer. Really?

Go on.

I was there. I know what I said.

"He's an old-school politician
from a bygone era..."

Really, Jen? You've been
in Congress for two decades.

"...who expects me to shut up and listen.
I think I'll listen to the experts.

The President has never been
a woman on the internet."

You called me sexist.

I was asked. I answered.

You're off the clock.

James still wants to talk about Oklahoma.

What's going on in Oklahoma?

A bomb went off. Domestic terrorist with
ties to the American Freedom Coalition.

Casualties?

Miraculously, just the assholes involved.
Blew themselves up by accident.

Well, want to place any bets
as to their internet activity?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Tell him I'll call him from the car
on the way back to the residence.

Oh, and, uh...

stall for me with Marla for a minute,
would you?

Yes, Mr. President.

You never used to wave the lady card.

We all respected the hell out of you
for that.

Mm, "the lady card."

I don't want a fight in the press.

You think you're the only one
who doesn't like Nazis?

We can work together on this.

You had the opportunity to work with me.
You passed.

Come on. You would have hated that job.

Oh? Tell me more.

I wanted you for it. You know that.

There were a lot of voices in the room.

Don't bullshit me, Ted.

You floated that idea to the press

so you could get a cookie
for being such a moderate hero.

You got all the political points

without having to actually do anything.

-That's how you see me?
-You're a politician.

And what are you?

Believe it or not,

considering a spot in your administration

didn't play as well for me
as it did for you.

(CAMPBELL CHUCKLES)

I like you, Jennifer.

I want us to be friends again.

(CHUCKLES)

We will be, in about two and a half years.

I'm gonna need you to work on Saturday.
Joey's got his daughter's first communion.

I can't. Sorry.

-Why not?
-I don't want to.

I told her about us.

Shut up. You did not.

What did she say?

BETH: Entitled little shits.

Ryan, the kid I was telling you about.

I gave Ryan a C on his term paper
because it was objectively terrible.

I mean, he uses semicolons all the time.

Literally no discernible reason
to use a semicolon.

-It's like he's decorating the page.
-Mmm-hmm.

Thanks. And this motherfucker
asks to talk to me after class.

Well, semicolons are tricky.

Whoa!

What is this?

Grilled cheese.

I can see that.

Three different cheeses.
Cheddar, jack and goat.

And there's tomato in there too.

Mmm.

So, Ryan?

(GROANS)

Ryan tells me he's going to get
the professor involved

because he claims
that I'm biased against him.

Holy shit. This is amazing.

Yeah, you are biased.
You told me you hate his face.

Well, he told the professor
that he thinks I'm out to get him

because I apparently used the phrase
"white privilege" the other week,

and he claims that I was looking
right at him when I said it.

What a dick!

What about you?

How is Freddy? Get him in the jacket?

Yeah, sort of.

Whoa.

Ten-year-olds shouldn't be claustrophobic,
right?

Like, what happened to you, Freddy?
(CHUCKLES)

I think I should come with you
to Australia.

I think I should come.

What? What about your show?
I thought Joel said yes.

Yeah, only if I can get it down
to 45 minutes.

So, get it down to 45 minutes.

No, there's no way. That's like
burning chair, straitjacket tank,

-and like one other thing. That's it.
-So cut straitjacket tank.

I'm not-- What?

Hey, that's the whole thing.

That's the history of magic.
It's the point of it. I'm not gonna...

Uh...

Look, I can work on this from anywhere.

Sorry. You don't want me to come?

Babe, of course I want you to come.
Yeah, visit, but...

Yeah, but an hour on a shitty stage
in the back of a magic shop.

This is the biggest opportunity
you've had.

Open it.

It's, um...

It's Bedouin.

It's turn-of-the-century.

What are you...

Yeah, this makes sense.

-Us. You and me.
-Yorick...

I know I'm a bit of a mess,
and I know you think

I don't know what I want, but I do.

I want you.

It's all I've ever wanted.

We can go to the courthouse
or we can have 600 people at the MoMA.

I'll freaking do it tonight.
Whatever you want, okay?

But just, Beth, let's be us forever, okay?

Fucking marry me.

I can't just ask you to drop your life
and move to Australia.

Yes, you can. Please ask me.

You can't just give me a ring--

It is not just a ring.

No, it's Bedouin.

You said you didn't want a diamond...

You can't come to Australia and be, what,
my professional fiancé? We are 27.

My parents were young
when they got married.

Are you going to sit in the apartment
while I go to school?

And stall for another year on your show?

No, I'll help you and, yeah,
I'll work on my show.

I'm pretty sure Australians like magic.

You'll be bored and you'll blame me.

You think you won't, but you will,
and you'll hold me back.

Hold you back from what?

From meeting people. From diving in.

So, from meeting people?

Yorick.

Oh, my God! Yeah!

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, go meet people.
Fucking Hemsworths and shit.

You're being an asshole.

I'm being an asshole?

You're an asshole.

Oh, my God.
You're giving me shit about my show?

I didn't have time to work today

because you wanna know what I was doing?

I was packing your shit.

And then, yeah,
I was getting your dry cleaning,

and then I was getting cheese
to make your dinner,

and then I just fucking proposed to you.

And you tell me you want to go
to Australia to meet people.

-Mmm-hmm.
-(MONKEY CHATTERING)

What are you doing? Where are you going?

Could you just shut up?

I didn't ask you to get my dry cleaning,

and I didn't ask you to pack for me.

I did it because I'm a nice guy
and I love you

even though you make me
very fucking angry.

No! Can we talk about this?

-I love you.
-I love you.

I have papers to grade.

What am I supposed to do here?

Beth, I can't...
Am I supposed to chase after you?

I'll be back in a few hours.

No. Can you just...
God damn it! I swear to...

(GROANS)

Shit.

WOMAN: What's the threat?

MAN: This one's a marathon.

I'll brief you in a couple weeks.

WOMAN: Who am I?

MAN: Agent Sarah Burgin.

Secret Service.

WOMAN: Armed wallpaper?

MAN: She's a patriot. Like you.

WOMAN: Sarah.

MAN: It's a good name for wallpaper.

(CHATTER)

(CHUCKLES)

What are you doing?

I don't know. I thought I heard...

-I got it. Thank you.
-Ah.

I'm so sorry
this turned into me doing errands.

It's cool.

It's a big flex.

This is not a flex, okay?

My boss needs this for work tomorrow.

I'm honored. I've never picked up

a congresswoman's dry cleaning
on a date before.

I'm sorry.

I'm kidding.

That dress is very... blue.

It's her power color.

-I need to get one of those.
-Yeah, you sure do.

-It's a little late to catch that movie.
-Oh, God! I'm sorry.

Let's get some food.

-What are you in the mood for?
-Maybe Italian. I know a place--

-(RAT SQUEAKS)
-(BOTH SCREAM)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(APPROACHING HOOFBEATS)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Holy shit!

(HORNS BLARING)

What the fuck?

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Yeah. Are you?

Where's my key?

Was that a police horse?

Where's the cop?

(SQUEAKING)

-Come on. Come on.
-Oh, my God.

(WOMAN EXCLAIMS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

Let's get the fuck out of here.

MAN: We're thinking
of built-ins for the den.

Laurie knows a guy on the cape

that makes 'em out
of old World War II vessels.

Wow. The house is beautiful, Ken.

Would you excuse me for just a moment?

-(CHILD LAUGHS)
-Oh! Ooh.

Hey, bub, wait. No running, please.

Sorry. Only kids at the party.

Kim, nice to see you.

-Where's your mom?
-She's hiding.

Dad wanted to put a tent in the
rose garden and a 20-piece orchestra.

She's more understated.

-Well, I'm very glad to be here.
-Are you?

I thought you would've wanted
to avoid associating with women-haters.

I...

I'm kidding.

(CHUCKLES)

-How's Hero?
-Fine. Good. An EMT in New York.

Oh. The last time I saw her
was at the inauguration.

It was a fun night. Memorable.

She certainly enjoyed herself.

Excuse me.
Nicholas is double-fisting desserts.

It's good to see you.

Unh-unh-unh.

No, no, no, no, no.

No. Let's just do a few, okay?
Can you pick one? Okay, that's not one.

So sorry to interrupt,
but I need to borrow my husband.

Nice talking to ya.

A solid 15 minutes on oil futures.

I can't do it, Jen.
I don't know how you can.

Yorick's landlord called this morning.

He didn't pay the rent.

I wired him some money.

We've gotta stop bailing him out.

You want him living with you?
Doing magic in the basement?

(JEN LAUGHS)

No.

-I set up the guest bedroom.
-I have a room at the Jefferson.

-You didn't have to.
-I wasn't sure.

-I have to leave early anyway.
-Okay. Okay.

-I miss you.
-But I'm an asshole.

You are.

But...

This is stupid. This isn't us.

I forgive you. Or I can.

I was working all the time.

None of this is your fault.

I'm not saying that. I, I-- It's just

maybe you've punished yourself enough.

Maybe I've punished you enough. I...

-This time apart...
-Jen.

We can keep it as quiet as you want.

Wait till after the midterms.

But I spoke to Martin.

They're starting the toast.

We'll be right in.

You talked to a lawyer.

Ask me for a divorce.

-I'd like to hear you say it.
-There's a good way to do this.

I love you. I always will.

But it is time.

When the kids were little,
Marla used to write these little notes.

She'd put them in their shoes.
Sometimes there was glitter involved.

The whole house was glitter back then.

I think just about every dress Kimber wore
till she was 15 was covered in it.

Fifteen? Try 25.

(CAMPBELL CHUCKLES)

Marla, you made our
children's lives magical.

Always. And it's been a great pleasure
to watch you these past few years

as you've become a mother to this country.

America's lucky to have you.

I'm lucky to have you.
Happy birthday, darling.

(APPLAUSE)

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

-Happy birthday.
-Happy birthday.

(GLASSES CLINKING)

(SIGHS)

You're still working.

The party place rented our bounce house
to some other family.

-They're offering me PAW Patrol.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Connor's gonna freak.
-I'll have Maggie call in the morning.

Don't make your assistant call.

What else you gonna do?

If Maggie tweets that she spent the day
calling party supply--

I'll do it. Come here. Come here.
Come here. Come here. Come here.

-Long day?
-The longest.

Tomorrow will be longer.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(GIRL SHRIEKS)

Daddy!

(SIGHS)

You want to take this one?

She wants you.

Daddy!

You're okay, sweetie. I'm comin'.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

ROBBIE: I'll get you back to bed. Come on.

-You're okay. It's just a dream.
-GIRL: No, it was real.

WOMAN: How did she take it?

(MAN SIGHS)

MAN: She was upset.

Hurt.

But she gets it, I think. Or she will.

Hasn't been working for a while.

-When'd you do it?
-Before work.

-How?
-I don't wanna talk about her, okay?

I mean, can't we be happy
for a solid minute?

I did the thing.

Hey.

I did the thing.

(CHUCKLES)

I will be back in a second.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(URINATING)

(DOG YIPS)

Hey, buddy. What you doing out here?

Huh?

You got a person?

(WHIMPERING)

Okay.

(DOG BARKING)

Stay.

Dog out here.

Your wife is texting you.

She wants to know
when you're gonna be home.

"And can you please
get diapers on the way?

Fairway's open 24 hours."

Yeah.

I am gonna tell her.

I don't give a shit what you do.

Don't say that.

Don't. It's not that simple.
We have a kid.

I want to tell her.
I'm not trying to hurt you.

You can't hurt me.

You're a 40-year-old paramedic
with a wife who doesn't wanna fuck

and a baby that you never wanted.

Well, if I'm such a piece of shit,
why are you so angry?

Hmm?

You know what? Get out!

-What? Okay, stop.
-Get out! Walk home, okay?

-Come on. Are you serious?
-Get out.

Yes! Get out!

-Stop!
-Get out!

Jesus Christ! I'm sorry
I'm not rushing to blow up a marriage

-to run off with some traumatized--
-Get out!

Ow!

-Fuck!
-Get out!

-That's enough!
-Get out!

There you are, you fucking coward.

Coward?

Get off me. Get out!

Get out!

Oh, no. No, no, no.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my God.

You're okay.

Okay. It's okay. You're okay.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

No.

Oh, my God.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

They're gonna try to strong-arm you.

A billion dollars for satellites
and establishing supremacy in space.

Ronald Reagan Star Wars bullshit.

-It's absurd, and you should fight them.
-Yeah.

Can someone grab me a cup of coffee?

Yes, ma'am.

Of course.

Not on the floor, please.
Back of the chair.

MAN: Thank you.

I'll have a draft on your desk by 9:00.

He'll wanna make his changes,
but I think we're almost there.

Mackenzie, Carter, let's go!

You're late.

Sorry, my son crawled in bed with us
at 4:00 in the morning.

Nobody slept very well.

I'll see you at the office.

Fuck!

We're late for school!

MAN: Dispatch, I'm at the 10-17.
There's a dead dog out here.

When was the vehicle reported missing?

WOMAN: Station 37
called it in at 1:00 a.m.

MAN: Roger that.
We'll be in on the 10-10 B.

MAN: Is anybody in there?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MAN: Hello!

(LATCH RATTLING)

Can you get your brother?

-He's in my room with Daddy.
-They're still asleep.

They're...

(CHATTER)

There's been a massive
casualty event in Israel.

-We need to leave right away.
-Are we in any danger?

-What's going on?
-They want to move us into the Sit room.

-There was a distress call out of Israel.
-Distress call?

About what?

We can't get 'em back on the line.
No one's picking up.

No one's answering in Israel?

-Mr. President, your nose.
-Hmm?

I have a tissue.

Shit.

No, I'm fine.

My God! Help!

We need help over here.

Help! We need help here!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Sir... can you hear me?

Come on, guys. It's time.

(UNEVEN BREATHING)

Can you hear me, Mr. President?

I need a defib!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Where's the fucking defib?

(WOMAN SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

WOMAN: Help me!

My boy!

-Mom?
-Get out!

WOMAN: My boy!

(JET SOARING OVERHEAD)

Help me! (SOBBING)

No!

My boy!

My boy!

-(CAR HORN BLARING)
-My boy. (SOBBING)

Please help my good boy!

Help me!

Somebody help!

No!

(WOMAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

-Think it's a weapon?
-I don't know.

-Where's the Vice President?
-Flight to London.

-We'll get him on the ground.
-Is this everyone? Where's Emily?

Lisa? Lisa, keep going.

Air Force Two just fell out of the sky.
Crashed into the Atlantic Ocean.

-When?
-Three minutes ago.

It's everywhere.

-Underground now. Come on.
-It's...

He's not picking up.

Look at me.

Breathe.

Put it away.

-MAN: Let's go.
-Put this on your face.

Stay with me.

Focus.

You're gonna be okay. Let's go.

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES)

Fuck!

Dude.

(MONKEY CHATTERS)

Beth?

Babe?

(BEEPING)

What the fuck?

-(BEEPING)
-(PEOPLE CLAMORING OUTSIDE)

-(GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE)
-(CAR HORNS BLARING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE)