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We all lost something on our way here.

I didn't lose my wife. I know exactly where she was.

She was in a different city when it happened,

and she died because he didn't get her to a goddamn plane.

I saw her that night.

I saw her.

Got the news of the world right here.

Agent pace, take them out.

People need to know that there are survivors,

- and I'm gonna tell them the truth. - No, you're not.

First Cal, then Billy.

It was her.

We take her down.

It's gonna be hard taking anybody down without weapons.

- There are weapons. - The sub-basement of the arena.

You just punch in a code. It's the day of my inauguration.

And I know how to get 'em.

Go upstairs and get your brother, pack a bag,

whatever you can fit into a backpack.

Hey, Carl, I need to call in that favor.

My flight is still on time. I need to finish packing.

Getting summoned to the principal's office for a lecture

- is the last thing I needed right now. - Yeah, I know.

She in trouble because of cake?

Yeah, a shitload of cake.

Hey, have you seen my blue jacket? I need to pack it.

What?

Well, either you have a problem with my jacket,

- or you have a problem with me. - I didn't say anything.

My work takes me to Atlanta.

- It's everything I've worked for, babe... - I know.

I know.

Hey, if pot us doesn't keep you late again tonight,

you could get home in time to kiss me goodbye.

Metro's been dicey this week.

- Might even get a quickie. - I'll be home by 5:00.

Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

Mr. Collins and, Dr. Rogers-Collins, actually.

Of course. Come in.

Each eighth-grader was asked to explore an issue

that is negatively impacting our world today.

Presley's project was entitled "an exhibition of food inequality."

- "Inequity." - I'm sorry?

The title of her project was "an exhibition of food inequity,"

not "inequality."

Inequities are the result of unjust inequalities.

- They're not the same. - Does the title matter?

The project was a bunch of bs.

- Excuse me? - Boy.

Okay, we got the title. We're good.

- Please continue. - According to the teacher,

Presley assigned each student a country or a class of society to represent.

She then passed out one piece of cake to each student

to show ideal global food security.

Afterwards, she redistributed the cake

to illustrate the current state of food inequity.

Yeah, she made Charlie a goddamn billionaire.

She took the cake away from everybody else and shoved it all at him.

She had all children representing poor countries

chanting at him to eat.

He ate so much cake

alright, okay, well, he didn't have to eat it.

She was making a point.

It was a nutjob project, and you know it.

- My daughter is not a nutjob. - Ter.

Five years from now, you ask those kids whose project made an impact.

Mrs. Collins, that's not the point.

That's not the point?

- Presley will be issued a warning. - Explore an issue,

that was the point, right?

She explored the shit out of that issue.

You wanted her to make a point, she made the point.

She made it so those kids are gonna think twice

before they toss half their macaroni in the trash.

- But you folks... - okay, Presley will be given

a stern warning, we understand. Thank you.

Charlie vomited in the garbage can.

The kid's humiliated, he's refusing to come to school.

Hey, hey, here's a thought.

Put his ass in the car and tell him he's going to school.

- Alright. - Try that.

He's gonna talk to me about who's a goddamn nutjob.

It's good to see you, cliff.

- You love me so much right now. - Not even a little.

The strings we pulled to get her in this school,

we can't be pissing off the other parents like that.

Come on. Those people call themselves parents?

That Charlie is like a proper bully.

Straight outta 1984. He's old-school cobra Kai.

- The dirty duct tape incident? - With the toilet water?

That was that Charlie?

I thought it was Charlie g

- that was the bonehead. - Yeah, no, it was him.

X, your daughter didn't just do a hell of a project.

She pulled off the payback of the century.

You didn't need to make a scene.

That's all I'm saying.

Well, sometimes making a scene is the only thing you need to do.

Sweetheart, I love you. You are the kindest, calmest,

most centered human being on the planet.

But one day, you are gonna hit your limit.

One day, some poor bastard is gonna force you to make a scene.

And when that happens, tell you what.

I would not want to be the motherfucker on the other side of it.

Answer me this.

How much cake did this kid hold down before he yakked?

At one point,

Teri was looking like she might take a swing at the dad.

It's probably good she's getting out of town.

Atlanta again?

Yeah, she's making big leaps at her job.

She's, she's amazing.

Well, I'll leave you to it, sir.

Hey, Collins, wait up.

Yes, sir?

Field trip. What do you say?

It's getting late. You don't wanna finish up here?

What's there to do?

It's all unfixable.

I want you to walk me through the versailles protocol.

Where do they take me if the shit hits the fan?

I mean, I know you don't know any of the details

about what the actual shit might be and when it could hit said fan.

But from a logistical standpoint, how do they get me outta here?

- You know the protocol. - I don't, actually.

Marsha, you wanna come in here?

Xavier's gonna take me on a little walk.

We can call it a night.

Sounds good, Mr. President.

Don't keep him up too late, Xavier, it's a school night.

That's a promise.

Why are there still words on my sky? You said you were on it.

Turns out we can't take them down.

What do you mean you can't?

Whoever did this locked us out of the system.

Carl Jenkins?

Yes. And this is Lucy.

What the fuck. How'd you get a dog down here?

It's why Xavier wants me to hide, in case they go searching.

Where do I go?

All I know is he said to stay put. Safest thing is to have you all here.

The kids are in the back room.

What are you doing?

You're leaving?

Dad told us to stay here until he came back for us.

I know what he said.

But, James, listen to me.

You know how you're always begging me to let you do cool shit?

Well, I'm gonna need you to do some cool shit for me.

Thank you.

It's quite the scene out there.

Let's cut the bullshit.

Let's, yes...

Well, I'm glad that you called me in, because whatever's going on out there,

we're gonna need some carefully crafted messaging

to calm the collective anxiety of all of the

I'm sorry, I thought we just agreed to cut the bullshit.

"Whatever's going on out there"?

Agent Collins is what's going on, so no need for us

to act like we don't know what's what.

Xavier?

Wowza.

Screw a guy in the shower, and he doesn't even tell you

when he's gonna topple the city-wide status quo.

Men, am I right?

I... I picked you up off the floor, Samantha.

You violated the privacy of my home?

Here's the thing.

You love this city. I love this city.

If we want to preserve it,

you need to go have a nice meal with your man

and find out what he's up to.

He just checked in at the diner.

Strange out there?

The last time you were in, you barely touched your cheese fries.

You wanna try again?

I'm good with the steak, thanks.

You know, I thought I was gonna miss real meat more.

I actually don't mind this plant-based stuff.

- Puts on a pretty convincing show. - Xavier.

Plus, there's this thing...

It has been caught in my head, doc.

It was this thing from before.

Before the world ended, when we used to eat real meat.

I can't stop thinking about how they used to catch the cows to butcher them.

And back then, you wouldn't let your mind go there, but now...

Can't stop thinking about it.

I can picture it, what it must've looked like...

Sounded like.

How they corralled them,

and they shrank the space smaller and smaller

until the animals broke.

They would line up single-file

and march down a chute to their death.

All that muscle, all that heft, and they just surrendered.

And it makes you wonder if that's what she did to us.

Led us down here, corralled us, and sent us to slaughter.

Xavier, what's going on? What happened?

The president is dead.

Billy pace is dead.

And now, here you are.

So, why don't you tell me what happened?

Why did she kill them?

Xavier, Samantha redmond is a lot of things.

She's wildly imperfect.

But she's not a monster.

She's a mother, and she's trying to protect the people in her charge.

Well, what did she think of the sky?

I did it for her.

- She's trying to take it down. - Yeah, no shit.

What is it?

Tell your girl I'm comin' for her.

If versailles protocol is launched,

this is the most direct route to the west wing peoc.

You know, the first time I saw that, I thought,

what the hell kinda gift is that to the white house?

Two old women reading books.

Then you look a little closer...

And you realize they're just passing time...

Covered by mosquito nets.

Fooling themselves into thinking there's anything they can do

to protect from the violence of nature.

- Good evening, sir. - General.

Hey.

Well, you're in a hurry tonight. You got someplace to be?

Thought you wanted the tour.

Southwest staircase also has restricted access.

West wing bunker's five flights down.

Okay.

Hang on. Hang on.

A little stress reliever.

Yeah, I know.

John mcclane didn't believe it at first either.

Die hard, you make little fists with your toes, remember?

Never saw it.

You never seen die hard?

That's a bridge too far, Collins. We're gonna have to remedy that.

- Yes, sir. - Alright.

Where would we go next?

He said the message in the sky was for you.

He said he was coming for you.

Who the hell talks like that?

Then he hacks off his band with a knife?

What the fuck is he doing? I mean, besides dramatically eating.

He was waiting at that diner.

Waiting for me to send someone. Morton?

- Ma'am? - Any information on his kids?

He must have removed their bands, too.

- Who else is offline? - Band removal happens more than you think.

Any given moment, there's usually a couple dozen or more.

Any of them known associates of Xavier Collins?

Known associates...

A member of his team, Melvin rainey.

And the special agent in charge of the secret service detail,

Nicole Robinson.

You think they're helping him?

Before Robinson's wristband went offline, she used it

to access the southeast sub-basement door.

The weapons.

Go keep an eye on my family. Now.

Shit. It's me.

Sorry.

It does feel good to have it back though.

The weight, that recoil, brass flipping through the air.

- You need a moment? - I'm good.

Alright, who we got?

Well, Garcia was in from go.

Brooks.

Told them both to get together a crew of folks they trust,

folks who know how to handle themselves.

They'll be here any minute.

- Should be enough manpower. - Good.

What about Jane? She with us?

You see her yesterday?

She was practically catatonic over pace. I didn't even bother.

She's loyal. She'd be an asset.

Xavier, even on her best day,

she's barely a notch above a fucking intern.

She's Holly hobbie with a gun.

- How much time we got? - It should be starting soon.

Why the fuck is he talking like Santa claus?

It's a die hard reference, ma'am.

We don't know what the subsequent messages are,

or when they might appear.

What we do know, is the sky seems to be cycling

through some kind of locked program.

He's taunting you.

He's threatening to expose something. What does he have on you?

I want it fixed.

I want it off the sky now, whatever it takes.

Ma'am, we don't have a clear path to overriding this program.

The only other option is a hard reboot.

We shut down the sky and turn it back on.

How long?

Beverly?

We don't know. It's never been done before.

Absolutely not.

Sam, a shutdown would be like reliving everything all over again.

The sheltering protocols, the illusion of world being broken.

The sky would go out.

People would remember they are living in a cave.

- They know they're living in a cave. - Okay, okay, listen, ha

have you ever been on a ride at Disneyland when it breaks down?

They turn on the lights, and then it is never the same for you again.

Samantha, look at me. Look at me.

Find Xavier.

You can work this out.

Reboot isn't an option.

Find another way to disable the program.

Yes, ma'am.

I want all authorities alerted.

Be on the lookout for Collins. Arrest him on sight.

Copy that.

- It was nice to lose the bracelet. - Appreciate you, Garcia.

All of you. Hey, man.

Pace was an asshole, but he didn't off himself.

So, think you can handle this thing?

Five years in the seals before I got fat, baby.

- They got a bolo out on you. - Good.

It means she's taking the bait.

Weapons stay outta sight as much as possible.

We're not trying to panic the people.

- Last resort only. - Hey, look, I am all in.

But how the fuck are we gonna pull this off without firing?

Just a little bit of magic, rainey.

I appreciate you taking advantage of this place.

Most people never set foot in here.

Yeah, well, I just, I just like the music.

Well, if you're, interested,

you should really check out our exhibit on the bunker design.

You know what, I'm gonna... I'm gonna turn on the lights...

Dude, I really don't care how this...

How can you just be sitting here?

Weird stuff is happening.

- And I need to tell you something. - Okay.

Billy is dead, and.

I don't know what my dad is doing, but I think it might be because of this.

Where did you find that?

Sometimes I went to your dad's to play Wii with Billy,

because they'd turn the cameras off.

That's what I was doing, I was going there that night.

I was heading inside, and it was just laying there.

I shouldn't have taken it, but.

I thought maybe it could tell me something about my mom,

about what happened in Atlanta.

Maybe if I knew what happened to her...

It won't feel so much like she died alone.

But it's protected.

I couldn't even get the stupid thing to open to give me that much.

I can help.

They told you the president died of natural causes.

I saw the body. I saw the blood.

President Bradford was murdered.

Many of you knew agent Billy pace...

And they told you he killed himself.

And that's a lie, too.

Samantha redmond, code name Sinatra, is behind this.

She's pulling the strings,

and the other billionaires are marching in step.

But that ends now...

'Cause we're taking control of the city.

And when we do, we will find justice...

For the president, for Billy,

and for every one of us who went through hell to get here.

Because we didn't come this far to be fed a bunch of lies.

We didn't come this far to nod our heads and play along.

So, if you're with me, we're gonna go out there

and we're gonna rip the fucking lies right from underneath 'em.

- Let's go! - We're gonna make a scene.

You know why?

Because sometimes making a scene is the only thing you need to do.

All staff cleared for versailles have biometric access

to the west wing bunker.

Nothing like being hermetically sealed.

Hey, I say we lock the vp out as a joke. You imagine the look on his face?

On the day, a special agent in charge of evacuation

will escort our group to marine one.

Now, the bunker was built to withstand a direct nuclear hit.

It has a self-contained food and air supply

that will support the entire west wing indefinitely.

- Interesting. - But no one's gonna be camping out here.

The minute versailles is called, you record the speech,

we're escorted down, wait for confirmation of the safest route

to joint base Andrews, then we're out.

So, go to finish, the whole thing is what, 30, 40 minutes?

Ideally? Versailles, to bunker,

to south lawn tunnel, to marine one, to Andrews, to air force one,

20 minutes tops, and then we're airborne.

And then we soar off to xanadu.

What?

Sir, I'd like to know what's happening,

and I'd like to know when it's happening.

I know it's not my place to ask, but I'm asking.

When does this mysterious shit hit the fan,

and where exactly are we going?

I can't.

Collins.

I think it's time you put your foot down with your wife.

Trips to Atlanta are not as risk-free as they used to be.

My wife hasn't listened to me for 20 years, sir.

I have no details. It all sounds so far-fetched.

Okay.

Well, then, if it comes to that.

I guess we'll just have to go pick her up from there.

I'm gonna be the man in charge when the world ends.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Stay vigilant, watch your squads, get to your assigned posts.

Robinson and I are going for the explosives.

You telling me we got rpgs stashed somewhere around here?

Nope. Just a little bit of magic, rainey.

Let's move!

Alpha, on me!

- Move it! - Alright, you heard him, let's move.

What's written on the sky is cycling through a locked program.

Reboot isn't an option.

The effects on the population would be too costly.

Our techs are finding another way to disable the program.

You keep saying "program." The message is going to change again?

We don't know. It's possible.

The sky is the least of our problems.

Can we address the fact that some agent breached the goddamn weapons cache?

I'm sorry, what agent?

How does he know about the weapons?

Samantha, what do you know about this?

We are sitting ducks here. What does he want?

How many people does he have?

How are we containing this?

Provide stability.

We may all come from different worlds,

but we are all on the same team now.

You good?

I haven't been back here since the day we arrived.

I was so busy barking out orders, I never even really...

That day... you know? I'm.

- I'm sorry. - It's cool.

We're cool. Come on.

Grandpa?

The words, they...

They pour through.

If I had a cup, I could catch 'em.

Well, grandpa, this is... this is Presley.

Remember her?

You were right, you... you did see her here before,

but she wasn't doing anything bad.

See, I'm-I'm trying to help her.

She's... she's...

She's important to me.

Look, grandpa...

We're trying to, we're trying to get this open.

Can you help?

You get stationed on air force one, you memorize all the stats.

Like that the underbelly of this thing is filled with defensive measures,

including flares capable of misguiding a targeted missile when deployed.

We don't have to blow shit up, Robinson. We just need her to think we are.

Garcia for Collins.

Go for Collins.

Weapons secure.

How we doing on the magic?

We're about to bring it.

Grandpa?

It's not that simple, Cal. Never was.

I've seen that before.

I saw it that night.

I wanna help you, son.

- But... - Okay, yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're doing the right thing.

Hadley has a biology test today.

She's really been studying for it.

We were up late prepping.

It's amazing how much time we spend studying

just to forget everything when we grow up.

You're doing the right thing waiting this out.

The police will find Xavier,

and then you can talk to him.

Find a resolution.

Do you really think that's possible?

What does he know?

What? Did you find something?

There's stuff about Atlanta on here.

Two thermonuclear weapons hit there.

And I found something else.

What are you afraid of him exposing?

Samantha.

What did you do?

Boss! Cleared a spot for you.

The music is a part of the locked program. We can't turn it off.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three,

two, one.

Get down, ma'am!

- Morton. - Samantha, wait.

Shut it down. Shut it all down.

Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.

Listen, the bunker tour was 11 out of 10, really.

You even walked me home. I'm blushing.

But, I gotta tell you, I really undersold die hard.

You gotta see it, man, it's not all about feet.

Yes, sir.

- You off the clock? - About to be, sir.

Metro's been dicey, want to get home before Teri heads out.

She leaves tonight?

Yes, sir, I told you.

No, you told me she was leaving. You didn't say she was leaving tonight.

Fuck the Metro, I'm gonna get you a car.

I appreciate that, sir, thank you.

Alright, well, just do yourself a favor and watch the movie, will ya?

You'll be all about hans gruber.

He's the bad guy, but he's classy-smart like you.

You think he's doing one thing, but really, he's just getting the FBI

to play right into his hand.

Yeah, can we get our boy Xavier a car, stat?

Thank you.

Reboot initiated.

Commence shelter protocol.

Return to your homes...

Shelter protocol. Let's move, now.

Stay low. This way.

Reboot initiated... Mr. President, this way, sir!

Commence shelter protocol. Return to your homes.

Let's go. Get in.

Dr. Torabi, get in!

Get in!

Commence shelter protocol.

Return to your homes.

Just got word. Your husband and daughter have landed, ma'am.

- What's happening? Please! - Come on with this fucking...

What about us?!

We need to know!

Don't look at me like that. This was the only way to stop him.

Return to your homes. Conserve oxygen.

Reboot initiated. Commence shelter...

Everybody, can I please get your attention?

Whoever wrote that up there is right.

They are lying to us.

Where are they taking us?

Shelter protocol.

All senior officials and families are taken to a secure location.

- Everything on point? - Sinatra's bringing up the rear.

- We hold until all the vehicles... - fuck.

Sinatra's taking off.

- Secure the rest inside. - Wait...

She's not getting away.

Xavier, wait.

It's all made to make us feel safe.

We are not fucking safe.

They lied about what happened to the four people they sent outside.

They lie about everything!

You think they'd tell the truth about how my dad died?

- Jane? My gosh. - Hey.

Billy. I... I know.

Hands behind your heads, up against the wall.

Nope, hands.

Open the door.

Inside, both of you.

All I can think to do is hide from all of this,

and eat a shitload of ice cream,

and just wish the world would go back to the way it was.

- I know that sounds ridiculous. - No.

I just really don't want to be alone right now.

Would you come with me?

I got you.

Okay.

I couldn't let her be one of 'em.

Cattle down the chute.

- She and I have history. - You tipped her off.

We built this place together.

This city has to hold.

Xavier.

It's coming back on.

Talk to her.

If you're looking for my guards, I sent them home.

I was about to walk into that safe house.

I would've been stuck in there with baines and that wife of his, oof.

And you would have what, ransacked my office and my computers,

my underwear drawer looking for proof of my sins?

You murdered the president. You killed Billy.

I didn't murder the president.

I might have if he kept digging where he was digging.

But I didn't.

Billy, though...

Unfortunately, he left me no choice.

Turn around, put your hands on your head.

Hey!

You cleaned out the weapons, but there was one bullet

- you didn't know about. - Turn the fuck around!

If you think I'll stand down, you're not seeing me.

I'm seeing you fine, Xavier.

I'm seeing a man who loves his family.

A man who loves his wife.

Appreciate that, thank you.

What's this? The president's carriage?

Don't go.

I love you baby, but you're late.

See you in ten days.

Your wife is alive out there, Xavier.

And if you stop all this nonsense.

I can help you find her.