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before checking in with the senator.

North side's clear.

South gate's not, black pickup truck

with out-of-state plates.

It's been idling out there for about 20 minutes.

You think we should check it out?

Nah, neighbor's kid's home from college.

Got home a few days ago.

Every morning around this time he sneaks out to hotbox.

Those were the days.

What do you say? One more loop?

No, let's call it.

Let the day shift handle it.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Let's go.

What the hell is that?

Yeah, over by the east tree line.

I'm calling in central.

Kelly?

Kelly? Kelly, honey?

Honey, where are you?

She's not in her room, David!

Where'd you go?

David, I can't find her!

She was just here!

I'm checking the den.

I'm here, Mommy!

Kelly!

She's in here. I got her.

Go, go, go!

Oh, my God.

Dad, what's happening?

Daddy!

Daddy!

Understood, sir.

As soon as I know more, so will you.

That was the director.

This morning, a gunman broke into Senator Hirsch's home

in Larchmont, leaving three dead.

The senator?

She survived, along with her daughter,

but her husband, David, wasn't as lucky,

along with two of her security detail.

Right, so it's like Minnesota all over again.

Do we have motive?

Not officially, but if you said it was

politically motivated, I'd buy it.

Senator Hirsch was supposed to be

on a flight this morning to D.C. to vote

on a military budget amendment.

And of course, that bill has both sides

of the aisle up in arms.

I've been following that... the Veteran Care Initiative.

You'd think supporting the troops would be an issue

that crosses the aisle.

Except defense contractors lose

when funds get reallocated.

And then maybe the politicians they

support watch their contributions disappear.

Right. Hornet's nest. Got it.

So have any other senators been targeted?

No, not so far.

But Hirsch was the swing vote here.

So we are thinking someone tried

to kill the senator to swing the vote in their favor?

That is our working theory, yeah,

but the director wants answers, not theories, and fast.

He wants somebody's head today.

Then we'll get one.

I'll get the team to the senator's house.

Yeah. I just need to get by and...

FBI.

Excuse us, everybody. Step aside.

Come on, guys. Thank you.

Excuse me.

It's starting to feel like every day,

somebody's throwing a new log on the bonfire.

Well, a senator attacked the morning of a big vote,

somebody is wanting to burn it all down.

Time to find out who.

Chief Mulroney, welcome to Larchmont.

So what do we know so far?

You people ain't dealing with an amateur.

Based on the surveillance I saw,

shooter was in and out in less than two minutes.

5.56 NATO cartridges over here.

Most likely an intermediate-range carbine.

Two, three...

Our entrance wound is at heart level,

but the exit wound is below the ribs,

meaning our guy had to have taken a shot

from a higher vantage point.

Mm-hmm.

Like I said, he ain't an amateur.

Sniper's nest definitely narrows down his placement.

The victim was shot head-on.

It means he was facing his shooter,

and the angle of the body suggests

that the shot would have had to come from this direction

somewhere in there.

I saw a blinking light.

It was in the tree in the backyard.

It was weird.

Your men were well-trained, so something or someone

must have lured them out.

That's probably what Kelly saw... a mirror maybe,

something to reflect the sunlight.

Kelly, can you tell us what happened next?

Our alarm went off.

I screamed for my mom and dad, but they couldn't hear me.

So I hid.

I looked everywhere.

By the time David found her, it was just too late.

You did everything that you could, Senator.

There was too many risks coming at you.

You served?

David was a West Point man.

Fourth generation.

So was I. 75th Ranger Regiment.

We never crossed paths, but I'm sure he was a great man.

The greatest.

Marina, can you?

David tried to protect us.

He even got an army buddy to come and consult

on our security system.

We had to do something.

I thought it was a bit much, but I guess I was wrong.

What do you mean by that?

Every person I help, there's another out there that's

convinced I'm doing them harm.

And they let me know it.

Online threats?

For starters.

But also, we've been doxxed.

I've had people show up on the property.

Who's been targeting you?

Second Amendment purists, environmentalists, you name it.

OK.

On that subject, we know that you're

supposed to be in D.C. today.

Yeah, well, if you're asking if today's vote

is the reason we were targeted, sure.

Add it to the list.

I guess it shouldn't surprise me

that even veteran care is a controversial subject

these days.

Part of me hates the fact that David risked his life

for anyone who'd disagree.

But the other part of me knows that if he had to,

he'd do it again.

Well, you have our word.

We will do everything we can to catch David's killer

and bring him to justice.

Looks like we got something!

Found the murder weapon.

Serial number is scratched off.

It's still loaded. -Mm.

Well, if there were prints or DNA on the murder weapon,

soil degraded them.

And the killer filed off the serial number clean.

OK, so... so we can't get an ID?

I didn't say that.

He only filed off the visible numbers.

But little-known fact,

the stamp always leaves an impression

on the metal underneath.

OK, assuming from that smirk on your face

you can recover it?

Via electrolytic acid etching.

If we swab the gun with an electric current,

we can reinforce the pre-existing impression.

Pull the number.

Look alive, people.

So the serial number on the gun recovered at our crime scene

is registered to a Peter Tedesco.

That's him? OK.

What do we know about him?

43 years old, white, 5'11".

Multiple ex-girlfriends accused him of domestic violence

over a decade ago.

Prosecutors got one of those charges to stick.

OK, it's a felony, sure, but doesn't

necessarily scream political assassination, right?

But he definitely has the skills to pull off one.

According to his socials, Tedesco

competes in long-range sharpshooting competitions.

Gold medal from 1,200 yards,

1,200 yards?

OK, is he a height match to our perp?

Comping Hirsch's security footage.

Algo confirms 98.8% match.

OK, getting warmer.

What else, though?

We need this to be watertight.

Well, records show that Tedesco

tried to enlist in the army but was

denied due to his DV charge.

And based on his W-2s, he hasn't been able to find

steady work, either.

Yeah, I'm checking his financials.

I mean, it looks like he's living

off the prize money from these sharpshooting competitions.

OK, so he's rejected by the army.

He's bouncing around.

He's mad at the world.

Somebody draw me a line between that dot and our senator.

OK, last night, he posted on his socials about today's vote.

The senator is championing a budget amendment

that guarantees veterans housing and healthcare.

So that's, like, everything Tedesco struggled

to maintain since the felony.

OK, so he took her work personally?

Oh, definitely.

On his last post, he wrote, "That bitch Hirsch deserves

everything coming to her."

OK, I asked for watertight.

That is damn close.

Do we have a beat on his whereabouts?

Yeah, his phone is pinging at his listed address.

All right, get our agents and SWAT there right now.

Man down! Man down!

Get down!

Stand back!

That's a warning!

Who has eyes on Tedesco?

Second-story window.

Keep his head down.

You're with us. Go.

We're inside.

Stay away!

Do not come closer!

I got plenty more left!

A bullet for each one of you!

Augh!

This is what we call open and shut, Peter.

Take a look.

These are all of your online threats to Senator Hirsch

the night before she was attacked

on three different forums.

We have the M4 that was found outside her house in the woods.

Ballistics confirmed it was the murder weapon.

And for the trivia fans, it was registered in your name.

And lastly, we have a surveillance photo

of you leaving her property this morning.

Forensics confirmed same height, same build.

You know where I'm going with this, right?

Except that's not me.

Shooting at federal officers doesn't really help

your case, either, Peter.

So I don't know why you're being so coy.

Trying to kill the senator is the only

real thing you have ever done.

Excuse me?

A wannabe soldier.

But the army didn't want you because you beat up on women.

So you play pretend,

collect your little guns, have your shooting games

on the weekends.

But deep down you know that will never matter.

Senator Hirsch wanted to give real soldiers,

people that sacrifice for this country, what they deserve.

That's some fancy theory.

It's motive.

Sure.

I wanted that bitch dead.

I'll give you that.

And that's all I'll give you.

Because that's not me.

That's Molon Labe 227.

Molon labe.

Greek for "come and take them."

Every gun nut's favorite rallying cry these days.

I don't know that guy's real name,

but that's the handle he uses.

He messaged me on 8Chan, said Hirsch was

an existential threat, needed to be dealt with.

I agreed.

We were supposed to meet up at a bar late last night.

Let me guess.

He didn't show?

I waited an hour.

Decided to call it after two beers.

Then it gets fuzzy.

Mm. Of course it does.

I'm serious.

I was drugged.

Had to be.

One minute, I'm leaving the bar.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up to find my place

tossed and my M4 missing.

Then I turn on the news.

I see the senator's place had been attacked.

And that's when you guys showed up.

And you want us to believe that you were framed?

Check the signal account on my burner.

It's all there.

And for the record, if it was me,

I would have gotten the job done.

That's awfully convenient.

We're not buying what this wacko is selling, right?

JOC just confirmed that there are messages between Tedesco

and his profile that he's talking about, but so far,

no luck tracking it.

All right, then let's humor Tedesco.

Let's get his consent to run a tox screen.

Close the loop.

And if the loop doesn't stay closed?

Well, then we've got a bigger problem.

If Tedesco was being framed, that means the senator

is still in danger.

I need to steal him.

Senator Hirsch?

I am SAC Isobel Castille.

I know that you have met my associates,

Agents Bell and Zidan.

We didn't expect you to go back to work so soon.

Well, the man who attacked me wants to silence me.

I need to show him he can't.

While I admire your bravery,

I need you to stop for your own sake.

Charlotte, you should listen to them.

I'm sure you know Ron Widener.

Behind every great politician is a great big wallet.

I prefer the term "cheerleader."

Of course, Mr. Widener.

We tried to tell her.

Just take a beat, huh?

The senate will understand if you have

to delay the vote by a day.

Actually, I don't think they will.

If I sit this one out, they might very well proceed.

And without my vote, the amendment will fail.

And all your support will go to waste.

Apologies.

We're short on time.

My flight's about to leave.

Is there something I can help you with?

Yes, and it will only take a moment.

Senator, we believe that the killer is still at large.

Well, what happened?

I thought he was in custody, dead to rights.

Well, apparently, our initial suspect

may have been incapacitated at the time your family was

being attacked.

And we fear the real killer will try and finish the job.

It's best that you stay put in our custody.

Cain.

Ma'am?

Officer Cain, USCP.

Capitol Police has been assigned to escort

Senator Hirsch to the vote.

We'll make sure she gets there and back safely.

See?

I-I'm safe.

With all due respect, Senator,

until your husband's killer is caught,

you should stay here in New York.

Best for whom?

You want me to stay in this house

where my husband was murdered,

look my daughter in the face and say the bad guys won,

and I've been intimidated into silence,

that her dad died for nothing?

We understand your position, Senator,

so please understand ours.

If you insist on going, Agents Bell and Zidan

will be escorting you to D.C.

Now until we catch this guy, wherever you go,

so does the FBI.

Welcome, Senator.

Honored to have you aboard Canto Airlines.

If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

All the other passengers are boarded?

Yes.

You hang tight.

I'll do a loop, make sure everything's clear.

I could use an extra set of hands.

Yeah, sure.

I'll make sure the last rows are empty.

You think I'm being reckless by attending the vote?

In my experience, the line between reckless and brave

is so thin that you can see through it.

What side am I standing on?

Your husband would be proud of you, ma'am.

My husband would be furious, but...

he understands that there's no way I can skip this roll call.

I mean, this amendment might not even pass,

even if I stood up.

But if it failed because I chose to hide...

All clear, Senator.

Hey, Senator Hirsch.

Sir, you need to sit down.

Can I just say...

Step back.

Sorry.

Sorry, man.

I just wanted to say to the senator

I'm sorry about what happened.

By rushing her after someone attacked her family?

I don't think that's what he meant.

Thank you for your support.

Of course.

Let's keep it moving.

Can't you read?

That says 17D.

This is 18C.

Is there a problem here?

Yeah, Grandpa's lost, and I just

want the seat that I paid for.

Is that a crime?

It's my seat, man, move.

Move.

There you are.

I thought this was 17.

It's all right.

Piece of advice, let's not be a problem.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Canto flight...

A few ground rules.

I'll sit with the senator, provide close protection.

You two are seated up ahead to screen,

eyes peeled for any signs of trouble.

You see something, you report it to me.

No problem with that.

See you on the ground, Senator.

So the senator's flight to D.C. is in the air.

That gives us 90 minutes.

Let's make it count.

Have we figured out where our patsy, Peter Tedesco,

was roofied?

Toxicology report just came in.

Neurotoxin was a less severe form of VX.

Based on its half-life, the amount left

in Tedesco's system suggests he was dosed

around 4:00 a.m. this morning.

Says the effects would be almost instant, seconds.

OK, well, I pulled Tedesco's credit card transactions.

He closed out a tab at a bar in Corona

called Mark O'Brien's at 3:57.

OK, Ian.

Cueing it up.

Yeah, that's Tedesco, right?

OK, so he's leaving the bar at 3:59, not a hair out of place,

which means it should be less than a minute

before we meet our killer.

What just happened there?

Scrubbing back to find out.

So what, he got drugged inside the bar, I guess.

If he was, there's no way to tell.

The bar only has cameras on the exterior.

And you said the neurotoxin's effects were instant?

They are.

Guys, this was a brush pass, SVR-style.

Look, baseball cap bumps our guy.

Scrubbing forward.

And look, he circles back.

He scoops up Tedesco.

It's not enough for facial rec, unfortunately.

All right, well, that explains how Tedesco got home.

Now we know where baseball cap is heading next with our patsy.

Do we have eyes on the car he used to get there?

No, if he's moving, it's in blind spots.

Right, OK.

You know what? Let's contact the bar,

see if anyone can help our sketch artist come up

with an image of our mystery man.

Meantime, this guy is not making our job any easier.

So let's return the favor.

Coordinate with our field office in D.C.

to get extra coverage on the ground for our senator

in case he tries again.

Jubal, I got something.

Only music my ears want to hear.

Is it a happy song or a sad one?

Scary one.

Turns out that neurotoxin used on our patsy,

it's an exact match for cases in Norway, Brussels, and Cairo.

Every single one linked to an unknown suspect associated with

several high-profile murders...

royals, government leaders.

All are still open investigations.

You're telling me we have an international assassin

on our hands?

Per Interpol, one of the best.

He's wanted in over a dozen countries.

MI5 dubs him as Oslo.

It's for the elevator massacre that happened

in Norway seven years ago.

Right, the prime minister and his cabinet board an elevator

with no stops, and by the time they reach the ground floor,

they're all dead.

Based on the ballistics, Oslo was thought to have stowed away

in the building's elevator shaft

and shot them through the hatch.

If the guy's got an MO, it's slipping

into places he doesn't belong and killing without a trace.

This guy's a question mark with a gun.

Let's pray we can put a face to him.

Get everything to Maggie in OA.

Based on Oslo's résumé, whoever hired him to kill

Senator Hirsch had to have made it worthwhile.

He doesn't do anything for less than 20 million.

With a price tag like that, failure

is not gonna be an option.

We should expect company in D.C.

Senator?

Senator?

Senator?

What's going on?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.

The senator said she was lightheaded,

then it was a headache.

Now she's not responding.

Senator, Special Agent Maggie Bell.

Can you hear me?

Excuse me.

We need to get in here immediately.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm not authorized to do that.

It's the senator, OK?

Don't get in our way today.

There's an emergency latch behind the lavatory sign.

Coming in.

Hey, Maggie, I got Mosbach here.

He's looking at the photos you sent.

Maggie, Neil here.

Did you or OA physically touch the senator?

-No. -Good.

Please refrain from any further physical contact with the body

until we can get Hazmat to clear the area.

Judging from the symptoms and the residue

around the corners of her mouth,

it's likely that Senator Hirsch was exposed to a neurotoxin

similar to Novichok.

How?

That's the million-dollar question.

Neurotoxins, they can be administered

through injection, ingestion, or even simple touch.

And it can happen this fast?

Oh, yeah.

Exposure can be anywhere from 30 seconds to 30 minutes ago.

Each individual reacts differently.

Our assassin isn't waiting for us on the ground.

No, he's on his plane.

We need to keep the senator's death between us.

We can't afford chaos up here.

Lock off the restrooms and tell the passengers

the galley is off-limits.

OK, so whoever did this is out there blending in

like any other passenger.

That's 189 suspects.

Attention all passengers, please be advised

that the restroom at the rear of the aircraft...

Put these on.

Mosbach said that neurotoxin could be

passed through physical touch.

That's right.

So that means that our suspect had to come in close contact

with the senator while on this flight.

Exactly.

But between the three of us, we can create a timeline

of every single person who came in contact with the senator

in the last 30 minutes.

One of them is our killer.

All right, FAA, get word of the captain.

We are landing that plane

at the Eastern Air Force Base, yeah?

All right, so Maggie, OA, and Officer Cain sent over

seat numbers of the passengers who were in close contact

with the senator.

I want IDs on all of them right now.

Yeah, we got the plane's manifest with the identities

of everyone on board.

According to Maggie and OA, the senator was in close

proximity to Derek Radler in 18C, Carl Amerson in 17D,

and Brian Wheeler in 13C,

who offered his condolences at boarding and shook her hand.

Two other passengers chatted with Hirsch,

offering their support.

Patrick Hull in 22C, Gabe Linton in 25B.

Both from Manhattan.

And lastly, Marcus Friedman, the flight attendant,

handed her a water 20 minutes before she

went into the restroom.

OK, so one of these guys has got to be Oslo, right?

So do any of them fit the profile?

I think it's safe to say we can eliminate Hull in 22C.

6'5".

Too tall to be a height match for Oslo.

Good.

And... and Carl Amerson in 17D, he's registered

as a wheelchair passenger.

OK, so two down, four to go.

Tell me something else.

OA says Derek Radler in 18C behaved aggressively before

takeoff, but surveillance at JFK places him

at the airport all morning.

He alibis out for the murders at the senator's house.

Down to three.

25B, Gabe Linton, is an Uber driver.

He was on shift driving a passenger to Philadelphia

at the time of the shooting.

OK, and then there were two...

Brian Wheeler, Marcus Friedman.

Marcus Friedman was in the air

at the time of the break-in.

What do we know about Brian Wheeler?

He shook hands with the senator, right?

Got no clear alibi.

He's a height match for our killer.

And he's a pharmaceutical chemist.

So he would know his way around a neurotoxin.

If anyone does on that plane's manifest,

my money's on him.

Yeah.

He could have used the senator's grief to get close.

Close enough to kill her without anyone knowing.

-Can I get another napkin? -Another napkin.

-Thank you. -Yes, sir.

Anything else I can get for you?

No.

That's the JOC's prime suspect.

Well, what are we doing?

Let's go arrest him.

No.

If that assassin feels like he's backed into a corner,

he could take this entire plane hostage with the neurotoxin.

Copy.

OK, we're gonna ground the plane

at a nearby military base.

We will question him once we get everybody off safely.

Wait.

Why are we descending?

What the hell's going on?

Hey, what's going on?

We're not in D.C. yet.

I've got to get back home.

My mom's in ICU in D.C.

I am sorry to hear that, sir, but the captain

will explain shortly.

I don't want an explanation.

I want to land in D.C.

Sir, please take your seat.

If you won't tell the pilot to land in D.C., I will.

Break it up.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, sit down.

What did I tell you?

Huh?

We're with the FBI.

We are landing early.

There's a medical emergency.

I need everybody to remain calm,

stay in your seats.

You OK?

It happens more than you think.

Sorry about that, sir.

Don't move.

Jubal, that was forensics.

The sketch is done. -OK, great.

Show me.

All right, so there he is.

Wait.

Is he... is he a match for Brian Wheeler?

No, no, it's not even close.

I mean, worse, it's not a match for anyone on the plane.

That's impossible. Run it again.

And, Interpol, run this sketch through your database,

see if we get a hit.

Long shot.

This is the first sketch anyone's ever gotten of him.

So what are we thinking here?

Our bar witness got it wrong?

Maybe not.

Mossad report from 2019, they found traces of an adhesive

used in facial prosthetics in one of Oslo's hideouts

along with fingerprint moldings.

He's in disguise.

Mag, Maggie, Maggie.

I don't feel good.

I don't feel good.

Help me.

He needs to sit.

All right.

What happened?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

My glove.

It's the cane.

The toxin's on the cane. I touched it.

The senator touched it. It's not Brian Wheeler.

It's the old man in 17D.

Watch my six.

Excuse me, can you take a seat in the back, please?

Thanks.

I know who you are.

And I know what you've done.

I seriously doubt that.

You've been holding on to that cane this entire flight,

and you wouldn't do that unless you had an antidote.

You would not risk all these passengers by shooting

a gun at 30,000 feet.

If something happens to my partner and he dies,

I will end you.

What happened to your partner was a mistake.

Hurry up.

You should know that I fully intend to cash in this favor.

OA!

No, no, no, no, no!

OA.

Come on, OA.

Please.

OA, please.

Please, come on.

OA, please.

Ran your prints.

Came back to an Isaac Stoll.

One name of many.

Murdering a U.S. senator is not a joke.

It's the death penalty.

Your life ends today.

So you might as well start talking.

Death is a harsh penalty after I've been so kind to you.

I gave you the antidote to save your partner.

I deserve kindness.

Who hired you to kill Senator Hirsch?

I know the law, Agent Bell.

The 5K letter, which recommends sentence reduction,

is dependent upon the amount of assistance the individual

provides the U.S. government.

Mm-hmm.

Trust me, my cooperation will be invaluable.

First you talk, and then I'll decide

if it's worth making a deal.

You know the identity of my clients

is of great interest to people here

in Washington and the Hague.

No, my deal comes first.

You're not in a position to make demands.

You're still upset about your partner, aren't you?

I need to speak to a higher up,

one whose judgment isn't clouded,

one who will appreciate the scope of what I'm offering.

Well, you got me.

And from where I'm sitting, you're going down for this.

The AUSA wants to proffer Oslo for what he knows.

What?

He murdered a sitting U.S. senator.

And all eyes have been on us ever since.

The AG wants to know who ordered the hit,

and not just the hit on Hirsch,

all hits for the past ten years.

But we don't need to make a deal to get that information.

We've ID'd him.

We can solve these cases ourselves.

Maggie, we looked into the assassinations

that Interpol believes he did.

His fingerprints and facial rec ping back to a number of IDs,

including the one responsible for booking the D.C. flight.

Well, one of those will trace back to the payment.

Yes, and that paper trail

leads to a chain of shell companies

designed to run us in circles.

We'll figure out who benefits from Hirsch's death.

The JOC is making a list.

But without Oslo's cooperation,

that is all we have, just a list, best guesses.

This guy is holding geopolitical secrets, Maggie.

We need his confession.

OK. And he almost killed my partner.

I can't stomach a deal.

Well, the AUSA has already reached out to the magistrate.

Eva and Scola will run escort.

Are you jumpy?

Just never provided rear security

for a high-value target.

That's all.

Things this guy knows, right?

The amount of people he's killed for.

Exactly.

What would they do to keep him quiet?

Hang tight. Courthouse is right up here.

We're almost out of the woods.

I'm exposed here, Scola.

Scola, move!

Behind us.

Dispatch, agents down.

We need a medic.

He's not in here.

Oslo 1 o'clock.

Have PD set up a perimeter.

Scola, I lost him.

Get Oslo's description to Port Authority,

Homeland Security, and CBP.

He is not getting away.

Anything? -Nothing yet.

-What about you guys? -I don't know, Jubal.

He just vanished.

We double-checked every camera.

Lost him.

Well, keep looking until you get a different answer.

We are not giving up.

Hey.

Oslo is in the wind.

I mean, it's a manhunt now, but he could be headed anywhere.

Well, we know one place he went.

This is Ron Widener.

I met him this morning at the senator's house.

NYPD just informed me that he is dead.

Same neurotoxin as the senator.

Ron Widener is the billionaire that was

Senator Hirsch's biggest donor.

But why?

Without the senator, the bill is not gonna pass.

Except Widener had serious money tied

up in defense contractors.

He stood to lose a ton of government funding

if the Veteran Care Initiative passed.

OK, so publicly, he supports Senator Hirsch.

All while secretly plotting her murder so he can

swing the vote in his favor.

But then we catch his man, Oslo.

And he knew the guy was gonna confess.

Exactly.

Widener knew that testimony would

bring it right back to him.

So he hired guys to take out Oslo to save his own ass.

That's why Oslo killed him.

And now we have to catch him all over again.

Hey, sorry.

That took a minute.

I did manage to get us some ice cream,

which I thought we could use.

Yes, we could.

Senator Hirsch really understood

what veterans go through, the sacrifices we make.

She stuck her neck out for us.

She did.

She was a brave woman.

Yeah, that died for nothing.

Without her, the amendment's never gonna pass.

Where's the win in that?

Hang on. -The votes are in,

and, yes, it appears the yeas have it.

We have a rare unanimous vote here...

-It passed. -Wow.

I guess she inspired them to do the right thing.

I can't believe they crossed the aisle.

They really honored her.

Do you want to tell me?

What?

Whatever it is you're trying not to tell me.

It's Oslo.

He got away, didn't he?

He did.

I mean, the good news is, now every intelligence agency

in the world has his photo.

Then it's our turn to honor her.

Next time he shows his face, we'll be there.