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1 Something happened that last week.

- He seemed burdened. - He was the president.

And he was in my office

stumbling around drunk in his bathrobe.

Take me through Wildcat's day. Anything irregular?

He got out of his bathrobe

for the first time in a week.

Spent the morning making pasta.

And that's it?

Coffee with Sinatra in the afternoon.

You know who made her daily happy hour appearance.

Kid bailed on him for dinner.

I ghosted him yesterday.

I told him that I wished he was dead.

- How's your dad? - Still just a light touch of dementia.

Cal! Where's my son?

That's why we're sending

these four brave explorers

into the unknown.

It's not what we thought. There's life.

And I've done some things I think might have to do

- with what happened to our guy. - What things, man?

Look, tomorrow, I'll tell you everything. I swear to God.

You think you're the only killer

I brought down here just in case?

You gonna send somebody for me?

You better make sure it's the biggest motherfucker you got.

"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguished

and the stars did wander, darkling in the eternal space.

And all hearts were chilled

into a selfish prayer for light."

You want your mix back, sir?

Nah, you can keep it. I just like making 'em.

Thank you.

Hey!

What took you so long?

Your pilot, your jet. You tell me.

Ah.

Have you watched this guy play?

- Tiger Woods? - Yeah.

Everyone watches him play.

That father did a hell of a job with him.

It's possible the kid had some natural talent, too.

Anything's possible.

- Make you a drink? - It's 11:00 a.m.

And happy hour somewhere.

Oklahoma project didn't find a drop of goddamn oil.

Eh, it happens.

I am more bullish on North Dakota

and the Bakken shale.

I am told that you have barely been to the fields.

Got your little birdies delivering you intel, huh?

I'm leaving the business, Dad.

Drilling and hydro-fracturing were never my speed.

I want something simpler.

I wanna teach high school.

Hm.

Oh! Oh, boy.

No.

No, no, no.

Over my dead, corroded body, Cal.

I will give you one thing, you are a shit oil man.

And that is why you're going into politics.

You'll begin in Kentucky, of course.

Our last name alone could get a horse

with a speech impediment elected in Kentucky.

Now, you can either run as a Democrat for the Senate

or a Republican for governor.

Either way, once you've served a couple of terms,

we can begin to position you for better things.

I'm not a teenager anymore.

- You don't control me... - Enough!

This is what's happening, Cal.

You are going to have a life, and a big one,

and one that does not include teaching dipshit 9th graders

Catcher in the Rye year after year.

Now, you come from a long line of men

who have lived big lives,

men who have made this world

more or less with their bare hands.

And I am not going to watch you piss all that away!

When you leave this life, you're going to goddamn exit it

with some pride in your accomplishments,

even if I have to drag you

kicking and screaming to those accomplishments!

Now, you will thank me one day.

And even if you don't, your future children certainly will.

Unlike you, they might just be grateful

for that Bradford name.

You look nice. Grown up.

And you look like you're pretending to be an agent.

They just put me on leave. I'm still an agent.

- Where's your brother? - He's next door at Carl's with, you know.

Ready? Go!

- Yeah. - There we go. This way.

Good, good.

- She really listens to you. - James.

Uh, Xavier, uh, James just wanted to come over and play with Lucy.

- Just a little longer? - Now, son.

- Get your jacket, come on. - It's okay, James.

Um, it's a crazy day today at the tower.

I gotta get moving myself.

- You gotta be more careful, Carl. - Come on!

The no pets rule is pretty clear.

I know. Uh, I know. I just, um...

Come on! Bring it back. Come on!

Look how much they love each other.

Expecting a 10-year-old to keep your secret

is a real leap of faith.

That street lamp they're working on?

That light was not out last night.

How easy would it be for them to put a camera in there?

Come on, Xavier, that's a little paranoid, isn't it?

Is it?

Just be more careful.

You're right. I will be.

I owe you, Xavier. Anything you ever need.

You know, cut your lawn, trim your hedges,

sourdough starter for life,

you just say the word.

Thanks, Carl.

Tower?

This is Ava with event logistics.

Is there any way we can bring in some cloud cover?

This isn't spring break. We need somber.

Copy that.

Uh, let's try this one.

There you go.

- Thank you. - Tower out.

When I was little, my dad would always

invite me into his office at the end of the day to...

to, uh, to play a little golf.

Turned out, much to his chagrin,

I, uh, I wasn't exactly the next Tiger Woods.

Um...

He used to say putting was his happy place,

that his head would clear, and that all the stress

and the pressure would just fade away.

And I'm sure he needed golf down here more than ever.

I mean, you know, let's face it, he was, uh...

... he was unraveling those last few weeks.

You know, some of you might have even seen him

running around in his bathrobe.

Yeah, those, um...

Those last days were rough.

My dude, I got Rocky III queued up,

not to mention some popcorn and some bourbon.

You in?

Little Clubber Lang, some Mr. T?

We can skip right to Eye of the Tiger. It's the best.

The hero at his lowest point gets his shit together

and he kicks in some balls, you'll love it.

- What do you say? - I'd say your taste in movies

is as dated as your taste in music.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, save it for my biography.

Come on.

Watch a classic with your old man.

That biography, that...

that pretty much writes itself, no?

Part one, an alcoholic daddy's boy wakes up at age 42

and decides he wants to be president.

Okay, spare me the whole righteous teenage shtick, will you?

Part two, following the collapse of civilization, he, uh,

he hunkers down in his mansion

playing Pebble Beach in a golf simulator

while a bunch of gazillionaires stick their hands up his ass

- to make his mouth move. - Jeremy.

Get off me!

Ah, keep your friggin' hands to yourself, Junior!

Hey!

- What's going on? Dad. - It's just...

I was just trying to get...

- Okay, alright, it's alright. - I'm sorry, sir.

We got an alert he'd left the guest house.

- We found him at the neighbors. - Okay, I wanna go to my study!

- He will not let me go to my study! - Okay, alright.

It's my study, Dad. You live in the guest house, remember?

- How did he get out? - I have no idea.

Grandpa, I'll... I'll show you to the study, yeah?

- I just wanna get my book. - Okay.

Sniper here won't let me go to my study.

Son of a bitch.

It's probably time we start thinking about

- putting a child lock... - No, no, no. Not yet, man.

- Just thought if we... - Not yet.

Yes, sir.

No, Jeremy. My name's Jeremy.

- Not Cal. - Huh.

That's what Cal named his boy. "Jeremy."

Such a limp, ineffectual name.

That... That's a kind of name for a fop,

a fool, or a physicist.

Not according to Pearl Jam, Dad.

Ah, that's where I put it.

Okay, Dad, you can't leave the grounds.

Are you listening? Without telling someone.

Eh, you were always weak.

That's why the sniper had to do it.

Why do you keep calling him that? It's Agent Pace.

And these agents aren't your babysitters, you understand?

You thought they were all lost at sea, those four.

And they did it right under your nose, too.

You... You know, you were

never the sharpest tool in the shed, kid.

Okay, why don't we get you back to your place?

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Not my president.

- Not mine either. - Hey, don't be like that.

Hey!

I don't know what I did to piss you off.

You never stood up. You never fought back.

You knew what was coming and you kept it to yourself.

That makes you complicit.

Okay.

You know, I-I-I really... I can't wait to see

how you hide from yourself when the liquor finally runs out.

I wish you'd died with the rest of the world.

Yeah.

Yeah, the man loved his golf.

Hey there, Collins-es.

Jane.

Have you seen Billy today? He hasn't answered my texts.

Oh.

Weird, I've been trying to get ahold of him, too.

Hey, Pres, can you take James to Carl's, please?

- Come on, Booger. - Takes one to know one.

You're still a booger.

Something's not right. Let's go find Billy.

Collins.

Can we have a quick word?

It's about Cal.

Jane, give us a minute, would you?

The crime scene.

I sent the DNA samples to the lab

for testing a few days ago.

The samples never arrived at the lab.

Delayed or lost?

The samples never arrived.

And who is the one person

with the power to get in the way of something like that?

Look, Collins, I'm big enough to admit that you had a point.

But you and me...

is about as wide as my circle of trust goes right now.

Well, you were dating the murder victim,

so my circle of trust is staying put for right now.

What are you thinking about?

Eh, my old man had a bad episode today.

You know, my dad was one of the first people

that Samantha recruited to help build this place?

He had the subsurface geologic experience.

He knew how to find seams in the earth.

But his biggest contribution was me.

His hand-picked man in charge

who could open up all of Lady Liberty's precious resources

for whatever she needed.

- Can I ask you a question? - Hm?

Did you vote for me?

- No. - Oh.

You came off like the spoiled moron son of a billionaire.

Don't you dare.

Wow.

Cal, can I be honest with you?

That was sugarcoated?

No matter what your father did to get you here,

you have shouldered an unimaginable burden.

This is still your presidency.

You can make of it whatever you want.

So, you're saying if you could do it again,

you would vote for me?

I am saying

that I have since discovered you have certain...

- practices and policies I quite enjoy. - Uh-huh.

I wonder what those are.

Hey, does my dad have a nickname for you?

- A nickname? - Yeah.

Other than the occasional condescending

"sweetheart" or "darling," no.

No nickname. Why?

He's been calling Pace a nickname for a while... "Sniper."

- Hm. - I don't know, it's weird.

Yeah.

It's hard to be a sniper in a world without real guns.

God, I miss it.

Yeah? What's that?

Guns.

The weight of them, you know?

- Okay. - Not just some

orange rubber taser.

You really think people this powerful

would actually leave themselves defenseless?

What are you talking about?

Yeah, I can't really talk about it.

Cal, I'm the special agent in charge.

If there are guns down here, I need to know about them.

- I got some work to do. - Wait, Cal.

The aquifer's acting up or some shit.

Are you fucking serious right now?

This is still an illicit affair.

Cal, you do realize that... that this is...

You...

This is more for me.

You know that, right?

I can't do this right now.

Billy!

- Hey, man, you in there? - Billy?

Billy, man, you there?

Billy?

Hey.

No, no, no, Billy.

- Jane. - Oh, my God.

No, Jane. Jane, he's gone.

- No! Billy, no! - Listen, please...

Yeah, I'm, uh, A... Agent Collins.

It's, um...

I'm at the home of Agent Billy Pace.

Uh, h...

Agent down.

Uh, h...

He's dead.

I... I don't understand.

I was with him last night. He... he was maybe a little off,

but... I don't know, not really himself.

But he brought me a sparkler.

I'm so sorry, Jane.

I mean, we argued a tiny bit,

but I don't think that that would...

Oh God, why did he do this?

"Sniper."

"Lost at sea." What the fuck does that mean?

Restricted access?

I've got top fucking presidential clearance, motherfucker.

The fuck... ?

As you can see, there's nothing left.

Radiation levels are still very high.

We're taking a big risk being exposed this long.

Are you there? Did you hear what I said?

We found someone. A woman.

Where did she come from?

We don't know. She can only speak...

I think it's Creole,

but maybe someone from the city can translate?

I need you to keep her there

until I can speak to the others.

We can't leave her out here.

We're bringing her back.

You're not to do that, do you understand?

That is final!

- I found them. - And?

It's like you said. They got someone with 'em.

They're coming back here?

Yeah. Less than a day away.

Then you need to do what we discussed.

Agent Pace, take them out.

That's an order. If you can't comply,

I'll find someone who will, but don't bother coming back.

- Hello there. - Your Honor.

I mean, not... uh, not Your Honor.

What is... what is it?

- Uh, Mr. President! - Cal is fine.

If I wanted to make a mixtape, is that possible?

Yeah, uh, yes, we have the...

... music library. Thousands and thousands of albums

in various formats with listening stations...

Terrific, terrific. Where would that be?

Straight ahead and up the stairs.

Thank you very much.

And great work you're doing here.

The library's the jewel of the city.

♪ Here I go again on my own ♪

♪ Going down the only road I've ever known ♪

♪ Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone ♪

♪ And I've made up my mind ♪

♪ I ain't wasting no more time ♪

♪ I'm just another heart in need of rescue ♪

♪ Waiting on love's sweet charity ♪

Does patient-doctor confidentiality still exist down here?

Of course, yes.

Confidentially, then, if ever, for some reason...

we can't talk anymore 'cause I'm, uh...

let's just say unavailable...

you're gonna wanna look at someone.

- I... I don't... - Out of everyone on my detail,

Xavier Collins is the only one I really trust.

So, you're gonna want to discuss it with him.

It's nice to see you out of your bathrobe, Cal.

I know what you did, Samantha.

I accessed the files about the expedition.

A decision had to be made, and I made it.

- To be a murderer? - Every indication

is that the surface of the planet is uninhabitable.

People need to know that there are survivors,

that their people could be alive up there.

And then what?

They go searching, whatever the fuck that looks like,

letting others know where we are?

- It's a death sentence. - That's their decision.

Not yours.

- And I'm gonna tell 'em the truth. - No, you're not.

I'm the president!

Don't you ever fucking tell me what I can or cannot do,

you understand me?

- If I decide to tell... - What?

Say it to my face.

I wanna see what it looks like when you have balls... sir.

It's fine.

We're fine.

♪ The wind is blowing ♪

♪ Against my face ♪

♪ Sun's beating down ♪

♪ With its warm rays ♪

♪ The robin's song... ♪

Pace took a dose of fentanyl

no one could mistake for recreational.

Coroner's ruling it a suicide.

Billy was trying to warn me. He knew something.

About her.

So, first Cal, then Billy.

It was her.

- Tequila, neat. - Okay.

He was like a little brother to me. Billy.

I was in love with him. Cal.

♪ A sound so sweet ♪

Neat.

♪ And all my cares just disappear... ♪

So, what are we gonna do? Sit here and drink our feelings?

That's an option.

Or... we take her down.

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

There are weapons.

And I know how to get 'em.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

How was my eulogy?

Um...

It... it killed.

All he wanted those last few days

was to hit shots with me

in this stupid thing.

To pretend we were playing

Pebble Beach or Kapalua, and that...

none of this had ever happened.

I was so awful to him.

I didn't even show up for dinner that night.

How about you show me Kapalua?

Are you... are you okay?

- Do you want me to turn it off? - No. No.

It's... it's just really beautiful.

What are you doing here?

Grandpa.

Um... I'm so sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing here?

- Alright, come on, Grandpa. - Oh, I know you!

No, I saw her, Cal!

- You're confused. - I know you, girl! I know you!

- Whoa, hey! Grandpa, stop that! - Hey! Ow!

- Cal! - Hey, let go!

- Let go of me, you son of a bitch! - Stop! Stop.

- I gotta get outta here. - What are you...

Presley! Pres, I'm sorry. He's...

He thinks that I'm my dad, and...

Pre... Pres, I...

I don't want any more of your trinkets.

What? What are you talking about?

I can't do this, Cal.

I can't keep coming over here like your hooker.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hang on, Rob...

Alright, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, listen.

Will you come sit, please?

- No. - Hey.

So, you're telling me you came over here...

dressed like this just to break my heart?

- I gotta go. - Okay, look. Hey.

Come on, what...

Get out of my way before I break your fucking nose!

Well, now you're just turning me on.

Oh!

Shit! Fuck!

Robinson, wait! Hey, hey! The guns!

You said you missed holding a gun.

I was gonna take you shooting.

The sub-basement of the arena, okay?

You just punch in a four-digit code.

It's my inauguration day.

Are you actually trying to use guns

to bribe me into staying?

Yeah. Yes, yes, I am.

That's exactly what I'm doing. I'll do whatever it takes.

I got a few months left on this job,

then I can stop the play-acting with Jessica. And...

we can get a divorce, and you and I can...

do all that romantic shit together.

We can hold hands in public

and talk about our love languages.

All of it. I want all of it with you.

Nicole.

I love you.

You make me crazy.

Call me when you're sober.

"Cities were consumed...

"and men were gathered round their blazing homes

to look once more into each other's face."

I averaged two books a week for my entire life,

and now, all I can read is poetry.

It's the only thing that'll stay in my brain from

start to finish.

Hm.

My wife, she was an English teacher. High school.

She loved teaching this poem.

Darkness. Lord Byron.

My wife said it was one of the few poems

that actually got her kids to sit up in their seats.

I remember.

Yeah.

I remember her giving you that bookmark for Christmas.

All the luxuries we had,

and that's the one thing you held onto all this time.

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?

What would she thought of all this?

She would be grateful that her son was alive.

Mm.

She and I met in college.

My family didn't approve of her,

and hers could not make head or tails of me.

So, our courtship had to be a secret.

And this was our little signal, you see?

'Cause I would... I would slip flowers

into whatever she was reading so that I could be sure

that she knew as soon as we graduated

and I... and I found my... my place in the business,

that I would marry her.

Every flower was a secret.

And then, when it came time

to build the biggest secret of all,

the great secret that would carry on the history of mankind,

I kept this symbol alive for her.

So, when you ask, what would she think,

I, I, I think that you have confused yourself...

about why I did this.

I built this for you and for Jeremy.

And I built it for her.

Can I ask you something, Dad?

'Cause I may be in a bit of danger right now,

and I need to know.

I did everything you asked of me in this life.

My life was your chess piece.

And I delivered.

I led as big a life as a man can live,

and I hated every fucking moment of it.

But I did it.

For you.

So, does any of it...

Have I ever made you proud?

You never did anything I didn't do for you.

"And the crowd was famished by degrees... "

- Dad, there's a thing I need... - Hey, listen.

Um, there's something awful I need to tell you.

I don't even know...

Uncle Billy, he's gone.

He's dead.

- What? - I hate to drop it on you like that,

but, um, there's something I gotta take care of,

and I need you to do exactly what I ask right now, okay?

Go upstairs and get your brother, pack a bag,

- whatever you can put into a backpack. - Why, what's happening?

Extra clothes, James' toothbrush, maybe a few books to read.

Dad, what are you talking about?

'Cause I need your help, Presley.

I need you to be in control,

and I need you to be strong, okay?

Uncle Billy's gone? Like, this is real?

Yeah, come here.

I know, baby.

I love you.

And I'm asking a lot of you.

I know, I wouldn't put you through this...

It's okay. Dad, go.

Do what you have to do.

Okay.

Hey, Carl.

I need to call in that favor.

It's gonna be a bit more than a sourdough starter.

What the hell is wrong with you, huh?

Why did you do that?

Grandpa, you scared the shit out of her!

Who?

Don't play it like that.

I'm not playing it like anything, Cal.

I'm not my fucking dad! O...

Never mind.

You were right the other night.

You were right, Cal.

What was I right about?

All of it.

All of it.

Your mother wanted to name you Arthur,

after her grandfather.

"Too soft," I said.

Not... not a great man's name.

But Cal Bradford, now, that's a...

that's a name for a leader, a leader of men.

I am not proud of anything I did.

But I am so very proud of you.

And I am so very sorry, Son.

I'm sorry too, Dad.

I'm sorry for what I said to you.

I forgive you for everything.

"The world was void.

"The populace and the powerful was a lump, seasonless,

herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless.

A lump of death, a chaos of hard clay.

Ships, sailor-less, lay rotting on the sea...

and their masts fell down piecemeal.

As they dropped...

they slept on the abyss without waves were dead.

The tides were in their grave.

The moon, their mistress, had expired before.

The winds were withered in the stagnant air...

and the clouds perished.

Darkness had no need of aid from them.

She was the universe."

She...

I saw her that night.

I saw her.

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