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Our son Jack had been offered

an undercover assignment for life.

This is his.

I didn't come back to work

'cause I was running from what happened.

I came back 'cause I didn't want to be alone.

I want a partner

who gives me the benefit of the doubt.

I could give you an ex-husband.

Do you remember when former President Barnes

got shot at a few years ago?

I was specifically told

not to talk to you about this stuff.

Four more years!

Four more years! Four more years!

Four more years! Four more years!

Because this presidency isn't about me!

It's about us!

It's about you!

It's about the United States of America!

It's about the health-care worker...

- Yeah! - Whoo!

The factory guy.

Yeah!

It's about the people

who make the heart of this nation beat.

Americans who deserve the dignity of a...

Gun! Jack, get down!

Shooter, 10:00!

Get the president!

Drip for Mike. Emily, red-eye.

- Oh. Sorry. - Oh. Sorry.

Well, they usually label them, or attempt to.

Mine's a red-eye.

Oh, big day ahead?

This one is definitely yours.

- How do you know? - It's weaker, so...

Oh, that wasn't a character assessment.

That only matters if you're a good judge of character.

I don't think I made a mistake

pretending to confuse our drinks

so I could say hi to you.

Oh, I...

I am having one of those mornings

where attractive women just hurl themselves at me.

And yet you're still magically free

to have this conversation.

You don't know what I'm doing with my hands.

Are you trying to make me jealous

'cause I canceled on you last night?

Only if it's working.

I can make it up to you tonight.

Barnes is in town. I'll be done at 8:00.

Your girlfriends won't mind?

Oh, don't worry about them.

They'll do whatever I say.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was looking for someone to do what I say.

Have fun with Barnes.

Stevens, what are you doing here?

Oh, I'm in your way again.

No, you're not, but that ring definitely is.

Oh, well.

I'll see you around.

You want us to relocate your witness?

We just did this.

Why would a lead witness for the prosecution

in an impending trial blow his cover twice?

He's putting his own life in danger.

I've been working with him for a while.

He's not the brightest bulb in the box.

My theory is that he's lonely,

so he's telling anyone who will listen

that he's a whistleblower for attention.

I can't keep moving him without being sure

he's the one blowing his own cover.

We need outside verification. Call in the FBI.

One sec.

You're gawking.

In my experience, when a man gawks,

he either wants your number or to offer unsolicited advice.

- If I may... - There we have it, folks.

Your boot's untied.

And if you want a tighter grouping,

more weight on your left leg.

I was actually going for a loose group.

And my advice... turn that focus on yourself.

Natural deodorant is not a safe bet in our line of work.

Hollingsworth.

No, I'm not on a case right now.

Why?

You've made some changes.

Not enough, if you ask me.

The cafeteria still has frank-and-bean Fridays.

- This way, sir. - I know my way around.

Stop acting like I'm an old man.

You are an old man, sir.

- Dolores, hello. - Mr. President.

Just Mr. Barnes now, Dolores.

I'm a citizen like anyone else.

- I just made Dolores's day. - That was Marjorie, sir.

Doesn't matter. She's thrilled.

That touch of the common man

is why they're giving me a library.

All former presidents get libraries.

Yes, but mine's bigger.

Stick around. I have a surprise.

The boys are here!

Wouldn't miss a chance to see you.

Oh, this is great. Oh.

- There he is. - There you are.

- Good to see you. - Good to see you both.

Six years ago, during a campaign stop in New York,

an unhinged man tried to kill me.

I'm only alive thanks to God and to you.

That's why I wanted to come here directly

to share that when it opens,

I will be dedicating a wing of my library

to the men and women of the Secret Service.

- Look at Dad. He's happy. - He's faking it.

Not even two months ago, he was still chasing

his wild theories about the assassination attempt.

Maybe he found peace in this last month, finally moved on.

And no one has done more to keep me safe

than Mike Hollingsworth.

Come on up, Big Mike.

At the library opening, in front of the world,

I want you, Mike, to give a speech.

Share the story of your remarkable bravery

on the day you saved my life

so the world can see what a hero looks like.

- Surprise. - Yeah.

He's not happy.

Not even a little.

The crane was just sitting there at your house?

- Yes. - It's a warning.

He wants you to stop looking for him,

or he's toying with you like Berkowitz

or the Zodiac Killer,

which means you're getting close.

There's something else. I live in Seattle.

The list of people who know I'm on assignment up here

is minuscule.

I'm in unlisted government housing,

so how did this guy get my address?

- He followed you? - And my apartment number?

You think there's a mole.

Or the killer works in government,

somewhere with access.

- Marshal Stevens? - How much have they told you?

William Casale's the star witness

in the DOJ's embezzlement case

against the CEO of Rocket Tires.

Embezzlement's too nice a word.

The guy drained hundreds of pensions.

Employees of 20 years wound up homeless.

Casale is the guy who can fix that if he can stay quiet.

You think he blew his own cover.

The first location, a fire broke out

while he was asleep.

This last location, a car tried to run us over.

No chance they were both accidents?

It's my job to assume the worst,

that the CEO is trying to kill Casale

so he can't testify next week,

which would level the prosecution's case.

Per Division, they want you to go undercover

to find out just how indiscreet my witness is being.

Alias details in that folder.

You'll be newlyweds from Vermont.

- Yeah, I don't have a partner. - You do now.

Meet your husband.

Oh, come on.

I did not sign up for a reality show.

I'm one of the best agents in the Bureau.

Said no best agent ever.

I'm gonna tell Division that

I don't think this job needs two agents on it.

I'm sure I can get this guy to open up on my own.

Not with that level of hostility, you won't.

You sound like a real married couple already.

Wheels up in 20.

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks for being there today, guys.

Are you gonna give the speech?

No, I'm not, and you know why.

Dad, it's not about one day.

It's about your entire service.

Can you focus on that?

No, not when an innocent man was

blamed and killed by us, I can't.

You don't even know if that's true.

- That's a hunch that you've had. - I believe it.

It's one thing to feel something privately.

But how can I stand up there and be applauded

for what I consider to be a gross miscarriage of justice?

Why don't you let me and Russ take a crack at it?

Prove you wrong.

You're not gonna find anything that I haven't.

Then let us prove

that's because there's nothing to find.

This poisoned my career.

Do you think I want that for you?

Leave it be.

What are you gonna tell Barnes?

The same thing that I'm going to tell the president.

I can't live with this uncertainty anymore

or the guilt of what I believe I allowed to happen.

- Is he saying... - Yeah.

30 years, thrown away like that.

Unless we prove there's no conspiracy,

no cover-up, Dad's gonna resign.

I assume this is your first time undercover.

Based on that sentence construction,

I assume it's not yours.

I promise not to mansplain.

It's just we don't have a lot of time to rehearse.

You know, usually you get weeks to perfect a cover,

and sometimes you get hours, so I want to help.

Oh, don't worry. I've perfected mine.

Her name is Laura,

and she stabbed her first husband with a knife

for offering her unsolicited advice.

Dark web syndicate,

Albanian Mafia, eco-terrorists...

I've hidden in plain sight with them all.

And the fastest way to get someone to open up

is to know your own cover inside and out.

You got to open up to them first.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

I was brought onto this case

because I can handle what comes at me.

I'm Laura. You're Aaron.

We've been married a year.

Beyond that, I will use instinct

to decide what happens next

and the time I just saved to learn about our mark.

William Casale was the oldest middle manager at his company.

That tells me he felt passed over.

He is the middle child

who's been divorced with no girlfriend since.

That tells me he craves attention on two counts.

He has a shellfish allergy...

a point of contact with which to start a conversation.

I don't bake.

I don't fish.

But my last cover did, so I learned.

It says in the dossier Laura knows how to bake.

Well, then you should DoorDash a cake, because...

and to prove my point...

this file can say whatever it wants.

But what it cannot do is download how to bake

into my brain.

The closer my cover is to Clare,

the more convincing I'll be.

Why are you fighting me?

Because they should have sent me in alone.

You know, maybe they still can.

New neighbor alert!

- It's him. - Oh, no.

New neighbor alert. Hi.

I live just right across the street there.

I'm Ben... Dan!

Dan.

Dan, it's so nice to meet you.

- I'm Laura. - And Aaron Dunne.

Oh, you came at the right time.

My wife was just about to bake you a welcome cake...

Pie.

Well, if it doesn't have shrimp in it, I'll eat it.

Come on in.

Pie I can do.

Coroner's report for Hoyt Sutcliffe, the shooter.

Do I want to know how you have this?

Dad thought it might prove they got the wrong man,

so he asked me to break some rules and pull it last month,

then changed his mind.

What was he hoping was in here?

Sutcliffe had been one of Barnes's quarterlies.

Having visited him over the years

and noting the condition of his health,

Dad's theory was that Sutcliffe couldn't pull a trigger

because of inflammation in his joints from recurrent gout.

Well?

I'm not a medical examiner, Micah.

Perivascular cuffing.

OK, that's inflammation.

Hyperuricemia.

Abnormally high uric acid in the blood.

That's gout.

Was Dad right?

How did no one find this before?

37 witnesses saw Sutcliffe with the gun,

then he was shot and killed instantly.

No one saw this file

because it wasn't necessary to review.

Why would anyone care

what an assassin's chronic health issues were

after he'd been ID'd and killed?

Dad did.

I'm calling him.

Wait. His levels were high.

List of meds in his system, including indomethacin.

OK, so?

It's prescribed for gout flare-ups.

It would make him pain-free.

He could have fired the gun.

So this proves that Dad was wrong, right?

Either way, it's a win.

This win's better because the right guy went down.

How is it a win, telling a man

who's made a career out of his instincts

that his instincts are wrong?

Because there's no conspiracy.

Dad doesn't have to resign.

Everyone in this task force

is an incredibly venerated agent

with a strong career behind them.

It would be hard to believe any of them could be a killer,

or aiding one, and if they were,

what would they want, hiding out here?

Everyone I've looked into has an alibi

for at least one of the murders.

So unless they're all working together

and you're in some serial-killer version

of "The Truman Show," there's no leak here.

Maybe the killer's just good at what they do.

Maybe they traced my phone or hacked the IP address

of my Netflix account... I don't know.

Well, if they wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.

And if they don't want to kill me yet?

You wanted a sweep for electronic surveillance?

The tech's here.

Let me guess... now the First Lady's

throwing herself at you.

I saw Barnes.

He wants me to give a speech

at the opening of his library

about what a hero I am.

I know how you feel about that day.

You can turn it down respectfully.

I plan on doing more than that.

Don't act rashly, Mike.

Let me talk you out of it over dinner.

I got to go. I'll see you tonight.

- Micah, my mind is made up. - I can change it.

What is this?

That's what you requested from Russ.

Your whole theory was that Hoyt couldn't have fired

because of his gout.

He was medicated out of his mind that morning...

no pain, no swelling.

He could have done it?

He did it.

No second shooter, no cover-up.

You did your duty.

You protected Barnes, and the right man went down.

It's over.

I told you not to look into this.

You did.

You OK?

Yeah.

Sometimes you hang on to something for so long,

you're not sure who you are without it.

You're the guy that was finally right to let it go.

Give the speech.

You've never gone fly-fishing?

Man, we got to go. It is incredible.

I'm not really an outdoorsy guy.

I mean... I do like Rollerblading, though.

Fly-fishing's more about peace and quiet

than the outdoors.

I think Daniel's trying to say it isn't for him.

Laura, how's that pie looking?

- Need to check on it? - Nope.

There's this incredible movie called.

"A River Runs Through It" with Brad Pitt.

I'm gonna show you a clip.

Honey, do you know where I left my iPad?

Excuse me.

What are you trying to do, bore him to death?

I'm trying to build a confession scenario with him.

We go fishing, I get him alone for hours.

It's a lot of time to talk.

He's not going fishing with you.

I am so sorry.

My husband just loves fishing so much.

At least he has a passion.

Wish I had one.

Well, you must be passionate about something.

I can tell.

- What is it? - You'll laugh.

I'm seriously into Leonard Cohen.

Like, I think we should be naming streets after him.

Get out! I love Leonard Cohen.

Have you ever seen him in person?

I did, right before he died.

Oh, where?

Oh, gosh, I can't remember.

He wasn't famous until he was almost 50.

He spent more than half his life with so much to say,

and nobody had really heard it yet.

Leonard makes me feel like I could be more, you know?

Like maybe I have a passion or a skill

or just unique knowledge about something

that, if only people knew...

Yeah, I've felt that way my whole life.

And then the one day that I found so met hi...

Found it.

I'm not gonna make you watch the whole movie,

but it did win an Oscar for cinematography...

- You know what? - I really need to get going.

- Come on, just one clip. - We'll see you soon.

Nice to meet you both.

He was just about to spill

before you interrupted us.

Interrupt? I didn't interrupt.

I rejoined.

We're working this together. Remember that?

We're not working it at all,

since he clearly got weirded out

by you pressuring him to watch Brad Pitt clips on YouTube.

This isn't music video night at your gay bestie's house, OK?

Your pie's done.

Oh, my God.

Why'd you text me to come here?

I was with Dad.

I took that report to a friend of mine, an M.E.

I wanted a real set of eyes before we said a word to Dad.

About that...

The gout meds, they're listed in his blood work,

but the panel that detects them has to be specifically ordered.

It's not anywhere in this report.

It was never run.

How'd they know the meds were in his system?

Exactly. They didn't.

Someone wanted to make it look

like Sutcliffe could have fired a gun.

It was a cover-up.

Dad might have been right all along.

Why couldn't you just call me?

Micah, what did you do?

- Hi. - Hi.

Nice to meet you.

I'm a cousin of Dan's from across the street.

Yeah, you don't have to pretend, Stevens.

I'm pretty sure we weirded out "Daniel" so much

that our goal is now unachievable.

- Not going well? - I hate being married.

You and my first wife have that in common.

It's hard, what we do.

Yeah, my mom always says

it's impossible to protect the world and also each other.

Everyone makes a choice.

I heard that, probably from your mom.

Hey, Fred. What are you doing?

I was just introducing myself to your neighbor.

You shouldn't be outside, though... you know the risks.

Yeah, I got a pounding headache.

I thought that maybe the fresh air would do me some good.

Stevens, gun!

Gun. Down!

What the hell just happened?

Somebody took a shot at Casale.

And we just blew our cover.

- We have to tell him. - Tell him what?

An hour ago, I got him to put down a burden

he's carried for six years.

I'm not handing it back.

A federal autopsy was doctored.

Results from a test never ordered are included.

Yeah, but who's willing to listen?

Nobody listened to Dad before. Why would they now?

Now we have proof of a cover-up.

That's all we have.

And whoever made that ME fake the report

could still be in power.

It'd be easy for them to say a coroner forgot to log a test.

A good lawyer calls a missing lab test a clerical error.

But it's not an error.

It's too coincidental to have a missing test

that covers up the one thing Dad's hunch has been based on.

We tell Dad, he walks into that speech

screaming "cover-up" over a test nobody ran.

Best case, he's back to resigning.

Worst case, whoever buried this the first time buries him.

Makes him the lunatic instead of the hero.

We find a smoking gun.

A doctored report proves somebody lied...

not who, why, or who pulled the trigger.

Then we find the actual gun.

Hoyt Sutcliffe had it on him when he died.

If he's innocent, somebody put it on him,

and that somebody also fired it.

We need to review any footage captured from that day,

but I'm sure it's classified.

How do we get it?

It doesn't add up.

Will Casale just moved in.

He hasn't had time to blow his cover,

and yet there's already been another attempt on his life?

How could the CEO he's about to put away

know where he is that fast?

You saw the gunman here?

You'd have to be a marksman to make that shot.

Assume it was a professional hit hired by the CEO.

The first was fire. Second was a car.

If you're gonna use a gun, you go gun.

You don't wait.

You check on your witness.

I'll finish up here.

We already looked it over.

Snapped twigs, litter, a bunch of kids' toys.

No prints.

What is it?

I don't think someone was after your witness.

I think they were after my deputy marshal.

- Stevens! - Yeah?

I need you to come with me.

Yes, ma'am.

- Hello? - We need to meet.

I'm so glad you accepted.

A bit early for that, sir.

It's a thank you for coming around.

I knew you never let go of your suspicion.

I hoped you wouldn't let it get in the way

of a commendation as big as this.

To be honest, sir, I was going do more than decline.

Up until today,

I was certain that we had killed the wrong man.

I chased it for over half a decade.

But this morning, I set it down.

My boys proved me wrong.

I've never been so happy to lose an argument.

Then it's settled.

Take this home,

and drink to the peace that comes

when you finally know the answer.

You're acting like you're waiting for a date.

Unlike you, I like to be presentable.

Yeah, there's presentable,

and there's molded out of plastic.

I'm about to request a favor that may be a crime

from a guy I haven't seen since my last tour.

I don't know if we're still close enough for me to ask

or if we were just war buddies.

I need to not be nervous.

OK, come here.

Man.

Man, am I surprised to have heard from you.

- Oh, this is my brother. - Hey.

Hey. Brandon Hayes, NSA.

Micah Hollingsworth, Secret Service.

Pleasure.

You know, when you called, I thought you were gonna ask me

to go to Old Ebbitt's to reminisce.

What's with the cloak and dagger?

We're investigating the attempted assassination

of former President Barnes.

I'm assuming your agency has a file of any surveillance

from that day.

No comment.

OK, we need it, all of it.

- I know it's a big ask. - Is this a joke?

Sorry. Is my brother known for joking?

Well, I was actually considered quite the comedian...

Why do you need it?

I... I can't tell you.

That's why it's a favor.

No, the favor is me

not reporting you for asking.

Never call me again.

Let's have dinner.

I don't understand why you're still here.

Does the FBI usually run stings on cooperating witnesses?

It's not personal, Mr. Casale.

Your cover keeps getting blown.

We need to know why.

And you thought it was me?

I am the last person who would say anything.

Do you even like Leonard Cohen?

Yes, actually.

That part was real.

Why is this addressed to your last alias?

I left my Rollerblades at my old place.

I had my neighbor forward them to me.

- You did blow your cover. - Of course not!

Keri is a lovely cat lady with a Lladró obsession.

She would never rat me to my former boss.

The box, Will!

They tracked the box!

Are you OK?

I have a headache. I don't feel good.

Actually, I don't either.

No blinking light.

The carbon monoxide detector isn't on.

The wire's been cut. It's been sabotaged.

Out! Now!

Another minute, we could all be dead!

So that's why I've had a headache?

You are lucky you've been in and out so much today.

Carbon monoxide can kill in as little as five minutes.

You're safe here, I promise.

Don't promise him that!

Hollingsworth.

Yeah, can you tell Supervisor Esperanza

we need an extraction out here?

Our location's been compromised.

I don't understand.

I... I thought you said

they wanted Stevens dead, not me.

Yeah, different people seem to want him dead.

I know it's confusing.

We're still trying to figure it out,

but I bet your boss wants you dead.

Don't freak him out, Hollingsworth.

- He needs to be freaked out. - He's a federal witness.

He has to understand that his life is in danger!

While you were busy creating your character,

I was reading his file.

Do you have any idea why he's being hid out here?

Not because he stood up and did the right thing,

but because he tried to blackmail his boss

with the info once he found it, and instead of paying up,

his boss threatened to kill him right then and there,

so Will turned on him.

He went to the DOJ, and he asked for a deal.

This guy is no hero.

He's just in it for himself.

I don't care about his principles, Hollingsworth.

Our job is to figure out if he's been talking too much.

The case, that's... that's the DOJ's job.

Well, unlike you, I like to know

everything I'm walking into.

Well, maybe if you hadn't walked in as you,

we would have figured it out before

two people almost got killed.

Well, maybe if you didn't spend

so much time arguing with me,

then I would have seen that coming!

Damn it!

I'm starting to see triple.

That's 'cause this is footage from everything...

security, surveillance, civilian social media.

Almost 10,000 images, and only one of them

has to show a man nobody believes exists.

Well, they're blurry as hell, and we're running out of time.

Dad's speech is, what, 12 hours out?

I still haven't even seen Hoyt Sutcliffe yet.

Somewhere in here is the second

before that trigger got pulled.

Wait.

Look at the time code.

That's just before the shot.

Russ, that's mush.

It looks like a Rorschach test. These photos are useless.

- That was before AI. - AI? Really?

Everyone hates AI until you need it.

That won't hold up in a court of law, but...

Is that Sutcliffe?

Hey, look next to him. There's a guy with gloves.

It was summer... hot, even with the rain.

So why is this guy wearing leather gloves?

Keep scrolling.

We never get his face.

Wait. There!

That's Hoyt Sutcliffe, holding the gun.

Nope, that's not his hand.

Look.

Look at the glove.

Oh, my God. Dad was right.

Sutcliffe isn't the shooter,

which means the real shooter's still out there.

Now we just got to figure out who the hell he is

before Dad gives that speech.

Hey, I can't talk right now.

I'm on a case, sort of.

Sort of? Do we still have plans?

Something came up, and I don't know

how or when it might resolve itself.

Well, I'm happy to wait.

I'm happy about a lot of things,

actually, and I want to tell you about it.

- Can I call you back? - I just got to where I'm going.

And I need to figure some stuff out.

- Wait. - Oh, God, now Clare's calling.

I got to go.

- Clare? - We lost the witness.

You did what?

Give us an hour, and I will update you.

I just didn't want you hearing it from anybody but me.

- Jane, who you talk... - Sorry.

I'm here.

Jane?

I looked everywhere.

I did too.

I need to think for a second.

What did you think was going to happen?

He's in here.

But we're not the only ones who found him.

- You've been nothing but... - That's the CEO.

Nightmare since I found out who you are.

Do you have any idea why someone would want you dead?

If I did, you think I'd have agreed

to babysit that witness?

Ever seen one of these before?

Sure, I mean,

in junior-high art class, I guess.

What does that have to do with anything?

We believe you're the target of

a serial killer killing government agents.

We haven't been able to identify a link between...

And you think that I'm next?

All I was doing was working a case, man.

Wait. Say that again.

I was working the case.

I haven't done anything but that in a month.

We just found his modus operandi.

He only kills agents when they're on active duty,

on cases, so no one can figure it out.

ATF Agent Ryder...

accidental drowning while waiting

to raid a ship full of illegal arms.

DEA Agent Wolfe...

killed in a drive-by shooting

meant to look like the dealer she was undercover with

had found her out.

Libby Farrell, my marshal...

apparently shot by the cartel she'd gotten caught up with.

And tonight, if my daughter hadn't been there,

it would have appeared that Stevens was simply killed

by the hit man hired to kill his protectee.

But why these specific agents?

And if it was meant to look like

they were killed by different people,

why leave a calling card?

What if the cranes weren't meant for us to find?

Each one was far enough from the body

so as not to be easily found.

You didn't even know about them until I pointed them out.

Logan's was close.

Yeah, I mean, it's not all clicking yet,

but Libby's and the other agents',

they were almost out of sight.

Libby Farrell?

Marshal Libby Farrell?

I thought she was killed by a cartel.

How did you know Libby?

Did you work together?

Not exactly.

What do you mean, not exactly?

I... I think I should ask to speak to a lawyer now.

Should ask or need to ask?

How do you know Libby Farrell?

Are you charging me with something?

If not, I'd like to go.

Walk out that door,

and we'll find a way to come down on you

like a ton of bricks.

Work with us, and we'll do our best to protect you.

I didn't know her well.

We did an assignment together...

You were just supposed to die already,

and now I have to do this myself.

You're gonna write a note,

and you're gonna shoot yourself,

and it's gonna look like

the pressure of this got to you.

No one will believe this.

I don't even live in this house.

You're pulling the trigger out back, in the woods.

Dan, you here? So sorry we're late.

It's her fault.

- Who is that? - My neighbors, who live here.

Get rid of them, or I'll kill them too.

You didn't say you were bringing a friend for dinner.

Oh, my bad.

- This is my friend Ty... - Rone.

Tyrone Kaplan.

I'm Laura. That's Aaron.

Hon', don't annoy the man.

Some people don't like to be touched.

Don't speak for the man, sweetie.

He can speak for himself.

So you want to start an argument now?

I'm not the one starting it, dear.

Tire treads in the alley.

Jumped down off the roof.

Knew how to get in and out quickly,

and yet this was improvised.

He wanted to kill him at the house, not here.

They're not gonna find any prints up there.

You know that.

You should go home.

I didn't even want to invite him for dinner.

He just moved in.

Why are we always the welcome wagon?

Because I am sick of eating dinner

alone with you, OK?

Are you happy?

I am sick of being married to you.

I am sick of sleeping next to you night after night

and smelling your cheap body spray!

If you had just listened,

I wouldn't have to do this.

Tyler Petitti, you're under arrest

for attempted murder.

And this time, you'll have two federal agents

as the prosecution's star witnesses.

You were right about the tighter grouping.

And you don't smell half bad.

Mike, what are you doing here?

Well, since we made plans,

I figured you'd come home sooner or later.

I had a terrible day.

Well, let me help you with that.

Can we do this tomorrow?

No, we can't,

because tomorrow, I am giving a speech.

Because you were right. It's done.

The boys laid it out for me in black and white,

and it is such a weight off my shoulders.

- Mike... - It made me realize

I don't want to sneak around anymore.

We've been doing this for a while now.

You're not with Terry,

and I'm never really with anyone...

I watched one of my deputy marshals

get killed tonight, right in front of me.

Are... are you OK?

Which is what I mean when I say,

can we do this tomorrow?

Why won't you let me help you?

I don't need help.

You used to want it.

When something bad happens to me, I call you.

When something good happens, something funny,

you're who I want to share it with.

I don't ask you to do that.

I want to, and you let me.

It's great.

We talk, we laugh, we make love.

And I'm still not the person you call

when something happens to you.

I don't call anybody.

Mike, what we have, it's fun, it's easy.

Yeah, we've been married for over 30 years.

Well, we shouldn't be.

And if it were up to me, we would go through with it,

but I don't...

for you.

This isn't about Jack.

Everything is about Jack.

Th... those cranes...

it's like seeing his ghost.

And it's a reminder of the one thing

that you refuse to talk about,

which is that you let him go!

It's what he wanted.

He asked our permission to go undercover for life

and possibly die doing it.

If you had said no,

he wouldn't have done it.

He was willing to risk his life

for his country, just like us.

Please stop blaming me

for honoring a decision he made.

You're a wonderful man.

Barnes is right... a hero.

But I will never forgive you.

I'm not your wife anymore.

Please understand that.

Micah, look. That's him.

Let's get N-DEx, image search.

Damn it.

Wait. See that cord?

VIP credentials.

I have the service logs.

Let's see if we can match a face.

Oh, good, 121 VIPs.

Let's start from the top.

Abramovich, no.

Adair, no.

Agbayani, no.

Aguila, no.

No, no, no.

- Wait. - What? What is it?

Sam Antosca.

We got him?

The man who tried to assassinate.

President Barnes.

And he's still out there, walking free.

What's wrong?

The log also says who in the Secret Service

signed off on Antosca's credentials.

Dad let in the guy

who tried to kill the president.

Oh, hey.

I heard you got your stuff last night.

I still wanted to say bye.

It's the least I could do

after signing the divorce papers and all.

You were right.

I couldn't have done this by myself.

Yeah, I've only known you a few days,

but something tells me you could have.

I couldn't have.

I have this thing where I get so focused

that I can't see outside of myself.

It's genetic and annoying.

I used to have a boyfriend

who kind of helped take the burden off of me,

but he's, gone.

And, yeah, I guess I forgot

I can rely on somebody I'm not related to.

You can rely on me anytime.

I didn't... I don't mean...

Like, I-I...

I meant if you ever need a partner.

You know where to find me.

I actually don't!

I'll have to find you, then.

They got it right this time.

- Fancy suit. - Oh, I got a thing.

Less jewelry than I remember.

Yeah.

It was time.

Enjoy your day, Emily.

Oh, Mike!

OK, Mike.

Enough of all this pomp.

Let's bring up the man

responsible for keeping me alive,

Secret Service Agent Mike Hollingsworth.

We should've told him.

Look at him, dude.

Last night, he was printing a resignation letter.

Now he's got his whole life back.

A life built on a lie.

He signed the shooter in.

Let Dad have this win for today.

We'll tell him tomorrow

and let him retire with dignity.

Thank you, President Barnes.

When you asked me to stand up here,

my first impulse was to say no.

I'm not the one to stand in front of the crowd.

I'm the one who watches it.

Most people think that the hardest part of this job

is when they dive in front of a bullet,

but that is all training and instinct.

You don't think. You act.

The hard part is before... the standing still,

making sure you see everything in front of you

so that when it matters...

you already have.

President Barnes says that a library is

where you find the truth, and I finally found mine.

I did my job that day.

So did every man and woman beside me,

and that's why he's standing here now.

On behalf of the Service, thank you for this honor,

and thank you for seeing us.

Yeah!

- Just wonderful. - Thank you.

- This can't be right. - What is it?

The guest list for the library luncheon

tomorrow for Barnes... we're all working it.

I don't understand.

Sam Antosca is coming to the event.

See Agent Wallace, ma'am.

Right over there.

Ma'am, you wanted to speak with me?

Yes...

how long have you been working at the dentist's office?

Almost four years.

Have you seen anyone in the back alley

or the parking lot that seemed a little off?

No. I'm sorry.

It's such a lovely place to work.

I can't believe something like this happened here.

Why do you have a photo of David?

- Is he OK? - I'm sorry?

That's our lab tech, David.

Did he get hurt?

This man? This is David?

We've been looking for him.

We want to make sure he's OK.

Could you give me his employment records,

his phone number, anything you have on him?

Bring it to me, no one else.

I need to talk to him alone.