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Previously on Salvation...

Darius!

Nicholas Tanz, this is Liam Cole.

Nicholas is my... Uncle, I know.

The unthinkable has become reality.

President Pauline Mackenzie is dead.

Who do you work for?

- Q-17. - What's Q-17?

They're like a private CIA.

Claire was gonna shoot Harris.

I did what I had to do and I would do it again.

You want justice? Take it.

You're not getting off that easy.

You're special.

Can you accept that you have a purpose?

I can.

What the hell, Darius?

And where's the real Dr. Aguirre?

I am Aguirre, and Aguirre is me.

Liam, I did come here to repair what's been torn.

We both have the power to shut RE/SYST down.

I need your help.

This chip contains a virus that could destroy Tess.

Liam? Don't!

She's the one controlling those nukes.

I've been extremely busy disarming RE/SYST.

Those nukes were quite the nuisance, weren't they?

What have you been doing for the last 24 hours?

Darius?

Sorry, I tried not to wake you.

- What's wrong? - I had the weirdest dream.

Really? Mm.

You were president...

Of the United States? No. Yeah, yeah.

And we had this... romantic interlude

in the Oval Office, on the Resolute desk, to be exact.

Funny, I had the exact same dream. What?

It was a good one, wasn't it?

Oh, the best one I've had in a long time.

How many other presidents you think did it on that desk?

Van Buren? Harding?

I'm thinking Grover Cleveland. He was a wily fellow.

Perimeter check complete.

Goliath is secure.

Roger that. Perimeter secure.

So, what now, Mr. President?

We go back to work.

Come home to each other, save the world in between.

You make it sound simple.

We've stabilized the country, disarmed RE/SYST.

The rail gun project's on track.

In short order, we'll return to normalcy.

Then we can figure out "Now what?" In the meantime,

we have now.

Yeah, only right now

my father's sitting in prison 'cause of me.

Your father's a patriot, and so are you.

I'll take care of him.

You... just need to

enjoy your breakfast.

Any new updates?

I've had a team working all night,

poring through the material from the Q-17 operatives.

Please tell me you found something.

Q-17 is financed by a series of shell corps,

but we didn't know who was involved

in said corps until now.

Our president has a problem.

Welcome back, Darius.

Hello, Mr. President.

Oh, so you think you can just strut in here

like you own the place?

And you, what have you got for me?

Well, thanks to Dr. Raul Aguirre...

Aguirre.

The solar sail is almost ready for launch.

All it needs is a ride up there

and the right weather conditions.

When's the next launch window? Three days.

She's being loaded into a Goliath Two rocket as we speak.

Then we start firing the rail gun,

and it's all systems go.

Asteroid, stop.

Nice to see things returning to normal here.

More than you know.

Just as I left it.

Not quite.

Welcome home, Darius.

Tess?

Admin voice pattern authenticated.

I restored her OS using her original source code,

and she's back to how she was before RE/SYST.

Thank you.

Don't get all sentimental on me.

There's still a big-ass space rock coming toward us.

We've got work to do.

Once the sail is safely deployed,

the rail gun will need your undivided attention.

Yeah, you'll have it.

But first, there's something

that needs your immediate attention.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

I don't know where to start.

Liam, now's not the time.

Agreed, but, hey, why don't we grab dinner?

Can we get a coffee?

Jillian, I wasn't myself these past two months.

That's not me. I was brainwashed.

RE/SYST talked a good game.

RE/SYST or Alycia?

I... I just want us to have a fresh start.

We can't change the past.

We can only accept what's happened and move on.

I'm in a good place

for the first time in a while,

and I want to stay there, Liam.

The president's already given his statement

on the matter, Phil.

He'll appoint a vice president when he's good and ready,

on his timetable,

not the media's. Thank you.

You look like you haven't slept.

That's because I haven't. You?

Mm, hmm, not much.

The FBI spent all night going down the Q-17 rabbit hole.

And? They managed to locate this.

What is this?

Founding members of Q-17.

Best guess, Switzerland, 1987.

At least, that's what the FBI thinks.

Looks like the Last Supper.

More like a meeting of the Five Families.

You recognize anyone?

Wait, is that...? Nicholas Tanz.

Our president's uncle.

I'm sorry, Mr. President,

but as White House Counsel, I need to counsel,

and your idea is a disastrous one. Disastrous?

That's a little hyperbolic, don't you think?

The optics of granting Hugh Keating

a full pardon are...

Well, they're terrible.

He's the father of your senior advisor.

Claire Rayburn was a traitor.

Hugh Keating should be commended, not condemned.

I don't care whose father he is.

The public will assume

that you're part of an elaborate cover-up.

They'll call for your head.

And I'll gladly give it to them, Roland.

My administration has stabilized the country,

disarmed RE/SYST.

Now all that's left is that damn asteroid.

Politics doesn't need me. Tanz Industries does.

There's no...

Vice president. I'll need a short list of candidates,

a consensus builder with a clean slate.

Someone I can hand the reins over to

and still sleep at night. To be clear,

you want to resign?

Yes.

Mr. President, we need to talk.

That son of a bitch.

All this madness, the chaos, caused by Nicholas

and his Billionaire Boys Club?

The Bureau's best theory

is that sometime in the late '80s,

17 of the world's wealthiest magnates

pooled their resources together...

Oil, power, shipping, mineral mining...

To further their own self-interests.

They formed Q-17 as their own personal CIA

to do their bidding: Meddle in governments,

foment rebellions,

assassinate presidents.

We didn't have a Manchurian candidate,

we had a Manchurian government, funded by dark money.

To do unspeakable things. A space rock on the way,

and they're playing some bizarre game of chess. Why?

I want you to follow that money.

Find a way to tie Uncle Nick and his cronies

to everything that's happened.

What are you doing?

It's time to invite dear Uncle Nick to the White House.

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So, after all the FBI's digging, we have a photo

with 17 people and only one of them's identifiable.

We know they're billionaires from across the globe,

hiding behind shadow organizations and bank accounts.

Smart enough to infiltrate our government without fingerprints.

Well, hang on.

They left a different kind of fingerprint.

Bitcoin.

We can't go to that well.

Alonzo led us to that bitcoin flash drive.

Who knows what else he's got? He's fast,

he works outside the system... He almost shot me in the head.

Which is why I'll approach him alone.

Harris, that man's been through enough.

Grace, we've all been through enough.

He won't talk to you.

It's got to be me.

The simulation looks good.

All right. Okay, we'll let Tess run the numbers.

It's gonna be close.

If it's even an ounce too heavy, it may not deploy in time.

Hey, Jillian.

Hey, uh...

So, I was thinking about what you said.

You still want a fresh start?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Oh, uh, what if I swing by later, so we can talk?

Great, great. Yeah, it's a date.

I'll see you then.

Are you sure about this?

Absolutely. You need to give him a chance

to prove he's worthy.

Yeah.

Congressman Thompson, it's an honor to sit with you.

Well, I appreciate that, Mr. President.

So, graduate of the Air Force Academy,

degree in mathematics, NASA shuttle pilot,

then politics?

Well, I lived my dream. I had a family on the ground.

I wanted to make the world a better place for my kids.

How's that going?

No doubt, this country has seen better days.

Cosmic threats, coups.

"The once unthinkable is now the routine."

I believe those are your words. Good memory.

Even if we prevail over that asteroid,

there are still dark forces here on Earth,

and I want to protect this country

from those forces at all costs.

Can I be frank, Mr. President?

You talk a good game.

You got the smile, that fancy accent.

But at the end of the day, you're just another billionaire

with an agenda none of us can quite figure out.

Really? Last time I looked, I was putting down rebellions.

Or orchestrating them.

Two-term congressman like myself,

it's an honor to be considered for the vice presidency,

but between Mackenzie's

and Bennett's assassinations on your watch,

a person's got to ask themselves how that happens.

As an astronaut,

you're familiar with the concept of dark matter.

Certain things could not occur

but for its presence.

Same can be said for dark money.

It's infiltrated our government. We can't see it,

but it's by far the greatest threat to democracy.

Dark money, my ass. You disappeared for 48 hours.

Your actions almost got us nuked.

That's pretty damn dangerous if you ask me.

But I didn't ask you.

I'd do anything to serve my country,

but I'm a straight line, Mr. President.

No curves, unseen corners, hidden agendas.

I got elected because I'm a truth teller.

If you don't want the truth, you don't want me.

What the hell was that?

Trey Thompson has an 80% approval rating

in his home district.

You said you wanted a straight shooter.

Yes, but preferably not someone aiming at me, Roland.

Yes?

Mr. President, your visitor is here.

Send him up.

Do better. Now. Quickly. Go!

Seat taken?

You can't be serious.

You must be stupid coming here alone.

She's not alone.

How the hell'd you find me?

Your car. Government issue, which means...

LoJacked. Very good, Mr. Secretary.

You'd have made a decent detective.

But I'm not a detective. You are.

We need your help.

Darius.

I've been waiting for this invitation.

I would have called sooner

had I known you were in the country.

Seeing you here now,

it's quite impressive.

Your father'd be very proud.

He would laugh.

The fact that I was born in Philadelphia... Was fate.

Fate.

To ensure your place in this office,

your place in history. But following that logic,

President Mackenzie's assassination was fate, as well.

Hmm. It's a tragedy, no doubt.

In these dark times, I can't think of anyone better than you

to guide not just this country,

but our planet back into the light.

That is if this rail gun of yours works.

It will.

In fact, that's why I invited you here.

I'm thinking about the future.

Of course, yeah.

You only call me when you need something or you want something.

Ah, you know me too well, Uncle.

All right, I'll cut to the chase.

I'm thinking about reelection. Campaigns cost money.

Oh. Oh. It's funny, isn't it?

Once you feel pure power, you don't want to let it go.

Now, my boy, you save the planet,

and there will be a lot of influential people in your debt.

I assure you, all of the campaign funds you'll ever want

will be at your disposal.

Well, there's no time like the present.

Those influential people,

I was thinking about throwing a party at Tanz,

a cocktail party, the best of its kind,

a sort of welcome back for us.

That's a wonderful idea.

And I know just who to invite.

I thought you might.

Get a vice president.

The donors like to know who they're getting into bed with.

Of course, of course. I-I'll bring my top picks to the party.

Your friends, I'm sure they'll have strong opinions.

Spoken like a true politician.

I'll make all the arrangements.

You kill my sister.

Cover it up.

Use me. Now you want my help?

Get out of my face.

I should have you both arrested.

But you won't.Oh?

You know damn well it was self-defense.

Grace's father already confessed to the crime.

You have your sacrificial lamb,

so why waste time on some sort of vendetta?

Alonzo, you told me you still cared about justice.

These are the people who bankrolled

Claire and Bennett's operation,

who bought our government. Are you for real right now?

You gonna look at me and pretend like nothing happened?

Can you give us a minute, please?

I'm sorry.

If I had any other options, we wouldn't be here right now.

Did it ever occur to you that I started to care for you?

I'm sorry.

You and Mr. Secretary can walk your sorry asses

up out this bar.

Let's go. No.

Harris. Listen, you self-indulgent prick.

It's time to stop thinking about your feelings and get on board.Stop. No, no.

What'd you just say? You heard me.

Grace, back up.

You know, you've been asking for it.

What are you waiting for, Detective? Go for it!

Put your hands up, sir.

Detective Carter,

you just assaulted the secretary of defense

in a bar full of witnesses.

I can have you arrested,

but I won't if you cooperate.

You son of a bitch. You set me up.

I'm giving you an opportunity to put your anger to bed

and make yourself useful. I suggest you take it. Now.

Senator Gitlow.

So you're the chairman of the Commerce and Science Committee?

Ten years in the Senate, five years on the committee.

You scientists always amaze me.

Somewhere around Newton's Third Law

I threw my hands up and cried uncle.

From what I've seen, politics is a lot more complicated

and unknowable than any scientific formula or algorithm.

It's simpler than people make it out to be.

I come from a small town in Michigan.

My father worked the assembly line.

We weathered the Great Recession,

so I know what American families go through

just to make ends meet.

I consider it a privilege to serve.

The rest is all just nonsense.

Well, you have fans on both sides of the aisle.

That's-that's rare these days.

I try to start from a place of decency.

Does that make me soft as my opponent

in the last election would claim? No, sir.

Decency is the steel that keeps our building standing

even in the worst of storms.

I always appreciated that quality in Pauline Mackenzie.

Yes. So did I.

With all that's happened, it's comforting

having someone in that chair who's carrying out her legacy.

I thought we were going somewhere we could talk.

And we are.

COPE was founded by Bass Shepherd,

author of 15 best-selling self-help books

that have sold nine million copies worldwide,

and has turned his decades-long search for peace and acceptance

into a movement.

Bass has healed millions of people around the world.

Hi. Jillian.

Nora, this is Liam.

Welcome.

People are learning to cope with what is.

Regrets.

What purpose do they serve? Nora?

They make us feel guilty.

And what do we think about guilt?

It's a useless emotion.

It weighs us down.

We make mistakes.

We're human.

This watch?

$5,000.

I was so proud the day I bought it.

But now I realize the value of the watch

doesn't change the time we have.

My biggest regret is putting value on things

instead of people.

Relationships. What's important

isn't the time on our wrist.

It's our time together.

So I invite you to throw your regrets

into the unburdening box.

It's time to forget what was...

And accept what is.

My name's Nora, and I regret

not being at my mother's deathbed.

I'm Nate, and I regret not sharing my feelings enough.

My name's Liam, but I'm-I'm just a visitor.

No regrets?

This is a chance to unburden yourself.

No, I-I have a ton of regrets.

Uh... I've made epic mistakes.

You know, I've-I've hurt people I love.

But saying it aloud doesn't absolve me.

It doesn't mean I'm worthy of forgiveness.

Ah.

There it is.

"I'm not worthy."

What do we do to become worthy?

Acknowledging our mistakes

and accepting them.

Liam,

accept yourself,

as we accept you.

I forgive you.

Okay, what the hell is this? Seriously?

You wanted everything I have.

This came from a flash drive I found in Claire's house.

With a trove of information.

Yeah, okay, can we just

get on with this, please?

When I started investigating Claire's disappearance,

my only lead was, well, looking into

Defense Secretary Centerfold.

After we cracked the bitcoin wallet,

I figured I'd try the same password on this file.

Bank account numbers.

Cayman Islands bank account numbers.

Where the wealthy go to hide their money

and identities.

17 accounts. Huh.

What do you want to bet those 17 belong

to the 17 people in the photo?

I'd also bet this money was used to buy cryptocurrency

that paid for assassinations of American citizens...

and presidents.

This is the jackpot.

Yeah, problem is, only way to access the jackpot

is with biometric proof you're the account holder.

Retinal scans. An encryption code

based on the iris.

There's no way to hack that.

No, you're gonna need the exact right pair of eyeballs

to open these accounts.

Any idea how we're gonna get those?

Darius.

So, how amazing is he... Bass?

Yeah.

And he's allowed me to accept you

and everything that's happened.

Jillian...

Mm.

I just spent two months under the sway of RE/SYST.

I know how easy it is to get swept up in an ideology.

Well, I'm not swept up.

I'm content.

COPE... it's, it's helped me through the worst of times.

And I hardly think that you're in the position

to judge what works for people.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

If COPE works for you, then, um, I'm on board.

Okay.

Did you know that the false-acceptance rate

for the average fingerprint scan

is one in every 10,000?

For iris scans, it's about one in two trillion.

So, it's impossible to fool the sensors?

Yes, but we won't need to.

How much do you want to bet that every name

behind those accounts will be amongst those

attending my party?

What party?

Fund-raiser, actually thrown by dear Uncle Nick

and 100 of his closest friends.

They're coming out of the shadows

for face time with the president.

I've chummed the waters,

now we catch the big fish.

After we wine and dine them, we end them.

You look exquisite.

Thank you.

And you look... hot, Mr. President.

I have to admit I do love saying that.

Enjoy it; You may not be able to say it much longer.

I'm announcing Senator Gitlow as vice president tonight.

Shortly thereafter, I'm resigning.

Not before I issue a presidential pardon

for your father.

So you're gonna stop an asteroid,

save democracy, release my father...

and that's just Thursday?

Miles to go before we sleep, but...

I do see a rail gun at the end of the tunnel.

Hmm.

Hopefully, it'll fire on all cylinders.

Good evening, Mr. President.

Ms. Barrows.

Detective Carter,

thank you for volunteering on this.

Let's just call it community service.

These lenses are scanners.

The goal: To make eye contact

with all of our guests downstairs.

Scan their retinas, see which of our partygoers

matches those Cayman Islands accounts.

Connection's good, sir.

All right, we all set with the plan?

Pretty simple. Make eye contact,

leave the rest up to technology.

These people are killers.

They may not pull the triggers themselves,

but they're just as dangerous.

This may be our one and only chance

to identify them

and nail these bastards to the wall.

Here we go.

Think all 17 founding members are here?

In all likelihood, yes.

An audience with the president is no small feat.

Uncle Nicholas would use this opportunity

to cement his power within the group.

Mr. President. Nice to see you.

How are you, sir?

Such vile human beings, all in one place.

Let's hope so.

Smile, Ms. Barrows. They're watching.

There he is,

the President of the United States.

Ivan Petrenko.Mr. President.

That's, uh, Eloise Turner.

May I present

my nephew, Darius Tanz.Pleasure.

My senior advisor... Grace Barrows.

- Yes. - Hello.

My pleasure.

Mr. President,

you've presided over trying times.

And what a job he's done, eh?

Do you know he's on track to solve this asteroid problem?

If anyone can do it, Darius can.

You give me too much credit.

There's hundreds, if not thousands,

of workers on the team.

But you're the mastermind behind it, eh?

I seem to have inherited that quality from you, Uncle.

Might we have a word?

Excuse us.

Grace, keep an eye on Mr. Petrenko for me.

Well, Mr. President,

any thoughts to the vice presidency?

As a matter of fact, I have.

I'm sorry, Congressman,

the president went

in another direction. I'm sure he did.

But he remains a very big fan.

In your next life, you should be a stable boy,

'cause you sure know how to shovel manure.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

This gentleman comes over, right?

And, essentially, he's trying to

shut down my party.

So I did what anyone would do.

I bought the hotel and kept the party going.

As you should. Right?

I'm sorry, forgive me, I didn't catch your name.

Andrey. Andrey Vasilyev.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Well, to success.

Cheers.

Good evening, Mr. Vasilyev.

Yeah, Russian billionaire.

Arms manufacturer and land acquisitions.

Dude owns islands.

Are you one of our dirty 17?

No match. Damn it.

So, Mr. Tanz is sure

his rail gun project will work?

Confidence is very high.

Otherwise, the president wouldn't be here

talking about the future, Mr. Petrenko.

He's a match.

All right.

All right, all right.

Get back out there, Detective. Detective?

Actually, I'm in real estate now.

Dabble in tech.

I'm making some good contacts.

All right, just get down there.

All right?

Okay.

Who's next?

Yes.

Ivan, you're hogging all of Ms. Barrows' time.

Would you mind if I have a few words with our president's

senior advisor? Certainly.

Fantastic turnout, yeah?

I know Darius is very grateful

for your help in gathering everyone here tonight.

Oh, absolutely. My pleasure.

He's family.

We have to put family first, don't we?

Of course, yes.

Without family, what is there? Oh, precisely.

M-May I ask,

how's your daughter?

Zoe, is it?

Zoe is doing fine, thank you.

Ah.

I spent some time in Africa.

A wonderful place. So beautiful but quite dangerous.

Uh, sorry, I don't recall telling you

Zoe was in Africa.

Did you not? Hmm.

Perhaps it was my nephew.

It's difficult to know where

we get our information from these days.

Will you excuse me?

Well, thank you.Mr. President.

I've made eye contact with just about everyone.

How was your chat with Uncle Nicholas?

Really creepy. He asked things about Zoe.

Things he shouldn't know.

Can you just announce Gitlow as VP

so we can end this party and get away from these people?

What's wrong?

For all of you out there who are trying

to persevere in the face of peril and uncertainty,

we invite you to COPE.

Hello again.

You look like you have a question.

Yeah, hi. I-I was here

the other day, and I, um, I-I was so moved

I had to come back and find out more.

That happens a lot.

Welcome.

S-So what do I do? How do I,

how do I, how do I be a part of this?

Just your presence is all that's required.

Oh, and your acceptance.

I totally accept.

So wh-what's next?

Have you tried unburdening?

No, but I've heard of it.

It's what our members do

to show that they've truly accepted,

by letting go.

Letting go of what?

Whatever's holding them back.

That guy's handing over his car keys.

You, you telling me his Honda's holding him back?

He's not gonna need a car in the end.

What-what end?

Theend.

We all know it's coming, but we've accepted it.

You carry a notebook with a quote from Asimov on the cover.

"Ideas die hard."

Do you have any other questions?

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if I could have your attention, please.

Just for a few moments.

If you could all gather round. Thank you.

I would like to take this opportunity

to make a special announcement.

Since you're the ones investing in the future of my presidency,

it's only fair that you're the first to meet the team that will

continue to lead this great nation

when we win the next election.

Please join me in extending a warm welcome

to the next vice president of the United States,

Congressman Trey Thompson.

Congressman, come up here.

What the hell, Roland?

I-I had no idea, I swear, I...

We're gonna need a sit-down, Mr. President.

Plenty of time for that, Mr. Vice President.

Mr. President.

It's a great day for America.

Congratulations.Congratulations.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Nephew.

I'd like a word, please.

Well?

You made a mistake.

But it's not one that can't be undone.

I'm not undoing anything. Hmm.

Senator Gitlow's in your pocket, isn't he?

Hmm.

I know what you did, Uncle.

All of it: Coups,

assassinations, sabotage of my Ark, if I'm not mistaken.

Your Ark?

Yeah? When did you get the right to decide who lives and dies?

80 of those seats are mine, and the going rate is steep.

I'm gonna use all the power of the presidency to destroy you

and your filthy cabal.

You think you got power?

No.

Money rules the world, Darius.

It always has.

Not governments and not presidents.

Why do you think you're here?

We put you here.

Hmm?

You belong to us.

You killed Mackenzie.

Do you think you got here by your genius alone?

You had help from allies you didn't even know existed.

You're engineered for success.

You say you're not like us.

But you've always been one of us.

12 matches.

That's a pretty damn good showing for one night.

Mm-hmm. Ghosts no more.

- So what now? - Use every resource

at our disposal to find the other five,

and then we choke off the money supply.

Darius?

As of tomorrow, we're on them.

Their businesses, finances. We'll hunt

each and every one down... Every last one...

Until they're finished.

Care to explain your little theatrics tonight?

I'm a showman at heart.

You nearly broke Senator Gitlow's.

Why'd you pick me?

What's your game, Mr. President?

This is no game, Congressman.

This is deadly serious business.

I know you have a low opinion of my character,

but the feeling isn't mutual.

The person a heartbeat away from the presidency must be

a decent human being who values the Constitution.

And you're a good man.

An annoying, judgmental one, but...

Good, nonetheless.

I appreciate your honesty.

So what do you say?

You up to it?

Under one condition.

We clean house of all dirty business on both sides.

Everything is played above board and by the book.

No special treatment of anyone. None.

Deal.

Not even Ms. Barrows' father.

Sir. How'd it go?

A minor setback.

But you know... we always prevail.

Anything I can do?

Not yet.

But soon.

So what now, Mr. Secretary?

FBI's looking into the people we ID'd.

We'll fill out the list,

pursue this to the fullest extent of the law,

starting with money laundering

and fraud.

Money laundering? Fraud?

Not... what about murder? Treason?

You know how these things go.

Slowly but surely.

We don't have time for slowly.

No, we don't.

Which is why I'd like to bring you in.

How far you prepared to go?

Those pricks sent Fiona Lane into my orbit,

destroyed this country, murdered my son.

I'm prepared to go all the way.

My sister was part of this mess.

Least I can do is help clean it up.

To justice.

I'll drink to that.

If it hadn't been for my father,

Monroe Bennett would be president right now. I know.

My father doesn't belong in prison.

I know.

So what spooked you at the party?

Hey. What did your uncle say to you?

These people are more dangerous than I ever could have imagined.

I can't walk away until Q-17 has been dismantled.

I have to put out this fire permanently.

Until another one flares up.

There will always be another emergency,

another catastrophe, another asteroid and you will always need to fix it.

I'm the Manchurian candidate.

What? What are you talking about?

They killed Mackenzie so I'd be president.

Oh, my God.

Why?

They, they-they think I'm one of them.

And I'm gonna do everything in my power to prove them wrong.

I can't pardon your father right now.

I can't blur the lines anymore.

I have to do this right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

For one brief moment, we took the victory.

Liam?

What are you doing here? I'm sorry to interrupt.

Have you seen Jillian? She hasn't returned my calls.

Please tell me she's here. No. I-I thought

she was with you. She hasn't slept here in days.

She called in sick today. What's going on?

I don't know. Uh...

She's in with these people,

and they've got her head messed up.

Liam, Jillian's a smart woman. I'm sure she's...

No, you don't understand.

This group, COPE? I think they're a suicide cult.

Look, they're gonna kill themselves

and Jillian's with them.

You've accepted, unburdened.

You've learned to cope with what is and what shall be.

And I'm thrilled to tell you that you are being elevated

to a very special group.

You have been chosen... for salvation.

Are you ready?

Yes.