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- Previously on Salvation...
- Darius!

Nicholas Tanz,
this is Liam Cole.

Nicholas is my... Uncle, I know.

DARIUS: The unthinkable
has become reality.

President Pauline Mackenzie
is dead.

Who do you work for?

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

They're like a private CIA.

GRACE:
Claire was gonna shoot Harris.

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

You want justice?
Take it.

[gunshots]

You're not getting off
that easy.

You're special.

Can you accept that
you have a purpose?

I can.

LIAM:
What the hell, Darius?

And where's the real
Dr. Aguirre?

DARIUS: 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!

DARIUS: 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?

♪ Let me feel it ♪

♪ Let me feel it
one more time ♪

♪ Yeah, I want to feel it ♪

♪ I want to feel it
one more time ♪

♪ Well, this love's so good ♪

♪ It's 'bout to drive me
out of my mind... ♪

GRACE:
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.

[sighs]

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

Van Buren? Harding?

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

[chuckles]
AGENT: Perimeter check complete.

Goliath is secure.

AGENT 2 [over radio]:
Roger that. Perimeter secure.

[sighs] 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.

♪ Let me feel it ♪

♪ Honey, let me feel it ♪

♪ I have to feel it. ♪

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.

WOMAN:
Welcome back, Darius.

[applause]

MAN:
Hello, Mr. President.

Oh, so you think
you can just strut in here

like you own the place?

[chuckles]

And you, what have
you got for me?

Well, thanks to
Dr. Raul Aguirre...

[rolling Rs]:
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.

TESS:
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.

[sighs]

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.

[sighs]

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.

ROLAND:
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?

[knocking on door]Yes.

Mr. President, we need to talk.

DARIUS:
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.

♪♪

GRACE: 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.

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?

NATE: 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.

[knock at door]
Yes?

Mr. President, your
visitor is here.

Send him up.

Do better.
Now. Quickly. Go!

♪♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, ♪
♪ oh ♪

♪ Only truth... ♪

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.

[sighs]

NICHOLAS:
Darius.

I've been waiting
for this invitation.

[grunts]

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.

[chuckles]
Of course, yeah.

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

[chuckles] Ah, you know
me too well, Uncle.

All right, I'll
cut to the chase.

I'm thinking about reelection.
Campaigns cost money.

[chuckles]

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.[chuckles]

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.

[sighs]
- 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!

[grunting]

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.

DARIUS:
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. [chuckles]

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.

LIAM: I thought we were going
somewhere we could talk.

JILLIAN:
And we are.

MAN: 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.

BASS:
Regrets.

What purpose do they serve?
Nora?

They make us feel guilty.

And what do we think
about guilt?

It's a useless emotion.

BASS:
It weighs us down.

We make mistakes.

We're human.

This watch?

$5,000.

[scoffs] 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...

ALL:
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.

[laughs]
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?

JILLIAN:
Acknowledging our mistakes

and accepting them.

Liam,

accept yourself,

as we accept you.

I forgive you.

[applause]

Okay, what the hell
is this? Seriously?

ALONZO:
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.

[typing]

HARRIS:
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?

BOTH:
Darius.

So, how amazing is he... Bass?

[chuckling]:
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.

[exhales]

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.

[footfalls approaching]

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.

DARIUS:
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.

GRACE: Think all 17 founding
members are here?

DARIUS:
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.

NICHOLAS:
There he is,

the President
of the United States.

Ivan Petrenko.Mr. President.

NICHOLAS:
That's, uh, Eloise Turner.

May I present

my nephew, Darius Tanz.Pleasure.

My senior advisor... Grace Barrows.

- [chuckling]: Yes.
- [chuckling]: 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.

[chuckles]

Might we have a word?

Excuse us.

DARIUS: 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.

ROLAND:
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.

ALONZO:
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.

[laughter]

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.

ALL:
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.[sighs]
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?

[sighs]
Okay.

Who's next?

♪♪

Yes.

♪♪

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

[chuckles]

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?

[indistinct chatter]

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?

MAN: For all of you out there
who are trying

to persevere in the face
of peril and uncertainty,

we invite you to COPE.

NORA:
Hello again.

[laughs softly]

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.
[laughs softly]

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.

LIAM:
Letting go of what?

NORA:
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.

[laughs softly]
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.

DARIUS:
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.

[applause]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[glass shatters]

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.[stifled laugh]

[grunts]

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? HARRIS:
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...[chuckles softly]

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.

WHITEHAIR:
Sir. How'd it go?

A minor setback.

But you know...
we always prevail.

[engine starts]

Anything I can do?

Not yet.

But soon.

[indistinct chatter]

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.[sighs]

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.

GRACE: 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.

[whispers]: For one brief
moment, we took the victory.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]
GRACE: 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.

BASS:
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.