All language subtitles for Designated.Survivor.S02E14.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Designated Survivor"...

I'm your older brother. I'm supposed
to help you get through things.

Whatever I think happened...
It doesn't matter anymore.

- Because we're family.
- Yeah.

If you're trying to tell me
that you're not sure about us...

- I'm saying I don't know.
- Well, I do.

And when you do, give me a call.

Why am I still wearing an ankle
bracelet when I've been helping?

It's either that or a
30-year term for espionage.

The knowledge that
Damian has belongs to us.

If anything happens to
him, you will regret it.

[GUNSHOT]

You leaked intel to Valeria
that I was still alive

to see if the Russians wanted me dead.

But they didn't. They knew you
could help us solve the hack.

Which is why the hacker wanted you dead.

Senator, what qualities do you possess

that would make you a
great Vice President?

The question is, sir, what
qualities don't I have?

Why don't we talk about my agenda?

I'll champion it, of course.

What if I'm wrong?

Unconditional loyalty, sir...
That's what you get from me.

As much as I appreciate the sentiment,

I'm interested in working with someone

who would feel comfortable [SIGHS]

about being able to tell me
when they think I'm wrong.

Well, I can do that, sir.

Well, I'd tinker with an aspect
or two of your tax plan...

Perhaps tweak your Mideast policy.

I'd also like to take a crack

at re-prioritizing
your domestic agenda...

Healthcare, welfare, family leave.

Your budget needs a complete overhaul,

your slate of judicial nominees is weak,

and your foreign policy, sir...
[EXHALES SHARPLY]

it's more of a ad hoc
lump of shifting positions

than a policy, isn't it?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Well, Senator Alexander
wants to move into my office,

Governor Sinclair is
a walking rubber stamp,

and Congressman Sharpe wants to
take a blowtorch to my agenda.

LYOR: None of the three
candidates are perfect, sir.

We'll stipulate to that.

But they all bring something
important to the table...

Experience, the ability
to expand your base.

You're both focused
on the politics here.

I think you're missing the point.

The point is we don't need to
have a Vice President right now.

The line of succession of the
presidency's already in place.

Speaker of the House,
President of the Senate,

both of whom have been
elected to their positions.

Both have earned the right to serve,

unlike anyone I could simply appoint.

Agreed, sir, but having a V.P.
Serves another agenda...

To help you govern.

Tyler, Fillmore, Johnson...
Andrew, not Lyndon...

And Arthur all succeeded Presidents

who died who while they were in office.

Not a single one of them
appointed a Vice President.

And not one of them is
on American currency, sir,

except for Johnson.

He was on a commemorative dollar.

And he was impeached.

The first man that I
appointed Vice President...

was involved in a massive conspiracy

that almost brought our country
down and cost me my life.

We're gonna get this right.

We're gonna wait until we
find the perfect candidate.

Respectfully, Mr. President, we can't.

Vetting's been a slow crawl for months,

and The Journal caught wind of it.

They are publishing tomorrow.

You're not gonna get a PR bounce

if you name the V.P. after
a hit piece like that, sir.

You will look reactive and weak.

Lyor's right. If you're gonna
do this, tonight is the night.

Then I suggest you
both cast a wider net.

We have a few people on
deck. We'll get 'em in.

Okay, fine.

Where do we stand on the
$600 billion bond payment

owed to Japan at midnight?

The extension should be pro forma.

We're on our way to the State Department

to get Minister Omono's signoff.

Okay, let's get that done now.

Yes, sir.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

The President needs
to see Senator Givens

and Secretary Aretsky later tonight.

- I'll set it up.
- Good.

Mr. Boone, my father's
birthday is tonight.

Mm-hmm?

I'm not getting him anything.

No, no.

I'm saying that I wanted to see him.

Oh! Yeah. Uh...

You can leave early.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, just come back after.

So, midnight?

Yeah, midnight's perfect.

And don't say I never do
anything for you, all right?

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Ready?

Kids today... They have it so easy.

What?

[DOOR OPENS]

You invite me to dinner,
then you stand me up.

You act like you're the
busiest guy in the world.

Trey, I am so sorry. I'm
gonna call the kitchen,

get them to put some rib
eyes on the grill for us.

Tell me who killed JFK,
all will be forgiven.

You're gonna have to work
your way up to that one.

Hey, you're not gonna have to catch

the late flight tonight.

I'm gonna organize transportation,

get you back to the city in the morning.

I wouldn't worry about
that. I'm moving to D.C.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

That's fantastic. So
you worked everything out

- with Braniff Securities?
- Yep.

They told me not to let the door
hit me in ass on the way out.

[SIGHS] Trey, I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay. I need
a change of scenery.

Well, you want to be Vice President?

Depends... Do I actually
have to do anything?

So, you want a forbearance.

Yes, a six-month
rollover on $600 billion

of T-Bonds that have come due.

I've worked with Lyor.
He knows how strong

the friendship between
our two countries is.

Indeed.

He also knows that, uh, I speak my mind.

Oh, yes. [CHUCKLES]

Japan has more than a trillion dollars

- invested in your country.
- And I think you're seeing

an excellent return on that investment.

Mm, what we're seeing
is interest payments,

not principal.

And we worry we never will.

The United States of
America has never defaulted.

Yet. But your national debt
clock is never going to reverse.

And Japan is never gonna be
a world power again. So what?

Uh, I think what Lyor's
trying to say is...

We are requesting a
courtesy from an ally,

an ally who gladly accepts our
unwavering military protection,

who escaped its fate as a backwater

thanks to the generosity of
our post-War reconstruction...

- That's outrageous.
- And who should know better

than to send the guy who
spends every free moment

vacationing in our country
to lecture us on our economy?

♪ ♪

I think the words you're
looking for, Takuzo,

are "Domo arigato."

♪ ♪

Really?

He's the Japanese Finance Minister.

You can't talk to him like that.

You know the most popular
pizza topping in Japan is squid?

We left this late.

If we don't get this
extension we're gonna default,

and you provoke him?

Squid on pizza... That's a provocation.

- Lyor.
- Relax.

Takuzo is an old friend.

We'll get the deferral
before midnight, all right.

Along with a bottle of
premium Hokkaido sake...

Which is all yours. I
don't touch the stuff.

I don't know why I let
you out of your cage.

[CHUCKLES]

Seriously.

Get me the President.

- My call just dropped.
- [CELLPHONE BEEPS]

Yeah, the elevator's
probably blocking the signal.

No, it's not a signal thing.

I'm getting a "No service" indication.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

[ELEVATOR SCREECHES]

Well, that's mildly disconcerting.

Ugh.

Well, this is a good time to
mention my low blood sugar.

[SIGHS]

[BUTTONS CLICKING]

Someone! Somebody?!

HANNAH: Has Damian been any help?

None. He's been under lock
and key at the safe house.

The key is Alan Turing.

Alan Turing? Who's that?

Is that a serious question?

He invented the computer, Hannah.

And I care because...?

There's a code embedded
in all the hacks...

06231912.

So, I looked at it every which way...

and then one arrangement jumped out.

Turing's birthday... June 23, 1912.

Okay, what does this
have to do with anything?

I don't know... yet.

[DEVICE BEEPS]

Damian's ankle bracelet.

- I lost his signal.
- How is that possible?

His transponder is
routed through satellites.

The only way we wouldn't
be receiving a signal...

is if there was a massive power outage

and the towers went out.

We lost him!

I'm going to the safe house!

Thanks.

No, thank you.

Did you know that when
the Washington Monument

was built in 1884,

it was the tallest man-made
structure in the world?

Did you know you could
brew beer out of bananas?

That is more interesting.

Yeah.

[ELECTRICAL CRACKLING]

What was that?

Must be some kind of power outage.

The generators just kicked in.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Son of a bitch.

Mr. President, lights are
down throughout the Capital.

I'll get the Mayor, the Police Chief,

and the Public Service
Chief on the horn, sir.

Thank you, Mike. Trey,
I'm gonna have to take a...

Rain check.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Hey, you mind spending
some time with Penny?

- You got it.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

HANNAH: Chuck, I'm here.

♪ ♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

♪ ♪

The door's ajar,

there's shattered glass
in the parking lot.

I'm going in.

CHUCK: Hannah, wait for backup.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Chuck, we got an agent
down. Get me an ambulance.

Roger that.

♪ ♪

Damian's gone.

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
- www.Addic7ed.com -

The power grids are down

throughout the metropolitan
area, Mr. President.

It looks like a cyberattack.

There's a signature
embedded in this hack

that's similar to the space
station and the prison hack,

but this one's next generation.

We're trying to solve it.

Now, the concern is

this could be the prelude
to a larger attack.

It's large enough already.
A pattern's emerging.

Trying to undermine our
institutions, but to what end?

Unfortunately, we're not gonna know that

until we know who's behind all of this.

We've got our best people
on it, Mr. President.

How's the White House fixed for power?

Well, the backup generators
are good for eight hours.

If the blackout drags on,
we'll have to start rationing.

Excuse me, Mr. President.

The press pool wants
to know what's going on.

Tell them the lights went out.

Uh, I think they're asking why, sir.

- So are we.
- Okay.

I'll detail the scope
of the power outage

and keep a damper on
speculation as to why.

Mr. President, the mayor's en route.

Thank you. I'm gonna want to
see her as soon as she gets here.

Yes, sir.

[POUNDING]

Help! Help!!

Speaking of help, how 'bout
you help me solve this?

Well, we're trapped between floors,

which means no one can hear us,

There's no external power source,

which means we can't
get this rig started.

And this contraption's
at least 60 years old,

which means there are
no exterior ladders

that can carry us to safety,

so what precisely
would you like me to do?

[SIGHS]

Help! Anybody! Please! Help!

So, you haven't heard
from Emily, either?

No.

It's not like her and
Lyor to be out of touch.

They were meeting with
Minister Omono at State.

They probably got caught up
in traffic on the way back,

and if traffic lights are down,

a few miles can turn into a few hours.

Yeah, and cellphones are down.

So, in Em's absence you're
acting Chief of Staff?

Yeah, per the President.

Back in the catbird seat. How's it feel?

Like I want to see your
statement on the blackout ASAP.

Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

[CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

SASHA: What are you doing?

Hey, Emily's not, uh... Oh, hey, Sasha.

I was just, uh, leaving her a note.

Uh, what is this?

I don't know.

Well, I do.

It's a limited-edition copy
of "All the President's Men"

signed by Woodward and Bernstein.

You shouldn't be here.

Emily isn't obsessed with
Watergate, but you know who is?

- Me.
- Seth...

Why would she get me
this? We're broken up.

Unless...

Oh, my God.

Our six-month anniversary.

It's today, isn't it?

You have to leave. Now.

She never actually used
the words "broken up."

She... she said that
she wasn't sure about us,

but not being sure is not the same as...

As being broken up.

It's an expression of uncertainty,

and uncertainty doesn't
toll anniversaries.

And stay out!

All right, let me get this straight.

Damian predicted our NASA hack.

He's on the loose.

We've been waiting on him to
cough up the intel we need,

and he coincidentally escapes

right before our power
grid was taken down.

Look, Aaron, I get it.

He could be responsible for everything.

We are tracking him down.

All right, tell us what you got, Chuck.

Well, for starters, we
think he stole the gun

and the car of the agent he clocked.

[SCOFFS] Which makes him
either desperate or suicidal.

Normally, I'd be able to track him.

Every FBI car's got a beacon,
but the signal's routed

through satellite, and
with the cell towers out...

What the traffic cams?
They're solar powered.

Right. I can still access them.

♪♪

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

CHUCK: I got something.

The last visual of the
stolen car was 15 minutes ago.

An intersection near 2650 Wisconsin.

2650...

That's the Russian Embassy.

♪ ♪

All right. Keep on it, Chuck.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Mr. President.

Madam Mayor, thank you for coming.

Thank you so much, Mr. President.

This is my National Security
Advisor, Aaron Shore.

Ma'am.

So, what is it like out there?

Not good, sir. Our Public
Service Commissioner

has no idea what caused the outage.

The cause of the problem is
not as important as fixing it.

How are you on essential services?

It's supposed to be 30 degrees tonight.

We're passing out blankets,

we're putting the elderly and the infirm

in the few places with backup power.

What about the unrest?

D.C.'s Finest are on the job,

but we are a city already on the edge.

We have a sanitation strike,
we have a public hiring freeze,

we have an unemployment rate

that is 50% above the national average.

What can we do to help?

Sir, I need a command center.

The power's down in City Hall.

If there is a government
building with electricity

- that you can set me up in...
- I'll do you one better.

We'll set you up here
in the White House.

- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- That way my people

can coordinate with yours,
we can monitor your progress,

chip in where we can.

We'll set you up in the Truman Room.

Agent Ritter will show you the way.

- Mr. President, thank you.
- Thank you, Mayor.

Right this way, ma'am.

[DEVICE BEEPS]

Yeah?

Yes. Thank you.

Kendra, what the hell happened?

Mr. President, the
Japanese Finance Minister

messengered over this demand letter.

They want the T-Bonds paid
on schedule... no extension.

Did they provide an explanation?

They said the bonds are heavily invested

in our power grids and infrastructure.

And tonight's blackout didn't
exactly inspire confidence.

No, sir, but the wire transfers
have to originate from Treasury,

and their computers are down.

What the hell? That's
not supposed to happen.

Which means unless we want to watch

our national credit rating nosedive,

we need an alt and fast.

Like a third-party payment.

No, the markets will
see that as a weakness.

Well, we're in a bind.
Whether we default

or have a third party make the payment,

the Dow's gonna react
and not in a good way.

Kendra, I want you to reach
out to the S. E. C. Chairman.

See if he can hold off the opening bell,

give us some time to try and solve this.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

And I'll reassure congressional leadership.

Thank you.

[DEVICE BEEPS]

You have a Valeria sighting yet?

Nope. I waited outside the
Russian Embassy for two hours,

then I just walked up to the
guard shack and asked for her.

[SCOFFS] What'd they say?

I think it was Russian for "drop dead."

You may be able to tell
that to Damian in English.

I got a bead on that stolen FBI car.

- Where?
- Heading north.

The last photo was a traffic
cam on Garfield and 29th...

- [KEYBOARD CLACKING]
- Then the photos stop.

Okay, I know the area.
I'm 10 minutes out.

♪ ♪

You try talking your way out
of this, you son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, Chuck? I got a visual on his car.

He wrecked it.

Yeah, but I don't have a visual on you.

Be careful.

[GUNSHOTS]

♪ ♪

Drop the gun!

Hannah, let me explain.

Drop the gun, or this time
I put one in your head.

♪ ♪

Turn around.

Get on the ground. Put
your hands behind your back.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

So, you're a killer now, too?

Hannah...

♪ ♪

Why does he have my address?

Because he was going to kill you...

and I had to stop him.

Citywide blackout now enters hour two...

- Hey.
- Hey.

I just wanted to say
good night to Penny.

Oh, she's down for the count.

- Really?
- Yep.

She ate all her veggies?

Check.

Finished her homework?

Tom, I did everything on your list...

Fed her, checked her homework,

fired M-80s off the balcony with her,

tucked her in with a bottle of tequila.

Trey.

Fine. I didn't check her homework.

Thank you.

You okay?

Oh, aside from the blackout,

the Japanese calling
in a $600 billion bond,

and two of my senior staff
seemed to have disappeared

into the Bermuda Triangle...

So, business as usual?

[SCOFFS] Yeah, something like that.

Thanks for holding down the fort.

I'll call you when Penny and
I are breaking into Langley.

Don't get caught.

Doing everything it can

to restore power as quickly as possible.

Police, meanwhile, are reporting

acts of vandalism and
looting throughout the city.

Still no sign of restoring power,

and now we're getting
reports of sporadic violence

erupting around the city.

What have you told the press pool?

As little as possible, sir.

Good man. Any word from Emily and Lyor?

No, sir.

You okay?

Yeah.

Occam's razor... Simplest explanation

is they're holed up in traffic
somewhere having a laugh.

True.

♪ ♪

[CLICKS TONGUE]

EMILY: What?

We have no electricity, right?

So you're not jerry-rigging anything

except your likely electrocution

'cause if you're holding the wrong wire

when the power comes back on...

At least I'm doing something.

Yes, you are.

You're confusing motion
for progress, as per usual.

Excuse me?

You know, overkill... That's your thing.

You micromanage the staff,

you put out three memos
when one would do just fine.

You know, I believe in rules.

You act like they don't apply to you.

Oh, well, they don't.

Thinkers get special dispensation.

Really? What am I thinking right now?

"That is completely uncalled for."

Okay, genius, think our way out of this.

Well, it's been a few hours
and no one's come by yet.

So it could be the zombie apocalypse.

But more likely, it's after hours,

and the building is probably empty.

♪ ♪

Yep.

There's only one thing left to do.

Help!

- Help!
- Help!

Anybody?! Someone!

Shh! Wait.

Help!

- Help!
- Help!

On a cold March night, a blackout

has left hundreds of
thousands of D. C. residents

without heat or power,
and some have taken the law

into their own hands by
looting and setting fires.

As the unrest grows,

there are growing reports
of skirmishes with police.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Aaron, what do you got?

Garfield Heights,
Bellevue, Shipley Terrace...

Oh, my God.

And dozens hospitalized.
It's like a ticking time bomb.

What do you suggest?

As interim Chief of Staff
or National Security Advisor?

Both.

As Chief of Staff, I'd say
this is still a local matter.

We should give the mayor some
time to get her hands around it

rather than infringe on her authority.

And as National Security Advisor?

I'd say we're one incident
away from full-scale riots,

a loss of life. [SIGHS]

I'd consider mobilizing
the National Guard, sir.

♪ ♪

Come with me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Yes, Commissioner. Yes,
thank you. Thank you.

Please keep me informed.

Mayor Darby, how's it going?

Rough sledding, sir.

We are distributing aid,

but we are dealing with
isolated pockets of violence.

They're more than isolated, Ms. Mayor.

We have a tax base that barely
covers our essential services.

When the government doesn't
fulfill its end of the bargain

by keeping the lights on, all
that frustration boils over.

I understand, which is why I've decided

to deploy D. C.'s National Guard...

Get this under control
before it gets out of hand.

Respectfully, sir, I
think that's a bad idea.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

You just said that D. C. Metro's
understaffed and overwhelmed.

Yes, but federalizing
this is not the answer.

You'll alienate the public.
We will get a handle on this.

I just need a little
more time. Sir, please.

♪ ♪

Our nation's Capital is dark.

The world is watching,

and Lady Liberty's light has gone out.

Mayor, I'm sorry, but I'm
afraid you've run out of time.

AARON: Okay, let's go over
this again. Why did you escape?

The guy I shot was a contract killer.

His name is Ray Kinney. You
might know his brother, Lou.

Lou is the guy who tried to kill me,

the guy our mysterious hacker hired,

the guy you shot dead.

You've known this all along.

You've been sitting on this information.

Why the hell wouldn't
you say anything about it?

I'm wearing an ankle
bracelet under house arrest.

If I had told you the assassin's brother

was going to be gunning for you,

it's unlikely you
would have believed me.

- Who turned the lights out?
- I don't know.

Why did you go to the Russian Embassy?

That was personal, not business.

You're going to die in prison, Damian.

♪ ♪

I know you don't trust
me, Hannah, but think.

I stole a Federal vehicle

and managed to wrap it around
a pole in an empty street.

Did it ever cross your mind that
maybe I wanted you to find me?

♪ ♪

Why?

So that you'd know I
wasn't trying to escape.

I was protecting you.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Assuming that any of that is true,

how did Ray Kinney get my specs?

I may have an answer. We
dumped his burner phone.

He put in a call to Valeria
Poriskova. She could've hired him.

AARON: All right, so if Ray Kinney
was working for the Russians,

Lou Kinney must have been
working with them, as well.

What you're telling us is Russia
is responsible for the hacks.

No, Russia isn't.

That's not how I do the math.

The brothers weren't
working the same job.

Lou was hired by our anonymous hacker.

That's why I was a target,
because of what I know.

Ray wanted payback for
his brother's death.

Valeria hired him, kill
two birds with one stone.

Why would Valeria
Poriskova want me dead?

Do you really need to ask that question?

Why did you go to see her?

Can't tell you that, Hannah.

♪ ♪

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Mr. President.

What do you got, Mike?

Emily and Lyor were
seen leaving the meeting

with Minister Omono around 7:00 p. m.,

but their driver said they
never made it back to the car.

That doesn't make sense.
Where the hell are they?

Maybe they took the Metro.

There's still hundreds of
people trapped underground.

You honestly think that
two of my senior staff

spontaneously decided to take the subway

instead of their
chauffeur-driven Escalades?

Slightly more plausible
than alien abduction.

Keep looking, Mike.
I'm starting to worry.

Yes, sir.

[REPORTER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Half a roll of Mentos,

some allergy medicine, and lip balm.

I'll take some of those Mentos.

My battery's at 14%. We're
gonna need to use yours soon.

- No can do.
- Why not?

'Cause I checked mine
with building security

so it wouldn't have to go
through the metal detector.

You know, the radiation
degrades the phone's circuitry.

Great. I'm gonna die in a
metal coffin with a lunatic.

[CHUCKLES] Well, there's
nothing to be afraid of.

You won't even know you're dead.

Well, I'm not ready to check out yet.

No, of course not...
Too much to accomplish.

And you can accomplish much.

Hmm.

What?

You'd have to avoid scandal, of course,

which shouldn't be a problem for you.

You're fundamentally boring.

- Boring?!
- It's a good thing.

It means you're uncontroversial.

Plus you're educated, well-spoken.

Huh. You'd have to run for
lower office first, obviously.

Congress, a statehouse, you know, but...

Lyor, can you pretend like you know

how to have a conversation
with another human being?

I'm saying you could be President.

That's crazy.

No, it's not.

[LAUGHS]

You're the youngest
Chief of Staff in history.

You're the first female one.

You got more policy chops than
anyone with the exception of me.

You're mildly awkward,
but in an endearing way

that will actually draw voters to you.

I'm not awkward!

Judgy, though. That'd
we'd have to work on.

Lyor, you're being ridiculous.

Judgy.

Lyor, I don't want to be President.

Why not?

Because I'm just a kid from Akron.

♪ ♪

You're a lot of things, Emily.

But "just a kid from
Akron" isn't one of them.

[CRUNCHES]

[COINS RATTLE, MACHINE BEEPS]

Hey.

Hey!

How'd your meeting with the
S. E. C. Commissioner go?

Bad. He says he doesn't
want to politicize his job

by stepping in and
delaying the opening bell.

So blackouts and loan
defaults and rioting.

Oh, my.

What are you doing?

So, Em and I... It's our
six-month anniversary.

Oh. I-I thought you two were broken up.

Yeah, so did I, but I guess we weren't.

But we will be when she figures out

I forgot to get her something,
so I'm, uh, I'm improvising.

By getting her nutrition bars?

Yeah, she loves these.

Cranberry walnut, banana kale...
Low-glycemic, high in protein.

- [LAUGHING] Seth, are you mental?
- Sorry?

Well, these bars are for
people who count calories,

so you give them to Emily as
a gift, what's her takeaway?

Oh.

My point is she just needs to know

that you're thinking of her.

Well, of course I'm thinking of her.

I think about her all the time.

Good. So just get her something
that doesn't make her think

she should make a beeline
for the StairMaster.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

The unrest in parts of
Washington has worsened,

as the police have
mysteriously vanished,

leaving Federal vehicles
to patrol the streets

and an increasingly restive populace.

With D. C. police absent,

there are now worries of
an impending boiling point.

No, she didn't.

You pulled the police
back?! On whose authority?

Give us the room, please.

Mine, sir.

D.C. Metro answers to me.

We are trying to solve the same problem.

- We should be working together.
- Exactly.

But you're sending soldiers
into low-income neighbors.

I know these people.

Turning the District
into a militarized zone

will only inflame them.

They need to know that
they have someone in power

that they can trust.

If that can't be you,
then it has to be me.

I appreciate your insight,

but right now we both have
to deal with a circumstance

that we've been given,
and the only way I see

keeping a lid on this is
by invoking martial law.

So your soldiers aren't enough.

You're gonna impose a
curfew, suspend habeas corpus.

You'll restore order,
but at what cost, sir?

You'll be a dictator.

May I suggest you watch your tone,

and you better understand
that I will not tolerate

the loss of life or destruction
of property in my backyard!

I'm not asking you to, sir.
D. C. is all about local rule.

I can't be seen as if I'm
colluding with the Feds.

If you establish this
us-versus-them mentality,

I will never be able to govern here.

Well, from the looks of it,
you're not governing now.

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Pull your people back!

♪ ♪

I'll mobilize the entire force...

Off-duty and volunteer officers.

I'll pull in the Fire Department,

institute strategic road closures.

Give my people one hour...
One hour, Mr. President...

To see if they can put a lid on things.

And if they can't?

Then you lock down our city.

You've got one hour.

♪ ♪

Aaron!

What is it?

The hack in the power
grid, Turing's birth date...

Maybe it's a call and response.

What are you talking about?

Alan Turing's death date... 06071954.

If I'm right, it could
unlock a binary polynomial

in the power grid's O.S.,

allowing us to extract the polluted code

that shut the power grid
down, reboot the system,

restore the status quo.

Try that.

This is Chuck Russink.

Get me the electric
company's chief engineer.

[HORNS HONKING]

[DOOR OPENS]

- Mr. President.
- Thank you.

Mr. President, I'm sorry I'm so late.

The traffic lights are out.

Completely understand.

I want to thank you for getting
here on such short notice.

Please.

I have to be honest,
I'm a little confused

by your country's reluctance

to extend the due
date for your T-Bonds.

But, of course, that's your choice.

But given the circumstances
in the District tonight,

I was hoping, without offending you,

if I could make a personal plea.

There's no need, Mr. President.

Your brother already persuaded me.

My brother?

Yes. I've known Trey for a long time.

His company did a public
offering on the Nikkei

a few years ago when I was a regulator.

I trust him.

So when he reached out to
me, he made a good point.

Which was?

That by extending the bonds,

my country wasn't
betting on your economy.

It was betting on you.

I see.

Trey told me that Tom Kirkman

is someone who has faced long odds

and come through every time,

someone whose word is his bond.

And we agree.

Minister Omono, I am honored.

Thank you.

Mr. President.

Let me show you out.

♪ ♪

Sir.

Sir.

The Mayor needs you.

Okay.

These videos were taken
just a few minutes ago,

showing widespread chaos
in the nation's Capital,

with District police nowhere to be seen.

We failed, sir.

So calm has not been restored?

No, sir.

The police are doing
everything they can,

but looting is spreading,
and I fear riots.

Mayor, you did the best you could.

Unfortunately, I don't see
an alternative to martial law.

Yes, but it's an indictment of the city.

It's an indictment of the residents.

And if we don't rebuild trust,

I don't think my community
will soon recover.

I-I'm sorry. You just
said "my community."

Am I to understand that you
actually live in Bellevue?

Yes, sir, I do.

So it really is your community.

Perhaps that's all we need to do...

Remind people of that,
that it's their community.

Sir?

Mike, could you protect
the Mayor and me?

- Sir, if you intend to...
- I understand your concerns,

but right now I need
your honest evaluation.

We'd need to send out advance teams,

vet the locations, but
we could sanitize things.

Thank you.

Mayor, you up for some
old-fashioned retail politics?

[CHUCKLES]

Lead on, Mr. President.

Good.

TOM: This shelter will be providing
water, blankets, and baby food.

DARBY: And this location
will be restocked

until the power's been restored.

MAN: Get the damn lights back on!

I promise you, sir, we're working on it.

There are 680,000
people in this District.

And do you know what
I told the President

about each one of them?

That there's no city in the country

whose residents are more proud.

And do you know what he told me?

As a city, we're simply neighbors,

neighbors who support each
other, pull for each other,

and no one knows this
more than Mayor Darby

because she doesn't just
represent this community.

She's a member of it. She lives here.

[SCATTERED CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

And as long as you
have each other's backs,

the President and I can
promise you one thing.

We'll have yours.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

And that's not just politics as usual.

It's common sense.

We all need each other to work together

to make our home better,
and this is our home,

and I'm not leaving and neither is she.

So we'll make you a deal.

We'll roll up our sleeves if you will.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Can I have another Mento?

No.

[SIGHS] Fine.

Oh, just the African
violet ones, please.

You mean purple?

No, the African violet.

[SIGHS] Why are you such a
pain in the ass about everything?

- You mean precise?
- I mean annoying.

[CHUCKLES]

When I was 10, I did a
project on Ancient Greece.

I researched it for months.

I learned conversational
Greek, actually.

And my work culminated in a
scale model of the Acropolis,

right down to the number
of steps on the Parthenon.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

And I showed my dad.

He was this famous antiquities scholar,

and he spent hours
silently examining it.

And then you know what he said?

"My kid's a freaking genius"?

He said that I had confused
the lonic architecture

of the columns with the Doric style,

thus rendering my project a
"largely inaccurate facsimile."

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

That was the nicest
thing he ever said to me.

It was his idea of a compliment.

[SCOFFS]

That his 10-year-old son

was only guilty of
being largely inaccurate.

[SIGHS]

So when I ask you for that color Mento,

it's not purple...

or amaranth or magenta.

♪ ♪

It's African violet.

♪ ♪

[WRAPPER CRINKLES]

One African violet Mento

for my good friend Lyor.

♪ ♪

Well, not after you've touched it.

Oh, thank God.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Congratulations, Mayor.

Thank you, Mr. President, thank you.

Great job.

We got our lights!

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

KENDRA: They did it. They won them back.

Can you believe that
this is actually working?

Yep.

Mos' def.

Yeah. Me, too.

♪ ♪

Me, too.

♪ ♪

Good morning. The blackout
that affected our city

is now over, thanks in large part

to the incredible cooperation

between local and Federal governments.

Now, I have to say, through
last night's experience,

I think I have learned

how to add a little light
to my Administration.

We are all too well aware

of the tragic and
treasonous circumstances

that surrounded Vice
President Peter MacLeish.

Those circumstances left me uncertain

about how to fill that role.

I wanted someone with
clarity of thought,

someone who had a sense of purpose,

someone who would speak their mind

and challenge me to
become a better leader,

someone who understood
that there is a time

when principled opposition

needs to give way for the greater good.

And to be honest,

I did not think that I
would find that candidate.

But I was wrong.

So it is with great pleasure and pride

that I introduce to you my nominee

for Vice President of the
United States of America,

Mayor Ellenor Darby.

[APPLAUSE]

A bad day with a good ending.

Yep.

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

Hey, uh, speaking of a good ending,

I, uh... I got you something.

What?

I know you thought that I forget
our anniversary, but, um...

- [RUSTLING]
- I didn't.

Um...

Tickets to Bon Iver,
"Carmen," the menu for Minibar.

These are all things that
we missed because of work.

Except I didn't miss any of them.

I heard every song with
you, shared every dish.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[LAUGHS] Really?

Really.

Mr. Speaker, I'm glad you share
our enthusiasm for Mayor Darby.

Thank you. Okay, goodbye.

Sir, I have your brother.

Please send him in.

You look like hell.

You should see what I
look like after a busy day.

Well, here's the good
news... When this gig's done,

you'll be highly employable.

Trey, you lied to me.

Fine. Somewhat employable.

I know you weren't fired. You quit.

I talked to the managing
director at Braniff Securities.

I wanted to be here, Tom.

With you and the kids,

and if I said I was
quitting to move down here...

I'd have talked you out of it.

Exactly, 'cause you're my big brother.

Here's the thing...

It can't just be you
looking out for me anymore.

I want to pitch in.

You already have.

Thank you for what you said
to the Japanese Minister.

I'm sorry, I...

I'm just not used to
you looking out for me.

I know. But think of it this way...

Door swings both ways.

I babysit Penny, you bail
me out of a Turkish prison.

[LAUGHS]

That would be an abuse of this office.

Thai prison?

[LAUGHS]

Let's eat.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I don't like being summoned.

Then I'll keep it brief.

I know you tried to have me killed,

and I know Damian came to see you,

and I will find out why.

It was about you.

He asked me not to kill you.

But I don't listen to Damian.

No, but you should listen to me.

If you ever try to take me
out again, you better not miss.

Because I won't.

♪ ♪

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