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Previously on The Event...

Sophia, she's bringing all of our people here.

It means genocide for humans.

They're looking for some kind of weapon.

You need to get word out. We have to stop her.

Ugh! Give me the phone! [Objects clattering]

- Sean. - Leila?

Someone outside of our group might be able to stop Sophia.

That someone is you. As long as I'm alive,

I'm gonna do whatever it takes to stop you.

I would expect no less.

[Gunshot]

We will find you...

And we will punish you for what you have done.

It was Martinez's actions that escalated the conflict.

You and me working together?

What exactly are you talking about?

Martinez won't listen to reason, not from you,

not from anyone.

So we are left with a more permanent solution.

It will be clean... untraceable.

Follow my instructions, and by this time tomorrow,

you'll be leader of the free world.

Good morning, Mr. President.

[Speaking Russian]

[Man shouting in Russian]

Halt! [Thud]

Everybody out.

Open it.

[Clunk, air hissing]

[Cracking]

[Snap]

- Morning, vice. - General.

All: Good morning, Mr. President.

Good morning, everyone.

Uh, all right, looks like we have a full plate here.

Let's get started. Coffee, sir?

Please.

We've established a task force

to look into the evidence left behind by Herbert Mills,

the sleeper who committed suicide.

Do we know any more about what he was doing?

No, not yet.

Unfortunately, all we had to go on

was water from melted ice core samples

left in an industrial microwave.

I'm aware of that. Do you know where

the ice core samples originated yet?

Analysis revealed microscopic sediments in the water

found only in the Northwestern part of Siberia.

Siberia?

What relevance that may have is unclear.

Unclear won't cut it, Blake.

He killed himself

so we couldn't find out what he was doing.

This is significant,

which, chances are, it'll bring us back to Sophia.

Were there any trace elements in these samples?

Any signs of radioactivity?

No. Not that we could detect.

Unfortunately, it'll be another 24 to 48 hours

before any further testing results can come back.

Can we cut 48 hours down to 24?

I'm sorry, sir, but that's what I'm told.

General, where's NASA stand on this?

I think they're in place.

They're the ones doing the testing,

so hopefully, we'll get word.

Okay, so... I can work with that.

Right.

All right, let's check

with the Russian intelligence service,

see if we can get any cooperation finding out

what might be of interest to Sophia in Northwestern Siberia.

I'll make a discreet inquiry.

Next on the agenda-- H.R. 9036.

Richard, I thought this was a done deal.

How does a slam dunk turn so quickly

into a liability the House now wants to kill?

The latest unemployment figures just came out.

Trade agreement, sir-- suddenly not so popular.

There were a few defectors,

but I still think we can salvage it.

I want names,

specific congressmen I'll have to talk to.

I don't want to go into another vote not knowing...

[Slurring]

Let's take five... [Speaking gibberish]

[Speaking gibberish]

Ah...

[Groans]

- Oh! Mr. President! - Are you all right,

Mr. President?

[Overlapping shouting]

[Suspenseful music]

♪ The Event 1x18 ♪ Strain Original Air Date on April 25, 2011

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We have the President,

46-year-old male

with no significant past medical history.

On arrival, we found him with decreased responsiveness.

He has a G.C.S. of 11.

He's 230 over 110, heart rate 70.

All right, get two large-bore I.V.s.

Elevate the head of his bed.

Call the scanner. Get him in stat.

I want you to give 20 of labetalol.

Recycle the pressures every five minutes.

Sir, what's your name? [Muffled] Elias.

Sir, squeeze my hand.

Squeeze with your other hand.

Spoon the ambassador onto the speaker.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Do not cancel anything

that does not directly require the President's signature,

smile, or person.

It's imperative that the public knows that this government

can run while he's down.

- How is he? - Not good.

The C.T. scan shows bleeding in his brain.

The President has suffered a stroke.

Our main concern right now

is controlling the intracranial pressure.

But if we can't control the bleeding by other means,

we may have to go in and clip the vessel.

Surgery?

The President had a physical a month ago.

He was in perfect health.

It's an improbable case, statistically and otherwise.

We're doing our best.

If you'll excuse me, I should get back to him.

Of course.

[Woman speaking indistinctly on PA]

[Monitor beeping]

Mr. President.

Blake?

Yes, sir.

Come close.

Is Christina here?

She's on her way, five minutes out.

Oh. What do the doctors say?

They're cautiously optimistic.

I can barely see you,

and I know you're lying.

Whatever happens...

you can't let Jarvis ascend to the Presidency.

I know. Let's take things one step at a time.

He did this, Blake.

How?

Elias.

I saw...

in the room, before I went down,

I looked in his eye.

He's behind this.

I don't know how,

but that man does not take the oath.

Do you understand? I understand.

- Blake... - I understand.

I understand.

- Raymond. - Christina.

- How is he? - [Stammers]

We don't know yet, but it's-- but it's bad, Christina.

How did this happen? He was fine this morning?

Well, strokes like this, they're very unpredictable.

I need to see him.

Is he--

If anyone's gonna make it through this,

it's Eli.

He's the strongest, most willful man

I have ever met in my life.

And if he wants to live...

Whatever happens...

I want you to know that that man is a hero to me.

Thank you, Raymond.

Gi--give me a minute.

[Coughs]

[Vomiting]

[Clears throat]

[Camera shutters clicking]

Blake...

Blake. We need to talk.

Walk with me.

We need to set a meeting with Jarvis

and the heads of the Executive Department.

Why would we do that?

To talk about invoking Section 4.

I think that's premature.

He may not make it, Blake.

Well, I just left his side, and he's still conscious.

For how long? There's a strict protocol here.

The 25th Amendment clearly states

that in the event that the President becomes incapacitated,

the cabinet must appoint the V.P. to acting President--

I've read the damn constitution.

Look, we cannot let the Vice President take office.

It's not up to us.

The country needs continuity of leadership.

Jarvis may be responsible for what's happened

to the President. Excuse me?

That's what Martinez just told me.

I'm inclined to believe him.

But he had a stroke. We were both there.

He thinks Jarvis did something to cause it.

He's experiencing brain trauma.

Clearly, he's not thinking.

You don't know all the facts...

There are things the President and I know about Jarvis,

about what he's capable of.

What things?

If you want me to help you,

you have to tell me what you know.

This isn't the first time

Jarvis has attempted to eliminate the President.

Obviously, we covered it up,

but I know you were made aware of the attempt

on the President's life at Coral Gables.

The perpetrators had help from the inside.

- You think Jarvis was involved? - Oh, I know he was.

He confessed.

You have to help me stop this succession

before we end up putting a murderer in the White House.

To take him down, you would need irrefutable proof

that he's responsible for the President's condition.

I can get it.

I just need time.

For those of you just tuning in,

we are outside Bethesda Hospital,

where President Martinez was rushed earlier this morning,

uh, for undisclosed reasons.

We have learned from anonymous sources

within the White House...

Seems there's reason to celebrate.

Everything's going according to your plan.

Don't.

There's no need to be callous.

I take no joy in seeing this man fall,

nor should you.

Aaron reported back from Murmansk.

They've recovered the weapon.

And are we prepared on this end?

We're close. We'll be ready in time.

Good. Thank you for letting me know.

Why isn't Michael helping you with this?

I tried calling him. He hasn't called me back.

Must have gotten held up.

Sophia, once the weapon is in our hands,

how are we gonna deliver it on the scale we need?

Once Jarvis is in power, he'll help me.

He just doesn't know it yet.

Sean, they want to take over.

My father's people.

They're looking for some kind of weapon in Siberia

near a place called Murmansk.

I also have a woman's name-- Irina Bogdanov.

She may be involved. I don't know anything else.

I just--

Give me this.

Ah!

Where did you get this? Leila, talk to me!

I know what Sophia's trying to do!

Who did you call? What did you tell them?

How could you be a part of this?

I'm part of this because I'm trying to save our people.

I don't know what kind of damage you may have just caused,

but if Sophia finds out, I won't be able to protect you.

I don't want your protection.

Who did you call?

Who did you call? Sean.

[Breathing heavily]

What did you tell him?

Leila, this is very important.

- How much did you tell him? - I told him everything--

what you're looking for in Siberia,

what Sophia is trying to do and take over--

- She took my phone, Michael! - No, Luis, it's all right.

She made a call to the outside.

No, no, she was just calling her boyfriend.

She called 911, and when I found out,

she attacked me! No, no, it's okay.

Michael, this is a serious breach.

She could have told them who we are, where we are.

We need to take her to Sophia now.

- That's not necessary. - Michael...

The government learns of our location,

we are as good as dead-- you know that!

[Breathing heavily]

Sophia needs to know what happened.

You know that.

I know.

I'm sorry, Michael. I really am.

But the truth is you should have never brought her here.

Well, there's nothing we can do about it now.

What's done is done. Grab his legs.

[Train horn blares]

I know we can't trust what Dempsey told us,

but I do trust Leila,

and she confirmed his story.

If there's even a chance of us stopping Sophia

and her people from getting this weapon--

Leila didn't give you anything actionable.

What, the name of some woman? Irina Bogdanov.

She also told me the weapon was somewhere near Murmansk.

[Scoffs]

Do you have any idea how cold it is

in western Siberia this time of year?

Ten-- think ten degrees.

I'm not freezing my ass off

just 'cause some delusional old man

thinks the world's coming to an end.

When we came to France,

we had even less to go on, didn't we?

And look what we were able to accomplish.

All right.

All right what?

Nonterrestrials, weapons of mass destruction--

count me in.

I'll help you.

You will?

Yes.

Why?

Don't try to analyze me, Sean.

Just take "yes" as an answer.

[Conductor speaking french] [Computer beeps]

Oh, finally!

- What, you found her? - Oh, not exactly.

I've been searching passport databases

and passenger manifests.

Problem is...

Irina Bogdanov isn't the name of a woman.

"Europol customs port of call declaration."

It's the name of a ship.

Currently docked at the port of Murmansk.

[Ship horn blows]

The subject is surprisingly intact...

even after nearly 93 years...

Due, most likely,

to the, uh, preservation in the permafrost.

Ready now to expose...

The organs.

The men are worried.

The job has risks that were not fully disclosed.

As long as they stay out of the clean room,

your men are perfectly safe.

Money would be more convincing than words.

You don't like the job, then quit.

You're not getting more money.

Now, go get me another pack of smokes.

I'm out.

The lungs are magnificent.

I think we'll have

very good results.

His epithelium are enlarged,

and the primary bronchi

appear to be filled with mucus or...

or some kind of liquid.

[Ship horn blows]

[Muttering]

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Oh...Oh...

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

I need to get out! I've cut my suit.

I need you to let me out. I'm sorry, Doctor.

Please. Please.

It's gonna be all right. I know what I'm doing.

Please! Open the door! Please!

[Pounding on door]

Open the door. [Hinges squeaking]

He started exhibiting intracranial hypertension,

and the pressure increased to the point

that he lost consciousness.

Once the swelling goes down, will he wake up?

It's possible.

But if cerebral profusion--

uh, his circulation is compromised--

there is still the risk of ischemia.

- Another stroke. - Yes, ma'am.

We should know fairly soon

if he's responding to the treatment.

I know how difficult this is.

But you should prepare yourself, Mrs. Martinez.

If we don't see

a marked improvement in his I.C.P.,

we will need to discuss his wishes for--

Please.

[Sniffles]

Mm-mm.

Elias...

I don't know if you can hear me,

but I'm right here.

I know you're suffering.

I know how powerless you must feel right now.

Please fight.

[Whispering] I love you.

I love you so much.

I checked Jarvis' movements this morning.

Everywhere he went inside the White House

before and after the President's collapse.

Were you able to find anything suspicious?

Yeah, maybe.

He arrived at the morning briefing

in the situation room early.

He was there already when the rest of us came in.

Yeah. I pulled up the surveillance footage

from before we got there.

There.

He goes to the coffee cart.

Hey, what's he doing?

It's got to be the coffee.

He must have spiked it in some way.

With some kind of poison,

something that would give the President a stroke?

Jarvis knows our morning routine.

He could easily have spiked the President's cup.

Maybe. But you'll need more than pictures

of the Vice President's back to convince anyone of it.

[Knock at door]

I thought I asked not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry, but it's not for you, Director Sterling.

Mr. Peel--the Vice President is looking for him

and says it's urgent.

My apologies for the interruption.

It's not a problem, Mr. Vice President.

How can I help you?

Of all my duties as Vice President,

this is the most unenviable one.

But as much as it pains me to do so,

I am bound.

I have notified the President Pro Tem of the Senate

and the Speaker of the House

that this communication is coming.

It's a written declaration...

asking the President's Cabinet to enact

Section 4 of the 25th Amendment--

the succession protocol.

I truly wish it wasn't necessary,

but it is my responsibility to assure that the continuity

of our great democracy be maintained.

"Our great democracy."

Indeed.

Mr. Peel, would you please gather the Cabinet

for the signing of the declaration...

As soon as possible?

The Secretary of State

is on her way back from the Middle East.

She cut her trip short.

She'll be landing in a couple of hours.

Well, we'll convene as soon as she gets here.

I just want you both to know that I don't, uh...

I don't feel I'll be able to fill

Elias' shoes.

I only wish I can tread capably in the path

he's already set for us.

The Secretary of State-- she's already landed.

I briefed her myself on the President's condition.

I know. I just bought us a couple of hours.

But that's it.

We either find something on Jarvis now,

or that man is gonna be the next President of the United States.

Well, I appreciate your call, but I'll have to call you back.

Mr. Vice President,

I have Prime Minister Wilheim on the phone,

and the Russian premier just called before that.

Tell everyone I'm busy.

I don't want to be disturbed.

Yes, Mr. Vice President.

I'm sorry, Mr. Prime Minister. The Vice President...

[Cell phone ringing]

- What do you want? - Mr. Vice President...

I've been watching the news all morning.

Why hasn't Presidential authority

been turned over to you yet?

Because the President isn't dead.

I had to petition the Cabinet

to appoint me acting President.

Then I had to wait for them to ratify me,

none of which would have been necessary

had the powder you given me worked.

Just be calm.

The poison's working exactly as it's designed to--

taking its toll on the President slowly.

I just want this over.

Just be patient.

In the next few hours,

President Martinez will lapse into a coma.

Shortly after that, he will die.

And you'll be the next President of your country.

- Did you see that? - What?

[Mouse clicks]

[Mouse clicks] Watch the Vice President.

Look what he does with his hand.

He took the President's sweetener packet off the table.

The packet must have contained the poison,

so he removed the evidence.

We'll need more than surveillance footage

to convince the rest of the President's Cabinet

of any wrongdoing. We need undeniable proof.

When the President dies, they will do an autopsy.

Are you sure they won't be able to detect

what really happened?

We're sure.

The poison is designed to metabolize quickly

in the system.

Once it does so, there'll be no trace of it left behind.

Well, you better be right,

because I'm the one on the line here, not you.

As long as the sweetener packet was removed,

there'll be no proof.

We may have a problem.

Why? What is it?

When the President collapsed, his coffee spilled.

The coffee's laced with poison.

What are you doing? What do you mean?

We were told to clean the room. By who?

I was just following orders. Is there some kind of problem?

[Vacuum whirring]

[Grunting]

Clean up the blood.

Make sure there's nothing outside the house.

We have to run! We have to get out of here!

We're not going anywhere. I'll take care of it.

Thank you...

For being on my side.

I'm not.

Leila, you are not one of them.

We're your people now, not Sean, not anyone else.

I know you can't fully accept that right now,

but you have to try,

because any more calls to the outside,

any more attempts on your part to escape

will get us both killed.

Now clean up the blood. We're wasting time.

[Knock at door]

Michael...

It's Sophia.

Is that you?

[Knock at door]

Leila.

- Hi. - Hello.

Is your father here?

Um...

Yeah. But, uh...

I think he's sleeping.

Wake him up for me.

He said he doesn't want to be disturbed.

Wake him up, or I will.

Why, is something wrong? I--

Sophia--

Michael.

Sophia.

Dad...

I didn't hear you come down.

Couldn't sleep.

- Is everything okay? - Can we talk outside?

Sure.

Thank you, Leila.

Yeah.

Have you seen Luis?

No, not since last night.

He's not answering his phone.

Can you track him down for me?

Of course. Yeah.

Good.

My Russian isn't quite what it used to be,

but I'm pretty sure that's our ship.

Security's heavy. The other piers didn't have any.

Eight guards total, AK-47s--

quarter-mile stretch.

[Sighs] Completely surrounded.

On land.

As far as I can see,

they don't have anybody in the water.

We can do it.

We just have to wait for them to get out of our eyeline.

What?

Everything you've done up till now

has been for money or family.

Why are you here?

Why are you helping me?

Let me ask you a question, Sean.

Why do you think I'm here?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I-I don't understand you at all.

That's right. You don't.

Let's move.

Excuse me. We need your boat.

[Ship horn blares]

Where the hell is the crew?

You ready?

Vicky, don't, don't, don't!

I think there's something inside.

What?

What the hell happened to them?

Only one way to find out.

[Gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

I can't tell how old the uniform is,

but he was a soldier.

They cracked his chest open.

Why?

To get to his lungs.

They're missing.

[Distant thudding]

We're not alone.

Don't move!

Tell us what happening? I don't understand!

Get him up.

[Speaking Russian]

- Start talking! - I wasn't here!

Do you know what they were doing?

We were just hired for the job few days,

and that's it. I don't know anything!

- He's lying. - Of course he's lying.

- No, I'm not lying! - Put him inside.

Get the door. No! No! No!

No! No, they said it was the flu--

Spanish flu.

What the hell are you talking about?

Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I.

That's where the uniform is from.

- Yes. - The body?

The soldier was very deep in the ice,

and the virus was alive in him.

That's all I know. That's the weapon.

The lungs are missing! Where are they?

- Huh? - I don't know.

- He's wasting our time. - I don't know.

They must be on the way to the airport

with a courier. What's the courier's name?

Tell me! All I know...

On the phone, American called him Alex

when he was giving him flight information.

Which is what? What's the flight information?

Flight 38, Air Moscow.

- To where? - I don't know.

What was the courier's destination?

I don't know what city!

But he's bringing infected tissue to your country.

- Is everyone here? - Almost, sir.

Shouldn't be long. Very good.

Where have you been?

I pulled a sample of the carpet

from the situation room, had it sent to the FBI lab.

And?

It's useless.

The fibers were too contaminated with the cleaning solution.

I'm sorry, Blake, but I have to begin the proceedings.

They need to know who they're putting into office.

I want to present the evidence to them.

What evidence? The obscured security footage?

The statements the President made

while suffering the effects of a stroke?

If nothing else, it could hold this off long enough

for him to recover. If you go in there

with anything less than a smoking gun,

you'll look like a lunatic.

Jarvis will sideline you,

and he will keep you from ever proving it.

I can't just forget about this.

I'm not asking you to.

But for now, you're gonna have to play along.

If you can't do that, then don't go in that room.

I have been informed that the President's condition

continues to deteriorate.

Given that he is incapacitated

and unable to discharge the duties of the office,

we must proceed.

Pursuant to Section 4 of the 25th Amendment

we must achieve a majority vote

to officially appoint Raymond Jarvis

as acting President.

If there are no objections,

I'll commence the vote.

Secretary of Defense,

Watkins.

Aye.

Secretary of the Treasury,

Sassen. Aye.

Secretary of the Interior, Wilson.

Aye.

Secretary of State, Carrol.

Aye.

Director of National Intelligence,

Sterling.

Director Sterling.

Aye.

[Monitor beeping]

[Groans] [Beeping quickens]

Elias!

Elias! Help! Somebody, please help him!

Oh, no!

[Sobbing]

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