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Something happened that last week.

- He seemed burdened.
- He was the president.

And he was in my office

stumbling around drunk in his bathrobe.

Take me through wildcat's
day. Anything irregular?

He got out of his bathrobe

for the first time in a week.

Spent the morning making pasta.

And that's it?

Coffee with Sinatra in the afternoon.

You know who made her
daily happy hour appearance.

Kid bailed on him for dinner.

I ghosted him yesterday.

I told him that I wished he was dead.

- How's your dad?
- Still just a light touch of dementia.

Cal! Where's my son?

That's why we're sending
these four brave explorers

into the unknown.

It's not what we thought. There's life.

And I've done some things
I think might have to do

- with what happened to our guy.
- What things, man?

Look, tomorrow, I'll tell you
everything. I swear to god.

You think you're the only killer

I brought down here just in case?

You gonna send somebody for me?

You better make sure it's the
biggest motherfucker you got.

"I had a dream, which
was not all a dream.

"The bright sun was extinguished

"and the stars did wander,
darkling in the eternal space.

"And all hearts were chilled

into a selfish prayer for light."

You want your mix back, sir?

Nah, you can keep it.
I just like making 'em.

Thank you.

Hey!

What took you so long?

Your pilot, your jet. You tell me.

Have you watched this guy play?

- Tiger Woods?
- Yeah.

Everyone watches him play.

That father did a hell of a job with him.

It's possible the kid had
some natural talent, too.

Anything's possible.

- Make you a drink?
- It's 11:00 A.M.

And happy hour somewhere.

Oklahoma project didn't
find a drop of goddamn oil.

It happens.

I am more bullish on north Dakota

and the bakken shale.

I am told that you have
barely been to the fields.

Got your little birdies
delivering you intel?

I'm leaving the business, dad.

Drilling and hydro-fracturing
were never my speed.

I want something simpler.

I wanna teach high school.

Boy.

No.

No, no, no.

Over my dead, corroded body, Cal.

I will give you one thing,
you are a shit oil man.

And that is why you're going into politics.

You'll begin in Kentucky, of course.

Our last name alone could get a horse

with a speech impediment
elected in Kentucky.

Now, you can either run
as a democrat for the senate

or a republican for governor.

Either way, once you've
served a couple of terms,

we can begin to position
you for better things.

I'm not a teenager anymore.

- You don't control me...
- enough!

This is what's happening, Cal.

You are going to have
a life, and a big one,

and one that does not include
teaching dipshit 9th graders

catcher in the rye year after year.

Now, you come from a long line of men

who have lived big lives,

men who have made this world

more or less with their bare hands.

And I am not going to
watch you piss all that away!

When you leave this life,
you're going to goddamn exit it

with some pride in
your accomplishments,

even if I have to drag you

kicking and screaming
to those accomplishments!

Now, you will thank me one day.

And even if you don't, your
future children certainly will.

Unlike you, they might just be grateful

for that Bradford name.

You look nice. Grown up.

And you look like you're
pretending to be an agent.

They just put me on
leave. I'm still an agent.

- Where's your brother?
- He's next door at Carl's with, you know.

Ready? Go!

- Yeah.
- There we go. This way.

Good, good.

- She really listens to you.
- James.

Xavier, James just wanted to
come over and play with Lucy.

- Just a little longer?
- Now, son.

- Get your jacket, come on.
- It's okay, James.

It's a crazy day today at the tower.

I gotta get moving myself.

- You gotta be more careful, Carl.
- Come on!

The no pets rule is pretty clear.

I know. I know. I just...

Come on! Bring it back. Come on!

Look how much they love each other.

Expecting a 10-year-old
to keep your secret

is a real leap of faith.

That street lamp they're working on?

That light was not out last night.

How easy would it be for
them to put a camera in there?

Come on, Xavier, that's
a little paranoid, isn't it?

Is it?

Just be more careful.

You're right. I will be.

I owe you, Xavier.
Anything you ever need.

You know, cut your
lawn, trim your hedges,

sourdough starter for
life, you just say the word.

Thanks, Carl.

Tower?

This is Ava with event logistics.

Is there any way we can
bring in some cloud cover?

This isn't spring break. We need somber.

Copy that.

Let's try this one.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Tower out.

When I was little, my dad would always

invite me into his office
at the end of the day to

to, to play a little golf.

Turned out, much to his chagrin,

I, I wasn't exactly the next Tiger Woods.

He used to say putting
was his happy place,

that his head would
clear, and that all the stress

and the pressure would just fade away.

And I'm sure he needed golf
down here more than ever.

I mean, you know, let's face it, he was

he was unraveling those last few weeks.

You know, some of you
might have even seen him

running around in his bathrobe.

Yeah, those...

Those last days were rough.

My dude, I got rocky III queued up,

not to mention some
popcorn and some bourbon.

Little clubber lang, some Mr. T?

We can skip right to eye
of the tiger. It's the best.

The hero at his lowest
point gets his shit together

and he kicks in some balls, you'll love it.

- What do you say?
- I'd say your taste in movies

is as dated as your taste in music.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
save it for my biography.

Come on.

Watch a classic with your old man.

That biography, that

that pretty much writes itself, no?

Part one, an alcoholic
daddy's boy wakes up at age 42

and decides he wants to be president.

Okay, spare me the whole
righteous teenage shtick, will you?

Part two, following the
collapse of civilization, he,

he hunkers down in his mansion

playing pebble beach in a golf simulator

while a bunch of gazillionaires
stick their hands up his ass

- to make his mouth move.
- Jeremy.

Get off me!

Keep your friggin'
hands to yourself, junior!

Hey!

- What's going on? Dad.
- It's just

I was just trying to get

- okay, alright, it's alright.
- I'm sorry, sir.

We got an alert he'd left the guest house.

- We found him at the neighbors.
- Okay, I wanna go to my study!

- He will not let me go to my study!
- Okay, alright.

It's my study, dad. You live in
the guest house, remember?

- How did he get out?
- I have no idea.

Grandpa, I'll... I'll show
you to the study, yeah?

- I just wanna get my book.
- Okay.

Sniper here won't let me go to my study.

Son of a bitch.

It's probably time we start thinking about

- putting a child lock...
- no, no, no. Not yet, man.

- Just thought if we...
- not yet.

Yes, sir.

No, Jeremy. My name's Jeremy.

Not Cal.

That's what Cal named
his boy. "Jeremy."

Such a limp, ineffectual name.

That... that's a kind of name for a fop,

a fool, or a physicist.

Not according to Pearl jam, dad.

That's where I put it.

Okay, dad, you can't leave the grounds.

Are you listening?
Without telling someone.

You were always weak.

That's why the sniper had to do it.

Why do you keep calling
him that? It's agent pace.

And these agents aren't your
babysitters, you understand?

You thought they were
all lost at sea, those four.

And they did it right
under your nose, too.

You... you know, you were

never the sharpest tool in the shed, kid.

Okay, why don't we get
you back to your place?

Not my president.

- Not mine either.
- Hey, don't be like that.

Hey!

I don't know what I did to piss you off.

You never stood up.
You never fought back.

You knew what was coming
and you kept it to yourself.

That makes you complicit.

Okay.

You know, I-I-I really...
I can't wait to see

how you hide from yourself
when the liquor finally runs out.

I wish you'd died with
the rest of the world.

Yeah.

Yeah, the man loved his golf.

Hey there, Collins-es.

Jane.

Have you seen Billy today?
He hasn't answered my texts.

Weird, I've been trying
to get a hold of him, too.

Hey, pres, can you take
James to Carl's, please?

- Come on, booger.
- Takes one to know one.

You're still a booger.

Something's not right. Let's go find Billy.

Collins.

Can we have a quick word?

It's about Cal.

Jane, give us a minute, would you?

The crime scene.

I sent the DNA samples to the lab

for testing a few days ago.

The samples never arrived at the lab.

Delayed or lost?

The samples never arrived.

And who is the one person with the power
to get in the way of something like that?

Look, Collins, I'm big enough
to admit that you had a point.

But you and me...

Is about as wide as my
circle of trust goes right now.

Well, you were dating the murder victim,

so my circle of trust is
staying put for right now.

What are you thinking about?

My old man had a bad episode today.

You know, my dad was
one of the first people

that Samantha recruited
to help build this place?

He had the subsurface
geologic experience.

He knew how to find seams in the earth.

But his biggest contribution was me.

His hand-picked man in charge

who could open up all of lady
Liberty's precious resources

for whatever she needed.

Can I ask you a question?

Did you vote for me?

No.

You came off like the spoiled
moron son of a billionaire.

Don't you dare.

Wow.

Cal, can I be honest with you?

That was sugarcoated?

No matter what your
father did to get you here,

you have shouldered
an unimaginable burden.

This is still your presidency.

You can make of it whatever you want.

So, you're saying if you could do it again,

you would vote for me?

I am saying

that I have since
discovered you have certain...

Practices and policies I quite enjoy.

I wonder what those are.

Hey, does my dad
have a nickname for you?

- A nickname?
- Yeah.

Other than the
occasional condescending

"sweetheart" or "darling," no.

No nickname. Why?

He's been calling pace a
nickname for a while... "sniper."

I don't know, it's weird.

Yeah.

It's hard to be a sniper in
a world without real guns.

God, I miss it.

Yeah? What's that?

Guns.

The weight of them, you know?

- Okay.
- Not just some orange rubber taser.

You really think people this powerful

would actually leave
themselves defenseless?

What are you talking about?

Yeah, I can't really talk about it.

Cal, I'm the special agent in charge.

If there are guns down here,
I need to know about them.

- I got some work to do.
- Wait, Cal.

The aquifer's acting up or some shit.

Are you fucking serious right now?

This is still an illicit affair.

Cal, you do realize that... that this is...

You...

This is more for me.

You know that, right?

I can't do this right now.

Billy!

- Hey, man, you in there?
- Billy?

Billy, man, you there?

Billy?

Hey.

No, no, no, Billy.

- Jane.
- My god.

No, Jane. Jane, he's gone.

- No! Billy, no!
- Listen, please...

Yeah, I'm, a... agent Collins.

It's.

I'm at the home of agent Billy pace.

H

Agent down.

H

He's dead.

I... I don't understand.

I was with him last night.
He... he was maybe a little off,

but... I don't know, not really himself.

But he brought me a sparkler.

I'm so sorry, Jane.

I mean, we argued a tiny bit,
but I don't think that that would

god, why did he do this?

"Sniper."

"Lost at sea." What the
fuck does that mean?

Restricted access?

I've got top fucking presidential
clearance, motherfucker.

The fuck...?

As you can see, there's nothing left.

Radiation levels are still very high.

We're taking a big risk
being exposed this long.

Are you there? Did you hear what I said?

We found someone. A woman.

Where did she come from?

We don't know. She can only speak

I think it's creole,

but maybe someone
from the city can translate?

I need you to keep her there

until I can speak to the others.

We can't leave her out here.

We're bringing her back.

You're not to do that, do you understand?

That is final!

- I found them.
- And?

It's like you said. They
got someone with 'em.

They're coming back here?

Yeah. Less than a day away.

Then you need to do what we discussed.

Agent pace, take them out.

That's an order. If you can't comply,

I'll find someone who will,
but don't bother coming back.

- Hello there.
- Your honor.

I mean, not... not your honor.

What is... what is it?

- Mr. President!
- Cal is fine.

If I wanted to make a
mix tape, is that possible?

Yeah, yes, we have the

music library. Thousands
and thousands of albums

in various formats with listening stations

terrific, terrific. Where would that be?

Straight ahead and up the stairs.

Thank you very much.

And great work you're doing here.

The library's the Jewel of the city.

Does patient-doctor
confidentiality still exist down here?

Of course, yes.

Confidentially, then, if
ever, for some reason...

We can't talk anymore 'cause I'm...

Let's just say unavailable...

You're gonna wanna look at someone.

- I... I don't...
- Out of everyone on my detail,

Xavier Collins is the
only one I really trust.

So, you're gonna want
to discuss it with him.

It's nice to see you out
of your bathrobe, Cal.

I know what you did, Samantha.

I accessed the files about the expedition.

A decision had to be
made, and I made it.

- To be a murderer?
- Every indication

is that the surface of the
planet is uninhabitable.

People need to know
that there are survivors,

that their people could be alive up there.

And then what?

They go searching, whatever
the fuck that looks like,

letting others know where we are?

- It's a death sentence.
- That's their decision.

Not yours.

- And I'm gonna tell 'em the truth.
- No, you're not.

I'm the president!

Don't you ever fucking tell
me what I can or cannot do,

you understand me?

- If I decide to tell...
- what?

Say it to my face.

I wanna see what it looks
like when you have balls... sir.

It's fine.

We're fine.

Pace took a dose of fentanyl

no one could mistake for recreational.

Coroner's ruling it a suicide.

Billy was trying to warn
me. He knew something.

About her.

So, first Cal, then Billy.

It was her.

- Tequila, neat.
- Okay.

He was like a little brother to me. Billy.

I was in love with him. Cal.

Neat.

So, what are we gonna do?
Sit here and drink our feelings?

That's an option.

Or... we take her down.

It's gonna be hard taking
anybody down without weapons.

There are weapons.

And I know how to get 'em.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

How was my eulogy?

It... it killed.

All he wanted those last few days

was to hit shots with
me in this stupid thing.

To pretend we were playing

pebble beach or kapalua, and that...

None of this had ever happened.

I was so awful to him.

I didn't even show up
for dinner that night.

How about you show me kapalua?

Are you... are you okay?

- Do you want me to turn it off?
- No. No.

It's... it's just really beautiful.

What are you doing here?

Grandpa.

I'm so sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing here?

- Alright, come on, grandpa.
- I know you!

No, I saw her, Cal!

- You're confused.
- I know you, girl! I know you!

- Whoa, hey! Grandpa, stop that!
- Hey!

- Cal!
- Hey, let go!

- Let go of me, you son of a bitch!
- Stop! Stop.

- I gotta get outta here.
- What are you...

Presley! Pres, I'm sorry. He's

he thinks that I'm my
dad, and... pre... pres, I.

I don't want any more of your trinkets.

What? What are you talking about?

I can't do this, Cal.

I can't keep coming over
here like your hooker.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hang on, Rob...

Alright, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, listen.

Will you come sit, please?

- No.
- Hey.

So, you're telling me
you came over here...

Dressed like this just to break my heart?

- I gotta go.
- Okay, look. Hey.

Come on, what...

Get out of my way before
I break your fucking nose!

Well, now you're just turning me on.

Shit! Fuck!

Robinson, wait! Hey, hey! The guns!

You said you missed holding a gun.

I was gonna take you shooting.

The sub-basement of the arena, okay?

You just punch in a four-digit code.

It's my inauguration day.

Are you actually trying to use guns

to bribe me into staying?

Yeah. Yes, yes, I am.

That's exactly what I'm
doing. I'll do whatever it takes.

I got a few months left on this job,

then I can stop the
play-acting with Jessica. And...

We can get a divorce,
and you and I can...

Do all that romantic shit together.

We can hold hands in public

and talk about our love languages.

All of it. I want all of it with you.

Nicole.

I love you.

You make me crazy.

Call me when you're sober.

"Cities were consumed..."

"And men were gathered
round their blazing homes

to look once more
into each other's face."

I averaged two books
a week for my entire life,

and now, all I can read is poetry.

It's the only thing that'll
stay in my brain from

start to finish.

My wife, she was an
English teacher. High school.

She loved teaching this poem.

Darkness. Lord Byron.

My wife said it was one of the few poems

that actually got her
kids to sit up in their seats.

I remember.

Yeah.

I remember her giving you
that bookmark for Christmas.

All the luxuries we had,

and that's the one thing
you held onto all this time.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Kinda makes you think, doesn't it?

What would she thought of all this?

She would be grateful
that her son was alive.

She and I met in college.

My family didn't approve of her,

and hers could not
make head or tails of me.

So, our courtship had to be a secret.

And this was our little signal, you see?

'Cause I would... I would slip flowers

into whatever she was
reading so that I could be sure

that she knew as soon as we graduated

and I... and I found my...
my place in the business,

that I would marry her.

Every flower was a secret.

And then, when it came time

to build the biggest secret of all,

the great secret that would
carry on the history of mankind,

I kept this symbol alive for her.

So, when you ask, what would she think,

I, I, I think that you
have confused yourself...

About why I did this.

I built this for you and for Jeremy.

And I built it for her.

Can I ask you something, dad?

'Cause I may be in a
bit of danger right now,

and I need to know.

I did everything you
asked of me in this life.

My life was your chess piece.

And I delivered.

I led as big a life as a man can live,

and I hated every fucking moment of it.

But I did it.

For you.

So, does any of it...

Have I ever made you proud?

You never did anything
I didn't do for you.

"And the crowd was
famished by degrees..."

- Dad, there's a thing I need...
- hey, listen.

There's something
awful I need to tell you.

I don't even know

uncle Billy, he's gone.

He's dead.

- What?
- I hate to drop it on you like that,

but, there's something
I gotta take care of,

and I need you to do exactly
what I ask right now, okay?

Go upstairs and get
your brother, pack a bag,

- whatever you can put into a backpack.
- Why, what's happening?

Extra clothes, James' toothbrush,
maybe a few books to read.

Dad, what are you talking about?

'Cause I need your help, Presley.

I need you to be in control,

and I need you to be strong, okay?

Uncle Billy's gone? Like, this is real?

Yeah, come here.

I know, baby.

I love you.

And I'm asking a lot of you.

I know, I wouldn't put you through this

it's okay. Dad, go.

Do what you have to do.

Okay.

Hey, Carl.

I need to call in that favor.

It's gonna be a bit more
than a sourdough starter.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why did you do that?

Grandpa, you scared the shit out of her!

Who?

Don't play it like that.

I'm not playing it like anything, Cal.

I'm not my fucking dad! O...

Never mind.

You were right the other night.

You were right, Cal.

What was I right about?

All of it.

All of it.

Your mother wanted to name you Arthur,

after her grandfather.

"Too soft," I said.

Not... not a great man's name.

But Cal Bradford, now, that's a...

That's a name for a
leader, a leader of men.

I am not proud of anything I did.

But I am so very proud of you.

And I am so very sorry, son.

I'm sorry too, dad.

I'm sorry for what I said to you.

I forgive you for everything.

"The world was void."

"The populace and the powerful
was a lump, season less,"

"her bless, treeless, man less, lifeless."

"A lump of death, a chaos of hard Clay."

"Ships, sailor-less,
lay rotting on the sea..."

"And their masts fell down piecemeal."

"As they dropped..."

"They slept on the abyss
without waves were dead."

"The tides were in their grave."

"The moon, their mistress,
had expired before."

"The winds were withered
in the stagnant air..."

"And the clouds perished."

"Darkness had no
need of aid from them."

"She was the universe."

She.

I saw her that night.

I saw her.