[MUSIC]
>> Good morning, I'm Tracy Savage with Wake Up LA.
This morning, Vice President Davis is back in Southern California.
What's on the VP's agenda today, Marty?
>> The Vice President has a packed schedule while he's here.
The first event is a rally inside City Hall.
The second is a Hollywood fundraiser gala where some of the biggest
celebrities in town will be there supporting him and the President
in their push for a cleaner, greener economy.
[MUSIC]
>> I don't remember the homeless problem being this bad.
>> Yeah, pretty tough situation on everybody.
City's doing the best they can.
>> They've spent like 22 million so far and only moved like 18 people.
>> Our DC's pretty bad too.
That's where you're based now, right?
>> Going on two weeks.
They yanked me out of London and I was just starting to like it too.
Had my bike, made a loop around the canal.
>> What can you do with Mercury II as for you personally?
>> Oh, you were invited personally?
Look at you, Mr. Favorite One.
>> Definitely not the favorite.
Just right place, right time, I guess.
[MUSIC]
>> Is that what I think it is?
>> Damn, this could be more stressful than the POTUS detail, huh?
>> Why's that?
>> Shit, think about it.
I mean, we do the same job, way more engagements with half the staff,
half the support, and half the pay.
>> Exactly.
[MUSIC]
>> Hold it.
Go.
>> Special Agent Owens, ETA three minutes.
Prepare for the exchange.
We'll have 30 seconds.
[MUSIC]
>> Hey, go back.
Get back.
You can't be here.
[SIREN]
>> Turn around.
Turn around.
Turn.
[GUNFIRE]
>> What the hell is that?
>> Suspect, left side.
>> It's an attack.
>> Move it.
>> Go, go, go.
[GUNFIRE]
>> What was that?
>> All stations.
[SIREN]
>> Officer down.
>> Mercury two under attack.
Relocation.
Need air support.
[GUNFIRE]
>> It's a professional hit.
>> We got to get off the X.
>> What are you doing?
Try.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Jackson.
Jackson.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Reeves.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Stay with me.
Hold on.
Take it.
You have to take it.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Come on, let's go.
I know it hurts.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Engage.
[GUNFIRE]
>> Where is he, god damn it?
>> Red KIA.
>> It's not here.
>> She doesn't have it.
Check it.
Cops are 30 seconds out.
>> Fuck.
[GUNFIRE]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[SIRENS]
>> We have breaking news to report multiple explosions have
rocked the downtown Los Angeles area.
Unconfirmed reports say that the vice president's motorcade was
at the center of these attacks.
A secondary explosion right near LA City Hall.
A chemical substance may have been deployed at the City Hall
attack.
[SIRENS]
>> I need your phone.
>> What?
>> Please.
>> Hey, what's going on?
>> Thank you.
>> Hey!
[SIRENS]
>> On NGR1, heading downtown, approaching concert hall,
Wilshire and Grant, ETA one minute out.
Multiple explosions, vice president's motorcade,
en route to 110 freeway.
>> Identification?
>> 45759, Charlie.
>> Connecting.
>> This is General Marshall.
What's going on?
We've got reports.
>> Our motorcade was ambushed.
High grade explosives, high grade ops.
Well thought out, well executed.
Cadillac 1 is intact, but we've been split.
>> Where?
Jackson with you?
>> We are down one permanently.
Our driver was involved.
They shot him.
They killed Pearson.
And they nearly got me, too.
>> Jesus.
Jackson was carrying the football.
>> I got it.
But I'm all alone out here.
>> We're initializing protocol.
It's whiskey, Mike, Delta.
It's on.
>> What the fuck?
>> Where do I go?
What do I do?
>> All agents downtown are ordered to the nearest safe house.
>> Jesus.
I need an extraction, not a safe house.
>> Go to 22404 Wilshire Boulevard Shelter until further notice.
And keep it safe.
Call me from a secure line once you get there.
And, Troy, don't trust anyone.
>> Roger.
[owl hooting]
♪♪
[rumbling]
[sirens wailing]
[alarm beeping]
- Housekeeping.
- This is control.
What's the authorization for safe house 5102?
- This is Anderson.
Today's code is--oh, shit.
Hold on.
- Authorization for safe house 5102?
- Yes, I hear you.
Today's code is Tango Charlie Romeo Romeo 5.
- Authorization accepted for safe house 5102.
[sighs]
We have initiated a shelter-in-place order.
It's a whiskey Mike Delta situation.
- WMD.
So it's a mass destruction.
- At least prepare for three walk-ins.
Proceed as planned.
- Key code.
- Washington.
- Understood.
[alarm blaring]
Housekeeping.
- Tango Charlie Romeo Romeo 5.
- Again.
- Tango Charlie Romeo Romeo 5.
Key code. I need the key code.
- What?
- It's Washington.
Hurry, we've got an injury here.
- What? Washington.
Copy.
[alarm blaring]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
- Okay.
♪ ♪
You got this.
♪ ♪
(suspenseful music)
- [Yelps]
[Distant gunshots]
[Distant explosions]
[WHIRRING]
[Lasers zoom]
[Rapid gunfire]
[Gunshots continue]
♪ ♪
- The White House is reporting that the president
has been moved to a secure location.
Back here on the West Coast, the LAPD
has already evacuated most of the residents
and the workers from the downtown L.A. area.
We're gonna go live now to Skye Matthews,
who is reporting from the perimeter--
[Gunshot]
- [Groans]
- Easy, all right? - Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, easy. The veteran's upstairs.
You all right? - I'm okay.
[Gunshot]
- I need a secured phone line.
- [Groans]
- Jesus, careful. - What happened?
- We're waiting outside City Hall for the Mercury II.
There was an explosion, some type of chemical.
- Chemical? Do you have a sniffer?
- Yeah.
- [Groaning]
[Beeping]
- CS gas.
Non-lethal.
- Seemed inaction before. I know the signs.
I was upwind, but he got the brunt of it.
The more time I spend here explaining this,
the worse he gets. I need a med kit.
- [Coughing]
- Where?
- Fridge.
[Train whistle blows]
[Grunts]
- Come on, keep pounding it.
That's it. Flush it out.
[Grunts]
[Groans]
We're fine here. Go answer it.
- [Gasps]
- It's okay.
- What are you waiting for?
- I was only told three gases.
[Beeping]
- Authorization.
- Tango, Charlie, Romeo, Romeo, five.
- Key code?
- Washington.
[Beeping]
- Come on.
- There's a new walk-in coming.
You were at City Hall.
- Wait, where were you? Were we at the motorcade?
- Okay, go.
[Beeping]
- Hands in the air.
Whoa, whoa, no, no.
Don't move. Don't move.
- I'm Anderson.
I'm the housekeeper here.
- I just almost got my ass blown apart.
- Lower your gun.
[Beeping]
- I went through hell out there.
- We all did.
Listen, I know we're all as scared as you are.
- I am not scared. I'm dialed in.
Anyone should be scared. It's whoever just attacked us.
And until I know exactly who they are...
and who you are...
I'm keeping my gun up.
- Put the gun down.
Put the gun down!
- How did you get in here? - Used my own clearance.
- Who the hell are you? - Halton. Langley.
- Zorrello, Homeland Security. Show me your credentials.
- Lower your gun and I will.
And since when are revolvers standard at Homeland Security?
- Nothing about today has been standard.
- Well, I'd like to finish the day without getting shot. You?
See how easy things are when you just talk to people?
- I'm sorry.
- Anderson. Housekeeping.
- Who are our guests?
- Mia Owens, C.O.D.
My partner Reeves is injured. He's upstairs.
- Choi.
I heard you were part of the Mercury II detail.
What is that?
- Vice President.
- Just you running this house, Anderson?
- It's a tough job by yourself.
I spent time in this space back in the day.
- Do we have comms? - Secured.
- Yeah, what about those windows?
They're one-way glass.
Like the kid said, one-way glass.
Bulletproof.
What are you looking at, huh?
- Hey, he's not our problem.
- You running point?
- I'm not even here, man.
- All right. I'm calling rank.
- I need to get to a secured phone line now.
- You can follow me.
- Halton. I need to go check on Reeves.
- Let me look at him.
- Alone.
- Sure.
- Close the door.
- Identification?
- Choi, passcode 45759 for Marshall. Passcode 20112.
- Screen clearance. Stand by.
- Agent Choi, am I glad to see you.
- Any new intel? - Well, we have two simultaneous attacks.
Don't know the body count yet.
The early estimates could be in the hundreds.
We have a team tracking a possible remote detonation from the city hall attack.
- Mercury 2. - Airborne until we know more.
Are there any other agents in the house?
- Yes. There's one from our unit.
Two from Langley.
One from DOD and some trigger-happy son of a bitch from Homeland.
- Roger.
- Don't tell any of them what you have. We'll get a team to you soon.
Stay strong, son. - Yes, sir.
(phone beeps)
(sighs)
(suspenseful music)
- He seems fine.
Lucky it was CS, not Saren.
How are you?
- A little better.
Should have been more diligent. - Hey.
No one saw this coming.
Don't beat yourself up.
Just follow protocol and we'll get out of this safely.
(phone rings)
(footsteps)
- Authorization for safe house 5102.
- Tango Charlie, Romeo, Romeo 5.
You're on speaker. We currently have five guests in the house.
One agent's in recovery.
- Housekeeper, can you repeat? Did you say five guests?
- Yes, sir.
- Agent Choi here. Is there any intel on when the shelter-in-place order will be lifted?
- All agents are to follow protocol.
- Everyone?
- All agents are to follow protocol.
- Command, this is Holton. I'm running point.
Is there any indication when the order will be lifted?
- No, none.
LAPD and the National Guard are mobilized,
evacuating a two-mile radius of the affected area as we speak.
- So you're saying we're stuck here?
- That's affirmative. - That's fucking great.
- Holton, can you pick up the handset?
- We have new intel we need to discuss.
- I'm here.
[distant beeping]
- Can you say that again?
Command, that is highly...
Command?
- Hello? - System override.
- It's a remote lockdown.
- They're locking us in here. - Fuck.
- Go! Get to the door! - Go!
- Go! Come on, pull! Pull!
- They cut the power. The door's locked.
There's no way in or out.
- Shit!
- What did he say?
What did he say?
- How do we lose power if some of these lights are still up?
- Battery backups. Doesn't take much to power a bulb.
- Any other exits? - It's a safehouse.
How many exits you think it's gonna have?
- There's no signal. - They've jammed it.
- Fucking protocol. - It's like they think we're the enemy.
- They think we're the enemy. - What the fuck does that mean?
- Command traced the detonator signal from today's attacks to here.
- They think one of us is the bomber.
- Wait, wait, wait. Why would the bomber keep the detonator on them?
- To set off the next bomb.
- We're all detained until one of us surrenders.
- You believe that?
- They traced the signal here.
- Wow. I was shot at. - Yeah, so were we.
- I've been here the whole time. You can check the cameras.
- That's pretty convenient for you, ain't it?
The power's out, so we can't check 'em, can we?
- I'm just putting my cars on the table.
- And maybe that's something we should all do.
What the fuck were you on the line about?
- No, that's above your pay grade.
- You're hiding something. - That's my business, not yours.
- Look, they said the detonator's still here.
I mean, we can search the place, right?
- Detonator could be the size of a dime. - Yeah, but where does that leave us?
- I don't know. You wanna start shooting, folks?
Start with him. - Paul.
No, you do not wanna be pushing my buttons right now.
You are hiding something, and we deserve to know what it is
before we get killed. - Trust me.
If I was the enemy, you would all be dead by now.
- I miss anything?
- Joy.
- I miss you, too.
- Like I said.
- I don't wanna catch anybody in a room alone.
Got it?
- No terror group has claimed responsibility
for this well-coordinated, precisely calculated attacks.
No weapon was used at the City Hall attack.
Across the street, I am seeing officers getting suited up in hazmat suits.
And multiple bomb squads have been dispatched
to continue looking for more devices.
Police are sifting through the aftermath
and searching for any additional explosives.
- Your pupils look better.
- Oh.
Yeah.
Everything's still blurry, though.
Look, this is nuts.
We're under a shelter-in-place order from a WMD threat.
We've got no power. - Yeah, we're screwed here.
What do you remember?
- I remember waking up.
And both of us being nervous about this assignment.
- The quiet ride to Mercury 2.
And then I remember you taking a phone call
and splitting away from the group, and then...
I turned around and gas was just spraying everywhere.
And then everything else was just a blur.
But I remember your voice.
- Come on, Lucy. Let's go.
I've got you.
- And then we were here.
- I could have lost you.
- Hey, I'm alive.
I'm here.
- And you're here.
You're still a fighter.
- Always.
- You still got it?
- Hey, Halton wanted me to tell--
- Yeah, I kept it safe.
- Okay. That was a targeted attack.
Which means they must have known why we were there.
- It was classified. - We gotta tell the others.
- No.
- Hey, hey, I know. It's dangerous.
- Are you sure?
- No. Not at all.
But if we are being hunted,
then we're gonna need allies in the room.
- God forbid this gets any worse.
We both nearly died today. - Me too.
- I know we're all under suspicion.
This is my first time back in the field after three years.
I work in development
at Department of Defense Special Projects.
- The what? It's the DoD creative arm.
- I'm a developer, and Reeves is my associate at the Secret Service.
- So you're Q, and he's Bond.
- We've been working together for the past nine months
on a new assignment.
We were here in Los Angeles to deliver it to Mercury II.
- That's why you're outside City Hall.
- We were to deliver Special Projects,
code name C-49. Case got damaged.
- What is that, a monocular?
- This one can only be activated by my ID.
One of my eyes.
We were to deliver it today to the Mercury II.
To lock it to him.
- It's got a built-in failsafe in case the subject dies too.
- If I were dead, this device would recognize
that my pupils were mid-dilated.
Cadaveric position.
- So it's a device that protects itself,
not the user. What the hell does it do?
- We're not authorized to reveal that. - Bullshit!
What the hell-- we're not authorized to reveal that!
But if this is what they're after,
we're gonna need your help to keep it safe.
- This device stays between me and Reeves,
and no one else.
That went well.
- We told some things.
That's the business.
We told them enough to get them off our backs.
[coughing]
Yeah.
I'm okay.
Go keep an eye on them.
Especially that prick from Homeland.
[water running]
[water stops]
- It's time for you to level with me.
- Listen, I appreciate our past. I do.
- Appreciate it?
You need to remember it.
I ran the Moscow Corridor when you were still pretty new.
I extracted a Soviet asset to this same safe house.
Everyone's day is gonna get a lot more complicated
if we don't work together.
- You have a question, Alton?
- Choi, if I were you, I would not make me the enemy.
You're gonna get us all killed.
- I'm trying to save you all. - Goddamn it, Choi.
- What's the problem?
- He finally tell you he's working with the North Koreans?
- Yeah. - I'm Chinese-American, you fucking idiot.
- Doesn't make me feel any better. - Come on, Zorello.
No, it's fine. You wanna do this? We can do this.
- Yeah, I'd love to. - Yeah? You paranoid fuck.
In this house, you are the bottom of the food chain.
Nobody here knows who the fuck you are.
- I have every right to know what's going on here. - You can be someone.
In fact, it's my job to know.
And if you think for one second that I'm gonna wait
until someone shoots me in the back of the fucking head
over whatever it is that you're keeping secret,
you got another thing coming.
- I can guarantee you no one will shoot you in the back of the head.
This isn't the time to be holding back, Intel.
- It's not the time to be sharing, Intel, either.
I gave you your one warning earlier. - And this is your warning.
- Yeah? - Guys. - Come clean now.
- There's someone at the window!
- Cover her! - Go!
- Shit!
[gunfire]
[grunting]
- Ali, move!
[grunting]
[gunfire]
[grunting]
- Breathe. Breathe.
Come on.
[grunting]
- Goddamn it.
[grunting]
[gunfire]
[grunting]
[gunfire]
[grunting]
- Bad.
- Get down!
- Mia, watch out!
[gunfire]
- Breathe. Breathe.
- Come on.
Come here.
Look at me, please.
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no.
- Come on. Come on.
Come on, don't leave me.
Please.
- Clear.
[grunting]
[screaming]
- Now we're clear.
[gunfire]
- Oh. What the hell was that?
- Can we get a sheet for him or something?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Ropes are gone.
That's how they got away.
Hey.
In here.
- Oh, come on.
How did this happen?
- I shot the guy in the head.
He must have blown up.
- The guy that Choi chucked out the window,
he exploded too.
- And the other one escaped.
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
- I can't see anything.
- Contact right.
- Move it! Move it!
Cover me!
- Go down!
- Get down!
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[sobbing]
♪ ♪
- You know what I'm trying to figure out?
If one of us is the bomber,
then why were we just attacked?
- How is that thing still on?
- It's got a backup battery.
- And blood and medicine inside.
Keeps it fresh.
- Medicine? You got Kwik-Klok in here?
- Yeah.
The left-hand side.
[door slams]
- Oh, damn.
[door slams]
- Thought these windows were bulletproof.
- Bulletproof, not explosive-proof.
- Never seen the street so empty.
- [sighs]
- Yeah, that's what happens when you evacuate a city.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[rumbling]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- By order of the governor,
martial law has been declared for Los Angeles
and its surrounding cities.
With risk of any ongoing threats
and use of chemical weapons,
it has become a quarantine zone.
To ensure safety, all residents
in the immediate and surrounding areas
have been successfully evacuated
while the investigation continues.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Are you sure you want to do that?
- He hasn't blown up yet. I reckon we'll be fine.
- [sighs]
[gun cocks]
- Boom!
They don't even bother hiding their faces.
- When you're wearing a dead trigger,
it doesn't matter who sees you.
- Anyone recognize him?
- He's dead. Why did he not explode?
- The trigger mechanism is toast.
- This is some guerrilla warfare shit.
The moment his heart stops, boom.
- Anything on him?
- He's clean.
Minus, of course, the block of C4 up his ass.
- You see anything on that tablet?
- I don't remember it all happening so fast, and--
- You work in development, and the best you've got is--
I don't know. It all happens so--
- There were explosions, so forgive me
if I'm a little fuzzy on the details.
- Those details got your partner killed.
- Fuck you, Troy.
I'm not the one holding back Intel.
They seem more interested in you--
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Don't.
You don't want to do that.
Just let her go, man. - Stay out of this.
- Look, I'm just saying
that the only way we're gonna get through this
is if we work together.
[both grunting]
- One more fucking move, I dare you.
I-- - Troy, let him off.
- Dare you.
[gunshot]
That was my last warning
to everyone here.
- Don't be such a pussy. - I'm not.
- Well, let me finish.
- I'm sorry.
About your partner.
- I wish I could've done more.
- It's not the first time you lost someone.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.
I'm sorry.
- I served a tour in Iraq
before I joined the DOD.
I might agree to use.
You served, too?
- The Marines.
- How the hell did you get away with that?
- Don't ask.
- Rangers.
- Bullshit.
- For a while, anyway.
I was in Iraq, and my platoon was hit with an IED.
Same old crap you've heard of before.
- Tell me.
- Well, our convoy was blown to shit.
And my second gunner, Garcia,
I see him out the window of the Humvee,
and he's, what, about 100 yards away.
And he's down.
So I left the convoy.
And I almost get to Garcia.
And I swear, I feel this burning inside of me.
- You're right.
- I blacked out.
I thought I was dead.
A passing convoy came by and saved us.
God, I couldn't save him.
- You can't save everyone.
I lost my sister, too.
- When I came back, I had the usual.
Nightmares, shortness of breath, the thoughts.
And I started working in development tech,
and I found a way to busy my mind, busy my--
- And you found a new passion?
- I found something where I could save lives.
Even my own.
[alarm blaring]
- What the hell is that?
- Don't!
[alarm blaring]
Holding row! Go!
[grunting]
- Oh, shit!
- He must have hacked into the system!
- Why? What does that accomplish?
- Corner us to force us to move me.
Look at where we are.
- We're fish in a...
barrel.
[gunshot]
- What is that?
[gunshot]
- Leprechaun, it was you!
- Leprechaun, you're back!
[gun cocks]
[gunfire]
- Story crew!
- It's green or smoke.
- Let her move. Cover your mouth.
- [coughing]
- Hurry! Come on!
- Cover the door! - Let's go!
- I'll take the right flank.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Anderson, wait!
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
- Get him! - Got you!
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
- Oh, Jesus!
♪ ♪
- Hold it!
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[glass shattering]
♪ ♪
- [coughing]
- He's alive.
- Any explosives?
♪ ♪
- All clear.
- Cover.
- Let's check the place.
They might still be here.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
- Here.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Where the fuck did they go?
- In here.
♪ ♪
- Check.
Give you a boost.
- I'll go.
Hold this.
♪ ♪
- Be careful.
♪ ♪
- Oh, Jesus, it's a trap.
♪ ♪
It's enough semtex to bring down the whole building.
We're not getting out of here anytime soon.
- Anderson?
How the fuck could you not hear something happening
right above your head, huh?
That's your job, to keep this place secure.
♪ ♪
- Exactly what is your job, Zorrello?
You still haven't told us why you're even here.
- Homeland Security.
It's my job to make sure that there's no terror threats
on public transportation.
- Well, that's your whipped out for everyone.
♪ ♪
- The only one that knows anything is this asshole.
Let's wake him up and get some answers.
- I want an agent posted at the window.
Zorrello, you're up.
- Why me? - Because you're the only one
who'll shoot first and ask questions later.
♪ ♪
- Accelerant.
Don't worry.
I'm only gonna give him a couple of cc's.
More than enough to make him talk.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
- What the fuck, Zorrello? - What?
- Anderson, you get on the windows.
Zorrello, stay in here until he wakes up.
- What, am I a babysitter now?
- It's gonna be about five to ten minutes.
- Good. I wanna speak to him first.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
Hey, hold on. This backup battery pack here,
I can remove it, right?
- I guess so.
- I think I can hook it up to the electrical system
in the supply room.
- Great idea, Almonds.
- I'll see what I can do. - Thanks.
♪ ♪
- You know what? My blood sugar's sinking.
Let me get some of this pizza right here.
[door slams]
- It's a shame that bullet just nicked him.
- Can't believe you right now.
- What, you wanna order DoorDash or something?
- I'm gonna look for the guy on the sidewalk without a torso.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
- You've done this before.
- Yeah, I've done a bit of electrical engineering
in my day.
- Hey, guys, he's awake.
♪ ♪
- Easy, easy.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- Who are you?
♪ ♪
Who are you?
What's the matter?
You don't understand English?
Or maybe you just can't hear me.
♪ ♪
[speaking Russian]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
Struggle all you want. You're not going anywhere.
♪ ♪
- So you do understand me.
♪ ♪
- Can you speak?
Can you speak?
Maybe you'll talk a little easier with fewer teeth.
♪ ♪
- Sorello.
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
- You weren't there.
- That's for all the people you killed today.
This one's personal.
- Mm-hmm.
[screaming]
♪ ♪
[screaming]
[laughing]
[grunting]
- You want me to break the other one?
You got nine more, you fucking Russian fuck.
[grunting]
- Who are you? Don't test me.
- I fucking dare you.
[grunting]
- Is this protocol?
- We can do that all day.
I got nowhere to be. - Huh?
[grunting]
- Are you just gonna let this happen?
- Oh, it's happening.
- You fucking cunt.
♪ ♪
- I got a little something special for you.
♪ ♪
- Owens, say something.
♪ ♪
- Go back to your post.
♪ ♪
- You fucking fuck.
♪ ♪
Who the fuck do you work for?
- [grunts]
- Talk.
[grunting]
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- We gotta be better than this.
- When you're back in the field, you'll understand.
- I don't need to be in the field
to understand what's right and wrong.
♪ ♪
- Talk!
- Get out of the field, you fucking toad.
Where are you hiding?
- Pop, let me in. - No.
He's gonna kill him before we get any actual intel.
♪ ♪
- I'm gonna cut your ass off.
I'm fucking fired, motherfucker.
[screaming]
- I'll fucking die.
- Get out.
- Take a break.
- [grunts]
- You want some more?
- She said take a break, Shrelle.
♪ ♪
- He's real soft for you.
♪ ♪
- Who are you?
- Nobody.
- Wrong answer.
[screaming]
- I don't see.
- She's the good cop.
- Get me the top hat.
- Okay. Okay.
My mission is my name.
My name is the mission.
- What is your mission?
Any more planned attacks?
- You.
Daniel Rees.
Agent 2.
Anderson.
You are here for a reason.
Remember, call me Phoenix.
What we started at City Hall.
We shepherded you here to contain you.
What's the American phrase?
Ah, yeah.
You're fish in peril.
[laughing]
I find you, Mia Angelica Owens.
32 weapon specialists have been flinged
with her partner Daniel Rees.
Spent nine months on this case
only to watch your lover die.
[screaming]
[gasping]
- Get him.
[grunting]
- You won't tell me?
Fine.
How about I give you the full fucking dose?
What are you planning?
- Planning.
[laughing]
- Tell me!
- Poor girl.
It's already in motion.
You'll be with your lover real soon.
- Motherfucker!
- This isn't about you.
This isn't about you!
- Owens!
- You don't need to do this.
You don't need to do this.
- You can't save anyone.
- It's cyanide. It's cyanide!
It's cyanide!
- You're already dead.
- What are you doing, huh?
He was gonna talk.
- I was just-- - He was talking!
- I was just trying to help.
- Trying to help?
[beeping]
- Zorrello, check him!
Oh, he's-- he's armed.
- Anderson, you search him!
- Why must you be moving too fast?
- Everybody out.
- Run!
[gunshots]
[screaming]
[explosion]
- Oh!
Oh!
- Okay. Okay.
I know what's going on here.
I figured it out.
I know who is working with them.
- Put that away.
- Why would you run in there just before she got him?
- She was gonna kill him.
- No, he was about to sing.
- You don't know that.
You don't know what she was gonna do.
- You. You're the one that searched his body.
- All the other bodies blew up.
- You weren't supposed to be in that room.
And you, the one that's all calm, clear-headed, and quiet,
didn't hear what was going on right above your fucking head.
- Answer the question.
- Are you kidding me?
We haven't heard a peep from them since they've been up there.
None of us have.
The Russian, he had you dead to rights in that smoke cloud,
and I saved you.
You'd be dead if it wasn't for me.
That fucker stabbed me in the shoulder,
and you still don't trust me?
[grunts]
- Cirilla, wait.
- I can't believe it took me this long
to figure all of this out.
- You're a fucking traitor!
- Look, my name is Nathan Anderson.
I gave the warning that they were outside the window.
I saved all of your lives.
But everyone, everyone thinks that I'm the throwaway,
I'm the mistake.
That's what happens, right?
When you're a vet who just makes some mistakes.
You so eager to shoot someone today?
Then shoot me, motherfucker!
Shoot me!
- We're gonna start establishing some goddamn order here.
First, Cirilla, you're gonna keep your gun out of our faces.
Second, Owens, take Anderson's gun,
take him upstairs,
and cuff him.
- [exhales]
- You don't have to do this, you know?
We both lost people in the war.
I just...couldn't handle it as well as you.
- Don't make this about me. - It's not.
It's about them.
They died, but they stayed with us.
Their faces, their voices...
their last words.
They all stayed with us.
- It's up to us to do better.
For them.
Cirilla was right.
I nearly broke him.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Choi, these terrorists,
or whoever they are,
know more about us than we do.
And all we know about them
is they're smuggling fucking bombs on their backs.
It's time you told everyone what we're really dealing with.
- People died today because--
- How many more people have to die before the end of this day?
- I'm not trying to find out.
- You want to save lives?
Start with us.
Tell them about the nukes.
- I fucking knew it.
- Look...
Reeves was right earlier.
God forbid something happens to one of us,
they're gonna need to know what the hell's going on.
- Shit.
- There are two active footballs on this planet
that have direct operational access
to America's nuclear arsenal.
One of them is with POTUS,
the other with the vice president.
Earlier today, when our motorcade was attacked,
the Secret Service agent responsible for carrying this...
was killed.
And I took this from him.
To keep it safe.
- Is that--is that what I think it is?
- It functions as a mobile hub in our strategic defense system.
- How operational are we talking?
- Launch, detonation, recall, all of it.
I mean, technically, we could win World War III from our couch.
- What are all those little red dots?
- Locations of every missile silo in America.
- Okay, but we have safeguards, right?
- Gold codes.
- Do you want to know what the hell this thing does?
It generates gold codes.
- Are you serious?
I'm not even trained to carry this thing.
- You were right to hide it today.
- Why should we trust either of you?
- They must have known.
Reeves and I were supposed to deliver this to the VP today.
And when they failed,
they used their own backup protocol against us
to trap us here.
- None of this was a coincidence.
They've been playing us all along.
- The VP wasn't the target.
We were.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Come on.
♪ ♪
[keys jingling]
[keys clacking]
♪ ♪
- No signal? - No, nothing.
- Did you try the door?
- Yeah, I tried.
[keys clacking]
Okay, looks like we're back in business here.
- See if you can access the footage
from the security cameras.
- When? - Before we arrived.
The last 24 hours.
- I'm on it.
♪ ♪
- Power's going up in the surveillance room.
- Well, at least one thing's going right.
- There's still no Internet signal,
but we got a monitor.
♪ ♪
[distant laughter]
- Shh.
What's that beeping?
♪ ♪
Is that coming from the door?
♪ ♪
Huh?
- No.
They're outside!
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
- [grunts]
- Keep searching, no matter what.
Just make sure that decoder doesn't fall into their hands.
- I'm on it.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
[gunshots]
- Go, go! - Moving!
[gunshots]
- Clear!
[gunshots]
- Quick, get her!
[gunshots]
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- Carmelo.
- [crying]
- I can help you.
Go get the keys.
- Where? What--
- The keys on the shelf right there.
Get these cuffs off of him, man.
- Come on.
- Get up!
- Come on.
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- Who the hell are you?
- Come on! Hurry up!
- [crying]
- I can help you, Cerello.
Pass me the key!
Hurry up!
Be quick!
Throw me the key!
Trust me.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
- Come on, come on, come on!
♪ ♪
- Help me.
Oh, oh, please. Help me.
- I'm gonna make a tourniquet, all right?
- [groaning]
- It's gonna hurt.
- Okay. - You ready?
- Okay. - One, two, three.
- [screaming]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- [choking]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- Put pressure on him.
Put the gun down.
Trust me.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
- [groaning]
♪ ♪
- I told you to shoot me.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God.
- That's not Anderson!
- Fuck you.
- This is Anderson!
[gunshot]
[both grunting]
[gunshots]
[coughing]
♪ ♪
- It's about time, brother.
♪ ♪
- [gasping]
- You would have made life a hell of a lot easier
if you just went ahead and died in the street today.
- I'm sorry to disappoint.
[coughing]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
- Thatta boy.
♪ ♪
That's it.
Breathe.
♪ ♪
Oops.
♪ ♪
Get the decoder.
♪ ♪
- You look like a man
who just watched a friend die.
Trust me.
I know the feeling.
- Anderson.
- Why?
- His name isn't Anderson.
- Now, that is true.
♪ ♪
- See, I killed Anderson this morning.
Took his badge, all that.
- Do you know how many people you killed today?
- You think this country gives a damn?
♪ ♪
How many kids did I find in Afghanistan?
In Iraq?
On drugs?
Owned by immigrants?
This country is falling apart at the seams.
♪ ♪
And only those who truly care about America
can save America.
- What the hell is this?
- It's a crusade, Owens.
It's a motherfucking crusade.
Why, for too long, real Americans
have been pushed to the side
and made to suffer while others prospered.
You know, 27 veterans commit suicide each day.
That's nearly 10,000 a year.
- This isn't a crusade.
This is fucking nationalist bullshit!
[grunts]
- But the Russians...
- [gasps]
- No.
The Russian accent my brother pulled off.
♪ ♪
Now, that was Charles' play.
"Diversion."
And while you and your Pentagon
are so worried about the Mohammeds and the Karzloffs,
don't forget to worry about the Smiths
and the Johnsons.
- You got it wrong, son.
We both fought for the same country.
I know it wasn't perfect when you came home,
but this isn't the way to deal with it.
♪ ♪
- You know, the hardest part of all this...
was keeping a smile off my face
when Owens and Choi
both--both devices right here.
♪ ♪
Now, we may have bailed this morning,
but by using the agency's threat notification against you...
[laughs]
I never would've liked you, Owen.
Hmm?
I'm sorry, Owens.
Truly am.
What it's worth,
you've died sparking a revolution.
I'll carry both your names with me.
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- [moaning]
- Come here.
- Don't touch me.
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- Get through that, son.
[grunting]
Open your fucking eyes. - Fuck you!
- Open your eyes! - No, fuck you!
- Open your goddamn eyes!
- You're gonna have to kill me.
- [grunts]
- [screams]
- Come on. - No!
- Show me that eye. - No!
- [grunts]
- [panting]
- Zero one zero one one zero.
- Voice activation initiated.
Access granted.
♪ ♪
- Destination?
Mark 38 degrees north, 77 degrees west.
♪ ♪
- All we need is one missile to take out DC.
- You're gonna kill thousands.
- No, save millions.
We got an operative station in every state.
Once we take back America,
we'll make it stronger and better than ever before.
- I'm going into your head.
I know you all twisted up, but I can--
I can help you get out of all this, okay?
We can fix this. - If you don't get it...
I don't want to get out of this
for the people I lost.
I'm doing this.
I'm doing this for my sister.
♪ ♪
You remind me of her.
♪ ♪
And my real name's Elijah King.
And I--I couldn't save her.
But I can save them.
So the next kid that signs up has it better than I did.
♪ ♪
- You think your sister is proud of you?
Hmm? You're not a hero.
You're a fucking maniac.
[helicopter whirring]
♪ ♪
- She's all yours. Commence launch.
- Confirmed. 60 seconds.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- [screams]
- Let's go, sweetheart.
- No! No! No!
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Be grateful.
At least you get to die next to your little boyfriend.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- Go to hell!
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[explosion]
[helicopter whirring]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
[coughs]
- Elijah, turn it off.
♪ ♪
- She wants to save lives, just like me.
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[panting]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[thuds]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
- Safehouse 5102, do you read?
[beep]
- Safehouse 5102, do you read?
[beep]
- Copperhead, do you read?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Safehouse 5102, do you read?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Copperhead, do you read?
♪ ♪
- Elijah, do you read?
♪ ♪
Damn it, Elijah, pick up the phone.
Elijah, pick up the goddamn phone!
♪ ♪
[keypad clicking]
- He's gone.
- Secure sensitive materials.
- Now we're down.
[door opens]
[door closes]
- Winding all hard drives.
- He died how he lived, fighting.
That's how we will remember him.
We will regroup at base at 0800 Sunday.
We're just getting started.
Now let's move to plan B.
You all take the back stairs.
Move, now!
[indistinct chatter]
- General.
- I'm ready for airstrike.
- Copy. ETA five minutes.
- See you there.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Been playing a losing game ♪
♪ No way out ♪
♪ Look the devil in the eye ♪
♪ He fully proved my faith ♪
♪ Now me and the devil are one in the same ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ Lord, you can't take me, it's not my time ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ But you're the one that's gonna burn ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ Lord, you can't take me, it's not my time ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ But you're the one that's gonna burn ♪
♪ I'm on fire ♪
♪ Lord, you can't take me, it's not my time ♪
♪ No, it's not my time ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, it's not my time ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪