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.
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.
Yeah.
Our D.C.'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, you know, loop around the canal.
What can you do with Mercury 2 as for you personally?
Oh, you want to buy it personally?
Look at you, Mr. Favorite One.
Definitely not the favorite.
Just right place, right time, I guess.
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.
Half the pay.
Exactly.
Hold it.
Special Agent Owens, ETA 3 minutes.
Prepare for the exchange.
We'll have 30 seconds.
Turn!
What the hell is that?
Suspect, left side!
It's an attack!
Move it!
Go, go, go!
What was that?
Coming in!
Eyes up!
All stations!
What are you doing, Trump?
Jackson!
Reeves!
Stay with me.
Hold on.
Take it.
You have to take it.
Here!
She doesn't have it.
Check it.
Cops are 30 seconds out.
Fuck!
We have breaking news to report.
Multiple incidents.
High-grade explosions have rocked the downtown Los Angeles area.
Unconfirmed reports say that the Vice President's
motorcade was at the center of these attacks.
The secondary explosion is right near...
Special
Agent Grant, ETA 1 minute out.
Multiple...
4-5-7-5-9, Charlie.
Connected.
Joyce, 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 One 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.
Troy, don't trust anyone.
Roger.
Housekeeping.
This is Control.
What's the authorization for safe house 5-1-0-2?
This is Anderson.
Today's code is... Shit.
Hold on.
Authorization for safe house 5-1-0-2?
Yes, I hear you.
Today's code is Tango Charlie Romeo Romeo 5.
Authorization accepted for safe house 5-1-0-2.
We have initiated a shelter in place order.
It's a Whiskey, Mike, Delta situation.
WMD.
Please prepare for three walk-ins.
Proceed as planned.
Key code.
Washington.
Understood.
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.
Washington.
Copy.
...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 going to go live now to Skye Matthews, who is reporting from the perimeter.
..
He's hurt.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, he's... The veteran's upstairs.
He's all right?
I can't see.
I need a secured phone line.
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.
She has gas.
Non-lethal.
I've seen it in action 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.
Come on.
I'll help you.
Where?
The fridge.
Come on, keep pounding it.
That's it.
Wash it out.
We're fine here.
Go answer it.
It's okay.
What are you waiting for?
Four.
I was only told three guests.
Authorization?
Tango Charlie Romeo Romeo Five.
Key code?
Washington.
Come on.
You were at City Hall?
Babe, where were you?
Were you at the Medicaid?
Okay, go.
Hands in the air.
Whoa, whoa, no, no.
Don't move.
I'm Anderson.
I'm the housekeeper here.
I just almost got my ass blown apart.
Lower your gun.
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.
How did you get in here?
Used my own clearance.
Who the hell are you?
Halton.
Langley.
Zarello, 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?
Anderson.
Housekeeper.
Who are our guests?
Mia Owens, D.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.
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.
Follow me.
Halton.
I need to go check on Reeves.
Let me look at him.
Alone.
Close the door.
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.
I'm sure you know him.
Don't tell any of them what you have.
We'll get a team to you soon.
You stay strong, son.
Yes, sir.
He seems fine.
Lucky it was C.S., 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.
Authorization for safe house 5-1-0-2.
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.
Can you say that again?
Command, that is highly...
Command?
Hello?
System overriding.
It's a remote lockdown.
They're locking us in here.
Fuck!
Go!
Get to the door!
Come on, pull!
Pull!
Go!
They cut the power.
Door's locked.
There's no way in or out.
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 safe house.
How many exits you think it's gonna have?
There's no signal.
But 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, why would the bomber keep the detonator on them?
Set off the next bomb.
We're all detained until one of us surrenders.
You believe that?
They traced the signal here.
Well, 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 them, 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.
They said the detonator's still here.
I mean, we can search the place, right?
Detonator could be the size of a dime.
Yeah, and where does that leave us?
I don't know.
You want to start shooting folks, start with him.
No, you do not want to 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.
Did I miss anything?
Joy.
Like I said.
I don't want to catch anybody in a room alone.
Got it?
No terror group has claimed responsibility for this
well-coordinated, precisely calculated attacks.
First responders on the scene have confirmed that
a chemical agent 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.
Yeah.
Everything's still blurry, though.
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.
That's tale two.
What do you remember?
I remember waking up...
...and both of us being nervous about this assignment.
...and a quiet ride to Mercury Two...
...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.
...or... I don't remember your voice.
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 you...
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 anywhere.
It could be worse.
We both nearly died today.
Me too.
I know we're all under suspicion.
It's my first time back in the field after three years.
I work in development.
The Department of Defense Special Projects.
The what?
It's the D.O.D.
creative arm.
I'm a developer in Reeves.
He's my associate of 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 Two.
That's why you're outside City Hall.
We were to deliver special project codename C49.
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 Two.
To lock it to him.
It's got a built-in fail-safe in case the subject dies too.
If I were dead, this device would recognize that my pupils were medialated.
Cadaveric position.
So it's a device that protects itself but not the user.
What the hell does it do?
We're not authorized to reveal... Bullshit!
What the hell does it... 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 had to withhold some things.
That's the business.
We told them enough to get them off our backs.
Go keep an eye on them.
Especially that prick from Homeland.
It's time for you to level with me.
Listen.
I appreciate our past, I do.
You 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.
Do 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.
God damn 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, Zarello.
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.
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!
Please, clean.
Clear.
What the hell was that?
Can we get a sheet for him or something?
No.
The 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.
Eh?
No.
Ehh... Oh.
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.
There's blood and medicine inside.
It keeps it fresh.
Medicine... You got quickcloth in here.
Yeah.
The left-hand side.
Thought these windows are bulletproof.
Bulletproof.
Bulletproof, not explosive proof.
I've never seen the street so empty.
Yeah, that's what happens when you evacuate a city.
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.
Are you sure you want to do that?
He hasn't blown up yet.
I reckon we'll be fine.
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 happened 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 on that.
Stay out of this!
Look, I'm just saying that the only way we're
going to get through this is if we work together.
One more fucking move, I dare you.
I fucking... Troy, let him off!
...dare you!
That was my last warning...
...to everyone here.
Don't be such a pussy.
I'm not.
Then let me finish.
I'm sorry...
...about your partner.
I wish I could have done more.
It's not the first time you lost someone.
I served a tour in Iraq before I joined the DOD.
I might agree to use.
You served who?
Marines.
How the hell did you get away with that?
Don't ask.
Rangers.
Oh, shit.
For a while, anyway.
I was in Iraq and my platoon was hit with an IED.
Same old crap, you've heard it 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 a hundred 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.
It's not I couldn't save him.
We 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... You found a new passion?
I found something where I could save lives.
Even my own.
What the hell is that?
Let's go.
Hold it, Ro!
Go!
Why?
What does that accomplish?
The coroner has to force us to move me.
Look at where we are.
We're fishing a...
Barrel.
I'll take the white flag.
Anderson, wait.
He's alive.
Any explosives?
Let's check the place.
They might still be here.
You okay?
Yeah.
Where the fuck did they go?
Shit.
Give you a boost?
I'll go.
Hold this.
Be careful.
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, Sorello.
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 sure worked 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.
Sorello, you're up.
Why me?
Because you're the only one who'll shoot first and ask questions later.
Accelerant.
I'm only gonna give him a couple of cc's.
More than enough to make him talk.
What the fuck, Sorello?
What?
Anderson, you get on the windows.
Sorello, stay in here until he wakes up.
What, am I a babysitter now?
It's gonna be about five to ten minutes.
Good.
I want to speak to him first.
Hey, hold 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, Hollins.
I'll see what I can do.
You know what?
My blood sugar's sinking.
Let me get some of this pizza right here.
It's a shame that bullet just nicked him.
Can't believe you right now.
What, you want to order DoorDash or something?
Tell him to look for the guy on the sidewalk without a torso.
You've done this before.
Who are you?
What's the matter?
You don't understand English?
Or maybe you just can't hear me.
Do you speak Russian?
No.
Struggle all you want.
You're not going anywhere.
So you do understand me.
Can you speak?
Maybe you'll talk a little easier with fewer teeth.
Surello.
Don't test me.
Is this protocol?
Well, it's happening.
Fucking cunt.
I got a little something special for you.
Hollins.
Say something.
Go back to your post.
Talk.
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.
Let me in.
No.
He's gonna kill him before we get any actual intel.
Let's help.
Take a break.
You want some more?
She said.
Take a break, Schmo.
He's real soft for you.
Nobody.
Wrong answer.
She's the good cop.
What the fuck?
Okay.
Jason!
My mission is my name.
My name is the mission.
What is your mission?
Any more planned attacks?
You...
Daniel Cleese...
Agent Julie...
Anderson...
You are here for me, son.
But...
when we could finish... what we started at City Hall...
we separate you here...
to contain you.
What's the American phrase?
Ah, yeah...
You are fish...
in barrel.
I find you...
Mia Angelica Owens.
Thirty-two weapon specialists...
have been fling with your partner...
Daniel Cleese.
Spent nine months on this case...
only to watch your lover... die.
You won't tell me?
Fine.
How about...
I give you the full...
fucking deuce.
What... are you planning?
Planning?
Tell me!
Poor girl.
It's already in motion.
You'll be with your lover... real soon.
Motherfucker!
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!
You're dead.
What are you doing, huh?
He was gonna talk.
Oh, I was just... He was talking!
I was just trying to help.
Trying to help?
Cirillo, take him!
Oh, he's... he's armed.
Anderson, you searched him.
I must have been moving too fast.
Everybody out.
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... 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.
And that fucker stabbed me in the shoulder.
And you still don't trust me?
Cirillo, 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 thinks that I'm the throwaway?
I'm the mistake?
Well, that's what happens, right?
When you're a vet who just makes some mistakes.
You're so eager to shoot someone today?
Then shoot me, motherfucker!
Shoot me!
We're gonna start establishing some goddamn order here.
First, Cirillo, you're gonna keep your gun out of our faces.
Second, Owens, take Anderson's gun.
Take him upstairs.
And cuff him.
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.
Cirillo was right.
They nearly broke him.
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.
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 what I think it is?
It functions as a mobile hub in our strategic defense system.
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.
No signal?
No, nothing.
Did you try the door?
Yeah, I tried.
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.
Wow.
At least one thing's going right.
There's still no internet signal, but we got a monitor.
What's that beeping?
Is that coming from the door?
Huh?
No.
They're outside!
Keep searching, no matter what.
Just make sure that decoder doesn't fall into their hands.
I'm on it.
I can help you.
I've head the keys.
Where are the keys?
The keys are on the shelf right there!
Get these cuffs off you, man!
Get up!
Come on!
combats
Torello, pass me the key!
Once you have it, it's yours!
Hurry up!
Be quick!
Throw me the key!
Do you know what you're doing?
Trust me.
You can't just throw me the key.
No, I don't.
I'm gonna make a tourniquet, all right?
It's gonna hurt.
Okay.
You ready?
One, two...
Trust me.
Thank you.
I told you to shoot me.
It's about time, brother.
You would've made life a hell of a lot easier if
you just went ahead and died in the street today.
Sorry to disappoint.
That'll play.
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 die fighting in Afghanistan?
In Iraq?
On drugs?
Or 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!
But the Russians...
The Russian accent my brother pulled off.
And that was John's play.
Diversion.
And while you and your Pentagon are so worried about the Mohammeds and the
Karslavs, 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
Joy put both devices right here.
Now, we may have bailed this morning, but by using the agency's threat
notification against you...
I'm sorry, Owens.
Julianne.
What it's worth...
You died sparking a revolution.
Now carry both your names with me.
Come here!
Fuck!
Get your ass up!
Don't do the fucking thing.
Fuck you!
Open your eyes!
No, fuck you!
Open your goddamn eyes!
You're gonna have to kill me.
No!
Show me that eye.
No!
0-1-0-1-1-0.
Destination?
Marked 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 our British station in every state.
Once we take back America, we'll make it stronger and better than ever before.
Who got into your head?
I know you all twisted up, but...
I can... I can help you get out of all this.
We can fix this.
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 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?
You're not a hero.
You're a fucking...
maniac.
She's all yours.
Commence launch.
Let's go, sweetheart.
No!
Be grateful.
At least you get to die next to your little boyfriend.
Elijah.
Turn it off.
She wants to save lives.
Just like me.
Safe House 5102, do you read?
Copperhead, do you read?
Safe House 5102...
Elijah, do you read?
Damn it, Elijah, pick up the phone.
Elijah, pick up the goddamn phone!
He's gone.
Secure sensitive materials.
Now we're down.
Wiping all hard drives.
He died how he lived, fighting.
And that's how we will remember him.
We will regroup him.
We'll regroup at base at 0800 Sunday.
We're just getting started.
Now let's move to Plan B.
You all take the back stairs.
Plan B in operation.
Move, now!
General.
Yeah, I'm ready for extra.
Copy.
ETA, five minutes.
See you there.
Been playing a losing game.
No way out.
Look at the devil in the eyes.
He bulletproofed my veins.
Now me and the devil are born in the same.
Lord, you can't take me.
It's not my turn.
But you're the one that's going to burn.
I'm on fire.
Lord, you can't take me.
I'm a fighter but you're the one that's gonna run.
I'm a fighter
but you're the one that's gonna run.