Good find.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with a pen,
but, uh, good effort.
You want to trade?
Hey, give me that.
‐ ‐Yeah.
Yeah.
You want to see what I can do with this?
Here you go, buddy. Take it.
Hey, stay close.
Huh.
Okay.
Shit.
Fuck.
Holy shit.
You okay?
Deep breath. Tighten. Pinch.
Say it.
Deep breath. Tighten. Pinch.
Good. Now I move my right arm as hard as I can
toward the opposite shoulder, like this,
and then my arm goes up and over my head.
So it goes up and over my head.
So...
Up and over my head.
You're stuck, aren't you?
You know what? Actually...
I haven't worked these straps before.
‐Your face is really red. ‐Yeah, it's a performance.
Stage craft. You make them believe it's impossible.
‐ ‐
Yo, back off. He bites.
Shit.
‐Fuck. ‐Are you okay?
: Yeah, I'm good. I'm good. It's a...
‐It's a part of it, you know. ‐Yeah.
‐ Yorick, you in there?
‐Should I get that? ‐No, no, no, no, no.
‐Just shut the fuck up. I have Beth's check.
I need yours in an hour, or I'm calling your mom.
Who was that?
: It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
Huh?
Up and over, right?
Huh? See?
It's okay. You can clap. He can't hear anymore.
Oh, these straps...
My dad says this has to be my last lesson.
Wait. What? Why?
He said we're not getting our money's worth.
I taught you how to get out of NYPD cuffs, dude.
He wanted me to learn card tricks.
I'll teach you card tricks then.
If you want to be like every other asshole on the planet.
‐He found a camp. ‐Dude.
I'm going to it this summer.
You can go to magic camp?
I'm sorry, man.
Oh, my God. Your dad's a dick.
Well, I am sorry, but it's true, okay. You're old enough to...
Um... all right, well,
we still got 20 minutes, so...
Your turn. Come on. Let's make it count.
You could have been one of the greats, Fred.
Now, we'll never know.
Yeah, I just left him. He was with his aide.
Cut the ordinal adverbs.
"Firstly, secondly."
Makes me seem like a schoolteacher.
You have the committee at noon.
I'll have the briefing books in your office.
"The president was asked about Representative Brown's
"legislative agenda which links Internet hate speech
to a rise in domestic terrorism..."
‐Let me guess. ‐He's whining
about the First Amendment
‐and calling for... ‐Unity. Yes.
Let's all join hands with the psychotics of America.
He just doesn't like that it's coming from you.
You want to add a paragraph
to the end of the speech? Hit him where it hurts?
Is there press in the rotunda?
Yeah, Andrew and Nick fishing for comments.
Grab them for me. I'll give them two minutes.
We're about to have a lot of incoming calls.
I'll have the dress
for the First Lady's party waiting in your office.
And Yorick's landlord called.
I'm gonna kill him.
There's a nail place across the street. Ask for Ashley.
Tell her you work for me. She'll touch those up.
Oh, that's okay, I'll‐I'll just go after work. I...
Give him hell.
Be back in an hour.
My nails are chipped. I didn't realize she's...
You represent her,
and they've been picking her apart for 20 years. Go.
And thank you for having me.
Okay, so, right there on the subway,
I whispered in his ear that I'd suck his dick till tomorrow.
He looked at me like I was a serial killer.
When does this get more fun?
‐ ‐Are you fucking serious?
I used to have so much fun when I was fucked‐up,
you know, before it got scary.
‐Who's calling you? ‐: I don't know.
Do you need to get that?
Sorry. Go ahead.
‐Anyway, I, um... It's my brother.
‐ ‐I thought about you guys.
You know, I thought about this room.
After I'd stopped thinking about dick.
‐ ‐: Dude.
No. I, um...
Sometimes, I‐I still want to feel like...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Anything is possible,
‐but, uh... Yeah, what do you want?
‐...I think this is better. Couldn't it wait?
‐What is wrong with you? ‐How's this?
Fun? You making friends?
Fucking sucks.
Two more, and I am free.
Ah, you should stop smoking.
‐But why? ‐Hmm.
I need some money.
Get the fuck out of here.
‐No, it's just‐just... ‐No. Seriously, fuck off.
Just, like, a hundred bucks or something. Can you...?
‐You think I have money? ‐Just need to get
some shit for tonight. Can you please let me borrow some cash?
What shit? What's tonight?
Cheese and wine and crackers, like, but nice ones. I'm, uh...
I'm doing it. Tonight.
‐No. ‐Yeah.
I'm telling you no.
‐I thought you liked Beth. ‐Well, I love Beth.
‐Yeah. ‐Beth's great.
Yeah, I know. I bought a ring.
You're broke. You just asked me for money.
No, no, no, Joel found it in Morocco.
It's Bedouin. It's turn of the century...
Joel from the magic shop?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll show you a picture.
I don't want to see it.
No, no, no, it's cool. It's... Where is it?
Mom and Dad still pay your rent, right?
Uh, no.
Yeah, sometimes if I'm, like, low on cash.
You don't know what you want to do with your life.
‐I'm an escape artist. ‐Jesus, Yorick.
Beth loves you, for some reason, but this ends badly,
‐I promise you. ‐Oh, no, no, no, I'm not looking for your blessing.
You can't afford cheese, but you want to marry your girlfriend.
Yeah.
You're keeping a monkey prisoner in a studio.
He's a service animal.
You need to get your shit together.
Okay, you're gonna talk to me about getting my shit together.
‐Okay. ‐Uh‐huh. Yeah, is that what that meeting is in there?
‐Okay! ‐Oh, what, it's, the, uh,
association of responsible adults?
Yup, that's what it is.
Uh‐huh. Yeah, you got a DUI in Manhattan.
Do you know how hard that is to do?
Actually, you know what, in some ways,
‐that's an accomplishment, so... ‐All right. Fine.
‐Mm‐hmm. ‐Don't listen to me. Embarrass yourself.
Okay. Yeah, you know what, Beth loves me
and we're happy and it's a functioning relationship.
And maybe if you didn't hate yourself so fucking much...
: Ah, whatever.
Hey, yo.
They're not gonna sign your sheet
if you miss the whole meeting,
and I'm not coming to another one
of these things, so...
Hey, Yorick.
Sup, Sam?
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Thank you.
Uh, sorry. I forgot the...
Okay.
Don't get too attached.
It's a wild animal.
I named him Jerry.
How do you know it's a boy?
Hmm. Works either way.
‐You know, they can give you leprosy. ‐Yeah, well,
can't be any worse than what you're carrying.
‐Oh! ‐
No, I can build a trap. We can drive him out somewhere.
It's a fucking armadillo, Jade. It's not an endangered species.
Yeah, but he's Jerry.
‐You want? ‐Yeah.
‐Okay, they're pulling up. You almost done? ‐Yeah.
Can you...
grab me that battery?
Which one? ‐The one right there.
Yeah, can you put that...
in there?
Ah! Kaboom!
‐ ‐Okay.
Can you wait in the other room?
They don't want to meet the artiste?
I don't think these guys want a Black chick
building their explosive device.
‐ ‐Maybe...
you shouldn't have told them you could make something
you can't make.
‐Okay, but... I owe you. ‐
‐Mm‐hmm. ‐You're my sensei.
‐But you just have to fuck off into the other room. ‐
‐Okay. Okay. ‐These guys are serious.
Now.
Good work.
I thought I had more time.
Suitcase is on your coffee table.
Flight's at midnight.
Maybe someplace with hills?
Oklahoma's pretty depressing.
D.C.
We need someone embedded with POTUS.
There's a credible threat.
Consider it a... promotion
for a job well done.
No, I don't want Paw Patrol.
‐It's a Ninja Turtles party. ‐
Well, you should've called me last week.
‐The party's on Saturday. I can't ju... ‐
Hold on a second. Sorry. I‐I‐I'll have to call you back.
What's up?
Send me the link. I'll call you back.
Look at that. Four in a row.
You got that, right?
James, can I talk to you for a second?
Hey, Nora,
‐you ever shoot a handgun? ‐
Sorry, Mr. President.
No, I haven't.
But you are a gun owner, right?
Don't make me look bad in front of the press.
‐ ‐Two Remington 870s
in a gun safe in my garage!
Shot our own turkey for Thanksgiving last year.
You, uh,
‐shot a turkey? ‐Absolutely not.
So you just pulled "Remington 870" out of your ass?
‐I'm good at my job. ‐Mm‐hmm.
Jennifer Brown called POTUS a misogynist.
On CNN.
When? ‐Just now. She'll ask him.
He doesn't like to be blindsided.
All right, folks! We need to get the president back.
Mr. President, one more question. ‐Uh, we'll catch you next time.
First Lady will kill me if he's late for her party.
Uh, thank you, Shonda. It's a pleasure,
‐as always. ‐Indeed, sir.
Do I want to know?
We'll brief you in the car.
Take a shot first.
‐Come on. Humor me. ‐
I bet you've never even held a gun.
Uh... Once.
In college. A boyfriend took me to a range.
‐ ‐You'll like it.
Don't I need to sign the waiver?
Nora.
Take the damn shot.
Just... Safety first.
Just don't point it at me,
or Jordan'll turn you into Swiss cheese.
Uh, keep your eyes open.
: For the love of God.
And Peter, my wild man,
he starts complaining about having stomachaches.
And then, one night, he comes crawling into my bed,
and it all comes out.
Mrs. Andrews saw him pull a girl's hair,
and she shamed him publicly
in front of the whole class.
And I am livid when I talk to her. Livid.
You know... mama bear.
"We're teaching the children about bodily autonomy,"
she tells me.
Of course, it doesn't matter
that the girl pushed him first.
Or that he's a child.
We are raising our boys
to fight their instincts,
to be ashamed of them.
We're teaching our boys to be afraid to become men,
to be a‐afraid to‐to touch a woman.
To kiss a woman.
To be afraid to talk to a woman.
Because we now live in a world
where one misunderstanding,
just one,
can unravel a whole life.
Did you hear what she called him?
She called him a misogynist.
Who cares?
He's not a misogynist.
He's a champion for women's rights and...
Boys, please don't throw any of that.
What are you doing? Where's your jacket?
Why is your‐‐ What's going on with your tie?
‐ ‐Babe.
What‐What's going on?
I thought they were supposed to be ready.
We're ready.
Nobody has their shoes on, look.
Boys,
‐shoes. I don't want to wear shoes.
Can you...?
She's scared of any primary challengers,
‐and she should be. ‐Mm‐hmm.
Either way, she's gonna lose the next election cycle.
‐ ‐Okay! Mommy's little monsters,
let's all get our shoes on. Let's get ready.
Let's get jackets. Let's not be late
‐for Nana's party, okay? Mm‐hmm.
Hi, my little baby. ‐Is it dead?
Okay! ‐
Okay, boys! Come on.
Don't touch that.
Let's put our shoes on, huh? Let's get ready to go.
You look beautiful.
You made it.
You know how much I love glad‐handing.
Well, this isn't glad‐handing.
: This is ass‐kissing.
Well, at least you called him an asshole on national television.
That's sure to spice up the evening.
Congresswoman.
He'd like to see you.
‐ ‐I'll get you a drink.
Thank you.
Piano player's a nice touch.
I'm sure Marla's over the moon.
Nora saw you on TV.
It's pretty harsh words
for someone who came to your wedding.
‐What was the exact quote, Nora? ‐"It's no surprise
"that President Campbell wouldn't heed my call
"to take Internet hate speech seriously.
"That would require alienating
"some of his most vocal supporters.
Like the KKK."
The KKK, Jennifer. Really?
Go on.
‐I was there. I know what I said. ‐"He's an old‐school politician
‐from a bygone era." ‐Really, Jen?
You've been in Congress for two decades...
"Who expects me to shut up and listen.
"I think I'll listen to the experts.
The president has never been a woman on the Internet."
‐You called me sexist. ‐I was asked. I answered.
You're off the clock.
James still wants to talk about Oklahoma.
What's going on in Oklahoma?
A bomb went off.
Domestic terrorists with ties
to the American Freedom Coalition.
Casualties?
Miraculously just the assholes involved.
Blew themselves up by accident.
Well, want to place any bets as to their Internet activity?
Tell him I'll call him from the car
on the way back to the Residence.
Oh, and, um...
stall for me with Marla for a minute, would you?
Yes, Mr. President.
But you never used to wave the lady card.
‐We all respected the hell out of you for that. ‐Hmm...
"The lady card."
I don't want to fight in the press.
You think you're the only one who doesn't like Nazis?
We can work together on this.
You had the opportunity to work with me, you passed.
‐Oh, come on, you would've hated that job. ‐Oh?
‐Tell me more. ‐I wanted you for it, you know that.
There were a lot of voices in the room.
Don't bullshit me, Ted.
You floated that idea to the press
so you could get a cookie
for being such a moderate hero.
You got all the political points
without having to actually do anything.
‐That's how you see me. ‐You're a politician.
And what are you?
Believe it or not,
considering a spot in your administration
didn't play as well for me as it did for you.
I like you, Jennifer.
I want us to be friends again.
We will be.
In about two and a half years.
I'm gonna need you to work on Saturday.
Joey's got his daughter's first communion.
I can't. Sorry.
‐Why not? ‐I don't want to.
I told her about us.
Shut up. You did not.
What did she say?
Entitled little shits.
Ryan‐‐ the kid I was telling you about‐‐
I gave Ryan a "C" on his term paper,
because it was objectively terrible.
I mean, he uses semicolons all the time.
Literally no discernible reason to use a semicolon.
It's like he's decorating the page.
‐Mm‐hmm, mm‐hmm, mm‐hmm. ‐Thanks.
And this motherfucker asks to talk to me after class.
Well, semicolons are tricky.
Whoa. What is this?
‐Grilled cheese. ‐I can see that.
Three different cheeses‐‐ cheddar, jack, and goat‐‐
and there's, uh, tomato in there, too.
Mmm.
Um, so, Ryan...
Ryan tells me he's gonna get the professor involved,
because he claims that I'm biased against him.
Holy shit. This is amazing.
Yeah, you are biased. You told me you hate his face.
Yeah, well, he told the professor
that he thinks I'm "out to get him"
because I, apparently,
used the phrase "white privilege" the other week,
and he claims that I was looking right at him when I said it.
Man, what a dick.
What about you? How was Freddy?
‐You get him in the jacket? ‐Uh, yeah.
Sort of.
Whoa.
Ten‐year‐olds shouldn't be claustrophobic, right?
Like, what happened to you, Freddy?
I think I should come with you to Australia.
I think I should come.
What? What about your show?
‐I thought Joel said yes. ‐Yeah, I know.
Only if I can get it down to 45 minutes.
So get it down to 45 minutes.
No, there's no way. That's like...
That's like "burning chair," "straitjacket tank,"
‐and, like, one other thing and that's it. ‐So cut "straitjacket tank."
I'm not‐‐ What?
Hey, that's the whole thing.
That's‐that's the history of magic.
It's the point of the‐‐ I'm not gonna...
Uh...
Look, I can work on this from anywhere.
Sorry, you don't want me to come?
Babe, of course I want you to come.
Yeah, visit, but...
Yeah, but an hour on a shitty stage
in the back of a magic shop...
This is the biggest opportunity you've had.
Open it.
It's, um, it's bedouin.
It's turn of the century.
What are you...
Yeah. This makes sense.
‐Us. You and me. ‐Yorick.
Look, I know, I know I'm a bit of a mess.
‐Babe... ‐And I know you think I don't know what I want,
but I do.
I want you.
It's all I've ever wanted.
We can go to the courthouse,
or we can have 600 people at the MoMA.
I'll friggin' do it tonight. I don't...
Whatever you want, okay? But, just, Beth,
let's be us forever, okay?
Fucking marry me.
I can't just ask you to drop your life and move to Australia.
Yes, you can. Please ask me.
You can't just give me a ring and...
‐Yeah, it's not just a ring. ‐No, it's bedouin.
Yeah, you said you didn't want a diamond.
‐You said diamonds are... ‐You can't come to Australia
and be, what, my professional fiancé?
We are 27.
Oh, come on. My parents were young when they got married.
So, what, are you gonna just sit in the apartment
while I go to school?
And stall for another year on your show?
No, I'll help you. And, yeah, I'll work on my show.
I'm pretty sure Australians like magic.
‐You'll be bored, and you'll blame me. ‐Bored?
‐What are you talking about? ‐You think you won't, but you will,
‐and you'll hold me back. ‐Hold you ba...
Hold you back from what?
From meeting people, from diving in.
Sorry, from meeting‐meeting people?
Yorick.
Oh, my God. Yeah.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, go.
‐Meet people. Fucking Hemsworths and shit. ‐Oh, you're being an asshole.
I'm‐I'm being an asshole?
You're an asshole!
Oh, my God. You're giving me shit about my show?
I didn't have time to work today
because you want to know what I was doing, Beth?
I was packing your shit, uh‐huh, and then, yeah,
‐I was getting your dry cleaning. ‐
And then I was getting cheese to make your dinner.
And then I just fucking proposed to you,
and you tell me you want to go to Australia to meet people!
Mm‐hmm. What are you doing?
‐ ‐What are you... Where are you going?
Could you just shut up?!
I didn't ask you to get my dry cleaning,
‐and I didn't ask you to pack for me. ‐I know. I know, I know.
I did it 'cause I'm a nice guy and I love you,
even though you make me very fucking angry. Can we‐‐ no,
can you please just‐‐ can we talk about this?
: I love you.
I have papers to grade.
Can we j‐‐ No. What am I...
What am I supposed to do here, Beth? I can't...
Am I supposed to chase after you?
I'll be back in a few hours.
‐No, can you just... ‐
Goddamn it!
‐I swear to... ‐
: Shit.
What's the threat?
This one's a marathon.
I'll brief you in a couple weeks.
Who am I?
Agent Sarah Burgin.
Secret Service.
Armed wallpaper?
She's a patriot.
Like you.
Sarah.
It's a good name for wallpaper.
What are you doing?
I don't know, uh, I thought I heard...
‐I got it. Thank you. ‐Ah.
I am so sorry this turned into me doing errands.
Ah, it's cool.
It's a big flex.
This is not a flex, okay?
My boss needs this for work tomorrow.
Listen, I'm honored. I've never picked up
a congresswoman's dry cleaning on a date before.
I'm sorry.
I'm kidding.
That dress is very, uh,
blue.
It's her power color.
I need to get one of those.
Yeah, you sure do.
I think it's a little late to catch that movie.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Let's get some food. What are you in the mood for?
Maybe Italian?
‐I know a place near... ‐
Holy shit!
What the fuck?
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Are you?
Was that a police horse?
Where's the cop?
‐Come on. Come on. ‐
Oh!
Uh, let's get the fuck out of here.
We're thinking of built‐ins
for the den. Laurie knows a guy on the Cape
that makes them out of old World War II vessels.
Well, the house is beautiful, Ken.
Would you excuse me for just a moment?
‐ ‐Oh!
‐Hey, wait, wait. No running, please. Sorry. ‐
Only kids at the party.
Kim. Nice to see you.
‐Where's your mom? ‐Oh, she's hiding.
Dad wanted to put a tent in the Rose Garden
‐and a 20‐piece orchestra. She's... ‐: Oh.
She's more understated.
‐Well, I'm very glad to be here. ‐Are you?
I thought you would have wanted to avoid
associating with women haters.
‐I... ‐I'm kidding.
‐How's Hero? ‐Fine. Good.
‐An EMT in New York. ‐Oh.
The last time I saw her was at the inauguration.
That was a fun night. Memorable.
She certainly enjoyed herself.
Oh, excuse me. Nicholas is double‐fisting desserts.
It's good to see you.
Ah‐ah‐ah, uh‐uh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No‐‐ okay, let's just do a few, okay?
Can you pick one? Okay, that's not one.
So sorry to interrupt,
but I need to borrow my husband.
Nice talking to you.
A solid 15 minutes on oil futures.
I can't do it, Jen.
‐I don't know how you can. ‐
Yorick's landlord called this morning.
He didn't pay the rent.
I wired him some money.
We got to stop bailing him out.
What, you want him living with you?
Doing magic in the basement?
‐: No. ‐No?
I set up the guest bedroom.
Oh, I have a room at the Jefferson.
‐Well, you didn't have to. ‐I wasn't sure.
‐I have to leave early anyway. ‐Okay, okay.
I miss you.
But I'm an asshole.
You are, but...
This is stupid. This isn't us.
I forgive you. Or I can.
I was working all the time.
‐None of this is your fault. ‐Well,
I'm not saying that. I‐I...
It's just maybe...
you've punished yourself enough?
Maybe I've punished you enough.
This time apart...
Jen.
We can keep it as quiet as you want.
Wait till after the midterms.
But I spoke to Martin.
They're starting the toasts.
We'll be right in.
You talked to a lawyer.
Ask me for a divorce.
I'd like to hear you say it.
There's a good way to do this.
I love you. I always will.
But it is time.
When the kids were little, Marla used to write
these little notes, and she put them
in their shoes.
Sometimes there was glitter involved, right?
The whole house was glitter back then.
I think just about every dress Kimber wore
until she was 15 was covered in it.
15? Try 25.
Marla, you made our children's lives magical.
Always. And it's been a great pleasure
to watch you these past few years
as you've become a mother to this country.
America's lucky to have you.
I'm lucky to have you.
Happy birthday, darling.
‐ ‐
Oh, you're still working.
The party place rented our bounce house
to some other family.
‐They're offering me Paw Patrol. ‐
Conner's gonna freak.
I'll have Maggie call in the morning.
Don't make your assistant call.
What else she gonna do?
If Maggie tweets that she spent the day
‐calling party suppliers... ‐I'll do it.
‐Come here. Come here, come here, come here, come here. ‐I...
Long day?
The longest.
Tomorrow will be longer.
Daddy!
You want to take this one?
She wants you.
Daddy!
You're okay, sweetie.
I'm coming.
I‐I had a bad dream, I...
Put your blanket back, come on.
You're okay, it's just a dream.
No, it‐it was real.
Shh... come on.
How did she take it?
She was upset.
Hurt.
But she gets it, I think. Or she will.
It hasn't been working for a while.
When'd you do it?
Before work.
How?
I don't want to talk about her, okay?
I mean, can't we be happy for a solid minute? Huh?
I did the thing.
Hey.
I did the thing.
I will be back in a second.
‐ ‐
‐Hey, buddy. ‐
What you doing out here?
Huh?
You got a person?
Hey.
Okay.
‐ ‐You... stay.
There's a dog out here.
Oh, your wife is texting you. She, uh,
wants to know when you're gonna be home.
And can you please get diapers on the way?
‐Fairway's open 24 hours. ‐
I am gonna tell her.
‐I don't give a shit what you do. ‐Don't say that.
Don't. It's not that simple. We have a kid.
I want to tell her.
‐You know, I'm not trying to hurt you. ‐Well, you can't hurt me.
You're a 40‐year‐old paramedic
with a wife who doesn't want to fuck him
and a baby that you never wanted in the first place.
Well, if I'm such a piece of shit, why are you so angry?
Hmm?
You know what? Get out.
‐What? Okay, stop. ‐Get out. Walk home, okay?
Get out. Get‐get out.
‐Are you serious? ‐Yes. Get out!
Stop!
Get out.
‐Jesus Christ! ‐Get out!
I'm sorry I'm not rushing to blow up a marriage
‐to run off with some traumatized... ‐Get out!
Ow!
‐Fuck! ‐Get out.
‐Do not! ‐Get out!
Oh, there you are, you fucking coward.
Coward? Huh? Coward?
‐Coward? ‐Get off me! Get out! Get out!
Get... out!
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God. Uh... uh...
Hey, you're okay. You're okay.
‐ ‐You're okay. You're okay.
It's okay. You're okay. You're okay.
Stay with me. Hey, stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, my God.
They're gonna try to strong‐arm you.
A billion dollars for satellites
and establishing supremacy in space.
Ronald Reagan Star Wars bullshit.
It's absurd, and you should fight them.
Can someone grab me a cup of coffee?
‐Yes, ma'am. ‐: Thank you.
Of course.
Oh, not on the floor, please.
Yeah.
I'll have a draft on your desk by 9:00.
He'll want to make his changes, but I think we're almost there.
Mackenzie! Conner! Let's go! You're late!
Sorry. My son crawled in bed with us at 4:00 in the morning.
Nobody slept very well.
I'll see you at the office.
Ah, fuck!
We're late for school!
There's a dead dog out here.
When was the vehicle reported missing?
Roger that.
Moving in.
Is anybody in there?
Hello?
Hey, can you get your brother?
He's in my room with Daddy.
They're still asleep.
Israeli jet fighters...
‐Sir? ‐Hmm?
There's been a mass casualty event in Israel.
‐We need to move you right away. ‐Are we in any danger?
What's going on?
They want to move us into the Sit Room.
There's a distress call out of Israel.
Distress call? About what?
We can't get 'em back on the line. No one's picking up.
No one's answering in Israel?
Mr. President, your nose.
Hmm?
Oh, I have a tissue.
Shit.
No, I'm‐I'm fine.
Oh, my God. Help!
‐We need help over here! ‐Mr. President?!
Help! We need help here!
Listen, can you hear me?
Come on, guys.
It's time.
Can you hear me? Mr. President?
‐ ‐I need a defib!
‐Where's the fucking defib?! ‐
Help me!
Please!
: My boy.
Mom?
Get out!
Oh, my boy!
Help me!
No!
My boy!
My boy.
Please don't take my boy!
Help me!
Oh, my God.
No!
‐You think it's a weapon? ‐I don't know.
Where's the vice president?
Flight to London. We'll get him on the ground.
Is this everyone? Where's Emily?
‐ ‐Lisa. Lisa, come on.
Air Force Two just fell out of the sky, crashed
into the Atlantic Ocean.
‐When? ‐Three minutes ago.
It's everywhere.
Underground. Now. Come on.
‐ ‐No.
‐No. No. ‐Look at me.
Look at me. Breathe.
Thank you.
Put it away. Put it away.
Let's go.
Put this on. Put this on your face.
Stay with me. Focus.
You're gonna be okay. Let's go.
Oh.
Fuck.
Dude.
Beth?
Babe?
What the fuck?
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