The hell is this?
There's a secure online database where the intelligence we need is stored.
It's encrypted to the point where I can't even access it
unless I have this book.
- So it's a cipher. - Yeah.
The crypto wallet that the LFS was using,
there's been several new deposits that have been made this week.
They're planning something else.
Corepoint Dynamics. Does that sound familiar?
The company wasn't linked to the crypto wallet,
so I thought it was completely unrelated.
This is definitely the company that paid for the White House attacker.
I've been hunting Zapata for a long time. I'll take him off the board.
All you need to do is point me in the right direction.
He's hiding in one of three potential locations.
It's all right there.
The crypto transaction Jay flagged was payment to a shipping company,
Albertelli Maritime.
Peter, you coming?
Thank you.
- Dad? - We're good, right?
You have Brian Mott's personal cell phone in your possession?
I'm putting you on disciplinary leave pending a further investigation.
I know there was top-secret intel on his phone.
But that phone is in evidence now.
You've been acting strange all day. I know when something's bothering you.
It's Jacob Monroe.
I didn't assess you as someone that I could make a deal with.
What changed?
Orders.
Adam, I need you to come get me.
Actually, you better come to me.
So we'll just see what happens on Super Tuesday.
So you still like your chances, huh?
We do, actually.
We'd like them better if we had your continued financial support.
I'm sorry, Richard, but at the moment, I'm in a wait-and-see kind of mood.
I thought Berke was a lock.
Just keep hitting them with that gorgeous smile.
Oh, Brennan.
Jacob.
I'm glad you made it.
You put on a lovely event here, Jenny.
Although the attendance seems thin.
Oh, by design.
We wanted to do something
for our supporters who've been with us from the start.
I suppose it's hard to back a horse when the odds aren't in its favor.
- Odds can change. - Don't I know it.
It's what I love about politics
and horse racing.
Then why don't you double your bet while the odds are in your favor?
Double? I don't know, Jenny.
Whatever you're feeling.
I was thinking six million to start?
To the Super PAC?
Jacob, thank you. Wow, that's incredibly generous.
I think with some creative accounting, we can get it straight to the campaign.
I mean, that'd be more useful for you both, no?
It's a gorgeous night. Why don't we step outside?
Well, after you.
Yes, sorry. Creative accounting, that sounds a lot like fraud.
Well, it doesn't have to be,
with the right banker at the right bank.
Who do you think we are?
A very ambitious couple that I think would be great for this country.
It would require your participation, of course.
Meaning?
A legitimate pass-through.
A non-profit… like yours.
My charity?
What? Why?
We're in this together, aren't we?
Mutually assured destruction.
If you choose to view it that way.
You shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Yeah, tell that to the Trojans.
Even a whisper of this would sink our campaign.
What campaign, Jenny?
You've lost the early primaries, no key endorsements.
Enthusiasm is waning,
and they haven't even seen the internal polls I have.
Hello, glue factory.
Just so I understand…
what exactly are you proposing?
A partnership.
- No. - Yeah.
What happened?
He shot himself in the head.
Yeah, I see that. What… what the fuck, man?
I… I should've caught it. I should've caught it.
I was hoping he'd come through like he did with Hutson.
What are you talking about?
After you went MIA, he started cooperating.
He was able to leverage Hutson to give us real intel on Zapata.
Potential hideouts,
the name of the company he uses for his global arms trade.
Albertelli Maritime Shipping.
- You ever heard of that? - No.
Operates up and down the Eastern Seaboard.
I was gonna run it down after I brought him in, but then…
Then what, he offered you a deal?
You know, I searched for you for two full hours. That's all I found.
And then he tells me he knows who took you.
All I had to do in exchange was to bring him here, get some documents.
He goes in there,
works through his papers, pulls out a gun…
and I was too slow.
Did he say anything? Before he, uh…
No, nothing.
But after the way he and Isabel left things, I think maybe…
Maybe he finally came to terms with everything he'd done.
Yeah.
Isabel?
She's at your place.
I haven't told her.
I was gonna call it in, but then I heard from you.
I figured you decide the next steps.
Yeah, call it in.
I'll let her know.
This is not on Isabel. You let her know.
I will.
I figure you got the bastard who's been after us.
He took himself out of play.
Voluntarily?
Call it in, Adam.
I'll explain it later.
Damn it.
Peter?
It's Chelsea.
Hello?
Peter's not here.
Do you know where he is?
Who are you?
My name's Chelsea Arrington. I'm a friend of his.
I've been trying to call him, but he isn't answering.
Please, I really need his help.
Help with what?
It's complicated. I just… I need to talk to him.
He's not here.
When will he be back?
I don't know.
Okay.
Um, look, if you see him, please tell him to call Chelsea back ASAP.
Tell him it's about Corepoint.
What about Corepoint?
We have drones surveilling all three of Zapata's possible hideouts.
Still no visual confirmation.
Mr. President, if you don't mind me asking,
how reliable was this intelligence?
- Very. - Then this is an easy conversation.
We bomb all three.
The potential for escalation if we hit three separate compounds
is extraordinarily high.
Massive collateral damage, women, children.
I'm more concerned with American women and children.
This guy is planning an imminent attack on domestic soil.
Agreed. We need to strike now.
The body count we have on him likely doesn't even scratch the surface.
If we lose him...
Then don't lose him.
General,
do you believe that you have everything you need
to carry out a successful operation?
I do, sir.
And do you think you'd be able to do so on a dime?
Yes, sir.
Monitor all three locations. Wait for confirmation.
I want you poised to strike the second I order it.
Mr. President...
We're not bombing blind.
We will not build peace from the bricks of collateral damage,
especially women and children.
Not in my presidency.
Thank you, everyone.
I think you should have listened to Kimbal and Gardner.
It's not a time to waver. This is a legacy moment.
A legacy moment?
Well, we've had a few of those today.
I got a call earlier.
Monroe is no longer an issue.
Richard…
How often did they meet?
We're still off the record, right?
You don't have to keep on checking.
At least a dozen times.
I think the First Lady was leaking intelligence via Mott to an outside party.
Corepoint Dynamics,
owned by Jacob Monroe.
God, I swear I know that name.
Look familiar?
Yeah, actually.
He visited POTUS, uh, before the election.
On the campaign trail. He was a donor or something.
They seemed friendly.
So why would he hire someone to attack the First Lady?
Peter said this guy is an intelligence broker?
I mean, maybe he turned the First Lady, or the president.
He said the online drive contained evidence of his entire operation.
Proof of every intelligence agent and politician on his payroll.
Insurance, in case he got caught.
So if he and the First Family had any kind of dirty relationship,
the evidence is in there.
But it's encrypted by a book of fairy tales.
I know, it sounds crazy.
Yeah, doesn't mean it's not true.
Behind me.
Whoa.
Chelsea?
Peter, are you hurt? Where have you been?
Is that his copy? With the misprints?
Yeah.
It's, uh…
- Chelsea, what are you doing here? - Things got complicated in D.C.
Isabel brought me up to speed on everything.
I thought I had a shitty week.
Yeah, uh…
Love to hear about it, but…
Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a minute?
Yeah. Just give me a second.
Isabel.
Did he tell you how to unlock this thing?
- I… I can't figure it out. - Hey.
Can I talk to you outside?
What's wrong?
Did something happen?
What?
Adam was bringing your father into custody,
and, um…
he got hold of a gun.
Just say it.
He took his own life.
Look, I'm sorry,
but, uh…
he's gone, Isabel.
I just got Chase back to sleep.
Any news on Zapata?
No. Still no confirmation of his exact location.
If we wait too long...
- If I wait too long. - Right.
If you wait too long,
you risk missing an opportunity to give those families justice
and define your presidency.
Maybe.
Or maybe it'll be overshadowed by the news that my wife's charity
illegally laundered money into my presidential campaign.
- Where's my cheese plate? - I had Alma take it away.
I didn't want it to just sit.
- I'll make you something. - No. It's fine.
I'm not hungry.
How about you drop the petulant schoolboy attitude
so we can assess the situation and troubleshoot?
Troubleshoot?
I think historians and impeachment prosecutors prefer the word "cover-up."
It's called crisis management. I don't like how you're framing this.
How am I supposed to frame it? You've been lying to me for two years.
Bolstering you.
And I was not the only one who withheld, by the way.
No, it's not even remotely the same thing.
A donation? A bit of oppo in exchange for a line item veto as… as governor?
That's just politics.
You? You made a deal with the devil and thought he'd never come to collect.
What did he want in return?
- He didn't say at first. - What did he want?
Access to the presidential daily brief.
Oh my God.
You were losing in the primary,
and suddenly things turned around.
What do you think happened, luck?
Uh, we… we pivoted? We… we tweaked the messaging?
- No! - Targeted ad buys?
I secured your most reliable donor
so that you had the freedom and the bandwidth
to do the important work that got us all the way to the White House
and your nightly fucking cheese plate!
I didn't need your help to win.
You needed a miracle.
And I got you one.
Yeah, but you did... You should have talked to me.
I wanted your hands clean.
Yeah? And how's that going?
Lately, I have thought a lot
about whether I would make the same decision again.
And would you?
Every fucking time.
Look at where we are,
where you are.
But I should've told you.
That's where I went wrong.
We've always done everything in lockstep, and I violated that bond.
I thought I was helping.
I'm so sorry.
Lockstep?
It's how we've always done it.
How we built our life, our family, how we got here.
Then that's how we'll stay here.
No. I don't believe it.
Isabel, I saw him.
- He wouldn't have done that. - He was sick.
Maybe he was more sick than he was letting on, and he decided...
He thought he was never going to die.
He always thought there was another card to play.
Always. He never gave up.
Isabel…
Peter, Adam is lying.
Did you see him?
- Did you see him pull the trigger? - No.
If you or Adam or anyone in your program
wanted to kill someone and make it seem like it was a suicide, could you do it?
Yes.
Yes, but I… I can't imagine that Adam...
Adam?
Does he have a cabin Upstate?
Yeah.
Why?
Earlier this year, the president went to see him.
Said he was an old friend.
You're not just a regular FBI agent anymore, are you?
Who runs your program, Peter?
The president?
Yes.
I was recruited by Travers after Camp David.
- And now you answer to Hagan. - Yeah.
You were suspicious of Hagan,
even when I bumped into you at the White House. Why?
A month before the election, you remember that tape that got leaked?
The one that got Knox to drop out of the presidential race?
- And got Hagan elected? - Yeah.
Monroe was the one who gave Hagan's campaign that tape.
He made Hagan president?
If POTUS and/or FLOTUS colluded
with a suspected terrorist to swing an election,
they would do anything to cover that up.
Yeah. And use an old friend to help.
Okay, but why would Adam take Monroe here first, then?
Why would he invite me to the scene of the crime?
- Why not just cover it up? - Are you saying you believe him?
I don't know.
I don't.
Okay? But I...
Hold on.
Shit.
Jay's trying to leave the hospital against medical advice.
I gotta go talk to him.
- You need a ride? - Yeah, I just gotta change first.
I'm coming with.
Are you sure?
- Mr. President. - Trent.
You're up early.
Yes, sir. There's a lot to do with this...
Mott investigation, yes.
That's actually something I wanted to discuss. Uh…
Sort of feels like it's run its course, don't you think?
Renee. So sorry to drag you in here at this ungodly hour.
Any time away from home's a blessing these days.
There's a story developing, something we wanna get ahead of.
It involves…
…Agent Arrington.
Taking another person's life…
I can only imagine that her strange behavior
was trying to make sense of a sad situation
involving a very disturbed man.
I came to you because you're someone we…
…can trust to exercise discretion.
Okay, well, it's not really protocol.
Usually, we'd let the investigation play out,
let this come through official channels. I'm just…
…trying to protect you as best we can.
This investigation allows us to determine our vulnerabilities,
protect against a similar attack in the future.
Even if that determination puts your position at risk?
Jenny and I know how lucky we are to have you, Trent.
You are…
…a star, he says.
I mean, he even... Well, I shouldn't,
but whatever.
You know how Simmons is retiring next year?
Yeah.
Someone has to take his House seat,
and I may have seen your name on a rather short list.
We thought this was something to get ahead of, but if you think otherwise,
we'll defer to your instincts.
Uh, Mrs. Hagan.
Maybe…
…you're right.
Might be best for all of us just to move on.
Yeah?
I was on the fence, but I'm glad you agree that this is the…
…best course of action.
But Theo…
Conflict of interest. We'll deal with it without him.
Instincts, I love it.
Thanks, Trent.
I got a call about him trying to leave or something.
- Name? - Jay Batra, B-A-T-R-A.
Someone will bring him out in a bit.
- I'm sorry, how long is a bit? - As long as it is.
It's okay, ma'am.
Any luck?
No.
I have to get out of here.
What's going on? Isabel, are you okay?
Peter.
- Go. I'll check on her. - Yeah, thanks.
What was that about?
Uh, I'll tell you later. You okay?
Am I okay? You ever been shot, man?
- Yeah. - Oh.
- Well, then you know that shit hurts. - So, what's going on?
You were trying to get out, escape? What are you doing?
I knew that's the only way they'd call you.
There's been new activity in the LFS crypto wallet.
- I know. The second attack, the deposits... - No, not those.
Show me your phone.
Think I'll have a cool scar when this heals?
No.
Are you shitting me? What's the point of getting shot, then?
Okay, here.
It's a list of all the activity on the blockchain in the crypto wallet.
Look at the most recent one.
It's a withdrawal earlier today.
It's a Bitcoin ATM at a pharmacy in Salem, New Jersey.
Uh, Salem, that's, uh… that's a shipping town.
Let's see if Zapata's company runs out of there.
Thank you.
You know, um, sometimes it's easier to say the hard stuff to strangers.
I didn't know him all that well.
But the more I found out…
He…
He was a sad, pathetic, awful man.
It doesn't mean you don't get to feel sad or angry or confused or scared,
or all of the above.
He doesn't deserve it, you know? Not a single fucking tear.
I'm gonna crack this thing open.
And I'm gonna make sure the world knows exactly who he really was.
Uh, Chelsea, this is Jay.
- You good? - Yeah, I'll be okay.
Peter told me.
Your dad, he was an interesting guy.
You know, it was kind of complicated, obviously, between us.
Kidnapped me, was a terrorist.
Anyway…
- Yeah, I'm sorry. - Thanks.
Jay caught a withdrawal from an LFS crypto wallet at a Bitcoin ATM.
Albertelli Maritime Shipping that operates nearby.
Whatever they're smuggling in, they're smuggling it through there.
- I'm gonna go check it out, do some recon. - I'll be backup.
Isabel's gonna break open the drive.
Might as well make myself useful in the meantime.
Hold on.
What drive?
It's a cloud drive. It's my father's.
It contains a full ledger of his criminal activity,
but it's encrypted in this book.
Okay, so like a book cipher?
Except that doesn't work.
Yeah, a guy like your dad,
I'd be surprised if there was just one layer of encryption.
Did you try, like, a simple substitution?
ROT13, Caesar cipher?
What, am I the only one who likes puzzles?
Okay, just let me try, okay?
Forensics is still processing the scene, but the FBI cleared Adam.
- So he'll meet us up in Salem. - Okay.
Jay and I will head to The Register.
But be careful with Adam, both of you, yeah?
Who's Adam?
- Hey. - Hey.
What is this?
- Who gave you that? - One of the interns.
You shouldn't have seen it. Conflict of interest.
We're taking care of it.
No, you can't print this, Renee. It's all lies.
Look, I don't know what Chelsea's been up to,
and it sounds like you don't either,
but our job's to serve the president and handle the narrative.
So fall in line or step aside.
Yeah, they say he came in yesterday during your shift.
2:13 p.m.
Tell her he would've been using that thing right there.
2:13.
Okay. My boss says she's checking the tape. Hang on.
Can you let her know we're in a rush, please?
He says they're in a rush.
She says she's not a fucking magician.
Thanks.
I don't know who Theo is, but that's four times in ten minutes.
I'd answer it or file a restraining order.
It's just my fiancé.
You're engaged? Congratulations.
Yeah, he's great.
But?
He just, uh… He's a fix-it guy.
You know, he sees a problem, he has to fix it.
Sometimes it's great, but this time I needed him to just listen to me,
and instead he went behind my back.
- Tried to fix it? - Yeah, really fucked things up for me.
That sucks, Chelsea, but…
at least you have somebody that cares enough to try.
Trust me.
- Hey. - Hey.
Owner's pulling the security footage from the time of the ATM withdrawal.
And Isabel?
How'd she take the news?
You know.
Where is she now?
She's with… She's with Jay. They're trying to get into Monroe's drive.
At the apartment?
I think so, yeah.
You think so? What does that mean?
Come on, I thought we were past this part. If it's need-to-know, look me in the eye.
- Tell me. - It's not that.
I know at some point they were planning to go to The Financial Register.
I just don't know when exactly.
- Filing a story? - No.
Just sorting through the facts.
Are we good?
- Yes. - Yeah?
Yeah, we're good.
Adam, this is Chelsea Arrington.
Arrington, yeah, Secret Service. You were on the news the other night.
We've met before, actually.
At my cabin. Yeah, POTUS's detail.
Did he send you here to babysit us?
Just helping out a friend.
What'd you find?
These are our guys.
Great. Let's go to the port, ask some questions, see if anybody can ID 'em.
I'll ride with Adam.
Hey, you good?
Yeah.
I can't be stopped! It's too late!
I am the tickle monster, and I got you!
I cannot be stopped!
"Mayden" with a Y instead of an I.
Yeah, so like I said, if I was your father,
I would encrypt this one step further.
- How would that work? - Mono-alphabetic substitution.
Basically, to decode a message,
you shift the entire alphabet left or right by a fixed value.
It could be a number, but in this day and age, a word's better.
How so?
Just easier for a human to remember, harder for a computer to guess, so…
It's kinda genius when you think about it.
A substitution cipher with a keyword only your father knows
on top of a book cipher tied to a rare misprint…
There is no way anybody's getting through there that's not supposed to.
Hence the problem.
Right.
Uh, anything stand out as being really important to him?
Power? Money? Terrorism?
No, I mean something important to him.
Something personal, something he wouldn't forget.
It's strange.
He tried to give me this book the first time that I met him,
when I was 15, when he was trying to claw his way into my life.
But it's weird. Why would he use this as a...
Key to his doomsday files?
Guess he was sentimental like that?
Let's try "Isabel."
- Look up the next word. - Uh…
"Sillver." Two Is.
Try that.
Figures.
Middle of the day and it's a ghost town.
Maybe the money was just to make sure this place was empty.
Hey, look. Last dock on the south end.
Yeah, those are our guys.
What do you think's in those coolers?
Is sashimi too much to hope for?
I'm gonna go get a closer look.
You guys stay here, keep watch. Go comms on, okay?
Clear.
They're loading the coolers into the trucks.
They're filled with some sort of red plastic explosive.
Semtex.
Truck full of it could wipe out a city block.
Shit. I'll call for backup.
Brooklyn Bridge.
Empire State.
Rafael and I will take care of Grand Central.
And you two will get things started in Times Square.
Let's go!
I think one of the trucks is leaving.
We gotta stop it.
- Get out of the way. - You work here?
No.
How'd you get in?
I've been waiting for like 15 minutes for someone to show up.
I've got a delivery coming any moment. Where are they?
We don't know anything about your delivery.
Okay, well then tell me who does.
Who is this dumb-ass?
Oh, pendejo, huh?
You think I don't know what that means?
Move your car.
That… that means move, right?
I will count to three.
Yeah, in English or Spanish?
If you aren't in your car by tres…
Oh shit. Whoa, whoa. Hey, whoa.
All right, I'm just gonna call Chris in the office.
Happens all the time.
He's gonna sort it out, right?
I mean, this...
What's happening?
This guy is in our way.
Hey, turn around.
Turn around.
He was at the casino.
He's a Fed!
Grab him!
Shit.
Adam, where are you?
South side. Can't shake 'em.
No guns. The explosives.
Adam, there's a repair yard northwest of you.
See the green flag on that mast?
- I see it. - Get there.
Shit.
I'm here. Where are you?
- Just keep running. - Then what?
Just trust me.
You okay?
No, wait!
Peter, where are you?
They triggered the explosives. I gotta ditch this thing.
Shit.
Peter!
You okay?
"Dear Isabel, your mother told me about this book on our first date together."
"I hope one day we can return to that bookshop in her memory."
Why would he write an inscription? Totally destroys the value.
Unless the writing itself is more valuable.
Try that.
Okay.
Look up the next word.
"Goldn." No E.
Here, try that.
How'd you know?
It's where he took my mom on their first date.
Oh, wow.
That is gonna take forever to get through.
Start with Corepoint Dynamics.
Excuse me, sir. How long do I have to wait here?
Not sure. Orders are to keep you here till we get you debriefed.
- I have to get back to my team. - It shouldn't be too much longer.
Okay.
Hey.
- We got the drive open. - Great. What'd you find?
Everything. President Hagan and the First Lady
go back years with my father.
He has so much stuff on them.
From money laundering to campaign finance violations,
all facilitated by Walcott Capital and Freya Myers.
That's the woman trying to murder us and bury the story.
- Just make copies of everything, okay? - That's just the tip of the iceberg.
There are thousands of files on there.
Names, dates, audio recordings, financial documents.
Your name is on there too, Peter.
Yeah, I know.
Uh, it's a long story, but…
Isabel, I need you to trust me, okay?
- I do. - Well, just secure everything.
I'll find Chelsea, and we'll come to you, okay?
You haven't been released.
Released? What...
You heard me.
Take a seat.
Okay, sorry.
- You found him? - We think so, sir.
A cell phone recovered from the LFS terrorists in New Jersey
made a call earlier today.
Pinged a tower near one of the three Zapata hideouts.
On your call, Mr. President.
Proceed.
Operation's green light.
T-minus 20 seconds to impact.
T-minus 10.
Five, four, three, two…
Ground team on standby, sir.
Send them in.
Ground team to go.
- Thank you. - You're good.
- Sir? - We got Zapata.
Ground team found his remains, confirmed his identity.
I'm going live in 15 to address the nation.
Hey, it was the right call, buddy,
bringing you into Night Action.
Oh, I wish I could take all the credit, sir, but that was a team effort.
Sutherland and Arrington, they deserve just as much praise.
Is that right?
Hey, is, uh, Arrington still with you?
Yeah, she's here. Why?
Adam, I need you to do one more thing for me.
And, um…
this one won't be easy.
Understood, yeah.
All good?
Yeah, a couple of scrapes, but I will live.
And I believe I have you to thank for that.
Oh, likewise.
Let's call it even, shall we?
That was Peter. He's still getting grilled in there,
but he wants us to, uh, check in with the guys at The Register.
He's gonna join us when he can.
Okay.
Hey.
Thank God you answered.
Listen, they're putting out a narrative framing you for colluding with Mott.
What?
The Hagans, they tried to hide it from me, but I got wind.
Are you safe?
Uh, I… I don't know where you are, but you should come home.
Yeah, everything's fine. I'm in New York visiting a friend,
but I'll let you know when I'm heading back.
New York? Okay.
I love you.
Yeah, I love you too.
All good?
Yeah.
My fiancé.
Still getting used to saying that.
Mazel.
Was that our exit?
Oh shit.
Yeah.
Uh, it's all good. We'll, uh… We'll grab the, uh, country road.
Excuse me. Have you seen my friend, Arrington?
She's Secret Service. You were talking to her over there earlier.
- Do you know where she went? - She went off with the other guy.
- This way? - That's right.
Thank you.
Shit.
- Hello? - Peter?
- Mr. President? - Sorry.
Probably should've led with that.
Someone usually dials on my behalf and announces me,
but I thought this would be better, just you and me.
I've been trying to reach Deputy Director Mosley, but he...
Yeah, Mosley's on another assignment.
He won't be reachable for a bit.
In fact, that's, uh, why I'm calling.
I'm not sure if you heard, but thanks to your fine work,
Raúl Zapata's dead.
And this case is pretty damn well closed. You've earned yourself a vacation.
Sir, I think this goes a lot further than Zapata and the LFS.
Jacob Monroe, yeah.
I heard.
But, uh, sounds like he also found some justice.
Self-inflicted, of course.
Sir, I have reason to believe that one of your night agents has gone rogue.
- He kidnapped Chelsea Arrington... - Adam is acting on my orders.
He's not the one I'm worried about.
I'm not sure what you think is happening here, Peter, so let me explain.
Chelsea has been acting erratic since the shooting.
She was put on leave, ran away from home,
from her fiancé.
She clearly isn't thinking straight.
Those are the facts.
I told Adam to bring her in before she does something she'll regret...
Chelsea is not the problem here.
Then what is the problem, in your estimation?
Sir…
I think you and your wife got mixed up with Monroe,
did some things you shouldn't have,
and now you're using Adam to cover your tracks.
That's quite the theory.
It's not a theory, sir. It's facts.
And I was raised to believe that those matter.
Stand down, agent.
That is an order from your commander-in-chief.
Can't do that.
Well, then I think that's treason, Peter.
Just like your father.
But, uh, apples and trees, I suppose.
With all due respect, sir…
fuck you.
My fellow Americans,
I stand here addressing the nation and the world
because today, at my direction,
the United States launched a narrowly targeted strike
against Raúl Zapata,
the arms dealer and terrorist leader
whose organization has directly caused the deaths
of thousands of men, women, and children,
as well as the recent victims of the attack on Flight Pima 12.
Raúl Zapata is dead at the hands of American forces.
Furthermore, the brave men and women of the FBI
have thwarted an intended attack against New York City
by an active cell of LFS terrorists.
No American law enforcement or service members
were harmed in these operations,
and there were no civilian casualties,
a detail that was of the utmost importance to me.
I leave you with this promise.
I will stop at nothing
to keep our people, our country, our families safe.
In the battle of good versus evil,
the chips have a habit of falling in our favor.
May God bless you,
may God bless our troops,
and may God bless these United States of America.