02x16 - Fallout

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Previously on Designated Survivor...

This is a dangerous moment.

Our goal must be to create lasting peace for both countries.

There's nothing about your father's nuclear program.

That's why we brought you in here.

He's not developing nuclear weapons.

He already has them.

Per the new agreement, you're responsible for dismantling the missiles.

Don't comply and my country will see that as a declaration of w*r.

Thank you for coming in, Simon.

You have been reporting confidential information.

It's called journalism.

I need phone records on a reporter named Simon Day.

Don't go through a phone company or leave a trail.

- I need a warrant...

- This is a time-sensitive issue, Chuck.

This intel is reliable?

Chatter started right after the treaty was signed.

So somewhere here in the US, there's a dirty b*mb?

- Yes, sir.

- Then we damn well better find it.

- Mr. President...

- Chairman Kim, I'll talk.

You'll listen.

Since we last spoke, we've gotten credible information that there's a dirty b*mb on US soil.

Chatter we've been monitoring about missing nuclear waste that's made its way to US shores.

It was probably used to make the b*mb.

What does that have to do with me?

The time stamp on the intelligence pertaining to the b*mb coincides with the execution of your treaty with West Hun Chiu.

A treaty you publicly criticized before the ink was dry.

Yes, because it was the result of naked American coercion.

But my country honors its international agreements.

Yes, now that the chairman has given his word, he considers this unfounded accusation a grave insult to him and to his country.

Mr.

Chairman, when we trace this b*mb back to East Hun Chiu, an insult will be your last concern.

Fabricated intelligence.

Threats.

I think I've had enough of this American hospitality.

Unfortunately, your departing flight has been delayed indefinitely.

On what grounds?

Safety.

Once the thr*at has been neutralized and you're no longer at risk, you and your delegation are free to go.

Until then, your security is of paramount importance to us.

Secret Service will escort you back to your cars.

Think he's lying?

Hard to say, sir.

Lying is his resting position.

Making him stay reduces the risk he detonates anything while he's here.

It reduces, not eliminates.

The b*mb could be anywhere.

When it explodes, we'll have no way to conclusively tie him to it.

If it explodes, sir.

Sir, Director Foerstel's here.

Aaron...

Sir, about the First Lady, I wanna express my condolences.

- I deeply regret...

- What do you have for me?

The principal concern is terror.

A dirty b*mb's designed to maximize that by using conventional expl*sives to disperse nuclear waste.

Knowing we aren't dealing with a live nuke isn't making me feel any better.

- What's the blast radius?

- Depends on the ordnance.

Several square blocks in a major American city could have to be cordoned off for the foreseeable future.

I don't need to tell you what an unprecedented catastrophe that would be.

So we've deployed every asset at our disposal to stop it.

I checked with the NRC about spent domestic fissile material.

Not a microgram is unaccounted for, which means that any radioactive waste would likely be of foreign origin.

Airport security is too tight.

No way a package like that gets across DHS.

We need to look at harbors.

Our west coast is our closest port of entry to Asia.

But sanctions restrict trade with East Hun Chiu to medical aid and foodstuffs.

All that trade is monitored and happens in three places.

Port of Charleston.

Port of New York.

Baltimore Harbor.

So we can narrow to search to the eastern seaboard.

Yes.

I know time is of the essence.

We could really use some assistance from the private sector with data mining.

We anticipated that for you.

Where's Dr.

Frost?

- Roosevelt Room, sir.

- Let's go.

Dr.

Andrea Frost.

John Foerstel, director of the FBI.

Nice to meet you.

Dr.

Frost was kind enough to let us use her platform, Lyra, to help find the b*mb.

We appreciate that.

I know what a robust investigative tool you have.

- May I have a moment?

- Of course.

Excuse us.

Please.

I didn't know I'd be working for the FBI.

Not for them, you're working with them.

Given the thr*at, we need as much synergy as possible.

I understand.

But I already refused to sell this technology to the government.

I'm aware of that.

I give you my word.

That we will not violate a single one of your trademarks or patents.

I have Fourth Amendment concerns, too.

This technology can be deeply invasive.

Andrea...

Bombs do not have constitutional rights.

We need...

I need you to help me find this one.

Yes, sir.

No.

I don't believe my father would do that.

He hid nuclear weapons from the world and lied about it.

Why wouldn't he detonate a b*mb on US soil?

Because he's not suicidal.

But he is homicidal.

- Isn't that why you wanted sanctuary?

- Yes.

And he hates this treaty.

But enough to att*ck America and plunge East Hun Chiu into a w*r he can't win?

You're assuming he thinks he wouldn't get caught.

He's smart enough to know he'd be a suspect.

The chairman is obsessed with survival.

Attacking America does not make that more likely.

Hannah?

How's the kid look?

Like he doesn't know more than what he told us.

We've got a lead, thanks to Andrea Frost.

Lyra?

Frost ascertained that spent nuclear fuel has gone missing in Slovakia.

She tracked a Bratislavan container ship to Baltimore Harbor yesterday - containing cesium.

Nuclear waste.

- Wait a minute.

We've narrowed it down to the DC metro area?

Worse.

I talked to the harbormaster.

- The containers are adjacent to...

- East Hun Chiu shipping containers.

East Hun Chiu could have offloaded the material to its own container after the Bratislavan container was already inspected.

Hannah!

- What happened?

- He just collapsed.

- Did you see him take anything?

- No, but I went to check my email.

Intel says the b*mb may be in the Port of Baltimore.

Follow that.

I'll go with him to the hospital.

I need an ambulance.

Joon?

Damn it.

If Moss leaked classified information, he may have committed a crime.

Then the president would like to consider appointing a special prosecutor.

I can't make that recommendation yet.

- You said we might have a case.

- We might.

The problem is the evidence.

- I need to know its provenance.

- Meaning what?

How'd you get it, Emily?

Moss may have endangered national security.

- Does it matter how we obtained the evidence?

- Unfortunately, it does.

Moss will fight back with every tool at his disposal.

We have to be scrupulous.

Let's connect the dots and we can talk about taking the next step.

Joon Kim's in stable condition at Walter Reed.

What'd he ingest?

We'll know after his stomach is pumped.

Contents'll go to the lab.

We can't assume it was self-administered.

Better hope it was, because we were protecting him.

If he was poisoned or injected, one of our own may have done it.

We're getting a radioactive signature from this East Hun Chiu container.

This intel is based solely on computer calculation?

I don't care how we got it.

Only if it's right.

Open it.

900 CPMs.

Meaning what?

A significant radiation source was just here, Agent Wells.

What kind?

The kind biological organisms shouldn't be near.

Get me the president.

We don't know what this is.

Correct.

So you need to get to the bunker.

What are we looking at?

Proof of spent nuclear fuel in the DC area that could be used to make a dirty b*mb.

All essential personnel are en route to Command Ops.

I need to talk to my kids.

They're safe in Yellowstone with your brother.

Call when you're safe.

I have to address the White House staff first.

Respectfully, sir, move your feet now, or I'll pick you up and carry you.

Phoenix is leaving the nest.

Come on.

Trey, thank you for taking the kids on this trip.

When you get this message, tell them I called.

I'll try again before they go to bed.

Thanks again.

Mike.

- General, what've you got?

- Since news of the dirty b*mb, East Hun Chiu has redeployed a large portion of its troops from the DMZ, dispersing them to its borders.

- They're protecting their coastline.

- Against possible invasion.

We've also detected movement of mobile m*ssile batteries - away from West Hun Chiu.

- Can they reach American shores?

Their long-range missiles have the capacity, Madam Vice President.

We just aren't sure what the payload will be.

They won't do anything as long as Chairman Kim's here.

He stays till we find the b*mb.

- We should go.

- Thank you.

- Where's Seth?

- Standing by.

You need to decide what to tell the public and when.

Circumstantial evidence of a thr*at doesn't require disclosure.

No, but hunkering in a bunker with your cabinet and senior staff - might interest Americans.

- This wasn't my choice.

It was demanded by the Secret Service.

And if we let the t*rror1st know he's been discovered, he'll likely detonate the b*mb early.

If we follow this path, we could stop this without any loss of life.

Either way you cut it, sir, it's a calculated risk.

A risk I'm willing to take.

- Tell Seth to run interference.

- Yes, sir.

Huh.

Dying of radiation poisoning interferes with my grand plan.

- Which is?

- Living to 130.

The president has tabled his meeting with House leadership to talk about the energy bill until next week.

Wasn't an agreement struck?

The White House wanted more time to dot all the I's.

The schedule changed.

The president will not attend tonight's performance of Richard Il at the Kennedy Center.

Why not?

Uh, I guess he just likes plays in which the head of state isn't deposed or m*rder*d.

Yeah.

I noticed the Speaker canceled his weekly radio address.

I don't work for the Speaker.

And the FAA logs show the Speaker's in Michigan.

But Congress is still in session.

Seems something's going around.

I only talk about the president's schedule.

You can reach out to the Speaker's office to talk about his.

More soon, everybody.

Thanks.

- Hey.

- Hey...

How you doing?

I'm terrified my last meal is gonna be a stale bear claw.

It won't be.

This is precautionary.

Tom, they won't even let me tell my mom what's going on.

The moratorium applies to all of us till this is under control.

Mr.

President.

This is the White House counsel, Kendra Daynes.

- Nice to meet you, Dr.

Frost.

- Yes, you as well.

You helped us find the b*mb.

Now help us find the bomber.

There's a difference between crunching metadata to find missing nuclear waste and hunting someone down.

I'm aware of that.

Then you're also aware I'm gonna need access to private information.

Information that's constitutionally protected.

I've acquired a FISA warrant for you to probe whatever confidential or proprietary databases you need to help locate the bomber.

We don't have a lot of time.

Hey.

I came to grab a few things.

Chop-chop.

I need to finish this press release, send it to the word processing pool.

Fine, you tempt fate.

I'm going back down.

Give me 30 seconds.

I'll be right there.

Does it bother you that all the folks up here could be incinerated, but we won't?

It does now.

Culling of the herd.

If we're down there long enough, we'll be culled, too.

Food and water will eventually grow scarce.

The weak will be eaten.

Most of us will succumb to microbes before then.

It's an awful way to die.

Huh.

A swift end might be preferable.

Go ahead.

I'll see you down there.

Suit yourself.

- Hey, do you mind?

- Go for it.

I know you took the bat, Lyor.

It's fine.

You got a second?

- Half a second.

What's up?

- Something interesting.

The president's incommunicado, so I was reassigned to the EEOB.

Know who else cleared her decks today?

The VP.

None of that is interesting.

Well, this might be.

A source saw Darby in the East Wing a few hours ago.

So I played a hunch.

Rest of the cabinet...

Everyone's suddenly off the grid.

Do you have a question?

Why is the nation's command structure secretly meeting the president at the White House?

- I can neither confirm nor deny that.

- You just did.

This is newsworthy, Seth.

Along with the fact that the Speaker's 500 miles away.

You'll find out how newsworthy if you don't get back to me before the end of the hour.

Frost gave us a lead.

An ex-con named Arturo Rojas.

He was posting under different handles on dark web forums in support of East Hun Chiu.

Guess what he did time for?

- expl*sives.

- Six years at Hazelton.

He took a flight to Dulles from Miami two days ago and went off the grid.

He got reason to be here?

No contacts.

No family.

He rented a van at the airport, hasn't returned it yet.

We have an APB out for him and the vehicle.

I'll follow up.

That's Blakey calling from the hospital.

Yeah, I'll hold.

How's Joon?

Better than we thought.

He ingested baking powder, Hannah.

What?

He played us.

And now, he's in the wind.

All right, thanks.

Aaron?

We have a big problem.

- Sir.

- What are we looking at?

Hold on.

One at a time, one at a time.

We have missing radioactive waste, a defector in the wind, and still can't find the b*mb.

- Assuming it exists.

- Which looks more and more likely.

We need to get ahead of this story before the press to control the message.

We control it by saying there is no dirty b*mb.

- Lie?

- You're a quick study.

It's a public safety issue.

We shouldn't admit there's a thr*at until we can get our hands around it.

We don't know how long that will take.

How long can we mislead this community?

And there's misleading Congress.

The leadership will crucify you.

I'm not lying to anyone.

We can play this another way: Address it without directly addressing it.

A quick public appearance?

Don't take any questions.

They can't report an emergency if it's business as usual.

Mike?

I'm sorry, sir, but until we ascertain the precise scope of the thr*at, we keep you here.

Mike, this is a balancing act.

We have a potential new thr*at.

Panic.

If this gets out...

You can control my appearance.

Make it as short as you want as long as the press can clock it.

Let me do my job.

I can give you 5 minutes.

That's all we need.

The Interfaith Coalition is already in the building.

A photo op is the perfect cover.

Madam Vice President?

I'll stand by, sir.

Let's do this.

Phoenix is returning to the nest.

In closing, I would like to thank Rabbi Greenblatt, Cardinal Bender of the Interfaith Coalition for taking time to discuss with me our campaign for religious tolerance.

- You think he bought it?

- Oh, he has to, right?

Facts on the ground say the president's in the West Wing.

- But you know who's not?

Me.

- Who?

- Hey, Emily.

- Hey.

Your affidavit says you authorized Chuck to use any means necessary including accessing private phone records - to learn the leaker's ID.

- Correct.

Why didn't Chuck provide a supporting affidavit?

We were trying to stop the leak of classified information.

He did what I asked.

I'm responsible.

Based on how he may have obtained the phone records, this evidence is inadmissible.

Admissibility's usually a question for the special prosecutor, isn't it?

Usually, yes.

But I can't advise the president to suggest one - based on what you've given me.

- Why not?

Because Moss is a formidable adversary.

He's going to defend himself.

So let him.

We've got you.

I appreciate that.

But unfortunately, he's got the Constitution.

I say we put Moss on the defensive.

We're in a bunker, our boss is taking sh*ts from all sides, - and we have a duty to protect him.

- We will.

But let's do it the right way.

Thank you.

Why would Joon double-cross us after he gave us the location of his father's nukes?

Maybe he was trying to earn our trust.

Wait till our guard was down before playing us.

It seems like a really long con.

And to what end?

We still don't know what he's up to.

- Joon's girlfriend is on the lam now, too.

- What?

She wasn't a high-value asset.

She was staying with friends in Silver Springs, went for a walk this morning, disappeared.

Maybe they're not up to anything.

They just wanna be together.

And cut the country out of the loop that gave them sanctuary?

I don't think so.

Frost just sent me something.

This is sat video from yesterday morning.

Maximum magnification.

Just a blurry face in a van.

Lyra's got an advanced facial recognition feature.

Arturo Rojas.

Our bomber.

Lyra cross-references every pixel on the suspect's face with her databank of billions of images.

Comes up with an identity.

- Hot damn.

- Did she give you an address?

Actually, yeah.

Lyra says the contours of the structure match an abandoned building - at 2642 Belmont Southeast.

- Let's go.

Our scanners detect no radiological signature.

You'll want to see this, though.

Joon.

- Flat on the ground!

- Agent Wells...

Flat on the ground or I sh**t you.

Now!

Mr.

President, we've located Joon Kim, sir.

- Did we get anything from him?

- They're still interrogating him.

I want a full debrief when they finish.

- Absolutely.

- Where are we at with the b*mb?

We're still chasing it down, sir.

Okay, thank you.

You look like you need a distraction.

You know what usually does the trick for me?

Good old chess game.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

One of the many reasons I wanted you as my vice president - was that I heard you played.

- Mmm.

The other reason you picked me is because you knew you could b*at me.

We'll see.

You surprised me when you left the bunker this morning, Mr. President.

It kind of threw me.

How so?

When you went to the photo op this morning, it meant I was the designated survivor, right?

Yes, that's correct.

- I'm not ready to be president.

- I wasn't either.

But apparently, a lack of preparedness is not a disqualifier.

What I meant, sir, is I don't think I want to be president.

I know.

I'm sorry?

I know that you don't.

That was one of the main reasons I picked you.

Becoming president of the United States makes you the most powerful person in the world.

If you're overly ambitious, it'll go to your head.

Compromise you.

But if you're sitting in that Oval Office out of a sense of obligation, no one can question your priorities.

- To the American people.

- That's right.

They're who we serve.

You've been served, too, Mr. President.

Checkmate.

Two out of three.

I told you.

I don't know anything.

No, you don't know anything.

You just faked a medical emergency to escape because you were punking us, right?

I wasn't a prisoner, so I didn't escape.

Nice distinction, except it was obvious you were trying to shake your minders.

We have a theory about that.

You hate your father, so you defect.

Bring him to justice by telling us where his nukes are.

But you can never go home again because Daddy will be there forever.

Clinging to power is what he does.

Unless someone like us takes him out.

None of that is true.

So you plant a dirty b*mb, knowing we're gonna blame him.

And you know what?

You were right.

He does have the motive to scuttle the deal.

And he did tell our president he wanted to take revenge.

Once we remove him, you're the prince-in-waiting.

Here's the problem, Joon.

The evidence doesn't point to your father.

It points to you.

Not sure what you did today.

Tying loose ends, paying the bomber?

- But we know you're behind this.

- You are wrong about everything.

- Where's your girlfriend?

- I don't know.

- Why'd you run?

- I didn't.

I wasn't.

Why did we find you at the warehouse the bomber visited yesterday?

Tell us, damn it!

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Wrong answer.

Did I catch you a bad time?

Nope.

Just, uh, going out to get some lunch.

Must be a hell of a lunch.

You shouldn't be wandering around the White House like this.

Accessibility has never been a problem.

Seems like today's different in a lot of ways.

Beginning with the fact that you're lying to the press corps.

I've never said anything to the press that wasn't true.

If you didn't lie, you walked the line.

But I can read the tea leaves.

Obfuscation.

Administration unavailability.

Everything points to a crisis.

A thr*at.

Hmm.

If you've got the story, you should go to press.

I can't, not without corroboration.

Maybe I'm not giving that to you for a reason.

You threw me a bone, Seth.

A big one.

But that doesn't square things.

I'll still pursue this.

What bone?

The anonymous email.

You might wanna stop playing dumb.

You can't sell it.

- Hey.

- Hi.

How's it going?

Lyra's searching for the bomber now.

May I ask you a question?

Sure.

I was on my way home from Camp David when I got your summons.

Why ask me to come here?

Because you're brilliant.

Everybody's talking about this new platform you've developed.

I honestly believed you could help.

All right...

Lyra's pinpointed Rojas's location based on his web searches and ATM withdrawal.

I got it.

The Brandt metro.

Thousands of commuters.

Mike!

- Get me Aaron.

- Yes, sir.

Move!

Move!

Let's go!

Let's get everyone from this station evacuated.

Everyone out of this area.

Let's move.

Move!

Go, go, go!

I think I got something.

We should get the robot.

No, we don't have time.

You good?

We got a live one.

- Can you defuse it?

- I'm going to try.

Nice job.

Yeah.

Here's the weird thing.

It's basically just a pipe b*mb.

It's amateur stuff.

- What about the radioactive material?

- Uh...

212 CPMs.

Too low to cause biological damage.

Doesn't match the reading we were getting from the containers.

- We're missing radioactive waste?

- Cesium is tricky to move.

There could have been spillage in transport of radioactive material.

Especially if our bomber wasn't a pro.

Where are we with the bombmaker?

Still in the wind.

We'll find him.

Get him to identify Joon Kim.

- Keep me posted.

- Yes, sir.

Hannah?

I think we've got some unfinished business.

That's one way to put it.

I understand how things might have looked from your vantage point, like I was on some sort of crusade to get the Kirkmans.

- You were.

- Because I thought something was there.

That's the thing about crusades, John.

They do start with the best intentions, then all you're left with is collateral damage.

It was never personal.

- Tell the president that.

- I've tried.

Try again.

The least you owe him is a little persistence.

"Dirty b*mb" is an inaccurate description.

This was actually a pipe b*mb with trace radioactive elements.

Not enough to cause any significant environmental or biological damage even if it had detonated.

Do we have a suspect?

Yes, in custody, and we are searching for an accomplice.

East Hun Chiu claimed it ex*cuted the peace accords under duress.

That makes them more likely suspects?

No, we have no evidence of that...

What are you wearing?

Oh, it detects ionizing radiation.

I also have it in red and blue.

Hmm.

For the fashionable hypochondriac.

No, for the surviving one.

What about reports that President Moss is being investigated for leaking classified information during the Hun Chiu negotiations?

I have no comment.

Or that President Moss is the source of a number of leaks to different news outlets during the past three months?

No comment.

That's all I have for now.

Stay tuned for more.

- You tipped Simon Day off about Moss.

- What are you talking about?

I said I couldn't recommend a special prosecutor because I was concerned how the evidence of Moss's misconduct was obtained.

So you slipped it to a reporter to neutralize my objections.

Once the information's public, there's no fruit of the poisonous tree.

You laundered evidence.

It's not that simple.

Leaking to make a case against a leaker.

You don't see the irony?

Moss has been undermining our president for months.

Icarus Astrotech.

The First Lady's subpoena.

The ethics review.

Hun Chiu negotiations.

He spilled it all.

And I'm not defending him.

I'm defending the rule of law.

The Fourth Amendment.

You're missing the big picture here, Kendra.

Our guy is out there bleeding and he needs our help.

If we get hemmed in by procedural niceties...

Hemmed in?

Procedural niceties?

I don't think I'm not the one missing the big picture here.

Mr.

President?

I only have a minute.

I understand.

I'll be brief.

I want to apologize, sir.

Apologize for what?

Everything.

Mr.

Director, at any time, did you behave in a manner that you thought was inconsistent with what you thought was best for this country?

No, sir.

And during your investigation, you believed you followed a thread of wrongdoing that led to the White House?

- Yes, sir.

- Then you have nothing to apologize for.

You were doing your job.

You did your best.

My best put me in conflict with my commander-in-chief.

Come hell or high water, both of our jobs have similar requirements.

And I expect you to continue doing yours.

Yes, sir.

The press is monitoring my guys, watching them work.

I should get back there and fly the flag.

- Reassure the public.

- Carry on.

Thank you, sir.

The press has tripped to our Moss investigation.

How the hell did that happen?

- It doesn't matter.

We need a response.

- I agree.

But there's a more important matter to attend to.

We found a radioactive b*mb.

We defused it.

Seth did a good job at downplaying it, but the public's still on edge.

Should I address the nation?

No.

They don't need to hear you, they need to see you.

Out and about.

Reassuring them.

Let's do it.

Thank you for doing this.

Seeing the president stepping out with a prominent person like yourself is very notable.

No problem.

I'm a sucker for a free lunch.

I'll have a hot dog.

And you?

May I?

Sure.

Two original half-smokes, two chili bowls, sweet potato fries with cheese, and two strawberry banana shakes, please.

- Wow.

What just happened?

- You're riding with the king.

We got video of Rojas at a Grub-N-go in Alexandria yesterday morning.

But not after?

Uh, guys.

We know he left his van at Brandt station.

DC Metro video doesn't show him getting on the subway.

- Guys.

- Could have had a confederate pick him up.

- Guys...

- Or hailed a taxi.

He has no accounts with ride-sharing services.

Guys!

Sorry.

I was able to hack into the van's GPS.

I thought the GPS was off.

It was, but this GPS records the car's movements.

Spyware.

Yeah.

All rental companies are using it to prevent car theft.

All I had to do was hack into it.

Rojas made multiple stops at one location before abandoning the van at the metro.

2263 Briarview Northeast.

- An industrial facility in Eckington.

- Nice job.

Suck it, Lyra.

Put your hands up!

Hands!

- Arturo Rojas.

- That's radiation poisoning.

There wasn't enough cesium in that b*mb to cause this.

Lots of high-end b*mb-making equipment here.

Blast caps.

Digital fuses.

Weapons-grade ammonium nitrate.

None of that stuff was in that contraption.

It was a decoy.

We got lucky today.

How I like to look at it is...

Excuse me.

- Foerstel.

- John, it's a decoy.

The van, the b*mb.

There's another one!

- Hannah, slow down.

- They wanted camera crews, us to have our guard down, a big civilian target.

- It's in the subway.

- Oh, my God.

The subway...

I've still got men down there!

Everybody, back!

Get back!

Get everybody back!

John?

John?

Mr.

President.

My fellow Americans, today at 7:43 p.m., a dirty b*mb was detonated at the Brandt metro station in our nation's capital.

Because of the heroic work of the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security and the Capitol Police, there were no civilian casualties.

And while the Brandt metro station will be closed for the foreseeable future, radioactive waste did not escape.

And there's no ongoing danger to the public.

But it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that six federal agents gave their lives to protect us from this terrible att*ck, including John Foerstel, the director of the FBI.

I make a solemn promise to their families, and the American people, that their sacrifices will not be in vain.

We will hunt down the perpetrators of this t*rror1st att*ck.

And bring them to justice.

Swiftly, and without mercy.

God bless you.

And God bless these United States of America.

You're clear.

I want answers now.

- You're lying, you son of a bitch!

- I'm not.

Neither am I when I promise you that you will be charged with the premeditated m*rder of six federal agents!

That carries a death sentence, which you'll get.

I'll be there when they strap you to that gurney, I will watch when they put that needle in your arm!

I swear I didn't do anything!

This is your last chance.

Or you're going to die.

Let's go.

They told me they'd k*ll her if I said anything!

Who did?

I don't know.

Were you working with Arturo Rojas?

I never met him.

I just got email yesterday saying Jung-Min had been taken.

A man in baseball cap told me what to do.

I didn't get a good look at his face.

Where did you meet him?

A park on Wisconsin and 24th.

That's across from the Kunami Embassy.

Kunami?

We tracked payments to Arturo Rojas from a Kunami government account.

We found evidence he visited the Baltimore Harbor and spiked that Hun Chiu shipping container with cesium.

The warehouse Joon Kim was found in was rented by a Kunami government shell company.

Just like the storage unit Rojas was using.

Wait a second, Kunami set up Chairman Kim's son?

Everything points to that, sir.

His girlfriend was tied up in an abandoned apartment...

Which was rented by a Kunami government shell company.

Tell the Kunami ambassador to be here in 15 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ambassador, you've got exactly five minutes to explain yourself.

When your time is up, you, sir, will have decided your country's fate.

The first explanation owed is to me.

What is this about?

We have evidence your country was behind the bombing that k*lled six Americans.

- Six federal agents!

- That is an outrageous allegation.

Bank transfers.

From Kunami state accounts to the bomber.

Titles to facilities in the name of a corporation that traces back to Kunami state actors.

- Fabrications.

- No, sir!

Try again!

Mr. President, why would my government do this?

The same reason your government does anything.

Money.

$16 billion in black market weapons illegally smuggled into East Hun Chiu this year alone.

An income at jeopardy if the Hun Chius are at peace, which is why you want them at w*r.

You tried to make it look like East Hun Chiu was sabotaging the peace deal by attacking the country that brokered it.

You're right, $16 billion is a lot of money.

Not enough for the emir to risk w*r against the US.

You've already done that.

Or have you forgotten about the USS Verona?

A diplomatic misunderstanding.

You got your sailors back.

At the point of a spear!

Your country had no choice.

Mr. President...

I know relations between our countries have been strained.

And we have a lot of differences.

But I swear to you, we did not do this.

Then explain this evidence.

Now!

I can't.

Not yet, but give me time...

I'm sorry, but you are out of time and so is your emir.

Goodbye.

Get me Secretary Wooster and the Joint Chiefs now.

Yes, sir.

- What've we got?

- General?

The first salvo will take out their m*ssile installations and airfields.

The second targets bridges and oil fields.

Secretary Krantz is consulting with NATO.

Trying to build a consensus for a m*llitary policy...

We don't need a consensus.

We were att*cked.

But moving without advising our allies...

Does anyone deny our right to defend ourselves?

No, sir.

Then why get bogged down in diplomatic discussion?

Sir...

At a minimum, we should reach out to congressional leadership.

Why?

What good would that do?

More meetings, further delays and an insistence on building a coalition.

Mr.

President, Lyor's right.

There's a protocol here.

We were att*cked!

The protocol is strike back!

Correct, sir.

The question is how and when we retaliate.

After the Capitol was bombed, it took 18 months to find Patrick Lloyd.

Eighteen months where the dead had no justice.

Because we didn't know where the perpetrator was.

We know where the emir is!

Sitting in his palace, taunting us.

If I balk and fail to strike given what I know, I am not worthy of my office.

And neither are any of you.

- At your command, sir.

- Do it.

- Engage.

- Yes, sir.

Engage.