02x17 - Overkill

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Previously on Designated Survivor...

The power grids are down.

There's a signature embedded in this hack that's similar to the space station and prison hacks.

- This is Greg Bowen.

- I'm working for Chairman Kim.

You don't care which table you're at, as long as someone else foots the bill.

- There's a dirty b*mb in the US?

- Yes, sir.

They wanted camera crews.

They wanted a big civilian target.

It's in the subway.

I've still got men down there!

Get back!

Get everybody back!

John?

Six federal agents gave their lives to protect us from this terrible att*ck, including John Foerstel, the director of the FBI.

We have irrefutable evidence your country was behind the bombing.

Bank transfers.

From Kunami state accounts to the bomber.

We were att*cked!

The protocol is strike back!

At your command, sir.

Do it.

My fellow Americans, yesterday I addressed you from this office with a promise to hunt down those behind the b*mb that exploded at Brandt metro station and k*lled six federal agents.

We have identified the Emirate of Kunami as the country responsible.

Accordingly, at 7:52 pm. last night, I authorized m*ssile strikes on strategic targets throughout Kunami.

Those strikes will continue until the emir surrenders unconditionally.

This is where he has to sell it.

- He will.

- He better.

When the Capitol was bombed, I swore an oath to protect this country against further aggression.

The dirty b*mb was a declaration of w*r by a foreign nation.

And it is a w*r this country will win.

God bless you.

And God bless these United States of America.

And we're out.

Mr. President, you... you called it a w*r.

I know I did.

Because that's what it is.

Veterans organizations are coming up with statements of support, sir.

Senator Grassman says Foreign Relations wants a briefing.

The whole world is gonna want one, 'cause the word "w*r" is a signifier.

It creates expectations of protracted involvement and loss of life.

Lyor, lives have been lost: six federal agents, including the head of our FBI, and we know who did it.

I'm not gonna spin this as targeted action or proportionate response.

What these people did to us was an act of w*r.

I simply answered the call.

- We're getting nowhere.

- Okay, let's back up.

Someone was running our bomber, Arturo Rojas.

We need to find out who.

In the two days before the bombing, we have Rojas on video at a gas station in Vienna, Virginia, the Baltimore Harbor, and the Clareview Hotel in Congress Heights, where he had a room he paid cash for.

What is that?

Right there, freeze that.

- Where's he going?

- Bathroom.

How long does he spend in there?

Time stamp says 14 minutes.

That's 13 minutes longer than I would.

Can you freeze the faces of the people who got there after him?

That guy was in there for what?

Ten minutes?

Enlarging his profile and sharpening his image.

Gregory Bowen?

The East Hun Chiu political advisor?

That doesn't make sense.

Yes, it does.

The worst kind of sense.

No warrant?

I'm calling a lawyer and suing for false imprisonment.

You might want to call a priest, because we know you were working for Kunami.

Which means you're a coconspirator in the m*rder of federal agents.

You're mistaken.

I'm a paid advisor to Chairman Kim of East Hun Chiu.

You have five seconds to save your life, Greg, or we're ringing you up for capital m*rder.

Wait.

I was acting at the specific behest of the emir.

- Which makes me a prisoner of w*r.

- We'll talk about your status later.

Now, we need a list of your coconspirators.

Arturo Rojas was the only one.

That's not enough to get you out of this.

But if you'd like to convince a jury you're an enemy combatant and not an accomplice to m*rder, you could try that.

What if I could give you something?

A name.

What kind of name?

One that would avoid years of US involvement in a w*r it can't win.

A leader that the president can support.

The rebel leader Amal Hamzi.

Amal Hamzi disappeared two years ago.

He's dead.

No.

He's in hiding.

And I can tell you where to find him.

You were hired by Chairman Kim, whom you then framed for Kunami.

Now you're telling us you know where an opposition figure that the emir would like to have decapitated is hiding?

Tell me, how does that work?

I'm a businessman, Agent Wells.

I like to keep my options open.

No.

You're a snake who'd sell your mother out for bus fare.

And you did all of this for money.

All of it.

People are dead, and it's not even because of something you believe in.

- Do we have a deal or not?

- No, we don't!

Not until you do something for me.

You're gonna say the name of the FBI director, John Foerstel.

He was my friend.

And you helped m*rder him.

- I never met the man.

- Say his name.

- Hannah.

- Say it!

John Foerstel.

Now start writing.

Seth, how long will this take?

As I've been saying all week, Neil, there is no timetable.

The strikes will continue until all the m*llitary objectives have been met, including the surrender of the emir.

But the emir and his command are in hiding.

- You're fighting a guerrilla army now.

- Is there a question?

- Will ground troops be sent?

- All m*llitary options are on the table.

Carla.

Is the president confident of public support for a prolonged conflict?

Yeah, look, 83% of the American public support the President's handling of this w*r.

So, we're looking at a united front.

Problem?

This stupid thing took my money.

I think it's supposed to do that.

And cough up something in return.

Thanks, Mike.

Uh, you were Special Forces, right?

In a previous life.

My brother Royce is, too.

I haven't heard from him since this Kunami thing kicked off.

Radio silence is par for the course.

'Cause all the teams have to prep for possible deployment.

Doesn't mean he's going anywhere.

I thought as much.

Just not used to being out of touch.

What's Royce's branch of service?

Navy.

SEAL Team Three.

Those guys can take care of themselves.

I wouldn't worry.

If that thing starts acting up again, send up a flare.

- I know how to sweet-talk it.

- Thanks, Mike.

Satellite imagery has confirmed rebel leader Amal Hamzi is on Kunami's western border.

No way to get word to him that we will back him - with logistical and financial support?

- No, ma'am, he's incommunicado, which is why we have to do things the old way.

A presidential emissary, Agent Hannah Wells.

Who will be escorted by a squad from SEAL Team Three, who are already in country.

If the mission fails, we need to consider other options fast.

Secretary Wooster's right.

We'll have to inform the American people that soldiers d*ed in battle on foreign soil.

Deaths at home and abroad?

- Sir, the public will bay for blood.

- And more soldiers.

I didn't authorize this mission because I thought it would fail.

Having said that, I'd like to review your plan again for a major ground offensive.

Our soldiers would need to be ready in 72 hours.

Yes, Mr. President.

Sir, congressional leadership is waiting in the Truman Room.

Thank you.

That'll be all for now.

A SEAL team only the president wanted inserted?

Why inv*de a country if we're winning from the air?

We're not.

We're weakening the enemy's resolve.

- Which is winning.

- And Special Forces is not an invasion.

No, it's just a prelude to one.

Aaron, talk sense to him.

What should I say?

Lyor doesn't like the optics?

What I don't like is w*r.

The longer this goes on, the more likely the president's mandate will be a casualty.

Our job is to prevent that.

- My job is coordinating m*llitary policy.

- Guys...

I haven't figured out what the hell do you do here.

I make everyone look good.

- I should charge you double.

- Hey, guys!

Seriously, we're on a w*r footing.

Forward march together.

Okay, Agent Wells, we're 13 clicks from rebel leader Amal Hamzi's camp.

We'll take the mountain pass to keep us out of eyeshot.

We meet our guide, Rami Bashir, at this creek - and go from there.

- Lead on, captain.

- Let's move out.

- Yes, sir.

Movement, 11 o'clock.

Suppressing fire!

Move forward in team!

We're being flanked.

- Trey.

- Hey.

What a nice surprise.

My trip to the Bay Area got postponed.

Want to have lunch?

- Although, probably not a good time.

- For me, there's no such thing.

You gotta take what you can get.

I'll have the kitchen send something up.

I really want to try California condor.

Not gonna happen.

Spotted owl?

You're gonna get an Angus burger and you're gonna like it.

- How you doing?

- Well, we're at w*r.

I've got a budget deficit and a hacking crisis that I can't solve.

Heavy lies the head.

My crown seems to only have thorns.

- Keeping up with therapy?

- Yeah, twice a week.

How's it going?

I see what you're doing.

Your trip wasn't postponed.

You canceled it.

I saw you on TV yesterday.

You looked tired, drawn.

I wear it like a badge of honor.

It's called the presidency.

It's called being alone and having no support system.

The only thing to normalize you is two kids you see for, what?

- A few hours a day?

- Trey...

- How much do you sleep?

- I appreciate your concern.

But our deal was that you'd be here for me, not mother me.

Hey, big brother, I'm not mothering.

I'm worried.

- That pressure you're under...

- It comes with the territory.

Complaining would be like a fish complaining about water being wet.

- You're needed in Command Ops.

- I'm coming.

Sorry, Trey.

I'll have someone send you up that burger.

Mr. President, coming through.

Thank you.

- Can you hear me?

- We came under heavy fire, sir.

- Casualties?

- Three of my men dead.

Two missing.

- Was there a breach in intel?

- No, sir.

We picked an isolated spot for our predawn insertion.

But the region's not entirely unpopulated.

And Agent Wells?

She's one of the two missing.

- Hannah Wells.

- Salaam.

Rami Bashir.

- Where are your people?

- We got separated.

We're gonna have to wait.

I'll take you to Amal Hamzi, but you have to go now.

Wait, wait, wait.

You work for us.

Trust me.

I grew up here in Mahrez.

It's very dangerous.

We wait, we die.

This is your show.

Make the call.

I've got $100 million in bearer bonds earmarked for Amal Hamzi and a letter from the President of the United States promising him our logistical support.

If I can just contact him, get him to rally support against the emir, we can end this w*r.

It's just the three of us, Agent Wells.

It's Hannah.

Sergeant Royce Sims.

Call me Royce.

Let's go, Royce.

Ambassador Salimi from Kunami's in town.

- He wants a sit-down.

- Fine.

But tell him he better be coming with a concrete surrender proposal.

Yes, sir.

The Times just posted an editorial on the administration's failure to resolve the hack.

Huh.

Questioning your leadership in the middle of a w*r.

- How patriotic.

- Sells papers, though.

Thank you.

Aaron?

The hack investigation's ongoing.

- I'll let you know as soon as I'm briefed.

- Good.

The president wants results, Damian.

We're closing in on the identity of the hacker who took down NASA - and DC's power grid.

- Tell me.

The hacks have all employed the same signature.

- Alan Turing's birthday.

- Yes.

When hackers use a signature, it's an iterative thing, which is why Turing's death date reversed one of the hacks.

So, I played around with anagrams of Alan Turing, Alan Mathison Turing, his full name.

Gave me this.

"I am a stunning harlot." A web search of that cheeky phrase brings up a moniker on a hacking message board.

It sounds like a lead, doesn't it, Chuck?

Yeah.

We'll need NSA to pierce the proxy routers and get a web address.

- I'll get you clearance.

- Good.

Aaron, you got a second?

Sure.

I'm a GS-15, an analyst who specializes in technical issues.

And?

Working with people who try to k*ll our agents isn't part of the job description.

Damian has done enough to earn his bona fides.

You have your orders.

You trust this guy?

Well, he's got a $50,000 payday waiting for him if he leads us to Amal Hamzi.

That doesn't answer my question.

I don't trust anyone, anywhere.

Not until they've earned it.

It's how I stay alive.

One attacker, 12 o'clock.

I'll flank him.

You cover...

Or you can walk right out in the open and spray the target.

Get over here!

He's dead.

Let's keep moving.

Let's go.

Mr.

Ambassador, I thought you understood the terms of my offer.

Yes, sir.

Then why are you trying to negotiate?

I'm not.

I am here to tell you the emir will surrender.

And accept full responsibility for the dirty b*mb.

Terms should be discussed after a cessation of hostilities.

Which part of unconditional do you not understand?

- Ms. Rhodes...

- The president has been very clear.

Yes, clarity is important.

There's no clear evidence the emir was behind that dirty b*mb.

We have bank transfers to Arturo Rojas from the Kunami government.

Hundreds of people in the royal family access those accounts.

A written statement from Gregory Bowen implicating the emir.

- The emir has never met that jackal.

- No, sir!

We've been down this road before when your country struck the USS Verona, and you lied about it.

To my face!

Allow me to restate my position for the last time.

The US air force will continue to bombard your country until its infrastructure is gone.

The Kunami people will rise up against the emir.

They will hang him in the streets.

That will be his legacy...

Sir...

...unless he chooses to save his own life by offering us his unconditional surrender.

That's it.

Do we now have clarity?

I will convey your message.

Thank you, Mr.

Ambassador.

Mr.

President.

Sir, one of our missiles hit a hospital.

Civilian casualties?

Fatalities, sir.

A lot of them.

I'll be right there.

Give me a moment.

Yes, sir.

General, what the hell happened?

They painted over the hospital markings, sir, they put radar installation on the roof.

The PR fallout has begun.

The civilian death toll is at 22.

The emir is calling on the UN to condemn the strike.

International law says we're on safe ground if we're attacking m*llitary targets.

Anything serving a dual purpose or camouflaged is fair game.

Not in the court of public opinion.

- It's David versus Goliath.

- David didn't use a dirty b*mb.

I want enhanced verification for any further targets.

Do you want to scale back bombing as we re-evaluate targets?

No, I want you to be careful.

No more hospitals.

NATO is calling for greater caution in the US strikes against Kunami, urging the president to re-evaluate any att*cks on civilian areas.

After the incident, where civilians...

- Sir, the UN Secretary-General...

- I know.

He wants a sit-down.

The rest of the world is questioning our conduct of w*r.

We need a response.

I've drafted a statement, explaining that great care is taken to avoid casualties, but the responsibility for them belongs solely to the emir.

"Who refuses to protect his citizens, but instead is sacrificing them." - Send it out.

- Yes, sir.

Um, Mr.

President, uh...

I know it's not my place, sir, but, uh, the bombing.

Uh, is it not overkill?

The president had to respond decisively to an act of w*r, and he did.

- No one thinks w*r comes without a cost.

- We only have one option here.

That's to win this w*r.

The faster we do that, the more lives we save.

The hacker was obsessed with Turing, used an anagram of Turing's name.

How does that help us track the hacker's identity?

"I am a stunning harlot" posted 46 messages in the past eight years on six tech forums about hacking.

The only proxy server common to each posting is exclusive to a mixed-use commercial facility in Herndon.

- They could've originated anywhere.

- Yes.

But randomizer programs always use the nearest hub as one of the links in the router chain.

So the more data you have...

The better chance you have of isolating the hacker's location.

Pull up the business index to find out which one...

Is technology-oriented.

Yeah, I got it.

- You were holding out with your intel.

- I wasn't.

Yes, you were, thinking you could use it to play Hannah.

But she's not here, so you're ponying up because you're worried you've lost your rabbi.

I don't need Hannah.

I've got her boss.

Aaron Shore promised me that if I help find the hacker, I get a full pardon.

Look, Chuck, I'm not...

Forty-three businesses.

Two are tech-oriented: a cloud-computing company run by twentysomethings.

- None of whom would use "harlot." - And a computer security company.

Sole proprietorship run by...

a Monica Van.

40, denial of service and electronic vandalism convictions in 2002.

That's our gal.

At Coriolanus, we provide enterprise solutions for network security issues.

How can we help?

Our business has been hacked.

We'd like to find the culprit.

Make sure it doesn't happen again.

Can I get security, please?

I'd think twice about doing that.

Our business is the White House.

He doesn't sound like he works there and you look like you work in the mail room.

Mr.

Rennett is a consultant for British intelligence.

I'm FBI.

And if you don't answer our questions, I'll subpoena your servers.

Everything all right, Miss Van?

We're good, Felix.

Thanks.

Posting under a pseudonym on message boards is a hobby of mine.

I make no apologies.

And your hack of Barksdale Air Force Base in 2002?

NJ and B in 2006?

- Those hobbies, too?

- A former life.

I left all those childish things behind when I opened this business in 2007.

You posted in 2015.

Conversing with the underground is how I keep up-to-date on the craft.

Know thy enemy.

You did more than converse.

NASA was compromised.

So was the power grid.

And the coding signature was Alan Turing.

Yeah, I used to be part of a black hat collective, and our interest in Turing is what bonded us.

But the real bad-ass in our group went by the handle Gamine.

An anagram for enigma.

- Turing cracked the Enigma code.

- Very good.

We're gonna need everything you know about Gamine.

That should help.

Nice bluff, Charles.

But let me give you a tip the next time you impersonate an agent.

Use thicker paper, so you can't see the Dungeons & Dragons logo.

Good advice.

Oh, while I'm at it, I'll tip off a suspect, burn down a warehouse and tip the Russians.

Hey, we don't have time for this.

We got to keep moving.

We are six miles out and moving fast ahead of schedule.

I can't tell Allah I don't have time to honor him.

You know he's lying to us, right?

About everything.

What are you talking about?

- You said you were from Mahrez?

- Yes.

That's a Sunni stronghold.

And?

You're praying with a stone tablet.

That's what Shias do.

Shias are the minority in Kunami, but the ruling minority, led by the emir.

Who are you?

He was buying time, leading us into an ambush.

I have his phone.

We gotta go.

Hannah?

What'd you find out?

Sources say Rami Bashir was fished out of a creek.

The guy he was impersonating was...

A regime loyalist, which means we don't know what you've walked into.

I've made plans to extract you.

Great.

We're three miles off from the rendezvous point.

I mean now, Hannah, as in abort the mission.

I can set a GPS lock on your phone, have you helo'ed out.

- No, Aaron.

- We've been compromised.

We have no idea what you could be walking into.

It's not worth the risk!

We've come this far.

I'm not gonna give up.

- I'll check in when I find Hamzi.

- Hannah!

What do you want?

If it is beneath your president's dignity to hear the emir's latest proposal, perhaps you can convey it, because it is simple.

The emir is now willing to abdicate.

All right.

In exchange for what?

Safe passage to a country of his choice, with verifiable assurances that he will not rule in exile.

What else?

The emir has $60 billion in offshore accounts that the US has frozen.

He expects access to those funds restored.

What about acceptance of responsibility for the dirty b*mb?

- That is a nonstarter.

- Then so is your offer.

Mr.

Shore, we both know the goal of your country is the emir's ouster.

This offer accomplishes that.

The rest, I submit, is details.

We disagree.

The emir offers honorable terms to surrender, but President Kirkman dismisses them.

He prefers w*r.

- Yeah.

- He refuses to acknowledge our...

- Emily's in the Oval.

- Thanks, Mike.

Sir...

There's a staffer, Tricia Sims...

Tricia Sims.

She works with Lyor.

I haven't met her yet.

Her brother's in SEAL Team Three.

She's unaware he's in country but...

I thought you should know.

I should talk to her.

Thank you.

Any word from our missing SEAL team?

They're still incommunicado, - but Hannah Wells is in transit.

- Okay, good.

- Salimi's going off on us.

- I know.

I was just watching him talk about civilian casualties.

He forgot to acknowledge that the emir is using his own people as a human shield.

I need to know the truth.

How are we doing?

Well, we've got a dictator on the run.

But we're taking some hits.

People I respect think we can end the w*r by simply deposing the emir.

And if that is a viable option, we should take it.

That's a view.

Is that your view?

I think the emir in exile, even with money and freedom, is worth consideration.

The son of a bitch k*lled American people on American soil.

I think the rest of the world needs to know that if you try that, you'll pay a price.

That's the other view.

But it's not yours.

Emily, I'm not a general.

Hell, I'm not even a politician.

No, you are the president.

I've done absolutely nothing in my entire life to prepare me for this.

Now I'm the one making decisions, putting other people's lives in danger.

Ever think you work for the wrong guy?

No, sir...

because only the right guy would ask me that question.

People are dying.

Innocent civilians, American soldiers.

Let Aaron know I want to reach out to the ambassador.

See if we can cut a deal to end this w*r.

Yes, sir.

Someone's coming.

It's a patrol.

- We can take 'em.

- Wait.

Looks like they're moving on.

No need to eliminate 'em.

We might be safer.

What if they circle back?

Hannah.

There's no legitimate m*llitary reason to engage them, unless you've got a death wish.

What are you talking about?

I just saw you neutralize a thr*at by making yourself one.

Now you itching for a fight.

There's a big difference between bravery and recklessness.

What are you working out here, huh?

I won't let you do it at my expense.

These people k*lled my friend.

I'm sorry.

But exacting a pound of flesh ain't gonna bring him back.

- It might give me some peace.

- It won't do that either.

Look, I lost a buddy of mine a couple years back.

Lost my head for a while.

You know what it got me?

Thirty-two stitches from the wrong end of an AK-47.

The best way to avenge the dead...

is to stay living.

Come on.

Let's go.

Mr.

President, Tricia's here to see you.

Right, thank you.

- Tricia.

- Sir.

- Is this your first time in the Oval Office?

- Yes, sir.

Please.

I make a habit of meeting everyone on staff.

I'm sorry that it's taken so long for us to say hello.

It's no problem at all, Mr.

President.

Thanks for reaching out.

Mike says your brother is Special Forces.

Please thank him and your family for their service.

Thank you, sir.

He'll be very pleased when I tell him.

Hopefully sooner than later.

Yes, sir.

I just wanted to take a moment, so that, uh, I could put a face to the name.

May I tell you something about my brother before I go?

Please.

He finished his third tour six months ago.

It was supposed to be his last, but he re-enlisted.

Want to know why?

Of course.

Because of you.

He said you always saw a mission through.

And that mission now is making America safer.

If the leader of the country has that kind of commitment, well, it makes it easy for the soldiers to.

And that's the kind of person he wanted to serve.

Thank you very much for sharing that with me.

You made my day.

Please.

President Kirkman has always expressed his willingness to talk with Kunami.

We've been waiting on indications from the emir that he'll agree to our terms.

So, this news that we've been engaging with the Kunami ambassador shouldn't come as a surprise.

So, are negotiations with Kunami ongoing?

Yes, but I can't give any specifics.

I'd like to say a few words if I may.

Of course, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, the president.

Thank you.

Please.

I'd like to take this moment to make my position perfectly clear to the American people.

I have had colleagues whom I deeply respect ask me to conciliate to end this w*r, in an effort to protect American soldiers and end the further loss of innocent civilian life.

Their instincts are noble.

But w*r...

w*r is not noble.

It is brutal.

As a country that has just been att*cked, I think we need to answer with an unwavering commitment to victory.

The emir will be defeated or he will surrender unconditionally.

But in my heart, I honestly believe that there is only one way to respond to people or nations who seek to destroy us.

And that is without compromise.

Thank you.

- That was good.

- Yep.

- Except he doubled down.

- Nope.

He went all in.

Mr.

Hamzi, you're a hard man to find.

When the ruler of your country wants to k*ll you, you need to be.

So the president promises logistical support.

And money.

But he needs to meet you face to face.

Look you in the eye.

I understand.

It's been a long journey for you two.

I'll see about food and water, and then I will talk to President Kirkman.

Pretty hardscrabble existence.

I'll say.

What is it?

It's correspondence.

These letters are addressed to Hamzi from Ambassador Salimi.

That doesn't make any sense.

Salimi works for the emir, Hamzi's enemy.

Not according to these letters.

We need to talk to the White House now.

That should do it.

- I understand we have a deal.

- Yes, we do, Mr.

Ambassador.

- You're very good at making them.

- Thank you.

You know, the one you made with Amal Hamzi was particularly special.

I don't understand.

Then please, allow me to explain.

Amal Hamzi was never gonna take over Kunami.

You were.

Amal Hamzi works for you.

That is absurd.

You had Gregory Bowen hire the bomber.

You paid him through government funds, which led back to the emir.

You knew we'd att*ck your country and remove him from power.

This is fantasy.

Then you had Mr.

Bowen give us the location of Hamzi, who you were hoping we'd support if the emir didn't surrender.

Once you took power, you'd make a deal for Bowen's freedom.

Tell him, Greg.

I already signed a confession, Mr. Ambassador.

Mr. President...

I'm the ambassador of Kunami.

I demand to be taken back to my embassy.

Your diplomatic credentials were revoked.

You no longer have immunity.

You, sir, are gonna be staying here with us for quite some time.

The emir is accusing us of w*r crimes for the civilian deaths.

- And Amal Hamzi?

- He's in our custody, sir.

We can tie him to Ambassador Salimi's conspiracy.

Sir, we have a big problem on the domestic front.

We att*cked Kunami based on faulty intelligence.

The best intelligence we had at the time.

Yes, but it was our rationale for going to w*r.

If the emir was being set up, we need a justification, fast.

Respondeat superior.

My Latin's a little rusty.

It's a common law concept.

It means let the master answer for the sins of his subordinate.

Salimi was the emir's hand-picked representative.

If he went rogue and att*cked...

The emir's responsible for the actions of his deputy.

That's good.

You could actually spin this.

Kunami's nuclear program, the Verona att*ck...

The dirty b*mb was the last straw.

But we can't argue the ends justify the means.

We'll have to sell that we knew Salimi was going rogue all along.

But we didn't.

The truth is I did what I thought was right.

But I didn't take the proper time to vet the intelligence.

- I need to take responsibility for that.

- You're needed in Command Ops.

- The rest of the SEAL team just resurfaced.

- Thank God.

You'll thank 'em twice when you'll see what they found.

Bio-weapons?

Nerve gas.

Thousands of barrels, at a secret government chemical weapons facility we found just after we went through the mountain pass.

The emir was prepared to use it against his own people.

- How do we know that?

- Agent Wells?

We found documentation of the emir's plans to use gas on the Sunni religious dissidents who opposed the regime.

Tens of thousands would've been k*lled.

That's justification for w*r, sir.

A w*r that I want to bring to a close.

What's our endgame?

With Kunami's anti-aircraft defenses destroyed and his chemical stockpiles depleted, we can chopper troops into the capital by nightfall for mop-up.

Good.

The emir will abdicate by the end of the day.

This completely vindicates your decision to send in Special Forces.

We're all in debt to SEAL Team Three, and to you, Agent Wells.

I understand you were separated from your group.

Yes, but Sergeant Sims helped me get here.

Sergeant Sims.

Thank you for your incredible bravery and your service.

I've had the pleasure of meeting your sister Tricia, - who works here.

- Yes, sir.

I know it's a breach of protocol, but could someone tell her I'm okay?

We'll do more than that for you, son.

We'll tell her you're on your way home.

Thank you.

Thank you all.

Mike.

Hey, Tricia.

So...

this is weird.

I'm a junior staffer, and I just spoke to the president, for the second time today.

He told me my brother is actually in Kunami.

But he's fine.

That's great news.

I wonder if it was a coincidence he talked to me when my brother was part of the SEAL team he deployed.

Could be.

Thanks, Mike.

Just looking out for one of our own.

Back at ya.

The newly named emir of Kunami told followers they are witnessing the unfolding of a new democracy.

Addressing a cheering crowd of more than 100,000 in his capital...

Congratulations.

For what?

I heard something about winning a w*r.

I don't know what I'm doing here, Trey.

- Tom...

- No, this thing with Kunami.

It seemed so obvious what the right thing to do was but...

in the end, nothing's simple.

Didn't you tell me once that by the time something gets to your desk, it's because it's a coin toss?

That doesn't mean I'm the man who should be tossing the coin.

Farmer's horse runs away.

"Bad luck," neighbor says.

"Maybe," farmer says.

Horse comes back.

Brings a second horse.

"Wonderful," neighbor says.

"Maybe," the farmer says.

What the hell do horses have to do with this?

Farmer's son takes the new horse for a ride.

He's thrown.

Breaks his leg.

"Bad luck," neighbor says.

"Maybe," farmer says.

Next day, the m*llitary drafts all the young men except the farmer's son.

"Wonderful," the neighbor says.

"Maybe," the farmer says.

We never know what our choices will bring.

Nope.

All we can do is hope the smartest, most thoughtful people are making 'em.

And I'm looking at the smartest, most thoughtful one I know.

Thank you.

You want a pour?

Maybe.

Hey.

- The emir's nephew's taking over.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

He's not Churchill, but he's saying all the right things.

Maybe he'll be a moderating influence.

At least we have a way forward, right?

So, Gregory Bowen was a bad guy.

- You were saying that all along.

- Yeah.

But how are he and I different?

We're both mercenaries.

He just fell in with the wrong money.

Ambition took hold.

It could've been me.

No, no, not a chance.

Oh, yeah?

How do you know?

Because beneath the neuroses and the perfectionism, the candor that makes us want to take a bat to your head...

If this is a pep talk, it's no bueno.

I'm saying you have a streak of decency.

Bowen doesn't.

You'll never be him.

Are we supposed to hug now?

Because I don't do that.

Yeah.

We'll be right there.

Let's go.

Now what?

Patient Tom Kirkman is experiencing a profound yet repressed sense of grief over the loss of his wife, with associated decisional incapacity and behavior...

What the hell is this?

The recorded session notes from the president's therapist.

- Those are confidential.

- They were on his therapist's computer.

It was hacked.

The recordings are all over the Internet.

We need to get in front of this.

- How many of the notes were leaked?

- All of them.

You guys have been working on this.

Who the hell is our hacker?

We're closing in on a suspect.

But here's the thing, unlike all the other hacks, this one comes with a built-in clue.

- His therapy was a closely guarded secret.

- Yes.

And most of the people who knew about it are in this room.