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Members of the Hightower family,

distinguished guests, my fellow Americans.

It is a great honor and privilege for me to be here with you today.

Today we remember and say goodbye

to a man who loved his country, madly.

A man who worked to better his country, profoundly...

You've reached Cyrus Beene, please leave a message.

A 62year-old male with multiple penetrating wounds to the chest.

Severe blood loss on scene.

Poorly responsive and hypotensive

with a B.P. of 60/30 and dropping fast.

I'm telling you something's up.

Why isn't the president there yet?

And I'm telling you to stay calm. He'll be here.

A soldier on the battle lines of immigration,

Rob worked tirelessly to mend a broken system.

Cy?

You okay?

There's a thing, sir. There's a thing...

a thing I need to tell you.

Mr. President. We have a situation.

I've got Governor Ashland going towards the east gate.

Senator Marquez, secure! Go! Go! Go!

Ashland, clear. Marquez, clear.

Evac's at 75% percent, sir.

It's a miracle we caught this in time. Isn't it, Cyrus?

Vice President Sally Langston was in attendance,

as well as the republican vice presidential nominee,

California governor Andrew Nichols.

The president, thankfully, had not yet arrived

when authorities began the evacuation.

You're absolutely sure there's a bomb in that building?

Yes, sir.

- Absolutely sure? - 100% percent, sir.

Because if there's no bomb,

we're gonna look like a bunch of...

- We've got Governor Nichols. - Where's the V.P? Where's Sally?

We do not have eyes on the V.P, sir.

- Shut down air traffic. - Yes, sir.

I want a sweep of the Capitol, Pentagon, every major tourist site.

- On it, sir. - Eyes on the V.P! Eyes on!

We have her on the move.

Once sec! Approaching motorcade! We have to move, sir!

- Not yet! - Leo!

I have orders!

One second! Just... I need one sec! Hey!

This is it, Sally.

This is your Pearl Harbor, your 9/11, your act of God.

This is your time.

- Agent. Hold the car. - Yes, ma'am.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Be Jesus. You go in there, and you be Jesus!

Still no indication of who

- is behind this attack, Mr. President. - Could be domestic.

We're looking into fringe religious groups...

Mr. President, we need to get you into the briefing room.

- Not until we get answers. - There'll be time for that later.

- Right now, we need to get you out there. - Excuse me.

Olivia, you have blood on your shirt.

Why do you have blood on your shirt?

- My father was stabbed. - Maya?

- Is Rowan... - He's in the hospital.

I don't know how he is.

- So she's still in the country? - I don't know.

All I know is that right now, you need to be

in front of a camera addressing the nation, now.

Because the next few hours are crucial to your re-election.

Well, the secret service tried to drag her out of here,

but it was impossible.

I mean, you know she volunteered for the Red Cross after college?

It's amazing her skills are still so sharp.

Madame Vice President, can you tell us how...

Not now. There's too much work to be done here.

Can you help me apply some pressure?

Of course.

No cameras, please.

No, no, no, no, no. Keep... keep rolling. It's okay. For history.

Although we're clearly just beginning our investigation,

I want to assure the American people

whoever was responsible for this attack

will be brought to justice.

The United States will not tolerate

nor will its citizens be intimidated...

I'm looking at a split screen, Tracey!

Why the hell am I looking at a split screen?!

The election has nothing to do with it.

This is a national crisis.

You don't put the president of the United States

- on a split screen. - B.N.C.

Tracey, hold on.

Jim, the country wants to hear from their president.

Who cares what the other nets are doing?

You're a news organization. Act like it.

Split screen makes him look like

some talking head on a Sunday-morning news show!

- Oh, we've got a full screen! - That did not just happen!

Annie! Annie, you dropped the president?!

- Annie?! Annie?! - Another one.

Tracey, full screen on the veep? Really?

Another one down.

I will spend the rest of my life making sure you pay for this.

Jim. You can do this. Show your integrity.

Be a leader. Give the president the respect he deserves.

Don't apologize. Just don't do it.

Don't you dare, Jim!

I mean it. Don't you d...

Just as Saint Francis built his church...

brick by brick and stone by stone...

the brave Americans who suffered here today

will have to rebuild their lives.

But they will not do it alone.

Every American will be with them.

I will be with them.

And make no mistake...

we will not turn the other cheek.

We will find out whoever did this,

and we will be just,

and we will be swift, and we will be ruthless.

Now let us pray.

You see it?

I saw it.

You know I never give up.

Yeah, I... I know.

We're gonna lose the election on Tuesday.

Let's be honest.

We lost the election today.

Over? The polls this afternoon had us in striking distance.

That was before Sally's canonization.

- What about the bombers? - What about them?

We find them, we bring them in,

we march them in front of some cameras.

It won't make a difference. It's too late.

What if we hit the road? Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania.

- It won't be enough. - I'll give some big speeches.

- We'll steal back the headlines. - I'm sorry.

I know how much this meant to you.

I'm gonna lose?

I want a refund.

I want our money back.

Whatever your fee is,

whatever ridiculous amount of money we have wasted on you.

- Mellie... - Why did we hire her?!

'Cause I thought we hired her to win.

Hmm.

The doctors said you're a miracle.

Said the knife came this close to your heart.

I'm alive, and that's what matters.

I'm glad you're okay.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I was...

Worried about you.

Olivia,

tell your dad what's wrong.

We're going to lose the election.

Fitz is going to lose. And I...

can't fix it or make it okay.

I thought I could repair what we did,

I thought we could win clean, but...

we're going to lose.

I wish there was something I could do to help.

You...

don't want Fitz to win. You hate him.

I do not like him.

But, Olivia,

I do love you,

and I want you to have everything...

Everything you deserve.

So, when I say I wish I could help,

I do wish I could help.

I wish I could help you.

I was scared.

When I saw the blood...

When she stabbed you, I was scared.

Maya wants you to tie up loose ends, huh?

- And I'm one of them? - Save the sentimentality.

- It will make it easier on both of us. - Oh, I'm not being sentimental.

Once she gets her hands on that money,

you're gonna be a loose end, too, I promise you.

You think I can just let you go?

Don't be naive.

You know our whole plan, H.

You have our brokerage accounts, routing numbers...

everything you need to walk out of here

and up the steps to the justice department.

I wouldn't do that. I'll keep quiet.

Save my life...

And I'll save yours.

- We're going to lose the election. - Maya's in the wind.

- What about tracking her brokerage accounts? - All dead ends.

- And you never found Adnan? - No luck there, either.

Oh, dear lord! My eyes!

We thought you weren't gonna be in till later.

Yeah, well, you thought wrong!

Okay, okay. Never mind all... all this.

- What's that? - That's Liv's dad's blood.

He got stabbed by Liv's mom when he lured her here.

Which... Turned you two on?

- I... - You know what? I don't want to know!

Never mind. Just clean up!