q www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015. (cell phone ringing) (ringing continues) (ringing continues) (electronic tones play) NEWSMAN: The vice president is scheduled to preside over a Senate vote today on President Sawyer's controversial Middle East peace plan. Then tomorrow, the vote will go to Congress. -Republicans and Democrats -(helicopters whirring) -(gasps) have indicated they will vote along party lines, but some members have indicated that they may cross over. (helicopters approaching) (gentle laugh) WOMAN: Castle, this is Hummingbird. We are inbound from Andy. We're three minutes out. Carol... he wants to do the thing. -Really? -Really. Mr. President, it isn't a good idea to deviate from the flight plan. Pretty please, Carol? Leader of the Free World saying pretty please? That ought to count for something. Captain Johns, we are going to deviate from Route Omaha. The president would like -to do the thing. -PILOT 1: Copy that. Let's give him the special tour. Dropping to 30 feet. (birds chirping) SAWYER (voice-over): Do you know that Abraham Lincoln was the first U.S. president who was in favour of women having the vote? Matter of fact, he wrote a paper on suffrage while he was still in the Illinois Legislature. -Yes, I did know that, because you tell me every time we do this. CAROL: Castle, this is Hummingbird. We are short Foxtrot, one minute out. -I need a go/no go. -Sky Sector One, Castle Ground, all clear, three inbound. PILOT 2: Castle Ground, Sky Sector One, report. Hummingbird, this is Castle Ground. You are clear. Scanning sky south. -(scanner beeping) -Clear. Clear. Hummingbird, (over radio): this is Castle Sky. You are clear. Hummingbird, this is Castle Keep. You are... Wait. Hold. -Castle Ground, we are holding. -Air Command, -switch to thermal. -Roger that. Switching to thermal. RADAR TECH: Confirm Sector Five, southeast quadrant clear. (officers sigh with relief) Hummingbird, this is Castle Keep. You're clear. PILOT 1: Copy that. PILOT 3: Breaking off for security sweep. Stand by. RADIO OFFICER: Hummingbird approaching. PILOT: Castle Ground, all clear. Be it ever so humble. COMMANDER: Atten-hut! Escort! SAWYER: Not a bad way to travel, is it? WOMAN: Beats Dupont Circle, sir. Uh, what time does my wife get in? -18:45. -Wake me if civilisation ends. -GUARD: Welcome home, sir. -Thanks. Hummingbird, you are released. MAN: Tell me we don't have the best job in the world. SAWYER (voice-over): ...which is why I believe that the number one source of violence in our world is poverty. Now, we were poor in my neighbourhood. Sometimes we couldn't even eat. (snores) And my best friend Ricky, he had it worse than us. One day things got so desperate for Ricky, he made a plan to rob the corner store. And I told my mother about it. You know what she did? She had him over, cooked him a full meal, and told him that he could stay with us as long as he wanted. And it was then that I realised that if you feed a man, you take away his propensity for violence. -Come on, we're gonna be late. -(squirrel chittering) -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's... no, that's not... that's not... mm-mm. Uh-uh, this is not happening right now. Clyde, we've had this conversation. My boss does not like squirrels; it's a bird feeder. -(chittering) -Will you at least look at me when I'm talking to you? (squirrel chitters) Look, man, I like squirrels personally, but you're getting me in trouble. Do you see this? You know what this is? -(squirrel chittering) -AGENT: Hey. We gonna need backup? (coughing) We're working. (hisses) Come on. -We have any more Robitussin? -Yes, sir. In the car. No, I'll get it, it's all right. Quiet night? We're under attack by squirrels, sir-- they're organised, and they have the numbers. -Little stinkers trying to get into the bird feeder again? -(chuckles): Yeah. -Morning, sir. Hey, Roy. John, I know this is not the most glamorous job in the world. Look, I appreciate it very much. Yeah, we'll be there in ten minutes. SAWYER (on TV): As leaders, we have a choice. We can sit back and let the same cycle of war continue in the Middle East, or we can do something about it. You know how much money we've spent on the war since 2001? (pager beeping) Over a trillion dollars. Could you imagine if you had... It's gonna be a busy morning, boys. SAWYER: ...education, food, health care and infrastructure in the Middle East. Now, we've begun historic talks with the Republican of Iran's newly elected president, Al-Sharif, to build peace throughout his region. America can't do this alone. We need the full financial support of all of our allies. But we can do is take the first step. Therefore, I'm announcing today that all U.S. troops will be removed from the Middle East. Let's not repeat the same mistakes that we've made in the past. And Lord knows, I've made some mistakes myself. Instead, I ask you to stand with me today. Sign this treaty. Let's end this debilitating pattern of violence, and let's show the world that the pen is truly mightier than the sword. Thank you. NEWSWOMAN: President Sawyer delivered what can only be described as a historic speech earlier today in Geneva. -Uh, let's go live... -You changed your hair. Last week. I'm gonna be late tonight. I love you very much. (TV news continues in background) (birds chirping) Good morning, sir. MAN: Well, John, what do you think of the president's proposal? I-I don't know, sir. I mean, it's good to have less enemies, I guess. You're a military man; you don't think he's putting us at risk? That's a little above my pay grade, sir. But, I mean, if you feel that way, why didn't you run against him? No, no, no, no. That's one job I never wanted. I like my office. I like my constituents. And I like being a thorn in the side of the administration. But, you know, I think voters today want somebody cool. Oh, come on, Mr. Speaker, I think you're pretty cool. (blowing nose) (laughs quietly) (sighs) Uh... he, uh, went to bed at 8:00... The president has a call scheduled -with the speaker at 9:30. -Oh, yeah, I should be up there for that, shouldn't I? No, sir, you have to be here in case of a deadlock, and of course... Hey, I'm gonna see you later, all right? ...with the red tie for that. -Jenna? -That's fine, Mr. Vice President. Red tie's the way to go. (whispers): Jenna. Jenna. Did you get me in? What do I get if I did? -What do you want? -Uh, dinner. Candlelight. And a promise that you will try to get to second base. -(Jenna laughs) -Done. You're meeting with Carol Finnerty, Deputy Special Agent -in charge of the president's Secret Service detail. -Okay. -You have a drive-on... -Look, I need a, I need a favour. -This is a favour. -I know; I need another favour. -I need a pass for my daughter. -John... Oh, no, you don't understand. Okay, look, she's a freak for all this kind of stuff, so if I get her in, I'm, like, Dad of the Year. All right? And I will owe you so much more than just candlelight dinner. I'll make a call. Perfect. Thank you. You're the best. NEWSWOMAN (voice-over): ...a truly historic handshake. What President Sawyer is proposing to Iranian president Al-Sharif is withdrawing all American troops across the entire Middle East, and for that he'll ask his G8 partners for help. NEWSMAN: It's all about money, and who won't like this deal one bit are American companies... -(doorbell rings) -...who do business with the American military. WOMAN: Want to grab the door? Em. -(doorbell rings) -WOMAN: I'll get it. Hey. You're late. She thought you weren't coming. Why wouldn't I be coming? (sighs) Hey, you, little face. come on, get your stuff, let's go, baby. -Bye, Mommy. I love you. -I love you, too, sweetie. (quiet chuckle) What's up... (quietly): I literally just walked in the door. What did I do? You missed her talent show. No, I... didn't miss it. It's, like, next Thursday. No, it was last Thursday. It was on the school calendar. (heavy sigh) What did she do? She was a flag twirler. That's a talent? She practiced for, like, six weeks, John. She thought you were gonna be there. It would've been really nice to just have -a little bit of a reminder. -Oh, come on, I'm not your secretary, John. I'm not asking you to be my secretary. Look, I'm just, I'm trying... I'm trying really hard to be in her life. It's a little late for that, wouldn't you say? Have a good day. JOHN (voice-over): Are you mad at me? Just tell me. Will you be on that all day long? (music playing faintly over headphones) (phone chimes) (sighs quietly) "Yes." Well, that sucks, because... you know, I thought you would -want this, but... -Lame. You don't even know what it is. Do you really think a bribe's gonna work? Yeah. I'm hoping so. We're both adults here, John. Speak for yourself, okay? Can you please just open it? -For me? -(sighs) What is it? I-It's a pony, baby. I don't... Come on, for me, please just... These are White House passes? JOHN: Yeah. That might mean we're going to the White House. (chuckles) And that your dad here has a job interview with the Secret Service. This is really cool, John. You're just gonna stick with "John"? Yeah. ANNOUNCER: And now The Roger Skinner Show, today live -from the White House. -SKINNER: Hi, folks. President Sawyer is one of those academics who never served a day in his life, and now he wants to tell the military how to run things? He's going to make peace with Iran because he has friends there now? -(knocking on door) -Come on. -Sir, I have the First Lady for you. -Remind me again why let these guys broadcast from my lawn? Freedom of the press? You know what? I knew it was something. Hey, babe. How are the French taking it? The treaty's gonna be a tough sell here. -How's it going there? -Raphelson is the key. We lose him, then we lose that Southern voting bloc. If this goes down, you're looking at a one-term president. I know two people who wouldn't have a problem with that. Do you still have that watch I gave you? Yes, I do, Miss First Lady; it's in my pocket right next to my heart. You know, Mary Todd gave it to Lincoln to remind him he only had so much time to do good things while he was in that chair. SAWYER (sighs): I hear you. Well, kiss Amber for me, okay? I love you ladies. Miss you. I got to go back to being president. I love you, too. EMILY (voice-over): Did you know that 1.5 million people visit the White House every year? JOHN (voice-over): No, I... did not know that. Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't make it to your talent show. I'm not. -Seriously. -Did you know the White House used to be called the Presidential Palace? Look, I need you to hear me right now-- look at me. I really wished I was there. (sighs) No, you don't. All I... all I did was twirl a flag. It was stupid. You do know that you don't have to do that with me, right? What? Have thick skin. You're 11. (gasps) -Good morning. -Good morning, sir. -JOHN: How are you? -Fine, thank you. -Yourself? -Good. Photo I.D.'s, please. Thank you. What are you guys looking for? Explosives. -This is awesome. -All right, park up on the left, then you go into the East Lobby. -All right. Have a good one. EMILY (voice-over): Did you know that the president travels in an 18-ton military-armoured modified Cadillac CTS built to withstand gas, -chemical and missile attacks? -(John laughs) -That's on the Internet? -(laughs): Wikipedia. (setting objects down) Capitol Police, off-duty. You're going to have to check your weapon, sir. All right. -(quiet electronic squeaking) -JOHN: Check her good. (lock clicks, door creaks) -Hey, Tom. -Hey, buddy. So, how is your blog coming along? Nobody says "blog" anymore, John. What do you mean, they don't say "blog"? -I just learned "blog." -CAROL: Hi. Hi. Just for 20 seconds, act like you don't hate me. -Hi. I'm Carol Finnerty. -Hi. John. Carol? Cale. Oh, my God. Carol Wilkes. Um, actually, I'm Carol Finnerty now. You're... Deputy Special Agent Finnerty? Oh, you're Jenna's favour. (Carol laughs) (laughs) Um... This is Emily. This is Em, my daughter. My father is a very special man. -JOHN: Mm-hmm. -It's nice to meet you. Uh... I-I paid her to say that. Let's get started. Okay. I don't know. Just... (splutters) Sorry, I gotta ask -- you didn't marry Jim Finnerty from Sigma Chi, did you? That guy was... An asshole -- yes, he was. This is my colleague Special Agent Todd. Standard Secret Service protocol requires a two-agent review for every interview. You're not to look at Agent Todd. I-I'm sorry, I just looked at him. So we just-- OK. The subject is John Cale. Born 1980, grew up in the District of Columbia, graduated Hill High in 1999. Looks like you've bounced from job to job -- mechanic, limo driver, construction... Is my credit score in there? Yes, and you should be ashamed of yourself. It's a recession, OK? and had a child six months later. Filed for divorce in 2005. So you did three tours in Afghanistan and you were wounded in the Kunar Province. Yes, ma'am. You received a Silver Star for pulling a Corporal Dawson from a burning Humvee? There was an IED attack. Humvee flipped, we were taking fire, so I grabbed him. -Why? -I was a little concerned that he was getting a little too warm in there. -(snickers) -It's funny to me, you still think glib is the way to go here. Corporal Dawson is the nephew of the Speaker of the House, and when you were discharged a year ago, he got you a job with the Capitol Police. Actually, on his protection detail. (Todd snickers) (chuckles) If Special Agent Todd keeps making those sounds, I'm gonna start looking at him. Will you give us a second, please, Ryan? -(door lock beeps, clicks) -John, why do you want to be in the Secret Service? I can't think of a more important job than protecting the president. Okay, this job requires a university degree. You dropped out of GW after our first semester there. You don't finish things. Check the file, Carol. Two years in college night school. A certificate of graduation should be in there. Great. Yeah, John, you barely maintained a "C" average. Look, I'm sorry, I didn't have our little study sessions like we used to back in the day, did I? Uh, evaluations from your senior officers. "Sergeant Cale frequently does not complete his field reports on time." Doesn't have anything to do with protecting someone. Fine. "Sergeant Cale demonstrates a lack of respect for authority." "Sergeant Cale has raw potential but seems determined not to realise it." -You can keep reading that. That is not me anymore. I've changed and I'm not the kid that you used to know in college either. I've buttoned up every single thing that I have to to qualify for this job, and I have ten times more experience than any kid coming out of Ivy League schools. It's not just about experience. I would need to depend on you every day. What do you want me to do? I'll start at the` I'll start at the bottom. Just give me a chance. I'm sorry. Did you get the job? Yeah, I think I got a shot. Really? You know how it is. They gotta go talk amongst themselves and... These-- look, These things -- they can be really political. 1 (siren wailing) (clattering) Good morning. Light day at the White House today. Eagle will remain on the 18 acres. He has phone calls to the congressional leadership. First Lady is back tonight? Empress is wheels down at 18:45. They're supposed to have a private dinner at the Residence, but you know how they are. So we should have an advance on Obelisk, Marcel's, the usual. What if she wants sushi? No, no, she's off sushi. Remember she had that thing on the Japan trip? Carol, how are you still awake? Caffeine and patriotism, sir. -Threat matrix? -Uh, well, threats against POTUS have quadrupled since the G8 speech. PID is keeping an eye on a guy in Buffalo they're worried about. -Visitors today? -Just the AV guys again. DC Sonic-- they're replacing the surround system in the movie theatre. First Lady must be thrilled. And she's, uh... she's coming back tonight? Carol... is she coming back tonight? Uh, yes, sir. Wheels down at 18:45. Yes, of course. As many of you are well aware, this is my last week here, so I want to make this clear to everybody-- if there are any congratulatory cakes or any of that nonsense, I will be compelled to use deadly force. CAROL (and others): # For... he's a jolly good fellow, # for he's a jolly good fellow, # for he's a jolly good fellow,... I hate you. I hate you all. # which nobody can deny. # Thank you. No incendiaries in the White House. All right, baby, I just gotta get my weapon real quick. You're gonna have to, have to sign out, sir, please. Hello. Yeah. You guys here for the tour? Do you think we can see where you'll be working? Uh... yeah, sure. Great. Gather around, everyone, gather around. My name is Donnie, and I'll be your guide today as we take a walk through American history. But first I want to give you all a very warm Washington, DC, welcome to the White House, where each year we get millions of guests from every corner of the globe. Where are you folks from? Uh, Washington, DC. Bad choice. What about you, ma'am? WOMAN: Nebraska. And what brings you to the White House today? Well, I want to see the tunnels where JFK snuck Marilyn Monroe in. Unfortunately, no such tunnels exist, but don't worry, we have plenty of other very exciting sights to show you guys. Follow me this way. Now, does anyone want to guess how old the White House is? Yes. 222 years old. That's... very accurate. Construction began in 1792 on what was then called the President's House. Now, Article One, Section Eight of the U.S. Constitution set forth that a district of no more than ten miles square should house the new seat of government. Does anyone know why? So no one state could claim the President's House. Right again-- you're a real keener, aren't you? Now, the Founders were crafty... Hey, so you can tell me the truth. Do you get picked on a lot in school? No, I don't. WALKER: Oh... MAN: It's a gift certificate for a massage. (Walker chuckles) I could use one. Martin, it-it's, it's been... I know. For me, too, Ted. (both chuckle) -(Walker sighs) -You know you're gonna miss this. When's the last time you took a day off? Oh, I'm fine. -Hmm? -I'm fine. Piece of advice: You gotta get back on the horse. I've got to get back on the horse? First rule of divorce: you got to get right out there. Sow some oats, break some hearts, have actual human interaction with a member of the opposite sex. Carol... you keep this up, 20 years from now you're going to look like me. Oh, there are worse things. Don't make this your whole life. Trust me. It's not worth it. -Go home. -(sighs) Get some rest. Now. And that is an order. Yes, sir. GUIDE: Now, not too many people realise this, but the White House is actually three buildings. There's the East Wing where you guys came in, there's the West Wing, which houses the Oval and Executive Offices of the President, and we're about to enter the Residence, which is the big, famous building in the middle that got blown up in "Independence Day." What's in there? Well, that's the president's home theatre. Membership has its privileges. Right this way through the double doors, please. There's still lots more to see. You got a visitor. Hey. Excuse me, sir, could you stay with the tour, please? -JOHN: Yeah. -Thank you. The White House is big. Including below-ground levels, it's six stories tall with 132 rooms, 412 doors, 147 windows, 28 fireplaces, and 35 bathrooms. The grounds contain a tennis court, a basketball court, a putting green, a jogging track, and a swimming pool. And where's the PEOC? The what? She's referring to the Presidential Emergency Operations Center, which is this really cool bunker behind ten feet of concrete and steel that's capable of surviving a nuclear blast, plus, for your information, miss, it's the one room in the house that no one knows the location of. WikiLeaks says it's under the East Wing. Who wants to see the bowling alley, huh? -Oh, my God. -How we doing, folks? -Mr. President. -How's the tour going? -You see the basketball court? -EMILY: Mr. President, Mr. President, can I ask you a question for my YouTube Channel? I guess that'd be all right. What's your name? -Emily Cale. -Emily Cale, go ahead, shoot. Okay. How I look on that thing? I wasn't ready for a press conference. How do you expect 22 Arab nations with different regional and religious interests to agree on a single treaty, especially given the newly erupting conflicts between the Shiites and the Sunnis in Southern Pakistan? Wow... tough question. To be honest with you, I don't know. Whether they'll agree or not, I'm not sure, but I gotta try, because the day we stop believing that different people can come together is the day we've given up on the world, and I'm not ready to do that, but what I am ready to do is give a little girl a shout-out on her YouTube blog. -(laughs) -Hi, folks, my name is James W Sawyer, and I'm here with Emily Cale and her video blog. Check it out. -All right, guys, you have a good one. -W-W-Wait. Mr President, this is my dad, John. He's gonna be on your Secret Service detail. Secret Service detail. Hmm? Is that right, John? -Uh... Uh... -You know, I take my protection detail very seriously. -Yes, sir. -Stop lying to children. Nice to meet you, Emily Cale. You guys have a good one. Need your vote now. Oh, my God, that was so fun. Thought you said no one says "blog" any more, huh? Bye, Fred. Goodbye, Ms Finnerty. Oil painting by Tom Freeman to commemorate the burning of the White House by the British in 1814. Wait -- the White House burned down? Yeah, yeah, in the War of 1812. Practically had to be rebuilt from the ground up. When I look at this painting, I get very emotional. -John. -Hmm? I think I need to avail myself of one of the 35 bathrooms in here. (chuckles) There's a ladies' room downstairs. -Where? I'll take her. -I can go by myself, John. I'm not a child. Hey, just don't touch anything or... or wander off or talk to anybody that you shouldn't be talking to. I make no promises. He's seven minutes behind. Sorry, he got hung up on the State Floor. SAWYER: Good morning, Margaret. Could you get the Speaker of the House on the phone for me, please? -Right away, sir. Sir, any chance that you and the missus have zeroed in on a dining establishment for this evening? Martin, when have you known the missus to zero in on anything? Fair point, sir. Martin, I want to shake your hand. We're all sorry to see you go. Thank you, Mr. President. And I know that you and Muriel have had a tough go of it -since Kevin passed, and... -We all have to make sacrifices for our country, sir. Yeah, but it's, it's more... -I have the Speaker of the House for you, sir. I'm sorry. Thank you, Mr. President. (clears throat) -Thank you, Margaret. -You're welcome, sir. -(door closes) -Eli. That was quite a speech, Mr. President. (over phone): You know, if you were on board, we'd have a real shot at peace here. (over phone): You do know that your plan has upset the entire defence industry. I mean, these are powerful people who give money to both parties. Well, I talked to President Al-Sharif again about the discussion we had six months ago, and he's assuring me that he has proof. -And you believe him? -I do. Look, those guys that run those corporations have been in bed with these radical regimes for years. All they want to do is keep the cycle of war going. Al-Sharif will expose them, and all of that wrongdoing is going to come out as soon as our plan is signed. Sir, if your plan is signed. (wheels on cart squeaking) Jesus. Since when do you guys come through here? My supervisor told me to come this way. Stop. Be careful next time. SAWYER (over phone): I know we've had our differences, but I've never known you to be a man to let politics stand in the way of doing the right thing. Now, if you stand with me on this, you can be the man that could take these guys down. (over phone): Mr. President, I'd like to drag every one of these CEOs in front of Congress, but there's more at stake here. I can't support this, not at the risk of leaving us militarily exposed in the region. Oh, come on, you know those bases are for show now. We could launch a drone off of any carrier in the Gulf and hit any target we want. (wheels squeaking) (beeping quietly) GUARD: Excuse me, miss. Uh, sir, you can't leave that there. Hey, buddy! 24, I'm in the Rotunda. I got a maintenance-- (tyres screeching) (horns honking) (indistinct chatter) Eli, you all right? People, let's go, push. Get your security teams up. Mr. Speaker? Mr. Speaker...? -Sir, are you all right? -I'm fine, I'm fine. All right, we have to get out of here right now. -You follow me, okay? -Where's the vice president? -He's in the chamber, I think. -Well, call him, tell him we need to institute Continuity of Government now. I tried; he's been cut by some glass. -Now stay, stay close. -Come on. Don't panic, take your time. Mr. President, there's been an explosion -at the Capitol building. -And? I'm crashing the White House. We're crashing the White House. Get the CAT Team up. I want all nonessentials evac'd. Get that hallway clear if we have to move. Go. Sergeant, bolt these doors. I need Marine One here as fast as possible. Sir, I need you to move away from the windows, sir. Yeah. Lock down all these doors. -Quickly. -Go, go, go! -Clear. -Sir. -The Residence. -(overlapping chatter) -Bear with us, please. Sir, we have a tour group on the State Floor. Hold them in the Blue Room. Maintain positions. Keep the hallways clear. -Everybody stay where you are. -What's happening? My daughter's downstairs. No one goes anywhere until we lift the crash. Look, she's just a little girl; I gotta go get her. Sir, step away from the door. (scoffs) MAN (in distance): Keep moving, please! Everybody! Gentlemen, we're on lockdown. You can't be in here. -Let's go. -Sorry? I s... I said we're on lockdown! -I can't hear you, man! -You got to be kidding me. Movie time is over. Shut this down! Let's go. -(nail gun clacking) -(grunting) Bobby, sync watches, 60 seconds. Silencer. Let's go. OFFICER (over radio): Yes, sir, that is correct, sir. -We are on full lockdown. -Hey! (silenced gunshots) (grunts) (alarm beeping) We need help up here now! Security sweep! Open up! (silenced gunfire) 30 seconds. Secure Air Comm. Meet at the rally. (lock buzzes) (silenced gunfire) -MAN: Armoury secure. -(lock buzzing) All right, let's go. Let's move, move! OFFICER: Hold up. We're on full lockdown here. -Hey...! -(silenced gunshots) (elevator bell dings) (over radio): East Hall secure. Heading for Castle Sky. EMILY (recorded): You've reached the voice-mail of Emily Cale. Why aren't you texting me? (beep) Em, as soon as you get this, call me back. (horn blares, siren wails) Martin, I'm right outside the Capitol. What the hell is happening? Do you have the president? I have Eagle. Call WFO, get as many men as you can to the Capitol. I'll dispatch everyone I can spare. I want a hard perimeter set around Castle. A hard perimeter around Castle. MAN: Eastside gate. Come on, let's go, people. Fred, open the gate. (lock buzzes) We're gonna be fine. Just come on. It's gonna be okay. Yeah, they're exiting the building now. Keep moving! Let's go! Let's go! Castle South clear. -(silenced gunshots) -(officers grunting) Clear! We have Castle Sky. BOBBY (over radio): You should have five agents in the East Gate, four in the Rose Garden. Confirmed. The rest should be on the South Lawn. And two policemen on the South Gate. Clean it up! Let's go! -AGENT: Let's go! Get moving! -(people screaming) (grunts) Shots fired. Code Black! Code Black! (silenced gunshot) -Say again. Say again. -He said "shots fired." Look, it's gotta be an AOP. You gotta get out there and do your job. -Sir, stand back. -Stand back? -I'm not doing anything. -Stand back. Are you serious right now? Look around you! -Stand back! -Is there a threat? The threat is out there, man! -Stand back. -Go out and do your job! Donnie, where'd you send my daughter? I'm sure she's fine. We're in the safest house in the world. Well, not today, it's not. EMILY: You've reached the voicemail of Emily Cale. -Why aren't you texting me? -Em, pick up the phone. -(alarm chiming) -(officer speaks indistinctly) OFFICER: 10-4. -Still have them on...? -No. -(automatic gunfire) -(men yelling) -MAN: Clear! -Clear! -(sirens wailing in distance) MAN (over radio): Negative, negative. Snipers on the roof -- do not approach Castle. Repeat, do not approach Castle. Do not advance. Do not advance! (door bangs open) MAN: # Say what?! # Welcome to the White House, Mr Tyler. TYLER: I love what you've done with the place; the bullet holes match the decor. Did you see that shit my boy Conrad pulled off at the Capitol? Goddamn! Let's keep it tight. Get to work. -Where are my goddamn hostages? -Shh. (phone rings quietly) -(quietly): Dad? -(over phone): Oh, thank God. -Emily, are you OK? -Dad... Look, it's gonna be OK, baby, I promise you. (crying): Where are you? -(silenced gunfire) -(yells) (panicked shouting, screaming) Where'd you send my daughter? (panting): Downstairs. Across the hall, second on the left. (people screaming) Shut up! Find him. Go! -What's going on? -What? I got it. You better. PILOT: Castle, this is Hummingbird. We're on final approach. What are we waiting for, Martin? Marine One is three minutes out, sir. Castle, does anybody copy? I repeat, we are... -(gunfire) -Damn it! What the...? Break right! Break right! We are taking fire! Castle has fallen! The White House is down! Heavy weapons on the roof! We're gonna take him to the PEOC. They're in the damn building, sir. -We need to exfiltrate... -I got this! -Martin, we need to exfiltrate. -Mr. President, Mr. President, I get you to the vault, their game is over. You sure you can get me there. Yes, sir. I am. Then get me to the vault. Diamond formation: Stay low, stay close, shoot first. Got it? On me. (sirens blare) Do you have the vice president? -I repeat, do you have the vice president? -Yes, we do. We're two miles away from Andrews. What about the Speaker? REID: Negative. We do not have the Speaker. -Please evacuate the Capitol. -This way. Excuse me. Kellerman! Carol, C.O.D. says we go to the Pentagon. -MAN: This way! -I have the Speaker. We're going to the secondary location. Watch yourself. Excuse me, ma'am. (quietly): Downstairs, second door to the left. Emily. (muffled yelling) No, no, no, please... please don't! I was just on the tour, man! -You had a gun! -No! It's a phone! It's a phone! I swear. I swear. Look, I got a daughter. Please. -Get up! -OK. That was close. Shit. You think you're tough, bitch? STENZ (over radio): Keep the ground floor clear. Package is on the move. Eagle is 30 seconds from the vault. We are coming in hot. MAN (over radio): Copy that, sir. Eagle is 30 seconds from the vault. Go, go, go! Mr. President. Glasses. (blipping) WALKER: Match. We're in. -(door clanks) -WALKER: Go! WALKER: Go ahead. I'll button this up. Go ahead. CAPTAIN: Mr. Vice President, I apologise in advance, but this is gonna be the hardest takeoff you've ever felt, sir. We're gonna put this bird at 30,000 feet in 45 seconds. (engines roaring) James William Sawyer. (beeping) (deep whirring) Gentlemen. What are you doing! Please, Martin, what are you doing? I'm sorry, Ted. -Martin! -Consider this my resignation. (quietly): Emily? Where are you at, baby? Please tell me you got out of here. Mr. Stenz... we're in. I have the package. WALKER (over radio): Ground floor, through the library, and down the stairs. STENZ: The library. We're on our way. WALKER: We'll be waiting for you. (sighs): Aw, sh... aw, sh... that's the library. (groans) Don't go in there. Just... Oh, this is so stupid. SAWYER: You're not gonna get away with this, you understand that, right? Martin! What are you doing? WALKER: No, Mr. President. The question is, what are you gonna do? Gonna shake my hand again? Give a little speech? Is this about Kevin? Look, I'm sorry... (bullets ricocheting) JOHN: Run, Mr. President! To me, to me, to me! (gunfire) (bullets ricocheting) Move! STENZ (over radio): Walker. Move, move, move! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Stand behind me and do what I say. STENZ: Walker, I say again, we are coming to you, we're on the move. In the library. Shit. I'm empty. Walker! (punch thuds) Run, run, run! Stenz! JOHN: No, no, not that way! They're up there! Goddamn! STENZ: We've lost the package! Secure the exits! -Which way's this go? -West Wing. JOHN: Run, Mr. President! Move! Move! -This leads to the basement. -We're in the stairwell, -coming your way. -JOHN: Aw, shit. We gotta go! SAWYER: Elevator's here! Let's go! Shit! God! They're in the elevator heading up! -Cut 'em off in the Central Hall! -What are you doing? -Get him! -Take care of Bobby! STENZ: Killick, stop 'em at the elevator. I'm on it. -(yells) -Shh! Shh! He's in the Residence! Cut him off in the Residence! Son of a bitch! You screwed us, Walker-- you've still got one of your guys running around the building. -Not one of my guys. -Well, then who the hell is he? I don't know, he's probably some schmuck from one of the tours. Yeah, well, your tourist just killed one of my best men! So now I'm gonna take care of it! Chen! Vadim! WALKER: No, you will not. You will have your boys sweep every room in this place. And you will come with me, as planned. Find him. Yo, you don't talk to me like that in front of my men. -I don't, huh? -No, you don't! -What? Ten years I've known Bobby! Twice the guy saved my life! This doesn't go unanswered! You can drop the tough-guy shit with me, junior. Now, I know your story, Emil. I know what this country did to you. We're in this together. So be calm. -I'm calm. -Good. I'm still gonna kill him. I don't have a problem with that. But I need the president alive -- don't forget that. (bell rings, elevator whirring) 1 (bell dings) You promised me the Leader of the Free World. Where is he? Don't you worry your pretty little head about it -- we'll get him back. But without him, what kind of time frame we looking at? Well, we have 15 minutes to load in, then maybe another 30 or so to crack the protocols without his code, and after that it's on you. What about securing the basement? Well, I brought a little party favour for that. -Good. -Do you know you've got a bit of something right... It's right under your nose. -(alarm beeping) -(helicopter hovers outside) (beeping continues) -(radio static) -Vadim... you let me know the second you find these guys. VADIM: Copy that. STENZ (shouting): Somebody please shut the alarm off! (beeping continues) I got work to do. Motts... take Bobby's place in Air Comm. I'll show you the way. We got some important people waiting for us. -You okay, sir? -I'm all right. Is your family in the complex? No, they won't be here till tonight. Your daughter; where's your daughter? I couldn't find her. I hope she got out. Do you know these men? That old son of a bitch that just killed everybody, his name is Martin Walker. He's also the head of my Secret Service. Maybe you should have a conversation with him about how serious you take your protection detail. I didn't pick him. -Why is he doing this? -I think it has something to do with his son-- Kevin. -Why? What happened? -He was a Marine, and he got killed last year in this covert action that I ordered. Would he do all this for a personal vendetta? He said he wanted you alive. There's got to be a bigger play. We got to get out of this elevator shaft. I'm, uh... Oh, don't tell me you're claustrophobic. (sirens wailing) Oh, my God. The FAA needs to ground all air traffic. Where's the Secretary of Homeland Security? -He's at the White House. -Who's the Deputy Sec? Wyck Halsey. He's also at the White House. Oh, Jesus. NEWSWOMAN: ...happens, our thoughts go to terrorism. I've had enough of this. Walker told us to stay where we are. (newscast continues) Madam Secretary, gentlemen, I'm gonna ask you to accompany us to the Blue Room. Who is this man? WALKER (sighs): He is... he's a concerned citizen. Good morning, Mr. Secretary. (woman gasping) You just killed the Secretary of Defense. Well, he wasn't doing a very good job. Okay, so, would the remaining secretaries please join us in the Blue Room. -Sir, I'm on with Agent Reid. -How they doing? VP just puked all over Air Force One. Mr. Speaker, I'm General Caulfield, the Vice Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Have the nuclear launch codes been switched out? -Yes, and new codes are active. -Sir... -Okay. the stock market's collapsing. Travis, I need you to suspend trading immediately. And there's gonna be a run on the banks, so close 'em now. (whistling a tune) (whirring) (continues whistling) (stops whistling) You guys good? -Yes, sir. -(singsongy): Don't mess it up. Ah, son of a... Captain, where are we? We now have reason to believe that the explosive used at the Capitol was a diversion. -Diversion from what? -An armed paramilitary team has taken over the White House. -Do we have the president? -I spoke to Martin Walker -15 minutes ago; he had eyes on Eagle. -15 minutes is -a lifetime. -Radio chatter indicated they were headed for the PEOC. We haven't been able to make contact. CAULFIELD: We have to assume they've been compromised. All right, look, we got to get you to a phone. And you call SEAL Team Six, and they come in here and they'll shoot these assholes in the head. -We keep a scrambled satphone in the residence. Great. Where's that at? Of course it is. -You ever been rock climbing? -What, we climbing this? Unless you got a better idea, yeah. No, I don't. By the way... John Cale. James Sawyer. I'll get you out of here, sir. Just follow me up. Yeah, I'm right behind you. JOHN: Make sure you have one handhold before you let go of the other one. SAWYER: Whatever you do, I'll do. (grunts) I ain't doing that shit. (sirens whooping) NEWSWOMAN: The scene here at the White House is getting more and more chaotic every second. Right now we have got hundreds... As you can see, the military is moving into position, but won't advance because of safety concerns for the hostages. NEWSMAN: ...obvious to everyone, this is the work of Al Qaeda or some like-minded -Arab terrorist group. -WOMAN: The National Guard... The building's buttoned up. Rooftop's secure. They attempted contact yet? Not yet. -Apparently, we're all Arabs. -Good. -Cake? -No, I don't want cake. I'm diabetic. q (whispers): Hallelujah. Ah, this is my Graceland! (classical music playing) Sweet Shiva. Sugary pops of delight. MAN: Come on, let's go! Move! KILLICK: Let's go, sheeple. Now, welcome to my House. Now, sit down and shut up! -(classical music continues) -Oh, baby, I've missed you. Let's get you plugged in. You fit in nicely right there. Ladies and gentlemen, Skip Tyler has arrived. (clears throat) By the time you're watching this video, I will have pulled off the greatest hack the world has ever seen. This is difficult for some, it really is, but for me, it's as easy as... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. (computers beeping) (classical music continues) Oh... showtime! (rapid blipping) (sirens wailing in distance) KILLICK: Oh, some latecomers. Secretary of Homeland Security is in the House! (laughs) You're so getting fired for this. MAN: Look who was hiding in the Press Room. KILLICK: Oh, my God, Roger Skinner! The only one who speaks the truth. I love your show. Seriously. KILLICK: After you, please. Get in there. (giggles) (phone beeps) (Killick whistling) Come out, come out, wherever you are. Playing some hide-and-seek, little girl? Well, then, I will huff, and I will puff, and I'm gonna blow your house down. -No, no, no! Leave me alone. DONNIE: Mr. Skinner, please stop crying. Get comfortable, you little mutt. DONNIE: Are you okay? Oh, my God, where's my dad? He went looking for you. Excuse me for a second. Sir? Hi. Uh... I understand that this is a very high-stress time, but if you and your, um... colleagues could maybe be just a little bit more careful with the priceless artefacts that are in this building, because I mean, it is a living history... Okay, 'cause see, that was a Ming Dynasty 16th century vase that was a gift from Queen Elizabeth II. It's irreplaceable. I'll go sit down. I'm gonna... I'll be over here if you have any more questions. STENZ (over radio): Vadim, Chen, report. We're done with the Residence, boss. -Coming up to the third floor. -JOHN: Shh. (bell rings) (elevator whirring) SAWYER: Shit. Okay, I'm coming up. (footsteps clunk) JOHN: Get your head down! (metal screeching) (bell dings) What are you doing? Trying to shoot off the cables? I heard something. Come on. That thing's 100 years old; the shit's too heavy for it. Let's unload before it snaps. (indistinct background radio communication) Jesus, they have Javelins. Javelin what? Surface-to-air missiles. If anybody comes in by air, they're done. WOMAN: Mr. Speaker, I have the vice president for you. -Alvin, you okay? -HAMMOND: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Who's in command on the ground there? -Well... -CAULFIELD: Permission to speak freely, sir. Yeah, yeah, granted. It's a shit show. DC police are on the scene, FBI is trying to horn in, plus Secret Service feels it should be their show entirely. CAROL: It should. Carol Finnerty, Secret Service. Mr. Vice President, it was our building that was taken. Yes, it was, and now you're standing in our building. All right, what we need to do is send the Army in there and take the White House back. Actually, I don't think you can do that. Posse Comitatus and the Insurrection Act make it very difficult to deploy combat troops on American soil. Which is why we Federalised the National Guard ten minutes ago. Sir, with respect, only the president can do that. Alvin, we're in a Constitutional crisis here. We've never had a missing chief executive before. Then we're going to have to start talking about invoking the 25th Amendment. You want to remove the president from power, sir? I don't want to do anything, but I can't sit here and watch the government come crashing down around us. Well, we've tried them on the phone by now, right? Who? (classical music playing) (phone ringing) Hello? Hello, this is Special Agent Carol Finnerty. To whom am I speaking? That sounds official; please hold. Your call's very important to us. (over speaker): We've got an incoming call. About time. Put them through. Thank you for holding. I'll patch you through to my supervisor. Have a great day. Hello, this is Carol Finnerty. Who is this? It's me, Carol. You should've called already. -Martin. We've held the building for 15 minutes. -"We"? You know, I'm sure you're recording this, so let's just make this easy on everybody. My name is Martin James Walker. Chief of the Presidential Detail of the United States Secret Service. My men currently control the White House and the 61 hostages within. Martin, what are you doing? WALKER: You know, I did you the courtesy of sending you out of here. So let's just keep it professional, okay? "Professional"? You killed your own men. Where's Ted? Killing Ted Hope... was the second hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. Martin, I want you to... There's not a single thing you're about to say that I didn't teach you, Carol. So we're gonna get all this done in two hours and be done by lunch, okay? Now, ask me what I want. What do you want? WALKER: On any given day, the United States Federal Reserve holds in excess of $400 million in cash. And I want it loaded aboard a Boeing C17, which you will leave fuelled and otherwise empty on runway one-niner. CAROL: I'd like to know how you plan on getting from the White House to Reagan National without being killed. We have eyes in the sky. If I see a single sniper within ten miles of this place, I am going to kill four Cabinet members, and in a particularly nice touch of irony, the Director of Homeland Security himself. Is President Sawyer alive? -Yes. -I want proof of life. You got two hours or I will execute him myself on the South Lawn of the White House. (dial tone) HAMMOND: Jesus, the head of his own detail. At least we know how they got in so easily. The question is, can we be sure he's the only Secret Service member who's been compromised? Oh, go to hell. Proof of life, huh? Well, you say you can do better than your men. Here's your chance. Find him. With pleasure. Walker's wife, Muriel, is in Fairfax. Could you find her, please? You okay? I have Thanksgiving at their house every year. STENZ (voice-over): All right, listen up! I want to run the whole search again, from the top. Motts, meet me on the ground floor. Chen, Vadim, start on the third. We'll meet in the middle. -Roger that. I'm taking the stairs. Mulcahy, finish up. That was the last one. Wait, so you said Walker... Walker's son died? The Pentagon thought that Iran had a nuclear bomb. So we sent a team in. Things went wrong. Martin's son Kevin got killed. So you're telling me this is personal? I know he's not doing it by himself. Someone else is footing the bill. -Who? -You ever heard of the military-industrial complex? Those are the manufacturers of the weapons. They think they own the system, and they will do anything to keep that power. They profit off of your sacrifice. Politicians always love talking about sacrifice. -You think I don't know anything about sacrifice, doing this job? How many people come to your house and want to kill you? MULCAHY: Missiles are topside. (bell rings) Elevator going down to one. (clunking) -We got to get off on the second floor. -What? Get off, get off, get off. You all right? -You see anybody? -No, we're clear. Kick it in. Harder. Mr. President, stay on my hip. (gun clicks) I got three rounds. Tell me you got some weapons in the Residence. No, we usually have two agents right there with machine guns. -We got some knives in the kitchen. -What? They're big knives. Great, then you can make me a sandwich. Now, where's the phone? Right here. Walker set this number up. Wait a minute, he's gonna trace it. So we got to get in touch with somebody on the outside. Wait, I got somebody. -You got somebody? -Yeah, yeah. I need to get my shoes. (phone line ringing) (jet engines whooshing) q Needed... this. (phone ringing) Hello? Jenna, this is John Cale. John, not a good time. No, no, wait, wait, hold on a second. -(phone beeping) -Close friend? She works for the vice president. -(phone rings) -John, have you heard what's happening? It-It's so not a good time. Jenna, do not hang up on me; I'm with the president. we're in the White House. That's not funny, John. No, does this sound like a joke to you? Yeah, he's... Jenna, this is James Sawyer. For the past ten minutes, I've been getting shot at with this young man. So if you could connect me to whatever command or control structure we still have left, -I would really appreciate it. -Um, hold on. And let them know that the president doesn't... Hello? -(mellow music plays) -Thank you. She hung up? She, um, put me on hold when I was thanking her. (mellow music continues) So, we wait for, uh, your best friend, Jenna, huh, to hit us back. (sighs) Hmm? You smoke? Neither do I. This is your moment, sir. The country is looking for a leader. It's your time to step up. Jenna, I told you, we weren't to be disturbed. But the President of the United States just called my cell. -HAMMOND: Mr. President. -SAWYER: It's about damn time. Mr. President, are you all right? -We're safe. -"We"? Yeah, I'm with someone right now. I'm gonna put him on the phone. Hello, sir, this is John Cale. -Cale? -John, what are you doing in the White House? He's doing a damn good job is what he's doing. It's a long story, Mr. Speaker, but look, they've taken the building and they're holding hostages, so not to put too fine a point on things, this is when you come in here and get us, right? -Yeah, we're doing our best. -SAWYER: Do we have any intel on these people, General? -CAULFIELD: We are working on that, sir. -But, John, in the meantime, you have to get the president out of there. Can you get to the basement? Yeah, sure. -Yeah. -There's a series of tunnels. JFK used them to sneak Marilyn in. -I thought that was a myth. -It's true. Donnie's gonna be pissed. CAROL: You get to the basement, and I'll lead you to the tunnel. OK, Carol, I got separated from Emily. Can you tell me if she made it out or not? CAROL: We're gonna find her, but you have got to get the president to safety, okay? (John grunts softly) (beep, dial tone) Cale? Cale? Can you get him back? (shouting) -(automatic gunfire) -(John yells, grunts) (yelling in Russian) (John yells) (shouting in Russian) (shouting in Russian) (grunting) Son of a bitch! (grunting) (men yelling from other room) (grunting) Get your hands off my Jordans! (grunting) JOHN: Whoa! (grunting, yelling) Freeze! -I said freeze! -Shoot him! Sir! No, don't shoot him. (both grunting) JOHN: Shoot him! (debris clattering) (panting) (quietly): Shit. (John and Sawyer panting) Are you okay? Yeah. Uh-uh, don't worry about him. He would've... killed me if you wouldn't have killed him. Thanks, asshole. Look what I found. Merry Christmas. You got the satphone? Right here. And it's on. (speed dial blipping) Mr. President, are you okay? Define "okay." CAROL: What happened, John? We got two dead bad guys up here, that's what happened. JOHN: Carol, these guys had military training. You got to find out what they're doing here. CAROL: Walker's demanded a ransom. You really think they're going through all this for money? Guys? You need to see this. -Hang on, John. -...people watching all of this together. Uh, no doubt young Emily Cale had to risk her own life to... Can you get me the president here? ...images out to the world. Cale, can you turn on the news? You got a TV? Carol, we need to find out -how Walker found these guys. -Okay. But, John, you've -got to turn on the news. -Why? What's going on? CAROL: I'm so sorry. What you are seeing really is just amazing footage captured by an extremely brave young girl by the name of Emily Cale. Now, these are the first images coming to us from inside the White House, from inside this hostage situation. Uh, the images have gone viral. They've had more than a hundred million... -(grunts, punches TV) -Wait. Cale, Cale, listen. All right? We're all walking out of here together, okay? -(newscast continues) -I gotta go get her. -Captain. -Yes, sir? Get me facial recognition on everyone in that video now. NEWSMAN: ...very brave young girl named Emily Cale. The hostages include the nine girls from Watkins Charter School in Louisville, five Cabinet members as well, and also, understandably, a very emotional Roger Skinner. And from what I understand now... Stenz, I got the president a scrambled satphone to call his family with. He keeps it in his bedside table in the residence-- see if it's still there. (Stenz speaking Russian) (whispers): No. No! (speaking Russian) -(Stenz speaks Russian) -(Sawyer speaks Russian) (speaking Russian) WALKER: Vadim, would you be kind enough to confirm your last name for me, please? Let's go. They're in the Residence. -Go! -That's them in the Residence! Easy. (siren wailing in distance) (TV playing quietly) You got to be shittin' me. NEWSWOMAN: So we are going to put those faces up -on screen right now, and as we -In here! put these faces up on screen, we are sure that we will no doubt learn the names of the men who are holding the White House hostage. These men are clearly not Al Qaeda. Uh, we are positive, uh, -that the FBI will have -(John panting) those images out. So again, these are images captured by a brave young girl... How many more ways can you guys screw this thing up? (broadcast continues) Hey. How you like your chair? You comfortable, Mr. Skinner? Hey, let me ask you a question, um... where do you come up with all the ideas for your show? Uh... uh, I, uh... You got guys who do that for you? Because, believe me, I got some good ideas. (people scream) (pants softly) DONNIE: Hey! (groans, whimpers) Give it to me. (grunts in pain) Congratulations, asshole, you just made us all famous. When they come for us, you're gonna die first. Get away from me. You understand? (whispers): Get away from me. (Stenz holsters gun) HUTTON: Sir, we have facial recognition coming up right now. Carl Killick. This guy's a right-wing sociopath; first arrested at age 12. Tried to blow up his local post office because they employed too many African-Americans. Last seen with Conrad Cern. I saw that guy at the Capitol this morning. HUTTON: He runs a white power hate blog against President Sawyer. Lovely. KELLERMAN: Jesus. Skip Tyler. King of the hackers. Worked for the NSA. Was fired for rewriting nuclear launch coordinates to target Apple headquarters. Apparently, he was unhappy with their music-sharing polices. Yeah, Walker's been after this guy forever. HUTTON: And Emil Stenz. Ex-Delta Force. Highly decorated. I'm afraid we know this guy, too. -How? -Unfortunately, that's classified. Well, I hereby declassify it. Now, you want to share it with the group? Stenz did off-the-books wetwork for us in Pakistan as part of a black-bag CIA operation. When the Sawyer Administration came in, the new Secretary of Defense shut down the operation and disavowed all of its assets, including Stenz. His identity was compromised, and he wound up spending two years in a Taliban-controlled prison. No wonder he's pissed at us. It's the threat matrix. Every day the Secret Service does a rundown of credible threats against the president. Every single one of these guys was on it. It's like Walker used it as a shopping list. Sir, Delta Force is 15 minutes out. All right, General. I want 'em prepped for an attack on the White House as soon as I give the word. Sir, please! Please. Only the president can give that order. The president is behind enemy lines and compromised. Now, I'm calling the Cabinet together to invoke the 25th. Get behind this, Eli. MAN 1 (on TV): What if this were even a coup d'etat? MAN 2: Oh, come on, that's just nonsense. I mean, why isn't the military doing anything here, David? MAN 1: Mark, you got to understand, this is a very difficult situation for the Pentagon, there are hostages inside-- you can't bring the big guns out because there's a class of little schoolgirls still inside. (clunking) (clunks echoing) -Martin! -Good morning, boys. -Move, move, move! -(rapid gunshots) JOHN: Come on, go, go, go, go, go! WALKER: Stenz, they're in the ground-floor kitchen! JOHN: That's it, that's it. Come on, go, go, go! Where's the basement? Through here. To the left. (groaning in pain) (grunting) (panting) -STENZ: Shit! -MOTTS: They're gone. -STENZ: Goddamn it! -I have the president and Cale calling. -CAROL: Cale, (over phone): give me your location. All right, we're in the basement. Uh, there's a gate with a keypad. CAROL: Okay, the code is... 6-4-7-6-2. (keypad blips, lock clicks, buzzes) -All right, we're in. -Go down the hallway to your right. That should be the entrance to the catacombs. -Are you sure? -Yes, I'm sure. CAROL: You should then be in a big oval room-- there'll be five tunnels. Take the second tunnel on your right, follow it all the way out, and we'll be waiting for you. Okay, we found it. Mr. President, take this. -I can't go with you. -What are you talking about? I'm not leaving my little girl in here. -Then I'm staying with you. -No, you're not. You gotta go back to being president, sir. Otherwise, all this is for nothing. -No, John, you can't do this by yourself. -That's why you're gonna go out there and you're gonna send the Marines back in here to get us, OK? Promise me. All right. You got my word. Thanks, John. See you outside. (quiet beep) 1 (computer beeping) They are in the basement. All right, everyone in the basement! The basement! Cale, come check this out. OK, please don't touch my toys. Huh. That's something that we do not want to touch. Carol, we got a problem. The exit tunnel's wired with explosives. Look, we need another exit. Uh, there isn't another exit. It's locked! Uh, I have that right here. Here's your gate code. This is not happening. We gotta move. JOHN: Carol, where are we going? -Uh, hold on. -I can't hold on. We need a location right now! SAWYER: Stagecoach. Follow me. Let's get to the stagecoach. -STENZ: Forward, on me! -No, no, no, you'll be trapped. MAN: This is a bad idea. They grounded all aircraft. This is Jack Freeman reporting live from the skies over Washington, DC. We're bringing you exclusive images of the terrorist-held White House. STENZ: Clear left. (gunfire) The Cabinet is assembling right now with the vice president to invoke the 25th. CAROL: Cale, if you don't get him out in the next five minutes, -Give me the gun! ...he might not be the president anymore. Give me a break! You didn't give me the job, remember? What's the code to D227? What's the code for D227? Hold on. Fast! Go, go, go! Go, go! 1-3-3-5-0. Okay, let's go! SAWYER: This way, Cale. The keys. (muffled gunfire) (muffled gunfire) SAWYER: Got 'em! JOHN: What the hell are you getting in the back for? Sorry, force of habit. (engine starts) (engine roars) (tyres squealing) Damn it! Keys! Let's go! Let's go! (engine revs, tyres screeching) -I'm crashing the gate. -No, no, no, no! It's eight feet tall and dual hardened steel. We're not gonna make it. Left, left, left! JOHN: Where's the garage clicker? Are you kidding me? I don't have a clicker. Suburban! I think I'm seeing the presidential limo driving across the grounds. STENZ: We're gonna cut 'em off! Hang on, Motts! JOHN: Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out! SAWYER (groans): Cale, they're in heavy-weapons follow-up. What do you mean, "heavy weapon"? JOHN: You got to be kidding me right now! -KILLICK: Move! -(woman whimpers) NEWSMAN: Oh, my goodness! The presidential limo has just burst onto the l... South Lawn! (gunfire) -So sorry. -HAMMOND: Ladies and gentlemen of the Cabinet, it's with a heavy heart... Sir, you have to see this! NEWSMAN: It's trying to make its way around the South Lawn fountain. Of course, that iconic fountain that everybody knows; anyone who's ever been to the White House knows. Check this out. Box 'em in! Go for the window, Motts! -(John grunts) -SAWYER: Tanks. We got tanks. Let's put 'em to use. -I think that's my dad. -Sir, I'm not sure using -heavy artillery is a wise... -I don't give a damn about what you think is wise. You get that tank, you put a hole in the goddamn fence right now! Yeah! Come on! Look, look, look! Watch him, watch him, watch him. Go for the windshield! Now! SAWYER: Watch out, watch out, watch out! JOHN: Get your head down. -Yeah, that's one down. -Shit! -Commander, are you in position? -Roger. Over. Then go to work. COMMANDER: Fall back! Fall back! Driver, advance! We don't know what is happening exactly, but the National Guard is, in fact, uh, enacting some sort of manoeuvre; it depends... uh, it... RPG's! Now! Blow these bastards off the roof. MULCAHY: Take cover! Fire! Incoming! CAULFIELD: Commander, come in! -Goddamn it! -Shit. (laughs) Good job, boys! Great job, Mulcahy! NEWSMAN: This is an unprecedented situation. We have a full-scale war going on on the White House grounds. STENZ: Mulcahy! Take out the limo! Let's go! Take the limo! STENZ: Mulcahy, what are you waiting on? Take it out! (beep) NEWSMAN: They're firing. I can't see out of this. What am I supposed to do? Stenz, I need him alive! -That's an order! -Why don't you shut up, old man. There's a camera system right here in the car. -There we go. -JOHN: Zombies? What am I doing with zombies? Yes, well, it's my daughter's favourite movie. That's what we were watching. Watch out, watch out! Left! Look, we got to punch a hole in this fence soon, -or we're dead in the water. -Weapons locker. There's a weapons locker in the back. -Jackpot! -Whatcha got? JOHN: Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! Take that thing in your right hand, that's a blast shield. JOHN: Perfect. Ow! Can you not hit me in the head with a rocket while I'm trying to drive! Get me to the fence, Cale! JOHN: I know you're into peace and all that, but you got to stick that thing out there and go to work. Damn right. Hold it with two hands, Mr President. Oh, my God, that's President Sawyer! -He has a rocket launcher. -Well, there's something you don't see every day. Here it comes! I lost the rocket launcher. You lost... How do you lose a rocket launcher?! STENZ: Killick, take one of the hostages outside. STENZ: Show 'em we mean business. NEWSWOMAN: This just in from China. ...just destroyed the West Gate of the White House. -SAWYER: We got our exit. One more time around the fountain, and then we're gone. EMILY: No...! NEWSMAN: One of the terrorists is holding a little girl at gunpoint. -What'd they say? Emily Cale is being held at the White House balcony right now by the terrorists. She, of course, was the one who managed to send this video out so the world could see... -Whoa, whoa whoa, another rocket. -SAWYER: Cale! (grunts) (sobs): Dad! NEWSMAN: I can't see what is going on... Get me a location on them now! REPORTER: ...the West Wing. The president has... We're not sure if he's alive or dead right now. The limousine has disappeared -near the vicinity of... -Emily? ...the West Wing. I can't see him... Killick, take her back inside. -Dad...! -Get over here! Shit. What the...? (metallic creaking) WALKER: Something wrong with your radio? -STENZ: Malfunctioned. -SAWYER: Stay behind me. They won't shoot us. They need me alive. Put a gun to my head. I think that concludes the running-and-shooting portion of our day. -Stay back or I'll shoot him! Appreciate what you're trying to do, son. Did the same job myself, and proudly. I have no quarrel with you, but I do have a deadline. So put the gun down, -Pull the pin. -because you're not gonna shoot the President of the United States. You're right. Where does that leave us, boys? That leaves us with this. JOHN: Come on! Go, go, go, go! (grunts) WALKER: What are you doing! JOHN: We got to go, we got to go, we got to go! SAWYER: This way! Follow me! Follow me! Whoa! Enormous explosion over toward the West Wing... NEWSMAN: I don't know if this means the president has been killed. We know he... I got a hundred people in here! Somebody tell me something! (coughs) You idiot. What'd you say? You are an idiot. You just blew our whole mission. -STENZ: Your mission. -Shut up! Oops. (sighs) Mr. Stenz, this may be your lucky day. Get your men back to the basement. I, Alvin Hammond, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of the President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, so help me God. Sir, follow me, please. Place your hand there for scanning, please. (electronic whirring) Sir, these are your presidential launch codes. Please keep them on your person at all times. NEWSWOMAN: Vice President Alvin Hammond has just been sworn in as the 47th President of the United States, confirming, of course, the worst possible scenario, the death of President James Sawyer. People all over the globe have been holding their breath. They're wondering what is happening right here in America. After all, the United States has the biggest weapons arsenal in the world... We need to start moving the money. Maybe buy some time. NEWSWOMAN: ...will he be able to get this extremely volatile situation under control. Muriel Walker's here. MULCAHY (over radio): We've got movement. We've got movement at the Federal Reserve. MULCAHY: Stenz, do you hear me? Confirming they're loading the money. Let's wrap this up. MOTTS: Stenz, we're wasting our time here. STENZ: Walker, are you sure they're down here? WALKER: Did I spend 15 goddamn years running this place or did you?! MOTTS: This guy is losing it. What do we care if he gets the president? We made a deal. Cale was right-- this is not about ransom. Walker has cancer. His doctors gave him less than three months. He has a golf ball-sized tumour on his frontal lobe. Jesus Christ. I think he's on a suicide mission. You ready? -Just what do you think you're doing? -If anybody can talk him down, it's her, trust me. (phone ringing) (switch clicks, phone beeps) A little birdie told me you're finally moving the money. MURIEL (on speakerphone): Martin? I had to tell them about the tumour, Martin. That's all right. (over phone, crying): Please stop this. Please just... come home. I have to do this, honey. No, you don't. They have to pay for what they did to Kevin. WALKER: And when it's over... I promise... I promise you'll understand. You're doing this for Kevin? I swear to God. Then you do whatever it takes. You make them pay for what they did to our boy. CAROL: What the hell are you doing? Walker, you stop this, or I'm gonna make sure she spends... -Carol... ...the rest of her life in a federal prison. You have 19 minutes. You're done. -General... -Your boss took the White House, and your man inside got the president killed. -Carol, calm down. -You're free to go. q SAWYER (groans): Thank God for Gerald Ford. -Why? -He built this tunnel because he didn't want the press to see him walking back and forth in his swim trunks. JOHN: Any chance this leads out of here? No. Listen, I got to stop for a second, Cale. -What? You all right? That's not good, is it? -Stenz worked for the CIA, right? -Right. I think if we can track the way that Walker contacted each of these guys, maybe we can figure out how to stop them. -And how do you propose we do that? -Keep an eye on Caulfield for me. KELLERMAN (whispers): Wait, what? Hi. I'm Carol. I'm not supposed to talk to you right now, ma'am. I need you to run a database search for me on every one of the guys in that building-- CIA, NSA, everything you've got. Okay, listen, Walker's not doing this for the money, trust me. There is something else going on. -I can't do that, ma'am. On the worst day that our country has ever had, you could be the key to figuring all of this out. -(Sawyer groans) -I'm gonna have to get that out. What, did you become a doctor all of a sudden? -Hold that. -Look, just talk to me, get my mind off it. -Talk to me about your daughter. -Emily? She's completely -in love with you. -(chuckles) She even tried to get me to vote for you. You didn't vote for me? (gasps in pain) Your daughter's smart-- you should listen to her. She was, like, three when I enlisted. And to be honest with you, I was probably just... running from my marriage. Right after I deployed, Emily was watching TV, and there was coverage on the troops in Afghanistan. She swears to me... that she saw me. After that point, she became obsessed with politics. (sighs): And that's... when she first saw you. The man that was gonna bring Daddy home. And when I finally did come home, I realised that... I'm not her hero anymore. So I guess I just figured that I'd try to help protect the man that is. Well, if she saw you today, Cale, she'd be proud of you. -You know how when they're young and they come running up to you and they hug you with all their might and they're shouting "Daddy," and all of a sudden, one day, that just... stops? -Yeah. -I'd give anything for that hug just one more time. You know, my daughter, she's 15 years old, her name is Amber. You know what she wants for her birthday? -Hm? -A belly button ring. (chuckles): Belly button ring. What parent is equipped for that? Daughters. (grunts) Shh, shh, shh. -(beeping) -KELLERMAN: What's happening? WOMAN (over P.A.): Attention, attention. Everyone below Calico T-11 please clear the floor immediately. CAULFIELD: Put the president on screen. Mr. President, Delta Force just entered Washington airspace. I have Lieutenant Colonel Cameron on the line. PILOT: You're online, sir! HAMMOND: What do you have for us, Colonel? CAMERON: We developed this plan independent of the Secret Service, sir. We'll use the superstructure of the city to mask our approach. What if they start killing hostages? WALLACE: They're dead anyway, if this fails. -Alvin, please think about what you're doing. -Mr. Speaker, may I remind you that you are addressing the President -of the United States? -CAMERON: Mr. President, I don't want to write off any Americans yet. Trust me, sir, we'll get your House back for you. -Mission's a go, Colonel. -Thank you, sir. You heard the president. Flight time to target: six minutes. So, what's it like being president? It's not like anything. Once you get into office, it's all about reelection, and what the other side can use against you. -Politics. -You don't start out a politician... you become one. Just once, though, I want to do something that's presidential. Something along the lines of Lincoln, Washington and Jefferson. You want to make history. Nah. Not history. I want to make a difference. If your little daughter says that I'm her hero... then I gotta earn that. (blades whirring loudly) CAMERON: All right, we go in low and quiet. Time to target is two minutes. PILOT: Falcon 2, maintain 3-0 feet. Falcon 1 copy, 3-0 feet. -Drop to 1-0 feet! -Falcon 2 dropping to ten feet. (panicked screams) NEWSWOMAN: Complete chaos here on the streets of DC. There's total gridlock through the... Oh, my God! U.S. Special Forces are flying over us! (rapid beeping) (classical music playing) Shit. TYLER (over radio): Sir, we have Black Hawks coming in. -Which direction? -They're coming from I Street, and fast. (panicked shouts) How do you feel, Mr. President? Surprisingly good, Dr. Cale. (laughs softly) Let me call in, make sure they don't... think we're dead. The former vice president, Alvin Hammond, is clearly calling the shots as the new Commander in Chief. -Sir, I have John Cale on the line. -Cale? -Where's Carol? -CAULFIELD: Agent Finnerty's been relieved of command. But don't worry, the cavalry's coming; they're in the air, should be hitting the Residence in a few minutes. No, no, no, no, not by air. They have to come by ground. -I think we can handle this. Really? Because they have Javelin missiles. Not according to our intel. And even if we wanted to call them back, they've gone dark for the assault. You son of a bitch. If they fail, they're going to kill every single one of those hostages, including my daughter. -Just go. -Take this and stay out of sight. 30 seconds! Let's go, gentlemen! Come on, incoming, three of 'em! Spread out! PILOT: Castle in sight. I say again: Castle in sight. -STENZ: Are you ready? -Colonel, we got movement -on the roof. -(beeping) They've got missile lock! Evasive manoeuvres! PILOT: Bank right! Javelins! Javelins! Shit! -Break right! Break right! -Pull it up! We're going down! Mayday! Mayday! Shit. Get down! (shouts) PILOT: We're going down! NEWSMAN: One of them is closing in tight on the White House. Looks like it's checking on the conditions of the hostages. What are you gonna do? You gonna shoot the hostages? Get on the 50-cal! Mulcahy, let's go! PILOT: Hammer down! Hammer down! STENZ: Fire! CAMERON: Pull up! Pull up! Yeah! (alarm blaring) Last mag. They've got missile lock! (men grunting) PILOT: Movement on the roof. CAMERON: Hold your fire! Hold your fire! I think that man is a friendly! Get ready to deploy! -Fast-rope down! -Go, go, go! -Go, go, go! -Get us out! Missile! -Javelin up! Javelin up! -Countermeasures! -Brace for impact! No. (shrieking) No. (shrieking) (continues shrieking) NEWSWOMAN: This mission is going terribly wrong. I can just see now that there are two men on top of the roof; they're engaged in hand-to-hand combat. (grunting) (grunting continues) (grunting continues) (yelling) (grunting) (yells) (grunting) (grunting continues) (panting) (yells) (grunts) (yells, grunts) (automatic gunfire, bullets ricocheting) Shit! (laughing) (dramatic piano concerto playing) -(beeping) -Yes! Skip Tyler is in! (pants) Walker, that last firewall just came down. Mr. Tyler... we are a go, sir. God bless us all. (beeping) (low, indistinct chatter) (beeping) (buzzing, beeping) Sir. My weapons system is coming online. It's... it's being accessed remotely. I can't... Jesus Christ, it's targeting. -What? -(beeping) -It's firing. (loud rumbling) Target is an aircraft somewhere over Ohio. Appears to be a modified 747... Oh, my God. WOMAN (over P.A.): This an emergency. I repeat, this is an emergency. -What's going on? -I don't know. ...take your seats and fasten your seat belts. I repeat... Sir, we're under attack! NEWSMAN: It's clear that someone on the inside has orchestrated this takeover of the White House. That's the only way... Mr. Speaker, we have confirmation of ground impact. We're going to need to swear you in, sir. -What? Executive power passed to the vice president when he was sworn in. CAULFIELD: Which means the office now passes to you. -Sir. -Please follow these men. (blipping) (whirring) MAN: Sir, these are your new presidential launch codes. Please keep them on your person at all times. RAPHELSON: Uh... I need a moment here. I need... I need to call my wife. Thank you. 1 (hostages gasp) STENZ: Emily Cale. (Stenz chuckling) STENZ: How are you enjoying your tour? Remember these? You and I have a date, sweetheart. Whoa, whoa, whoa. You'll have to go through me. Really? -(gunshot) -(people gasping, groaning) EMILY: You're gonna go to jail for that! Oh, and who's gonna make me? STENZ: The tourist is still on the loose. But I have a hunch Daddy's gonna come back for his little girl. So he's still alive. Not for very long, he isn't. Ow! Don't screw up this time! Motts! You stay here with him. KILLICK: Hey! Do I look like I need a babysitter? -(panting) KILLICK: Sit down and shut up! (panting) (TV playing indistinctly) -CAULFIELD: Mr. President. -I... NORAD is fully compromised. Martin Walker now has the ability to launch missiles at any target in the continental United States. Our satellites show massive troop movements in Russia, Pakistan and the Arabian Peninsula. What are your orders, sir? I swear to you all... I swear... that we are not beaten yet. We are not! (softly): No. General... how soon can you execute an air strike -on the White House? -CAROL: Sir... CAULFIELD: We can have Raptors on target in ten minutes. Then do it. -CAULFIELD: Let's go to work! -Sir... Carol, we have to end this. We have to. What if the next missile that he launches is aimed at Chicago or New York? We're talking about millions of lives here. Your first act as president is going to be bombing the White House? Believe me, I know, I know. But our country is stronger than one House. CONTROLLER (voice-over): This is mission control. Raptor Alpha 1, clear to initiate Operation Free Castle. PILOT: Copy that, Raptor Alpha 1 beginning approach. MARK (on TV): We've lost two Commanders in Chief in one day. COMMENTATOR: Look, Mark, if I'm a foreign head of state, and the United States of America has just become a rogue nuclear power, at what point do I take action and step in, perhaps even with a preemptive nuclear strike? STENZ: Huh? Brought you a present. -(Emily gasps) -It's the tourist's daughter. Well, hello, hello. (over P.A.): Good morning, Mr. Cale. I'm sitting here with someone who would like to say hello to you. Say hello, sweetie. (grunts) (Emily panting, gasping) (Emily pants) Say hello, sweetie. All right, then, would you... like to tell your father what Mr. Stenz here is holding in his hand? (Emily panting) -EMILY: A gun. -WALKER: Now, Mr. Cale, I'm gonna start counting here, and if you don't give the president up to my men by the time I've reached three, Mr. Stenz here is gonna shoot your little girl... -(Emily sobbing) -in the stomach. One. (low panting) (Emily panting) WALKER: Two. (Emily crying) JOHN (quietly): No. No. No. (Emily crying) SAWYER: I'm here. MOTTS: Whoo-hoo! Guess Daddy doesn't love you after all. (sobbing) MOTTS: Whoo! (laughs) MOTTS: We got the president. (laughing) Bring him on down. Back to your office, sir. (Emily crying) WOMAN: I have John Cale on the line, sir. -CAULFIELD: Cale? -You put her on the goddamn phone right now. -Hi, John. -They have the president. CAROL: John, I want you to listen to me. Help is not coming. Did you hear what I just said? I said they have the president. John, they called an air strike on the White House; the vice president is dead; you just need to get out of there. No, no, no. They cannot do that. They still have hostages, they still have Emily. CAROL: I'm so, so sorry-- I was wrong about you-- but there's nothing you can do, John. If you stay in there, you're gonna die. Carol, I need you to listen to me. (over phone): My little girl is counting on me right now, and I am not gonna disappear on her, okay? So you tell me how much time I have. You only have eight minutes left -to get them out. -Bye, Carol. (countdown beeping) SOLIDER: Clear out! We're moving back now! SOLDIER 2: Everybody's gotta move back! Everybody move back! What do you mean, evacuate? My daughter is in that building! SOLDIER (in distance): Clear the area now! (in distance): Move back now! I said move back now! (quietly): Okay. (tapping keyboard) Oh, there I am. That's not a bad picture. How did they find out I did that one? Buh-bye. Whatever happened to "The pen is mightier than the sword"? Martin, as the President of the United States, this comes with the full weight, power and authority of my office. Fuck you. -You okay? -WALKER: Can we get down to business now? WALKER: I'm gonna need you to open this for me. -What is that? -Oh, what are you doing? This is the nuclear football, sweetie. It is keyed to the blood type and heartbeat of the President of the United States. What the hell is this? This is the deal. SAWYER: Martin, there's a dozen reasons why that's not gonna work. -Such as? -Even if I open it, my codes are useless. They switched them out once you... took over the building. You let me worry about that. Martin, there's not a day that goes by that I don't feel terrible about losing your boy. But that's on me. So if you want revenge, then just shoot me. -You think I blame you for Kevin's death? Sending those men in was the most courageous thing you ever did in your life. You were a true Commander in Chief for five minutes. You just don't have the balls to see the mission through. What mission? There were no nuclear weapons in Iran. But there will be. The Middle East is our last war. It will be us... or them. I choose that Kevin Charles Walker will be the last American soldier to die in that conflict in vain. You want that as your son's legacy? Murdering millions of people in his name? Mr. President, I wish the pen were mightier than the sword; I do. But it's just a dream. Stand up, sir. History will judge... who the true patriots were here... today. I've been standing up, Martin, and I'm not gonna open that. Martin... (panting) Martin, that's not necessary. Martin! (crying quietly) (sobbing) How about now? I can't open this for him. If I do, millions of people are gonna die, you understand that? (panting) I understand. -(alarm blaring) -WALKER: Goddamn it! Tyler, what the hell is going on? Oh, snap. We got thermal alarms going off in the, uh, second-floor dining room, the West Sitting Hall, and, uh, the president's bedroom. STENZ: Killick, he's trying to burn the place down, second floor. Send your men. (panting) WALKER (groans): Tyler? Turn off the goddamn sprinklers! (alarm beeping) Who makes this shit? (alarm continues blaring) (grunting) (burst of gunfire) (panting) (beeping) (beeping accelerates) Oh, shit! (explosion) (debris clattering) What was that? (alarm continues blaring) (panting) I've been waiting all day to kill you. (yells) Stop... hurting... my... White House! German mantle clock. Empire style. STENZ (over radio): Killick, report! Killick, what the hell is happening? Report! Killick can't come to the phone right now, asshole. -Where's my daughter? -Dad! -She's right here with me in the Oval Office, so why don't you come down and get her! -What are you gonna do? -What do you think? Why do you make all this shit personal? Oh, you're talking to me about personal, when you want to blow up half the world for your goddamn kid! -What are you gonna do? -What I should've done in the beginning-- I'm gonna go and kill this prick. -WALKER: Hey! -STENZ: What? You lied to all of us. This was not the job. I got business to finish; you stay here. -How do I get to the Oval Office? -You take the stairs to the ground floor, you go to the right to the end of the West Colonnade. -OK, there's an air strike coming! -You gotta get them out of here. -Holy cow! Go! You heard the man! Tour's over. q (groans) (scanner beeps) (scanner beeps) (scanner beeping rapidly) Uh-oh. I didn't sign up for this nuclear bullshit, so I'm gonna go and I'm gonna get the money myself. Hey! Hey! What? -(Emily screams) -You think I put my country through this for money?! (gunshot) I hate mercenaries. (whimpering) Ah. It's about time. I choose the pen! (grunting) Come here. Get up. Up. Put your hand... AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Weapon system unlocked. Enter presidential launch code. (sobbing): Mr. President, please wake up, wake up. Please! (alarm buzzing) MAN: Sir, we're at DEFCON 1. The nuclear football in the White House just went live. -That's impossible. -It's happening. And someone has just entered valid launch codes. (alarm blaring) MAN (voice-over): Captain on deck! -What the hell is going on? -All 24 of our nuclear missiles just went live, sir. This can't be right. (urgent chatter) Sir, we have nuclear missiles spinning up on the Albuquerque. If our allies see us launching a full-scale nuclear strike, they will respond. Russia will launch, China will launch. We'll have World War III in the next ten minutes unless you level the White House. WOMAN: Four minutes to target, sir! Sir, I need a final go/no go for payload delivery. God forgive me. Go. -Go! MAN (over radio): Raptor Alpha 1, Operation Free Castle -is a go. -Copy that. Dropping to attack altitude. (panting) (cell phone ringing) Cale, Walker's trying to launch a nuclear attack. (over phone): If he does, it'll start World War III. -You have to stop him. -What? (grunts) Cale? Cale? (yells) -Head to the South Lawn! -(clamouring) Almost there. Come on. Come on. Come on! (grunts) I'm gonna enjoy this. AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Confirm: Bandar Abbas. Chah Bahar targeted. Confirm Chah Bahar. (both grunting) (gunshot) -Go! Leave, leave, leave! -No, no! -Not without my dad! -Go, go, go, go, go! (both grunting) Your little bitch says you're gonna put me in jail! (Emily gasps) (gun cocks) (panting) Come on, Martin. This isn't you. You protected presidents... for the past 25 years. What are you gonna do? You really gonna shoot me? Yes. (Emily screams) (panting) He deserved it. You killed him! Get back. Get over here. Get in the room or I'll knock you out! And do as you're told. Go on, sit down! (both grunting) (shouting angrily) I'm gonna carve my name on your chest! (yelling) (groaning) No jail for you, you little bitch! No! No! (screaming) REPORTER: ...enormous explosion in the vicinity of the West Wing of the White House. A huge ball of flames has burst into the sky. It's got to be more than a hundred feet... MAN (over radio): Raptor Alpha 1, you are clear. Delta 2-6, copy that. Two minutes to target. (panting) -...clear the entire area. -Get back in there! SOLDIER (over P.A.): The Department of Homeland Security... Get in there! SOLDIER (over P.A.): This is a mandatory evacuation... (announcement continues in distance, indistinctly) (glass shattering in distance) Emily. Oh... No, please, please, baby... look at me. I'm right here. AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Tabriz targeted. Confirm Tabriz. (computer beeps) JOHN: Please, baby, turn-- you got to turn around and look at me. Damn it. SOLDIER (over P.A.): Evacuate this area immediately! -We need you to move back, people! -(clamouring) -Move back now! -Emily! -Get out of here! There's an air strike coming! Come on! Go! -What? My daughter Emily is in there-- Emily Cale. -She's still in there. Wait! -Emily! What is with this family? Wait for me! AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Confirm Tehran. Targeting complete. Armed for nuclear launch. You have 15 seconds to initiate. -15... 14... -(engine revving) (screaming) Nine... Eight... -(crying): Dad, look! -Five... -Dad, his hand! -Four... Three... -Emily, get down! -Two... -Get down! -One... (gasps quietly) (screams) AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Confirmation timed out. PILOT: Delta 2-6, one minute to target. Go weapons hot. -Thank God, Em. -(Emily sobbing) -Daddy, I love you. -You're okay. -I love you so much. -(crying): The president. He shot him! He shot him in there. Okay, look, I need you to listen to me. There's an air strike coming, and I need you to run. -(sobbing): No. -No, listen. I need you to run as far and as fast as you can possibly go. Okay, can you do that for me? I got to get the president. -Go. You got to go for me. -Okay. You got to go. Right now. Go! Hundreds of other people seem to be running toward the White House. They've been told to evacuate, too, but they're climbing the fence. -Mr. President! Okay, we have confirmation. President Raphelson has ordered an air strike on the White House. And I can hear the planes coming. I-I... I have to go. I'm sorry. PILOT: Delta 2-6, requesting permission to deliver payload. MISSION CONTROL: Raptor Alpha 1, you are clear. PILOT: All right, guys, let's clean it up. Delta 2-6, we're locked on target. Please confirm Free Castle is a go. MISSION CONTROL: Raptor Alpha 1, clear. Mission is a go. PILOT: Delta 2-6, we have friendlies all over the kill zone. FEMALE REPORTER: I cannot see the planes, but what I can see is an unbelievable sight. Emily Cale is out on the lawn, -and she's waving the presidential flag. -No, no, no. No, no, baby. No, I told you to run! You got to run! PILOT: Captain, do you see this? Delta 2-6, we have a young girl on the lawn. I think she's trying to wave off the air strike. Sir, requesting permission to abort. -Mr. President, please. -PILOT: Sir! Sir! I need an answer. I'm not doing this, guys. Abort mission. Pull out! Abort! Abort! Abort! No! FEMALE REPORTER: They have flown over the White House. It is an unbelievable moment down here at the White House. People are going wild. And Emily Cale is undoubtedly a beautiful hero of the day. Emily Cale is a little hero. MALE REPORTER: This is an unprecedented moment in U.S. history. (cheering and applause) (whooping) That search you requested came back. FEMALE REPORTER: Emily, can you believe how many people have seen your video blog? It's actually not a video blog. It's a... it's a YouTube Channel. How... how many? REPORTER: 700 million people. SAWYER: Daughters. JOHN: Jesus! Oh, my God. Are you okay? Honest Abe. My wife got this for me. For the inauguration. (laughing) Are you kidding me? You got shot in the wa...? What I'm telling you is that good old Abe took a second bullet for me. (both laughing) Thank you. Thank you for what you did for Emily. It's my sacrifice, right? Yes, sir. (cell phone ringing) (sighs) Yep. (whispering): John, listen. This isn't over yet. Walker had no prior contact with any of the terrorists, but someone else did. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. I'm going to put you on speaker. -The president's with me. -CAROL: This guy, Stenz, made multiple calls to a secure line in DC, but we don't know who received them. The whole database was wiped 30 minutes ago. JOHN: Really? Did you check Walker's personal records? His... his computer, his e-mails? CAROL: You don't know Walker, John. He was a dinosaur. The man still used a pager. JOHN: Oh, shit. Listen. Carol, I got to check something out. I'll see you outside. I don't believe it. I think I know how Walker got the codes, but I'm going to need your help, sir. MAN: Move back! Move back. JOHN: Emily. Oh, baby, you okay? Oh, thank God. Thank God, baby. (Emily chuckles) Did you see my routine? (laughing): Yeah. Oh, I'm so proud of you. You were beautiful, baby. (kisses) You saved us. You know that? Hey, stay with Mommy for a second, okay? I'll be right back. (reporters clamouring) John. It's disarmed. Thank God you're all right. Where's the president? He didn't make it, sir. Um... I need to address the nation. General, get on with the Joint Chiefs. We need to make plans to move our troops back into the Middle East to stabilise the region. You want to move troops in? When they find out that we almost launched a nuclear attack on them, there's going to be chaos. And we have to contain it. We have to. Can I ask you a question? Of course. Yeah. When did you and Walker cook this whole thing up? -Excuse me? -So, how'd it go? You gave Walker the launch codes and he made you president? You can prove this? Well, Walker had to get the launch codes from somewhere, and you were the only person with those codes. And I found this pager in Walker's pocket. I only know one other person that uses one of these. Doesn't prove anything. Two old guys use old technology. -So what? -Why don't you, uh, call the return number on that, Carol? JOHN: I guess it would have been better if all the evidence would have been destroyed in the air strike that you ordered. (cell phone ringtone playing) (beep, ringtone stops) You're a goddamn traitor, sir. You dim little shit. I hired you out of pity, and this is how you repay me. But, you know, tomorrow, when people find out that your precious president helped a maniac open the nuclear football, who do you think they're going to believe, you or me? Well, let's see, now. You... you would be a nobody. But me, I'm the president of the United States. -SAWYER: No, you're not. SAWYER: Eli, Eli. Quite the politician, huh? You did all of this just to keep your buddies in the defence industry happy. How far did you fall into their pockets? This is... this is ridiculous. -Take him into custody, General. -Yes, sir, Mr. President. No, you can't do... No, I'm still president. -Soldiers! -I am still president. Well, just consider this a coup d'etat. Get this trash off my lawn. You know, you're-you're not fit for office. You son of a bitch. You're selling this country out to the Arabs. -This isn't over. I got friends. -And I'll make sure all of your friends meet you in prison. (Raphelson grunting) Let's get him to the hospital. CAROL: You okay? You look terrible. (chuckles) -Thank you for everything you did today. Thank you for trusting me. SAWYER: Special Agent Cale! I'm not going anywhere without my protection. You heard him. (Emily sighs) Thank you, sir. Hey, Em! You want to take a ride? Come on. -Can I go? -Yeah, of course. Go with your father. She's an amazing girl. MAN: This way! Move this way! (chuckles) Welcome aboard. Thank you, sir. You sure you're all right? I'm all right now. Good job, Special Agent. Thank you, General. (engine whirring, revving) If you ever want a private tour of the White House, just let me know. I can hook it up like that. I mean, maybe in a few weeks, when we've got the place back together. That's good to know. You want to give him the news? CAULFIELD: Sir, calls have been coming in from all over the globe for the last hour. The presidents of Iran, Russia, Israel and France have all agreed to your terms. It looks like your peace plan is a go. You keep this up, I just might have to vote for you. You want to see something really special? Yeah. Carol. CAROL: Henry, the president wants to do the thing. Hold on tight. (laughing)