www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2016. (wind whistling) (grunting) Are you seriously trying to rope-a-dope me? That's an old man's move. I am an old man. No, you're not. But you box like one. (grunting) Not bad. Come on, keep your guard up. Come on! (groans) Come on, Ben, you're telegraphing. Mr. President. Ten minutes, sir. Thank you. Thank you, Forbes. Hey. Not supposed to hit the president. Yeah. I know. (chuckles) I'll get you next time. Yeah, I'm sure you will. AGENT (voiceover): Perimeter's secure. (over earpiece): Weather's getting worse out there, but we're advised it's drivable. Post vehicles to stand by. (woman talking quietly) Good evening, Mr. President. Five minutes, sir. Thanks, Mike. Evening, ma'am. Merry Christmas, Mike. President gets us off our dependence on foreign oil, yet he cannot help a wife choose an earring. Uh, small one. Classic look for a classic lady. Good chat. (quietly): Kiss-ass. FIRST LADY: Well, I love you both, but I am going with the long. (sighs) I hate going to these fundraisers. Why don't you go for me. (chuckles): Oh, honey. You're perfect. God forbid people know we kiss. (gunfire, men yelling on video game) Now the real bloodbath starts when your mom catches you playing this. You suck. You suck worse. Come on. Well, he likes it when you call him Dries, because it makes him feel like, I don't know, you're pals or something. Hey, love you want to open a gift before we go? It's not "love," and I'm gonna wait till everyone else is here. (whispers): Keep forgetting. Sorry. Do I really have to come with you guys? I mean, I've been on so many. Re-election's hard work, buddy. FIRST LADY: Sorry, pal. Can I at least ride with Mike? You'll have to ask him. He's the boss. Mike, do I get to ride with you? Okay. All right. Okay, Diaz. You're riding in the Beast tonight. Merry Christmas. Thank you, sir. You okay to stay back and watch the fort tonight? You kidding me? In this weather? Get out of this monkey suit, sit by the fire, watch "Breaking Bad"? Fine by me. My own little retirement party. Leave the babysitter alone, all right? Are you gonna wear that hat? I like the hat. I think it's fine. It's age appropriate. You take it off when you get inside. No, the girls dig it. Mustang, this is Big Top. Bringing out the full package. Let's go. MAN (over radio): Package is on the move. ETA to Morgan residence: 22 minutes. Keep it tight, everybody. Hey, Connor. Come on. Scoot back, put your belt on. What if I don't? Then O'Neil here is gonna punch you in the nuts. Come on. You keeping 180 degrees awareness? CONNOR: I thought you said it was 360. Yeah, I was just checking. Setting me up is what you're doing. All right, so... how many emergency exits in the West Wing? Eight. How many feet from the Oval Office to the PEOC elevator? 116. From doors closing in the elevator, how long does it take to get to the PEOC? Four minutes. Security cameras? How many have audio? Only the ones in the common areas. Not bad. Kid's got it, huh? Yeah. Yeah, we're gonna make a Secret Service agent out of you yet. You just need to remember to keep your seatbelt on. That's right. (chuckles) (wind whistling) Gosh, it's really coming down. Huh. I've been thinking about shaving my head. That sounds good. MAN (over radio): It's getting worse out there. Bring it down to five. Merry Christmas, Mr. President. You shouldn't have. My God. It's my grandfather's watch. How'd you find this? Just have my ways. Thank you. You're just welcome. Now, let's talk about that shaved head idea. (laughs) You were listening. You didn't think I was listening, did you? You're very clever. Ever been to a billionaire's Christmas party before, Diaz? No, sir. They're overrated. (First Lady chuckles) Yes, sir. Oh, my gosh. Look what I found. Where'd that come from? Merry Christmas. (wind whistling) (banging) Stop, stop, stop! (suspension creaking) Okay, Connor, stay right there! Clear communications, it's Diaz. Connor. First Lady's injured. Get some weight on the back! O'Neil, get on the back! I'm gonna get this door! Don't anybody move inside! Don't move! Mike, Maggie! (agents shouting) Sir? Seat belt's stuck! Sir, get out of the car! I'll take care of her! Keep your weight on the back, O'Neil! Hold it back! Roma, open the fucking door! It's jammed! It's fucking jammed! Pull her out that side! AGENT: It's going down! It's going down! ROMA: O'Neil, goddamn it! Hold it down! Hold it down! Mike, it's going! Hold it back! Mike, take Maggie! Shit! Sir, I'm sorry! Maggie! Watch out, it's going! Maggie! No! No...! Dad? Mom! (helicopter whirring) (indistinct radio communication) (car horn honks outside) (water running) (motorcycle passing outside) (water stops) I'm sorry. Yeah. I don't like going to barbecues by myself, you know? (sighs) MAN: North Korean manoeuvres along the DMZ continue to ring alarm bells throughout Pacific markets, even as President Asher is set to meet this afternoon with South Korean... Babe, we out of coffee? I don't know. Are we? All right, just... I thought you said that, uh, anything... (blender whirring loudly) (blender stops) (Banning clears throat) You were saying? I was saying, I'll get some more coffee. Great. So, how was the barbecue I missed? It was actually kind of fun. You might have enjoyed it. Yeah? Mm-hm. Paula's got this new boyfriend who's very sweet, but he's working in the same department as her ex, Alex. Remember Alex? Anyway, Alex ended up showing up at the party, which was really weird for Paula, who was... (sighs) ...overwhelmed. Mike... you're not listening to me. Yeah, I was listening. You were talking about Patty's boyfriend and she's... No. Paula and Paula's boyfriend. You've met Paula. It's okay, Mike. We'll talk about it later. All right, babe, I'm sorry. Look, I'll tell you what why don't we go see a movie tonight, okay? Just the two of us. Or you can bring Paula and Patty and their boyfriends. You know what I think we should do? I think we should take that holiday that we've been talking about. All right? You, me, the ocean. Come on. It'll be like the honeymoon we never had. We didn't have a honeymoon? (chuckles) (indistinct conversations) Thank you. Thanks. So, how was your Fourth? My fourth what? Fourth of July. Don't be an ass. Some people do take holidays, you know. Yeah, it was quiet. You know, we stayed in. "We"? Okay, I stayed in. She went out. I'm shocked. ROMA: Ms. Jacobs? Good morning. Morning, Director. How are you, buddy? Hey, Roma. How's the family? Good to see you, partner. Kids are good. Thank you. Yeah? O'Neil. Hey, Banning. You're looking sharp. (snaps fingers) ROMA: So, we missed you for poker, uh, last week. Where were you? Missed taking your money. Yeah, I know. I been working the late shift. Yeah, nonstop action over there at the Treasury. You got to do what you got to do, right? Yeah. You guys got a big day coming up, huh? You got the Koreans coming in? Nah, I mean, you know, business as usual. Hey, I wanted to introduce you. This is Agent Jones. You've heard of Mike Banning, haven't you? JONES: Yeah, yeah. The guy who told the Speaker of the House to go fuck himself. (clears throat) Don't you guys have somewhere to be? Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Hey, Mike, good seeing you. Yeah, you, too. Come Thursday night, all right? Okay. ROMA: 7:00. Not getting any easier, huh? No. I want back in. Desk job's killing me. Mike. Everybody knows you did the right thing on that bridge. Hell, even the president knows. Just doesn't want to see you and have to be reminded of it every day. He never even stopped to grieve properly. Just give it some time. How's Connor? President's son, misses his mom. Hell of a gig. Misses his buddy, though. Yeah, he's a good kid. Is he still sneaking around the White House, making everybody crazy? Oh, I wonder who taught him that. You know, the first time you walked into my office out of the darkness, you needed therapy then. Never mind now. And you don't exactly do yourself any favours. Where you going with this? Mike, look, you got to learn how to get back into the real world. Yeah, that's great, Jacobs. Let me write that one down. (sighs) Hey, Jacobs... Thanks. I'll be in touch. (watch ticking) Hey, buddy. What do you think of this? Hmm? Which one do you like? I don't know. Okay, you take that one, I'll take this one. Maggie! Maggie! I'll take care of her! No! No, Mike! (engine starts) Deb. Mr. Foss came in chest pains about an hour ago. (cell phone vibrating) (women conversing indistinctly) (phone continues vibrating) LEAH (recorded): Hey, it's Leah. You've reached my phone. You know what to do. (beep) Just checking in. Uh... (sighs) Listen, I'll call you later. Bye. ASHER: Get some fishing in. Hit the bag together. Be fun. I hate Camp David. Do we really have to go? Can't we go somewhere else? You know, the beach? Yeah. The beach does kind of sound better. Hey... I got three minutes; let's run down to the kitchen and get some ice cream. Yeah. Hmm? Chocolate chip or rocky road? I'm gonna have rocky road before you eat it all, like you did last time. I don't remember it that way. Yeah, you did. (chuckles) (knocking on door) ASHER: Come in. Mr. President, we're ready for you. Already? Yes, sir. (sighs) Sorry, buddy. It's okay, Dad. All right. I'll see you soon. Minister Lee is going to want you to issue a joint statement, Mr. President, threatening military action to get the North Koreans to stand down from the border and stop their missile tests, which I think we should give them. Ruth? Provided that the North Koreans are rational, which is dicey at best. We bluff, they call it. Then what? Well, who says we'd be bluffing? Personally, I like to try to avoid a war. (sighs) Charlie? I think I agree with Ruth on this one, Mr. President. Thank you for sitting in, Mr. Speaker. Yes, sir. I won't hold you up any longer. Hello, Mr. Speaker. Hi, Janie. What time is Minister Lee due to arrive? McMILLAN: 7:00 this evening. (sirens wailing) (sirens wailing) (speaking Korean) (sirens continue in distance) (sirens wailing) (sirens wailing, tourists speaking Korean) (horn honks) Our guests have arrived. Prime Minister Lee, I'm Special Agent in Charge Roma. I'd like to welcome you to the White House, sir. Thank you. May I introduce my head of security and chief aide Mr. Park? (speaks Korean) My pleasure. Prime Minister, after you, please. Agent Davis will be taking care of your security team outside. Prime Minister, if you would follow Agent O'Neil, please. Ma'am. Private sector looks good on you, Dave. Yeah, something to look forward to. Yeah, how you been? Ah, I'll tell you, I miss the Secret Service. Best years of my life. ROMA (chuckling): It misses you, too, old man. I could still kick your ass. (chuckles) At what, dominoes? (both chuckle) It's good to see you, my friend. You, too. F22 PILOT: Unidentified flight, this is Flight Leader, U.S. Air Force aircraft at your starboard wing. You've entered restricted airspace. Unidentified flight, you must divert immediately to vector zero-two-zero. Acknowledge. I'm sorry to have disrupted your vacation. (chuckles) Please, I'm glad you could come. Mr. Lee, we have a mutual problem, and I think together, I'm confident we can find a solution. Thank you, Mr. President. That's why I'm here. As you know, North Korea has a one-million-man standing army less than 50 kilometres from our capitol. The threat is real. F22 PILOT: Unidentified flight. You must divert immediately to vector zerotwozero. This is your final warning. You will be shot down. Acknowledge. Antiaircraft. We're taking fire. Mr. Lee, I'm sure you can appreciate that this is... Sir, there's been an incursion. Please stand up. Let's go, move. Mr. Lee, please join us. That's not protocol, sir. He's coming with us. Move, move, move. Get him to the elevator. Let's go. (alarm blaring) ROMA: Go, go! Find Connor. COMPUTERIZED VOICE (over P.A.): Code 999. Go, go, go! Keep moving! Get that elevator open now! Give me four minutes, Mr. President. Harden down on Olympus. # I can see it in your eyes, # I sometimes see you pass outside my door. TEXT MESSAGE DINGS # Hello? TEXT MESSAGE CHIMES # ...you're looking for? # I can see it in your eyes, # I can see it in your smile. TEXT MESSAGE DINGS # You're all I've ever wanted, # and my arms are open wide. TEXT MESSAGE CHIMES # Cos you know just what to say, # and you know just what to do. # And I want to tell you so much # I love you. # AIR FORCE LEADER: Air support on the way. ETA, four minutes. ROMA: Code Red. Airspace 1 and 2 compromised. Robert, Delta. Ready, One. P.A. VOICE: Move to West Corridor! Move to West Corridor! SECURITY GUARD: Move this way, please. This is not a drill. Evacuate immediately. (sirens wailing) (indistinct chatter) (screaming) P.A. VOICE: All units, 999. I repeat, all units, 999. (yelling) (screaming) (alarm blaring) (rapid beeping) Let's move. Find my son. Sylvio, find Sparkplug immediately. You okay, Mr. President? Sir, this way. Over here. Go on, get down! Get down! (screaming) Stay down! Don't move! Get down, get out of the way! Take cover! (grunting) (grunting) PPD Command, this is Wolfhound 6. Have bogey in sight. PPD COMMAND (over radio): Wolfhound 6, fire at will. Repeat, fire at will. Acknowledge. (beeping) (engines roaring) (metal and stone cracking, groaning) (screaming) JONES: Mr. President. We have confirmation that the bogey is down, sir. Thank you, Jones. Activate Compound One. I want open lines to the Pentagon, Homeland Security, and NSA. Charlie, coordinate with the air force and FAA. Find out if that's a lone aircraft. Yes, sir. Half hour at the most. Ruth, where the hell is my son? (sirens wailing in distance) (quiet, indistinct conversation) (crowd screaming) (panicked shrieking, yelling) Hey! Hey! Hey, get the fuck down! (click, high-pitched tone) (groans) (grunting) (grunting) (screams) Thirty-three, thirty... (radio feedback screeches) Aw, shit. (shouting) (grunting) ASHER: Mr. Lee, we've had a problem. Please have patience with us. Got it. Mr. President. Yes. It's a critical message. The White House is under ground attack. (grunting) (gunfire) (shouting) (grunting) AIDE: Officer on deck! GENERAL: Rapid Response Team from Andrews get 'em moving. At ease. How bad is it? Front fence has been breached. We've got a C130 burning on the South Lawn and a gunfight raging on the North. Fucking shitting me. Where's the president? In the bunker. (gunfire blasting) (dog barking) (man screams) (dog whimpers) (grunts) Get me the Pentagon on the line now. TECH: Yes, sir. (quietly): It's happening. (grunts) Mr. President! ASHER: Forbes, what are you doing? FORBES: Move! For God's sake, Forbes. (people screaming) MAN: Forbes! What are you doing? FORBES: Shut up! (grunting) (man shouting in Korean) (choking) (shouting in Korean continues) (gasps) (gunfire) (yells) (screams) (yells) (sirens wailing) (gunfire blasting) (switch clicks, beep) Come on, come on. Come on, hang in there. Shit. Where's the president? I don't know. Goddamn it, where's that response team? MONROE: They're five minutes out, sir, but... But what? We may have a hostage situation on our hands. The PEOC's gone offline. (sirens wailing) (distant gunfire) (yells in Korean) Go back! Go back now, go back! (grunting) No! (gunfire continues) No! (grunting) Shit. Fuck. RPG! (yells) (panting) Get in! Get inside! Get inside! (gunfire) (grunts) Come on! Come on, come on! (speaking Korean) (tyres screeching) (speaking Korean) (gunshots) (speaking Korean) (speaking Korean) (man shouting orders in Korean) (shouts in Korean) Let's go! Go! Move! ROMA: Fall back! Fall back! Let's go! Let's go! (yells) They're down the hall! Shit, we've only got four guys left. Hold your positions, you understand? I got this door. Cover the other one. (shouts in Korean) (yells) (man yelling in Korean) Olympus has fallen. Olympus has fallen. Olympus has fallen... (grunts with effort) Fuck you. They've taken the White House. 1 Go, go! Move, move! Go! Go, go, go! (siren wails) SNIPER LEADER: Command, Sniper Team One, in position. We're coming from the White House. So far the perimeter's been set. We're waiting on more intel to come in right now, and once we do, Bravo team's gonna breach. Wait for my command to execute. BOTH: Yes, sir. Not since the British burned down the White House in the War of 1812 has an enemy force occupied the centre of American power. The White House, the most protected building on Earth, has fallen. MAN (over radio): Sir, we have a hot feed from the PEOC. Minister Lee. Sir, are you safe? Are you with the president? Sir, can you hear...? (gunshot) Oh, my God. Don't negotiate. (panting) Sir... I have your commander in chief. Now, stand down. Who are you? I am the man in control of your White House. Now, stand your men down. Stand down! Sir. All units, stand down! Ladies and gentlemen, we are at DEFCON 4. How could you? Put your hands up. Fuck you. (woman sobbing) (woman sobbing hysterically) (shouting in Korean) (woman screaming) Let go of her! (clamouring) No! (gasping) (men shouting in Korean) There's a reason I never voted for you. RODRIGUEZ: Don't do it, Forbes. (panting) (men shouting in Korean) (sobbing hysterically) (men speaking Korean) (men speaking Korean) (drone beeps) (electrical crackling, buzzing) Takes 15 minutes for your armed forces to reach the White House. (chuckles) We took it down in 13. (thump in distance) (speaks Korean) (grunting) (keypad beeping) (scanner beeps) (alarm beeping) Hurry, we need a wheelchair. In triage, do you want me to colour code or number code? Colour code them. Okay, Pam, we still need to take his vitals. (sighs) MAN: Let's go, let's go! He's gone. (sirens wailing outside) (sighs) Mike. Mike. AUTOMATED VOICE: Cellular service in the area you are calling has been suspended temporarily. MAN: I got head trauma, 6-year-old girl! She's fading! CT scan now! (sirens wailing) (helicopter whirring) Bring Mr. Asher here. (man shouting in Korean) What are you doing, for Christ's sake? Oh, sir. I have no interest in your nuclear launch codes. By now, your Pentagon has changed them, no? Sit. You from the North? You sure as hell are not from the South. I'm working for justice. To give millions of starving men, women and children a chance at more than just subsistence. To end the civil war your country interrupted so long ago. And yes... for a united, prosperous Korea. It's a whole new world, baby. What's the going rate for souls these days? What'd you say to me? I never would have taken you for a traitor. Me? What about you? You sold this country out long before I ever did. Globalization and fucking Wall Street. What's it cost to buy a presidency nowadays, anyway? Huh? $500 million? I'm a fucking rookie compared to you. (grunts) Got to keep your gloves up, Forbes. Enough! What about Connor? What the fuck are you gonna do with my son?! Mr. Speaker. As both the President and the Vice President of the United States are unable to discharge the duties of their offices, I'm officially placing you under Secret Service protection. You are the Acting President of the United States. Are they alive? They are. Sir, North Korea is denying any involvement in the attack. CLEGG: We've secured the perimeter of the White House and cleared a ten-block radius. JACOBS: Sir, they've also assassinated the South Korean Prime Minister. (door opens) (helicopter whirring outside) (keypad beeping) (earpiece beeps) (speed dial beeping) (line ringing) We have contact from inside the White House. Trace confirms it's the president's sat phone. Put it through. (line clicks, connects) Mr. President? BANNING: Negative. Identify yourself. BANNING: Echelon Four. That's one of yours? Designator? Oscar Zulu three-zero-niner. Jesus. Banning? Where are you? I'm in the Oval Office. Is the president in the bunker? He... Can we trust him? Banning was one of our best agents. MONROE: Mr. Speaker, I just have to say, this is Mike Banning. This is the same guy that was removed from the president's detail after the accident when we lost the First Lady? You want to add something, I suggest you get your facts straight. How do we know we can trust this guy? Banning is ex-Special Forces, Ranger Battalion. He will move mountains or die trying. I know him. Does anyone else in this room have any intelligence coming out of the White House? Then we have no choice. Yes. The president's in the bunker. (over earpiece): He's being held hostage. What do they want? (over earpiece): We're trying to find out. Who's in charge? Trumbull. Are there any survivors with you? BANNING: Negative, sir. They wiped us out. They have commandos roaming the hallways with enough explosives to take out an army. Looks like the doors and windows are rigged with C4 explosives. Who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves? Any team coming in is gonna be ringing the front doorbell pretty loud. They shut the power down, lights off, and I assume they closed the air vents. I killed the surveillance, but I don't know how long that's gonna last. Where's Connor? We have no status of his location, but he's presumed to still be inside. Well, they're looking for him. They have his photo. Sir... I'm here. Use me. Okay, Banning. Sit tight. We'll get back with you. (sighs) (distant rustling) (grunts) (grunting) (groans) (grunting continues) (grunts) (panting) (people chatter) RADIOMAN (over speaker): We have a hot feed from the PEOC. Mr. Speaker. What is it you want? Recall the Seventh Fleet from the Sea of Japan and withdraw all 28,500 American troops from the Demilitarized Zone. If you do not comply, if you attempt any operation to retake this building, if you deviate from my instructions... Wait a minute. We can't just recall the Seventh Fleet. Then I will execute your officials one by one, and their blood will be on your hands. You have until dawn. I suggest you move quickly. Who is that guy? Well, sir, we're running facial recognition on him right now. Well, he cleared as part of the South Korean security detail. If we recall the Fleet and leave the DMZ, Seoul and all of South Korea could fall within 72 hours, sir. But if we do nothing, they kill Asher, the vice president and his entire National Security team. And Connor, if he's in there. Mary, get me some coffee, half-and-half, three Sweet 'N Lows. In a real cup. Not one of those paper or Styrofoam things. All right. Let's secure all nuclear sites. Get me our expert on North Korea. Then I want to speak with the Premiere of North Korea on a secure line. After that, I want to speak with the Russians, the Chinese, the British and the French. And set up a press conference. In that order. The United States of America doesn't negotiate with terrorists. Who said anything about negotiating? (woman whimpering) (woman whimpers) (commando speaks Korean) (man grunts, yells) (commando speaks Korean) (grunting, yelling) (commando speaks Korean) Admiral Hoenig... your Cerberus code. You kill him, you won't get the code. I will not ask again. (groans) (groans) (Hoenig panting) (Hoenig cries out in pain) Give it to him, Joe. Mr. President... Shh! ASHER: You'll never get mine. Tango-Juliet-one niner-three-three-four. Louder. Tango-Juliet-one niner-three-three-four. (keyboard keys clacking) (beeps) (thuds) (alarm beeping) RADIOMAN: What the hell? Get me Homeland Security. No, now! (low, indistinct conversations) Sir... NORAD reports a Cerberus code has been entered. CLEGG: Jesus. Jacobs... (camera shutter clicks) I got something coming your way. BANNING: I got a Korean commando in front of me. TRUMBULL: What is that? JACOBS: Is he alive? Ask me a serious question. Anybody around the table? We don't recognize it. Well, whoever they are, they're fucking good. They're well-trained and they're well-organized. But I guess you know that already. Get that over to Langley. BANNING: So, what have you got? Talk to me. They want us to recall the Seventh Fleet and pull our troops out. Oh, is that all? A Cerberus code has been entered. What's Cerberus? That's classified. Classified? Really? Well, right now, I think I have the proverbial need-to-fucking-know. Cerberus is a highly classified military protocol. A three-pronged failsafe in the case of an inadvertent nuclear launch. It allows us to access the self-destruct mechanism in our ICBMs, in flight. So you mean if one of our nuclear warheads was launched and we wanted to abort... TRUMBULL: Cerberus is the only way to stop it from reaching its target. No one person has all three codes. It's parcelled out to the president, Secretary of Defence and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs all of whom are in the president's bunker right now. With those codes, they can destroy any long-range nuke that we fire. And that would make America vulnerable to a nuclear strike. So, change the codes. MONROE: We can't. Cerberus was designed as a self-contained total isolation system. The only way to change the code is physically, on the computer itself, which is located in the president's bunker. So, now we know why they wanted the president's son. The president will hold out as long as he can. But if they get his son... if they hurt him... well, nobody could hold out under those circumstances. So find Connor, get him the hell out of there. Yes, sir. Mr. Forbes. Who is that? Mike Banning. And who might that be? He was on the president's protection detail for a few years. Are we worried about him? Hell, no. No. (scoffs) (quietly): He should be. (speaking Korean) Shh! (continues speaking Korean) (creaking) (door latch clicking) Did Truman gut the White House interior in 1948 or '49? I believe it was '49. Steel frame over the old stone walls. Yes? (speaking Korean) (floorboards creaking quietly) Connor. Shh. (whispering): How you doing? Okay? Yeah, I'm all right. I see this is still your favourite hiding place, huh? Don't speak, okay? BANNING (over speakerphone): I've got Sparkplug. Finally, some good news. BANNING: He's safe. I'm bringing him out. What about my dad? Your dad's going to be fine, okay? Nothing bad's going to happen. We're going to get him out of here. (floorboards creaking, indistinct chatter nearby) (whispering in Korean) (yells in Korean) (gunfire) (man speaks Korean, groans) Okay? Yeah. All right. Let's get out of here. You ready to haul ass? Yeah. Okay, stay close. Okay. Come on. (groaning, speaking Korean) Come on. Okay, come on. (panting) All right, kiddo. Keep an eye out, okay? Watch my 6:00. Jacobs. Okay, I have Sparkplug. (over speakerphone): He's coming out in a ventilation shaft in the northwest corner, ground floor. Have a greeting party waiting. We'll be there. (distant siren wailing) (helicopter hovering overhead) How are you going to fit through that? You're coming with me, right? I got to go get your dad. All right. Now, listen, you can do this. Now, you remember the chimney climbing I taught you on the Rose Garden wall? Yeah? So, that's all it is. Okay? It's one foot against the front wall, one foot against the back. Now, all the way to the top. Hey, Mike? Yeah. I'm scared. Yeah, me, too. But you're going to get through it. You're one of us now. This is yours. Put that on. Now, I'm counting on you, kiddo. Okay. Good man. All right, let's go. (clears throat) There you go, kiddo. Now, push on up, okay? I'll see you on the other side. Okay. Now, keep moving. Sparkplug is on his way up. (men speaking Korean) Oh, Jacobs, hold on. Connor, wait up. (man speaking Korean) (grunting) (neck cracks) (whispering): False alarm. Go. Okay. He's coming out, Jacobs. (helicopter hovering overhead) Hold your position. Hostiles in the area. Go, go, go! It's clear. CIB One. Going in. You okay? Coming out. Hostile moving toward the ledge. Hustle up. Sparkplug received. (sighs) TRUMBULL: Good job, Banning. Now, let's see if we can get the president out. Roger that. I want to reassure all Americans and everyone around the world that despite today's events, our government remains 100% functional. We know that the president is alive. To our friends, we are grateful for your loyalty and support. As a nation, we are never stronger than when tested. We will remain united and strong. God bless you all, and God bless these United States of America. (grunting) (heavy breathing) BANNING: Okay, asshole. Yo. Hey. Who's running the show? Hmm? Uh, you speak English? They teach you that where you come from? 'Cause, you know, what they teach me is how to extract information from people like you. (chuckling) (all laughing) That's funny, huh? No, it's funny. I know. I get it. (groans) (gasping) Yeah. I guess I'm a little rusty. I liked your friend, though. He seems like a funny guy. What's your leader's name? Oh, I'm sorry. Here. How many men do you have? (speaks Korean) (muffled groaning) In English. BANNING (over speakerphone): His name is Yeonsak Kang. He's the head of the KUF. The paramilitary organization. No surprises there. 40 commandos breached the gate. 28 are left. How do we know we can trust the information? I just asked them nicely. Kang Yeonsak? Sir, this is one of the most wanted terrorists in the world. He was brought across the DMZ as a child after his father was executed for crimes against the North Korean state. While they were crossing the border, his mother was killed by an American land mine. This guy masterminded the 2004 bombing of the British Embassy in Seoul. And he funnelled Pyongyang uranium enrichment technology from Pakistan. He's never before been photographed or identified by any Western intelligence agency. Jesus Christ, nobody ever thought to look for him inside the South Korean government. Look, I don't care who he is. With a force that size, I have men who can sweep them out in short order. BANNING: Sir, this is not going to be a cakewalk. These sons of bitches are pretty fucking tough. I've got the toughest fucking guys in the world. What we need to know is how to get into that bunker. JACOBS: Uh, once those blast doors close, you don't. It's nuclear-hardened. Now, there used to be some old tunnels, but they were sealed up years ago. BANNING: Sir, your men need to know what the hell they're dropping into. Do not launch anything until I do some recon. (drill whirring) (whirring) KANG (over speaker): Agent Banning. Yes, I know who you are. Welcome to my house. (beep) Hey, asshole. What took you so long? You're the one that let the First Lady die, no? And soon, the president. Failure seems to be a habit with you. Yeah, well... maybe I owe you for giving me the chance for making up for that today. I admire you for acknowledging your failure, but there's no going back. Nothing you try and do here tonight can atone. Yeah, maybe not. But I reckon fucking your shit up will be a pretty good start. You may want to take a head count. The bodies are piling up. I have more than enough men to finish the mission. Oh, and by the way, if you're looking for Connor, he's on his way to the baseball game. How's your wife, Michael? Leah. She's a nurse. Saves lives. Too bad she will not save yours. You know what? Why don't you and I play a game of "fuck off"? You go first. (beep) Go kill him. (McMillan whimpering) (men shouting in Korean) (speaks Korean) Madam Secretary. Your Cerberus code. No! (McMillan groaning) Ruth. Your code! You'll have to kill me. As you wish. (McMillan groans) (gasping weakly) KANG: There's a saying... ...in Korea. (gasps, groans) Seeing something 100 times is not as good as living it once. Fuck you. (groans) ASHER: Stop! Enough! ASHER: Enough! Stop! (groaning) ASHER: Enough. (McMillan spits) (McMillan gasping) (grunts) (gasping) (wheezes) Give it to him, Ruth. It doesn't matter. They won't get mine. (wheezes) (groans) ASHER: Ruth. (groaning) ASHER: Give it to him. That's an order, Ruth. Sir... Give it him, Ruth. Yes, sir. Echo... Mike... six, zero, two, eight... (typing) five, sir. (groans) McMILLAN: Get your fucking hands off of me! (men yelling in Korean) Sir, NORAD reports that the second Cerberus code has been entered. My God. (electrical buzzing) Mike, Mike. Mike, it's me. Dave? You scared the shit out of me. Jesus. What the fuck? Relax. Put that thing down. Geez, I almost blew your fucking brains out, man. What are you doing here? I was with the South Korean delegation. What the fuck are you doing here? I thought you were working at the Treasury. Yeah, I am. Believe it or not, I came in through the front door. (sighs) Fuck, Mike. I saw my life flash in front of me. Look at my hand. Fucker's shaking. Jesus Christ. It's good to see you, buddy. You got a funny way of showing it. Is the president okay? He's alive for now. (grunts, pants) They got him in the bunker. It's a fucking shit show, huh? Yeah, that's for sure. Roma make it? Fuck. Come on. We got to keep moving. You got a plan, Mike? Yeah. But it hasn't worked out so far. Fucking Mike. You always were a hard-ass. You never change. Hey, Dave. This place is getting me rattled, man. I can't think straight. You okay? No. No, for real. This fucking Kang guy, he's crazy. How do you know his name? Hey, Mike, do you remember that time in New York? (grunting) (grunting and groaning) (grunting) (groans) (pants) (gasping weakly) Dave. Why'd you do it? Fuck, Mike. Fuck. I lost my way. You can make up for it now. Tell Kang I'm dead. You'll help me save the president. (radio beeps) Kang. It's Forbes. I got him. All clear. KANG (over radio): Good. (radio beeps) Okay. Ruth. (weakly): Mr. President, sir? Rough day. Could be worse. How's my hair? (chuckles quietly) Not a strand out of place. Any regrets? None. You? A few. Like running for president. (laughs) The office is lucky to have you, sir. We all may meet our Maker today, but the one thing I do not want on my tombstone: "She went down without a fight." No danger of that. Bring up the satellite feed. CLEGG: Give me eyes on. Looks like there's only four sentries on the roof. With the Air Defence grid gone, they're vulnerable to an aerial insertion. Wait. Let me get there first and check it out. CLEGG (over radio): We're not waiting. We have to secure Cerberus. Oh, fuck. Send in the SEALs, General. We're going through the roof. Command, Tiger Flight inbound. Tiger Team, stand by. TRUMBULL (over radio): The assault team is on the way. About fucking time. Yes, sir. Copy. Command, Tiger Flight's three minutes out. Team, go green. Go green. Cho. (machinery whirring) PILOT (over radio): 60 seconds to target. I want a clean deployment. (pants) Fuck. Tell them to hold. We aren't holding shit. Jacobs. You've gotta abort this mission. They've got the Hydra Six. What's that? Next generation weaponry. Ours. JACOBS: How the hell would they get that? CLEGG: It doesn't matter. We'll take it out. I said abort this fucking mission. Let's go get our goddamn house back, Captain. Tiger Two, Tiger Three, you're cleared hot. Tiger Two, roger. Tiger Three, roger. ARMY TECH OFFICER: All birds, be on the lookout for possible advanced weaponry. (men speak Korean) (shouts in Korean) (yells) PILOT 3: Approaching rooftop. Negative on the four sentries. Tiger Flight's on station. We got 'em. Go, go, go. Fast ropes deployed. We have a radar locked sourced from target. Tiger Two is taking fire from the rooftop. Tiger Team, go combat flight. Tiger Two's hit. He's going down. Tiger Two's going down hard. Tiger Two's hit. Evasive, evasive. Take out that target. Concentrate fire on the rooftop. Tiger Three, fly behind the target. Tiger Four, adjust approach. Head northwest and flank from there. Tiger Five and Six, switch to Formation Charlie and take out that gun! Damn it, drop altitude! Tiger One gunner just got hit. (shell casings clattering) Watch your three. Watch your three. Taking fire. Hold on. We're getting hit. (commando cries out) Tiger Six is down. Tiger Five taking... (screams) Tiger Five's gone down. PILOT 1: Reset formation. Tiger One taking lead. PILOT: Roger that. We need backup. They're chewing us up. Engaging Target. Provide cover. ARMY TECH OFFICER: All remaining Black Hawks, provide air cover. (gunfire continues) PILOT 1: Two birds up. Only two birds remain. Abort. Abort. Pull out. Clear the area. PILOT 1: Roger. Clearing the area. Tiger One is hit. Losing control. Tail rotor failure. Mayday, Mayday. We're going down. (debris clattering) ARMY TECH OFFICER: Five out of six birds are down. PILOT 3: Requesting QRT. PILOT 3: Permission to launch second squadron. ARMY TECH OFFICER: Negative, negative. We don't have any intel about what other surprises they could have for us. Return to base. Return to base. Over. PILOT 3: Roger that. Banning, are you there? Banning! REPORTER: Half the White House is just gone. The residence, the roof, all destroyed, and the remainder of the historic building now trashed. KANG: Speaker Trumbull, that was a very foolish undertaking. Your president is next. You now have one hour to recall the Seventh Fleet and your troops. Once you do so, I want a helicopter on the North Lawn, fuelled and ready. 60 minutes. (groans weakly) Ow. (groans) (quietly): Fuck. It's Banning. Patch him through. Mike? Yeah. We've been trying to reach you, son. Are you okay? Mr. Speaker, sir, if we ever get out of this shit storm, you can hold me for insubordination, but your team needs some serious fucking help. This is General Clegg, Army Chief of Staff. I am ordering you to stand down. BANNING: Remove your only eyes and ears from the ground. That's fucking brilliant. CLEGG: We need to pull you out of there before we lose another hostage. I am giving you a direct order. Newsflash, asshole. I don't work for you. General Clegg, I'm the commander in chief. If I didn't absolutely need you, I would relieve you right now. I will not let this asshole blow up America, sir. General, I don't want to hear another word out of you unless I ask you a question! Sir. Mr. Banning. Mr. Banning, are you there? Yes, sir. What's the plan? We're recalling the Seventh Fleet, pulling our troops back from the DMZ and giving them the helicopter. Sir, you cannot do that. You cannot give this guy what he wants. I've dealt with these types of men before. Give me some time. Let me flush him out. We are talking about the safety of the president of the United States. We're talking about a hell of a lot more than that, sir. BANNING: With all due respect, you're acting president now. And I'm the best hope you've got. TRUMBULL: Okay, Mike, you've got 30 minutes. Or you work from home, so drive mostly on the weekend. You might only drive short distances to work each day. You might not drive your car to work at all. You might park securely at work. Or these days, everybody travels to you. Maybe you only do school runs. Or you work from home, so drive mostly on the weekend. At Youi, we get that everyone's not the same, so we tailor your insurance premium to how you use or don't use your car. Call: Or go to youi.co.nz today. Over speakers: Dr Miller, line to you. Dr Miller, phone call. Line to you. Leah, call for you on the landline. The emergency line. Can you make sure he gets some morphine? Yes. Mike? Hey. I was just checking in. (sighs heavily) Babe. How's your day been? Yeah, it's been busy. It's good, you know. How about you? Yeah. Busy. Hey, you okay? Yeah, I just, I've` I've had to stay a little later than I expected. Yeah, me, too. You're gonna come home tonight, right? Yeah. Sure. We got a date, remember? Hey, I gotta go. You know, this, uh, paperwork's piling up. LEAH: Okay. I love you. (phone beeps) (dial tone drones) (groans softly) (computer beeping) What's the matter, Kang? You look like you've seen a ghost. I guess you don't know who you can trust, huh? It's over. No more televised executions. No chopper. No more negotiating with you and the United People's Front of Who Gives a Fuck. I will send the president out one piece at a time. It won't matter. Because whatever you think you accomplished, you won't be alive to see it. Shut him down. Ah, you're not shutting me down, Kang. I'm here to stay. I underestimated you. It will not happen again. There is no again. You're gonna die down there alone, cut off from the rest of the world. My advice? Save the last bullet for yourself. 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna stick my knife through your brain. But don't worry. I'm gonna leak the photos of your body to the press. You know, 'cause I know you like that kind of shit. (typing) (speaks Korean) Her. (grunting): No. No. No. (commando speaking Korean) (grunting) (McMillan yells) (commandos speaking Korean) (McMillan gasping) I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America! (McMillan gasping) (Cho speaks Korean) (grunts, cries out in pain) (speaks Korean) Your leader is out of his mind. You fucking idiot! Go. Walk. Move! (McMillan whimpers) (Cho shouts in Korean) (Cho shouts in Korean) (shouts in Korean) (helicopter blades whirring) Sir, there's movement in front of the White House. Ours or theirs? (over radio): Looks like Secretary McMillan, sir. Any bulges, wires? (over radio): Negative. RADIOMAN: Sir, ground reports activity at the White House. Is that...? McMillan. Get a team out there now. And another to cover. Go. (Cho shouts in Korean) REPORTER: It looks like Secretary McMillan. Yeah, yes, it is. (gunshot, McMillan gasps) (McMillan yells) (gunfire continues) (gunfire continues) (quietly): Yes! (gasping) Mike? Hey. BANNING: He got away. He's back in the bunker. TRUMBULL: You gave it a good shot, Mike. You saved McMillan. North and South Korean military forces are on high alert in response to rumours of an impending American pull-out from the DMZ. REPORTER 2: India, China and Russia have declared a state of emergency and have mobilized military forces. REPORTER 3: In the Middle East, though, the response to the attack on the White House is jubilant. Crowds of thousands are celebrating in the streets and American flags are burning. REPORTER 4: ...created by a U.S. departure could spark an immediate and full-scale conflict and that any conventional war in this heavily armed corner of the world could easily escalate into nuclear confrontation. TRUMBULL: The hour's up. Send the helicopter. Let's recall the Seventh Fleet. Pull the troops out of the DMZ. We just lost South Korea. Our Pentagon sources are now saying that U.S. ground troops have been given the order to withdraw from Korea for the first time in 60 years. We're also hearing reports that the U.S.'s Seventh Fleet has been directed to pull back in the region. Although unconfirmed, this historic turn of events seems to be motivated by today's attack on the White House, which began as the prime minister of Korea was meeting with President Asher. (typing) (speaking Korean) What are they doing? (commandos speaking Korean) (panting) (shouts in Korean) (commandos speaking Korean) (commando shouts in Korean) (commandos speaking Korean) (commandos shouting Korean, woman whimpers) (keypad beeps) Mike, we have to get Kang and the president out in the open and take our best shot. Copy that, sir. (helicopter blades whirring) (indistinct radio transmission) Bravo Team is in position. Sir, we are ready. All units are in position. (shouting in Korean) Here come the hostages. We count 11 targets, sir. One of them's got to be the president. That's their ticket out. Hercules Six in position. Can you I.D. the president? Negative. FBI AGENT: Can you I.D. Kang? SNIPER: Negative. Targets unclear. (commandos shouting in Korean) ARMY OFFICER: Sir, all ground units are in position. Do we have the go-ahead to take them? If we're gonna go, we got to go now, sir. Do we have the go-ahead, sir? TRUMBULL: No. Too risky. They could kill the president. (quietly): Yes, sir. It's okay. We have a tracking device on the chopper. MAN (over radio): Holy shit. What was that? Was that us? MAN 2: Negative, negative. That wasn't us. (men chatter) Though it is not confirmed yet, President Asher is believed to have been among those killed when the Black Hawk helicopter went down in flames on the White House North Lawn. And certainly, today's events will be recorded in history as one of this country's darkest hours. Oh, my God. The president's gone. (panting) (fire crackling) Mike? BANNING (over phone): What the hell happened? I'm sorry to report... the president was on that helicopter. And Kang? TRUMBULL: Kang killed himself. And all the other hostages. Wait. This doesn't add up. It doesn't make sense. What doesn't make sense? Kang would not go out like that, sir. That's not who he is. I think he's still in the bunker. And he has the president. He's gonna try and slip away. If Kang is still on the premises with the president, you can't let him leave. He won't. (groaning, panting, man speaks Korean) Enough! (panting) KANG: I read your Bible, Mr. President. It says, "The wages of sin is death." You better keep that in mind. (computer beeps) (alarm buzzing, beeping) What are you doing? COMPUTER: Cerberus has been activated. ASHER: We haven't launched any missiles yet. KANG: I don't need to launch them. The explosive force within each hardened silo will detonate the missiles. Tens of millions of Americans will perish. Your country will be a cold, dark nuclear wasteland. Now, too, America shall know suffering and famine. (over TV): South Korean officials are saying now that they've pulled out the reserves and they're mobilizing additional armoured units in response... Sir. Cerberus has been activated. What? NORAD confirms. JACOBS: How did it come to this? We lost Korea and now our nukes? They couldn't have broken the code. That would be impossible. They'd be on the bunker computer for days to break three codes. No, he only needed to break one code. But we haven't launched any missiles. They're going to detonate them in their silos. How many? All of them. (computer beeping) He's just opened the gates of hell. (computer beeping) Time to go, Mr. President. (groaning) (yelling) (speaks Korean) You really think you're gonna get out of here alive? The world thinks we're both dead. And with you as insurance... (remote beeps) (door beeping) (speaking Korean) (men grunting) (neck snaps) (gunshot) (gasping) (both grunting) (grunts) (gasping) (groans) (both grunting) (choking) Come on, Mike! (panting) Looks like you failed again, Mike. (both grunting) (groans) (groans) (panting) Sir. Sir, sir, look at me. Sir. Sir. (panting) Okay. It's gone through, and you've lost a little blood. But I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? Now, you know what to do. (panting): Mike. Ben, Ben, come on! Cerberus. What? Cerberus activated. Cerberus. (computer beeping) Keep that pressed in. Sir. Ben. You're gonna be okay. All right. (panting) This is Banning. I have the president. He's hurt but alive. How do I switch this fucking thing off? Hang on. Deactivation code! Find a control panel marked "Countermand." Countermand. Got it. Flip a blue-white switch marked "Initiate recall." "Initiate recall." Okay. COMPUTER: Deactivation sequence initiated. Please enter abort command. Come on, come on, come on, come on! November... India. November. India. Lima. Wait, wait. Yep. Five. Oscar. Hotel. Oscar. Hotel. Backslash. Niner. Backslash. Victor. Kilo. Hash tag. What? Hash tag. Shift three! Holy fuck. Shift three. Echo. Sierra. Foxtrot. Foxtrot. Is that it? That's it. (computer beeping) (beeping stops) COMPUTER: Cerberus has been deactivated. (sighs) (excited murmuring) (sighs) Sir. NORAD confirms Cerberus has been shut down. Good. Now, get me Seoul and Pyongyang on the line. (indistinct radio chatter) (helicopter passing overhead) (chandelier tinkling) Are you ready, Mr. President? (grunts) (garbled radio transmissions) Sorry about the house, sir. It's okay. I believe it's insured. (officers chattering) (cheering) ASHER (voiceover): We've lost good friends. Family. All good people. Heroes, every one of them. Dad! Our hearts and prayers go out to their families. And they will be remembered. Nor will we forget those who serve out of the spotlight, to whom we owe our highest gratitude. Our foe did not come only to destroy our things or our people. Are you okay? They came to desecrate a way of life. To foul our beliefs, trample our freedom. And in this, not only did they fail, they granted us the greatest gift: a chance at our rebirth. We will rise renewed, stronger and united. This is our time, our chance to get back to the best of who we are. To lead by example, with the dignity, integrity and honour that built this country and which will build it once again. May God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.