Previously on "Designated Survivor"...
I'm your older brother. I'm supposed to help you get through things.
Whatever I think happened... It doesn't matter anymore.
- Because we're family. - Yeah.
If you're trying to tell me that you're not sure about us...
- I'm saying I don't know. - Well, I do.
And when you do, give me a call.
Why am I still wearing an ankle bracelet when I've been helping?
It's either that or a 30-year term for espionage.
The knowledge that Damian has belongs to us.
If anything happens to him, you will regret it.
You leaked intel to Valeria that I was still alive
to see if the Russians wanted me dead.
But they didn't. They knew you could help us solve the hack.
Which is why the hacker wanted you dead.
Senator, what qualities do you possess
that would make you a great Vice President?
The question is, sir, what qualities don't I have?
Why don't we talk about my agenda?
I'll champion it, of course.
What if I'm wrong?
Unconditional loyalty, sir... That's what you get from me.
As much as I appreciate the sentiment,
I'm interested in working with someone
who would feel comfortable
about being able to tell me when they think I'm wrong.
Well, I can do that, sir.
Well, I'd tinker with an aspect or two of your tax plan...
Perhaps tweak your Mideast policy.
I'd also like to take a crack
at re-prioritizing your domestic agenda...
Healthcare, welfare, family leave.
Your budget needs a complete overhaul,
your slate of judicial nominees is weak,
and your foreign policy, sir...
it's more of a ad hoc lump of shifting positions
than a policy, isn't it?
Well, Senator Alexander wants to move into my office,
Governor Sinclair is a walking rubber stamp,
and Congressman Sharpe wants to take a blowtorch to my agenda.
None of the three candidates are perfect, sir.
We'll stipulate to that.
But they all bring something important to the table...
Experience, the ability to expand your base.
You're both focused on the politics here.
I think you're missing the point.
The point is we don't need to have a Vice President right now.
The line of succession of the presidency's already in place.
Speaker of the House, President of the Senate,
both of whom have been elected to their positions.
Both have earned the right to serve,
unlike anyone I could simply appoint.
Agreed, sir, but having a V.P. Serves another agenda...
To help you govern.
Tyler, Fillmore, Johnson... Andrew, not Lyndon...
And Arthur all succeeded Presidents
who died who while they were in office.
Not a single one of them appointed a Vice President.
And not one of them is on American currency, sir,
except for Johnson.
He was on a commemorative dollar.
And he was impeached.
The first man that I appointed Vice President...
was involved in a massive conspiracy
that almost brought our country down and cost me my life.
We're gonna get this right.
We're gonna wait until we find the perfect candidate.
Respectfully, Mr. President, we can't.
Vetting's been a slow crawl for months,
and The Journal caught wind of it.
They are publishing tomorrow.
You're not gonna get a PR bounce
if you name the V.P. after a hit piece like that, sir.
You will look reactive and weak.
Lyor's right. If you're gonna do this, tonight is the night.
Then I suggest you both cast a wider net.
We have a few people on deck. We'll get 'em in.
Okay, fine.
Where do we stand on the $600 billion bond payment
owed to Japan at midnight?
The extension should be pro forma.
We're on our way to the State Department
to get Minister Omono's signoff.
Okay, let's get that done now.
Yes, sir.
The President needs to see Senator Givens
and Secretary Aretsky later tonight.
- I'll set it up. - Good.
Mr. Boone, my father's birthday is tonight.
Mm-hmm?
I'm not getting him anything.
No, no.
I'm saying that I wanted to see him.
Oh! Yeah. Uh...
You can leave early.
- Thank you. - Yeah, just come back after.
So, midnight?
Yeah, midnight's perfect.
And don't say I never do anything for you, all right?
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Ready?
Kids today... They have it so easy.
What?
You invite me to dinner, then you stand me up.
You act like you're the busiest guy in the world.
Trey, I am so sorry. I'm gonna call the kitchen,
get them to put some rib eyes on the grill for us.
Tell me who killed JFK, all will be forgiven.
You're gonna have to work your way up to that one.
Hey, you're not gonna have to catch
the late flight tonight.
I'm gonna organize transportation,
get you back to the city in the morning.
I wouldn't worry about that. I'm moving to D.C.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
That's fantastic. So you worked everything out
- with Braniff Securities? - Yep.
They told me not to let the door hit me in ass on the way out.
Trey, I'm so sorry.
No, it's okay. I need a change of scenery.
Well, you want to be Vice President?
Depends... Do I actually have to do anything?
So, you want a forbearance.
Yes, a six-month rollover on $600 billion
of T-Bonds that have come due.
I've worked with Lyor. He knows how strong
the friendship between our two countries is.
Indeed.
He also knows that, uh, I speak my mind.
Oh, yes.
Japan has more than a trillion dollars
- invested in your country. - And I think you're seeing
an excellent return on that investment.
Mm, what we're seeing is interest payments,
not principal.
And we worry we never will.
The United States of America has never defaulted.
Yet. But your national debt clock is never going to reverse.
And Japan is never gonna be a world power again. So what?
Uh, I think what Lyor's trying to say is...
We are requesting a courtesy from an ally,
an ally who gladly accepts our unwavering military protection,
who escaped its fate as a backwater
thanks to the generosity of our post-War reconstruction...
- That's outrageous. - And who should know better
than to send the guy who spends every free moment
vacationing in our country to lecture us on our economy?
I think the words you're looking for, Takuzo,
are "Domo arigato."
Really?
He's the Japanese Finance Minister.
You can't talk to him like that.
You know the most popular pizza topping in Japan is squid?
We left this late.
If we don't get this extension we're gonna default,
and you provoke him?
Squid on pizza... That's a provocation.
- Lyor. - Relax.
Takuzo is an old friend.
We'll get the deferral before midnight, all right.
Along with a bottle of premium Hokkaido sake...
Which is all yours. I don't touch the stuff.
I don't know why I let you out of your cage.
Seriously.
Get me the President.
My call just dropped.
Yeah, the elevator's probably blocking the signal.
No, it's not a signal thing.
I'm getting a "No service" indication.
Well, that's mildly disconcerting.
Ugh.
Well, this is a good time to mention my low blood sugar.
Someone! Somebody?!
Has Damian been any help?
None. He's been under lock and key at the safe house.
The key is Alan Turing.
Alan Turing? Who's that?
Is that a serious question?
He invented the computer, Hannah.
And I care because...?
There's a code embedded in all the hacks...
06231912.
So, I looked at it every which way...
and then one arrangement jumped out.
Turing's birthday... June 23, 1912.
Okay, what does this have to do with anything?
I don't know... yet.
Damian's ankle bracelet.
- I lost his signal. - How is that possible?
His transponder is routed through satellites.
The only way we wouldn't be receiving a signal...
is if there was a massive power outage
and the towers went out.
We lost him!
I'm going to the safe house!
Thanks.
No, thank you.
Did you know that when the Washington Monument
was built in 1884,
it was the tallest man-made structure in the world?
Did you know you could brew beer out of bananas?
That is more interesting.
Yeah.
What was that?
Must be some kind of power outage.
The generators just kicked in.
Son of a bitch.
Mr. President, lights are down throughout the Capital.
I'll get the Mayor, the Police Chief,
and the Public Service Chief on the horn, sir.
Thank you, Mike. Trey, I'm gonna have to take a...
Rain check.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Hey, you mind spending some time with Penny?
- You got it. - Thank you.
Chuck, I'm here.
The door's ajar,
there's shattered glass in the parking lot.
I'm going in.
Hannah, wait for backup.
Chuck, we got an agent down. Get me an ambulance.
Roger that.
Damian's gone.
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The power grids are down
throughout the metropolitan area, Mr. President.
It looks like a cyberattack.
There's a signature embedded in this hack
that's similar to the space station and the prison hack,
but this one's next generation.
We're trying to solve it.
Now, the concern is
this could be the prelude to a larger attack.
It's large enough already. A pattern's emerging.
Trying to undermine our institutions, but to what end?
Unfortunately, we're not gonna know that
until we know who's behind all of this.
We've got our best people on it, Mr. President.
How's the White House fixed for power?
Well, the backup generators are good for eight hours.
If the blackout drags on, we'll have to start rationing.
Excuse me, Mr. President.
The press pool wants to know what's going on.
Tell them the lights went out.
Uh, I think they're asking why, sir.
- So are we. - Okay.
I'll detail the scope of the power outage
and keep a damper on speculation as to why.
Mr. President, the mayor's en route.
Thank you. I'm gonna want to see her as soon as she gets here.
Yes, sir.
Help! Help!!
Speaking of help, how 'bout you help me solve this?
Well, we're trapped between floors,
which means no one can hear us,
There's no external power source,
which means we can't get this rig started.
And this contraption's at least 60 years old,
which means there are no exterior ladders
that can carry us to safety,
so what precisely would you like me to do?
Help! Anybody! Please! Help!
So, you haven't heard from Emily, either?
No.
It's not like her and Lyor to be out of touch.
They were meeting with Minister Omono at State.
They probably got caught up in traffic on the way back,
and if traffic lights are down,
a few miles can turn into a few hours.
Yeah, and cellphones are down.
So, in Em's absence you're acting Chief of Staff?
Yeah, per the President.
Back in the catbird seat. How's it feel?
Like I want to see your statement on the blackout ASAP.
Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.
What are you doing?
Hey, Emily's not, uh... Oh, hey, Sasha.
I was just, uh, leaving her a note.
Uh, what is this?
I don't know.
Well, I do.
It's a limited-edition copy of "All the President's Men"
signed by Woodward and Bernstein.
You shouldn't be here.
Emily isn't obsessed with Watergate, but you know who is?
- Me. - Seth...
Why would she get me this? We're broken up.
Unless...
Oh, my God.
Our six-month anniversary.
It's today, isn't it?
You have to leave. Now.
She never actually used the words "broken up."
She... she said that she wasn't sure about us,
but not being sure is not the same as...
As being broken up.
It's an expression of uncertainty,
and uncertainty doesn't toll anniversaries.
And stay out!
All right, let me get this straight.
Damian predicted our NASA hack.
He's on the loose.
We've been waiting on him to cough up the intel we need,
and he coincidentally escapes
right before our power grid was taken down.
Look, Aaron, I get it.
He could be responsible for everything.
We are tracking him down.
All right, tell us what you got, Chuck.
Well, for starters, we think he stole the gun
and the car of the agent he clocked.
Which makes him either desperate or suicidal.
Normally, I'd be able to track him.
Every FBI car's got a beacon, but the signal's routed
through satellite, and with the cell towers out...
What the traffic cams? They're solar powered.
Right. I can still access them.
I got something.
The last visual of the stolen car was 15 minutes ago.
An intersection near 2650 Wisconsin.
2650...
That's the Russian Embassy.
All right. Keep on it, Chuck.
Mr. President.
Madam Mayor, thank you for coming.
Thank you so much, Mr. President.
This is my National Security Advisor, Aaron Shore.
Ma'am.
So, what is it like out there?
Not good, sir. Our Public Service Commissioner
has no idea what caused the outage.
The cause of the problem is not as important as fixing it.
How are you on essential services?
It's supposed to be 30 degrees tonight.
We're passing out blankets,
we're putting the elderly and the infirm
in the few places with backup power.
What about the unrest?
D.C.'s Finest are on the job,
but we are a city already on the edge.
We have a sanitation strike, we have a public hiring freeze,
we have an unemployment rate
that is 50% above the national average.
What can we do to help?
Sir, I need a command center.
The power's down in City Hall.
If there is a government building with electricity
- that you can set me up in... - I'll do you one better.
We'll set you up here in the White House.
That way my people
can coordinate with yours, we can monitor your progress,
chip in where we can.
We'll set you up in the Truman Room.
Agent Ritter will show you the way.
- Mr. President, thank you. - Thank you, Mayor.
Right this way, ma'am.
Yeah?
Yes. Thank you.
Kendra, what the hell happened?
Mr. President, the Japanese Finance Minister
messengered over this demand letter.
They want the T-Bonds paid on schedule... no extension.
Did they provide an explanation?
They said the bonds are heavily invested
in our power grids and infrastructure.
And tonight's blackout didn't exactly inspire confidence.
No, sir, but the wire transfers have to originate from Treasury,
and their computers are down.
What the hell? That's not supposed to happen.
Which means unless we want to watch
our national credit rating nosedive,
we need an alt and fast.
Like a third-party payment.
No, the markets will see that as a weakness.
Well, we're in a bind. Whether we default
or have a third party make the payment,
the Dow's gonna react and not in a good way.
Kendra, I want you to reach out to the S. E. C. Chairman.
See if he can hold off the opening bell,
give us some time to try and solve this.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
And I'll reassure congressional leadership.
Thank you.
You have a Valeria sighting yet?
Nope. I waited outside the Russian Embassy for two hours,
then I just walked up to the guard shack and asked for her.
What'd they say?
I think it was Russian for "drop dead."
You may be able to tell that to Damian in English.
I got a bead on that stolen FBI car.
- Where? - Heading north.
The last photo was a traffic cam on Garfield and 29th...
Then the photos stop.
Okay, I know the area. I'm 10 minutes out.
You try talking your way out of this, you son of a bitch.
Hey, Chuck? I got a visual on his car.
He wrecked it.
Yeah, but I don't have a visual on you.
Be careful.
Drop the gun!
Hannah, let me explain.
Drop the gun, or this time I put one in your head.
Turn around.
Get on the ground. Put your hands behind your back.
So, you're a killer now, too?
Hannah...
Why does he have my address?
Because he was going to kill you...
and I had to stop him.
Citywide blackout now enters hour two...
- Hey. - Hey.
I just wanted to say good night to Penny.
Oh, she's down for the count.
- Really? - Yep.
She ate all her veggies?
Check.
Finished her homework?
Tom, I did everything on your list...
Fed her, checked her homework,
fired M-80s off the balcony with her,
tucked her in with a bottle of tequila.
Trey.
Fine. I didn't check her homework.
Thank you.
You okay?
Oh, aside from the blackout,
the Japanese calling in a $600 billion bond,
and two of my senior staff seemed to have disappeared
into the Bermuda Triangle...
So, business as usual?
Yeah, something like that.
Thanks for holding down the fort.
I'll call you when Penny and I are breaking into Langley.
Don't get caught.
Doing everything it can
to restore power as quickly as possible.
Police, meanwhile, are reporting
acts of vandalism and looting throughout the city.
Still no sign of restoring power,
and now we're getting reports of sporadic violence
erupting around the city.
What have you told the press pool?
As little as possible, sir.
Good man. Any word from Emily and Lyor?
No, sir.
You okay?
Yeah.
Occam's razor... Simplest explanation
is they're holed up in traffic somewhere having a laugh.
True.
What?
We have no electricity, right?
So you're not jerry-rigging anything
except your likely electrocution
'cause if you're holding the wrong wire
when the power comes back on...
At least I'm doing something.
Yes, you are.
You're confusing motion for progress, as per usual.
Excuse me?
You know, overkill... That's your thing.
You micromanage the staff,
you put out three memos when one would do just fine.
You know, I believe in rules.
You act like they don't apply to you.
Oh, well, they don't.
Thinkers get special dispensation.
Really? What am I thinking right now?
"That is completely uncalled for."
Okay, genius, think our way out of this.
Well, it's been a few hours and no one's come by yet.
So it could be the zombie apocalypse.
But more likely, it's after hours,
and the building is probably empty.
Yep.
There's only one thing left to do.
Help!
- Help! - Help!
Anybody?! Someone!
Shh! Wait.
Help!
- Help! - Help!
On a cold March night, a blackout
has left hundreds of thousands of D. C. residents
without heat or power, and some have taken the law
into their own hands by looting and setting fires.
As the unrest grows,
there are growing reports of skirmishes with police.
Aaron, what do you got?
Garfield Heights, Bellevue, Shipley Terrace...
Oh, my God.
And dozens hospitalized. It's like a ticking time bomb.
What do you suggest?
As interim Chief of Staff or National Security Advisor?
Both.
As Chief of Staff, I'd say this is still a local matter.
We should give the mayor some time to get her hands around it
rather than infringe on her authority.
And as National Security Advisor?
I'd say we're one incident away from full-scale riots,
a loss of life.
I'd consider mobilizing the National Guard, sir.
Come with me.
Yes, Commissioner. Yes, thank you. Thank you.
Please keep me informed.
Mayor Darby, how's it going?
Rough sledding, sir.
We are distributing aid,
but we are dealing with isolated pockets of violence.
They're more than isolated, Ms. Mayor.
We have a tax base that barely covers our essential services.
When the government doesn't fulfill its end of the bargain
by keeping the lights on, all that frustration boils over.
I understand, which is why I've decided
to deploy D. C.'s National Guard...
Get this under control before it gets out of hand.
Respectfully, sir, I think that's a bad idea.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
You just said that D. C. Metro's understaffed and overwhelmed.
Yes, but federalizing this is not the answer.
You'll alienate the public. We will get a handle on this.
I just need a little more time. Sir, please.
Our nation's Capital is dark.
The world is watching,
and Lady Liberty's light has gone out.
Mayor, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you've run out of time.
Okay, let's go over this again. Why did you escape?
The guy I shot was a contract killer.
His name is Ray Kinney. You might know his brother, Lou.
Lou is the guy who tried to kill me,
the guy our mysterious hacker hired,
the guy you shot dead.
You've known this all along.
You've been sitting on this information.
Why the hell wouldn't you say anything about it?
I'm wearing an ankle bracelet under house arrest.
If I had told you the assassin's brother
was going to be gunning for you,
it's unlikely you would have believed me.
- Who turned the lights out? - I don't know.
Why did you go to the Russian Embassy?
That was personal, not business.
You're going to die in prison, Damian.
I know you don't trust me, Hannah, but think.
I stole a Federal vehicle
and managed to wrap it around a pole in an empty street.
Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I wanted you to find me?
Why?
So that you'd know I wasn't trying to escape.
I was protecting you.
Okay.
Assuming that any of that is true,
how did Ray Kinney get my specs?
I may have an answer. We dumped his burner phone.
He put in a call to Valeria Poriskova. She could've hired him.
All right, so if Ray Kinney was working for the Russians,
Lou Kinney must have been working with them, as well.
What you're telling us is Russia is responsible for the hacks.
No, Russia isn't.
That's not how I do the math.
The brothers weren't working the same job.
Lou was hired by our anonymous hacker.
That's why I was a target, because of what I know.
Ray wanted payback for his brother's death.
Valeria hired him, kill two birds with one stone.
Why would Valeria Poriskova want me dead?
Do you really need to ask that question?
Why did you go to see her?
Can't tell you that, Hannah.
Mr. President.
What do you got, Mike?
Emily and Lyor were seen leaving the meeting
with Minister Omono around 7:00 p. m.,
but their driver said they never made it back to the car.
That doesn't make sense. Where the hell are they?
Maybe they took the Metro.
There's still hundreds of people trapped underground.
You honestly think that two of my senior staff
spontaneously decided to take the subway
instead of their chauffeur-driven Escalades?
Slightly more plausible than alien abduction.
Keep looking, Mike. I'm starting to worry.
Yes, sir.
Half a roll of Mentos,
some allergy medicine, and lip balm.
I'll take some of those Mentos.
My battery's at 14%. We're gonna need to use yours soon.
- No can do. - Why not?
'Cause I checked mine with building security
so it wouldn't have to go through the metal detector.
You know, the radiation degrades the phone's circuitry.
Great. I'm gonna die in a metal coffin with a lunatic.
Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.
You won't even know you're dead.
Well, I'm not ready to check out yet.
No, of course not... Too much to accomplish.
And you can accomplish much.
Hmm.
What?
You'd have to avoid scandal, of course,
which shouldn't be a problem for you.
You're fundamentally boring.
- Boring?! - It's a good thing.
It means you're uncontroversial.
Plus you're educated, well-spoken.
Huh. You'd have to run for lower office first, obviously.
Congress, a statehouse, you know, but...
Lyor, can you pretend like you know
how to have a conversation with another human being?
I'm saying you could be President.
That's crazy.
No, it's not.
You're the youngest Chief of Staff in history.
You're the first female one.
You got more policy chops than anyone with the exception of me.
You're mildly awkward, but in an endearing way
that will actually draw voters to you.
I'm not awkward!
Judgy, though. That'd we'd have to work on.
Lyor, you're being ridiculous.
Judgy.
Lyor, I don't want to be President.
Why not?
Because I'm just a kid from Akron.
You're a lot of things, Emily.
But "just a kid from Akron" isn't one of them.
Hey.
Hey!
How'd your meeting with the S. E. C. Commissioner go?
Bad. He says he doesn't want to politicize his job
by stepping in and delaying the opening bell.
So blackouts and loan defaults and rioting.
Oh, my.
What are you doing?
So, Em and I... It's our six-month anniversary.
Oh. I-I thought you two were broken up.
Yeah, so did I, but I guess we weren't.
But we will be when she figures out
I forgot to get her something, so I'm, uh, I'm improvising.
By getting her nutrition bars?
Yeah, she loves these.
Cranberry walnut, banana kale... Low-glycemic, high in protein.
- Seth, are you mental? - Sorry?
Well, these bars are for people who count calories,
so you give them to Emily as a gift, what's her takeaway?
Oh.
My point is she just needs to know
that you're thinking of her.
Well, of course I'm thinking of her.
I think about her all the time.
Good. So just get her something that doesn't make her think
she should make a beeline for the StairMaster.
The unrest in parts of Washington has worsened,
as the police have mysteriously vanished,
leaving Federal vehicles to patrol the streets
and an increasingly restive populace.
With D. C. police absent,
there are now worries of an impending boiling point.
No, she didn't.
You pulled the police back?! On whose authority?
Give us the room, please.
Mine, sir.
D.C. Metro answers to me.
We are trying to solve the same problem.
- We should be working together. - Exactly.
But you're sending soldiers into low-income neighbors.
I know these people.
Turning the District into a militarized zone
will only inflame them.
They need to know that they have someone in power
that they can trust.
If that can't be you, then it has to be me.
I appreciate your insight,
but right now we both have to deal with a circumstance
that we've been given, and the only way I see
keeping a lid on this is by invoking martial law.
So your soldiers aren't enough.
You're gonna impose a curfew, suspend habeas corpus.
You'll restore order, but at what cost, sir?
You'll be a dictator.
May I suggest you watch your tone,
and you better understand that I will not tolerate
the loss of life or destruction of property in my backyard!
I'm not asking you to, sir. D. C. is all about local rule.
I can't be seen as if I'm colluding with the Feds.
If you establish this us-versus-them mentality,
I will never be able to govern here.
Well, from the looks of it, you're not governing now.
Pull your people back!
I'll mobilize the entire force...
Off-duty and volunteer officers.
I'll pull in the Fire Department,
institute strategic road closures.
Give my people one hour... One hour, Mr. President...
To see if they can put a lid on things.
And if they can't?
Then you lock down our city.
You've got one hour.
Aaron!
What is it?
The hack in the power grid, Turing's birth date...
Maybe it's a call and response.
What are you talking about?
Alan Turing's death date... 06071954.
If I'm right, it could unlock a binary polynomial
in the power grid's O.S.,
allowing us to extract the polluted code
that shut the power grid down, reboot the system,
restore the status quo.
Try that.
This is Chuck Russink.
Get me the electric company's chief engineer.
- Mr. President. - Thank you.
Mr. President, I'm sorry I'm so late.
The traffic lights are out.
Completely understand.
I want to thank you for getting here on such short notice.
Please.
I have to be honest, I'm a little confused
by your country's reluctance
to extend the due date for your T-Bonds.
But, of course, that's your choice.
But given the circumstances in the District tonight,
I was hoping, without offending you,
if I could make a personal plea.
There's no need, Mr. President.
Your brother already persuaded me.
My brother?
Yes. I've known Trey for a long time.
His company did a public offering on the Nikkei
a few years ago when I was a regulator.
I trust him.
So when he reached out to me, he made a good point.
Which was?
That by extending the bonds,
my country wasn't betting on your economy.
It was betting on you.
I see.
Trey told me that Tom Kirkman
is someone who has faced long odds
and come through every time,
someone whose word is his bond.
And we agree.
Minister Omono, I am honored.
Thank you.
Mr. President.
Let me show you out.
Sir.
The Mayor needs you.
Okay.
These videos were taken just a few minutes ago,
showing widespread chaos in the nation's Capital,
with District police nowhere to be seen.
We failed, sir.
So calm has not been restored?
No, sir.
The police are doing everything they can,
but looting is spreading, and I fear riots.
Mayor, you did the best you could.
Unfortunately, I don't see an alternative to martial law.
Yes, but it's an indictment of the city.
It's an indictment of the residents.
And if we don't rebuild trust,
I don't think my community will soon recover.
I-I'm sorry. You just said "my community."
Am I to understand that you actually live in Bellevue?
Yes, sir, I do.
So it really is your community.
Perhaps that's all we need to do...
Remind people of that, that it's their community.
Sir?
Mike, could you protect the Mayor and me?
- Sir, if you intend to... - I understand your concerns,
but right now I need your honest evaluation.
We'd need to send out advance teams,
vet the locations, but we could sanitize things.
Thank you.
Mayor, you up for some old-fashioned retail politics?
Lead on, Mr. President.
Good.
This shelter will be providing water, blankets, and baby food.
And this location will be restocked
until the power's been restored.
Get the damn lights back on!
I promise you, sir, we're working on it.
There are 680,000 people in this District.
And do you know what I told the President
about each one of them?
That there's no city in the country
whose residents are more proud.
And do you know what he told me?
As a city, we're simply neighbors,
neighbors who support each other, pull for each other,
and no one knows this more than Mayor Darby
because she doesn't just represent this community.
She's a member of it. She lives here.
And as long as you have each other's backs,
the President and I can promise you one thing.
We'll have yours.
And that's not just politics as usual.
It's common sense.
We all need each other to work together
to make our home better, and this is our home,
and I'm not leaving and neither is she.
So we'll make you a deal.
We'll roll up our sleeves if you will.
Can I have another Mento?
No.
Fine.
Oh, just the African violet ones, please.
You mean purple?
No, the African violet.
Why are you such a pain in the ass about everything?
- You mean precise? - I mean annoying.
When I was 10, I did a project on Ancient Greece.
I researched it for months.
I learned conversational Greek, actually.
And my work culminated in a scale model of the Acropolis,
right down to the number of steps on the Parthenon.
- Wow. - Yeah.
And I showed my dad.
He was this famous antiquities scholar,
and he spent hours silently examining it.
And then you know what he said?
"My kid's a freaking genius"?
He said that I had confused the lonic architecture
of the columns with the Doric style,
thus rendering my project a "largely inaccurate facsimile."
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
That was the nicest thing he ever said to me.
It was his idea of a compliment.
That his 10-year-old son
was only guilty of being largely inaccurate.
So when I ask you for that color Mento,
it's not purple...
or amaranth or magenta.
It's African violet.
One African violet Mento
for my good friend Lyor.
Well, not after you've touched it.
Oh, thank God.
Congratulations, Mayor.
Thank you, Mr. President, thank you.
Great job.
We got our lights!
They did it. They won them back.
Can you believe that this is actually working?
Yep.
Mos' def.
Yeah. Me, too.
Me, too.
Good morning. The blackout that affected our city
is now over, thanks in large part
to the incredible cooperation
between local and Federal governments.
Now, I have to say, through last night's experience,
I think I have learned
how to add a little light to my Administration.
We are all too well aware
of the tragic and treasonous circumstances
that surrounded Vice President Peter MacLeish.
Those circumstances left me uncertain
about how to fill that role.
I wanted someone with clarity of thought,
someone who had a sense of purpose,
someone who would speak their mind
and challenge me to become a better leader,
someone who understood that there is a time
when principled opposition
needs to give way for the greater good.
And to be honest,
I did not think that I would find that candidate.
But I was wrong.
So it is with great pleasure and pride
that I introduce to you my nominee
for Vice President of the United States of America,
Mayor Ellenor Darby.
A bad day with a good ending.
Yep.
Hey, uh, speaking of a good ending,
I, uh... I got you something.
What?
I know you thought that I forget our anniversary, but, um...
I didn't.
Um...
Tickets to Bon Iver, "Carmen," the menu for Minibar.
These are all things that we missed because of work.
Except I didn't miss any of them.
I heard every song with you, shared every dish.
Really?
Really.
Mr. Speaker, I'm glad you share our enthusiasm for Mayor Darby.
Thank you. Okay, goodbye.
Sir, I have your brother.
Please send him in.
You look like hell.
You should see what I look like after a busy day.
Well, here's the good news... When this gig's done,
you'll be highly employable.
Trey, you lied to me.
Fine. Somewhat employable.
I know you weren't fired. You quit.
I talked to the managing director at Braniff Securities.
I wanted to be here, Tom.
With you and the kids,
and if I said I was quitting to move down here...
I'd have talked you out of it.
Exactly, 'cause you're my big brother.
Here's the thing...
It can't just be you looking out for me anymore.
I want to pitch in.
You already have.
Thank you for what you said to the Japanese Minister.
I'm sorry, I...
I'm just not used to you looking out for me.
I know. But think of it this way...
Door swings both ways.
I babysit Penny, you bail me out of a Turkish prison.
That would be an abuse of this office.
Thai prison?
Let's eat.
I don't like being summoned.
Then I'll keep it brief.
I know you tried to have me killed,
and I know Damian came to see you,
and I will find out why.
It was about you.
He asked me not to kill you.
But I don't listen to Damian.
No, but you should listen to me.
If you ever try to take me out again, you better not miss.
Because I won't.
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