Previously on Salvation...
- I created Tess. - We created Tess,
and you tried to smuggle out her source code,
but I caught you.
You destroyed my reputation.
You did that on your own.
Too many casualties. It's time to stop the war, Alycia.
- Where's Alycia? - Packed her bags and fled.
Problem for another day.
We're gonna construct a solar sail.
We'll blow the asteroid off its course like a...
a sailboat catching an ocean breeze.
The solar sail is almost ready for launch.
All it needs is a ride up there, the right weather conditions.
Glad that I could see my granddaughter off.
Her first trip to Africa.
My father's in prison
for a crime I committed.
What's important isn't the time.
It's our time together.
You're special.
Can you accept
- that you have a purpose? - I can.
Have you tried unburdening?
It's what our members do to show
that they've truly accepted the end.
This group... COPE... I think they're a suicide cult,
and Jillian's with them.
- Who do you work for? - Q-17.
The Bureau's best theory is that some time in the late '80s,
17 of the world's wealthiest magnates
pooled their resources together
to further their own self-interests.
They formed Q-17
as their own personal CIA
to meddle in governments, foment rebellion,
assassinate presidents.
Why do you think you're here? We put you here.
They killed Mackenzie so I'd be president.
I can't blur the lines anymore. I'm sorry.
I can't pardon your father.
I'm gonna use all the power of the presidency
to destroy you and your filthy cabal.
Secretary Edwards, we got her.
ID and location.
Move in. Now.
Hands! Show us your hands!
What happened, Darius? Did the FBI find her?
- Did they track her down? - No, but I did.
- Where is she? - Right here.
Jillian, you're okay.
Uh, Darius said you were concerned about my well-being.
There's no need to be. I'm fine.
You think I'm crazy.
Let's go with concerned.
Liam, the solar sail is launching in 48 hours.
I need you to focus on that, not this.
Understood.
- Harris. - Mr. President,
we've got her.
Time for a reunion.
Are you trying to get me fired?
I'm sorry. I was... I was worried about you.
No, the-the way you were talking
about giving things up... That terrified me.
See, fear... that's your issue, Liam, it's not mine.
You know, Buddhists they give up all of their possessions,
and nobody calls them crazy.
I saw everyone preparing for the end.
I thought you were in danger.
I know exactly what I'm doing, Liam.
You're the danger.
What?
Yeah, I think it's best if you don't contact me anymore.
Ji...
Anyone home? Mom?
Zoe. Oh, my God. Baby.
Oh, I missed you.
I've only been gone two months.
Two and a half months.
Oh, it felt like an eternity.
'Cause so much has happened?
Too much.
Come on. I want to hear everything.
Giraffes and gazelles,
would literally wander past the window in the middle of the class.
- Sounds amazing. Yeah? - It was.
Honey, with all the chaos going on,
I was surprised when you called to say you were coming back.
Homesick, I guess.
I miss my family.
I missed you.
I was actually, uh, thinking
we could maybe see Grandma and Grandpa tonight
for a little reunion dinner?
Uh... they're out of town.
Hello.
Congratulations.
I see your daughter is home.
Excuse me?
It would be a shame if something happened to her.
Who is this?
Mom, who was that?
Very nice.
Our president will fall in line now, and quickly.
_
Ugh.
What, are you here to gloat?
No.
To offer you a deal.
Well, that implies I have something you need.
The dark money that's infiltrated our government
is a cancer to this country, not to mention
the rest of the world, and I intend
to destroy those responsible...
with your help.
Why the hell would I help you with anything?
Because for once, you and are on the same side.
Ideologically.
And I need the best hacker in the world to pull off
something this brazen and audacious.
I'm listening.
What do you have in mind?
We're gonna steal their money.
All of it.
They started a war,
and we're gonna finish it.
Zoe's in the country less than three hours,
- and they knew she was here. - The FBI is tracing the call.
Hopefully connect it with Q-17.
Don't hold your breath.
They probably used a burner.
I don't care what he used. I'm not gonna sit by and wait
for whoever it was to show his face.
I'm hiring security.
Around-the-clock protection, former Mossad if I have to.
Okay, Grace, we'll get you the best, I promise.
Those bastards aren't getting within a thousand yards of Zoe.
I'll make sure of it.
- How? - I'll watch her myself.
Grace, that's actually a good idea.
Alonzo and I have been doing a deep dive into Q-17.
We can't take any chances. We need to keep the circle tight.
Right now we don't know who we could trust.
I can't ask you to be her bodyguard, Alonzo.
You're not asking.
I'm volunteering.
Like I said, you're on my beat.
Harris.
Hey, Zoe.
Welcome back.
Zoe, this is Detective Alonzo Carter.
Mom, what is going on?
I did not come all the way back here
to be a prisoner in my home.
Zo, I know this isn't optimal.
I will sort it out, I promise, but for now
I need you to stay put with Alonzo.
Please, it's for your safety.
All right.
_
Stage one propulsion nominal.
Approaching max Q.
_
Run it again. Vary the wind speed up and down the line.
Weather conditions are predicted to be favorable.
- Wind speed less than 12 knots. - Yeah.
But we don't need any surprises.
Speaking of surprises.
You made a deal with her?
What are you thinking, Darius?
I'm bringing in the world's best hacker,
to steal Q-17's assets.
She's not going free. She's working for me.
But how can we trust her after
- everything she's done? - I don't.
Ms. Vrettou won't be venturing outside her cubicle.
I've got NSA cyber security experts mirror-monitoring
her every keystroke.
Not to mention an ankle bracelet for insurance.
Seriously?
Q-17 must be stopped, Liam.
The enemy of my enemy... is my friend.
Well, she's not mine.
As president, I have many concerns.
Right now you have one... The solar sail.
This is our best launch window. We need to make it!
We will.
Grace, what's the matter?
Hey, Dad, it's me.
I'm back.
Yeah, me, too.
Uh, I want to see you.
Well, you could come over for lunch.
I mean tomorrow.
Yeah, yeah, maybe tomorrow.
Okay, let's plan for that.
Yeah, I love you, too.
This is insane.
Now I can't even see my own father?
You don't want him in the line of fire.
- The line of fire? - Mm-hmm.
Why the hell did I even come back here?
I'm just so sick of...
Hey, you all right?
Uh... the malaria pills.
I'm fine.
It's Uncle Nick. His fingerprints are all over it.
He clearly knows about us.
He's threatening you to get to me.
I don't care what the reason is.
I won't let my daughter be collateral damage
in your family's blood feud.
I'll send extra security to your house.
Darius, these people kill for sport.
If anything happens to Zoe...
- It won't. - You don't know that!
They killed Mackenzie and a host of others.
These people will stop at nothing.
This is my fault.
I'm gonna make this right if it's the last thing I do.
You don't want extra security.
Well, what-what do you want?
Accept my resignation.
And arrange to have Zoe flown out of the country
with me tomorrow.
Grace.
I've had enough.
Just let me go. Please.
I'll have an airplane ready at a discreet airstrip tomorrow.
Thanks.
Harris. Any luck with that cell phone trace?
Not yet. We're running it, and the FBI's all over it.
I want the feds to bring in Nicholas Tanz
dead or alive.
We don't have a warrant yet,
or anything tangible to hang on him.
I don't give a damn. Do you?
He's not worthy of you, Jillian.
Nate is right. Not everyone has the clarity of mind
to see through the fear like you do.
Well, that's because of you, Bass.
You've showed me that distrust... It's a natural response
people feel when they see other people at peace.
Liam was brainwashed by a terrorist organization.
He's the one who can't be trusted.
I know that, and yet...
You feel a deep sense of loss.
For him, us, all that we had.
And I can't help that I still have feelings for him.
Processing betrayal takes time.
Thank you for being such a guiding light for me.
Then maybe you can be a guiding light
for the rest of us.
People have lost hope, Jillian,
but I believe you can help them get it back.
I see you managed to get Tess up and running.
Back from the dead.
You're not the only coder on the planet.
You know, she's more complicated than you think.
There's nuances.
- There's... - She's fine.
Okay.
I designed the simulation you're running with Tess,
so if you have any problems...
There's no problem.
- All good. - You know,
I don't know why you're in such a mood.
You're free.
I'm the one who's a prisoner here.
Well, now you know what it's like being held captive.
What's the matter?
No tearful reunion with your girlfriend, Jillian?
Screw you.
_
What's that?
That is the sound of headway.
I've just discovered
Q-17's buried treasure. Oh, Nicholas.
You've been a naughty boy,
doing business with dictators.
We converted the American dollars to the yen
before funding the mining operation.
I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Tanz.
I apologize, but the card you gave us was denied.
Huh. That's impossible.
They don't deny me anything.
Perhaps you'd like to make a call.
Oh, these Q-17 bastards
are in for the ride of their lives.
And how would they get access?
Everything all right, sir?
I'm taking you off the leash.
Do what needs to be done.
Now.
I want you searching high and low for Nicholas Tanz.
Every airport, every airstrip, every highway.
I want eyes on everything and anything.
We picked Alycia Vrettou out of a haystack.
We should be able to find Nicholas Tanz.
He exited a restaurant less than two hours ago
- in a Bentley. - We're doing everything we can
to find him, Mr. President.
Why does it always sound ironic when you say that?
What?
No.
What the...?
No!
Yes?
Darius? Uh...
slight problem.
Actually, huge. Um, they're onto us.
I'm on my way. Don't touch anything.
Not a thing.
- Harris, we need to talk. - About Nicholas Tanz?
Yes, I'm aware we don't have a warrant yet.
No... This is about Hugh Keating.
Grace Barrows' father. Former CIA.
We've had him in holding.
He confessed to killing Claire Rayburn.
Yeah.
What the hell happened?
Grace?
What's wrong?
Stabbed.
My father.
Fortunately, they missed his vital organs.
He's getting proper medical care. He's gonna be okay.
This time.
They're coming after me, Harris.
And my family.
They know how much you mean to Darius.
I need to move my father to safety before they try again.
I've already asked Director Davis
to get Hugh extra protection
- in a more secure facility. - No. No.
That's not enough.
I'm leaving the country
- with Zoe first thing in the morning. - What?
Darius arranged for a plane.
I want my father to come with us,
but I can't do it without your help.
Grace, I can't make that kind of move
without a presidential pardon.
He already turned me down once.
- I can't go back to him on this. - You're asking me
to violate a presidential order.
Harris, my father has risked his life
for this country more times than we can count.
God, Grace.
All right.
The less you know, the better.
But your father will be on that plane with you and Zoe.
Thank you.
I'm gonna miss you, Grace.
I'm gonna miss you.
I have to go tell Zoe.
D-Don't shoot. I-I live here.
Detective Carter.
Jillian Hayes. Yeah, we've met.
We haven't.
- Zoe. - Oh.
Uh, welcome home.
What's happening?
That's unacceptable. Those accounts
did not just get sucked into a giant black hole.
- They are somewhere. - Yes.
In some sort of financial panic room, okay?
And I've tried every trick in the book
- to find it. - Not every trick.
I'd be staring at my uncle's accounts
this very second if you had.
Hey, you can blame me for a lot of crap,
but not this one.
I mean, your uncle and his cronies, man,
they're next-level, okay?
They must have some separate network that's untraceable.
Next-level.
Untraceable. Follow me.
Death threats? That's terrifying.
Yeah. I thought I was coming back to a home-cooked meal.
Instead I'm a prisoner in my own home,
under 24/7 watch.
Yeah, well, the world's changed, Zoe.
It's hard to see through the fear
and have clarity of mind.
- It is. - Yeah.
But you seem calm.
I've learned to accept what I can't change.
Oh, the tea.
Do you want some?
- Sure. - Okay.
Solar sail launch simulation beginning
in five, four, three, two...
_
Vehicle is supersonic.
Wind levels gusting above 30 knots.
Attempting to compensate.
Crap. What just happened?
Simulation failed.
Catastrophic failure at 49 seconds.
Run it again.
How did we miss this?
We didn't.
Updated forecast.
The winds changed.
This was implanted...
Inside a woman's neck.
A Q-17 assassin, to be precise.
It's a tracker and a biometric monitor.
- Not one of your designs, I take it? - No, black market. Untraceable.
What's that gold marking?
At first I thought it was just a tracker.
But what if...
it's much more than that?
A micro-antenna, say,
connected to a private encrypted global satellite network.
Where Q-17 can hide their wealth away
from prying eyes and governments.
If that's an antenna, I can get you in.
Okay.
You've got their biometrics?
There it is.
Q-17's private network.
- It's all there. - Brilliant.
All their holdings, all their bank accounts.
And now for the pièce de résistance.
Which is?
Steal it. Steal all of it.
With pleasure.
That's over $21 billion.
Now...
where to hide it all?
Allow me to do the honors.
Even after all this, you still don't trust me, huh?
Well, let's just let Uncle Sam
hold onto it for safekeeping.
Darius.
We have a problem.
The winds have changed.
Tess is saying we need to abandon the launch window.
What? That might not be true.
What do you mean?
Well, you guys may have figured out
how to shut Tess down and reboot her,
but there are nuances to her code,
things you don't know.
And, look, Tess is my baby.
The solar sail is ours. Let me help.
We're talking about
the fate of the world here.
Do it.
Hey.
You're burning the midnight oil, Director Davis.
They found him, sir. Nicholas Tanz.
He's pulling into a private airstrip in Virginia.
Take him.
We are still working on that warrant.
I don't give a damn. Arrest the son of a bitch now.
Mr. President...
Where's Mr. Secretary?
He had other business to attend to.
Other business?
Director Davis,
Nicholas Tanz is personally responsible
for the assassination of Pauline Mackenzie
and a host of others.
If you allow him to leave
the United States, you'll be making
the biggest blunder of your career!
Do it.
Hands where I can see them!
Hands!
You look like you could use a drink.
More like the entire bottle.
How's everything here?
Uh... yeah.
I mean...
your daughter threw up.
Twice.
Jillian? Uh, I thought
you were moving in with friends.
Oh, I am.
I just came to get the rest of my things.
Then we got to chatting.
Okay. Do you mind giving me a minute alone with Zoe, please?
Um, of course.
Mom, that was a little abrupt.
You and I are leaving first thing in the morning.
What? Where are we going?
Somewhere far away.
It's not safe for us here.
Uh, I just got here.
I haven't even seen Grandpa.
- He's coming with us. - No.
Mom, I'm not going. I'm 19 years old.
You can't just order me around anymore.
I'm not ordering you around. I'm trying to protect you.
Zoe.
Zo. Hey.
Baby? What's wrong? Are you sick?
No.
Zoe.
Look at me.
Oh, my God. You're pregnant.
Who's the father?
He's dead.
Dylan Edwards.
You and Harris are gonna be grandparents.
How dare you treat me like a common criminal?
Nothing common about you, Uncle.
You take criminal behavior to new heights.
My hands are clean. I've done nothing wrong.
You can't keep me.
Watch me.
I'm the president, remember?
Oh, yeah. How could I forget?
All you've done since you, since you took office
is to abuse your power.
Well, I learned from the very best, didn't I?
Darius, when are you gonna take responsibility
for who you really are?
You don't follow the rule of law.
You never have.
You do whatever you want to do whenever you want to do it.
Because deep down inside...
you know you're just like us.
- I have a heart. - Yes.
And that'll always be the difference between us.
Yeah.
And your downfall.
You should never have gone after Grace,
but you had to make it personal.
And that...
is your downfall.
You're playing a dangerous game, Darius.
One you can't even begin to fathom.
If you don't release me,
they'll replace me with someone else.
You can't stamp us out.
All you can do is cooperate with us.
Over my dead body.
Yeah, that can be arranged.
I can make your life miserable, Uncle...
and I will.
Darius.
I can do the same to you.
Mr. President, a word.
How far along are you?
Ten weeks.
I can't just run off.
Zoe, if you want to protect yourself
and your baby's future...
We don't even know if there's gonna be a future, Mom.
What's gonna save us?
Rail gun or solar sail?
And what if they don't work?
Darius says they ill and I believe him.
And what if I don't want to go?
Are you gonna have Alonzo force me at gunpoint?
Zoe, you have a child to think about now.
Now I'm gonna pack and so should you.
You okay?
The world's just so messed up.
Zoe, I couldn't help overhearing.
But if you're looking for a safe place,
I think I might be able to help.
Simulation failed.
The forecast for tomorrow is 30 knots sustained winds.
But when Tess runs Sims with those numbers,
everything just goes boom.
I programmed the simulation that you're running.
I was conservative with my estimates.
I added extra margin for error, but when the real moment comes,
you can override Tess up to 40 knots.
You're asking me to trust you with the fate of the world.
No.
I'm asking you to trust us.
'Cause we built this to withstand those winds.
So are you doubting me or yourself?
_
- Grace. - Please don't lecture me right now.
No. No lecture.
I just want to make sure that you know what you're doing.
I'm just trying to protect my family.
I need to get my daughter and my father on a plane.
She's right, though.
How you gonna do that?
At gunpoint?
You know how dangerous these people are.
I need to get her somewhere safe.
And where's that exactly?
Anywhere but here.
Hey, Zo, did you finish packing?
Zoe.
Zoe?
Zoe. Zoe.
Jillian's car is gone.
- She left her phone. - They couldn't have gotten far.
Okay? I'll put out an APB.
Just keep your phone close.
The FBI just told me
that Hugh Keating was taken from his prison cell
by Navy SEALs, rendition.
You went behind my back with your father.
I take full responsibility.
Hugh's life was in danger, there wasn't any time.
Time enough to go to Harris.
I already came to you, Darius,
for a pardon, and you said no.
And frankly, none of this matters right now.
My daughter is missing.
For all I know, there's a hit out on her.
I have every law enforcement agency
out there looking for her.
Liam said Jillian was in a cult, COPE.
Secret Service checked them out.
- A self-help group. - Are you sure?
Get me Alonzo Carter and revoke security clearance
for Jillian Hayes immediately.
D.C. Metro, open up!
Are you sure she's here?
The FBI tracked Jillian's car there
through CCTV cameras.
Yo, I'm not seeing much.
I'm going around back.
Zoe. Zoe.
Jillian.
Alonzo, is she there?
No. Nothing is.
Where did they go?
How far along is she?
About ten weeks.
- So right before he died. - Yeah.
I didn't want to tell you like this.
We'll find her, Grace.
Can't sleep?
Neither can I before a launch.
Never been much good at sitting still,
giving up control.
You don't say.
Well, if you want to take
this particular decision off my plate,
I would not complain.
Looks like it's gonna be a game-time decision.
Mm.
No one knows the solar sail better than you and Alycia.
Well, sometimes you think you know something,
you're sure of it, and then you're wrong.
Jillian... how was I so off there?
How am I supposed to trust my instincts
when they completely failed me?
They didn't fail you.
You were right about Jillian.
That group is... is dangerous.
Dangerous how?
I don't know yet, but we're gonna find out
and make sure nothing happens to her.
I don't know if I should be...
happy I'm not crazy,
or terrified I'm right.
Both.
You're going to be right about this.
To the solar sail.
Long may she wave.
We're out of time.
Now or never.
Okay.
Let's hear it. Go, no-go for launch.
- Flight? - Go.
- Comms? - Go.
- Guidance? - Go.
Weather?
Sustained winds at 37 knots.
Recommend abort.
It's your call, Liam.
We're go for launch.
Copy.
Transferring launch authority to Tess.
T-minus seven.
Six... five.
Main engine start.
Three... two...
one.
Ignition.
50 seconds. Just make it to 50, come on.
Stage one propulsion nominal.
Come on. 50 seconds.
Vehicle is supersonic.
Approaching max Q.
Liftoff successful.
- Yes! - Yes!
Yes!
Come on!
Yes.
Mr. President.
You want to go down there?
No.
Get the car. I...
I've got a speech to make.
You did it.
Yeah, we did.
My fellow Americans and global citizens,
this is a monumental day.
Moments ago, the United States,
in collaboration with scientists around the world,
successfully launched a solar sail toward Samson.
With the help of the rail gun that will being firing
at the asteroid in the next few days,
these two saviors will work together
and create a new chapter
for all mankind.
One filled with hope and cooperation.
And so...
on this most grand of days,
hold your family and friends close...
and know that there is a future...
for us and our children.
And above all,
most importantly, there's still hope.
Thank you
for taking Zoe in.
Any friend of yours is a friend of ours.
Did you get what I asked for?
I told you,
Darius really has a plan.
It's not just propaganda.
People can believe again.
You've done the world a great service, Jillian.
You've helped free us from our cage.
We won't be prisoners anymore.
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