[ Jet engine running ]
[ Car door closes ]
♪♪
Madam President.
What?
Mellie...
[ Exhales ]
♪♪
[ Hoarsely ] Call the Secretary of State, get her here...
along with the Director of the CIA and the FBI.
[ Breathes shakily ]
We will need to inform...
the Bashrani Embassy as -- as well.
[ Shakily ] Do not touch me.
♪♪
Oval. 10 minutes.
Got it?
Yes, Madam President.
It's done.
He's dead, him and the niece.
♪♪
We did the right thing...
right?
We did the right thing.
♪♪
Surely there's a servant's entrance, Hannah.
I can be there in 10 minutes.
You're not leaving, are you?
Oh, there's a meeting I need to get to.
I've asked that they bring my motorcade around the back.
Turns out walks of shame
are a bit more complicated when you're the Vice --
[ Chuckles ]
What in God's name are you wearing?
I made brunch for us.
These eggs are from a very expensive chicken.
The Lamborghini of Poultry, they call it.
Look at that, pitch black.
I'll test-drive it later.
Oh, what's so important about this meeting
you can't enjoy a $3,000 omelet with me?
I'm afraid that classified.
Oh, it wouldn't have anything to do
with this Rashad fellow or his exploding aeroplane, would it?
Goodbye, Fenton.
Why are you shutting me out?
You don't have the security clearance.
So get me some. You're my sensei.
I'm your pupil.
How are you supposed to teach me politics
if you can't tell me anything?
[ Sighs ]
If I tell you, you can't say anything to anyone.
I mean that.
This is very sensitive information.
National security depends upon it.
You have my word.
There's a crypt beneath the White House.
Warren Harding's down there.
He and Millard Fillmore.
Vampires.
They're vampires.
They cruise Adams Morgan at night
looking for necks to bite.
Very funny.
This is the United States of America, Fentsie.
There are rules.
[ Door opens ]
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
The bodies of Rashad and his niece
will arrive at Andrews Air Force Base
by 8:00 tomorrow morning.
You'll be there at 9:00 for the Honor Guard ceremony.
I've prepared remarks.
Do you think you'll...
Remarks. I'll be fine.
Then 12 sergeants will deliver the coffins to the plane
for their flight to Bashran.
Islamic custom requires burial within 24 hours.
Given the cause of death
and the distance from home, Mellie...
If you don't want --
I'm fine. We can review the remarks on the way there.
I won't be there.
Quinn is getting married tomorrow.
Oh, right.
Well, give her my best.
Ms. Pope, a package came for you from the Smithsonian.
[ Camera shutter clicks ] They need a signature.
[ Camera shutter clicking ] Thank you, Lucy.
Also, Quinn Perkins has been trying to reach you.
She called like four times.
Wedding jitters, I'm sure. Did she leave a message?
She just said she wanted to meet.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Siren wails in distance ]
Something borrowed.
Open it.
Borrowed from the Smithsonian.
Bess Wallace wore this hairpin
the day she married a small-time farmer
who tried to make it as a haberdasher.
He lost his shop.
As a zinc miner, the mine closed.
As an oil prospector, no oil.
She had her doubts about him.
The first time he proposed to her,
she turned Harry Truman down.
I know why you called tonight.
I know you have your doubts about Charlie,
about marriage, but that's okay.
I'm gonna stay here with you tonight,
enjoy the fresh air,
and talk it out until you feel ready,
even if we have to be here all night.
I know Charlie is going to be an incredible father.
I remember --
How could you do it?
I'm sorry?
How can -- How can you stand here
talking about marriage
and -- and Harry Truman?
I know Charlie's going to be a good father.
Quinn, what's going on?
This isn't about Charlie.
This is about you.
The plane, Rashad,
Yasmeen --
That was you.
I have a witness.
You planted that bomb.
Whatever you think you know, I would be careful about --
You told me to keep her safe, but then you --
Be very careful talking about things you know nothing about.
She was graduating college.
She was planning her future, her life!
You're not thinking straight. That's understandable.
I can't imagine what you're feeling right now.
Oh, this isn't about my feelings.
This is about you...
the person I admired more than anyone I've ever met,
the woman I thought I wanted to be.
Sometimes being that woman
means making the call no one else can make
for reasons no one else can understand.
Because no one else could live with themselves doing what --
I do what I have to do!
You killed a teenage girl
because it was convenient for you!
♪♪
Also, I drugged a 28-year-old lawyer unconscious,
dragged her across the country
away from her home and her family,
left her in a hotel room with a false identity.
I made that call. How'd that turn out?
♪♪
You just gave me a life that suited you.
Oh.
What if what suited you was my death?
♪♪
What exactly are you planning to do, Quinn?
♪♪
Your OPA was never about justice.
♪♪
Mine will be.
I'm sorry about what happened to Yasmeen,
but Yasmeen wasn't your family.
Charlie is your family.
I am your family.
That is your family.
And if you know what's best for your family,
I suggest you go home, get some sleep,
get married, and move on.
♪♪
I'll see you at the wedding.
♪♪
[ Car door opens, closes ]
[ Camera shutters clicking ]
♪♪
Reporter: This was the scene this morning at Andrews Air Force Base,
where the bodies of President Farid Rashad
and his niece Yasmeen began their journey
back to their home country of Bashran.
The pair were killed just three days ago
when the private jet they were on
exploded on an Air Force tarmac.
There's been no official confirmation
on who was behind the attack, although many are blaming
Bashrani rebel forces for the tragedy.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Hey, don't let this Quinn thing mess with you head. I'm not.
Would we have preferred to put Rashad back in power?
Yes. And we tried that, but it was too late.
The only way to salvage that treaty
was to make a deal with the rebels.
Rashad's life in exchange for nuclear disarmament.
It's a good trade, if you ask me.
Quinn can't see it that way.
Neither could Mellie, if she knew,
but it was the right call, the gutsy call.
You're telling me things I already know.
You think she'll talk?
-Quinn? -Yeah.
No.
She'll get married, have her baby.
This will all blow over.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
You're leaving?
I'm going to get the bride. She's late.
Well, good.
David.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna try holding your hand again.
Good, because today's going to be pretty romantic,
and I wouldn't want you getting moved or...
Abby, I get it.
Thank you.
I better hurry.
See you soon.
The rebels, of course, are denying their involvement
and asking President Grant to recognize them
as the beleaguered country's new legitimate leaders.
The world now... -Huck: Liv.
Do you have the poem? I e-mailed it to you last night.
I must've missed it.
Oh. You were supposed to memorize it.
Huck, is she here yet?
Wouldn't that be nice. I just sent Abby to go get her.
Caterer wants to know where to put the macarons.
Where does the caterer think he should put the macarons?
I'm just the messenger.
Macarons on the macaron table, obviously.
He's the best man.
I thought he was the maid of honor.
That too. Cut him some slack.
Since this terrible event,
much of the grieving and outrage
have been centered around Rashad's niece, Yasmeen,
who'd been attending Dartmouth College...
Quinn: Hey, you've reached Quinn.
You know what to do. [ Beep ]
Quinn. Hi, it's Liv.
I just wanted to...
Look, if you need to talk, I'm here.
Otherwise, I'll see you soon.
And happy wedding day, Quinn.
Reporter: ...were about to head back to Bashran
when their plane exploded, making her young life...
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Madam President, thank you for taking the meeting.
This is a difficult time for all of us.
Clearly more difficult for some than others, Ambassador Marashi.
Your President is dead. You are not.
Forgive me, but I don't have the luxury of civil disobedience.
The only thing keeping me alive is my value to the new regime --
my ability to deliver a message on their behalf.
So, then, what's the message?
The new regime
is prepared to honor the nuclear treaty
you had negotiated with President Rashad.
Peace, Madam President, is within our grasp.
There are two conditions.
First, we must be assured that Dakal
will hold up their end of the bargain.
If they're still willing to abandon
their nuclear capabilities, the new regime will follow suit.
And the second?
The United States will recognize the new regime
as the legitimate leaders of Bashran.
And that's it?
That's it.
The whole ball of wax, as they say.
Hmm.
There's no need for an immediate answer, Madam President.
You're more than welcome to take some time.
Oh, that won't be necessary. I have an answer.
Madam President, if I may --
The only reason I agreed to this meeting in the first place
was because I wanted you to deliver a message of mine.
Tell them to run.
Tell them to hide.
Because I am coming for them.
Congressional approval or not,
I am going to drop every last American bomb on their heads
to make them pay for what they've done.
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
You should be going over your ceremony.
You know how many weddings I've been forced to officiate?
I don't care. This one is special.
You mispronounce one word,
mistake a prelude for a welcome, drop a ring,
or fail to send this couple off
with anything but the most sincere wishes, I swear --
Look, it's the groom.
-Got a sec? -Uh, not really.
Got you something.
Open it.
Yeah, I would've gone with a knife or a hatchet,
but Quinn made me Google "best gifts for a best man," so...
Thank you, Charlie. This wasn't necessary.
What? This is seriously the best day of my life,
and I owe it at least in part to you,
so thank you for everything.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Abby? You on your way with Quinn?
We have a problem. She's not here.
What do you mean, "she's not here?"
I mean she's not in her apartment.
She's not here. She's gone.
Huck.
No, that can't be.
Something is very, very wrong.
What's wrong?
She ran, Liv.
She left her ring behind.
Quinn ran.
[ Exhales ]
♪♪
Nope. Don't buy it.
She must've left the ring behind on accident.
Her fingers got bloated, she took the ring off,
and forgot to put it back on.
It happens all the time. -Sure.
But maybe we should consider the possibility
that this is what it looks like and that she actually left.
Grief does have a way of messing with people.
Robin has been working on her vows, like, nonstop.
Every chance she got, she was on her computer.
I could hear her through the door -- tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Then...what, Charlie?
If she didn't run... -I don't know, okay?
I just know she didn't get cold feet.
Were you able to get a hold of Quinn?
She's not answering.
You sure there wasn't a note, some kind of explanation?
No, just the ring.
Charlie: Hey. Put that back. The food stays out.
Everything stays exactly like it was.
The bride is gonna be here. This is just a little hiccup.
Sit tight. Everything's gonna be sorted out.
I really would love to stay, but it's a work day.
Go. We got this.
The deejay says he has another gig he needs to get to.
Should I let him go? -The deejay is Huck's guy.
Huck?
He was just here.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪♪
Where's the ring? I need Quinn's ring.
What do you need Quinn's ring for?
Yeah, why do you need the ring?
Just give it to me.
[ Silverware clattering ]
Can you give us the room a second? Thank you.
Huck, what is it?
Quinn's laptop. Open it.
There's a folder marked "Vows." Double-click on it.
Uh, Quinn was very firm about me reading her vows in advance.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Those aren't vows.
Quinn was investigating Rashad's death.
Is that blood?
It's a cleanser.
The kind you use to clean blood.
Quinn didn't run.
She was taken.
♪♪
No one took her. This is a ruse.
It's Quinn buying herself time
so she can build a case against us.
What's the team think?
That she found the Bashranis who killed Rashad
and got herself in trouble. I can keep them on that path,
but, Jake, you need to find that girl,
and you need to bring her to me.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
Abby: This is a full-scale investigation.
Look at this. -Did you find anything else?
Any notes she left behind, her cellphone?
W-Why would she do this? Something this dangerous,
she would've told me.
Not if she knew you would stop her.
Quinn's cellphone -- I should be able to hack into it,
ping her last location.
We're also gonna need a timeline,
everything Quinn did from the moment that plane blew up
until the moment she said "goodbye" this morning.
[ Exhales ]
Send them home, the caterers.
I assume they're still here?
They are.
I don't want to get charged any extra.
We're already over budget, so just send them home.
[ Sighs ] Okay.
Do you have any idea how many drafts
I've gone through for my vows?
I must have written 18 different versions,
pages upon pages.
First time I ever saw her drug somebody,
first time I ever saw her shoot somebody,
first gun I ever bought her, first machete...
Well, actually, a bit about that.
It's the blade and the super-rare gemstone
matched her eyes and the...
It didn't work. None of it ever worked.
Nothing ever seemed right. Nothing ever seemed true.
Nothing was good enough, not for her.
So, what did you settle on?
I didn't. I decided to wing it.
Impressive.
I figured I'd just do what I do every night
when I watch her sleep.
I wake up in the middle of the night.
To watch her sleep?
To talk to her, to say what I want to say.
There's no disagreeing, there's no interrupting.
I'm actually able to get my thoughts out
in a clear and concise manner.
Why should my vows be any different?
They'd be unrehearsed, they'd be right, they'd be true.
The best vows ever.
You think the whole watching someone sleep thing
is kind of weird, huh?
I didn't say that.
I'm a weird guy. She's a weird girl.
Two weird people in love.
What's wrong with that?
♪♪
Nothing.
Quinn is gonna love your vows, Charlie,
when you tell them to her.
You'll see.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
She went for a walk last night, I know that.
When was that?
Uh, 10-ish? 10:30?
She went to that, uh, whatchamacallit
in West Potomac Park with the columns.
She goes there to clear her head.
-The D.C. War Memorial. -Quinn came home, though,
after the War Memorial?
Yeah, she was only gone for an hour.
We went to bed. The last I saw her was this morning.
Any luck with the traffic cams?
Nope. But the photos from Quinn's laptop,
they're mostly of people who were on the tarmac
when Rashad's plane blew up.
Air Force personnel, airplane mechanics,
Rashad's security detail.
One of them could have easily been hired
to put the bomb on the plane.
We could run their faces through QR --
Better yet, Langley has a database
of known Bashrani terrorists.
I'll invent an excuse, have them send it to you.
We can run the faces against that, save some time.
Or we could call the FBI and have them do it.
Just felt like I had to say that.
[ Knock on door ]
Her phone's a dead end. It's off.
It's last ping location was her apartment.
I'm hacking into her cloud now.
Maybe she saved her voice mails and texts.
Curtis: Whose cloud?
Hi.
Curtis Price. I host a show called, uh...
No comment.
Haven't even asked you a question yet.
Actually, I'm looking for Quinn Perkins.
You know where I can find her?
No comment.
She left me a message last night.
I-I'm just following up.
No comment.
You really don't have to keep saying that.
Olivia: Hey!
What are you doing here?
[ Scoffs ] What are you doing here?
Striking out, apparently. Excuse me.
Quinn left you a message last night?
What did it say? Please, it might be important.
Oh, so, you're just gonna ignore me from now on?
Not everything is about you. I'm protecting a source.
Your source is missing.
Quinn Perkins is missing?
She missed her wedding.
She's my friend, she's very pregnant,
and she's somewhere out there.
So, please, I'm begging you.
What did her message say?
Uh, she, uh...
She found something out about the Rashad assassination.
Something big. She said she...
she was sure he wasn't blown up by the Bashranis.
She was killed by one of ours, an American.
Did she give you a name?
That's all I got.
I'm sorry.
I'll let you know if I find anything.
-What? -What?
You're not actually thinking about looking into this?
A source with connections to the White House
calls me up and tells me she has proof
that the Bashranis did not kill Rashad,
that the bombing was an inside job.
The next day, that source goes missing?
Yeah, you bet your ass I'm looking into this.
You can't. If she has been taken,
an investigation by a high-profile TV personality
will only exacerbate the situation.
There's no telling what the kidnappers will do
if they start feeling that kind of heat.
Then again, I might dig something up
that helps bring Quinn home safely.
-Curtis -- -No, no,
I've already told you everything I know.
There's a story here, Liv,
and I plan to get to the bottom of it.
We now know she left Curtis a message.
What does that give us? -Not much.
I broke into her cloud.
All her messages seem to be there,
but there were none to Curtis.
She must've used a burner phone.
Oh, of course she did. She's Quinn.
Kind of makes you wish we could hire Quinn to find Quinn.
If I could hack into Curtis's phone...
David, earmuffs.
...I could find the number of the burner
Quinn used to call him, and if we're lucky,
she still has it on her.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
You were supposed to be back by now.
I need a few more hours.
A few more -- Olivia!
This is important to me.
These people, they are important to me.
And what am I?
Do you honestly think I'd be here
if it weren't absolutely necessary?
Believe me, there is nothing I would like more
than to see Quinn Perkins walk through the door
safe and sound so I can get back to you.
I'm trying here, Mellie! I really am.
You should've seen the look on Ambassador Marashi's face.
Poor thing didn't know what hit him.
We can't go after them,
not until we're sure who's behind the bombing.
You know that, right?
Mellie?
I know.
Of all the days, Olivia.
Find your friend, bring her home,
and then get your ass back here.
Yes, Madam President.
[ Sighs ]
Please tell me you found her.
But I did find out what she knows.
Sergeant Brian Ladd was on the tarmac during the explosion.
He saw something, and then he said something to Quinn.
Ms. Perkins, the news is wrong about who blew up that plane.
I know who really did it.
That's the bad news.
What's the good news?
I think we can use this to our advantage.
Olivia: Jake ran the photos through QR.
One of the Air Force men on the tarmac, Sergeant Ladd,
had an interesting record.
Did time in prison for conspiracy.
Framing Ladd isn't going to be enough.
We need to fake a connection to a bigger fish.
I had the same thought.
[ Exhales ]
Then Ladd spent the next five years
working at this man's company.
Fenton Glackland?
We're going to ruin an innocent man's life?
I don't like this any more than you do.
But we can make this story stick.
He was at the State dinner
during the first attempt on Rashad's life.
His portfolio is so extensive,
it could easily include assets in Bashran.
The goal now is to find Fenton Glackland.
Find Glackland, we find Quinn. Go.
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Fenton Glackland?
You need information on Fenton Glackland?
Am I speaking Greek? Yes.
I...w-why?
Because Quinn Perkins is missing.
We believe it's because she was researching
the assassination of President Rashad
and figured out Glackland was behind it.
I'm sorry...what?
Cyrus, what is the matter with you?
You're saying words that make no sense.
I'm trying to find my friend here.
We need the White House on this.
The White House?
You're here because I'm the White House?
Yes, why else would I be here?
[ Stammers ]
♪♪
Wait a minute.
I mean, he's been shadowing me.
You're sleeping with him?
-[ Scoffs ] -Cyrus, for the love of God,
this is Quinn's life we're talking about.
Fine, yes! I've...been sleeping with him,
which is why, I'm sorry, but this is absurd.
Fenton Glackland couldn't find two matching socks
under threat of decapitation,
and yet you think he staged a coup in the Middle East,
assassinated a world leader, and kidnapped your boss?
Red, I've seen the man eat pudding for dinner twice.
I promise, you're barking up the wrong tree.
This wouldn't be the first time the enemy slid into your bed.
You can go now.
If Quinn gets hurt or dies
because you caught feelings...
I'll live.
♪♪
[ Door opens, closes ]
♪♪
You don't have the security clearance.
Well, so, get me some.
I think I was wrong.
I think he was using me to get a security clearance.
-What? -Fenton.
I wouldn't have thought twice about it.
He's been so eager to learn, but once Abby put it in my head
that he might've wanted Rashad out,
it's crazy, but not impossible.
He pushed me to vote against the war to reinstate Rashad.
He has projects in that part of the world.
Cyrus, do you know anything that can help us find him?
Call him.
[ Sighs ]
[ Line ringing ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Ringing stops ]
They say if you hit someone with a bag of oranges,
it doesn't bruise.
Don't, please. Just let me go.
I told you I don't know any Kim.
Quinn.
Perkins.
Okay, see? I don't know where she is.
I don't know who she is.
I never really bought it, though,
the whole bruising thing. But you're the science guy.
What do you think?
-Please. -Answer the question!
Will they leave a bruise?!
I-I-I don't know. Maybe?
Maybe the low density of the oranges
might absorb the initial impact,
leaving the surface blood vessels unharmed.
Hmm, interesting.
Let's find out.
[ Groans ]
You lose something?
I was hoping she might have found something concrete,
something that wasn't on her computer.
Find anything? I did.
I looked into that sergeant, Glackland's guy on the tarmac.
Police report.
Sergeant Ladd was found dead in his apartment a few hours ago.
Preliminary cause of death is an opioid overdose,
but my guess, Glackland got to him.
He's covering his tracks.
Doesn't look good, Liv, for Quinn.
I don't like it, what this world is.
I don't like it.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Siren wails in distance ]
Madam President.
I summoned you an hour ago. Take a seat.
If I knew, hypothetically,
about your extracurriculars...
Ma'am?
Unofficial business.
Things you might do when you're not on the clock.
Okay. Sure.
So, if I knew about that...
and I wanted the leaders of the coup removed,
you could do that?
Hypothetically?
I could.
And I would, if so ordered.
Good.
But you shouldn't give me that order...
because you can't.
Admiral Ballard, I don't need to remind you
that you serve at the pleasure of the President.
As director of the NSA, you're right, I do.
But when I'm "off the clock,"
I don't work for you.
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
Thank you, Admiral Ballard. That will be all.
Madam President.
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Mr. Walker?
What now?
[ Car door opens ]
Thank you for coming down.
I didn't think I had a choice.
You can always say --
What can I do for you, Madam President?
I need your advice.
And I'm just here whenever you need me.
You can go.
No. What?
What is it?
I don't know what to do... in Bashran.
I can recognize the Bashrani rebels,
the people who overthrew Rashad,
and deliver peace to that region,
or I can stand up to them.
And what would that get you?
Peace of mind.
I can honor Rashad. He was a great man.
He's dead.
I know that.
So move on and get your treaty signed.
Why are you being so callous?
Why are you making this so complicated?
So what if Rashad's a good guy?
He's one man, and you have the chance
to save the lives of millions in that region.
You can bear witness
to the first generation of children
to be raised without hatred of their neighbor
before they even met them.
What is the dilemma, other than your ego?
Why can't people just do the right thing?
Is it that hard?
You know what's right, but you're trying to find
justification to do the wrong thing.
This whole town is so twisted.
Hmm.
[ Sighs ]
It's lonely, the Oval.
I am surrounded by people all of the time, but I am alone.
It's lonely at the top.
Yeah.
I guess you're right.
Was there anything else?
Good night, Marcus.
[ Car door slams ]
♪♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
-Quinn made a second call. -To who?
-Curtis Price. -What for?
To tell him she had just met with whoever blew up that plane
and that she secretly taped the whole thing.
How do you know?
-I hacked Curtis. -Oh, boy.
What time did she make the call?
10:19 P.M.
10:19, which, according to this timeline,
puts her at the D.C. War Memorial.
So she wasn't clearing her head that night like Charlie said.
Nope. She was meeting with Rashad's killer.
She was meeting with Fenton Glackland.
Um, people? Fenton Glackland isn't your guy.
What are you talking about?
He wasn't at the D.C. War Memorial
at 10:19 p.m. last night.
He was with me all night and well into the morning.
He's not your guy. Ah, what a relief.
That monument has to have security cameras.
I'll get the National Park Service to send over
what they have from last night, get this all confirmed.
Good.
I need you to get that footage of the War Memorial
and destroy it. We don't have much time, Jake.
Do it now.
[ Drops cellphone ]
[ Panting ]
Liv. We have a problem.
Charlie's gone.
[ Screams ]
Oh, looks like you're developing a nasty, little welt there.
Guess we'll file that under fake news.
Ahh.
What do you think?
Should I "eeny, meeny, miney, moe" it?
I was always scared of the monkey bars as a kid.
You know, on the playground.
Ah, this is Quinn's favorite.
I once saw her carve up a face
like she was planting a garden.
Oh, God, I love her.
But in third grade, I decided to face my fear.
I put one hand on the bar, then another.
And nothing. I just hung there.
[ Coughs ] -But now that I think about it,
you might actually enjoy a little scar or two.
It would actually add
to that whole supervillain vibe you got going.
The smallest kid in the class walked up
and started kicking me in the ass.
But I wouldn't let go.
I was afraid.
I'm a coward!
I've always been one!
If I knew where this woman, this Perkins was,
I would've told you.
Well, there's only one way to be sure.
[ Rake clatters ]
What? What are you gonna do?
You look like you're into video games, huh?
No.
Ah, no!
I'm not!
Hey! Ah!
For your sake, I hope that's true
'cause your joystick days are over.
-No! -Huck: Charlie! No!
Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?
Charlie! It's not him. It's not him!
-What? -He wasn't at that monument.
-[ Shouts ] -No! No.
What would Quinn say if she heard you hurt an innocent man?
I...
[ Door opens ]
Ambassador, have a seat.
[ Door closes ]
Madam President, I...I'm sorry,
but I haven't yet... your message.
I'm sorry, but I have family in Bashran.
If I go back with this...
It's fine.
I actually have a new message.
You can tell the new regime that we have a deal.
Really?
Well...
that's wonderful news.
I'm sure that they will be eager to begin negotiations.
There will be no negotiations.
I will set the terms of the nuclear treaty.
The new regime will sign it. In return,
I will recognize them as the legitimate leaders of Bashran.
They can take it or they can leave it.
Thank you.
Cyrus is going to talk to Glackland,
try to smooth all this over.
I'm not worried about Glackland.
We still don't have a name,
and if it isn't Glackland, who is it?
Who has Quinn?
-We're working on it. -Oh, are we?
Because it sure as hell looks like
we're right back where we started.
Not necessarily. Security footage
from the D.C. War Memorial
from my friend at the National Park Service.
That's great! With any luck, we'll see who Quinn met with
and know who took her.
There's Quinn.
Can you zoom in?
♪♪
What happened?
T-That's all there is.
That can't be all there is. These cameras operate all night.
-Someone erased it. -So we have nothing.
[ Clicking, typing ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Clears throat ]
Okay.
Yeah, we got to get --
We got to get all this crap out of here.
Whose idea were these anyway?
I've been this close to an allergy attack all day.
Stupid waste of time. A little help here, all right?
All this crap has to go, now!
-Charlie -- -What? No!
W-What is wrong with you people?!
All this has to go! Do you hear me?!
We hear you. We'll take care of it.
[ Etta James' "At Last" plays ] You better.
♪ At last ♪
[ Knock on door ]
-Liv? You okay? ♪ My love has come along ♪
♪♪
We're gonna find her, Liv.
My lonely days are over
We will get to the bottom of this.
♪♪
And life is like a song
♪♪
[ Groans ]
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, at last ♪
I'm so sorry.
[ Sobs ]
♪ The skies above are blue ♪
Yes, you did try to warn me about the vampires.
My heart was wrapped up in clover
♪♪
Reporter: Bashran was on the verge of joining its neighbor Dakal
in signing an historic disarmament treaty.
The treaty would put an end to a decades-long tension
surrounding the nuclear program of the two countries,
both of which acquired weapons of mass destruction
in the 1990s.
The rebel Oshra faction in Bashran
has long opposed the rule of President Rashad...
♪ ...that I can call my own ♪
♪ I found a thrill ♪
♪ To press my cheek to ♪
♪ A thrill I've never known ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ You smiled ♪
♪ Oh, and then the spell was cast ♪
I'm sorry.
♪ And here we are... ♪
Why are you sorry?
♪♪
♪ For you are mine ♪
♪ At last ♪
♪♪
[ Door opens, closes ]
I found something, right under our noses.
Take a look at this.
Huck already went through all the security cams.
Yeah, but I sent it over to my guys at the NSA
for analysis anyway. See that?
-What am I looking at, static? -No, it's not static.
That's corrupted data from a previous recording.
Someone taped over the original footage.
Were you able to recover it?
Just one frame.
Is that...?
Quinn, on her way to her wedding.
That's QPA's elevator. She didn't get cold feet.
She's not out there building a case against us.
She was taken from this elevator.
-The question is... -Who took her?
[ Camera shutter clicking ]