Previously on Hostages...
Who gave the order to shoot?
I did. I'm FBI Special Agent Duncan Carlisle.
(SCREAMS)
He switched places with the hostage.
What if you'd been wrong?
I wasn't.
When is Mommy coming home?
Mommy needs to rest, honey. So she can get better.
Dr. Sanders! How does it feel to be responsible
for the life of the President of the United States?
His life is no more important than any of my patients'.
Which is to say, it's the most important thing in the world.
- How was your day? - Not as exciting as yours.
- It was just a press conference. - With the President.
Mom, what are you doing home? Did you get fired?
I came home early to cook dinner.
- Are you ready? - Let's do it.
(SCREAMS)
Why are you doing this?
You are going to kill the President of the United States, Ellen.
Otherwise, we will kill your family.
DUNCAN: We know all your secrets.
Sometimes you have to do a bad thing for a good reason.
ELLEN: Mr. President. How are you feeling?
I have full confidence in you.
We've just been told that the President
will not be undergoing surgery today.
He was mistakenly given a blood thinner
only hours before his scheduled surgery.
REPORTER: Dr. Sanders. How do you feel about this setback?
- Are you upset? - No. I don't give up that easily.
(PHONE DIALING)
Excuse me, Dr. Sanders? We need you to come with us.
Now.
Are you okay?
I can't believe this is happening.
I'm positive I gave him the right medication.
I have no idea what...
You are not to blame, Angela. Everything's gonna be...
Ma'am. Please step into the conference room.
Dr. Sanders. Agent Hoffman.
Won't you have a seat.
Is everything all right with the President?
Oh, yes. Thanks to you, Dr. Sanders.
But as you might imagine,
the Secret Service takes any potential threat to the President's life
very seriously, so I'm here to find out exactly what happened.
Good. I'm glad. I feel terrible about this.
About what?
About someone accidentally giving him the wrong medication.
Why are you so sure that it was an accident?
I suppose I can't imagine someone doing this on purpose.
Other than you, how many medical professionals had direct access
to the President this morning?
Two doctors and five nurses.
And how did you know that the President had been given a blood thinner?
When he was in pre-op, I noticed an unusual amount of blood
forming around the catheter in his arm.
I was concerned that he might not be clotting properly.
So I ordered additional tests, and when I saw the results,
I realized he must have been given a blood thinner.
And I called off the surgery.
Because it would have been too risky?
Because he would have died.
Anything out of the ordinary happen prior to that point in time?
No. Not at all. I did everything according to standard procedure.
Is there anything else we should know?
(KNOCKING ON GLASS)
Sir. You asked to see these the second they came in.
Excuse me a moment.
How are Morgan and Jake getting along with your new house guests?
I'm sorry for the interruption.
Is there anything else you would like to share?
Jake? Morgan?
Where's my family?
I'm impressed.
Where are they?
I knew you were resourceful, Ellen, but I have to admit,
I didn't see this coming.
Brian!
Jake!
Save your breath, Ellen.
What have you done with them?
Did you really think you'd get away with this?
That there'd be no consequences?
Please... I just... I couldn't go through with it.
But I will, I can definitely do it.
You expect me to believe that?
Just tell me you didn't hurt my family.
Please.
You should have thought about them sooner.
It's not too late. I didn't say anything.
Nobody knows you're here.
I can still do what you want. Nothing has changed!
If only that were the case.
Your clever little ruse has made everything much more difficult.
(SCREAMS) Oh, no!
(SCREAMING)
One of them has to die.
It's up to you.
No, I... I can't...
Then I'll kill them all.
(SOBBING) Please. Don't do this.
Nice, thick walls.
Nobody will hear a thing.
(ALL SOBBING)
Is it him?
- Her? - Not my children!
So the answer is Brian. Good.
But I want you to do it.
Please...
No, please... I...
You can do it, Ellen.
- No, I can't. - You can.
No, no, I can't... I...
Yes, you can.
You're tougher than you think.
I'm gonna count to three.
One...
Two...
Three.
See?
You are a killer.
(ELLEN SCREAMING)
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You're okay, you're okay. You're gonna be all right.
Ask me, you should have shot him for real.
Sometimes a mind game is more effective.
Let me know when you want me to bring them upstairs.
How come you didn't tell me this was about the President?
Would it have made a difference?
Don't play hostage negotiator. Not with me.
You know how this works, Archer. The less everybody knows, the better.
It protects us all, in case things go sideways.
I'm a big boy, D. I don't need protection. Just facts.
Okay. Ask me anything you want.
Who else is involved?
My contact is an official inside the White House. That's all I know.
- You trust him? - No.
You really didn't ask?
Why not?
None of my business. Truth is, I don't really care.
I want to know what's going on. Is this guy a terrorist? A lunatic?
No, not even close.
I signed on for a simple blackmail gig, 24 hours, in and out.
Not an assassination attempt.
You saying you want to walk?
Depends on the deal.
He'll make it right. He's a stand-up dude.
Stand-up dudes don't lie.
You done?
Yeah. All set.
Good. Let's get the family upstairs.
There.
Beginning tomorrow, you're going to return to your normal lives.
For the next two weeks, you will carry on as if nothing is wrong.
We'll be watching you. Listening to you.
Every move you make, even when we're not with you,
we'll be with you.
You will do as we say.
You will come home at the exact time we tell you.
If you say a word about this to anyone... anyone...
a friend, a teacher, a dog...
the rest of your family will be killed.
What's that?
Wash your hands, Dr. Sanders.
Take off your shirt, Jake.
- What? - I won't ask again.
What the hell are you doing?
You're gonna implant a GPS chip into everyone.
Think of it as an invisible leash.
You're the surgeon, Ellen, I'm happy to do it myself if you want.
Your choice.
(SOBBING QUIETLY)
Ow, stop, please.
Hang in there, sweetheart.
Ah. Ow.
I know, baby. You're doing great. We're almost done.
Okay, I'm just going to close it up.
MORGAN: Ow!
It'll be done soon. I promise.
- I'll do the cutting. - No.
Excuse me?
No one touches Dr. Sanders.
I'm not worried about you, Ellen.
As long as I have your family, you're not going anywhere.
SANDRINE: Your devices have all been cloned.
We can listen to every call, read every text,
track every Google search.
Even when your phones are off,
we can still hear you, we can still find you.
We need to talk.
Brian's had half a dozen texts. What do you want to do?
Take him for a drive.
You. You're coming with me.
What are you talking about?
- Let's go. - No!
What the hell is going on? Where are you taking him?
Quiet. You've lost the right to ask questions.
- Your friend Sandrine. - Yeah.
When you brought her on it was a one day operation, in and out.
Now it's more complicated.
She'll be fine.
I met her in Afghanistan, she's tough as hell.
- Where are we going? - Keep your mouth shut.
Why are you doing this?
My daddy didn't pay enough attention to me.
I can't believe this.
Where the hell did you take my husband?
This whole thing would be over right now if you had just...
Just killed the President.
We'd be gone. And you'd be free, like nothing ever happened.
- But you chose to break our agreement. - I chose not to kill my patient!
If the Secret Service figures out you're responsible
for giving Kincaid blood thinners, this whole plan falls apart,
which would be problematic. For everyone.
I'll make sure they don't find out.
I promise.
Is my husband going to be okay?
Please. Just tell me.
Are you kidding me?
You heard the man. Back to normal.
Think of this as another Tuesday night.
Take me home. Right now. I can't...
Look... I know what you think, but I love my family.
I'm not a priest.
Look, I just want to be with my wife and my children.
Please take me home.
It doesn't matter what you want.
Here. This will help her forget that you're two hours late.
And that you're married with two kids.
Go in there and give your girlfriend what she wants.
Oh, and I'll be listening, so... make sure you put on a good show.
Hi.
Hey. Sorry, it was just... hard to get away...
- Ellen's upset about the surgery. - Yeah.
- The President... - I saw the news.
Seems messy.
You okay?
Yeah... Yeah, I just... I need a drink.
So what are we celebrating?
Uh... Us.
Our time together.
Our time together, all right.
You really want to toast to one night a week?
Aw, I didn't mean it like that.
How 'bout I amend the toast?
Okay.
To freedom.
So...
Since when do you write such long text messages?
The ones you sent me tonight didn't sound anything like you.
Some of them were even longer than two whole words.
BRIAN: Oh, I was just, you know... Just trying to have a little fun.
SAMANTHA: How 'bout that last one, was that just fun?
What do you mean?
Do you love me?
Of course I do.
Are you sure?
Are you sure you're not just trying to calm me down?
'Cause I was annoyed...
I was annoyed when you didn't show up.
You didn't even call, you know, I don't like feeling...
I'm sorry. It's just family stuff...
It's not easy.
I know. It's not easy for me either, dating a married man.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah. I'm fine. I've just got a lot on my mind.
Stuff at home is very complicated.
What do you mean?
I can't talk about it.
SAMANTHA: So, it's about your wife?
Yeah.
Maybe you need to just be honest with her
and tell her you don't love her anymore.
But I do.
(TV ON)
Want some?
They're good. They're made out of rice, they're kind of salty.
Where's my father?
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Tell your friend it's a stupid idea.
Getting a cash advance off his dad's credit card.
We need 1,200 bucks. By tomorrow.
This guy Nico...
We sold his weed, but never paid him
because my father found all the money.
Maybe you could help me out?
Sorry, Ace.
Come on, it'll take like 20 seconds.
My dad probably hid the cash in his bathroom. You could just...
Not my problem.
Why didn't you just kill the President?
I did what I thought was best.
If I'd killed the President, you would...
never forgive me.
And I wouldn't forgive myself, because I would be a murderer.
I thought about...
what I would want you to do.
Give in...
or fight back.
Someday when you're a parent you'll understand what I'm talking about.
Mom...
What's gonna happen to us?
I am gonna find a way out of this. I promise you.
I love you, Mom.
What the hell are you doing, Kramer?
Looking for aspirin. I got a headache.
Are you using again?
Like I said, I got a headache.
I've put my faith in you. Don't make me regret it.
(KISSING HEARD OVER RADIO)
BRIAN: Sorry, I just...
SAMANTHA: Are you playing hard to get?
BRIAN: I'm not in the mood.
SAMANTHA: Well, I can fix that.
(HEAVY BREATHING AUDIBLE)
Hey, what happened to your back?
Oh, uh...
I had a mole removed.
Are you leaving?
SAMANTHA: There's a real estate conference in Miami next month.
I was thinking maybe we could go.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
You know, we've been seeing each other for two months,
we've never spent a weekend together.
Okay, yeah. That sounds good. Sounds nice.
Gotta go.
All done here. Need me to take care of anything else?
I'll be back at the house in an hour. I'll meet you there.
(WHISPERING) I love you.
Quentin Creasy, White House Chief of Staff.
This is my son-in-law, Special Agent Duncan Carlisle.
I've heard good things about you.
This matter we're discussing is a necessary component
of something much more important than the life of any one man.
Truth is, I like the President very much.
But sometimes history calls upon us
to do something bigger than we ever expected.
Sometimes we're asked to help shape the future of the world.
You have your reasons.
I have mine.
My partners have a very low tolerance for failure.
It's a delay. Not a failure.
I'm not sure there's a distinction. Not in this context.
What Duncan is trying to say is, we can still right the ship.
Except for the delay, nothing has changed.
The key players remain in position to execute the plan.
Except now the Secret Service is investigating.
Now you tell me what happens when they discover that
Dr. Sanders is responsible for the blood thinner.
They won't. I'll make sure of it.
Oh my God. I thought you were...
I'm okay.
What happened? What was the big deal with your phone?
I have no idea. I think they're playing mind games.
Where did she take you?
Nowhere. We just drove around.
Did they say anything else to you?
Yeah. The leader, he's worried that the Secret Service
is gonna find out what I did.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
What is it?
I have to be at the hospital at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.
What for?
They want me to take a lie detector test.
A polygraph is an inexact science.
People beat them every day.
Nothing more than a measurement in variations in heart rate, breathing,
body temperature and perspiration.
Biology, Ellen. You're a doctor. You can do it.
How do you know so much about this stuff?
Don't worry. I'll help you get through this.
You want to help me? Call off your plan and go home.
You're a world-class surgeon, Ellen.
If you can keep your hand steady on a scalpel,
when millimeters mark the difference between life and death,
you can certainly do this.
DUNCAN: A polygraph requires an accurate baseline reading.
If they know what your biorhythms look like when you're telling the truth,
they can detect the change when you're lying...
It's all about mental discipline, Ellen.
Control your body's signals from the beginning
and they won't be able to see any variations under stress...
Is your name Ellen Sanders?
Yes.
Is your husband's name Brian Sanders?
Yes.
Do you have two children?
Yes.
Did you knowingly give the President a blood thinning medication?
No.
Are you aware of any plots to assassinate the President?
No.
- Ellen, do you have a minute? - Yeah.
I just really need to talk to someone.
Sure, yeah, come on in.
- What's going on? - Ellen, you've known me, what?
Six years? Have I ever given a patient the wrong meds?
You are an excellent nurse, Angela.
The Secret Service thinks it's my responsibility.
That all this is my fault.
They questioned me for almost three hours today.
They asked me if I was a terrorist!
They've been asking me the same ridiculous questions.
But I'm the one that they're focusing on.
I was the surgical nurse!
You just need to stay strong and tell the truth.
You've done nothing wrong, okay? (CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
I'm sorry, I gotta go. Can I... Can I come find you later?
Yeah.
The polygraph was inconclusive.
You did it. You beat the lie detector.
Thank God.
But you're taking the wrong approach with Angela.
How do you know that I'm...
You need to stop reassuring her that she's innocent
and start convincing her that she's guilty.
Angela needs to confess.
- But she didn't do anything wrong. - Ellen...
She's one of my best friends. There has to be another way.
There isn't.
Talk to her.
Now.
MAN: Did you warn the suspect
before you discharged your firearm at the bank, Agent Carlisle?
No. The opportunity didn't present itself.
What caused you to fire on the suspect?
He was attempting to escape the scene with a hostage.
But why resort to lethal force? Why not continue to negotiate?
He was under way too much duress.
In my estimation, he wasn't thinking rationally at that moment.
So, I chose to eliminate the threat altogether.
How could you possibly have known
the suspect was pretending to be a hostage?
I made a calculated bet,
based on the data available to me at the time.
A calculated bet?
As a hostage negotiator my goal is to understand,
and more importantly, to empathize with the captor.
To get inside his head, to understand his options, his emotions.
The only thing more stressful than being held hostage
is actually taking someone hostage.
The danger, the fear,
the constant risk analysis is almost overwhelming.
As such, these situations are volatile.
When the walls are closing in,
a captor will do anything to accomplish his mission.
DUNCAN: Just like a hostage, he will do whatever is necessary to survive.
If the captor is smart enough,
he can convince his hostage to do whatever he wants.
He can coerce that person into becoming his emotional partner,
into believing they share the same goals.
What I'm saying is, when you've done this job as long as I have,
you understand the psychology of a hostage crisis.
Let's just talk through this together.
Just examine the different choices.
What choices? That jackass Hoffman thinks I'm Bin Laden or something.
It's ridiculous.
They want me to take another polygraph tomorrow.
I... I need a lawyer.
I can't keep answering these questions.
If you think that makes sense.
I have no idea what makes sense anymore.
I keep telling them exactly what I did, but they don't believe me.
They just keep waiting for me to change my story,
or admit I made a mistake.
Maybe you should.
Should what?
I'm just thinking out loud,
but maybe the easiest way to get through this thing
is to simply admit you made a mistake.
But I didn't.
I know you think you didn't,
but it's your job to administer the meds, right?
If you didn't make a mistake...
So now you don't believe me either?
No, I'm not saying I don't believe you, the truth is,
it doesn't matter what I think. It's what they think.
All I'm saying is, if you take responsibility for this,
you'll probably just get a reprimand.
Yeah, and my reputation will be trashed.
For the rest of my life, I'm gonna be the nurse that almost killed the President.
But if you don't, they'll just keep digging.
And if they find even the smallest inconsistency in your testimony...
they'll file charges.
I mean, we're talking about the President of the United States.
The techs are sweeping for evidence.
Prints, DNA, trace... Floor by floor, room by room.
If Sanders took the heparin from one of the pharmaceutical closets...
We got a problem. Any way to get in front of this?
No. Security is too tight.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Hello? - You took the heparin
from the pharmaceutical room on the 4th floor, correct?
Yes.
Did you touch anything?
What do you mean, "Did I touch anything?" I opened the door.
- Were you wearing gloves? - No.
Is there any other plausible reason for you to have been in that room
on the day of the President's surgery?
No.
(PHONE RINGING)
What's our next move?
We need to end this investigation tonight.
And how are we supposed to do that?
We give them somebody to blame.
Excuse me, do you mind?
I have to ask, what in the world is
an attractive lady such as yourself doing here all alone?
I'm waiting for a friend.
How about I keep you company while you wait?
- No, thank you. - Come on.
Let me buy you another glass of...
What's that, Pinot? No, too dark. More like a... Petite Syrah?
Hey, honey. Sorry I'm late.
Oh, I just got here myself.
How you doing? I'm Tom.
- Thank you. - No worries. Just trying to help out.
Look, I don't want to intrude. I'm sure you're waiting for someone...
Oh, no. Truthfully I don't know if she's even gonna show up, so...
Can I buy you a drink?
Yeah, why not?
Great.
Can I have a shot of whiskey?
Headed out, sir?
Following up on a lead.
(PHONE DIALING)
MACHINE: Hi, this is Angela, leave me a message.
Hey, it's me. Just got to the bar.
Sorry I'm so late.
I guess just call me if you get this.
Excuse me. Hi.
I'm supposed to meet a friend here. Maybe you've seen her?
A woman, dark hair, pretty, about 35?
Yeah. You just missed her.
She and her boyfriend left about a minute ago.
Boyfriend?
(SCOFFING)
What did he look like?
(RINGS DOORBELL)
(KNOCKS)
Angela?
- HOFFMAN: Dr. Sanders. - Oh.
Hi. You scared me.
Did you lose something?
Oh, no... I was just looking to see if Angela was around.
We talked about getting together tonight., but...
- So she's not home? - No. I don't think so.
I rang the bell, but she didn't answer.
If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?
I mean, is everything okay with Angela?
I just had a few routine questions.
I'll catch up with her tomorrow.
You have a nice night, Dr. Sanders.
Where have you been?
Where's the other man? The black guy?
I don't know. Why? What's going on?
Turn on the news.
What? What's happened?
It's about Angela.
A vehicle registered to Angela Nix, 34, of Arlington, Virginia
was found abandoned by the Chesapeake Bay this evening.
What appears to be a suicide note
was posted on Ms. Nix's Facebook page only hours ago.
In it, she expressed extreme remorse over what she described as her
"careless and near-fatal mistake," prior to President Kincaid's surgery.
You son of a bitch. You killed her.
No. You killed her.
What?
Actions have consequences, Ellen. You failed to honor our agreement.
You failed to convince your friend to confess. You did this.
Angela's death is on you.
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