Previously on "Designated Survivor"...
Mommy's not coming home?
No, sweetheart, she is in Heaven now with the angels.
He's put the brakes on every major policy issue.
Including the foreign ones.
Canceled trips to Beijing, Jerusalem.
Bailed on the IMF meeting.
The man just lost his wife,
the mother of his children.
I want you to remember, every single day,
for the rest of your life, what you took from me...
The one person I lived for... My wife.
And you did it for nothing.
For absolutely no reason.
You lied to me about everything.
They never found Damian's body
or figured out why he was in league with the Russians.
I shot you.
Center mass.
Another agent asks to meet me on a bridge,
I figure
she might have something more than sentiment in mind.
But the Kevlar vest did its job.
I spent the last ten weeks on the run,
trying to stay alive.
If the Russians find me,
they'll kill me
because they know I've been burned.
And if the British find you,
they're looking at a traitor.
Correct.
What are you doing here, Damian?
I have something America might want...
Information.
I'm gonna put this gun down,
and we're going to talk.
You put that gun down, I'm gonna pick it up
and shoot you.
I don't think so.
You're right.
T-minus 30 minutes and counting
to lift-off of the unmanned U.S. cargo mission
to save the crippled International Space Station.
It's been ten days since a software malfunction
disabled the Soyuz escape capsule...
Little pea, your scrambled eggs are ready.
I don't like scrambled eggs.
You liked scrambled eggs last week.
This week, I like pancakes.
I can make you pancakes.
Ready to roll, sir.
It's okay.
Okay.
Here.
Promise me that you will eat this
in the car on the way to school.
Okay.
Here you go.
I love you.
I love you, too.
You want some scrambled eggs, Mike?
Uh... thank you, sir, but I liked eggs last week.
Everybody's a comedian.
Lift-off in 30 minutes, sir.
Okay. Thank you.
50 years ago, NASA's budget was 4.5% of the federal budget.
Now it's 0.5%.
- That's a 90% reduction. - I know, Lyor.
The demise of our space program...
- It's a national tragedy. - I know, Lyor.
You know the word for someone who ignores
the impending habitational crisis facing our planet?
- Normal. - You know what?
It's misplaced educational priorities.
That's why my parents sent me to Poconos Space Academy,
where I came in second on the Interstellar Challenge
'cause Russell Grubman cheated.
- We know, Lyor. - We know, Lyor.
Good morning, Rick. How are we doing?
All systems go, Mr. President.
The package includes fresh water
and a replacement for the escape capsule's damaged CPU.
Do we know yet what caused the malfunction?
It appears a corrupt software file
damaged the electrical systems.
Provenance unknown.
A $150 billion space station
and the imminent threat to our astronauts
is a lack of fresh water?
Technology changes. Human biology doesn't.
How's the crew doing?
Two Russians, an Italian, and an American.
Minor effects of dehydration, but they're bearing up.
Is it possible to talk to Commander Watkins?
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
Good morning, Commander.
Hello, Mr. President.
How are you doing?
I could stand a tall glass of lemonade,
but, uh, we've done a pretty good job
of rationing our water.
You certainly have.
I know the last ten days have been quite an ordeal,
but in the next 16 minutes and 48 seconds,
the care package will be on its way.
It should take six hours.
Good to hear, sir.
I want you to know, down here it feels like
the entire world is praying for you.
We appreciate the support.
How long have you been working with the Russians?
That's a long story.
Who turned you?
Look, I have time-sensitive information.
Who turned you?
An attaché at the Russian Embassy in London
named Alexander Popov. He's dead now.
So, you joined British Intelligence,
but you were working with the Russians.
On the periphery.
Mostly just gathering Intel on a select...
Is that a yes?
Yes.
Was Patrick Lloyd also working with the Russians?
- No. - Why did you obstruct the Icarus investigation
and my attempts to clear the first family's name?
You are wasting valuable time.
We have an open-and-shut case against you for espionage...
Spying and sabotage at the highest levels...
Which carries penalties I'm sure you're well aware of.
So I'd suggest you start answering our questions.
30 years ago, the Kremlin had a minority ownership
in Icarus Astrotech through a shell company.
The Soviets had stake in Icarus?
Yes, to keep tabs on American military hardware...
A mission that ended with Perestroika
when Moscow divested.
But when Lloyd stated setting up the First Lady and her mother
by suggesting an ongoing bribery scandal with Icarus,
Moscow got worried.
They thought if we discovered the Icarus/Russia connection,
we'd think Russia was in league with Lloyd.
And you know what that would have led to.
Full suspicions that Russia was behind
the Capitol bombing and the attempts
on the President's life,
that Moscow was trying to bring down your government.
I was deputized to prevent another Cold War.
Oh, wow.
So you're actually a good guy.
Helped you catch Lloyd, didn't I?
Then you torched a warehouse
and you tipped off the banker
who helped set up the First Lady.
I'll admit to that.
And while we were spinning our wheels,
you allowed the First Lady
to get sucked in to a legal battle
that indirectly ended her life.
I admit, my account is not exactly square,
which is why I'm here with information.
Tell it to the judge.
You have a rocket launch in 15 minutes.
Stop it now or you're going to lose it.
You're a liar.
No, I am telling the truth,
and if you don't listen to me, that rocket is going down.
If we abort the rescue mission now,
by the time we're in a position to launch another one,
the astronauts will most likely be dead.
Yes, sir.
Who provided us with the Intel
that our space agency may have been hacked?
A Russian operative.
Well, that alone is a reason for healthy skepticism.
Normally it would be,
but Russia's got more to lose here than we do.
They have two of their own astronauts up there
and more invested in their space program.
Son of a bitch.
Truth is, we don't really have a choice.
If we've been hacked and we launch,
we lose a rocket.
If we don't, the astronauts die.
Calculus only cuts one way.
- All vents are open. - Copy. Vents open.
GLS is go for main engine start.
2... 1... 0...
Main engine start.
Lift off.
Positive rate.
Lift-off confirmed.
Alpheus Four is...
- Congratulations, sir. - Mm.
Go for throttle up.
Throttle up. Confirmed.
A beautiful lift-off for Alpheus Four
on its mission to resupply and repair
the International Space Station.
The unmanned vehicle carries precious cargo.
- Initiate roll program. - Roger. Roll program.
Flight, you have an anomaly.
An off-nominal trajectory heading uprange.
What just happened?
Command control, we need a status update.
The rocket is non-responsive.
Alpheus Four is veering toward the coast.
Recommend immediate destruct.
Sir, the rocket's going down in a populated area.
We have to terminate the launch.
I'm sorry, sir.
RSO, execute.
You son of a bitch.
Hannah, we need to talk.
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We have to get those astronauts water fast.
How long before we can launch another rocket?
Sir, we need to ground the fleet
until we can ascertain what went wrong.
It's standard protocol.
Which the President can override.
Well, yes, but we have logistical problems, as well.
The replacement CPU needs to be remanufactured, reprogrammed.
- That could take days. - At a minimum.
Sir, we simply can't get a rescue rocket up there in time.
So we need help.
Yes.
Russia's the only country with a rocket
that can get up quickly enough to resupply the space station.
The person who predicted this disaster
is a Russian double agent.
Which makes Moscow's agenda and credibility
questionable at best.
Get me Ambassador Pavlov and reach out to Secretary Moss.
The two of them have a longstanding relationship.
We're gonna need all the help we can get.
Yes, sir.
- You're a really lucky guy. - Hannah.
Magically appearing at the right time
with the right information.
I have been sitting on this information.
Like I said, I needed something to trade.
Well, it's too late now.
Look, hacking's one of the things
I've been working on solving for Russia.
The Central Bank, the national gas companies...
They've all been victimized over the last six months.
This NASA hack is just the latest attack.
Someone is hunting big game,
and Russia and the U.S. are both targets.
Do you have any other Intel to share?
Maybe.
All right.
You are gonna cough it up right now.
In return for what?
We won't put you in a cage and throw away the key,
how 'bout that?
Oh, here's something that might interest you.
The American space program
isn't the only one that's been compromised.
Our space program, Roscosmos,
would like to send one of our rockets,
but we are constrained by our launch schedule.
With all due respect, Mr. Ambassador,
I don't believe that your launch schedules
have anything to do with your inability to help us.
I don't know what you mean.
Roscosmos has been hacked, just like NASA.
Both of our space programs are victims
of the same cyber attack.
I don't know where you obtain your information.
From one of your spies, who is now in our custody.
Look, Mr. Ambassador, it is in your country's interest
to help us bring these astronauts home...
Two of which are yours.
What do you propose?
If both our country's programs have been compromised,
we could just put our heads together
and work to find a solution.
I will have to talk to Moscow.
Of course. Thank you, Mr. Ambassador.
You know him better than anyone.
What do you think he'll do?
I'm not hopeful, sir.
I thought Dimitri would be more forthcoming.
The fact that he wasn't suggests
that he's fronting for an administration
that's more worried about saving face
than anything else.
Which means we can't trust him.
What do you suggest?
Hardball, sir.
Get on the phone with President Volkov.
Read him the riot act.
Before we get to that,
I'd like to try something else first.
Stay close. I may need you.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, Cornelius.
Mike, find me Seth Wright.
I need to talk to him.
Yes, sir.
So, the hack has affected both NASA and Roscosmos,
interfering with each country's ability
to launch a rescue vehicle.
- Briggs. - Thank you, Seth.
Do you know who's behind this?
So, both countries are coordinating intelligence
in an effort to get to the bottom of this,
and each, uh, space administration
is working with the other. Valerie.
Chuck, you've got to give us something.
Look, I've gone through thousands of lines
of NASA's Mission code.
If it's a hack on our space program,
I can't find it.
No digital footprint, nothing.
So, whatever their hacker did, he embedded it.
Yeah, well enough that it would take months
to go through every line and find the anomaly.
Those astronauts are dying.
Who is behind this?
I have a lead...
A cyber terrorist named Rook Storm.
Rook Storm is a myth.
No, he's not.
Who's Rook Storm?
They say he hacked into the Kremlin's mainframe
on a dare a few years ago.
Released sensitive internal documents
exposing corruption at the Politburo
then disappeared
before Russian intelligence could kill him.
He pops up on tech forums from time to time to gloat.
He's behind this?
No, he's out of the game.
But there are only a handful of operators
who could've pulled this off.
He'll know them.
Where can we find him?
He'll only open the door for me.
He'll shoot you.
I'm not taking him.
Hannah, we don't have a choice.
Of course we do.
We interrogate him.
And how long till he cracks?
I mean, how long till you'd crack?
I'll tell you how long...
Too long to save those astronauts.
We'll keep him on a short leash.
- We need him. - I disagree.
He's a liar.
Who's two for two.
He predicted the rocket crash.
He told us Roscosmos had been hacked.
He's playing us, Aaron.
He could be sending us on a wild goose chase.
I understand why you think that,
and I can't ignore the fact that you two have a history.
- Aaron. - Look...
Solving the NASA hack is our prime directive here.
If you can't play ball,
we can find someone else who can.
Mr. Ambassador.
Very clever.
Your little press conference
has put my country's credibility on the line.
We don't have time for stonewalling.
The clock is ticking.
It's not about pointing fingers, Dimitri.
It's about working together.
No one needs dead astronauts and failed missions.
And if I say no?
We'll parade Damian Rennett on national television
as a Russian spy,
and severe sanctions will follow.
I'll see to it that the Roscosmos engineers
coordinate with your people.
Good. We'll also be bringing in private industry...
The smartest minds that we can find.
Can you get your rescue ship in the air?
Yes, we've removed most of the damaged code...
Enough to get the Equus II into orbit.
Then, please. Launch it now.
To what purpose?
It can't dock until that hack has been completely reversed.
No, no. President Kirkman is right, Dimitri.
It's a six-hour flight to the Space Station.
You wait till everything's spick and span down here
before ignition, it'll be too late.
Understood.
Thank you, Mr. Ambassador.
Dimitri.
You know, Moscow's whole modus operandi
is avoiding the specter of public embarrassment.
You threatened him with that.
Not a happy man.
I don't need his happiness.
I need his cooperation.
Mr. President, you're wanted in the command office.
Thank you.
Excuse me, Cornelius.
Ten-hut!
What the hell is it now?
Another electrical problem, sir.
- The EATCS has failed. - What is that?
External active thermal control system, sir.
The coolant pump, essentially.
What does that mean?
A liquid ammonia coolant loop
along the station's main thrust
carries waste heat
to the photovoltaic radiator panels.
In English, please.
Cabin temperatures are already at 98 degrees,
and they're going to spike to 120 in the next few hours.
We're talking about a seriously dehydrated crew
with no access to water.
We're talking about a death sentence.
Commander, what's your status?
Mission control says we have a clogged turbine.
Crystallized ammonia, most likely.
I'm gonna prep for extra-vehicular activity, sir.
Absolutely not.
It's too risky. A space walk is a last resort.
I have to try.
I'd rather die out there than in here.
Commander, we're not there yet.
Let us try to fix this.
Commander, I know I'm asking a lot,
but I need you to trust us.
We have some of the most brilliant minds
from around the world working together
to try and bring you home.
Yes, sir.
Hang in there.
Sir, we've been consulting with the Russians
about the best way to unclog the turbines.
Unfortunately, there's no consensus.
It's highly specialized equipment.
Who's the manufacturer?
Apache Aerospace.
A former government contractor, sir.
The company is owned by a tech guru
named Andrea Frost.
Let's see if we can get her here.
Yes, sir.
Mr. President, you're wanted in the residence.
This note was from your principal.
She says you were in a fight
with another girl today at school.
Yeah.
She also said
that this is the second time it's happened in three weeks.
I know.
So... why were you in a fight?
Sweetheart, I know a lot's happened.
But I need you to promise me
that you're gonna be nice to the other kids at school.
Okay.
Promise.
Okay.
Hey. What do you say
you and I go make a chocolate milkshake
and just hang out together?
Is it okay if I go lay down?
I'm tired.
Yeah.
Of course. Yeah.
Dr. Frost, thank you again for coming.
This is a command performance, sir.
I'm not exactly getting along with Uncle Sam these days.
I was just reading about that.
You're in litigation for $200 million
- for fuel cells that were delivered to NASA? - Correct.
And the NASA administrator refused to accept them
because you were late?
NASA kept changing the specs.
Doctor, I didn't ask you here to talk about unpaid bills.
I asked you here because we need your help.
We need our best and our brightest
to get us through this crisis.
Can I count on you?
Of course.
Great.
Thank you.
Emily, please escort Dr. Frost to Command Ops.
Absolutely.
Graduated Brown University,
doctorate at MIT,
dozens of patents to her name.
She is a rising star.
If you say so, sir.
You're not a fan?
She was actually one of my proctors at space camp.
Uh, my model rocket was a quantum leap
over Russell Grubman's puny, little erector set.
But Dr. Frost... She... She bought into
his pretty-boy act. That's all it was.
Just like everybody else, you know... Hook, line, and sinker.
I mean, he did have kind of a symmetrical face
and his haircut was definitely ahead of its time,
but... that didn't give her the right to...
I think I'm gonna go now, sir.
Good idea.
This better work. Time is running out for them.
I'm aware.
You know... this thing's a little tight.
You don't like it there?
I can put it around your neck.
_
English, please.
You are police. I don't talk to police.
Good.
Because I'm FBI.
Damian says you like money.
Yes.
Why, you brought some?
I brought a promise that I won't take
all of yours as proceeds of cyber crime.
How 'bout that?
Shall we talk?
We're looking for who hacked NASA.
Empty set.
What is that?
Not what. Who.
The leader of an anti-Imperialist hacker collective.
He posts on dark web forums under that moniker.
And you're sure he did it?
No, but his people are capable of it.
They took down the State Department website
last year.
Space exploration is one of his targets.
If his crew didn't do it, he'll know who did.
Where can we find him?
Where?!
Are you serious?
He's an orchid nut.
Posts all this drivel about the symbolism
of the beautiful indigenous plant
that can fight off alien predators.
Okay. What does he look like?
Big guy, beard, goes by Ollie.
Can't miss him.
Damian.
You and I will never speak again.
_
Hello, Ollie.
I know you?
FBI.
I have a few questions...
I got a clean shot. Come on!
You're a sitting duck.
Come on.
The computer attack on the space program...
I need the code.
I didn't do it.
We know the NASA hack is straight out of your playbook,
so help us diagnose it, or you die in prison
for trying to murder a federal agent.
I don't know who did it.
But... I analyzed it.
It exploits a weakness in NASA's OS.
Roscosmos runs on a similar software platform.
That's why the hack affects both space programs.
- Yes. - I need details.
The hacker used a D-ram rowhammer exploit
to gain kernel privileges.
Hey, Chuck. Yeah, I've got something for you.
Once more with feeling.
Rick, where are we at?
Cabin temperature's at 116, sir.
Not sustainable for the crew.
There's a difference of opinion
as to the best course of action, sir.
NASA and Roscosmos
now favor a space walk, sir.
My company manufactured the external coolant pump.
I think there's a better way.
We're listening.
We can intervene manually...
deliberately creating a short,
which will then send a surge to the external turbine motor,
which will briefly become overcharged,
forcing the turbine to clear the motor.
Or it will burn out the motor,
cabin temperatures will spike,
and the crew will be dead in minutes.
Commander, your life and the lives of your crew
are at stake here.
I would like your opinion.
I think we're now past the point
where any of us can physically manage
a space walk.
I've met Dr. Frost.
I trust her.
I think we have our answer.
Yes, sir.
Initiate the surge.
Set command trip function to inhibit,
command warning alarm to bypass,
command voltage charged to arm.
Command voltage.
Come on.
Sir, turbine is operational.
Cabin temperature is dropping.
Congratulations, Commander.
Thank you, sir.
Now about that water...
Russia's Equus II is en route.
And we're still working on the codes so Equus II can dock.
Keep the faith.
Yes, sir.
Very well done.
Thank you, sir.
The New York Times is pestering Seth
for a direct quote from you about the space station.
Give them hopes, prayers, and our best efforts.
Nothing specific until we're through this.
We're not in the business of predictions.
Understood. I'll let him know.
She's been in a fight.
Sir?
My daughter, who's never even raised her voice...
She's been in a fight.
Apparently, this isn't the first one.
She's been through a lot.
Yeah, I know.
I'll have to talk with her principal,
but it's obvious what's happening.
She misses her mom.
Yeah.
I don't know how to get her through this.
She'll get through it herself.
You just have to be there.
I'm trying, but...
she treats me like I'm a cone in the middle of the road...
Something she just needs to get around.
Respectfully, sir, that's not it at all.
Then what is it?
It's not what you're doing.
It's the fact that you're doing it.
She knows you're there.
Take it from a girl who didn't have a dad.
It's everything.
Thank you, Emily.
Hey, can I talk to you about something?
Sure.
What's the statute of limitations on a contract claim?
What sort of contract claim?
When I was at space camp in 1997...
No, no. Not this again.
- It was a breach of contract. - Lyor.
My parents paid for six weeks of aeronautics instruction
for their precocious son,
in exchange for which the camp undertook a promise
to treat all campers fairly.
It was an award...
A discretionary award you had no right to,
and even if you did,
there are no damages.
There are 20 years of damages.
Could've shot you today, you know.
Twice.
Do you wonder why I didn't?
Because you're playing a longer game.
Killing me doesn't bring you in from the cold.
Working with me does.
And what if I told you there was more to it?
What if I told you to shut up
or I'm gonna shove you in the trunk?
- Hey. - It's amazing.
It's the type of hack that could induce bit flips
in the page data entries.
Chuck, I don't have time for you to geek out, okay?
Right, okay. So this type of malware
can't be downloaded remotely...
Too much code to get past the firewalls
NASA and Roscosmos both have.
Meaning what?
The malware had to be uploaded onsite.
It turns out the hacks were local.
At the NASA facility in D.C.
and the Russian embassy... Same day.
So I crunched personnel data to find a common denominator.
Chuck, I need a name, not a recipe, okay?
Shane Gillespie. A plumber.
- A spy? - No, a plumber.
The beer-belly, butt-crack variety.
The contractors are given swipe cards
to get into and out of government facilities in D.C.
That's how he got into the operating system?
I'm betting the access card also encoded the virus.
One swipe,
you're past the firewall.
All this high-tech security,
and the guy who unclogs toilets walked right in
and circumvented it.
So we need the card.
Which will have the code.
We can use it to reverse-engineer the hack,
patch the operating systems.
Meaning the rescue rocket can safely dock.
And we can save the crew.
Guy works in Baltimore. I'm sending you his deets.
- Mrs. Gillespie? - Yes.
I'm Hannah Wells. FBI.
I need to speak to your husband.
That's not going to be possible.
Ma'am, it's urgent.
Peoples' lives are at stake.
I understand,
but my husband's dead.
Shane Gillespie drowned ten days ago,
the day after the hacks.
Foul play?
The coroner's report was inconclusive.
They dredged him out of Lake Roland.
So, the swipe card likely wasn't on him.
What else do we know about this guy?
Chronic gambler, deep in debt.
Anonymous Bitcoin transfers to his account.
And social media activity that suggests
his tech know-how didn't run deeper
than an obsession with fantasy football.
So he was a mark.
Yeah, an easy one.
Thanks, Chuck.
We checked the van, his basement,
the bedroom, his toolbox.
He still owed money, so he likely kept the card
in case he needed another job.
Well, he had to stash it somewhere.
And when you're looking to hide something...
You grasp the familiar.
And our guy loves sports.
Damian.
Hello.
Sir, there's been a hiccup.
All Russia has to do is upload the new software
to Equus II to dock,
- but they're balking. - Why?
To finish debugging the Russian program,
our guys need to get inside their network.
And they're afraid of us getting a look
at their proprietary technology.
They're afraid of even more than that, Emily.
With this Damian Rennett business,
they fear retaliation.
Well, let's give them a taste of it.
Emily, set up a press conference.
We're gonna hold the Russians accountable
for their espionage.
Uh, sir, if I may be so bold,
we may get more here with honey than vinegar.
No. I'm not gonna let Russia hold us to ransom for anything.
They have as much to lose as we do.
A point... With your permission...
I would like to make.
Let me, uh, bend Dimitri's ear, sweet talk him.
If he doesn't play ball,
then you wheel out the heavy artillery.
- Get it done fast. - She's ready for you, sir.
Thank you.
Principal Feltner.
Thank you very much for coming by.
Please.
Of course, sir.
Your letter said that my daughter
has been involved in a number of incidents
- over the last month. - Yes, sir.
Obviously the death of her mother has been devastating.
It's my opinion that she is lashing out in anger.
I don't think that's it at all.
You don't?
Each situation has been an instance of Penny
defending someone who's being bullied.
Y-You're saying that she's protecting other children?
Not atypical behavior for a child
who has suffered a terrible loss.
She doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.
She's a sensitive child.
But maybe we can help channel that sensitivity
in a more constructive way.
Of course.
Sign here.
So, what now?
You're going to be charged.
Obstruction of justice, arson, espionage.
And the help I gave you?
Will be taken under consideration
at sentencing as a mitigating factor.
Walk over to the door.
Hannah.
I'm sorry.
I have a question.
That day on the bridge...
Were you reaching for a gun?
No.
Then what was it?
I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?
No, I guess not.
After the successful launch of Equus II,
rescue is at hand for the crippled space station,
and with it, much needed water
for the four astronauts aboard.
The spacecraft remains...
One hour till we dock, Mr. President.
Yes.
I'm very grateful that you agreed to cooperate.
Mm. We are all made of stardust.
Space is our past and our future.
We have no choice but to cooperate.
I couldn't agree with you more.
Which is why I appreciate your concession.
My concession?
Yes, I know it must have been difficult,
but agreeing to turn the page and move past trivial issues...
It was the right thing.
Mr. President.
Mr. Ambassador.
Emily.
- I'll get Secretary Moss immediately. - Thank you.
We are not out of the woods yet.
Thank you.
Mr. President.
Did you cut a deal with Ambassador Pavlov
without consulting me?
I wouldn't call it a deal, sir.
What would you call it?
An accommodation to save lives
and the space program we all care so much about.
What did you promise them?
I told him our country would not look
into Russian involvement with the Icarus investigation.
On whose authority?
On yours, sir.
Because turning the page is in your best interest
and the country's.
I hold the Icarus investigation
responsible for my wife's death.
You don't get to use that as a bargaining chip.
You told me to get it done.
Not at any cost!
Let's talk about cost, shall we?
The cost of recent events, the cost on you.
Be very careful here, Cornelius.
I'm trying to make a point, sir.
When Elaine died, I decided not to run for another term.
You haven't taken a day off, not a single one.
And that decision is mine to make.
And that is the wrong decision for the country.
Look, I've had a bird's eye view of things
for the last three months,
and I haven't liked what I've seen.
The indecision, the over-caution,
the missteps just keep growing.
For example...
For example, you pushed off the Arab/Israeli summit.
You withdrew your budget initiative
to tinker with it.
And bills that you should have signed
have stayed on your desk until they became pocket vetoes.
I didn't realize we had so many political differences.
It's not politics.
It's leadership.
You zig when you should zag.
And I'm tired of cleaning up your mess,
of giving assurances to get things done...
Assurances you should have given.
So, your unauthorized back-channeling's
been going on for quite some time?
- Tom. - I asked you a question.
You sit in that chair, you have an obligation,
not just to the American people,
but to the office,
to every president who sat there before you
and will sit there after you.
Your judgment is off, Tom.
And I can't let you implode... I won't.
Cornelius, you've provided me with sound counsel,
and I've considered you to be a friend,
but I have returned that favor.
When you interfered in the Thorn investigation,
- I stood by you. - I know that, sir,
and I will be eternally grateful,
but I think with perspective,
you will see that I have been standing by you.
No, sir!
You have been standing behind me,
undermining my authority,
which is something that I cannot excuse,
regardless of your intentions.
Your services are no longer required.
That's all.
You can't fire a former president
and not expect to get media backlash.
Especially one with a formidable PR machine
at his disposal.
Sir, Moss is going to play the victim card.
Which is why you need to go on the offensive.
I'm not gonna throw him under the bus.
No, sir. Throwing him under the bus
would be calling him out on his treachery.
We recommend citing irreconcilable policy differences.
Which is code for throwing him under the bus.
Genteel code.
Seth, I want you to prepare a statement.
It is with great reluctance
that I accepted Secretary Moss' resignation.
He came out of retirement at my request
in an effort to help our country
through an incredibly difficult time.
His task complete,
he has chosen to return to private life
to the thanks of a grateful nation.
And he will be deeply missed.
Yes, sir.
That works, too.
Mr. President, they're ready for you in Command Ops.
Thank you.
Copy, Moscow.
Distance... 30 meters. Rate... 0.12.
Thank you for everything you've done.
You're welcome, sir.
There's nowhere else I would rather be.
Copy.
Flight rate nominal, trajectory nominal.
Docking port clear.
No obstruction. We are right on the line.
Crosshairs look good. No bias, no drift.
Flight, we are go for capture.
- RCS firing? - Two meters.
Standing by for contact and capture.
Contact and capture confirmed.
Congratulations, Mr. President.
Thank God it worked.
Yeah.
Rick, thank you for everything.
Happy to serve, sir.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Dr. Frost?
I want you to know that I, uh... forgive you.
For what, Mr. Boone?
You know.
Turkey... White meat only...
Macaroni and cheese,
and lightly braised carrots.
Thanks, Dad.
You're very welcome.
I was talking to your principal earlier.
She told me that she found out
that you weren't the one who started the fight,
that you were just trying to protect a friend.
I don't want anyone to be hurt.
'Cause you were hurt?
Me too.
You know what?
We need a plan.
We need a no-hurt plan.
If either of us is upset about Mommy or anything,
we need to tell each other, okay?
You know what I do sometimes
when I'm missing Mommy really badly?
I think about some of the things she would do
that would make me happy, that would make me smile.
Little things.
What kind of things?
I don't know.
The look she would give me
when I would leave my socks on the floor.
And your underwear.
And my underwear.
Okay, your turn.
I like...
how Mommy's hair always smelled like sunshine.
Sunshine doesn't smell like anything, silly.
Yes, it does.
What's it smell like?
Mommy's hair.
Hey, Rocket Man.
It didn't work.
What didn't work?
My rocket.
At Poconos Space Academy.
It was a bust.
Looks pretty good to me.
Oh, it launched,
but half the score was the physics.
I found my old camp notebook
and ran the numbers.
My math didn't compute.
It's okay to come in second, Lyor.
I've been in Command Ops all day.
The conquest of space,
the majesty of human achievement in all its glory,
and what do I do?
I spin.
Scheme.
Strategize.
You advise the President of the United States...
A man who changes lives with every stroke of his pen,
with every word that he utters.
You help steer the course of human progress.
That's the math I'd worry about.
My rocket still sucked, though.
Mr. Beeman, given the circumstances,
would you say your treatment here has been fair?
Yes, sir.
That went viral 20 minutes ago.
How the hell did this get out?
Good. Because I want you to remember, every single day,
for the rest of your life, what you took from me.
Well, clearly someone hacked
- into the prison system. - But how?
I don't know, but we have to tell the President.
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