George.
Everything I told you last night,
it's true.
We were right. That's the key to all of it.
Are you someplace you can talk?
You need to write this down.
- Yeah, I can talk now. - George!
Did you get it?
No, say it again.
Make sure you listen carefully, George, because...
What?
I can't understand.
Goddamn it.
National tensions remain high since the Zero Day attack,
and the overall mood remains cautious, with the country slowly emerging.
Many offices and schools are reopening or planning to shortly,
but air traffic remains limited.
And many commuter rail systems will remain running on reduced schedule.
In the meantime, the Zero Day Commission's work begins behind closed doors
with most experts insisting
only a nation-state could execute an attack on this scale,
and one suspect at the top of every list, Russia.
I've been trying to reach you assholes for two days!
President Mullen, sir.
Signal switchboard. President Mitchell wants to speak with you.
We're gonna patch her through now.
All right.
Madam President.
The Joint Chiefs came to see me.
Seventy-two hours.
That's the recommended window for retaliation.
Against who?
All signs point to Moscow.
Wait, we... we don't know that. We can't know that.
Madam President, do we want someone to blame, or do we want the truth?
Of course I want the truth,
but I want it before it's too late to do me any good.
I hear you. I'm on it.
I know.
And I'm grateful.
Hand, sir.
Good to see you again, Mr. President.
The team's waiting.
We have the facility on loan from CIA,
along with the hotel across the street.
I've arranged the same satellite uplinks you'd have in the situation room,
and you'll find secure hard lines to DOD, CIA, NSA,
and White House already set up.
Thanks, Carl.
Please.
So, from here on, we'll convene an all hands at 0700 and 1900 hours
seven days a week.
It's Melissa Kornblau, PR.
It hasn't been that long, Roger.
Appreciate you coming back.
It'll be an honor to once again keep the jackals at bay
while you save the country, sir.
Let's keep moving.
Maybe a few words for the foot soldiers first.
I think it's best we do that briefing first,
get everyone up to speed.
Sir, I think it'll be a good idea.
They're all here for you.
It'll only take a second.
- Melissa, let's keep it moving. - Hey, let me just go here for a minute.
Hi, everyone.
Well, you're all here because your country needs you.
And...
you're the best at what you do,
and right now, your country needs the very best.
So let's get to work.
Yes, sir!
Good morning.
First, some housekeeping.
For those of you who don't know, I'm Carl Otieno from justice.
I'll be coordinating the investigation.
- This is Roger Carlson. - Thank you, Carl.
All documents, scheduling requests for President Mullen
will go through me.
All of you should have met Melissa Kornblau.
You get a phone call, text, WhatsApp or door knock from a reporter,
you do not answer, and you immediately tell me.
Is that clear?
Now that we have that out of the way...
All right. Mr. President?
Okay, so, what do we know?
FBI, sir. I run the National Cyber Investigative Joint Task Force.
Within an hour of the attack, we deployed 56 rapid response teams
to run in-person forensics on the impacted systems.
Sir, I'm Tim Pennington, in charge of cyber forensics.
A coordinated cyberattack of this scale against multiple systems is unprecedented.
Devices operating on Windows, Android,
Mac OS, iOS, Industrial SCADA systems and PLCs,
they were all impacted at the same time.
What is really frightening is that none of the systems
that failed show any evidence of how they were controlled.
It's like an army invaded,
sacked the country, and retreated without a trace.
That's actually optimistic.
Most likely the malware is still in place. It's just gone dormant, sleeping.
- So, someone could just wake it up? - Whenever they choose to.
If I can interrupt to state the obvious.
No one better breathe a fucking word about this.
People are terrified,
and from what I'm hearing so far, they're right to be.
Silence isn't exactly reassuring.
People need to know that we have everything under control.
Well, I need results I can share.
Or barring that, leads I can spin
until they bear a vague resemblance to actual progress.
We're not gonna spin anything.
The American people need to know the truth, nothing but the truth.
Well, we may have something no spin required.
These images were just collected
from CCTV cameras outside of a loft in the Bronx.
It's the headquarters of a known hacking collective,
one of hundreds in the city.
But the only one someone went to the trouble to wipe out execution-style
early this morning.
Facial recognition hasn't identified this man yet.
We're still running him through the system.
But this one, this is Alexi Lebedev, known GRU officer.
Works out of the New York consulate.
As you know, sir, this is consistent with the Pentagon's view
that Russia's most likely the responsible party.
Thank you, General.
Uh, Melissa's right. Not a word of this leaves this room,
not until we have the full picture.
That means not until we find this mystery man.
All right? Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Hey, Carl. Carl.
So, you gonna pick the real bad guy or just find any old innocent bystander?
Alexandra, please, just a minute!
Hello, Richard.
You're a difficult woman to reach.
I'm sorry.
Now is not a great time to be avoiding me.
Yeah, I know. The whole thing is... a disaster.
It is,
and I'm sure you'll agree it needs to be resolved quickly for the country's sake.
Yes, I do agree.
Have you spoken with your father?
Nope. Not since I told him not to take the job,
and we see how that went, so...
You know, we don't talk very often.
You need to let all that go right away, Alex.
This needs to be handled properly. Managed closely. A lot at stake.
I know.
Sir, I have an update.
Um, I was just on with Sheila.
You may want to give her a call. She seemed worried about you.
W-- What'd you tell her?
I told her you're good.
Great, actually.
Which, you are doing great.
I'm fine.
Because this morning was, uh...
Wayne, the new house manager, changed the combination on the safe
and I overreacted.
It's been a long couple of days, you know.
Now, what do we have?
Um...
Pennington's team just found an unusual batch of code on a ConEd server.
Apparently, there's a recurring sequence of numbers
that correspond to letters in the Cyrillic alphabet,
spells out that.
Maidan.
Right. It doesn't say what it means.
It's orange, uh, for the Orange Revolution in Ukraine.
In 2004, the Russians always blamed us for it.
Seems, uh,
clumsy, even for the Russians.
Is that it?
I also got what I found on Anna Sindler. You said she met with you that morning?
It says she was killed at the railroad crossing near the house.
You know what? I want you to do me a favor.
Run... Run this down.
You want me to send a note to the parents?
No, it... it just... It... It... It could be nothing.
I... I just... I just want to make sure she died the way this says she did.
You got it, boss.
I will revert back.
Don't you guys watch the news? I was in with Mullen.
He's across the street, Roger.
Or would you rather Mr. Lyndon come to you?
You have reached NuWay Drycleaners. Please leave a message.
Yes, I need to schedule an emergency pickup.
Call back as soon as you can.
Thank you.
We've taken over the scene from the NYPD and have our own tacs on the ground.
Every cellular device within a mile radius.
We've cracked them all and are sifting through texts and emails
going back two weeks.
Accessing their encrypted comms.
Uh, WhatsApp, Signal will take another few hours, but we'll get those too.
Unfortunately, it doesn't look like our mystery man himself had a phone on him,
but this is why I called you.
Facial recognition finally hit.
Sort of.
I've never seen that before.
I have.
I'm hearing you shorted the markets before Zero Day.
Gotta say, nobody's good enough to spin that.
Short some things, long other things.
People always look for constellations in the stars.
Come on.
Every decent restaurant's closed. The chef came in special.
I ordered you the pumpkin ravioli.
So, what's up, Bob? I... I really gotta get back.
You look good, kiddo. Must be nice to be the belle of the ball.
Phone ringing off the hook again.
Right now, I'm focused on the work of the commission.
Really?
Everyone in my business has an edge.
Mine is distressed assets.
People in trouble.
I can... I can smell it.
I smelled it on you when I met you.
The president's boy with so many secrets.
I could have bet against you back then, but I didn't.
No, you didn't.
And... as a matter of fact, it paid off. This has been a two-way street here.
Look, this is all going to end, and, uh...
unless you would like to dramatically increase my retainer,
I'm going to need all the clients that I can grab.
Now's not the time to make new friends.
It's a test of how you treat your old friends.
And how would you like to be treated, Bob?
It's funny.
I actually am short Russian oil.
You know how deeply grateful I am to you,
but I'm in a fishbowl over there even more so than the White House.
- Anyways, Otieno is really running things. - You're kidding.
When he was assistant US Attorney, what did he try to charge you with again?
Violations of the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act.
And, uh, it was his office.
Actually, Carl claims he recused himself.
Oh, well, that was nice of him.
Anyway, the investigation's his thing.
Mullen's got me chasing after a dead girl, for Christ's sakes.
I'm hardly involved.
Then get involved.
Keep them focused on Moscow. Everyone knows they're the bad guys here.
It's the right thing to do.
I'm happy for you.
It's nice to see Mullen still trusts you.
If he knew what I know, not sure that would be the case.
I will do my very best for you as always, but I can't make any promises.
It's a pleasure, as always.
And to the president, look, just because the United States government
is trying to dismantle the company I've spent my entire life building
doesn't make me any less of an American.
Trust me, this commission needs my help.
That offer of assistance from Kidder, whose sprawling tech empire
includes a popular social media platform,
digital media outlets, and a portfolio of ubiquitous apps,
comes as she faces an active antitrust investigation--
You gonna take her up on it?
Where's Wayne?
Sent him home
'cause I'm sure you can imagine he was very upset.
I told you I misspoke. I shouldn't have said what I did.
I have no excuse.
Seemed like a little more than that, and then just to get on the helicopter--
So what are you saying?
What am I supposed to do? There's a hundred cameras outside.
Everybody's watching and waiting. What am I supposed to tell them?
"I'm sorry. My wife is worried. I should be taking a nap."
- You could've called me back. - Roger said he spoke to you.
- Didn't he tell you I was okay? - He covers for you. That's what he does.
- Not with you. - I'm gonna need more than that. George--
So, what are you gonna do? Tell the world that you think I lost it?
I mean, what purpose would that serve?
Hello?
Oh, yeah. Hold on just a minute. He'll pick up.
It's the White House. The President would like a word.
Madam President.
When you identify a known Russian intelligence officer
at a mass murder scene,
I am the first to know, not the last.
There was another man at the same scene. We haven't identified him yet.
But until we do, we don't really know anything for sure.
Come on, George.
It's a smoking gun in Moscow's hand.
You gotta ignore the war drums.
The people beating them, they don't have to make the call. You do.
You're right. I do have to make the call, and we won't survive another attack.
So unless you tell me definitively that it's not them,
I have to act.
I have a source that I trust.
Who?
Saying what?
I can't say right now, but it could be the key to everything.
I spoke to them last night,
and I'm expecting more information very, very soon.
Madam President, you chose me for a reason because you... you trust me,
but I have to be able to run this investigation in my way,
without interference.
In 48 hours, I'm scheduling an address from the Oval.
To say what?
Relax. I'm not dropping the bomb.
We'll announce sanctions, expel some diplomats,
and carry out a targeted cyber strike.
They say we can take out some of their refineries with minimal risk.
What if we find out it's not them?
Then a show of strength gives everyone pause.
Makes whoever did this think twice before they throw the switch again.
Or it tells them we're still flying blind.
And once we start pushing over those dominoes, there's no turning back.
Aren't you paying attention?
The Joint Chiefs, half my cabinet, and most of the damn country
think we're there already.
If that's the case,
it's my responsibility to make sure we win.
Good night.
We get this wrong, the whole world goes to hell.
I'm not stepping down.
I did that before, and that's what people remember me for.
I'm not making the same mistake twice.
There are young people all around the world, not just Russians,
who have been training for cyberwar
against the United States since the day they were born.
And our government is not equipped to handle it on their own.
Natan.
Her mom was traveling for work.
She still can't get back. Well, she takes medicine,
but the pharmacy's out. Some crap about the supply chain.
I'm scared, Dad.
I know. We'll go home right now, sweetie.
And this is the man they tell us will save us.
King George restored to his throne.
This man isn't qualified. The world has passed him by.
He isn't fit.
I don't need to remind you what happened before.
This guy is a quitter.
He wasn't up for the job then, and he isn't now,
and they want you to think he has this under control, but he doesn't.
He's lost. Trust me, he has no clue.
You're sure this is where Anna Sindler's body was taken after the accident?
Like I said on the phone, it says so right here.
Can I see it?
The body?
She was badly burned.
Then... then show me whatever's left.
Here you go, number 15.
You sure about this?
Huh.
Mr. President.
Mr. President? Mr. President?
Mr. President. Your phone.
Oh.
- Yeah. - I know why his file was restricted.
Whose file?
Our runner. The mystery man?
Outside the collective. The Bronx.
Yes. Turns out, he's one of ours.
I've been on with NSA all night trying to access the file,
but all they have confirmed is that he was assigned to TAO,
Tailored Access Operations,
our most elite offensive hackers.
- I know what it is. You have a name? - Not yet.
I've escalated our request to Director Bernard.
Good. No time for bullshit, but try to ask nicely.
I'm always nice.
You have reached NuWay Drycleaners.
Please leave a message.
- Good morning, sir. - Roger.
So, cyber forensics says still no matches for the malware, not even cousins.
FBI counterintelligence reports
Alexi Lebedev was last seen leaving the New York consulate three days ago
by one of their spotters, but no sign of him since.
I don't see anything at all about our mystery man.
Oh, Carl's on that.
- Okay. - Hi.
Good morning.
Monica Kidder, did she reach out to us to help?
I doubt it.
Melissa used to work for her, so that would come through her.
But I'll check.
Last night, I ran down the Anna Sindler thing.
Yeah?
Nothing, right?
Actually, uh,
I went to the morgue,
but her body seems to be missing.
Sir, is there something going on here that you're not telling me about?
I saw her...
24 hours after she supposedly died
at the press conference.
- Hi. - Hi.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you for reaching out.
Let's take a walk.
- Great. - Okay.
- How's civilian life? - Uh, different.
You know, these days I mostly focus on asset allocation ratios
and interest rates.
You've done well, I hear.
Yeah, my second calling.
I was happy to hear from you.
He keeps thinking
he's refilled that feeder.
He swears he has.
Is he okay?
I need you to do something for me.
- Sure, if I can. What is it? - I need you to go back to work for George.
Sheila.
The world has changed in ways he doesn't understand,
and he needs a trusted ally by his side.
I don't... I don't think I can see my way to doing that.
Well, if I can see my way to letting you go back to work for him,
you damn well can see your way to doing it.
You were my friend.
You owe me this.
They say they want him to find the truth, but I'm worried whose truth
and what they'll do with it once they have it.
Do you think he's being set up?
No. At least I don't think so,
but I know he's surrounded by people who he can't trust and who I can't trust.
But you trust me.
In no way but the one that matters.
I can trust that if you thought he could be hurt by this
or someone has an agenda, you would do something about it.
You would protect him.
I would. It's the job.
Lily must be 12?
Right? Chapin?
Yeah.
I'm asking you to do this.
Help him.
For me.
If we've learned anything these past few days,
it's that we are not protected.
You are not protected.
Another attack of even longer duration could happen at any moment.
Now, as you know, when we set up the Zero Day Commission,
we also established an oversight committee to ensure
the commission lives up to its responsibilities.
And today, I'm pleased to announce that Congresswoman Alexandra Mullen
has agreed to serve as its ranking member.
Congresswoman.
- Congresswoman! - Congresswoman Mullen!
What does your father think of you looking over his shoulder?
I am committed to making sure that this Commission not only keeps us safe,
but doesn't trample our Constitution in the process.
It's vitally important that the American people be able to trust
that this commission is always acting in its best interest.
- And that will require... - This isn't good.
She's an assassin on social media.
And the oversight committee intends to ensure that transparency.
Roger.
The oversight committee intends to monitor the progress...
You need to go talk to her.
- I don't think-- - You have to talk to her.
She listens to you.
- Now, please. - Yes, sir.
And for those of you who see a conflict of interest
in my overseeing my father's work,
then I say you clearly have not done your homework on me.
- Did you get a name? - No, sir.
Admiral Bernard is too busy plotting World War 3.
Says the White House has him planning an op against the Samotlor oil fields
to go live as soon as tonight.
Yeah, he was always a hothead.
And careless too.
...while also making sure that our foundational liberties
are not compromised.
- Are you being followed? - I don't think so.
- Are you okay? - I'm fine. I...
I messed up, Emma.
Bad.
I... did something at work.
I thought it was the right thing, but now I think I was lied to.
Are you still in touch with Rob Ionna?
From high school?
Yeah. He works at a port in Red Hook.
I... I need to get out of the country.
- On a boat? - They'd look at the flight manifest.
- Who's they? - Emma.
I just need to know. Are you gonna help me or not?
He's in a restaurant meeting with some girl.
This is taking too long.
This is not the place. But I'm on him.
I'll handle it.
More banks holding your money hostage,
more airlines keeping you grounded.
And we're still waiting for answers from George Mullen.
Why won't he just say what my sources tell me
President Mitchell will finally admit tomorrow night from the Oval?
That this is clearly the work of Russian plutocrats
working with Wall Street vultures.
I'll tell you why.
This man is impotent and afraid.
He can't even control his own family, his own daughter.
And we expect him to save the country?
Come on.
- Thought you were asleep already. - No.
You hear about Alex?
- Are you really surprised? - Yeah, I mean, I am a little surprised.
Your relationship with her is yours. You know, talk to her.
- Easier said than done. - Yeah.
Um, I saw Valerie today.
Here, actually.
I invited her over.
Why?
You need a real chief of staff, George.
Not a body man.
I mean, I still don't know what's going on with you, but even if it's nothing--
Roger's done a good job. He's always been there.
You and I both know Roger is not up to this.
Well, it doesn't have to be her. If... If you're trying to make a point,
I... I don't know, try to punish me or--
Oh, punish you?
I have the most to lose from this arrangement.
Listen.
If you don't want to quit again, really, you need Valerie's help.
It's not up for discussion.
Good night.
Who stands to benefit?
Worst, but perhaps only coffee available in the neighborhood.
Did I miss the party?
You tell me.
It's an Addie.
It's prescription to help me focus.
Right.
You can't talk me out of this, okay? It wasn't even my call.
Okay.
I know you think you hate him.
And actually, believe it or not, I can understand why,
but this isn't really the time to... to get back at him--
Get back-- Are you serious?
This is the last thing that I wanted.
Okay?
This is just the latest swell benefit
to being the great George Mullen's daughter.
He fucked me by saying yes to this commission
when I warned him. I warned both of you!
I know that, but the last thing he needs is for you--
Just do me a favor and don't tell me what my own father needs.
- Please. - Well, I think I know.
Why?
Because when he didn't run again and the party was over, you stuck around?
Last sycophant standing? Is that why?
Sure.
Maybe what he needed back then was to just be left alone
with all the shitty things he had done.
And what he needs now is for this investigation to just be over.
Okay? Fast.
And please, feel free to tell him that's my entire agenda.
My car is coming in like an hour. So are we doing this or not?
I don't know, that depends.
Are you asking me as a private citizen or, uh, in your official capacity
as chair of the oversight committee?
You know, it's not a subpoena.
It's an invitation to appear.
Ah.
Well, in that case, after you.
Admiral Bernard, it's George Mullen.
Yeah, oh, no, don't worry about that.
I mean, Carl can have sharp elbows. I know that.
Yeah, so how are Julie and the kids?
Uh, it's Julie, isn't it?
Yeah. How are they?
Well, terrific. Terrific, terrific.
You know, it's funny. I was just thinking the other day
about that little yakitori place near the base for some reason.
I don't know why, and, um...
You know, where the moto industry guys used to hang out?
Hello?
Admiral?
Carl.
Our NSA operative, Patrick O'Keefe.
History matters.
It turns out I knew your admiral when I was at DOJ,
and he was a captain in Okinawa.
- Go get him. - Yes, sir.
Newman.
Patrick O'Keefe.
It's best we get on that.
Seven minutes till we're inside his apartment.
He's been dark since Zero Day,
but we're geolocating everyone he was in contact with for six months prior.
This cluster here
is Fort Meade. Looks like he had mostly work friends.
And then here is the Bureau's crime lab. All the phones that we found in the Bronx.
He was definitely in contact with our dead hackers.
What about any family?
Let me see.
Emma O'Keefe, born 11/17/95. Maybe his sister?
That her residence?
Actually, that is the corner of Summit and Van Brunt,
across from the port of Red Hook.
- Get a UAV overhead. - Yes, sir.
- And who's the closest law enforcement? - PAPD.
Then call them.
- Thanks again, Rob. - Absolutely.
- Appreciate it, man. - I got you, bro. Come with me.
They're scrambling.
We're approaching her position.
So, you got the cash, right?
Yep.
So they'll look out for you. The crew's all Filipino,
but the captain's German, so he's good.
All right, remember, two weeks,
join the Discord channel, and I'll find you.
Is he with you?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Watch it! Hey!
- Don't move! - Hands!
- Show me your hands! - Okay, okay!
Got 'em.
Good work, everyone.
They said if I got them the malware, they'd publish it,
like the Vault 7 leak, to expose how dangerous it is,
the... the stuff that our government is developing. Not to use it.
And you trusted these Russian agents? This "Felix"?
Russian agents? His name's Andy Franklin.
Felix was his grandfather. He thought it sounded cooler.
I went to Dalton with him.
They're not Russian spies. They're hacktivists.
- Entirely domestic... - Do you believe him?
...to expose our own government's code...
Not sure.
Me neither.
These guys are whistleblowers, not terrorists.
Mitchell speaks in three hours. We're running out of time.
Sir.
There are ways of being sure he's telling the truth faster.
- History's watching, Carl. - Let's go back to the actual code.
- Yes, sir. - Is there a way to neutralize it?
I told you, someone modified it.
What we built, what I gave them,
it was a nasty bug.
We couldn't do anything close to this.
You know, I... I did my best, Mel. You know how she is.
There's no talking to her when she's like this.
They have a very complicated relationship,
and I don't want to get caught in the middle.
All right, all right, fine. I'm just, uh, stopping to change real quick.
I should be there in an hour.
Oh God. Fuck off, Carl.
Holy fuck!
I tried to call you.
Right. Uh...
And I'm sorry about that. But how did you get in here?
We tried many times to make an appointment.
Sit.
Please.
It's your apartment.
A gift.
And a message.
Russia had nothing to do with Zero Day.
Well, a lot of evidence says otherwise.
It's true.
An overly ambitious GRU officer had an occasional business relationship
with those hackers in the Bronx.
Bots, ransomware,
small-scale mischief. That's all.
We admit it was bad judgment.
They and he have been dealt with.
You took a man into custody this morning.
I have no idea. I haven't even been into the office yet.
- And even if I had-- - You'll find he has no connection to us.
Somebody else hired these hackers for Zero Day.
And you expect us to just take your word for it?
To paraphrase your President Reagan,
I expect you not just to trust,
but to verify.
Madam President, we're live in ten minutes.
Mitchell's speech is about to go live.
I don't have time to chase blatant disinformation.
All the more reason you have to, Carl.
If Mitchell goes on TV, blames Russia, and we have evidence proving otherwise...
- How's that going to look? - Roger.
My guy says you can independently confirm each transaction.
If this turns out to be a Kremlin plot just to distract you,
then you can use it as another bullshit pretext to investigate me, okay?
Deal?
We still have more to learn regarding the full scope of the Zero Day threat,
which is why the Zero Day Commission will continue its important work
hunting down anyone who aided and abetted this horrific attack on our homeland.
But I will not wait to act.
Tonight, I have ordered the Pentagon cyber command
to commence a retaliatory strike against Russian oil refineries.
Roll that back, Leila.
Five minutes, Madam President.
Mitchell's on in five. Anyone know where the nearest fallout shelter is?
You need to see this right now.
Six weeks before Zero Day, the hackers received a large incoming wire transfer.
Not from Russia, from an account in North Dakota,
which, according to the bureau,
is associated with a known domestic terror organization
called the Reapers.
I've never heard of them either.
Apparently, they're radical leftists.
Where'd you get this?
Roger.
Treasury just confirmed it's authentic.
The Russians didn't finance Zero Day.
This militia did.
It's homegrown, sir.
Call the White House now.
Thirty seconds till you're on, Madam President.
Thank you.
I'll need time to verify.
Then he can walk out on the limb in the meantime.
Fifteen seconds.
Call the network to cancel. We're done here.
George Mullen's own daughter has felt the need
to rein in her father's excessive uses
of this country's mighty imperialist forces.
I promise you the corporate fat cats and their Capitol Hill cronies
want to capitalize on your fear.
In the words of everyone's favorite war criminal, Winston Churchill...
- Fuck you, Evan Green. - ..."Never let a good crisis go to waste."
"Go to waste."
They want to capitalize on your fear.
In the words of everyone's favorite war criminal Winston Churchill,
"Never let a good crisis go to waste."
They're gonna do everything in their power
to take advantage of the situation...
You sure about this?
Yeah, I'm sure.
What?
Some kind of weapon developed...
It's called...
...Proteus.
Proteus.
This is Roger.
Mr. Carlson?
This is Sara Sindler.
You had some questions about my daughter,
Anna?
Yes, that's right. Thank you for calling me back.
Forgive me, ma'am, but it's just... it's very important that I know.
Your daughter was killed on Zero Day?
We buried her this morning.
Um...
I'm so sorry to hear that, ma'am.
But just to make sure I understand...
Why are you doing this?
...that she was indeed killed at the railroad crossing on Ze--
Roger, call in the press.
The White House wants me to make a statement.
- Sure you want to do this? - Of course I'm sure.
We broke this thing open. Well, you did.
Keep an eye out. See if this girl shows up.
You got it, boss.
Good evening.
When I embarked upon this inquiry,
like so many of you, I expected our enemy to be external.
But while this was my expectation,
my obligation was and is to pursue the facts.
We have uncovered no evidence that the Zero Day plot
was set in motion by any foreign government.
In fact, we have concluded that the computer virus used in the attack
was first developed by our own government.
By the National Security Agency, to be specific.
It was stolen with the help of a disgruntled employee of that agency,
perfected and deployed by a domestic terror organization
that calls themselves the Reapers.
The weapon is called Proteus. Thank you.
The weapon is called Proteus.
Thank you. Thank you.
That was former President Mullen
delivering the first significant investigative update
to come from the newly-formed Zero Day Commission.
Contrary to prior speculation,
President Mullen did not pin the attack on Russia
or any other foreign government.
...originally developed by the NSA.
A cyber weapon he referred to as Proteus.
Earlier tonight,
we expected an Oval Office address from President Mitchell,
but that address was suddenly canceled.
Instead, we have this announcement from former President Mullen
pointing the finger not at Russia, but at a domestic terrorist...
I don't care what he said, he's wrong.
I never heard of anything called Proteus.
Russia was simple.
It was clean, and at least it unified us.
I don't know who the Reapers are,
but you just opened the gates for every conspiracy theorist in America
to start naming suspects.
Madam President, I'm right, you own it.
I'm wrong, you cut me loose.
Isn't that how it works?
I hope you know what you're doing.
We're looking into the Reapers.
They exist, and they may be a part of it.
How big a part?
Too soon to know,
but Mullen is definitely up to something.
Why do you say that?
Because there is a government program named Proteus.
But it isn't what he thinks it is.