The Residence

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Detective Cupp, I presume?

Harry Hollinger was the one who wanted to call this a suicide

as quickly as possible.

Harry Hollinger, the President's best friend and closest adviser.

Why was Harry Hollinger looking for political documents?

Harry Hollinger.

- Harry Hollinger. - Harry Hollinger.

Harry Hollinger.

- Harry--? - We can cut the small talk.

Can I at least tell you I like the beard?

Fuck you. What are you doing out there, Aaron?

Do you remember why we're here? What this is?

This is a boring hearing about security protocol.

That's what this is.

It's not some fucking open mic night for foiled-hat wing-nuts to talk insane shit

about what they think happened at the White House.

Where was Harry Hollinger for the 22 minutes he left the East Room?

You have let them turn this thing into a fucking circus.

No, no, no. Worse than a circus.

Worse than a circus?

You have let them turn this thing into a murder mystery.

And that is bad. That is very, very bad.

Do you wanna know why that is bad?

Yeah, I mean, murder mysteries are so popular right now.

- Every time I turn on my TV-- - Exactly!

People like a murder mystery. They think they're fun. And it is fun.

You have the Library and the Game Room and the missing weapons

and now-- oh, yay!--

a disappearing detective! How great is that?

People start to think, "Oh, I can play detective too."

"Is that a clue? Is that a fucking clue?"

"Oh, I love a whodunnit. Whodunnit?!"

And that's the thing about murder mysteries, Aaron:

The person whodunnit is always the person you suspect the most.

Not the least. The most.

You've just been trained not to suspect them.

But underneath it all, you really do.

And you know who that person is in your murder mystery right now, Aaron?

Do you know who that is?

- The Swiss guy? - Yes!

Me!

Oh yeah. Maybe.

I don't know. The Swiss guy seems shifty to me.

You need to get this whole fucking thing under control, Aaron.

I got it. I got it.

Look, if it comes to it, I can always make a deal with her. Don't worry.

You can't make deals with people like that.

- People like what? - Like that. Like her.

People like Margery Bay Bix.

These people are different.

These people are exactly the same people as they've always been,

and we've always made deals with them.

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Whodunnit?

What?

Whodunnit, Harry?

I want to know.

See?

This your first time up here?

Third time.

- Third time? - Yes.

- You've done that three times? - Nemesis bird.

- Sorry? - Nemesis bird.

That's what you call the one you can't find and can't let go.

You'd think all the ones you do find would be enough, but it's never like that.

Sounds like a country song.

What's the one that was just overhead here?

Golden-headed Quetzal.

- Not your bird? - Not my bird.

My bird is the Giant Antpitta.

But the Quetzal is a beautiful bird, and I'm happy to see it.

And they all help.

Everything fits together.

We weren't allowed to go in.

She was very clear about that, and we respected that.

We just stood outside waiting.

Until...

Until what?

Blood!

- What? - Blood!

- Where? - Upstairs! In the Lincoln Bedroom!

What the hell are you doing in the Lincoln Bedroom?

He let me in. To sleep.

- Who? - Him!

Me?

No. What? I don't...

You walked me up, tucked me in, and said goodnight.

No, I don't remember that.

Tucked you in?

Where is the blood?

It's right there.

- Detective Cupp, is everything--? - What's that room across the hall?

The Queens Room.

And this room here? Next door to the Lincoln Bedroom?

The Treaty Room.

It's a door.

A pop door.

A linen closet.

And on the other side of the hallway? Same thing?

This?

No.

This is different.

A staircase.

A secret staircase.

A staff staircase.

- To where? - To the third floor.

The way his shoes were coming off, the way his pants were gathered.

- I have always thought that he was moved. - Moved from where?

I want everyone off this floor.

- Now. -

- Is anyone else up here? - Shouldn't be.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Mr. Jackman?

This bed is, like, 45 feet high.

Fuck. It's like climbing Mount fucking Everest.

Are you kidding me?

This room is so much nicer...

What are you doing in here?

- He told me I could sleep in here. - Who?

- Agent Trask! - Yeah?

- I told you not to let anyone up here. - I know. I know you did.

But is that really fair?

After everything Kylie and Hugh have done for us?

- And why is there no Secret Service? - We were told to stay off the floor.

I literally just said that, and I didn't mean Secret Service.

I didn't mean you told us to stay off the floor.

- Who told you to stay off? - Mr. Morgan.

Elliott Morgan?

- Yes. - When?

One of our agents got the call at 9:22 p.m. We haven't been there since.

- That's a lie. - You didn't ask the Secret Service?

No! First of all, they shouldn't be on the second floor.

That is true.

We were told that there has been a long conflict between the Morgans

and Secret Service about being upstairs, and that the Morgans have made it clear

they want them to stay off the floor as much as possible.

- I didn't say it tonight specifically. - You didn't call anyone?

Detective Cupp. It is 5:30 in the morning. I am tired.

I don't know how many times I have to answer the same question the same way.

Maybe one more time.

I didn't call anyone.

He called at 9:22 p.m. I spoke to him.

I don't know why he's saying he didn't call.

- Where were you? - Second floor, by the elevator.

- Then you left? - First Family tells you, you leave.

- I left. - Have we traced that call?

- No. - We need to do that.

- You didn't see or hear anything else? - There was the crash outside.

- Other than that? - No. Nothing.

Except for the dog.

- The dog? - Yes.

What dog?

- The Morgans' dog, Shirley. - You can't be serious.

- No, really, that's her name. - There's a dog upstairs?

- Well, she's outside now. - What about her?

- She was barking. - Okay...

But the thing is, she doesn't bark. Like, ever.

Unless there are strangers, which there aren't,

because she lives on the second floor of the White House.

- What time was that? - Around 9:30.

What did you do when you heard Shirley barking?

I was at the stairs, and then I went up.

Even though Mr. Morgan told you not to?

If my choice is to take some heat from Mr. Morgan

or risk a security breach, I'll take the heat.

- You take the heat. - I went upstairs.

Didn't see anything, came down. The barking stopped.

Curious incident.

Detective Cupp?

Yes? Oh.

Thank you.

- How long are you going to stay? - As long as it takes.

Until I see her.

Could be a long time.

I do have time.

- Don't you get lonely up here? - There are birds.

- Other people, though? - They'll be there when I need them.

What if they need you?

I brought you everything you asked for.

Thank you.

You also brought some things I didn't ask for and don't want.

- No. - Technology?

- No. - Satellite phone? Something like that?

No. Why do you say that?

- I've been up here five times. - You said three times.