The first 200 lines.
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They're not telling us what's going on.
-I know! I know! -We need to stop.
-I'm cold! -Open the fucking door!
Let's go! Let's go!
This morning,
our eighth-largest consumer bank, American Homestead,
was the target of an apparent cyberattack.
As of this hour, the bank and its customers
are unable to access their accounts.
I know! I know you're frustrated.
We're doing everything we can to restore your account information,
and we'll open as soon as we can.
Our first priority must be to safeguard
the rest of our financial system, which is why, just moments ago,
Congress passed the emergency measure I've now signed into law placing
an immediate freeze through the weekend on all financial activity.
No wire transfers, no withdrawals, no credit card transactions.
All markets will be closed
until we are certain that we can protect other institutions from a similar attack.
Let us in and give us our fucking money!
-What happens after the weekend? - Are any of our systems safe?
I spoke with former President Mullen just moments ago.
As of this morning, he believes that he has a suspect in custody
who may be at the center of both events.
Is that Evan Green?
He has a suspect.
Mullen is driving us all off a fucking cliff.
You need to take back the wheel.
Let me guess, and hand it to you?
The bank is its own thing, unrelated to Zero Day.
And Evan Green's got nothing to do with it.
Yeah? And how would you know that?
I chaired House Judiciary for eight years.
I talked to more people at the FBI than the damn director,
and they all say this is another copycat.
I hired the damn director.
If he has something to tell me, he'll call me.
Advocating the overthrow of our banking system,
the erasure of customer data,
redistribution of wealth,
segments you repeatedly aired three months before the attack.
I'm… I'm sorry. I'm… I'm a little… confused.
You… You brought me down here just to tell me you're a fan of the show?
Tell us about Leon, Evan.
How he and his Reaper friends spread the Zero Day malware.
How they attacked American Homestead this morning.
Tell me about Anna Sindler.
You're three weeks in.
Three weeks, and you got nothing.
That's pathetic.
You can keep me here as long as you like. It's great for ratings.
Every minute I'm here, my audience grows.
We have texts, emails, dozens of them, from you to members of the Reapers,
openly colluding.
And you must know no hard drive is ever truly erased.
So what are we going to find when we restore yours?
Well. Teens, gang bangs,
CBTs, small penis humiliation…
You just think this is a big fucking joke, don't you?
Tearing this country apart, lighting fires just to make a buck.
You're a fucking parasite.
I'd like my lawyer. Now.
As a detainee of this commission, you are not entitled to counsel.
That's okay, Carl. Let the man have his lawyer.
Well, how sure are we that Green is behind both attacks?
We're following the evidence.
Mullen believes Green might be hiding something.
You need to talk some sense into him.
You can't still think that he listens to me.
I just mean, are we considering other suspects?
Says the guy who gave us the fucking photos?
Look, this is going south fast.
Come Monday, if we don't reopen the banks, we're fucked.
And if we do,
and everyone wants their money because we haven't solved this--
-Yes. Then it's a disaster. I know. - I just think--
Don't think. Get to your desk.
Call DOD. White House wants to deploy 200,000 additional National Guard.
- We need to coordinate. -Okay, okay.
It all comes apart. Your father can't help us anymore,
but he can hurt us.
He needs to understand that.
So, how's your day?
Peachy.
How I always pictured the apocalypse.
Fuck, what time did we go to sleep last night?
God, I don't even know.
What do you think he'd do right now?
Nick?
Run.
Not look back.
Why don't we?
Just fucking…
run.
We find us
some cozy little place in,
I don't know, Belize?
New Zealand?
Costa Rica?
It's really not that crazy,
considering the fucking shitstorm
that we're in.
If things continue,
and the mob storms the castle and comes for all of our heads,
everyone's gonna be trying to figure out where the nearest exit is,
and we could just be gone.
Right?
Yeah, I think we'd probably kill each other in, like, two days.
- -
Hey.
You've known my dad a really long time, right?
I mean, you probably know him better than me at this point, so just…
What is going on with him?
He hasn't been himself.
The kill chain analysis is still underway.
Sir, even with the transaction freeze,
people want to be sure that their balances are intact.
In the last hour, we've seen the apps and websites
of perfectly healthy banks crash with all the traffic.
And that has spawned mass speculation online
that all bank accounts have been "Homesteaded," zeroed out.
Well, we have to work even harder on getting the truth out.
It's not that simple.
A lot of the traffic isn't organic.
It's being amplified, along with some increasingly pointed criticism of you
by Monica Kidder.
She's putting this second attack at your feet.
So, what are the options?
Change the narrative.
Accept the invitation to testify at the Oversight Committee.
No, I won't be testifying. Not until we're done.
Has Green shared anything useful?
Not yet. He's meeting with his lawyer. Then he's meeting with me.
Good. Thank you. That's all.
Carl mentioned you asked Green something odd
about someone called Anna Sindler.
I threw a lot at him just to keep him off balance.
We need him to break, which is why I have to get back to work.
My followers must be through the roof, right?
And did you check the spike in traffic to the site? Will you?
And… And when you get out of here, I want you to call Jason.
Let's get that merch going.
Let's get T-shirts. Let's get cups. Let's get hats. People fucking love hats.
And, you know, let's get my face on it with… with, like, Mandela, MLK.
Evan, I don't think you grasp how serious your situation is.
Come on, Bob, will you relax?
Okay? Relax.
They can't keep me in this shithole forever.
And I'm telling you they can.
As you pointed out repeatedly on your own show,
they threw out the Constitution when they authorized this commission.
Yeah, but come on.
I'm a prominent public figure with a grassroots movement behind me.
Who just wiped his hard drives with no explanation.
-How do you think that looks? -Now that they hauled me in here?
That looks pretty fucking smart.
You need to talk.
You have to tell them everything you know
about the whack jobs you love slumming it with.
That's who they're after.
First thing, Bob, they're called guests, okay?
Just because I have them on my show doesn't mean I'm shacking up with them.
-Evan. -Oh, Jesus Christ, Bob.
Are you buying their bullshit too?
It's still a free country last time I checked.
No, it's not.
Not anymore.
I'm not here as your lawyer, Evan.
You don't get one.
The only reason they let me in here was to try to talk some sense into you.
And if I have failed to do that, then God help you.
Because if you don't give them something,
I can't tell you what they'll do next.
- -
Mr. McKenna?
I'm Valerie Whitesell. I work for--
I know who you work for. I want nothing to do with it.
No, no, no. Please. I came to talk to you about Proteus.
Looks like somebody's brought it back.
I need your help, and I'm running out of time.
Please.
- How'd you find me? - It wasn't easy.
You were the only scientist from the original team
that I was able to track down.
-Well, the others are all dead. -So you're suggesting--
Well, we were secretly designing neurological weapons
for the United States government.
Complete violation of the Geneva Convention
and every single other international arms control treaty that there was.
So, yeah.
We knew the risks.
I need to know what Proteus would do to a person
if somehow it was revived and the weapon was completed.
The idea behind Proteus was to inflict a traumatic brain injury
from a distance with surgical precision.
An injury whose origin could never be definitively traced.
So if someone somehow has perfected it, and they are using it right now,
what would the symptoms be?
I'm beginning to wonder
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