Zero Day

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Uh-huh, yeah. No, I get that.

I get that. Hold on one second.

Not too pretty, okay? I want to look like I haven't slept.

Three minutes, Mr. Green.

It's Annie, right? Okay, you're new, so I'll give you a pass. It's Evan.

Please call me Evan, okay? Thank you.

Yeah, you still there? Look, I said to him courtside or not at all.

Well, then you tell him to go fuck himself.

Hey, Veronica.

Hey, monsters.

-Hey, I said no screen time. -Sorry.

Don't let them guilt you. They drove the last one nuts.

All right, people, let's do this.

-Good afternoon, everyone. - Hey, Evan.

Good afternoon.

- Hey. - All right.

Last looks?

Fuck last looks. I don't need them.

Glasses.

Everybody settle.

Five, four, three…

Evening, folks.

I'll begin tonight with something that is shaking me to my core.

Something that should be keeping you up at night too.

The Reapers.

America's most popular domestic terror organization

that nobody has ever heard of before last night.

Now, the lamestream media says they are the bad guys.

They're all applauding Mullen for his big break.

But are the Reapers really the evil masterminds behind Zero Day?

Or are they just another scapegoat being sold to shut us up?

All over the country, Mullen is rounding up regular Americans.

Hardworking men and women, he says, are tied to these Reapers.

But where is the proof?

Just filled up at the 76, headed toward the light at Killian Drive.

Every single expert said Russia attacked us.

But George Mullen, hiding in his black tower,

decided this is the narrative we should buy,

the tall tale we need to get behind.

And, folks, we most certainly should not.

Because Mullen is lying to you,

just like he did when he was back in office.

By saying the attack came from within,

he's got us right where he and his corporate overlords want us.

He's blaming the working man, blaming people like you and me.

He's blaming a group no one has ever heard of.

Something to say, Carl?

Sir, respectfully, we don't have to get these warrants.

We don't, but we're going to.

Police! Search warrant! Hands up! Let me see your hands!

- Don't move! -

Grab him!

- - Hands up!

- -

Mr. President, I'm sorry, but he insisted.

Apologies for the intrusion, George.

Uh, it's all right, Allison. You can close the door.

Some show the other day.

Yeah, if you call truth and transparency a show.

Truth, huh?

In the last 16 hours, we've arrested 41 members of the Reapers.

We're confident one of the detainees can tell us who modified the malware,

who's controlling it now, and who can unleash it again.

Okay, let's get everybody in here on a staggered schedule,

twelve hours on, six hours off.

From now on, all the department heads are gonna meet at 0600 and 1800

to prep in advance for all the briefings. I don't want to waste the boss's time.

- Got it. -Valerie.

Roger. Thanks, Carl.

I'm assuming you got a call about this.

-We don't have to have a conversation. -I did. No, we don't.

-Good. Hi. -Hi.

Let's… let's try and keep it in your pants this time, okay?

I'm sure you're gonna find some way to be useful.

-Oh. -I'm gonna go talk to the boss.

I'm told Mullen's in a meeting.

-With who? - Director Lasch. CIA.

Yeah. I know who that is. Jesus.

I know we didn't always see eye to eye in the past,

but I never thought you took me for a fool.

Attacking Russia for something they didn't do

would seem foolhearted to me, wouldn't it to you?

Remember Iraq?

The Reapers lead is solid.

I should hope so.

You got people thinking their neighbors are terrorists.

You and I had a conversation the other day.

How this had to work, what was at stake,

and why it had to go a certain way.

I know.

But I run this investigation.

Not the White House, not the CIA. I run it.

Okay, fine. Play it your way.

And Proteus?

Jesus, George.

What about it?

If it's a threat, it won't work.

-Gentlemen. -Valerie.

- Jeremy. -Happy to see you back at the helm.

I'm sorry to have to cut this short, but President Mullen has someplace to be.

I was just on my way out. Best of luck, pal.

Jeremy.

That won't happen again.

-The latest. -Thanks.

And welcome.

Thank you.

We have to… We should…

Yeah, we will. Later. We got a lot of work to do.

- Your coffee, Mr. President. -Not now, Allison. Thanks.

Uh, Roger, would you come in?

-Just give me a minute. -Of course.

- Thank you. -Have at it.

No one goes in that office without me knowing about it first.

Okay? I don't care if you have to pull a fire alarm to stop it.

And clear out this office. This is gonna be mine.

-That's Mr. Carlson's. - And?

Where should I put his stuff?

Someplace else?

I spoke to her parents,

who confirmed that she was indeed buried.

It was a paperwork mix-up at the morgue.

Just an amazing coincidence.

So they're sure it was her?

As sure as a parent can be about their kid, I guess.

I have no doubt they believe whoever they buried was their daughter,

but, uh, how do we really know for sure?

You'd like proof, sir?

I would.

Right away.

Oh, Roger, also, could you call Dr. Kronberg

and ask him for a list of my prescriptions and then get the refills?

Will do.

-What was that about? -I don't know. Why don't you ask him?

Hey.

-I don't care if he's your A.A. sponsor. - N.A.

-Nothing happens without me knowing. -I'm a recovering drug addict…

- You understand? -Whatever you say, Valerie.

Enjoy my fucking office.

No one likes to see Americans pulled off the street,

but if these Reapers are as dangerous as Mullen says they are,

we need to act quickly.

We asked him to do a job, and he's doing it.

He seems confident in this lead,

but I'm going to remain cautiously optimistic.

The Reapers might just be the tip of this iceberg.

Extremism is a cancer, and I--

Good morning. We'll see temperatures--

-For Americans who-- -Trying to--

The Reapers lie is about to be exposed right here on this program.

George Mullen thinks he's a comic book superhero,

but in fact, he's the villain, and he just proved it.

Truth Bomb coming your way soon. Stay tuned.

- - Alexandra!

Are you comfortable with these mass arrests?

What's the Oversight Committee doing

to ensure these detentions are justified?

I called and texted.

Hello.

Having fun yet?

I think I'm gonna need security.

I'll talk to the Sergeant at Arms.

But what you really need is a good answer to their questions.

And, uh, you're gonna give me one?

It's time for the Oversight Committee to exercise some oversight.

Kicking down doors on Main Street?

The American people are gonna get tired of that real quick.

Polls I've seen say the country is behind him.

Sixty-eight percent say the investigation's on the right track.

He was 74% 24 hours ago.

And that was before Evan Green announced that he has evidence a kid got arrested.

-Since when? -Twenty minutes ago.

Promised to go live with the mom.

Okay, what's the play?

Get your father to answer for this.

To justify his investigation of the Reapers to the American people

or move on.

Is it really yielding any results? Is it too narrowly focused?

-You want him to testify. -He'll stall, I know.

-St… Stonewall. -Not you.

I'm a congresswoman. I'm not Daddy's little girl.

Like it or not, you're both.

Haven't I always believed in you?

Hmm?

When no one else could see past your family's name

or the size of your Instagram following,

I knew you were serious.

A force to be reckoned with.

As you say, you're a congresswoman.

Recently named to the committee charged with ensuring

that the most powerful investigative body in the history of this country

does its job properly.

You do this right and get us the answers we need,

no one will ever question who you are ever again.