Hostages

Previously on Hostages...

Who gave the order to shoot?

I did. I'm FBI Special Agent Duncan Carlisle.

He switched places with the hostage.

What if you'd been wrong?

I wasn't.

When is Mommy coming home?

Mommy needs to rest, honey. So she can get better.

Dr. Sanders! How does it feel to be responsible

for the life of the President of the United States?

His life is no more important than any of my patients'.

Which is to say, it's the most important thing in the world.

- How was your day? - Not as exciting as yours.

- It was just a press conference. - With the President.

Mom, what are you doing home? Did you get fired?

I came home early to cook dinner.

- Are you ready? - Let's do it.

Why are you doing this?

You are going to kill the President of the United States, Ellen.

Otherwise, we will kill your family.

We know all your secrets.

Sometimes you have to do a bad thing for a good reason.

Mr. President. How are you feeling?

I have full confidence in you.

We've just been told that the President

will not be undergoing surgery today.

He was mistakenly given a blood thinner

only hours before his scheduled surgery.

Dr. Sanders. How do you feel about this setback?

- Are you upset? - No. I don't give up that easily.

Excuse me, Dr. Sanders? We need you to come with us.

Now.

Are you okay?

I can't believe this is happening.

I'm positive I gave him the right medication.

I have no idea what...

You are not to blame, Angela. Everything's gonna be...

Ma'am. Please step into the conference room.

Dr. Sanders. Agent Hoffman.

Won't you have a seat.

Is everything all right with the President?

Oh, yes. Thanks to you, Dr. Sanders.

But as you might imagine,

the Secret Service takes any potential threat to the President's life

very seriously, so I'm here to find out exactly what happened.

Good. I'm glad. I feel terrible about this.

About what?

About someone accidentally giving him the wrong medication.

Why are you so sure that it was an accident?

I suppose I can't imagine someone doing this on purpose.

Other than you, how many medical professionals had direct access

to the President this morning?

Two doctors and five nurses.

And how did you know that the President had been given a blood thinner?

When he was in pre-op, I noticed an unusual amount of blood

forming around the catheter in his arm.

I was concerned that he might not be clotting properly.

So I ordered additional tests, and when I saw the results,

I realized he must have been given a blood thinner.

And I called off the surgery.

Because it would have been too risky?

Because he would have died.

Anything out of the ordinary happen prior to that point in time?

No. Not at all. I did everything according to standard procedure.

Is there anything else we should know?

Sir. You asked to see these the second they came in.

Excuse me a moment.

How are Morgan and Jake getting along with your new house guests?

I'm sorry for the interruption.

Is there anything else you would like to share?

Jake? Morgan?

Where's my family?

I'm impressed.

Where are they?

I knew you were resourceful, Ellen, but I have to admit,

I didn't see this coming.

Brian!

Jake!

Save your breath, Ellen.

What have you done with them?

Did you really think you'd get away with this?

That there'd be no consequences?

Please... I just... I couldn't go through with it.

But I will, I can definitely do it.

You expect me to believe that?

Just tell me you didn't hurt my family.

Please.

You should have thought about them sooner.

It's not too late. I didn't say anything.

Nobody knows you're here.

I can still do what you want. Nothing has changed!

If only that were the case.

Your clever little ruse has made everything much more difficult.

Oh, no!

One of them has to die.

It's up to you.

No, I... I can't...

Then I'll kill them all.

Please. Don't do this.

Nice, thick walls.

Nobody will hear a thing.

Is it him?

- Her? - Not my children!

So the answer is Brian. Good.

But I want you to do it.

Please...

No, please... I...

You can do it, Ellen.

- No, I can't. - You can.

No, no, I can't... I...

Yes, you can.

You're tougher than you think.

I'm gonna count to three.

One...

Two...

Three.

See?

You are a killer.

You're okay, you're okay. You're gonna be all right.

Ask me, you should have shot him for real.

Sometimes a mind game is more effective.

Let me know when you want me to bring them upstairs.

How come you didn't tell me this was about the President?

Would it have made a difference?

Don't play hostage negotiator. Not with me.

You know how this works, Archer. The less everybody knows, the better.

It protects us all, in case things go sideways.

I'm a big boy, D. I don't need protection. Just facts.

Okay. Ask me anything you want.

Who else is involved?

My contact is an official inside the White House. That's all I know.

- You trust him? - No.

You really didn't ask?

Why not?

None of my business. Truth is, I don't really care.

I want to know what's going on. Is this guy a terrorist? A lunatic?

No, not even close.

I signed on for a simple blackmail gig, 24 hours, in and out.

Not an assassination attempt.

You saying you want to walk?

Depends on the deal.

He'll make it right. He's a stand-up dude.

Stand-up dudes don't lie.

You done?

Yeah. All set.

Good. Let's get the family upstairs.

There.

Beginning tomorrow, you're going to return to your normal lives.

For the next two weeks, you will carry on as if nothing is wrong.

We'll be watching you. Listening to you.

Every move you make, even when we're not with you,

we'll be with you.

You will do as we say.

You will come home at the exact time we tell you.

If you say a word about this to anyone... anyone...

a friend, a teacher, a dog...

the rest of your family will be killed.

What's that?

Wash your hands, Dr. Sanders.

Take off your shirt, Jake.

- What? - I won't ask again.

What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna implant a GPS chip into everyone.

Think of it as an invisible leash.

You're the surgeon, Ellen, I'm happy to do it myself if you want.

Your choice.

Ow, stop, please.

Hang in there, sweetheart.

Ah. Ow.

I know, baby. You're doing great. We're almost done.

Okay, I'm just going to close it up.

Ow!

It'll be done soon. I promise.

- I'll do the cutting. - No.

Excuse me?

No one touches Dr. Sanders.

I'm not worried about you, Ellen.

As long as I have your family, you're not going anywhere.

Your devices have all been cloned.

We can listen to every call, read every text,

track every Google search.

Even when your phones are off,

we can still hear you, we can still find you.

We need to talk.

Brian's had half a dozen texts. What do you want to do?

Take him for a drive.

You. You're coming with me.

What are you talking about?

- Let's go. - No!

What the hell is going on? Where are you taking him?

Quiet. You've lost the right to ask questions.

- Your friend Sandrine. - Yeah.

When you brought her on it was a one day operation, in and out.

Now it's more complicated.

She'll be fine.

I met her in Afghanistan, she's tough as hell.

- Where are we going? - Keep your mouth shut.

Why are you doing this?

My daddy didn't pay enough attention to me.

I can't believe this.