[Man Over Radio] Hilton security room, be advised.
Rawhide moving to the cars.
[Woman Over Radio] Security room, copy. All posts, all posts, be advised.
Rawhide moving to the cars.
- [Gunshots] - [Man #2] Shots fired! Shots fired!
- [Man #3] Gun! Gun! Gun! - [Gunshot]
- [People Screaming] - [Man #3] Secure the scene!
[Gunshot]
[Man] We need a car. We need a transport. We need to get transport over here quickly.
- [People Shouting] - [Siren Wailing]
[Man] Move it to the car. Move it to the car.
- [Siren Continues] - [Men Over Radio, Indistinct]
[Voices Overlapping Over Radios]
[Siren Fades]
[Beeping]
[Groans]
Welcome to SportsCenter here on E.S.P.N. as the preseason draws to a close.
Detroit beat New Orleans, a closer game, 28-20, as the start of the new season approaches.
[Man #2] We saw Philadelphia absolutely crush Washington last night.
And in other preseason action, we watched as New York handled Chicago, easily, 42-
[Gate Buzzes]
Good morning, Jack.
[Beeps]
[Man Over Radio, Indistinct]
[Gate Buzzes]
[Woman Over Radio] Command Post to Tomahawk 7. What's your status?
[Man Over Radio] Tomahawk 7, copy. Sector is all clear.
[Woman Over Radio] Okay, Seven, break. Tomahawk 8, what's your status?
[Man #2 Over Radio] Command Post, from Eight. Eight is clear, all clear.
- Good morning, gentlemen. - Good morning, Mr. President.
- Your locator, sir. - Thank you very much.
- Today's brief, sir. - Thank you.
- Everybody sleep well? - Mmm. Thank you.
- Yes, sir. - Okay.
[Man Over Radio] Command Post, from A-4. Be advised.
Classic has received his locator and brief and is up and about.
[Woman Over Radio] A- 4, from Command Post, roger that.
Everybody, Classic is up and about.
[Voices Overlapping Over Radios]
- Hey, Jack. - Hey, Charl.
[Chuckles] Come on, come on. Cough it up.
- Ah, goddamn spread. - Cough up.
- Yeah. - Listen, uh, I want to talk to you about something.
- Give me a call after work, would you? - He's a glutton for punishment.
- Yeah, yeah. - Aziz, good morning. We can talk now.
- No, no. I got a theory I want to float by you. - Everything all right?
- Yeah, everything's good. Everything's good. - All right.
Pete. After work, right?
[People Chattering, Indistinct]
- You know what I'm sayin'? - Well, if they can get anything for him, right? He's junk.
Aziz, don't give up soccer, huh?
- Hey, Teddy. Welcome back. - Hey, thanks.
- Gar. - Buddy.
How'd the antiterrorist training go?
Six weeks running around Fort Benning in the rain. I wish I could do it all over again.
- Well, that can be arranged. - [Chuckles]
- Tom. - Good mornin', Pete.
- Is she in the gym? - No, uh, phone to Europe.
By the way, you, uh, made Time.
It's very fancy.
- Ooh, I look good. - [Teddy Laughs]
Can I get a cup of coffee before we- What's happening at Camp David?
Matt's getting closer with Ben-Itzak on the EastJerusalem proposal...
but it's gonna take your visit to get him to agree.
- What about Abu Jallal? - If we can work out the water issues, he'll support it.
But again, we're not gonna get any firm commitments until they have face time on Friday.
I'll be there. I'm just not gonna hang around, 'cause it loses its effectiveness.
- I understand, sir. - Thank you, Sue. Good morning.
A- 4 to Command Post. Classic is in the Oval.
So, we will depart the House at 12:55 p. m...
arrive at Chilton Street School at 1:10.
There is a diagram of the school with your paperwork.
- Boss. - Thank you.
- [Slurping] - [People Laughing]
- Kiss ass. - Uh, speeches and signings...
- should take under 90 minutes... - Where's my coffee?
after which Classic will return for meetings in the Oval.
- Cincinnati's next move is T.B.D. - What's the "B" stand for?
Brass ones. Which you don't have.
- [Man] Ooh, ouch. - Any other questions? Let's get to work.
[Woman Over Radio] Command Post to all units...
Pontiac and Raven are in the yard and ready to go.
Cincinnati's on the move.
[Woman Over Radio] Copy that. All posts, be advised.
Cincinnati moving to the cars. Break. Montrose, what's your status?
- Jill, we are off to- - We're off to school.
- Right. - Classic is moving.
[Woman Over Radio] Montrose, Command Post, copy that. Break, all posts, all posts...
be advised, Classic moving to the cars.
[Man Over Radio] Copy, Command. Cincinnati is in the car.
- [Man #2 Over Radio] Classic is in the car. - [Man #3] One and two back.
[Man #4 Over Radio] Break. Command Post, signal departure, en route. Canvas his location.
We're set.
[Sirens Wailing]
[Man Over Radio] This is Chilton security. Countersnipers in place.
[Sirens Continue]
Ah, damn locator.
[Woman Over Radio] School security room, from E.O.D. 1, be advised...
the sweeps are now complete.
[Man Over Radio] All posts, be advised, full security now in effect.
- Thanks for doing this with me, hon. - Hmm.
- I think I'll go to the beach house this afternoon. - All right.
[Woman Over Radio] Command Post to Apache. Heads up.
[Sirens Continue]
[Man, Distorted, Indistinct]
[Door Buzzes]
- Can I help you? - Um, Agent Breckinridge's office.
Thanks.
- Anything else I can help you with? - No. I'm fine. Thanks.
Agent Breckinridge. Jill Marin, sir.
Your secretary said I could come in.
- [Man] Secretary? - You're late.
[Chuckles] It's a minute past.
- Yeah. And that makes you late. - Right. Sorry.
Hispanic woman. Four languages. Computer skills.
Second in your class at the Academy. Well, aren't you the recruiting poster.
Résumés don't mean a lot to me, and they mean absolutely nothing on the street.
Any other supportive advice before we get to know each other?
As a matter of fact, there is. If you want a career here in P.I.D., you might want to...
invest in some more appropriate clothing.
I was ordered to take you on. That's why I'm here. You requested me as a T.A. Why?
My field instructor at the Academy said you're the best investigator we have.
- Who is that? - Pete Garrison.
Right.
[Man Over Radio] Command Post, from Apache. Follow up. We have an arrival.
[People Cheering]
Hi there. Careful now.
[Woman Over Radio] All posts, from Command Post.
Hold all radio for central traffic only. We have an arrival.
[Man] Sorry, folks, no autographs. Can I see your hands, sir?
[Speaking German]
At your 6:00,Jefferson. Tweed jacket, halfway up the church steps.
What's the matter, Pete? You see somebody on the watch list?
- He just doesn't look right. - [Man Over Radio] Security room, check out the top view.
- It'll be just another minute, sir. - All right.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
- [Cheering Continues] - Hi, sir. Could we see your hands, please?
- Huh? What are- - Take your hands out of the jacket.
- We're clear. - [Man Over Radio] All right. Classic's coming out.
I think we should hold hands.
Fine.
[Man Over Radio] All posts, from Chilton security. We're comin' out.
[Crowd Cheering]
[Man] Mr. President, keep up the good work!
[Man #2] Hey, Mr. President!
[Camera Shutters Clicking]
- Hi. How are you? - President Ballentine!
How are you? How are you? Nice to meet you.
[Man Over Radio] All posts, all posts, Classic and Cinci moving to hold.
- Cincinnati's going direct to the beach house. - Got it.
## [Singing]
- ##[Singing Continues] - [No Audible Dialogue]
- ## [Ends] - Now, I want to introduce you to someone-
[Man Over Radio] Chilton security to all posts. Classic wrapping up.
- [Ballentine] My wife, Sarah. - [Applause]
Thank you.
[Man Over Radio] DiPaola to command. Cincinnati leaving school for Serenity.
Break. DiPaola to Serenity security room. E. T.A. 1800 hours.
How do you think it went in there?
- Excuse me, ma'am, are you talking to me? - Yes.
I thought it was, uh, an excellent speech.
- One to 10? - Ten, ma'am.
You're not a very good liar, Pete.
- Seriously? - Yes. I-I really want to know.
- 9.5. - [Chuckles]
Excuse me.
[Groans]
[Woman] Charlie?
Charlie. Charlie! Oh, my God. Charlie.
Somebody! Help! Charlie. Charlie. Somebody help!
[Man, Distorted, Indistinct]
I just wanted to say hi. I just want to let you know what's goin' on.
I hate you. [Chuckles]
I saw you on the news. I got your message. I know you want me to kill you.
- Excuse me. - Um, yeah. Sorry.
- So all of these are from last week? - That's about half of them.
- [Typing] - And then there are the verbal threats.
[Man] He's a dead man. I'm gonna kill him and his whole family.
He's ruinin' this country, and I'm gonna gut him like a fish.
- They sound worse in English. - Yeah.
We got this guy yesterday. Did you translate this?
- No. But whoever did's not a native speaker. - How do you know that?
Well, he translated here- [Reading Spanish]
And that literally means "to put pressure on him, he bit the guy."
As if he was being tortured. But that's not what it means here.
It's slang. It means he bribed him.
He didn't bite him.
[Chuckles] Good.
We need to talk.
I think you have a little spinach or something in your teeth.
I want you to route all calls through to my cell.
You picked a hell of a day to start your field work.
- Button up your jacket. - Why? What goin' on?
[Man Over Radio] Dispatch, this is Charlie 9. Units on scene.
- Here comes the Secret Service. - I really don't need them breathin' down my neck.
What do they know about investigatin' murder?
She can breathe down my neck.
But not him.
Agents Breckinridge, Marin. Secret Service.
- You guys bring lunch? - Not today.
The way I see it, he hands over the wallet.
As the guy reaches for it, Merriweather goes for his gun.
Bad guy shoots him first.
- You think this is a street crime? - In my gut, yeah.
You know my problem with gut feelings?
Once you have them, the only evidence you see...
is the evidence that reinforces your gut feeling.
- Human nature. - There's no money left in his wallet...
and there's been a series of robberies here the last two months.
You have some reason to think it wasn't a robbery?
Well, Agent Merriweather spent the last 25 years honing his ability to sense danger...
to notice anything outside of the ordinary...
so for some average street criminal to get the drop on him-yeah, it raises questions.
Not to mention that he's been shot here twice with a.45.
I'm gonna take a guess here, but from your initial canvassing, I bet you no one heard anything.
Any homicide cop will tell you that sort of thing happens all the time.
Yeah, I bet they would, Detective.
- Rosario. - [Speaking Spanish]
Anyone want anything to eat or drink?
- Uh, no, thanks, ma'am. I think we're fine. - Well, I'm hungry.
Tom, sweep downstairs and go for dinner. I'll sweep upstairs, sit post till the shift change.
You sure? You've been on as long as me.
- You gonna make me change my mind? - [Chuckles]
Detective, take a look at the bullet mark on the doorjamb. The slug didn't penetrate.
It's cedar, which is a soft wood. It gets brittle with age.
- So what are you sayin'? - Bad guy used a silencer. That's why nobody heard it.
And that's what slowed down the velocity of the bullet...
and stopped it from penetrating the wood...
which it easily would have done had it been traveling at its normal rate of speed.
The shooter was standing right here.
One other thing, Detective.
Excuse me. Agent Merriweather's firearm- the safety's still on.
We assumed he just didn't have time to flick it off.
Agent Marin, why don't you explain to the detectives why that is unlikely.
If he was a police officer, it would make sense because your academy trains you...
to draw your weapon and flip the safety in two separate actions...
to avoid accidental shootings.
Our academy trains us to draw and flip in a single motion.
If he managed to draw his weapon, his safety should have been off.
A protective agent maybe draws his weapon once an entire presidential term.
When we draw our weapon, we intend to use it.
Bottom line- Agent Merriweather was assassinated.
I want the murder weapon. I don't care if you have to drag the Potomac.
If this man was one of yours, you would have treated him with a lot more respect.
Let's get a gurney up here!
[Knocking]
It always amazes me how thorough you are.
Well, we try to do the best job we can.
Hopefully you sleep better at night.
- And I definitely do. - Garrison, DiPaola. We're good on the perimeter.
- I'm 10-60. - Uh, roger, 10-60.
I let DiPaola go early, so, uh, he can...
get something to eat.
- Hi. - Hi.
You all right?
I missed you. I missed you so much.
- Just a second. - Okay.
[Chattering]
- This is outstanding. - There you go. And enjoy.
I love you, Sarah.
- [Radio Beeps] - Garrison, DiPaola. Where are you?
- Garrison, DiPaola, where are you? - Shit.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
Hi. So what the hell is going on, or-
Aziz, what are you doin' here?
Charlie Merriweather was murdered.
He- He was murdered?
P.I.D. thinks it might be connected to work.
Director put us on alert.
I'm sorry. I know he was your friend.
Was there any kind of shift in his behavior?
Was he agitated or worried about anything?
He was a little distant at breakfast on Sunday.
- Did he tell you why? - He just said he had a couple of tough days at work.
- What'd he say at breakfast? - Some gossip. Uh, it's kind of personal.
Nancy, I know how difficult this is for you...
but I need a complete picture if I'm gonna investigate this properly.
He told me that he thought Pete Garrison was having an affair with someone's wife at work.
- Just gossip. It just- - Yeah.
Probably not even true.
Look, that's all we need for now.
- You got the lead on Charlie's murder? - Screw you.
- What? - Screw you.
- You still got a problem with me? - Take your hands off of me.
Christ. It doesn't matter what I say to you.
I don't care if you got a problem with me...
but you show respect when you come to this house.
Charlie was one of my best friends.
If you have information that can help me, that I want to hear.
- Otherwise, stay out of my way. - Fine. You're a piece of work.
You know, Nancy did say one thing.
Charlie was upset about something at work. You have any idea what that might be?
- No. - Then if you figure it out, you know where to find me.
- Yeah, good. I'll send you a memo. - Do that.
- Hey. Is everything okay? - Hey, Jill. Yeah.
- You workin' with him now? - Yeah.
Keep your eyes open. You may learn a lot.
But don't listen to everything he's got to say.
- Especially about me. - Okay.
Pete.
There some problem between you two?
- I thought you were friends. - We were.
- So what happened? - It's personal.
Let's go.
- No. He can go to hell. I don't want to talk to him. - Just tell him it wasn't me.
- It wasn't anybody. - I'm not saying it was.
- I wasn't having an affair! - Cindy, I know you weren't.
What do you want me to tell him I haven't already told him 30 times? This is why I left him.
He's the most pigheaded man I've ever met.
You still love him, don't you?
[Voices Chattering Over Radios]
- Hey, Pete. Pete. - Hey, Tom.
You know a guy named Walter Xavier?
Yeah, sure. He's a snitch I used to use when I was working in counterfeiting.
Okay. Just fielded a call from this guy.
I told him you weren't running informants anymore...
offered to transfer the call to W.F.O., P.I.D.
- He said you're the only person he'd talk to. - Thanks.
There he is! Publishers Clearing House, my man! You got somethin' for me?
[Laughs] Did you fill yours out yet?
Every year my mom bugs me to fill that thing out. I never do.
Long time, no see, Walter. What's up?
Let's walk.
You got some info on that Charlie Merriweather murder?
- That agent who was killed outside his house on Monday? - Yeah.
Maybe he stumbled into something he wasn't supposed to, like I did.
- What was that something? - A plot to kill the president.
Walter, you know, it's a little more difficult than it sounds.
Not if you got somebody inside.
You saying there's a mole in the Secret Service?
That's right.
- There's an agent who wants to help assassinate the president? - That's right.
- Well, what's his name? - I don't know. I just know he exists.
Well, how? Who-Who's giving you the information?
- I want one million dollars. - What are you smoking, Walter?
- Now be serious. - I'm dead serious.
[Man Over Radio, Indistinct]
I tell you this stuff, you roll these guys up, they gonna know I'm the one.
- They'll hunt me down. - We'll put you in protective custody.
Yeah, and I'll be dead in a day. Listen, you got a traitor in your organization.
- You get me the money, and I will disappear. - I gotta be honest with you.
I find it pretty far-fetched we got agents in on an assassination attempt.
Here. Maybe this will change your mind, okay?
[Camera Zoom Whirring, Shutter Clicking]
Call signs, code words, today's encryption keys!
Yeah, whoever this traitor is...
they're either on the president's detail or in a key liaison position.
Listen, I want a list of everyone who's got "Q" clearance.
And where's the president right now?
Press conference at his house. Twenty minutes.
This morning's action demonstrates our continuing resolve...
to take on the infrastructure of terrorism...
wherever we find it anywhere around the globe.
How reliable is this guy Xavier?
I've built three counterfeiting cases using his information.
- Against who? - Mid-level guys, Barranquilla Cartel.
Sir. That's everyone with "Q" clearance.
[Ballentine] Those who actually commit terrorist acts.
Now let me point out, this is very important-
Polygraph everyone on that list...
and stand up a red team to find the traitor.
Now, I'm going to assume that the hit on Merriweather is connected to this...
so let's fold that investigation in as well.
- And we put Breckinridge in charge of the whole thing. - He's the best we've got?
- Yeah. - Pete. He's kind of a protégé of yours. What do you think?
- He'll follow the evidence wherever it leads him. - Then he's the guy.
You can have anybody you want.
From I.D., from the field. You get carte blanche.
- Not right now. - Oh, sorry.
- I can tell personnel you need to lose the rookie. - No, I'm gonna keep her.
She hasn't been ruined by years in the field.
[Man] I will blow you up. I come to bomb this country.
[Indistinct] Holy wars.
We have intel that representatives of Al-Qaeda...
have met on at least two occasions with the Barranquilla leadership.
You think it's timed to coincide with the Camp David talks?
Probably. The threat alone interferes with the process.
We pulled 50 agents in from the field.
People who haven't worked at the White House in at least two cycles.
They'll integrate with both of your teams.
We're all gonna be looking over each other's shoulders till we find this guy, sir.
Well, do what you have to to protect me, but I want the threat...
the investigation, I want everything kept classified.
As far as the public is concerned, I'm just carrying on my normal business.
- Is that clear? - Mr. President...
we're going to need to get everyone involved here.
What do you think would happen to the power of the president...
if people thought I wasn't even safe from my own Secret Service?
It took over 200 years to create the symbol of the presidency...
and I'm not gonna undermine it with something like this.
- Let's circle the wagons, okay? You all right? - Fine.
Good, let's do that. How do we proceed?
Bill, you're the guy.
You're the last line of defense.
You can protect him better than any of us can.
Is there anything else that you can think of that'll help you do that?
- Yeah. - [Coins Jingling]
This.
[Ballentine] And I promise you, right here and now, we're gonna win this one.
You can bank on it. Thank you very much. Good night.
Good night. Thank you.
Heads it's Sixth Street, tails it's Eighth.
[Siren Blares]
Bravo cars.
- This way, Mr. President. - Thank you, Bill.
Classic is moving to bravo cars.
[Woman Over Radio] Copy that. Command to alpha cars. You are off the hook.
Sir, could you put down that knife?
It's not what they wanted to hear. It's what they needed to hear.
Hello, young lady.
[People Chattering]
Where'd this guy come from?
He's an old C.I. of Garrison's. Nine, 10 years.
- Garrison? - Mm-hmm.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
[Envelope Rustling]
What's wrong?
It's nothing.
- Are you sure? - Yes. It's okay.
- How do I find Xavier? - Um, I don't know where he lives.
- He's a fanatic about not being followed. - You ever tried?
- What? - Have you ever tried?
He wants a million bucks from us, Dave. I'm sure he'll contact us.
You better be right.
You get in touch with us as soon as you find him.
Could be any one of them. It makes you a little sick, doesn't it?
- What percentage of your people have had a polygraph? - A little over half.
"Over half"? The president's life is at stake.
Heads up!
I want everybody in this room to have had a polygraph by 5:00 p.m. this afternoon...
or don't show up for work tomorrow.
- Were you born in Morocco? - No.
- Do you live in Bethesda? - No.
- [Woman] Were you born in Alabama? - No.
[Man] Have you ever had contact with child pornography?
Uh, yes. I was involved with an investigation with the bureau-
- Just yes or no answers, please. - Okay, Stan. Yes.
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Are you up? The witch hunt is on.
Get your polygraph today.
How did they get these?
Night-vision camera on a boat stabilized by a gyroscope.
Pretty sophisticated.
I'm so sorry, Sarah.
I'm sorry.
It's gotta be someone inside the Service.
Somebody could have picked it up. They're good. That's what they do.
Who?
The same agent plotting to kill John? Who?
141 years there's never been a traitor in the Secret Service.
Now, all of a sudden, there's two? I don't buy that.
Somehow they're connected.
Maybe this is the assassination?
This is a death sentence for John, a political death sentence.
That's not gonna happen.
Oh, Pete.
Sarah, I promise.
Let's get this goddamn witch hunt over with.
- Just relax. - I'm relaxed.
- Were you divorced in 1998? - No.
- Have you received adequate training for your profession? - No.
But I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express.
Have you ever violated Secret Service protocol in the past 30 days?
No.
Have you done anything in the past 30 days...
- to violate Secret Service protocol? - No.
Are you involved in a plot to kill the president of the United States?
[All] No.
I could use a few of those.
- Thanks. - You look exhausted, Bill.
- You look worse. - [Chuckles]
I haven't slept since we went on alert.
Well, I'm back on. It's worse than going to confession.
Have you done your polygraph yet?
- You know I can't even let you back on duty unless- - Yeah, I'll go now.
- [Woman] Is your name Peter Garrison? - Yes.
- Are you involved in a plot to kill the president? - No.
- Were you divorced in 1998? - Yes.
Have you violated Secret Service protocols in the last 30 days?
No.
Have you done anything to endanger the life...
of our president in the last six months?
- Not that I know of. - Yes or no answers, please.
No. No.
Welcome to Mayflower Hotel.
- [Camera Shutter Clicks] - Mayflower Hotel, can I help you? Just a moment, sir.
- Are you Mr. Garrison? - Yes.
You have a phone call. You can take it here.
- Thank you. - [Man] Walk three blocks east on Massachusetts Avenue.
- Take a left on 12th Street. Las Palmas Coffee Shop. - All right.
[Cell Phone Rings]
[Speaking Spanish]
[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
[Woman On P.A.] Now boarding on track 4, 12:13 Acela Express...
with stops in Philadelphia, New York, Boston.
Now boarding, track 4.
- [Car Engine Revving] - [Tires Squealing]
- [Siren Blaring] - F.B.I. Drop it!
- Federal agent! Federal agent! - F.B.I. Freeze! Put it down!
- The gun is going down! - All right. Back up now. Back up.
Turn around!
- What the hell were you doin' at Las Palmas? - Havin' a goddamn cup of coffee.
What the hell's goin' on here? Is that one of your agents I'm following?
Sorry for the crossover.
[Car Engines Start]
Pete! I called four times. Where the hell have you been?
We're not out of here till tomorrow.
The president decided they should arrive at the summit together. Where were you?
Oh! Excuse me.
Oh, here we are. Now, Kate, this is your weekend to catch the trout.
- I don't like worms. - No, no. This is fly-fishing.
Pete, can I talk to you a minute?
Yes, sir.
We're really, both of us...
in uncharted territory here, aren't we?
An assassin inside the Secret Service?
Inside my detail?
Now, Bill's been briefing me, of course, but...
this guy's your informant, right?
- Yes, sir. - I want to get some of this firsthand...
so let's make time at Camp David to do that, all right?
Yes, sir.
Good afternoon, Mr. President.
Good afternoon. I'll see you at dinner.
- So, Karen, how do things stand? - It's time for you to weigh in.
- Can I get you in there now for a few hours? - Absolutely.
Sarah, the wives are talking about having tea. If you could stop by, it would be great.
- Sure. - Tom, we're gonna walk it.
What's going on, Pete? Why don't they just tell us what they want?
- It's okay. It's gonna be fine. - Nothing about this feels okay or fine or-
- It will be. - Has that guy called you?
- What's his name? What's that guy's name? - Xavier.
- Has he called you? - Not yet. No.
- Katie, hi. - Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Hi. - Would you care for tea?
It's such a beautiful day. Why don't we have tea outside?
- Well, that's a great idea. How was your flight? - Short.
- [Teddy] You guys all decent? - Afraid so.
Your informant's on the phone.
- [Xavier] Do you got the money? - [Pete] I got $100,000 in cash...
and a legal document guaranteeing you the rest once the traitor's apprehended.
- Yeah, right. - Walter, we haven't screwed you in the past.
I'm not gonna start now. Otherwise, all our sources would dry up.
[Xavier Chuckles] Allenwood Mall food court at 11:00 a.m.
And don't try to bring nobody. I'll walk if I spot 'em.
I cannot get there in 20 minutes.
- Drive fast. - Okay, you heard him. Let's go.
- Breckinridge and Marin are already on the way. - All right.
- Get the money bag and a car ready, please. - Okay. Got it.
He knows we're following him. He went where he can mix up with a crowd.
There's no way we get surveillance in there.
Hold it. There's no way I'm gonna let you go without a backup. No.
- Chaminski. Chaminski goes with you. - Let's go.
[People Chattering, Laughing]
At your 1:00.
[Man Over Radio] Watch your 3:00. Watch your 3:00.
Check your 9:00.
Check your 9:00! Check your 9:00! Check your 9:00!
[Groans]
[People Screaming]
Get down! Secret Service! Get down!
[Screaming Continues]
Shots fired. Shots fired. Agent down.
[Breckinridge Over Radio] Copy that. Breckinridge to Command.
We need backup at the Allenwood Mall. Agent down.
The shooter has blond hair, dark jacket. He's on the lower level.
[Woman Over Radio] Command, copy that. Available units en route. E. T.A. 20 minutes.
[Indistinct]
[Woman Screaming]
[Siren Wailing]
They're shooting. They're right behind the doors.
Heads.
[Tires Squealing]
Pete, we're at the north end of the mall. Lower level.
I'm a hundred yards south of you.
Unholster your weapon. Keep it down.
- Work your way towards me. - Copy that. Stagger off 10 feet.
Get out of here!
Take the point.
- [Glass Breaks] - [Woman Screams]
I don't have a visual!
Go!
[People Screaming In Distance]
[Woman Over Radio] Garrison, Washington Command.
Additional agents and medical assist are en route. Break. All units, be advised.
Shots fired, Allenwood Mall. One agent is down. There are multiple civilian casualties.
Shooter is male, blond hair, dark jacket.
[Sirens Wailing]
Pete. Pete!
- [People Chattering] - [Man Over Radio, Indistinct]
You okay?
Do you have any idea why your informant wanted to have you killed?
No. I'm wondering the same thing.
You might want to figure that one out, Pete.
[Carl] Pete!
Presidential helicopter just went down.
[Woman Over TV] This is a news center special report.
The presidential helicopter, Marine One, has crashed.
[Man Over TV] Marine One, the presidential helicopter has gone down.
Whether or not the president was on board has not-
Marine One, the presidential helicopter has crashed.
It happened just moments ago about a half mile south of Camp David.
The chopper went down in some densely wooded-
[Man Over TV] We're now hearing reports the president was not on board.
Actually, we can now confirm...
that neither the president or the first lady...
were on board at the time of the crash.
The president and first lady are safe.
If you're just joining us, these are live pictures just outside Camp David...
- where earlier today, Marine One... - [Speaking Foreign Language]
went down shortly after takeoff.
Two hikers who witnessed the crash reported seeing a contrail or fiery tail...
just before that helicopter went down.
That is leading to the possibility, unconfirmed by authorities...
- Our friend was insufficiently motivated. - that the chopper was shot down...
probably by a shoulder-fired missile.
Now, we want to make clear, again...
- that the president and first lady are safe. - [Foreign Language]
[Woman] If you are just joining us, these are live pictures from the scene...
just outside of Camp David, where earlier today Marine One went down just after takeoff.
Sources say marine and Secret Service personnel were on that aircraft...
and they were killed in the crash.
This crash is being investigated by both the White House and the military.
- You failed. - [Man] I did exactly what I promised.
He wasn't on board.
That is the only thing that matters. That is the only thing I give a shit a-
Do you understand?
Now, we're gonna meet and we're gonna discuss this.
[Dial Tone Humming]
[Man] Deadly against any low-altitude aircraft...
including jets, prop planes and helicopters.
But that comes from witnesses.
- Has not been confirmed by investigators. - [Knocking]
- Again, these pictures coming to us about- - [Shuts TV Off]
Well, it sure doesn't look like you're here to bury the hatchet.
You're being investigated for treason.
- What are you talk- - Step back.
- Excuse me? - Step back.
- Hey, Jill. - Pete.
- Matt. - Pete.
Sorry for the intrusion, sir.
If I failed the polygraph, then why am I still on duty?
Director didn't want to arrest one of the guys responsible for saving Reagan's life...
without a little more evidence.
How long you been working for the Barranquilla Cartel?
What are you talking about?
- [Door Opens] - Hugo, can you come in here, please?
Pete Garrison, Special Agent Ortega with the F.B.I.
What were you doing at the Las Palmas Coffee Shop?
- I was having a cup of coffee. - Takes you four hours to have a cup of coffee?
I was killing a few hours at a coffee shop. Is there a problem with that?
Tom DiPaola said he called you four times. You never returned any of his messages.