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Great day to watch a game.
But first things first.
More important things to do.
Thomas to Stevens.
ETA 1700.
Thank you.
The Cherokees and the Mammoths
with the right to go on to the playoffs.
And their biggest fan, President Harmon,
who hasn't missed a game all season...
is not here today. Can you believe it?
It's true, Dave. But for a good reason.
Instead he's attending
the National Merit Awards...
at Arlington University.
And I got a feeling that somehow
he's gonna get to a radio or television.
- There's no way he's gonna miss this one.
- You're absolutely right, Ernie.
And I believe that we are set now
for the kickoff...
and you are about to see it live.
So, Alex...
- who won the last game?
- I did, Mr. President.
That makes three in a row?
- Yeah. Honey?
- Oh, yes.
It's too bad
that this speech had to be today...
since it's the last home game
you could officially see as President.
But they're gonna be
a lot more fun to watch...
when I don't have to run a country
at the same time.
Oh, boy, state dinners every night
do get a bit old.
I can hardly wait to curl up on the couch
with a box of Krispy Kremes.
Alex.
- Thank you, Mr. President.
- You're welcome.
Okay. The other side, ma'am.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
And here's Mr. Stevens.
Stevens! Mr. Stevens!
Okay, thanks.
Excuse me.
The President has decided to spend
a few minutes with you upon his arrival.
And he should be here shortly.
Mr. Stevens, is the President
backing the Vice President?
Mr. Stevens, can you tell us about security?
We're on approach.
Excuse me.
Gun!
Get Air Med over here!
Get Air Med over here, now!
We're en route to your location
with the President of the United States.
He has a gunshot wound to the head,
one entry wound.
Patient is trauma-coded.
We have a large-bore IV running wide open.
ETA is in five minutes.
I'm just gonna go to the closest hospital.
I guess that's where they're gonna take him.
All right.
And let me know if you need anything.
Okay, thanks.
I'll call you as soon as I have something.
There they are. Let's go.
Hurry up. This way.
- Secured.
- Locking.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You have an open wound. You're not sterile.
I can't leave his side. He's my responsibility.
In here, he's my responsibility.
Nurse, take him to the ER.
I'll be with him all the way through.
You're a lucky man. X-ray looks good.
No broken bones.
Take it easy on the hand for a few weeks.
You'll be fine.
Feels like forever.
- How's the hand?
- Fine, thank you, ma'am.
Alex.
You were there.
How was he?
Alex, please talk to me.
It didn't look good.
I need a minute to myself.
Doctor...
- would you please inform the press?
- Of course.
Thank you.
Ma'am, I'm sorry for your loss.
If you need a few private moments
with him...
I don't want to see him like that.
Special Agent Thomas?
Hi, I'm Kate Crawford
from the Washington Inlander.
I know who you are.
Then talk to me. You might need a friend.
Let's go.
- Hey.
- Hi.
How did you get into his army records?
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Your sources,
have they given you anything?
Well, the Secret Service had him on file
as a Class Three threat case.
Crank letter writer.
Then how the hell did he get
anywhere near the President?
Because they don't assign agents
to high-level threat cases...
unless they live in the immediate area.
Detimore's not from here.
So you don't know anything
that anybody else doesn't know.
Bite me, Peter. The guy's a ghost.
He has no bank statements,
he has no credit records.
He paid his rent in cash.
And, oddly enough,
his personal history's been erased...
since he left the army in '92.
I'm gonna go back to the campus.
See if I can talk to anyone
who saw him yesterday.
Get a different take on it.
Fine, but I want daily reports.
Not your

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