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ELLERMAN: One truckload
of spent fuel rods

stolen by Moldovan thugs

with no expertise
in handling the material

is hardly what I would deem
a priority situation.

If the uranium comes with
its own nuclear physicist

to show 'em
how to use it...

I'd call that getting
the most bang for your buck.

Mom is hosting a conference this
week featuring Noura al-Kitabi.

I think we
should all go.

Isn't that the girl who
got acid attacked?

In Saudi Arabia, we learned
that Hizb al-Shahid

is targeting the family
of Noura al-Kitabi.

Now you're telling me
that that's the same group

that was trying to buy
the uranium?

The conference--
shut it down. Now.

(beep)
Ma'am!

This way, everybody.
We need to get out.

Allahu Akbar!

No.

(sirens wailing, line ringing)
ELIZABETH: Come on.

Please pick up.
Pick up.

Come on, come on,
pick up, pick up, please.

Hey, it's Stevie.
You can leave a message,

but you really
should be texting me.
Oh, damn it.

Stevie, listen,
as soon as you get this

I need you to call me back,
baby, okay? Really...

I need you to call me back

and let me know
that you guys are okay, okay?
(beep)

It's Ali. And you
have the talking stick.

Leave a message at the beep.
Why can I not get in touch
with my family?

(busy signal beeping)

Oh, for God's sake, now what?

The network keeps crashing.

Wh...

Turn around. We're gonna
go to St. Anne's in Virginia.
Negative, ma'am. We're

under strict protocol to get
you to the White House bunker.
No, no, I don't care.

Just turn around, now.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Not your call.

There could be
a secondary attack.

Do you really think
that might happen?
It did on 9/11.

(phone rings)

Whoa, whoa.
Uh, Nadine.

You keep trying, okay?
Yeah.

(honking)

Nadine, what is it?
What do you have?

Uh, we're getting reports
of dozens of severe injuries.

Uh, but no details yet.

We're putting all of our foreign
outposts on high alert.

No, no, no, forget
high alerts, okay?

I want every embassy
and consulate on lockdown.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, hey, wait.

Don't go anywhere.
Stay there, stay there.

I got to
call you back.

Jason.
Jason.

Hey, baby. How are you?

We just went through triage.

They're saying the bomb
is radioactive.

Do you feel sick?

Do your sisters?

No, no, we all tested negative.

Dad got us out in time.
Okay.

It's bad, Mom. I mean,
we've seen people with, like...

there's a lot of blood.

I know. Listen, deep breaths.

Listen, baby, I got to go to
the White House for a little bit

and then I'm gonna get to you
as soon as I can, all right?

You just...
put Dad on the phone, okay?

Mom, Dad went back inside.

What do you mean?
After the bomb went off.

I don't know, he wanted to help.

Where is he now?

Pull up, please.

How is she?

Who?
How's that woman?

The woman I was helping.
She was wearing

the orange dress.
Lots of injured, sir.

You feeling
any dizziness, nausea?

Uh, no, I'm fine.
I just need to call my wife.

Sample is positive.

How long were you
at ground zero?

Uh, I don't know--
seven, ten minutes.

Look at this.
What is that?

He's deteriorating.
Hazmat Five,
What is that?!

dispatch. Patient two-niner
is now Level One.

Radiation burns on both hands,
probable lung exposure.

I need to call my wife.

Sir. Sir,
it's contaminated, sir.
I need to call her right now!

It's contaminated, sir!

Lay back.

(phone vibrates)

ELIZABETH:
Come on, Henry,

come on.

Can you get down to St. Anne's?
Yes.

Find out whatever you can and...
Yeah, yeah.

take my security detail
with you.
Yes, ma'am.

POTUS just activated
the National Response Plan.

The Guard's
mobilizing, including

the 260th regiment and
the WMD civil support team.

Any sign of
secondary attack?

Not yet. But protocol demands
we shelter in place.

You hear from Henry?

Do you know anything?

EMTs found him at ground zero.

He's on his way to
St. Anne's with the others.

Hey, hey.

Our hazmat teams--

they're the best
in the world.

You need a minute?

No, I don't.

Metro police confirm
a complete shutdown.

All airports and roads
are now closed.

Our NIRT Team is putting
a perimeter in place.

Exclusion zone will be
a one-kilometer radius

in Northern Virginia.
What about airspace?

F-16s are scrambling
out of Andrews now, sir.

They'll be in combat
formation over the district

in less than
two minutes.

Preliminary readings
indicate that the device

was composed of C-4
and packed with

fuel grade uranium.

Fuel grade?
Wait, isn't that the same type

that was stolen in Moldova?

But obviously from
a different source.

My boys secured that shipment.

I have an update
on casualties.

43 wounded, ten critical.

That's just from the blast.

About 100 others
are being evaluated

for radiation poisoning.

Could have been much worse
if Elizabeth hadn't ordered

the evacuation of the building.

Our biggest problem now
is panic.

Dirty bombs are technically
classified as WMDs,

but they're really
more like...

Weapons of mass
disruption. I'm aware.

Terrorists just bombed
an American university.

I'd say that's a little
more than a disruption.

She's right, sir.
We can't minimize this.

How bad is the radiation?

Don't know yet.

We got an ID
on the bomber.

Linda Peavy, age 22.

NSA got into her Twitter feed.

Has Hizb al-Shahid's
fingerprints all over it.

ELIZABETH:
Was she on anybody's radar?

No, ma'am.
Apparently she was radicalized

several months ago,
but didn't act until now.

A sleeper
cell of one.

That's a
chilling thought.

Who gave her
the uranium?

Unknown.
But the man

ultimately responsible
is Jibral Disah.

He recently emerged
as the de facto leader

of the organization.

And where is he?
SANCHEZ:
Libya.

Care to elaborate?

I wish we could.
HS is a new group.

Information about its leadership
and whereabouts are slim.

17 intelligence agencies,

almost a million employees,

and this is the best we have?

Yes, Mr. President.
I'm afraid so.

So what's your plan?
We follow the uranium.

If we can trace
the pathway to the bomb,

it might lead us to Disah.

Well, get into it
with everything you have.

I want answers, and fast.

The longer we take to respond,
the weaker we become.

Did you get
that statement?

Just sent it.

Oh, my God,

is that your...

Neighborhood? Yeah. We're right
inside the exclusion zone.

So much for living
in a quiet college town.

You hear about Laura Vargas?

Is she hurt?

Shrapnel.

She's in surgery now.

Well, what about
Dr. McCord? Any update?

NADINE:
Blake is on his way
over to St. Anne's.

There's no word yet.

How is the secretary
even supposed to function?

Okay. I know this is...

overwhelming.

But right now,
we need

to roll up our sleeves

and stay focused.

We can start by figuring out

where that uranium came from.

We know it wasn't domestic.

Right, it's all
tightly controlled.

So its was smuggled in.

How?
Well, there are
multiple vectors,

all depending on
point of origin.

I can get into it
with Energy and DHS,

but it's...
it's a scary long list.

We can divvy it up.
It's the secretary.

Oh. Uh,
Madam Secretary.

Hey, is everybody there?

Yes, ma'am.

We heard about Henry.

We're all pulling for him.

Thank you. Um...

look, I-I know that
we ruled out Moldova.

As the source of the uranium?

Yes, ma'am.
CIA thinks that...

Thinks they're infallible,
got it.

But what if CIA is wrong?

I mean, could Hizb al-Shahid

have brought the uranium

here in time?

I'm...

not sure that...

Humor me.

Considering the time elapsed

between the theft

and, uh,
the detonation?

Yes.

It's theoretically
possible.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Uh, coming through,
coming through.

State department.
Thanks.

McCords. Hi. Do you have
information about a...

(helicopter blades whirring,
sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

Excuse me.
McCords? McCord? No.

One squeeze
every half minute, okay?

Thank you.
Oh, McCord
children.

Thank God.
You guys all right?

Where's...
where-where's your dad?
JASON: No clue.

We've been trying to find out,

but nobody
will tell us anything.

Um...

All right,
wait here, okay?

Hey, excuse me, ma'am, uh,

I need information
about a patient. A Henry McCord.

McCord.
McCord. McCord.
I don't have him.

Uh, McCord?
He's in the HIU.

What does that mean?

Uh, biocontainment.
It means

he's critical.
Uh, I'm sorry.

The records
were falsified.

What are you
talking about?

The manifest

for the truck
in Moldova

was a fiction, perpetrated

by the same
corrupt inspector

who arranged the theft.

How the hell
did we miss that?

Well, apparently CIA
took the stats at face value.

How much uranium
is missing?

ELIZABETH:
Eight kilograms.
Enough for

up to three additional bombs.

SANCHEZ:
Which, for all we know,

are already here.
At least tell me

we have some
targeting data.
No, sir. Not yet.

Madam Secretary,
I have Blake Moran for you.

Talk to me, Blake.

Uh, I'm with Dr. Cary,
who did Henry's triage.

Uh, here she is.
Secretary of state.

Ma'am, your husband
is expressing symptoms

of radiation poisoning.

Beta burns, nausea, vomiting.

Is he gonna be okay?

We won't know for a few hours.
We're taking bioassays

for estimations. It all depends
on the initial exposure.

Okay, I want-I want
to talk to him.

That's not possible.

We're administering DTPA

and a prophylactic dose
of Prussian blue.

Uh, Prussian...
That's-that's, uh,

it chelates heavy metals, right?

That's right. Uh, but
the medication is only effective

if his exposure was limited.

What if it wasn't?

We'll try to keep him
as comfortable as possible,

but there's nothing else
we can do.

*

Bess.

How's Henry?

They're running tests.

I know we have
the shelter in place protocol,

but I can make an exception.

Deputy Cushing can ride shotgun
until you're ready to come back.

Sir, we need you.

Henry would never forgive me
if I left now.

DALTON: What is it?
We caught a break.

This is security footage
of Linda Peavy

outside a coffee shop
five blocks from the conference.

It's a dead drop.

The dirty bomb
is in that backpack.

And this is the man
who left it

for her ten
minutes earlier.

Do we know who he is?

Facial recognition
identified him

as Munthir Tuwala, an
agricultural attaché

at the Saudi
Arabian Embassy.

A Saudi diplomat
did this?

Tuwala entered
the United States by car

early yesterday morning
from Quebec after a flight

to Montreal
from Bucharest.

ELIZABETH:
Which is only about

200 miles
from the Moldovan border.

Our working theory is he was
able to use his diplomatic pouch

to smuggle the nuclear
material into the country.
Son of a bitch

could be the key
to finding Disah in Libya.

DALTON: Where's Tuwala now?
At work,

at the Saudi Embassy
on New Hampshire Avenue.

Where we have no jurisdiction.

Marguerite, deploy an
FBI tac team to the embassy.

General Kohl, I want the
National Guard providing backup.

Right away.
Yes, sir.

Bess, summon
the Saudi ambassador.

Yes, sir, right away.

Madam Secretary, it's Henry.

Oh, please.

Baby?

Hey.

Uh, hey, they finally
gave me my phone call.

Oh, my God, it is so good
to hear your voice.

How are you feeling?

I'm a little woozy.

The worst part
is this Prussian blue stuff

they have me on.
It tastes like paint.

Well, because it-it is.

I mean, literally made
from paint. I looked it up.

Okay, you didn't
have to tell me that.

You're one to talk,
Mr. Fun Fact.

Baby, I want
to be with you so much.

You can't, without

a Hazmat suit. Honestly, babe,
that's not a good look on you.

Listen, right now your place
is with the president.

Uh-oh.

Okay, listen. I got to go.

They're about to do some more
medical experiments on me.

Okay. Okay, I'm gonna
get there as soon as I can.

I love you so...

I love you too.

Madam Secretary, I'm as
horrified by this as you are.

Good.

Because the FBI
is gonna be at your embassy

to pick up Mr. Tuwala
in five minutes.

I understand your urgency,
but inside our embassy gates,

Munthir Tuwala
is on sovereign Saudi soil.

I have no authority
to hand him to you,

not without
official proceedings.

Well, you can't seriously think
that we're gonna sit around

and wait for you
to talk about it?

You must respect our process.

You're harboring
the known perpetrator

of a terrorist attack.

So let me lay out our process:

you're gonna open your gates
and hand over Tuwala,

or we're gonna break them down.

Madam Secretary,
that would be an act of war.

It sure would be.

You have four minutes.

(sirens wailing)
(indistinct chatter)

This is your last chance
to surrender

Munthir Tuwala!

You have to wait.

We must have permission
from the king.

We have our orders.

You cannot enter.

We will resist.

Open the gates now.

Up there!
On the roof!

Someone get
on the roof!

Freeze!

It's Tuwala!

Someone stop him!

We need him alive!

Don't let
him jump!

Don't jump!

Don't do it!

(bystanders shouting)

ELIZABETH:
With Tuwala dead,
the Saudis are being

much more cooperative.
Ambassador Asim has assured me

that their entire government
is behind our investigation.

All it took was a diplomatic
terrorist face-planting

on New Hampshire Avenue.

Where are we, Ephraim?

Moving into position outside
Munthir Tuwala's apartment

here in DC.

Sir, we have an update
on the uranium.

What is it?

My team found a lead-lined
canister in a dumpster

near the embassy.
It tested positive

for
the same radioisotope signature

as the uranium used in the bomb.

Combined with our analysis
of the material at ground zero,

we are now confident

that Tuwala used
his entire supply,

approximately two kilograms,

on the device
that detonated in Virginia.

What about the rest
of the stolen uranium?

CIA is into it,
but the trail is pretty cold.

Not exactly
the stuff of lullabies.
Our current thinking

is that it's still overseas.

"Our current thinking"?
NIRT team

just gave the all clear. We're
ready to go, Mr. President.

Let's do it.

Apollo team in position.
Standing by for green.

Apollo, you are
green to enter.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go!

(clicking)

There it is.

(clicking)

Clear!
Eagle, it's empty.

Guy pulled up stakes.

Nothing but an air mattress.

Copy, Apollo.

So much for leads.

So it was a suicide mission
all along.

Mr. President,

Saudi GID just gave us
everything they have

on the terrorist organization
Hizb al-Shahid.

Including a cell
phone intercept,

with a recording
of Disah's voice.

Alleged voice.

We don't have any recordings
of him in our files.

But if it is him,
we have a target.

Yes, sir. NSA says the
signal originated here,

at a compound near Sirte.

I took the liberty
to deploy drones,

just in case
we get confirmation.

And I'll reach out
to our NATO allies,

see if they have anything.

Ephraim, I'm ending
the National Response protocols,

including the order
to shelter in place.

Yes, Mr. President.

Sir, if that's
the case...
Go.

Thank you.

Godspeed.

Italy, in theory, they've been
sharing everything they have

on Hizb al-Shahid, right?

All of our NATO allies
have been alerted.

And Ambassador Civarelli
responded

that he doesn't have
anything.
Which is hard to believe,

with Libya right
in their backyard.

Not to mention
the hostages.

What hostages?
(sighs)

In principle,
Italy is like us--

they don't negotiate with
terrorists. In practice...

They've been paying ransom
to extremist groups for years.

And you think Hizb al-Shahid
is one of 'em?

CIA has reports of two hostages
from Libya

who were freed only last week.

DAISY:
France, Spain,
Austria--

a lot of our allies pay
for hostages.

Not from Libya.

And that's Hizb al-Shahid's hub.

MATT:
Well, if Italy's dealt
with them,

they have intel
they're withholding.

Look, if I'm wrong,
we risk offending an ally

who needs us
more than we need them.

But if I'm right...

Call the secretary.

Right now.

Where's Henry?
Isolation ward,
right this way.

Yeah, thanks.

Any word on the test results?

Nothing yet. Uh, here.

What is this?
Fruit punch.
It's all they had.

You forget to hydrate when
you're stressed, so...

Okay.

Okay. Where are the kids?

They're in the chapel. Here,
he's right-right over here.

This room.

Sorry.

Just... Yeah.

Can I talk to him?

Uh...

(quietly):
Let him sleep.

BLAKE:
You okay, ma'am?

No.

Hey, kiddos. I'm so
sorry I took so long.

Hi.
Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey.

Did you see Dad?
He's sleeping.

We're gonna go see him
when he wakes up, okay?

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, baby, I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I thought religion was
the opiate of the masses.

It is.

But sometimes
you need a good hit.

(sighs)

(keys clacking sound effect)

NADINE:
Hey there.
Huh?

Oh. Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

I'm just, um....

I'm looking for a place
to crash tonight.

I thought the perimeter
was lifted.

Oh, it was.

Yeah. My apartment
is ready for me.

I'm just not ready
for my apartment.

I got this thing about dust,
so...

Okay then.

I would ask Jay, but
he's got the baby. And...

(phone chimes)
Daisy would be... no.

And Blake's
studio is about

this size of one
of his pocket squares.

So I-I am
about five minutes away

from a desperation move
on Tinder.

You could have asked me.

Thanks,
but I'm allergic to cats.

I don't have a cat.

Really?

Are you sure?

'Cause I-I could have sworn
you ha...

You think I'm a cat lady?

No.

Ha. No. Of course not.
I would, uh...

I don't know why
I said that.

I'll text you the address.

(quietly):
What are you doing?

Here you go,
ma'am.

Thank you.
Signor Ambasciatore.

Madam Secretary.

Thank you so much
for meeting me here.

I realize
it's highly unusual.
No, of course. Of course.

Allow me to present
Italy's condolences

to the people
of the United States.

Very kind of you.
Thank you.

Listen, let me ask,
when I took this job,

did you, by chance,
read my bio?

The blurb on State's Web site?

Yes, of course.

You worked at CIA with
President Dalton and...

Right. And my-my uncle

died on the beach at Anzio.
William Adams.
Yes.

He was 18 years old.

My brother is named after him.

And my
country is

eternally grateful, for him

and for every American who
died to save us from fascism.

And yet when we were attacked,
you held out on us.

I don't know what you mean.

Your government has been paying
for hostages in Libya.

The CIA has identified two
being held by Hizb al-Shahid

in Al Wahat. You have
intelligence you're not sharing.

The official policy
of my government...
I've had
enough of official policy

today. I mean,
have you looked around?

Do you see what's happened here?

Well, Libya is already
a failed state.

Another intervention
would send waves of refugees

hurtling towards
our shores and...
Refugees?

That's your excuse?

Well, I assure you
it is a serious concern

for the Italian people, not to
mention our national security.

It's funny
you should bring up security.

Because maybe if we stop
the people who attacked us,

then your voters

will stop being
kidnapped.

Well, it's never that simple.

Mmm, hardly. I agree.

But sometimes it is.

We have a recording
that we think is Jibral Disah.

All we need is confirmation.

Secretary McCord,
your husband is awake.

He's asking
for you.

I trust that your government's
gonna do the right thing.

The doctor will be with you
in a minute.
Hey. Hi.

Hi.
Finally!

People without needles
and pills!

We love you!
Hi.
Secretary McCord,

I have the results
of your husband's bioassay.

Henry's exposure was limited
to one sievert of radiation.

That's enough
for some nasty symptoms,

but it's well below
a fatal dose.

He's gonna be fine.

Oh. Thank you.

Mom, let go of the doctor.

ALI:
Can we see him now?
Go ahead.

We can? Okay.

(chuckling)
Hi. Hi. You're in.

You're in! Hi. Hi, hi.
Hi, Dad!

Hi, sweetheart. Hi, big man.
Ooh!

Come on.

Hey, buddy.
How you feeling?

Oh. Waiting for my superpowers
to kick in.

Hi.
Hi.

Are you okay?
Hi. Yeah. I just
want to go home.

Can I go home?
As soon as you sign
the release.

Really?
Yeah.

Okay.

(chuckles)

*

So, is it cool if I spend
the night at Bobby's tonight?

Seriously? A
sleepover, Jace?

What? I'm returning
to normalcy.

Normality.
It's an accepted form.

Uh, not while I'm
still breathing.

Jace, are you seriously asking?

No. Come on.
We're gonna go home as a family.

While your father's
still breathing.

STEVIE:
Besides, don't
you want to see

if he glows in the dark?
Ma'am,

uh, I have Jay for you.

Tell me the Italians
came through.

Big-time.
The recording's authentic.

Former hostage ID'd it
as the voice of Jibral Disah.

So we have a target?

White House is expecting you.

(engine starts)

Babe...

It's okay.

I got...

I'm in good hands.

I love you.

I love you.
Okay.

Take care
of your dad.
I will.

Where are we?

Our Reapers are just
coming into range.

Sir, before we launch,

I think we should consider
a capture mission.

What's the situation
on the ground?

Difficult. There are a number
of active militias in the area,

plus whatever guys
HS has behind those walls.

Well, after today's attack, I'm
not eager to underestimate them.

I agree,
sir.

We could be looking
at heavy casualties.

For a target of this value,
isn't it worth it?

I'm not saying
go in hard.

We can monitor
then slowly contain them

with Special Forces.

How confident are we
that Disah is there?

80%.

A man matching
his description

was seen entering the compound
a little over an hour ago.

In 2001, we slow-played it
on bin Laden.

It was almost a decade
until we saw him again.

Public does want
a win, sir.

So do I.

And I don't want
another Tora Bora, Dennis.

Take the shot, Admiral.

Yes, sir.

Reaper One, Reaper Two,
you are cleared to engage.

Copy. Missile on the way.

Time of flight: eight seconds.

Seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

(door opens)

NADINE:
Come on in.

Here. Uh,
let me take your coat.

Oh. Oh. Thank you.

Are you thirsty?

Is-is that you
with Nelson Mandela?

You know what, I...

I could go for a scotch.

Single malt or blend?

Surprise me.

Okay.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Ah, Gael.

(speaking French)

Sorry.

That was an old friend.

We were supposed to go see
Uncle Vanya this evening

at the Kennedy Center,
but it was... cancelled,

obviously.
(strums note)

I didn't know you
were into theater.
Secret's out.

(laughs)
Mm.

That's lovely, isn't it?

That was a present
from Boris Yeltsin.

Do you play?

I dabble.
(laughs)

I had to learn
for an experimental piece

my dance troupe
did in Minsk.

Here's to unexpected skills.

Wow.

Smoke bomb.

(laughing):
Yeah.
(sighs)

It's not the night
for that expression.

Sheets.

You know, I always figured
that you lived

more like a...

Not a cat lady, all right?

I just mean
more like me.

Half of my
furniture

is from Ikea.

And that's the good half.

Well, we all have
our priorities.

I just can't

get out of the mindset
that this is all temporary.

Well, if you're worried
about job security...

Well, that's a
given in this town.

No, I mean... I mean life.

And that was before

someone set off a bomb
in my neighborhood.

When I was a kid,
I had severe asthma.

Oh.

I spent most of high
school in the hospital.

My prom date was, uh, the most
beautiful drip bag on the ward.

(laughs)
I grew out of
the worst of it.

Some of my friends
weren't as lucky.

That explains
your fear of dust.

(laughing)

My rational mind knows
that it's safe to go home.

But I just... I can't.

Not yet.

Well...

you can stay here
as long as you like.

No need for rationality.

I'll get you a pillow.

(distant sirens,
horns honking)

(footsteps approaching)

Wow.

They sent the secretary
of state to check on me.
(sighs)

Well, the president
was busy, so...

Mm. Yeah. Mm.
Excuses. Excuses.

Gosh.

Hit by a dirty bomb,
and I still find you hot.

Well, that's probably
'cause I'm radioactive.

(laughing)
(chuckles)

What do you think
was up with Jason

and that whole sleepover thing?

Oh, he's a teenager.

I think maybe he's afraid
to sleep at home

because on some level,

this house is a target.

This house is a fortress.

So was the conference.
Look what happened.

Speaking of, the doctor said

that the tourniquet you applied
to that woman's leg--

it saved her life.

Hmm.

What is it?

I've decided to rejoin DIA.

Oh.

Wow.

You know,
why don't we talk about this

when you're feeling better?

Babe, don't patronize me.

You know, a few hours ago,

I didn't know
if you were gonna live or die.

Can't we just
take a minute here?

No. Hizb al-Shahid isn't
taking a minute.

You really want
to have this conversation now?

Okay, fine, but you know what?

I don't think that we can handle

the both of us being
in the line of fire again.

Look what it did
to our marriage the first time.

We were fine.

We weren't.

I wasn't.

I got to close my eyes.

Of course.

(sighs)

NADINE:
Good morning.

Good morning. Please.

Eggs in the hole.

The one and only dish
in my culinary repertoire.

You shouldn't have.

It's just a small token
of my appreciation.

I know it was an imposition.

It really wasn't.

I should be thanking you.

It's hard to be alone
in the wake of a tragedy.

Honestly, I was
happy for the company.

Me, too.

So, how runny would you like
your egg?

It really doesn't matter.

The pan's on fire.

What?

Oh.

Uh, uh, uh...

(laughing)

(both laughing)

Jane, I want back in at DIA.

I'd ask what changed your mind,

but, uh,
it seems fairly obvious.

A dirty bomb does have a way
of clarifying things.

That's irony for you.

Okay. I'll run it up
the flagpole,

but it should be a formality.

In the meantime,
take care of yourself.

I will.
Seriously, Dad?

You should be resting.
STEVIE:
Have you met our father?

He doesn't just march
to the beat of his own drummer.

He killed the drummer
and smashed his drum.

Did he also kill the doctor
that ordered him to stay in bed?

Okay, okay, enough
metaphoric violence.

Um, and I'm feeling much
better, thank you for asking.

Oh, good.

Okay, bye. Please rest.
HENRY:
Bye.

I will.
I love you.

You, too. Bye.
Bye, Dad.

Are you going?

Yeah.
All right. Bye.

Bye.

(door closes)

Did you call Jane Fellows?

I did.

I support your decision.

No, you don't.

(sighs)

Okay.

I'm not gonna
divorce you over it.

Well, that's fair enough.

Okay, good. Now will you
please get back in bed?

Well, that depends.

You gonna come with me?

I'll give you five minutes.

You okay for tonight?

You know what?
I think I'm okay.

Oh. Good.

That is, until the next
national existential crisis.

You know?
(elevator bell dings)

I'd like the secretary's remarks
for the NCTC by noon.

On it.

WARE:
Satellites confirm

the target was
completely destroyed.

But new SIGINT indicates

that Jibral Disah was
not present at the compound.

You're sure?
His phone

pinged from as-Sultan,
about 60 klicks away.

Obviously our recon
team was mistaken about

the target's identity.

We probably missed
the real McCoy

by a matter of hours.

ELLERMAN:
So for all we know,

he's gone to ground,

free to rebuild the
organization at will.

I made the wrong call.

No... sir.

It was worth the shot.

We eliminated key members
of the organization.

The secretary is right.

We, uh... we did real damage.

Then again,
that wasn't our mission.

Mr. President,

I'd like
to offer my resignation.

ELIZABETH:
Ephraim, what...

what are you doing?

The right thing.
Now that

the dust has cleared
on the dirty bomb,

I have to take responsibility
for the botched raid at Moldova,

and the failure to track

the uranium used in the bomb.

I'm the director

of national intelligence.

The buck stops with me.

No. This wasn't on you, Ephraim.

Not by a long shot.

I won't accept.

Sir.

DALTON:
But rest assured,
heads will roll.

We need to make
changes, and fast.

JACKSON:
Something our proud bureaucracy

isn't exactly known for.

Sir, if I may.

If we're going to
prevent future attacks,

I suggest creating a
special working group.

How special
are we talking?
I mean,

an elite group with
executive powers.

The tip of the spear.
ELLERMAN:
You're describing

the National
Security Council.

No, the opposite, actually.

We need to bypass the mandarins

and find people who are willing
to challenge the status quo.

Hizb al-Shahid is

unlike any terrorist
group we've ever seen.

If we're gonna stop them,

we have to think
outside the box.

I'll take it under advisement.

For the moment,
let's adjourn.

I have victims

I have to go see.

Dennis, why don't you hang back?

(wind whistling)

Mate in three.

No, no. No, I...

I can... Oh.

JASON:
Busted.

So much for
superpowers.
HENRY:
Hey, watch it. I could

still have death rays.
Well played, Padawan.
(phone ringing)

FELLOWS:
I'm afraid
your request has been denied.

What? Why?

No idea.

But word is that Director
Ellerman just got fired.

SecDef might be next, and the
bleeding doesn't stop there.

The whole IC is in turmoil.

That doesn't explain
the decision.

Look, I'm sorry, Henry.

I wish I had an answer for you.

(clicks, beeps)

Did you block me at DIA?

Excuse me?
I was rejected.

Somebody had their finger
on the scale.

Well, I-I didn't have
my finger on any scale.

Yeah, but you weren't exactly
thrilled about me rejoining.

Did you say anything
to Ephraim Ware or Russell?

Are you actually
accusing me here?

Look, maybe you just
complained about me rejoining,

and they took it from there.

I don't complain
about you, Henry.

Not anywhere. Not at work.

And I'm starting
to feel attacked.

Well, I'm feeling played,
because it makes no sense.

(sighs)

I'm on your side. I...
Good.

Then call the president
and ask him to reinstate me.

Uh...

(phone buzzes)

Hello.

Okay.

Well, you can ask him yourself.

That was the White House.

Conrad's on his way over here.

Now?

Hi, Conrad.

Henry. Good to see
you back on your feet.

Good to be back on my feet.
Hey, Russell.

Can I get you a drink?
No, I'm good, thanks.

HENRY:
I will get out of your hair.

No.

Stay.
Uh...

Oh, God.

Jason! Socks!

Sorry.
JASON: Sorry!

Sorry.

So, I, uh, heard you're
interested in rejoining DIA.

Yeah, that's right.

But, apparently,
the feeling wasn't mutual.

They were just
acting on my orders.

I see.
Because your wife told me
something this morning

that stuck with me.

I'm starting
a working group,

and making Russell
its point man.

I want the circle to be tight

and close, and I
want you to be on it.

JACKSON:
I'll check in
from time to time,

but for the most part,
it'll be autonomous.

What? Uh, uh, uh, wait.

I'm playing catch-up here.
What is this?

It's a special working group,

tasked with tracking
Hizb al-Shahid,

in particular its leader,
Jibral Disah.

JACKSON:
With the ultimate goal

of eradicating both.

Okay.

Okay. Why me?

DALTON:
Because you have experience,

an impartial point of view,

and, frankly,
because I trust you.

JACKSON:
And given what
we're up against,

your religious expertise
should be invaluable.

My background
is really more Medieval.

(chuckles)
So is our enemy.

As far as we're concerned,
your fitness for this assignment

is unmatched.

And State will be
fully read in.

Which means
that I'll be...

We can actually...

Talk.
...talk to each other.

JACKSON:
With luck, we should be able

to cut through any intelligence
community disconnects

and bring Jibral Disah

to justice, swiftly.

DALTON:
So, Henry,
what do you say?

You up for helping to capture

the most wanted terrorist
on the planet?

Yeah. I'm in.

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