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[phone vibrates]Oh, shh.

[phone vibrates]

Come on.

[phone continues vibrating]

[groans]

[groaning]:
Nadine, Nadine, I'm here, I'm...

They want to do what?

Tell-tell, um, tell POTUS I'm--

[papers scatter]I'm on my way.

I'll be right there, okay?

And, um, get, uh,
Captain Baker.

CallCaptain Baker.
I want her in the Sit Room.

Is it about the smuggling ring?

[sighs] CIA found another cargo
flight carrying contraband.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

Not if they force it down.

BECKER:
Punjab Cargo, Flight 417,

en route to India.

Refueled in Spain and made an
unscheduled stop in Cairo.

Just like the flights
to Somalia.

It seems your smuggling
ring is still active.

Okay, first of all,
it's not my smuggling ring.

And second, why do we have
armed fighters in the sky?

It was supposed to be
a passive operation.

Not anymore.Mr. President, why are...

Bess, the situation has evolved.
Hugh.

HAYMOND: Our man
on the ground in Cairo

was able to infiltrate
the aircraft during refueling.

And he sent us this.

More than a dozen
shoulder-launched,

surface-to-air
missiles.

Each with enough firepower
to bring down a jetliner.

I've ordered a squadron of F-35s
out of Incirlik to intercept.

Contact in just under
two minutes, Mr. President.

It's a mistake.I know your plan

was to observe and report

until we could find the mole
at the State Department,

but I can't risk those missiles
falling into the wrong hands.

HAYMOND:
We're gonna force

the plane to land
at Al Udeid

and sequester the cargo.

What if they refuse?

Current flight plan has them

over the empty quarter
of Saudi Arabia.

Collateral damage
would be minimal.

Not for the investigation.

The mole will know that
we're onto the smuggling ring.

He'll go to ground,
we'll never catch him.

Contact in one minute.

Captain Baker,

tell the president
your plan.

I built an authentication
bot that self-generates

a capture log.The fast version.

Um, yes, we placed a trap door

in the State Department's

computer system,
so if anyone

tampers with the
manifest, we'll know.

Did your agent place a tracking
device on those missiles?

Of course,
but that-that doesn't...

Well then, we'll hardly lose 'em
if it lands.

We have assets in Delhi
who can recover the Stingers.

But the mole is the only one
who can tell us

who murdered Agent Garcia.

Sir,

I strongly advise you
to call off this intercept.

HAYMOND: What, and
trust a program

created by a 12-year-old?

Need a decision, Mr. President.

Tell our pilots
to bug out.

Bravo 6, Bravo 7, disengage.
I repeat, disengage.

RTB, ASAP.

I want hourly reports
on those Stingers

until we get a result.

Yes, Mr. President.

And if those missiles

are in danger,
I'm shutting it down.

Morning, gang.

ALISON: Hi.JASON: Good morning.

Crisis averted?

Or started, maybe.

What, no more eggs?

Sorry, Growing Boy
strikes again.

Jace?They're your chromosomes,
lady.

Well, I blame the McCords.

Speaking of, Maureen
sent you something.

Oh, she's been cleaning out
Dad's place.

Apparently, he left this
for me in the attic.

[laughs]
Unbelievable.

ELIZABETH:
Interesting choice
for an heirloom.

HENRY:
It's a Renwal

Visible V8 engine.

It was my Christmas present
in, like, seventh grade.

Never could get this
thing to work.

Really?
Didn't Grandpa hate quitters?

Oh, yeah.
You got to admire his style.

He threw out all my trophies
and comics, leaves me this.

You ready, dorkus?

[scoffs]
Hey Jace,

you want to help
me see if we can

finally get this
thing to work?

Uh, and foster a legacy
of intergenerational cruelty?

I think I'll pass.

Don't bother asking me, Dad,

because why would a girl
be interested?

Alison, I didn't think...

That's the point.

And I'm not,
but maybe I would have been.

Bye.

ELIZABETH:
Bye.

ALISON: Oh,
so you're gonna go?[sighs]

Well played, Super Dad.

[chuckles]

You really thought

Jace was gonna want...

Well, it's just been
such a long time

since we've done anything...[phone vibrates]

...that didn't involve
a teachable moment.

Oh, I got to go in.

Well,
if you're looking

for a shared activity,

I have DVR'ed tons
of Cupcake Wars.

Oh, boy.

There is no food in this house.

MO:
Hey, Henry.

HENRY:
Is Ian okay?

No idea.
That's kind of the problem.

The camera broke again?

Went off the air two hours ago.

Techs just gave up

on getting it back.Damn it.

Well, was there anything new?

Learned a lot
about digging latrines. And...

this just came in from
Special Surveillance Group.

Team of VFF guys installing
new defensive weaponry

on their perimeter.
Anti-tank ditches,

M18 Claymores...

...couple of M40s.

They're anticipating a raid.

Which means
whatever kind

of attack they're
planning,

is imminent.

Okay. I'll get a message to Ian

via the dead drop,

see if I can move up the meet
to tonight.

Good morning, ma'am.Thank you.

Did you watch
last night?
No.

All right...No spoilers.

Okay, you have to let me
tell you just, like...

No.
Two words.

Just... two words.

Okay. Broccoli.

Frosting.

Get out.
[laughs]

Oh, great.
Now I'm starving again.

ELIZABETH: Good
morning, everybody.

Good morning.
Morning.
Morning.

Okay, I want a name.

Who took the last donut?

It was me, ma'am.

A noble gesture,
Nadine.

But I didn't spend
the last 20 years in the CIA

profiling dissemblers and liars
for nothing.

Got anything to say, Matt?

Is that a new jacket?

It was a cruller,
wasn't it?

[laughs]

It was a bear claw, ma'am.

NADINE:
Meanwhile,

I have an urgent request from
President Kaimbi of Namibia.

Poaching of the endangered
south-western black rhino

has spiked recently

in Etosha
National Park.

DAISY: "Spiked"
is putting it mildly.

In 1960,

there were over 100,000
in the wild.

Today, there are fewer
than 2,000.MATT: Less a park,

more a killing field.DAISY: Yeah, if
trends continue,

they'll be extinct
by the end of the year.

NADINE:
We are officially

at a tipping point.

Which is why
Namibia needs helicopters

to fight the poachers.

You know, I could
check with DoD.

They might have
something in surplus.

Yeah, do it,

but is it strange that I'm
having a feeling of déjà vu?

MATT:
No. Last year,

Kaimbi asked for
night vision goggles.
Right.

Yeah, and body armor
the year before that.

ELIZABETH:
So, clearly,

the piecemeal fixes
are not working.

We need to shift
the paradigm.

I want bold,
comprehensive ideas

that are going to end this
poaching once and for all.

I'll get the Africa desk
on it right away.

No.
You know what, go wide.

Department wide?I don't know.

Call the NFL if you have to.

I don't care where the good idea
comes from, I just want one.

Will you call President Kaimbi
for me?

Yes, ma'am.And for the love of God,

will somebody feed me?Yes.

[insects trilling]

[engine turns off]

Your camera broke.

Well, I guess
I'm not a very good cyborg.

You got the stuff?

Thanks. Food's better

at the Council of Elders,

but it's still mostly based
on squirrel.

Look, I need a report.

What's the word
on the bomb?

They're getting ready
to use it.

What?
Yeah, big operation.

I should
get more details

at the Council of Elders
meeting next week.

Here, I got something
for you.

What's this?

That's from the drone.

The serial number
was filed off,

but that model...

had an ISS upgrade
back in '08.

I got the SKU number
from the housing

for the thermographic
camera.

Nice work.

Could you have been made?

Nah, man.

No.

They got me guarding it.
[chuckles]

You believe that?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah...

Hey, do you, uh...

...do you believe in visions,
Professor?

Do you mean, like,
in the biblical sense?

Like when Paul said
he knew a man

who was caught
in the third heaven.

I mean, is that a-- a metaphor

or was it real?

Well, most of things referred to
as visions in the Bible

are just dreams, really.

Did this come up
in the Council?

No, no.

It was--
there was this kid in Iraq.

He used to hang around
outside our FOB

selling knockoff DVDs.

Aasif.

Okay. What about Aasif?

I thought I saw him
the other day.

Were you were awake?

Where?

I was out in the woods.

It was dark.

Yeah, I know, it's crazy.

Have you been sick?
Have you had a fever?

I can bring a medic.

No.

Yeah, yeah, that must be it.
The fever...

sleep deprivation...

Look, man, I-I got to go.

I'll have the intel,
the location of the bomb,

soon as I can, okay?

If anything like
this happens again,

I want to know
immediately.

You got me?

You bet.

Ma'am?

ELIZABETH:
Yes.

More proposals
on stopping rhino poaching.

"Tougher screening at airports,

adjusting the penal code..."

We've tried all...

"Call in the Green Berets"?

It worked in Operation Dumbo Drop.Good-bye.

Secure the doors!I have the windows.

ELIZABETH:
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on, guys?

Security situation, ma'am.

[phone ringing]

Bluebird is secure.BLAKE: Ma'am.

Captain Baker.

What is it, Captain?

We got him.

We found the mole.

It's happening.

[quiet, indistinct chatter]

Barry Milken, freeze!
Don't move! Hands!

Show us your hands!TEAM LEADER: Get your hands
off the keyboard!

♪

KEITH:
Our mole is Barry Milken, 52,

from the Bureau of Arms Control,

Verification and Compliance.

23-year vet of the
Foreign Service,

trained as a
forensic accountant,

holds a TS/SCI clearance.

AGENT: We know you deleted
the manifest, Barry!

Has he asked for a lawyer?Not yet.

BARRY: I don't know what
you're talking about.

Violation of the Arms
Export Control Act.

Destruction
of federal documents.

Material support for terrorism.

Material support?
Tell me that's not a bluff.

It's a bluff. We turned
his apartment upside down.

Nothing directly connects him
to an arms ring.

I don't understand. I was just
editing a spreadsheet.

You're falsifying
government records.

You were covering up
for your boss.

Who is he?
If you tell us,
you'll be out on bail

before your favorite
ice cream store closes.

We hear you love mint chip.

I don't understand.

I need to get in there.

Yeah. I know the feeling.

AGENT: ...the moment
that you start naming names.

No, you can't.

It's a brazen violation
of procedure.

Yeah. Pale face,
the rapid breathing.

He's probably still in shock,

which means he's vulnerable
to an authority figure.

I have two authority figures
in there with him right now.

I'm fourth in line
for the presidency,

and his boss.

With the right approach,
I can get him talking.

Look, you just tell us
the names we want to know,

and you get to go home.

It is what I did at the CIA,

and it's the best play
and you know it.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Are you sure?Yes.

Step out of the room.

AGENT: What do you think
they'll find?

[sighs]

Three of us are gonna
get some coffee.

That'll take about five minutes.

Will you get me a coffee, light?
Thanks.

Hey, Barry.

Elizabeth.

Please.

I-I'm sorry we never met.

Madam Secretary, this is
all a terrible mistake.

I read your jacket
on the way over here,

and I thought your name
seemed familiar.

It's on a plaque, isn't it?

Where were
you stationed?

Kenya, 1998.

That's right.

The embassy bombing.

Yeah.

You helped evacuate the injured.

I-I was doing my job.

Is that what it was?

'Cause a guy
who carries a pregnant FSO

three miles to the hospital
isn't just punching a clock.

He's a patriot.

I don't know

what you've gotten yourself
mixed up with, Barry.

But I know that you...

you didn't intend to harm
the United States.

And you certainly never
thought anybody was gonna die.

But your silence is only helping
the people who want to harm us.

You go back to '98
and ask yourself...

...is this the guy
you wanted to be?

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Madam Secretary.

Step away from my client.

HENRY:
Jim Fox? The mafia lawyer?

Well, to be fair, he's also
defended celebrity killers.

Well, at least
they found the Stingers.

But if Milken
won't talk,

then we'll never find out

who killed Agent Garcia.

That why you're stress eating?

No. I spent half the day
thinking about dead rhinos.

What about you?
You seem... preoccupied.

You mean my obsessive tinkering
with this thing

as a way to avoid losing my mind
with worry over my asset?

That bad, huh?

And of course, it makes
me think of my dad,

and how every time we talked,
we would fight.

Unless we were fixing something,
then somehow, we'd get along.

Y-You see, this--
welcome to my mind tonight.

I can't even figure out

which decade to
stress out about.

Why would Fox represent Milken?

I don't know,

because he's a fame-seeking
blowhard?

Well, yeah, sure,
but... seems strange

that he would wade
into a national security case.

He never has in the past.

Why now?

Well, he's certainly
not doing it for the money.

Milken doesn't exactly
have deep pockets.

Maybe there's a man
behind the curtain who does.

NADINE:
Mike B.?

Well, if anyone can tell us

who hired Jim Fox to
represent Milken, it's Mike.

Well, um, if I may, ma'am,
why don't youcall him yourself?

Because, frankly, he'd
rather hear from you.

He asks about you, you know.

Does he?

Constantly.

Good morning, everybody, oh...

DAISY: Good morning,
ma'am.
Ah. Ha, ha.

Quick rhino update.

So we've officially requested
half a dozen OH-58 Kiowas...Great.

...for Namibia under the
Defense Articles Program.

ELIZABETH: All right.
What are the odds of approval?

MATT: Well, there's a couple
hundred gathering dust

in Afghanistan,
so pretty good.

Who's the, uh, new kid?

This is Gwen White, from
the Office of Health Diplomacy.

ELIZABETH: Hi.Um, Madam Secretary.

Hi, uh, thank you for having me.

Well, I assume there's
a good reason for having you?

I hope so.[both chuckle]

Ms. White has a rather
unorthodox idea

about how we can address
the rhino poaching crisis.

Right, but I don't want
to waste anyone's time, so...

Mm! I'm all ears. Please.

[taps key]

Okay. So the fight
against poaching can't be solved

with enforcement alone.
We have to reduce demand.

[tapping keys]

In the case of rhino horn,

the market is mostly
concentrated here.

In Vietnam.

[taps key]

Oh, your thing...
Your thing.

Sorry. I had a pie chart
for that.

Fine. Why Vietnam?

Because traditional
folklore holds that

the black rhino horn

has a wide range
of curative properties,

including troubles
with impotence.

Which it doesn't, I assume.

The horn is just keratin,
so, you know,

it's about as effective
as chewing on your fingernails.

Meanwhile, we have actual
pharmaceuticals that work.

PDE inhibitors, like Viagra.

So if we can educate
the Vietnamese people

about these alternatives...

we can reduce
the demand for rhino horn.

GWEN: Thereby undercutting
the gangs and, long-term,

maybe end the poaching.

So basically,
you're talking

about a public health campaign.Yes, ma'am.

Ideally, coupled with
a drug distribution program.

MATT: So we can
save the rhinos

by pushing Viagra?

GWEN:
Yeah.

Admittedly, it's a small step,

and it seems farfetched, but...

I think it's brilliant.

GWEN: Really?ELIZABETH: Yeah.

I actually had the idea
a couple of years ago,

but given the subject matter,
I was, uh, a little reluctant.

I-I want you to pitch this
to Ambassador Dang.

Blake is gonna help you

with the PowerPoint.Yes.

And I'll get
a celebrity spokesperson.

And I'll tackle Big Pharma.

I'll write the copy.

Let's go, people. Shake a leg.

MATT: Let's all hope
Ambassador Dang

rises to the occasion.

Hey.

What's up?

DoD is still trying
to track down

that SKU number
that Ian gave us.

They're looking
at military depots.

Cool. I'm more worried about
Ian getting a 20 on the bomb.

About that...

That's the drink
I gave Ian last night.

I want his saliva tested.

What for?

Drugs.

Psychotropics, to be specific.

He seemed disoriented.

Slow responses, jittery.

Well, that could be
a number of things.

A lot of religious cults
give drugs to their adherents.

It makes neophytes
more compliant,

more receptive
to doctrine.

But in this case,
I think it's a privilege

reserved for the inner circle.

A way of giving them
a spiritual edge

on the other followers.

The Council of Elders.

Timing works.

But no outbursts?

Screaming, hearing voices.
Anything like that?

Not that he mentioned,
but he did say...

The guy is a marine. Henry.
Eight years, three tours.

I know all about
the Marines, Mo.

The point is,

this is not a guy who cracks.

Is he a guy who hallucinates?

Because he told me

he saw a kid
that he knew in Iraq.

[quietly]:
Wow.

Okay.

Say we send it in,
and it comes back positive.

They're gonna order us
to pull him.

With good reason.

Are you really gonna take
that chance

when we're this close
to the finish?

[exhales]

ALISON:
I can't believe...

Did you see that...Oh, come on. Seriously?

Aw. Hi. Mwah.Hey.

How were the cupcakes
tonight?

"Cakey."
So said the guest judge,

the guy who played Gunther
on Friends.

How's your engine?

I feel like Han Solo trying
to start the Millennium Falcon.

Yeah, try watching grown women
fight over sprinkles.

Oh, shut up. You love it.No. I don't--

Oh, wait. I'm sorry.
By the way, I almost forgot.

There is an entire thread

for tips on this thing.

[phone ringing]

Thanks, Jace.

ALISON:
Hello?

Jim Fox is here?

Madam Secretary.

Who hired you
to represent my employee?

They told me you were direct.

Oh, well, unlike you,

I don't get paid
by the hour.

Whereas venal and malicious
bureaucrats can take their time.

Who sent you?

Lady Justice, as far
as you're concerned.

And I know that your little
attack dog, Mike Barnow,

has been sniffing around,
trying to get dirt on me.

Not dirt, just
an understanding

of your involvement
in the Milken case.Sure, sure.

Speaking of which,
the attorney general

will want your opinion on it.

Tell him to make the deal.

You're asking
for immunity?

Iron-clad and unqualified.It'll never happen.

The alternative is
a lengthy trial,

which won't go well for you.

Is that a threat?

A mole inside
the State Department

right under your nose?

You give me a platform,
and I'll savage you

like a lion ripping apart
a baby gazelle.Good night, Jim.

You know the difference
between you and meIt's been a pleasure.

is that you have something
greater to protect.

Me, I'm fine with
burning it down.

You need me more
than I need you.

Mr. Attorney General,
it kills me to say this,

but I think Jim Fox is right.

What, make the deal?

You're really gonna
let him bully you?

No, I could care less
about his bullying.

Him dragging this out
is what concerns me.

A trial could go how long?

Ten months,
maybe a year.

That we're in the dark.

It's really a
question of scope.

Mr. Milken committed
a serious crime.

Only vital, actionable
intelligence

can justify an
immunity deal.

Which we have no
guarantee we'd get.

We could be letting
a murderer walk free.

According to the FBI's timeline,

Barry Milken was nowhere near
Agent Garcia's house

during the poisoning window.So he hired someone.

He doesn't exactly fit
the profile

of a criminal mastermind.

I have a source
who spoke with

my chief of staff
this morning.

Jim Fox was paid

to take this case--
mid-six figures

just for the retainer.HUGH: What source?

The point is there's
a bigger fish out there,

and Barry Milken is the guy
who can tell us how to find him.

I'll let you know
my decision.

BLAKE:
As you can see, Minister Dang,

the majority of demand comes
from middle-aged urban men

who still believe that
rhino horn produces

enhanced sexual function.

Which is why we're proposing
a targeted ad campaign,

fully funded by
the State Department.

DAISY:
And endorsed by Henry Winkler.

[imitating Fonzie]:
Aaayyh!The Fonz?

Really?

Will he come to Vietnam?DAISY:
He'll have to.

The entire campaign
will be produced and shot

by your local
media companies,

providing a boost to your
entertainment industry.

MATT:
And paired with the actress

Linh Ky, who just happens
to be the prime minister's wife,

we think this campaign will make
a sizeable impact.

So to speak.

DAISY:
Now, with your permission,

Let's talk about your
end of the partnership.

The Fonz.

You struck out?

Seriously?[sighs]

Ambassador Dang
refused the ad campaign,

unless we can subsidize
the ED drugs.

And Big Pharma won't
cut their rates

to an emerging market.

I did paint slash effects
and morph transitions.

I really thought
The Fonz would clinch it.

BLAKE: He was humming
the theme song.

Well, apparently Happy Days
can't beat cold, hard cash.

So to speak.
[chuckles]Well, can we just

buy the medication
and give it to them?

We can barely afford
to run the ad campaign.

I hate to pile on, but
we just got a communiqué

from the World
Wildlife Fund.

Another 16 black rhinos
were slaughtered

in Etosha last night.

That's almost 1%
of the population.

Forget a year, we're talking
population collapse

the next three
to six months.

ELIZABETH: Can you at least
tell me that the Pentagon

approved those
helicopters?

They did, but
it's gonna take

another three to four
months to deliver them.

Months?

They know they can fly, right?

Apparently, there's a lot
of steps involved.

How many steps can there be?

Seven departments,
three agencies,

and more than
a dozen deputies

at the Office of General
Counsel.

Wow, that's...
thorough.

I'm sorry, Madam Secretary,
but here at Defense

we have to make sure
our equipment doesn't

fall into the wrong hands.

But this is a transfer
of non-lethal surplus equipment

on humanitarian grounds.

Those choppers can
still be armed.

And last time I checked,

rhinos weren't people.

The syndicate behind
the slaughter in Namibia,

it's destabilizing regimes
throughout the continent,

spreading terrorism
in its wake.

Trust me,

plenty of people are
suffering because of this.

My hands are tied.

These are laws enacted
by Congress.

And personally,
I'd prefer not to get hauled

in front of a Senate hearing.

[sighs]

More cupcake carnage?

I don't even know why
I'm still watching.

Those grandmas are
nothing more than

a bunch of back-stabbing
harpies.

Bad day?

What, I can't dis the elderly
when I'm happy?

You can dis,
you can dis.

The south-western black rhino
is going extinct,

and I can't even get
the Pentagon

to send a few lousy choppers
to stop the massacre.

Hmm. Gotta love
bureaucracy.

You ever tattle in school?

Uh, probably. Why?

I did.

Mikey Finn, first grade.

I told Mrs. Shaheen
that he was stealing answers

from me for the spelling test,

and she told me
to cover my paper

and mind my own business.

You want to involve Dalton.

He could sign
a presidential waiver,

and the helicopters would
be there tomorrow.

Which would be going
outside the chain of command.

And we can't run a government
by presidential fiat.

If you can effect
real change by going to teacher,

I say go for it.

Thank you.

You know, sometimes doing
the right thing... sucks.

Really.

[phone vibrates]

[groans] The attorney
general made a deal.

Barry Milken is being released
on bail tomorrow morning.

He can be talking
by noon.

Now, you see that?

You wait around
long enough,

something good is
bound to happen.

Come on, cupcakes.

Is that...Yeah.

Ah.Broccoli frosting.

Ugh.

She's eating it.
She's eating it.[chuckles]

Daisy.

Hey. I heard about the deal.[television plays indistinctly]

Yeah, I was thinking that
must be upsetting.

It's really not.

If Milken can tell the FBI

who killed the man
I knew as Kevin,

then that's a good thing.

If he ever stops
posing for the camera.

What do you mean?

Jim Fox is holding
a press conference with Milken

outside of the Justice
Department.Of course he is.

Can you turn it up?

Well, I'm just glad that
the attorney general's

taken a break, finally,
from wasting tax-payer money,

because he had no chance,
zero, of getting a conviction.

REPORTER:
That's not what DOJ said.

Of course not,
because when has the FBI

ever acted unethically?

My client got full immunity.
You do the math.

Mr. Milken, how does
it feel to be free?

He's thrilled,
and can't wait to share

whatever he can
with the authorities.

which is what he wanted
in the first place.

Thanks, guys.
Come on, let's go.

REPORTER:
Can we get a statement?

No more questions.
No more questions.

NEWSCASTER:
You just heard from Jim Fox,

the attorney representing
State Department employee

Barry Milken, who was detained
on several classified...

[gunshots, people screaming]

Shots...
uh, shots have been fired.

It appears that...

it appears that
Mr. Milken has been shot.

Barry Milken has been shot.

Ian tested positive
for dimethyltryptamine.

What?
It's a form of LSD.

Where did you get this?

I took it to
a private lab.

You went behind my back?Yeah.

And how confident are you
that this test is accurate?

Well, they used LCMS,
and they did it twice, so very.

It's likely been
in small doses so far,

probably mixed in
with his food,

but the effect is
cumulative.

Ian's symptoms could be
about to get much worse.

Okay, so he had a bad episode
here and there.

No. There's reasons
the CIA experimented

with LSD in the '50s.

Because under interrogation, it
leaves some people vulnerable.

Ian's cover could be blown.

We staged a car accident
with a dead body

to get him to where he is now...

And there's a
high-capacity bomb

that could kill hundreds
and hundreds and hundreds

that we haven't located.

I'm with you, Mo.
Until a few days ago

I would have done anything
to keep this mission in play.

But we can't leave
a compromised asset

in the lion's den.

You're pulling Ian.

Tomorrow night at the meet.

If you don't like it,
take it up with the director.

Hey, what's this?

I found your multimeter
in the basement.

I hope that's okay.

What?

I just don't remember even
teaching you

how to use a multimeter.Yeah, I used YouTube.

I mean, I was just wondering...
what if it's not you?

Because, like, I
know this is hard,

and you're old
and incompetent,

but just check
this out, hold on.

[beeps]

I'll be damned.
It's a bad distributor.

Yeah, so the circuit
can't close.

You're welcome.

We need a replacement part.

You do.
My work is done here.

Hey, come on, you're
part of the team now.

Don't you want
to help me fix it?

Uh, no.
I want...

lift tickets to Elk
Mountain this weekend.

Dashiell invited me.

Okay, all right, well,
I guess you earned it.

Awesome.

Oh, uh, do you want me to put
that back in the dining room?

No, it's fine.

Good night, Jace.

Good night, old man.

The sniper was positioned
in a vacant apartment,

approximately 300 yards
from the target.

We believe he escaped through
the Navy Memorial Metro Station

before a perimeter
could be established.

Well, what about CCTV?

Well, they're reviewing
footage now, sir,

but most of the cameras
were disabled beforehand.

Then this'll be
a short press conference.

LUCY: Five minutes,
Mr. President.

Thanks, Lucy.

Did Milken say anything
before he was killed?

No, sir. The deal was
that he get released first.

Where does that leave us?

I'm afraid back to square one.

Well, keep me apprised
of any developments.

I want this
to remain a priority.

Yes, sir.

Mr. President.Mr. President.

Bess.

Well, I know the timing isn't
great, but I need to talk to you

about the south-western
black rhinoceros.

You went over my head!

Shattering decades
of protocol,

all for some dumb mammals my
grandkids can see at the zoo!

Well, that'll be the only place
they can see them

at the rate we're going.It's an abuse
of an executive order.

Waiver, technically,
and it was an emergency.

It's your pet
rock, I get it,

but you don't just throw it
through my office window.

Do you have any idea
who you're messing with?

How many of your department's
projects I can kill

with the stroke of a pen?

Thousands, probably.Thousands.

Our government only works
when we operate in tandem.

You're right.
And this sort
of petty overreach

could destroy our
working relationship.

Gordon, I'm agreeing
with you.

Pulling rank to save
an endangered species

is not sustainable...

ironic as that may seem.

That's why I
have a proposal

to ensure that
it never happens again,

but for that I need your help.

[engine shuts off]

♪

[gunshots]

[gunfire continues]

[breathing unsteadily]

Henry, oh, my God.

Hey, babe. Hi.

Hey.

Hey, tell me you're okay?All good.

The ankle's
a through and through

and this other one
is just a ricochet.

That fractured your knee.

Well, it was a clean break.
I'm okay.

Well, you better be.
I'm fine.

Henry, when are you
gonna get a desk job

that involves a real desk?

Well, they offered me
a cubicle,

but I was gonna hold out
for something with a window.

You think this is funny?

Henry, you got shot.

Babe, it's fine.

What am I gonna tell the kids?

Tell them I got
in a car accident.

No, I don't mean
the cover story.

I mean if you get killed.

I'll have to explain to them
that their dad thought

it was a good idea
to throw himself in harm's way.

I didn't throw
myself anywhere.

We had no reason to believe
this meet was compromised.

That's a minor technicality

if the bullet had
landed in your head.

Okay.

I was asked to manage an asset

to help stop another
domestic terror attack.

I can't do that
from behind a desk. [groans]

If you think I should quit,

then just say it.

I think you should quit.

With my asset in danger?

With VFF on the verge
of a major attack?Compound's surrounded.

The threat is
contained. It's over.No, it's not.

We got a SKU number
off the thermographic camera.

It goes back to
a military depot in Texas,

so God knows how much more
military hardware they have.

Why not use the
serial numbers?

What?
On the drone.

Every piece of
military equipment

has a unique serial number.

Yeah, the number
was filed off,

but it was a retrofit
back in '08...

The weapons that we're looking
for, they fit that pattern.

All the serial numbers
are filed off.

Every time we tried to trace
them back, it was a dead end.

In that depot, what
else is in that depot?

Humvees, tanks,
heavy munitions.

Stinger missiles?

Depleted uranium?

We're looking
for the same supplier.

DALTON:
Elizabeth, how's Henry?

He-He's recovering, sir.

He tried to drag himself
here from the hospital.

Of course he did. What's
the latest on the drone?

It was traced to a depot
in Corpus Christi, Texas, sir.

BECKER:
The same facility

also received shipments
of uranium, tank shells,

and another recent
item of note.

Stinger missiles.

ELIZABETH:
This is it.

Ground zero for
the smuggling ring

and the whole conspiracy.

MO:
And whoever's running it

has access to unlimited supply
of military-grade weapons.

And selling to
the highest bidder.

Do we know what else is missing?

No, sir,
and that's what scares me.DALTON: Shut it down.

Question everyone
who works there.

I want every bullet and
ball bearing accounted for.

Already into it, sir.

Bureau's on alert,
Mr. President.

CIA has every analyst
with a pulse working overtime.

And tell DHS to put out
a National Terrorism Bulletin.

I want every county, city,
and town across the country

prepared in case of attack.

BECKER:
Yes, sir.

Mr. Secretary,
you get my proposal?

About the rhino program?

Yeah, but kind of busy with
a renegade depot right now.

You liked it, didn't you?

[sighs]

It was a good PowerPoint.

All right, but we're gonna
need tangible results

if it's gonna continue.

I owe you one.

Yes, you do,
Madam Secretary.

JIM:
How'd you find me?

Your hobby's an open secret.

It's competition
in its purest form.

The weak get shunted aside.

Relaxes me.

I have nothing to say
to you or the FBI.

No, no, no,
you misunderstand.

I'm here to offer
my sympathy.

I know what it's like watching
someone die in front of you,

thinking, on some level,
it's all your fault.

Excuse me? How is
any of this my fault?

You were hired for the single
purpose of getting Barry Milken

out of custody so your employer
could have him killed.

Saying I got played?

Like a cheap kazoo.

And instead of fighting back,
you're sitting here

feeding the pigeons.

I'm not afraid of anybody.

Tell it to the birds.

Or better yet,
tell me who hired you.

Uh, you wanted to see me, ma'am?

Yeah.

I wanted to tell you
in person

that your proposal
is officially a go.

What? How did we... uh, I mean,
you afford the pills?

The secretary of defense

found money in his
global contingency fund.

Ambassador Dang just okayed
the pilot program.

Oh, ma'am, this is... oh, wow.

Next time, Gwen, don't wait
for an invitation.

You sat on this proposal
for how long?

Two years.

A good idea is meaningless
without the courage to act.

You must speak up.

Yes, ma'am.

Um, will that be all?

N-No.

Oh.
I'm appointing you

principal deputy coordinator
to the ambassador-at-large

for global health diplomacy.

But that means...

You're getting promoted.

[laughs]

Yeah.

[laughing]

[crying]:
Thank you. Thank you.

It was a very good idea.

[quietly]:
Thank you.

[laughs, sobs]

ELIZABETH:
Hey.

What's that smell?

JASON: Uh, that is
the scent of victory.

You know, I actually think
Dad's car accident

knocked some sense into him.

Oh, yeah?
Should we show her?

Mother, behold, the Renwal
Visible V-8 Engine.

[gears whirring]
Yes.

[laughs]
Whoa.

ELIZABETH:
That's, uh, visible...
JASON:
Yeah, yeah.

You can see every detail
of the cycle right there.

See that?It's a marvel of design.

You can see the firing
pattern of the pistons.

Now, is that smoke
part of the marvel?

I think that's just dust.What? No. Look.

That smells like smoke
and battery acid.

Jace, maybe turn it off.

No, okay, you do realize

this took Dad more than 40 years
to get working?

With your help, pal.

All the more reason not
to let it go up in flames

and take the house with it.

Get it out of here, please.Okay.

Okay. Yeah.Fine. I'm-I'm gonna
try and figure out

where the smoke's
coming from.

Might be a cracked seal
or something.

"Cracked seal."

Wow, bonding accomplished.

What happened?

I don't know.
[laughs]

Sympathy for the
crash victim?

Cupcake Warsfatigue?

Maybe it's the ghost of my
old man working his magic.

My money's on your dad.[laughs]

Do you think that
they're actually buying

the car-accident cover story?

Maybe.

Maybe they're just too scared
to consider the alternative.

Any news about Ian?

No sign of him.

There's an FBI surveillance team
out there looking for him.

Either he set me up
or he's dead, so...

[quietly]:
How are you doing?

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Okay, send him in.

Madam Secretary.

We have a mutual enemy.

I want to work with you
to destroy him.