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NADINE: The framework
for the next phase

of the talks is in place.

The Iranians have
signed off on Vienna.

Though not on the venue.

We just need to finalize
the schedule.
And the venue.

Schedule determines
available venues.

We'll get into it, sir.

If it were up to me,
I would lock the Iranians in

the back room of a clam bar
until we had a deal.

It might have to be a Wiener
Schnitzel bar in Vienna, sir.

All right.
Thanks, everybody.

Uh, Matt...
Yeah?

how's that speech
coming along?

I'll have a draft for you
by the time you land.

Good.

Sir...

the policy stances you asked for

are very much at odds
with the administration.

(wry laugh)
Again?

(quiet laugh)

I can soften them.

Nah.

I want a clear, bold vision.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and Matt...

you know I count on
your discretion.

Of course.

What did he want?
Nothing.

You're lying.
No, I'm not.

And you're
bad at it.

Look, if I were lying,

which I am not,
you would never know.

So the secretary just wanted
to shoot the breeze?

We have a rapport.
Oh, please.

You know, you're just...
you're just jealous

that the big guy is

taking an
interest in me.

Wait, that man would
eat his young for a leg up.

You're mistaking cozy
for something else.

You wanted to see me,
Mr. Secretary?

Yes. Come in.

I am sorry,

but I have to cancel
our weekend.

Is it your wife?

No, it's personal business.

Can I ask what?

You can ask me anything.

It's an estate matter

relating to my family's old
cattle ranch outside Caracas.

I...I need to handle
it personally.

Okay, then.

When I get back...

I'll make it up to you.

You better.

(chuckles)

You're good to go,
Mr. Secretary.

Thanks, Fred.

Mike and Tony'll have your
back while you're down there.

If they can keep up.

Hope you boys
like riding horses.

(both chuckle)

Happy trails, sir.
Thanks.

(sudden bang, rattling)

Oh, great.

(banging, rumbling)

Pretty rough, huh?

Are you all right?
Are you all right?

We have hit
severe C.A.T.

I think the stub trim's
broken completely.

What the hell is going on?

I've lost pitch control.

Can you get it back?

The stabilizer's
failed completely.

I cannot keep us in the air.

So it goes.

All right, trying
to push and roll,

(over speaker):
losing altitude fast.

No, no, no, no, no...

(static, cuts off)

Play back that last part.

PILOT:
...keep us in the air.

VINCENT:
So it goes.

"So it goes," huh?
He's pretty calm

for a guy who thinks
he's about to die.

The NTSB didn't
find the comment remarkable.

Well, they didn't
have reason to.

I once had a wing drop that sent
me into an uncontrolled roll

at 1,000 feet--I didn't
know if I had room to bail.

Whoa, you never told me this.

Well, I...
the point is, uh,

everything slowed.
All I felt was calm.

Okay, Iceman,
but you were a pilot

and Marsh doesn't exactly

sound calm to me--
more like he isn't surprised.

You know, like he
crossed someone

and is expecting payback.

You've seen too many
spy movies, Isabelle.

And lived a few.

What about you, babe?

Does he sound
like a guy

who suspected
foul play?

Well, George
thought it was. I...

Two months after
Marsh's plane went down,

George stood
right over there and said

that crash wasn't an accident...

and that somebody in the CIA

was behind it.
No matter how
wigged out George was,

he was a damn good analyst.

Three days later,
George dies in a car crash

that anybody with basic
tradecraft skills

could have made
look like an accident.

It reeks of foul play.

And yet here's this
2,000-page NTSB report

that concludes Vincent Marsh's
plane crash was an accident.

Well, we owe it to George to see
if we can prove it wrong. Gimme.

The NTSB's conclusion
seems irrefutable.

The R-47 jackscrew

in the tail assembly failed,

taking out the horizontal
stabilizers, resulting in

an unrecoverable dive.

A broken screw?
Seriously?

Well, the R-47

is more like a-a rod.

It's about an inch
in diameter.

Says it was rated
for ten years.

Was at eight and a half
at the time of the crash.

It's not crazy that it
would fail a little early.

Well, the C-600 jet has
a pretty great safety record.

Only one crash
in the past 15 years, in Dubai.

Wait a minute--
I remember that.

I was on the Middle East
desk at the time.

Uh, some...
Iranian scientist died?

Yeah, their top
nuclear physicist.

Right. There was speculation
that Mossad was behind that.

It was also
stabilizer failure.

The R-47 jackscrew.
Is that a coincidence?

Well, there's a whole
section on it here.

Let's see,
the investigators looked hard

at the Dubai crash,
comparing it

to Marsh's.
Right, at the time, the screw
was rated for 15 years.

Was changed to ten after.

But they emphasize
the only connection

between Dubai and Marsh

is the failure to recognize
the weakness of the alloy

used in the screws
in the first place.

So...if someone
sabotaged Marsh's plane,

they knew that the investigators
would look at the Dubai crash

and assume it was a similar
issue with that screw.

Which is exactly
what happened.

Okay...

so how do you sabotage
an R-47 jackscrew?

The jackscrew's concealed behind

the main plate
and the tail section,

so...
You're familiar
with this type of plane?

There are some
design similarities

to the F/A-18's
I used to fly.

And I knew every
inch of that plane.

I'll study up on this.
For now,

who could have access
to that main plate?

Okay, you'd have to

remove the plate
to get to the jackscrew

and then reattach it--
pretty big job.

Given security, because
it was Marsh's plane...
Right.

...it could only have been
a legit maintenance worker.

And of all the maintenance
workers, it would have to be

someone not just
rated for airframe,

but with an expertise

in tail section
hydraulics as well.

One of these five guys.

So if the plane was sabotaged,

one of them did it.

ELIZABETH:
Doesn't feel real

until the POI's go up
on the whiteboard.

I'll run deep background
on them--quietly.

Is this what you do all day
at Langley, Isabelle?

Pretty much.

But it was more fun
when Elizabeth was

still around.
Yeah,

hopped up on caffeine,
solving mysteries

the rest of the world
didn't know about.

If you screw up,
people die.

That sounds really fun.

Just like old times, yeah?

Except now
I'm secretary of state

and my boss is the president.

He's not just

Director Dalton
in the funny bow tie anymore.

Conrad, hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, do you have a minute, Bess?

Sure.

Oh, uh...

let me just go get
some more coffee.

Oh, please.

What's up?

I, uh, wanted to
check with you about

that Dubai crash.

Well, UAE prelim report
said it was an accident.

What do you think?

Five Iranian nationals dead.

UAE is neutral toward Iran.

No reason to doubt the report.

And Abolfazi?

Just a coincidence
he was on board?

Definitely bad for Iran's
nuclear ambitions.

You think Mossad
had something to do with it?

I don't know.

It's good for us, too.

Yeah.

Guess we got lucky.

Let me know if you
hear anything, huh?
Yeah.

Maybe we shouldn't

be doing this.

Of course we should.

What are we talking about?

If Marsh was murdered,

whoever's behind it
had no problem

killing the
secretary of state.

We have to
consider the kids.

Maybe it's too dangerous
to go poking around.

You know what'd be dangerous?

Not knowing.

Are you about to
quote Sun Tzu?

No, I'm more of a Patton guy.

But you do need
to know your enemy.

It wouldn't be safe

for our family
for us not to look into this.

Maybe that screw just failed.

Maybe it was
just an accident.

No, I'm not asking him out,
that's insane.

Isn't it?

I mean, I can't
ask him out.

How do you ask
a guy like that out?

Two shots at a big brother
that I will never get back.

I have to break in
my cleats, doofus.

Here? Like, now?

Do you actually think
that I should ask him out?
I have a big game tomorrow.

Wait, your games
are on Sunday.
It's playoffs.

Quarterfinals
are after school.

What? No. I have
a seminar tomorrow.

Ah, I'm gonna miss it.
I'm so sorry, Noodle.

That's fine.

It's only quarterfinals.

I'll go.

I thought your security guy
said you can't.

Well, it's the playoffs.

Yay. But no being diplomatic
about who you root for.

No worries there.
I will shamelessly

cheer for you...

and jeer and hiss
at the other team.

Oh, hey, no, you're right.

Yes, I am gonna ask him out.

Well, I don't know,
I need to, like...
(both sighing)

Bye, guys.

DAISY: Madam Secretary.
ELIZABETH: Good morning.

We'd like to review the protocol
for tomorrow's Nauru coffee.

Nay-who?
Uh, Nauru.

It's one of our fellow
nations on Earth, ma'am.

Since when?

3,000 years ago.

Uh, tiny, South Pacific island,
population 10,000,

but Godfrey Yispinza,
their president, is coming,

so we'll need full-on
head of state moves.

Actually, Yispinza's
their foreign minister.

Might want to get
our facts straight

so we make those
right moves.
They are, ma'am.

He's definitely the president.
Foreign minister.

Seems my crack team
has this under control.

I trust you
to handle the planning.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.
DAISY: Yes,
Madam Secretary.

Morning, Blake.
Morning,
Madam Secretary.

Get me Fred Cole
in my office.

Uh, yes, but first, there's
someone else in your office.

Scary guy.

(sighs heavily)

Russell...

you gotta stop
intimidating my assistant.

I can say the
same about you

and the NTSB chair.
What do you mean?

I got a call from
Chairman Nelson.

Said you inquired about
the Marsh report.

That's right.

(chuckles):
Did you really ask if

they polygraphed the
maintenance guys?

I just had a few questions.

You planning
to question the report?

Of course not.
But I'm sitting

in Marsh's seat--
I'm interested

in what happened.
What happened is
in the damn report.

You know, someone
recently reminded me

that I'm fourth in line
for the presidency.

So you don't get to come into
my office and push me around.

And I'm Chief of Staff
to the actual president.

It's my job to know everything

and to keep peace between
all the departments.

Through bullying
and intimidation?

Madam Secretary...

don't go sticking your nose
where it doesn't belong.

Oh, Russell,
get out of my office.

FRED:
Westmore Prep's soccer field

is what we call a "rat trap."

Easily accessible,
hard to escape.

360 degrees of open area,

lines of sight all around.

Mm. Yeah.

I see that.

And now I'm asking you
to make it work.

I don't know
if I can do that, ma'am.

Well, then we
have a problem.

Because I am going to my
daughter's soccer game,

right there,

tomorrow at 2:30.

Due respect...
but not on my watch.

Fred...
you know my next move.

I don't want
to have to let you go.

Ma'am...

I already lost
one Secretary of State...

...I'm not losing another one.

Secretary Marsh died
in a plane crash.

Wasn't your fault, Fred.

My job is to keep
the secretary safe.

I don't make excuses, ma'am.

Okay.

How about this?

You take whatever
precautions you need to.

Even embarrassing ones.

You could lock me in
a bulletproof bubble
if you have to--just...

you get me to that game.

Ma'am, we really
should go over

the seating chart for the
Nauru coffee tomorrow.

Chart, huh?
I know you're
not a fan....

Uh, wait...cancel Nauru.

Bring in the, uh,
Israeli delegation instead.

On one day's notice?
Yeah.

(groans) Ma'am,
the Nauru coffee

has been on the
books for months.

Prime Minister Yispinza
is already here in DC.

Somebody has got to nail down
that guy's title.

Why Israel?

Why now?
Because the secretary said so.

But won't the Nauruans
be offended?

Of course they will.

Which is why God created
gift baskets.

How are we supposed to prep
for Israel in less than a day?

By not wasting any more time.

I'll get into it
with the Office of
the Chief of Protocol.

(tablet chimes)

What is it?
Uh, my landlord.

The pipes in my
building burst.
I gotta go.

Wait. You're lying.

No, I'm not.

Dude!
I'll talk to you later.

Wait--what about prepping
for Israel?

What do you have for me
on the secretary, Matt?

I don't have anything.

Of course you do.

Tell me...

what kind of
mood she's in.

I'm...

I don't feel comfortable
with this.

Well, you were comfortable
coming to me when you
worked for Marsh.

That was different.

She's not conspiring
against the president.

What is she doing?

I never agreed to spy
on Secretary McCord.

I won't do it.

Well, then think of it
as keeping tabs.

Come on, Matt,
this is how it works.

You give me something,

and I give you something...

Don't you want an office
in the West Wing?

ISABELLE: I ran deep background
on our five mechanics,

called in favors,
came close to breaking laws.

It's not one of them.
Sorry.

No red flags,

no unexplained
influxes of money

or secret bank accounts,
no suspicious behavior.

Well, then that's it,
we're done.

If the plane was sabotaged,
it had to be one of them.

Maybe not.

Okay, you're the one

who said it had
to be one of them.

I've been looking over
the design of the C-600.

What about it?

Marsh's pilot cites

a patch of severe C.A.T.--
Clear Air Turbulence--

in the moments
before the dive.

But turbulence can't
take a plane down--

even I know that.
Right,
but severe C.A.T.

is rough, and if there's
already metal fatigue

on a part,
like the R-47 jackscrew,

the pressure can push it

to the breaking point.
Which is the NTSB's conclusion.

So what if it wasn't C.A.T.?

What if it was something else

and the pilot mistook it
for turbulence?

Sabotage a different part
of the plane

in order to put stress
on the jackscrew?

Pilot says it's turbulence,

so the NTSB investigators
never questioned it.

They assumed
the jackscrew cracked,
which caused the tail

to come apart, because
the plane was shaking.

But what if the tail
breaking apart

is what caused the shaking?

Which, in turn,
put pressure on the jackscrew.

But wouldn't the investigators
have noted the order of events?

When the plane crashed,

everything
was smashed to pieces.

So there's no way to know
what order they broke up in.

Well, look, I have...
no idea how any of this

would be achieved--
it's just a crazy theory.

No, it's interesting.

It's like a magic trick.

And then the pilot
unwittingly helps sell it

by reporting turbulence.

It would have to be a genius,
like a diabolical saboteur

out of a Bond movie.

If you were going to kill
the Secretary of State,

don't you think you'd want
to hire one of those types?

(video gunfire blasting)

Apparently...

every pair of my shoes
is out of fashion.

You really needed a magazine
to tell you that, Mom?

Guess I'll just embarrass
you at your game.

She's already
embarrassing me at this game.

Come on, Dad, stop
going easy on me.

I'm not.
(Stevie screams)

Stevie! What? What?

I have a date

with the cutest guy
on Earth!

(giggling)

Are you guys okay?

(video game weapon firing)

(sighs)

Did you get my text?

Yeah. All 106 of 'em.

Oh, you counted them,
but you didn't respond?

Look, I drafted
her remarks, okay?

Oh, what do you want,
a Scooby snack?

Where the hell
have you been?

I...I told you, I...
my pipes burst.

Then let's see the pictures

of the flooding
you took on your phone

for the insurance claim.
I don't have insurance.

It was a job interview.

That's why you've been
so preoccupied.

But you already have
a great job,

so it must be a greater job.

The White House?

No...I mean, no, no,
absolutely not.

Oh, protest too much?

No! I mean...cut-cut it out.

It's a deputy spot.

Hey, I need to review
the secretary's remarks.

Did you get
my messaging statement?

Knock, knock.
What is it, Blake?

The NASA administrator
wants a meeting

with Madam Secretary.
NASA?

Does he know we
only handle Earth?

He said it was urgent.

What's it about?

Time travel.

Excuse me?

You heard me right.

Okay.

Well...if you've got
a time machine,

I'd sure like to borrow it.

(wry laugh)

You think that what I do
doesn't matter,

that the space program
is irrelevant.

The fact that
my agency

is the only one
in the entire government

currently driving a freaking SUV

across the surface of Mars
isn't important.

Administrator...

No, no, please...
call me Glenn.

Glenn...

my earliest memories are
of the Apollo missions.

I think NASA
plays a vital role

in this country.

Thank you.

ELIZABETH:
So how can I

help you...

with time travel?

The Gimbal-Solander telescope

is scheduled
to be deployed next month.

Its next-gen lenses
are so powerful

that they will be able
to see back in time,

to the light that emanated
in the...in the milliseconds

after the big bang.

Now, of course, we're
placing it on the equator,

in a corner of the Earth
devoid of light pollution.

Let me guess:

On a remote island
in the South Pacific.

Nauru?

It was supposed
to be placed on Nauru...

until the State Department...

insulted Nauru's
Chairman of the Cabinet Yispinza

by unceremoniously
canceling on him.

Chairman of the Cabinet?

There's been some debate
over Mr. Yispinza's title.

Doesn't matter
what his title is.

He's threatening
to cancel our contract.

But there is
no better place on Earth

for the Gimbal-Solander.

Please...

make things right with Nauru.

I'll do my best.

ELIZABETH:
Thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, Glenn...

what do you
think you'll...

see in that billions-
year-old light?

It's impossible to say.

Maybe God.

Or secrets of the universe.

The unknowable, Ms. Tolliver.

NADINE:
The briefing book

for the Israeli
coffee, ma'am.

Oh...you really think
I'll be able to read all...

172 pages between here
and...Conference Room East?

Your communications department
came through on short notice.
(sighs)

Well, luckily, I'm
pretty well versed

in Israeli geopolitics.

NASA guy likes
you, you know.

He does not.
Trust me--years
of spy training.

Plus, you know,
I'm a woman.

You should
ask him out.
I couldn't.

I noticed he wasn't
wearing a ring.

Spy training's
pretty impressive.

I'm not ready.

I don't want
to overstep.
Too late.

(sighs)

Nadine, you deserve
to be happy.

Besides...

maybe he'll let you
drive the Mars Rover.

See you in there.

MATT:
I am the writer.

Look, I'm in charge
of the messaging.

Is-is that even a word?

I'm gonna punch you.

Hey! You need to work

together.
MATT:
Great.

So I will write the
talking points, and then

you can...message them

however you want.

No. I'll craft
the message first.

You sound ri...
(woman screaming)

What the hell
was that?
Uh...

Oh, my God, he was just here.
How can this be happening?

Maybe they got it wrong.
Do we have confirmation?

NADINE:
What is it?

Uh...

(woman crying)

Uh, Secretary Marsh's plane...

went down in the Atlantic.

(gasps, shudders)

Coast Guard confirms.

There's no survivors.

Gather all the undersecretaries.

Get them all in
here right now.

Jay, go!

Yeah, okay, yeah, come on,

all right, people, come on.

ELIZABETH: Our challenges
in the Middle East

are great,
but our commitment

to a shared vision
of peace and prosperity

in the region needs
to be even greater.

Thank you all for coming.

Now eat.

Ambassador Dori.

Ah, Madam Secretary.

Your remarks were
very gracious.

Thanks for saying that.

They often feel
a little canned.

I know the feeling.

Sometimes I miss
our old jobs.

Being under the radar.

I don't think I'll ever get used
to talking about what I'm doing.

(laughs)

Well, speaking of things
that you didn't talk about--

the C-600 crash
in Dubai in 2003--

there were whisperings that
Mossad was behind that.

Were there?

If I remember it correctly,

the investigation concluded
it was an accident.

Iran's top nuclear physicist
was on board.

A happy accident.

Well, hypothetically,

if it weren't
an accident,

might you have
engineered the means

by which pressure was
placed on the tail section,

overstressing the
R-47 jackscrew?

You have quite a knowledge
of avionics, Madam Secretary.

So, am I right?

Think of it as reminiscing.

We're just talking
hypotheticals here.

If you wanted
to overstress the jackscrew,

you would remove
the tail plate and strip

the threads
on the vertical stabilizer nut.

Tail plate.
That's removed during...

Removed during fueling.

Right.

And subject to infrequent
inspections for wear.

Once the control starts to slip,

the plane would begin to shake.

And the pilot would likely
just report it as turbulence.

It would stress

the tail section
to the point that even

a correctly-maintained
jackscrew would fail.

Hypothetically, of course.

Was the CIA involved?

You have to ask me?

U.S. had as much skin
in the game as Israel.

Please just tell me
if anyone in the CIA

was read into it.

I think we have reminisced
enough, Madam Secretary.

A pleasure.

ISABELLE: The fueling
technician, John Castellano.

He has an honest face.

Hidden bank account.
Caymans.

As buried as you get.

Well, trust me, you don't want
to know how I found it,

but I'm not at all surprised
the NTSB didn't.

Disgruntled Interpol
finance agent?

Oh, I'm not telling.
You need plausible deniability.

Fine. Any activity?

Day before the crash,

half a million dollars
showed up in the account.

From where?

Untraceable.

Think it could be
a coincidence?

Running drugs
through the airport...

Or smuggling,
money laundering.

No, we're not gonna know
until we get him

into a room and break him.

You think that's a good idea?

No.

But we're all in now.

What makes you think
he'd break?

The play's the thing.

That'd be a hell of a bold move,
unprecedented.

You sure you want
to go there?

All in.

Bess.

It could put the
entire administration at risk.

I don't know who I can trust.

Just get him in a room.

I don't care how you do it.

Hi, Matt.

Hey, Blake.

What can I do for you?

No, just...
just saying hey.

Please don't. Please.
Sorry.

So, um, uh, what's up with
the secretary canceling

on Nauru and
bringing in Israel?

Is this small talk,
or do you have an agenda?

I'm just checking in
with you, dude.
Please don't.

What, we're-we're
human beings, you know?

We're social creatures.

Okay, now you're just
making me uncomfortable.

(knocking)

Glenn.

I hope you don't mind
me stopping by.

Not at all.

Had a meeting downstairs

about a joint
satellite launch with Japan,

and just want
to say thank you for...

making nice with Nauru.

Well, it's our job--
making nice.

You're good at it.

Telescope is back on track.

And President Yispinza

is over the moon about that
state lunch you're planning.

President?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,
and prime minister.

And foreign minister,

and chairman of the cabinet.

Small country.

Not enough politicians.

Ah.

He wears all the hats.

He also runs
a fish and tackle shop.

(laughs)

Well, we'll be sure
we get the protocol right

for all of his positions.

I would love to hear about
how you plan a lunch like that.

Uh, perhaps over lunch?

Oh...

um, I-I really
can't leave today.

The secretary is
at her daughter's soccer game,

and I'm holding down the fort.

Maybe another time.

I hold down the fort a lot.

Of course.

I actually ought to go
check on my fort.

Yeah.

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

(girls shouting)

(crowd shouting)

ELIZABETH:
Come on, Wildcats!

Come on, Wildcats!

Clear it out of there!

Come on!

Yes!
(cheering)

Thataway!

(Elizabeth whoops)
(crowd cheers)

John Castellano?

Ms. Barnes.

Ah, no. Call me Laura.

Thanks for meeting me
here today.

I've just had appointments
all over town.

It's-it's no problem.

I appreciate the opportunity.

Oh, I like
your attitude already.

And I think
the Jandermann Group will, too.

Mr. Jandermann likes positive,

can-do folks.
(laughs)

And from what I understand,
he pays better

than my current employer, so...

Yeah, if you like
that kind of thing.

(laughs)
Yeah.
(laughing):
Yeah.

So...let's talk fueling.

Okay.
Yeah.

(indistinct,
overlapping shouting)

Yes!
(cheering)

(crowd sighing and groaning)

Whoa! What?
What? No call?

That's a legal
play, ma'am.

Whose side are you on?
I'm just...

(whistle blowing)

Halftime!
Ten minutes!

Good half. Great half.

I want to...
I want to go see her.
Okay.

I can't get over you out there!

Can you believe
that dive stop I made?

If I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes, no.

Can you believe?
Fred, did you see that?
Sure, it was really great.

Did you see
that save?
She was great.

Ma'am, uh, listen,
can you take a secure call?

Sure.
I can hang back
with the team.

No, no, no, I want, I want you
to hang with me.

Come on, come on.

Baby.

(laughs)

Listen, Noodle,
something's come up.

Don't you have
to take that call?
Actually, no.

I need a favor.

That's all I have.

Do you have any questions
for me, Mr. Castellano?

Yeah. When do I start?

(both laugh)

Hey, you know what?
How about this?

Mr. Jandermann is heading back

to Houston tonight,
but I think I can get him

to sit down with you
for a few minutes

in his hotel room,
if you're free now.

Yeah. Yeah, that's great.

Great.

(sighs)

I owe you one, Fred.

This never
happened, ma'am.

Fancy place.

Yeah, Mr. Jandermann
does all right.

You have a key?

Yup.

Have a seat.

So, he's, uh...
he's here?

Oh, yeah.
He'll be right up.

Yeah, something
feels off about this.

Sit down, Mr. Castellano.

Sit.

Do you know who I am?

What the hell is sh...

Who am I,
Mr. Castellano? Say it.

You're-you're the...

you're the Secretary of State.

That's right.

Did you know my predecessor,
Vincent Marsh?

Did you kill Secretary of State
Vincent Marsh?

I'm gonna
ask you again.

Did you kill Secretary of State
Vincent Marsh

by sabotaging
his C-600 jet?

ISABELLE:
As you fueled the plane,
you opened the tail plate

and stripped
the vertical

stabilizer nut,
isn't that right?

I see it is.

And you received $500,000
for your trouble

in a numbered Cayman account.
I take it that wasn't...

lottery winnings.

I don't even know
what's happening here.

I don't want to be here.
You're free to go

anytime you like.

Problem is, if you do,
we can't guarantee

you won't be grabbed up
and thrown in a hole

for the rest
of your life.

I don't want that
any more than you do.

Now, obviously, somebody put
you up to sabotaging that plane.

If you tell me the truth,

I can make sure
that you're treated fairly.

How do I know I can trust you?

You don't.

But I am the Secretary of State

and you don't have
any better options.

Let me help you, John.

They said I couldn't talk
to anybody.

Who?
I don't know.

Then how did they
communicate with you?

Phone.

I get this call

saying my kid's life's in danger
I don't do exactly as they say.

And they send me an e-mail

with a live video link

of my daughter
in her preschool playground

with one of those laser
red target dots on her forehead.

My four-year-old girl.

Male or female voice?

I don't know.

It was one
of those, uh,

electronically
altered voices.

Said I, um...

I don't do exactly as
they say, she's dead.

If I called the cops
or talked to anybody...

they'd kill my whole family.

When I saw the
half mil in the bank,

that's when I knew
it was for real.

And the instructions
for sabotaging the plane?

E-mail.

You know, I'm just a fueler.
(wry chuckle)

I didn't know exactly
what it would do.

Not that I didn't
have some idea.

When I saw that the
plane crashed...

I'm sorry, but what
was I supposed to do?

Did you have
any other communications

with these people?

No. No.

I-I didn't even
touch the money.

No matter what
the circumstances were,

you were a part
of the assassination

of the Secretary of State.

Now, if I have you arrested,
it'll tip off whoever hired you.

That's why I'm letting you go.

And then, as long
as you stay quiet,

and never speak a word
of any of this,

I can protect you.

And I can protect your daughter.

That's the only way.

Okay.

Ms. Barnes will contact you
about getting into your...

computer and your e-mails.

You'll cooperate.

Yes.

Now go.

Now what?

Special delivery.

What?!

Security
sent them up.

From an admirer of yours.

Lose the smirk, Blake,

and get back to your desk.

(quiet titter)

(sighs)

Ma'am, do you
have a minute?

No, not really.

It's important.

(sighs)

What's wrong?

Ma'am, I need to come clean.

I kind of spied on Secretary
Marsh for Russell Jackson.

"Kind of"?

Marsh was going to run against
Dalton in the next cycle.

He never acknowledged it
directly,

but he had me writing
all of these speeches

with policy positions that
were completely out of whack

with the
administration.

Said he wanted to have them,
just in case.

That's a hell of
a dilemma, Matt.

You're telling me.
I, uh...

I was popping antacids
like Tic Tacs,

wrestling with whether
to be loyal to Marsh

or Dalton.

I decided that, ultimately,

we all serve at the pleasure
of the president.

So you told Jackson.

How'd he take it?

How do you think?

Give me a little more poetry
in this section.

You got it.
JACKSON:
Vincent,

we need to talk.

Thanks, Matt.

JACKSON (muffled): You're
planning to run, aren't you?

MARSH (muffled):
Excuse me?

JACKSON: Against Dalton
in the next cycle.

(scoffs)

Where'd you get that?

Not denying much?

I'm not dignifying the question.

You know, I tried to convince
Dalton not to go with you,

but the old boys in the party
thought it was your turn.

What do you want?

I'm just putting
you on notice.

You don't backstab the president
of your own party

without consequences.

Is that a threat, Russell?

It's a guarantee.

I speak for
the president on this.

As you might imagine,
he's pretty upset.
And he'll have

no compunction whatsoever
slitting the throat of someone

who has been a staunch ally

and helped
get him elected?

So it goes.

ELIZABETH:
"So it goes."

He said that?

Yeah.

It was an odd turn of phrase.

It stuck with me.

Why does it matter?

And he specifically said
the president was upset?

Yeah. Of course
the president was upset.

You tell anyone else?

No.

But when Marsh's plane
went down,

I-I couldn't help but wonder

if they had something
to do with it.

I-I mean, I felt like
a crazy conspiracy theorist.

I was relieved
when the NTSB report came out.

I bet.

So why tell me now?

Because now Jackson wants me
to spy on you.

Really?

Yeah, in exchange for a job
at the White House.

I tried
to tell him no,

but he made me promise
to think about it.

Tell him you'll do it.

What?

Why?

Now that I know that he's spying
on me, I can use a double agent.

No, no, no, I-I don't think
that-that's a good idea.

Matt, you've been dishonest.

Think of it as your penance.

PILOT (recorded):
The stabilizer's failed
completely.

I cannot keep us in the air.

MARSH:
So it goes.

PILOT:
Trying to push and...

(sighs)

When his plane
was going down,

Vincent Marsh was thinking

Jackson and Dalton
were behind it.

That doesn't mean he was right.

Ambassador Dori
didn't deny

that the CIA was involved
in the Dubai crash.

If they were, then Dalton
knew how to sabotage a C-600

and get away with it.

Maybe he tapped me

because he didn't think
I'd ever suspect him.

Your loyalty is your soft spot?

Maybe I'm Secretary of State

because he wanted
to keep me close,

which would explain
Russell making overtures

to Matt about
spying on me.

I'm calling the President
of the United States a murderer.

Now is really a time for you to
start talking me off the ledge.

I'm sorry, babe.

(sighs)
I got nothing.

What's my next move?

(phone blips, buzzes)

They need me
in the Situation Room.

(speaking quietly)

(echoing):
Bess.

North Korea's
acting out again.

Let's catch you up.