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The South American nation of Colombia

has been engaged in a
devastating domestic conflict

for more than five decades,

which has claimed hundreds
of thousands of lives.

On one side, the conservative,

democratically elected government.

On the other, a powerful
far-left rebel group.

But today, an historic truce is on hand,

and for that we can thank
these two millennials,

Juan-Luis Moreno and Soledad Penagos,

otherwise known as the "Romeo
and Juliet of Colombia."

Hey, can I get a hand over here?

Romeo and Juliet are gonna be in town

for three days celebrating
this peace deal.

- You're gonna see a lot more of that.
- Can't wait.

Well, I for one think they're adorable.

You shouldn't be so jaded about love.

It's gonna happen to you one day.

Want to bet?

It's so bogus.

Anyway, it's a
manufactured relationship.

A complete and total media creation.

Thank you, Noam Chomsky.

Now, you want to give me a hand?

The son of the president
and the daughter

of the resistance
leader just fall in love,

and a peace treaty is born?

And you guys are just lapping this up.

It's about passing the
mantle to the millennials

- on a global scale.
- The main point is

that when this peace
treaty is signed in a month,

Colombia will end

a half a century of conflict.

And then?

Juan-Luis and Soledad's wedding.

I rest my case.

Yes... No, what I was
actually talking about

is the aid package that
State has put together

for all of South America.

We're signing an MOU

with Venezuela this week.

I know I've talked about this before.

An MOU...

It's a Memorandum of
Understanding, right?

It's, like, the document that lays out

our strategic objectives

with Colombia, Venezuela and Ecuador.

Yes! Thank you!

It was not easy getting these countries

to agree on anything,
so it is nice to know

that one of my kids listens to me.

Actually, I was listening
to Russell Jackson.

Ooh...

Okay, yesterday, he made me

Soledad Penagos's White House liaison.

- That is so exciting!
- Hey!

So I've been up all night,

and I'm learning everything I can

about the peace deal and
the... trade agreements.

Is that work? Because if it is,

you said you would give me a ride.

- You cannot bail! Because I don't
have a car today. - I can, I can.

- I can if you hurry and we go
right now. - Okay. All right.

- I'm done. I'm done.
- The Venezuelan foreign minister

is on his way to my office,

and he used the word "urgent."

Problem with the aid package?

Unless he has an urgent
muffin basket for me.

Okay.

But the apartment's as
much yours as it is Abby's.

She can't keep you locked out forever.

I'm not locked out. I...

I agreed to give her space.

Four weeks is a lot of space.

All part of the process.

But, yeah, it feels like an eternity.

But we have another therapy
session this morning,

- so I'm gonna propose...
- Hey, roomie. Scott.

...a timeline for me to come home.

Hey, how about the three of
us grab drinks tomorrow night?

That new bar on 18th?

Maybe we'll even have
something to celebrate, huh?

All right, man.

Can we just start drinking now?

Minister Rojas, when we spoke yesterday,

you assured me that Venezuela

was on board with the aid package.

And today, President Alvarado
is having second thoughts.

Your country is still
recovering from the earthquake

that killed his predecessor.

Why on earth

would he refuse international aid?

In his inauguration speech,

Alvarado promised to continue the legacy

of the late President Suarez.

Which means he can't appear to be

too friendly with the U.S.

Seriously?

There's also the issue of tying
us financially to Colombia.

For the good of everyone involved.

- You want coffee?
- No, thank you.

We'll be able to replace
illegal coca fields

with high-value exports,
like açaí and quinoa.

It will help grow

the entire region economically,

and it will significantly reduce
drugs and crime in the U.S.

And it is a great contribution

to the world at large.

How could your president not
want to be a part of that?

It is only a pipe dream if the
peace agreement doesn't hold.

Back home, there are rumors
that it is on shaky ground,

that the Colombian congress is wavering.

President Moreno and
ECS leader Mateo Penagos

do not get along.

They've been at war for 50 years.

It is totally unrealistic
for anyone to think

that they should suddenly
become drinking buddies.

Can we just settle for peace first,

and then worry about friendship?

In the meantime, they have promised

that they will keep
their congress in line.

Uh...

one second.

- Uh, sorry to interrupt, ma'am.
- Yeah.

Russell Jackson has requested that you

visit the Oval Office on the
way to the press conference.

Aren't he and Dalton meeting
with the Colombian delegation...

- He said it was urgent.
- ...right now?

- Hey.
- How's it going?

So this is finally happening.

Dr. McCord.

Ian.

How you feeling?

Like I'm about to jump into
the deep end of the crazy pool.

You go ahead and joke all you want.

Just make sure you got it locked down

when you meet these guys tomorrow.

Look, I know you've been
undercover on criminal ops,

but you've never dealt
with religious radicals.

These guys are hard-core, I get it.

When I went down to the Covenant of John

in Bolivia, 37 people died by suicide.

I couldn't stop it.

And this new hybrid group
is even more dangerous.

They've twisted the Bible

to justify violence,

and they literally believe
God is on their side.

They're not just hard-core.

If they sense the slightest threat,

they won't hesitate to kill you.

The only thing they're
gonna sense from me

is a deep devotion to their cause.

Okay.

Here's your gear.

Here are your documents and
your I.D. for your cover.

Major Ryan Gallagher.

There's a GPS sewn into the lining.

Once you arrive,

we'll pinpoint the location.

What if I need to report back?

Should I know what that is?

It's a camera.

This will transmit
wirelessly back to HQ.

Won't they check my stuff for that?

Yeah, but...

this will be embedded in your skin.

It's new tech.

The Bureau will apply
a semi-permanent tattoo

on your neck to match
the ones on your arms.

Wow. I heard about this technology.

I didn't know it was operational.

How reliable is it?

The Bureau's been using it before,

and they approved it for this op, so...

Cool. I'm down with being
a science experiment.

Just get in, find the bomb.

FBI will send in a team
to raid the compound.

What took you so long?

I don't know. Laws of physics?

What's going on?

Colombia's president,
Natalia Moreno, is in there

with the rebel leader, Mateo Penagos,

and the two lovebirds.

Wild guess...

President Moreno and Señor
Penagos aren't getting along.

Yeah. How'd you know?

A little Venezuelan bird told me.

This meeting was
scheduled to last an hour.

The president and I are
running out of small talk.

Elizabeth.

- So glad you could stop by.
- Hi!

President Moreno, Señor Penagos,

- this is Elizabeth McCord...
- So nice to meet you.

...our Secretary of State.

Well, it is an honor to be hosting

your families this week.

We are so happy to be here.

The honor is ours.

Um, allow me to introduce
my daughter, Soledad.

- An honor.
- Pleasure.

And my son, Juan-Luis.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

This truce is such an
amazing accomplishment.

You must be very proud.

Yes. Thank you.

It has been our dream since we met.

My daughter's being modest.

Uh, she's a brilliant,
strong-willed young woman.

She would not allow us to
leave the negotiating table

until peace was declared.

But it was Juan-Luis

who structured the agreement.

He demanded the rebels
give up their arms.

In exchange for a
voice in our government,

because a better life for our people

begins with stronger social programs.

A better life for our people begins

when guerilla fighters are no
longer invading their homes.

Hey!

How's it going with the wedding plans?

Have you decided on a color scheme yet?

Oh, yes. Uh, yellow, blue and red.

Like the colors

of the Colombian flag.

And the ECS flag.

Which is really just the Colombian flag

with "ECS" written on it.

My daughter is also engaged.

Stevie. I'm not sure
if you've met her yet.

She works for Russell.

Yes, yes, she was saying

she wanted to finish law school first.

Maybe Harvard law.
So impressive.

Yeah.

I have to admit that I have been

peeking at dresses and venues online.

I-I don't want to
interfere with the plans.

Unless she asks me to,
and then I absolutely will.

And her fiancé is

studying physics.

They are going to be
such a power couple.

Well, I think you two have
redefined that expression.

Who wants more coffee?

This evening, there's a
dinner at the White House

with Penagos, Moreno,
McCord and Dalton families.

Uh, Matt, the secretary's going to need

some remarks for the dinner.

Acknowledge the historic occasion,

but keep it light.

Portentous, but pithy. I got it.

Can't imagine what it feels
like to be Juan-Luis or Soledad.

I mean, when I was their age,

I thought the pinnacle
of pressure was being

director of my a cappella group.

Now they're being
groomed to run for office.

Maybe it'll inspire some of
our youth to put down Snapchat

and aim a little higher.

Seriously, it's like

The Bachelorette but
with righteous politics

and, you know, world influence.

What? That wasn't your point?

The point is that

- everyone loves a love story.
- Really?

When it's real, it has
the power to change things.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, Jay, we were just segueing

from work talk to musing about
Soledad and Juan-Luis's romance.

Really? 'Cause you
know we're up against it

trying to implement this
ambitious aid program

in South America.

Now we hear that Venezuela's
getting cold feet?

Okay.

So we were going to increase
agricultural productivity

and economic stability in the region

while simultaneously hitting
the drug trade where it hurts,

but now it looks like none
of that's gonna happen,

so by all means,

let's-let's just chat about
the wedding of the century.

Um, you know,

we should hurry so we're not
late for the press conference.

Jay...

I'm guessing that was about something

other than frustration
with the Venezuelans.

Are you all right?

Yep. Sorry.

It's just... a bad morning.

Do you need to take the day?

No. Thanks.

Okay.

- Yeah, you can do it.
- That would be great.

Salutations, seventh floor dwellers.

Hey, Kevin.

Hey.

Did you leave five bucks
for that cup of Joe?

You think I want Daisy
Grant putting me on blast?

I cadged some of that
fake vanilla creamer, too,

in the interest of full disclosure.

Oh!

Hey, you notice how he answered
a question with a question?

Well, that's not answering the question.

I mean, you're in PR.
You should know that.

Seriously, let's see the fiver.

- Okay. Bye, Kevin.
- What? I...

What'd I do?

So I was, um, gonna stop by your office.

Are we still on for tomorrow night?

Absolutely.

Unless something work-related comes up.

I'm totally cool with that.

Well, we don't have too many late nights

or sudden emergencies
in budgets and planning.

So, uh, stop by when
you're done for the day.

I'll see you then.

Get a room.

Things are going well with Kevin.

So far, so good.

Just wish I could relax and enjoy it.

Overthinking? You?

I keep wondering, is
there something more here?

God, I feel silly even
saying that out loud.

There's nothing wrong
with looking to the future.

And, as you said, everyone
loves a love story.

To dream is no great feat in itself.

Everyone dreams.

History is made by those
with the courage to act.

And today, it seems that
courage belongs to the young.

Juan-Luis, Soledad,

your story and your relentless drive

to turn what you imagine into reality

is an inspiration to us all.

Thank you so much, Mr. President.

We are thrilled to be
here in the United States,

representing our beautiful country.

Now, uh, if you have
any questions, please.

Yes.

Can you tell us how you met?

Um... sure.

I... I-I had arrived at university

when I learned that Soledad Penagos

was attending the same school.

And so I-I got up my courage,

I knocked on her door, and when this

beautiful, dark-haired girl answered,

I said, "I am Juan-Luis
Moreno, son of President

"Natalia Moreno.

"Don't you think it's time we do

"what our parents' generation could not,

and end this terrible
conflict once and for all?"

Unfortunately, he was
talking to my roommate.

Later he found me at the library.

Within an hour, she
presented me with a list

of demands, uh, government
representation for ECS...

Mm-hmm.

...a transitional justice
system for guerrilla fighters,

investment in infrastructure...

And, of course, dinner.

And-and dinner.

That girl is a natural.

She'll make a wonderful
president someday.

The happiest day of my life

was when our parents announced a truce,

and, uh, Juan-Luis got down
on one knee right there.

Yes.

You okay, man?

Therapy with Abby didn't
go the way I hoped.

She doesn't want to talk
about me coming home.

And now she wants me to start calling

at least an hour before
I come over and see Chloe.

Oh.

Sorry.

I thought she wanted this
reconciliation to work,

but maybe there's
something else going on.

You mean like... someone else?

I don't know.

You guys still on a family phone plan?

I'm just saying, you can
look online at the records,

and see if there's any number
that she's calling regularly

that you don't recognize.

I saw it on Dateline.

Well, don't judge.

I'm just saying if you want to know.

I don't understand.

She seemed fine at the press conference.

What's going on?

They're not coming to the dinner.

I'm guessing they didn't
get a better offer.

Soledad is gone.

She packed a bag, left her
fiancé a "Dear Juan" letter

calling off the wedding and disappeared.

Now President Moreno and Penagos
are tearing their hair out

and blaming each other, and
the whole deal's unraveling.

You can't honestly tell me

that the only thing holding this
truce together was those kids.

I mean, I... I know that the optics

of the fairy tale
romance were appealing,

but I believed that this was
rooted in something stronger.

Well, I thought so, too, sir.

I... In all of our discussions,

Moreno and Penagos both
seemed deeply committed

to moving forward.

The whole aid package
is gonna fall apart.

The fate of South America is
in the hands of a runaway bride.

Any idea where she might've gone?

No, but every law enforcement agency

in this city is on the case.

God forbid anything happens to her.

Well, she grew up evading
death squads in the jungles

of Colombia, so I think she
can handle a night in D.C.

Yeah, well let's hope
it's just one night.

If we want to get Colombia
back on the peace train,

we need to find Soledad Penagos fast.

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Even if she is simply a runaway bride,

you have put me in a
very difficult position.

Based on your assurances that
peace in Colombia was on track,

I convinced President
Alvarado that we should sign

the Memorandum of Understanding

and move forward with your aid package.

And President Dalton is
still every bit as committed

to seeing this peace treaty finalized

next month, as planned,
with or without a wedding.

Nevertheless, I must go back

to Caracas and rather awkwardly

withdraw my support for your memorandum

until this situation is settled.

Can you just stick around

for another day?

Just give us a chance
to straighten this out?

Anything you need,

my staff will provide it.

And...

I might have a lead on a
couple of Hamilton tickets.

We could get you up to New York.

Stay at the Plaza Hotel.

Eh, I've already seen the original cast,

But, um...

What about a membership

at one of those big box
stores you have here?

Yeah. You bet.

Inflation in Venezuela makes
prices on basic goods very high.

So if I can purchase
a few things in bulk,

even with the cost of shipping,

I'd be a hero to my mother.

Oh, yeah. I get it. I've got
a pantry full of toilet paper.

We're gonna make that happen.

Then you have until tomorrow.

Um...

Yeah?

Hi. So sorry, again.

Uh, but Stevie's here to see you,

and she requests that you not be mad.

Why would I be mad?

Because she has Soledad
Penagos with her.

Where have you been?

I-I walked the streets for hours.

Finally, I found a diner
where I drank terrible coffee

- and I cried until the sun came up.
- Oh, my God.

I-I didn't know... I
didn't know what to do.

But then I remembered Stevie.

I gave Soledad my number
in case she needed anything.

It's fine. I-I'm just...
I'm glad you're okay.

Everybody has been
worried sick about you.

Well, she's not ready

- to go back to the hotel yet.
- That's fine.

But we at least have to let
everyone know that you're okay.

I-I just can't face
any of them right now.

Especially Juan-Luis.

And my father...

Uh... But I know what I want to do.

And that is why I asked Stevie

to bring me here.

I need your help.

Of course.

I, wha... What can I do?

Issue me a visa,

so that I can stay and study medicine

in the United States.

Hey, Mo.

How's he doing?

Good. They're still
on military background,

but they're about to drill
down on core philosophy.

Ryan, combat bonafide, he's a solid,

but you know we're more
than a paramilitary group.

We're soldiers doing the
Lord's work here on Earth.

Bringing forth God's master plan.

Revelation 14:13.

"And I heard a voice

"from heaven say unto me, Write,

Blessed are the dead which die
in the Lord from henceforth."

"Yea, saith the Spirit,

"that they may rest from their labours;

"and that their works

do follow them."

- You know your scripture.
- Nice.

He did his homework.

But have you submitted
to God's righteousness?

When the Great Tribulation comes,

only the worthy will be saved to sit

at the feet of the Father.

John 1:8.

"If we say that we are without sin,

we deceive ourselves,

and the truth is not in us."

I don't presume

to tell Him that I'm worthy.

I await His judgment.

And for the chance to serve Him

and bring about His will,

I await yours.

Nice work, professor.

He's really got this down.

No worldly possessions.

We'll provide everything you need.

There's the GPS.

What about my truck?

Is that a worldly possession, too?

Necessary equipment
for the battle to come.

Give me your keys.

I'll drive it to the compound.

Feel better driving my own vehicle.

I'm afraid I can't let you
see where we've made camp.

Not until you've proven your loyalty.

I don't like the sound of that.

Damn it.

Can we get a drone out
there? Some kind of tail?

Not in time.

Yesterday, when President
Dalton spoke about dreams,

and the courage to act on them,

I realized I still want to be a doctor.

Soledad, you can get married
and still become a doctor.

I don't know what I feel anymore.

Our relationship has never been

ours alone.

It was always wrapped up in politics.

He even proposed to me
in front of our parents

and the Colombian press.

I just need...

time... to think.

Where's Soledad?

Stevie told me you have her.

I don't have her.

She's in my office, filling
out a visa application,

so she can study medicine in the U.S.

Really hoping you were
gonna talk her out of that.

Russell, I...

This is all Stevie's doing, isn't it?

I know how she thinks.

She's-she's got the
girl running with wolves

and-and-and following her bliss.

Damn it! I...

I know better than to trust interns

with anything bigger than a lunch order.

It was Dalton's speech

yesterday that made her rethink

her future plans.

His words spoke to her.

You're kidding.

The dream into action bit?

She's a revolutionary. She'd
never heard that before?

Maybe it was hearing it

in a different context.

...and kidnapping to achieve their aims.

We did what we had to
do in order to survive,

all the while being-being hunted
by government-backed hit squads.

You should still be classified
as a terrorist organization.

Now let's not dwell on the past.

ECS renounced kidnapping and
violence against civilians.

I should have never
agreed to waive tribunals.

The guilty should pay
for what they've done!

I couldn't agree more.

Elected officials with blood
on their hands should be jailed!

Okay. Have you seen Soledad?

Is it true she-she wants to
leave me and stay in the U.S.?

She doesn't know what
she wants right now.

I know that you are disappointed

that she's having second
thoughts about the wedding,

but I am certain...

that she has not changed her mind

about the peace treaty.

Peace can hold if you both

are still committed to signing it.

I'm very sorry,

President Dalton.

This broken engagement is just another

in a long line of betrayals.

I can no longer see
an end to the conflict

until ECS is finished.

When I was ten years old,

my father was murdered by
the Colombian government,

gunned down

in front of me and my sister

for the crime of reporting the truth

about state-sponsored corruption.

I pledged my life then to this cause,

and I will never abandon it.

The State Department

will keep working on inducements

to bring you all back to the table.

There is no trust.

And when there is no trust,
there can be no agreement.

We will fly home tomorrow.

Come on, Juan-Luis.

Here are the remarks.

Thanks.

What's up?

He took your advice and
checked Abby's phone records.

Any strange numbers?

Yeah. There's one.

Started calling about a week
after I left the apartment.

First it was short
calls every other day.

Now it's every day, and the
calls are getting longer.

You try the number?

It just goes to a robot voice
saying that no voicemail's

been set up for this account.

Sounds like a burner phone.

That's what you get

when you don't want someone
looking into your call logs.

Is this more Dateline?

It's semi-legitimate journalism.

She's calling this new
number from her own phone.

Maybe she has nothing to hide.

I should just ask her, right?

I, uh...

Hey, it's me.

I was wondering if I can
come over later and see Chloe.

Kevin? You ready?

You weren't playing about no stress here

in Budget and Planning.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

Uh, yes, I have an emergency.

A man is... I-I think he's dead.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Thank you. You didn't
have to wait around.

I'm okay.

I don't, I don't think it's hit me yet.

Everything I want to say sounds trite.

The cops were asking me

all these personal questions about him.

Where's he from?

Where do his parents live?

I mean, we never even
talked about that stuff.

I hardly knew him at all.

How do you mourn something that
never really even got started?

Kierkegaard said...

"The most painful state of being

is remembering the future"

Hey, I was just about to call you.

She fell asleep a few minutes ago.

Oh, sorry... about the buzzer.

You cut your hair.

Yeah, I got it done at
lunch, kind of an impulse.

Can I come in?

Okay. Sure.

How's work?

Uh, i-it's an adjustment
being back full-time,

but, um, so far so good. You?

Our South American
aid package is on hold

because the Colombian peace
treaty is falling apart.

Soledad Penagos called off the wedding.

I know, I read about it everywhere.

Yeah. She's not in
love with him anymore.

Eh, maybe she'll change her mind.

Uh, uh, I'm sorry, Jay. I...

Right, right, right, right. It's okay.

I should go. I'm
meeting guys for drinks.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you

about the phone bill.

Yeah, I paid it.

You look... really beautiful
with your hair like that.

Thank you.

Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

No, I-I was waiting up for you.

With the pillow over your
head and the light off?

Well, I didn't say I was successful.

How was your day?

Soledad still isn't talking

with Juan-Luis.

Nadine says that Jay and Abby
have hit another rough patch.

You ready for this?

A State Department employee died today,

a guy from Budget and Planning.

Daisy found him in his office.

They were dating.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

They think it was a heart attack.

Probably some congenital
condition he didn't know about.

How's Daisy doing?

She's shocked and sad.

This is not a good day for love.

I'm sorry, babe.

What is it with women
and the fairy tale?

Even if you grow up

thinking you want to look
life square in the eye,

there's still this part of you that's...

looking for the pink, bubbly,
happily-ever-after thing.

Hmm.

Or maybe it's just me.

No, not at all.

I am lying here, hoping for some
of that happily-ever-after thing

with Ian right now.

He's not Dmitri.

I know.

He's a trained field agent,
he's been in tough spots before.

He even made it into
the compound safely.

No, this is about me coming
to terms with the idea

that part of this job...

if I continue to do it...

is putting people at risk.

And the better job you're
doing, the more at risk they are.

How inured to that do I want to get?

Just enough.

Did I tell you she got a haircut?

Not in the last 30 seconds.

Women cut their hair

when they get out of bad
relationships, don't they?

It's like, it's like
the hair is a metaphor

for their sadness and
regret, so off it comes.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.

Now she's unfettered.

Free of me.

Or she could've gotten a haircut

because her hair got damaged
from too much blow drying.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Scott.

Looks like I need to catch up.

Ah, good luck with that.

You want another round?

- Yes.
- No.

Come on,

you're not calling Abby again.

Look, short hair is not
a metaphor, I promise.

The pixie is back.

I'm trying the mystery number again.

Maybe I didn't have the guts to ask Abby

if she's seeing someone,
but I can damn well ask

the someone if he's seeing Abby.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, there's, like,

a hundred phones in here, though.

Oh, come on, not me, dude.

I'm a little offended
you'd even think so.

Just ran into my pal Travis.
He and his crew are headed over

to Ajax in a few if we want to join.

What?

Hey.

Good morning.

How'd it go with Abby?

Uh... about like you'd expect.

She felt terrible
that she hadn't told me

about her and Scott.

It's true?

I'm sorry, man.

She said it started with him
being a shoulder to cry on.

Nothing physical's happened yet.

But, uh...

...she said that, uh, she
wants to see where it goes.

With a guy that would stab
you in the back like that?

It's not right, man.

I'll be fine.

There's no way you're really this okay.

I'm not even remotely this okay.

I'm just waiting to get my own
place to start smashing things.

That's considerate.

Morning, ma'am.

Ah, morning.

I've arranged for Foreign Minister Rojas

to ship his bulk purchases
through our diplomatic pouch,

however he said he
cannot wait any longer

to discuss signing the M.O.U.

And that, if there's no
word on the peace deal today,

he's going to return to Venezuela.

You always deliver bad news
with a strong cup of coffee.

I like that about you, Blake.

Thank you.

Hey, Nadine.

How's everybody here holding up?

Well, uh, Jay and
Daisy are inconsolable,

but they would rather be
at work than sit at home.

Well, unfortunately, with
the deal the way it is,

there's not much for
them to do around here.

Uh, you think that
Juan-Luis and Soledad

would put the well-being
of three nations

above their lover's spat.

Okay, sorry, I'm a
little romance fatigued.

If we could just get Romeo and Juliet

in the same room together...

I did try to schedule a meeting

so you could appeal to them directly.

They have both respectfully declined.

Maybe we're not the
right people to be asking.

Hey.

Hey, your mom sent me
for Soledad. Is she here?

Oh, yeah, she's on the couch.

Um, she hasn't moved since yesterday,

and I don't know what to do, she's...

Let me see...

Ah.

I'm Daisy Grant from
Secretary McCord's office.

I've got as much reason to
wallow in misery as you do,

but I'm not doing that,
and you want to know why?

Because I've done that
before and it leads nowhere.

Juan-Luis.

Cómo Te Va?

I'm Jay Whitman.

Secretary McCord sent me to talk to you.

Your mother told me that you were here.

Has Soledad changed her mind?

Pues...

You have nothing to say
that I want to talk about.

My wife left me four weeks ago.

Now she's dating my best friend.

If a stranger came up to
me and said he might know

how to save my marriage,

I would listen to him.

It occurred to me this morning

that in all of the excitement

of two young people falling in love,

negotiating a historic truce,

and saving Colombia...

well, we might have forgotten
how very young you really are.

I was right out of college
when I married my husband.

And then shortly thereafter,

he went into combat as a fighter pilot.

So, on top of being
worried sick about him,

I hardly ever saw him for
more than a week at a time,

until he was discharged
a couple of years later.

Came home and...

we had to get to know
each other all over again.

Fall in love all over again.

All while raising a new baby.

Believe me, that was not
what I had imagined for myself

as a young girl.

And at times it felt...

like the dream had died.

Took me a while to realize
it was just simply replaced

by something stronger and better.

Now, Henry and I didn't have the fate

of our country on our hands,

just the future of our family,

and even that, at
times, felt overwhelming.

I can't imagine the kind
of pressure that you feel.

But now's the time to put aside

your personal anguish, and focus

on what brought you
together in the first place,

your incredible, bold vision

for ending your country's
half-century of suffering.

I'm asking you to reach inside

and find the strength,

and take the lead again.

I'm asking you to trust that,

behind the dream, is
something more important.

We've talked it over, and no
matter what happens between us,

we want this truce to succeed.

Sí, for the good of Colombia.

The deal is already worked out.

All you have to do is
put aside your differences

and honor it.

I fear it's too late.

There are too many old grievances.

Too much blood has been shed.

Sometimes I think the only
thing you two will agree on

is that you won't agree on anything.

You make it sound so
simple, but it's not.

Congress still has
to approve the treaty,

and now support is lagging.

No.

They'll approve it if you stand by it.

Put your weight behind it.

Sole and I are still going to.

You and Soledad are young.

You don't understand
the world the way we do.

I think they understand

something more important.

They understand how it can be.

That's why they'll change it.

You two have been fighting this war

your entire lives.

Now you're so entrenched,

you can't even see that
there's something better

waiting on the other side

of the conflict.

But your children can see it.

They just need your
help to make it real.

Mamá,

don't give up on us.

Please, Papá.

All right, mijo.

We'll try.

Ma'am, you done did a
terrible thing to me.

Oh?

You made me glad I ain't in Texas.

Who is it?

FBI, open the door.

Every time I look at
you, I say to myself...

What's going on?

Ms. Grant, we have a warrant
to search the premises.

Search for what?

That's classified.

And I'm gonna need you to come with me.

I have security clearance.

Nevertheless, I need
you to come with me.

What happened?

Leaders just busted in,

and dragged the three
new recruits out of bed.

They're talking about
a cleansing ritual,

a-a baptism?

Looks like they're taking them
into some kind of a bunker.

Gentlemen, you have
asked to join our ranks,

and you have been found worthy.

It is time for you to
declare your servitude

to our great cause.

Samuel.

Step forward to be baptized.

On your knees.

Why are they restraining him?

Samuel, do you accept Him

into your heart?

I do.

Are you ready to be baptized and reborn?

I am.

"I indeed baptize you with water

"unto repentance: but he that
cometh after me is mightier

"than I, whose shoes I
am not worthy to bear:

"he shall baptize you

with the Holy Ghost,

- and with fire."
- They're not letting him up.

Let him go! You're...

That's how they prove their loyalty.

Being willing to die.

Praise God, Samuel.

You are risen!

He has seen fit to grant you new life.

Ryan.

Come forward.

No. Get out of there.

Do you accept Him into your heart?

I do.

- Are you ready to be baptized...
- No.

and reborn?

I am.

No, no, no.

Thank God.

Daisy, I'm so sorry.

- Okay.
- Ma'am, with all due respect,

what the hell is going on?

I just got read in a few minutes ago.

Kevin Park.

His real name was Joseph Garcia.

What?

That's insane.

How do you get a job
at the State Department

under a false identity?

No, he-he didn't work
for the State Department.

He was a CIA operative.

He was using his position
in our offices as cover

for a highly classified investigation.

What... what kind of
classified investigation?

I don't get it.

They couldn't really tell
me any more than that.

But, Daisy, they did tell me

the coroner's report came back

and he didn't die of natural causes.

It was cyanide poisoning.

Wait. They think he killed himself?

No. They think he was murdered.

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