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- Mr. Penn! - Mr. Penn!

- Welcome. - Got a PM yet?

- Soon. - Bethan Vaughn.

- We like her? - Love her.

I am so happy to meet you.

- You know this place better than I do. - I need a job.

So you're…

Special envoy.

The management office says

you let them know you're moving in together.

The thinking was why not renovate Wychwood?

You're gonna put a secure phone booth in Wychwood?

State's not paying for it.

I can't ask them to spend that money, so I can shack up with my girlfriend.

- So tell them we're getting married. - Are we?

If it's the only way to get a phone booth in that house.

Since the shooting,

I'm just trying to take care of her.

Which makes her insane.

I can feel your heart rate on my chest when we're in bed.

- It's like a gerbil. - Well, then sleep someplace else.

Prime Minister Vaughn got a call from the Kremlin yesterday.

But when I asked her about it,

she seemed reluctant to engage.

I'm concerned she doesn't trust me.

Because you disclosed information about the former PM

that led to his downfall.

I don't need you to take my job.

I threatened the prime minister, and he resigned,

replaced by a really great gal

who doesn't trust people who practice political extortion,

like your wife,

and my husband, and now me.

Our friends in Moscow have located their missing submarine.

They have asked to come and retrieve the bodies of their dead.

I couldn't possibly say no.

So I didn't.

How long do we think it'll be before they reach the sub?

Russia?

- A week? - Days.

They have to move divers and equipment from the Kola Peninsula.

Mobilize a Northern Fleet stealth unit.

- Days. - Why'd she say yes?

- I think she probably… - She's new.

- She feels we overstepped. - Sir.

She's trying to redraw the lines.

- I thought we were trading up. - So did I.

She gave the Kremlin an engraved invitation,

which makes it clear

the Brits did not take anything off that sub. We did.

If you'd like to roll out an "I told you so…"

- It was foreseeable. - And you foresaw it.

I'm not the Oracle of Delphi.

We took their superweapon.

Thank God. If we hadn't, the Russians would be steaming toward it.

Instead, they're steaming towards an empty shell.

And when they figure out why it's empty, they'll retaliate.

- What do we think that'll look like? - Could be cyberattacks.

They take out our power grid, uh,

bump air traffic control offline.

Worst case, maybe.

The problem is we have no idea.

Russia doesn't do proportionate.

Vaughn needs to call them and tell them she made a mistake.

- On her first day? Ma'am. - Changed her mind.

She didn't issue a press release. It wouldn't be a public flip-flop.

Yes. But she spoke with her cabinet.

We need to offer her something.

- Make it less of a demand and more of a… - Mutually beneficial rethink.

Ambassador, let the Prime Minister know she has two options.

She can either tell the Russians to stay out of her yard,

or I'll send warships to do it for her.

- I'll call you. - Yeah.

Wipe that smile off your face, or I'll do it for you.

No.

- Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it. - Stop.

Keep the Russians out,

or I'll send my warships to do it for you.

- Okay. - She didn't say ships.

- She said warships. - You don't bring a tugboat to a gunfight.

Nobody was fighting until she got involved.

Well, she's drawing a line.

Gosh, it's so subtle I can barely see it.

It is an offer of military support.

Oh okay.

- If the PM needs it. - What are friends for?

It's plan B.

If she tells the Russians to fuck off without us, even better.

- That's the message? - Yeah.

"Prime Minister, President Penn is offering military support."

Yes.

"To wipe that smile off your smug fucking face."

Kate, I gotta go.

Wait, stop. Really?

I mean… …is that something you feel good about?

I mean, what is she thinking?

How about you focus on, what's the PM thinking?

The PM who waved the Russians into the hen house.

She's trying to reset the relationship.

- With us? - Yeah.

Mission accomplished.

Look, it's her first day in office.

She made a bad call.

Tell her to fix it.

Hi.

- All done? - Yeah.

Must have been a doozy.

I'm sorry.

Earlier tonight, I was…

- Verbal? - Yeah.

Eh, it happens.

But inappropriate.

You're not the first person I ever met who has mixed feelings about my wife.

I am a person who has mixed feelings about my wife.

You're kind, but that was… inexcusable.

Well, in that case, you're not excused.

Staff is gone for the night, but is there anything I can…

Alcohol.

Thanks.

To political extortion.

I didn't topple a foreign government.

I'm sure you didn't.

I said some things that had an uncomfortably close proximity

to a foreign leader toppling himself.

That proximity…

- Is keeping you up at night. - It is.

- Turning your stomach. - Yeah.

But that's not extortion.

No.

Uh, whatever it was or wasn't,

it was me,

not the president.

Maybe a drop of Hal?

No.

I said things I wish I didn't.

- It was not the president or Hal. - Okay.

I really don't want you to think it is, because…

I know he's a lot to take and he's been a lot to take for you.

- Nah. - It's not him.

Okay, all you.

If it got back to the president

that I accused her of political extortion,

I would be dismissed from my post.

- And maybe I should be. - It's not getting back to the president.

You think I'm gonna tell her?

Well, no.

But I mean,

why not?

You're on the phone, she asks how it's going,

and you… I don't know.

Maybe you have a responsibility to tell her

if the ambassador's sufficiently stupid

to call her extortionate

to her spouse.

I don't think it's my patriotic duty to get you fired.

Well, maybe you're not a patriot.

Maybe.

Grace is, uh, different

since the shooting.

Well, it… it takes time.

She's the leader of the free world.

And it's taking a lot of time.

Is she…

I don't know. Brittle… is not the word. Uh…

There's a lot less nuance

in the way she feels, or at least speaks.

Sometimes, Hal...

I would love to blame Hal.

I really would. In fact, I did.

- He likes a big move. - I don't think this is him.

He brings it out in people, and the two of them...

- They hit the gas. Nobody hits the brakes. - Yeah.

This is different.

You noticed it before the shooting. You said it to me.

Maybe the shooting exacerbated it.

Like I've said about your husband, this is not about your husband.

Sorry.

I know my wife.

And she's…

- What? - I don't know.

I… I don't have a way in.

To her.

I don't know what's going on in there.

I need Howard on the trip.

Hey.

Gotta run.

Stopping by Winfield.

Frances needs to talk.

I need Howard on the Italy trip.

- Okay. - Not according to Gary.

Well, tell him it's not on our budget, it's on yours.

He knows that.

But he still owns the housing list,

and he claims there is no room at the inn.

- Okay. - Stop saying okay.

There's plenty of room.

Tell him Neil can stay home.

Howard's running the IC Deputies Committee.

He needs a place to sleep.

Well, if you marry Howard,

he can stay in your room.

That way, we can still bring Neil.

Do we have something on our mind?

Well, that's not my favorite tone.

If you can control it, maybe swap it out.

I owe you an apology.

You do not appreciate me proposing marriage

so that I can get a secure phone booth at Wychwood.

And a gun safe.

Gun safety is important to me.

Whereas I don't give a shit about it at all.

I know it's important to you too.

I'm not fighting the gun safe.

So what are you fighting?

The proposal?

Was it a proposal?

It was a legitimate solution to a problem.

It's not something I should be joking about.

Were you joking?

You weren't.

Joking has thought behind it, intentionality.

We're talking about a lifelong commitment.

You tripped over a piece of red tape and skinned your knee on it.

For some people, marriage is less loaded.

You are not one of those people.

In your mind, a proposal…

is a holy affair

that takes place

on a beach at sunset with a mariachi band.

You have no idea what I think about marriage.

We've never discussed it, except when you told me you're divorced.

- Which was a great start. - Was it?

You wanna know what I think about marriage?

I would love to know.

I think love is not enough.

I think you gotta be brutal.

You gotta talk about money

and kids

and retirement,

and if you believe in God,

and how much sex you wanna have,

and what cheating means,

and how you wanna die.

You have to want it,

because it's hard.

And it goes on for a long time.

I think that even the suggestion that it might someday be on the table

should come with a mariachi band.

I think that it should involve at least the intentionality it takes to think,

"This might go down better in a field of flowers."

"Let's see if I can find one."

I think it should involve at least the forethought it takes

to look up in the sky and see the sun and think,

"I'm not sure this is the right time for the conversation."

It doesn't need to be this many pages.

And it also needs to be a little more aggressive.

Kate had a question about Todd.

What did he do?

She wants to up his clearance so she can read him in.

On?

Things going on in the UK.

- Russia? - Russia, the sub.

Tell them to take a breath.

- She thinks he could be helpful. - How?

How specifically?

She says, without knowing the subtext,

he's hearing a bunch of stuff he doesn't follow.

A lot of which means the opposite of what it sounds like.

- If he's going to be involved… - Is he?

That's the idea, right?

Clearance.

Top secret?

- Compartmented? - Really?

Okay, here we go.

Thank you.

- Morning. - Morning, hi.

Sorry, one sec.

No, take your time.

The White House is giving you a higher security clearance.

Is that…

I'm not trying to horn in.

No, I asked them to.

If you're gonna do this, you should really do it.

I don't know that I'm…

seeing everything as clearly as I'd like to.

And there's a lot going on here.

Your insight could be valuable.

I'm not sure the president would agree.

It would be valuable to me.

Thank you.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- We're leaving. - I will see you there. I got a thing.

Good morning, Mr. Hayford.

May I take your coat?

Oh, I'm fine. This'll be pretty quick, right?

If we could…

Please.

Everything okay?

'Cause with the first gentleman in town, I need to get to the embassy.

My father took part in the Allied advance through Belgium during the war.

His unit was attached to the US 9th Armored.

A gentleman by the name of Herschel Pollen from Richmond, Virginia,

watched a live grenade roll right to my father's feet.

Mr. Pollen snatched it up, tossed it away.

It exploded inches from his hand.

He lost the limb.

He saved my father's life.

That's very moving.

I am fond of Americans.

Thank you.

I am fond of the ambassador.

I was not when she arrived.

I felt she was unsuited to the task.

I did too.

None of us understood.

And now I see.

It's a sleight of hand.

Not deceitful.

But disarming.

She presents her own…

rumpled humanity, and what is a decent person to do but meet it?

Frances, I have to...

She and the first gentleman were in the study last night.

The door was ajar.

I… did not intend to eavesdrop.

I'm sure you didn't.

She said she'd blackmailed Prime Minister Trowbridge.

I hope I'm mistaken.

But since he's now the former Prime Minister,

I'm concerned I may not be.

It might be a tight squeeze with the desk.

- How about a big old… - Hey. Hi.

So, uh, some developments.

He's gonna stay a while.

Fantastic. How long?

I don't know.

Can we chat for a sec?

I gotta get upstairs.

I know this feels like a clown show.

- But I think it's an opportunity. - Great, I'm...

He's a direct line to the president who's been tricky to read.

- Maybe I could... - Go with me on this.

I'm on board. I got a whole other question.

- Ms. Park, in the SCIF. - Later?

Yeah, yeah.

- Oops. Sorry. - Sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

- No, no, no. I'm sorry. - Uh, welcome, officially.

I hear we'll be seeing you more often.

If you'll have me.

Well, I just gotta drop my stuff,

and then we will get you sorted, as the Brits say.

First order of business is probably a badge.

- That's okay. Let's clear my morning. - Actually, Ms. Park is waiting.

For the ambassador.

And Mr. Penn in the SCIF.

Classified briefings happen in the CIA SCIF.

We used to have a SCIF, but, um, there was a leak.

Of water.

But the metaphor didn't go over well.

I spoke to the president about what Vaughn told the Russians.

She found it…

bracing.

- Sure. - As we all did.

The president would like me to communicate two options to Vaughn.

One,

she should please tell the Russians she changed her mind.

Okay.

She's revoking her permission for passage.

Reasonable.

That's plan A and I think everyone's favorite.

And plan B?

We would send in our own ships

to block them.

- Block… - The Russians.

- A blockade? - Yes.

We do that if the Russians don't respect the no

or if the Brits don't say the no?

I guess either way.

How did she put it?

"Let the PM know she can either tell the Russians to stay out,

or I'll send warships in to do it for her."

Warships?

Yes.

- I'm sorry. - No, no, jump in.

No, I… I was just making sure I heard you.

She said warships?

- Yep. - Not ship-ships?

- No. - Okay.

The law of the sea,

which thanks to the vice president we have now ratified,

allows for what we call "innocent passage."

Do…

warships…

innocently pass?

Sure, as long as they're not there to do things that disrupt the peace.

Like a naval blockade.

- Yeah. - Of Russian destroyers.

Maybe she said "our ships," and you…

you heard "warships."

Is that possible?

No.

Hi.

We have 12 minutes till the NEC briefing.

I have big plans for those 12 minutes.

Kate was pretty freaked out about the warships.

She wants Ganon to walk it in?

No, she's just, uh, concerned we're invading.

It's a chest-thumper, not a war plan.

Yeah, that's what I told her.

Drawing a red line.

Sometimes a red line's a trip wire.

Kate's worried or you are?

Are you?

You could have the NSC run some more tabletop exercises.

Voice any concerns we skipped over.

Help the president make the right call.

She made her call.

You were there.

Kate hasn't talked to the PM.

Paint's still wet.

- You could talk to Grace. - I can't, actually.

Last week, I brought in half the Domestic Policy Council

to debate the Labor-HHS budget deal.

While we were in the room,

the president went to joint leadership and said yes.

I found out about a $200 billion decision from a push notification.

Honestly, I don't know if she intended to humiliate me or…

simply forgot I was part of the process.

- If you think she's escalating too fast... - She is.

So talk to her.

She listens to you.

Not me.

Not anymore.

"Keep 'em out, or I'll do it for you."

Catchy, right?

She's got some stones on her.

Yes.

Is that a good idea?

Well, complicated.

Huh. Risky.

Sounds like.

To me.

Bright lines can be clarifying.

Or they kick off a war with Russia in the UK's backyard

where Russians shoot at us, and if they miss, they hit Britain.

Yeah.

So…

What do you do with a message like that?

- As? - Ambassador or envoy.

I mean, as messages go,

I don't love it.

I guess the nice part about being us is you don't have to.

You just…

have to say it.

Yeah. Our primary job is to relay the message.

But if you think something is going to land badly on your host country,

the other part of our job is to make that clear to the president.

Oh good. Well, you should.

I tried.

Didn't get anywhere.

I have a bad track record of relitigating things with her.

Yeah, she doesn't love it.

Yeah.

But you haven't weighed in at all.

So that wouldn't be relitigating.

I'm not sure that's our move.

But you're here, right?

Yeah.

- This is why. - Is it?

- No? - No, it's not.

Oh okay.

Maybe as a last resort, but not a first resort.

Extenuating circumstances.

Granted, but still.

Totally understand.

What else you got?

Plenty. Plenty of things.

You know, this won't be our only meeting with the PM.

So to start…

…just a respectful ask for her to reverse her opinion,

which is a lot to swallow, but I, um…

think we can get there between the two of us.

And leave it at that.

So we don't even mention plan B.

The warships?

Hopefully not.

Not ever.

Not if we can help it.

If we relayed every message word for word,

we'd all be dead already.

Excuse me, sir. Mr. Hayford.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

Todd's jumping in the deep end.

- Have a seat. - You okay?

Yeah.

Frances.

Is she sick?

No, no, no.

- She's fine. - She had breast cancer twice.

She made me get a British mammogram.

She…

overheard something.

- Okay. - And it made her worried.

She's fairly certain she misheard.

I'm sure she did.

But she said you haven't been eating very much and some nausea.

Oh God, I'm not pregnant.

- No. - I'll tell her.

Ma'am, she spoke to me because she is concerned maybe you…

I don't know.

Need some help.

And if you do, I'm here to help.

Getting me pregnant?

Ma'am.

Did you blackmail Nicol Trowbridge?

Hey, babe.

Hi.

How's it going?

Uh, great. New clearance.

Fancy.

Got a briefing. Heard about the ships.

Which?

The warships?

Well, did you say "warships"

or "our ships"?

I mean, the havoc you can wreak with miscommunication.

Babe?

Yes, babe.

Did you say warships to block the Russians?

- Yes. - Okay.

Bright line.

Could be clarifying.

Yeah.

Could get us into war with Russia.

You've had one briefing?

Yeah, I'm just getting the lay of the land.

- You're not the national security advisor. - I'm aware of that.

- What exactly am I doing here? - What?

Am I supposed to have opinions?

On your first day? No.

London isn't the right place.

The ambassador is a career diplomat and the second lady.

She's got it covered.

Babe, I swear to God.

Let me go somewhere else and be useful.

- I like you in London. I want you there. - Because I have a built-in babysitter?

Because it's where I got shot.

I like the idea of you walking around saying they don't fucking scare me.

Which they do.

Okay.

So what is my role?

Is this about a title?

- No. - You're special envoy, officially.

If you were here, I would…

I would knight you with a sword.

Don't talk to me like that. I'm asking you a question.

- I'm sorry. - I'm here.

I am listening.

Am I your…

What?

Ears?

Enforcer?

I don't know. I'd love you to figure it out.

I can't spoon-feed it.

I love you.

I really do.

You're my extremely special envoy

who listens and learns and…

kicks ass and fucks me sideways.

Do everything. You're good at everything.

You used to know that.

And I'm worried you've forgotten.

Okay.

Hi.

- May I? - One minute.

She asked me to come down.

I know.

- He's here. - No!

Okay.

This is the sun.

It is setting.

This is a field of flowers.

Will you consider

starting a conversation

about looking at our relationship

as something that…

could lead to…

a marriage?

I will.

We can give it a year.

And after that,

we part ways

or pull the trigger.

Not pull the trigger,

part ways, or…

become officially engaged.

Kate blackmailed Trowbridge.

That's why he resigned.

What?!

Yeah?

Sorry to interrupt.

No, come in.

So, uh…

Grace thinks special envoy is the move.

Great. Congratulations.

You're gonna be sick of me really fast.

No, there's a lot we can do together. This is gonna be a good partnership.

It is. It really is.

So the PM.

I will introduce you as the president's special envoy to the United Kingdom.

- You don't have to make a thing out of it. - It's good.

Sends a message. The president means business.

She does.

- She does. - Mm-hmm.

You should maybe say how much business she means.

Absolutely.

Before,

you said you were gonna tell her plan A,

save plan B for another time.

I'm no great fan of plan B, but…

it's what she said.

So…

Probably should say it.

Morning.

Good morning.

Mr. Penn asked me to let you know that he'll be down after a shower.

- Morning. - Good morning.

I can wait for the first gentleman,

unless you want your own briefing.

I'm assuming with the clearance he has, pretty much everything's on the table.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You touched Frances.

- Sorry? - You touched her with your hand.

Is that…

- Was she uncomfortable? - That something you do a lot?

- I'm not sure. - I am. Never.

I won't let it happen again.

You told Eidra.

Sit.

Ma'am, the chief of station needed to know...

Shut up.

I'm gonna tell him some things.

Really all the things, so stop me if it starts to sound like treason.

The Russian sub that ran aground off this coast

was carrying a weapon called the Poseidon.

It's considered an apocalypse weapon.

Are you sure you wanna...

We took it. Stole it.

Which the Russians don't know.

And the Brits didn't until Hal told Trowbridge,

which made him angry and erratic.

And so I blackmailed him.

I'm not done.

Question for you.

There's a meeting about to appear on your schedule

with the delegation from Chile.

- No backs. - Happy to do it.

You're a happy warrior.

It's like water in the desert.

The UK.

Did the ambassador and special envoy talk to the PM?

Not yet. Soon.

You don't actually wanna send warships to Britain, right?

I don't wanna send warships anywhere,

but the Russians are steaming toward evidence

that could launch us into an armed conflict in the North Sea.

DOD analysis on this was shallow.

I think they thought it was a talking point.

If this is really on the table,

they should red-team the hell out of it.

Just let the smart people ask the tough questions.

Anything else?

I don't think the threat of warships in the North Sea is a threat.

I think she may do it.

- Talk to her. - I've done a lot of that.

- Tell her it's 12 miles from Newcastle. - She knows.

Tell her she thinks she's not planning kinetic action, but you pull out a gun...

She knows.

She saw what Rayburn did.

She saw him order a head fake that turned into a bloodbath...

Rayburn didn't order the attack.

Grace Penn did.

And then she blamed the dead president?

That part was my idea.

I'm about to go bully a foreign leader,

and I think that's an acceptable strategic move,

because the president wants it, and we need it,

and it'll get the job done.

But maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe these aren't mistakes anymore.

Maybe they're not small steps over the line.

What if this is a culture of consistent lawlessness,

and it's seeped into the water,

and I'm part of it, and I can't see it anymore?

You're hearing all of this,

all in one go,

and you see things clearly.

Is it reckless, dangerous intimidation

that violates the sovereignty and safety of our closest ally?

Yeah.

- There are pros and cons. - There aren't.

Is he right?

So don't make it.

Don't make the threat.

Tomorrow morning when I go talk to the PM,

the president's husband is gonna be sitting next to me.

It doesn't matter if I won't deliver the message. He will.

So keep him the fuck out of there.

Go tonight.

Hello, hello.

Ready to go?

Anyone?

Do you have plans tonight, sir?

Memorizing org charts.

The London Symphony Orchestra is doing a special performance.

Bartók.

Hold me back.

The king's gonna be there,

and the palace wants to throw you a formal dinner,

but it's nice to do a casual introduction before that.

Yeah, we can do that.

Great, so you'll be at the embassy for the country team meeting,

then lunch at the Chelsea Physic Garden,

and the symphony in the evening.

And the ambassador will meet us there for the Bartók?

She won't be able to join us, sadly.

She needs to prep for the G7.

A lot of paperwork.

Brutal.

Yeah. Brutal.

Come in.

Thanks for making the trip.

Of course.

This is your constituency?

Yes, but not why I'm here.

I have two boys.

Stellon turned five the day before yesterday.

I'm about to leave for G7.

He made it clear if I wasn't home tonight, I'd be replaced.

Feel free to plant me somewhere, so you two can talk privately.

I thought perhaps in here.

It's not the tidiest,

but it's the one with the reliable heating.

I'd say, "Make yourself comfortable,"

but I think "Don't judge us" is more appropriate.

Mine's worse.

You're a kind and competent liar.

The ambassador and I will be down the hall, door at the end.

Can I have a Jammie Dodger?

No.

You have an incredible home.

My husband's. In the family for generations.

It's lovely.

I hate this house.

Behemoth.

Nothing works.

But I'm fairly attached to him,

and the house is a part of him.

Which I suppose means I hate him too.

Yeah, I have one of those.

Can yours read social cues?

Some, intermittently.

- Bloody hell. It's a trial, isn't it? - It really is.

I think under other circumstances, we'd be good friends.

I wish we weren't starting at a sprint.

You're in my home, my children are asleep upstairs,

and I just gave you a piercing insight into my marriage.

Why don't we assume we're friends?

Come on, take off your coat. Let's see if we can fix this.

She's upset.

- The president? - Mm.

A little concerned.

She'd be more comfortable if you told Russia you'd prefer they… not.

- Come get their dead. - Yes.

Russia lost something.

It washed up here.

They asked for safe passage. I granted it.

Your country's not involved.

The Poseidon's not there,

and when they see that...

When they see it didn't drift off with the tide.

We took it,

and we are asking as a courtesy to us

that you do us a solid and keep our secret.

In the world of courtesies, you would've mentioned you were taking it.

Mention it to Nicol Trowbridge?

Nicol was our problem.

Mine.

And Austin's,

who respected you, which is why you're in my home in the middle of the night.

I appreciate that.

I'm not thrilled to let the Russian Navy futz around my seabed…

but neither I,

nor my government,

felt we had a choice.

You had a lot of choices.

The Kremlin believes

their most powerful weapon is off my coast.

With or without permission, they're coming to get it.

I can say yes, and they come with goodwill.

I can say no, and they come secretly.

When they arrive, they'll find it's gone.

And assume that you took it.

You didn't tell them we took it?

No.

Why didn't you?

I didn't think they'd believe our closest allies would do that to us

without our consent.

What if we went and got them?

The dead.

Respectfully extracted by the US Navy.

Or yours, or ours together, which is how we should be doing things.

And then we tell them that for the safety of Europe,

we're entombing the sub.

They're not going to forget about the Poseidon.

They can't ask for it back without admitting it was down there.

Which they won't.

It's not bad, is it?

It's not.

I really do wish we were friends.

Maybe we are.

I'm going to say no to your fine idea. I'm afraid that'll ruin it.

- Don't. - We don't trust you.

How could we?

Those were extenuating circumstances.

No, they weren't.

An alliance is nothing but a promise,

and you have broken yours again and again and again.

So you're trusting the Kremlin?

Your last president bombed our aircraft carrier.

Your current president nicked the Poseidon out of a broken tin tube

that could have exploded,

and you helped her topple our government.

We have made some terrible mistakes.

I understand mistakes.

I've made them myself.

But the fundamental character of your country has sufficiently changed

that we have no idea what you will do next.

Russia, if nothing else, is predictable.

They want what they want, and they're coming to get it.

You have to tell them no.

We can protect you.

I know that you can.

But once you get what you want,

I have no reason to believe that you will.

Anything else you'd like me to consider?

No.

Hi.

Sorry, I'm in your space. It was the only room that was warm.

You're fine.

Ugh, you missed quite a night.

Bartók.

We ended up on stage,

congratulating the conductor.

We, in this case, is, as they say, the king and I.

Sorry, I just need to use the secure link.

What's going on?

Hi. Yeah.

I am joining right now.

You can stay, but shut the door.

- She there? - Yeah.

- Excuse me. - Oh God, there's two of you.

- I met with the PM tonight. - You did?

- What did she say? - Sorry, hang on.

You, uh... You met with her?

I went without you. I just got back.

- Why'd you do that? - Excuse me?

Might be an appropriate time to ask the first gentleman to step out.

- He's special envoy to the UK. - What?

- Yeah. - Special envoy?

Can we all, on either side of the ocean, just zip it for a moment?

Jesus.

Go ahead.

I spoke with the PM.

You make it clear she can clean up her house, or I will?

Yes.

- How'd she take it? - I don't care.

Is she calling the Kremlin and telling them to stay the hell out?

Yes, ma'am. She is.