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I'm going with Germany.

It's not the World Cup.
You can't pick Germany.

- For the surprise factor.
- Surprising what a bad choice it is?

The first official trip of
the Secretary of State

is loaded with
political content.

The world doesn't know her yet.

This decision speaks to who she is,
what she stands for.

Exactly.

And if she chooses Germany,
it looks like

she stands for
techno and schnitzel.

Right. She's fun.

Okay,
the secretary is not... "fun."

Turkey is looking
like the front-runner.

- (groans) Turkey?
- Turkey's actually...

It's neither here nor there.

It's not fully Europe,
not really Asia.

It's the tofurkey of
the Western world.

Which is ironic,
given that it's Turkey.

Well, my money's on Egypt. It's edgy,
it's progressive.

It's the gateway for modern
Middle Eastern diplomacy.

I beg you...

- let me do the writing.
- You know, I nominated Brazil.

Seventh largest economy.

They just won the Olympic bid.

- Not to mention they...
- Not to mention their first-class beaches.

(both laugh)

Why do you even
care about beaches?

You're ditching
us for Nantucket.

It's a family wedding.

Boyfriend's family wedding.

Which is at least
one step removed.

Bridesmaid,
which makes it a family obligation.

Boyfriend's family obligation.

Would you two like to be alone?

No. Why would we?

It's a healthy
professional debate.

Oh, good.

Okay. I've read your proposals.

I was up all night making
a pro and con spreadsheet.

And I nearly flipped a coin. Drum-roll,
anyone?

(electronic drum-roll playing)

(drum-roll stops)

We're going to Turkey.

- (groans)
- Excellent choice, Madam Secretary.

BLAKE: I won the bet, guys.

Turkey... Pay up, now.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

- That was outrageous.
- I know.

Can you believe what
a suck-up Scott is?

I mean,
he's a junior speechwriter.

He should be read and not heard.

I'm talking about you.

Sparring with me like
that in front of the staff.

You sparred back.

Things with Win are serious!

I'm in his sister's wedding!

That changes the whole dynamic.

And no one can ever
know about our past

- or it would ruin my life.
- By our past,

are you referring to last week?

It's over.

It never happened.

If you care about me at all,
you'll get with the program.

It's a replica of the set
that Lady Bird Johnson

had commissioned
for the White House.

It's the perfect gift.

President Kozlu loves his tea.

- As much as he loves Michael Jordan?
- Well...

Madam Secretary,
your lunch date.

Ooh! Quick, quick,
quick... what says,

"Let's make world peace"?

Tiffany tea set or signed
Jordan basketball?

Do you want to impress the
Turkish president or play house?

Basketball it is.

- Very good.
- Thanks.

(laughs)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mm.

Just think... in two weeks,

we can be doing this
at the Hagia Sophia.

Unless, of course, it's illegal

to make out in a former mosque,
in which...

Oh, yeah, about that.

- Oh, no. What?
- My publisher called. They're moving up

- the release date on my book.
- You can't come.

If I'm gonna meet
this new deadline,

- I've got to stay and write.
- The whole point

of this first big trip
was that it was gonna

be a family
educational vacation.

- And everybody's going.
- Not Stevie!

- Well, Stevie has to work.
- Well, I have to work.

You can't write on the trip?

- You can write on the...
- I'm sorry, I got to stay.

NADINE: Ma'am,
the White House called.

You've been summoned
to Camp David.

Motorcade's waiting outside.

Oh, fine.

The leader of the free
world trumps lunch?

Sorry. (Laughs)

It's okay. You go to work.

I see what you did there.

I did.

Hey. So, uh, what did she pick?

I'm drafting remarks
for the gift exchange.

Well,
there's a problem. I've just come

from the diplomatic
passport office,

and your paperwork's
been held back.

What?

Something about a bench warrant

from a speeding ticket
outside of Las Vegas.

Oh, I took care of that.

It was a misunderstanding.

It was Jay's bachelor
party. I wasn't even driving...

Please stop talking before I
hear something I can't forget.

The point is your passport
won't be ready in time.

So... you won't
be going to Turkey.

Wait.

It's the diplomatic
passport office.

I mean,
doesn't the Secretary of State,

- like, own them?
- Don't worry.

She'll be in good hands.

Scott's gonna cover for you.

Scott? The new kid?

But-but he's my deputy.

And he's a kid.

Nothing to be done.

Turkey will miss you.

(two gunshots)

Pull!

Whoa!

If only you'd be that quick
on the draw for tax cuts.

Pull!

Elizabeth.

Glad you could make it.

You know my friend Ted Graham.

Oh, don't put her on the spot.

Why would she remember?

We met briefly at
the inauguration.

I do remember.

You had the expensive seats.

(chuckles)

I'll get right to it, Bess.

I know I signed off on
Turkey for your first trip,

but, uh, tell me,
did you consider India?

Yes. It was a strong candidate.

But?

But I decided to give.

Prime Minister Saigal
more time in office.

See if he's still barking
anti-Americanisms

when he's not running as
India's great nationalist hope.

Yeah, but you see,
that's the reason to go.

If you get in early,
you establish a rapport.

Ted here is, uh,
an early adopter when it comes to India.

Well,
my company Hepanza Chemical has a couple

of garment dye
factories in Uttar Pradesh.

So, you must be thrilled by
Prime Minister Saigal's vow

to ramp up India's
native manufacturing.

DALTON: Ventures like Hepanza

are crucial to U.S.
economic stake in India.

Right now, they're under fire.

That's where you come in.

TED: Because a visit from you,
especially

on your maiden
diplomatic voyage,

emphasizing a balanced
and a fair partnership...

Well,
it'd go a long way to reassure Saigal

that the U.S. is a
friend to work with,

not some big brother to outdo.

Of course, it's up to you.

Of course, sir.

Orange blouse... yea or nay?

Well, in India,
saffron is an auspicious color.

At least according to
Daisy's cultural color protocol

psychology packet.

Still unclear.

Yea.

I could use some auspiciousness.

How do you feel
about the president

- rerouting your trip?
- I serve at the pleasure.

I've chosen to
feel fine about it.

We're going to the Taj Mahal,
right? I assumed yes,

but you never said, so...

- We're going to the Taj Mahal.
- Oh!

Yes! This makes
the whole disruption

of my former life worth it.

Glad I finally came through.

What about you,
buddy? Have you packed yet?

Uh, I have an extra battery

- if that's what you mean.
- That's good.

Yeah, that way this whole

cultural experience won't
be lost on you. He's...

Please come, Henry.

You can write in my office.

On my plane.

Did I mention that
I have an office?

On my plane?

Believe me,
if I thought I could spare one minute

away from the archives,
I would so come.

But I'm gonna be researching 24-7,
I'll be surrounded by

these smelly parchments,
(laughs)

Imitating the monks
I'm writing about.

Don't worry. I'll make
sure he's groomed

by the time you get back.

Does this make my
complexion look weird?

Yeah.

Like you have liver disease.

Trust your own color wheel.

That's true. It's
gotten me this far.

Declan? Hi!

Can you cover for me?

I overslept. I know.

I was hanging out really
late last night with my mom.

Uh, because she,
she left for India this morning.

Um, yeah,
because she travels for a living.

Can we just do the
back-story later?

Can you just tell the
manager I'm in the bathroom?

Okay, I-I'm almost there.

(laughs)

(phone dings)

Excuse me. That's my daughter.

Hey!

Hey! Where you going?

Stevie, stop!

Hey. I didn't expect

to see you just then. I
thought you'd be at work.

Yeah,
I could say the same for you.

Who's that woman?

(laughs)

She's a former
grad student of mine.

I needed some
help with the chapter

I'm doing on cenobitic tradition,
and I called her.

She's doing her dissertation
on it at Catholic U.

A grad student?

One who I'm being
incredibly rude to right now.

We were in the middle
of a highly charged

discussion on
transubstantiation.

Come meet her... if you want to.

No, I'm already late for work.

Just don't get fired, please.

Your mother will blame me.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Bye.

I'll see you tonight?

Yeah.

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TED: And so,
it's only fitting that I share the honor

of christening Hepanza
Chemical's newest plant

with Secretary Elizabeth McCord

and the Minister
of External Affairs...

Chondita Samant.

Thank you, ladies.

ELIZABETH: Thank you, Ted.

Minister Samant.

As we bear
witness to this plant,

this feat of Indo-American
cooperation,

we hope it will be the delta
of a renewed friendship...

Remind me when it became our
job to do a Hepanza infomercial?

It's our job to execute the
president's foreign policy,

whether we like it or not.

The plant visit was his idea.

Let the hallowed waters of
the Ganges do the same for us

so both our nations
can become...

"partners in profits,"

to borrow Ted's phrase.

Oof. Can we give it back?

That's straight out of
Hepanza's press kit.

She fought it,
but his PR team insisted.

It's the only compromise,
but the rest, it's all her.

By which you mean all you.

Gentlemen, every news outlet

on Earth has a
camera trained on you

hoping to catch an errant
phrase or awkward back rub.

So, please,
for the sake of the secretary,

I humbly request
that you shut it.

Thank you.

Great job, Madam Secretary.

Thanks.

You think Minister Samant
is warming up to me yet?

Possibly.

What is that?

Is that a smile?

Or a smirk?

It's a little of both.

It's a smirkle.

Look, I need you to hear
what I'm saying right now.

- Mm-hmm.
- I leave for Nantucket tomorrow.

When I get back it's
over... I'm serious.

- I got it.
- Listen to me. Seriously.

You are not and never have
been a candidate for my affection.

Long term,
you're not someone I could ever be with.

I'm in love with Win.

You're serious?

Which is why I
keep using that word.

Okay, you want to get serious?

Why are you with
"Winthrop" anyway?

Because... he's smart.

Smart. Mm.

Well read, articulate.

Good with people.

Motivated, ambitious.

He's a lobbyist for weed.

Alternative health care.

He believes in what he does.

And he believes in what I do.

He respects me.
He's rooting for me.

We have a future together.

Who you trying to convince?

No one.

I'm just making it clear.

(clatter)

- Oh, crap.
- Hey, hey, hey, don't dismiss me.

No, no, no, look, look.

M-Sec's mystery daughter.

Oh, crap.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, um... You leave first,

and I'll figure a
way out the back.

We can't just leave her,
I mean, clearly she's wasted.

- Yeah.
- Not to mention underage.

Okay, okay.

Let me lay out a
few scenarios here.

One... we take her home
now and deliver to daddy

this portrait of a daughter
as a young drunk,

and reveal to the one
person who shares a pillow

with the secretary
that we were out alone.

Or two, we leave,
none of that happens.

And let some Daily
Caller blogger find her?

If it hits the Web,
I'm the one on the phone

with The Daily Show,
begging them not to open with it.

- It's none of our business.
- Isn't it?

She can take care of herself.

Okay, um... I'll leave first.

I advise you to do the same.

Don't...

(clears throat)

Hi, Stevie.

I'm Daisy.

We met a long time ago.

Um, I work for your mom.

Can you get me
another Long Island?

Trust me, you don't want that.

Coffee, black.

(low chatter)

Your cabinet told the
Hindustan Free Press

that my Hepanza
speech was nothing more

than foreign carpetbagging.

Their words,
but I don't disagree.

Is that a fight?

Well, in this heat,

I'm surprised we're
not all coming to blows.

SCOTT: Maybe it's not a fight.

Maybe it's... a lively debate.

It's probably about your speech.

For real?

It's not a fight.

So you also believe
that the average Indian

derives no benefit
from foreign investment?

You mean other than higher
wages to spend on American goods?

No,
I'm talking about an emergent middle class,

with, yes, spending power,

but also with time
to invest in literacy,

education, innovation,
all the things that make India

the democratic partner
America sought out.

You are as described.

"As wrongheaded as
she is blonde-headed"?

(laughs)

Got quite the wordsmiths over
at the Hindustan Free Press.

Passionate.

I like passionate.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

See?! See, I told you.

It wasn't a fight.

Well, not yet.

How are you both not sweating?

I'll be right back.

Hello.

Uh, Alison.

I'm Sanjay.

Hi.

How do you know my name?

Well, I pay attention.

Which is how I know
you have beautiful eyes.

Have you ever seen a peacock?

Several roam the grounds.

Shall we take a walk?

Okay, just so you know,
she went nuts on the garlic naan.

I'd love a walk.

You are the worst.

Mmm.

That is so good.

So, you want to talk about it?

The sandwich?

Why you're getting
drunk in a bar alone.

Ah.

(softly): Because...

Because he's a cheater.

That sucks.

But you're young.

You'll find somebody else.

My dad.

He's a cheating
cheater who cheats.

And then lies about cheating.

(sniffles)

Um, I saw him having
lunch yesterday with some...

skank,
she was barely older than me.

Wait, wait, hang on.

It might not have
been what it looked like.

I know.

So, today I checked.

He's supposedly
writing this book.

Researching 24-7.

Which is the whole reason
that he couldn't go to India.

But I asked around,

and he hasn't been in
the archives in weeks.

(laughs): The lady at
the front desk even said,

"Hey,
tell him we miss him around here."

And now you know.

The McCord family business.

Hey, how's it going?

My kingdom for a cheeseburger.

All right, where's your sister?

She went off with
some strange guy.

- Excuse me?
- He was her age.

His dad's one of
the Indian officials.

- Where'd they go?
- To look at peacocks.

Yeah,
classic Indian pickup line.

I guess.

(chuckles)

(rattling)

What's that?

(rattling stops)

It's just... just a tremor.

Okay?

(loud rumbling)

(people screaming)

(glass shattering)

FRED: Madam Secretary.

You stay with Jason.
I've got to go get Alison.

I can't let you do that, ma'am.

- She's out there.
- This way, ma'am, this way, ma'am.

- Fred, I'd like to go back out there.
- Ma'am.

- Ma'am.
- You're doing your job, I appreciate that.

- Four DS agents are searching for her now.
- Yeah, okay.

- Please stay...
- We don't know what it's like out there.

We're still getting aftershocks.

This is a command, I want...

We will find Alison.

Ma'am, please.

Ma'am, I spoke to the consul.

It's a 7.3 quake.

How many dead?

I heard a report that a
hospital and a school collapsed.

Could be as much
as a thousand there.

Mom. Look.

Oh.

MAN: The 7.3 earthquake
struck just after 8:00 p.m.

Secretary of State Elizabeth
McCord was already in India...

DAISY: Thank
God she's all right.

I know.

Is it wrong that I'm glad
my passport got held up?

No, I'd feel the same way.

I'm sorry you have
to miss your wedding.

It's okay.

- The official death toll...
- Win understood.

Of the quake at this
hour is over 1,000.

But these are early numbers.

The kid's sure he's
cheating on her?

That wasn't just
something she said?

Because, you know,
people do all kinds of crazy things

under the influence of tequila.

I stuffed her with grilled cheese,
she made a lot of sense.

Wow.

So, I should tell the secretary,
right?

And be the woman who told
her boss about the other woman?

That makes you the
other other woman.

That's the worst woman of all.

That woman's so bad,
she's not even in a country song.

- Okay, that's not helpful.
- You asked.

So, what happened to the kid?

Did you leave her in the bar?

No, I put her in a cab.

A problem in the poorest
rural areas of India,

even in the best of times.

- She should be on now.
- Oh, oh.

MATT: Hey.

DAISY: It's good to see you,
Madam Secretary.

Good morning.

It is morning there, right?

Sort of lost track of time.

You've been busy.

We managed to get
the kids on a flight home,

and it's been
nonstop since then.

Well,
we saw you on TV with USAID

and the India NDMA
overseeing the survivor search.

The scale of loss is...

There's still so
much to be done.

Well, the images of you
and Foreign Minister Samant

at the field hospital in
Jundip are very powerful.

Chondita's been relentless.

DOD's transferring troops
from Afghanistan to aid

in the relief effort
like you asked.

And OFDA and USAID are in
touch with the Embassy in New Delhi

to provide greater
regional support.

Good, good.

And if it isn't already done,
activate an RMT in DC.

Done.

And, Matt,
all communications from State need

to include donation information.

I-I'm looking at a press release
right here, there's nothing.

Well,
Scott usually handles that.

Well,
Scott's busy; I'm asking you to do it.

Well, there is a little
silver lining to all of this.

Every major news outlet
has coverage of you

moving sandbags,
helping with the survivor search.

From a communications standpoint,
the trip's a huge success.

I didn't mean that to
sound opportunistic.

How did you mean it to sound?

So,
I'm getting on a plane tonight.

I'll be far more
effective in DC.

In the meantime,
I'll whip up an exit address.

Scott's already on it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Scott's on it.

Really?

- HENRY: Hey, look what I've got!
- (gasps)

Ah! I can't believe I mean this,

but I am so happy
to see you losers.

(grunting happily)

You hungry?

Starving.

Voila, Les enfants.

Fluffernutters and curly fries.

Ooh, finally some normal food.

How can you care about food?

Ah, here we go. What?

Sanjay's house was crushed.

He lost everything.

It's horrible.

15 hours on the plane,
can't get enough.

Do you not care about
what we just went through?

I do care, but it's over.

- It's over for you.
- Okay.

Honey, it's gonna be okay.

No, it's not,
and you don't know that.

Nice work defusing
that situation.

Just trying to calm her down.

Shouldn't you be
at the archives?

That librarian is really...

Stevie, cut it out.

Cutting it out.

(cell phone buzzing)

Hello?

Oh, good. I'm glad I caught you.

Everything okay?

Check your inbox.

Yeah, the kids are...

Uh... well, they're a little shaken,
but they're fine.

Um, listen,
I wanted to talk to you.

There's something
that... you should know.

Is it about your work?

Well, it's related.

BLAKE: Madam Secretary...

NADINE: The Hepanza
plant we visited?

The quake caused
a crack in a tank

that was holding
a severely toxic,

highly flammable
chemical called aniline.

Henry,
I think I need to call you back.

Is that okay?

Yeah, don't worry.

The leak ignited,
causing a blast.

- BLAKE: 4,000 dead - and counting.
- ELIZABETH: All right.

ELIZABETH: What is the latest

with the fire? Is it contained?

Not even close.

Why is that possible?

It's been burning
for 15 hours straight.

The aniline burns so
hot that the cleanup crew

can't get to the leak source.

Of course aniline's alternate
use had to be jet fuel.

Millions of gallons
of this toxic stuff

is spilling into the Ganges.

BLAKE: Do you know
how many people

use that river every
day to cook and bathe?

How many are downstream?
Could we evacuate?

Try moving that many
people on a Tuesday,

let alone after an earthquake.

If we don't tamp down the fire,

and plug the leak,
hundreds of thousands

of people risk
exposure and death.

We have to get the
Hotshots in there right away.

Explosion, the Ganges

- continues to burn out of control.
- What about Hepanza's tank?

Do we know why it failed?

Well,
here's the thing: It didn't.

Hepanza was compliant with

Indian Ministry of
Industrial Protocol standards

requiring tanks to sustain
magnitude 7.0 quakes.

Which does no one
any good when a 7.3 hits.

BLAKE: MIP standards
are lower than America's.

ELIZABETH: And cheaper to implement,
which is exactly why.

Hepanza was in
India in the first place.

So Hepanza isn't liable,
nor is the Indian government.

Let's focus on getting
the fire under control.

- We can finger-point later.
- Yeah.

Madam Secretary,
if I can interrupt for a minute.

NEWS ANCHOR: Here's U.S.
Secretary of State, Elizabeth McCord,

just hours before the
quake that would cause

the deadly spill and
the Ganges to burn.

We hope it will be the delta
of a renewed friendship,

as strong and sacred
as the Ganges River

on whose banks it stands.

They've been playing those
two clips on loop all morning.

Water is burning,
Madam Secretary.

And your name is linked to it.

- The options of this couldn't be worse.
- Options? Seriously?

I'm sorry,
it's my job to tell you that.

I know I've already said it...

I am so sorry

about the Ganges
metaphor in the speech.

Nice work with that.

DAISY: I read Nadine's proposal.

Do we really think
gas fire fighters

can contain a chemical fire?

The Texas Hotshots were on call

during the Kuwaiti oil fires
and the Deepwater Horizon.

They are the best
firefighters in the world.

All right, well,
we really can't afford another PR mishap.

ELIZABETH: Daisy,
while I appreciate that it's your job

to tell me about the PR fallout,

it is my job to put it
in order of importance.

And right now,
we can't leave a renewed ally

twisting in the wind.

Nadine,
get the embassy and the USAID in Delhi

- prepared to receive the Hotshots.
- Yes, ma'am.

Blake, get me Minister Samant.

I want to download
her personally.

- Okay.
- Lastly, I need a statement

outlining State's response
to the containment efforts.

- Got it.
- I'm on it.

- I got it.
- I got it.

I got it.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Work together.

You're right.

Come on.

But the Hotshots are in the air.

And I'm afraid
that once they land,

we will be forced
to turn them back.

But why?

I don't understand.

We are willing to accept
U.S. containment aid,

but Hepanza must
apologize for this disaster first.

The United States,
like India, is a democracy.

I can't force liability
on a private company.

Then perhaps you can persuade
them to take it on themselves.

We were in India
together just a day ago.

We watched USAID
work with India's NDMA

with great success
after the quake.

And for that we
are very grateful.

So why can't that
partnership continue?

Why-why is this
spill any different?

The earthquake
was an act of God.

But a chemical
spill at the hands of

an American corporation?

To Prime Minister Saigal,
it feels like a sign,

punishment for opening the
door wider to foreign investment.

Hepanza adhered
to MIP standards,

sanctioned by the
Indian government.

Saigal has branded himself.

India's great nationalist.

For him to accept help from
the American government

for an industrial disaster
at an American plant

tarnishes that image.

So pride wins over compassion
and millions of Indians pay?

It's an emotional response

from a new, untested reactionary

and his cabinet of cronies.

Yourself included?

The apology
stipulation was my idea.

It was the best I could
do to help my people.

I'm not in a position
to give you that.

Then I am not in a position
to accept American aid.

This is where we are.

I'm sorry.

TED: Absolutely not.

I will not apologize.

Hepanza did nothing wrong.

It's out of the question.

India can't make a U.S.
company genuflect on command.

Then consider a compromise.

Look,
the Hotshots are India's best hope

at stopping the fire
and plugging this leak.

TED: Yeah,
and who's on it in the meantime? Us.

Hepanza has set up clinics,

we've set up a
victims' relief fund,

we've done everything
possible to mitigate this leak.

Well, not everything.

Do you know what my
lawyers would do to me

if I accepted liability?

And that would be a cakewalk

compared to my
shareholders' reaction.

Then give me something
to bring back to Saigal.

Hepanza did nothing wrong.

The tank was up
to Indian standards.

Elevating the metal
grade to U.S. standards

would have cost you $200,000.

That's a drop in the
bucket for a corporation

that took in $2
billion last year alone.

Madam Secretary, my job as...

Mr. President,
you convinced me of the importance

of an Indo-American partnership.

Let's not let this
overshadow our gains.

That's precisely why
India and Hepanza

have to sort this out alone.

Sir.

I guess we should
have let Saigal

cool off
post-election after all.

For the record,
I thought Turkey was a great idea.

Hey.

I need you to talk to Scott.

All right.

But I'm a little troubled that
my head communicator can't.

Oh, I have.

But he insists on taking
the lead with India.

Kid thinks he's been touched
by some divine and inspired right.

Just because I had
a passport issue.

Do you really think

that the lead diplomat for
the United States of America

can't handle the
Diplomatic Passport Office?

I used it as an opportunity
to test out Scott.

He's hungrier,
Matt. I mean, admit it,

your heart's not
really in this job.

- What?
- Come on,

you've been clocking
the exit since I started.

I know you revised your résumé.

Okay, yeah,
but that was because,

uh,
because you were gonna fire everybody.

No, it's not that. I...

I saw your work for Marsh.

I know what you're capable of.

But lately?

You're not serious
about the work.

- I am.
- I don't see it.

It's not that I think
Scott's a genius.

He's green. I'd have to guide him,
bring him along.

But, boy, he's all in.

It's not your talent
I'm questioning.

It's your level of commitment.

Are you a serious person?

Because I only have
time for people who are.

(talking over each other)

Ma'am...

could Hepanza temporarily
hire the Hotshots?

Just... slip them
in as employees?

If I thought I could get
Ted Graham to do anything,

we wouldn't be here.

Let's keep thinking on it.

Can I take the conversation
in a different direction?

Please, be my guest.

We're past salvaging this.

What we can save
is your standing.

We need to spin
the Hepanza visit.

No.

I stood with Ted Graham
hours before the blast.

No amount of spin is
going to ever change that.

- The president's office forced you.
- I sanctioned it.

Well,
at least we can hope to make up for

- your part in it, I mean...
- No, the only way

to make up for my part
in this is to find a solution.

My image can wait.

You know what?

Let's take a break.

We'll meet back here in an hour.

I don't mean to
speak out of turn,

but I just got called out
for doing my job back there.

I was looking for
a little bit more

than simple press manipulation.

I know you don't love
dealing with the media,

but they're a reality.

If I didn't do my job,
the press would define you,

leaving you with
zero political capital.

You're right.

Anything else?

Uh, there is one more thing.

I only bring it up because
it might become an issue.

It's about your husband.

I have a source...
a very close one...

who tells me he's
having an affair.

Now, maybe he isn't.

But he's been seen around
town with a younger woman.

If it gets out,
it could devastate your policy work.

Daisy, you're pushing a line.

Madam Secretary,
it's my job to tell you when...

It's your job to make
suggestions based on facts.

Not cast aspersions because
of your situation with Matt.

Which is your business.

But it becomes mine when you
use your job as a smokescreen

to redirect your
guilt onto my family.

So cut it out.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(dial tone buzzes)

(phone speed-dialing)

(line ringing)

HENRY: Hello,
you've reached Henry McCord.

Please leave me a message.

(beeps)

There you are.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What?
- No, no, I just...

What's wrong? You all right?

I thought... I thought
you were at the archives.

Well,
it was crowded and I got hungry, so...

Are you having an affair?

I heard it. I don't believe it.

But I need to hear it from you.

Oh, my God.

No.

Well, you're gonna have
to be a lot more convincing.

Immediately.

Have you completely
lost your mind?

Okay, that's better.

But what's going on?

You haven't given me pages...

Pages? I can't even
get you on the phone.

How am I gonna...

Henry,
you've published eight books.

I've seen you in writing mode.

You can't stop talking about it.

You're like, "Yak, yak, yak,"
you won't even shut up.

I mean, this is different.

This is... this is weird

and you're being sneaky.

I don't... Wait...

I know this.

You're working
for the NSA again.

Yes.

- That's why you're not at the archives!
- Well, I...

That's why you're being seen

around town with a
cute young woman!

She's my handler.

- I added "cute."
- No, she's...

- Is she cute?
- My handler.

Okay. But then why
didn't you just tell me?!

I told them it was absurd!

I mean,
they let me tell you the last time!

Yes!

But this mission is
so top secret that even

the Secretary of
State can't know.

You know,
I'm not gonna lie to you.

Well, you better not!

Is it that religious
scholar again?

Yes,
the investigation has ramped up,

which merits the higher
security clearance...

Can I ask why?

I can tell you why
it has to be me.

I'm the only person who
can viably walk up to him

at academic conferences.

I-I... I gue... I guess
you had to say yes.

I can still say no.

Of course you can't.

Mwah!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, I was just headed to you.

What's that?

A speech that should
shake up the standoff.

Are there any metaphors?

I'm kind of off
metaphors for a while.

Uh,
Saigal needs to push around the U.S.

- before accepting its aid, right?
- Unfortunately, yes.

Okay,
so forget a Hepanza apology.

Do him one better.

You take the
blame for the spill.

You said you felt responsible
for being at the plant.

The media's already
implying that you are.

Thanks for reminding me.

So, fall on that sword.

It's already sharpened.

What exactly am
I apologizing for?

"For visiting the plant
without investigating the scope

and disparity of U.S. and
Indian industrial standards."

"Had I done so,
I would have urged

"both countries to
raise their standards

for the sake of
all their citizens."

- Bingo.
- Sure.

But Hepanza still gets to
hide behind MIP standards.

Aren't I just pulling
India's pants down?

They might not care if they
can play your mea culpa

- ad nauseam.
- And if they do?

You take this hit.

You've got people's
attention long enough

to tell them that India
is blocking American aid.

Now they're in the
court of public opinion.

With no choice but to
demand the Hotshots.

At the very least,
it'll disrupt the news cycle.

And it re-frames my
visit to the Hepanza plant.

Which doesn't hurt.

Okay!

I'm on the merry-go-round.

We got to run this by POTUS.

This is a serious swing.

Good work, Matt.

Really. Wow.

Oh, and, uh, that factory speech

that Scott wrote,
linking you to the spill.

- I never vetted it...
- No, d-d-don't, don't push it.

Okay, so,
CNN India and the BBC are front and center.

I want them to get a
good shot of this apology.

- Already done.
- Oh, and the Hindustan Free Press.

- They're in the front row?
- Yes, but they're not TV.

Well, it's personal.

- Madam Secretary?
- Yeah?

Regarding our
discussion earlier.

I was unprofessional.

But I have a handle on it now.

It won't happen again.

Good.

Because I'm going to need your
magic to survive Matt's speech.

You've got it.

NADINE: The Secretary of State.

ELIZABETH: Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen, for coming.

I'm here today to
take responsibility

for the severe chemical spill
that has devastated the Ganges

and the United States'
relationship with India.

That was a hell of a speech,
Bess.

Ah, throwing yourself,

the Indian government
and Hepanza under the bus?

I barely felt the
wheels pass over me.

Thanks for seeing the potential.

Your blessing was crucial.

The Indians nearly
crashed Twitter,

demanding the Texas Hotshots.

#BringTheCowboysToThelndians.

That would be the work
of my press secretary.

So, they let the Hotshots
into the spill site. What now?

Fire's under control.

The leak's close
to being plugged.

The worst is contained.

And Saigal?

Well,
he's already seized on my apology

as proof of India's might.

He says that's why
he let our aid in.

So,
he's having all our best ideas.

- And Ted?
- Well, as I'm sure you know,

Hepanza's stock's been
in free fall since the spill.

Your speech snipped the
ripcord from their parachute.

His board called an
emergency meeting.

Ted resigned shortly after.

In his statement,
he admitted that the options

of staying on as CEO didn't
look good for the company.

DALTON: He always
lands on his feet.

Russell's over the moon.

He didn't like me taking
anyone's advice over his.

Your words, Mr. President.

Hey. You're up late.

You still texting with Sanjay?

I don't know.

It's like I'm saying
all the right things.

It's just,
I got to come home to my cozy house.

And he's still
suffering in India.

Well... I get it.

It's tough.

Seriously, Dad? That's it?

Well, look, honey,
sometimes when terrible things happen,

it's enough just to be there
and to say you're sorry.

I'm having nightmares.

Because I got to come home.

And that makes me feel guilty.

He's with his family?

They're all okay?

Yeah.

He's home, too.

(knocking)

(panting)

What?

Your text said it
was an emergency.

Wait,
did you run all the way here?

No, no, I'm just, I'm just,
I'm extremely out of shape.

Is everything okay?

I came home today
after the speech of my life

and I got super depressed
when I realized the only person

I had to share it
with was Gross Tony.

So,
you're here because you hate your roommate?

(laughs)

I can't get a drink tonight.

I'm not here for a drink.

I'm here because until today,
I've lived my entire life

doing things
because they're easy.

School, jobs, girls.

Not you.

You're opinionated.

And strong and you're sharp.

You're so sharp.

I mean, it scares the crap
out of me how sharp you are.

And then that scares
the crap out of me,

which is why I joke.

And I pretend like I'm
just messing with you.

When really,
I want to be serious about you.

Serious enough to say the most sincere,
awkward,

weird thing one human can say to another,
which is...

What's wrong? Is
this not working?

I had a nightmare about this.

Win proposed to me tonight.

I said yes.

Is he here right now?

Oh, God,
this is worse than the nightmare.

I'm sorry. I mean,
I'm not sorry. I'm happy.

I just... feel bad for you.

No, don't,
don't. No. I'll be fine.

Congratulations.

Is that something I
can ask about or not?

No, it's actually my book.

I was able to get
back to it today.

Did they actually
move up your deadline?

No.

I'm sorry about that.

Well,
now that I sort of know what you're doing,

how much can I know
about what you're doing?

How much do you want to know?

Not much.

This can work, right?

You and the NSA?

We'll give it a shot.

If it doesn't work,
they can find another brilliant religious

scholar who's married to
someone in the presidential cabinet.

Hey.

It's the life we signed up for,
right?

You're right.

We'll figure it out eventually.

We will, right?

Oh.

What are we gonna
do about Stevie?

That's it,
I can't stand the thought

of her thinking I
would cheat on you.

I know,
but now there's something bigger at stake.

I-I've got to go talk to her.

I think she needs
to hear it from me.

(footsteps approaching)

Your father is not
having an affair.

So, what did he tell you?

She's a grad student, right?

Honestly, Mom,
how naive are you?

If you enjoy your privacy
as much as you claim,

then please respect ours.

Besides, Stevie,
if I really thought your dad was cheating,

do you think he'd
still be breathing?

Let alone living here?

Maybe you're not
interpreting things correctly.

I was a CIA analyst.

You're entitled to
your judgments.

But not to explanations.

And you're grounded for
being 20 and drunk in a bar.

Yes, Daisy told me.

Under great duress by the way.

You can't ground
me. I have to work.

- Work and home. Two weeks.
- This is ridiculous.

I'm an adult.

I guess that's why most adults

don't live with their parents.

Mom?

I'm really glad about Dad.

It was horrible.

I am really sorry you
had to go through that.

You're still grounded.

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