All language subtitles for Madam Secretary - S02 E13 - Invasive Species (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

I'm definitely putting
Middlebury on my list.

Vermont is really
cold in the winter.

Which is why I also
have UCLA on here.

Hollywood, baby. (laughs)

ELIZABETH: For the first of,

I'm sure many times over
the next couple of years,

I have to ask,
what is wrong with UVA?

Yeah, you are a legacy... twice.

Yeah, I got my degree
and met the love of my life.

See? Greatest
twofer ever. Mm-hmm.

You should consider Georgetown.

I'm really happy there.

Okay, thank you, McCords,

but I would like to go out of
state and blaze a new trail.

I know, but do you have to blaze

all the way to California?

Yeah. Hey, Jason,

you'll consider UVA, right?

We need another
Wahoo in the family.

(laughter)

Okay, the nickname itself is
reason to cross it off the list.

I'm not going to college, so...

And may I ask why?

Academia's a shell game
that only rich kids can win.

It's a student debt factory

that imparts no
real wisdom or skills.

It's a racket.

That's what I thought, too,

until I actually got
out in the real world.

We already have a
college fund all set aside.

College expenses will
outpace anything you've saved.

Do you really want to
mortgage your retirement

so I can extend my
childhood for four years

going to keggers
and pledging a frat?

Now, that's a good point.
When you put it that way.

How much is in the college fund?

A lot.

Enough so that we could sail
around the world? Heck yeah.

Because I've always wanted
to see the Galapagos Islands.

Yeah, heck, we could go on...

You're making fun
of me. A little bit.

You know what? I don't have to

take advice from you, Professor.

First,
you were a puppet for big business,

and now you're working for
the military-industrial complex.

How's that for a twofer?

Well, on the upside,
if he does change his mind,

I think he's landed on a great
topic for his application essay.

ELIZABETH: Oh, don't tell me.

Is that the famous East
Africa corruption report?

The one and only.

It's finally finished?

Well, it's finally printed out.

454 pages of raw excitement.

We've run the
most recent changes

by Treasury,
Commerce and the CIA.

All that's left is for the
White House to sign off.

You know,
these interdepartmental

task forces seem
like a good idea,

until you realize
how many people

need to approve of it
before you're finished.

Oh, I ordered pizza

from Romano's last night,

the delivery guy is
concerned about our reliance

on anti-corruption agencies.

I have concerns about
their crust being too doughy.

Does this report
have a title yet?

"Corruption in East Africa
and its Negative Impact

on U.S. Competitive
Advantage in the Region."

That's catchy.

See, I wanted,
"China Wins Because They Bribe Everyone,"

but Treasury shot me down.

Ma'am. I have
Henry on the phone.

He says it's about his father.

It's important.

Okay, thank you.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

What happened?

I mean, the last time we saw him,
he-he seemed fine.

Maureen found him this morning.

At first she thought
he just overslept.

He must have died
during the night.

Probably a heart attack.

(chuckles)

He always said he
wanted to die in his sleep...

Quick and painless.

Yeah, but not yet.

He was too young.

He called me about a week ago.

Just to catch up.

Had a nice long talk.

I'm grateful for that.

♪

Oh, look at you.

Come here.

Hey, Aunt Maureen.

Good to see you, Elizabeth.

Maureen, nice to see you.

I'm so sorry about
Patrick. Thanks.

Ah, it's been a rough morning,

but you're a bright
spot in a terrible day.

Oh.

Three SUVs, huh?

I'll have to tell the mourners

that parking is at a premium.

Security protocol.

You know,
in case someone wants to shoot her.

Come on, kids,
help me out, would you?

Thanks, kid. Good to see you.

All right.

Can I get anybody anything?

Oh, we're good, thanks.

Kids, I can make sandwiches.

ELIZABETH: We
actually ate on the road.

Maureen,
will you come and sit down?

You're just making
everybody nervous.

Dad, can we go watch TV?

Sure thing. No.

GIRL: Please?

It's family time.

They can be a family in the den.

Erin, if you finally decide
to have kids of your own,

you may find there's more to it

than giving in to
them all the time.

I teach history
to high schoolers.

I'm an expert in knowing
when a teenager needs to get up

and get the heck
out of the room.

Okay, go.

Go, you guys. Go ahead.

Um,
I think I'm gonna take a walk.

I'll come with you.

Dad,
I'll see you back at your place.

Later.

Well,
now the grown-ups can talk freely.

Henry and Elizabeth

haven't heard your news.

Oh, yeah. Um,
me and Stacy are separated.

Oh, gosh, Shane,
I'm sorry to hear that.

I really liked her.

Me,
too. We just jumped in too fast.

MAUREEN: Oh, that's what happens

when you get
married before the ink

on your last
divorce is even dry.

Wait,
who's this? I don't recognize her.

MAUREEN: That's Debra,
Dad's new girlfriend.

Wow. On the mantel.
It must be serious.

MAUREEN: Oh, I wouldn't know.

I didn't like to talk to
him about his lady friends.

Not with Mom so recently gone.

Maureen,
Mom's been dead for four years.

Well,
I still feel her presence in this house.

Now they're together in heaven.

Want to bet the
old man's up there

giving St. Peter a
piece of his mind?

Demanding better
conditions and overtime pay

for those hardworking angels.

(Maureen laughs)

Well, maybe we should
try and get in touch with her.

Well, if by we, you mean me,

I have got enough on my plate,
thank you.

Maureen,
Henry and I can definitely help.

What do you need?

Um... there's the
obituary to write,

and, uh,
I have an appointment tomorrow

at O'Flynn and Sons to
prepare for the service.

I can go with you to that.

Somebody needs to
go to the precinct today

to sign the paperwork.

I can take care of that.

Oh,
it's Detective Michael Swanstrom.

He was here this morning.

He knew Dad from church.

Of course,
Dad hadn't been in a while.

He only went to make Mom happy.

(Henry chuckles)

So,
do you want me to pick up dinner?

God, no. People are already
dropping off casseroles.

We'll have more food than
we know what to do with.

I'll help you clean out the fridge,
make some more room.

Oh, Elizabeth,
would you do me a favor? Sure.

Could you get Dad's navy
blue suit out of his room?

I... just can't go in there.

Of course.

It's weird,

all of us being
here without him.

I'm very sorry for your loss,
Mr. McCord.

Thank you.

I have some information
about your father.

About the way he died.

Wasn't it a heart attack?

Um... based on evidence
I found at the house,

I asked the M.E. to
run a toxicology screen.

Your father died of a
barbiturate overdose.

What?

He didn't take drugs.

There was an empty
prescription bottle

of hydrocodone in
the bathroom trash can.

Hydrocodone is a painkiller.

Yeah,
for when his knee acted up.

He refilled it
yesterday morning.

Are you saying
he took all of them?

Isn't there another explanation?

I'm afraid not.

Your father's
death was a suicide.

♪

I saw him every day. I mean,
he was never down.

Never. He was just himself.

Daddy'd never let on
how he was really feeling.

That just wasn't his way.

That's true. Even when he
was forced off the union board,

it took him years
to tell us about it.

That... that broke his spirit.

Maybe he was sick?

HENRY: I called Dr. Peterson.

Other than the heart condition,
he was in good health.

They made a mistake.

Our dad would never
do this. It is a mortal sin.

HENRY: Maureen,
it's the 21st century.

Everybody knows about depression

and what it can do to you,
even the Catholic Church.

I'm sure Father Benedict...

You will not tell Father
Benedict about this.

No one outside this family is
to know anything about this.

You're being unreasonable. Am I?

Forget about our friends
and family for a second.

Dad was the father-in-law
to the Secretary of State.

I mean, do you want all our
business all over the tabloids?

Oh, no,
I-I don't think that they would...

What, it's not important enough

to make the news? Oh...

Forget it. Tom, let's go.

I... Where are the kids? Geez.

Walked home an hour ago.

Good night, Tom.

Night.

I'm glad you're here.

Someone has to put her in
her place every once in a while.

We're all in shock.

(groans)

See you tomorrow, okay?

Yeah, we'll be here.

All right.

Good night.

Night.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Sorry about Maureen.

Babe, the first time you brought
me home to meet your family,

you said,
"I'm sorry about Maureen."

(chuckles)

Let's just take that as a given.

She's just like
my dad... No filter.

Well,
speaking your mind is a McCord family trait

that you all share.

And our kids have inherited.

How are they doing?

Processing, like the rest of us.

Except Maureen;
she's firmly ensconced

on her sofa of denial.

Henry,
her world has been rocked.

They all need to
lean on you a little.

Check on the kids.

BLAKE: I say again,

what wrong with a fruit basket?

No one wants fruit, ever.

Arrange for bagels, lox,
cream cheese, the works,

to be delivered for
breakfast tomorrow.

When we find out what
Mr. McCord died from,

we'll send a donation
in remembrance.

The best thing we
can do right now

is keep things
running smoothly here

so the Secretary has all the
time and energy she needs

to take care of her family.

Good evening, team.

Are we your team?

Well, you are now.

I need you to get
to work right away

on a new interagency task force.

We're not quite
finished with the last one.

Have you read

the Africa report, by the way?

I haven't had the time.

I spent the day learning

about invasive aquatic species.

What are invasive aquatic...

Little buggers coming
over from Asia and Europe,

overrunning the North
American oceanic ecosystem.

What do you mean, like squid?

Are you mocking me, son?

No, I would, I would never mock.

You think terrorism
is the only threat

to our American way of life?

Wait till the Australian mollusk
arrives and sets up house.

With no natural predators,
all the river mouths

in the Gulf of Mexico will
be completely clogged.

Or when the poisonous
East Indian algae bloom

covers the Pacific coastline,

good-bye crab season.

Coastal and marine fisheries
are a $70 billion business.

Do you think we can
afford to lose that?

All right. Coordinate
with EPA tonight.

I want a report to Congress
before the weather turns warm.

Most of these critters
thrive in a balmy climate.

Well,
the secretary is out of town.

I heard,
but there's no time to waste.

EPA can deliver the science.

State and Commerce

need to jump on the
international maritime angle...

Crack down on smugglers,

ramp up cargo
and hull inspections.

Otherwise, these invasive
species will just keep coming

and the U.S. fishing
economy will grind to a halt.

Okay, we're on it.

I want an update in the morning.

Should I call the secretary?

Not yet.

Found this in the garage.

It's labeled "important papers."

It's got the will in it,
this note that says, uh,

he doesn't want a wake.

What?

Yeah,
he says it's a waste of time

and expensive alcohol.

Good. Who wants to
see Grandpa laid out all...

(croaking)

He's dead, John, not a zombie.

Come on, guys.

Um, the will just says

everything's split
evenly between us kids.

Oh, here's the, uh,
his burial insurance policy

he got from the union.

I will get that obituary
over to the paper.

I'm j-just gonna say
that he passed away.

Father Benedict asked if,
uh, someone

was gonna speak at the service.

Well, that's up to you.

Well, I'd... be too emotional,
too sappy.

Dad would hate that.

I thought you
might like to do it.

I don't think that I'm the guy
to get up and talk about Dad.

Maybe Erin or Shane.

If you change
your mind... I won't.

We're expected at the
mortuary at around 11:00.

I'd offer to drive, but, um,

I suppose your security detail

will still want to
follow us through town.

For the last time,
it's protocol.

(laughs): Well, it's fine.

I mean,
maybe everybody will think Dad's funeral

has started early and
fall into line behind us.

It won't be so bad,
Maureen, I promise.

There's lots of legroom,

and they've got bottles of
water and candy in the back.

Not going to a prom.

Going to find a
coffin for my father.

I'll come along, too.

MAUREEN: I'll get my coat.

(quietly): Thank you.

20 gauge protective
steel with a poplar veneer.

Gloss coffee finish,

and an oyster crepe interior.

Grandpa wouldn't
want something showy

and overpriced.

My father-in-law was
a man of simple taste.

He was cheap.

Say what you're saying.

This one is a gloss
Cambridge finish,

with swing bar hardware.

It's $1,500.

Maureen, what do you think?

Mm.

Let's talk about our
life's glory package.

Prayer cards, a memorial book.

(whispers): Uh, a word with you.

Excuse me.

Can we reconsider cremation?

Absolutely not.

It's just, he wouldn't want us
to spend all this money on him.

ELIZABETH: Well,
this isn't really for Grandpa, baby.

It's for us.

You know, so that we can feel

like we've given him
a proper good-bye.

We have a bit of a problem.

Uh, Mr. McCord

allowed his insurance policy
to lapse four months ago.

So none of this is covered.

I'm afraid not.

Yeah, you know what,
let's just...

we'll put it on my card

and we'll figure it out later.

(sighs)

Hey, John wants to heat
up a cheeseburger casserole

and contact Grandpa
on the Ouija board.

Oh, great, when you reach him,

ask him what the
password is for his computer.

Why are you trying to go
on Grandpa's computer?

I was just thinking, you know.

Why'd he do it?

What made him so sad

that he wanted
to end it like that.

Leave everything.

Leave us.

Mom said, uh,
Debra was his girlfriend.

I figured she might be
able to tell us something,

so I did an image
search on my phone

to try and figure
out her last name.

And?

(sighs) Her name isn't Debra.

It's Janet Nelson.

She's not from Pittsburgh.

She's an actress from L.A.

This photo was pulled
off of the Internet.

Something isn't right.

Okay.

Here's his password.

Classic old person trick.

Mm.

What a day, wow.

So your dad's
insurance policy lapsed,

so I gave them my card,
of course,

which annoyed Maureen,
holy smoke.

Babe,
the kids went through Dad's computer.

They found something.

What do you mean?

(sighs) About seven months ago,
he joined a dating site.

A woman contacted him.

Said her name was Debra.

Said all the right things.

They had all the same interests.

He wanted to meet,
but she said she couldn't.

She was out of town
working on some investments.

Let me guess,
she couldn't come home

until all those
issues were settled.

So,
he offered to help out with a loan.

How much?

I don't know the total yet,

but there are e-mails
on here from the bank.

First it was about cash transfers,
then about

taking out a line of
credit on the house.

It was everything he had.

50 years of hard work
and doing without.

It's all gone.

(sighs) He couldn't
see a way out.

We were a way out.

We could have helped him.

Your dad admit that
he'd been swindled?

Call his children
and ask for money?

Live out his life like a burden.

It wouldn't be like that.

No.

But to him it would.

I know,
but... I never thought his pride

would mean more
to him than his family.

More than watching
our kids grow up.

Okay, I'll say it,
is there any way we can get back the money?

You're all thinking it.

Maybe not Henry and Elizabeth,

but I could sure use my share.

Look,
I spoke with Detective Swanstrom

and you know,
he was sympathetic,

but... (sighs)

The truth is,
most of these scams

are perpetrated
in other countries.

MAUREEN: Well,
then you're talking to the wrong person.

I mean, hell,
you're sitting next

to the Secretary of State.

Other countries is her business.

ERIN: Could you do anything,
Elizabeth?

Pull some strings?

I wish it was that simple.

Well, make it simple.

Call the president.
Say it's protocol.

The thing is,
that the State Department

doesn't really handle
these kinds of things.

What my wife is
too polite to say

is that what you're asking
her to do is unethical.

Elizabeth is always
saying she wants to help.

We need help.

Maureen... drop
it. Why can't...!

Well, like Shane was saying,

you're not counting on that money,
anyway.

(doorbell rings)

Hey, guys.

Maureen.

Oh, thank you.

We're so sorry about Patrick.

MAUREEN: You remember Stan and Barry,
right, guys?

HENRY: Oh, hey. Hey, guys.

They worked with
Dad on the union board.

Come on in.

I'll send you the e-mail address

that I want tracked and,
I'm, uh,

I'm hoping that Oliver Shaw

can recommend someone.

Are you sure
there's nothing else

I can do for you,
or your family?

Thanks for holding
down the fort.

I'll talk soon, okay?

(phone beeps off)

Any room left in here?

No, um, but we can find some.

And we were downtown,
visiting the guys...

Bar, was it Mellon Center?

Sure was.

Yeah,
your dad sees a welder we knew,

leaving for the day.

The guy doesn't have a coat on.

Says, he gave it to his kid,

'cause he couldn't
afford a new one.

Your dad takes
off his own coat...

It was vicuna, I remember.

And he just gives it to the guy.

That's so like him.

Well, we aren't going

to take up any
more of your time.

My wife has the same kind
of heart condition as your dad.

They were always telling
each other to take good care,

but I guess sometimes
there's nothing to be done.

We just assumed
he took a heart attack.

Was it something else?

The truth is...

he was in a bad place, and he

couldn't reach out for help.

What Henry means is that
our dad was in a bad place

because he was so sick.

Maureen,

if we can't talk
about how he died,

then we won't be
able to mourn him.

Our dad took his own life.

(all groan)

I'm so sorry.

Well,
thank you. It's been very difficult.

And I hope it doesn't change
how you remember him.

No.

Of course not.

Thank you so much for coming.

(door opens)

We agreed.

No, Maureen, you insisted.

I'm not gonna treat this
like some shameful secret.

I'm not gonna lie
about our father.

Can't you keep your
high-and-mighty mouth shut

for two seconds?

But no,
everything just has to be done your way,

like we don't count.

Hey, pot, you and the kettle
are looking a little black there.

Stay out of this, Shane. No.

You don't get to
decide for the rest of us

what we can feel or say.

Yes, I do,
because I was here every day,

taking care of Mom,
taking care of Dad.

I live across town,
Erin's ten minutes away...

Yeah, but you were never here.

Maybe Sunday dinners,

the Super Bowl. I
cleaned the toilets.

I cooked the meals.
I took care of him.

If you took such good care of him,
Maureen,

then why is he dead?

Erin, don't. No,
I am sick of her

lording everything over me!

Can we get past this?

No, you are already past this!

You and Elizabeth
breeze into town

visiting us on your book tour,

waving to us from the motorcade.

Just don't think that
puts you in charge now,

just because she can put
the funeral on her credit card!

What's this now?

It was just a temporary fix.

I'm just trying to help.

Trying to one up
all of us like usual.

You know what we call her.

Queen Elizabeth.

Queen Elizabeth...
Like it's a big secret!

We're not stupid, Maureen.

We're not deaf! I
never called her that.

I didn't! I didn't! But she did!

Nobody should
be calling her that!

When you took up with Elizabeth,
you changed!

That's enough! Turning
up your nose at us "yinzers,"

acting like a new man
with a fancy degree

and a rich wife!

You are way over the line,
Maureen!

You guys are screaming
so loud we can't hear the TV.

What's going on? We're
having a family discussion.

Yeah,
but it's over. Come on, kids.

If it makes you feel better,

we'll leave right
after the funeral.

Blow into town,

turn everything upside down,

then blow right back out again.

What else is new?

Oh, you... (door slams)

(knocking)

Got a minute?

Not since 1992.

Yeah, it's all right.

Come in.

I went through the East
Africa report again last night.

There's been a change

since we sent it
to you for approval.

The CIA redacted a few lines,
classified them.

As is their won't.
The redacted portion

is a short paragraph
regarding Senator Marc Stone.

He was part of a congressional

fact-finding trip
to China in 2013.

They visited

the Wudang Construction Company.

Wudang is run by the
Chinese government

and is at the top of our
list of corrupt contractors.

You don't say.

Wudang also

owns an American
subsidiary called KPT Building.

It's based in Arizona.

That's Stone's home state.

CIA has been
all over this report

since we started compiling it.

Why did they wait
until the last minute

to classify that paragraph?

Are you asking me a
question or is this a setup

for an accusation?

I think you sent

the State Department
on an invasive

aquatic snipe hunt.

Then you convinced
someone at the Agency

to redact the report.

What I do not understand is why.

The CIA did it,
so take it up with them.

Or better yet, leave it alone.

Is that an order?

Yes.

I don't take orders from you.

(door opens)

Is that the office calling?

Yeah,
but not about State business.

I asked Blake

to trace the person
who scammed your dad.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

But it worked.

The scammer lives
right here in Pittsburgh.

It's his friend Stan.

(indistinct chatter)

For what it's worth,
he's pretty broken up.

I got a full confession in
the car on the way over.

Did he say why he did it?

Well, short answer?

He needed money.

His sister's sick.

They're drowning in bills.

Says he read an article
about these scammers

who were making thousands
ripping off older people.

So he trolls the dating site,

and happens to come
across your dad's profile.

ERIN: He knew how
generous our dad was.

Thought he'd be an easy mark.

The DA will be in touch.

I'm sorry, folks.

That's that, then.

Hey, Maureen?

Wait.

(sighs)

You're so angry at me.

What can I do to
make this right?

Can you give me my father back?

Can you make it like he never

did this awful,
awful thing? You know

if he had reached out,
I would've done anything to help.

Would you?

Of course.

Maureen, just let it go.

(sighs)

I can't stop thinking why
he didn't call you, Henry.

I mean, the rest of us, he knew

we didn't have any
room to take him in.

God knows we don't have any money,
but you do.

And then I remembered.

A couple of years ago,

I was helping him up the stairs

after a few too many.

It was,
it was during that bad time

when the union had
kicked him to the curb.

And he started
talking about someone

who turned their back on him.

I figured it was a buddy of his.

But no.

He was talking about you.

He said you rejected him.

That you treated him
like he was a failure.

He said it was the
worst pain he'd ever felt.

Maureen,
that... that never happened.

Are calling Patrick
McCord a liar?

No, I'm saying

that maybe you misunderstood.

No, he was very clear.

It was a while ago.

But it happened.

And at the lowest
point of his life,

if he reached out to you

and you turned your
back on him again...

that would be the worst thing.

Worse than losing all his money.

Worse than death.

So he didn't even try.

Instead he just...
went to sleep.

And we can all say
that we would've done

anything to help him,
that we couldn't see the signs.

We can say whatever we want now,
because it's too late.

But I say...

I say he's dead because of you.

You want to go for a walk?

My first year at UVA,

I was working so hard to fit in.

I just did not feel
like I belonged there.

Well, you were 17,

you'd never been away from home.

My dad came to Parent's Weekend.

I showed him the campus,
my dorm.

He was his typical self...

The room's too small,

the water pressure's too low,

he wanted to know did they
give me a third-class berth

'cause I was a scholarship kid?

Well, your dad, never one to be

stingy with his opinions.

There was a big
dinner that night,

father and son thing.

All the guys in my
class were going.

I didn't even tell him
it was happening.

That's how nervous I
was he'd make a scene.

He'd start quizzing
the big shots at my table

about how badly they
treated their workers.

It seems crazy now,

but being embarrassed
at that dinner

felt like it would end my world.

So,

we were walking off-campus
to grab dinner in town.

I took a wrong turn.

There we were at the hall.

There was a big banner.

All the guys were
going in with their dads.

And they looked
like... what they were.

Proper gentlemen.

Young masters of the universe.

I looked over.

My dad had stopped walking.

Looked up at the banner.

All the boys with their fathers.

And I'll never forget
the look on his face.

He knew I was ashamed of him.

That's what he told Maureen.

Did you ever talk
to him about it?

Yeah, I tried to apologize
a few times over the years.

He acted like he
didn't remember,

but he did.

I keep thinking...

maybe when he called last week,

should I have tried again

to say I was sorry

and really made him listen?

Do you think

maybe that was the opening
he needed to ask for my help?

I think he knew you loved him.

And he knew that you'd grow
up to be a good man, Henry.

So I think you have to forgive

that 17-year-old boy,

who was young and thoughtless.

If for no other reason,

you'll need the practice

to forgive Jason someday

when he does
something like that.

I think your dad
did call for a reason.

Not to ask for help.

I think he needed to know

that you two were
ending on a good note.

He was saying good-bye to me.

♪

Hey, Dad.

Hi, Jace. You ready?

Yeah, almost.

I'm really sorry about the way
I talked to you the other day.

It's okay.

I'm sorry I made fun
of you about college.

I don't want to be like you.

(chuckles)

I didn't want to be
like my old man either.

I get it.

I mean, like you and Grandpa.

I don't want to be fighting
with you when you die.

I'm not gonna let that happen,
I promise.

It's true,
my dad and I weren't close.

We didn't see eye to eye

on... well, anything.

But I want you to feel
like you can talk to me.

And I'll listen.

That's really the...

key to everything.

FATHER BENEDICT: The
Lord bless you and keep you.

The Lord let his face shine
upon you and be gracious to you.

The Lord look upon you
kindly and give you peace.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Before we begin
the commendation,

Patrick's son, Henry,
has asked to say a few words

in remembrance of his father.

(clears throat)

The thing my dad hated
second most in the world

was a restaurant.

"Why drive to some place and
have a stranger cook you food

when you can have it
better and cheaper at home?"

(scattered chuckling)

The thing he hated
most was a wedding.

"Why would you
spend all that money

"when the marriage
might not even work out?

Stay married for ten years,
and then have a party."

Maybe I'm giving you the
wrong idea about my dad.

He hated restaurants
and weddings,

but he loved a good meal.

And he believed in marriage.

He just didn't see the
point in all the fanfare.

So I think it's a
pretty safe bet

that he would not be too happy

with what we're
doing here today.

My dad was a proud man.

He didn't believe in showing

any vulnerability to the world,

and he passed
that on to all of us.

It mostly served us well,
but it robbed us, too.

It robbed us of the gift of...

letting someone
else lend a hand,

the gift of letting
someone you love

see you at-at your weakest.

Made us hold onto grudges

when all we really
needed to do...

was say... "I was wrong,
and I'm sorry."

I'm looking at my family now,

and... I see how
proud you are...

and how strong
you're all trying to be,

but I think the best
gift that we can give

to our father now
that he's gone...

is to admit that our
hearts are breaking.

I think it would
go better for us

if we... could lean
on each other...

and let our hearts
break together.

I think he would like that.

And then shape up and
pull ourselves together

and, Jiminy Christmas,
quit that crying.

(chuckling)

FATHER BENEDICT:
"A song of ascents.

"I raise my eyes
toward the mountains.

From whence shall come my help?"

(low conversations)

(people laughing)

Henry,
smiling like he doesn't have.

Oh,
I was not smiling. A care in the world.

HENRY (laughing): I
was scared to death.

Yeah,
'cause Dad's car is sinking into the lake.

And Dad says, "Son,
what the hell happened?"

And Henry says...

I said I swerved to avoid a
cow in the road. SHANE: What?

Come on. And, no,
and Dad... That's true.

It's true. and Dad says,
"Listen, kid, next time...

there's a cow in the road,
don't crash the car just..."

BOTH: "Bring home
the steak dinner."

You were the reason he wouldn't
let me get a car till I was 18.

No, pal,
that was because you stole Mom's car

and blew the engine
doing doughnuts

in the parking lot of the A&P.

Okay, I did do that. Remember?

With me,
unbuckled in the back seat. Yeah.

I was just checking on
the progress with the EPA.

The staff has been
in meetings all day.

While you've been in here,
checking up on Senator Stone?

You called Marlene Creston,

the head of the Senate
Select Committee on Ethics.

She didn't find anything.

And I still have no idea

why you wanted that
paragraph classified.

You gonna let it go now?

That's not in my nature.

Okay then.

Stone is an ally of Dalton's,

running for reelection on his record,
which is spotless,

but his challenger
is well-funded.

She's going negative,

so Stone approved his super PAC

and a dark money nonprofit
organization to fund it.

KPT Building made a donation
to that nonprofit of $100,000.

KPT Building,
which is owned by the Chinese government.

KPT Building,
which is an American subsidiary

of Wudang Construction,

which is owned by the Chinese government,
yes.

So is this a quid pro
quo? Of course not.

KPT just wants to
defeat Stone's opponent,

who's for stricter
logging controls.

But the Chinese government

is still indirectly financing
an American election.

And thanks to the
vagaries of Citizens United,

it's all perfectly legal.

Then why redact the paragraph?

Because if someone
with an ax to grind

were to read the
unredacted East Africa report,

they could possibly
make a connection

between Stone and
Wudang Construction.

They could make it look

like Marc Stone is in
bed with the Chinese.

Isn't he?

He's an honest politician who's
been forced to accept dark money

so he can continue to
play on this new level field.

Don't blame me,
blame the Supreme Court

for a bad decision.

The president would
love to put a stake

through the heart
of Citizens United,

but you know he's
not gonna get traction

in congress anytime soon.

He'll need a second term
and every bit of support

in the senate that
he can muster.

So, yes,
I asked a friend at the Agency

to redact that
section of the report.

I didn't tell the
president about it.

If the contribution ever does
become public knowledge,

Dalton can honestly say
he knows nothing about it.

And what about the secretary?

She's protected as well.

That's our job.

We take the hits so
they don't have to.

But you didn't bring
me in beforehand,

so now I have to tell her.

Do what you want.

Just make sure she knows

we're saving American's
oceans while you're at it.

Those invasive species
really are a menace.

Russell.

In the future,

you might consider being
more forthcoming with me.

That's not really in my nature,

but... noted.

(door closes)

All our bags are downstairs.

Then this is the last one.

I bet you're glad
to be getting home,

get back to being yourself.

What do you mean?

I don't know, it's just...

at home,
you would never let anyone

talk to you the way
that Aunt Maureen does.

Why don't you
ever shut her down?

Oh, Stevie,
I was so young when my parents died.

Then it was just your
Uncle Will and me.

We were away at boarding
schools most of the year.

Thanksgivings,
just the two of us.

Dinner in front of the TV.

One Christmas, I just...

stayed at school.

There was this huge snowstorm,

and I got snowed in,

and it was so... quiet.

I didn't speak to
another soul for days.

And then I fell in
love with your dad.

(both chuckle)

And he took me home
and introduced me

to his big, messy,
raucous family.

At the McCord house,
it was never quiet.

Sometimes they're laughing,
sometimes fighting,

but it's always
loud and on fire.

And if I shut Maureen down,

I'd be putting out that fire.

I don't want to do that.

I just want to be a part of it.

You know?

Yeah.

You need any help
cleaning out the house...

Erin and Shane and the kids will be around,
so...

Well,
maybe we'll get lucky and find some cash

after the bank takes their cut.

Maybe. Either way,
we'll be all right.

I know we will.

Easter? Oh.

ALISON: Bye.

Bye.

(engine starts)

WOMAN: Bye!

(engines starting)

MAN: Later!

♪

(phone buzzing)

ELIZABETH: It is uncanny.

I mean, Blake knows exactly
when it's the best time to get me.

It's just... (phone
line ringing)

I called Uncle Will.

WILL: Hey.

HENRY: Hey, Will. Hi. Hey, Will.

ELIZABETH: How are you?

Well,
I-I could use another three hours sleep.

Henry, I-I am so... so sorry

that I couldn't make
it out for the funeral.

You know how fond
I was of your father.

He was a tough old guy.

Yeah, he was.

Thanks, Will.

Hi, Uncle Will. Hi.

There you go. Here you go. WILL: Hello,
McCords.

ALISON: We miss you.

(laughing) STEVIE: Hey,
what are you doing?

Where are you?