All language subtitles for Madam Secretary S01E20

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- Passport?
- Check.

Wait.

Oh. Okay, check.

- Lecture notes.
- What?

Lecture notes?

Oh, uh, yeah. Got it. Okay. Check.

What about that big, ugly parka

that I bought you that's so warm?

- Uh... Yes.
- You gonna take it?

Got it. Russia...

here I come. I'm all set.

Listen, I want you to take this cell phone

instead of your regular one.

What? Why? Better calling plan or...?

It's a more secure line.

You know, there's nothing
covert about this visit.

I'm just lecturing about fundamentalism

to a bunch of colonels named Boris.

First of all, it's not just a lecture.

These military-to-military exchanges

help keep the peace. It's a big deal.

I feel special again. Thanks.

You think just anyone

gets invited to these things,

especially at the personal behest

- of Foreign Minister Gorev?
- Guess he forgot

that I once refused to
give his daughter an "A."

- Ha.
- Do the world a favor:

don't remind him of that.

Now, that is a secure line

so that we can, you know,

talk without any Borises listening in.

Just in case you have trouble staying warm

on those long winter nights.

I was not sleeping.

- Yes, you were.
- I was meditating.

You were not; you were
snoring in the middle of...

- I was not.
- Yes.

- Was I?
- Yes.

But you find that incredibly
sexy though, right?

Snoring.

Come on, it's not an old thing.

It was a, it was a boring movie.

- No.
- Come on, I'm so with it.

I'm so... Look, come on.

Look at my phone.

Look at all the applications

and life hacks... I have on here.

Life hacks.

Whoa.

What?

Let me see.

Oh, my God, where'd you get that?

I have an alert app that dings me

every time your name or photo
shows up on the Internet.

See? With it.

- What? - Well, no, I have it
for everyone in the office.

- I have to make sure they're not
making the wrong kind of news. - Oh.

Wait, how did this get here?

Well, who posted it?

Alison!

Alison, it's her account.

God, I'm gonna kill her.

And that-that's... that's,
that's Harrison, right?

- Yeah.
- The, uh, president's son?

Yeah.

Sort of breaks your heart to see him

before all the bad choices.

- I don't see what the big deal is.
- He's the president's son, Ali!

That kind of makes it a big deal.

Plus, he really needs privacy right now.

- What does that mean?
- Don't worry about what it means.

Just take the picture down.

Wait, are you freaking
out because there actually

is something going on
between you and Harrison?

No, no, look, I already told you
we dated for, like, three weeks

when I was your age, okay?

We are just friends.

But it is really important to me

that he feels like I am
someone that he can trust.

Please be more mysterious.

Look, I don't want him looking at this

and thinking that I'm
going around telling people

that I'm "one half of Starrison."

And according to this, not the cute half.

Girls, I'm leaving.

Come say do svidan'ya.

Let's go say do svidan'ya.

- Morning, all.
- Morning.

Nadine tells me I have a
very full schedule today.

Uh, yes, we're starting
with the Russian war games

off the Alaskan coast.

They began this morning.

A flotilla of some 50
different vessels and aircraft.

They're technically within their rights.

The maneuvers and test
firings are taking place

on international waters and
outside American airspace.

Still insultingly close
to our northern borders.

But we were expecting
something like this, right?

After the NATO thing?

Yes, it's believed to be a response

to our announced deployment
of the NATO Rapid Response

Strike Force in Latvia.

Which was our response to Russia's meddling

in its neighbor's affairs.

Moldova being the most recent example.

White House expects us to send

a démarche, ma'am, a
diplomatic cable in protest.

The NATO force in Latvia
was the right call.

I'm just annoyed that
Ostrov is so determined

to refight the Cold War,

instead of fixing his crappy economy.

Don't, uh, put that in the protest thingy.

Yes.

Speaking of the Cold War, Ma'am?

There's a ceremony today

for Ezra Lyle Helsinger,

the department's oldest
foreign service office.

He's retiring today,
after 60 years of service.

Wow, 60 years.

Good for him.

I'm sorry, ma'am?

You're needed in the Situation Room.

Elizabeth.

What's up?

Blake couldn't give me any details.

That's because it's need to know.

Okay, what do I need to know?

Russian war games have gotten heated.

One of their subs split

from the fleet and has
crossed into US coastal waters.

That's aggressive, but not unprecedented.

Sure, Russians like

to test our defenses,
just like we test theirs,

but we were tracking
the sub, and it vanished.

That is unprecedented.

So they've perfected some
kind of cloaking technology.

And the sub's nuclear armed, I'm guessing?

And now it's somewhere
off the Alaska shoreline,

intentions unknown.

Could be posturing, could be
about starting World War III.

What's Ostrov saying?

We've tried calling
President Ostrov directly.

We're told he's at a remote location.

He can't be reached.

So he's vanished, as well.

Heck of a week for Henry to go to Russia.

Can't disagree with you there.

Thank you.

Professor McCord, you are most welcome.

Thank you, Minister Gorev.

You must call me Anton.

Even after I wouldn't give your
daughter an "A" last semester?

I overreached in asking.

An "Incomplete" was generous.

Well, good.

I'm glad we cleared the air on that.

As am I.

Indeed, that is the purpose
of these wonderful meetings

between our militaries.

To keep the air clear.

Especially in a time of such...

unfortunate misunderstandings.

Thank you very much.

It's an honor to be here.

I'm gonna speak with you today

about a subject that is of great importance

to our two countries and
our common civilization,

and that is the roots of the two notions

of righteous religious warfare or struggle.

Namely, jihad in classical Islam,

and in both Eastern and
Western Christianity,

the concept of crusade.

Professor McCord, may I
introduce the president

of the Russian Federation

and our supreme commander-in-chief,

Pavel Ostrov.

Professor McCord,

it is an honor to meet you.

It's also my honor, uh, Mr. President,

and a bit of a surprise.

I like to come to this place
on occasion for a visit.

For the beautiful country,

the recreation and for the game.

I'm told you enjoy blood sports.

If, by that, you mean hunting,

then, yes, my father took me sometimes.

Deer, duck, an occasional squirrel.

Then you must come hunt with me.

No refusing.

My pleasure is to show

the goodness of Russian life

to such eminent, distinguished guest.

With such a beautiful,

eminent wife.

Mr. President, we've been in contact.

They deny that sub is even there.

Still claiming their
right to refute reality.

What do we know about the sub itself?

We think it's the Yalta,
sir; it's a new sub

out of Vladivostok with an
experimental stealth technology

more advanced than ours.

Apparently.

It's powered by a fission reactor,

carrying six Bulava-type cruise missiles,

each with 150-kiloton warhead

and a range of about 60 miles.

But again, what is most
disturbing about it...

Besides the fact that it could be

on its way to flatten Anchorage...

...is how they have just proven

that they can evade all
forms of detection by sonar,

magnetic anomaly

or satellite array.

A true stealth weapon.

They can hit us before we
even know they're there.

Ostrov's been bankrupting his economy,

trying to get back to
military parity with the West.

- Now he may have it.
- Well, they've got the drop on us.

The question is what do they want?

Is Ostrov just making us sweat,

or is this more than posturing?

Sir...

if Ostrov isn't talking to us,

I may know somebody who will.

Nadine...

you clear my schedule
for the rest of the day?

All of it, ma'am?

And, Nadine, quietly, okay?

Get Gorev on SVTC, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Is everything okay, ma'am?

Yeah, it's fine.

I just need to clear my schedule.

Oh, it's definitely a loose nuke.

We're all dead.

Good news is there's a
bunker in the basement.

Okay, that's enough doomsday.

You heard the secretary.

Let's clear her schedule.

Quietly.

Okay.

She's fun.

I heard that.

Don't try and evade the issue,

and don't try telling me the
this sub isn't there, Anton.

It's just the two of us now.

Yes, two friends talking
openly and honestly,

but then friends also
don't put powerful weapons

on each other's borders.

I'm listening.

I thought it might come to this.

So, say one of our subs
did lose its direction

and come too close to your Alaska

with its bears and salmon.

You're about to put NATO
troops on the Latvian border,

just a few hundred miles from Moscow.

Which is less friendly?

So what can we do about that?

Cancel the NATO deployment,

and perhaps the captain

will find his map again,

come back home.

Honest enough for you?

Perfectly.

You also know I'm being honest

when I tell you that bullying and threats

will not alter the resolve
of the United States

or its allies.

And your president needs
to pick up the phone.

I will tell him myself when I see him.

He can't have gone far.

What are you talking about?

Didn't you know?

President Ostrov has
invited your husband Henry

to go hunting with him.

They're in the woods, hunting grouse.

One of President Ostrov's
favorite pastimes.

It's quite an honor for your husband.

Is that what it is?

I'm certain they're
having a wonderful time.

All I can say is,

they better be.

Until later, Madam Secretary.

Oh. Sorry.

Hunt requires quiet, Professor.

We are not having very much luck today.

Maybe the camera crew had
something to do with it.

I don't understand.

With this gun, I always
have very good luck.

Oh, it's beautiful.

My grandfather's.

He kept it with him in
the Great Patriotic War,

your World War II, during
the Blockade Leningrad.

The Siege of Leningrad?

- You know it?
- Yes, of course.

Through entire blockade,
my grandfather kept it

cocked and loaded by the front door,

so, if the Germans ever break through,

if they come to the house for
my aunts and my grandmother,

he has something to shoot the enemy with.

And if necessary...

his family, and then himself.

May I ask, sir,

why you're telling me all this?

Our people are never

frightened, Professor,
and we outlast our enemy.

So, tell your wife and your president,

we don't back down.

I will convey your message, Mr. President.

But to be honest, I have no
idea what you're talking about.

Don't worry. They will.

He did what?

Yeah. My left ear is still ringing.

But at least now I know
what that was all about.

He was using me for propaganda.

Let's just hope

- that's all you are.
- You really think

- he'd take me hostage?
- I don't know.

Clearly, he coordinated the
sub incursion with your visit.

It's just optics.

Lecturing the Secretary of State's husband

while his sub is sneaking around Alaska?

The message is:

don't let NATO troops go into Latvia.

Well, now that we've heard
it, why don't you come home?

No, if I cut and run now,

he'll just know that we're scared.

I think I should act
like everything is fine.

They've invited me to
tour an Orthodox monastery

of St. George.

I think I should go.

Besides, it's a
significant historical site,

crucial to the spread of
Christianity during Mongol Rule.

I am finding your dorkiness

oddly reassuring right now.

We need you in there.

Henry, I gotta go.

Be safe, okay?

I will. Okay.

Henry all right?

As long as the only actual
shots being fired are

at a bunch of defenseless birds, yeah,

I think we're all right.

Mr. President, this is
Ostrov grandstanding.

Clearly, the man likes to put on a show.

What are you proposing, Darren?

Well, if he wants to grandstand,

hide-and-seek with the sub,

not to mention whatever
he's trying to do with

the secretary's husband, we
should put on a show right back.

Not only mobilize the
strike force to Latvia,

but deploy the Sixth Fleet's
flagship to the Black Sea.

Turkey will allow it, but it's posturing.

It's us doing exactly

what Ostrov is doing,
only bigger and louder.

Surest sign of strength is to
show you are able to use it.

But are we willing to use it, sir?

I think we just got a signal
through your husband, Bess.

All this Russian President
truly understands or respects

is force.

Give the order to move the fleet.

Yes, sir.

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We've managed to clear
the secretary's schedule,

but one item's proving a little tricky.

And that is?

- Ezra Helsinger's retirement ceremony.
- Oh.

She's expected to give a speech,
or at least make an appearance.

Today's his last day.

I mean, he's a living
legend in the department.

Everyone's gonna be there, including press.

Yeah. M Sec doesn't
show, there'll be rumors.

I'll let the secretary
know. Keep it on for now.

Speaking of rumors,

I'm hearing the Pentagon's
parking lot is hopping.

You know, people coming
in instead of going home?

- Never a good sign.
- Yup, we're all about to be

fragged by a fiery ball of death.

It was nice to know you.

Daisy, something you should see.

You know the secretary's
so protective of the family?

"Let them say what they will about me,

so long as they leave the kids out of it"?

Mm-hmm.

The kids are not out of it.

Well, the secretary's not gonna love this.

But just looks like your
typical Internet rumors.

Daisy, you have a phone call.

It's the secretary's daughter.

Or not.

She's at the mouth of Glacier Bay.

Resting on a seabed in a
hundred meters of water.

Well within the 12-mile limit.

And a clear violation of
our territorial sovereignty.

Aerial recon found it when it detected

a burst of very
low-frequency transmission.

They're fairly certain

they were attempting to communicate

with their command vessel.

Since then, nothing.

No distress signal,

no response to our radio transmissions

or hydrophone.

And Ostrov still isn't
picking up his phone.

What's his game, Bess?

Trying to back us out of Latvia...

I thought.

But to be honest, at this moment, sir,

I don't know.

Is there an optic cable
buried along that coast?

It's land-linked to our anti-missile

tracking stations up north.

So, it could be a spy mission
trying to tap that cable.

Yes, and it also has six
nuclear cruise missiles

capable of destroying Juneau
55 miles down that channel!

It could be awaiting orders!

If they wanted to nuke us, they have ICBM's

that could obliterate
New York in 20 minutes.

Why park a sub off of Alaska?

Juneau would be gone in 30 seconds.

And then the sub would disappear
down the coast, to Seattle,

L.A.

How long before we can physically engage?

You mean threaten it, sir?

Capture it and report it?

I mean destroy it.

Sir,

our closest surface vessel

is the Navy minesweeper Kirkland.

It can be at the site within 90 minutes.

Tell the Russians they have two hours.

Two hours for that sub to be gone.

Or we take it out ourselves.

By whatever means necessary.

Which the Russians will
view as an act of war.

And this isn't?

Can't say we didn't warn them.

Sorry I'm late.

So we're gonna pay tribute to Mr. Helsinger

just like nothing's wrong.

Yes, ma'am.

Is anything wrong?

Uh, nothing we're talking about.

Ma'am, uh, your speech
doesn't need to be formal.

Just a few unrehearsed,
off the cuff remarks.

And here they are.

Great.

Six decades of service in Germany,

Eastern Europe and the Middle East,

a crewman for a Vanderbilt yacht

and a writer for Time and The Paris Review.

Ezra...

you truly are a witness
to and a creator of what

your first boss, Henry Luce,
called "The American Century."

Thank you.

Enjoy your life.

And have some cake.

Yeah, sure, sure, of course.

Oh, please, don't get up, Ezra.

I'm very sorry.

I was supposed to bring you your gift.

But we're a little disorganized today.

Well, there's no need to apologize, ma'am.

In threat of war with the Russians?

That's apt to frazzle a person.

And on the very day that

the last of the Cold Warriors

shuffles off to Buffalo, too.

How's that for irony?

Has someone been telling you things?

I have seen this movie
before, Madam Secretary.

The Russian navy holding war games

in the Bering Sea.

I, uh, I happened to see

a little item on the DOD...

daily rundown this morning.

We are sending

a Naval flagship into the Black Sea.

Ostrov is posturing on Russian TV.

And with your husband, no less.

He's a handsome fella, by the way.

You've cleared your calendar.

Except for those events where
your absence would be noticed.

You really do know how to read the signs.

Now, tell that to the DMV.

They took my damn license!

You still work for me.

For the next several hours anyway, right?

Um... yeah.

Till 5:00.

So, there's this invisible submarine...

a super weapon...

it's just sitting there,

letting us look at it.

Right! I was wondering about that, too.

I mean, why turn off
the stealth technology?

Well, back in my day,

we only tried to read
the Russians' intentions.

Their mentality.

To look at the chess player

as well as the pieces on the board.

Well, that's sort of tough since Ostrov

won't even admit there's a game.

Not even talking.

But see? That in itself tells us something.

I mean, he's a bully and a poser, right?

Well, uh, the question is...

why isn't he bragging?

Throwing this in our face?

Right...

right... Why-why not
tell the Russian public...

or the whole world,

for that matter, that he snuck

advanced technology in
right under our noses?

Beat us at our own game.

In our backyard.

And you're right, you know,

it isn't like Ostrov to hold back.

Unless there's something
he didn't count on.

Something went wrong.

That sub isn't doing what it's supposed to.

And again...

Ostrov would never admit that, would he?

Kind of makes you wish it
was him sitting here now,

instead of me, doesn't it?

So you could ask him.

You do know there's no
smoking in here, right?

Mm-hmm, oh, yeah, yeah. I, uh...

Ordinance against smoking in this building

since 1997, I think, I...

I miss the war.

You know, I, too, have great
respect for St. Nicholas.

Stop filming.

What are you doing here, Henry?

Your tour of the church is over.

I mean, St. George is great.

The warrior saint.

The victor.

But St. Nick represents compassion.

He's the one you turn
to when times are tough.

Of course, we've
trivialized him in the West,

made him into the precursor
of our modern-day Santa Claus.

What is your point?

Thought that maybe we would
light a candle together.

I don't think so.

I'm in no need of miracles.

You may be.

Not me.

So, we clear?

No more pictures.

Nothing personal.

No posting where others can see.

- And...? - Absolutely nothing
involving the First Family

or the White House.

- Thank you.
- Okay, then, leave it to me.

I'll see what I can do
to keep major news outlets

from picking up the story.

Without telling Mom?

Yeah, no.

It'll all be fine.

Besides, the best defense is the truth.

And since you and Harrison
aren't actually an item...

I mean, you'd tell me if you were, right?

'Cause, honestly, he is kind of cute.

I mean, I'd understand.

No, I have a boyfriend, okay?

Oh! Oh, yeah? Who's that?

Oh, it's just, uh, this
guy that I work with.

Another intern from the Microloan program?

Uh...

Wait, what's with the face?

What, are you, like, dating
your boss or something?

Oh, my God.

Wait, are you dating Arthur Gilroy?

Yeah.

- Look, I know it sounds...
- Stevie, no.

Forget Harrison, now we have a problem.

No, Mom and Dad are fine with it. Sort of.

They may be fine as parents,

but from a press perspective,

looking at damage control...

Stevie, there are three words

that can never go together in this town,

and that is "boss," "intern" and "sex."

You've got to end it. Now.

What?! Why?

What do you think will happen

when it comes out about you two?

And it will, now that
you're in the spotlight.

- I will deal with it.
- The Microloan program was

already on the chopping block.

And don't you think there are people

who would love to get back at your mother?

And they'd happily throw Arthur Gilroy

onto the fire to do that.

You really think that's what will happen?

I know it will.

This is St. Nicholas we're talking about?

As in Kris Kringle?

He means something more
in Orthodox tradition.

He's the one you turn
to in cases of calamity,

when things have turned against you.

It's just an observation,

but he seemed like a different person,

like he was afraid, even.

Afraid of what?

I don't know,

but I've been around enough true believers

to know when they're really
praying, and Ostrov was.

The guy that took me hunting this afternoon

was confident, secure,

like everything was going his way.

Could something have
happened to change that?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, something did.

Look, Henry, I gotta take
this to the president.

If Ostrov is scared,

it may be because he's
lost control of that sub.

You think he could overreact?

That, or we will.

At this point, it's academic

- Wait the deadline
- if Ostrov is in control of the sub.

for the Yalta to leave
our waters isn't up yet.

I'm overriding it.

We've got the Russians' response.

Two of their Kirov-class battle cruisers

and three sister attack
subs are on a direct course

to Glacier Bay.

Carrier Strike Group 11 out of Everett

is on its way to intercept.

Meantime, the sub hasn't budged

The Kirkland's stationed directly over it,

about to commence dropping depth charges.

Wh-Why?

Standard naval etiquette.

You don't surrender,
we force you to surface.

This is the Kirkland.

We are directly above the target.

We are about to drop depth charges.

Three, two, one...

Standing by.

There's something happening.

Fish in the water.

Target has launched a torpedo.

Initiating counter...

We are hit.

Repeat, Kirkland has been hit.

Sir, we've lost communication
with the Kirkland.

Carrier Strike Group has re-established
contact with the Kirkland.

Damage assessment?

Injuries. So far, no fatalities.

We have a visual from a medi-chopper.

Ship is still under power, headed for port.

NORAD reports a squadron

of Russian MiG-35s just
performed a flyover.

Saw the Kirkland take the hit.

Damn it.

Mr. President, I've got NORTHCOM

and the Commander of the U.S. Pacific Fleet

requesting immediate authority to engage.

We just got a communiqué
from the Russians.

Their vessel was defending itself,

and any further attack will be met

with quote, "overwhelming
retaliatory force."

Without getting into specifics.

Call their bluff, sir.

They're entirely in the wrong.

They're guilty of an act of war.

Well, all due respect,

we don't know who's guilty of what.

I'm just saying, Mr. President,

before we declare war, let's determine

exactly who we're going to war with.

What if that sub hasn't moved

because it's incapable of moving?

What if something went wrong?

That sub isn't doing what it's supposed to.

The captain and crew could
be operating without orders,

off the chain of command of
the Kremlin and his president.

What does it matter? We respond to actions,

Mr. President, not intentions.

We do not let an attack on
American lives go unanswered!

And we don't go to war over a mistake!

Outside.

We should believe that Ostrov
lost control of the Yalta

because your husband knows religion,

and he saw Ostrov ask Santa for a wish?

Actually, the secretary's husband has shown

he can be a pretty effective operative

on occasion, as well
as a religious scholar.

Well, what if I trust your analysis?

Say Ostrov is scared,

that he's operating in the blind,

like we all are here.

Then what?

Then we don't push him to the brink.

Not until we know more.

Every second we wait lets
those battleships get closer.

Or lets the sub fire another missile...

or six of them, all of them nukes.

And if we hit it with one of ours,

it's got a 10K reactor on board.

We risk sending a radioactive
tsunami down the channel...

That'll make Fukushima a
fond memory... I get it, Bess.

So what do you propose?

We have to take one last chance,

and try and talk to that submarine.

Directly and without Moscow knowing.

There has to be a way.

That's the unmanned submersible.

If the Russian crew gets a visual,

they'll know it's harmless,
incapable of attack.

We're tapping on their hull.

We're using the retractable
arm to tap out a message.

Morse code.

Old school, but it works.

We're asking them to
state their name, mission,

allow us on board.

That's them answering.

There's activity.

One of her torpedo tubes
is opening, flooding...

She's gonna fire.

No, it's her distress buoy.

They're asking for help.

Stephanie!

Are you and Harrison Dalton dating?

Is he a good kisser?

Are you and Harrison Dalton dating?

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm not used to being ambushed.

Yeah, you have a lot of pings.

You're getting some
serious unwanted attention.

Yeah, they were outside my house.

And then on the street.

- It's crazy.
- All right, don't worry about it.

You and Harrison are just filling bandwidth

between Kardashians.

It's gonna blow over soon.

None of this matters.

Listen to me... what matters is our work.

The microloans program...
that's what matters.

Yeah, about that.

Hey, you're not quitting, are you?

Oh, you're quitting this.

Us.

Both, I'm quitting...

I'm quitting both.

Once they figure out

that I'm not dating Harrison,

they're going to figure
out who I am dating.

So what?

You really want to throw away

your whole career on some intern?

Listen to me, I know
I've harped on this a lot,

but I-I have been around, okay?

Just let me... let me worry about that.

Look, okay, you know what?

You're too old.

You're too old, and it's not gonna work.

Is that what you need to hear?

Uh, okay.

Okay.

Well, it's been really
nice working with you...

Listen to me... do you really want to lose

what means so much to you?

Please, just take a few days,
and think about the job, not me.

The job.

Okay.

I have to go.

See you around, kid.

See you around, old man.

He's the executive officer

of the Russian submarine, the Yalta.

They're transmitting from the bridge.

They have an antenna attached
to their distress buoy.

They suffered a malfunction
when the new technology failed.

There was a fire in the control
room, they couldn't contain it.

A loss of oxygen...

"42 crew members have already died."

That's two-thirds of their crew.

"The captain broke radio
silence to report it.

"We received instructions:

"Do not signal for help.

"Do not allow the Americans to board.

"If you can't restore
power, then destroy the sub

and all evidence of new
deflector technology."

Anything to keep us from
getting our hands on it.

Ask why they fired the torpedo.

"The captain panicked..."

He thought they were being attacked.

"The captain's no longer
in command of the vessel."

Nice way of saying they mutinied.

"We only have two hours of oxygen left.

"We're asking for your help.

Please help us."

"Please...

help us."

Mr. President, the Russian battle cruiser

has just reached our line of quarantine.

We tell the Russians we're going down

to get those men out, they will refuse.

And they're close enough now

to send out a missile of their own,

and destroy it themselves

before we'll get a chance to touch it.

So, no good options.

Ostrov will never admit failure,

concede that one of his crews mutinied.

Not in public.

There may be a way to resolve this.

A deal that even he can live with.

But we're gonna need to
go through back channels.

And we happen to have one.

We do.

It's an interesting offer.

President Dalton will confirm it's real.

You can call him directly.

I'm sure it's genuine,

but I wonder if there are alternatives.

The alternative is a return

to the days of the Cold War, sir.

There was a time when our two countries,

our two grandfathers,

fought on the same side.

Mine survived a siege, too: Bastogne.

The Battle of the Bulge.

At the end of the war,
he exchanged cigarettes

with Russian soldiers, on the Elbe River.

Traveling here, I thought of him.

He would've been happy.

He knew, firsthand, what our countries

could accomplish when they work
together for the common good.

I wear this in honor of mine.

St. Nicholas.

My grandfather's name-saint.

Nikolai is an old family name.

He, too, may have been
happy to see us... here...

in peace.

Perhaps this is what he
sacrificed so much for.

I will call your president.

...after an accidental, nighttime collision

between the Russian
nuclear-powered submarine

and the U.S. minesweeper Kirkland,

the disabled sub then drifted

into American territorial waters.

U.S. naval personnel boarded
it, in an attempted rescue.

Tragically, they found no survivors.

- Crew members will be buried at sea
- Those poor guys.

- and the hulk of the sub will be returned
- What a way to go.

- to its home port of Vladivostok.
- I'm just glad that things

didn't escalate with Russia.

Look who I brought.

Mr. Helsinger.

We thought you'd left.

Your tour of duty ended yesterday.

Well, I figured one
more day wouldn't matter.

Also, they told me I still
had to pick up my gift.

Oh, yes...

the secretary wanted to
give that to you personally.

If you don't mind, it'll
just be a few more minutes.

I'll wait.

Getting used to that, waiting.

Oh, yeah.

Interesting how all that
turned out, isn't it?

- Very sad story.
- Uh-huh.

But Defense is handling it;
we had nothing to do with it.

Still, it is very interesting.

And it is a story.

Kind of makes you wonder
what really happened.

These are all of them?

All 20 survivors of the Yalta.

A few hours ago.

Being given a top-secret and
strictly classified welcome

aboard the USS Teddy Roosevelt.

The Russians will be announcing

that their remains have been buried at sea,

so we'll leave it to them to
make sure the story holds up.

As you said, they are
good at refuting reality.

Ostrov accepted the deal?

Yes, sir.

They'll all get new lives

and identities, here in the United States.

The price for letting us rescue them.

Unbelievable.

In fairness, sir, we did get a chance

to board that sub

and take a good look at
the new stealth technology

before giving it back.

And at least those poor bastards

won't get sent home and shot for mutiny.

But they will never see
their families again,

not even to let them
know that they're alive.

Any contact puts their
loved ones in danger.

All so that Ostrov could save face.

Hell of a thing.

Sir, the NATO forces

are still deploying to Latvia and the...

Yalta situation didn't
spiral out of control.

We won this round.

Yeah.

The world did not blow up on our watch.

For at least another day or two.

Probably my first day on the job.

I could not believe I
was meeting the Old Man.

Whoa! Is that John Foster Dulles?

Yeah.

The architect of permanent peace in Europe.

Who stood up to Soviet aggression.

That picture was taken the
day that President Eisenhower

and Secretary Dulles signed the treaty

bringing Germany into NATO.

He always said that "The
ability to get to the verge

"without getting into the war...

- is the..."
- "...the necessary art."

Would you guys give us a minute?

Congratulations, sir.

- Thank you.
- A pleasure.

Mine.

Never even asked you where you were going.

Oh, um... Prague.

Budapest, Berlin.

You ever think you'd live to see the day?

When the Wall came down,

open borders, free elections?

Sometimes we wondered

if we'd live to see the next five minutes.

But, somehow, we understood

that, uh, if we just kept talking...

In the end, the Soviets didn't
want to push that button.

Any more than we did.

There was a, um...

a rationality to it,

crazy as it seems.

Mutually Assured Destruction.

Yeah, but your new enemies today...

they have no such qualms.

They want to push that button...

and there's no holding them back.

That's a bit grim, isn't it?

I don't know.

Makes me feel naive for being hopeful.

Oh, you'll be fine.

I've seen a lot of them come and go.

I think you're the one for the job.

Ezra...

Madam Secretary?

You and I should keep talking.

Well, for what it's worth,

Ali feels terrible about "Starrison."

I know she does. It's okay.

And I'm sorry about... "Starthur."

Let's not go crazy with the names.

I think that you did a very adult thing.

But I know it was hard, and I'm
so sorry that you're hurting.

Come here.

- Thanks.
- Sweetie.

Well, at least Dad will be overjoyed.

But he'll hide it well,

which is all you can ask for.

Mm-hmm.

This is nice, by the way.

You going to an event tonight?

I am. The McCord family dinner.

Soon as Dad gets back.

Oh...

Yeah, I don't, I don't
know if I'm up for that.

Well, get up for it.

We're celebrating.

Why?

Because we can.

Because we're here.

Dad's home!

Come on, get your coats!

We found a place with
awesome vegan options.

I did.

That's nice.

Listen, I just want you to know

that even when it's hard,

and no matter how much it hurts right now,

it is not the end of the world, okay?

Where are they?

- There they are... hey!
- Hey, you...

I missed you guys.

What do you think?

Oh, I think it's awful.

Yeah. Hi.

- Hi.
- Oh, Mom texted me.

I'm so sorry, honey.

Nice try, Dad.

I mean it, honey.

- Hey...
- Come on, let's get some food, please.

- Yes.
- Let's go, guys.

- Let's go.
- Wait, wait, let me just get my coat.

- Dad, can I wear the hat?
- No.