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[intriguing music playing]

- You're going to get yourself killed.
- It might be happening now.

He's rattling cages about a Special Forces
plot to assassinate Roman Lenkov.

She's protecting Nicol. I'm turning her
over to the police immediately.

No. If there is a shadow of a chance
someone's gonna fucking kill you,

no, you stop.

I was gonna launch an inquiry.

- Chief of defense staff. Today.
- Do it tomorrow.

[Eidra] I'm gonna keep her tonight
in a safe house. See what she has to say.

Lenkov was hired
by the British government.

Merritt Grove was one.

She won't say who else.
It's gotta be Trowbridge.

Grove got cold feet,

so his collaborators killed him
and Ronnie and almost you.

It all came together
because I called Roylin.

Think it might be possible
for the ambassador and I to have privacy?

She's running with scissors
right into my staff and me.

This shit didn't happen
when the Vayles were here.

Ronnie would still be alive.

[music fades out]

[birds twittering]

[water gently splashing]

- [man on walkie-talkie] Two, two...
- [Trowbridge] Good morning.

Three weeks ago,
destruction blazed through HMS Courageous.

Forty-one British lives lost.

A second attack struck
at the heart of our capital.

After painstaking effort,
the security and intelligence agencies

and our police have identified the force
behind the attack.

Roman Lenkov.

Russian mercenary leader.

Shadow of the Kremlin.

Last night, at my direction,

British Special Forces
took every possible step

to detain Roman Lenkov and to bring him
to justice in the United Kingdom.

- The arrest became a firefight.
- [silenced gunshot]

[Trowbridge] Today I stand here to tell
the people of Great Britain and the world

that Roman Lenkov has been killed.

[journalists clamoring on TV]

[journalist] A stunning announcement
from Number Ten.

The prime minister has attributed
the recent attacks on the UK,

at home and at sea,

not to Iran but to Russian mercenary
commander Roman Lenkov.

While...

[remote control clatters]

Roylin.

Yeah.

What?

- It doesn't matter.
- I get the sense that it does.

We knew this was gonna happen.

- Ma'am...
- We did.

- It was a possibility. It's different.
- Well...

We knew he was gonna accidentally
not make it out.

That was a hit?

Ma'am I would prefer not to...

It is her right, and your responsibility,
to keep me informed.

We knew, and Dennison
was gonna investigate.

And we told him to wait.

Roylin asked for our help
getting him to wait.

She used us.

Like hand puppets.

Like agents of a foreign power.

- Really?
- Give her to the police.

- Okay.
- You still have her?

- It's a CIA issue. You don't have to...
- Give her to the cops.

- He's right.
- Respectfully, he isn't.

The fucking prime minister
just offed our witness. Turn her in.

["Three Cheers for the Red,
White and Blue" plays]

Turn it down, please!

[music fades out]

The prime minister is a mass murderer,
and he's ordering hits like a mob boss.

Yeah.

So I'd like to spend some time with his...
fixer or accomplice, whatever she is.

I'm not gonna fork her over
to a law enforcement apparatus

that may have aided and abetted the crime.

- We aided and abetted the crime.
- Yes, copy.

Meg Roylin admitted to knowledge
of British complicity

in an attack on their own warship

and a bombing that killed
an American Foreign Service officer.

We have a responsibility
to report her to the authorities.

We don't.

You have diplomatic immunity.
She does. I do.

I'm not talking about legally.
This country has the right to know.

I'm gonna tell the director of the CIA.

If it needs to go up the chain,
she'll say so.

My guess is, she'd rather have us
learn more before we say more.

- ["Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing]
- [knocking]

- Can we do something about that?
- Yeah, sorry. Guys, too loud!

- Thanks.
- [music cuts off]

Dennison would like to see you.

Shit.

[sighs]

- He's gonna send me home.
- No, he's not.

- I stopped him.
- We both did.

I'm the one he's gonna send home.

Thanks, both of you.

I need a minute.

Last one in the room?

- What?
- Nothing.

She thinks you take advice
from whoever's last.

It's something people do.
It's not unique to you.

Really?

[door closes]

Is he gonna be a problem?

No.

[sighs]

I'm really sorry.

This is on me.

It's on both of us.

Hey!

Stuart.

Don't come to us.
We'll come to you. He's walking wounded.

- Hello.
- Brad Chapman, Stuart Hayford. Kate's DCM.

- Pleasure to meet you. Thank you.
- Grateful for your service.

Brad's the one who's helping out
with the party.

Oh! Well, grateful for your service.

- Give me a second.
- Of course.

- Katie!
- She's in a meeting.

Knock, knock.

- You see the Trowbridge speech?
- Yeah.

- What the fuck?
- It's a wow.

Come say hi to Brad.

Call me.

Who's Brad?

Brad Chapman. Donor.

Paying for the party.

- Hey there!
- Ambassador.

I don't know if I should bow or what.

- Let's start with this.
- I'm giving Brad a tour.

Want to tag along?

Oh, I wish I could.
Gotta run to the Foreign Office.

Oh, you should bring Brad.

It's a gorgeous building.

Not a great day for it.
Security's gonna be tighter than usual.

- Because they killed a Russian capo?
- Accidentally.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

- You think Russia's gonna retaliate?
- Great question.

Unfortunately, she's got to dash.

Want some pictures? You and Kate
by the big seal on the way out?

- Could we?
- Sure.

Great.

[Hal] You know,
Brad's buying a piece of Wales?

- [Brad] It's not a big piece.
- [Hal] It's not small.

- Where's Alysse?
- Stacy's office.

The ambassador's gotta be out
in three minutes.

Yep.

[tense music playing]

- Good morning.
- [door closes]

[music fades out]

Where's my telephone?

I don't know.

Of course you do. He's taken it.

- You took her phone?
- I didn't.

Must we go through this exercise?

There's no television or telephone,

and he refuses
to let me near his computer.

[door closes]

Lenkov's dead.

We looked at your text messages.

You came into our embassy

and convinced the foreign secretary
to wait a day

before launching
an internal investigation. And...

Actually, I did that.

And the ambassador did that for you.

And then you sent some text messages
that don't make any sense at all

but probably amount to a coded order.

You've been gracious hosts.
I'd like to leave now.

I don't think you want to.
People are getting assassinated.

- Are you detaining me?
- I'm keeping you safe.

No, thank you.

Did you tell someone to kill Lenkov?

Absolutely not.

[intriguing music playing]

Ambassador, they should
just about be done.

- How is he? The foreign secretary.
- [music fades out]

It's been a tense morning, certainly.
Tangling with Russia is a...

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Thank you for the invitation.
To the Independence Day celebration.

Of course. Are you coming?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it. Last year,
the frankfurters came on blue buns.

All the food was uh... red, white, and blue.

Ah.

- [Austin] I think we absolutely want to...
- Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.

We've just finished.

[all chattering indistinctly]

Whenever you're ready, I'm here.

Thank you, Jonathan.

- I... am so sorry.
- Unnecessary.

Roylin played us,
and I told you to back off.

I had a biting reprimand prepared for you.

But it turns out I don't need it.

Nicol's done.

No way.

Every one of them
has written a letter of no confidence.

We need 54 to trigger a vote.
We'll have that by lunchtime.

If the prime minister doesn't step down,
we'll force him out.

Oh my God.

He ordered an execution.

No one believes
Lenkov's death was an accident.

Holy shit.

Are you...

Are you gonna be PM?

No.

Hey, who knows? Maybe.

- You are.
- No.

It's been floated,
but that means almost nothing.

- Who floated it?
- Them.

All of them?

Congratulations. [laughing]

Let's not praise the day
before the evening.

What do you need? How can we help?

Hm.

Your, uh... your big event
is tomorrow night, isn't it?

- Fourth of July? Yeah.
- Mm.

If Nicol hasn't stepped down on his own,
we'd like to let him know it's time.

At my party?

We'll wander off
to a quiet edge of the garden.

It's not his home turf,
so he's less likely to make a fuss.

Sure.

There's a greenhouse
behind the tennis court,

if you want some privacy.

Thank you.

I guess it's Independence Day for you too.

I... I suppose it is, yeah. [chuckles]

- Are you gonna out him for all of it?
- What, for murdering 41 sailors?

[Kate] Yeah.

And the car bombing.

[Austin] We will start
with the assassination,

and the rest will follow.

You're right.

Patience.

You're smiling. You should...

- Yeah. I'll tone it down.
- Wise.

You're doing it too.

Am I?

That's terrible.

[Neil] Most guests will go from security
straight to the backyard.

Dignitaries will be escorted directly
to the VIP room.

We're hoping to keep the ambassador
in there so everyone gets a face-to-face.

- If she goes outside, we're fucked.
- That's the consensus.

Where's Alysse?

She's with Stacy,
going over the guest list.

What's the head count?

2,600-ish.

Can I get you for a sec?

Sure. Yours or mine?

Yours.

2,608 and counting.

Are we keeping him?

Stacy thinks we should.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Does Alysse like him?

Alysse is working out of Stacy's office
all the time.

Because of the party?

Because she has a hard time sitting
at her desk and looking at Ronnie's desk.

Trowbridge is done.

His party's turning on him.

Assassination's a red line around here.

He's out?

Tomorrow.

Can I...

Uh, yeah. You absolutely can.

[both laughing]

[Stuart] Halle-fucking-lujah!

Yeah.

Oh my God. It's all gonna come out.

Yeah. I mean, eventually.
Right now, it's just about Lenkov.

Well, Lenkov's a butcher.

You kill that guy, you're not a pariah.
You're an avenger.

He should go down for killing 40
of his own soldiers and an American FSO.

We'll get there.

One step at a time.

Dennison may pull the trigger
at our party tomorrow.

At Winfield?

Out in the greenhouse or something remote.

And he told you?

He asked because he's so fucking polite.
[chuckles]

Well the answer should be no.

- We don't get involved in local politics.
- We're not.

We're hosting a coup d'état.

They're not gonna brain him
with a flowerpot.

It's a formal, peaceful
transition of government.

They should do it
in a formal government building.

I ask Dennison for stuff all the time.
He never asks me.

When we can say yes, we say yes.

That's not a reason.

[sighs]

I asked him to hold off
investigating rumors about a Lenkov hit.

And then there was a Lenkov hit.

I owe him.

Let Billie know this is coming.

I don't want the president
to be blindsided.

I'd like to let her know
about the houseguest.

Since we're not blindsiding people.

Meg Roylin is not our houseguest.

She's not in the building.
It's a CIA thing now.

Okay.

Eidra talked to the director.
It's her operation. It's her issue.

I don't know. My deputy's dead.

Makes it feel like my issue.

- [people chattering indistinctly]
- [intriguing music playing]

Ma'am.

[music ends]

Ah. Ambassador.

- Started without you.
- Is this dinner?

- It's a bake-off.
- For the party.

Had a feeling.

They're all apple.

With subtle differences.
Frances asked me to weigh in.

You as well, Ambassador.
You will have the deciding vote.

If you have time. Though you may not.

I'm leaning toward number five.

- You have an opinion?
- I don't.

You sure?

The lattice top is iconic.

- Number three.
- Yes.

- Perfect.
- Who's the winner?

- Braeburns from the State of Idaho.
- Love it.

They'll be flown in tonight
and baked in the morning.

Oh. Can't we source them locally?

The whole point is to honor... Idaho.

Just our sponsor asked me
to keep sustainability at front of mind.

Yeah. Brad's gonna lose his shit
over the carbon footprint.

Idaho may lose something of their own

if we tell them they've won the contest
but have no need for their fruit.

Perhaps I should refer it
to the committee.

Do you think?

Maybe leave the pies.

And do we have a bottle of champagne
in the fridge?

Always.

- Could we?
- Is it a special occasion?

Anniversary of our first date.

- That is so beautiful.
- [Frances chuckling]

Come.

When the fuck was our first date?

No idea.

Trowbridge... is finished.

No shit.

In the US he'd be a hero.

Yeah, two countries
divided by a common language.

- Look at you.
- I have a list of pithy sayings.

- I'm trying to throw them around.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

What?

Ronnie made it.

Fuck.

Dennison's probably gonna be PM.

- Whoa. That's... worth drinking to.
- Right?

He might be the best person,

like... truly decent man,
I've ever known in politics.

It's...

I can't believe the good guy
doesn't finish last.

Oh yeah.

Have you called the home secretary?

- No.
- Hmm?

You should.

Give him a hint about your productive
working relationship with Dennison.

Give him a leg up.

- Absolutely not.
- Why?

Well, gosh...

Where to begin?

Because we don't interfere
with domestic matters?

Because our history
with regime change is uneven?

This isn't Kabul.

Exactly.

I don't need to get involved
just to get closer to the heat source.

Dennison has it under control.

Thank God.

The "one good man."

Really?

What?

Nothing.

You should have taken Brad
to the Foreign Office.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Have you any idea how much money
he's ponying up for this shindig?

- I don't wanna know.
- $300,000.

- For the 4th of July?
- That's how much it costs.

What are we feeding them?

- Lobster rolls.
- Why?

Brad is from Maine.

He's gonna be the first big donor
to your campaign.

Do me a favor and eat the fucking lobster.

What campaign?

Let's not do this.

Vice president?

"Vice president?"

I'm not running.

The one thing everybody agrees on...
This doesn't campaign.

You slip in the back door this term...

Are we whoring ourselves out
so I can win a re-elect for a job

no one wants me for in the first place?

Building a war chest takes years.

We should not be throwing a party
that costs $300,000.

- It's obscene.
- You're right.

If you were married to a good man,

he'd serve popcorn
and tell everyone to get the fuck out.

You better make sure
there are no pictures on the website

of a career ambassador
serving 4,000 lobster rolls.

The taxpayers will think they paid for it.

- Brad paid for it.
- Great.

We can stick a flag in each one
that says, "Brad paid for it."

We'll stick a flag in that says
"SunFide paid for it."

It'll be on all the banners.

Don't even.

The committee came to me
because they sure as fuck

weren't gonna ask you
to drum up a corporate sponsor.

There's a walkthrough tomorrow.

They're scared to tell you
because they think you won't show up.

[door opens]

Would you like to do the honors?

Why don't you?

[cork pops]

[champagne pouring]

- Ambassador.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

[inhales sharply]

"A bell is no bell until you ring."

"A song is no song until you sing."

"Love in your heart
was not put there to stay,

because love is not love

till you give it away."

[somber piano music playing]

Thank you.

[door creaks open, closes]

[elegant orchestral music playing]

[staff chattering indistinctly]

Hey, you're doing great on those.

Getting there.

My cousin said you have to push down on
the handles or you mess up your armpits.

That's what I hear.

- You gonna be okay at the party?
- On the grass, these won't sink.

They're wide at the bottom.

I was thinking about what happens
by the end.

I'm hosting 2,800 people
for a four-hour event.

I'm worried about a lot of things.
Crutches don't make the list.

The fireworks sound like explosions.

You may want to have a plan.

Have you talked to the PM's detail?

Yeah.

Is he gonna bail?

I thought he might,
but he's keeping his schedule.

Had a bunch of public appearances today.

- Is he getting booed?
- You know, I asked.

There hasn't been as much blowback
as I expected.

A lot of MPs are huffing and puffing.
The public hasn't made a fuss.

People don't actually think
it was an accident?

I don't know. It's weird.

But I asked if they needed more bodies
on him, and apparently it's been okay.

Somebody wants a pull-aside with him
at the party.

Okay.

In the greenhouse.

- I'll put a team there.
- I don't want it to be a thing.

I'm just telling you.

If you want it empty,
I need to put a team out there.

Why?

- It's a place people go to have sex.
- At the party?

You're getting 3,000 people drunk.
What did you think was gonna happen?

So, what do I say about the pull-aside?

Tell them to look around.

If people are fucking under that table,
where they keep the tomato plants,

- they should go someplace else.
- Okay.

Or let me put a team out there.

Fine.

[sighs]

How is our guest?

Fine.

And?

- Come on.
- Plausible deniability is your friend.

- Why do I need it?
- If I tell you, you don't have it.

What did she say about the assassination?

She said, "I did it.
It's all my fault. I'm so bad."

Eidra.

She said, "I want to leave."

Actually?

Yeah.

So, is she gone?

No.

Why?

You can't keep her. You can't,
like, detain her against her will.

Absolutely not.

Eidra.

No...

Eidra!

Hi.

Do you need her?

No.

Did you get a chance
to look over the speech?

Not yet.

You got a copy?

Yes.

Just in case.

Thank you.

I talked to Billie.

She's pretty psyched to hear
Trowbridge is on his way out.

Yeah. Long time coming.

Didn't love the idea
it was happening here, though.

How did that come up?

I mentioned it.
It would have been irresponsible not to.

What does, "She didn't love it," mean?

It means, call the foreign secretary.
Tell him to do it someplace else.

- The White House is forbidding it?
- The White House would rather not.

- They would prefer.
- I want to know if she's saying no.

Or just disapproving.
Run it by her, please.

Ma'am.

Getting Billie on the phone
is near impossible.

I talked to her an hour ago.

I can call her myself if that's easier.

It's important, right?

Yeah.

I want a clear answer.

I will call her again.

Stuart Hayford.

- How long do I have?
- Three minutes.

You okay?

[Stuart] You can't ask me that
every time I call you.

What's up?

The ambassador would like to know
if you are prohibiting her

from hosting a palace coup
in a State Department-owned residence

or merely just disapproving.

[Billie] What's the issue?

She says it's 'cause Dennison never asks
for anything and he's asking for this,

so she wants it to be a yes.

Okay.

[Stuart] I think
it's because she hates Trowbridge,

and she likes
that it's gonna happen in her house.

She and Dennison can dance while the band
plays, "Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead."

[chuckles] All right. Maybe you can wave
your crutches in the air while they dance.

You're okay with this?

Not my favorite,
but it's not a hill I need to die on.

- Are you worried about it?
- Yeah.

- Run it by Ganon. See if he flips out.
- I don't want to take it to Ganon.

Then it looks like I'm going out of my way
to shut her down.

Aren't you?

She's asking if you are a hard no.

[Billie] Well, I'm not. Give her a win.

Is that it?

I mean, yeah. I guess.

In 90 seconds
a helicopter's landing on my lawn.

Yeah. That's it. Go.

Are you getting any sleep?

Enough.

- Are you hooked on the pain pills?
- No. Jesus.

You sound like mopey Stewie.

I can't blow it off
when you're in the prime PTSD window.

If something's going on, I want to know.

She's not your girl.

What does that mean?

She is not a vice president.

Because she doesn't want it
or she can't do it?

[Stuart] Both. Probably.
She's undisciplined and unfocused.

She can't take her eyes off the
foreign secretary to get through a day.

Is something going on there?

If she's involved
with the foreign secretary...

No. She's not.

Why did you bring it up, on a list of why
you don't think she can be vice president?

She's frothing at the mouth to have
the Ides of March play out at her picnic.

- She spends a lot of time with the guy.
- That's her job.

- I know, but...
- Are you worried we have a problem?

- With her as an ambassador?
- For starters, yeah.

No.

If something's going on,
you gotta tell me.

There isn't.

This is just...

[helicopter approaching]

Stewie, what the fuck are you doing?

You asked me a question,
I gave you an answer.

[sighs]

[phone disconnects]

[intriguing music playing]

All of this must be cleared right away.

- [engine starting]
- We have guests arriving in moments.

If you are not one of the gentlemen
parking guest vehicles,

you cannot be anywhere
in my line of sight.

I can see very far and everywhere I look,
I see service vehicles.

Pensy will count handshakes.
Every 250, you soak.

- How long do I have to keep it in there?
- Longer.

But now it hurts.

It's for the best.

- [ice cubes jingling]
- Okay.

I'll also handle toweling. Just take...

I think I got it.

[Stuart] Great.

So, gates open at 7.
You'll be on the receiving line till 9.

- Speech right before the fireworks.
- [Neil] 9:45 p.m.

I'll be running point before then.
Alysse is after.

Um...

And you're up on everything?

Yeah.

She just hasn't been around.

This is all she's been doing.

I'll be here as well.

There's a lot of staff.

Can't you run point the whole night?

I need to step out.

You've been planning this a year.
You double-booked?

The fireworks will sound like bombs.
I'm choosing to be elsewhere.

[sighs]

Thanks, everybody.

Stuart, I am so sorry.

I wasn't thinking.

Yeah. That happens.

Ambassador, I'm so sorry to ask,

but could you pass along my gratitude
to the prime minister?

For...?

Dispensing with that horrible man.

Lenkov?

It feels like
just a small scrap of justice for Ronnie,

and all those poor sailors
and, of course, Mr. Wyler.

Of course.

- Looks great.
- You're not even looking.

I don't have to.
You look great in everything.

Fireworks start at 9:45.

I talked to Frances.

The safe room is soundproof.
If you want to skip all that.

- What, you think I'll spook?
- It happens.

Katie...

I'm just saying, you don't have to stand
in front of explosions

and pretend it's fun.

I'm saying I'll be fine.

Stuart's leaving.

Stuart hasn't been through this before.
I have.

Dennison and his posse are going to be
in the greenhouse at some point,

doing the deed.

Well, that's fireworks-worthy.

Yeah.

Who's in the death squad?

Uh, minister of defense.

Chancellor. Chief whip.

- Kline?
- Is that the whip?

Yeah.

Okay.

I don't think he's in the posse.

- [Kate] Why not?
- 'Cause he canceled.

You working the phones
on the RSVP line, now?

I'm looking at a guest list.

You're supposed to study it.

I took a flyer
and figured you wouldn't, so I did.

Uh, Kline comma Steven,

Chief whip, Conservative Party,
accepted, then 9:00 a.m. today, regretted.

Not a great sign for the one good man.

Why?

Oh, last-minute dropout.

Could be cold feet.

He's got like 60 people ready to walk.

He can manage without Kline comma Steven.

There's a cartoon all over social

of Trowbridge as St. George
slaying the dragon.

- Lenkov is the dragon?
- Hashtag don't cancel courage.

[dragon screeching]

You should tell Dennison about the whip.

He may not know.

Might be awkward.

I'm not a part of it.

Or just the opposite.
You're the only one he can trust, right?

Stuart wants me inside all night.
In the VIP area.

That sounds about right.

You never did that.

- You always worked the whole party.
- And you gave me shit about it.

Can we stop this?

- What are we stopping?
- Everything I say, you say the opposite.

Just saying what I think.

Okay.

[sighs deeply]

["Party in the U.S.A."
[by Miley Cyrus playing]

[guests chattering indistinctly]

♪ I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah ♪

I'm coming right back.

♪ They're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay ♪

- Pensy.
- Oh, hello.

Anu Kapoor from the Foreign Office.

Yes, it's good to see you.

It's always very good to see you.

- [man] Carl Meeser.
- Why not?

- His knees are shot and his wife's dead.
- No, stop.

[Hal] Eight billion dollars
looking for a hobby.

[Brad chuckles] He'd never go for it.

[Kate] Go out like this? In Baghdad?

No. Absolutely not. It's too hot in July.

We actually threw this party in February
in a room that did not look like this.

- [Eidra] Are you expecting retaliation?
- Who knows with the Russians?

They could shoot a British passenger jet,
or they could pretend

they'd never heard of Roman Lenkov.

I think this goes in the
"no news is good news" category.

We love British apples, but this is a
real honor for the State of Idaho.

Bramleys from Nottinghamshire?

Nope. Haven't tried them.

Tart, firm, perfect for a pie.

I will track them down.

- Knobby russets?
- Nope.

He's a Labour MP from Brighton.

He said he did a speech this morning,

reamed the prime minister
over the assassination.

His wife calls.
His constituents are egging his house.

- Labour voters?
- Labour.

And of course they are.
It's like killing Bin Laden.

You can't wag your finger at the guy
who took him down.

You look like an asshole.

In the US. It's different here.

This guy's trying to get a candid.
Should we give him a break?

- Sure.
- Okay.

I understand that,
but Warren is concerned. As am I.

If the numbers aren't with us,
this is suicide.

We are giving him a warning.

He may well fold on his own.

He may.

Let me know if he does.

I'm sorry, Austin.

- Welcome. Have you tried the lobster?
- No.

That didn't look great.

He's out.

He thinks it's too disruptive.

The whip isn't coming. Did he tell you?

Mr. Foreign Secretary
have you met Mr. Chapman?

- Hey, there.
- A pleasure.

[Neil] Prime Minister.

The ambassador is on her way out
to welcome you.

Bit tardy, isn't she?

- We have an underpinning situation.
- I'm sorry?

An underpinning appears to have escaped.

I have no idea what you're saying.

Bra strap. On the left.

Shit.

Ah. There she is.

- Welcome.
- "Hell is empty. The devils are all here."

We had quite a turnout.
Thank you for coming.

I know you have a lot going on.

- It's ideal. I have much to celebrate.
- Oh yeah?

I've been invited to a shindig even better
than this one, if you can imagine.

Great.

Indeed.

Scotland.

The First Minister just invited me
to some... something or other.

I fell asleep while she was describing it.
She's not been my biggest fan.

So I take this right to heart.

It's been a bit rugged.

All of Whitehall accusing me
of executing Roman Lenkov.

Perhaps it's turning around.

Well... glad to hear it.

- Would you like to come along?
- To Scotland?

Stunning. If you squint past the seasonal
depression and year-long alcohol abuse.

What say you?

This is where you say yes.

- Sure.
- Splendid.

Ah, Hal Wyler.
I'm taking your wife to Scotland.

You better come along
and make sure I behave.

- [Hal] Edinburgh?
- Inveraray. Home of the Dukes of Argyll.

- Sir, hang on a second.
- Mm.

I was trapped.
I will find a way to get out of it.

The Scottish First Minister
is currying favor with Nicol Trowbridge.

It's crazy.

My co-conspirators are all fleeing.

And Nicol is taking a victory tour.

And you are his opening act.
You and Hal, the wounded survivor.

- He's using you.
- Should we go somewhere quieter?

- Why?
- To talk quieter.

Why don't you give it a few days?

Wait till there's more evidence.
All your supporters will come back.

No, they won't.

And they don't have to.
Because I'll do it alone.

That's not a good idea.

When I tell the rest of the world

that Nicol ordered a strike
on his own aircraft carrier,

the press will dig in,
and they'll find the evidence.

It'll end your career.

- Worth it.
- No, actually it isn't.

It's the only power I've ever had.

There's no controlling him.

There's choosing a moment
to set yourself on fire

and hope that it makes an impression.

[door closes]

[dance music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

Dennison's quitting.

- So he can blow the whole thing open.
- What the fuck?

Killing Lenkov
has made Trowbridge a folk hero.

- Even Scotland's kissing his ass.
- Oh, that's why we're going?

He orders a hit on our one witness.

He's the new messiah.

So what are we, his entourage?

His props. Fucking groupies.

Hey, no. Kate, you can't...

You have a public profile
we need to think about.

What? You want to tell him
we're not going?

Tell him I'm the future vice president
and he's a bad look on me.

He's a very bad look on you.

- Frances says Hal's doing the speech.
- Wait, what?

I'm just introducing you.
If you freeze, I'm here.

- I'm fine.
- Spouse does a welcome all the time.

I said I'm fine.

[dance music continues in distance]

- Where is it?
- What?

The speech.

Oh.

Thanks.

- [crowd cheering]
- [cameras clicking]

Hello, everyone. Welcome.

[cheering continues]

Welcome to our new pad.

I think I could get used to this.

We love you!

Okay, quiet down, everyone. Quiet down.

Miles, Erica, I see you. Quiet down.

[crowd laughing]

Thank you, everyone, for coming.

I'd like to say a big thank you
to Brad Chapman and SunFide,

for feeding us like kings.

Listen, I... I know I'm not the attraction.

I think we've all been aware
for some time.

[crowd] Aw.

But I am simply proud as can be

to be appearing as official consort
to Ambassador Katherine Wyler.

[crowd cheering]

- You good?
- They wrote me a really stupid speech.

Happy Fourth of July!

[all cheering wildly]

- What a night. [chuckles nervously]
- [crowd goes silent]

Uh...

Democracy at its finest.

[scattered whoops]

Two great nations
celebrating a partnership forged in fire.

The separation was not easy 250 years ago.

Hal and I are grateful and, frankly,
a little surprised you invited us back.

[crowd laughing]

[chuckles]

The first guy to have my job
was John Adams.

He said this day was to be commemorated

by solemn acts of devotion
to God Almighty.

I think we have some work to do.

[crowd laughing]

Walking the grounds tonight,

I'm not sure everything I've seen
is an act of devotion to Almighty God.

They are acts of devotion to something.
I'm not sure what.

[all laughing]

[Trowbridge wolf whistling]

- That's my girl.
- [crowd catcalling]

Brian, can you call Lucas?

Mr. Hayford's car, please.
Shouldn't be more than a moment.

Wait, I'm sorry. Is his car coming first?
I've been waiting 15 minutes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.
I've seen four people come get their cars.

I'm sure they're more important,

but I would love
to get out of everybody's way.

Brian, you can get her car first.

It's on its way, ma'am.

You say that,
then somebody else's car comes.

Mr. Hayford?

Unbelievable.

I work here. I get priority parking.

Apparently.

Is the car coming?

We seem to have mislaid the keys.

- Really?
- I'm sure it won't be more than a moment.

It's coming, but I'm gonna wait
till it gets here.

You don't have to do that.

Oh, I kind of do. I'm their boss.

If they lose your car,
I have to buy you a new one.

You really don't.

Yeah, I probably won't,
but I can wait five minutes.

Make sure it gets here.

Do you work with a guy named Henry?

- Henry who?
- Um, Henry Brody.

- You work at the embassy?
- I do.

So does Henry Brody, allegedly.

There's 800 people who work there.

- He's totally lying.
- Why?

Because he couldn't answer the question,
"What's your job like?"

- Shady.
- Could be totally legit.

People do stuff that's hard to talk about.

Or he's an insurance salesman with a wife

who's looking
to pick up some tail overseas.

[fireworks exploding]

Brian, where is her car?

I'm working on it.

- They lost your keys.
- What?

Get in my car. We'll drop you off.

- You can come back in the morning.
- No, thank you.

It's not shady. I run the joint.

- [exploding]
- [sternly] Get in the car.

I don't get in cars with strange men
who yell, "Get in the car."

- I'm not yelling.
- You sure?

I really gotta go.

I will just get in a fucking Uber.

- [exploding]
- [gasps]

I'm afraid of fireworks.

That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Can you do me a solid?

Okay. I'm getting in the car.

["Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO playing]

♪ Party rock is in the house tonight ♪

♪ Everybody just have a good time ♪

♪ And we gonna make you lose your mind ♪

♪ We just wanna see you ♪

♪ Shake that! ♪

[Hal breathing deeply]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[gasping]

- We can go inside.
- No.

[shuddering breaths]

Can you feel my ribs?

Yeah.

You're gonna breathe with me, slowly.

In.

[inhaling sharply]

- Out.
- [exhaling deeply]

Don't look at that. Look at me.

[shuddering breaths]

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Okay. I'm okay.

- You're okay.
- I'm okay.

You're okay.

[loud bang]

[somber music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades out]