Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Catch and Release - full transcript

MAN:
My name is Luke Miller.

I claimed to be

a volunteer EMT,
but was exposed as a spy

sent by
the United States government

to undermine the Islamic State.

President Dalton...

your air strikes bring pain
upon your people

and death to your troops.

Now I must pay
for your policies,

which only plunge America
into endless fire.

Just as you execute
our warriors,



we will exterminate all
so-called American aid workers

within our borders.

They are heathens

and puppets
of American intelligence

and will be killed like dogs.

He goes
by Abu Nahar.

But based on his accent
and his word choice,

it appears he's the first
American in ISIS leadership.

Do we have any idea
who the hell he is?

Our prelim analysis suggests
that he's in his 20s,

a naturalized citizen,
and a fluent, if not native,

Arabic speaker.

ELIZABETH:
An American convert...

native in English and fluent
in Egyptian Arabic--



that's got to be memorable.

Has CIA contacted local sources
on ISIS borders?

Our field agents
are reaching out.

JACKSON:
The Times has dubbed

this guy "Jihadi Judd,"
and the name's sticking.

MAN: This video has
had two million views

since it's been uploaded
an hour ago.

By tomorrow, 50 million will
have watched an American recruit

murder his countryman.

Anyone on the fence
about joining

the Caliphate just got
a big push toward it.

JACKSON:
We're rushing to shut down

availability
of the video here.

My team's handling
international traffic.

In the meantime, sir,

I advise evacuating all
federally employed aid workers

in and near ISIS territory.

Do it.

(bell dings)
(sighs)

Good morning,
Madam Secretary.

I wish I could agree.

I have the number
for Luke Miller's parents

when you're ready
for condolences, ma'am.

I have a P.A. working
every international search

and social media platform,
burying that video so deep

even Criterion Collection
won't find it.

Good. Nadine, coordinate
with the Baghdad Embassy

and USAID to enforce
the mandatory evacuations.

And line up assistance
for NGO workers

heeding our exit recommendation.
Yes, ma'am.

So it's still a voluntary
evacuation for NGO's?

Yes, but by the time
you get finished with it,

it won't sound like one.

Also, draft a message
to all state employees

posted in the Middle East
in the past five years.

If anyone recalls
an American citizen

fluent in Egyptian Arabic
who'd be in his 20s now,

bring them to me.

I'll have it out
by the hour.

Thank you.

Blake?
Yes?

(sighs):
I, uh...

I'm ready for that call.

Yes, ma'am.

(soft exhale)

(phone ringing)

(sniffs)

Hello. Mr. and Mrs. Miller?

Here's a list of the NGOs
operating around ISIS territory.

Follow up personally with
the evacuation recommendation.

Quickly.

Of course.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I...

I have to talk
to Tyler Hogan?

This would be

Tyler "the Hammer" Hogan?

He's very nice if you
get him in a good mood.

How do I do that?
Gift basket?

Or should I just throw him
down the Exorcist steps?

He played tennis
at Princeton.

Start there.

Also, he's an amateur
geologist.

So the way
to his heart

is through tennis and rocks?

(sighs)

You might also remind him

that American lives
are at stake.

(airplane flies by overhead)

(baby crying)

(grunting, shouting)

Go ahead and sew him up.

3-0 polysorb.

(alarm beeping)

The lung collapsed.
Air's filling his chest.

It's compressing the heart.

Chest tube.

Stat.
We're out.

The shipment didn't come
this week.

Give me your pen.

Now.

And some iodine.

(doctor grunts)

(air hissing)

(exhales)

Okay. Now you can sew him up.

MARINE:
Is Dr. Adams in there?

William Adams?

We need you at
the rendezvous point now.

The evac convoy was supposed
to leave 30 minutes ago.

WILL:
Ah. No thanks, fellas.

I've got patients.

MARINE 2:
Sir, we have specific orders...

You're removing
half the doctors from this camp.

I'm staying.

What...? Oh, come on.

You gotta be kidding me.

Put the pen
to a vacuum

for 24 hours,
then pull it out, okay?

Let go of me!

(knocking at door)

Yeah?

Dr. McCord.

Can I talk to you?

Come in.

You know, these aren't
my regular office hours,

so from now on, if you
could act like everyone

who just wants to come and talk
about a paper, that'd be helpful.

I'm sorry.

The Ministry of Defense

is recalling Ivan to Moscow.

Did you know about this?

I heard.

Is he a victim
of the purge

Maria Ostrov just announced?

Sounds like you're worried
that he is.

Her first act as our
newly-elected president

and she's ridding the military

of what she is calling

"foreign agents disseminating
Western propaganda."

Tell me what you think
that means.

Homosexuals.

Sit.

Ivan is a good friend.

He lives for the army,
for his country.

But recently,
there are rumors...

Are they just rumors?

Ivan would never admit this
directly, of course.

He hides it well, but...

he has maybe let his guard down
a little in the U.S.

(sighs)

And you're afraid
he'll be thrown in prison

because of
his sexual orientation.

Jailers don't punish men
like Ivan.

They let the other inmates
take care of that.

Can his parents help?

You said
they're political royalty.

His father would
rather see his son dead

than exposed as gay.

You must protect him.

I'm very sorry, Dmitri,

but Ivan's just
a student here.

Oh, he doesn't have a deal
with the devil like I do.

I think maybe you're
misidentifying the devil.

I know this is a shameful aspect
of my country.

And this is how

you persuaded me
to work for you,

to change things like this.

But what-what good is this job

if I can't help save my friend?

There's a bigger picture.
You have a home.

A wife, children.

I am here. Alone.

Who can I talk to?

Talk to me.

You had me
interrogated

by Americans posing as FSB.

Half the time, I don't know

if you're helping me
or trying to kill me.

You need to calm down.

We have been through this.

You know that
I'm your ally here.

Then, please,

help Ivan.

I can't lose
the closest friend

I have in this country.

Let me see what I can do.

We are not going
to do anything.

Ivan's persona non grata
at the Kremlin.

It's a good thing you moved us
off of recruiting him.

Without Ivan's
friendship,

I am very worried about Dmitri's
psychological well-being.

Funny. It's the thought
of Maria Ostrov's finger

over the red button
that keeps me up at night.

Right, exactly.

That's why we should use
every resource we have

to make sure that
doesn't happen.

Turn around this
whole situation

in Eastern Europe.

Tell me you agree with me
on that, please.

Okay, you are getting way
out of your depth, here.

You gotta back off.
Look, if-if Dmitri snaps,

we lose an asset

who is poised to rise

through the ranks of
the Russian military.

Okay, all the more reason
not to compromise him

just to try to save
a random junior officer.

Look, I know we have other
agents in the Russian army.

There's got to be
a lever we can pull

to keep Ivan at the War College.
Henry!

I am not risking
any DIA assets on this.

End of discussion.

Then take it out of DIA's hands.

We get Ivan asylum in the U.S.

Oh, great. We bring State
into DIA business.

It works.

To Ivan,
I'm a concerned professor

with the resources to help.

Wow. Backing off really
is not your gift, is it?

You asked me to handle Dmitri.

Let me do my job.

DIA's prints are nowhere.

You just play

the sympathetic professor card.

That is it.

NADINE:
His name is Adam Fanning.

He's the son of
Judith Fanning,

a State Department employee
in the Near East Bureau.

Are you sure?

She was stationed in
Cairo for six years.

Adam grew up there.

And learned Arabic

at the American
International School.

DAISY:
That's right.

He returned here
for high school.

His father died
in a car accident.

A few months later,
Adam converted to Islam.

He went back to Egypt
for college

and dropped out two years
later to join ISIS.

I'm guessing his mother
didn't give us any of this.

No, but she certainly
got the memo.

Is she in today?

No, she works
part-time.

Bring her in.
Quietly.

If she's colluding
with her son,

we can't risk spooking her.

Yes, ma'am.

(door closes)

Ms. Fanning.
Yes?

Nadine Tolliver, Secretary
McCord's chief of staff.

I-I think we've met before.
Yes, of course.

Yes, that's right.

Thank you, guys.

Can you tell me
what's going on?

I mean, I was told that I was
covering for a sick co-worker.

Um, the secretary
will fill you in.

The secretary?

Egyptian embassy party
a few years back.

That is definitely,
definitely where we met.

Ah. Yes.

This way.

(door opens) NADINE:
Madam Secretary,

this is Judith Fanning.

Madam Secretary.

Ms. Fanning.

By now, you've realized

I haven't called you in
to do work.

Is something wrong?

I'm going to cut to the chase.

Have you seen
the ISIS beheading video

that was released earlier today?

No.

No, I haven't looked
at my computer.

Not on the news?

Mm-mm.

I'm sorry, is this about
my Syrian arms brief?

I'm gonna need you
to watch this video.

Okay.

President Dalton,

your air strikes bring pain
upon your people

and death to your troops.

(man speaking Arabic)

Just as you execute
our warriors,

we will exterminate all
so-called American aid workers

within our borders.

They are heathens

and puppets
of American intelligence

and will be killed like dogs.

You recognize
that man's voice?

(gasps)

ELIZABETH: He returned
to Egypt for college

as the Arab Spring began.

He became radicalized
after falling in

with the Muslim Brotherhood.

Does the mother have
any idea where he might be?

No, they lost touch
a year ago.

The FBI is interrogating
her right now.

All of our intelligence agencies
are into it.

Should we be talking about
putting his name out there?

Or releasing a photo?

I'd advise against it.

There's a tactical advantage
to holding our cards.

The safer he feels,

the more likely
he is to screw up.

And if we I.D. him, we reveal
his affiliation with State.

Which is an even
bigger coup for ISIS.

The first American-born

ISIS leader with direct ties
to the State Department?

It's hard
to bounce back from that.

That is not
my primary concern.

Well, nor mine, but
it's in the equation.

I don't give a crap about
the political equation, Russell!

I want him to
stop cutting off

innocent American heads
and broadcasting it

all over the world!

I want this son of a
bitch either captured

or killed and I don't
give a damn which!

Thank you, guys.

Madam Secretary, I'd like
to lodge a formal complaint!

Don't move!
I bring regards

from the Syrian
refugees...

Show me your hands!

(chuckles)
Nice, very... very nice,

Madam Secretary;
a real woman of the people.

Honestly, you couldn't have
cleaned up a little bit.

AGENT: Madam,
do you know this man?

He's my brother.

Sorry, ma'am.

We thought he was--
A crazy person?

Yeah, I know,
he is.

But he's harmless.

Thank you,
I got it from here.

Good night.

Don't keep Marines waiting

when they are trying
to save your sorry ass.

Oh, is that
what they were doing?

Looked more like
ditching people in need.

Shut up.

You promised me you would
stay out of conflict zones.

I said I'd try to stay out
of the conflict zones.

By working in a camp right on
the border of ISIS territory?

They just announced
their intent

to kill all American
aid workers.

I-I have my U.K. passport.

Do you know the position
you would put me in

if you got kidnapped?
Oh, come on.

The position you'd
put your government in?

Come on, I am
not that important.

To people looking for
leverage you are. Oh!

You are the Secretary
of State's brother!

Not when I started this job.

HENRY: I thought I heard
the dulcet tones

of the Adams siblings.
Thank God.

Look what the grunts dragged in.

Hey, brother.
Emphasis on "dragged."

Touchy subject. I'm surprised
she waited this long actually.

Yeah. You good? Come
on, have some dinner.

No, no, this isn't a friendly--
STEVIE: Uncle Will?

Hey!
Hi!

Oh, my God!
What are you going here?

My favorite niece.
Oh, my God, you are too skinny.

Well, look who's talking.

Are-are Aunt Sophie
and Annie with you?

No, they're-they're
in London.

Well, do you have
pictures of them?

I have a few.
Come on, show them at dinner.

Come on!
Okay.

Now, if you get
the knife point

right behind the
posterior dorsal region--

You mean the wing.

...you maximize the
amount of meat.

Let nothing go to waste.

What do they feed
you guys at the camps?

Well, nothing
like this feast.

Mostly rice.
Maybe some beans

if the convoy hasn't been
hijacked or the roads bombed.

STEVIE:
Well, Jason freaks out

if the pizza takes more than
half an hour to deliver.

Really?

They made a guarantee.

I like to hold
our institutions accountable.

Well, tell your mother that.

Oh, don't, Will.

Don't what?

WILL:
She doesn't want to be reminded

that her boss' administration
spends exponentially more

on bombing Syria
than feeding the civilians

they're supposedly protecting.

We haven't seen each other
in over a year.

Can we try and enjoy dinner?

You're right.

Dinner is a luxury.

The Syrians I know
are so starved,

they sell their refrigerators
for a few bucks

just to survive the week.

HENRY: I guess this would be
a bad time to ask

if anybody wants
some mashed potatoes.

Look, I want to get rid of ISIS

as much as the next guy,
but at a certain point...

Really? Because I'm
actually one of the guys

tasked with doing it,
so trust me

when I tell you that it's
a little bit more complicated

than your simplistic view.

Whoa. Point, Mom.
You can't imagine

from your high perch
inside the Beltway,

the things I see
on the ground.

You wouldn't last five minutes

dealing with
the big picture dynamics

of my job.
You're right.

I am not a bureaucrat.
I actually help people.

You want to go there?
Yeah.

Well, here we are

in your fancy Georgetown
mansion, let's go.

I should've
left you over there.

You should have.

Hey, you guys want to save
some of this for Christmas?

Is this what we sound
like when we fight?

Pretty much, yeah.
Yes.

I'm sorry.

You know what the
problem is, right?

If you tell me it's
because we're too much alike

I'm gonna throw
something at you.

Besides that.

There-there's a lot of
pressure on your relationship.

You-you were young
when your parents died.

It's not that!

Okay.

The problem is he's a
narcissistic adrenaline junkie.

Did you know that he hasn't been
back to see Sophie in months.

The truth is...

he doesn't want to go home.

I'm not the one
that needs to hear all this.

Like I could ever get him
to talk to me about this stuff.

Okay, why don't you
take him fly fishing?

With what time?

Just find it.

For some reason that I will
never fully understand,

that whole river thing

seems to move
your WASP-y souls, so...

Connecting is a lot easier

when you're not having
to look at each other.

(both laugh)

All right.

I'll see if he bites.

Aw, good.

Oh, hey, listen.

I have this very promising

Russian student who's
getting recalled to Moscow

by Ostrov for being gay.

And this kid
is so duty-bound,

he'll take his
fate on the chin.

If he makes an asylum request,

will you vouch for it?

Is he afraid for his safety?

Babe, it's...
Of course he is.

And he's still
willing to go back.

Mm-hmm.

Ostrov is losing a good
soldier for nothing.

Yeah.

And one brave enough to be
out in the Russian army?

Wow.
Actually, he's not out.

Well, Henry,

he's gonna have to
cite homosexuality

as his reason for asylum.

Okay, I'll have
to convince him to do that.

If you do, then, yeah,
I'll do whatever I can.

(cell phone ringing)
Oh, it's your boyfriend.

That's-that's so funny.

Hey, Russell, what's up?

The FBI found evidence
in Judith Fanning's bank records

that she provided material
support to terrorists.

What?!
(stammers)

What kind?

Her son Adam contacted her
six months ago.

She admitted
to sending him $8,000.

Oh, come on.

She's adamant the money
didn't go to ISIS.

Well, the FBI report
backs that.

She's not ideologically
aligned with her son.

Yet she lied about
not talking to him.

And she refuses to say what
the money was actually for.

What else if not
to support the caliphate?

There aren't exactly malls

in the Syro-Arabian desert.

Well, they were estranged.

And reached out.

Guilt is a powerful thing.

Guilt over being a single,
working mother?

Yes.

But the husband's death
complicates things.

How?

I thought it was
a car accident.

I remembered the circumstances
when I reviewed her file.

He lost control of the car
due to a seizure

caused by Huntington's disease.

He was barely
43 years old.

And he'd been misdiagnosed
for almost two years.

My understanding is
that she blames herself

for not catching it sooner.

That is a morbid detail to note.

Too thorough?

No.

I think you might
actually be onto something.

Madam Secretary.

Well, I-I-I didn't realize
you would be the closer.

When my own employee
lies to my face,

I like to find out why.

I can't help you.

'Cause you want to kill my son.

I want to stop him from
killing innocent people.

You should, too.

I want my son back.

The-the way that he was.

Before he became
radicalized or...

before you found out he
had Huntington's disease?

Early onset sufferers are likely

to have children who exhibit

symptoms even earlier.

Is that what happened to Adam?

Last year, he e-mailed.

He wanted to talk
about his father's symptoms.

So we Skyped.

And-and there he was.

He was shaking like a leaf.

Did he say where he was
or who he'd been with?

Nothing.

I told you I will be no help.

Your computer records

show that shortly
before you sent the money,

you searched online
for information on a drug.

Tetrabenazine.

It's the only
medicine proven

to curb early onset spasms.

That's what the money
was for, wasn't it?

I-I know what Adam did
was unforgivable.

But he's still my son.

Just promise me

that you'll give him a chance.

Promise to...

(crying):
that you won't kill him?

I'm sorry.

Hey.
Hey.

Call Nadine.

Get her into tracking

any plausible source
of tetrabenazine

entering ISIS territory.

Tetra...
She'll know.

Okay.

And make it clear-- no one
outside our inner circle

knows why we're
looking into it.

Yes, ma'am.
Okay.

Interpol picked up
a pair of American kids

at the Frankfurt airport
headed for the Syrian front.

(sighs)
Jihadi Judd fans?

Yeah, it's
in the news now.

The country's frightened.

The president needs this guy
wrapped up. Yesterday.

Yeah, I know, we're gonna follow
this lead as far as it'll go.

Hey, did you
pack my gear?

Uh, yes, ma'am, the line,
leader, tippet and waders.

Great.
You're going fishing?

It's a peacekeeping
mission.

And I won't be long.

It's called multitasking.

WILL: Ah, it's just like
the good old days.

You, me, elements of nature

and an entire mobile
State Department office.

Are you actually sore with me
for checking in at the office,

or are you just looking
for an excuse

when you don't catch anything?

I believe I hold
the extended family record

for most fish caught
in a single outing.

ELIZABETH: Ha. I can't
wait to compare memoirs.

Bring it on.

Sophie and I talk, you know?

Says Annie's starting
to ask questions,

about where you are.

So what's going on?

Why don't you want to go home?

Now, see, I didn't think
you'd lead with that.

I thought you'd start
with how my crazy desire

to save the world is interfering

with your crazy desire
to save the world.

That's just work stuff.

Family's the real deal.

Somebody has to do this
kind of work, Lizzie,

or it doesn't get done.

It's all part of a bigger plan
to make everyone's life better.

Sometimes you just have to miss
show-and-tell at kindergarten.

You know, you've always
been really good

at doing whatever you want.

(chuckles)

An expert
at justifying it.

Look who's talking.

What?

I gave up a station chief
position in Baghdad

Oh, well, that settles it.
for my family.

You win.
Hey, don't be a chump.

Don't be a scorekeeper.

I was never 100%
about having kids

'cause I knew I couldn't change.

I told her that.

That was the deal.

That's what Sophie's
not telling you.

We had an agreement.

Yeah, she'd stay home
with the kid, while you...

Run around the world, removing
shrapnel from the stomachs

of other people's kids, yeah.

And there is
something to be said

for teaching your kids that
someone is willing to be there

to take care of the people
that war leaves behind.

You were doing pretty good
right up to that point.

Yeah, I pushed it, didn't I?

Yep.

Whoa.

You need a hand?

No, thanks.

Whoa.

(laughs)
(Will whistles)

Candice.

How nice to
see you again.

Yes, hey.

I think you know
Blake Moran,

assistant
to the secretary.

You really needed
to double-team me, Nadine?

Oh, nonsense,
I'm just mentoring.

I've already heard.

You want me for some
wild medicine chase in Syria.

Meanwhile, I've just gotten
through evacuating 200 Americans

from ISIS territory
using spit and chewing gum,

because, as usual, I didn't have
funding for it in my budget.

Well, the secretary
is very grateful.

For this request, she'd
like to sweeten the deal.

How?

Funding for your Nigerian
alfalfa initiative.

Just like we
discussed.

Last year.

Nigeria's had zero rain since.

Plus, agricultural projects
in sub-Saharan Africa

haven't cleared
the Hill in months.

(clears throat)

There must be, uh,
something we can do.

This is a very, very
important request.

All your requests are important.

And yet I can't get an answer

from the seventh floor
as to why.

Can you tell me
what this is for?

No wonder the world thinks
we're a CIA front.

Okay, Candice.

Name your price.

What do you want?

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Dmitri? Hello, Ivan.

Dr. McCord.

I am afraid I am busy.

I invited him here.

He can help.

HENRY:
I'm here with an offer.

Would you like to hear it?

Dmitri tells me you're
in a very dangerous situation.

You face
a public trial

designed to humiliate
you and your family,

a dishonorable discharge
and a prison term.

This is a big misunderstanding.

Dmitri has interfered

unnecessarily.

HENRY: Dmitri came to me
to help save your life.

With my ties
to the State Department,

I can guarantee you
an asylum hearing.

But in order for the
application to go through,

you have to tell the truth
about who you are.

I am a Russian captain
in the army.

I serve under General
Vladimir Doroshevich.

I only follow his orders.

I have no life
if I am not a soldier.

Then talk to Doroshevich before
he leaves DC for Moscow tonight.

He respects you.

And tell him what?

HENRY: Ask him to intervene
with the recall on your behalf,

make a case for your
dedication and commitment.

I understand that
Doroshevich is a fair man.

I think he'd want
to keep a good soldier.

Look, I don't want to
get sappy or anything.

Thank God.

I honestly...

respect the work
that you do.

And I know that it's
dangerous and exhausting,

and you have
limited resources.

(chuckles)

And from where
you're standing,

it can look like the people
who create policy don't care.

Well...
at the very least,

don't understand.

So how do you do it?

What part?

All of it.

How do you
perform surgery?

Well, first you
wash your hands...

No, dumbass.
then you, uh...

I mean over there.

Yeah, like, how do you... how do
you make it work over there?

To the extent
that it does.

Improvisation.

You never have enough
medicine or equipment,

so you're constantly thinking
of ways to create fixes,

ways that you probably
don't want to know about.

Don't tell me you're meeting
people in parking garages

and back alleys or...

No.

No, there's a
courier in our area.

He knows how to
navigate the system.

The irony is-- the more
chaotic the system,

the more effective
the underground.

Black market ticks along in
places like Syria and Iraq.

The NGO folks don't
like to talk about it,

but corruption is what
holds everything together.

But then how can you
trust any of it?

I mean, like,
this courier,

he's dealing
in stolen cargo?

How do you...?

Well, this guy is
a former medic,

so he's got a lot of
real shady clients.

And he's been vetted
to high heaven.

We figure that if
it works for them,

works for us.

"Them" meaning who?

ISIS?

We don't ask.

NADINE:
Welcome back, ma'am.

How was fishing?

Productive.

How'd it go here?

Well, we had a protracted
negotiation with USAID,

but we do believe we found
the source of the medicine.

Yes, there's
a hospital in Antakya

that's seen a spike in orders
of tetrabenazine.

Padding their stocks in case
some of it falls off the truck.

Exactly.

Well, this is great,
because I have to tell you,

I think that I may
have figured out

how the medicine gets from
there to ISIS leadership.

Huh.

ELIZABETH: Really good,
guys, really good.

I mean... great
work with USAID.

Not easy.
(zipper zips)

But I do have a
queasy feeling

that we may owe
them something.

Um, ma'am, you have

a three-hour dinner next
week with Candice Templeton.

(Elizabeth scoffs)

However did you manage to find
the time in my schedule, Blake?

That's my superpower.

Let's hope that your
superpower pays off.

Will you get me Director
Williams on the telephone?

BLAKE:
Yes, ma'am.

Let's see if your information
and mine can tango.

(cell phone buzzes)

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

(recording): You've reached
Captain Ivan Kolashkov.

Please leave a message

and I will return your call.

Come on.

(line ringing)

You've reached
Captain Ivan Kolashkov...

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

Ivan?

Ivan?

What do you have, Sean?

We cross-referenced
the medical NGOs in Aleppo.

Several ID'd a courier
fitting the description

Secretary McCord gave us.

The man we're looking for

is Tariq Mansour.

With the help of HUMINT

in Turkey and Syria,
we tracked his supply chain.

Every order starts out smuggled
by an underling of Mansour's

from Devlet Arastirma hospital
in Antakya, Turkey.

From there, the medicine passes

through the Turkish-Syrian
border here,

at Bab al-Hawa.

Now, the border's
known to be porous,

but these guys
have greased every wheel.

Then it's on to Aleppo,

where Mansour's underlings

deliver
the small-time supplies--

pain relievers, gauze.

But when it comes
to the high-end stuff,

Mansour's the only one
who can deliver them.

To ensure the quality
of the expensive drugs,

he extends
a face-to-face guarantee.

ELIZABETH: Tetrabenazine
can't go more than 24 hours

without proper storage.

If Mansour is going
to lead us to Adam Fanning,

it'll happen today.

DALTON:
Contact Nellis.

I want a drone on this courier

the minute
he heads east from Aleppo.

Yes, sir.

We'll let you know as soon as
he's in ISIS territory.

(students murmur quietly)

We did this to him.

Why did I say anything?

This is my fault.

No, it's not.

No, it is this coup.

These-these...
these power-starved men

and their straw dog,
Maria Ostrov.

They will not stop
until they take us back

to the days of Stalin. Okay, come on.
Come with me.

We can talk
about this later.

No, we're not going to talk
about this later.

We're gonna talk about it now.
Just keep walking, okay?

You need to calm down. No,
I am through with Russia!

I am through with Russia, okay?

I want to take the deal
that you offered Ivan.

Let me defect.
Give me asylum.

That's not possible.

What? Why?

Because for five minutes

I had some crazy idea
that I could be a spy?

I want out.

I want to stay here.

Okay.

You can take Ivan's place.

But not by
defecting.

Not by giving up.

What do you want me to do?

Tell General Doroshevich
to recall you to Moscow,

to work by his side.

That's where you can
really make a difference.

Don't let Ivan die in vain.

(men speaking indistinctly)

(motorbike approaching)

(speaking quietly)

(revs engine)

(engine running)

Salaam alaikum.
Salaam.

(men speaking Arabic)

Who is he talking to?

The next link
in the chain.

Colonel, can we have
a closer view of the man

Mansour is talking to?
Over.

COLONEL:
Copy.

It's him.

That's Fanning.

I'll be damned.

We have a clean shot,
Mr. President.

We can take him out now,
along with the courier.

Or we can grab him up.

How long to get
Delta in there?

Assault team's
40 minutes out, sir.

That's possibly enough time
to take him alive.

Someone at Fanning's level

could have significant
intelligence on ISIS.

JACKSON:
Or the raid goes south,

and American soldiers become
Jihadi Judd's next victims.

The compound's
heavily guarded.

Delta will have
to pass through

three security rings.

Take him out, Admiral.

Colonel,
engage target.

Over.

COLONEL:
Copy. Missile on the way.

Time of flight: eight seconds.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

(whooshing sound)

One.

Target hit.

Over.

PARKER:
Copy.

Mr. President,
I recommend

addressing the nation
immediately.

Release Fanning's identity
and confirm the kill.

Set it up.

Thank you, everyone.

Good work.

Bess, I'd, uh,

I'd like you to stand with me
during the address.

Of course, sir.

Thank you, Eddie.

Good night.

Hi. Hey. Hey.

You guys are up late.

Yeah, we, uh, saw you
with the president.

(sighs)
Yeah.

Were you in
the Situation Room for it?

JASON:
Yes!

Yes! We freakin' lit up
Jihadi Judd.

It was like... (mimics
explosion) HENRY: Jason!

Cut it out!

It wasn't a video game.
Go to your room.

I mean, it was
a drone strike,

so it kind of...
Jason.

How did you guys
even find him?

Go ahead.

Tell them how
you found him.

Will you guys please go to bed?

Yeah.

Come on, guys,
let's go upstairs.

WILL:
You used me.

You exploited a moment

of what I thought
was real connection

for your own gain.

My gain?

Adam Fanning waged war
on our country.

And-and my courier?

What was he,
just-just "collateral damage"?

He sells drugs for ISIS.
Have you even seen the...

You knew that he was
the only decent source

of rare pharma in Western Syria.

People, regular people, children

are going to die
without his drugs.

I know that.

And...?

And I also know

that someone else
is gonna fill his shoes.

So... so the Syrian civilians,
they mean nothing to you.

(laughs bitterly)

Yes, you got me.

Human life has no value to me.

Go ahead.

I mean, reduce
the entire world's

most complex
situations

into sweeping generalities.

As opposed
to justifying everything

in the name
of national security?

I know the costs.

I see every horrible angle.

I just don't have the luxury
of being an island like you do.

Well, maybe the world
would be better off

if your angles
got the hell off of my island.

Because let's
be clear, here.

You didn't pull me
off of the job

for the benefit
of humankind.

This was about you.

You and-and your lifelong

panic about... about...

Something happening to you?

Yes.

Yeah, I'll cop to that one.

Here.

It's a ticket
to Ankara.

You leave first thing.

From there, a convoy
will take you to Aleppo

and you can go back to doing
what you were doing.

A... A layover
in London?

You-you couldn't resist,
could you?

It's not for you.

It's for Annie.

(sighs)

(Elizabeth sighs)

That sounded like
the opposite of fly fishing.

Can we talk about it later?

(sighs)

I'm sorry about Ivan.

Me, too.

Did he have something
to do with your job?

The one we don't talk about?

(sighs heavily)

Sorry. I don't mean to push.

When you were
an operative,

how did you know

when you were
in too deep?

I didn't.

Not until it was too late.