Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Game On - full transcript

- Hi.
- Hey.

Thanks, Richard.

Thanks for coming. It's a really big help.

Oh. Hey, no problem.

So, uh,

what am I, uh, helping with?

Henry and I suddenly
decided to go to the movies,

and Stevie's working late,

so you are here to help watch the kids.

- Oh. Great.
- Hi.

What movie are you gonna see?



We're not. That's the story.

It reinforces that you're here
as a friend, not as a CIA agent.

Oh, well, good thing your kids are grown.

I couldn't really pull
off the baby-sitting cover.

- All right, what have you got?
- The bank account

number that Nadine gave
you in Caracas is registered

to a dummy corporation.

“Kliborne Oil and Gas.”

Who has access to it?

Three signatories.

“Louis Donald, Carlotta
Taniston and Marie Porter.”

All pseudonyms?

Couldn't get a positive
I.D. on any of them.

So there's no way to find out how much



Secretary Marsh had in the account.

Or how it got there.

Well, not unless you know one of 'em.

Why do I have the feeling

you're about to show off some
bad-ass analytical skills?

There was an English
student at Cornell in 1984

who did her senior thesis
under the supervision

of Dr. Malcolm Taniston, a world-renowned

scholar on Victorian literature.

Her thesis was on
Charlotte Bronte. Charlotte.

Carlotta. Taniston.

That is a stretch.

Not considering who that student was.

Nadine Tolliver.

Your chief of staff wasn't

completely forthcoming on
her knowledge of the account.

So Nadine can get us into the account.

Only if you're willing
to trust her that far.

Don't have much choice.

Okay, but even if you get her on board,

her account is only accessible in person.

Biometrics,

fingerprints, iris scans.

We're going to Caracas.

- What?
- What?

I'm supposed to go on a goodwill tour

of South America, and we've been debating

about whether or not Venezuela
should be on the list,

- and this settles it.
- There's so many things

wrong with that idea.

Yeah, yeah, he's right.

Starting with, President
Suarez hates the United States

and will loudly and publicly
refuse to receive you.

I will change his opinion
with my irrepressible

diplomatic charm.

What, and go snooping around
some money-laundering bank?

I'm gonna start the campaign

- to get in President Suarez's good graces.
- Wait.

Someone's got to put the brakes on here...

- what are we doing?
- We agreed.

We all said that we were
gonna see this through.

No, we agreed to embark.
I reserve the right

- to say when we've done...
- You're the one that said

that it was important to know
what we were dealing with.

Our only form of protection,
remember? You said that.

Well, you're not going without me.

Great. Find a sub and get on my plane.

Okay, we gotta find
someone to watch the kids.

I only do fake baby-sitting.

We'll figure that one out.

Listen, while I'm away,

I want you to run some
Intel on Russell Jackson.

I can't believe you can look
that guy in the face every day.

Oh, I can't, not knowing

if he and the president
were behind Marsh's murder.

Okay, done. Shouldn't you two
pretend to go to the movies now?

Oh, yeah.

All right, okay, uh, can we pretend

to go to an action movie?

I'm not pretending to go to some
period piece... English accent,

the whole, like, the subtitle...

- Right, right, okay.
- Bye.

So, about this goodwill
trip to South America.

- What about it?
- It's exciting.

We're gonna be having fun in the sun.

Spreading cheer in the hemisphere.

Feeling fine below the line.

Well...

Venezuela is actually north of the equator.

Wait, I thought Venezuela
was off the table.

Well, apparently, it's back on.

Didn't you read the memo?

Yes...

You were saying?

Did you get one of these?

Mm...

It's the DS-760, and if we both sign it,

it just states that we're
in a mutually satisfactory

and non-coercive relationship.

So that no one files a harassment claim.

That... that is one way of looking at it.

The other is

that it lets us be together
in a bigger hotel room

- while traveling.
- Oh.

Talking king-size suite, matching robes.

Mm-hmm.

Porn on demand.

- Oh.
- I mean art films on demand.

Dirty art films.

I think my non-coerced
heart just skipped a beat.

Well, if we both sign,
we'll travel in style.

Look, I only broke off my
engagement two weeks ago.

And I don't want to sign some official form

that everyone in HR gets to see.

Okay. Maybe I'll give you
a chance to read it over.

No big surprise,

President Suarez has
refused our request to visit.

Straight up or with a twist?

According to the Consular Office,

his exact words were,

“Your imperialist propaganda
is not welcome here.”

Pretty definitive.

This is diplomacy. Nothing is definitive.

Except that Venezuela is a hot mess

right now... anti-government
protests, 15 opposition leaders

placed under house arrest.

The economy is in crisis.

President Suarez is amping
up his anti-American rhetoric.

It's going to be tough, persuading him.

President Suarez is talking about

cancelling the upcoming election.

And you want

to talk him out of it?

I want to try.

But I got to get through the door first.

Well, we could pare back the language

in your official South
American tour statement.

Make it less threatening.

No, I want to be absolutely
clear about our intentions.

Then you have to sweeten the pot.

Without caving on policy.

So, are we at crazy ideas?

- Always.
- We can try

celebrity diplomacy.

Suarez craves fame and adoration.

And he also happens

to love baseball.

Right. He's a fanatic.

Personally coaches the
Venezuelan national team.

I give you

Manny Azucco,

one of the greatest ballplayers ever.

Fifteenth on the list of all-time hitters.

Eleven trips to the All-Star Game,

three World Series rings,
and he is easy on the eyes.

- Oh, yes.
- Right?

- We get it.
- I think it's a great idea.

He's big in the U.S.,

but he's a God in
Venezuela, where he was born.

Exactly. He just retired,

- and he's hotter than ever.
- Okay.

Well, he is.

Ma'am, we get Manny Azucco

to come along, El
Presidente might go for it.

You think you can pull this off, Daisy?

I took the liberty of
contacting his people.

He's very open to the idea.

All right, let's make the official call.

Get Mr. Azucco on board, see
if President Suarez responds.

Thank you, everyone.

- Matt?
- Yeah.

- Hang back for a minute.
- Okay.

I know you have your meeting
coming up with Jackson.

- Oh, yeah, that meeting.
- Right.

How are you feeling?

Ma'am, I never give him
anything but the official line.

Things you'd tell him yourself.

I know.

And with all due respect,

how much longer do I
need to keep doing this?

Being your double agent guy?

A little bit longer.

We need to up the game.

As in...?

Give him some real information.

Something I wouldn't
normally tell him about.

What would that be?

It has to do with my recent meeting

with the Israeli delegation...

a private conversation I
had with Ambassador Dori.

Okay.

Tell him we met, you overhead
something about Dubai.

- Dubai?
- Yeah.

That's it?

- Just Dubai?
- Yeah.

Nothing in particular about Dubai?

No.

Okay, fine.

Um, what if he asks questions?

That's all you know.

That's really good,
because that is all I know.

- I know.
- Great.

If confusion is an
asset, then I am your man.

You are.

Thanks, Matt.

Oh.

Madam Secretary, you wanted to see me?

This name...

mean anything to you?

Should it?

Are you Carlotta Taniston?

Yes.

Did you help set up that bank account?

You engaged

in a financial transaction
using a false identity.

Do you have any idea

how many U.S. and international
fraud laws you've broken?

Yes. I lost my mind.

I thought I was in love. I...

This isn't about you and your
broken heart anymore, Nadine.

I...

You need to tell me
everything you know right now.

I went with Vincent on
every trip down to his ranch.

Obviously not the last one.

On the trip before that, he asked me

to make a deposit at a private bank.

This was one that required
not just a passport,

but also fingerprints and an eye scan.

I was to sign it using our
code name, Carlotta Taniston.

Ma'am...

I'm sorry.

You didn't think there was

anything weird about this transaction?

- I mean, what were you thinking?
- Well, I wasn't thinking!

But he said, “Oh, this is money for us.

It's for after the divorce”.

And this was so that

his wife wouldn't know about
it and couldn't access it.

She's an attorney, and she
had a lot of reach, and...

Ma'am...

when you changed the
itinerary to include Venezuela,

this is why, isn't it?

Yes.

But you and I are the only two
people who are gonna know that.

Thank you.

And now you need me to access the account.

Might be the only way we
ever find out the truth.

I will help you find it.

Madam Secretary, Mr. Jackson is...

You going to Venezuela?

Uh... that's the plan.

I was going to tell you
when it was made official.

Their hostility to the
U.S. is only outmatched

by their dedication to corruption.

What on earth are you hoping to achieve?

Damage repair, superficial engagement,

stop bad from going to worse.

Vincent Marsh always seemed

a little too interested in that place.

It's not just that he
had property down there.

He was friendly with the oil companies,

even held meetings with
some of the local oil barons.

So, Marsh was in bed
with Suarez's opponents?

Not surprising

El Presidente is hostile towards us.

Well, I'm just saying, tread carefully.

Suarez is a lunatic, but Venezuela

is still a major source for petroleum.

I'll do my best to keep you informed.

I'm sure you will.

You know, the manifest

said Marsh was on his way to
Caracas on his last flight.

Maybe you can finish what he started.

What's that?

Actually land.

I really don't appreciate
your sense of humor.

Have a safe trip.

Then we wrap up our Venezuelan
trip with a press conference,

where you will stand

between Secretary McCord
and President Suarez.

In a literal representation

of baseball as a bridge
between our nations.

Or as common ground.

I defer all metaphors to our

illustrious speechwriter.

Oh, and don't worry about your speech.

Matt can talk to you on the plane

and draft something that's heartfelt.

Anything you need, we'll be there.

Well, you guys got all
the bases covered, huh?

Is that a baseball reference I hear?

Madam Secretary.

Mr. Azucco, thank you so much

for stepping up to the plate for us.

Oh, I'm happy to be in the lineup.

We can do this all day, can't we?

But you are not just any teammate.

.340 average in the postseason

and 472 career home runs...

- wow!
- So you're a fan, huh?

Actually, I know virtually
nothing about baseball,

but I am smart enough to
be briefed by people who do,

like my assistant Blake.

The irony is I know even less.

Quick study.

Well, I just hope I can deliver.

No American Cabinet member has
made an official state visit

to Venezuela this century,

so you have already hit
it out of the ballpark.

I... okay, I'm out of control.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

Okay,

you are all set, food-wise,

and if you guys want to order a pizza,

- I'm going to leave you...
- I have cash.

I think we're going to survive, Mom.

Well, do I have to say no parties?

Apparently.

No boyfriends.

We're not 12.

Well, you were a shorter
time ago than you think.

That doesn't even make sense.

It will when you have kids.

I doubt our kids will
have a security detail

waiting outside to make
sure we don't throw a kegger.

Well, hey, you never know.

But you make a good point.

Thank you for coming home to do this.

I know I'm not exactly your

favorite person in the world right now.

I'm here for Ali.

Okay, understood. That's good.

Okay, barring any disasters,

Jason will be on his
Killington trip the whole time.

- We're all set. Glasses.
- Okay.

No boyfriends. No parties.

- Roger that. - Got it?
- I just said that.

- Bye.
- Okay, you ready?

- Yes, I am.
- Let's go.

- Okay.
- Bye, girls.

Bye, darling.

- Hey, your good, everybody.
- Bedtime is 9:00 p.m.

Yes. Where are my glasses?

On your face. On your face.

All right.

Does the secretary suspect anything?

No.

I-I mean, I don't think so.

I'm still in the loop.

Tell me about it.

The loop.

I don't know.

We're conducting the diplomatic
business of the nation.

There was one thing a couple weeks ago.

She, um, she brought in
the Israeli ambassador

and his delegation on short notice.

Why?

No idea.

But she cleared her schedule to do it.

She must have had a reason.

I saw her talk to Ambassador Dori.

About what?

Well, she was being
pretty private about it.

But I think I heard her say, “Dubai.”

Dubai?

Yeah.

What about it?

That's... that's all I heard.

You can pull over here.

Have a pleasant trip.

Keep your ears open down there.

Right.

Secretary McCord.

Welcome to our humble paradise.

President Suarez.

Dr. McCord. Nice to meet you.

My beautiful wife, Sylvia.

- Nice to meet you, Sylvia.
- You, too.

- Sylvia.
- Hello.

Thank you, President Suarez, for having us.

Mrs. El Presidente

is mucho mucho.

Miss Universe 2002.

Breathe, Matt.

Venezuela has the most
Miss Universe winners

besides the United States.

Gotta love our homegrown talent.

Now, let us not pretend

about why you're here, Madam Secretary.

Spreading democracy?

Free elections?

Uh... Manny?

You're up.

We're in.

Game on.

Okay, I was finally able to
pry Suarez away from Manny,

and I'm not saying mission accomplished,

but El Presidente just agreed
to look over the joint statement.

Big Sugar knocks in a run.

Yeah, except do you see
what I'm seeing over here?

Is she touching his butt?

Okay...

ballplayers do do that.

Not like that.

Okay, she cannot run those bases.

What are you gonna do about it?

Run interference.

First of all, you can't
mix sports metaphors.

Second of all,

what kind of interference?

Ew. Why did you just go there?

What am I supposed to think?

You didn't sign those papers.

Hi, guys.

How you doing?

Is everything good?

Our heroine.

International incident averted.

Yeah, if only she didn't
seem to enjoy it so much.

El Presidente's people say

he's approved the “open to
considering elections” language.

Well, who'd-a thunk?

Real progress on our fake trip.

We've called the press
conference for tomorrow noon.

And our other business?

Well, I should have a few
hours free in the morning.

Can I see that passport?

Marsh ever tell you where he had this made?

No. But no one questioned it

when I was made a signator to the account.

Well, they wouldn't.

Fine piece of tradecraft.

Definitely get you through
the first layer of security.

After that, they'll scan biometrics.

Ma'am, I am not accustomed
to doing this kind of thing.

I know, but you'll be fine, Nadine.

Yeah, thanks.

I'll give you the advice
my first handler gave me.

Get in, get out,

say as little as possible.

Eloquent.

Yeah, I wasn't very impressed either.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night.

Well played, Dr. McCord.

You're not the only one
in this marriage capable

of a charm offensive.

- Oh.
- The steak is cold.

It's perfect.

How's Nadine?

She's okay.

She wants to know the truth
about Marsh as much as I do.

What about you?

I'm hungry.

But you know what I
want to do before we eat?

I know what I want to do.

Call the kids.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

- We got to call the kids.
- Call the kids.

Oh, my God.

Here we go.

Mom, everything is fine.

Stevie just had to go out.

What do you mean she went out?

This-this late? What?

- We were out of milk.
- Milk?

Since when does anybody other
than Jason care about milk?

Oh, wait, she's here.

- Do you want to talk to her?
- Yeah, I want to...

I love you, Ali.

- Hi, Mom.
- Stevie,

what do you mean you were out getting milk?

Soy milk. I can't have the real stuff.

Since when?

I, uh, decided not to drink dairy anymore.

Um, is it really that
big of a deal, though?

I mean, I was only gone for ten minutes.

No, but I...

No-no more going out.

The whole point of having you there was...

having you there.

Okay, I promise.

Talk to you tomorrow.

Okay, wait, Stevie...

Okay, something is
definitely going on there.

Mm, yeah,

but we have a whole team of
agents to look out for them.

- What could they possibly be up to?
- Right.

But I mean, you think that maybe they could

slip a kegger past the detail?

Well, y... no.

No. Come on.

One conspiracy at a time, okay?

Okay.

So, did the security guys suspect anything?

Who do you think you're dealing with here?

Even that tall guy,
always asking questions?

Relax.

I signed James in, I put my arm around him.

Tall guy didn't blink.

Thank you so much.

You should thank Mom.

Why are you so mad at her anyways?

Do you really care?

Nope.

Hey there.

Expecting someone else?

What part of “hey there” says that?

Your tone.

Like you were hoping for Big Sugar.

Oh, stop.

Manny, uh, what is it?

What do you want it to be?

Wow. Uh, anything but what I think it is.

And what's that?

Okay.

Done with 20 questions.

You need to go back to your room.

Or maybe you need to let me in.

Hmm?

Has anyone ever said no to
you in your entire adult life?

Not that I recall.

Then listen up.

No.

Playing hard to get, huh?

I'm not playing. Period.

- But we're on vacation.
- I'm working.

You're funny.

Wow, you can't even comprehend
being told the word no, can you?

All right, let me try one other thing.

Pardonnez-moi, guys.

Ali, come here.

Babe, just give me a sec.

So, what do you want to do?

I don't know... his parents think

he's at Eddie Jankowski's
place for the night.

Okay.

So maybe he can stay?

Maybe as in you want him to stay or not?

It's after 1:30, so if I'm going
to drive him home, this is it.

I don't know.

I think he may be the one.

And he has, you know, protection.

Good.

And Mom and Dad will never know?

I signed him in.

Tall security guy thinks he's with me.

- You're in the clear.
- You're the best.

- Thank you.
- Whatever.

See you in the morning.

James, let's go upstairs.

Twist my arm.

Wait.

Wait, wait. James, no.
I'm gonna drive you home.

What? You just said he could stay.

Well, now I'm saying that he can't.

Come on.

Now.

Right thumbprint.

Five minutes, ladies and gentlemen.

Comenzamos en cinco
minutos, se?oras y se?ores.

We agreed on new guidelines for U.S.
oil companies sharing drilling rights,

and he's not saying one way
or another on free elections,

- which means he's not ruling them out.
- Well, I found some

great baseball allusions for
Madam Secretary's introduction.

I mean, there's this
whole extended metaphor

about fielding... which I see she's cut,

probably for time.

Yeah, I'm sure that was it.

The week before Secretary Marsh's death

the account contained
40 million U.S. dollars.

Any names of depositors?

Just numbers. But the money is gone.

The account has been emptied out.

By Marsh?

No.

The money was withdrawn
the day after he died.

Do the bank records show
who withdrew the money?

It's a name I didn't recognize.

She signed in as the
corporation's recording secretary.

Marie Porter.

Do you know who that is?

No.

But I know it's a pseudonym.

Like Carlotta Taniston.

Well,

you'll need to find out who she is.

And what the hell Vincent Marsh was doing.

Thank you, Nadine.

I swear I'm glad he's dead.

Madam Secretary,

we're ready to start.

Hi.

Hi.

We need to talk.

Do we?

I'm sorry for last night.

Water under the bridge.

Whoa... so you're not gonna tell anyone?

Of course not.

Well, listen.

It's really important
that I can count on you.

Mm-hmm.

You must worry a lot about
protecting your image.

Maybe you should worry a little more

about the people that look up to you.

What does that mean?

You are on a diplomatic mission,

representing a country
where you have the right

to live the way you want to.

Think hypocrisy.

James isn't responding to my texts.

Because you didn't sleep with him?

- Because you made him go home.
- Wow,

sounds like you picked
a real winner there, Al.

- Don't even. James is awesome.
- Maybe you should

Snapchat him a shot of your boobs.

- That might get a response.
- You've ruined everything.

I know.

I'm sure that you losing it to James

would have been just
like you always dreamed.

That's none of your business.

Actually, it is. I was only gonna

let him stay to get back at Mom.

So why didn't you?

Because I didn't want to do that to you.

I liked it so much better without you here.

Don't worry,

as soon as Mom and Dad
are back, I'm so out.

Today marks the beginning
of a new relationship

between our two countries.

Finding a way to work
through our differences,

and to celebrate our common ground.

As a shining example,

I would like to introduce another guest

of President Suarez,

someone I know you all want to hear from,

who'd like to express his
gratitude in his own words.

Manny Azucco.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.

My name is Emmanuel Azucco.

I'm the proud son of a Venezuelan mother,

and a proud citizen of the United States.

I'm here...

as a representative of my
country, the United States,

and the freedoms it stands for.

Freedom of speech,

of assembly,

freedom to vote...

to choose.

To choose to be who you are

and speak your truth.

So I cannot stand here...

...and not tell the truth.

And that is that I...

Manny Azucco...

am gay.

I am gay,

Venezuelan-American,

and proud.

How bad is it?

Suarez is canceling the rest of the visit,

disavowing everything we've agreed upon.

We have an hour before
he puts us on a plane.

Wait, all because Manny
stole the spotlight?

He feels the insult was deliberate.

We weren't aware of this
before, but apparently,

there were rumors in the last election.

Stories that Suarez had a little fun

with other cadets when he
was back in the barracks.

What does that have to do
with anything? I don't...

Nothing confirmed,

but they were attacks on his machismo.

So now we get to deal
with a brutal dictator

- who's always touchy.
- How did this happen?

Did no one see this coming?

Manny may have opened up
to me about his sexuality,

and I may have said
something about hypocrisy.

Madam Secretary...

the president would like to meet with you

and your chief of staff.

Maybe he's reconsidering.

Yep. Yep.

President Suarez, I can honestly tell you

- there was no intention on anyone's...
- No more talking.

It is I, Suarez, who will
make the terms to you,

the United States.

I want a full public apology,

also an apology from Se?or Azucco,

and a retraction.

Mr. Azucco can hardly take back being gay.

You want to humiliate me

and the people of Venezuela,

then I will humiliate you... Colonel?

This is Colonel Lionel Fuentes

of the Polic?a National.

Show them.

This was delivered by the
Financial Intelligence Unit,

who brought it to our
president's attention.

The account you accessed,
Se?orita Tolliver,

is one of a number of accounts

being monitored by the unit

on suspicion of being
used to conceal profits

from drug dealing, funds for illegal arms,

and money laundering of all kinds.

What will the world say, Madam,

when they see that your
chief of staff got caught,

is perhaps arrested,

for doing business with a dirty bank?

I will set the terms... no talk

of free elections; you
will make a public statement

supporting my government;
and that you, Madam Secretary,

would be happy if Suarez
chooses to be President for Life.

You need to time to prepare your statement?

Very well. I will give you that time.

We should go, ma'am.

Well?

At least El Presidente was very clear.

We've got to figure out
a way to be just as clear.

Jay.

- Ma'am?
- No more incentives.

We got to beat him at his own game.

What do we have on currency conversion?

Currency conversion?

It's risky...

but it's a good idea.

All right.

Get Treasury on the phone.

We're in this together.

Thank you for meeting
like this, Ambassador Dori.

Under such informal circumstances,

it's like I'm back

being a regular civilian.

You were never a regular at anything, Lior.

You have a question?

You and our Secretary of
State had a private discussion

couple weeks ago.

I'm wondering if you can
fill me in on the details.

It's your State Department...
why won't you ask her yourself?

Or aren't the White House and
Foggy Bottom on speaking terms?

Perhaps I wasn't clear.

This is me...

asking on behalf of the president

what you talked about
with Elizabeth McCord.

Forgive me,

but I'm a foreign national.

I don't have to answer...
he's not my president.

Was it about an incident that
took place in the Persian Gulf

11 years ago?

When you were head of Mossad,

and what looked like an accident
killed an enemy of Israel?

You seem to know all about it.

What more can I tell you?

Sorry I couldn't be more helpful.

You may have helped...

just enough.

President Suarez,

you and I differ on many
fundamental issues, but...

I think on this one we can agree...

you are a clever man.

You have uncovered the fact that

we are not here solely
on a diplomatic mission.

I came here to indict you.

You? Indict me?

Even after your chief of staff got caught

trying to withdraw funds
from a dirty account?

She wasn't trying to withdraw money.

She was gathering information on my behalf

for a broader investigation

headed by the U.S. Department of Justice.

What kind of investigation?

Into the lax security procedures

at certain Venezuelan
banks under your regime.

Some might argue that

your own security forces had
been monitoring such banks,

not in the interest of enforcement,

but for blackmail.

The U.S. Treasury Department
has expressed its concern,

so much so that it's

considering a proposal to
ban all future transactions

in U.S. dollars carried
out by Venezuelan banks.

A measure they'll likely take,
if you declare yourself dictator

and deny free elections...
an action which would

cripple your national economy
and erase whatever recovery

it's made under your presidency.

I know that you inherited
this banking situation.

I'm willing to advocate

on your behalf with the Justice Department,

assure them that you
find these circumstances

as reprehensible as we do.

Let us say I come around
to your way of thinking.

There's still the matter of damage control

after today's press conference.

Yes, we've thought of that, too.

We've been tracking Twitter
and other social media.

Manny's blowing up,
especially here in Venezuela.

An overwhelming majority
of your country's population

still view Manny Azucco as
a hero and national treasure.

And it turns out that Mr. Azucco

is interested in returning to baseball.

Only this time, he wants
to play on a bigger stage.

He wants to play in a true World Series.

The World Baseball
Classic this coming March,

as a member of your national team.

Even going into retirement,
his stats were pretty good.

He'd wipe the diamond
with your competition.

The highest Venezuela
ever placed was third,

back in 2009.

This could put your team
back on top and garner

world attention, as well as national pride.

Colonel Fuentes...

I wonder if I might ask a favor,

as one enemy of corruption to another.

I'm listening.

I'm interested in any information you have

on the other signatories on that account.

I will deliver the
results to you personally.

I really appreciate it. Thank you.

At 12:15

this afternoon, Ambassador
Dori and Russell Jackson

each went off their official
schedules for half an hour.

Given what you fed Jackson...

That's no coincidence.

It doesn't mean Jackson was
involved in killing Marsh.

Well, it looks really bad.

So tell me what I'm looking at.

That's a surveillance photo obtained

from the Venezuelan National Police.

That's the last person to make
a withdrawal on Marsh's account.

Signed herself in as...

Marie Porter.

Took out $40 million

the day after Marsh's plane crashed.

You think there's enough for a facial I.D.?

Well, let's see what comes up.

I'll let you know.

Thanks.

You got a minute?

You scared me.

I thought we might have a talk.

You want to know about
what went on in Venezuela?

Yes.

And about the secret investigation

you've been conducting

into Vincent Marsh's death.

I thought I'd seen it all,

just how far it was
possible for you to go...

the arrogance!

Naive behavior! The contempt!

- I don't feel contempt, Russell.
- Then what do you call it?

Did you think I wouldn't
see, wouldn't know?

Nothing gets by me!

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

You thought I wouldn't notice
you questioning the NTSB report?

That says conclusively

Secretary Vincent Marsh
died in an accident.

You didn't think I-I'd
find out you talked to Dori?

About an identical accident,

same plane,

in the Middle East... in the Persian Gulf?

Except that some people
think it wasn't an accident,

that it was staged, most
likely by the Israelis,

to murder someone on their enemies list.

What am I supposed to think about that?

That I don't believe that
Marsh's death was an accident.

You think it was murder.

It was.

But you somehow fail to
share your suspicions.

Not suspicions.

Well, you don't share it
with the people you work with.

With the people supposedly on your team...

myself and the president
of the United States.

So what am I supposed to think? Hmm?

What possible reason could there be...

except you think I had him killed.

Thought you might have
knowledge of it, yes.

You seriously think that I...

and the president... are assassins?

No.

Not anymore.

Wow.

When'd you change your mind?

Just now.

You didn't just find out

about my conversation with Dori.

I led you to it.

I fed you that information

and you went for it.

Now you're showing me your hand

and that tells me everything.

A guy like you, Russell?

With your resources? You
could've covered this up,

throw me off the scent,

probably create false trails of evidence...

everything but what you're doing right now.

Bravo.

I didn't want to be right
about you and the president.

Can I assume he's not involved?

Of course you can.

My God, all this time...

How could you just...

go about your business?

That's what I was trained for.

Tell me everything.

That could take awhile.

I've got all night.

Oh, it is good to have you back.

I'm not back... I just
did you a favor, remember?

So did you start the discussion yet?

- I was waiting for you.
- Wait...

there's a discussion? Really?

You're gonna punish me for helping you out?

It's not punishment. We
just have some questions.

Okay, so, an interrogation, then?

Look, I checked with
security when I came in.

Apparently you signed in a visitor

around 10:00 p.m. the other night.

Someone named James Montgomery?

And he didn't check out until 1:45 a.m.?

Yeah. So?

Stevie...

a guy we don't know,
with Alison in the house?

Oh, come on, he's a guy that I know.

From the restaurant. He
just wanted to drop by.

So late?

It's not late for people my age.

He just wanted to come
by, hang out and talk,

which is all we did.

Is it really that big of a problem?

I'm sorry that I lied,

okay? I just didn't want to worry you.

Going forward...

I would rather that you
worry us than lie to us.

Okay. Lesson learned. I'm sorry.

So you're not really

off of real milk?

No.

Good.

I'm making pancakes.

Okay.

Thank you for staying

and doing that.

No problem.

Yeah,

Isabelle, talk to me.

I got an I.D. on Marie Porter.

You're not gonna like who she works for.

The last person to take
money out of the account

in Caracas was an Iranian national.

She signed in as Marie Porter,

but her real name is Samila Mahdavi.

She's a known affiliate of VEVAK.

The Iranian Foreign Intelligence Ministry.

So the lead goes overseas.

And straight to the government of Iran.

And there go the peace talks.

It's time for you to hand this off, Bess.

To the people who really
should be handling it...

Munsey.

The CIA.

And the president?

You already stopped him from starting

one war with Iran, Bess.

Let's not give him a
reason to start another.

- Not unless we're sure.
- You really think

we could be sending cruise
missiles into Tehran?

If the Iranians were behind the murder of

the Secretary of State, it
won't just be cruise missiles...

and it won't just be Tehran.