Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 14 - Left of the Boom - full transcript

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...Ohio girls who left home last week



to join the fundamentalist
Islamic group Hizb Al-Shahid.

Dr. Amani, how does a group like this

convince two 16-year-old
girls to leave home

to join a violent extremist group in Libya?

Hot bearded dudes with guns, I'm guessing.

- Shh. Shh.
- I think they work like any group

trying to recruit believers.

They appeal to what's missing.

You feel like your life
is boring and empty?

Your parents don't understand you?

Come join us and help
build paradise on Earth,

restore Islam to its rightful
place in a new world order.

Oh, come on. They couldn't
have joined the Girl Scouts?

Shh!



But these kids had to know

they were joining a
violent extremist group.

The name, Hizb Al-Shahid
means, "Party of Martyrs."

You've got the suicide
bombings, the beheading videos...

Hey!

Little early in the morning
for the worst of humanity.

Who wants waffles?

Censoring media access much?

Hey, first step to tyranny.

So proud.

Listen, as opposed to that...

Mom is hosting a conference this week

featuring Noura Al-Kitabi.

Oh.

I think we should all go.

Isn't that the girl who got acid attacked?

That is the the young woman

who stood up against the Saudi government

to demand an equal education
and the right to work.

And, yes, she was violently assaulted,

but is committed to speaking out.

That sounds cool.

It's way cool.

And we're talking weapons-grade?

Well, that can't be good.

Hi. Good morning.

- Good morning. - Morning.
- Morning.

Hang on.

Listen, about Alison's
parent-teacher conference

today at 11:15... I have not forgotten.

I got it covered, if you can't make it.

Oh, no, I will make it.

Not least because I am hosting

a Worldwide Partnership on
Girls' and Women's Education.

I hope you realize this means

you have to make it to mine, too.

Yes, of course. I will. I want...

Whoa. When is that? I
don't... Hang on. Hold on.

Blake, listen, will you just
put that file together for me,

and I'll bring it to the NSA meeting,

and just keep me updated
if there's anything? Okay?

Thank you. Bye.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Another day,
another potential disaster

no one will ever hear about.

Here's to government work.

Okay.

Bye. I got to go. Love you.

- Love you.
- Bye. Love you, love you, love you.

- Bye. Love you.
- Bye. See you.

You're telling me DOD

and Cybercom, the entire
intelligence community,

none of you

could stop China from stealing
a key piece of our defense?

To be clear, Mr. President,

the data acquisition may not
have included every component

of the long-range strike bomber.

And when will we know for
sure? When one of them is

heading for us?

Sir, um, I have a relationship
with Foreign Minister Chen.

Maybe I could reach out

and determine the extent of the breach.

She did it before with the space station.

At least then we'd know
what we're looking at

and proceed from there.

See what you can find out.

If I could also mention
the truckload of uranium

that was stolen outside of
Tiraspol in Moldova last night.

CIA is aware of the theft.

We're fully tracking the situation, sir.

Do we know who stole it,

or God help us, what they plan to do

with an entire truckload of uranium?

Well, the theft could

lead back to any number
of interested parties.

There's been a rise in
organized crime in the area,

as well as several
politically-motivated groups.

Let's hope those Ukrainian rebels

aren't getting the band back together.

I'd like to propose

State's International Security
and Nonproliferation Bureau

take the lead

on tracking this.

Head up a team.

Great.

Intelligence, Energy
and Defense will give you

- all the support you need.
- Sir, if I may?

One truckload of spent fuel rods

likely stolen by Moldovan thugs,

with no expertise in handling the material,

is hardly what I would
deem a priority situation

- for Intelligence.
- Given our concerns

over the recent cyber breach
in Defense, I would concur.

If I can answer that...

Furthermore, our threat analysis
rates small-scale acquisition

of radiological material

a significantly low threat.

Based on what evidence?

Since 9/11, there have
been only two known threats

to weaponize radiological material.

Well, my WMD team felt
that it merited a report,

and I'd like for them to
follow up on it... with support.

Because I-I do think that it was

the lack of cooperation between our offices

that provided the conditions

for the worst terrorist
attack in U.S. history,

which, until then, was unprecedented.

Intelligence certainly has

its hands full dealing
with the cyber breach.

State will take the
lead, as I believe I said.

We'll keep the China breach
under the radar, obviously.

And I don't want to make
any deals with China.

Just get the truth.

- Yes, sir.
- Mr. President.

General Ellerman, it's great
to have you on the team.

It's a pleasure to serve.

I was told there'd be donuts.

Well, we'll set you up over at State.

Looking forward to working with you.

Don't ever make the president
repeat himself again.

Bess?

Can I just ask:

Has CIA always been that
territorial, and I just forgot?

No idea.

I tend to let the kittens fight it out.

About your, uh, your
Women's Education thing...

You mean my Worldwide
Partnership for Girls'

and Women's Education
Conference that I am hosting?

I got a request from
the Saudi ambassador...

the girl you've got as
your keynote speaker...

Noura Al-Kitabi. You do
actually know this stuff.

They want to know if you
can look for someone else.

What?!

Apparently, this king
is sensitive about her.

She's been critical of the royal family,

we've got this big arms
deal in the works...

You're asking me to disinvite

an internationally-renowned
champion of education...

a girl who was acid-attacked
for it, no less...

to protect an arms deal?

And not publicly offend one
of our most important allies

in the Middle East? Yes.

If the royal family has such a problem

with what its most celebrated citizen

is saying about them
publicly, maybe they should...

oh, I don't know...

give half their citizens the
right to an equal education.

Oh, yeah...

Or how about just letting them drive?

- Why don't we start there?
- I thought you might see it that way,

so I made a counterproposal.

No one from our side
appears with her publicly.

I'm hosting the conference.

How can I not appear
with my keynote speaker?!

This arms deal creates 5,000 new jobs,

most of them in swing states.

But by all means, you tell the president

you want to put that at risk

so you can get your picture
taken with a teenager.

She's 20, and neither one
of us is even worthy enough

to shine her shoes, so
don't strong-arm me, Russell.

Once the arms deal goes through,

the two of you can go on
Amazing Race if you want to.

Just lay low, avoid the cameras.

That's all I'm asking.

All right.

I'll get word to Prince Asim.

No, I will.

Since he should have come to
me about it in the first place.

Gently, please.

This is the full itinerary

for the Education
Conference for your approval.

Segall University requested
an additional appearance

with Noura Al-Kitabi at
their STEAM Foundation.

Yeah, I actually won't
be appearing with Noura

at any public events during
or around the conference.

Apparently, the king doesn't
like to feel criticized

by a college student, or
he won't buy our F-18s.

The itinerary will be adjusted.

Yup.

All right, I, uh... I need to
speak with the Saudi ambassador.

I'll set up a call.

Ma'am, Walter Nowack from
the International Security

and Nonproliferation Bureau is
waiting in the conference room.

- Great.
- Do they have windows on the first floor?

Because that dude looks like
one of those deep-sea fish

that's never seen the sun.

Walter.

Ah.

It's nice to see you again.

A summoning to the seventh floor.

I'm all atwitter.

We wanted to review your report

on the stolen uranium in Moldova.

- Ah! - You know Jay Whitman,
my senior policy advisor?

In name if not in deed.

Good to meet you, sir.

Just Jay.

Can I get you some coffee?

Please. Please.

Have a seat.

Yes.

You know, we-we still use disposable cups

on the first floor.

It's astonishing to think of detritus

from the Colin Powell era

still moldering in a landfill somewhere.

Like so many of our shouts into the void.

Milk or sugar?

Black.

Thank you.

Walter, we're, uh... we're
gonna be putting together a team

- on this situation in Moldova,
- Ah.

And Jay will be your point person.

It's a shame my report of five months ago

warning of the effect
of corruption on securing

nuclear material in the
former Soviet states...

...failed to gain any attention...

but here we are.

So, organized crime is
your operating theory?

Uh, theory.

You're familiar with Transnistria?

Little breakaway region of Moldova

that the EU can't seem to control.

It's a hotbed for drug and arms smuggling,

human trafficking and other...
recreational activities.

After the last election, the
crime syndicates now exert

their influence at the very
top levels of government.

It's not my operating theory, Jay.

It's... it's reality.

As I said in my report...
fi... five months ago.

I'll send you another copy.

I'm sure we still have it.

Good. Now...

looking more closely

at the details of our uranium heist...

Here's the truck leaving
the nuclear facility.

Here's the driver.

Ah, ah. This is the guy I'm interested in.

Who is that?

That's the chief inspector
of the power plant.

The inspector was in the truck?

Ah. Well, it seems the reach

of the first floor once again exceeds that

of the so-called intelligence community.

And we do it all with disposable cups.

Walter, I'm sorry. I-I have to run

to another meeting, but we'll talk soon.

Oh.

Well, we shall bask in the
fading glow of your attention.

I know.

Too much.

Ah.

Hey, I can just make Alison's
parent-teacher conference.

Will you get the cars ready?

I would, but you have a visitor
from the FBI in your office.

Marguerite Sanchez, Deputy
Director of Counter-Terrorism?

She said it was urgent.

Like miss-my-daughter's-conference

that-I-promised to-go-to urgent?

Well, if you're asking me to
weigh Quakers versus terrorists,

I think the Quakers can wait.

All right, have the cars ready.

- I'm gonna see if I can make this quick.
- Yes, ma'am.

As you may be aware,

I've been heading up a team
investigating the Omer sisters.

Right, the Ohio girls who were
recruited by Hizb Al-Shahid.

We've been working with assets in Libya,

where supposedly, they joined up

with their recruiters three
days ago, but no leads.

Then the Tunisian government
came through with this.

Uh... here.

It's from a security cam

outside a mosque in Tunis
where the girls stopped

on their way to Libya.

Just a guess,

I'm thinking those are not the recruiters

they were expecting.

We've determined they're agents

of the Saudi Arabian government.

Which, it turns out, is where
the girls are being held.

They never made it to Libya?

No, ma'am.

And the Saudis took two of our citizens

without ever bothering to tell us,

even with wall-to-wall
news coverage about it?

The only answer we've been able to
get from the Saudi Arabian government

is that their intelligence indicates

the girls were gonna be used
in a plot against Saudi Arabia.

Wait a minute, that doesn't...

that doesn't make any sense.

Why would Hizb Al-Shahid

plot a strike against Saudi Arabia

when it's basically an open
secret that Saudi Arabia

is where the group gets most of its money?

- We've never been able to prove that.
- I know.

But if we could, I might have leverage

to find out what the Saudis are hiding.

Without it, it's just
a bunch of puzzle pieces

that don't... really fit.

You can see why it
seemed above my pay grade.

Yeah.

I hope it's appropriate that I came to you.

Of course.

I wish more of us reached out.

You think it's a departmental
thing or a guy thing?

That's okay. Don't answer that.

Will you excuse me just...

for one minute? I'll be right back.

Blake.

Already calling Henry, ma'am.

Oh. And listen,

that meeting with the, uh, Saudi ambassador

is now officially urgent...
no more phone call.

- I want him in my office.
- Of course.

So no passive-aggressive

shaming from the Quakers
about missing the conference?

It's okay, you can tell me.

Babe, they're happy
they could get one of us.

Yeah, they're happy to get you.

I've seen those teachers flirt.

And you totally encourage it, by the way.

I encou...? How do I encourage it?

By not engaging.

By being just unavailable enough

that it's like total catnip.

Like that...

I bet, I bet.

So, how was it?

She's doing great. Her math scores are up.

She's even eligible for

an AP calculus course next semester.

Uh-huh.

S.A.T. prep is going well.

And...?

There's a social thing.

This girl's getting bullied online.

They suspended the kids
who put up the Web site,

but they're notifying
the parents of everybody

- who posted on it.
- She didn't.

Yeah.

"Ella Barnes is style free."

Well, I don't know if I'm disgusted

because she participated in it, or...

relieved that this is
the worst she could do.

I was pretty disgusted.

Yeah.

There was a big talk at school

about their letting
the parents deal with it

however we choose.

Well, I-I say...

no screens for a month.

Or, you know what, we'll just
take the phone away entirely.

I mean, this is... this
is total mean girl crap,

and I hate it.

Yeah. But I don't just want punishment.

I mean, I... I want to talk to her.

I want her to do some soul-searching.

Yes. Full religion professor... go.

Jay's here.

Jay's here?

With his baby.

Hey, Jay. Come on in.

Thank you...

Oh, wow!

Look how big!

I'm so sorry to just show up,

but driving's the only thing
that makes her sleep, and...

Are you driving your daddy crazy?

I'm so sick of driving around the block.

Oh, are you kidding?
We're so glad to see you.

- And now the driving's not even working.
- Hi.

- Okay, here, let me just try.
- You sure?

- Yeah. Ah.
- Thank you. - Yeah.

Oh. Right.

No females can resist his charms.

I heard that.

Bet you don't miss having babies.

Tonight I might. Long story.

I'd offer you a glass of wine,
but since you're driving...

Water? Juice?

Not juice. Not juice.

You know, in about six months,

she'll be sleeping through the night,

and you'll actually
look back on this time...

with nostalgia.

Thanks.

It might be about more than just the baby.

Yeah, I kind of thought so.

Stolen nukes

got in your head?

A little.

Maybe a lot.

That inspector from the plant...

why was he in the truck?

To advise on proper disposal?

All the other disposal runs
took place during the day.

This was the only one at night.

The thieves shot the driver point-blank.

But this inspector...
there's no trace of him.

Kidnapped?

Thought of that. But then I went digging

in all the files...

from the nuclear plant, and...

found this.

Uh... sorry.

It got... drooled on a little.

It's a report to replace

the power plant's security supervisor,

dated two weeks before the heist.

And who ordered the rehire?

The inspector.

So you think that the inspector
wanted to hire his own...

security guy who'd... look the other way?

Yeah. I think he was in on it.

DNI, CIA, they...

they think terrorists don't
want to bother with nukes

because it's too much trouble.

But if the uranium comes
with its own nuclear physicist

to show them how to use it?

I'd call that getting the
most bang for your buck.

Looks like I've still got it.

At least one of us is gonna get some sleep.

Oh, look...

Yeah. Yeah.

Huh. You are definitely

onto something.

I was hoping you wouldn't say that.

You know, we had a researcher

at the same nuclear plant in Moldova

targeted by a local crime boss...

Ion Gurian.

The researcher refused to sell Gurian

some radiological detection devices

so his goons could
scrape out all the cesium

and do... God knows what with it.

A few days after his refusal,
the researcher started...

getting death threats, so
we had to grant him asylum,

and now... he teaches at MIT.

It's another report I sent upstairs. I...

So we should find this inspector

who clearly gave them
what they wanted this time.

No. The inspector's... in the wind.

You want to focus on Gurian.

Get eyes on all his usual haunts.

Wait for him to try to sell, get a team in,

- and trap him.
- Shouldn't we check out the power plant?

Look for other leaks in the staff?

If... if you want to waste resources

tailing some mid-level
dupes, go right ahead,

but I am telling you where
you're going to get a hit.

Well, how do...

Walter...

you don't actually know that.

Did you ever read The Odyssey, Jay?

Of course.

Yes, I-I, I mean, you know, it's...

it's been a while.

So, Odysseus comes home...

after the war... it's been 20 years...

but he wants to surprise all the suitors

who have been trying to steal his wife,

so he's dressed like a beggar.

And no one recognized him and he
slaughtered all of the suitors.

Nah-nah-nah... someone
does recognize him.

His dog... Argos.

He's been put out on the
dung heap, covered in fleas,

on the brink of death, but
as his master passes by,

Argos looks up, wags his tail...

and, having seen his master one more time,

he dies.

Argos knew.

How did he know?

He looked past all the noise

to the truth.

Mm-hmm.

I'd still like to put some
surveillance on the plant.

Belt and suspenders.

Yeah, I... I get it.

You're scared.

You think you can stop it
if you plug up every hole,

but you can't stop it, Jay.

This stuff is everywhere.

It's not if, it's when.

So all we can do

is try to look past all the noise,

all the fear, plug up
the biggest hole today,

and maybe... keep it
from happening tomorrow.

That's it.

I know, I know...

back to my dung heap.

I'm doing a column on
homemade spa treatments...

can it wait?

No, not really.

Oh.

You didn't think it was
important to mention that?

No. Because I didn't actually post it.

Stacy Henworth thought
it would be hilarious...

since fashion is my thing...
she posted it in my name.

I know that sounds
lame, but it's the truth.

So you knew she did this in your name,

you did nothing to refute it,

but you still think you're not culpable?

Not totally.

Hm. Okay.

If that's the way you want to look at it.

I'm disappointed, but I
appreciate your honesty.

What was I supposed to do?

That's a good question.

There you are.

Good morning, Madam Secretary.

Does it mean that it's any... less urgent

if you don't lie in wait at the elevator?

Or are you just trying to keep me guessing?

You'll never know.

This is the report from
Jay and the ISN Bureau.

The nuclear material was
detected in a warehouse

outside of Chisinau in Moldova.

CIA is tracking it for a possible sale.

Wow. Coordination between departments.

It's enough to warm my heart.

Despite the, you know,

deadly material possibly
being sold to nefarious agents.

Hi.

Good morning, ma'am.
Prince Asim of Saudi Arabia

is waiting in the conference room.

And Marguerite Sanchez
from the FBI is waiting

- in your office.
- Marguerite is back? Did she say why?

She didn't choose to
share that with me, no.

I suggest we prioritize Prince Asim.

And, just to reiterate our strategy

- with the ambassador...
- I know.

Stick to the education conference,

don't wreck the arms deal, but
do find out everything I can

about the two Ohio girls

- that they have in their custody.
- Being careful to avoid

any intimations of wrongdoing

on the part of Saudi Arabia.

Message received.

No claws.

Will you, uh, tell Marguerite
that I will be with her

as soon as I finish up
with the prince, okay?

Yes, ma'am.

I think you're going to
want to talk to me first.

Prince Asim, I am so
sorry to keep you waiting.

It's not a problem, Madam Secretary.

I'm sure you're greatly occupied

with preparations for
the education conference.

Yes, we're really looking forward

to Noura Al-Kitabi's address tomorrow.

Which I will be viewing remotely.

We're grateful for your cooperation.

- I hope you understand.
- Of course.

As you know, our long
alliance with the royal family

is one we highly value.

I did wonder, though,

as our long-term ally,

why it never came up
that two of our citizens

were being held in your custody?

I assume you're referring
to the Sudanese sisters.

Perhaps when they joined an
international terrorist group

targeting Saudi Arabia,

they forfeited their right
to protection from a country

they willingly abandoned.

The Omer sisters were born in Ohio,

so their U.S. citizenship isn't
really open to interpretation.

What is, though, is whether
or not they were involved

in a plot against your country.

Because, well, our intelligence reveals

nothing of the kind.

It may be possible that
American intelligence

doesn't know everything,

Madam Secretary.

That is true. That's true.

Our intelligence did uncover,

however, several verified documents

detailing the transfer of funds

indirectly from 12 Saudi citizens

to the international
terrorist group Hizb Al-Shahid.

Damning evidence, no doubt.

And surely something that
your country wouldn't want

the United States, your longtime ally,

best oil customer and primary
arms dealer, to know about.

Secretary McCord,

you need to be careful
about what you're implying.

Well, then let's not talk
in implications, Prince.

Let's be open with each
other, as friends should be.

I think that your country is scrambling.

I think the royal family
has turned a blind eye

to your citizens' support
of terrorism in the past,

only this time actual U.S.
citizens are joining the ranks,

and rather than take the
risk of letting them come home

where they might reveal
who supports their group,

you're holding on to them.

Maybe until this arms deal is done,

or maybe indefinitely, I don't know.

My guess is you guys haven't
figured out that part.

That is a great deal of speculation.

It is.

I hope I've been clear on one point:

We'd like our citizens back.

I will take up the
matter with my superiors.

Thank you so much, Prince.

Thanks for coming in.
I really appreciate it.

I assume our arms deal

is in no way impacted by this conversation.

Not in the slightest.

Uh, let me show you out, Mr. Ambassador.

Might have used my claws...

a little.

Ah.

Looks like we got a possible
buyer for the nukes in Moldova.

CIA has a team about to move in.

Circle back to you on this?

The buyer is some middleman.

We don't know yet who he's working for.

Hopefully we can stop the
sale before it gets that far.

How did we know to watch this warehouse?

Lucky guess.

Don't be so modest.

It was half instinct and half science.

See? She gets it.

That's why she's the boss.

Hmm.

Ah.

Yes, yes.

Back to the first floor for me.

I had Blake send down
some cups for you guys.

Real ones.

Oh.

Now, if you want to give us a gift...

read our reports.

You're just in time.

They're moving in on the exchange

of the nuclear material.

Any Intel on the buyer?

Vitalie Morescu.

We still don't know who sent him.

He has affiliations with multiple groups.

A Moldovan gadfly...
that's just what we need.

Entry Point One clear.

Team moving in.

What's the holdup?

No access.

Team retreating for Entry Point Two.

Why is there no access?

I don't know, sir, our floor
plan indicated a doorway.

It must've been closed up.

There's another point of entry.

Yeah, if their cover hasn't been blown.

I've got contact right.

Rooster, pull front security.

Rooster down!

Enemies in front, Divot down.

Rooster down!

Charley and Whiskey down!

Charley's hit.

Dark Horse HQ, we have Divot 4 Charley

and Rooster 5 Whiskey down.

We need evac.

The floor plan was the best Intel

we could get, Mr. President.

I'll look into it with the commander.

You're the director, Ellerman.

It's on you.

Tell me we at least got the uranium.

Buyer has vacated.

We have members searching
the perimeter, no sign.

Package is secure.

We'll have full Intel tracking
that buyer, Mr. President.

That buyer has gone underground now.

Along with whoever sent him.

At least they didn't get the uranium.

Not today.

Kids, I got food.

Ooh!

Eh, uh, those dumplings are for Mom.

I have got to get her eating better.

What's wrong with dumplings?

I mean, you got your ground-up pig meat

perfectly packaged into a
little envelope of starch.

It's like the ideal food unit.

Could you not say "pig meat" please?

Why is she working late?

Because it's a regular weeknight?

Hey, Mom's job has a lot of perks, too.

Box seats to The Wizards
is not my idea of a perk.

Okay, how about a personal
meeting with Noura Al-Kitabi

after the conference tomorrow?

- Are you serious?
- Yep.

What? Dad, that's amazing.

- Oh, sure. Yeah.
- I actually have a math study group,

so I can't go.

Hey, maybe you could skip study group.

You guys are always after me about math,

and now, all of a sudden,
you want me to drop it?

I just meant you could skip a session,

so we can meet an amazing human being.

Maybe I'm just not up for it.

Okay.

We'll miss you.

I know you're mad at me for
not standing up for that girl.

I'm not mad at you.

No, it's worse... it's like
you're just done with me.

Hey. Hey.

No, it's fine.

I don't deserve to worship at the feet

of some living saint, anyways,

since I'm obviously a
weakling with zero character.

Come on, Ali, I never said that.

I should have stopped them, I know that,

but all I did was laugh

because I wanted them to like me.

God, that girl stood up to
the Saudi Arabian government

and I can't even stand
up to Stacy Henworth?

I'm the worst.

Okay, you're far from the worst.

But you did give in to fear and weakness

and that's how most of the worst stuff

that human beings do to each
other is allowed to happen.

But here's the thing:

We all do it. I've done it.

- No, you haven't.
- You-you think there haven't been times

when I wish I'd said something,

or did something to stop something,

when I knew it was wrong?

That's why we need heroes.

They inspire us, so that maybe next time,

we dig a little deeper
to find our best self.

Even if it feels risky.

I just want you to be proud of me.

I am.

I want you to be proud of yourself.

Can I have one of Mom's dumplings?

No.

How's Ali?

She's a flawed mortal
fumbling towards enlightenment.

Mm.

Aren't we all.

And I'm being unavailable

in a way that's totally
irresistible, right?

What's the emergency?

Nothing.

Then why are you doing the elevator ambush?

Force of habit.

Good morning, Madam Secretary.

Morning.

I know you saw that the Omer sisters

were returned from Saudi Arabia last night.

Yeah, and all it took was
a diplomatic boxing match.

I have the full revised itinerary

for the Worldwide Partnership for Girls'

and Women's Education
conference this afternoon.

We're setting up a remote
feed in your office.

Hate that, but thank you.

Marguerite Sanchez from
the FBI is in your office.

She never wants to tell me why she's here,

which I'm trying not to take personally.

Good. Don't.

Oh, I just came along for the ride.

Oy.

Marguerite.

I see you're taking me at my
word to reach out more often.

Sorry to bother you, Madam Secretary.

It's no bother, I promise. I'm very glad

we got such fast results
getting the Omer girls back home.

We did, and thank you.

I wanted to tell you personally

that it turns out Hizb
Al-Shahid was, in fact,

planning an attack on Saudi Arabia.

Ah. So...

in other words, I was wrong.

Oh, no, believe me, it
happens all the time.

You can ask my staff.

What was the target? Did you find out?

That's why I'm here.

One of the sisters
admitted under interrogation

that she was assigned to visit
the home of Noura Al-Kitabi,

gain access as an admirer of their daughter

and then detonate herself,

taking as many of the family
members with her as she could.

Oh.

We're adding additional security.

We've alerted the family
as well as the Saudis,

but I know that Noura

is your guest speaker this afternoon.

I thought you might want
to tell her yourself.

Thank you for coming to
tell me, Madam Secretary.

I completely understand

if you want to cancel
your appearance today.

Uh, we're prepared to do that.

I don't want you to do
anything that you feel might put

your family at greater risk.

My family has raised me to demand my rights

as a full human being.

That is why we have been at
risk from the very beginning.

I understand.

I look forward to seeing
you at the conference.

Unfortunately, Noura,

I-I won't be able to be there.

Of course.

I understand. You're very busy.

Sorry,

I just got on Twitter, but
my mother can't see this.

Well, do your mother a favor and just...

...stay off of Snapchat.

That's where I officially lost control.

Don't worry, Madam Secretary.

Like my father says,

everything will be as Allah wills it.

I think you want the auxiliary...

- AUX...
- I-I know what AUX means.

Oh. Sorry, forgot who you were dating.

I just made this worse
for myself, aren't I?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Ah.

How does it look, ma'am?

Like somewhere I'm supposed to be.

Thank you to Segall University,

to the Department of
State, and to all of you.

It is a total thrill

to be invited to join
the Worldwide Partnership

for Girls' and Women's Education today.

This is something I never
would have imagined for myself

two years ago, when I
gave a speech at my school

about education reform

in my country. I was excited

about our first coeducational
university in Riyadh,

where I hoped to one
day study architecture.

I wanted to work like my father.

I wanted to run for a government position.

I also wanted to meet the
members of One Direction.

"Story of My Life" was my jam.

Please do not judge.

But when I applied for
the architecture program,

I was told I could get a degree,

but I could never practice
my skill until there was

"a workplace clear of men."

Seeing my discouragement,
my father suggested I post

my speech online, calling for

an end to gender
segregation in the workplace.

So I did.

Two days later, there was a man
waiting for me outside my home,

where he threw acid at my face.

After the attack,

- when I saw what I looked
like, I wanted to die. - Hey,

we're watching in here?

No one reads my e-mails.

Sorry, I was touching base with Walter.

We just got some really
weird news from Moldova.

But it can wait.

No. What is it?

CIA tracked who was trying to
buy the uranium in the raid.

It was Hizb Al-Shahid.

The same group that recruited
the two American girls.

Wait, what?!

I know.

It's a crazy coincidence, right?

I don't know if that's a coincidence.

What do you mean?

On the one hand, you have Saudi Arabia,

who does not want us to know

that their citizens are
funding Hizb Al-Shahid,

so... they take those girls hostage

in order to cover it up.

Meanwhile, in Moldova,

we have a group trying to buy uranium,

something no other terrorist
group has been able to do.

Back in Saudi Arabia, we
learn that Hizb Al-Shahid

is targeting the family of Noura

Al-Kitabi, and now,

you're telling me that
that's the same group

that was trying to buy the uranium?

Yeah, but both situations were contained.

- What if it isn't?
- What?

What if their whole point
was to put their main target

right there in front us, while
we all stand back and watch?

- We have to shut it down.
- What?

The conference!

Shut it down! Now!

Blake, please call...

Yeah. Yeah.

Henry.

So today I speak for the invisible.

Can I check your bag, please?

Sometimes it's hard to accept

that this change won't happen in my life.

- But I know this change.
- Pat down.

Is possible.

Please.

Right here.

Dignity begins with a
simple act of respect,

like accepting that
the thirst for knowledge

does not belong to one gender or tradition,

but to all of mankind.

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time,

we ask all audience members

to please proceed calmly
to the nearest exit.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, the
conference is now closed.

There'll be no further
admittance at this time.

Please proceed calmly

to the nearest exit.

What's going on?

This way. Now.

Please stay calm

and exit on both sides...

I'm sorry.

Hurry, this way. This way.

There's an exit over here!

Excuse me, sir...

This way, everybody. We need to get out.

Allahu Akbar!

No.

Dr. McCord, I need everyone in the car.

- We have to call Mom.
- We've got to get you home.

We will. Come on.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Dad!

I'll see you at home.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Go! Go!

Matt... anything yet?

Signals are all down.
We'll keep trying, ma'am.

Jay is on with Head of Security right now.

I would like to know
that my family is alive

before they take me to the bunker.

All three kids are with security.

They're fine. They're fine.

They're being taken to
St. Anne's Hospital nearby.

- Ma'am?
- Wait. Why are they going to a hospital

if they're fine?

They have to be checked
for radiation exposure.

It was a dirty bomb?

I need you to come with me, ma'am.

What about Henry?

Still locating him.

Well, if the kids made it to safety,

I'm sure Henry did, also.

Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me.

- No! No! No! No!
- Hey, hey, hey, look at me, look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I got the bleeding
stopped, okay? You're okay.

There's help on the way. You're all right.