Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 15 - Right of the Boom - full transcript

Previously on Madam Secretary:

ELLERMAN: One truckload
of spent fuel rods

stolen by Moldovan thugs

with no expertise in
handling the material

is hardly what I would
deem a priority situation.

If the uranium comes with
its own nuclear physicist

to show 'em how to use it...

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

Mom is hosting a conference this
week featuring Noura Al-Kitabi.

I think we should all go.

Isn't that the girl who
got acid attacked?



In Saudi Arabia, we learned
that Hizb Al-Shahid

is targeting the family
of Noura Al-Kitabi.

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

that was trying to buy the uranium?

The conference... shut it down. Now.

(beep)

Ma'am!

This way, everybody.
We need to get out.

Allahu Akbar!

No.

- (sirens wailing, line ringing)
- ELIZABETH: Come on.

Please pick up. Pick up.

Come on, come on,
pick up, pick up, please.

Hey, it's Stevie.
You can leave a message,



- but you really should be texting me.
- Oh, damn it.

Stevie, listen, as soon as you get this

I need you to call me back,
baby, okay? Really...

I need you to call me back

- and let me know that you
guys are okay, okay? - (beep)

It's Ali. And you
have the talking stick.

Leave a message at the beep.

Why can I not get in
touch with my family?

(busy signal beeping)

Oh, for God's sake, now what?

The network keeps crashing.

Wh...

Turn around. We're gonna go to St.
Anne's in Virginia.

Negative, ma'am. We're

under strict protocol to get
you to the White House bunker.

No, no, I don't care.
Just turn around, now.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Not your call.

There could be a secondary attack.

- Do you really think that might happen?
- It did on 9/11.

(phone rings)

Whoa, whoa. Uh, Nadine.

- You keep trying, okay?
- Yeah.

(honking)

Nadine, what is it? What do you have?

Uh, we're getting reports of
dozens of severe injuries.

Uh, but no details yet.

We're putting all of our foreign
outposts on high alert.

No, no, no, forget high alerts, okay?

I want every embassy and
consulate on lockdown.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, hey, wait.

Don't go anywhere.
Stay there, stay there.

I got to call you back.

Jason.

Jason.

Hey, baby. How are you?

We just went through triage.

They're saying the bomb is radioactive.

Do you feel sick?

Do your sisters?

No, no, we all tested negative.

Dad got us out in time.

Okay.

It's bad, Mom. I mean,
we've seen people with, like...

there's a lot of blood.

I know. Listen, deep breaths.

Listen, baby, I got to go to
the White House for a little bit

and then I'm gonna get to you
as soon as I can, all right?

You just... put Dad on the phone, okay?

Mom, Dad went back inside.

What do you mean?

After the bomb went off.

I don't know, he wanted to help.

Where is he now?

Pull up, please.

How is she?

- Who?
- How's that woman?

The woman I was helping.
She was wearing

- the orange dress.
- Lots of injured, sir.

You feeling any dizziness, nausea?

Uh, no, I'm fine.
I just need to call my wife.

Sample is positive.

How long were you at ground zero?

Uh, I don't know... seven, ten minutes.

- Look at this.
- What is that?

- He's deteriorating. Hazmat Five,
- What is that?!

dispatch. Patient two-niner
is now Level One.

Radiation burns on both hands,
probable lung exposure.

I need to call my wife.

- Sir. Sir, it's contaminated, sir.
- I need to call her right now!

It's contaminated, sir!

Lay back.

(phone vibrates)

ELIZABETH: Come on, Henry,

come on.

- Can you get down to St. Anne's?
- Yes.

- Find out whatever you can and...
- Yeah, yeah.

- take my security detail with you.
- Yes, ma'am.

POTUS just activated the
National Response Plan.

The Guard's mobilizing, including

the 260th regiment and
the WMD civil support team.

Any sign of secondary attack?

Not yet. But protocol demands
we shelter in place.

You hear from Henry?

Do you know anything?

EMTs found him at ground zero.

He's on his way to
St. Anne's with the others.

Hey, hey.

Our Hazmat teams...

they're the best in the world.

You need a minute?

No, I don't.

Metro police confirm
a complete shutdown.

All airports and roads are now closed.

Our NIRT Team is putting
a perimeter in place.

Exclusion zone will be
a one-kilometer radius

- in Northern Virginia.
- What about airspace?

F-16s are scrambling
out of Andrews now, sir.

They'll be in combat
formation over the district

in less than two minutes.

Preliminary readings
indicate that the device

was composed of C-4 and packed with

fuel grade uranium.

Fuel grade?
Wait, isn't that the same type

that was stolen in Moldova?

But obviously from a different source.

My boys secured that shipment.

I have an update on casualties.

43 wounded, ten critical.

That's just from the blast.

About 100 others are being evaluated

for radiation poisoning.

Could have been much worse
if Elizabeth hadn't ordered

the evacuation of the building.

Our biggest problem now is panic.

Dirty bombs are technically
classified as WMDs,

but they're really more like...

Weapons of mass disruption. I'm aware.

Terrorists just bombed
an American university.

I'd say that's a little
more than a disruption.

She's right, sir.
We can't minimize this.

How bad is the radiation?

Don't know yet.

We got an ID on the bomber.

Linda Peavy, age 22.

NSA got into her Twitter feed.

Has Hizb Al-Shahid's
fingerprints all over it.

ELIZABETH: Was she on anybody's radar?

No, ma'am.
Apparently she was radicalized

several months ago,
but didn't act until now.

A sleeper cell of one.

That's a chilling thought.

Who gave her the uranium?

Unknown. But the man

ultimately responsible is Jibral Disah.

He recently emerged
as the De facto leader

of the organization.

And where is he?

SANCHEZ: Libya.

Care to elaborate?

I wish we could. HS is a new group.

Information about its leadership
and whereabouts are slim.

17 intelligence agencies,

almost a million employees,

and this is the best we have?

Yes, Mr. President. I'm afraid so.

So what's your plan?

We follow the uranium.

If we can trace the
pathway to the bomb,

it might lead us to Disah.

Well, get into it with
everything you have.

I want answers, and fast.

The longer we take to respond,
the weaker we become.

Did you get that statement?

Just sent it.

Oh, my God,

is that your...

Neighborhood? Yeah. We're right
inside the exclusion zone.

So much for living in
a quiet college town.

You hear about Laura Vargas?

Is she hurt?

Shrapnel.

She's in surgery now.

Well, what about
Dr. McCord? Any update?

NADINE: Blake is on his
way over to St. Anne's.

There's no word yet.

How is the secretary
even supposed to function?

Okay. I know this is...

overwhelming.

But right now, we need

to roll up our sleeves

and stay focused.

We can start by figuring out

where that uranium came from.

We know it wasn't domestic.

Right, it's all tightly controlled.

So its was smuggled in.

How?

Well, there are multiple vectors,

all depending on point of origin.

I can get into it with Energy and DHS,

but it's... it's a scary long list.

- We can divvy it up.
- It's the secretary.

Oh. Uh, Madam Secretary.

Hey, is everybody there?

Yes, ma'am.

We heard about Henry.

We're all pulling for him.

Thank you. Um...

look, I-I know that
we ruled out Moldova.

As the source of the uranium?

Yes, ma'am. CIA thinks that...

Thinks they're infallible, got it.

But what if CIA is wrong?

I mean, could Hizb Al-Shahid

have brought the uranium

here in time?

I'm...

not sure that...

Humor me.

Considering the time elapsed

between the theft

and, uh, the detonation?

Yes.

It's theoretically possible.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Uh, coming through, coming through.

State department. Thanks.

McCords. Hi. Do you have
information about a...

(helicopter blades whirring,
sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

Excuse me. McCords? McCord? No.

One squeeze every half minute, okay?

- Thank you.
- Oh, McCord children.

Thank God. You guys all right?

- Where's... where-where's your dad?
- JASON: No clue.

We've been trying to find out,

but nobody will tell us anything.

Um...

All right, wait here, okay?

Hey, excuse me, ma'am, uh,

I need information about a patient.
A Henry McCord.

- McCord.
- McCord. McCord. I don't have him.

Uh, McCord? He's in the HIU.

What does that mean?

Uh, biocontainment. It means

he's critical. Uh, I'm sorry.

The records were falsified.

What are you talking about?

The manifest

for the truck in Moldova

was a fiction, perpetrated

by the same corrupt inspector

who arranged the theft.

How the hell did we miss that?

Well, apparently CIA took
the stats at face value.

How much uranium is missing?

ELIZABETH: Eight kilograms. Enough for

up to three additional bombs.

SANCHEZ: Which, for all we know,

are already here.

At least tell me

- we have some targeting data.
- No, sir. Not yet.

Madam Secretary,
I have Blake Moran for you.

Talk to me, Blake.

Uh, I'm with Dr. Cary,
who did Henry's triage.

Uh, here she is. Secretary of state.

Ma'am, your husband
is expressing symptoms

of radiation poisoning.

Beta burns, nausea, vomiting.

Is he gonna be okay?

We won't know for a few hours.
We're taking bioassays

for estimations. It all depends
on the initial exposure.

Okay, I want-I want to talk to him.

That's not possible.

We're administering DTPA

and a prophylactic dose
of Prussian blue.

Uh, Prussian... That's-that's, uh,

it chelates heavy metals, right?

That's right. Uh, but the
medication is only effective

if his exposure was limited.

What if it wasn't?

We'll try to keep him as
comfortable as possible,

but there's nothing else we can do.

Bess.

How's Henry?

They're running tests.

I know we have the shelter
in place protocol,

but I can make an exception.

Deputy Cushing can ride shotgun
until you're ready to come back.

Sir, we need you.

Henry would never forgive
me if I left now.

DALTON: What is it?

We caught a break.

This is security footage of Linda Peavy

outside a coffee shop five
blocks from the conference.

It's a dead drop.

The dirty bomb is in that backpack.

And this is the man who left it

for her ten minutes earlier.

Do we know who he is?

Facial recognition identified him

as Munthir Tuwala, an
agricultural attaché

at the Saudi Arabian Embassy.

A Saudi diplomat did this?

Tuwala entered the United States by car

early yesterday morning
from Quebec after a flight

to Montreal from Bucharest.

ELIZABETH: Which is only about

200 miles from the Moldovan border.

Our working theory is he was
able to use his diplomatic pouch

to smuggle the nuclear
material into the country.

Son of a bitch

could be the key to
finding Disah in Libya.

- DALTON: Where's Tuwala now?
- At work,

at the Saudi Embassy
on New Hampshire Avenue.

Where we have no jurisdiction.

Marguerite, deploy an
FBI tac team to the embassy.

General Kohl, I want the
National Guard providing backup.

- Right away.
- Yes, sir.

Bess, summon the Saudi ambassador.

Yes, sir, right away.

Madam Secretary, it's Henry.

Oh, please.

Baby?

Hey.

Uh, hey, they finally
gave me my phone call.

Oh, my God, it is so
good to hear your voice.

How are you feeling?

I'm a little woozy.

The worst part is this
Prussian blue stuff

they have me on. It tastes like paint.

Well, because it-it is.

I mean, literally made
from paint. I looked it up.

Okay, you didn't have to tell me that.

You're one to talk, Mr. Fun Fact.

Baby, I want to be with you so much.

You can't, without

a Hazmat suit. Honestly, babe,
that's not a good look on you.

Listen, right now your place
is with the president.

Uh-oh.

Okay, listen. I got to go.

They're about to do some more
medical experiments on me.

Okay. Okay, I'm gonna get
there as soon as I can.

I love you so...

I love you too.

Madam Secretary, I'm as
horrified by this as you are.

Good.

Because the FBI is gonna
be at your embassy

to pick up Mr. Tuwala in five minutes.

I understand your urgency,
but inside our embassy gates,

Munthir Tuwala is on
sovereign Saudi soil.

I have no authority to hand him to you,

not without official proceedings.

Well, you can't seriously think
that we're gonna sit around

and wait for you to talk about it?

You must respect our process.

You're harboring the known perpetrator

of a terrorist attack.

So let me lay out our process:

you're gonna open your gates
and hand over Tuwala,

or we're gonna break them down.

Madam Secretary, that
would be an act of war.

It sure would be.

You have four minutes.

- (sirens wailing)
- (indistinct chatter)

This is your last chance to surrender

Munthir Tuwala!

You have to wait.

We must have permission from the king.

We have our orders.

You cannot enter. We will resist.

Open the gates now.

- Up there!
- On the roof!

Someone get on the roof!

Freeze!

It's Tuwala!

Someone stop him!

We need him alive!

Don't let him jump!

Don't jump!

Don't do it!

(bystanders shouting)

ELIZABETH: With Tuwala
dead, the Saudis are being

much more cooperative.
Ambassador Asim has assured me

that their entire government
is behind our investigation.

All it took was a diplomatic
terrorist face-planting

on New Hampshire Avenue.

Where are we, Ephraim?

Moving into position outside
Munthir Tuwala's apartment

here in DC.

Sir, we have an update on the uranium.

What is it?

My team found a lead-lined
canister in a dumpster

near the embassy. It tested positive

for the same radioisotope signature

as the uranium used in the bomb.

Combined with our analysis of
the material at ground zero,

we are now confident

that Tuwala used his entire supply,

approximately two kilograms,

on the device that
detonated in Virginia.

What about the rest
of the stolen uranium?

CIA is into it,
but the trail is pretty cold.

- Not exactly the stuff of lullabies.
- Our current thinking

is that it's still overseas.

"Our current thinking"?

NIRT team

just gave the all clear. We're
ready to go, Mr. President.

Let's do it.

Apollo team in position.
Standing by for green.

Apollo, you are green to enter.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go!

(clicking)

There it is.

(clicking)

- Clear!
- Eagle, it's empty.

Guy pulled up stakes.

Nothing but an air mattress.

Copy, Apollo.

So much for leads.

So it was a suicide mission all along.

Mr. President,

Saudi GID just gave us
everything they have

on the terrorist
organization Hizb Al-Shahid.

Including a cell phone intercept,

with a recording of Disah's voice.

Alleged voice.

We don't have any recordings
of him in our files.

But if it is him, we have a target.

Yes, sir. NSA says the
signal originated here,

at a compound near Sirte.

I took the liberty to deploy drones,

just in case we get confirmation.

And I'll reach out to our NATO allies,

see if they have anything.

Ephraim, I'm ending the
National Response protocols,

including the order
to shelter in place.

Yes, Mr. President.

- Sir, if that's the case...
- Go.

Thank you.

Godspeed.

Italy, in theory, they've been
sharing everything they have

on Hizb Al-Shahid, right?

All of our NATO allies
have been alerted.

And Ambassador Civarelli responded

- that he doesn't have anything.
- Which is hard to believe,

with Libya right in their backyard.

Not to mention the hostages.

- What hostages?
- (sighs)

In principle, Italy is like us...

they don't negotiate with
terrorists. In practice...

They've been paying ransom
to extremist groups for years.

And you think Hizb
Al-Shahid is one of 'em?

CIA has reports of two
hostages from Libya

who were freed only last week.

DAISY: France, Spain, Austria...

a lot of our allies pay for hostages.

Not from Libya.

And that's Hizb Al-Shahid's hub.

MATT: Well, if Italy's dealt with them,

they have Intel they're withholding.

Look, if I'm wrong, we
risk offending an ally

who needs us more than we need them.

But if I'm right...

Call the secretary.

Right now.

- Where's Henry?
- Isolation ward, right this way.

Yeah, thanks.

Any word on the test results?

Nothing yet. Uh, here.

- What is this?
- Fruit punch. It's all they had.

You forget to hydrate when
you're stressed, so...

Okay.

Okay. Where are the kids?

They're in the chapel. Here,
he's right-right over here.

This room.

Sorry.

Just... Yeah.

Can I talk to him?

Uh...

(quietly): Let him sleep.

BLAKE: You okay, ma'am?

No.

Hey, kiddos. I'm so
sorry I took so long.

- Hi.
- Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey.

Did you see Dad?

He's sleeping.

We're gonna go see him
when he wakes up, okay?

Is he gonna be okay?

Oh, baby, I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I thought religion was
the opiate of the masses.

It is.

But sometimes you need a good hit.

(sighs)

(keys clacking sound effect)

NADINE: Hey there.

Huh?

Oh. Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

I'm just, um....

I'm looking for a place
to crash tonight.

I thought the perimeter was lifted.

Oh, it was.

Yeah. My apartment is ready for me.

I'm just not ready for my apartment.

I got this thing about dust, so...

Okay then.

I would ask Jay, but
he's got the baby. And...

(phone chimes)

Daisy would be... no.

And Blake's studio is about

this size of one of his pocket squares.

So I-I am about five minutes away

from a desperation move on Tinder.

You could have asked me.

Thanks, but I'm allergic to cats.

I don't have a cat.

Really?

Are you sure?

'Cause I-I could have sworn you ha...

You think I'm a cat lady?

No.

Ha. No. Of course not. I would, uh...

I don't know why I said that.

I'll text you the address.

(quietly): What are you doing?

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you. Signor Ambasciatore.

Madam Secretary.

Thank you so much for meeting me here.

I realize it's highly unusual.

No, of course. Of course.

Allow me to present Italy's condolences

to the people of the United States.

Very kind of you. Thank you.

Listen, let me ask,
when I took this job,

did you, by chance, read my bio?

The blurb on State's Web site?

Yes, of course.

You worked at CIA with
President Dalton and...

Right. And my-my uncle

- died on the beach at Anzio. William Adams.
- Yes.

He was 18 years old.

My brother is named after him.

And my country is

eternally grateful, for him

and for every American who
died to save us from fascism.

And yet when we were attacked,
you held out on us.

I don't know what you mean.

Your government has been
paying for hostages in Libya.

The CIA has identified two
being held by Hizb Al-Shahid

in Al Wahat. You have
intelligence you're not sharing.

- The official policy of my government...
- I've had enough of official policy

today. I mean, have you looked around?

Do you see what's happened here?

Well, Libya is already a failed state.

Another intervention would
send waves of refugees

hurtling towards our shores and...

Refugees?

That's your excuse?

Well, I assure you it
is a serious concern

for the Italian people, not to
mention our national security.

It's funny you should bring up security.

Because maybe if we stop
the people who attacked us,

then your voters

will stop being kidnapped.

Well, it's never that simple.

Mmm, hardly. I agree.

But sometimes it is.

We have a recording that
we think is Jibral Disah.

All we need is confirmation.

Secretary McCord,
your husband is awake.

He's asking for you.

I trust that your government's
gonna do the right thing.

The doctor will be
with you in a minute.

Hey. Hi.

- Hi.
- Finally!

People without needles and pills!

We love you!

- Hi.
- Secretary McCord,

I have the results of
your husband's bioassay.

Henry's exposure was limited
to one sievert of radiation.

That's enough for some nasty symptoms,

but it's well below a fatal dose.

He's gonna be fine.

Oh. Thank you.

Mom, let go of the doctor.

- ALI: Can we see him now?
- Go ahead.

We can? Okay.

(chuckling)

Hi. Hi. You're in.

You're in! Hi. Hi, hi.

Hi, Dad!

- Hi, sweetheart. Hi, big man.
- Ooh!

Come on.

- Hey, buddy.
- How you feeling?

Oh. Waiting for my
superpowers to kick in.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Hi. Yeah. I just want to go home.

- Can I go home?
- As soon as you sign the release.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Okay.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

So, is it cool if I spend the
night at Bobby's tonight?

Seriously? A sleepover, Jace?

What? I'm returning to normalcy.

Normality.

It's an accepted form.

Uh, not while I'm still breathing.

Jace, are you seriously asking?

No. Come on. We're gonna
go home as a family.

While your father's still breathing.

STEVIE: Besides, don't you want to see

- if he glows in the dark?
- Ma'am,

uh, I have Jay for you.

Tell me the Italians came through.

Big-time. The recording's authentic.

Former hostage ID'd it as
the voice of Jibral Disah.

So we have a target?

White House is expecting you.

(engine starts)

Babe...

It's okay.

I got...

I'm in good hands.

I love you.

- I love you.
- Okay.

Take care of your dad.

I will.

Where are we?

Our Reapers are just coming into range.

Sir, before we launch,

I think we should consider
a capture mission.

What's the situation on the ground?

Difficult. There are a number
of active militias in the area,

plus whatever guys HS
has behind those walls.

Well, after today's attack, I'm
not eager to underestimate them.

I agree, sir.

We could be looking
at heavy casualties.

For a target of this value,
isn't it worth it?

I'm not saying go in hard.

We can monitor then slowly contain them

with Special Forces.

How confident are we
that Disah is there?

80%.

A man matching his description

was seen entering the compound
a little over an hour ago.

In 2001, we slow-played
it on bin Laden.

It was almost a decade
until we saw him again.

Public does want a win, sir.

So do I.

And I don't want
another Tora Bora, Dennis.

Take the shot, Admiral.

Yes, sir.

Reaper One, Reaper Two,
you are cleared to engage.

Copy. Missile on the way.

Time of flight: eight seconds.

Seven, six, five,

four, three, two...

(door opens)

NADINE: Come on in.

Here. Uh, let me take your coat.

Oh. Oh. Thank you.

Are you thirsty?

Is-is that you with Nelson Mandela?

You know what, I...

I could go for a scotch.

Single malt or blend?

Surprise me.

Okay.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Ah, Gael.

(speaking French)

Sorry.

That was an old friend.

We were supposed to go see
Uncle Vanya this evening

at the Kennedy Center,
but it was... canceled,

obviously.

(strums note)

- I didn't know you were into theater.
- Secret's out.

(laughs) Mm.

That's lovely, isn't it?

That was a present from Boris Yeltsin.

Do you play?

- I dabble.
- (laughs)

I had to learn for an
experimental piece

my dance troupe did in Minsk.

Here's to unexpected skills.

Wow.

Smoke bomb.

(laughing): Yeah.

(sighs)

It's not the night for that expression.

Sheets.

You know, I always
figured that you lived

more like a...

Not a cat lady, all right?

I just mean more like me.

Half of my furniture

is from Ikea.

And that's the good half.

Well, we all have our priorities.

I just can't

get out of the mindset
that this is all temporary.

Well, if you're worried
about job security...

Well, that's a given in this town.

No, I mean... I mean life.

And that was before

someone set off a bomb
in my neighborhood.

When I was a kid, I had severe asthma.

Oh.

I spent most of high
school in the hospital.

My prom date was, uh, the most
beautiful drip bag on the ward.

- (laughs)
- I grew out of the worst of it.

Some of my friends weren't as lucky.

That explains your fear of dust.

(laughing)

My rational mind knows
that it's safe to go home.

But I just... I can't.

Not yet.

Well...

you can stay here as long as you like.

No need for rationality.

I'll get you a pillow.

(distant sirens, horns honking)

(footsteps approaching)

Wow.

- They sent the secretary of
state to check on me. - (sighs)

Well, the president was busy, so...

Mm. Yeah. Mm. Excuses. Excuses.

Gosh.

Hit by a dirty bomb,
and I still find you hot.

Well, that's probably
'cause I'm radioactive.

- (laughing)
- (chuckles)

What do you think was up with Jason

and that whole sleepover thing?

Oh, he's a teenager.

I think maybe he's
afraid to sleep at home

because on some level,

this house is a target.

This house is a fortress.

So was the conference.
Look what happened.

Speaking of, the doctor said

that the tourniquet you applied
to that woman's leg...

it saved her life.

Hmm.

What is it?

I've decided to rejoin DIA.

Oh.

Wow.

You know, why don't we talk about this

when you're feeling better?

Babe, don't patronize me.

You know, a few hours ago,

I didn't know if you
were gonna live or die.

Can't we just take a minute here?

No. Hizb Al-Shahid
isn't taking a minute.

You really want to have
this conversation now?

Okay, fine, but you know what?

I don't think that we can handle

the both of us being in
the line of fire again.

Look what it did to our
marriage the first time.

We were fine.

We weren't.

I wasn't.

I got to close my eyes.

Of course.

(sighs)

NADINE: Good morning.

Good morning. Please.

Eggs in the hole.

The one and only dish in
my culinary repertoire.

You shouldn't have.

It's just a small token
of my appreciation.

I know it was an imposition.

It really wasn't.

I should be thanking you.

It's hard to be alone in
the wake of a tragedy.

Honestly, I was happy for the company.

Me, too.

So, how runny would you like your egg?

It really doesn't matter.

The pan's on fire.

What?

Oh.

Uh, uh, uh...

(laughing)

(both laughing)

Jane, I want back in at DIA.

I'd ask what changed your mind,

but, uh, it seems fairly obvious.

A dirty bomb does have a
way of clarifying things.

That's irony for you.

Okay. I'll run it up the flagpole,

but it should be a formality.

In the meantime, take care of yourself.

- I will.
- Seriously, Dad?

- You should be resting.
- STEVIE: Have you met our father?

He doesn't just march to the
beat of his own drummer.

He killed the drummer
and smashed his drum.

Did he also kill the doctor
that ordered him to stay in bed?

Okay, okay, enough metaphoric violence.

Um, and I'm feeling much
better, thank you for asking.

Oh, good.

Okay, bye. Please rest.

HENRY: Bye.

- I will.
- I love you.

- You, too. Bye.
- Bye, Dad.

Are you going?

- Yeah.
- All right. Bye.

Bye.

(door closes)

Did you call Jane Fellows?

I did.

I support your decision.

No, you don't.

(sighs)

Okay.

I'm not gonna divorce you over it.

Well, that's fair enough.

Okay, good. Now will you
please get back in bed?

Well, that depends.

You gonna come with me?

I'll give you five minutes.

You okay for tonight?

You know what? I think I'm okay.

Oh. Good.

That is, until the next
national existential crisis.

You know?

(elevator bell dings)

I'd like the secretary's
remarks for the NCTC by noon.

On it.

WARE: Satellites confirm

the target was completely destroyed.

But new SIGINT indicates

that Jibral Disah was not
present at the compound.

- You're sure?
- His phone

pinged from as-Sultan,
about 60 klicks away.

Obviously our recon
team was mistaken about

the target's identity.

We probably missed the real McCoy

by a matter of hours.

ELLERMAN: So for all we know,

he's gone to ground,

free to rebuild the
organization at will.

I made the wrong call.

No... sir.

It was worth the shot.

We eliminated key members
of the organization.

The secretary is right.

We, uh... we did real damage.

Then again, that wasn't our mission.

Mr. President,

I'd like to offer my resignation.

ELIZABETH: Ephraim, what...

what are you doing?

The right thing. Now that

the dust has cleared on the dirty bomb,

I have to take responsibility
for the botched raid at Moldova,

and the failure to track

the uranium used in the bomb.

I'm the director

of national intelligence.

The buck stops with me.

No. This wasn't on you, Ephraim.

Not by a long shot.

I won't accept.

Sir.

DALTON: But rest assured,
heads will roll.

We need to make changes, and fast.

JACKSON: Something our
proud bureaucracy

isn't exactly known for.

Sir, if I may.

If we're going to
prevent future attacks,

I suggest creating a
special working group.

- How special are we talking?
- I mean,

an elite group with executive powers.

- The tip of the spear.
- ELLERMAN: You're describing

the National Security Council.

No, the opposite, actually.

We need to bypass the mandarins

and find people who are willing
to challenge the status quo.

Hizb Al-Shahid is

unlike any terrorist
group we've ever seen.

If we're gonna stop them,

we have to think outside the box.

I'll take it under advisement.

For the moment, let's adjourn.

I have victims

I have to go see.

Dennis, why don't you hang back?

(wind whistling)

Mate in three.

No, no. No, I...

I can... Oh.

JASON: Busted.

- So much for superpowers.
- HENRY: Hey, watch it. I could

- still have death rays. Well played, Padawan.
- (phone ringing)

FELLOWS: I'm afraid your
request has been denied.

What? Why?

No idea.

But word is that Director
Ellerman just got fired.

SecDef might be next, and the
bleeding doesn't stop there.

The whole IC is in turmoil.

That doesn't explain the decision.

Look, I'm sorry, Henry.

I wish I had an answer for you.

(clicks, beeps)

Did you block me at DIA?

Excuse me?

I was rejected.

Somebody had their finger on the scale.

Well, I-I didn't have
my finger on any scale.

Yeah, but you weren't exactly
thrilled about me rejoining.

Did you say anything to
Ephraim Ware or Russell?

Are you actually accusing me here?

Look, maybe you just
complained about me rejoining,

and they took it from there.

I don't complain about you, Henry.

Not anywhere. Not at work.

And I'm starting to feel attacked.

Well, I'm feeling played,
because it makes no sense.

(sighs)

I'm on your side. I...

Good.

Then call the president and
ask him to reinstate me.

Uh...

(phone buzzes)

Hello.

Okay.

Well, you can ask him yourself.

That was the White House.

Conrad's on his way over here.

Now?

Hi, Conrad.

Henry. Good to see
you back on your feet.

Good to be back on my feet.
Hey, Russell.

Can I get you a drink?

No, I'm good, thanks.

HENRY: I will get out of your hair.

No.

- Stay.
- Uh...

Oh, God.

Jason! Socks!

- Sorry.
- JASON: Sorry!

Sorry.

So, I, uh, heard you're
interested in rejoining DIA.

Yeah, that's right.

But, apparently, the
feeling wasn't mutual.

They were just acting on my orders.

I see.

Because your wife told
me something this morning

that stuck with me.

I'm starting a working group,

and making Russell its point man.

I want the circle to be tight

and close, and I want you to be on it.

JACKSON: I'll check
in from time to time,

but for the most part,
it'll be autonomous.

What? Uh, uh, uh, wait.

I'm playing catch-up here.
What is this?

It's a special working group,

tasked with tracking Hizb Al-Shahid,

in particular its leader, Jibral Disah.

JACKSON: With the ultimate goal

of eradicating both.

Okay.

Okay. Why me?

DALTON: Because you have experience,

an impartial point of view,

and, frankly, because I trust you.

JACKSON: And given
what we're up against,

your religious expertise
should be invaluable.

My background is really more Medieval.

(chuckles) So is our enemy.

As far as we're concerned,
your fitness for this assignment

is unmatched.

And State will be fully read in.

Which means that I'll be...

We can actually...

- Talk.
- ...talk to each other.

JACKSON: With luck, we should be able

to cut through any intelligence
community disconnects

and bring Jibral Disah

to justice, swiftly.

DALTON: So, Henry, what do you say?

You up for helping to capture

the most wanted terrorist on the planet?

Yeah. I'm in.