Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 18 - On the Clock - full transcript

How about this one?

You can't wear that.

It'll strobe on camera.

Really?

Well, does that mean that I've
been strobing all this time,

and no one has bothered to tell me?

Not every time.

And nothing bright.

It'll make you look like you're
trying too hard to be friendly.

Oh, what about your black turtleneck?

Dirty.



I can't wash it 'cause your
dad broke the washing machine.

What about a black blouse?

Isn't that too Matrix?

Excuse me, I did what?

You broke the washing machine.

You put too many bath sheets in it.

What's a bath sheet?

Looks like a regular
towel, only way bigger,

so if you put more
than one in the machine,

it derails the basket.

Why do we have them?

I think it was a housewarming gift.

I mean, do we really have to go back

to primordial ooze on bath sheets?



No, please, I'll take care of it.

Sexiest words in the English language.

Wear this.

It's not too "schoolmarm
in a B western"?

I don't understand
anything you just said.

What's the interview?

It's a basic profile
piece with Jane Pauley.

I mean, nothing too difficult.

Really? The original stealth journalist

disguised as America's sweetheart?

Uh, it could be difficult.

Then all the more reason to look good.

Then wear that.

"Schoolmarm in the B
western" is always hot.

Grace Kelly in High Noon?

Come on.

Good point.

All right, problem solved.

Who's Grace Kelly?

Totally messing with you guys.

She invented the Kelly bag.

The White House is hosting
a peace summit today

between historic enemies,

Pakistan and India,

two nuclear powers that most
foreign policy experts agree

are likeliest to start a nuclear war.

I-I think as long as the
two sides are talking,

good things can happen.

The disputed region of Kashmir

has been a flash point for decades,

three wars having been fought over it.

Is Kashmir on the table?

Everything is, including
nuclear disarmament.

That sounds like a fantasy.

Well, so did

the Berlin Wall coming down...

and the Red Sox winning
the World Series.

If you can't dream it...

What are your long-term
goals, Madam Secretary?

Beyond world peace?

How do we get there?

This is not what I was expecting.

She's doing fine.

They said "friendly profile piece."

Well, it's totally friendly.

They look great together.

They could have their own show.

I should be there.

Well, why aren't you?

We both decided Blake could handle it

and... because he wanted to and
they said it would be friendly.

What about China?

I understand you've developed...

What now?

Oliver developed this App

that busy people can
share which lets them know

when they have a simultaneous window

of spare time in their schedules.

Apparently, we both have
55 minutes starting at 1:15,

so I can just hit accept,
and we have a plan.

Sexy.

I know it's nerdy.

I think it's sweet.

Is it?

And romantic,

in its own way.

You mean a "last kid picked
in gym class" kind of way?

It's his manner of showing
you that you're a priority.

And I can see that thrills you.

Just takes some getting used to.

Let's move on to another
topic in the news, Doomsday.

Glad we're lightening it up.

The Doomsday Clock, to be exact.

Okay, now you can relax.

I mean, the Doomsday Clock
isn't exactly the hard stuff.

For those of you who are unfamiliar,

this symbolic clock is set

by the Bulletin of
the Atomic Scientists,

a nonpartisan organization

comprised primarily
of renowned physicists.

Starting in 1947, the
Bulletin has set their clock

for so many minutes to midnight.

The closer to midnight we get,

the nearer we are to Armageddon,

with midnight being
nuclear annihilation.

In the 1990s, after the
Soviet Union collapsed

the clock moved back to
17 minutes to midnight.

Today, with global nuclear
weapons modernizations

and growing arsenals,

the clock stands at
four minutes to midnight.

But now, Madam Secretary,
there is talk of moving it up

to three minutes to midnight

at the Bulletin's meeting
here in Washington this week.

Do you think this is a comment

on the Dalton administration's
foreign policy?

They're not policy experts,

and they certainly aren't privy
to national security briefings.

So you disagree with their
gloom and doom assessment.

I think with the leaders
of India and Pakistan

meeting at the White House today,

the world is getting safer.

Morning.

Hey, uh, can you give
me, uh, a recommendation

for a good lunch spot

in the area?

Uh, we only have 55 minutes,

so it's got to be fast
service, but not too fast,

not like, uh, a cafeteria setting,

but something sit-down

and upscale feeling, but speedy.

Yeah, you need to put that away.

All right, I believe everybody knows

Oliver Shaw, our cyber guy.

He has a pitch on a new method

to track down Jibral Disah.

Thank you, Russell.

Jackson. Sir.

Our last attempt to establish contact

with our subject, Hijriyyah,
Disah's secret third wife,

through her former
teacher was successful

in that she did engage
with said correspondence.

She answered the e-mail.

Correct.

However, the IP address was spoofed,

and subsequently we ended up

at a dummy server in South Korea,

but I've come up with a work-around.

Let's hear it.

I've developed a special rootkit

that can be hidden within
an e-mail attachment.

Once it's opened, the rootkit
will share the physical location

of the computer with Murphy Station.

At that point, all we have to do

is lie in wait for Disah to arrive.

Well, that's not quite
as easy as it sounds.

These guys were smart enough

to spoof the IP address.

Hijriyyah's not gonna automatically open

an attachment.

It would have to have
some personal significance.

Catnip?

Naughty nurses, or what have you?

- What?
- Not that I ever open those.

We have to proceed with caution.

We might only have one more
kick at the can on this.

I think we can get Laila on
board, but it'll be delicate.

Henry and I can approach him.

She might have something in her archives

that can serve as bait.

Great, then we have a plan.

Just let Oliver know

when you're ready to hit send.

Uh, CJ's

on G Street.

Tell 'em you know me. Wait.

Don't tell 'em.

Do whatever you want.

Prime Ministers Verma and
Khoosat should already be

with the president in the Oval Office.

Elizabeth, I saw your
interview this morning.

Ah.

Damn Doomsday Clock.

Pretty sure we covered several
actual international crises

that I made sound like
polite disagreements.

Yeah, but the clock can hurt us.

It's metaphoric.

The timing couldn't be worse.

Of the metaphoric clock?

With the election coming up?

Problem is .86% of American voters

know about the clock.

So less than one percent.

But 79% of that .86% think

it's a reliable indicator
of global security,

and in a few swing states,

we're not expecting Dalton to
win by more than 79% of .86%,

so the president would like you

to get into it with the Bulletin people,

see if you can put the brakes

on this "moving up the clock" business.

The president actually said that?

Of course not, but I speak for him,

though I don't actually
want to speak on this issue,

'cause it would be unseemly

for the White House to lobby on this.

But not for the secretary of state.

I was thinking your people.

You can't lobby scientists.

You can lobby anyone.

It's the great equalizer.

Thought that was death.

If we lose the election,
I'll want to be dead.

Just do it, please.

I'll get into it with our people.

Ellen Hill is in there with him.

I've been gone five minutes.

- What the hell?
- Last I heard,

she wasn't meeting with
the Indians and Pakistanis.

She's not.

What happened?

We just got word that a Pakistani C-130

hit rough weather as it was attempting

to land at Pasha Air Base

in the Thar Desert, near
the border with India.

It crash-landed on the
other side of the border

in India 15 minutes ago.

Uh, but we're confident
it was an accident.

We have a satellite moving into
position to get a better look.

The problem is the Pakistanis
launched a rescue mission.

Without India's approval.

India, of course, is insisting
they'll handle the rescue

and warned the Pakistanis not to
violate their sovereignty again.

Why the hell are the
Pakistanis being so brazen?

We have the leaders of both countries

right here in the building.

Can't we just get them in
a room and work this out

before something goes horribly wrong?

Or "wronger."

As much as I would like
to think that would work,

Prime Ministers Verma and Khoosat

aren't exactly drinking buddies,

and I don't want to
put fuel on this fire.

It's a hell of a way

to kick off peace talks.

Congratulations on your confirmation

as national security advisor.

How's your first day going?

Mr. President, we just got
our first satellite pictures

of the crash site.

- Did it explode?
- No.

Pilots must have dumped fuel.

It's a good thing, because of this.

Some kind of bomb?

The blunt nose cone and
60-inch body indicate

a heavy spherical core and
thick protective shielding.

You got to be kidding me.

I wish.

That's not just any bomb, sir.

It's a nuclear warhead.

So when are we going to talk
about the elephant in the room?

Which elephant would that be, sir?

Beginning to feel like a herd.

The fact that we didn't
know the Pakistanis

were moving a nuclear bomb.

They hate that we spy
on their nuclear program.

That's why they're always
moving the bombs around.

And we're supposed to be tracking them.

It's an intelligence failure.

Yes, but, to be fair,

I think it's an impossible mission.

The mission is to grab up the nukes

in the event that the government falls.

That's hard to achieve when
we don't know where they are.

Given the fragility of the regime

and the fact the radicals would
almost certainly take over,

we can't afford intelligence failures,

unless we're okay with
nuclear weapons ending up

on the open market and falling
into the hands of terrorists.

Listen, all right,

the Pakistanis and the
Indians are minutes away

from a shootout over a nuclear bomb.

I think we need to
prioritize our elephants, sir.

Prime Minister Khoosat, welcome.

Madam Secretary.

Am I to assume that President Dalton

chose to speak with my
Indian counterpart over me?

These aren't the circumstances

that any of us expected
to be meeting under,

so we can debate the protocol later,

but right now

I need you...

to call off your military
incursion in India.

Oh, not an incursion...

a simple rescue mission
of our plane's crew.

A column of tanks and heavy artillery

is hardly a simple rescue mission.

You do know that we have satellites.

We have a front row seat,

featuring a perfect view

of your nuclear bomb.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You need to get your
military to stand down.

Does Prime Minister Verma know?

You must be kidding.

Prime Minister Verma,

there are three things
I never kid about:

God, taxes, and nuclear bombs.

Now, you need to call your generals

and tell them to hold their fire.

Laila.

Hi.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

This is my colleague, Jane Fellows.

We won't take up much of your time.

I-I only have a half an hour for lunch.

And I-I don't have
anything else to say.

I did what you asked.

Yes, you did

and, uh, we greatly appreciate it.

But now that you've established
contact with Hijriyyah,

we need you to send
one more message to her.

We were hoping you could send her

something a little more personal,

to remind her of your
time together back home.

Maybe a video of some kind,

or a PDF of an old assignment, or...

Yeah, although...

don't you people have
anything better to do?

Why are you so interested in Hijriyyah?

What do you want with this girl?

I insist that you tell me.

I understand you're taking

your oath of citizenship tomorrow.

Congratulations.

So this is a threat.

No.

Not at all.

Could you just see if
you have anything else

that-that might speak to her?

I suppose I could take a look.

But I can't promise that
I will find anything.

Thank you.

Good luck tomorrow.

So we barely avoided an all-out
war with Russia in the fall,

Hizb Al-Shahid is still out
there plotting more attacks,

and now India is gloating
that a-a Pakistani nuke

crash-landed within their border,

and we're supposed to convince

a bunch of hippie-dippie physicists

that the world isn't
getting any more dangerous?

Apparently, the Doomsday Clock people

also take global warming into account,

but yes, that's pretty
much our marching orders.

Marching into a firing squad.

And now it's time to execute.

So to speak.

Matt, would you please work

with the people on the first floor

on bullet pointing all the positive

diplomatic outcomes from the last year?

Those guys haven't had
anything positive to say

since the Wall came down.

And even then, they were
griping about the clean up.

On it.

Absolutely.

Our time is theirs to squander.

We serve at the pleasure.

Even when it's painful.

Daisy...

this whole Doomsday Clock issue

seems to have touched a nerve.

Really? No.

I'm just trying to
get my head around it.

Okay, it's just...

clocks.

One big, terrifying clock

can't help reminding me of another.

Of a more biological nature.

Exactly.

And not just babies.

All of it.

I see.

Well, I don't mean to pry.

No, you can pry.

Clearly, I need to talk about it.

It's affecting my work.

Okay, here it is.

I'm already two years
behind on my life plan.

If everything had happened
the way it was supposed to,

I'd be married and pregnant by now.

As it is, I'm still dating,

and the guy I'm dating... what is that?

I mean, could it really
be a forever thing?

He can barely spare 55 minutes...

how's he gonna have a baby?

That used to be my mind at 3:00 a.m.

Now it's all the time.

And that's really why

you can't commit to him?

Because he's too busy?

No, it's not just that.

I mean, sure, he's a genius

and successful

and funny

and adept, if you know what I mean.

Yes. Thank you.

Up to speed.

And I know that sounds
like the whole package,

but there's this one thing

that really matters to me.

He lacks spontaneity.

Just to go out to lunch,

the guy has to create an App.

I don't want both of us to be

driven and result-oriented.

What kind of life would that kid have?

Two overachieving,
slightly obsessed parents?

He'd be in therapy by preschool.

See, I need someone to bring
out the spontaneity in me.

It seems to me like you
have no idea what you want.

I know exactly what I want.

Just because it's rigid and unrealistic

doesn't mean it's unattainable.

Words to live by.

Verma agreed that India will stand down

and allow a small Pakistani
team to cross its border

and tend to their plane's crew.

Oh, good.

I think Khoosat will go for that.

But he was pretty insistent
about wanting his bomb back.

Yeah, he might, uh,
have to wait on that.

NGA analyzed the satellite
pictures of the warhead.

Apparently, its triggering
mechanism is badly damaged

and the bomb's "penalty" system

is most likely extremely sensitive.

I'm no physicist,

but I don't think you
want your nuclear bomb

overly sensitive or in penalty.

The penalty system will set off the bomb

if it's tampered with improperly.

And I guess crashing in the
desert wasn't very proper.

So it needs to be defused.

Quickly, expertly,

carefully.

We might have to get Khoosat
and Verma in a room after all.

I-I'm gonna catch up with you.

Just one second.

Do you mind?

- Can I just steal you for one minute?
- Yeah, sure.

You've heard about everything
that's going on here.

Yeah.

So I know it seems pretty
petty for me to bring this up,

but you said you'd handle it,

and it's just causing
me a lot of anxiety,

so I thought I would check.

Oh, the washing machine.

It's fine.

I ordered the part online.

It'll come tomorrow and I'll fix it.

It'll be fine.

You'll fix it?

I thought you were
gonna call a repairman.

No, I said I would take care of it.

Henry...

It's fine.

I don't want to bring
up the garage door.

That was a total fluke.

A fluke that crushed two bicycles

and nearly took out the UPS guy.

Are you aware that I'm capable

of overriding a navigation system

on a fighter jet at 40,000 feet?

I feel really out of control

when a major appliance is broken.

Like I can't take care of my family.

- I know.
- And Alison is two days out

of her school uniform

and then she'll get demerits.

Jason doesn't even have a "B" wardrobe.

And I am already in the sad underwear.

It's gonna be fine.

I promise.

I should have known you
could never negotiate

in good faith.

Oh, so you think we crashed
our plane on purpose?

- Okay... - I think your military
only agreed to negotiations

if you moved your nuclear
bombs closer to our border.

- You don't care about peace.
- Prime Minister...

We can move our weapons
wherever we want.

Oh, then we can refuse

to talk to your puppet government

that is controlled by warmonger generals

that aren't even serious
about negotiating.

None of this will matter

if that bomb goes off.

Which it very well may,

unless we agree on a plan
to defuse it and fast.

I am sending in a team of engineers.

- No, you're not.
- It's our weapon.

In my country, and if you
can't even transport it

without crashing into our lands,

how are you going to defuse it?

India will send in a team of experts.

To work on Pakistan's bomb?
No. This will not happen.

How will you stop us?

We thought you might have this reaction,

so we have another idea.

The United States will send

a Joint Tactical Operations team

to defuse the bomb.

In fact, they are already in the air

- from our base in Qatar.
- It is our bomb.

Only our engineers know the design.

Yes, and your people

will be there to advise.

Without actually... touching the bomb.

And since the site is inside India,

an Indian team will be there
to oversee the operation.

We know it's not ideal
for either of you.

But it is a compromise
that you can both survive

politically.

Now, unfortunately, we don't have

any more time to talk about this.

So are we all in agreement?

Well, so much for our
do-gooding teacher.

After your visit, she
immediately e-mails Hijriyyah

to warn her about our
attempts to track her down?

I assume that's what you're looking at

with those graveyard expressions.

We knew this was a possibility.

Yes, so we managed to
intercept the e-mail.

But I have had a change of
heart about our strategy.

I am going with arrest and detain her,

ransack her apartment,

block her citizenship

and leave her to the
mercy of Immigration.

You got my vote.

Oh, here's Henry

to tell me why that's too extreme.

Her e-mail showed no complicity

with terrorists or radical jihad.

If she had known that Hijriyyah
was married to the world's

most wanted man, she might
have been willing to help.

She lived for years under
a very oppressive regime.

All she saw was a
powerful government agency

suddenly targeting a former student.

She was concerned for the girl's safety.

That is profoundly uninteresting to me.

I'm turning this over to Jose now.

Put together a small tactical team

to go in there and turn
the place upside down

for anything that might be of use.

Yes, sir. My pleasure.

You two, get fine with this.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to see about a nuclear bomb.

You may have a handle on, uh,

military ethics, Professor,

but I come from the
school of whatever works.

And this works.

How's it going?

No mushroom cloud.

Not yet.

Sir, our JTOC coordinator

at the bomb site

just sent his latest assessment.

They still think they
can defuse the damn thing?

Yes. But it's not the type of warhead

they expected to find.

What the hell is it?

A hydrogen bomb.

The hits keep coming.

Well, no wonder the
Pakistanis were so reluctant

to let us get under its hood.

So not only did we not
know they were moving it,

we didn't even know they'd
upgraded their technology.

Of course the secretary
is aware of the situation.

Of course she's involved and
of course it is being managed.

It's a misplaced nuclear bomb, Evan.

Do you really think anyone's

waiting around to see how it plays out?

You absolutely can print that.

Hey, ready to go?

I got a recommendation
from Russell Jackson.

It is a six-minute walk.

I printed up the menu,

so we can decide what to
order on the walk over.

And you are looking at me

like you have no idea
what I'm talking about.

The 55-minute window.

I forgot.

But can't.

I have to convince

the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists

to not move the Doomsday
Clock up one minute.

Oh, seriously?

That is so cool.

How is that...?

The people

on the Bulletin's
Science and Security Board

are like rock stars in
their individual fields.

Nobel Prize-winning
physicists and engineers.

I'm a big fan of their work.

And not everyone knows this about them,

insane partiers.

Just before they announce
their publication,

they throw a big blowout
into all hours of the night.

Well, as someone with insight
into these great minds,

do you think I'm gonna
be able to get them

to keep the clock where it is?

- Yeah...
- If the bomb were to detonate...

I don't like your chances.

So, I'll-I'll bring something back?

...a nuclear weapon this
close to the Indian border...

a highly-militarized border...

while in the middle of
sensitive peace talks.

Hey.

Hey.

Where are you going?

Uh, just out for some air.

Sure, I'll buy that.

Oh, hey, I've got good news.

I got the order confirmation.

The part for the washing
machine is coming in tonight.

Great, repairman's coming tomorrow.

No, you didn't.

I called Earl.

No, not Earl!

He knows his stuff.

He's judgy and pessimistic,
like if you break an appliance,

your whole house is
broken and there's no hope.

You just have to move.

I know, and then he fixes it.

Look, I-I-I realize
that you could do it.

But it's not your... specialty.

And Earl? That's all he does.

And when you have a problem,

you get the right person for the job.

Babe, it's a washing machine.

It's not a nuclear bomb.

I know that.

I do have perspective.

But he's coming anyway.

First thing in the morning.

I love you.

Bomb's defused!

Oh, wow.

Ah...

Well, good thing

we weren't on the JTOC team.

Sorry, I guess, uh,

averting a nuclear disaster

got me a little revved up.

Well, that's almost adorable.

Yeah, now the hard work begins.

Are they really going to fight
over custody of this bomb?

They've already dug in.

Damn nuclear arsenal's

the Pakistani people's
greatest point of pride.

Well, the Indians aren't gonna be seen

handing their mortal enemy

their weapon of mass destruction back.

I should've stuck to teaching.

Prime Minister Khoosat,
sorry to keep you waiting.

I was actually surprised
to be left alone

in the Oval Office.

Well, you are the, uh,
first foreign dignitary

ever to have the privilege.

You're not going to convince
me to give up our bomb.

Mr. Prime Minister,

the reason we kept you
waiting is because it took

quite a bit of arm-twisting
to get Prime Minister Verma

to agree to give up
your nuclear warhead.

This is good news.

Yes, Verma agreed to turn it over

to the United States.

We understand this is
not exactly what you want,

but it keeps India from learning
your proprietary designs,

so you maintain whatever
strategic advantages

you already have.

We know your arsenal
has more than 100 bombs.

In practical terms, one
fewer won't really matter.

My generals will never accept this.

Well, this is the only
deal India will accept.

I suggest you convince your
generals to get on board

before the Indians change
their minds and take your weapon

to their labs to be dissected.

No.

Absolutely not.

It would make me a traitor

to my people.

You would take a hit

politically.

The alternative is war with India.

Do you think your
people would prefer that?

Yes, I do.

I don't have anything for you.

You need to let me in.

I looked for an attachment.

I couldn't find anything of interest.

We intercepted your e-mail.

So, what comes now?

You deny my citizenship
application and you send me

back to Libya?

I'm not in favor of that, but shortly

you're gonna be meeting
some people who are.

I can't protect you
if you won't cooperate.

Please, why can't you
just leave me alone?

Are you familiar with the oath

you're planning to take tomorrow?

I'm not vowing

to take action against innocent people.

For all I know you're going
to drone strike her village.

You're going to raid her
home, kill her, call it

collateral damage.

I can't have the blood
of that girl on my hands.

I will only send this
e-mail if you can assure me

that she will be safe.

I can't do that.

Well, then I can't help you.

Hijriyyah's father married
her to a very dangerous man.

The most wanted man
in the world right now.

We have no idea what
her allegiances are.

And you're right.

Most of the people I
work with don't care.

But judging by the e-mail
she sent back to you,

I believe that she is an unwilling

and unhappy participant
in a dangerous place.

The message was a cry for help.

You think that by doing
nothing you're helping her?

You're not.

If you stay silent, you'll
be punished for your betrayal.

I didn't betray...

Hijriyyah will stay in the
care of a violent fugitive.

Someday we're gonna catch him.

I can't tell you when day
that will be, but we will.

And no one is gonna care about
her safety when that happens.

If you help...

...you'll be giving
Hijriyyah her very best chance

at making it out alive.

As I'm sure you're aware,

we'd like to continue

the conversation we started earlier

about the Doomsday Clock.

We thought our ideas could be

expressed more accurately in person.

We took the liberty of
making a list of things

this administration has done
to increase nuclear safety,

including... and especially...

the historic peace agreement with Iran,

our Pacific Rim trade agreement,

our peace treaty with Russia.

Well, that was a squeaker.

The president remains committed

to the issue of climate change.

His first year in office,

he passed new standards
for carbon emissions.

He created new incentives for
alternative energy sources.

Look, the clock isn't a bank.

It isn't a point system.

It's real time,

based on a real threat assessment.

It's not subjective.

It's math.

It is a bit theoretical,

but it's still math.

Well, all right, while
we're talking math,

we've provided you with
this administration's budget

for Federal-supportive science

and nuclear security.

Support, which by the way,

would shrink considerably

if the opposing party
were to take office.

Well, now you're just blatantly
campaigning, Ms. Tolliver.

This isn't politics.

It's science.

We're moving the clock up two minutes.

This morning it was only one.

This morning Pakistan and India

weren't on the brink of a nuclear war.

But the vote isn't final.

Want to put some money on it?

All right, well,

who can we speak with then?

We tried to contact Stuart Bachman,

the President of the Bulletin,

but he didn't return our calls.

Yeah, he hates phones.

But you can try him
at the rager tonight.

He's usually in a
pretty good mood there.

Your big doomsday party?

That's happening tonight?

Yes.

The sweet spot is somewhere between

the second martini and
the shots of mescal.

After that it's just
a lot of running man.

Shirtless running man.

And screaming about buckyball

versus M-brane theory.

Yeah, get there early.

Hmm.

That's just Islamabad.

We're getting reports
of increasing violence

and protests in Karachi, Rawalpindi,

and Lahore over India
keeping their bomb.

Very Arab Spring.

Short of getting their
bomb back, I'd say it's

only a matter of days before
Pakistan's government collapses.

Or a matter of hours.

What is the situation

with the bomb, Ephraim?

The JTOC team is literally
acting at this point,

going through a series
of final safety checks

that aren't really necessary.

It's getting tense.

Pakistan's amassing
troops along the border.

India, of course is responding in kind.

How quickly can we get
our people out there?

As long as it takes them to run

to their choppers... a couple HH-60G's.

Assuming they don't get
caught in the crossfire.

But basically we're looking
at Pakistan imploding

or going to war with India.

Either way,

their nuclear arsenal
becomes incredibly insecure.

Available to the highest bidder.

Russian GRU has already reached out

to work in concert with us to secure

Pakistan's nuclear weapons.

But we doubt their intelligence
on them is any better than ours.

So this is where we are.

Maybe we're going at this the wrong way.

What do you mean?

Maybe the time to negotiate has passed.

Ms. Ayyad, United States
Immigration Service.

Open the door.

Open the door, Ms. Ayyad.

The door!

What the hell?

Stand down.

Here's our attachment.

Whatever works, right?

Thank you for waiting,
Prime Minister Verma.

My country is preparing
for war; I need to get back.

Have you seen the news?

Islamabad is burning.

I cannot control their people.

That's true.

The problem is Khoosat won't
go down without a fight.

He will choose war over his
government being toppled.

This is up to him,

and there's nothing more
for us to talk about.

Prime Minister.

We need to agree, right now,

to allow Pakistan to
have its weapon back.

It will be a black eye for India,

but a hell of a lot better than a war

with millions of casualties.

I already agreed to allow the
United States to hold the bomb.

Which was very diplomatic of you.

Unfortunately,

the rioting in Pakistan
has changed that equation.

Indeed, it has, but
we've had many conflicts

with Pakistan since the partition.

We're prepared for another.

And we're prepared...

to deliver you a package of RQ-4

spy drones

and AT4 anti-tank missiles

and membership into our
Pacific Trade Partnership,

which would bring tens, if not hundreds,

of billions to your economy.

How about this...

instead of war?

The window on diplomacy has closed.

I must go.

Jaya.

This isn't a negotiation.

Excuse me?

The United States team
that worked on the bomb

is going to load it inside
one of our helicopters

and return it to Pasha Base
inside the Pakistani border.

India will be within its rights
to shoot down your helicopter

before it reaches Pakistan.

Yes.

And that would be very foolish.

Prime Minister Khoosat.

Surprised you hadn't
returned to Islamabad yet.

Oh, it's easier to manage
things from here than on a plane.

It's a difficult time,
so I'll cut to the chase.

The United States might be willing

to deliver your nuclear
warhead back to Pasha Base.

What about India?

Well, we can handle India,

though it would severely harm
our relationship with them.

But it would be worth it to us

if you give us something
that we want very much.

I'm listening.

Complete access to your
entire nuclear arsenal.

You'll provide us with real-time
reports on their movements,

we'll verify with our own
signals and human intelligence.

We want to know where your bombs are

at every second of every day.

This is insane.

Well, you know we've always
been tracking your arsenal

with human Intel... for exactly
a situation like we faced today.

My government cannot tolerate

your nuclear bombs falling
into the hands of radicals,

which is a distinct possibility
should your government fall.

If you don't give us our bomb back,

my government will fall.

And you will be out of power,

which, I'm just guessing,
is the real reason

why you haven't gotten
on your plane yet.

Things don't look good for you at home.

If I were to give you
access to our bombs

and it ever became public,

I would be ousted.

True.

But you will definitely be ousted

if you don't take this deal.

If you want to take a
chance that I'm bluffing,

that's your call.

So?

Our chopper carrying Pakistan's nuke

just crossed the border and
is landing at Pasha Base.

Well, that was easy.

How did Khoosat take our demands?

Well, let's just say I don't expect

to be on his holiday card list anymore.

Ephraim is already
coordinating with ISI.

Pakistan and India now hate our guts.

Though, officially,

Khoosat is crowing about
standing up to India

and restoring his nation's pride,

while Verma is claiming the
mantle of great statesman,

maintaining the peace

while gaining economic
victories for her people.

Our big peace deal is toast.

Oh, give 'em ten years.

They'll come around.

In the meantime,

access to Pakistan's
nuclear arsenal... is better.

Better than peace?

Another day.

What?

Oh, I think that's him over
by the grim reaper piñata.

Dr. Bachman?

Yes?

Excuse me. How do you do?

I'm Nadine Tolliver, chief
of staff for Secretary McCord.

This is Daisy Grant.

I left several messages.

Yes, you have a very intelligent voice,

but I bet you get that all the time.

Not really.

Uh, mostly I just get a call back.

Well, there wasn't any point.

I know you were concerned

about the Pakistan and India situation,

but since it's been
resolved, you have to admit,

it was a pretty substantial
move away from midnight.

We're still moving the clock up.

We don't base our
decision on just one event,

rather on global trends.

We understand that, Dr. Bachman,

but it was no small feat
to avert that crisis.

A lot of people made a
lot of intelligent moves.

Yes, and that's why we're only
going up one minute not two.

You're welcome.

Now go get yourselves a drink.

I don't like to talk shop at a party.

- Dr. Bachman!
- Ah.

I guess one is better than two.

I had a feeling this whole
thing was a nonstarter.

You can't dissuade people
with that much integrity.

They're in the pocket of "Big Truth."

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Okay, this is getting a little weird.

You knew I'd be here
because of the calendar App.

Well, yeah, but I'm here
because I was invited.

I'm psyched to meet these people,

and, to be honest, they
are excited to meet me.

I'm sure.

Listen, I know this isn't
exactly the right environment,

but I have to bring up
something kind of awkward.

This is exactly the right environment.

Alcohol and geeks.

This is about us.

I know, the calendar
App is driving you crazy.

We don't have to stick to it.

I did manage to sell it though.

I had to get that in there.

Excuse me, you're Oliver Shaw?

Suzan Simmons.

So happy to meet you finally.

Oh, same here.

- This is Daisy Grant.
- I know.

Listen, my husband
is too drunk to dance,

and I have to bust a move or go nuts.

Again, I am your guy.
Uh, hold that thought.

I'll be right back. Uh...

We're in.

Uh, sorry about that.

You have my undivided attention.

What did you want to talk about?

I didn't know you did that.

What, dance?

Spur-of-the-moment dancing.

Uh, or spur-of-the-moment anything.

Uh, she asked.

Can I have the next one?

Really?

Absolutely.

Um, okay, here's the thing.

Do you want to have a baby with me?

Oh, my God, uh, I
didn't mean it like that.

- Well, I did, but not quite like that.
- Sure.

Really?

Yes, absolutely.

Wait, you don't mean, like, right now?

No.

Eventually.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Please don't sulk about this.

I'm not sulking.

Honestly, I'm just tired.

I know you hate Earl.

- I was up late.
- But he does make our appliances work.

I've got bigger things on my mind.

Okay, good.

Because you know what, there's no shame

in letting someone else do the job.

Well, looks like I came
out here for nothing.

Earl, I know you always think

that it can't be fixed...

It doesn't need to be fixed.

It's got a brand-new spin pulley in it.

It's not the model I would have used,

and it needed to be
tightened, but works fine.

Really?

Yeah, listen, I got to
charge you for the visit.

Just for my time.

I hate to do it, but I'm on the clock.

Not a problem.

Have a good day.

And don't overload that machine.

No bath sheets or anything.

Got it.

When I tell you I'll take care
of it, I'll take care of it.

I'm going back to bed.

I can be a few minutes late today.