Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 19 - Desperate Remedies - full transcript

As-salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum salaam.

Nice, isn't it?

Sharp, anyway.

A gift from Jibral Disah.

You've done your homework.

I like that.

Yeah, the caliph in Libya
sent it when we pledged

our allegiance after his
glorious attack on America.

Surprised they sent you.

"No negotiating with terrorists"



and all that.

I'm not here

as a U.S. official.

Tonight, I bring a proposal

from the government of Iraq.

Go on then.

They're prepared to return

five of your fighters

captured on the battlefield in Ramadi,

in return for the 106
Nigerian schoolgirls

in your captivity.

It's a good offer.

What's your answer?

I like a practical gift.



How about I send you back
with this one's head in a bag?

What'd you think of

that for an answer?

I think such an answer

would be beneath the dignity

of an emir like yourself.

You're a clever one, aren't you?

Where you from, anyway?

New York...

but my parents are
from Abuja, like yours.

That's why they sent you,

'cause we're both Hausa.

We're gonna bond over our
immigrant experience, are we?

Nah, mate.

I am a king...

and you're just a messenger.

Give him your answer

in your best schoolgirl English.

My sisters and I

are most happy here

as wives to the glorious defenders

of the one true faith.

The only way

we will part from our husbands

is as martyrs in death.

Which is what they'll be

if anyone comes looking for them again.

Blood...

death...

and cleansing fire.

That is the emir's
answer, now and always.

Your ranks are depleted.

You need those fighters...

Go, messenger,

and tell them what I said...

before I forget my dignity.

And at 9:00, you've got

Dan Hass from the Office
of Management Policy,

Rightsizing, and Innovation.

I wonder if he's the innovator

behind the word "rightsizing."

Hey, that's Jareth.

Pull over, pull over.

Oh, ma'am,

we're already running late.

Jareth!

Hey.

Oh, Madam Sec...
Mrs... uh, Stevie's mum.

Elizabeth.

Oh, good, Elizabeth.

Rubicon crossed.

Um... I... do you...
I'm just running late.

I can see that.

Can't we give you a ride?

I wouldn't want to impose...

Oh, just get in the car already.

You're not the only one running late.

Right, thank you.

Of course.

This is unnecessary,

but totally appreciated.

Don't be silly. Where are you going?

Uh, Metro station three
blocks up would be perfect.

Great.

Jareth, you cannot run around

in the snow in those.

Are you crazy?

- They're fine.
- You'll catch pneumonia.

You need a good pair of winter boots.

W-what was the name, Blake,

of those boots that I
got Henry for Christmas?

Uh, I will double-check
and send Jareth the link.

Oh, oh... really,
that's-that's not necessary.

Do yourself a favor and
do your mother a favor,

and invest in a pair of these boots.

Promise?

Okay, I promise.

Good.

Chris,

you're one of the few Westerners to meet

Hadi Bangote face-to-face
and live to tell the tale.

Did you learn anything about him

that you think could be useful?

Well... he's got a huge
ego, that's for sure.

Loved being called the emir.

Other than that,

he's as close to pure
evil as I've ever seen.

So, your opinion is that Boko Haram

is opposed to any further
attempts at negotiation

to get the girls back?

Oh, violently opposed.

So as far as this working group

is concerned, our recommendation

for securing the girls' release is...?

Back to the drawing board,

in so many words.

Folks, I know this is a setback,

after all the months
of work we've put in,

but let's keep thinking outside the box.

The Secretary remains committed

to seeing these girls get home

to their families... and, Chris,

Secretary McCord wanted
me to personally convey

her appreciation for your bravery

- and commitment.
- We can't let them down, Jay.

We're going to stay after it.

We can't let them...
can't let them down.

You all right?

Yeah,

uh, just had a headache
come on all of a sudden.

Can I get you some aspirin?

I just need some air... I'm...

Chris!

Quick, call 911.

Chris! Chris...

Thank you again

for the lift.

Appreciate it.

Thank you.

Of course.

And say hi to my daughter for me

- when you see her.
- Yes, absolutely, thank you.

And get those boots, you!

Yes, the boots!

Too much?

Did I come on too strong?

Oh, ma'am, we can't go
to the State Department.

Why, is that the White House?

No, I mean, we can't go
to the State Department.

It's being evacuated.

Since we pinged Jibral Disah's
new wife Hijriyyah in Libya

at this location several days ago,

we've had a high-altitude drone

surveilling the compound...

but so far we've had no sign of Disah.

Or Hijriyyah.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

What's that supposed to mean?

For a compound that size,

you'd expect a lot more activity,

vehicles coming in and out...

that sort of thing.

Disah is the most wanted
terrorist in the world.

We know he's gone to a lot of trouble

to keep his new wife a secret.

Of course, but other than
one older woman limping off

to the mosque every now and
then, there's been nothing.

No movement.

It's hinky.

And no visual I.D. on Hijriyyah?

If she's in there,

she has not set foot outside in a week.

We're considering the possibility that

perhaps SIGINT was inaccurate.

Meaning what?

That the wife's not there... at all?

We've got nothing?

Okay, guys, ask yourselves:

is this the kind of report

that will bring a smile to
the president's weary visage?

Will he brighten and say,
"Looks like my crack team

"hasn't found anything.

"That's okay.

I just like having them around."

Excuse me, sir.

All right, you get where
I'm going with this.

Think of something
fast, or it's your asses.

Now I've got other problems.

Because he'd recently
been in West Africa,

they took him to NIH in Bethesda.

The doctors there spun
his blood, and he's...

got Marburg virus.

Oh, God.

How's he doing?

Well, he's got a hemorrhagic fever.

How do you think he's doing?

Media's gonna be all over this.

Tell me his cover's

watertight.

Well, officially, he
was on a USAID mission

to Cameroon to explore
alternative energy sources.

He visited a wind farm or
whatever to back that up, right?

We can't have it getting around
who he was really meeting with.

Yeah, Russell, he visited a wind farm.

Meanwhile, the Truman building

is being scoured by
guys in Hazmat suits,

one of my best diplomats
was just admitted

to a Level Four bio-containment ward,

and dozens of others
were potentially exposed,

including by the way,
my top policy guy, okay.

So how about we put a
pin in second-guessing?

Yeah, sorry.

Fair enough.

Damn shame about those
schoolgirls, though.

I swear, if I could get my hands
on the bastards who took them...

I don't get off on
watching people suffer,

but those guys...

I might.

I know.

Sorry, anyway, Director
of CDC's briefing POTUS.

We better get in there.

Sorry we're late, Mr. President.

Dr. Rickman just caught us
up on the domestic front,

but I'm guessing the Africa part of this

is gonna be the real challenge.

Sir, we've learned that the area

of Northern Cameroon
Mr. Santumari visited

has experienced a
cluster of Marburg cases

unreported till now.

It's probably due to its isolation

and its lack of medical infrastructure.

Compounded, of course, by
Boko Haram's terror campaign.

So what's being done about it?

That's where things get tricky, sir.

Normally, the remote
location of the outbreak

would be good news.

- Because it's more containable.
- Local and international

health agencies could
implement protocols

that would contain the outbreak.

Isolate the infected,
educate the populace

on how the disease is
spread, things like that?

That's correct. If we could do

those things, most likely the virus

would burn itself out

without doing too much harm.

But the spoiler

is Boko Haram.

First of all, their name means
"Western Education Is A Sin,"

which should give you
some sense of how they feel

about Western medicine.

They'll do their best to thwart

any containment effort.

Partly for ideological reasons,

and partly because they hope

to exploit this outbreak...

to conquer more territory.

So why don't we just

cancel all flights from West Africa

and focus our energy on keeping
more cases from getting here?

Because they'll get here anyway.

Sir.

Marburg spreads through
the bodily fluids

of people infected.

In crowded situations, it can be

highly communicable.

If this outbreak goes unchecked,

it will soon reach
major population centers

like Maroua.

And then it will spread
from there via highway

and air links to even larger centers.

21 million people live

in Lagos, Nigeria, alone.

If it gets there...

We're talking about

millions potentially exposed,

and after that...

It's everywhere.

How deadly is Marburg, Doctor?

Well, depending on other co-morbidities

such as the person's
general health and access

to quality medical care,
the Case Fatality Rate

is between 24

and 90%.

The key to boosting the odds of survival

is early and intensive
medical intervention.

Bess, get into it with Cameroon.

Find out how to secure

the necessary medical aid

without capitulating to Boko Haram.

Will do, sir.

We've got to stop this thing

while there's still time.

Ladies and gentlemen,
with any luck we'll be back

on the seventh floor within a few days.

Until then, if you're
working logistics on Cameroon,

you're in the TV room.

Matt and Daisy, you're
in the dining room.

Any questions?

Yeah, what's the Wi-Fi password?

Oh, that would be, uh,

"Professor Whiskers RIP" all lowercase.

We moved in the day after
Jason's hamster died.

Ma'am, I have Jay calling
for you on line one.

Oh, thanks.

A-A-And thank you in advance,

everyone, for your
professionalism, and welcome

to my home, it's an
honor to have you here.

Feel free to raid the fridge.

How you doing there, slugger?

Aces, apparently.

No symptoms.

Good.

Abby hanging in there?

Yeah, she's a trooper, and, uh,
Chloe's napping away at home.

God, I envy toddlers.

I'm sure I'm gonna see you soon,

but in the meantime,
how are you keeping busy?

Besides not obsessively surfing WebMD...

'cause I'm totally not doing that...

I thought I'd finally
catch up on Downton Abbey.

Ugh, I bailed after
Matthew Crawley bit it.

He did, huh?

Buddy, how far behind are you?

Ma'am...

Ambassador Aissatou has arrived.

Listen, I-I got to run, Jay.

I want regular updates

on temp and vitals.

Texts every two hours, got it?

If they stop coming, say nice things

about me at my funeral.

Oh, it'll be nothing
but mortifying stories.

- Three words...
- No, please, don't.

Vatican...

State Dinner.

They accepted my apology.

Yeah, but God won't.

Point is, unless you want

to be embarrassed for all eternity,

don't die on me, Whitman, okay?

I, uh... I'll do my best, ma'am.

Ambassador Aissatou, welcome to my home,

and also, sorry.

Please, Madam Secretary,

a meeting at your private residence?

I am the envy of
diplomats the world over.

We want to assure you...

Mom,

I need to talk to you about something.

Ambassador Aissatou,

my daughter,

Stevie.

Pleasure to meet you.

Excuse me.

I'm very sorry.

Don't be.

Knowing how to make an
entrance is half of politics.

The other half being a graceful exit.

Yes.

My apologies, as I was
saying, we want to assure

you that the United States
and the international community

stand at the ready to
help contain the outbreak

in Cameroon if you'll allow us.

I have my government's proxy
to entertain all offers of aid.

A team from

the Global Emergency Foundation
is stationed in Ghana.

They're prepared to deploy
to Cameroon right away.

They will be most welcome.

They'll travel to the affected areas,

assess the severity of the outbreak,

and set up a base camp
for further operations,

but they will need
robust force protection.

Can your military supply them with that?

I will see to it that they
have all the troops they need.

And then depending

on the team's results and success,

more resources will follow.

Well, as time is of the essence,

we have a team here with
whom you can coordinate.

Of course.

Won't you come with me?

Thank you.

Hey, Mom.

Sorry about the interruption.

Don't worry about it, it happens.

What's up?

Okay, so I know things
are crazy right now.

Um, I mean, everyone
at school's wigging out

about Marburg virus, and if...

if now is not a good time,
I completely understand.

We can talk about this later...

Five minutes ago wasn't a good time,

but now's okay.

Okay, so...

Oh! Did Jareth tell you

that I gave him a ride this morning?

Yeah, uh, he did, and a-apparently

you bought him some boots?

Well, after Blake texted him the link,

I went on the company's site, you know,

just to make sure they still had

- his size and stuff.
- What?

You know his size?

Yeah.

Blake's really good at eyeballing

that kind of thing.

So, they had this

one-click purchase button,

I was just like, bam,

- right in the corner...
- Ew, Mom, I just have to stop you

and tell you that this is weird.

- The boy needed boots!
- Who is he,

Tiny Tim?

Okay, I shouldn't have
to justify being nice

to your new boyfriend.

We'll talk about it later.

Mom, seriously.

This is weird!

You're weird!

Well, time to find out

how much this hunch of
yours is gonna cost us.

"Us?"

You're not the one who
had to wrangle a next-gen

surveillance drone from the Air Force.

How'd you get them

to turn it over so fast, anyway?

I told you, I've got an old buddy

works out at Creech in Nevada.

"Old buddy."

Shut up.

Okay, here we go.

Here's the gas station

where the convoy stopped six days ago.

Which we noted at the time,
but didn't think much of

because, again, it's a gas station.

And, again, we're desperate,

so let's just test Jane's theory.

Go ahead with the microwave camera.

Let's look underground.

Okay, now pull out.

Holy crap.

Look at that.

It's a tunnel.

Nice work, Jane.

Okay, great, guys, we got it.

That tunnel took some
serious engineering.

Between this and the SIGINT,

signs point to Disah
stashing Hijriyyah in there.

Now, this part's just a theory,

but those trucks were
there six days ago,

and maybe they do a regular resupply.

Which means they could
be back any day...

and if Disah is as taken with
his new bride as we think he is,

there's a decent chance
he'll be with them.

We need to get better
eyes on that tunnel ASAP.

ASAP is a tight turnaround

to scare up sources on the ground,

but I'll get into it.

Got any old buddies
you can ask for help?

Oh.

Ma'am?

Yeah.

We've just gotten word

that the medical team has arrived

at their base camp,

and the Cameroonian military
is securing the perimeter.

Well, that's good news.

Tomorrow they'll start sending out

assessment teams with armed escorts

into the affected areas.

Thanks, Blake.

Hey.

Any word

on Chris Santumari's condition?

No improvement.

Good night, Blake.

Good night, ma'am.

This guy came in off the road.

Soldiers didn't want to touch him.

Says he's got nausea, vomiting, fever,

rash on his chest and back.

All right, let's get him into isolation.

Check a CBC, CMP, and LFT and get a set

of cultures.

Sir, we're here to help.

He's got a bomb!

Allahu Akbar!

How many killed?

Seven, and most of the survivors

are now infected with Marburg.

Other aid workers have lost confidence

in the Cameroonian military

and are now refusing
to commit more personnel

until the security situation improves.

Just what Boko Haram wants.

You know, the Soviets tried
for years to weaponize Marburg.

They appreciated

its lethality, but couldn't crack

the delivery system.

They didn't realize that

all you need is one infected
fanatic and a little C-4.

Three cheers for human progress.

So, what now?

Try to muster up some
African Union or UN troops?

No, that would take months.

By then, we'd be looking
at a full-blown epidemic.

So we suit up the 82nd Airborne

in biohazard gear and fight

the insurgency and the
disease at the same time.

With all due respect, sir,
such an operation would be

singularly dangerous and bloody.

Not half as bloody as
getting it through Congress.

Well, you two better get to work then.

All right.

All right.

Well, unless somebody
has a better idea...

that'll be all.

Get a better idea...

fast.

But isn't luring us
into a ground campaign

in remote territory exactly
what Boko Haram wants?

Yes, which brings me back to
that whole "better idea" thing.

...can guarantee your safety

despite fighting with us.

Wait a minute.

Inshallah, this disease will flush out

the unbelievers.

Who's this guy?

From our caliphate.

Where's Hadi Bangote?

Normally, they set off a
firecracker and he's waving

his sword all over the Internet.

...struck down by the mighty hand

of Allah.

What?

Chris Santumari's condition
has taken a turn for the worse.

How much of a turn?

This morning

they determined he has

"clinically deteriorated."

They gave him the
experimental treatment.

The first human trial,

so they're down to Hail Marys.

Call his wife.

Ask if I can pay him a visit.

On behalf of the nation,

I want to thank him for his service.

Yes, ma'am.

Take me to Bethesda.

Our hypothesis

was that the convoy would return

to resupply the house.

Looks like we were right.

According to Jose's
sources on the ground,

several men got out of the trucks,

some of them carrying supplies.

They went into the gas station,

but they haven't come out.

Thermal imaging shows
they went into the tunnel.

Any of them Disah?

Yeah, before we answer that...

this Marburg thing...

do I need to pull my kids out of school?

What, it's so crazy that I have kids?

They'll be fine.

Honestly if they're your kids,

Marburg is the least of their problems.

Anyway, one of them appeared

to be the leader and matched Disah's

physical description.

Problem is that his face
was completely covered,

so our sources on the ground
couldn't make a positive I.D.

Who are these sources?

One's a freebooter out of Tripoli,

posing as a traveling merchant.

The other one's an ex-spy from Chad.

My guys have worked
with them in the past.

You trust them?

Hell, no.

They'd probably sell out their
own mothers to make a buck,

but I trust their greed.

The question is,

if there's a 60% chance
Disah is currently

in the compound, do we drone it now,

or wait for him to come
out to make a positive I.D.

and risk missing a clean shot?

Can we do it without killing Hijriyyah,

who's most likely being
held against her will?

No time to put boots on the ground

and raid the compound, I guess.

There's a Delta team on
an undisclosed JSOC base

about two hours to the east,

but by the time they spin up,

Disah will probably be long gone.

Well, no sense in going
to all this trouble

to kill a man only to
not be sure he's dead.

Let's wait for the positive I.D.,

then we'll hit the trucks.

I'll consult with POTUS,
but I'm sure he'll agree.

Oh, listen,

I know there's a lot of
noise out there right now

about the virus.

I appreciate your focus
on the job at hand.

Keep me posted.

His wife's name is Vanessa?

Yes, they've been together nine years.

Kids?

Two daughters, Aisha and Kim.

And he still went.

He told Jay he'd want
someone to do the same

for his girls.

- No interruptions, okay?
- Yes, ma'am.

Mrs. Santumari?

Hi.

Hi.

Look... it worked.

The treatment... it worked.

That's incredible.

Two hours ago, I was telling his parents

to hurry down here because I didn't...

Oh, God, where are my manners?

I'm so sorry.

Madam Secretary, this is Dr. Hart.

It's a pleasure, ma'am.

Ah, believe me, the pleasure's all mine.

Doctor, tell her what you told me.

Well, his fever's down,

uh, his vitals are stable.

We are very optimistic.

The drug that we gave Chris
works along similar lines

to ZMAPP, which was developed for Ebola.

In that case,

many patients were symptom-free

and on their feet in a matter of days.

Now, we cannot be 100% sure,

but we believe that Chris
is moving in that direction.

It's a miracle.

Sometimes we get those around here.

- I'm very happy for you...
- Thank you.

...and relieved.

Listen, anything you
need, call me directly.

Thank you

so much.

Doctor, can I speak
with you for a second?

Sure.

This drug could be a
complete game-changer

for us in fighting the
outbreak in Cameroon.

It's very promising, I agree with you.

Unfortunately, it's still
in the experimental phase.

W-W-Wait.

Come on, I mean, desperate times.

Can't the FDA fast-track it?

The key component in the drug

is derived from genetically
modified tobacco plants,

of which we've grown very few,

so even if the FDA gave
us the go ahead today,

we would still be years out
from having enough medication

to turn the tide of that outbreak.

How much is there?

After this morning, three doses.

Thank you.

Hey, you're asymptomatic, right?

Hello to you, too.

Yeah, as of 20 minutes ago, I'm fine.

So even if you

had the Marburg virus,

the only way I could catch it is through

the exchange of bodily fluids, right?

I'm starting to feel sexually harassed.

Well, don't worry,

'cause you're gonna stand over there.

No problem.

You're braver than
my lawyer, by the way.

He would only review my will by phone.

That's fantastic news.

Chris's wife must be so relieved.

Yeah, she was.

Selfishly, I'm kind of
glad the doctors have an ace

up their sleeve, even if
there are only a few doses.

Did you watch the Boko Haram video?

Weird that Bangote's not in it.

It is, right?

Spectacular attention-getting attack,

you'd think a megalomaniac like
him would take all the credit.

So, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking he's got Marburg.

Talk about poetic justice.

Well, it only makes sense.

The disease is highly communicable.

He's at the epicenter of the outbreak,

and he's crossed paths with at least one

infected person, Chris.

Let's say he's gone off the grid

because he doesn't want the
world to know he's dying.

He's on record as saying

the, uh, pure of faith won't get sick.

So he's embarrassed

because it turns out science is real.

So what?

If he's sick, what else is he?

Terrified of dying a
slow, agonizing death.

I think there may be
an opportunity here.

You cannot seriously
be thinking of offering

- that man one of the few
- We've got to contain this outbreak.

- existing doses of the cure
- We have got to have a cease-fire

- you've got.
- in place with Boko Haram.

You've got to be kidding me.

Jay, this drug could
be our only leverage.

So you'd rather give
it to a mass murderer

than to any one of the decent
people who've been infected?

- I understand.
- No, you don't. This thing has a 20%

to 90% kill rate, and I
shook a sick man's hand.

I have a wife and a
little baby girl at home,

and I-I-I could spike
a fever at any time.

So, if you came for my
blessing, you don't have it.

Look, do what you have to do,

but please don't sit there

and tell me that you
understand, Elizabeth.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It's the right play.

I just... my nerves are, uh...

It's all right, Jay.

You should pitch it to POTUS.

But maybe we can talk another time?

Of course.

So, let me understand,
this deplorable killer...

one of the worst
psychopaths of our time...

has fallen deathly ill,
and you want to give him

a shot to make him better?

For the moment, it's
not about his morality.

Well, tell that to the schoolgirls

he kidnapped and enslaved.

Tell that to their parents.

Look, I'm not saying he's deserving.

I am saying that

his interests might align with ours.

Wrong, our interests
align with the disease.

Just let it kill him for us.

Okay, then no one's in
charge of Boko Haram.

They keep up their insurgency

while the virus spreads unchecked

all the way to America.

We don't negotiate with terrorists.

All due respect, sir,

we've already negotiated with this guy.

We were intermediaries for Iraq.

Oh, that's a fig leaf.
Trying to get the girls back,

that was our play, top to bottom.

No matter how valid the reason,

once the bad guys know

that they can shake us down

and get away with it, it's game over.

Then our only other option is
to send in the 82nd Airborne.

All right, fine.

Say we give this monster the shot.

What is to stop him

from turning around and
blowing up more aid workers?

We only give him half the dose.

The CDC tells me that
it'll ease his symptoms

and lower the viral load,
but he-he won't be cured.

We withhold the second half

until after all the containment
protocols are in place.

Beats sending our troops

to fight an insurgency in a hot zone,

but it sets a bad precedent.

Well, then what do we need?

Another fig leaf?

Say we did.

Cameroon's a sovereign nation.

Maybe they invite us

to negotiate on their behalf.

Then technically it would be Cameroon

negotiating with terrorists,

not us.

Yeah.

All right.

See what they say.

Hell of a world we live in.

I couldn't agree with you more, sir.

Make an old man happy
and tell me someone

in this building is actually
gonna kill a terrorist today.

Our source on the ground gave us

a positive I.D. on
Disah about a minute ago.

- We know which truck he's in?
- Middle one.

Okay.

Now we're talking.

As soon as they're on the
open highway, we'll hit him.

Target is approximately one minute out

from engagement zone.

What, w-what is that?

Sir, we're intercepting

a cell phone call on an open channel.

_

_

We're blown.

He just told them to get out.

Then take the shot!

Russell, there are dozens

of innocent people in that market.

The collateral damage would be too high.

Targets are leaving vehicles.

Permission to fire?

Tell me that we are doing this.

Damn it!

Permission denied.

Copy that.

We've lost visual contact on the target.

We had him.

We had the man who
dirty-bombed us in our sights!

One of your sources screwed us.

Next time I'll be sure to
find more reliable snitches

in a failed state on 24 hours notice.

It's only a matter of time
before Disah figures out

Hijriyyah had something to do with this.

Hard to imagine that'll end well.

So our best lead comes to nothing...

and we'll get a girl killed to boot.

Banner day here at
the Dalton White House.

Maybe it doesn't have
to come to nothing.

As you can see, we're up and running.

It's good to be back.

Smells like home...

and bleach.

Ambassador Aissatou is
waiting in your office.

Thank you.

Got anything to cheer me
up before what I'm sure

will prove to be a very
difficult conversation?

As a matter of fact...

Hey, they look great,

and nice work on the sizing.

I don't know why Stevie
thinks this is weird.

Me either, ma'am.

I can feel your sarcasm behind my back.

Cameroonian doctors
have contracted Marburg

after rushing to the aid
of their Western colleagues

wounded in the suicide attack.

Nuns have fallen ill running clinics

because there is no one else to do it.

Saints on this Earth are dying

and you would give the cure
to the very devil himself.

And in doing so,

I hope to save thousands,

tens of thousands of lives.

"Hope" being the operative word.

Isn't it always?

Mr. Ambassador, I know
you hate this plan.

So does everybody else, believe me...

but do I have your
government's permission

to attempt negotiation on your behalf?

The few remaining doses
will be given to Westerners,

no doubt?

Don't bother to answer,

Madam Secretary.

We both know how this game is played.

Yes.

For the greater good,

on behalf of the government of Cameroon,

you have my permission...

...and we thank you for your effort.

Ma'am, I have Chris
Santumari on line one.

Now if you can believe it,

I have an equally big favor
to ask of somebody else.

This is hello

and good night because Mama is tired.

Hey, Jareth!

Check it out, boot buddies.

So fun.

Mother, uh, a word?

Okay.

Hey, baby.

Hi.

You've never thrown a football?

What's up?

Okay...

you guys have got to stop.

What, making Jareth feel welcome?

Stalking him.

Dad's going full Single
White Female in there.

Oh, come on, stop it.

He's not.

What is going on?

You guys have never acted this way

with any of my other boyfriends.

We've never liked

any of your other boyfriends.

Oh, my God, Mom, is that true?

Kind of.

Obviously,

Harrison wasn't great...

No.

...but Arthur was nice.

Nice and old.

What about Mike from the tenth grade?

Let's go way back.

You guys were always encouraging
me to invite him over.

To keep an eye on the little perv.

So, what,

you guys think I have
bad judgment about guys?

I think you're young.

We want this to work, Stevie,

because we want you to be
with someone who deserves you,

that's all.

And the good news is,

there is a terrific guy in that kitchen,

and he's crazy about you.

You think?

No, Dad and I just
like acting like idiots.

Fine.

The boots were too much, right?

Kind of.

Yeah, I see that now.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Okay, I'm gonna cool my jets.

I'll tell Dad

to do the same.

I'm glad that you like him.

Yeah.

And despite your opinion

of my track record, I got this.

Of course, you do.

Put your fingers on
the laces like this...

- On the laces.
- and then just give it a little snap

with your wrist at the end.

Dad, come on, I'm open.

Oh, my God, Jason, could you be more

Death of a Salesman right now?

Uh, Henry.

Baby, get this,

Jareth has never thrown a football.

Really, huh?

I was thinking

we'd go to the park and...

or it's too late for that.

You think?

Good night, everyone.

Good night.

Good night.

Thanks for the lesson, Dr. McCord.

Oh, hey, call me Henry, pal.

What's happening to us?

They're here.

No guns.

How we feeling, Hadi?

A few days ago,

I was where you are now...

then they gave me the cure.

Now I'm immune.

I'm not afraid to die.

Of course not.

You're the emir.

Give us the shot.

Give us your word

the aid workers will be safe.

I'll hold up my end of the deal.

Because if you don't,

we won't give you the second dose

of medicine.

You'll get sick like this again,

and then you'll die...

but it will take awhile.

Please.

One more thing.

We want the girls back...

all of them.

...where these young girls
have been held prisoner...

Very nice work, ma'am.

Thanks, Nadine.

Sure wasn't all me.

The reports so far: the
cease-fire is holding

in Northern Cameroon,
and the doctors have been

going about their work in peace.

They're making good progress
containing the outbreak.

So, for a deal with the devil,

we didn't do too badly.

Look who I found.

Ah, welcome back, Jay.

Hey, man.

Wait, the doctors are on board
with you being here, right?

No, I'm contagious, and I went AWOL.

Oh, good.

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's good to see you.

And speaking of duty,

we have the nation's
business to attend to.

Uh, ma'am, about my
outburst at the hospital...

No...

don't worry about it.

If I'd been in your shoes,

I would have said the
same thing, believe me.

No, you wouldn't have.

I wanted to ask

your permission to
spearhead a special project.

Granted.

What is it?

Getting production ramped
up on the Marburg drug,

so there's enough to go around.

That's more of a CDC, NIH thing.

It's not really a job for State.

Well, I'm making it one.

Sounds good.

Look out, Marburg virus.

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Well, I hope she's worth it,

'cause right now, she
looks like a scared kid

in way over her head to me.

Yeah, well, don't tell

the attorney general that.

To wrangle this rendition,
I had to make it seem like

Hijriyyah held the key to Hizb
Al-Shahid's entire network.

Maybe she does.

Either way,

she might not want to take sides

against her husband and her father.

I suppose that depends

on whether she thinks we're on her side.

Yeah, also depends on whether
Disah believes she's dead.

- There's only one way to find out.
- Copy that.

As soon as the operators
are clear of the tunnel,

the Reaper's good to hit the compound.

Let's hope Disah believes
she's still inside.

Otherwise, we bought ourselves
a very expensive, scared kid.

We've cleared the tunnel.

Fire when ready.

Reheated lasagna, baby.

We are living the dream.

Yep.

You want to go fool around
on the couch till it dings?

Affirmative.

So, how was your day?

Oh, on balance, one of the good ones.

You?

Well, that remains to be seen.

Hey, guys.

Hey, there.

Hey.

Um...

so, we're gonna go get a bite to eat.

And we were wondering

if you guys would like to join us.

Yeah, sure.

We could get a bite.

- If you don't already have plans.
- No.

No, no plans at all.

Oh.

Jason, your lasagna's ready!

What?

I already ate.

We'll just... gonna grab our coats.

Yeah.