Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - Render Safe - full transcript
The US is trying to obtain nuclear arms that are in Pakistan. The Russians who were suppose to help them, pull out. Murphy station is also in Pakistan looking for Desai. They were told to pull out when things got hairy but they decide to stay. They find Desai but they are trapped. So Elizabeth tries to find a way to get them out and she's offered help from the Chinese. She also learns there's a problem at her daughter's school in regards to a trip she wants to go on but because Elizabeth didn't sign the permission slip she might not go. She tries to fix it but she doesn't have a good relationship with the the school's Principal. The Russians approach her asking for a traitor and they offer something she didn't expect.
Previously on Madam Secretary...
We're in therapy so
we can work through it.
We're in therapy
because I can't accept
what happened to Dmitri,
and what's still
happening to his sister.
Images show the I-8
district of Islamabad,
where Jibral Disah is
said to be sheltered,
to be a highly exposed residential area.
We'll give Murphy Station
a diplomatic cover.
Conrad wants you guys working
from inside the embassy,
and that's what's gonna
let me sleep at night.
The embassy is under
an evacuation order.
JSOC is ready to initiate
render safe, Mr. President.
I'd like to wait until all of
our citizens are out of danger.
I appreciate that, Mr. President.
But securing over 100 nuclear
warheads in a fallen regime,
with ties to multiple jihadist
groups, has to take precedence.
I didn't travel halfway around
the world to get on a chopper
the moment we have Disah in our sights.
Have you looked outside?
This city is falling apart.
Which is the perfect cover
we need to get this done.
This is finishing the job
we came here to do...
to kill Jibral Disah.
Elizabeth...
CENTCOM just received
a coded e-mail from Murphy Station.
They got a hit on
Jibral Disah's location and
decided to stay in Islamabad.
Please, tell me they
have a Marine detail.
Things are fluid.
We're trying to reach them.
Yeah... me, too.
Two hours ago, I was at a pancake social
in Dixville Notch,
charming party insiders,
when the guy at the syrup bar
tells me Pakistan is imploding.
Thanks for making it back so quickly.
Mr. President...
Mr. Jackson, welcome back.
You're all needed in the Situation Room.
Another slow day at the office.
Prime Minister Khoosat was unfit
to lead the people of Pakistan,
and the people rightly took to
the streets to demonstrate...
What's going on?
Abedi just declared himself
the new Prime Minister of Pakistan.
Does he have the military behind him?
Unclear.
Though it's totally
clear that he's in league
with Hizb Al-Shahid.
Let the Chief of the Army Staff
and his principal officers know that
the United States does
not recognize Abedi,
and they would be wise to do the same.
Where are we on wrapping up
their nuclear weapons, Admiral?
Special Operation Forces
out of Afghanistan and Qatar
are en route.
Before they breach Pakistani
airspace, CYBERCOM'll
be paving the road.
We already killed most of
the power grid and all comms.
Still working on jamming their
surface-to-air missile capabilities.
But just in case,
we're bringing in every available drone
to clean up any bumps along the way.
Then what?
Pakistan's 110 nuclear weapons
are stored in 12 bunkers,
scattered all over the country.
We'll be handling the
seven in the northern half
that account for 68 bombs.
The Russians will be taking
the five bunkers in the south.
However, far as we can tell,
the Russians haven't
launched any units yet.
I can reach out to
Minister Avdonin about that.
How long do we expect all this to take?
Assuming our Intel on
bunker locations is good,
six hours till taillights
over the border.
Mr. President, I have Murphy
Station on the line, sir.
Put them on speaker, Colonel.
Give us your status, Murphy.
En route to Islamabad's I-8 district.
If our Intel is right,
we should be staking out
Jibral Disah's location
in about 30 minutes.
Hey, it's Elizabeth.
McCord.
Hey.
You should know
we've initiated an operation to...
...secure all of Pakistan's nuclear
weapons, so... most of
their power grid's down.
We'll be coming in pretty heavy,
with Russian Special Forces joining in.
Copy that.
Get it done and get out.
Murphy Station, could you, uh,
could you give us a second?
Mr. President, there are riots
raging throughout Islamabad.
I, uh...
I'm questioning the wisdom of leaving
three high value assets
to take out this terrorist,
in a rapidly deteriorating situation,
while we have bigger fish to fry.
You want to abort the Disah mission.
As much as I would love to light that
son of a bitch up,
render safe has to be our priority.
Elizabeth?
I think we should back
Murphy Station's play, sir.
Walk and chew gum at the
same time, it is then.
Let's get it done. All of it.
Yes, sir.
Maybe she's sick of you.
Ma'am.
It's Allison. She
says it's an emergency.
Ali, baby, what's
going on? Are you okay?
You didn't sign the New
York trip permission slip.
So you're not bleeding out
on the street somewhere?
I left it on the
coffee maker last night.
Well, I ended up staying
at work all night.
Oh, yeah, that'll fly with Dean Ward.
Quaker education is all
about personal responsibility.
You know Richard Nixon was a Quaker.
Just saying.
If it's not signed by 3:00,
I'll be stuck in study hall
while all of my friends
are seeing Hamilton.
Oh, Hamilton, well...
I'll have Blake take care of it.
But listen, no more saying
that it's an emergency
unless there are paramedics
or SWAT teams involved.
I love you, baby.
What am I taking care of?
Appeasing a fascist Quaker.
Minister Avdonin,
thanks for coming,
but a phone call would have sufficed.
I wanted to tell you in person
that Russia has decided to
back Abedi as prime minister.
You can't be serious.
Madam Secretary...
Of course you're serious. But... Abedi?
Who basically murdered the
legitimate prime minister
and is in bed with the
worst terrorists on Earth?
That guy?
Pakistan has a long
history of cooperating
- with jihadist groups.
- But none of them
ever set off a dirty bomb
inside the United States.
We will never get behind anybody
associated with Hizb Al-Shahid.
That's...
Oh, my God.
You're backing out of render safe.
We agreed to it before Abedi took power.
Abedi hasn't taken power,
and it is absurd to think that
he could hold that country together.
Our intelligence agencies
have already seen fissures
in the Pakistani military.
Are those the same intelligence agencies
that were so sure Russia
hacked Air Force One?
Konstantin, our joint render
safe plan has been in place
for years, and it's happening now.
You can't just back out of it
like it's an annoying dinner party.
I should let you go.
There's nothing more to discuss.
Hello.
You okay?
I'm...
I'm okay, I'm... I'm...
Yeah. I'm...
We got this.
Seriously, don't worry.
I believe you.
Look, I-I don't want to hang
up, Henry, but I-I just found out
the Russians are bailing on
us, and I've got to brief POTUS.
Wait, don't hang up.
Go.
Just hold on.
Look, I know I wasn't
marrying a couch potato and...
I don't know how to say this.
I...
I love you, so don't die on me, okay?
Copy that.
And I love you.
Now I gotta go, too.
Yeah, the two-story
one with the blue trim.
SUVs out front.
They could be out of there
pretty quick, if they had to.
Son of a bitch is in there.
I can feel the dark side
of the Force.
Well, we wait until we see him.
I'll call for a drone.
Or a droid.
President Salnikov won't budge.
We're on our own.
So what does that look like, Admiral?
Five more sites,
hundreds of miles apart.
It'll extend the mission
to closer to ten hours.
Can't we move faster
by destroying the bombs?
Yes, sir, transporting the warheads
is the most time-consuming part.
We can switch to disarming them,
removing the nuclear material, and then
hitting the bunkers with drones.
It'll save two hours, more or less.
It's noisy...
and messy.
Certainly be more casualties.
And it'll look
a hell of a lot more like an invasion.
All of the above, and it'll
stretch our drone capacity,
but it'll get the job done.
Do it, Admiral.
Sir.
Where are we with Murphy Station?
We should've grabbed some food.
While the embassy was being
overrun? That's a good idea.
How long would it have taken to stop
and get some take-out or something?
Guys, guys, front door open.
Any of them Disah?
I don't see him, damn it.
Come on, come on, come on.
Long black coat in the back.
Yep, I'm confirming.
It's him.
Murphy Station to Reaper One.
Requesting strike at 4-3-S-C-T-2-8.
Two SUVs. Over.
Copy, Murphy Station.
Reaper One incoming,
rendezvous three minutes.
What the hell happened
to the one I requested to be
standing by an hour ago?! Over.
Pulling double duty.
Just under three minutes. Incoming.
The phone's not with them.
- What?
- It's not moving.
It's still in the house.
No time, Reaper One, losing our eyes.
We need a strike right
now, damn it. Over.
Copy. Two and a half minutes. Incoming.
I'm gonna kill this guy.
- We gotta follow them or we'll lose them.
- No.
- Three minutes, they'll be gone.
- But at least...
They'll make us in three seconds.
Then we'll keep our distance.
Whatever happened to
finishing the damn job?
Stay the hell back.
Far as you can.
You gotta be kidding me with this drone.
Hasn't been three minutes.
There's a car behind us.
Heavy fire! Reaper One, taking fire!
Another car right behind us.
We need a strike
immediately. Immediately!
Look out!
Disah mission complete.
You guys okay?
Never better.
Fine.
Night Stalker, Murphy Station here.
Firecracker hit.
We need exfil. Over.
Copy, Murphy.
We might want to keep moving.
We need a ride now! Over!
Copy, Murphy.
Nearest bird is an hour out.
Let's go.
Copy. Looking for cover. Out.
Go, go, go.
Apparently, we're not the
prettiest girl at the dance.
We got an hour to kill.
Jose, you're bleeding.
Let's see.
You're shot.
Good news is... missed your heart.
Here.
Get this on.
Needs the pressure.
God...!
- Can you keep going?
- Yeah, we good?
As long as the adrenaline.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Our render safe unit in Kohat took
more fire than expected, which held...
You're telling me
they killed Jibral Disah,
the most wanted terrorist
on Earth, and JSOC
doesn't have anybody available
to pick these guys up?
If there were, ma'am,
I can assure you...
We would've already made the call.
Bess, Murphy Station
is our top priority.
It sounds like Jose
Campos needs surgery.
We're making sure medical
personnel are part of the exfil team.
In the meantime, they're seeking cover.
Do we even know where?
Set up back there.
All right, I'll check
for medical supplies.
Okay.
A hideout with food...
now we're talking.
Put it down!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!
Shoot him, Henry! Shoot him!
Where's the gun?
I got it, I got it.
Keep quiet.
- Anyone hit?
- Be quiet. No.
No thanks to Hamlet McCord here.
Sit down.
Stay right there.
Tell him we're not gonna hurt him.
Why the hell not?
He could've killed us!
Just tell him!
Tell him we're here to help.
We just want to go home
safely to our families.
Does he understand?
Any word on Henry?
No, ma'am. Sorry.
And, uh, given how much
is on your mind, I feel
silly even bringing this up...
Alison's permission slip.
Yeah.
No problem.
We got to walk and chew
gum, POTUS's orders.
Okay.
See?
Walking and chewing gum.
We got this.
Well, I'm glad you feel that way,
because the Chinese foreign minister
has requested a meeting.
He and every other
Security Council member.
They want to yell at us
for breaking Pakistan.
Yes, but, uh,
Minister Chen has been
particularly insistent.
Well, China shares a
border with Pakistan.
I get it, but not today.
I have got to shut my
eyes for a few minutes,
or I might accidentally
impose sanctions on Canada.
He's in my office, isn't he?
I really have to work on
saying no to powerful people.
I'm a powerful people pleaser.
We all have things we
have to work on, Blake.
Minister Chen!
What a surprise.
Madam Secretary.
My government is gravely concerned
about your incursion in Pakistan.
Yes, I heard your president's blanket
condemnation: "A scourge!
A diabolical scourge on the region."
I'm guessing that something
got lost in translation,
but you're here to clarify,
aren't you?
We do, indeed,
condemn your hostile and destabilizing
actions in the harshest possible terms.
However, unofficially, I am
here to ask how China can help.
Well, it... would have
to involve a time machine.
You know we've been
trying to bring China into
our Pakistan render safe plan
for years now.
You have an expression:
"Better late than never."
I prefer, "Timing is everything."
May I ask how the operation is going?
We have secured the weapons
at 11 of their 12 bunkers.
We're facing less resistance
as we go, probably because
Abedi's grip on the
military is fracturing.
This is our intelligence
assessment, as well.
Great superpower minds...
If all goes
according to plan, we should be done
within the hour.
Well, if it doesn't,
we'll be taking you up
on your offer to help,
which is very much appreciated.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
You bet.
Oh... my God. Oh, my God.
Ma'am, you're needed
in the Situation Room.
Sorry, still no word on Henry.
Thanks, Blake.
Mm-hmm.
JSOC team's landing at Petaro.
Home of the last of the Pakistani nukes.
I have an update on Murphy Station.
They're holed up in the
back room of a grocery store
in the northeast quadrant
of the I-8 district.
Our exfil unit is 20 minutes out.
Night Owl, someone got
here before us.
We have multiple Pakistani army
dead, security barriers smashed,
and it looks like the cold
room has been breached.
Copy.
How about the heavy bags?
Entering cold room.
They're gone.
The heavy bags are not here, sir.
How many were supposed
to be there, Admiral?
Six tactical nuclear warheads.
So, they're small...
and easily transportable.
And very well may have fallen
into the hands of terrorists.
Hizb Al-Shahid is now
a caliphate armed with nuclear weapons.
This is God's will.
It is God's will to bring
the infidels to their knees
and exterminate them.
These nuclear bombs will
rain fire on your cities
and bring death to millions.
There is no refuge for the unbelievers.
Those who do not turn
to the one, true God,
will perish in flames.
God is mer...
Damn thing'll probably
get more views than the kid
biting his brother's finger.
It was Hizb Al-Shahid's plan all along.
Cozy up to the world's
most unstable nuclear power,
foment chaos, then steal their warheads.
China offered their help earlier,
so I've just reached
out to Minister Chen
to seal their border.
I'm also reaching out to Afghanistan,
India, and even Iran
to do the same. CENTCOM is scrambling
to quarantine the Pakistani coast.
Our entire military and
IC is focused on closing
the circle on them, fast.
And I'm having my staff
coordinate with ISN.
See if they can game out HS's
plans for the bombs.
God help us if any of them
make it out of Pakistan.
My official statement is that
I don't yet have an
official statement, Evan.
Yeah, you bet that's a tautology,
like you being up your own ass.
How's the official statement coming?
Is it insensitive to say it
feels harder than render safe?
Make sure it sounds like it is
not a hostile takeover.
Even though it kind of
is a hostile takeover?
A top-secret one with
the whole world watching.
Oh, so, your classic non-denial denial.
- More denial-denial.
- Wait, isn't
denial-denial an acknowledgment?
Without actually acknowledging.
So, not lying, but not
really truthing either.
And definitely nothing
about loose nukes.
Even though there's a video.
Okay, so, one deluxe denial-denial,
hold the nukes, side of truth.
Like that.
So, if I'm Hizb Al-Shahid,
where am I hiding those warheads?
It's a big country, Jay.
Yes, but this is Petaro,
where the warheads were
taken about two hours ago,
so they can't be more
than a couple hundred miles
from there, meaning they are
somewhere... in here.
That's over 100,000 square miles.
Okay.
Uh, so, Karachi is a
city of about 24 million.
A lot of other villages,
some desert, coast.
Where in here would you want to
hide six tactical nuclear bombs?
I have absolutely no idea,
but I do know if these
terrorists have a bomb,
they'll want to use it.
Really, Walter? You think?
I mean, I get that we're looking
for a needle in a haystack,
but I have this crazy suspicion
that pessimism, sarcasm
and utter defeatism aren't gonna help
stop the greatest
threat to our way of life
we've ever encountered, so,
if that's all you got, you should go...
but I'm a father now, and
if these bombs make it here
and, God forbid, they,
"rain fire on our cities
and bring death to millions,"
I at least want to know that
I did everything we could
to stop it, even when
it was hard and seemed hopeless.
That's very moving, Jay.
But I repeat:
If Hizb Al-Shahid
terrorists have a bomb,
they'll want to use it,
and that is an idea we
can actually work with.
We can?
Do you know how to
detonate a nuclear weapon?
Now, there's...
no red button, no plunger.
They're not manufactured
by the ACME Corporation.
Without authorization codes
from the Pakistani Prime
Minister, you'll need
to rewire the firing
set without activating
the bomb's penalty system.
You'll need to remove
the airburst fuse without
exposing yourself to a lethal
dose of alpha radiation.
Do you know how many people in
Pakistan can actually do that?
No.
Fourteen.
There are only 14 nuclear scientists
with the expertise to turn a
nuclear warhead into anything
remotely useful to a non-state actor.
So, if we can figure out if
one of these scientists is
in cahoots with Hizb Al-Shahid,
then we might be able to
track him to the bombs.
Huh.
I don't want my children to be vaporized
any more than you want yours to, Jay.
Our air force is prepared
to send aerial surveillance
along the Afghan border.
We'll take it.
But it's the quarantine
of Pakistan's coast
where we could really
use some quick backup.
Our ships can only go so fast.
I'll bring this to Li immediately.
Russell Jackson would like a word.
Thanks, Ming.
I gotta go.
Any idea what it's about?
Uh, no, but I just heard
from Dean Ward's office,
and there's been a slight hiccup
with Alison's permission slip.
How slight?
Well, apparently, a student
recently managed to Photoshop
his dad's signature on a truancy notice,
prompting Dean Ward to
change official policy,
now requiring original parent signatures
on all student forms.
I signed the form, Blake.
I'm not hearing the hiccup.
Turns out I was not
aware of the new policy,
and I e-mailed it in.
- Ah... - And now it's too late
to messenger the form over
by the deadline at the
end of the school day,
and I-I really... I am so sorry...
All right. It's okay. It's okay.
You just have to call Dean Ward.
Tell her I am personally asking
for an exception to this rule.
I mean, I would do it, but, you know,
things are so crazy around here,
and given our history...
I don't trust myself to be polite, so...
you have to do it.
I will make the call, ma'am.
I don't like the look of this.
Murphy Station's exfil team got
bogged down in small arms fire
as they rolled into Islamabad.
Pakistani military?
Warring factions in
their ranks, apparently,
or rioters, or God knows what else.
So now what?
Well, there's a, uh, cricket field
two miles north of
Murphy's current location.
We should be able to put a chopper down.
And the three of them are
just supposed to hoof it there?
Parker thinks, if they
keep a low profile,
they should be able to
get through the streets.
With Jose bleeding out?
Oh, my God.
We never should have let them stay.
Elizabeth...
No, no, you were right.
No. I wasn't.
Look, imagine how much
worse this would all be
if Jibral Disah was still alive.
Say what you want
about the evil bastard,
he was a brilliant tactician.
I like our odds of
finding those warheads
a hell of a lot better
with him out of the picture.
Okay, Jose.
Thanks.
Good?
We gotta try to move.
You think you can stand up, pal?
Screw this.
Let's go.
Okay.
Okay.
- No, there's no way.
- Yeah, just lean backwards.
There you go.
Well, we don't have a plan B.
You guys go.
Out of the question.
We're staying together.
Marines crap.
Jane, cancel the exfil.
Ah, the phone's dead.
Hey, Henry...
Come on.
Look, I think his lung's collapsing.
We need to blow it back up.
How do... how...
Needle thoracostomy.
It's basically a-a needle
with a valve on the end.
You jam it into the lung,
and it gives you relief
for a little while.
You know how to do that?
Well... field ops get
basic medical training.
I could try.
Uh, we need a chest compression needle.
Any hospital should have one.
Okay, I'll go.
Wh... you really think you
can make it to a hospital?
I don't know. It was your idea.
Yeah, well, I'm just thinking out loud.
Look, even if you made it,
an American showing up at a
hospital when half the country's
out there chanting "Death to America,"
they'd string you up
to the nearest lamppost.
Look, maybe I could
Jerry-rig a needle and valve
with a pen or something.
Maybe he could go.
The guy we tied up to
a chair at gunpoint?
Look, I gave him something to drink,
he didn't spit it back in my face.
He's seen Jose suffering,
maybe he has compassion.
He'll know where a hospital is,
and he's not going to get
strung up on a lamppost.
From where I stand, it
checks off a lot of boxes.
We'll need the guy with the
failing lung to translate.
Let's not waste any time.
I just heard from the DNI himself,
about the last Pakistani
scientist... Sadozai.
He's in Tehran... visiting family.
That's comforting.
So much for your theory.
No, it's not a theory, Jay.
It may not be one of these men,
but Hizb Al-Shahid has a competent hand
tending to those warheads.
Okay, so what other countries
with nuclear programs
could they possibly have
recruited someone from?
Uh, certainly not India.
Russia?
Mm-mm.
Moldova?
Hizb Al-Shahid
bribed that Moldovan nuclear inspector
to help steal uranium
for their dirty bomb.
At the time, you said
that looking for him
would be a dead end,
that we should focus
on the end buyer, and you were right.
Did you ever catch up with him?
No. Last I heard, we
gave his name to Interpol.
Here we go.
Iancu Balan.
Former chief nuclear inspector
at the Rajlyan Power Plant in Tiraspol.
He's already working
with Hizb Al-Shahid.
Would he have the expertise
you're talking about?
Yeah.
I think he would.
And I think I know how to find him.
Iancu Balan?
He grew up in Moscow
and was trained at the
Kurchatov Institute.
We assume your government
sent him to Moldova.
Of course, you weren't
counting on him going rogue.
We know you keep close tabs
on your nuclear scientists.
We want everything
you've got on this one.
We might be willing
to share intelligence,
if the price is right.
Really? Um... actually,
can you guys, uh,
give Minister Avdonin
and me the room... please?
Do you remember the last time we spoke?
You were telling me how
Abedi was going to ascend
to the throne of Pakistan,
and everything was going to be great?
Yeah. We certainly overestimated
Abedi's viability.
Well, that's one way of putting it.
Here's another:
Your rainbow and unicorn
assessment of Abedi aside,
you pulled out of render safe,
and now Hizb Al-Shahid
has six nuclear weapons
putting a significant
portion of humanity at risk.
You want something from
us, Madam Secretary,
I'd simply like something in return.
Releasing Peter Buckley to us,
for instance.
Peter Buckley.
One of the most notorious spies
to ever sell U.S. secrets
to your government?
Sure.
We'll gladly ship him to Russia.
In a box.
But never while he's still breathing.
I expect the dossier on
Balan within the hour.
Okay. Let's get started.
What did you find, Oliver?
Iancu Balan was last
seen three months ago,
leaving Rajlyan Power Plant in Tiraspol.
We all know about the uranium he stole
and gave to Hizb Al-Shahid.
But Russian GRU shared that he visited
his brother in Moscow eleven months ago.
During that visit,
he was invited to meet
with Russian officials at
his old stomping ground,
the Kurchatov Institute.
Russian agents took that opportunity
to upload a privileged access
rootkit onto his laptop.
And you can access it?
I've turned it on remotely,
and fired up its wireless router.
If the power's down in Pakistan,
how are you going to find it?
He who shutteth down the grid
can selectively turn it back on.
With your permission, Mr. President.
Do whatever you need to.
Ah, boom.
Or, should I say, ping...
uh, off a cell tower in Gadani.
That's here, near the coast.
They're trying to get
the bombs out by boat.
Well, or maybe our naval quarantine
with the Chinese is
making them reconsider.
Can you give us parameters, Oliver?
Yes, sir.
I can narrow it down to 12 square miles.
I'll send the area directly to CENTCOM.
Let's move every available
asset into that region.
Yes, sir.
Pray to God that we're not too late.
It's been too long.
We have to start planning
for if he doesn't come back.
If he doesn't come back, I'll go.
Henry.
Hey.
We're getting you help.
Yeah, sure.
You and I both know that
shopkeeper's probably
home shtooping his wife.
Listen.
I'm a lapsed Catholic.
I know it's hard to believe.
I'm sure the Almighty has seen worse.
I haven't been to church since
9/11.
Got busy...
and maybe a little pissed off.
God can take it.
I still want to hedge my bet.
Give me my last rites, buddy.
You're not dying.
I know.
I'm a model of good health.
But just in case.
Only a priest can give the
sacrament of last rites.
Oh, come on, altar boy.
Can you just perform
some prayer for the sick?
Can you do that, please?
It'll be enough for me to be at peace.
Lord and Father, Almighty
and Eternal God, by your
blessings give us strength
and support in our frailty.
Turn with kindness
toward this your servant.
Free him from all illness and...
um...
free him from all illness and...
Oh, hell...
Are you sorry for your sins?
Yeah.
What is he saying?
Jose, ask who he is.
He says you need doctor.
You a doctor?
Yeah. Come on.
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Target neutralized.
Moving to secure warheads.
Hey, hey.
What? Oh.
We got the nukes. All six of them.
What about...?
The SEAL team will reach
Murphy Station's rendezvous
point in five minutes.
Okay, okay.
Spartan Six landing at rendezvous point.
Copy, Spartan.
Any sign of Murphy Station?
Over.
Negative, Night Owl.
Shots fired!
Damn it.
We're good.
Gunfire nearby, not directed at us.
Copy.
They'll wait ten minutes,
then pull up stakes.
There's movement about 60 yards away.
Approaching.
Can you confirm
it's Murphy Station?
Over.
Affirmative, Night Owl.
We have eyes on Murphy
Station. Full set.
Making contact, preparing for extract.
Got them.
Congratulations, Murphy
Station, on a job well done.
Thank you, Mr. President.
I'm here with the Secretary of State
and the rest of the NSC.
We're all looking forward
to you coming home.
Thank you, sir.
I think I'm gonna take
some of my vacation days.
I look forward
to being a couch potato for a while.
Well deserved, Henry.
I should address the nation.
Well, it never gets old.
I'll set it up.
Uh, tell Henry I'll buy him
a drink when he gets back.
Well, I think you can buy me one, too.
Blake.
Hey.
Sir.
Listen, will you, uh,
find out if Minister
Avdonin is still in town?
Okay?
Of course.
What?
Ma'am, I did everything I could
to get Dean Ward on the phone,
and when I say everything, I mean...
Short of sending a
special envoy, got it.
Yes, uh, finally, her assistant,
Marigold, got back to me.
She said it was a settled issue.
She said that?
"Settled issue"?
Those exact words.
They're playing on a loop in my head.
Put a pin in Minister Avdonin
and find me Dean Ward.
Get her on the phone?
No, find out where she is.
Right now?
Dean Ward, what a coincidence.
Madam Secretary.
I didn't know you went here.
I don't. That was a joke.
I was hoping to talk to you about
the 11th grade field trip.
I believe my assistant, Marigold,
- spoke to your assistant.
- I heard.
- "Settled issue."
- That's right.
Here's the thing.
Alison really has her
heart set on this trip,
and, well, she shouldn't be left behind
just because I messed up.
- Madam Secretary...
- No, please, just let me
say my piece.
Now I don't know if you noticed,
but it's been pretty hectic
the last couple of days
in the world, and, well,
I haven't focused too much on my kids,
which I promised wouldn't
happen when I took this job,
but who am I kidding, right?
But not being present for them
is different than
completely letting them down,
so I-I-I'm throwing
myself at your mercy here.
When my assistant said
it was a settled issue,
Madam Secretary...
Really?
You're sticking with "settled issue"?
Fine, what's it gonna take
to get Alison on that bus?
You want dinner with the president?
I don't know, Air Force
One more your thing?
What are we talking about here?
'Cause I got to tell you, I
have dealt with brutal dictators
that were more flexible,
and, frankly, just a little
bit more likable than you.
Are you finished?
Depends on your answer.
When I told my assistant Marigold
to tell your assistant
that it was a settled issue
it was because Alison had come
to my office and very politely
and respectfully requested
an extra day to turn in
her signed permission
slip, which I granted.
Really?
Making it a settled...
...issue.
Good evening, Secretary McCord.
Do you need a chaperone?
No, thank you.
If you need any help
getting in somewhere...
No, we're fine.
It was nice to see you.
Jibral Disah
will no longer be able to
attack the United States.
The swift justice Hizb
Al-Shahid's leader met
sends a clear message to
what's left of his terrorist
organization and anyone else
who would seek to do us harm.
Wherever you're hiding,
we will find you.
Minister Avdonin.
Thanks for coming out.
How could I say no to toasting success?
Listen, I know things
got heated in my office,
but it's the end result that matters.
GRU's Intel was vital to
finding the last of the bombs.
Can I get you anything, Madam Secretary?
Single malt, neat. Thanks.
I have two boys and a little girl.
I'll sleep better because
of all of our efforts.
Boy, can I ever appreciate that.
Cheers.
Na Zdorovie.
And I appreciate the
renewed good will between us,
especially given I'm about
to ask you for a favor.
There's a young, Russian
woman in prison, in Moscow,
on a hooliganism charge.
I'd like to see her released.
Talia Petrova.
What does the United States have
to gain by freeing this girl?
It's a matter of...
personal significance.
Maybe now you will consider
a trade for Peter Buckley.
Okay.
You're a good soldier
for your president...
but Talia Petrova is an innocent girl
and Peter Buckley is a high value spy.
Come on, Konstantin.
Then perhaps we can sweeten the deal
with the release of an American spy.
Are you interested in Talia's brother?
Dmitri Petrov?
Mm-hmm.
He's dead.
What if he isn't?
We're in therapy so
we can work through it.
We're in therapy
because I can't accept
what happened to Dmitri,
and what's still
happening to his sister.
Images show the I-8
district of Islamabad,
where Jibral Disah is
said to be sheltered,
to be a highly exposed residential area.
We'll give Murphy Station
a diplomatic cover.
Conrad wants you guys working
from inside the embassy,
and that's what's gonna
let me sleep at night.
The embassy is under
an evacuation order.
JSOC is ready to initiate
render safe, Mr. President.
I'd like to wait until all of
our citizens are out of danger.
I appreciate that, Mr. President.
But securing over 100 nuclear
warheads in a fallen regime,
with ties to multiple jihadist
groups, has to take precedence.
I didn't travel halfway around
the world to get on a chopper
the moment we have Disah in our sights.
Have you looked outside?
This city is falling apart.
Which is the perfect cover
we need to get this done.
This is finishing the job
we came here to do...
to kill Jibral Disah.
Elizabeth...
CENTCOM just received
a coded e-mail from Murphy Station.
They got a hit on
Jibral Disah's location and
decided to stay in Islamabad.
Please, tell me they
have a Marine detail.
Things are fluid.
We're trying to reach them.
Yeah... me, too.
Two hours ago, I was at a pancake social
in Dixville Notch,
charming party insiders,
when the guy at the syrup bar
tells me Pakistan is imploding.
Thanks for making it back so quickly.
Mr. President...
Mr. Jackson, welcome back.
You're all needed in the Situation Room.
Another slow day at the office.
Prime Minister Khoosat was unfit
to lead the people of Pakistan,
and the people rightly took to
the streets to demonstrate...
What's going on?
Abedi just declared himself
the new Prime Minister of Pakistan.
Does he have the military behind him?
Unclear.
Though it's totally
clear that he's in league
with Hizb Al-Shahid.
Let the Chief of the Army Staff
and his principal officers know that
the United States does
not recognize Abedi,
and they would be wise to do the same.
Where are we on wrapping up
their nuclear weapons, Admiral?
Special Operation Forces
out of Afghanistan and Qatar
are en route.
Before they breach Pakistani
airspace, CYBERCOM'll
be paving the road.
We already killed most of
the power grid and all comms.
Still working on jamming their
surface-to-air missile capabilities.
But just in case,
we're bringing in every available drone
to clean up any bumps along the way.
Then what?
Pakistan's 110 nuclear weapons
are stored in 12 bunkers,
scattered all over the country.
We'll be handling the
seven in the northern half
that account for 68 bombs.
The Russians will be taking
the five bunkers in the south.
However, far as we can tell,
the Russians haven't
launched any units yet.
I can reach out to
Minister Avdonin about that.
How long do we expect all this to take?
Assuming our Intel on
bunker locations is good,
six hours till taillights
over the border.
Mr. President, I have Murphy
Station on the line, sir.
Put them on speaker, Colonel.
Give us your status, Murphy.
En route to Islamabad's I-8 district.
If our Intel is right,
we should be staking out
Jibral Disah's location
in about 30 minutes.
Hey, it's Elizabeth.
McCord.
Hey.
You should know
we've initiated an operation to...
...secure all of Pakistan's nuclear
weapons, so... most of
their power grid's down.
We'll be coming in pretty heavy,
with Russian Special Forces joining in.
Copy that.
Get it done and get out.
Murphy Station, could you, uh,
could you give us a second?
Mr. President, there are riots
raging throughout Islamabad.
I, uh...
I'm questioning the wisdom of leaving
three high value assets
to take out this terrorist,
in a rapidly deteriorating situation,
while we have bigger fish to fry.
You want to abort the Disah mission.
As much as I would love to light that
son of a bitch up,
render safe has to be our priority.
Elizabeth?
I think we should back
Murphy Station's play, sir.
Walk and chew gum at the
same time, it is then.
Let's get it done. All of it.
Yes, sir.
Maybe she's sick of you.
Ma'am.
It's Allison. She
says it's an emergency.
Ali, baby, what's
going on? Are you okay?
You didn't sign the New
York trip permission slip.
So you're not bleeding out
on the street somewhere?
I left it on the
coffee maker last night.
Well, I ended up staying
at work all night.
Oh, yeah, that'll fly with Dean Ward.
Quaker education is all
about personal responsibility.
You know Richard Nixon was a Quaker.
Just saying.
If it's not signed by 3:00,
I'll be stuck in study hall
while all of my friends
are seeing Hamilton.
Oh, Hamilton, well...
I'll have Blake take care of it.
But listen, no more saying
that it's an emergency
unless there are paramedics
or SWAT teams involved.
I love you, baby.
What am I taking care of?
Appeasing a fascist Quaker.
Minister Avdonin,
thanks for coming,
but a phone call would have sufficed.
I wanted to tell you in person
that Russia has decided to
back Abedi as prime minister.
You can't be serious.
Madam Secretary...
Of course you're serious. But... Abedi?
Who basically murdered the
legitimate prime minister
and is in bed with the
worst terrorists on Earth?
That guy?
Pakistan has a long
history of cooperating
- with jihadist groups.
- But none of them
ever set off a dirty bomb
inside the United States.
We will never get behind anybody
associated with Hizb Al-Shahid.
That's...
Oh, my God.
You're backing out of render safe.
We agreed to it before Abedi took power.
Abedi hasn't taken power,
and it is absurd to think that
he could hold that country together.
Our intelligence agencies
have already seen fissures
in the Pakistani military.
Are those the same intelligence agencies
that were so sure Russia
hacked Air Force One?
Konstantin, our joint render
safe plan has been in place
for years, and it's happening now.
You can't just back out of it
like it's an annoying dinner party.
I should let you go.
There's nothing more to discuss.
Hello.
You okay?
I'm...
I'm okay, I'm... I'm...
Yeah. I'm...
We got this.
Seriously, don't worry.
I believe you.
Look, I-I don't want to hang
up, Henry, but I-I just found out
the Russians are bailing on
us, and I've got to brief POTUS.
Wait, don't hang up.
Go.
Just hold on.
Look, I know I wasn't
marrying a couch potato and...
I don't know how to say this.
I...
I love you, so don't die on me, okay?
Copy that.
And I love you.
Now I gotta go, too.
Yeah, the two-story
one with the blue trim.
SUVs out front.
They could be out of there
pretty quick, if they had to.
Son of a bitch is in there.
I can feel the dark side
of the Force.
Well, we wait until we see him.
I'll call for a drone.
Or a droid.
President Salnikov won't budge.
We're on our own.
So what does that look like, Admiral?
Five more sites,
hundreds of miles apart.
It'll extend the mission
to closer to ten hours.
Can't we move faster
by destroying the bombs?
Yes, sir, transporting the warheads
is the most time-consuming part.
We can switch to disarming them,
removing the nuclear material, and then
hitting the bunkers with drones.
It'll save two hours, more or less.
It's noisy...
and messy.
Certainly be more casualties.
And it'll look
a hell of a lot more like an invasion.
All of the above, and it'll
stretch our drone capacity,
but it'll get the job done.
Do it, Admiral.
Sir.
Where are we with Murphy Station?
We should've grabbed some food.
While the embassy was being
overrun? That's a good idea.
How long would it have taken to stop
and get some take-out or something?
Guys, guys, front door open.
Any of them Disah?
I don't see him, damn it.
Come on, come on, come on.
Long black coat in the back.
Yep, I'm confirming.
It's him.
Murphy Station to Reaper One.
Requesting strike at 4-3-S-C-T-2-8.
Two SUVs. Over.
Copy, Murphy Station.
Reaper One incoming,
rendezvous three minutes.
What the hell happened
to the one I requested to be
standing by an hour ago?! Over.
Pulling double duty.
Just under three minutes. Incoming.
The phone's not with them.
- What?
- It's not moving.
It's still in the house.
No time, Reaper One, losing our eyes.
We need a strike right
now, damn it. Over.
Copy. Two and a half minutes. Incoming.
I'm gonna kill this guy.
- We gotta follow them or we'll lose them.
- No.
- Three minutes, they'll be gone.
- But at least...
They'll make us in three seconds.
Then we'll keep our distance.
Whatever happened to
finishing the damn job?
Stay the hell back.
Far as you can.
You gotta be kidding me with this drone.
Hasn't been three minutes.
There's a car behind us.
Heavy fire! Reaper One, taking fire!
Another car right behind us.
We need a strike
immediately. Immediately!
Look out!
Disah mission complete.
You guys okay?
Never better.
Fine.
Night Stalker, Murphy Station here.
Firecracker hit.
We need exfil. Over.
Copy, Murphy.
We might want to keep moving.
We need a ride now! Over!
Copy, Murphy.
Nearest bird is an hour out.
Let's go.
Copy. Looking for cover. Out.
Go, go, go.
Apparently, we're not the
prettiest girl at the dance.
We got an hour to kill.
Jose, you're bleeding.
Let's see.
You're shot.
Good news is... missed your heart.
Here.
Get this on.
Needs the pressure.
God...!
- Can you keep going?
- Yeah, we good?
As long as the adrenaline.
- Let's go.
- Okay.
Our render safe unit in Kohat took
more fire than expected, which held...
You're telling me
they killed Jibral Disah,
the most wanted terrorist
on Earth, and JSOC
doesn't have anybody available
to pick these guys up?
If there were, ma'am,
I can assure you...
We would've already made the call.
Bess, Murphy Station
is our top priority.
It sounds like Jose
Campos needs surgery.
We're making sure medical
personnel are part of the exfil team.
In the meantime, they're seeking cover.
Do we even know where?
Set up back there.
All right, I'll check
for medical supplies.
Okay.
A hideout with food...
now we're talking.
Put it down!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!
Shoot him, Henry! Shoot him!
Where's the gun?
I got it, I got it.
Keep quiet.
- Anyone hit?
- Be quiet. No.
No thanks to Hamlet McCord here.
Sit down.
Stay right there.
Tell him we're not gonna hurt him.
Why the hell not?
He could've killed us!
Just tell him!
Tell him we're here to help.
We just want to go home
safely to our families.
Does he understand?
Any word on Henry?
No, ma'am. Sorry.
And, uh, given how much
is on your mind, I feel
silly even bringing this up...
Alison's permission slip.
Yeah.
No problem.
We got to walk and chew
gum, POTUS's orders.
Okay.
See?
Walking and chewing gum.
We got this.
Well, I'm glad you feel that way,
because the Chinese foreign minister
has requested a meeting.
He and every other
Security Council member.
They want to yell at us
for breaking Pakistan.
Yes, but, uh,
Minister Chen has been
particularly insistent.
Well, China shares a
border with Pakistan.
I get it, but not today.
I have got to shut my
eyes for a few minutes,
or I might accidentally
impose sanctions on Canada.
He's in my office, isn't he?
I really have to work on
saying no to powerful people.
I'm a powerful people pleaser.
We all have things we
have to work on, Blake.
Minister Chen!
What a surprise.
Madam Secretary.
My government is gravely concerned
about your incursion in Pakistan.
Yes, I heard your president's blanket
condemnation: "A scourge!
A diabolical scourge on the region."
I'm guessing that something
got lost in translation,
but you're here to clarify,
aren't you?
We do, indeed,
condemn your hostile and destabilizing
actions in the harshest possible terms.
However, unofficially, I am
here to ask how China can help.
Well, it... would have
to involve a time machine.
You know we've been
trying to bring China into
our Pakistan render safe plan
for years now.
You have an expression:
"Better late than never."
I prefer, "Timing is everything."
May I ask how the operation is going?
We have secured the weapons
at 11 of their 12 bunkers.
We're facing less resistance
as we go, probably because
Abedi's grip on the
military is fracturing.
This is our intelligence
assessment, as well.
Great superpower minds...
If all goes
according to plan, we should be done
within the hour.
Well, if it doesn't,
we'll be taking you up
on your offer to help,
which is very much appreciated.
Thank you, Elizabeth.
You bet.
Oh... my God. Oh, my God.
Ma'am, you're needed
in the Situation Room.
Sorry, still no word on Henry.
Thanks, Blake.
Mm-hmm.
JSOC team's landing at Petaro.
Home of the last of the Pakistani nukes.
I have an update on Murphy Station.
They're holed up in the
back room of a grocery store
in the northeast quadrant
of the I-8 district.
Our exfil unit is 20 minutes out.
Night Owl, someone got
here before us.
We have multiple Pakistani army
dead, security barriers smashed,
and it looks like the cold
room has been breached.
Copy.
How about the heavy bags?
Entering cold room.
They're gone.
The heavy bags are not here, sir.
How many were supposed
to be there, Admiral?
Six tactical nuclear warheads.
So, they're small...
and easily transportable.
And very well may have fallen
into the hands of terrorists.
Hizb Al-Shahid is now
a caliphate armed with nuclear weapons.
This is God's will.
It is God's will to bring
the infidels to their knees
and exterminate them.
These nuclear bombs will
rain fire on your cities
and bring death to millions.
There is no refuge for the unbelievers.
Those who do not turn
to the one, true God,
will perish in flames.
God is mer...
Damn thing'll probably
get more views than the kid
biting his brother's finger.
It was Hizb Al-Shahid's plan all along.
Cozy up to the world's
most unstable nuclear power,
foment chaos, then steal their warheads.
China offered their help earlier,
so I've just reached
out to Minister Chen
to seal their border.
I'm also reaching out to Afghanistan,
India, and even Iran
to do the same. CENTCOM is scrambling
to quarantine the Pakistani coast.
Our entire military and
IC is focused on closing
the circle on them, fast.
And I'm having my staff
coordinate with ISN.
See if they can game out HS's
plans for the bombs.
God help us if any of them
make it out of Pakistan.
My official statement is that
I don't yet have an
official statement, Evan.
Yeah, you bet that's a tautology,
like you being up your own ass.
How's the official statement coming?
Is it insensitive to say it
feels harder than render safe?
Make sure it sounds like it is
not a hostile takeover.
Even though it kind of
is a hostile takeover?
A top-secret one with
the whole world watching.
Oh, so, your classic non-denial denial.
- More denial-denial.
- Wait, isn't
denial-denial an acknowledgment?
Without actually acknowledging.
So, not lying, but not
really truthing either.
And definitely nothing
about loose nukes.
Even though there's a video.
Okay, so, one deluxe denial-denial,
hold the nukes, side of truth.
Like that.
So, if I'm Hizb Al-Shahid,
where am I hiding those warheads?
It's a big country, Jay.
Yes, but this is Petaro,
where the warheads were
taken about two hours ago,
so they can't be more
than a couple hundred miles
from there, meaning they are
somewhere... in here.
That's over 100,000 square miles.
Okay.
Uh, so, Karachi is a
city of about 24 million.
A lot of other villages,
some desert, coast.
Where in here would you want to
hide six tactical nuclear bombs?
I have absolutely no idea,
but I do know if these
terrorists have a bomb,
they'll want to use it.
Really, Walter? You think?
I mean, I get that we're looking
for a needle in a haystack,
but I have this crazy suspicion
that pessimism, sarcasm
and utter defeatism aren't gonna help
stop the greatest
threat to our way of life
we've ever encountered, so,
if that's all you got, you should go...
but I'm a father now, and
if these bombs make it here
and, God forbid, they,
"rain fire on our cities
and bring death to millions,"
I at least want to know that
I did everything we could
to stop it, even when
it was hard and seemed hopeless.
That's very moving, Jay.
But I repeat:
If Hizb Al-Shahid
terrorists have a bomb,
they'll want to use it,
and that is an idea we
can actually work with.
We can?
Do you know how to
detonate a nuclear weapon?
Now, there's...
no red button, no plunger.
They're not manufactured
by the ACME Corporation.
Without authorization codes
from the Pakistani Prime
Minister, you'll need
to rewire the firing
set without activating
the bomb's penalty system.
You'll need to remove
the airburst fuse without
exposing yourself to a lethal
dose of alpha radiation.
Do you know how many people in
Pakistan can actually do that?
No.
Fourteen.
There are only 14 nuclear scientists
with the expertise to turn a
nuclear warhead into anything
remotely useful to a non-state actor.
So, if we can figure out if
one of these scientists is
in cahoots with Hizb Al-Shahid,
then we might be able to
track him to the bombs.
Huh.
I don't want my children to be vaporized
any more than you want yours to, Jay.
Our air force is prepared
to send aerial surveillance
along the Afghan border.
We'll take it.
But it's the quarantine
of Pakistan's coast
where we could really
use some quick backup.
Our ships can only go so fast.
I'll bring this to Li immediately.
Russell Jackson would like a word.
Thanks, Ming.
I gotta go.
Any idea what it's about?
Uh, no, but I just heard
from Dean Ward's office,
and there's been a slight hiccup
with Alison's permission slip.
How slight?
Well, apparently, a student
recently managed to Photoshop
his dad's signature on a truancy notice,
prompting Dean Ward to
change official policy,
now requiring original parent signatures
on all student forms.
I signed the form, Blake.
I'm not hearing the hiccup.
Turns out I was not
aware of the new policy,
and I e-mailed it in.
- Ah... - And now it's too late
to messenger the form over
by the deadline at the
end of the school day,
and I-I really... I am so sorry...
All right. It's okay. It's okay.
You just have to call Dean Ward.
Tell her I am personally asking
for an exception to this rule.
I mean, I would do it, but, you know,
things are so crazy around here,
and given our history...
I don't trust myself to be polite, so...
you have to do it.
I will make the call, ma'am.
I don't like the look of this.
Murphy Station's exfil team got
bogged down in small arms fire
as they rolled into Islamabad.
Pakistani military?
Warring factions in
their ranks, apparently,
or rioters, or God knows what else.
So now what?
Well, there's a, uh, cricket field
two miles north of
Murphy's current location.
We should be able to put a chopper down.
And the three of them are
just supposed to hoof it there?
Parker thinks, if they
keep a low profile,
they should be able to
get through the streets.
With Jose bleeding out?
Oh, my God.
We never should have let them stay.
Elizabeth...
No, no, you were right.
No. I wasn't.
Look, imagine how much
worse this would all be
if Jibral Disah was still alive.
Say what you want
about the evil bastard,
he was a brilliant tactician.
I like our odds of
finding those warheads
a hell of a lot better
with him out of the picture.
Okay, Jose.
Thanks.
Good?
We gotta try to move.
You think you can stand up, pal?
Screw this.
Let's go.
Okay.
Okay.
- No, there's no way.
- Yeah, just lean backwards.
There you go.
Well, we don't have a plan B.
You guys go.
Out of the question.
We're staying together.
Marines crap.
Jane, cancel the exfil.
Ah, the phone's dead.
Hey, Henry...
Come on.
Look, I think his lung's collapsing.
We need to blow it back up.
How do... how...
Needle thoracostomy.
It's basically a-a needle
with a valve on the end.
You jam it into the lung,
and it gives you relief
for a little while.
You know how to do that?
Well... field ops get
basic medical training.
I could try.
Uh, we need a chest compression needle.
Any hospital should have one.
Okay, I'll go.
Wh... you really think you
can make it to a hospital?
I don't know. It was your idea.
Yeah, well, I'm just thinking out loud.
Look, even if you made it,
an American showing up at a
hospital when half the country's
out there chanting "Death to America,"
they'd string you up
to the nearest lamppost.
Look, maybe I could
Jerry-rig a needle and valve
with a pen or something.
Maybe he could go.
The guy we tied up to
a chair at gunpoint?
Look, I gave him something to drink,
he didn't spit it back in my face.
He's seen Jose suffering,
maybe he has compassion.
He'll know where a hospital is,
and he's not going to get
strung up on a lamppost.
From where I stand, it
checks off a lot of boxes.
We'll need the guy with the
failing lung to translate.
Let's not waste any time.
I just heard from the DNI himself,
about the last Pakistani
scientist... Sadozai.
He's in Tehran... visiting family.
That's comforting.
So much for your theory.
No, it's not a theory, Jay.
It may not be one of these men,
but Hizb Al-Shahid has a competent hand
tending to those warheads.
Okay, so what other countries
with nuclear programs
could they possibly have
recruited someone from?
Uh, certainly not India.
Russia?
Mm-mm.
Moldova?
Hizb Al-Shahid
bribed that Moldovan nuclear inspector
to help steal uranium
for their dirty bomb.
At the time, you said
that looking for him
would be a dead end,
that we should focus
on the end buyer, and you were right.
Did you ever catch up with him?
No. Last I heard, we
gave his name to Interpol.
Here we go.
Iancu Balan.
Former chief nuclear inspector
at the Rajlyan Power Plant in Tiraspol.
He's already working
with Hizb Al-Shahid.
Would he have the expertise
you're talking about?
Yeah.
I think he would.
And I think I know how to find him.
Iancu Balan?
He grew up in Moscow
and was trained at the
Kurchatov Institute.
We assume your government
sent him to Moldova.
Of course, you weren't
counting on him going rogue.
We know you keep close tabs
on your nuclear scientists.
We want everything
you've got on this one.
We might be willing
to share intelligence,
if the price is right.
Really? Um... actually,
can you guys, uh,
give Minister Avdonin
and me the room... please?
Do you remember the last time we spoke?
You were telling me how
Abedi was going to ascend
to the throne of Pakistan,
and everything was going to be great?
Yeah. We certainly overestimated
Abedi's viability.
Well, that's one way of putting it.
Here's another:
Your rainbow and unicorn
assessment of Abedi aside,
you pulled out of render safe,
and now Hizb Al-Shahid
has six nuclear weapons
putting a significant
portion of humanity at risk.
You want something from
us, Madam Secretary,
I'd simply like something in return.
Releasing Peter Buckley to us,
for instance.
Peter Buckley.
One of the most notorious spies
to ever sell U.S. secrets
to your government?
Sure.
We'll gladly ship him to Russia.
In a box.
But never while he's still breathing.
I expect the dossier on
Balan within the hour.
Okay. Let's get started.
What did you find, Oliver?
Iancu Balan was last
seen three months ago,
leaving Rajlyan Power Plant in Tiraspol.
We all know about the uranium he stole
and gave to Hizb Al-Shahid.
But Russian GRU shared that he visited
his brother in Moscow eleven months ago.
During that visit,
he was invited to meet
with Russian officials at
his old stomping ground,
the Kurchatov Institute.
Russian agents took that opportunity
to upload a privileged access
rootkit onto his laptop.
And you can access it?
I've turned it on remotely,
and fired up its wireless router.
If the power's down in Pakistan,
how are you going to find it?
He who shutteth down the grid
can selectively turn it back on.
With your permission, Mr. President.
Do whatever you need to.
Ah, boom.
Or, should I say, ping...
uh, off a cell tower in Gadani.
That's here, near the coast.
They're trying to get
the bombs out by boat.
Well, or maybe our naval quarantine
with the Chinese is
making them reconsider.
Can you give us parameters, Oliver?
Yes, sir.
I can narrow it down to 12 square miles.
I'll send the area directly to CENTCOM.
Let's move every available
asset into that region.
Yes, sir.
Pray to God that we're not too late.
It's been too long.
We have to start planning
for if he doesn't come back.
If he doesn't come back, I'll go.
Henry.
Hey.
We're getting you help.
Yeah, sure.
You and I both know that
shopkeeper's probably
home shtooping his wife.
Listen.
I'm a lapsed Catholic.
I know it's hard to believe.
I'm sure the Almighty has seen worse.
I haven't been to church since
9/11.
Got busy...
and maybe a little pissed off.
God can take it.
I still want to hedge my bet.
Give me my last rites, buddy.
You're not dying.
I know.
I'm a model of good health.
But just in case.
Only a priest can give the
sacrament of last rites.
Oh, come on, altar boy.
Can you just perform
some prayer for the sick?
Can you do that, please?
It'll be enough for me to be at peace.
Lord and Father, Almighty
and Eternal God, by your
blessings give us strength
and support in our frailty.
Turn with kindness
toward this your servant.
Free him from all illness and...
um...
free him from all illness and...
Oh, hell...
Are you sorry for your sins?
Yeah.
What is he saying?
Jose, ask who he is.
He says you need doctor.
You a doctor?
Yeah. Come on.
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Target neutralized.
Moving to secure warheads.
Hey, hey.
What? Oh.
We got the nukes. All six of them.
What about...?
The SEAL team will reach
Murphy Station's rendezvous
point in five minutes.
Okay, okay.
Spartan Six landing at rendezvous point.
Copy, Spartan.
Any sign of Murphy Station?
Over.
Negative, Night Owl.
Shots fired!
Damn it.
We're good.
Gunfire nearby, not directed at us.
Copy.
They'll wait ten minutes,
then pull up stakes.
There's movement about 60 yards away.
Approaching.
Can you confirm
it's Murphy Station?
Over.
Affirmative, Night Owl.
We have eyes on Murphy
Station. Full set.
Making contact, preparing for extract.
Got them.
Congratulations, Murphy
Station, on a job well done.
Thank you, Mr. President.
I'm here with the Secretary of State
and the rest of the NSC.
We're all looking forward
to you coming home.
Thank you, sir.
I think I'm gonna take
some of my vacation days.
I look forward
to being a couch potato for a while.
Well deserved, Henry.
I should address the nation.
Well, it never gets old.
I'll set it up.
Uh, tell Henry I'll buy him
a drink when he gets back.
Well, I think you can buy me one, too.
Blake.
Hey.
Sir.
Listen, will you, uh,
find out if Minister
Avdonin is still in town?
Okay?
Of course.
What?
Ma'am, I did everything I could
to get Dean Ward on the phone,
and when I say everything, I mean...
Short of sending a
special envoy, got it.
Yes, uh, finally, her assistant,
Marigold, got back to me.
She said it was a settled issue.
She said that?
"Settled issue"?
Those exact words.
They're playing on a loop in my head.
Put a pin in Minister Avdonin
and find me Dean Ward.
Get her on the phone?
No, find out where she is.
Right now?
Dean Ward, what a coincidence.
Madam Secretary.
I didn't know you went here.
I don't. That was a joke.
I was hoping to talk to you about
the 11th grade field trip.
I believe my assistant, Marigold,
- spoke to your assistant.
- I heard.
- "Settled issue."
- That's right.
Here's the thing.
Alison really has her
heart set on this trip,
and, well, she shouldn't be left behind
just because I messed up.
- Madam Secretary...
- No, please, just let me
say my piece.
Now I don't know if you noticed,
but it's been pretty hectic
the last couple of days
in the world, and, well,
I haven't focused too much on my kids,
which I promised wouldn't
happen when I took this job,
but who am I kidding, right?
But not being present for them
is different than
completely letting them down,
so I-I-I'm throwing
myself at your mercy here.
When my assistant said
it was a settled issue,
Madam Secretary...
Really?
You're sticking with "settled issue"?
Fine, what's it gonna take
to get Alison on that bus?
You want dinner with the president?
I don't know, Air Force
One more your thing?
What are we talking about here?
'Cause I got to tell you, I
have dealt with brutal dictators
that were more flexible,
and, frankly, just a little
bit more likable than you.
Are you finished?
Depends on your answer.
When I told my assistant Marigold
to tell your assistant
that it was a settled issue
it was because Alison had come
to my office and very politely
and respectfully requested
an extra day to turn in
her signed permission
slip, which I granted.
Really?
Making it a settled...
...issue.
Good evening, Secretary McCord.
Do you need a chaperone?
No, thank you.
If you need any help
getting in somewhere...
No, we're fine.
It was nice to see you.
Jibral Disah
will no longer be able to
attack the United States.
The swift justice Hizb
Al-Shahid's leader met
sends a clear message to
what's left of his terrorist
organization and anyone else
who would seek to do us harm.
Wherever you're hiding,
we will find you.
Minister Avdonin.
Thanks for coming out.
How could I say no to toasting success?
Listen, I know things
got heated in my office,
but it's the end result that matters.
GRU's Intel was vital to
finding the last of the bombs.
Can I get you anything, Madam Secretary?
Single malt, neat. Thanks.
I have two boys and a little girl.
I'll sleep better because
of all of our efforts.
Boy, can I ever appreciate that.
Cheers.
Na Zdorovie.
And I appreciate the
renewed good will between us,
especially given I'm about
to ask you for a favor.
There's a young, Russian
woman in prison, in Moscow,
on a hooliganism charge.
I'd like to see her released.
Talia Petrova.
What does the United States have
to gain by freeing this girl?
It's a matter of...
personal significance.
Maybe now you will consider
a trade for Peter Buckley.
Okay.
You're a good soldier
for your president...
but Talia Petrova is an innocent girl
and Peter Buckley is a high value spy.
Come on, Konstantin.
Then perhaps we can sweeten the deal
with the release of an American spy.
Are you interested in Talia's brother?
Dmitri Petrov?
Mm-hmm.
He's dead.
What if he isn't?