Madam Secretary (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Tectonic Shift - full transcript

Elizabeth, are you in or out?

Are you insane, Will?

Knock.

Are you in or out?

- Of what?
- Milkshakes at M&G's.

I have to study.

Come on, Euclid, it's 15 minutes.

Come on, you could use a break.

Yeah, your head is
actually starting to take

- the shape of an egg.
- Will.

At least there's a brain inside.



Ah, family time. Let's go, Elizabeth.

Last chance!

Bring me something back. Strawberry.

Gross. Who has strawberry? Like...

All right, get out of here.

Okay.

Close the door!

Sorry.

Two scoops.

SUZANNE: You could take a page
out of her book, you know.

WILL: What book, the weirdo book?

Everybody at school
thinks she's a nerd.

She's not a nerd. She's gifted.

Yeah, at being a nerd.



You have every bit

as much potential; it's just a matter

of applying yourself.

Wait, wait, turn this up.

The Fix.

- So cool.
- (rock music playing louder)

Sounds like new wave to me.

Wait, you know what new wave is?

(tires screeching)

(Suzanne gasps)

(screaming)

(steam hissing)

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

(seat belt clicks)

Dad.

Come on. Come on.

(door creaks)

(panting)

Mom, what can I do?

What should I do?

Help!

Please, somebody help!

Help! Over here!

Please!

Somebody help!

Help!

HENRY: You really think your
brother's gonna care about a photo?

(sighs)

Yes, because the last time he was here,

he made some crack about

not seeing one.

Well, don't we have
any more recent ones,

- like maybe him and his family?
- No.

Because in order to take one of those,

he'd have to be in the same
location as his family

for more than five minutes.

Okay, you might want to get
all that out of your system

before they get here.

That's what I'm doing.

You having second thoughts about
getting him that interview?

No. It's the perfect job for him.

I mean, if he's really
serious about settling down

and acting like a normal doctor

with a normal job.

I just... I don't want
him to resent me.

Well, Sophie made it
very clear that he needed

to get a job where he could
spend more time with them.

So, if he wants to keep
his family together,

he's doing the right thing.

I mean, I get how rewarding it is

to be a war-zone doctor.

Go to those places no one else will.

Sweep in, save lives,

sweep out.

Yeah, but Annie's only six.
She deserves a father.

We figured out how to
balance our lives, right?

So can he.

The fact that he wants to
turn things around says a lot.

Yeah, it does.

We have that figured out, right?

Absolutely.

(both laugh)

(knocking on door)

Oh.

Aah! Yay, they're here! Finally!

(laughing, excited chatter)

What's with all the adults?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

- Are we in the right house?
- Yes.

Wait a minute, who is this young woman?

Annie.

Uncle Henry's kidding, honey.

You remember Uncle Henry
and Aunt Elizabeth?

- No.
- ELIZABETH: Well, of course not.

Because the last time you were
here, it was so long ago,

- you were just three.
- I've seen pictures.

Well, we got plenty of time
to get to know each other.

Because why?

Because we're moving to this house.

- Oh. No, honey.
- (laughter)

To this town.

Well, we'll... we'll see how it goes.

Okay, who's hungry? Come on.

Come on, we got all
kinds of yummy muffins

and carbs and fruit.

Uh, kitchen is open for special orders.

Waffles and bacon.

No. Guests first.

And would you please put that away.

Just turning it off.

- I can also make smoothies.
- Everything looks great.

Can I see this girl's room?

Alison? She must like
what you're wearing.

She's into clothes.

So am I. In fact, I have a few looks

featured in a fashion and
design show at school.

Which you are all
officially invited to.

You don't have to come,

but please come.

We'd love to.

Should we check out my closet?

Sure.

I'm so glad you guys
could come in on a Sunday.

Then we have time to hang out.

So what is this new job Mom
told us about at Walter Reed?

Well, I don't have it yet.
I'm interviewing.

But it's training trauma surgeons

to perform in high-stress situations.

So teach people to do
what I... what I used to do.

It's gonna be so cool
to have you guys in town.

ELIZABETH (chuckles): Yeah.

Wow. 9.1. That's a...

That's a big earthquake, right?

ELIZABETH: Where?

- JASON: Venezuela.
- HENRY: Yeah, that's huge.

JASON: Everything's been knocked out.

There's no communication.

There hasn't been much upkeep
on the infrastructure there,

but a quake that size
could be devastating.

- Do we have an embassy in Caracas?
- (cell phone ringing)

Yeah, we do.

Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry...

Don't be. Go.

Nadine, how bad is it?

ELIZABETH: Still no
communication with the embassy?

No, ma'am. No contact with the
Venezuelan government, either.

Yeah, at this point,
even the sat phones

are spotty and unreliable.

All we know so far is
that President Suarez

was addressing the National Assembly

when the earthquake hit.

We have no idea why he called
a session on a Sunday.

Other than he thinks he's God?

- Miss Tolliver?
- He was probably mid anti-American rant.

And that guy never
misses an opportunity

to rail against the brutish
and imperialistic United States.

- He could be dead.
- Rest in peace.

Okay, here are the satellite
photos from Caracas.

The Plaza Bolivar is gone.

JAY: That's the roof of the
Capitolio on the ground.

The embassy is at least
still recognizable.

Would anyone even be there on a Sunday?

Keep trying our embassy
employees' sat phones.

Yep.

We need to get in touch
with the Ops Center

and get the latest stats
on Americans in country.

Daisy, Nadine, make sure
that the 800 number

and the Web site for
information on Venezuela

- are up and running.
- Yeah.

Coordinate with USAID.

I want to stay on top
of our progress there.

What about me, ma'am?

Help with the messaging
for worried families.

It's gonna be a hard few days.

If you could check on the 800 number,

I'll head over to the Ops Center.

Will do.

Excuse me, Ms. Tolliver,
your line kept ringing.

I picked it up... I didn't
know what the system was.

Well, there's not really
much of a system today.

- Who is it?
- Arabelle Marsh.

She's the wife of the
former Secretary of State.

She says you know her.

Of course. Uh, I'll take
the call in my office.

Well, she's here. She was calling

from downstairs from the lobby.

Oh. All right, uh...

Well, you can bring her up.

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

I'm sure it's about Venezuela.

- They had a place down there.
- Of course.

Uh, does she know?

About you and Secretary Marsh?

I have no idea.

Can you check in with the
Ops Center, too, please?

- Of course.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Arabelle... it's been a long time.

- How are you?
- I'm well, Nadine.

Thank you for seeing me.

Thank you.

I can imagine what kind
of day you're having.

Yes, it's a lot.

There's still not a great
deal of communication,

and we're scrambling for information.

Well, unfortunately,
that's what I'm looking for.

You remember Vincent and I
had a ranch outside of Caracas?

Yes, I do.

Well, I kept it going
after he passed away,

with the same property
manager we had for years.

She lives in an area that's
close to where the quake struck,

and I have not been able to reach her.

I know it's a lot to ask,

but I wondered if maybe
you could help me

find out about her?

Of course. What's her name?

Carla Alvarez.

You might have even spoken
with her on occasion.

Yes, I believe so.

I feel bad about asking,

but she really is like family.

Well, I'll do my best to get
whatever information I can.

Thank you, Nadine.

So terrible what's happening.

I have fond memories of
being there with Vincent.

Such a turbulent place,
but he found it beautiful.

Something about it really spoke to him.

I remember.

So I will look into this
and get back to you

as soon as I can.

- Thank you. Bye.
- Yeah.

Bye.

Hey. So USAID and the navy are all set.

The hospital ship is manned,
stocked, and ready to go.

Well, we can't move
until we get permission

from the Venezuelan government.

Right, because President Suarez

would consider American aid
to be an invading force.

Well, no foreign aid at
all can get in there

without consent from the top.

Ma'am, I have Ambassador
Willis in Caracas.

I got through on his sat phone.

Oh, thank God.

- Uh...
- (speakerphone beeps)

Chuck, it's Secretary McCord.

I'm here with Jay Whitman.

WILLIS (on phone):
Madam Secretary, Jay, finally.

(sighs)

You cannot imagine how relieved we are

to hear your voice. How are you?

- We are still standing.
- (siren wailing in background)

The embassy was built
to a higher building code

than most of the structures in Caracas.

So we took a hit,

but nothing like everyone else.

What about our people?

We have a number of
injuries, some missing.

Three confirmed dead.

We're still trying to get an
accurate account of everyone.

Look, I know we need
to get aid in there,

but we can't risk sending anyone in

without permission
from President Suarez.

President Suarez is dead.

My friend, Salvador Vela,
is the Secretary

of the National Assembly,

and according to him, the...
the whole Capitolio collapsed

as the president was speaking.

The Executive Vice President died, too.

We need to speak to the next
in the line of succession.

Who's that?

Uh... President of the
National Assembly.

He's dead, too.

Venezuela's constitution
only stipulates

a three-person line of succession.

There's no one else named after that.

Chuck, we'll figure this out.

Okay, in the meantime,
you need to stay safe

while we coordinate a response plan

to get all non-essential
embassy people evacuated, okay?

Yes, ma'am.

I know I don't need to say this, but...

please hurry.

Talk soon.

Okay, let's move!

MAN: Keep an eye on
those test tube kits.

They don't come cheap.

(vehicles approaching)

MAN: Vamos, chicos!

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No. Somos doctores.

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(men clamoring and yelling in Spanish)

Somos doctores. Somos doctores!

Somos doctores!

Somos doctores! Somos doctores!

_

♪

HILL: The abducted aid
workers are part of an NGO

operating out of Florida.

They're called

The International
Collective of Doctors.

They pride themselves on
being the first to arrive

wherever they're most needed.

Yeah, well, they might
want to rethink that.

Do we have any idea who
grabbed them and why?

DEA Intel says that they
were taken by Los Huérfanos,

a mega-gang that rules
the slums of Caracas.

They've also become

the unofficial police force

for Francisco Suarez Jr.

The late president's son?

He has a reputation for being
a globetrotting partier.

He's a gang leader now?

No.

He's in government now.

He says he's the new president.

He's never held public office.

Even the Venezuelans make fun of him.

So he has no real claim
to the presidency.

What he does have is six
American aid workers.

HILL: Suarez Jr.'s actions
have managed to halt

all other international groups

from sending in aid
because of safety concerns.

I'd hate to pile on, but...

I spoke with
Colombia's foreign minister.

They're expecting a sizeable escalation

in what's already a big
refugee problem with Venezuela.

Well, we have hit the trifecta...

a hostage crisis,
a humanitarian crisis,

and a political crisis.

All in one.

Let's start by tracking down Suarez Jr.

Get him on the phone,
see what his demands are.

Sir,

we can't acknowledge
the status he's assumed.

Of course not.

We're calling to offer our condolences

for the loss of his father.

Then see what happens.

Anybody home?

HENRY: Just me. I'm in the kitchen.

Just you?

Yup.

What have you done with my family?

Apparently, there was some
kind of sewing crisis

in the collection

for Alison's fashion show,

so Sophie and Annie volunteered

to be her wingmen at the fabric store.

Hey, that... that sounds...

Terrifying?

So terrifying.

Well, I guess you'll be the
first to know, I got the job.

Hey, man.

Fantastic, congratulations.

- Oh, good for you.
- I'll be head of the training program.

Grooming my successors.

And I am stoked.

Dude.

Lying is not your gift.

Well, not stoked yet,

but, uh, I'll get there.

Well, come on, it's important work.

And you get to stay in the same
place for a while, you know?

Keep your family.

You know, if we don't get aid
down in Venezuela soon,

it's gonna make Haiti
look like a day at the fair.

Oh, I know.

I just got off the phone
with your sister.

She had the overwhelmed voice.
You know, that...

Oh, yeah.

Half sentences.

(sniffs) Unfinished thoughts.

Dangling modifiers.

Wow, sloppy grammar Elizabeth?

(chuckles) She's in the thick of it.

Yeah, she is.

But having you guys
around really helps.

Yeah, we really like spending
time with you guys, too.

You know, every time

I flew into one of these disasters,

it started the same way.

We'd tell each other our war stories.

It sounded like a competition,

but I'm sure we were just preparing for

what we were about to walk into.

I don't know if you had a
similar process in the Marines.

You mean posturing and bravado,
and trash talking

to disguise how terrified

we all were?

Nah, we didn't have anything
like that in the Marines.

Do you ever miss it?

Being a part of something bigger?

Something essential?

Well, I'd like to think
that I still am.

But it doesn't have to
be round the clock.

And it shouldn't have
to cost you everything.

Just because something
isn't life-threatening,

doesn't mean it's not essential.

So you really managed
to get there, huh?

Yeah.

How?

Well, I thought about
all the guys I knew

who made the ultimate sacrifice.

Those brave men and women who
left their families behind.

Some didn't even have a
chance to have a family.

And they were willing to risk that...

uh... I guess for the
same reason I was,

a sense of duty.

But there comes a point
where you've done your part,

and if you go beyond that,

then you might have other motives.

Honestly,

the idea of losing my
family scared me in a way

that going into battle never did.

Yeah.

I get that.

DALTON: We would like to express

our condolences on
the loss of your father.

He was a great man.

Something your country
never acknowledged.

ELIZABETH: We all come
together in times of loss,

Mr. Suarez.

That's why we'd like to talk about

the American aid workers who have been

taken hostage by Los Huérfanos.

This is news to me.

But perhaps these aid workers should've

come to me first, I would've tried to

assuage my people's fear

that America was staging
a covert invasion.

A covert invasion armed
with medical supplies?

Los Huérfanos is rumored
to be quite vicious.

I can talk to them on your behalf,

but I would need something in return.

Recognize my presidency

and acknowledge its legitimacy.

Fine, Mr. President.

Now, will you please
free our aid workers?

I will need a public acknowledgement

of my presidency.

Show me and my people
the respect we deserve,

and I will insure the
release of your hostages

and allow international aid
missions into my country,

but under my supervision.

DALTON: If you want
the trust and loyalty

of your people, freeing our aid workers

so that international aid can flow in,

will take you a lot further
than attempting to blackmail

the United States.

I suggest you move quickly

so that your people will not be harmed.

That little pissant.

A pissant who seems to
have us over a barrel.

He knows that a U.S.-recognized

administration would
give him legitimacy.

We cannot be seen as capitulating

to a wannabe dictator.

Of course not.

But we still have a humanitarian crisis

that's getting worse by the hour,

and six American hostages' lives

that hang in the balance.
We've got to do something.

Decapitation strike by
way of natural disaster.

There's nothing in the
rule book for that.

On the up side,

we don't have to worry
about breaking the rules.

ELIZABETH: So...

what if we help the Venezuelans
find a legitimate leader?

JAY: I just talked to my buddy
Pete at the Venezuela desk.

He says we could make the argument

that the title of interim president

should go to the
senior-most surviving member

of the National Assembly.

So roughly the same as
our Speaker of the House.

Exactly.

It's an interpretation we can
use to get someone in power.

I think the U.N. would support it.

Okay, that's good.

So who is it and is he
or she still alive?

Salvador Vela, the Secretary
of the National Assembly.

Who told Ambassador Willis
that President Suarez was dead.

So, we know he survived.

If we go to Vela and get
him to accept the position

of interim president,

he would be eons more
legitimate than Suarez Jr.

Well, and he would
certainly allow in aid, so...

There's one small hiccup.

Of course there is.

We don't know where Vela is.

We need a search and rescue mission.

Don't we have assets
in Colombia, right?

DEA has armed units stationed

within miles of the
border with Venezuela.

Okay, doesn't solve our hostage crisis,

but it's a start.

- I'm going back to the White House.
- Yes, ma'am.

Daisy, any word yet

on that woman I asked you to find,

- Carla Alvarez?
- Uh, not yet.

(scoffs)

I've been trying to coordinate
with the Ops Center

about the hotline we set up.

Though the information
is still spotty and unreliable.

I'll keep checking.

Oh, never mind, I'll do it myself.

Seriously?

Hospitals in Caracas,
the ones still standing,

you think someone's
still taking patient info?

I'm doing the best that I can.

I know. I know,
you're right. I'm sorry.

We're all a little on edge.

And I can see how this would be
a little more sensitive for you.

I know Carla Alvarez.

Did you know her well?

I'd see her when Vincent
and I visited down there.

Arabelle doesn't know
I ever went to the ranch.

Unless she does.

Ugh.

This situation

is just a big morass.

I feel like blurting out the truth.

Which would be awful.

But I don't know,
maybe it would just...

I don't know, set us both free

somehow.

(sighs)

I'm just not sure that
I can carry this forever.

Not by myself.

Foreign affairs, I'm great.

Domestic affairs?

Not so much.

(chuckles)

Because the telecommunications
are so disrupted,

most of the nation doesn't even know

that Suarez Jr. has declared

himself president,
but we have to act fast.

So, assuming we can even find Vela,

if communications are so bad,

how-how is he gonna let his people know

that he's in charge?

We'd have to get him to Caracas,

to the local television station there,

which is in the process of rebooting.

And what if Suarez Jr.
gets there first?

Well, that's a possibility.

But... I think he's playing
a different game...

waiting for your endorsement

before he goes in front of the cameras.

Well, any mission the U.S. undertakes

to help Mr. Vela become president

would have to be done
with a deft touch.

Or how about not at all?

The U.S. can't risk
being seen as installing

a puppet president in Caracas.

This is in no way

the Contras and the Sandinistas.

We're not putting
our thumb on the scale,

just delivering to the
Venezuelan people a...

key part toward building

their own scale.

(sighs) Well...

Vela's no friend of the United States.

He's been very vocal about it...

so we got that going for us.

He may not be a friend to the U.S.,

but he is legitimate and a lot of lives

would be saved if we help him.

Would he help us free our hostages?

We have every reason to think
that once he's in charge

and he has the military behind him,

he would want to free

our doctors and nurses

who have come to help his people.

I know the intrusion
of political reality

may not be welcome here,
but losing lives

in a covert Venezuelan op...

could cost us our already

tenuous grasp on the election.

I'm-I'm not... saying it's a factor.

It's just a fact.

Noted.

But I can't let the election stop us

from saving so many lives.

Let's move on this.

Hello.

We're in here.

Male bonding in my kitchen.

I love that.

Where's everybody else?

HENRY: Girls night.

Something about pedicures and salad.

Tempted as we were,

we opted for leftovers and beer.

HENRY: Jason's upstairs,

claiming to be doing his homework.

He's probably gambling online.

As long as he wins.

(sighs) What are you having?

I wasn't sure

I'd get to see you tonight, but, uh...

since you're here...

...I've decided not to take the job.

I'm going to Venezuela
with my medical team.

First of all,
you're not going to Venezuela

because no aid is allowed in there yet.

The State Department has
officially issued a warning

against any U.S. citizen
entering the country.

We consider ourselves warned.

And second of all,

you cannot do that to your family.

To Sophie and Annie, but also to me.

I-I went out on a limb

to get you that job interview.

The people at Walter Reed
were very understanding.

- (sighs)
- So...

- Of course they were.
- They were.

Everybody's always
understanding of the big hero.

'Cause they don't get to see what

your choices cost everyone around you.

Look, Henry seems to have made
his peace with letting go

of being in the field,
but we're not the same guy.

Henry puts himself at risk

- more than you know.
- Elizabeth.

But unlike you,

he has an understanding of limits.

Yeah, and he's right here.

You know how Sophie feels.

If you go back in the field,
she's going to leave you.

You know that.

You need to start calling

this what it is.

This is an addiction.

(laughing): Really?

Is-Is that it?

No, I couldn't be more serious, Will.

You need help.

So, when I go to work
in a dangerous situation,

it's an addiction, but when you do it,

it's a calling.

I am not constantly
putting my life at risk.

No, just half the time.

Nearly getting yourself
blown up in Iran?

That happened.

And Henry just told me
about your stalker.

Wow, you guys did

- a lot of talking.
- Yeah, we had a family talk.

I never imagined it
would be used against me.

- Well, that's what Will does.
- I was using it

- to illustrate a point, as family, that...
- Divide and conquer.

- Okay.
- Anyone and anything is fair game

- You know what?
- as long as it serves

his higher purpose.

I don't want to fight about this.

I'm going to Venezuela.

Oh, boy, here we go.

I can't believe

you're just walking out,
bailing on the whole thing.

Just let it go.

(sighs)

Mom and Dad would be
so disappointed right now.

What?

It's true.

Don't-don't... You have

no idea what letting
them down feels like.

None.

I was there.

You weren't.

Really? You want to do this?

Okay, I wasn't there.

I wasn't in the car.

If I had been,
maybe they would have lived.

Or maybe I

- That's...
- would have died, too, or instead.

- That's not what I'm...
- Do you think that I haven't

turned that scenario over in my mind

- a million times?
- That is not

- what I'm talking about.
- Then what?!

What are you talking about?!

I couldn't save her, all right?

Mom died because of me,

because I didn't know what to do.

They died instantly.

That was the story, but it's not true.

She was still alive...

for, I don't know, a few minutes.

Just sitting there, staring at me.

I-I used my sweatshirt

to try and stop the bleeding,

but it was pointless, so I...

I just left to try and get some help.

And by the time I came back,
she was gone.

So, the last thing our
mother saw was me...

failing her.

You never told me.

Why would I?

Because it's the story of my life, too.

Not that moment.

That one...

(sighs deeply)

...that one belongs to me.

(phone buzzing)

You gonna get that?

I have to go, but I want
to talk about this later.

Please, don't leave before we do.

(door closing)

We've located

Salvador Vela.

He is safely hiding in a residence

in El Junquito,

which is about ten
miles west of Caracas.

Good, so that's near
the television station.

Except he's in no shape to be moved.

WARE: I've spoken with our DEA units

on the ground there

and they've assessed his condition.

He has a compound leg
fracture that he sustained

when the Capitolio collapsed.

It's vital that we get him
to declare the presidency.

You're telling me there's no
way to secure his leg enough

for a ten mile journey?

If he had gotten immediate
medical care, maybe.

He's got a high fever.

He's in and out of consciousness.

They gave him first aid,
but he needs a lot more

than we can supply.

Then what about
abandoning this strategy

and going directly for our hostages?

Any progress

- on where they're being held?
- None.

Los Huérfanos is a gang that operates

out of the slums of Caracas.

They have no central hideout

that we can ascertain.

We're out of alternatives and time.

So what?

We just give Suarez Jr. what he wants?

Maybe.

As Russell said,
when there's no rule book,

you don't have to worry
about breaking the rules.

Sometimes I just say stuff.

Yeah, but there's always
a little wisdom in it.

I think you may be right, Bess.

Seriously?

Arabelle, hi.

Hi, Nadine.

I have good news for you.

Carla's safe?

Yes, she is.

Well, she was injured,

but she received treatment

at a local clinic

and she'll make a full recovery.

I'm so relieved.

Thank you.

As I said, she's like family.

And I appreciate you taking
the time to do this for me.

Well, I was glad to help.

Actually... I was happy to be able

to do something for you.

Oh?

Why is that?

Well, uh...

I feel like we fell
out of communication

after Vincent passed.

And, uh... it was so...

well, it was... such an abrupt end.

We never really...
got a chance to talk.

Well, the truth is, it's painful
for me to be around you, Nadine.

I'm sorry.

When the scandal hit, I was blindsided.

I felt so ashamed,

realizing I didn't know my husband

the way I thought I did.

But the idea that he was a conspirator

in this rogue operation

to blow up the Iran peace deal...

covert meetings,

secret bank accounts, all of it...

and I didn't have a clue.

(breathes shakily)

Well...

...what you need to
remember is that he died

trying to do the right thing.

He was a good man who took a wrong turn

for idealistic reasons,

no matter how misguided they were.

He lost his bearings a little...

but that didn't change
everything about who he was.

Yes.

That's right.

But it also doesn't
change how blind I was.

You loved him.

And we know what they say about that.

Nadine, is there anything
else I need to know?

No.

There isn't.

Well.

Thank you, again.

For your time.

Take care.

♪

(door opens)

Venezuela faces a crucial
time in its history,

and every crucial time
requires a capable leader.

With President Francisco Suarez Jr.

taking the helm
as Venezuela's new president,

we anticipate that the recovery
from this natural disaster

will be handled with supreme
care and expediency.

God Bless the people of Venezuela.

REPORTER: As to be expected,

Dalton's opponents in the election

wasted no time in reacting.

Once again, we see just how
weak President Dalton is.

Anointing the first person
who claims his name

is Suarez to the position of president.

REYNOLDS: President Dalton once again

demonstrates just how tone deaf he is

to the rest of the world.
What about the Venezuelan...

(laughter)

(excited chatter)

Mr. President...

the hostages.

We have to work on

getting them released immediately.

I am a man of my word.

Tell your president I said that.

The hostages will be at
Charallave airport in an hour.

♪

(shouting in Spanish)

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, everybody!

DALTON: Congratulations, gentlemen.

Some of your finest work

performed for an audience of one.

(laughter) You're much
more relaxed when speaking

to an imaginary press, Conrad.

REYNOLDS: I have to say, I'm more than

a little unnerved by
both your acting skills.

Well, we have to send
a special thanks to CYBERCOM.

'Cause of their signal jamming,
there was no chance

Suarez Jr. could check
with the outside world

on our little, uh, fake news report.

Well, I think this demonstrates
what we can achieve

when we come together
for common goals and values.

Some things do rise above
the level of partisan politics,

like being blackmailed
by a common thug.

Hear, hear. Hostages saved,
dictatorship averted.

Uh, we're still working
on that last part.

Thanks again, gentlemen.

- EVANS: Mr. President.
- REYNOLDS: Sir.

DEA reports Junior's still
holed up in his bunker,

but now he's sending out gang
members to summon the press.

We might not have long before
he realizes he's been duped

and makes a run at the
state television station.

So, how are we going to get aid to Vela

so he can get well enough
to get there first?

It could just be a matter of
turning a helicopter around.

- What? The hostages?
- They're all ready to go.

We just pulled them
from the jaws of death.

Can we really ask them to go back in?

From what I know about
guys like this...

we may not even have to ask.

(birds chirping, dog barks)

Hi, Daddy.

Hey, sweet pea.

You know I'm... I'm leaving today.

Yes.

I'm gonna be gone
for awhile, but, uh...

(sighs) you know I love you.

I love you, too.

Come here.

Oop...

There are...

sick people,

who need daddy's help,
you know that, right?

Otherwise, there's nothing
that would make me leave you

or your mother.

I know. Bye, Daddy.

♪

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

I'm doing a quick load of laundry.

- Do you want to throw anything in?
- Oh,

no, thanks. Do you know where it is?

- Yeah.
- (door opens)

Hey.

Where's Will?

You just missed him.

I did?

He's flying out to Venezuela.

Annie and I are packing
to go back to London.

Sophie, I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

To be honest,

I never really thought the
whole job thing would happen.

But I appreciate everything you did.

Mind if I get tucked into the wine

while I do this?

Help yourself.

(quietly): Thank you.

I can't believe he left.

Did you try and stop him?

No.

Look, maybe it's time
we just let him be.

He knows what's at stake.
We did the best we could.

Or, you might still be
able to catch him. Go.

Just like that?
Chase him to the airport?

Yeah. He's your brother.

I love you.

- I love you, too.
- Okay.

(door opens)

There's a military aid
transport, leaving for Caracas.

Uh, yes ma'am.
It just took off at 2100 hours.

You missed your flight?

- Couldn't go.
- Why not?

When I said good-bye to Annie,

she wasn't upset.

Made no impression on her,

and she wasn't masking her pain.

She was just used to

Daddy going away. (chuckles)

That's her life.

So...

for the first time ever,
when I got ready to board,

I thought, you know what?

Let someone else do it.

I think it's okay to pass the mantle.

You've saved enough people for a while.

And none of them are ever gonna be Mom.

No. They never are.

I'm so sorry that...

you had to... (sighs)

go through this alone,
and I'm mad at myself

for not figuring it out, I...

With what? Your magical CIA skills?

No.

With my magical big sister skills.

- It was my job to take care of you.
- Yeah.

Well, I was trying to take care of you.

I just didn't think it
was something that you

needed to know.

I've never really been
able to give you anything,

except that.

- That's not a gift, Will.
- I know.

It's a plan that a stupid,
traumatized 13-year-old

came up with, and for some reason,

I was still carrying it around.

Well, return it.

I'd rather have something from the Gap.

You know, last night,

when the three of us were fighting,

it felt s... distantly familiar.

And I thought, this is weird,
all these messy feelings

flying around... what is it?

And then I remembered,

like going back in a time machine,

that this is family.

And I've been running
from it my whole life

because I'm afraid of losing it.

Again.

You're not gonna lose us.

- Sophie on the other hand...
- Oh...

I know.

I called her.

The woman... she's crazy.

For some reason, she still loves me,

at least enough to have the discussion.

Maybe we can work it out.

I don't believe the last thing Mom saw

was you failing her.

The last thing she saw
was that you were okay.

And she knew that we
would have each other.

I think she was all right,

knowing that.