The Brink (2015): Season 1, Episode 3 - Baghdad My Ass - full transcript
At the ISI headquarters in Islamabad, Alex watches his interrogator Haroon Raja practice his golf swing while he complains about his estranged half-brother Umair Zaman. Raja tasks Alex with...
Ah, come on. Come on.
That paranoid fool.
He was always frightened of horses.
Never even learned to ride.
Can you imagine the level
of narcissism it takes
to fake a photograph like that?
He was constantly grabbing what wasn't his.
Always jumping the line.
Did you guys used to date
the same girl or something?
It pains me to say he...
is my half brother.
We do not speak.
These new Japanese clubs are shit!
Bring me my old Titleist clubs!
Understand this, Alex Talbot,
You have no value to me,
except for your relationship
with Walter Larson.
In that case, I'm your guy.
Walter once said that he
and I were, and I quote,
- "Cut from the same..."
- Spare me the bullshit.
I had to suffer through enough
of it during your interrogation.
That was no fun for anyone.
I still got a little...
water stuck in my ear.
Right now, I'm the only one
who knows you sent that fax.
Good, 'cause I'm certainly
not gonna tell anybody.
But if you do not get a
message to Walter Larson for me,
You and the family that helped
you send it will all be...
executed...
for espionage.
Alex Talbot, at your service.
I need you to tell Walter
that in order to get what he wants,
I must first get what I want.
Yeah, I heard in military prison
pilots are tops. You think that's true?
If you're trying to make me feel
better that's a weird way to do it.
I could really use one
of your Xanax right now.
Fuck!
My pills.
I gotta get back to my rack and
flush my stash before the MPs do.
Those pills could get traced
back to Ashley and the kids.
I got news for you, man; they ain't
letting us out of here anytime soon.
Commander Tilson, you have a visitor.
Gail...
Zeke, we need to talk.
Jesus, man. He knows. You're pregnant.
Okay, got it. And that's
confirmed? All right, thank you.
Indian forces just attacked
a Pakistani border post along
the Kashmir Line of Control in
retaliation for the drone strike.
Great. Plus, not wanting to
miss out on any of the fun,
China's now mobilizing troops
along its part of the border.
What's the weather like in New Delhi?
Let me guess, 100 fucking degrees?
- 118.
- Good lord.
And why can't anyone go to
war in the Caribbean for fuck's sake?
Jesus Christ, no wonder
they're so goddamn cranky.
Get the Indian Foreign
Minister on the phone,
and make damn sure the air conditioning
is working at the Taj Palace Hotel.
Okay. Pack deodorant.
Kendra Peterson.
Whoa.
Oh, Mr. Secretary!
Oh, shit.
Don't mind me, I'm just gonna
grab a few things and I'll be gone.
Shuttle diplomacy requires clean clothes.
Holy mother of Jesus.
Looks like I owe you a free drink
next time you come by Bobby Van's.
- Billy, leave.
- Right.
- See you, Billy.
- Mr. Secretary.
I didn't expect you home. Obviously.
Nuclear crisis.
Walter, you and I need
to discuss something.
What? Billy? You know I'm fine with that.
No, not Billy. We need
to discuss my nomination.
I need to know. Have
you heard anything...
I don't have time.
Did you hear something? I gotta keep
India from going to war with Pakistan.
Have you seen my travel adapter?
The, uh... you know,
the three-pronged one?
Not the two, like Europe,
but the three, like the UK.
But the things are a little slanted.
No? Okay.
Wow, that was like porn-star sized.
I'm being ordered to shore duty.
San Diego.
I'm gonna have this baby on my own.
On your own?
It's my flesh and blood.
A part of me is inside of you.
Quit while you're ahead. You
heard her, you're off the hook.
Shut the fuck up. Got it.
You're not exactly father
material at the moment.
You're a drug dealer.
Plus, it sounds like you're
going to prison for a long time.
Zeke's gonna be a top.
Jammer's just gonna be one big open pussy.
Can you just...
Stand up there?
Face the wall.
If we never see each other again,
there's just one thing
I need you to do for me.
The MPs won't let me up to my stateroom.
So I need you to go up
there and find all my pills
and flush 'em down the
toilet before they get to 'em.
Father of the year.
Guard.
Ma'am.
Can I turn around now?
No.
Oh, you again.
You're alive. How did you get away?
By involuntarily volunteering
to help Haroon Raja.
Haroon Raja? The head of the ISI?
The man who is responsible for making
people disappear? That Haroon Raja?
Yep, that's the one.
And you have, once again, put
my family squarely in his sights
by coming back to my house.
Look, the fact is I don't know anyone else.
Rafiq, I gotta get a
message to Walter Larson.
I'm gonna need you to get
me back to the embassy.
I am through risking my life for you.
Cool. I get it.
Zaman's gonna blow up the world
unless I get this message to Walter,
but just do what's in your heart.
Fine, I will take you to
the embassy, but that's it.
Thank you.
Now, we really gotta hit the road,
and I'm gonna need some clean clothes
that don't scream, "CIA spy,"
preferably something very traditional.
I may have something
for you, if you promise
- never to come back.
- I promise.
- Come on. Sit down and have something.
- Sorry, no time.
- Come on, please.
- Eh, maybe just something for the road.
I'm starving, actually. Could
you pass that green stuff, please?
Sure.
- Mmm.
- What's that smell?
Mm, urine.
Whoa.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I didn't mean for you to see that.
Well, it was pretty hard to miss.
Still, it was really embarrassing.
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Neither does Billy. Boy, he could
start a cult with that thing.
- He could.
- I mean, that's pretty big.
- I mean, that's gotta hurt.
- Well, it doesn't exactly hurt...
Anyway, this has nothing to do with Billy.
I just heard that my
nomination is dead in the water.
It's not dead in the
water. It's an uphill climb.
An uphill climb, but we're
gonna push it through.
I'm taking the Pentagon
General Counsel job.
- No, you're not.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-mm.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm not gonna let you work for Pierce.
It's not your decision to make.
You're gonna wind up writing legal
briefs condoning torture for that prick.
Or I'm gonna be able to make
a difference from the inside.
The inside changes you,
you don't change the inside.
Well, your outside approach isn't working.
You realize the only reason Pierce is
offering you that job is to fuck with me.
Mr. Secretary?
I'm sorry to interrupt. Indian Foreign
Minister, he's warning you not to come.
Okay. You are such a
fucking narcissistic asshole!
I'll wait in the car.
Wait.
That was my wife talking to me, Rakesh.
- Jesus Christ. Did I insult him again?
- Fix it!
- I don't know, I'll find out.
- Fuck me.
Joanne, I am... I really
want to talk about this,
but I don't have the time right now.
Okay.
I'm taking the Pentagon job. Safe travels.
Fuck.
This outfit belonged to my father.
Try not to get blood all over it.
That the fate of nations rests in
your hands is incredibly alarming.
I do not have any more time for this. I'm
late, and my students are waiting for me.
You teach? I have so
much respect for teachers.
- I'd love to talk with you about it.
- No.
I believe I was speaking to your daughter.
I believe I speak for my daughter.
Oh, so we're gonna do
this Old World. All right.
I'm game. Bring it.
I'm very much looking forward
to you being gone when I return.
Bye, baby.
She'll warm up to me.
Okay...
Shalom aleichem.
That's Hebrew.
Good luck to you both.
Uh, thank you for all that
deep background, there.
Of course, Mr. Secretary.
- Are you sure you're all right?
- Absolutely. I'm fine.
It was just a muscle spasm.
Okay.
You might wanna take it
easy on that stuff, sir.
You telling me I'm drinking too much?
No, the steward said he didn't have time
to fully stock, and we're running low.
Right. Well, fuck it.
- It dulls the pain.
- The President is on the line, sir.
Mr. President?
Walter, good luck in New Delhi.
The last thing we need is an India-Pakistan
war on top of the Zaman situation.
Speaking of which, where are you with Raja?
Where am I with Raja?
Well, I'm feeling good about
him. He's definitely our man.
If there's anyone that can
take down Zaman, it's Raja.
Mr. President, are you alone?
Of course I am, but what
exactly does Raja want from us?
What does Raja want?
Well, we're still working out the details.
I'm sure we can cobble together a package.
Well, assuming we do, what
exactly is Raja's plan of action?
It's a delicate maneuver, sir.
A lot of facets to be worked out.
While I'm in the region, I will meet
with Raja and work out the details.
Well, that's kind of vague, Walter.
When are you talking to him next?
Soon. Just keep Pierce on his choke collar.
Make sure he doesn't shit all over my plan.
Your plan is bullshit!
You're nowhere, Larson!
Pierce is there with you?
He just walked in.
Mr. President, excuse me, I'd
like to say something to Pierce.
- Fuck you!
- Well, fuck you very much.
Walter, I gotta be honest. I thought we'd
be a lot further along with Raja by now.
Mr. President, he had
nothing to begin with.
Are you lying to my face?
Walter? Walter?
Walter?
Shit!
- Mr. Secretary?
- Oh, shit.
God. Medic!
That kid won't stop staring at me.
I'm sure she's one of
Raja's midget assassins.
Okay, this is our stop.
Oh, yeah.
Shukria. Shukria. Shukria.
Shakira. Shakira. Shakira.
Look, Shakira's a singer.
Okay, I was just saying what you said.
- Rafiq?
- Yeah?
When we get to the embassy,
let me handle everything.
- Come on, let's go.
- Hey!
- Embassy's this way.
- Oh, right.
Hey, let me take the lead,
please. It's this way.
Whoa! Where are you
going? You don't even know.
- Follow me.
- Shit.
- You don't know where you're going.
- Yes, I do. This way.
Okay. Beep beep. Stop.
Hey, I've never seen you like
this. You're so driven right now.
Well, let's just say Raja
was very good at convincing me
how important it is I
deliver his message to Larson.
- Yeah? What did he say?
- Eh, I'm not at liberty to share.
That's next level shit. Sorry, bro.
Ah, he threatened to kill you.
Hey, it's strictly need to
know. You know the drill.
- Yeah, he threatened to kill you.
- Well, not in so many words.
Eh, in those exact words.
Okay, yes, he threatened
to kill me. Are you happy?
Did he tie your dick to a horse?
I can't say. Maybe yes, maybe no.
That's his specialty. He loves to do that.
- Did he do the nipple thing?
- I'm not talking about it. No!
When we get in there, I'm gonna
tell 'em it was my fault, man.
I gave you the wrong pill. It was my fault.
Now that you mention it, it kinda was.
Lieutenant Commander Zeke
Tilson reporting, sir.
Sit down.
Let these proceedings begin.
Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.
Pardon me.
- How you doing, Charlie?
- Yeah, hi.
Mm-hmm. I just pray
I still have Walter
Larson's contact info
around here somewhere.
Ah, I see you like to mock
cultures wherever you go, huh?
Alex, going native on us?
Haven't seen you around
here since the coup.
Not now, Rosetti.
This import license took forever.
This is the last time I'm
doing your work for you.
Thank you, Diana. I appreciate you.
You are really beloved around here, huh?
This office is a seething cauldron of
civil service jealousy and resentment.
Okay, look, I got you where you
need to be. I'm gonna go now.
Wait! No, no, no. You gotta
help me find this phone number.
No, no, you don't. I'm not
even supposed to be here, okay?
Here's the thing. If we don't get
Raja's demands to Walter Larson,
he's not just gonna kill
me. He's gonna kill you.
And your entire family.
What?
Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't
think that was something I should know?
I didn't want you to be mad at me.
- You're my only friend around here.
- I am not your friend!
- Fuck you!
- Find the number!
You are my friend. Yes,
you find the fucking number.
- What am I looking for?
- A phone number, written on a thing.
Look for a phone number
on something important.
- What is important?
- This is it.
Great.
Now we just need to get to
the ambassador's secure line.
- Oh, that should be easy.
- Follow me.
Sir, visibility was bad. It was real bad.
Sir, visibility was normal.
Everything was
operational when we...
Came under threat.
Sir?
When all of a sudden you thought
you were under legitimate threat.
Um, not exactly.
Sir, the truth is... Let the
admiral finish, commander.
Yes, sir.
You fired your sidewinder under
the normal rules of engagement.
Fully justified given the
information you had at the time.
The missile fell harmlessly into the sea.
Isn't that correct, commander?
But we did hit something, sir. A drone.
Commander Tilson,
your sidewinder did not hit a drone.
Therefore, the US Navy is not responsible
for starting a military engagement
between two sovereign nations.
Um...
No, we did not, sir.
Matter of fact, as far
as the Navy's concerned,
there never was any drone.
Fuckin' A. There wasn't any drone.
These proceedings are concluded,
and you both are hereby dismissed.
Get out of here!
What was that all...
Tilson, Taylor.
The results of both your
urine tests came back.
Negative.
- All right.
- Zeke bag?
I expect that next shipment
of Provigil to be on the house.
Oh, yes, sir.
Just the thought of doing my job without
it puts this great country of ours at risk.
What the
hell's going on down there?
- Kidney stone.
- Really? Is that all?
Thank God.
It feels like my cock
is gonna split in half.
That's because it's infected. We
need to operate as soon as possible.
I suggest we turn back to DC immediately.
We can't turn back. I gotta
get to India to remind them
they're supposed to be
the goddamn pacifists.
But, sir, your health is at risk.
What's the worst that could happen?
Besides death? Kidney failure,
lose your ability to pass urine,
erectile dysfunction.
Turn the fuck back.
Please, Mr. Ambassador.
I am not going to put a mid-level
staffer with zero clearance
on my secure line with
the Secretary of State
during a crisis to relay a message
that has not been verified as authentic.
Yes, well, when you phrase it that way,
but I think, just this once, we
should throw protocol to the wind.
Our intel says Raja's not to be trusted.
With all due respect to your intel,
I need to get this information
to the Secretary right away.
Considering your reputation, Talbot,
I'm surprised at the effort
you've gone through, here.
Though the outfit's a
little bit over the top.
Sorry, no can do.
Actually, Mr. Ambassador,
you can do, and you must do.
No matter what the final outcome,
this crisis is now in the Lord's hands.
"It shall come as destruction
from the Almighty."
Isaiah, chapter three, verse 16.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Samantha!
We're fucked.
I have an idea.
Ashley, it's me. Where are you?
Just played a wedding. About
to go home and collapse.
What is it?
I'm leaving the Navy. I'm coming home.
Uh, what brought all this about?
One hell of a near miss.
Could have lost everything, but I didn't,
and now, I'm gonna do what's right.
Ash, it's time for me to take
responsibility for my actions.
Zeke, you're scaring me.
Listen, if you could send enough
product for one last, humongous score,
I could move it. I'll even
jack up my prices this time,
and then I could finally leave the
Navy and be a good father to the kids.
Zeke, I can't.
No, here's what you can't do:
raise two kids all by yourself,
while working all day at the pharmacy,
then spending all night trying
to make a few extra bucks
singing "The Time of my Life"
to a bunch of drunk bridesmaids?
Actually, Zeke, I can do that.
That is a good song.
I'm doing it right now, on my
own, without much help from you.
Los Angeles.
Los Angeles?
That's your dream, baby.
Let's make it happen.
I'll be there to watch the kids,
while you work on your singing career.
What do you say? Come on.
All we need is a little start-up cash.
I don't know, Zeke.
It's a chance for you to
finally put some distance
between you and that mother of yours.
It's not gonna be easy to put
together a shipment that big.
But I think I can do it.
Yes!
This is the right thing.
I promise.
- Okay.
- The right thing.
- Zeke, I gotta go.
- Bye.
You sure you know what you're doing, man?
Zeke Tilson's not gonna
let life push him around anymore.
From now on, he's gonna take it
by the balls and make it his bitch.
Man, I'm not trying to
sound gay, but that was hot.
Samantha, right?
Oh, you remembered.
- Rafiq, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
Samantha, we need access to
the ambassador's secure line.
I have a very important
message I need to get
to Secretary of State Walter Larson.
I'd like to
help, but you know I can't.
Uh... Okay, you know,
we can both see that you're an
incredibly open-minded person.
Yeah, I mean, it is so clear, right?
Oh, thank you.
But your boss, the
ambassador, I don't know.
I mean, it certainly seems like he
thinks we're headed for the end of days.
It's true.
He's completely losing it. This
whole, destruction of Israel thing
has him, like, really excited.
I just, I don't know what to do.
Well, you know, Samantha, there
actually is something that you can do.
Hm?
Sorry. I just would lose my job.
You mean the job you have? Working
for an unbalanced religious fanatic
who's actually looking forward
to the end of the world,
because he's under the misconception
that he's one of God's chosen
and will ascend to heaven,
while you and everyone
you love is burnt to
a radioactive crisp?
That job?
Oh, thank God. It's not just me.
No, trust us.
It is not just you.
The Ambassador's having lunch at the
top floor dining room. We have to hurry.
Yes!
Okay, you have five minutes. Just please
shut the door behind you when you leave.
And if you get caught, you're on your own.
And if the Rapture does come, you're
definitely getting good-killed by Jesus
and not bad-killed by Satan.
As long as I can keep my job.
So I just got a chance
to live up to my promise.
- What promise?
- Being a father to our kid.
You would come to San Diego?
Sure.
- Kids do need a father.
- Damn right they do.
If it's a boy, I could teach
him how to throw a spit ball.
- If it's a girl...
- Agatha.
Agatha. Agatha?
Agatha.
I could teach her how to palm a basketball.
'Cause she's probably gonna
grow to be six feet tall.
Yeah. Get a little house by the beach.
If we do this...
no more selling drugs.
Totally legit.
By the way, you didn't,
by any chance, get around
to flushing my pills, did you?
I did.
Good.
- Kendra Peterson.
- Kendra, Alex Talbot here.
Who? How did you get this number?
Uh, it was given to me by a
pair of blonde, Asian twins,
and I have a list of
demands from Haroon Raja.
Raja's using Alex Talbot as a go-between.
- Who?
- Uh, blonde, Asian twins.
Oh, that guy. I like that guy.
Talk to me, Talbot.
Raja's ready to move against Zaman.
- What's the ask?
- $200 million.
That's a lot of money, isn't it?
No, we can print as much
of that shit as we want.
- What else?
- I'm trying to remember. Hang on.
Raja wouldn't let me write
anything down. Uh, a satellite.
You know, one of those,
whatchamacallit satellites.
Communication intercept
satellite. What else?
- A nuclear submarine.
- A nuclear ballistic missile sub?
Yeah, that's it.
Christ, he's
not making this easy.
Please tell me that's it.
Ah, Mr. Ambassador, may we use your phone?
What the hell are you doing?
Hang on! Wait, there's
one more thing...
Ah, you shouldn't have done that.
You know, I was gonna fire you, but
instead, I'm gonna ship you off to Baghdad.
Enjoy being stationed in a city
so thoroughly drained of its charm,
that people go there now
just to blow themselves up.
- Ambassador Kittredge.
- Put Talbot back on, now, Kittredge!
Mr. Secretary, he does
not have any clearance to...
Now!
Yes, sir.
I'm back. What's Raja's final demand?
A golf club membership at Augusta.
The guy's nuts about golf.
Is he insane? Augusta? Impossible.
I'll see what I can do.
When this is all over, Mr. Secretary,
I'd like to be considered for a posting
to the embassy in Paris.
Right now, Talbot, you gotta
concentrate on not fucking this up.
Stay by that phone, wait for my call.
I'm taking this to the President.
Gotcha.
Baghdad my ass.
Patch me in to the White House.
I need to talk to the President.
Secretary Larson for the President.
Turn this plane back around to New Delhi.
We're heading to DC. You need a hospital.
They have hospitals in India.
You are in an incredible amount of pain.
I'm fine. That's because you're drunk.
You're damn right I am.
Mr. President, Raja's
ready to move against Zaman.
We now have the necessary elements
in place to depose that lunatic
before he can start a nuclear war.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's great work, Walter.
Yes.
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Ooh, ooh, ooh.
That paranoid fool.
He was always frightened of horses.
Never even learned to ride.
Can you imagine the level
of narcissism it takes
to fake a photograph like that?
He was constantly grabbing what wasn't his.
Always jumping the line.
Did you guys used to date
the same girl or something?
It pains me to say he...
is my half brother.
We do not speak.
These new Japanese clubs are shit!
Bring me my old Titleist clubs!
Understand this, Alex Talbot,
You have no value to me,
except for your relationship
with Walter Larson.
In that case, I'm your guy.
Walter once said that he
and I were, and I quote,
- "Cut from the same..."
- Spare me the bullshit.
I had to suffer through enough
of it during your interrogation.
That was no fun for anyone.
I still got a little...
water stuck in my ear.
Right now, I'm the only one
who knows you sent that fax.
Good, 'cause I'm certainly
not gonna tell anybody.
But if you do not get a
message to Walter Larson for me,
You and the family that helped
you send it will all be...
executed...
for espionage.
Alex Talbot, at your service.
I need you to tell Walter
that in order to get what he wants,
I must first get what I want.
Yeah, I heard in military prison
pilots are tops. You think that's true?
If you're trying to make me feel
better that's a weird way to do it.
I could really use one
of your Xanax right now.
Fuck!
My pills.
I gotta get back to my rack and
flush my stash before the MPs do.
Those pills could get traced
back to Ashley and the kids.
I got news for you, man; they ain't
letting us out of here anytime soon.
Commander Tilson, you have a visitor.
Gail...
Zeke, we need to talk.
Jesus, man. He knows. You're pregnant.
Okay, got it. And that's
confirmed? All right, thank you.
Indian forces just attacked
a Pakistani border post along
the Kashmir Line of Control in
retaliation for the drone strike.
Great. Plus, not wanting to
miss out on any of the fun,
China's now mobilizing troops
along its part of the border.
What's the weather like in New Delhi?
Let me guess, 100 fucking degrees?
- 118.
- Good lord.
And why can't anyone go to
war in the Caribbean for fuck's sake?
Jesus Christ, no wonder
they're so goddamn cranky.
Get the Indian Foreign
Minister on the phone,
and make damn sure the air conditioning
is working at the Taj Palace Hotel.
Okay. Pack deodorant.
Kendra Peterson.
Whoa.
Oh, Mr. Secretary!
Oh, shit.
Don't mind me, I'm just gonna
grab a few things and I'll be gone.
Shuttle diplomacy requires clean clothes.
Holy mother of Jesus.
Looks like I owe you a free drink
next time you come by Bobby Van's.
- Billy, leave.
- Right.
- See you, Billy.
- Mr. Secretary.
I didn't expect you home. Obviously.
Nuclear crisis.
Walter, you and I need
to discuss something.
What? Billy? You know I'm fine with that.
No, not Billy. We need
to discuss my nomination.
I need to know. Have
you heard anything...
I don't have time.
Did you hear something? I gotta keep
India from going to war with Pakistan.
Have you seen my travel adapter?
The, uh... you know,
the three-pronged one?
Not the two, like Europe,
but the three, like the UK.
But the things are a little slanted.
No? Okay.
Wow, that was like porn-star sized.
I'm being ordered to shore duty.
San Diego.
I'm gonna have this baby on my own.
On your own?
It's my flesh and blood.
A part of me is inside of you.
Quit while you're ahead. You
heard her, you're off the hook.
Shut the fuck up. Got it.
You're not exactly father
material at the moment.
You're a drug dealer.
Plus, it sounds like you're
going to prison for a long time.
Zeke's gonna be a top.
Jammer's just gonna be one big open pussy.
Can you just...
Stand up there?
Face the wall.
If we never see each other again,
there's just one thing
I need you to do for me.
The MPs won't let me up to my stateroom.
So I need you to go up
there and find all my pills
and flush 'em down the
toilet before they get to 'em.
Father of the year.
Guard.
Ma'am.
Can I turn around now?
No.
Oh, you again.
You're alive. How did you get away?
By involuntarily volunteering
to help Haroon Raja.
Haroon Raja? The head of the ISI?
The man who is responsible for making
people disappear? That Haroon Raja?
Yep, that's the one.
And you have, once again, put
my family squarely in his sights
by coming back to my house.
Look, the fact is I don't know anyone else.
Rafiq, I gotta get a
message to Walter Larson.
I'm gonna need you to get
me back to the embassy.
I am through risking my life for you.
Cool. I get it.
Zaman's gonna blow up the world
unless I get this message to Walter,
but just do what's in your heart.
Fine, I will take you to
the embassy, but that's it.
Thank you.
Now, we really gotta hit the road,
and I'm gonna need some clean clothes
that don't scream, "CIA spy,"
preferably something very traditional.
I may have something
for you, if you promise
- never to come back.
- I promise.
- Come on. Sit down and have something.
- Sorry, no time.
- Come on, please.
- Eh, maybe just something for the road.
I'm starving, actually. Could
you pass that green stuff, please?
Sure.
- Mmm.
- What's that smell?
Mm, urine.
Whoa.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- I didn't mean for you to see that.
Well, it was pretty hard to miss.
Still, it was really embarrassing.
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Neither does Billy. Boy, he could
start a cult with that thing.
- He could.
- I mean, that's pretty big.
- I mean, that's gotta hurt.
- Well, it doesn't exactly hurt...
Anyway, this has nothing to do with Billy.
I just heard that my
nomination is dead in the water.
It's not dead in the
water. It's an uphill climb.
An uphill climb, but we're
gonna push it through.
I'm taking the Pentagon
General Counsel job.
- No, you're not.
- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-mm.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm not gonna let you work for Pierce.
It's not your decision to make.
You're gonna wind up writing legal
briefs condoning torture for that prick.
Or I'm gonna be able to make
a difference from the inside.
The inside changes you,
you don't change the inside.
Well, your outside approach isn't working.
You realize the only reason Pierce is
offering you that job is to fuck with me.
Mr. Secretary?
I'm sorry to interrupt. Indian Foreign
Minister, he's warning you not to come.
Okay. You are such a
fucking narcissistic asshole!
I'll wait in the car.
Wait.
That was my wife talking to me, Rakesh.
- Jesus Christ. Did I insult him again?
- Fix it!
- I don't know, I'll find out.
- Fuck me.
Joanne, I am... I really
want to talk about this,
but I don't have the time right now.
Okay.
I'm taking the Pentagon job. Safe travels.
Fuck.
This outfit belonged to my father.
Try not to get blood all over it.
That the fate of nations rests in
your hands is incredibly alarming.
I do not have any more time for this. I'm
late, and my students are waiting for me.
You teach? I have so
much respect for teachers.
- I'd love to talk with you about it.
- No.
I believe I was speaking to your daughter.
I believe I speak for my daughter.
Oh, so we're gonna do
this Old World. All right.
I'm game. Bring it.
I'm very much looking forward
to you being gone when I return.
Bye, baby.
She'll warm up to me.
Okay...
Shalom aleichem.
That's Hebrew.
Good luck to you both.
Uh, thank you for all that
deep background, there.
Of course, Mr. Secretary.
- Are you sure you're all right?
- Absolutely. I'm fine.
It was just a muscle spasm.
Okay.
You might wanna take it
easy on that stuff, sir.
You telling me I'm drinking too much?
No, the steward said he didn't have time
to fully stock, and we're running low.
Right. Well, fuck it.
- It dulls the pain.
- The President is on the line, sir.
Mr. President?
Walter, good luck in New Delhi.
The last thing we need is an India-Pakistan
war on top of the Zaman situation.
Speaking of which, where are you with Raja?
Where am I with Raja?
Well, I'm feeling good about
him. He's definitely our man.
If there's anyone that can
take down Zaman, it's Raja.
Mr. President, are you alone?
Of course I am, but what
exactly does Raja want from us?
What does Raja want?
Well, we're still working out the details.
I'm sure we can cobble together a package.
Well, assuming we do, what
exactly is Raja's plan of action?
It's a delicate maneuver, sir.
A lot of facets to be worked out.
While I'm in the region, I will meet
with Raja and work out the details.
Well, that's kind of vague, Walter.
When are you talking to him next?
Soon. Just keep Pierce on his choke collar.
Make sure he doesn't shit all over my plan.
Your plan is bullshit!
You're nowhere, Larson!
Pierce is there with you?
He just walked in.
Mr. President, excuse me, I'd
like to say something to Pierce.
- Fuck you!
- Well, fuck you very much.
Walter, I gotta be honest. I thought we'd
be a lot further along with Raja by now.
Mr. President, he had
nothing to begin with.
Are you lying to my face?
Walter? Walter?
Walter?
Shit!
- Mr. Secretary?
- Oh, shit.
God. Medic!
That kid won't stop staring at me.
I'm sure she's one of
Raja's midget assassins.
Okay, this is our stop.
Oh, yeah.
Shukria. Shukria. Shukria.
Shakira. Shakira. Shakira.
Look, Shakira's a singer.
Okay, I was just saying what you said.
- Rafiq?
- Yeah?
When we get to the embassy,
let me handle everything.
- Come on, let's go.
- Hey!
- Embassy's this way.
- Oh, right.
Hey, let me take the lead,
please. It's this way.
Whoa! Where are you
going? You don't even know.
- Follow me.
- Shit.
- You don't know where you're going.
- Yes, I do. This way.
Okay. Beep beep. Stop.
Hey, I've never seen you like
this. You're so driven right now.
Well, let's just say Raja
was very good at convincing me
how important it is I
deliver his message to Larson.
- Yeah? What did he say?
- Eh, I'm not at liberty to share.
That's next level shit. Sorry, bro.
Ah, he threatened to kill you.
Hey, it's strictly need to
know. You know the drill.
- Yeah, he threatened to kill you.
- Well, not in so many words.
Eh, in those exact words.
Okay, yes, he threatened
to kill me. Are you happy?
Did he tie your dick to a horse?
I can't say. Maybe yes, maybe no.
That's his specialty. He loves to do that.
- Did he do the nipple thing?
- I'm not talking about it. No!
When we get in there, I'm gonna
tell 'em it was my fault, man.
I gave you the wrong pill. It was my fault.
Now that you mention it, it kinda was.
Lieutenant Commander Zeke
Tilson reporting, sir.
Sit down.
Let these proceedings begin.
Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.
Pardon me.
- How you doing, Charlie?
- Yeah, hi.
Mm-hmm. I just pray
I still have Walter
Larson's contact info
around here somewhere.
Ah, I see you like to mock
cultures wherever you go, huh?
Alex, going native on us?
Haven't seen you around
here since the coup.
Not now, Rosetti.
This import license took forever.
This is the last time I'm
doing your work for you.
Thank you, Diana. I appreciate you.
You are really beloved around here, huh?
This office is a seething cauldron of
civil service jealousy and resentment.
Okay, look, I got you where you
need to be. I'm gonna go now.
Wait! No, no, no. You gotta
help me find this phone number.
No, no, you don't. I'm not
even supposed to be here, okay?
Here's the thing. If we don't get
Raja's demands to Walter Larson,
he's not just gonna kill
me. He's gonna kill you.
And your entire family.
What?
Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't
think that was something I should know?
I didn't want you to be mad at me.
- You're my only friend around here.
- I am not your friend!
- Fuck you!
- Find the number!
You are my friend. Yes,
you find the fucking number.
- What am I looking for?
- A phone number, written on a thing.
Look for a phone number
on something important.
- What is important?
- This is it.
Great.
Now we just need to get to
the ambassador's secure line.
- Oh, that should be easy.
- Follow me.
Sir, visibility was bad. It was real bad.
Sir, visibility was normal.
Everything was
operational when we...
Came under threat.
Sir?
When all of a sudden you thought
you were under legitimate threat.
Um, not exactly.
Sir, the truth is... Let the
admiral finish, commander.
Yes, sir.
You fired your sidewinder under
the normal rules of engagement.
Fully justified given the
information you had at the time.
The missile fell harmlessly into the sea.
Isn't that correct, commander?
But we did hit something, sir. A drone.
Commander Tilson,
your sidewinder did not hit a drone.
Therefore, the US Navy is not responsible
for starting a military engagement
between two sovereign nations.
Um...
No, we did not, sir.
Matter of fact, as far
as the Navy's concerned,
there never was any drone.
Fuckin' A. There wasn't any drone.
These proceedings are concluded,
and you both are hereby dismissed.
Get out of here!
What was that all...
Tilson, Taylor.
The results of both your
urine tests came back.
Negative.
- All right.
- Zeke bag?
I expect that next shipment
of Provigil to be on the house.
Oh, yes, sir.
Just the thought of doing my job without
it puts this great country of ours at risk.
What the
hell's going on down there?
- Kidney stone.
- Really? Is that all?
Thank God.
It feels like my cock
is gonna split in half.
That's because it's infected. We
need to operate as soon as possible.
I suggest we turn back to DC immediately.
We can't turn back. I gotta
get to India to remind them
they're supposed to be
the goddamn pacifists.
But, sir, your health is at risk.
What's the worst that could happen?
Besides death? Kidney failure,
lose your ability to pass urine,
erectile dysfunction.
Turn the fuck back.
Please, Mr. Ambassador.
I am not going to put a mid-level
staffer with zero clearance
on my secure line with
the Secretary of State
during a crisis to relay a message
that has not been verified as authentic.
Yes, well, when you phrase it that way,
but I think, just this once, we
should throw protocol to the wind.
Our intel says Raja's not to be trusted.
With all due respect to your intel,
I need to get this information
to the Secretary right away.
Considering your reputation, Talbot,
I'm surprised at the effort
you've gone through, here.
Though the outfit's a
little bit over the top.
Sorry, no can do.
Actually, Mr. Ambassador,
you can do, and you must do.
No matter what the final outcome,
this crisis is now in the Lord's hands.
"It shall come as destruction
from the Almighty."
Isaiah, chapter three, verse 16.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Samantha!
We're fucked.
I have an idea.
Ashley, it's me. Where are you?
Just played a wedding. About
to go home and collapse.
What is it?
I'm leaving the Navy. I'm coming home.
Uh, what brought all this about?
One hell of a near miss.
Could have lost everything, but I didn't,
and now, I'm gonna do what's right.
Ash, it's time for me to take
responsibility for my actions.
Zeke, you're scaring me.
Listen, if you could send enough
product for one last, humongous score,
I could move it. I'll even
jack up my prices this time,
and then I could finally leave the
Navy and be a good father to the kids.
Zeke, I can't.
No, here's what you can't do:
raise two kids all by yourself,
while working all day at the pharmacy,
then spending all night trying
to make a few extra bucks
singing "The Time of my Life"
to a bunch of drunk bridesmaids?
Actually, Zeke, I can do that.
That is a good song.
I'm doing it right now, on my
own, without much help from you.
Los Angeles.
Los Angeles?
That's your dream, baby.
Let's make it happen.
I'll be there to watch the kids,
while you work on your singing career.
What do you say? Come on.
All we need is a little start-up cash.
I don't know, Zeke.
It's a chance for you to
finally put some distance
between you and that mother of yours.
It's not gonna be easy to put
together a shipment that big.
But I think I can do it.
Yes!
This is the right thing.
I promise.
- Okay.
- The right thing.
- Zeke, I gotta go.
- Bye.
You sure you know what you're doing, man?
Zeke Tilson's not gonna
let life push him around anymore.
From now on, he's gonna take it
by the balls and make it his bitch.
Man, I'm not trying to
sound gay, but that was hot.
Samantha, right?
Oh, you remembered.
- Rafiq, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
Samantha, we need access to
the ambassador's secure line.
I have a very important
message I need to get
to Secretary of State Walter Larson.
I'd like to
help, but you know I can't.
Uh... Okay, you know,
we can both see that you're an
incredibly open-minded person.
Yeah, I mean, it is so clear, right?
Oh, thank you.
But your boss, the
ambassador, I don't know.
I mean, it certainly seems like he
thinks we're headed for the end of days.
It's true.
He's completely losing it. This
whole, destruction of Israel thing
has him, like, really excited.
I just, I don't know what to do.
Well, you know, Samantha, there
actually is something that you can do.
Hm?
Sorry. I just would lose my job.
You mean the job you have? Working
for an unbalanced religious fanatic
who's actually looking forward
to the end of the world,
because he's under the misconception
that he's one of God's chosen
and will ascend to heaven,
while you and everyone
you love is burnt to
a radioactive crisp?
That job?
Oh, thank God. It's not just me.
No, trust us.
It is not just you.
The Ambassador's having lunch at the
top floor dining room. We have to hurry.
Yes!
Okay, you have five minutes. Just please
shut the door behind you when you leave.
And if you get caught, you're on your own.
And if the Rapture does come, you're
definitely getting good-killed by Jesus
and not bad-killed by Satan.
As long as I can keep my job.
So I just got a chance
to live up to my promise.
- What promise?
- Being a father to our kid.
You would come to San Diego?
Sure.
- Kids do need a father.
- Damn right they do.
If it's a boy, I could teach
him how to throw a spit ball.
- If it's a girl...
- Agatha.
Agatha. Agatha?
Agatha.
I could teach her how to palm a basketball.
'Cause she's probably gonna
grow to be six feet tall.
Yeah. Get a little house by the beach.
If we do this...
no more selling drugs.
Totally legit.
By the way, you didn't,
by any chance, get around
to flushing my pills, did you?
I did.
Good.
- Kendra Peterson.
- Kendra, Alex Talbot here.
Who? How did you get this number?
Uh, it was given to me by a
pair of blonde, Asian twins,
and I have a list of
demands from Haroon Raja.
Raja's using Alex Talbot as a go-between.
- Who?
- Uh, blonde, Asian twins.
Oh, that guy. I like that guy.
Talk to me, Talbot.
Raja's ready to move against Zaman.
- What's the ask?
- $200 million.
That's a lot of money, isn't it?
No, we can print as much
of that shit as we want.
- What else?
- I'm trying to remember. Hang on.
Raja wouldn't let me write
anything down. Uh, a satellite.
You know, one of those,
whatchamacallit satellites.
Communication intercept
satellite. What else?
- A nuclear submarine.
- A nuclear ballistic missile sub?
Yeah, that's it.
Christ, he's
not making this easy.
Please tell me that's it.
Ah, Mr. Ambassador, may we use your phone?
What the hell are you doing?
Hang on! Wait, there's
one more thing...
Ah, you shouldn't have done that.
You know, I was gonna fire you, but
instead, I'm gonna ship you off to Baghdad.
Enjoy being stationed in a city
so thoroughly drained of its charm,
that people go there now
just to blow themselves up.
- Ambassador Kittredge.
- Put Talbot back on, now, Kittredge!
Mr. Secretary, he does
not have any clearance to...
Now!
Yes, sir.
I'm back. What's Raja's final demand?
A golf club membership at Augusta.
The guy's nuts about golf.
Is he insane? Augusta? Impossible.
I'll see what I can do.
When this is all over, Mr. Secretary,
I'd like to be considered for a posting
to the embassy in Paris.
Right now, Talbot, you gotta
concentrate on not fucking this up.
Stay by that phone, wait for my call.
I'm taking this to the President.
Gotcha.
Baghdad my ass.
Patch me in to the White House.
I need to talk to the President.
Secretary Larson for the President.
Turn this plane back around to New Delhi.
We're heading to DC. You need a hospital.
They have hospitals in India.
You are in an incredible amount of pain.
I'm fine. That's because you're drunk.
You're damn right I am.
Mr. President, Raja's
ready to move against Zaman.
We now have the necessary elements
in place to depose that lunatic
before he can start a nuclear war.
That's what I'm talking about.
That's great work, Walter.
Yes.
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