The Brink (2015): Season 1, Episode 6 - Tweet Tweet Tweet - full transcript

Previously, on The Brink...

All I'm asking for, Mr.
Prime Minister, is time.

My guy in Pakistan will be in
power in less than 24 hours.

What the hell are you doing here?

Your air strike's on hold.

What happened here?

Zaman's militants.

These girls do not have anywhere to go.

Uncle Alex is taking
everyone to a safe place.

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- What now, Z-Pak?
- Z-Pak?



That boner guy is cool as fuck.

We deal in what you might
call the secondary market.

So all this stuff is stolen.

I'm afraid you can't leave.

Mr. Ambassador?

We have room here for your seven friends.

These are from the security camera.

The man fleeing with $80
million is Haroon Raja.

Gentlemen.

This fuckin' music is driving me crazy.

Oh, God, it's the president.

Mr. President, before you say anything,

- I just want you to know...
- Walter, you'd better have a time machine,

because I want you back here yesterday.



From now on, Pierce is point person

on Pakistan. Is that clear?

Mr. President, Raja is just testing us.

He just needs proof that
we're still behind him.

The only reason to get
behind Raja at this point

is to shoot that son
of a bitch in the head.

If I can just get a location on Raja...

Walter, I want you back
on a plane to DC now.

Ye... yes, Mr. President.

I've had enough.

Get me that list of replacements
for Larson I had you draw up.

Mm-hmm.

Where's Haroon Raja?

What's a Haroon Raja?

Don't fuck with me. You know where he is.

You know, Walter, we've
all had just about enough

of your back-channel dead ends.

Now why don't you just pack
up your little peace pipe

and get the hell out of the Holy Land, huh?

I'm not going anywhere.

- Ah, Mrs. Larson.
- What?

- Welcome.
- Joanne.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Secretary.

My flight was delayed.

What the fuck?

Shalom.

You guys ready to see something?

Come on in, guys. Mi kasbah es su kasbah.

Feel free to hang out here
until your rooms are ready.

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We can all use his bathroom one at a time.

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I'm sure you girls are
all eager to find out

the password for the embassy Wi-Fi.

Today it is...

"fromheretoeternity,"
one word, all lower case.

It's a different classic movie every day.

Whoa, that was intense.

They're teenage girls who have been living

without Internet for three days.

Thank you, Alex.

I'm very appreciative of
everything you've done.

I'm... I'm just glad that
everything worked out.

I think we can give Uncle
Creepy a little space.

I'm sure he has a lot of very important

State Department business
to take care of, right?

Ah, no. Who wants to see
the embassy bowling alley?

You could use a little meat
on your bones. Now dig in.

You keep talking about fattening us up.

It's kind of freaking me out.

Hmm. Yeah, you're not
like cannibals, are you?

I'm not, but I wish I could say
the same thing for my husband.

Darling, must we talk about this now?

Martin ate a young tribesman once
on his travels through Tanzania.

She's fuckin' with us. Right?

I have to say, I didn't
find it wholly satisfying.

Of course, that's the trouble with African
tribesmen, isn't it? Can't eat just one.

It takes a village.

My husband... the Noel
Coward of rural Pakistan.

I do amuse myself.

Yes, he does.

But in all seriousness,

I have eaten another human being.

Right. Be a good eunuch, Martin,

and come and help me in the kitchen,
would you? Thank you very much.

Chop, chop.

Our oven should fit you two perfectly.

These guys are fuckin' freaks.

I'll tell you what we gotta
do, is find a fuckin' phone

and get the hell out of here.

Good idea, Glenn.

Pierce? Really, Joanne? Pierce?

I told you I was going to take it.

I just figured you were leveraging me

to talk to the president
about your judicial nomination.

You don't offer much
leverage these days, Walter.

So what about the judgeship?
You're just going to piss that away?

Pierce told me it was
never going to happen.

Pierce? You're going to believe
Pierce instead of your husband?

And that the only reason
my husband didn't tell me

is because my husband didn't
want me to take the job.

True of false?

Well, there is a grain of truth.

Damn it, Walter. We
don't lie to each other.

Fine, I should have been
more straight with you.

You think?

Honey, why are you doing this?

Because this is what I do. I'm a lawyer.

Walter, I am back in the
game, right where I belong.

It's not a fucking game.

You know it's a game, and
you can play it two ways.

You shake hands with the devil

and try and coax him over to your side,

or piss everyone off and end up buried

up to your neck in ash and smoke.

You really believe you're
going to change Pierce?

I wouldn't have taken this job if I didn't.

Your fuckin' dreaming.

I'm dreaming this conversation's over.

Whoa, whoa, wait. Joanne, Joanne, Joanne.

What?

Congratulations on your new job.

Thank you, baby.

I'm proud of you.

I appreciate that.

I need a location on a
guy named Haroon Raja.

You are unbelievable.

Pierce knows where he is
and he's not telling me.

Joanne, if I don't find this guy,
very bad things are going to happen.

You're a clever boy, Walter.

I'm sure you'll figure something out.

Hey.

I just came by to pick
up some of our belongings

and show you where I was
forced to hide your weed

before the girls could find it.

You should know that I don't smoke anymore.

I mean, I smoke, but only
when I'm solving a problem,

or winding down after work,

or dealing with my family.

I understand. Now I must go.

You understand the old
me, but there's a new me

that you don't know that
you might actually like.

Perhaps, but he is only four days old.

You gotta admit, it's been a
pretty impressive four days.

I'm glad the slow destruction of my country

has changed the way you see yourself.

I'm just asking you to hold off judgment.

Please take your weed.

All right. I actually need it

'cause my father's birthday is coming up.

But then... feesh!

Talbot.

I'm on my way.

Ambassador needs to see me.

Well, your government's
inexplicable hospitality

was nice while it lasted.

Dude.

We're looking for the
goddamn phone, remember?

You heard what this boner guy's worth.

Sell this motherfucker on eBay, you afford

all the illegitimate children you want.

We're not here to flip antiques.

Ha! Charger!

That means there's got to
be a phone here somewhere.

Put it back, Glenn.

How the fuck did you see that?

We're not criminals, okay?

You're a fuckin' drug dealer, man.

You're missing a real opportunity here.

Hands up!

Who'd like some pistachio sticky cake?

Fuck no!

I'm done, man. Enough. I'm stuffed.

It's fine. Dude, lis... all right.

I'm gonna ask you one more time...

Do you have a phone we could use?

Well, what do you think, Martin?

Should we let them use it?

Well, seeing as you've been
such get-along, go-along guests,

we'll allow you to make one call each.

- What do you say?
- Awesome.

But first, you have to indulge us

in a little sport.

The ambassador wanted to see me?

I'll let him know you're here.

Is that Talbot? Send him in!

Come, come.

Close the door.

Sit down, please.

I need to share something with
you that is deeply personal.

Are you sure?

And I realize it's going to sound strange.

The night before you arrived here

with those seven girls...

I had the most revelatory dream.

I hesitate even calling it a dream...

A vision, perhaps.

You know, I'm pretty good with dreams.

My college roommate minored
in abnormal psychology

before he killed himself.

Go ahead.

Lay it on me.

Okay.

I stood with a lion

and a leopard

and a bear.

And we walked

along the Sea of Reeds.

Suddenly, out of the water

flew a beast

with seven heads.

I grabbed its back and flew up

and up and up.

We passed a flock of birds.

And the clouds parted

and we entered His Kingdom!

Do you get it now, Alex?

Not really.

Revelation! It's all happening.

Zaman, the destruction of Israel,

your seven girls... All signs

that it is coming.

Maybe we should call Walter Larson

and share all of this with him?

No. No, no, he wouldn't understand.

I'm not even sure I understand.

No, we share this with no one.

- Okay.
- I mean, to be honest,

the only reason I'm telling you

is because you brought
these seven girls to me,

so you must be a part of all of this.

Though for the life of
me, I can't figure out how.

Yeah, it's a puzzler.

For now, we must keep these
girls here at the embassy

and wait.

I'm sorry, for what?

The end.

Wow. Amazing conversation.

Uh, Walter, I really... I can't.

Joanne, I came to apologize.
I'm here before you,

admitting that you are absolutely right.

The only way to truly effect
change is from the inside.

So now that you're on the inside,

please help me find out
where Haroon Raja is.

Go away.

You want me to beg?
I'll beg. Walter, get up.

I am not getting up until you help me.

What difference does it make
where Raja is? He's gone.

If I can find him, I can
get him back to Pakistan

to take down Zaman. This
is the first day of my job.

It'd be really nice to remain
employed for at least 48 hours.

Well, isn't that the whole point of
taking the job in the first place?

What, getting fired? Changing
things from the inside.

You can do that. You can change things.

All right, let's pretend for a
second that I'm not a professional.

I don't even think Pierce would
share this information with me.

He does know I'm your wife.
You're a clever girl, Joanne.

I'm sure you could figure something out.

You know I hate it when you
throw my words back at me.

No, no, baby, baby, please!
It's 15 seconds to midnight

- and Pierce is the Apocalypse.
- You let go of my feet

- and you stand up.
- Please, please, Joanne!

Okay, all right, listen.

If you help me save the world, from now on,

I swear I will be nicer to your sister.

How much nicer?

A lot nicer.

I don't believe you.

- Much nicer.
- I don't believe you.

Very, very, very, very, very much nicer.

When she comes to Georgetown
to visit with her son...

- Dwight.
- Dwight...

I swear I will not bring up
her divorce from her gay husband

or roll my eyes at her
Southern-belle bullshit.

But, honestly, that kid?
He is really fuckin' stupid.

The only way he's getting into
Georgetown is on a weed scholarship.

Fuck off, Walter.

I didn't mean that. We can get him in!

It's no problem.

Honestly, there's no way.

'Cause he's just a fuckin'
stupid, motherfuckin' mongoloid.

Fucking music is driving me crazy!

All right, boys,
now the rules of this game

are really very simple.

You two are Conquistadors.

Vanessa is the tribal princess.

Fuck her, you get to use the phone.

You know what? You wife might have
a little something to say about that.

"Zekey," I'd like you to take
that two-stone cock of yours

and use it to make me cry
out for the Holy Ghost.

Then, Glenn, I'd like you to
whip out your little wanker

and fuck-punch me in
the back of the throat

with as much monkey spunk that that
little cock of yours can muster.

Then Zekey will whip me away from you again

and whop it up my ass.

I'll resist appropriately, yeah?

I presume that answers your question.

- Now go.
- Time out.

I'm not sure I should just
whip it out right here.

Come on, boys, get on with it.

- Man, this is fuckin' crazy.
- Yeah.

Well, what did you think we did
around here for kicks? Charades?

Come on, boys! I want to hear
those "lithping" Spanish accents.

Please don't hurt me!
I'll do anything you ask.

Can't we just normal fuck her?

It is called role-playing!

Therefore you must play a role.

Otherwise you're
just two guys screwing my wife.

Fuck it. I got this.

Great. Oh, oh.

It's not Jane Austen.

Show me Caligula and
I'll show you the phone.

- I'll give you fuckin' Caligula.
- There you go.

Oh! Ooh!

That's more like it.

All right, all right. Okay, there.

Look, he's motorboating your wife.

Okay, you happy?

Can we use the fuckin' phone now, please!

How dare you assault my wife?

Get your face out of her
bosom, you little shit!

Is this still part of the game?

Yes, darling, yes. Go on.

Stop it...

or the tall one dies.

Wait a second. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you talking about? Man, why
are you pointing that thing at me?

- Fuck!
- Oh, don't worry about it, darling.

Don't worry, it's just a prop.

Rafiq, need to talk.

We need to talk.

Yeah, sit down. Have a seat.

No, we need to talk now. Come here.

What?

We gotta get the girls out of here,
and we can't waste time about it.

Alex, slow down.

Okay, what happened?

Let's just say that
the ambassador has plans

to keep the girls here and ride them
up to heaven when the time comes.

What exactly does that mean?

It means we've got to go
and we've got to take them

someplace where they won't be mistaken

for a Biblical seven-headed beast.

I knew that ambassador was crazy.

Okay, children, come
on. Follow Uncle Creepy.

This way, we're leaving.
Okay, where will we go?

Well, we'll stack the girls
into the car like Lincoln Logs

and take them to wherever your
equivalent of Disneyland is.

This is our equivalent of Disneyland.

Hey, I was going to eat that.

Come on, everyone, pick up the pace.

I am not getting back into that clown car.

Samira said she saw you and
Uncle Creepy alone in his room.

That is none of her business.

- Wait, what is this?
- Nothing. Don't worry about it.

Just some casual discourse. Let's go.

- They were doing it.
- That's a fuckin' lie.

- Alex!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa! You two were alone together?
- Yeah.

So what? I can be alone
with whoever I want.

- Not with him.
- Do you have a thing for your sister?

'Cause that's how it
sounds to normal people.

- Oh, normal people, like you?
- Yeah.

My brother is just being overprotective.

The way I look at it, I'm
being under-protective.

We really need to concentrate
on leaving. Come on!

Sorry. Nobody goes in or out,

especially these girls.
We're in a lockdown.

- Under whose orders?
- The ambassador.

Mr. Secretary, you've got to go.

The president expects you
on the ground in DC tonight.

Give me...

- Walter?
- Hey.

Raja's in Geneva, checked into
the Hotel President Wilson.

Thank you.

Why do I get the feeling you're
about to do something really stupid?

I love you.

I'm telling my sister they can stay with us

when they come to visit
Georgetown with Dwight.

I didn't say she could stay with
us. That wasn't part of the deal.

Well, it is now.

What are we waiting for? Come on, let's go!

Went too far, Martin.

- You always go too far.
- God, dude.

- Whoa!
- Another couple inches,

- you would've hit me in the face.
- But wasn't it thrilling?

Game over, Martin.

I'm going to let them use that telephone.

Do that and you're a dead woman.

I can't tell what's real anymore, man.

These British people
are too good at acting.

Oh, great, is that the phone?

As if you even know how to use that thing.

Now that is a laugh.

Oh, sweet Mother of Christ!

- Oh.
- Holy fuck, dude!

- Damn.
- Oh.

Apologies, Martin. I may have
crossed the line there a bit,

but I've been meaning to do
that for such a long time.

And, well, maybe it
takes something like this

to bring us back together
again, because you know,

I actually started to feel a
little bit of sympathy for you,

and, you know, I never thought
that would ever happen again.

Are you feeling anything
differently, darling?

I'm feeling rather a lot.

Right. Okay, hold on just a second.

- I'll just...
- Oh!

Ah, ah, ah. Ahhh!

- Oh!
- Bloody hell!

Oh god, my leg!

This is gonna get nasty. We've
got to get him to a doctor.

- Ah!
- Very well.

Everyone to the Land Rover.

Yeah, any chance we could
use that phone before we go?

We don't have a phone.

We were just deliberately leading you on.

No phone, huh?

Well, then how do you explain this?

Oh, well, that's for my vibrator.

Oh, really? Thought those use batteries.

They do, but you try getting your
hands on AA batteries around here.

And at the rate I go through them,

with all that jigga-jig,
jigga-jig, voom!

Excuse me! Can we please go?

Tell Phil we're making a
little pit stop in Geneva.

- Then call the hotel...
- Excuse me, Mr. Secretary.

- Where's Phil?
- There's been a change of plans, sir.

Your usual flight crew
have been relieved of duty.

I'll be flying you today.

- Under whose orders?
- The President of the United States.

I'm under executive order to make sure

you get back to DC, and that's
exactly what I'm gonna do, sir.

You've got
to be fuckin' shitting me.

Come on, move.

Shift your asses.

Come on, out of the bloody way.

Ah, right.

- Okay, um, who's going to handle this?
- I will.

- Salaam alaikum.
- Salaam alaikum.

- Who's he?
- He's a local warlord.

We pay him a frightful amount of money,

and he ensures we're not
kidnapped or beheaded.

Can I remind you people I'm
losing a lot of blood here?

Ooh.

Come along, chums.

You know, when this is
over, you and your wife

might consider couples' therapy.

Didn't do shit for me and my ex,

but it's worth a shot.

Okay, in you go.

Oh!

This is a hospital?

Well, it's not the Royal London, darling,

but apparently this chap graduated first

of some medical school
I've never quite heard of.

Um, Z-Pak, this guy looks familiar.

- Z-Pak?
- Oh, fuck.

You know Ishaq?

Z-Pak?

We met.

Wonderful. Because he's the warlord's son.

This is probably not
part of the game, is it?

I don't think so.

I need to speak with the ambassador.

- He's in a meeting.
- Thanks for the heads up.

No, no, you can't just go in there!

- Mr. Ambassador?
- Talbot, not now.

Sorry to interrupt, but
I couldn't help but notice

that you locked down all the
embassy's entrances and exits?

Folks, we can pick this up in a minute.

Wait outside.

What gives?

Nobody leaves this embassy,

especially not those seven girls.

The situation has evolved.

Have you had a second dream,
hopefully one that negates the first?

This is direct from DC.

We are on lockdown.

And now what we have to do
is hold on to these girls

until further notice.

For what?

- You haven't heard?
- Heard what?

Since the Internet in Pakistan
was turned off three days ago,

we've seen virtual social-media
silence until today,

when the Twitter accounts of
seven young Pakistani girls

burst to life from inside
the American embassy...

Snapshots from a country on
the brink of an historic crisis.

This reaction from Umair Zaman,

the leader of Pakistan issued moments ago

on Pakistani national television.

First the United
States attempts to attack us

from the sky. Now they are holding

seven of our children inside their embassy.

Who is this "Uncle Creepy" they refer to

and what is he doing to them?

They are hostages or worse.

Tweet, tweet, tweet.

We flew through a flock of
birds, the clouds parted,

then we entered His Kingdom.

Holy shit.

I would like to
say this to our seven daughters

if they can hear me.

Umair Zaman is coming to save you.

I am coming to save you.