The Brink (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - Sticky Wicket - full transcript

What's he saying?

Well, uh, darling. He's, um, very...

disenchanted with you.

Ishaq, it's okay. C... calm down.

I'm afraid he can't understand you.

- None of them speak English.
- Tell him to put the fucking weapon down!

Okay, he says he wants to,

but he struggles with his ardent disdain.

Great, well now he is referring to us

in the past tense, so that
cannot be positive news.

Fuck, it's the whole goddamn Taliban.



Whoa.

Actually, Glenn, they're not... Taliban.

They're Dotari. They hate the Taliban.

Calling them the Taliban
deeply upsets them.

- Friend, ease up.
- Okay, Vanessa.

Can you please tell the warlord
that I'm sorry for fucking up his son

- and for all the confusion that it's caused.
- Okay, well I'd love to,

but it's a bit of a sticky wicket we're on.

What's happening now?

Okay, well it seems he's
disappointed with his son.

Very disappointed.

Remember me, love.

I'm the poor fellow you
shot with a crossbow.

Well, here's a scintillating tidbit.



I've got no feeling in my bloody leg.

Oh, Martin. Suck it up!

Shake his hand, man.

That was my bad.

Vanessa, come on, English!

He says you that you gravely
wounded his son's pride.

How...

And in an effort to redeem
him in the eyes of his peers...

...he politely invites the two
of you to fight to the death.

And, um, darling, I'd let him win.

Oh.

Fuck.

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Sir. It's time.

We should be over Switzerland now.

And that son of a bitch Raja.

How do I look?

Great.

I don't feel so good.

You don't?

Hey fellas,

where are we right now?

Mr. Secretary, we are currently

38,000 feet over the Swiss Alps.

Get a call down to
University Hospital in Geneva.

Tell them to expect me.

How fast can you put
this thing on the ground?

Sir?

I'm experiencing some complications
from my recent surgery.

This is a medical emergency.

Sir, I am under executive order from
the president to fly you directly to DC.

No detours. If you're in distress,

I suggest you speak to the flight medic.

I'm pretty sure I need
a hospital, right now.

Flight medic, sir.

Um... Andy.

Don't mind me.

I just wanted to keep you guys in the loop

as to what's going on
right now inside my dick.

He's peeing blood.

Geneva tower, this is Eagle 32,

requesting priority landing.

Hey, I got it.

Let's steal a laundry
truck, a couple of uniforms,

hide the girls in the laundry bins

and then just drive out the front gate.

That only works if you're
escaping from a silent film.

Yeah.

Why can't we just climb out a window?

People would see us.

Could sneak them through
the tunnel I use to deliver

weed to my friend in the Chinese embassy?

Hey. I could call my ex-girlfriend.

She drives a UN van.

Although, I shouldn't
call her when I'm high,

because I'm actually still
kind of crazy about her

and I get really, really emotional.

Wait, what did you just
say? The laundry truck?

No.

Oh, my secret tunnel?

So this is what they
really mean by going rogue.

If I can't pull off a stunt
like this, then what the hell

is the point of being secretary of
state and having this cool plane?

Good point. Good day.

Mr. Secretary. Gruezi.

Hans Bixel, chief of protocol.

I apologize that our foreign minister

cannot be here to welcome you personally.

Your arrival is on such a short notice.

No worries.

We have an ambulance waiting
and have secured the route

to the University Hospital,
if you'd like to follow me...

Actually, I'm feeling
much better. Thank God.

And I've been in contact
with my doctor in the US,

and he's advised getting some rest

and seeing how things
progress in the morning.

We have a very nice room reserved for you

in the hospital, Mr. Secretary.

I was thinking more like
the Hotel President Wilson.

- They always treat me well.
- But we, we have not secured the area.

I'm not concerned. This
is Switzerland, not Kabul.

I'm sure my security team can handle it.

Of course, Mr. Secretary.
Welcome in Switzerland.

If this plan falls apart,
I just want to thank you

in advance for throwing
your career in with mine.

Don't remember being given the option.

Oh, wow.

Dude, how was this not the
first idea that you had?

- It's cool, huh?
- This is amazing!

It connects a lot of the embassies
in the diplomatic enclave.

Mite I found out about it, I said,

"Perfect for delivering weed
to my good friend, Zhao."

Whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who's Zhao?

Shh! Chinese agricultural attaché.

Right. Sounds really important.

It's not.

Don't hurt him.

Oh!

What the fuck!

What, man? He's swinging at me!

They're gonna fucking kill us!

Good.

Hands down, hands down.

Ooh!

Oh, goddamn it, man, don't hit him so hard.

- I'm trying!
- Try harder.

Hey, quit talking to me and
go find a fucking weapon, yeah?

Come on, man! I can't keep
this shit up much longer.

I'm working on it.

Oh!

Oh, well that's fucking great.

All right, yeah, that time I
just wanted to fucking hit him.

He's not dead...

He's just unconscious.

Vanessa! Talk to me!

Well, apparently, when he said

a fight to the death,
darling, he meant your death.

And since he doubts that's
on the table anymore,

he's just decided just
to have his men kill you.

Great.

- What the fuck was that for?
- Sorry, man.

I'm just trying to buy us some time!

The longer these girls
stay in this embassy,

the more dangerous it is for them.

So you no have weed for me?

No. But I'm asking you
for a favor as a friend.

Hmm, I enjoy purchasing marijuana from you.

I am sorry I have misled you into thinking

and believing that we have friendship.

- Good-bye
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Zhao.

I'm not asking you to adopt them,

just, you know, leave the door open

and let them cross back over into Pakistan.

Hmm, I get caught,

I making iPads in Shenzhen factory.

- Kill myself.
- Okay, whoa, whoa.

I'm here to help you

and the People's Republic of China.

How?

We both know Zaman can't be
seen rescuing these girls.

It'll make him look like a folk hero.

It'll validate him as a leader.

And that's not what China wants.

Please, weed dealer, tell me why.

Because you and Pakistan are allies

and Zaman is bat-shit crazy
and you don't wanna be put

into the position of
defending him to the world

when he fucking nukes Israel.

Hmm, all China want from insane fool

is to build railway through Pakistan

linking my country to
Gulf of Oman oil ports.

Exactly. That's what I'm saying.

Are you high right now?

A little.

I wish I high right now.

Talk to your ambassador.
This can all be your idea.

Milk it. Get a fucking promotion out of it.

I think about it.

Where the hell did all that come from?

Ah... I tend to get a
little verbose when I'm lit.

That's the first time
it's ever served me well.

I'm not gonna lie to you, I am very
sexually attracted to you right now.

And you ruined it.

Hey man, do you think if I throw a
bullet fast enough, I can kill somebody?

Fuck no, man.

Oh!

Even if I throw it really fast?

I had an 80-mile-an-hour
fastball in high school.

Forget about the fucking bullet.

You see that guy over there?

- Leaning on his AK?
- Got him.

When I say so, throw me
into him as hard as you can.

- Then what?
- I grab his gun. Cover you.

You grab his gun. We take
out as many as we can.

Oh fuck! Okay, just say the word.

Let's go.

Fuck.

Ooh!

Fuck! Ha! That's what I'm talkin' about!

Now what?

I don't know. I haven't planned this far.

Okay.

It's Haroon Raja. R-A-J-A.

- So, if you could please just...
- No, I am sorry.

Look, I just need to know if
he's staying in this hotel.

I am not at liberty to
divulge that information.

But this is a matter of
international security.

I am very sorry.

Tell the team we're checking in.

Yes sir.

May I ask your name?

Heidi, sir.

Do you know who I am, Heidi?

Yes. I do, Mr. Secretary.

Have you been watching the news, Heidi?

Do you know what's going on in Pakistan?

Yes, sir, I do.

Well then, I must convince
you it is of the utmost

importance that you tell me
what it is I need to know.

What do you need to know, sir?

If there's a man named Haroon Raja

staying at this hotel, and
if so, what room he's in.

He is in the Royal Penthouse Suite, sir.

Thank you.

Now, would you please
check me in to a nice room,

near the Royal Penthouse Suite?

I can have the Ambassador Suite

ready for you right away, Mr. Secretary.

Well...

Oh, by the way...

What's that lovely perfume you're wearing?

Chanel No. 5.

Intoxicating.

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Your move, darling.

Tell him if he lets us go, I
won't shoot him in the face.

That doesn't work for him, I'm afraid.

Goddamn, man. Who the fuck is that?

The Taliban.

The Dotari not only despise
them, they're terrified of them.

Jeez, how do you tell
these motherfuckers apart?

Vous êtes en état d'arrestation.

Putain !

Vous êtes qui, hein ?

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- What the fuck is happening now?
- I don't know, darling.

- Vous êtes qui vous ?
- What?

Who the goddamn fuck are you?

Lieutenant Commander Zeke Tilson.

That's Lieutenant Glenn Taylor.

And I'm pretty goddamn sure there's a
lot of people looking for us right now.

So, who the goddamn fuck are you?

Agent Augustin Gilles, Interpol.

Interpol?

What the fuck is Interpol
doing in South Waziristan?

She's an antiquity smuggler.

We've been tracking this couple for months.

This woman's husband has been in contact

with us negotiating his surrender.

- Fucking Martin!
- Told you they had a fucking phone!

- Sorry.
- What?

Anyone moves and Glenn gets it.

- Apologies, Glenn.
- What the fuck did I do?

- Vanessa.
- Yeah?

- I miss my fucking family.
- Aw.

You think shooting him is gonna
get you out of this fucking mess?

Well, perhaps not.

But at the moment, it's the only thing

that's standing between me
and being taken into custody.

So I imagine I'm gonna
be standing here all day.

Oh!

Fucking assholes!

Afraid all day doesn't work for me

when I'm slowly bleeding to death, love.

Now, would somebody please take both
of us to a fucking hospital right away?

These people are fucking crazy, man.

That really stung, Martin!

I just heard from Zhao and we are a go.

Yes.

You will lose your job for this, won't you?

Probably. Definitely. Deservedly.

Thank you, Alex.

I like this new man.

- Did you see that?
- Yes. I did.

And you're gonna tell
me that means nothing?

Normally I would, but today,
you have shown great character.

I have, haven't I?

- Meet back here in 20 minutes.
- Yeah.

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Long time no see... friend.

Been shopping?

Nice shoes.

You have no jurisdiction over me here.

I have no jurisdiction over you anywhere.

I am going to continue on to my room now.

Here.

This is gonna be off the record.

You little Paki fuck!

I got you 80 million dollars.

I got you a membership at Augusta National.

And what did you do for me
besides fuck me through a fence?

- I can't breathe...
- I know you can't breathe!

I'm choking you!

Do you know how hard it is to get

a non-white into Augusta,
let alone a full-blown Muslim?

- It's "Muss"-lim.
- We made a deal.

Now you better get your pussy on a plane,

back to Islamabad right now.

I'm done, Walter!

I left because your plan is shit!

My plan is not shit. My plan is great.

Everybody thinks so. The
president, CIA, DOD, everybody.

Walter, I'm the head of a spy agency.

Give me a little credit!

You promised me an Ohio-class nuclear sub.

- You lied to me.
- My guy promised you an Ohio-class sub?

- Yes.
- Fuck me! Fucking Talbot!

If you can't even control the words
and actions of Alex fucking Talbot,

then you understand why my
confidence in you is severely waning?

I'll get you the damn sub.

- No, you won't.
- No, I won't. You're right.

But we're beyond that now, aren't we?

I heard you kidnapped seven Pakistani girls

and locked them up in the US Embassy?

We didn't kidnap those girls.

And before that, you let two
American pilots get shot down.

Now Zaman is not only going to be the man

who will save seven of Pakistan's children,

but a war hero, pulling F-18s

out of the sky with his bare hands.

I mean, how can I make
my move when you keep

handing this mental patient
royal flush after royal flush?

- Fuck you!
- Fuck me?

- Fuck Ronald Reagan.
- You fuck Ronald Reagan.

How the fuck did Ronald
Reagan join this conversation?

When his people traded
money and weapons to Iran.

To delay the release of the
hostages until after the election?

1980.

Haroon, you so fucking high on
cocaine you forgot all this shit?

Walter, I do not understand
what you're talking about.

We hold onto the girls at our
embassy, till you take power.

Then you release them.

You free the hostages. You're the hero.

You get to be Reagan.

Hmm? Good, right?

- I get to be Reagan?
- Mm-hmm.

Fuck Ronald Reagan!

All right. We'll do plan B.

Oh, and what is plan B?

Plan B. I tell your brother where you are.

Then, you're walking down the street.

A gorgeous woman is walking towards you.

She smiles at you. Brushes past you.

You feel a little prick.

Twenty-four hours later, you're dead.

It's a plan right out
of the Putin playbook.

- You wouldn't do that.
- I would.

To keep your psychotic
brother from nuking Israel,

I fucking would.

All right, give me the girls.

I'll take back Pakistan.

By the way,

you shouldn't call someone
from my country a Paki.

It's incredibly offensive. Yeah, I know.

The second it came out of
my mouth, I felt really bad.

I'm really sorry. That was inappropriate.

And I get to keep the bloody money.

Yeah, sure. Just do me a favor.

You know all that money
that came out of my wallet

to pay for cocaine and you never paid for?

Back in college, remember that?

Tip the fucking maids.

You're getting a reputation,
you know, as a cheapskate.

It's embarrassing to be your friend.

I'll tell you what.

I'll promise to tip the maids,
if you promise not to fuck them.

Get over it.

I pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America...

- We are going on a little field trip.
- Where?

All I can say is, you're gonna have the
best Chinese food you've ever tasted.

I have contacted their parents to
pick them up at our family's cabin.

- Okay.
- It is all set.

- Good. And this is for you.
- What is this?

My diplomatic English to Chinese manual,

in case you need it.

I will not forget this.

I'm sort of counting on that.

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As soon as I get clearance,

we'll be wheels up for DC, Mr. Secretary.

Sounds good, Major.

Might I ask, how are you feeling?

I'm fine.

I never had a medical issue.

I was lying to you because
you were being a dick.

I hope to see you in August for the G7.

Major. Wheels up!

Sir.

Uh, sir...

I have to say, for someone your age,

- when it comes to women...
- Get Alex Talbot on the phone.

Yes, sir.

Okay, keep going.

Wait for me at the
entrance to the stairwell.

I got to take this call.

Alex Talbot...

Just who the fuck do you think you are?

Alex Talbot?

You almost torpedoed this whole thing

when you promised Raja a fucking sub...

Not a secure line.

A fucking tub toy that you know

damn well Daddy had no
intention of giving him.

You weren't at the tea party!

The brown bunny was gonna poop his pants

if I didn't give him a
carrot! I had to make a call.

You're not making any
more calls, you understand?

You're the last guy I want to be hinging

this whole thing on right now.

I thought you said we were
cut from the same cloth.

Yeah, that's not a compliment.

Now, do you have eyes on the seven dwarfs?

I'm looking at them right now. Why?

Oh god. It's a bloody mess!

They're going to lock us in a
room and throw away the room.

You fucking idiot!

Is this what marriage is like?

Yeah, pretty much.

You are a poisonous old
witch, do you know that?

You flaccid little fucker.

Well, maybe if I wore
your mother's nightgown,

maybe you'd fucking get it up then.

Well, I wish Mother were here now,
because she was right about you.

She was right about you the
day I introduced her to you...

This is Lieutenant Gail Sweet
with US Navy public affairs.

It is my pleasure to inform
you that your ex-husband

and father to your children,
Commander Zeke Tilson,

has been found alive and well.

He's being evac'd back
to his ship as we speak.

So he's okay?

He's fine.

And on a personal note, I want you to know,

this whole experience has made
me feel weirdly closer to you.

Okay. But I'm not sure what you mean.

I mean, with everything that's
going on with the baby...

you're sort of family now.

What baby?

And who the hell are you, anyway?

So, let me get this straight.

You want to keep the girls here,

and then let Raja come in
and parade them around on TV,

and turn them into political pawns?

It's a little more complicated
than that. But, yeah, pretty much.

I cannot believe you are saying this, Alex.

Please, he's just
thinking about his career.

No! Believe me, this is the last
thing I want, but think bigger picture.

Think of humanity's greater good.

In a way, I'm being very selfless.

Walter Larson is using these
girls and he is using you.

These girls are scared
and they want to go home!

Come on, Rafiq, we are going.

Bye, Alex.

Guys. Guys! Guys!

It's not like I can't call Zhao right now

and tell him the deal's off.

You know what, you call Zhao.

Yeah, then you can stop
pretending that you care. Right?

Go back to being the man you were.

Shallow and self-centered.

If Zaman stays in power, he destroys Israel

and then Israel destroys Pakistan.

We're talking hundreds
of thousands of lives.

It's not just about the girls!

Oh, you're trying to save the world?

Whose world are you trying to save, Alex?

Are you trying to save their world?

Because they are human beings
whose lives are gonna be destroyed.

Maybe you're trying to save your world...

The one where you get to go home,

be a hero in fucking Connecticut.

I can't let you take them.

Yes, you can.

You are going to let us slip out of here

before anyone knows that we are gone,

and you are going to take the
blame for letting us leave.

Are you good with that? Good.

I'm sorry. I can't let you go.

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Son of a bitch.

Yeah!

All right, get the Israelis on the phone

so I can tell them to call off whatever
bullshit they're planning with Pierce.

- The Russians and the Chinese?
- Fuck 'em.

Let them find out about it on Drudge.

Eagle 21, we are eyes on compound,

Echo-Echo-Bravo-Nine-Five. Do we have a go?

Let's do this.

We have positive ID?

Waiting on positive ID.

Tel Aviv has clear picture.

DC has a clear picture.

Mr. President, I have just
received official confirmation

that Umair Zaman is no
longer in charge of Pakistan.

You're goddamn right.

Confirmed positive ID. Target in residence.

What is this?

It is good to be king!

Engage!

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh my God.