02x20 - Ghost Detainee

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Previously on Madam Secretary...

Henry: I'm offering you a chance to save your sister's life.

Oh, my God. You, you are asking me to be a spy.

You know what they do to spies in Russia?

Please, get me out!

Henry: I'm taking care of it.

Now, hang up the damn phone.

There he is.

Abort! Abort! Abort!

What? No. What...?

Henry: Stop the van. Stop the van!

Did you just give him up?

Who's part of the negotiation?

Tell me where my brother is.

How do you sleep at night?

Henry: Everything in my power.

How do you sleep...?

(tires squealing)

(laughter in distance)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

Elizabeth: Hey, good morning, sleepyhead.

Good morning, family.

Morning, Dad.

I guess my alarm didn't go off.

Stevie: Yeah.

My alarm sometimes does that, too.

When I forget to set it.

Uh, well, I guess that's possible.

I was up kind of late.

Yeah, followed by a fair amount of tossing and turning.

You see, that is why I never read classified documents before bed.

All that catastrophic thinking kind of messes with the beta waves.

So just to be safe, you avoid thinking altogether?

Glad you got up?

Hey, aren't you supposed to be on your way to New York?

(muffled, indistinct): Yeah... five minutes.

Alison: You're going to New York?

Nobody tells me anything.

I'm just going for the day.

I'm giving a speech to the UN General Assembly, asking them to formally condemn Hizb al-Shahid.

What's that going to do?

Well, it's the diplomat's way of saying to the school bully, "You know, everybody hates you."

Your first speech to the UN, though.

That's kind of cool. And historic.

(clears throat)

And... tweetable.

Yeah. Are you nervous?

Well, I wasn't, so let's definitely keep talking about it.

Mm! Oh.

Could you stop at the Hello Kitty store in Times Square and get me this cute pencil case?

It's an exclusive.

Mom has a motorcade.

She can't just stop by anywhere.

Put it on your birthday list.

Is Hello Kitty still in?

Oh... (scoffs).

Hello Kitty is the Chanel of our time.

It'll never be out.

That's just a little bit depressing.

Oh, hey, wait a second.

Before everybody scatters, listen: I got a call last night from Mitch, and the horses are coming home from the winter boarding stables this weekend.

Oh, cool.

That's nice.

I know. So I thought that maybe we could all go up on Saturday and welcome them back.

It would be like old times.

We can ride a little bit, pop some popcorn.

Cuddle by the fire.

Okay, I realize I'm not Oprah giving away free cars, but a little enthusiasm would be nice.

It's just Jareth got us tickets to the symphony on Saturday night.

And it's Molly's birthday sleep-over. Remember?

I just don't wanna.

Henry: Well, hey, I'm in.

Riding, corn, cuddling, the whole deal.

Romantic weekend it is, just you and me.

Jason: Oh, yeah, just you and Dad, and your true love... Buttercup.

Aw.

Oh, come on.

Not gonna fool me...

Stevie: Admit it.

The only reason you want to go up to the farm this weekend, is because Buttercup is coming home.

What can I say?

It's been a very long winter, and I miss my horse.

Buttercup. What a good boy.

Buttercup has a clock in his head.

He can do the course in perfect time.

Don't forget how he runs across the pasture whenever he sees me.

Jason: He's an angel on this earth.

Stevie (laughs): And he moves like a cat.

The way he transitions into a canter, it's like... like...

Stevie & Alison: Floating on air!

(knocking on door, door opens)

Dr. McCord.

I did not realize you knew where my office was.

Yeah, I do.

Uh, I need a favor, Oliver.

Oh, I serve at the pleasure.

Well, it's not Murphy Station business.

It's about an old student.

Uh, actually, his sister.

Uh, I just want to check up on her.

I do checkups. Name?

Talia Petrov.

P-E-T-R-O-V.

M-O-U-S-E. (weak chuckle)

Location?

The last I heard, she was leaving Stockholm, where she was in a drug trial for fibrosarcoma.

On her way back to Murom, Russia.

I just want to make sure she's okay.

Copy that.

I will text you when I have a workup.

Thank you.

Elizabeth: The t*rror1st group

Hizb al-Shahid has only been in existence for a short time, but it has already perpetrated countless acts of of v*olence across the globe, including setting off a dirty b*mb in Virginia.

My family was at ground zero during the att*ck, and because of that, I wondered if I was the right person to stand here today and ask for your help.

Is it too personal?

And then I realized, yes, it is personal to me, and to every single one of us.

Because the principle at the core of the United Nations is that all peoples, regardless of race, color or creed, deserve to live lives of peace, free from the tyranny of sudden v*olence.

The challenge before us is enormous.

But the struggle begins with words.

That's why I'm here today to ask for your solidarity and your resolve in condemning this organization and everything it stands for.

Shoulder to shoulder, we can bring the sponsors of terror to a swift and lasting justice.

Thank you.

(overlapping, indistinct conversations)

Incredible speech ma'am.

Thanks, Matt.

Even with the changes.

Yeah, sorry. I went a little rogue there, for a minute.

Hey, that's how we roll.

A resolution condemning Hizb al-Shahid is certainly forthcoming, ma'am.

Daisy: Go ahead. It's okay.

Boom!

(laughter)

Yeah, boom.

But the thing is, even if we've managed to convince the General Assembly to condemn HS, the move is largely symbolic.

We need a call to action.

Nadine: Do you have something in mind?

Elizabeth: A coalition.

World powers coming together with a common goal of ending HS, once and for all.

I know, piece of cake.

And that's why I'm stalking Minister Avdonin.

I'll be right back.

That's the new Russian Foreign Minister.

I thought he'd have more hair.

(speaking in Russian)

Aha.

Minister Avdonin.

Madam Secretary.

I was very impressed with your speech.

And we're about to get hit up for a late night.

Want to bet?

Sure.

Both of our countries have suffered at the hands of Hizb al-Shahid.

How about you and I get together and discuss a coalition?

Y-you're on your way back to DC, right?

Have you been checking up on me?

I know that our offices discussed a bilateral during the DC leg of your trip.

Maybe you could come to my office first thing in the morning, say, 7:00 a.m.?

I was hoping that you and I might be able to rebuild strong relations between our countries, by coming together to confront our mutual enemy.

I'll see you tomorrow... at 7:00 a.m.

Excellent.

Whew.

It's gonna be a long night.

Jane: We know you don't want to go back to Libya.

(interpreter speaking Arabic)

You told us you want to stay in the United States.

Jane: But first you have to help us.

We need information.

About Jibral.

(interpreter speaking Arabic)

Do you know where he is, Hijriyyah?

(interpreter speaking Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)

Two days, and not one word.

I don't get it.

When she agreed to remain in our custody, I just assumed that meant she would work with us.

We rescued her from Jibral freakin' Disah.

Saved her life.

Why isn't she singing like a little freedom-loving bird?

I tried everything, from direct confrontation, to the Scharff Technique.

It's like trying to engage a statue.

She won't talk.

U.S. Marshals say she's not eating.

She's deeply traumatized.

Oh, is that is, Dr.Freud?

She grew up in a household with a brutal dictator for a father, who handed her off to another violent man.

We swoop in, in a hail of g*nf*re, grab her up and bring her to a strange country, and start grilling her for information?

You don't have to be a psychotherapist to figure out why she shut down.

What if she's not working with us because she's with them?

Politically and emotionally.

I doubt she has the sophistication to run a game that deep.

All the same, maybe it's time to start treating her like an enemy combatant, and less like our nation's favorite houseguest.

(phone rings)

Henry: You want to take a terrified young woman to a black site for enhanced interrogation.

Yeah, hello.

That's a good idea.

Whatever works, right?

Okay.

'Cause this approach does not.

Guys, that decision might not be ours to make anymore.

Alex Jones from White House Counsel wants to see us right away.

I don't think you understand the dangerous position you've put the White House in.

At your urgent request, President Dalton authorized Justice to issue an arrest warrant, so you could legally rendition Hijriyyah Al Bouri.

She's been in U.S. custody for three days, and you haven't registered her in the system.

Only because we have good reason to think that Jibral Disah believes that she was k*lled in the raid.

After we grabbed her, we bombed the compound.

Jane: If we file charges against Hijriyyah in federal court, he'll know she's alive, and he'll alter his plans.

Then any information she gave us on his location will be useless.

Plus, we can hold her under the material witness statute.

So if she's a witness, and not a combatant, then file for political asylum.

We're holding out asylum as an inducement to get her talking.

Is she talking?

Not as of yet, no.

(sighs)

When you brought Hijriyyah Al Bouri onto U.S. soil, she was automatically granted certain rights: The right to an attorney.

The right to petition for a writ of habeas corpus.

The right...

Have you even read her the Miranda?

We've been trying to keep things friendly.

How friendly can things be when you're holding her prisoner?

She's not a prisoner; she agreed to remain with us.

Because she doesn't want to go back to Libya.

Okay, look.

We need a few more days. The weekend.

Hijriyyah holds the key to finding Jibral Disah.

If we miss this chance, it could be years before we have another lead.

The weekend.

Monday morning, Hijriyyah Al Bouri goes into the system, either as an enemy combatant, or a political refugee.

Jones is right about one thing: Hijriyyah may have agreed to stay in our custody, but she has no reason to see us as friends.

We're just strangers that took her from the only home she's ever known.

Bleak and dangerous as that home was.

Maybe she needs to see a familiar face.

Someone who can give her hope for a better future.

The teacher, Laila.

We pushed her pretty hard the last time.

You think she'll want to help us again?

Laila has a brother who's been trying to come here for two years.

He's got no affiliation with any radical group, past or present.

The guy is clean.

Can we get State to expedite his visa in exchange for her cooperation?

Okay, hold on. Does this really rise to the level of me playing the husband card?

Save it.

I'll get approval from Russell Jackson and I'll meet you back at the office.

So, I got a memo this morning from Oliver Shaw's office.

You asked him to run a search on Talia Petrov.

Everything Oliver does for Murphy Station is run through ODNI.

It's kind of a bureaucratic turf thing.

I just wanted to check and see if she was okay.

(sighs) Look, Henry, she's been arrested by the Russian police.

What? When?

Two weeks ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because given your history with Dmitri Petrov, I had this crazy idea you might react badly.

Not if you're working to get her out.

(scoffs, laughs) It's not that simple.

Ever since Talia returned to Russia, she's been pressuring the m*llitary to turn over Dmitri's remains for burial.

Now, officially, she was told that he d*ed of a fever, while serving at the front in Ukraine.

When in reality, he was most likely sh*t, or... tortured to death.

Yeah.

Dmitri's body is evidence his government ex*cuted him as a traitor.

They'll never give him back to her and risk exposure.

She was threatening to go public.

They needed to do something to keep her quiet.

Talia Petrov just got out of the hospital.

She's recovering from cancer.

How long do you think she'll last if they put her in a work camp?

Right now, they're holding her at a jail in the city.

And we don't think they'll hold her for more than a few months.

Just long enough to convince her to drop her request.

Our best option here is to let events take their course.

The last time I let events take their course, Dmitri was captured and k*lled.

That wasn't your fault.

I recruited him.

I promised him I would do everything I could to keep him safe.

And you did, but in the end, it wasn't your call.

The human cost is part of the intelligence game, Henry.

We can't save everyone.

I know.

Henry: Her name is Talia Petrov.

She's being held at a facility near, uh, Leninsky Prospekt.

Will you call me when you've seen her?

Yes. Thank you, Mr. Brayshev.

(knocking on door)

Ugh! Here it is.

I feel like I literally just got home, and now I'm turning around to go right back out again.

I hate it.

That's why I never became a rock star.

That and I can't sing.

Rock stars sleep in.

You're jumping out of bed at 4:00 a.m. to answer e-mails.

My staff spent the night preparing a report for the new Russian Foreign Minister, and I had to give them notes before our meeting this morning.

So you're back on the Russian merry-go-round.

Well, if you want to fight terror, you got to run with the big dogs.

Ooh, which reminds me, um, we got the request from Murphy Station for the expedited visa for Laila Ayyad's brother.

She agreed to help us with Hijriyyah if we could get him into the U.S.

Well, it's in process.

We forwarded it to Marc Forsythe at the Bureau of Consular Affairs.

What does "in process" mean?

Because we need it, like, today.

Okay. I-I can talk to Marc.

He's got a crush on me.

I'm not above working that.

Or, how about this?

How about you deal with your departmental issues, and, uh, clear up the backlog, and... get this thing approved.

I'm on your side, remember?

Well, it doesn't feel like it.

It feels like I'm dealing with a typical DC bureaucrat.

Wait. Whoa!

It is indefensible that this machine we both serve comes to a grinding halt whenever something actually needs to get done.

And it feels like you're justifying it.

What's this about? What's going on, Henry.

You-you tell me.

Is it too much to ask that once, just once, the most powerful country in the world wield that power to actually help someone?

I'm sorry. I... I got to go to work.

Hey, Henry...

I'll call you later.

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

Good morning, Madam Secretary.

Morning, Nadine.

How's everybody holding up?

Maybe it's old school, but I think pulling an all-nighter every once in a while is good for morale.

Hmm.

Here's the framework we put together for Minister Avdonin.

That draft incorporates all of your changes.

Also, I retrieved Rifat Ayyad's expedited visa application and put it on your desk for your signature.

I let Murphy Station know that you would do that this morning.

Was Marc annoyed that we're bypassing him?

No, actually he seemed kind of relieved that he had one less thing to do today.

Right.

Because he's a typical DC bureaucrat.

Ma'am?

Just processing out loud.

Good morning, ma'am.

Hi.

Uh, three things: Security just informed me that Minister Avdonin's motorcade has arrived.

Uh, your husband is holding on line one.

Oh... great.

And...

Hey.

Henry: Babe, I am so sorry.

I just don't know what got into me.

Besides lack of sleep, hunting a t*rror1st, weight of the world on your shoulders.

No excuse.

I should never take it out on you.

Ever.

Elizabeth: You're forgiven. Listen, I, uh, I'm signing the paperwork for Rifat Ayyad right now.

I'll have it messengered over, okay?

Henry: You're amazing.

Thank you.

So... you're feeling better?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's nothing a little austerity-budget, crappy White House coffee couldn't fix.

Well, there's your problem right there.

Conrad has a secret espresso maker in the basement.

You mean with the aliens?

I've already said too much.

(laughs)

Babe...

Yeah?

Thank your staff for me, okay?

You bet.

Okay. I love you. Bye.

It, uh, feels like I'm signing my life away.

Well, all this really means is that you can't disclose anything Hijriyyah says or does to anyone outside this room.

What about my brother's visa?

It's on its way over from the State Department right now.

Okay.

When it comes... we can start.

Of course.

Anyone want some coffee?

Yes, please.

I'm sure your people in Moscow will tell you that I hired a lawyer for Talia Petrov.

Ooh.

Did you know that, uh, the State Department is starting negotiations with Russia to form a coalition to fight Hizb al-Shahid?

I'm aware.

And your wife's all right with you meddling in Russia's legal affairs?

She doesn't know.

I hired the lawyer before I knew about her plan.

Well, now you know, and these crossed wires could potentially affect our work.

We need everyone on the same page.

Konstantin: This is very thorough.

My staff worked through the night.

Hizb al-Shahid is a scourge on this earth.

I hope that we can find a way to come together and eradicate it once and for all.

But...

Before Russia can commit to an alliance, we'll need a ten-year moratorium on all NATO expansion into Eastern Europe.

Well, that's... that's quite an ask.

I disagree.

NATO is, after all, a group of nations formed to fight against perceived Russian aggression.

Such an organization moving closer and closer to our western border, is as great a thr*at as Hizb al-Shahid.

NATO's founding principle is based on an open door policy for any nation that meets the requirements for membership.

A moratorium is impossible.

Admission must be unanimous.

And the U.S. has veto power.

All we ask is assurance that you'll use it.

For ten years.

No, we-we won't do that.

Then I'm afraid we're done here.

You have a saying in this country.

You showed your hand.

It's clear to me that you want this coalition very much.

So much that, eventually, you will give us what we want.

President Salnikov and I are prepared to be patient.

Are you?

Have a safe trip, Minister Avdonin.

(door opens)

(gently speaks Arabic)

Laila asked her what's wrong.

(speaking Arabic)

Jose: She says, "my life is hopeless."

(continuing in Arabic)

Jose: "I can't breathe."

She's starting to decompensate.

Look, Disah kept her locked in that house in Libya for months.

We've had her inside this whole time, it's no wonder she feels like she can't breathe.

She needs some fresh air.

We already brought over a playmate.

Now you want to take them both on a field trip?

Just to the park.

And yeah, if I thought tickets to Taylor Swift, and a pony would get this girl talking, I would pitch that, too.

Whatever works, right?

I don't think it could hurt.

Elizabeth: We should do this more often.

Eat lunch?

Together.

Spontaneously.

For no reason.

Unless there's a reason.

Hmm.

If you're thinking you have to make up for something... it's okay.

Wh... this morning is over and done.

Here's the thing: I wasn't 100% honest with you on the phone.

What do you mean?

(clears throat)

My mood this morning, it wasn't just about work.

I've been having dreams. Nightmares.

For a couple of weeks.

What about?

Dmitri.

I'm sorry.

And I found out yesterday that his sister Talia's been arrested.

And you want to help her?

Don't you?

Of course.

Under normal circumstances, I'd do everything I could.

It's just these negotiations with Russia... it's all in a very fragile place.

I guess I'm just afraid...

You're afraid to rock the boat.

Can you cut it out?

God, it feels like you don't know even know me.

I'm sorry, but it's frustrating.

You were there when Hizb al-Shahid set off that dirty b*mb.

Our children were there!

I know!

Well, HS still has nuclear material in their possession.

Stopping them has to be our first priority.

I get it, Elizabeth!

Well, I... (sighs)

I do.

Once we have a deal in place, then we can focus on the Talia situation, I promise.

But Henry, you and I...

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

Dr. McCord?

Jose Campos just called.

He said to tell you the field trip is a go.

Thanks, Blake.

Let me call you back.

She said a word?

Not yet.

I'm this close to pulling the plug.

Let's just give Laila some space and time.

(speaking Arabic)

What is it?

She's afraid of her father.

Tell her we'll protect her.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

She says if you want her help to k*ll Jibral, you must k*ll her father first.

Okay, that sounds good.

We can meet you and the vet there on Saturday morning.

Thanks.

Everything okay?

Well, I'm not sure.

Mitch went to the winter stables to ready the horses for transport and Buttercup was limping.

A sprain?

Probably.

Anyway, I won't be riding him this weekend.

That's okay. You two can just cuddle.

So can we.

You look like you could use some downtime.

Busy day.

I was thinking that maybe you want to talk to somebody about those dreams.

I've read, like, tons of articles on Slate...

(chuckles)

...about it, and, well, declared myself fully qualified.

I'm convinced of your expertise, but no, thanks.

Well...

Um, Russell Jackson read me in on Hijriyyah Al Bouri.

Greek drama of the patricidal demand aside, I give her credit for picking a worthy target.

Yeah, worthy, but elusive.

We spent four hours in meetings with Intelligence.

The bottom line is, if we knew where Idris Al Bouri was, our m*llitary would have already taken him out.

Doesn't Hijriyyah have information that could help us track him down?

(phone ringing)

All she knows is that he funds his illegal activities by trading in black market oil.

I've gotta take this.

Fine.

Sorry.

Hello.

Phil: Dr. McCord? Talia Petrov flatly rejected the offer of counsel.

Did she say why?

In all candor, once she learned you were paying for our services, she said she would prefer a Russian public defender.

But I feel I should tell you, my colleague was concerned for her health.

He said she seemed very weak.

Do I have any other options?

There's only one that I can think of, and it's a long sh*t.

But it might be your only chance to get Talia Petrov out of jail.

I'm listening.

Elizabeth: Ephraim, thank you for fitting me in.

I wish I had more than a few minutes, but I'm meeting with the President's Intelligence Advisory Board at 9:00.

No worries. I mean, I'm just wondering, where are we on Idris Al Bouri?

Unfortunately, we know very little about his latest operation.

Well, his daughter Hijjriyah said that he deals in black market oil.

Any intel on who his clients are?

The usual suspects.

Paramilitary groups, drug cartels, the Russian Mafia.

I can get you the file.

That would be great. Thanks.

Hope it helps.

(elevator bell dings)

Konstantin: Madam Secretary.

Can I assume you have good news for me?

Elizabeth: President Dalton has agreed to add a secret provision to our coalition deal.

The U.S. will veto any new Eastern European nation that attempts to join NATO for the next five years.

We asked for ten.

You're getting five.

And there's one other thing: This is Idris Al Bouri.

A t*rror1st. A criminal.

And a high-priority target for the United States.

He recently pledged his loyalty to Hizb al-Shahid.

When our deal is concluded, you would like this man to be the first target.

Actually, my government has learned that Al Bouri openly conducts business in Russia, selling black market oil to the Bratva.

Of course, your government has no direct links to organized crime.

But if your intelligence agencies were keeping tabs on the local mafia, and they, in turn, happened to know of Al Bouri's whereabouts, well... we'd like to be read in on that information.

Today.

And if I say no?

Then, I leave here and we don't have a deal.

And then, maybe this afternoon, I'll reach out to certain Eastern European countries with NATO Membership Action Plans already in place, and then maybe we'll talk about how to facilitate their approval.

Konstantin, if I showed you my hand yesterday, then you showed me yours, as well.

How much do you want our veto power working on your behalf?

I think you want it as much as I want this coalition, and Idris Al Bouri's location.

(sighs)

Okay.

I will call President Salnikov, and get back to you as soon as possible.

Great.

Elizabeth: President Salnikov has agreed to the deal, and our intelligence agencies are coordinating now.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Okay, great.

Since, in practice, Hijriyyah has agreed to work with us, White House Counsel will prepare a classified request for her asylum.

Good. Now we just have to hope that Russia comes through on their end.

Well, for the moment, it's out of our hands.

I haven't forgotten about Talia, by the way.

When things settle down, I'll take action on getting her released, okay?

Hey, Mitch!

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: Oh, that's Sue! Thank you for coming.

Elizabeth.

Henry: Mitch, how are you?

That's my boy.

Ah... gosh, gosh...

Henry: So, do we know what's wrong?

Dr. Klein: Oh, it's hard to tell.

Definitely favoring his right leg, though.

And he seems in some distress.

I know. I know.

I would like to run a few tests.

Maybe even an MRI.

I have to warn you, though, it could get expensive.

Oh, he's family. Do whatever you need.

Elizabeth: I know, I know.

Hi, my big boy.

Oh, she's back. Are you happy?

(laughs)

I'm happy. Yes.

I got dinner.

See, I love this.

All the ingredients you need for a gourmet meal in a box.

If this had been around when the kids were small, I would have cooked something like...

"Apple Cider Chicken Breasts with Sautéed Mustard Greens and Sweet Potato Hash" every night.

Uh-huh.

Definitely every Saturday.

Yeah.

Oh, shut up.

I am really glad that we got away this weekend without the kids.

The kids being two teens and a grown-up.

I think weekends alone together is our new norm.

Good thing we like each other.

Assuming, of course, we still do.

Uh, double thumbs up, (phone buzzing) horns and confetti, and various smiley faces.

I love it when you speak emoji.

Hello.

Daisy: Sorry to bother you on the weekend, ma'am.

Hey, Daisy, what's up?

I just got a call from Amnesty International.

What about?

They prepared a public statement and they wanted to give you a courtesy notice of its impending release.

Wait. I don't understand.

Why is Amnesty International checking in with me?

Because they're denouncing the wrongful arrest of a Russian woman named Talia Petrov.

And they got the tip from...

Dr. Henry McCord.

Tell them to hold off.

No, uh, ask them if they'll tear up the statement.

Thanks for calling.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie.

You withheld information.

Don't start parsing terms with me.

Talia Petrov is sick.

(door closes)

I was worried that if I waited until you became friends with the Russians again, she'd be dead.

Henry, we're not sharing slam books.

We're trying to negotiate something that will make the world safer.

Yeah, there are delicate systems at play.

It's a crucial moment.

You're just going to tell me that it's not a good time.

But it's never a good time.

And you're just going to... what, a-a-accuse me of siding with politicians?

We're on the same team.

We're-we're both in public service.

What sense does it make if we can't believe in the system we're sworn to uphold?

I don't know.

What sense does it make?

Well, hear me on this: If the Russians find out that we've been meddling in their affairs, they could pull out of the coalition talks.

Which means we have no partner in this fight.

No, no finding Idris Al Bouri.

No intel on Jibral Disah.

Hijriyyah goes back to Libya.

Are you willing to risk everything we're working for... just to save one person?

That's just what we said when it was Dmitri.

One life ended, yeah.

And thousands saved.

A million.

And I said it, too.

I believed it.

I believe you.

I think you did the right thing.

You made the right choice.

Th-th... here's the thing: I just can't live with it.

There's this humming in the back of my brain.

It's this constant feeling that I made a terrible mistake and it's too late to fix it.

What mistake?

I stayed in the van!

I let them drive away and leave Dmitri there.

What else could you have done?

I don't know. I could've... (sighs)

...fought harder; made them stop.

What chance would you have had against the other operatives in that van?

They-they would have physically restrained you before letting you hijack their orders.

Which, remember, came directly from the president.

Dmitri made a choice to spy for this country.

He must have felt it was worth it.

(laughing)

You make it sound so honorable.

He was a terrified kid who didn't want to die.

And Talia Petrov is an innocent.

The victim of everything we've done.

I am not going to leave her there to die, too.

You didn't have to be alone in this.

You-you could have talked to me.

I can't talk to you!

(gasping)

You're all... tied up... with this in my head.

Sometimes when I see you, it's like I-I'm going right back there.

I know you want to help, but you can't.

Because you remind me of how I failed.

You're up early.

Couldn't sleep.

(cell phone buzzes)

(second cell phone ringing)

(land line phone rings)

Officials say the U.S. drone strike near Sirte, on the Libyan coastline, k*lled six militants, including Idris Al Bouri.

During the 1980s, Al Bouri was a high-ranking member of the mujahideen in Afghanistan, and most recently pledged his loyalty to the t*rror1st group Hizb al-Shahid.

In related news, Russia has announced that it is set to begin preliminary talks with the United States...

(phone ringing)

...with an eye toward forming a coalition...

(turns off TV)

Hello.

Okay, thanks.

Vet's here.

The issue with Buttercup's leg isn't a sprain.

It's a tumor.

The MRI showed he's suffering from lymphosarcoma.

How bad?

It's very advanced.

And there are other tumors, and it's metastasized into his liver.

Are you saying that it's terminal?

What about chemo?

Shh...

I mean, there's got to be some kind of treatment.

The thing is, I'm afraid he's in pain.

We can't have that.

No, we can't have that.

When do we need to do this?

Dr. Klein: Whenever you're ready.

Is there really no other choice?

As difficult as it is, I think Elizabeth is making the best decision.

I'd like to have the day with him.

Say good-bye.

That is, if you can give him something for the pain.

Dr. Klein: Sure.

I'll give him a sh*t of Butorphanol.

And, uh, I can come back this evening.

(phone blips)

Is it work?

Uh, yeah.

It's all right.

You can go if you have to.

It's nothing I can't put off.

I'm fine. Really, I promise.

You sure?

You don't want the kids with you?

No.

Then we're all here and we're upset, he'll know something's wrong.

(sobs quietly)

(crying)

(speaking Arabic)

Jose: She's saying, "I thought he was stronger than their bombs."

(continuing in Arabic)

"Stronger than Allah."

(speaking Arabic)

"And now I'm free."

Jose: Hijriyyah says Jibral Disah's escape plan was to go to Islamabad, and hide out in the I-8 district, which narrows it down to this area here.

Well, I-8's residential.

Civilians everywhere.

Exfiltration could be difficult.

Hey, one problem at a time.

Let's find the son of a bitch first.

(phone chimes)

Pakistan is ostensibly our ally.

They might be willing to help us pinpoint his location.

Russell Jackson wants an update.

Finally, we can give him some good news.

Oh, uh, I told Elizabeth about Talia Petrov.

She wants you to back off.

Well, the truth is, I'm out of options.

There's nothing more I can do right now.

And, like you said, we can't save everyone.

But we saved Hijriyyah.

It's a good day.

You could always find a distance... and you never put a foot wrong.

And when I would come to the pasture, you would run to meet me.

Do you remember?

Thank you for being my horse.

(neighs quietly, Elizabeth gently laughs)

Thank you for coming back.

Whatever happens... we're together.