02x06 - Catch and Release

[bunniefuu]

Man: My name is Luke Miller.

I claimed to be a volunteer EMT, but was exposed as a spy sent by the United States government to undermine the Islamic State.

President Dalton... your air strikes bring pain upon your people and death to your troops.

Now I must pay for your policies, which only plunge America into endless fire.

Just as you execute our warriors, we will exterminate all so-called American aid workers within our borders.

They are heathens and puppets of American intelligence and will be k*lled like dogs.

He goes by Abu Nahar.

But based on his accent and his word choice, it appears he's the first American in !sis leadership.

Do we have any idea who the hell he is?

Our prelim analysis suggests that he's in his 20s, a naturalized citizen, and a fluent, if not native, Arabic speaker.

Elizabeth: An American convert... native in English and fluent in Egyptian Arabic... that's got to be memorable.

Has CIA contacted local sources on !sis borders?

Our field agents are reaching out.

Jackson: The Times has dubbed this guy "Jihadi Judd," and the name's sticking.

Man: This video has had two million views since it's been uploaded an hour ago.

By tomorrow, 50 million will have watched an American recruit m*rder his countryman.

Anyone on the fence about joining the Caliphate just got a big push toward it.

Jackson: We're rushing to shut down availability of the video here.

My team's handling international traffic.

In the meantime, sir, I advise evacuating all federally employed aid workers in and near !sis territory.

Do it.

(bell dings)

(sighs)

Good morning, Madam Secretary.

I wish I could agree.

I have the number for Luke Miller's parents when you're ready for condolences, ma'am.

I have a P.A. working every international search and social media platform, burying that video so deep even Criterion Collection won't find it.

Good. Nadine, coordinate with the Baghdad Embassy and USAID to enforce the mandatory evacuations.

And line up assistance for NGO workers heeding our exit recommendation.

Yes, ma'am.

So it's still a voluntary evacuation for NGO's?

Yes, but by the time you get finished with it, it won't sound like one.

Also, draft a message to all state employees posted in the Middle East in the past five years.

If anyone recalls an American citizen fluent in Egyptian Arabic who'd be in his 20s now, bring them to me.

I'll have it out by the hour.

Thank you.

Blake?

Yes?

(sighs): I, uh...

I'm ready for that call.

Yes, ma'am.

(soft exhale)

(phone ringing)

(sniffs)

Hello. Mr. and Mrs. Miller?

Here's a list of the NGOs operating around !sis territory.

Follow up personally with the evacuation recommendation.

Quickly.

Of course.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I...

I have to talk to Tyler Hogan?

This would be Tyler "the Hammer" Hogan?

He's very nice if you get him in a good mood.

How do I do that? Gift basket?

Or should I just throw him down the Exorcist steps?

He played tennis at Princeton.

Start there.

Also, he's an amateur geologist.

So the way to his heart is through tennis and rocks?

(sighs)

You might also remind him that American lives are at stake.

(airplane flies by overhead) _

(baby crying)

(grunting, shouting)

Go ahead and sew him up.

3-0 polysorb.

(alarm beeping)

The lung collapsed. Air's filling his chest.

It's compressing the heart.

Chest tube.

Stat.

We're out.

The shipment didn't come this week.

Give me your pen.

Now.

And some iodine.

(doctor grunts)

(air hissing)

(exhales)

Okay. Now you can sew him up.

Marine: Is Dr. Adams in there?

William Adams?

We need you at the rendezvous point now.

The evac convoy was supposed to leave 30 minutes ago.

Will: Ah. No thanks, fellas.

I've got patients.

Marine 2: Sir, we have specific orders...

You're removing half the doctors from this camp.

I'm staying.

What...? Oh, come on.

You gotta be kidding me.

Put the pen to a vacuum for 24 hours, then pull it out, okay?

Let go of me!

(knocking at door)

Yeah?

Dr. McCord.

Can I talk to you?

Come in.

You know, these aren't my regular office hours, so from now on, if you could act like everyone who just wants to come and talk about a paper, that'd be helpful.

I'm sorry.

The Ministry of Defense is recalling Ivan to Moscow.

Did you know about this?

I heard.

Is he a victim of the purge Maria Ostrov just announced?

Sounds like you're worried that he is.

Her first act as our newly-elected president and she's ridding the m*llitary of what she is calling "foreign agents disseminating Western propaganda."

Tell me what you think that means.

h*m*.

Sit.

Ivan is a good friend.

He lives for the army, for his country.

But recently, there are rumors...

Are they just rumors?

Ivan would never admit this directly, of course.

He hides it well, but... he has maybe let his guard down a little in the U.S.

(sighs)

And you're afraid he'll be thrown in prison because of his sexual orientation.

Jailers don't punish men like Ivan.

They let the other inmates take care of that.

Can his parents help?

You said they're political royalty.

His father would rather see his son dead than exposed as gay.

You must protect him.

I'm very sorry, Dmitri, but Ivan's just a student here.

Oh, he doesn't have a deal with the devil like I do.

I think maybe you're misidentifying the devil.

I know this is a shameful aspect of my country.

And this is how you persuaded me to work for you, to change things like this.

But what-what good is this job if I can't help save my friend?

There's a bigger picture.

You have a home.

A wife, children.

I am here. Alone.

Who can I talk to?

Talk to me.

You had me interrogated by Americans posing as FSB.

Half the time, I don't know if you're helping me or trying to k*ll me.

You need to calm down.

We have been through this.

You know that I'm your ally here.

Then, please, help Ivan.

I can't lose the closest friend I have in this country.

Let me see what I can do.

We are not going to do anything.

Ivan's persona non grata at the Kremlin.

It's a good thing you moved us off of recruiting him.

Without Ivan's friendship, I am very worried about Dmitri's psychological well-being.

Funny. It's the thought of Maria Ostrov's finger over the red button that keeps me up at night.

Right, exactly.

That's why we should use every resource we have to make sure that doesn't happen.

Turn around this whole situation in Eastern Europe.

Tell me you agree with me on that, please.

Okay, you are getting way out of your depth, here.

You gotta back off.

Look, if-if Dmitri snaps, we lose an asset who is poised to rise through the ranks of the Russian m*llitary.

Okay, all the more reason not to compromise him just to try to save a random junior officer.

Look, I know we have other agents in the Russian army.

There's got to be a lever we can pull to keep Ivan at the w*r College.

Henry!

I am not risking any DIA assets on this.

End of discussion.

Then take it out of DIA's hands.

We get Ivan asylum in the U.S.

Oh, great. We bring State into DIA business.

It works.

To Ivan, I'm a concerned professor with the resources to help.

Wow. Backing off really is not your gift, is it?

You asked me to handle Dmitri.

Let me do my job.

DIA's prints are nowhere.

You just play the sympathetic professor card.

That is it.

Nadine: His name is Adam Fanning.

He's the son of Judith Fanning, a State Department employee in the Near East Bureau.

Are you sure?

She was stationed in Cairo for six years.

Adam grew up there.

And learned Arabic at the American International School.

Daisy: That's right.

He returned here for high school.

His father d*ed in a car accident.

A few months later, Adam converted to Islam.

He went back to Egypt for college and dropped out two years later to join !sis.

I'm guessing his mother didn't give us any of this.

No, but she certainly got the memo.

Is she in today?

No, she works part-time.

Bring her in. Quietly.

If she's colluding with her son, we can't risk spooking her.

Yes, ma'am.

(door closes)

Ms. Fanning.

Yes?

Nadine Tolliver, Secretary McCord's chief of staff.

I-I think we've met before.

Yes, of course.

Yes, that's right.

Thank you, guys.

Can you tell me what's going on?

I mean, I was told that I was covering for a sick co-worker.

Um, the secretary will fill you in.

The secretary?

Egyptian embassy party a few years back.

That is definitely, definitely where we met.

Ah. Yes.

This way.

(door opens)

Nadine: Madam Secretary, this is Judith Fanning.

Madam Secretary.

Ms. Fanning.

By now, you've realized I haven't called you in to do work.

Is something wrong?

I'm going to cut to the chase.

Have you seen the !sis beheading video that was released earlier today?

No.

No, I haven't looked at my computer.

Not on the news?

Mm-mm.

I'm sorry, is this about my Syrian arms brief?

I'm gonna need you to watch this video.

Okay.

President Dalton, your air strikes bring pain upon your people and death to your troops.

(man speaking Arabic)

Just as you execute our warriors, we will exterminate all so-called American aid workers within our borders.

They are heathens and puppets of American intelligence and will be k*lled like dogs.

You recognize that man's voice?

(gasps)

Elizabeth: He returned to Egypt for college as the Arab Spring began.

He became radicalized after falling in with the Muslim Brotherhood.

Does the mother have any idea where he might be?

No, they lost touch a year ago.

The FBI is interrogating her right now.

All of our intelligence agencies are into it.

Should we be talking about putting his name out there?

Or releasing a photo?

I'd advise against it.

There's a tactical advantage to holding our cards.

The safer he feels, the more likely he is to screw up.

And if we I.D. him, we reveal his affiliation with State.

Which is an even bigger coup for !sis.

The first American-born !sis leader with direct ties to the State Department?

It's hard to bounce back from that.

That is not my primary concern.

Well, nor mine, but it's in the equation.

I don't give a crap about the political equation, Russell!

I want him to stop cutting off innocent American heads and broadcasting it all over the world!

I want this son of a bitch either captured or k*lled and I don't give a damn which!

♪

Thank you, guys.

Madam Secretary, I'd like to lodge a formal complaint!

Don't move!

I bring regards from the Syrian refugees...

Show me your hands!

(chuckles) Nice, very... very nice, Madam Secretary; a real woman of the people.

Honestly, you couldn't have cleaned up a little bit.

Agent: Madam, do you know this man?

He's my brother.

Sorry, ma'am.

We thought he was...

A crazy person?

Yeah, I know, he is.

But he's harmless.

Thank you, I got it from here.

Good night.

Don't keep Marines waiting when they are trying to save your sorry ass.

Oh, is that what they were doing?

Looked more like ditching people in need.

Shut up.

You promised me you would stay out of conflict zones.

I said I'd try to stay out of the conflict zones.

By working in a camp right on the border of !sis territory?

They just announced their intent to k*ll all American aid workers.

I-I have my U.K. passport.

Do you know the position you would put me in if you got kidnapped?

Oh, come on.

The position you'd put your government in?

Come on, I am not that important.

To people looking for leverage you are.

Oh!

You are the Secretary of State's brother!

Not when I started this job.

Henry: I thought I heard the dulcet tones of the Adams siblings.

Thank God.

Look what the grunts dragged in.

Hey, brother.

Emphasis on "dragged."

Touchy subject. - I'm surprised she waited this long actually.

Yeah.

You good? Come on, have some dinner.

No, no, this isn't a friendly...

Stevie: Uncle Will?

Hey!

Hi!

Oh, my God!

What are you going here?

My favorite niece.

Oh, my God, you are too skinny.

Well, look who's talking.

Are-are Aunt Sophie and Annie with you?

No, they're-they're in London.

Well, do you have pictures of them?

I have a few.

Come on, show them at dinner.

Come on!

Okay.

Now, if you get the Kn*fe point right behind the posterior dorsal region...

You mean the wing.

...you maximize the amount of meat.

Let nothing go to waste.

What do they feed you guys at the camps?

Well, nothing like this feast.

Mostly rice. Maybe some beans if the convoy hasn't been h*jacked or the roads bombed.

Stevie: Well, Jason freaks out if the pizza takes more than half an hour to deliver.

Really?

They made a guarantee.

I like to hold our institutions accountable.

Well, tell your mother that.

Oh, don't, Will.

Don't what?

Will: She doesn't want to be reminded that her boss' administration spends exponentially more on bombing Syria than feeding the civilians they're supposedly protecting.

We haven't seen each other in over a year.

Can we try and enjoy dinner?

You're right.

Dinner is a luxury.

The Syrians I know are so starved, they sell their refrigerators for a few bucks just to survive the week.

Henry: I guess this would be a bad time to ask if anybody wants some mashed potatoes.

Look, I want to get rid of !sis as much as the next guy, but at a certain point...

Really? Because I'm actually one of the guys tasked with doing it, so trust me when I tell you that it's a little bit more complicated than your simplistic view.

Whoa. Point, Mom.

You can't imagine from your high perch inside the Beltway, the things I see on the ground.

You wouldn't last five minutes dealing with the big picture dynamics of my job.

You're right.

I am not a bureaucrat. I actually help people.

You want to go there?

Yeah.

Well, here we are in your fancy Georgetown mansion, let's go.

I should've left you over there.

You should have.

Hey, you guys want to save some of this for Christmas?

Is this what we sound like when we fight?

Pretty much, yeah.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You know what the problem is, right?

If you tell me it's because we're too much alike I'm gonna throw something at you.

Besides that.

There-there's a lot of pressure on your relationship.

You-you were young when your parents d*ed.

It's not that!

Okay.

The problem is he's a narcissistic adrenaline junkie.

Did you know that he hasn't been back to see Sophie in months.

The truth is... he doesn't want to go home.

I'm not the one that needs to hear all this.

Like I could ever get him to talk to me about this stuff.

Okay, why don't you take him fly fishing?

With what time?

Just find it.

For some reason that I will never fully understand, that whole river thing seems to move your WASP-y souls, so...

Connecting is a lot easier when you're not having to look at each other.

(both laugh)

All right.

I'll see if he bites.

Aw, good.

Oh, hey, listen.

I have this very promising Russian student who's getting recalled to Moscow by Ostrov for being gay.

And this kid is so duty-bound, he'll take his fate on the chin.

If he makes an asylum request, will you vouch for it?

Is he afraid for his safety?

Babe, it's...

Of course he is.

And he's still willing to go back.

Mm-hmm.

Ostrov is losing a good soldier for nothing.

Yeah.

And one brave enough to be out in the Russian army?

Wow.

Actually, he's not out.

Well, Henry, he's gonna have to cite h*m* as his reason for asylum.

Okay, I'll have to convince him to do that.

If you do, then, yeah, I'll do whatever I can.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, it's your boyfriend.

That's-that's so funny.

Hey, Russell, what's up?

The FBI found evidence in Judith Fanning's bank records that she provided material support to t*rrorists.

What?! (stammers)

What kind?

Her son Adam contacted her six months ago.

She admitted to sending him $8,000.

Oh, come on.

She's adamant the money didn't go to !sis.

Well, the FBI report backs that.

She's not ideologically aligned with her son.

Yet she lied about not talking to him.

And she refuses to say what the money was actually for.

What else if not to support the caliphate?

There aren't exactly malls in the Syro-Arabian desert.

Well, they were estranged.

And reached out.

Guilt is a powerful thing.

Guilt over being a single, working mother?

Yes.

But the husband's death complicates things.

How?

I thought it was a car accident.

I remembered the circumstances when I reviewed her file.

He lost control of the car due to a seizure caused by Huntington's disease.

He was barely 43 years old.

And he'd been misdiagnosed for almost two years.

My understanding is that she blames herself for not catching it sooner.

That is a morbid detail to note.

Too thorough?

No.

I think you might actually be onto something.

Madam Secretary.

Well, I-I-I didn't realize you would be the closer.

When my own employee lies to my face, I like to find out why.

I can't help you.

'Cause you want to k*ll my son.

I want to stop him from k*lling innocent people.

You should, too.

I want my son back.

The-the way that he was.

Before he became radicalized or... before you found out he had Huntington's disease?

Early onset sufferers are likely to have children who exhibit symptoms even earlier.

Is that what happened to Adam?

Last year, he e-mailed.

He wanted to talk about his father's symptoms.

So we Skyped.

And-and there he was.

He was shaking like a leaf.

Did he say where he was or who he'd been with?

Nothing.

I told you I will be no help.

Your computer records show that shortly before you sent the money, you searched online for information on a drug.

Tetrabenazine.

It's the only medicine proven to curb early onset spasms.

That's what the money was for, wasn't it?

I-I know what Adam did was unforgivable.

But he's still my son.

Just promise me that you'll give him a chance.

Promise to... (crying): that you won't k*ll him?

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Hey.

Call Nadine.

Get her into tracking any plausible source of tetrabenazine entering !sis territory.

Tetra...

She'll know.

Okay.

And make it clear... no one outside our inner circle knows why we're looking into it.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

Interpol picked up a pair of American kids at the Frankfurt airport headed for the Syrian front.

(sighs) Jihadi Judd fans?

Yeah, it's in the news now.

The country's frightened.

The president needs this guy wrapped up. Yesterday.

Yeah, I know, we're gonna follow this lead as far as it'll go.

Hey, did you pack my gear?

Uh, yes, ma'am, the line, leader, tippet and waders.

Great.

You're going fishing?

It's a peacekeeping mission.

And I won't be long.

It's called multitasking.

Will: Ah, it's just like the good old days.

You, me, elements of nature and an entire mobile State Department office.

Are you actually sore with me for checking in at the office, or are you just looking for an excuse when you don't catch anything?

I believe I hold the extended family record for most fish caught in a single outing.

Elizabeth: Ha. I can't wait to compare memoirs.

Bring it on.

Sophie and I talk, you know?

Says Annie's starting to ask questions, about where you are.

So what's going on?

Why don't you want to go home?

Now, see, I didn't think you'd lead with that.

I thought you'd start with how my crazy desire to save the world is interfering with your crazy desire to save the world.

That's just work stuff.

Family's the real deal.

Somebody has to do this kind of work, Lizzie, or it doesn't get done.

It's all part of a bigger plan to make everyone's life better.

Sometimes you just have to miss show-and-tell at kindergarten.

You know, you've always been really good at doing whatever you want.

(chuckles)

An expert at justifying it.

Look who's talking.

What?

I gave up a station chief position in Baghdad Oh, well, that settles it. for my family.

You win.

Hey, don't be a chump.

Don't be a scorekeeper.

I was never 100% about having kids 'cause I knew I couldn't change.

I told her that.

That was the deal.

That's what Sophie's not telling you.

We had an agreement.

Yeah, she'd stay home with the kid, while you...

Run around the world, removing shrapnel from the stomachs of other people's kids, yeah.

And there is something to be said for teaching your kids that someone is willing to be there to take care of the people that w*r leaves behind.

You were doing pretty good right up to that point.

Yeah, I pushed it, didn't I?

Yep.

Whoa.

You need a hand?

No, thanks.

Whoa.

(laughs)

(Will whistles)

Candice.

How nice to see you again.

Yes, hey.

I think you know Blake Moran, assistant to the secretary.

You really needed to double-team me, Nadine?

Oh, nonsense, I'm just mentoring.

I've already heard.

You want me for some wild medicine chase in Syria.

Meanwhile, I've just gotten through evacuating 200 Americans from !sis territory using spit and chewing gum, because, as usual, I didn't have funding for it in my budget.

Well, the secretary is very grateful.

For this request, she'd like to sweeten the deal.

How?

Funding for your Nigerian alfalfa initiative.

Just like we discussed.

Last year.

Nigeria's had zero rain since.

Plus, agricultural projects in sub-Saharan Africa haven't cleared the Hill in months.

(clears throat)

There must be, uh, something we can do.

This is a very, very important request.

All your requests are important.

And yet I can't get an answer from the seventh floor as to why.

Can you tell me what this is for?

No wonder the world thinks we're a CIA front.

Okay, Candice.

Name your price.

What do you want?

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Dmitri? Hello, Ivan.

Dr. McCord.

I am afraid I am busy.

I invited him here.

He can help.

Henry: I'm here with an offer.

Would you like to hear it?

Dmitri tells me you're in a very dangerous situation.

You face a public trial designed to humiliate you and your family, a dishonorable discharge and a prison term.

This is a big misunderstanding.

Dmitri has interfered unnecessarily.

Henry: Dmitri came to me to help save your life.

With my ties to the State Department, I can guarantee you an asylum hearing.

But in order for the application to go through, you have to tell the truth about who you are.

I am a Russian captain in the army.

I serve under General Vladimir Doroshevich.

I only follow his orders.

I have no life if I am not a soldier.

Then talk to Doroshevich before he leaves DC for Moscow tonight.

He respects you.

And tell him what?

Henry: Ask him to intervene with the recall on your behalf, make a case for your dedication and commitment.

I understand that Doroshevich is a fair man.

I think he'd want to keep a good soldier.

Look, I don't want to get sappy or anything.

Thank God.

I honestly... respect the work that you do.

And I know that it's dangerous and exhausting, and you have limited resources.

(chuckles)

And from where you're standing, it can look like the people who create policy don't care.

Well... at the very least, don't understand.

So how do you do it?

What part?

All of it.

How do you perform surgery?

Well, first you wash your hands...

No, dumbass. then you, uh...

I mean over there.

Yeah, like, how do you... how do you make it work over there?

To the extent that it does.

Improvisation.

You never have enough medicine or equipment, so you're constantly thinking of ways to create fixes, ways that you probably don't want to know about.

Don't tell me you're meeting people in parking garages and back alleys or...

No.

No, there's a courier in our area.

He knows how to navigate the system.

The irony is... the more chaotic the system, the more effective the underground.

Black market ticks along in places like Syria and Iraq.

The NGO folks don't like to talk about it, but corruption is what holds everything together.

But then how can you trust any of it?

I mean, like, this courier, he's dealing in stolen cargo?

How do you...?

Well, this guy is a former medic, so he's got a lot of real shady clients.

And he's been vetted to high heaven.

We figure that if it works for them, works for us.

"Them" meaning who?

!sis?

We don't ask.

Nadine: Welcome back, ma'am.

How was fishing?

Productive.

How'd it go here?

Well, we had a protracted negotiation with USAID, but we do believe we found the source of the medicine.

Yes, there's a hospital in Antakya that's seen a spike in orders of tetrabenazine.

Padding their stocks in case some of it falls off the truck.

Exactly.

Well, this is great, because I have to tell you, I think that I may have figured out how the medicine gets from there to !sis leadership.

Huh.

Elizabeth: Really good, guys, really good.

I mean... great work with USAID.

Not easy.

(zipper zips)

But I do have a queasy feeling that we may owe them something.

Um, ma'am, you have a three-hour dinner next week with Candice Templeton.

(Elizabeth scoffs)

However did you manage to find the time in my schedule, Blake?

That's my superpower.

Let's hope that your superpower pays off.

Will you get me Director Williams on the telephone?

Blake: Yes, ma'am.

Let's see if your information and mine can tango.

(cell phone buzzes)

(phone beeps)

(line ringing)

(recording): You've reached Captain Ivan Kolashkov.

Please leave a message and I will return your call.

Come on.

(line ringing)

You've reached Captain Ivan Kolashkov...

♪

(g*nsh*t)

Ivan?

Ivan?

What do you have, Sean?

We cross-referenced the medical NGOs in Aleppo.

Several ID'd a courier fitting the description Secretary McCord gave us.

The man we're looking for is Tariq Mansour.

With the help of HUMINT in Turkey and Syria, we tracked his supply chain.

Every order starts out smuggled by an underling of Mansour's from Devlet Arastirma hospital in Antakya, Turkey.

From there, the medicine passes through the Turkish-Syrian border here, at Bab Al-Hawa.

Now, the border's known to be porous, but these guys have greased every wheel.

Then it's on to Aleppo, where Mansour's underlings deliver the small-time supplies... pain relievers, gauze.

But when it comes to the high-end stuff, Mansour's the only one who can deliver them.

To ensure the quality of the expensive dr*gs, he extends a face-to-face guarantee.

Elizabeth: Tetrabenazine can't go more than 24 hours without proper storage.

If Mansour is going to lead us to Adam Fanning, it'll happen today.

Dalton: Contact Nellis.

I want a drone on this courier the minute he heads east from Aleppo.

Yes, sir.

We'll let you know as soon as he's in !sis territory.

(students murmur quietly)

We did this to him.

Why did I say anything?

This is my fault.

No, it's not.

No, it is this coup.

These-these... these power-starved men and their straw dog, Maria Ostrov.

They will not stop until they take us back to the days of Stalin.

Okay, come on. Come with me.

We can talk about this later.

No, we're not going to talk about this later.

We're gonna talk about it now.

Just keep walking, okay?

You need to calm down.

No, I am through with Russia!

I am through with Russia, okay?

I want to take the deal that you offered Ivan.

Let me defect. Give me asylum.

That's not possible.

What? Why?

Because for five minutes I had some crazy idea that I could be a spy?

I want out.

I want to stay here.

Okay.

You can take Ivan's place.

But not by defecting.

Not by giving up.

What do you want me to do?

Tell General Doroshevich to recall you to Moscow, to work by his side.

That's where you can really make a difference.

Don't let Ivan die in vain.

(men speaking indistinctly)

(motorbike approaching)

(speaking quietly)

(revs engine)

(engine running)

Salaam alaikum.

Salaam.

(men speaking Arabic)

Who is he talking to?

The next link in the chain.

Colonel, can we have a closer view of the man Mansour is talking to? Over.

Colonel: Copy.

It's him.

That's Fanning.

I'll be damned.

We have a clean sh*t, Mr. President.

We can take him out now, along with the courier.

Or we can grab him up.

How long to get Delta in there?

as*ault team's 40 minutes out, sir.

That's possibly enough time to take him alive.

Someone at Fanning's level could have significant intelligence on !sis.

Jackson: Or the raid goes south, and American soldiers become Jihadi Judd's next victims.

_ _

The compound's heavily guarded.

Delta will have to pass through three security rings.

Take him out, Admiral.

Colonel, engage target.

Over.

Colonel: Copy. m*ssile on the way.

Time of flight: eight seconds.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

(whooshing sound)

One.

Target hit.

Over.

Parker: Copy.

Mr. President, I recommend addressing the nation immediately.

Release Fanning's identity and confirm the k*ll.

Set it up.

Thank you, everyone.

Good work.

Bess, I'd, uh, I'd like you to stand with me during the address.

Of course, sir.

Thank you, Eddie.

Good night.

Hi.

Hey. - Hey.

You guys are up late.

Yeah, we, uh, saw you with the president.

(sighs) Yeah.

Were you in the Situation Room for it?

Jason: Yes!

Yes! We freakin' lit up Jihadi Judd.

It was like... (mimics expl*si*n)

Henry: Jason!

Cut it out!

It wasn't a video game. Go to your room.

I mean, it was a drone strike, so it kind of...

Jason.

How did you guys even find him?

Go ahead.

Tell them how you found him.

Will you guys please go to bed?

Yeah.

Come on, guys, let's go upstairs.

Will: You used me.

You exploited a moment of what I thought was real connection for your own gain.

My gain?

Adam Fanning waged w*r on our country.

And-and my courier?

What was he, just-just "collateral damage"?

He sells dr*gs for !sis. Have you even seen the...

You knew that he was the only decent source of rare pharma in Western Syria.

People, regular people, children are going to die without his dr*gs.

I know that.

And...?

And I also know that someone else is gonna fill his shoes.

So... so the Syrian civilians, they mean nothing to you.

(laughs bitterly)

Yes, you got me.

Human life has no value to me.

Go ahead.

I mean, reduce the entire world's most complex situations into sweeping generalities.

As opposed to justifying everything in the name of national security?

I know the costs.

I see every horrible angle.

I just don't have the luxury of being an island like you do.

Well, maybe the world would be better off if your angles got the hell off of my island.

Because let's be clear, here.

You didn't pull me off of the job for the benefit of humankind.

This was about you.

You and-and your lifelong panic about... about...

Something happening to you?

Yes.

Yeah, I'll cop to that one.

Here.

It's a ticket to Ankara.

You leave first thing.

From there, a convoy will take you to Aleppo and you can go back to doing what you were doing.

A... A layover in London?

You-you couldn't resist, could you?

It's not for you.

It's for Annie.

(sighs)

(Elizabeth sighs)

That sounded like the opposite of fly fishing.

Can we talk about it later?

(sighs)

I'm sorry about Ivan.

Me, too.

Did he have something to do with your job?

The one we don't talk about?

(sighs heavily)

Sorry. I don't mean to push.

When you were an operative, how did you know when you were in too deep?

I didn't.

Not until it was too late.