02x10 - The Greater Good

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02x10 - The Greater Good

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(helicopter blades whirring)

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

(gasps)

(gasping)

(knocking)

Engaging target.

f*ring.

We just took down a Russian MiG, Mr. President.

Safe to say we are engaged in a sh**ting w*r with Russia.

We're enforcing a no-fly zone.

We just took down two more MiGs, sir.

I think our message is being received.

No doubt.

This is turning into a rout, Mr. President.

(explosions continue)

Shall I reach out to the Russian foreign minister and see if maybe they're ready to talk it over?

Not yet.

We have the Russians' battle plans. I assume the Ukrainians have already been briefed, General Kohl.

Yes, sir.

Their forces are spread over Luhansk, Kharkiv, and Mariupol, the three Ukrainian cities listed in the Russian order of battle as prospective first-strike targets in a ground offensive.

With American advisors and equipment embedded in their ranks.

If Maria Ostrov wants to escalate, it sounds like we're ready.

(f*ring, explosions continue)

(all speaking Russian)

♪ ♪

(hip-hop music playing in distance)

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Goodwin, this is Arkady from the Russian Fur Exchange.

Good to hear from you.

We have your second order shipping in 24 hours.

Any special instructions?

Monday delivery.

Thank you.

You need to get me out of Russia. Please.

Please.

I hear you, Arkady. I should go.

Please! Get me out...

Get me out of Russia. Just get me out.

Hey, hey, listen to me.

I'm taking care of it.

Now hang up the damn phone.

(door opens)

So?

Well, just briefed the DNI.

Good, now you need to brief the president.

Well, Director Ware's already on his way to the Oval Office. And Dmitri is an incredible asset.

Yeah, we need to talk about exfiltrating him, because once the Russians are ambushed I hear you, yeah. - ...at Mariupol, they will know there's a mole in their upper ranks, and then...

Yes.

It won't be long before they...

Henry, Henry, I agree with you.

My next stop is CIA.

Director Ware already approved the exfiltration.

I... Clock's ticking, I got to go.

(indistinct conversations)

What have you got, Ephraim?

HUMINT says the Russians are planning a massive as*ault on Mariupol, one of the three cities on their list of contingencies.

What exactly is the source of this intelligence, Director Ware?

It's from our asset inside Maria Ostrov's inner circle.

I think at this point we can share with the secretary that this asset is being handled by her husband.

Never a dull moment.

Dalton: How confident are Dr. McCord and DIA in this asset?

Ware: Highly, sir.

Good.

Recommend moving all nonessential resources from Kharkiv and Luhansk to Mariupol as quickly as possible.

Yes, sir.

Ephraim, could you wait a minute?

Of course.

As you'd expect, our NATO allies are eager for us to end this conflict before it expands.

Yes. Chancellor Schulz is at the top of my call sheet.

Europe's concern is understandable.

Russia's still withholding oil and gas, wreaking havoc on their infrastructure.

So let's propose a cease-fire before hundreds of Ukrainian and Russian soldiers die at Mariupol.

That's on Maria Ostrov.

I'm not going to appease her, Bess.

What kind of message would that send?

That we want to tamp down hostilities, put this genie back in the bottle. I...

Let's give Ostrov a way out.

Why should we?

We have the strategic advantage here.

And we're going to take it.

But let's not forget how we got here.

We cyber-att*cked Moscow.

So what would you propose?

Unprovoked.

Telling the world that Bozek duped us into attacking the Russians...

I'm just saying it's in the mix. so we would get behind Ukraine?

It complicates the situation.

I can't live in complications.

The world doesn't know any of that.

All they know is that the U.S. is standing up to Russian aggression.

Which is a righteous cause, no matter the warped path that brought us here. - Well, righteous that may be, but after Mariupol, Maria Ostrov may send in a million troops that will overrun Ukrainian and U.S. forces, and no amount of Intel will stop her then.

I understand your position, Bess.

But no talk of a cease-fire.

Are we clear?

Yes, sir.

Uh, in the meantime, I-I would like to see the profiling that CIA has on Maria Ostrov.

How much have we got, Ephraim?

Mrs. Ostrov's a newbie on the world scene.

Not a whole lot.

This is exactly my point.

But I was there when she made a play for power.

She does not strike me as someone to be trifled with.

Due respect, I saw the video.

So she gave a good speech.

Intelligence is of the opinion that Maria Ostrov is a puppet of the Russian generals.

A popular prop with the right last name.

With no political or m*llitary background and very little formal education.

As far as we're concerned, she's a former beauty queen who married up.

That's all right.

I'd still like to get into it.

Give the Secretary of State whatever she wants, Ephraim.

Of course, Mr. President.

Great, thanks.

♪ I feel the night explode ♪
♪ When we're together ♪

This is the woman who's starting World w*r III?

Looks like she had a little work done between Teen Miss Volgograd and Miss Moscow.

Nose job. Breast augmentation.

You nervous about saying breasts or just objectifying women?

Hey, she's the one chopping up her body and putting herself into beauty pageants.

If you're trying to land a major world leader, you better to work it.

I disagree.

I think Pavel Ostrov would have done anything she told him to. Nose job, boob job or not.

The woman did seize the throne of one of the most powerful nations on the planet.

Without breaking a sweat.

♪ Tell it from the stars ♪
♪ Tell it to my heart ♪

So what else do we have on her?

Like Director Ware said, not much.

It really looks like she married up and never looked back.

That's not helpful.

Her family's working class from Volgograd.

Father worked in a sawmill.

Yet at 19 she moved into a pretty sweet apartment in Moscow.

Yeah, but she was a beauty queen and working as a model. I mean, what's so strange about that?

Modeling locally in Moscow couldn't cover her rent, let alone lifestyle.

Okay?

Nadine: Did she have a boyfriend?

Jay: Can't find anything.

She was first lady for six years. If she did, it would have come out.

Unless she didn't want it to.

Or she had a sugar daddy.

Someone paid for that surgery, yet there's no record of it.

Again, meaning she didn't want there to be one.

This is all mildly interesting, but I don't see how it helps our situation.

Elizabeth: I don't either.

But events can easily spin out of control.

If there is something that we can use to leverage this woman, I want it. Short of that, I want to understand her better.

Unfortunately, all her financial documents going back to that time are through numbered Swiss bank accounts.

Well, that's pretty sophisticated for a simple girl from Volgograd.

Yeah. But good luck getting anything out of the Swiss.

That is so weird that you would just say that.

You're making it my job to get something out of the Swiss?

Find a way.

(grunting)

Oh. Did you strain your back?

Ah, of course.

Well, now it is officially Christmas season.

Yeah, if we make it to Christmas.

A little dramatic there, dude.

There are memes all over BuzzFeed about Russia going nuclear over Ukraine.

Yeah, I saw one with Maria Ostrov sh**ting nuclear missiles out of her eyes at Mom and President Dalton.

Henry: Well, that's subtle.

They're saying that this our generation's Cuban m*ssile Crisis.

Yeah, and that turned out fine.

Okay, listen, guys. I know it's scary.

But there are a lot of good people, including Mom, who are working really hard to make sure we get to celebrate plenty more Christmases. That said...

Listen, do not decorate this tree until Mom gets home.

Boo! - (phone chimes)

If we want to avoid World w*r III here.

Hmm.

Boo.

Okay?

Hmm. Not sure if this is good or terrifying.

Jason: What?

It's a news alert.

It's about a battle that happened in some Ukrainian city... Marr... upol.

What about it?

Says "Ukraine, aided by American advisors, overwhelmed the Russian forces and b*at them back in a decisive blow to Russia."

Boom.

Um, oh, you know what? I have a faculty meeting.

I got to go.

At 9:00 at night?

See you guys later.

Yeah, we're a freak show.

Hey, hi.

Hey, babe.

Hey, have you heard about Mariupol?

Yeah. It's a big win for Ukraine. And us.

Thanks to your asset.

You...

I was finally officially read in.

Then you know he's pretty much blown.

You haven't gotten him out?

No, I...

Go.

Go, go, go.

Okay.

Oh, wait, take this, take this, take this, it's freezing out there.

Good night.

Hey, g*ng.

Hi. - Hey.

Wow, look at that.

Hey, at least we know the secretary of state thinks the world is safe enough to leave work.

Jason: Okay.

On that note, I'm gonna go play Call of Duty.

Wha...

That's a great way to take your mind off w*r.

Mom, Does Dad have a secret job or something?

What? No.

You people are the worst liars.

Oh, I...

I-I just...

I just want to decorate the tree.

I know. String popcorn?

Yes.

Yeah.

So why aren't you running away from me like the rest of the family?

Well, um...

I met a guy.

Really?

Yes.

Do tell.

(chuckles)

Just one date, settle down.

But we are in negotiations for the second.

I'm gonna need a little more than that. (chuckles)

Okay. Um...

His name is Jareth, and he's auditing my psych class, but he is a graduate student doing applied physics.

He's a total brainiac.

He's British.

And he's nice. He's got big eyes and a really cute butt. He's tall...

DA.

(protesting in Russian)

(shouting continues in distance)

(door shuts)

Henry: Hey.

I just got off the phone with Dmitri Petrov.

He'd like to know why we're hanging him out to dry.

And so would I.

The situation has changed.

(scoffs) You said that the DNI signed off on the exfiltration and you were coordinating with CIA.

Why would that change?

Things are fluid.

In case you haven't noticed, we're in a w*r.

I noticed that we crushed the Russians at Mariupol based on the intelligence that Dmitri provided.

I know.

You know? Do you also know Maria Ostrov arrested her own assistant for it?

Because it's only a matter of time before they figure out that he's the wrong guy and they come after Dmitri.

So I really don't care what's changed.

We need to get him out of there now.

(car door shuts)

(engine starts)

Unfortunately, we don't have the resources in place to do that.

Okay.

We are the most powerful nation this world has ever known.

We can't get this kid on a plane?

The Pentagon has pulled most of our assets in country.

Until the situation improves, I'm afraid Dmitri is caught behind enemy lines.

Get him to our embassy in Moscow or to a safe house.

We must have someone that can pick him up.

Send me in, for God's sake.

But don't let this kid who's done everything we've asked of him die for no reason.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

Are you really? Because it's starting to seem like that was part of the plan all along.

When we first met, I told you that Intelligence was a vast network.

You're at the bottom of that flowchart.

Now it's your duty to stand down.

(engine starts)

Sounds like your boss and President Dalton have gotten themselves into quite a contretemps with Russia.

That's one way of looking at it, Mr. Ambassador.

Another is that we're staring down the barrel of a nuclear w*r.

I speak for all of Switzerland in saying that I sincerely hope we can avoid that.

Of course. But, unfortunately, bare-knuckled diplomacy and a lot of dead soldiers are most likely going to decide this one.

What do you want?

Belrose Banc Suisse has Maria Ostrov's entire financial history going back 20 years.

In private, numbered accounts.

We'd like all of it.

Switzerland has cooperated with the U.S. when asked about the financial records of American citizens.

But for a foreign national, a head of state, no less?

I know it's a big ask.

It's impossible.

I also know you'd like a Winter Olympics in Gstaad.

My government's support would go a long way toward sticking that landing.

A lovely offer.

But the Federal Council will laugh in my face.

We will not participate in such improprieties.

Impropr... Really?

Hey, we're not done.

I know historically your little mountain fiefdom has managed to stay neutral in the middle of every European conflict.

Two world wars, Fascists, Nazis.

That worked out great for you.

With millions of people from other countries dying for your freedom.

But, see, now, now there are B-2 bombers, EMP strikes, ICBMs with nuclear payloads!

(speaks French)

This time, the chaos is taking you down, too.

So if preventing World w*r III doesn't motivate you, how about a little naked self-interest?!

(elevator dings)

Ma'am.

I know. I know. Every NATO ally is gunning for a cease-fire.

They're calling me at home.

How do they even get that number?

This isn't about the cease-fire.

Oh, crap. That thing.

It's Maria Ostrov. Five minutes ago.

Maria: America claims Russia hacked President Dalton's Air Force One plane.

But, really, it was the United States and Ukraine colluding together.

These devious nations created a fake hack story as a pretense for America's imperialist aggression and to keep ethnic Russians in Eastern Ukraine imprisoned by the criminal Bozek administration.

I challenge the warmonger President Dalton to deny it.

Russia will not be intimidated...

That's enough. I get the gist.

How do you want to respond?

By resigning and crawling under a rock.

But since that's not an option, let's do a full staff meeting now.

Before I get summoned by our warmongering president.

Jay's still meeting with the Swiss ambassador.

Jay. Jay.

Mr. Ambassador. Bonjour.

Madam Secretary, your policy man needs a lesson in diplomacy.

Jay's very passionate. If it makes any difference, he yells at me, too.

But here's the thing.

Events are unfolding quickly, and we need every advantage we can get. Specifically, Maria Ostrov's bank records.

You might have noticed we're pretty good at hacking, though I'm not admitting anything about what happened in Moscow. But we're gonna get those records one way or the other. And given the state of the world right now, I think you want to stay on our good side.

So you tell that to your Federal Council.

Thanks so much for coming in.

I'd say pardon my French, but...

Things just got real complicated, and I have to go listen to the president freak out right now.

So you just keep the heat on the Swiss, okay?

Oui, oui.

Madam Secretary...

White House.

Now. Way ahead of you.

And I'm obsolete.

How the hell did Russia find out that Ukraine was involved in the Air Force One hack?

Do we have a leaker, Director Ware?

We're investigating, sir, though it could've come from the Ukrainians.

Well, as much as I would love to put someone in front of a f*ring squad for this, the real question is, where do we go from here?

Our official response is to deflect any questions and say that any pertinent information remains classified.

So, basically, an admission that it's all true.

Thanks, Ephraim.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Madam Secretary.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

I need some air.
I'm guessing our allies aren't even pretending to support us on this anymore.

We can't continue fighting if we look like the aggressor.

You want to signal we're open to peace talks.

The French, Germans, the British, and just about every other NATO ally is pushing hard for a summit in Geneva.

From a position of weakness.

I'm not so sure that's true.

My read: Maria Ostrov got frustrated on the b*ttlefield, so she made a lateral move and she hit us on the diplomatic front.

You think she's ready to deal.

I think every minute she doesn't order an all-out as*ault and flatten every inch of Eastern and Western Ukraine is reason for encouragement.

Okay.

If the Russians agree, we'll go to the table.

Drag the Ukrainians with us.

Yeah.

...chronological order.

Elizabeth.

That's it. Thanks.

Okay.

Hey. I was in the middle of planning a peace summit when you called.

This won't take long.

So much for the victory lap about getting the Russians to come along.

And if you say that's my job, I'm gonna punch you in the nose.

You get 'em to sign the damn treaty, I'll do pirouettes.

Madam Secretary, I believe you're acquainted with Dr. Henry McCord.

Hi, babe.

Hi. Yeah, we've met once or twice.

And this is Jane Fellows, his, uh, handler with DIA.

His handler. Of course.

Madam Secretary.

I'm glad to see you don't know who I am.

We actually prefer it that way.

Oh. Uh... so why do I need to know you now?

I understand that Mr. Jackson and the president recently read you into your husband's work with us handling Captain Dmitri Petrov.

Hell of an asset.

Whose time is quickly running out.

We couldn't exfiltrate him from Moscow, but we caught a break.

Petrov will be accompanying General Doroshevich to your peace talks in Geneva.

Sounds like a friendlier environment to bring him in.

What do you need from me?

Just take your husband to Geneva with you.

He's the only American Petrov trusts.

So Henry's cover will be as arm candy?

Well, look at the guy.

I can be there to pick up Petrov personally.

Easy as that.

You seem pretty comfortable with all this spy stuff.

I married one.

I'm glad you're getting your guy out.

Me, too. I-I find the whole "not getting personally invested" thing challenging.

I know.

It's one of the many things I love about you, Dr. Henry McCord.

That and your total arm-candy-ness.

(door shuts)

Want to make out in the rose garden?

Maybe I can score a key to the Lincoln Bedroom.

Oh, yeah. Mmm.

(phone vibrates)

Oh. - Oh.

Henry: Okay.

Rain check?

Rain check.

So, what?

You found corruption in Maria Ostrov's financial records?

Nope.

Better.

Okay, you guys are kind of freaking me out with the "cat that ate the canary" looks. What's...

What's better than corruption?

Try murdering Russia's beloved president.

m*rder? A-As in...

(chuckles) m*rder?

Pavel Ostrov had an embolism.

He did.

Okay. Let's hear it, Columbo.

Meet Dr. Yakov Maklovsky.

Maria Ostrov's plastic surgeon.

Daisy: As far as we can tell, he was her sponsor when she started out as a beauty queen.

We think that he gave her the rhinoplasty and the... boob augmentation.

Blake: Which is probably how they met.

He also built his practice on the open secret that he helped turn her into Miss Russia.

The trail of wire transfers that Maria made to the guy extends over the next 20 years.

For nips, tucks, Botox.

Okay. Get-get to the m*rder part.

Two months ago, Maria makes a million dollar "donation" to Maklovsky's clinic. A week later, Pavel Ostrov goes missing.

But he wasn't really missing.

Right. DIA uncovered that he was getting a tummy tuck in a Moscow hospital.

That same Intel reveals that his surgeon was none other than Dr. Maklovsky.

Uh, interesting but that's a pretty tenuous connection.

Well, does it make it a little less tenuous if the day after Ostrov d*ed Maria transferred another million dollars into Maklovsky's account?

A little. That's a lot of rubles.

Well, it would be very nice to get this...

Maklovsky in a room, huh?

That's gonna be hard.

Daisy: He's dead.

k*lled in a violent mugging in Moscow one week after Pavel Ostrov d*ed.

Okay, but wait a second.

We still don't have anything that directly connects Maria or Maklovsky...

Except this.

DIA's source in the hospital was able to get us a list of every prescription that Maklovsky wrote during that two-week period, including one for Progestafil.

A rarely used, injectable, blood coagulant.

NIH said that in extreme doses, it could cause an embolism in someone who recently had surgery.

Official reports say Mr. Ostrov d*ed in his sleep.

Meaning, if we're right, it's probable that the death blow was delivered by Maria Ostrov.

Elizabeth: So,

Maria Ostrov wants to get rid of her husband so that she can take over the Russian presidency.

And she uses Pavel's surgery as an opportunity to enlist her old doctor friend to set things up so that her husband appears to die of post-surgical complications.

And then she pays the good doctor two million dollars for his troubles.

And Maria could easily have had her g*ons take the good doctor out, leaving no one left alive who knows what she did.

Pavel Ostrov was the Ronald Reagan of recent Russian history.

He was their most popular leader of the last, oh, 50 years, so...

If it ever got out that Maria k*lled him, she'd be done.

The problem is... it's all circumstantial.

All right, see if you can get your hands on Pavel Ostrov's autopsy.

If we want to stick it to Maria Ostrov in Geneva, we're gonna need proof.

(siren blaring, indistinct chatter)

Elizabeth: Oh, you got to be kidding me.

President Bozek sent Foreign Minister Melnik to represent Ukraine in his place.


At his country's most consequential moment, Bozek bails.

Just like he did from his damn plane.

Maybe he's scared we'll ship him to The Hague.

Well, he should be.

Let's just hope that Melnik and the Ukrainians are ready to play ball.

Don't worry about it.

I'll bash a bat over his head if I have to.

(camera shutter clicking)

(train brakes creaking, train rattling on tracks)

Fellows: You make contact with Dmitri?

Henry: Yup.

Hell of a lot easier than Moscow.

Called his hotel room.

He's waiting for instructions.

Good.

We sit tight till the talks are over, and then, it's a simple extraction.

He reiterated that he wants me there at the pickup.

Oh, as long as you're still okay with that.

Just tell me where and when.

We've chosen the corner of Rue Agasse and Avenue des Jardins.

It's quiet, residential.

Standard procedure is...

(speaking French)

There'll be a three-minute window.

If for any reason, he's not there, we abort.

But I'm not foreseeing any problems.

Good.

Listen... about going over your head.

(laughs)

I-I-I wouldn't...

Oh, you mean, to the, uh, president of the United States, your old friend?

Look, if you want to get into it, that wasn't just going over my head.

That was pole vaulting the entire chain of command.

I'm sorry if that made things difficult for you.

Don't expect a Christmas card from my supervisors, but... I get it.

(sighs)

Look, just about everyone in this line of work is crystal clear about their patriotism.

At the expense of their humanity sometimes.

And I'd put myself at the front of that class.

You're different.

I'm not sure if that's a compliment.

Your conscience may not make you the ideal spy, but it certainly makes you a better person.

Let's not breathe too easy yet. Uh, I'll let you know when we have the green light.

Dalton: I hear our Ukrainian friends needed a little hand holding.

Let's just say we took a stroll through all the possible outcomes for their country if they didn't agree to our terms.

Nothing like the thr*at of annihilation to make people choose wisely.

Unfortunately, CIA and NSA were unable to find proof that Maria k*lled Ostrov.

It's still a compelling circumstantial case.

Not without the smoking g*n.

Shame.

Foreign Minister Melnik, I'm glad Ukraine and the United States were able to see eye to eye.

I prefer eye for an eye.

But, yes, we'll sign away half our beloved country.

Secretary McCord was quite persuasive.

Good.

Jay: Eastern Ukraine will become an autonomous state with its borders along the north of the Black Sea, from Luhansk to Odessa Oblast.

A puppet of Russia.

An end to all United States economic sanctions on the Russian government as well as on individual Russians.

An end to all travel bans, except those on the United States t*rror1st Watch List.

Russia agrees to restore gas and oil supplies to all European Union countries, effective immediately and without interruption for a minimum of 15 years.

And that's everything.

President Ostrova, I think it's fair to say that each side has made painful compromises here.

Now the United States and Ukraine are ready to sign this agreement.

Russia has one more requirement.

President Ostrova, the United States stands firmly behind these terms.

All I require is truth.

President Dalton, you must admit to the world that the United States att*cked Moscow's power grid without provocation.

And apologize.

You know that's never going to happen.

The world's only superpower prostrates itself to no country.

Now let's sign this deal, and end the aggression.

I can get everything I want with aggression, including all of Ukraine.

Or you can apologize.

It's up to you.

Melnik: This is what happens when you try to make a deal with the devil.

Dalton: Enough.

I'd like the room.

So President Ostrova and I can talk.

Yes, let's talk, President Dalton.

Elizabeth, please stay.

Might be a long flight home.

I think that Afghanistan and Chechnya are still fresh on the minds of your people, President Ostrova.

You underestimate their desire for peace.

You underestimate Russian pride.

After what we all know you did to Moscow, my people are not afraid of you.

Apologize, or no deal.

I don't take orders from you.

Is okay.

I can go buy new watch on Rue Du Rhone today.

Good afternoon.

You will sign this deal, or my government will bury you and your reputation.

What is this?

A thr*at?

One you would be wise to heed.

We know you m*rder*d your husband.

We uncovered your relationship with Dr. Yakov Maklovsky.

We know that he performed your husband's stomach surgery, and that his embolism was induced by an injection of Progestafil.

We know about your two-million-dollar payments to Maklovsky.

And we know that you had him k*lled to cover your tracks.

This is ridiculous.

And we have proof.

Dalton: You got where you are by riding your husband's popularity.

What will happen when the Russian people find out that you are guilty of murdering their hero?

Elizabeth: What will your generals do?

Your Chief of the General Staff Doroshevich was your husband's biggest loyalist.

You'll never survive it politically.

Or... you may simply not survive it.

Like my friend Anton Gorev.

Even if what you say is true, I cannot go back to my generals and tell them I took this deal without anything in return.

They know I am willing to have w*r.

Doroshevich wants w*r.

It is impossible.

You need to find a way to make it possible.

There may be one.

We know that you have a spy in my inner circle.

If you tell us who that is, I can take that to the generals, and we will have a deal.

You've got it wrong.

But even if you were right, the United States would never be seen to give up our own asset.

So we would each hold the other's secret.

I will never say publicly that you agreed to it.

Just like you will never say what you think I did to Pavel.

Mutually-assured destruction.

Yes, like our Cold w*r.

It will never happen.

Then I will send my entire army into Ukraine.

And no matter how many you send to die, nothing will stop us.

Do you really want to test the full force of our m*llitary?

Because it hasn't gone well for you so far.

My generals want this fight.

And we do not place the same restrictions on our army as you do.

You mean a nuclear response?

Do you really want to test this?

Conrad?

We can't do this.

We can not do this.

She could be bluffing?

You want to bet a few hundred thousand lives on that?

You're right.

Or millions?

Because that's what we're talking about here.

(quietly): I think that we should consider apologizing.

(whispering): Roll over for Maria Ostrov in front of the world?

I think it's an option.

It would be the single greatest blow to American prestige since Iraq. It would weaken us, all while exposing our classified cyber program.

You built your career operating in the fog of w*r.

At CIA, you made nothing but hard choices about greater good versus individual harm.

Obviously, you're thinking of Henry and his relationship with the asset.

I'm sorry about that.

But I have to put national security first, and I need my Secretary of State in lockstep.

(sighs)

30 seconds. Come on, Hank.

We're good. It's just right around this corner.

(phone buzzing)

Hello?

There he is.

Copy that. Abort.

Abort. Abort.

What? No.

What? No. Stop the van.

Can't stop the van.

Stop the damn van!

Stand down. Stand down.

Who the hell are those guys?!

I don't know.

Are they ours?

I don't know.

Who are those guys? Are they Russians?!

Did you just give him up?

Calm down. You are...

Did we give him up?! What is going on?

No idea.

I need to know what the hell is going on!

(tires squealing)

Babe? Oh, thank God you're here. Listen, they aborted Dmitri's extraction at the last second, and I think the Russians got him.

Jane won't tell me anything, but I am sure that we can still bring him in.

He's got to be in the city, so, I need you to call the Swiss to ground all Russian planes...

Henry.

...till we can get into it with the president. Come on.

I know there's a call that you can make.

He's an American asset, and he got made somehow.

Or we got cold feet. Anyway, we can't just give up on him.

We've got to put up a fight.

You know something.

What is it?

It was part of the negotiation.

What?

Dmitri was...?

No, no, no.

That... You...

We would never negotiate away one of our own assets.

That's not... that's not possible.

Please tell me that's not possible.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Did Conrad approve this?

Why couldn't you talk him out of it?

He's an old spy, for God's sake.

Why...? How could he do this?

Please tell me you didn't agree to this, Elizabeth.

We had to think of the greater good.

You know what they'll do to him.

I'm sorry.

No.

There's got to be another way.

I'm gonna go talk to Conrad myself.

(band plays upbeat, lively tune)

Elizabeth.

Mr. President.

How's Henry holding up?

Um, he took a commercial flight back.

He made his feelings known to me last night.

I'm sorry, sir.

That couldn't have been fun.

You will both regret this.

Well, at least they're consistent.

I do not disagree with a single thing that Henry said.

If you had told me ten years ago that I would have made that call...

Some partners in peace.

Sir, I just need to make a quick phone call if that's all right?

I'll catch up.

Of course.

Hi. You've reached Henry McCord. Please leave me a message.

(bleep) Hey, baby. It's me.

Just checking in again. I left you a message.

Call me, please?

I love you.

I love you.

(whooshing, expl*si*n)
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