03x05 - The French Revolution

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Previously on Madam Secretary...

Someone is stalking our kids.

(scream)

You live surrounded by security and yet they still can't find whoever's hacking our house and stalking our entire family?

Yes, I know.

What's an antiquities expert at a history museum doing selling stolen treasures?

We'll find an agent who can pass for her.

Set up a meeting to buy one of these statues and boom.

We have a direct line to Hizb Al-Shahid.

Henry: Cecile looks like our archaeologist.

This is Black Dog Station.

Who the hell just took our agent?

Henry: Come on.

It's been over an hour.

How long does it take to upload a damn video?

They have to stick to protocols getting back to the safe house.

Screw protocols!

Our asset has been abducted.

She could be in a hole someplace, getting interrogated by God knows who... or worse.

Wi-Fi is spotty in Corsica.

Cecile said the meet went fine.

She's green, but she's smart enough to know if she got made, right?

Or we made a mistake sending her in.

(computer dings)

Here it is.

Give us something.

There she is.

There!

The license plate.

It's pretty blurry.

Is that S-A?

2-T-1... R...

Three?

Or an eight.

I'll send it to Interpol both ways.

Can they not get bogged down in protocols?

This is hope.

Go home, buddy.

I'll give you a call if we get a hit.

No.

I'm gonna... look at the latest reports from our asset in Algeria.

Sounds like HS is bringing in new leadership.

Maybe that has something to do with them grabbing Cecile.

I'll get the takeout menus.

Good morning.

Alison: Do we have any cereal?

Come on, I made eggs.

I read Julia Child's entire chapter on eggs and I am telling you that these are very close to approximating something from that.

Dad puts, uh, green stuff in it.

Chives.

And shallots.

Scramble shaming?

Really? Wow.

Put that in your mouth.

Not bad.

So, Dad's just never coming back then?

Yes, I forgot to tell you that your father's taken the cutest little apartment in the Pentagon.

Mom.

Of course he's coming back.

There's just a lot going on at work.

There's a lot going on here, too.

Well, I-I know, Noodle.

That's why you have Andy and Duncan protecting you.

Yeah, the DS were protecting us when all the appliances went nuts.

Jason: Oh, yeah, so, Dad's supposed to quit his job 'cause you're freaked out?

Don't act like it's just me.

You sleep with a night-light.

I left my computer on when I fell asleep.

Every night?

A couple times, and you know what, this guy can k*ll us whether Dad's here or not.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's just take a breath, okay?

(sighs)

Noodle, you want to take the day and maybe stay home?

No.

Well... do you want to come to work with me?

Do you want her to cut your meat?

Jason.

Forget it.

I'll just power through, and develop an ulcer and later in life, I'll send you a bill for all my therapy.

Do you want to go to therapy?

(elevator bell dings)

Blake: Good morning, ma'am.

Russell Jackson's office needs your approval on this.

Coffee?

Café Au lait.

The White House barista has been practicing for the state dinner.

It's coffee with milk.

The French are picky and... easily insulted.

Were you up all night researching this?

You're welcome.

(elevator bell dings)

Good morning.

Good morning, ma'am.

The staff is ready to walk you through the schedule for the state visit.

The White House is very anxious that this week go smoothly.

Tensions with the new French president don't poll well for this administration.

Morning.

Morning.

But neither does looking soft.

Lèon Perrin shamelessly flogs French nationalism during their election.

He wins by the slimmest of margins, then immediately starts threatening to pull out of NATO.

So, to express our thanks, we're throwing him a nonstop four-day party.

Safe to say some spin will be required.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Nadine: So, tomorrow's event will celebrate the anniversary of the Battle of Yorktown.

That will happen at Moore House, which is where negotiations for British surrender began.

French Foreign Minister Jean-Claude Dubois will speak and then a descendant of the Marquis de Lafayette will introduce you, Madam Secretary.

Elizabeth: And my remarks will be rich with praise for everything French?

Rich and thick, like a fine Béarnaise.

Jackson: I need an update.

Good morning, Russell.

Yes.

Fine. Good morning.

State dinner, dîner d'Etat.

What's the latest?

I'm coordinating with the Office of the Chief of Protocol.

You should have the final menu and seating chart for approval this afternoon.

Katy Perry is confirmed?

Katy Perry is confirmed and seated on President Perrin's right side.

Excellent! It is vital to the future happiness of everyone in this room and your loved ones this dinner goes off without a hitch.

We'll leave it at that.

I am sure that President Perrin will be suitably impressed.

He's sitting next to Katy Perry... He'll be fine.

Nadine: Does this concern have to do with Julius Burton, Robert Scott and Kenneth Foley, whose names just suddenly appeared on the guest list?

The billionaires who withdrew their support when Dalton decided to run as an independent?

Jackson: Celebrity businessmen who are passionate Francophiles and have attended state dinners before.

They're back?

They're circling.

But this is not an attempt to woo them because that could be construed as mildly unethical, Russell.

Which is why that is not happening, Nadine.

Matt: The polls are tightening since the last debate, just to thrown in a crazy non sequitur that has nothing to do with billionaires showing up to the state dinner.

Look, every day we gain a little more traction.

In New York and Minnesota, it's practically a three-way tie.

But there are only a few weeks left.

If we're going to pull ahead, we need to seriously up our game. That takes money.

But... I digress.

Let's just make sure everyone at the dinner has a good time.

This might be an excellent opportunity for you and Julius Burton to put aside your differences in the interest of diplomacy.

And good times.

You... stay out of sight while the French are here.

Why?

The e-mail thing?

You referred to Minister Dubois as an empty crêpe.

In a private e-mail, which was illegally hacked over two years ago.

We apologized. It's forgotten.

Jackson: Really?

The French forget?

'Cause every representative they send over here still manages to bring up "freedom fries" at least once.

I'll lay low.

We can really win this thing.

God, I hate hope.

Interpol just ID'd our plate.

What did they get?

It belongs to a shell corporation called Quel beau Industries.

I don't remember that name being associated with any HS holdings.

That's because it's not.

It's a front for DGSE.

French Intelligence grabbed Cecile?

They must have been running their own op.

Probably tailing the antiquities broker Cecile was in negotiations with.

So, they grabbed her up to question her, not knowing she was an American asset.

She's okay. She's with friends.

Friends who just elected a right-wing president who's threatening to bail on NATO.

Things are pretty tense between the U.S. and France right now.

The spy code transcends politics.

Rob: Our support got Conrad elected four years ago.

Julius: Hell, we supported him four months ago before he got into bed with Elizabeth "Save The Planet" McCord and screwed himself with all of her "rising sea levels climate change" crap.

Where were you to talk him off the ledge?

Rob: And why should we bail him out now?

We didn't fly the coop on Dalton, Russell.

The party did.

Jackson: I hear you, guys.

And the president hears you; that's why I'm here.

But if you guys have no interest in coming back into the fold, why are you here?

Courtesy, Russell.

We're willing to hear you out.

Or maybe you saw the latest polls that shows Dalton surging.

I might've noticed.

Rob: Who knew the electorate still had an appetite for sane, steady leadership?

Three cheers for America.

But with three viable candidates in the race, none of them will reach 270.

Sending the election to the House.

Julius: Do you really think the majority will vote up Dalton ahead of their own party's candidate?

I wasn't sure until I saw Sam Evans get caught on video calling them the laziest Congress in history.

It's his 47% moment.

Rob: Evans is a hothead.

I don't love the idea of his sweaty finger on the button.

Julius: And Fred Reynolds' idea of a global economy is like that Stephen King novel about the dome, except it's over the whole damn country.

Come election day, Conrad Dalton is going to do what even Teddy Roosevelt couldn't.

He's going to win as an independent.

And when that historic day comes, believe me, gentlemen, you're going to want to be in his corner.

Except there's no corners in an Oval Office.

Jackson: And no fund-raising.

But if you want to get out your checkbooks here...

I'll talk to Dalton on Friday at the dinner.

I reserved a table next to his, for you and your wives.

Henry: I just can't believe that the French grabbed our agent the same way Conrad is trying to build bridges with the Perrin government.

Should make for a pretty awkward state dinner.

Your counterterrorism thing conflicting with my foreign policy thing...

What couple doesn't have to deal with that?

(chuckles) Right?

I think they'll have it worked out by then.

I guess we'll see if spy code really does transcend politics.

Let's just say I have availed myself of it more than once.

Not that I can discuss any of that with you.

(phone ringing)

You're very cute when you're covert.

Hello?

Okay, thanks. (hangs up phone)

It's Captain Baker.

Ronnie: I apologize for stopping in so late, sir, but I thought you'd want to be briefed ASAP.

You guessed right.

Hi.

So, what have you got?

As you know, Oliver Shaw and I have been coordinating with FBI Cyber Crime Division.

So, we've managed to isolate your hacker's digital signature and trace it back to an online payment system called BuckSend.

Now BuckSend is popular with the criminal underworld because it guarantees its users complete anonymity.

That would make it difficult to learn our hacker's real-world identity.

Correct, sir. But if I may speculate, the fact that he's on BuckSend indicates to me that he's probably a mercenary working for a third party.

So, the hacker is just a hired g*n of our actual stalker.

That's my educated guess.

But finding him would get us a step closer.

That's what we're working on now.

So, BuckSend's firewall normally is utterly impregnable.

But, we have developed a firewall-buster that's designed specifically to defeat their security and get a brief look at the other side, but only while a monetary transfer is in process.

How brief a look?

Approximately two seconds.

Well... nothing like a cushion.

Oh, no. Two seconds is two billion nanoseconds.

That's plenty of time.

What if our stalker is done paying our hacker?

That would render our trace useless.

(sighs)

Let's think positively.

Sure.

Let's hope that this guy pays his hired g*n to hack into our car and drive it into the Potomac or maybe pump some sarin gas through our ventilation system and then you'll have two seconds... sorry, two billion nanoseconds... to maybe get a name.

Perhaps I should have waited until I had even better news.

I'm sorry.

It's getting to us.

I... I-I really appreciate everything that you and Oliver are doing.

Well...

I'll let you get to sleep.

Right.

Right this way.

Elizabeth: Sorry to drag you in at the cr*ck of dawn, but I figure if I was lying in bed worrying, I might as well be sitting at my desk...

It's no problem.

I enjoy the traffic-free commute.

(short laugh)

Besides, you know, you're always saying that we should clean out my coat closet and make room for my winter looks, so...

Now we're talking.

(chuckles)

Blake.

Coming.

Yes, ma'am? What's wrong?

Call the FBI.

(indistinct conversations)

I have to consider it.

No. You are not going to quit.

He's telling me what it would take to make it all go away.

That's all I want, Henry... just for it to stop.

You cannot give in to people like this.

Why not?

To keep our family safe?

We're gonna catch this guy.

I promise.

My people are going over all the offices, and we're pulling surveillance from every camera in the building.

There are no cameras on this floor.

No, but he swiped a security card to get up here, and the number of individuals with that kind of clearance is extremely limited.

Ma'am, President Dalton has requested to see you and Dr. McCord. It's about Agent Cecile Zaman.

I just heard. How you holding up?

Well, it was a rough morning, but the FBI's confident they can catch the guy.

How was that breach even remotely possible?

The FBI's looking into it now.

And you guys have put all your cards on the table about who this could be?

I get paid to say the stuff no one else will.

It wasn't anyone we know, Russell.

Well, I hate to add to your troubles, but we have another situation.

Ephraim's negotiation with DGSE has hit a roadblock.

They refuse to release Agent Zaman.

On what grounds?

The French claim American intelligence rides roughshod over their authority, pulling ops behind their back.

A road that travels both ways.

Which they refuse to acknowledge.

Perrin's tough talk about French sovereignty officially permeated every corner of their government, including intelligence.

The DGSE is threatening to make a public example of our asset, blowing her cover and your mission.

Which would expose them as well.

Well, they say the broker they were tailing is a low-level HS operative.

They're willing to throw that little fish back in order to make a larger point about bullheaded American unilateralism.

And it couldn't have come at a worse time.

We're already taking fire from all sides on this NATO issue.

Conrad, listen, if the work I'm doing with Jose is causing you any problems, please...

Your work with Jose is vitally important to the safety of this country.

HS can't be allowed to get a foothold in Algeria.

If we don't stop the antiquities pipeline and cut off their cash flow, they will expand further into Africa.

Which has far worse consequences than one election or a cranky French president.

Cecile Zaman's release is our top priority.

Minister Dubois and I will be together at the Yorktown commemoration.

Maybe I can get through to him.

(man shouting orders)

Halt.

Elizabeth: When I was about six years old, my parents took me to Mount Vernon.

Man: Fire!

Elizabeth: Inside the main hall, I saw this heavy iron key inside an antique glass case, and my father explained that it was a key to a-a famous place in France, a place called the Bastille.

At the time that struck me as kind of weird.

I mean, what was George Washington doing with a prison key from across the Atlantic?

It was only later, when I studied the French Revolution, that I understood what it really meant.

The Frenchmen who fought and d*ed for this country did so because they knew that what happened in America, as Lafayette once said, was "closely tied to the good fortune of all humanity."

So today we pay tribute to the people of France, whose sacrifice ennobles us all.

Thank you.

(fife and drums play)

(indistinct conversations)

It's going well, ma'am.

Can you believe this guy?

Who's that?

Foreign Minister Dubois. Every time he sees me coming, he heads in the other direction. It's a classic negotiating tactic. The more I chase after him, the more control he has over the discussion.

Secretary Albright actually taught me that one.

I believe it was, uh, Wendy Rogers who taught me another classic negotiating tactic.

If a guy won't talk to you, send in a close companion to bridge the gap.

(song ends)

Wendy Rogers?

(applause)

The most popular girl in sixth grade.

Ah.

Formidable.

Jean-Claude, I'm so glad to see you.

Madam Secretary.

Listen, we need to speak about Cecile Zaman.

I'm afraid your agent must remain in custody, pending an investigation into her illegal activities on French soil.

Or... we could take a moment to tap into that spirit of cooperation that France and the U.S. have enjoyed for over two and a half centuries, and... just figure this out.

President Perrin feels that our financial and m*llitary obligations to NATO are egregiously high.

We pay nearly a ten percent share of NATO's total budget.

We'd like to lower it to five percent.

That's less than what Spain contributes.

Those are our terms.

I see.

Well, in that case, I'll have to take action I was hoping to avoid. Tonight... the U.S. Department of Justice will issue federal arrest warrants for Marie Jordain, Erik Pisier and Jacques Richard.

Those names mean nothing to me.

They're assets that you have embedded in various American companies, mostly technology and aerospace.

French spies... on American soil.

We let 'em hang out here because of the strong partnership that our countries share, but if you're telling me that the party is over, well, then I guess we'll just have to round up all of your assets and charge them with espionage.

Man: Madam Secretary.

(camera shutter clicking)

Smile.

(indistinct conversations)

Well, that was artless.

You strong-armed the French into releasing Cecile Zaman, and now President Perrin is holed up in his hotel room avec Le stomach flu.

He's sulking because I wouldn't let 'em shortchange NATO?

He's saying he won't be well enough to attend the dinner on Friday.

And you can't have a state dinner without a head of state.

We'll have to cancel.

Any hope of mending fences with France will have been shattered, and all the progress I've made with the donors will disappear.

We'll fix it.

You were supposed to fix it three hours ago! You made the situation worse!

Russell, pull yourself together.

Listen to me. Bess.

You're brilliant, and devoted, and a-and a damn good secretary of state, but when it comes to a life in politics, you're a neophyte.

It-It's something you're giving a whirl.

You-you can move on, unscathed.

But I don't have a plan B.

W-When I agreed to stay on with this campaign, I put my reputation on the line. I walked away from my party.

I destroyed relationships that took 20 years to cultivate.

I didn't just burn bridges behind me, I threw an... a hand grenade into the empty air of my future career path and it has obliterated everything.

If I'm going all-in... then so are you.

I'll fix it.

I promise.

What?! Speak.

Uh, ma'am, Agent Santangelo needs to see you and Dr. McCord right away.

It-it's about the stalker.

I'm gonna talk to the FBI, and then I'll deal with France.

Yeah.

Santangelo: The security card that was swiped to enter the seventh floor last night belonged to Diego Molina.

A janitorial technician with ZMG Industrial for the last eight years.

They're subcontracted by State to clean the offices.

I know Diego.

He comes in when I'm working late.

We talk about the kids.

Could someone else have used his card?

Surveillance cameras in the elevator caught him on the way up with a can of spray paint in his pocket.

He had to know he'd get caught.

Maybe he didn't care.

But why?

He fought to get his family out of El Salvador.

He's built a whole life here.

Why throw that away? I don't know, ma'am.

But El Salvador is where he's headed.

After he vandalized your office he drove to Reagan Airport and boarded a 10:00 a.m. flight.

But we caught a break.

Takeoff was delayed for three hours, so they're still in the air.

I have agents on the way to Ilopango International.

They'll arrest Molina as soon as he disembarks.

Obviously, he was working for someone.

But he should give that guy up when he hears what he's faced with.

What? Vandalism?

He had full access to the building.

He didn't break in.

And if there's a buffer between him and the stalker, he may not even know the source.

So, what?

You want us to just let him go?

Sort of.

Let him go through Customs, then quietly take him into custody.

That way, the actual stalker thinks Molina got away, and lets his guard down.

And then?

Elizabeth: Then, you'll make him our asset.

I got 20 texts from Russell since 6:00 a.m.

President Perrin has publicly announced that he is too sick to attend the state dinner.

And now Minister Dubois has taken ill with the same maladie.

My photo op at the Washington Monument's been canceled.

Why don't you call Dubois's bluff.

Despite all that posturing, you know he likes you.

Invite him out for a drink, just the two of you.

No cameras, no press.

What French guy doesn't like an expensive bottle of wine?

Or cognac.

Cognac, sure.

Hey, Noodle.

Sarah Watkins is having a bunch of people over at her dad's house this afternoon for a barbecue.

Well, as long as your homework's done, you can go.

Make sure that Duncan and Andy get a burger, will you?

Are you joking?

Mostly. But it would be nice.

Do you know how embarrassing it is to have bodyguards with me everywhere I go?

Honey, I know it's not fun, but it's not their fault.

Their job is to keep you safe.

Oh, like Mom's office?

That kind of safe?

This whole thing is a joke.

This guy can get to us anytime he wants.

And just so you know, having Duncan and Andy following me around... it doesn't make me feel safe.

It just reminds me that I'm not.

(sighs)

Henry.

I know.

I think I have a solution to our problem.

We can lift the ban on imported cheese.

Uh, there's a ban on imported cheese?

Not all of them.

But raw milk cheeses have relatively harmless levels of bacteria, and the FDA banned them pending further study.

Roquefort, Morbier and Tomme de Savoie... to name a few.

I like a Havarti party myself.

I just hung up with the FDA, and they've agreed to lift the ban this week.

Three months ahead of schedule.

Nadine: Really?

A full three months?

You're mocking.

They want to leave NATO, not get a head start on selling more cheese.

It's apples to oranges.

Or, really, more like warheads to active dairy cultures.

So my plan is...

Bit of an empty crêpe.

Henry: So they treated you well?

Cecile: Are you kidding?

The coffee was better than home.

And I'm pretty sure that the bedding had a higher thread count.

Don't get me started on the bread.

(chuckling): Well, if I'm ever abducted, I'll make sure it's by the French.

We're just glad you're okay.

So. We know that French agents debriefed you.

Yes. But honestly, there wasn't much to tell them.

The women that I met with were very circumspect.

They asked me a few questions to confirm my identity, then we got down to business.

Did you meet the broker?

No.

He was in another room.

They would send messages back to him.

But I heard the women refer to him as Bous.

Or Bouseed, maybe.

Bouseed.

I think, that they are hoping that Bouseed, or whomever he is, will lead them up the food chain.

Okay. Thanks.

We'll talk again in a few days.

Thanks, Cecile.

Get home safely.

Hmm... Bouseed.

Does that name ring a bell?

No. Should it?

That report I read the other night from our agent in Algeria.

Here it is.

"In the wake of Jibral Disah's death, local chatter suggests this growing HS faction is poised to name a new leader, Maaz Bousaid. He's an expert in religious artifacts. Has traditionally been on the business side of the organization, but he's not being groomed to take over militarily as well."

What are the odds it's not the same guy?

Zero.

But if they're listening to his phone calls, why don't they know he's getting promoted?

Maybe he's smart enough to know they're listening so the only thing he'll discuss is antiquities.

Or the French are being cagey.

The French were willing to blow up this whole operation by threatening to expose Cecile.

If DGSE knew what they had, they would never have allowed the bureaucrats to do that.

Given relations now, if we tell them the truth, they'll just cut and run with our Intel.

They won't get far.

France can tap Bousaid's phone, but they don't have the capabilities to track him remotely right now.

For that, they need us.

Of course, we need them to give us the phone Intel, so we can track him.

They got the chocolate, we got the peanut butter.

Recipe to catch t*rrorists.

Oh, look.

I got to go and meet Elizabeth at the FBI.

You'll give Ephraim a call?

Yep.

We'll figure out a way to get our allies to play nice with us.

Santangelo: Come on, Diego.

Did you really think it's no big deal to vandalize the Secretary of State's office?

I thought maybe it was just a prank.

You know, crazy powerful people.

So someone asked you to do it?

This guy on the Metro, on my way home from work Monday.

He must have been a pretty persuasive guy.

He offered me $500,000, cash.

I thought he was nuts, and then he hands me this knapsack with $10,000.

Said it was a down payment.

You know that kind of money... in El Salvador... My family...?

What did he look like, this guy?

He was wearing a hoodie, white guy, kinda skinny, tall, six-foot, or so.

I've never been in trouble before.

Well, you're in trouble now.

We make these stalking charges stick, you'll do 20 years, unless you keep cooperating.

How did he pay you the rest of the money?

It's all on my phone.

He told me to download this message program, and then when I was done, to send a picture back to him.

And then an hour later, there's $490,000 in an account on BuckSend.

So our stalker paid Molina the same way he paid our hacker.

It's an opening.

Ronnie: I've attached the firewall buster to Diego Molina's BuckSend account just like the one we have for the hacker's.

So what's our next step?

We bait the hook.

Henry: We're gonna use Molina's phone to take a photo of this burn bag of confidential documents, and send a message to the hacker from Molina, saying he photographed the contents when he was in Elizabeth's office.

If our stalker's interested in seeing the photos, he can send Molina another hundred grand to the same BuckSend account.

We don't think he'll be able to resist.

And I'll be here to follow the money back to our bad guy.

It's an excellent plan.

It might be a long wait.

I can send an agent over in a few hours to spell you, Captain.

No need, sir.

I'll be waiting here when he answers.

(door closes)

Blake: Ma'am.

Ephraim Ware is on the phone. He says it's about...

France. Yeah.

France.

♪

(footsteps approaching)

Madam Secretary.

Minister Dubois. I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me.

I'm feeling much better.

(whispering): Well enough for a sip of cognac?

1788 Clos Du Griffier.

(chuckles)

The same provenance as the bottle that you brought on your last visit.

In fact...

(whispering): it's the same bottle.

No, really?

(chuckling): First time I've ever partaken of a diplomatic gift.

Couldn't stand to see this waste away in our gift room.

Oh, such sound judgment, Madam Secretary.

(chuckles)

I remember you always loved this view.

Yes. Yours is a beautiful city Designed by a Frenchman, of course.

A French born American.

Pierre Charles L'Enfant eventually changed his name to Peter and lived out his days in Maryland.

Where he d*ed in poverty, forgotten by his adopted land.

To the Treaty of Paris, which ended the American Revolutionary w*r, and ushered in a new age of peace and free trade among our nations.

Your policy expert called me an empty crêpe.

That was regrettable.

And I apologize again on his behalf.

Let's not keep going over the past.

As I said over the phone, I want the U.S. and France to have better relations moving forward.

Which is why I am here.

We have a way to strike a significant blow to Hizb Al-Shahid in Algeria.

But we need your help.

All we ask is that you are open and transparent with us.

To that end... we would like to extend an invitation to France to become a member of the Five Eyes coalition, joining with the U.S., Britain, Australia, Canada and New Zealand, in sharing all foreign intelligence.

Secretary McCord, this is a very generous offer.

One we don't make lightly.

And there's a condition.

If we agree to join forces, then France must maintain its position in NATO.

This is one of the oldest, most hard-won alliances in the world.

Think of the sacrifices that France has made to become a part of it.

It would be a mistake of historic proportions to let it fall apart.

I will convince President Perrin to accept this.

When he's feeling better.

To his health.

(clinks)

Now we need to talk about Maaz Bousaid.

Henry: ISR and the French DGSE have confirmed that Bousaid and his entourage have arrived at the compound just outside Tinzaouten.

We think it's a fatwa council.

Jose: HS is officially putting him in charge of the Algerian caliphate, and the top guys are all there.

We've identified lieutenants from Syria, Libya and Iraq.

Sounds like we made up with the French just in time.

It's a t*rror1st jamboree.

It's our chance to strike a deadly blow at their leadership.

We'd cr*pple their entire network.

Well, a joint French and American team is spinning up in Morocco.

Or we can have a drone there in 20 minutes.

What about the artifacts?

We believe they're being held in the warehouse right behind building number one.

These pieces are incredibly delicate.

E-Even the reverberation from a drone strike could damage them.

And I know that that alone is not reason enough to put our special forces in harm's way.

But if we could capture some of these high level HS guys, their computers, their phones...

It's a trove of intelligence and assets.

Has a recon team scoped out the site?

Yes, sir. The French will set up a cordon and blocking positions.

Then our guys will hit the objective from the east and the west.

And Algerian President Cherat has already agreed to coordinate with our people.

Let's do it.

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

Left clear.

Right clear. Room one clear.

Man: Nine enemies KIA.

3 more captured.

Copy.

Engaging room two.

Five Tangos on the stairwell.

Fire left!

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

Enemy down.

Grenade! Get down.

Everybody down!

(static crackles)

Come on, come on.

Team leader: I need a sitrep!

We take any casualties, Captain?

Over.

Negative, Admiral.

We're all here.

Securing computers, files, all electronics.

Parker: Copy that.

Send in the birds and trucks, Captain.

You've also got a lot of old statues in there that need transport.

Copy, Admiral.

Out.

Well done, everyone.

(light whooping)

How 'bout that, huh?

You didn't even get sh*t this time.

(indistinct chatter)

Congratulations.

Thanks. That was big.

Yeah.

And I got the go-ahead to offer the artifacts to the French for safekeeping.

Well, that should make the French happy.

I just got off the phone with President Perrin.

He graciously accepted and then made it sound like a burden.

Well, he has been struggling with that stomach flu.

Surprisingly enough, he's feeling better and he's optimistic that he's gonna make the state dinner.

Mm-hmm.

Ma'am, Dr. McCord.

Uh, Captain Baker's trace paid off.

The FBI is about to arrest your stalker.

Okay.

His apartment's just around this corner.

Let's hope he's not ahead of us.

FBI! FBI!

FBI!

Ron Janeway, we have a warrant for your arrest!

Clear!

Where the hell is he?

Damn it.

Suspect hiding in his bedroom.

We got him.

Is that him?

That's him.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

It's over.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. You understand?

Julius.

Elizabeth?

This is my husband, Henry. Hey, Luce.

Madam Secretary. You guys look great.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

Thanks, Lucy.

Well, we should be in for a wonderful evening.

I certainly hope so.

Are-are you waiting to see Dalton?

Well, I wanted a little talk before the dinner, but he got tied up on the phone. They told me to wait.

I hope we get a chance to chat. I know that we've had our differences in the past, but I just want you to know that I only want what's best for this country.

As do I.

But I need to think about what's best for my family.

Recently, I've had to consider stepping down from my position.

Really? Why?

(sighs)

We tried to keep it quiet, but Elizabeth... our family has a stalker.

Incredible.

I guess this-this sort of thing can happen when you're in the public eye.

An unstable person targets you for some unknown reason.

I imagine it's quite unsettling.

Terrifying, actually.

Yes. Well, I'm sorry for your troubles.

And I hope you catch him soon.

Oh, no, they already caught him.

Oh.

Well, that must be a great weight off. What happened?

Started out by hacking into our son's computer.

That was part of a sweeping campaign to spy on a number of political targets, just in case they weren't in line with his agenda.

He turned up the heat when he thought that I was influencing the president, specifically getting him to adopt foreign policy positions that ran counter to his business interests on climate change and rising sea levels, building bases overseas, which, in turn, would thr*aten his no-bid contracts with the Defense Department. - Madam Secretary, this is all sounding a bit delusional and paranoid.

Why, Julius?

'Cause it sounds like I'm talking about you?

Wouldn't that be incredible?

I'm not saying you did the hacking. I'm saying that you gave it to a guy on your executive staff, Ron Janeway, who you thought would take a b*llet for you if he got caught.

But, well, not so much.

Someone at your level trying to terrorize the secretary of state into quitting her job.

This is insane.

If I wanted Dalton to fire the secretary of state, I would tell him to.

My support would be conditional.

You tried that, and it didn't work.

Loyalty is a tough thing to predict in this town.

Who do you think you're talking to?

Presidents come and go, my friends.

Policies are enacted and overturned every day.

But it is men like me, men with the vision and, yes, the capital, to put that vision into action, who really run this country. Dalton understands that, which is why he's been chasing after me like a lost schoolboy.

He can't win this election without me.

So if you really care for this man and his future and his legacy, you'll let this go.

Julius.

Everything all right?

Conrad, I was just coming by before dinner to tell you that I am back in your camp.

Julius, I'm touched.

But now the situation is no longer that simple.

Mrs. McCord has been making some pretty outrageous accusations about my character.

And while I hate to do it, I'm afraid I have to withhold my support until this situation gets taken care of once and for all.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But in that case, let's deal with this right now.

Julius, have you met the attorney general?

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(indistinct chatter)

Daisy: Whew, okay, so, let's see, we busted a stalker, we rescued some priceless artifacts, took the fight to HS and saved Algeria, and we held together our most vital m*llitary alliance.

All without offending the French.

Well, the night is young.

That's true.

Jay has Minister Dubois cornered over there.

Think he's trying to do penance for that empty crêpe remark.

Should we intervene?

Not yet.

Henry: The other donors don't seem too upset that their friend's not here.

Elizabeth: Are you kidding? They hate each other.

(Henry chuckles)

They each upped their contribution when they knew Burton had dropped out.

(chuckles)

Russell is hitting that pâté really hard.

I think his wife must have left.

Well, at least he's smiling.

And he's... sort of a normal color again.

Hey, honestly, was there a split second when you thought he might try to cover up the Burton thing?

No.

It was a full second.

(chuckles)

People coming through for you... never gets old.

Wow.

I just realized this is the first time in a long time we don't have to be afraid to go home.

You're right.

We should celebrate.

What do you want to do?

Go home.

Let's go.

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