03x22 - Revelation

[bunniefuu]

Dr. Zanner.

Our partners would like
an update on your progress.

See for yourselves.

% k*ll rate within two weeks.

(speaking Arabic)

Makes Ebola look like
the common cold, huh?

The virus is airborne, friends.

NADINE: And preparations

continue for the G
Conference on Banking Secrecy.

We leave for Rome the day
after tomorrow, ma'am.

Ah, Roma, city of carbs.

Have to admit, I've been dreaming

about the stracci for the past week.

And a deal with Russia on...
tax avoidance.

So, where are we on that?

Sadly, still in the Gulag.

President Salnikov is making noises

about rejecting the entire
framework agreement outright.

The fact is,

Russia welcomes the money
American billionaires hide

in dummy Russian corporations.

But frankly,
plenty of Russian oligarchs

do the same thing here in the U.S.

So they're willing
to look the other way

when t*rrorists hide their money,

as long as the billionaires are happy.

With the rhetoric coming
out of the Kremlin,

the gaggle wants to know
if it's Cold w*r . .

ELIZABETH: Oh, come on, we're
not even close to a cold w*r.

A little chilly, maybe.

Ma'am, you're needed
in the White House.

All right, find out
what Salnikov wants.

Two hours ago,
Jordanian West Bank border.

This vehicle way back in the line,

that's Reverend Andrew Slattery.

We believe that the two
men on either side are

Dr. Bill Zanner and Lance Abbot.

Our missing doomsday cult members.

We identified the two men in front

as Al-Qaeda-in-Syria lieutenants.

I take it

this isn't a cross-cultural
exchange program.

Confirms our theory that
the VFF and Al-Qaeda

are working together.

And now they're inside Israel.

Not necessarily.

Based on our warnings,

IDF had beefed up security
on all border checkpoints.

Moments after this

was taken, they turned
around, bugged out.

Our best guess is that
they'll make another run

at getting into Israel
through a smuggling tunnel.

Okay. Doesn't Israel know the location

- of those tunnels?
- Not all of them.

But the Palestinians do.

We can ask,

but I doubt the Palestinian Authority

wants to give up its only
real strategic advantage

to Israel.

What else, Ephraim?

I'd like to send a joint
CIA-FBI task force to Jerusalem

to liaise with Mossad,

so we can work shared
Intel in real time.

Just Agent Maloof and Dr. McCord

- and a support team.
- Excuse me?

I-I mean, I'm-I'm... sorry.
Did you know about this?

Yeah.

Huh.

It just came up this morning.

Well, as much

as I'd like to see where...

this goes, if nobody
has anything else...

ELIZABETH: It's not that...

You ambushed me.

(sighs) I would have told you,
but we were a little busy

trying to prevent a bio-terror att*ck.

If only there were some
method of communication

where you could send messages
almost instantaneously.

I'm sorry you felt ambushed.

I'm sorry that I called you out

in front of the leader
of the free world.

I just find it surprising that a guy

who was sh*t multiple
times not two months ago

and is still on crutches
is going to oversee

a field op halfway around the world.

Babe. I've been on point
with the VFF mission

since the beginning...
are you really that surprised?

Okay, okay, it's not that
you're going, it's that you

- didn't tell me.
- No, it's that I'm going.

- Are you really gonna push me on this?
- I'm sorry you felt ambushed.

Elizabeth. We have the Israeli
and Palestinian leaders

- on the line.
- Okay.

Am I at least gonna see you at home?

Yeah. We're not leaving till tonight.

I'd say "break a leg," Henry, but...

Seriously, good luck.

SAYEDD: We will share information
with your government,

President Dalton, but not with Israel.

That won't work, President Sayedd.

Mossad has to run point on this.

AARONSON:
You really think we don't know

about your smuggling tunnels, Bassam?

SAYEDD: If we had such tunnels,

they would be to bring vital supplies

that your government deprives us.

- Nonsense. They are to att*ck us.
- To defend ourselves!

Gentlemen, you've seen
our intelligence briefs.

There are only a few hundred
people on the planet

with the expertise
to whip up a superbug

that can k*ll millions.

Dr. Zanner is one of them.

ELIZABETH: We're not
going to achieve peace

in the Middle East today.

But if you don't cooperate on this...

it might not matter.

ELIZABETH: They both called

for emergency sessions
of their governments,

and now suddenly everyone's on board.

Well, there's nothing like the power

of the mutually-assured-
destruction card.

- (sighs)
- Babe,

I'm gonna be fine.

Yeah, so said the man flying
straight into said destruction.

Okay, let's talk about
how you got the Israelis

and the Palestinians to work together.

- Let's focus on that.
- That is pretty cool.

- It's so cool.
- It was very cool.

STEVIE: Hey, um...

what'd you guys want to
talk to me about? I can...

Oh, no, no. Yeah.

- I...
- Okay,

so look, um, Mom has to go

- to this G thing in Rome...
- Mm-hmm.

...and I just found out
that I've got to go

to a conference in London, so...

we were wondering if you could, uh,

take over for the next week

and sort of run the show
with your brother and sister?

Oh. Yeah. Sure, no problem.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, your work
is really important

and I'm very happy to help, so...

Cool. Thanks, honey.

Okay. Great.

Well, that was easy.

Yeah. Maybe a little too easy.

We just asked her to spend
the week as a single mother,

and she just... accepted.

She doesn't have any plans?
She's -years-old.

What, she and Jareth don't have a life?

They don't live together.
You ever wonder about that?

Maybe she's just a really great kid

who wants to help her parents out.

Or maybe she's a
mustang and we broke her.

And way ahead of schedule.

No, I'm serious.

I had to grow up way too soon,
and it was no fun.

And it did serious damage

to my relationship
with my little brother.

You and Will are fine
and this has nothing to do

with what you guys went through.

I know.

I just don't want to clip her wings.

(phone vibrates)

I got to go.

Wish I could clip your wings.

(man speaking Arabic
over walkie-talkie)

What is it?

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

The Americans must have
followed you here.

Now, the Israelis

are waiting outside.

There has to be another way,
another tunnel.

Or maybe through Egypt.

WARE: Reverend Slattery survived.

He's in surgery

at Yad la Chole hospital in Jerusalem.

Any sign of the drone or bio-w*apon?

No, sir.

But the tunnel was being entered
by IDF on the West Bank side

right about the time they were sh*t.

So, Al-Qaeda got wind and
bailed on the joint att*ck.

That's our operating theory.

So, we have doomsday weapons in
the hands of hardened t*rrorists

with unknown intentions

and not a single clue
on their whereabouts.

Is there a more optimistic slant,

or is that about the size of it?

Well, our team
just arrived in Jerusalem.

Dr. McCord and Agent Maloof

will be working directly with Mossad.

♪

JACKSON: Bess, I hear
our little intel-sharing op

- with the Israelis has borne fruit.
- Yeah.

I trust your marriage will survive it.

- I mean it.
- I believe you.

Listen, if you're still up for it,

I'd love for you to do what you can

to get Stevie off the wait list

and over the finish
line at Harvard Law.

What happened to withdrawing
from the b*ttlefield?

Well, I realized that going
to school in another state

would be good for her.

You know, help her sort of
break out on her own,

- find her own... thing.
- Okay.

The muzzle was starting to chafe.

Thanks. Listen, if
we could just keep it

between the two of us,
I think that'd be...

Kind of ironic, asking me
to secretly pull strings

to help make your
daughter more independent.

Wo... (sighs)

HENRY: We found Al-Qaeda SIGINT

in Mossad's most recent intercepts

referring to a lab
in Deir ez-Zor, Syria.

With mentions of medical equipment

used to create a virus

and human trials
on captured Syrian soldiers.

Very Mengele-esque.

Deir ez-Zor is in the
middle of the country,

in Al-Qaeda-held territory.

Still, we recommend an op.

It could provide a trove
of intelligence.

DALTON: Trouble is,
we're on the rebel side

of a civil w*r in Syria.

It's one thing to fight Al-Qaeda,

but we'd have to get past
government forces, too.

Well, I can reach out to Avdonin,

see if the Russians are
ready to pave the way

- with the Syrian government.
- Hold our noses

at Russia's human rights
abuses in Syria.

Well, how interested
are we in that lab?

The Russians would
insist on making this

a joint operation, wouldn't they?

That's my expectation.

Well, who knows?

Maybe making nice with Russia and Syria

could light the path

to an agreement in Rome.

My doctor says optimism
lowers blood pressure.

Make the call, Bess.

(knocking on door)

Hi.

Hearing rumors about
m*llitary operations

in the Middle East.

Are you?

(chuckles) Just wondering if the
secretary's still planning on

going to the banking
conference in Rome.

Yeah, because... conflict
in one area of the world

always derails us from our plans

in a completely different area

- of the world.
- Right. Never mind.

Is there something
you'd like to discuss?

No. No.

I mean, I'm not thrilled at the idea

of seeing all my former colleagues

from Baldwin and Wilder
suck up even more profit

under the guise of helping
to defund terrorism, but...

other than that, no.
No, no concern at all.

- Oh, right.
- (sighs)

You started in finance.

Yeah. One year.

One year as an analyst is all it took

for me to realize it wasn't for me,

and to haunt me for
the rest of my days.

So, you have anxiety about
running into old colleagues?

Not unless you count waking up
at : a.m. in a cold sweat

from stress nightmares
that I'm back there

and all the doors are
locked and I'm naked,

but, well, not really.

(laughs)

I don't know why it's
bothering me so much.

I mean, sure,
I went into public service,

and they all stayed
and got filthy rich, but...

Is that what you wanted for yourself?

No.

Maybe.

No. It's just that they're all so...

(groans) insanely competitive,

and they're gonna think
of me as a failure.

I know. You think I'm
insanely competitive, too.

I think you have

an admirable drive for excellence.

Oh. God, I'm just as bad as they are.

I knew it. I have to
go back to my desk.

- Yes, you do.
- I've got a million...

I-I'm so busy.

(dog barking)

(helicopter whirring)

_

_

(soldier speaking Russian)

- The area is secure.
- Head for the lab.

- Let's go!
- Let's go!

What's the sitrep, Admiral?

Alpha One on-site. LZ clear.

Making nice with the Russians paid off.

Clear! Let's go!

Let's go. Six minutes
to evac! Let's go.

We're in the right place.

Any vials of anything, take 'em.

SOLDIER: Check the other one.

(expl*si*n)

- (a*t*matic g*nf*re)
- DALTON: What the hell?

Hostiles on a rooftop up the street.

(shouting)

SEAL COMMANDER:
Coord Delta . , . .

Returning volley and
calling in an air strike.

(m*ssile incoming)

What the hell just happened?

b*mb guidance malfunction.
We hit the Russian position.

Oh, my God.

JACKSON: Al-Qaeda
posted it two hours ago.

It's already been
picked up by thousands

of Russian Web sites.

The narrator is saying

that we deliberately
att*cked Russian soldiers.

I'm guessing my formal
apology to Russia

isn't getting as much play.

Avdonin isn't returning my calls.

We leave for G tonight.

- Anything on the pathogen?
- (sighs)

Dr. Warner brightened my day with word

that preliminary analysis has it

at Ebola lethality, but airborne,

making it far more transmissible.

Excuse me, sir.
Director Ware and Oliver Shaw.

DALTON: Welcome back, Oliver.

Uh, thank you, Mr. President.

It turns out Silicon Valley
didn't have the excitement

of a weaponized drone thr*at.

Not that I'm enjoying this.

What's the latest?

Yes. Captain Baker and
I developed an exploit

to control the drone remotely,

but we need to be
within the signal radius

of the drone's transceiver,
which is about miles.

We just completed a search
of Israel and its border areas.

It's not there.

So, Al-Qaeda's regrouping,

preparing to make another run at it?

Or they picked a new target.

I'm leaning toward option two.

Interpol got a hit on
one of the fingerprints

dusted in the Syrian lab.

An Al-Qaeda foot soldier

who was confronted by the
local authorities in Istanbul

- this morning.
- Okay, now we're talking.

We gonna get a cr*ck at him?

He's dead. Resisted arrest.

But they found ,
Euros in his suitcase.

So they're planning
something in an EU country?

Well, that narrows it down.

To a continent.

On the Jerusalem front,

looks like Reverend
Slattery is gonna make it.

Dr. McCord and Agent Maloof will
interview him when he comes to.

Adele, get me President Hoffmeier

or any member of the European
Council who's available, now.

You, my office.

You are having lunch tomorrow

with Tony Angilillo, Harvard
Law's admissions director.

Uh, yeah, I-I know who that is.

Um, I thought...
I thought I told you...

Yeah, to stand down.

What can I say? I'm a giver.

How can... how can you even

remotely care about
my law school prospects

with everything going on?

That is an excellent question,
Stephanie McCord.

Actually reminds me of a conversation

I had with my mother
during Nixon's final days

when it looked like all hope was lost

for our shining democracy.

I asked her, "Why should I
give a crap about anything

when everything seems so bleak?"

And she said, "Don't worry.
It's never as bad as you think?"

Oh, no, she said,
"It's always much worse

than you can imagine."

But, that we might just
get out of it one day.

And if we did, I wouldn't get back

all the time I'd
squandered not giving a crap.

And that is the day I learned
how to compartmentalize.

I have President Hoffmeier.

Put her through.
You want to go to Harvard Law?

- Of course.
- So take the meeting.

Be smart and respectful.
Make something of yourself.

President Hoffmeier.

Yeah, I'm afraid I have,
uh, some troubling news

regarding a biological w*apon.

MO: More Intel from
Al-Qaeda-in-Syria suggests

target of att*ck will be
"Rayiys alkuffar."

Head of the infidels.

Head of the infidels.

(monitor beeping)

Reverend Slattery, my name
is Henry, this is Mo.

We'd like to talk with
you for a minute.

You a Muslim?

Yes, I am.

Get the hell out.

Well, that's an interesting reaction,

especially considering you were willing

to partner with Al-Qaeda-in-Syria.

I was doing God's will, that's all.

HENRY: You know, I envy you.

I don't think I've ever felt
that, faith without doubt.

What's that like?

You don't have the light,
I can't explain it to you,

I'll pray for you, brother.

You know... (clears throat)

I spoke with your predecessor,
Reverend Finch,

at the Covenant of John
compound in Bolivia

a couple of years ago.

He had that same certainty.

This is from that day, after the raid.

The poison worked quickly.

people took their lives.

As was foretold,
the six-eyed beast did rise.

And what about the Al-Qaeda members

who gunned down your brothers?

Was that a different beast?

No. That was...

The Antichrist comes in
the perfect appearance

of righteousness.

Is it possible you were
fooled by the Antichrist?

Was Reverend Finch fooled by me?

Was I the Antichrist?

Could there be two? A dozen?

In the Book of Revelation...

I know what it says.

Everything's happening
according to God's plan.

Your doctor said

that the b*llet that
blew through your chest

missed your heart by a millimeter.

I believe God's grace
can be one millimeter wide.

And I think you were saved to
bring salvation to the world.

You, Andrew.

And now, the righteous
arrows of your group...

the drone, the dreadful disease
you planned to unleash...

all of it has been
taken by the Antichrist,

and it's up to you to stop them.

You, Andrew, only you, can be
the instrument of His peace.

Only you can save
millions of His faithful.

(monitor beeping)

Reverend?

Rev? (sighs)

You had me going.

(church bells tolling)

(chattering in Russian)

Any, uh, word back
from Avdonin's office?

Still radio silence, ma'am.

Well, I'm sure it won't be awkward

when we run into each other
at the chocolate fountain.

Got to love Rome.

Ooh. I'm... think I'm gonna be sick.

What? Make way for the pregnant lady.

Permesso!

The secretary and Jay are off
meeting with the governor

of the Saudi Arabian
Monetary Authority,

so, Daisy is, um...

Puking her guts out in the ladies?

Strong start.

Blake Moran. Get out.

Trevor, what are you doing here?

Oh, B&W's giving a few, uh,
banking privacy presentations.

- Oh.
- It's on the official agenda.

Yeah, I must've missed that.

Well, uh, are you gonna
introduce me to your friends?

Sorry. Uh, this is Nadine Tolliver,

Secretary McCord's chief of staff.

How do you do?

BLAKE: And Matt Mahoney,

head speechwriter.

- Hey, man.
- Nice to meet you.

BLAKE: Trevor Kingston.

Uh, Trevor and I worked together

at Baldwin and Wilder
right out of college.

More like pillaged together.

And you left a lot of
money on the table.

Well, got to hang on to my soul.

Oh, gosh, I didn't realize I lost mine.

I guess I was too busy
driving the engine

of the American economy. (chuckles)

Well, and I was too busy
bolstering global democracy

so you'd have stable
markets to exploit.

As the secretary of state's assistant.

Actually, Trevor,
Blake is the executive assistant

to the secretary of state.

He's her point man.

Well, I guess you could say

he's the, uh, gatekeeper
for American diplomacy.

My bad. (chuckles)

It's great to see you, man.

And-and lovely to meet you both.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Handsome really does come with
its own free pass, doesn't it?

(scoffs)

Thanks.

(speaking Arabic)

(phone rings)

Their eyes light up when
you rock the Arabic, ma'am.

Well, too bad I don't speak Russian.

I'll reach out to them again.
Do svidanya.

(laughs)

Hi, sweetie.

STEVIE: Hey, Mom.
Uh, sorry to bother you,

but I'm just curious
if you have any idea

why Russell Jackson is suddenly back

to knocking heads at Harvard?

He's knocking heads, huh?

That's not a rhetorical
stalling tactic, is it?

Excuse me?

Oh, my God, Mom.

You put him up to it, didn't you?

You're a wild mustang.

What?

You-you should be free and fly and...

I'm Pegasus?

So I'm a flying horse?

Is that actually your excuse
for meddling in my life?

I just want you to be happy.

I... (sighs)

I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't
have gone behind your back,

and I shouldn't meddle in your life.

And... I'll work on it.

(sighs) Please do.

How are your charges?

Um, well, I've managed
to contain the chaos

to dirty dishes and
unmonitored social media.

Hey, I'm, uh,

thinking of staying home
from school, so...

(scoffs) Yeah, if you can walk
and talk, you're going.

(laughs): Oh... well done.

That was good. That was really good.

Deprogramming a cult member

requires exposing him to
flaws in the cult's pedagogy

and, ultimately, the leader himself.

Yeah, but Slattery is the leader.

And he's too arrogant to admit

any of his shortcomings in his beliefs.

He was willing to send Ian
to be a su1c1de bomber,

but I doubt he'd sacrifice himself.

Like bin Laden holed up in a cave

while sending his minions to die.

It's all about self-preservation.

(phone rings)

- Hello?
- MS. MORALES: Hello. Stephanie McCord?

Uh, yes, this is she.

This is Ms. Morales,
Monroe High's nurse.

Jason complained of
stomach pain and then...

- I puked in gym class!
- Did you get that?

Uh, yeah, loud and clear.
But he's okay?

Well, he has a mild fever

and due to the location
of the abdominal pain,

I can't rule out appendicitis,
so we'll have to take him

to St. Lucius and get a CT scan.

And if the scan shows
that it's appendicitis?

He'll need emergency surgery.

Oh. Wow.

JASON: Hey!

If I don't make it,
clear my search history.

(sighs)

Sh...

(groans)

Reverend, I never should
have doubted your beliefs.

Clearly, they're strong.

I'm but a vessel of the Lord.
He is my strength.

Well, you're gonna need all of
His strength where you're going.

ADX Florence, Colorado Supermax.

hours a day in a by seven cell.

The only way out is in a box.

That's in the Lord's hands.

Well, more like the Justice Department.

But if you work with us,
we can recommend a Club Fed.

Minimum security,

but you have to start talking now.

When they spoke among themselves,

it was mostly in Arabic.

But sometimes they'd
speak in broken English.

What did they say?

Right before we went into the tunnel,

Ramjin told Hamid something
about a fee for a room.

Like a hotel room?

That's all I heard.

"Fee for room."

I don't think they're
speaking in broken English.

What do you mean?

"Room" in Arabic is "Rome."

"Fee" is "in."

Fee Ar-Room,

it means "in Rome."

(door opens)

Are we in touch with
Italian Armed Forces?

We're establishing a link with
Defense Minister Bellucci now.

Any sign of the drone?

It was just spotted
over Ferentino, miles

southeast of us, heading
for Municipio VII.

It's a straight sh*t to Vatican City.

Ever since its inception,

Al-Qaeda's been trying to
even the score for the Crusades.

They're after the Pope?

Head of the infidels.

AIDE: We have the Sit Room,
Mr. President.

Oliver,

now that we know where the drone is,

- can't you take control of it?
- An F-

should have the transmitter
in range in just a minute, sir.

That's cutting it a little close.

We have Minister Bellucci.

Mr. President,
our jets are almost in position

to sh**t down the drone.

ELIZABETH: Minister Bellucci,

it's Elizabeth McCord here.

We have reason to believe

that there could be a biological w*apon

on the drone; if you hit it
over a populated area,

you run the risk of causing a pandemic.

We're very close to being able
to take control of the drone,

- Minister.
- We cannot wait much longer.

Oliver?

Trying to engage now, sir.

One minute till contact

with the Vatican.

(typing rapidly)

We are out of time, President Dalton.

Engaged! I have control of the drone.

We have control of the drone.

_

_

It's a miss. They were able to abort.

I don't have control
of the landing mechanism,

so it'll have to be a managed
crash away from the city.

We will coordinate containment

with your Biological Response Force.

STEVIE: I told the school

not to bother you. He's fine.

I got the update on the way over here.

- Hey. I'm on with Dad.
- Hey.

Hey, Dad.

He looks okay. How you doing?

I got a thumbs-up.

Uh, they did a CT scan
and ruled out appendicitis.

He wants to talk to you.

Hey.

It was, uh, much ado about barfing.

Oh, my God.

What's with the bombing? Is Mom okay?

It was a minor incident
just outside Rome.

How do you even know about it?
It's breaking news right now.

Because I work for the government.

Everyone there is fine.

You talked to Mom?

I was just about to call her.

I'll conference her in. Hang on.

He said she's fine.

ELIZABETH: Hey, Stevie,
I was just about to call you.

I got the message about Jason.

I told them not to call you guys.

He's fine. It was a...
it was a false alarm.

Um, what is this
about a-a t*rror1st att*ck?

Dad's on the line,

- by the way.
- HENRY: Hi, babe.

Oh, hey. Party line.

How's, uh... how's London?

Surprisingly sunny.

STEVIE: Guys,

headline.

ELIZABETH: Oh, nothing. It was a...

thwarted attempt at some
kind of drone att*ck.

But, come on, I am dying to hear.

The Harvard meeting, how did it go?

Yeah, I had to skip it

so that I could get to the hospital.

Oh, Stevie, I'm...

(sighs) I'm so sorry.

We should've been there.
We should've been there.

- Mm.
- HENRY: Can we just focus

on the fact that Rome is not burning,

Jason is fine, and our daughter
is an incredibly good person?

Fine.

Dork.

Any inside word on
the next drone att*ck?

(sighs) I think we're safe
for the moment.

He'll have a Manhattan.

Bulleit if you have it,
Maker's if you don't.

BARTENDER: Yes, sir. Right away.

See? You can be nice.

I figure you haven't changed,
why should your drink?

- Well, I could say the same.
- (chuckles)

You're still in the closet, I see.

- Wow.
- (chuckles)

No "how you been, how's the family?"

How's the family and...

why so reluctant to introduce
me to your coworkers?

My mom is exactly the same,
my sister has two kids,

and I don't need to
explain to my coworkers

that we...

dated for a few months seven years ago.

"A few months"?

Eight or nine months.

So, what about your sister's kids?

Mia and Teddy.

Straight out of a Pottery Barn
catalog. You'd love 'em.

Do they know about Uncle Blake
and his special friends?

What? Come on. We're catching up.

(sighs) My family knows me
and understands me.

At work, I choose to be more private.

Is that okay with you?

If you're happy, I'm happy.

- Well, good. Thank you.
- Thanks.

Then again, it's not
like you're working

with a bunch of h*m*
frat boys anymore,

so I don't really get why you
can't just own that you're gay.

Oh, Blake, you're not
still on that bi thing.

It's not a thing I'm on.

It's who I am.

Fine, fine. I'm not an econ wonk.

I just have an ass tattoo
of Alan Greenspan.

That. That.
That is why I don't tell people.

It leads to these inane discussions

about the-the current
acceptable terminology.

And it's none of your business.

So what happens when they find out?

You quit and run away again?

Oh, you're living your perfect life?

How's that music program
for inner city kids going?

Damn it.

- No, that was good.
- I'm sorry.

You got good aim.

I'm not done getting where I'm going.

It's a journey.

Isn't that what you used to say?

Oh... oh, I hope not.

- That-that sounds really trite.
- (chuckles)

I just want you to be happy.

And I want people to really know you.

I'm lucky I got to.

Seems like there
aren't very many of us.

See? You can be nice.

I'm glad to see you're doing well.

Take care of yourself, bro.

"Bro"?

- I know. Ugh.
- Don't use "bro."

- I know. I tried it. I just...
- Never.

- I hate it.
- Don't ever say that.

When in Rome, right?

DALTON: This week was marred

by the loss of
brave Russian soldiers.

I have expressed my deepest
sympathy to our Russian friends,

but also my profound gratitude.

Because the intelligence
gathered on that very mission

helped prevent what might have
been a devastating att*ck

right here in Rome.

Think about that.

Russians and Americans working together

in Syria, to stop an att*ck in Italy.

As if we need any more evidence

that the world is too
dangerous to go it alone.

Tonight,

we remember the fallen,

while staying focused
on thwarting t*rrorists

using any means possible.

Here's to our success.

Even Salnikov raised his glass.

You are good, sir.

DALTON: I worked with two speechwriters

and practiced in front
of a mirror for an hour.

Mr. President, ma'am.

We just got word from our
Biological Response Force.

They didn't find any virus

at the drone crash site.

It wasn't armed with a bio-w*apon?

It was a head fake.

"Head of the infidels."

It's you, sir...

and the other leaders.

We have to evacuate now.

BODYGUARD: This way.

ELIZABETH: Where's the team?

JAY: Everybody out.

Wait, wait, wait.

Tell security that this bio-w*apon

could be aerosolized, but in any case,

they have to shut down
the HVAC system, okay?

Okay.

And then, Jay,

- get the hell out.
- Yes, ma'am.

(man speaking Italian)

(speaks Italian)

_

_

(blade stabs)

(drill whirs)

(drilling continues)

(gas hisses)

_

_

_

_

(coughs)

(doorbell rings)

Hi. Um, is my mom okay?

I just talked to her,
like, an hour ago.

Yeah, she's fine.

The only casualties were
the two Al-Qaeda militants

who released the pathogen.

Got sick themselves,

which is poetic justice
if ever I've heard it.

(sighing): Okay. Then, um...

to what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm taking you to breakfast.

Are you promoting me?

(chuckles) No, better.

I was able to reschedule
a meeting with Angilillo,

and this time I'm personally
making sure you get there.

It's in minutes, downtown.

Wow.

Did you not hear me say minutes?

Sorry. No, Th... yeah. That's very,

just really nice of you.

Um, I mean, even if my mother
tiger-mom'd you into it.

Well, this time it's
not for your mother.

You've proven yourself

to have more character and integrity

than % of the pampered,
gelatinous blue bloods

who skulk through the
halls of Harvard Law.

So... go get ready.

I'll be in the car.

You know what?

I, um, just realized something.

(chuckles) Uh...

I don't want to go.

Why the hell not?

I mean, um, I don't
want to go to Harvard,

or any law school.

I just, it's... if I go,

I'm gonna be ditching the opportunity

to-to help my family while Mom is still

one of the most powerful
people on the planet,

and Dad is working the w*r College

and doing all this other secrety stuff

that I know he does and...

they need me.

And at-at the risk
of being presumptuous,

I think you need me.

Yeah, that's presumptuous.

Okay. Well, I mean,
maybe then, I need you,

or, um...

I need to be doing work
that matters today.

Law school can wait.

- (sighs)
- I mean, service

is-is the family business,

kind of, I guess.

And, um...

I'm happy where I am.

And you just realized all this?

Uh...

(sighs)

McCords.

(door closes)

Well, I guess that's
the end of the movie.

(chuckles) We had front row seats

to all the ugliness done

in the name of our religions.

So, that was fun.

Look, for what it's worth,

I struggle with my faith, too.

I constantly want
to feel closer to God.

I feel like it's right there,

but there's a barrier.

Maybe it's everything
we face with our work

making me doubt, making me angry,

but I still think I'll get there.

Tomorrow, next week.

But the years keep going by.

Maybe that feeling, that yearning,

maybe that's all there is.

Maybe that's enough.

Maybe.

Pleasure.

So long, Mo.

Thanks for dropping
me off first, ma'am.

It's totally unnecessary.

No problem, dude. It was on the way.

I still can't really
pull off "dude," can I?

No, ma'am.

I'm gonna work on it.

I'm sure you'll get there.

Good night, Madam Secretary.

Good night.

Ma'am, I'm bi.

Yeah. Bye. I'll see you in the morning.

Wait.

Ma'am.

- (knocking on window)
- Ma'am?

Ma'am.

What? Did you forget something?

No, I'm bi, ma'am.

Bisexual.

I know. You're probably like,

"What? Why is he telling me this now?"

And I can't say for certain, um,

but it definitely has to
do with an old boyfriend

who can be kind of a jerk,
but makes good points.

One of them is about

what I always considered
my right to privacy,

which, of course, I still believe in.

It's in the Constitution,
for God's sake.

But, um, I realize now
my right to privacy

is different than me
choosing to be private

and really has more to
do with trusting people

with my private business,
which is hard for me,

because I've experienced
a lot of weird bi-phobia

from everyone... I mean,
straight people, gay people.

Not that I think that you're bi-phobic

or h*m* or phobic about anything.

It's just, I've gotten used to
keeping people at arm's length,

because, uh, (sighs) I'm not dumb.

I know people are confused by me,

or-or curious, and that's fine.

I've just, I've never
felt the obligation

to satisfy anyone's curiosity

by posting pictures of
me with a boyfriend

or a girlfriend on social media,
like every other millennial.

And I always justified
that by thinking,

"What does it matter about me?"
I mean, there's so many

more important things
going on in the world,

like what just happened in Rome.

I mean, who cares about my sexuality?

But I realize now it's
m-maybe kind of the opposite.

That if I can't be honest
with people about who I am,

then how can I ever have
an honest experience with them?

Sorry. I really hope I'm not
crossing the line right now.

It's just, I couldn't wait
another minute,

because I just, I respect
you and I like you so much.

And I think that we know
each other pretty well,

and I'd like to think that
you kind of like me, too.

And if I can't be open
with you about this,

then how is any of that even true?

That's all. (chuckles)

Good night.

(Blake sighs)

Good night, Blake.