Lily and Miles, carrots and broccoli! How great is that?
- Brocky's yucky, Daddy. - What? No, no, no.
- Brocky's awesome! - Where are the hot dogs?
That is a great question, Lily. Where is the?
Oh! The hot dog?
(GASPS) How did you make that happen?
What about you, Miles? Is there something there?
- When did your ears get so hungry? - How did you do that?
Come on. Hey. Right.
- LILY: Let's eat. - AIDEN: What do we have to do first?
- CHILDREN: Prayer. - AIDEN: Yes.
- Who's gonna say the blessing? - (GASPS) I will!
ON COMPUTER: OK, let's go.
Father, in the name of Jesus, we pray for this...
- Amen. - Amen. Amen.
- AIDEN: Amen, let's eat. - MILES: Amen, let's eat!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
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WOMAN: What about your old CIA friend you mentioned last week?
I believe we're calling her Jane.
ELIZABETH: Nothing's changed.
There's a negotiation to bring her into custody that's ongoing, so...
You wanna know how I feel about it. (CHUCKLES)
Hmm. Only six sessions in, I'm already a broken record and a cliché.
Shouldn't we be talking about my PTSD triggers?
Mostly, overwhelming loss.
I think I mentioned that we started at the company the same week.
Over 20 years ago.
She's family. Or was.
I just can't believe I missed it.
Uh, you mean her betrayal?
My job is to understand people.
Judge what they're capable of.
My old job. Part of it.
- So, you let yourself down? - And my country.
Have you thought about what you would say to Jane if you had the chance?
Oh, yes.
We have had many imaginary conversations that go on for hours.
Mostly about why. Why she did it.
"It" being classified?
Highly.
She didn't just betray me and her country. She hurt...
...one of our friends.
Horribly.
And that's the... the part
that I just can't reconcile with.
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
- Can I ask you something? - Anything.
Is Russell Jackson a crier?
- (CHUCKLES) - I mean, I know he is.
He is, right? That gnarly exterior.
Then he comes in here and just... (LAUGHS)... loses it.
(SOBS)
Just get me the loan docs by tomorrow and we'll be good to go.
- Act natural, Mr Humphrey. - I need to get back to work.
Have you had any contact with your ex-wife in the last two months?
No.
- Any knowledge of her whereabouts? - No.
Do you know anyone who might have knowledge of her whereabouts?
No. Come on. I tell you the same thing every week. Nothing's changed.
- What the hell is going on? - I'll ask the questions, Mr Humphrey.
It's our little girl's birthday tomorrow.
What am I supposed to tell her about her mom?
That's not my concern, but if you ever tell anyone about our meetings,
you'll face ten years in federal prison under Title 18...
Can you tell me is she in danger or trouble?
Thank you for your time, Mr Humphrey.
This is beyond mortifying.
Mom doesn't wanna completely miss out on your driver's education, Noodle.
What he said.
News flash, there isn't gonna be a motorcade on my driving test.
- Well, it's DC. You never know. - It's not a big deal.
Until someone tweets a photo of me motorcading.
You cannot have a fighter pilot teaching you how to drive.
Our life is so weird.
And yet we make it work. Get in the car, will you?
(PHONE BUZZES)
Hello?
(SIGHS) Yeah. OK.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Wipe that smirk off your face. I have to go in.
Country first.
- Drive safe. - Is everything OK?
I don't know. The president wants me in the situation room.
(WHISPERS) We'll see.
- You be safe. - I'll try. Wish me luck.
Change of plans, Matt.
- ELIZABETH: Russell, what's going on? - We found Juliet.
She agreed to a deal?
- No. NSA got a ping on her location. - How?
She was masking her IP address,
but she stayed online long enough for us to break the firewall.
- That doesn't sound like her. - I know. We got lucky.
One of the servers she was using crashed.
When it rebooted, we got a jump on her.
Even so.
Well, everyone's got a weak spot. In Juliet's case, it's her kids.
She was hacking the webcam in her husband's kitchen.
(SIGHS) Where is she?
Tindouf Province, Algeria. Near the border with Mauritania.
ELIZABETH: How remote are we talking?
She's in a small structure on the base of a mountain. Nothing else for miles.
We can't get close without blowing operational integrity.
Africom can have an armed drone in place in five hours.
Armed? What? Did I miss something here?
- Get into it, Admiral. - Yes, sir.
I'm putting Juliet on the kill list.
The attorney general signed off half an hour ago.
What happened to negotiations?
If we bring her in alive, she could have intel.
If she slips away, we might never get a chance like this again.
There are too many ways she can get tipped off that we're coming
if we send in the cavalry.
She's been stalling. That email she sent you
claiming she wanted to come in was a ploy to distract us,
while she got ensconced in a non-extradition country.
What about how it'll play?
Executing an American citizen abroad without due process?
She helped murder the secretary of state. The AG says it's a slam dunk.
- Could look like a cover-up. - Could look like justice.
DALTON: Russell's being a good soldier.
20 minutes ago, he made the same argument you just made.
Our intelligence assessments are unanimous
that Juliet is the last of the coup conspirators.
There's evidence she's still conspiring with opposition elements in Iran,
which means she arguably poses a clear and present danger to American lives.
We have a real shot at taking her out. We're gonna take it.
I know there could be blowback, but this is about national security.
President Shiraz will be here to sign the nuclear treaty in two days.
I'd like to put this behind us before I stand next to him in the East Room.
In that case, you'll need me to pave the way with Algeria.
Send in a drone without their blessing, they'll probably shoot it down.
- DoD can handle the Algerians. - Or spook them.
Let the State Department handle this. Velvet glove.
Bess, it's OK for you to sit this one out.
Not necessary, Mr President.
We're talking about you participating in the execution of your friend.
Sure you're OK with that?
Perfectly.
Excuse me.
(DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES)
Alright. Good game. Good game, man.
- Alright, man. - Good game, brother. Oof!
Hey, Henry. Looking good out there.
Hey, Aiden. Oh, man, we've missed you.
Haven't had a lot of free time lately. Kids.
Listen, you got a minute?
Of course.
The kids set a spot at dinner every night for her
and then when I tuck Lily in, she hugs the air and kisses her mom good night.
Every child psychologist says you have to tell kids the truth.
- But I don't even know what that is. - I'm so sorry, Aiden.
I could go to jail for talking to you, but I don't know what to do.
Has Elizabeth said anything about Juliet?
- You know better than that. - I was hoping you could ask her.
I would go to her directly,
but I think they're following me and bugging my phones.
I can't promise I'll get anywhere, but...
Sorry to be a burden, but I don't know how much longer I can take this.
Come on, man, it's not a burden.
(SIGHS)
Listen, we're having Lily's sixth birthday party tomorrow at the house.
We'd love for you guys to come by. She loves your kids. It'd mean a lot to us.
A lot to us too. I'll wrangle everybody.
For the longest time, I thought she must've been having an affair.
After our anniversary dinner last year, she went out to get milk.
I was so paranoid, I did the craziest thing.
I left the kids home alone, asleep and followed her.
Caught her making a call from the payphone at the 7-Eleven on H.
That's not very CIA.
Why not use the secure line at the house?
I never told the FBI because I didn't want it to get out,
for the kids to know.
But now, whatever she's into, must be even worse.
(SPEECH INAUDIBLE)
(ELEVATOR BELL)
Hey, Blake. Where are we on the Algerians?
Ambassador Kateb is about an hour out, en route from Baltimore.
Jay, dry cleaner miss a spot?
Sorry. This was the cleanest one in my closet.
Been there. How is little cutie pie Chloe baby?
Got me wrapped around her tiny fingers.
- As it should be. - And I'm her favorite spit-up target.
Oh, that's for sure,
but I'm guessing that's not what you were angling to talk to me about.
President Shiraz's visit is in a couple of days.
Yes, so I heard.
All's going smoothly, except today we found out
that an Iranian man, Izad Ahmadi, will be stoned to death in Isfahan Province
on the same day as the treaty signing.
- What's the crime? - Being gay in Iran.
Officially, they've had a moratorium on stonings since 2002.
Unofficially, local tribal councils have continued the practice.
- They're turning a blind eye. - The timing can't be a coincidence.
The hard-liners in Tehran are sending a message to their base, ma'am.
Yes, they are.
Just because we're dealing with the West doesn't mean we're going soft.
- The optics won't be good. - Especially for Mr Ahmadi.
Sorry. I should get back.
Human Rights Campaign is planning a protest outside the White House
during the signing ceremony.
OK. Nadine, let's back-channel with the Iranians.
See if we can get them to at least postpone the execution.
And why don't you sit down with HRC
and assure them that we are doing everything we can to stop the stoning?
See if you can get them to back off the protest.
ELIZABETH: Poor Aiden.
The person Juliet was calling from that payphone had to have been Munsey.
- The night of their anniversary, huh? - Yeah.
I'm gonna have the FBI pull the records from that phone just to be sure.
HENRY: What should we do about Lily's party?
ELIZABETH: We go. Definitely go. I mean, I wanna give her a hug.
A real one. Wow.
HENRY: I wish we could tell Aiden something.
ELIZABETH: We might be able to tell him something tonight.
HENRY: Uh...
(PHONE PINGS)
Speaking of which.
I gotta go convince the Algerians to let us blow up Juliet, so...
It's safe to say we've officially gone through the looking glass.
And it's definitely not half full.
You gonna be OK?
Not even close.
Drone strikes often cause civilian casualties, Madam Secretary.
True. But this one won't, Mr Ambassador.
The structure is in a remote region of Tindouf Province.
We have clear signals intelligence.
There could be civilians in the structure.
I highly doubt this target will allow that.
- Who is the target? - An American.
- Of extremely high value to us. - Show me your intelligence.
There's nothing to show. It's a ping on a server.
We don't need any more. Physical proof is superfluous.
We're happy to cooperate, Madam Secretary.
But we want to do just that. Cooperate. No drone strike.
- How is that cooperating? - We have an elite anti-terrorist unit.
We could join in a ground operation with your Navy SEALs.
That way, we confirm that this person really is where you say
before shedding any blood on our soil.
That could compromise operational integrity. The target could get away.
I have discussed this with President Hamidou.
He has given me very strict parameters. This is the best we can offer.
We can have the operation on the ground, ready to go in 24 hours.
OK.
- How could you possibly agree to that? - It was the best I could do.
It's Algeria! You could've taken out your wallet and done better!
Practice and theory are two very different things.
We're the US. We practice what we want!
Not if we want the Algerians' cooperation
against Al-Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb.
This isn't about a pissant terrorist group. You threw it.
You undermined national security and betrayed the president's express wishes
cos of your relationship with the target!
- Is that what he thinks? - Why do you think he's not here?
I was worried he'd fire you on the spot,
wouldn't play too well sharing the front page with the Shiraz treaty signing!
- Probably a good call. - (SCOFFS)
Maybe I didn't go the extra mile, Russell,
but I am not gonna sit here and let you accuse me of insubordination.
You're in dangerous territory here.
We do whatever it takes to deliver the president his objectives
and that includes the extra mile and every mile in between!
So, you either get on board and you stay there
or you get the hell out of the way.
The president was right about you, Russell.
Fighting for an objective you don't believe in
and still hitting below the belt?
You are a good soldier.
We all serve at the pleasure.
This damn operation better go off without a hitch.
They better end up writing songs about it in the Algerian hinterlands.
HENRY: After you risked your life by going to Iran?
That guy's got a lot of nerve. What do you have to do to earn his trust?
ELIZABETH: Huh! Pretty sure Russell hits the trust reset button every morning.
Besides, I can't say he's completely wrong.
And the president's right, you know.
Juliet's a highly trained operative gone rogue.
Who knows what else she's capable of? Drone strike is a good call.
Wait. Hang on. Hold on. What are you saying?
You don't think you pushed the Algerians hard enough for the drone strike?
I don't know. Maybe not.
I... I honestly don't know.
But I'm... I'm not impartial.
You don't want Juliet to die.
(WHISPERS) Does that make me a traitor?
No. It makes you human.
I reiterate that this is coming directly from Secretary McCord,
who is speaking for the president.
It would mean a great deal to both of them if you could exert your authority
and postpone the execution of Mr Ahmadi until...
Uh, if you... Until at least...
I'll let the secretary know.
So much for a postponement, huh?
Shiraz's office is hiding behind their legal system.
MATT: If you can even call it that.
It's more like a "we kill whoever we want whenever we want" system.
If I put out the standard boilerplate condemning them,
it could interfere with the treaty signing.
Well, we still have another day. Let's keep our options open.
Jay, Brent Rosen from the Human Rights Campaign is here.
Without a postponement, I don't have much to get them to stop the protest.
Well, when all else fails, charm offensive.
Brent. Thanks for coming in on a weekend.
You're welcome. We're not canceling the protest, Jay.
Did I ask you to? Water?
Your people told my people that's what this meeting's about.
How about we make it about everything this administration
has done for gay rights in the US and around the world?
You don't get extra points for doing the right thing.
The Iranian Government is about to let a man be executed because he's gay.
And your boss and President Dalton are gonna shake hands with the monster
who's allowing it at the White House, then treat him to a fancy lunch!
- The optics are terrible. - This isn't about optics!
It's about Izad Ahmadi's life
and the millions of gay people in Iran and around the world.
OK. But there's a bigger picture.
We can't achieve all our goals with Iran overnight.
This deal could prevent us from going to war to stop their nuclear program.
Think how many lives we'll save if we can do that.
That's not what our protest is about. We know Dalton's gonna sign that deal.
You just don't want us tarnishing your victory lap.
Could you move the protest to the mall, the Lincoln Memorial?
Anywhere but the president's backyard? I can help you fast-track permits.
The optics again.
We will push to postpone Ahmadi's execution.
Oh, man, you are just so callous and you don't even realize it!
- What? - Trying to postpone it?
For political reasons? Why not trying to stop it?
Has that even crossed your mind?
I hate itjust as much as you do, but it's Iran's affair. We don't get a vote.
How can you even say that with a straight face?
There are plenty of levers you could pull, but you're just choosing not to
because you don't wanna rock the boat before the signing!
- It's not my call. - Hiding behind your job description?
You're giving quite the clinic on evasion,
but you know what the worst part is?
Somewhere in Tehran, there is a guy just like you.
Some political operative
who loves the idea of executing a gay man
on the day of the treaty signing.
For the optics. And you know what, Jay?
You're no better than him.
Why do we have to go to a six-year-old's birthday party?
Because it's Uncle Aiden, Aunt Juliet and the kids.
Dude, it was about your sixth birthday when they gave you Mr Koala.
Which you were obsessed with until last year, I think?
OK, fine, fine. But Juliet's not even gonna be there.
- All the more reason to go. - Lily and Miles love you guys.
But where is Juliet? And why is she missing Lily's birthday?
- Honey... - She's CIA, Ali. Use your brain!
OK! Noodle?
(GASPS) Really?
You're really gonna let Ensign Clueless fly the Enterprise?
- She's gotta learn sometime. - With us as crash dummies?
Oh, come on! Mom's private army's surrounding us.
Listen, driving with a motorcade is trickier than flying solo.
- Oh, great. - I'm just saying.
(ALL CHEER)
At least she looks really happy.
- I'm glad we're here. - Me, too.
Hi, Lily Bean. Happy birthday!
- Thanks, Aunt Bess! - Oh, my God! You're heavy!
Did you make a good wish?
- Yeah, and I know it'll come true. - Well, that's great.
- Wanna know why? - Why?
Because I prayed to see Mommy in church last week
and I saw her in the glass with the angels.
Mommy had a golden halo.
Wow! Well, you are her little angel.
Oh, happy birthday, baby.
Go get some cake.
- Hey, Bess. - Hey, Aiden.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate you guys coming.
Oh, hey, it's our pleasure, buddy.
I don't know anything about Juliet.
Well, you know why the FBI's been questioning me?
- I don't. - Well, can you talk to anyone?
- Aiden. - At the company?
- I mean, if you find out anything... - Of course.
But you know the company.
Yeah.
Lily and Miles could not be more adorable.
Yay!
Thanks.
Thanks again for being here.
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.
- When... When did Jason get so big? - Huh.
(SIGHS)
You will be standing just behind President Dalton,
next to the Iranian Foreign Minister Rahimi,
who will be on your right... here.
When the presidents move from their podiums to the treaty table,
you and Minister Rahimi will fold in just behind them.
I think I might have a solution to our Iran problem.
Oh.
I'm sorry. I was supposed to be in this meeting, wasn't I?
- Baby up all night, Jay? - Amazingly, no.
- She slept like a baby. - MATT: I got it.
Sorry. Uh, I was working all night, though.
And it turns out that Mr Ahmadi
has a cousin in Michigan who's willing to take him in.
That's nice.
It also turns out Jordan has an Iranian national on their death row for spying
that the Iranians are desperate to get back.
That is really nice.
Now we need an inducement for Jordan.
I've already talked to His Majesty's judicial council.
A few F-16s and a player to be named later, deal sails through.
All that's left is for the Iranians to sign off.
Which still may prove difficult given Iran's motivation here.
- True. - Regardless, ingenious work.
- Really. Inspired. - Thanks. I had a little... inspiration.
I hear that happens about one percent of the time. Or something.
Even less in DC.
Do the perspiration part. You have my full backing.
Thank you, ma'am, but do you mind if I just? I'm starving.
- OK, where were we? - Folding. I was folding back in.
Ma'am, you're needed in the situation room.
Ma'am, it's five hours to the signing.
Um... it's gonna... I think I'm... And then... I... I...
We got it.
Mr Jackson told me to tell you they're going in, ma'am.
Thank you.
What happened?
- Juliet Humphrey played us. - It was all an elaborate setup.
The assault team found a pint of congealed blood on the floor,
a solar-powered laptop and blood-stained clothing.
Prelim testing says it's hers.
She knew we'd get the computer server ping.
She wanted us to do a drone strike.
That's why she chose the location.
She was counting on it so we'd find her DNA and assume she was dead.
Interpol scoured every possible exit point from northern and western Africa.
She was at an airport in Nouakchott, Mauritania a week and a half ago.
- Then the trail goes cold. - What's the evidence?
Airport security photo.
- She's here in DC. - How do you know?
LILY: Mommy had a golden halo.
Trust me, I know.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - I'll get it.
AIDEN: Don't open the door for strangers.
I know, Daddy. Who is it?
- Aiden Humphrey, FBI! - AIDEN: What the hell is this?
- I didn't open, Daddy. I swear. - I know, sweetie. It's OK.
Alright, I'm gonna talk to this woman. You go upstairs. Play with your brother.
You can't just do this. What the hell is going on?
- You're in danger. - What do you mean? From what?
I can't go into the nature of the threat,
but we will be guarding you and your children 24-7, here and wherever you go.
- You said I'd never see you again. - I have one more job for you.
(CLEARS THROAT) FBI Director Hendricks, ma'am.
Hi. How are you? Have you wrapped up the family?
Yes, Madam Secretary, and put out an APB and BOLO on Miss Humphrey.
If she's in the metro DC area, we'll find her.
Hmm. I wouldn't be so sure. No offense.
I know Juliet Humphrey.
Copy that, but you can rest assured
the Bureau is working in conjunction with the NCTC and the Secret Service.
Whatever she's up to, the Iran treaty ceremony won't be affected.
Anything on the payphone call?
There was only one call made from the payphone in question
in the time frame that you gave us.
- She called a burner phone. - So that's a dead end.
Actually, we caught a break.
That same burner was used to call another burner phone
that was seized in a drug bust two days later.
The owner of that phone is serving ten to 15 in Cumberland.
Is he willing to give up his burner buddy?
DoJ is making him an offer as we speak.
Excellent. You keep me informed, OK?
- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.
Uh, Jay would like a word, ma'am.
(SIGHS) Bad news?
The Iranians flatly rejected the prisoner swap.
I thought they really wanted their spy back.
They do, but not as much as they wanna kill Mr Ahmadi.
- Well, you did everything you could. - Did I?
Due respect, this isn't horseshoes, ma'am.
Izad Ahmadi is going to suffer, unimaginably.
Yes... he will.
Unless we play our ace. Tell Shiraz no nuclear deal unless they release Ahmadi.
You can't threaten that unless you're willing to follow it through.
Let's be willing to follow through.
I appreciate how invested you are in this,
but you and I both know that's not gonna happen.
Izad Ahmadi. His cousin gave me that from when he visited him in Tehran.
- That woman is his mother. - I get your point, Jay. Thank you.
Do you?
Cos I did a little research
on what it's actually like to be stoned to death.
At dawn Mr Ahmadi will be wrapped in a shroud,
bound with ropes and then buried up to his waist.
With the ground temperature at 50 degrees this time of year,
he'll be shivering.
Once immobile he'll be pummeled with stones the size of tangerines,
specially chosen to inflict maximum pain,
but not too big, so he won't be knocked out.
His ribs will snap and break into pieces,
lacerating his liver and kidneys and liquefying his spleen.
If he's lucky, his lungs will fill up and he'll drown in his own blood.
But if not, he could be conscious for up to two hours,
as his body is pushed to the human limits of agony.
Of course, all of this will be videotaped and uploaded
to the local council's website.
Are you gonna be able to watch that,
knowing we didn't do everything in our power to spare this man?
They stone women for adultery. Girls as young as 13.
If you're old enough to marry, you're old enough to get stoned to death.
They torture journalists for writing articles
that are critical of the regime.
They arrest dissidents in the night, line them up and shoot them.
I know precisely what we are dealing with, Jay. All too well.
Then why?
Why are we dealing with these people? How could we?
Because I have to weigh Izad Ahmadi's life
against the prospect of a nuclear bomb going off in New York, DC, Tel Aviv.
Millions of lives.
That's funny. I used that same argument with Rosen from HRC just yesterday.
But at what point do we compromise away our soul?
And how do we even know when that happens?
Maybe the hawks are right. Maybe we can't trust people
whose values are so horrifically divergent from ours.
Maybe war is the better option.
Maybe we shouldn't have stopped that coup after all!
You and I can agree to disagree on this one, Jay.
If I didn't like you so much,
I'd definitely fire you for that little outburst.
(SIGHS) So, you did everything you could.
Horseshoes notwithstanding.
I won't be at the signing ceremony.
That's OK by me. Those things tend to get pretty crowded anyway.
Thank you, Madam Secretary.
Ma'am, it's time to go to the White House.
(SIGHS)
Madam Secretary, I have FBI Director Hendricks on the line for you.
He says it's urgent.
Hello.
HENDRICKS: DoJ reached a deal with Mr Burner Phone.
Guy on the other end of the Juliet Humphrey payphone call
was Brian Curtwell, former army ranger.
We believe they crossed paths in Iraq 11 years ago.
Where is he now?
He's a DC metro cop.
Have you picked him up yet?
We literally just got this. We think he's on duty.
- Where? - The counter-sniper unit.
Then he could be about to assassinate President Shiraz.
You need to pick him up now.
(SIREN WAILS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Lieutenant Curtwell! FBI! Freeze!
Hands! Hands!
- Release your weapon! - Hands! Show us your hands!
OFFICER: Don't move. Don't move!
REPORTER ON TV: We received word that President Najid Shiraz's motorcade
is now arriving at the White House.
It is not every day you see a limousine flying an Iranian flag
on the streets of America's capital.
This uneventful journey from Andrews Air Force Base
marks the end of a turbulent period in the relationship
between the United States and the Islamic Republic.
Within the hour, President Shiraz will enter the East Room
to sign a nuclear non-proliferation agreement with President Dalton.
I have to say, it's remarkable that this moment has come to pass.
DALTON: Unbelievable.
FBI wasn't too noisy picking him up,
so it shouldn't hit the news before the signing.
Nothing says "Welcome to America, President Shiraz,"
like the people charged with your protection trying to kill you.
Juliet is still out there.
Unless she has Stinger missiles,
I think she's run out of ways to scuttle the signing.
Listen, I know you've been trying to stop the stoning in Iran.
- We did everything we could, sir. - Thank you for that.
Who knew it would be so hard forging your legacy?
This...
This isn't just my legacy, Bess. It's ours.
That's very nice of you to say, sir.
President Shiraz. Welcome to the United States.
Thank you, President Dalton. I am honored to be here.
Secretary McCord, I believe you've met President Shiraz.
- Yes. - A pleasure to see you again,
especially under more pleasant circumstances.
For some of us.
Yes, well, thank God the coup is behind us
and we can focus on the future.
Yes.
Allow me to introduce Foreign Minister Rahimi.
- Welcome, Minister Rahimi. - Thank you.
- It's very nice to meet you. - A pleasure, Madam Secretary.
I know my predecessor, Minister Javani, held you in high regard.
Well, thank you. I very much appreciated his forward-thinking views.
- It's time, Mr President. - Great.
Let's go make history.
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
Good afternoon.
And welcome to the dawning of a new day in US-Iran relations.
- Thank you very much. - Thank you.
(ALL CHANT) Save Izad Ahmadi! Save Izad Ahmadi!
Save Izad Ahmadi! Save Izad Ahmadi!
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
(SIRENS WAIL)
Lily! Miles!
FBI! Don't move!
Save Izad Ahmadi! Save Izad Ahmadi!
Save Izad Ahmadi!
Save Izad Ahmadi! Save Izad Ahmadi!
(NO SOUND)
Mommy's gonna be OK.
(APPLAUSE)
Izad Ahmadi's execution has been carried out, ma'am.
- ALISON: No U-turn. - HENRY: Correct!
Divided highway?
OK, honey, the right lane is curving into the left lane, so the...
- So? That's its problem. - (SIGHS)
- Hey, babe. - You two are a vision.
- Hi. - Ah! Studying for the driving test!
Yep. Scintillating!
I caught that Iran peace deal thingy. Your hair looked great.
ELIZABETH: Ha. All about the optics.
President Dalton was gushing about you. It was pretty rad.
- Might even help avoid a nuclear war. - That, too.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
I'm right here.
(SIGHS) Yes.
And look at you. Old enough to drive. When did that happen? It's ridiculous.
Here we go. Which annoying baby story are you about to tell?
You know what? Let's skip the annoying baby story.
Why don't you just come and show off your new, awesome driving skills?
- ALISON: Now? - I feel like frozen yogurt.
The guys on your detail will like that.
- Who mentioned the guys on my detail? - They follow you everywhere.
Not tonight. Just you and me, babe. You'll run interference?
Yeah... It's about time we hazed the new guy anyway.
Could you give me that and watch the road with your eyes?
- Is this, like, breaking the law? - Nah. It's just a little tradecraft.
Time you learned the family business, anyway. Come on.
HENRY: Hey, men.
Hey. Phew.
Made it back in one piece. And with fro-yo. Thank you.
Thanks for running interference. That was... fun.
(HENRY CHUCKLES)
Oh, by the way, our boy Karl is way into fly-fishing.
Like, way into fly-fishing.
So, that was an educational hour.
(SIGHS)
I'm guessing that look isn't because Alison forgot to use her turn signal.
I got the call.
- FBI got Juliet. - Alive?
They want me to interrogate her.
(SIGHS) Well, that's brutal.
You can say no.
I have the relationship with her, the training. Makes perfect sense.
Doesn't make it easy.
But it has to get done.
PSYCHIATRIST: You seem to be struggling with it.
It's just I've been on this mission
for practically the entire time I've had the job.
Landing the nuclear deal with Iran?
Other stuff has come up, but the treaty's been the priority.
Well, you know about everything that happened when I went to Iran.
And... now the treaty is signed
and the president couldn't be happier
and I should be... elated.
PSYCHIATRIST: But you're not.
I haven't said this out loud, not even to Henry.
This is a safe place.
As secretary of state, I have to make very tough calls
and I don't have the luxury of worrying about how they make me feel.
That's the job.
But a very trusted advisor
has recently made me question our relationship with Iran.
I still believe the treaty was the right thing to do
and it'll probably be the first line in my obituary,
but I'm afraid that when I interrogate my old CIA friend
and ask her why she did it...
...her answer might just make me question
if the Iranians can be trusted to hold up their end of the bargain.
And now I can't stop thinking...
...what if this treaty I fought so hard for,
that people close to me died for...
...is really all a big mistake?
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