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Previously on Madam Secretary...

Someone is stalking our kids.

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.

Cecile looks like our archaeologist.

This is Black Dog Station.

Who the hell just took our agent?

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.

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.

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.

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 kill us
whether Dad's here or not.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's just take a breath, okay?

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?

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.

- 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.

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.

And my remarks will be rich

with praise for everything French?

Rich and thick, like a fine Béarnaise.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Our support got Conrad

elected four years ago.

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?

And why should we bail him out now?

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

The party did.

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.

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.
- 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.

Evans is a hothead.

I don't love the idea

of his sweaty finger on the button.

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.

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.

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?

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.

You're very cute when you're covert.

Hello?

Okay, thanks.

It's Captain Baker.

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
gun 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.

- Let's think positively.
- Sure.

Let's hope that this
guy pays his hired gun

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.

Sorry to

drag you in at the crack 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.

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.

Blake.

Coming.

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Yes, ma'am? What's wrong?

Call the FBI.

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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.

Halt.

When I was about six years old,

my parents took me to Mount Vernon.

Fire!

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 died 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.

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.

Wendy Rogers?

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 military
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.

Madam Secretary.

Smile.

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.

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?

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.

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.
- 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.

- So they treated you well?
- 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.

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 terrorists.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ma'am.

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

- France. Yeah.
- France.

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Madam Secretary.

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

I'm feeling much better.

Well enough for a sip of cognac?

1788 Clos Du Griffier.

The same provenance as the bottle

that you brought on your last visit.

In fact...

it's the same bottle.

- No, really?
- 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.

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 died in poverty,
forgotten by his adopted land.

To the Treaty of Paris,

which ended the American
Revolutionary War,

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.

Now we need to talk about Maaz Bousaid.

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.

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 terrorist jamboree.

It's our chance to strike

a deadly blow at their leadership.

- We'd cripple 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.

Left clear.

Right clear. Room one clear.

Nine enemies KIA.

- 3 more captured.
- Copy.

Engaging room two.

Five Tangos on the stairwell.

Fire left!

Enemy down.

- Grenade! Get down.
- Everybody down!

Come on, come on.

I need a sitrep!

We take any casualties, Captain?

Over.

Negative, Admiral.

We're all here.

Securing computers,
files, all electronics.

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.

How 'bout that, huh?

You didn't even get shot this time.

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?

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 threaten

- 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
bullet 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?

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

military 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.
- The other donors

don't seem too upset that
their friend's not here.

Are you kidding? They hate each other.

They each upped

their contribution when they
knew Burton had dropped out.

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.

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.