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Where's my fucking copy of the plan?

Public marriage, private divorce.

Are you gonna fuck people?

Yeah, I guess so.

What's happening right now?

People may invite the second lady to tea,

but the ambassador's gonna walk
through the door.

Is Hal short for Harold or Henry?

I'm... I'm sorry?

If Hal wants me fired, he should do it.
Not send you to test me.

Do I have "ask me to call Hal"
tattooed on my forehead,

and I'm the only one who doesn't know it?

I think it might be time
to put your head down and call Hal.

Are you familiar with a program

called the Cooperative Global
Messaging Initiative?

They need a point person.

I'm going to be gone.

If you're running a multinational project,
it's a lot harder to fire you.

- What did Hal say?
- About?

The North Sea.

Well, he agrees.

You just put me out ahead
of the White House on resource extraction.

I have been trying to reach you.

You can't play the wife card every time
your host country needs a favor.

My marriage is over,

if that's what you would consider
actionable intelligence.

- You were trying to leave.
- No.

I'm trying to get you
to take your shirt off.

Kate.

- You're sorry.
- I'm not. I just think the timing is bad.

UAS 910 Alpha Tango.

Recon flight
operating six kilometers northwest.

- AGL 40 M. Deploy altitude hold.
- Rerouting to B509.

Hold geofencing.

What happened?

- Did we lose them?
- Stand by.

- Target back in FOV.
- Ah, okay. Tag them.

- Copy.
- All of them.

Updating OSD.

And let the ground team know.
I don't want anyone else on that road.

Relayed.

GT establishing AVB perimeter.

- Ambassador.
- The second lady.

- I'm so glad you could make it.
- Ambassador Wyler.

It's nice to see you.

- Unit requesting RTPC control.
- Single out the target car.

That's the decoy.

The principal is in the third car.
Come on, guys, focus.

RFI west of Lawford. Steer clear.

Thank you. Holding track with that?

Copy. ETA to waypoint, 14:07.

Hi.

- Ambassador.
- Ambassador.

Britain smitten.

I am smitten right back.
I'm so glad you could make it.

I love to be lectured by the Americans.
How could I stay away?

This time you're being lectured
by the Brits.

That's much worse.

Mrs. Vice President.

Slow down.

Plenty of time.

Target is on final approach.
Ear to the wire.

- Ready?
- Yep.

- You good?
- Could not be better.

It's not the, uh, youngest crowd
we've ever had, so maybe keep it brief.

You're speaking, not me.

- What?
- No?

No, I'm just "Hi and welcome."

- You don't have a speech?
- We discussed this.

You would make remarks,
and I would mingle and applaud.

- Shit, okay. Let me find my guy.
- Ambassador.

I have a speech.

- I'm going to have you thrown out.
- Tenley's at your six.

- Beryl, welcome.
- Thank you.

And you must be Mr. Tenley.

Lady Ambassador.

Oh, it's second lady or ambassador.
But I prefer you call me Kate.

Might we possibly,
at the risk of intruding upon your time...

Oh, for goodness sake.

He's talked of nothing but you for months,
and now he's tongue-tied in your presence.

Would you please do my husband
the exquisite honor of taking a selfie?

- Sure.
- See?

- For our granddaughter. She adores you.
- Thinks your husband is handsome.

- Give me your phone.
- Oh, yeah. Press the side.

- All right, let's see if we can get it.
- Yes.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

One minute out.

- Time to move.
- On my way.

- Ambassador, do you know Mr. Ellis?
- Of course.

He called me 12 times on the telephone.

- Once you said yes, I stopped.
- He's shameless.

If we'd known from the start
the second lady was hosting,

you could have saved 11 phone calls.

Next time, I'm making all the calls.

When can we get you to the embassy?
We'll put a dinner together in your honor.

I would love that.

- En route. They're past the gate.
- Clear the ground floor hallway, please.

- Let me know when you're on the X.
- Will do. Hang tight.

Hey. Mayday.

Nobody says that.

What do they say?

- Alan, hold up a sec.
- Copy.

Back door, not front door.

There's a delivery entrance
on the other side of the building.

Let's back it up and take the first left.

Congratulations.
You're a credit to the nation.

- What are you doing?
- We're done.

- It's not over.
- My part is. The eagle has landed.

Mayday. I lost visuals. I'm flying blind.

- Frances.
- Mr. Vice President.

- Mr. VP.
- Neil.

This way, sir.

I have the package.

Oh, is it Stuart?

- Nicely done.
- Ah, I'm not counting chickens.

- You think she figured it out?
- I was at the house this morning.

If she knows,
her game face is better than I thought.

Ah, you did great. Okay, here we go.

- Want to stay on the line?
- Absolutely.

- But I don't know if I ever...
- What's that expression?

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Everything is set for your address.
- Okay.

The last guests have arrived.
Is there anything I can fetch for you?

- No. Thank you, Frances.
- Perhaps water?

- I'm good, thanks.
- Oh my God.

Nice surprise. How are you?

Right this way, Mr. Vice President.

Wow. Whoa. This is...

Oh my goodness.

Hey.

- You sure got me.
- Yeah?

Hear that?

Aw...

- Sorry.
- Mr. Vice President.

Steffen. I hear you got the big chair.

Not quite as big as yours.
Poliana Sampson here.

- Mr. VP.
- Nice to meet you.

Ingrid Jensen from the delegation.
George, who you know.

- I'm not hugging.
- My secretary...

- Huh.
- What?

Good to see you.

The face is back.

Have you met the vice president?

Callum Ellis will convene
today's conversation

on science research in the North Sea.

- An honor to meet you, sir.
- Is it?

Very much so. We were just discussing
marine data pooling--

We should all sit.
Right here. I got you a seat.

It's right there.

If he's honored to meet me, he must be
busting his buttons to be fucking my wife.

Ma'am? You ready?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why aren't they sitting?

Ladies and gentlemen,
if we could take our seats, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
I am Ambassador Katherine Wyler.

And it is truly a joy
to welcome you to Winfield House.

It is my pleasure
to introduce Callum Ellis.

In the last few months, he has been,
for all of us, a near constant irritant.

I, like everyone else here,

agreed to participate
simply to stop the prodding.

Um...

Callum Ellis.

Thank you, Ambassador Wyler.

My mother was born...
just at the edge of Dublin in Clondalkin.

She, um...

She faced the particular challenge

of marrying an English political essayist
and raising a son in London.

So, let me tell you,
she will be flushed with pride

when she learns I've finally become
what she'd always prayed I'd be.

A near constant irritant.

We are fortunate to be

unexpectedly joined
by Vice President Hal Wyler.

Of course, the vice president is
the most exciting news this afternoon.

But he's not the only exciting news.

Beryl Tenley is here with us today.

Beryl will be sharing how
the Data Alliance will support her work

on fluctuation
in the migratory routes of songbirds.

That is exciting.

Beryl, if you'd stand
for a moment, please.

We're all very eager to hear more.

We are. I know I am.

Stop it.

All it took to get you outta the Hague

was a cheap glass of wine and birdseed.

- How's lunch?
- Did you know about this?

A little birdie told me.

Actually, it took a flock of, like,
260 little birdies to pull this off.

Why?

Why?

Is he going to Seoul
for that Carnegie thing?

- No.
- Stuart.

If he's meeting with the Iranians
in my embassy and I don't know it,

we're gonna have a problem.

Ma'am, it's for your anniversary.

That's... so nice.

- Is it gonna wreck my whole week?
- No. Uh, well, only a little.

Tomorrow they've got you doing
power couple press.

They've got an interview lined up
with, uh... Suzanne Hotchkiss.

I did, like, four interviews last week.

This is the two of you.
The anniversary was part of the appeal.

Susie Hotchkiss knew and I didn't?

Voters like you as a couple.
Press might help pass the Aid bill.

That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Royal weddings got this country
through Brexit.

It's at the Foreign Office,
it'll look royal.

Yeah, whatever.

We're trying to play ball, ma'am.

They agreed to substantially reduce
your Secret Service package.

- Yep.
- So we owe them a yes.

I just said yes.

Is everything okay, ma'am?

A cicada brood just hit my house.
I like a little notice.

Are you all right?

Are you?

Your spouse has invited me to stay
for a cocktail.

And you accepted?

We were with fucking Beryl.
I couldn't refuse.

Yeah, you could.

He knows.

- Yeah.
- You said he'd be fine with it.

Quietly uncoupled or... amiably apathetic?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah. Mm.

- Yeah.
- Hey, eyes front.

No, it's the...
It's at the top of the cypress. See it?

- It's on the left there?
- Yeah.

- Big fucking nest.
- Yeah.

They don't use twigs.
It's like tree limbs.

Yeah, yeah. I think I can see it.

- That's impressive, huh?
- It is. That's an osprey?

No, a heron. Gray heron.
Winfield hosts a bird count every year.

It's public, but an organization
sends in a team to do an official count.

The Royal Society for Protection of Birds.

I don't know. I wasn't able to attend.

I was, uh, making a concerted effort to be
literally anywhere else in the world.

- Make sure he knows when it is this year.
- Hmm.

Yeah, it was June, I think.

- Do you remember?
- I will have to look it up.

I think it was June.
Yeah, they look like pterodactyls.

- The herons?
- Yeah, they're big.

Do you work in... large birds?

No.

Yeah, Beryl's all about the songbirds.
As we heard in exhaustive detail.

They sing and are small.

Is that... that your bag?

No.

Twenty more questions, or just tell me.

- Hal.
- It's fine.

I'm just curious.
It's the least I could do.

I'm not asking
if he's a leg man or a breast man.

I'm just...
...trying to figure out what he does

in a great yawning universe
that is ornithology.

You can tell him what you're really doing.

Go ahead. Tell him. He'll hear about it
in the Daily Brief soon anyway.

Um...

A Kremlin contact of mine
from the Minsk Talks

has unofficially shared,

as in it will be chucked out
the nearest window if anyone found out,

that, um, Moscow has lost contact
with a submarine asset.

Amid their, uh, current distractions,

they're unable
to mount a proper search for it,

so I have asked the North Sea nations

to pool their marine sensor data
in the hopes of finding the sub.

Tell him what kind of sub.

Nuclear-powered. Presumed distressed.

Maybe leaking radiation
into the coastal waters of, um...

a number of countries,
including Britain and Denmark.

Who told me to talk to Ambassador Wyler,

who'd revamped
their maritime early warning system.

Beryl is MI6.

So really you know fuck all about birds.

Okay.

Okay, indeed.

- So he's a spook.
- No.

Oddly, we, uh... we don't call them spooks.

We call them bird-watchers, spies.

- Really?
- Yeah.

A pair of binoculars and an interest
in small specks in the sky.

There's an overlap in the fields.

He worked foreign affairs
for the Labour government.

Has relationships
on both sides of the aisle.

Now I'm something of
a negotiator at large.

- Who fucks my wife.
- You should go.

- I'm just trying to establish the facts.
- Like, now.

No, he can't leave now.
He's kabobing the second lady.

Which I figured out in a second.

- Secret Service did too.
- They didn't.

- That why you dumped your detail?
- I didn't.

Significantly reduced.
I mean, I can see why.

It took you less than a second?
That's alarming.

A husband knows.

- Not in my experience.
- Oh, you've done this before?

- No. Um, cheated on, as it happens.
- So you know how this feels.

You are not being cheated on.

You and I agreed.
We are no longer partnered in that manner.

We are no longer partnered
in that manner, Callum.

- I know I'm relieved.
- Cocktail's over.

Thank you for stopping by. Scoot on out.

That'll continue. The bossing around.
Except much, much worse.

You are correct, sir.
I can make this much, much worse.

Callum!

- I am so sorry.
- He's a good guy.

Could have been a lot worse.

I'm... just...

- I am so sorry.
- Ambassador.

In a day or so,
he's going to go back to Washington,

and I'm gonna take all your clothes off.

Where do you want to do this?

- I thought it was gonna be Dennison.
- I did too.

He's still in the mix?

No.

Lost interest?

Swing and a miss.

Brutal.

He's seeing someone now.

- No shit!
- Yeah, I met her. She's great.

Which means?

A little boring.

Which... I think is probably okay.

This guy doesn't seem boring at all.

Did you tell the RSO?

I told the RSO that I'm working with him
on a confidential project.

- I didn't specify...
- How confidential.

- You tell the CIA?
- No.

You need to get on that.
Eidra can take a statement.

- I'll call the director.
- Hal.

Here's what you did.

President Penn,
who has 17 weeks under her belt...

She now has to deal with the woman

who couldn't be bothered
to work in the White House,

who's asked
for the United States Secret Service,

at astronomical cost,
to protect her abroad

so she would be free to fuck
an unemployed foreign national

who spends his time
trading secrets with the Russians.

So it's a national security threat?

Or a financial crime
and betrayal of the women's movement?

Gosh, it's hard to know where to start,
isn't it?

Where? Where does it, uh...

Where does it happen?

Here?

- No.
- Where?

- You don't want to know.
- I don't. Unfortunately, I have to.

Because since you're
so breathtakingly reckless,

I have to have some sense of where
to begin the cleanup of this shit stain

that you seem to have no problem
wiping across the American flag.

Where?

There's a room
in the Defense Ministry annex

where we'd meet to work on today's event.

It has a private bathroom.
We fuck in the shower.

You chose this.

- You chose the vice presidency!
- I know that.

- Ah, Ambassador, I--
- Pensy.

Please let them know
the VP is on an urgent call

and we're facing a delay.

Richard, I don't want
to rush the vice president.

He made us shut down Trafalgar Square,
and he's not taking questions.

I'll call you when we're back in the car.

Are the captains of industry
losing their shit?

It's good for them.

He lost an eye.

Admiral Nelson.

Kept going.

- Lost an arm.
- Wow.

Yeah, you can see it. It's just a sleeve.

Oh, yeah.

Kept going.

That'll get you a statue.

Charles I on a horse?

He had his head chopped off.
Just down the block.

Well, it slowed him down.

Hi.

What are you doing tonight?

Oh, tonight, I am going to the theater.

And then I have a long, luxurious meal
at an overpriced French place.

Nice.

I'm working late and going home.

You were joking.

I was.

Want to have a drink with me?

Sure.

How many
of the visitor apartments are empty?

- Is this for your wackadoos?
- No.

- It is. And the answer is no.
- Why not?

I can't fill the space we keep
for visiting dignitaries

with your herd
of oxy-addicted wannabe informants.

Sure you can.

- Is this why you asked me out?
- No.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, don't do that to me.
We have been through way too much.

I'm drowning, okay?

All I do is talk to desperate people
who need a lifeline but have no intel.

So I can't give them a lifeline.

And I thought maybe

I deserve some happiness.

Just to cut the fucking misery.

Maybe I don't need
to surrender to depression.

Maybe you and I could...

you know, have a drink.

Sorry.

You know, open doors.

We're calling it open legs now.

'Cause it's not working,
and we're getting fucked.

Hal owes you one.

For the anniversary thing.

Tell them London
is not the place to run it.

You have too much else going on.

Is that a good idea?

Let Kate know if the thinking gets real.

I... still can't give you the apartments,
but if the drink is unrelated--

- It is!
- Then I accept!

Yeah?

I'm going to try to speak
to the vice president this afternoon.

Wanted to give you the heads-up.

When?

I'm just getting into it.

Uh...

Our marriage...

Um...

- Our marriage has always been complicated.
- They all are.

They're not all quite this visible.

Um...

Oh my God.

We have a, um... public marriage.

But not a... private one.

Ma'am.

You don't have to tell me anything.

I do, because if he asked to talk to you...

- That means--
- I'm asking to speak to him.

Not the other way around.

Oh.

Great.

What were you two, uh, gonna chat about?

The walk-ins.
I'd like to ask him to shut it down.

Do it. But not on this visit.

He's here.

This is presumably
when he deals with issues that are... here.

He's the vice president of the US.

He doesn't trip on an issue,
and just put it on the agenda.

My station has ceased to function

as anything other than a clearinghouse
for walk-ins.

A woman claims she's the mother
of Saddam Hussein's love child.

He did have a nuclear weapon.
And she knows where it is.

Oh boy.

Some Chechen Lenkov colonel

says he knows the truth
about the HMS Courageous.

Which is that America
was behind the attack,

but if I get his kid into Eton,
he promises he won't tell.

We have a guy who claims China
sent a dog to Mars,

and he knows, because it was his dog.

- Who's the Chechen colonel?
- Alleged colonel. Probably a bartender.

We're so behind, I've got a junior analyst
on her second week running traces.

But that's your job.

Ma'am, I know what my job is.

I'd love to be able to do it.

Which is why I need a minute
on your husband's agenda.

I will talk to him.
You should check out that colonel.

I think we've had a misunderstanding.

I wanted to speak to the vice president
because I'm doing too much make-work,

not too little.

When the subject is the US,
we take a closer look.

Maybe this guy's the start
of a disinformation campaign,

sent here to get a story
into official channels.

This is the kind of thing
that destroyed two US elections.

- I'll get into it.
- Come find me when you're done.

Hal and I have an interview
at the Foreign Office.

But if it's something,
you know, I want to share it with him.

All good?

No?

If you need to reach me right away,
please call my office.

line ringing]

You've reached Nora Koriem.
Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

We're pulling up to the Foreign Office.

I need to speak to him
before the interview.

He's right here. Why don't I--

No, absolutely not.
She can wait five goddamn minutes.

Ma'am, he's on another call,
but we'll be right in.

I can hear him. Listen to me.
We had a fight last night. He's still mad.

But I need to speak with him privately
before this starts.

There is a possibility we're gonna
have to cancel the interview.

What? No, the interview is timed
for a House push on the aid package.

I know, but...

Um...

Nora... I will talk to you
when you get here,

but I need him for a minute
before, uh, we go in.

What you doing here?

Meeting with Dennison
and the permanent undersecretary.

- The meeting is here?
- It's downstairs.

- I just wanted to say--
- Hi. And you have.

Now you have to go
before the vice president,

who is uncharacteristically pissy,
walks in the door.

Lunch was a banger.
Did exactly what it was supposed to.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Even the Dutch?
- They're all in.

Already getting data
from sensors in six countries.

That's amazing. Go.

Uh.... Pleasant to see you.
Now get the fuck out.

Pleasant to fuck you. I'll see myself out.

- We need to talk.
- That's why you wanted me to hurry?

I didn't know he was here.
We need to talk somewhere private.

Well, there's an annex in
the Defense Ministry that should be free.

I hear it has a shower.

I told you, Jimmy, I got this.

I watched your piece on COP 29.

- You hit it right on the head.
- I took a lot of flack for that.

Someone has to mention that
the emperor's naked and it's cold out.

- You're the only one brave enough.
- Sorry, Suzanne. Can I steal my husband?

I think we should jump in.
I've kept people waiting long enough.

Can you pull your mic?

- Well, that would be rude.
- Hi.

This might be a Bulgaria moment.

I'm waiting on the report from Eidra.
She's coming here.

But if it's what I'm concerned it is,

it might be prudent
to reschedule this interview.

- She wants to reschedule.
- Maybe another time you are here.

- I'm sorry, are we canceling?
- What?

- No.
- No.

Unfortunately, your mic is live.

Hate to intrude.
Rescheduling could be very difficult.

No, we're not. Let's do it.
Come on. Join us, Suzanne.

- Hal.
- Live mic.

- You gave my crew quite a fright there.
- Just a miscommunication. Let's do it.

Could we slide the chairs to the center?

We got it.

More.

Touch more.

Wonderful.

Britain smitten.

Mr. Vice President.
Is that a phrase you're familiar with?

- Yes, it is.
- Oh my goodness.

Your wife has won the hearts of a nation.

This country has been so warm,
so welcoming.

The affection is... is truly mutual.

You're sharing her, aren't you?
With all of us.

I certainly am.

And she's sharing you.

She's not just married to the man anymore.
She's married to the American government.

What must that be like?

She's always been married
to the American government.

That happened long before
I came into the picture.

I like a job with a reliable pension.

Indeed.

Is she the power behind the throne?
Second lady, first adviser?

No, she's an ambassador.

When our closest ally came under attack,

the choice was made to send in an
experienced and highly skilled diplomat.

And to... to pull her from post,

just because she was unlucky enough
to be married to me,

would be a blow to the national security
of both countries.

- A terrible blow.
- Can I just correct the record?

Being married to Hal is not bad luck.

My husband has always been...
the most impactful influence

on the person and professional I am today.

I am and I always have been
the most fortunate of wives.

Beautiful.

I would like to, if I may,

ask a few questions
about the Law of the Sea Treaty.

Mm-hmm.

Which I believe
owes its American ratification to you.

- Cut, please.
- Are we all right?

I am so sorry. Can we pause for a moment?

- I believe we already did.
- Hal, you are needed in the Reading Room.

Pressing affairs of state.

You think we're in the part of our lives
where you point and I run.

We're not.

Eidra had a walk-in

who's telling the CIA that America
was behind the carrier attack.

Tell him about the walk-in.

He checks out.
Boris Andreev, 43, born in Grozny.

We ID'd him in photos
of Russian military parades

going back 15 years.

He was Roman Lenkov's guy in Mali.

He worked for Lenkov?

Yeah, but he's gotten squeezed
since Lenkov's death.

So it stacks up
that he's looking for an escape hatch.

Is everything okay?

Security Council?

Not yet. Just the president.

She should go, right?

- All three of us need to be there.
- Well, you don't.

There are four people
in the US government who know.

I am one of them.

Don't you think we should be
in the same room?

Give me your phone.

Sir?

Nora, prep Air Force Two
to get off the ground in 20 minutes.

- He needs to get back to Washington.
- The president's not in Washington.

Amagansett.

Tell Drew to set up flight restriction.
Not waiting for clearance.

- You're getting on a plane right now.
- Why?

If she's briefing the president,
she needs to understand the situation.

The United States was responsible
for the British carrier attack.

If Lenkov knew, and he told his staff...
that's game over.

The story's gonna come out.

Can you say the first part one more time?

We were responsible
for the carrier attack.

Fetch you another?

If you would.

You know what? On second thought, I'm...

I'm good.

We take a shot at persuading the colonel
he misheard or misunderstood.

Or that it was just one more Kremlin lie.

He's a tool in a disinformation campaign
deployed to wind us up.

It doesn't help our inevitability problem,
but maybe it buys us time.

Should I bring in the ambassador
so the three of us can discuss it?

No.