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(clock ticking)

Did you get any sleep?

Oh, a couple minutes
here and there. You?

No, I kept waking up
from nightmares about Russia

infiltrating the top levels
of our government.

Mm.
More coffee?

Sure.

I'm already on my second pot.

So have you found any reason not
to suspect the Gang of Eight?

Besides the fact that they're
the most powerful members

of Congress and it would be
treason for any one of them

to share our secrets
with Russia? Nah.

I've had my team working
on it all night, too.

Eggs?

No. I'm feeling carby.

You'll want rock-solid proof

before you take it up the chain.

Yeah, I was thinking that
I would brief the committee

on a fake op in Afghanistan.

See if there was
any Taliban response.

A drip test.

Right, drip test.
(phone chirps, vibrates)

I like it.

But I don't like this.

"White House. Now."

Fresh nightmares.

RUSSELL: CDC just finished
tabulating overdose deaths

from last year.

How bad?

Record-breaking.

Well, I'm sorry
to hear that,

but shouldn't you have called in
a different cabinet member?

The president already had

the secretary of Health
and Human Services

in the Oval this morning.

Russell?
(sighs)

Harrison's back in rehab.

Oh, no.

Ah, he's okay.

Checked himself in last
week before he spiraled.

Even managed to keep
it out of the news,

but when Conrad saw
the CDC report...

it became a busy morning.

Do you know
what he wants from me?

Revenge.

Good morning, Mr. President.

Do you know how many
American servicemen

died in Vietnam, Bess?

Uh, 58,000...

58,220.

In a war that lasted
more than ten years.

Do you know how many Americans

died of drug overdoses
last year?

Well...
64,000.

Mostly from opioids.

It's the worst public
health crisis in a century.

And it's happening on my watch.

So I'm going to do something
about it.

Sergio Macias. You familiar?

He's head of the Puebla Cartel
in Southern Mexico.

He's in prison in Jalisco,

but he's running things
from his cell.

That's why I want him
extradited to the U.S.

and put into supermax.

I'm not sure that's
the right play, sir.

Why the hell not?

More than 90% of our heroin
comes from Mexico,

and most of that
from Macias.

We extradite him, it'll
cripple his empire.

ELIZABETH: And some new
drug lord takes his place.

If you want to focus
on Mexico,

we should focus
on government corruption.

So you are content to let Macias
keep killing Americans?

State's been holding talks

with Mexico about new
anti-corruption measures,

but it's delicate.

If we push them
to give up Macias,

they won't want to cut
any other deals.

Fighting corruption
is a noble goal,

but I want Macias
out of the equation.

Opioid deaths are
a systemic problem,

a tragic one.

So it's understandable
to want to find...

We've known each other
a long time, Bess.

You can talk to me straight.

Russell told me about Harrison,
and I am, I'm so sorry

for what you and Lydia
are going through.

I'm worried that maybe

it's clouding
your judgment.

DALTON: Well, I
understand your concern,

but this isn't
just about my son.

I meet with families

who've lost loved ones to
drugs almost every week.

I can't keep giving
them platitudes.

I want decisive action today.

Are we clear?

Yes, Mr. President.

Morning.
Good morning, ma'am.

Uh, your call with the Mexican
secretary of foreign affairs

is in five minutes.

Thanks. Are you okay?

(laughing):
Yes. Why?

Well, your blazer
is unbuttoned.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

No, that's not what I...
It's, uh...

...mean.
It's, um, I'm just all...

(sighs) My parents are
flying into D.C. tomorrow.

Oh! Oh. Yeah.
Yeah.

That's... always
a little challenging.

Yeah. Look, I-I love them more than
anyone in the world. I mean, I'm sure.

It's just... oh, sometimes
they make me so mad

I want to rip the
skin off my own face.

Does that make sense?

Yeah, I try not to think
about what my kids

think of me sometimes. Well,
I doubt that you question

their career and relationship
choices at every turn,

so I'm sure you're fine. How can
they question your career choice?

Well... You are literally
helping save the world.

My parents are
private sector people.

They... To their mind,
leaving finance

to go work for the government
was like blasting a fire hose

full of money off a cliff
into the abyss.

Well, if they saw
what you did,

they'd be bragging to all your
friends, all their friends. Well, I...

Yeah. Oh, come on. You
know what, bring 'em in.

What? Oh, no. Thank you. That's
very kind of you. Yeah. No.

I... We have been in this
relationship for years.

It's time I met your parents,
Blake.

You are aware
that Macias is in prison

in Jalisco, Madam Secretary?

Of course you are.

You just don't trust
our justice system.

Secretary Gomez, I assure you

this request is solely
about the U.S. justice system.

Macias is wanted
in seven states.

He has indictments from nine

federal courts.

He is also a Mexican citizen,

convicted
by the Mexican judiciary.

But why should you respect
our sovereignty?

We have great respect
for Mexico.

In fact, I can guarantee
we will honor your laws

and Macias won't face
the death penalty.

That is a start.

But to even consider this deal,

President Zaragoza wants
new trade provisions.

Lift the restrictions
on cybersecurity software.

Well, the Pentagon
doesn't give cyberweapons

to any foreign country.

I'm not talking
about your military.

Private companies.

You have many burdensome
regulations around cyber trade

with Mexico.

Well, for good reason.

Do you have any idea
how hard it is

to keep cyberweapons away
from bad actors?

That is a rather galling lack
of faith for a close ally.

It is a well-documented fact
that American guns

have made their way
to cartel hands.

And a gun is a lot easier to
keep safe than a string of code.

Once again, you know
what is best for Mexico.

Can you just knock that off?

I assure you
that I am negotiating

in good faith. But we have
nothing to negotiate.

President Dalton wants Macias.

Cyber is a priority
for President Zaragoza.

You need to make it work.
Or no deal.

And tell your anti-corruption
unit to stand down.

My government is no longer
in the mood

to be educated
by your bureaucrats.

Sec...

...retary.

(indistinct chatter)

(phone chimes)

Great news, ma'am.

Uh, it's more like insanely
amazing news. Go ahead.

Kat found some ironclad
security guarantees for

our cyberweaponry. Cyberweaponry.
President Zaragoza will sign

the extradition agreement
within the hour.

Apologies. I promise this
is enthusiasm, not impertinence.

Understood.
That is great.

And insanely amazing.

Ma'am, Miguel Briseño from
the Washington Chronic is here

for your interview.
Mexican bureau chief?

I'll be there in a second.

Details.

It was all Ms. Sandoval.
Oh.

Well, let's hear it.

No, I just, uh,
asked INR to find

the American cybersecurity firm
that Mexico wants

to contract, Kizlet Programming,
and then I made

a super solid deal
with their CEO, Kenny Fisk.

He guaranteed
that any tech Kizlet shares

will be completely traceable
and can be disabled remotely

at a moment's notice.
CYBERCOM signed off

in, like, five seconds.
It was barely even a thing.

Usually, those private sector
guys, they hate working

with the government.
Tell me about it.

So I Facebooked Fisk.

Found he's deep
into Neal Stephenson.

That doesn't ring a bell.

Yeah. No. Sci-fi author.

He wrote Cryptonomicon.

No.
Anathem?

Mm.
Um, Seveneves.

Wow.

Still no bells? Okay.

Now I know your Christmas gift.

Anyway, Fisk and I were way
in the weeds about

the reconstructed society aboard
the Cloud Ark in Seveneves.

So, now he's pretty much
my little nerd buddy.

(chuckles)

It's all about
relationships, right?

Good job, Kat.

Thank you, ma'am.

ELIZABETH:
I actually have

some breaking news for you.

Hmm.

President Zaragoza
is moments away

from signing
an extradition agreement.

Sergio Macias is coming
to the United States.

Did Mexico demand
any concessions?

Yes, of course.

We've agreed to relax
some of our...

trade provisions
around...

cybersecurity software.

Defensive software
or cyberweaponry?

I'm not really prepared
to comment about that yet...

Are you concerned that if Mexico
obtains American cyberweapons,

they might fall into the hands
of bad actors?

No, we have faith
in the Mexican government.

Really?

You've had guarantees before,

and yet American guns

have still got into the
hands of cartel members.

Other than
trade provisions,

does the U.S. have any solutions
to fight the cartels?

I mean, after all, it is...

government corruption
that allows them to thrive.

We've been advising
President Zaragoza

to pursue
anti-corruption measures.

And, off the record...

(beeps)

You're not wrong.

Excuse me?

We're never gonna beat
the cartels

as long as Mexican government
officials stay on their payroll.

What more can
the U.S. do?

Mexico is our neighbor

and one of our most reliable
allies and trade partners.

We can't just...

force them into
rooting out corruption.

It's like having a best friend
who won't stop robbing banks.

We are doing everything we can,

but...

thankfully, there are
tough reporters like you

who are holding the Mexican
government accountable.

Because ultimately,

I think it just might be
the Fourth Estate

that brings about change.

(chuckles)

(laughs)

(helicopter blades whirring)

♪

(automatic gunfire)

(chuckles)

(laughs)

♪

The extradition was rushed.

DALTON: All due respect,
President Zaragoza,

but I don't see how more time
would have stopped

a helicopter loaded with RPGs.

Well, then perhaps it
never should have happened.

21 Federales were killed
in the attack.

I am sorry.

Their loss is a tragedy.

I pledge our full support
in bringing Macias to justice.

We're already coordinating
with your DEA in Mexico City.

I have instructed them
to provide whatever resources

you need for the search,
but... our cyberweapons deal

is suspended until the
extradition is back on track.

The cartels undermine
our relationship, Conrad.

In many ways. I regret that.

So do I.

But I'll feel a lot better
when Macias is back in prison.

We will keep you apprised.

Thank you, Mario.

(sighs)

That was awkward.

DYLAN:
After a deep investigative dive

into each member
of the Gang of Eight,

we have three winners
for most Russia connections:

Senate Majority Leader
Beau Carpenter,

Representative Drew Emerick,

Senator Carlos Morejon.

An all-star list
of D.C. powerhouses.

Nothing illegal

vis-à-vis Russia,
but connected enough

that it could point
to something more.

Our plan is to send

a classified brief
to each congressman

saying high-level
intelligence agents are meeting

in Afghanistan
day after tomorrow,

4:00 Afghan time.

We give each congressman

a different location
for the meeting.

So for Emerick...

...it's in Kunar Province.

Morejon...

Parwan.

Carpenter...

Nimruz.

We'll fly surveillance drones
over each location.

If we see a Taliban presence...
We'll have our Judas Iscariot.

Let's go ahead, see what we get.

What gorgeous walnut paneling.

Imagine it
with something brighter.

That'd just
open it right up.

Oh, so, does State
have anything to do

with catching
this cartel guy, Macias?

I can't answer any
classified questions, Dad.

Ah.
That's a yes.

(laughs)
Okay,

here's a D.C. insider
question for you. Mm-hmm?

What do you think
of Shaw?

Is that an up-and-coming
neighborhood?

Oh, it's arrived.

The streets are lined
with gastropubs.

Ah. We're thinking of,
uh, buying a condo

as an investment.
What?

The real estate market
here is very spicy.

Oh. Uh, well, yeah.

I mean, Shaw's fantastic.

It's... This is my desk,
by the way. Mom.

Oh. Um, yeah, Shaw's
really pretty,

um, it's close to
the metro, it's...

Yeah, it's great.

Well, how would you...

like to live there?

(chuckles)
Why, I'd love to, but...

Are you buying me a condo?

Like a PlayStation
for my birthday?

Oh, we're buying
it anyway.

Yeah, don't touch.
Now, if you want

to contribute, you can just give
us what you pay in rent now.

Yeah, the open
house is tomorrow.

Okay, this is feeling
like charity.

Well, you're
the one who said

your apartment was
a "postage stamp."

Y-Yeah, but it's
my postage stamp.

And I pay fair-market value for it.
We just thought

you would like
a thousand-square-foot...

Two-bedroom.
...two-bedroom

with a
walk-in closet.

Yeah.
Hardwood floors.

(mouthing)

When's the open house?

ELIZABETH:
Well, there's no mistaking it--

you must be Fred and Edie Moran.

Yes? Mom, Dad, this is, um,

Elizabeth--
Secretary McCord.

So nice to meet you. Elizabeth...
Madam Secre-- something.

Secretary McCord. We've heard so
many wonderful things about you.

Oh. Well, thank you. I've...

Oh. Kat?

Kat Sandoval,
my new policy advisor.

And Matt Mahoney, my speechwriter.
Hi.

Hi.
My parents.

Oh. Hello.
Hi, Blake's mom.

I'm amazed at how large
this place is.

How many employees?

I think 30,000.

Well, Kat just joined
us, so 30,001.

Ah. That's a lot of
pension and health plans.

No wonder you can't
pay much up front.

Dad.

What? What?
Sh-She's aware.

Oh, well,
it's a living wage.

But you're absolutely right--
it doesn't nearly match

the value
of our employees.

Yup.

I mean, uh...

uh, yeah,
it's a shame.

But it's a good stepping-stone, right?
Yeah, stepping-stone.

All right, let's go...
let's go, uh, this way.

This way...
You know, I just wanted to say

that Blake is one
of the most capable people

I've ever worked with.

The sky is the limit
for a guy like him.

So in-in D.C. terms,
that's low six figures?

All right, nice to meet you.
Here we go. Going this way.

(indistinct chatter)

That's Jay. My parents.
Hi. Great to meet you.

Sorry, I have to...
Yep.

There's something
you need to see.

What's going on?

Two-thirds of our continent
is looking for this guy,

and he gives an interview
to an American newspaper.

Well, I don't think
too many cautious types

end up becoming
drug lords.

(chuckles)

(sighs):
Hell of a scoop.

Briseño's more impressive
than I thought.

KAT:
Um, this interview

isn't even all of it--
he wrote this long exposé

on corruption
in the drug war.

He names Mexican
politicians on the take,

U.S. border agents who
look the other way.

He even lays out
how Macias gets American guns.

Macias can't be too happy
about that.

(scoffs):
Yeah.

Yeah, Macias and his ilk

are only happy when inflicting
pain and suffering.

They kill and rape
without compunction,

they wreak
generations of trauma

wherever they gain influence.

And if I told you
of the grotesque crimes

that the cartel's committed
in the idyllic little...

Oaxacan town
where my father grew up,

we would all be lying
on the floor,

huddled in the fetal position,

weeping like
frightened toddlers.

Buy me a drink, and I'll
tell you how I really feel.

Ma'am. The president
wants to see you.

(laughing)

How many more times
can Sergio Macias

stick his thumb in my eye?

The Justice Department will
get into it with this reporter,

shake something loose.

I wouldn't count on him
giving up his sources.

Well, maybe a contempt citation
will make him rethink

his principles.
It won't. I've met him.

Then we fight him in court.

He can't invoke
reporter's privilege

if it's a criminal case.

And by the time we get a ruling,
it'll be too late.

Let me talk to him.

I think I can get him to cooperate.
And why is that?

We bonded.

MIGUEL: Look, I couldn't
tell you where he was hiding

if I wanted to.

They blindfolded me
and put headphones over my ears.

Well, you could...

give me the device
you recorded him on.

It is not my job to make things
easier for powerful people.

That's true.

But your principles
won't save you

when you're arrested
for contempt of court.

AG could have you
on an FBI plane

back to Washington tonight.

No, I-I... I need more time
before that happens.

More time to do what?

(quietly):
I can't say.

But it's the kind of reporting
that could really change things.

♪

You're living dangerously.

Excuse me?
(laughs)

Leaving a girl alone
at a bar like this?

I've already
turned down two drinks

and a weekend in Atlantic City.

(both laugh)

Well, sorry,
I-I got hung up at work,

and then the metro
was slow, and...

Never mind that.
You look beautiful.

Uh, what are
you drinking,

and how do you
like Atlantic City?

(laughs)

Nice recovery.

A-plus.

So, uh, what was...
what was happening

at the war college?

Did my... did my dad
keep you after class, or...?

No, just... stuff.

Oh. Well, stuff. Wow.

(chuckles)
Sounds important.

Is everything okay?

This...

is-is probably
a bad idea.

I was gonna tell
you that up front,

but then you were...
you are...

funny and... beautiful.

Are you worried about this
because you work with my dad?

Yes.

Okay, look...

Um, here.

Both my parents work
for the government,

so if I avoided everyone
that they work with,

(laughs):
I would have to leave town

to date, and...

just, you know,
live life in general.

If you're really worried,
I know how to do this.

Date?

Sneak.

(chuckles): I mean,
at least until we figure out

what this is gonna be.

And what do you want this to be?

Fun?
(chuckles)

I just got my heart broken, so
I'm not really up for anything

that involves family,
negotiations

or long discussions
about validation

and personal space.
(both laugh)

So, you know, if you want
to keep it casual and...

secret,

I'm your girl, Alexander.

Unless you're married
or something.

No. Not... No.

Not married.
(laughing): Okay, good.

Feel like we should probably
know things like that

about each other.

Okay, well, ask me anything.

I'm an open book.

Hmm, okay.

Where are you from,
originally?

Baltimore.

That was a joke.

(both laugh)
Oh.

Okay.

You got me.

Do you want a drink?

Oh, no, I-I don't.

Uh, just club soda.

A Russian
who doesn't drink?

Yeah. That's, uh, that's
why they kicked me out.

Really?
(laughs)

(laughing):
No! Damn it.

MARC:
So you said "I need more time,"

and she just said "Okay"?

Well, first, she warned me again

that I might get grabbed
by the FBI.

(laughing):
That's nice of her.

Our budget for bail money
is pretty strained.

(laughs) Yeah, well,
I don't think the FBI

would let me bail out.

All right, pedal
to the metal, and, uh,

whatever resources you need.

(sighs)

Thanks, Marc. Good night.

(muffled screaming)

(Dmitri laughs)
STEVIE: That's, I mean, I guess.

But I don't know.
DMITRI: No. Okay.

Breakfast cereal, disgusting.

Sweetened iced tea,
disgusting.

STEVIE: That's fair, that's fair.
In fact,

everything you call tea here,

disgusting.
Mm.

But the worst, the worst:

peanut butter.

(laughing):
Peanut butter?

(imitates belching)
You don't like peanut butter?

That's like the best
American idea

since, um...

jazz.
(laughs)

I-- but, probably
before jazz.

That's, that's w...
You get the idea.

No, that's weird.

Why would you spread
peanuts on bread?

It's delicious.

(chuckles)

I mean, I don't know
what else to say.

(laughs)

Aw...

I should probably go home.

But, um...

You know, maybe next time,
you can... ask me out.

What do you think?

What?

Are you serious?

We just had one of the all-time
greatest first dates.

Didn't we?

We did.

My dad is not gonna fire you
for going out with me.

It's more complicated than that.
He's a very rational person.

All I can say

is that it's been
a wonderful night,

and I wish...

It's not that complicated.

(laughs softly)

Okay.
(chuckles)

MARC:
Miguel was always

the first one in the newsroom
and the last one out.

On a few occasions, I found
him asleep on his desk

in the middle
of a story.

He was a rare
breed, uh,

old-school, relentless

and unwaveringly principled.

The world is a poorer place
without Miguel Briseño.

MARC: I've lost count
how many reporters

were killed in Mexico this year.

Eleven?

Fourteen.

(sighs)

They guarantee
you freedom of the press.

If you kill a reporter
for doing his job...

There hasn't been a single
prosecution, not one.

Miguel is an
American citizen.

We're not gonna let
his killers go free.

But I need your help
to catch them.

(laughs softly)

You still want his notes?

Anything you're willing to give.

I keep thinking, even now,
Miguel wouldn't have helped you.

Even to solve
his own murder,

he would've
stuck to his guns

and told you no.

But I am not that principled.

BROKER:
And this is

the second bedroom.

Kind of perfect
to start a family.

That's a little
cart before the horse.

You'll find someone.

Blake is bisexual, so,
twice the playing field.

Oh, my God.

So, is this
a load-bearing wall?

I'll check.

Oh, imagine what you
could do in that kitchen.

I'm sure, but, guys, don't you
think this is a little much?

Ah. It's a modest
two-bedroom apartment

for a young
professional.

I knew this was gonna happen.
What?

Well, you've been
an assistant for too long.

It got up
in your head.

You don't think
you're worthy of bigger things.

(laughing):
What is so shameful

about wanting to live
within my means?

Well, I'm not just talking
about an apartment.

You used to want
to do things and change things.

You know, some would view
the morning that I spent

preparing a binder
on global water shortages

so we don't have a catastrophe
in sub-Saharan Africa

as doing more
to help the world

than balancing a spreadsheet
for some mutual fund.

No one is doubting
the work you're doing.

We just want you to reach
for more for yourself.

I've been talking to my friend
Tim Williams. Oh, Tim...

His cousin runs a political
consulting firm, and they think

a guy with your experience would
be a great asset for them.

Dad, there is nothing,
nothing more insufferable

than spending all day
with some overpaid policy bro.

You would be doing
the same work you're doing now,

with a chance to advance,
to move up in the world.

We're just asking
you to consider it.

That's all
we're asking.

Oh. (laughing)

(laughing):
I... I get it.

You're buying me an apartment

so you can leverage me
into doing what you want.

Leverage? No one is leveraging you.
No, we just want...

Guys. Come on, guys. No, come on.
Come on. Please.

I am happy. Can't you see
that I'm happy?

I have a...
I have a great life.

I have a great job.

I have a...
small studio apartment

that gets way too hot
in the summer, but...

We think that you should...

Probably want...
I know what you think.

I know what you think,
and I respect it.

I'm sorry you don't respect me.

No, that's... Look...
Blake, that's ridiculous.

How could you even...?

But good luck
with the investment, all right?

(scoffs)
I love you.

I'll call you later.

(sighs)

Good news, ma'am.
No, not good.

Ridiculously
amazing. Go ahead.

Miguel's Briseño's notes
are a treasure trove.

You figured out
where Macias is?

Oh, no, not at all.

That would've been
amazing, too.

However, when
Briseño told you

that his next story could change
things-- big understatement.

Huge, actually.

He learned that-that Macias
has a friend high up

in the Mexican government.

Like nosebleed high up.

We're figuring deputy
level in the judiciary,

something like that.

Which would explain why
Macias is always one step ahead

of the Federales.
Exactly.

Now, we don't have a name
yet, but we do have an alias.

El A guila.
The Eagle.

KAT: Pretty good, right?
As in "sees everything"?

Anyway, Briseño thought
that he was only days

from tracking down this guy's
actual identity.

So you think
we can finish the job?

JAY:
Yes, ma'am.

Miguel discovered the names of
some offshore dummy corporations

that launder El A guila's money.

We have an army
of INR agents, accountants--

basically the
whole department--

sorting out ownership
as we speak.

Once we trace the money
to a name,

El A guila will be el atrapado.

Encarcelado.

All right.
(phone chimes)

And DEA just located Macias.

You are aware this is
a remote intelligence office,

and a U.S. Senator can't just

barge in here. I don't need
you scolding me, Professor.

I came here in an unmarked car

with no security.

Why?

My staff heard about these shady
characters posing as reporters,

asking my PAC donors
how they make their money.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Oh, of course not.

Why would you admit
to doing oppo research on me

to help your wife's career?

Well, that's a hell
of an accusation.

I don't hear you denying.

Of secret things, I am silence.

You always quote the Bible
when you're backed

into a corner? That's the
Bhagavad Gita, actually.

Go with smug. Fine.

I cannot discuss
classified matters

outside proper channels.

That's not smug.
That's the law.

It's also the law
that the CIA is barred

from spying
on American citizens.

I'm getting the attorney general
into this.

So, we heard all of that.

Are we blown?

Is there something
you need to tell me?

Not a chance.

We only used real
freelance reporters

who have no idea
who they've been working for.

It's a total firewall.

So you're telling me the senator
just made a really good guess?

Or this is one of many stops
on a guilty conscience tour.

Except he's right.

Well, the drones
go online tomorrow.

Then we'll know for sure.

Macias's hideout is
in rural Veracruz.

It's a remote home,

but sources say there's a large
bunker underneath the residence.

Cameras are at the entrance,

at least 20 guards
in rotation.

If we raid the compound,

you think
we can pull him out alive,

Admiral?
Yes, I believe we can.

Good. Organize a raid
immediately.

ELIZABETH:
President Zaragoza will

want a Mexican Marine
presence, as well.

I'm sure he would,
but we are not

telling President Zaragoza
about this.

Violating their sovereignty.

DALTON:
It's a surgical strike.

We got bin Laden
without Pakistan.

Mexico isn't
Pakistan, sir.

We're all concerned

about cartel moles inside
Zaragoza's administration.

My team at State is working
at uncovering one as we speak.

But are we really willing
to risk our relationship

with one of our strongest allies
over a cartel leader?

I want Macias in supermax
as much as you do, sir,

but we don't know how Mexico's
gonna react to this.

Mexico wants Macias
locked up, too.

If their feathers do get
ruffled, they'll come around.

We're talking about a lot more
than ruffled feathers.

What if they were to pull out
of our trade agreements?

It could send our economy
into a death spiral.

Do you really think that they
would commit economic suicide?

This whole affair has
proven one thing to me:

we can't trust Mexico
when it comes to Macias.

And I refuse
to let that monster get away

while he destroys
American lives.

Something needs to be done.

We're raiding his compound.

We're doing it alone.

(footsteps approaching)

Got something you
need to talk about?

Why do you ask?

Well, there's no milk
in that coffee.

(chuckles)

(Elizabeth sighs)

Special Forces are moving
into Mexico later today.

Covertly.

Conrad has this...

hawkish streak.

I mean, I get it.
The man was a Marine,

head of the CIA.

But you can usually count
on him to put his guns down

and talk when
the time is right.

You still think this
is about Harrison?

I do.

Well, I can see where
he's coming from.

I mean, look at Dmitri.

He was this ramrod
straight military kid.

He comes to the U.S.

and within a
matter of months,

he's addicted
to oxycodone.

Something needs to be done.

That's exactly what Conrad said
when he ordered the raid.

There isn't a phrase
that scares me more

than "something
needs to be done."

Why?

It means no one
really knows

what to do.
(phone rings)

(kisses)

Love you.

Hello.

Hey, we have eyes
on all three targets.

Uh, we should have results
in a few hours.

HENRY: Good. Be sure to report
any suspicious movement.

Okay, I'll keep an eye out.

Should I cancel your roundtable
in Palo Alto?

Yeah, probably.

If we do this
raid in Mexico,

I'm gonna need a solid week
to deal with the fallout.

Meetings with Gomez,

Zaragoza.

You know what?
Can we take five?

I've never had to actually plan
for a diplomatic crisis.

And it is giving me
a massive headache.

Of course.
(Elizabeth sighs)

Oh, hey. How did the, uh,
the open house go?

I decided the place
wasn't for me.

Really? Why not?

Turns out it was part
of a larger plan

to turn me into a sleazy
political consultant.

They want you to quit State?

It's a much larger conversation,

but, essentially, they want me
to be more than an assistant.

Well, I can understand that.

Blake, you are way too smart
to remain at this level.

Come on, I always imagined

you had a larger goal, right?

(chuckles)
Uh, well, I mean,

in-in my first year here, I kind
of wanted to be a policy guy

like Jay or Jay-adjacent.

And now?

I would like to try

something in planning,

more the organizing--
I don't know.

I don't know. I feel like...
Blake, I'm gonna do you a favor.

In one year I'm gonna fire you.

(laughs)

No, I'm serious.

And you can use that time

to consider what
you want to do next.

If it's at State,

I'll do everything I can
to get you that job.

But if it's not at State,

I will write you the most
glowing recommendation

in human history.

Wow. That's very sweet
of you, ma'am.

And as momentarily terrifying
as that was,

uh, I-I really appreciate that.

Good.

Do I put you firing me
into your calendar?

Yeah, please do.

Okay. Sorry to barge
in again, ma'am.

But we just identified
El Aguila.

And...?

Goes even higher
than the nosebleeds.

It's the secretary of
foreign affairs, Pedro Gomez.

What?

JAY:
Macias was right.

He really does run Mexico.

(sighs)

Special Forces
have been deployed?

They're in the air, ma'am, ten
minutes from Mexican airspace.

Good.

Sir, you need to
cancel this raid.

We've been over this, Bess.

I can't trust Mexico
to arrest Macias.

I completely agree,
you can't.

This is definitive proof

that the Mexican foreign
secretary, Pedro Gomez,

is a paid lackey of Sergio Macias.
What?

RUSSELL:
Where'd you find all this?

Miguel Briseño's editor
gave me his notes

after he was murdered, and
I would bet everything I own

that Gomez
ordered that hit.

Then why stop the raid?

Because we have a real
opportunity here, sir.

If we get Gomez out of power,

and we use our intel
on Macias as leverage,

we can get an
anti-corruption measure

and Macias,
with Mexico's help.

Do you know who Briseño's
sources were?

Diplomats. High-level
government officials

who were outraged by Gomez

and fighting for
a just government.

And with Gomez
out of the picture,

they'll have their chance.

If we don't raid now,
Macias could leave the country.

We both know Macias
isn't the real problem.

Admiral Parker,

abort the raid.

Omega Team, abort.

Immediate abort.

Return to base.

Nicely done.

(exhales)

What do you
want, McCord?

Beau Carpenter's leaking secrets
to the Russian government.

What?
My team has uncovered

an intelligence leak
implicating the Gang of Eight.

Obviously,
I couldn't read you in

until we knew
who was guilty,

but now we're confident
it's the majority leader.

Beau and Russia, why?

I have no idea, but it
doesn't really matter why.

Once POTUS gives the order,
he'll be under investigation

by a lot of
assiduous people.

In the meantime,
I need your help.

With what?

(chuckles)
Look,

we haven't exactly
made it a secret that

we don't like each other,
but I also know

that you love this country
and you would do anything

in your power
to keep our secrets.

As chair of the Senate
Intelligence Committee,

you can block information from
reaching Carpenter's desk.

My team is standing by
to brief you.

How about it, Senator?

(men shouting in Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(grunts)

(speaking in Spanish)

We appreciate you sharing
your intelligence with us.

DALTON:
Frankly, Mr. President,

well, after you agreed to arrest
Gomez, we were happy to.

This is the first
significant step

toward eliminating
corruption, yes,

but I fear

there will be many more
painful steps

before we achieve all our goals.

I think your government
anti-corruption bill

will also have
a big impact.

God willing.

And now if you'll excuse me,
I have to get back

to Mexico City.

Bueno suerte, Mario.
Presidente, gracias.

Thank you so much.

Mr. President, pleasure.
Señora.

Well, it's 11:00 a.m.

and we have put away
a drug lord

and a corrupt foreign minister.

That's efficiency.

You should take the rest
of the day off, Russell.

Maybe catch a yoga class.

That's...

the funniest thing
you've ever said to me.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Please, stay
a minute, Bess.

I, uh...

I know when I get up a head
of steam about something,

it can be tough
to get me off it.

Well,

I mean, it turns out
our goals weren't...

mutually exclusive.

They weren't.

And I'm proud of
the work we did today.

But somehow...

it all feels... small.

It's just...

there are so many people
in this country

who are addicted and desperate.

No matter what we do,

thousands of them
are gonna die

before the opioid
crisis gets better.

I've spent...

I can't tell you
how many nights,

wide awake... thinking,

I'm going to get a call
from the Secret Service.

They're gonna be in some town
I've never heard of.

And they're going to tell me
my son is dead.

Conrad, I'm so sorry.

But Harrison is, he's in rehab.

He's getting help.

But that demon will always be
inside him.

It can get him anytime.

And that scares me...
more than anything.

(indistinct chatter)

Late again?

Is this gonna be your thing?

Uh, maybe.
Mmm.

So... what happened to
all those mysterious reasons

that we couldn't
see each other?

Uh, they're still there.

So what made you
change your mind?

(whispers):
I stopped thinking about it.

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