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Hey, Sherry. I'm Elizabeth McCord, and I'm...

_

You're sure this is a swing district?

Trust me. _

This county could decide the whole election.

And it had to be Virginia, huh?

You're from Virginia.

Hey, did you vote today?

Not for you.

Oh.

Okay.

Cute dog.

Hey, Conrad!

One of ours?

At least he got a hug.

Uh, polls close in 20 minutes.

Maybe we should call it quits, ma'am.

Any longer and we might miss the party.

Plus, Blake has some fries in the van.

It's only a party if we win.

One more.

So the fries: straight or curly?

Curly.

Barry, get off the couch!

- Okay. - Get the door!

Hi, Barry, I'm Elizabeth.

I was wondering if you had a chance to vote today.

Lady, I just worked a double shift

and took three buses to get home

because my idiot son drove to Smoothie Shack

with the parking brake on.

Sounds like a no.

Yeah.

As in "no solicitors."

Oh. Uh, uh... Barry.

Just... Can you tell me who you were going to vote for?

My Education, Science and Infrastructure plan

has funding for suburban communities.

And a tax credit for car repair.

So, Barry,

what have you learned from this experience?

Vote by mail.

Next time.

Every time.

Thanks.

We're here.

Wow, Mr. President.

Mrs. McCord...

I mean, Secretary... Madam.

- I, uh... - Need to vote.

Let's go, Barry, let's go.

All right.

Go, Barry, go.

Well, Bess, I think we did all we could.

Yes, sir.

I think we did.

He's gonna love her.

What's not to love?

Except, maybe, the jumping.

Did you talk to the trainer?

Why...

so he can tell us it's about asserting dominance?

I'm the president, and I think it's cute.

You know,

Conrad could stay at the Blair House.

That's like banishing your in-laws to a hotel.

Which I did once.

Besides, it's not every day

you get to unveil Conrad's official presidential portrait.

- Have you seen it? - It's veiled.

Like that ever stopped

you from looking at Christmas presents.

- Yeah, that was one time. - Hope, hey. Come.

You know, just because Eisenhower

was Conrad's favorite doesn't mean you have to redecorate.

Wh... I like Ike.

I've always liked Ike.

- Watch out! - Hope!

- Oh! - Oh, no... Oh.

Oh!

- Hope, no. - No, no, no.

I'm-I'm so sorry, Madam President.

- Dr. McCord. - She tripped me.

- No. - It's not your fault, Andy.

- Oh, no. - Oh, my God.

Don't move it.

- Wh-What? Like a-an accident victim? - I don't know.

Yeah.

Okay, let's just see what's going on here. Um...

It's not too bad.

Uh, it's just a deviated, uh,

smashed nose.

Henry, it's a one of a kind.

- I'll call the Smithsonian. - Okay.

Oh, uh, ma'am, the 4-H kids are waiting in the Oval.

Oh! Is that Ike?

And after the photo spray with the kids,

you'll be receiving the credentials

of the Philippines' new ambassador.

Eisenhower was once stationed in the Philippines.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

Where are the kids?

What...

Children?

Children? They were right here.

I sent them home.

They smelled like a barn anyway.

Who gets a medal for milking goats?

Morning. What's the occasion?

We have a national security situation

that requires your immediate attention.

What about?

Daisy Grant.

Her name is Claudine Bernard, and she's a French national.

Ms. Grant failed to disclose contact

with her during the campaign.

Sounds like a problem for OPM.

I wish it were that simple.

My client has information pertinent to the Iran hack

that took place during the election.

Ms. Bernard told me that she had dirt

on President McCord's opponent, Senator Beauregard Miller.

And how did you respond?

I think I said "Okay"?

I mean, honestly, it barely registered.

I was pretty distracted at the time.

It was only a few minutes

after the altercation shown on that video.

But she handed me this.

Did you examine the contents?

Yes.

It contains court documents revealing Senator Miller

was engaged in an extra-marital affair with an intern,

and had fathered a child with her

and had asked his deputy chief of staff to claim paternity.

You mean the exact documents

that were obtained in the Iran hack.

Yes, but at the time I didn't know where they came from.

Valerie Guillen published those documents in The Chronicle

on the morning of July 16th.

Less than 12 hours after you obtained them.

I didn't leak them.

My client is here of her own volition.

And I will remind you that coincidence is not a crime.

This is a bombshell that could have tipped the election.

Are we really supposed to believe

that you just put it in a cupboard?

Yes.

And FYI, it was a drawer.

How long have you known?

Daisy came to me last night.

After consulting with Olivia, I told her

to go to the FBI.

Justice has an independent investigation

into Iran's efforts to influence our elections

and they've empaneled a grand jury.

This seemed material.

I'd say.

Normally, there'd be a firewall

between you and the investigation.

But this is clearly an exception.

After taking appropriate steps,

we all agreed that it was time to read you in.

I have a lot of questions.

Start with the obvious.

Did Daisy commit a crime?

Well, if she's telling the truth, no.

But if she leaked the file,

she may be liable under campaign finance laws.

Even then, they'd have to prove

that she knew the information was hacked.

So, as far as we know,

the only thing she did wrong

was fail to report the encounter at the time.

Technically, an omission on her SF86.

Which isn't even illegal. It's a finger wag

- from the OPM. - The issue here isn't legal jeopardy,

it's public perception.

Tell her.

Well, per Justice rules,

the FBI has until tomorrow

to disclose this finding to the Senate.

And you think that Hanson will leak it.

Press Secretary.

Secret flash drive. Foreign agent.

By the time he runs it through his Conspiratron 5000,

it'll look like you were twerking with the Ayatollah.

I have to admit, the timing looks bad.

I mean, isn't there anybody

who can corroborate Daisy's story?

Well, there are only two other people

who know what really happened.

This French lady Ms. Bernard

and Valerie Guillen, the Chronicle reporter

who originally broke the Miller story.

Well, I imagine Guillen won't reveal her source.

The Grand Jury has issued a subpoena, but...

She's hugging the First Amendment

like a ficus on Arbor Day.

Well, that leaves Ms. Bernard.

Obviously, she's an Iranian agent.

DNI Ware is on it now.

So far, all we know is that she transferred

from the embassy here in D.C.

back to Paris last month.

Well, look, let's tell Ephraim that I want the entire IC on it.

Any resources he can spare.

And let's get Secretary Thompson,

- lean on the French for cooperation. - Yes, ma'am.

I want to know the minute we find Ms. Bernard.

We need the truth, wherever it leads.

For now, it's just business as usual.

Thank you.

Uh... Oh.

Well, I...

I think we can rule out glue.

Well, can you do some kind of patch job?

President Dalton's portrait unveiling is in two days.

I'll triage as best I can.

Okay. Thanks.

All right. What's next, Evan?

Well, since you and Stevie are still under subpoena,

Olivia Mason sent an update on the Senate investigation.

Oh, good. I could use some light reading.

It's on your desk, along with the usual

uh, barrage of mail.

More jokes about my sex life?

Plenty. But you're also invited to a naturalization ceremony.

Dmitri Petrov. Says he knows you.

RSVP that I'll be there.

Uh, and set up a coffee.

- I want to catch up with him. - Copy that.

Sorry. Charley horse.

Uh, the president's here.

The old one. Th-The former one.

Well, also older.

He's two hours early.

Ma'am.

Falcon landing.

Mr. President!

Madam President.

Henry.

Hello, sir.

Lookin' good. I love the hair.

Yeah, shades of the summer of '67.

- It's great to see you both. Russell. - Aw.

How'd they lure you out of retirement?

I asked.

And Carol agreed not to kill me.

Hey, I reserved nine holes for us at Fort Belvoir.

Can't wait.

Almost forgot.

You brought Gertrude.

Ten years in the closet, still plays sweet as ever.

I'm, uh, polishing up a song

I'm writing for my album.

Did I tell you about my album?

So it's basically a conceptual folk project for kids.

A lot of work, but Lydia's been very patient.

How is Lydia?

Sorry she couldn't make it.

Yeah, she sends her best,

and, uh, believe me, she's had enough time

in this place to last a lifetime.

But, who knows, maybe, uh, being back here

will be the spark I need to finish that last song

before I do the interview with Bob Schieffer.

I thought you weren't doing media.

Eh, just to promote the album.

And, you know, it turns out Schieffer's a honky-tonk guy.

No kidding.

Oh, uh, Madam President, Mr. President.

Uh, DNI Ware and Director Banks need to see you.

- Uh... - Well, I'm guessing that scratches

- our golf game. - I'm out of practice anyway.

Dinner tomorrow night, right?

- Can't wait, yeah. - Great.

Did we get Bernard?

No, ma'am.

French DGSI traced her to a farmhouse outside of Tours.

But when the local gendarmerie

raided the place, they came up empty.

Then why are we here?

Because I think we found her.

A phone recovered at the farmhouse

gave us a working theory,

which NSA facial recognition

just confirmed.

She's in Tehran.

Yeah, we're still working out how she got there.

But, for the moment, it's safe to say

Claudine Bernard is out of reach.

Well, we could have Secretary Thompson

put out a feeler, request an interview.

They'll refuse.

We'll have shown our hand for nothing.

When do you have to put in

your letter of disclosure to the Senate?

About Daisy?

1700 tomorrow.

Huh.

Thank you.

- Ma'am. - Madam President.

Claudine Bernard was our best shot

at exonerating Daisy.

But there's still time to get in front of it.

Blake.

Yes, ma'am?

I need to see Daisy.

Alone.

Ma'am.

- Ma'am, if I may... - I've been

briefed on your situation.

I didn't leak it.

Oh, boy, I want to believe you, Daisy.

But when that French woman gave you the flash drive,

when the story broke, you stayed silent.

I need to know why.

Because he's a monster.

Who?

Senator Miller.

The story broke the day after I got the file.

If I'd gone to the FBI, how would that look?

The way it does now.

Bad.

You should have disclosed it.

And had it been any other candidate, I would have.

But Miller's a racist, a bully and a liar.

I did nothing wrong.

But I knew that he would lie and distort and say that

it was clear evidence that you were colluding

with a foreign agent.

And because of his stature as a Republican nominee,

millions of people would have believed it.

And had those lies sunk your campaign and he got elected,

I wouldn't have been able to look my daughter in the eye.

I don't need you to protect me.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but it's my job to protect you.

And against a guy like Miller,

you can't play by the rules.

I know it felt like that,

but it wasn't your choice to make.

I didn't leak that file.

And I never imagined

that Claudine would be working for Iran.

But I did know that staying silent would have consequences.

Madam President...

...I'd like to offer my resignation.

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What do you mean you said no?

Resigning would have ruined Daisy's career.

- Yeah, so can prison. - What... you think she did it?

It doesn't matter what I think.

This is an open wound going septic.

It's time to amputate.

She's taking a leave of absence

until the whole thing blows over.

- And you're on board with this? - Absolutely.

Power stems from loyalty.

If Elizabeth jettisons Daisy

at the first sign of trouble, she'll look weak.

And if Daisy drags her down, she'll look dead.

What happens when this leaks?

Director Banks won't brief the Senate until tomorrow night.

We still have runway. And until

I have reason to believe that Daisy is lying,

I am not gonna ruin her reputation

to score political points.

Okay, okay, Pollyanna, but in the meantime,

Bernard is scarfing kebobs in Tehran

and the only person who knows what happened

is this reporter Guillen.

Valerie Guillen is under subpoena.

Due in court tomorrow at noon, which means

she can reveal her true source before the FBI

discloses Daisy's confession to the SSCI.

Have you met reporters?

'Cause they're not exactly limber

when it comes to freedom of the press.

Except that the grand jury proceedings are secret.

So, in theory, Guillen can reveal her source

without any negative consequences.

A nuance that will be lost

on her friends in the media and me.

So, what's your move, sport?

Nix the subpoena on Guillen, drop Daisy and move on.

I can't nix the subpoena.

POTUS can't interfere in a DOJ investigation.

By tradition, not law. The attorney general serves

- at the pleasure. - I've made my decision.

We hold the line and hope that Valerie

- exonerates Daisy tomorrow. - And if she doesn't?

We reevaluate.

She's earned that much, at least.

I require calories.

Chips?

Ugh.

Vegetable?

Cindy's cracking down on contraband.

Wish I could make her take a leave of absence.

Oh, hey. I'm sorry about Daisy.

She'll be back. You seen Conrad?

I think he went to bed.

You sound confident.

The Chronicle reporter, Valerie Guillen,

has a subpoena to appear before the grand jury at noon tomorrow.

And what if she refuses to testify?

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

And you realize that bridge leads to imprisonment.

Of a reporter for doing her job.

So I've been told, but it's out of my hands.

Can't...

Oh, Henry. That face.

You mean the face of a dog who tried to murder

our 34th president?

Oh, God. You're on that, right?

Uh, yes. There's a world-renowned art conservator

in the Green Room as we speak named Jax.

He's gonna try using a 3-D printer.

Jax. I feel better already.

Is it wrong that the A.G.'s going after Guillen?

Well, politics aside...

you have to ask what impact this could have on the press.

I mean, there's an event horizon

where reporters will start thinking twice

about publishing anonymous sources.

Well, if they come from an illegal hack,

maybe they should.

Is that what I think it is?

He's not half bad.

But it is more than half weird, right?

Last fall, he was doing six rallies a week,

plus he had a pretty big day job.

And now he's doing a concept album

for kids? Come on.

I was worried it was something with the marriage.

I know. Me too.

After Lydia mysteriously cancels?

It is a big deal to miss the portrait unveiling.

It's a major transition, leaving office.

I-I... There's gonna be strain.

Hey. We'll be fine.

Good. 'Cause if anything happens,

I'm keeping the dog.

Mm. Oh, yeah.

President Dalton's official portrait

arrives in the Green Room this afternoon.

The program for the unveiling will be released shortly.

I have time for a couple more.

What's your reaction to the latest numbers from Quinnipiac?

They're a historic low

for any president at this stage.

President McCord doesn't shy from adversity.

She's in for the long haul.

Last one. Frank?

Uh, any word on when

Daisy will be back or why she took that leave?

That's two. And no. Thank you.

Angela.

Hey, Valerie. What's up?

I'd like to speak to Mike Barnow.

I'd ask your predecessor, but someone hid her away.

Do I look like a page?

A little.

Ms. Guillen.

This is an unusual request.

I'd offer you a seat, but you're due in court in half an hour.

I have a message for your boss.

You're looking to bargain,

you should start with the U.S. attorney.

I'll just skip the line

to the chief executive, if it's all the same.

- Fire away. - Tell her that I will never,

under any circumstances, reveal my source.

You save that for the judge.

And give legitimacy to that court?

I won't be attending the hearing.

They'll hold you in contempt.

Then I'll be writing from jail.

I've already cleared it with my editor.

Ooh, you got to admit,

should be one hell of a story.

Maybe even book deal worthy.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I want to speak directly to you

about a story that leaked today

regarding my press secretary,

Daisy Grant.

Where's Valerie?

Uh, I'm gonna take questions at the end.

Thank you. As you know,

Daisy Grant remains under investigation

for a possible leak, um...

of hacked material to the press,

which is a potential violation

of campaign finance laws.

What you don't know is that she is cooperating fully,

and I am confident that she'll be ultimately cleared

of any wrongdoing.

Where's Valerie Guillen?

That's a question for the DOJ.

Daisy will remain on leave until this case

is properly adjudicated.

- And in... - Where's Valerie?

Where's Valerie?

Where's Valerie?

- Where's Valerie? - Where's Valerie?

- Where's Valerie? - Where's Valerie?

Look, I appreciate your loyalty

to one...

- Where's Valerie? - Where's Valerie?

Where's Valerie?

Where's Valerie?

Where's Valerie?

You could have heard a pin drop.

Well, they made plenty of noise once they got outside.

Yeah, circling the wagons to whine about freedom.

It never gets old.

Except Valerie Guillen is in jail for contempt,

not for anything she published.

This is about finding the truth,

not about censorship.

Pass the romanesco.

You know,

I've been trying to grow this in my garden.

Takes a lot of TLC.

Well, I don't know where we go from here.

I believe Daisy,

but this First Amendment standoff

could go on indefinitely.

Meanwhile,

half of Congress is rushing to judgment,

calling for my scalp.

Sir, if you could, uh, put in a positive word

during your appearance to promote your album,

may help.

That reminds me.

Couple of things I should, uh, share with you

that might come up in the interview.

First, I'm gonna be a grandpa.

What? Wow.

- What? - Yeah.

Harrison and...

And his girlfriend is going to have a baby.

- Oh! - Oh, wow.

Lydia's with her now.

That's why she couldn't be with us, so...

- Oh. - There was

a bit of a scare,

but, um, she's out of the woods now, so...

- Good. - I wanted

to tell you, but I didn't get permission

until about an hour ago.

Wow. So, when's she due?

November. Special month.

- That's fantastic. - Fantastic.

- Congratulations. Wow. - Thank you.

And second,

I am going to be joining UNICEF

as its next executive director.

- Oh! - Wow.

- That's perfect. Oh! - Yes.

- I mean... - Wow.

- That's great. - Yeah. I'm sure

that, uh, between the hair and, uh, the guitar,

you probably thought my next step

was gonna be, uh, playing for tips

- on the coffeehouse circuit. - I was wondering.

Toast.

To your new job.

And the next generation.

Hear, hear.

Our kids better procreate.

Oh, the sooner, the better.

That was big news tonight.

Yeah, seriously.

Glad it wasn't trouble with Lydia.

What?

I don't know.

I guess I was wanting some advice.

The guy was with me every day of the campaign.

I just assumed it would be...

the same while I was president.

Well,

I know you're not asking me,

but that event horizon we talked about?

It's here.

It's an independent judiciary, Henry.

Article II, section 2, clause 1.

The presidential pardon.

You could free Valerie with one stroke of the pen.

And give up on answers?

Because once she walks, that's it.

Daisy's career is over.

And you can forget about finding the hackers.

You know, the ones who attacked our democracy?

A democracy that depends on the press.

You want closure?

Something's got to give.

Well, it won't be me.

I'm gonna take a bath.

Elizabeth.

Can we do more zoo tomorrow?

Buckles wants to see the lions.

Yes, let's do it.

Good night, Simba.

- Mama? - Yes?

I like you home.

Me, too, pumpkin.

Good night.

A lot of people are finding these revelations

of a connection between Daisy Grant

and an Iranian agent troubling.

Understandably. This goes beyond

any sense of unease over having a weak president.

We're talking about a McCord fangirl

who doesn't say boo without her boss's permission.

The investigation in the Senate is still ongoing,

but it sounds like you're implying

President McCord was responsible for coordinating this hack.

We're simply connecting the dots.

When we finish,

we're going to take action.

Can you be more specific?

Not a member of the House, but if I were,

I would say the facts merit a resolution.

Of impeachment?

What else?

Oh, my God.

Russell.

Oh, is this about the pandas?

Because zoo funding is in committee next week.

Pandas don't need my help.

They're cute, industrious

and, unlike you, don't crap the bed.

Then how can I help you?

You floated a word last night.

Impeachment.

Ironically, to comment on an investigation that you leaked.

Is that an accusation?

Call it a warning.

You're playing with fire.

I'm not the one throwing journalists in jail.

Fine. You want to poison

the country with a snakebite

on a duly elected president, be my guest.

You'll get slaughtered in the midterms.

I'm just a senator, Russell.

- Impeachment starts in the House. - Yeah.

Where the puppets dance to your strings.

Don't play coy.

We have the votes.

Dream on.

Two fractured parties and a rabble of independents.

What are the odds you can unite them

against the woman who passed ESI?

With Daisy Grant still employed in the White House,

I think our odds are just fine.

Mom,

what's on my toast?

Uh, romanesco.

It's like broccoli but weird.

Oh.

- Hmm. - How's work?

I don't know. Is Valerie Guillen still in prison?

I'm taking flack, Mom.

It's got nothing to do with you, Stevie.

I work at a human rights organization,

so it has, like, everything to do with me.

Restoration complete.

That's the fastest nose job in Smithsonian history.

Oh, good.

Wait, what happened?

Oh, it's a long story. Ask Hope.

Where is Hope?

I caved.

She's at the trainer.

- Oh. - Conrad's on in a minute.

Oh, uh, Dmitri's naturalization ceremony

is this afternoon.

- Already? - Yeah. 3:00

at the district court on Constitution Ave.

You want to go?

Maybe. I-I mean,

I'm pretty tied up with this child labor case in Senegal.

Also, associating with a totalitarian thought suppressor.

Sorry. Not all of my colleagues call you that.

Oh, there he is. Turn it up, please.

Mr. President, was your decision to take this new job

motivated by becoming a grandfather?

Absolutely. It reminded me

that there's nothing more important

than working on behalf of children.

Well, as a proud grandpa myself, I can tell you

it's pretty much the only thing in life

that's as good as people say it is,

- so welcome to the club. - Thank you.

I understand you're, uh, staying at the White House

- during this trip. - Yeah.

I, uh, I didn't have enough points

to stay at the Hilton, so...

Well, it must be a nice change

and a chance to catch up with your prot�g�.

You mean my successor.

Well, President McCord is in some hot water right now.

I'm-I'm just wondering

if you timed this trip

to offer advice.

Come on, advice?

The last thing Elizabeth McCord needs is my advice.

Her judgment is impeccable and her honor, unimpeachable.

And yes, I said unimpeachable, Senator Hanson.

Because

I trust her more than I trust myself,

and if anyone can get through this farce of an investigation,

it is she.

And she doesn't need any input from me or from any of you.

Because if anyone can handle this sexist crap, it's she.

- I hear you, Mr. President. - I'm sorry.

I, uh... Baseless attacks on good people kind of...

set me off, I guess.

Well, I know what you mean. Maybe it's time

- for a song. - Thought you'd never ask.

Uh...

This whole record is...

It's for children.

Um, but this lullaby,

I wrote for my son Harrison's future child.

? Close your eyes and go to sleep ?

? The dreams you dream are yours to keep ?

? Close your eyes and sail away ?

? Sail away with me ?

? Close your eyes and rest a while ?

? Let the music make you smile ?

? Close your eyes and sail away ?

? Sail away with me ?

? Sail away with me. ?

I told Olivia to draw up a presidential

pardon for Valerie Guillen.

She'll be released today, so...

I'm glad.

But I know what it cost you.

I tried to push you away from me.

Don't ever let me get away with that.

I'm not gonna make it through this

if you don't tell me when you think I'm wrong,

especially when I'm not listening.

Deal.

But on that note, there is something I need to share.

Oh, please, God, make it be chocolate.

You know the way Conrad said he could trust you completely?

I'm not sure you can say the same about Daisy.

And I do have chocolate.

Well...

What do you mean... about Daisy?

She accepted the flash drive from Claudine Bernard.

She could still be innocent.

It's not a question of guilt. It's a question of judgment.

If you were in her shoes, what would you have done?

- No idea. - Gone to the FBI.

Even if it cost you an election.

Come on, babe.

If there's one thing I know about you...

you are scrupulously honest.

While I appreciate that...

it's not perfectly analogous.

Daisy thought she was protecting me,

and the country from Miller.

It's true.

But...

the inconvenient thing about ethics

is they can't be cherry-picked.

Daisy talked herself into doing something that was wrong.

Don't let that happen to you.

She's more than an employee.

She's my friend.

Then forgive her.

But you're the president,

and you have to let her go.

Fortitude, wisdom and virtue.

These were all names that Conrad Dalton

gave to live goats he released in an Army locker room

during his time at the U.S. Naval Academy.

That young man

probably never imagined that those same

three adjectives would be given to him

without any irony years later,

after a presidency that saw us through

some of the greatest dangers

the world had to offer.

So it is with immense honor

and more than a little anticipation

that I dedicate the official portrait of

President Conrad Joseph Dalton.

Thank you, Madam President.

Always nice to have a reminder of, uh,

how the office ages you.

And, uh,

thanks for bringing Dwight over here.

I, uh, used to enjoy communing with him back when I lived

in this place.

On July 8, 1948,

four and a half years before he would become president,

General Dwight David Eisenhower stood before the U.N.

and spoke out against world hunger.

When children are starving, he asked,

"How can we in the future expect them to be apostles of peace?"

Today, in this time of renewed hate and violence,

that mission is more important than ever.

That's why I'm proud to be opening

a new chapter in my life of service...

Yeah.

Sir.

I want to thank you for defending me the way you did.

Of course.

And I'm sorry if I didn't seem more engaged,

but, uh...

I didn't want to stick my nose in where it doesn't belong.

Well, I... I get that,

but don't be afraid of casting a shadow.

I'll take your advice and stand on my own.

Point taken.

And for what it's worth, you're doing just fine.

So you and Russell gonna get that round in?

You know, think I'm gonna go home.

I miss my wife.

Oh.

Well, you know, she gets a portrait, too, so...

Perfect excuse to come back.

Exactly. Bring the grandbaby.

Will do that.

All right.

- Conrad? - Mm?

Is it great?

Not being president?

Ask me again in a few years.

Daisy?

Daisy, is your leave of absence over?

Good afternoon.

President McCord has invited me back to make a quick statement.

At 12:02 this afternoon, the president issued a full pardon

for the reporter Valerie Guillen,

who was serving time at D.C. Central Detention Facility

for contempt of court.

Her release is expected within the hour.

Now, this...

this part is for me.

I have offered...

and the president has accepted...

my resignation as press secretary.

Growing up, I never believed

I'd get to see a female president,

or any president that I could admire

with my whole heart.

But I not only reached that mountaintop.

I got the chance to work here.

It has been the privilege of a lifetime

to work for Elizabeth McCord.

And a great part of that privilege

has been getting to work with all of you.

When I ask my daughter Joanna

what she wants to be when she grows up,

she doesn't say a vet or a cop or a dancer.

She says a reporter.

Because even my

four-year-old daughter notices how

tirelessly you work to keep our citizens informed

and their government accountable.

And you get to talk back to me on TV.

Okay, I think that's most of it. But still,

I may not always agree with you,

but I respect the work you do.

And I couldn't be prouder of the role you play in our democracy.

So, keep the faith

and fight the good fight.

Ms. Lopez will take your questions now.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Angela?

- Angela? - Angela? Angela?

That looks like fun.

Cheaper than therapy.

I want a meeting with Valerie Guillen, off the books.

Can you make that happen?

You sure?

Yeah.

I like it. Yeah.

- Dmitri. - Hey, Henry!

Thank you for coming.

Talia, it's so good to see you.

- Oh. - Oh, you, as well.

Is, uh, Stevie... She's not...

I guess she didn't make it.

Hey, you know, I love that tie.

- Oh. - You ready for your trip?

- All I need is my passport. - Excuse me.

- Are you the first gentleman? - Yes.

- May I please shake your hand? - Yes, of course.

Hi. Henry McCord. Nice to meet you. Hello.

Nabil. This is my wife, Abeer, and this is Leila.

We are very proud to become citizens.

Especially with your wife as president.

I'll let her know. And we're proud of you, too.

Can you imagine if that Miller was elected?

This day would never happen.

Please take your seats. Court is about to be in session.

Congratulations. You have a beautiful family.

Thank you.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The United States Court for the District

of Columbia is now in session.

The Honorable

Carmen Jones presiding.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Um, I had to get you something.

- Stupid. - Thank you.

And good afternoon.

Hey, it matches.

- Yeah. - I hope everyone

is doing well today.

Now, do you want a boring speech

or do you want to be citizens?

Citizens!

Outstanding.

Please stand, raise your right hand

and repeat after me.

I hereby declare on oath...

I hereby declare on oath...

That I absolutely and entirely...

That I absolutely and entirely...

Renounce and abjure...

Renounce and abjure...

All allegiance and fidelity...

All allegiance and fidelity...

To any foreign prince, potentate, state

- or sovereignty... - To any foreign prince,

potentate, state or sovereignty...

Thank you for coming.

I'd like an apology.

- You first. - Excuse me?

You facilitated an attack on our election with anonymous sources

you couldn't possibly have confirmed.

You put me in jail.

And you put your government in the impossible position

of choosing between justice and freedom.

Apology?

I gave you a pardon.

Daisy has a daughter. She's four.

And now that her mom is leaving,

I can't get her out of my head.

One question.

It's not for the courts, Senate, but for me.

And I swear to you

that your answer will never leave this room.

- Your source... - I can't tell you.

Just need to know it wasn't Daisy.

Please?

It wasn't Daisy.

Thank you.

Hey.

Got word from the Hill.

Hanson seems to be backing off.

Extremist sites are still pushing the collusion angle,

but so far it hasn't crossed over into mainstream press.

Daisy's resignation seems to have done the trick.

For now.

But you feed the wolf, he comes back.

- Gimme. - Okay.

That's for Daisy.

I'm gonna miss her, you know.

Yeah.

Me too.

Stevie's asking for an ETA.

Google says 12 minutes.

Late to your own party.

That's something.

It's only a party if we win.

Well, we have an excuse.

The last-minute heroics with get out the vote.

And whose idea was that?

- Mine. - Mm.

But I recall... I had an accomplice.

Blake, do we have Miller's number?

- Yes, ma'am. - We're fine.

There's no way they'll call the election before we get there.

Except we just won Texas.

And if these results

from Virginia are correct...

Daisy.

Ah.

Lord in heaven. Ma'am, I can't believe

I get to be the first one to tell you this, but...

congratulations, Madam President-Elect.

Yeah!

Well, hey, hey.

Come on.

Oh. Oh.

So the girl won, Mama?

That's right, baby.

She did.

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