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-Oh. -Down!

Down!

She's alive. The bullet hit her abdomen.

She's gonna call, so you're on the phone when she signs the transfer of powers.

Till you find the perpetrator, I am the one the world will blame.

I need a shooter, alive.

-This shouldn't have happened. -Thank you, sir.

-We shall not rest. -Grace!

When we're on the other side of this...

-You want me to go? -Yeah.

I do.

What am I supposed to say to Callum?

He's the point person for the Navy and Downing Street and MI6.

I'm so sorry. I've loved our time together.

-He treats you badly. -These things have two sides.

Did you tell anyone? What Grace did?

I didn't tell him.

The sub may be leaking.

Your PM doesn't trust us with it. My president doesn't trust you with it.

They'd like to bury it.

Stuart. We should live together.

The Americans here should not feel like you fled.

I don't want you coming back with me.

For once in our married life, I'm not gonna be the one

who can rescue us and take the blame for everything.

You have to do it.

Hal, she wants to resume the powers of the presidency.

-You think she's not ready? -Yeah, so she probably should not.

Okay, let me talk to her.

Listen, you just had your midriff cut open.

Why don't you nap for a couple hours? Then we'll do the transfer.

Clear skies over London this evening

before our next wet and windy weather front lifts up from the southwest...

Traffic remains snarled in Whitehall

due to increased security measures imposed in the wake of the shooting

of American President Grace Penn at Windsor Castle last week.

Met Police and...

Should I bring some more of my clothes here?

Up to you.

Well, if this is where we're gonna live, then I will.

But if we're still on the fence...

Whatever you want is fine.

Have you ever been to therapy?

I'm having MED send the embassy a DC-based therapist.

I want somebody in residence for a while.

What's wrong with the redhead?

Well, she covers all of Europe.

She visits each embassy maybe two days a month.

We have more crazy than that on a normal week.

It's been seven days.

The shooter's in hiding.

He's not hanging out in Nine Elms looking for more Americans to pick off.

I'm talking about an emotional phenomenon.

That's why I'm calling in a shrink, not a counter-sniper unit.

Honestly, I think people would find counter-snipers more reassuring.

We are in the same room.

It wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities you put down your phone.

You can get it.

Hi.

Where?

Thank you.

They found him.

I need to move the daily Hal call,

'cause when I talk to him at 10 o'clock at night, I'm totally fried.

All I do is pick fights, which is, like...

not on the critical path.

Ma'am, Met Police found the shooter.

His commanding officer hadn't mentioned any mental health issues,

but according to his family, he'd struggled since he left the service.

They were not surprised to learn that he'd killed himself after he...

Shot you.

They're not sure how he sourced the weapon,

but it's not unheard of to find something like that on the secondary market.

-Motherfucker. -In England?

They tend to surface in Albania,

and then they're shipped to the UK in pieces.

-He'd been living at home... -That's in here.

-Pardon me? -It says that in here.

-In writing. -Yes, it's in the report.

Page four.

-Should I...? -Hmm?

-Shall I continue? -Got anything not in the report?

No.

But if you have any questions, I'm happy...

I'm on page four. I don't know what my questions are.

Thirteen pages to go.

Of course.

Take your time.

You gonna watch me read?

Ma'am, if you prefer, we could continue later after you've had a chance to...

Sorry to interrupt.

You don't look sorry.

Do you wanna step out?

I feel like whatever's on your mind will go down better if I'm in here.

They found the shooter.

Where is she?

-In a meeting. -Who's gonna tell her?

She knows.

She's in a meeting?

On the Hill.

You didn't wanna give her a second to deal with it?

She asked for the meeting.

I think she wanted to get out.

And she asked me to tell you when she was on the Hill.

I think she's afraid if she looks at you, she's gonna lose it. She doesn't wanna...

Please do not explain to me the psychology of my wife.

Who the fuck is he?

Veteran. Young.

-We're extraditing him? -He's dead.

He killed himself. They found him in...

Yeah, he's dead.

No note.

No manifesto.

There's gotta be a Reddit thread somewhere. Or fucking Tumblr.

Yeah, they're looking, but so far, nothing.

So we have no idea why

he shot my wife.

We don't.

Does she sleep?

Some.

I get emails from her.

Three, four in the morning.

Well, now that she's got a dead guy

with zero understanding of what motivated him to put a slug in her,

I bet she sleeps like a baby.

If she doesn't...

What?

Maybe Ambien?

She won't take a painkiller.

We're not gonna get a sedative down her throat.

Hopefully this'll change something.

-If it doesn't, I may ask you to... -To what?

Talk to her.

There's no reason there should be a laptop in the bedroom.

Or a phone.

There's staff outside the door. Anything urgent, they'll wake her up.

She sent her chief of staff to tell me they found the guy who tried to kill her.

Think she's gonna let me lay down ground rules about sleep hygiene?

I'm sure the closure will help.

-I'm getting in the car right now. -I have the vice president for you.

-Now? -You said earlier was better.

-Shit. -Do you wanna take it in the vehicle?

-Um, no. -If you don't have enough time...

-Just put it through. -Hang on.

-Hi. -Hey.

Um, how's she doing?

It's been a tense morning.

Yeah.

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

I mean, considering.

You wanted to talk. I ducked out of a meeting.

Oh, no. This is the call of the day.

Now?

Yeah, I thought, you know, you'd be at your desk having lunch or something.

When have I lunched at my desk?

Well, I don't know. It was Neil's idea.

I'm sorry. I was just trying to, um, you know...

When we talk late at night, I'm...

-Foul? -Yeah.

Evil?

-I'm sorry. -It's okay.

I thought if we did it earlier, I'd be like a flower made of sunshine.

-Nothing on the docket tonight? -No.

I do. I just, um... It's a little later.

Okay.

Yeah, she's, uh... Yeah, she's pretty freaked out.

I thought finding him would make it better, but...

-Yeah, I did too. -Did not.

-She'll get there. -Yep.

It's closure, if nothing else.

-The processing can start. -Yeah, Billie said the same thing.

Yeah.

Yeah?

-Uh, we gotta get a wiggle on. -I'm on with Hal.

-Sorry, sir. I gotta take her. -This is the daily call.

Now?

We're gonna be late.

So, great talking to you.

I'm sorry. Maybe if it's my lunchtime and your breakfast?

Work it out with Priya.

Neil is working it out. That's what got us here.

-Go. -I love you.

-A lot. -I miss you.

Me too.

-This is a problem. -I thought Neil figured it out.

Sometimes when Neil figures it out, we end up with a bigger problem.

Jesus.

Oh, baby.

Baby. Mm.

-Ooh, I'm sorry. -Careful with the abdomen.

So how does it feel?

Babe, there's absolutely no way I'm doing this now.

I would have told you myself,

but I was gonna be on the Hill for two hours,

and I was afraid you'd hear it on the news.

You can take the afternoon off.

That is exactly what eight members of Congress said to me on the Hill,

in loud voices,

to signal that I'm unfit for my post.

"Take the afternoon off."

Billie said you can keep it off the official schedule.

-Uh-huh. -I understand why you sent her to tell me.

It's not an unuseful system. I hate her much less than I used to.

Well, then go hang out in her office.

I can't do this. I can't fall apart now. I'll fall apart for you this evening.

-You have a dinner. -Then right after.

You're not falling apart for me.

I am, because for myself, I'd go through the whole darn day

without indulging in a full-on psychotic break.

Yes.

I just started reading it, literally this moment.

No, Mr. Penn.

Sasha.

Who is Sasha?

The Oval.

-The? -Decorator.

That's why you pulled me out of a conversation with my wife?

It was time.

Mr. Wyler changed some of the artwork,

but most of this is as the president chose it when this was her office.

It might be a useful point of reference for the renovation of the Oval.

Can't we use this?

For the Oval?

She picked it, right?

Yes.

But I think it's an opportunity to grow the look.

If there's anything you know she likes...

Blue.

For the Oval, it's a strong partisan statement.

Is there anything else?

That she likes?

-No. -Just the...

Blue.

-Ambassador. Ms. Park. -Good morning.

Sir, I didn't know you were joining us.

Well, I'm not, but, um...

I wanted to greet you, see how she's doing.

That's very kind.

Austin should be here,

but he's off apologizing to India for something.

We'll be... We'll be fine.

I'll see you in there.

I tried to call several times,

but I imagine she's taking a lighter schedule, recuperating.

I think she just has a, uh, long call sheet.

I've spoken to the secretary of state, obviously, more than once.

Yes, and he appreciates that.

The news about the perpetrator is, I hope...

-Yeah. -Some solace?

I think so.

And I'm sure as the investigation continues

and more information surfaces about the shooter...

-Motive. Mm. -Anything.

The moment I hear news, I share it with you and Ganon.

Of course.

We're telling you absolutely everything.

I told Miguel, anything you need.

-Thank you. -Day or night.

Do you have my personal mobile?

That's not necessary.

Mm. Um, give me your phone.

I'm not gonna shout it out in the corridor.

Uh...

-I can... -No.

-Yeah, I think you took a picture. -Yep.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

A security breach like that is unforgivable.

The public inquiry will be brutal, as it should be.

It's not the Met Police's fault.

Of course it is.

If anyone, Secret Service.

Everyone is going to be doing some soul-searching. Point is...

Oh fuck. Kate, I... I am so sorry.

I'm okay. Everybody's safe.

-All good. -Okay.

Anything I can do.

I appreciate that.

I really do. It means a lot.

Onward?

Buckle up.

Nolan discovered aftershave.

The Greenlink pipeline channels natural gas

from Bacton in Norfolk to Zeebrugge in Belgium,

running 1.2 kilometers from the submarine.

They send tender ships to repair the pipeline once every couple of months.

We can use those to service the burial.

They were out there six weeks ago, but...

with the storms, no one will be surprised to see them again.

I spoke to Friedland.

-From Greenlink. -From Westingpall.

Greenlink is a subsidiary.

And you were frank with him?

Nolan made the connection.

-I've known him for many years. -And you trust him?

He wants my help massaging the 2050 emissions targets, so yes.

And you've, uh...

Yes. We both have.

-No red flags. -You spoke to Brussels?

I did. They don't wanna help without knowing what we're really up to,

but they won't get in the way.

We feel good about the cover story, but timing will be an issue.

Faster is better.

Indeed. Let's tuck in.

I had a question on page 31.

Perhaps 19 first.

-Sorry? -Nolan had a question on page 19.

Ah. Yes.

-The funding structure? -Not the structure.

And do let President Penn know how terribly grateful we are

for her generous offer to split the cost.

Assuming that's still what's on the table.

Of course.

-Is it? -Yes.

Good.

Exceptional. As we thought.

Which means the figure in column D, row 117...

-Mm-hmm. -Column D.

-Yeah. -Yes.

Your estimate puts us at 203.3 million pounds sterling

to bury the submarine,

whereas our estimate...

Uh, where is it?

-F. -Column F.

Uh, do you see?

384 million.

Pounds.

Well, that's the question. I think there's been a conversion mix-up.

Well, theirs is in dollars.

Well, I certainly hope not.

Our estimate's nearly double already. No, 384 million pounds.

Huh.

Probably a clerical error.

I'm so sorry about this. Are we...?

Checking.

-Well, this is embarrassing. -Not at all.

-A typo. -I have the same figure here.

I... I don't know how that would have happened.

My fingers are wide here at the ends.

Uh...

Mistakes happen. And so we double-check.

I'm sure we did, but...

-Triple-check. -Let us get into it.

I'm sorry.

No, it is our fault, clearly.

We'll figure it out.

This is a fuck show. I'm calling the Pentagon.

I'll call Hal. See if he can knock some heads.

-I thought we were doing this at lunch. -This isn't the call. We fucked up.

-Who's we? -I don't know.

Their estimate for the concrete vault is higher than ours by, like, double.

-That's a negotiating position. -No, think for a minute.

Why would we believe burying a sub costs half,

half what they do?

I don't have a lot of time, Kate.

Did we tell the DOD comptroller we were burying a sub?

Or a sub carrying a super weapon?

Oh fuck me.

If the team running the numbers knows we removed the weapon from the sub...

Fuck!

Then they calculated for only burying a sub, which is...

Half the price.

The Brits think they're burying the Poseidon and the sub.

We have to bury that tin can like there's an apocalypse weapon inside.

We have to budget for the lie.

Fuck.

Okay.

-I'll get into it. -You can't go to James with this.

We're short a lot of money. Grace has to get involved.

What's the delta?

239 million dollars.

The sad part is everyone at the table, including Callum,

just assumed we can't add.

That was an airtight explanation for them.

You still there?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'll talk to Grace.

-Thank you, love you, miss you. -Yeah.

Do you think anyone has noticed I've been...

alternating the same two suits every day for over a week?

-Hmm? -Every day I put on one suit

and send the other to the dry cleaner down the block from your flat.

They're very sweet.

They depilled a sweater of mine. It looks brand-new.

We said we're gonna live together, but...

the upshot is I live at your house

with one extra suit and an obscene dry cleaning bill.

You want me to split it?

The bill?

Splitting expenses will be a thing.

-I don't have a problem with that. -I don't want your money. I...

I just want us to figure our shit out.

I'd rather pay for the cleaning.

Okay.

We miscalculated the budget for a joint project

by upwards of a quarter billion.

How?

Gen Z didn't learn math.

I am super into you.

But let me figure this out.

We should schedule an appointment.

-With who? -Us.

-I can talk to Howard. -We spend 7 hours a day together.

To make some decisions about cohabitating.

-You trying to get me to the therapist? -No.

I am sorry I read my phone at breakfast.

-That's not what I... -In my defense, it was about an assassin.

We have some decisions to make.

I'd like to make them and move on.

Howard!

Hi.

-Stuart and I are having a relationship. -Nice.

We need 20 minutes of problem-solving time every day this week.

Book the SCIF?

It's not very intimate.

It's just conversation.

Go for a walk. Get some fresh air.

Lovely. Block out the time.

How about a date night?

We're taking it slow.

Okay.

Scott Brantlee wants to postpone the caucus lunch

in deference to my taxing schedule.

He said "taxing schedule" so many times,

Andrea Moore was roused out of a slumber, convinced he was on about capital gains.

-He's a blowhard. -Are we telling people I'm overwhelmed?

-No. -Or exhausted?

We told them you were shot. They may have put it together.

I have a call. Let's...

Pentagon's number on the sub mitigation was off.

We need you to authorize an overseas contingency.

-For? -The mitigation.

For the Brits.

Marcus.

This is yesterday's. Today is Wednesday.

Check, please, every time.

-What was that? -Doesn't matter.

-It says Tuesday on the cover page. -Today is Tuesday.

So was your plan to have Marcus leave the room

and return with the same briefing?

Yes.

We think our end calculated the burial cost without the weapon.

Because there's no weapon.

Yeah, but supporting the narrative that we didn't take it...

We need to pitch in 230 million dollars.

Thirty-nine.

239 million taxpayer dollars.

-Yes. -On an empty tissue box.

On a bilateral mitigation process.

-We've already pledged half a billion? -Less.

Despite the fact that their prime minister told their constituents

that we blew up their aircraft carrier, and one of them shot my actual ass off?

We could take the funds from Pentagon Special Access.

Congress wouldn't know.

We pulled that thing out of their water for free

before it turned their coastline into a science experiment.

They should be thanking us.

They had a good look at Fukushima recently?

Let me tell you, the fishing industry did not bounce back.

They don't know.

Motherfucking codfish turns out to be a topic the Brits can hold forth on.

That would've been one upside to the nuking of their seas.

Wouldn't have to hear about cod anymore.

But no, we dealt with the damn thing, and they show up looking for a handout.

They don't know the weapon's not there.

They can't thank us for something they don't know we did.

If I pull the funds from an SAP and some watchdog group finds out,

they'll accuse me of grift.

The Brits will have to muddle through.

-Ma'am. -Marcus!

None of these are blinking.

-It's not gonna until we put it through. -I'm sitting right here.

Go ahead.

Jared, how are you?

-Zero? -Well, it's not zero.

It's the 239 million dollars we already pledged.

-That's what we're short. -Whatever. The answer's still no.

What about Special Access funds?

-I tried. -Try again.

Billie and I did a full-court press.

There you go, talk to her without Billie. Use the special voice.

Katie. She's...

What?

She's... tired.

Yeah, no shit.

She's still in a lot of pain. She winces every time she sits down.

I can't be the guy that says, here, let me take the wheel, you're a real mess.

Yeah.

Brantlee is trying to start this narrative that she's in over her head.

-And it's playing like gangbusters. -Fuck.

She doesn't need to be challenged. She needs to be protected.

Just push this one through, okay? Dennison will understand.

Tell him we found new efficiencies.

-He's not here. -Well, so who's running point?

Callum, who's being extremely polite.

The woman got shot in his country,

but, you know, I can't walk in there and call a turd a tomato.

It's not a turd. It's a lot of money.

Not only is it a turd, it's the same turd he saw before.

It's a turd he will recognize.

Yeah. I gotta go.

-Hal. -You'll work it out.

Callum's name is gonna come up now and then.

He's running the negotiation.

Well, you lied to him before. I think you'll pull it off again.

I lied to him, he looked at me cockeyed, and I ended our relationship,

which is a strategy that works, but only once.

Is he trying to get you back?

No.

He's not asking for meetings in the defense annex shower?

-No. -Give it time.

He's British.

You know, he's acting like we never met. He's not trying to...

Whatever, just... forget it.

I gotta go.

-Really? -Priya's banging the door down.

Okay. I think we have the daily call in, like, 45 minutes.

We just talked.

Yeah, we did.

Love you.

We should try a no screens in the bedroom rule.

The second we move out of here.

I'm not saying don't work, but if it's after 10 o'clock,

do it on paper.

They'll print whatever the fuck you want.

When you're done, your brain can shut off.

You won't have been blasting it with blue light.

I'll do it too.

Billie's hoping that now they caught the guy,

you'll sleep more.

But... maybe the paper thing will also help. Belt and suspenders.

They didn't catch the guy.

He was dead in public.

What does that mean?

Dead?

In public.

-Did you read the report? -No.

-Well, you should. -Where'd they find him?

When I say read the report, what I mean is...

-Read the report. -I don't wanna talk about him.

I don't wanna discuss where he was or what he was doing.

Or if I should have sympathy for his struggles with mental health.

Or have sympathy for his mother.

If she didn't have struggles with mental health,

she sure as fuck does now.

-Gracie. -If Billie is worried, she should say it.

Billie's busy, so she asked me for help. It's not a breach of protocol.

It's a normal human instinct for problem-solving.

-Babe. -Babe, shut up for one fucking second.

I can feel your heart rate on my chest when we're in bed.

It's like a gerbil.

I don't know anything about the heart rates of gerbils.

They're fast.

Well, then sleep someplace else.

-Hi. -Wanna ride over together?

Uh, I'm not sure you need to come today.

Why?

-The typo? -Yeah.

Not a typo.

What?

That is all we are prepared to give.

Are we assholes?

We are, and I have to pretend we're not,

and I think it'll be easier if I don't have to look at your face.

You sure?

You can be good cop if you're not there.

Stop by later and talk about what an idiot I am.

How I was only hired because they needed women.

Kate.

Are you being an idiot?

No.

I'm being an asshole.

But this is the same number.

The number is still 47% lower than ours.

Are you familiar with self-healing concrete?

Vaguely.

It's fascinating actually.

There's a bacteria embedded in the material

that regenerates when it cracks.

Which means we don't need as much of it.

We're in a time situation.

We need a nimble operation.

Less material, less labor.

Time is our biggest enemy right now.

Russia is our biggest enemy right now.

Self-healing concrete is prohibitively expensive.

Not when it's developed in a DOE lab.

-What's a...? -US Department of Energy.

Are you giving it to us for free?

Not free.

There's a friends and family rate I think we extend in a case like this.

Is that rate 47% off?

Even if we're getting it at cost, we are paying for it.

We both are.

But your number is still 47% smaller than our number.

At the outset. Mm-hmm.

-Will it change? -That's not a bad idea.

-Tiered payment structure. -Tiered?

That could ease some things on our end as well.

Paying in tiers doesn't alter the fact

that their tiers are all 47% smaller than our tiers.

-Nolan. -No, he's right.

It's a smaller number than we want, but we're gonna get there.

And as a starting position,

it's a number we're excited about and we want you to be excited about.

We are in this together.

We are going to figure it out together.

This is an alliance.

This is not a livestock auction.

We are all rowing in the same direction.

Can we take a quick break?

I realize our thing and its end will create some sludge between us

that will only thin with time.

But I want you to know that I hold no malice towards you.

I have only compassion and fondness and goodwill.

I'm... I'm not trying to hurt you in any way.

And anything I say in this process is solely about this process.

Okay.

You sound like a dodgy car dealer.

-Hear me out. -I did. You sound daft.

That's short-term thinking.

Due respect to Einstein,

you can't invoke time and pretend it bends arithmetic.

-I know, but... -Two and two does not make five.

-Callum. -In this case, I'm not sure it makes four.

I'm a little bit stuck because I really wanna trust you,

but if I were you, I'd be mad at me.

I'm not very mad.

I'm, like, a speck mad. I'm not bring-down-your-nation mad.

Okay.

The offer on the table is the offer, not because it's adequate or fair.

But it's this or nothing.

Well, now I'm mad.

My guy is not inclined to collaborate with yours.

She got shot. She has PTSD.

Mine isn't inclined to collaborate with yours.

He has narcissistic personality disorder.

Nicol trusts you and me.

And if we can present a unified front

and tell him the number is a number that works,

it's a number we're excited about, and you can, for right now, believe it...

Stop telling me to get excited about your number. It's a shit number.

-For now. -It is my country. It will be irradiated.

It's not enough.

Do you have a list?

I didn't write it down.

What's item one?

Romantic.

18 minutes left.

Living together.

You have staff. I do not.

I buy food. You do not.

You're saying you're more comfortable at your place.

I am.

It has privacy, which is important to you.

Are you gonna translate all of my words?

-Ooh, this is not gonna work. -I'm trying.

You do this. It's like you're a whole other person.

Nothing's there.

And then, sometimes you're all there, and I look at your face and I see you.

How do I access that person?

You go home and take all her clothes off.

-Oh boy. -Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

Sit.

Here is my concern.

I'm concerned that you think all our problems are structural.

Where will we live?

How will we tell the staff?

When do we move all your shoes?

And when we sort all that out, it'll be fine.

Yeah. It's a start.

I have a different concern.

Okay.

I am concerned

that when you...

really get to know me...

Yeah?

When you really get inside me and my life...

That's my goal. Yeah.

You're not gonna like me.

As a person.

You are so...

patronizing.

See? I already started.

-I like you. -You don't know me.

-I love you. -I can fix that.

Don't try.

You don't like the phone thing.

Reading in front of me?

It brings me information and joy.

I don't like it when breakfast is the only time that we have together.

But as long as we have this romantic problem-solving interlude,

then yeah, read your phone at breakfast.

-Really? -Yeah.

Okay.

Is that everything?

There's not a lot of fieldwork in London.

But in my next posting,

if I'm operational in a place that's high risk,

there will be days when I will not come home.

For weeks or months, you won't know where I am.

You won't know why.

You won't be able to talk to me or contact me.

The only thing you'll know for sure is that I'm not dead.

Because if I'm dead, someone will ring the doorbell and tell you.

That's worse than reading at breakfast.

-Hi. -We're nowhere.

-Nowhere? -No, but not forward.

I'll try again, but I'm worried about time.

-What'd you say? -Everything.

I told them the story, I told Callum the story behind the story, which he gets,

but he's still not budging.

-You should get Dennison involved. -He's in India.

When's he back?

He's not the guy at the table. Callum's the guy at the table.

Callum can't compromise with you.

You dumped him. He's got to show you he has a spine.

We discussed that. I went at it straight on.

So it worked?

No.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm sorry the Callum thing is a part of this.

Yeah, I know.

You're right. It makes it a harder sell.

Yeah.

I wanna come home.

Where's home?

That's a good question.

Here?

Well... yeah.

When I told you to stay, it wasn't because I didn't think we should hang out.

-I know. -It was the timing.

I know.

But I also know we're trying to rebuild a marriage,

and it doesn't help that Callum's across the table

while you're across an ocean.

No.

It doesn't.

I'm sorry about Callum.

It was not outside the terms of our agreement.

And I'm still sorry.

Thanks.

Come home.

You think it's okay?

Even with the negotiation?

No.

Can you come here?

-Now? -Yeah. You have a plane.

Make a booty call.

Yeah, the taxpayers would love it.

You're coming to jumpstart a stalled negotiation.

-You'll be the hammer. -On the sub?

We'll kick the whole thing upstairs, give it to you and Trowbridge.

I can't go over Callum's head, but you can.

This is the number. Love it or leave it.

From the mouth of the vice president.

You know, I really like you a lot.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Babe, the screen.

I don't wanna hear it.

-Times? -Globe.

You want me to make it bigger?

No, I'm good.

A little bigger.

Hi.

-You're here. -Yeah.

I dreamed you were here, but you were wearing less clothes.

It's freezing out.

I thought I'd jump right in and have you warm me up.

Mm.

-Are your shoes on? -Yeah.

Take them off.

No.

-What do you mean, no? -Well...

Remember how we said I was done being the designated problem in this marriage?

Now it's your turn to chase me

and take the blame for everything?

Yeah.

So now that means shoes in the bed once in a while.

It's disgusting.

Yeah, it is.

I don't wanna be the chaser.

Sucks, right?

What if there's poop on your shoes?

Yeah, well, there isn't. I mean, we'd know.

-How? -Well, you'd smell it.

-Right? -Ugh! Ugh!

-I fucked up my hair. -No.

-Yes. -Kate, you pulled it?

-Yeah. -Fuck, you can't do that.

-I know. I stopped, but... -Kate!

Can you see it?

Yeah.

Is it gonna grow back?

Yeah, I think so. It always used to.

Don't do that.

Did you tank the talks just to get me here?

I would've if I thought of it.

I tanked them without even trying.

Well, it's a big ask.

I was, uh, bad cop.

So you can swoop in.

Was Callum bad cop?

Yeah.

He said no. Wouldn't budge.

So Nicol can be good cop?

You think he knows how?

Yeah, I do.

He feels bad about Grace.

He gave me his mobile number.

-He did? -Mm-hmm.

He can't be bad cop with you right after a shooting.

Hmm.

I wrote you some talking points.

Did you read them?

No, you didn't.

I will.

They're very smart. Whole new way to say less is more.

How can I help?

Oh, I can think of a couple things.

Maybe I do a read-aloud of the talking points.

Read-aloud?

-Perfect. -You're gonna love it.

Just what I had in mind.

He landed.

Hal? Yeah.

He's already back at the house.

Wasn't sure you'd be here.

We had an appointment.

It's in the calendar.

Nice to sleep at home?

Clean suit.

I like that.

It's not nothing, right?

What?

You vanishing and some guy shows up to tell me you're dead?

Yeah.

No.

It's not nothing.

Do you know what atrial stretch is?

No.

Well, when you're this tall, the risk of atrial fibrillation is much higher.

Because in order to oxygenate a system this big,

you gotta cram so much blood into the atria, they distend.

Height means high blood pressure and joint issues and deep vein thrombosis.

Tell me you're not doing this.

As a Ghanaian, I am genetically predisposed to prostate cancer,

kidney disease, and lactose intolerance.

-Oh my God. -You're gonna vanish. I'm gonna drop dead.

-You're not. -Keel over.

-Okay. -Fart.

Lactose.

This is what I'm talking about.

I don't think you understand what life with me could be like.

Your answer is you are tall and you may pass wind?

Did you know those things?

Atrial capitulation?

-Did you? No. -No.

Because you got a small body.

-It runs like a clock. -And you're East Asian.

-You're gonna live forever. -Unbelievable.

We get married, I'm gonna be your first of, like, five husbands.

I'm gonna survive maybe a decade, and you're gonna move on.

The second.

-Hmm? -You'll be the second.

-You've been married? -Yeah.

And you never told me?

It failed. It's embarrassing.

Oh my God.

I told you. All my things are worse than yours.

They are so much worse.

Any minute, I imagine.

-Of course. -There was a... a...

a call, phone call.

I think I might knock out some work until the prime minister's ready.

Please. Would you like the room?

Nah, I'll just...

-Sorry. -It's fine.

He's establishing dominance.

Not a good cop move.

It's a dick cop move, but it works.

Don't take the bait.

No, I'm not.

He's setting the table. Pick up what he's putting down.

Try the high road. Start with that.

I always do.

-Mr. Vice President, sorry. -Not at all. Some days are like that.

How is the president?

She's well. She sends her regards and her VP.

Is the wound, um...?

Healed.

I hope she's resting. I know it can be...

Taxing?

-Precisely. -It's not.

Something about her Nordic constitution.

She seems energized by the whole business.

I'm gonna send your regards,

but we need to press on, given our late start.

-There was an issue. -There always is.

Neither of us should be in this room.

This is a trivial misunderstanding, way out in the weeds.

Perhaps this isn't the time.

I'm sorry?

To discuss it.

Not today.

Not today?

-This is not good cop. -No.

Prime Minister,

I flew here to speak to you. I'm not spending the week.

We agree on aims, means, and funding structure.

The only point of contention is accounting.

So you mean to say the number's unchanged?

I do.

We reran the numbers,

and while we initially believed there may have been a conversion error,

we ultimately found...

Sir.

Absolutely not.

You pulled this with the president. It was rude then, and it still is.

Also rude not to shake my wife's hand, but that's a challenge for another day.

Please take a seat.

-High road. -That ship's sailed.

For Great Britain to shoulder all additional costs...

There won't be any.

I cannot entrust British lives

to American confidence and untested technology.

Your proposal will bankrupt my country.

Now, if all that you have to offer is the same nonsense

that came from your wife, then I'm sorry, I...

We're committed to using proprietary technology fresh out of DARPA

to make this operation quicker, smaller, safer,

and yes, cheaper for both our countries.

He's not even listening.

Prime Minister.

Just... give me one moment, please.

I did this to Brankovich in Dayton.

He's using my fucking playbook on me.

Okay.

Let her rip.

Prime Minister, the president's not prepared to play games anymore.

You tried her patience and mine, and now we're done.

The Poseidon is not on the sub.

Hal.

We took it.

-Let's step outside. -We thought it was dangerous.

Mostly for your citizens.

We knew you'd dither for months while the risk compounded,

so we took it and put it in Kings Bay, Georgia.

Slow down.

My wife did not feed you nonsense.

She told you the number you get when you know

you're not burying a sub and a nuclear weapon.

You're just burying a sub.

So now's the time to say yes,

or hallelujah,

or we have a deal.

And then I'll get back on my plane,

and you can go back to reading your very important small piece of paper.

She's here.

Fascinating.

Austin Dennison was killed in Amritsar.

Twenty minutes ago.

Helicopter.

Crashed.

I was hoping

to tell his wife before I told you.

She's here.