All language subtitles for Madam Secretary - S02 E03 - The Rusalka (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

Hello.

DALTON: I wanted to
express my condolences...

Thank you, Mr. President.

My husband held you in great esteem,
as well.

I'm sending Secretary McCord.

I see.

Very well. I understand.

Secretary McCord will
be most welcome then.

(Dalton speaks indistinctly)

Thank you again. Good-bye.

How did she sound?

Like her husband just died.

CRAIG: So, like a Russian.

What? Too soon?

I think we should talk
about what comes next.

Sir,
unless a strong successor to Ostrov

is put in place quickly...

Which is unlikely,
given Ostrov's deliberately built

the entire state around himself.

Concentric rings of instability

are gonna ripple across
Russia and the globe.

JACKSON: Briefing's
in five minutes.

We should talk on the way.

DALTON: So,
no confidence in Rozovsky?

JACKSON: Well,
he's acting president

until he calls for elections,
but the man's got

the backbone of a wet sponge.
So either there's a power vacuum

and possibly a civil
war or some general

who's even more hard-line
than Ostrov winds up in charge.

Both options would be a
disaster for U.S. security.

Our best bulwark
is to push back hard

with a strong,
clear agenda of our own.

You're arguing for direct
military aid to Ukraine?

For starters, sir, yes.

Put an end to this "Greater
Russia" nonsense right now

while they're down.

Mr. President, with respect,

Russia is already completely
on edge about our intentions.

We've had some
pretty close calls

over the last six months.

Due to their
provocations. Agreed.

No one's calling them
the good guys here,

but if we escalate and
someone over there gets jittery,

it could go nuclear.

JACKSON: World War III.

Not exactly great
for your poll numbers.

What do you suggest?

I think Foreign Minister
Gorev is our best hope

for a decent partner in Russia.

We can help him get there.

How?

We use him to reach
out to the generals.

They're the real power
behind the throne,

whoever sits on it.
And tell them what?

That we're interested
in improving relations

on a host of issues,
including Ukraine.

They're not all warmongers,

and they have reasons to
want to make a deal with us.

And if they do,
Gorev is the man that got us there.

CRAIG: That's a big "if"

between you and
your glorious era

of neo-Glasnost,
Madam Secretary. DALTON: I want a plan

before you leave
for Russia tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

JACKSON: Mr. President,

Mr. Shaw here is going
to brief us on the hack

of Air Force One.

Make it quick, son.

Russia's imploding.

OLIVER: We still don't know
who perpetrated the attack, sir,

but whoever it was...
They've managed to develop

next-gen kinetic cyber
intrusion capabilities

beyond anything in
America's arsenal.

So we're facing an unknown
enemy who's better armed than us.

We're probably talking about Russia,
China,

Iran, maybe North Korea, right?

Yes, ma'am,
but the hackers were very good

about covering their tracks.

DALTON: And we still
don't know if they could

pull off another such attack?

My team and I are working

around the clock to
prevent that from happening.

But no.

JACKSON: So, bottom line is,

Air Force One is still grounded?

I'm afraid so, sir.

But my plane's good to go,
right?

Excellent.

"The era of neo-Glasnost"?
He actually said that? Yeah.

Oh. The guy is
such an assh... Hi...

Hey. Baby!

What you got there, son?

His summer school report card.

(singsongy): It's gonna su-uck!

Ali... Yeah.

Be nice. I'm excited.

Really excited. And, listen,
son, whatever's in there...

We're both really proud of you.

ELIZABETH: Holy crap.

Two As and a B-plus?!

(laughs) I knew you could do it.

Thanks,
Mom. I'm so proud of you.

(imitates explosion) ALISON: All right,
up top.

You win.

Hey,
let's talk about an "A" in Geometry? Dude.

Thanks. ELIZABETH: Yeah.

Actually, um,
let's talk... about this.

Permission slip to try
out for football? Huh.

Really?

Really.

(laughs)

(water running)

He totally rope-a-doped us
with that report card, didn't he?

Well, if his long con was
getting great grades all summer

so he could try out
for the football team,

that's fine with me.

Well, are you also fine

with him potentially ruining
his knees or his brain?

Oh, come on, babe. That's...

Do I need to show
you the studies?

I'm just saying that
it might be good

for him to be part of a team.

That's another thing.

How is it that our proud
little anarchist weirdo

wants to play
football of all things?

Well,
he's actually a pretty fast runner.

And, hey,
sometimes doing the thing

that seems the least
punk rock is actually

the most punk rock act of all.

Okay.

Thank you,
Joe Strummer. I'll keep that in mind.

But can we just

please hold off on
signing that permission slip

until I get back?

Maybe you can work
your magic and figure out

why he's hot on
this all of the sudden.

Fair enough. Magic
will be worked. Okay.

Which one of these dresses says,

"I'm terribly sorry your
heartless autocrat husband

is finally dead?"

Well, I know which one
makes this heartless autocrat

of a husband glad he's not dead.

Oh, my God,
that is the lamest come-on line ever.

I mean, that's...

(laughing): That is
the stupidest thing...

And yet, it's working.

ELIZABETH: Ostrov

antagonized America
for domestic reasons,

to maintain his grip on power.

Now he's dead.

Am I crazy to think there's a
window of opportunity here?

NADINE: I agree, ma'am.

But the question is: what
do the generals want?

DAISY: To get out from under

the sanctions we
slapped on them?

And to back out of
Ostrov's stupid war of choice

in Eastern Ukraine.

So, can we give them a way
to declare victory and go home?

MATT: But why?

Ultimately,
they win on the battlefield.

JAY: 'Cause it's
costing far more lives

and rubles than
they want to admit.

What if we can convince
the Ukrainians to sign off

on a vote for greater
autonomy in the east?

It's rewarding Russian
aggression. It's also the fig leaf

they need.

And what does the
government in Kiev get,

besides potentially signing
away half of their country?

Peace in a war they can't win.

Serious military guarantees

from us for Western Ukraine

if the east does vote
for greater autonomy.

And if the vote is fair,
it may even go Kiev's way.

Also, if Gorev's the guy
who got the sanctions lifted,

he'll look pretty good
to the Russian people.

NADINE: And from an
American perspective,

a President Gorev is certainly

the least bad
option on the table.

Ha! Look at that.
Everybody wins.

Blake, will you get Foreign
Minister Gorev on the phone?

Thank you.

I'll tell the secretary
the foreign minister

will call her back in a
few minutes. Thank you.

(barks) Is she in?

Uh, she's a little busy.

Hey, take Gordon outside
while I'm in there, will you?

What? No,
I'm a little busy, too.

So, get an intern to do it,
delegate.

Honestly, I'm concerned about
your problem-solving skills.

(barks) Oh,
and you're gonna... you're gonna want that.

Someone's had a lot
of treats this morning,

hasn't someone? Yes,
someone has.

(barks, whines)

You have a Craig
Sterling problem,

and we need to talk
about it. Good morning.

'Cause if you don't get this

under control,
you are going to be boxed out

of POTUS's inner circle.

Is that even
geometrically possible?

And when that happens,

you will leave office with no legacy,
which, in this town, is

worse than being dead.

Have I told you how sad I feel

for literally everyone
who lives here?

It's getting around that you are

on the outs with
the White House.

Because Craig is leaking it.

Because POTUS and
Russell Jackson want him to.

Are you listening now? Good.

'Cause here's the thing:
right now you are the face

of the administration's
successes in foreign policy,

not Dalton.

Oh, come on.

Okay, don't "Aw,
shucks" me, okay?

These guys have
a reelection to win.

They brought Sterling
in to ride herd on you.

They want to be seen
as running the show. Fine.

Let them. It's their show! Bess,
listen to me!

If you plant your flag on this
Russia thing, you need to win.

Because if you don't,
your credibility with POTUS is shot.

And by the way,
Craig Sterling is gaming it

so that you won't win.

You need to push back.

Why bother?

I mean,
you're saying that even if I win, I lose.

Because if you lose,
you lose worse.

(sighs)

What do you have in mind?

I could put together a binder.

No. I am not doing oppo
research on a colleague.

Think of it as
interesting trivia,

if that helps.

If I can't win on the merits,
then I deserve to be boxed out.

Of the circle, which,

again,
makes no sense. BLAKE: Ma'am?

I have Foreign Minister
Gorev for you on SVTC.

Great. Put him through.

No binder.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

GOREV: But we have
no troops in Ukraine.

And if we did,
why would we pull them out? We're winning.

ELIZABETH: Maybe, but there are

an awful lot of trucks
filled with coffins

driving back to Russia
in the dead of night.

Also, with the sanctions still in place,
your economy has

about as much chance of
coming back to life as Pavel Ostrov.

May his memory be eternal.

And why do you want me to
broker this deal with the generals?

Because they know that
you are both an honest broker

and a patriot.

Two traits they would perhaps
admire in a president, no?

You're playing on my vanity
and ambition here, I'm assuming.

And your sense of duty.

(sighs)

Do you think the generals
would be open to my proposal?

They might be if negotiations
were handled discreetly.

Of course.

Peace and prosperity.

That's what I'm offering, Anton.

I'm just glad you're not
making me drink to them.

Two days of nothing but
black bread and vodka?

I tell you,
Ostrov's death is going to kill me.

Well,
don't kick the bucket yet. I need you.

I'm moved by your concern.

I'll be in touch, Elizabeth.

IVAN: Russia

needed results,
and Pavel Ostrov delivered!

The man was a dictator

with the temperament
of Ivan the Terrible...

This is exactly why...

and the looks of
Leonid Brezhnev.

The United Kingdom
is no longer an empire.

Good morning. Good morning,
all. Good morning, everybody.

I think,
in light of recent events,

we should take a few minutes
before diving into your papers

on the theory of the Just War,
which were, sadly, just okay.

So, does anybody else have

anything they want to say about
the passing of President Ostrov?

Frankly, the man looked
like he'd been dead for years.

President Pavel Ostrov

restored Russia to its
rightful place as a great power.

He took back lands
that were stolen from us,

rebuilt our economy,

and, through his strength,

made the world
respect us once again.

Well, cheers,

lads,
for that scene from a Soviet

propaganda film.

Okay.

Anybody else want to weigh in?

All right, let's get started.

CRAIG: So Gorev claims

he can deliver the generals.

But how exactly do you
plan to deliver the Ukrainians?

I would pitch this
to President Bozek

when I stop in Kiev
en route to Moscow.

It is the best outcome
he can hope for.

Best for us, too,
if it lands Gorev in the top spot.

Make the ask to Bozek
when you get to Ukraine, Bess.

If he signs off,
Gorev can set a meeting

between you and the
generals in Moscow.

That'll be all.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, hey, uh, Craig.

What can I do for you,
Madam Secretary?

Well,
you can start by calling me Elizabeth.

Sure. Listen...
(sighs) we may not be

on the same side of every issue,

but we are on the same team.

How about we have
lunch sometime?

Trying to make nice with
Russia is dangerous folly.

You may have won this round,

but I won't rest until the
president understands that.

Wait. So,
just to parse the metaphor:

now we're in a boxing match,

a sport in which, of course,
there are no teams,

just two guys punching it out?

Is that where we are?

Fine. You want to have lunch,
Elizabeth? Let's have lunch.

Great. I'll have
my office set it up.

Uh,
so we're clear... (clears throat)

You improvised your way to
some wins in your first year.

No doubt about it.

But when it comes to foreign policy,
what this nation

needs is a strong,
clear strategy.

Now, the president brought
me in to deliver exactly that,

which should tell you something

about his estimation
of your achievements.

Still want to have that lunch?

Everyone's raving about the
salmon croquettes at Girard's.

Better papers next time, guys.

Hey.

Don't you think you
protested a little much there?

Maybe I was sincerely
grieving for my country.

Remember sincerity, Professor?

We need you to go to
the Russian Embassy.

There's a memorial for
President Ostrov tomorrow at 6:00.

Yes, I was invited.

We know.

We'd like you to approach
Ambassador Zinchenko

if you can,
see if you can get his take

on who might replace Ostrov.

He deals with generals,
not no-name captains.

That will be suspicious.

Eh, it doesn't have to be. He's
a man who's known to drink,

and it's an occasion where
everyone else will be, too.

What happens if I fail?

Hmm?

Do you know what they
do to spies in Russia?

We won't let that happen.

And, besides,
it's just a conversation.

And if I refuse?

How's your sister?

She arrived in
Stockholm yesterday.

They've admitted
her into the drug trial.

And, yes,
I remember the deal we made.

Good.

I'll be in touch
afterwards for the debrief.

You can do this, Dmitri.

I'm honored by your confidence,
Professor McCord.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

I've always said this
room needed a tent.

As you can see,
the upgraded Secure Communications Tent

features soundproof fabric,
capable of blocking any long-

or short-range
attempts at surveillance.

If you'll just follow me inside.

That little guy projects

a ring of electronic waves

that block any other
attempts at surveillance.

In light of the Air
Force One hack,

the president wanted to take

every precaution for the
secretary's trip to Russia.

Famous last words.

Excuse me?

It's a plane thing. She's,
uh, a little uneasy

since the secretary read
us in about Air Force One.

On that note,
I wanted to personally assure the secretary

that my team has run
every possible diagnostic

on her plane.

It's all come back clean. Okay.

Well,
I'll let the secretary know.

Thank you so much for your time.

One question: how old are you?

What?

Seriously, how old?

I'm 30. Uh,
I graduated college at 17,

moved to Silicon Valley,
started my first company at 21...

God,
why is our culture so obsessed with youth?

If someone's gonna
tell me a plane's safe,

I want it to be a grown-ass man.

NADINE: Or woman.

DAISY: Anyone but
a child is the point.

BLAKE: All right, Daisy,

maybe we shouldn't yell

at our nation's top
cybersecurity official.

Look,
I totally get your concerns.

But trust me,
you're in good hands.

MATT: Okay, man,

don't make it weird. Thank you

so much for coming in.

I'm sure that the secretary
will feel very reassured.

OLIVER: And, look,
if you want to worry about something,

worry about simple
mechanical issues. Okay!

Compared to Air Force One,

the secretary's plane's
a real rust bucket.

BLAKE: Oh! NADINE: Okay,
thank you. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Great.

Now we're all just
standing in a tent.

BOZEK: Madam Secretary,

I must confess, I'm...

a bit taken aback
by your proposal.

Russia foments a
civil war in my country,

backed by a stealth invasion,

and for this you want me
to reward them with a vote?

A vote Kiev could
well win if it's a fair one.

If you think it will be fair,
you don't know the Russians.

I know they want out
of your country. Yes.

So long as I give
them half of it.

The UN will oversee the vote.

But, more importantly,

if the east opts for
greater autonomy,

the west of Ukraine will receive
concrete security guarantees

from the United States.

Give them a way out,
Mr. President,

and the Russians will take it.

Give them a way out?

Our economy

is in ruins,
hospitals overflowing, roads

choked with refugees,

but now it falls to me
to protect their pride?

It's awful, I know,

but this is how wars are ended.

If I told you what the Soviets
did to my grandparents,

you wouldn't sleep for a month.

But... if the Russians agree,
so do I.

God help me.

(distant cheering, music)

You hear that?

(humming)

My people are celebrating.

We all envy you, you know.

Because, unlike us,

you'll get to see that
bastard Ostrov in a box.

Two minutes.

WOMAN: He's here.

Two-minute warning
for the secretary.

Copy that.

Hey, American friend! Picture?

What?

Make picture, please?

Oh, you-you want a photo?

Is it okay if I just do a
quick photo? All right.

Uh,
I'm just gonna do a quick photo with her.

Great. All right.

Your mom gonna
take it? Here we go.

All right. Thanks so much.

Now my father,
too. Your father? Oh,

with your father? Okay,
all right. Here we go.

Okay.

Oh, great. All right.

God bless America. Thank you.

God bless America.

(quietly): She probably
thinks I'm in a boy band.

So what are you saying,
Dmitri's not up for it?

I'm saying he accepted the job,
but he seemed...

rattled and resentful about it.

That's because
he's our bitch now.

Look,

I think he's solid,
but maybe we're pushing too hard,

sending him on an op when
Ostrov's body isn't even cold.

What, so we should hold his hand

till he's finished the
grieving process?

Why don't you go grab yourself
an ice cream there, Scooter?

Look, upstairs is freaking out
over what comes next in Russia.

We need the intel,
Henry. This has to happen.

I'm just concerned about
Dmitri's state of mind.

Well, as his handler,
you're the last word on that.

So I'd say we got a pretty big
damn problem then, don't we?

♪

Mrs. Ostrova,
please accept my condolences on behalf

of the president and the
people of the United States.

We cooperated with your
husband on a host of issues,

and he will be missed.

Thank you, Madam Secretary.

You're very kind. Please,
come, sit.

Thank you.

Oh,
this is happening. Don't be such a wuss.

Oh, yeah, says the girl who hid

in the bathroom
the entire flight.

Just close your eyes
and think of America.

Mm. His poor wife.

Yeah.

She had to do that every night.

NADINE: Rumor has it

he had mistresses
stashed in every dacha

from here to Saint Petersburg.

But, still,
she was someone. The wife of the big boss.

Now what's she gonna do,
win another beauty pageant?

After the funeral tomorrow,
she shuffles off to Nice or Monaco,

and that's that.
It's kind of sad.

Speaking of shuffling off,

we should give the
secretary the heads-up.

She's got that
meeting to prepare for.

Gorev should have confirmed
by now. Something's up.

NADINE: Maybe the
generals got spooked.

Or maybe they saw this.

Blake, you're seriously posing
with an anti-Russia protestor

wearing a Nazi emblem. BLAKE: Oh,
my God.

Wait,
where's the... where's the girl?

Where's the little girl?

There was a little girl.

We've been trolled.

JAY: During World War II,
some Ukrainians

hated the Soviets so much,
they actually

sided with the Nazis.

BLAKE: She said he was
her father. There was a I...

I swear,
there was a little girl.

Okay,
shut up about the little girl.

Ma'am,
if we want to keep our deal on track,

we've got to get this
back in the bottle and fast.

MATT: I don't think
that's gonna work.

The state controls
the media here.

Someone obviously
wants it out there.

Ma'am,
I'm so sorry I hugged a Nazi.

Wasn't a Nazi.

Those were Russian operatives
trying to make us look bad.

Call Gorev's office.

Tell him I'm on my way.

Yes,
ma'am. What are you going to say?

Whatever to keep this deal
from blowing up. Let's move.

What did I say about discretion?

You have to know that
obviously that picture's a setup.

That is a nuance
that will be lost

on the Russian public,
I'm afraid.

The father of the
nation is dead.

The people have no
idea what will happen next!

Can we just get the
generals in a room?

Madam Secretary,

I suggest that you attend
President Ostrov's funeral

and then leave quietly.

You're saying that you're
willing to sacrifice a chance

at better relations
with the United States

over a stupid picture?

This is a time when all
Russians must be very mindful

of the moment we are in.

Do you understand?

Anton... Bozek is in.

He's willing to
hold a referendum

on autonomy in Eastern Ukraine?

Provided you pull your
troops out and it's supervised

by the UN, yes.

Bring the generals,
and I'll bring Ukraine.

I'll see what I can do.

(sighs) Well, Mike B's furious.

He saw the picture, too?

Of course he did. He said,
and I quote,

"I see all. I am
the Pan-Opticon.

Fix this or you're fired."

Oh, God, I'm such an idiot.

Yes, you are.

You created a scandal that
could impact U.S. foreign policy

for years to come because
you wanted to be nice.

I was being diplomatic.

I work for a diplomat.

Face it,
you're a people pleaser.

Actually, I hate most people.

It takes all of my
skill to hide that.

So you take pictures
with them instead.

Uh... (gulps)

Oh, maybe you're right.

I can't not be helpful.

It's my tragic flaw.
Everyone understands

that this whole thing is absurd,

except, of course,
the millions of Russians who need to.

I have to at least figure
out how the hell it happened.

One thought.

Permission to not
be a people pleaser?

Granted in perpetuity.

Oliver... the
president's cyber guy.

He'd probably want to help,

since he was...
clearly flirting with you.

But you were too busy being
a neurotic hard-ass to notice.

Okay, for the record,
there was a very real chance

that our plane could
have been hacked

and we were all going
to die a watery death.

But... "neurotic
hard-ass" is a good start.

Really?

You like that? (stammers)

Damn it.

Where are you going, Dmitri?

Do you have some place
more interesting to be?

No, I just, uh,
I thought I forgot something.

I'm good.

♪

(quiet exhale)

(indistinct chatter)

♪

Hey, Jason!

Okay, go long. Hut! All right.

(groans) Oh!

I lost that one in the light.

Happens to the best of us.

So... (grunts)

I think I'm gonna try
out for wide receiver.

Really? Hey, that's great.

So... you'll sign
the permission slip?

(chuckles) Now,
listen... Trying to split

me and Mom is not
a winning strategy.

Come here,
sit down for a second.

We're just pretty curious...

where this whole
football thing came from.

You know, you and Mom are
always asking me to join stuff,

and then when I actually do,
you get all weird about it?

Hey, hey, pal, calm down.

We're just talking.

What's up?

I, um...

I want to make friends.

Okay?

You don't feel like you
have friends at school?

No, I mean...

at my old school
I sort of had this...

aura of mystery, you know,
but at my new school

kids just think I'm
weird and ignore me.

♪

Well, I guess one of the
downsides of being a loner is...

everybody leaves you alone.

(chuckles) Hey,
come on, wait a minute,

come on, what about that kid,
what's his name? Kyle.

(laughs): Oh, no.

No,
that's purely a Call of Duty relationship.

Kyle's not cool
in the real world.

Oh, so you... wait... (laughs)

So you want actual
human friends.

Yes, actual human friends. Oh. Okay,
listen to me.

(chuckles) You're
gonna find them.

Okay.

I promise. All right?

All right. Okay.

Let's do a square out.
Ready? Hut! Here we go.

He said that?

"I want to make friends"?

Oh, my God, that kills me.

It's like getting stabbed in
the heart. So if he doesn't

make the team,
he won't have friends,

but if he does,
he'll end up in traction.

It's a paradox.

We have to let him try out,
don't we?

I think we do.

But... for what it's worth,

we played catch just now for,
like, half an hour.

(exhales): Oh, that is

(laughs): such a relief.

I am a terrible parent.

I've been meaning to tell you.

Ma'am.

I got to go.

I love you.

Love you, too. Give 'em hell.

(beep)

Gorev came through.

The meeting with the
generals is back on.

Thank you.

Do me a favor...
Don't screw this up.

Gentlemen,

it's a pleasure to
finally meet you all.

(chuckling)

(sighs, chuckles)

(vehicle approaching)

(tires screech, doors open)

(yelling, punches thumping)

(tires squeal)

Who do you think sent us,
traitor?

Say that one more time.

I dare you!

Why do they even make these anymore,
huh?

They're not good for anything.

Oh, except maybe this.

(seething breaths)

Hey! What's up?

I don't know. You called me.

Yeah, well, like,
how's it going?

Well,
I'm babysitting the secretary's assistant,

sending out tweets
and press releases

that are all being blocked
by the Russian government.

So I'm fantastic.

What do you got?

Okay, I tracked the photograph

of Blake and his troll friend
to its original IP address,

to this guy.

Boris Spokavsky.

A self-proclaimed
"citizen journalist."

Yeah,
they don't have those here.

He's also a manager

at the Children's Cultural
and Spiritual Center

in Moscow.

Which is what?

Some... uh, weird museum

filled with nationalist
propaganda

and some Russian
Orthodox Church stuff

thrown in for good measure...
but that's not what's interesting.

What's interesting Thank God.

Is that the center is a
pet charity of Ostrov's wife,

Maria.

What the hell? Wait,
do you think she could be behind this?

Do you?

(sighs)

♪

One of Gorev's
guys got in touch.

The generals were impressed.

They say they hope
U.S.-Russian relations

could get back on track soon.

Don't we all?

Look, if he was gonna talk
he would've talked by now.

COOPER: Yeah,
you'd be surprised.

You brought this concern to us,
Henry.

Now we're looking into it.

(man speaking
Russian over speaker)

What the hell is happening?

No idea, but it ain't good.

And those cameras
are broadcasting it

live all over Russia
and the world.

I've heard enough.

Take this message
to your president,

Secretary McCord.

Russia is not afraid of you.

(applause and cheering)

Rusalka! Rusalka!

(gasps, groans)

(groaning)

Satisfied?

(grunts)

(panting)

(coughing)

(coughing continues)

Oh.

I should have known.

(door closes)

Had to be done.

It was a test.

From the great and wise professor,
huh?

A test any
intelligence operative

would have to go through.

You know,
I did what you asked, you know.

I spent the evening drinking
with Ambassador Zinchenko.

How'd that go?

He said nothing of importance.

Apparently he has a lot of sex.

You established a relationship.

We can build on that.

That's good work.

Good. And this
is the thanks I get.

Anyone could be listening
or watching at any time.

You have to be prepared
for whatever happens.

We had to make sure
that you were up to it.

And did I pass your test?

Yes.

A question, Professor.

What's that?

How do you sleep at night?

Just fine.

You can go.

ELIZABETH: Sir,

I understand you're frustrated.

No one saw her coming.

But everyone saw
her kick America

in the teeth at that funeral.

Not to mention the fact that
she's turned your pal Gorev

into political Kryptonite.

He's probably gonna
face criminal charges.

Or worse.

DALTON: Maria Ostrov made
us look weak and feckless,

and now we have to answer.

Sir, my advice is the same

as it was before the
secretary's misadventure.

Let's get behind Kiev
and arm the Ukrainians.

Let that be our answer.

You say I don't have a strategy,

but you're suggesting
escalating a conflict

the Ukrainians cannot
win on their own,

but that we have no intention
of engaging directly in?

How is that a strategy?

Who says we're not
willing to engage directly?

We tried it your way, Bess.

Thank you.

She in? Great.

Come on, come on,
I don't have all day.

Neither does Gordon.

It doesn't have to be you.

Call that weird kid
with the eyebrows.

Wayne or whatever.

You know what, Mr. Barnow?

I don't work for you.

So either find someone who does,

or... here's a thought...
Don't bring the dog!

But whatever you do,
don't ever hand me a poo-bag again,

or it's gonna get filled
up and thrown at your car.

Are we clear?

(barks)

Wow, look who grew a pair.

And all it took was a
major international incident.

Good for you.

Dare I hope the fact that
you've called me here means

you've at least recognized
Sterling as a threat?

Sit.

(dog panting)

You heard her.

Craig Sterling isn't
just out to sideline me.

He's out to land us in a
shooting war with Russia.

I can't let him do that.

You want the binder?

Yeah, I want the binder.

HENRY: So, Pavel Ostrov's wife,
the great dictator.

Who saw that coming?

Thank you. Nobody!

Right? Nobody saw it coming,
but somehow it's my fault.

Well, come on. You did your best,
babe.

Oh, my best wasn't good enough.

And the worst part is that
Gorev went out on a limb for me,

and now he's in serious danger.

You okay? How was your day?

It was fine.

It was weird.

You want to talk about it?

JASON: Oh.

Hey, Mom. Hey, buddy.

Welcome back.

How'd the tryouts go?

Made the team.

What? That's amazing!

Sure is. Come here.

Gosh. (mouths)

So, wide receiver, huh?

No, no, no,
it turns out I can't catch.

What?! Yeah,
I'm gonna be on "D."

It's, um, linebacker.

Hell, yeah, you are.

That is really...
You go get 'em!

One concussion, and that is it.

He is off the team.

(phone beeps,
buzzes) That's a deal.

I mean it, Henry.

(sighs)

I'll see you later.

OLIVER: While my team and I

have yet to deduce

who perpetrated the
hack on Air Force One,

we have learned a crucial

and troubling new
piece of information.

What's that?

The hackers didn't just
knock out communications

to and from Air Force One.

They had total control
over the entire plane.

Primary controls,
hydro-mechanical, autopilot.

All of it.

JACKSON: So they could
have flown the damn plane

straight into the Pacific?

I'm afraid so, sir.

So why didn't they?

Because they wanted us to
know they could do it again,

any time they choose.

Sir, this was a warning.

♪

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

My last confession...

was 11 years ago.

(panting)

These are my sins.

Da.

Da.

(cheering and applause)

(chanting): Maria! Maria! Maria!

Maria! Maria!
Maria! Maria! Maria!

Maria! Maria! Maria...!

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