All language subtitles for Madam Secretary - S02 E16 - Hijriyyah (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

(wind whistling,
thunder rumbling)

(babies crying)

(frantic shouting)

(frantic shouting continues)

Oh, dang it.

Eat this.

I'm not hungry.

Fascinating. Eat this.

And drink this.

You two are terrifying
when you're in agreement.

Get used to it. ELIZABETH:
You don't have to know

all that stuff by heart,
you know.

I want to be prepared.

Classified briefs? The CIA
doesn't even read those.

If you look too smart
on the first day of school,

the other kids won't like you.

(laughs)

Hey, Dad.

Hey. You look terrible.

Thanks, honey. Crazy for you

to be starting a new job.

I mean,
you just got out of the hospital.

It's not a new job; it's
more like an aspect

of what I'm doing at the War College,
only less teaching.

So what is it, exactly?

Consulting.

Everybody knows what that's code for,
Dad.

It's intelligence work.

Jace,
I'm employed by the Defense Department.

You're not blowing
the lid off of anything

with that observation.

It just seems so soon.

I'm fine, Noodle, really.

Look, eating eggs,
drinking juice.

Reading some counterterrorism...
Breakfast of champions.

How are you guys doing?

ELIZABETH: You know you guys can

talk to us about anything.

You went through a lot.

That goes for adult children,
too. STEVIE: I know.

I'm fine.

Pre-law is a very
overwhelming distraction.

ELIZABETH: What about
that guy you were seeing,

the one with the cute butt?

Mom!

Well, uh, you said it.

Garrett, was it? Jareth.

David Bowie's character
in the Labyrinth?

You're dating the Goblin King?

God, you guys,
he's never heard that one before.

So how is he?

He's fine.

We've been busy.

I... (sighs) This conversation

is far more stressful than the dirty bomb,
okay?

That's gallows humor; it's a
coping method. (mock gasp)

We want to meet him. Bye.

I won't say the David
Bowie thing. (chuckles)

(phone vibrates)

(sighs) White House or State?

White House.

But it's just a text from Blake,

so likely three rungs
down from imminent doom.

(chuckles softly)

(sighs)

ELIZABETH: Make sure your father

finishes his breakfast.

REEVES: Just after 0400 hours,

a ship carrying
Libyan refugees to Italy

sent out a distress call
during a heavy storm.

At great risk,
an Italian Navy warship answered,

managed to save
all 243 souls aboard,

including a man who claims to
have seen Jibral Disah in Libya

since the attack.

JACKSON: We only
have 20 minutes to decide

whether to question him.

Or,
in keeping with their policy,

the Italians will return
the refugees to Libya.

Which is... now overrun
by Hizb al-Shahid,

so we'd probably lose

whatever potential intel
this man has forever.

BECKER: Or he may
not have even seen Disah.

Just looking to get
off a sinking boat.

But what do we know, Ephraim?

Moussa al-Mukhtar is

a Libyan mechanic
from the HS stronghold

of Ajdabiya who claims

that he was conscripted
to fix their vehicles.

He says HS threatened his family

if he didn't pledge loyalty.

So they left ASAP for Italy.

General Reeves,
how soon can we pick him up?

ELIZABETH: Sir, I would advise

against bringing
him onto our ship.

If news that the U.S.

is taking custody of
this refugee gets out,

it could telegraph
our lead to the enemy.

BECKER: Mr. President,

it doesn't matter where
we debrief this man.

The fact is,
we're grasping at straws here.

JACKSON: I'm no military man,

but I'm pretty good with facts,
and the fact is,

Hizb al-Shahid set off
a radiological weapon

in the United States.

They still have enough
lethal nuclear material

for three more bombs,
which Jibral Disah

won't hesitate
to use against us.

And as to his-his location,
we know precisely...

And again,
I don't know the military parlance here...

Jack diddly squat.

So even if this
mechanic is a straw,

I propose we grasp it
with both damn hands

before a bomb goes
off in Times Square.

Is it still our sacred duty

to protect the
American way of life,

or am I missing something here?

Excuse me, sir.

Well, I guess that answers that.

Keep the operation light.

Tell the Italians that CIA
interrogators are on the way.

This could be the break
we've been looking for.

Yes, sir.

Well, that was thorough.

Are they gonna make
you sign me in every day?

Security's extra spooked.

And only top levels are aware
of Hizb al-Shahid Issue Station.

Tell me there's a code
name. Murphy Station.

For the soap... It's
a cleanup mission.

So code names not your gift?

I was in a hurry. And
we need to catch you up.

Welcome to Murphy Station.

As everybody knows,
this is the front line

for our single most important
national security priority:

to disrupt and
dismantle Hizb al-Shahid.

Meet your fellow team members.

Mimi Jacobs,

ex-FBI counterterrorism
turned CIA analyst,

with expertise
in interrogations.

Masterminds of the U.S.S. Cole
and Riyadh compound attacks.

It was all her.

It's possible I had some
help. It's good to meet you.

Henry McCord.

This is Jose Campos,
ex-Special Forces,

senior intel CIA operative
with tours in Pakistan,

Afghanistan and Iraq.

If you're glad the Taliban government fell,
thank him.

All in a day's work, huh?

And you know Jane Fellows,

Army captain,
long stint at SOCOM,

currently head of HUMINT at DIA.

She's a lauded tactician
who's run enough

covert ops to keep conspiracy
theorists awake at night.

And apparently modest, too.

I didn't know
about half that stuff.

(chuckles) Welcome back.
Can't keep a good man down.

Well,
when I heard I didn't have to take orders

from you anymore,
they couldn't keep me away.

Henry here is a
decorated Marine pilot

whose recent DIA work
in Russia is the reason

we aren't all bundled
up for nuclear winter.

He's also a highly
regarded theologian

with expertise in Islam.

We're fighting a
radical ideology

as much as any man.

Look, we can talk religion till
the sacred cows come home,

but at the end of the day,

we're a hunter-killer team.

We do our job right,
and a whole bunch of men are gonna die.

I hope you're on board with that,
Professor.

All in a day's work, right?

JACKSON: Let's get started.

President's first goal is

the killing or capture
of Jibral Disah

before he strikes again.

Now, as we know,

he's been in the
wind after escaping

our drone attacks
on his safe house.

Leads are scarce;
they're growing scarcer

since several prominent
warlords in Libya

declared their loyalty to him.

Tripling HS's
territory and fighters.

JACKSON: Idris Al Bouri,
Umar Maziq, Hamza Kubar

have all taken HS's lead

and are engaged in ruthless
campaigns on dissenters.

HENRY: Classic
totalitarian tactic.

Subdue the populace
quickly and brutally,

and no one dares speak up.

JACKSON: Well, you better find

someone who will, and fast.

The entire Defense
and IC is working this.

POTUS is even quarterbacking
a prospective lead as we speak.

Everything deemed
at all credible

will be funneled to this room.

You're the tip of the spear.

The work that
happens in this room

could stop the next attack.

Or not.

(phone chimes)

So you didn't lose
your phone or let it die.

I, uh... I'll cross those off the list,
then.

Jareth. Hi.

Sorry. Um,
I was about to text you back,

but I'm late for class.

Oh. The brotherly hug.

Have I been put in the friend
zone without my knowledge?

What are you talking
about? Let's see.

Unanswered calls and texts,

except for the odd cryptic
emoji... Sorry. I've been

so crazy... Saying things
like "I have been so crazy."

I'll call you later? Saying
things like "I'll call you later."

I really will.

I thought we liked each other.

Even talked about me meeting your family,
if I recall.

We do like each other.

Honestly,
I just... I have to go.

Right, well, I'll, uh...

let you get on with it, then.

Bloody hell.

No, I won't, will I?

Um, look,

this isn't my first
rodeo... cowgirl.

Uh... I know what
the brush-off feels like.

I just thought that you'd be
someone to do it to my face.

Please just do that.

I can't.

Why not?

Because it wouldn't be true.

I still really want to see you.

I'm just really late for class.

I'll call you.

(quietly): Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to
apologize for Jose.

HENRY: No need.
I've met a hundred guys

like him in the Marines.

He's an ops guy.

He spent a little too
much time outside the wire.

And he's naturally
suspicious of analysts like me,

who sit indoors
with highlighters,

looking for odd
discrepancies and patterns.

Or professors who
spend their day

doing close readings
of obscure texts.

(chuckles)

So you're an interrogator,
too, yeah?

Yeah,
it's not as edgy as it sounds.

You just get them in a room

and establish a rapport
and talk and talk and talk

until some little detail
reveals what's really going on.

Sounds like raising a teenager.

Where do you
think I got my skills?

Look alive, people.

We have visitors.

Hello, everyone.

Sorry to barge in.

This isn't what I had in
mind for our first meeting,

but right now we're
on a tight deadline.

Everybody know
Secretary of State McCord?

You can all say
your hellos later.

CI interrogators are
about to interview a man

who claims to have seen
Jibral Disah since the attack.

This is a live,
secure feed from the Italian naval ship

that plucked him

and 42 other Libyan civilians

from a sinking
refugee boat last night.

You've got two hours to
figure out if this guy's for real.

After that,
the Italians want their ship back.

Stop for clarifications,

feed the interrogators
questions.

That's his file.

Clock's ticking.

HENRY: Other than
those two occasions,

were there any other times
he personally saw Jibral Disah?

Moussa,
did you see Jibral Disah any other times?

(translating in Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

Yes. Once they blindfolded me

and took me to the
desert to work on a truck.

That's when I saw
the emir and his wife.

Wait a minute. He
went out to the desert

and saw Jibral Disah
and one of his wives?

Or he's spinning
tales to get a visa.

Did they blindfold him
or put a hood on him?

Did they blindfold you

or put a hood on you?
(translates in Arabic)

(speaks Arabic)
TRANSLATOR: It was a hood.

What was wrong with
the truck? (translates)

(speaking Arabic)

TRANSLATOR: I
worked on the engine.

They overheated it
trying to get out of a ditch.

Did they ask him to do
anything else to the truck?

Was that the only
service you performed?

(translates)

(speaking Arabic)

TRANSLATOR: I got
the clay out of the tires.

They were caked
in this red clay.

I had to dig it
out for traction.

Look,
the other two times he saw Jibral Disah,

it was at a distance.

So question is: how did
he know it was Jibral Disah?

How did you know it was Disah?

(translates)

(speaking Arabic)

TRANSLATOR: His picture
was on the television every day.

It was four days after
the bombing in America.

I'm sure it was him.

How did he know the woman
with Jibral Disah was his wife?

How did you know he was
with his wife? (translates)

(speaking Arabic)

TRANSLATOR: She
was wearing a ring.

And he called her "wife."

And I noticed that
her hands were red

from the red clay, I think.

She was wearing a niqab,
of course,

so I didn't see her face.
FELLOWS: CIA's had eyes on both

of Jibral Disah's wives in
Saudi Arabia since the attack.

They haven't left the country.

They know we're watching.

They don't want
them to lead us to him.

The question is:
who is this woman?

You mean the one in the
head-to-toe garbage bag

with a hidden
face we can't I.D.?

Guess what, she's nobody.

Without corroborating evidence,

all we have is Moussa's
word on any of this.

So... do we think we
have anything here?

The president needs our answer.

You know mine.

So you recommend
cutting him loose.

Murphy Station deems his claims,

including that Disah
was traveling with a wife,

not credible.

I'm sorry, sir.

I hoped this would pan out.

So I guess I bawled you out for nothing,
Gordon.

Bess, thank the Italians.

They can take him from here.

You mean ship him and the
rest of the refugees back to Libya?

They are Libyan
citizens on an Italian ship.

Sir, are we really

going to send them
back to the terrorist haven

they risked their
lives to escape?

This is the U.S., not the U.N.

Well, then let's find a
UNHCR camp that'll take them.

Much as I would love to help,

these refugees do not
fall under our jurisdiction.

Understood.

I'll make the call, sir.

Jane,
when does the Italian ship dock in Tripoli?

Uh... 2200. Why?

Have you read the CIA interview
with this guy Ramzi Shamekh?

Just the highlights,
yeah. He's an old CIA source

who they interviewed post-attack
'cause he's got a cousin in HS.

Wasn't much else there though,
right?

He says Disah used
to make frequent visits

to the Al Wahat District
before and after the attacks.

Well,
that's near our mechanic's village.

So... So look at the map.

It's famous for
its red clay flats.

There's your corroboration.

Two sources that
put Disah in the area

in the days after the bombing.

And one of them's
about to step off a boat

and straight into
the enemy's hands.

We have to tell Russell.

We don't have time. Now,
just back me up here.

I'm going straight to Elizabeth.

We've got to stop that ship.

ELIZABETH: The
Italians aren't happy,

but they didn't dock
in Tripoli. Good.

CIA's reaching out to their source,
this Shamekh guy.

We can check his intel
against Moussa's interview,

and that'll be that.

Not quite.

The Italians have a price.

Oh, here we go.

The Libyan refugees.

If we want Moussa, they insist

we take responsibility
for all 243 aboard.

Whoa. Take in refugees from
the country that-that harbored

the mastermind of a
week-old dirty bomb attack?

Yeah, we're not doing that. Why?

POTUS already announced

the U.S. would resettle
20,000 Libyans this year.

That was before the bombing,
which is bad enough.

Now the president
will be labeled.

Aider and Comforter in Chief.

Pitch me something else.

Listen,
even if we strike intelligence gold,

what good will it do if we
return these folks to Tripoli

and they broadcast
what they've seen?

We need to keep
them under wraps.

So for a few days of quiet,
we buy ourselves

a political problem
that'll dog us all the way

through the election? No,
thanks.

What happened to protecting
our way of life, Russell?

What happened to
your argument about

losing our strategic advantage?

I mean, how do you propose

to just keep the
transfer of 243 people

from an Italian naval vessel to
an American one out of the news?

Oh, Russell,
don't you know me by now?

Joint naval exercises?

Well, you're not really selling it,
but yeah.

If the media asks why
an American cruiser

is docked to an Italian warship,
we say...

"Joint naval exercises."

Better. Matt.

Hmm?

Help the Pentagon craft a
carefully-worded statement

to that effect which
actually reveals nothing.

That's the only kind they write.

Three cheers for the bland
Soviet-style pronouncements,

because I want the media to walk

right past this, got it?

Got it.

Okay. And, Nadine,
we need to loop in

a tight circle on the Hill.

Gang of Eight. No one else.

And Jay and Blake can help you with that,
okay?

JAY: Wait, what do we tell them,

that State is secretly
doing intake interviews

with Libyan refugees
in the Mediterranean?

In order to keep information

out of the hands of terrorists,
yes.

And if the senators
raise certain concerns?

About finding Jibral Disah?

NADINE: I believe
what Blake is referring to

is transferring Libyans
to a border camp so soon

after the attack.

Okay, so remind them

that the asylum vetting process

is so thorough that it takes
a minimum of two years.

Hell, remind them

what the plaque on the
Statue of Liberty says.

But only if they get shirty with you,
okay?

Yes, ma'am. All right.

I want this sewn
up by end of day.

And if anyone
comes sniffing around,

asking what we're up to,
we say...

ALL: "Joint naval exercises."

There we go.

Hey.

The CIA's informant, Shamekh,

says he's got significant
intel on Jibral Disah

that we're gonna want to hear.

And how much will that cost us?

Five million. Cash.

And he won't talk without
a face-to-face handoff

at a secured location in Libya.

How do we know he's not
working for the bad guys?

Could be a setup.

That's your call.

One of you would do the interrogation,
in Libya.

Shamekh wants to meet tomorrow,

so you don't have
much time to decide.

Shamekh gets his info from
his radical terrorist cousin.

My guess is,
blood ain't the only thing they share.

He does describe
himself as a true believer.

I have analyzed his interviews

with the CIA closely,

and he reads the
Qur'an metaphorically.

He views the Hadiths in context.

Yeah, he's devout,

but I don't get Salifist
jihadist from him.

Well, I'm sold.

He's practically Episcopalian.

Let's cut the check.

A true fundamentalist wouldn't
even hint at such beliefs.

He'd be an apostate.

Maybe he's playing
us for the money.

I mean,
this whole thing could be a shakedown.

Whatever it is,
it stinks and the timeline's too short,

and we should keep walking.

I need a decision.

I guess the question is:

is how confident are you
in your assessment, Henry?

Look,
I can't predict what this guy's gonna do,

but from where I sit...

he's a survivor,
he's not a radical.

I agree.

Yeah. Me, too.

Okay, then. Let's go for it.

I'll take it to POTUS.

In the meantime,
Mimi, you're up.

Let's put those famous
interrogation skills to work.

I guess I got some
packing to do.

(quietly): You better hope you're right,
Professor.

So the kids got the
PG version... (sniffs)

Of dad's first day.

What's really up?

We can actually talk now.

I know that Conrad approved

the meet with
Shamekh for tomorrow.

The CIA's improvising
a safe house

in a country
overrun by terrorists.

Mimi's on a plane as we speak.

It spooks me how
quickly we're moving.

Hey, the government could
take months to send a tax refund;

when it comes to spy stuff,
we move fast.

(chuckles)

STEVIE: Okay. I
will see you there.

Okay. So, just to put your
mind at ease about my social life,

guess who's coming
to dinner tomorrow?

Jared?

Jareth. Like the
David Bowie movie.

You guys, you have to get

all this stuff out of
your system now.

You can't embarrass me with him.

Oh, I think we can.

Like falling off
a log. Seriously.

I like him.

Plus, he's British,

so he might not even
get your sense of humor.

I heard we're huge in the U.K.

(British accent): We
will be proper citizens.

(chuckles) Oh,
my... Should I cook? Um...

Of course not. What
should we order?

I'll cook. You just
show up and be cool.

We can do that, I swear.

Okay. Good night.

God,
it'll be nice to do something normal.

I wonder how old he is.

We like him.

Got it.

(elevator bell dings)

Uh-oh.

Anxious Daisy face.

So,
I swatted back most reporters,

but one called his
senator for comment.

That senator would be
Carlos Morejon from Arizona.

It's not a good thing.

He ran on a strict
anti-immigration platform.

His slogan was... Yes,
yes, I remember.

"Keep Arizona secure
for the Arizonans."

That's it.

Really just rolls
right off your tongue.

Well, he sniffed around,

found out about
the Libyan refugees.

He's holding a press conference
to denounce the plan tonight.

Right before the Shamekh meet.

He's gonna blow it up.

And risk the lives of
ten intelligence agents

in the process.

Nadine, will you get me Senator
Morejon right away, please.

(door opens,
closes) Senator Morejon.

Welcome. The inner sanctum.

(chuckles) Please, have a seat.

Oh, you know,
I've tried to get meetings before,

but you're always booked.

But it looks like I have
your attention now.

Unfortunately,
it has to be short.

I have a press conference.

Call it off, Senator.

It's a matter of
national security.

And the matter is?

Classified.

But American lives are at stake.

Oh, yes,
because of this reckless and secretive plan

that you've cooked
up to bring a boatload

of potential terrorists
to our shores.

Senator, you know as well as I

that only a fraction
of the one percent

of the nearly one million
refugees admitted to the U.S.

since 9/11 have ever been
arrested on terrorism charges.

It only takes one.

Look at the dirty bomb.

Which was perpetrated by a
native-born American citizen.

Good folks in my state
know the difference

between native-born and real,
and I'm wondering

if you do.

Morejon... That's a Cuban name,
right?

When did your parents
arrive in the U.S.?

I'm guessing that you
know the answer to that.

Of course I do; I'm
the Secretary of State.

They were Marielitos,
part of the boatlift of 1980.

They were fleeing
a repressive regime.

Which is why the good folks in
these parts gave them visas...

That you and your president
have cravenly cozied up to.

Instead of smearing
them as potential.

Communist sleeper agents
sent to destroy our way of life.

But, hell,
your boat made it here...

What do you care, right?

You should watch
my press conference.

I have a lot to say about you.

You have a good day,
Madam Secretary.

My children were at that blast,
and my husband

suffered radiation poisoning.

Where were you that day?

At a fund-raiser in Phoenix.

So cut the bluster and sit
down. I'm gonna read you in.

One second.

TECHOPS is having
trouble with the line.

Marhaba!

Greetings from Libya.

Mimi, good to see you.

How are things
looking over there?

Our perimeter is secure.

ISR drones on all
roads in and out.

Our side of the
equation's tight.

Any word from Shamekh?

He's en route.

We just have to cool
our heels till he gets here.

Russell, I got to say...

your ability to gather
five million in 24 hours...

Remember that
when I ask for a raise.

(chuckles) After this,
you'll deserve one.

We'll see you in a bit.

Yep.

Well,
it's press conference o'clock.

Daisy says Morejon's
office is quiet for now.

Keep her on him through the
whole meet. (phone vibrating)

If he goes near a camera,
she's ordered to pull a fire alarm.

It's Stevie.

Hey, honey,
what's up? I'm just rushing into a meeting.

Now? Jareth's
arriving any minute.

That was tonight?

You forgot?

(sighs) I was
preoccupied with work

and I forget to tell Blake.

Forget to tell Blake what?

Seriously, you're not coming?

There is a lot going on here today. Baby,
I'm sorry.

What about Dad?

He's working, too.

It's special circumstances.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I'm
sure it's important.

Let's reschedule.

I really want to meet him.

I promise I'll be cool.

And show up?

Okay, you get to have that.

(doorbell rings)

That's him. I got to go.

Okay, have fun. I love you.

Now, don't get too excited.

These are for your mum.

Oh, very strategic.

I hail from the land
of common sense.

(chuckles)

Right.

So, slight change of plan.

Um, as it turns out...

Mr. President.

Bess.

(quietly): Did you remember
the Jareth dinner tonight?

That was tonight?

That's what I said. (sighs)

Director Ware,
we have eyes on a vehicle approaching.

Copy, Babylon.

Can you get a positive I.D.?

Copy.

Confirming.

It's Shamekh's jeep,

approaching from
the north as planned.

Are we sure Shamekh's driving?

Not yet. We'll confirm
at the checkpoint.

What happens after
the initial approach?

Once we I.D. Shamekh,
one of our guys will direct him

to a designated parking area.

Then Agent Jacobs escorts him
in and begins the interrogation.

I.D. confirmed.

It's Shamekh.

We've told him
to park at the wall,

a safe distance from the house.

♪

Slowly.

(speaking Arabic)

(men shouting)
Get him out of there.

Quick Reaction Force, engage.

(shouts in Arabic)

EXFIL operators.

Babylon, talk to me.

Babylon, are you hit?

(all murmuring)

(sighs)

What went wrong?

Nothing about Shamekh
presents as Jihadi.

Somehow they played us.

Because that's what they do.

They sit around and think about
how to kill people all day long.

Something happened,
I'm telling you.

The guy is not a martyr.
He's in it for the money.

CIA and DNI will comb the scene,
evaluate security breaches.

Forensics will gather any
bomb fragments for analysis.

It wasn't your fault, babe.

She had kids, you know... Mimi.

I know.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Well done! (lasers firing)

(chuckles softly)

Oh.

Alison just texted.

She is stuck

at a friend's house
studying for midterms,

so more for us.

I actually prefer
eating in bulk.

Makes me feel American.

What is that?

Caramelized onion risotto.

Looks like hospital food.
JARETH: As it turns out,

I love hospital food.

If it looks like that,
which it doesn't.

I might've overcooked it.

Seriously,
stuff they gave Dad... Exact same color.

Your dad was in hospital?

Not really.

Last week. He was in and out.

I hope you like garlic,
because this is loaded.

"In and out"? He was
in critical condition.

Jason,
if you're just gonna make fun of my food,

you can leave the table.

I'm not talking about your food
anymore; I'm talking about Dad.

Know what? That's
it. You're done. What?

What's your problem?!

Nothing!

(dishes clattering)

Get out while you can, dude.

Okay.

What's going on?

(sniffles) I just really
wanted tonight to be nice.

And my parents couldn't be here.

Which is understandable.

My brother's being a jerk.

He's being fine.

And I messed up the risotto.

Yeah, that's true, but...

that doesn't explain it.

Tell me.

Your dad... he's sick?

Is that it?

Uh, no, he's fine now.

He had,
um... he had radiation poisoning.

He was at the bomb blast?

Yeah.

So was Jason and Alison.

So was I.

Why didn't you tell me?

The truth is, I... I don't know.

As long as I was worrying about
how everyone else was feeling,

I didn't... I didn't have to
think about how I was feeling.

And it's just hitting
me all at once.

And part of me...

thinks if I don't talk about it,

then I don't have
to deal with it.

Which I've had enough
psychology to know isn't true.

I'll probably just develop, uh,

a tic or a skin
condition or something.

Serious drug habit.

Can't rule out kleptomania.

(laughs)

Ah, see.

That is the problem.

You're fun.

We're fun and... Yeah.

This thing that happened
to me is just so not fun.

It's just, all of a sudden,
everything is...

it's dark and serious
because of me.

No. No.

Because of some
lunatic with a bomb.

Will be fun again, I promise.

I mean, maybe not with me,
but someone will come along.

(laughs)

DAISY: This girl was
forced to marry an HS fighter

who raped her every
night until she escaped

with her newborn daughter.

BLAKE: Then she
handed over all her money

and climbed onto some
criminal's leaky boat with her child.

Just to get away.

Each one of
these files is a life.

And this is just one boat.

And yet,
almost every one of them says

that if it were possible,
they'd stay in Libya.

It's home.

(Elizabeth sighs)

Sit. Sit.

We were sorry to hear about

the op in Libya.

You have our condolences.

It wasn't the outcome
anyone had hoped for.

But we still have work.

Now we can transfer
the refugees off our ship

into Camp Blickstein in
New Mexico for processing.

(sighs)

After everything
they've been through,

these people
deserve some stability.

Unfortunately,
starting interdepartmental vetting

opens them to scrutiny.

JAY: And you can
believe Senator Morejon

will stoke the flames.

Well,
even if he passed a bill to block them,

Dalton would veto it.

So we are full steam ahead.

Nadine, make this a priority.

Yeah. These people matter,

and they're not going back.

(shouting,
explosion over computer)

Hey.

(shouting,
explosion over computer repeats)

Everybody's asleep.

Any word on the Jareth dinner?

No.

How about you?

I'm not tired.

Henry, you're obsessing.

You got to put it
down for the night.

(sighs)

I've gone over Shamekh's files.

I've thought about
this from every angle.

And still, given everything,
I would make the same call.

So what are you doing?

Looking.

For what we missed, I guess.

(phone ringing)

Hi, Russell.

Any news?

Are you with Elizabeth?

Yeah, she's right here.

Good.

She'll want to hear this.

Got something.

(phone beeps)

Forensics pieced
together Shamekh's vest.

It was remotely detonated.

Looks like they didn't trust him
to go through with the bombing.

So he wasn't radicalized,
he was coerced.

HS must have made him.

They're still examining
the various recordings,

trying to get a fuller picture,

but I wanted you to know.

Okay,
thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.

(phone beeps)

They must have
threatened his family.

It was his only way out.

(sighs)

You heard him, babe.

It's not on you.

Yeah.

Come on.

Let's go to bed, okay?

(groans)

Uh... I'll be right up.

(shouting,
explosion over computer repeats)

(shouting,
explosion over computer repeats)

Morning, everybody.

How's it going?

Chemistry midterm?

Ugh,
my brain is turning to mush.

(chuckles)

I believe the term is
"catalytic conversion."

Not for her. It's called stasis.

And look at that.
Everything's back to normal.

These two are bickering,
this one's not speaking to us.

Well, she has a point.

No, I'm not mad at you guys.

I'm too busy beating
myself up. For what?

Cooking a bowl of slop and
acting like a freak? Jason.

He's right. I'm sure you didn't.

You know what, tell him it was
our fault and invite him back,

and we'll order in.

Everybody wins.

I don't think we have to
worry about that happening.

If he's smart, he's long gone.

Dad, can you drive me to school?

I need to study
in the car. Sure.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Okay.

Yeah,
send him in. I think he knows the way.

Well, he can't be that smart.

(mouthing)

What?

Good morning.

I come bearing
delicacies of my homeland.

Oh, God, I hope you mean scones.

Well, it's not bangers and mash.

(laughs)

Madam Secretary, hi.

Dr. McCord, pleasure.

I'm Jareth,
like the David Bowie movie.

Nice.

Very nice to meet you.

Welcome back.

Uh, Jason I've met.

You must be Alison.

Hi. Hi.

You must be hungry.

(chuckles) Why?

Because I cooked
an inedible meal?

Because it's the morning and
you cooked an inedible meal.

(laughs) Dad,
we actually really have to go.

HENRY: Okay. Sorry, Jareth.

Not at all. One for the road,
please.

(phone vibrating)
Excuse me a minute.

Hey, Nadine.

Morejon wants to do what?

(talking quietly)

How much time?

Um,
tell the White House I'm-I'm leaving now.

Jareth, um,
I really do look forward

to getting to know you better.

We have time.

(mouthing)

JACKSON: Where
does a junior senator

get the stones to
sue the president?

In a democracy, there is indeed

a thing called
checks and balances.

The Justice Department tried
to have the injunction dismissed,

but the presiding judge is dyed-
in-the-wool anti-immigration.

And once Morejon files it,

the refugee vetting process
will drag on even longer.

And I hate to say it,
but a highly public court case

would make holding
onto 200 Libyan refugees

politically untenable for you,
sir.

I didn't intend to take
responsibility for these people,

but now that we have,
I'm not going to just send them back.

Well, you're the president.

Accepting refugees
is your prerogative.

ELIZABETH: Well, maybe we just

have to remind the
senator from Arizona of that.

(crowd cheering) Good morning,
everybody!

Yeah. Here it is.

We're gonna do it.

We're here to show you
that we mean business.

(cameras clicking)

Senator Morejon.

I'm... whew... so
glad I caught you.

You won't silence me again.

What I'm doing is legal.

So is this.

U.S. Refugee Act of 1980?

Section 207.

It gives the president authority
to admit refugees to the U.S.

in emergency situations.

Doesn't apply.

My injunction is about
his executive order.

True.

You can still ban these

243 refugees, specifically.

But when the president
pledged to accept 20,000 Libyans,

he also will have the authority

to place them in
any state he sees fit.

For instance,
they might feel right at home

in the dry desert climate
of your great state.

(sighs) And they'll
have you to thank.

Well, some of your constituents
might not see it that way.

But then again,

one of those young
refugees could grow up

to become a United
States senator.

And isn't that what
America's all about?

You have a great day... Senator.

(cameras clicking,
reporters murmuring)

Oh, babe.

Just bear with me, okay?

I went back and
looked at the recordings

that Russell mentioned,
but this time,

I knew that Shamekh was coerced.

I think I found something.

Here.

In this,
Shamekh is running towards camera,

so the audio's better.

You speak Arabic,

so listen to this and
tell me if I'm crazy

or is this guy using his
last moment on Earth

to tell us something.

(taps keyboard)

(shouting,
explosion over headphones)

ELIZABETH: He says
"Hijriyyah." It's a woman's name.

So he called for his mommy. How
does that help us? ELIZABETH: No.

No one in Shamekh's family
or affiliates has that name.

Fine then,
it's his favorite sled.

It means something.

It is a very specific,
highly unusual name in Arabic.

He's right.

In fact,
I came across it last night.

Idris Al Bouri... the warlord.

And his daughter... Hijriyyah.

Al Bouri announced
his allegiance

the day before our mechanic
says he saw Jibral Disah.

And his wife. But he only got

a glimpse of her hand,
red with clay.

Or-or henna,
a traditional Muslim bridal ritual.

She wasn't one of Jibral Disah's

existing wives.

She was his new bride.

So Al Bouri gives
her up to Jibral Disah?

Not gives, betroths.

An insurance policy
by allying himself

with Disah through blood.

Well,
why didn't we know about it?

Why the big secret?

Okay,
you're the most wanted man in the world.

You're hunted
down like an animal,

yet you take on a new
young bride anyway?

But you keep it a secret...

Because she is
actually important to him.

That's a weakness
we can exploit.

So we find the third wife,
and sooner or later...

we find the enemy.

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