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- You're going to get yourself killed. - It might be happening now.

He's rattling cages about a Special Forces plot to assassinate Roman Lenkov.

She's protecting Nicol. I'm turning her over to the police immediately.

No. If there is a shadow of a chance someone's gonna fucking kill you,

no, you stop.

I was gonna launch an inquiry.

- Chief of defense staff. Today. - Do it tomorrow.

I'm gonna keep her tonight in a safe house. See what she has to say.

Lenkov was hired by the British government.

Merritt Grove was one.

She won't say who else. It's gotta be Trowbridge.

Grove got cold feet,

so his collaborators killed him and Ronnie and almost you.

It all came together because I called Roylin.

Think it might be possible for the ambassador and I to have privacy?

She's running with scissors right into my staff and me.

This shit didn't happen when the Vayles were here.

Ronnie would still be alive.

- Two, two... - Good morning.

Three weeks ago, destruction blazed through HMS Courageous.

Forty-one British lives lost.

A second attack struck at the heart of our capital.

After painstaking effort, the security and intelligence agencies

and our police have identified the force behind the attack.

Roman Lenkov.

Russian mercenary leader.

Shadow of the Kremlin.

Last night, at my direction,

British Special Forces took every possible step

to detain Roman Lenkov and to bring him to justice in the United Kingdom.

The arrest became a firefight.

Today I stand here to tell the people of Great Britain and the world

that Roman Lenkov has been killed.

A stunning announcement from Number Ten.

The prime minister has attributed the recent attacks on the UK,

at home and at sea,

not to Iran but to Russian mercenary commander Roman Lenkov.

While...

Roylin.

Yeah.

What?

- It doesn't matter. - I get the sense that it does.

We knew this was gonna happen.

- Ma'am... - We did.

- It was a possibility. It's different. - Well...

We knew he was gonna accidentally not make it out.

That was a hit?

Ma'am I would prefer not to...

It is her right, and your responsibility, to keep me informed.

We knew, and Dennison was gonna investigate.

And we told him to wait.

Roylin asked for our help getting him to wait.

She used us.

Like hand puppets.

Like agents of a foreign power.

- Really? - Give her to the police.

- Okay. - You still have her?

- It's a CIA issue. You don't have to... - Give her to the cops.

- He's right. - Respectfully, he isn't.

The fucking prime minister just offed our witness. Turn her in.

Turn it down, please!

The prime minister is a mass murderer, and he's ordering hits like a mob boss.

Yeah.

So I'd like to spend some time with his... fixer or accomplice, whatever she is.

I'm not gonna fork her over to a law enforcement apparatus

that may have aided and abetted the crime.

- We aided and abetted the crime. - Yes, copy.

Meg Roylin admitted to knowledge of British complicity

in an attack on their own warship

and a bombing that killed an American Foreign Service officer.

We have a responsibility to report her to the authorities.

We don't.

You have diplomatic immunity. She does. I do.

I'm not talking about legally. This country has the right to know.

I'm gonna tell the director of the CIA.

If it needs to go up the chain, she'll say so.

My guess is, she'd rather have us learn more before we say more.

- Can we do something about that? - Yeah, sorry. Guys, too loud!

Thanks.

Dennison would like to see you.

Shit.

- He's gonna send me home. - No, he's not.

- I stopped him. - We both did.

I'm the one he's gonna send home.

Thanks, both of you.

I need a minute.

Last one in the room?

- What? - Nothing.

She thinks you take advice from whoever's last.

It's something people do. It's not unique to you.

Really?

Is he gonna be a problem?

No.

I'm really sorry.

This is on me.

It's on both of us.

Hey!

Stuart.

Don't come to us. We'll come to you. He's walking wounded.

- Hello. - Brad Chapman, Stuart Hayford. Kate's DCM.

- Pleasure to meet you. Thank you. - Grateful for your service.

Brad's the one who's helping out with the party.

Oh! Well, grateful for your service.

- Give me a second. - Of course.

- Katie! - She's in a meeting.

Knock, knock.

- You see the Trowbridge speech? - Yeah.

- What the fuck? - It's a wow.

Come say hi to Brad.

Call me.

Who's Brad?

Brad Chapman. Donor.

Paying for the party.

- Hey there! - Ambassador.

I don't know if I should bow or what.

- Let's start with this. - I'm giving Brad a tour.

Want to tag along?

Oh, I wish I could. Gotta run to the Foreign Office.

Oh, you should bring Brad.

It's a gorgeous building.

Not a great day for it. Security's gonna be tighter than usual.

- Because they killed a Russian capo? - Accidentally.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm.

- You think Russia's gonna retaliate? - Great question.

Unfortunately, she's got to dash.

Want some pictures? You and Kate by the big seal on the way out?

- Could we? - Sure.

Great.

You know, Brad's buying a piece of Wales?

- It's not a big piece. - It's not small.

- Where's Alysse? - Stacy's office.

The ambassador's gotta be out in three minutes.

Yep.

Good morning.

Where's my telephone?

I don't know.

Of course you do. He's taken it.

- You took her phone? - I didn't.

Must we go through this exercise?

There's no television or telephone,

and he refuses to let me near his computer.

Lenkov's dead.

We looked at your text messages.

You came into our embassy

and convinced the foreign secretary to wait a day

before launching an internal investigation. And...

Actually, I did that.

And the ambassador did that for you.

And then you sent some text messages that don't make any sense at all

but probably amount to a coded order.

You've been gracious hosts. I'd like to leave now.

I don't think you want to. People are getting assassinated.

- Are you detaining me? - I'm keeping you safe.

No, thank you.

Did you tell someone to kill Lenkov?

Absolutely not.

Ambassador, they should just about be done.

How is he? The foreign secretary.

It's been a tense morning, certainly. Tangling with Russia is a...

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Thank you for the invitation. To the Independence Day celebration.

Of course. Are you coming?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it. Last year, the frankfurters came on blue buns.

All the food was uh... red, white, and blue.

Ah.

- I think we absolutely want to... - Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.

We've just finished.

Whenever you're ready, I'm here.

Thank you, Jonathan.

- I... am so sorry. - Unnecessary.

Roylin played us, and I told you to back off.

I had a biting reprimand prepared for you.

But it turns out I don't need it.

Nicol's done.

No way.

Every one of them has written a letter of no confidence.

We need 54 to trigger a vote. We'll have that by lunchtime.

If the prime minister doesn't step down, we'll force him out.

Oh my God.

He ordered an execution.

No one believes Lenkov's death was an accident.

Holy shit.

Are you...

Are you gonna be PM?

No.

Hey, who knows? Maybe.

- You are. - No.

It's been floated, but that means almost nothing.

- Who floated it? - Them.

All of them?

Congratulations.

Let's not praise the day before the evening.

What do you need? How can we help?

Hm.

Your, uh... your big event is tomorrow night, isn't it?

- Fourth of July? Yeah. - Mm.

If Nicol hasn't stepped down on his own, we'd like to let him know it's time.

At my party?

We'll wander off to a quiet edge of the garden.

It's not his home turf, so he's less likely to make a fuss.

Sure.

There's a greenhouse behind the tennis court,

if you want some privacy.

Thank you.

I guess it's Independence Day for you too.

I... I suppose it is, yeah.

- Are you gonna out him for all of it? - What, for murdering 41 sailors?

Yeah.

And the car bombing.

We will start with the assassination,

and the rest will follow.

You're right.

Patience.

You're smiling. You should...

- Yeah. I'll tone it down. - Wise.

You're doing it too.

Am I?

That's terrible.

Most guests will go from security straight to the backyard.

Dignitaries will be escorted directly to the VIP room.

We're hoping to keep the ambassador in there so everyone gets a face-to-face.

- If she goes outside, we're fucked. - That's the consensus.

Where's Alysse?

She's with Stacy, going over the guest list.

What's the head count?

2,600-ish.

Can I get you for a sec?

Sure. Yours or mine?

Yours.

2,608 and counting.

Are we keeping him?

Stacy thinks we should.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Does Alysse like him?

Alysse is working out of Stacy's office all the time.

Because of the party?

Because she has a hard time sitting at her desk and looking at Ronnie's desk.

Trowbridge is done.

His party's turning on him.

Assassination's a red line around here.

He's out?

Tomorrow.

Can I...

Uh, yeah. You absolutely can.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Yeah.

Oh my God. It's all gonna come out.

Yeah. I mean, eventually. Right now, it's just about Lenkov.

Well, Lenkov's a butcher.

You kill that guy, you're not a pariah. You're an avenger.

He should go down for killing 40 of his own soldiers and an American FSO.

We'll get there.

One step at a time.

Dennison may pull the trigger at our party tomorrow.

At Winfield?

Out in the greenhouse or something remote.

And he told you?

He asked because he's so fucking polite.

Well the answer should be no.

- We don't get involved in local politics. - We're not.

We're hosting a coup d'état.

They're not gonna brain him with a flowerpot.

It's a formal, peaceful transition of government.

They should do it in a formal government building.

I ask Dennison for stuff all the time. He never asks me.

When we can say yes, we say yes.

That's not a reason.

I asked him to hold off investigating rumors about a Lenkov hit.

And then there was a Lenkov hit.

I owe him.

Let Billie know this is coming.

I don't want the president to be blindsided.

I'd like to let her know about the houseguest.

Since we're not blindsiding people.

Meg Roylin is not our houseguest.

She's not in the building. It's a CIA thing now.

Okay.

Eidra talked to the director. It's her operation. It's her issue.

I don't know. My deputy's dead.

Makes it feel like my issue.

Ma'am.

Ah. Ambassador.

- Started without you. - Is this dinner?

- It's a bake-off. - For the party.

Had a feeling.

They're all apple.

With subtle differences. Frances asked me to weigh in.

You as well, Ambassador. You will have the deciding vote.

If you have time. Though you may not.

I'm leaning toward number five.

- You have an opinion? - I don't.

You sure?

The lattice top is iconic.

- Number three. - Yes.

- Perfect. - Who's the winner?

- Braeburns from the State of Idaho. - Love it.

They'll be flown in tonight and baked in the morning.

Oh. Can't we source them locally?

The whole point is to honor... Idaho.

Just our sponsor asked me to keep sustainability at front of mind.

Yeah. Brad's gonna lose his shit over the carbon footprint.

Idaho may lose something of their own

if we tell them they've won the contest but have no need for their fruit.

Perhaps I should refer it to the committee.

Do you think?

Maybe leave the pies.

And do we have a bottle of champagne in the fridge?

Always.

- Could we? - Is it a special occasion?

Anniversary of our first date.

That is so beautiful.

Come.

When the fuck was our first date?

No idea.

Trowbridge... is finished.

No shit.

In the US he'd be a hero.

Yeah, two countries divided by a common language.

- Look at you. - I have a list of pithy sayings.

- I'm trying to throw them around. - Yeah?

Yeah.

What?

Ronnie made it.

Fuck.

Dennison's probably gonna be PM.

- Whoa. That's... worth drinking to. - Right?

He might be the best person,

like... truly decent man, I've ever known in politics.

It's...

I can't believe the good guy doesn't finish last.

Oh yeah.

Have you called the home secretary?

- No. - Hmm?

You should.

Give him a hint about your productive working relationship with Dennison.

Give him a leg up.

- Absolutely not. - Why?

Well, gosh...

Where to begin?

Because we don't interfere with domestic matters?

Because our history with regime change is uneven?

This isn't Kabul.

Exactly.

I don't need to get involved just to get closer to the heat source.

Dennison has it under control.

Thank God.

The "one good man."

Really?

What?

Nothing.

You should have taken Brad to the Foreign Office.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Have you any idea how much money he's ponying up for this shindig?

- I don't wanna know. - $300,000.

- For the 4th of July? - That's how much it costs.

What are we feeding them?

- Lobster rolls. - Why?

Brad is from Maine.

He's gonna be the first big donor to your campaign.

Do me a favor and eat the fucking lobster.

What campaign?

Let's not do this.

Vice president?

"Vice president?"

I'm not running.

The one thing everybody agrees on... This doesn't campaign.

You slip in the back door this term...

Are we whoring ourselves out so I can win a re-elect for a job

no one wants me for in the first place?

Building a war chest takes years.

We should not be throwing a party that costs $300,000.

- It's obscene. - You're right.

If you were married to a good man,

he'd serve popcorn and tell everyone to get the fuck out.

You better make sure there are no pictures on the website

of a career ambassador serving 4,000 lobster rolls.

The taxpayers will think they paid for it.

- Brad paid for it. - Great.

We can stick a flag in each one that says, "Brad paid for it."

We'll stick a flag in that says "SunFide paid for it."

It'll be on all the banners.

Don't even.

The committee came to me because they sure as fuck

weren't gonna ask you to drum up a corporate sponsor.

There's a walkthrough tomorrow.

They're scared to tell you because they think you won't show up.

Would you like to do the honors?

Why don't you?

- Ambassador. - Thank you.

Thank you.

"A bell is no bell until you ring."

"A song is no song until you sing."

"Love in your heart was not put there to stay,

because love is not love

till you give it away."

Thank you.

Hey, you're doing great on those.

Getting there.

My cousin said you have to push down on the handles or you mess up your armpits.

That's what I hear.

- You gonna be okay at the party? - On the grass, these won't sink.

They're wide at the bottom.

I was thinking about what happens by the end.

I'm hosting 2,800 people for a four-hour event.

I'm worried about a lot of things. Crutches don't make the list.

The fireworks sound like explosions.

You may want to have a plan.

Have you talked to the PM's detail?

Yeah.

Is he gonna bail?

I thought he might, but he's keeping his schedule.

Had a bunch of public appearances today.

- Is he getting booed? - You know, I asked.

There hasn't been as much blowback as I expected.

A lot of MPs are huffing and puffing. The public hasn't made a fuss.

People don't actually think it was an accident?

I don't know. It's weird.

But I asked if they needed more bodies on him, and apparently it's been okay.

Somebody wants a pull-aside with him at the party.

Okay.

In the greenhouse.

- I'll put a team there. - I don't want it to be a thing.

I'm just telling you.

If you want it empty, I need to put a team out there.

Why?

- It's a place people go to have sex. - At the party?

You're getting 3,000 people drunk. What did you think was gonna happen?

So, what do I say about the pull-aside?

Tell them to look around.

If people are fucking under that table, where they keep the tomato plants,

- they should go someplace else. - Okay.

Or let me put a team out there.

Fine.

How is our guest?

Fine.

And?

- Come on. - Plausible deniability is your friend.

- Why do I need it? - If I tell you, you don't have it.

What did she say about the assassination?

She said, "I did it. It's all my fault. I'm so bad."

Eidra.

She said, "I want to leave."

Actually?

Yeah.

So, is she gone?

No.

Why?

You can't keep her. You can't, like, detain her against her will.

Absolutely not.

Eidra.

No...

Eidra!

Hi.

Do you need her?

No.

Did you get a chance to look over the speech?

Not yet.

You got a copy?

Yes.

Just in case.

Thank you.

I talked to Billie.

She's pretty psyched to hear Trowbridge is on his way out.

Yeah. Long time coming.

Didn't love the idea it was happening here, though.

How did that come up?

I mentioned it. It would have been irresponsible not to.

What does, "She didn't love it," mean?

It means, call the foreign secretary. Tell him to do it someplace else.

- The White House is forbidding it? - The White House would rather not.

- They would prefer. - I want to know if she's saying no.

Or just disapproving. Run it by her, please.

Ma'am.

Getting Billie on the phone is near impossible.

I talked to her an hour ago.

I can call her myself if that's easier.

It's important, right?

Yeah.

I want a clear answer.

I will call her again.

Stuart Hayford.

- How long do I have? - Three minutes.

You okay?

You can't ask me that every time I call you.

What's up?

The ambassador would like to know if you are prohibiting her

from hosting a palace coup in a State Department-owned residence

or merely just disapproving.

What's the issue?

She says it's 'cause Dennison never asks for anything and he's asking for this,

so she wants it to be a yes.

Okay.

I think it's because she hates Trowbridge,

and she likes that it's gonna happen in her house.

She and Dennison can dance while the band plays, "Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead."

All right. Maybe you can wave your crutches in the air while they dance.

You're okay with this?

Not my favorite, but it's not a hill I need to die on.

- Are you worried about it? - Yeah.

- Run it by Ganon. See if he flips out. - I don't want to take it to Ganon.

Then it looks like I'm going out of my way to shut her down.

Aren't you?

She's asking if you are a hard no.

Well, I'm not. Give her a win.

Is that it?

I mean, yeah. I guess.

In 90 seconds a helicopter's landing on my lawn.

Yeah. That's it. Go.

Are you getting any sleep?

Enough.

- Are you hooked on the pain pills? - No. Jesus.

You sound like mopey Stewie.

I can't blow it off when you're in the prime PTSD window.

If something's going on, I want to know.

She's not your girl.

What does that mean?

She is not a vice president.

Because she doesn't want it or she can't do it?

Both. Probably. She's undisciplined and unfocused.

She can't take her eyes off the foreign secretary to get through a day.

Is something going on there?

If she's involved with the foreign secretary...

No. She's not.

Why did you bring it up, on a list of why you don't think she can be vice president?

She's frothing at the mouth to have the Ides of March play out at her picnic.

- She spends a lot of time with the guy. - That's her job.

- I know, but... - Are you worried we have a problem?

- With her as an ambassador? - For starters, yeah.

No.

If something's going on, you gotta tell me.

There isn't.

This is just...

Stewie, what the fuck are you doing?

You asked me a question, I gave you an answer.

All of this must be cleared right away.

We have guests arriving in moments.

If you are not one of the gentlemen parking guest vehicles,

you cannot be anywhere in my line of sight.

I can see very far and everywhere I look, I see service vehicles.

Pensy will count handshakes. Every 250, you soak.

- How long do I have to keep it in there? - Longer.

But now it hurts.

It's for the best.

Okay.

I'll also handle toweling. Just take...

I think I got it.

Great.

So, gates open at 7. You'll be on the receiving line till 9.

- Speech right before the fireworks. - 9:45 p.m.

I'll be running point before then. Alysse is after.

Um...

And you're up on everything?

Yeah.

She just hasn't been around.

This is all she's been doing.

I'll be here as well.

There's a lot of staff.

Can't you run point the whole night?

I need to step out.

You've been planning this a year. You double-booked?

The fireworks will sound like bombs. I'm choosing to be elsewhere.

Thanks, everybody.

Stuart, I am so sorry.

I wasn't thinking.

Yeah. That happens.

Ambassador, I'm so sorry to ask,

but could you pass along my gratitude to the prime minister?

For...?

Dispensing with that horrible man.

Lenkov?

It feels like just a small scrap of justice for Ronnie,

and all those poor sailors and, of course, Mr. Wyler.

Of course.

- Looks great. - You're not even looking.

I don't have to. You look great in everything.

Fireworks start at 9:45.

I talked to Frances.

The safe room is soundproof. If you want to skip all that.

- What, you think I'll spook? - It happens.

Katie...

I'm just saying, you don't have to stand in front of explosions

and pretend it's fun.

I'm saying I'll be fine.

Stuart's leaving.

Stuart hasn't been through this before. I have.

Dennison and his posse are going to be in the greenhouse at some point,

doing the deed.

Well, that's fireworks-worthy.

Yeah.

Who's in the death squad?

Uh, minister of defense.

Chancellor. Chief whip.

- Kline? - Is that the whip?

Yeah.

Okay.

I don't think he's in the posse.

- Why not? - 'Cause he canceled.

You working the phones on the RSVP line, now?

I'm looking at a guest list.

You're supposed to study it.

I took a flyer and figured you wouldn't, so I did.

Uh, Kline comma Steven,

Chief whip, Conservative Party, accepted, then 9:00 a.m. today, regretted.

Not a great sign for the one good man.

Why?

Oh, last-minute dropout.

Could be cold feet.

He's got like 60 people ready to walk.

He can manage without Kline comma Steven.

There's a cartoon all over social

of Trowbridge as St. George slaying the dragon.

- Lenkov is the dragon? - Hashtag don't cancel courage.

You should tell Dennison about the whip.

He may not know.

Might be awkward.

I'm not a part of it.

Or just the opposite. You're the only one he can trust, right?

Stuart wants me inside all night. In the VIP area.

That sounds about right.

You never did that.

- You always worked the whole party. - And you gave me shit about it.

Can we stop this?

- What are we stopping? - Everything I say, you say the opposite.

Just saying what I think.

Okay.

["Party in the U.S.A."

♪ I'm noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah ♪

I'm coming right back.

♪ They're playin' my song They know I'm gonna be okay ♪

- Pensy. - Oh, hello.

Anu Kapoor from the Foreign Office.

Yes, it's good to see you.

It's always very good to see you.

- Carl Meeser. - Why not?

- His knees are shot and his wife's dead. - No, stop.

Eight billion dollars looking for a hobby.

He'd never go for it.

Go out like this? In Baghdad?

No. Absolutely not. It's too hot in July.

We actually threw this party in February in a room that did not look like this.

- Are you expecting retaliation? - Who knows with the Russians?

They could shoot a British passenger jet, or they could pretend

they'd never heard of Roman Lenkov.

I think this goes in the "no news is good news" category.

We love British apples, but this is a real honor for the State of Idaho.

Bramleys from Nottinghamshire?

Nope. Haven't tried them.

Tart, firm, perfect for a pie.

I will track them down.

- Knobby russets? - Nope.

He's a Labour MP from Brighton.

He said he did a speech this morning,

reamed the prime minister over the assassination.

His wife calls. His constituents are egging his house.

- Labour voters? - Labour.

And of course they are. It's like killing Bin Laden.

You can't wag your finger at the guy who took him down.

You look like an asshole.

In the US. It's different here.

This guy's trying to get a candid. Should we give him a break?

- Sure. - Okay.

I understand that, but Warren is concerned. As am I.

If the numbers aren't with us, this is suicide.

We are giving him a warning.

He may well fold on his own.

He may.

Let me know if he does.

I'm sorry, Austin.

- Welcome. Have you tried the lobster? - No.

That didn't look great.

He's out.

He thinks it's too disruptive.

The whip isn't coming. Did he tell you?

Mr. Foreign Secretary have you met Mr. Chapman?

- Hey, there. - A pleasure.

Prime Minister.

The ambassador is on her way out to welcome you.

Bit tardy, isn't she?

- We have an underpinning situation. - I'm sorry?

An underpinning appears to have escaped.

I have no idea what you're saying.

Bra strap. On the left.

Shit.

Ah. There she is.

- Welcome. - "Hell is empty. The devils are all here."

We had quite a turnout. Thank you for coming.

I know you have a lot going on.

- It's ideal. I have much to celebrate. - Oh yeah?

I've been invited to a shindig even better than this one, if you can imagine.

Great.

Indeed.

Scotland.

The First Minister just invited me to some... something or other.

I fell asleep while she was describing it. She's not been my biggest fan.

So I take this right to heart.

It's been a bit rugged.

All of Whitehall accusing me of executing Roman Lenkov.

Perhaps it's turning around.

Well... glad to hear it.

- Would you like to come along? - To Scotland?

Stunning. If you squint past the seasonal depression and year-long alcohol abuse.

What say you?

This is where you say yes.

- Sure. - Splendid.

Ah, Hal Wyler. I'm taking your wife to Scotland.

You better come along and make sure I behave.

- Edinburgh? - Inveraray. Home of the Dukes of Argyll.

- Sir, hang on a second. - Mm.

I was trapped. I will find a way to get out of it.

The Scottish First Minister is currying favor with Nicol Trowbridge.

It's crazy.

My co-conspirators are all fleeing.

And Nicol is taking a victory tour.

And you are his opening act. You and Hal, the wounded survivor.

- He's using you. - Should we go somewhere quieter?

- Why? - To talk quieter.

Why don't you give it a few days?

Wait till there's more evidence. All your supporters will come back.

No, they won't.

And they don't have to. Because I'll do it alone.

That's not a good idea.

When I tell the rest of the world

that Nicol ordered a strike on his own aircraft carrier,

the press will dig in, and they'll find the evidence.

It'll end your career.

- Worth it. - No, actually it isn't.

It's the only power I've ever had.

There's no controlling him.

There's choosing a moment to set yourself on fire

and hope that it makes an impression.

Dennison's quitting.

- So he can blow the whole thing open. - What the fuck?

Killing Lenkov has made Trowbridge a folk hero.

- Even Scotland's kissing his ass. - Oh, that's why we're going?

He orders a hit on our one witness.

He's the new messiah.

So what are we, his entourage?

His props. Fucking groupies.

Hey, no. Kate, you can't...

You have a public profile we need to think about.

What? You want to tell him we're not going?

Tell him I'm the future vice president and he's a bad look on me.

He's a very bad look on you.

- Frances says Hal's doing the speech. - Wait, what?

I'm just introducing you. If you freeze, I'm here.

- I'm fine. - Spouse does a welcome all the time.

I said I'm fine.

- Where is it? - What?

The speech.

Oh.

Thanks.

Hello, everyone. Welcome.

Welcome to our new pad.

I think I could get used to this.

We love you!

Okay, quiet down, everyone. Quiet down.

Miles, Erica, I see you. Quiet down.

Thank you, everyone, for coming.

I'd like to say a big thank you to Brad Chapman and SunFide,

for feeding us like kings.

Listen, I... I know I'm not the attraction.

I think we've all been aware for some time.

Aw.

But I am simply proud as can be

to be appearing as official consort to Ambassador Katherine Wyler.

- You good? - They wrote me a really stupid speech.

Happy Fourth of July!

What a night.

Uh...

Democracy at its finest.

Two great nations celebrating a partnership forged in fire.

The separation was not easy 250 years ago.

Hal and I are grateful and, frankly, a little surprised you invited us back.

The first guy to have my job was John Adams.

He said this day was to be commemorated

by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty.

I think we have some work to do.

Walking the grounds tonight,

I'm not sure everything I've seen is an act of devotion to Almighty God.

They are acts of devotion to something. I'm not sure what.

That's my girl.

Brian, can you call Lucas?

Mr. Hayford's car, please. Shouldn't be more than a moment.

Wait, I'm sorry. Is his car coming first? I've been waiting 15 minutes.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I've seen four people come get their cars.

I'm sure they're more important,

but I would love to get out of everybody's way.

Brian, you can get her car first.

It's on its way, ma'am.

You say that, then somebody else's car comes.

Mr. Hayford?

Unbelievable.

I work here. I get priority parking.

Apparently.

Is the car coming?

We seem to have mislaid the keys.

- Really? - I'm sure it won't be more than a moment.

It's coming, but I'm gonna wait till it gets here.

You don't have to do that.

Oh, I kind of do. I'm their boss.

If they lose your car, I have to buy you a new one.

You really don't.

Yeah, I probably won't, but I can wait five minutes.

Make sure it gets here.

Do you work with a guy named Henry?

- Henry who? - Um, Henry Brody.

- You work at the embassy? - I do.

So does Henry Brody, allegedly.

There's 800 people who work there.

- He's totally lying. - Why?

Because he couldn't answer the question, "What's your job like?"

- Shady. - Could be totally legit.

People do stuff that's hard to talk about.

Or he's an insurance salesman with a wife

who's looking to pick up some tail overseas.

Brian, where is her car?

I'm working on it.

- They lost your keys. - What?

Get in my car. We'll drop you off.

- You can come back in the morning. - No, thank you.

It's not shady. I run the joint.

Get in the car.

I don't get in cars with strange men who yell, "Get in the car."

- I'm not yelling. - You sure?

I really gotta go.

I will just get in a fucking Uber.

I'm afraid of fireworks.

That is the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Can you do me a solid?

Okay. I'm getting in the car.

♪ Party rock is in the house tonight ♪

♪ Everybody just have a good time ♪

♪ And we gonna make you lose your mind ♪

♪ We just wanna see you ♪

♪ Shake that! ♪

- You okay? - Yeah.

- We can go inside. - No.

Can you feel my ribs?

Yeah.

You're gonna breathe with me, slowly.

In.

Out.

Don't look at that. Look at me.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Okay. I'm okay.

- You're okay. - I'm okay.

You're okay.