Elizabeth, are you in or out?
Are you insane, Will?
Knock.
Are you in or out?
- Of what? - Milkshakes at M&G's.
I have to study.
Come on, Euclid, it's 15 minutes.
Come on, you could use a break.
Yeah, your head is actually starting to take
- the shape of an egg. - Will.
At least there's a brain inside.
Ah, family time. Let's go, Elizabeth.
Last chance!
Bring me something back. Strawberry.
Gross. Who has strawberry? Like...
All right, get out of here.
Okay.
Close the door!
Sorry.
Two scoops.
SUZANNE: You could take a page out of her book, you know.
WILL: What book, the weirdo book?
Everybody at school thinks she's a nerd.
She's not a nerd. She's gifted.
Yeah, at being a nerd.
You have every bit
as much potential; it's just a matter
of applying yourself.
Wait, wait, turn this up.
The Fix.
- So cool. - (rock music playing louder)
Sounds like new wave to me.
Wait, you know what new wave is?
(tires screeching)
(Suzanne gasps)
(screaming)
(steam hissing)
(seat belt clicks)
Dad.
Come on. Come on.
(door creaks)
(panting)
Mom, what can I do?
What should I do?
Help!
Please, somebody help!
Help! Over here!
Please!
Somebody help!
Help!
HENRY: You really think your brother's gonna care about a photo?
(sighs)
Yes, because the last time he was here,
he made some crack about
not seeing one.
Well, don't we have any more recent ones,
- like maybe him and his family? - No.
Because in order to take one of those,
he'd have to be in the same location as his family
for more than five minutes.
Okay, you might want to get all that out of your system
before they get here.
That's what I'm doing.
You having second thoughts about getting him that interview?
No. It's the perfect job for him.
I mean, if he's really serious about settling down
and acting like a normal doctor
with a normal job.
I just... I don't want him to resent me.
Well, Sophie made it very clear that he needed
to get a job where he could spend more time with them.
So, if he wants to keep his family together,
he's doing the right thing.
I mean, I get how rewarding it is
to be a war-zone doctor.
Go to those places no one else will.
Sweep in, save lives,
sweep out.
Yeah, but Annie's only six. She deserves a father.
We figured out how to balance our lives, right?
So can he.
The fact that he wants to turn things around says a lot.
Yeah, it does.
We have that figured out, right?
Absolutely.
(both laugh)
(knocking on door)
Oh.
Aah! Yay, they're here! Finally!
(laughing, excited chatter)
What's with all the adults?
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi.
- Are we in the right house? - Yes.
Wait a minute, who is this young woman?
Annie.
Uncle Henry's kidding, honey.
You remember Uncle Henry and Aunt Elizabeth?
- No. - ELIZABETH: Well, of course not.
Because the last time you were here, it was so long ago,
- you were just three. - I've seen pictures.
Well, we got plenty of time to get to know each other.
Because why?
Because we're moving to this house.
- Oh. No, honey. - (laughter)
To this town.
Well, we'll... we'll see how it goes.
Okay, who's hungry? Come on.
Come on, we got all kinds of yummy muffins
and carbs and fruit.
Uh, kitchen is open for special orders.
Waffles and bacon.
No. Guests first.
And would you please put that away.
Just turning it off.
- I can also make smoothies. - Everything looks great.
Can I see this girl's room?
Alison? She must like what you're wearing.
She's into clothes.
So am I. In fact, I have a few looks
featured in a fashion and design show at school.
Which you are all officially invited to.
You don't have to come,
but please come.
We'd love to.
Should we check out my closet?
Sure.
I'm so glad you guys could come in on a Sunday.
Then we have time to hang out.
So what is this new job Mom told us about at Walter Reed?
Well, I don't have it yet. I'm interviewing.
But it's training trauma surgeons
to perform in high-stress situations.
So teach people to do what I... what I used to do.
It's gonna be so cool to have you guys in town.
ELIZABETH (chuckles): Yeah.
Wow. 9.1. That's a...
That's a big earthquake, right?
ELIZABETH: Where?
- JASON: Venezuela. - HENRY: Yeah, that's huge.
JASON: Everything's been knocked out.
There's no communication.
There hasn't been much upkeep on the infrastructure there,
but a quake that size could be devastating.
- Do we have an embassy in Caracas? - (cell phone ringing)
Yeah, we do.
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry...
Don't be. Go.
Nadine, how bad is it?
ELIZABETH: Still no communication with the embassy?
No, ma'am. No contact with the Venezuelan government, either.
Yeah, at this point, even the sat phones
are spotty and unreliable.
All we know so far is that President Suarez
was addressing the National Assembly
when the earthquake hit.
We have no idea why he called a session on a Sunday.
Other than he thinks he's God?
- Miss Tolliver? - He was probably mid anti-American rant.
And that guy never misses an opportunity
to rail against the brutish and imperialistic United States.
- He could be dead. - Rest in peace.
Okay, here are the satellite photos from Caracas.
The Plaza Bolivar is gone.
JAY: That's the roof of the Capitolio on the ground.
The embassy is at least still recognizable.
Would anyone even be there on a Sunday?
Keep trying our embassy employees' sat phones.
Yep.
We need to get in touch with the Ops Center
and get the latest stats on Americans in country.
Daisy, Nadine, make sure that the 800 number
and the Web site for information on Venezuela
- are up and running. - Yeah.
Coordinate with USAID.
I want to stay on top of our progress there.
What about me, ma'am?
Help with the messaging for worried families.
It's gonna be a hard few days.
If you could check on the 800 number,
I'll head over to the Ops Center.
Will do.
Excuse me, Ms. Tolliver, your line kept ringing.
I picked it up... I didn't know what the system was.
Well, there's not really much of a system today.
- Who is it? - Arabelle Marsh.
She's the wife of the former Secretary of State.
She says you know her.
Of course. Uh, I'll take the call in my office.
Well, she's here. She was calling
from downstairs from the lobby.
Oh. All right, uh...
Well, you can bring her up.
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
I'm sure it's about Venezuela.
- They had a place down there. - Of course.
Uh, does she know?
About you and Secretary Marsh?
I have no idea.
Can you check in with the Ops Center, too, please?
- Of course. - Thanks.
Thank you.
Arabelle... it's been a long time.
- How are you? - I'm well, Nadine.
Thank you for seeing me.
Thank you.
I can imagine what kind of day you're having.
Yes, it's a lot.
There's still not a great deal of communication,
and we're scrambling for information.
Well, unfortunately, that's what I'm looking for.
You remember Vincent and I had a ranch outside of Caracas?
Yes, I do.
Well, I kept it going after he passed away,
with the same property manager we had for years.
She lives in an area that's close to where the quake struck,
and I have not been able to reach her.
I know it's a lot to ask,
but I wondered if maybe you could help me
find out about her?
Of course. What's her name?
Carla Alvarez.
You might have even spoken with her on occasion.
Yes, I believe so.
I feel bad about asking,
but she really is like family.
Well, I'll do my best to get whatever information I can.
Thank you, Nadine.
So terrible what's happening.
I have fond memories of being there with Vincent.
Such a turbulent place, but he found it beautiful.
Something about it really spoke to him.
I remember.
So I will look into this and get back to you
as soon as I can.
- Thank you. Bye. - Yeah.
Bye.
Hey. So USAID and the navy are all set.
The hospital ship is manned, stocked, and ready to go.
Well, we can't move until we get permission
from the Venezuelan government.
Right, because President Suarez
would consider American aid to be an invading force.
Well, no foreign aid at all can get in there
without consent from the top.
Ma'am, I have Ambassador Willis in Caracas.
I got through on his sat phone.
Oh, thank God.
- Uh... - (speakerphone beeps)
Chuck, it's Secretary McCord.
I'm here with Jay Whitman.
WILLIS (on phone): Madam Secretary, Jay, finally.
(sighs)
You cannot imagine how relieved we are
to hear your voice. How are you?
- We are still standing. - (siren wailing in background)
The embassy was built to a higher building code
than most of the structures in Caracas.
So we took a hit,
but nothing like everyone else.
What about our people?
We have a number of injuries, some missing.
Three confirmed dead.
We're still trying to get an accurate account of everyone.
Look, I know we need to get aid in there,
but we can't risk sending anyone in
without permission from President Suarez.
President Suarez is dead.
My friend, Salvador Vela, is the Secretary
of the National Assembly,
and according to him, the... the whole Capitolio collapsed
as the president was speaking.
The Executive Vice President died, too.
We need to speak to the next in the line of succession.
Who's that?
Uh... President of the National Assembly.
He's dead, too.
Venezuela's constitution only stipulates
a three-person line of succession.
There's no one else named after that.
Chuck, we'll figure this out.
Okay, in the meantime, you need to stay safe
while we coordinate a response plan
to get all non-essential embassy people evacuated, okay?
Yes, ma'am.
I know I don't need to say this, but...
please hurry.
Talk soon.
Okay, let's move!
MAN: Keep an eye on those test tube kits.
They don't come cheap.
(vehicles approaching)
MAN: Vamos, chicos!
_
No. Somos doctores.
_
(men clamoring and yelling in Spanish)
Somos doctores. Somos doctores!
Somos doctores!
Somos doctores! Somos doctores!
_
♪
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HILL: The abducted aid workers are part of an NGO
operating out of Florida.
They're called
The International Collective of Doctors.
They pride themselves on being the first to arrive
wherever they're most needed.
Yeah, well, they might want to rethink that.
Do we have any idea who grabbed them and why?
DEA Intel says that they were taken by Los Huérfanos,
a mega-gang that rules the slums of Caracas.
They've also become
the unofficial police force
for Francisco Suarez Jr.
The late president's son?
He has a reputation for being a globetrotting partier.
He's a gang leader now?
No.
He's in government now.
He says he's the new president.
He's never held public office.
Even the Venezuelans make fun of him.
So he has no real claim to the presidency.
What he does have is six American aid workers.
HILL: Suarez Jr.'s actions have managed to halt
all other international groups
from sending in aid because of safety concerns.
I'd hate to pile on, but...
I spoke with Colombia's foreign minister.
They're expecting a sizeable escalation
in what's already a big refugee problem with Venezuela.
Well, we have hit the trifecta...
a hostage crisis, a humanitarian crisis,
and a political crisis.
All in one.
Let's start by tracking down Suarez Jr.
Get him on the phone, see what his demands are.
Sir,
we can't acknowledge the status he's assumed.
Of course not.
We're calling to offer our condolences
for the loss of his father.
Then see what happens.
Anybody home?
HENRY: Just me. I'm in the kitchen.
Just you?
Yup.
What have you done with my family?
Apparently, there was some kind of sewing crisis
in the collection
for Alison's fashion show,
so Sophie and Annie volunteered
to be her wingmen at the fabric store.
Hey, that... that sounds...
Terrifying?
So terrifying.
Well, I guess you'll be the first to know, I got the job.
Hey, man.
Fantastic, congratulations.
- Oh, good for you. - I'll be head of the training program.
Grooming my successors.
And I am stoked.
Dude.
Lying is not your gift.
Well, not stoked yet,
but, uh, I'll get there.
Well, come on, it's important work.
And you get to stay in the same place for a while, you know?
Keep your family.
You know, if we don't get aid down in Venezuela soon,
it's gonna make Haiti look like a day at the fair.
Oh, I know.
I just got off the phone with your sister.
She had the overwhelmed voice. You know, that...
Oh, yeah.
Half sentences.
(sniffs) Unfinished thoughts.
Dangling modifiers.
Wow, sloppy grammar Elizabeth?
(chuckles) She's in the thick of it.
Yeah, she is.
But having you guys around really helps.
Yeah, we really like spending time with you guys, too.
You know, every time
I flew into one of these disasters,
it started the same way.
We'd tell each other our war stories.
It sounded like a competition,
but I'm sure we were just preparing for
what we were about to walk into.
I don't know if you had a similar process in the Marines.
You mean posturing and bravado, and trash talking
to disguise how terrified
we all were?
Nah, we didn't have anything like that in the Marines.
Do you ever miss it?
Being a part of something bigger?
Something essential?
Well, I'd like to think that I still am.
But it doesn't have to be round the clock.
And it shouldn't have to cost you everything.
Just because something isn't life-threatening,
doesn't mean it's not essential.
So you really managed to get there, huh?
Yeah.
How?
Well, I thought about all the guys I knew
who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Those brave men and women who left their families behind.
Some didn't even have a chance to have a family.
And they were willing to risk that...
uh... I guess for the same reason I was,
a sense of duty.
But there comes a point where you've done your part,
and if you go beyond that,
then you might have other motives.
Honestly,
the idea of losing my family scared me in a way
that going into battle never did.
Yeah.
I get that.
DALTON: We would like to express
our condolences on the loss of your father.
He was a great man.
Something your country never acknowledged.
ELIZABETH: We all come together in times of loss,
Mr. Suarez.
That's why we'd like to talk about
the American aid workers who have been
taken hostage by Los Huérfanos.
This is news to me.
But perhaps these aid workers should've
come to me first, I would've tried to
assuage my people's fear
that America was staging a covert invasion.
A covert invasion armed with medical supplies?
Los Huérfanos is rumored to be quite vicious.
I can talk to them on your behalf,
but I would need something in return.
Recognize my presidency
and acknowledge its legitimacy.
Fine, Mr. President.
Now, will you please free our aid workers?
I will need a public acknowledgement
of my presidency.
Show me and my people the respect we deserve,
and I will insure the release of your hostages
and allow international aid missions into my country,
but under my supervision.
DALTON: If you want the trust and loyalty
of your people, freeing our aid workers
so that international aid can flow in,
will take you a lot further than attempting to blackmail
the United States.
I suggest you move quickly
so that your people will not be harmed.
That little pissant.
A pissant who seems to have us over a barrel.
He knows that a U.S.-recognized
administration would give him legitimacy.
We cannot be seen as capitulating
to a wannabe dictator.
Of course not.
But we still have a humanitarian crisis
that's getting worse by the hour,
and six American hostages' lives
that hang in the balance. We've got to do something.
Decapitation strike by way of natural disaster.
There's nothing in the rule book for that.
On the up side,
we don't have to worry about breaking the rules.
ELIZABETH: So...
what if we help the Venezuelans find a legitimate leader?
JAY: I just talked to my buddy Pete at the Venezuela desk.
He says we could make the argument
that the title of interim president
should go to the senior-most surviving member
of the National Assembly.
So roughly the same as our Speaker of the House.
Exactly.
It's an interpretation we can use to get someone in power.
I think the U.N. would support it.
Okay, that's good.
So who is it and is he or she still alive?
Salvador Vela, the Secretary of the National Assembly.
Who told Ambassador Willis that President Suarez was dead.
So, we know he survived.
If we go to Vela and get him to accept the position
of interim president,
he would be eons more legitimate than Suarez Jr.
Well, and he would certainly allow in aid, so...
There's one small hiccup.
Of course there is.
We don't know where Vela is.
We need a search and rescue mission.
Don't we have assets in Colombia, right?
DEA has armed units stationed
within miles of the border with Venezuela.
Okay, doesn't solve our hostage crisis,
but it's a start.
- I'm going back to the White House. - Yes, ma'am.
Daisy, any word yet
on that woman I asked you to find,
- Carla Alvarez? - Uh, not yet.
(scoffs)
I've been trying to coordinate with the Ops Center
about the hotline we set up.
Though the information is still spotty and unreliable.
I'll keep checking.
Oh, never mind, I'll do it myself.
Seriously?
Hospitals in Caracas, the ones still standing,
you think someone's still taking patient info?
I'm doing the best that I can.
I know. I know, you're right. I'm sorry.
We're all a little on edge.
And I can see how this would be a little more sensitive for you.
I know Carla Alvarez.
Did you know her well?
I'd see her when Vincent and I visited down there.
Arabelle doesn't know I ever went to the ranch.
Unless she does.
Ugh.
This situation
is just a big morass.
I feel like blurting out the truth.
Which would be awful.
But I don't know, maybe it would just...
I don't know, set us both free
somehow.
(sighs)
I'm just not sure that I can carry this forever.
Not by myself.
Foreign affairs, I'm great.
Domestic affairs?
Not so much.
(chuckles)
Because the telecommunications are so disrupted,
most of the nation doesn't even know
that Suarez Jr. has declared
himself president, but we have to act fast.
So, assuming we can even find Vela,
if communications are so bad,
how-how is he gonna let his people know
that he's in charge?
We'd have to get him to Caracas,
to the local television station there,
which is in the process of rebooting.
And what if Suarez Jr. gets there first?
Well, that's a possibility.
But... I think he's playing a different game...
waiting for your endorsement
before he goes in front of the cameras.
Well, any mission the U.S. undertakes
to help Mr. Vela become president
would have to be done with a deft touch.
Or how about not at all?
The U.S. can't risk being seen as installing
a puppet president in Caracas.
This is in no way
the Contras and the Sandinistas.
We're not putting our thumb on the scale,
just delivering to the Venezuelan people a...
key part toward building
their own scale.
(sighs) Well...
Vela's no friend of the United States.
He's been very vocal about it...
so we got that going for us.
He may not be a friend to the U.S.,
but he is legitimate and a lot of lives
would be saved if we help him.
Would he help us free our hostages?
We have every reason to think that once he's in charge
and he has the military behind him,
he would want to free
our doctors and nurses
who have come to help his people.
I know the intrusion of political reality
may not be welcome here, but losing lives
in a covert Venezuelan op...
could cost us our already
tenuous grasp on the election.
I'm-I'm not... saying it's a factor.
It's just a fact.
Noted.
But I can't let the election stop us
from saving so many lives.
Let's move on this.
Hello.
We're in here.
Male bonding in my kitchen.
I love that.
Where's everybody else?
HENRY: Girls night.
Something about pedicures and salad.
Tempted as we were,
we opted for leftovers and beer.
HENRY: Jason's upstairs,
claiming to be doing his homework.
He's probably gambling online.
As long as he wins.
(sighs) What are you having?
I wasn't sure
I'd get to see you tonight, but, uh...
since you're here...
...I've decided not to take the job.
I'm going to Venezuela with my medical team.
First of all, you're not going to Venezuela
because no aid is allowed in there yet.
The State Department has officially issued a warning
against any U.S. citizen entering the country.
We consider ourselves warned.
And second of all,
you cannot do that to your family.
To Sophie and Annie, but also to me.
I-I went out on a limb
to get you that job interview.
The people at Walter Reed were very understanding.
- (sighs) - So...
- Of course they were. - They were.
Everybody's always understanding of the big hero.
'Cause they don't get to see what
your choices cost everyone around you.
Look, Henry seems to have made his peace with letting go
of being in the field, but we're not the same guy.
Henry puts himself at risk
- more than you know. - Elizabeth.
But unlike you,
he has an understanding of limits.
Yeah, and he's right here.
You know how Sophie feels.
If you go back in the field, she's going to leave you.
You know that.
You need to start calling
this what it is.
This is an addiction.
(laughing): Really?
Is-Is that it?
No, I couldn't be more serious, Will.
You need help.
So, when I go to work in a dangerous situation,
it's an addiction, but when you do it,
it's a calling.
I am not constantly putting my life at risk.
No, just half the time.
Nearly getting yourself blown up in Iran?
That happened.
And Henry just told me about your stalker.
Wow, you guys did
- a lot of talking. - Yeah, we had a family talk.
I never imagined it would be used against me.
- Well, that's what Will does. - I was using it
- to illustrate a point, as family, that... - Divide and conquer.
- Okay. - Anyone and anything is fair game
- You know what? - as long as it serves
his higher purpose.
I don't want to fight about this.
I'm going to Venezuela.
Oh, boy, here we go.
I can't believe
you're just walking out, bailing on the whole thing.
Just let it go.
(sighs)
Mom and Dad would be so disappointed right now.
What?
It's true.
Don't-don't... You have
no idea what letting them down feels like.
None.
I was there.
You weren't.
Really? You want to do this?
Okay, I wasn't there.
I wasn't in the car.
If I had been, maybe they would have lived.
Or maybe I
- That's... - would have died, too, or instead.
- That's not what I'm... - Do you think that I haven't
turned that scenario over in my mind
- a million times? - That is not
- what I'm talking about. - Then what?!
What are you talking about?!
I couldn't save her, all right?
Mom died because of me,
because I didn't know what to do.
They died instantly.
That was the story, but it's not true.
She was still alive...
for, I don't know, a few minutes.
Just sitting there, staring at me.
I-I used my sweatshirt
to try and stop the bleeding,
but it was pointless, so I...
I just left to try and get some help.
And by the time I came back, she was gone.
So, the last thing our mother saw was me...
failing her.
You never told me.
Why would I?
Because it's the story of my life, too.
Not that moment.
That one...
(sighs deeply)
...that one belongs to me.
(phone buzzing)
You gonna get that?
I have to go, but I want to talk about this later.
Please, don't leave before we do.
(door closing)
We've located
Salvador Vela.
He is safely hiding in a residence
in El Junquito,
which is about ten miles west of Caracas.
Good, so that's near the television station.
Except he's in no shape to be moved.
WARE: I've spoken with our DEA units
on the ground there
and they've assessed his condition.
He has a compound leg fracture that he sustained
when the Capitolio collapsed.
It's vital that we get him to declare the presidency.
You're telling me there's no way to secure his leg enough
for a ten mile journey?
If he had gotten immediate medical care, maybe.
He's got a high fever.
He's in and out of consciousness.
They gave him first aid, but he needs a lot more
than we can supply.
Then what about abandoning this strategy
and going directly for our hostages?
Any progress
- on where they're being held? - None.
Los Huérfanos is a gang that operates
out of the slums of Caracas.
They have no central hideout
that we can ascertain.
We're out of alternatives and time.
So what?
We just give Suarez Jr. what he wants?
Maybe.
As Russell said, when there's no rule book,
you don't have to worry about breaking the rules.
Sometimes I just say stuff.
Yeah, but there's always a little wisdom in it.
I think you may be right, Bess.
Seriously?
Arabelle, hi.
Hi, Nadine.
I have good news for you.
Carla's safe?
Yes, she is.
Well, she was injured,
but she received treatment
at a local clinic
and she'll make a full recovery.
I'm so relieved.
Thank you.
As I said, she's like family.
And I appreciate you taking the time to do this for me.
Well, I was glad to help.
Actually... I was happy to be able
to do something for you.
Oh?
Why is that?
Well, uh...
I feel like we fell out of communication
after Vincent passed.
And, uh... it was so...
well, it was... such an abrupt end.
We never really... got a chance to talk.
Well, the truth is, it's painful for me to be around you, Nadine.
I'm sorry.
When the scandal hit, I was blindsided.
I felt so ashamed,
realizing I didn't know my husband
the way I thought I did.
But the idea that he was a conspirator
in this rogue operation
to blow up the Iran peace deal...
covert meetings,
secret bank accounts, all of it...
and I didn't have a clue.
(breathes shakily)
Well...
...what you need to remember is that he died
trying to do the right thing.
He was a good man who took a wrong turn
for idealistic reasons,
no matter how misguided they were.
He lost his bearings a little...
but that didn't change everything about who he was.
Yes.
That's right.
But it also doesn't change how blind I was.
You loved him.
And we know what they say about that.
Nadine, is there anything else I need to know?
No.
There isn't.
Well.
Thank you, again.
For your time.
Take care.
♪
(door opens)
Venezuela faces a crucial time in its history,
and every crucial time requires a capable leader.
With President Francisco Suarez Jr.
taking the helm as Venezuela's new president,
we anticipate that the recovery from this natural disaster
will be handled with supreme care and expediency.
God Bless the people of Venezuela.
REPORTER: As to be expected,
Dalton's opponents in the election
wasted no time in reacting.
Once again, we see just how weak President Dalton is.
Anointing the first person who claims his name
is Suarez to the position of president.
REYNOLDS: President Dalton once again
demonstrates just how tone deaf he is
to the rest of the world. What about the Venezuelan...
(laughter)
(excited chatter)
Mr. President...
the hostages.
We have to work on
getting them released immediately.
I am a man of my word.
Tell your president I said that.
The hostages will be at Charallave airport in an hour.
♪
(shouting in Spanish)
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on, everybody!
DALTON: Congratulations, gentlemen.
Some of your finest work
performed for an audience of one.
(laughter) You're much more relaxed when speaking
to an imaginary press, Conrad.
REYNOLDS: I have to say, I'm more than
a little unnerved by both your acting skills.
Well, we have to send a special thanks to CYBERCOM.
'Cause of their signal jamming, there was no chance
Suarez Jr. could check with the outside world
on our little, uh, fake news report.
Well, I think this demonstrates what we can achieve
when we come together for common goals and values.
Some things do rise above the level of partisan politics,
like being blackmailed by a common thug.
Hear, hear. Hostages saved, dictatorship averted.
Uh, we're still working on that last part.
Thanks again, gentlemen.
- EVANS: Mr. President. - REYNOLDS: Sir.
DEA reports Junior's still holed up in his bunker,
but now he's sending out gang members to summon the press.
We might not have long before he realizes he's been duped
and makes a run at the state television station.
So, how are we going to get aid to Vela
so he can get well enough to get there first?
It could just be a matter of turning a helicopter around.
- What? The hostages? - They're all ready to go.
We just pulled them from the jaws of death.
Can we really ask them to go back in?
From what I know about guys like this...
we may not even have to ask.
(birds chirping, dog barks)
Hi, Daddy.
Hey, sweet pea.
You know I'm... I'm leaving today.
Yes.
I'm gonna be gone for awhile, but, uh...
(sighs) you know I love you.
I love you, too.
Come here.
Oop...
There are...
sick people,
who need daddy's help, you know that, right?
Otherwise, there's nothing that would make me leave you
or your mother.
I know. Bye, Daddy.
♪
Hi. Sorry to bother you.
I'm doing a quick load of laundry.
- Do you want to throw anything in? - Oh,
no, thanks. Do you know where it is?
- Yeah. - (door opens)
Hey.
Where's Will?
You just missed him.
I did?
He's flying out to Venezuela.
Annie and I are packing to go back to London.
Sophie, I'm so sorry.
Don't be.
To be honest,
I never really thought the whole job thing would happen.
But I appreciate everything you did.
Mind if I get tucked into the wine
while I do this?
Help yourself.
(quietly): Thank you.
I can't believe he left.
Did you try and stop him?
No.
Look, maybe it's time we just let him be.
He knows what's at stake. We did the best we could.
Or, you might still be able to catch him. Go.
Just like that? Chase him to the airport?
Yeah. He's your brother.
I love you.
- I love you, too. - Okay.
(door opens)
There's a military aid transport, leaving for Caracas.
Uh, yes ma'am. It just took off at 2100 hours.
You missed your flight?
- Couldn't go. - Why not?
When I said good-bye to Annie,
she wasn't upset.
Made no impression on her,
and she wasn't masking her pain.
She was just used to
Daddy going away. (chuckles)
That's her life.
So...
for the first time ever, when I got ready to board,
I thought, you know what?
Let someone else do it.
I think it's okay to pass the mantle.
You've saved enough people for a while.
And none of them are ever gonna be Mom.
No. They never are.
I'm so sorry that...
you had to... (sighs)
go through this alone, and I'm mad at myself
for not figuring it out, I...
With what? Your magical CIA skills?
No.
With my magical big sister skills.
- It was my job to take care of you. - Yeah.
Well, I was trying to take care of you.
I just didn't think it was something that you
needed to know.
I've never really been able to give you anything,
except that.
- That's not a gift, Will. - I know.
It's a plan that a stupid, traumatized 13-year-old
came up with, and for some reason,
I was still carrying it around.
Well, return it.
I'd rather have something from the Gap.
You know, last night,
when the three of us were fighting,
it felt s... distantly familiar.
And I thought, this is weird, all these messy feelings
flying around... what is it?
And then I remembered,
like going back in a time machine,
that this is family.
And I've been running from it my whole life
because I'm afraid of losing it.
Again.
You're not gonna lose us.
- Sophie on the other hand... - Oh...
I know.
I called her.
That woman... she's crazy.
For some reason, she still loves me,
at least enough to have the discussion.
Maybe we can work it out.
I don't believe the last thing Mom saw
was you failing her.
The last thing she saw was that you were okay.
And she knew that we would have each other.
I think she was all right,
knowing that.
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