-[overlapping yelling] -[tense music playing]
[Ganon] Protestors are gathering at 16 embassies.
The president needs to call the PM and apologize.
We had an agreement. He broke that.
A mob has your wife trapped in her house. Is it going well?
Roylin planned the carrier. She hired Lenkov.
That's what Trowbridge was supposed to say.
The world thinks Rayburn was involved.
Rayburn was involved.
I have never been in this house by myself.
When you have a spouse in this line of work,
there's an impulse to protect them.
Kate is my second lady. She's not my wife.
Trowbridge won't meet with us.
He's reaching out to China.
The president needs to call Nicol and apologize.
We cannot allow China to reach the sub. It's carrying the Poseidon.
It's a salted bomb designed to maximize radioactive fallout.
The president has to call him.
How long has he known this?
Callum.
You tripped over a problem and decided to handle it unilaterally.
And I called the people you trash and look down on
and begged them to help me clean up your shit.
Your president called Nicol and proposed a bilateral summit.
He's accepted. Should be here in ten hours.
-Are you done with me? -I don't know.
[tense music fades]
[somber piano music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
-[man] Welcome to Chequers, ma'am. -[Grace] Thank you.
[Todd] Thanks.
Good morning.
-Welcome. -Thank you.
-Welcome. -Good morning.
-Good to see you. -Thank you.
[photographer] Thank you.
[camera shutter clicking]
[wheels rattling]
Both keys, in case you choose to use the second room.
-It's through the vestibule. -[Hal] Thanks.
Enjoy your stay at Chequers.
[door closes]
I told him my throat's been scratchy, and if it turns into something,
we need a separate bedroom so I don't get you sick.
You don't have to do that.
I don't want a night where neither of us sleeps,
and we just lie there radiating rage.
Okay.
And, you know, Callum.
-Yeah. -I mean, he's here, right?
I didn't invite him.
-I know. -He's running negotiations for the Brits.
He'll be point on remediation when we get into all the sub mechanics.
Yeah, so if you have the room to yourself…
-You think I'm gonna sneak him in? -Yeah.
What are you doing?
-I'm trying to make this less awkward. -You failed.
This man is a part of your present, and quite possibly a part of your future.
-I thought I should get with the program. -Are you lying?
You're a bitch.
-Sorry. -Really… bitchety.
-It's… just weird. -No, it's not. This is how this works.
I'm not gonna fuck my boyfriend in a room procured by my husband.
"Thank you." "You're welcome."
"I see how very hard you're trying, Hal, and, uh, I find it moving."
"It can't be easy."
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-It can't be easy. -It's not.
Look at this.
-Look at this. Gracie. -What?
Move yourself over here, bodily.
-Christ. -I'm coming.
All this buildup, you're gonna be…
you're gonna be underwhelmed.
Let me see. Mm.
[Todd] Mm.
What is this?
Your mom sent it. Some fucking blog or something.
"The President and Her Beau"?
[Todd snorts]
Look how young and strapping I am.
-We're so cute. -Mm.
You look like a child.
[Grace] Mm.
My child bride.
Twenty-six is not a child.
No, a hot youngster. As you are now.
-[chuckles] Stop! That tickles. -Mm.
This was not a bad haircut.
[Todd moans softly]
Oh my God.
Like a… Like a fresh focaccia.
[chuckles]
[shocked laugh] Stop. Oh my God. You're impossible.
Au contraire. [inhales deeply] I am entirely possible.
-[Todd growls] -[chuckles]
-[door knocking] -You will be punished for this behavior.
-Ah! -[man] Ma'am, are you all right?
-What? -[man] Entering.
-[door opens] -No! No, Jun. Thank you. We're fine.
-All good. -I'm so sorry.
[Todd] Marital.
-Stand down. -[Todd] Consensual.
-[door closes] -Fuck me.
Well, I was gonna, but the assumption
that I'm assaulting you kinda kills the mood.
He should be able to tell the difference between my laugh and… and an alarm call.
-He spends enough time with me. -Yeah.
What?
Uh, you… you don't do it as much anymore. Now that you're the… the biggie cake.
What?
Laugh.
That's not true.
-That's awful. -Well, it's all right.
You're in a serious line of work.
I still experience joy.
Less.
-What a crappy thing to say. -With what's-his-face you do.
-Who? -The vice president.
I think you find him delightful.
-What's that mean? -It means that he delights you.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I smile in his presence.
I think it's valuable to show people that you appreciate their work.
It is.
Rayburn glowered at me
every time I came through the fucking door.
-[Todd sighs] -And he liked me.
That's not cool.
People work harder with positive feedback.
Well, Hal's going to work really hard with all the feedback he's getting.
Is there something on your mind?
Why is it okay that you two are both here?
Isn't somebody always supposed to be in Washington?
Or at least in the… the continental United States?
-We never traveled with the Rayburns. -Yes, we did.
Overseas?
Hal has a relationship with the lord of the manor,
and his wife is here.
It would be ungenerous for me to see her and not him.
-No, we wouldn't want that. -Do you… need an activity?
What are you gonna do the next five hours?
They have a whole itinerary planned out for me.
I'm getting a tour of the Camellia House,
and… then I'm going to visit every place on the property
where Winston Churchill took a shit.
-You didn't have to come. -I was asked.
Find something to do.
Because this… that happens when you're bored?
-What happens? -I'm not your scratching post.
Go for a goddamn walk.
[gentle thumping]
[grunting]
[orchestral music playing]
Vigorous.
-Vigorous! -[moans]
[thumping quickens]
[Kate] You okay with the water?
Yeah.
No?
Should be fine. With Russia, we don't drink the water.
-Because they poison it? -I mean, not every time.
We haven't poisoned it.
No, I'm sure you haven't.
Shall I remove it?
It's fine.
The flags, that one is, um…
Listing, right?
It is.
I'll find another.
I was a fucking prick.
Blue nose, shit, fuck.
It was my fault.
If you poisoned my water, I would understand.
You raised a completely legitimate issue.
Boundaries are healthy.
-Not touching you right now is-- -It's a form of torture.
[footsteps approaching]
-Are they ready? -Just about.
Uh, when they go in, can I get you to the Camellia House quick?
-Why? -Photo, with the other spouses.
The other three are doing a tour, which I am told can take over an hour.
And that is just the flowers. All you have to do is a photo.
Which other three?
Lydia, Todd, and, uh…
Damn it. I keep forgetting her name. Uh, Dennison's…
Uh...
Dennison's what?
-Partner, friend? -He brought her?
They started dating like five minutes ago.
-He did. -It's that serious?
Presumably.
Is she pregnant?
I did not ask.
-Well, why else would he bring her? -Fondness?
[footsteps approaching]
It's time.
[serious orchestral music playing]
[music fades out]
[inhales] You took me into your confidence.
Yes.
Following a prolonged period of deception,
and… [inhales] …only after your hand was forced by the Russians.
Nonetheless… you trusted me to keep my thoughts to myself,
and… I…
Did not.
No, I did not.
You made a few careers in the press pool. At least there's that.
Indeed.
I have come to know the tang of betrayal. I did not wish it on you.
Only your predecessor.
Sadly, we were in my house. He was not.
Sadly, it is his legacy that lives on.
Not yours.
I cannot accept responsibility for my predecessor's actions,
but I profoundly regret the consequences.
The 41 young men and women who are now dead.
Yes. It was an unspeakable tragedy.
But I won't let it stop us from averting a catastrophe.
And I think that's what we have on our hands.
The United States has received credible intelligence
from a highly classified source
identifying the disabled Russian submarine off your coast as a B-90 Sarov.
I'm aware of that.
We've learned it's also carrying a weapon called the Poseidon.
It's an underwater drone powered by a small nuclear reactor
armed with a nuclear warhead and designed to contaminate
an unusually large area with radioactive fallout.
I know what it is, madam.
The Poseidon is a fictional tool designed by the Russians
to place fear in our hearts.
I see that it has succeeded.
That's what I believed as well. Unfortunately, it appears to be real.
And at the moment, it's 12 nautical miles off your northeast coast.
If you let China help you retrieve the sub,
you'll be handing them a doomsday weapon.
Every second that sub remains in your waters,
you're risking a radiation crisis and a Russian incursion.
You're in a bind.
The United States would like to help.
[door opens]
[door slams closed]
Motherfucker.
[curious music playing]
Hello!
-Ambassador! -This is… Wow!
-[man] Welcome. -[Lydia] Glad you could join us.
-Come on in. Lot of beauty. -Sorry to keep you waiting.
-Not at all. -I was herding the cats. Hi.
It's good to see you again.
It is.
-We've met before. -No, I remember, of course. [chuckles]
It's nice to see you again.
-Uh, are we taking a photo? -[man] Yes.
[man] Perhaps if we're all in a line.
[Kate] Okay, yes.
Uh, ma'am, can I borrow you for a moment? I'm sorry. It's urgent.
Ye… Um…
I'm so sorry.
[Todd] Mm.
-[Kate] He walked out? -[Dennison] I need you to listen to me.
I wanted to listen to you. That's why I called you 83 times.
She told him Poseidon's not only real, but floating off our coast.
Yes!
He thinks she's lying.
What?
[Grace] Lying?
He thinks she flew 3,000 miles just to lie to him?
About an underwater Chernobyl?
It's a move. He knows perfectly well I'm not lying.
I'm not sure it is.
I mean, we just admitted to lying about the aircraft carrier.
-Our word is no longer… -Worth shit.
Is he going back to China?
I don't know.
The Poseidon could sink Taiwan. Does he understand that?
If he doesn't believe us, we just have to convince him.
Let's bring in the station chief.
Maybe Trowbridge will believe it from someone else.
[Grace] I'm sure, really. Anyone else.
-[Hal] Eidra? I think it should be a guy. -[Grace] Who? You?
The PM struggles with higher pitch.
I'm not creating the dynamic, just naming it.
-Ma'am, may I step out for a moment? -Yeah.
Bring in the station chief. Tell her to watch her pitch.
[Kate] It's not a move, is it?
[Callum] I don't think it is.
Can you tell him you believe it?
Yes, but I can't very well tell him why, can I?
-Well, you could, but… -About my source?
Look, it's not what either of us want, but…
And then say I went directly to the Americans,
because I didn't think he could be trusted with the information?
I will be tried as an agent of the Kremlin.
-That's extreme. -My source will be executed.
-Along with his entire family. -Can we extract them?
Can you extract them to a country without any windows
from which they might accidentally fall?
You're right. I'm sorry. It was a bad idea.
[breathes deeply]
You really want me to do it?
I don't want any of this, but I can't pretend it's not an option.
Trowbridge doesn't believe the weapon exists.
You can tell him it's true.
Was this Hal's idea?
No.
Excellent way of removing me from the playing field.
-No. He's not an animal. -It's the kind of thing he'd do, though.
Sacrifice his career in a dangerous crisis.
I'd love to take this out of the personal domain.
-It's a strategic move. -That he'd comfortably make.
-Jesus Christ. -In a heartbeat, no?
Yes, he would.
Your delegation would like to cancel tonight's dinner for the principals.
Mine prefers you all handle the discomfort
of dining with people you do not respect in lieu of informing the press
that we failed so epically right out of the gate.
[tense music playing]
-[Hal] Yellow? -I don't want to talk about it.
[music fades]
I was not informed in advance about the sash.
We should have left.
-Good evening. -That's her. That's the girlfriend.
-Hi! -Hello.
May I introduce to you Thema Aseidu.
[Hal] A pleasure.
Dennison. [chuckles] Thema Aseidu-Dennison.
-What? -We, um…
Married each other. [chuckles]
-Congratulations. -[Thema] Oh, thank you.
-A hug? Seeing as you're family? -Yes.
-Congratulations. You didn't tell me. -[Hal] So happy for you.
-I'm telling you now, I believe. -Congratulations, Mrs. Dennison.
-Aseidu-Dennison. -I think that's what we agreed.
-It is. -I signed something.
Of course, it all happened very quickly.
-She's funny. -Arranged marriage.
Was it?
-No. -No.
I understand today was an utter failure.
-Oh, we're gonna be friends. -I love her.
As do I.
-[Thema chuckles] -Ah.
Ah, here they are.
Good evening, fine people.
My goodness, what an attractive crowd.
Madam President, ladies and gentlemen,
the prime minister and Mrs. Trowbridge would like to invite you
to join them in the dining room.
Well, we certainly don't want to keep them waiting, do we?
Why'd he walk out?
Trowbridge?
We told him the tech on board the Russian sub,
in China's hands, could be extremely dangerous.
He thinks we're making it up.
Well, you say that like he's stupid.
I mean, would you… believe us?
Two weeks after Rayburn told your country to attack itself?
I would.
Did you know what Rayburn did?
Eventually.
How did you keep working for him?
It was difficult.
But you stayed. When did you know?
-Did you know before the ship blew? -No.
But before he died.
When you talked to my mother…
When I was in the hospital, and you called my mom…
The car bomb was Roylin's people.
When you called my mom, did you know it was our president's fault?
Yes.
Would you have said something?
If you knew of a nightmarish geostrategic catastrophe,
would you have called me and said,
"Hey, I know this is above your security clearance,
but I feel like I should tell you because we're friends"?
-No. -So what's my out here?
I don't know.
You know what? Yeah.
That's what you used to do. Not because we were friends.
Because I was that person. I was the one you trusted.
Yeah. And then you took off.
Wow.
What happened to
"You're not leaving, Stewie, you're just fighting on another front"?
It wasn't true.
This place is creepy.
-You need me to step out? -We sure do.
I don't know. I was gonna ask you.
He's taking it hard.
He gave a bunch of his life to Bill Rayburn.
No, he didn't.
He gave a bunch of his life to the American people.
-Did you give them the tour? -Ralph did the honors.
The Camellia House was breathtaking.
-Was it? -Stunning.
[sighs contently]
And you? Were you not stunned?
I, um, missed the tour.
-Turns out she is not a spouse. -No?
-I am, but also sometimes… -Not.
A spouse and not a spouse.
Heisenberg's wife.
[Trowbridge chuckles]
Schrodinger's.
Unnecessary.
-Pardon? -The cat?
-Yes. -Yeah.
I'm sorry, where did the cat come in?
Heisenberg's uncertainty principle. The cat's alive and dead at the same time.
Heisenberg has an uncertainty principle.
And we're uncertain if Schrodinger's cat is alive or dead,
but we do know the cat is Schrodinger's.
So if that's the reference, then she's
Schrodinger's wife.
-Because you're an ambassador and spouse. -I got there.
-Thank you. -Did you or shall we take it from the top?
[chuckles]
Were you a physicist?
-Was I? -He's a biologist.
Was the question about field or verb tense?
-I suppose it's about uncertainty. -[chuckles] Are we back to the cat?
Mrs. Trowbridge is, I think, aware that I'm taking some time off,
so my career is alive and dead at the same time.
Like the North Atlantic Alliance.
I'm sorry I missed the Camellia tour. I'd have liked to see it.
At the rate we're going, you'll have time.
-[group laughs] -We made a good start. More to come.
Yes, 250 years. We can only hope it's not the bitter end.
I'm sure everybody's doing their best. As should we.
-Oh, I am. This is my best. -[Todd] Right?
She acts like I'm not trying my best.
This is what it looks like when I'm trying my best.
-Precisely. -Could be a lot worse.
-[Todd] It sure could. -I know it could.
-Aren't you glad you got married? -[group chuckles]
We know there'll be bumps along the road.
How long has it been?
-Four weeks. -A private ceremony. Very small.
We've both been married before, and neither of us craves the spotlight.
-No? -[Hal] You can still have a party.
-We had one months after the wedding. -She said they didn't want to make a fuss.
That's what you said. You had the time of your life, so…
Well, that was a good party.
-[Grace] Is it a family home? -[Trowbridge] No.
It's the prime minister's for entertaining.
[Grace] I don't think the American people are prepared to buy us a place like this.
[Trowbridge] Of course you have your own seaside estate.
I hope you'll forgive me. I have to step out for a moment.
[Trowbridge] In the Great War, this was a hospital.
[Grace] Really?
I'll talk to him.
I'll tell Nicol the Russians told me about the Poseidon.
Callum… you really don't have to.
I do. And we both know it. I was just being--
No, you weren't.
Just took a minute to get my head around it.
We will do everything in our power to protect your source.
And you.
I know you will.
It wasn't a drain on the public purse. It was a gift of the government.
-A gift from the king? -[Trowbridge] No, from a private citizen.
[Grace] Not aristocratic?
[Trowbridge] Who was she? It was a woman. Do you remember?
-[Lydia] I do. -Callum will tell Nicol he was the source.
[Lydia] She was American.
[Grace] Really? No, I didn't know that.
[Trowbridge] Daughter of a New York banker.
-It's good. It's what we need. -No.
-It's not. -We'll talk about it later.
-It's a hard no. Copy? -I do.
See, the Americans, they touch each other all the time.
That's the key to a successful marriage.
-Sorry, we're being rude. -Absence. That's the key.
-They live on different continents. -[Trowbridge] Yes.
I should make you ambassador to Moldova. I'd miss you terribly.
Is that a slight?
Moldova's a… a complicated place, actually.
No, it isn't.
Brazil.
Ambitious.
You think I… I can't handle it?
[silverware clinks]
[awkward silence]
The White House has no comment.
[chuckles] Thank you.
Wow.
[Trowbridge] I should send you abroad. How would you feel about Nepal?
-[Lydia] Because it's chilly and remote? -[Trowbridge] Never crossed my mind.
Red lines are down. Everybody hates everybody.
Callum is a live channel to not only the UK,
who somehow ended up on our fucking enemies list, but Russia.
-And you want to burn him? -It's a trade-off.
I'm not happy about it, and neither is he, but we don't have another move.
I think you're happy about it.
I think the moment he told you,
you were so moved by his noble sacrifice that you dropped to your knees
in front of his resplendent, gallows-bound cock.
-You know what? -What?
-What?! -Sorry.
Gallows-bound cock is just… [chuckles] It's funny.
It's not. Kate, why can't you be happy?
[scoffs] You're happy with him.
Do you see how hard I'm trying not to ruin it?
Your disregard for that is such a fucking bummer.
I am grateful.
-No, you're not. -I am. I… I know that you are trying.
So be happy.
It wasn't his idea, so there was no martyr blowing.
It was your idea?
Yeah.
-You're feeding him to the wolves. -So come up with something else.
-Wow! Never crossed my mind. -Well, me neither.
-That's why I came up with this. -Well, come up with something else!
[Kate] Send an American sub down to take pictures.
There's one right off the coast of Germany.
You give the order,
it can get to the Russian sub in under three hours.
To take pictures?
The submarine carrying a weapon, like the Poseidon,
has to have a modified hull.
It looks different.
It's 12 miles off the coast of the United Kingdom.
We can't send a US military vessel into British territorial waters
without their permission.
And I'm quite sure we're not getting it.
We won't tell them about it till it's over and we're showing them the pictures,
at which point they'll be more concerned with a doomsday weapon.
Or… Nicol will continue to behave
with the forethought of a squirrel with a burr up its ass
and declare it an act of war.
I don't plan on being the first president since Madison
to go to war with the Redcoats.
[Hal] I think there's a way to make this something you'll like.
[pensive music playing]
Fleeing?
Oh, no. I… I didn't want to bother you.
-You're not. -[music fades]
-You okay? -Yes.
Um, just out for a walk.
I think, um… we may have found a way to get back on track.
Really?
Hal is trying to talk the president into it.
Sometimes one of us is better than two.
We can be a lot.
I snore.
Oh.
Thema.
She can't fall asleep with that kind of sound… in the room.
-Oof. Tough. -Not really.
I just give her a head start, then I… come in once she's already out.
It's… It's no trouble.
I am sure she will get used to it.
You guys, you know…
-You're still… -Getting to know each other?
No, no, but, um…
It was…
-Fast. -I hadn't noticed.
[chuckles]
She is great.
I am…
I am so happy for you.
No need to be that happy.
[chuckles softly]
You and Hal seem to be partnering effectively.
Every little girl's dream.
I thought you seemed…
lighter recently.
-Or perhaps I misread the signs. -Really?
Well, Nicol called you a model of marital bliss.
That… is delusional.
I'm not sure. It's part of the reason Thema and I…
Oh, God.
No, in… [chuckles] …in a good way.
I threw myself at you, and then you realized
it was time to take shelter in the love of a good woman?
I mean it.
I was moved by your struggles with your marriage.
Your sincere doubts,
and your ability to acknowledge other feelings.
And then recommit.
You do the work.
Thema and I were involved long before I met my wife.
[breathes deeply]
And it was imperfect.
And then you met your wife, who was not imperfect.
My wife killed herself.
Perfection is a mirage.
Sucks the life out of a room when I bring that up.
No. No.
I am so sorry.
I'm gonna go to bed.
[inhales deeply]
Hmm.
[pensive piano music playing]
Be patient with yourself.
And with Hal.
She said yes.
[door knocks, opens]
[music fades out]
You're supposed to wait after you knock until I tell you to come in.
Are you thinking about quitting?
-No. -Billie says you leave things.
Fuck her.
I don't know.
I don't know how I feel about working for these people right now.
Forty British soldiers died, and it was President Rayburn's idea.
I don't know if this is what I want to represent.
We go out and sell a story I'm not sure I buy.
"We're spreading peace and democracy." It's bullshit.
So, if you make a move,
what would the explanation be?
Well, that.
Resigning in protest?
Maybe.
Don't act like this is a crazy thing to do.
Billie told me I should get a lawyer.
I want you to think about what happens if you do.
-[scoffs] -You get a lawyer.
You're a massive PR problem for the administration.
They already have a lawyer. In fact, they have 1,800.
They will drown yours in paper. The bills will grow like a cancer.
You'll try to get a new job and opportunities will arise
but then inexplicably vanish.
You will find yourself needing to ask friends to lend you money.
But you won't have friends who can openly associate with you,
and they definitely can't lend you money.
Are you worried I'm gonna ask you for money?
-How are you gonna get health insurance? -I don't think I'll need it.
-I'll just kill myself. -Don't joke. It's what happens.
-It's not what happens. -You want me to make a list of names?
If you want me to stay, say so.
That is not my point.
Do you want me to stay?
Yes.
"I want you to stay."
I don't want you to throw out your career.
"I… want you… to stay."
When the country is fucked, the good people can't walk away.
That is not the time.
[whispers] "I want you to stay."
I want you to stay.
[emotional piano music playing]
[Todd] What was that?
-Nothing? -[Grace] Nothing.
Your face is red.
We were sitting by the fire in the delegation room,
because it was freezing.
-Who's we? -[under breath] I swear to God.
Billie?
Do you think Carolyn Rayburn sat up at night grilling her husband
about his interactions with his vice president?
Yeah, I do.
[scoffs] You have a small and uninteresting mind.
Why's he got to talk to you in the night in a cold castle by a warm fire?
I would love to be having a torrid affair.
I wasn't. We were working. It will happen again.
I am fortunate to have a vice president I can actually count on.
No one saw it coming, least of all me.
But when we huddle in dark corners, we're simply looking for ways
to keep the world in one piece.
Is that really so hard to imagine?
No.
So why are you being like this?
Well, according to Lydia Trowbridge,
it's because I'm an increasingly insignificant househusband
married to a supernova.
Lydia Trowbridge is a cunt.
[footsteps retreat]
[door opens]
[door knocking]
You don't have to tell the PM.
-We found another way. -How?
It's another way. It's a hard sell. But Hal talked the president into it.
Fucking Christ. I didn't want to do that.
I'm really sorry I asked you to throw away your whole career.
No, it… it's reasonable. I'm just glad I didn't have to.
Really glad.
[exhales]
I'm so sorry, but I, uh… I wish I could.
I have to… go back and help them figure out how we're going to do this.
-The whole delegation's still at it? -Mm-hmm.
[Callum sighs]
[pensive music playing]
[music ends]
-And that's… -Yes.
-How did you… -We have underwater drones too.
They don't have warheads on them, but they do have cameras.
We sent a drone down to take pictures.
You're holding all the evidence you need to denounce me in the UN.
I wanted to help you,
but I sent a military surveillance vehicle into your territorial waters to do it.
You could call that an act of war.
I'm willing to risk that in hopes that you'll see it
as a measure of my sincerity and contrition.
The trust between our nations has been broken.
That's our fault. Not yours.
As soon as possible, we'd like to send our people down to take care of it.
No.
Thanks for the offer. Big of you. But no.
"No" is a move you only pull once.
This is your third.
At some point, you accept the generosity of the United States
or suffer the consequences of going without it.
Best of luck to you.
-If this really is the Poseidon-- -If!
Did you think that admitting to still more American deception
would make you look somehow trustworthy?
Why let you near the thing? You wouldn't take it for yourselves?
You're gifting the Poseidon to China. You'll be their favorite vassal state.
Give the photos to the intelligence agencies.
They'll let us know if they're real.
If it's real, which it appears to be, the Russians will be looking for it.
Runit Dome.
[Grace] …and botch the removal, your seas are poisoned for generations.
Do it.
-You. He likes you. He doesn't trust me. -[Trowbridge argues]
[Grace] Oh, please. The histrionics are unnecessary.
I will not hand over an apocalypse weapon to an unchecked superpower
that still delusionally calls itself a democracy.
Delusionally?!
Bury it in concrete on the floor of the ocean.
Like Runit Dome on the Marshall Islands. The sub, the weapon, all of it.
You're right. We can't be trusted.
Give her a minute.
No one can hold a power like that and still pretend to be a democracy.
It's genocidal.
No one should have it. Not Russia, not China, not you, not us.
Bury it. Let it rot under the sea.
[pensive music playing]
[Trowbridge chatters indistinctly]
[both discuss indistinctly]
DOD's gonna want to be out front on the remediation mission.
It freaks everybody out. Better to talk about Ganon taking point.
You mention Ganon in every paragraph.
[Billie] That's what talking about it looks like.
Hi. Uh, sorry.
What's up?
Billie. I just… I need to talk to Billie for a second.
Um, I was just thinking… Um…
Is there space on Air Force Two
if, um, I wanted to come back to DC?
[Billie] Of course.
I wanted to make sure we're aligned
before I get, um…
into a timeline with the Brits.
That's good, actually. I'll add your name to the manifest.
Is this a 24-hour turnaround?
Guys.
[door locks]
[clears throat]
I'm…
I'm… [sobs] ...so… sorry.
You have to forgive me.
-No. -You have to take me back. I just…
[breathes deeply]
I am so sorry.
[emotional music playing]
-[Hal inhales sharply] -[sobs] I'm so sorry.
I'm still here.
We're still here.
Okay, we're gonna do pictures, but we're in a bit of a holding pattern.
Because the president has a call, and so now the PM also has a call?
-Somebody told you. -Four people told us.
I'm gonna move things along.
-Shave and a haircut… -Two bits.
-I like a gal with… -Small tits.
[footsteps approaching]
[Hal] Everybody has a phone call.
-Could I have a moment? -Sure.
I'll be outside.
I'm glad I ran into you.
I may have to go back to Washington for a bit.
-Just to make sure I… I have buy-in. -[quietly] The Russians found the sub.
-What? -And they took the fucking weapon.
The Poseidon's not there anymore.
Are you sure?
Radiation levels around the sub dropped 62%.
Two things are feeding the numbers in that zone.
A nuclear power sub and a nuclear dispersion missile.
The only reason for a 60% drop in ambient radiation is--
One of them is gone.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the sensors are fucked.
I hope I'm wrong.
I don't want to tell Nicol until we're sure.
-When in Washington, if you could-- -Of course.
-DNI is military intelligence, I guess. -[phone vibrating]
Though you know I'm not their biggest fan.
Yeah?
-This really isn't necessary. -Of course it is. You'll treasure it.
Oh, Ambassador, you're in the happy couple's photo.
-Sorry. -Not at all.
[Lydia] You've blinked again. We'll have to try another.
-How'd he take it? -Russia found the sub.
[indistinct chatter]
-What? -[Kate] They took the weapon.
This the Ellesborough chapter of the hurry-up-and-wait society?
Where's the president?
Gosh, man, I don't know.
[Stuart] Aha! Progress.
[Grace] Hello. How is everyone?
[Hal] Ma'am.
That worked out, huh? The two of them.
[Kate] Mm-hmm.
[inhales deeply] Wasn't sure how it was gonna go.
She was pretty sure she was gonna hate him.
[scoffs] Worried for naught.
Doesn't bother you?
What?
Their extremely productive working relationship.
Oh. No.
Are you… concerned?
-No. -Okay.
-I asked her about it. -Oh, really?
[chuckles] She assured me it wasn't intimacy.
Just the quiet plotting of world domination.
[chuckles flatly]
[tense music rises]
-[Stuart] Here. Man of the hour. -[sighs]
[Trowbridge] Sorry to keep you.
-No, I think that was my fault. -[Trowbridge] Not at all. Mine.
[photographer] If we can close the door behind the prime minister.
And facing the camera.
Wonderful.
Did you take it?
-What? -The Poseidon isn't on the sub.
Did the Russians take it? Or did you two?
Why did Grace say she sent an unmanned drone?
She sent an Ohio-class submarine big enough to put the Poseidon on board.
Stop.
You made a secret plan with somebody last night.
-Was it her or me? -[Hal] We'll talk about it on the plane.
-She's gonna want you involved. -I'm already involved.
You used me to sell a lie to the prime minister.
When the Brits find out, they will consider this an act of war.
-So will the Russians. -They won't find out.
-The Russians will assume it's the Brits. -No.
If they think the Brits stole their weapon,
they will attack the United Kingdom.
[photographer] Mr. Vice President?
Kate. You will tell no one.
[Stuart] Sir?
Everything... okay?
Not entirely.
What does "not entirely" mean?
She knows.
[menacing music swells]
[photographer] And facing the camera.
All together.
And perhaps smiling. All forgiven.
Nothing to worry about. Right?
[music builds]
[photographer] Wonderful.
[music fades]
[dramatic music playing]
[music ends]