1600 Penn

So, Mika, if I decided I'm not gonna wear socks,

I'm not gonna wear socks.

I love a slow news day.

I've got a story that's actually gonna keep

everyone talking: stunning audio

that appears to reveal

First Daughter Becca Gilchrist is pregnant.

What?

After a recent interview,

the First Lady and daughter apparently

left their mics on; take a listen.

What if one time I actually

let loose and made a mistake?

It would be healthy.

I'm pregnant.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

Did you see that?

Um, yes, ma'am, I did see that.

And as the press secretary,

I can tell you I did not like seeing that.

All right, well, let's just stay calm.

Oh, my God! I know.

Does the president know?

How could you let us leave our mics on?

Wait, this is my fault?

Oh, aren't you the big media expert?

I'm not a sound guy!

Does the president know?

No! No!

Dad?

30.26 seconds, Dad.

Another near personal best.

Remember, keep the strokes efficient, bud.

Skip, I'm just exercising.

You don't have to time me.

You don't have to time me...?

I'm not calling you "coach."

Coach. There it is. I got you to say it.

All right, time for free swim.

Skip,

you've been hanging around the pool a lot.

Have you given any thought to finding a job?

100%, Dad. I'm just using the extra time

to unwind from the stress of college.

You were there for seven years. All you did was unwind.

Hey, watch how long I can hold my breath.

Hey, guys.

Something going on?

I, um...

CNN's got it.

Fox has got it.

Al Jazeera has got it.

I'm pregnant.

Time?

Dad!

You said you'd watch.

1600 PENN S01 Ep02 - The Skiplantic Ocean

So...

Look, I know this is a lot to take in

at once, everyone. Becca's not a girl anymore.

Sure, it's messy, but that's life.

Life finds a way.

But I, for one, am excited.

I'm gonna be an uncle... I'm gonna be an uncle?

My sister's having a baby. I'm not a kid anymore.

Um, you know what, I'm starting to feel woo... all...

it's... I want to say light-woozy?

To be fair, this is partially my fault.

I came into this meeting with very low blood sugar,

which was really chancing it.

So, what happened?

Well, um...

I met a guy...

at a party.

It was one night.

Damn it, Becca. Do you even know his name?

Oh, my God, Dad, yes.

I know his nickname.

He goes by D.B.

Um, he said he was in the Navy.

Which we acknowledge might've been a lie.

Emily, you want to let me do this?

Yeah, I'm backup. I'm here if you need me.

I can't believe that

you got yourself in this situation.

I mean, what about your future?

What about law school?

I don't know... I'll-I'll defer.

Dad, I... I made a mistake.

That's just it.

You're supposed to be the responsible one.

Recklessness is what I expect from...

Jackpot!

I put this here.

And you didn't tell me.

You didn't tell me.

Now, it's that much harder

to protect you from every dingus

with a press badge.

How many times have I told you guys?

Reporters are the worst people in the world.

Expiration dates are there for a reason.

Sir?

They're holding for you in the Situation Room.

All right.

We'll talk about this later.

I guess?

I'll be right back.

Dale.

Casey, can you give us a minute?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

How could you keep this from me? I tell you everything.

I mean, not the launch codes

and black ops.

Okay, fine, there's a ton of stuff I keep from you.

But not family stuff!

I promised; she trusted me.

You know our relationship is still a work in progress.

I appreciate the hell out of that kind

of operational security, but I'm her father!

Well, she wanted to tell you, but she was afraid!

Of what?! Of that.

What?! That!

Here we have our artist

rendition of Becca Gilchrist at seven months.

Look at the girth on that.

Wow. How'd they get that picture of you?

You're probably not gonna want to watch the news today.

Or answer your phone. Or leave the building.

It might be a good day for a puzzle.

Is Dad gonna have to say something?

Given his current state of mind, I hope not.

But you should probably prepare a statement.

I can help write it if you want. You just have

to tell me what happened. Not that I want to pry.

It's just that logistically speaking...

I'll write the statement, Marshall.

All right. I've cleared my schedule

so that I can get Xander and Marigold from school.

'Cause I don't want them to hear this from a classmate.

: Oh, the kids.

Emily, it is really important to me

that I'm the one to tell them, okay?

Okay. I screwed up telling

everybody else. I just...

I really need them to hear this from me.

I promise.

You'll be the one to tell them.

Think about that statement.

Marshall! Bye!

Ugh!

How'd they get that picture?

Sis, you need to relax,

get your mind off things.

I really think you should come with me to the pool.

I can't. I have to write a sober, thoughtful statement

about the one time I tried a Jell-O shot and its consequences.

You know what you need to do? You need to put your phone away.

I used to love

my Google alerts. It was like...

Okay, Becca, look at me.

: Close your eyes.

That's it.

Now breathe.

Skip!

Marshall said not to check your phone anyway!

Skip, give that to me!

Look, I know this is annoying and although it seems

like I'm making this up on the fly, which I am,

there's a method to my madness! Skip!

Becca, do you realize that you're mostly made of water?

Come home.

Give it to me.

Come and get it.

: Skip.

Get my phone!

Why? I threw it in the pool.

It's not a phone anymore.

Marco!

And having boots on the ground has paid dividends.

It's the only reason we've been able to confirm that this cell

is actively pursuing targets within the country.

This is the first I'm hearing of it.

Uh, yes, sir. We, uh...

What else aren't you telling me? Sir?

Are you guys afraid to tell me stuff?

Is that it? Oh...

Well, sir, we only bring it to your attention

when we feel like the information is good and baked.

But then it's too late!

Then everybody knows but me.

And all of a sudden I'm caught off guard

by some rogue force waltzing in and defiling her... us...

the country.

You guys have kids, right? Mm-hmm.

Two.

Sorry to be the best stepmom ever

and make you guys miss school.

Some giant political thing must be happening, huh? No.

And hope you're having a smooth afternoon.