Madam Secretary

Well, there's a sight that never gets old.

You know, if men knew how sexy they looked fixing stuff,

they'd never stop.

I can't feel my hands.

Well, why don't you bring them down here

and let me do something about it?

Where are the kids?

They're out riding... till dark.

I should really finish up here.

Okay.

I'll go riding, too.

Coming down.

Oh, man, it's so silent here.

I'd forgotten what that sounded like.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We shouldn't sell.

- We so shouldn't sell! - But wait,

you're the one that tried to convince me that we should.

Well, it's hard keeping up two homes.

And we hardly even ever get back here.

Yeah, upkeep on the property, the horses, the repairs.

I know. I was present for that conversation.

Present and persuaded...

On the other hand, this is home.

I mean, this is where we're gonna come

back to after my job, right?

This is our normal.

Yeah, but what happened to never looking back?

I'm looking forward.

- To getting back to our old selves. - Yeah, but...

You know, your job could go on for several more years, babe.

- So... - All the more reason to have a touchstone.

We shouldn't sell.

On the other hand,

did you see the electric bill from the horse barn?

- Okay. - And the property taxes are insane.

You see how you just...

I'm verbally processing. I'm...

Hey.

What are you guys doing back?

Hey, we saw a rabbit chasing a fox!

- Uh, don't you mean...? - Nope.

Huge rabbit, skinny fox.

There's a parable there.

I posted a picture on Instagram, and it got 200 likes.

Yeah, way to be at one with nature.

You're just jealous because people

- actually care what I'm doing. - Look, your friends

looked at your photo and then tapped it twice.

Look out, Taylor Swift.

Okay, everybody, to the barn.

You guys feed them, rub them down,

and then muck out the stalls, all right?

- It's freezing. - Come on.

Please, can we do it after?

- No. - Not a chance.

She loves these horses more than she loves us.

Because they don't talk back.

What is...?

What are they doing? They're not supposed to be here

for another three hours.

The cell reception is terrible.

- Well, that's another reason we should... - Stop!

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am.

Sorry!

We've been calling since this morning,

but, uh, we didn't have any signal.

What is that smell?

We have good news.

They reached an agreement in Brussels

to solve the Greek debt crisis.

Oh, thank God! And horse crap.

I beg your pardon?

That's what that smell is.

- Oh. - Well, another global depression avoided.

- Lunch? - Thank you.

But we really need to get going.

Russell Jackson's been calling all morning.

Well, that is until we lost our signals.

The president wants to see you, ma'am.

I'm sure it's about the Brussels trip.

Sorry, would you mind if I used your bathroom

before we get going?

- Yeah. - Yeah, any place behind the barn is fine.

Oh, ha-ha. Mock the city mouse.

The Greeks are acting like spoiled children.

They don't like spending cuts. They don't want to be audited.

As if they earned the right to dictate terms to anyone.

Come in, Elizabeth.

You know the former Treasury Secretary.

Of course. Hey, Max.

How's life in the private sector?

Peachy.

Until today.

Our old friend is sharing his opinion

of the Greek financial agreement we brokered.

- Ah. - The short version is

my hedge fund's investors are getting shafted.

- You see an alternative? - Absolutely!

Insist on additional austerity measures.

Make the Greeks accountable for the promises they made.

I wish we could, but the Greek economy

is on the verge of collapse.

Believe me, this is the best we could do.

I doubt that.

Sir, letting the Greeks

off the hook will set a terrible precedent.

You'll erode confidence in the entire bond market.

And if the Greeks default, we're looking at

worldwide panic.

There won't be a bond market left.

If they default. Mr. President,

there is still time to do the right thing.

I strongly recommend that you scuttle this agreement

and get tough with the Greeks.

A restructure closer to 50 cents on the dollar.

I appreciate your counsel, Max.

But it's a done deal.

I suggest you get your hedge fund in line.

Better to get some fraction of your investment back

than nothing at all.

What a waste of time.

Your anti-business stance

is not gonna serve you in the next election, comrade.

Mark my words.

Funny, isn't it?

How these courtesy meetings never are.

I can't make everybody happy.

Mr. President, you have made most of Europe very happy

with this agreement.

Which is why I'm recommending

that you make the trip to Brussels

- to sign the deal. - It's not the best time.

Actually, it's the perfect time.

It's a victory lap.

- And you need one. - I agree.

I think you should go.

You show up in Brussels,

the other world leaders won't be able to stay away.

Makes it clear the world economy is

being scrutinized at the highest levels.

And the optics will be good for my polling numbers.

I'm not apologizing for that.

After everything with Iran...

It's a big win.

And you need to put yourself in front of it.

Who would bring in

this salt-coated, saturated-fat-loaded, super...

My mother.

...delicious and satisfying snack.

I bring it here so I won't eat it.

You could just throw it away.

I can't!

I deal with people in starving countries.

I agree that it's wrong to throw away food,

but what does that have to do with this?

Are we having our first cute workplace fight?

- No, we're just talking. - Aw.

I think we are. I think we should mark the occasion.

- Are you crazy? Stop it! - "Crazy"?

Someone's gonna walk in.

I'm a moderate risk taker.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Everything okay?

It's my magical disappearing friend.

Everybody has one.

Seriously.

We knew each other as kids.

We were really close friends in high school, and then

he just became a swooper, you know?

Don't hear from him for ages, then he swoops in and asks,

"Why aren't we hanging out anymore?"

- So he's back? - Yeah.

As if nothing ever happened.

"Want to have lunch with me at my house today, Ginjy".

- "Ginjy"? - Yeah.

Ginger head. It...

It's, like, an inside joke.

- He's colorblind. - He's-he's a guy?

Yeah.

An immature swooper guy who calls me Ginjy.

Go.

Go have lunch with your friend.

Um, I'm here to see Harrison Dalton.

Hey! Hey.

- Hey! - You made it!

Mr. Dalton,

- you really shouldn't. - I'm sorry.

Nobody cares about the president's kid.

- Oh, my God! - Oh, my God, it's you! Ginjy!

Wait, wait, wait, my wallet!

Get your wallet. Thank you, Brian. Sorry!

Oh!

You should be way better at this.

I mean, you have a bowling alley inside of your actual house.

This is temporary lodgings.

I don't actually live with my parents; that'd be pathetic.

What happened to grad school?

You haven't heard?

I am straight out of rehab.