Madam Secretary

Oh, shh.

Come on.

: Nadine, Nadine, I'm here, I'm...

They want to do what?

Tell-tell, um, tell POTUS I'm...

- (papers scatter) - I'm on my way.

I'll be right there, okay?

And, um, get, uh, Captain Baker.

Call Captain Baker. I want her in the Sit Room.

Is it about the smuggling ring?

CIA found another cargo flight carrying contraband.

That's a good thing, isn't it?

Not if they force it down.

Punjab Cargo, Flight 417,

en route to India.

Refueled in Spain and made an unscheduled stop in Cairo.

Just like the flights to Somalia.

It seems your smuggling ring is still active.

Okay, first of all, it's not my smuggling ring.

And second, why do we have armed fighters in the sky?

It was supposed to be a passive operation.

- Not anymore. - Mr. President, why are...

Bess, the situation has evolved. Hugh.

Our man on the ground in Cairo

was able to infiltrate the aircraft during refueling.

And he sent us this.

More than a dozen shoulder-launched,

surface-to-air missiles.

Each with enough firepower to bring down a jetliner.

I've ordered a squadron of F-35s out of Incirlik to intercept.

Contact in just under two minutes, Mr. President.

- It's a mistake. - I know your plan

was to observe and report

until we could find the mole at the State Department,

but I can't risk those missiles falling into the wrong hands.

We're gonna force

the plane to land at Al Udeid

and sequester the cargo.

What if they refuse?

Current flight plan has them

over the empty quarter of Saudi Arabia.

Collateral damage would be minimal.

Not for the investigation.

The mole will know that we're onto the smuggling ring.

He'll go to ground, we'll never catch him.

Contact in one minute.

Captain Baker,

tell the president your plan.

I built an authentication bot that self-generates

- a capture log. - The fast version.

Um, yes, we placed a trap door

in the State Department's

computer system, so if anyone

tampers with the manifest, we'll know.

Did your agent place a tracking device on those missiles?

Of course, but that-that doesn't...

Well then, we'll hardly lose 'em if it lands.

We have assets in Delhi who can recover the Stingers.

But the mole is the only one who can tell us

who murdered Agent Garcia.

Sir,

I strongly advise you to call off this intercept.

What, and trust a program

created by a 12-year-old?

Need a decision, Mr. President.

Tell our pilots to bug out.

Bravo 6, Bravo 7, disengage. I repeat, disengage.

RTB, ASAP.

I want hourly reports on those Stingers

until we get a result.

Yes, Mr. President.

And if those missiles

are in danger, I'm shutting it down.

Morning, gang.

Hi. Good morning.

Crisis averted?

Or started, maybe.

What, no more eggs?

Sorry, Growing Boy strikes again.

- Jace? - They're your chromosomes, lady.

Well, I blame the McCords.

Speaking of, Maureen sent you something.

Oh, she's been cleaning out Dad's place.

Apparently, he left this for me in the attic.

Unbelievable.

Interesting choice for an heirloom.

It's a Renwal

Visible V8 engine.

It was my Christmas present in, like, seventh grade.

Never could get this thing to work.

Really? Didn't Grandpa hate quitters?

Oh, yeah. You got to admire his style.

He threw out all my trophies and comics, leaves me this.

You ready, dorkus?

- (scoffs) - Hey Jace,

you want to help me see if we can

finally get this thing to work?

Uh, and foster a legacy of intergenerational cruelty?

I think I'll pass.

Don't bother asking me, Dad,

because why would a girl be interested?

Alison, I didn't think...

That's the point.

And I'm not, but maybe I would have been.

Bye.

Bye.

Oh, so you're gonna go? - (sighs)

Well played, Super Dad.

You really thought

Jace was gonna want...

Well, it's just been such a long time

- since we've done anything... - (phone vibrates)

...that didn't involve a teachable moment.

Oh, I got to go in.

Well, if you're looking

for a shared activity,

I have DVR'ed tons of Cupcake Wars.

Oh, boy.

There is no food in this house.

Hey, Henry.

Is Ian okay?

No idea. That's kind of the problem.

The camera broke again?

Went off the air two hours ago.

Techs just gave up

- on getting it back. - Damn it.

Well, was there anything new?

Learned a lot about digging latrines. And...

this just came in from Special Surveillance Group.

Team of VFF guys installing new defensive weaponry

on their perimeter. Anti-tank ditches,

M18 Claymores...

...couple of M40s.

They're anticipating a raid.

Which means whatever kind

of attack they're planning,

is imminent.

Okay. I'll get a message to Ian

via the dead drop,

see if I can move up the meet to tonight.

- Good morning, ma'am. - Thank you.

- Did you watch last night? - No.

- All right... - No spoilers.

Okay, you have to let me tell you just, like...

- No. - Two words.

Just... two words.

Okay. Broccoli.

Frosting.

- Get out. - (laughs)

Oh, great. Now I'm starving again.

Good morning, everybody.

- Good morning. - Morning. - Morning.

Okay, I want a name.

Who took the last donut?

It was me, ma'am.

A noble gesture, Nadine.

But I didn't spend the last 20 years in the CIA

profiling dissemblers and liars for nothing.

Got anything to say, Matt?

Is that a new jacket?

It was a cruller, wasn't it?

It was a bear claw, ma'am.

Meanwhile,

I have an urgent request from President Kaimbi of Namibia.

Poaching of the endangered south-western black rhino

has spiked recently

in Etosha National Park.

"Spiked" is putting it mildly.

In 1960,

there were over 100,000 in the wild.

- Today, there are fewer than 2,000. Less a park,

- more a killing field. Yeah, if trends continue,

they'll be extinct by the end of the year.

We are officially

at a tipping point.

Which is why Namibia needs helicopters

to fight the poachers.

You know, I could check with DoD.

They might have something in surplus.

Yeah, do it,

but is it strange that I'm having a feeling of déjà vu?

No. Last year,

- Kaimbi asked for night vision goggles. - Right.

Yeah, and body armor the year before that.

So, clearly,

the piecemeal fixes are not working.

We need to shift the paradigm.

I want bold, comprehensive ideas

that are going to end this poaching once and for all.

I'll get the Africa desk on it right away.

No. You know what, go wide.

- Department wide? - I don't know.

Call the NFL if you have to.

I don't care where the good idea comes from, I just want one.

Will you call President Kaimbi for me?

- Yes, ma'am. - And for the love of God,

- will somebody feed me? - Yes.

Your camera broke.

Well, I guess I'm not a very good cyborg.

You got the stuff?