Madam Secretary

Previously on Madam Secretary...

Someone is stalking our kids.

You live surrounded by security and yet they still can't

find whoever's hacking our house

- and stalking our entire family? - Yes, I know.

What's an antiquities expert

at a history museum doing

selling stolen treasures?

We'll find an agent who can pass for her.

Set up a meeting to buy one of these statues and boom.

We have a direct line to Hizb Al-Shahid.

Cecile looks like our archaeologist.

This is Black Dog Station.

Who the hell just took our agent?

Come on.

It's been over an hour.

How long does it take to upload a damn video?

They have to stick to protocols getting back to the safe house.

Screw protocols!

Our asset has been abducted.

She could be in a hole someplace,

getting interrogated

by God knows who... or worse.

Wi-Fi is spotty in Corsica.

Cecile said the meet went fine.

She's green, but she's smart enough

to know if she got made, right?

Or we made a mistake sending her in.

Here it is.

Give us something.

There she is.

There!

The license plate.

It's pretty blurry.

Is that S-A?

2-T-1... R...

Three?

Or an eight.

I'll send it to Interpol both ways.

Can they not

get bogged down in protocols?

This is hope.

Go home, buddy.

I'll give you a call if we get a hit.

No.

I'm gonna... look at the latest reports

from our asset in Algeria.

Sounds like HS is bringing in new leadership.

Maybe that has something to do with them grabbing Cecile.

I'll get the takeout menus.

Good morning.

Do we have any cereal?

Come on, I made eggs.

I read Julia Child's entire chapter on eggs

and I am telling you that these are very close

to approximating

something from that.

Dad puts, uh, green stuff in it.

Chives.

And shallots.

Scramble shaming?

Really? Wow.

Put that in your mouth.

Not bad.

So, Dad's just never coming back then?

Yes, I forgot to tell you that your father's taken

the cutest little apartment

- in the Pentagon. - Mom.

Of course he's coming back.

There's just a lot going on at work.

There's a lot going on here, too.

Well, I-I know, Noodle.

That's why you have Andy and Duncan protecting you.

Yeah, the DS were protecting us

when all the appliances went nuts.

Oh, yeah, so, Dad's supposed to quit

his job 'cause you're freaked out?

Don't act like it's just me.

You sleep with a night-light.

I left my computer on

when I fell asleep.

Every night?

A couple times, and you know what,

this guy can kill us whether Dad's here or not.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's just take a breath, okay?

Noodle, you want to take the day and maybe stay home?

No.

Well... do you want to come to work with me?

Do you want her to cut your meat?

- Jason. - Forget it.

I'll just power through, and develop an ulcer

and later in life, I'll send you a bill for all my therapy.

Do you want to go to therapy?

- (elevator bell dings) Good morning, ma'am.

Russell Jackson's office needs your approval on this.

Coffee?

Café au lait.

The White House barista has been practicing

for the state dinner.

It's coffee with milk.

The French are picky and... easily insulted.

Were you up all night researching this?

- You're welcome. - (elevator bell dings)

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

The staff is ready to walk you

through the schedule for the state visit.

The White House is very anxious

that this week go smoothly.

Tensions with the new French president

don't poll well for this administration.

- Morning. - Morning.

But neither does looking soft.

Lèon Perrin shamelessly flogs French nationalism

during their election.

He wins by the slimmest of margins,

then immediately starts threatening

to pull out of NATO.

So, to express our thanks, we're throwing him

a nonstop four-day party.

Safe to say some spin will be required.

Good morning.

Good morning.

So, tomorrow's event will celebrate

the anniversary of the Battle of Yorktown.

That will happen at Moore House, which is where

negotiations for British surrender began.

French Foreign Minister Jean-Claude Dubois will speak

and then a descendant of the Marquis de Lafayette

will introduce you, Madam Secretary.

And my remarks will be rich

with praise for everything French?

Rich and thick, like a fine Béarnaise.

I need an update.

Good morning, Russell.

Yes.

Fine. Good morning.

State dinner, dîner d'Etat.

What's the latest?

I'm coordinating with the Office of the Chief of Protocol.

You should have the final menu and seating chart

for approval this afternoon.

Katy Perry is confirmed?

Katy Perry is confirmed

and seated on President Perrin's right side.

Excellent! It is vital

to the future happiness of everyone in this room

and your loved ones

this dinner goes off without a hitch.

- We'll leave it at that. - I am sure

that President Perrin will be suitably impressed.

He's sitting next to Katy Perry... He'll be fine.

Does this concern have to do

with Julius Burton, Robert Scott

and Kenneth Foley, whose names

just suddenly appeared on the guest list?

The billionaires who withdrew their support

when Dalton decided to run as an independent?

Celebrity businessmen who are

passionate Francophiles and have attended state dinners before.

- They're back? - They're circling.

But this is not an attempt to woo them because

that could be construed as mildly unethical, Russell.

Which is why that is not happening, Nadine.

The polls are tightening

since the last debate, just to thrown in a crazy

non sequitur that has nothing to do with billionaires

showing up to the state dinner.

Look, every day

we gain a little more traction.

In New York and Minnesota, it's practically a three-way tie.

But there are only a few weeks left.

If we're going to pull ahead, we need to seriously

up our game. That takes money.

But... I digress.

Let's just make sure

everyone at the dinner has a good time.

This might be an excellent opportunity

for you and Julius Burton to put aside your differences

in the interest of diplomacy.

And good times.

You...

stay out of sight while the French are here.

Why?

The e-mail thing?

You referred to Minister Dubois

as an empty crêpe.

In a private e-mail, which was illegally hacked

over two years ago.

We apologized. It's forgotten.

Really?

The French forget?

'Cause every representative they send over here

still manages to bring up "freedom fries" at least once.

I'll lay low.

We can really win this thing.

God, I hate hope.

Interpol just ID'd our plate.

What did they get?

It belongs to a shell corporation