The Brink

Ah, come on. Come on.

That paranoid fool.

He was always frightened of horses.

Never even learned to ride.

Can you imagine the level of narcissism it takes

to fake a photograph like that?

He was constantly grabbing what wasn't his.

Always jumping the line.

Did you guys used to date the same girl or something?

It pains me to say he...

is my half brother.

We do not speak.

These new Japanese clubs are shit!

Bring me my old Titleist clubs!

Understand this, Alex Talbot,

You have no value to me,

except for your relationship with Walter Larson.

In that case, I'm your guy.

Walter once said that he and I were, and I quote,

- "Cut from the same..." - Spare me the bullshit.

I had to suffer through enough of it during your interrogation.

That was no fun for anyone. I still got a little...

water stuck in my ear.

Right now, I'm the only one who knows you sent that fax.

Good, 'cause I'm certainly not gonna tell anybody.

But if you do not get a message to Walter Larson for me,

You and the family that helped you send it will all be...

executed...

for espionage.

Alex Talbot, at your service.

I need you to tell Walter

that in order to get what he wants,

I must first get what I want.

Yeah, I heard in military prison pilots are tops. You think that's true?

If you're trying to make me feel better that's a weird way to do it.

I could really use one of your Xanax right now.

Fuck!

My pills.

I gotta get back to my rack and flush my stash before the MPs do.

Those pills could get traced back to Ashley and the kids.

I got news for you, man; they ain't letting us out of here anytime soon.

Commander Tilson, you have a visitor.

Gail...

Zeke, we need to talk.

Jesus, man. He knows. You're pregnant.

Okay, got it. And that's confirmed? All right, thank you.

Indian forces just attacked a Pakistani border post along

the Kashmir Line of Control in retaliation for the drone strike.

Great. Plus, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun,

China's now mobilizing troops along its part of the border.

What's the weather like in New Delhi? Let me guess, 100 fucking degrees?

- 118. - Good lord.

And why can't anyone go to war in the Caribbean for fuck's sake?

Jesus Christ, no wonder they're so goddamn cranky.

Get the Indian Foreign Minister on the phone,

and make damn sure the air conditioning is working at the Taj Palace Hotel.

Okay. Pack deodorant.

Kendra Peterson.

Whoa.

Oh, Mr. Secretary!

Oh, shit.

Don't mind me, I'm just gonna grab a few things and I'll be gone.

Shuttle diplomacy requires clean clothes.

Holy mother of Jesus.

Looks like I owe you a free drink next time you come by Bobby Van's.

- Billy, leave. - Right.

- See you, Billy. - Mr. Secretary.

I didn't expect you home. Obviously.

Nuclear crisis.

Walter, you and I need to discuss something.

What? Billy? You know I'm fine with that.

No, not Billy. We need to discuss my nomination.

I need to know. Have you heard anything...

I don't have time.

Did you hear something? I gotta keep India from going to war with Pakistan.

Have you seen my travel adapter?

The, uh... you know, the three-pronged one?

Not the two, like Europe, but the three, like the UK.

But the things are a little slanted.

No? Okay.

Wow, that was like porn-star sized.

I'm being ordered to shore duty.

San Diego.

I'm gonna have this baby on my own.

On your own?

It's my flesh and blood.

A part of me is inside of you.

Quit while you're ahead. You heard her, you're off the hook.

Shut the fuck up. Got it.

You're not exactly father material at the moment.

You're a drug dealer.

Plus, it sounds like you're going to prison for a long time.

Zeke's gonna be a top.

Jammer's just gonna be one big open pussy.

Can you just... Stand up there?

Face the wall.

If we never see each other again,

there's just one thing I need you to do for me.

The MPs won't let me up to my stateroom.

So I need you to go up there and find all my pills

and flush 'em down the toilet before they get to 'em.

Father of the year.

Guard.

Ma'am.

Can I turn around now?

No.

Oh, you again.

You're alive. How did you get away?

By involuntarily volunteering to help Haroon Raja.

Haroon Raja? The head of the ISI?

The man who is responsible for making people disappear? That Haroon Raja?

Yep, that's the one.

And you have, once again, put my family squarely in his sights

by coming back to my house.

Look, the fact is I don't know anyone else.

Rafiq, I gotta get a message to Walter Larson.

I'm gonna need you to get me back to the embassy.

I am through risking my life for you.

Cool. I get it.

Zaman's gonna blow up the world unless I get this message to Walter,

but just do what's in your heart.

Fine, I will take you to the embassy, but that's it.

Thank you.

Now, we really gotta hit the road, and I'm gonna need some clean clothes

that don't scream, "CIA spy," preferably something very traditional.

I may have something for you, if you promise

- never to come back. - I promise.

- Come on. Sit down and have something. - Sorry, no time.

- Come on, please. - Eh, maybe just something for the road.

I'm starving, actually. Could you pass that green stuff, please?

Sure.

- Mmm. - What's that smell?

Mm, urine.

Whoa.

You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. - I didn't mean for you to see that.

Well, it was pretty hard to miss.

Still, it was really embarrassing.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Neither does Billy. Boy, he could start a cult with that thing.

- He could. - I mean, that's pretty big.

- I mean, that's gotta hurt. - Well, it doesn't exactly hurt...

Anyway, this has nothing to do with Billy.

I just heard that my nomination is dead in the water.

It's not dead in the water. It's an uphill climb.

An uphill climb, but we're gonna push it through.

I'm taking the Pentagon General Counsel job.

- No, you're not. - Mm-hmm.

- Mm-mm. - Mm-hmm.

I'm not gonna let you work for Pierce.

It's not your decision to make.

You're gonna wind up writing legal briefs condoning torture for that prick.

Or I'm gonna be able to make a difference from the inside.

The inside changes you, you don't change the inside.

Well, your outside approach isn't working.

You realize the only reason Pierce is offering you that job is to fuck with me.

Mr. Secretary?

I'm sorry to interrupt. Indian Foreign Minister, he's warning you not to come.

Okay. You are such a fucking narcissistic asshole!

I'll wait in the car.

Wait.

That was my wife talking to me, Rakesh.

- Jesus Christ. Did I insult him again? - Fix it!

- I don't know, I'll find out. - Fuck me.

Joanne, I am... I really want to talk about this,

but I don't have the time right now.

Okay.

I'm taking the Pentagon job. Safe travels.

Fuck.

This outfit belonged to my father.

Try not to get blood all over it.

That the fate of nations rests in your hands is incredibly alarming.

I do not have any more time for this. I'm late, and my students are waiting for me.

You teach? I have so much respect for teachers.

- I'd love to talk with you about it. - No.

I believe I was speaking to your daughter.

I believe I speak for my daughter.

Oh, so we're gonna do this Old World. All right.

I'm game. Bring it.

I'm very much looking forward to you being gone when I return.

Bye, baby.

She'll warm up to me.

Okay...

Shalom aleichem.

That's Hebrew.

Good luck to you both.

Uh, thank you for all that deep background, there.

Of course, Mr. Secretary.

- Are you sure you're all right? - Absolutely. I'm fine.

It was just a muscle spasm.

Okay.

You might wanna take it easy on that stuff, sir.

You telling me I'm drinking too much?

No, the steward said he didn't have time to fully stock, and we're running low.

Right. Well, fuck it.

- It dulls the pain. - The President is on the line, sir.

Mr. President?

Walter, good luck in New Delhi.

The last thing we need is an India-Pakistan war on top of the Zaman situation.

Speaking of which, where are you with Raja?