Madam Secretary

- Ten, nine... - Hold on. Are you crazy?

- Are you crazy? - It's the Project Runway finale.

- You're crazy. - So you can DVR it!

Just stop ruining my life.

Oh, my... you know what? You know what?!

You are so dead!

- I-I actually didn't do it. - You know what, Alison?

- I didn't. - Then who did?! What are you...?

- Ready for the Runway? - Of course, of course it was the other one.

Uh, no, the real world, actually.

President Dalton gave

his, uh, State of the Union, like, an hour ago.

I have to be up

on what the cable-verse thinks for work tomorrow.

Oh, great. So just because you're interning

for Russell Jackson, you have to stay current

on how screwed-up the world is?

Guys, Mom has spent the last six months negotiating

a global climate deal, and the president announced it tonight.

It's like the moon shot of our generation.

More than 200 countries

committed to the Stockholm Protocols'

sweeping carbon emission benchmarks.

But the crown jewel for President Dalton

was getting India and China on board.

The question now:

will the treaty pass the U.S. Senate?

Ah. Hey, look who's civically engaged.

Hey.

Do you guys think that the Senate's gonna ratify?

You mean act rationally and sacrifice minor short-term

domestic economic gains for the greater good?

Oh, yeah, they always do stuff like that.

I have faith.

In the scorched-earth fight

our president is willing to wage

to bulldoze those who would deny reality.

Scorched earth over scorched earth?

Appropriate.

I need ice cream.

You were really playing Titanfall, weren't you?

- I mean, you know... - Weren't you? Huh?

If the State of the Union had

just a few more explosions...

- Hello. Who? - I want to watch Project Runway.

Oh, God.

Uh, yeah, let him in.

Who is it? The Grim Reaper?

Pretty much.

You sure you don't want a spoon?

Mm, no, thanks.

So, I hear you are meeting

with the Dalai Lama tomorrow.

Been on my schedule for months.

I doubt you just heard.

But I did just hear from the Chinese president about it.

I'm sure that you explained to him that our policy

towards Tibet has not changed,

and we would never let the Chinese dictate

with whom our secretary of state can or cannot meet.

President Li and I simply agreed this is a delicate time.

Often the first step toward appeasement.

The Chinese have had a bug up their ass

about the Dalai Lama since the 1950s,

when they first drove him from his spiritual seat in Tibet.

To them, he's a font of separatist rhetoric,

hell-bent on breaking away from China,

so it is indeed delicate.

Are you really mansplaining Tibetan history to me?

We need China on board

for the president to deliver on his promise

to fight climate change, which I know you know.

And you also know

that in just five days, China's congress decides

whether or not to ratify the treaty.

After that, you can go on Dancing With the Stars

with the Lama for all I care.

Please, Elizabeth.

Please? Really?

Does Conrad even know you're here?

The president says...

...it's your call.

Look.

I get that the timing of this isn't great.

But as we know, this meeting has been

on the books for some time.

And caving to Chinese pressure about it

would set a terrible precedent.

That said,

I can pare back the coverage.

Try and keep the visit under the radar, I guess.

Thank you.

Good morning. Any word from Ian?

Still radio silence.

Dead militia member and an asset gone quiet.

- Go, team. - Yeah.

Good morning.

Good morning.

DOJ ruled that Ian's kill was justified.

Wayne O'Connell's wounds were consistent

with Ian's account of the attack.

Okay. And what about the disposition of the body?

Office of Legal Counsel wants it released

to the family immediately.

And say what?

That he was killed during an FBI sting into his death cult?

We can't risk word that the investigation will get back

- to the VFF. - That's right.

You want to pull Ian out.

I don't see how we have any other choice,

unless you expect the Federal Bureau

- to disappear a body. - Okay, look.

I have a meeting scheduled with Ian tomorrow.

Assuming he shows, I'll give him a camera.

As far as the militia's concerned,

Wayne O'Connell is just missing.

Let's give Ian more time to gather evidence,

then we can pull him out, grab the drone and the bomb,

and then release O'Connell's body.

The most I can get the DOJ to hold is four days.

That's how long you have to me something actionable.

Preparations for the sand mandala

- are going well. - I don't get it.

These monks spent all week

painstakingly arranging colored sand

to fit this blueprint,

and when, whoosh, they just sweep it away.

Wh-What's the point?

That is the point.

Everything's transitory.

Everything ends.

That's very sad.

Even that feeling, that'll pass, too.

Okay, now you're just piling on.

Just keep at it.

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

Great morning.

Is the sand mandala

- ready to rock? - Yes, ma'am.

Uh, I still don't get the point.

That is the point.

No. Due respect, ma'am,

not getting the point can't possibly be the point.

You can say that about anything.

Exactly.

Give over, Blake.

Okay, you know,

Buddhism clearly isn't for neurotics.

Or maybe just the opposite.

Look who that is! Come here!

Who is this? Who is this?

Oh, my goodness. This is my girl.

I tell ya, staffers just keep getting younger and younger,

- don't they? - Sorry, ma'am.

- The sitter canceled on us last minute. - Oh, are you kidding?

She keeps me on my toes, just like her daddy.

Right, little varmint?

Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.

Secretary Elizabeth McCord.

Ah, so good to see you.

- It's so good to see you. - You are the kindest of world leaders.

Tall bird lady with lion's heart.

Thank you, Your Holiness.

You remember my assistants, Lama Samten, Lama Dote

and Geshe Tashi.

You can tell them apart by their auras.

Oh.

- Buddhist humor. - Oh!

That's... He's... That's...

- He's funny. - Yeah.

Oh, now, who are you, little sister?

This is Chloe.

- Hello. - Chloe.

Your Holiness, this...

Whoa!

She is the wisest of us all.

Yes.

Now, where is the sand mandala?

Members of the National Buddhist Center

here in D.C. anticipated your arrival.

Ah.

May you be at peace.

May you be well.

May you find loving kindness.

Let this cosmic Buddha palace heal and energize the world.

May I have some tea?

Of course.

We have a masala chai

that the tea snobs around here just rave about.

- Hi. - Sorry about this.

No, it's fine. My mom's coming for her.

- Hi, baby. - You got her?

I really am trying my best here.

Um, listen, I was gonna give this to you a little later,

but, uh, it seems appropriate.

It's an informal custody settlement agreement.

Are you serious?

You... you want sole physical custody of our child?

I want a routine for Chloe.

Yeah, but what's-what's this?