The Brink

Admiral, what's going on?

Why can't we hear anything?

We're still working out a few bugs.

This is the perfect time to work out a few bugs,

15 minutes before we bomb the shit out of Pakistan.

Does anybody here lip read?

Mr. President, it's not too late to recall.

No, the second you recall, the Israelis will launch their own preemptive strike

to take out those nuclear installations.

At least this way we can control it.

He's right, Walter.

Flight op: 99.

Reports of severe turbulence at all altitudes.

Set max conserve.

I'm gonna heave.

What?

I'm gonna heave, man.

Come on, Glenn. Don't, buddy, no.

Come on, Glenn. No, no.

Man: Jesus.

What the hell was that?

Looked like vomit.

Admiral, find out what's going on up there.

Yes, Mr. President.

- Any word from Haroon Raja? - Nothing.

Shit, if I could just reach the son of a bitch,

he could take down Zaman from the inside.

Okay. I'll keep trying.

I might still have an old family contact number from our Georgetown days.

You mean Raja went to Georgetown with you?

Yeah, he was that kind of cokehead that never paid for it himself.

Cheap bastard owes me.

He did a lot of coke. Lot.

- I never did it, you know. - Of course not, sir.

Can I offer you and your men any pistachios?

A fax was sent from this house.

A fax that could greatly jeopardize Pakistan.

You don't say.

If you do not tell me who sent it, you will all be arrested and charged with treason.

- Let go of me. - Guys, chill.

Everyone. Gentlemen, gentlemen.

This family's completely innocent. I'm the one you're looking for.

Now, if you'll please unhand that lovely woman, we can all discuss this over...

I don't know, sponge cake and milky tea? Hm?

I wouldn't get too cute with these guys, because they're kind of like our Gestapo.

Don't worry about it, Rafiq.

Just have to show them this. I'm reaching in my pocket.

No need to shoot.

Boom.

Nothing to worry about. Okay?

That's to inform you that I'm an employee of the U.S. State Department,

and entitled to all diplomatic privileges of the--

Or not.

Contact the embassy and make sure the ambassador knows what's happening.

Don't mention that we destroyed their Mercedes. (groans)

He's coming with us. The rest of you are to remain confined to this house.

My men will be stationed outside so do not try to leave.

You all right back there, buddy?

The pills make me feel like I'm sitting in my own feces,

with vomit dripping all over me.

Well, that's because you are.

Well, that fucking sucks.

Zeke: Sorry, I kind of roofied you there, Jammer.

I think those were the morphine pills I take for my back pain.

Jesus, man, how bad is your back? This shit is intense.

Zeke: 8 years of cramming my 6'4" body into this tiny-ass cockpit?

Pretty fucking bad.

- What the fuck was that? - Oh, my bad, man.

I was cleaning puke off my trigger.

Zeke: This is locking on to something.

No, please, god, no.

What did that just hit? It looked like a prehistoric bird.

It's too small to be a plane. It must be some kind of drone.

I'm pretty fucked up so I'll go with drone also.

Flight op: Hammer one-nine, what the hell are you shooting at?

You're 300 miles from target.

Do me a favor, don't fire any more goddamn missiles, okay?

Sitting on my hands... in my own shit.

- (winces) - Mr. Secretary?

Please tell me that's Raja.

No, it's the Indian Foreign Minister.

He's claiming Pakistan just shot down one of their surveillance drones.

Pakistan's denying it was them, but India's not buying it.

- They're getting ready to rumble. - Rakesh.

- (excited shouting) - Yeah, calm down.

No, let's-- Why don't we find out exactly what happened

before we start a holy war?

I am not taking Pakistan's side.

I'm just asking you not to go off half-cock-- Shit!

- Fuck! Shit! - It's happened to me. I can fix it.

Ugh, god. You flushed, right?

No, girl, but I admire your grit.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Oh my god.

That's the guy you like, right?

No, I don't like him.

Is it me or is that room like a fucking holding cell for the criminally insane?

They're signing the president up for World War III, and he's letting them.

He needs to grow a pair. Fucking pussy.

Mr. Wilson-- Oh, yeah, it's working.

- Ah. Rakesh? Rakesh? - Rakesh: You hung up on me!

No, no, I did not hang up on you.

Rakesh: You insulted me!

That is not an insult. That's a...

an expression. Half-cock does not mean you have half a cock.

It means you have--

Attempting a task without being fully prepared.

- Attempting a-- Attempting a task-- - He hung up.

Who would you like me to get on the phone next?

- My dick doctor. What's that called? - Your urologist.

Wait, are you okay?

No, it feels like I'm fucking trying to shit through my cock.

That's... very... specific.

Greetings, my friend.

Talbot: Howdy.

They taking you in for questioning too?

I wish that were all they were taking me in for.

Sounds like you ended up on the wrong side of the action tonight, like me.

You could say that.

So, uh...

Any words of advice for a first-time political prisoner?

Stick to the truth.

That way, you will have died an honorable death.

Yeah, okay. Thank you.

I guess I'll just have to figure it out on my own.

I have no doubt that you will.

I'm Alex, by the way.

I am Vakeel Bashar,

the democratically elected Prime Minister of Pakistan.

No shit?

Shit.

Does that mean that it's bullshit and you're not the Pakistani--

I'm confused.

I am the democratically elected Prime Minister of Pakistan.

So then you'd say-- never mind. You would say, "No shit."

It could be a double shit negative. My apologies.

That's all right. Lost in translation.

Where are you going?

I gotta get back to the embassy to tell them what happened to Alex.

His soldiers are outside.

I know, that's why I'm gonna go up to the roof and climb across to the neighbors.

Are you out of your mind? We're all going to be shot as traitors.

And why are you helping these people?

Because...

I'm the only friend that that arrogant little imperialist has, okay?

Zaman is going to parade that ignorant jackass to the world as a spy,

and use it to consolidate his power and destroy our country.

Well, there is that too.

You have put this entire family in danger.

You are risking your life for someone who will surely never return the favor,

and you are leaving the house without having eaten anything.

Ma, I'll grab something on the way.

That's all I ask.

Half-cocked is not an insult. It's an expression.

- No, no. - It was a misunderstanding, Harish.

Walter Larson in no way meant to disrespect your foreign minister.

We have to learn all the facts about the shooting down of your drone

before formulating a response.

Now, we are every bit as concerned...

Raja? - No, I tried your old contact number.

It's now a Chipotle in Karachi.

Intel says that both Raja's parents passed away years ago.

Dead end. Literally.

- Then what? - Your wife is on the phone.

Let's see, talk to my wife

or get torn a new asshole by the president as soon as he hangs up?

Excuse me.

- (shouting on phone) - Hmm?

Lovely job translating.

- Nayyara. - Nayyara.

Thank you, Mr. Secretary.

From your accent I'm guessing Punjabi

by way of London School of Economics?

Hm, very good, sir.

I'm always on the lookout for real talent on my team.

- I'll have someone get in touch. - Okay.

- Love your shoes. - Thank you.

Sir.

- Make sure that's... - She's already in your contacts.

- Hey, darling. - Hey.

Larson: I'm stuck at the White House. For real.

I actually believe you this time. I've been watching the news.

On a slightly less urgent note,

what'd the president say about pushing my judicial nomination through the Senate?

Uh... didn't ask him.

He's a little busy trying to stave off nuclear winter.

Just as well. I'm gonna withdraw.

Who needs their name dragged through the mud by some tired old fucker

from the great state of Montana?

No, you're not withdrawing your name. Be patient.

Well, I'm in limbo.

I've recused all my clients due to conflicts of interest.

I've turned down offers. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in this fucking house

just, literally, running in place.

Well, on the bright side, you're in the best shape you've ever been in.

Well, there is that.

Honey, this appointment is your dream.

It's a stepping stone to the Supreme Court.

Larson: Just like we planned.

Walter, I know you don't want to hear this,