The Brink

This fuckin' music is driving me crazy.

Oh, God, it's the president.

Mr. President, before you say anything,

- I just want you to know... - Walter, you'd better have a time machine,

because I want you back here yesterday.

From now on, Pierce is point person

on Pakistan. Is that clear?

Mr. President, Raja is just testing us.

He just needs proof that we're still behind him.

The only reason to get behind Raja at this point

is to shoot that son of a bitch in the head.

If I can just get a location on Raja...

Walter, I want you back on a plane to DC now.

Ye... yes, Mr. President.

I've had enough.

Get me that list of replacements for Larson I had you draw up.

Mm-hmm.

Where's Haroon Raja?

What's a Haroon Raja?

Don't fuck with me. You know where he is.

You know, Walter, we've all had just about enough

of your back-channel dead ends.

Now why don't you just pack up your little peace pipe

and get the hell out of the Holy Land, huh?

I'm not going anywhere.

- Ah, Mrs. Larson. - What?

- Welcome. - Joanne.

I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Secretary.

My flight was delayed.

What the fuck?

Shalom.

You guys ready to see something?

Come on in, guys. Mi kasbah es su kasbah.

Feel free to hang out here until your rooms are ready.

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We can all use his bathroom one at a time.

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I'm sure you girls are all eager to find out

the password for the embassy Wi-Fi.

Today it is...

"fromheretoeternity," one word, all lower case.

It's a different classic movie every day.

Whoa, that was intense.

They're teenage girls who have been living

without Internet for three days.

Thank you, Alex.

I'm very appreciative of everything you've done.

I'm... I'm just glad that everything worked out.

I think we can give Uncle Creepy a little space.

I'm sure he has a lot of very important

State Department business to take care of, right?

Ah, no. Who wants to see the embassy bowling alley?

You could use a little meat on your bones. Now dig in.

You keep talking about fattening us up.

It's kind of freaking me out.

Hmm. Yeah, you're not like cannibals, are you?

I'm not, but I wish I could say the same thing for my husband.

Darling, must we talk about this now?

Martin ate a young tribesman once on his travels through Tanzania.

She's fuckin' with us. Right?

I have to say, I didn't find it wholly satisfying.

Of course, that's the trouble with African tribesmen, isn't it? Can't eat just one.

It takes a village.

My husband... the Noel Coward of rural Pakistan.

I do amuse myself.

Yes, he does.

But in all seriousness,

I have eaten another human being.

Right. Be a good eunuch, Martin,

and come and help me in the kitchen, would you? Thank you very much.

Chop, chop.

Our oven should fit you two perfectly.

These guys are fuckin' freaks.

I'll tell you what we gotta do, is find a fuckin' phone

and get the hell out of here.

Good idea, Glenn.

Pierce? Really, Joanne? Pierce?

I told you I was going to take it.

I just figured you were leveraging me

to talk to the president about your judicial nomination.

You don't offer much leverage these days, Walter.

So what about the judgeship? You're just going to piss that away?

Pierce told me it was never going to happen.

Pierce? You're going to believe Pierce instead of your husband?

And that the only reason my husband didn't tell me

is because my husband didn't want me to take the job.

True of false?

Well, there is a grain of truth.

Damn it, Walter. We don't lie to each other.

Fine, I should have been more straight with you.

You think?

Honey, why are you doing this?

Because this is what I do. I'm a lawyer.

Walter, I am back in the game, right where I belong.

It's not a fucking game.

You know it's a game, and you can play it two ways.

You shake hands with the devil

and try and coax him over to your side,

or piss everyone off and end up buried

up to your neck in ash and smoke.

You really believe you're going to change Pierce?

I wouldn't have taken this job if I didn't.

Your fuckin' dreaming.

I'm dreaming this conversation's over.

Whoa, whoa, wait. Joanne, Joanne, Joanne.

What?

Congratulations on your new job.

Thank you, baby.

I'm proud of you.

I appreciate that.

I need a location on a guy named Haroon Raja.

You are unbelievable.

Pierce knows where he is and he's not telling me.

Joanne, if I don't find this guy, very bad things are going to happen.

You're a clever boy, Walter.

I'm sure you'll figure something out.

Hey.

I just came by to pick up some of our belongings

and show you where I was forced to hide your weed

before the girls could find it.

You should know that I don't smoke anymore.

I mean, I smoke, but only when I'm solving a problem,

or winding down after work,

or dealing with my family.

I understand. Now I must go.

You understand the old me, but there's a new me

that you don't know that you might actually like.

Perhaps, but he is only four days old.

You gotta admit, it's been a pretty impressive four days.

I'm glad the slow destruction of my country

has changed the way you see yourself.

I'm just asking you to hold off judgment.

Please take your weed.

All right. I actually need it

'cause my father's birthday is coming up.

But then... feesh!

Talbot.

I'm on my way.

Ambassador needs to see me.

Well, your government's inexplicable hospitality

was nice while it lasted.

Dude.

We're looking for the goddamn phone, remember?

You heard what this boner guy's worth.

Sell this motherfucker on eBay, you afford

all the illegitimate children you want.

We're not here to flip antiques.

Ha! Charger!

That means there's got to be a phone here somewhere.

Put it back, Glenn.

How the fuck did you see that?

We're not criminals, okay?

You're a fuckin' drug dealer, man.

You're missing a real opportunity here.

Hands up!

Who'd like some pistachio sticky cake?

Fuck no!

I'm done, man. Enough. I'm stuffed.

It's fine. Dude, lis... all right.

I'm gonna ask you one more time...

Do you have a phone we could use?

Well, what do you think, Martin?

Should we let them use it?

Well, seeing as you've been such get-along, go-along guests,

we'll allow you to make one call each.

- What do you say? - Awesome.

But first, you have to indulge us

in a little sport.

The ambassador wanted to see me?

I'll let him know you're here.

Is that Talbot? Send him in!

Come, come.

Close the door.

Sit down, please.

I need to share something with you that is deeply personal.

Are you sure?

And I realize it's going to sound strange.

The night before you arrived here

with those seven girls...

I had the most revelatory dream.

I hesitate even calling it a dream...

A vision, perhaps.

You know, I'm pretty good with dreams.

My college roommate minored in abnormal psychology

before he killed himself.

Go ahead.

Lay it on me.

Okay.

I stood with a lion

and a leopard

and a bear.

And we walked

along the Sea of Reeds.

Suddenly, out of the water

flew a beast

with seven heads.

I grabbed its back and flew up

and up and up.

We passed a flock of birds.