Madam Secretary

Can you imagine

how many meetings and discussions

it took to get this thing made?

Apparently, there was an argument

to make the structure a log cabin.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- Pretty big cabin. - Mm-hmm.

Why won't Russell answer my text?

Um, other than helping run

the most powerful country in the world?

I never ask for anything, but I need a Monday off

- in two months. - What for?

Emma Feldman's wedding, in Turks and Caicos.

Ah.

Can people stop with the destination weddings?

Hey, who remembers the actual occasion for...

the Gettysburg Address?

Don't make it school, honey.

They used to like it.

Well, then they grew up.

We've lived here almost four years.

This is the first time doing D.C. as a family...

You thought they'd like it. Me, too.

But we forgot... they have lives.

They have phones. Their lives happen

- on phones. - I hate that.

Oh. Go ahead,

- but there's no point. - I hate that, too.

God! Why has no one checked my blog post

about the history of the poncho?

It's, like, everyone wants to be in it,

but no one wants to know where it came from.

Huh. Funny that. Okay, come on,

Vietnam Memorial. Let's go.

No, please.

- One memorial and you're done? - No,

it's just, like, the wall is gonna be so heavy.

Can we, like, break it up

- with something fun, maybe? - Yeah, sure,

we'll go directly to the statue memorializing

what fun it was forming a democracy.

Yeah, okay, okay, we need a break and maybe some food.

I know a fun place that's nearby,

and we can look at the cherry blossoms on the way. Come on.

Gift from the Japanese government in 1912.

- Stop teaching. Stop teaching. - That's what I do.

Oh!

It's a little long.

Really?

Inches.

Inches inside.

Receiver's call.

Gentlemen's game, dude. Right?

Okay, Viscount.

Try this.

Nice.

Breeze helped you out a little.

- I can feel it. - Yeah.

More like the breeze of the ball saying, "Don't bother."

Yeah. Come on.

Okay, Waffles, water break.

Here.

- Come on and drink. Oh. - Uh...

Sorry. Thor just has to meet every dog in the park

before he does his business.

- Thor? - Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry, cutie, but you are not a Thor.

Right? He was already named when I rescued him.

Oh, I-I rescued Waffles, too.

Waffles? Seriously?

Uh-huh. A bomb- sniffing-school washout.

Named after a fancy pancake.

- Oh, are you in the Bureau? - No, State.

Is your husband in State, too?

I'm not married.

I'm kind of single mom'ing it.

Oh. I'm Thomas.

Daisy.

- Eh! Hooked it. - Eh.

Just the right amount, Mr. President.

Where's Elizabeth today?

She had a family conflict.

Talk about a swing.

She can't make the NSC game, my wallet just says thank you.

Amen to that.

Yes!

Incredible. Your mom has always been really turbo about this game.

- Mama needs that big... - Whoa.

What is that up there?

- Manatee? - Manatee.

Yeah! Oh!

You guys should pay attention and see how this is done.

I don't need a manatee.

- Is anyone getting reception in here? - No. I'm just

- deleting photos. - It's a total dead zone.

Maybe that's why

I still haven't heard from Russell.

Maybe the parking lot?

Hey, could we all put down our robots

and enjoy this family activity

that we insisted on doing?

- Come on! - Okay, fine. Hand it over.

- Come on, here. - There, you can do this one.

Wait, wait.

- Bring it straight back. Straight back. - Whoo!

Straight back. No spin, no spin!

Yeah, baby!

- Hey. - Hey.

- What are you in for? - Oh, self-imposed spring cleaning

M-Sec's personal files. You?

A big policy binder

for the Bureau of South Central Asian Affairs

which isn't due for a month,

but it's keeping me awake at night.

Do you need some help?

- I'm almost done with my pathology. - Really?

No, really.

It's a 500-page dossier,

and it's not exactly a potboiler.

I'd like to dip my toe in another department.

Oh.

I should also get a more concrete idea

of what I'm supposed to do next.

Well, if you still want to do policy after this,

you may have found your calling, my friend.

Great.

That really was

- a hell of a drive, Gordon. - Well, thank you, sir.

My lucky day, I guess.

Not if POTUS cuts your budget.

Thank you, Russell.

Now, do I have to wonder every time I win

if it's because someone was afraid of me?

Well, you really weren't wondering that already, sir?

That's a soothing ring choice.

It's STRATCOM.

This is NSA Ellen Hill.

Charlie.

Delta. Three. Three. Niner. Seven.

What's going on?

Confidence level?

Gather the NSC plus five and kick it to CiC comms

- immediately. - What the hell is it?

Early warning satellites

detected multiple Russian launches.

- What?! - Salnikov can't be that crazy.

He said he'd get us back after Syria.

- By launching nukes? - Cover Falcon! Cover Falcon!

CIA's psych eval of Salnikov

indicated volatility and mood swings.

We just killed

- 300 Russians in Aleppo. - Mr. President,

I have STRATCOM. Put them on speaker, Captain.

Yes, sir.

Colonel McPherson is on the line.

- McPherson? - General Bradley is off duty, sir.

NSC plus five is being patched in.

Colonel McPherson, what's the sitrep?

Mr. President,

SSPARS is now tracking

more than 400 Russian ICBMs

heading for U.S. mainland,

striking in about 20 minutes.

- Oh, my God. - What about our monitoring stations?

London and Alaska already confirmed; Greenland on alert.

Is there anything

indicating otherwise?

- No, sir. - Do we have all NSC on the line?

All but Secretary McCord and DNI Ware, sir.

We can't reach them.

Does anyone have any reason to believe

that our systems could be wrong?

Admiral Forsyth here, Mr. President.

It's a long shot, but we've always worried about a hack.

Not possible.

The network's air gapped and continually monitored for unauthorized code.

Now is not the time to be defensive

about our systems, Gordon.

Colonel, is there anything indicating

a possible intrusion in the network, anything at all?

No, sir. Every indication

is that we are under attack, Mr. President.

Sir, I recommend initiating Night Watch continuity

of government protocol immediately.

Do it. Major, open the football.

Three, two, one...

Dad, you're already so far behind.

- Well, I... - Put your foot on the gas!

What are those... those oil can things?

You have to grab them, Dad, so you can leave the oil slicks.

- I'll crash. - It's okay to crash.

I can't crash... I'm a trained pilot.

These things have consequences.

It's called Redline Rampage, you got to be

a little bit more rampage-y...

Oh...

I am seriously stunned to be beating you right now.

I mean, I don't know what's happening.

Well, don't get used to it.

And you can stop with the...