SAUL: Previously on Homeland...
Hi, I'm from the Administration for Children's Services.
After my talk with Franny, I made a determination
that she's at imminent risk for further harm.
What?
She's been taken, placed in a state-registered youth home.
I just wanted to let you know that Franny's in foster care.
In this case, it's clearly the right thing to do.
It's why I contacted you.
ASTRID: Peter, are you okay?
Astrid?
Yeah. It's me.
I have to get back to New York.
You will be arrested again.
That's the deal.
What deal?
The deal Dar Adal made.
You shot a civilian, Peter.
'Cause they were coming for me.
Who is?
The people who built the bomb.
DAR: You were in a coma, Peter.
Carrie ordered the doctors to wake you up.
She did this despite repeated warnings
about the risks of the procedure.
You think she's been
taking care of you all these months out of love?
Sounds a lot more like guilt if you ask me.
Gentlemen, I have your passports.
Welcome to New York.
Thank you.
I want political asylum.
I can put you in front of someone
who can make it happen.
The President-elect.
While New Yorkers were dealing with this terrible attack,
the president-elect fled to a "secure location."
...occupied or bombed, and that is just since...
She's a Gold Star mom. She's tough to argue with.
At least for now she is.
♪ and the home of the brave ♪
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SCOTT-HERON: The first revolution is when you change your mind
about how you look at things
and see that there might be another way to look at it
that you have not been shown.
(crowd shouting)
SCAHILL: The brutality against protesters,
the para-militarization of law enforcement.
CARRIE: That's why we have to keep trying.
ELIZABETH: We don't need a police state in this country
to fight terrorism.
We need a new strategy.
SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will not be televised.
GREENWALD: ...the system of indefinite detention...
SCAHILL: FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities...
DEMARCO: Security. Got an agitated non-compliant patient.
- Get away from me! Aah! - What's his name again?
- Peter Quinn. - Peter Quinn.
SCOTT-HERON: You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.
WOMAN: It's a very alarming charge.
WOMAN #2: The Russians hacked our committees.
WOMAN #3: The continuation of endless war.
QUINN: Can't you get that through your fucking skull?
SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
SCAHILL: The US continues to engage
in a covert war with very, very high stakes.
SAUL: I made promises and didn't keep them.
PRIEST: This world began right after 9/11.
SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will not be televised,
not be televised. There will be no rerun,
brothers and sisters. The revolution will be live.
CHAFFETZ: Which agency?
MCCULLOUGH: I can't say that here in an open hearing, sir.
QUINN: You saved me.
CARRIE: Yes.
QUINN: Why?
FRANK: This is the truth, okay?
This is the truth that no one wants to hear.
Men died, buddies of mine died, for nothing.
Take a look at the casualties his battalion suffered.
40 dead, 87 wounded.
And why is that, Frank?
Why do you think our new President's son
lost more men than any other commander during the surge?
'Cause Andrew Keane only cared about his career
and the ribbons that he had pinned on his chest.
And he didn't give a shit what he had to do to get them.
- SHARON: Rudy. - He must have taken...
Rudy. Rudy.
You're late. Brett had to start without you.
...while he stayed safe behind the blast barrier.
I'm sorry. I'm not gonna do it, okay?
Can you just tell him for me, please?
Can you just wait here a minute, please?
Brett. Rudy is here.
Hold that thought, guys. I'm gonna take a little break.
(indistinct chatter)
Thanks, Sharon.
(sighs) Rudy.
- What's up? - Hey.
Uh, I'm sorry.
I-I can't do this, okay?
So, uh, there's your money back.
- No, you keep it. - No.
- All that footage you gave us.
You already earned it.
Okay.
But you can't let us down.
I'm... (sighs)
Look at those guys over there. Look.
They are here because of you,
because you had the guts to speak out.
Now, you were the only one
who was actually out on patrol that night.
I know that.
But... my head's a mess.
'Course it is.
You got sent down IED Alley
every single day for a whole year.
You yourself got hit four times.
(breathing shakily) Yeah, but why now?
Like, what's the point now?
Because people need to know the truth.
Because Andrew Keane was the opposite of a hero
and because his mother is the most dangerous person
to ever set foot in the White House.
Now, we can't just stand by
and watch her gut our armed forces,
abandon our closest allies,
and cede control to the world government.
Can we?
No, sir.
(pats arm)
O'KEEFE: We've heard a lot about how Captain Keane
stayed on base, sent his men into enemy fire.
But in his defense,
there was at least one day he went out.
May 14, 2007, the day he was killed.
Rudy, you were there that day,
out on patrol with Captain Keane, weren't you?
- Mm-hmm. - You want to tell us what happened?
Uh...
Yeah, we had, um...
Well, we'd gone to search
a warehouse in Sadr City.
Um, we had Intel that it was a bomb factory.
And we had just gotten
out of the vehicles when got hit.
It was like they were waiting for us.
And what happened?
(inhales sharply)
(sighs)
We were pinned down, taking fire.
And RPGs, snipers.
We returned fire...
Bill, get closer on Rudy.
Captain Keane, what did he do?
It was dark. You know, there was a lot of noise.
But he was there, right?
You saw him.
Yes, sir.
So what was he doing?
(tense music)
He ran past me.
He was shouting.
- He ran past you? - Mm-hmm.
You mean he was running away?
He was killed by a sniper, right?
Where-- where-- where was he shot?
In the back.
Well, that sounds like he was running away.
He ran.
He was shot in the back.
What other explanation is there?
Yeah, he-- he was running. That's for sure.
Doesn't sound like a hero to me.
No, sir.
He was the opposite of a hero.
♪♪♪
(elevator bell dings)
- Madam President-elect. - Rob.
- Joint Chiefs are already here. - What about breakfast?
Between Agriculture
and Housing and Urban Development.
Good. Good morning.
- Good morning. - Sorry I'm late.
- Good morning. - Please.
Status of forces.
Admiral Suzhitksy,
why don't we start with the South China Sea?
(indistinct chatter)
(door closes)
JOSIE: Go ahead. Move on up.
(indistinct chatter)
- I owe you, Josie. - Any time, hon.
(silverware clinking)
JOSIE: Here you go.
It's about fucking time.
Sit, sit.
We're not going anywhere.
Not now anyway.
Is there a problem, Saul?
No, no problem.
She's the next President of the United States.
She's a little busy at the moment.
You still haven't spoken to her, have you?
Not yet, no. But I will. Relax.
Not exactly how I saw my retirement beginning.
There but for the grace of God.
Oh, screw the grace of God.
My fucking hand is in agony.
I have flea bites all over my legs.
Don't make me sleep here another night.
Well, right now, you might not have a choice.
And why not?
Let me worry about that.
Saul.
We've spent our entire careers seeing around corners.
If there's something I need to know,
you should tell me.
We need to take precautions, Majid.
You don't have many friends here.
Hmm.
Neither, it seems, do you.
(door opens)
Who said you could come in?
Bell didn't work. Door was open.
'Cause I'm putting in a security system.
Who are you again?
Max.
Right.
Is she home?
Yeah.
I need to talk to her.
Now.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Why not?
The Black Dog.
Black what?
Dog.
Depression.
She hasn't come out of Franny's room.
Been in there since last night.
(sad music)
(knock on door)
Hey, you.
CARRIE: Hey.
Max told me about Franny.
I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
You appealing the decision?
There is no appeal.
Really?
Really.
All I can do is comply with the court order.
(inhales deeply)
Psych eval... (sighs)
then therapy, then...
hope to God I can convince the judge I'm a changed woman.
Can I help in any way?
No, it'll just make things worse, apparently,
any outside pressure.
♪♪♪
Look, uh...
it's obviously not the best time to ask.
But I need your help.
Carrie.
I swore to myself it would be different here.
I swore to myself I would be different.
And look what happened.
You'll get her back.
(inhales sharply)
Unfit mother, unfit mother, unfit mother...
- Carrie. - ...unfit mother, unfit mother.
It's all I can hear in my head.
(sniffles) Ugh!
I don't even know where she is, Saul.
I need to see her.
I-I have to know that's she's all right.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
I can do it.
Sorry.
Fucking drop foot.
At least you're up and walking.
Hell of a lot better than when I saw you in May.
May?
In the hospital.
You don't remember?
Sort of.
That's fine. Don't worry about it.
My dreams have a realness.
Uh, my realness.
Uh, realness.
Reality?
My reality has
a dreaminess.
And my thoughts
keep... disappearing.
It's funny. You talk more than you used to.
Bad thing?
No.
I like it.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
It was a lot to process.
How long can you stay?
Two weeks, give or take.
Okay if I go for a run?
Sure.
We can head into town after, do some shopping.
Don't know about you, but I need some decent coffee.
Be back in an hour or so.
And if you're planning another jailbreak,
take a warm coat this time.
Or the rental car.
Keys are in the kitchen.
I'll give it some serous thought.
See you soon.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
(drawer closes)
(papers rustling)
(door closes)
(glove box opens)
(papers rustling)
(Velcro rips)
♪♪♪
(bullets clinking)
(magazine clicks)
♪♪♪
(bullets clatter)
(dog barking)
SAUL: That's the house.
Franny's one of three kids.
One older than her, one younger.
Foster mom's name is Christine Roth.
Been fostering nearly 20 years.
Never had a complaint against her.
(somber music)
(seat belt clicks)
- No. - Let go.
- If you're even see here... - I have to--
...you make this a hundred times worse, you understand that?
(both sigh)
(indistinct conversation)
Come on.
Let's go somewhere, get a cup of coffee.
I need to talk to you.
(sniffles)
Whatever it is,
just-- just tell me here.
(sighs)
Three weeks ago, I was sent to Abu Dhabi
to vet an Israeli operation against Farhad Nafisi.
Carrie, pay attention, please. I'm not fucking around.
Remember Mr. Nafisi?
(sighs) Of course.
Paymaster for the IRGC, all-around creep.
Correct.
It was me who recommended you for the mission.
Anyway, turns out Nafisi's been a Mossad agent for years.
The entire operation was theater,
hoping to convince me
that Iran's in breach of the nuclear agreement.
So what else is new?
Well, Mossad wasn't acting alone.
- No? - No.
They had support from inside our own intelligence community.
(dog barking)
The deal with Iran has been formally adopted.
It's settled policy. Any attempt to undermine it's--
Treason.
You have proof of all this, I'm assuming.
I do.
- And he's in New York right now. - He?
Majid Javadi.
Javadi? Here?
Fucking hell!
I need to get him in front of the President-elect, Carrie.
(sighs) The Iranians are abiding by the terms of the agreement.
There is no parallel program with North Korea.
Javadi's the only person who can make that case persuasively.
Okay.
If I go through official channels,
I risk tipping off the very people
who are conspiring behind my back.
So I need you to be the go-between.
I wouldn't be asking if it weren't absolutely critical.
No, it's-- it's not that, Saul.
I'm fine to try to arrange a meeting, but...
What?
These elements inside our own government,
do they include Dar Adal?
Dar Adal?
Yeah.
He paid me a visit a couple weeks ago.
Warned me off advising Elizabeth Keane.
Let me guess. You told him to fuck off.
And the next day, Sekou Bah's van blows up in midtown.
Blows up?
Wait a minute. Are you saying the kid wasn't responsible?
Let's just say the facts make it extremely fucking doubtful.
And that's not all. Two days later,
the FBI agent I'm working with on the investigation
is also murdered.
Oh, my God, Carrie.
You had all this. Why didn't you come to me?
You should have come to me.
Honestly, Saul, I... (scoffs)
I didn't know whose side you were on.
Five's the limit, pal.
- Ooh. Sorry. - Hey.
(suspenseful music)
(indistinct conversation)
I see you in here again, I call the police.
♪♪♪
BELLI: Have a good day.
CASHIER: You, too.
(doorbell jingles)
(car door closes)
ASTRID: Peter.
Give me a hand here, will you?
(suspenseful music)
What is it?
Nothing.
(door opens)
(bags rustling)
- Whose house is this? - Oh. Hey!
ASTRID: What?
- Ohh. - Answer the question.
Ow.
Answer me.
Let go!
Christ, Peter, that hurt.
Whose house?
I don't know.
(sighs) Friends of Dar Adal.
He told you this?
- Yeah. - When?
When he picked me up at the airport.
And these friends will let me stay here forever?
I have no idea what his arrangement is.
Why? What are you thinking?
It just seems weird.
- What do you mean? - If he wanted me gone,
why not get me out of the country?
I don't know.
You'd have to ask him.
You keep saying that. "I don't know. I don't know."
- What do you know? - Take it easy.
I didn't come all this way to get yelled at.
- Tell me, then. - What?
What did you come here for?
Sorry?
Dar Adal called you.
- Yeah, he did. - What did he say?
That you were in bad shape and needed help.
And you just came running like Florence fucking...
Why would you do that?!
Why would anybody do that?!
Oh, I don't know.
Same reason I risked my life getting you out of Islamabad.
Because I'm your friend, God damn it.
More than that.
We fucked each other because we were lonely.
That doesn't make us friends.
Don't say that. You don't mean it.
I do mean it.
Is Astrid even your real name?
Stop it, Peter.
- I'm curious. Is it? - Of course it is.
I don't believe you. Who else is here?
- Who did Dar Adal send? - Nobody.
What about the guy you were talking to in the supermarket?
- What? Who? - The one with the... baseball.
You were talking.
I wasn't talking to anybody in the supermarket.
- Don't lie to me. - I'm not!
- I am gonna find out! - Please, Peter.
- Get out of my way. - That doesn't make any sense.
- Move! - No!
(gasping)
(dramatic music)
(engine starts)
♪♪♪
(engine shuts off)
(seat belt clicks)
(indistinct conversations)
MAN: Told you.
The king can move where he wants,
and you can't predict the king.
(plastic clinks)
Two more moves, you're gonna owe me another 20.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(cellphone chimes)
Sorry to disappoint, my friend, but duty calls.
(dramatic music)
(horn honks)
You?
Yeah, me. Get in.
I'm sorry, but I just got to ask.
Is Saul so short of resources?
Is-- Is there no one else at the Agency that he trusts?
Uh, no one who still actually works there?
If you don't like it, I can pull over.
You can get out, take your chances.
Ooh, testy, testy.
He wants you safe.
That means as few people
know about this meeting as possible.
That's the only reason?
What do you mean?
I'm worried about him.
You know it's-- it's all that men like Saul and I know,
our careers.
The institutions we serve.
It's a very painful moment when we realize
we no longer make the weather.
Underestimate him at your own peril.
Oh, I don't. Believe me, I don't.
Why else do you think I'm here?
I was hoping for the same reason I am.
I sincerely doubt that.
We did some good work together.
What's wrong with wanting to preserve that?
Nothing.
People died for it, in case you don't remember.
You know, last year, I, uh, had his remains moved in secret
from Kharavan cemetery
to Behesht-e Zahra.
It's the resting place of the martyrs.
I picked a nice, shady spot
in a forest of pine trees.
Later, I can maybe draw you a map
so you can find it easily.
Hmm?
(somber music)
ELIZABETH: I don't like this.
I shouldn't have agreed to it.
True or false, this is the man who organized
Shiite militias against us in Iraq,
flooded that country with roadside bombs,
killing thousands of US troops?
True.
So, tell me, how exactly does a man like that
become a CIA asset?
He was lured to America,
recruited here in a covert action.
Since then, he's been our primary source
of Intel inside the IRGC.
What if he's wrong or being kept in the dark
or even lying for reasons that we're not aware of?
He's not, with all due respect.
How can you be so sure?
Because he's blown.
There's no reason
for him to prevaricate about anything anymore.
Blown?
Outed to his own service as a double agent,
which is why he's asking for political asylum.
His life is in danger, even here in America.
They're here.
(sighs) How do I address her?
Madam President-elect.
This way.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Ma'am, this is Major General Majid Javadi.
Madam President--
That's far enough.
An honor to meet you.
I understand you're here at great personal risk.
Thank you for that.
And you, you're here at great political risk, so thank you.
I also understand you've been working for the CIA.
I have not.
Saul and I sometimes speak when it's mutually beneficial.
Well, I need some straight talk now.
That's why I'm here.
As far as you know, is there a concerted effort
to get me to withdraw my support for the nuclear agreement?
Undoubtedly yes.
By whom?
A faction in Israel
and one in your own national security establishment,
whose concerns, I'm afraid, are valid.
Majid.
Excuse me?
It appears certain payments have been made.
- What are you doing? - Saul, please.
Let me explain.
These payments were earmarked
for a countrywide air defense system,
but instead wound up in Pyongyang.
Majid.
He told me exactly the opposite last night.
Let him finish.
Thank you, Madam.
Saul is right.
I did tell him differently last night,
but only because I knew I wouldn't get
this audience with you if I told him the truth.
Which is?
The deal is broken.
We are pursuing a parallel program in North Korea.
- You know that's not true. - Saul has many qualities,
the most admirable of which is his optimism.
Some might call it a stubborn refusal
to see what's exactly in front of his eyes.
He has the evidence on his phone. I watched it.
This financier he's talking about is a Mossad agent.
The whole thing is a charade.
The only charade was the deal itself.
It never had a chance.
I'm sorry to disappoint, Madam, but if I were you,
I'd watch your back
because my country is not your friend.
We should go.
Ma'am, please.
Don't listen to him.
You brought me here to listen to him.
Big Apple's coming down. Vehicle, stand by.
(engine starts)
What the fuck?!
(tense music)
Madam President-elect.
Madam President-elect, I have to speak to you.
Please stay back, ma'am.
Elizabeth, please, you have to listen to me.
Saul would not have made a mistake like that.
Javadi is lying. It's the only explanation.
No, it's not. I can think of others,
including one where you were wrong
and I was wrong to have ever listened to you.
Goodbye, Carrie.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(engine starts)
(tires squeal)
SAUL: Majid, wait.
Talk to me, for Christ's sake.
What the hell's going on?
You really don't know, do you? My God, Saul.
- You have lost your powers. - Tell me.
- Get your hands off me! - Tell me, God damn it!
- Why, Majid? - Because I didn't want to spend
the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.
- Sorry, old friend. - Sorry?
Dar?
You reached out to Dar Adal?
I bet on a horse.
In the end, I went with the sure thing.
No, I won't let you do this.
Get your hands off me!
Are you all right?
Saul, you all right?
(tires squeal)
No, I'm not all right.
Fucking miles away from all right.
(machine-gun fire on video)
Where on earth did you get this?
Well, this was the YouTube war, remember?
This kid Rudy had a-- a camera on his helmet.
He caught the whole goddamn thing.
MAN: Move, move, move!
(gunfire, indistinct shouting)
We're taking too much fire!
(shouting continues)
This is where it gets good.
We got two down!
Out of the way! Get out of my fucking way!
Meet Andrew Keane,
the only son of the President-elect.
(keyboard clacks)
Out of the way! Get out of my fucking way!
(explosion)
Medic, get over here!
(gunfire continues)
Frank, come on, man!
(indistinct shouting)
(gunshot)
MAN: Keane! Sir!
I don't get it.
He was trying to save their lives.
Okay, this is something the boys put together.
It's rough, but...
FRANK: This is the truth, okay?
This is the truth that no one wants to hear.
Men died, buddies of mine died, for nothing.
If you take a look at the casualties
his battalion suffered,
40 dead, 87 wounded,
'cause Andrew Keane only cared about his career
and how many ribbons he can pin on his chest.
And he didn't give a shit what he had to do to get 'em.
O'KEEFE: But he did three tours.
He must have taken some risks.
RUDY: We'd gone to search a warehouse in Sadr City.
We had intel it was a bomb factory.
We had just gotten out of the vehicles when we got hit.
It's like they were waiting for us.
O'KEEFE: What happened?
RUDY: We were pinned down, taking fire.
RPGs, snipers.
So we returned fire.
O'KEEFE: Captain Keane, what did he do?
- There was a lot of noise-- - But he was there, right?
- You saw him. - Yes, sir.
O'KEEFE: So what was he doing?
He ran past me.
He was shouting.
- He ran past you? - Mm-hmm.
Wait, you mean that he-- he was running away?
Yeah, he was running. That's for sure.
Doesn't sound like a hero to me.
No, sir.
He was the opposie of a hero.
(keyboard clacks)
Then we wrap it all up with something like...
"Cowardice-- it runs in the family."
Like I said, it's rough, but I'm betting
it'll put an end to her Gold Star mom routine.
Is this the only copy of the footage?
Yep.
Good.
Run it again, would you?
(keyboard clacks)
FRANK: This is the truth, okay? This is the...
(engine shuts off)
(lock rattles)
(tire iron, bag thud)
(Quinn grunts)
(dramatic music)
♪♪♪
Astrid. Astrid!
Hey, Astrid!
Astrid!
(sighs)
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!
(wood creaks)
You stayed.
Didn't have much of a choice.
All your neighbors flew south for the winter.
Where's my phone?
Car keys?
Yeah, in the ig-- key thingamajiggy.
What are you doing?
Leaving.
Don't.
Your medication and identity papers are in your room.
Hey, listen, I-- I f-f-fucked up.
- I'm fucked up. - No shit.
Listen, I-I chased the wrong man--
the man with the...
I got the wrong...
That's it? That's your apology?
I'm sorry.
You punched me.
That was bad, I admit.
(scoffs)
Hey. Hey, don't go!
Please.
I need you.
And I can't do this by myself.
Should have thought of that before.
I know, God damn it!
Oh, you're mad, huh?
You're gonna come at me again? Because this time,
it will end differently, I promise you.
No. No, I'm not.
But you go ahead.
I deserve it. Come on.
Give me your best shot.
Oh, Christ's sake, Peter, what do you think you're doing?
- Trying to convince you to give me another chance. - Well, you won't.
- No? - No, not like this, no.
(sighs)
So what now?
You tell me.
Are you going to be able to do this?
Live out here?
Make a life for yourself?
In truth, I don't know.
You going to try?
Yeah.
You're different than you were.
You have to accept that.
You know, I keep hoping I'm not,
but I know I am.
(exhales sharply)
Can't you stay?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Say something nice now, Peter.
This is the time.
You're my friend.
You came to take care of me.
I see that now.
Friend?
Yes.
Friend.
You idiot.
Don't you know anything?
- Down! - (gunshot echoes)
(groans)
(eerie music)
Peter.
(Quinn groans)
(gunshot)
(dramatic music)
Peter. Peter, can you hear me?
It's just a graze. Come on. We have to go.
We have to go now!
(groans)
There's a gun in the car. I'm going for it.
Astrid, no!
I-- The-- I--
- (groans) - It's okay. I'll be back.
Wait!
(screams)
♪♪♪
(gunshot)
Astrid, run!
(gunshot, Quinn thuds)
(gun clicks)
(gunshot)
No!
(groans)
Astrid!
No!
(sobs)
(screams)
(gunshot)
(wood splintering)
♪♪♪
(flashlight clicks)
(owl hoots)
(gasps)
(breathing heavily)
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