All language subtitles for Homeland.S06E01.BDRip.x264-REWARD

Previously on Homeland...

He's in respiratory failure
due to acute hypoxia.

We need him awake.

And I'm telling you
he's in a coma for a reason.

What would you want me to do
if you were you lying there?

I can't speak for Quinn.

Well, if anybody can, you can.

Quinn. Quinn, it's me, Carrie.

I need you to open
your eyes now, okay?

Tell me what the target is.

Tell me where the attack is
going to happen.

I want a partner,

someone who knows
the world for what it is,

but also knows it
must be made better.

Someone to share my life with.

I don't know what to say.

I spoke to the director.

He's prepared to offer you
complete autonomy, Carrie.

Design your own mission,
pick your own team.

Not interested. Sorry.

You just saved
hundreds of lives.

I got lucky.

Then help us.

Help me,
come up with a new paradigm.

God damn it, Carrie.

I need you.

And I told you I'm
not that person anymore.

Just hold on one second.

- Hey, Carrie.
- Hey.

He didn't show?

No.

But he was scheduled, right?

Monday, Wednesdays
and Fridays, yeah.

You have any idea
where I can find him?

I don't.

Gee, you can't make people do things
they don't wanna do.

- I gotta... Yeah.
- Thanks.

Motherfucker.

Quinn.

You weren't in
physical therapy.

Talk to me for a minute.

I know you're frustrated.

Oh, that's what you think.

Okay.

I'll go with that.
I'm frustrated!

Whatever you say.

The hardest time, when you can't
go on one more second,

that's when you
have to keep trying,

because that's when
breakthroughs happen.

Fucking moto shit!

I know you wanna
get out of here,

but you are not ready yet...

Would you just stop...

being like a dog!

Quinn, listen, just stay with it.
You will improve.

I just said stop!

All kinds of
progress will start then.

I'm not getting any better!

Can't you get that
through your fucking skull?

Let me go.

Let me go.

Mr. Quinn.

I'm going.

Clara, see Peter to his room.

I'm okay. He's frustrated.

He's angry. He thinks he isn't
making progress.

What?

Well, he seemed perfectly fine.
Earlier, that is.

What, so, now it's my fault?

I don't know, it's just...

Maybe he would
have more success

without the upset
of your visits.

That's absurd.

Yes, yes, he gets upset,
but at his situation here.

He just expresses it to me.

We think it's more than that.

We?

Wait, who's we?
His doctors feel this way?

His entire
treatment team does.

What, so, you're saying that
I should stop coming?

You're here every day.

I'm saying you
should take a break.

I'm his friend,
he has no one else.

I know.

That's why you should listen to
what he's trying to tell you.

All compressed into the 72 days
between the election

and the January 20th
inauguration...

The most complex,
the most difficult

transfer of power on
the planet today...

The top two floors of
the InterContinental

where she is huddled
with her transition team

poring over briefing books,
taking meetings...

- Gentlemen.
- General.

General.

Well?

On the plus side,
it didn't last long.

We're ready for you now.

Good luck.

You know what General McClendon
just told me?

Put 70,000 troops into Syria

and ISIS is done and
dusted in six weeks.

What does CIA think?

Oh, don't be shy, gentlemen.
Jump right in.

This is a free-fire zone.

Well, the problem
is not so much

destroying ISIS,
Madam President,

as it is...

Madam President-elect.

It's a mouthful, I know.

Madam President-elect,

the bigger problem is holding and
securing the territory afterwards.

So, now it's a ground invasion
and an occupation.

Otherwise, it's just another ISIS
waiting in the wings.

The mission
is creeping, gentlemen.

Unfortunately, the alternatives
don't look much better.

What about getting out?

- Excuse me?
- Leaving.

Telling the American people,
this isn't working,

and bringing our
forces home, all of them.

Why not? If the war isn't winnable,
what are we still doing there?

Containing the enemy,
for one thing.

Preventing them
from turning the region

into a base for
attacking us here at home.

Or maybe it's time
to recognize that

not every problem in the Middle East
deserves a military solution.

So, what have you got there?

The director has asked us to brief
you on a number of covert action

and sensitive
collection operations.

What do you say
we all sit down?

I'm afraid this is for
your eyes only, ma'am.

Mr. Emmons doesn't have
the proper clearance.

Give us the room, Rob.

Please sit.

Operation Signpost.
I like the name.

Signpost is a covert action and
collection operation against Iran.

It's funded at $85 million
and designed to insert exploits

into a wide range
of Iranian computers.

Can I just stop you there?

The purpose of this briefing
is what exactly?

- Ma'am?
- What I mean is,

should I weigh in,
or do I just listen?

Idea is to bring you up to speed
and, in the process,

establish a working
relationship going forward.

So, I'm free to talk?

By all means.

Thank goodness! 'Cause you know
how I love to talk.

Even though I don't actually have
any authority over Signpost

or, for that matter, any covert
action at this time, do I?

Not till after
the inauguration, no.

I didn't think so.

Why don't we just skip ahead
to the good stuff then?

- Good stuff?
- Yeah.

I'd like to hear about our lethal
programs, if you don't mind.

- Not at all.
- I'm most interested

in the drone and
paramilitary operations.

Of course.

Especially the ones that don't require
a sign-off from the President.

Those can be found
beginning on page 17.

Who are you
to bad-mouth your sister?

Okay, now she's not even going
to Friday prayer anymore.

Hey, that's her business.

You're one to talk,
playing your

dirty rap music in
your room all night.

- It's not the same.
- Yeah? How is that?

It's just different.

We'll see what your father
has to say about that, eh?

Is she even coming?

We've got plane tickets,
don't we?

He's gonna want
her to wear a hijab.

She knows.

Oh, shit, I'm late.

I thought it was your day off.

It is.

Morning, loser.

She shouldn't be allowed to go
to school dressed like this.

Where to?

49th and Lex.

East Side Marriott.

All right.

Make sure you get the hotel
in the background.

I got it.

So, all those folks thinking
it all kicked off in 1993

when Ramzi Yousef drove a van
into the parking garage

of the World Trade Center,

lit four 20-foot-long fuses

and blew up the biggest homemade bomb
that the FBI had ever seen.

What's up?

Shit! I'm on low battery.

Dude, just give me yours.

- We're good.
- All right.

So, you think Al Qaeda's first
attack on American soil

was the 1993 truck bombing
of the World Trade Center?

Think again.
Nope, it happened right here,

in the ballroom of this hotel.

Come on, let's check it out.

Yeah, right this way.
Come here.

Check this out.

So, right here,
this is where the founder of

the Jewish Defense League
was executed,

where he got popped.
His name was Meir Kahane.

K-A-H-A-N-E.
You need to Google him.

Because this guy, supposedly,
he was a rabbi, a holy man,

he would go around
and he would call Arabs dogs

and one time he even said,

after 27 Palestinians were murdered
in the West Bank, he said...

The more the merrier.

Yeah, check that fool out.
K-A-H-A-N-E.

Google him.

- Who popped him?
- Oh, man!

Yo. It was this
humble brother from Egypt

by the name of
El Sayyid Nosair,

who actually used to hang out
with the Blind Sheik in Brooklyn.

So, what happened was,
this dude, he disguised himself

as an Orthodox Jew,
and he came in

and he shot Kahane in the throat
with a .357 Magnum,

blowing his ass to the floor,
right there.

- Did they start without me?
- Only just.

Got another rights awareness
workshop this weekend

at the community center.

I need some help.

Morning, everybody.
Sorry I'm late.

Otto?

Hello, Carrie.

What are you doing here?

Flew in this morning.

The new space looks great.

Well, welcome.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Did you meet Professor Hashem?

I did.

He's been
briefing me already on

your Outreach and
Counseling programs.

- Impressive.
- What about fair trial?

I was just getting to that.

Reda represents two prisoners
at Guantánamo

and he and his students are defending
five clients here in New York

on terrorism charges.

I'm assuming fair trial
isn't what they're getting.

If you're male and Muslim,
the conviction rate is pushing 90%.

We know a guy who was arrested

for plotting to bring down the
Brooklyn Bridge with a blow torch.

He's doing 20 years
in a federal prison,

essentially,
for being an idiot.

Okay, okay,
you can stop selling.

I've written
the check already.

Well, don't let me waste
anymore of your time.

Professor Hashem.

Mr. Düring.

Can you spare a few minutes?

Yeah, of course.

So, Sunday we'll
need some volunteers.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong.
Let's have dinner tonight.

I can't.

- Why not?
- You know why.

Now you won't even
eat a meal with me?

Look, it's the same conversation
over and over again.

Carrie,
what are you doing here?

I'm saying no.

Which is what I've been doing
for the past three months.

I mean here,
in Brooklyn with a bunch

of kids and their
associate professor.

Small potatoes.

What?
That's the expression, no?

- Small potatoes.
- Fuck you, Otto.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

It's important work.

Law enforcement
needs to stop harassing

and demonizing
an entire community...

Tens of millions
of war refugees,

more than a billion people
living in extreme poverty,

these are the issues
you should be focusing on.

Well, I'm not.
This is what I'm focusing on.

I've met someone.

What?

Yeah.

Wait, what is this,
some kind of ultimatum?

No, no.
I thought you should know.

You should go.

Listen, Carrie...

I'm not changing my mind.

And I'm telling you
you're making a mistake.

You think you are
better off alone.

You think your sins require it,
but they don't.

You couldn't be more wrong.

- Here.
- I can't accept...

It's for Franny.

Thank you.

I miss her.

She misses you too.

Now go.

- If it's not me, Carrie...
- It's not.

Let it be someone else.

Man, it's impossible, man,
for a regular human,

however fucked up,

to imagine what
a regular-pile-of-rocks house

dig-with-a-stick, booger-eater
in Afghanistan actually wants, man.

Hard to imagine
what he thinks.

Shut the fuck up, Reyes!

Check's here. Meet you out in
the back in 10 minutes.

Move your ass, man.

Hey, beautiful.

Hey!

Don't be so rough. Damn.

- You all right, sweetie?
- Yeah.

Did you get your check okay?

Got it right here.

My man.

- Give him his seat belt.
- He don't need a seat belt.

We're not going far.

Just put my head
right through the...

Jackpot!

Don't even say that, honey.

It's bad luck.

I mean, you heard her.

Bring the troops home,
complete the pivot towards Iran,

demilitarize the CIA.

What I heard was
a newly elected president

auditioning
a bunch of new ideas.

I don't know, Saul. She gave us
very little love today.

She will learn to love us.

I'm not sure where all this
rosy optimism is coming from.

But I don't like it.

Can we order some food in here?
I'm starving.

It's not just that her ideas
are naive and dangerous.

It's that she didn't exactly
campaign on them.

I'm not sure
the American people are

getting what
they bargained for.

What are you talking about?

Her son.

Was it Iraq or Afghanistan,
again? I forget.

Iraq.

A week into his third tour there.
Twenty-eight years old.

Poor woman.

You know she's never spoken
about his death publicly?

Not once.

Not even in the first debate

when she got hammered by Horns
on foreign policy.

So, we got
a theory about all this?

Developing one.

Tell me.

Nah, you'll just
call me a paranoid fuck.

You're a paranoid fuck.

I think she despises us, Saul.

I think she
blames us for her boy.

I think she intends to hold us
all accountable.

Yeah, so, when
do you leave again?

In the next week.

Africa? Goddamn.

Yeah, man.

Well, you got to be excited
about seeing your old pops.

I guess.

What do you mean? It's been like
14 years or something, right?

He was working, like, three jobs
back then, I barely knew him.

I barely even saw him,
and then he was gone.

Like, I'm not saying
I didn't miss having a dad.

Well, do you want one of mine?
'Cause I have three.

Shut up, man.

Yo, we're here.

This is it?

Yeah, right in this
construction area,

this is where Faisal Shahzad
parked the Pathfinder.

I'm getting the chills, bro.

Don't. He was
a shitty bomb maker.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He used the wrong
type of fertilizer.

The whole thing
just fizzled out.

When the Customs agents boarded
the plane the next day,

he just looked up and said,
I was expecting you.

Are you FBI or NYPD?

Oh, just save
that for the video.

All right.

Ready?

By 2010, Faisal Shahzad was mad
as hell and not gonna take it anymore.

Mad about the town of Haditha, where
24 Muslims, including five children,

were shot up by US Marines
while they slept in their bed.

Mad about Abeer Al Janabi,

a 14-year-old
Iraqi girl who was

gang raped by
American soldiers,

who then put
a bullet in her brain

and set her corpse on fire.

There's two sides to every story.
Know that.

You watch Clarice,
don't run off with that now.

Or I'll leave you in
the bathtub like before.

Catch you later.

Some of us work for a living.

You wanna drive, honey?

He's in the shit if you don't
get him back by 2200.

Who's that with you?

- For Christ's sake, Mona.
- The soldier I told you about,

Peter.

Where's Tommy?

In Philadelphia.

For the Muay Thai
fights at the Octagon.

Are you the hostess?

I'm Mona.

Give her $200, honey.

Pretty shitty music, Mona.

Play whatever you like, soldier.
Only don't play it too loud.

'Cause the manager calls,
I gotta put someone out.

Come on.

Baby.

This is my private area.
No one uses this except me.

And sometimes Justine.
Justine.

This is Peter. Peter, Justine.

Hey, Peter.

Justine?

I'm gonna go see Lazy D.

Get us some of
what we need, baby.

Okay.

Got a $100 for me?

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

You like sandalwood?

I might.

You see something?

Definitely.

What?

Oh, another world.

One's plenty for me.

Here you go, honey.

Lazy D gives us use of this
because you're a wounded warrior.

He don't normally
do that for anyone.

Breathe in now.
Don't waste it.

Walk with me, will you?

I spend three-quarters
of my life sitting on my ass.

Hello to you too.

How unlike you to
send up a flare.

I debated it, believe me.

But I need you to promise me
something first.

If I can.

No contact report
on this meeting.

You can share it with Misha Gavron
in person in Tel Aviv.

But nothing gets written down.

Okay, agreed.

It may be worse
than we thought.

- Worse for Israel?
- Yes, for Israel.

Of course, for Israel.

I meant operationally,
for both of us.

I see.

The new president's not a fan
of our joint covert action program.

Perhaps we can educate her.

That's what Saul said.

Saul?

How is Saul?

He's fine.

Poor old Saul.

Sworn off women, I hope.

Haven't we all?

What do you want me to tell Misha?
What's the time factor?

We have very little.

Eight weeks, at the most.

After the inauguration,

I expect our hands
are gonna be tied.

Well, we better
get a move on then.

Latisha?

Franny?

What's going on?
Where's the soldier?

In there with Justine.

Show me.

Hey, hey, Tommy.

He ain't going nowhere.

I got places to be.

Hey, hey.

Let him have his fun.
Besides...

You know you work better
when you're all relaxed.

If he decides to leave?

He don't have the ability.

Yo, I'll start
editing this tonight.

I should have something
to post in a couple of days.

All right.
There's something else.

What?

I need you to sit down with that
brother I was telling you about.

- No.
- Why not?

He just wants a few words with
you about your trip.

Yo, there's
nothing to talk about.

I'm going to see my dad.
End of story.

Come on, man,
I promised him...

You promised him what?

Listen, Saad.

The website is starting to see
more and more traffic.

We are definitely
on the radar.

So, don't be talking to
no strangers.

Hell, don't even cross
the street the wrong way.

You hear me?

- I hear you.
- No, I'm serious.

I hear you. I hear you.

Oh, my God! It's a robbery!

Nobody fucking move!

Hey, hey, you, Dancing Queen!

- Stop dancing!
- Just cooperate, honey.

That way no one gets hurt.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't hurt him!
Whoever you are.

You telling me what to do?
Turn that fucking music off!

You got the PTSD?

Could have.

Okay, give me
your fucking money.

It's in there.

Just...

Get it out and give it to me!

Stop already! Jesus!

Oh, Tommy.

I hate this.

Every night with those goddamn radios.
I can't hear myself think.

Then close the window.

Then it's too hot
with the radiator.

And you can't complain.

You know, like,
yell out them to turn it down.

My girlfriend said something out
the window last week,

and some fool down there...

- Do not fucking move!
- Hey.

- Where is he?
- He's not here!

Bullshit! Where is he?

He's on the trip!
He's not here!

Shut up! Get down!
Both of you, get down!

- Okay.
- Check the back room.

My father is in Africa.
You deported him already.

Not your father, your brother.

My brother?

What's going on, Sekou?

Don't say a word!
Tell them nothing!

Imam Ammar.

- He knows a lawyer.
- Coming out.

We're coming your way.

Copy that.
Subject is apprehended.

Let 'em up.

Mrs. Bah,
I'm Special Agent Conlin.

Your son, Sekou, is
under arrest

for material
support of terrorism.

What?

Terrorism? Simone...

This is ridiculous!

He's not a terrorist!

That's for
the court to decide.

Right now, I need both of you
to answer a few questions.

Not without a lawyer.

Mrs. Bah,

your son has been radicalized
by some very bad people.

You should be
thanking us we got to him

before he carried
out their instructions.

Don't, Ma.

I'm sorry.
You heard my daughter.

It's up to you.

- Hauser, show these women out.
- Out?

We have a search warrant. You're
gonna have to leave the premises.

It's after midnight.
Where are we supposed to go?

- Don't touch me.
- Wait.

- Wait.
- Get off!

His dad overstayed his visa,
according to the Imam.

This was back in
2002 when the INS was

deporting Muslims
by the thousands.

Since Sekou and his sister
are American citizens,

they remained in the country
with their mom.

Hi, we're here to see
Sekou Bah. That's B-A-H.

What, was he seven years old?

Christ, he probably
had no idea what hit him.

I think he knew.

And if no one else told him,
the kids at school did.

Anyway, the family struggled.

Mom moved them into public housing,
got some night work,

but that wasn't enough.

Finally, Sekou had to drop
out of high school

in order to help
pay the bills.

I'm Reda Hashem.
This is Carrie Mathison.

We were contacted by Imam Ammar
to handle your case.

How are you?

I'm ready to go home.

I bet.

No, I'm serious.
I'm late for work.

I can't lose my job.

Here.

Write down the name
and number of your boss

and I'll reach out to him
as soon as we're done here.

You guys are gonna
get me out of here, right?

We'll know more
after the arraignment.

And when is that?

Couple of days.
Early next week.

Next week?

We'll get a copy of the criminal
complaint later today.

And that will give us a better idea
of what to expect.

But I didn't do anything.

This is bullshit!

We took a look at
your website, Sekou,

and you've been
openly critical of America

and supportive of
its sworn enemy.

I know what
protected speech is.

I can say what I want.

I'm not a violent person.

They'll try to make the case

that what you're doing
is inciting others to violence.

But that's not true.

The Imam says you're a regular
at the mosque.

Tell me when's
the last time you heard

a khatib speak to
the congregation

about Abu Ghraib, or Guantánamo,
or drones, or torture?

Now you know why.

Deliberately promoting extremist
ideology on the internet.

He put up videos and
documents indicating

a growing hatred of
the United States.

And just last week,
he translated an ISIS tract called

39 Ways To Serve and
Participate in Jihad.

Now, I get asked all the time,

how do we deal
with homegrown,

violent,
do-it-yourself jihadists?

Like this,
ladies and gentlemen,

by confronting
the threat head-on,

by targeting
the most radical individuals

and using the full
extent of the law

to preempt their
acts of terror.

- Miss Ortiz.
- Thank you, Agent Conlin.

I'm gonna talk
a little bit about time...

Don't tell me you and Hashem
are defending this asshole.

I'm not sure he needs
a defense.

I'm not sure what he's
done is even illegal.

You would be mistaken.

Since when is engaging in religious
and political debate online

a punishable offense?

When its intent is to motivate people
to attack the United States.

Intent? Wow.

That's a tough one to prove.

What if he's just
honestly opposed to

US foreign policy
in Muslim countries,

like I am more and more?

Do you keep photos of dead American
soldiers on your laptop?

Or provide links to
sites where

we can watch
the latest suicide bomber?

Well, we just met with him,

and what I saw was
an angry kid, at worst.

Oh, he's way past anger,
believe me.

We found plane tickets to Nigeria
in his possession.

Nigeria?

Yep. Playground of Boko Haram,

who, by the way, just pledged
allegiance to the Islamic State.

Now you're reaching.

Am I? Really?

There was also five grand in cash
under his mattress.

Now, where does a kid like him
get money like that.

I don't know about you,
but I'm not taking any chances.

Not here.

Not in New York.

When he didn't appear for group
at 10:00, a search was conducted,

and you were called as soon as
he was confirmed missing.

You noticed he was missing, okay,
but when exactly did he leave?

He might have left
this morning.

Could he have left last night?

Possibly.

Quinn's gone since you-don't-know-when
and to God-knows-where,

and you want me
to limit my visits?

This isn't a prison, Miss Mathison,
it's a hospital.

And isn't keeping track of your patients
part of taking care of them?

Okay.

Clarence said, he left Peter in his
room after your visit yesterday.

As you recall,
he was angry and upset.

He could've snuck out
any time after that.

And where would
I find Clarence?

In the physical therapy room,
finishing his shift.

Quinn?

Quinn?

Quinn?

Jesus Christ! Get up.

- Go away.
- Come on, on your feet.

I'm taking you back to the VA.

I'm not going back there.

No?

I'm fine on my own.

Really?

What are you planning to do?
Where are you planning to go?

I don't know.

You can't live on the street.

I'll figure something out.

You're forgetting something.

Your pants, shoes.

Well, they gotta be
around here somewhere.

Look, I get it.

Nobody hates
hospitals more than me.

You gotta help me out here, Quinn.
I don't know what else to do.

I can't take care
of you by myself,

and you won't let me put you
into a private program,

so this is what you've got.

For now.

I'm sorry,
I wish it was different.

Listen, would it be better
if I stopped coming by for a while?

- Your treatment team thinks...
- Whatever.

I'm gonna say
goodbye here, okay?

- Okay?
- Yeah, I heard you, bye.

Hey, Quinn?
Quinn, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

- I'm leaving.
- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am. I'm leaving.
- You're not, no...

- You can't leave.
- Take your hand off me.

- I'm leaving.
- You can't leave.

No, stop.
Get your hands off me.

You are not leaving!

Take your hands off of me!

You have no right! I...

This is Peter Quinn,
he's a patient here.

This is DeMarco
with lobby security,

we have an agitated,
non-compliant patient,

name of...
What's his name, again?

- Peter Quinn.
- Peter Quinn.

Any medical
orders current on him?

Hold on, we'll check on that.

Ward seven...

Closed ward on seven
for readmission evaluation.

No, wait, stop it!

Frankly, I'm just as
concerned about her

domestic
counter-terrorism agenda.

She didn't discuss
any of that with us.

Well...

We sat on the Homeland Security
Committee together,

so I pretty much know her
feelings on the subject.

Which are?

Basically, that we're throwing away
100 billion dollars a year.

That the threat is
grossly exaggerated.

That Ed Snowden's a hero.

I don't know about that.

Keeping the country safe
is big business right now.

- It's getting bigger.
- Now, don't you start, Saul,

there's a reason that
we haven't had another 9/11,

it's called vigilance.

Hey, I'm all for vigilance.

But you know as well as I do,

there are no coordinated ISIS
or Al Qaeda networks

here in the United States,
like there are in Europe.

Yup, because we've been kicking
ass and taking names.

All I'm saying is,
she's not entirely wrong.

Where she is wrong,

she's persuadable.

Well, I guess we'll
find out soon enough.

First step, tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna hit the sack.

It's good to
see you again, Saul.

You too, Senator.

Thanks for the heads up.

The door to the garden's
through here.

The stove is on the fritz.

You can use the microwave
in the meantime.

Bed's made.

I rent it out, Airbnb.

How much? I could pay.

Quinn, that's not...

I said I can pay!

Okay.

I live here with Franny.

It's our home, right upstairs.

So don't bring troubled people
here, or do drugs,

or behave like
you did last night.

Understood.

The bathroom's there...

Just have to jiggle the handle
on the toilet, or it runs.

What is that wallpaper?

There isn't any wallpaper.

Why is it moving?

I'll call to get your
medication schedule,

get your
prescriptions refilled.

We're also gonna have to figure
out your therapy needs.

There's an outpatient program.

Anyway...

Tomorrow, we'll...

We'll make it work.

And, Quinn?

Take a shower.

- No Saul?
- No Saul.

It's probably for the best.