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Previously on Homeland...

This video of my son
is not political speech,

it is not someone's
protected opinion.

But you are calling the men
in the video liars?

Yes, I am.

And I'm calling on the media to do
their jobs and check their facts.

I was elected by the people of this
country to be their next president.

I will represent them.

You think you know
better than me.

When it comes to the defense
of this country, I'm certain I do.

Don't go to war with your own
national security establishment.

It's a war you won't win.

That kid is a gift.

You have one, right?

I fucked it up.

Hello?

Tell Dar Adal he wins.
Now I want to see my daughter.

Hi, sweetheart.

This is what I do.

Don't even say that.

- It's all I can do.
- No.

Because there's nothing here.
There never was.

Shut the fuck up!

I found this.

Toxic soldier?
That's Quinn?

Supposedly.

Deep State,
the usual stuff,

except that's not
his main preoccupation.

What is?

Elizabeth Keane.

There was an incident
with the president-elect.

Some demonstrators got out of hand,
but she's okay.

We got reinforcements
on the way.

What do you mean,
reinforcements?

Carrie, I gotta
call you back.

Wait. What reinforcements?

Quinn, you're okay.

Thank God you're okay!

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.

NYPD!

The brutality
against protesters,

the para-militarization
of law enforcement...

That's when
you have to keep trying.

We don't need a police state
in this country to fight terrorism,

we need a new strategy.

The revolution
will not be televised.

The system
of indefinite detention...

FBI and the CIA targeting
Muslim communities...

Security, we got an agitated,
non-compliant patient.

- Get away from me!
- What's his name again?

- Peter Quinn.
- Peter Quinn.

No wait, stop!

You will not be able
to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in,
turn on and cop out.

It's a very alarming charge.

The Russians
hacked our committees.

The continuation
of endless war...

Can't you get that
through your fucking skull?

The revolution will put you in
the driver's seat.

The US continues
to engage in a covert war

with very, very high stakes.

I made promises
and didn't keep them.

This world
began right after 9/11.

The revolution will not be televised,
not be televised.

There will be no rerun,
brothers and sisters.

The revolution will be live.

Which agency?

I can't say that here
in an open hearing, sir.

You saved me.

Yes.

Why?

I was just starting
to worry about you.

The traffic was impossible.

I finally had to get out
of the cab and walk.

- My apologies.
- Not at all.

Your guest
is waiting for you.

- Thank you, Christopher.
- This way.

Through here,
just down the stairs.

I remember.

Hello, Elian.

This isn't even
remotely funny, Dar.

It's not meant to be.

A little ironic maybe.

Ironic?

Considering how many times
you've had me up to the Hill

to testify about enhanced
interrogation techniques.

What are you
talking about?

Have you lost your fucking mind?
I'm a United States senator.

And I'll tell you now,
as I told you then,

establishing trust,
getting to know your prisoner

is ten times more effective
than torture.

But since we know each other already,
what choice do I have?

Hey. What are you doing?
Where are you going? Come back here.

Actually, don't consider this
an interrogation at all.

It's a reprimand.

For what?

Keeping me in the dark.

You, McClendon, the whole
damn clown car of you.

Dar, no, don't!

You fuck!
You fucking fuck!

The van, the evidence,
everything gone in the explosion.

How many dead?

They're still searching
the blast site for bodies now.

And George Pallis?

He was in the garage
when the bomb went off.

Jesus.

Has the President-Elect
been briefed?

Not yet. There was an incident
with her motorcade.

Yeah, you said.

McClendon's meeting with the
Secret Service as we speak.

McClendon?

General McClendon. They're reviewing
extra protection procedures.

I don't understand.
What does he have to do with this?

A team of Deltas are providing
an additional layer of security.

Wait a minute. Are those the
reinforcements you were talking about?

Yeah. Why?

Listen, I'm gonna call you back
when I know more.

Do that.

That JSOC commander,

the one that staged operations
out of his house,

what was his name again?

McClendon.
Jamie McClendon.

- We have to go. We have to go right now.
- Why?

I think I know where that
special ops team is headed.

Where?

I'll tell you in the car.
Come on.

Thank you.

The situation is fluid. Reports
are still coming in from the field.

Any idea
what the Solicitor General

was doing on the ground
at the time of the explosion?

Apparently, an investigation
of some kind was underway.

- When the bomb detonated?
- Correct.

The residence was booby-trapped.
That much is clear.

Worst case,
it's an ISIS safe house.

For Christ's sake,
keep your voice down.

It might even be where they made
the truck bomb

that went off
earlier this month.

General McClendon,
it is my sworn duty

to protect
the president-elect.

If you know something
you're not telling me...

- I don't.
- 'Cause my information tells me

Elizabeth Keane
wasn't the target of that attack.

Mine too, but what just went down
in Queens changes things.

How so?

We have to consider
the possibility

there's another bomb
out there.

What do you suggest we do,
move her out of Manhattan?

'Cause she'd never go
for that, not again.

- No?
- No.

Plus, I don't want to face that mob
out there twice in one day.

Then I suggest we start
by clearing the street

and doing another sweep
of the hotel.

Agreed.

Not my president!
Not my president!

Not my president!
Not my president!

God, I feel
like a cigarette.

They were right, you know,
Rob and Reiko,

about debating O'Keefe.

We were wrong.

You don't know that.
It's too soon to tell.

I'm not sure that crowd down there
would agree with you.

What you did took balls.

People like
a president with balls.

Well, I guess it's better
than being called a bitch.

You've sat down with a few
presidents, I imagine.

Three or four.

Any of them face anything
like I'm facing right now?

Not like this.

Not before
they were sworn in.

Am I that scary? Me, Elizabeth Keane,
gold star mom?

You are.

You're a bad dream.

A president
of the United States

who can't be
controlled from within.

What if I told you...

I'm not ready for this,
any of it?

I'd say good.

You'd be crazy
to feel ready.

What if the American people
made a mistake?

I didn't.

Does it matter
if I'm not so sure?

Thank you, Christopher.

The pasta was excellent.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.

So...

Shall we end
all this unpleasantness?

Anything.
Just get me out of here.

Tell me what you know
about Peter Quinn.

- Peter who?
- Quinn.

Toxic Soldier.

For God's sake,
Dar, please.

I swear I don't know
what you're talking about,

I have no idea. I swear.

Easy now, Senator,
don't squeeze your juice.

Let's take this
one step at a time.

Not my president!

Holy shit!

Emmons mentioned a protest,
but nothing like this.

Doesn't look like
they're letting anybody through.

I'll be okay. I know
her secret service guys.

Hey, text me
when you're inside.

I will.

How about you?
Where are you gonna be?

I'm gonna go around back,
look for that team of deltas.

- Be careful, Quinn.
- You too, Carrie.

Something coming, huh?

What?

With all the firepower.

Get behind the barricade.

Get him out of there,
warm him up.

- McClendon.
- It's me.

Sir. I'll take this.

What's on your mind?

Well, I've just had a very interesting
conversation with Elian Coto.

What about?

Former member of our operations
group, Peter Quinn.

Perhaps you remember him.

Sure. Pretty boy.

Hell of a warrior though.
Rough, what happened to him in Berlin.

Apparently, he's developed a real
hard-on for the President-Elect.

Has he?

Don't give me
that horse shit.

You know damn well that's the story
you're pushing out there.

Is the senator there with you?
Put him on, I'd like to speak to him.

Too late, the orchestra's
already played.

We're winning, God damn it.
Keane's on the ropes.

What the fuck
do you think you're doing?

I'm not doing
one thing, Dar.

Excuse me.
What did you say?

You heard me,
I'm not doing a thing.

Oh, is that right?
It fucking better be.

I'm not denying
it was discussed.

Just asking you
to consider your source.

You think I'd give that oily fuck
the time of day?

This isn't the time
for wild speculation.

You're making
some very serious charges.

I'm not speculating.

The house that just blew up in Queens,
it's the same safehouse

McClendon's black ops teams have
been staging out of for years.

- How do you know that?
- Because my friend Peter Quinn

staged out of there himself,
many times.

I was just with the general
and he didn't say a word about it.

Of course not!
We're not supposed to know.

But I was
in that garage, Rob.

I saw Sekou Bah's van
with my own eyes.

I also saw a squad
leave there this morning.

And now, suddenly, there's a brand new
team under McClendon's command

charged with protecting
the President-Elect?

Look, I know how this sounds,
believe me.

I hate
even saying the words.

What about you, Saul?
You've been awfully quiet. Is she right?

Sir, can I have a word?

We got multiple sources of credible
bomb threat in the building,

in an interior wall
right below this suite.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

Multiple intelligence
sources are reporting

a credible threat
against this hotel.

- What kind of a threat?
- Bomb.

We're evacuating now
as a precaution.

- It's happening.
- Let's go.

Traffic control,
we need a route

locked down
from northern exits.

All units confirm please.

Unit one in position.

Unit two in position.

Unit three, standing by.

Unit four,
give me two minutes.

Right behind them.

Get behind them when you're
entering the garage.

Do you have eyes up
on the ground? Over.

All right, folks,
on your toes.

She's about
to hit the garage.

What about
the rest of my staff?

They're coming down
the east stairwell, ma'am.

Gonna evacuate
through the back entrance.

I can't leave
without them.

Ma'am, my orders are to put you
in this vehicle. Now, get in.

Okay, you and you
are number one.

Mr. Emmons, you're number two
with the decoy.

Quinn?

Shit. I can't hear you.

Quinn? Quinn, are you seeing this?
They're evacuating the hotel.

Quinn?

This isn't Quinn, Carrie.

Dar?

What do you mean they're evacuating
the hotel? What's going on?

Fuck you, Dar!

Listen to me,
and listen very carefully.

The President-Elect's
life is in danger.

Yeah, no shit. We're in the middle
of a bomb threat here.

Carrie,
under no circumstances

allow her motorcade
to leave the hotel.

- Do you hear me?
- Why not?

Because that hotel
has been vetted for months.

Swept thoroughly and repeatedly.
The bomb scare's a ruse

to get her out
on the street.

Maybe you just want us
to shelter in place

so you can bring the whole building
down on our heads.

That's preposterous,
and you know it.

You messed with me,
you messed with my daughter.

You go to fucking hell!

Carrie, listen,

Peter Quinn.

Carrie. Come on,
we're on the move.

You go ahead,
I'm gonna ride with Keane.

You sure?

What about Quinn?

Is he there too,
with you now?

I bet he is.

Think about it. Troubled vet,
fugitive from the law.

Who better
to take the fall

for killing the next president
of the United States?

No, no, no! Wait! Stop!

Carrie, what are you doing?
Get in the car.

No, no, no, wait.

- Carrie, put that down.
- I think we're...

Go to black.
We're black.

Where is she?
Where's Keane?

She's fine.
She's in the vehicle.

Come on.
We have to get to cover.

Get up there, find out what the hell
is happening. Quickly, ma'am, this way.

Close a six-block perimeter,
look for secondary.

Copy that, sir.

P2, O'Massey,
what's your position?

Just east of Park on 49th.

Did you have eyes
on the event?

Yes, sir.

Was the PE
in the second vehicle?

I believe so.

You believe so?

I saw Mr. Emmons
in the passenger seat.

Protocol puts the PE
with the Chief of Staff.

What's happened
to the third vehicle?

I don't know.
There wasn't one.

- Make sure.
- Copy that.

This is P2. We've got
a third vehicle down here.

Any sign
of the President-Elect?

Negative. But it looks like
somebody left in a hurry.

Fuck. Find and secure her.
Do you copy?

Copy that.

Clear.

Sir, I thought you might
want to see this.

- When was this taken?
- Thirty seconds ago.

Ambulance is inbound.

Lexington Avenue team
should have a visual shortly.

We're at black, Apple is down.
Repeat, Apple is down.

Negative. Apple's with me.
All units report...

No! Now they know
she's alive.

All right, get to the back
of the house.

I'll stay here and see
what comes through that door.

- Go! They could be here any minute.
- Agent Thoms... Okay.

Where's the President-Elect?

Who are you?

Alpha team.
Where's the President-Elect?

Lower your weapons
and put them on the floor.

Now!

Okay. Okay.

- Fuck.
- Carrie.

Come on, come on.

What the hell
are you doing?

Just hold on.

- Damn it.
- What?

Communications are down.
They're jamming all signals.

Who is?

The same people that detonated that
bomb and just executed Agent Thoms.

Listen to me, Elizabeth,

we're in a kill zone now.
Do you understand?

They missed you once,
now they have to finish the job.

Which means
either we stay here

and pray
they don't find us or...

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

I can't sit here
doing nothing.

I'm so glad you said that.

- Carrie.
- Quinn.

- Thank God.
- Hurry, this way.

There's a small army
on the streets. Snipers up,

and we don't know
who's friendly.

Get on top of her.

Quinn.

Do what I say.

Base, vehicle's coming
your way.

All units,
target heading up the ramp.

You're cleared hot
to engage.

Say again, sir, engage?

He tried to kill the President-Elect.
Take him out.

What's happening?

Stay down.

Get back, get back!

- Oh, God.
- Okay, you can get up now.

Are you all right?

Oh, my God.

I think so.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Peter Quinn.

Peter Quinn.

Stand back, please.
Stand back.

Stand back from the vehicle.

Okay, Brett, you're on in

three, two, one.

Today, I don't even
feel worthy of being here.

Today my soul is in crisis.

I have failed you
and I have failed myself.

Thirty-four days
since she became president.

Thirty-four days since the first
inauguration in the history

of our country to ever have been
held behind closed doors.

Did she swear to protect
and defend the constitution?

Did she even
put her hand on a Bible?

Hell if I know.
Hell if anybody knows.

What we do know is that

everything she said
she would do was a lie.

Repeal the Patriot Act?
Well, she's expanded it.

Restore the rule of law.
What rule of law?

Right now, there are 16

government officials,

including
a United States senator

sitting in a military jail,

without so much
as an explanation.

Okay, she survived
an assassination attempt.

I get that.
So did Ronald Reagan.

Did he call out army
cavalry units to protect him?

Did he refuse to comply,

openly refuse to comply
with court orders?

To those who say we are headed for
a constitutional crisis,

I say this, we are not headed
for a constitutional crisis.

What we are headed for
is civil war.

Look, I'm not
a legal scholar.

I'm here as a liaison
to the intelligence community

in this very
difficult period.

But they've subpoenaed
the personnel files

of everybody
in my department.

Yes. The investigation
has broad powers

under the amended provisions
of the Patriot Act.

That's a far cry from compiling
an enemies list, Rachel.

Is it?

Step into the President's shoes
for a minute.

Doesn't she have
a right to know

how deep and wide
this conspiracy went?

Don't the American people?

Listen, Carrie,
we all appreciate

your inviting us here
and taking our questions.

I just wish it were
the President herself.

Now she's refusing to do
more than one briefing a week.

Fair point.

She's gonna have to start
trusting some of us again,

for the good
of the country.

I'll bring it up with her.

Yeah, it's...
It's a process.

Still don't know
what to tell my staff.

Half of them are expecting to be fired
or arrested any minute.

Tell them
they won't be.

Tell them to stop listening
to Brett O'Keefe.

Look, most of you know me.

We've all worked together.

I won't lie to you.
There are reforms coming down the pike.

But no purges
or loyalty oaths

or one-way tickets
to the Gulag.

You have my personal
assurance on that.

And the assurance
of the president of the United States.

Hey, slow down.
What's the rush?

I'm late
for the President.

She can wait
a few minutes.

Come on, Carrie.
Make some time for an old friend.

Happy to. How about we meet up
after work at the Hay-Adams?

How about we do it now?
That way you won't cancel on me again.

- I swear I'm not avoiding you, Saul.
- Okay.

But we haven't spoken since
Peter Quinn's memorial.

That hardly qualified
as a conversation.

I wasn't doing
too much talking that day.

I noticed.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, you knew him
better than anybody.

Guess I was expecting you to get up,
say a few words.

Well, maybe I didn't know him
as well as you think.

I wasn't
judging you, Carrie.

Sure sounded like it.

The worst happened,

Quinn died.

You're still out there
going a million miles an hour.

You will hit a wall.

I'm fine.

Damn it.

I'm worried about you.

Well, maybe
I don't like the idea

of you
worrying about me anymore.

You can go right in.

- Carrie.
- Madam President.

David and I were just
speaking about you.

In glowing terms.

How'd it go?

Okay. I think
I calmed the herd.

Good. Maybe now they'll stop
leaking to the fucking press.

Not many people in that room voted
for us, I'll give you that.

But nobody in there
was responsible for those leaks.

How can you be sure?

Because I've
known them forever.

Because as corny
as it sounds,

what they care about most
is their country.

And because they hate the press
more than you do.

See?
What was I just saying?

She never tells you
what you want to hear.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

Trust me,
it's a good thing.

Give us a minute,
will you?

Carrie.

Please.

I will come
right to the point.

How would you feel about making
our arrangement permanent?

How would I feel?

An official title,
senior advisor to the president,

and an office
in the West Wing.

It would be the greatest honor
of my career.

I know you had your concerns about
even coming on temporarily.

I did, yeah.

Can we agree
to put those aside?

As a matter of fact,
I'm on a train tonight

to meet with Franny's case worker
in the morning.

Home visit,
they call it.

Well,
that sounds encouraging.

I'd have to consult
with her first

before moving
to Washington full time.

Of course.

Before you go, take a look at
something for me, will you?

Sure.

It's a Pentagon plan to permanently
base a 5,000 strong combat brigade

and two raptor squadrons
in the Baltic States.

Unfortunately,
it can't leave this room.

You're gonna have
to read it here.

I think I can manage that.

Thank you.

Well...

You look like shit.

Apparently there's some debate
as to whether I'm allowed a razor.

Or visitors.

I've been trying to
get in here for weeks.

You haven't missed much.

How are you?

Every day, the same bloody questions
over and over.

As if
I'm withholding names.

As if there were
hundreds of us. Really.

What can you do
with asses like that?

I wish you'd given me
a chance to talk you out of it.

Why didn't you?

I knew your arguments
already, Saul.

I didn't need
to hear them again.

Believe me,

it was never my intention
for things to turn so dark.

Ultimately, I lost control
of what I set in motion.

You remember what Graham Greene
said, don't you?

- About what?
- The secret services.

That they're
the only real measure

of a nation's
political health...

The one true expression
of its subconscious.

God help us all.

What I did
was unforgivable, Saul.

But I'm not sure
it was wrong.

There's something off
about her,

the President, I mean.

I know,
I've said it before.

There's something dogmatic
and dangerous,

something distinctly
un-American.

Anyway,

another lesson learned
in a long life of lessons.

Tell me, is there anything
I can do for you?

Actually, yes.

There's a young
teaching fellow in GW.

In the classics department,

if you can believe
such a thing still exists.

I know he'd appreciate
some news of me.

Of course.

Here.

Give me his name
and number.

Accentuate the positive
if you would, Saul.

I'll try to
think of something.

Hello, Carrie.

Max.

We have to talk.

You're drunk.
Shit. Come in.

What they're doing,
it's a fucking disgrace.

They're making him out to be
some kind of stupid action hero.

Not now, okay?

We'll talk
about this later.

- No, not later.
- I can't.

Go downstairs.

And don't make a sound.

Do you hear me? I mean it.
Not a sound. It's important.

Yes. Shh. Now go.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Come in.
- Oh, thanks.

Can I get you something?
Coffee, tea?

No, thank you.
I'm fine.

So, where do you
want to start?

How about Franny's room?

Upstairs.

That's quite a collection.

Her favorite's with her,
at the other place, Hop.

- Hop?
- Her rabbit.

Oh, right.
Cute.

- And where's your room?
- Right next door, just through here.

There's a place
for you to sign here,

acknowledging that you
completed the home report.

- Did I pass?
- With flying colors.

And how soon can we ask
for another court date?

- Right away.
- Really?

Great.

Well, I guess that's it.

Here, I'll show you out.

Thanks.

- There is one more thing.
- What's that?

I've been offered
a job back in Washington.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

It's just I wanna make sure
leaving New York

doesn't affect my chances
of getting her back.

Well, I don't see
why it would.

We don't punish parents
for being employed.

What kind of job is it?

Oh, don't worry,
I'm not going back

to the agency
or anything like that.

I'm not saying you shouldn't.
I'm just curious.

It's administrative.

Mostly meetings
and phone calls.

I'll have
plenty of time for Franny.

I'm sure you will.
I'll let the judge know.

Awesome.

I'll be in touch.

Max?

Max?

Oh, Carrie.

- Carrie.
- Saul?

I swear I was just
about to call you.

Carrie, shut up and look.

You getting this?

- Mr. Berenson?
- What's going on?

Step out
of the vehicle, please.

Crocker and Cross
were detained this morning.

They're making arrests
all over Washington.

Sir, step out
of the vehicle.

You gotta talk to her, Carrie.
Stop this insanity.

Mr. Berenson,
you are under arrest.

Open the door
and step out!

Saul.

Open the fucking door!

From dozens of arrests
made in connection

with the assassination attempt
on the president earlier this month.

What the fuck?

According
to David Wellington,

the president's
Chief of Staff,

those arrested
included officials

from all branches
of government,

including the Department
of Defense, State

and the Central
Intelligence Agency.

Today,
the President is sending

a clear message
to the American people.

That our democracy
is strong and resilient,

and that we will do
whatever it takes to defend it.

Nobody in this country
is above the law.

Nobody.

Office of the President.

It's Carrie Mathison.

Hello, Ms. Mathison.

I need to speak
to the President.

She's in a meeting,
not to be disturbed.

Then connect me
to David Wellington.

Same meeting.

Have him call me back
as soon as he gets out.

I will.

Okay, okay.
Don't be upset.

Don't be upset? I've been trying
to reach you all afternoon.

- What the hell is going on?
- Come on, Carrie.

This can't come
as a total surprise.

- What are you talking about?
- You must've known that...

Saul Berenson was dragged out
of his car this morning.

First of all, that's an exaggeration.
He was detained.

I saw it happen, David.
We were FaceTiming.

And no, I wasn't aware we were
about to go full on Joe Stalin.

Listen.
Everybody detained today

was connected
to the conspiracy.

Detained? Why do you
keep saying detained?

They were arrested.

And without legal authority,
as far as I can tell.

Point of fact,
we have two memoranda

from the Justice Department
right here.

And how is
Saul Berenson connected?

He almost died
in the bombing.

There's evidence
of his complicity.

Where? What evidence?

The NSA's made its meta databases
available to us.

The NSA?

He had multiple contacts with each
of the core conspirators.

Yeah, of course he did.
In the context of his job.

We'll see.
We're in the process

of evaluating
those conversations now.

David, you sent me
out there

to personally assure people
this would never happen.

You used me.

Yes, we did.
And for good reason.

Yeah, to provide cover
for a political house cleaning.

This has nothing
to do with a conspiracy.

This is payback,
pure and simple.

- You're wrong.
- I don't think so.

And I don't think
the President will either.

Slow down, ma'am.
Where are you going?

To see the President.

Ronald, I need
to see the President.

- She's not available.
- It's urgent.

Ma'am, we've been ordered
to escort you out of the building.

Ordered? By who?

Mr. Wellington.

Does the President know?

Madam President!

Madam President, I need to talk
to you. It's important.

Can you hear me?

Innocent people are being
arrested in your name!

You have to stop it, please!

Do not let them do this.
You cannot let them do this.

Madam President, please.

You have to put
a stop to this.

Please. Madam President!

Hey! I'm fine.