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Air and naval forces
of the United States...

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities.

Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

He has sanctioned acts of terror
in Africa, Europe and the Middle East.

This will not stand,
this aggression against Kuwait.

His relentless pursuit of terror.

- We will make no distinction...
- The U.S.S. Cole was attacked while refueling...

This was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable and cowardly act.

The next number we're gonna play for you
is one of the good ol' favorites.

Until something stops him.

I'm just making sure
we don't get hit again.

We got a plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

Thousands of people running...

We must, and we will...

remain vigilant at home and abroad.

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck!
I missed something once before.

I won't...
I can't let that happen again.

It was 10 years ago.
Everyone missed something that day.

Yeah, everyone is not me.

Once you've got to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

You're telling me the fucking C.I.A.
thinks I'm working for Al-Qaeda?

I think you're working for Al-Qaeda.

We were wrong about Brody.

Wait. I was wrong.

This weekend, this time
that we spent together, it was real.

Hey, Carrie. Fuck you.

I pray every day...

that you never lose sight of what you
committed to do in Issa's name.

This is Issa, my son.
I want him to learn English.

The house must be strong
to keep them safe.

It's truly excellent.

A drone missile hit and destroyed...

part of a compound
in the mountains of northern Iraq.

The images being broadcast
of the bodies of 83 dead children...

allegedly killed in the strike,
we believe to be false...

created by the terrorists
for propaganda purposes.

The Vice President, the man most instrumental
in the drone attack that killed young Issa...

is going to ask you
to run for political office.

Say yes.
That will be a signal to Nazir...

that you are
still committed to do this.

Aileen just I.D.'d Tom Walker.
He's the terrorist.

Tom was dead.
That's what they told me.

What we need to do is find him
before anything happens.

Walker? He meets
with a man to do business.

He drives a car
with the diplomatic plates.

That's it on the left,
home of our Saudi diplomat.

What if Mr. Zahrani doesn't give us
anything anytime soon?

We figure out an elegant way
to lift and interrogate him.

What do we know?
Very little, that's what.

But in our line of work,
sometimes very little is just enough.

Take Mansour Al-Zahrani.

Mild-mannered second secretary
of the Saudi embassy...

seen here goin' to work
three days ago.

We surveilled him 24-7.

We listened to every phone call
he's made in the last week.

We pawed through his professional life,
his financial life, his personal life.

In short, we turned him upside down. We shook
real hard. Two items of interest fell out.

Item one...

Al-Zahrani is in debt
to the tune of about $750,000...

all due to investments
even I'd know better than to make.

Item two...

Al-Zahrani is gay.

He's got three wives, 10 children.

He's a devout and conscientious Muslim.

Yet every Thursday, when everyone thinks
he's out jogging in Rock Creek Park...

he's, in fact, visiting
this bathhouse off Dupont Circle.

We managed to get inside
during his most recent visit.

As you can see, he's a naughty boy.

I believe that item one and item two
will get us what we want...

which is for this son of a bitch
to tell us where Tom Walker is...

and what he and Abu Nazir
are plotting.

Most of Al-Zahrani's debt is carried by a
private equity bank called Market Security.

As I said, we don't have much,
but we definitely have somethin'.

- William Pritchard.
- That's me.

I'm Carrie Mathison.

You're really a spy?

An intelligence officer actually.

This is cool.
Can I tell my wife about this?

No.

Even cooler.

As I mentioned on the phone, we're interested
in one of your clients, Mansour Al-Zahrani.

Yeah, I pulled his file.
Makes dismal reading.

How'd you like to cause him some pain?

I'd rather have the money he owes us but,
short of that, pain might be satisfying.

- What can I do?
- We'd like to borrow your bank.

You sure I can't tell my wife?

- Sergeant Brody?
- Yes.

We need to check your house, sir.

- What the fuck?
- We're Secret Service, sir.

Sergeant Brody, sorry for the intrusion.

Everyone's a little on edge
because of your sniper buddy, I'm afraid.

I have to ask.
Is Walker as good a shot as they say he is?

- Yes, he is.
- Too bad for us.

Clear the room.

I'm very impressed with the way you've
handled coming back to the real world.

Thank you, sir.

Representative Richard Johnson,
mean anything to you?

I watch the news.

How would you feel about running for his
seat in the upcoming special election?

I would consider it an honor to work with a
man who's actually fought the War on Terror...

who's lived among the enemy
and understands 'em.

What do you think? You interested?

Yeah. I'm interested.

Good news, good news.

I need to talk to my wife first.

- Is that a problem?
- To be honest, it could be.

Well, we need her on board.
She's half the story.

War hero returns home after eight years'
imprisonment to his beautiful, loving wife.

I'm sure you'll be able to convince her.

On the move.

Al-Zahrani's got diplomatic immunity.

That may not mean much to you people...

but to us mere mortals in the State
Department, that's a serious issue.

We're not draggin' him to Tunisia.

We're not waterboarding.
We'll be very polite and gentle.

I just want to ask him
some questions during his lunch hour.

C.I.A.'s not even supposed
to be operating on American soil.

It's against your own charter.
This is the F.B.I.'s job.

Al-Zahrani's running a terrorist cell
out of the Saudi embassy.

He and Tom Walker are planning an attack
on the United States.

Fuck the charter.

- He doesn't mean that.
- Yes, I do.

You don't know if this thing will work.
You grab the guy...

- Entice.
- You entice the guy into the bank, and then what?

- You've got a couple of hours maybe.
- We figure two at the outside.

You have two measly hours before the Saudi
embassy starts missing him. What if he doesn't turn?

Being gay in Saudi Arabia
is like being the Antichrist here.

I am aware of our cultural
differences with Saudi Arabia.

If Al-Zahrani doesn't turn
and we blow the whistle on him...

he can look forward to
losin' everything.

- I mean everything.
- I see no compelling reason not to do this.

Were you not listening?
I just gave you 10 of them.

I'm going to the secretary
on this one, David.

And I will be appending all of my
objections right on the fucking order.

Append away.

Carrie, I want you
to run the interrogation.

Shouldn't it be Saul?

Al-Zahrani will be thrown if it's a woman.
Might give us some leverage.

David's right.

Everything we know
about Al-Zahrani's in here.

Are you sure you're okay
with my doing this?

You're the right person for the job.

Saul.

I'm fine.

Remember what you said to me way back
about getting the truth out of these guys?

- What?
- You're trying to find what makes them human...

not what makes them terrorists.

Sounds like good advice.

Better get started.

Oh, Jesus. You scared me.

Sorry. Kids get to school okay?

Yeah, with the usual hysterics.

Chris is convinced he's the worst athlete
in the entire eighth grade...

and Dana's convinced she's a lesbian
'cause boys disgust her.

What's going on?

While you were gone, I had a visitor.

- Who?
- Vice President of the United States.

In our house?

- It's a mess.
- I doubt he noticed.

What did he want?

You remember Congressman Johnson?

That poor bastard we saw
on the TV at Gaines's house?

He's resigning,
and they want me to run for his seat.

I knew it. You said no, right?

I said I'd talk it over with you first.

You're actually considering it?
You can't be serious.

Well, what else am I gonna do? Hell, stay
in the corps and go back to Iraq?

Brody, we're just getting
our lives back on track.

We're just getting our marriage back on
track. And you want to go into politics?

We'll never see you. It'll be like
you're leaving us all over again.

- I'll carve out plenty of time for you and the kids.
- No. Absolutely not.

You cannot do this.

I think I can make a difference.

Do you want our family to be
dragged through the mud...

by every newspaper and cable
news channel in the country?

Because that's what's gonna happen.
They're gonna dig for dirt until they find it.

- You don't know that.
- Me and Mike. You and that C.I.A. lady you fucked.

Don't be naive.

It'll all come out,
every last gory detail.

I have to go change.

I seem to have become one of those women
who takes her kids to school in her pajamas.

- Wives.
- Three.

Zahra, Hala and Yasmeen.

He met Zahra when they were both 15.
An arranged marriage, of course.

He had his first
five children with her.

Farid, Suhail...

Gamila, Huda and Wadiya.

How can someone be 15 and married?

What could a 15-year-old possibly know...

about the intricacies of a relationship,
about taking care of a family?

More than you do?

Mathison.

Hey. It's me, Brody.

- You there?
- Yeah, I'm here.

I need to see you.

- Why?
- It's personal.

- When?
- Now.

I can't.

- How about tomorrow night?
- What's wrong with tonight?

- I'm working.
- Yeah, she's working.

- Who's that?
- Nobody. It's a neighbor.

You sure you can't make it tonight?

- Yeah, I'm sure. Sorry.
- Okay.

Tomorrow. When and where?

We could go to that bar.

Why don't I just come to your place?

Oh, okay. Sure.

7:00? I'll text you the address.

Okay, great. See you then.

Hot date?

- Hardly.
- So you're texting your address to a plumber?

It's none of your fucking business
who I'm texting my address to.

So you think we have enough?

You think Al-Zahrani will turn?

Well, you know as well as I do.

There's guys who roll over
and beg for mercy...

and then there's those other guys
who get all heroic...

and are willing to die
for the cause.

He's here.

You good?

- Eye contact, please.
- I'm good.

Good.

It's good that you're good.

Good is a good thing.

Carrie.

Eviscerate the motherfucker.

- Hey.
- Hey.

They told me I might find you in here.

- Workin' on your jump shot?
- Somethin' like that.

- How's the jaw?
- Fine.

I'm sorry, dude.
I was way out of line.

No, no. I deserved it.

What do you want, Brody?

I'm telling you, man,
this whole coming home thing is tough.

- I hear you.
- I'm either parading around like a toy soldier...

or doing the fuckin' laundry.

I need to be of service.
I need to do somethin' that matters.

I've been asked by Vice President Walden
to run for Congress.

- You fuckin' serious?
- Yeah.

Jess doesn't want me to do it.

- She's exercising her veto rights.
- Why?

I think she's afraid
of being in the limelight.

You wanna do it?

I gotta do somethin'.

Either that or I keep being
pulled back into fuckin' Iraq.

It's messing with my family.

I get these moods.

I'm no fun to be around.

Hey, Mikey, you and...

You and Jessica.

You didn't do anything wrong.

And I can't blame you
for whatever happened.

You thought I was dead.

And I know you guys got close.

And I'm sure it's not easy
for you to say good-bye to each other.

And this whole situation
is entirely fucked up.

Talk to Jessica.

Tell her how much this means to me.

I gotta get my family back together.

And she'll listen to you.

Thanks.

Hey, somethin' else.

You took care of my kids.

I'll always be grateful.

Right this way.
We'll get it all sorted out.

Mansour Al-Zahrani,
I'd like to introduce you...

to Eli Soodik and Carol Sweetzer,
my top loan officers.

They'll lay out the details
of your debt restructuring.

I'll leave you to it.
I'm around if you need me.

Security. It's an unfortunate
necessity these days.

Security for what?

It's not like you're going
to hand me cash after all.

Please, sit down. Let's begin.

We have some questions we'd like
to ask you. We don't have much time.

We need to get you back to your embassy
by the end of lunch hour.

You're not loan officers.
Who are you?

- I would like to leave now.
- I'm afraid we can't allow that.

You're C.I.A.? F.B.I.?

Whoever you are, you can't hold me.
I am a Saudi diplomat.

I have diplomatic protection.

You know what?
I'm going to call my embassy right now.

This is outrageous. I will not allow it.

My ambassador will go straight to the
White House, and you will both lose your jobs.

Why don't you take a look
at these photographs.

Then you can call anyone you want.

Here.

I will not betray my country.

Of course not.

Sit down, please.

You owe Market Security $750,000.

Your salary at the Saudi embassy
is $170,000 a year.

You've sold all of your stocks in the past
three years. You have no savings.

You have no other real estate holdings.

Is that a fair summation?

Your point?

You're spending more than you make.

- Substantially.
- Is that a crime?

No, not in and of itself.
But it is curious to note...

that you are somehow meeting all of your
financial obligations.

What's in Geneva?

Cuckoo clocks.

Why have you traveled there
six times in the past year?

It's business for my government.

Well, our friends in Switzerland inform us
that on the morning of last Saturday...

you had breakfast at the Beau-Rivage Hotel
with a man named Faraz Sabbaq.

He handed you an envelope.

You then carried this envelope to the
Clariden Leu bank on Rue François-Versonnex.

Twenty minutes later, you exited the
Clariden Leu bank without the envelope.

You should know that Swiss officials
had their eyes on Sabbaq...

and then you, of course, because
he's a trusted courier for Abu Nazir.

I don't know Abu Nazir.

Abu Nazir gives money to Sabbaq.
Sabbaq hands money to you.

You deposit the money in a Swiss bank
and use it to pay off your bills.

Why lose everything for a cause
you don't even believe in?

You're obviously not a zealot.

You don't believe in radical Islam.
You love the West.

No more questions.
I am done talking to both of you.

Do you really want me to share
these photos with your wives...

your children, your parents,
your ambassador?

Go ahead. Tell everyone you want.
Tell them all. I don't care.

I suck cock, and I love it.

Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy.

My wives already know.
They don't care.

They love me.
So fuck it, huh? And fuck you.

Put me on CNN.
I'll admit to everything.

Now I would like
to go back to my embassy.

- Sit the fuck down! I'm not finished!
- Oh, I think you are.

Mr. Al-Zahrani,
I'd like to remind you...

You love your children
very much, don't you?

Do you have a favorite?

No, of course not.

I think Janine is your favorite.

She is a very remarkable
young woman...

but all of my children
are remarkable.

Not one of your other children is a sophomore
at Yale, majoring in political philosophy.

Not one of your other children
was a National Merit Scholar.

Not one of your other children has spent
two full days with you at the Phillips gallery...

happily looking
at your beloved impressionists.

We would deport her.

And we would make sure that she was not
welcome in England or Germany...

or France or Italy,
or even all-forgiving Scandinavia.

We would make sure that she had no
choice but to go back to Saudi Arabia...

and get fat and wear a burka
for the rest of her miserable life.

What do you do for Abu Nazir
in return for the money he gives you?

What do you do for Abu Nazir
in return for the money he gives you?

I keep my ears open.

Tell him what the Saudi government
is thinking. General information.

You met with Tom Walker at least three times
at the Mount Olivet mosque last week, correct?

Yes.

- Tom Walker is working for Abu Nazir?
- Yes.

Was he meant to shoot the President...

from the roof of the house
near Ronald Reagan Airport?

I don't know anything about that.

- Where is Tom Walker now?
- He's lying low.

- Where?
- I don't know.

- What's his current assignment?
- I don't know.

- When will you know?
- When Abu Nazir decides to tell me.

What's the tradecraft
for setting a meeting with Walker?

I put my child's drawing of a red heart...

in the window of my living room.

When would the meeting take place?

The next day at noon.

Where?

Farragut Square, by the fountain.

Mr. Al-Zahrani, I'd like you
to go back to your house now.

Put that drawing
in your window tonight.

Tomorrow afternoon, I'd like you to proceed
as you normally would to meet Tom Walker.

Okay?

- So I'm bait?
- You're bait.

You're free to go now.

What happens to me after all of this?

Go about your business.
Live your life.

We say nothing to Saudi Intelligence
about your connections to Abu Nazir.

You say nothing to Abu Nazir
about our little get-together.

You work for us now.

Welcome to the C.I.A.

Damn it!

- Mike.
- Hello.

Hi. Come in.

No, it's better
if I stay out here.

Oh, okay.

- How have you been?
- Shitty.

- Brody came to see me.
- He did?

He apologized for slugging me.

He said he doesn't blame
either one of us for anything.

I mean, Christ, he even thanked me
for taking care of the kids.

- Oh, God.
- I know.

He's trying, Jess.
He's really trying.

He told me about being asked
to run for Congress.

Told me you were against it.

I'm just thinking of the family.

What's best for the family.

Jess, right now,
Brody's a marine without a mission.

He's a lost man wandering around in the fog.
This thing really means a lot to him.

He wants to be of service.
He wants to do this.

Let him.

He'll be a better father,
better husband.

He put you up to this.

Yeah, he did. So what?
He's right.

That's unbelievable.

He comes to you,
and now here you are on his behalf?

It's a little incestuous, isn't it?

Why don't we all just take off our clothes
and get in bed together?

- Jess, come on.
- I gotta go.

- Hi there.
- Hi.

Come on in.

Miles Davis. You like jazz?

I don't know anything about it.

- Here we go.
- No, thanks.

I really just came around
to ask you somethin'.

- And I need you to be honest.
- What?

Does anybody at the C.I.A. know
about our weekend up at the cabin?

No.

- You didn't tell anybody?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Is there any way they could find out?

- Not unless I did tell them.
- Which you wouldn't do.

- Oh, believe it or not, I value my privacy.
- Yeah.

- Why the concern?
- I've been asked to run for political office.

Political office.
What are you talking about?

Vice President Walden wants me to run
for Congressman Johnson's seat.

Really?

Well, that's...
that's surprising.

I don't want to do it if there's even a
chance the media would find out about us.

I can't do that to Jessica.

I've been shitty enough as it is,
and she deserves better.

And she's gonna get it.

Jessica will never know.

Thanks.

- I should get back home.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm beat.

It's been a rough day.

You promise me
this will stay between us?

I promise.

Good-bye.

Good night.

Off to work we go.

All right,
we're about 20 minutes out.

Excuse me.

- Saul, any sign of Walker?
- Nothing yet.

We got 15 of our people in the square...

and Carrie's runnin' point down there.

Remember, everybody,
Walker is armed and dangerous.

We don't want a firefight.
We wanna nab him, not spook him.

Don't move until Walker's
in the grab zone.

Carrie?

I know the protocol, Saul.

This isn't my first polka.

- Whit, how you doing?
- Sniper 1 in position.

We're passing National Cathedral.

Traffic is loosenin' up.
We should be there any minute.

Any sign of Walker?

- Quadrant report.
- North. No Walker.

East. Nothing.

West. Negative.

- South?
- South. Nothing.

Okay, we're here.

Al-Zahrani's moving into
Farragut Square, southwest corner.

We got Al-Zahrani.

Where the fuck is Walker?

I'm looking.

I'm looking.

Zahrani's approaching the fountain.

Bait is set.

10:00.

Possible Walker.
He's got a green watch cap.

Black fleece.
He's carrying a briefcase.

- Target in range.
- Whit, don't get trigger-happy.

You're just there in case
this whole thing goes to shit.

Looks like he's headed
to the fountain all right.

Nobody makes a move until
Walker's in the grab zone.

I can't see his face.
I need visual confirmation.

- Finklestein, you're up front. Go for a clear view.
- Roger that.

Franklin, Patrelli,
approach him from the east.

- 10-4.
- On it.

He's approaching Al-Zahrani.

- I want that positive I.D. now.
- Shit.

- Finklestein?
- I'm tryin'.

Franklin? Patrelli?

It could be Walker.
Hard to tell. His head is down.

- Patrelli?
- Black male, six feet, clean-shaven, athletic.

I can't tell.

He's carrying the briefcase
in his left hand.

- So?
- Walker's right-handed.

What about his watch?
Does anybody see his watch?

- It's on his right wrist.
- I don't like this, Saul.

- Should I engage?
- Negative.

What's in the briefcase?
Saul, what's in the fucking briefcase?

- Wait for my command.
- Copy that.

Shit! Sorry. Pull back.

Pull back.
Get everyone out of here.

Everyone, get out of here!

Anyone in quadrant two...

Carrie!

Carrie.

Carrie?

The explosion occurred during the busy lunch
hour and killed five people, wounded dozens...

and shut down the city metro line.

F.B.I. special agents have joined
D.C. police in cordoning off the area.

It was a suicide bomber.
A terrorist attack right here in D.C.

- We don't know that.
- It's just unbelievable.

Hey. Hey. Listen.

It's probably just some crazy guy who
learned how to make a bomb on the internet.

Okay?

The most important thing is not to panic.

Okay.

- Where are the kids?
- They're doing their homework.

- Are they okay?
- They're scared.

All right.
I'll go and talk to 'em.

Hey. Did you think any more about
the politics of it all?

Mike delivered your message.

And?

I told the kids about the
Vice President wanting you to run.

You told 'em?

We discussed how
it would affect our future.

That there would be publicity
and scrutiny and gossip.

But in the end, we all agreed
that we wanted you to do it.

Just to be clear,
are you saying yes?

Just promise me
I won't lose you again.

I promise.

Then, yes. It's a yes.

Vice President...

Thanks for coming out, folks.

- Right this way, please. Very nice, thank you.
- Nice!

Dr. Steiner says you're gonna live.

All you got
was a really bad concussion.

No more head-bashing for a while.

Cut back on the drinkin'.

Otherwise, you're good to go.

Get some really good drugs and a week's rest
before you head back to the glue factory.

I'd love some good drugs
and a week's rest.

Lucky you.

In case you're wondering
about the bomber...

Black guy with the briefcase.

His name was Samuel Everett.

Homeless guy.
Walker met him at the shelter.

Must have paid him
to go meet Al-Zahrani.

How did Walker know?

Who warned him?

Same person who slipped Hamid a razor
blade so that he could slash his wrists.

And the same person who warned Raquim
Faisel and Aileen Morgan...

that we were onto their safe house
near the airport.

You were right.

Abu Nazir has someone
inside the U.S. Government.

We take you now, live,
to the Capitol steps...

where the Vice President
is set to make his announcement.

Sergeant Brody is exactly
the kind of congressman we need.

- His strength of character is beyond question...
- Turn it up.

And he is resolute
in the fight against terrorism...

which struck at the heart
of this nation's capital just yesterday.

He will be equally resolute in the fight
against runaway spending...

and profligate management
at the highest levels of government.

It gives me great pleasure and pride
to stand here today before you...

having been given
the generous opportunity to serve.

You know what I really
came to understand...

lying in a dark hole for eight years
in the Middle East...

was that service for your country
is the highest calling...

sacred and profound.