All language subtitles for aEpisode 3

Previously on Homeland.

Holy shit, it's the CIA.

He's attacking us. Shut it down,
shut it down, shut it down!

SAUL: We've had a data
breach in Berlin.

LAURA: I got an e-mail
today from a hacker.

It turned out to be
a top secret document.

- Who was the source of the leak?
- I have no idea.

And I will respect their trust,
whatever happens to me.

She's asking
for the rest of it.

MAN: You send that, it 'll be
intercepted, traced back to us.

I had a meeting
with the BND top brass.

Giving you 24 hours
to leave the country.

The Germans want
a head on a spike.

So give them Saul's.

Welcome to Beirut.

It's good.

Shame I can't tempt you.

I'm nine months sober
tomorrow.

CARRIE:
Hezbollah is cooperating.

Well, the situation
on the ground

is unpredictable,
to say the least.

Get him to cover!
Get him to cover!

(people shouting)

(gunshots)

Look.

It was the CIA woman.
She was the target.

Six hours he was questioned.

Whoever paid him, he was more
afraid of them than dying.

Someone wants you dead.

SAUL: I want to be
sure you understand.

All you get is that key,
your next target in the box

and operating money waiting there
when you bring back proof of death.

QUINN: Put the names in the box. I'll
take care of anyone you put there.

(woman speaking German)

CARRIE: Christ, I really thought
I left all this behind.

MAN: The Islamic State,
ISIS, proclaimed itself

to be a worldwide caliphate
with authority over-

Redraw the map
in the Middle East.

WOMAN: The soldiers are hackers, the battlefield
is online, and it's not a matter of-

Edward Snowden is a coward.

...extremely disappointed that the
Russian government would take this step.

LAURA: lt's against the law.
lt's against the fucking law.

CARRIE: All that suffering
and nothing changes.

MAN:
Is our strategy working?

(phone recording: German)

{wrong number tones)
{phone recording: German)

(man speaking Russian)

SAUL:
I actually convinced myself

we were gonna change the world.

QUINN:
Carrie will never be free.

CARRIE: Spend my life on the
run, give up my daughter?

JONAS: I don't know how
you live with yourself.

AL-AMIN:
I will fight you forever.

CARRIE (whispering):
Who's after me?

JONAS: So many people, so
much blood on your hands.

I don't know if I can put
her on that plane tomorrow.

Why not go with her?

God, if I do that, she's
no safer than she is here.

Christ, I really thought
I'd left all this behind.

Once she's back in the States, I'll be able
to think more clearly and figure this out.

What if that guy
in Lebanon was lying?

Have you considered that?
What if nobody's after you?

He wasn't lying.
How do you know?

Not here.

You've been holed up
for four days,

barely eating or sleeping,
hardly saying a word.

You need to talk to me.

He was tortured, okay?

He finally admitted
I was the target,

but was too scared
to say who hired him.

I don't understand.
How does-

How does that
make him reliable?

He had two secrets-
one he could tell,

one he was willing to die for.

And did he?
Die?

Yeah, he was executed.
He was shot in the face point-blank.

That's what makes me
believe him.

Jesus.

You wanted to know.

(speaking German)

Hi.
Hi.

Mr. Berenson.
Herr During.

Can Erna bring you anything-
water, coffee, something?

No, thank you.

It's not every day I'm visited
by a high-ranking officer

of the Central
Intelligence Agency.

It's not every day a leading
German industrialist

is the target
of an assassination attempt.

Mmm. I run a foundation.

Consider myself a philanthropist.
Have a seat.

Yet your company's thriving,
by all accounts.

(chuckles)
That's true.

The steel business is experiencing
an unexpected upturn.

Any idea why someone would
want to kill you in Lebanon?

None.

Might it be related
to your chief of security

meeting with
a representative of Hezbollah

the day you arrived there?

You'd have to ask her. I don't know where
she is. That's why I'm asking you.

Mmm. And I told you, I don't know.

Wouldn’t be the first time
your family has collaborated

with those on
the wrong side of history.

Mr. Berenson,
it's hardly a secret

my grandfather
was a big-time Nazi.

I've devoted my whole life
to atoning for that fact.

Your foundation has donated
tens of millions of dollars

to Muslim charities
all over Europe.

Also not a secret.

I don't have to tell you,
there are many points

at which social and terrorist
causes cannot help meeting.

Not in our case.
We account for every cent.

I take personal
responsibility for that.

Maybe you don't consider Hezbollah
a terrorist organization.

- Is that a question?
- Yeah, it is. Do you or don't you?

I deplore violence of any kind,

but one must always distinguish between
legitimate revolt against occupation

and outright terrorism.

Is firing rockets
against civilian targets legitimate,

in your opinion?

I won't be put
on the defensive

just because you have managed to turn
the conversation towards Israel.

Actually, I was curious
what you think.

What I think is, nothing has made the
world more dangerous in the last 15 years

than the foreign policy
of the United States.

I'm not a statesman,
Herr During.

I'm a spy.

Well, you are all
great humanitarians,

you Americans,

when someone else is on trial.

I didn't come here
to put anyone on trial.

I came here to find out
where Carrie Mathison is.

- I can't help you with that.
- You can't or you won't?

I don't track her movements.

As far as I know, she's taking
some time off after what happened.

It's imperative
I speak with her.

She doesn't work for you anymore.

I know how frustrating
that must be.

She's a remarkable person.

(exhales)

- Mommy?
- Hey, honey.

Hi.

So, we should go.

It's time for
your big adventure.

I was just starting
to worry.

We stopped for ice cream.

And then for a doughnut.

Okay.

Yay! Lenya !
(laughing, chattering)

- Well, she seems fine.
- She is.

I'm the one
that's a basket case.

Did you talk to my sister?
Yeah, I did.

I explained everything.

She's meeting the jet at
Davis Airfield in Manassas.

She sends her love.

I don't know how to thank you.

Just get to
the bottom of this

and then come back
to work.

I will, believe me.

Saul Berenson paid me
a visit this morning.

He did? What did he want?
To talk to you.

And to put the fear
of God into me.

I told him nothing.
(sighs)

I'm sorry you had
to lie for me, Otto.

It wasn't that hard.
I didn't like him much.

He seems like a man
too used to getting his way.

Yeah.

Well, he is now.

He wasn't like that before.

Well, come on then.

It's time to say good-bye.

(Jonas chattering in
German) (Frannie giggling)

JONAS: Frannielein,
I'm gonna miss you.

Oh! So, Lenya's gonna be
with you the whole way.

And then you're gonna get
to see your Aunt Maggie

and your cousins,
Ruby and Josie, okay?

Come on, give your mommy
a big kiss.

Mmm!

I love you. I love you,
I love you, I love you.

So sehr.
So, so sehr.

Thank you, Lenya.
(Frannie chattering)

You'll never know
how much I appreciate this.

It's no problem.
We'll be fine.

Try not to worry.

(Sobs)

The worst day of my life was,
uh, saying good-bye to my kids,

moving out of the house.

You see them
every other weekend.

You're gonna see Frannie
again soon.

Hey, of course you are.

You know what?
I'd rather not talk about it.

I'm just trying to be helpful.
Well, you're not helping.

- You are not letting me.
-ls that right?

That is right. Because you don't
know the first thing about it.

About any of it.
And whose fault is that?

If you don't want me
to know what's going on,

then don't get mad at me for
not knowing what's going on.

I'm not a brain reader.

(laughing)

Or a mind reader either.

That too.

Look, I know I haven't been
myself the last few days.

You were in hiding. You just
put your daughter on a plane.

I get it.

It's more than that.

What do you mean?

Maybe there is a way
that you can help,

that I can
see this better. I-

It would be asking
a lot of you.

Tell me.

Listen, I'm starving. Can we find a
place to eat and talk about it there?

So?

(exhales)
So. Um-

You know I'm bipolar.

(sighs)
Yeah.

And that I take lithium,
which is good for me.

It keeps me
safe and sane.

What you don't know

is what I'm like
off of the medication.

No.

Well-

It can be scary as hell.

But also exhilarating.

(laughing)
I mean, you feel-

You feel elated.

You feel like you're flying down a
ski slope with no chance of falling.

Anybody would miss that.

Until you don't.
Until you do fall.

Because you can't avoid falling.
I've learned that.

You sure you want to hear about this? You
sure you'll still like me in the morning?

I love you.

(footsteps approaching)

(clears throat)

Danke.

The point is that the meds
have saved my life, literally.

But something is lost too.

The elation.

It's more than that.
There's this-

this window when you've got
all that crazy energy,

but you're still lucid,
you're still making sense.

And that's always when I
did my best work. Mm-hmm.

I took down a major
insurgent network in Iraq.

I stopped an attack
on the State Department in DC.

You want to go off
your meds now?

Is that what you're saying?
To figure this out?

- No.
- No?

I've already gone off them.

Three days ago.

ALLISON:
What have you got?

Tell me Carrie showed up for
work this morning. No such luck.

She hasn't been near the
place for five days.

Not since she got back
from Beirut.

Can we jack into the cameras
inside the building?

- High-tech firewall.
- Thanks to her, no doubt.

Urn, Laura Sutton
is on her e-mail.

What did During say? That he
doesn't know where she is either.

He's got seven residences in Germany alone.
No sign of Carrie at any of them.

We need to talk.

I've known Dar Adal 30 years. You don't
think he's gonna pick up the phone,

tell me that my Berlin station chief
is looking to put a knife in my back?

Saul, listen to me-
Don't say a fucking word.

- I was desperate to save my job.
- Oh, bullshit!

You were cold
and calculating.

You bet on his ego
and our rivalry,

hoping that'd be enough
to take me down.

- You couldn't be more wrong.
- Stop it.

You know what
the worst part is?

You came up short, Allison.

If you aim to kill, don't miss.

Have I taught you
nothing?

You taught me everything.

I treated you like
an elite intelligence officer.

So start fucking
behaving like one.

Okay.

So when do you
want me gone?

You're not going anywhere.

What?
You heard me.

Can't afford
a shake-up right now.

Not with Carrie
in the wind.

Not with what we got in the pipeline.
I-l don't understand.

Who's going under the bus to
make it nice with the Germans?

I'm working on it.

Thank you.
Thank you, Saul.

Yeah.

You don't deserve it.

(door opens)
(footsteps departing)

I can monitor myself.
I've done it before.

But now that you're
willing to help,

I can push the boundaries
a little bit, fly a little higher.

Okay. Look, I know
it sounds sketchy.

But together we can do
this without a doubt.

Tell me the warning signs
again, what to look for.

Um, incoherence,
mostly.

I'm talking too fast, keep
losing my train of thought,

if you're having trouble
understanding me,

or if I get belligerent
or abusive.

(laughing)
Abusive?

Well, I mean, not
physically, but, yeah.

Okay. It can get ugly sometimes.

And that's when
I give you the pills?

That's when you
give me the pills.

I'm not a doctor
or a psychiatrist.

You'll know when it's time, believe me.
(scoffs)

You should have told me
before you went off the drugs.

I know.
I'm sorry.

What if there is an emergency? We are
out here in the middle of nowhere.

There won't be. The
sedative is fast-acting.

It'll bring me back down to earth.
Then the lithium will kick in.

Tell me there is not
another way to do this.

I'm sure there is.
Just not for me.

It's a timeline. See?

Beirut was my first tour,
Baghdad my second.

Didn't end so well.

Uh, then I was back at Langley
for the next couple years.

And the plan is?

Make an enemies list-
who might want me dead,

who had the means and
opportunity to pull it off.

And where do we start?

At the beginning.

♪ (background: pop)

(chattering)

(speaking German)

Surprise.
l'll say.

You on a job?
What do you think?

Who’s the guy?

A friend.
Yeah, right.

So what went down
in Lebanon?

Otto During was in the shit,
and your girlfriend got him out.

She save him?
No question.

- Any idea where she is now?
- No.

And a lot of people
are looking for her.

- Including me.
- Yeah? Why?

Can't say.
(scoffs)

I'm pretty sure
she's back in Germany.

Okay. I need to get ahold
of a Stingray.

I can get one.
Tomorrow?

The day after?
Good.

- You want to get out of here?
-(laughs)

(sighs)
You can't do this, Peter.

(laughs)
It's Berlin.

Yeah, I know where we are.
I live here.

Can't just appear
and interrupt my life,

not like when we're
in some odd city.

Handheld Stingray,
if you can swing it.

(sexual moaning, gasping)

(door clattering)

(Jonas murmuring)

(both gasping)

(sighs)

Did I mention
the sex is better too?

(both laughing)

(alarm ringing)

(people chattering)

(tapping)

Boss.

What's happening?

Fire alarm.

- ALLISON: Where’s Laura?
- Don't see her yet.

Get our team
out on the street now

and tell them to keep an eye
out for Carrie Mathison.

This could be how
she makes contact.

(exhales)

(alarm continues)

(people chattering)

Don't tell me
they lost her.

Do you see
the subject?

Do not tell me
they lost her.

Any sign of Carrie?
Nothing.

(exhales)

(man on PA, indistinct)

Are you who
I think you are?

Ballsy move, that alarm.

I was there that day
when the BND picked you up.

What did you tell them?

That they were
assholes.

Did they ask about me?
Do they know my name?

/ don't know
your name.

- But are they after me?
- Of course they are.

But you're smart.

And tricky.

And l'll protect you.

How can I be sure?

Look, you came to me,
right?

Yes. You must've had a reason.

I've read your stuff.
I'm a fan.

Thought I could
trust you.

What's your name?

Call me Numan.

Well, Numan,

I'm a fan of yours too.

I have the rest
of the documents.

I'll vet them and get them
out, just like last time.

Don't you get scared?

(chuckles) Yeah, I guess.
But what can I do?

Go home to America.

I have two warrants out
for my arrest there.

I can't go back home either.
To Turkey?

I'm guessing.

Yeah.

Thank you.

You're doing
the right thing.

I hope so.

I'd better go.

How can I
reach you?

You can't.

Is that really necessary?

Hey, I'm not the one who
crashed last night. (chuckles)

But I made some good progress
after you went to bed.

We can move on
to Baghdad today.

I meant does it have
to go up your nose?

I mean, caffeine is caffeine. I could
make you a really strong cup of coffee.

This gets me there faster.

(beeping)

(beeping)
(line ringing)

Jonas, it's me again. I've got
something urgent. Where are you?

(exhales)

(cartoon being)

(man cackling)

You little fucker.

Dude, where
have you been?

Meeting someone.

You got a girlfriend?
About fucking time.

It was Laura Sutton.

I gave her the documents.

What?
You heard me.

So I don't want any more crap about
selling them to the highest bidder.

It's done.

You just decided
for the both of us, huh?

Yeah, I did.

What an asshole.

Korzy, it was
the right thing to do.

Was it?

You're a fool, Numan.

You don't even know
what a fool you are.

Ibrahim Hasan, bomb
maker for Abu Nazir.

What about him?

I said I'd help his family in exchange
for some sensitive information.

And I couldn't make it happen.

So it might be payback
for a broken promise?

No, he's dead.
But he had a son, Bassam.

Be 18 now.
Okay, checking.

Wait a minute.
I know this story.

This is where you got kicked out of Iraq
for bribing a guard at Khadimayah Prison.

How did you know about that?

Who do you think
background-checked you for Otto?

(chuckles)

Really?

I know all kinds of things about
you, Carrie Mathison. Oh.

Well, I got hired, didn't I?
(clicks tongue) Barely.

Nothing on the son,

but the wife, Sanaa, blew herself
up at a checkpoint in Mualameen,

killing three American soldiers,
wounding seven others.

Mm-hmm. Keep Bassam on the list.

Next.

MAN: Bad business
down in Lebanon.

It's only gonna get worse.

Well, maybe you can explain
exactly how it fits together.

How what fits together?

Right. Carrie Mathison was the
one handling security, right?

Where she met with
Waleed Mer-Khamis,

my sources
on the ground tell me.

I wouldn't know.

Come on, Saul. Your
protégé, your golden child.

No one believes for a minute
she's not still Agency.

You can believe
what you want.

The thing is,
Waleed is Hezbollah.

Is America making common
cause with Syria and Iran?

We are not, and if we were,
Israel would be the first to know.

We're old friends, Saul, so
you should know something.

My government will actively oppose any
plans for regime change in Damascus.

First you accuse me
of cozying up to the enemy.

Now I'm secretly planning
a coup in Syria.

Getting rid of Bashar al-Assad
is not a bad idea in itself.

The danger is, uh, replacing him with
someone worse than the original.

I'm telling you
that option is not on the table.

Truly?

We're out of the business
of overthrowing Arab dictators, Etai.

We have learned our lesson.

MAN:
Saul?

Mr. Ambassador.

I need to talk to you.

- Excuse us, Etai.
- Yes, of course.

I'm being recalled.

I heard.

You didn't hear, Saul.
You fucking engineered it.

I presented the administration
with a set of choices.

Well, just how dumb
do you think I am?

You circled the wagons around your own
people. That's Allison's station.

It's her responsibility. She's
the one that should pay for it.

- Well, Allison's a career intelligence
officer. - What's your point?

You own a string of GM dealerships
in Texas and Arkansas.

Well, I'm not going back.
I was promised four years here.

I spent a small fortune
setting up my household.

All right, take it up
with the State Department.

It's the president
who owes me.

Well, not as much
as you think he does, apparently.

You do throw a mean party, Scott.
I'll give you that.

Please say good-bye
to Anne for me.

(door opens,
closes)

(muttering)

Where'd you get this?

Freedom of Information Act.

There are hundreds
of names here.

167.

All civilians.

According to Pakistan's
foreign ministry, yeah.

Killed by drones.

(sighs) Also missile
strikes and ground ops

during my time
as station chief in Kabul.

Um, so, let's cross-check
the surnames

and see if anybody from any of these
families left to go fight jihad in Syria.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You’re tired. You could use a break.
I'm fine.

We’ve been at it almost 14 hours.
If you need a break, say so.

Hey, I don't need a break!

Something is wrong.

Maybe I- I'm gonna
step outside for a minute.

- You're appalled.
- No, I just need some air.

No, you are. You're appalled.
You think I'm appalling.

- Leave it alone, Carrie.
- What, then?

What, loathsome? Repulsive?
What, a war criminal?

Say something,
for God's sake.

Jonas, don't! This is not me anymore.
None of it.

I don't know
how you live with yourself.

(door opens, closes)

(vehicle engine starts,
vehicle departs)

(exhales)

(sighs)

(exhales deeply)

(exhales)

(gasps)

Fuck it.

Ah.

MAN: So much for
self-control, huh?

Over here.

Hey, Carrie.

(exhales)

Oh, fuck.

(chattering)

You're satisfied?

Yes, yes.
Good night.

You're at the embassy,
rig ht?

Russian embassy?

What are you trying to do?
Nothing.

Huh?

You threaten me?
No.

Blackmail?
No.

I have a business
opportunity for you.

Business?

You are a little street rat.

Something for sale.
Documents.

Top secret.

American.

Go on.

You- You are a loose end,
you motherfucker.

You, I'd go back for in a heartbeat.

Chase you down, fuck you up,
drop fire on your head.

You hear that, asshole?

Turn you into fucking smoke.

AAYAN:
It wasn't him.

He didn't do it.

He doesn't even remember you.

You're nothing to him anymore.

Not even a name.

Aayan.

Who the hell is Aayan?

Aayan is done.
Aayan's...

dust.

What do you want?

What do / want?

Go on, ask me.
I know you're dying to.

Who is it?

Who's after me?

Come closer.
l'll whisper in your ear.

(whispering, indistinct)

(both speaking
in German)

Polizei.

(German)

(boy continues
speaking German)

Shut the fuck up.

Carrie? You hungry?

(chuckles)

I figured it out.

What?

I did, yeah.
I figured it out.

It's all of them.

What do you mean?

They're the- the sum of my sins.

Each-Each a dot on a-a canvas.

Avenging angels.

Carrie-

Now angels aren't all good,
you know?

Sometimes- Sometimes
they come to punish,

to tell you it's-
it's too much, the damage.

So it doesn't matter if it's Haqqani or,
you know, Nazir's people or Haissam's son.

Whoever it is
does it for them all.

And it's-
And it's right.

It's-lt's-lt's righteous.

- Okay, okay, come on.
- I mean, you can't-

You can't atone

for that much blood,
for that many souls.

It's futile.
Absolution is not available.

The angels are telling us that.
Here, sit down.

Do you understand? Yes, I understand.
I'll be right back.

Is there a church nearby?

Uh, in the next village.
I need to see a priest.

You have to take these first.
Now.

Hey, hey. You have
to take these first.

No.
Come on.

Why? You think I'm crazy?

No, no, that wasn't- N-N-No,
I am crystal fucking clear.

I don't think you're crazy.
(scoffs)

I think you solved
this thing,

so it's time to go back
on your meds.

(scoffs) I'm not a moron.
Nobody said you were.

You don't think I know
what you're doing?

No, no. No. I know exactly
what you're doing.

- I just want you to take your pills
like we agreed. - Like we agreed.

Yeah, we did. So patient.
So reasonable.

Jesus. Don't you ever get tired
of that Clark Kent routine?

Boring, boring, boring.
You know what? Fuck you.

You can either take these
yourself- Or what?

What, you're gonna shove 'em
down my throat?

No, I'm calling
an ambulance.

You can't do that.
You know you can't do that.

They'll find us.
Yeah? Watch me.

Take the pills right now,
or I start dialing.

How about fucking
the bad girl instead?

Take the goddamn pills!

(scoffs)

You're a lousy lay anyway.

Show me.

I said show me.

Thank you.

Aw.

Poor little Jonas.

Bet you never had a girlfriend
like me before.

Why don't you stop talking now? Why? Why?
Are you sick of hearing my voice?

As a matter of fact, yes.
Yeah, that's better.

That's good. Get mad. I like
it better when you're mad.

At least I know you're alive. At least
I know you have a fucking pulse!

Come on.

(phone rings)

Don't answer.
Don't answer it.

It's the burner phone.

It's my ex.

Yeah.

(German)

(German)

(woman continues
in German)

Oh, my God.

(on phone: both continue
speaking in German)

(Jonas continues in German)

- What's going on?
- Steffan's been arrested.

For what? I don't know.
Shoplifting.

(speaking in German)

(speaking in German)

(door slams)

(German)

Gut. Okay.
Gut. Danke.

(beeps-E

Well, that's weird.
What?

Um, the police have no record of
him at any precinct in Berlin.

That's because he's not
in police custody.

What are you talking about?
We have to go right now.

- They're already on their way.
- Who? Who is?

Steffan's arrest was staged to generate
that call to you. We're blown.

Are you saying these people
have Steffan?

No, I am saying that whoever is
trying to kill me is coming here!

Do they have Steffan or not?
Steffan will be fine. Trust me.

How do you know that?
You don't know that.

We have to get back to Berlin.
No.No,no, no,no,Jonas.

Jonas, listen to me, okay?
They won't hurt him.

He's just a pawn.
Just a pawn?

Are you fucking kidding me?
He's my son!

JONAS:
Carrie!

Hey, come back!

I'm not chasing you!

Carrie, goddamn it!
Where are you?

Well, the ambassador's
on his way home.

Not a happy camper.

The Germans, however,
are appeased.

Yes, they are.
For the time being, at least.

And Allison Carr?

What about her? Do we put an
official reprimand in her file?

Well, she did wander
outside the lines.

Way outside.

I have a different interpretation.

Which is?
She misplayed, badly.

In the end, got us
to the correct decision.

Well, well. You're in
a forgiving mood today.

Plus, I need her for the weekend.
Assuming we're still on.

In fact,
that's why I'm calling.

Don't tell me.
Cold feet.

I fucking knew it.

Actually, the opposite.

What?

And just when you thought
we'd lost our operational balls.

We have a green light?
We have a green light.

However, I did neglect to mention
your conversation with Etai Luskin.

I'm sure you did.

How detailed is their intelligence,
do you think?

They know Assad's
in the crosshairs.

They know we have
a likely candidate to replace him.

Screw 'em.

As long as they don't know
the who and the when.

They don't.

They got back on her when she
returned to her apartment,

but they didn't have eyes-on
for over two hours.

Two hours.

Can you believe that?

And these are supposed
to be professionals.

For all we know,
it's when she met with Carrie.

And that's just the shit
that happened before lunch.

I thought my head
was gonna explode.

I took a Xanax.
Yeah?

I hope you don't mind
if we just go to sleep tonight.

Not at all.
I'm tired too.

(rustling)

(rustling
continues)

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(bolt slides)

(gasps)

(grunts,
gasps)

Motherfucker.

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