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Previously on Homeland...

Those were your relatives that were killed
in the wedding party the Americans bombed?

And the CIA chief who ordered that bombing
is now dead. Does that feel like justice?

This mess in Islamabad, it's not just
going away. We need a new chief there.

I'd like it to be me. I need you here.
Permanently.

Can 't come as a surprise to you that Dad isn't
pitching in as much as he said he would.

- Well, what about the nanny?
- She's great when she's here.

- We really need to talk. - You don't
remember me, do you? I'm the manager.

[ Moaning]

- Something funny?
- It's okay.

I hear it all the time.

- Are you okay?
- I thought I was,

until I found myself beating the shit
out of some idiot for no reason.

There was that case officer
you told me about.

The one who was fired in Islamabad
about the same time you got there.

- Jordan Harris. - Sandy didn't
throw me out. It was Lockhart.

I flew all the way back here from
Islamabad to report an intelligence leak.

Next thing I know, I'm finished.

Sandy had a dark asset providing
targeting information on terrorists.

He was out there trading
top secret information...

Oh, Jesus.
To God knows who.

You knew what was going on there.
That makes you complicit.

In what?
It's called treason.

What do you want?
I want Islamabad.

We had a meltdown over there. Send some guys
over to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Anything you need.

They're sending me back.
I don't have a choice.

I don't believe you.

I'm so sorry.

[ Military Radio Chatter]

Maneuvering on your position.

We 'll be setting up
for an engagement.

[ Martha ] It's Alice
in fucking Wonderland.

[ Man On Radio ]
PID confirmed. Engage. Engage.

- [ Carrie] Where are you?
- [ Quinn ] I'm at a safe distance.

- Clipped an artery.
- [ Screams ]

[ Saul ] I know a way.

[ Speaking Farsi ]

[ Female Newscaster] First, the US
found and killed Osama bin Laden-

[ Crowd Shouting ]

[ Carrie ]
You will die over there!

[ Hillary Clinton ] Well, you can'!
Keep snakes in your backyard...

and expect them
only to bite your neighbors.

[ John Kerry] You know there are
things that the Pakistanis have done,

as complicated
as the relationship has been...

[ Radio Beeping ]

[Man On Radio ]
Roger. I'll try and get eyes on.

- [ Carrie ] Oh, God.
- [Saul] I'm so sorry.

[ Brody]
I have to say good-bye now.

[ Carrie ]
Just for a few more seconds.

I need to make a stop.
Take a left on Faisal.

That's not the way
to the embassy.

Then to the second intersection,
which is Street 10.

Just do it, please.
It's not a request.

Stop here.

Somebody explain to me what the hell Sandy
Bachman was doing here without protection.

Wasn't that your job?

- Our job to what? - Drive him, protect
him, know where the fuck he was.

He never had us drive him anywhere
unless it was on official business.

- Why not? - Mr. Bachman was
not an easy guy to work with.

Let's just leave it at that.

[ Sighs ]

Unlock it, please.

I've had a long flight.
Don't make me debate this.

Stay in the truck. I'm not going
further than that corner.

- [ Vehicle Approaching]
- [ Brakes Squeal ]

Quinn, go!

[ Shouting In Urdu ]

- Goddamn it, get off me!
- Sandy!

[ Shouting Continues]

- [ Horn Honking ]
- [ Man Shouting In Urdu ]

Let's go.

Nice to see you again, Peter.

I believe it was
almost a year ago.

You were looking to leave
the Agency then as well.

- That was different.
- How so?

I'd just shot and killed a kid.

And now?

Now I just want out.
I'm done.

As I'm sure you're aware,
it's not as simple as that.

We need to certilfy that you're
not a danger to yourself.

Or to others.

Among other things.

You're talking about
what happened at the diner.

You fractured a man's cheekbone.

It says here 63 stitches.

I controlled myself
for 12 fucking years.

I lost it once.

Once.

Once is all it takes.

It won't happen again.

Last time you were in here,
you talked about nightmares.

Seeing your first kill
over and over again,

his head disappearing
in a puddle of mud.

Look, I snapped. What more
do you want me to say?

Obviously, we need to talk about
recent events in Islamabad.

Obviously.

What about the two men
you killed on the ground there?

What about 'em?

Do you think about them?
I do not.

I think about Sandy and Carrie
and the choice I made.

Carrie Mathison?

Yes.

She came up a lot last time we talked.
I don't remember.

You said she was one of the reasons
you wanted out of Dar Adal's group.

Maybe she was.

She didn't approve
of targeted assassinations?

No, I was the one
having the problem, not her.

The Agency is worried you might want
to talk about all that one day.

Well, you tell them not to worry.
I know what I agreed to.

And what about Carrie?

What about her?

You just said you had
a choice to make in that car.

You chose her.

Is that a question?

Are the two of you
romantically involved?

What?
Answer.

Please.

I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

Let me be the judge of that.

You know what?

Fuck this.

[ Exhales]

[Door Closes ]

Thank you, ma'am.
Have a good day.

[ Beeps] [ Lock Clicks ]

[ Door Opens ] [ Man Chuckling
] Hear you, man, right?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where is everybody?
What do you mean?

We have a full staff meeting
scheduled for 9:30.

The first I heard of it.

Shouldn't take long to gather the troops
though with the lockdown still in place.

Lockdown?

Yeah, nobody in or out
of the embassy.

Where's Redmond?

In with the ambassador.

Ah, good morning.

- Ambassador.
- How was the flight?

Bumpy.

Got to admit, you're the last
person I expected to see here.

- I assume you got my cable.
- I did.

What happened
to my 9:30 staff meeting?

Since we didn't have much new to report, I
thought I would just catch you up myself.

Well, how about
we stick to my plan?

I expect everybody downstairs
in 15 minutes.

Tell Dennis
we're on for tonight.

I will.

I think he's feeling
a little blindsided.

Yeah?

I guess we're all surprised
to learn you got Sandy's job.

No one regrets his death,

or the air strike on Dande
Darpa Khel, more than me.

Regret it or not, US-Pakistan relations
are at their lowest point...

since the raid on Abbottabad.

And at a time that
we can least afford it.

Well, how, may I ask, is an embassy-wide
lockdown helping that situation any?

I have to put the safety
of my country team first.

I need my guys back out on the street.
Not gonna happen.

I was thinking-
I was hoping...

that you and I could
work this out together.

Two sensible women...

cutting through
all the bullshit?

Well, something like that.

I wish it were that simple.

Good morning.

Thank you all for being here
on such short notice.

Okay, I'll dive right in.

Who can tell me something
about Jordan Harris?

What, no opinions? Come on. You
guys worked with him for 18 months.

What do you want to know?

Do you share his suspicions
about Sandy Bachman?

What suspicions?

That, in exchange for upper-tier
targeting information,

he was passing secrets to somebody inside
the S-wing of Pakistani Intelligence.

Harris is an asshole.

Yeah, but is he right?

Sandy's intel
was consistently good.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe it was too good.

I mean, how else was he getting
exact targeting coordinates...

on bad guys we'd lost
track of for years?

Look, I get it.

Nobody wants to admit the possibility
he was spying right under our noses.

Young lady, let's have a chat.

Sit down, John.

I was about to say...

I'm the one to blame.

I wanted to believe in Sandy
more than anyone.

But blame right now
is beside the point.

In light of what Harris told me,

we have to reconstruct the events
leading to Sandy's death.

What was he doing
outside the embassy that day?

Who was he meeting with?

And were they really passing secrets
back and forth?

Yes?

None of this is gonna be easy
if we're confined to campus.

- What's your name?
- Hensleigh.

Alan Hensleigh.

Yeah, I'm working on that, Alan.

Expect the lockdown
to be lifted by tomorrow.

And get me the transport log for the
last five days and a pouch, please.

Okay, John. You and I are
gonna have that chat now.

[ Door Closes ]

You were given a directive
to make yourself useful to me...

in any way I request or require.

That doesn't give you
license to breeze in here...

and take a dump on my station.

My station.

And either you comply, or I'll have the
marines remove you from the embassy...

and put you on the next plane home.

How did you swing this?
Swing what?

Four days ago, I got the
call tapping me as chief.

Then yesterday, Lockhart
suddenly reverses his decision.

What? That's a perfectly
innocent question.

You really want to
know how I did it?

I asked nicely.

Oh, and, John?

Clean yourself up.

I can smell the booze from here.

[ Ringing]

[ Ringing Continues]

[ Beeps ] So, who
are you avoiding?

This guy from work.
Your boss?

Was.
He thinks he still is.

I'm quitting my job.

Okay.

Something happen?

A lot of things happened.

You seem worried.

They don't...
like quitters.

Might be a problem. You're gonna
need them for a good recommendation.

Yeah, well, as long as they
don't kill me, I'll be happy.

Joke.
[ Chuckles ]

So, uh, what are you gonna do?

What do you mean?

I mean next.

[ Exhales ] Something different.

Do you have
any marketable skills?

Marketable?
I don't know.

Any skills?

Not really.

Do you have a degree?

You mean, like a college,
grad school thing?

- Yeah, generally that's what it means.
- No.

Really?

I'm shocked.
Why?

I don't know, you seem...

sophisticated.

With your half gallon of
schnapps there, of course.

[ Phone Ringing ]

You're not gonna get that, huh?

[ Ringing Continues]

[ Phone Jingles, Vibrates]

- I need to go to the Sadirah Hotel.
- We're on lockdown, ma'am.

According to the transport log, limited
pouch runs to allied embassies are cleared.

Rolling drop at the Sadirah, then on to
the Swedish embassy to deliver this.

[ Engine Starts]

ISI. They sit out here
waiting for us in shifts.

Can't go anywhere without them.

Forget the embassy. Just dump me at
the Sadirah and wait for me there.

Want to share with us
where you're going?

I'll never be more than 10 minutes away.
If I need you, I'll call.

I shouldn't be
more than an hour.

[ Chattering In Urdu ]

[ Chattering, Shouting ]

Fara.
Hey, Carrie.

How was the trip in? Fine.

Taxi from the airport
was a little hairy.

Been working on
the accent. Good.

Good? it's flawless.

Hello, Max.

Evening, governor.
Pip, pip. Cheerio.

- Where's Parvez and Qadir?
- They're prepping the van.

You want me to bring them up?
No, let them finish.

- Are we up on the kid yet?
- Yeah. He's back at school.

Seems to be trying
to get back to his life.

Which is pretty impressive
after, you know...

Where is he now?
In class.

When are we making the approach?
Tomorrow morning.

Talk me through it. it's gonna take
place at the medical college...

in the office of his adviser, where we
think he'll feel safe and respected.

Smart.
Who's the adviser?

Dr. Malik Gorshani. He's chief
of their neurology department.

Neurology. That's the
nervous system, right?

[ Chuckles ]
That's... perfect.

Why? You're nervous?

Well, of course. it's the
start of an operation.

It's good to be nervous.
It keeps you focused.

My heart's going like a steam engine.
Use that energy.

You're a journalist. This is
your chance at a big story.

The best operations are 90% true.
Right.

You are recruiting him, just not
for the reason that he thinks.

And don't press too hard. The objective
is a follow-up meeting, nothing more.

How could he say no?
Max.

Well, it is a seduction, Fara.
There's just no way around it.

Make physical contact
if you can.

Touch his shoulder.
Put a hand gently on his arm.

You're gonna do fine, Fara. Don't worry.
[ Phone Ringing ]

Ah. I gotta get this.
It's my dad.

Hello?
[ Speaking Farsi ]

Is she gonna be okay?

Be careful out there, Max.

The streets are crawling with ISI,
and you're without official cover.

What about the embassy?
Totally in the dark.

Langley?

Langley knows, but they can't help
you out if you get in trouble.

Then we won't.

[ Pounding ]

All right, all right.
I'm coming.

I told you to go fuck yourself,
not come for breakfast.

Come on, Peter. Let me in.

I brought doughnuts.

- Just you.
- Whatever you say.

I won't go to Langley, so Langley
comes to me. Is that what this is?

Can you not accept that I'm
genuinely concerned about you?

- So why the gorilla?
- Jay? He's just my driver.

- I appreciate the concern, but
I'm fine, thank you. -Mmm.

So I can see.
I had a few beers.

I need help sleeping. Big deal. The group takes
care of its own. You know that, and you know why.

I don't belong to you, or to the
group, or to anyone anymore.

Once a scalp hunter, always a scalp hunter.
Isn't that what they say?

That's what you say.
That and “You're my guy, Peter.”

I invested a lot of time
and money in you.

I'm sorry to disappoint.
You should be sorry.

Those morons in the diner
didn't deserve that.

All right, so what now?
Simple.

Convince me that you can keep
your shit together from now on.

Or else what?

I believe they call it “retraining.”

Of course, we both know the
real explanation for all this.

- What's that?
- This isn't about PTSD.

It's about your feelings
for Carrie Mathison.

Are you fucking kidding me?

If she hadn't been in that car,
Sandy Bachman would be alive today.

Is that really what you think?

Tell me I'm wrong.
You're wrong.

I did all I could, and you can
watch it online, for fuck's sake!

I've seen it!
The whole fucking Agency's seen it.

You took your eye off Sandy
to save Carrie.

You left him
to be beaten to death in the str...

[ Grunting ]

[ Groaning, Choking ]

[ Exhales] [ Gasps ]

[ Exhales]

Well done, Peter.

I knew you weren't
that far gone.

Get the fuck out of here.

Have a nice life.

[ Door Closes ]

You all right?

Who was that?

No one.

[ Earphones: Bebop ]

[ Off ]

[ Saul Laughs]

I think I was stretched out in the
lobby of the Commodore Hotel.

[ Martha ] Who was that
awful night manager?

He was Austrian? Edward something?
[ Saul ] Amadeus.

[ Martha Laughing ] Edward Amadeus.
Right. What a creep.

“Would you like a view
of the sea, or the war?”

Saul.

Hello, Carrie.
What's going on?

Didn't you see
your new security team?

They're right outside,
unloading their gear.

Well, I hardly expected you
to hand-deliver them.

Listen, I'll catch you later.

- No, no. Please. I didn't mean
to interrupt. - Not at all.

- It was great to see you.
- You too.

Carrie.

You lucked out with her.
She's one of the good ones.

Walk with me, will you?

What the hell, Saul?

So, you're not so happy to see me?
I am not.

Can I ask why? I just
got here myself.

I've got enough on my plate without being
responsible for the safety of a former director.

I'm only here for a few days.

All right. A week.

You should've called first. You're right.
But now that I'm here-

Now that you're here, it looks like
I've reached out to you for help.

That's not exactly
the message I want to send.

Well, now that I'm here,
do you need my help? No.

Yes.

What can I do?

One thing, and then promise
me you'll go home. I promise.

[ Sighs ]

The ambassador's
got the embassy locked down.

I need your friend to lift the order so
my case officers can get back to work.

Done.

[ Headphones: Chair Squeaks On Floor]

Hello, Aayan.

Aayan, this is Fara Sassani,

the journalist from London
I was telling you about.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Dr. Gorshani.

Well, you're a brave young man.
Thanks for meeting me.

The only reason I'm here is because Dr.
Gorshani insisted that I meet with you.

- Okay.
- No, not “okay.”

Done that. Met you.
I'm gonna go now.

Aayan, please.

- I've come a long way.
- You don't understand.

- Even if you are who you say you are, I
can't talk to you. - If I am who I say I am?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

I have to go.

Aayan, please.

Sorry.
Don't be.

We don't have to do this now,
if you don't want to.

We can meet tomorrow.
Or next week.

Just please,
please leave me alone.

Please.

[People Shouting]

[Shouting Continues ]

[ Keyboard Clicks]

[Shouting Continues ]

- It's under the seat!
- It's not here!

Fuck!

- Help! Please!
- Get off me!

Carrie!

[ Sandy]
Help me! Quinn! No!

- Carrie, no!
- We can't just leave him here!

He's gone! There's nothing we can do!
Now, get down!

You couldn't get through to him
because he was scared?

He wasn't just scared,
he was terrified.

What were his exact words?

It wasn't what he said. It was the look
on his face. I felt so bad for him.

The thing is,
he just got more valuable.

The fact that he's being told to shut up
means he knows something or saw something.

What about a second approach?

Happy to try, but I doubt the
result would be any different.

Is a snatch and grab
out of the question?

No way I get authorization to interrogate
the only surviving victim...

of a botched kill mission.

What then?

Let me think on it.

Best view in Islamabad.

[ Laughs ] Which
isn't saying much.

I thought you were gonna
join us for dinner.

I got busy.
Yeah, I heard.

If you've got something
to say, just say it.

You were outside the embassy,
in violation of my order.

Who told you that?
Redmond?

No.

Really.

[ Sighs ]

How about we start again,
you and me?

Funny. Saul just suggested
the same thing.

And?

Hey, I'm all for it.

He likes you, Saul does.
He doesn't like many people.

Well, I should hope so.
We almost got married once.

What?

We were young, we were stupid.
It was Beirut.

Thank God we came to our senses.

He never said a word.

How very discreet of him.

But I want you to know
I'm not doing it for him.

Doing what?
Rescinding the lockdown.

You're not?

I'm doing it
because you were right.

I can't complain about bad
relations with Pakistan...

while at the same time doing
nothing to make them better.

Thank you. Well,
don't thank me yet.

I want enhanced security
measures in place first,

and I want daily updates
from you, in person.

Deal.

Smoke another with me?

Sure.

[ Items Clattering ]

[ Inhales ]

[ Clattering Continues]

What are you doing?
You okay?

You went out pretty hard last night.
I was worried.

What are you doing? Just
policing the area a little bit.

I see that. Dust
quickly becomes dirt.

Then before you know it, you owe
me your entire security deposit.

Can you just stop?

- What? Cleaning?
- Talking.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Scoffs ]

Did I do something wrong here?

No. I just think
you should leave now.

Okay, I'll go.

Okay.

I'll get my stuff.

[ Sighs ]

Can I say something before I go?

All this... it has to do with that
CIA guy on the news, right?

Couldn't help but overhear.

You don't know what you heard or
didn't hear. Do you understand?

Jesus!
Peter, you're scaring me.

You should be scared. These
people do not fuck around.

[ Scoffs ]

What I wanted...

to say to you...

is that nobody should have to go
through what you went through.

Nobody.

And if that guy shows up here
again, I'd say it to his face.

I'd like to see that.

I really would.

I went to the store.

There's, um... a, uh,
roast chicken in the fridge...

and some eggs and cereal, you know,
to go along with your liquid diet.

And, um...

whoever Carrie is,

she's a lucky girl.

[ Door Opens, Closes]

Morning.

Lockdown was lifted.
Hallelujah.

What else can I do for you?

Go home.

She was your fiancée?

For about two minutes
a hundred years ago.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, we haven't really been
talking much lately, Carrie.

I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

I wanted to pick up the phone so many times,
but what I wanted to talk about I couldn't.

I still can't.

[ Sighs ]

Tyranny of secrets.

Well, the tyranny
of keeping them.

So...

What are you doing today
with your newfound freedom?

I can't tell you.

I can guess, can't I?

Sure. You got two
problems, far as I see.

One, you need to get Sandy's
networks up and running again.

Check. Two, you don't know
who you can trust yet.

So you need to set up a second station
somewhere with your own people,

independent of the embassy.

You've done that already.

Well, that was quick.

When's your plane, Saul?

Tomorrow morning.

- Thank you.
- Happy hunting.

Here is your coffee.

[ Speaking Urdu ]

[ Urdu ]

[Woman Groaning, Whimpering ]

Hello?

Hello?
Can you hear me?

[ Groaning Continues]

Excuse me. I'm a doctor.
I can help you.

You're in trouble, Aayan.

Who are you?

My name is Carrie Macpherson.
Fara Sassani works for me.

Oh, the journalist.

I'm her London bureau chief.
Let me go, please.

Let me out! Please!
[ Grunting ]

Shh.

Hold on.
What?

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

No, I thought I heard somebody.

Listen, Aayan.

You are part
of an important story.

I want to be the one to tell it,

on behalf of your family,

all the people who were killed
at Dande Darpa Khel...

and all those who may yet die
at the hands of the CIA.

I can't tell you.
I cannot talk to you.

What are you scared of?
Who's threatening you?

Because I can protect you,
Aayan.

I can even get you out of Pakistan,
if that's what you want.

In exchange for what?

I told you.

- Your story.
- I can't do...

Do you want to continue your studies
in England or the United States?

I can do that too.

How does the Royal College of Physicians
sound? Royal College of Physicians?

It's not a problem.

I'm putting my card
in your pocket.

Okay?

You won't ever see me again
if you don't want to.

But you should want to.

Especially if you're
in any kind of danger.

Look, look, I don't
want-Go, go, go.

Tell them I had women's problems.
I was cramping.

Whatever you decide,

I'm truly sorry
for what happened to you.

And I wish you luck.

[ Sighs ]

[ Computer: People Shouting]

[Shouting Continues ]

Fuck me.

[ Microwave Oven Whirring ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Please don't say
you pocket-dialed me.

We never had a chance.

What do you mean?

- In the car with Sandy. - What makes
you say that? Are you all right?

It was premeditated-the whole
thing, from start to finish.

There was a guy in the crowd with an
earpiece coordinating the whole thing.

Are you sure?

I just sent you the link. Go
to your computer. Hold on.

All right, got it.

See the guy on the corner? Yeah.

He's wearing a comm, Carrie.

Jesus, Quinn.

We never had a chance.

- You recognize him?
- I don't.

But he's gotta be
Pakistani Intelligence, right?

No one else could've pulled
something like this off

The question is... why?

- What do you mean?
- Sandy was blown.

He was already gonna have to
leave the country. Why kill him?

Quinn.
What?

This changes everything.
It means I really need you now.

No, I'm sorry, Carrie.
I can't do that.

I wouldn't ask you if there was
somebody else here I could count on.

Don't make me beg.

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

Please. Please.

- Shit, Carrie.
- I know.

You're the hardest person
in the world to say no to.

Is that a yes?

God, I fucking love you, Quinn.
You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

[ Crickets Chirping ]

[Keys Clack, Bell Dings ]