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Previously on "Homeland"...
I'm not getting any better!

Can't you get that
through your fuckin' skull?

- Let me go.
- Let me go.

Sekou is under arrest

for material support
of terrorism.

The government has offered
a plea bargain.

But I'm not guilty.

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

Do you keep photos of

dead American soldiers
on your laptop?

What I saw was an angry kid.

- Who's down there?
- I told you. Peter Quinn.

He's been in the hospital,

and now he's with us
for a while.

His name is Saad Mahsud.

He's working for the FBI.

Fucking Conlin, he doesn't care
about anything.

All he keeps saying is just
get him to take the money.

You can fix this.
You can tell the truth.

You fucked up by coming here.

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

Oh, my God. It's a robbery!

Nobody fucking move!

You think I'm advising the next
President of the United States?

I think her entire
national security platform

came right out of
that head of yours.

We have intel from our partners

that the Iranians are cheating
on the nuclear deal.

There's an Iranian bag man,
Farhad Nafisi.

The Israelis are gonna
pick him up.

Dar told me they have evidence
of a parallel program

with North Korea.
- Mossad can't be trusted

to be even remotely objective
on this.

- What do you suggest?
- Saul Berenson.

The nuclear arrangement started
with Saul. He wants it to work.

You're going to Abu Dhabi.
The Mossad Operation.

You've really never seen this?

The first revolution

is when you change your mind
about how you look at things

and see 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 why
we 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. Got an
agitated non-compliant patient.

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

- Peter Quinn.
- Peter Quinn.

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 U.S. 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?

Quinn. Quinn. Quinn!

Quinn, it's me.

Quinn. Shh.

It's me. It's Carrie.

You're okay. You're okay.
You're in my house.

You're safe. You're safe.

Shh.

That must have been some dream.

Just breathe.

Quinn, no. Quinn, no.

Hey, come on, Quinn!
What are you doing?

I-I thought you were...

No, I wasn't.

Oh, shit.

Mommy?

Hey, sweetheart?
Go back upstairs, okay?

Go on. Mommy will be
right there.

Okay. Quinn...

You're coming down from
a lot of medication. I get that.

But if you're gonna be
living in my home

with me and my daughter...

- I'm gonna be out all day.

Uh... Franny's gonna go
with her nanny after school.

- Should I call Max to...
- I don't need a babysitter.

- Fine.

Reda?

I need you in the office now.

- What's goin' on?
- Conlin just called

to ask why the hell you were
harassing his informant.

I expected him to report
the meeting.

Which is why you should've
avoided him in the first place.

When can you be here?

Uh, soon as I get Franny
to school.

As fast as you can.

- Fuck.

They're still with us.

Police?

- No. SSD.
- Lose 'em.

How we doin'?

Still there.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Mr. Greenburg?

Hold on.

Hey, you called me.

I'm just having
an honest reaction here.

And no, it isn't
business as usual.

I'm gonna fight you on this.
Goodbye.

- Who was that?

Ortiz. They're withdrawing
the plea deal.

- What?
- Yeah, we're going to trial.

And that means
Sekou's looking at 15 years

- in a Federal Supermax.
- Come on, Reda.

- They can't do that, can they?
- Withdraw the plea deal?

Sure they can,
given sufficient grounds.

And defying a court order
on an issue

of national security
is plenty sufficient.

There must be some way
to fight this.

How 'bout going back
to the judge?

It was her order you defied,
Carrie.

I hardly think we'll get
a friendly audience there.

But Saad told the FBI
to back off.

He told them that Sekou
was no threat.

They practically had to shove
the five grand down his throat,

for Chrissake! I mean,
surely, we can use that.

How? By putting you on
the stand? Last time I checked,

you were still a member
of the defense team.

Simone was there, too.
She heard everything.

She's the defendant's sister.
Not a credible witness either.

This isn't the arrangement
we made, Carrie.

- What do you mean?
- Our partnership.

You were supposed
to secure funding,

investigate, advise.
What you weren't supposed to do

was take matters
into your own hands,

break the law.

- I'm sorry, Reda. I fucked up.
- Yeah.

You did.

- Where you going?
- Downtown to the MDC

to tell Sekou what's going on.
- No, I'll do it.

That's not necessary.

No. It's my fault.
I'll tell him.

This yours?

I share it with a girlfriend.

Very nice.

Business is good.

You can leave your money
over there.

Here.

Come on.

There's a killer view
from the bedroom window.

What is this?

Don't try to talk. You won't
be able to for a while.

Probably a good thing, too.

That way, we can skip
all the formalities.

You know, demanding to speak
to your consul,

threatening a grave
diplomatic incident, et cetera.

You are Farhad Nafisi, a member
of the Iranian delegation

to the Ninth International
Conference

on Applied Aerospace Science
and Technology.

Not your only reason
for being here, though.

In fact, you've attended
very little of the conference.

Truth is, your main purpose here

is to negotiate
an illegal arms deal

on behalf of the Iranian
Revolutionary Guard Corps...

with a little personal business
on the side.

I understand, believe me.

I can only imagine how dismally
these would be viewed

by your superiors
back in Tehran,

especially when
it's revealed to them

that your little Mina
is actually Mossad.

At best, your career as
a government official is over.

At worst... well,
you know better than I do.

Let's just say certain organs
of State Security

would be involved.

Mm.

What do you want?

I want you to think about
everything I've said.

Catch your breath.

In five minutes or so,
we'll be into your phone.

I'll be back then.

The Iranian delegation
does everything in groups.

Eat in groups, shop in groups,
go for walks in groups.

Not Nafisi. He's different.

He holds himself apart.

Dines alone,
walks the beach alone.

Plus, he gets here two days
after the others.

Presumably on the heels of
his alleged trip to North Korea.

Nothing "alleged" about it.
We have footage of him

boarding a private plane
in Tehran,

which was then tracked
to Samjiyon Airbase.

With a refueling stop
in southern Russia.

And I understand
a change of aircraft.

You don't really know if he got
as far as North Korea, do you?

It's the logical conclusion.

I'm not here to draw
conclusions. I'm here

to find objective evidence
of a parallel nuclear program.

Forgive me, but I have doubts
about your objectivity.

Everyone knows you support
a deal with Iran.

Just as everyone knows
you're already convinced

they're cheating on it.

Where's my lawyer?

Where's Mr. Hashem?

I need to talk to you
about something.

Sekou, do you remember the judge

who ordered us
to stay away from Saad?

Yeah. So?

I disobeyed the judge's order.
I found Saad.

Why?

I thought I could make him admit
something that would help us.

Did he?

Yes.

But we can't use it.

And he reported me to the FBI.

And as a consequence,

the government has withdrawn
your plea offer.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't interested in
their offer anyway.

Seven years?
Forget that.

I don't think you understand.

Understand what?

Where's Mr. Hashem?

Sekou, just...
just listen, okay?

There is no more plea offer.

Not for seven years,
not for three.

The government has decided
to take your case to trial.

But we can't go to trial.

Mr. Hashem said
that would be a mistake.

Yeah, I know what he said.

Yeah, he said I could get
15 years.

The thing is, we don't have
a choice anymore.

Well, then, tell them that
I'll take the plea.

Tell them I will take
the seven years. Just tell them.

It's no longer an option.
I defied a court order.

I am s...

I am so, so sorry.

You're sorry?

I could be 40 years old
before I get outta here!

Look, I will find a way
to fix this.

- What are you talkin' about?!

- Somebody! Get me out of here!
- Hey. I promise you...

Help!
Get your hands off of me!

How could you do this to me?

Feeling better, I hope. You
gonna tell me about

your dealings with First
Emirates Bank here in Abu Dhabi?

Joseph.

Open your eye.

Open it. Open it wide.

Open it. There you go.

Got it.

Good.

Says here you have
$120 million line of credit

at First Emirates,

Little over half of which was
accessed in the last week.

So?

Compliant banks,
correspondent accounts,

these are the same tactics used
to counter UN sanctions,

fund Hezbollah,
export your revolution

to the rest of the world.

Is that a compliment?

What's the money for this time?

You're not Israeli, are you?
You're American.

Answer the question.

But I thought
we were friends now.

Friends don't sponsor terrorism.
What's the money for?

A down payment on a delivery

of Russian anti-aircraft
batteries.

S-400?
- You've heard of her?

Well, of course you hav.

She's a beast, no?

Not scheduled for deployment
till late next year.

Yeah.
We're getting ours early.

How'd you swing that?

Apparently, Mr. Putin
believes in discouraging

our Zionist neighbors from
starting the next World War.

I hope they're listenin.

First Emirates Bank
is a known facilitator

for countries trying to sell
parts and technology

tied to nuclear weapon systems.

Ah.

So that's what all this
is about?

Well, that and your recent trip
to Samjiyon Airbase.

Excuse me, but no.
Now you've got the wrong man.

I've never been to North Korea.

You landed in Irkutsk first,

then onward in a different plane

to Samjiyon.

I was in Irkutsk to meet
with Kremlin officials.

It's where the S-400
is manufactured,

for your information.
- And after that, you went

to North Korea to discuss
a parallel program there.

Fantasy. You... you have
no evidence of this whatsoever.

What's the range
of the S-400?

More than 250 miles.

- Up to what altitudes?
- 90,000 feet.

How many targets can it track
simultaneously?

300, with the ability
to engage 36 of them

at any one time.

I'm... I'm free to go?

You can go, but you're not free.

Copies of these photographs

can be e-mailed to everyone on
your contact list at any time.

Understood?

Something you should know.

What?

Iran doesn't want
a nuclear weapon.

It never did.

- Nonsense.
- It's true.

Three decades of sanctions
were killing us.

We had to find a way
to get them lifted.

So we started spinning
centrifuges.

That got some attention.

So we spun some more.
Even more attention.

In the end, all we had to do

was negotiate away a program

we never wanted
in the first place.

We'll be in touch,
Mr. Nafisi.

What are you doing?

- You're letting him go?
- I am.

You believe that bullshit
for one minute?

- I didn't. No.
- I don't understand.

The S-400 is classified
as a defensive weapon.

Iran has every right to buy it
under the agreement.

So why is Nafisi drawing funds
from a covert account

to pay for it?

Exactly.

Far more likely,
he's transferring the funds

directly to the North Koreans,

who also use First Emirates as
their bank of choice in the UAE.

And you will tell Dar Adal this?

I will.

Thank you.

You must be gratified.

And you're disappointed.

Just because I believe in
the merits of the deal

doesn't mean
I'm any less concerned

about Iran cheating on it.

Then it's as we feared?
A parallel program?

Well...

it was complicated.

I don't understand.
You didn't break him?

He was IRGC-trained.

Breaking would have taken days.
We had hours.

Who did the interview?

I just told you, I did.

Goddamn it, Saul. You should've
put Tovah on him.

It was her operation.
She made the call.

Well, what do I tell
the President?

What do I tell Keane?

Just thinking about that.

It's déjà vu, Dar.

- We've been here before.
- What do you mean?

Well, the last time
we were wrong about WMDs,

turned into
a national nightmare.

Are we wrong here?

No, I don't think so, but...

I didn't think so then either.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Listen, I gotta go.

I'll write up the report
on the flight home.

Good.

I just needed the folder,
Mr. Greenburg. For the shredder.

Oh, no worries.
I can do it.

- You sure?
- Truth is, I love to shred.

Come on, guys.

Get your stuff.

Honey, uh, take the boys inside.
I'll be in, in a sec, huh?

All right.

- Hey, Roger.

Christ, Carrie.
You should've called first.

Old habits.

This is my home.

- I need a favor.
- Of course you do.

I need the transcript of a call
placed between these two numbers

within 24 hours of this date.
- No way.

Just listen.

This is a call between
an FBI agent and his informant.

- Definitely no way.
- Discussing a kid I represent.

The government's saying
he's a terrorist. He's not.

First of all, we...
we don't have access

to actual conversations,
just a record of their calls.

- Oh, please.
- Even if we did,

this is the kind of thing
that kills careers.

I shouldn't even be
talking to you.

Come on, Roger. We went out
on some limbs for each other,

way out on some limbs.
- It's different now.

Look, this isn't Baghdad.

Please. I fucked up
this kid's life.

He could get sent away
for 15 years.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Bye, Carrie.

I'm gonna text you
those numbers anyway.

Saul, where the hell are you?

About to cross into
the West Bank, actually.

What happened?
Why the change of plan?

Guilt happened.

Your crazy sister, huh?

I didn't make it to
her husband's funeral last year.

And I am in the neighborhood.

- How long you plan to stay?
- Couple days,

or until we murder each other,
whichever comes first.

I gotta say, you picked
an odd time for it.

I'm just about to go in
and brief Keane.

What are you gonna say?

That we're still
developing the intel.

Sounds right. 'Bout time
you learned to stand

on your own two feet anyway.
- I'm hanging up now.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, sir, I understand...

Sir. This way.

Madame?

Sit, please.

I understand you're going to
brief me on Abu Dhabi.

That's correct.

And I assume The President's
been briefed.

He has. Last night.

Not by me, but yes,
he's up to speed.

Rob's not going anywhere if
that's what you're waiting for.

You two broke bread
on this subject already.

Where's Mr. Berenson?

He's still in the field.

I wanna talk to him
when he gets back.

- If you wish.
- I wish.

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news.

It appears Iran is violating
the nuclear agreement.

How?

By pursuing a parallel program
in North Korea.

"Appears to be."

The evidence is
more than credible.

Saul calls it conclusive.

Mr. Berenson does.

Yes.

How soon before they actually
have a weapon?

Well, as you're aware,
the North Koreans already do.

The issue now is compatibility.

That is, pairing
the existing warheads

with Iranian ballistic missiles.

Motherfuckers.

Who else knows about this?

The Israelis, of course.
The British.

Jesus. Just how big
does this club get?

That's up to the President.

The question is, what's he
going to do about it?

Okay, what would you do?

Call the Iranians out?

I would. Yes.

I'd also impose
snapback sanctions,

sail the Fifth Fleet into
the Strait of Hormuz,

stop all this
accommodating the enemy.

Is that what you're advising
the President to do?

I'm not advising him
to do anything.

My job is to present
intelligence,

not recommend policy.

Unless you're asked.

That's right.

Well, you can guess how I feel
about your advice.

I'm an old spy, Madame.
I trust old friends.

New ones? Not so much.

Well, I'm gonna try
not to take that personally.

That's not what I meant.

I hope not.

Otherwise, you should feel free
to ask the Director

for someone you're
more comfortable with.

You know what? I don't think so.
I think I'll stick with you.

As you wish.

I wish.

- Hey, Carrie.
- Hi. Is Reda in yet?

Haven't seen him. Some flowers
came for you, though.

Flowers? From Mr. During?

Don't know.
They're in your office.

Good morning.

Did he agree to meet our guy?

- He won't do it.
- Work him harder.

- Come on, Conlin.
- You wanna finish your time?

You know I don't.

You gotta push him
to meet Hafiz.

I'm... I'm telling you,
he flat out refused.

Were you wired up
when he said all that?

Well, like always.

Delete the conversation.

- What'd you say?
- You heard me.

Delete the recording.

You're really something,
Mathison.

I gotta hand it to you.

You are a dog
with a fucking bone.

Your own informant tells you
the kid is harmless.

And what do you do? You just
keep pushing and pushing.

- Who's the one with the bone?
- He was on the brink.

Not even close. Even if
he was, when did we start

arresting people for crimes
they might commit?

Somewhere between 9/11
and Orlando.

Is that also when we started
fabricating evidence

and obstructing justice?

Look... I don't know
where you got that tape,

but it ain't gonna hold up.

I'll take my chances.

What do you want?

All charges dropped.

Ha. Are you high?

Sekou Bah cleared and released
by tomorrow morning,

or this goes to
the Attorney General.

Saul.

Been too long.

I'll admit, I was surprised
to hear from you.

I should've come
when Moshe died.

Come.

We'll have a meal,
then we can talk.

This way.

I remember.

A lot more houses since
the last time I was here.

We've grown.
Almost tripled in size.

View's the same.

Moshe chose this spot

so the Arabs could see us
every day

and know we're never leaving.

I remember that, too.

That's Daniel.
His 7th birthday.

That's Jacob,
Dabi and Rebecca's third son.

- Mm.
- He's 6 now.

Looks like his father.

He's always getting
into trouble,

so naturally, he's my favorite.

Does that bother you?

I don't hear it anymore.

- Now, Saul...

Tell me about Mira.

What happened?

What happens between people.

I made promises
and didn't keep them.

She did the same.

I'm sorry.

Seems like a million years ago.

And there's been no one since?

No.

I wish you could stay
for Shabbat.

Both boys come with their wives
and all the children.

Maybe next time.

I tell them stories
about Indiana,

being one of eight Jewish
families in the entire town.

How you were my protector.

Hey, even when you
didn't want my protection.

We were so close.

After I married Moshe,

you practically disappeared
from my life.

I visited when I could.

Afternoon now and then.

Moshe and I saw things
differently.

He was my husband.

You could've tried to
understand his point of view.

Did he try to understand mine?

You could've bent a little
for my sake.

There's no bending
with a fanatic.

After you met him...

You changed.

Moshe opened my eyes

to the false life that mother
and father had us living...

exchanging Christmas presents
with the neighbors,

doing everything we could

not to offend anyone
with our Jewishness.

Moshe made me proud to be a Jew.

He turned you
against your family.

He brought you to live
in a place that's not yours,

where you don't belong.

Please, Saul, let's not do this.

Haven't you driven enough people
from their homes already?

Bulldoze their villages,

seized their property under laws
they had no part in makin'?

This land was promised
to Abraham.

Ah, yes. Promise.

A covenant with God made
thousands of years ago.

Doesn't that strike you
as a form of insanity?

You don't understand, Saul.
You never have.

I love the life
that God has given me.

How can you love making enemies?

How can you love knowing that
your very presence here

makes peace less possible?

I have a family, a community,

a life filled with faith
and purpose.

Saul... what do you have?

- Hey.

- What is this, a group home?
- Come on, let's go.

What do you want, baby?
You wanna party?

No, I wanna see
your boyfriend, Tommy.

Oh, well... he's not gonna
give you your money back.

I don't want my money back.

Then what?

That's between him and me.

What do you say you and I
go eat some Thai instead?

Just give me the keys.

Baby, don't do this.

- Please?
- Which one is his?

I can get you what you need,
and we can have a good time.

Tommy...

He will fuck you up.

Now are you going to tell me
or do I have to start...

...knocking on doors?

Number 18.

Thank you.

Yo, hold on!

Clarice ain't here.

Oh, I'm not looking for Clarice.

What then?

Business.

I saw a video of you on YouTube,
gettin' gassed in the shower.

- Ah, I haven't seen it.
- Yeah, you lived it, I guess.

- You wanna sit?

No, I'm good.

Hey, man, if I knew who you was,

I never would've
knocked you out.

- Ah.
- But you just kept dancin'.

Yeah, I hear music sometimes.

- How much for your gun?
- What?

I-I wanna buy your gun.
How much?

It's not for sale.

I figure you paid $700 for it.
I'll give you $1,500.

$2,000.

Okay, $2,000.

Uh, with a free bump.

Deal.

Oh! Jesus Christ!
What the fuck, man?!

Fuckin' spaz.

Fuck, man! Aah!

So...

That's the $2,000 I owe you.

Less the $2,000 you stole
from me, leaves what?

How much I owe you now?

Z-zero. N-nothing.

You're fucking right.

Hi, Carrie.
Good evening.

Phone.

You know,
I don't know your name.

- Thoms.
- Thoms, I'm Carrie.

It's nice to see you again,
Carrie.

Carrie, thank you for coming.

Of course.

Have a seat.

I have been coming here
for years.

Aaron proposed to me
in this restaurant.

Not here.
Out there, but...

I won the place in the divorce.

It's almost true. He got
the house in Lake Placid,

and I got exclusive rights
to the steak au poivre.

- Wine?
- Oh, not for me, thanks.

Although, I could use it.

Right. Forgot. Sorry.

No, no, it's fine.

Let's get business out
of the way before we order.

Tell me.

This question with Iran,

it could get me stuck
in the starting blocks.

I had a visit from Dar Adal.

He outlined some very unpleasant
options in the event

that Iran has found a way
around the IAEA inspections.

And have they?

Apparently,
that parallel program's

underway in North Korea.

Saul Berenson said this.

Mr. Berenson wasn't
in the meeting,

but his report called
the evidence conclusive.

Really? He used that word,
"conclusive"?

According to Mr. Adal,
he did.

So you didn't actually see
the report yourself.

No.

- Ask for it. Read it.
- Why?

Intelligence officers usually
hedge their bets. It's...

It's kind of an art form.

We use phrases like
"best judgment,"

or, I don't know,
"degree of confidence."

That's why when George Tenet
said "slam dunk,"

we all sat up in our chairs.

Hmm.

The other thing you need to do,

if you don't mind me saying...

- Please, it's why you're here.
- Reach out to President Morse

and make sure he knows
that you're unconvinced.

That way,

whether the Iranians are
cheating on the deal or not,

no decision gets made
without your input.

I will.
I'll do that tonigh.

And thank you.

You know they sy that presidents

don't make new friend.

I'm hoping we're the exception
that proves the...

Get down.

I said get down.