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Previously on "Homeland"...

This woman was in here
four days ago.

It's just one transfer.
$9,950.

She got off a turnpike
four times on her way there,

and there's a cash place
at each exit.

- So do I bring her in?
- She's not our target.

We've gotta connect her
and the money to Wellington.

- How?
- An operation,

The kind of thing
we used to do in Kabul.

- I'm in.
- The Seroquel, avoid it.

And these are for when
she's too down.

You gotta watch me,
tell me when to medicate.

- What, you won't know yourself?
- No.

Call the medics!
We need help here!

Special Agent
Goodman now a hostage.

You shot a kid,

a 16-year-old boy.

There's a hospital less than
20 minutes from here.

I wanna move him.

You said you'd hand yourself
over before anyone got hurt,

but you're still here.

There's a news report
about J.J.

- What is this?
- Tell 'em it is not true.

Fucking government.
I knew it.

He's fine! Wounded boy's father
executed the hostage.

FBI Commander ordered
everyone in.

We've been betrayed!

Elizabeth Keane
has broken the truce.

- You have to stop this.
- Too late. Done.

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Carrie, you're not yourself.

But you don't have
my condition.

I'm dealing with it.
I-I've been dealing with it

since I was 22.

She said no one at work
could know. She's bipolar.

The mood of the country,
it's not great.

Civil... War.

Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

It's only getting worse.

Is there no fucking line?

Ridiculous lies and accusations.

The White House
is in crisis mode.

We're talking
about information warfare.

Our country
is under attack.

The time to rise up is now!

I swore an oath
to protect it.

Just think of me
as a light on the heavens,

a beacon steering you clear
of the wrongs.

Look out! Stay calm!

Killers! You're murderers!

- Uhh!
- You all right?

Yeah.

19 dead, three of them children.

Well, I tried.

I told you nobody was
listening to me anymore.

Bullshit.

It's all you.

Planting a story,
doctoring up fake accounts,

posting hundreds of tweets.
Right outta your playbook.

I-I don't know what the hell
you're talkin' about.

You turned a clusterfuck
into a goddamn massacre.

Hey, where... where... where do
you think that I've been

for the last two months?

I've been hiding out
in root cellars.

I don't have that kind of
infrastructure anymore.

Not to mention...

Jesus Christ,
I had talked...

I had talked
to that family.

I spent time.

Okay.

If not you, who then?

Sir, David Wellington called.

They need you
back at the White House.

You could've stopped this.

I had you walking out the door.

Anson?

...but stayed
heavily involved

in Cuban policy. Then in...

Anson.

- You in here?
- Oh, fuck me.

Get out of my house.

This isn't a house.

I swear to fucking God.

You smell bad.

...students
marching in the streets...

- Offer me a beer.
- No.

Donna said
she threw you out.

Why would you call her?

Because you wouldn't
pick up the phone.

What do you think
that means?

You took a sledgehammer
to the family room?

I'm renovating.

What, are you
a marriage counselor now?

How long
you been out of work?

Three months.

Same as everybody.

You okay? Donna says
you're falling apart,

but she says
a lot of things.

Yeah, you know
how Donna used to say

she thought I was
fucking you, but...

That's 'cause
I was fucking you.

I'm putting a team together.

You're first on my list,
so I need to know

if you're really losing it
or just acting out.

Maslin was the ranking
officer on the scene,

authorized to respond
in real time to events

as they unfolded.

When a federal agent
was executed,

he thought the situation
had become too volatile

to continue at arms length.

I was
three feet away from him.

He was not evaluating
the volatility of the situation.

He lost a man. He overreacted.

Maslin deferred to
the National Security Advisor

whenever he could,
although it was

an unusual command structure
to have in place

in a tactical situation.

Mr. Berenson was there
at the President's request.

That was made clear,
more than once.

Ma'am, I think there's a larger
issue here we're ignoring.

- What's that?
- If Brett O'Keefe wasn't

responsible for the fake news,
and I don't think he was,

we need to consider
the possibility

it originated overseas.

Overseas where?

Usual suspects.

So we're gonna blame
the Russians for this, too.

I'm talking about
information warfare.

Is there actual evidence
of their involvement?

Nothing yet, but I know of
some events in Eastern Europe

that looked remarkably similar.

The FBI shot a kid long before
anyone manipulated the news.

That is on us. We can all

point fingers next week,
it'll be a world of fun,

but this thing is still
metastasizing on the ground.

What exactly is the event
this evening?

A memorial service in Richmond.

We had rioting
for most of the night.

- I'm sure we'll see it again.
- Rioting or demonstrations?

- It's a fine line.
- It certainly is.

After the memorial service,

there's a rally in front
of the state capitol building.

We could be looking at
thousands of people.

And support rallies
in other cities,

- which could escalate.
- What's our crowd control plan?

At this point,
we're taking our cue

from local law enforcement.

I like your thinking, Tom.

When there's machine gunfire in
the heart of historic Richmond,

I'll let the country know
we took our cue

from local law enforcement.

We broke it, we bought it.

I want ideas on David's desk
in an hour.

David, hold on a second.
The more I think about it,

- the more I'm thinking Russia.
- Saul... nobody appreciates

the experience you bring
to the table more than me,

but you heard the President.

Right now, we're trying
to prevent what was

once fondly known as
the Capital of the Confederacy

- from burning to the ground.
- It's what they do, David...

exploit existing divisions
wherever they find them.

I get that.

Just let us deal with
this crisis first.

Then we'll look at
the Russian angle, okay?

I need a plane.

Simone Martin was in Hazelton,
West Virginia, with $50,000

the day before McClendon
died... that we know.

But was she aware of
what she was doing,

or did David Wellington just
tell her to dead drop the cash?

My guess
is the latter.

So we're pretending
to be prison guards.

- Yeah, or their cousins.
- We think 50 grand is bullshit

for killing a General.
We want real money.

- You got a safe house?
- No, we're not kidnapping her.

Shake her up, follow her
upstream to Wellington.

- That's it.
- Then we've tied Wellington

to the murder.
That's all we care about.

Like Peshawar.
The guy in the bath.

Yeah, or Karachi.

Before you stole the car.

- I didn't steal the car.
- Who was driving? Me?

Can we not with
the two of you?

Karachi... before
she stole the car.

- Low-vis kit?
- Yeah.

- Who's shopping?
- Me.

- I'm making you a list.
- When's D-Day?

I don't know. Simone has a late
meeting at her office tonight.

Aside from that, she has
events every night this week.

- Public ones.
- I like her office for this.

Okay. Tonight.

Seems fast to me.

Today? It's a big operation.

- It shouldn't be a problem.
- What if the building

doesn't clear?
I mean, somebody works late.

Then we slip a few days
to the right.

What if she asks who told us
she was the courier?

Punch her in the face.
We don't know who told us.

- Change the subject.
- Don't punch her in the face.

- It's a turn of phrase.
- Don't punch her in the face.

- Fine.
- All right, we gotta get goin'.

Let's write up a Christmas list,
see where we're at.

- Can I open these stroopwafels?
- Open 'em up.

The church where they're
holding the memorial

is right across the street
from the Capitol Building.

So the crowd's gonna
start big and get bigger

once the service lets out.

FBI are sending
SWAT and HRT

to supplement local
and state at the rally.

The church agreed
to metal detectors.

We'll be sure there are
no guns inside,

but we can't do anything
about the crowds out front.

Virginia's an open carry state.

I think we're gonna see a good
bit of firepower on display.

You talk to the governor
about the National Guard?

Yeah, Wyatt's being
a real motherfucker.

Thinking about a Senate run,
doesn't wanna piss off

- a crowd of white, rural voters.
- Yeah.

Now you can federalize
the Guard,

but the optics on that are
pretty brutal right now.

Could just exacerbate
the mood on the streets.

Why are there 14 names
on this list?

The people they're honoring
at the service today.

It's the dead
from the compound.

19 people died.

The other five are FBI.

They're still dead,
aren't they?

The event was organized
by families from Lucasville.

Well...

it's not just theirs
anymore, is it?

West of
the perimeter is cleared.

President Keane,
this is Jackie Goodman.

I am...

so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Can I?

Ohh.

What a terrible thing.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

You're gonna have
to stop thanking me.

I'm sure I've turned
your home upside down.

- I am not an easy guest.
- Oh, it's good.

You got my sisters out of here
for an hour, so...

Oh. Please, come in.
Make yourself comfortable.

Can I offer you something?

You didn't have
to do all this.

I didn't.

I don't...

I don't even remember
who did, frankly.

You got a lot of family around?
People who can help?

Yeah. Two sisters, a brother,
Ryan's dad.

How long have
you been an agent?

Eight years.

Ryan and I met
at the Academy.

We're gonna see
each other again.

There's a Medal of Valor
I'm gonna present to you

in a few months
in Ryan's honor.

And I'll repeat all of this
because this week

will be nothing but a blur,
but I want you to know,

your husband is a credit to
the Bureau and to this nation.

He was exactly what we hope
our officers will be.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I have
to ask you something.

And it is a difficult thing
to ask, but I honestly think

that lives are at stake,
so I am gonna do it anyway.

Okay.

I would like you to attend
the memorial service tonight.

It's for victims
of the massacre.

And whether or not anyone from
Lucasville sees it that way,

your husband and four other
federal agents

are victims
of that massacre.

I'm... I... I didn't
see that coming. I...

I know. I know.

But this thing keeps
getting worse.

I'm worried about people
killing each other

in the streets tonight.

I-I don't think that me walking
into that church calms anything.

- It might.
- A thousand white separatists

who just lost 15
of their own...

They will have undercover FBI
there to protect you,

but it will be
a difficult place to be.

There is no question.

I'm gonna ask
the other widows as well,

but I wanted to come to you
first because I think

you're the one who will
mean the most.

Because I'm FBI

or because they shot
my husband in the head?

If I tell the American people
we need to stop behaving

like animals,
I am a schoolmarm

or a fascist
and a hypocrite.

I am a lot of things,
none of them useful.

You walk in there...

Picture of restraint.

God knows I never thought
my presidency would be about

telling another woman
to bite her tongue

and turn the other cheek...
any woman, never mind...

But here we are.

Mr. National Security Advisor.

Ivan. Not bad.

We buy this for you?

You certainly helped.

Thank you.
You're a generous people.

Wanna introduce you
to a friend.

This is Kira.

Kira, Saul Berenson.

Hi. Sorry, my hands are gross.
Nice to meet you.

Sorry for interrupting.

Not at all.
Hope you're hungry.

Thank you,
but I can't stay long.

- Just passing through.
- Leave it on.

Kira, we're gonna take a walk
up to the lookout, okay?

I'm glad to see
you're settling in.

I have. Thank you.

How 'bout you?
Still divorced?

Didn't go crawling back
to your wife

after all the trouble
in Berlin?

Fuck off.

Talk to me about
Slovyansk. 2014.

What about it?

Russian state TV reports
Ukrainian soldiers

crucified a boy
in the town square.

Yeah.

Nailed him to a board
for the alleged crimes

of his separatist parents.

That was bullshit.
Never happened.

Of course not.
Directorate Six made it up.

You see the story
about J.J. Elkins

dying unattended
in the hospital?

Virginia?

One couldn't help notice

a similar
operational signature.

You think it was us?

Fake death of one boy
stirred up enough

anti-Ukrainian sentiment in
Russia to justify an invasion.

Fake death of the other
sparked a massacre

that might topple
the presidency.

Yeah. Sure.

But... two events,
years apart.

No, you give us
a lot of credit.

Par for
the fucking course.

I read your debrief
on active measures.

If anything, you ran up
enough efforts

to undermine democracies
all over the world.

Yeah, this was different.

How so?

It's too dangerous,
and too soon

after we were caught with
our hands in your elections.

The one on the end.

Gotta be a whole lot nicer
than the Budapest office.

Did she move here
because of Wellington,

- or was it just good timing?
- I don't know.

Bryan Harris.

Director of
Government Relations.

We have plenty of time.

If we're not ready by the end
of the day, we'll hold off.

I'm not worried.

- Do I look nervous?
- A little bit.

I guess it's been a while since
I've been on an op like this.

You miss it?

Are you kidding?

All the time.

That was real work.

I mean, this is important.
I know that. But...

Nobody grows up dreaming
of taking down criminals

inside their own government.

What do you know about
Yevgeny Gromov.

Yevgeny Gromov.

Well, Gromov was responsible
for that crucifixion story.

I suppose you knew that.

Uh, creative thinker, yeah.

Made an impression
at Directorate Six.

Nobody's seen him
in a couple of years.

May not have lasted.

Yevgeny was a self-promoter.

You don't think the Kremlin
tucked him away somewhere?

With a budget
and a lot of cover?

People say it laid
the groundwork for Brexit.

More or less rethought

active measures
for the Facebook generation.

It's quite a résumé.

You don't buy it?

- One guy? No.
- Well, maybe he's turned

his considerable skills
against the United States.

Know what it's called?

- This?
- Mm-hmm.

Snake River.

- You know why?
- No.

Indians were trying to
communicate with your explorers.

Showed them the river,
made like this with the hand.

Your people thought
it meant "snakes."

Hmm.

What'd it mean?

Fish.

Sometimes, a domestic crisis
is just a domestic crisis.

Karen Motskin. Out.

Copy.

Did I already take
one of these?

- What is it?
- M.

No. You took one at lunch
in the car.

- Nothing since then?
- Um...

I don't wanna zone out, but if
I double up, I'll get jittery.

1:40 p.m. Ten milligrams.

You asked me to keep track.

I did.

Five milligrams. 8:17.

Shut up.

I took a Zyrtec at 1.

Hay fever.

Got eyes on the target.

She's packing up.

And... we're on.

Copy.

- Anson?
- Yeah, we're good to go.

What'd you do
to her car, man?

Disabled the ignition.

- Roadside Assistance.
- My car won't start.

Uh, I think it is the battery.
It's not smoking,

- so it's just dead.
- What's your location?

I'm just in front
of 17401 Corcoran Street

in the District.

I can get a truck to you
in about...35, 40 minutes.

Nothing sooner?

Busy night. May I have
your, uh, member number?

My number is
D-4-1-3-6-6-2-1-8.

David James, out.

Okay, we've got two more left
in the building. Sit tight.

I want a team
on him 24/7.

And nothing leaves the building.
Understood?

Copy that.

Oh, and while
you're at it,

take a look at Kira Korrigan,
with a "K."

May or may not teach
at the ski school.

- Hands-free?
- Yeah.

And he's surveillance-conscious,
so we watch, we listen,

but we do not disturb.
As far as he's concerned,

I still think
he's the happy defector

going about his happy life.
Who knows? Maybe he is.

St. Paul's is
filled to capacity,

demonstrators now beginning
to gather outside

for the rally at the Capitol
that will follow

this evening's
memorial service.

The gathering has been
peaceful so far,

marked by a sense of
solemnity and mourning.

But there is palpable tension
in the air,

in anticipation of
the upcoming rally.

Law enforcement
a prominent presence

throughout the downtown area
and also the target

of much of the anger
on the streets today.

Let's take a live look
inside the church.

You can see
Councilwoman Emily Kent

in the aisle on your right,
greeting Reverend Pyne.

Family of Bo Elkins, slain in
yesterday's confrontation,

seated at the front
of the church.

Mary Elkins and her daughter
Rachel sitting together...

...and directly behind them

- the Kent family...
- Yep.

Who lost three
of their loved ones

in yesterday's tragic
confrontation.

- Okay.
- The Elkins family...

...was sheltering fugitive

radio personality
Brett O'Keefe on their...

No sign of Jackie
at the church.

She won't answer her phone,
her brother won't answer

- his phone.
- Goddamn it.

Okay.

Tell the Mayor we're with him
on water cannons and tear gas.

We don't want rubber bullets,
nothing that looks like a gun

as long
as is humanly possible.

That may not be
a position he can hold.

Do me a fucking favor and tell
him that is what I'd like.

I realize things happen.

National Guard?

- Yeah.
- Reverend Douglas Pyne

is now about
to begin his invocation.

There seems to be some commotion
there at the back of the church.

Not sure yet
what exactly's going on.

There was a rumor that the wives
of the slain FBI agents

- might attend this service.
- Elizabeth.

Seemed unlikely,
but that could be

what we're seeing right now.

- No.
- What are you doing here?

Hey! No one asked you here.

Get the fuck out.

Are you Mrs. Goodman?

Yes.

I'm Mary Elkins.

Come with me, all of you.

Move over, honey.

I want a live feed on
all the networks tonight.

I called about
an hour ago, and you...

you said you were
sending a truck.

Yeah, can I have
your member number?

- Ah. Uh...
- How much longer?

- ...my number is, uh...
- Bennet, you in?

Bennet?

Ten minutes. Bennet's in.

We just need to wait
for the last employee

to get out of the building,
then we're a go.

Ma'am, I got a truck
about two miles away.

It'll be there in about
ten, 15 minutes.

Okay, thank you.

See the door?

Rosen.

That's everybody.

Building's clear.
H.V.1 is sole occupant.

Last call, people. All right,
Bennet, on your go.

Putain.

Andy?

Andy?

J'en ai marre de ça.

Andy?

Stop!

- Stop it.
- Let me go!

Aah!

I said fucking stop it.

Aah!

Don't make me
ask you twice again.

Last week, you brought
$50,000 in cash

to Hazelton, West Virginia.
Yes or no?

I...

I...

Don't try to talk.
Just nod your head.

Here's the deal.

I'm not gonna lie to you,
and you're not gonna lie to me.

That 50 grand was payment

to murder General McClendon
in prison.

Yes or no?

Yes or fucking no?

Good.

Now...

Here's what
you're gonna do next.

You're gonna get me

another 100 grand.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can and you will,

because I will be
outside your house

first thing
Thursday morning.

238 Wygart.
Blue pillows on the bed.

Yeah.

I'm watchin', baby.

I got nothing to do
but you.

Yeah, it's live. Thank you.

That was a little rough,
don't you think?

Hey, that wasn't me.
That was Stein.

H.V.1 is
exiting the building.

She's looking for a cab.
Get ready to move.

Come on, baby. Run to papa.

Why didn't she take the cab?

Carrie, did you hear that
motorcycle on your mic?

We didn't pick it up.

- What?
- Bug's not transmitting.

The bug's dead. Fuck!

She's going to the bar
on the corner.

Dox, are you getting this?
We don't have ears.

I'm going in.

- She's hitting the head.
- Goddamn it.

Anson, that is
why I said we needed

another female on the team,
not for fucking solidarity.

Yeah, that's...
that's my bad.

Max, you got another bug?

- Yeah.
- Pull it.

Go in. I'll call it.

- You sure?
- Go.

Mathison's coming in.

Doxie, is there a back
entrance to this place?

Yeah.

- Who's free?
- Here.

- Bennet?
- I'll cover it.

Drop it in her bag.

Christ.

Oh, shit! I'm such a klutz.

Jesus.

Here.

Thanks.

I really can't drink anymore
like, at all.

Ugh.

You talk to Wyatt?

Aside from the few arrests,
the march was peaceful,

and the crowd at
the State Capitol

is dispersing as we speak.

In a few weeks, quietly reach
out to Mary Elkins.

I wanna meet that woman.

Ma'am, if we can
have you in the chair,

- I need to get a level.
- Yeah.

Hey.

I really need to see you.
Are you home?

I'm in the Oval.

She's about to go live on TV
in, like, three minutes,

but she says
she'll keep it brief.

And then
we're going dark here,

so I should be home
in about 45 minutes.

You wanna meet me there?

Yeah, that's great.

Okay. See you soon.

Excuse me? I will have
a glass of the Cabernet.

Yeah, sure.

Who'd she call?

Wellington. Meeting at
his place in 45 minutes.

She ordered a Cabernet.

What?

Nothin'. Slick is all.

All right, motherfuckers,
we're back in business.

Oh, fuck.

And we're on in three...

Like many of you at home,

I watched the coverage
of the memorial service

honoring the men,
women, and children

killed in Lucasville, Virginia.

I was moved beyond words
to see Jackie Goodman,

Susanna Cole, and Sujin Kim

mourning together with
Mary Elkins, her family,

and all of Virginia
at today's memorial.

Their selfless efforts to
rise above their own pain

and recognize a shared grief
was an instruction to me.

I don't think the message
has ever been clearer.

We cannot allow what divides us
as individuals

to continue to undermine
what unites us as a people,

what brings us together
as Americans.

She's getting an Uber.

- Where to?
- Running the address.

David Wellington's.

We're looking for
an Uber, gray Mazda,

Victor Bravo India 9-3-2.

Copy.

She's leavin'.

Anson, you up?

Yep.

- Simone?
- Yes.

Hey. We're going
to Georgetown?

That's right.

We're on them.

Stay with them.
We'll hang back a few blocks.

Yeah.

That was a nice save.

What, in the van?

Yeah.

You didn't need saving.

I called the op for three
minutes, then you came back.

It was an important
three minutes.

Why do I feel like I'm
getting patted on the head

for a finger-painting?

If you can't take
a compliment, then...

Okay. Fine.

Thank you.

We are
comin' in for a landing.

You got a good view?

Yep.

Thank you.

Have a nice night.

Okay, she's out
of the car.

And she is on her way
to the house.

And there's H.V.2.

- Wellington's home?
- Live and in person.

Hey.

No, man, I gotta
fucking go to work.

I told Shelley I can
rehearse on Saturday...

- Max, what the fuck is that?
- Oh, shit.

Maybe our channels got crossed.

Um... give me a second.

No, no, no, man.

I'm just tired of the bullshit.

Ever since she started dating
that new dude...

The purse.

- The purse, the purse.
- It's the fucking Uber driver.

- She doesn't have the bag.
- She left it.

She left it in the goddamn Uber.

- Fuck! Follow the Uber.
- Hang on.

Max, get Doxie a 20
on the Uber.

Doxie, run down
the fucking Uber.

And say what?

Dude, pick up the phone,
call the driver,

tell him to return
the goddamn bag.

And then he knocks on
Wellington's door

and says, "You called me"?

In ten minutes, he's gonna
realize there's a purse

in his car.
He'll bring it back.

In ten minutes, they will have
discussed this already.

Blackmail about a prison hit
ordered by the President?

It's a longer conversation.

Which is why
we need to hear it.

Carrie...

We needed to establish a link
between the money, Simone,

and Wellington.
We have it.

Guys? Are we going after
the Uber or what?

You asked me to tell you when
you're not thinking clearly.

We established a goal for
the mission. We reached it.

A transcript would've
been nice, but it's gravy.

Don't worry about
the Uber. Pull out.

I'll call you in the morning.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hold on a second.

Don't beat yourself up
so much. We did good.

More or less.

I mean, more, I'd say.

I don't know. I mean, two bugs
crap out on one mission?

They didn't. One crapped out,
one's driving around town.

That kind of shit happens
all the time.

- Not to me, it doesn't.
- Okay.

How 'bout
we let Paley decide?

What do you mean?

Well, we know Simone was
in Hazelton with $50,000.

We know McClendon was
dead the next day.

And now we know the person
she went running to

at the first sign of trouble
was David Wellington.

I'd say that's enough
to haul her up in front

of a Senate committee,
ask her a few questions.

Don't you think?

- Maybe, yeah.
- Maybe?

No, no. No, you're right.

I...

I think
I just need some sleep.

Good idea.

I'll call you
in the morning.

Tell me we got it.

Yeah, but something
fucked is happening.

Well, of course it is.
Two bugs don't blow on one...

Forget the bugs. It's...
it's worse than that.

Watch the tape.

Long day?

Very,
not that that's news.

How was the speech?

It was great.

- That's fantastic.
- It is.

She's been back on her heels
for so long, it's a relief.

Hey, listen, my phone's
got to stay on tonight.

Still touch and go at some
of the demonstrations,

but we're
cautiously optimistic.

Mmm.

I'm glad, because you
deserve a break.

Are you okay? You sounded
upset on the phone.

I'm fine.
Why, were you worried?

Of course. You said,
"I need to see you."

That's worrying.

Ah, you're so sweet.
I was itchy all day.

I couldn't get you
out of my head.

That's a need, right?

Oh. That kind of need.

Next time,
I'll be more clear.

- What the fuck is that?
- Yeah.

Is there any point where she
says I got jumped in the dark

and we need $100,000?

No.

Do me a favor, Chief.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

It goes on like this
for a while.

What the fuck?!