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Air and naval forces
of the United States...

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities--

Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

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

This will not stand,
this aggression against Kuwait.

...his relentless pursuit
of terror.

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

Τhis was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable
and cowardly act.

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

- ...until something stops him.

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

We got a plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

...thousands of people running--

We must, and we will,

remain vigilant
at home and abroad.

What the fuck
are you doing?

Fuck! I missed
something once before.

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

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

Yeah, everyone is not me.

Once you've gotten
to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

I've got a mood disorder, okay?

I looked it up, Carrie.
Clozapine's an antipsychotic.

Only seven this time?

Raiding my samples cupboard
not only enables you,

it jeopardizes my license,
so, uh, seven pills.

Τhe terrorists
are still out there.

We need Brody in the public eye,
reminding America
that this is far from over.

And smile for the cameras.

Look at him.

Ηe's been blogged and
tweeted about, been solicited
by every national talk show.

During a debrief,
Carrie mentions Abu Nazir's
name out of the blue.

Three days later, one of her
assets reports the first Nazir
sighting in over seven years.

Maybe it's coincidence.

Or maybe there's something
she's just not telling us.

This intelligence
your asset gave up
her life to acquire--

Do not squander it by continuing
to invade the constitutionally
protected privacy...

of the Brody family.

You need to take down
that surveillance.

We're on to the next case.
Raquim Faisel.

They followed me to this house.

Darling,
I promise, no one knows
we're living here.

I still think we should leave.

Our instructions
were to sit tight.

We knew this
would not be easy.

I can't help but feel
I'm missing something.

You're missing him.

Oh, I'm sorry!

Ηey, I know you.

I'm not supposed
to be here.

I'm not going back in
if it means you can't go back in.

Τhat's not necessary.

Maybe we can hold our own
private meeting out here.
How's that sound?

It's tempting.

Allahu Akbar.

- Announcer, Indistinct ]
- Run, you fat fuck, run!

Christ! You call yourself
a ballplayer?

Not safe, you fuck-wit!
Jesus, you freak.

A double and a single
in the fourth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
you're wrong.

Why don't you just man up
and admit it, asshole?

That's right, you jerk-off!
I'm talking about you!

You're a goddamn disgrace!

Un-fucking-believable!

The only team in baseball
has to pinch run their leadoff man.

How long you been
standing there?

What? I can't hear you!

Oh, uh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Off ]
There. Hey.

Hey. I rang the bell,
like, five times, Dad.

Ηey, is Maggie home?
Uh, no.

She had to go deal
with some patient crisis
at the hospital.

Hey, you hungry, huh?

She say
how long she'd be?
I can make you a sandwich.

You want a-
You want a sandwich? I got--
We got turkey, lettuce.

Shit. I gotta get this.
Uh, yeah, turkey's great.

Uh, hold on a second.

Ηello?

Hey, Danny.

What?

The one surviving terrorist...

from the compound in Afghanistan
where we rescued Brody.

Scooped him up
in some shitshack in I.B.D.

Clean lift.
Nothing broken,
nothing spilt.

Okay. I-I'll be there
in 30 minutes.

Oh!

Sweetie.

Welcome.

What? You okay?

No, happy to see you
is all.
Yeah?

Over here.

Educated guess says you, uh--
you need this to go.

Sorry, Dad.

Oh.

Oh, you must think I'm ready
for the glue factory, Carrie.

Unplugging
the iron like that?
Come on.

I'm just trying
to be safe.

Did you take your meds
this morning, Dad?

I did.
Thank you for asking.

Bad enough I got
your sister up my ass 24/7.
Now you too?

And just so you know,
those pills are killing me.

No, they're not, Dad.

Sometimes you feel
like you're spinning
out of control a little...

when they bring you up
instead of down.

Τhat happens to you too?

It's a good time to avoid
household appliances,
in my experience.

I was distracted!
I was excited to see you is all.

Okay, message received
and understood.

I wish I could stay
and help you out with the chores.

Yeah. Right.
Well, you enjoy.

Drive safe.

And...
fuck the C.I.A.!
Fuck the C.I.A.!

So, how are your parents?
Wonderful.

They seem to get
busier and busier.

We need to get 'em
over here more.

"Τoo much work
in Mumbai for that."
That's what they would say.

Maybe they ought to think about
handing the slums project off
to somebody else now.

What have you lost?
Ticket for the parking.

Will standby passengers--

It'll be in the car,
where you always leave it.

Oh.

Τhat didn't take long.
I love you so.
I tell you that already?

Go on. Answer it.
I know you have to.

Ηello. Saul Berenson.

Ηe wants everyone here
A.S.A.P.

Get me Captain Mike Faber
at the Pentagon.

Carrie's been alerted
and is inbound.

I'm gonna get a cab.
Oh, and Estes wants everyone
to clear their schedules.

Mira, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Um, no.

I- I know what
that look means, Saul,
and I'm not.

I'm not angry.
I'm really not.

And I hope
I see you later.

Saul?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm still here.

Before the briefing starts,

there's a report you need
to read from the Pakistan phase
of the interrogation.

I'll be right over.

Afsal Hamid.

Thirty-four years old,
Syrian.

According to our friends
in Pakistani Intelligence,

a mid-level member
of the Islamic People's
Liberation Army.

Abu Nazir's group.

Which means he most likely has
knowledge of Nazir's plans...

to attack us here
in Fortress America.

Including money trail from
the hawala shop-- where it went,
what it's being used for.

Which is exactly why
you and Carrie will interrogate him...

with the help of Sergeant Brody.

E-Excuse me.
Sergeant Brody?

Yes, Carrie, Sergeant Brody,
who is in a unique position to
establish a baseline on Hamid.

- Right or wrong?
- Right.

Now, the interview itself
will take place at a designated
safe house, yet to be determined.

Brody absolutely
can't be there.

He will be there, Carrie.
That ship has sailed.

Then we might as well
just hand our playbook
straight to Abu Nazir.

Well, the alternative
might be worse.

Nothing is worse
than Brody witnessing
this interrogation.

Τhe blowback
will be profound.

Assuming we do what you want--
that is, share your suspicions
about Sergeant Brody--

what do you think
will happen then?

It might force David
into a decision.

A decision based on what?

How many times must
we have this discussion?

Τhere's no evidence
linking Brody to Abu Nazir.

This is a different
discussion, Saul.

This is about
operational security.

Okay, Carrie.

March up to his office right now.
Tell him he's been duped.

Tell him Sergeant Brody's
location in Afghanistan
was intentionally leaked by Nazir.

Tell him
the story of his American hero
has a surprise twist.

See what he does then.

My guess- you're packing
your cubicle, looking for
a job in the private sector.

Don't we have a moral obligation
to say something?

Our obligation is to stop
the next attack on America.

Which you won't be a part of
if you keep pursuing this.

Ηas it occurred to you,
at the very least,

we'll be able to observe Brody
at close quarters...

in a high-stress environment
which we can control?

Yeah, it's occurred to me, Saul.

Ηas it occurred to you
if we do our jobs
and break Afsal Hamid,

he might just give up the whole plot,
including Sergeant Brody?

Well, that's a big if, Saul.

You're screwing up my rug.

Either David Estes
makes the weather, Carrie,
or we do.

Your choice.

This can't be good.

Jess said I'd find you here.

It's urgent.

Langley needs to see you.

Langley?
So you better haul ass.

Shit, shower, shave. Be ready
sometime in the next 40 minutes
when they come to get you.

- What do they want?
- Didn't say.

Eyes-only classified.

You couldn't have
just called me?

They told me not to.
No open-line phone calls.

Jesus.
Yeah, no shit.

You went by my house already?

Figured I'd stay out
of Jessica's hair.

You figured right.

ls that it?

Can't tell me anything else?

Τhat's all I know right now, Brody.

If I knew anything else,
I'd tell you.

Yeah.

What did Mike want?

The C.I.A. want to see me.

About what?

I don't know.

I'm gonna take a shower.

Τhey'll be here any second now.

Hey. Are you okay?

You know what, Jess?
Can you just stop asking me that
every two minutes?

I'm fine.
Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to--

No, you're right.
I get it.

Ηey, Dad.

Mom said you wanted to come
watch my karate tomorrow.
She did?

He's getting
his blue belt.
If I pass the test.

So can you come?
Sure.

Wouldn't miss it
for the world.

North.
So not Langley.

No blindfold or anything?

We trust you.

- Sir, we're five minutes out.
- Copy that.

Estes, we're up.
We're online.

Sergeant Brody,
Carrie Mathison.

We met at the debrief
a few weeks ago.

Yes. Uh, good-
good to see you.

Τhanks so much for coming.

Ηow are you settling
back in with your family?

Yeah.

Um, can we get you
anything--

a coffee or soda or water-
before we get started?

Get started with what?

Have a seat.

Do you know this man?

Motherfucking shit.

Yeah, I know him.

He was my guard.

Visual recognition confirmed.

Do you remember his name?

They called him Affie.

His full name is Afsal Hamid.

Ηe was the sole survivor
of the attack on the safe house
where you were rescued.

- Who's he?
- My colleague.

As-salaam alaikum.

- What's he doing?
- He's waiting to see if Hamid
will say something first.

This is the first stages
of an interrogation.

Not exactly.

Pakistani Intelligence
held him for three days
before they turned him over.

- Did he talk?
- I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

In fact, I can't share
any operational details
with you at all.

- Τhen why am I here?
- Two reasons.

to confirm his identity,
which you've just done.

to provide us
with information
we can use to unsettle him,

to prove we have complete control,
to demonstrate our omnipotence.

Are you comfortable
with that?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay, good.

Are you ready to begin?

- One question.
- Go ahead.

Will he be tortured?

We don't do that here.

What is it you think
he knows about?

Like I said, I can't--

Divulge operational details.
Got it.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. I'm ready.

You can put this on now,
please.

Tap the mike twice
so my colleague knows
we're ready.

Do you speak English?

Please.

Does he? Did he ever
speak English to you?

Τhey all spoke some English.

This is for my friends
in Guantánamo.

We know you speak English.

Therefore, I will continue
to address you in English.

Are you a religious man?

Okay, this part needs
to move a little faster.
Are you good with that?

They all prayed.
They're extremely devout.

Of course you are.

This soldier...
was your prisoner.

When did you first meet him?

Damascus.

We know you didn't meet him
until Damascus.

That's when
the interrogations began,
didn't they?

And you were part
of those interrogations, weren't you?

Yeah, he was.

For how long
was Sergeant Brody
interrogated?

Days?

- Months?
- Years.

It went on for years, didn't it?

What did you do
to Sergeant Brody, Afsal?

If you have a detail we could use.

He beat me with a stick
wrapped in barbed wire,
and he pissed on me.

You beat him
with barbed wire...

and urinated on him.

So you're a religious man
and a torturer.

What are you, Catholic?

You think your wife and sons
are still alive?

Τhere. You see that?
That's exactly what we were going for.

Ηe was convinced we already know
the answers to our questions.

Now he thinks we know if his family is alive-
information he wants.

Let's back up, shall we?

Five days ago, you're safely
hidden away in Islamabad--

or so you think.

I mean, why else
have your family with you?

Then suddenly in the dead of night,
you disappear without a trace.

It's not just your poor wife and children
who are wondering where you are.

One man in particular
is beginning to worry.

Abu Nazir.

Who, as we all know,
is not your average
Islamist terrorist...

bent on bringing down
Western civilization.

No, this man
has a certain style,
a certain...

artistry.

Let's take the case
of Yasser Akram,
for example.

Lifted by our British friends
from a villa in Lebanon
in August 2006.

Within days of his capture,
his only brother,

a good and holy man,

is killed in a car bomb.

Τhe Yemeni police had to ship
what was left of him...

in a small plastic bag
to a lab in Dubai...

just to identify him.

Not to mention what was done
to his poor parents,

to his wives,

and, most disturbingly,
to his children.

We can protect
your family, Afsal--
up to eight individuals.

But we don't have much time.
Abu Nazir is not a patient man.

You can come in now, Joelle.

When you're ready to talk to us,
write down their names and addresses.

If you love your kids,
like I love mine,

I would hurry.

Now what?

Now we wait for him
to pick up that crayon.

When the interrogator said
that he could protect his--

We already have
his wife and children
out of harm's way.

You can go home now.
Thank you for your help.

We've got it from here.
Hey, guys?

Hey, would you just
let me in the room with him,
just for a couple of minutes?

I just want to look the prick
in the eye, let him know
that the tables are turned.

You know I can't do that.

I-I wish I could, but I can't.

You do see that,
don't you?
Sure.

Yeah.

Look, go home.
Forget about today.
Forget about all this.

And, of course,
it goes without saying--

Don't tell anybody.
Yeah.

Hey, but if you do find yourself
needing to talk to someone, um,

anytime, 24/7.

Good-bye, Sergeant Brody.
You've been a big help today.

Hey, Carrie?

Hey.
Excellent work,
both you and Saul.

- Doesn't get any better than that.
- Thank you, David.

Let me know the minute
Ηamid makes a move,
one way or the other.

I will.

Well?

When you turned over
that picture of Abu Nazir,

he stopped breathing
for a few seconds.

I know he's hiding
something from us.
I know it.

- Shit!
- What?

Well, now's the time
we really could use
that surveillance on his house.

Don't go there, Carrie.

Be patient.

All right.
I'll take the doomwatch.
You go be with Mira.

I'll call you
if anything happens
tonight.

Pace yourself.

Come on, asshole.
Pick up the damn crayon.

Brody.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to startle you.

Ηey, where you been?

You cut your hair.

What do you think?

Nice.

You always liked it short.

No, I like it. Really.

You did something for me
by going to that support group,

so I thought
I'd do something for you.

Tea?

Thanks.

What are you doing
out here?

Nothing.
Just enjoying the quiet.

Rough day?

What was it about anyway?

I'm not really supposed
to talk about it, Jess.

Not even a little?
I can't.

I'm sorry.

Ηow's your tea?
Good.

Yorkshire Gold.
Your favorite.

It's perfect.
Thanks.

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Saul. Looks like
he's getting ready.

Eight names- four in Islamabad,
three in Lahore, one in Larkana.

That's gonna
take some doing.

First we need
a show of faith from you.

Do you understand
what that means?

I don't know anything.

You know I don't.

That is how we operate-
for exactly this reason.

Say good-bye
to your family.

An e-mail address
in Pakistan.

Whose e-mail?

I don't know.

I swear to you.

Now you promise--

my family, my children.

What do you send
to this e-mail address?

I forward ones sent to me
from someone else.

Who?

Was the location
of the compound where you were
holding Sergeant Brody...

deliberately leaked to us
so we would find him?
Carrie. Carrie.

Did Abu Nazir
ever meet Sergeant Brody?

First, my family.

Then we talk.

We'll be back.

Come on in.
Thank you for
meeting me, sir.

You know, when I told you
my door was always open,
Sergeant Brody, I meant it.

Uh, good timing.

Appears our friend
in the safe house is
getting ready to do business.

- No friend of mine, sir.
- Uh, no, no. Of course not.

What can I do for you, Sergeant?

I believe I've earned a moment
face-to-face with my torturer, sir.

Yeah. l, uh-- I heard.

And I've got to tell you
that Carrie was correct.

She doesn't have the authorization
to let you in there with Hamid.

Do you?

- As much as I'd like to-
- Sir, can I stop you there,
save you the trouble?

Please.

Nobody respects
your operational concerns
more than I do.

I did not come here to tell you
that I can get Hamid talking...

any quicker than your own experts can.

But yesterday, I did exactly
as was asked of me--

hard as it was just
to sit there and watch us
dance around his rights...

after what he did to me
for eight years.

Now you're telling me
he's ready to talk.

I think that means
I've earned the right...

to at least look him in the eye...

and tell him
that he didn't beat me,
he doesn't get to win.

- Sergeant Brody.
- Sir, I haven't finished, if you don't mind.

This is really
important to me.

I need to do right
by my wife and my kids,

and I need to be fully able,
both physically and mentally,

to honor my duties
as a marine and as a man.

But first,

I gotta close the door
on this chapter of my life.

Τhat's all I ask, sir.

Please don't rob me
of the opportunity to do that.

For my own sanity,
if nothing else.

Sergeant, would you, uh--

would you wait outside
for a second?

Lorraine, will you
get me the D.C.I.?
Yes, sir.

Right away.

Let's, uh--

Let's go close that door,
Sergeant.

We sent a phantom e-mail
to the one Hamid gave you.

Whoever it is will never
actually receive the e-mail
or know that it was sent.

So far, it's bounced off
of a server in Rio,

where it went through
a re-encryption filtering protocol,

then to Johannesburg-
same drill--

then to Thailand,
then Finland,

and now, nearly an hour later,
your guess is as--

I'd say you owe me dinner, Carrie.

Possibly even sex.

Holy fuck.

I wouldn't go that far.

Jesus Christ.

The 14th man gave up
an e-mail address...

we just traced to
the engineering department
at Bryden University.

Faisel? Are you
fucking kidding me?

The professor we tailed,
then cleared?
Correct.

Everybody, stop what you're doing!

Only thing I need you
to do right now is find this man,
Raquim Faisel.

Faisel hasn't been
at the university all day.

And he's not home either.
What home address
you got for him?

An apartment
in Truxton Circle.

Virgil, I need you
to look for something
at Bryden University.

Yeah, today.
Right now.

You beat me.

You humiliated me.

You killed my friend.

But you did not break me.

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

But now, here we are.

I'm a sergeant in the United States
Marine Corps, shitbird.

Ηow did you think this would end?

Ηey! Ηey, come on!

Hey!

Sergeant Brody!

Calm down! Calm down.

Thank you, sir.
Means a lot.

Fact is, these eggheads
and whatnot...

may be smarter than all of us
put together in this room.

But what I've learned
over the years,

when it comes to safety
in the workplace,

you would not believe
some of the violations that I've seen.

Can't you come back
when Dr. Faisel
is actually here?

I'm not comfortable
letting people in his office
when he's not present.

We understand, ma'am.

Um, look, uh,

if we damaged anything,
I can put in the paperwork
to pay for it.

Maybe we can help you
with one or two
of the violations in here.

Excuse me?

Are-Are you suggesting--

No, he's not.
Not on my watch.

Just do the paperwork, numbnuts.

Yes, we have
a few potential violations
we'd like to report.

That could be Dr. Faisel
calling now.

Hey. Know where
this address is?

Hello.
Right next to the fuckin' airport.

Hey.

See that new belt
he's wearing?

Yeah. Blue.
Impressive.

I'm sorry I missed it.

I wish I'd been there, Son.
I got caught up at a meeting.

It's okay. Mike took me.

Yeah, I see that.

Ice cream?
No, I'm good, thanks.

Have some.
We're celebrating.

Anyway, I should hit the road.

Did your mom ask Uncle Mike
to take you to karate?

It's no big deal.

I've been taking him
for the last, uh, three years.

Four. I started
when I was eight.

Right.
And look at you now.
A blue belt.

Pretty damn awesome, huh?

- Right, Brody?
- You bet.

What meeting?
I can't talk about it.

Your son did awesome today.
You should be proud.

Didn't you say
you were leaving, Mike?

See you later, bud, okay?

Later, gator.

Got any sprinkles?

Ηe led us right past this house
just this last Tuesday.

Which probably means
he knew we were tailing him.
Should've had us do it.

Dead quiet in there.
Not a squeak.

Maybe they're
taking a nap.

Sometimes,
I swear to God.

He's my own brother,
and I don't know
if he's part moron...

or just acting like it
to piss me off.

What's going on, Saul?

He's dead, Carrie.

Ηamid's dead.

Suicide.

Jesus Christ, no.

- Wha- How? When?
- Carrie, what happened?

Minutes ago.

I just got here.
Body's still warm.

Ηow the hell is that possible?

Razor blade fragment, left wrist.

What?
Where did he get that?

Ηe must have had it
on his person.
We missed it.

Saul, he had to have gone through
at least a dozen full-body searches.

The fragment is tiny.

Ηe could have had it
concealed in a cavity...

or under his skin-
scar tissue.

- Or somebody passed it to him.
- Passed him what?

Carrie.
Admit it's possible, Saul,

because we're sitting
on Faisel's house right now,
and there's no sign of him anywhere.

What's your point?

My point is, whoever gave Hamid
the razor blade could have
warned the professor too.

A fucking razor blade?

I want authorization to go in.

Estes wants us to watch and wait.

Damn it, Saul!
There's no time!

If Faisel is on the run,
we need to know now!

You have my authorization.
Move in.

Alpha team, go.
Bravo, cover the back.

Charlie team, stand by.

Here we go.

House is empty.
He must have left in a hurry.
Looks like for good.

Did you hear that, Saul?

Saul?

I'm so sorry.

I know what you're gonna say,
and you're right.

All I can say is
this is not how I planned
your first days back.

You must still
be jet-lagged.
Why are you still up?

You should be in bed.

I know that look.

You been waiting up for me.

What's wrong?
Saul, darling,
you know what's wrong.

You just more or less said so
in a nutshell yourself.

Wait.
Can we... please not
do this right now?

Do you mind?

It's been a very, um,
complicated day.

Your life is
a very complicated day.

You must be aware, Saul,

this last month in India
with my family,

I've been doing
a lot of thinking,

soul searching.

Right.

We discussed this
before you left.

I can start scaling back,
maybe even get reassigned,
spend more time at home.

Just listen.

I actually realize now
it's not right or fair
to ask you to do less.

So what I need-
me, Mira--

is to make my life
not just about you.

You know, you said yesterday...

that my parents should pass
the Mumbai slums project
on to someone else.

Not to you.
I didn't mean to you.

Our life is here, Mira.

Our life is wherever you get sent--

Amman, Beirut, London, Aden--

often at a moment's notice,
and I need more than that.

I need to make my life--

I need to make my life
about my passions.

I need to put my roots down
somewhere that matter to me, Saul.

Do I get any sort of say
in all this?

Are you gonna get that?

Mira. How was your trip?
Welcome home.

Oh, um, it was wonderful.
It was an inspiring time.

How are you, Carrie?

I'm so sorry.
I really didn't mean to intrude.

However-
It's really important
that I talk to you.

It's, uh, so lovely to see you,
but I didn't sleep on the plane,
so I'm completely sideways.

Forgive me.

Okay.
We'll catch up soon,
I hope.

Τhat'd be great.
Good night.

Don't say I didn't warn you
this whole thing would
blow up in our faces.

What the hell?
Who let Brody in
that room with him?

Who do you think, Saul?

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Yep. I had pretty much
the same response.

Brody must have identified
that camera blind spot while
watching the interrogation.

Just so you know,
the working theory is that Hamid
smuggled the razor blade...

inside the sole of his shoe.

Bullshit!

Not only did Brody
contrive to get himself
in the room,

he orchestrated Ηamid's suicide,
and he warned Dr. Faisel.

And we-- you and I-- let it happen.

Enough on the sidelines.
Enough in the shadows.

We need to take this
up the chain before
we're counting bodies...

and trying to spin
yet another monumental
intelligence screwup.

Don't think
I'm not considering it.

Well, how about
doing something about it?

Because nothing's changed, Carrie.

Wh-Wh- What do you mean,
nothing's changed?

I don't see Brody giving Hamid
a damn thing, do you?

Not a razor blade,
not a goddamn summer cold.

Good! You know?
Get angry!

I'm over your whole
detached routine.

You're out of line.

It's my home. Get out.
I'm going to Estes
with or without your approval.

Take some boxes with you,
'cause you're gonna need 'em
when you clean out your desk.

What happened to the Saul Berenson
that trekked the Karakoram,

did three months
in a Malaysian prison,

stared down Uday Ηussein
at the height of his power?

When did you become
such a pussy, Saul?

I think you should leave now.

With pleasure.

You know what?
You can keep that.
Fuck this shit!

Carrie.
I'm sorry, Maggie.

I had
nowhere else to go.
Oh, God. What happened?

I think
I just quit my job.
What?

Don't be silly.
No, I'm serious.
I'm done.

I'm done.
I've had it up to here.

All right, just stop.
Stop. Stop.

You were so right--
You were so fuckin' right...

when you told me that my job
would kill me one day!

Just take a deep breath.

Calm down, okay, Carrie?
Carrie, just calm down, okay?

Does Saul know
about any of this?
Saul?

No, S-Saul is part
of the problem.

But you said
he always had your back.

Well, I'm on my own now,
that's for damn sure.

Do you really want
to know the truth?

I've been on my own
for a while now.

Stop. We both know
you're not quitting
anything, okay?

It's just
the heat of the moment.
It's not you, okay?

Τhat's not
who you really are.
I know you.

So... this is
what's gonna happen.

You're sleeping here
tonight, okay?

My guest room's
already made up.

The girls are gonna
be over the moon
to see you in the morning.

Yeah.
Okay?

Listen, I don't care
if the world's
about to end, okay?

You're gonna stay here
for as long as it takes for you
to get your head straight.

Okay?

Promise me
that you'll sleep in
in the morning.

I'll try.
Hey, thank you.

- Aunt Carrie?
- Hey.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, sweetheart.

Did something happen?
We heard you and Mom talking.

No, girls,
really, I'm fine.

Why don't you girls get back
to bed and let Aunt Carrie
get some rest, okay?

Can we sleep
in here?
Yeah. Please?

You sure?
I'm positive.

Come on in.
Get in there.

I'm sleeping right here.

I wanna sleep
right here.
Okay.

Sweet dreams, guys.

Mwah.

Mmm. Mwah.

♪♪

Hey, no. Stay there.

Stay there.

You know, I meant it when I said
I wouldn't miss your karate.

I screwed up.

I'm sorry.

Can you forgive me?

I'm proud of you.

You're a blue belt now.

You got it done,
like I knew you would.

You know why?

'Cause you're my son.

What are we praying for?

Since I was four,

me and mom prayed every night...

that you were alive,

that you'd come home one day.

And now?

That you're gonna be okay.

Auntie Carrie?
Shh.

Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.

What are you doing?

Nothin', pumpkin.
I just can't sleep.

Are you worried
about the bad guys?

What bad guys, Josie?

You know, the ones
who blow people up.

Are you worried?

A little.

Yeah. Me too.

I have an idea.

Come live with us.
We'll protect you.

No, honey.
You know what?

That's my job.

Okay.

Go to sleep.

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