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He's in respiratory failure
due to acute hypoxia.

We need him awake.

And I'm telling you he's
in a coma for a reason.

What would you want me to do
if it were you lying there?

I can't speak for Quinn.

Well, if anybody can, you can.

Quinn? Quinn, it's me, Carrie.

I need you to open your eyes now, okay?

Tell me what the target is.

Tell me where the attack
is going to happen.

I want a partner.

Someone who knows the world for what it is,

but also knows it must be made better.

Someone to share my life with.

I... I don't know what to say.

I spoke to the director.

He's prepared to offer you
complete autonomy, Carrie.

Design your own mission,
pick your own team.

Not interested. Sorry.

You just saved hundreds of lives.

I got lucky.

Then help us.

Help me.

Come up with a new paradigm.

Goddamn it, Carrie. I need you.

And I told you, I'm
not that person anymore.

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Just hold on one second.

- Hey, Carrie.
- Hey.

- He didn't show, huh?
- No.

But he was scheduled, right?

Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays, yeah.

You have any idea where I can find him?

I don't.

You can't make people do
things they don't want to do.

- I gotta...
- Thanks.

Yeah.

Motherfucker.

Quinn.

You weren't in physical therapy.

Talk to me for a minute.

I know you're frustrated.

Oh, that's what you think.

Okay. I'll go with that.

I'm frustrated.

Whatever you say.

The hardest time,

when you can't go on one more second,

that's when you have to keep trying,

because that's when breakthroughs happen.

Fucking moto shit!

I know you want to get out of here,

but you're not ready yet.

Would you just stop...

being like a dog?!

Quinn, listen...

Just stay with it.

You will improve.

All kinds of progress will start then.

I just said stop! I'm
not getting any better.

Can't you get that through
your fucking skull?!

Let me go.

Let me go.

Mr. Quinn?

I'm going.

Clarence, see Peter to his room.

I'm okay.

He's frustrated, he's angry.

He thinks he isn't making progress.

What?

Well... he seemed perfectly fine...

earlier, that is.

What, so now it's my fault?

I don't know. It's just...

maybe he would have more success

without the upset of your visits.

That's absurd. Yes!

Yes, he gets upset, but
at his situation here.

He just expresses it to me.

We think it's more than that.

We?

Wait, who's we?

His... his doctors feel this way?

His entire treatment team does.

What...

So you're saying that I should stop coming?

You're here every day.

I'm saying you should take a break.

I'm his friend. He has no one else.

I know. That's why

you should listen to what
he's trying to tell you.

All compressed into the 72
days between the election

and the January 20th inauguration.

The most complex, most
difficult transfer of power

on the planet today probably...

The top two floors of the Intercontinental,

where she's huddled
with her transition team

poring over briefing
books, taking meetings...

- Gentlemen?
- General.

General.

Well?

On the plus side, it didn't last long.

We're ready for you now.

Good luck.

You know what General
McClendon just told me?

Put 70,000 troops into Syria

and ISIS is done and dusted in six weeks.

What does CIA think?

Oh, don't be shy, gentlemen. Jump right in.

This is a free-fire zone.

Well... the problem is not
so much destroying ISIS,

Madame President, as it is...

Madame President-elect.

It's a mouthful, I know.

Madame President-elect.

Bigger problem is holding

and securing the territory afterwards.

So now it's a ground
invasion and an occupation.

Otherwise, just another
ISIS waiting in the wings.

The mission is creeping, gentlemen.

Unfortunately, the alternatives
don't look much better.

What about getting out?

- Excuse me?
- Leaving.

Telling the American
people this isn't working

and bringing our forces
home... all of them.

Why not?

If the war isn't winnable,
what are we still doing there?

Containing the enemy, for one thing.

Preventing them from... turning the region

into a base for attacking us here at home.

Or maybe it's time to
recognize that not every problem

in the Middle East deserves
a military solution.

So what have you got there?

The Director's asked us to brief you

on a number of covert action

and sensitive collection operations.

What do you say we all sit down?

I'm afraid this is for
your eyes only, ma'am.

Mr. Emmons doesn't have
the proper clearance.

Give us the room, Rob.

Please, sit.

Operation Signpost. I like the name.

Signpost is a covert action

and collection operation against Iran.

It's funded at $85 million
and designed to insert exploits

into a wide range of Iranian computers.

Can I just stop you there?

The purpose of this
briefing is what, exactly?

Ma'am?

What I mean is should I
weigh in or do I just listen?

The idea is to bring you up
to speed and, in the process,

establish a working
relationship going forward.

So I'm free to talk?

By all means.

Thank goodness.

'Cause you know how I love to talk.

Even though I don't
actually have any authority

over Signpost or, for that matter,

any covert action at this time, do I?

Not till after the inauguration, no.

I didn't think so.

Why don't we just skip ahead
to the good stuff, then?

Good stuff?

Yeah, I'd like to hear
about our lethal programs,

if you don't mind.

Not at all.

I'm most interested in the drone

and paramilitary operations.

Of course.

Especially the ones

that don't require a
sign-off from the President.

Those can be found beginning on page 17.

Who are you to badmouth your sister?

Okay, now she's not even
going to Friday prayer anymore.

That's her business. You're one to talk,

playing your dirty rap
music in your room all night.

That's not the same.

And how is that?

- It's just different.
- Mm.

We'll see what your father
has to say about that, eh?

Is she even coming?

We've got plane tickets, don't we?

He's gonna want her to wear a hijab.

She knows.

Oh, shoot, I'm late.

Huh? I thought this was your day off.

It is.

Morning... loser.

She shouldn't be allowed to
go to school dressed like this.

Where to?

Forty-ninth and Lakes. East Side Marriott.

All right.

Make sure you get the
hotel in the background.

I got it.

So most folks think it
all kicked off in 1993

when Ramzi Yousef drove a
van into the parking garage

of the World Trade Center,
lit four 20-foot long fuses,

and blew up the biggest homemade
bomb that the FBI had ever seen.

Dude, huh.

What's up?

Shit, I'm on low battery.

Dude, just give me yours.

All right, we're good.

All right.

So you think Al-Qaeda's
first attack on American soil

was the 1993 truck bombing
of the World Trade Center?

Think again.

Nope, it happened right here...
in the ballroom of this hotel.

Come on, let's check it out.

Yeah, right this way. Come here.

Check this out.

So right here.

This is where the founder

of the Jewish Defense League was executed,

where he got popped.

His name was Meir
Kahane... K-A-H-A-N-E.

You need to Google him
because this guy, supposedly,

he was a rabbi... a holy man.

He would go around, and
he would call Arabs dogs.

And one time, he even said after
27 Palestinians were murdered

in the West Bank, he said,
"The more, the merrier."

Yeah, check that fool out.

K-A-H-A-N-E.

Google him.

Who popped him?

Oh, man, yo, it was this
humble brother from Egypt

by the name of El Sayyid Nosair,

who actually used to hang out

with the blind sheik in Brooklyn.

So what happened was this
dude, he... he disguised himself

as an orthodox Jew, and he came in,

and he shot Kahane in the
throat with a . 357 Magnum...

blowing his ass to the
floor... right there.

They start without me?

Only just.

We got our rights awareness
workshop this weekend

at the community center.

I need some help.

Morning, everybody. Sorry I'm late.

Otto.

Hello, Carrie.

What are you doing here?

Flew in this morning.

The new space looks great.

Well, welcome.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Did you meet Professor Hashem?

I did. He's been briefing
me on your outreach

and counseling programs.

- Impressive.
- What about Fair Trial?

I was just getting to that.

Reda represents two
prisoners at Guantanamo,

and he and his students
are defending five clients

here in New York on terrorism charges.

I'm assuming a fair trial
isn't what they're getting.

If you're male and Muslim,

the conviction rate is pushing 90%.

I know a guy who was arrested
for plotting to bring down

the Brooklyn Bridge with a blowtorch.

He's doing 20 years in a federal prison...

essentially for being an idiot.

Okay, okay, you can stop selling.

I've written the check already.

Well, don't let me waste
any more of your time.

Professor Hashem.

Mr. Duering.

Can you spare a few minutes?

Of course.

So Sunday, we'll
need some volunteers.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong. Let's
have dinner tonight.

I can't.

- Why not?
- You know why.

Now you won't even eat a meal with me?

Look, it's the same
conversation over and over again.

Carrie, what are you doing here?

I'm saying no...

which is what I've been doing
for the past three months.

I mean, here in Brooklyn
with a bunch of kids

and their associate professor.

Small potatoes.

What? That's the expression, no?

Small potatoes.

Fuck you, Otto.

I'm serious.

So am I. It's important work.

Law enforcement needs to stop harassing

and demonizing an entire community.

Tens of millions of war refugees,

more than a billion people
live in extreme poverty.

These are the issues you
should be focusing on.

Well, I'm not. This is
what I'm focusing on.

I've met someone.

What?

Yeah.

What?

Wait, what is this, some kind of ultimatum?

No, no, I... I thought you should know.

- You should go.
- Listen, Carrie...

I'm not changing my mind.

And I'm telling you,
you're making a mistake.

You think you're better off alone.

You think your sins
require it, but they don't.

You couldn't be more wrong.

- Here.
- I can't accept that.

It's for Franny.

Thank you.

I miss her.

She misses you, too.

Now, go.

If it's not me, Carrie...

It's not.

Let it be someone else.

Man, it's impossible, man,

for a regular human,
however... however fucked up,

to imagine what a
regular-pile-of-rocks house,

dig-with-a-stick,

booger-eater in Afghanistan
actually wants, man.

Hard to imagine what he thinks.

- Shut the fuck up, Reyes!
- Booger's never been to school,

owned a phone, never
went to a movie.

Check's here.

Meet you out in back in ten minutes.

Move your ass, man.

Hey, beautiful.

Hey!

Don't be so rough! Damn!

You all right, sweetie?

Yeah.

Did you get your check okay?

I got it right here.

My man!

- Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo.
- Give him the seat belt.

He don't need a seat
belt, we're not going far.

Yeah, you can just put my
head right through the...

uh...
dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah.

Jackpot!

Don't even say that, honey.

It's bad luck.

I mean, you heard her.

Bring the troops home,

complete the pivot towards Iran,

demilitarize the CIA.

What I heard was a newly elected President

auditioning a bunch of new ideas.

I don't know, Saul. She gave
us very little love today.

Hmm. She'll learn to love us.

I'm not sure where all this rosy optimism

is coming from, but I don't like it.

Can we order some food in here?

I'm starving.

It's not just that her ideas
are naive and dangerous.

It's that she didn't
exactly campaign on them.

I'm not sure the American people

are getting what they bargained for.

What are you talking about?

Her son.

Was it Iraq or Afghanistan,
again? I forget.

Iraq. A week into his third tour there.

Twenty-eight years old.

Poor woman.

You know, she's never spoken
about his death publicly?

Not once.

Not even at the first debate

when she got hammered by
Hoynes on foreign policy.

Assume you got a theory about all this?

Well... developing one.

Tell me.

Nah, you'll just call me a paranoid fuck.

You're a paranoid fuck.

I think she despises us, Saul.

I think she blames us for her boy.

I think she intends to
hold us all accountable.

Yo, so when do you leave again?

End of next week.

Africa?

God damn.

Yeah, man.

Well, you gotta be excited
about seeing your old pops.

I guess.

What do you mean, it's been, like...

like 14 years or something, right?

He was working like three jobs back then,

I barely knew him.

Barely even saw him, and then he was gone.

Look, I'm not saying I
didn't miss having a dad.

Well, do you want one of
mine, 'cause I had three.

Shut up, man.

God...

Yo.

We're here.

This is it?

Yeah, right in this construction area,

this is where Faisal Shahzad
parked the Pathfinder.

I'm getting the chills, bro.

Don't. He was a shitty bomb-maker.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

He used the wrong type of fertilizer.

The whole thing just fizzled out.

When the Customs agents

boarded the plane the next day,

he just looked up and
said, "I was expecting you.

Are you FBI or NYPD?"

Oh, just save that for the video.

All right.

Ready?

By 2010, Faisal Shahzad was mad as hell

and not gonna take it anymore.

Mad about the town of
Haditha, where 24 Muslims,

including five children, were shot up

by U. S. Marines while
they slept in their bed.

Mad about Abeer al-Janabi,
a 14-year-old Iraqi girl

who was gang-raped by American soldiers,

who then put a bullet in her brain

and set her corpse on fire.

There's two sides to
every story... know that.

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

Or leave you in the bathtub, like before.

Catch you later.

Some of us work for a living.

You want to drive, honey?

He's in the shit, you
don't get him back by 2200.

Who's that with you?

For Christ's sake, Mona.

The soldier I told you about. Peter.

Where's Tommy?

In Philadelphia for the Muay
Thai fights in the octagon.

Are you the hostess?

I'm Mona.

Give her $200, honey.

Pretty shitty music, Mona.

Play whatever you like, soldier.

Only don't play it too loud.

'Cause the manager calls,
I gotta put someone out.

Come on.

Baby...

This is my private area.

No one uses this 'cept me.

Well, sometimes Justine.

Justine, this is Peter.

Peter, Justine.

- Hey, Peter.
- Justine.

I'm gonna go see Lazee D,

get us some of what we need, baby.

Okay.

You got $100 for me?

I'll be right back.

You like sandalwood?

I might.

You see something?

Definitely.

What?

Oh, another world.

One's plenty for me.

Here you go, honey.

Lazee D gives us use of this

'cause you're a wounded warrior.

He don't normally do that for anyone.

Breathe in, now. Don't waste it.

Walk with me, would you?

I spend three-quarters of
my life sitting on my ass.

Hello to you, too.

How unlike you to send up a flare.

Yeah. I debated it, believe me.

But I need you to promise
me something first.

If I can.

No contact report on this meeting.

You can share with Misha
Gavron in person in Tel Aviv,

but nothing gets written down.

Okay, agreed.

It may be worse than we thought.

Worse for Israel?

Yes, for Israel. Of course for Israel.

I meant operationally for both of us.

I see.

The new President's not a fan

of our joint covert action program.

Perhaps we can educate her.

That's what Saul said.

Saul?

How is Saul?

He's fine.

Poor old Saul.

Sworn off women, I hope.

Haven't we all?

What do you want me to tell Misha?

What's the time factor?

We have very little.

Eight weeks, at the most.

After the inauguration,

I expect our hands are gonna be tied.

Well, we better get a move on, then.

Latisha?

Franny?

What's going on? Where's the soldier?

In there, with Justine.

Show me.

Hey, I... Tommy!

He ain't going nowhere.

I got places to be.

Hey, hey, shh, shh!

Let him have his fun.

Besides...

you know you work better
when you're all relaxed.

If he decides to leave?

He don't have the ability.

I'll start editing this tonight.

I should have something to
post in a couple of days.

All right, um... there's something else.

What?

I need you to sit down with that brother

I was telling you about.

No.

Why not?

He just wants a few words
with you about your trip.

Yo, there's nothing to talk about.

I'm going to see my dad, end of story.

Come on, man. I promised him...

You promised him what?

Listen, Saad, the
website is starting to see

more and more traffic.

We are definitely on the radar.

So don't be talking to no strangers.

Hell, don't even cross
the street the wrong way.

You hear me?

I hear you.

No, I'm serious.

I... I hear you. I hear you.

Oh, my God, it's a robbery!

Nobody fucking move!

Hey, hey, you!

Dancing queen, stop dancing!

Just cooperate, honey.
That way, no one gets hurt.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't hurt him... whoever you are.

You telling me what to do?

Turn that fucking music off!

You got the PTSD?

Could have.

All right, give me your fucking money.

Oh, it's in there.

Just...

Get it out and give it to me!

Stop, already! Jesus!

Oh, Tommy.

I hate this. Every night
with those goddamn radios.

- I can't hear myself think.
- Well, close the window.

Then it's too hot with the radiator.

And you can't complain,

you know, like yell out
for them to turn it down.

My girlfriend said something
out the window last week,

and some fool down...

- Do not fucking move!
- Hey.

- Where is he?
- He's not here, he's not here!

Bullshit! Where is he?!

She's telling the truth, he's not here!

- Shut up! Both of you, get down.
- Check the back room.

My father's in Africa.
You deported him already.

Not your father, your brother.

- My brother?
- Get the fuck off me!

What's going on, Sekou?

Don't say a word! Tell them nothing!

Imam Ammar, he knows a lawyer!

Coming out!

We're coming your way.

Copy that. Subject is apprehended.

Let 'em up.

Mama.

Mrs. Bah, I'm Special Agent Conlin.

Your son Sekou is under arrest

for material support of terrorism.

What? Terrorism?!

This is ridiculous. He's not a terrorist.

That's for a court to decide.

But right now, I need both of
you to answer a few questions.

Unh-unh. N... not without a lawyer.

Mrs. Bah, your son has been radicalized

by some very bad people.

You should be thanking us we got to him

before he carried out their instructions.

Don't, Ma.

I'm sorry. You heard my daughter.

It's up to you. Hauser,
show these women out.

- Out?
- We have a search warrant.

You're gonna have to leave the premises.

It's after midnight. Where
are we supposed to go?

Don't touch me.

- Wait!
- Get off!

His dad overstayed his
visa, according to the imam.

And this was back in 2002

when the INS was deporting
Muslims by the thousands.

Since Sekou and his sister
are American citizens,

they remained in the
country with their mom.

Hi. We're here to see Sekou Bah.

That's
B-A-H.

What was he, seven years old?

Christ, he probably had
no idea what hit him.

No, I think he knew.

And if no one else told
him, the kids at school did.

Yeah.

Anyway, the family struggled.

Mom moved him into public
housing, got some night work,

but that wasn't enough.

Finally, Sekou had to
drop out of high school

in order to help pay the bills.

Salaam alaikum, Sekou.

Wa-alaikum salaam.

I'm Reda Hashem. This is Carrie Mathison.

We were contacted by Imam
Ammar to handle your case.

How are you?

I'm ready to go home.

I bet.

No, I'm serious. I'm late for work.

I can't lose my job.

Here.

Write down the name
and number of your boss,

and I'll reach out to him
as soon as we're done here.

You guys are gonna get
me out of here, right?

We'll know more after the arraignment.

- And when is that?
- A couple of days.

- Early next week.
- Next week?

We'll get a copy of the
criminal complaint later today,

and that'll give us a better
idea of what to expect.

But I didn't do anything! This is bullshit!

We took a look at your website, Sekou,

and you've been openly critical of America

and supportive of its sworn enemies.

I know what protected speech is.

I can say what I want.

I am not a violent person.

They'll try to make the
case that what you're doing

is inciting others to violence.

But that's not true.

The imam says you're a
regular at the mosque.

Tell me, when's the last
time you heard a khatib

speak to the congregation about Abu Ghraib

or Guantanamo or drones or torture?

Now you know why.

Deliberately promoting extremist ideology

on the Internet.

He put up videos and documents

indicating a growing
hatred of the United States.

And just last week, he
translated an ISIS tract

called "39 Ways to Serve
and Participate in Jihad."

Now, I get asked all
the time, "How do we deal

with homegrown violent,
do-it-yourself jihadists?"

Like this, ladies and gentlemen.

By confronting the threat head-on,

by targeting the most radical individuals,

and using the full extent of the law

to preempt their acts of terror.

Miss Ortiz.

Thank you, Agent Conlin.

I'm gonna talk a little
bit about timetables now...

Don't tell me you and Hashem
are defending this asshole.

I'm not sure he needs a defense.

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

You would be mistaken.

Since when is engaging in religious

and political debate
online a punishable offense?

When its intent is to motivate people

to attack the United States.

Intent, wow. That's a tough one to prove.

What if he's just honestly
opposed to U. S. foreign policy

in Muslim countries,
like I am, more and more?

Do you keep photos of
dead American soldiers

on your laptop?

Or provide links to sites

where you can watch the
latest suicide bomber?

Well, we just met with him,

and what I saw was an angry kid, at worst.

Oh, he's way past anger, believe me.

We found plane tickets to
Nigeria in his possession.

Nigeria?

Yep, playground of Boko
Haram, who, by the way,

just pledged allegiance
to the Islamic State.

- Now you're reaching.
- Am I? Really?

There was also five grand
in cash under his mattress.

Now, where does a kid like
him get money like that?

I don't know about you, but
I'm not taking any chances.

Not here. Not in New York.

When he didn't appear
for group at ten o'clock,

a search was conducted, and you were called

as soon as he was confirmed missing.

You noticed he was missing, okay.

But when exactly did he leave?

He might have left this morning.

- Could he have left last night?
- Possibly.

Quinn's gone since you don't know when

and to God knows where, and
you want me to limit my visits?

This isn't a prison, Miss
Mathison. It's a hospital.

And isn't keeping track of your patients

part of taking care of them?

Okay.

Clarence said he left Peter in his room

after your visit yesterday.

As you recall, he was angry and upset.

He could have snuck out anytime after that.

And where would I find Clarence?

In the physical-therapy
room, finishing his shift.

Quinn?

Quinn?!

Quinn!

Jesus Christ, get up!

Go away.

Come on, on your feet.

I'm taking you back to the V. A.

- I'm not going back there.
- No?

I'm fine on my own.

Really?

Well, what are you planning to do?

Where are you planning to go?

I don't know.

You can't live on the street.

I'll figure something out.

You forgetting something?

Your pants, shoes.

Well, they gotta be around here somewhere.

Look, I get it.

Nobody hates hospitals more than me.

But you gotta help me out here, Quinn.

I don't know what else to do.

I can't take care of you by myself,

and you won't let me put
you into a private program.

So this is what you've got... for now.

I'm sorry. I wish it was different.

Listen, would it be better

if I stopped coming by for a while?

- Whatever.
- Your treatment team thinks...

I'm gonna say goodbye here, okay?

Okay?

Yeah, I heard you. Bye.

Hey, Quinn?

Quinn, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

No. You're not.

- Yes, I am. I'm leaving.
- No. You can't leave.

Get your hand off of me. I'm leaving.

You can't leave! You are not leaving!

Stop! Take your hands off of
me! Take your hands off of me!

You have no right!

Hey, hey!

This is Peter Quinn. He's a patient here.

This is DeMarco with lobby security.

We have an agitated,
non-compliant patient...

What's his name, again?

- Peter Quinn.
- Peter Quinn.

Any medical orders current on him?

Hold on. We'll check on that.

Ward seven.

Closed ward on seven for
readmission evaluation.

No!

Aah!

No, wait! Stop it!

Frankly, I'm just as concerned

about her domestic counterterrorism agenda.

She didn't discuss any of that with us.

Well, we sat

on the Homeland Security
Committee together,

so I pretty much know her
feelings on the subject.

Which are?

Basically, that we're throwing
away $100 billion a year.

That the threat is grossly exaggerated.

- That Ed Snowden's a hero.
- I don't know about that.

Keeping the country safe
is big business right now.

- It's getting bigger.
- Don't you start, Saul.

There's a reason that we
haven't had another 9/11.

- It's called vigilance.
- Hey, I'm all for vigilance.

But you know as well as I do

there are no coordinated ISIS

or Al-Qaeda networks
here in the United States

like there are in Europe.

Yeah, because we've been
kicking ass and taking names.

All I'm saying is she's not entirely wrong.

Where she is wrong, she's persuadable.

Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.

I'm first up tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna hit the sack.

It's good to see you again, Saul.

You, too, Senator.

Thanks for the heads-up.

The door to the garden's through here.

The stove's on the fritz.

You can use the microwave in the meantime.

Uh...

Bed's made.

I rent it out... AirBnB.

How much? I can pay.

- Quinn, that's not necessary.
- I said I can pay.

Okay.

I live here with Franny.

It's our home... right upstairs.

So don't bring troubled
people here or do drugs

or behave like you did last night.

Understood.

The bathroom's there.

Just have to jiggle the handle
on the toilet if it runs.

What is that wallpaper?

There isn't any wallpaper.

Why is it moving?

Uh, I'll call to get
your medication schedule.

I'll get your prescriptions refilled.

We're also gonna have to
figure out your therapy needs.

There's an outpatient program.

Anyway... Tomorrow.

We'll, uh, we'll make it work.

And, Quinn?

Take a shower.

No Saul?

No Saul.

It's probably for the best.

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