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Previously, on
"Homeland"...

Pakistan did not
blow up our convoy.

- Jalal Haqqani did.
- They killed our president.

They killed our operatives.

What calamity has to occur
before you finally admit

it's time to do something?

Not a full-scale invasion

of a nuclear power
that has said

they will not tolerate
our crossing their border.

I should be back in Islamabad
preparing for an invasion.

There's only one thing
that can defuse this right now.

- Give us Jalal.
- We don't know where he is.

Just give us a target.
Any target.

Plausible coordinates.
That's all I'm asking.

Good hit, good hit.

Target destroyed.

Well, fuck yeah.

Saul is running an agent
inside the Kremlin.

You must know someone
who can help...

An asset in the Kremlin.

- I don't.
- If there were ever a time...

I don't.
Did you hear me?

You sure you wanna do this?
Betray Saul.

It'll get us
the flight recorder.

So one of them was a woman.

She was a teacher in English.

- What was her name?
- There was no name.

Just "Comrade Instructor."

This is our signal to meet
in the bookstore window.

A Tauchnitz edition
in red leather.

Very Saul. He liked things
hidden in plain sight.

The black box from
the president's helicopter.

I know you have it.

There must be a price.
What is it?

- Mr. Berenson?
- Yes?

We have a package
here addressed to your room

to a Professor Rabinow.

"It's Yevgeny Gromov's play."

Carrie Mathison?
I'm Charlotte Benson,

a friend of Yevgeny's.

Did you arrange the call?

Just give me the name.

I don't have it.
Not yet.

If you can't find the asset,

you can still take Saul
out of picture.

He'd have a legacy plan
in the event of his death.

- An arrangement.
- An arrangement

to pass the asset
on to someone else.

And that someone else
would be you.

You fucking knew
it would come to this.

I hoped you'd find
another way,

but like you said...

you've tried everything.

What's left?

Kill Saul.

*HOMELAND*
Season 08 Episode 12

Episode Title: "Prisoners of War"
Aired on: April 26, 2020

My name is Nicholas Brody,
and I'm a sergeant

in the
United States Marine Corps.

I have a wife
and two kids...

who I love.

By the time you watch this,

you'll have read
a lot of things about me,

about what I've done.

That's why I wanted
to explain myself

so that you'll know the truth.

People will say I was broken,

I was brainwashed.

People will say that I was
turned into a terrorist,

taught to hate my country.

I love my country.

What I am is a Marine,

like my father before me
and his father before him.

And as a Marine,
I swore an oath

to defend
the United States of America

against enemies
both foreign and domestic.

Saul?

Saul?

The welcoming committee.

- This can't be good.
- It's not.

This about my outburst
at the Security Council?

It's not.
It's about Jalal Haqqani.

Apparently, he was
nowhere near that farmhouse.

The coordinates
the ISI provided were bogus.

No shit.

The president is furious, Saul.

Does he know I was involved?

I didn't know
you were involved.

That's so you can
plausibly deny it.

Give us a minute.

I'm afraid Hayes is past
the finger-pointing stage.

What do you mean?

He's been on the phone
with the prime minister.

Gave Pakistan 48 hours

to stand down
their battlefield nukes

or we take them out.

- Take them out?
- Take them out.

We're already flying
round-the-clock sorties

over their positions
along the border.

What did
the prime minister say?

Not much.
Listened, mostly.

Well, I guarantee
he's talking now

to his top military advisors.

One thing they're talking about
is delegating launch authority

to lower-level commanders
in the field.

Christ.

You get me on the president's
schedule this morning.

Alone.

I can try.

Tell him the chess he's playing

is about to get
three dimensional.

How so?

Russia's gonna jump in.

Come, I'll tell you
what I know on the way.

Good morning.

Three days ago, at 4:52 a.m.,
Pakistan Standard Time,

radar installations
in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa

detected aircraft identified
as American F-16 Falcons

violating our airspace
and directly threatening

defensive positions
inside our country.

And just last night,
as diplomats all over the world

worked to ease tensions,

President Hayes placed
a private call

to Prime Minister Kayani

during which he delivered
an ultimatum:

Withdraw your mobile
missile launchers,

or see them destroyed
on the ground.

Hear us loud and clear:

Today, the United States
of America left us no choice

but to arm our
tactical nuclear weapons.

Our hope is still for peace.

But our response to war
will be swift...

and terrible.

I'm sorry.

No more questions.
Thank you.

Speaking Russian...

Wait.

Speaking Russian

This way.

Thank you, Valery.

Valery is hand-picked.

Yevgeny wanted you to have
the best for your operation.

Can we just get on with it,
please?

Red is reactant,
clear is catalyst.

Red goes in first,
clear second.

The resulting compound,
Kolokol-1

behaves a lot like ketamine.

The same K-1 used
by your security forces

during the Moscow theater
hostage crisis?

That was aerosolized.
This is in its gel form,

meant to be absorbed
through the skin.

Here or here.

And obviously,
use the glove.

How soon does it
start working?

Almost instantly, inducing
the loss of motor skills,

but not consciousness.

- Will he be able to speak?
- Some.

But the drug
does wear off quickly

so you wanna signal
the kill team

as soon after it takes effect
as possible.

And they'll be where?

Down the street.

John.

The president's asked me
to take this meeting.

Where is he?

Busy.
You can imagine.

Well, I'll come back, then.

What's the matter?
You afraid to talk to me alone?

No.

What, then?

What's the point
of arguing with someone

when you're past the point
of changing his mind?

That goes both ways, Saul.

Maybe,
but you're the only one

willfully ignoring
the facts on the ground.

- Your facts.
- The facts.

I told you Pakistan
wouldn't lie down.

How many different ways
you think you're gonna find

to call me dumb?

I wasn't.

But playing chicken
with the lives

of 20,000 American soldiers
is worse than dumb.

It's... it's unconscionable.

And round and round we go.

The Russians have
the flight recorder, John.

What flight recorder?

From President Warner's
helicopter.

Aren't you at all curious
what it says?

Who shot down that Black Hawk?

Who?

Nobody.

- What do you mean, nobody?
- It was a bad turbine blade.

An accident.

Yeah.

You have the recording
with you?

I'd like to
listen to it myself.

I told you,
the Russians have it.

But you've heard it, right?
With your own ears?

You're missing the point, John.

I'm not expecting you
or the president

to take my word for it.

The point is, the Russians
aren't giving it back

for a reason.

And it's not just
for the entertainment value

of watching us
trip over our dicks.

- What, then?
- I don't know.

But we damn well
better find out.

You know...

I always heard
you were a man of principle.

Now I'm starting to think

you're just making shit up.

- I'm not.
- Prove it.

I can't.

Not in 48 hours, anyway.

For the love of God, John.

Don't be the schmuck
who takes us to war

for the second time in 20 years
under false pretenses.

All wars must be sold, Saul.

And for the record,

I still think overthrowing
Saddam was the right call.

Fell on deaf ears.

Zabel hears
what he wants to hear,

sees what he wants to see.

And where was the president?

Nowhere to be found.

Unbelievable.
What a shit show.

- David, do me a favor.
- Sure.

Very quietly,

I want you to reach out
to Berkle at The Post,

Carolyn Walker at The Times.

Set up a breakfast
for tomorrow

somewhere outside the Beltway.

Is that a good idea?
W-What are you gonna tell them?

Everything.
Let me know when it's set.

Maggie.

I was just
leaving you a note.

Seems I don't have
your number anymore.

- Everything all right?
- It's fine. It's just...

Well, a colleague of Bill's
swore he saw Carrie

at Langley yesterday.

- Is that even possible?
- I don't see why not.

- She's back from Germany?
- Has been. For a few days.

Huh.

You mean you haven't
heard from her.

Not a word

Neither has Franny,
after almost a year away.

Well, that's strange.

Tell me about it.

What on earth
is going on with her?

Jesus, Saul.

Wanna tell me
what the fuck is going on?

Starting with why you haven't
checked in on Franny

since you've been back.

Saul, I'm going to.
Of course I am.

I've been busy.

Too busy
to see your own daughter?

I was waiting
until the weekend.

Bullshit.

It's cause you don't
wanna say good-bye to her

all over again.

Truth is, you're not planning

on staying in the country
very long, are you?

Which begs the question:

Why come back at all?

I came back
to try and stop a war.

Stop a war?

How do you plan to do that,
stop a war?

Any way I can.

Wouldn't have anything to do
with Yevgeny Gromov, would it?

Answer me, God damn it.

Well, I think you know already.

I wanna hear you say it.

Look, I made a deal with him,
okay?

The flight recorder

in exchange for your asset
in Moscow.

I told you
there is no such person.

- He doesn't exist.
- She.

- What?
- She.

It's a woman,
and she does exist.

She taught at a KGB
language school in East Berlin.

Andrei Kuznetsov
was one of her students.

This... this is how she
passes you her intelligence.

Please, God...

tell me you haven't.

What if I have?

Then you've
permanently crippled

our intelligence capability
in Russia.

I'm not exaggerating.

She's the only significant
live source we have left there.

The rest were sent to the wall
by Allison Carr.

So we rebuild the network.

It would take a decade or more,

and in the meantime
we're blind

to a mortal enemy
who's slowly but surely

strangling our democracy.

Saul, let's worry
about the Russians tomorrow.

Today we've got
four Marine battalions

one hair trigger away
from complete annihilation.

You're still not getting it,
Carrie.

Pakistan's a regional problem
at worst.

A regional problem?

No, you tell me that
after the bombs go off.

We're not out of options.
I'm talking to Berkle

- and Walker in the morning.
- That's your plan.

- The press.
- Mm-hmm.

A flying fuck of a difference
that's gonna make.

- It might.
- It won't.

Then we try something else.

Or it's too late.

Sometimes, that's the cost
of doing business.

Did you... did you really
just say that?

What do you want from me?

I am doing everything I can.

No, you are not.
Give me her name.

I won't do that ever.

Now, you go upstairs,
you pack your things

and you get out of my house.

You're turning yourself in
tonight.

Red is reactant.

Clear is catalyst.

Shit.

Carrie.

What are you doing?

Nothing, I... I'm just...

What is this?

What did you do?

Saul, can you hear me?

Say something
if you can hear me.

Good.

Now listen,
a GRU team is on the way.

They'll be here any second.

At that point,
it's out of my hands.

Do you understand?

Saul, do you understand?

Yes.

So tell me now,
and I will call them off.

No.

I'll find out who she is
either way.

I will.

I know you, Saul.

If she's as valuable
as you say,

you'll have put
a mechanism in place,

a hand-over to someone
in the event of your death.

You look me in the eye,

and you tell me
that someone isn't me.

Come on.
Come on, Saul.

Please, just see reason.

No one person is worth
the lives of tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

She is.

No.

You can't possibly
believe that.

They're here, Saul.

Only you can stop this now.

Please, please.

Take him.

Speaking Russian...

Speaking Russian...

Speaking Russian...

Ready.

Okay, Saul.

This is it.

Everything you have ever
asked of me I have done.

And now I'm asking you...

Just let me off the hook here.

Do not make me do this.

I... I am begging you.

Come here.

Go fuck yourself.

What now?

The fallback,
as we discussed.

Tell Charlotte
I'm on my way to the airfield.

I had to try.

I'm 30 minutes late
for a meeting.

- It's Wellington.
- I was just about

to tell your friend here
you should let me answer that.

They'll come looking for me.
Sooner than later.

You've reached Saul Berenson.
Leave a message.

Where the hell are you?

I got Berkle and Walker
waiting here,

and they're getting restless.

Call me when you get this.

Dorit,
my name is Carrie Mathison.

I work with your brother.

I know who you are.
Of course I know.

I... I wasn't sure.

Something's happened to Saul.

Maybe we should talk inside.

Just tell me,
is he dead?

I didn't want you
to hear over the phone.

I wanted you to hear from me.

He had a stroke yesterday.

He managed to call 911, but by
the time the EMTs got there...

I'm sorry.

Where is he?

They're keeping him
at GW Hospital

until arrangements can be made.

Look, it's...
It's a lot to take in, I know.

But I assumed you want him
buried as soon as possible.

So I took the liberty
of arranging a flight for you.

It's in three hours.

The cab will take you
to the airport.

I... I need to pack some things.

Of course.
Here, I can help you.

Thank you.

Have you told Mira?

I called her in Mumbai.
Her mother's not well.

I said I'd let her know
once you'd made arrangements.

Dorit...

Saul said he gave you something
to hold for me

for safekeeping
in case anything ever happened.

You're just like him.

Always an ulterior motive.

He was here three years ago.
Did you know that?

No.

He wanted to work things out
between us, he said.

But that wasn't
the real reason.

He had some operation
he was running with the Arabs.

He used me as cover.

Before that, we hadn't
seen each other for 12 years.

Here I am, so caught up
in my own grief

that I haven't expressed
my sympathy.

You lost him, too.

I should probably get going.

I don't mean to pressure you,

but I need to know if you have
what Saul left for me or...

Oh. I almost forgot.
Of course.

Are you all right?
You seem...

Just relieved.

I'm just so glad
you actually had this.

It'd been a while since Saul
had said anything about it,

and it's... it's critical

I get it to our station
in London.

You're not going back
to Washington?

Um, I'll get there
a few hours behind you.

- In time for Saul's service.
- Yes.

Someone from the agency
is coming for me.

Would it be possible
for me to stay here until then?

Of course.

Just pull
the front door closed.

It locks itself.

Not that we need any security
inside the fence.

Both Speaking Russian...

So he gonna show or what?

It's his meeting.
He'll be here.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Jake, it's me. Uh...

Saul knew
the meeting this morning

was in Alexandria, right?

Then why'd he just text me
that he's on his way in?

Yeah.

Put me through
to Captain Waters at DCPD.

Something's not right.

Thanks.

Here, let me take these.
I'll put them in the back seat.

Thank you.

You probably won't be hungry,

but you should try
to eat something on the plane.

Speaking Russian...

- Put down your weapon.
- I have no weapon.

That's what we agreed.

Hands on the wall.

- Really?
- Hands on the wall.

All right.

You have the name?

I do.

You gonna give it to me?

As long as your side
turns over the flight recorder

within 30 minutes.

That was the deal.

We will.

- You know her?
- Know her?

She's the lead interpreter
at the GRU.

I'm gonna need confirmation
this is real.

Oh, she's real.

She's a name
on a piece of paper

In there.

Go ahead.
I've already seen it.

Carrie,
if you're watching this,

it means you've had a visit
from my sister.

For all our disagreements
over the years,

I've always trusted Dorit
to respect my wishes.

Because in the end,
who we trust in this life

is all that matters.

Anyway, here we are.

There are two reasons
I've never told you

what I'm about to.

First, to protect you.

Second, to protect
what has been...

Next to ours...

My most significant
professional relationship.

Anna Pomerantseva

is an off-book agent
I've been running since 1986.

But running is
a generous description

for my role in the matter.

The fact is,
Anna's been running herself...

Spying for the past 20 years
from the very heart of Moscow,

risking everything for us
every day.

All the while,
sending intelligence

of the highest value
from the highest levels

of the state apparatus.

Anechka?

- Saul.
- Tell me you're at the UN.

Where the hell have you been?

Wellington's been calling
around everywhere.

Just tell me you're still
at the UN.

Yeah, I'm waiting for whatever
it is Mirov's about to say,

and they won't release
a transcript,

- so we all...
- Listen. Just listen.

The interpreter
for the Russian delegation,

Anna Pomerantseva,
you need to find her now.

Why?

She's an asset of ours,

and she's burned.

- I see her.
- Good.

Get her safe.
Call me back.

Excuse me.

Don't look at me, Anna.
Just listen.

- Who are you?
- Saul sent me.

- I have no idea who you are...
- Saul Berenson.

You've been compromised.

I have to get you
out of here.

Anna, please.
We don't have much time.

Saul will explain everything
once you're safe.

I'll leave first.
Follow me.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Speaking Russian...

There is no way out.

- What's your name?
- Scott Ryan.

Mr. Ryan, before they come
through that door,

you need to give me your gun.

No, you're not gonna
shoot your way out of this.

I don't intend
to shoot my way out,

and I can't let them take me.

I won't let them.

You... you can petition
for sanctuary

as a political refugee.

I am a spy, not a refugee.

You're on American soil.

It makes no difference.
Not to them.

So unless you have it in
to kill me yourself,

give me your gun.

- I can't do that.
- Please.

I can't do that.

Then let me talk to Saul.

- Tell me you have her.
- It's me.

My God.

We are in a room
in the basement, trapped.

Man Shouting in Russian...

What was that?

The GRU.
They are right outside.

Tell me exactly where you are.
I'll send help.

There is no time,

and Mr. Ryan
won't give me his gun

so I can end this
on my own terms.

- Anna...
- It's all right, Saul.

I only wish I could have seen
the mission through to the end.

No. Don't say that.

You're the best.

I've never known anyone
so brave.

They're coming now.

Please.
Talk to Mr. Ryan.

Saul?

Unless you've got
some ace up your sleeve...

Give her the gun.

Give her the fucking gun.

Speaking Russian...

Thank you for being here
on such short notice.

On behalf of
the Russian Federation,

I'm here today
to present evidence

that Jalal Haqqani
had nothing to do

with the death
of President Warner

and President Daoud.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the flight recorder

from their helicopter.

Recovered in the field
by officers of the GRU

and authenticated
over the past 24 hours

by aviation experts in Moscow,

what I'm about to play
for you now

is the unedited
cockpit recording

of the last two minutes
of that flight.

Eight miles
out of Steedley.

Altitude, two-zero.

Airspeed, 160 knots.

Heading zero-three-zero.

Low cloud cover coming in.

Let's keep an eye on it.

Just turn it off.
I've heard enough.

- You okay?
- The game's over.

You can cut the bullshit.

- I was just...
- Why don't you just go?

You got everything you wanted.

- What I wanted?
- Yeah, Russia looking like

a sure thing
for the Nobel Prize

and a woman...
A decent woman...

On her way to the dungeon
at Lubyanka.

Decent?

I lost two agents in Cypress
because of her.

Rendered and tortured to death.

Fine, upstanding men, I'm sure.

- Carrie.
- What?

I'm sorry. Okay, if you wanna
blame me, go ahead.

No, I do blame you.

Do not say it was a game,
because it's not.

I did what I had to do.

Cost of doing business.

What?

You sound like Saul.

He should have pulled Anna
from the field

the moment he realized
what you were up to.

You don't understand anything.

I understand, I understand
that it was difficult for him.

Of course it was.

Saul loved me.
He trusted me.

That's why he didn't pull her,
and that's gone now.

That's lost.

Do you see that?

Do you... do you even
know what that means?

You'll survive.

And so will he.

I don't know
what it's like on your side,

but it must be very...

very lonely.

The evidence is clear
and unambiguous.

No one shot down
that Black Hawk.

There was no conspiracy
or sabotage

or pilot malfeasance.

It was simply an accident.

An awful, tragic accident.

So please, Mr. President,

stand down your troops.

Turn your planes around.

There's no more cause for war.

David, get me CENTCOM.

Yes, sir.

General Owens?
Hold for the president.

Carrie?

Anna Pomerantseva is dead.

Killed herself
rather than surrender.

Saul managed
to warn her somehow.

So Israeli counterintelligence
must know, too.

- Ramallah?
- Ramallah.

I have people there
who can smuggle you into Syria.

You almost ready?

Car's here.

I'll be down in a minute.

- You excited?
- Very.

Close your eyes.

Go on.
Close your eyes.

What's this for?

Finishing.

It's beautiful.
Thank you.

You've done a very, very
important thing, Carrie.

Let's go celebrate.

Wow.

I just need my purse.

- Mom's silver.
- It's yours

Are you sure?

I certainly
won't be needing it.

Saul,
I wish you would reconsider.

Come back to Gush Etzion.

Let your family take care
of you instead of strangers.

I don't need taking care of.

You can have the bedroom
right off the garden

- on the ground floor.
- Stop badgering me.

I'm not moving to Israel.

How many ti...

- Shit.
- What?

I forgot to disconnect
the landline.

Put that on the list.

I'll get it.

Here you go.

Easy does it.

Here.
Give me that.

- Who was that?
- Oh, wrong number.

Some guy looking for
a professor Rabinow.

- Rabinow?
- Yeah.

He kept insisting
that he had the right number,

and I kept telling him there's
nobody here by that name.

Thank you.

Ryan Porter on trombone.

Brandon Coleman on keys.

Pops, Rickey Washington
on soprano saxophone.

Patrice Quinn on vocals.

Dwight Trible on vocals.

Tony Austin on drums,

Miles Mosley on bass.

Ronald Bruner Jr. on drums,

My name is Kamasi Washington.

- Professor.
- Hello, Claude.

I just tried you an hour ago.

Some strange woman answered.

My sister.

Well, I've been
a little worried.

Rachel and I read about
the heart attack

and we hadn't heard from you
in such a long time.

I'm much better.
Thank you.

Well, it's good
to have you back, Professor.

You can stop with the cloak
and dagger, Claude.

It's all over now.

You sure about that?

- When did this arrive?
- This morning.

Impossible.

I'll be right back.

Saul, what is it?
Are you all right?

Give me a minute.
Will you, please?

Greetings
from Moscow, Professor.

The Russian S-400 missile
defense system

sold to Iran and Turkey
has a backdoor.

It can be defeated.

Specs to follow.

Stay tuned.