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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 in the port of Aden-

This was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable and cowardly act.

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

...until something stops him.

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 got to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

How come I never heard of this guy?

- Who, Quinn?
- Just check around.

So he met some guy on a city bus?

- You know him?
- Dar Adal.

That's Dar Adal?

That's him, in the flesh.

- Hello?
- Hey, it? me.

Carrie, I need you
to go get my family right away.

Take them somewhere safe.

The C.I.A. sent me, Jess. There's a threat.

Whoa. This is sick.

Thank you...

for being here.

Carrie, he's here. He's in America.

Abu Nazir?

How is that even possible? Jesus Christ.

If that's the device,
it's at least 200 pounds.

Tac 1, Tac 2, Tac 3, move now. Over.

F.B.I. Show your hands.

It's not him. It's not Abu Nazir.

Stand down. We still need him.

I say again, stand down.

What the hell are you doing here?

We got 'em, Brody. Your
information was good.

Got 'em all?

All but Nazir. He's still out there.

Walter's Waffles for lunch every Tuesday.

Some habits die hard, I guess.

Little things I can count on
mean more and more to me as I get older.

Do you find that?

I find that everything means
more to me as I get older.

Plus, I've got a crush on Berta.

I went by your house.

New owners. Nice people.

There's no point in
keeping a house anymore.

I have to move every few weeks.

Christ, I miss the Cold War.

Prefer the daily threat
of nuclear annihilation?

No, I miss the rules.

The Soviets didn't shoot us.
We didn't shoot them.

Boy, this bunch-

Thought you retired.

Oh, I tried. I tried.

Tell me about Peter Quinn.

Peter Quinn?

You met with him last night around 8:00.

Number 7 bus.

Who's asking?

- Me.
- Just you?

Peter Quinn is one of mine.

Why would Estes put a off-the-book
black ops guy...

in charge of a straight-up
intelligence operation?

He didn't tell me. He
just asked for a soldier.

Soldiers kill people.

They also fix airplane engines
and cook bad food.

It was a figure of speech.

Maybe Estes put Quinn in there
just to keep his eye on you.

Maybe he doesn't trust you.

Why wouldn't he trust me?

You still afraid to get
your hands dirty, Saul?

I still prefer to figure the problem out...

not obliterate it.

You're too sensitive for this line of work-
you always have been.

I'm amazed you've lasted this long.

Me too.

- Has Brody called?
- Not yet.

- He will.
- I know.

- Listen, Jessica, about last night-
- Hey, shh.

I loved last night.

It was... fun.

- It was, wasn't it?
- Yeah, it was.

I keep waiting to feel guilty.

Brody.

I'll be next door.

Welcome home.

Pretty posh.

- Thanks for helping out, Mike.
- No problem.

Let me go pack my bags.

- Everything good?
- Everything's great.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, buddy.

Come here.

Hi, Dad.

I'll be heading out.

If you guys need anything else,
give me a holler.

Hey.

See you around.

Dad? Are you a spy now?

No. No, I'm just a congressman
who helped the C.I.A.

So you won't be disappearing again?

No. I'm not going anywhere.

I've got homework.

You too. You got a book report to write.

So what happens next?

- Do we get to go home?
- Not quite yet.

Well, the kids can't miss any more school
without falling behind.

They're going stir-crazy.

- I noticed.
- So am I.

I noticed.

It's good that Mike was here.

Yeah. It helped.

What are we doing?

I don't know.

Dana told me it was Carrie
that stopped you...

from letting her go to the police.

Yes, it was.

Go ahead, answer it.

Hello?

Hey.

So the attorney general's
ready to honor our agreement with you...

but, as we discussed, there are few
things you'll need to do first.

- Resign from Congress?
- For starters.

You'll also have to tell Walden
that you're passing on the V.P. spot.

Press are gonna have
a lot of questions when you do...

so we're gonna have to figure out
what you're gonna say.

I could say it's personal.

Just decided to put family before politics.

How is the family?

I honestly don't know.

Well, you can all go home soon.

That should help.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

You?

It's good to hear your voice.

Yours too.

Talk to you later.

Market stocks fell for a fifth day...

led by resources-

The president of the United States...

personally called the
director this morning...

and congratulated him on a job well done.

That's the good news.

The bad news is,
we still don't have Abu Nazir yet.

With F.B.I. help, we've dropped
a net over the D.C. metro area.

Maryland and the Virginia State Police
and the National Guard...

- have joined the search.
- Find Adal?

What'd he say?

Quinn is one of his.

So what's he doing here?

That's a good question.

There'll be plenty of time for celebrating
after we get Nazir.

I am personally looking forward
to at least several martinis.

I had a talk with Dar Adal.

He confirmed that Peter Quinn,
or whatever his real name is...

comes from his side of things.

So again I ask:
What's he doing in my operation?

His operation, Saul.
It's his operation.

- And now it's over.
- Is it?

Yes.

Why is he still here?

Brody knows that you and Walden
ordered a drone strike...

- against a madrassa full of kids.
- So?

So it could be that Quinn's
an insurance policy...

against that information
ever becoming public.

An insurance policy?

Just what exactly are you implying?

Only that you and Walden...

went to great lengths
once before to cover up the drone strike.

Is this an accusation?

- I'm only asking a question, David.
- Well, goddamn it, Saul...

I'm not gonna dignify it with an answer.

- Is that a yes?
- Fuck you, Saul. Fuck you!

Am I interrupting?

- No. What's up?
- Carrie's been in an accident.

D.C. police found her car
on 17th Street all smashed up.

- It was broadsided.
- She hurt?

- They can't find her.
- What do you mean, they can't find her?

She's not there.
They're looking in local hospitals.

Get over to 17th Street.

He knows.

Oh, you dog.

Sorry.

Are you hustling me?

Our friends at Secret
Service reached out to us.

Finn Walden wants to come and visit Dana.

He says it's important.

Finn Walden wants to pay Dana a visit.

I don't think she'd like that.

- Shouldn't we ask her?
- Ask me what?

Finn wants to come see you.

Why?

- I don't know.
- He says it's important.

He's been texting me all day.

He sounds like a mess.

Okay.

- I'll let them know.
- Thanks.

Are you alone?

No.

I will call you back in one minute-

Sorry. It's work.

Hey. I'm just stretching my legs.

Mm-hmm.

What the fuck have you done to Carrie?

Did you think it would be easy?

That you could betray
me and just walk away?

It's over.

Get that into your fucking head!

- It's not over.
- Let me talk to her, goddamn it.

Nicholas, calm down.

If you want to help her,
you will do exactly as I tell you.

I need you to get into
the vice president's home office.

- Why?
- There's a treadmill in there.

Somewhere near it,
there is a plastic case the size of a book.

Inside it, there is a serial number.

How the fuck do you know all this?

New York Times, believe it or not.

- Get me the number.
- Why?

Tell me, goddamn it!

- Walden has a bad heart
- So?

His pacemaker can be
wirelessly accessed with that number.

You 're shitting me.

I'm not.

I won't do it.

- Yes, you will.
- No. I won't.

Nazir?

Nazir?

Send me the number, or I will kill her.

No. You'll kill her anyway.

Right here.

Right now.

Okay. Okay, okay.

Okay, just-

Nazir?

Nazir!

Hey, Dad?

We gonna finish our game of hearts?

Not now.

Carrington.

Jim? It's Nick Brody.
Is the vice president there?

Oh, he's in a meeting
with the Israeli ambassador.

Great. I need to talk to him.
Something of an emergency.

Well, I can't interrupt the meeting.

All right. I understand.

Uh, I'll be over.

- Will you keep him there?
- I'll do my best, Congressman.

I got a small cyclone stirring over
the matter of wheat subsidies.

I gotta go talk to the vice president.

Of course.

I'll need a car to take us
to the naval observatory in 10 minutes.

Thanks.

Mmm.

Oh, where the fuck are you, Carrie?

Uh, do you request medical alert line?

There's no record of her
at any local hospitals or emergency rooms.

Cops are still canvassing the neighborhood.
We might get lucky.

Lucky?

No one saw the crash?

Well, one guy says
he saw a woman running away.

Another says he saw
a guy dragging a woman into another car.

Any surveillance tape? There's cameras
all over the place down here.

Well, the cops are collecting
what they can find.

Computers will run a search.

We dropped the ball.

Never should have
let Carrie wander around unprotected.

If it's Nazir, what's he up to?

Maybe Carrie's a bargaining chip...

to get himself out of the country.

Then why haven't we heard from him?

I don't know.

Carrie? Is that you?

Brody, this is Saul Berenson.

I'm calling on her phone.

Carrie's missing.

Police found her car over on 17th Street,
smashed to shit.

Looks like some kind of hit-and-run.

Last number she called was you.

What'd she say?
She tell you where she was going?

- Brody, you there?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Well, what'd she say?

Oh, she told me it was
time to tell Walden...

that I could no longer
be a candidate for V.P.

That's if?

We also discussed
my resigning from Congress.

If you hear from her again, let me know.

I will.

What are you guys doing here?
You in hiding or something?

Turns out my dad is like a super spy...

and terrorists want to
kill him or some shit.

I don't know.

That sounds kind of insane.

Doesn't it?

How come you didn't answer any of my texts?

What do you want, Finn?

Every morning I wake up...

and for a few brief seconds, I'm free.

I can just...

look at the sky, or...

listen to the birds.

And then...

wham.

I remember the sound of that woman
hitting the windshield.

I remember that I've killed
another human being...

and I can't take it back.

You're the only one I can talk to about it.

It makes me sick that...

you hate me.

Did you know what your dad would do?

That he would pay them off?

That's how the world works.

Didn't know that, I guess.

Remember that night-

top of the Washington Monument?

Can we start over?

Whatever we felt...

we broke it.

We killed it...

just the same way that
we killed that woman.

That's Nazir less than 20 minutes
before Carrie's accident.

Security cameras caught him.

That's his car. We traced
the license plate.

He probably used a fake I.D. It's a rental.

Where is this place?

Five blocks from where Carrie's car
was hit on 17th Street.

Fuck you doing here?
You're supposed to be in Walter Reed.

I heard about Carrie. I want to help.

Here, take a look at this.

No.

As you please.

This is what you did to Brody, isn't it?

A lot of pain, a little love.

Am I supposed to feel grateful?

I don't care what you feel.

There's no way he can just waltz
into the Naval Observatory...

and get you that serial number.

He's a resourceful man when he wants to be.

Not that resourceful.

He will do it to save you.

You're gonna kill me no
matter what happens.

Brody knows that.

A man gambles with what he has.

He will try.

Don't be so sure.

He's smarter than you think.

You love him too.

Perhaps we have that in common.

We have nothing in common.

Sometimes, when you're breaking a man...

an emotional transference takes place.

For me, with Nicholas,
it was quite powerful.

It was really a kind of love.

You're never gonna leave
this country alive.

I know...

and I don't care.

Bullshit.

You can't even imagine that, can you?

Believing in something bigger than you...

more important than you?

We are at war. I am a soldier.

You are a terrorist.

Imagine you are sitting down to dinner
with your wife and children.

Out of the sky...

as if thrown by an angry god...

a drone strike hits and
destroys all of them.

Who is the terrorist?

It's the last day of Ramadan.

A young man enters a Shia village...

pushing a cart full of candy and toys.

He waits in the school playground
for all the children to gather.

Then he reaches back and flips a switch.

We fight with what we have.

You pervert the teachings of the Prophet
and call it a cause.

You turn teenagers into suicide bombers.

Generation after generation
must suffer and die.

We are prepared for that. Are you?

Whatever it takes.

Really?

With your pension plans
and organic foods...

your beach houses and sports clubs?

Do you have the perseverance,
the tenacity, the faith?

Because we do.

You can bomb us, starve us,
occupy our holy places...

but we will never lose our faith.

We carry God in our hearts, our souls.

To die is to join him.

It may take a century...

two centuries, three centuries...

but we will exterminate you.

Like I said...

you're a terrorist.

I.D., please.

Ma'am.

I've got Congressman Brody
for the vice president.

Stacy.

- Congressman Brody.
- Hello.

I'm sorry, but the vice president's...

still in his meeting with Ambassador Elon.

- Oh, no worry, I'll wait.
- It might be a while.

I don't mind.

Can I get you anything? Water, lemonade?

Double shot of your best bourbon.

Just kidding. I'm fine.

Nature calls.

Gentlemen, bathroom?

Thank you.

- Nicholas?
- I've got the number.

- Text it to me.
- Let Carrie go first.

Text me the number, then I will let her go.

No, you won't.

Once you've got what you
need, you'll kill her.

The minute I let her go,
you won't text me the number.

You-You've got to trust me.

How could I possibly trust you?

Send me the number, or I will kill her.

Nazir, if you kill her,
you will never get this number.

You have five seconds.

Listen to me. Listen to me. Nazir, listen.

Let Carrie go, and I swear
I will send it to you.

I swear on the soul of Issa.

Why would I believe that?

Because you know how much I loved him...

and because you know
how much I hate Walden.

He deserves to die for what he did...

end what he will do as president.

Swear again.

I swear. I swear.

Swear on the immortal soul
of my son Issa Mohammed.

I swear. I s-

I swear...

on Issa's...

immortal soul.

Nazir?

Nazir!

Go. Go!

Go.

Let me see her, goddamn it.

I want to see her actually
getting away, Nazir.

It's too dark.

It's too dark, Nazir. I can't see her.

She is gone. Send me the number.

Send me the number now.

Send me the number, or I will go after her.

Asshole!

There you are.

I thought you left.

Getting a feel for the joint?

Yeah. Hope you don't mind.

Not at all. Be yours soon enough.

You all right? What's the matter?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How was, uh-
How was your meeting with Ambassador Elon?

We're getting close.

Another week or so, we'll be ready
to deliver the bunker buster...

Israel needs to take out lran's nuclear
enrichment plant at Natanz.

I thought that was off the table.

It was.

Estes told me what you did for C.I.A.

Not the details, of course, but...

he said you were instrumental
in bringing down Nazir's network.

I- I was able to help a little, yes.

How do you manage to do all that
and keep it to yourself?

I don't know.

As soon as I can get
that operation declassified...

we are gonna tell
this whole fucking country what you did.

“Marine Fights Terrorists
at Home as Well as Abroad.”

What'd you want to see me about?

Right.

Right, um-

Well, sir, uh...

I'm afraid...

that, in fact, this can never be mine.

Why not?

Because... I've decided
to withdraw my name...

from consideration for the V.P. spot.

I'm sorry, sir.

It's for my family.

Fuck your family.

We're talking about
the second-highest office in this land-

the possibility someday
of the highest office in this land.

You don't walk away from that.

Not for anyone.

You okay?

I don't know.

Actually, it's not for my family.

It's for me.

Because I want to feel clean again.

And because I pretty much disagree...

with everything you say and do.

That's very funny.

You got some balls, Brody.
I'll give you that.

I'm not joking.

Call a doctor.

I don't think so.

Goddamn-

What are you doing?

You still don't get it, do you?

I'm killing you.

Are you fucking nuts?

- Jesus, what happened to you?
- Give me your cell phone.

I'm not gonna give you
my fucking cell phone.

This is a matter of national security.
Give me your fucking cell phone.

No. Hey. Hey! Come back with that.

Yeah.

Saul, it's Carrie.

Carrie, where the fuck are you?

- Abu Nazir is in an abandoned mill.
- Where?

- I have no idea.
- Give me my phone, you bitch!

- Where are we? Where the fuck are we?
- What?

- We're on Highway 50.
- Where on Highway 50?

East of Chantilly.

Highway 50, east of Chantilly.

We'll find you. Stay put.
Do not go after Nazir.

We 're on our way.

Highway 50, east of Chantilly.

Here. I'm sorry. That was an emergency.

National emergency.

East of Chantilly, east of Chantilly.

- Fifty. Fifty.
- There.

Dalton's Mill.
Halfway between Middleburg and Chantilly.

Call state police and tell 'em to surround
the place. And grab every available body...

- and get over there.
- Yes, sir.

I'll alert the F.B.I.
and the rest of Homeland Security.

Hey, get a doctor! I need a doctor.

The vice president is
having a heart attack.

Will somebody get a doctor?

- Saul Berenson?
- Yes?

- You're wanted upstairs.
- Upstairs? What for?

It's important. That's all they told me.

I'm on my way to catch a terrorist.
What could be more important?

- They didn't say.
- Jesus Christ.

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

- Who's asking for me?
- I don't know, sir.

You don't know? Who told you to get me?

They just want to ask you
some questions, sir.

Questions? They?
What the fuck are you talking about?

There's a room waiting for us downstairs.

I thought you said we were going upstairs.
Who the fuck-

Hey, hey. Get your fucking hands off me.

Call Deputy Director Estes.
He'll straighten this out.

He's fully aware.