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Previously on Homeland...

Saul Berenson, my new National Security Advisor.

We have a very troubling situation

that's grown more and more out of control-- O'Keefe.

The only reason the Feds haven't caught up with me is because

of the courage and kindness of families like yours.

I'm proud to be fightin' on your side.

I'm gonna ask one of the guys to drive me to town today.

There's a bus station there.

Wait, wait, wait. What's going on?

I told you. I'm done. I need to go home.

FBI won't leave without O'Keefe.

Tell me where you took him. I will end this.

You think, what? He'll just turn himself in without a fight?

We go together.

Then it's O'Keefe and me. Agreed?

She's got some connection to Wellington.

A colleague, maybe? A secret girlfriend?

What about our last encounter

suggested I ever wanted to hear from you again?

I just need you to ID her. It's important.

You know, not every shred of non-conventional behavior

boils down to an onset of hypomania.

There's a vast government conspiracy, and you're

the only person who could bring it to light. I know, Carrie.

You're acting like it's me off my meds.

I'm on my meds.

Are you aware that lithium can become ineffective?

It simply stops working.

Fuck!

Unlock my computer, or I will fucking kill you!

Let me go.

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He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Carrie, you're not yourself.

You don't have my condition.

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

since I was 22.

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

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

Civil... war.

Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

It's only getting worse.

Is there no fucking line?

Ridiculous lies and accusations.

The White House is in crisis mode.

I'm talking about information warfare.

Our country is under attack.

The time to rise up is now!

I swore an oath to protect it.

Just think of me as a light on the heavens,

a beacon steering you clear of the wrongs.

- Dr. Meyer? - Carrie! Jesus. You scared me.

Do-- do you have, like, five minutes?

I have a patient coming in.

I really need to talk to you. Now.

Please?

Five minutes.

Oh, my God. You're bleeding.

- Um, I'm fine. - What happened?

- Nothing. Uh... - There's blood on your head.

- We should get you to an ER. - I don't have a head wound.

A head wound would be a fucking relief. Can you focus?

O-okay. Why don't you sit down?

- I'm sorry. - It's fine. Just... have a seat.

- Are you gonna sit? - I'm not, actually.

Why don't you tell me what's going on?

I think you're right.

I think my, uh, my lithium is crapping out.

What have you noticed?

I'm jittery. My heart rate is up. I'm talking too fast.

I've been through this a zillion times.

I-I know what it looks like, so...

C-could we just, um... could we try another medication?

I'm happy to change your meds

once we have a better sense of what the situation is.

Well, I just told you.

You show up unannounced, looking like a truck ran you over

and tell me that the problem is your rate of speech?

I'm concerned you may be injured.

I am concerned you may need an HIV screen.

No, it's not like that. I'm...

I had a few glasses of wine and-- and fell down.

It's embarrassing.

Have you been drinking too much in general?

Maybe.

- Blacking out? - No.

What else? Hearing voices?

No. No voices. No visions.

But...

I'm grandiose. I think...

we can all agree on that. And, um...

impulse control...

is becoming a problem. So...

When I'm like this,

it doesn't get better, it gets worse.

If-- if-- if the lithium is...

isn't working...

It saved my life, that drug.

I have a child. This cannot be happening to me.

You know the drill pretty well. Wanna get to the rest of it?

What?

Are you a danger to yourself?

Suicide? No. No, no. I-I...

I couldn't do that to Franny.

But it's safe to say I'm not as risk-averse as-- as I should be.

Okay, does that mean you're a danger to others?

Okay, stop. This is far enough. Stop.

I'll take it from here.

For the record, this is fucking nuts.

Hey.

Hello.

My name is Saul Berenson. I'm looking for Brett O'Keefe.

Who?

Brett O'Keefe? I was told he's here.

Somebody told you wrong.

Hey!

Good boy.

So you're FBI?

I work for the President of the United States.

Need to talk to Mr. O'Keefe. It's important.

I told you, nobody here by that name.

Tell him I'm not leaving till I see him.

I'll go get my dad.

Hey.

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Carrie?

- Carrie? - Hi.

Fucking hell. She's right here.

I don't have any idea. Would you call the precinct,

let them know we found her? Yeah.

Sorry.

We called every hospital, every--

- I just said I'm sorry. - Franny was terrified.

Why didn't you just tell her I was working?

Because you don't have a job.

She's not a baby. She understands things.

Not to mention the fact that we don't lie to our children.

Back off. Okay?

I was at the shrink, exactly like you wanted.

You were right. I'm-- I'm...

I'm not myself.

At all.

Apparently, I've developed a lithium tolerance.

Dr. Meyer told you this?

Basically, she wants me to...

...sedate myself into a coma to break the manic cycle.

Seroquel.

That'll knock you out for a few days.

At least.

And then what?

Uh, we start experimenting with different drugs,

maybe augment the lithium with a second drug.

maybe...

replace it altogether.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. I can't believe' this is happening.

Hey, come here.

Maggie, I'm so scared.

Don't be. We'll get through this.

And we've been here before.

But we haven't. We haven't been here before.

I'm starting at the beginning again.

It-- it could take...

months to find the right dosage,

or years, or-- or-- or maybe nothing works.

I can't raise a kid

if I'm at the bottom of a black hole with no walls.

- Fuck. - That is not going to happen.

You don't know that.

I know that we will do everything possible

- to find an effective treatment. - Listen to me.

I can't have Franny visiting me in a locked ward, ever.

I don't care what you say to her.

She can't see me like that.

- She won't. - Promise me.

I would rather you say I was dead.

- Stop. - I mean it.

I do, too. Stop it.

Now...

let's get you started on the Seroquel.

Okay.

Shit.

Tell 'em to stand down.

All right, just stay here.

So who turned me in?

Let me guess-- tall one with the blond hair.

He seemed like the weak link.

Does it matter?

It's over.

I don't agree.

Roads are blocked. No one's getting out.

There's no need for this to end badly.

Well, that depends on how you define "badly."

That ball's in your court.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're a fugitive from justice.

Eventually, we'll have to come in and get you.

Well, it won't be without a fight,

I can tell you that.

I see women and children back there.

You really gonna put them in harm's way?

If I have to.

What do you say we at least explore

the other options, talk them through?

- Talk 'em through, huh? - Yeah.

Do it right over there, in plain sight of everyone.

Hey. Where you going?

I have to think about it.

O'Keefe!

I said I'll think about it.

You don't have him in custody?

No, he's back in the house.

Why didn't you grab him?

I told you, David, there were guns drawn.

We're at some sort of family compound.

I'm not sure who all lives here. FBI's trying to establish that.

But there are definitely children.

Trying to avoid an incident.

So what do you want from us?

Authority to negotiate terms for O'Keefe's surrender.

Fine.

- Anything within reason. - Also, I need the FBI Director

to order his people around here to lay back.

O'Keefe's been making them look like idiots for six weeks,

and they're in the mood to break heads.

Before we go in, maybe you should tell me

what's on your mind.

We could end this right now.

- How? - By dropping all charges.

Tell Saul and the FBI to pick up and walk away.

You mean let O'Keefe go?

You really believe that's the best move

after all the shit he's pulled?

It is the only sure way

to keep the situation from going sideways.

Saul can handle it.

He said guns were already drawn.

Brett O'Keefe is a menace.

I want him in custody.

What have we got?

- Good morning, Madam President. - Good morning.

We have a time-sensitive matter

we need to bring to your attention,

not on the agenda.

Okay.

We have fresh Intel that Assad is mounting an offensive

against the Free Syrian Army.

We've been tracking an arms shipment from Iran.

It's on its way to a weapons depot

on the outskirts of Al-Salamiyah.

Now we can hit that convoy before it gets there.

Excuse me, General, this is the same briefing

I got last week.

It's been updated, ma'am.

Updated how?

We have three new strike scenarios,

including one scrambling F-15E Eagles out of Incirlik.

The intelligence is the same, though--

a shipment of weapons on its way from Iran to Syria.

Yes, ma'am.

So what makes you think I've changed my mind?

Because as far as I can tell,

this is exactly the recommendation

I rejected on Friday, right?

- With respect, Madam President-- - Answer me. Am I right?

Or... am I missing something here?

No, ma'am. You're-- you're right, ma'am.

Then I ask again,

what makes you think I've changed my position?

- I see that you haven't. - Correct.

And however politically vulnerable

you may or may not think I am,

all of you,

don't think for a second that I will be leveraged

or back away from the military drawdown

I announced on the very first day of my candidacy.

So let's not waste any more time on this.

Moving on.

Uh, I have to apologize, dragging you all into this.

Well...

we knew it could happen.

"Someday." That's...

that's very different from "today."

What you wanna do?

Well, I'm tryin' to figure that out.

That man out there, Saul Berenson--

he is the National Security Advisor to the President.

Her right hand, practically.

That means we are high priority,

we are big fuckin' news,

and where I come from, that's a good thing.

If their plan was to take me by force,

they would've done it already,

out there just now, but they didn't.

Here we are, inside,

chatting away.

They are outside. holding their dicks.

It's an interesting situation.

I just don't know how long it can last, though,

this gentlemanly standoff.

We are so outnumbered.

We don't have to be.

So what's the plan?

Brett.

Berenson says he wants to talk.

I'm gonna talk.

Saul.

Ten minutes!

Hello?

Hello?

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Maggie?

I've been calling you for the past hour.

Anybody here?

Um, I don't...

No.

- What's wrong with you? - I was asleep.

Well, you need a cup of coffee or something?

No.

I ran down that photo you sent me.

I thought I was supposed to fuck off

and never call you again.

Simone Martin. Born outside Paris.

Graduated from the London School of Economics.

Met David Wellington in Budapest four years ago.

They've been involved on and off ever since.

She works for an NGO called

the International Democracy Foundation.

Four months ago, she moved back to their Washington office.

- Listen... - It gets better.

Stop.

I can't help you with this. It's interesting.

I-I-I hope you find something.

What are you talking about?

I'm sick, and...

I'm gonna be sick for a while.

What does that mean?

- You have to leave me alone. - Fuck that.

Go get in my car. We'll get you some antibiotics.

- Leave you alone... - I'm sorry.

You were ready to torch my career for the revolution.

Take a shower. Let's get on with it.

I'm bipolar.

And my drug protocol is fucked up, so...

There's a whole process that has to happen,

and it does not include me doing this.

Okay.

Part of being manic

is seeing connections everywhere.

Some of it's made my career, but some of it's just...

...nightmares that don't stop when you're awake.

So yes. This administration is messing with civil procedure,

but...

this nefarious shit that I'm ascribing

to the President and David Wellington is just...

What? You think you made it up?

That's what happens.

A vehicle registered to this woman

was issued a parking ticket on March 30th

in Hazelton, West Virginia.

That's three miles from the prison

where General McClendon was sentenced

to spend the rest of his life.

It's also the day before he died.

And yeah, I know where she lives,

in case you're wondering.

Must be a slow week in Washington

if the President sends

her new National Security Advisor down here.

You don't have anything better to do?

Defeat ISIS? Bring peace to the Middle East?

Most urgent national security issue right now is you.

Me? Really?

Wow!

Just so we're clear,

all I've done, all I am doing

is exercising my First Amendment rights,

for which I have been slandered,

persecuted, hunted--

How about gettin' down off that high horse?

- Just the two of us here. - Just the two of us, huh?

There are Federal sharpshooters

out there right now.

Jesus, I can-- I can practically feel the gun sights.

One false move... Pow!

Nobody's gonna shoot you, O'Keefe.

Not yet, anyway.

Then lose the rifles.

Just as soon as your people do.

Well, that hardly seems fair, does it?

Well, I'm not the one breaking the law.

- I beg your pardon? - Isn't that what you're doing?

Well, I'd like to think I'm filling a void,

the one vacated by

the walking dead and decrepit media.

Come on. You're smart. You don't really believe that.

Oh, I do.

- I do. People are angry. - So you keep saying.

Maybe they'd be a little less angry

and a little more reasonable, these people,

if you stopped peddling your outright falsehoods,

conspiracy theories...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Seriously.

You're poisoning the conversation.

What conversation?

We haven't had a conversation in this country for 50 years.

Not since "these people," as you keep calling them,

got sent to fight the war in Vietnam.

Not since their children were bussed to schools

in the ghetto.

Not since their jobs were shipped overseas.

Not since the Christian values they cherish

were trashed and ridiculed

in favor of every boy who thinks he's a girl

or girl who thinks she's a boy-- well, fuck that.

Fair enough.

"Fair enough"?

Every one of those things you just mentioned

is worth talking about, debating.

Hear, hear.

Instead, you're out there accusing the President

of murdering General McClendon, calling for a revolution.

Hey...

I serve my audience.

- That's your answer? - That's the American way.

Nothing ever got done in this country

by civil discourse alone.

The loud get heard. They always have.

They also fall the hardest.

Come and get me. Go ahead.

Send in the storm troopers. We'll see what happens.

The world is watching.

Not for long.

What do you mean?

Once we shut down your broadcast,

jam your communications,

you'll be completely cut off.

Here's the truth.

You will never be in a stronger negotiating position

than you are right now.

Tell me what you want.

What's it gonna take for you to walk outta here?

- Still on the phone? - Mm-hmm.

I had an ex who was bipolar.

- Really? - Yeah.

It sucks.

I'm sorry you have to deal with that.

- Is that why you broke up? - No.

You can say it. It's not gonna hurt my feelings.

We broke up 'cause I drank too much.

Why'd you drink?

Kabul.

Boredom after.

Did you stop?

No.

I didn't.

It's under control.

That's what I told my sister.

Then she sent me to the shrink.

Is it?

Under control?

Not really.

Took Audrey forever to figure out the drugs.

Years of messing with dosages and diet

and does she drink or not?

And there were times when...

We had some bad days but...

Eventually she got her head straight.

Just in time to leave me.

Hey. She's on the move.

- What are you doing? - Go ahead.

- I'm gonna look around. - Get back in the car.

- Don't worry about it. - You're half asleep.

You're gonna lose her. You need to go.

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I know he's attacked you personally, ma'am.

But I think there's an opportunity to be generous here.

What are the terms?

Amnesty for everyone who's provided

safe harbor for him.

- Okay. - Including a woman who's been

traveling with him, uh, Sharon Aldright.

Anything else?

He wants a televised trial.

I am not giving that lunatic a megaphone.

He's already got one, Madam President.

What this deal does is take it away.

How do you figure?

He'll have half the country tuning in all day, every day.

Slowroll the preliminaries. And that'll be two years before

anybody sees the inside of a courtroom.

That's a lifetime from now if you ask me,

hopefully forgotten by then.

His audience will have dried up.

Do all the grandstanding he wants. There won't be anybody--

I'm proud of you. You're doing the right thing.

Not so fast.

What do you mean?

Keane hasn't agreed to anything yet.

Berenson's still on the phone with her.

- She will. - Don't be so sure.

Okay.

Well, we're gonna find out soon enough anyway.

Plus I'm not so hot all of a sudden

on the idea of going to prison.

Why are you assuming that's what's gonna happen?

Why wouldn't I assume that?

There's a trial to get through first.

And the point is, you did nothing wrong.

You didn't know anything about a plot

to assassinate the President, right?

Brett?

Yeah, of course not.

Well, then, you have nothing to worry about.

Well, she had McClendon poisoned, didn't she?

Oh, come on, Brett, not even you believe that.

You know, you're the second person today

who's told me that.

The other one's right out there,

no idea what's about to hit him.

- What are you talking about? - Let's just say,

I'd take your bags back upstairs if I were you.

We're not going anywhere just yet.

- Uh, 10-15. - Excuse me, ma'am?

Hi.

- You live around here? - No.

What are you doing here today?

I'm meeting a friend. Starbucks.

- Nothing else? - Like what?

Someone was seen breaking into an apartment down the block.

You match the description.

Yeah. That...

I was not breaking into an apartment.

I mean, I-I was. I'm-- I'm feeding my friend's cat.

Um, she's out of town,

and I forgot the keys at home like an idiot.

So-- so I went through the window. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to freak anybody out.

You mind if I give your friend a call?

- Just to confirm? - Well, she's out of the country.

That's why I have to feed the stupid cat.

What's her name?

I don't wanna give you her name.

She's had immigration issues, frankly,

and the last thing she needs is to be on your radar.

- What's your name? - Yeah, I really have to go.

Ma'am. You were spotted breaking into an apartment.

We're gonna need some information.

Do I look like a burglar? Go through my pockets.

I have a phone and some ChapStick.

Someone called it in so I'm gonna need you

to make a statement down at the precinct either way.

The precinct? This is ridiculous.

I have to pick up my kid from school.

You're refusing to provide us with your name.

I could cite you just for that.

So how 'bout you step into the car

and just explain what happened down at the precinct?

Down on the ground!

No, wait! Wait, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot!

I'm Sharon Aldright! I work with Brett O'Keefe!

- Where is he? - He's not coming.

Look, there's something going on in there.

- What? - I don't know,

but I know that there's reinforcements coming in now.

Let's go! Let's go! Hey! Close the road.

Shut it down. Set up a perimeter.

I need ten of you! Now! Let's move!

Saul! Saul!

Saul!

Get out of there! Run!

Run!

Let him go!

I don't think so! Get him back to the house.

Nobody move!

I said let him go, or we'll slaughter you where you stand.

Come on!

I got snipers in the woods, pal.

Every one of you is a dead man two times over.

- Maslin... - No, shut it, Saul.

You got five seconds.

Four, three...

- Two... - Let him go.

You, too, tough guy. Put your weapons down.

- You're under arrest. - Fuck you. You want us?

You're gonna have to shoot us in the back. Let's go.

You know, just for the record,

I told you so.

Hey. Good. Good.

My kid's gonna be sitting on the curb by herself.

Is there someone we can call for you?

No, there isn't. I'm a single mother.

- We get a name yet? - Nothing yet.

Okay, this is a misunderstanding,

and your officers are completely overreacting.

I'm 100% sure that's true.

- Right this way, please. - Well, I just told them,

my kid is waiting for me at school to pick her up.

Okay, okay, we'll talk about it. In here, please.

Have a seat. Please.

Can I see some ID? Maybe a driver's license.

There's nothing on me. Sorry.

Tell me your name, please.

I wanna see your commanding officer right now.

You realize, if I can't get basic information out of you,

this just goes downhill.

Listen, the apartment thing was a mix-up.

I need you to believe me. I can't end up in your system.

I have a six-year-old daughter,

and I'm in the middle of a...

very ugly custody battle.

So if I have an arrest on my record, they're gonna...

they're gonna take my kid away from me.

Do-- do you understand what I'm saying?

We have to book you.

But I'm gonna call someone at Social Services

- and see if they can-- - No. No, no, no. No.

Tell me your name, hon.

You cannot call Social Services.

- Go ahead. - Ma'am, please come with me.

No, do not book me. Do not book me.

Do not book me, please. Please. Please. Please don't do this.

Please, please, please, please. No. Don't do this. No, no.

- Hey, hey, get off of me. - Come on.

- Get off of me. - Calm down.

No. No!

All right, that's enough.

No, no.

What the hell happened? I thought it was a done deal.

He was playing us the whole time.

Stalling until he could get more guys with guns

- into the compound. - How many more?

At least 30, according to Saul.

Jesus.

Is it too late to walk away?

Media's there in full force. We'll take a beating.

We do have a few options.

Such as?

Well...

That arms shipment to the Assad regime--

the window's still open for an air strike.

A show of strength isn't necessarily

a bad thing, Elizabeth. Don't reject it out of hand.

- I already have. Twice. - Then take a third look.

Otherwise, Brett O'Keefe is the lead story tomorrow

and the next day and the day after that.

I am not gonna blow up a convey in Syria

in order to control the news cycle.

Then do it because it will save lives on the ground.

- Says who? General Rossen? - If those weapons are destined

for the front lines, well, they'll be used

against FSA positions in population centers,

hospitals, apartments, schools, mosques--

Okay. Okay! Assume for a second I say yes,

- where does it end? - What do you mean?

What about the Russian supply routes?

- Do I bomb those, too? - That's your objection?

That you can take out an Iranian convey

without risking a world war, but not a Russian one?

The point is, you draw a line, you stay behind it.

Listen to yourself.

You're in a defensive crouch.

You're stuck there. You have been for months.

It's bad policy. It's wrong. It just is.

I know, but you have to do it, anyway.

- Why? - Because you won the election.

Remember why you decided to run in the first place?

What you hoped to accomplish?

Well, all that's in the balance right now.

You... You wanna get anything done in the next four years,

you are gonna have to fight like hell for it,

starting tonight.

I'm sorry, David. I just can't.

Not like this. I wish I could.

Now let me finish this.

I wanna get to bed before midnight.

Mr. Berenson.

- Thanks. - Sure.

Offer you a bed for the night?

We just booked a bunch of rooms at the motel in town.

- No, I'm good. - You sure?

Nothing's gonna happen here till morning.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Have a good night, sir.

Hey, Jane Doe. Up. Let's go.

Where am I going? You can't take me anywhere

- before I see a lawyer. - You should shut up.

Come on.

Here you go.

Have Wiley call me if there's anything.

Will do.

What'd you do? You posted bail?

Walk.

- Rossen here. - General. It's David Wellington.

- What can I do for you, David? - The President's come around.

She just approved the Syrian mission.

You have full operational authority. Start the clock.

You're aware I need to hear this order directly

from the President herself, right?

Of course. She asked if we could skip the formalities, though.

She's-- she's not feeling well. Went to bed.

Well, then, it'll have to wait until morning.

Okay. But...

there's no delicate way to put this, General.

I'm afraid she could change her mind by morning.

- General? - Yes, I'm-- I'm here.

Can I give you the confirmation code

just so you have it?

You say the President authorized the strike.

15 minutes ago in the Oval.

You have my word.

Okay. Go ahead.

Stand by for confirmation code.

How'd you find me?

You didn't answer your phone, so I drove back to Simone's.

No sign of you there. Figured something happened,

so... made some calls.

There's no record of the arrest?

No.

- At all? - Yeah, lucky for you,

I still have some juice in this town.

Not much, but...

- How'd it go, by the way? - What?

At Simone's. Find anything?

Oh, yeah. The parking ticket.

I got a photo of it.

Plus I downloaded her hard drive.

Then it wasn't for nothing.

- Can you pull over? - You okay?

Just need some air.

Carrie?

I'm fine.

When's the last time you had something to eat?

I just-- I just need a second.

Take your time.

I had some difficulty with Child Protective Services

a few months ago, so...

An arrest on my record would've been...

Would've been really problematic.

Wanna sit for a minute?

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I authorized the air strike. It was me.

My presidency's just been hijacked!

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The air strike in Syria-- Wellington authorized it.

We've gotta tell Dante.

No one can know. That was the deal.

Call the medics!

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

but you're still here.

There's a news report about JJ, that he died.

Tell them it's not true! JJ is fine.

What happened?

We will betray!

Tell me what just happened!