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[Saul]
Previously on Homeland...

[camera shutter clicking]

[monitor beeping erratically]

Sir, you better
look at this.

[woman on TV] ...the first
to report the story

- along with an image...
- Oh, Christ.

The photo has been circulating
on social media.

- What the fuck is this?
- No, no, no, no.

This is bullshit.
I just talked to the hospital.

The kid's in recovery.
He's fine.

See the story about
JJ Elkins dying unattended

in the hospital? What do you
know about Yevgeny Gromov?

Well, maybe he's turned
his considerable skills

against the United States.

If Brett O'Keefe wasn't
responsible for the fake news,

we need to consider
the possibility

it originated overseas.

So we're gonna blame
the Russians for this, too.

I'm talking about
information warfare.

Andy?

Aah! Aah! Stop!

Last week, you brought
$50,000 in cash

to Hazelton, West Virginia,
yes or no?

[gasps]

That 50 grand was payment
to murder General McClendon

in prison, yes or no?

[exhales deeply]

[cellphone rings and buzzes]

Hey.

I really need to see you.
Are you home?

I should be home
in about 45 minutes.

- You wanna meet me there?
- Yeah, that's great.

Okay, see you soon.

[Carrie]
Tell me we got it.

Yeah, but something
fucked is happening.

Well, of course it is.
Two bugs don't blow on one--

Forget the bugs.
It's worse than that.

Watch the tape.

You okay? You sounded
upset on the phone.

I'm fine.

Is there any point
where she says,

"I got jumped in the dark
and we need $100,000?"

No.

- What the fuck?
- [Simone gasping on monitor]

♪♪♪

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[Keane] He saved our lives.

[Carrie] Yeah.

What was his name?

[Brody]
Carrie, you're not yourself.

[Carrie] But you don't have
my condition.

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

since I was 22.

♪♪♪

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

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

[siren wailing]

[O'Keefe] Civil... war.

[Carrie]
Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

[woman]
It's only getting worse.

[Quinn]
Is there no fucking line?

[Hillary Clinton]
Ridiculous lies and accusations.

♪♪♪

[woman] The White House
is in crisis mode.

[Saul] We're talking
about information warfare.

[Carrie] Our country
is under attack.

♪♪♪

[O'Keefe]
The time to rise up is now!

♪♪♪

[Carrie] I swore an oath
to protect it.

[siren wailing]

[Quinn] Just think of me
as a light on the heavens,

a beacon steering you clear
of the wrongs.

[Josie groans]
Franny! Franny!

[door creaks]

- Franny, now!
- She's coming.

[breathing heavily]

- You have your permission slip?
- Yep.

Tell Miss Casey you need another
copy of the math packet.

- I told her.
- Well, tell her again.

Where's your permission slip?

I have it.

- [horn honks]
- Keep your pants on!

- Wow.
- He needs to relax.

- Just give me the bag.
- Hey, hey, hey, hug.

Mm, mm. Have fun.

- [door opens]
- Oh, Snowflake.

[exhales deeply]

[vehicle departs]

- [sips]
- [door opens]

- Anything?
- He's out of yogurt.

[sighing]

- Did you get any sleep?
- Not much.

Look, I was wondering,

is it possible they know
about the surveillance?

- I don't think so.
- You sure about that?

They go out on a walk
or anything?

Mnh-mnh. And no long talks
in the bathroom

with the water running either.

[Simone on monitor]
I don't want to go to work.

- She's leaving.
- Me neither.

Yeah, you do.
Go take your victory lap

with the President.
You deserve it.

- See you later.
- [Simone laughs]

Maybe she's too scared
to tell him.

Maybe she's afraid that she
screwed up, blew his cover.

- David, your car is here!
- She doesn't act scared.

- Tell him I'll be right out.
- Plus why call him

right after she gets jumped?
Why go running

- right into his arms? I...
- I don't know.

I mean, does that look like
a woman who has to come up

with $100,000 in two days?

[doorbell ringing on monitor]

[door opens on monitor]

- [door creaks]
- You're not gonna believe this.

- I just got served.
- What?

- It's a subpoena.
- You're kidding. For what?

- The Senate Judiciary Committee.
- [door creaks closed]

Un-fucking-believable.

10 AM tomorrow.

What do I do?

Come on.
I'll drop you at work.

We'll-- we'll call Todd
from the car.

He'll know a good lawyer.

David. I'm frightened.

Yeah, well, don't be.
It's just Paley

on a fishing expedition.
He's got nothing.

[keys jingle on monitor]

- Are you sure?
- I am positive.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I promise.

Come on.

- Oh, shit.
- Wait, what are you doing?

Calling Dante.
He has to know.

Know what?
What are you gonna say?

That Simone's behavior is not
at all what we expected.

We can't let Paley
question her

before we figure out
what the hell is going on.

No, I mean, what are you gonna
say about how we know

about her behavior?

Carrie, you can't tell him
about the surveillance.

Okay, for the sake
of argument, why not?

Because he's FBI.

Because we're breaking about
ten federal laws

- with those cameras there.
- But--

No!

Okay.

What?

We... [sighs]

We always assumed Simone would
run to David Wellington,

and when she did,
it confirmed our suspicions.

But what if that was
our mistake?

Designing an operation with
a predetermined result in mind?

What if it isn't
David Wellington at all?

What if her contact
is someone else?

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

And then something happened
that blew our collective minds.

October 4, 1957-- can anybody
tell me what that was?

I'll give you a hint.
America's strategic bomber force

was suddenly deemed vulnerable,
sitting ducks on the ground.

Anybody?

[indistinct whispering]

Sputnik.

That's right. Sputnik.

On that day,
the Soviet Union

launched the first
satellite into space.

It was barely bigger
than a basketball,

but it was visible at night,

sliding across the sky
like a twinkling star.

Americans soon learned
it had been boosted out

of the Earth's atmosphere
by a rocket

that could also deliver
a nuclear warhead.

Full blown panic set in.

Edward Teller went
on television,

calling it "a defeat greater
than Pearl Harbor."

Billions of dollars would have
to be spent on defense and fast.

By late 1959, my old outfit,
the CIA,

estimated the Soviet ICBM force
at 3,000.

Holy shit.

3,000 missiles
on their launchpads

aimed right at us.

Turns out we were a little off
in our calculations.

Later we found out
the actual number was four.

Four missiles, one of them
operational, probably.

- [school bell rings]
- Next week, we'll talk about

the shooting down of a U-2
spy plane over central Russia

and how for the first time
in the history

of the United States,
millions of Americans

understood their President
could lie to them

in the name
of National Security.

[door creaks open,
indistinct conversations]

[Saul] Hey, Sandy.

Saul.

Still banging the drum,
I see.

No one's gonna understand
how we fucked up terrorism

if they don't understand that
we fucked up the Cold War.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

If you insist.

[indistinct conversations,
bell tolling]

[Saul]
So, you were saying?

About Allison Carr
the day you were fired.

Thrown out of the building,
you mean.

I did not go quietly, Saul.

- I heard.
- You know what she said?

She said, "You're not
a team player." A team player.

As if I didn't know
the real reason.

She wanted the Russia desk
for herself.

She wanted the whole damn
division, Saul-- your job, too.

You were in love with her,
I suppose.

Suppose I was.

Textbook honey trap.

You, of all people,
to fall for that.

Meanwhile, she lined us all up
in a row so she could

- crawl right over our backs.
- I'm sorry.

I should've
protected you better.

Little late for an apology,
don't you think?

What do you want?

Yevgeny Gromov.

- What about him?
- Where is he?

How should I know? He's MIA.
Has been for the last few years.

Speculate.

Well, he might've died,
of course.

Sometimes
the simplest explanation

- is the easiest to overlook.
- Ivan Krupin doesn't think

- he's dead.
- Ivan, you've seen Ivan.

Of course you have. How is
my favorite handsome hood?

[chuckles]
Hiding something.

How I would have loved to
have done his debrief.

It should've been you.

Banished to the halls of
academia by then, I'm afraid.

Might be a second bite
at the apple.

- What do you mean?
- Lucasville.

Fake news that sparked
the massacre.

Oh, now I see it.

And you think that was
Yevgeny's handiwork.

I do.

And you want me to help
find him?

- I do.
- Mm. Why should I?

Anybody else would be
my second choice.

[horn blares]

[siren wailing in distance]

[tense music playing]

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[door creaks]

[lock clicks]

Hello?

Mr. Cornwell, welcome.

The stagers won't be here
till next week,

but your message said you were
in a hurry. Leaving tonight?

Charlotte.

It's me, Ivan.

- Don't be alarmed, okay?
- Ivan, you--

- [grunts]
- That wasn't very nice, was it?

[grunting]

- [panting]
- Now listen.

What the hell are you doing?
You shouldn't be here.

You shouldn't be
anywhere near here.

- Be quiet and listen.
- No, you listen.

You will go now.
You will not blow my cover

- if you haven't already.
- Your cover is safe.

You don't know that. You're
still under FBI surveillance.

Which is why there are
two agents sitting

in a fucking campground
in Grand Teton National Park

waiting for me to return
from a backpacking trip.

That changes nothing!
You've broken protocol.

You were not to be reactivated
until next year at the earliest.

I have an urgent situation.

No situation is urgent enough
to risk the entire network.

This one is.
I need to speak to Yevgeny.

- Yevgeny?
- Gromov.

Charlotte, don't play dumb.

I know he's here.

So do the Americans.

Set it up.

[exhales deeply]

[indistinct conversations]

- Um, a word, Senator.
- David.

Maybe we could just
step aside for a minute?

Uh... let's do it here.

I'm a big believer
in open government.

[chuckles]

You're wasting your time.

- You know that, don't you?
- Always a possibility.

No, I mean it.
Simone doesn't know anything,

because there is
nothing to know.

Scout's honor?

At least have
the professional courtesy

to leave my personal life
out of this.

You mean the same courtesy
you've extended me?

Your committee is investigating
the President, Senator.

It is hardly the same thing.
Nobody at the White House

is impugning your wife
or your children.

I'm only following the evidence
where it leads.

Evidence? What evidence?

This is a civilian
we're talking about.

She is so far outside
the scope of the inquiry,

it is laughable.

I don't think you know her
as well as you think you do.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

I guess we'll find out
tomorrow, won't we?

Sam.

Don't do this.

It's beneath you.

One thing I will say
for you, David,

you've always had
excellent manners,

even when
obstructing justice.

[crickets chirping]

[Wellington] What about
the Palestinian guy?

Couple of months ago?

[Simone]
My donor? Fadi al-Bashir?

You spent a lot of time
with him.

You think he was expecting
some kind of quid pro quo?

Are you suggesting
that I'm peddling influence

or that I'm too naive
to realize

that the only compelling thing
about me is you?

That's not what
I was saying.

I don't offer people
access to you.

Simone, my point is, you're
gonna have to think about--

I know. I gotta think
about all the contacts.

Thank you. I got that.
The lawyer brought it up.

I spent all afternoon
making notes.

Eat. I ordered too much food.

[utensils clattering]

- [exhales deeply]
- [line ringing]

[woman] Hello?

Janet,
it's Carrie Mathison.

Carrie! I've been meaning
to call you.

What an incredible
turn of events, huh?

- Yeah, it's all pretty shocking.
- Your FBI guy was incredible.

I was a doubter. You're gonna
have to forgive me.

- You really brought it home.
- No worries.

So what's next? Are you
bringing her to the Committee?

We're seeing her tomorrow. Just
Paley and staff and the lawyers.

We'll see if she's willing
to testify against Wellington.

Any chance I can get
into that session?

Oh. God, uh... I don't know.

Paley can be really prickly
about these things.

- Janet.
- He's so grateful for what

you did and I know he's gonna
wanna debrief with you,

- but it's a delicate s--
- You have none of this

without me, and I know the case
in way more detail than you do.

I just wanna sit in the back
and-- and make sure

- we're not missing anything.
- [sighs]

Let me talk to the Senator.
I'll call you back.

[sighs]

- ...construction thing at work.
- The entire building?

- They're tearing it down.
- Well, how are you gonna work

with that kind of noise
going on all day long?

I don't know. We're gonna be
breathing construction dust

for three months, and I told
Hector that we need to get

- a temporary office space.
- All right.

Who the fuck are you?

[exhales]

[tense music playing]

[lock clicks]

[siren wailing in distance]

♪♪♪

[beeping, door unlocks]

[door creaks]

[switch clicking]

- Perfect.
- [door creaks]

When was the last time
an actual human being

- was in here?
- [toilet flushes]

[door creaks]

Sandy, meet Clint.

He is the best information
scientist at DARPA.

Clint, Sandy. She's the Russia
expert I was telling you about.

Oh, oh. Hi.
Good to meet you.

So, uh, where-- where...
where is everybody?

More coming. But for now,
we stay as small as we can

for as long as we can.

- Fucking Janet.
- She's blowing you off.

Some bullshit about how
it's the Senator

who doesn't want anybody
in the meeting, but it's her.

Simone is probably gonna
take the Fifth,

- and that'll be the end of it.
- If she's protecting Wellington,

yeah, she's not gonna
say anything, but if she's

working for somebody else,
maybe she drops a name.

You found nobody else
in her contacts

with any connection
to McClendon?

Frankly, I don't think you wanna
be in there when Paley finds out

- there's no connection...
- [cellphone chimes ]

...between the murder
and David Wellington.

Finally. "Dirksen 525.
Figured if you came in late,

the Senator couldn't object."
[scoffs]

I'll let you know
what she says.

[footsteps depart]

If you could take a look
at these,

they were pulled
from security footage

at Cumberland Cash and Loan,

Cash Express, Hot Cash.

[door opens]

[footsteps approach,
door closes]

And this is from a camera

at Exit 29 at Route 68 West
two and a half miles

from the Hazelton Federal
Penitentiary.

I believe that's your car.

[whispers] How did you get
in here? I had to put a knife

to Janet's throat to get
a ticket to this thing.

[whispers]
I'm Paley's new best friend.

[Janet] And this is
a parking ticket--

Okay, I think we've got
the point.

Ms. Martin, conspiracy
to commit murder

carries a life sentence,
you aware of that?

Senator.

I wanna be sure
she understands.

She paid someone to kill
a general, it's a felony murder.

Were you delivering the money
on your own behalf?

My client is not gonna
answer that question.

But you'll confirm that
this is you in the photos?

Let's talk about immunity.

Is she gonna tell us
who sent her here?

Immunity and material witness
protection,

which is going to require some
assurances from the FBI

and the Justice Department
as well.

That's a pretty big ask
for somebody in your position.

Do you think you'll be able
to secure their cooperation?

Ms. Lichter, at some point
we're gonna need to get a look

under the hood.

[tense music playing]

On March 30th, I was told
to withdraw money

from these places
and leave it in Hazelton.

[Janet]
Did you give it to someone?

No, I, uh...

I went to a place
off the Hazelton exit.

There was a specific mile marker
on the side of the road.

And a few feet there
into the woods, a boulder.

I took a bag with the money,
like a sport bag,

and I put it behind the boulder
and I drove back to Washington.

[Janet] So you dropped $50,000
under a rock and drove away?

And you never asked
the individual

who sent you there
why you were going?

♪♪♪

Ms. Martin, we need to know
who this is,

or we can all go home.

♪♪♪

[whispers indistinctly]

A government employee.

There's three million of us,
ma'am. That's not gonna generate

the kind of immunity
you're looking for.

A senior White House official.

[Paley]
You mean David Wellington?

Oh, the name comes when
we've got a guarantee.

[lowered voice]
Something isn't right.

[Janet] What kind of specifics
are we talking about?

Emails, texts, are you able
to recount conversations?

I kept notes of
the conversations because

I began to have concern about
how secret he was acting.

- "He"?
- No more questions

- until we have an agreement.
- I need to talk to you. Now.

[footsteps depart]

[indistinct conversations]

[door closes]

- Simone is lying.
- What are you talking about?

She's full of shit, and now
she's lying to a Senator.

We have to pull the plug.

What the fuck are you
talking about?

- She is not a credible witness.
- How do you know that?

[sighs]
I just do.

Based on what?

[sighs] I was trying to
tell you the other night,

something does not
feel right.

Carrie, she's in there right now
flipping on David Wellington.

- Exactly what we wanted.
- No, you are not listening.

I don't think Wellington's
involved. I think she's working

- with someone else.
- Who?

I don't know. That's what
we have to find out.

Hang on a second.
Just stop and think.

Now you're about to blow up
a proffer session

and tell the Chairman of
the Senate Judiciary Committee

it's because you have
a bad feeling?

They are this close
to giving her immunity,

which means they want her
to testify in open hearing.

Open hearing!
At that point,

it doesn't matter
if she's lying or not.

At that point, the damage
to the Presidency is done.

And that is on us, Dante.
Our responsibility.

You eat anything today?

Excuse me?

How about sleep?
Are you getting any lately?

I know I've been pretty wired
these last few days.

Do not pull this shit
with me right now.

This is what you asked me to do.
This is exactly what

- you asked me to do.
- This is not that.

Well, it sure as hell
looks like it.

And you know what? I think you
need to see a real doctor,

not some guy slinging drugs
out of the trunk of his car.

I don't know why I agreed
to that in the first place.

- It's not right or safe.
- Dante...

- No.
- I'm fine. Really.

Really? You're not.

- Let me take you home.
- I need to talk to Paley.

Then do it tomorrow.

Or the next day,
when your head is straight.

Carrie...
You have to go home.

Okay. Okay.
Maybe you're right.

I'm sorry. I don't mean
to be such a hard ass.

No. It's fine.

Go back in. I can take
care of myself.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'll go home.

I'll get your coat.

I wouldn't send Garber.
Secretary can't stand him,

Vazquez thinks
he's an idiot.

You're just making more work
for yourself.

- You're probably right.
- [knock on door]

I'm so sorry.

- Take a message.
- She said it's urgent.

[telephone ringing in distance]

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I-I...
I didn't know what else to do.

You okay?

Not really.
[sighs]

I'm in a corner, Saul.
A bad corner.

You wanna walk a little?
I'm cold.

Sure.

About a month ago, I ran into
an old Bureau friend.

We had a couple drinks,
got to talking,

turns out, we shared
a similar view about

what was going on
in the country.

- Not a fan of the President?
- Nope.

Plus he had a line
on evidence which indicated

she was knowingly abusing
her power.

Like what?

Certain memos to DOJ.

He was part of the team
interviewing everyone detained

in the second wave
of arrests.

[sighs]

I opened a secret channel
to Senator Paley.

Strange bedfellows,
you and Paley.

Got everybody released,
didn't we?

You certainly helped.

Anyway, I thought that was
the end of it.

But then General McClendon
dropped dead in prison.

That's... that's when things
started getting really weird.

- How so?
- Well...

We found out
David Wellington's girlfriend

was in Hazelton,
West Virginia,

with $50,000 the day
before McClendon died.

- Carrie, come on.
- You don't believe me?

She just agreed to appear
in front of Paley's Committee.

- What do you mean just agreed?
- Less than an hour ago,

in a proffer session
with her lawyer.

She's gonna testify
against Wellington

- in exchange for immunity.
- You realize if even a shred

- of this is true--
- It's not true, Saul.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

But she's gonna swear
to it anyway.

- Why?
- I don't know.

I-I only know she's lying.

About the money
or about Wellington?

Both, I'd say, but definitely
about Wellington.

He is innocent.
That is confirmed.

How can you be so sure?

Because I've been watching him
for the past week, Saul.

I'm up in his home. The guy had
nothing to do with it.

- Believe me.
- Back up a second.

You've got surveillance
on David Wellington?

On whose authority?

Saul, please.
Can you just-- can you just

- go with me for a minute?
- Go with you?

No, I can't just go with you.
You understand the position

- this puts me in?
- Yes, I do. In a position

to save the President
and possibly the republic.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- I'm serious, Saul.

[breathing heavily] At least
help me figure this out

before you sell me
down the river.

You may not like my methods,
but if it wasn't Wellington,

then somebody else took a hit
out on General McClendon.

The question is who.

Well?
[sighs]

Well, I think you just
answered your own question.

How?
[sighs]

If you're right, whoever's
bankrolling this woman

also wants McClendon's murder
pinned on the White House.

So she was supposed
to get caught?

Is that what you're saying?
She was supposed to testify

- in front of the Committee?
- Is it so far-fetched?

Weren't you and your FBI friend
interested in just this outcome?

What's his name again?

Dante. Dante Allen.

Tell me, how'd you find out
she was in West Virginia

- in the first place?
- She got a parking ticket there.

No, I mean, who brought it
to your attention?

[tense music playing]

- He did. Dante did.
- You say you're old friends,

the two of you just bumped
into each other by chance?

When was this?

[voice breaking] Right after
I got fired by Keane.

Interesting coincidence.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Fuck me.
Fuck me.

- Take a breath, Carrie.
- A breath? Are you kidding?

Jesus Christ.

It's just a theory
at the moment.

No, the truth is ringing
in my fucking ears.

- Listen to me.
- Jesus Christ!

I know how this goes.
I'm CEO of that club.

You have to calm down now,

pretend we never had
this conversation.

What I need to do is
nail that fucker.

Carrie, lay low, go out of town
for a few days, I don't care.

Just don't communicate with him
under any circumstances.

Why the hell not?

Because I'm on to
another situation.

I don't want you
alerting anybody.

- What situation?
- Can't say.

[inhales sharply]

A Russian intelligence
operation

involving active measures

against the President
of the United States.

Wait.

Wait, you think Dante
might be a part of that?

You think I might be
a part of that?

I think you need to keep
your head down

until you hear from me.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay, okay.

♪♪♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

[birds chirping]

♪♪♪

He's here.

So, bring him out.

He wants inside.

[sighs]

[sighs]

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[grunts]

[inhales and exhales deeply]

The demonstrations in Richmond
were heated,

but they were not violent,

and I am grateful for that.

I hope we can turn our attention
to supporting communities

like Lucasville that have
been neglected for a long time.

In fact, I'm introducing
a bond program

that's going to rebuild
crumbling public schools

all over the country.

Ma'am, Senator Paley mentioned
this morning that

he would like to extend
his committee's investigation

to include the events
in Lucasville.

- What are your thoughts on that?
- The Senate Judiciary Committee

has been struggling
for some time

to find ways to support

Senator Paley's
generalized...

distaste
for my administration.

- [cellphones vibrating]
- The FBI made mistakes

in Lucasville.
We are all looking into that,

but turning a massacre
into a political football

seems unworthy of
even Senator Paley.

- President Keane.
- Yeah.

Are you aware that Simone Martin
has been granted immunity

to testify before
the Judiciary Committee?

I don't know who that is.

I believe she's an... associate
of Mr. Wellington's.

Uh...
Simone Martin is a friend.

She was questioned briefly
by Senator Paley today.

But I'm sure there's no validity
to the idea that

she's receiving immunity
for something.

It's just been confirmed
by CNB.

Do you think that
the Senator is trying to--

I have no comment on anything

related to
Senator Paley's investigation.

But I would love to tell you
more about the bond program

that is going to provide cities
and towns with capital

so desperately needed to rebuild
their public schools.

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations,
piano playing light jazz]

Simone. Simone.
What the hell happened?

Mr. Wellington,
I'm Ellen Lichter,

Simone's attorney.

Can we step outside
for a minute?

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

- Are you okay?
- She's gonna be fine.

- This isn't a good time to talk.
- Can we let her

speak for herself?
Would that be all right?

- [piano continues playing]
- Come with me.

Immunity?
Immunity for what?

- I can't talk about it.
- Look, if Paley is

- pressuring you in any way--
- You and I just need to

take some time apart
until things settle down.

What things? What'd you agree
to testify about?

You know, if I could say,
I would.

What'd you tell him?

[loudly]
Don't threaten me, David.

I'm not threatening you.

If this continues,
I'm going to call the police.

What in God's name
is going on?

Oh! David,
you're hurting me.

Please just leave me alone.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪

[panting]

[continues panting]

[beeping]

[panting rapidly]]

♪♪♪

[beep]

[panting]

♪♪♪

What about-- what about
fives? Do you have any fives?

- [door closes]
- Go fish!

Mommy, do you wanna play?

- Aunt Carrie?
- [exhales deeply]

[Josie] Okay...

♪♪♪

- [line ringing]
- [exhales deeply]

- [cellphone rings]
- So, you miss me, huh?

- I do. You busy?
- Very.

Really?

No.

I think we should get
everybody together tonight.

You, me, Dante, the boys,
have a few drinks.

Celebrate
a well-executed mission.

[beeping, door unlocks]

- [door creaks]
- Got Chinese.

Remember this day.
The National Security Advisor

- just brought you dinner.
- You look at those names

I sent over--
Dante Allen, Simone Martin?

Yeah, you should have
a look at this.

I mean, it helps
that this guy Wellington

is like a walking meme.

- When was this taken?
- About an hour ago.

How does it get
from tapas bar spat

to national network news
in an hour?

Well, that's the end of
the journey. The species jump.

- [typing on keyboard]
- Really, we should start here.

What's that?

Well, that's a node,
an identity.

- What's it do?
- Well, that's the tweet

with the frame grab
and the caption.

I mean, that's--
that's the meme.

[typing]

All right, so these are
the nodes that respond.

They're actually mostly
automated accounts.

They light up red
when they retweet messages,

which they do sporadically over
time so that it looks natural.

What about the green ones?

Yeah, no, those are real people,
those are verified accounts.

So, like, like a real person
might send a meme to a friend

or two or ten or maybe
everyone they know.

[clears throat]
In epidemiology,

that's called a replication
rate. And every meme has one.

So that's the real people
passing it on.

Mm-hmm. Each green node
represents a thousand people.

- [types, computer beeps]
- Okay.

So that-- that's what it looks
like on a national scale.

[tense music playing]

- You seeing this?
- Yep.

[Clint]
Okay, now look here.

That's what happened
at Lucasville.

I had to fiddle with the time
a little bit

- to make things obvious.
- Way more green nodes.

Twice as many.
I mean, this is a bigger story.

It's a better meme.
But-- but it's the red nodes

that really caught my eye.
The automated accounts.

So, so far, yeah,
I've identified over

75 of them now also
retweeting remarks

by the President's
Chief of Staff.

♪♪♪

Same accounts for both stories.

- Is that unusual?
- Well, no, and not if the memes

are being pushed
by the same network.

You mean Yevgeny.

Yeah. I mean,
if he was behind Lucasville,

I'd say he's got a hand
in this one, too.

[cellphone vibrates]

♪♪♪

- Something wrong?
- Heads up from Langley.

Apparently, someone's been
trying to reach me on Zipline.

Zipline? What is that? Is that
like a, that's a spy thing?

For compromised agents
to send out a distress call.

Not anymore. Shut it down
after Allison Carr defected.

Well, that's odd, then.
Who could it be?

No idea.

Used an old work name.
No record of it.

Says it's urgent.

Wants a meeting tonight.

Remember anybody calling
himself John Bishop?

- That's how he signed off?
- Yeah.

It's Ivan, Saul.

Ivan's hiking in the Tetons.
I was just on the phone

this morning
with the FBI field office.

They're mistaken. "Bishop" was
Ivan's word code in Berlin

with the counterintelligence
boys, anyway.

- Why Bishop?
- Because of the Orthodox cross

he always wore
around his neck.

♪♪♪

[horn blares in distance]

[train tracks rattling]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[lighter clicks]

[lighter closes]

♪♪♪

[helicopter whirring
in distance]

[laughter]

All right, okay.
Here, catch.

Everybody get a lime.
You get a lime.

What? I don't get a lime?

For your soda? No, you can have
mine when I'm finished.

That's great.
I'm excited about that.

- No salt?
- How old are you?

You want some goldfish crackers,
too?

How are you giving me shit
about the salt

when you got the limes?

All right, I wanna make a toast.

Dante Allen,
ladies and gentlemen.

[men cheer and laugh]

There you go. Take this. Hold
this. I'm gonna say something

- profound now.
- What are we drinking?

- It's a cheap tequila.
- No, no, it's on her tab.

I got the good stuff.
I mean, you wouldn't want to

sip it with a cigar but...

You can't even spend
somebody else's money right.

Shut your mouth.
Here's my toast.

She doesn't have a drink.
Mathison.

- No, I'm good. I got my seltzer.
- She's not drinking.

- Since when? You pregnant?
- For fuck's sake.

Stein, I'm on drugs.
I can't mix it with alcohol.

Okay, can I please make
my motherfucking toast?

No, you missed the moment.
Down the fucking hatch.

- [glasses clinking]
- Let's go.

- There you go.
- Oh.

[Journey's "Send Her My Love"
playing]

- Ah!
- Oh!

- Whoo.
- Oh.

- Not bad, right?
- Not good either, bro.

I'm getting the next round.
I'm getting the next round.

What, you think you got taste?
You're no better than he is.

What is this music?
Is this you, Max?

- Did you put this on?
- Yep.

This is an '80s classic.
This is my kind of music, man.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I tried to call you.

Yeah, I was...
I was probably asleep.

That's okay.

No, it isn't.
It's embarrassing.

I think I've been so wound up
these past few days, I...

I forgot to take my meds.
I'm going to

the doctor tomorrow.
I think you're right.

I should have a more
traditional protocol.

- That's good.
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm being good.

I'm glad.

It's a big day. Simone's gonna
give up Wellington.

- Yeah, it's incredible.
- Mm. So...

Where'd you get the idea she was
working with someone else?

Oh. Who knows? Crazy shit just
pops into my head sometimes.

I... I guess...
I guess I was still obsessing

about those two bugs
crapping out in the op.

I'm-- I'm... I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

How about a thank you,
then?

Sure.

["Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis
and the News playing]

You saved me.

♪♪♪

Hey.

What's wrong?

♪♪♪

Nothing. It's just-- I...

♪♪♪

I don't wanna be like that
with you. I wanna be normal.

I actually like you.

I mean, not--
not like that, but...

Oh, no? Okay.

[laughs]
I don't know.

I guess I hadn't thought
about it.

You hadn't thought about it.

- That's even worse.
- All right, that's not true.

It's possible I have
thought about it.

♪♪♪

Shirley Temple for the baby.

- Thank you.
- Here we go. Okay.

Kanpai. Toast.

[laughter]

[glasses clink]

Oh.

- Fuck, yeah.
- Yeah.

- [glasses thud]
- Oh.

- Better, huh?
- It's exactly the same.

You're a fucking plebe.
That taste the same to you?

Yeah, man, it tastes
exactly the same.

- Oh!
- He's got some balls on him.

I wouldn't challenge Doxie
on this one.

They both taste like shit.
I don't know what to tell you.

- [laughter]
- Oh!

Oh, he's new, he's new.
You gotta cut him some slack.

- No, actually, I don't.
- Stand down, baby. Stand down.

I do not... You should just
let it go. Apologize.

Here, have a potato chip.
It's all gonna be...

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

[water splashes]

♪♪♪

[grunting]

[humming]

[sniffles, exhales deeply]

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[exhales deeply]

[zips bag]

♪♪♪

[water bubbling]

[lock clicks]

[door closes]

Come here.

[breathing heavily]

[coats thud]

[moaning]

[both moaning]

- You okay?
- Shit. Uh...

Yeah, just, uh...

Just too much to drink.
[breathes heavily]

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm good.

[breathing heavily]

Oh. Mm.

[exhales deeply]

You're okay.

[whispers]
Just close your eyes.

[exhales deeply]

[suspenseful music playing]

- [touchscreen clicking]
- [sighs]

♪♪♪

[switch clicks]

♪♪♪

Anson.

[camera beeps, shutter clicks]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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