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Previously on Homeland...

A panel of eight generals
and four admirals

deemed that his actions
did not rise

to the level
of a capital offense.

You don't think that's a problem
for us going forward?

- Is this him?
- What did she tell you?

Nothing. I did not
tell him anything.

She told me you're ready
to testify.

Nobody's testifying.

This is Brett O'Keefe. Welcome
to Day 52 of the Resistance.

Easy. Easy, Mr. O'Keefe.
You're not under arrest.

Now you said
put the country first.

I'm offering you an opportunity
to do just that.

A job, you mean?

How does National Security
Advisor sound?

You have $38,000
in credit card debt

and a variety of aliases.
You don't have a job.

Please, tell me you realize
we've been here before.

Jesus. You know, not every shred
of nonconventional behavior

boils down to an onset
of hypomania.

Sorry, sir. The President
asked for bug sweeps,

home and office,
all senior staff.

Get the fuck out of my house.
Is that order clear?

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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.

We're 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.

An American hero died
last night.

Jamie McClendon,

three star general.

An early casualty
in our revolution.

He will not be the last.

They say he died
of a heart attack,

that he just keeled over
and died.

Nothing could be done, okay?

A heart attack.

This marine's marine

who went through six tours
of Afghanistan and Iraq

without so much as a head cold.

A heart attack.

This force of nature

who could outrun recruits
half his age--

he just dropped dead?

That's what they want us
to believe.

Even though the prison guard
responsible for his safety

grew up on the very same block

as the President's
Chief of Staff.

That's right,

David Wellington
and that prison guard--

they grew up together.

But the General--
Oh, his heart just kinda...

...gave out.

You expect us to believe that?

Really?!

The President called
for his death.

The tribunal said no, but this
Hitler in the White House...

Oh! She will not be denied!

The only way to stop
this violence against us,

this violence of lies,

is to fight back

with a clenched fist of truth!

How did it happen?

It appears
he had a heart attack.

So it's just bad luck.

Brett O'Keefe says
one of the prison guards

was a childhood friend
of Mr. Wellington's.

Is that true?

Not that we could establish.

It's bullshit, obviously.

That may be, but at least
O'Keefe has an explanation

for what happened, which, as far
as I can tell, we do not,

because even I don't believe

that a decorated soldier
in perfect health

suddenly drops dead
of a coronary

the moment he sets foot
in federal custody.

Why don't you get back to us,

if and when you actually
know something?

Madam President.

You shouldn't listen
to O'Keefe.

My listening to O'Keefe
is not the problem.

Well, it is if you think
that I used someone

I supposedly knew in third grade
to off McClendon.

I don't think that.
They do, out there,

because that is what
O'Keefe is telling them.

You know what we need to do?
Change the con--

Change the conversation.
Yeah, you keep saying.

Well,
I have an idea for that.

It involves Saul Berenson...
and 200 others.

A mass release.

So they can keep
plotting against me.

Most of them were
nowhere near the conspiracy.

Most of them haven't been
adequately questioned yet.

After two months,
that's on us.

Releasing them would be
a show of good faith.

How about someone shows me
some good faith?

Not gonna happen.
That's the point.

As long as everyone who's anyone
in this town has a friend

or a colleague or a goddamn
family member behind bars,

you will get no cooperation
anywhere, no traction.

Things will only get worse.
Either you release them...

Or what?

Or what, David?

Either you release them

or get ready to incarcerate
the whole town,

because it's not just
Brett O'Keefe

gunning for you anymore.
It's everyone.

That's weird.

Right when I was
calling her Hitler

for, like, the tenth time,
I could feel myself

leave my body and float up next
to that jar of peaches there.

Brett.

Well, hello.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Clenched fist of truth.

I like that.

So do I. That's why I stole it.

My word.

America.

Yes, sir. And this...

First battle of the Civil War,
fought right over there.

Five miles
past the tree line.

- Philippi.
- Philippi.

Now I was taught it was
Fort Sumpter, out at the coast.

This was
the first land battle.

June 3, 1861.

Governor of Virginia didn't
know what side he was on.

It was a state of confusion
in the people.

I'd say there's a lot less
confusion this time around,

thanks to you.

No, I-I mean it.
Show him, JJ.

Come on. Show him.

Rebel!

"Re-bel."

Holy shit, it's me!

I'm not utterly clueless.
I-I know.

Getting my niece involved
in my... business

was a huge lapse
of judgment.

But I-I...

was running out of options,
and-- and-- and-- and...

Honestly, the whole situation
was so unique,

I can basically guarantee
that won't happen again.

And what is it?
This-- this business.

Uh, it was meeting, uh,
that needed to be relocated

at the last second.

And what about
the credit card debt?

Was there
a segue there I missed?

I'm just trying to understand
the whole picture.

You have a home,
with your sister.

You have a place to live.
And yet, at the same time,

you're checked into
at least two expensive hotels

for I'm not sure
what purpose.

You want to explain that?

Well, obviously,
you're talking to my sister.

- Why not ask her?
- I have talked to her, yes.

- She's concerned about you.
- About credit cards?

No, not just.
She said you lost someone,

that a friend of yours--

maybe your best friend--

died violently
in front of your eyes.

Yeah.

You know what? He would have
understood what I'm doing.

He never let me down, ever.

He would be right here
with me now.

He would have gotten it.

Gotten what exactly?

Our country is under attack,

and I am called on...
to protect it.

Not like it's something
I feel I should do,

if I can find the time.
I mean, I swore an oath,

just like my friend did,

to do something,
to the best of my ability

to help my country,
which I am doing.

And what my sister fails
to comprehend...

is that I'm making progress.

Okay.

Okay.

Let me ask you.

How does that sound to you,
what you just said?

It sounds true.

And?

And I'm taking my medication,
if that's what you're asking.

- I take it every day.
- Lithium?

That's been your principal
therapy for 15 years now, right?

- Prescribed by your sister.
- Originally.

Are you aware that

in a small part
of the population,

Lithium can become ineffective
after that much time?

It simply stops working.

Good news. The President
has accepted your terms.

She's agreed to release you,
along with the 200 others,

just like you asked,

provided you accept a position
in her administration--

National Security Advisor.

Can I ask why
the sudden shift?

President had
a change of heart.

Was this before or after
General McClendon died?

- Does it matter?
- Yeah, David, it matters.

Because if my new position
is really shit screen

for this administration,
I'm not interested.

You'd rather have 200 people
sitting in jail?

Yeah.

First, I don't think that you
or anyone actually believes

that the President
of the United States

had a General offed
in prison.

Second, no one's expecting you
to pick up pom-poms

and become some kind of
cheerleader.

Good.

But no carping
from the sidelines either.

No press leaks undermining
the President's statements.

We want...

a partner.

We want to leave
the mess behind

and move
the country forward.

When does this happen?

This, uh, moving.

Soon as you say yes.

Madam President.

- You know your lines?
- Think so.

"Time to move on."

That's what my advisors say.

Thank you.

But realistically?

The national security
establishment came after me

with machine guns
as far as I can see

for no other reason than that
they felt disrespected.

I doubt I'll ever get over it.
I'm not even sure I should.

It was a very small group,
Madam President.

- You're sure about that.
- Yes.

And it never included me.

I was there that day with you,
in the lead vehicle.

My driver was killed
in the explosion.

The doctors
spent three hours

pulling broken glass
out of my face.

I was on your side.

I hope so.

They're ready.

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Sorry. Gotta deal with this.

- Hello?
- What is this?

I'm not sure. She's-- she's got
some connection to Wellington.

A colleague, maybe?
A secret girlfriend?

I meant, what the fuck
are you doing, calling me?

Look, I don't need you to do
anything except ID her.

Do that, and-- and I'll
take care of the rest.

I-I know you're under
a microscope there.

Look, what about
our last encounter

suggested I ever wanted to hear
from you again?

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

- I'm on my own here.
- And why do you think that is?

Look... I...

Hello?

Dante? Are you there?

- Who were you talking to?
- Nobody.

Sorry.
I-I-I wasn't snooping.

I came up
because there's something

I think you'll want to see.

What began as an investigation

into a violent conspiracy

against the heart
of our government

has become a source

of such acrimony and division

that I've decided,
in the interest of this country,

it is time to put it behind us.

A group that has come
to be known as "The Two Hundred"

is being released today
as we speak.

Among those released today,

is Saul Berenson,

my new
National Security Advisor.

Thank you, Madam President...

Mommy, Uncle Saul's on TV!

...for this... great honor.

We cannot let recent events

derail the work of this nation.

We are still one nation.

What is this?

Her new
National Security Advisor.

Saul?

It's what you wanted,
isn't it? He's out.

...and while we squabble,
they gain ground.

While we attack our own
government, they revel

- in their good luck.
- I don't get it.

What's to get?

Um, why he's joining them.

Well, for one thing,

because those 200 people
you've been obsessing about,

the political prisoners,
so-called?

- They're being released.
- What?

Released. All of them.
So... you were wrong.

The President
is not a dictator.

The world is not coming
to an end.

- Shh. I wanna hear this.
- By the end of the day,

they will all be released--
an event that you swore

wouldn't occur
during in our lifetimes.

Let's see
if it actually happens.

Most of them are already out.

They never should've
been in, in the first place.

You never admit
you're wrong, do you?

...what the mass release shows

is that the system works.

Yes?

What about
your own incarceration?

Are you saying now
that it was justified?

What's important is not that
I was in, but that I'm out,

standing in front of you.
It's testimony

to the open-mindedness
of this administration...

Have you told him?

Not yet. Wanted
to see how he did on this first.

...to addressing
the many security challenges

this country is facing
around the world.

Yes, sir?

What will be your first order
of business?

Finding my office. Thank you.

Well,
they didn't lynch me.

You did well. Thank you.

So? What next?

David will get you started.

What's that mean?

It's what the reporter
was asking,

your first order of business.

I have some thoughts
on that.

Well, so does the President.

She feels it's important
to send the right message,

- to the country.
- What sort of message?

Well, we have a very troubling
national security situation

that's grown more and more
out of control.

What has?

O'Keefe.

Okay, wait.

- We just announced an amnesty.
- Not for him.

He was working directly
with Dar Adal.

So was I. You just made me
National Security Advisor.

Saul, he's been thumbing
his nose at an arrest warrant

for six weeks, calling for
the overthrow of the government.

The President's questioning
the FBI's commitment

to bring him in at all.
It has to stop.

Since when is domestic police
work in my job description?

We see this
as hunting a terrorist.

President trusts you.

She wants you in charge.

Good night, beautiful girl.

Mmm. Sleep tight.

- You okay?
- I like it here.

So do I.

Then why are you mad
all the time?

Like yelling at Uncle Bill.

Oh, I wasn't yelling, sweetie.
We just... disagreed.

You always disagree.

I'll try to be nicer.
Okay?

I don't want to have
to leave here.

I don't know where we'd go.

Oh, sweetheart, is that what
you're worried about,

where we'd go?

Listen to me.

This is our family,
yours and mine.

We don't have to go anywhere.
All right?

I love you,
Franny Banany.

Now get some sleep.
Night.

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Mommy!

- Oh!
- Help.

Oh, sweetie,
you missed a button.

Here.

What's wrong?

Uh, nothing. Why don't you, uh,
go start your breakfast?

I'll be down in
a second, okay? Okay.

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Carrie?

Carrie, can you please
come down?

Hey. What's going on?

My meeting got moved
an hour earlier,

so can you take the girls
to school?

- I can do it.
- No. So, Carrie?

Um... I wish I could,
but I-I have an interview.

- Drop them on the way.
- I can do it.

No.

It's on Skype,
in about ten minutes.

Looking like that?

Um, I-I'm about to change.
I'm sorry.

So I either reschedule
my meeting again,

or I take her right now.
She ready?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, she's ready.

Okay, Franny.
Let's go, sweetie.

Have a good day at school.
All right, munchkin?

- Mwah. Love you.
- Good luck.

The interview.

Yeah, thanks. And thanks.

Yeah.
Come on, girls, let's go.

Fuck!

No better feeling,
is there?

Exercising
your constitutional rights.

- You wanna try?
- I'm good.

You're gonna want to.

Uncle Dan--
he's got a surprise.

- That is hilarious!
- I told you you'd want to.

Well, why the hell not?

You know what people forget?

The Second Amendment isn't
about needing guns for hunting

or-- or target shootin'
or security.

No, sir. It's about
Resisting Tyranny.

The Founding Fathers,
in their infinite wisdom,

foresaw the dark day

when we would face
a President like Keane,

as deadly
as any foreign king.

And we would have to fight
for our lives and liberty

all over again.

Are you okay?

Did I hit her?

It was a frame grab
off the surveillance cams.

Some guy on 4chan said
he recognized her,

had another photo.
I clicked without thinking.

So incredibly stupid.

Lately, I don't know.
It's just been

one fucking thing
after another.

Well?

Your keyboard's locked and all
your files are encrypted.

Yeah, no, I got that.
But how bad is it?

It's bad. The malware uses
elliptic curve encryption.

- But you can fix it, right?
- No.

- You can fix anything.
- Not this.

Nobody has been able
to crack this, not yet anyway.

Well,
what am I supposed to do?

You know I can't go
to the police.

What's on that hard drive could
put us both in prison.

There's only one option.

What?

You have to pay the ransom.

I'm broke, Max.
I'm-- I'm worse than broke.

Borrow money
from your sister.

I can't. I'm already
on thin ice with her.

I can loan you $753.

But, look, Carrie,
you really

don't have any other choice.
You have to pay it.

The loser's right.

And... the price just doubled.
It's now ten grand.

Tell the loser to leave.

Leave, Max,
or the price doubles again.

Okay. He's gone.

- Just you and me then.
- What do you want?

Oh, I'd say
it's pretty obvious.

Well, if you've seen
my bank statements,

you know I'm overdrawn
on every single account.

You're white, college-educated,
living in America.

You'll figure something out.

And you've got 24 hours.

At least give me
until next week.

No. No extensions.

- Please.
- If you're not ready

to transfer $10,000 in Bitcoin
tomorrow at this time,

I'm publishing the contents
of your hard drive online.

Make for some
very interesting reading,

don't you think?

Hmm? See ya.

Hey! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
No, no, no, no! Come back!

Fuck!

Hello?

Yeah, hold on.

- Paley's here.
- About fucking time.

- Are you sure about this?
- Positive.

Send him in.

Madam President.

- David.
- Thanks for coming in, Sam.

Of course.

How about we start with
your home state, Senator?

You want to tell me
what exactly's going on?

Happy to. It's all hype,
Madam President.

Oh, I don't think so.

You've got armed civilians
patrolling the border.

They're harmless. Yahoos.

In open violation of
a US District Court Order.

Believe me, Arizona Border ReCon
isn't about to lead a revolt

on the federal government.

Well, it doesn't help

that you're all over
the local media down there,

calling me un-American,
weak on national defense,

warning me not to visit
anytime soon.

"I'm afraid we can no longer
guarantee her safety."

Well... maybe I did get
a little...

- carried away there.
- No shit.

Why don't we all sit down?

No, let's not, David.

The senator won't be
staying long.

Not unless he's willing
to shut down

his committee's investigation.

Excuse me?

As of this morning,
everybody swept up

in the second wave of arrests
has been released.

Most are back at work
already.

Releasing them
doesn't change the fact

that they were
unlawfully detained.

And that's not
the only sin of commission.

What are you talking about?

There's the very strange timing

of General McClendon's
heart attack...

- You're not serious.
- ...coming, as it did,

right on the heels
of your very unusual appeal

for the death penalty.

You're not gonna dignify
that nonsense with hearings?

I have a sworn duty,
Madam President, just like you.

Like hell you do.

We can ask nicely, Senator,

or we can go to war
with you

next November.

Next November, huh?

Arizona's going
majority-minority any day now,

and our polling indicates
you're 50-50

to lose your seat
as it is.

The White House weighs in,
all our resources,

you're toast.

You think so?

I know so.

Honestly, come next November,

I don't think I'm the one
out of a job.

Madam President.

Hello?

I'm here. I...

I wanna talk.

Fuck.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, what the hell?
Since when is it 20 grand?

What is going on?

Hey! Hey, are you there?

Yeah. I'm here.

I had until tomorrow. You-- you
can't keep changing the terms.

No, that's the beauty of it.
I can do whatever I want.

- No, it's not fair.
- Oh, boo fucking hoo.

Seriously, 20 grand is
too much to ask.

I'm not sure the President's
Chief of Staff would agree.

What did he do?

Did he dump you or something?
Break your heart?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Don't play dumb.
You're a freak.

You got cameras all over
his house, in his bedroom.

Bet you were
hoping I didn't notice, huh?

It's too bad you and the loser
let it slip.

And now you're gonna be
my golden goose.

What the hell is
so funny?

- Go ahead.
- Go ahead what?

Well, tell him.
I don't give a shit.

Don't think I won't.

He knows already.

How else do you think
I got the cameras in there?

He gets off on it,
me watching him.

You're lying.

I'm not.

David Wellington likes to party.
Google him sometime.

Do it now.

Five years ago,
NYPD Vice busted him

with a couple of escorts
in a suite at the Waldorf.

Photos got out online.
It ended his career.

Well?

You believe me now?

Maybe.

Doesn't change the fact
I still own your hard drive.

Doesn't change the fact

that I still can't afford
to pay you.

You seeing this?

Yeah.

So what if I'm a freak?

What do you mean?

You interested?

What've you got in mind?

I don't know.

An exchange of services?

Like what?

Anything you want.

I want...

you to take off your shirt.

Not now. Later, in person.

I said,
take off your fucking shirt!

Now sit back. I wanna see.

Take off your bra, too.

Okay.
Now play with your titties.

Use both hands.

Now... roll your nipples.

Make 'em long and full.

That's it. That's it.

Hey, what are you doing?
Don't stop!

It's not for free, asshole.

You want more, it has to be
in person.

And you have to unlock
my computer.

Fuck you, feds!

Berenson.

Special Agent in Charge
Sean Maslin.

I hear
you were close this time.

Yeah. They got word we were
coming, snuck him out.

- Who's "they"?
- Local law enforcement.

- They say where they took him?
- No, not yet.

What happened to his face?

Resisting arrest.

Refused to accept that
my agents had jurisdiction.

Honestly, the shit we have to
wade through down here.

I want to talk to 'em.

- Okay.
- On my own.

Uncuff 'em,
get 'em something to drink.

Split 'em up.

- Ouch! Careful.
- You're so full of shit.

The great defender
of the Second Amendment

never fired a gun
in his life.

- I have.
- You're such a liar.

I did. Summer camp,
40 years ago.

Hold this.
I'm gonna ask one of the guys

to drive me to town today.
There's a bus station there,

and I'll show you how to log on
for the broadcast.

- It's not that complicated.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What's going on? You said you
wanted a bed, which you got,

and clean clothes and a shower,
which you also got.

- You look great, actually.
- Stop. I told you, I'm done.

- I need to go home.
- To what?

My life.

You'd trade all this for
a studio apartment in Brooklyn?

Yeah. I don't like being
surrounded

- by gun-toting crazies.
- That's why you gotta stay,

protect me
from the lunatic fringe.

Uh, Dad says food's ready.

Thanks, JJ.
We'll be right there.

Hey, JJ! Hold on.

JJ! You--
you heard us talkin'.

- It's none of my business.
- Oh, it is your business.

I've been on the run
for nearly 60 days,

and the only reason the Feds
haven't caught up with me

is because of the courage and
kindness of families like yours.

I was having trouble in there

with the world's worst
girlfriend,

and I said something
I'm not proud of.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay.

I ask your forgiveness.

Do you...
think we're crazy?

Anyone who stands up
for what they believe,

people are gonna say
they're crazy.

They've been calling me that
for years.

But what you and your daddy
have made here

is the very opposite
of crazy.

It's blessed.

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

I was speaking
to your colleague.

it was interesting.

You think I don't know
what you're doing?

Split us up, tell him
one thing, tell me another.

I'm a cop,
you fucking moron.

It was interesting

because I couldn't
find the words to express...

...to express the dismay I feel
at what I saw outside...

Hundred people,
ordinary decent citizens,

staring at the FBI
with hatred in their eyes

like they're
an occupying army.

Aren't they?

You know where
I've seen this before?

Some of the most fucked-up
places on the planet,

places we're so proud
we're not...

Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria.

Locals facing the armies
of governments they hate.

All it takes is one wrong word,
one wrong move,

and people start dying.

Get the Feds to leave,
the folks will go home.

The FBI won't leave
without O'Keefe.

Then you got a problem.

No, you got a problem.
That's what I'm saying.

These are your people,
people you swore to protect.

You're leaving them out there
in harm's way.

I know Brett O'Keefe.
He knows me.

Tell me where you took him.

I'll go talk to him.

Alone.

I will end this.

No one will get hurt.

You have my word.

I'm on Demoines. Parked.

Get out.

Walk back in the direction
you came.

Where are you?

Start walking.

Leave the bag.

Leave it.

And the jacket.

The jacket.

- I know where O'Keefe is.
- Fantastic. All right, listen,

get Hammett in here.
I wanna be in the room--

I am going to talk to him
on my own.

- He's a federal fugitive.
- I'm aware.

Yeah? And you think, what,

he'll just turn himself in
without a fight?

Look, I'm not letting you make
the same mess you made here--

pissing off the locals, beating
up a cop, for fuck's sake?

One call to the Director,
you're off the case.

We go together...

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

On your right.

It's the green door.

It's open.

Go left.

Keep moving.

Open it.

Go left.

Past the tables.

Keep walking.

Stop.

Don't need the phone anymore.

Put it down.

Where are you?

- Okay, now you're scaring me.
- Stop talking.

Take off your shirt.

First unlock my computer.

Take it off.

You said you would
unlock my computer.

Why the fuck do you think
you're here?

Take it off.

Do it now,

or I walk outta here

and I start fucking up
your life.

Come on. Come on.

It's stuck.

Turn around.

- You fuck!
- Aah!

All right.

All right?

No! Aah! Aah!

Unlock my computer.

Unlock my computer,
or I will fucking kill you.

Okay! It hurts!

I don't give a shit. Do it.

Keep fucking typing.

It's done.

Yeah?

I swear.

Please.
Please, let me go.

- Like you let me go?
- Uhh!

I'm CIA, you motherfucker.
You try anything,

I will hunt you down.
I will kill you.

I know who you are...

...where you live.
I've got your prints, your DNA,

your ugly fucking face.

I've got you for the rest
of your life. Do you hear?

Sync and corrections by n17t01
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