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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 USS 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.

It was right in front of my eyes,
and I never saw it coming.

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.

You're the smartest and the dumbest
fucking person I've ever known.

I'm not the one who got it wrong.
I'm the only one who got it right.

Take 'em.

Take 'em all.

Roll every available ambulance
you've got to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

Where am I?

Caracas.

Your new home.

Perhaps you'd care to comment
on the article in yesterday's paper.

The case officer in question,
she's been diagnosed as bipolar.

Carrie, she called a reporter.

Apparently, she thinks it's important
they "hear her side of the story. "

I just wanted you to know
I'm gonna stop her.

I'm sorry.

Get off of me!
This is a fucking sham!

Dana has made great progress
over the last month.

She's doing well.

You mean, for someone
who tried to slit her wrists?

Your sister's gone.

I just really needed to see you.

- He's not good for you.
- And that is based on what?

- Not knowing him at all?
- He's unstable.

- You know what you're here for?
- To examine the bank records.

You're following the money.
To this guy, here.

Majid Javadi.

The Iranian who funded the attack
on this agency that occurred on 12/12.

I was wondering if you could tell Saul
Berenson how much better I'm doing.

We both know I'm not here
because I'm crazy.

I'm here because they don't know
where else to put me.

I'm an associate
at Bennett, Parr and Hamilton.

One of our partners would like
to meet with you.

I'm talking about getting you out of here.

- I know what you're doing.
- What do you mean?

- You think I'm vulnerable?
- Not at all.

No, worse than that,
you think I'm weak.

Maybe, with the right incentive, I'll turn
against the people who did this to me.

So whoever it is you're working for,
the Syrians, the Israelis, the Iranians...

you tell them
I would rather die in here.

Help! No, please!

No!

Let me go! Leave me alone!

- Leave me alone! No!
- Hold still!

No. No!

No! Please!

Get her on the bed!

- No! No, please. No!
- Take her. Hold her up!

- No, let me go! No!
- Hold still.

- Come on!
- No! No!

No! No!

- No! No, no!
- Hold still.

- Don't let go. Hold still.
- No! Leave me alone!

- Hold her!
- No! Let me go!

Let me go! No! No!

No!

Everything in here okay?

- I'm not gonna repeat myself.
- Everything's okay.

This door stays open.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I did what you said.
I followed the money.

- The missing five percent.
- Right.

Turns out it's skimmed off the top
once the funds arrive in Caracas...

at the HLBC subsidiary there.

Which happens when?

The third Friday of each month.

Tell me how it works.

First, it's converted into small bills...

stacked on pallets,
loaded into a truck...

and delivered in the night
to the Studio Capital...

where it's held at the box office
until the next day...

and declared as receipts
for the weekly football match.

I bet you didn't know that Del Paraíso FC
draws more fans on those Saturdays...

than they have seats in their stadium.

- That's a hell of a way to claim money.
- And lots of it.

By our estimates, over 45 million dollars
during the last 10 years.

So somebody's got a sidebar
with the bank.

Who?
The owner of the team?

Probably.

Except It's hard to know who that is.

The club is structured so as to shield
the identity of its majority shareholder.

You have a candidate, don't you?

I do.
Just not one that makes sense.

Nasser Hejazi.

- Say again.
- Nasser Hejazi.

Do you know him?

I know he played goalkeeper
for Iran's 1978 World Cup Team.

- He's a legend there.
- It can't be that Nasser Hejazi.

- Why not?
- Because he's dead.

Who's dead?

I heard you were in the building.

I left the DOJ documents on your desk.

Yeah, I saw.

- You still want me to handle that?
- Yeah.

I'll be up in a minute.

I'll be waiting.

- Where were we?
- Exactly nowhere.

Unless...

What?

Say I'm an Iranian official...

whose job it is to fund terrorist
operations in the Western hemisphere.

Okay.

Say I'm watching all these bankers
get rich on the deal.

Why not me too?

Because you'd be taking a huge risk,
for one thing.

Which is why I go to such great lengths
to launder the proceeds...

all the while hiding
behind a false identity.

- Like a goalkeeper.
- Right.

Still. If the Revolutionary Guard
ever finds out...

you've been embezzling
all that money-

Maybe I'm getting to the end
of my career.

Maybe I'm looking to retire in style.

Maybe I've always dreamed
of owning a soccer team.

Javadi?
Why Javadi?

Because it was his operation
in the first place.

Because it makes sense
that he was the one...

to approach the Venezuelan bank.

And because Nasser Hejazi...

was his boyhood hero.

Don't smile yet.

Right now, it's just a theory.

- Morning, Carrie, how are we today?
- You have a brush?

Yeah. You sleep okay?

Yeah, fine.

So, I did a final review
of your doctors and therapists...

followed up with them last night.

They all give you excellent reports.

- Do you have any blush?
- You look fine.

I look like a ghost.

- My dad and sister are coming, right?
- They'll be here.

I called to remind them yesterday.

- I should say I'm gonna live with them.
- I don't think that's necessary.

The fact that they're helping you transition
back into the community is enough.

- I don't wanna leave anything to chance.
- Trust me, we're not.

Here. Let me.

So, the medical staff is first up.

They will present their reports,
take some questions.

Then it's the independent evaluator.

His name is Walter Walker. A friend.
Really nice guy. Then it's your turn.

- Then I go home?
- Then you go home.

Carrie, it's time.

Okay.

Don't forget to tell the board
how grateful you are...

for all of their help in your recovery.

- Makes them feel they made a difference.
- Yeah, it always gets them.

So, thank-yous all around.

Yeah, I can do that.

Good morning, Abby.

Where's my dad and sister?
They should be here by now.

I don't know.

All rise.

For the Sixth Circuit
of the Commonwealth of Virginia...

Special Justice Robert Strauss.

Please be seated.

Matter of Carrie Mathison.

Why don't we start with you,
Dr. Maloney?

I understand there's been an issue
with the patient's medication?

There was, Your Honor.
It's been resolved.

Explain.

I titrated her lithium dose
in daily increments of 600 mg...

until a daily dosage of 1800-

Carrie participates in group sessions
and craft activities enthusiastically.

She has demonstrated
a talent in ceramics.

She's been a pleasure to have
on the ward, setting a good example-

And it is my opinion
as an independent evaluator...

that the patient, Carrie Mathison,
meets all the criteria for discharge today...

with the one proviso that she
continue therapy as an outpatient.

What do you say, Miss Mathison?
Feel well enough to go home?

- Yes, I do.
- And where is home?

- I live in Adams Morgan.
- Alone?

Yes, but my dad and sister
are a 15-minute drive away...

and we see each other all the time.

They were to make an appearance
today, were they not?

I talked with Carrie's father yesterday.
They said they would be.

If my dad says he's coming, he'll be here.
He's probably stuck in traffic.

Thank you, Miss Mathison.

The members of this committee will now
confer and come to a determination.

Oh, and I wanna thank everybody here
for helping me.

I'm forever grateful.

This shouldn't take too long.

Go.

Mr. Krasny.

Wanna come with me?

Ladies.

Please sit.

Miss Mathison, I'm afraid I can't approve
your release from this facility today.

- What?
- Un-fucking-believable.

I don't understand, Your Honor.

I've just been handed a writ
from the Justice Department.

Saying what?

That your client, in her current state of
mind, poses a threat to national security.

Her current state of mind is excellent.

Four mental health professionals
just testified to that.

The government's worried
she'll disclose classified information.

Isn't that what got her into trouble in the
first place, violating federal secrecy laws?

That was over a month ago
when she was off her meds.

I'm inclined to agree with you,
Counselor...

but Miss Mathison signed away
some of her constitutional protections...

when she went to work for the CIA.

Is that true?

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness,
among others.

Do we have the right to appeal?

Frankly, I don't know.

What do you mean?

This is a new one for me too, Counselor.

Miss Mathison, I am sorry.

But you've
been designated a security risk.

My hands are tied.

Miss Mathison,
I have to take you upstairs now.

I need a few minutes
with my client.

I'm going straight from here to the
circuit court to file an emergency appeal.

You're wasting
your time.

- You don't know that.
- Yeah, I do.

Did you see the guy in the hallway
before we went back in?

No. Who was he?

Dar Adal.

He's the former head of a group inside
the Agency nobody likes to talk about.

If he wants to keep me in here,
then I'm not getting out anytime soon.

- I need your phone.
- You know I can't do that.

I just wanna call my dad.
Make sure he and my sister are okay.

Make it quick.

Excuse me. God, I hate these things.

- Hello.
- Where were you guys?

- What do you mean?
- You were supposed to be at my hearing.

- I thought it was canceled.
- Who told you that?

Maggie spoke to somebody last night.

Was it Saul?

I don't know who it was.
And I'm not at home right now.

Look, Dad, I need you
to do something for me.

Saul's not talking to me.
You have to.

- What do you want me to tell him?
- Tell him I give up.

I can't stand another second in this place.
I'm going out of my mind.

- Carrie...
- I'll do whatever he wants, just not this.

Carrie, please.
I could lose my job.

I gotta go. Call Saul.
Tell him what I said.

Perfect timing.

Your nails have gotten long.

We'll have to trim them later.

Backpack.

- Front pocket.
- Yeah.

- Who is it?
- Jessica?

My mom.

What the hell is that?

Hey. They can catch us with the GPS.

They're gonna catch us anyway.

Doesn't mean we make it easier for them.

Come on, Dana.
Pick up, pick up.

- Voice mail.
- Here, let me.

Dana, it's me, Mike.
Your mom and I are worried about you.

Plus, she'd really like her car back.

Give us a call
so we know you're okay.

A little worried? It's all I can do
to keep from screaming at the phone.

Nothing's gonna happen to her, Jess.

Jessica, this is Martin and Lynn Carras,
Leo's parents.

Hello. This is a friend of mine,
Mike Faber.

- Do we know anything yet?
- Not yet. It's early.

Any idea where they might be?
A friend's house, favorite hangout?

I've tried everybody.
Nobody's heard from her.

- All I know is that she's in my car.
- It's an Outback. Blue.

If you'd just report the car stolen, they
could put out an APB on her right now.

She didn't steal it.

- She said she was going to Trader Joe's.
- She was lying...

obviously.

Look, Mrs. Carras.
I wanna find them as much as you do.

If there's anything I can do to help...

It's not an official missing person
for 24 hours.

The state police have a description and
are aware that Leo's a fugitive from here.

A fugitive?

Most of the time in these situations,
kids show up after a few hours.

They're blowing off steam.

It's hormones. Young love.
We've all been there.

It's not hormones.
He's under a bad influence.

- Excuse me?
- We know who you are, Mrs. Brody.

Then you should know my daughter
is not responsible for what her father did.

- Your car for the Camry?
- Yeah, maybe you throw in a little extra.

I just put a whole new transmission
in that Camry.

It'll go another 100,000,
no problem.

That Outback, what, maybe another
20,000, and it blows a rod.

The Outback's worth more in parts than
a dozen transmissions in that Camry.

This car of yours hot?

Yeah, we just carjacked it.

Natural born killers.

Do I know you from someplace?

I don't think so.

200 bucks, it's a deal?

What do you say, Aurelio?

Is there a problem here?

You wanna trade? It's car for car.

None of this 200 dollar extra bullshit.

- We can just go down the street.
- I know you.

Deal.

Let's go.

Carrie, you just gonna lie there
or you gonna get packed?

What?

You're out.

- Carrie, you're out.
- I'm out?

By emergency order
of the Sixth Circuit Court of Maryland.

- I can go?
- Yeah.

How the hell did that happen?

Who cares?

Start packing. Go.

Don't be alarmed.

- I apologize for the intrusion.
- You.

I should've known.
Get the fuck out of my house.

- Hear me out.
- I told you before. No.

We went to a lot of trouble
to get you out of that hospital.

You can give me two minutes.

If I had known,
I would've stayed in the hospital.

I doubt that, but the furlough's
only good for 24 hours anyway, so...

How'd you arrange my release?

A judge we know. Who, by the way,
is more than willing to make it permanent.

In exchange for?

A sit down with one
of the partners in the firm.

That's all?

Nothing's that easy.

You're probably right.
But that's above my pay grade.

My job is to get you to the meeting.

Do I have a choice?

Why not at least listen
to what the man has to say?

What have you got to lose?

When's this meeting supposed
to happen?

Tomorrow. 8:00 a. m.
I can pick you up here.

Okay then.

Okay what?

I'll sit down with him.

Good.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hey, Helen.
Have you seen my car?

Your car?
What do you mean?

It's gone.

Well that's strange.

I haven't seen it in days.

Which circuit court in Maryland?

The sixth?

Do they have jurisdiction over a county
mental hospital in Arlington, Virginia?

Okay, thanks.

- Carrie?
- Yeah, I just heard.

She's angry and vulnerable. Right now
she could be saying anything to anybody.

- Do we know who petitioned the judge?
- No.

- Maybe it was her family.
- Not according to her father, it wasn't.

The Agency's still weak, Saul.
It could die of the common cold.

And she's a full-blown contagion.

Find her.

Get her off the street.

I'm afraid you can't access your funds
on deposit at this time.

- I don't understand.
- Your account's been frozen.

- It's been what?
- Frozen.

It says here,
"By order of the Department of Justice. "

- You under federal indictment?
- Not that I'm aware of.

I'm also instructed to confiscate
any credit cards you may have.

Those you're not getting.

They won't do you
much good anyway.

They've been canceled.

I just need to get out of town
for a few days.

I can't help you there.

Come on, you know I'm good for it.

- It's not about the money.
- What then?

My livelihood.

You are radioactive, Carrie.
I shouldn't even be talking to you.

I've got no one else to ask.

- You gotta make things right with Saul.
- I'm trying.

He says that you went to the press.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Carrie. What are
you trying to do, get us all thrown in jail?

I made a mistake.
It won't happen again.

- I should fucking hope not.
- What about your van?

Can I at least borrow your van?

- No.
- Just for the weekend.

To go up to the lake.

- Carrie, I can't.
- Virgil, please.

I'm in trouble.

Okay, fine.

Great. Thank you.

I need it back
first thing Monday morning.

Absolutely. You got it.
When can I come by?

I'm gonna be in and out all day. I'll leave
the keys. Say hi to your mom for me.

My mom?
What are you talking about?

Virgil?

"In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan...

a stately pleasure dome decree...

where Alph, the sacred river, ran...

through caverns measureless to man...

down to a sunless sea. "

And then it goes on.

It's kind of beautiful, huh?

Yeah, he would've liked it.

You think so?

He would've liked you.

- He was one year younger?
- Eleven months.

Irish twins.

Still.
I guess it was my job.

What was?

To protect him.

Isn't that what older brothers
are supposed to do?

He killed himself.

With a gun.

It's hard to blame anyone but him.

Believe me, I should know.

Leave it to my daughter
to fall in love on the psych ward.

I know some guys
on the Arlington PD.

- I'll make some calls.
- Thanks.

You okay?

I just can't seem to do
one thing right anymore.

Hey.
They were the ones who were rude.

- That's no excuse.
- Come on.

- You're way too nice.
- No.

I just almost lost Dana,
so I know how they must feel.

I should've just let you
move in here like you wanted to.

- Jess.
- You were always so good with her.

So much better than me.

I'm not her mother.

It was Brody who broke her heart.

I could kill him, Mike.

I swear to God, I could.

Can you guess?

It's where your dad was stationed.

And?

And... I don't know.

Right there.

Where those buses are...

there was a long line of them.

I was over there.

Other side of the parking lot
with Chris and my mom...

and all the other families.

Chris was so freaked out.

He wouldn't let go of my hand.

You know, everybody
was hugging and crying all around us.

The day your dad deployed for Iraq.

There was a Marine band playing...

and when my dad walked out
with all the other guys from his battalion...

you could tell
that he was excited.

He wanted to go.

He was some kind of sniper
or something, right?

Yeah.

How old were you?

Eight.

Fuck.

But that's not why we're here.

We're here...

because this is where
it happened.

The last true thing
that he ever said to me.

Which was?

Good-bye.

Everything after that was a lie.

Hello.

Remember me?

You're kind of hard to forget.

Listen, I know this is awkward...

but I kind of need a place to stay.

Probably I should've called first.

Probably.

But it's just for the night.

Well, I've got exactly
one couch and one bed.

Bed's cool with me.

Come on in.

So it is him.

Javadi.

That's him, third from the right.

Jesus, he's gotten old.

Standing next to him is Edgar Cedeño.

The banker we targeted
in last month's mission.

- When was this photograph taken?
- 2009.

According to passenger manifests,
Javadi visited Venezuela exactly twice.

Once at the time of this photograph
and once in November 2003.

To set up the deal
with Cedeño's bank.

Each time traveling
under the name Nasser Hejazi.

His alter ego.

He couldn't resist the joke.

Now it's gonna bury him.

With your blessing,
I'd like to open an OFAC investigation...

into his majority ownership position
in the Del Paraíso Football Club.

- No.
- Why not?

Now's the time for patience.
Don't force the pieces.

- Store them away.
- But we have him.

He's embezzled over $45 million
from the Revolutionary Guard.

They get wind of it,
they'll just shoot him.

- Good.
- No.

It's of negative value.

He's second-in-command
at the Intelligence Directorate, Fara.

He ordered the attack
on this building.

I need him in a room.

You wanna interrogate him.

I wanna rip him down to the studs.

I want the name of every agent
he's ever run in the United States.

And I wanna know just how close
the regime is to a nuclear weapon.

Miss Mathison.

Leland Bennett.

What is this place?

The firm keeps it
for our more privacy-sensitive clients.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I tried to tell your colleague,
Mr. -

- Franklin.
- Mr. Franklin. You're wasting your time.

How do you know that
when you haven't heard our proposal?

I'm not for sale.

We're not trying to buy you.

Really.

No one's gonna ask you to do
anything you're uncomfortable with.

I'm already uncomfortable.

It's up to you to draw the line
you won't cross.

For all I know,
you're FBI and this is a sting.

What's so funny?

You have an active imagination.

Somebody shut down my bank
account and repossessed my car.

- Your own agency did that to you.
- That's my point. I'm not going to jail.

It seems to me you're already there.

There are no recording devices
or cameras in this room...

if that's what you're worried about.

Would you like to step outside?

Okay, I'm listening.

Our firm has long-standing relationships
with several countries in the Middle East.

We lobby on their behalf, represent
their interests here in Washington.

Yeah, I know how this works.

So, what does your client want?

To pick your brain from time to time.
Put you on retainer, as it were.

Pick my brain?

On what subject?

Your area of expertise.

- For example?
- For example...

he recently lost six business
associates. Maybe you heard about it.

So this is Iran we're talking about.

He'd like to know how those men
were identified and targeted.

That line you mentioned?
We just crossed it.

- Miss Mathison-
- No. I won't do it.

Iran was behind the Langley bombing.

Which they carried out in retaliation
for Israeli air strikes...

on their nuclear facilities.

- I reject the comparison.
- Why?

It's one military target
for another.

Iran takes great care in its proportional
response to acts of aggression.

An airliner for an airliner.

A Mossad agent for a physicist.

Sounds like
you've drunk the Kool-Aid.

I'm a professional.

I'm paid to make arguments,
not wave a flag.

Good-bye, Mr. Bennett.

You'll be back in County lockup
by the end of the day.

Put there by the very institutions
you're trying to protect.

I'll take my chances.

Well, you know how this works.
You said so yourself.

Meaning what?

You familiar
with the term "controversialize"?

No.

Well, that's what they're doing to you.

They're turning you into the story.

They started by leaking your relationship
with Congressman Brody.

Next it was Saul Berenson's testimony
in front of the Senate Select Committee...

then they had you committed.

Soon, it's not a story
about a terrorist attack anymore...

or how the people
meant to protect us screwed up.

It's about you.

It's about sex
between a bipolar CIA officer...

and her brainwashed boyfriend.

I'm not a traitor.

No.

What you are is a liability...

to a lot of people
who've got a lot to lose.

They've kept your name out of the press.
How long do you think that's gonna last?

And what happens then?
I'll tell you what.

You're destroyed.

You're a pariah.

And in six months or a year,
if you haven't killed yourself by then...

they'll do it for you.

You're naive to think they won't.

You'll slip in the shower...

or they'll force-feed you lithium
till your heart stops...

or hang you on a doorknob
and call it suicide.

Let us help you, Carrie.

We're very good at it.

- You can keep me out of the hospital?
- I can.

I'm broke.

I don't have a dime to my name.

You'll be compensated handsomely.

Well, then, I never want to see you again,
Mr. Bennett.

I will see your client.

But only him.
And only face-to-face.

- Well, that could be a problem.
- His problem.

And tell him
I won't name names either.

I won't betray my people
in the field.

- That's between you and him.
- No. That is non-negotiable.

Okay.

Think of it this way:

Maybe you two
can find some common ground.

Put the world right.

Save us all.

Fuck you.

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

Yeah. Fuck you.

Mr. Bennett wanted you to have this
as a show of good faith.

How would he feel about
me buying a ticket to Southeast Asia...

and disappearing
into the jungle for a while?

You might consider a car trip
to Atlantic City instead.

Why's that?

You're on the TSA no-fly list
and your passport's no longer valid.

Good to know. Thanks.

Have a nice walk.

- Have you heard anything?
- No.

- What is it?
- This.

A detective buddy of mine
got it for me.

Leo wasn't in the rehab facility
for treatment.

His parents made a deal with the DA
so he wouldn't be charged with homicide.

What?

Details are sketchy, but he managed
to get his hand on his father's gun.

Maybe it was a suicide pact,
maybe it wasn't.

Either way, the brother ends up dead
and this Leo walks.

Oh, God.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What time is it?

Who cares?

I just want to stay like this forever.

You know, usually I wake up
and I feel so strange...

but today...

this is just perfect.

I never wanna go back.

Then we don't have to.

Carrie.

Saul.

Give us a minute.

- What are you doing here?
- I wasn't followed.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I used every trick in the book.
Took me over five hours to get here.

I'm all right.

It worked, Saul.

They picked me up this morning.

Who did?

A man named Franklin.

He took me to a house in Potomac
where I met with Leland Bennett.

- The lawyer.
- Yes.

What did he say?

What did he say, Carrie?
What were his exact words?

He said his client
recently lost six business associates...

and would like to know how those men
were identified and targeted.

Javadi.

It has to be.

Did you hold out
for a meeting in person?

I did it the way you said, told Bennett
the meeting had to be face-to-face.

And he went for it?

You are an amazing person,
Carrie Mathison.

Amazing.

I don't know.

You've been very, very brave.

You should've gotten me
out of the hospital.

You shouldn't have left me in there.

It's almost over.

No. It's too hard.
I can't keep going.

Yes, you can.

Yes, you can.

Come on in.

Mira will make you
a nice cup of tea.

Come.

Here.