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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, uh, Kuwait.

This 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 samba
we're going to swing for you

is one of the good old
favorites.

...until something stops him.

It was right
in front of my eyes,

and I never saw it coming.

That 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 got to this position.

Homeland - 3x04
"Game On"

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, quote, "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 got in the bathtub

and 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.

I 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 fronted 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 & 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?

- No, you think I'm vulnerable.
- Not at all.

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

And maybe with just
the right incentive,

I'll turn against the
people who did this to me.

So whoever the hell it is
that you're working for--

they Syrians, the
Israelis, the Iranians--

you tell them I would
rather die in here.

Let me go!

Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

Hold still!

Get her on the bed.

No! No!

- No, please!
- Take her.

No! No, let me go!

Hold still! Come on!

No! No! No!

Get her on the bed!

No! No! No!

Hold still!

No!

Get her legs.

Help! Leave me alone!

- No!
- Hold her legs!

Let me go!

Hold her legs!

Let me go! No, no, no!

No!

Everything in here okay?

I'm not gonna repeat myself.

Everything's okay.

This door stays open.

Good morning.

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.

Well, first it's converted
into small bills.

Stacked on pallets,

loaded into a truck
and delivered

in the dead of the night
to the Estadio 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 Paraiso FC draws more fans

on those Saturdays than they
have seats in their stadium.

That's a hell of
a way to clean money.

And lots of it.

By our estimates,
over $45 million

during the last ten 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 exactly.

The club is structured
in such a way

so as to shield the identity

of its majority shareholder.

You got a candidate, though,
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.

Well, 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?

Well, 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's.

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.

'Cause 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 we feeling today?

You have a brush?

Yeah. You sleep okay?

Uh, 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?

Yeah, they'll be here.

I called to remind them
yesterday.

Maybe I should just say

I'm gonna go live
with them for a while.

I don't think that's necessary.

The fact that they are committed
to helping you transition back

into the community
is more than enough.

Well, I don't want to
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.

Oh, don't forget
to tell the board

how grateful you are

for all of their help
in your recovery.

Makes them feel like
they made a real 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,

the Honorable
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.

I'm pleased to say
it's been resolved.

Explain.

I titrated her lithium dose

in daily increments
of 600 milligrams

until a total
daily dosage of 1,800...

Carrie participates
in daily group sessions

and craft activities
enthusiastically.

She's demonstrated
a real talent in ceramics.

She's been a pleasure
to have on the ward,

volunteering
to deliver food trays,

setting a good example
for her fellow patients.

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, Ms. Mathison?

Do you feel well enough
to go home today?

Yes, I do.

And where is home?

I live in Adams Morgan.

Alone?

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

and we see each other
all the time.

They were scheduled

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, Ms. Mathison.

The members of this committee
will now confer

and come to a determination.

Oh, and I want to thank
everybody here

for helping me.

I'm forever grateful.

This shouldn't take too long.

Go!

Mr. Crosby?

Want to come with me?

Ladies?

Please, sit.

Ms. 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
care professionals

just testified to that fact.

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.

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

but Ms. 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.

Well, do we at least have
the right to appeal?

Frankly, I don't know.

What do you
mean, you don't know?

This is a new one
for me, too, Counselor.

Ms. Mathison, I am sorry.

But you've been designated
a security risk.

My hands are tied.

Ms. Mathison?

I'm gonna have
to take you upstairs now.

I need a few minutes
with my client.

Carrie, I am 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

right before we went back
into the hearing room?

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 any time soon.

I need your phone.

You know I can't do that.

I just want to call my dad,

make sure he and
my sister are okay.

Make it quick.

Ah, excuse me.

God, I hate these things.

Yeah. Hello.

Where were you guys?

What do you mean?

You were supposed to be
at my hearing today.

I thought it was canceled.

Well, who told you that?

I don't know, Maggie spoke
to somebody last night.

Was it Saul?

Uh, look, I don't know
who it was.

And, um, I'm-I'm not
at home right now.

Look, dad, I need you to do
something for me, okay?

Saul's not talking
to me anymore, so you have to.

What do you want me to tell him?

Tell him that I give up.

Tell him I...

I can't stand another second
in this place.

- I'm going out of my mind.
- Carrie.

Dad, t-tell him
that I'll do

whatever he wants,

- just not this.
- Carrie, please.

I could lose my job.

Okay, I gotta go.

Call Saul.
Tell him what I said.

Perfect timing.

Your nails have gotten long.

We'll have to trim them later.

♪ Someday they'll try
to thank you, thank you ♪

♪ baby, don't let 'em
take you, take you ♪

Backpack.

Oh.

- Front pocket.
- Yep.

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 'em.

♪ Someday, baby,
they'll change you, change you ♪

♪ oh, they'll come
and bleed you, bleed you... ♪

Come on, Dana, pick up, pick up.

Voice mail.

Here.

Let me.

Hey, Dana, it's me, Mike.

Your mom and I are a
little worried about you.

Plus, she'd really like
her car back, so...

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.

Um, 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
I could think of.

Nobody's heard from her.

All I know is that
she's in my car.

It's an Outback. Blue.

If you would 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.

Well, she was lying.

Obviously.

Look, Mrs. Carras,

I want to find them
as much as you do,

and if there's anything
I can do to help...

It's not an official
Missing Persons for 24 hours.

The State Police
have a description,

and they're aware that
Leo's a fugitive from here.

A fugitive?

Most of the time in
these situations,

from my experience,

kids show up after a few hours.

They're out blowing
off some steam.

It's hormones, young love...

Come on, 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
that 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, it blows a rod?

Yeah, but the Outback's
worth more in parts

than a dozen new transmissions
in that Camry.

This car of yours hot?

Yeah.

We just carjacked it.

We're natural born killers.

Do I know you from someplace?

I don't think so.

Uh, 200 bucks, it's a deal?

What do you say, Aurelio?

Is there a problem here?

You want to trade,

it's car for car.

None of this
"$200 extra" bullshit.

Well, we can just
go down the street.

I know you.

Deal.

Let's go.

Carrie?

You just gonna lie there,

or are you gonna get packed?

What?

You're out.

Carrie, you are 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 have known.

Get the fuck out of my house.

Just 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 have
stayed in the hospital.

I doubt that.

But the furlough's only good
for 24 hours anyway.

So...

How did 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 AM.

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.

That's strange.

I haven't seen it in days.

Which circuit court in Maryland?

The sixth.

Well, 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

to get her discharged?

- 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

and 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 or something?

Not that I'm aware of.

I'm also instructed to
confiscate any credit cards

you may have in
your possession.

Well, those you're not getting.

Well, 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 right now.

I've got no one else to ask.

Well, you've got to make things
right with Saul first.

Well, 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?

No, 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, you can't borrow my van.

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 just need it back
first thing Monday morning.

Absolutely, you got it.

When-when can I come by?

I'm going to 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 Alf The Sacred River ran

through caverns
measureless to man

down to a sunless sea.

And then it goes on.

It's kind of
beautiful, though, huh?

Yeah, he would've liked it.

You think so?

He would've liked you.

He was one year younger?

11 months.

Irish twins.

Still.

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
in 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.

It'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.

The 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 statement
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, um...

I kind of need a place to stay.

Probably I should've
called first.

Probably.

Uh, but it's just for the night.

Well, I 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

at the Del Paraiso
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 put him up against a wall.

- They'll 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 want to interrogate him?

I want to rip him
down to the studs.

I want the name of every agent

he's ever run in
the United States.

And I want to know
just how close

the regime is
to a nuclear weapon.

Ms. 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., um...

Franklin.

Mr. Franklin, uh...

You're wasting your time.

Well, how do you know that

when you haven't heard
our proposal yet?

I'm not for sale.

Well, we're not
trying to buy you.

Really.

And no one's going to
ask you to do anything

you're too uncomfortable with.

Well, 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.

Well, somebody shut down my bank
account and repossessed my car.

Your own Agency did that to you.

Yeah, 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
longstanding relationships

with several countries
in the Middle East.

We lobby on their behalf,
quietly 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.

Ms. 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.

Pretty 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.

So far, they've kept your
name out of the press,

but 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 they'll 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.

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 plane ticket
to Southeast Asia

and disappearing
into the jungle for a while?

You might want to
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

to keep him from being charged
with a homicide.

What?

Details are sketchy,
but somehow he managed

to get his hands
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 want to go back.

Then we don't have to.

Carrie.

Saul.

Give us a minute.

What are you doing here?

Don't worry, I wasn't followed.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I used every trick in the book.

It 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 just the way you said.

I told Bennett the meeting
had to be face-to-face.

And he went for it?

You're 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, Saul.

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.

Here.

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What's the purpose of your
visit to the United States?

Business.

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I need your eyes on Carrie.

The Iranians are
watching her too.

I'm not talking to you!

Why aren't you in the
nuthouse where you belong?

You've got surveillance
all over you.

Target's on the move.

They realize you're not
who's supposed to be,

they just kill you.

I'll do whatever it takes.

Did I get made?

She's on her own, Saul.

She's always been on her own.

Ah!