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Previously on Homeland...

Numan, it's me.

Were you able to get the documents back,

- download them off Carrie's laptop like you said? - Yep.

If I'm not allowed to speak to Faisal Marwan immediately,

I will release the remaining

classified documents in my possession.

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He's in a coma for a reason.

He may have vital information.

Is there a procedure for waking him up?

- What are the risks? - Massive seizure, cerebral hemorrhage,

death.

Tell me what the target is. Tell me where the attack

- is going to happen. - Keep him awake, Colonel.

- Stand back, please. - Sir, please.

The Kremlin can't seriously want this attack to go forward.

They do. And you will see to it that it does.

What's the target?

- No! - Last chance.

Hauptbahnhof Station, the 5:15 to Potsdam. Please.

No!

Oh, fuck!

The attack, it's BER.

- The airport? - Bibi Hamed

has a cousin, Qasim.

Guy was obsessed with Hauptbahnhof.

- Train station. - 5:00 is rush hour.

It's the perfect time to hit the subway.

That's good, Carrie, except BER is the target.

Are you sure it's the airport, Saul?

Did he mention a specific area within the airport?

I think I would've said, Saul.

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Somebody just jumped down onto the tracks

and went into the tunnel.

Woman with the gunshot wound. Where'd she go?

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I'm an American intelligence officer.

Do you speak English?

The Federal Police are on their way.

Is it here?

Is the weapon here?

What's the plan, Qasim?

How do you know my name?

Dr. Hussein told me.

You should go.

I didn't lock the gate. You should go now.

Where's the weapon, Qasim?

It's clear you're having second thoughts. Tell me.

Where is it?

With Bibi.

Deeper in the tunnel.

The plan is to disperse the gas in front of an oncoming train.

- When? - The next train.

That's in four minutes.

I need to see.

Does he have a gun?

I think so, yes.

Okay, you're gonna need to do it then.

- Do what? - Stop him. I won't be able to get close enough

without him seeing me first and triggering the weapon.

Here. Take my gun.

Take my gun, put it under your shirt, and don't use it

until you're right in his face.

I can't.

There's no other way.

I mean, I can't kill him-- he's my cousin.

There are hundreds of people

on the platform back there,

thousands in the station.

That train will push the gas everywhere.

All I can do is try to talk him out of it.

What? Talk him out of it? How is that gonna work?

Allah will help me find the words.

Okay, then go, go.

Go now.

Bibi!

Bibi!

- Bibi! - Qasim?

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Qasim.

Qasim.

It's over.

It's over. You stopped him.

Easy.

Easy. Help is on the way.

Shh.

That was you, too, wasn't it?

Who saved my friend,

who gave him the atropine.

Thank you.

Inna lilah

wa-inna ileihe

la ragiuun.

Carrie!

Thank God.

You okay?

No, not really.

What happened in there?

It wasn't me, Saul.

It was Qasim.

A lot of people would be dead right now

if it wasn't for him.

Including me.

Hey.

No, no, no, I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.

What about the others, the rest of the terror group?

Federal Police have dropped a net on the city.

And Allison?

What about her?

Well, I'm figuring she's the one

who sent us in the wrong direction.

Yeah.

Tell me she is in custody.

Not yet.

She had a head start.

I want to go home now.

I'll get somebody to drive you.

Thank you.

Jonas?

You home?

Give us the room, gentlemen.

This charade is over.

And I'm your self-appointed confessor.

Okay.

How old are you now, Ivan?

50?

Two. 52.

So...

she was your life's work.

Mind me asking whose idea it was for her to come on to me?

On second thought, don't answer that.

I'd rather not know.

I guess the boys didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

Chemical attack at Hauptbahnhof's been thwarted.

Two terrorists dead,

rest on the run,

your girlfriend in the wind.

Sorry, I-I...

Now you've lost me.

I'll make it simple.

Allison was ordered by your bosses

to let the attack go forward.

She tried, she failed.

She's since disappeared.

Well...

if you're telling the truth,

she has been, uh, busy.

If I'm telling the truth, you're burned, my friend.

You're left holding the bag.

How do you figure?

Allison on her way back to Moscow

means you're no defector.

Means she's the Russian agent we've been saying all along.

If you're telling the truth.

I'm good.

But I'm not that good.

A story with so many moving parts

would've taken weeks to dream up.

You know I'm right.

Hmm.

Say...

Let's say I do believe you.

What do you want?

I want her back. I want her punished.

And what makes you think I even know where she is

or how they're gonna get her out of the country?

'Cause if she were my agent, I'd know.

- Hmm. - 'Cause I'd know everything about her.

Down to the very last detail.

When to scold, when to forgive.

When to laugh at her jokes.

Except she's the one running me.

Ivan.

I say this respectfully.

One professional to another.

You're playing a bad hand.

I understand you were a ski racer.

Downhill?

Giant slalom was my event. Why?

How does resettlement in Jackson Hole, Wyoming sound?

Witness protection,

a sizable living expense.

I'd miss the Alps.

You'll miss 'em either way.

And there's no family in the picture, is there? Not a wife

or children?

So you've devoted your entire life

to an institution that's now turning its back on you.

The last illusion

of the illusionless man.

What?

What's so amusing?

Nothing, nothing.

It's a good pitch you're making.

I'm... I'm admiring it.

I was gonna tell you it's not for nothing.

- No? - No.

Hmm.

You came this close

to painting a masterpiece.

This close.

And not many people can say that.

But I won't be making you another offer

like this anytime soon.

I'm being generous,

because you have something I want very much.

Take it or leave it.

Very well.

It's a shame, though.

I would've enjoyed talking to you again.

It was my idea.

You were an easy target, Saul.

Middle-aged,

recently divorced.

I knew if you were sleeping with her,

you wouldn't see other things so clearly.

Where is she, then, Ivan?

How are they planning on getting her out of Germany?

Ah, our guest.

And my patient.

Come, this way.

Did they give you something for the pain?

Yes, but it's wearing off.

Please, have a seat.

I am Dr. Rudolf.

And I'm going to take care of you, okay?

How long am I staying here?

As long as it takes for...

things to calm down out there.

Okay.

Until then,

I've been told to give you the first-class treatment.

Yeah, you must be very important.

Who are you,

Putin's long-lost sister?

I am important. So fuck up my shoulder

and I'll see to it you never practice medicine again.

Okay.

Laura, the BND's here with a warrant for your arrest.

- What? - Come on, let's get out the back way.

Wait.

What the hell are you doing?

There's no time for that.

My air-gapped computer's in there.

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Laura Sutton, you are under arrest for violating

the Foreign Residency Act. Take her into custody.

Don't worry, I'll try to call Jonas.

Oh, call all the lawyers you want.

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I know you. You're Anders Larsen.

Sellout. Piece of shit hacker.

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I don't have them. The documents aren't here.

This won't hold up.

Doesn't have to.

You've officially overstayed your welcome in Germany.

We're sending you back to your good friends at the FBI.

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Carrie.

Carrie.

Hi.

How long have I been asleep?

I don't know.

Just got back from the BND.

They've got Laura and they won't let me see her.

It's fucked.

I didn't know where else to go.

You heard about the attack?

Nothing happened, right?

- It's over. - Yeah, they got the guys.

There was a big shootout

at a house in Prenzlauer Berg.

It's good to see you.

Feels like it's been forever.

Yeah, it does.

Come here.

Oh.

Take off your shirt.

Oh, wait. Wait. Wait. What happened to your hand?

Nothing.

Eine Hamster Liebesgeschihte.

Liebesgeschichte.

A Hamster Love Story.

But she never cared for that one. Here.

This is it.

Toff-Toff Der Blaue Trecker.

But you have to do all the sounds.

The tractor sputtering, the ducks quacking.

Oh, thankfully, "quack" is the same in English as in German.

Lucky for you.

Mm-hmm. Lucky for me.

I wanted to take some of Franny's books back with me.

The danger's over then?

You're safe from what you've been running from?

Yes, I'm safe.

We're safe.

You want to tell me what happened today?

It's all over the-the Internet.

A mysterious blonde woman

in the Hauptbahnhof tunnels with a gun.

You?

Me.

Nice shirt.

Take it. It's yours.

It'll make me happy knowing you're wearing it.

So that's it?

We're just... we're just gonna say good-bye

like none of this ever happened?

It happened.

I was happy here.

Franny was happy. I think you were, too.

Yeah, I was.

So why can't we just pick up where we left off?

Would that be so hard?

- Come here, sit back down. - No.

I don't... I don't want to sit down.

No, I-I want another chance. I think we could do better

this time.

Look, I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

This is not easy for me, either.

I love you guys. I really do.

Then don't break up with us.

Let's just put everything back the way it was.

Maybe you can't put things back, eh?

- They won't go back. - You don't know that.

You don't know that until we've tried.

I can't unhear things I've heard,

unsee things I've seen. I'm sorry.

Stop saying that.

- Stop saying that you're sorry. - Look, look...

I don't want to go through life always worried

about what's around the next corner.

And I don't want my kids to, either.

- Your kids? - Yeah.

What happened to Steffan can never happen again.

- It won't. - You can't promise me that.

- Jonas... - Carrie, I'm doing us both a favor.

Can't you see?

It will never work is what I'm saying.

It was a crazy idea to begin with.

Oh, so now I'm crazy?

- I didn't say that. - I'm not crazy, Jonas.

- No. - I went off my meds for a reason.

I know.

No. No, you know what was crazy?

Was that I actually opened myself up to you

and really let you in.

We are not talking about the same thing.

I'm talking about loving you, about being loved.

What are you talking about?

Hey. Hey, come on.

No, no, no. No, I don't want that.

I don't want it. I won't allow it.

No.

No, no.

Peter Quinn-- he was in Room 303.

He's not there. Where is he?

- Are you his wife? - No.

- Family? - I am a friend, goddamn it! Where is he?

I'm sorry, you're gonna have to calm down.

He's in the OR.

He had a brain hemorrhage.

The neurosurgical team is operating on him now.

What, so he had a stroke?

In his case, intracerebral and quite severe.

How long has he been in surgery?

A couple of hours now, but he's gonna be in there a while.

Five or six hours at least.

Can I show you to the waiting room?

The chapel.

Is there a chapel?

Yeah.

♪ Ich bin Klein ♪

♪ Mein Herz ist rein ♪

♪ Soll niemand drin wohnen als ♪

♪ Jesus allein... ♪

♪ Ich bin Klein ♪

♪ Mein Herz ist rein ♪

♪ Soll niemand drin wohnen als ♪

♪ Jesus allein... ♪

Hello.

I'm sorry. I've-I've forgotten your name.

- I'm Dr. Emory. - I remember.

- I'm Carrie. - Oh.

- May I join you, Carrie? - Of course.

So, he's out of surgery.

But the hematoma was very large.

We had to perform a craniotomy, drain it

and repair the bleed.

What does that mean? Will he recover?

Well, it's too soon to tell.

Come on, Doctor.

You've seen a thousand of these. You know.

Tell me.

It was a bad one.

And even if he does recover,

the brain damage will be significant.

- Where is he? - He's in post-op.

I need to see him.

Oh, of course.

Oh, dear God.

You all right?

Did we do this to him?

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Good morning.

I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me.

I'm going to tell you three things.

All true.

If you say so.

One-- Faisal Marwan is dead.

He threw himself out a fifth story window

right here in this building.

You mean you threw him out the window.

He jumped.

That is a fact.

You killed him.

You fuckers.

No.

We made a mistake leaving him alone,

but we did not kill him.

Still, that presents us with a problem.

How to explain his death to the German people.

No shit.

Which brings me to the second thing.

Your friend Numan.

What about him?

He's in the next cell.

We have his laptop.

We've recovered the hacked documents.

Since now they'll never be published,

you've lost your leverage.

I'm happy to show him to you

if you don't believe me.

You people.

You're the one who's abused your position here in Germany.

Yeah?

So why am I not on a plane home like you said?

What am I still doing here?

Believe me, there are plenty of my colleagues

not far from where we're sitting who'd like nothing better than

to see you rot in a supermax prison.

You think I care what you do to me?

Ah.

But you are not the one we're talking about, are you?

It's Numan.

What do you mean?

His asylum status here was granted

on a temporary basis only.

Up for review

every six months.

Come on.

You wouldn't do that.

Turkey's declared him an enemy of the state.

It is up to you, Laura.

They'll execute him or worse.

Either do exactly as you're told,

or it's back to where he came from.

What's the prognosis?

Unchanged.

Not a good sign he hasn't woken up.

No.

Pity.

If there's no improvement soon,

they're talking about changing his status

to "minimally conscious."

What does that mean?

It means odds of recovering cognitive function

drops close to zero.

Poor Peter.

That's his worst nightmare.

You know, we found him when he was 16.

No, I didn't know that.

Foster home in Baltimore.

The group was looking for a street kid.

Someone real but also...

pretty enough to turn the head of a Hong Kong paymaster.

He was a natural from the start.

I believe it.

Couple years later,

I sponsored him for training.

Youngest guy ever.

Here.

What's this?

You were his beneficiary

in case anything happened to him in Syria.

I figured I'd give it to you now.

No telling when we might see each other again.

Carrie,

I guess I'm done, and we never happened.

I'm not one for words, but they're coming now.

I don't believe in fate or destiny...

Talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

How is he?

Not great.

I didn't come here to fight with you.

Okay.

Given any more thought to what we discussed the other day?

I have not.

But more thinking isn't gonna change my mind.

I spoke to the Director.

He's prepared to offer you complete autonomy, Carrie.

Design your own mission, pick your own team.

Not interested.

Sorry.

Mind telling me why?

I think I deserve an explanation.

I'm not that person anymore.

You just saved hundreds of lives.

I got lucky.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

If that weapon had gone off, we'd be living

in a different world today.

We're already living in a different world.

The attack wasn't the first

and it certainly won't be the last.

You're being selfish.

Really?

"Selfish"-- that's what you think?

I think you know better than anyone how to fight these guys.

That's the thing, Saul, I don't.

I have no idea.

Then help us.

Help me.

Come up with a new paradigm.

I'm gonna go back in now.

Goddamn it, Carrie.

I need you.

And I told you I'm not that person anymore.

Come in.

It's time to go.

I hope your stay here has been comfortable?

This house is a transit site for human trafficking--

underage girls being sold into prostitution.

Yes.

What is your point?

You're kidding.

I've done it myself.

It's only three and a half hours to the border.

You'll be fine.

What if I need to pee?

You hold it in.

Next time you see sky, it will be Russian.

Und in fünf, vier,

drei, zwei, eins...

Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome back to Laura Sutton,

the dissident American journalist,

who was also our guest earlier this week,

promising to publish more sensitive documents

if her demands were not met.

I understand you have a statement to make.

Yes, I do.

As a reporter, I've always valued the truth above all else,

sometimes to the detriment of my career,

certainly to the detriment of my relationship

to the country of my birth, the United States of America,

where... I haven't stepped foot in three and a half years.

In stark contrast,

Germany has provided me with a home

and the freedom to do my work.

I have tried to demonstrate

my profound gratitude

by championing the rights of the German people

and by speaking truth to power.

Four days ago, I appeared on this program

and made some serious allegations

about state security.

I accused the BND of abrogating due process

and arresting Faisal Marwan for the second time

on what I claimed were bogus charges.

In the wake of last week's failed attempt

at Berlin Hauptbahnhof

and in light of new evidence I have been given access to...

I am now convinced that Mr. Marwan is not

the innocent man I thought he was.

In fact, it is now clear to me

that he was a vital and dedicated member

of the terror cell that planned and plotted

this attack for years.

Excuse me for interrupting, Ms. Sutton,

but are you at all worried about the damage to your credibility?

Of course I am.

All I can do now is learn from my mistake

and... hope to put it behind me as quickly as possible.

Did he come at you hard?

He did.

A promotion?

Not exactly, but...

What then?

Stock options?

Here, let me help you with those.

No, that's okay, let me do that.

You're being very discreet.

Are you considering his offer?

You'd tell me if I'm too nosy, huh?

No, not at all.

Can I at least pour you some more wine?

Well, that-that would be good.

Thank you.

The truth is, it was painful.

How so?

Turning him down.

Saul recruited me, he trained me.

He's pulled so many hatchets out of my back, I've lost count.

We were a team, we've always been a team.

And is that what you did?

Turned him down?

Yeah.

I don't know what's ahead, but that chapter of my life is over.

Finished.

So you're ready to hear another offer?

I'd like to make one.

I can't go back to work right away, Otto.

I'm sorry.

Too much has happened.

I need to take some time, be a mom again for a while.

Understand.

But I'm not talking about your old job.

No?

No. You've trained your team well.

Mike can take over.

What then?

Over the years, I've hired a lot of extraordinary people,

interviewed a lot more.

Well, you're picky.

You're famous for it.

Never anybody like you, though.

That's nice of you to say.

It's not nice.

I read your application,

saw right away how brilliant you are,

what a freethinker,

and insisted on meeting you.

I remember.

We sat down at 10:15 on a Wednesday morning.

I offered you the position at 10:30.

I remember.

I was waiting for you, Carrie.

I was waiting for you to walk through the door.

Okay, now I'm a little lost.

I want a partner,

someone who knows the world for what it is

but also knows it must be made better.

Someone to share my life with.

Otto...

You don't have to answer now.

Go back to America.

Spend time with your daughter.

Think about it.

I-I don't know what to say.

Say nothing.

Just think about the scope and scale of what I'm proposing.

The possibilities.

I'll be in Washington next month for meetings.

We can talk then.

Hello.

Laura, what's going on?

They just let me go.

Numan, I can't talk to you.

What do you mean, you can't talk to me? Why not?

It's a condition of the deal I made.

I can't talk to you ever again.

What deal?

Good-bye.

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Pop the trunk.

Carrie, I guess I'm done, and we never happened.

I'm not one for words,

but they're coming now.

I don't believe in fate or destiny or horoscopes,

but I can't say I'm surprised things turned out this way.

I always felt there was something kind of

pulling me back to darkness.

Does that make sense?

But I wasn't allowed a real life

or real love.

That was for normal people.

With you, I thought,

"Ah, maybe, just maybe..."

But I know now that was a false glimmer.

I'm used to those-- they happen all the time in the desert--

but this one got to me.

And here's the thing, this death, this end of me

is exactly what should have happened.

I wanted the darkness.

I fucking asked for it.

It has me now.

So don't put a star on the wall for me.

Don't say some dumb speech.

Just think of me as a light on the headlands, a beacon,

steering you clear of the rocks.

I loved you.

Yours, for always now,

Quinn.

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