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Previously on Homeland...

He's in respiratory failure due to acute hypoxia.

We need him awake.

And I'm telling you he's in a coma for a reason.

What would you want me to do if you were you lying there?

I can't speak for Quinn.

Well, if anybody can, you can.

Quinn. Quinn, it's me, Carrie.

I need you to open your eyes now, okay?

Tell me what the target is.

Tell me where the attack is going to happen.

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.

I don't know what to say.

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.

You just saved hundreds of lives.

I got lucky.

Then help us.

Help me, come up with a new paradigm.

God damn it, Carrie.

I need you.

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

Just hold on one second.

- Hey, Carrie. - Hey.

He didn't show?

No.

But he was scheduled, right?

Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays, yeah.

You have any idea where I can find him?

I don't.

Gee, you can't make people do things they don't wanna do.

- I gotta... Yeah. - Thanks.

Motherfucker.

Quinn.

You weren't in physical therapy.

Talk to me for a minute.

I know you're frustrated.

Oh, that's what you think.

Okay.

I'll go with that. I'm frustrated!

Whatever you say.

The hardest time, when you can't go on one more second,

that's when you have to keep trying,

because that's when breakthroughs happen.

Fucking moto shit!

I know you wanna get out of here,

but you are not ready yet...

Would you just stop...

being like a dog!

Quinn, listen, just stay with it. You will improve.

I just said stop!

All kinds of progress will start then.

I'm not getting any better!

Can't you get that through your fucking skull?

Let me go.

Let me go.

Mr. Quinn.

I'm going.

Clara, see Peter to his room.

I'm okay. He's frustrated.

He's angry. He thinks he isn't making progress.

What?

Well, he seemed perfectly fine. Earlier, that is.

What, so, now it's my fault?

I don't know, it's just...

Maybe he would have more success

without the upset of your visits.

That's absurd.

Yes, yes, he gets upset, but at his situation here.

He just expresses it to me.

We think it's more than that.

We?

Wait, who's we? His doctors feel this way?

His entire treatment team does.

What, so, you're saying that I should stop coming?

You're here every day.

I'm saying you should take a break.

I'm his friend, he has no one else.

I know.

That's why you should listen to what he's trying to tell you.

All compressed into the 72 days between the election

and the January 20th inauguration...

The most complex, the most difficult

transfer of power on the planet today...

The top two floors of the InterContinental

where she is huddled with her transition team

poring over briefing books, taking meetings...

- Gentlemen. - General.

General.

Well?

On the plus side, it didn't last long.

We're ready for you now.

Good luck.

You know what General McClendon just told me?

Put 70,000 troops into Syria

and ISIS is done and dusted in six weeks.

What does CIA think?

Oh, don't be shy, gentlemen. Jump right in.

This is a free-fire zone.

Well, the problem is not so much

destroying ISIS, Madam President,

as it is...

Madam President-elect.

It's a mouthful, I know.

Madam President-elect,

the bigger problem is holding and securing the territory afterwards.

So, now it's a ground invasion and an occupation.

Otherwise, it's just another ISIS waiting in the wings.

The mission is creeping, gentlemen.

Unfortunately, the alternatives don't look much better.

What about getting out?

- Excuse me? - Leaving.

Telling the American people, this isn't working,

and bringing our forces home, all of them.

Why not? If the war isn't winnable, what are we still doing there?

Containing the enemy, for one thing.

Preventing them from turning the region

into a base for attacking us here at home.

Or maybe it's time to recognize that

not every problem in the Middle East deserves a military solution.

So, what have you got there?

The director has asked us to brief you on a number of covert action

and sensitive collection operations.

What do you say we all sit down?

I'm afraid this is for your eyes only, ma'am.

Mr. Emmons doesn't have the proper clearance.

Give us the room, Rob.

Please sit.

Operation Signpost. I like the name.

Signpost is a covert action and collection operation against Iran.

It's funded at $85 million and designed to insert exploits

into a wide range of Iranian computers.

Can I just stop you there?

The purpose of this briefing is what exactly?

- Ma'am? - What I mean is,

should I weigh in, or do I just listen?

Idea is to bring you up to speed and, in the process,

establish a working relationship going forward.

So, I'm free to talk?

By all means.

Thank goodness! 'Cause you know how I love to talk.

Even though I don't actually have any authority over Signpost

or, for that matter, any covert action at this time, do I?

Not till after the inauguration, no.

I didn't think so.

Why don't we just skip ahead to the good stuff then?

- Good stuff? - Yeah.

I'd like to hear about our lethal programs, if you don't mind.

- Not at all. - I'm most interested

in the drone and paramilitary operations.

Of course.

Especially the ones that don't require a sign-off from the President.

Those can be found beginning on page 17.

Who are you to bad-mouth your sister?

Okay, now she's not even going to Friday prayer anymore.

Hey, that's her business.

You're one to talk, playing your

dirty rap music in your room all night.

- It's not the same. - Yeah? How is that?

It's just different.

We'll see what your father has to say about that, eh?

Is she even coming?

We've got plane tickets, don't we?

He's gonna want her to wear a hijab.

She knows.

Oh, shit, I'm late.

I thought it was your day off.

It is.

Morning, loser.

She shouldn't be allowed to go to school dressed like this.

Where to?

49th and Lex.

East Side Marriott.

All right.

Make sure you get the hotel in the background.

I got it.

So, all those folks thinking it all kicked off in 1993

when Ramzi Yousef drove a van into the parking garage

of the World Trade Center,

lit four 20-foot-long fuses

and blew up the biggest homemade bomb that the FBI had ever seen.

What's up?

Shit! I'm on low battery.

Dude, just give me yours.

- We're good. - All right.

So, you think Al Qaeda's first attack on American soil

was the 1993 truck bombing of the World Trade Center?

Think again. Nope, it happened right here,

in the ballroom of this hotel.

Come on, let's check it out.

Yeah, right this way. Come here.

Check this out.

So, right here, this is where the founder of

the Jewish Defense League was executed,

where he got popped. His name was Meir Kahane.

K-A-H-A-N-E. You need to Google him.

Because this guy, supposedly, he was a rabbi, a holy man,

he would go around and he would call Arabs dogs

and one time he even said,

after 27 Palestinians were murdered in the West Bank, he said...

The more the merrier.

Yeah, check that fool out. K-A-H-A-N-E.

Google him.

- Who popped him? - Oh, man!

Yo. It was this humble brother from Egypt

by the name of El Sayyid Nosair,

who actually used to hang out with the Blind Sheik in Brooklyn.

So, what happened was, this dude, he disguised himself

as an Orthodox Jew, and he came in

and he shot Kahane in the throat with a .357 Magnum,

blowing his ass to the floor, right there.

- Did they start without me? - Only just.

Got another rights awareness workshop this weekend

at the community center.

I need some help.

Morning, everybody. Sorry I'm late.

Otto?

Hello, Carrie.

What are you doing here?

Flew in this morning.

The new space looks great.

Well, welcome.

- Hi. - Hi.

Did you meet Professor Hashem?

I did.

He's been briefing me already on

your Outreach and Counseling programs.

- Impressive. - What about fair trial?

I was just getting to that.

Reda represents two prisoners at Guantánamo

and he and his students are defending five clients here in New York

on terrorism charges.

I'm assuming fair trial isn't what they're getting.

If you're male and Muslim, the conviction rate is pushing 90%.

We know a guy who was arrested

for plotting to bring down the Brooklyn Bridge with a blow torch.

He's doing 20 years in a federal prison,

essentially, for being an idiot.

Okay, okay, you can stop selling.

I've written the check already.

Well, don't let me waste anymore of your time.

Professor Hashem.

Mr. Düring.

Can you spare a few minutes?

Yeah, of course.

So, Sunday we'll need some volunteers.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong. Let's have dinner tonight.

I can't.

- Why not? - You know why.

Now you won't even eat a meal with me?

Look, it's the same conversation over and over again.

Carrie, what are you doing here?

I'm saying no.

Which is what I've been doing for the past three months.

I mean here, in Brooklyn with a bunch

of kids and their associate professor.

Small potatoes.

What? That's the expression, no?

- Small potatoes. - Fuck you, Otto.

- I'm serious. - So am I.

It's important work.

Law enforcement needs to stop harassing

and demonizing an entire community...

Tens of millions of war refugees,

more than a billion people living in extreme poverty,

these are the issues you should be focusing on.

Well, I'm not. This is what I'm focusing on.

I've met someone.

What?

Yeah.

Wait, what is this, some kind of ultimatum?

No, no. I thought you should know.

You should go.

Listen, Carrie...

I'm not changing my mind.

And I'm telling you you're making a mistake.

You think you are better off alone.

You think your sins require it, but they don't.

You couldn't be more wrong.

- Here. - I can't accept...

It's for Franny.

Thank you.

I miss her.

She misses you too.

Now go.

- If it's not me, Carrie... - It's not.

Let it be someone else.

Man, it's impossible, man, for a regular human,

however fucked up,

to imagine what a regular-pile-of-rocks house

dig-with-a-stick, booger-eater in Afghanistan actually wants, man.

Hard to imagine what he thinks.

Shut the fuck up, Reyes!

Check's here. Meet you out in the back in 10 minutes.

Move your ass, man.

Hey, beautiful.

Hey!

Don't be so rough. Damn.

- You all right, sweetie? - Yeah.

Did you get your check okay?

Got it right here.

My man.

- Give him his seat belt. - He don't need a seat belt.

We're not going far.

Just put my head right through the...

Jackpot!

Don't even say that, honey.

It's bad luck.

I mean, you heard her.

Bring the troops home, complete the pivot towards Iran,

demilitarize the CIA.

What I heard was a newly elected president

auditioning a bunch of new ideas.

I don't know, Saul. She gave us very little love today.

She will learn to love us.

I'm not sure where all this rosy optimism is coming from.

But I don't like it.

Can we order some food in here? I'm starving.

It's not just that her ideas are naive and dangerous.

It's that she didn't exactly campaign on them.

I'm not sure the American people are

getting what they bargained for.

What are you talking about?

Her son.

Was it Iraq or Afghanistan, again? I forget.

Iraq.

A week into his third tour there. Twenty-eight years old.

Poor woman.

You know she's never spoken about his death publicly?

Not once.

Not even in the first debate

when she got hammered by Horns on foreign policy.

So, we got a theory about all this?

Developing one.

Tell me.

Nah, you'll just call me a paranoid fuck.

You're a paranoid fuck.

I think she despises us, Saul.

I think she blames us for her boy.

I think she intends to hold us all accountable.

Yeah, so, when do you leave again?

In the next week.

Africa? Goddamn.

Yeah, man.

Well, you got to be excited about seeing your old pops.

I guess.

What do you mean? It's been like 14 years or something, right?

He was working, like, three jobs back then, I barely knew him.

I barely even saw him, and then he was gone.

Like, I'm not saying I didn't miss having a dad.

Well, do you want one of mine? 'Cause I have three.

Shut up, man.

Yo, we're here.

This is it?

Yeah, right in this construction area,

this is where Faisal Shahzad parked the Pathfinder.

I'm getting the chills, bro.

Don't. He was a shitty bomb maker.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

He used the wrong type of fertilizer.

The whole thing just fizzled out.

When the Customs agents boarded the plane the next day,

he just looked up and said, I was expecting you.

Are you FBI or NYPD?

Oh, just save that for the video.

All right.

Ready?

By 2010, Faisal Shahzad was mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore.

Mad about the town of Haditha, where 24 Muslims, including five children,

were shot up by US Marines while they slept in their bed.

Mad about Abeer Al Janabi,

a 14-year-old Iraqi girl who was

gang raped by American soldiers,

who then put a bullet in her brain

and set her corpse on fire.

There's two sides to every story. Know that.

You watch Clarice, don't run off with that now.

Or I'll leave you in the bathtub like before.

Catch you later.

Some of us work for a living.

You wanna drive, honey?

He's in the shit if you don't get him back by 2200.

Who's that with you?

- For Christ's sake, Mona. - The soldier I told you about,

Peter.

Where's Tommy?

In Philadelphia.

For the Muay Thai fights at the Octagon.

Are you the hostess?

I'm Mona.

Give her $200, honey.

Pretty shitty music, Mona.

Play whatever you like, soldier. Only don't play it too loud.

'Cause the manager calls, I gotta put someone out.

Come on.

Baby.

This is my private area. No one uses this except me.

And sometimes Justine. Justine.

This is Peter. Peter, Justine.

Hey, Peter.

Justine?

I'm gonna go see Lazy D.

Get us some of what we need, baby.

Okay.

Got a $100 for me?

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

You like sandalwood?

I might.

You see something?

Definitely.

What?

Oh, another world.

One's plenty for me.

Here you go, honey.

Lazy D gives us use of this because you're a wounded warrior.

He don't normally do that for anyone.

Breathe in now. Don't waste it.

Walk with me, will you?

I spend three-quarters of my life sitting on my ass.

Hello to you too.

How unlike you to send up a flare.

I debated it, believe me.

But I need you to promise me something first.

If I can.

No contact report on this meeting.

You can share it with Misha Gavron in person in Tel Aviv.

But nothing gets written down.

Okay, agreed.

It may be worse than we thought.

- Worse for Israel? - Yes, for Israel.

Of course, for Israel.

I meant operationally, for both of us.

I see.

The new president's not a fan of our joint covert action program.

Perhaps we can educate her.

That's what Saul said.

Saul?

How is Saul?

He's fine.

Poor old Saul.

Sworn off women, I hope.

Haven't we all?

What do you want me to tell Misha? What's the time factor?

We have very little.

Eight weeks, at the most.

After the inauguration,

I expect our hands are gonna be tied.

Well, we better get a move on then.

Latisha?

Franny?

What's going on? Where's the soldier?

In there with Justine.

Show me.

Hey, hey, Tommy.

He ain't going nowhere.

I got places to be.

Hey, hey.

Let him have his fun. Besides...

You know you work better when you're all relaxed.

If he decides to leave?

He don't have the ability.

Yo, I'll start editing this tonight.

I should have something to post in a couple of days.

All right. There's something else.

What?

I need you to sit down with that brother I was telling you about.

- No. - Why not?

He just wants a few words with you about your trip.

Yo, there's nothing to talk about.

I'm going to see my dad. End of story.

Come on, man, I promised him...

You promised him what?

Listen, Saad.

The website is starting to see more and more traffic.

We are definitely on the radar.

So, don't be talking to no strangers.

Hell, don't even cross the street the wrong way.

You hear me?

- I hear you. - No, I'm serious.

I hear you. I hear you.

Oh, my God! It's a robbery!

Nobody fucking move!

Hey, hey, you, Dancing Queen!

- Stop dancing! - Just cooperate, honey.

That way no one gets hurt.

Shut the fuck up!

Don't hurt him! Whoever you are.

You telling me what to do? Turn that fucking music off!

You got the PTSD?

Could have.

Okay, give me your fucking money.

It's in there.

Just...

Get it out and give it to me!

Stop already! Jesus!

Oh, Tommy.

I hate this.

Every night with those goddamn radios. I can't hear myself think.

Then close the window.

Then it's too hot with the radiator.

And you can't complain.

You know, like, yell out them to turn it down.

My girlfriend said something out the window last week,

and some fool down there...

- Do not fucking move! - Hey.

- Where is he? - He's not here!

Bullshit! Where is he?

He's on the trip! He's not here!

Shut up! Get down! Both of you, get down!

- Okay. - Check the back room.

My father is in Africa. You deported him already.

Not your father, your brother.

My brother?

What's going on, Sekou?

Don't say a word! Tell them nothing!

Imam Ammar.

- He knows a lawyer. - Coming out.

We're coming your way.

Copy that. Subject is apprehended.

Let 'em up.

Mrs. Bah, I'm Special Agent Conlin.

Your son, Sekou, is under arrest

for material support of terrorism.

What?

Terrorism? Simone...

This is ridiculous!

He's not a terrorist!

That's for the court to decide.

Right now, I need both of you to answer a few questions.

Not without a lawyer.

Mrs. Bah,

your son has been radicalized by some very bad people.

You should be thanking us we got to him

before he carried out their instructions.

Don't, Ma.

I'm sorry. You heard my daughter.

It's up to you.

- Hauser, show these women out. - Out?

We have a search warrant. You're gonna have to leave the premises.

It's after midnight. Where are we supposed to go?

- Don't touch me. - Wait.

- Wait. - Get off!

His dad overstayed his visa, according to the Imam.

This was back in 2002 when the INS was

deporting Muslims by the thousands.

Since Sekou and his sister are American citizens,

they remained in the country with their mom.

Hi, we're here to see Sekou Bah. That's B-A-H.

What, was he seven years old?

Christ, he probably had no idea what hit him.

I think he knew.

And if no one else told him, the kids at school did.

Anyway, the family struggled.

Mom moved them into public housing, got some night work,

but that wasn't enough.

Finally, Sekou had to drop out of high school

in order to help pay the bills.

I'm Reda Hashem. This is Carrie Mathison.

We were contacted by Imam Ammar to handle your case.

How are you?

I'm ready to go home.

I bet.

No, I'm serious. I'm late for work.

I can't lose my job.

Here.

Write down the name and number of your boss

and I'll reach out to him as soon as we're done here.

You guys are gonna get me out of here, right?

We'll know more after the arraignment.

And when is that?

Couple of days. Early next week.

Next week?

We'll get a copy of the criminal complaint later today.

And that will give us a better idea of what to expect.

But I didn't do anything.

This is bullshit!

We took a look at your website, Sekou,

and you've been openly critical of America

and supportive of its sworn enemy.

I know what protected speech is.

I can say what I want.

I'm not a violent person.

They'll try to make the case

that what you're doing is inciting others to violence.

But that's not true.

The Imam says you're a regular at the mosque.

Tell me when's the last time you heard

a khatib speak to the congregation

about Abu Ghraib, or Guantánamo, or drones, or torture?

Now you know why.

Deliberately promoting extremist ideology on the internet.

He put up videos and documents indicating

a growing hatred of the United States.

And just last week, he translated an ISIS tract called

39 Ways To Serve and Participate in Jihad.

Now, I get asked all the time,

how do we deal with homegrown,

violent, do-it-yourself jihadists?

Like this, ladies and gentlemen,

by confronting the threat head-on,

by targeting the most radical individuals

and using the full extent of the law

to preempt their acts of terror.

- Miss Ortiz. - Thank you, Agent Conlin.

I'm gonna talk a little bit about time...

Don't tell me you and Hashem are defending this asshole.

I'm not sure he needs a defense.

I'm not sure what he's done is even illegal.

You would be mistaken.

Since when is engaging in religious and political debate online

a punishable offense?

When its intent is to motivate people to attack the United States.

Intent? Wow.

That's a tough one to prove.

What if he's just honestly opposed to

US foreign policy in Muslim countries,

like I am more and more?

Do you keep photos of dead American soldiers on your laptop?

Or provide links to sites where

we can watch the latest suicide bomber?

Well, we just met with him,

and what I saw was an angry kid, at worst.

Oh, he's way past anger, believe me.

We found plane tickets to Nigeria in his possession.

Nigeria?

Yep. Playground of Boko Haram,

who, by the way, just pledged allegiance to the Islamic State.

Now you're reaching.

Am I? Really?

There was also five grand in cash under his mattress.

Now, where does a kid like him get money like that.

I don't know about you, but I'm not taking any chances.

Not here.

Not in New York.

When he didn't appear for group at 10:00, a search was conducted,

and you were called as soon as he was confirmed missing.

You noticed he was missing, okay, but when exactly did he leave?

He might have left this morning.

Could he have left last night?

Possibly.

Quinn's gone since you-don't-know-when and to God-knows-where,

and you want me to limit my visits?

This isn't a prison, Miss Mathison, it's a hospital.

And isn't keeping track of your patients part of taking care of them?

Okay.

Clarence said, he left Peter in his room after your visit yesterday.

As you recall, he was angry and upset.

He could've snuck out any time after that.

And where would I find Clarence?

In the physical therapy room, finishing his shift.

Quinn?

Quinn?

Quinn?

Jesus Christ! Get up.

- Go away. - Come on, on your feet.

I'm taking you back to the VA.

I'm not going back there.

No?

I'm fine on my own.

Really?

What are you planning to do? Where are you planning to go?

I don't know.

You can't live on the street.

I'll figure something out.

You're forgetting something.

Your pants, shoes.

Well, they gotta be around here somewhere.

Look, I get it.

Nobody hates hospitals more than me.

You gotta help me out here, Quinn. I don't know what else to do.

I can't take care of you by myself,

and you won't let me put you into a private program,

so this is what you've got.

For now.

I'm sorry, I wish it was different.

Listen, would it be better if I stopped coming by for a while?

- Your treatment team thinks... - Whatever.

I'm gonna say goodbye here, okay?

- Okay? - Yeah, I heard you, bye.

Hey, Quinn? Quinn, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

- I'm leaving. - No, you're not.

- Yes, I am. I'm leaving. - You're not, no...

- You can't leave. - Take your hand off me.

- I'm leaving. - You can't leave.

No, stop. Get your hands off me.

You are not leaving!

Take your hands off of me!

You have no right! I...

This is Peter Quinn, he's a patient here.

This is DeMarco with lobby security,

we have an agitated, non-compliant patient,

name of... What's his name, again?

- Peter Quinn. - Peter Quinn.

Any medical orders current on him?

Hold on, we'll check on that.

Ward seven...

Closed ward on seven for readmission evaluation.

No, wait, stop it!

Frankly, I'm just as concerned about her

domestic counter-terrorism agenda.

She didn't discuss any of that with us.

Well...

We sat on the Homeland Security Committee together,

so I pretty much know her feelings on the subject.

Which are?

Basically, that we're throwing away 100 billion dollars a year.

That the threat is grossly exaggerated.

That Ed Snowden's a hero.

I don't know about that.

Keeping the country safe is big business right now.

- It's getting bigger. - Now, don't you start, Saul,

there's a reason that we haven't had another 9/11,

it's called vigilance.

Hey, I'm all for vigilance.

But you know as well as I do,

there are no coordinated ISIS or Al Qaeda networks

here in the United States, like there are in Europe.

Yup, because we've been kicking ass and taking names.

All I'm saying is, she's not entirely wrong.

Where she is wrong,

she's persuadable.

Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough.

First step, tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna hit the sack.

It's good to see you again, Saul.

You too, Senator.

Thanks for the heads up.

The door to the garden's through here.

The stove is on the fritz.

You can use the microwave in the meantime.

Bed's made.

I rent it out, Airbnb.

How much? I could pay.

Quinn, that's not...

I said I can pay!

Okay.

I live here with Franny.

It's our home, right upstairs.

So don't bring troubled people here, or do drugs,

or behave like you did last night.

Understood.

The bathroom's there...

Just have to jiggle the handle on the toilet, or it runs.

What is that wallpaper?

There isn't any wallpaper.

Why is it moving?

I'll call to get your medication schedule,

get your prescriptions refilled.

We're also gonna have to figure out your therapy needs.

There's an outpatient program.

Anyway...

Tomorrow, we'll...

We'll make it work.

And, Quinn?

Take a shower.

- No Saul? - No Saul.

It's probably for the best.