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Previously on Homeland...

Hi, I'm from the Administration for Children's Services.

After my talk with Franny,

I made a determination that she's at imminent risk for further harm.

What?

She's been taken and placed in a state-registered youth home.

I just wanted to let you know that Franny is in foster care.

In this case it's clearly the right thing to do.

That's why I contacted you.

Peter. You okay?

Astrid?

Yeah, it's me.

I have to get back to New York.

You will be arrested again. That's the deal.

What deal?

The deal Dar Adal made.

You shot a civilian, Peter.

'Cause they were coming for me.

Who is?

The people who built the bomb.

You were in a coma, Peter.

Carrie ordered the doctors to wake you up.

She did this despite repeated warnings

about the risks of the procedure.

You think she's been taking care of you all these months out of love?

Sounds a lot more like guilt if you ask me.

Gentlemen. I have your passports.

- Welcome to New York. - Thank you.

I want political asylum.

I can put you in front of someone who can make it happen.

The President-elect.

While New Yorkers were dealing with this terrible attack,

the President-elect fled to a secure location.

She's a Gold Star Mom. She's tough to argue with.

At least, for now she is.

The first revolution is when you change your mind

about how you look at things

and see that there might be another way to look at it

that you have not been shown.

NYPD!

The brutality against protesters,

the para-militarization of law enforcement...

That's when you have to keep trying.

We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism,

we need a new strategy.

The revolution will not be televised.

The system of indefinite detention...

FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities...

Security, we got an agitated, non-compliant patient.

- Get away from me! - What's his name again?

- Peter Quinn. - Peter Quinn.

No wait, stop!

You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.

It's a very alarming charge.

The Russians hacked our committees.

The continuation of endless war...

Can't you get that through your fucking skull?

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The US continues to engage in a covert war

with very, very high stakes.

I made promises and didn't keep them.

This world began right after 9/11.

The revolution will not be televised, not be televised.

There will be no rerun, brothers and sisters.

The revolution will be live.

Which agency?

I can't say that here in an open hearing, sir.

You saved me.

Yes.

Why?

This is the truth, okay.

This is the truth that no one wants to hear.

Men died, buddies of mine died for nothing.

Take a look at the casualties his battalion suffered.

40 dead, 87 wounded.

And why is that, Frank?

Why do you think

our new President's son lost more men

than any other commander during the surge?

'Cause Andrew Keane only cared about his career

and the ribbons that he had pinned on his chest,

and he didn't give a shit what he had to do to get them.

- Rudy? Rudy? - He must have taken some risks.

And that's my point, that he made other guys take risks...

Rudy, you're late. Brett had to start without you.

...while he stayed safe behind the blast barrier.

I'm sorry, I'm not gonna do it, okay.

Can you just tell him for me, please.

Can you just wait here a minute, please.

Brett, Rudy is here.

Hold that thought, guys. I'm gonna take a little break.

Thank you, Sharon.

Rudy!

- What's up? - Hey.

I'm sorry, I can't do this, okay.

So, here's your money back.

- No, you keep it. - No.

No.

All that footage you gave us,

you already earned it.

- Okay. - But you can't let us down.

Look at those guys over there. Look.

They are here because of you.

Because you had the guts to speak out.

Now, you are the only one who was actually out on patrol that night.

I know that, but...

my head's a mess.

Of course it is.

You got sent down IED alley every single day for a whole year.

You yourself got hit four times.

Yeah, but why now? What's the point now?

Because people need to know the truth.

Because Andrew Keane was the opposite of a hero

and because his mother is the most dangerous person

to ever set foot in the White House.

Now, we can't just stand by and watch her

gut our armed forces,

abandon our closest allies,

and cede control to the world government, can we?

No, sir.

We've heard a lot about how Captain Keane stayed on base,

sent his men into enemy fire.

But in his defense,

there was at least one day he went out.

May 14, 2007.

The day he was killed.

Rudy, you were there that day.

Out on patrol with Captain Keane, weren't you?

You want to tell us what happened?

Yeah, we had...

Well, we'd gone to search a warehouse in Sadr City.

We had intel that it was a bomb factory.

And we had just gotten out of the vehicles when we got hit.

It was like they were waiting for us.

And what happened?

We were pinned down. Taking fire.

And RPGs, snipers.

We returned fire.

Bill, get closer on Rudy.

Captain Keane, what did he do?

It was dark, you know,

- and there was a lot of noise. - But he was there, right?

You saw him?

Yes, sir.

So, what was he doing?

He ran past me.

- He was shouting. - He ran past you?

You mean, he was running away?

He was killed by a sniper, right?

Where was he shot?

In the back.

Well, that sounds like he was running away.

He ran. He was shot in the back.

What other explanation is there?

Yeah, he was running, that's for sure.

Doesn't sound like a hero to me.

No, sir.

He was the opposite of a hero.

- Madam President-elect. - Rob.

Joint Chiefs are already here.

What about breakfast?

Between Agriculture and Housing and Urban Development.

Good.

- Good morning. Sorry I'm late. Please. - Good morning.

Status of forces.

Admiral Sizitski, why don't we start with the South China Sea?

- How are you, Josie? - Anytime, hon.

- It's about fucking time. - Sit, sit.

We're not going anywhere. Not now, anyway.

Is there a problem, Saul?

No, no problem.

She's the next President of the United States.

She's a little busy at the moment.

You still haven't spoken to her, have you?

Not yet. No. But I will, relax.

Not exactly how I saw my retirement beginning.

There, but for the grace of God...

Oh, screw the grace of God!

My fucking hand is in agony, I have flea bites all over my legs.

Don't make me sleep here another night.

All right, now you might not have a choice.

And why not?

Let me worry about that.

Saul...

We've spent our entire careers seeing around corners.

If there's something I need to know, you should tell me.

We need to take precautions, Majid.

You don't have many friends here.

Neither, it seems, do you.

Who said you could come in?

The bell didn't work, door was open.

'Cause we're putting in a security system.

Who are you again?

- Max. - Right.

Is she home?

Yeah.

I need to talk to her.

Now.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Why not?

The black dog.

The black what?

Dog.

Depression.

She hasn't come out of Franny's room.

Been in there since last night.

Hey, you.

Hey.

Max told me about Franny.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

You appealing the decision?

There is no appeal.

Really?

Really.

All I can do is comply with the court order.

Psych eval and therapy even.

Hope to God I can convince the judge

I'm a changed woman.

Can I help in any way?

No, it will just make things worse apparently.

Any outside pressure.

Look...

It's obviously not the best time to ask,

but I need your help.

Carrie.

I swore to myself it would be different here.

I swore to myself,

I would be different.

And look what happened.

You'll get her back.

Unfit mother. Unfit mother.

Carrie.

Unfit mother. Unfit mother. That's all I can hear in my head.

I don't even know where she is, Saul.

I need to see her. I have to know that she's all right.

- I can do it. - Sorry.

Fucking drop-foot.

At least you're up and walking.

Hell of a lot better than when I saw you in May.

May?

In the hospital.

You don't remember?

Sort of.

That's fine. Don't worry about it.

My dreams have a realness.

My realness...

Realness...

Reality.

My reality has a dreaminess.

And my thoughts keep

disappearing.

It's funny, you talk more than you used to.

- Bad thing? - No.

I like it.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

It was a lot to process.

How long can you stay?

Two weeks, give or take.

Okay if I go for a run?

Sure.

We can head into town after, do some shopping.

Don't know about you, but I need some decent coffee.

Be back in an hour or so.

And if you're planning another jail break, take a warm coat this time.

Or the rental car.

Keys are in the kitchen.

I'll give it some serious thought.

See you soon.

That's the house.

Franny's one of three kids, one older than her, one younger.

Foster mom's name is Christine Roth.

Been fostering nearly 20 years.

Never had a complaint against her.

- Don't. - Let go.

- If you're even seen here... - I have to.

You make this a hundred times worse, you understand that?

Come on, let's go somewhere and get a cup of coffee.

I need to talk to you.

Whatever it is, just tell me here.

Three weeks ago, I was sent to Abu Dhabi

to vet an Israeli operation against Farhad Nafisi.

Carrie, pay attention please. I'm not fucking around.

Remember Mr. Nafisi?

Of course.

Pay master for the IRGC, all around creep.

Correct.

It was me who recommended you for the mission.

Anyway, turns out Nafisi's been a Mossad agent for years.

The entire operation was theater.

Hoping to convince me that Iran's

in breach of the nuclear agreement.

So, what else is new?

Well...

Mossad wasn't acting alone.

- No? - No.

They had support from inside our own intelligence community.

The deal with Iran has been formally adopted.

It's settled policy. Any attempt to undermine it...

Treason.

You have proof of all this, I'm assuming.

I do.

And he's in New York right now.

He?

Majid Javadi.

Javadi, here?

Fucking hell!

I need to get him in front of the President-elect, Carrie.

The Iranians are abiding by the terms of the agreement.

There is no parallel program with North Korea.

Javadi's the only person who can make that case persuasively.

Okay.

If I go through official channels,

I risk tipping off the very people

who are conspiring behind my back.

So, I need you to be the go-between.

I wouldn't be asking if it weren't absolutely critical.

No, it's not that, Saul. I'm fine to try to arrange a meeting, but...

What?

These elements inside our own government,

do they include Dar Adal?

Dar Adal?

Yeah.

Paid me a visit a couple weeks ago.

Warned me off advising Elizabeth Keane.

Let me guess, you told him to fuck off.

The next day, Sekou Bah's van blows up in Midtown.

Blows up?

Wait a minute. Are you saying the kid wasn't responsible?

Let's just say the facts make it extremely fucking doubtful.

And that's not all.

Two days later, the FBI agent I'm working with

on the investigation is also murdered.

Oh, my God, Carrie.

You had all this. Why didn't you come to me?

You should have come to me.

Honestly, Saul, I...

I didn't know whose side you were on.

Five's the limit, pal.

Sorry.

Hey.

I see you in here again, I call the police.

Peter.

Give me a hand here, will you?

What is it?

Nothing.

- Whose house is this? - Oh, hey!

What?

Answer the question.

- Answer me. - Let go.

Christ, Peter. That hurt.

Whose house?

I don't know.

Friends of Dar Adal.

- He told you this? - Yeah.

When?

When he picked me up at the airport.

And these friends will let me stay here forever?

I have no idea what his arrangement is.

Why? What are you thinking?

It just seems weird.

What do you mean?

If he wanted me gone, why not get me out of the country?

I don't know. You'd have to ask him.

You keep saying that. I don't know.

I don't know. What do you know?

Take it easy. I didn't come all this way to get yelled at.

- Tell me then. - What?

What did you come here for?

Sorry?

Dar Adal called you?

- Yeah, he did. - What did he say?

That you were in bad shape and needed help.

And you just came running like Freud's fucking...

Why would you do that? Why would anybody do that?

I don't know.

Same reason I risked my life getting you out of Islamabad.

Because I'm your friend, goddamn it.

More than that.

We fucked each other because we were lonely.

That doesn't make us friends.

Don't say that. You don't mean it.

I do mean it.

Is Astrid even your real name?

Stop it, Peter.

I'm curious, is it?

Of course it is.

I don't believe you. Who else is here?

Who did Dar Adal send?

Nobody.

What about the guy you were talking to in the supermarket?

What? Who?

The one with the baseball...

You were talking.

I wasn't talking to anybody in the supermarket.

- Don't lie to me. - I'm not.

- I am gonna find out! - Please, Peter.

- Get out of my way. - It doesn't make any sense.

- Move! - No!

Told you.

The king can move where he wants.

And you can't predict the king.

Two more moves, you're gonna owe me another 20.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sorry to disappoint, my friend, but duty calls.

You?

Yeah, me. Get in.

I'm sorry, but I just got to ask.

Is Saul so short of resources?

Is there no one else at the agency he trusts?

No one who still actually works there?

If you don't like it, I can pull over.

You can get out and take your chances.

Testy, testy.

He wants you safe.

That means as few people know about this meeting as possible.

That's the only reason?

What do you mean?

I'm worried about him.

You know, it's all that men like Saul and I know.

Our careers.

The institutions we serve.

It's a very painful moment

when we realize we no longer make the weather.

Underestimate him at your own peril.

Oh, I don't, believe me. I don't.

Why else do you think I'm here?

I was hoping for the same reason I am.

I sincerely doubt that.

We did some good work together.

What wrong with wanting to preserve that?

Nothing.

People died for it, in case you don't remember.

You know, last year I had his remains moved in secret

from Caravan Cemetery to Bej Desaro.

It's the resting place of the martyrs.

I picked a nice shady spot.

In a forest of pine trees.

Later, I can maybe draw you a map so you can find it easily.

I don't like this.

I shouldn't have agreed to it.

True or false?

This is the man who organized Shiite militias against us in Iraq,

flooded that country with roadside bombs,

killing thousands of US troops.

True.

So, tell me, how exactly does a man like that become a CIA asset?

He was lured to America,

recruited here in a covert action.

Since then,

he's been our primary source of intel inside the IRGC.

What if he's wrong? Or being kept in the dark?

Or even lying for reasons that we're not aware of?

He's not. With all due respect.

How can you be so sure?

Because he's blown.

There's no reason for him to prevaricate about anything anymore.

Blown?

Outed to his own service as a double agent.

Which is why he's asking for political asylum.

His life is in danger. Even here, in America.

They're here.

How do I address her?

Madam President-elect.

Madam President-elect.

This way.

Ma'am, this is Major General Majid Javadi.

- Madam President... - That's far enough.

An honor to meet you.

I understand you're here at great personal risk.

Thank you for that.

And you, you are here at great political risk, so, thank you.

I also understand you've been working for the CIA.

I have not.

Saul and I sometimes speak when it's mutually beneficial.

Well, I need some straight talk now.

That's why I'm here.

As far as you know,

is there a concerted effort

to get me to withdraw my support for the nuclear agreement?

Undoubtedly, yes.

By who?

A faction in Israel

and one in your own national security establishments.

Whose concerns, I'm afraid, are valid.

- Majid. - Excuse me?

It appears certain payments have been made.

What are you doing?

Saul, please, let me explain.

These payments were earmarked for a country-wide air defense system,

but instead, wound up in Pyongyang.

Majid.

He told me exactly the opposite last night.

Let him finish.

Thank you, madam.

Saul is right. I did tell him differently last night.

But only because I knew I wouldn't get this audience with you

if I told him the truth.

Which is?

The deal is broken.

We are pursuing a parallel program in North Korea.

You know that's not true.

Saul has many qualities.

The most admirable of which is his optimism.

Some might call it a stubborn

refusal to see what's exactly in front of his eyes.

He has the evidence on his phone. I watched it.

This financier he's talking about is a Mossad agent.

The whole thing is a charade.

The only charade was the deal itself.

It never had a chance.

I'm sorry to disappoint, madam, but...

if I were you,

I'd watch your back.

Because my country is not your friend.

We should go.

Ma'am, please, don't listen to him.

You brought me here to listen to him.

Big Apple's coming down. Vehicles stand by.

What the fuck?

Madam President-elect.

Madam President-elect, I have to speak to you.

Please stay back, ma'am.

Elizabeth, please, you have to listen to me.

Saul would not have made a mistake like that.

Javadi's lying. It's the only explanation.

No, it's not. I can think of others.

Including one where you were wrong

and I was wrong to have ever listened to you.

Goodbye, Carrie.

Majid, wait.

Talk to me, for Christ's sake.

What the hell is going on?

You really don't know, do you?

- My God, Saul, you have lost your powers. - Tell me.

- Get your hands off me! - Tell me, goddamn it.

Why, Majid?

Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life

looking over my shoulder.

- Sorry, old friend. - Sorry?

Dar?

You reached out to Dar Adal?

I bet on a horse. In the end, I went with the sure thing.

No, I won't let you do this.

Get your hands off me!

You all right?

Saul, are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

Fucking miles away from all right.

Where on Earth did you get this?

Well, this was the YouTube war, remember?

This kid, Rudy, had a camera on his helmet.

Caught the whole goddamn thing.

Move, move, move! Get him moving!

We're taking too much fire!

This is where it gets good.

Out of the way! Get out of my fucking way!

Meet Andrew Keane.

The only son of the President-elect.

Get out of the way! Get out of my fucking way, dumb-ass!

Medic, get over here.

Captain Keane! Sir!

I don't get it.

He was trying to save their lives.

Okay, this is something the boys put together.

It's rough, but...

This is the truth. Okay?

This is the truth that no one wants to hear.

Men died. Buddies of mine died.

For nothing.

If you take a look at the casualties his battalion suffered...

40 dead, 87 wounded.

'Cause Andrew Keane only cared about his career

and how many ribbons he could pin on his chest,

and he didn't give a shit what he had to do to get them.

But he did three tours, right?

He must have taken some risks.

We'd gone to search a warehouse in Sadr City.

We had intel that it was a bomb factory.

We had just gotten out of the vehicles

when we got hit.

They were waiting for us.

- What happened? - We were pinned down.

Taking fire from RPGs, snipers.

So we returned fire.

Captain Keane, well, what did he do?

There was a lot of noise.

But he was there, right?

- You saw him? - Yes, sir.

So, what was he doing?

He ran past me. He was shouting.

He ran past you?

You mean that, what, he was running away?

Yeah, he was running, that's for sure.

Doesn't sound like a hero to me.

No, sir.

He was the opposite of a hero.

Then we wrap it all up with something like...

cowardice, it runs in the family.

Like I said, it's rough,

but I'm betting it'll put an end to her Gold-Star Mom routine.

Is this the only copy of the footage?

Yeah.

Good.

Run it again, would you?

This is the truth. Okay?

Astrid? Astrid!

Hey, Astrid!

Astrid!

Stupid.

Stupid.

You stayed.

Didn't have much of a choice.

All your neighbors flew south for the winter.

Where's my phone?

Car keys?

Yeah, hanging at the...

key thingamajiggy.

What are you doing?

Leaving.

Don't.

Your medication and identity papers are in your room.

Hey, listen, I...

I fucked up. I'm fucked up.

No shit.

Listen. I...

I chased the wrong man. The man with the...

I got the wrong...

That's it? That's your apology?

I'm sorry.

You punched me.

That was bad, I admit.

Hey, don't go!

Please.

I need you.

And I can't do this by myself.

Should have thought of that before.

I know, goddamn it!

Oh, you're mad, huh? You're gonna come at me again?

'Cause this time, it will end differently, I promise you.

No.

No, I'm not, but you go ahead.

I deserve it. Come on, give me your best shot.

For Christ's sake, Peter, what do you think you're doing?

Trying to convince you to give me another chance.

- Well, you won't. - No?

No, not like this, no.

So?

What now?

You tell me.

Are you going to be able to do this?

Live out here, make a life for yourself?

In truth, I don't know.

You're going to try?

Yeah.

You're different than you were.

You have to accept that.

You know, I keep hoping I'm not.

But I know I am.

Can't you stay?

I'm still here, aren't I?

Say something nice now, Peter.

This is the time.

You're my friend.

You came to take care of me. I see that now.

- Friend? - Yes.

Friend.

You idiot.

Don't you know anything?

Down!

Peter?

Peter? Peter, can you hear me?

It's just a graze. Come on, we have to go.

We have to go now.

There's a gun in the car. I'm going for it.

Astrid, no!

I...

It's okay, I'll be back.

Wait!

Stay!

Astrid, run!

No!

Astrid!

No!