All language subtitles for Homeland.S06E10.BDRip.x264-REWARD

Previously on Homeland...

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

I applied for a job.

It's where Conlan called you from
just before he was killed.

So, these sock puppets,
they're just a bunch of fake users

with online lives
that you manage?

Didn't O'Keefe
tell you anything?

George Pallis,
meet Carrie Mathison.

An affidavit from you
about what happened in Berlin.

That's how we get Dar.

I also said I was
uneasy about doing that

because it would be
a problem for Saul.

Everything I've done,

my entire career
will be wiped out.

All anyone will
remember is that.

Carrie,
this is Christine Lonas.

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

Franny will remain
in foster care

- until more information is provided...
- No.

in further proceedings.
This session is adjourned.

All I can do is comply
with the court order.

Hope to God I can convince the judge
I'm a changed woman.

You've been a approved for
a visit with your daughter.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Down!

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

Astrid, no!

I...

Astrid!

No!

The guy you sent,
where is he?

I would never hurt you.

He was just in my house,
you fucking moron.

- What?
- In my house.

Looking for you.

I can't believe you called me
on an open line.

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?

Turn left.

Destination is on your right.

You have arrived
at your destination.

- Coffee?
- Please.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

There you go, hon.
Let me know when you're ready.

Thank you.

Hey, I know you.

Yeah, right.

No, I...

I know you.

Johnny?

Is that you?

- Nicky.
- Nicky.

Oh, my God.
Hold on one second.

Johnny!

God, I swear I didn't
even recognize you.

It's been a while.

Yeah, you could
say that again.

How...
How you been?

Good.

Good.

And how's...
How's Sean and Dario?

They haven't been in here either.
Not for the longest time.

I don't know.
I'm not in...

- Anymore.
- No?

Well, it has not been the same
around here without you guys.

This latest crew
is the worst.

- Yeah?
- Oh, yeah.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm just getting older.

No, no, look, see,
I even got married.

Yeah, and not to a soldier,
if you can believe that.

Good thinking.

Thanks.

Hey, did you work
here last night?

Day off.

What about her?

Same.

Why?

Nothing. I was supposed
to meet a guy.

Hey, Johnny,
are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

I mean, if there is
ever anything...

I said I'm fine.

It was really great
seeing you again.

Yeah. You too.

Come on.

Where is it?

Hundreds of employees creating
tens of thousands of fake users,

each with personal histories,
supporting details,

multiple cyber presences.

What do you
call them again?

Sock puppets.

I've heard rumors of social media
boiler rooms like this

in Russia and in China,
but not here.

And definitely not
on this scale.

- Interesting.
- It is interesting.

And you should be
paying attention.

I can't right now, Max.
The car will be here any minute.

I'm going straight from my deposition
to see Franny at Child Services.

Toss me Hop, would you?

- Hop?
- The rabbit there in the bureau.

Listen to me, Carrie.

Somebody is paying O'Keefe
a shitload of money

to build a massive
domestic propaganda machine.

And if this somebody is DoD,
or NSA, or Dar Adal,

- he's breaking about 10 federal laws.
- I'm aware.

Plus, this isn't just about fake news
and manipulating public opinion.

It's about stifling dissent.

Okay, okay, I hear you.

Do me a favor then.
Don't go there today.

Why not?

One, it's too dangerous.

Look what happened to Conlin.

And two?

After this afternoon,
it might be moot anyway.

If this is Dar Adal,

I'm about to bring the roof
down on his head.

I got to run.

Shit.

Saul Berenson
to see Pesach.

Pesach's not here.

Pesach's abroad.

Come on, everybody out.
Take a break.

Check if you want.

It's all there?

All there.
There's something else.

Something else?

In case he wasn't here.

You can't
fall off the middle.

That's with our compliments.

Tell Pesach, Mazel.

When he gets back
from Kinshasa.

Tell him I miss
our morning walks.

- Here we are.
- Do I need to sign anything?

It's all taken care of.

If you ever need a driver...

- Thanks.
- I'm usually around.

Got a bunch of accounts
in your neighborhood.

- Miss Mathison.
- Yeah?

You might want to confirm
your three o' clock.

What?

At Children's Services,
to see your daughter.

How do you know about that?

Hey! Who the fuck are you?

Administration
for Children's Services.

Hi. May I please speak
to Christine Lonas?

May I ask
who's calling?

Carrie Mathison. I have a three o'clock
appointment with her.

Okay. Hold on
while I transfer your call.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll hold.

Carrie, I was
just about to call.

Nothing to worry about, but
Franny's on her way to the doctor.

Why? What happened?

Woke up this morning with
a bit of a fever and a sore throat.

What do you mean,
a bit of a fever?

102.

A cough?

I don't think so, no.

Well, make sure 'cause she had a bout
of pneumonia in Berlin.

Good to know. I will.

But it does look like we're gonna
have to postpone the visitation.

What? Why?

It's standard procedure
until she feels better.

Look, I know
you're disappointed,

but I promise I'll reschedule
this as soon as possible.

When?

I will know more after I speak
to the doctor, okay?

Okay. Christine?

Yes?

Nothing. Thank you.

Hold on. Cancel the panic.

She's here.

Sorry I'm late.

No worries.

Come on in.
We're all set to go.

Hey, Rob.

Was it you guys who sent
the car for me this morning?

No, not us. Why?

No reason.

Carrie, hello.

Sir.

Please sit.

You don't mind
if we jump right in?

I'll start by asking you a few general
questions about your career at the CIA,

then I'll ease into
a conversation about Berlin,

how it was you
who discovered

a Russian agent had infiltrated
the station there, and how

Dar Adal and Saul Berenson
went about covering that up.

Mr. Pallis, I know this is
gonna sound strange,

but did DOJ order a car
for me this morning?

I have no idea.

I don't think so.

Well, somebody did.

My assistant got a call
this morning to expect a car.

I certainly
didn't request one.

Okay.

Good morning,
we're on the record.

This is the video deposition
of Carrie Ann Mathison.

The deposition is taking
place in boardroom A

of the Andrew Hayes Federal Building
in New York City at 11:21 a.m.

My name is Steve Beverly.

I'm the videographer
with Manhattan Legal Support.

Also present is Robert Emmons,
Chief of Staff for the President-elect.

And George Pallis, the Solicitor
General of the United States.

I will now swear
in the witness.

Miss Mathison, do you affirm
you will testify to the truth

to the best of your ability,
or swear to it, so help you God?

I can't do this.

Excuse me?

- I'm changing my mind.
- Hey. Hey.

Carrie, what the hell?
Talk to me.

You heard me.
I changed my mind.

What's going on?

Huh? Tell me.

- I can't say.
- Can't or won't?

- Both.
- What am I supposed to tell Keane?

That my kid is sick.

They still won't
let me see her.

Hello?

Tell Dar Adal he wins.
Now I want to see my daughter.

Hello?

What do you mean,
she flaked?

Showed up
for the deposition,

then suddenly changed her mind
about the whole thing.

- No explanation?
- None.

Just walked out
right after she was sworn in.

Can't say
I'm entirely surprised.

She was wobbly on the idea
from the get-go.

Well, then this won't come as
a galloping shock either.

What won't?

I've got Dar Adal
waiting outside,

unscheduled.

- Coincidence?
- What do you think?

So he found out
about the deposition somehow,

and got to Carrie before
she could go on the record.

It is what he does.

Where does this leave us,
George?

I was just
thinking about that.

We're down to Saul Berenson,

that is if you're willing to offer him
a deal in exchange for his testimony.

More than willing.
Is there a legal basis for it?

As long as you go through
proper channels of Justice,

the National
Security Division,

in that case, FBI Counterintelligence
would make the first approach to Saul.

Think he'll go for it?

If he believes the alternative
is arrest and prosecution.

Start the process.

- You'll coordinate, Rob?
- Yes, ma'am.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Send in Mr. Adal.

Madam President-elect.

Thank you, Agent Thoms.

What happened to your face?

It's a... It's a fight.

Believe it or not,
with an old friend.

He thought I was responsible for
something I had nothing to do with.

Really?

It happens.

So what do you want?

I wasn't satisfied with the way
our meeting went yesterday.

I felt you weren't either.
And so,

those names you requested for
cabinet positions, I have them now.

Because this

friction between us,

it has to end.

And you think this would help
end the friction?

I know it would.

Three candidates I would never
consider for any position, at any time.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You can't really have expected
anything different.

Actually, I did.

And I'd ask you to reconsider.
Advise you to.

So this is your
idea of advice?

Does it really matter
what we call it?

Not if we're both clear
on what's really going on.

You think you know
better than me.

When it comes to the defense
of this country, I'm certain I do.

Oh, you're certain?

I've been at this
a very long time.

At what?

What is it you think
you have been at exactly?

No, I really want to know.

Keeping America safe.

I see.

And this qualifies,
in your opinion?

What does?

Feeding me bad intelligence,

leaking false reports
to the press,

coercing me
into cabinet choices

antithetical to the policy
goals that got me elected.

Seriously, where do you
see this going?

Do I come around
to your point of view?

Do I give up, roll over?

Do you see me resigning?

I am the next president
of the United States.

Sixty million people
voted for me.

Who the hell voted for you?

- Nobody.
- That's right.

But I have
a constituency too.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means don't go to war with your
own national security establishment.

Are you threatening me now?

I'm telling you,
it's a war you won't win.

Two-hundred and fifty years of movement
toward the light in this country,

towards justice.

Say what you want, call me naive,
but I believe in that light.

And I will not be held hostage
by you or anybody else.

I'm afraid you're taking
this personally, Madam.

You're goddamn right I am.

I'm sorry if I upset you.

In the future, in case you're
wondering, this moment,

right now,

is when I decided
to put your ass in jail.

Good day.

- Hello.
- It's me.

- Well?
- Apparently

my powers of persuasion
aren't what they used to be.

Time to weaponize
some information.

I'm afraid so.

Told you, nobody home.

Guess not.

I did what you said.

Hey.

Next time, you ask
for half up front.

No! No!

You fucking asshole.

About fucking time.

You're assholes,
all of you.

Grab yourself a beer
and let's get started.

Those of you with families
won't be going home tonight,

those of you with hot dates,
consider them iced.

The bus is coming
for us in 90.

Sorry for the late notice, gentlemen,
but intel just found us some shitheads.

- Who?
- Al-Shabaab this time.

Fuckers killed eight of ours.
Well, now they're fucked.

Yo, Quinn, catch.

Come on,
give me a break.

Shut that thing off.

This sucks.

I cooked last night.

And it was shit.

Says who?

Says me.

- Hello.
- Carrie, hi.

It's Christine Lonas.

Did you hear from the doctor?

I did, and let me just apologize
right off the bat

for worrying you
unnecessarily.

What do you mean?

Well, it turns out it wasn't
Franny who was sick, after all.

It was another
girl at the home.

I see.

My supervisor took the call
early this morning.

It was an honest mistake.

I see.

Anyway, the good news is we can keep
our appointment as scheduled

if that's still
good for you.

Carrie?

Yes. Yes, I'll be there.
And thank you.

May we?

Could we have some
privacy, please?

I'm sure you can
guess why I'm here.

My deposition, you want to know
why I didn't go through with it.

Yes, though, honestly,
I might have some idea.

- My priorities shifted.
- Really?

Well, let me tell you
what happened to me today

just about the same time
your priorities were shifting.

Dar Adal paid me a surprise visit
with three candidates for my cabinet,

Mercer, Westlake
and Stewart.

Glen Aulin Stewart actually signed
a letter during the campaign,

saying I was unfit
to be commander-in-chief.

So, I have to ask,

what would embolden Dar Adal to make
such an extreme recommendation?

And why now?

I have no idea.

Come on, Carrie.
You know exactly why.

He found out you were advising me
and he got to you.

Just like he got
to Majid Javadi before.

Tell me what he's holding
over your head.

Is it your daughter?

You asked me
about that situation.

And you said
you couldn't get involved.

So it is your daughter.

- No.
- Don't lie to me.

Then don't ask me questions
you know I can't answer.

And don't show up here
with a platoon of armed men,

and tell yourself you're not
trying to strong-arm me too.

Now, I was just leaving.

So that's it?
This is all fine with you?

- He gets a free pass?
- My daughter is waiting.

A man you said was responsible for
the brutal murder of your client

and the execution
of an FBI agent.

- I have to go.
- Carrie.

I can't.

Mrs. Berenson?

That's right.

A man left this message for you.
He said he's very sorry.

Thank you.

My apologies, Mira.
It's an emergency.

And I need to be absolutely
certain of a private meeting.

If you can find it in your heart,
please follow the directions below.

You were always curious
about my work.

Well, this is called
paper chasing.

Please pay the bill and leave
the cafe immediately,

turning right
and onto 77th Street.

Midway down the block
cross the street.

At the corner
of Central Park West,

a silver Range Rover
will pull up beside you.

Get in.

Inside, quickly.

Take the elevator,
number 16A.

What the hell, Saul?

Is the world coming to an end
or something?

What's going on?

I have to leave suddenly.

You won't be seeing me
for a while.

Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to.
It's been almost two years.

I meant for good.

I'm in trouble.
I have to disappear.

What kind of trouble?

Doesn't matter.

What matters is they'll
come looking for me.

They'll come knocking
on your door first.

Who's they, if you don't
mind me asking?

Counterintelligence.

They'll find you,
they always do.

Not if you don't tell them
where I am.

If I can get to Athens,
and I think I can,

only you and Father Matsoukas
know about the rectory.

The rectory? Of course.

And here I thought
all these years

that it would be our little
hideaway in the Greek islands.

Let's not do that, Mira.

Please.

So should I just keep my mouth shut?
Is that it?

Most likely, they'll send
someone you know.

Harry Tenzer, Leo Traunfeld.

They'll play nice at first.
They'll have a story.

What do you mean?

I've gone off on vacation
somewhere off the grid,

they need to reach me
immediately.

Do I have a favorite place I like to go,
somewhere I've always dreamed of going?

And then it'll get uglier.

- Uglier?
- The less you tell them.

They'll call me a traitor.

Want to know if I ever talked of
going over to the other side,

selling secrets
to the highest bidder.

For Christ sakes,
that's absurd, Saul.

Harry and Leo? I could never
believe that. No one would.

What's really going on?

I told you
it doesn't matter.

I follow the news
and I can read between the lines.

This is about the President-elect,
isn't it?

It's related.

The intelligence community
hates her.

And you're caught
in the middle.

I must say I'm impressed.

Don't be. I was married to you
for 27 years, I know how you operate.

What I don't understand
is why you have to run.

Because she's the one
asking me to fall on my sword.

- Elizabeth Keane is?
- Yes.

Honestly, Saul,
none of this sounds like you.

You're not just gonna pack up
and leave her to the wolves.

You don't understand.

- If I stay...
- What?

You'll go to prison?

Probably cut a deal.

But I'll be humiliated.

Publicly.

When has that ever made the slightest
bit of fucking difference to you?

How are we doing?

Shouldn't be too much longer.
She's on her way.

And Miss Lonas
is coming too?

- Is that that caseworker?
- Yes.

Then, yes. She'll be
supervising the visit,

and there's a play room
in the back.

Thanks.

What's that?

It's disgusting
if you ask me.

Now, they're after her son.

Who is?

It's all over the news
and the internet. Here.

He died in action.

See for yourself.

He won a Silver Star.
He was an American hero.

That was the reputation,
this is the truth.

He got other guys to take the risk
while he stayed safe.

Andrew Keane lost more men than
any other commander during the surge.

Buddies of mine
died for nothing.

So what really happened the night
Captain Keane died?

Mommy!

Hi!

Hi, sweetheart.

We'd gone to search
a warehouse.

We had intel it was
a bomb factory.

We got hit, we were pinned down,
taking fire.

And what did
Captain Keane do?

He ran past me.
He was shouting.

Out of the way! Get out of the way!
Out of the way!

Some men run
towards the fight.

Andrew Keane just ran away.

Cowardice runs in the family.

Dar Adal's handiwork.

- You don't know that.
- Of course I do.

He was just in here,
threatening this very thing.

I want it taken down.

Taken down? How?
You can't just take that down.

- What she means is...
- What I mean is dealt with.

Over a million views
on YouTube,

all over cable news.

We have to respond.

Did anyone hear me?

Reiko, how do we respond?

All respect, ma'am,
I wouldn't address it directly.

It's a lie, a dirty,
disgusting lie.

A lie that half the country
wants to believe.

The truth won't put
a dent in that.

So you say do nothing?

Not nothing.

Change the subject.

And you agree?

Absolutely.

That is my son they are
dragging through the mud!

I want a press conference first thing
in the morning. See to it.

Yes, ma'am.

It's gone crazy.

Organic views are through the roof,
earned views are even better.

Keyword searches are up,
the trolls can't get enough.

Oh, all good.

It never ceases to amaze me
what people respond to.

I mean, they hate this kid
out there in the real world.

Andrew Keane gave his life
for his country, and they hate him.

Why do you think that is?

Well, it could be
nepotism, right?

Senator mom gets him
his rank, his medal.

Maybe people resent that.

Or could be
the stolen valor angle.

That's what we're pushing, saying
he's a military hero when he's not.

People despise that.

Especially people who've never been
near a battlefield themselves.

So, which was it?

It wasn't either
of those things.

Over a million views, and you know what
the most common complaint is, by far?

I can't imagine.

He looks like a pussy.

And you know what?

As always,
the people are right.

Anyway, let me get you
those talking points.

'Cause tomorrow,

we hit her even harder.

Here you go,
talking points for tomorrow.

What's this?

Work in progress,
not ready yet.

Plenty of other stuff to show you
though, if you're interested.

- Yeah, I'm interested.
- Okay.

All right, so...

- Hey, watch it.
- Sorry. Sorry.

- You're Carrie.
- Who are you?

Clarice.

Well, I guess he didn't
talk about me much. Here.

- What's this?
- Just press play.

Carrie, it's Quinn.
This is Clarice.

You can trust her.

She will bring you to me.
It's important.

Where did you get this?

MetroPCS.

The video.

Where do you think I got it?
We just shot it, me and Peter did.

When?

Just now, like an hour ago.

At Bellevue?

No, honey, in Queens.

That's impossible.
He's under arrest.

Honey, you're way confused.

Can I get my phone back?

Thanks.

So, are we going or what?

Mr. Piotrowski.

Yes?

Mr. Piotrowski, did you bring
a phone onto this floor?

I don't think so.

Check him.

Come with us, please.

Thanks.

Carrie, you home?

Answer the door!

Carrie!

Carrie.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hi, it's Carrie Mathison.
Leave a message.

Carrie, it's me again.
Answer your damn phone.

Don't be surprised to find me standing
in your kitchen when you get home.

'Cause that's where I am.

We need to talk.

Mira set me straight
on a few things.

Call me back.

Call me back. Call me back.

- Hey, watch it.
- Sorry.

He got other guys to take the risk
while he stayed safe.

Andrew Keane lost more men than any
other commander during the surge.

Buddies of mine died
for nothing.

So, what really happened the night
Captain Keane died?

We'd gone to search
a warehouse...

Maybe you should
get some rest.

Look at what
I've done to him.

You didn't do this.

I did.

I knew that talking about him in public
would be a mistake. I knew it.

I knew that if I so much as mentioned
his name, something bad would happen.

And so I didn't,
and for 10 years he was safe.

His memory was with me alone.

And then I opened
my big, fat mouth.

Look at him, Rob.

This was it,

the last few seconds
of his life.

No one should be allowed
to see this. No one.

Have these people
no fucking shame?

Okay, let's go.

Yep.

- Is this it?
- Yeah.

The house is being remodeled.

He's on the second floor.

Quinn?
What are you doing?

Kill the light.

Look.

What am I looking at?

Oh, my God.

That's him, Carrie.

The man who
has watched you...

Put the bomb in the van.