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Previously on Homeland...

This video of my son is not political speech,

it is not someone's protected opinion.

But you are calling the men in the video liars?

Yes, I am.

And I'm calling on the media to do their jobs and check their facts.

I was elected by the people of this country to be their next president.

I will represent them.

You think you know better than me.

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

Don't go to war with your own national security establishment.

It's a war you won't win.

That kid is a gift.

You have one, right?

I fucked it up.

Hello?

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

Hi, sweetheart.

This is what I do.

Don't even say that.

- It's all I can do. - No.

Because there's nothing here. There never was.

Shut the fuck up!

I found this.

Toxic soldier? That's Quinn?

Supposedly.

Deep State, the usual stuff,

except that's not his main preoccupation.

What is?

Elizabeth Keane.

There was an incident with the president-elect.

Some demonstrators got out of hand, but she's okay.

We got reinforcements on the way.

What do you mean, reinforcements?

Carrie, I gotta call you back.

Wait. What reinforcements?

Quinn, you're okay.

Thank God you're okay!

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?

I was just starting to worry about you.

The traffic was impossible.

I finally had to get out of the cab and walk.

- My apologies. - Not at all.

Your guest is waiting for you.

- Thank you, Christopher. - This way.

Through here, just down the stairs.

I remember.

Hello, Elian.

This isn't even remotely funny, Dar.

It's not meant to be.

A little ironic maybe.

Ironic?

Considering how many times you've had me up to the Hill

to testify about enhanced interrogation techniques.

What are you talking about?

Have you lost your fucking mind? I'm a United States senator.

And I'll tell you now, as I told you then,

establishing trust, getting to know your prisoner

is ten times more effective than torture.

But since we know each other already, what choice do I have?

Hey. What are you doing? Where are you going? Come back here.

Actually, don't consider this an interrogation at all.

It's a reprimand.

For what?

Keeping me in the dark.

You, McClendon, the whole damn clown car of you.

Dar, no, don't!

You fuck! You fucking fuck!

The van, the evidence, everything gone in the explosion.

How many dead?

They're still searching the blast site for bodies now.

And George Pallis?

He was in the garage when the bomb went off.

Jesus.

Has the President-Elect been briefed?

Not yet. There was an incident with her motorcade.

Yeah, you said.

McClendon's meeting with the Secret Service as we speak.

McClendon?

General McClendon. They're reviewing extra protection procedures.

I don't understand. What does he have to do with this?

A team of Deltas are providing an additional layer of security.

Wait a minute. Are those the reinforcements you were talking about?

Yeah. Why?

Listen, I'm gonna call you back when I know more.

Do that.

That JSOC commander,

the one that staged operations out of his house,

what was his name again?

McClendon. Jamie McClendon.

- We have to go. We have to go right now. - Why?

I think I know where that special ops team is headed.

Where?

I'll tell you in the car. Come on.

Thank you.

The situation is fluid. Reports are still coming in from the field.

Any idea what the Solicitor General

was doing on the ground at the time of the explosion?

Apparently, an investigation of some kind was underway.

- When the bomb detonated? - Correct.

The residence was booby-trapped. That much is clear.

Worst case, it's an ISIS safe house.

For Christ's sake, keep your voice down.

It might even be where they made the truck bomb

that went off earlier this month.

General McClendon, it is my sworn duty

to protect the president-elect.

If you know something you're not telling me...

- I don't. - 'Cause my information tells me

Elizabeth Keane wasn't the target of that attack.

Mine too, but what just went down in Queens changes things.

How so?

We have to consider the possibility

there's another bomb out there.

What do you suggest we do, move her out of Manhattan?

'Cause she'd never go for that, not again.

- No? - No.

Plus, I don't want to face that mob out there twice in one day.

Then I suggest we start by clearing the street

and doing another sweep of the hotel.

Agreed.

Not my president! Not my president!

Not my president! Not my president!

God, I feel like a cigarette.

They were right, you know, Rob and Reiko,

about debating O'Keefe.

We were wrong.

You don't know that. It's too soon to tell.

I'm not sure that crowd down there would agree with you.

What you did took balls.

People like a president with balls.

Well, I guess it's better than being called a bitch.

You've sat down with a few presidents, I imagine.

Three or four.

Any of them face anything like I'm facing right now?

Not like this.

Not before they were sworn in.

Am I that scary? Me, Elizabeth Keane, gold star mom?

You are.

You're a bad dream.

A president of the United States

who can't be controlled from within.

What if I told you...

I'm not ready for this, any of it?

I'd say good.

You'd be crazy to feel ready.

What if the American people made a mistake?

I didn't.

Does it matter if I'm not so sure?

Thank you, Christopher.

The pasta was excellent. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

So...

Shall we end all this unpleasantness?

Anything. Just get me out of here.

Tell me what you know about Peter Quinn.

- Peter who? - Quinn.

Toxic Soldier.

For God's sake, Dar, please.

I swear I don't know what you're talking about,

I have no idea. I swear.

Easy now, Senator, don't squeeze your juice.

Let's take this one step at a time.

Not my president!

Holy shit!

Emmons mentioned a protest, but nothing like this.

Doesn't look like they're letting anybody through.

I'll be okay. I know her secret service guys.

Hey, text me when you're inside.

I will.

How about you? Where are you gonna be?

I'm gonna go around back, look for that team of deltas.

- Be careful, Quinn. - You too, Carrie.

Something coming, huh?

What?

With all the firepower.

Get behind the barricade.

Get him out of there, warm him up.

- McClendon. - It's me.

Sir. I'll take this.

What's on your mind?

Well, I've just had a very interesting conversation with Elian Coto.

What about?

Former member of our operations group, Peter Quinn.

Perhaps you remember him.

Sure. Pretty boy.

Hell of a warrior though. Rough, what happened to him in Berlin.

Apparently, he's developed a real hard-on for the President-Elect.

Has he?

Don't give me that horse shit.

You know damn well that's the story you're pushing out there.

Is the senator there with you? Put him on, I'd like to speak to him.

Too late, the orchestra's already played.

We're winning, God damn it. Keane's on the ropes.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

I'm not doing one thing, Dar.

Excuse me. What did you say?

You heard me, I'm not doing a thing.

Oh, is that right? It fucking better be.

I'm not denying it was discussed.

Just asking you to consider your source.

You think I'd give that oily fuck the time of day?

This isn't the time for wild speculation.

You're making some very serious charges.

I'm not speculating.

The house that just blew up in Queens, it's the same safehouse

McClendon's black ops teams have been staging out of for years.

- How do you know that? - Because my friend Peter Quinn

staged out of there himself, many times.

I was just with the general and he didn't say a word about it.

Of course not! We're not supposed to know.

But I was in that garage, Rob.

I saw Sekou Bah's van with my own eyes.

I also saw a squad leave there this morning.

And now, suddenly, there's a brand new team under McClendon's command

charged with protecting the President-Elect?

Look, I know how this sounds, believe me.

I hate even saying the words.

What about you, Saul? You've been awfully quiet. Is she right?

Sir, can I have a word?

We got multiple sources of credible bomb threat in the building,

in an interior wall right below this suite.

- Go. - Yes, sir.

Multiple intelligence sources are reporting

a credible threat against this hotel.

- What kind of a threat? - Bomb.

We're evacuating now as a precaution.

- It's happening. - Let's go.

Traffic control, we need a route

locked down from northern exits.

All units confirm please.

Unit one in position.

Unit two in position.

Unit three, standing by.

Unit four, give me two minutes.

Right behind them.

Get behind them when you're entering the garage.

Do you have eyes up on the ground? Over.

All right, folks, on your toes.

She's about to hit the garage.

What about the rest of my staff?

They're coming down the east stairwell, ma'am.

Gonna evacuate through the back entrance.

I can't leave without them.

Ma'am, my orders are to put you in this vehicle. Now, get in.

Okay, you and you are number one.

Mr. Emmons, you're number two with the decoy.

Quinn?

Shit. I can't hear you.

Quinn? Quinn, are you seeing this? They're evacuating the hotel.

Quinn?

This isn't Quinn, Carrie.

Dar?

What do you mean they're evacuating the hotel? What's going on?

Fuck you, Dar!

Listen to me, and listen very carefully.

The President-Elect's life is in danger.

Yeah, no shit. We're in the middle of a bomb threat here.

Carrie, under no circumstances

allow her motorcade to leave the hotel.

- Do you hear me? - Why not?

Because that hotel has been vetted for months.

Swept thoroughly and repeatedly. The bomb scare's a ruse

to get her out on the street.

Maybe you just want us to shelter in place

so you can bring the whole building down on our heads.

That's preposterous, and you know it.

You messed with me, you messed with my daughter.

You go to fucking hell!

Carrie, listen,

Peter Quinn.

Carrie. Come on, we're on the move.

You go ahead, I'm gonna ride with Keane.

You sure?

What about Quinn?

Is he there too, with you now?

I bet he is.

Think about it. Troubled vet, fugitive from the law.

Who better to take the fall

for killing the next president of the United States?

No, no, no! Wait! Stop!

Carrie, what are you doing? Get in the car.

No, no, no, wait.

- Carrie, put that down. - I think we're...

Go to black. We're black.

Where is she? Where's Keane?

She's fine. She's in the vehicle.

Come on. We have to get to cover.

Get up there, find out what the hell is happening. Quickly, ma'am, this way.

Close a six-block perimeter, look for secondary.

Copy that, sir.

P2, O'Massey, what's your position?

Just east of Park on 49th.

Did you have eyes on the event?

Yes, sir.

Was the PE in the second vehicle?

I believe so.

You believe so?

I saw Mr. Emmons in the passenger seat.

Protocol puts the PE with the Chief of Staff.

What's happened to the third vehicle?

I don't know. There wasn't one.

- Make sure. - Copy that.

This is P2. We've got a third vehicle down here.

Any sign of the President-Elect?

Negative. But it looks like somebody left in a hurry.

Fuck. Find and secure her. Do you copy?

Copy that.

Clear.

Sir, I thought you might want to see this.

- When was this taken? - Thirty seconds ago.

Ambulance is inbound.

Lexington Avenue team should have a visual shortly.

We're at black, Apple is down. Repeat, Apple is down.

Negative. Apple's with me. All units report...

No! Now they know she's alive.

All right, get to the back of the house.

I'll stay here and see what comes through that door.

- Go! They could be here any minute. - Agent Thoms... Okay.

Where's the President-Elect?

Who are you?

Alpha team. Where's the President-Elect?

Lower your weapons and put them on the floor.

Now!

Okay. Okay.

- Fuck. - Carrie.

Come on, come on.

What the hell are you doing?

Just hold on.

- Damn it. - What?

Communications are down. They're jamming all signals.

Who is?

The same people that detonated that bomb and just executed Agent Thoms.

Listen to me, Elizabeth,

we're in a kill zone now. Do you understand?

They missed you once, now they have to finish the job.

Which means either we stay here

and pray they don't find us or...

Let's get the fuck out of here.

I can't sit here doing nothing.

I'm so glad you said that.

- Carrie. - Quinn.

- Thank God. - Hurry, this way.

There's a small army on the streets. Snipers up,

and we don't know who's friendly.

Get on top of her.

Quinn.

Do what I say.

Base, vehicle's coming your way.

All units, target heading up the ramp.

You're cleared hot to engage.

Say again, sir, engage?

He tried to kill the President-Elect. Take him out.

What's happening?

Stay down.

Get back, get back!

- Oh, God. - Okay, you can get up now.

Are you all right?

Oh, my God.

I think so.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Peter Quinn.

Peter Quinn.

Stand back, please. Stand back.

Stand back from the vehicle.

Okay, Brett, you're on in

three, two, one.

Today, I don't even feel worthy of being here.

Today my soul is in crisis.

I have failed you and I have failed myself.

Thirty-four days since she became president.

Thirty-four days since the first inauguration in the history

of our country to ever have been held behind closed doors.

Did she swear to protect and defend the constitution?

Did she even put her hand on a Bible?

Hell if I know. Hell if anybody knows.

What we do know is that

everything she said she would do was a lie.

Repeal the Patriot Act? Well, she's expanded it.

Restore the rule of law. What rule of law?

Right now, there are 16

government officials,

including a United States senator

sitting in a military jail,

without so much as an explanation.

Okay, she survived an assassination attempt.

I get that. So did Ronald Reagan.

Did he call out army cavalry units to protect him?

Did he refuse to comply,

openly refuse to comply with court orders?

To those who say we are headed for a constitutional crisis,

I say this, we are not headed for a constitutional crisis.

What we are headed for is civil war.

Look, I'm not a legal scholar.

I'm here as a liaison to the intelligence community

in this very difficult period.

But they've subpoenaed the personnel files

of everybody in my department.

Yes. The investigation has broad powers

under the amended provisions of the Patriot Act.

That's a far cry from compiling an enemies list, Rachel.

Is it?

Step into the President's shoes for a minute.

Doesn't she have a right to know

how deep and wide this conspiracy went?

Don't the American people?

Listen, Carrie, we all appreciate

your inviting us here and taking our questions.

I just wish it were the President herself.

Now she's refusing to do more than one briefing a week.

Fair point.

She's gonna have to start trusting some of us again,

for the good of the country.

I'll bring it up with her.

Yeah, it's... It's a process.

Still don't know what to tell my staff.

Half of them are expecting to be fired or arrested any minute.

Tell them they won't be.

Tell them to stop listening to Brett O'Keefe.

Look, most of you know me.

We've all worked together.

I won't lie to you. There are reforms coming down the pike.

But no purges or loyalty oaths

or one-way tickets to the Gulag.

You have my personal assurance on that.

And the assurance of the president of the United States.

Hey, slow down. What's the rush?

I'm late for the President.

She can wait a few minutes.

Come on, Carrie. Make some time for an old friend.

Happy to. How about we meet up after work at the Hay-Adams?

How about we do it now? That way you won't cancel on me again.

- I swear I'm not avoiding you, Saul. - Okay.

But we haven't spoken since Peter Quinn's memorial.

That hardly qualified as a conversation.

I wasn't doing too much talking that day.

I noticed.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you knew him better than anybody.

Guess I was expecting you to get up, say a few words.

Well, maybe I didn't know him as well as you think.

I wasn't judging you, Carrie.

Sure sounded like it.

The worst happened,

Quinn died.

You're still out there going a million miles an hour.

You will hit a wall.

I'm fine.

Damn it.

I'm worried about you.

Well, maybe I don't like the idea

of you worrying about me anymore.

You can go right in.

- Carrie. - Madam President.

David and I were just speaking about you.

In glowing terms.

How'd it go?

Okay. I think I calmed the herd.

Good. Maybe now they'll stop leaking to the fucking press.

Not many people in that room voted for us, I'll give you that.

But nobody in there was responsible for those leaks.

How can you be sure?

Because I've known them forever.

Because as corny as it sounds,

what they care about most is their country.

And because they hate the press more than you do.

See? What was I just saying?

She never tells you what you want to hear.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

Give us a minute, will you?

Carrie.

Please.

I will come right to the point.

How would you feel about making our arrangement permanent?

How would I feel?

An official title, senior advisor to the president,

and an office in the West Wing.

It would be the greatest honor of my career.

I know you had your concerns about even coming on temporarily.

I did, yeah.

Can we agree to put those aside?

As a matter of fact, I'm on a train tonight

to meet with Franny's case worker in the morning.

Home visit, they call it.

Well, that sounds encouraging.

I'd have to consult with her first

before moving to Washington full time.

Of course.

Before you go, take a look at something for me, will you?

Sure.

It's a Pentagon plan to permanently base a 5,000 strong combat brigade

and two raptor squadrons in the Baltic States.

Unfortunately, it can't leave this room.

You're gonna have to read it here.

I think I can manage that.

Thank you.

Well...

You look like shit.

Apparently there's some debate as to whether I'm allowed a razor.

Or visitors.

I've been trying to get in here for weeks.

You haven't missed much.

How are you?

Every day, the same bloody questions over and over.

As if I'm withholding names.

As if there were hundreds of us. Really.

What can you do with asses like that?

I wish you'd given me a chance to talk you out of it.

Why didn't you?

I knew your arguments already, Saul.

I didn't need to hear them again.

Believe me,

it was never my intention for things to turn so dark.

Ultimately, I lost control of what I set in motion.

You remember what Graham Greene said, don't you?

- About what? - The secret services.

That they're the only real measure

of a nation's political health...

The one true expression of its subconscious.

God help us all.

What I did was unforgivable, Saul.

But I'm not sure it was wrong.

There's something off about her,

the President, I mean.

I know, I've said it before.

There's something dogmatic and dangerous,

something distinctly un-American.

Anyway,

another lesson learned in a long life of lessons.

Tell me, is there anything I can do for you?

Actually, yes.

There's a young teaching fellow in GW.

In the classics department,

if you can believe such a thing still exists.

I know he'd appreciate some news of me.

Of course.

Here.

Give me his name and number.

Accentuate the positive if you would, Saul.

I'll try to think of something.

Hello, Carrie.

Max.

We have to talk.

You're drunk. Shit. Come in.

What they're doing, it's a fucking disgrace.

They're making him out to be some kind of stupid action hero.

Not now, okay?

We'll talk about this later.

- No, not later. - I can't.

Go downstairs.

And don't make a sound.

Do you hear me? I mean it. Not a sound. It's important.

Yes. Shh. Now go.

- Hi. - Hey.

- Come in. - Oh, thanks.

Can I get you something? Coffee, tea?

No, thank you. I'm fine.

So, where do you want to start?

How about Franny's room?

Upstairs.

That's quite a collection.

Her favorite's with her, at the other place, Hop.

- Hop? - Her rabbit.

Oh, right. Cute.

- And where's your room? - Right next door, just through here.

There's a place for you to sign here,

acknowledging that you completed the home report.

- Did I pass? - With flying colors.

And how soon can we ask for another court date?

- Right away. - Really?

Great.

Well, I guess that's it.

Here, I'll show you out.

Thanks.

- There is one more thing. - What's that?

I've been offered a job back in Washington.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

It's just I wanna make sure leaving New York

doesn't affect my chances of getting her back.

Well, I don't see why it would.

We don't punish parents for being employed.

What kind of job is it?

Oh, don't worry, I'm not going back

to the agency or anything like that.

I'm not saying you shouldn't. I'm just curious.

It's administrative.

Mostly meetings and phone calls.

I'll have plenty of time for Franny.

I'm sure you will. I'll let the judge know.

Awesome.

I'll be in touch.

Max?

Max?

Oh, Carrie.

- Carrie. - Saul?

I swear I was just about to call you.

Carrie, shut up and look.

You getting this?

- Mr. Berenson? - What's going on?

Step out of the vehicle, please.

Crocker and Cross were detained this morning.

They're making arrests all over Washington.

Sir, step out of the vehicle.

You gotta talk to her, Carrie. Stop this insanity.

Mr. Berenson, you are under arrest.

Open the door and step out!

Saul.

Open the fucking door!

From dozens of arrests made in connection

with the assassination attempt on the president earlier this month.

What the fuck?

According to David Wellington,

the president's Chief of Staff,

those arrested included officials

from all branches of government,

including the Department of Defense, State

and the Central Intelligence Agency.

Today, the President is sending

a clear message to the American people.

That our democracy is strong and resilient,

and that we will do whatever it takes to defend it.

Nobody in this country is above the law.

Nobody.

Office of the President.

It's Carrie Mathison.

Hello, Ms. Mathison.

I need to speak to the President.

She's in a meeting, not to be disturbed.

Then connect me to David Wellington.

Same meeting.

Have him call me back as soon as he gets out.

I will.

Okay, okay. Don't be upset.

Don't be upset? I've been trying to reach you all afternoon.

- What the hell is going on? - Come on, Carrie.

This can't come as a total surprise.

- What are you talking about? - You must've known that...

Saul Berenson was dragged out of his car this morning.

First of all, that's an exaggeration. He was detained.

I saw it happen, David. We were FaceTiming.

And no, I wasn't aware we were about to go full on Joe Stalin.

Listen. Everybody detained today

was connected to the conspiracy.

Detained? Why do you keep saying detained?

They were arrested.

And without legal authority, as far as I can tell.

Point of fact, we have two memoranda

from the Justice Department right here.

And how is Saul Berenson connected?

He almost died in the bombing.

There's evidence of his complicity.

Where? What evidence?

The NSA's made its meta databases available to us.

The NSA?

He had multiple contacts with each of the core conspirators.

Yeah, of course he did. In the context of his job.

We'll see. We're in the process

of evaluating those conversations now.

David, you sent me out there

to personally assure people this would never happen.

You used me.

Yes, we did. And for good reason.

Yeah, to provide cover for a political house cleaning.

This has nothing to do with a conspiracy.

This is payback, pure and simple.

- You're wrong. - I don't think so.

And I don't think the President will either.

Slow down, ma'am. Where are you going?

To see the President.

Ronald, I need to see the President.

- She's not available. - It's urgent.

Ma'am, we've been ordered to escort you out of the building.

Ordered? By who?

Mr. Wellington.

Does the President know?

Madam President!

Madam President, I need to talk to you. It's important.

Can you hear me?

Innocent people are being arrested in your name!

You have to stop it, please!

Do not let them do this. You cannot let them do this.

Madam President, please.

You have to put a stop to this.

Please. Madam President!

Hey! I'm fine.