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Air and naval forces
of the United States...

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities.

Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

He has sanctioned acts of terror
in Africa, Europe and the Middle East.

This will not stand,
this aggression against Kuwait.

His relentless pursuit of terror.

- We will make no distinction...
- The U.S.S. Cole was attacked while refueling...

This was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable and cowardly act.

The next number we're gonna play
for you is one of the good ol' favorites.

Until something stops him.

I'm just making sure
we don't get hit again.

We got a plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

Thousands of people running...

We must, and we will...

remain vigilant at home and abroad.

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck.
I missed something once before.

I won't...
I can't let that happen again.

It was 10 years ago.
Everyone missed something that day.

Yeah, everyone is not me.

Once you've got to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

What were his exact words?

An American prisoner of war
has been turned.

I'm an American.

If he is a terrorist...

we need eyes and ears on Brody
from the minute he steps off that plane.

Out of the question.

- How long before you're set up?
- Feed will be live...

by the time Sergeant Brody
gets back to his house.

Hello, Big Brother.

We're ready for you,
Sergeant Brody. Your debriefing.

I want to call my wife first.

Jessica? It's me.

Nice to meet you.

Hug him, Chris.

Thank you, Mr. Vice President.

I want to say thank you to my family...

for their strength in my absence.

Three days ago we were
about to tell your kids.

He's my husband, Mike.

Abu Nazir?

Was he ever present during
any of your interrogations?

No.

I didn't think that this was any of my
business. Now I'm thinking that it is.

Just tell me I'm not out here risking
federal prison on behalf of a crazy person.

You know,
maybe it is all in my head...

but you're in it now, Virgil,
up to your fucking neck.

You think for one minute
you get away with this?

- I thought that once I had some proof...
- Do you have any...

even suggesting that Sergeant Brody's
what you think he is.

- No.
- Then get a lawyer.

I missed something once before.

I won't...
I can't let that happen again.

It was 10 years ago.
Everyone missed something that day.

It's a pattern.

Okay, do you... do you see?

He's making contact, Saul.
He's sending a message to somebody.

A handler, a sleeper cell, somebody.

- So am I still going to jail?
- Not just yet.

Hey.
You want some coffee?

Dana, Chris, come on.
We're gonna be late.

Coming.

First day at work
and they're gonna make me late.

- You want some eggs before I go?
- Hey.

Hey, slow down.

Mom, I can't find my socks.

Sausage.
I think we have sausage.

Happened again, didn't it?

Look in the dryer.

Dana, can you please help him?

Yeah, I'll help the baby
find his socks.

Around 4:00 a.m. this morning.

You were yelling something
that sounded like Arabic over and over.

You grabbed my arm, really hard.

You wouldn't let go.

Jesus.

Go on, show me.

Hey, Mom, Dad.

They're still out there.

Do they stay out there all night,
even when we're sleeping?

- Forgot to flush again, you little douche.
- Dana, language.

Douche is not a bad word.

Don't answer that.

Hello?

It's CBS News.

- Third time this week.
- Tell 'em I'm not here.

He says he's not here.

Hey, I thought
you didn't want to be late.

I don't know.
Maybe I should take another day off.

Hey, all those years
on my own, Jess.

I think I can handle one more day.

All right? Go on.
Get out of here.

All right. Come on, you guys.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello!

Hello!

- There he is.
- Brody, how does it feel to be free?

Is it true you're gonna reenlist?
Are you going to reenlist?

Would you ever go back
out there, Sergeant?

Are you going to reenlist?

I've been going over Brody's
finger tapping with the crypto team...

and I hate to say it, Saul,
but there's little if any...

repeat pattern combination.

Not even a quadratic basis
to work with here.

I'll keep trying
as long as you need...

but there's nothing definitive
one way or the other yet.

Keep lookin'.

I want to leave no stone
unturned on this.

We'll talk later.

What do you think?

Oh, definitely an original...

by one of the preeminent
Dutch painters of his time.

Relatively recent acquisition,
if I'm not mistaken.

By an artist who, as it turns out...

was not only Dutch but also Jewish.

In a club with no Jewish members.

That was your point, wasn't it?

How do you take it?

Your Honor...

I'm not asking for anything
that hasn't been granted...

many thousands of times over
in the last 10 years.

A surveillance warrant on an unspecified
subject on American soil.

If this were a standard request,
you'd go through standard procedure, Saul.

Well, in this case...

I don't have time for a government lawyer
to petition the court.

So you're asking me to issue
a FISA warrant directly to...

What is it exactly you do
at Langley these days?

Among other things,
pay house calls...

to those I'd prefer
not to have to...

Strong-arm?

Disturb.

Are you ever gonna let me
off your hook, Saul?

Well...

we both know you're far too fine
a judge for that, Jeffrey.

Can we at least act like
this is about the law...

rather than a brief moment
of weakness in my past?

This is absolutely
about the law, Your Honor.

Shit.

Hey, Maggie, it's me.

Sorry I haven't called in a while.
I've been slammed.

Thought I'd come see you guys
tomorrow night, if that's good with you.

Call me back. Let me know.
Thanks. Bye.

I've got a doorbell, you know.

You really think you still
have a right to privacy with all this?

My God. Look at this place.

It's broken...

your doorbell.

What's that?

This gives you four weeks.

You got a warrant?
A FISA warrant? We're legal now?

Legal-ish...

but far from official,
and certainly not Estes-proof.

Be very careful not to mistake this
for a stamp of approval...

or sanction from me for you to wage
some sort of personal war.

Eyes on Brody makes complete sense.

It's exactly what you'd have done
in my shoes, Saul.

No, it is not.

You lied to me about it, Carrie.

Then right here in this room,
when I called you on it...

I know what I did.

And I know it was wrong
and insulting.

Insulting.

That barely scratches
the surface of what that was.

Four weeks, Carrie.
Not a second longer.

I want to show you something.

He has nightmares
where he repeatedly...

begs someone to kill him,
in Arabic.

He's too ashamed or scared
or both...

to face the press outside his house
or take calls from the TV news...

so what does he do?

He finds shelter
in the corner of the bedroom...

where he hasn't moved in
over five hours.

All of which makes complete sense
after eight years of captivity.

But what if it's more than that?

If Brody had really
been turned, as you say...

you know what he'd
more likely be doing by now?

Talking to the press outside his house,
doing TV interviews...

playing the hero card
for every penny it's worth.

Maybe it's not that simple for him.

Get some sleep, Carrie.

No one said becoming
a terrorist was easy, Saul.

If you'd been taken prisoner...

tortured for God knows how long...

and somehow finally been turned...

then, one day, you come home,
and suddenly it's real, it's on.

That's one interpretation,
but that's all it is at the moment.

Clean your apartment.

And eat some real food.

Raised in Colorado Springs.

Attended B.Y.U.

Interests....
finance, travel, men.

Stacy Moore,
this is Latif Bin Walid...

Majordomo for His Highness,
Prince Farid.

Please continue.

Would you say you're outgoing,
or more the quiet type, Stacy?

I'd say more outgoing.
Definitely social.

I like to party,
if that's what you mean.

Do you drink?

I'm not a drinker, per se,
if that's what you mean.

Stacy, you are interviewing
for a job...

that pays, in two years...

more than most people
in this country earn in 20.

If you're successful
in this interview...

you will be required to appear
self-possessed, confident...

modest and reticent
all at the same time.

So stop asking what I mean.

Think and answer for yourself.

Do you enjoy anal sex?

Excuse me?

How about other women?

Sure.

Both.

Have you ever dated
any famous men?

That's none of your business.

You need to wax that, sweetie.

Hair down there's
not an option for His Highness.

Very nice.
You're through the final interview.

We'll contact you
within the next week.

Congratulations,
and you can get dressed now.

Okay.

Who are you calling?

My aesthetician. I, too, need a wax
before the prince gets in.

Feel free to book the appointment for me,
if you like.

- Music.
- On hold.

Kenny G.
Welcome to America.

Gimme.

Would you mind selecting
the next girl to come in? Please?

Come on. Pick up. Pick up.

Hi. This is Lynne Reed.
Two E's.

I was referred by one
of your clients, Carrie.

Yes, that's her.

I need to book a Brazilian wax
for noon tomorrow.

Right. No.
That's the only time I can do it.

Okay, noon it is.
We'll see you then.

Hello.

Carrie, it's Yvonne Marshall.
I'm the duty officer tonight.

- Hi, Yvonne. What is it?
- You have an asset in from the cold.

Booked a treatment tomorrow
at the Yara Spa in Georgetown.

- Lynne Reed?
- That's right.

She used your first name as a reference
and made a noon appointment.

Noon?

- Are you sure she said noon?
- That was the only time she could make it.

Okay. Thanks, Yvonne.

Hi.

- How was school?
- Okay.

- Dad here?
- Don't know.

If you want to help,
you can start unpacking those for me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was your day?

Great.

Hope you don't mind, Mike.

We helped ourselves
to some of your hooch.

We thought we would stop by
for a...

for a situation report
on Sergeant Brody.

Situation report on Brody is this.

He's been back three days,
and it's gonna take a little more time...

until he's willing to come out
of his shell, let alone his house.

The man represents a significant victory
in the War on Terror...

thanks to our friends at the C.I.A.

Now putting aside for the moment
that Sergeant Brody owes them his life...

these are the facts.

Bin Laden's dead.
Now America thinks, or wants to think...

that this war is drawing to an end.

Politicians are pushing for a wholesale
withdrawal from Afghanistan.

But as we all know, Captain...

the terrorists are still out there,
after blood.

We need Brody in the public eye...

reminding America
that this is far from over.

What if he's not up for it...
psychologically?

Fuck it. Drive on.

Isn't that what you marines say?

In combat where we also shit
in Saran Wrap and shoot to kill.

You want Brody to do that too?

Don't take that tone
with me, Captain.

Career pencil-pusher,
with his brown nose in my scotch...

saying, fuck it, drive on.

You're a captain in
the United States Marines.

You mean to tell me
you can't give a sergeant a direct order?

Is that what you want me
to report up the chain?

Look, Mike, I get it.

You and Brody are friends, right?

By the way,
how's his wife, Jennifer, doing?

Jessica.

If not for us,
Brody should at least do it for her.

For their kids.

And I'm sure
you're more than familiar...

with their current
financial problems.

D.O.D.'s offering a very generous
reenlistment package...

plus a promotion.

That could pull his family
out of the shitter.

Give your friend
the correct advice, Captain.

Make it happen.

Where's Mom keep the pancake mix?

The what?

You're toast, asswipe.

Found it.

Hey, Dad?

What's it like to kill somebody?

Can I help you?

Yeah, just a couple questions,
Sergeant Brody.

Nick. Can I call you Nick?

You got 10 seconds
to get off my property.

I'm Alan Quick, Channel 10...

and technically,
I'm standing on a public easement.

- Five seconds.
- Oh, come on, Nick.

Hey, how about we start
with an easy one?

Tell me, how are your kids
dealing with all of the...

Fuck. Fuck!

Max, he's heading through the woods
out back. Less than a minute ago.

I need you to hurry round to Mansfield
Road. It's about 400 yards north.

Okay. Call me back
when you find him.

Shit.

Who left this pan on the stove?

Chris.

Where's Dad?

You know, the whole reason
I left the Company and went freelance...

was so I could have a life.

You're becoming my wife's
least favorite person.

- Got an incoming HUMINT I got to go deal with.
- Who is it?

Someone I recruited
in Bahrain a few years ago.

Professional girlfriend of a Saudi prince.

What's she got?

We'll find out soon enough.

You got anything to eat?

Yeah.

There's a yogurt in the fridge.

- Lynne, how are you?
- Okay. Fine, I guess.

What are you doing here in D.C.?

Prescreening more girls for the prince's
harem. He gets in tomorrow.

12:00 noon appointment.
What's the code red?

So, there I am five days ago
in Cyprus...

on Prince Farid Bin Abbud's
yacht.

When the prince's majordomo,
Latif Bin Walid...

announces that the prince
has a surprise visitor.

So this surprise visitor,
who was he?

You know that they stone
women like me to death...

if we get caught doing anything
that we're not supposed to?

It's Abu Nazir.

I was this far from him.

I really don't want to do this anymore,
and I mean it, Carrie.

I feel like
I can't even breathe now.

They're gonna suspect something.

Lynne, all you have to do now
is keep your eyes and ears open...

for the remainder of
your contract with the prince.

That's what you said
when you recruited me in Bahrain...

but I never thought that
I would get eight feet...

from the most dangerous
terrorist in the world.

You are the only agency asset
to have had eyes on Nazir in seven years.

Asset?

I am just some girl
from Sandusky, Ohio...

who you talked into
helping out her country.

And I won't let
anything happen to you.

Don't quit on me now, please.
You can't.

Don't think I don't appreciate
what it took for you to do this, Lynne.

Saul Berenson.

Alert the group, Saul.
Inform Estes.

This is a game-changer.

- Can't be more specific?
- I don't want to talk on an open line.

Source protection?

It's way past source protection, Saul.

I've got a visual confirm
on the Sandman.

- What?
- You heard me.

Actual eyes on.

- How far away are you?
- Twenty minutes.

I'll assemble the group.

What are you doing here?

Have to talk to Brody.

Hey, bud. What's up?

My dad beat the crap
out of somebody.

Dana! I asked you to please watch TV
with Chris for a while.

She went to her room.

Beat the crap out of who?

Can you please go watch TV for a little
while? I need to talk to Uncle Mike.

Can you do that for me?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Come in.

What's going on?
Why aren't the kids at school?

- You don't know? Isn't that why you're here?
- Know what?

Are you okay?

Brody hit a reporter
and then he took off into the woods.

- Chris saw the whole thing.
- Take a breath, Jess.

Come here.

Well, hello, Mrs. Brody.

- When was this?
- About an hour ago, maybe more.

Why didn't you call me
right away, Jess?

- What the hell is that?
- He has nightmares.

Brody did that?

Or flashbacks...
Whatever you call them.

I have to make it work with Brody.
I have to.

This is where he tells you
everything's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay, Jess.

Is it really?

Do you honestly think so?

That's disgusting, Carrie.

This is the first confirmed
sighting of Abu Nazir in seven years.

And very much to your credit.
Nobody's arguing with that.

- But it's not enough to authorize a task force.
- I'm not asking for that.

All I need is a few more bodies
on Sergeant Brody.

Look, the circle's small.

We keep it that way
till you have more...

than just a theory
linking Brody and Abu Nazir.

So Abu Nazir's resurfacing...

just as Brody has miraculously
returned home means nothing?

It's just a coincidence?

The dots are there, Carrie,
but you haven't connected 'em yet.

Saul, I understand
that you're still furious with me...

but give me something here, please.

I'm not telling you to stop.

I'm telling you to slow down.

The FISA warrant,
that gives you four weeks.

Use it.

Carefully, methodically.

Look, like it or not, you work
for Deputy Director David Estes...

who has career stakes in Brody...

whom he and his department
brought home to great fanfare.

Want to challenge that?

Better be damn sure
you get all your ducks in a row first.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

- He can't have gone far.
- Listen to me.

If Brody has one 15-second meeting...

with one contact,
that's all it'll take.

I'm not gonna miss that.

Find him, and find him fast.
Call me back.

Last 14 days of air traffic data...

from all airports, commercial, cargo.

And the banks.

All new patterns and numerical
transactions of any amounts.

Please. Thank you.

Let me be the first to say,
Carrie, outstanding work.

All other files on your desk
go on the back burner, as of right now.

I want your girl on this Prince Farid
like white on rice.

Mike?
First thing you get her to do...

is upload the data on his BlackBerry.

- She's scared out of her mind.
- Thank you.

I need to be able to guarantee
her protection, backup.

Would a four-man fire team do it?

Great.

For an escort
you recruited in Bahrain?

Don't be a prick, David.

You know if we put a Quick Reaction Team
on the girl in this short time frame...

we'd have no idea
of knowing who's watching.

If Abu Nazir even smells
we're onto the prince...

he'll vanish, into thin air, again.

It's the Q.R.T.'s job
not to be detected.

You're saying you can't trust those guys
to protect an asset in danger?

It's my job to make the tough calls,
Carrie. The answer is no.

Your job is to control your asset.

She needs backup?
You're it. Get it done.

Yes, sir.

Will someone in Lighting
please pick up line three?

Lighting, line three, please.

Please let this be good news.

He's looking at everything.

Lumber, nails, screws...

electrical wiring, power tools...

- You name it.
- Is he taking notes or anything?

Whatever he's doing,
looks like he's doing it all in his head.

Okay, he's on the move.
I'll... I'll call you back.

That's on aisle five.

What?

I guess we might as well eat.

Is Dad still AWOL?

Oh, he'll be back.
Don't you worry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Any new developments?

I'm telling you, this guy's got to be
wishing that Brody doesn't come back...

so he can keep doing the wife.

- She thought breaking up was easy.
- Yeah.

Any popcorn in there?

Well, as a matter of fact...

we have...

pretzels.

I love pretzels.

Uncle Mike,
since you're a captain...

and Dad's only a sergeant,
does that make you the boss of him?

Smells delicious.

Don't sergeants have to salute
to the captain and call him sir?

It's Irish stew.

Dad's favorite. Right, Mom?

Is Dad in trouble?

Trouble? No, no.

Like I told you earlier, bud...

that reporter out there, he's the one
who should be in trouble, all right?

Wait.
There's no camera in the garage?

You know, on this budget,
I had to prioritize.

And now he's placing a bag containing
God knows what in our blind spot?

Jesus Christ, Virgil.

Guys think about playing
a couple rounds of cards?

Yeah.

Where's the sound?

Not that you deserve it, but...

- Thank you. Sorry.
- Where have you been?

I was out walking.

All day?

Didn't know that wasn't allowed.

Please don't do that.

You know, the past eight years haven't exactly
been a picnic for me and the kids either.

One way or another,
we've all changed.

We just have to find a way
to start over.

- You punched a reporter.
- Oh, he'll live.

- In front of Chris.
- He'll live too.

That's it?

- He'll live?
- Dinner smells good.

- Go on.
- I don't trust her.

I lost. There's no hand.

Hey, guys.

What are you playing?

Hearts.

Hearts?
Watch out for this guy, kids.

Back in the day, he used to
double his paycheck playing this game.

- Hearts, which the marines call Hunt the Cunt.
- Dana.

Maybe the daughter's the terrorist.

Don't blame me, Mom.
Blame the marines.

- Fuck you, Virgil.
- Right, and good night to you too.

Mom's Irish stew?

Should we say grace?

We say grace now?

When we have things we're especially
thankful for, right, guys?

- Can I do it, please?
- Go ahead, sweetie.

Dear God, thank you
for bringing my dad back.

Please make him a captain too,
just like Mike.

What about the food, Chris?

Oh, yeah, and thanks for the food.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thank you.

- No.
- You sure?

Cuban.

Do you always come over here
in uniform?

Once a marine, always a marine.

Does it start something like that?

Look, I'm not gonna bullshit you.

You can't keep doing this, Brody.

- Doing what?
- Come on, you know it's a fuckin' win-win.

Just talk to the press.

You take that call from CBS News.

I mean, do an interview.

- Stop right there, Mike.
- They're gonna give you a promotion.

I mean, Hollywood's gonna do
a fuckin' movie about you.

In the process,
you get to provide for Jess and the kids.

I said stop!

The brass sent you over here...

to turn me into some fuckin' poster boy
for their bullshit war.

Well, you know what?

You can go right back there and
tell 'em the days that I take orders...

from the United States military,
or the government, are over.

Done.

You know what I really need, Mike?

I need the last eight years back...

where I get to take care
of my wife and kids.

Where I don't get asked to go over there
and fight their fucking war...

or I'm not taken prisoner.

Not left out there to rot.

Never tortured. None of it.

Can you do that for me?

Or is it too much to ask?

There's the door...

Uncle Mike.

There are times when you have
to stand up for yourself...

and what you believe in.

I wish you hadn't seen
what you saw today...

but you did, and I'm sorry.

You gonna be okay?

A three-point shot gets
the lead back up to five.

Man, this is a tight game!

That's what happens sometimes...

when you have some success
against a great offensive player.

Gets the ball,
puts up another three...

He's gone.

I'm telling you,
they are having an amazing season.

Back up by eight now.
Roberts has got half the points.

- He's got 15 of the 32.
- He just keeps missing...

Everyone just wants
to thank you for your service.

Your sacrifice.

Maybe they want to thank all of us,
you, me and the kids.

Fine.

One day, you're gonna want
to talk about all this.

Take His Highness upstairs
to settle him in.

- How long until his next appointment?
- Long enough.

Yeah. No, I read the article
in the Journal. It's fantastic.

No, I'll call you soon, we can...

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- I am so sorry. That was an accident.

- Don't worry, sir. Accidents happen.
- Let me get that.

- No need. Please.
- May I at least pay for the dry-cleaning?

Thank you. No need.
Go wash it off.

You have less than three minutes.
I'll wait here.

You're not gonna believe
what happened.

I spilled tea on this girl's
blouse, and it's...

Jesus.

Under the sponge of this compact...

there's a plug-in device
that'll fit into the prince's BlackBerry.

You'll need 45 seconds
to upload all his data.

And let's suppose
that I get that far.

You call the spa again
and you hand it off to me in person.

- What if the device doesn't fit?
- It will.

You said before that you would never
let anything happen to me.

And I meant it.

- There's a team protecting you 24/7.
- Where are they?

Aside from the man who spilled
tea on you just now...

who you won't see again,
they're right under your nose.

But if you can see them
or know who they are, that's a problem.

I need your compact.

Auntie Carrie!

Hi.

That is the best welcome I've ever
had from anyone. How are you two?

You forgot Ruby's birthday, silly.

It was really awesome.

This man brought snakes
and lizards and turtles and everything.

A snake ate a rat.

I missed that?

Damn.

I forgot your birthday.
I'm sorry, Ruby.

Oh, but there is this.

I told you, Ruby.

You thought I'd forget something
as important as that?

I was working last Saturday, honey.

If I could've come, I would've.

I promise.

Mom, Mom. Look what Aunt Carrie
got Ruby for her birthday.

That is so cool.

- Did you say thank you?
- Thank you.

You're welcome, honey.

Okay, now, you two monkeys.
Come on in and finish your homework.

You can see Aunt Carrie
when you're done.

That's impressive.

I beat them.
Don't tell the neighbors.

Come on in.

- Staying for dinner?
- I can't. I'd...

Love to, but you're slammed,
as usual.

- Maggie.
- No, don't.

You don't have to explain.

We worry about you, Dad and I.

Yeah. How's he doing?

Considering he has
the same illness you have?

Well, now he's under my roof...

he goes for regular therapy
and treatment.

That's the deal.

So, he's good.

Are you finished?

Come on, Maggie. Ease up a bit.

Just once, give me a break.

Only seven this time?

Raiding my samples cupboard
not only enables you...

it jeopardizes my license,
so seven pills.

And we talk again in a week,
not a month.

Or you could just deal with the problem
like any normal person would...

and go see a psychiatrist.

I keep telling you,
to work where I work...

You can't disclose your illness
or they'll pull your security clearance.

- I understand, Carrie.
- I'm really good at what I do, Maggie.

And I'm not just a quack.

Dad'll be pissed he missed you.

Where is he?

Bill took the day off.
They went golfing.

You said you were coming tonight.
It's not even 6:00 yet.

- Next time.
- Okay.

I'll go say good-bye to the girls.

Hello?

Please answer.

Shit, Virgil.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar.
Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Couldn't sleep?
- I was cleaning out the garage.

Hey, I fixed the door.

You people ready?

- Is it true you're gonna enlist?
- Would you ever go back to Iraq?

Saul?

Turn on your TV.

It's happening,
exactly what you said.

He's out there
playing the hero card.