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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.

I've got a mood disorder, okay?

I looked it up, Carrie.
Clozapine's an antipsychotic.

Only seven this time?

Raiding my samples cupboard
not only enables you...

it jeopardizes my license,
so seven pills.

The terrorists are still out there.

We need Brody in the public eye,
reminding America that this is far from over.

And smile for the cameras.

Look at him.

He's been blogged and tweeted about,
been solicited by every national talk show.

During a debrief, Carrie mentions
Abu Nazir's name out of the blue.

Three days later, one of her assets reports
the first Nazir sighting in over seven years.

Maybe it's coincidence.

Or maybe there's something
she's just not telling us.

This intelligence your asset
gave up her life to acquire...

Do not squander it by continuing to invade
the constitutionally protected privacy...

of the Brody family.

You need to take down that surveillance.

We're on to the next case.
Raquim Faisel.

They followed me to this house.

Darling, I promise,
no one knows we're living here.

I still think we should leave.

Our instructions were to sit tight.

We knew this would not be easy.

I can't help but feel
I'm missing something.

You're missing him.

Oh, I'm sorry!

Hey, I know you.

I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm not going back in
if it means you can't go back in.

That's not necessary.

Maybe we can hold our own private meeting
out here. How's that sound?

It's tempting.

Allahu Akbar.

Run, you fat fuck, run!

Christ!
You call yourself a ballplayer?

Not safe, you fuck-wit!
Jesus, you freak.

A double and a single in the fourth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're wrong.

Why don't you just man up
and admit it, asshole?

That's right, you jerk-off!
I'm talking about you!

You're a goddamn disgrace!

Un-fucking-believable!

The only team in baseball
has to pinch run their leadoff man.

How long you been standing there?

What? I can't hear you!

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

There. Hey.

Hey. I rang the bell,
like, five times, Dad.

- Hey, is Maggie home?
- No.

She had to go deal
with some patient crisis at the hospital.

Hey, you hungry, huh?

- She say how long she'd be?
- I can make you a sandwich.

You want a... You want a sandwich? I got...
We got turkey, lettuce.

Shit. I gotta get this.
Yeah, turkey's great.

Hold on a second.

Hello?

Hey, Danny.

What?

The one surviving terrorist...

from the compound in Afghanistan
where we rescued Brody.

Scooped him up
in some shitshack in I.B.D.

Clean lift.
Nothing broken, nothing spilt.

Okay.
I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Sweetie.

Welcome.

What? You okay?

- No, happy to see you is all.
- Yeah?

Over here.

Educated guess says
you... you need this to go.

Sorry, Dad.

Oh, you must think I'm ready
for the glue factory, Carrie.

Unplugging the iron like that?
Come on.

I'm just trying to be safe.

Did you take your meds
this morning, Dad?

I did. Thank you for asking.

Bad enough I got your sister
up my ass 24/7. Now you too?

And just so you know,
those pills are killing me.

No, they're not, Dad.

Sometimes you feel like
you're spinning out of control a little...

when they bring you up
instead of down.

That happens to you too?

It's a good time to avoid
household appliances, in my experience.

I was distracted!
I was excited to see you is all.

Okay, message received and understood.

I wish I could stay
and help you out with the chores.

Yeah. Right. Well, you enjoy.

Drive safe.

- And fuck the C.I.A.!
- Fuck the C.I.A.!

- So, how are your parents?
- Wonderful.

They seem to get busier and busier.

We need to get 'em over here more.

Too much work in Mumbai for that.
That's what they would say.

Maybe they ought to think about handing
the slums project off to somebody else now.

- What have you lost?
- Ticket for the parking.

Will standby passengers...

It'll be in the car,
where you always leave it.

- That didn't take long.
- I love you so. I tell you that already?

Go on. Answer it.
I know you have to.

Hello. Saul Berenson.

He wants everyone here A.S.A.P.

Get me Captain Mike Faber
at the Pentagon.

Carrie's been alerted and is inbound.

- I'm gonna get a cab.
- And Estes wants everyone to clear their schedules.

Mira, wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

No.

I know what that look means, Saul,
and I'm not.

I'm not angry. I'm really not.

And I hope I see you later.

- Saul?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm still here.

Before the briefing starts...

there's a report you need to read from
the Pakistan phase of the interrogation.

I'll be right over.

Afsal Hamid.

Thirty-four years old, Syrian.

According to our friends
in Pakistani Intelligence...

a mid-level member
of the Islamic People's Liberation Army.

Abu Nazir's group.

Which means he most likely has
knowledge of Nazir's plans...

to attack us here in Fortress America.

Including money trail from the hawala shop,
where it went, what it's being used for.

Which is exactly why you and Carrie
will interrogate him...

with the help of Sergeant Brody.

Excuse me. Sergeant Brody?

Yes, Carrie, Sergeant Brody, who is in a unique
position to establish a baseline on Hamid.

- Right or wrong?
- Right.

Now, the interview itself will take place at a
designated safe house, yet to be determined.

Brody absolutely can't be there.

He will be there, Carrie.
That ship has sailed.

Then we might as well just hand
our playbook straight to Abu Nazir.

Well, the alternative might be worse.

Nothing is worse than Brody
witnessing this interrogation.

The blowback will be profound.

Assuming we do what you want, that is,
share your suspicions about Sergeant Brody...

what do you think will happen then?

It might force David into a decision.

A decision based on what?

How many times must we have
this discussion?

There's no evidence
linking Brody to Abu Nazir.

This is a different discussion, Saul.

This is about operational security.

Okay, Carrie.

March up to his office right now.
Tell him he's been duped.

Tell him Sergeant Brody's location in
Afghanistan was intentionally leaked by Nazir.

Tell him the story of his American hero
has a surprise twist.

See what he does then.

My guess, you're packing your cubicle,
looking for a job in the private sector.

Don't we have a moral obligation
to say something?

Our obligation is to stop
the next attack on America.

Which you won't be a part of
if you keep pursuing this.

Has it occurred to you,
at the very least...

we'll be able to observe Brody
at close quarters...

in a high-stress environment
which we can control?

Yeah, it's occurred to me, Saul.

Has it occurred to you if we do our jobs
and break Afsal Hamid...

he might just give up the whole plot,
including Sergeant Brody?

Well, that's a big if, Saul.

You're screwing up my rug.

Either David Estes
makes the weather, Carrie, or we do.

Your choice.

This can't be good.

Jess said I'd find you here.

It's urgent.

Langley needs to see you.

- Langley?
- So you better haul ass.

Shit, shower, shave. Be ready sometime in
the next 40 minutes when they come to get you.

- What do they want?
- Didn't say.

Eyes-only classified.

You couldn't have just called me?

They told me not to.
No open-line phone calls.

- Jesus.
- Yeah, no shit.

You went by my house already?

Figured I'd stay out of Jessica's hair.

You figured right.

Is that it?

Can't tell me anything else?

That's all I know right now, Brody.

If I knew anything else, I'd tell you.

Yeah.

What did Mike want?

The C.I.A. want to see me.

About what?

I don't know.

I'm gonna take a shower.

They'll be here any second now.

Hey. Are you okay?

You know what, Jess? Can you just
stop asking me that every two minutes?

- I'm fine.
- Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

No, you're right. I get it.

Hey, Dad.

Mom said you wanted to come watch
my karate tomorrow.

She did?

- He's getting his blue belt.
- If I pass the test.

- So can you come?
- Sure.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

North. So not Langley.

No blindfold or anything?

We trust you.

- Sir, we're five minutes out.
- Copy that.

Estes, we're up. We're online.

Sergeant Brody, Carrie Mathison.

We met at the debrief a few weeks ago.

Yes. Good, good to see you.

Thanks so much for coming.

How are you settling
back in with your family?

Yeah.

Can we get you anything...

a coffee or soda or water,
before we get started?

Get started with what?

Have a seat.

Do you know this man?

Motherfucking shit.

Yeah, I know him.

He was my guard.

Visual recognition confirmed.

Do you remember his name?

They called him Affie.

His full name is Afsal Hamid.

He was the sole survivor of the attack on
the safe house where you were rescued.

- Who's he?
- My colleague.

As-salaam alaikum.

- What's he doing?
- He's waiting to see if Hamid will say something first.

This is the first stages
of an interrogation.

Not exactly.

Pakistani Intelligence held him for three
days before they turned him over.

- Did he talk?
- I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

In fact, I can't share
any operational details with you at all.

- Then why am I here?
- Two reasons.

One, to confirm his identity,
which you've just done.

Two, to provide us with information
we can use to unsettle him...

to prove we have complete control,
to demonstrate our omnipotence.

Are you comfortable with that?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay, good.

Are you ready to begin?

- One question.
- Go ahead.

Will he be tortured?

We don't do that here.

What is it you think he knows about?

Like I said, I can't...

Divulge operational details.
Got it.

Okay. I'm ready.

You can put this on now, please.

Tap the mike twice
so my colleague knows we're ready.

Do you speak English?

Please.

Does he? Did he ever speak
English to you?

They all spoke some English.

This is for my friends in Guantánamo.

We know you speak English.

Therefore, I will continue
to address you in English.

Are you a religious man?

Okay, this part needs to move
a little faster. Are you good with that?

They all prayed.
They're extremely devout.

Of course you are.

This soldier was your prisoner.

When did you first meet him?

Damascus.

We know you didn't meet him
until Damascus.

That's when the interrogations began,
didn't they?

And you were part of those interrogations,
weren't you?

Yeah, he was.

For how long
was Sergeant Brody interrogated?

Days?

- Months?
- Years.

It went on for years, didn't it?

What did you do to Sergeant Brody, Afsal?

If you have a detail we could use.

He beat me with a stick wrapped
in barbed wire, and he pissed on me.

You beat him with barbed wire...

and urinated on him.

So you're a religious man and a torturer.

What are you, Catholic?

You think your wife and sons
are still alive?

There. You see that?
That's exactly what we were going for.

He was convinced we already know
the answers to our questions.

Now he thinks we know if his family
is alive, information he wants.

Let's back up, shall we?

Five days ago, you're safely
hidden away in Islamabad...

or so you think.

I mean, why else
have your family with you?

Then suddenly in the dead of night,
you disappear without a trace.

It's not just your poor wife and children
who are wondering where you are.

One man in particular
is beginning to worry.

Abu Nazir.

Who, as we all know,
is not your average Islamist terrorist...

bent on bringing down
Western civilization.

No, this man has a certain style,
a certain...

artistry.

Let's take the case of Yasser Akram,
for example.

Lifted by our British friends
from a villa in Lebanon in August 2006.

Within days of his capture,
his only brother...

a good and holy man...

is killed in a car bomb.

The Yemeni police had to ship
what was left of him...

in a small plastic bag
to a lab in Dubai...

just to identify him.

Not to mention what was done
to his poor parents...

to his wives...

and, most disturbingly,
to his children.

We can protect your family, Afsal,
up to eight individuals.

But we don't have much time.
Abu Nazir is not a patient man.

You can come in now, Joelle.

When you're ready to talk to us,
write down their names and addresses.

If you love your kids,
like I love mine...

I would hurry.

Now what?

Now we wait for him
to pick up that crayon.

When the interrogator said
that he could protect his...

We already have his wife and children
out of harm's way.

You can go home now.
Thank you for your help.

We've got it from here.
Hey, guys?

Hey, would you just let me in the room
with him, just for a couple of minutes?

I just want to look the prick in the eye,
let him know that the tables are turned.

You know I can't do that.

I wish I could, but I can't.

- You do see that, don't you?
- Sure.

Yeah.

Look, go home.
Forget about today. Forget about all this.

And, of course,
it goes without saying...

- Don't tell anybody.
- Yeah.

Hey, but if you do find yourself
needing to talk to someone...

anytime, 24/7.

Good-bye, Sergeant Brody.
You've been a big help today.

Hey, Carrie?

- Hey.
- Excellent work, both you and Saul.

- Doesn't get any better than that.
- Thank you, David.

Let me know the minute Hamid makes
a move, one way or the other.

I will.

Well?

When you turned over
that picture of Abu Nazir...

he stopped breathing
for a few seconds.

I know he's hiding something from us.
I know it.

- Shit!
- What?

Well, now's the time we really could use
that surveillance on his house.

Don't go there, Carrie.

Be patient.

All right. I'll take the doomwatch.
You go be with Mira.

I'll call you if anything happens tonight.

Pace yourself.

Come on, asshole.
Pick up the damn crayon.

Brody.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

Hey, where you been?

You cut your hair.

What do you think?

Nice.

You always liked it short.

No, I like it. Really.

You did something for me
by going to that support group...

so I thought
I'd do something for you.

Tea?

Thanks.

What are you doing out here?

Nothing.
Just enjoying the quiet.

Rough day?

What was it about anyway?

I'm not really supposed
to talk about it, Jess.

- Not even a little?
- I can't.

I'm sorry.

- How's your tea?
- Good.

Yorkshire Gold. Your favorite.

It's perfect.
Thanks.

Saul.
Looks like he's getting ready.

Eight names, four in Islamabad,
three in Lahore, one in Larkana.

That's gonna take some doing.

First we need a show of faith from you.

Do you understand what that means?

I don't know anything.

You know I don't.

That is how we operate
for exactly this reason.

Say good-bye to your family.

An e-mail address in Pakistan.

Whose e-mail?

I don't know.

I swear to you.

Now you promise...

my family, my children.

What do you send to this e-mail address?

I forward ones sent to me
from someone else.

Who?

Was the location of the compound
where you were holding Sergeant Brody...

- deliberately leaked to us so we would find him?
- Carrie. Carrie.

Did Abu Nazir ever meet Sergeant Brody?

First, my family.

Then we talk.

We'll be back.

- Come on in.
- Thank you for meeting me, sir.

You know, when I told you my door was
always open, Sergeant Brody, I meant it.

Good timing.

Appears our friend in the safe house
is getting ready to do business.

- No friend of mine, sir.
- No, no. Of course not.

What can I do for you, Sergeant?

I believe I've earned a moment
face-to-face with my torturer, sir.

Yeah. I heard.

And I've got to tell you
that Carrie was correct.

She doesn't have the authorization
to let you in there with Hamid.

Do you?

- As much as I'd like to...
- Sir, can I stop you there, save you the trouble?

Please.

Nobody respects
your operational concerns more than I do.

I did not come here to tell you
that I can get Hamid talking...

any quicker than your own experts can.

But yesterday,
I did exactly as was asked of me.

Hard as it was just to sit there
and watch us dance around his rights...

after what he did to me
for eight years.

Now you're telling me
he's ready to talk.

I think that means
I've earned the right...

to at least look him in the eye...

and tell him that he didn't beat me,
he doesn't get to win.

- Sergeant Brody.
- Sir, I haven't finished, if you don't mind.

This is really important to me.

I need to do right
by my wife and my kids...

and I need to be fully able,
both physically and mentally...

to honor my duties
as a marine and as a man.

But first...

I gotta close the door
on this chapter of my life.

That's all I ask, sir.

Please don't rob me
of the opportunity to do that.

For my own sanity, if nothing else.

Sergeant, would you...

would you wait outside for a second?

- Lorraine, will you get me the D.C.I.?
- Yes, sir.

Right away.

Let's...

Let's go close that door, Sergeant.

We sent a phantom e-mail
to the one Hamid gave you.

Whoever it is will never actually receive
the e-mail or know that it was sent.

So far, it's bounced off
of a server in Rio...

where it went through
a re-encryption filtering protocol...

then to Johannesburg,
same drill...

then to Thailand, then Finland...

and now, nearly an hour later,
your guess is as...

I'd say you owe me dinner, Carrie.

Possibly even sex.

Holy fuck.

I wouldn't go that far.

Jesus Christ.

The 14th man gave up
an e-mail address...

we just traced to the engineering
department at Bryden University.

Faisel?
Are you fucking kidding me?

- The professor we tailed, then cleared?
- Correct.

Everybody, stop what you're doing!

Only thing I need you to do right now
is find this man, Raquim Faisel.

Faisel hasn't been
at the university all day.

- And he's not home either.
- What home address you got for him?

An apartment in Truxton Circle.

Virgil, I need you to look
for something at Bryden University.

Yeah, today. Right now.

You beat me.

You humiliated me.

You killed my friend.

But you did not break me.

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

But now, here we are.

I'm a sergeant in the United States
Marine Corps, shitbird.

How did you think this would end?

Hey! Hey, come on!

Hey!

Sergeant Brody!

Calm down! Calm down.

Thank you, sir. Means a lot.

Fact is,
these eggheads and whatnot...

may be smarter than all of us
put together in this room.

But what I've learned
over the years...

when it comes to safety
in the workplace...

you would not believe
some of the violations that I've seen.

Can't you come back
when Dr. Faisel is actually here?

I'm not comfortable letting people
in his office when he's not present.

We understand, ma'am.

Look...

if we damaged anything,
I can put in the paperwork to pay for it.

Maybe we can help you with one or two
of the violations in here.

Excuse me?

Are you suggesting...

No, he's not. Not on my watch.

Just do the paperwork, numbnuts.

Yes, we have a few potential violations
we'd like to report.

That could be Dr. Faisel calling now.

Hey. Know where this address is?

- Hello.
- Right next to the fuckin' airport.

Hey.

See that new belt he's wearing?

Yeah. Blue. Impressive.

I'm sorry I missed it.

I wish I'd been there, Son.
I got caught up at a meeting.

It's okay. Mike took me.

Yeah, I see that.

- Ice cream?
- No, I'm good, thanks.

Have some. We're celebrating.

Anyway, I should hit the road.

Did your mom ask Uncle Mike
to take you to karate?

It's no big deal.

I've been taking him
for the last three years.

Four.
I started when I was eight.

Right. And look at you now.
A blue belt.

Pretty damn awesome, huh?

- Right, Brody?
- You bet.

- What meeting?
- I can't talk about it.

Your son did awesome today.
You should be proud.

Didn't you say you were leaving, Mike?

See you later, bud, okay?

Later, gator.

Got any sprinkles?

He led us right past this house
just this last Tuesday.

Which probably means he knew
we were tailing him. Should've had us do it.

Dead quiet in there. Not a squeak.

Maybe they're taking a nap.

Sometimes, I swear to God.

He's my own brother,
and I don't know if he's part moron...

or just acting like it
to piss me off.

What's going on, Saul?

He's dead, Carrie.

Hamid's dead.

Suicide.

Jesus Christ, no.

- Wha... How? When?
- Carrie, what happened?

Minutes ago.

I just got here. Body's still warm.

How the hell is that possible?

Razor blade fragment, left wrist.

What? Where did he get that?

He must have had it on his person.
We missed it.

Saul, he had to have gone through
at least a dozen full-body searches.

The fragment is tiny.

He could have had it
concealed in a cavity...

or under his skin-scar tissue.

- Or somebody passed it to him.
- Passed him what?

- Carrie.
- Admit it's possible, Saul...

because we're sitting on Faisel's house
right now, and there's no sign of him anywhere.

What's your point?

My point is, whoever gave Hamid the razor
blade could have warned the professor too.

A fucking razor blade?

I want authorization to go in.

Estes wants us to watch and wait.

Damn it, Saul! There's no time!

If Faisel is on the run,
we need to know now!

You have my authorization.
Move in.

Alpha team, go.
Bravo, cover the back.

Charlie team, stand by.

Here we go.

House is empty. He must have
left in a hurry. Looks like for good.

Did you hear that, Saul?

Saul?

Saul?

I'm so sorry.

I know what you're gonna say,
and you're right.

All I can say is this is not
how I planned your first days back.

You must still be jet-lagged.
Why are you still up?

You should be in bed.

I know that look.

You been waiting up for me.

- What's wrong?
- Saul, darling, you know what's wrong.

You just more or less said so
in a nutshell yourself.

Wait. Can we, please,
not do this right now?

Do you mind?

It's been a very complicated day.

Your life is a very complicated day.

You must be aware, Saul...

this last month in India
with my family...

I've been doing a lot of thinking...

soul searching.

Right.

We discussed this before you left.

I can start scaling back, maybe even get
reassigned, spend more time at home.

Just listen.

I actually realize now it's not right
or fair to ask you to do less.

So what I need, me, Mira...

is to make my life not just about you.

You know, you said yesterday...

that my parents should pass the
Mumbai slums project on to someone else.

Not to you. I didn't mean to you.

Our life is here, Mira.

Our life is wherever you get sent...

Amman, Beirut, London, Aden...

often at a moment's notice,
and I need more than that.

I need to make my life...

I need to make my life about my passions.

I need to put my roots down somewhere
that matter to me, Saul.

Do I get any sort of say in all this?

Are you gonna get that?

Mira.
How was your trip? Welcome home.

Oh, it was wonderful.
It was an inspiring time.

How are you, Carrie?

I'm so sorry.
I really didn't mean to intrude.

- However...
- It's really important that I talk to you.

It's so lovely to see you, but I didn't
sleep on the plane, so I'm completely sideways.

Forgive me.

- Okay.
- We'll catch up soon, I hope.

That'd be great. Good night.

Don't say I didn't warn you this whole
thing would blow up in our faces.

What the hell?
Who let Brody in that room with him?

Who do you think, Saul?

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Yep.
I had pretty much the same response.

Brody must have identified that camera
blind spot while watching the interrogation.

Just so you know, the working theory
is that Hamid smuggled the razor blade...

inside the sole of his shoe.

Bullshit!

Not only did Brody
contrive to get himself in the room...

he orchestrated Hamid's suicide,
and he warned Dr. Faisel.

And we, you and I, let it happen.

Enough on the sidelines.
Enough in the shadows.

We need to take this up the chain
before we're counting bodies...

and trying to spin yet another
monumental intelligence screwup.

Don't think I'm not considering it.

Well, how about doing something about it?

Because nothing's changed, Carrie.

What do you mean,
nothing's changed?

I don't see Brody giving Hamid
a damn thing, do you?

Not a razor blade,
not a goddamn summer cold.

Good! You know? Get angry!

I'm over your whole detached routine.

You're out of line.

- It's my home. Get out.
- I'm going to Estes with or without your approval.

Take some boxes with you, 'cause you're gonna
need 'em when you clean out your desk.

What happened to the Saul Berenson
that trekked the Karakoram...

did three months in a Malaysian prison...

stared down Uday Hussein
at the height of his power?

When did you become such a pussy, Saul?

I think you should leave now.

With pleasure.

You know what?
You can keep that. Fuck this shit!

- Carrie.
- I'm sorry, Maggie.

- I had nowhere else to go.
- Oh, God. What happened?

- I think I just quit my job.
- What?

- Don't be silly.
- No, I'm serious. I'm done.

I'm done. I've had it up to here.

All right, just stop. Stop. Stop.

You were so right...
You were so fuckin' right...

when you told me that my job
would kill me one day!

Just take a deep breath.

Calm down, okay, Carrie?
Carrie, just calm down, okay?

- Does Saul know about any of this?
- Saul?

No, Saul is part of the problem.

But you said he always had your back.

Well, I'm on my own now,
that's for damn sure.

Do you really want to know the truth?

I've been on my own for a while now.

Stop. We both know
you're not quitting anything, okay?

It's just the heat of the moment.
It's not you, okay?

That's not who you really are.
I know you.

So this is what's gonna happen.

You're sleeping here tonight, okay?

My guest room's already made up.

The girls are gonna be over the moon
to see you in the morning.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Listen, I don't care
if the world's about to end, okay?

You're gonna stay here for as long as
it takes for you to get your head straight.

Okay?

Promise me that
you'll sleep in in the morning.

I'll try. Hey, thank you.

- Aunt Carrie?
- Hey.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, sweetheart.

Did something happen?
We heard you and Mom talking.

No, girls, really, I'm fine.

Why don't you girls get back to bed
and let Aunt Carrie get some rest, okay?

- Can we sleep in here?
- Yeah. Please?

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

Come on in. Get in there.

I'm sleeping right here.

- I wanna sleep right here.
- Okay.

Sweet dreams, guys.

Hey, no. Stay there.

Stay there.

You know, I meant it
when I said I wouldn't miss your karate.

I screwed up.

I'm sorry.

Can you forgive me?

I'm proud of you.

You're a blue belt now.

You got it done,
like I knew you would.

You know why?

'Cause you're my son.

What are we praying for?

Since I was four...

me and mom prayed every night...

that you were alive...

that you'd come home one day.

And now?

That you're gonna be okay.

Auntie Carrie?

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

What are you doing?

Nothin', pumpkin. I just can't sleep.

Are you worried about the bad guys?

What bad guys, Josie?

You know, the ones who blow people up.

Are you worried?

A little.

Yeah. Me too.

I have an idea.

Come live with us. We'll protect you.

No, honey. You know what?

That's my job.

Okay.

Go to sleep.