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Previously on Homeland.

You want to see your portrait
up on the walls at Langley someday?

Find Walker.

Walker's not even critical.
He's just a part, a piece, a pixel.

There is a bigger, pernicious, Abu Nazir-worthy
plot out there, and we have little time.

Carrie...

you're not yourself.

She's bipolar. This explosion must have
sent her into a flight.

Carrie said something interesting.

Sniper attack...

that doesn't make sense
for Abu Nazir.

It's not his methodology.

Well, maybe it is when he has a military
sniper working for him.

She thinks something bigger.

The switch is here. Wait until
the last second before you open it.

I read that part of the blast goes upward.
Toward here.

Point of weakness.

- Hello?
- I'm calling about Abu Nazir.

Something happened to him,
a tragedy.

You were with him then.
You have insight.

- Would it help if we met?
- I'm home.

Stay there.

Sergeant Brody called me.
He told me everything.

Your office at Langley's
being cleared as we speak.

I am about to solve
this fucking thing!

- Strip it.
- I'm so sorry.

I feel responsible in a way.

'Cause when you came back
from Baghdad, I knew.

You were damaged.

There's no time, Saul.

It's high purple.

My name is Nicholas Brody...

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

I have a wife...

and two kids...

who I love.

By the time you watch this...

you'll have read
a lot of things about me...

about what I've done.

And so I wanted to explain myself...

so that you'll know the truth.

On May 19, 2003...

as part of a two-man sniper team serving
in Operation Iraqi Freedom...

I was taken prisoner
by forces loyal to Saddam Hussein.

Those forces then sold me to
an Al-Qaeda commander, Abu Nazir...

who was operating a terrorist cell
from across the Syrian border...

where I was held captive
for more than eight years.

I was beaten...

I was tortured...

and I was subjected to long
periods of total isolation.

People will say I was broken...

I was brainwashed.

People will say that I was
turned into a terrorist...

taught to hate my country.

I love my country.

What I am is a marine...

like my father before me
and his father before him.

And as a marine,
I swore an oath...

to defend the United States of America
against enemies...

both foreign and domestic.

My action this day...

is against such domestic enemies...

the Vice President...

and members of his
national security team...

who I know to be liars
and war criminals...

responsible for atrocities
they were never held accountable for.

This is about justice
for 82 children...

whose deaths were never
acknowledged...

and whose murder is a stain
on the soul of this nation.

Hi.

- Any change?
- Afraid not.

How worried should we be?

Worried.

I haven't seen her like this
in a long time.

She's not eating.
She hasn't left her room in three days.

What about the lithium?

I thought you said
that'd be kicking in by now.

It has kicked in.

This is the depression
that comes in the wake of the mania.

It's actually much harder to treat.

Think some chicken soup would help?

It might.

Elixir of the gods.

- Can I go see her?
- Of course.

Saul.

What does being on
administrative leave mean exactly?

Well...

she's not gonna face any
criminal charges, thank God.

But we shouldn't kid ourselves.

She's never gonna set foot
in Langley again.

Hey, you.

Hey, Mr. Berenson.

Remember when I used to
call you that?

What?

Mr. Berenson.

Yeah.

A long-ass time ago.

Back when I could still piss
in a straight line.

How are you, Carrie?

I've been better.

Don't worry.
I can't stay long.

Why don't you tell me a story?

What kind of a story?

About a bad man named Nazir...

took a break from doing
bad things...

only nobody could figure out why.

You know I can't talk about that.

I know.

Until my security clearance
is restored. I know.

You need to concentrate
on getting better.

At least tell me that
you're still looking into it...

that you won't give up looking.

Will you promise me that?

Promise.

No, don't go.

Why did he do it?

Who?

Brody.

Why?

Do what?

Call Estes and...

rat me out like that.

Honestly, I can think of
a hundred reasons.

The man's running for Congress...

in case you forgot.

Think about it.

You're the last person
he needs in his life right now.

And vice versa.

- But, Saul...
- Listen to me.

This man has poisoned your thoughts.

He has cost you almost everything.

Forget him.

I can't, Saul. I can't.

My God.

You're in love with him.

Here goes. It's number O-72.

B-15.

Good night, Isabel.

Good night.

I'm looking at a lot of
distinguished faces here tonight.

Yours, Elizabeth,
the only reason I'm here at all.

Thank you for convincing me three years ago
to accept the nomination for Vice President.

Hear, hear.

And yours, Richard.

You are the core of what I'm confident
will be our next administration.

We've all been on a long,
difficult journey.

But tomorrow morning,
when I announce my candidacy...

we will throw down a gauntlet...

all of us here in this room...

promising to put America first again.

Hear, hear.

Good to see you, Walt.

- Are you ever gonna leave me?
- No.

Very nice.

You know, you're right.
It's a distinguished group.

Includes you, David.

It's a group worth protecting.
That's my point.

If you're asking me to call off tomorrow,
you know the answer.

I'm only suggesting
that we change the venue.

So I can announce the candidacy
from some hiding place?

You give them too much credit.
You know that?

- Who's that, sir?
- The enemy. Guys like Walker.

He can do a lot of damage.

To both of us.

Yes, he can.

But he's only one guy...

and you have the entire Homeland Security
apparatus at your disposal.

For both our sakes, take care of it.

And for God sakes, drink your champagne.
It's Billecart-Salmon.

Yes, sir.

Oh, not again.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but...
- I know. I know.

Residents only.

- What's it this time?
- It's a major policy address in the morning.

- Vice President, I think.
- Oh, fucker.

Ma'am?

Serves me right for buying two blocks
from the State Department.

Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience,
Mrs. Samler.

You have a nice night.
Officers.

Okay, Mrs. Samler.

Knock, knock.

Your night nurse is here.

I made spaghetti Amatriciana.

You know, Carrie,
you're gonna have to eat sooner or later.

Damn it, Carrie.
You are starting to scare me.

Go away.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Your sister gave me very strict orders.

So I'm gonna sit here with you
until you fall asleep.

Okay?

Smells good.

You sure you don't want a bite?

- Chris, can you get the butter out of the fridge?
- Yeah.

So you're not coming to
my karate match?

Buddy, I told you.
I got this event with the Vice President.

- I'm sorry.
- Chris, we talked about this, right?

Your dad will go to the next one.
Right?

Right.

All right. Dinner's ready.
Everybody sit down.

- Whose turn is it to say grace?
- Mine.

Dad, do you even know how to do it?

I think I can fake it.

Dear God...

bless this food to thy use...

and our lives to thy service.

And may you shine the light
of your love on this family...

hold them close...

and protect them always.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- How'd I do?
- Not bad.

The end of our lives is preordained.

We are not created for no reason.

We are only finding the path
we are meant to walk on.

So purify your soul.

Forget about the physical world...

and take the time left
to offer good deeds and obedience.

Remember, all of life's wasted time
is behind you now.

And the way forward is clear.

You were looking at the battle
before you engaged in it...

and now you see it
with your own eyes.

Allahu Akbar.

Dad.

What are you doing?
What's going on?

How long have you been
standing there?

Dana?

Dad, you're scaring me.

Don't be scared.

Was that Arabic?

Yeah.

What does it mean?

It means...

I converted to Islam.

I didn't say anything to anyone
because I didn't want to upset you guys.

Well, then it's a good thing
you didn't shoot a deer...

or step out on Mom,
or beat the shit out of Mike.

Okay. I deserve that.

Why do you wash your hands
and feet like that?

It's a ritual.

It's about purifying your mind and body
before presenting yourself to God.

Does Mom know anything about any of this?

No.

She wouldn't get it at all.

Our little secret then?

Yeah.

These are the kind of issues facing
Vice President Walden this morning...

as he prepares to give his remarks.

The Vice President will be joined
by staunch supporters...

from virtually every corner
of the defense establishment...

including the secretaries
of defense and state...

and the Joint Chiefs of Staff...

longtime adviser Elizabeth Gaines.

The speech comes just days after a bombing
in downtown Washington left five people dead...

and it's clearly timed to show...

in the next phase of the war
on terror.

Yet the exact nature of
those measures remains unclear.

At the C.I.A.,
Walden was widely credited...

for developing closer ties
with the armed forces...

taking a more militarized approach
to intelligence gathering...

and the elimination of insurgents.

Under Walden's leadership,
the use of drone strikes...

Virgil.

Became a key strategy
in the C.I.A.'s fight...

Virgil, where are my pills?
I need them!

Vice President Walden has met
with political resistance...

Virgil? Is anyone there?

Carrie?

I'm right here.

Here.

I need to get out of here.

Good. Great.

We'll go for a walk.

I want to go for a drive.

What are you doing here? You're supposed
to be at the State Department.

- I need your help with something first.
- What is that?

There's an 11-month gap
in Abu Nazir's activities.

Started around two years ago.

He goes silent,
like he fell off the face of the earth.

Theory is there might have been
some event that precipitated this...

something that hit him personally,
took him out of action for a while.

And whose theory is that?

Just look at this.

It's all redacted.
What the hell am I looking at?

I think it's a drone strike.

Why's that?

This reference number here.

- How'd you find this?
- Grid search.

Cross-referenced with Abu Nazir's likely
locations around the time in question...

and I got hundreds of hits.

None like this.

Can I ask why you were
even doing that?

I told you. There's a gap.

This gap, is it related to that wall of
garbage we found in Carrie's apartment?

- It was a timeline, David.
- It was classified material, Saul...

improperly removed
from this office...

assembled by a crazy woman
into a crazy collage...

and I don't even want to know
about your involvement in it.

Well, ask me.

- I'll tell ya.
- I said I don't even want to know.

I need you too much right now
to have you land in custody.

I need you to do your job.

- I think I am.
- You're not.

The Vice President is hosting
a highly visible conference today.

I asked you to be our man
on the ground there.

Go do it.

This is good.

Excellent!
I can't feel my hands.

We ought to sic him on Tom Walker.

- This is good.
- Okay. Let's go.

We're gonna be late.

- Sure you don't want to come?
- Well, I want to.

- Then do.
- Come on, guys. We settled this already.

- Next time.
- Sure.

Hey. Come on. Hey.

Come on, Bruce Lee.
You're gonna miss your bout.

- You got everything?
- Yeah.

Jess.

We're gonna be late.
I'll see you later.

The turn's right up here.

Just going for a little drive, huh?

We're driving, aren't we?

Yeah.

Great. You want to tell me
what the hell we're doing here?

Getting some fresh air.

No, I'm serious, Carrie. I have a van full
of equipment, a lot of it not exactly legal.

So why are we here?

- Carrie.
- In a few hours...

the Vice President's expected to announce
he's a candidate for President.

Okay.

Up ahead in that building
he'll be surrounded by his entire team.

I said why are we here?

Half the government's gonna be
in one spot...

and we've got a terrorist
on the loose.

- And you think this is the target.
- I think it's worth considering.

Okay, Carrie. Look.

First of all,
we don't have a terrorist on the loose.

We don't have anything.
You see these guys?

They have a terrorist on the loose, and
it's their job to do something about it.

- It's my job.
- Not anymore it's not.

It'll always be my job.
Don't you get that?

Look around, Carrie.

There is security up the wazoo here.

They are on it.
We are not needed.

No, all those guys...

they're thinking
it's a single sniper.

- Because that's what it is.
- No, it's not. It doesn't make sense.

Virgil, I...

I know I'm not wanted.

I know it's just us
in this stupid van, but...

I'm the same person I've always been,
and I need you to be on my side now.

I need you to say yes.

Okay.

Come on.
You gotta back it out. Let's go.

Sorry. Made a wrong turn.

Find a place to park this thing.

- Just a minute.
- The door's locked.

I'm getting dressed.

Dad, I really don't think
you should go to this thing today.

This thing...

is being hosted
by the Vice President.

So?

So...

he's counting on me.

To be there.

All they're saying on the TV
is how intense the security is.

The most since the inauguration,
that's what they're saying.

Well, then it's all taken care of.

We have nothing to worry about.

I guess.

Dad.

What?

Have you noticed how awkward it is having
this conversation through the door?

I think I heard my car arrive.

Will you let 'em know
I'll be a couple minutes?

Seeing you praying like that last night,
I think it kind of freaked me out.

Apparently.

As if it's not enough that Tom Walker
is running around out there with a gun.

You're safe.

Don't worry.

It's not me that I'm worried about.

I'll be fine.

Two minutes.

I still think
that you should stay here.

Be good.

Sergeant Brody.

- Who are you?
- Kandarian.

Secret Service.
I've been assigned to you for the day.

Let's go.

Saul Berenson found a redacted document
that points to the mission.

I thought that paper trail was burned.

You and me both.

What was he even looking for?

He was just fishing...

for some action that might have caused Abu
Nazir to drop out of sight around that time.

Based on what?

Some theory he has that the current
situation is blowback.

You tell him it doesn't matter
why terrorists do what they do.

I have.

He's a security expert.
He's not a fucking social worker.

- I know. I told him to drop it.
- Don't tell him. Make it happen.

This cannot get out.

Right?

Operation wasn't above my security
clearance. It was off the books.

Or it was taken off after the fact.

Yeah, well, you're right.

The reference number
implies a drone strike.

So, there's gotta be all kinds of
supporting documentation, yes?

That's the weird thing.
There's not.

- You check flight plans?
- Yeah.

- What about ops tapes?
- I went down and checked the vault myself.

The only thing that exists is this redacted
document you found on the grid search.

- It probably wasn't even supposed to be there.
- Obviously.

I'm stuck here like
some school crossing guard...

just so Estes can feel like
his ass is covered.

You want me to initiate
an official request for information?

No. I have a feeling that's
the last thing we want to do.

I could reach out to some drone pilots.

Sir.

Sorry.

No, let's not raise flags.
I'll follow up on it myself.

So, what are we looking for exactly?

Exactly I don't know.

It's not one thing, Virgil.
It's everything.

All the defense leaders will be here,
at least two dozen high-value targets.

- Yeah, so?
- So a single sniper is not gonna take them all out.

So you focus on the highest value target.

Why here, with all this security?

That's exactly what I've been saying.

You attack here if you're planning
to take them all out.

A group of people who are almost never
in the same place at the same time.

I'd really rather talk
about this conference...

and our need to rededicate our efforts
to the War on Terror.

Is that a course that the Vice President
would pursue as commander in chief?

Well, he'll be here shortly.
You can ask him yourself.

But the fact is we are not
comfortable with a war...

- We're on the wrong side of the barrier, Virgil.
- I agree.

Now come on. Let's go home.

Carrie, you are working
yourself up for nothing.

I wouldn't call a possible
terrorist attack nothing.

You can't say stuff like that.
Not here.

Don't worry. Everything's fine.
Is that what you want to hear?

It's a bit excessive, isn't it?
All this security?

Windows open, please.

I.D.'s?

Sergeant Brody.

Sure.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

Good to go.

Brody?

- What's he doing here?
- Do me a favor. Don't ask him.

I'm standing here because of him.
I lost my job because of him.

Carrie, we really should go now.

Carrie. Goddamn it, Carrie.

Nervous?

Well...

I'll be standing in there
with two cabinet secretaries...

couple of Joint Chiefs,
Head of Defense Intelligence.

I'm just a platoon sergeant.

You'll get used to it.

He's here.

- Sergeant Brody.
- Sir.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.

- Ms. Gaines, nice to see you again.
- And you.

Mr. Vice President.

- Thanks for coming out.
- Thank you for having me, sir.

- Get him inside.
- All right.

- Shit.
- Help! Help!

This way.

We have to get out of here.
Come on. Come on.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Nicholas Brody.
- Richard Halsted. I'm...

Secretary of Defense.
Believe me, I know who you are.

What a fuckup.

- Where's the Vice President?
- Who knows?

Where's the Vice President?

He's all right.
Just right behind us.

Goddamn it.

Berenson.

- It's me, Saul.
- I gotta call you back.

- No!
- Carrie, we've got a situation.

I know. I'm here.
Saul, you have to listen to me.

- What do you mean you're here?
- I saw the whole thing.

The woman that was hit,
Elizabeth Gaines, she is not the target.

Vice President was the target.
Walker missed.

Walker would not have missed once,
never mind three times!

This is just stage one.
The real attack has not come yet.

What real attack?
What are you talking about?

Following an assassination attempt,
they'll sequester the high-value targets.

That's protocol.

Right now, they're putting the Vice
President and his team out of sight...

in a single, small space.

They're supposed to be safe there,
but they're not. They're vulnerable.

- How?
- Brody.

Brody?
For Christ's sake, Carrie. Not this again.

Forget about before. This is now.

I saw him... Brody.

They hustled him right through the metal
detectors along with the Vice President.

- You even realize what you're saying?
- Yes.

He's planning on taking them all out.

That is what's coming!

We've been hearing chatter
for days now...

Marine One, Marine Two.
It's not the President's helicopter.

It's actual marines, Brody and Walker.

They are Marine One and Marine Two.

They're working together.
They must be. Saul, do you hear me?

Yeah, I do.

That's why Brody ratted me out,
'cause I was getting too close.

- God, it finally all makes sense.
- Yeah, sure.

Saul, you gotta get me in there.

There's a C.T. Officer named Benton.

- I know him.
- I'll send him out for you.

Okay. Thanks. Hurry.

Yeah. Bye.

There's a woman outside
the building, one of ours.

She's unstable,
and you need to contain her.

Her name's Carrie Mathison.

- I'm not getting stuck down here for a day and a half.
- That won't happen, sir.

I won't run and hide, you understand?

- No one's asking that. Just a little caution.
- Get your hands off me.

- My apologies.
- Fuck your caution.

- One of my closest friends just got shot.
- All right. I understand.

May I have your attention, please?

We've initiated a full lockdown protocol
for your protection.

That means this door will
remain closed...

until one of two things happens.

The sniper's apprehended...

We establish to our satisfaction
that he's left the vicinity...

and it's safe to leave the room.

- You fucking believe this?
- You're safe, sir. That's the priority.

Safe from what?
We look like a bunch of idiots.

Well, you're my advisers.

How about some advice?
How about some fucking advice?

How do we spin this?

There is nothing left to think about.

Clench your teeth.
Say the holy words.

Remember Issa.

That's all we can do.

I advise we wait, like the man said.

Is there a men's room here?
There better be.

Where is he? There's no time.

- Wait.
- There he is.

I said wait.

What's with all the backup?

Damn you, Saul.

- Virgil, am I crazy?
- Look, you know you are.

No, I mean about Brody.

Just tell me if I am.

- Virgil, I need to know.
- I don't know, okay? But I trust you.

- I need your keys.
- Where are you going?

- You don't want to know.
- All right, go. I'll run interference.

Benton!

Hey, which one of you guys is Benton?

Are you Benton?

Which one of you is Benton?

We're going to the hospital.
They'll know what's wrong with you.

Any word out there?

- No.
- Well, they said this could happen.

You okay?
You look a little peaked.

Well, not a fan of being
locked up, I guess.

You've reenergized him, you know.

- Sir?
- Walden.

He sees you as the living, breathing
vindication of everything he's ever done.

He's got big plans for you.

Wouldn't you know it?
No paper towels.

Another fuckup.

Oh, come on.

I'm coming!

No one is going in or out.

Eyewitnesses say the Vice President
and his supporters...

- were almost inside the building.
- My God.

Oh, my God. Yeah? What?

- What are you doing here?
- You're Dana, right?

- Yeah.
- I'm Carrie Mathison.

- I know who you are.
- It's about your dad.

- Was he hit?
- No.

- I saw on the TV that something...
- I know. I was there.

I saw it happen. He wasn't shot.
But, Dana, I need your help.

Can I come inside?

- You heard about Tom Walker?
- Yeah.

- How he was turned against us?
- Yeah.

- Did he shoot those people?
- Yes.

Dana, listen to me.

Your dad told me that you are the one
who understands him, who he listens to.

And this is very hard to say,
but your dad is working with Tom Walker.

They're working together.
They are carrying out an attack right now.

What are you talking about?

He is with the Vice President
and other innocent people.

He is going to kill them
if we don't stop them.

Okay. You have to call him
and just talk him down.

All right?

This will get you to the Secret Service.
That'll connect you.

We don't have much time.

You can do this, Dana.

Okay.

Hi. I'm at 3319 Chapman,
and it's an emergency.

There's an insane woman...

No! No! Dana!

- Get out!
- Dana, please. Get back inside!

- Get out of my house!
- Dana, please, get back inside.

- Get out! Please!
- Get back inside!

- Get out of my house!
- Dana!

- You must have noticed.
- Leave me alone!

- Something strange, him acting off.
- No, you're off!

- Just call him and make sure.
- Something is wrong with you!

- God! Why are you even here?
- I told you!

So we can stop him.

- Who's that with Dana?
- Just stay in the car.

- Leave me alone. Mom. Mom.
- What's going on?

She came here and she says
that dad is working with Tom Walker!

- Get in the house. Call the police right now.
- I already did.

- Dana, please. Please call him.
- Get away from her!

Jessica, listen.

What are you doing,
telling some crazy story to my daughter?

No, it's not crazy.

Tom Walker...

He has intentions to kill
the Vice President and his staff.

- You have to believe me.
- Believe you?

It's not too late to stop him.
I told Dana she needs to call him.

- You fucked my husband.
- And now you need to call him.

He tells you to get lost, and now
you're making up all this crazy shit.

- You're not listening to me.
- Of course I'm not listening to you.

Please, just call him.
You really don't want this happening.

- Are we okay here?
- No, we're not okay.

Okay, please. You don't understand
what's going on, any of you!

Ma'am...

The world is about to end,
and we're standing around talking!

- Ma'am, come with us.
- No! Get off of me!

- Come with us!
- Get off of me!

Do not move!

Stay down!

Stay... Stay there.

Shit.

You okay in there?

Yeah, fine.

We found the shooter's weapon
abandoned in an apartment a block away.

It shouldn't be too much longer,
we'll have you all out of there.

Great.

You sure you're okay?

I'm feeling a little sick actually.

- You need a doctor or anything?
- No. No.

- That won't be necessary.
- All right.

Sergeant Brody.

I got a call for you
from your daughter.

She says it's an emergency.

Go on.

- Dana?
- Dad. Where are you?

Dana, I gotta call you back.

No, Dad, no. There was...

There was this crazy woman
at our house, the one that...

that, you know, you were with...

and she was saying all these things about
you, and I just, I had to hear your voice.

Dad?

Dad?

Yeah. Yeah, but, Dana, I...

Dad, she said that you were working with
Tom Walker, that you're a terrorist.

- I'm not.
- I know, Dad. I know. Of course you're not.

I wouldn't have believed her, because
you would never do anything like that, ever.

Ever.
I didn't believe her at all.

Dana, I'm here with a group of people.
Look, I've gotta go.

No, Dad, don't.

We're just...
We're in a holding area, and...

you know,
they're about to let us out.

So you're coming home?

Sure.

Tell me that.

- Yeah, I'm coming home.
- No, Dad, don't say it like that.

Dad, promise me.

You have to promise me
that you're coming home, Dad.

Dad?

Dad, you have to promise me.

I need you.

You know that.

I'm coming home, Dana.

I promise.

Okay.

Thank you.

Copy that.

All right. We're clear.

We're clear.

Nick. You look like shit.

Come on. What a fuckin' day.

Our thoughts and prayers
go out to her family...

as does this pledge.

Her murder will not go unpunished.

For this reason...

I stand before you today
to officially announce...

my intention to run for President
of the United States...

and to rededicate myself
and this nation...

Yes, of course. Yes. Anytime.

To the fulfillment of the promise...

That was the police.

They want to know
if we want to press charges.

Fear, ladies and gentlemen.

Brody, are you listening to me?

- What did you tell them?
- That I would talk to you.

I'll take care of it.

This woman is sick.

There's something
seriously wrong with this woman.

So whatever you decide...

I don't want to ever hear her name
in this house again.

- I said I'll take care of it!
- Good.

I'm gonna go see
if Dana's doing better.

Saul.

Mr. Vice President.

Give us five minutes?

- Let's make it 10, be on the safe side.
- Ten.

- How's Mira?
- Oh, great. Thanks.

No doubt you and David Estes have
already huddled about this mess.

What are you playing at, Saul?

I call it fuck the terrorists.

Try to remember where you are, huh?

I know exactly where I am, sir.

Are we on the same side?

Because your tone suggests otherwise.

I'm trying to find out
what happened yesterday, why.

I'm trying to stop it
from happening again.

And you think this redacted file
will help you to do that?

I can't know anything until I see
what's under all those black lines.

Trust me, Saul.

This is nothing but a turd.
Let it lie.

You were my boss
for three and a half years.

Did I ever once let anything lie?

- I'm saying this would be a good time to start.
- I don't agree.

'Cause the other thing
you might remember about me...

I'm a sentimentalist.

I like to hold on to things...

for old time's sake.

Whoever told the American people these
interrogation tapes had been destroyed was mistaken.

Coercion, cruelty, outright torture.

Makes for very unhappy viewing.

You gave the orders, William.

You gave the orders.

You're blackmailing me.

And you'll stay with us.
The girls have fixed up a room for you.

Little heavy on the flowers,
but they're very excited.

Thank you, Maggie.

I told them that you'd need to rest,
but not, you know, why, exactly.

Carrie?

- Did you know he was here?
- No.

Carrie, what are you doing?

There are criminal charges pending.
You shouldn't talk to him.

I have to.

Brody, I...

You broke into my house.

You terrified my daughter.
She's 16 years old, by the way. Sixteen.

I'm sorry.

They asked me what
I wanted to do about it, the police did.

- What did you tell them?
- Nothing yet.

It'll depend on you.

For the last time, Carrie...

I am not what you think I am.

- I'm sorry.
- You keep saying that. It's not enough.

I know about your condition.

David Estes told me.

Carrie...

you need to get some help.

I am.

And you need to stay away from me...

and from my family.

You set up surveillance.

You watched me.

- You pushed your way into my life, and for what?
- Okay.

Fun?

It's crazy what you did.

- You understand that?
- I said okay.

What does that mean?

I understand.

I'll stay away from you.
You have my word.

Good-bye, Brody.

Good-bye, Carrie.

Home now?

The hospital.

Oh, fuck.

- Is Abu Nazir in the target area or not?
- We believe so.

You sure you want to see this?

What you've been hiding from me?
Yeah, I do.

We have 80% certainty on Nazir.

A ground assault is preferable,
in terms of collateral damage.

But impossible in the time frame.

- That's a school, sir.
- Don't cloud the issue.

If Abu Nazir is taking refuge
among children...

he's putting them at risk, not us.

So, we're agreed?

Good to go.

It's our joint opinion
the potential collateral damage...

falls within current matrix parameters.

Good God.

Somebody actually came up
with that language.

That was two years ago.

You reported to me at that time,
yet you said nothing.

- Because you would have stopped it.
- Yeah.

None of this would have happened.

No dead children...

no cover-up, no Carrie Mathison
drummed out of the Agency.

Leave her out of this.

You don't think
when she got a lead on Nazir...

first one in over seven years...

it wasn't worth mentioning
this drone strike?

Even in private to me?

Or does your career
on the coattails of the Vice President...

trump national security?

Really, I'm fascinated to know.

The world changed, Saul...

right under your nose.

Answer the damn question.

I am. We're about projecting
American power now...

degrading Al-Qaeda militarily.

You want to play softball spy games,
go join the Germans or the French.

I am this fucking close...

to picking up the phone...

and calling the New York Times.

No, you're not.

You know why?

Because telling the world
we killed 82 kids on purpose...

would endanger every one
of your case officers in the field...

not to mention
every American soldier on the ground.

You would essentially
be handing the enemy...

the biggest recruitment tool
since Abu Ghraib.

Gotta say, I'm impressed
you had the balls to show up.

I'm impressed you're alive.

Care to explain?

We both got to the same place, Nick.

I just got there a lot quicker.

Now, you want to tell me
what happened yesterday?

I don't answer to you, Tom,
and I didn't come here to make excuses.

- What the fuck happened?
- I came here 'cause you got a direct line to Nazir.

- Fuck Nazir.
- My vest malfunctioned. Okay?

Bullshit!

You fuckin' panicked.

Tom...

maybe what happened yesterday
was a good thing.

What if I had detonated that vest?

What would be different?
Ask yourself that.

Today, they'd have just replaced Walden
with somebody else.

- So the fuck what?
- So?

It means I'm close...

to the next President
of the United States, Tom.

That puts me in a unique position.

Nazir?

You listening to this garbage, Nazir?

I am listening.

What do you want me to do?

Put Nicholas on the phone.

Nazir?

Is it true what you say?

Yes. I hit the switch,
but nothing happened.

I meant about the Vice President.

Yes, it's true.

At the very least...

I'd be able to influence policy
at the highest levels.

Why kill a man
when you can kill an idea?

That's what I'm thinking.

Nazir, are you still there?

I want to believe what you are saying.

But to help me believe...

I need a demonstration
of your commitment.

Name it.

You did it once
or at least you thought you did.

There is a wild card in this new play.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Nicholas?

Yeah, I understand.

Then say good-bye, and tell Walker
I need to speak with him privately.

He wants to talk to you.

It's done.

There were a million calls
while you were out.

Press mostly,
but the Vice President's office too.

You okay?

Yeah, better.

And, Jess, I'm sorry that
I was short with you before.

It's okay.

I'm surprised you're
keeping it together at all.

Thank you.

- For what?
- Everything.

- Excuse me, sir. Excuse me, sir!
- Yeah, yeah.

- I'm sorry, sir. This is a locked ward.
- I've got a pass.

It's here somewhere.

Looking for Pre-op.

- It's across the hall, on the right.
- Where'd you say?

- On the right, second door.
- Thank you.

Just a little sting.
How you feeling, honey?

Fine.

- Take that thing out of her arm.
- Saul.

- Sir.
- Out of my way. It's fuckin' barbaric.

- I won't allow it.
- Gerald!

- Saul, please.
- I'm getting you out of here right now.

- Right now!
- Saul, stop.

Just listen to me.
This was...

I want to do this thing.

What?

It was my decision.
I told them to go ahead.

Your decision
to have shock treatment?

It's not Cuckoo's Nest, Saul.

They use ultra brief pulses now,
and it's called electroconvulsive therapy.

I don't care what it's called. They still
attach electrodes to your skull, don't they?

Still jolt you into a seizure?

I need to do something.
I can't take this anymore.

Yes, you can.

You're the strongest person I know.

This will pass.

No, it won't pass.

It's only getting worse.

Carrie, please, there's
alternatives to this.

- You don't have to let 'em fuck with your brain.
- My brain's already fucked.

Yeah?
It's a brain I happen to love.

Is everything okay, Ms. Mathison?

- Everything's fine.
- You sure?

Thanks. Yeah, really.

What about the side effects?
Memory loss.

Well, it's only short-term.

It's usually temporary.

A lot of what's happened lately,
I'd kind of like to forget anyway.

That's not even remotely funny.

Saul, I've made up my mind.

I'm grateful for the concern,
but I just...

I can't live like this anymore.
It needs to stop.

Yeah.

Well...

You shouldn't feel all bad.

I mean...

it hasn't been
an unmitigated disaster.

You were wrong about Brody...

but you were right about Nazir.

Tell me. The yellow?
His period of dormancy?

Yeah. He was in mourning.

His son died in a drone strike,
northern Iraq.

- Which son?
- Youngest.

Ten years old.

Along with 82 of his madrassa classmates.

Apparently,
the Vice President gave the order.

How on earth did I miss that?

You didn't.

The record's been wiped clean...

expunged...

like it never happened.

Thanks for telling me.

You deserved to know.

Saul, do you think there's any chance
that I could appeal my termination?

No.

Dad.

What you doing up here?

Came out to fix the leak in the skylight.

With a beer?

That came later.

I never knew we had views.

The Schwartz backyard. Nice.

Well...

Do you mind if I join you?

No, of course not.

You ready?

This is the anesthetic
I was telling you about.

I want you to start
counting backwards from 100.

100...

99, 98...

97...

96...

95...

Issa.

- Hey. You're with me.
- Issa, no!

Issa.

Issa. Issa.

Nazir's son. Brody knew him.

Don't let me forget.

What did she say?

Nothing. It's the anesthetic.
Everyone does it.

She's asleep.

Okay, we're ready.

Paddles on.