All language subtitles for Homeland.S05E05.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KiNGS

Previously on Homeland...

Your name's on a kill list.

Saul put your name on the list.

- Saul?
- Now play fucking dead.

You got to disappear.
This picture buys you time.

Quinn, in the last two years,
I tried to find you.

I never stopped thinking
about you.

Well, how do I look?

Korzy?

What did you do
with those documents?

We're going to be rich.

My Russian friend paid big.

I caught a diplomat
fucking Katja on tape.

So,

you have something for me.

You don't know
what you are doing.

One of my ambitions in life

is to be a trusting person.

I want to trust you.

Unfortunately, I am cynical.

- Take me to your drop.
- No, I'll handle it.

You are telling me
that someone I trust

more than I've ever
trusted anyone

is trying to kill me.

If you had a plan
to replace Assad,

we understand that it would be
with General Youssef.

You have a loyal following
among the high-ranking officers.

We believe they will support you
to lead your country.

To lead my...

When you replace Assad.

- There's only one number in the memory.
- Call it.

Yes?

Christ, I really thought
I left all this behind.

The Islamic State
ISIS proclaimed itself

to be a worldwide caliphate
with authority over...

...redraw the map
in the Middle East.

The soldiers are
hackers, the battlefield is online,

and it's not a matter of...

Edward Snowden is a coward.

...extremely disappointed
that the Russian government

would take this step.

It's against the law,
it's against the fucking law.

All that suffering,
and nothing changes.

Is our strategy working?

I actually convinced myself
we were gonna change the world.

Carrie will never be free.

Spend my life on
the run, give up my daughter?

I don't know how
you live with yourself.

I will fight you forever.

Who's after me?

So many people,
so much blood on your hands.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

I don't know.

I'm trying.

Yeah.

The Swiss Federal Police
are ten minutes out.

We kept them away
as long as we could.

How much do they know?

It was
an intelligence operation.

There was an accident.

What about who was on the plane?

Not yet.

Well, we're gonna
have to tell them sometime.

My feeling is,
they'll be patient.

We have kept them in the loop.

At least nominally.

Frankly my main concern
is what went down here.

You have a working theory?

Somebody betrayed us.

You think?

I have every member
of the medical team

who operated on General
Youssef's daughter

in an interrogation room
right now.

What if the breach
was back in Berlin,

or at Langley?

I'm not going there yet.

Let's hope to hell
you don't have to.

Give us a minute.

Scheisse.

Astrid.

It's me.

Carrie Mathison.

Nice wig.

Very retro.

You look like one
of the Baader-Meinhof gang.

Do you mind if we talk
in the car?

A little paranoid, are we?

Please.

I've, I've got no one else
to turn to.

What about your former employer?

They've been looking
for you anyway...

I imagine to discuss your
recent adventures in Lebanon.

I don't know
who I can trust there.

But you trust me.

Peter Quinn does.

Be my guest.

I need your help.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not sure slashing
my tire is the best way to ask.

Do you know who this man is?

Was.

Well, yes.

How did he get dead?

That's a long story.

Does it look like I'm in a rush?

This is not a joke.

No one can know about this.

I am literally putting
my life in your hands.

The assassination attempt
in Lebanon,

During was not the target,
I was.

And you know this, how?

That's not important.

What's important
is that the people

who targeted me think I'm dead,
but who knows how long

before they realize
that's not true?

Who are "they"?

It's unclear.
Whoever they are,

they're connected to this man.

I don't recognize him.

He tried to kill Quinn.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

What's that supposed to mean?

Peter does his own legwork.
Always.

You wouldn't be here unless
he got himself hurt somehow.

Is he okay?

He'll live.

I want to see him.

Now is not a good time.

Wait.

Give me the picture.

I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks.

I'm not doing this for you.

Yeah, I think
we're clear on that.

No one can know
that you've seen me.

- No one.
- You said.

He rises.

You were gone a long time.

Well, apparently Astrid
likes to sleep in.

I waited for almost an hour.

Was she able to ID our guy?

Not off the top of her head.

But she said she'd do
some looking.

For your sake.

She likes me...
what can I say?

Her one redeeming quality,
as far as I can tell.

Jesus, Quinn, you're burning up.

I'm fine.

No, you are not.

Let me see.

- No.
- Let me see!

That does not look good.

I'm first-stage septic.

Fuck me.

Tell me what to do.

How do you feel
about armed robbery?

There's an emergency room

about a mile down the street

on Ritterstrae.

What're you doing?

What I should've done
last night,

calling Jonas.

His sister's a doctor.

Where have you been?

Katja's dead.

Yeah, I know.

It's horrible.

The police were here.

They wanted to talk to Korzenik.

Has he been in today?

No.

Shit.

Why?

You think he killed her?

Who, Korzenik?

Of course not.

Look, Katja had a regular

who worked
at the Russian embassy.

Do you know who he is?

Boris.

Not his real name, probably.

Would you recognize him
if you saw him again?

Yeah.

A real pig.

Come with me.

When was the last time
he was here?

Four days ago, I think.

There!

That's him?

You sure?

Yeah.

Put it high enough.

It has to cover everything.

I don't understand.

Anything they see...
even the paint on the wall...

they'll use it to
try to find me.

I meant, if this
is so dangerous,

I don't understand why
you're doing it at all.

I owe it to Katja and Korzy.

Hello, citizens of the world.

I'm Gabe H. Coud.

The following video
shows a man...

a pig...

who works at the Russian embassy
in Berlin, Germany,

who murdered Katja Keller,
an innocent person,

and who disappeared
her partner Armand Korzenik.

This is a call to arms.

Meeting place
is the Russian embassy

tomorrow at noon
to demand answers.

It is only when
our voices are united

that we become
too loud to ignore.

How was that?

Good.

Quinn?

Quinn?

Come in, quickly.

You don't look hurt.

You said you were hurt.

Please!
It's not safe out there.

You said this was for you.

Well, it's not.

Hey!

Last time I saw you,

you were running into the woods
with a rifle.

Screaming about assassins
and-and avenging angels

and then...

nothing.
Three days, nothing.

And then you call
and tell me you're injured.

Seriously injured.
What the fuck, Carrie?

- You're right.
- On top of everything else,

I'm putting my sister's
medical license

- at risk here.
- Okay.

There is a guy in the next room.
He's been shot.

If we don't get an IV
into him now,

he's not gonna make it.

Who is he?

He's a friend.

He's a colleague, okay?

I'll-I'll explain later.

I promise.

Why should I do
anything for you?

I don't know.

You have the antibiotics?

Wash your hands.

I need your help.

You've hardly said ten words
since we left Geneva.

Still in shock, I guess.

It's shocking.

I actually convinced myself
we were gonna change the world.

Yeah.

Wasn't the Syrians, though.

No?

How do you figure?

If the Mukhabarat
had even a whiff of this,

that plane never would've gotten
off the ground in Damascus.

Who then?

The Iranians?

The Russians?

Someone who had a vested
interest in keeping Assad

in the presidential palace,

that's for sure.

Or keeping
General Youssef out of it.

What do you mean?

Mossad.

They're hardly fans
of the general.

And didn't Etai send up
a flare the other night?

He did.

So?

I don't buy it.

Why not?

The simple answer is
usually the correct one.

Nothing simple about Israel

sabotaging one
of our operations.

What?

Aren't we going to your place?

I won't be able
to sleep tonight.

I thought I'd go in and get a
head start on the OpSec review.

Don't forget your bag.

What if he doesn't get better?

He will.

What if he doesn't?

Will you take him
to the hospital then?

Would your sister come
and examine him first?

She might, if I ask her to,

but I won't involve my
family in this anymore.

Okay.

I get that.

I won't be involved
anymore, either.

You've done
more than enough, Jonas.

Thank you.

I mean that.

No one should have
to live like this.

I just said you don't have to.

I'm not talking about me.

Well, I don't have a choice.

Yes, you do.

Well, I wish that were true.

This is insane.

Assassination attempts,
gun battles in the street.

You've got to find
a way to stop all this, Carrie.

This...

I don't want to lose you.

I can't lose you.

I thought I had.

Allison.

I was beginning to think
you weren't coming.

Yet here I am.

How are you?

- How am I?
- Mm-hmm.

How the hell do you think I am?

Oh, I think you should be
satisfied.

Look.

All went as planned.

Ticktock... all is good.

It did not.

How so?

I got a call from Vasily
on the tarmac.

Except it wasn't Vasily
on the other end of the line.

I was afraid of that.

What do you mean
you were afraid of that?

Hmm, no. Not your problem.

Don't worry about it.

Not my problem somebody got
a hold of Vasily's cell phone?

I have to assume
it was Saul Berenson's hit man.

Exactly.

And-and what happens
when he and Saul compare notes

and realize
that it was me who put

Carrie Mathison's name
in that kill box.

A conversation like this
might lead to the SVR.

Might even lead to me.

It will never, ever lead to you.

Okay?

As I told you, my problem.

You better be fucking right.

You better fucking relax,
Allison.

This was your problem.

As you can see,

that problem was solved.

Jesus Christ.

My nerves are shot.

Hey.

Just a little farther
now, okay?

Almost there.

Easy for you to say.

Don't be scared of him.

Who... Dar Adal?

He's a pussycat.

We've put out the milk.

He will lap it up, believe me.

It's gonna take
a lot more than that

to turn him against Saul.

Wait and see.

Saul's weakness is Israel.

Dar Adal knows it.

So when he comes to you...

and he will come...

play hard to get.

Then go to Saul
with the passenger manifest.

Okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Ciao, cacao.

Ivan, please?

Stay with me a little longer.

Sure.

Come in.

I thought you were
still in Geneva.

Something's come up.

Tell me.

Is Saul still in the building?

He put his head in
about five minutes ago.

The two of you had dinner

at Etai Luskin's home
on Friday night.

We did.
It was a Passover Seder.

Saul invited me.

As his guest?

Yes.

Your contact report
said the conversation

was casual, friendly?

It was.

The bomb that took down

General Youssef's plane
was magnetic.

You're kidding.

Set to go off at 20,000 feet.

There was
a malfunction apparently.

We were lucky to recover it
is what you're saying.

Very.

The techs claim it's
virtually identical

to what Israel's using

against Iran's
nuclear scientists.

I assume you know
that Saul and Etai go way back.

Africa, wasn't it?

Nairobi.

They were young
and idealistic together.

A bond was formed.

Surely you don't think Saul...

I don't know what to think!

But it's not something
we can ignore.

Put a team on him.

Just to be clear, sir.

On Etai, right?

No, on Saul.

Eyes, ears, the works.

I want to know
who he's meeting with

and what he's saying to them.

What's all this?

Just trying to reconstruct
a list of anyone at Langley

who had operational clearance.

You should take a look
at this first.

What is it?

Passenger manifest for
Lufthansa Flight 667

leaving from Berlin to
Geneva on Saturday morning.

Saturday,

as in the day before yesterday?

That's correct.

Third page.

Seat 23-C, the
highlighted name.

"Petrich, Michael.

Professor
of applied sciences...

at Beuth University."

Do I know this man?

I'm afraid so.

CCTV from the
security line at Tegel.

Etai.

He was there, Saul,
in Switzerland,

the day General Youssef's
plane went down.

Petrich is one of his
many known covers.

Tell me about it.

Do we know where he went?

Or who he met with?

I've only just found out
about the flight myself.

Have you told Dar?

No, I came to you first.

Good.

Keep it between us
for the time being.

Okay.

Where are you going?

Ja.

...where hundreds of people
have gathered in response

to a video posted
anonymously online,

accusing
a Russian consular official

of murder
and possible kidnapping.

- In fact, the embassy Web site...
- Carrie, have you seen this?

You should see this.

...was shut down for almost
two hours this morning,

replaced by footage
of the alleged official

having sex with two prostitutes.

The authenticity of the footage
cannot be confirmed,

but the hack on the Web site
went on to include

allegations that the SVR,

Russia's external
intelligence agency,

killed a young woman named
Katja Keller

in an attempt to buy
classified CIA documents.

What does this mean?

Give me a minute.

The Russian diplomatic mission
in Germany has released...

Hello?

It's me.

What the hell's happening
at the Russian embassy?

You heard about that already?

Yeah, it's all over
the Internet.

They keep mentioning classified
documents... are they

the same ones Laura Sutton was
writing about last week?

One would assume.

He said as much on the video.

- Who did? - The hacker who crashed
the embassy Web site.

The same guy who
cyber-penetrated Berlin Station?

Apparently.

Uh, what about
the photo I gave you?

Any luck there?

Actually, yes.

Name is Vasily Kovas.

Chechen born.

Formerly a contract killer

for Russian organized crime
here in Berlin.

The Tambovskaya?

Among others.

"Formerly," you said.

Before he went out on his own.

Any way to connect him to what's
going on at the embassy?

Well, I can think
of at least one way.

What's that?

He's done a bunch of freelance
jobs for the SVR lately.

What?

Yeah.

Real tough guy.

Astrid, I'm gonna have
to call you back.

What is it?

What did she say?

God, I've been such a fool.

It's been staring me
right in the face.

What has?

Quinn needs to hear this, too.

Did you get a name?

Got more than that.

That guy who tried to kill you
works for Russian intelligence.

That's who got in the middle
of your operation.

Saul didn't put my name in that
kill box, the Russians did.

- Why?
- Well, think about it.

The stuff Laura Sutton published
last week was only part

of what was hacked
out of Berlin Station.

So there was something in
the additional documents

the SVR didn't want you to see.

Correct.

- Uh, what are you doing? - If you're going
back out there again, I'm coming with.

No, hey, hey, hey,
Quinn, lie back.

- It's too dangerous.
- It's not.

No one's after me
at the moment thanks to you.

Where's Laura?

Last I heard, she was
reaching out to her source.

The hacker?

Yes. Not sure if
they ever connected.

Well, I need to see those
documents, whoever's got them.

Let me call her.

Hey, you gonna be all right?

I'd be better if you'd get
the hell out of Dodge.

I can't do that, not now.

We'll talk about it
when I get back, okay?

Okay, yeah, danke.

The office says she's
at the Russian embassy

covering the
demonstration there.

I'm gonna need you
to look after him for a while.

- Carrie, listen to me.
- I'll just be a few hours.

It's the last thing I will
ask you to do, I swear.

Private plane went down
near Geneva this weekend.

I assume you're aware.

I heard rumors.

What about?

A near-epic operation
gone south.

Family members, not just
principals, among the dead.

The matter we discussed
at the Seder the other night.

- Hmm?
- I need to know the source of your intel.

You know, a man
with a paranoid cast of mind

might think that you think
we had something to do

with bringing down that plane.

Maybe your source was shopping
his wares to someone else.

Maybe you should grow a pair
of tits and go fuck yourself.

Let's talk about where you
were the day before yesterday.

- You mean Saturday?
- Yes, I mean Saturday.

Yeah, but if you already know,
what's the point of asking?

Well, what were you
doing in Switzerland?

I can't tell you.

I was recruiting a
potential asset, okay?

Who?

That I won't tell you.

Anyway, it was a waste of time.

- He never showed.
- So it's just a coincidence you were there?

Yeah, a troubling one, I admit.

Troubling?

The night before you were
giving me an earful

about regime change
in Damascus.

Another coincidence,
I'm afraid.

I'm sure you can see
how this looks

from where I'm standing.

We didn't do it, Saul.

We didn't murder the
general you never met

to discuss the coup that
you weren't planning.

Well, somebody did.

Just as you cannot be
a little pregnant,

so you cannot be a
little totalitarian.

Our entire youth is being
monitored, everything we do,

and we don't know
what that might mean,

how it might be used against us.

So what are you guys?

Chaos Chess Club,
Pirate Party, Tactical Tech?

None of the above.

Do you consider Gabe H. Coud

to be the most dangerous
man in cyberspace?

He is now.

Is he here?

- Do you know?
- Of course.

- Where?
- Right here.

I'm him.

- So am I.
- Me, too.

Je suis Gabe H. Coud.

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!
Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!
Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud...

Do you guys speak English?

I do.

I'll give you 20
euro for your mask.

Make it 50.

Done.

Thanks.

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!
Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!
Je suis Gabe H. Coud...

Hey!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis
Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud!
Je suis Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis
Gabe H. Coud!

Je suis Gabe H. Coud...

Hello?

Laura, it's me, Carrie.

Carrie? What the hell?

You should probably
get out of here.

- Police are about to move in and break up
the protest. - How do you know that?

Because I'm watching them
get ready right now.

I really need to talk to you.

What about?

Meet me at the
Ostbahnhof station.

Lose your cameraman.

Walk, don't run.

- This happened when?
- About 45 minutes ago.

I take it we didn't
have ears on it?

No way to get a parabolic
mic close enough.

Plus the water feature
in the garden.

I'll be damned.

It's hardly a smoking gun, sir.

Excuse me?

I mean, there's probably
another explanation.

This could be about something
completely unrelated.

You don't know me. Sit down
and take out your phone.

What's going on?

Take out your phone

and make like
you're talking on it.

Okay, good. Thanks for coming.

Another phone trick,

I'm gonna have
to remember these.

Jonas told me you were looking
for your hacker friend.

Did you ever track him down?

Why?

I need to see
the rest of the material

he got from the CIA.

- Not gonna happen.
- Laura, look,

I know we're not best friends,
but you got to believe me,

- we are on the same side here.
- You don't understand.

People are dying because
of what's in those documents.

Let me finish.

I don't have them, Carrie.

What?

Numan doesn't either.

Numan?

Apparently a buddy of his
double-crossed him

and sold them to someone
inside the Russian embassy.

He's got to have
a backup somewhere.

Unless he's a really good liar,
I don't think so.

- Fuck.
- Hey.

Hey.

Can I make a suggestion?

Numan didn't have the only copy.

What do you mean?

He downloaded the shit, right?

But it's not like he deleted it
from the server.

The files are still
at the CIA someplace.

Maybe you can get one
of your friends there...

They are not my friends.

Do you not get that?

Jesus, I'm poison to them.

Yeah?

Well, it's not like you've got

a ton of options right now.

God, you're shaking.

I'm just cold.

Okay, come on.

Don't.

Jesus.

I'm okay.

No, you're not.

You call an ambulance,

you condemn her to death.

I can't just sit here
and watch you die.

Then fuck off somewhere else.

That's not a choice, either.

If I'm found like this

in a hospital or in a morgue,

Carrie will never be free.

Oh, you people are
out of your fucking minds.

You'd do the same
if you were me.

- I would not.
- For her, you would.

No. I would never put myself
in that situation.

What? What's so goddamn funny?

You're already
in that situation.

Hello?

Hello?

Laura didn't have the documents.

I'm gonna be a little longer
than I thought.

How much longer?

- A couple hours.
- That's not going to work.

Your friend's
in really bad shape.

Tell me.

He lost a lot of blood.

Jonas, you're gonna have
to call your sister.

She's just going to say

he needs to go
to the emergency room.

You don't know that.

Carrie, he is dying!

Okay, then.

Call an ambulance.

- Do what you have to do.
- Ca-Carrie...

Damn it.

Quinn!

Hello. I need to get a
wake-up call at 6:15 AM.

Go away.

"Only God is permitted
to give life and to take life."

I said,

go away.

I want.

I cannot.

God has sent me to help you.

Un-fucking-believable.

Un-fucking-believable.

You are injured.

Please, I will take you
to a hospital.

No hospital.

Just leave me the fuck alone.

You're a runner now, huh?

Yeah.

Since when?

Since Mira filed for divorce.