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Previously on Homeland...

You ever been in a war zone?

Didn't think so.

There's a line between us
that you drew.

Forget that...
it's a fucking wall.

Stay on our own
sides of it, okay?

Now, listen... you represent

the greatest penetration
of American intelligence

in fucking history.

You have two choices.

Either we turn you
back over to the CIA

or maybe I can
get you to Israel.

I can't do it.

Welcome to Operation
Iraqi Freedom.

That bad, huh?

Worse. Sit.

What I need is two weeks
in the West Indies.

Saint Lucia.

There's a little bar
on a beach.

Banana Joe's.

Best daiquiris on the planet.

You cannot
take weapons into Syria.

What weapons?

Saul.

You have to go.

Tovah made a deal with Dar Adal.

He's on his way to get you.

Come, come, this way.

Did you find the man
you were looking for?

Not exactly,
but I have his laptop.

Carrie.

I'm in Ahmed's computer.

What just happened?

Just a screen saver.

Push the space bar.
That'll get rid of it.

There's a little bar...
Banana Joe's.

Best daiquiris on the planet.

Allison.

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.

What is this place?

A friend of mine's
son is a sculptor.

Studio's on the third floor.

Thank you.

You broke his heart, you know.

When you lobbied against his bid
for the directorship.

Both our hearts got broken.

Well, his is older,

weaker.

Well, I wish I were
bringing him better news now.

Quickly.

Saul.

Come here.

A screen saver.

A photograph
of the exact same bar

in the West Indies Allison
mentioned all those years ago.

- Mentioned?
- Well...

more than mentioned.

She went on and on about it.

It was her favorite place
on Earth...

the drink, the view,
the gorgeous men.

Well, that's hardly
definitive, Carrie.

It connects her
to Ahmed Nazari.

She's already connected to him.

You said he was her asset
in Baghdad. An important one.

Well, this suggests a deeper,
more personal relationship.

You mean sexual?

- Well, I'm not sure.
- Well, what, then?

There was some suspicion Nazari
was embezzling American dollars

earmarked
for the justice sector.

- So the motive might be money.
- Well, there was a hell of a lot of it

- floating around at that time.
- True.

I'm still not clear why that
makes you think Allison's

working for the Russians.

Because Nazari is.

And because who else had access

to your killbox operation
with Quinn?

She wanted me dead, Saul.

She tried three times.

Anything to stop me
from getting a look

at those hacked documents.
Anything to keep

from being exposed
for what she truly is.

You're still not convinced?

Frankly, no.

Why not?

Because I don't want to be.

The implications
are serious, I'm aware.

Implications are catastrophic.

It'd mean the Russians
have been inside

our intelligence apparatus
in Europe for almost a decade.

Exactly.

Which is why you can't
just ignore this, Saul.

You need to know,
one way or the other.

Get up, man.

Good.

Those drums you picked up
in Kosovo...

you have any idea
what was in 'em?

Drink.

You don't have a clue.

Methyl difluorophosphite.

DF. Combined with
isopropyl alcohol,

it makes sarin gas.

And you've never killed anyone.

There's enough in those drums

to kill thousands of people.

Sarin is a fucked-up
way to die.

Don't talk. Drink.

It attacks the
respiratory center

of the nervous system,

paralyzes the muscles
around the lungs.

You convulse, you vomit,
your bladder

and your bowels evacuate.

Fine.

No water for you.

You see for yourself...
there's videos online.

Google "Ghouta, Syria."

I wouldn't go that far,
Herr Adler.

The case against her
is compelling

on a number of fronts.

I've heard the case.
Now tell me why we're here,

what you want from us.

We have an operational proposal.

We need your help
to put it into effect.

Naturally.

The aim is to deliver
proof of her treason.

Evidence that would stand up
in an American court of law.

That's asking a lot.

That would require
a full surveillance package.

Car, apartment, drive-by teams.

Correct. Ideally getting her
on tape, incriminating herself.

Which means we'd also have to
plant something on her person.

A mic in her handbag,
software on her phone.

I can do that part.

How the hell, Saul?

I owe her a visit anyway.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

I'll make it unannounced.

And all this without

any consultation
or sanction from Langley?

Neither of us is in a position

to pitch anything
to our service.

No kidding.
I believe you're the ones

considered to be disloyal
at the moment.

What's in it for us, anyway?

The last time we
stuck our necks out for you,

it wasn't a happy ending.

Fair enough.

But if Allison Carr's
a Russian agent,

you've got as much
to lose as we do.

Arguably more.

Okay. We're listening.

Saul.

Couldn't risk calling.

What the hell's going on?

Everyone's furious at you.

Including you?

Including me.

I take it you never
heard from Carrie.

No, I never did.

Are we ever gonna
get those documents back?

I don't know.

- Jesus, Saul.
- Here, sit down.

I need to tell you something.

I'm being offered
political asylum in Israel.

That's not what I heard.

I heard they want
nothing to do with you.

Well, you heard wrong.

You were scheduled
to be turned over to the FBI,

and instead,
you made a run for it.

No, Allison,
I'm here to say good-bye.

I'm leaving for
Tel Aviv in the morning.

I wanted to see you
before I went.

You realize
how guilty this makes you look?

What, you-you've secretly been
a Mossad agent all these years?

No, you can't have been.

It's too ridiculous.

I told you,
Mossad had nothing to do

with blowing up that plane.
It was the SVR.

You keep saying, Saul,
but that doesn't make it true.

Well, that's what Carrie's out
there trying to prove anyway.

In any case...

it's doubtful you and I
will see each other again.

Now you're being melodramatic.

Maybe so.

I'm gonna miss you, Allison.

I was asleep for ten years.

You woke me up.

Everything all right?

Just needed a drink of water.

Go back to sleep.

Mm-hmm.

Polycarbonate.

Ballistic glass.
I didn't touch anything.

- I was just looking.
- Perfectly fine.

You're Bibi's cousin, right?

Yes. Qasim.

Dr. Aziz.

They got everything right
except for the tubing.

See this?

The retracted length is
15 centimeters shorter

than it needs to be.

It's easy enough
to fix, though.

You made this?

It's my design.

It's beautiful, huh?

Yes.

Although I have no idea
what it's meant to do.

It's a testing chamber.

It measures and records
the efficiency of the sarin.

But you're not
releasing the gas

while we're in the building?

The chamber is
double-sealed.

A leak is highly unlikely.

But not impossible.

We'll each have
one of these, just in case.

Atropine.

It blocks the acetylcholine
in the nerve receptors, limits

- the effects of the gas.
- Limits?

I wouldn't worry.

Why all these cameras?

To record the effects
of the gas on our subject.

Bibi was planning

on abducting a
soldier or a Jew.

Al-hamdu lillah, the
American was found instead.

Back up a second.

Where'd he make the approach,

this wannabe defector?

At a trade conference
in Vienna.

But we've been
doing the dance with him,

on and off now,
for more than a year.

Forgive me for not
following you, but, uh,

is he defecting to you or to us?

To you, through us.

It's unorthodox,

I know, but not unheard of.

So he's a consular official
in the Russian embassy there?

No.

- No?
- This is

a senior Moscow Center chief

with deep knowledge
of their agent networks

in Germany, Britain and Turkey.

What's his name?

- Calico.
- What's his real name?

All in due course, Frau Carr.

He's asking
not to be referenced

in any kind of
electronic communication.

Apparently, the SVR's broken

some of our mutual
encryption codes.

Huh. What are his terms?

Five million dollars

and asylum in the United
States under a new identity.

He wants to live in
Boca Raton, of all places.

The dollar amount
will prove difficult.

He considers it
a minimum requirement,

given the level
of his information.

We have until
Friday to respond.

If he doesn't hear from
us by then, he'll assume

the deal is off, and he takes
his information elsewhere.

There are some ground rules
we would insist on, as well,

provided you're willing
to move forward, of course.

Yeah. Reimbursement for
the cost of bringing him in,

a finder's fee.
What else?

The first crack at him.

Seven days in a BND safe house
before we turn him over to you.

Three days.

And we get a full video
transcript of the debrief.

Done.

Good for you, Allison?

Allison?

Yeah, good for me.

Excuse me.

Are we tracing the number
she's texting?

We are.

A code of some kind, maybe?

If it is, it's a strange one.

Ah.

Thank you.

I brought you some fruit.

Grapes, dates, figs.

Did you go online?

Hard to watch, isn't it?

Just ordinary people, innocent.

Like the ones you're
condemning to death here.

Nobody's innocent.

Not when you're
sending soldiers

to slaughter Muslims
and occupy our lands.

Your lands? You were born
and raised in Germany.

This country has never been
my home, and never will be.

And that justifies
burning it down?

Terror is the necessary prologue
to a caliphate.

If the West gives us
what we want,

we won't have
to use the gas at all.

- And what do you want?
- Assad out of Syria.

And recognition by the UN
of the Islamic State.

That will never happen.

It might.

After we send them a warning.

What kind of warning?

Proof of the weapon.

A demonstration.

Oh. So that's why
I'm still alive.

That's what you're
building in the next room.

Yes.

Demonstration
will accomplish nothing.

Your demands will not be met.

Then the attack will go forward,

and the blood will be
on their hands.

No, Qasim.
The blood will be on your hands.

The blood of women
and children.

Whatever happens
is Allah's will.

Maybe it's Allah's will

that you stop this.

Even if I wanted to stop it,
how could I?

I can't betray my brothers
to the police.

I would never do that.

Forget about the police.
Get rid of the DF.

Without it,
Bibi can't make sarin.

He'll know it was me.

Then leave before he finds out.

Dump the DF into the ground,
walk away and don't look back.

It's been almost six hours.

Maybe we missed it.

Maybe the signal to her
handler was nonverbal.

Maybe she's not
what you think she is.

You're hoping against hope,
Saul.

Fact is she's not running.

Anything more
on her dinner date?

Definitely a civilian.

Though the hedge fund he
works for does do business

with the Russian
oil and gas sector.

What happened to you?

Traffic was terrible.

- What did you bring me?
- Amatriciana,

arugula salad, and a torta
della nonna for dessert.

- Yum.
- I know what you like.

You told her the defector

was a high-ranking SVR chief?

I did exactly as we discussed.

Yet here she is, going about

her business,
like it's another day

at the fucking office.

Literally.

What do you mean?

Saul?

What's his problem?

You don't know?

Know what?

He and Allison...

Oh, Christ.

Saul.

Don't. Don't say a word.

I just want to know if you think

that she's onto us,
if this little performance

that we're watching
is for our benefit.

How the hell should I know?

I don't know one goddamn thing
about her, apparently.

You didn't give her a heads-up,
did you?

What?

A word in her ear.

One lover to another.

I did not.

I've been there, Saul,
as you well know.

It's hard not to be conflicted.

I said no.

Then we have a problem,

because she's not taking
the bait.

Or do you still believe
that she's innocent?

I don't know what the fuck
to believe anymore.

Well, the BND is not gonna
humor us much longer.

If we don't drive her into the
arms of her handler and soon,

all bets are off.

Fine.

We up the ante, then.

Good.

I'll go talk to Astrid,
and I'll get back to you

with a game plan.

Astrid's arriving at the cafe.

Screen on.

Closer, please.

Thanks for meeting me
out of the office.

No problem. What's going on?

Didn't want to tell you
on the phone.

This morning, Calico put
his wife and children on a plane

to Tallinn, supposedly
to visit her relatives there.

Why?

He's insisting
we accelerate the timetable.

But I thought the plan was
for next week. What happened?

That's just it.
We're not exactly sure.

What do you think happened?

Well, he's clearly spooked.

And it appears to have something
to do with Berlin.

He's refusing to do
the handover here.

- The handover to us?
- Correct.

Anywhere but Berlin, he says.

According to him, Berlin
Station's been penetrated.

Wait a minute, does he mean me?

- My station is?
- I'm afraid so.

Human or electronic?

He didn't say.

But I thought you should know.

I don't believe it.

Now you can get out
in front of this, at least.

Before your bosses find out.

I would hope you'd do
the same for me one day.

No. I mean, I don't believe it.

He's making this shit up
to exaggerate his own value.

I'm not sure
that would be smart on his part.

Anyway, we'll know soon enough.

How do you figure?

He's promised to provide us with
evidence of the penetration.

That is, copies of actual
material passed to the SVR.

- You'll let me know when that happens?
- Of course.

When are you bringing him in?

Tonight.
Across the Latvian border.

He'll be at a safe house
in Hamburg by morning.

Then we get him
three days later?

Just not in Berlin.

Just not in Berlin.

Okay.

You can't stay for lunch?

I'm afraid not.

I've been summoned to appear
before Joint Steering.

What fun. Thank you, Astrid.

Good luck. And I'm sorry.

She's a very cool
customer, this one.

Come on, baby.

Time to move. Time to run.

- Hello?
- Nina, it's me.

When's the next intercity
to Copenhagen?

Hold on a second.

2:26 PM.

Book me a first-class ticket.
I'll pick it up at the station.

What about
your afternoon meetings

and the conference call
with London?

- Reschedule them for next week.
- Will do.

Get advance teams

to the Hauptbahnhof
and somebody inside

that first-class
compartment with her.

Yes, sir.

Shh!

What the hell is that?

That's a call code.

We used them in Baghdad.
Two for this, three for that.

Private and prearranged
between asset and base.

She's on the move.

Switch to satellite.

Make sure teams
all have contact.

Her cell phone signal
just stopped sending.

She's tearing it down.

Exactly what I would be doing
right now, if I were her.

What's the range
of the wireless transmitter

I put in her purse?

Unlimited.
It's a satellite unit.

Better be.

We just lost our backup.

She's on her way
to Hauptbahnhof Station.

Do we have a team
on the ground yet?

Got her.

The ICE train is a feint.

She's headed for the S-Bahn.

- Alert drone surveillance.
- Yes, sir.

What's happening? Where is she?

At the Hauptbahnhof Station.
Platform 15. In full flight.

16. She just crossed
the platform.

- That's the train to
Potsdam Hauptbahnhof, right? - Right.

Call Hauser at the BVG.
Ask him to delay the train

down the line,
and see if you can get units

waiting for her at Nikolassee.

Why Nikolassee?

Because it's four stops
before Potsdam Hauptbahnhof,

and there's a Russian safe house
there, apparently.

- You hear that?
- I'm on it.

Gates, dogs,
electronic security, the works.

Drone is five out.

- Ja.
- Copy that.

Allison Carr.

Ja. Ja.

That was Adler.

A warrant for Allison Carr
has just been approved.

He wants you to make the call
when to execute it.

Tell him I appreciate that.

Man on the ground knows best.

Train.

Drones on station.

No need to maintain
visual contact.

Drone's overhead,
plus we're tracking her on GPS.

Have him take the drone up
another 2,000 feet,

but stay on the other side
of the main road.

Copy that.

Wait a minute, we just lost
two screens... what's going on?

- GPS is down.
- Audio, too.

She's about to go inside.
We need that audio.

See if you can get the satellite
to reboot the transmitter.

That's what I'm doing.

Nothing.
It's gone dark.

- Because it's not receiving a signal.
- Explain, please.

She's saying it's a dead zone.
The entire compound.

There must be jamming towers at
the perimeter of the property.

What about a workaround?

- I can try, but...
- Try now.

Entering courtyard gate.

She'll be inside
in less than a minute.

Without ears on, we need to know
that's an SVR safe house,

and we need to know it
conclusively.

How the hell do we do that?

What else could it be, Saul?
The security measures

- are through the fucking roof.
- It's not good enough, Carrie.

Well, what about her behavior?

The call code,
destroying her cell,

booking a fake trip
to Copenhagen.

- We're gonna lose her, Saul.
- Look.

Who's that?

Enlarge the image.

It's Ivan Krupin...

SVR Berlin Station Chief.

Send in the arrest teams now.

I'm burned.
You have to get me

- out of Germany now.
- What do you mean, burn...

You're not burned.

Maybe not yet.
But I will be

by tomorrow morning.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're shaking.
Come on.

It's okay.
Let's go. Go inside.

Red Team standing by.

Red Team standing by.

One of your deputy chiefs

is defecting across
the Latvian border tonight.

He's promising to bring evidence
of a Russian mole

inside Berlin Station.

What type of evidence?

Material that I've passed to you
over the years.

Actual classified material
that they will trace to me

- in a heartbeat.
- That's impossible.

Why impossible?

Because it doesn't
work this way.

Only two chiefs have
access to your material,

or even knowledge
of your existence.

Both of them left last week

for a fishing trip.
Kola Peninsula.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

I was supposed to go with them.

Look, it must be some kind
of misunderstanding.

- No, no.
- Or a stupid...

Shit.

You've been played.

What?

What the hell is that?

- You led them here.
- No! I was not tailed.

- I took every precaution.
- Obviously not.

You have to get me out here.

- Now.
- How? They're in the compound.

Ivan, calm down, please.

Calm down?

Oh, I'm calm.

I'm very calm.

How the fuck could you be
so careless, huh? Unbelievable.

Fall for this bullshit...
some fucking defector.

Loo... Stop!

Stop...

Ivan.

Stop.

Think.

What's the point?
It's over.

I said think.

We're done, Allison.

We fucking lost.

No, we have not.

Now, listen to me
very carefully.

Fan out.

Knees! Knees!

You're under arrest.

Shut it down.

Copy that, sir.
Drone is RTB.

Well, that's quite a story.

Talk about bringing
down the temple.

Has the obvious benefit
of explaining a lot.

A lot.

I didn't want to believe it,
either, Dar.

No, no, you misunderstand...

you've made your case.
Both of you.

I just don't know who to
be more disgusted with.

Her or us.

Contract cuts both ways.

Always has.

They just brought her in.

She's in Interrogation 2.

So?

I don't want to be a cliché,
but do you mind telling me

who's responsible
for this travesty?

I imagine you are, Allison,

in the end.

I am?
Some fucking clown...

and I sure hope
it wasn't you, Dar...

just tore apart 12 years
of painstaking work.

Well, I agree with you there.

So... you want to start by
sharing some names with me.

Names?

Every one of Ivan
Krupin's active agents

here in Europe and Britain.

Ask him yourself.
He's in the next room, isn't he?

I hardly think he'll talk to me.

Of course he will.
You're forgetting...

he's got diplomatic immunity.

Immunity?
What are you talking about?

No doubt the horse trading
with Moscow's

- already begun.
- Dar,

you can't just
send him back to Russia.

They'll put him against
a wall and shoot him

after what he's done for us.

- Done for us?
- Who do you think

I've been getting my intel

about troop escalation
in eastern Ukraine from?

Or the Kremlin's plan
to interrupt international

oil production?
It's been Ivan all along.

Come on, Allison.
You're his agent,

not the other way around.

Otherwise,
why would you run today?

Run? I wasn't running.

You touched off
an instant-ignition call code,

then crashed your cell
phone and took refuge

at an SVR safe house.

I was told by Astrid
this morning

about a mole in my station.

You can imagine my panic.
I feared for Ivan's safety.

His very life was at stake.

My tradecraft was meant to fool
his people, not ours.

Then explain what you were doing
at the safe house.

I was bringing him in,
for God's sake.

I have brought him in.

He was my Joe
for 12 years, Dar.

Surely you can understand that.

Run.

Maybe you will live.

Let's go.