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PRESIDENT REAGAN: Air and naval
forces of the United States

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities...

REPORTER: Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

REAGAN: He has sanctioned
acts of terror

in Africa, Europe and
the Middle East.

PRESIDENT GEORGE HW BUSH: This will not
stand, this aggression against, uh, Kuwait.

REAGAN: This relentless
pursuit of terror.

PRESIDENT GEORGE W BUSH:
We will make no distinction...

REPORTER:
The USS Cole was attacked

while refueling in
the port of Aden.

This was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable
and cowardly act.

The next samba
we're going to swing for you

is one of the good old
favorites.

...until something stops him.

CARRIE: It was right
in front of my eyes,

and I never saw it coming.

MAN: That plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

Thousands of people running.

We must and we will remain
vigilant at home and abroad.

(speaking Arabic)

SAUL: You're the smartest
and the dumbest fucking person

I've ever known.

CARRIE: I'm not the
one who got it wrong.

I'm the only one
who got it right.

SAUL:
Take 'em.

Take 'em all.

Homeland - 3x06
"Still Positive"

Previously on Homeland...

I'm inviting you into an
ongoing operation, Peter.

Carrie's and mine.

QUINN:
You mean burning her

in front of the Senate?

The case officer in question,

she's been diagnosed as bipolar.

QUINN: Committing her to
a mental institution.

This is a fucking sham!

SAUL:
All an act.

Part of the plan.

(whispers):
Fuck me.

Two nights ago,
the deputy chief

of Iran's Intelligence
Directorate took the bait.

We believe
he's on his way here.

What do you mean,
Dana's missing?

She disappeared three days ago.

She stole my car

and broke her boyfriend
out of the clinic.

His parents put him there
to avoid a homicide charge.

The one thing I cannot have
in my life is lies,

- and y-you lied to me!
- Dana, please...

I spoke to
the President yesterday.

He's concerned.

He's... exploring some changes

in intelligence practice.

I'll do whatever it takes.

But I won't temper my views
just to get your support

for my confirmation as director.

I'm afraid you've got
this backwards, old friend.

I'm the one getting
nominated as director.

MIRA:
Saul.

I didn't expect you
back tonight.

This is Alain Bernard.

Hello.

(phone vibrates)
Yes?

I think the watch is back on.

(choking)

(whispers):
No sound.

Any sign of Carrie?

No, there's no sign of Carrie.

I'm too fucking far away.

(crying)

I'm getting closer.

SAUL (over phone):
Quinn, do not move.

Quinn?

Yeah, I'm inside.
She's gone.

We lost her.

But we know who's got her.

We're back in business.

QUINN:
She's on her own, Saul.

SAUL:
She's always been on her own.

Take it off.

Carrie Mathison.

(taking deep breaths)

QUINN: Police traffic
cameras picked up three men

leaving DC with Carrie
in a Dodge sedan

around 1:34 AM.

False plates.
Likely a stolen vehicle.

Show him the UAV footage.

Mmm.

This might take a minute.

- About time.
- Oh, sorry.

My taxi got lost.

You took a fucking taxi
to a CIA safe house?

It's a joke.

I flew in from a job in Georgia;
I got here as fast as I could.

Hi.

I'm waiting.

Trying to send him
the drone feed.

The car turns onto the
GW Parkway six minutes later,

Beltway 14 minutes after that,

then heads north on 270
towards Germantown.

Pulls into a truck stop.

Three men hustle Carrie inside.

The drone is now useless.

Truck stop security cameras?

Limited to gas pumps,
cash registers and bathrooms.

Nothing.

What about the car?

They never went back to it.

It's still there
six hours later.

So we lost her.

Yes.

How about we check
the car for prints,

see if we can ID
any of those three men?

No. We don't panic
or do anything

that could compromise Carrie.

Right.

Keep looking.

(sighs)

(whispers):
Fuck.

(men speaking Farsi
in other room)

(continues in Farsi)

(low, steady beeping)

(sighs)

Firstly, Miss Mathison,
I wish to apologize

for the precautions we had
to take in bringing you here.

I understand.

If we are

to have a relationship
that has any real meaning...

we must first establish
the most important ingredient.

Trust.

Now...

(sighs)

Are you ready?

Yes.

Is this the month of March?

Yes.

Are you married?

No.

Do you know who I am?

Majid Javadi.

Second in command of Iran's
Intelligence Directorate.

Morning.

Morning.

His name is Alain Bernard.

He didn't stay the night,
if that's what you're wondering.

How un-French of him.

We met in Mumbai.

He was researching an article
on police corruption.

You don't need to
explain yourself.

Will you look at me, please?

I didn't do
anything wrong, Saul.

When I met him...

you and I... had separated.

Your decision...

not mine.

When your world collapsed...

I came running.

Yes. You did.

But I left something behind.

It was the whole life
I was starting there.

So you're in love with him.

Tell me.

- Don't do this, Saul.
- It's a simple question.

Yes or no-- do you love him?

We have fun.

He makes me laugh.
How's that?

Today is better with him in it.

That's all I needed to hear.

Saul...

You should know, the...

President is nominating
Andrew Lockhart...

as director
of Central Intelligence.

What?

When did this happen?

(sighs)
Nothing happened.

I don't think I was ever
really in the running.

Well, I'm so sorry, Saul.

Oh, don't be.

I'm fine.

For God's sake, Saul...

stop this detached routine.

Just get angry at something.

Get angry at me.

I don't have any claim
on you, Mira.

No, but you do.

Surely you know that.

Not anymore.

Do you still work for the CIA?

Yes.

You're an analyst.

Case officer.

A spy.

Who's currently on
administrative leave.

Does anyone else know
that you and I are meeting?

No.

Are you able to provide me
with information on CIA matters?

(sighs)

I told Mr. Bennett that I
might be able to discuss

some areas within certain
strict parameters.

Yes or no?

Please.

I agreed to speak with
you, and you alone.

I don't... I don't know

these men--
they're making me nervous.

You can trust them.

Like you trust me.

(chuckles softly)

(long sigh)

(speaks Farsi)

The machine says you're lying.

Are we completely alone now?

Is anyone else
listening to this?

No. No one is listening.

Shall we try this again? Hmm?

No.

No.

We're done.

What are you doing?

It's time we talk
about Nassir Hejazi.

Goalkeeper...

for the 1978
Iran World Cup team.

Whose name you used to embezzle

more than $45 million from
the Revolutionary Guard.

You are now an enemy
of your own state.

(speaking Farsi)

♪ ♪

Brava, Miss Mathison.

Quite excellent.

So, uh, when did you and Saul

hatch this plan?

You bombed the CIA 12/12.

We got to work in the
early hours of 12/13.

If you're considering
killing me or running,

forget it.

You're outnumbered
and outgunned,

and you'll never get
off this property.

So, why am I not
arrested already?

Saul would like to
talk to you first.

He used you to lure me.

Saul Berenson--
still, after all these years,

putting other people's lives
on the line.

Tell your men that
your plan to recruit me

as an asset has worked.

Then I'll take you to Saul.

Now?

You can finish your cigarette.

For me to leave
with you so quickly

will arouse suspicion.

You'll find a way.

I know my men.

I trained them.

You command

and they obey.

The plan was to test you
with the lie detector

and, if satisfied, to give you
a simple assignment.

That is how we recruit
all of our assets.

There is no plausible way
to explain

a sudden change
in that procedure.

What are you suggesting?

I tell them I have instructed
you to retrieve an item

of valuable intelligence
and deliver to me in person.

Valuable intelligence?
Like what?

The intelligence that led
to the six assassinations

that your clandestine service
carried out around the world

in response to the bombing
of Langley.

I can have that
by this afternoon.

That fast?

I'm that good.

Otherwise, why go to all
this trouble to recruit me?

3:00 PM, seven
hours from now.

Where?

Exit one off the 270.

There's a coffee shop right
there-- Raffi's Coffee Shop.

Can't miss it.

Falls Church train station
is what I had in mind.

I just changed it.

270, exit one,

Raffi's Coffee.

- Wait here.
- Make it quick.

Saul should have instructed you

to treat me
with more respect than that.

Bring me the bank files
from Venezuela, please.

(sighs)

Let's go.

(sighs)

This way.

Let's go.

Where's Mr. Javadi?

I need to speak with Mr.
Javadi again before I leave.

Get in the car.

Where would you like them?

The Venezuela bank files.

Is that Javadi?

At a French restaurant
in Tehran with our wives.

You and he were friends?

We were young
intelligence officers

during the dying
days of the Shah.

Complicated times.

Who's that?

Sanjar Hootan, a professor
of political science

at the University of Tehran.

An agent of yours?

One of four I recruited
there before the revolution.

This is Tal'at Basari,

a concert-level
pianist whose cousin

had ties to Khomeini.

What's their relevance
to you now?

I had to get all four

out of Iran after
the revolution.

Their lives were in danger.

Javadi offered to help.

He said SAVAK still had a
safe house near the airport

where they could stay

while I got travel documents
together over at the embassy.

When was this?

May 1979.

Country was in full
revolutionary crisis mode--

Khomeini's thugs in the street

trying to consolidate power.

What happened?

When I showed up at the house...

their bodies were laid out

on the carpet
side-by-side.

I had promised them
the protection

of the United
States government.

Instead they got a bullet
to the back of their heads.

Javadi.

SAUL:
It was his ticket

into the new regime's
security services.

I flew back to Washington,
handed in my resignation.

Not only were my people dead,

but I watched a man I thought
I knew become an animal...

in front of my eyes.

So this operation
is your revenge.

No.

Revenge was when I helped
his wife and son escape

to the West four months later.

That's her-- Fariba.

This isn't going to be easy,
is it?

Turning an intelligence officer

against his own country--

well, that's the most delicate
and uncertain work there is.

But he will turn, won't he?

You do have
the advantage over him.

Honestly, I don't know.

Turning touches the
stubbornness in some people.

He's a stubborn man
to begin with.

♪ ♪

Out.

(vehicle approaches)

Hi, Mom.

Hey.

What's going on?

I need your help.

With what?

Everything okay?

Yeah.

What's that?

A name change application?

I can't be Dana Brody anymore.

Dana.

I already made an appointment
at the courthouse.

Well, what are you going
to change your name to?

Lazaro.

My maiden name?

Is that a problem?

When's your appointment?

Well, they have an opening
in, like, an hour, actually.

Do you think that
you could drive me?

Please, Mom.

(panting)

(dialing)

(line ringing)

(phone buzzing)

Where are you?

At my place.

He wouldn't come
with me right away.

Said it wouldn't fly
with his guys, it was too risky,

so I set a meet for later.

The plan was to bring him
straight here.

I know what the plan was, Saul,

but he had
a legitimate problem with it,

and I... I made a call
in the moment.

(sighs)

Where'd he take you?

You don't know?

We lost you.

We knew it could happen
going in.

Move on, please.

2767 Green Meadow Drive,

Stone Hearth Country Club,

the northeast corner
of the ninth green.

Get the drone
over that address now.

Javadi could be anywhere by now.

He's gonna be right
where you left him,

I guarantee it.

He's had at least an hour
without eyes on him.

Which he can't possibly know.

How did he react when you
dropped the hammer on him?

Thousand-yard stare
for a few seconds.

Then he began
to wriggle a little,

reassert himself.

He talked about you
a little bit, too.

What'd he say?

That, judging by the high-risk
nature of this operation,

you don't seem
to have changed much.

What were the details
of the meet you set?

The 270, exit one at 3:00 PM.

I'm to bring him the file on
how we hunted down his network.

Okay, we'll get on that,
we'll doctor one up.

Drone is now
over the golf course.

See anything?

No, it's very still.
Nobody's outside the house.

I can't see inside.

QUINN: You've got
to get actual eyes

on Javadi, boots on the ground.

Cannot afford to spook
him or alert his men.

Not gonna happen.

Well, how can we be sure
he's still there?

I know this man.

Survival's the only thing
on his mind right now.

He will not take any
unnecessary risks with his life.

You don't think
he could've changed a little

since you last saw him?

He will keep that
meeting with you.

Until then, you should
get some sleep.

Quinn will deliver the file
to you when it's ready

and provide backup
at the meeting point.

I hope you're right
about this, Saul.

I am. Get some rest.

You deserve it.

(phone beeps)

(wrapper crackling)

(urinating)

_

(sighs softly)

(switch clicks)

(quiet, indistinct chatter)

Mr. Adal.

Senator.

The director apologizes
for not being here

and has asked me
to take the meeting for him.

- Lead the way.
- Yeah.

Where is the director?

I'm afraid I don't know.

He chose not to
share that with me.

Well, I, for one, am very glad
to have this opportunity

to visit with you,
Mr. Adal.

Thank you, Senator.

Likewise.

May I speak plainly?

Of course.

The Agency is a mess.

- Okay.
- As far as I can see,

it's being driven
into the fucking ground.

By poor decision-making

and god-awful
leadership.

The hope is that
you are the reformer

your record in the Senate
and on the Select Committee

would indicate.

So, then, you agree
that change is in order,

no matter how painful.

In light of the worst attack
this Agency has ever suffered,

yes, I do.

How did this happen?

The past is the past.

I'm more interested
in what happens next.

What happens next is
that we reclaim the respect

and the fear

that the world used to have
for this Agency's hard punch.

Reminiscent of some of the
work you yourself have done.

In Somalia,

in Libya, Uganda.

How can I be of service,
Senator?

My confirmation hearing
is in 12 days.

I don't want any surprises
on my first day as director.

No skeletons,

no unfinished business,

no more Sergeant Brodys,

no Carrie Mathisons.

God forbid.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

QUINN:
It's me.

I'm here. Out back.

Hold on.

You're early.

Always good to have a cushion.

You get much sleep?

Some.

What's the latest on Javadi?

Well, the drone picked up
a car-- a Buick-- headed

for the golf course house about
an hour after you called in.

Have we actually seen
if Javadi's still there?

- No.
- Well, then that car

doesn't mean shit.

You bring me the file?

Yeah. Verifiable
electronic intelligence

on how we hunted down
those six targets.

No mention of sources
or anything like that, but...

enough to make the suits
in Tehran know

that Javadi recruited
the right girl.

If he shows.

Saul's convinced he will.

I know what you're thinking.

No, you don't.

Brody is America's
most wanted man.

You're looking for possible

sightings of him
because it's your job.

New burner phone.
Give me your old one.

All right. Let's go.

L-A-Z-A-R-O.

Lazaro.

And are we keeping
the same first name?

Yes.

How long does it take?

Three to six weeks.

That'll be
$41.14, please.

I've got money.

DANA:
Is that it?

Oh. Just a signature here.

Um...

old name or new name?

Birth name, where it
says "Applicant."

Thanks.

You seem like a nice young lady.

Must have Mom to
thank for that.

Um, I-I just...
I-I can't imagine

what y'all are going through.

Would you permit me
to pray for you?

Of course.

Thank you very much.

God bless.

Come on.
Let's go home.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

- Sit in the window so I can see you.
- Right.

Is Javadi moving yet?

Nothing yet.
All quiet.

SAUL: He's still in that house
going through his options.

That's what I'd be doing.

He's cutting it pretty fine.

SAUL: By being late,
he's making a point.

QUINN:
Which is?

You may have me over a barrel,

but I'll never be your bitch.

(chuckles)

There's movement.
Something's happening.

It's him.

He's getting in the car.

He's heading west...

towards 270.
(phone vibrating)

So far, so good.

I better take this.

Stand by, Carrie.

This is it.

Put him through.

ADAL: - Saul.
- How was Lockhart?

Disappointed not to see you.

I can imagine.

But I think
we had a productive meeting.

Anything specific?

No. He's just trying to get
his bearings before the big day.

Of course he is.

Anxious for a smooth transition
of power.

That's what he said?

While remaining respectful
of the work you've done.

Sir!

We need you inside right away.

I got to go.

He was headed south on 270,

but he got off exit nine.

Where's Carrie again?

FARA: - Exit one.
SAUL: - Maybe he needs gas.

MAX:
Apparently not.

Carrie, you hearing this?
I need you on the Beltway,

heading north to intercept. Now.

Copy that.

(tires screech)

He's turning east onto...

Mulberry Road.

He's cruising
a residential area.

Small streets.

Lots of trees.

Run a check to see what, if any,

Iranian Americans live
in the area.

Racial profiling
by neighborhood?

FBI calls it domain management.

- I'll check their database.
- I can do that.

You stay on Javadi.

He's slowing down

to almost a crawl now.

What the hell is he looking for?

He stopped.
Uh, 1426 Longhill Road.

1426 Longhill Road belongs
to Vincent D Carlyle,

who rents it out through
ACB Property Management.

Well, who's the tenant?

The house was rented out
by Susan Roberts, CPA

with Brown and Getz
in Annandale.

Wait, uh, Roberts is
not her married name.

The lease was originally
cosigned by her ex-husband...

Nasser Javadi.

They have
a two-year-old son, Behrouz.

Where are you, Carrie?

Just past exit eight,
five minutes out.

MAX: - He's getting out of the car.
SAUL: - He cannot go

inside that house.
You must stop him

going in that house,
do you copy?

CARRIE:
Copy that.

SAUL:
For Christ's sake, Carrie,

hurry.

(doorbell rings)

Hello.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Do you know who I am?

Fariba's ex-husband.

Yes. Majid.

And you must be Susan.

(baby crying)
Is that my grandson, Behrouz?

May I come in and say hello?

Would you mind
waiting just a second?

Of course.

(Behrouz crying)

(Behrouz crying)

(speaking Farsi)

- Hey.
- (crying)

FARIBA:
Susan, do you want me

to take Behrouz to the park?

Hello, Fariba.

(speaking Farsi)

(shrieks)

(panting)

(grunts)
No! No! No!

You betrayed us!

You betrayed us.

No! No! No!

(grunts)
(gasps)

(door opens)

Stop or I shoot.

Show me your hands.

Someone talk to me.

Now I'm ready to see Saul.

(Behrouz crying)

Oh, Jesus.

One of you tell me, please,
what the fuck is happening.

He shot his daughter-in-law
in the head, and then he, uh...

There's two fatalities
and a lot of blood.

Who's the second fatality?

(grunts)

Hold on.

Who's she?

Tell Saul it's my ex-wife.

Fariba.

QUINN:
He took a bottle to her neck.

He killed her
with a fucking bottle.

Fariba--
what's she doing there?

She's meant to be in Witness
Protection in California.

It's a fucking bloodbath, Saul.

You got to get him out of there
as fast as possible

and get the murder weapon,
you understand?

QUINN:
Jesus fucking Christ.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Leave your car
a couple blocks away, then

bring him here in his car.
We'll get yours later.

You were never there.

Follow the procedure.

Check for security
cameras, et cetera.

(Behrouz crying) There's a baby in here.
What do we do about the baby?

Leave it.

What? We can't do that.

Can't take the baby.

You weren't there.

(panting)

Oh, f...

It'll be all right.
It's okay. It's okay.

Come here. Come here. Yeah.

Come here.

You're all right.

(crying)

We've got to get out of here.

(crying continues)

(sighs)

Dana Lazaro.

Sounds pretty cool.

(laughing):
Kind of does, doesn't it?

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm a friend of Dana's.

Angela.

Angela. Do you want to come in?

Dana?

Are you hungry?

I'm just here, you know,
to pick her up.

Where are you guys going?

Like, camping?

DANA:
No, Mom.

I'm moving.

To Angela's.

Okay. No, you're not.

I don't even know Angela.
No offense.

Maybe I should wait in the car.

I think that's a good idea.

I'll be out in a minute.

What, you were just
going to sneak out?

I told you, Mom.

I can't be Dana Brody anymore.

Right, and we went
to the courthouse,

and we filled out
all those forms.

It's not just about my name.

You can't suddenly just leave.

It's not sudden.

For you, maybe.

You've been thinking
about it, obviously,

but you never told me.

You told Angela,
whoever that is.

She's my friend.

Don't take it out on her.

Dana, we haven't even
talked about this.

There's no point in
talking about this,

because there's
nothing to talk about.

Mom,

I can't live this life anymore.

I just can't.

I mean...

it nearly killed me.

I've got to leave.

Oh, God.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

(crying)

I'm gonna go now.

Okay?

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

(birds singing)

(door opening)

Dana, wait.

There's still $300
left on that.

Mom, no.

Please take it.

I need to do this on my own.

You don't have to use it.
Just take it.

Bye.

Bye.

(car engine starts)

Looks like they beat us to it.

Someone must have called it in

before we could get over here
to clean up.

Got a police homicide squad
already in overdrive over here.

Keep moving.

Don't stop.

(indistinct chatter)

(garbled radio transmission)

(insects chirring)

(birds singing)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Hands.

(sighs)

This is just
the fucking beginning.

(door opens and closes)

You okay?

I don't know what I am.

Shall we?

Take the chains off.

Stand up.

Saul.

You don't look like a
man who just landed

the biggest asset
of his career.

(loud grunt)

(groans)

(groans)

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