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Pull over. I want to walk the rest of the way.

Come on, guys.

It's only a couple blocks.

And I haven't been outside the embassy in days.

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Hello?

We're on our way.

Hey, Chief.

- How long to the target? - A little over eight minutes. We scrambled

two Fox 15-Echos as soon as the intelligence came back.

Are the jets authorized to enter Pakistani airspace?

Waiting for word from CENTCOM.

Can we send a drone instead?

Not in the time frame.

- What about ground teams? - There are none operating in the area.

I need to talk to Islamabad.

He's on the secure uplink.

Okay.

Talk to me, Sandy.

What's the issue?

No issue. Only that I'm just hearing about this

for the first time.

He's number four on the hit list, Carrie;

what more do you need to know?

The source of your intel.

Same as the last four high-value kills.

Does he have a name yet, this source?

The deal was anonymity in exchange for information.

So far, it's been a very fruitful relationship.

Well, so far, we've always had time to get a second opinion,

double-check the intelligence.

Well, consider the target.

What do you mean?

Well, there's a reason you don't get many shots

at a guy like Haissam Haqqani; he's famously careful.

Well, we trained him, didn't we?

Trained him? Hell, he learned how to jump out of airplanes

with the 82nd Airborne.

Did CENTCOM get back?

Authorization to engage. On your command.

Where's the live feed from?

We got lucky, jacked into a NATO satellite.

And that's the location right there?

Yeah, the building in the middle.

It's a farmhouse of some kind, I'm told.

How confident are we Haqqani's in the farmhouse?

One of those vehicles out front--

the red Hi-Lux-- we've seen it at his compound in Miranshah.

What about CDE concerns?

No other habitations within 75 meters of the target.

Well, obviously anybody inside the farmhouse

- would be collateral damage. - Yeah.

I'd feel a lot better if we weren't so blind

on such a short clock.

Sandy's source has always been rock solid.

Yes, he has.

And Haqqani's made a bad habit of killing American soldiers.

- Where are the F-15s? - Uh, they're buzzing the border.

They can be on the target in 60 seconds.

- Any friendlies in the area? - No.

- Ordinance restrictions? - None.

Send them in.

Yes, ma'am.

Smash 11, this is Control. How do you hear?

I have you loud and clear.

I have you also, Smash 11. It's playtime.

12 from 11. Currently in comms with JTAC. Dial in.

Hey, where you going?

I think you can handle it from here.

Just have the pilots do a couple of recce passes

afterwards for damage assessment.

Uh, stick around, will you?

I'm supposed to be on a Skype call with my sister.

- Stick around. - Control standing by.

The group has a little something planned.

Control, we're two mikes out. Calm winds.

Copy that. Two mikes out.

Call weapons gone and time of flight.

Wilco. Hammer down. Three, two, one.

Weapons free, ten seconds.

Copy that. Ten seconds to impact.

Blast two coming left. Pick up a heading 270.

Clearing airspace.

Okay.

Shut it down. Well done.

Thank you, everybody.

- Chief. - Thanks, Chief.

♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ which nobody can deny ♪

- Happy birthday, Chief. - Happy birthday.

"The Drone Queen"?

- Speech, speech. - Speech.

Uh... well, I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

- Blow out the candles. - All right.

Hey!

Hey, Maggie.

What happened to you?

I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't get away.

Well, you just missed them.

No, don't tell me.

We waited and waited. Finally dad gave up

- and took her to the park. - Shit.

I've been looking forward to this all day.

Well, they'll be back in a couple hours.

Oh, what am I saying? It's after midnight there.

I've just taken my Ambien, so...

You really need to

wean yourself off that stuff, Carrie; it's not good for you.

Well, neither is not sleeping.

Hey,

happy birthday.

Thanks.

So? What'd you do for your birthday?

Interrogated a couple prisoners, flew another mission.

It's all over the internet right now just how bad it is there.

Well, that's mostly in the tribal areas.

The capital's been relatively peaceful lately.

If you can call eight suicide attacks

in a week relatively peaceful.

You should be in Istanbul, out of harm's way,

and Franny should be with you.

Well, that was the plan.

How is she, anyway?

A week older than the last time we talked.

You guys spent $134 billion

on operational contractor support last year.

That figure's high.

Call it $120, then.

Ballpark.

Okay.

Ballpark.

But I do know for a fact that expenditure will double

when the US and NATO combat mission ends in December.

Meaning we're gonna

have to hire a lot more

private military companies like yours to fill

the security vacuum.

That's why we're here, General.

We have a proposal.

What is it?

Saul's gonna brief you.

Saul?

Hmm?

The force multiplier effect.

Yeah.

What Aaron means is that, uh...

Actually, I have another thing I was gonna mention.

Just a thought I want to throw out there.

Okay.

If we'd known in 2001

we were staying in Afghanistan this long,

we'd have made some very different choices.

Right?

Instead, our planning cycles rarely looked

more than 12 months ahead.

So it hasn't been a 14-year war we've been waging,

but a one-year war waged 14 times.

I think we're walking away with the job half done.

Saul, could I speak with you?

Ask the General what he thinks.

Have we given our counterinsurgency program

- a chance to work? - Saul.

Excuse us.

Saul, what are you doing?

I think I have an obligation.

What are you doing?

A troop drawdown will only inspire the enemy.

Afghan security forces are nowhere near ready

to step into the breach.

Save it for your op-ed.

- We're trying to win a contract here. - Wasn't it Trollope

who said the best capitalist is someone who's greedy and honest?

First, the drawdown's happening, whether you like it or not.

Second, it represents a significant market opportunity

for this firm.

I was there when we first went in, Aaron.

Kabul looked like one of those black-and-white photos

of Dresden, 1945--

blasted, wasted,

- deserted. - I'm aware of

how much of your life you have invested

- in this fight... - Girls not allowed in school,

roving gangs of men with whips enforcing Sharia law,

a safe haven again for Al-Qaeda.

It's not your job anymore to have a say in the matter.

We really want to risk going back to all that?

Did you hear me, Saul?

It's not your job anymore.

Do we have the after-action download from the cockpits?

We do.

I want to see the reconnaissance photos.

Mary's got them on her laptop.

...the deaths of over 40 civilians.

The strike took place at 11:04 PM in Dande Darpa Khel,

a militant stronghold in the North Waziristan tribal agency

near the Afghan border.

Members of the Pakistani Taliban

vowed retaliation for the alleged attack.

"Haissam Haqqani has been martyred," said a spokesperson

for the Pakistani Taliban, who added that Mr. Haqqani

was attending a wedding at the time of the attack

and that over 40 members of his family were also killed.

"They have turned a wedding into a funeral pyre," he said.

"Our revenge will be unprecedented."

Fuck you, too.

Katie, fly a reaper over the AO.

- I want to see ground zero in the light of day. - On it.

Well, at least we got confirmation of Haqqani's death.

Yeah, but if this wedding's for real,

nobody's gonna give a shit.

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I saw the kill list

after 9/11.

Do you know how many names were on it?

Seven.

Including Bin Laden and Al-Zawahiri.

You know how many names are on it today?

Over 2,000.

It's Alice in fucking Wonderland.

You don't even have to be a terrorist anymore, apparently.

You just have to look like one.

Where's Sandy anyway?

He said he's coming.

Where is it written that an ambassador must spend 90%

of her time cleaning up after her Chief of Station?

Nowhere,

but it is the case almost everywhere.

Well, we get along.

Why can't you be my Station Chief?

Sorry I'm late.

Peter has just been filling me in

on the well-wishers gathering outside our front gate.

- I saw that. Hey, Peter. - I've also got the Foreign Minister

on my call sheet. What can I tell him?

That Haissam Haqqani's dead.

I know that already.

What else?

It's pure PR bullshit, the wedding claim.

Technically, it wasn't even a drone strike.

Technically?

It was a bombing run.

- Two F-15Es. - You're right.

I don't think I'll share that with the Foreign Minister.

But just so I'm clear...

...somebody high up in the Pakistani government

signed off on this, right?

- Oh, come on, Martha. - What?

It's their airspace, their sovereignty.

They scream bloody murder, but it's theater, it's face-saving.

They want these assholes dead as much as we do.

They're a little less enthusiastic

when we kill civilians.

Haqqani was a legitimate target.

Everybody in that farmhouse

had to know who he was, a marked man.

He put their lives at risk, not us.

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Can you get in closer?

Who's he? Do we recognize him?

I think he's just a kid from the village.

Well, he's definitely spotted us.

You want me to go with him?

No, stay here. See if you can ID any of the casualties.

You got it.

Jesus, there were

a lot more people in the farmhouse than we thought.

Hey, Chief. A call for you.

Hello?

Carrie, it's Quinn.

Quinn.

Long time.

Yeah.

What a clusterfuck, huh?

How you holding up?

It was a Taliban spokesperson.

I'm trying not to get too worked up about it.

Yeah, we got protesters outside the embassy here.

They pull this shit all the time. If it wasn't a wedding,

they'd say it was a mosque we hit or a...

orphanage or a mosque for orphans.

Uh, this one feels different somehow.

Why?

The time frame, the way we went in.

The fact we didn't have eyes-on before we ordered the strike.

Well, way to stay positive.

You still there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Listen to me, Quinn,

it was a wedding.

Obviously not ideal.

But Dande Darpa Khel's about as deep in the tribal area

as you can get.

I'm-I'm not following you.

Who's gonna risk going in to verify anything?

Nobody, that's who.

We're bulletproof on this.

Bulletproof?

Completely.

Sorry.

We missed the 4:00. Did you get my text?

I did. Thank you.

We sat on the platform at Trenton for over an hour.

Can you grab those wine glasses?

Yeah. I really wanted to be here.

I know.

It's just, Michael's my boss, and...

Well, I'll call him tomorrow, I'll explain everything.

Thank you.

Everybody thinks we should buy that apartment on 103rd.

- Really? - Yeah.

What's wrong with renting?

It's not committing.

So we keep our options open.

Come on, Saul. You promised to give New York

- at least three years. - Three years?

I'll be pickled and on the top shelf by then.

Don't say that.

Honestly.

It's not working out with Aaron.

Are you gonna get fired?

Is that what you're saying?

No.

It's just, I really screwed up today.

Then unscrew yourself.

You go in tomorrow morning,

you apologize, you do whatever it takes.

- Mira... - No.

It's my turn. We agreed.

Mira.

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Aayan.

Where have you been? We thought you...

Yeah. Well, I'm not.

We've been texting you for days. Why didn't you answer?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

Hey, are you all right?

I feel like a ghost.

Lost them all.

Whole family.

Hey, can I talk to you?

If you're interested in the ballgame, sure.

If not, you're wasting your time.

None of the above.

Well, you're pretty enough.

I'll say that for you.

You're Mathison, Chief of Station.

Who are you?

First Lieutenant JG Edgars.

Uh, well, you got my name right,

but I'm not Agency; I'm an FSO in the political section.

Bullshit.

Ma'am.

What do you want, Lieutenant?

You know me as Smash 12.

I flew the mission into Pakistan the other night.

Hey, why don't you sit down. Let me buy you a beer.

No, thanks.

Is it true what they're saying?

It was a wedding party?

I don't know.

Even if I did, I couldn't tell you.

Well, I feel sick to my stomach about it.

- Yeah. - You?

You ever feel that-- sick to your stomach?

Sometimes.

I try to see the big picture, though. The mission.

It was a wedding, wasn't it?

I told you, I don't know.

I killed four Canadian soldiers in January on bad orders,

dropped a 200-pound bomb on their heads.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Monsters.

Wh-what did you say?

Fucking monsters, all of you.

Get the fuck out of my face, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

Most countries are run by madmen.

This one is no different.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Why? Who do you think is listening?

No one will listen if you keep shouting like that.

I'm not shouting.

Is this a study group?

Do we not have an exam tomorrow?

I don't know how you can study after what's happened.

Yeah, well, it's much better

than being sad all the time, so...

Well, the American ambassador was on TV

again this morning.

So?

She's still saying there was no wedding,

that it never happened.

For the last time, Rahim, no.

But they are dishonoring your family.

People must know the truth.

He honors his family by continuing

his studies, huh? And becoming a doctor.

We can upload the video anonymously,

if that's what you're both so worried about.

I said, no.

No video, no nothing.

But it's the right thing to do.

It's politics.

I want no part of it.

Well, I don't know why I'm surprised.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, I should know by now who I'm dealing with.

Cowards.

Hello.

Carrie Mathison?

Speaking.

Hold for Director Lockhart, please.

Carrie, you awake?

Uh, kind of.

You been online this morning?

No.

Well, Dande Darpa Khel's gone viral.

Uh, say that again.

300,000 hits.

Video's only been up for a couple hours.

What does it show?

A wedding, little girls dancing.

A bride and her mother, and then the missiles hit.

It's devastating.

Authentic?

Sure as hell looks that way.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Have you talked to Sandy?

He was my first call.

You two are gonna have to put your heads together,

find me a way to spin this.

Well, why not come clean, say we got the target right,

but the wedding was an honest mistake?

That's not gonna cut it.

It has the benefit of being the truth.

Look, Carrie,

the President's apoplectic, I'm not far behind, and

the Pakistan armed forces want a full accounting by tomorrow.

Whatever you need, sir.

What I need

is you on the first transport down to Islamabad.

I'm assuming this was you?

You did this?

It had to be done.

Take it down right now. It's too late.

Half a million people have already watched.

Rahim, I don't care. Just do it.

Anyway, I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

It was my cousin who uploaded it.

- Your cousin?! - Oh, what?

He knows the internet.

He masked the IP using a proxy server.

What does that even mean?!

Means, don't worry so much.

No one will ever be able to trace it back to you.

Of course they will, Rahim! I'm in the video!

Any idiot could join those dots.

So you'll be famous then.

You know, fuck you...

Call your cousin.

Tell him to take it down. Now.

Call him!

Okay, okay!

- Hey. - Yeah.

What's Signals saying?

Well, there's heavy traffic on social media sites

and cellular services, so no doubt about it.

We're gonna have street demonstrations later on.

Any more on who put out that video?

We'll have a name for you by the end of the day.

You believe this?

I mean, what are the fucking odds?

The Ambassador's demanding a sit-down

with the entire station.

- Tell her after lunch. - She wants before.

Well, tell her there's no point till Mathison gets here.

I'm picking her up at 12:30.

Okay, that works.

Hold on a second.

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All right, let me know when Mathison gets in the building.

- I will. Where you going? - Lie down. I feel like shit.

- Guts again? - Yeah. Is a normal bowel movement

too much to ask for?

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- Hey. - Hey.

Welcome to Pakistan.

Uh, can we sit for ten minutes?

You give me the lay of the land?

Sure.

The Ambassador's out front with the locals on this,

so she's pissed.

Oh, I can't say I blame her.

Sandy's intel was good until now.

- What do you think happened? - No idea.

Not even his own case officers know

what he's up to half the time.

Lone wolf.

Leaves the embassy odd hours, doesn't say where to.

Girlfriend?

Maybe, or maybe he's meeting the asset

who's feeding him these upper-tier targets.

So who is this asset of his?

- Thought you knew. - Nope.

I have no clue either, so you'll have to ask him.

Well, I will, 'cause I'm the one

dropping fire on all these people.

Yeah, well, I know what that's like.

What?

Checking names off a kill list for a living.

It's a job.

Doesn't bother you?

What about when it goes wrong?

Doesn't happen that often.

But it did this time.

They were Haqqani's family.

They knew who he was.

They knew the chance they were taking being there.

Sandy said the same thing.

Well, he provides the coordinates,

I fly the missions.

We make a good team.

I guess Istanbul was too tame for you.

Well, I was looking forward to it, but Kabul opened up.

- It's a hardship post. - It's more money.

- Like you care about that. - It's more action.

But you can't bring dependents.

I wanted to bring you.

Why didn't you come?

We should get you to the embassy.

Quinn.

...Station Chief Sandy Bachman...

Fucking hell. Come on.

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Hello.

Sandy, it's Quinn. Where are you?

In the residence.

No, you're not. Security was just there.

Okay. I'm off campus.

Listen to me carefully, Sandy. You are blown.

Somebody leaked your picture to the press.

What?

We need to bring you in now.

I have to know exactly where you are.

Did you hear me, Sandy?

Your face is all over the goddamn TV news.

Yes.

Where are you?

I'm on Korang Road in I-9.

- Did you take a vehicle? - No.

- What's the intersection? - Street 10.

Okay, we can be there in five minutes.

Keep your damn phone on.

Found him. He's in the field.

Corner of Korang Road and Street 10.

I'm on my way, but send a squad.

Copy that.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Back! Back! Back!

Get back!

Go! Go! Go!

- Fuck! - Shit!

Quinn, go!

I can't. There's another weapon in back.

Base, this is Sandy. Contact with maybe

a hundred locals on street 10 and Korang Road.

Ask him how far out the squad is.

There's no gun back here, Quinn.

- It's under the seat! - It's not here!

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it!

Let him go!

Get off me!

Get back!

Goddamn it! Help me!

Help!

Quinn!

Quinn!

Carrie, no!

- We can't leave him! - He's gone!

There's nothing more we can do! Now get down!

Come on. Just give me a minute.

We don't have a minute.

The Ambassador needs to be briefed.

Yeah, well, I need a minute.

Plus, the Director's gonna want an after-action report ASAP.

We need to get our story straight.

Carrie, give me a goddamn minute.

Okay.

What do you mean, story?

You know what I mean.

We could have done more back there.

You kidding me?

No, I'm not. It was within our power.

You know what? Fuck you.

No, really, Carrie. Fuck you.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

What is wrong with you?

Five minutes. Inside.

I'm Carrie Mathison. I need to see the Ambassador.

Ma'am, you have blood all over the side of your face.

Where's the bathroom?

To your right.

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