Previously on Homeland...
This man, Saul Berenson, chief of the CIA,
will bring us back our brothers.
I've made a fool of my time. CARRIE: You haven't.
SAUL: People are dead because of it.
I wanted to be able to see you.
Why? What happened?
Dad died last night.
LOCKHART: Is there something going on I should know about?
With the Pakistanis?
Not that I know of. Why?
I'm not sure.
Something's up.
I only care about one thing:
getting us safely home, and that includes Peter Quinn.
He thinks he can find Haissam Haqqani.
We can't do this.
Bomb goes off, they'll know it's you.
Move the fuck away!
I can't lose you, Quinn!
CROWD (chanting): Haqqani! Haqqani!
Haqqani! Haqqani! Haqqani!
What the fuck?! No, no! No. Look.
Look who's in the car, Carrie.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
MARTHA: It's Alice in fucking Wonderland.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
CARRIE: Where are you?
QUINN: I'm at a safe distance.
...clipped an artery.
(Carrie screams) Hold on.
SAUL: I know a way.
(speaking Arabic)
ANDREA MITCHELL: First, the U.S. found
and killed Osama bin Laden outside...
(crowd clamoring)
CARRIE: You will die over there!
HILLARY CLINTON: You can't keep snakes in your backyard
and expect them only to bite your neighbors.
JOHN KERRY: There are things that the Pakistanis have done,
as complicated as the relationship has been.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
SAUL: I'm so sorry.
BRODY: I have to say good-bye now.
CARRIE: Just for a few more seconds.
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MAGGIE: His razor.
Okay.
Can't throw it out.
Then don't.
Stupid, right?
I don't want to throw any of these out.
I don't want him to be gone.
You okay?
Yeah.
No.
(sighs)
It was bad over there, huh?
It was horrible.
Maybe you need to get some help.
I have to ask. You taking your meds?
Yeah. I'm walking the line.
That's good.
Can't blame it on that.
Blame what?
(doorbell rings)
(sighs)
I got this.
(doorbell rings)
Carrie.
Hello.
Aren't you gonna ask me in?
Um, the baby's sleeping.
Ah.
And I'm, uh, sorry about your father.
Thank you.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
I'm looking for Peter Quinn.
Haven't seen him.
Heard from him?
Nope.
That's it? (sighs)
For all I know, he's still in Islamabad.
Doing what?
Hunting Haissam Haqqani.
I presume you were briefed on that.
I presumed he'd come to his senses,
especially with Haqqani back in the tribal areas.
Is that true?
Is that where Haqqani is?
Enjoying the full protection of the Pakistan Armed Forces.
Untouchable.
Pretty much.
But we take him out first chance we get, right?
Right.
Well, I, for one, am looking forward to that day.
We all are, but until then...
What?
One adapts to the terrain.
Meaning?
Meaning we get through
the Congressional hearings before we do anything else.
(sighs)
Well, I want to know the minute you hear from Peter.
If I hear from him.
I'll see myself out.
(vehicle doors closing)
(engine starts)
Washington has repeatedly exploited Pakistan
and interfered in our affairs.
No self-respecting state can accept such dictates,
not even from a superpower.
It's a stain on our honor.
If they want to break relations with us,
I say good riddance.
NEWS ANCHOR: A career official in the Foreign Ministry,
Tasneem Qureishi has emerged
in the last few days as a leading...
Hey.
You're gonna drive yourself crazy.
I wish it would just happen already.
Maybe it never will.
Sitting at Haqqani's side on a leash.
Of course he'll release the video.
Then there is nothing you can do about it.
(chuckles) Fuck this.
Wait and see, Saul.
People might be more understanding than you think.
Aaron Gage didn't waste any time
sending over a severance package.
With a check for a year's salary.
That buys you a lot of time to decide what you want to do next.
I know what I want to do next, goddamn it.
I want back in, want to make this right.
Baby, that's not gonna happen.
Gonna get in the shower.
I'm late for my meeting.
Hi.
(both laugh)
Is that Franny?
Oh. You know her?
Sure. We see her all the time with Frank.
Oh.
Where's he been lately?
Oh, no.
Yeah. It was sudden.
Ah, damn.
You were park friends?
Yeah.
You must be Carrie.
How'd you...?
Frank talked about you a bunch.
Oh. No kidding.
I'm Billy. Hi.
He was crazy about her, you know.
Well, he was the closest thing she had to a father.
Or mother, for that matter.
He knew you'd come back for her.
He said that?
Oh, yeah.
I know you had troubles at first,
which my wife did, too, so we talked on that.
Really?
But Frank always said,
"That girl's made of strong stuff.
"She'll get better.
She'll be here for Fran."
Boy, he really shared.
(chuckles)
Looks like he was right.
Thank you.
Thanks for telling me that.
Is there a service?
Tomorrow.
Hi.
Ah.
Thank you.
Look who showed up.
Carrie.
What is this?
I saw the obituary. I had to come.
You have a lot of nerve.
I wanted to be here.
Why? You haven't been here for 15 years.
Carrie... No, no, no.
No, you don't get to play grieving wife
all of a sudden.
MAGGIE: Would you calm down?
Maggie says you have a daughter.
I'd love to meet her.
Too bad.
Really?
You're not in our lives.
Look, I made a hard decision
a long time ago, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry a thousand times.
You know what this is called? Too little, too late.
So that's it?
Should I just get back in my car and drive away
and never darken your door again? That sounds good.
Not to me. I'd like to make amends.
Get out. MAGGIE: Excuse me.
This is my house. Fine. Then we're leaving,
'cause we're not spending another second with this woman.
If that's what you want.
Yeah, that's what I want!
(door slams) No. Hold on! Mom!
What are you doing? No. Let her go.
She's my mom, too. Fuck her!
You don't get to speak for both of us.
Good going.
Now we won't see her for another 15 years.
Works for me.
Saul.
Joe, how are you?
I'm well. Come on in.
Right there.
Nice to have you back on American soil.
What an ordeal.
You have no idea.
I do though.
I've been reading your debrief.
I think I know why you're here.
Okay.
Wondering how we're gonna play this.
Well, I wish I had good news for you.
I was hardly expecting good news.
Still,
with Lockhart on the ropes, I was hoping
we could get you back in the ring.
Doesn't have to be as director, Joe.
Give me a division, a station.
I'll take anything.
The video is the problem, Saul. Once it's out there...
I officially become persona non grata.
It would derail any confirmation hearing before it got started.
Any idea why Haqqani hasn't put it up on the Internet yet?
None.
I need to ask you something about that.
Off the record.
Sure.
I thought you hated her.
I thought so, too.
But she's the only mother I have.
So she turns on the charm, and you're ready to forgive her?
Not forgive her... exactly.
She walked out on us.
What kind of person does that?
Well... you.
No. No, that is not the same thing.
It's not? I was always coming back,
I was in touch, and I had reasons.
I'm sure she had a reason.
We know the reason.
It's just too much, you know?
I'm...
I'm sick about Dad.
Islamabad was a mind fuck.
I can't deal with her, too.
We don't even know where she is.
She didn't leave a number?
When would she have left a number?
You had a fucking pitchfork out.
He had to have popcorn, soda and Sno-Caps at the movies.
Jigsaw puzzles no less than 3,000 pieces.
And watching every single Orioles game,
yelling at them to "stop stinking up the diamond."
(quiet laughter)
These were some of Dad's favorite things.
Extremes, of course, because...
because that's who he was.
He loved me and my sister like that.
Like crazy.
He had demons-- everyone here knows that--
but... he lived with them.
And he taught me how to live with them.
This past year, he helped me with my daughter.
He took care of her.
He loved her with that same...
crazy love when I couldn't.
I don't think Franny will remember him.
But I'm taking over now, Dad.
And I'll remember for her.
PASTOR: If everyone could please turn
to page 48 in their hymnals.
(bell tolling)
Hi.
Hey. (talks quietly)
(quiet chatter continues)
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God.
Hey.
(crying softly)
(whispers): Hey.
God, I was so worried about you.
Things were worrisome there for a while.
You okay? (sighs)
Yeah.
How did you get out of there?
German intelligence was helpful.
Astrid?
Yeah.
I hid out for a while, hoping for another chance at Haqqani,
but he was gone.
I'm not sorry, Quinn.
Yeah, I get that.
I had a chance at him, too.
Right after.
He stood up
out of the sunroof suddenly, waving to the crowd.
I was moving on him, but...
Khan stopped me.
Jesus, Carrie.
Now you know how I felt.
Yeah, well, anyway, that's all over now.
Hopefully.
What's that mean?
Dar Adal came looking for you.
When? Yesterday.
Any idea why?
He didn't say.
Personally, I'd stay away from that motherfucker.
Oh, I plan to.
Good.
(quiet chatter)
Who knew Dad had so many friends?
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Who's that?
Oh, he's one of mine, from work.
Quinn.
Don't think I ever heard you mention him before.
Mm, I don't think I ever have.
Well, he and Franny seem to have hit it off.
Can I borrow him for a minute?
Course.
What'd you find out?
Crocker swears up and down
there was no engagement with Islamabad of any kind.
What about an overture to Haqqani?
He calls that "unthinkable."
"Political suicide."
How does he explain Dar Adal on the ground, then?
He doesn't. What do you mean?
I mentioned no names.
For now, you and me are as big as this club gets, okay?
Okay. Not even Quinn.
(exhales) He'd go ballistic if he knew.
Absolutely sure it was Dar Adal in that car?
It was him, all right.
Okay.
I'll do some more digging.
QUINN: Am I interrupting?
No.
Not at all. How'd your dad feel
about Irish whiskey?
Nice.
(laughter)
I mean, I'm learning
so much about my dad that I never knew.
Like what?
Like he was arrested on the Mall, protesting the Iraq War.
Six times.
SAUL: I seem to recall that.
You do?
All his letters were forwarded to me. Remember?
What letters? Hundreds he wrote
to George Tenet, demanding you be reassigned home from Baghdad.
You never told me that.
LOCKHART: Hello, all.
Hey. Look who's a nice guy.
I would have come earlier.
I was in a marathon meeting with my lawyers.
That's fun.
Barrel of monkeys.
Anyway...
my wife made a lasagna.
I know-- who wants lasagna at 10:00 at night?
I do. (chuckles)
Thanks.
Well...
Sorry about your dad.
Hey, join us.
Yeah, take a chair.
Okay.
Whiskey?
I would love a beer.
Oh, there's some inside.
Forget it. I'll have what you're having.
Thanks.
Cheers, everybody. Cheers.
Cheers.
I'm gonna go check on Franny.
So... that's done.
Tired?
Yeah, wrung out.
Were you there, too?
Pakistan? Yeah.
I've never seen Carrie so thrown after a job.
A lot went wrong.
(Franny giggles)
Hi, sweet girl.
(giggles)
Everything okay?
Yeah, I NyQuil'd her.
Just kidding. She's fine.
Ready?
Ready.
CARRIE: I'll be right back.
Well, it was nice meeting you.
Nice to meet you.
Franny took a shine to you.
(chuckles): Yeah. We made friends.
You've been quiet.
Thinking.
About?
This.
What do you mean?
Being home.
Being away from all that.
Yeah.
Normal life.
Yeah.
Feels good.
Just... laughing, you know?
Yeah.
Tonight was fun.
God, is that awful?
No. Not at all.
It was sad, but...
fun.
(exhales)
Quinn, I'll just fuck it up.
No, you won't.
I will.
I do.
I know how this goes.
It ends badly.
Till it doesn't.
Come on, you know my shit.
You know mine.
But you don't have my condition.
I've seen you... at your worst.
You should be heading for the hills.
Look, Islamabad was ugly.
It was a black hole,
and I don't want anything like that in my life ever again.
I want to get out and stay out.
Yeah.
But I can't do it on my own.
I've learned that.
Well, I haven't exactly been helpful.
But you could be.
You want out, too.
We get out together.
Well, you think about it, Carrie.
(vehicle door opens, closes)
(engine starts)
(sighs softly)
♪ ♪
You don't even know where she lives.
Missouri plates. I saw the tag number.
And?
I'll have her address in an hour.
You're just gonna show up?
That's what she did.
And you kicked her out.
I want her to look me in the eye and explain herself.
Can she stay?
I got her.
It's a long drive.
I don't want to leave her again.
Babies and road trips, bad mix.
(gurgling)
Are you sure that's okay?
Positive.
It's only a couple days.
I could use some time to think.
Okay.
Bye, sweetheart. (chuckles)
Say bye-bye. (engine starts)
Bye-bye, Mommy.
Yay.
(chuckles)
Douche bag.
Asshole.
Hey, welcome back.
Thanks.
Just in time.
For the holidays.
For the next thing.
Group's been looking for you.
Yeah, I lost my phone.
Fuck off.
Or maybe I took a hammer to it.
We got a location on three high-value IS targets
in some fortified shit hole in Aleppo,
and a very narrow window before they fuck off again.
And?
We fly tomorrow night.
Without me.
Hey, group orders: all hands,
no exceptions. I quit the group, Rob.
Since when?
Since right now, I guess.
Stop fucking around.
Shit, shower, shave, and let's go.
No, I'm serious.
I'm out.
Moved on.
To what?
You care?
Not really. Mm.
I just care about you showing up to the airframe tomorrow.
Can't do it.
You want me to take a new guy on this?
He's got to learn sometime.
Peter.
My estimation,
we're 20% less likely to pull this off without you.
20% more likely to lose guys.
I'm sorry.
Right.
Then this is your job.
Let's hope we get this done without you
and you don't have to deliver any of those.
Happy holidays.
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
Hi. Can I help you?
I'm looking for Ellen.
She's at work already.
Um... at school?
Yeah.
Jefferson.
Who are you?
I'm a friend.
I can come back.
Okay.
Um, I'm kind of late myself...
Oh, sure. Sure. Yeah.
Okay.
(engine starts)
(sighs)
(children playing in distance)
(wind chimes tinkling)
(Ellen talking quietly)
Can you look after her for a minute?
Okay, sure.
(sighs) Carrie.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I drove.
All night.
I went to your house.
Did you?
There was a boy there.
He told me where to find you.
Tim.
Who is he?
Your brother.
Half-brother.
So you left your children to go have more children?
(school bell rings)
Sorry, that was...
What I deserve.
(school bell rings)
You have to go.
Can we meet at 3:30?
At the house?
Sure.
Hey, let's go.
It's not exactly Walter's.
Out of business, huh?
Walter retired.
It's now a Pain Quotidien.
Things change.
Things go to shit.
Yeah. How are the waffles?
Not bad.
I heard you met with Crocker.
I did.
Well, what about?
Damage assessment.
And?
Two torpedoes in my side, taking on water.
(chuckles)
Lockhart's resignation will be on the president's desk
by the end of next week.
So I hear.
What if I told you
I can put your name back on the short list to replace him?
I'd say you were having a major senior moment.
What's that?
It's the video of you and Haqqani.
I've been assured it's the only copy.
But even if it isn't,
I've been assured it'll never be released.
Don't look so shocked.
We have to see events for what they are.
WOMAN: Good morning.
Can I get you gentlemen started with anything?
Coffee?
Can we have a minute? Take your time.
What have you done to get this?
It's not what I've done. It's what I got in return.
What have you done?
I reached out to Haqqani.
I told him I'd take his name off the kill list
in exchange for a commitment
not to harbor terrorists in Afghanistan.
He's the fucking terrorist.
Is he?
He just massacred 36 Americans.
Menachem Begin killed
91 British soldiers at the King David Hotel
before becoming prime minister.
You know what this conversation is?
Sedition.
Saul,
steady.
Well, it's wrong.
Just plain wrong.
In the two months since we handed over combat operations
in Helmand, the Taliban has reclaimed district centers
in all but one city.
Haqqani will be in Kabul by Christmas.
Well, what makes you think he'll keep his word?
Why anyone keeps their word.
Because it's in their self-interest.
Plus...
he offered a show of good faith.
And let's face it,
not every choice we make is blessed with moral clarity.
Especially in our business.
What's that line?
"We are the no-men of no-man's-land."
Come back.
Lead us.
The agency is waiting for you with open arms.
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Quinn.
QUINN: Hi.
Hey.
There's a rumor you're in Missouri.
Yeah. (sighs)
I found out where my mom is.
And drove there.
It's out of the blue, I know. Um...
I should have called you.
It's just been a whirlwind.
How are you?
I'm wondering about you.
Yeah.
Um, we should talk, obviously.
You want me to join you? I could fly out.
Uh, no, no.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm kind of in the middle of something.
I have a brother, it turns out.
What?
Yeah. See, I...
I have a lot to deal with.
I can't think about anything else right now.
Hey, look, if it's a no, just say.
It's not. I... I just...
I've been dealing with this other stuff.
No problem.
God, look at me, Quinn.
I'm on a crazy road trip like my dad used to take.
I'm no good for you.
Or anyone else.
So it is a no.
I didn't say that.
Don't pressure me, okay?
Okay.
Look, I got to go. Um...
I'll be back in a few days. We'll talk then.
Right.
Bye.
(car approaching)
Hydrangeas.
Your dad.
"They'll take all your water, but they're worth it."
So should I be bracing to meet Tim's father?
No.
He left before the baby was born.
And how old is Tim? He's 14, 15?
15.
Why didn't you just...
tell us you were pregnant?
I couldn't.
But you could just vanish?
It's hard to explain.
Well, how about you try.
I guess I wasn't very good at being married.
You mean you weren't very good at being married to Dad.
To anyone.
I don't get it.
(sighs)
Let's go inside.
Did Dad know?
Not about Tim's father, no.
Wh-What do you mean, not about Tim's father?
There were others?
Yeah. There were others.
How did I not know about this?
Dad never said a word.
He was loyal like that.
He'd forgive me, and then I'd...
go out and do it all over again.
Until it ruined us.
He always said that-that you left because of him.
Because he was too impossible to live with.
No.
I mean, it wasn't easy.
It was a circus at times-- you know that.
Yeah.
But I broke it apart.
I got pregnant and...
couldn't face up to what I'd done.
Uh, so don't blame him.
Blame him? Blame him?
No, I-I don't.
Good.
He stayed. You're the one who let me down.
Right when I needed you the most, by the way.
What's that mean?
I got sick.
Like Dad. The first month of college.
And then a professor walked me into the E.R.,
and then I'm on a psych ward,
and then I'm in a room-- just me and a mattress
and a cage on the window.
Oh, my God.
All I wanted was my mom.
And you were not there. You were nowhere.
How do you not call?
How do you not send a fucking Christmas card?
I always meant to get in touch,
but I couldn't say what I'd done.
I'd hurt so many people already.
I just had to stop.
I had to stop and do one...
right thing.
Focus on Tim.
And so I did.
I have to go.
Are you okay?
I've always thought that being bipolar
meant that you couldn't be with people.
Not for the long haul,
'cause they'll up and leave you, soon enough.
No.
Well, that's what I've thought.
All this time.
It's not true. Please believe that.
I don't even know if that's possible anymore.
It's possible.
(line ringing)
(line clicks, beeps) Quinn.
FEMALE VOICE: The number you have dialed has been changed,
disconnected, or is no longer in service.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
(line clicks, beeps)
FEMALE VOICE: The number you have dialed has been
changed, disconnected, or is...
(phone chimes)
(line ringing)
ADAL (recorded): I'm unreachable at the moment.
Please leave a message. (beep)
Where is he? Where's Quinn?
All right, put those with the M4s.
Next to the generator, over there.
Who's the new guy?
Dale.
I'm going. You're not.
What?
Take these.
This is fucked up.
Yeah.
Take them.
(doorbell rings)
A call back would've been nice.
You were the one who was supposed to be in touch with me.
After you heard from Peter.
Where is he?
Not out here.
Where is he?
I imagine somewhere on the Turkish border by now,
about to cross over into Syria.
I need to speak to him. Impossible.
Don't give me that bullshit. Hey.
If he's on a mission, there's a way to reach him.
Actually, there's not.
They went dark a little over an hour ago.
I was just on the phone to Ops 4.
When do they check in next?
They don't.
What do you mean?
The mission is open-ended.
They're responsible for their own extraction.
From Syria?
From Iraq, most likely.
I need to speak to Quinn.
And I said no.
I saw you in Islamabad.
In the backseat of an SUV with Haissam Haqqani.
What are you playing at, Carrie?
I call it give me what I fucking want.
You're not listening. I can't.
I will leave here and go straight to The Washington Post.
No, you won't.
Watch me.
You might consider talking to Saul before you do.
He'd explain to you what's at stake here.
I know what's at stake.
You make a deal with Haqqani, you dishonor every officer,
every soldier at the embassy who died at his hands.
Saul would spit in your face.
Ask him yourself.
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(panting)
(engine starts)
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