06x05 - Casus Belli

Saul: Previously on Homeland...

A word in your ear about the president-elect.

Stop the bad advice.

Dar: She doesn't realize we're facing an existential threat.

Dar: You're going to Abu Dhabi.

Dar: The Mossad Operation.

Saul: You are Farhad Nafisi, a member of the Iranian delegation.

Your main purpose here is to negotiate an illegal arms deal on behalf of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps.

Javadi: Are we cheating on the agreement?

A parallel program with North Korea?

Is that what you're asking?

I need a straight answer.

[door unlocks]

Quinn: In the apartment across the street, somebody is watching.

I saw, by the window, there are these small holes in the carpet.

Oh, Quinn. Not this again.

♪ ♪

[engine starts]

[camera shutter clicks]

I need the transcript of a call placed between these two numbers within 24 hours of this date.

Conlin: You gotta push him to meet Hafiz.

Saad: I'm telling you, he flat out refused.

Conlin: Delete the recording.

What do you want?

Sekou Bah cleared and released by tomorrow morning, or this goes to the Attorney General.

Is this some kind of a trick?

No trick.

The government's dropping all charges.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

[explosion]

Saul: What is it?

Etai: You're needed back home.

There's been an attack in New York.

♪ and the home of the brave ♪

Scott-Heron: The first revolution is when you change your mind about how you look at things and see that there might be another way to look at it that you have not been shown.

[crowd shouting]

Scahill: The brutality against protesters, the para-militarization of law enforcement.

Carrie: That's why we have to keep trying.

PE: We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism, we need a new strategy.

Gil Scott-Heron: The revolution will not be televised.

Greenwald: ...the system of indefinite detention...

Scahill: FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities...

DeMarco: Security. Got an agitated non-compliant patient.

Get away from me!

What's his name again?

Peter Quinn.

Scott-Heron: You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.

It's a very alarming charge.

The Russians hacked our committees.

woman: The continuation of endless war.

Quinn: Can't you get that through your f*cking skull?

Scott-Heron: The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

Scahill: The US continues to engage in a covert war with very, very high stakes.

Saul: I made promises and didn't keep them.

Priest: This world began right after 9/11.

Scott-Heron: The revolution will not be televised, not be televised. There will be no rerun, brothers and sisters. The revolution will be live.

Chaffetz: Which agency?

McCullough: I can't say that here in an open hearing, sir.

Quinn: You saved me.

Carrie: Yes.

Quinn: Why?

[indistinct conversations]

I couldn't sleep last night.

I just couldn't sleep last night, and I didn't know why.

But then I found out.

We all found out.

And the more I think about it, what happened-- a bomb going off in the streets of New York City, again!

The more I think about that, the angrier I get.

I mean, I am sitting here, I am so upset.

I can barely speak!

What did you expect would happen?

What did you expect would happen if you let down your guard, if you announce to the world the terrorist threat has passed?

Oh, they're all in Raqqa, or wherever, bringin' on the end of the world over there with their goats!

If you stop pushing back against them here, every minute, if you are that stupid, what do you get?

Boom! That's what you get!

Madame President-elect, I hope you're listening, and if you are, hear me now.

You brought this down on us.

You did.

And I can't take it anymore.

I won't take it anymore.

And I am not alone.

I am not alone.

If you want a fight, and apparently you do--

If you want a fight, you've got one from me.

In spades.

You've got the fight of your life.

woman: No one has taken responsibility for the attack, but investigators are treating this incident an act of terrorism.

We should know more after the NYPD's investigation.

Ma'am.

Thoms: Your ride is inbound, ma'am.

Just a few minutes away.

You're sure this is necessary?

Absolutely. Until we can be sure there are no more attacks coming.

I just got the new numbers.

Two dead, half-a-dozen wounded.

Two fatalities?

Plus the driver.

I don't understand. They said the blast was huge.

Most people weren't at work yet.

So we got lucky.

Keane: I just spent two years telling the country not to over-react every time we hear a bang.

Emmons: This was a lot more than a bang.

I feel like a deserter.

If you stay, they've said what they'll do.

Emmons: Roll out the National Guard, surround the hotel.

Emmons: We'll have cammies and automatic weapons on parade all over Midtown.

People do want you safe.

Madame President-elect.

[sighs] Fine.

Thoms: Just the President-elect, sir.

Wait. I need him with me.

Your staff will be brought up separately.

Brought where? Where are we going?

They'll tell us when we're airborne, ma'am.

Go. I'll catch up with you.

Go.

[helicopter blades whirring]

man: Standing here at the site of what is certainly the most destructive incident in New York City since 9/11.

man: There are two confirmed dead and many more wounded, according to initial reports.

Carrie: Franny, you've seen enough of that, okay?

man: ...with the final body count still very much uncertain, as recovery efforts by the police and fire departments continue.

man: Meanwhile, the city is bracing itself...

It's gonna be on TV all day.

Today and tomorrow and the next day and the next...

And they don't do that to tell people what's going on.

They do that to scare people.

But there's no reason to be scared.

People died.

I'm afraid that's true.

And are we careful? Yes.

When we need to be.

But right now, we're at home, and it's time to get ready for school, just like any other day.

Because you are safe and I'm safe.

Is Quinn?

What?

Franny: Is Quinn safe?

Carrie: Yes, sweetie. Yes, he is.

[man speaking indistinctly on TV]

[cellphone rings]

[sighs]

[ringing continues]

Carrie: Um, Hey, Quinn?

I-I need to get this.

Franny needs to get her backpack ready for school.

Could you help her with that?

Uh, sure.

[cellphone ringing continues]

Uh, Reda.

Thank God.

I was afraid you weren't picking up.

I got a call from the FBI to meet them at our office, and they showed up with warrants.

Wait, what's going on? Back up.

The van that delivered the bombs--

Sekou was driving it.

Franny: Mom! Where's my crayons?

Reda: Did you hear me?

Our client. Sekou Bah.

Yeah, I-I heard.

Franny: Mom!

Uh, look in your room, honey!

Carrie?

Carrie: Yeah, I'm here.

I-I just--

I don't believe it.

Well, it's true.

I'm looking at the wreckage on the TV right now.

How could they even know?

Apparently there's security cam footage they haven't made public yet of the truck, just before it blew.

It's Sekou's van, his delivery route.

No one can contact him.

Sir.

Listen.

You've got to get over to his apartment right away.

Well, I can't right now.

You've got to.

His mother and his sister are being interrogated by the FBI.

We need to make sure they don't get themselves in trouble.

Reda, I've got Franny to deal with.

I want to get her off to school like a normal day.

There's no school today. Are you kidding me?

The whole city is on lockdown.

Yes, I'm coming.

Sir, now!

Carrie, just until I can get there.

Okay. Okay. I'll, um-- I'll figure something out.

Baa, 'cause he's a sheep, obviously.

Blue 'cause he's blue.

And Hop.

Hop.

Great name.

I named him when I was little.

That's all I could say.

Do you like rabbits?

Yes, I do.

There's a famous rabbit called Peter, like me.

Peter Quinn?

Peter Rabbit.

Well, hello. [laughs]

Can I talk to him?

Something wrong?

Her school is closed, and I've got a crisis at work.

I reached the nanny, but she won't be here for 45 minutes.

You want me to babysit till she gets here?

I'm not a baby!

Would you?

[Franny speaking indistinctly]

♪ ♪

[helicopter blades whirring]

[indistinct conversations]

man: Copy that. She's setting down now.

I got eyes on.

Base is clear.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

This way, ma'am.

When does my Chief of Staff get here?

It shouldn't be long.

How do I talk to him in the meantime?

Communications are still in process.

[radio chatter]

♪ ♪

[radio chatter]

[sirens wailing in distance]

Aby: Say it's not true.

man: Ma'am.

Say it's not true. Say it.

My son.

[cries]

Conlin: So we both think he couldn't have done it by himself.

Simone: That's not what I said.

I said he didn't do it.

Conlin: Oh, he did it.

The security cam caught it-- the actual moment he blew himself up, along with everything for three blocks around him.

You want to see?

No!

So who was he in contact with?

Simone: Nobody.

He must have been talking to someone.

Just that skeezy informant that you sicced on him.

Okay. That's enough.

Come with me.

She's not saying another word without a lawyer.

Conlin: Really? That's what's on your mind?

Your client just set off a bomb in Manhattan.

It's a miracle there were only two people killed.

As far as we know, there's another blast coming.

So how about some acknowledgement that maybe you misjudged things a little?

I've got meetings this afternoon all the way up to the director, and all anyone will want to know is how that shitbag who we had in lockup got released to the streets.

So, what are you gonna tell them?

Everything, including how you used a recording between me and my informant to get your bomber released.

So I need to know-- That recording.

Where did you get it?

I can't say.

Conlin: Yeah. You can.

Pretty much had to come from NSA.

Unless the CIA has some monitoring program I don't know about.

Answer me! Where did it come from?

I told you, I can't say!

Imagine that hundreds of people are dead in Manhattan right now.

And then ask yourself why you're still wasting time f*cking with me.

I'm not f*cking with you.

I just can't say.

Get out of here.

You hear me?

Conlin: You're not wanted.

Martin!

Get her out of here.

Franny: One potato, two potato.

See how it works?

Well, almost.

I need to see it again to get it right.

Okay, pay attention.

Franny: Nine potato-- nine potato, ten potato.

Now you try.

One more time.

Franny: Okay.

[doorbell rings]

Oh. That must be your cool kid sitter.

Her name is Latisha.

[knock on door]

woman: Hi. We're looking for Carrie Mathison.

Sir, is she home?

No.

Carrie Mathison of The Fair Trial Project?

I said no.

What can you tell us about the suicide bomber Sekou Bah?

We understand she represented him.

Franny: Who's that?

Nobody.

We're looking for Carrie Mathison.

woman: Is that your mom?

♪ ♪

Thoms: The president upped security protocols when we were in the air for key personnel.

And I'm one of them.

Of course.

I'm so important I have no phone.

It's to safeguard your physical location, ma'am.

I'll let you know the second a secure line is available.

Oh, this is Marjorie Diehl.

She'll be assisting you.

Marjorie.

Ma'am, can I get you anything?

My staff.

A TV so I can see what's going on.

It's being activated.

What does that mean?

We're waiting for the cable guy?

It won't be long.

Nothing for now, thanks.

[indistinct conversations]

♪ ♪

man: Right out front, sir.

What did I say last time? I can't be seen with you.

It's about the bomb.

When we met before--

Met?

Carrie: Fine.

I ambushed you so you could get me the recording of a conversation between an informant and his FBI handler.

That conversation was about my client, Sekou Bah.

Wait, what?

Sekou Bah.

They're saying that he drove the van that exploded.

Yeah, I'm aware of what he did.

You're the one who got him released?

The recording did.

The handler was telling the informant to destroy evidence.

The whole case got thrown out.

So, hey, he just walks free?

Holy sh1t.

Holy sh1t.

Obviously I had no idea what was coming next.

I mean, the explosion, I still don't believe it.

Carrie: But because the recording got Sekou released, it's important evidence in the bombing investigation.

Now, I've told the FBI I wouldn't say where I got it, and I won't, but...

It wasn't from me.

Well, right.

But... [laughs]

The problem is, they know it must have come from the NSA.

Your organization's gonna be looking internally, so it's not gonna be enough just to say that.

I didn't give it to you. Really.

Roger: You came to me, you asked me to violate 50 federal laws.

Yeah, I said no.

Yeah, but...

Roger: No. No. No "but."

No anything. I didn't do it.

After you pressured me, for old times' sake, I did exactly what I'm supposed to do.

I filled out a contact report and I sent it up the chain.

Whatever got that guy released...

Carrie, it didn't come from me.

♪ ♪

Franny: Did my mom do something wrong?

Quinn: No.

Franny: Well, then, why are those people all mad at her?

They're not mad at her.

They look mad.

You know you're always... safe with me, right?

Damn it.

Latisha!

Hi. Latisha.

Peter Quinn.

Latisha: Hi! Well, well, well.

That is quite a crowd you got there!

Latisha: Did they say why they're here?

They want to talk to Carrie.

They know she's not here, right?

I told them, but they won't go.

Well, here's what I think we should do.

[knocks on door]

Wait a second.

Sir, we're looking for Carrie Mathison for comment on the attack.

Can you tell her?

She's not here!

Woman: May I ask your name?

Do you live here?

You don't live here?

Sir?

Are you acquainted with the bomber Sekou Bah?

Is there anything you can tell us about him?

Sir. Thank you. We're looking for comment on--

[gasps]

[choking] Okay, sir. You don't want to talk.

I see that now.

Just let me go, I'll leave you in peace.

Who are you?

Tina Meyers, RCB News.

Oh, Jesus--

How did you find this place?

Carrie Mathison defended Sekou Bah.

It's public record.

Someone called the station, said there was gonna be a demonstration here.

Who?

Tina: Someone, I don't know.

Does he live across the--

Does-- Does he?

I-I don't know.

[squeals] Please.

[gasping] Please.

Please!

Tell your people to get away.

Tina: They're not my people!

Tell them!

[crowd gasps]

[crowd shouting]

I'm thinking I should take Franny home.

She-- she is home.

With me, I mean.

Carrie said stay here.

That was before all those people showed up.

I promised.

Let's just call Carrie and see what she thinks, okay?

Not okay.

[whispering] They're listening.

[car approaching]

Madame President-elect.

You were expecting someone else.

My staff.

They'll be here as soon as possible.

The press is all over them.

Logistics are proving tricky.

I can't even talk to them.

Elevated security protocols, I know.

That's why I brought you this.

It connects via SIPRNet.

You can speak with specific people in the White House, including the president.

Thank you.

It's a start.


Keane: Please.

Dar: I'd like to bring you up to speed on the attack and a few unfortunate facts you should be aware of.

The bomber's name was Sekou Bah, an American Muslim of Nigerian descent.

He'd just been released from the Metropolitan Detention Center where he was awaiting trial on federal terrorism charges.

Wait. We had him in custody?

We did.

He was being defended pro bono by a non-profit in Brooklyn.

They got the case thrown out on procedural grounds.

But there's something you should know.

I'm afraid one of our former officers works at this non-profit and was very involved in the case.

Carrie Mathison.

We have no reason to believe she had any foreknowledge of the bombing, but we're looking into it.

In the meantime, I'm sure you can understand the need to keep your head down.

For how long?

Ma'am, the fact is the blast happened less than 20 blocks from your hotel.

You're not saying he was heading toward me.

We just don't know.

Thank God he never reached his destination.

But this was a man who hated the US government.

You are the premiere symbol of that government in New York at the moment.

And with the possibility of accomplices out there, I'm asking that we err on the side of caution.

So.

That's all, then.

Is there anything I can get for you?

No.

You sure?

Keane: A TV.

I've already asked. How hard can it be?

Dar: I'll put in a request on my way out.

You're leaving now?

Saul Berenson is inbound from Tel Aviv.

I was hoping to be there to meet him.

But if you need me...

No.

And thanks for this.

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

man: Terrorist!

woman: Terrorist! Terrorist!

man: Terrorist!

Terrorist!

[glass shatters]

[Franny screams]

[Gunshot]

[crowd screaming, shouting]

man: He shot me!

Get up!

Franny: I want my mommy. I want my mommy!

Latisha: Please.

Please. Just-- Just let us go find her mom.

It's not safe.

Got to get downstairs and out of sight.

It's okay.

Nothing better happen to this child.

There's a bathroom.

Lock yourself in until I say it's okay to come out.

[sirens wail in distance]

[cellphone rings]

Yes.

It's me, again. Carrie. Don't hang up.

Where are you?

Carrie: I-I can't say.

There's a whole bunch of things I can't say except in person, but you need to know something.

Carrie: About the recording I played you, that we were discussing earlier.

What about it?

It didn't come from my source.

I don't understand. How did you get it, then?

That's just it-- I don't know.

There's some third party involved.

I have no idea who.

But whoever it is, they delivered it right to my desk.

Did you hear me?

Conlin: Yes.

Carrie: Whoever it is knew that I would use the audio file to get my client released.

They wanted Sekou Bah set free.

We need to meet right away.

Just wait.

Are you aware of what's going on at your house?

Carrie: Why, what is it?

Conlin: It's on TV.

They're calling it a hostage situation.

[police radio chatter, indistinct conversations]

♪ ♪

[siren wails in distance]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[indistinct conversations]

officer: Ma'am, I need you to keep moving.

That's my house. My daughter's in there.

Who's in charge?

All right. Come with me.

man: Copy that. Red entry team, ready to go.

Chief, she says she lives here.

I do live here. Carrie Mathison.

What's going on?

The shooter's got two hostages-- a young girl and a Hispanic woman.

That's my daughter. And her nanny.

chief: And this guy? You know him?

Carrie: His name is Peter Quinn.

He's living with us.

Well, he shot a man.

Yeah, who-- who was throwing rocks at them!

That's what I heard on the radio.

He could have killed him.

If he wanted to, the guy would be dead right now, believe me.

Look, I-I-I don't know what you think is going on or why, but you need to understand something.

The man in there is a US soldier just released from psychiatric care, suffering from severe PTSD, and this is making things worse.

[sighs] Let me go in and talk to him.

[chief] He's already got two hostages.

I'm not gonna give him a third.

I'm telling you--

They're not hostages and he's not a shooter!

When I left this morning, I asked him to protect my daughter.

And he is!

From people throwing rocks, from this army you've got out here.

You don't know that.

Yeah, I do!

I-- You need to!

Quinn! Quinn!

Carrie: Quinn!

chief: You can't go in there!

Let go of me!

You need to calm down!

[police radio chatter]

chief: The shooter's position is confirmed.

Let's do it.

Do what?

Do what?!

No! You cannot do this!

That man is a highly trained warfighter.

If you enter the building, people will die!

officer: Ma'am, you have to come with me.

Did you hear me?! My daughter is in there!

[police radio chatter]

[police radio chatter]

Quinn: [breathing heavily]

[gun clicks]

[indistinct conversations]

Back off!

man: Get out! Get out! Get out!

Clear out! Clear out!

Back the f*ck off!

You don't want to do this!

Shut up!

What the hell are they doing?

Back off! And shut it!

Get him out! Get him out!

Stand down! Stand down!

I repeat, stand down! Get the hell out of there!

Abort!

God damn it!

Welcome back.

Well... there's a surprise.

I was up here anyway, briefing the president-elect at the Millbrook offsite.

What's she make of it? The bombing?

I'd say she's still processing.

You could tell, though, she's... not chastened, exactly, but a little more open.

Open to you.

To reality.

So, how is your sister?

Long story.

Yeah. We got time.

[laughs]

I got picked up over there by our friend Etai.

You must know that.

Oh, yeah.

He's up in arms.

Says you've been less than candid.

[chuckles]

I've been?

Mm-hmm.

How did we get on to this anyway?

The evidence Iran is cheating on the nuclear deal?

Mossad.

Which division? Intelligence?

Why, is there a problem?

Well, you tell me.

I go to Abu Dhabi where they have me question this Iranian financier they found, Nafisi.

You said he was lying.

Well, he may not be the only one.

Oh?

Because afterward, I'm shredding documents and I see it-- a gold pack of Nafisi's cigarettes in a place it couldn't possibly be-- a room we used only for surveillance, a room Nafisi never set foot in.

At least not while I was there.

And you think...

The obvious.

Mossad must have been briefing him in that room before I arrived-- what to say, how to act, you know.

You think the whole thing was a charade?

It's a real possibility.

Awaiting confirmation.

What kind of confirmation?

Javadi.

I met up with him in the West Bank.

That's what the trip to my sister was all about.

[groans]

officer: You must be military.

[groans] Where'd you serve?

Army? Marines?

Quinn: I served.

I did, too.

Good for you.

What happened to you?

You obviously got hurt.

[Grunts]

You know, when I came back, I went through a lot of heavy sh1t.

What I found--

Shut up.

People can be very sympathetic.

We came in tactical 'cause that's our job.

No one wants to hurt you.

Latisha: [speaks indistinctly]

I want to leave.

Franny, get back in there.

Get her back in there.

Latisha: Let us go.

officer: Let them go.

It's the best way to show you don't want to hurt anyone.

Quinn: Franny, go back in there.

Get her back in there.

officer: You have me.

Let them go.

Franny, get back-- Franny, now!

Latisha: Franny, come on.

Franny: I want to go.

[officer groaning]

[police radio chatter, indistinct conversations]

chief: Your house guest.

He's got an Glock 17.

You know what that is?

Yeah. What else?

M4 auto rifle with 180 rounds.

So we can agree we don't want to start a shooting war.

We can agree whatever.

What matters now is that guy in there.

Same as before. I want to talk to him.

Okay.

Alone.

You stay here.

Fine.

♪ ♪

Hey, Quinn?

Quinn?

It's me.

Hey, Quinn.

I-I don't even know where to begin.

This is-- this is so f*cked up.

I--

What I need to believe is that you're protecting Franny, okay?

Because that's what I asked you to do when I left here this morning.

That's what I've told everybody here.

[sighs]

I shouldn't have left you alone here with her.

And I'm so sorry.

But I--

I had such a good feeling, seeing the two of you together.

Really. It was--

It was...

It was the best feeling I'd had in a really long time.

So it's-- it's my fault, okay?

But that doesn't mean I know how to get us out of this.

All I know is that I need to see my daughter.

I need to make sure that she's okay.

So I'm gonna come in now, okay?

Just me.

Carrie: Quinn?

[door closes]

Carrie: Quinn?

Quinn: Got to get them to go.

Carrie: I know.

I told them that and they are.

They're not.

They let me in here. They want this to end.

Where is she? Where's Franny?

In the bathroom with the woman.

With Latisha?

They're safe.

And the policeman?

He's not a policeman.

Quinn, tell me he's okay.

He can't breathe.

Quinn, he can't breathe!

[coughs, gasps]

[grunts]

Hey, Chief! Get a look at this.

What have we got?

Looks like Markus' body cam came back up.

captain: Yeah, there we go. Look at that.

We can see the whole thing.

Do we have audio?

I never should have let you come in here.

Why's that?

We know too much.

They'll never let us go now.

Quinn: You hear me?

Franny: Mommy, mommy. I want to get out of here.

I know, honey. So do I.

I need to call Francisco and let him know I'm all right.

No. That's not a good idea.

Here. Text him.

[grunts]

Don't make this worse.

Shh.

You can end this.

Shut up!

Mommy.

Carrie: Yes, sweetie?

When can we go?

As soon as I get Quinn out of here.

There's been a huge misunderstanding, and I need him to explain.

Okay, we got all three women out of harm's way right now.

This is an opportunity, but we got to move fast.

Go.

I'm on it.

captain: All right, boys. Listen up.

This is what we're doing.

officer: Confirm your position. How do you copy?

man: Alpha confirms.

[police radio chatter]

Shh.

[footsteps approaching]

Get in the shower. Get in the shower!

Carrie: Keep your heads down.

Get back in the bathroom.

Quinn, put it down.

They said they wouldn't come in. They promised.

I told you. They're not gonna let us leave.

[police radio chatter]

Back off!

Quinn: They've been watching us.

Who has?

Across the street, for weeks now.

No, Quinn. Nobody's been watching us.

We've been over this. You're not seeing straight.

Hey. Look at me. Look at me.

This whole thing-- it's a misunderstanding.

No, it's not.

[panting]

I have proof.

[glass shatters]

officer: We're in!

Carrie: No!

officer: Move in!

No!

officer: Get on the ground! Get down!

Now! On the ground!

Carrie: He's down! He's down! He's down!

officer: Stay down. Move in!

man: We're clear!

man: Clear!

Don't hurt him!

Move in!

officer: Get him out of here.

Check the hostages.

Mommy.

[grunts]

officer: Don't move.

Copy. Bravo, clear.

Weapon secured!

[breathing heavily]

Keane: Rob Emmons--

E-M-M-O-N-S.

What list?

How can he not be on the list?

He's my Chief of Staff.

Wait. Wait.

No, no, no, no, no.

I need to talk to him.

You need to make that happen.

Hello?

Hello?

[indistinct conversation in distance]

man on TV: ...all of these UN summits, and she shakes their dirty hands, soaked in American blood.

And this woman....

She's grinning that stupid grin, believing everything they're saying.

Buying all of their promises of deals and treaties and global cooperation, and she invites them in to our cities.

[police radio chatter in distance]

Carrie: Hey, beautiful girl.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

And I'm gonna make it up to you, okay?

I'm gonna make it up to you if it takes forever.

I promise.

[Whispers] Carrie.

[sighs]

Hey, sweetie.

Can you wake up to get to the car?

Sweetie?

Francisco: She's had a long day.

[police radio chatter, indistinct conversations]

You sure it's okay, us staying with you?

Yeah. She could use some friendly faces.

It'll only be a couple of days.

Uh, I'll be there as soon as I can.

It shouldn't be more than an hour.

Mommy! Mommy!

Yeah, I'm here, Franny.

Hey.

Where are we going?

To Latisha's to see Kai.

Are you coming?

Carrie: Yes. Soon.

I just need to get your clothes and mine and then I'll be right there, okay?

Bring Hop.

I will.

He needs me.

I know he does.

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[engine starts]

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You know what they're calling it--

"Escape From New York."

Because while New Yorkers were dealing with this terrible attack, the president-elect fled to a "secure location."

Still undisclosed.

General, you were in the Pentagon on 9/11.

man: That's right.

You had a plane come right through your office window.

Where did you run to?

man: We didn't.

reporter: Exactly.

reporter: You held your ground.

Now, this woman has been telling us since she hit the campaign trail two years ago--

"Don't over-react," and here she is, not even following her own advice.

And what I'm wondering-- would you fight for her, General?

I fight for my country.

Well, I am with you there.

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[exhaling shallowly]

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[breathing shallowly]

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