03x02 - Uh... Oh... Ah...

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President Reagan: Air and naval forces of the United States launched a series of strikes against t*rror1st 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 H.W. Bush: This will not stand, this aggression against, uh, Kuwait.

Reagan: This relentless pursuit of terror.

President George H.W. Bush: We will make no distinction...

Reporter: The USS Cole was att*cked 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 f*cking 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 - 3x02

"Uh... Oh... Ah..."

Previously on Homeland...

Lockhart: It's been 58 days since the att*ck on Langley in which 219 Americans lost their lives.

How can the CIA be expected to protect this country if it can't even protect itself?

Adal: Her history of insubordination and mental illness might be more useful to us than a good performance in front of the Select Committee.

I won't do that.

I won't throw Carrie under the bus.

Dr Richardson: Dana has made great progress over the last month.

She's doing well.

You mean for someone who got in a bathtub and tried to slit her wrists?

When can I see you again?

Ryan: His name is Majid Javadi.

The other six make up the network he put together to plan and carry out the att*cks on Langley.

Take 'em.

(g*nshots)

Frank: Have you seen the paper yet?

All right, now, the headline is... "CIA Officer Linked to Langley Bomber."

I assume you've seen this.

We all know how we hate things getting out into the press, unless of course we put them out there ourselves.

Carrie, you're making a bad mistake.

f*ck you! f*ck all of you!

Perhaps you'd care to comment on the article in yesterday's paper.

The case officer in question, she's been diagnosed as bipolar, a condition she concealed from her superiors for more than ten years.

Lockhart: Did she conceal from you the fact that she was sleeping with Congressman Brody?

I'm afraid she did, yes.

(scoffing)

Carrie.

I need to talk to Saul. Saul!

He's not here, Carrie.

Saul!

He's not here.

He left already. He had some early morning meeting.

With whom?

I don't know.

We could call him.

Well, if I could call him, why would I come all the way here?

Are you okay?

(scoffs)

Well, tell Saul I came by.

I'm sure he knows.

What is going on with you two?

Hey.

Saul told me about the incident.

What incident?

At the restaurant.

Oh, that.

He said you were very upset.

Well, yeah.

I-I guess I was.

But, you know, if-if I think about an incident that's upsetting to me, no, I think it would have to be when he sold me down the river in front of the f*cking Senate Select Committee.

Now, that..hat was upsetting.

Be sure to tell him I came by.

Carrie...

Uh, he had his chance.

(scoffs)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(scanner beeps)

So they found nothing.

So far.

Out of all this, including a damn laptop.

We're bringing in a specialist.

She'll find something.

There's a nine-year-old dead. She better.

(door opens)

Hello?

This is Conference B?

Yeah.

You're Fara?

Yes.

I'm Saul Berenson.

This is Peter Quinn.

Is something wrong?

No.

(phone vibrating)

I got to take care of this.

Peter, you'll get her up to speed?

Sure.

So, how long have you worked here?

Since the first.

Of the year?

Of the month.

Eight days.

Our transactions expert arrived.

How is she?

A kid in a headscarf.

And most of the banking division vanished in the expl*si*n.

You asked for a specialist with language skills.

That's what you get.

So, what do you got?

Carrie.

She called a reporter.

Apparently, she thinks it's important they, quote, "hear her side of the story."

She give any indication what that is?

Not yet, but you know what she's gonna say.

We knew Brody was a t*rror1st all along.

He wore a su1c1de vest into a bunker with the vice president.

She tried to warn us; nobody would listen.

So call the editor; get him to shut it down.

She's out for blood, Saul.

We keep her away from these guys, she just goes somewhere else.

Look, we knew this might happen.

We planned for it.

I just wanted you to know I'm gonna stop her.

Okay, I'd like you to acknowledge that I am recording this and that everything you say is on the record.

Yeah, I'm being recorded.

I see the red light, and I want everything on the record.

I'm Nicole Hung, here with...

Carrie Mathison.

You've been with the CIA 14 years.

Yes.

You told me you had a falling out recently.

No, what I said was I'm under att*ck.

A week ago, you published a story that an unnamed CIA officer was in a romantic relationship with the Langley Bomber.

And is that officer you?

No, you're missing the point.

No one at the CIA was in a relationship with the Langley Bomber.

Okay, wait, according to my source...

The CIA.

I can't confirm that.

Well, I don't know what kind of conversation you expect to have here if you won't acknowledge the f*cking obvious.

The CIA gave you that story to set me up.

For what?

The big lie.

Now, despite what they said, Nicholas Brody is not responsible for the expl*si*n at Langley.

And you can prove this?

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

Did Saul Berenson know when he testified before the Senate subcommittee?

Of course he did.

Everything he said was bullshit.

Now, I'm not the one who got it wrong.

I'm the only one who got it right, and for the longest time, I couldn't get anyone at the CIA to believe me.

Did you tell anyone that I was coming here?

Just my editor.

Just your editor?

f*cking Saul.

Officer: Carrie Mathison, DC Metro.

You need to come with us.

(scoffs)

What, three of you?

You think that's enough?

Standard procedure, ma'am.

Yeah, for-for what?

What sort of bullshit charges did they make up?

There's no charges, ma'am.

We've got a psychiatric detention order.

You understand what that is?

Yeah, I understand.

Hey, that's not necessary.

Is it?

(laughs quietly)

Now, you're entitled to a full commitment hearing within 24 hours.

This is complete bullshit!

You know that, right?

Ma'am, please.

(scoffs)

So, you've been back home now, what, almost a week?

How's that going?

Is it a challenge?

Why would it be a challenge?

I don't know.

Reentry, being back out in the world?

I'm not back out in the world though.

I'm stuck at home.

And why is that?

Dana thinks that she's..amous in a bad way.

The word is "infamous."

Richardson: Is that what you think, that you're infamous?

Okay. No, I'm not.

Well, which is it?

Well, let's see.

My dad blew up the CIA, he k*lled 300 people, they call it the second 9/11, and it was all anybody talked about for a month and a half.

What your dad did?

Right.

What about what you did?

What I did? This?

By comparison, it's, like, nothing.

I know what you mean by that, but it's not nothing.

It's why we're here, the three of us.

So, what about you?

Me?

Same question.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Really.

I'm just glad that she's home.

Good.

(sighs)

I mean, there have been some adjustments, but we knew there would be.

What kind of adjustments?

She remodeled the bathroom..here I did it.

I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

You remodeled the whole thing.

I didn't.

I didn't remodel it.

The blood wouldn't come out of the grout, so I had to replace everything, which I did myself with a book.

We don't have to talk about that.

With you there.

Hi. I need to make an appointment for, um, Thursday for Dr. Richardson.

(people chattering)

(whispers): I miss you.

(whispers): I miss you, too.

Dana, come on.

(footsteps approaching)

Carrie Mathison, I'm Dr. Harlan.

Harlan. I can read.

I'll be with you tomorrow at your commitment hearing.

I'd like to explain to you what that is.

I know what a commitment hearing is.

I just can't believe they're actually going through with it.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Well, I mean, I get it.

Someone tries to tell the truth, you counter by calling them crazy.

I admire the move; it's elegant, but it's..t's unnecessary.

Tell them that.

I'm standing down.

You're standing down?

I've learned my lesson, so can I get out of here, please?

Says here you stopped taking your meds.

Says where? What?

What? What is that?

It's your medical history.

According to whom?

Your doctors.

Really? 'Cause..o doctor of mine, one that I am actually seeing, would write that.

Did you stop taking your meds?

(sighs)

I didn't... I didn't just stop taking my meds.

I have a routine to compensate.

A routine that I have worked out with my actual doctor, not some CIA shill who's trying to shut me up.

(sighs)

I, um... I run every day, six miles.

Sometimes more.

Singing helps. Go figure.

And, um, and I meditate.

(exhales)

To stay calm.

Are you... calm?

Well, considering I'm chained to a gurney in a hospital gown, I'd say I'm beyond calm.

I'm f*cking Zen!

(scoffs)

I just... I can't...

I can't do the meds anymore.

Why not?

Because they dull my head.

I miss things when I'm on them.

Miss, not... as in "yearn for," but miss as in "fail to see."

Fail to see what, for example?

Well, for example, the expl*si*n at Langley that k*lled 219 people.

And I see it already, the doubt on your face, but I-I am CIA.

You can verify it.

Unless, of course, they expunged my records, which...

(scoffs)

...come to think of it, is a real possibility.

(sighs)

Look, my sister is a doctor.

You can call her.

She'll tell you everything I've said is true.

They said you were looking for me?

I didn't want to bother you.

No bother.

What do you got?

I managed to source all the accounts on the laptop.

There weren't that many.

And the documents in the briefcase, too.

And?

Nothing originates in Iran.

Let me know when you find something that does.

Sir?

I'm not sure what you expect me to do.

I've looked at all the accounts like you asked.

There's nothing there.

You know what you're here for?

To examine the bank records.

You're following the money.

From Hong Kong Lending Bank to this guy.

Here.

Majid Javadi.

The Iranian who funded the att*ck on this agency that occurred on 12/12.

I know.

Good.

So do that.

And you know what else?

While we're talking about an event that left 200 Americans dead on the ground, and what you're doing about it, which is apparently nothing...

(sighs)

Forgive me.

You wearing that thing on your head is one big "f*ck you" to the people who would've been your coworkers, except they perished in a blast right out there.

So if you need to wear it, if you really need to, which is your right, you better be the best analyst we've ever seen, and that means don't tell me there's nothing.

Give me a plan.

Give me a g*dd*mn plan or don't say anything.

Is that clear?

You understand the mission now, what we're trying to do here?

Yes.

Good.

I...

What?

I have a plan.

Well, tell it to me.

We bring in people from this bank.

Ask them about wire transfers from these three branches.

In the Middle East.

The bankers we want to talk to, they're in New York.

Okay, I'll get them down here.

We'll talk to them tomorrow.

The two of us.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

Jessica: Dana?

What?

It's getting cold out.

Do you want a sweater?

I'm fine.

Mom.

Something to eat?

I said...

Chris: Mom, just leave her alone.

I just asked if she wants some food.

Chris: Well, don't.

You're driving her crazy.

Jessica: When someone doesn't eat all day, it means something.

Maybe she's not hungry.

Sweetie?

Mom, really, don't.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(water running)

(door buzzes)

(sighs)

sh*t, Carrie.

Have a seat.

I didn't know about this.

I came as soon as I heard.

Did you come to get me out?

I-I can't.

Just-just leave.

You can't go around spilling Agency secrets.

You know that.

(sighs)

Saul's panicked.

About me.

About the CIA, if it even has a future.

So he blames the expl*si*n on me.

That's his plan to save the Agency.

It's f*cked up, I know.

Good.

But it's not gonna get you out of here.

No.

No, my family will be at the hearing tomorrow, - and they will get me out.

Carrie, you have to...

What? What do I have to do?

Look where they put me.

I don't have to do anything.

You have to be careful.

There are things that happened before the explosions you're not even aware of.

People targeted...

I'm worried you're gonna get yourself hurt.

He sent you here, didn't he?

Who?

Saul.

He sent you to thr*aten me.

No, no, he did not send me.

Just leave.

Okay, would you just listen?

Leave me alone!

What's going on?

Are you okay?

Everything is fine.

He was just leaving.

(sighs)

Dana? Dana? Dana, where are you?

Mom, what happened?

Your sister's gone.

(phone chirping)

♪ ♪

(door creaks softly)

(panting)

Hey.

Go through the door.

Oh...

Wait.

You okay?

I don't know.

Wait.

Watch out.

(panting)

Are you okay?

(crying)

(panting)

I just really needed to see you.

(thunder rumbling softly)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Maggie?

Maggie: Coming.

What is it?

Paystubs.

Carrie wants her paystubs for the hearing.

Why?

Well, she says it's evidence.

You know, they reinstated her after the damn expl*si*n with a huge promotion.

Is that what you do if it's her fault?

It's not the CIA on trial though.

Hope she gets that.

Here.

(doorbell rings)

I really can't believe you're here.

Can I come in?

Hello, Frank.

What are you doing here?

Yeah, why are you here?

Look, I, uh...

I understand you're angry.

Hey, skip the phony sympathy.

What do you want?

I know both of you hate me right now, but I'm on her side.

Oh, bullshit.

I am.

Doesn't change the fact that the way she's carrying on, she's her own worst enemy.

You need to reign her in; she can't be running to a reporter every time she gets upset.

Is that what she did?

What, she didn't even mention it to you?

No.

Well, what do you expect her to do?

Not even fight back?

She's not fighting back.

She's making herself a target.

Agency runs on secrecy.

There are people who want her indicted on criminal charges.

So you're threatening us?

I'm telling you the truth.

Best thing you can do for Carrie right now is convince her to stay inside.

You mean the psych ward?

I mean out of sight, someplace she can level out.

You know she's off her meds, right?

Unless you think that's a good idea, you really have to help me.

Good.

What?

You're smiling.

So are you.

(chuckles)

Wonder why that is.

You know they're gonna find out soon that I'm missing.

And your mother is just...

Don't.

Please.

Just want it to be us.

And appliances.

(laughs)

I just want it to be us and appliances.

'Cause we're not defective.

You know?

We're not.

It's everything out there.

Then I'd rather stay here with all the other crazies.

You're not crazy.

So what if I am?

(shutter clicks)

You're so beautiful.

(door closes, Dana gasps)

Hey.

Hey.

(talking quietly)

(clears throat)

He says he's here as a character witness, if you need him.

I already told him I don't.

If you make a fuss and have him removed, I don't think it'll help you with the magistrate.

It's not bad to have someone else on your side.

Okay, fine.

Just leave him then.

So what are my chances?

We're asking that you be released to your family.

So as far as I'm concerned, they're excellent.

How do you feel?

I just want this to be over.

Oh, good, they're here.

Maggie, Dad, Hi.

This is Dr. Harlan.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you find everything?

Yeah.

Okay. I was wondering where you were.

What's this?

We want to talk about your medication.

Obviously, you already have.

Carrie, listen...

No, I've got a hearing in about three minutes.

The whole point being that I don't need anyone telling me what to do.

You said you would help.

We are helping.

No, not when you pull this sh*t!

We're concerned, okay?

About you getting yourself into trouble.

Don't be.

I mean, from what you've been saying.

I've been saying nothing!

I've spent the last 24 hours checked in here.

No, before that.

Oh, you mean the reporter.

Yes.

Carrie: You want to tell me how you even know about that?

God... f*cking Saul.

He's worried about you.

Really?

You're divulging classified stuff.

He told you that he was worried about me, and you believed it, when he's the one who put me in here.

God, he's..e's try...

He's trying to crush me when I am trying so hard to do what's..hat's right.

f*ck.

No, he pretended to be my friend, and he's not.

You know what, really?

No different than you.

Hey...

All rise.

The Sixth Circuit, the Commonwealth of Virginia, the Honorable Special Justice William Chesney.

Chesney: Matter of Carrie Mathison.

Is that you?

Your Honor...

(panting softly)

I'm sorry.

Get off!

(grunting)

No!

This is a f*cking sham!

Nurse: Come on.

Saul: With all respect, you've had a long history of questionable transactions with Iran.

Item four from the Office of the Controller of the Currency, three years ago in October, they issued a cease and desist ordering your client to stop dealings with the Al Askari Bank in Tehran.

My client complied with that order.

You continued dealings with their trading company.

The order applied only to the bank.

That's your position?

That's the language in the paper.

Saul: So you proceeded to accept wire transfers from an Iranian trading company to the tune of $900 million over that time period.

Systematically altered the transaction headers to conceal the true source of the funds.

We're not sure where you're getting your information from.

My client made every effort to comply with federal regulations.

We have an e-mail here saying the opposite.

An instruction to Al Hazlawin Trading.

"Delete all Iranian customer names to avoid any sign of US legal breach."

These legal breaches, those are violations of the laws you just told me you were complying with.

I wouldn't know what it refers to.

How can you not know?

You sent the e-mail.

Subject line is "Do not reference Iran."

We have the phony wire transfers-- thousands of them.

We want the real ones with the real names.

Where did you get this?

That's your question?

Your client is funding att*cks by t*rrorists on this country, and all you want to know is how did we find out?

So who did you say this is again?

You know your bank?

It's been trafficking in human misery since the opium wars.

That's not an aberration.

It's not a mistake.

That's your business plan.

You move money for embargoed governments or phony charities.

Where it goes, you don't want to know, as long as you get your fee.

But we're telling you where it went this time.

Into an SUV full of C4 that blew up right outside this building three months ago.

You passed the blast site on your way in.

We know the funds moved through your bank.

We need to know where they originated.

You do?

Yes.

All respect, ma'am..n this country, that's not the way we ask for help.

Did you think for even a second how worried I would be?

There was no need to worry.

How do you figure that?

He's not good for you.

And that is based on what, not knowing him at all?

He's got problems, obviously.

He's unstable.

Is that your professional diagnosis, Mom?

He's... Dana, he's not what you need right now.

Maybe he's exactly what I do need.

Dana, every doctor at the center, every pamphlet, every book that I've read on getting well, they all say the same thing, you don't want to start a relationship.

What, with someone who actually understands you?

Is that what they say?

Do you realize how crazy that is?

You think they know something, the people in here.

Well, they don't.

They just yack and yack and yack until the people who are paying for it feel better.

Like everyone is getting well.

I really don't understand.

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, glad you're all right.

I'm not all right.

Mom, it's okay.

Jessica: Is it?

When someone runs away to the nuthouse?

What does she want me to do?

Do you want my attention?

Is that it?

Because you got it, completely, believe me.

What are you doing?

I wasn't looking for attention.

Dana, what are you doing?

Showing you something.

No, no!

It wasn't a cry for help what I did.

I didn't want anyone's attention.

I wanted to k*ll myself.

I wanted it all to be over, and I wanted to die because I could not stand it anymore!

But now I can.

Now I want to be alive.

And the reason for that is Leo.

I was happy last night for the first time since I-I don't even know when.

And I am not gonna do this anymore.

I am not gonna let everybody tell me what I should be f*cking thinking all the time, like I can't decide for myself, like something is wrong with me.

Because Leo is not crazy, and I am not crazy.

And in case you're wondering, neither are you.

Dad was crazy.

He was a lot of things.

He was a psycho who did nothing but lie from the minute he set foot in this house, and he ruined our lives.

It's the truth.

But I am okay now.

I really am.

I can... I can tell.

Because you know what?

Right now, at this moment, I want to be alive.

Any word from the bankers?

Nothing.

I did get calls from about 30 congressmen though.

Telling you to back off.

Remind me I'm supposed to be catching t*rrorists, not bringing down the international banking system.

Sit.

No, I'll stand.

I went to Carrie's hearing today, and I saw her being hauled off, kicking and screaming.

I heard she lost it.

She didn't lose it.

We did that to her.

We did it.

I would never bail on you in the middle of something, but I want you to know what's going on here is not okay with me.

Peter...

(sighs)

It's been a rough week.

I'm aware.

But we're onto something.

And if it leads to where I think, it will all have been worth it.

I don't know, Saul.

Just have a little faith.

The thing is, I don't.

And when this is over, I'm out.

We'll see when we get there.

I'm telling you now.

It was a mistake, Peter.

What happened to that child.

Yeah.

It was my mistake.

And I'll deal with it.

But I don't know what the hell we're doing, I really don't.

(people chattering)

I saw you at Langley today.

Sorry, I don't remember.

That's understandable.

You were pretty busy lying your ass off.

What?

You lost a colleague this week.

That's right.

He was gunned down, his son, too.

It was a horrible mistake.

I hope it's not repeated.

Tell me who you are.

Who are you?

It's aggravating, isn't it, when someone won't answer your questions?

Talk to my lawyer...

I'm talking to you.

And I'm telling you, you have a choice.

You can give us the information we're asking for, or you can keep up your stupid charade.

But if you make the latter, I want you to know I try very hard to be patient with venal shitheads like you..ut I can only do it so long.

You have a good flight home.

Saul: They're all here?

The records?

Seem to be.

So what'd they give us?

Everything.

HLBC basically ignored the cease and desist order, just like we said.

They stopped dealing with Al Askari Bank, but they continued with the trading company.

In fact, the number of transactions increased, especially toward the date of the expl*si*n.

Know who all was involved?

We're getting there.

On the receiving end, we've already identified half a dozen known associates of Abu Nazir.

What about the source?

We're still putting names to the transactions, but it's all pointing to Iran.

Not just the country.

Inside the government.

So why did they suddenly decide to cooperate?

I'm not sure we want to know.

What is this?

Something I noticed when I was reconciling the accounts horizontally.

All the Iranian funds had 20% stripped off by our banker friends-- a standard fee for prohibited transactions.

But... a quarter of that disappeared.

To where?

I don't know yet.

Just seems to have vanished.

All I know is it was not retained by their bank.

Find it.

Find out where it went.

I'm trying.

Make it your number one priority.

That right there, that's the key.

Almost $45 million.

Fara...

Yes, sir?

Keep it between us, for the time being.

(Carrie gasping)

I don't know what you think you're proving.

All anyone's asking is that you take your meds.

I mean, you're not leaving us any choice.

Is that what you want?

(grunts)

(panting)

(exhales)

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(TV playing quietly)

Right over there.

(grunting quietly)

Carrie.

I am so sorry.

(whispers): f*ck..ou, Saul.

Why am I here?

ON THE NEXT HOMELAND

That's a dangerous question...

Those voices in your head are not your friends.

You have to make them go away.

Why are you here?

(gasps)