04x06 - From A To B And Back Again

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Saul: Previously on Homeland...

Do I know you?

No, but I knew your friend.

Who's that?

Sandy Bachman.

Tasneem: Once you've done all I've asked, you can leave Islamabad.

Saul: What's the plan to find him?

Carrie: I'm working on the nephew now. Getting him to admit Haqqani's actually alive.

He'd have to know he was risking his life by telling you.

So, this is where you'll stay.

I thought... I thought we were going to London.

You're safe here.

Redmond: Farhad Ghazi. He's Pakistani Intelligence. Don't say I never did anything for you.

Saul: I'm at the airport. I'm looking at Farhad Ghazi as we speak.

Ghazi: It's done.

Good.

Can I touch you again?

Quinn: Why don't you tell me just what it is you're doing in there.

I'm recruiting someone.

Really? 'Cause to me it looks like you're f*cking a child.

What is it to you anyway?

Nothing.

I have to tell you something.

He is alive.

My uncle.

He's the only family I have left.

(indistinct m*llitary radio chatter)

Martha: It's Alice in f*cking Wonderland.

(indistinct m*llitary 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 US found and k*lled O*ama b*n L*den outside Pakistan's...

(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 m*llitary radio chatter)

Carrie: God!

Saul: I'm so sorry.

Brody: I have to say good-bye now.

Carrie: Just for a few more seconds.

Homeland - 4x06
"From A To B And Back Again"

Who are you?

Who's asking?

Your name?

Badar Jalali.

From?

Rawalpindi.

Your father?

Arman, a civil engineer with the city.

Your mother?

Benazir.

You couldn't find a less inflammatory name?

Focus.

I am.

On this.

You're a medical student?

Yes, at King's College London.

Why leave your own country to go to school in England?

What's wrong with Pakistan?

There is nothing wrong with Pakistan.

There's just a thoracic surgeon at King's College, Chandler Brown, and I'm hoping to study with him.

Is that true?

About the surgeon?

Well, he invented transcatheter valve replacement, so...

Good answer, then.

I'm quite resourceful.

You may not have noticed.

I noticed.

(chuckles)

Open it.

This is... a thousand pounds.

Not just.

Passport.

Yours.

We leave tonight.

Every day here is just another chance for you to get caught.

Or something to go wrong.

You're ready.

You'll do fine.

I have a few things I need to finish here before we head out.

Yeah, so do I. I have my stuff at the college.

Just leave it.

It's all I have left.

I can get in and out. I've done it before.

No unnecessary risks.

Promise me.

We're almost there.

Good, you're here.

I'm not the one who's never around.

Don't start, okay?

I've got something that may require logistical support.

I'll need a small team-- three or four people, absolutely discreet.

For what?

It involves Haqqani's nephew.

So, I'm guessing clothing is optional.

What is your f*cking problem?

My problem?

My problem is that a surveillance operation crashed and b*rned because you were nowhere to be found.

Really? I seem to recall you showing up on my doorstep.

Fine.

Whatever you say, Carrie.

You're the boss.

You know what? Forget it.

I'm gonna go find somebody actually willing to do their job.

You got a second?

(sighs)

Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

I can see that.

Where?

London.

London?

Moving there.

For good?

How-how will you move to London?

Where will you stay?

With a friend.

A friend.

A journalist is helping me.

I thought it was a journalist making your life difficult.

Not this one.

You can't tell anyone.

Really, if anyone finds out...

So, you were just going to leave without even saying good-bye?

That's not fair.

How is it not fair?

Were you?

So, what am I supposed to do, go to your house, knock on your door?

The whole reason I'm in this situation is because of your father.

He made life impossible here.

He got me kicked out.

At least in London, I can still be a doctor.

I just, I have to go.

Take me with you.

I-I can't.

Take me with you...

No!

I have to go alone.

You mean with the journalist who is helping you.

Who you'll be staying with.

You don't understand. She saved me.

She?

When did this happen?

When did you meet her?

How did you meet her?

It doesn't matter. I just did.

Do you love her?

She arranged for me to go to college in London.

Do you?

I've only known her a short while.

I have to go, Kiran.

Good-bye.

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Mr. Quinn, I was hoping you could help, sir.

I wanted to give this to Redmond; nowhere to be found.

He was here. I can get it to him when he comes back.

Hmm.

If you want.

I should probably leave a note.

Redmond had to bail me out the other night.

Hence the apology.

Apparently, I was up in arms about crazy-ass ball-breaking women.

My wife, obviously.

Your boss, Carrie Mathison.

Her name came up.

A conversation you and I have had before.

Well, I've had before.

You really just nod your head and try to ease me off my barstool.

You about done there?

Oh, yeah, quite sorry.

Didn't mean to offend.

Again.

So, is she?

Is who what?

Mathison-- a crazy-ass ball-breaker.

I heard rumors that she's on her own planet.

Not, like, lovable eccentric; I mean hard-core chemical.

(laughing)

Him, too. Redmond gave me that exact same empty stare when I asked him.

You spooks stick together, huh?

Why don't you finish your note, Dennis?

Hensleigh: Peter?

You asked to be informed when Farhad Ghazi landed in Johannesburg?

Did that happen?

Not quite.

Plane arrived. He wasn't on it.

You sure?

We had a team of four there waiting.

Did Berenson actually see him get on the plane?

Yeah, that was my impression.

Saul's en route to DC.

Get him for me when he touches down.

He needs to know this before he briefs the Director. f*ck.

Yeah.

Oh. Uh, note's all taken care of. Thanks.

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So, who was it that saw you?

I don't know.

But he definitely followed you?

I said I lost him.

You're sure?

Yes.

I don't think you know how serious this is.

Not for me. For you.

I'm a foreigner. There are limits on what they can do to me.

But you're a national.

If that was the ISI that you saw, the same people who roughed you up before, and they somehow know what we've got going on, this time, there are no limits.

You will end up at the bottom of a hole.

Or worse.

(sighs heavily)

We've got to push back our departure.

No.

Just until things cool off.

They won't.

What do you mean?

What else happened?

When I was back in my room, Kiran showed up.

What, your friend from school?

More than friend. She was.

Did you tell her that you're leaving?

I didn't have to. She could just... see.

Did you say where you're going?

That's why I think we need to leave now.

(sighs)

I've got someone at security in the airport.

They can give me a heads-up if you're on the watch list, but if you are, then what?

I don't know.

There's no safe way to get you out of here.

My uncle.

If there's a problem, he can get me across the border through Afghanistan.

And deliver you to England?

To the infidels. (scoffs)

Do you think he'll do that?

Listen, everything's not simple like you say, okay?

He paid for my college. He wants a life for me.

He would help.

Okay?

Are you still angry at me?

I'm not angry. Just...

I shouldn't have let my guard down.

(clinking, footsteps)

Shh.

(door rattling)

Go! Go!

(grunting)

Go!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

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(tires squealing)

(grunting)

(Carrie sighs)

Was this really necessary?

Man: You said you wanted it to look convincing.

Convincing, not broken.

So, what's next?

Back to the embassy.

I meant for the kid.

We cross our fingers, see where he goes.

Good, you made it.

What happened to your nose?

He punched me.

Hold on a second.

Hey. We ready?

Yeah, everybody's at station.

How'd it go on your side?

He's on the move.

This is Fara. John Redmond.

Hi.

And Max. He put the tracker in place.

Well done. You want to come with me?

No.

Carrie: Max.

Yeah. Sure.

Hey, I need you to do something for me.

What do you mean by tracking? What's going on?

Aayan's passport has a signaling antenna. We're following him to the border.

You mean to his uncle.

Well, that's the hope.

Why? Do you have some kind of problem with that?

'Cause he's right at the top of our k*ll list.

The uncle is, not the boy.

Well, we're targeting the uncle.

With a 50-pound warhead? I wouldn't want to be standing nearby.

Do you know what I'd like to hear from you for once? I'd like to hear you ask how you can help our effort, our collective f*cking effort, to make our country safe. Do you think you could manage that?

All I asked was what's happening with Aayan.

No. You said "the boy," like he's some kindergartner instead of a grown adult who's been smuggling dr*gs to jihadists.

Do you know what else, actually, since we're on the subject? If you or Quinn, or you and Quinn, have got problems with this, with what I've done with "the boy," none of it would have been necessary if you had just done your job.

You were supposed to recruit him. I had to go in after you f*cked that up.

And so now, if it doesn't offend your sense of right and wrong, this is what I'd like you to do. I'll like you to go the safe house, bag anything that points to him or us and remove it in case somebody noticed there was an incident there this morning and goes poking around. Do you think you could do that? You think you could work a hefty bag in the service of our country so this whole operation doesn't go bust?

There wouldn't be an operation if it weren't for me. I followed Aayan, I found out Haqqani's alive, so don't treat me like I'm the enemy.

There's a car waiting for you out front. Text me when you're done.

So, how we doing?

We have a signal. UAV is arriving overhead.

Well, what's the problem? Why are we dark?

No problem. We're just waiting on you.

Lights up, please.

Reaper on video two.

That's the bus station at Rawalpindi.

Where is he?

Max?

Redmond: He's boarding at gate three.

Man: Gate three is the 1:00 to Karachi.

It's the wrong direction.

It's the wrong f*cking direction.

(speaking Urdu)

Okay, hold on. Gate four?

Gate four is... Bannu.

His uncle has a training camp near there. In Gosa.

He's on his way.

Redmond: He's got a six-hour bus ride ahead of him.

Why don't you get some rest?

No, I'm fine.

There's a couch in the next room.

I'll get you if anything happens.

(sighs)

(bags rustling)

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(man speaking Urdu)

Carrie.

Wake up.

Carrie.

What?

You need to get up.

Is he already there?

No.

But something's happened.

(man speaking Urdu)

f*ck.

They're checking papers.

(man speaking Urdu)

(quietly): Badar Jalali. Badar Jalali.

(speaking Urdu)

Carrie.

Wait a minute.

We don't have a minute. It's going south.

It's not.

No way he's prepped for this.

I know. But...

I know him.

He's resourceful.

(speaking Urdu)

(shouting in Urdu)

f*ck.

Wait.

Carrie...

Just wait.

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(alarm beeping)

(beeping stops)

Oh, good. You're still here.

Any luck?

Well, we still haven't found Ghazi, if that's what you mean.

We're reviewing passenger manifests for other flights he might have taken, but so far nothing.

Well, keep looking.

Yeah, we will, but... something else has come up.

I tried to contact Saul when he landed in DC, like you said, but he never got there.

What do you mean?

He's not at Langley.

Check with his company's London office.

Maybe he laid over.

Already checked. He didn't.

Try his wife in New York.

I did. Left a message, anyway.

It's lunchtime there. She's probably out.

Carrie may have a better number. Ask her.

She's not available at the moment.

Well, to me, anyway.

She's got something going on in Ops One.

No one's saying what. Very need-to-know.

But I'm sure she'd be happy to talk to you.

Give Langley a call.

Ask them to track the wife. Mira.

You sure?

(elevator bell dings)

Yeah.

And keep trying Saul.

He's got to be somewhere.

Let me know when they get back to you.

I think we're getting there.

Last stop.

What is that?

Can we get closer?

It's a pay phone. Max?

I'm on it.

Come on. We need this.

I said I'm on it.

(line ringing)

(speaking Urdu)

He's talking to someone.

There's nothing on Telecard.

Try TF.

This won't go on forever.

I know. I...

We need to hear this.

(conversation in Urdu plays over speaker)

What's the number?

I'll get it from the log.

It's Haqqani.

What did they say?

They're meeting.

Where?

Where they went when he was a boy.

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

Aayan (over speaker): Hey, it's me.

Are you there?

Yeah, yeah. I'm here.

I'm here.

I was so afraid I wouldn't hear from you again.

No, I'm-I'm okay. I got away.

Good.

Can you talk?

Well, I don't know who might be listening.

But you're okay.

Well, they gave me 24 hours to leave the country, but... yeah.

Listen...

I had a long ride.

I had a lot of time to think, and... well... all I thought about was you.

You know, you... you saved me. Not once; many times.

And...

I just...

I need you to know that...

I love you.

And I can't wait to see you again.

I love you, too.

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(door opens)

Delivery came for you from your protégé.

Fara?

Yeah. Looks like garbage bags filled with trash.

Oh. Leave it in my office. I'll deal with it later.

So what do you think?

About what exactly?

You heard me talking to him. Everyone did.

What do you think?

I think you don't care what anyone thinks.

Say I do.

When you came back from DC, we all thought Haqqani was dead.

We were ready to let him rest in peace while he prepared to do God knows what.

Now we're about to get him for real.

You made that happen.

I guess that's what I think.

Mostly, anyway.

(praying softly)

(continues prayer)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

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Ooh!

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It's kind of early for you, isn't it?

I'm turning over a new leaf.

Up and at 'em.

(speaks Urdu)

(sighs)

You said you found something.

Several things, yeah. I used the key you gave me to get into Carrie Mathison's apartment.

Clozapine?

Clozapine, Clonazepam, Nortriptyline, Lithium. Her place is a f*cking pharmacy.

I'd say that the new station chief is at least bipolar, possibly beyond that.

You didn't know, did you?

Despite trying to make me believe that you've got the whole place wired-- that no one breathes without your knowing-- because you know what else you don't know, I'm guessing?

That.

What?

That building, the yellow one.

It's a CIA safe house set up by the same nutburger station chief.

How do you know?

I followed her sidekick here.

There was a big cleanup yesterday, like the end of an operation.

I found these.

This is the guy who sh*t the wedding video.

Aayan Ibrahim.

Maybe not anymore.

Badar Jalali, 19.

Someone's traveling.

There were whole bags of this sh*t there.

They've taken a major interest in him.

You have a real gift for this.

I guess everyone's good at something.

I need to take these to some people right away.

I'm sorry I can't stay.

(speaks Urdu)

These guys-- who are they?

Sweep east, let's get a better look.

Okay, grab that, there.

And there.

The one in the middle looks like Azir Makdeshi.

Okay, and check that guy, too.

Bashir Keshan. He's been one of Haqqani's guys for years.

Do we recognize those vehicles?

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What are they doing?

Looks like nothing.

They're waiting.

Haqqani might be coming here.

This may be it.

What's our protocol?

If we engage, I don't see any way to protect our asset.

These men are confirmed associates of Haissam Haqqani.

If the target appears, we will take him out.

Alan Hensleigh-- you seen him?

No.

Anybody seen Hensleigh?

No, haven't seen him.

Hey, what does this mean-- "Saul never got on the plane"?

Just what it says. I couldn't find him.

Langley couldn't find him, either. So I checked.

He never boarded his flight, and they removed his luggage. - So he's still here.

I guess.

When'd you find out?

Just now.

Couple hours ago. - You should have told me the second you knew.

Wider, please.

What are they looking at?

(vehicle approaching)

Redmond: Is that him? Is that Haqqani?

We need a positive ID.

Continue to sweep south-southeast.

Carrie.

Hold on.

We're right in the middle of it here.

Saul's missing. He never got on his plane.

Redmond: We're getting an image here. Zoom in.

That's him right there.

Spotter: Marking target.

Islamabad station, we are eyes on three vehicles.

HVT is in sight confirmed, Haissam Haqqani.

Lock target. Time to go to w*r.

Spotter: We're locking coords.

Arm.

Arming.

What the f*ck?

Saul.

Shh.

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(gasps)

Holy f*ck.

(engines start)

Take the sh*t. Take the sh*t.

Carrie.

We're losing our window.

It's Saul.

Reaper One, weapons away.

That is the ex-director of the CIA-- do not sh**t.

g*dd*mn it, what did I say?

Miss Mathison.

Take the sh*t, g*dd*mn it. Wipe that fucker out!

Are you out of your mind? That is Saul down there.

Saul.

Weapons tight. We're standing down.

Spotter: Which one should I follow? Sir?

(breathing heavily)

(yells)