05x01 - Separation Anxiety

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(priest and choir singing in German)

(speaking German)

(organ playing softly, pews creaking)

(speaks German)

Amen.

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Amen.

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Amen.

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Amen.

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Amen.

(priest speaks German)

Woman: Amen.

♪ ♪

(German announcement over PA)

(loud dance music plays)

♪ take it downtown, we can take it downtown ♪
♪ I know your type because I've been, been around ♪
♪ tattooed from the chin down ♪
♪ lap dance when I'm sittin' down... ♪

(women speaking German, gasping in pleasure)

(women speaking German)

Hey.

Hey.

(door closes)

Your dad nailed me for being late.

Who cares?

Did you finish it?

All right.

(man speaking Arabic)

(both laughing)

(chuckling)

So where we going to post it?

Where else?

Oh, sh*t.

The recruiting Web site?

I found a way onto it last night.

Word of advice, retards... if you declare yourself the Cyber Caliphate, change your system password.

(speaking Arabic)

(both laughing)

Our work here is done.

(computer beeping)

Who is that?

I don't know.

Woman: Who is that? "Gabeh Coud"?

"Gabe H. Coud."

It's "douche bag." Backward.

So not a jihadi, then.

(chuckles)

Not the handle I'd choose.

Ping him.

Ping him.

No way.

Ask him who he is.

We do that and we lose our cover.

Dude.

They are poking around like we are.

They're not supposed to be here, either.

Doesn't mean they're our friend.

(computer trills)

What?

He's pinging us.

Wait, no.

Let me see who it is first.

The IP address... is non-attributable.

So?

So it's probably government.

We don't want to be showing them anything.

What's he doing?

Nothing.

Hanging outside the firewall.

Woman: Can you tell who he is?

Tech: No.

Can you tell where he is?

That's the point of the proxies.

He doesn't want us to know.

But if you care about that Web site, you're probably here in Germany.

(computer beeping)

Hold on a second.

He's trying to get in.

There's a zero day defect on this firewall.

We can get through brute force, just need... computing power.

No, you can't.

My dad will k*ll me.

(typing)

Dude, I said no.

Hey, I said no!

Hey, I said no, man!

What? What is it?

He's attacking us.

Who is? Douche Bag?

Tech: What the f*ck?

What?

Tech: - He's in.

Shut it down. Shut it down, shut it down!

Shutting down.

We're getting it shut down right now...

Holy sh*t, it's the CIA.

I know.

It's down.

(choked laugh)

(chattering in German)

All right, sweetie.

You ready for school? Look, look, all your friends are here.

See? Ilsa and JJ and Fraulein Schnee.

And they're gonna be so excited to see you.

'Cause it's your birthday!

(giggling)

What do we say? We say, "Auf Wiedersehen," which means "Till we see each other again."

Which will be really soon.

I love you.

At your party.

Mwah.

Carrie: Who's that?

What is that?

(laughing)

(telephone ringing)

Morning, Irma.

He's with the Lebanese ambassador.

Woman: Oh. Thank you.

Oh, here she is, Ambassador.

I'd like you to meet my head of security, Carrie Mathison.

Carrie, Ambassador Jamil.

Hello, sir.

We weren't expecting you until next week.

There's been a change of plans.

I'll tell you all about it.

Jamil: Otto, keep in touch.

I will.

Jonas. I wish you were my lawyer.

Can't have him.

Thank you both.

We are going to Lebanon.

Okay.

I told the ambassador we could leave in three days.

You want to tell me what I just missed, here?

!sis is regrouping in Raqqa for a new offensive against the Syrian regime.

I know. We talked about it.

But it's not playing out the way anyone thought.

There's a mass exodus of civilians underway.

A refugee crisis is developing at the border.

I want us to visit a camp there.

In Lebanon.

Us.

Yeah. You, me, some additional security.

"Additional security" is what we take to conferences in Geneva.

This is a w*r zone.

We're really not equipped.

Well, we have three days.

You're on.

There.

This is Peter Quinn.

He's been on the ground in Syria for the past two years.

We're all eager to hear about your experience there.

I just got back from the Al-Raqqah province in the oil-producing regions...

Could you speak up?

Please?

It's a big table.

(louder): Al-Raqqah.

It's where I've been for the past few months.

Our approach has remained constant.

US air strikes prepare targets for surgical intervention by special forces, initially against Assad, then al-Nusra, and most recently against the Islamic State.

I've been heading up a team of special ops more or less continuously for the past 28 months.

We've been busy.

Crocker: Doing what?

What the hell is actually going on over there?

Well, if you've read the after action reports...

I have.

Every one of them.

A handful of enemy dead here.

Another handful there.

I honestly have no idea what it all adds up to.

The program has been effective, sir.

I believe it should be continued.

You do?

Assad is still in power.

ISIL is still growing.

Are we really getting anywhere in Syria?

I just said yes.

You said a program should be renewed.

I'm asking, is our strategy working?

What strategy?

Tell me what the strategy is.

I'll tell you if it's working.

See, that right there is the problem.

Because they, they have a strategy.

They're gathering right now in Raqqa by the tens of thousands.

Hidden in the civilian population.

Cleaning their weapons.

And they know exactly why they're there.

Why is that?

They call it the end times.

What do you think the beheadings are about?

The crucifixions in Deir Hafer?

The revival of sl*very?

You think they make this sh*t up?

It's all in the book.

Their f*cking book.

The only book they ever read.

They read it all the time.

They never stop.

They're there for one reason and one reason only.

To die for the caliphate and usher in a world without infidels.

That's their strategy.

And it's been that way since the seventh century.

So, do you really think that a few special forces teams are gonna put a dent in that?

Crocker: Well, what would you do?

You offering me a promotion?

I'm offering you a hypothetical.

200,000 American troops on the ground indefinitely to provide security and support for an equal number of doctors and elementary school teachers.

Well, that's not going to happen.

Then I'd better get back there.

What else?

What else would make a difference?

Hit reset.

Meaning what?

Meaning pound Raqqa into a parking lot.

Let's take 20.

(door opens)

You told me you prepped him.

I did. He went off book.

Well, you didn't stop him.

We're sitting in a bunker here, talking to ourselves.

Good for everyone to hear the truth.

(groans)

Don't worry about our funding.

I got assurances from Crocker, State Department's not gonna interfere.

I'm not worried about the funding.

I'm worried about Quinn.

Two years in the sh*t, Dar.

What do you expect?

(cell phone dings)

(sighs)

sh*t.

We've had a data breach.

In Berlin.

(indistinct chatter)

Another doggy-- two doggies.

Ah...

It's a dachshund.

A hot dog; we call them hot dogs.

Aw...

Give me a kiss.

(chuckles)

Well, your balloon lady's a hit.

Yeah, I see.

Uh, with the kids.

Oh.

During... asked me to check in with you.

About the trip to Lebanon.

Any more thoughts?

The same thought-- don't go.

He's going.

I took the job at the Foundation for a reason, you know.

And it was not to be worrying about security in places like Lebanon.

This is a departure. He understands.

If he really understood, we wouldn't be going.

(doorbell buzzing)

I'll get it.

Mommy!

(indistinct chatter)

Sweetie.

(laughs)

Hey.

Sorry, didn't know you had company.

We missed you at work today. Big stuff happening.

Yeah, I heard, but actually I've been kind of preoccupied.

I've had a pretty amazing day.

Sorry for barging in, I just... need to...

Can we talk outside?

Sure.

I got an e-mail today from a hacker.

I'm pretty sure it was, anyway.

It was encrypted.

It turned out to be a top secret document.

Taken from the CIA.

Wait, what?

It describes a completely illegal arrangement between German and American intelligence.

Germany's doing an end run around its privacy laws by having the US do the spying for them.

That's what the doc says.

Well, how do you know it's real?

Well, I don't. That's why I'm here.

I need you to verify it.

I got the impression there's lots more where this came from.

That it's a test to see what I do with it.

Well, I can't verify it.

Not 100%, I know, but...

No...

I can't even look at it.

It would violate my agreement with the Agency.

Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?

I don't care how it sounds.

It's how I get to keep my security clearance.

Wait, does During know that you've got this?

Yeah, he told me to come here, so you could vet it before I publish.

You can't publish.

At least not until there's been some discussion of the damage you might do.

What about the damage they do?

These security agencies with their illegal bullshit.

What about that?

Oh.

You can take the girl out of the CIA, but... you know.

(quietly): Gute Nacht.

So, do you forgive me?

For letting a vampire into our house?

That was real brave of you, running off into the next room, by the way.

I didn't run.

Maybe not a full sprint. (chuckles)

Today started out so well.

It's like my old life came back.

Everything I moved here to get away from.

So don't let it.

I don't want to be in that world.

I want to be here with you and Franny.

Did you hear me?

I saw your mouth move.

You don't have to vet secret documents.

You don't have to go to Lebanon.

You don't have to do any of that, Carrie.

Not if you don't want to.

Really?

(buzzer blares)

She'll see you now.

Carrie.

(door closes)

Hi.

Hi.

I was wondering when me might run into each other.

I know, I know.

I should've called sooner.

No, I get it.

Life's complicated.

Hey, congratulations.

I know you really wanted Berlin.

After what we went through in Baghdad, can you blame me?

Yeah, but...

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

So, your e-mail said you're off to Syria.

Um, Lebanon, actually.

The border.

Otto During's decided to visit General Alladia Camp.

We leave in a couple days.

You think that's a good idea, marching a billionaire into a w*r zone?

No. He's going anyway.

So what do you want from me?

Advice, to start.

Well, it's no secret all hell's breaking loose down there.

I've heard all kinds of numbers thrown around.

Just how many militias are we talking about?

Over a thousand.

12 of them significant, including the Islamic State.

What about Hezbollah?

Is Abdulla still coordinating security at the border?

Come on, Carrie.

What?

It's classified.

You know I can't share that kind of intel with you.

Allison, look, I know that this is wrong, showing up here for the first time, asking for help.

It's fine, really.

When I left the Agency, I thought it was best to make a clean break, not be one of these people who doesn't seem to understand that when you're out... you're out.

Okay.

Then maybe you can tell me what's going on at the Foundation these days.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Who's During been meeting with?

What's on the agenda over there?

You're serious?

You bet I'm serious.

We've been b*rned by that place more than once.

Allison, I...

Is it true he's planning to identify our transit sites in Poland?

I don't know anything about that.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Then I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

You let me know if anything changes.

That's it?

Well, my assistant told you it would have to be quick.

Yeah, but, I...

Saul's due here any minute, Carrie.

A surprise visit.

I-I should've canceled this, but I really did want to see you.

I-I know you two aren't exactly... talking, so you might want to head out the back way.

There's a stairwell.

(door closes)

Saul.

I was just meeting with Allison about a trip.

Fine, I get it. You're still mad at me.

If I were mad at you, you wouldn't have your security clearance.

Wouldn't have a job.

I didn't t*nk your bid for the directorship, Saul.

Yeah, you did.

But you know what, it's not even about that anymore.

Yeah?

Needed to leave the CIA?

Fine.

Just don't go over to the other side.

The Foundation is not the other side.

During's family made a fortune in World w*r II working prisoners to death in their steel mills.

So, yeah, maybe he's got some karmic dues to pay.

You?

What are you atoning for?

Keeping America safe?

I'm not atoning.

You turned your back on your entire life.

I'm just trying to do good work.

Well, you're not.

You're being naive and stupid.

Something you never were before.

So your advice is, do nothing.

My advice is, postpone or send someone who's less of a target.

But our security consultants say it's doable.

Then, by all means, have them take the lead.

You think that, with all my contacts, I can make this safe but I can't.

No one can.

I paid a visit to the Berlin station chief today.

She's an old friend who knows the Middle East.

She had my back in Baghdad more than once.

Her strong advice was, don't go.

And you just, what?

Nodded your head?

If anyone gets in trouble, there will be zero help.

Oh, well, then I agree. Let's not go.

Let's not publish. Let's not do anything if that's what the CIA says.

You know, this is really getting old.

The CIA saying I'm a traitor, you saying I'm still working for the CIA.

Please.

You spent the last ten years k*lling people.

It's not enough just to stop.

You need to do something.

Maybe because of how I spent the last ten years, I know that what you're doing will get good people hurt.

Saul Berenson arrived at Berlin Station just as I was leaving.

You receive a stolen CIA document from a hacker, you said, and one day later the European division chief leaves Washington to come here.

Does that sound at all serious to you?

Yeah, it does, because if he's here, that means the document's real, so thanks for vetting it after all.

I'm publishing today.

Carrie, we are all after the same thing here.

Really?

Yeah.

I didn't tell you why I need to go to Lebanon.

Maybe it will make a difference.

The refugees flooding into the camps, they will be without food and medicine by the end of the week.

The governments can't react in time or won't.

So the ambassador came to me.

I'm going to write a check.

And then I'm going to ask six other people of means to write a check.

And they will, but only if I was there in person.

So it has to be me.

It has to be now.

The question is not if it's safe or unsafe or monumentally stupid.

Only is it possible?

Saul: So this is the damage.

1,361 files?

Pending final verification of the logs, and assuming the last copy operation completed.

Want to tell me how our classified network got within a thousand miles of the g*dd*mn Internet?

When we migrated our secure servers downstairs during the remodel, some cabling apparently got left behind.

Apparently.

Thank you, Mills.

Please tell me I'm wrong, but it looks like they got all the documentation on our surveillance program with the Germans.

You're not wrong.

Someone know about the program?

Target it?

No, it really just seems to be bad luck.

The documents haven't been posted anywhere, as far as we know.

So our initial thinking was, maybe it's another intelligence service.

Russians, Iranians, French.

We could deal with that, but we went back to the recruiting Web site where we first encountered the intruder.

He'd just posted this.

(man speaking Arabic)

Could be Anonymous, some other hacktivist.

The city's lousy with them.

(sighs) Whoever it is, I think it's unrealistic to expect that this stays secret.

We have to meet with the Germans.

It's already set.

Good.

They're going to sh*t.

Can I help you?

My name is Carrie Mathison.

I'm from the During Foundation.

We funded the construction of your gym.

Ah, you must come back later if you wish to see it.

The men are using it right now.

Actually, I'm here to see the imam.

Is he expecting you?

I'm sure he'll find time for me.

Sheikh Hafiz Al Haria is a very famous scholar.

Please tell him it's urgent.

Please wait here.

(bell chimes)

Attendant: Sheikh Hafiz will see you.

Follow me, please.

Hafiz: Salaam alaikum.

Alaikum salaam.

Will you take some refreshment?

Thank you, I'll have what you're having.

Coffee.

I need your help.

We do, the Foundation.

We're making a trip south, to General Alladia Camp.

I need to talk to Al-Amin concerning security arrangements there.

Al-Amin?

The Hezbollah commander, living underground here in Berlin.

Hezbollah controls the camp.

I need to talk to Al-Amin about safe passage.

I don't know him.

Well, of course not.

"Every devout Muslim is a radical," is that what Otto During thinks?

No, nor do I.

But a scholar of your standing knows many people.

Among them, someone who can get a message to Al-Amin in an emergency such as this.

Allah.

Sheikh, please.

Will you pass on my message?

A penetration... of your secure network.

Saul: Vulnerability's been patched.

System's been tested and found secure.

But classified material was accessed... and removed.

And how does this concern us?

A number of the documents contained details of our working relationship.

The surveillance.

That's right.

Which details?

Pretty much all of them.

The documents at this point have not surfaced anywhere.

They're still, in effect, secret.

Obviously we're doing everything possible to make sure it stays that way.

Everything... except safeguarding them in the first place.

Saul: No doubt, we screwed up.

But we all need to remember, this program was a response to a bona fide issue-- jihadis finding safe harbor in Europe while your hands are tied by German law.

That problem's not going away.

In fact, with events in Syria right now, it's intensified.

So what are you suggesting?

I think we should continue our surveillance on your behalf.

Continue identifying these bastards for prosecution, but with a contingency plan in case any of the stolen documents surface.

"In case"?

Allison: We don't know who took the data.

Quite possibly, it will never become public.

If you really believed that, you wouldn't be here.

You'd be hiding in your offices, hoping it all blows over.

The operation is over.

That's a mistake.

No.

Trusting you was a mistake.

These people we've been identifying, they're a thr*at to both our countries.

But honestly?

More to yours.

Hard-core jihadis right here in Germany.

You heard him.

We're out.

Well, I can't just stand by and do nothing.

Whatever you're planning, don't leave any tracks.

I can't help you anymore, not at all.

It's a f*cking w*r, and our enemy is not quitting.

What's wrong with them, these new Germans?

I know, they used to fight like hell.

You coming?

I need to take care of something first.

Allison: You heard them in there, right?

I'll see you back at the office.

(saxophone plays jazz)

♪ ♪

(indistinct whispering)

Fraulein?

Ma'am, you locked our bikes together.

Our bicycles, they're locked together.

Do you have the key?

(Carrie screams)

Cover your hair.

(music playing)

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(door lock turns)

(man grunts)

Will you please take these off?

They're very tight.

Well, I'm flattered to be considered such a thr*at.

I was part of the team protecting Abu Nazir in Beirut, when you and the CIA tried to assassinate him.

I lost two of my men.

We both have known losses.

Don't insult me.

You hunt us, k*ll our families, you keep us from our homeland.

All that suffering and nothing changes.

That's one reason I don't work for the government anymore.

What do you want?

Your help in getting food and medical supplies to the people of General Alladia Camp.

The UN is in charge of that camp.

The UN may administer it.

I don't have to be in the CIA to know that Hezbollah is in charge.

Otto During is planning a visit later this week.

He can't go there safely without your invitation.

Only the council can invite him.

Well, I'm asking you to make that happen.

Surely you know the camp is overrun.

Thousands of new refugees are pouring in each day.

You are risking disease and starvation on a massive scale.

Our strength is our suffering, and you provide us with an endless supply.

We know that there are expenses involved in providing additional security.

We're willing to reimburse you.

We can wire money for that or deliver it to you personally.

You k*lled my son... in Beirut.

I will fight you forever.

No, please, please do not do this.

I have asked you respectfully for safe passage.

You are obliged to take my message to the council.

I see you like to use potassium chlorate.

I know it detonates more reliably than ammonium nitrate, but... the smell reminds me of freshly mopped hallways.

And hospital toilets.

The visitors' changing room at a high school basketball game.

Two minutes to prepare yourself for paradise.

(whimpers)

Well, two minutes more or less.

It's not a very good timer.

(door closes)

(screaming)

"When the German people declared in the laws passed by their elected representatives that they are not to be spied on by their own police, they didn't mean their government should use the CIA to do it."

Sounds fine.

Is there a problem?

Nothing from a legal standpoint, no.

What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe we should take a b*at before putting it up on the Web site.

(sighs)

She's been lobbying you, hasn't she?

Carrie has.

What if she has?

What's wrong with waiting until we at least understand the national security implications?

She's there with you, isn't she?

Actually, no.

Even Ed Snowden didn't just dump everything... (tires squealing) onto the Internet.

That's hardly the same.

This is only the one document.

Jonas?

You there?

Hello?

Hello...

f*ck you, then.

I'm posting.

Carrie.

Carrie.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

What happened?

I just...

Tell me what happened.

I just want to go inside.

(sniffles)

Okay.

(creaks)

(box closes)

How'd your work go?

He's a martyr in paradise, and I'm stuck here.

The Germans aren't on board for this anymore.

They won't turn a blind eye.

We're out, too.

I want to be sure you understand.

You'll get no support, you'll be out of the Agency.

No acknowledgment if you're caught.

No contact from today.

You done?

All you get is that key, your next target in the box, and operating money waiting there when you bring back proof of death.

She recruits kids, teenagers for training in Syria.

Sent out after four weeks to blow themselves up in martyrdom operations.

You decide.

Put their names in the box, I'll take care of anyone you put there.

(door slams)

(phone buzzing)

Carrie Mathison.

Hello.

Al-Amin: The council invites Otto During to visit General Alladia Camp as our honored guest.

(click)