05x06 - Parabiosis

[bunniefuu]

Saul: Previously on Homeland...

Penetration.

Of your secure network.

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

Prosecutions are impossible now.

The evidence was illegally obtained.

Every case will be thrown out.

That guy who tried to k*ll you worked for Russian intelligence.

The stuff Laura Sutton published last week was only part of what was hacked out of Berlin Station.

So there was something in the additional documents the SVR didn't want you to see.

I need to see the rest of the material he got from the CIA.

I don't have them, Carrie.

The files are still at the CIA someplace.

(expl*si*n thunders)

Somebody betrayed us.

What if the breach was back in Berlin, or at Langley?

Allison: I'm not going there yet.

Ivan: The problem was solved.

Saul's weakness is Israel.

Dar Adal knows it.

Adal: Put a team on Saul.

Eyes, ears, the works. I want to know who he's meeting with and what he's saying to them.

Private plane went down near Geneva this weekend.

I assume you're aware.

We didn't do it, Saul.

Well, somebody did.

(camera shutter clicking)

He is dying, Carrie.

Call an ambulance. Do what you have to do.

(hangs up)

Call-- C-Carrie...

(sighs)

Quinn!

(tires squeal, engine revs)

(labored breathing)

(woman speaking German)

Carrie: Christ, I really thought I left all this behind.

Male reporter: The Islamic State !sis proclaimed itself to be a worldwide caliphate with authority over...

...redraw the map in the Middle East.

Female reporter: The soldiers are hackers, the b*ttlefield is online, and it's not a matter of...

Edward Snowden is a coward.

...extremely disappointed that the Russian government would take this step.

Laura: It's against the law, it's against the f*cking law.

Carrie: All that suffering, and nothing changes.

Crocker: Is our strategy working?

(woman speaking German)

(phone disconnect signal beeps)

(woman speaking German)

(man speaking foreign language)

Saul: I actually convinced myself we were gonna change the world.

Quinn: Carrie will never be free.

Carrie: Spend my life on the run, give up my daughter?

Jonas: I don't know how you live with yourself.

Al-Amin: I will fight you forever.

Carrie: Who's after me?

Jonas: So many people, so much blood on your hands.

Homeland - 5x06
"Parabiosis"

(lock mechanism clacking, whirring, buzzing)

(handcuffs fastening)

Guard: Hassif.

Abiya.

Hussein al Shabala.

Yuva Maya.

Hajik Zayd.

A dozen Muslim men, all convicted jihadis, are being released here tonight, their sentences vacated by the very courts that found them guilty in the first place.

Allegations of illegal spying by German and American intelligence services have called into question the entire body of evidence used in the original proceedings.

Mr. Zayd, now that you're out, do you intend to return to Syria?

Nice guy.

Shut up.

You must be glad you got him out.

So?

Carrie, what the f*ck are we doing here?

We're here because you tried to take me out.

That's ridiculous.

No, not really.

Someone put my name in your k*ll box.

Did you hear me?

Your operation, Quinn taking out jihadis, someone got inside it, put my name there as a target.

Holy f*ck, Saul, don't look at me like I'm speaking Martian.

There was a sh**t at your dead drop.

It was on the g*dd*mn news.

Quinn was hit. He-he nearly d*ed.

I bet you haven't heard much from him recently.

Have you?

No.

It was the Russians.

It was the Russians who did it.

That is confirmed. They used your operation to try to take me out, and it was not their first attempt.

That b*mb in Syria, at the refugee camp, it wasn't meant for During; it was for me.

Want to tell me why the Russians give a sh*t whether you're alive or dead?

Because they don't want me to see something in the documents those hackers stole from you.

So what is it, this thing that they don't want you to see?

I don't know.

Which is why you need to get the documents for me.

Ah.

Right now, they think I'm dead--

Quinn made it look like you k*lled me-- so there is a window.

You want me to hand over a bunch of top secret documents-- to you, of all people.

You don't think that might cause some problems?

You've already got problems.

Your own agency is following you.

Really?

Wh-Wh-Why do you think that we're meeting like this instead of me just knocking on your hotel door? - I don't know.

Maybe because you knew I wouldn't answer it.

There's a line between us that you drew.

Forget that.

There's a f*ckin' wall.

Let's stay on our own sides of it, okay?

I got to go.

Saul, I-I-I risked my life coming here.

Well, you shouldn't have.

I need to see those documents.

Ask your hacker friends.

(lively chatter, horn honking)

(low, indistinct chatter)

♪

Make it 25.

Driver: Thank you, sir.

Driver: Your change, sir.

Keep it.

Danke.

♪ ♪

What's going on?

I was in the middle of a staff meeting.

Saul?

Are you being followed?

No. What do you mean?

I am.

Black sedan at the end of the street.

It was at my hotel last night.

Followed me here.

You don't seem surprised.

Look...

Don't tell me you ordered it.

Of course not.

It was Dar.

We have a plane explode in our faces.

Crashes and burns, along with our plans for Syria.

His response is to tail me.

Something in the wreckage pointed to Israel.

Some remnant from the b*mb.

I'm sorry. I should have told you.

Yeah.

You should have.

Just tell me what you want me to do.

I want you to stop tailing me.

Find out who blew up our plane.

We're trying.

We've got a whole team working on it.

There's no one doing the obvious.

Someone got ahold of our plan to install General Youssef in Syria.

How? How would they know?

I want that building swept.

The station.

Down to the studs.

You think it's bugged.

I'm hoping it is.

'Cause if it isn't... we've got an even bigger problem.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

Hey. Are you American?

Huh?

You're a spy? What kind of spy lays dead in an alley hoping someone will bring him here?

Answer me.

He can't.

Answer me.

I gave him a sedative!

For the pain.

What?

(door opens)

(door shuts)

Where is he?

I don't know. He slipped out after you left.

He'd started bleeding again. Badly.

(scoffs)

Where are you going?

Well, someone has to try and find him.

Is that what you think, I didn't even try?

I called every hospital, every police station, and walked the g*dd*mn street.

No one has seen him in the last 20 hours, which, by the way, is how long you've been gone.

Well, he can't just vanish.

He went off to die, Carrie.

My guess is he's done just that.

Look, I agreed to do it your way.

The hiding out, the pills, the waiting for someone to... to-to-to come through the door, g*n blazing, I said yes. Because I wanted to help you.

Well, it didn't help you. It didn't help anyone.

Things have gotten worse and worse and-and this-this... this craziness we find ourselves in, it's exactly what you swore you wanted to leave.

You think I want this?

Show me you don't before anyone else gets hurt.

It's time to go to the authorities, ask them for protection.

What authorities? What authorities are gonna protect me?

Any of them. All of them. Whatever.

I can't. I don't know who to trust.

Trust me! Because this is no way to live.

I'm going home now.

And I hope you'll come with me.

Are you coming or not?

No... Okay. Okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I've been waiting.

I know.

Look, you've been sitting here thinking about this.

I-I just walked through the door.

Please, give me some time.

I just talked to Saul. I thought he would help me, but he won't.

He won't help me find those documents.

Shut up about these documents! About these...

Man, who cares about these g*dd*mn documents?

Quinn walked out that door bleeding to death to protect you, Carrie. Does that register?

Please...

Please what?

What?

(sighs)

So that's it? You're leaving?

Yeah, that's it.

I'm done.

(whirring)

(blipping)

(electronic clicking, static crackling)

(two beeps)

Allison: How long will our guests be here?

Another day. Two.

You really sure this is a good time?

There is no good time.

I don't see what choice we have.

What's going on out there?

Called a sweep.

On what authority?

On the authority of someone blew up our g*dd*mn plane.

Believe me, I'm aware.

You want to tell me why you didn't order a sweep yourself?

I mean, if you're interested in who actually did it, who got their nose inside our tent.

What the hell's wrong with you?

You having me tailed?

Who told you that?

You having anyone else in this office tailed?

What do you mean?

Do not give me one more of your fuckwit non-answers, Dar, 'cause I'm this close, this close to taking your head off.

You are? - I know what this is about. You think I don't?

30 years ago, 30 years, I leaked three names to Mossad, three t*rror1st names, during a desperate time, the Inti-f*cking-fada.

My mistake. I paid for it. You hang on to it like it was yesterday.

You done?

It's not the Israelis and it's not me.

You went to him, your friend Etai.

To confirm they weren't involved.

Then how did he explain being in Geneva at the exact moment our jet blew up there?

You want to tell me that?

You need to get your head out of your ass about the g*dd*mn Israelis.

Why? Because you say so?

No. 'Cause it was the Russians.

(muffled): Uh-huh, the Russians who have been propping up Assad for the past five years, they've gotten inside our station here.

That's who blew up our plane.

How do you know that?

Saul (muffled): - I just f*cking do.

You tipped off your Israeli friend, you're screwing your coworker, and you are holding out on me right now!

I'm tired of it, you and your bad judgment, you and your bullshit.

You wear me out!

You know what, Dar?

f*ck you.

No. f*ck you.

I'm bringing in a polygrapher.

(chuckling): Oh, Christ.

What you've been up to, he can figure out.

All he'll do is get me shipped back to Langley. - Good.

I'll be cross-examined for six months when I'm needed here.

We'll get by without you.

So, unless you want to come clean right now...

I told you who it is.

Completely clean, who you been talking to.

Fine. You and the machine, tomorrow.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(hisses in pain)

(moans)

(panting)

(exhales)

(indistinct chatter)

(toilet flushing)

(gasping softly)

(groans)

Man: There you are.

You should let me do this.

Quinn: - No, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

You need to rest.

Quinn: You should tell your friends to keep their voices down.

Or maybe pl-plug up the vent.

It's best to not mention it, anything you heard.

(beep)

(beep)

(beep, then a staticky beep)

(door shuts)

♪

(soft clatter)

(soft clatter)

Can I help you, sir?

Woman: Sir?

Sorry.

(tires screech, engine revs)

(shuts engine off)

(phone buzzes, chimes)

It's the security cameras. It's best if I stay out of them.

So they're still after you.

They think I'm dead, the people who are after me.

So you know who they are now.

Yeah.

And I know they're not going away.

Which means... I have to.

I have to disappear.

(tires screech in distance)

Look, I feel terrible about this, coming to you again for help, but... the truth is I don't have anywhere else to go.

Just tell me what you need.

I need a plane.

To where?

It's best if you don't know.

Mmm.

The pilot will have to.

Well, tell him I'll need 12 hours of fuel.

Plus reserves.

I know it's a lot to ask.

No, it's... I'm happy to help.

It's just... I'm not sure putting you on a plane to nowhere is helping.

I-I'll do it, but only if you're absolutely sure that's what you want.

I went to Saul.

Berenson.

And he's always been there for me.

Always.

And this time, he wasn't.

And I was just shocked, I guess.

I-I... I had...

I had no idea how much he hates me.

It's not just him. I have a...

I have a friend, Quinn, who... you haven't met, and...

I did not take care of him, not like I should have, not like he's taken care of me.

Carrie, what is the problem?

I am. I am the problem.

I bring down everyone around me.

And I have this-this opportunity now to just go away and take the problems with me.

You're not alone, you know.

You have me. You have Jonas.

No, I-I don't... I don't have him.

Not anymore.

Everything I need I have with me.

If it's possible, I would like to leave today.

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. Berenson.

Are you ready?

Just a minute.

♪

Where's what's-his-name?

Rubin, the guy analyzing the damage from the network breach.

He moved to Conference C.

Thanks.

Can I call for you?

Man: Excuse me.

How we doing on the data penetration?

Uh, we're, uh, working on it.

I was wondering something about those documents.

Was there anything having to do with Russians?

Maybe Moscow or the embassy here, possibly something connected to our own agency personnel.

Is this ringing any bells?

Hell, I don't even know what I'm looking for exactly.

Have a printout I can borrow?

We don't lend these out.

I can work here.

Sir, you're not on the distribution list.

Sure I am.

They revised the clearances this morning.

I'm sure it's an oversight. You should talk to Dar Adal.

(keys clacking)

(beep)

(sighs)

(beep)

(exhales) sh*t.

(tapping keys)

Johnson, right?

Mm-hmm.

I need you to check something. Follow me.

You're gonna need your stuff.

Hey, we're gonna need your help.

Sweep all of it, down to the bone.

Starting in the back.

Wait, they were already in here yesterday.

Langley wants a second pass.

This is ridiculous.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Careful. Don't pull that.

You can't bend fiber optic cable like garden hose, okay?

(indistinct chatter)

They're all color-coded, those cables, so you can't just randomly pull them out.

I have a cable map. I can print you a copy. Would that help?

(sighs)

(door shuts)

It's a wonderful thing, to piss on your own.

To get to your feet, to walk down the hall.

Safer to stay here with me.

I've caused you enough trouble.

(inhales sharply)

(exhales)

I'm pleased to help.

Help?

You picked me up off the streets and gave me your blood.

My wife and I were doctors together.

She d*ed when our clinic was bombed in Mosul.

I can't practice medicine here.

They won't honor my license. So I took a job managing this building. (chuckles)

When there's room, I care for people like yourself who wouldn't receive treatment otherwise.

She would approve.

Man: You.

Come with me.

He's too sick to go anywhere.

He was walking in the hall.

And now his stitches are bleeding.

Man: He's not as sick as you say.

It's all right, Hussein.

(exhales)

(exhales)

You are an American.

A spy.

He's my patient and a guest in my home.

A spy is not a guest.

He's not a spy.

He asked me to warn you you were talking too loud.

(Hussein protests)

This kuffar heard our plans of our att*ck here.

I only heard a few words.

It didn't make sense.

Now that I know, it really doesn't make sense.

Why doesn't it make sense?

He's just out of prison.

You think they're not gonna have him under surveillance?

You try another att*ck now, you'll all be arrested or imprisoned, this time for life.

Unless... getting arrested is the point.

The real jihad is in Syria.

But there you'd have to fight.

(shouts)

(panting)

(panting)

Look, I understand you not wanting to go is all I'm saying.

I've seen enough of Syria to know.

I'm a walking staph infection. I need to go.

So you follow me, k*ll me, do whatever you need to do.

Just make sure the police aren't watching.

Don't make a mess.

I'm a guest here.

What is it?

Those documents that were taken before, they got taken again. Saul Berenson accessed them from my terminal.

Almost 20 minutes ago.

I had to verify what was taken.

Jesus Christ.

I wasn't clear on his status, if there's some kind of cloud. I...

Where's Saul? I was told he just blew off the polygraph.

Not just. He left the office with a copy of the breach documents.

Well, there's a team on him. He shouldn't be hard to find.

He slipped them already and powered off his cell.

You're f*cking him. You must have a way to get in touch.

(phone ringing)

Did the sweep turn up anything?

You have to come back in, Saul.

So nothing at all?

Nobody's really been thinking much about bugs since you took the documents and ran.

Did you hear me?

Yeah.

This is serious.

Come back in.

I can square things with Dar. We can work him together.

He's only making an issue of this because you won't tell him what's really going on.

(whispering): We got a fix on his location.

(whispering): - Pick him up.

Allison: - What is it, Saul?

What's so important you had to steal the documents?

Is there something in there we missed?

Is he listening?

Who?

Saul: - Who do you think?

Is he there with you?

Yes.

Dar, it's what I already told you.

Russians.

Give me that.

(quiet chatter)

Saul?

Saul!

Are you expected? I'll direct you to the table, sir?

Yes.

With me.

I want to talk to you about Carrie Mathison.

Man: This gentleman says you're expecting him?

That's okay, Martin.

I don't have much time. I'm expecting someone.

So am I, so what you need to do is listen.

Carrie came to me for help, asked me to bring her some classified files.

I refused.

Not just because it's my job.

I didn't trust her.

Because of you, for one thing, but...

(breathing loudly)

Anyway, I didn't believe her. Now I do.

I need you to give her something for me.

What makes you think I'm even in contact with her?

You're saying you're not?

'Cause we don't have much time.

I'm talking about classified material, for Carrie's eyes alone, not for you, not for your people, not to tweet or post on your Web site. Carrie only. Do you understand that?

Do you?

Martin: Herr During, these men won't identify themselves.

We're investigating a t*rror1st act.

Gentlemen, gentlemen...

Sit down.

Wait. You're in Germany.

This is my club, and this man is my guest.

You have no authority here.

Did he give you anything?

What are you talking about?

Give it to us now, and we'll leave you in peace.

He didn't give me anything.

We'll need to search you.

Sir.

Excuse me. These men are with the CIA.

They won't say that.

They won't say who they are, or what they're looking for.

They just come in, search my guest, and now they want to search me.

And you know what?

I'll agree.

On the condition that you apologize to everyone in this room when you don't find what you're looking for.

Whatever you say. (snaps fingers)

Let's take him out of here.

We had an agreement, sir.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

(crowd murmuring)

Woman (whispers): What is it?

(phone chirps)

(quiet laugh)

(sighs heavily)

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

Your car.

Coming.

I'm sending this with you.

One every four hours.

I can manage.

For the pain.

(sighs)

You are not well enough to leave.

I will talk to that crazy man.

You should stay, at least one more night.

I'll sleep outside the door.

I'm not afraid of Hajik.

Thank you.

Thank you for taking care of me.

You have somewhere to go, I hope?

Someone to look after you?

I do.

(footsteps approaching)

Where are you going?

You here to stop me?

I know you're not a spy.

And what does your Emir say?

Hajik... wants to execute you.

No one supports him.

Only Utku.

You were in Syria?

Till 20 days ago.

What were you doing there?

Protecting Yaseer Ramali's trucks.

You work for him.

For whoever pays the most.

A mercenary.

Do you really think they're watching us here?

Police?

What do you think?

Hajik is no Emir.

Up ahead. Turn here.

Man: I was told the airport.

Just a quick detour, please.

♪

God be with you.

(sighs heavily)

I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble.

I'm leaving now.

I got no quarrel with you, man.

Okay?

Just let me pass.

Okay.

I'm gonna cut your prick and shove it down your throat.

(grunting, loud chatter)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(loud, overlapping chatter)

(Quinn grunting, yelling)

(grunting)

(guttural gasping)

(Quinn groans loudly)

(guttural gasp)

(sighs)

(groaning, panting)

Get that body out of here.

Remove the remains of our martyred brother.

Help him, Qasim.

(Quinn groaning)

You must stay another night.

You'll be safe now.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

From Saul Berenson. He said you'd know what to do with it.