05x08 - All About Allison

[bunniefuu]

Saul: Previously on Homeland...

Someone put my name in your k*ll box.

It was the Russians.

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.

Saul Berenson smuggled a thumb drive out of the building and then met with Otto Düring.

There's only one person Saul would go so far out on a limb for.

She's dead.

What if she's not?

Look, I agreed to do it your way.

The hiding out, the pills.

I said yes. Because I wanted to help you.

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

It's definitely him.

Carrie: - Yeah?

Yeah.

(phone buzzes)

Hello.

Esam: Two men just put Ahmed in a car.

(g*nsh*t)

Adal: Take him straight to the airfield.

Put him directly on the plane.

(shouting)

(tires screech)

Thank you, my friend.

My guys are good, no?

What exactly are we doing here, Saul?

I don't know.

I've never defected before.

Fell in with some of the jihadis released the other night from Plötzensee Prison.

They want an escort to the Syrian border.

Might present us with a paint-and-k*ll opportunity.

I get close enough, you have the ordinance standing by.

I'm sorry to call you like this, but I have to talk to you.

About what?

Baghdad. I need to ask you some questions about your time there before I arrived.

Can we meet somewhere?

Sure.

Okay. Talk soon.

(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 - 5x08
All About Allison

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Where are we?

Near Pristina.

That's off the route.

These people are helping soldiers making hijrah.

Yeah, but I didn't know that was part of the plan.

I don't tell you everything.

We should push on to Turkey. I have contacts that can get us across the Syrian border.

First, we need to rest and eat.

Get in the back.

Why?

You're the enemy.

Our hosts won't understand.

(speaks indistinctly)

(insects trilling)

(indistinct chatter)

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum as-salaam.

(shuts engine off)

(sighs)

So?

Nothing yet.

She'll call.

It's been over eight hours.

She's being careful.

She had a scare in Amsterdam.

You said you'd be waiting there for her.

We rolled up Ahmed, didn't we?

That's not the same thing.

It amounts to the same thing.

Now the only person who can connect him to us is you.

That's why I'm exactly the wrong person to meet with her.

(sighs)

Why don't you just finish this once and for all?

There have been too many bodies already.

Need to be smart now.

What's worrying you?

We used to be close.

She'll see right through me.

No, she won't.

She reached out to you.

She trusts you.

Alichka, patience.

She'll call.

She'll call with instructions.

Then you'll meet.

And you'll appear concerned and helpful and lead her nowhere.

The CCTV cameras in the garage went dark just before the abduction.

Probably disabled.

What about the call he made from his room?

Anything new?

We need to talk.

See if that line to the front desk was compromised in any way.

Where is he?

Excuse me?

You and I both know Saul wasn't abducted.

It's a little early to rule that out, don't you think?

This has Mossad written all over it.

I admit, it's crossed my mind.

The question is, did you aid and abet him?

Are you kidding me? - You insisted on taking him back to the hotel.

Because I knew he'd be more comfortable there.

I thought I could get some answers out of him.

And did you?

You had the room wired.

Listen to the tapes.

I have.

There's a 2 and a half minute gap, where he turned up the radio and ran the bathroom faucets full-blast.

What was that about?

You really want to know?

He told me he loved me.

He asked me to help him.

And did you help him?

I did not.

And as long as we're assigning blame here, if anyone drove him into Etai Luskin's arms, it was you.

What are you getting at?

I just want Saul returned with as little damage to all our reputations as possible.

And what I'd do right now, if I were you, I'd put in a call to Tel Aviv.

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(crickets chirping)

(keys jangling)

(alarm chirping)

Give us a minute, please.

Sure.

Dar Adal called our bluff.

And Tovah Rivlin is on her way to Berlin.

So I'm f*cked.

(chuckles softly)

As I see it, you have two choices-- either Tovah turns you back over to the CIA or...

What?

Maybe I can get you to Israel.

You mean defect for real.

Well, it wouldn't be a defection, per se.

I don't care what you call it.

I can't do it.

Why not?

Might as well say we blew up General Youssef's plane.

What are you doing?

There's a third option.

Which is?

I get out of your hair, spare you any more grief.

At the same time, give Carrie a few more days to get to the bottom of this.

What's going on?

Stand aside.

I have my orders, sir.

Whose orders? The XO's?

The Director's.

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

Carrie. Are you okay? I've been waiting for your call.

I had to keep moving, make sure I wasn't being followed.

Followed? What's going on?

I need to see you.

Yeah, you said. When can you come in?

Not at your office. There's a... there's a village east of Hamburg-- Reinbek.

I've left instructions for you there.

Baghdad protocol.

That's a five-hour drive.

We've got a crisis here. Can't you give me a little bit more to go on?

Carrie: No, not on the phone.

Carrie, come on.

It's Acrobat. He's alive.

What?

I just saw him, Allison, in Amsterdam.

You sure?

Positive.

That is beyond crazy.

Tell me about it.

What the hell does it mean?

I'm not sure.

That's why I need to talk to you. You knew him better than anyone. You are the one person who can help me put this together.

So you'll meet me?

Yeah.

Reinbek. Baghdad protocol.

(car horns honking)

I have to go.

(car horns honking) _

(children speaking foreign language)

(indistinct conversations)

(clamoring)

(overlapping chatter)

Carrie Orser. I'm here to see Allison Stevens.

A Ms. Carrie Orser for Ms. Stevens.

Allison: Carrie?

I'm Allison Stevens.

Glad to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you.

Likewise.

My office is this way.

Where'd you fly in from?

Washington.

I spent a couple weeks at home, with family.

Husband and kids?

Uh, father and sister.

Ms. Stevens.

Your Honor, I-I thought our meeting was tomorrow.

It is. I'm here on another matter.

Your Honor, this is Carrie Orser.

She's gonna be taking over for me when I leave next month.

Carrie, this is Judge Samir Khalil, one of the preeminent jurists in Baghdad.

Ahlan wa sahlan.

Ahlan wa sahlan.

I am honored to meet the new second secretary of civil governance.

The judge is working with us in improving security in the Ministry of Justice.

It's a terrible struggle.

Many people dying.

So much chaos.

But success is possible if we don't give up.

Judge...

Carrie's just arrived.

Yes. I'm sorry.

You must be exhausted.

And I'm talking your ear off.

No, not at all.

We will meet tomorrow, yes?

Yes, all of us.

I have matters of the utmost urgency to discuss.

I'm glad you are here.

We need all the help we can get.

Carrie.

You want a drink?

Um, sure. Just a small one.

No ice. Sorry.

I used to keep a little fridge in here, but, uh, the electricity's not exactly reliable.

Saul speaks highly of you.

I learned a lot from him.

Me, too.

Welcome to Operation Iraqi Freedom.

It's that bad, huh?

Worse. Sit.

Look, there's no question it's an exciting post. You'll learn a lot.

Not to mention, it's a major plus in your file.

Yeah... and?

You really want the truth?

Sure.

We've just hit 2,000 US dead since the invasion.

IEDs, EFPs, su1c1de bombers, death squads.

We've got it all, plus a raging insurgency, and we're supposed to build a functioning society in the middle of that.

What don't they get in Washington?

You can't shove democracy down people's throats.

Sorry.

I've been here too long.

No, it's all right.

I... I wanted to know.

What I need is a couple of months stateside.

Where's home?

Mm.

Wisconsin.

By way of Milan.

To go shopping.

First thing I'm gonna do is burn every article of clothing I've worn here.

You can't get rid of the dust.

Then it's two weeks in the West Indies.

St. Lucia.

I'm living for it right now.

There's a little bar on a beach.

Banana Joe's.

Best daiquiris on the planet.

And the men are gorgeous.

(phone rings)

Otto.

Carrie. Thank God.

I've been worried about you.

I'm okay.

You always say that, but are you really?

I am. I mean, for the time being, at least.

Did you find the man you were looking for?

Yeah, I did, but...

What? Did he help you?

Not exactly, but I have his laptop.

His laptop?

The problem is, I can't access the hard drive.

It's password protected.

I need Numan's help. Is he still there?

No, but I can find him.

Great, thank you.

Of course.

And Otto?

Yeah?

Have you seen Jonas, by any chance?

No. Why?

I was... just wondering if he'd asked about me or... wanted to know where I was.

Should I tell him about your situation?

No, it's fine.

I'll just get Numan, then, hmm?

And you-- you be careful.

I will.

Khalil: Eight judges were k*lled in the last two months.

Now they are targeting lawyers, even clerks. Anyone who supports the Iraqi transitional government.

I've brought up your concerns to the first secretary on a number of occasions, and he's taken them up the chain.

You're like an echo-- repeating the same thing over and over again.

Did you know that it was here, in my country, where laws were first written down and organized into a system?

Of course, the Hammurabi Code.

Yes. A code for justice.

That everyone had to live by.

Rich and poor. Even the king.

You said yesterday that you had something urgent to tell us.

I do.

I think I know who is selling the names and addresses of the Sunni judges to the Shia death squads.

It's Ahmed Nazari.

You've mentioned him before.

Many times.

And many times I've told you an investigation is underway.

He should have been arrested by now.

I doubt you'd want us to do that without any evidence.

Look into the way he lives.

Fancy clothes, watches. On a clerk's salary...

We're pursuing this, I assure you. Y... Your Honor, I'm sorry, we're already late for our next appointment.

Yes, yes, your staff meeting.

Political decisions.

And all the while, my country is circling the drain.

Carrie: Your Honor...

I promise you I will personally follow up on this Ahmed Nazari.

Thank you, Ms. Orser.

Ms. Stevens.

(door closes)

No, you won't.

What?

Follow up.

Why?

Because Ahmed Nazari is an asset of mine.

Soon to be yours, hopefully.

Tell me.

Code name's Acrobat, and his intel, more often than not, winds up in the President's daily brief.

Jesus.

He's penetrated the Mahdi Army.

He's gotten close to one of the commanders there.

That's impressive.

Mm.

When do I get to sit down with him?

As soon as possible.

I'm not gonna lie to you, though.

The handover won't be easy.

Why not?

Acrobat's needy. And venal.

And a little paranoid.

Plus, he has a thing for me.

Hey, I've been there.

(both chuckle)

Here.

Guess I should say thanks.

The Prophet says a plate for one is enough for two.

Hmm.

What are we still doing here? We should be on the road.

We had to pick up some things. What things?

Weapons?

If Bibi wants you to know, he'll tell you.

We can't cross the border with weapons.

Unless Bibi wants to spend the next ten years in a Bulgarian jail that makes Plötzensee look like a health spa.

You ever been to jail?

You ever been in a w*r zone?

Didn't think so.

I left that vulnerable.

About three moves ago.

(door opens)

Tovah.

Etai.

This is...

I know who he is.

He's the reason I catch a plane at 5:00 in the morning.

I need to speak to him alone.

You don't have the authority to throw me out.

I'm here on the Director's orders.

Acting with his authority.

I'll take a walk.

Please.

Have you come here out of some misguided notion of helping Israel?

Helping?

Do you want to defect?

No.

Offer us information?

No.

Fine.

Then I will take you back to Dar Adal now, before you cause an international incident.

Well, there's something you need to know first.

If your little escapade gets out, it's an embarrassment for both our countries.

Right now my agency is working very hard to prove that you m*rder*d General Youssef and his family.

We warned you not to pursue that strategy.

And I relayed your objections very clearly.

Still, you went ahead with the plan.

I made a proposal to the general.

And somebody k*lled him.

We had nothing to do with it.

Of course not.

Neither did I.

It was the Russians.

You have proof?

Working on it.

How are you working on it?

I have an officer in the field gathering evidence.

I expect to hear from her soon.

The Russians have a stake in keeping Assad in power.

And Israel's enemies would love to blame the general's m*rder on Mossad.

They blame us for everything else.

How long will your officer need to find this proof?

I can't say.

You have until tomorrow morning.

It's not enough.

It's all I can give you.

This officer you spoke of-- do you trust her?

With my life.

In our business, that's not always a good policy.

Use the FireWire cable to connect your computer to Ahmed's.

Okay, they're connected. Now what?

Now...

I try to get into Ahmed's computer through yours.

I have to find a program I can penetrate.

How long is that gonna take?

This dude's got serious security.

(sighs): Numan, how long?

30 seconds.

Or 30 minutes.

(chuckles softly) Or 30 days.

(tapping keyboard)

(sighs)

(knocking)

Here we go.

Carrie, this is Ahmed Nazari, our most valuable asset in Baghdad.

Ahlan wa sahlan.

Ahlan wa sahlan.

Allison's told me all about the important work you do for us.

I want you to know I'm looking forward to continuing this relationship.

I told you, I won't work with anyone else.

Why don't we sit down and talk about it?

We've prepared some tea and kanafeh.

Do you think I'm a child?

You can tempt me with cake?

Ahmed, please... sit down.

Listen to what she has to say.

I know you perform a valuable service, and I know the risks you take.

How would you know?

Allison: Carrie's an experienced officer.

I've worked with many men and women like you-- patriots.

She told you I would report on the Mahdi Army?

Yes.

If they know I told you, they will drill holes in my head with a power tool.

I know this work is dangerous.

One mistake, I die.

We're trained to avoid making those kinds of mistakes.

Ahmed, I told you when we started that there would come a time when I would have to move on.

Do you remember how long it took for me to trust you?

Allison: You were very careful.

Ahmed: Why can't you stay?

I have orders.

Change the orders.

This is a contract.

I take the risks, so I set the terms.

I work with you, not her. Those are the terms!

Ahmed, I bet raising a family in this city is expensive.

(chuckles softly)

If there's some aspect of our relationship we can adjust to make you more comfortable...

You'll pay me more?

We want you to be happy.

You're very important to us.

The president pays attention to what you say.

Your information saves lives.

I'm sorry.

I don't know you... and I can't trust you.

You want the information I bring... you stay.

Ahmed, I'm... sure we can work something out.

(door slams)

Aw, f*ck.

Do you think he's bluffing?

He's a lawyer-- it's a negotiation.

Let's give him a week to think about it.

I'll have another run at him then.

(man speaks indistinctly)

(dog barking in distance)

(engine starts)

(kettle whistling in distance)

(whistling stops)

(man speaking indistinctly)

(sports announcer speaking foreign language on TV)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(man and woman speaking indistinctly)

♪ ♪

(flips pages)

(sighs heavily)

♪

(crowd chatter, car horns honking)

(chatter and honking continue)

Why do you think I do this work?

Because I love America?

I made it clear to you from the beginning-- you don't work for me, you work for the United States.

It doesn't matter which officer you report to.

It matters to me.

What are you doing?

You know why I come here, why I meet with you.

Ahmed, I'm flattered.

You feel the same way?

I like you, but this is a professional relationship and an important one.

And you can continue that important work with Carrie.

I'm afraid I don't agree.

I'm leaving in two weeks.

We have to settle this.

Is it a question of getting more money?

I don't need more money.

(honking continues in street)

Come here.

Please.

Jesus.

How did you get this?

They keep the cash in the basement of the ministry.

Just sitting there... on wooden pallets, like fish in the market.

I take a little every day in my briefcase... out the front door.

You shouldn't have shown this to me.

I'm obliged to report it.

Don't you understand?

Understand what?

This is for us to share.

I am in love with you.

I want us to be together.

Ahmed, I'm an intelligence officer.

I can't have anything to do with this.

I have five more suitcases at home just like this, filled with American money.

Over $8 million.

Uh... just keep looking. I'll be right back.

All right.

How'd it go with Acrobat?

He went for it.

He'll work with me?

Yeah.

Well, how'd you get him to change his mind? More money?

Exactly.

Well, whatever it takes.

I'll set up the meeting.

You'll have to brief me on the protocol.

Sure.

But he's going to Samarra to visit his sister.

Your meeting will have to wait until he gets back.

How long will he be gone for?

Two to three weeks.

Is it set?

She wants me to walk into the village, meet her at a café.

Good.

Valentin will be there.

You said no more bodies.

I reconsidered.

Just in case she found some piece of the puzzle we haven't anticipated.

Something that connects us to Ahmed.

If she has...

Valentin will be ready.

You never tell me the whole truth.

My job is to protect you, Alichka.

This is my first priority.

What will be your signal to Valentin?

I'll light a cigarette.

And he'll take care of her, if necessary.

Very good.

(door opens)

(relieved sigh)

You're late.

I have to be careful, don't I?

Uh... not here.

When we're in some beautiful place together.

My orders came through.

I'm leaving in three days.

Already?

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Don't worry, I have it all worked out.

Put the money into a trunk-- two at the most-- and I'll have it shipped out under diplomatic cover.

You're leaving me?

No.

Here's a ticket to Geneva, where you'll make a deposit into an HSBC branch.

Then instruct them to wire the balance into this account in the West Indies.

I'll meet you there... in St. Lucia.

Okay?

Ahmed, what is it?

(in Arabic) You fucker!

(door closes)

(trembling breath)

Excuse me, please.

(panting)

Go now.

This proves nothing.

You've got nothing on me.

You don't think so?

See the cameras?

One... two.

You were caught red-handed, as they say.

At the very least, your tenure at Central Intelligence is over.

Most likely... you're facing many years in federal prison.

I'll take my chances.

Why?

You haven't even heard my proposal yet.

I-I know what this is. I'm not a traitor.

I'm not asking you to be a traitor.

Oh, give me a break.

Is this the part where you tell me I'll never have to compromise the security of the United States? - Yes, it is, and it happens to be truth.

Bullshit.

Why bullshit?

We're not the Soviet Union anymore.

Russian and American interests are more aligned now than they've been in the past 70 years.

I suggest you sit down and listen to me.

What have you got to lose?

I believe the more cooperation between our two countries, the better-- well, the safer the world will be.

Yes, I know it sounds a little naive.

But it doesn't have to be.

You see... this little spy game we're playing here doesn't have to be one-sided.

I can pass intelligence to you, too, Allison.

Not bullshit.

Real intelligence that will help you rise in your career, just as me recruiting you will help me rise in mine.

I mean it.

Allison... years from now, we could be looking down at this moment from a very great height.

I say let's be professionals, you and I.

Let's help each other make it to the very top, the summit... the roof of the world.

Hmm?

I know you, Allison Carr.

I know everything about you.

I know your ambitions.

How hard you worked to get to where you are.

I even know what you're thinking right now.

Is that so?

Mm-hmm.

You're wondering if the $8 million is for real.

It is.

And when we are done here with this game, somewhere in the not-too-distant future, half of it will be yours.

Something to take the edge off all of the uncertainty... that frightens you so.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking German)

Gut.

(indistinct chatter)

(siren wailing)

The main courthouse in Baghdad has suffered a horrific att*ck.

The State Department estimates 134 dead, most of them employees of the Ministry of Justice, making this the most deadly att*ck in Iraq in over a year.

Allison, all hands, ops room.

This is so f*cked up.

The harder we try, the worse it gets.

I heard Acrobat might've been in the courthouse when it went down-- do you know if that's been confirmed?

His name's on the list of fatalities.

Oh, f*ck! That's bad luck.

Well, at least Judge Khalil's okay.

He was on his way to a meeting, apparently.

Good.

Come on, let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

(speaks German)

Danke schön.

Carrie.

Allison, thanks for coming.

I'm in hiding.

My life's in danger.

What are you talking about?

The att*ck in Lebanon at General Alladia camp, that b*mb was meant for me.

And there was another attempt just yesterday in Amsterdam.

Jesus, Carrie.

I believe the SVR wants me dead.

Why? - Well, I'm hoping you can help me figure that out.

And you think this has something to do with Acrobat?

I know it does.

Allison (over radio): Tell me.

Carrie: It all started with the cyber penetration last month.

There was a cable among the hacked documents the Russians didn't want me to see.

Well, what cable was that?

Was from Baghdad Station.

Apparently, Samir Khalil was demanding to speak to me.

He said he had important information.

He was adamant about it.

"Information"?

That Ahmed Nazari was alive.

Allison, listen, did you, did you have any reason to question the intel he was providing?

No.

No, his stuff was good.

It always checked out.

You sure?

I'm sure.

And you never suspected him of-of being a plant?

Of playing both sides against the middle?

You have to consider that possibility, but we were seriously sweetening his pie.

He'd have been risking a lot.

Could you go back and review your old field reports with that in mind?

I-I could.

But what?

Well, they're classified for one thing.

(voice breaking): Allison, please.

They're trying to k*ll me.

I've got no one else to turn to.

I need this to end.

I had a life.

I want it back.

Okay, okay.

I'll see what I can do.

On one condition.

Name it.

None of the hacked documents see the light of day ever again.

They won't.

I swear to you.

Allison: Are you talking to anyone else about this?

No.

I told you there is no one else.

I'm counting on you to do this.

And I just told you I would.

You did.

Yes, thank you.

I'll be in touch if I find anything.

How do I contact you?

Through Otto Düring.

Done.

Thanks again, Allison.

Really, I mean it.

Watch your back, Carrie.

(vehicle approaching)

What the f*ck?

What's this all about?

Bibi told you to stay out of sight.

Get the rest of our stuff.

We're changing trucks.

Why?

Picked up a few supplies. We need more room.

Bullshit-- you cannot take weapons into Syria.

What weapons?

Yeah, right.

Saul?

You have to go. They're coming.

Hurry.

What's happening?

Tovah made a deal with Dar Adal.

He's on his way to get you.

What?

Where are we going?

To someplace safe.

You're gonna catch a lot of sh*t for this.

I'm a decorated veteran of the Six Day w*r.

I'll survive.

Come on, come on, this way.

(praying in foreign language)

(liquid sloshing)

♪

(computer chimes)

Carrie?

You there?

I'm here.

I'm in Ahmed's computer.

We have to search it.

Yeah, for what?

Uh, it could be anything.

Sorry, but we have to narrow that down.

I know.

A name? Date?

I thought I would have something for us to go on, but I don't.

What just happened?

Just the screen saver.

Push the space bar.

That'll get rid of it.

Numan?

Google something for me.

What?

Uh... a bar, Banana Joe's.

And then St. Lucia.

Sorry, I don't understand.

Just... Google it.

Allison: Welcome to Operation

Iraqi Freedom.

That bad, huh?

Allison: Then it's two weeks in the West Indies,

St. Lucia.

I'm living for it right now.

There's a little bar on a beach, Banana Joe's...

best daiquiris on the planet.

And the men are gorgeous.

Got it.

What? Show it to me.

Here it is.

Oh, my God.

Allison.