04x02 - Trylon and Perisphere

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Pull over. I want to walk the rest of the way.

Come on, guys.

It's only a couple blocks.

And I haven't been outside the embassy in days.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

We're on our way.

(Low, indistinct radio chatter)

Hey, Chief.

How long to the target?

A little over eight minutes. We scrambled two Fox 15-Echos as soon as the intelligence came back.

Are the jets authorized to enter Pakistani airspace?

Waiting for word from CENTCOM.

Can we send a drone instead?

Not in the time frame.

What about ground teams?

There are none operating in the area.

I need to talk to Islamabad.

He's on the secure uplink.

Okay.

Talk to me, Sandy.

What's the issue?

No issue. Only that I'm just hearing about this for the first time.

He's number four on the hit list, Carrie; what more do you need to know?

The source of your intel.

Same as the last four high-value kills.

Does he have a name yet, this source?

The deal was anonymity in exchange for information.

So far, it's been a very fruitful relationship.

Well, so far, we've always had time to get a second opinion, double-check the intelligence.

Well, consider the target.

What do you mean?

Well, there's a reason you don't get many sh*ts at a guy like Haissam Haqqani; he's famously careful.

Well, we trained him, didn't we?

Trained him? Hell, he learned how to jump out of airplanes with the 82nd Airborne.

Did CENTCOM get back?

Authorization to engage.

On your command.

Where's the live feed from?

We got lucky, jacked into a NATO satellite.

And that's the location right there?

Yeah, the building in the middle.

It's a farmhouse of some kind, I'm told.

How confident are we Haqqani's in the farmhouse?

One of those vehicles out front-- the red Hi-Lux-- we've seen it at his compound in Miranshah.

What about CDE concerns?

No other habitations within 75 meters of the target.

Well, obviously anybody inside the farmhouse would be collateral damage.

Yeah.

I'd feel a lot better if we weren't so blind on such a short clock.

Sandy's source has always been rock solid.

Yes, he has.

And Haqqani's made a bad habit of k*lling American soldiers.

Where are the F-15s?

Uh, they're buzzing the border.

They can be on the target in 60 seconds.

Any friendlies in the area?

No.

Ordinance restrictions?

None.

Send them in.

Yes, ma'am.

Smash 11, this is Control.

How do you hear?

Pilot: I have you loud and clear.

I have you also, Smash 11.

It's playtime.

12 from 11. Currently in comms with JTAC. Dial in.

Hey, where you going?

I think you can handle it from here.

Just have the pilots do a couple of recce passes afterwards for damage assessment.

Uh, stick around, will you?

I'm supposed to be on a Skype call with my sister.

Stick around.

Control standing by.

The group has a little something planned.

Control, we're two mikes out.

Calm winds.

Copy that.

Two mikes out.

Call weapons gone and time of flight.

Wilco. Hammer down.

Three, two, one.

Weapons free, ten seconds.

Copy that.

Ten seconds to impact.

Blast two coming left.

Pick up a heading 270.

Clearing airspace.

Okay.

Shut it down. Well done.

Thank you, everybody.

Chief.

Thanks, Chief.

All: ♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ for she's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ which nobody can deny ♪

Happy birthday, Chief.

Man: Happy birthday.

"The Drone Queen"?

(Chuckles)

Man: Speech, speech.

All: Speech.

Uh... well, I, uh...

I don't know what to say.

(Chuckles)

Blow out the candles.

All right.

Hey!

(Cheering)

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(Skype ringing)

(Skype beeps)

Hey, Maggie.

What happened to you?

I know. I'm sorry.

I couldn't get away.

Well, you just missed them.

No, don't tell me.

(Clicks tongue)

We waited and waited.

Finally dad gave up and took her to the park.

sh*t.

I've been looking forward to this all day.

Well, they'll be back in a couple hours.

Oh, what am I saying?

It's after midnight there.

I've just taken my Ambien, so...

You really need to wean yourself off that stuff, Carrie; it's not good for you.

Well, neither is not sleeping.

Hey, happy birthday.

Thanks.

So? What'd you do for your birthday?

Interrogated a couple prisoners, flew another mission.

It's all over the internet right now just how bad it is there.

Well, that's mostly in the tribal areas.

The capital's been relatively peaceful lately.

If you can call eight su1c1de att*cks in a week relatively peaceful.

You should be in Istanbul, out of harm's way, and Franny should be with you.

Well, that was the plan.

How is she, anyway?

A week older than the last time we talked.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Men shouting)

(Speaking Pashto)

(Shouting continues)

Gage: You guys spent $134 billion on operational contractor support last year.

Loch: That figure's high.

Gage: Call it $120, then.

Loch: Ballpark.

Gage (Chuckles): Okay.

Ballpark.

But I do know for a fact that expenditure will double when the US and NATO combat mission ends in December.

Loch: Meaning we're gonna have to hire a lot more private m*llitary companies like yours to fill the security vacuum.

That's why we're here, General.

We have a proposal.

Loch: What is it?

Saul's gonna brief you.

Saul?

Hmm?

The force multiplier effect.

Yeah.

What Aaron means is that, uh...

Actually, I have another thing I was gonna mention.

Just a thought I want to throw out there.

Okay.

If we'd known in 2001 we were staying in Afghanistan this long, we'd have made some very different choices.

Right?

Instead, our planning cycles rarely looked more than 12 months ahead.

So it hasn't been a 14-year w*r we've been waging, but a one-year w*r waged 14 times.

I think we're walking away with the job half done.

Saul, could I speak with you?

Ask the General what he thinks.

Have we given our counterinsurgency program a chance to work?

Saul.

Excuse us.

Saul, what are you doing?

I think I have an obligation.

What are you doing?

A troop drawdown will only inspire the enemy.

Afghan security forces are nowhere near ready to step into the breach.

Save it for your op-ed.

We're trying to win a contract here.

Wasn't it Trollope who said the best capitalist is someone who's greedy and honest?

First, the drawdown's happening, whether you like it or not.

Second, it represents a significant market opportunity for this firm.

I was there when we first went in, Aaron.

Kabul looked like one of those black-and-white photos of Dresden, 1945-- blasted, wasted, - deserted.

I'm aware of how much of your life you have invested in this fight...

Girls not allowed in school, roving gangs of men with whips enforcing Sharia law, a safe haven again for Al-Qaeda.

It's not your job anymore to have a say in the matter.

We really want to risk going back to all that?

Did you hear me, Saul?

It's not your job anymore.

Do we have the after-action download from the cockpits?

We do.

I want to see the reconnaissance photos.

Mary's got them on her laptop.

News Anchor: ...the deaths of over 40 civilians.

The strike took place at 11:04 PM in Dande Darpa Khel, a militant stronghold in the North Waziristan tribal agency near the Afghan border.

Members of the Pakistani Taliban vowed retaliation for the alleged att*ck.

"Haissam Haqqani has been martyred," said a spokesperson for the Pakistani Taliban, who added that Mr. Haqqani was attending a wedding at the time of the att*ck and that over 40 members of his family were also k*lled.

"They have turned a wedding into a funeral pyre," he said.

"Our revenge will be unprecedented."

f*ck you, too.

Katie, fly a reaper over the AO.

I want to see ground zero in the light of day. - On it.

Well, at least we got confirmation of Haqqani's death.

Yeah, but if this wedding's for real, nobody's gonna give a sh*t.

(Crowd clamoring) _

Martha: I saw the k*ll list after 9/11.

Do you know how many names were on it?

Seven.

Including Bin Laden and Al-Zawahiri.

You know how many names are on it today?

Over 2,000.

It's Alice in f*cking Wonderland.

You don't even have to be a t*rror1st anymore, apparently.

You just have to look like one.

Where's Sandy anyway?

He said he's coming.

Where is it written that an ambassador must spend 90% of her time cleaning up after her Chief of Station?

Nowhere, but it is the case almost everywhere.

Well, we get along.

Why can't you be my Station Chief?

Sorry I'm late.

Peter has just been filling me in on the well-wishers gathering outside our front gate.

I saw that. Hey, Peter.

I've also got the Foreign Minister on my call sheet.

What can I tell him?

That Haissam Haqqani's dead.

I know that already.

What else?

It's pure PR bullshit, the wedding claim.

Technically, it wasn't even a drone strike.

Technically?

It was a bombing run.

Two F-15Es.

You're right.

I don't think I'll share that with the Foreign Minister.

But just so I'm clear...

...somebody high up in the Pakistani government signed off on this, right?

Oh, come on, Martha.

What?

It's their airspace, their sovereignty.

They scream bloody m*rder, but it's theater, it's face-saving.

They want these assholes dead as much as we do.

They're a little less enthusiastic when we k*ll civilians.

Haqqani was a legitimate target.

Everybody in that farmhouse had to know who he was, a marked man.

He put their lives at risk, not us.

(Water splashing softly)

(Groaning softly)

(Grunts softly)

(Speaks Pashto hoarsely)

(Groans softly)

(Speaking Pashto)

(Speaking Pashto)

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Can you get in closer?

Who's he? Do we recognize him?

I think he's just a kid from the village.

Well, he's definitely spotted us.

You want me to go with him?

No, stay here. See if you can ID any of the casualties.

You got it.

Jesus, there were a lot more people in the farmhouse than we thought.

Hey, Chief. A call for you.

Hello?

Quinn: Carrie, it's Quinn.

Quinn.

Long time.

Yeah.

What a clusterfuck, huh?

How you holding up?

It was a Taliban spokesperson.

I'm trying not to get too worked up about it.

Yeah, we got protesters outside the embassy here.

They pull this sh*t all the time. If it wasn't a wedding, they'd say it was a mosque we hit or a..rphanage or a mosque for orphans.

Uh, this one feels different somehow.

Why?

The time frame, the way we went in.

The fact we didn't have eyes-on before we ordered the strike.

Well, way to stay positive.

(Crowd clamoring in distance)

You still there?

Yeah, I'm here.

(Sighs)

Listen to me, Quinn, worst case scenario: it was a wedding.

Obviously not ideal.

But Dande Darpa Khel's about as deep in the tribal area as you can get.

I'm-I'm not following you.

Who's gonna risk going in to verify anything?

Nobody, that's who.

We're bulletproof on this.

Bulletproof?

Completely.

Sorry.

We missed the 4:00.

Did you get my text?

I did. Thank you.

We sat on the platform at Trenton for over an hour.

Can you grab those wine glasses?

Yeah. I really wanted to be here.

I know.

It's just, Michael's my boss, and...

Well, I'll call him tomorrow, I'll explain everything.

Thank you.

Everybody thinks we should buy that apartment on 103rd.

Really?

Yeah.

What's wrong with renting?

It's not committing.

So we keep our options open.

Come on, Saul.

You promised to give New York at least three years.

Three years?

I'll be pickled and on the top shelf by then.

Don't say that.

Honestly.

It's not working out with Aaron.

Are you gonna get fired?

Is that what you're saying?

No.

(Sighs)

It's just, I really screwed up today.

Then unscrew yourself.

You go in tomorrow morning, you apologize, you do whatever it takes.

Mira...

No.

It's my turn.

We agreed.

(Sighs): Mira.

(Lively music, rhythmic clapping over video)

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(Music playing faintly inside room)

Aayan.

Where have you been?

We thought you...

Yeah. Well, I'm not.

We've been texting you for days.

Why didn't you answer?

I don't know.

I don't know anything anymore.

Hey, are you all right?

I feel like a ghost.

(Sighs)

Lost them all.

Whole family.

(Music playing quietly, pool balls clacking)

(Sighs)

Hey, can I talk to you?

If you're interested in the ballgame, sure.

If not, you're wasting your time.

None of the above.

Well, you're pretty enough.

(Chuckles): I'll say that for you.

You're Mathison, Chief of Station.

Who are you?

First Lieutenant JG Edgars.

Uh, well, you got my name right, but I'm not Agency; I'm an FSO in the political section.

Bullshit.

Ma'am.

What do you want, Lieutenant?

You know me as Smash 12.

I flew the mission into Pakistan the other night.

Hey, why don't you sit down.

Let me buy you a beer.

No, thanks.

Is it true what they're saying?

It was a wedding party?

I don't know.

Even if I did, I couldn't tell you.

Well, I feel sick to my stomach about it.

Yeah.

You?

You ever feel that-- sick to your stomach?

Sometimes.

I try to see the big picture, though. The mission.

It was a wedding, wasn't it?

I told you, I don't know.

I k*lled four Canadian soldiers in January on bad orders, dropped a 200-pound b*mb on their heads.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Monsters.

Wh-what did you say?

f*cking monsters, all of you.

Get the f*ck out of my face, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

Rahim: Most countries are run by madmen.

This one is no different.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Why? Who do you think is listening?

No one will listen if you keep shouting like that.

I'm not shouting.

Is this a study group?

Do we not have an exam tomorrow?

I don't know how you can study after what's happened.

Yeah, well, it's much better than being sad all the time, so...

Well, the American ambassador was on TV again this morning.

So?

She's still saying there was no wedding, that it never happened.

For the last time, Rahim, no.

But they are dishonoring your family.

People must know the truth.

Kiran: He honors his family by continuing his studies, huh?

And becoming a doctor.

We can upload the video anonymously, if that's what you're both so worried about.

I said, no.

No video, no nothing.

But it's the right thing to do.

It's politics.

I want no part of it.

Well, I don't know why I'm surprised.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, I should know by now who I'm dealing with.

Cowards.

(Doorbells jingle)

(Phone ringing)

(Sighs)

Hello.

Woman: Carrie Mathison?

Speaking.

Hold for Director Lockhart, please.

Lockhart: Carrie, you awake?

Uh, kind of.

You been online this morning?

No.

Well, Dande Darpa Khel's gone viral.

(Sighs)

Uh, say that again.

300,000 hits.

Video's only been up for a couple hours.

What does it show?

A wedding, little girls dancing.

A bride and her mother, and then the missiles hit.

It's devastating.

Authentic?

Sure as hell looks that way.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

(Sighs)

Have you talked to Sandy?

He was my first call.

You two are gonna have to put your heads together, find me a way to spin this.

Well, why not come clean, say we got the target right, but the wedding was an honest mistake?

That's not gonna cut it.

It has the benefit of being the truth.

Look, Carrie, the President's apoplectic, I'm not far behind, and the Pakistan armed forces want a full accounting by tomorrow.

Whatever you need, sir.

What I need is you on the first transport down to Islamabad.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Phone ringing)

(Ringing stops)

(Sighs)

(Door closes)

I'm assuming this was you?

You did this?

(Sighs)

It had to be done.

Take it down right now.

It's too late.

Half a million people have already watched.

Rahim, I don't care.

Just do it.

Anyway, I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

It was my cousin who uploaded it.

Your cousin?!

Oh, what?

He knows the internet.

He masked the IP using a proxy server.

What does that even mean?!

Means, don't worry so much.

No one will ever be able to trace it back to you.

Of course they will, Rahim!

I'm in the video!

Any idiot could join those dots.

So you'll be famous then.

You know, f*ck you...

(Speaks Urdu)

Call your cousin.

Tell him to take it down. Now.

Call him!

Okay, okay!

(Sighs)

Hey.

Yeah.

What's Signals saying?

Well, there's heavy traffic on social media sites and cellular services, so no doubt about it.

We're gonna have street demonstrations later on.

Any more on who put out that video?

We'll have a name for you by the end of the day.

You believe this?

I mean, what are the f*cking odds?

The Ambassador's demanding a sit-down with the entire station.

Tell her after lunch.

She wants before.

Well, tell her there's no point till Mathison gets here.

I'm picking her up at 12:30.

Okay, that works.

(Phone vibrates)

Hold on a second.

(Phone vibrates) _

All right, let me know when Mathison gets in the building.

I will. Where you going?

Lie down. I feel like sh*t.

Guts again?

Yeah. Is a normal bowel movement too much to ask for?

(Chuckles)

(Machinery humming)

(Keys jingling)

(Music playing faintly)

(Horns honking, indistinct chatter)

(Woman speaking indistinctly over PA)

Hey.

Hey.

Welcome to Pakistan.

Uh, can we sit for ten minutes?

You give me the lay of the land?

Sure.

The Ambassador's out front with the locals on this, so she's pissed.

Oh, I can't say I blame her.

Sandy's intel was good until now.

What do you think happened?

No idea.

Not even his own case officers know what he's up to half the time.

Lone wolf.

Leaves the embassy odd hours, doesn't say where to.

Girlfriend?

Maybe, or maybe he's meeting the asset who's feeding him these upper-tier targets.

So who is this asset of his?

Thought you knew.

Nope.

I have no clue either, so you'll have to ask him.

Well, I will, 'cause I'm the one dropping fire on all these people.

Yeah, well, I know what that's like.

What?

Checking names off a k*ll list for a living.

It's a job.

Doesn't bother you?

What about when it goes wrong?

Doesn't happen that often.

But it did this time.

They were Haqqani's family.

They knew who he was.

They knew the chance they were taking being there.

Sandy said the same thing.

Well, he provides the coordinates, I fly the missions.

We make a good team.

I guess Istanbul was too tame for you.

Well, I was looking forward to it, but Kabul opened up.

It's a hardship post.

It's more money.

Like you care about that.

It's more action.

But you can't bring dependents.

I wanted to bring you.

Why didn't you come?

We should get you to the embassy.

(Man speaking Urdu over TV)

Quinn.

...Station Chief Sandy Bachman...

f*cking hell. Come on.

(Bell jingling)

(Door closes)

(Door closes in distance)

(Rattling door)

(Phone beeps)

(Door creaks)

(Phone vibrating)

Hello.

Quinn: Sandy, it's Quinn.

Where are you?

In the residence.

No, you're not.

Security was just there.

Okay. I'm off campus.

Listen to me carefully, Sandy.

You are blown.

Somebody leaked your picture to the press.

What?

We need to bring you in now.

I have to know exactly where you are.

Did you hear me, Sandy?

Your face is all over the g*dd*mn TV news.

Yes.

Where are you?

I'm on Korang Road in I-9.

Did you take a vehicle?

Sandy: No.

Quinn: What's the intersection?

Street 10.

Okay, we can be there in five minutes.

Keep your damn phone on.

(Phone beeps)

(Line ringing)

Found him. He's in the field.

Corner of Korang Road and Street 10.

I'm on my way, but send a squad.

Man: Copy that.

(Crowd chattering)

Hey, hey!

(Speaking Urdu)

(Panting)

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Man: Hey!

(Shouting in Urdu)

(Crowd murmuring)

(Tires screeching, horn honking)

Back! Back! Back!

(Tires screech)

Get back!

(Crowd clamoring)

Go! Go! Go!

(Tires screeching)

f*ck!

sh*t!

(Tires screech)

(Crowd clamoring)

Quinn, go!

(Engine revving)

I can't.

There's another w*apon in back.

Base, this is Sandy.

Contact with maybe a hundred locals on street 10 and Korang Road.

Ask him how far out the squad is.

There's no g*n back here, Quinn.

It's under the seat!

It's not here!

g*dd*mn it.

g*dd*mn it!

Let him go!

(Man shouting)

Get off me!

Get back!

(Sandy groaning)

g*dd*mn it! Help me!

Help!

(g*nsh*t)

(Sandy screams)

Quinn!

Quinn!

(Blow lands, Sandy groans)

Carrie, no!

We can't leave him!

He's gone!

There's nothing more we can do!

Now get down!

(Tires screeching)

(Clamoring continues)

(Sirens approaching)

(Sirens wailing)

(Crowd clamoring)

Come on.

Just give me a minute.

We don't have a minute.

The Ambassador needs to be briefed.

Yeah, well, I need a minute.

Plus, the Director's gonna want an after-action report ASAP.

We need to get our story straight.

Carrie, give me a g*dd*mn minute.

Okay.

What do you mean, story?

You know what I mean.

We could have done more back there.

You kidding me?

No, I'm not.

It was within our power.

You know what? f*ck you.

No, really, Carrie.

f*ck you.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

What is wrong with you?

Five minutes. Inside.

I'm Carrie Mathison. I need to see the Ambassador.

Ma'am, you have blood all over the side of your face.

Where's the bathroom?

To your right.

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Lockhart: Jennifer, this is Carrie Mathison and Peter Quinn.

They were there with Sandy when it happened.

Very sorry for your loss.

He told me he'd be safe there.

Not to worry.

(Cries quietly)

What a f*cked-up situation.

They have three kids.

One of them's still in elementary school.

Has she told them?

Didn't have to. There are videos of him being stomped to death all over YouTube.

Unless somebody needs me, I'm going to go get a drink.

Fine.

Get some sleep.

We'll reconvene tomorrow morning.

My office.

Everything okay, there?

Give him some time.

He was right in the middle of it.

Yeah?

So were you.

Tomorrow, my office, 9:00.

(Turns off engine)

(Sighs deeply)

(Sighs)

(Sighs deeply)

(Baby crying inside)

(Crying continues)

Carrie?

It's so late.

I didn't want to disturb anyone.

I didn't know you were coming back.

It was all really sudden.

I could stay in a hotel.

Hotel?!

What are you talking about?

Here, do you want to hold her?

(Laughing gently)

(Speaking gently)

Aw...

I heard her crying.

She does that sometimes.

It's all perfectly normal.

Oh, my God, she has so much hair now.

Come. Come inside.

Come on in.

You're back.

(Footsteps approaching)

That's my pool you're polluting.

It's your pool?

Mm-hmm.

You don't remember me, do you?

Sure.

No, you don't.

I'm the manager, remember?

We met when you paid me six months in advance?

I mean, normally, I have to chase people just to get their last month's.

And you really can't have glass bottles out here.

It breaks, you gotta drain the whole pool.

(Mutters quietly)

(Laughs)

God...

You are so drunk.

(Breathing passionately)

My life wasn't bad enough already, you had to make it worse.

I had to show people what the Americans did.

But I will be blamed for the CIA Chief's death.

I will be blamed for the riots.

No, you won't.

Yes, I will.

It's because it was my video, and it's my face on it.

Also, people are watching me now.

No one is watching you.

Who's that guy?

That's a teaching fellow.

You don't know that.

Yeah, I do.

I had him for Physiology.

So did you.

Salaam.

See? You're safe.

You need to calm down.

Don't tell me that, okay?

You have no idea how this country really works.

No one is safe.

Woman: Aayan!

You're Aayan Ibrahim.

Aayan, those were your relatives that were k*lled in the wedding party the Americans bombed-- isn't that so?

Yes. Yes.

And the CIA chief who ordered that bombing is now dead.

Does that feel like justice?

It doesn't?

Aayan, people want to know what you think.

The Americans, they're murderers, okay?

But what we did to that man, how is that any different?

They say it stopped the drone strikes.

Is that not a good thing?

My family has just been k*lled!

Now, please, just leave me alone!

Aayan...!

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(No voice)

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(Anxious, quiet laugh)

Look, we don't have to, um...

I mean, you don't need to...

Want to get some breakfast?

(Quiet laugh)

Yeah.

(Baby crying, Maggie speaking gently)

Here.

Morning.

Take her.

No, I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

Take her.

No, really, I can't.

I gotta go.

Keep her head up.

(Baby fussing)

Carrie, you...

Yeah, fine.

Just keep her head up.

Got it?

So, um..his mean that you're back?

Uh, just for a couple of days.

Couple?

I wasn't planning to be here at all.

So what about Franny?

(Franny coos)

Uh, I...

I think she's done.

You know that's not what I meant.

It can't come as a surprise to you that, uh, dad isn't pitching in as much as he said he would.

Well, what about the nanny?

She's great, when she's here.

But, uh... (Sighs)

(Door opens in distance)

...we really need to talk.

(Door closes)

I know. I know.

But I'm... I'm already late.

Good morning!

Seriously...

We have a lot to talk about.

Tonight?

Okay. Tonight.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Nanny: Hi! Hi...

The Americans, they're murderers, okay?

But what we did to that man, how is that any different?

Woman: They say it stopped the drone strikes.

Is that not a good thing?

(Door opening)

Sorry I'm late.

Quinn's not even in the building yet.

A few months overseas and you're both on third world time.

You see this?

No.

Kid who sh*t the wedding video, turns out he's a nephew of Haissam Haqqani.

Where'd they find him?

Some medical school in Islamabad.

He's a student there.

And he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth Jihadist.

He's reasonable.

Can you believe it?

Sir, this mess in Islamabad, it's not just going away.

Oh, you think?

We need a new chief there.

I'd like it to be me.

You would?

Kabul is fine.

My deputy can run that station.

But we've got one of our own dead in Islamabad and I need to find out what happened.

You dropped a b*mb on a g*dd*mn wedding, is what happened!

I'm under att*ck here.

You get that, right?

The State Department never liked what we're doing in the border region.

They're using this to try and shut us down.

We've got a hearing coming up in the Senate Intelligence Committee.

I need you here..onvincing the Committee that what the State Department wants is bad for America, and that a fuckup of this magnitude could never, ever happen again.

You think you could do that?

Sure.

Good!

(Sighs)

And-and then what?

What do you mean?

Well, how long am I back for?

How long...? Permanently!

And just so we're clear, the word is accountability.

You're being recalled.

Look at it this way, you'll get to spend time with your kid.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

They're called Dip 'Ems.

One of the major food groups where I grew up, and I got addicted.

I know, you're all shocked.

You don't say much, do you?

I'd rather listen to you.

You got some charm working there.

I'm sure I'm not the first to say that.

Um..ast night..h, you..ere... moaning.

Not during, but, um...

...after, while you were sleeping.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Really?

(Chuckles)

Honestly, it's..een kind of a rough week.

It's been a very rough week.

Do you want to tell me about it?

I do.

(Men chuckling)

But I can't.

Man: Yeah, like Shamu.

(Chuckling continues)

Well, if you change your mind, you will find that I am a very good listener.

You need anything?

No, I'm good.

(Chuckling continues)

(Whispering)

(Laughing): Jesus Christ.

(Muttering)

Something funny?

(Chuckles)

Oh, uh, nothing.

No, it's okay, I speak dumbass.

What is it?

What, suddenly nothing?

Nothing's amusing?

Peter, forget it; it-it's okay.

Believe me, I hear it all the time.

Come on. Please.

Man: Well, since you asked, what I said was, "When she gets on a scale, it says, 'One at a time, please.'"

(Chuckles)

What an assh*le. Douche.

(Grunts)

(Bones cracking)

(Groaning)

(Panting)

(Whimpers)

(Panting continues)

(Cooing)

Do you want to...

Oh, no, thanks.

I'll-I'll learn from the pro.

Okay.

(Whispering): Yeah.

Yes, yes.

(Murmuring)

(Phone rings)

Yeah.

Yeah?

Are-are you all right?

Yeah, I-I'm on my way.

Sorry.

(Door opens and closes)

They're letting you go.

No charges?

A fine.

Plus you'll have to deal with that guy you put in the hospital.

I guess he's all cut up.

They were pretty pissed, the cops were.

I had to play the PTSD card.

(Grunts)

So what happened?

Nothing. It was stupid.

Are you okay?

I thought I was until I found myself b*ating the sh*t out of some idiot for no reason.

Almost no reason.

And now I just want to get out of here!

(Sighs)

You missed the meeting with Lockhart this morning.

Oh, f*ck.

Don't worry.

He had other things on his mind.

He's making me stay here.

For the hearings?

Permanently.

He called it accountability.

Meaning for someone besides him.

This thing was f*cked from the start, and the one person who can actually say why is being buried tomorrow.

I should be in Islamabad, figuring out how this happened, not holding Lockhart's hand at some Senate hearing.

I don't know, maybe it's good to get out of there for a while.

Yeah, it's working wonders for you.

You know there was that case officer you told me about, the one who was fired in Islamabad about the same time you got there.

You were gonna check into him.

Jordan Harris, only he wasn't fired.

They shipped him home and stuck him in Archives.

Pretty much the same thing.

Sergeant: Quinn!

You're released.

(Buzzer blares)

Well, what do you say, you want to come along?

Pay Harris a visit?

Not really.

Why, you got more brawling to do?

Maybe.

Who knows?

Well, if you do, feel free to call me again.

Honestly, this kind of brightened my day.

♪
♪

Aayan?

Assalamu aleikum.

Waleikum salam.

Omar.

Papa.

Rahim ruined my life by putting that video online.

Your life's not ruined.

Yeah, it is.

What's left of it, anyway.

You know, people look at me now.

They're watching me.

No. You imagine it.

Ever since that reporter put me on TV.

Listen, I need a favor.

I need to put this someplace safe for a while.

Yeah, what is it?

Just, um, personal things that I don't want taken.

Hmm? I'll pick it up soon.

Not more than ten days.

When will I see you?

Tomorrow at school.

No, I mean...

see you.

I don't know.

Everything is just really complicated right now.

And I just...

Mr. Harris?

Yeah?

Carrie Mathison.

I guess you didn't get my message.

I guess you didn't get mine.

I just need a couple minutes of your time.

I have a few questions about Islamabad.

I didn't know anything about it.

You were a case officer there.

What I mean is, I don't want to talk about it with you or anyone else.

Look, Mr. Harris, two days ago, Sandy Bachman was k*lled in the streets.

Yeah, I heard.

I want to know how it happened.

You were there, right?

Yes.

So why are you asking me?

Look, I've already found out certain things about him.

That he kept to himself, that whatever he was doing, whoever he was talking to on the outside, no one in the station knew.

He left everyone in the dark.

Okay.

So what was going on?

You were a case officer there.

Yeah, and now I fill freedom of information requests from conspiracy nuts in Ohio.

Are we done?

Listen, anything...

No, you listen.

Do I want to speak with you?

Was it somehow unclear?

What did I say?

What did I say?

(Franny cooing)

(Humming)

Shh.

Where have you been?

Sorry.

I got a panicked phone call from the nanny at 5:30.

She had to leave to pick up her own kids.

You were nowhere to be found.

I didn't know.

You didn't ask.

You said you'd be back here after your meeting with Lockhart.

We were all counting on you.

For the record, I had two patients I needed to cancel.

I said I'm sorry.

I have my own career.

I have patients who rely on me.

And-and my kids, my husband.

I know.

Who I barely talk to, by the way.

(Scoffs)

This is not what we agreed.

You were going to take her with you to Istanbul.

We were backup, fine.

Then all the sudden, you're off to a w*r zone, so she can't come with you, and I-I'm just saying...

What?

You bring a life into this world, you take responsibility.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard you.

(Scoffs)

(Cooing)

And I'm here now permanently.

Okay?

Lockhart just told me.

So if this is it, the big talk that we have to have, we don't have to.

You know, you don't have to..orry about her anymore.

That's not fair.

(Sighs)

I can have her all day tomorrow.

There's nothing going on, so...

Look, it's 5:00 AM my time.

I've really got to get some sleep.

Maggie: Backpacks on your back, please, girls.

Come on, let's move it.

In the kitchen.

Let's go, girls.

Oh, come on...

We have to move it.

I know, it's late.

Let's go.

Get your lunches.

Here's one.

Josie: Where's my lunch?

Ruby: In the fridge.

Maggie: Look in the fridge, sweetie.

(Refrigerator opens)

All right, there's your lunch.

Let's go.

Say good-bye to Franny, please.

Ruby: Bye, stinky.

You have to change her diaper.

It smells in there.

Bye.

Bye.

(Girls chattering)

Maggie: You gonna be okay?

Yeah, of course.

You can call me if you need anything.

We'll be fine.

(Door closes)

♪
♪

sh*t.

(Door closes)

(Sighs)

That's where your dad lived when I first met him.

In that house right there.

(Fussing)

See?

That's where they all lived.

I was arrested on that lawn.

(Sighs)

He would've been a terrible father.

I mean, you think I'm a terrible mom?

I am, but...

(Fussing)

...he would've been even worse.

He was happy to hear that you were on the way, though.

He was.

I think it was the last thing he was happy about.

And I...

I tried..o hold on to that and feel it, too.

Happy that you're here.

But..ith his being gone, I can't remember why I had you.

(Crying)

I loved him so much.

When I close my eyes, I still see him there.

(Sighs softly)

Oh.

♪

(Gasps)

(Crying)

(Crying continues)

Adal: You talk to Carrie?

Saul: Not yet.

So she didn't call you when she landed?

She hasn't called me since she went overseas.

What can I say?

They grow up.

They fly away.

Well, I hear Lockhart's bringing her back.

For the hearings?

(Chuckles)

Not just.

She's being recalled.

(Chuckles)

You know why he's doing it, right?

Everyone knows; the guy's transparent.

Seriously... Sum total of his thinking on intelligence policy is "What's good for Andrew Lockhart?"

Mm-hmm, yeah.

And that, my friend, may be good for you.

Even before Islamabad, there was some concern about his abilities.

Like what?

This and that.

I heard rumblings.

From whom?

Crocker?

It doesn't matter.

The point is, with this latest fiasco, there's blood in the water; he's vulnerable.

It's not just the dead station chief.

It's the drone strikes in the border region.

His entire program is under review.

The Secretary Of State could be your friend on this, if you want to stage a comeback.

So it was Crocker.

Well, what do you think?

There's a question no one asks me anymore.

So?

Officially?

Very happy in the private sector.

(Muttering quietly)

(Car alarm chirps)

Look, Mr. Harris, I just need a second.

I told you to stay away from me.

Not until we talk about Islamabad.

You really are bat-sh*t crazy, you know that?

Just like they say.

Is that your kid?

You brought your kid here?

(Fussing)

Very nice.

Very professional.

(Car door closes)

(Engine starts)

Why were you recalled from Islamabad?

You want to get out now, or you want to drive off with me and leave the baby here?

Please. I just want to talk.

Fine.

(Tires screech)

Get the f*ck out!

What, you think you know me?

Well, I know you, too.

You don't know sh*t!

I know your performance was exemplary before you were sidelined.

I know you were doing everything right.

And since I'm guessing you didn't suddenly start running g*ns to the Taliban I think what happened is that you were silenced, you were thrown in the basement.

Am I right?

(Engine stops)

Why are you doing this?

I need to know.

I'm going back there.

I heard you're staying here.

I can't stay here.

I can't.

So I need to know what was going on there.

You tell me, and I'll do everything I can to get you back in the field.

We're on the same side, you and I.

The same guy who fired you nearly got me k*lled.

No, Sandy didn't throw me out; it was Lockhart.

I flew all the way back here from Islamabad to report an intelligence leak, next thing I know, I'm finished.

Literally in the f*cking basement.

Tell me about the leak.

(Sighs)

Hello?

So, how was your day?

Good.

Good. I had a good day.

The two of you?

So what'd you do?

Not much.

Nothing really.

I know what you mean.

It's not exactly nonstop excitement.

Believe me, I know.

But it's important.

It's really actually important.

So, um... she's fed?

Yeah.

Changed?

Yeah.

Bath?

Done.

(Whispers): Hi. Hi.

(Church bells tolling)

Saul: Carrie.

You've still got the beard.

Quinn told me you shaved it off.

Turned out to be one change too many.

Didn't last.

Good.

Did you know him?

Not that well.

It was my company's idea I show up here.

They pretty much insisted.

Well, I'm glad they did.

We might have something to talk about.

I heard he's bringing you back.

We'll see.

Save me a seat in there.

(Indistinct chatter)

Carrie, you know General Scott?

Yes. Hi.

Good to see you again.

We were worried about you.

I hear you were right there when it happened.

Two of us were, yeah.

Excuse me, but may I borrow him a second?

Sure.

Thanks.

This can't wait?

No.

A colleague of yours is about to be interred.

Yeah, well, I found out some interesting facts about that.

Your man in Islamabad.

He had a rep of not exactly being a team player.

Him, you..alf the people here.

The whole Agency's full of prima donnas.

Yeah, well, he had a particular reason.

Sandy had a dark asset providing targeting information on t*rrorists in the border region.

Until the wedding party, it was, it was good information.

It was genius information, in fact.

On people we'd been unable to locate for years.

Now suddenly they were in our sights, and we were taking them out one after the next.

It was getting him a lot of praise.

So?

It was getting you a lot of praise, too.

Which is why you didn't want to hear how your golden boy was doing it.

That he was out there trading top secret information to God knows who!

Oh, please!

In exchange for a few successful drone strikes.

I know who you've been talking to.

Harris.

Right.

Harris flew all the way back from Islamabad to tell you in person what was happening.

You knew what was going on there.

That makes you complicit.

In what?

It's called treason.

There are laws against it, and they apply to everyone.

Even the Director of the CIA.

Get a grip.

I'm not complicit in anything.

We're talking about a judgment call.

A judgment call that got a wedding blown up, a station chief k*lled.

Those hearings that you're worried about, they're not gonna go better in light of these facts.

What do you want?

What I said before.

I want Islamabad.

It's impossible.

I already told the President you're coming back to Langley.

You need to listen to me.

I am not staying here.

Pakistan? Why do you even want to go back to that sh*thole?

Yes or no?

It's not even a real country.

It's a f*cking acronym!

So, what was that about with Lockhart?

My next posting.

Not here?

He changed his mind.

I'm going back to Islamabad.

As Station Chief.

Saul: He doesn't seem too happy about it.

Is it that obvious?

It's a funeral, people get upset.

Your company provides security, right?

"Total Security Solutions."

I believe that's on the card.

We got a meltdown over there.

A dysfunctional station plus a security team unwilling to do their job.

I'm gonna need you to send some guys over to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Priest: All rise, please.

"Because God..."

You're sure this is what you want?

Yeah, definitely.

"...this body to the earth for we are dust..."

Okay, then.

"And to dust shall we return."

Anything you need.

"The Lord Jesus will change our mortal bodies to be like His in glory for He is risen. The first born of the dead."

Could've been us.

I'm glad it wasn't.

Yeah.

Me, too.

I didn't see you here.

I thought...

What? Another call from lockup?

At this point, nothing surprises me.

That name you gave me-- it panned out.

Good.

In a big way.

Sandy was running an asset that he kept secret.

That's where the targeting information came from.

Which we knew, more or less.

Yeah, but here's the deal.

It looks like it was a two-way street.

He was trading information back and forth.

And whoever he was doing that with has obviously turned against us.

We need to find out who that is and the extent of the damage.

Did you hear me?

Yeah.

Lockhart just gave me Islamabad.

We need to get back there and get on it.

I'm not going back.

What do you mean?

Of course you are.

No, I'm not.

Not for a while at least.

But I need you now.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Look, I know you were upset by what happened out on the street.

And if it wasn't obvious, so was I.

Maybe it didn't seem like it at the time...

Carrie...

...but I was.

You don't know what I just went through with Lockhart to sort this out.

How can you do this to me?

Carrie, here's the thing.

It's not about you.

(Door opens)

Maggie: So, you lasted-- what?

One day with her?

A half a day?

I told you.

You told me Lockhart was keeping you here.

It changed.

You're her mother.

Wh-which is not a choice that she made.

It's a choice that you made.

You don't think that I know that?

I swear to God, I don't know what you know!

Or-or don't know or what you're thinking or anything!

Look, I know it's not fair to you.

To me?

What about her?

See, that is where you're wrong!

She's better off with you.

No one's perfect at this, Carrie.

Perfect mom is not the standard.

You-you show up.

That's what you do.

Look, she's little right now.

Anyone with a bottle can make her happy.

But in a few months, she's gonna need her mother to be there for her.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

I told you they're sending me back!

I don't have a choice!

I don't believe you.

(Quiet laugh)

I know you.

I know you manipulated this somehow.

And I know now what these w*r zone postings are all about.

Making sure there is no place for your daughter there.

That's not true.

We both know it is.

(Quiet laugh)

When are you leaving?

Now.

There's not even a diagnosis for what's wrong with you.

You need to say good-bye to her before you leave.

At least have that much courage.

(Door opens)

(Franny cooing)

I'm so sorry.

(Lock clicks)

(Grunts)

♪

(Thudding nearby)

(Grunting)

(Shushes) _

Hmm?

(Coughs)

(Door closes)

(Coughing)

(Door opens)

Man: You need anything back there, Ms. Mathison?

I'm fine.

(Door closes)

I'm fine.