04x07 - Redux

[bunniefuu]

Saul: Previously on Homeland...

Why was Sandy Bachman m*rder*d?

Was it you? You give the order?

As a favor to the general, I agreed to a chat, Mr. Berenson, not an interrogation.

Quinn, I'm at the airport. I'm looking at Farhad Ghazi as we speak.

(grunts)

It's done.

(muffled grunt)

Good. You said you found something.

Several things, yeah.

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

Clozapin?

The place is a f*cking pharmacy.

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

You have a real gift for this.

(camera clicking)

Max: Hand-off complete.

Hand-off of what, only God knows.

It's a hospital, Max-- probably dr*gs of some kind.

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

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

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Aayan: Hey, it's me.

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

I love you.

I love you, too.

Carrie: These men are confirmed associates of Haissam Haqqani.

If the target appears, we will take him out.

Redmond: That's him right there.

Armed?

Arming.

Quinn: What the f*ck?

Saul.

Take the sh*t.

Carrie!

We're losing our window.

It's Saul.

Reaper One weapons away.

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

Take the sh*t, g*dd*mn it!

Wipe that fucker out!

Are you out of your mind?!

That is Saul down there.

Saul.

(indistinct m*llitary radio chatter)

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

(indistinct m*llitary radio chatter)

Carrie: Where are you?

Quinn: I'm at a safe distance.

...clipped an artery.

(Carrie screams)

Hold on.

Saul: I know a way.

(speaking Arabic)

Andrea Mitchell: First, the US found and k*lled O*ama b*n L*den outside Pakistan's...

(crowd clamoring)

Carrie: You will die over there!

Hillary Clinton: You can't keep snakes in your backyard and expect them only to bite your neighbors.

John Kerry: There are things that the Pakistanis have done, as complicated as the relationship has been.

(indistinct m*llitary radio chatter)

Carrie: God!

Saul: I'm so sorry.

Brody: I have to say good-bye now.

Carrie: Just for a few more seconds.

Homeland - 4x07
"Redux"

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(speaks foreign language)

Mm.

(both speak foreign language)

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(car doors closing)

Mr. Director.

Madam Ambassador.

Welcome to Islamabad.

Good to be here.

I wish it were under happier circumstances.

When are we expecting the Pakistani delegation?

11:30.

I've got to say, I'm not overly confident about securing their help in Saul's release.

I thought you should familiarize yourself with the talking points.

Thank you.

And I'm assuming you want to meet with your people first?

That would be ideal, yes.

After you.

Mr. Director, this is John Redmond, the Deputy Chief of Station.

Yes, we've spoken on the phone.

And Peter you know.

Peter.

Sir.

When you're done upstairs, let's grab 15 minutes before the meeting starts.

Excellent. I'll see you then.

Where's Mathison?

She's sidelined herself, sir.

Explain.

She was overruled in the ops room.

She's feeling understandably fragile.

Overruled? You mean when the decision was made not to take out Saul and Haqqani?

Correct.

Which side of the argument were you on?

She was the boss.

It was her call, in my view.

You?

She was under a hell of a lot of pressure in the moment.

Haqqani just ex*cuted one of her assets.

That another way of saying she wasn't thinking clearly?

I'm saying...

What?

She let her emotions get the better of her?

No. Quite the opposite, sir-- she took a very hard line.

Which you disagreed with?

Yes.

Thank Christ. Where is she now?

In her quarters, I think.

Well, go get her. This is no time to sulk.

It's all hands on deck.

Any luck with the nurse, Max?

Got a partial read on the name tag.

I should be able to get a match from the hospital staff database.

How do we know the dr*gs were for Haqqani himself?

Because Aayan told me.

But he didn't say what they were for?

No, he didn't.

Yes, I should have asked.

Go ahead, say it.

What?

I sent him to his death.

We all did.

(knocking)

Quinn: - Carrie?

(knocking)

Carrie, it's Quinn. You home?

Carrie?

(knocks lightly)

Carrie?

(phone rings)

Hello.

Carrie, it's Quinn. Where are you?

With Max and Fara.

Lockhart's asking for you; he's pissed.

Oh, f*ck.

Uh... tell him I'm on the way.

What are you doing?

Trying to find Saul. What the hell you think I'm doing?

Got it.

Carrie: Umme Kalsum.

Quinn: What?

I'll tell you when I see you.

Be there in 15 minutes.

Call the second you locate her.

(door opens, closes)

(exhales)

(panting)

(camera clicks)

(whispering): Six, eight, ten...

Six, eight, ten, 12.

(exhales)

Lockhart: An errant strike on a wedding party... the m*rder of Sandy Bachman... and now this.

Dysfunction does not begin to describe the magnitude of the problem here.

That said, the people in this room represent the last, best hope of getting Saul Berenson back alive.

Nothing else matters.

Redmond: With respect, sir, the order to keep Mr. Berenson's capture a secret is hobbling our efforts to find him, severely.

Lockhart: Our agency-- yours and mine-- is under att*ck back in Washington.

I won't add fuel to that fire.

We're scouring the earth for Haissam Haqqani-- that's all anyone needs to know.

Sorry I'm late.

Where the hell have you been?

Can we do this in my office, please?

We can do it right here.

I have a lead on Haqqani.

Woman: Mr. Director?

Hold that. What?

He has a serious medical condition-- it's a good bet he's headed somewhere proximate to a doctor who specializes in his disease.

What's he got?

Well, I'm waiting for confirmation on that now.

And in the meantime?

In the meantime, John and everyone in the station will be k*lling themselves 24/7.

Yes?

Woman: - The ambassador wants you to know the Pakistani delegation has arrived.

All right, Mathison, let's go.

Time to look these f*ckers in the eye.

Saul: You realize I'm of no intelligence value to you whatsoever.

Did you say something?

I have no value to you.

Everything I know is obsolete, out of date.

Oh... but you have already proven yourself to be of great value.

How so?

Here, now... riding in this car, feeling the sun on my face.

I can't remember the last time I was able to travel so freely in the light of day.

Do you have a wife?

Children?

A wife.

I haven't seen mine in over three years.

Too dangerous for her.

And for my sons and daughters.

Can you imagine what that's like?

No.

Not knowing if you will ever see them again.

I can't imagine.

Well, now I know I will.

Thanks to you.

Praise God for sending me a human shield.

Martha: Well, yes,

Minister, of course we understand the position you're in with the Taliban.

Homegrown t*rrorists are every country's worst nightmare.

However, we also know... that you talk to these people from time to time.

We talk; we do not negotiate.

Martha: In the past, you've provided them with intelligence, sometimes even weapons, as a means of trying to control them.

Bunny: Our strategy has always been to direct their actions away from Pakistan.

Weapons have never been part of that equation.

(whispers): Bullshit.

Martha: Well, now is the perfect time for you to exert some of your influence.

Bunny: That's easier said than done, Madam Ambassador.

Why is that?

Saul Berenson is a prize.

A big prize.

What could my government possibly promise Mr. Haqqani in return for his release?

How about we stop dancing around the issue, Minister.

Excuse me?

What the director is saying...

Is that it's time for a little blunt talk.

No one on this side of the table believes for a second that Mr. Haqqani pulled any of this off by himself.

What do you mean... exactly?

My predecessor was abducted from an international airport, protected and secured by the Pakistani m*llitary.

And the ISI.

Tasneem: We're doing everything we can to find out what happened.

And if and where security measures failed.

And we thank you in advance for your thoroughness in the matter.

The point is, they didn't fail at all.

They were simply ignored.

I'm not sure I like what I think I'm being accused of.

It's no secret that there are elements inside your intelligence service and armed forces who are sympathetic to Mr. Haqqani.

Just as they were to O*ama b*n L*den.

Now, this is totally unacceptable, Madam Ambassador.

What's unacceptable is the double dealing your country's been engaged in for decades.

Martha: Minister, please...

Lockhart: So, here's what's going to happen.

Either Saul Berenson gets returned to this embassy quickly and quietly, or we put Pakistan's $2 billion-a-year aid package under immediate review.

Good day, Madam Ambassador.

Martha: Who in God's name told you threats get you anywhere in this country?

Money always talks.

You don't have that kind of authority.

But I do.

On whose say-so?

The president's.

Why wasn't I told?

I'm telling you now.

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A word?

(speaks foreign language)

Saul Berenson said you were smart.

I believe he called me a "bright young man," which isn't the same thing.

You were one of the last people to see him before he was taken.

Only because you sent him on a mission to stir up trouble.

That puts you at the center of this, the epicenter.

And Saul wasn't just stirring things up, he was relaying facts-- fast, firm, fundamental facts that you cannot run away from.

Who's running?

And the ISI hard-man he told you about, that thug on the ground directing Sandy Bachman's demise?

That very same guy was at the airport the night Saul disappeared.

Are you all right?

Do you always talk this fast?

Oh, am I?

I'm talking fast?

Very.

You're upset-- I understand.

No, "upset" doesn't begin to cover it.

Well, I want you to know I have no idea who this hard-man is that you're talking about.

His name is Farhad Ghazi.

Check the passenger manifest.

East India Air, flight 223 to Johannesburg.

I will.

Or better yet, check the CCTV tapes from the airport that day.

We've been over every inch of that footage.

What, you have?

Forensics has.

ISI forensics?

Yes.

Right.

So you see my problem.

More accusations.

So prove me wrong-- show me those tapes.

Fine.

No, I mean all of them.

We can go there right now.

Go where?

To the airport. My driver will take us.

I need 30 minutes. I'll meet you there.

Terminal three.

Right next to Customs.

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(panting softly)

(turns on faucet)

(sighs) Hey there.

Sir.

What are you doing?

Drafting a letter of resignation.

You, uh... sure you want to do that?

It's not even a question.

My position here is no longer tenable.

Why? What happened?

Another example of the State Department being dialed out of a foreign policy debate.

Tell me.

Every single one of the White House's assurances to me just went out the window.

You're exaggerating, Martha.

Am I? The president's using the aid package to leverage Saul's release.

So?

Without consulting me.

Without informing me.

The first I heard of it was in front of the delegation.

And? - I was made to look like a complete assh*le, Dennis.

Small price to pay, don't you think, if it gets Saul back?

The sheer incompetence.

Andrew Lockhart opens his mouth and proceeds to undermine every important relationship I've made here.

So rebuild them.

You're good, Martha-- you can do that.

But you will not give up your life's work.

I won't let you.

I thought leaving here would be music to your ears.

Thought you hated Pakistan.

(sighs): I don't know.

Maybe it's starting to grow on me.

You asleep?

Hardly.

You're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later.

I get why you did what you did, believe me.

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

Which doesn't mean I think you were right.

Taking out Haqqani when we had the chance was the correct call.

Even with Saul in the way?

Even with Saul in the way.

Harsh as that sounds.

Sounds pretty f*cking harsh.

The thing is, Saul would have agreed had he had a vote.

What makes you say that?

You don't think he's mortified right now?

Humiliated?

Mountains are about to be moved on his behalf, lives risked.

He'd do anything right now to avoid that-- he'd put a b*llet in his own brain if he could.

It's not Saul I'm worried about.

(sighs)

Truth is, I'm grateful not to have him on my conscience, too.

I feel shitty enough about Aayan as it is.

Carrie: Can we just jump straight to gate 46, please?

Starting at 10:27 PM.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why not?

The cameras covering gates 40 through 53 were down that night.

Down?

Khan: - Yes.

Is that true?

I don't know-- I wasn't working at the time.

But it happens.

What happens?

The system crashes.

Software trouble.

(scoffs): Software trouble.

What do you have to show us?

Play it.

So there's nothing from the actual gate where Mr. Berenson actually disappeared?

Apparently not.

That doesn't strike you as suspicious?

It strikes me as unfortunate.

(soft clacking)

(spoon clacking softly)

(briefcase shuts, locks click loudly)

What about Farhad Ghazi? You have any footage of him?

We were just looking for that before you got here.

And?

Nothing so far.

You warned them we were coming, didn't you?

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Where did they dump the evidence?

Hey, where's he going?

Excuse me. Hey!

What's in the briefcase?

Nothing.

Nothing?

It's empty? Doesn't look empty to me.

Just some paper.

Well, show me.

Khan: - Trust me. Nobody in here is hiding anything. You have my word.

Prove it.

His lunch.

Carrie (over phone): - Find her?

We've spoken to her parents and her supervisor at the hospital.

Nobody's seen her for two days.

Have the police been notified?

Her father was at the station this morning.

Everybody's very worried.

Yeah, me included.

We should keep looking though, right?

No.

Why not?

Tell her, Max.

I'd really rather not.

Because either she's dead and dumped, Fara, or alive and no one will ever find her.

So... concentrate on Kiran Jafari instead.

Max: Aayan's friend.

Girlfriend. If there's anybody else who knows what that medicine is for, it's her.

(crowd cheering, shouting)

(cheering, shouting continue)

Crowd (chanting): Da Kuhdai Ghesai Raghi.

Da Kuhdai Ghesai Raghi. Da Kuhdai Ghesai Raghi.

(chanting continues)

Chase: Sir.

What is it?

We got a green Mercedes entering Miranshah.

It's moving in the general direction of Haqqani's compound.

Get Mathison up here now.

Look at this.

It's a g*dd*mn homecoming, right under our noses.

(crowd cheering)

(children speaking Pashto)

(child shouts in Pashto)

(speaking Pashto)

(laughing, clamoring)

(grunts)

Marwand...

My son is apologizing to you.

Come.

We go in.

(children chattering)

(speaks Pashto)

(crying quietly)

(Haqqani speaking Pashto)

Carrie: Is that them?

Is Saul with them?

You just missed him. They went inside.

Well, what's the plan?

What are our options?

Assets in the area?

Special ops nearby?

John?

Miranshah's been extremely difficult to penetrate, source-wise, and we haven't had ground teams operating in the area since the airstrike on Dande Darpa Khel.

What about flying in a rescue mission from Afghanistan?

To do what?

Uh, rescue Saul.

Come on, Carrie.

Carrie: What?

That's a major operation.

Many, many weeks of planning, at least.

No, no, no. It has to happen today.

They'll be gone again as soon as night falls.

Well, you can't just dismiss it out of hand.

Abbottabad presented far fewer challenges.

That took half a year to pull off.

This is Saul we're talking about.

Redmond: Three weeks ago, the Pakistani army lost two helicopters and 80 men in the same neck of the woods.

It's impenetrable up there, even when they're not expecting us.

So you're saying Saul's f*cked?

And we do... what? We just give up?

Go get a f*cking drink maybe?

Quinn: You're shouting, Carrie.

No-- because we need to figure this out.

What, am I just talking to myself, here?

Lockhart: - Hey!

What's gotten into you?

Nothing.

(scoffs)

Nothing.

Lockhart: We all get the stakes here.

Right.

Yeah... (exhales) I know.

You know what? I just... I need a minute.

Take ten.

Take whatever you need.

Okay, thank you.

Get me a dedicated line to the White House and special ops pitches from Kabul Station, ASAP.

Maybe there's a way.

(breathing heavily)

f*ck.

(conversations in Pashto)

What were they shouting at you in the street?

Da Kuhdai Gehsai Raghi.

It means Arrow of God.

From my days fighting with the Mujahideen.

Please, eat.

Thank you.

So many years at w*r.

Aren't you tired of it?

I know I am.

Well, you could've just left us alone, you know.

(chuckles)

After you hit us on 9/11?

I don't think so.

Please.

By all means speak freely, but also honestly.

We did not fly those planes into the World Trade Center; Al-Qaeda did.

You gave Al-Qaeda sanctuary.

You harbored O*ama b*n L*den.

Bin Laden was a Saudi.

15 of the hijackers were also Saudis.

I don't see you invading that country.

We came here to k*ll or capture those directly responsible.

And you stayed and stayed and stayed... and destroyed our culture and our religion.

That's not true.

America despises what it cannot understand.

And your way is better?

Only Islam offers a formula for creating a just and godly society...

Your version of Islam is regressive and backward.

Whatever the Prophet did, we must follow.

Subjugate women?

Slaughter the nonbelievers?

Strap on su1c1de bombs?

I hardly remember reading that in the Hadith.

Be careful, my friend.

You have taught an entire generation to live with one foot in the afterlife.

We do what is necessary to win back our homeland.

You just ex*cuted your nephew.

And before that, you sacrificed his family in an airstrike.

How was that necessary?

You point your finger at Islam.

But if Christianity is to be judged by the misery it has caused mankind, who would ever be a Christian?

I'm a Jew.

Yeah, well...

(phone vibrating)

Hello.

Max: Hey.

Did I wake you?

What's going on?

Kiran Jafari just started a 12-hour shift at the hospital.

Uh, what time is it?

6:07.

Um... pick me up at, uh... at 6:30.

(panting)

(lights buzzing loudly)

(water trickling)

(Arabic music playing loudly)

(people chattering loudly)

(car horn honks loudly)

Sure, we could always get lucky, but risk to reward on this is not good.

Explain.

Well, we've got to plan on them having a pretty good idea we're coming.

Which means throwing a lot of manpower at the problem, which means potential for casualties goes through the roof.

Not to mention the fact they could just execute Mr. Berenson at any time, and then what are we doing there in the first place?

Let me know as soon as you have something you feel is viable.

Yes, sir.

(gasping, panting)

(woman moaning)

(gasping, panting continue)

(woman speaking Urdu over PA system)

(lights buzzing loudly)

(gasps)

(speaking Urdu)

(woman speaking Urdu over PA system)

(people chattering loudly)

Kiran!

Kiran.

My name is Carrie MacPherson.

What?

We need to talk.

Well, what about?

I'm writing an article about Aayan Ibrahim.

You're the journalist?

Yes.

I've heard all about you.

Yeah, well, I...

I need to ask you some questions.

Where is Aayan?

Did he run away to London yet?

No.

Is he still with you?

No.

Well, where did he go then?!

To see... to see his uncle.

His uncle?

To take him medicine.

Are you sure?

Do you... do you know what this medicine is?

What...

No, I know nothing about his uncle.

Aa-Aayan... Aayan bought the medicine from a nurse right here in this hospital.

Her name is... sh*t. f*ck!

f*ck, what's her name? Do... do you...

f*ck! Do you... Do you know this nurse?

This nurse who sold him the dr*gs?

No.

Yes, you do.

Umme Kalsum. That's her name.

That is her name. Never heard of her.

(echoing): Excuse me. What are you doing?!

What, are you f*cking stalking me?

You can't just come into this hospital and harass the staff!

She knows something.

I need you to leave, please.

Who the f*ck do you think you are?

Okay.

I am trying very hard to be patient, and I really don't want to hurt you.

Oh, because you "care" for me?

What?

Do I have to listen to that sh*t all over again?

That's it, you leave me no choice.

Get your hands off me. Get your hands off me!

(both grunting)

(groaning)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(retches)

(men speaking Urdu)

♪ ♪

(bicycle bell dings)

(monkey screeches, Carrie gasps, car horn honking)

(crowd clamoring)

(car horn honks)

(panting)

(gasps)

(speaks Urdu)

(honking)

(grunts)

(siren wailing)

(grunts)

(distorted siren wailing)

No. No, no, no, no.

No. No, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Let go of me.

I'm fine! Get off of me!

(crying hysterically)

In your estimation, are Haqqani and Saul still in that house?

Man: Images from the drone are unreadable at this hour, sir, so there's no way of telling.

(tapping rhythm)

Do you know where we are?

Three hours on dirt roads--

I'm guessing somewhere in the tribal areas.

Eight miles that way... at the end of the valley...

Afghanistan.

The graveyard of empires.

(engine cranks)

(knocking)

Come in.

Sir?

The ambassador's here.

Okay.

Turn on the light, will you?

You heard anything?

I want you to know that your outburst this morning may have seriously jeopardized four years of careful diplomacy.

Given the circumstances, it was hardly an outburst.

And probably not all that surprising to the delegation.

So, have you made any progress on your end?

We're in a holding pattern.

Langley-speak for no, not really.

(chuckles)

It's an actual holding pattern.

Would probably be good to have the Pakistanis back on side.

Probably.

Yes.

Well, in an effort to mend fences, I've been working back channels all day.

And there may be a development.

Which is what?

15 minutes ago, I received a call from the foreign minister, saying he might have some positive news.

And?

He wouldn't go any further over the phone but intimated he was still working on it, and he'll be here at 7:00, in person, to brief me.

I should be at that meeting.

But this time we're gonna do it my way.

Fine.

(fly buzzing loudly)

(water dripping loudly)

(door opens loudly)

Where-where are we going?

No, please!

Man: Salaam alaikum.

(men speaking Arabic)

♪ ♪

My apologies.

Hopefully your stay here will be short.

Saul: What am I waiting for?

For me to take back Afghanistan.

Just as we did from the British and the Russians before you.

You and who else?

You really think you're the only one making a move?

Different factions, not just the Taliban, already gearing up for that fight.

America is about to exchange a number of important prisoners for you, who I will return to their provinces.

As heroes.

As servants of Afghanistan.

Prisoner exchange on that level-- they'll never agree to it.

I told you...

I'm not that valuable.

The director of the CIA is already in Islamabad.

Sent by your president to negotiate your return at any cost.

It has already begun.

(door closes)

What is this?

What is this place?

Where are you taking me?

(dog barking, snarling)

Oh, sh*t!

(door opens)

(both grunt)

Man: Don't!

Don't.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey.

No. No.

Don't be scared.

Hey, don't be scared!

No.

Get the f*ck away from me.

Don't be sca... You're safe.

(gasping loudly)

Come on, Carrie.

Come on.

Come on, Carrie.

Carrie, look at me.

Show...

Hey, come on, show me those eyes.

Come on, open those eyes.

(whispers): Show me those eyes.

See, see, I'm not gonna hurt you.

No.

f*ck! Wake up! Wake up!

Stop it! Cut it out!

No, I...

I was there.

I saw you.

You were dead.

Your mind's playing tricks on you.

You've had a rough night...

A rough night? Are you f*cking kidding me?

It's over now. It's over, I'm here.

I'm right here.

No. No, no, no.

I'm here.

You're not.

You're not. I know you're not.

Why not?

Is it so hard to believe?

I want to.

I w... I...

I want... I want to believe.

Then do.

Here.

See?

You...

Yes.

It's really you.

Yes, it's me.

(sobs)

(sobs)

Why are you so cold?

What's the matter?

You are mad at me.

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

I'm not.

You hate me. You've come back to punish me for what I've done.

You're not making sense again.

I'm making perfect sense.

And maybe you're right. Maybe... maybe that is the awful truth. Maybe I just need to say it out loud.

Say what?

I was willing to let you die.

Listen to me, I don't know what you're talking about. No one has d*ed.

(crying): Yes, they have. Yes, they have.

They have.

Not me. I'm here, I'm right in front of you. I'm right...

(sobbing)

Hey. Hey, hey. Come here, come here, come here, come here. Come here.

(crying)

Hey, come here. I'm here. You're safe now.

(crying continues)

Oh, Brody, Brody, Brody...

Who's Brody? Who's Brody?

Shh.

(crying)