04x08 - Halfway To A Donut

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"Homeland" follows Carrie Mathison, a Central Intelligence Agency operations officer with bipolar disorder. Season 5 takes place two years after the previous season and is set in Berlin, Germany, with Carrie no longer an intelligence officer and working for a private security firm.
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04x08 - Halfway To A Donut

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Saul: Previously on Homeland...

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

Quinn: What the f*ck?

Saul. Take the sh*t.

Carrie! We're losing our window.

It's Saul.

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

Are you out of your mind?

That is Saul!

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.

You said you found something.

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

Clozapine?

Her place is a f*cking pharmacy.

(car horn honking)

(screams, gasps)

(siren wailing)

No, no.

I'm fine! Get off of me!

Don't!

You...

Yes, it's me.

Oh...

(sobbing)

Hey, you're safe now.

Brody...

Who's Brody? Who's Brody?

(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 Persian)

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 - 4x08
"Halfway To A Donut"

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

How are you feeling?

Here.

I'm fine.

You do seem better than last night at least.

You were in quite a state.

Is... is this your house?

Yes.

How did I get here?

You don't remember?

My men brought you here.

Why?

You were causing a commotion in the street.

The police had you in custody by the time we got to you.

Like I said, you were in quite a state.

You really don't remember.

You told me some things about yourself last night.

You thought I was someone else, someone you were fond of.

Someone who d*ed.

Hey, hey.

Hey, you need to rest.

No.

So, where in the hell is she?

Unclear.

We're checking into that right now.

Should I be worried?

At this point, only about Saul.

So, are we ready then?

Yeah.

We listen, right?

Right.

Whatever they say, however incendiary it seems.

Okay, I get it.

Keep my mouth shut.

It wasn't easy to repair the damage the last time.

Not sure I can do it again.

You're cutting it close.

I had an unexpected guest.

I heard.

You did?

Yeah.

Do you want to tell me why you intervened?

I didn't "intervene," she was out in the streets acting crazy.

Wasn't going to end well.

I thought the last thing we needed was another incident with a CIA station chief.

Why do you think that was?

What?

Carrie Mathison out of her mind.

What was that about?

Did you bother to ask yourself?

She has a history of mental illness.

I didn't know.

She would've been on a plane right now, back home, relieved of her post, but you got in the way.

Should have told me.

If you had something going on, you should have said.

We okay here?

Not really. - Sure.

Bunny: Come on.

We have kept them waiting long enough.

(speaking Urdu)

Get up.

Get up, out.

(speaks Urdu)

(panting)

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Nothing they ask.

Don't do it.

Not anything.

Not a f*cking thing.

You tell them to go to f*cking hell!

Tell them to go to f*cking hell!

You tell them if he's hurt, all bets are off.

They know that.

Tell them.

I'll try to convey the message.

Oh, you'll try.

Abdul Zaheer.

Faysal Ahmad.

Amir Wasif.

What's he doing?

Hafiz Jan.

Mustafa Hashmi.

Allahu Akbar.

Those are prisoner names, aren't they?

Yes, the ones you're holding at Bagram.

So, he wants an exchange.

Martha: Obviously this will take time.

He must know that.

Amir Wasif was responsible for the marketplace bombing at Karachi, am I right?

Forget what he's done to us; he k*lled three dozen of your citizens that day.

You really want him back on the street?

These are Haqqani's demands, not ours.

We're as shocked as you to hear that name.

Lockhart: You are?

Really?

Okay.

This is an unexpected development.

Obviously nothing can happen until we consult with our respective governments.

I'd like to suggest that we reconvene same time tomorrow morning.

(door opens, slams)

(men speaking Urdu)

(grunting)

(men shouting in Urdu)

(Saul groaning, men speaking Urdu)

(groaning)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(footsteps approaching)

So you're feeling better.

Can I get you anything?

Why... why were your men following me?

They weren't.

You said they brought me here.

The police notified us you were acting strangely.

Oh, so the police were following me.

Only after you b*at up a security guard and started sh**ting people with your fingers.

Is that what I was doing?

Well, maybe that was because someone f*cked with my meds.

What?

My pills.

That I rely on.

I'm wondering if someone tampered with them.

I guess you don't think it's out of the question.

And what, you think I did it?

I didn't say that.

But did you?

No.

Well, who did?

I have no idea.

(chuckles softly)

But you'd tell me, right? (laughs)

Mr. Helpful, with your men who just happened to be out in the streets?

You have this all wrong. I saved you.

Yeah. Well, thanks.

You need to rest.

Get out of my way.

Where are you going?

Let me drive you back to the embassy.

I'll get there myself.

Your new meds.

Thank you.

Okay.

Carrie, where have you been? What happened?

We have a breach here at the embassy.

What?

Someone switched out my meds.

Where's Lockhart?

Uh, with the ambassador, I think.

Pry him away, discreetly.

I need you, him and me in the secure room as soon as possible.

Just the three of us, until we figure out who we can trust.

Okay.

Lockhart: How could this possibly happen?

It's pretty clear how. Someone got in my room.

Who could do this?

I don't know.

We need to bring the ambassador into this.

We need to bring no one into this, not until we think it through.

Do you know how many people go in and out of here every day?

Finding the one working against us-- or who knows, maybe there's more than one.

Did you brief her on the Saul situation?

I was waiting for you.

Another clusterfuck.

What Haqqani wants for Saul.

A prisoner exchange.

This is Haqqani's entire command structure.

We can't do it.

That's what I said in the meeting.

You give up these five, he basically controls from here to Kabul.

I think that's the point.

So what's the plan?

What plan?

There's no plan.

No one wants this.

Not us, not the White House, not Saul-- especially not Saul.

But I will not have my predecessor joining Daniel Pearl and Jim Foley with their heads in a basket.

So you tell me, what do we do?

We find another way.

I'm gonna need something more specific.

In the meantime, I need to let the ambassador know what happened to you.

Sir...

I was cross with our Pakistani friends again today.

She made me promise... transparency, teamwork...

Uh, there was another "T," I forget what the f*ck it was.

You told me you were gonna get this place under control.

So you didn't exactly say what happened to you last night.

I don't know what happened to me last night.

Really.

I-I ended up at the residence of Colonel Khan.

The ISI counterterrorism chief?

(sighs)

He said his men "found" me.

Some police lockup, apparently.

And you don't remember?

Not really.

Just that it was... it was crazy.

Pretty f*cking low of them.

They exploited a weakness.

They poisoned you.

(sighs)

At least there are no illusions where anyone stands.

Saul (quietly): Oh, f*ck.

g*dd*mn it.

(sighs)

Come on.

(breathing deeply)

Ow!

God!

(door opens in distance, Saul grunts)

(men speaking Urdu)

(Saul coughing)

♪ ♪

(men speaking Urdu in distance)

You're sure about this? This breach?

You tell me how else it could have happened.

Fine. I'll start the changeover protocol.

New locks, new codes.

I feel like I'm in a f*cking w*r.

What did you expect?

I don't know.

Isn't Pakistan supposed to be on our side?

I really don't know how you do it.

Sit across from them, day after day, knowing all they want is to s*ab us in the back.

I'm a diplomat.

It's my job.

To eat sh*t.

To suck it up, if that's what it takes to find areas of common interest.

They hate us.

Good luck finding common interest in that.

Hey.

He doesn't look too happy.

Neither do you, for that matter.

These may be just the thing.

From Reema's.

(chuckles)

I was passing by after work.

These are genuine balushahi.

That's like halfway to a donut.

Don't go outside, okay?

What do you mean?

Let someone else teach your class for a while.

Can you do that?

It's not safe.

(sighs)

It's not like I'm an ex-director of anything.

No one's gonna take me.

There are other things going on.

Like what?

Fine. I understand.

There's been a breach here.

In the embassy.

You can't tell anyone, okay?

Sure.

Just be careful.

(clanking)

(clanking)

(guard grunting)

(choking)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(panting)

(spits)

(ringing, vibrating)

Hello.

(panting)

Thank God.

Carrie, it's me.

(knocking)

Carrie: Quinn!

Quinn, get up.

Just a second.

Saul escaped.

Where is he?

He doesn't know; he's on foot. He's calling back in 15-- 11 minutes.

We have to locate him and put together an exfil plan.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Redmond: Did he call?

Not yet. You ready?

Good to go.

Carrie: We needed a break.

Maybe we finally got one.

(phone ringing)

Right on time.

Saul.

What do I do?

Saul, it's Quinn. We need to locate you first.

What can you see?

Nothing. It's pitch black. I can't see my feet.

Quinn: Well, the good news is nobody can see you.

We have a GPS signal.

Hold on; think we got you.

Give me topo five, 50 miles in every direction.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(panting)

So where am I?

Saul, I need you to calm down and breathe.

I'm f*cking breathing. I usually walk two blocks to the deli-- it's flat.

Okay.

Quiet now. Sound travels.

Just... Just tell me what to do.

Redmond: You said you wanted a break.

Take a look at this.

Makin.

We have an asset here.

Saul?

Yeah.

There's a ridgeline up the hill in front you; tell me when you're there.

How far out is drone support?

Nearest is 350 miles away.

Reroute them; we'll want eyes on Makin in the morning.

Can we get Special Forces in there?

Far as I know, the road's passable.

Okay, okay. I'm there.

Good.

(panting) Get me out of here.

All right, listen, we're gonna move you.

Look back the way you came. To your left, ten o'clock, you should see lights on the valley floor.

That's Makin.

We have an asset there.

How far is it?

Uh, 20 miles.

Saul: Oh, sh*t. Oh, God.

No, it's good.

20 miles, come morning, as far as they know, could be any direction. That's 1,500 square miles they have to cover. You're a needle in a haystack. The asset's name is Azam Shah. He's a grocer in the center of town, on the Ferozepur Road. Special Forces will extract you there. Repeat back to me.

Saul, when we hang up, we'll be radio silent until you reach the rendezvous point. Please repeat the extraction plan back to me.

Where's Carrie?

Carrie?

Yes, Saul.

I need to talk to you. Just you and me.

Carrie, you there?

I'm here.

Just us, right?

Just us.

Listen. I'm not gonna be recaptured by those people.

Understood-- that's why we're all here.

That's not what I'm talking about. I will not be a pawn in this prisoner exchange. I will not play Haqqani's game. No one should suffer for my mistakes, let alone a whole country. Carrie, you hear me?

Yeah.

You need to promise-- something goes wrong, you drop a b*mb on the whole mess. You know what this exchange plan is about. You know it can't happen. Escape or die, promise me.

Okay.

No. No, no, no, not "okay." You need to promise I will not be allowed to fall back into the hands of the Taliban, or, swear to God, I'm stepping off a cliff right now.

Escape or die.

I promise.

Asset is Azam Shah. Runs a grocery store on Ferozepur Road, Makin. I'm starting now.
Saul?

Carrie: Saul's almost there.

What's the word on Special Forces?

Quinn: About an hour and a half out.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

You mean what Saul said to me last night.

Mm-hmm.

He's not gonna allow himself to be recaptured.

He said take him out if it comes to that.

Which is exactly what you said he'd want.

No one wants that.

He made me promise.

If it comes to that.

Yep.

Which it won't.

Right. That's what Special Forces is for.

The Pakistani delegation just arrived.

You ready?

The ambassador has a list of questions to present.

A stall, basically.

She figures the entire agenda will take 20 minutes, after which we're back here on Saul.

You think they know?

That their great bargaining chip has vanished?

Please, they were told the second he escaped.

It's been a series of calls with the White House.

You can imagine the levels of scrutiny.

But I'm sure Mr. Lockhart will be here shortly.

They know.

What?

About the pills, they know.

Calm down.

You told me Carrie Mathison would be on a plane by now.

She's not. She's on a rampage, trying to find out who f*cking poisoned her.

Tasneem: I'm pretty sure she has other things on her mind.

I need you to do something for me, Dennis.

Forget it, it's too hot.

It's going to be easy.

Calling it a breach; that's the word they used.

Oh, here they are.

Sorry for the delay.

We're all ready then.

Martha: It can't be a surprise to anyone that the White House has a number of questions about Haqqani's request for an exchange of prisoners.

To avoid misunderstanding, I've itemized them here.

Item one.

The president insists that proof of life be provided on a daily basis.

I'm afraid we have no way to guarantee daily communications, Madam Ambassador.

Martha: The president requires daily proof of life to authorize the release.

Bunny: I will convey the request.

Next.

Uh, one of the names on your list...

Not our list.

Martha: Of course.

One of the prisoners, Faysal Ahmad, is undergoing treatment for a viral infection.

US medical personnel estimate he can travel in three days.

Bunny: Estimate? _

Martha: Three days.

Bunny: Estimate?

Martha: That's what I was told.

♪ ♪

Hello?

Azam Shah?

Stop.

Who are you?

Didn't they say?

Who?

The Americans.

Shut up.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then sh**t me.

But if you do, I've come for help.

Bunny: As long as Mr. Ahmad can walk, he should be on that transport with the other exchangees.

Martha: Item 7B.

Amir Wasif.

I'm sure that everyone here is aware that this name poses particular challenges.

These challenges...

Carrie: Excuse me.

These challenges are only exac...

Carrie.

They know.

They know where Saul is.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Quinn: That was fast.

It's still going on.

f*ck. f*ck!

What is it?

We've been saying they have to locate a single human being in a thousand square miles, a needle in a haystack, but that's not true.

They don't have to find Saul.

All they have to do is find that.

Find us.

We have a drone directly over Makin.

They not only know where Saul is, they know the only direction help could be coming from.

Check flight operations.

I want to know everything the Pakistani air force has been doing since sunrise.

That's why they were so smug in there.

Five sorties, all in the border region.

They know.

We've got to get everyone on the ground a heads up.

Three One Delta.

Three One Delta. This is Islamabad.

Your position, please.

Three One Delta. We're closing on M-town.

We're currently four klicks out.

Three One Delta. Repeat, please.

(radio static crackles)

Ah!

Can we do something about this?

Redmond: Let me see.

Carrie: Three One Delta. Be advised...

(feedback squeals)

f*ck, back it up.

Looks like the Taliban are everywhere.

Three One Delta. Wait out.

Rerouting via raw street Seven Niner.

Say again-- raw street Seven Niner.

It's gonna take them forever.

Haqqani's Taliban, they showed up five years ago, making noise about Sharia law, demanding to see people's papers, asking for IDs they couldn't even read.

When they shut down the school, it was clear what they wanted-- for us to become like them.

My father...

My father stood up to them.

They placed a mine outside his house, under his favorite tree.

When he d*ed, everyone else backed down.

The next day, I called the Americans.

(phone ringing)

Huh?

Carrie: I need to talk to your guest, please.

Yeah.

Saul, how you doing?

Well...

Ready to get out of here.

Good.

Uh, there's been a slight change of plans.

What's wrong?

Nothing. We just want to move you to the south edge of town, closer to pickup. There's too many people; we don't want you stuck in the center.

Fine.

There's a hospital about four streets down.

You can get there by the alleyway, straight out the back.

Okay.

Behind the hospital, there's a large park that backs up to the hills; we'll meet you there.

I'm on my way.

Keep your phone on; we need to track you.

They said I should take this.

Good.

You can take that, too.

Thank you.

You're always welcome here.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(men chattering urgently)

(phone vibrates)

_

I apologize for my colleagues' absence.

I'm not sure what's keeping them.

I wonder if we should take a formal recess.

Tasneem: No. We'll wait.

I'm sure they'll be back soon.

Islamabad.

Three One Delta. Hit a roadblock.

Eight enemy. Stand by.

(engine revs)

(b*ll*ts clanking)

(grunts)

Someone tell me this isn't happening!

Keep them coming.

They got to pull back.

They need to get to town.

Damn it.

Now, where did these guys come from?

f*ck.

Okay, I want these guys tagged, all of them.

We have to track where they go.

Yes, ma'am, I'm tagging them now.

Get me Saul.

Saul: Yeah.

Carrie: Saul?

I need to redirect you slightly.

Turn right... now.

Okay, good.

Something wrong?

Uh, no.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Carrie, what's going on?

We're seeing some Taliban presence in town.

Not some.

A lot.

(men chattering urgently)

And they're searching.

Uh, hold on one second.

Tag these.

Carrie... they know I'm here.

There are too many of them.

I can't get through.

Just hang tight.

It's not that bad.

You got to trust me.

I've got the big picture here.

Okay.

Now listen carefully.

No.

What are you doing?

What we said.

No, you have to keep moving.

I will not go back to those people, Carrie.

Saul, we're almost there.

I had a good run of it.

No, no! Saul! What are you doing?

You've got to listen to me. It's not over.

They're everywhere.

You must see them.

Too many.

No! I'm here!

I'm here in the ops room.

I am looking at the screen and I am telling you it is not hopeless.

There is a way.

Saul?

Saul, we will thread the needle, you and I.

We will get you home, but you need to put that g*n down and focus.

You need to do exactly what I say.

Saul?

Saul?

(quietly): Where are Special Forces?

They're not coming.

Turn them around.

We can't.

Saul, they're waiting for you at the rendezvous.

Don't let them down.

Saul, you're in a courtyard.

You need to exit it now.

He's moving.

Okay.

So, at the alleyway, you're gonna take a right.

That's the way I came.

Well, we're gonna retrace your steps a bit.

What now?

Uh, up ahead, there's, uh... one, two, three buildings.

Veer left.

Carrie...

(men chattering urgently)

Carrie: Don't worry, I see them.

There-there should be a door to your left.

It's locked.

Try the next one.

No good.

Okay, okay, I'm in.

Keep moving.

You're looking for an exit across the building.

Where?

Uh, t-to your left and then your, uh, then your right, probably.

I see one.

Good. That'll take you out to a street, and the park is two blocks away.

Okay.

Just keep moving.

I am.

Carrie!

(men shouting)

Saul: Help me!

Carrie! Get off of me!

You f*cking lied to me! g*dd*mn you!

You f*cking lied!

You f*cking lied to me!

f*ck you! f*ck you!

g*dd*mn you! g*dd*mn you!

You f*cking lied to me!

Oh, g*dd*mn you! g*dd*mn you!

Just... turn it off.

I think I'll go back to the conference room.

I was really looking forward to telling those people to go f*ck themselves.

But I don't see that happening now.

Tell Haqqani we'll meet his demands.

Carrie: I was trying to do the right thing for once.

I was trying to keep someone alive, instead of... steering them to their death.

Which you did.

I don't know what I did.

I betrayed Saul.

He was counting on me, and I betrayed him.

I mean, how... how could saving someone's life be the wrong choice?

But it was, because there are only wrong choices.

And it's like I'm-I'm finally... seeing it now for the first time.

Nothing good can happen in this f*cked-up world that we've made for ourselves.

Can it?

We've been up for two days.

I think... we could both use some rest.

Good night.

(rain falling outside)

(phone ringing)

Well, you won.

Did we?

You said you had something to tell me.

What happened to you the other night with the dr*gs, it wasn't me.

You said that already.

I know.

More than once.

I need you to believe me.

Why?

I'm not sure.

Maybe because it's true.

You make everything so hard, you know that?

Next time you complain about the distrust between us, you remember this.

Right now.

That was f*cked-up, what they did to me.

And-and maybe it was fair; maybe it's what we do to each other all the time, but... it didn't feel fair.

Not at all.

I believe you though.

I know you're telling the truth, because...

I remember.

Not... not everything, but enough.

The part at the end with you.

But you can't do this. You can't tell me you have something important...

It was Dennis Boyd who switched your pills. The ambassador's husband. He's working against you. That's all I can say.
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