05x02 - The Tradition Of Hospitality

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Saul: Previously on Homeland...

I'd like you to meet my Head of Security, Carrie Mathison.

We are going to Lebanon.

Us?

You, me, some additional security.

Additional security is what we take to conferences in Geneva.

This is a w*r zone.

What do you want?

Otto During is planning a visit later this week.

He can't go there safely without your invitation.

Only the council can invite him.

Carrie: This is really getting old-- the CIA saying I'm a traitor, you saying I'm still working for the CIA.

I don't want to be in that world.

I want to be here with you and Franny.

What?

He's attacking us.

Who is?

What the f*ck?

What?

He's in.

Shut it down. Shut it down! Shut it down!

Holy sh*t, it's the CIA.

Saul: 1,361 files?

Want to tell me how our classified network got within a thousand miles of the g*dd*mn internet?

I got an e-mail today from a hacker.

It describes a completely illegal arrangement between German and American intelligence.

Germany's doing an end run around its privacy laws by having the US do the spying for them.

Saul: I want to be sure you understand-- you'll get no support.

You'll be out of the Agency.

All you get is that key, your next target in the box and operating money waiting there when you bring back proof of death.

(Phone buzzing)

Hello.

Al-Amin: The council invites Otto During to visit General Alladia Camp as our honored guest.

(Click)

(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)

(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 - 5x02
"The Tradition Of Hospitality"

(Crowd chatter, baby crying)

Looks like it's already started.

(Indistinct chatter, dog barking)

(Horn honks)

Here we are, ladies and gents.

The General Alladia Camp.

(Speaking native language)

During Foundation, here to see Colonel Haugen.

They're all clear. Send 'em through.

Okay.

Park over there.

(Gate squeaks open)

(Gate squeaks shut)

(Crowd chatter)

(Excited chatter)

(Crowd chatter)

(Crowd chatter continues)

What about the other meeting-- Hezbollah?

They contact me. How wasn't specified.

I assume they know I'm here.

Oh, yeah.

Carrie?

He's ready.

Colonel Haugen?

Philipp Becker.

I handle foreign aid for Otto During.

This is Carrie Mathison, his Head of Security, and Mike Brown, whom I think you've met.

Last year with Angelina.

And, Ms. Mathison, we spoke on the phone.

Good to meet you in person, Colonel.

All right. Come in.

(Sighs)

You saw on the road, things are changing fast.

How many people are you getting a day?

More all the time.

Yesterday, it was a thousand, so this is not the best time for a visit.

The flow of refugees is only going to increase, sir.

You'll need resources, and Mr. During will ensure you get them.

Yeah, and I'm grateful, but why does he need all the journalists, the TV crew?

To get the message out.

The Syrian w*r is an old story, I'm afraid.

Yeah. - What can you tell me about the security situation?

You mean, is it safe?

Well...

This is where we are, and this is where you are safe.

Mr. During will need to go farther than that, and so will the press.

He needs to be seen in the camp, not just in a UN compound.

Well, this is where you're safe.

(Door creaks open)

I'm in a meeting.

Will you excuse me?

Haugen: You want to get that message out there, too?

What message?

That your foundation does deals with Hezbollah?

A conversation is not a deal, Colonel.

And Mr. During needs to be able to move freely around the camp.

As you wish.

(Door creaks shut)

(Crowd chatter)

(Crowd chatter)

Listen, if things get gnarly...

It won't.

(Speaks Arabic)

You want to search us?

Yes.

(Door closes)

(Speaking Arabic)

Not you.

It's okay.

(Man speaking Arabic on TV)

Salaam alaikum.

Alaikum salaam.

(Speaking Arab)

I speak English better than your Arabic.

The During Foundation is grateful.

You were CIA.

I was in the CIA.

I'm a private citizen now.

I was given safe passage by the council.

Mr. During was invited here by Commander Al-Amin in Berlin.

Al-Amin thinks I can't run my own camp?

No one's saying that.

We negotiated a substantial payment for your help in providing security for our visit.

What payment? I've seen nothing.

It was transferred to Al-Amin's account.

(Speaking Arabic)

No. Wait.

(Speaks Arabic)

Please. Just listen to me.

I assure you it'll be worth your time.

I just need my backpack?

What is in the backpack?

It's $40,000.

For you, Waleed, to use as you see fit.

I know that an agreement made by one Hezbollah commander will be honored by another.

So we have a deal?

Yes.

But, uh...

What?

The camp is overrun.

Every day, it gets worse.

All kind of scum from across the border-- Al-Nusra, Al-Qaeda, Daesh.

What are you saying?

Stay no more than one hour.

Even I can't guarantee Mr. During's safety longer than that.

Okay. One hour.

Man: And dominating our program today, as it has dominated headlines across Europe, is news of this shocking document which suggests German intelligence is working with the CIA to bypass Germany's privacy laws.

Our guest is the woman who published the document--

The dissident American journalist Laura Sutton.

Welcome.

Thanks. Can I correct one thing right away?

The document doesn't suggest a relationship. It absolutely proves it.

It details every aspect of the arrangement, even its budget.

It's quite shocking.

So you're not surprised that the Chancellery is scrambling to distance itself from the affair?

Laura: I'm not.

But I think your security services have a lot to answer for, too.

Plus, I only saw the one document.

It could just be the tip of the iceberg.

Talk about a clusterfuck.

And there's something else.

The BND's had a team on Laura Sutton ever since she came to Berlin.

Anchor (On TV): - A test?

Laura: My source wanted to see what I would do.

How I would release the information.

In fact, if I would release it at all, but I hope...

When was this taken?

Same day as the penetration.

How can you be sure it's a genuine CIA document?

Let's just say I know it is.

You think Carrie's involved?

I really can't see it, but they do both work for During.

Anchor: Do you expect any retaliation from the BND?

I mean, personally?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure they're searching my apartment right now.

That doesn't upset you?

Mm. Gotten used to it.

As long as they don't let the cat out.

Laura: ...annoying people who gets angry whenever they see hard-won rights being ignored or abused.

I moved here because of the protections Germany guarantees its citizens and its guests.

You have these laws because you know how bad it can get. You've lived it.

You saw the surveillance state tear society apart, and you said, "no more."

But it seems your own intelligence agency wasn't listening.

Now, I'm not a German citizen, but I understand the implications...

Bring her in.

...of a covert program like this.

I wouldn't be surprised if we found similar operations... - Don't we need a warrant?

...in other countries, aimed at skirting...

Just do it.

...national privacy regulations.

Germany is by no means the first country to spy on its citizens, but the BND was smart about it.

They outsourced the dirty work to the CIA.

Every paper and TV channel.

And all over the web. I told you she would do it.

Shh.

Anchor: Who was the source of the leak?

Was it from inside German intelligence?

I've no idea.

All I know is he or she took a big risk to expose this.

I'm honored they reached out to me, and I will respect their trust, whatever happens to me.

You hear that?

Anchor: I'm sure you took a big risk yourself...

She's asking for the rest of it.

She also said she's got cops in her apartment.

You send that, it'll be intercepted, traced back to us.

(Sighs) She's at the TV station.

I'll take it to her.

Dude, wait, we should talk about this.

Talk about what?

Look at her. She's on TV.

So?

So... she's getting rich out of this.

Why not us?

Make money out of sex, Korzy, not information.

Information's for free.

(Door shuts)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Sniffles)

(Exhales)

(Speaking German)

(Speaking German)

(Horn honks)

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Laura: Thought it went really well, so...

Yeah. Let's definitely keep in touch.

Absolutely.

You have all my details.

Yeah. Let me know if you need anything.

Thank you. Bye.

Okay. Take care. Bye.

(Engine revving)

(Tires screeching)

Laura Sutton, Hans Podolski, Bundesnachrichtendienst.

You've got to be kidding.

You're under arrest.

Please come with us.

Get off of me.

What's the charge?

Tell me, what's the charge?

Hans: Go.

(Tires screeching)

(Indistinct chatter)

We good, Lothar?

We're good.

Mr. During arrived safely. The top two floors are secured.

He'd like to see you when you're ready.

Okay.

Uh, tell Otto I'll be right up after I grab a shower.

Philipp: Sure thing.

Hank. Hey.

Carrie.

(Chuckles)

Hey.

(Chuckles) What a surprise.

But not really.

What can I say? It's a small town.

Well, so much for the discreet entry.

Got to admit, I didn't believe it.

Believe what?

When I heard it was you.

Coming here. Otto During?

I work for him now.

Yeah, that's what was hard to believe.

What do you mean?

Come on, Carrie. It's a play, right?

Classic Trojan horse.

(Sighs) Something you and Saul cooked up to get you inside the foundation.

It's not like that, Hank.

Seriously.

Hey, whatever you say.

Listen, today at General Alladia, you met with Hezbollah, right?

Probably with Waleed himself.

With the influx of refugees, how compromised is his control of the camp, do you think?

I told you, Hank, I'm out.

Yeah, I'm just asking your opinion.

And I can't be perceived to be helping the Agency in any way.

(Chuckles) You're joking.

Actually, I'm not.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Jazz playing)

(Door opens)

(Footsteps approaching)

Carrie.

Welcome to Beirut.

- Prost.

(Glasses clink)

It's good. It's local but really quite good.

I'm surprised.

Shame I can't tempt you.

I'm nine months sober tomorrow.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I know, I know. My party.

I would have liked to have been consulted-- that's all.

And to have seen the guest list.

I know these people.

I have ties here, remember?

Why else would the government invite me?

And, yes, I'll be honest, coming all this way, I thought I'd do some business, too.

Philipp says, from his point of view, we're all set. Do you agree?

Hezbollah's cooperating.

But?

Well, the situation on the ground is unpredictable, to say the least.

Meaning what?

Meaning we've been told to limit the time of the visit to one hour. No more.

One hour will be tight.

These things drag on--

Introductions, handshakes, speeches, e...

Okay. One hour.

(Distant a*t*matic g*nf*re)

It's probably a wedding.

Of course. A wedding.

(Chuckles)

But you, you... You're comfortable here.

Hardly.

You know the place, though.

I guess.

Yeah, it was my first overseas posting. 2004.

What was it like?

Well, the Syrians were throwing their weight around.

There was a lot of assassinations, truck bombs, hostage-takings. It was... kind of scary.

But let me guess, you were not scared.

Honestly, no.

It-it was... a big adventure.

But...

I was different then.

How?

I was younger. And I was... alone. There wasn't anyone waiting for me back at home.

(Distant a*t*matic g*nf*re)

(Beep)

Ms. Sutton, sorry for the delay.

I'm an American citizen.

You have no right to hold me.

I want my lawyer.

Did you hear me?

I want my lawyer.

I heard you. You have a loud voice.

The foreign residence act-- Section 54, paragraph 5A, relating to foreign nationals who endanger the security of the Federal Republic of Germany.

I didn't endanger anything. This is bullshit.

It's the law. We can hold you for 18 months, then deport you back to the United States, where I'm sure the FBI wants to question you also.

I want my lawyer.

Your source hacked into a government database.

That's a criminal act.

Give me his name, and you can go.

I don't know his name or her name.

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

Journalists protect their sources.

Are you in possession of the rest of the documents?

You must know.

You searched my apartment.

Laura, do you understand the situation we're in here?

Yeah. You're in the sh*t because you broke your own laws.

700 German citizens have gone to Syria to fight for the Islamic State.

It's not what they're doing over there that scares us.

It's what happens when they come back.

We were tracking them.

We'd made some arrests, prevented some plots, but now those we arrested must be released.

Those we were tracking, we've lost.

They vanished. So how will you feel when bombs start going off in Berlin, Paris, Brussels. Do you want that?

Of course not.

But you made it more likely.

You have legal ways to track these people.

Legal ways... that demand resources we do not have.

Yet you sent five men to arrest me today.

Five.

Wouldn't they have been better employed tracking these wannabe t*rrorists who are supposed to be blowing up Europe?

Do you want to make a joke of this?

Laura: You got caught breaking the law. You try to make it about something else, like the t*rror1st thr*at, which is what you always do.

You're not allowed to spy on your own citizens.

It's against the law.

It's against the f*cking law.

That woman.

She'd let the country burn as long as she got her Pulitzer prize.

Hmm.

What's up?

Apart from the obvious.

Had a meeting with BND top brass, including Herr Mohr.

He flew in from Cologne?

Chancellery's on the warpath.

No sh*t.

There's already talk of a parliamentary inquiry.

They want a scalp.

Not Astrid, I hope. She's one of the good guys.

No.

Who, then?

Someone from our side.

Someone senior.

Who, Saul?

You've got to be kidding me.

I'm afraid not.

Giving you 24 hours to leave the country.

I know it's not fair.

Well, what did you say?

Wasn't really a conversation.

Have you spoken to the Director?

He's not inclined to put up a fight.

Not inclined?

Flat-out refused.

I don't believe this. I do not f*cking believe this.

Hey, you.

Hey, yourself.

Is Franny still awake?

Just fell asleep. Shall I wake her?

No. No, no, that's okay.

I'll be...

I'll be home tomorrow.

Listen, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you're there with her, looking after her.

Don't be silly.

No, seriously.

I've never had that before.

Well, don't give it a second thought. We're having fun.

How are you?

Good. Yeah. Um...

We're all set for the big day tomorrow.

And you're being careful.

Very. I'm hiding behind a team of hunky ex-special forces guys.

I like the sound of that.

Of you hiding, not-not the special forces guys.

(Chuckles)

I miss you.

Miss you, too.

(Footsteps approaching)

Demet.

(Speaks German) Hello.

- Ja. - Gut.

Okay.

Sehr gut.

Fatima.

♪ ♪

(speaking German)

(Door opens)

(Sighs) Laura.

I'm so sorry for this.

Believe me, there'll be repercussions.

Your client enabled a criminal act.

She endangered national security.

We acted within the law.

Jonas: My client acted as a responsible journalist.

The only criminal act here was the one she exposed, which is why the very first judge I called ordered her release.

You and your bosses will hear about this.

So will your client, if she publishes any more documents.

We'll put her on a plane back to the States, and all the expensive lawyers in the world won't stop us.

Come on, let's get out of this sh*t hole.

During: This camp, Alladia, is home to 20,000 refugees.

By the end of next week, it will have 30,000, 40,000, maybe more.

There isn't the food to feed these people, there are no roofs to shelter them, there are no doctors and nurses to care for them.

I promise we will provide all these things.

And we will make this camp a safe place for everyone escaping the terror of w*r.

But let's try to do more than this.

Let's make Alladia not an end but a beginning.

A place where children can go to school, where young men and women can learn a profession, a craft or an art.

But there's no money for this.

There's never money for this.

Until today.

Here's a check from the During Foundation for $10 million.

And...

And this... This is just the start.

Because I call on my fellow businessmen, on governments, on aid organizations, to fulfill this promise, so that on the day when peace comes, you, the people of Alladia, can go home and rebuild your country with pride and knowledge and skill.

Thank you.

Take care.

(Indistinct chatter)

Thanks a lot.

Call Hamel. Get him to bring the vehicles up.

Roger-dodger.

Guys, vehicles on standby.

During: Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Yes, sir.

How was I? I can never tell.

One hour's up. It's time to go.

No, I need ten more minutes.

To "press the flesh"-- isn't that the expression?

Otto, it's time.

For the cameras. Ten more minutes.

Then I'm all yours, okay?

I promise.

It's a pleasure, thank you.

Saul: What about the Ukraine?

Two of our assets in Donetsk are potentially compromised by the documents.

One requested a relocation to Western Europe.

The other wants asylum in the States.

I'll get it approved. Is the exfiltration underway?

They'll be at Ramstein by this evening.

Good.

Astrid called. Laura Sutton's been released.

Well, that was quick.

We're all over her, though. Three separate watcher teams and six cars on drive-by.

Good.

Listen, Saul.

Not here, not here, not here.

Come on.

I heard what you said to Arthur about relocating the Donetsk assets.

No choice. They're b*rned.

You know I recruited them both.

Yes.

And their loss makes us completely blind in Eastern Ukraine, where World w*r III could break out any day.

Well, you exaggerate, but yes, I know.

Then you also know I'm the best person to find agents to replace them.

I have the contacts, the experience.

No one is disputing that.

Then dispute the decision. Explain that we suffered a major penetration here, one that endangers the security of Europe and the United States, and I am the best g*dd*mn person to fix it.

I told you, my hands are tied.

If I were Carrie Mathison, what would you be doing right now?

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Exactly what I am doing.

Bullshit. The gloves would be off.

You'd be protecting her at all costs.

No matter what she did.

No matter how royally she screwed up.

Not what I'd be do...

Well, guess what. She's gone, Saul.

So start showing some f*cking allegiance to the people who stuck around to support you.

Okay, one at a time, please.

Thank you. Thanks a lot.

Thank you, thank you very much. Of course, of course we will come back. Thank you very much. Thank you.

Let's take this one, hmm?

Thank you.

Carrie.

Thanks a lot. Thank you.

Hamel, bring the vehicles up. Otto, we need to leave.

Yeah, all right.

Uh, uh, I need to go. I really need to go.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much. Thanks a lot.

Please.

Look at this boy. He's eight years old.

Not one day in school, not ever.

We need schools as much as we need food, please.

During: I know. I know. Uh, of course.

No, that-that's for sure.

Carrie. Guy in the dark jacket.

(Indistinct chatter)

Don't lose him. - Can you explain that that's exactly what I've promised?

(Translator speaks Arabic)

(Speaking Arabic)

During: Our first priority is food and shelter.

We do all we can.

You, in the jacket!

Get him to cover. Get him to cover. Go.

(Speaking Arabic)

Show me your hands! Show me your f*cking hands!

Let the woman go.

Let her go. Let her go.

Take him.

(People screaming)

Into the vehicles. Go, go!

Go!

Go, go, go!

(Indistinct clamoring)

Go, go. Move, move.

Go.

Go!

Stay down.

Carrie: You see that?

What the f*ck? Where is everybody?

Stop.

I said stop!

(Panting)

Hamel, no!

(Grunting)

(Tires screeching)

(Tires screeching)

Come on, let's get you out of here.

I should make some calls first, talk to the government.

Otto, we need you on that plane right now.

You're still in danger.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Let's go home, then, huh?

(Sighs)

Not me.

What?

I'm not going. I-I need to get a sense of what happened here today.

We know what happened. We stayed too long.

I don't think so.

What do you mean?

It was carefully planned.

They were gonna hit us on our way out of the camp no matter what.

Wait a minute. You're not... You're not thinking of going back there, are you?

I have to find out who's behind this, whether they're gonna follow us to Berlin.

Come on, Carrie. This is...

Don't worry.

As soon as you leave, all the attention will leave with you. I can move around more easily.

Plus, I'll have plenty of backup.

This is not a good idea.

It's not a debate. I'm staying.

You saved my life.

I won't forget.

(Shuddering breaths)

(Crying)

Oh, please, please, God, help me.

(Crying)

(Exhales)

(Shuddering breaths)

(Speaking German)

(Alarm chirps)

(Engine starts)

Gray Renault van, license Bravo-Charlie-Victor-7758.

Heading south on the 13 from Steinwald Rasthof.

Van contains one driver, male, three teenage ISIL recruits, female.

(Alarm chirping)

Bitte.

(Silenced g*nsh*t)

(Beeping, camera clicking)

Allison: I assume you've been briefed on my situation here.

Yeah, of course. _

Well, I'm calling you personally to say it's a serious mistake.

Don't overdramatize, Allison.

Badge of honor, taking one for the team.

In the end, it'll help your career.

It will also set our intelligence operations in Russia and Eastern Europe back in ways we cannot afford right now.

I've been COS of Moscow, Kiev and Berlin.

You know how valuable I am.

No one's doubting your value, but the Germans want a head on a spike, an important head.

So give them Saul's.

I'm sorry?

The Division Chief.

That's important enough for them, isn't it?

You're suggesting I recall Saul to Langley?

No, just stop him coming to Berlin.

He can do his job from anywhere.

Paris, London, Vienna.

You know Saul would understand.

He always puts the Agency first.

And be honest.

Who would you rather have on the ground here, him or me?

(Door creaks)

♪ ♪

(keys jangle)

Jesus!

(Exclaims) I won't hurt you.

What the hell are you doing in here?

What is that?

Your money.

Al-Amin's orders.

We gave our word to protect you.

We failed.

What happened?

Waleed betrayed us.

Waleed?

For money.

Whose money? Who paid him?

Behruz, who paid him?

Look.

(Speaking Arabic)

Who paid you?

(Grunting)

Who paid you to do it?

Enough. Just tell me what happened.

He'll say.

Listen.

Why did they want to k*ll During?

Hmm?

Why did they want him dead?

He was helping us.

Why k*ll him?

(Waleed speaks Arabic)

Say it in English!

It wasn't him.

It was the CIA woman.

She was the target.

(Video stops)

Six hours he was questioned.

Whoever paid him, he was more afraid of them than dying.

Beirut is not safe for you.

Someone wants you dead.

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(alarm chirps)

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(starts engine)