05x11 - Our Man In Damascus

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Saul: Previously on Homeland...

Now I have to figure out what happened to Quinn.

What do you mean? I thought he was with you.

He was.

And then he wasn't. He just disappeared.

Am I under arrest?

That's something of an open question at the moment.

I'm not asking you to believe me, but you don't want me on the sidelines, not now.

I want you to know I don't believe what they say about you.

Jonas, he's here. Faisal Marwan.

One of the prisoners released from Plotzensee Prison.

Did you hear anyone talk about jihad?

Once I overheard about an att*ck in Berlin.

During: Mr. Berenson, we've come across an individual who may have information about the att*ck.

Will you give me your word that he'll be treated fairly?

BND.

(urgent chatter in German)

No! No! No!

I need to talk to Al-Amin, the Hezbollah commander living underground here in Berlin.

You k*lled my son in Beirut.

I will fight you forever.

...once again be highest.

We give the UN Security Council 24 hours to recognize the legitimacy of our Islamic State.

Otherwise, a terrible justice will be unleashed on a European city.

Adal: The victim is one of ours.

He penetrated a terror cell here in Berlin.

What he reported was a group of jihadis on their way to Syria.

The leader had an uncle there, he said-- Abu Al-Qaduli.

Allison: His name's Bibi Hamed. 32 years old, born in Hamburg to Syrian immigrants.

Adal: Where is he now?

Allison: Unclear.

(camera clicks)

(gasps) He's alive.

(woman speaking German)

Carrie: Christ, I really thought I left all this behind.

Male reporter: The Islamic State !sis proclaimed itself to be a worldwide caliphate with authority over... redraw the map in the Middle East.

Female reporter: The soldiers are hackers, the b*ttlefield is online, and it's not a matter of...

Edward Snowden is a coward.

...extremely disappointed that the Russian government would take this step.

Laura: It's against the law, it's against the f*cking law.

Carrie: All that suffering, and nothing changes.

Crocker: Is our strategy working?

(woman speaking German)

(phone disconnect signal beeps)

(woman speaking German)

(man speaking foreign language)

Saul: I actually convinced myself we were gonna change the world.

Quinn: Carrie will never be free.

Carrie: Spend my life on the run, give up my daughter?

Jonas: I don't know how you live with yourself.

Al-Amin: I will fight you forever.

Carrie: Who's after me?

Jonas: So many people, so much blood on your hands.

Homeland - 5x11
"Our Man In Damascus"

Doctor: The enzyme's reactivation half-life can extend to hours, even days.

The only reason he's alive is the atropine in his system.

When might we reasonably expect him to regain consciousness?

Reasonably?

He's in respiratory failure due to acute hypoxia.

We need him awake.

And I'm telling you he is in a coma for a reason.

Saul: I don't think you understand.

This man was in the company of t*rrorists planning a mass-casualty att*ck here in Berlin in less than six hours.

Believe me, I'm aware.

He may have vital information that could stop that from happening.

And the minute he is conscious, we will let you know.

Is there a procedure for waking him up?

Not one I would recommend, but it would depend on the extent of the damage to his brain.

And I would have to do an MRI first to make that assessment.

And if he is a candidate, what are the risks?

Massive seizure, cerebral hemorrhage.

Death.

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Waste of time.

Hey, Dar Adal wants you there, that can't be a bad thing.

It's horseshit.

The intelligence community patting itself on the back.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Wait and see what happens if this att*ck comes off.

We'll all be pointing fingers at each other and covering our asses.

(car beeps)

Oh, damn it.

What?

Meter maid from hell.

Doesn't she see the diplomatic plates, for Christ's sake?

(engine starts)

(speaking German)

Guten Tag.

I'm gonna use the bathroom.

I'll wait for you here.

Ever vigilant.

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(water running)

So... you understand your instructions, I hope.

Who are you, please?

Erna Richter.

Of?

The German Foreign Office.

By way of Moscow Center, Second Directorate.

Yeah?

Well, somebody's lost their mind over there.

Completely.

Meaning?

Meaning I won't do what you're asking.

We thought that might be your response.

You will do what is required.

No, I will not.

I wouldn't even know where to start.

Perhaps you weren't listening carefully enough.

With the name we provided you.

The professor at TU Berlin.

Yes. Dr. Aman Aziz.

What makes you so sure he's involved?

Because we've had our eye on him ever since the chemicals went missing in Syria.

He's definitely part of the plot here.

And yet you... said nothing, did nothing to stop it?

And how do you propose I get to him without drawing attention to myself?

I wouldn't worry about that.

About what, getting caught?

It's not a concern.

This will be your last assignment.

What?

You're damaged goods.

We're pulling you from the field.

That's a mistake.

I can rehabilitate myself.

Already, I've talked my way back in this far.

You will never be fully trusted.

And we will never fully trust the information you are given access to.

Wait a minute, damn it.

Take your hands off me.

The Kremlin can't seriously want this att*ck to go forward.

They do.

And you will see to it that it does.

It's obscene.

Civilization is facing an existential thr*at.

The West needs a wake-up call.

I agree, but not like this.

Radical Islam must be eradicated, root and branch.

My premier understands this.

Bashar al-Assad understands.

Only your president does not.

I won't do it.

Then you forfeit your millions of dollars, your dacha on the Black Sea, the renown of what you've accomplished.

All that you would trade for ten years in a basement office back at Langley, if you're lucky.

If not... twice that long in federal prison.

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Adler: And I am personally gratified by the level of cooperation among our various services.

Professional grievances and, in some cases, national interests have been put aside in a unified effort to stop this att*ck.

Time is short, so we'll start with Dar Adal, who has the latest information on the hunt for Bibi Hamed.

Then Anton Lenkov of the SVR will discuss the origin and potency of the chemical w*apon itself.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dar Adal.

Thank you, Herr Adler.

Since we identified Bibi Hamed early this morning, we know a lot more about him.

A graduate of al-Qaeda training camps in Yemen and the Sudan, he's fully surveillance-conscious, weapons-smart and schooled in how to incite his fellow Muslims to commit acts of terror.

(ventilator hissing, monitor beeping)

Say the word.

(raspy breathing)

(breathing quiets)

Start the Cholodine drip.

Nurse: Starting Cholodine drip.

Eight milligrams per hour.

Doctor: We should know fairly quickly if the drug will have any effect.

Quinn...

Quinn, it's me, Carrie.

I need you to open your eyes now, okay?

Can you hear me?

It's really important you wake up.

I need to talk to you.

Listen to my voice.

Follow it to the surface.

I'm here, waiting for you.

(monitor beeping slowly)

Electrical activity is rising.

It's up from 11 waves per second to... 19.

No, 23 waves per second.

Hey. Hey!

Quinn?

Quinn, look at me.

Can you hear me? Quinn.

Tell me what the target is.

Tell me where the att*ck is going to happen.

Keep him awake, Colonel.

But, sir, I...

I said, keep him awake.

Give him an amp of epi.

Now, please.

Yes, sir, prepping the line.

(gasps)

Quinn?

Quinn, look at me.

Quinn.

You're at Landstuhl Medical Center.

You're safe.

Blink if you can hear me.

You penetrated a t*rror1st cell.

They're planning an att*ck here in Berlin.

I need to know where.

(quiet, raspy breathing)

Louder, Quinn. I-I can't make out what you're saying.

(retches)

Nurse: - He's going into respiratory arrest.

Doctor: Stand back, please.

Sir, please.

Check pulse.

Doctor: Clear his airway.

Nurse: 80/60. He's decerebrating.

Doctor: Lower the oxygen.

Nurse 2: Ten liters and running.

Nurse 3: He's on HiFLO 2 right now.

Nurse 1: Pupils fixed and dilated.

Apneic. 90/70.

Doctor: Alkanize his urine, get him ready for hemoperfusion.

I need CBC, lytes. Call neuro.

Nurse 3: Copy that. CBC, lytes. Call neuro.

Nurse 1: I need the endotracheal tube and the Ambu bag.

Nurse 2: Got the Ambu bag. I'll start bagging.

Nurse 3: We're running his line wide open.

(monitors beeping rapidly)

Qasim.

Come with me.

This is the trigger for the canisters.

It's not working You need to bring it to Dr. Aziz.

Me?

You're the only one of us who's not on the watch list, who won't be stopped and searched.

You need to wait till he's done fixing that, then come right back here.

You're trusting me.

I trust that you love your mother.

Don't look away, Qasim.

Look at me, so I can see you understand what I'm saying.

Dr. Aziz is in faculty housing on campus.

Block A, room 15.

Woman (over PA): Respiratory tech to Treatment Room 7.

Respiratory tech to Treatment Room 7.

Well, he's stable.

Thank God.

We got lucky.

Based on what happened in there, has his prognosis changed at all?

Well, it's hard to say.

It hasn't gotten any better, I can tell you that.

Saul: Thank you, Doctor.

(indistinct announcement over PA)

Well... I got to get back.

Of course.

You're staying here, I assume.

No.

No?

We know the atropine saved his life, but that's not the only thing.

What do you mean?

His b*llet wound.

A surgical drain was inserted into his abdomen to treat the sepsis.

Whoever did that had serious medical training.

You're thinking it's the same person?

I'm thinking there's a Good Samaritan out there, probably not too happy about what he's been seeing on television lately.

That's an interesting theory. I'll pass it along.

Why not let me run it down?

I mean, it's not exactly the tip of the spear, and I can't just sit here and do nothing.

(cell phone ringing)

Okay, but check in every step of the way.

I will.

Hello.

Mr. Berenson, you assured me Faisal Marwan would be treated fairly and with respect.

Instead, he was just arrested, forced into a car like a common criminal.

Now even his lawyer can't get access to him.

I don't have to tell you, we're facing a major thr*at.

I know what we are facing.

I'm talking about you and me, what your word is worth.

I don't tell the BND what to do.

I gave them a heads-up Marwan was coming in, that's all.

I thought I could trust you because... because Carrie Mathison trusts you.

Was I wrong?

No.

Well, then I expect you to make this right.

Okay.

I'm on my way to the BND now. I'll see what I can do.

And you said his lawyer could be present during all questioning.

I said, I'll see what I can do.

Oliver.

I spoke to Berenson.

He's going to check on Marwan now.

Will Jonas get access to him?

I hope.

Don't have an answer on that.

(sighs)

Great.

We've still got three hours to the deadline.

I pray it comes to nothing, but until then, I must ask you to keep a low profile.

Your version of a gag order?

Never thought I'd see the day, Otto.

Come on, Laura, I'm just asking you to show some sensitivity in a difficult time.

I am sensitive.

It's just a hell of a lot more difficult for Marwan, is what I'm saying.

I know, but we have to be careful.

Your reputation is on the line, and so is the Foundation's.

Is that clear?

Yes.

Good.

(safe beeps)

(dialing)

(line rings)

Numan: Hello.

Numan, it's me.

Laura, hey.

Were you able to get the documents back, download them off Carrie's laptop like you said?

Yeah. She never suspected a thing.

All 1,361 of them?

Yep. Why?

If anything happens to me...

I want them to be released.

What do you mean, if anything happens to you?

You know, if I'm arrested or... whatever.

Laura, what's going on?

Nothing.

Don't tell me "nothing."

What are you planning?

Look, it's better if you don't know.

Just release the documents, if it comes to that.

Don't worry about vetting them like the last time.

The important thing is just get them out there.

Go big.

Blow the damn lid off.

Then wipe your sh*t clean, leave no trace.

You got it.

Thank you, Numan.

I mean that.

Born in Dresden, raised in Hamburg, presumably where he met Bibi Hamed.

Their fathers worked together at the port there, unloading container ships.

Who are we talking about?

The body we discovered with Peter Quinn at the old Dorofeev barracks.

Name's Zaheer al-Sherali.

A student, huh?

Enrolled at TU Berlin.

The Universitat der Technik?

Although he was behind on his tuition payments, according to the registrar, and hadn't been to classes in over three months.

Well, I know two women on the faculty there.

How's that?

They consult with us on EU economic issues.

Happy to reach out to them if you want.

Your call.

Just as happy to go back to the station.

Either way, I don't go anywhere these days without my bodyguard.

(doorbell rings)

Hello.

Hello.

Will you tell Al-Amin I'm sorry to disturb him, but it's urgent that I speak with him?

Al-Amin?

Yes.

I don't know anybody by that name.

Please.

I mean him no harm. I'm not the police.

Wait here.

Quickly.

This way. Follow me.

How dare you inv*de my home?

Commander...

Who's coming here?

Federal Police, the BND, Mossad?

No one.

No one? If no one's coming, then I'll k*ll you with my own hands.

Well, go ahead.

But I am here alone, and no one knows that I'm here.

(car doors closing outside)

What was that?

(engine starts outside)

My wife taking the children to safety, as instructed.

I'm sorry. There was no time to warn you I was on my way.

What do you want?

Information.

About this terror cell making threats.

So now I am part of a plot to gas people in the capitals of Europe?

Are you?

No.

Do you know who is?

No.

But if I did know them, I would tell them they were idiots.

Why's that?

America's on the run, Israel isolated; now's not the time to be rallying the world against Muslims.

So you'll help me.

I didn't say that.

You're fighting the Islamic State in Syria; why not here?

Strange times for Hezbollah, I admit.

You are soldiers involved in a political struggle.

These are zealots prophesizing the arrival of the Mahdi and a countdown to the Apocalypse.

Like I said, idiots.

Scum.

I'm looking for a man.

Somebody with-with medical training-- possibly a doctor, possibly operating an unlicensed clinic somewhere in or around Kreuzberg.

Why?

He saved my friend.

He-he might know something.

I mean, why should I help you?

Honestly, I don't know.

Maybe because you did the right thing once before.

Maybe because you lost a son.

Maybe because more fathers will lose their sons if we don't stop this thing.

There is such a man.

Sees patients in his apartment.

The poor, mostly refugees.

Pay what you can.

What's his name?

He's no jihadi, though.

What is his name?

Hussein.

Saul.

You've come from seeing Peter Quinn?

Yes.

How's he doing?

He regained consciousness, briefly.

Did he say anything?

He tried to.

It's not looking good.

Damage is, uh... extensive.

(whispers): Anyway.

You want to see Marwan?

Yes.

Why pull him off the street?

He was about to give himself up.

We were worried During might try something at the last minute.

He hasn't exactly been cooperative in the past.

(shivering breaths)

Saul: Biometrics?

Is that really necessary?

Looks scared out of his mind.

We were getting nowhere, so the interrogator decided to change it up.

I want to talk to him.

Adler will not agree.

Does Adler have to know?

Let's try it my way, then.

Give him his clothes back, put him in a nice office, nice cup of tea.

Tea?

Make it spearmint-- he's Moroccan.

Plenty of sugar.

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(whispers): Professor Aziz.

(whispers): Not here.

You shouldn't be here. I made it perfectly clear.

I couldn't have been clearer with Bibi.

Bibi is the one who sent me.

What is it?

The signal is not transmitting.

I gave Utku instructions.

I'm not a technical person, so I can't say what's wrong.

Utku wrote it down.

(beeping)

Bibi wants me to tell him how long this will take.

I'll know more after I run a diagnostic.

Saul: You haven't touched your tea.

I don't want tea.

I want to go back to my sister's.

That's not gonna happen unless you start cooperating.

What more can I do?

I've answered the same questions over and over again.

Well, even I'm starting to believe you know something you're not saying.

You were in prison with these guys for over a year and a half.

I was in prison with one of them.

One man, Hajik Zayd.

All right.

Before that... you sold cell phones to the others.

To some of the others, yes.

Well, nobody spends all that time with their eyes closed, hands over their ears.

Come on, think I'm an idiot?

I told you, I heard four words.

Das Ziel ist Berlin-- Berlin is the target.

That's all.

Do you want me to make something else up?

Because I will.

No?

Then tell me what to do. Please.

You know what to do.

Think.

Remember.

I am trying.

Try harder.

I don't know.

'Cause if this att*ck goes down...

I can't protect you from what comes next.

Nobody can.

(knocking on door)

Something you need to see.

It will become a strictly German matter.

You know better than anybody what that means.

(door slams)

Laura: (over TV) ...and is at this moment being denied his constitutional right to counsel.

Anchor: But why was he arrested in the first place?

Laura: He wasn't arrested.

Not in the normal sense.

He was rounded up.

And this is the best part.

He'd already volunteered to help the investigation.

Anchor: Perhaps that's what he's doing, then, helping the BND.

Then why the silence?

Why can't he be reached?

Remember, this man had already been illegally imprisoned once before.

One could argue that in extraordinary times the state is justified in taking extraordinary measures.

Laura: I used to believe that.

I really did.

But now, a decade and a half into the w*r on Terror, it's not so simple.

I've seen my country, and yours, tear up hard-won civil rights, suspend habeas corpus, resort to t*rture, extrajudicial killings, and the wholesale surveillance of its own citizens.

Has any of it worked?

I don't think so.

In fact, you could argue it's made things worse.

Anchor: What would work, in your view?

(chuckles)

Yeah, I wish I knew.

How about starting with respect for the rule of law?

But you must agree it's a tough time for making that point, when all of Europe is in a state of emergency.

Of course it's tough.

Everyone's scared.

I'm scared.

But that can't make us forget who we are.

Do you honestly think you can win the argument?

Honestly... no.

So I'm not just making an argument.

What do you mean?

If I'm not allowed to speak to Faisal Marwan immediately, I will release the remaining 1,360 classified documents in my possession.

Anchor: The documents that were hacked from the CIA?

Laura: Yes.

One can only imagine what other embarrassing revelations they contain.

(sighing): f*ck you.

Tell me, are you acting on your own or is this with the blessing of the During Foundation?

No, the Foundation is not involved in any way.

It's... just me.

Anchor: You're not worried about... retaliation?

Of course I am.

The documents will be released regardless.

Anchor: We'll take a short break, then come back to my unexpected guest, the American journalist Laura Sutton.

See what Adler wants us to do about this.

So, back to Marwan?

(line rings)

(concerned chatter)

Astrid: Scheisse.

Well, our Laura Sutton problem just got worse.

Can we take a minute here, please?

You deal with Laura Sutton.

I think I've had enough for one day.

Qasim: You have kids?

Hmm.

How many?

One son, Ashraf.

Lives in Sidon with his mother.

Sidon?

It's in Lebanon, in the south.

(beeping)

How long have you lived here?

This flat?

In Berlin.

Three years, ever since I was offered the teaching position at the university.

And you're not at all conflicted?

About what?

Doing what we are doing.

It's just... this country seems to have taken you in, treated you well.

This benevolent country you talk about, Germany, it supports the State of Israel unequivocally.

So when Israel bombed the living sh*t out of Lebanon in 2006, what did the good Germans do, huh?

They sent troops, not to help my people who had been cut to ribbons by the cluster bombs, but to defend gallant little Israel against a possible counterattack.

That is why I do what I do.

And the caliphate?

What about it?

Every Muslim must rush to make his religion victorious.

The winds of faith have come.

(scoffs)

I'm an atheist.

(knocking on door)

You must go.

You cannot be seen here.

Is it working now?

No. No.

What should I tell Bibi?

Tell him.... tell him he has to activate the machine manually.

Here, this way.

(knocking)

Can I help you?

Professor Aziz?

Aman Aziz?

Yes.

I'm Allison Carr. This is Conrad Fuller.

We're working with the German Federal Police.

I wonder if we could talk to you.

About what?

A graduate student of yours, Zaheer al-Sherali.

Well, I'm his thesis advisor.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but his body was found earlier this morning.

He's dead.

What?

Do you mind if we come in?

(grunts)

(coughing)

(knocking on door)

Ja?

I need to speak to Dr. Hussein.

What is this about?

I'm from the During Foundation; maybe you're familiar with our work in the neighborhood.

You'll have to wait.

Tell him it's urgent.

There are sick people here.

You'll have to wait your turn.

We understand he'd more or less dropped out of school.

He was having difficulties, yes.

What kind of difficulties?

Financial.

Just financial?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Trouble with a girlfriend, in a feud with one of his roommates?

Yeah, I wouldn't know anything about that.

Ours was, uh, an academic relationship.

I saw him in school during office hours, that's it.

Excuse me, what are you looking for, please?

What are these?

Term projects for my coding seminar.

You said Zaheer was found dead.

Is that was this is about?

You suspect foul play?

He was sh*t in the face.

My God.

Any idea who might have k*lled him?

None.

What would you say if I told you we discovered his body in the same place that video was filmed, the one that's all over the news?

Were you aware of his extremist views, Professor?

No, I was not.

Let's talk about your extremist views.

Last year you gave a sizable contribution to Al Haq.

Al Haq is an NGO, anti-Zionist, yes...

Your degree's in applied mathematics, is it not?

I have a PhD.

But you taught a course in biochemical engineering at the American University in Beirut.

Who did you say you are again?

Sit down.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Your thesis advisee is found at the staging area for an imminent WMD att*ck, you have expertise in the very technology the t*rrorists are threatening to use.

What other conclusion is there?

I'm a tenured professor, a German citizen.

Be a good one, then, and tell me what the target is.

Target? I don't even know what you're talking about.

Bullshit.

You're making a mistake.

I'm not who you think I am.

Con, give me your g*n.

What are you doing, Allison?

I'm sick and tired of this assh*le lying through his teeth.

Give me your g*n and call for an arrest team.

What's the target?

I told you, I don't know.

No, you said before you had no idea what I was talking about.

Now it seems you do.

You have five seconds to tell me.

You're not just going to sh**t me.

Five... four...

You can't.

...three... two...

No! No, no, no, no!

Last chance-- what's the target?

Hauptbahnhof, Hauptbahnhof.

Today, platform 7.

You're lying.

No, I'm not.

I swear to God I'm not, I'm not.

Hauptbahnhof Station, the 5:15 to Potsdam. Please.

Please, please, please, please, please, please.

Okay, okay, stop whimpering.

I believe you.

No! No! No!

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(line ringing)

Astrid: - Hello.

Astrid, help.

Help me, I've been sh*t.

Allison...

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Oh, f*ck!

f*ck...

f*ck.

Geez.

f*ck.

f*ck.

f*ck...

Oh, f...

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Oh, my God.

(groaning)

Yes.

I found him on the bank of the Landwher Canal.

Suicidal, you said.

He was trying to drown himself, though he was nearly dead already from the loss of blood.

And you treated him?

Right in this room.

For a man who wanted to end his life, I've rarely seen someone fight so hard to stay alive.

Yeah, that sounds like him.

What was his name?

He never told me.

Quinn.

Peter Quinn.

Peter Quinn.

And to see him on television like that...

(exhales)

The world has truly gone mad.

These men who did that to him, where are they?

You must understand.

They would k*ll me and my children if they knew I was talking to you.

No one's asking you to come forward.

Just tell me where I can find them.

I don't know.

That's the truth.

Until this morning, I believed they were on their way to Syria, to join the fight there.

But they were here, right?

Or somewhere close?

I mean... otherwise, how did Quinn come into contact with them?

One had an apartment downstairs, where they would meet.

Would you show me?

(speaking German)

Allison...

It's BER.

What?

The att*ck... the professor told me, it's BER.

The airport?

5:00.

(man speaking German)

Saul: - Hello.

Saul, it's me.

I found the doctor.

You should get a forensics team over here right away.

Why is that?

Bibi Hamed has a cousin, Qasim.

I'm standing in his apartment right now, looking at a bunch of urban planning textbooks.

The guy was obsessed with Hauptbahnhof.

Train station.

Yeah, specifically the U-Bahn network.

5:00 is rush hour.

It's the perfect time to hit the subway.

That's good, Carrie, except BER is the target.

What?

Federal police are evacuating terminals as we speak.

The chancellor's deploying the army on German soil-- first time since the w*r.

Wow.

When did all this happen?

Last 45 minutes or so.

I guess that's... that's good news.

Yeah.

Provided they get everybody out in time.

Uh, is there anything I can do?

I don't think so.

Are you sure it's the airport, Saul?

Damn well better be.

Let me know when they find something.

Will do.

Where'd they take Allison to treat her g*nsh*t wound?

Berlin Memorial.

(sighs)

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Woman: Get the ticket.

(indistinct announcement over PA)

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Okay.

They're going to take you up now.

No.

No?

No.

I told the doctor I can't have surgery.

Not now.

First I've heard about it.

I'm a police officer.

We're dealing with a major thr*at.

I need to be available and alert.

Saul. What's happening?

I'll go get the doctor.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Terminal A is clear.

We're searching the others.

In the meantime, I want to review your encounter with Aziz.

Whatever you need.

Did he mention a specific area within the airport?

I think I would've said, Saul.

Any indication the w*apon might be arriving on an incoming flight?

No, nothing like that.

And you searched the apartment?

Uh, Conrad did while I was questioning Aziz.

What'd he find?

School papers, textbook.

A laptop.

I assume you've been through it?

Clean.

(exhales)

Anything else?

There wasn't a lot of time, Saul.

We were only there a few minutes before Aziz got ahold of Conrad's g*n and started sh**ting.

How exactly did that happen?

I did a thorough debrief in the ambulance on the way here.

I'd like to go over it again.

Of course.

What's this about not going into surgery?

Who are you?

I-I told the other doctor, Glickmann, I can't do it now.

Can't afford to lose her for the next hour.

Okay.

But I'll have to drain the wound and repack it.

Otherwise, we're risking a major infection.

How long will that take?

15 minutes.

Make it ten.

I'll do my best.

Please. Lie back.

♪

(man speaking indistinctly over PA)

♪

Excuse me?

Where's the security office?

(speaks German)

Danke.

(man speaking indistinctly over PA)

(man speaks German)

(people speaking German)

Hey!

(people shouting in German)

Hey!

(man speaking indistinctly over PA)

♪

f*ck.

I have an emergency. Can you help me?

What's wrong?

I can't get a signal here.

Would you take this phone to the next level and send my text?

I'm sorry, I don't have time to do that.

Please, I am a federal officer.

It's a matter of life and death.

May I see some identification?

The att*ck on the news? It's happening here.

You have to do this for me.

You're a crazy person. Leave me alone.

Excuse me? Excuse me, please listen.

I have an emergency.

(speaks German)

Okay, do it right away, okay?

As soon as you get a signal.

Okay.

Thank you. Thank you.

(speaks indistinctly)

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Somebody just jumped down onto the tracks and went into the tunnel.

(phone chimes)

Nurse: I'm sorry, can I help you?

(panting)

Woman with the g*nsh*t wound. Where'd she go?

I don't know. She was just here.