06x12 - America First

[bunniefuu]

SAUL: Previously on Homeland This video of my son is not political speech.

It is not someone's protected opinion.

But you are calling the men in the video liars.

Yes, I am.

And I'm calling on the media to do their jobs and check their facts.

I was elected by the people of this country to be their next President.

I will represent them.

You think you know better than me.

When it comes to the defense of this country, I'm certain I do.

Don't go to w*r with your own national-security establishment.

It's a w*r you won't win.

(dramatic music plays)

A kid is a gift.

You have one, right?

I f*cked it up.

- (cellphone rings)

- Hello?

Tell Dar Adal he wins.

Now I want to see my daughter.

(gasps)

Hi, sweetheart!

Oh!

(sighs)

This is what I do.

Don't even say that.

- It's all I can do.

- No.

Because there's nothing here.

There never was.

Shut the f*ck up!

I found this.

DAR: "Toxic Soldier"?

That's Quinn?

No.

Supposedly.

Deep state, the usual stuff, except that's not his main preoccupation.

What is?

Elizabeth Keane.

There was an incident with the President-elect.

Some demonstrators got out of hand, but she's okay.

We got reinforcements on the way.

What do you mean "reinforcements"?

Carrie, I got to call you back.

Wait!

What reinforcements?

(expl*si*n)

Quinn!

You're okay!

(coughing)

Oh, thank God you're okay!

and the home of the brave SCOTT-HERON: The first revolution is when you change your mind about how you look at things and see that there might be another way to look at it that you have not been shown.

(crowd shouting)

SCAHILL: The brutality against protesters, the para-militarization of law enforcement.

CARRIE: That's why we have to keep trying.

KEANE: We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism.

We need a new strategy.

SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will not be televised.

GREENWALD: the system of indefinite detention SCAHILL: FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities DeMARCO: Security.

Got an agitated non-compliant patient.

- Get away from me!

Aah!

- What's his name again?

- Peter Quinn.

- Peter Quinn.

SCOTT-HERON: You will not be able to stay home, brother.

You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.

WOMAN: It's a very alarming charge.

WOMAN #2: The Russians hacked our committees.

WOMAN #3: The continuation of endless w*r.

QUINN: Can't you get that through your f*cking skull?

SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

SCAHILL: The US continues to engage in a covert w*r with very, very high stakes.

SAUL: I made promises and didn't keep them.

PRIEST: This world began right after 9/11.

SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will not be televised, not be televised.

There will be no rerun, brothers and sisters.

The revolution will be live.

CHAFFETZ: Which agency?

McCULLOUGH: I can't say that here in an open hearing, sir.

QUINN: You saved me.

CARRIE: Yes.

QUINN: Why?

(horn honking)

(siren wails in distance)

(horn honking)

(horns honking)

(siren wails in distance)

CHRISTOPHER: I was just starting to worry about you.

Oh, the traffic was impossible.

Finally had to get out of the cab and walk.

My apologies.

Not at all.

Your guest is waiting for you.

- Thank you, Christopher.

- This way.

Through here, just down the stairs.

I remember.

Hello, Elian.

(breathing shallowly)

This isn't even remotely funny, Dar.

Not meant to be.

A little ironic, maybe.

Ironic?

Considering how many times you've had me up to the Hill to testify about enhanced interrogation techniques.

What are you talking about?

Have you lost your f*cking mind?

I'm a United States Senator!

And I'll tell you now as I told you then-- establishing trust, getting to know your prisoner is 10 times more effective than t*rture.

But, since we know each other already, what choice do I have?

Hey, what are you doing?

Where are you going?

Come back here!

Actually, don't consider this an interrogation at all.

It's a reprimand.

For what?

Keeping me in the dark-- you, McClendon, the whole damn clown car of you.

COTO: Dar, no.

Don't.

You f*ck!

You f*cking f*ck!

COTO: (shivers)

(breathing shallowly)

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Ohh!

Ohh!

The van, the evidence-- everything gone in the expl*si*n.

- How many dead?

- They're still searching the blast site for bodies now.

And George Pallis?

He was in the garage when the b*mb went off.

Jesus.

Has the President-elect been briefed?

Not yet.

There was an incident with her motorcade.

Yeah.

Yeah, you said.

McClendon's meeting with the Secret Service as we speak.

McClendon?

General McClendon.

They're reviewing extra protection procedures.

I-I don't understand.

What does he have to do with this?

A team of Deltas is providing an additional layer of security.

Wait a minute.

Are those the reinforcements you were talking about?

Yeah.

Why?

(breathes heavily)

(dramatic music plays)

Listen.

I'm gonna call you back when I know more.

Do that.

That JSOC commander, the one that staged operations out of his house-- what was his name again?

Um, McClendon.

Jamie McClendon.

(breathes heavily)

We have to go.

- We have to go right now.

- Why?

I think I know where that special ops team is headed.

- Where?

- I'll tell you in the car.

- Come on.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

The situation is fluid.

Reports are still coming in from the field.

THOMS: Any idea what the Solicitor General was doing on the ground at the time of the expl*si*n?

Apparently an investigation of some kind was under way.

- When the b*mb detonated?

- Correct.

The residence was booby-trapped, that much is clear.

Worst case, it's an !sis safe house.

For Chrissake, keep your voice down.

Might even be where they made the truck b*mb that went off earlier this month.

General McClendon, it's my sworn duty to protect the President-elect.

If you know something you're not telling me-- - I don't.

- Because my information tells me Elizabeth Keane wasn't the target - of that att*ck.

- Mine, too.

But what just went down in Queens changes things.

How so?

We have to consider the possibility there's another b*mb out there.

What do you suggest we do-- move her out of Manhattan?

'Cause she'd never go for that.

Not again.

- No?

- No.

Plus, I don't want to face that mob out there twice in one day.

Then I suggest we start by clearing the street and doing another sweep of the hotel.

Agreed.

ALL: Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

God, I feel like a cigarette.

They were right, you know-- Rob and Reiko.

About debating O'Keefe?

We were wrong.

You don't know that.

It's too soon to tell.

I'm not sure that crowd down there would agree with you.

What you did took balls.

People like a President with balls.

(laughs)

Well, I guess it's better than being called a bitch.

You've sat down with a few Presidents, I imagine.

- Three or four.

- Any of them face anything like I'm facing right now?

Not like this.

Not before they were sworn in.

Am I that scary?

Me?

Elizabeth Keane?

Gold Star mom?

You are.

You're a bad dream.

A President of the United States who can't be controlled from within.

Hmm.

What if I told you I'm not ready for this, any of it?

I'd say, "Good.

" You'd be crazy to feel ready.

What if the American people made a mistake?

They didn't.

Does it matter if I'm not so sure?

Thank you, Christopher.

DAR: The pasta was excellent.

CHRISTOPHER: I'm glad you enjoyed it.

COTO: (shivering)

So Shall we, uh, end all this unpleasantness?

Anything.

Just get me out of here.

Tell me what you know about Peter Quinn.

(breathing shallowly)

Peter who?

DAR: Quinn.

Toxic Soldier.

(exhales sharply)

For God's sake, Dar.

Please.

I swear I don't know what you're talking about.

I have no idea.

I swear.

Easy now, Senator.

Don't squeeze your juice.

Let's take this one step at a time.

- Not my President!

- Holy sh*t.

Emmons mentioned a protest, but nothing like this.

Doesn't look like they're letting anybody through.

I'll be okay.

I know her Secret Service guys.

Hey, text me when you're inside.

I will.

How about you?

Where are you gonna be?

Gonna go around back, look for that team of Deltas.

- Be careful, Quinn.

- You too, Carrie.

(all chanting)

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

(man shouting indistinctly)

Not my President!

(all shouting indistinctly)

(horn honks)

- Something coming, huh?

- What?

A lot of firepower.

Behind the barricade.

Not my President!

Not my President!

(all shouting indistinctly)

(dramatic music plays)

COTO: (whimpers)

DAR: Get him out of there.

Warm him up.

(cellphone dials, rings)

MCCLENDON: McClendon.

It's me.

- Second.

Take this.

- Sure.

ALL: Not my President!

Not my President!

Not my President!

(door closes)

What's on your mind?

Well, I've just had a very interesting conversation with Elian Coto.

What about?

Former member of our operations group-- Peter Quinn.

DAR: Perhaps you remember hi?

Sure.

Pretty boy.

Hell of a warrior, though.

Rough what happened to him in Berlin.

Apparently he's developed a real hard-on for the President-elect.

Has he?

Don't give me that horseshit.

You know damn well that's the story you're pushing out there.

Is the Senator there with you?

Put him on.

I'd like to speak to him.

Too late.

The orchestra's already played.

We're winning, God damn it.

Keane's on the ropes.

What the f*ck do you think you're doing?

I'm not doing one thing, Dar.

- Excuse me.

What did you say?

- You heard me.

I'm not doing a thing.

Oh, is that right?

It f*cking better be.

I'm not denying it was discussed.

I'm just asking you to consider your source.

(Coto shivers in distance)

You think I'd give that oily f*ck the time of day?

(dramatic music plays)

This isn't the time for wild speculation.

You're making some very serious charges.

I'm not speculating.

The house that just blew up in Queens, it's the same safe house McClendon's black ops teams have been staging out of for years.

- How do you know that?

- Because my friend Peter Quinn staged out of there himself many times.

THOMS: Well, I was just with the General, and he didn't say a word about it.

Of course not.

We're not supposed to know.

But I was in that garage, Rob.

- I saw Sekou Bah's van with my own eyes.

- Right.

I also saw a squad leave there this morning, and now, suddenly, there's a brand-new team under McClendon's command charged with protecting the President-elect?

Look, I-I know how this sounds, believe me.

I hate even saying the words.

What about you, Saul?

You've been awfully quiet.

Is she right?

(radio chatter)

Sir, can I have a word?

We've got multiple sources of credible bombs around the building in an interior wall - right below the suite.

- Go.

Yes, sir.

Multiple Intelligence sources are reporting a credible thr*at against this hotel.

- What kind of a thr*at?

- b*mb.

We're evacuating now as a precaution.

- It's happening.

- Let's go.

Traffic Control, we need a route lockdown for northern exodus.

All units confirm, please.

MAN #1: Unit One in position.

MAN #2: Unit Two in position.

Unit Three standing by.

MAN #3: Unit Four.

Give me two minutes.

- Right behind them.

- Give us a heads up when you're entering the stairwell.

MAN #5: Give us a heads up for the b*mb squad.

RICE: All right, folks.

On your toes.

She's about to hit the garage.

What about the rest of my staff?

They're coming down the east stairwell, ma'am, and evacuating through the back entrance.

I can't leave without them.

Ma'am, my orders are to put you in this vehicle.

Now get in.

(woman speaks indistinctly over radio)

THOMS: Okay.

You and you in number one.

Mr.

Emmons, you're in number two with a decoy.

- (cellphone ringing)

- Everybody, let's go!

(cellphone rings)

Quinn?

Oh, sh*t.

I can't hear you.

Quinn?

Quinn, are you seeing this?

They're evacuating the hotel.

MAN: Here we go.

Here we go.

- Quinn?

- This isn't Quinn, Carrie.

Dar?

What do you mean they're evacuating the hotel?

- What's going on?

- f*ck you, Dar!

Listen to me, and listen very carefully.

The President-elect's life is in danger.

Yeah, no sh*t.

We're in the middle of a b*mb thr*at here.

Carrie, under no circumstances allow her motorcade to leave the hotel.

- Do you hear me?

- Why not?

Because that hotel has been vetted for months, swept thoroughly and repeatedly.

The b*mb scare's a ruse to get her out on the street.

Maybe you just want us to shelter in place so you can bring the whole building down on our heads.

That's preposterous, and you know it.

You messed with me, you messed with my daughter.

You can go to f*cking hell.

Carrie, listen.

Peter Quinn.

(engine starts)

Carrie?

Come on.

We're on the move.

(breathes heavily)

You go ahead.

I'm gonna ride with Keane.

You sure?

- What about Quinn?

- Is he there, too-- with you now?

I bet he is.

Think about it.

Troubled vet, fugitive from the law.

Who better to take the fall for k*lling the next President of the United States?

(dramatic music plays)

No, no, no, no!

Wait!

Wait!

Stop!

(tires screech)

THOMS: Carrie, what are you doing?

- Get in the car!

- No, no, no.

Wait, wait.

- Carrie, what the hell?

- I think we made a mis-- (crowd screaming)

(dramatic music plays)

(horns honking)

(dramatic music plays)

MCCLENDON: Go to black.

We're black.

- Where is she?

Where's Keane?

- She's fine.

She's in the vehicle.

Come on.

We have to get to cover.

(tires squealing)

(tires screech)

THOMS: Get up there.

Find out what the hell's happening.

Quickly, ma'am, this way.

(dramatic sic plays)

Close a six-block perimeter.

Look for secondary.

MAN: Copy that, sir.

P2, Massey.

What's your position?

MASSEY: Just east of Park on 49th.

Did you have eyes on the event?

- Yes, sir.

- Was the PE in the second vehicle?

- I believe so.

- You believe so?

I saw Mr.

Emmons in the passenger seat.

Protocol puts the PE with her Chief of Staff.

What's happened to the third vehicle?

I don't know.

There wasn't one.

- Make sure.

- Copy that.

(dramatic music plays)

This is P2.

We got a third vehicle down here.

Any sign of the President-elect?

Negative.

It looks like somebody left in a hurry.

f*ck.

Find and secure her.

Do you copy?

MASSEY: Copy that.

Clear.

(dramatic music plays)

Sir, I thought you might want to see this.

When was this taken?

30 seconds ago.

MAN OVER RADIO: Ambulances inbound.

Lexington Avenue teams should have a visual shortly.

We're at black.

Apple is down.

Repeat, Apple is down.

Negative.

Apple's with me.

All units report to the lobby.

No!

Now they know she's alive.

All right.

Get to the back of the house.

I'll stay here and see what comes through that door.

- Agent Thoms-- - No.

Go!

They could be here any minute.

Okay.

(dramatic music plays)

MASSEY: Where's the President-elect?

Who are you?

Alpha Team.

Where's the President-elect?

Lower your weapons, and put them on the floor.

Now!

Okay.

Okay.

- Oh, f*ck.

Hurry.

- Carrie?

(elevator bell dings)

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

(elevator bell dings)

(Sighs)

What the hell are you doing?

Just hold on.

(cellphone beeps)

- Damn it.

- What?

Communications are down.

- They're jamming all signals.

- Who is?

The same people that detonated that b*mb and just ex*cuted Agent Thoms.

(shuddering)

Listen to me, Elizabeth.

We're in a k*ll zone now.

Do you understand?

They missed you once, now they have to finish the job which means either we stay here and pray they don't find us or Let's get the f*ck out of here.

I can't sit here doing nothing.

I'm so glad you said that.

(elevator bell dings)

- (gasps)

- Carrie.

Quinn.

Thank God.

Hurry.

This way.

(elevator bell dings)

(dramatic music plays)

There's a small army on the streets, sn*pers up, and we don't know who's friendly.

Get on top of her.

Quinn.

Do what I say.

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

(engine revs)

(rapid g*nf*re)

Base.

Vehicle's coming your way.

All units, target heading up the ramp.

You're cleared hot to engage.

MASSEY: Say again, sir.

Engage?

He tried to k*ll the President-elect.

Take him out.

(tires screech)

MAN: In position!

(dramatic music plays)

What's happening?

Stay down.

(dramatic music plays)

(tires squeal)

(rapid g*nf*re)

(grunts)

(g*nf*re continues)

MAN: Get back!

(breathing shallowly)

(dramatic music plays)

(engine revs)

(dramatic music plays)

(horn blares)

(dramatic music plays)

(both breathe shallowly)

(dramatic music plays)

(cries)

(exhales deeply)

(dramatic music plays)

- (breathing shallowly)

- Okay, you can get up.

(breathing heavily)

Are you all right?

Oh-- Oh, my God.

(breathing heavily)

I thi-- think so.

(breathing heavily continues)

(dramatic music plays)

Is-- Is he dead?

(dramatic music plays)

Yeah.

He saved our lives.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Peter Quinn.

Peter Quinn.

(siren wails in distance)

(camera shutters clicking)

(indistinct conversations)

MAN: That's Keane!

(dramatic music plays)

(indistinct conversations)

MAN #1: Stand back, please.

Stand back.

MAN #2: Stay back from the vehicle.

(siren chirps)

(sighs)

WOMAN: Okay, Brett, you're on in three, two - (belches)

- one.

Today, I don't even feel worthy of being here.

(breathes deeply)

Today, my soul is in crisis.

I have failed you, and I have failed myself.

34 days since she became President.

34 days since the first inauguration in the history of our country to ever have been held behind closed doors.

Did she swear to protect and defend the Constitution?

Did she even put her hand on a Bible?!

Hell, if I know!

Hell, if anybody knows!

What we do know is that everything she said she would do was a lie.

Repeal the PATRIOT Act?

Well, she-- she's expanded it.

Restore the rule of law?

What rule of law?

Right now, there are 16 government officials, including a United States Senator, sitting in a m*llitary jail without so much as an explanation.

Okay, she survived an assassination attempt.

I get that.

So did Ronald Reagan.

Did he call out Army Cavalry Units to protect him?

Did he refuse to comply, openly refuse to comply with court orders?

To those who say we are headed for a Constitutional crisis, I say this.

We are not headed for a Constitutional crisis.

What we are headed for is civil w*r!

(dramatic music plays)

CARRIE: Look.

I'm not a legal scholar.

I'm here as a liaison to the intelligence community in this very difficult period.

But they've subpoenaed the personnel files - of everybody in my department.

- Yes.

The investigation has broad powers under the amended provisions of the PATRIOT Act.

That's a far cry from compiling an enemies list, Rachel.

Is it?

(sighs)

Step into the President's shoes for a minute.

Doesn't she have a right to know how deep and wide this conspiracy went?

Don't the American people?

Listen, Carrie, we all appreciate your inviting us here and taking our questions.

I just wish it were the President herself.

Now she's refusing to do more than - one briefing a week.

- Fair point.

She's gonna have to start trusting some of us again for the good of the country.

I'll bring it up with her.

Yeah, it's It's a process.

I still don't know what to tell my staff.

Half of them are expecting to be fired - or arrested any minute.

- Tell them they won't be.

Tell them to stop listening to Brett O'Keefe.

Look, most of you know me.

We've all worked together.

I won't lie to you.

There are reforms coming down the pike, but no purges or loyalty oaths or one-way tickets to the gulag.

You have my personal assurance on that, And the assurance of the President of the United States.

Hey, slow down.

What's the rush?

I'm late for the President.

She can wait a few minutes.

Come on, Carrie.

Make some time for an old friend.

(sighs)

Happy to.

Uh, how about we meet up - after work at the Hay-Adams?

- How about we do it now?

That way, you won't cancel on me again.

I swear I'm not avoiding you, Saul.

Okay.

But we haven't spoken since Peter Quinn's memorial.

That hardly qualified as a conversation.

I wasn't doing too much talking that day.

I noticed.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you knew him better than anybody.

I guess I was expecting you to get up and say a few words.

Well, maybe I didn't know him as well as you think.

I wasn't judging you, Carrie.

Sure sounded like it.

(sighs)

The worst happened.

Quinn d*ed.

You're still out there going a million miles an hour.

You will hit a wall.

I'm fine.

Damn it.

I'm worried about you.

Well, maybe I don't like the idea of you worrying about me anymore.

You can go right in.

- Carrie.

- Madam President.

David and I were just speaking about you.

In glowing terms.

How'd it go?

Okay.

I think I calmed the herd.

Good.

Maybe now they'll stop leaking to the f*cking press.

CARRIE: Not many people in that room voted for us, I'll give you that, but nobody in there was responsible for those leaks.

How can you be sure?

(sighs)

Because I've known them forever.

Because, as corny as it sounds, what they care about most is their country, and because they hate the press more than you do.

KEANE: See?

What was I just saying?

She never tells you what you want to hear.

Yeah.

I'm getting that.

Trust me.

It's a good thing.

Give us a minute, will you?

Carrie.

KEANE: Please.

(door opens, closes)

I will come right to the point.

How would you feel about making our arrangement permanent?

- How would I feel?

- An official title-- Senior Advisor to the President, and an office in the West Wing.

It would be the greatest honor of my career.

I know you had your concerns about even coming on temporarily.

I did, yeah.

Can we agree to put those aside?

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm on a train tonight to meet with Franny's case worker in the morning-- a home visit, they call it.

Well, that sounds encouraging.

I'd have to consult with her first before moving to Washington full time.

Of course.

Before you go, take a look at something for me, will you?

- Sure.

- It's a Pentagon plan to permanently base a 5,000-strong combat brigade and two Raptor squadrons in the Baltic States.

Unfortunately, it can't leave this room.

You're gonna have to read it here.

I think I can manage that.

(door buzzes)

Thank you.

Well.

You look like sh*t.

(chuckles)

Apparently there's some debate as to whether I'm allowed a razor.

Or visitors.

I've been trying to get in here for weeks.

Mm.

You haven't missed much.

How are you?

Every day, the same bloody questions over and over as if I'm withholding names, as if there were hundreds of us.

Really, what can you do with asses like that?

I wish you had given me a chance to talk you out of it.

Why didn't you?

I knew your arguments already, Saul.

I didn't need to hear them again.

Believe me.

It was never my intention for things to turn so dark.

Ultimately, I lost control of what I set in motion.

You remember what Graham Greene said, don't you?

About what?

The secret services.

That they're the only real measure of a nation's political health the one true expression of its subconscious.

God help us all.

What I did was unforgivable, Saul, but I'm not sure it was wrong.

There's something off about her-- the President, I mean.

I know.

I've said it before.

There's something dogmatic and dangerous, something distinctly un-American.

Anyway.

Another lesson learned in a long life of lessons.

Tell me, is there anything I can do for you?

Actually, yes.

There's a young teaching fellow at GW-- in the Classics Department, if you can believe such a thing still exists.

I know he'd appreciate some news of me.

Of course.

Here.

Give me his name and number.

Accentuate the positive, if you would, Saul.

I'll try to think of something.

(pencil scratching)

(exhales deeply)

(compact closes)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings)

(sighs)

Hello, Carrie.

Max.

We have to talk.

You're drunk.

sh*t.

Come in.

What they're doing, it's a-- it's a f*cking disgrace.

They're making him out to be some kind of stupid action hero?

Not now, okay?

Uh-- We'll-- We'll talk about this later.

No, not later.

I can't.

Here.

Go-- Go downstairs.

And don't make a sound.

Do you hear me?

I mean it-- not a sound.

It's important.

Shh.

Yes-- Shh!

Now, go.

- (sighs)

- (doorbell rings)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Come in.

- Oh, Thanks.

Can I get you something-- coffee, tea?

Oh, no, thank you.

I'm fine.

Uh, so, where do you want to start?

Well, how about Franny's room?

- Upstairs.

- Okay.

That's quite a collection.

(chuckles)

Her favorite's with her at-- at the other place-- Hop.

Hop?

Her rabbit.

(chuckles)

Oh, right.

Cute.

And where's your room?

Right next door, just through here.

LONAS: There's a place for you to sign here acknowledging that we completed the home report.

Did I pass?

With flying colors.

(chuckles)

Um, and how soon can we ask for another court date?

Right away.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

Great.

Well, I guess that's it.

Here.

I'll show you out.

Thanks.

LONAS: Thanks.

Uh, there is one more thing.

What's that?

(sighs)

I've been offered a job back in Washington.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's just I want to make sure leaving New York doesn't affect my chances of getting her back.

Well, I don't see why it would.

We don't punish parents for being employed.

What kind of job is it?

Oh, don't worry.

I'm not going back to the Agency or anything like that.

I'm not saying you shouldn't.

I'm just curious.

It's administrative-- mostly meetings and phone calls.

I'll have plenty of time for Franny.

I'm sure you will.

I'll let the judge know.

Awesome.

(chuckles)

I'll be in touch.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Max?

Max?

(snoring lightly)

(sighs)

(floorboard creaks)

(snoring continues)

(snoring intensifies, softens)

(dramatic music plays)

(exhales deeply)

(gasps softly)

(crying)

(dramatic music plays)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Aw, Carrie.

(Sighs)

(dramatic music plays)

(exhales deeply)

(cellphone ringing)

- (cellphone beeps)

- Carrie.

Saul?

I swear.

I was just about to call you.

Carrie, shut up and look.

- You getting this?

- Mr. Berenson?

- What's going on?

- Step out of the vehicle, please.

Crocker and Crofts were detained this morning.

They're making arrests all over Washington.

Sir, step out of the vehicle.

You got to talk to her, Carrie.

Stop this insanity.

Mr. Berenson, you are under arrest.

Open the door and step out.

Saul?

Open the f*cking door!

(dramatic music plays)

(police radio chatter)

WOMAN: from dozens of arrests made in connection with the assassination attempt on the President earlier this month.

What the f*ck?

According to David Wellington, the President's Chief of Staff, those arrested include officials from all branches of government, including the Department of Defense, State, and the Central Intelligence Agency.

Today, the President is sending a clear message to the American people, that our Democracy is strong and resilient and that we will do whatever it takes to defend it.

Nobody in this country is above the law.

Nobody.

So, Brian, it seems like the government offices are RONALD: Office of the President.

- It's Carrie Mathison.

- Hello, Ms. Mathison.

I need to speak to the President.

She's in a meeting, not to be disturbed.

Then connect me to David Wellington.

Same meeting.

Have him call me back as soon as he gets out.

I will.

(click)

(sighs)

(dramatic music plays)

(indistinct TV chatter)

(dramatic music plays)

(indistinct conversations)

- Okay, okay.

So don't be upset.

- Don't be upset?

I've been trying to reach you all afternoon.

- What the hell is going on?

- Come on, Carrie.

This can't come as a total surprise.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, you must have known that something was in the works-- Saul Berenson was dragged out of his car this morning.

First of all, that's an exaggeration.

- He was detained.

- I saw it happen, David.

- You know the media can't be trust-- - We were FaceTiming.

- Okay.

- And, no, I wasn't aware we were about to go full-on Joe Stalin.

Listen, everybody detained today was connected to the conspiracy.

Detained?

Why do you keep saying detained?

They were arrested, and without legal authority - as far as I can tell.

- Well, in point of fact, we have two memoranda from the Justice Department right here.

And how was Saul Berenson connected?

He almost d*ed in the bombing.

There's evidence of his complicity.

- Where?

What evidence?

- The NSA's made its meta-databases available to us.

The NSA?

He had multiple contacts with each of the core conspirators - in the weeks leading-- - Yeah.

Of course he did-- in the context of his job.

Well, we'll see.

We're in the process of evaluating those conversations now.

David, you sent me out there to personally assure people this would never happen.

You-- You used me.

Yes, we did, and for good reason.

Yeah, to provide cover for a political housecleaning.

This-- This has nothing to do with the conspiracy.

This is payback, pure and simple.

- You're wrong.

- I don't think so.

And I don't think the President will, either.

(phone beeps)

MAN: Slow down, ma'am.

- Where are you going?

- To see the President.

Ronald, I need to see the President.

- She's not available.

- It's urgent.

Ma'am, we've been ordered to escort you out of the building.

- Ordered?

By who?

- Mr.

Wellington.

Does the President know?

Madam President?

Madam President, I need to talk to you.

It's important.

Can you hear me?

(breathes heavily)

Innocent people are being arrested in your name!

You have to stop it!

Please!

Do not let them do this!

You cannot let them do this!

Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

Please!

Madam President!

Hey!

I'm fine!