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Air and naval forces of the United States
launched a series of strikes against terrorist facilities...
Pan Am flight 103 crashed into the town of Lockerbie.
He has sanctioned acts of terror
in Africa, Europe and the Middle East.
This will not stand, this aggression against, uh, Kuwait.
This relentless pursuit of terror.
We will make no distinction...
The USS Cole was attacked
while refueling in the port of Aden.
This was an act of terrorism.
It was a despicable and cowardly act.
The next samba we're going to swing for you
is one of the good old favorites.
...until something stops him.
It was right in front of my eyes,
and I never saw it coming.
That plane crashed into the World Trade Center.
Thousands of people running.
We must and we will remain vigilant at home and abroad.
You're the smartest and the dumbest fucking person
I've ever known.
I'm not the one who got it wrong.
I'm the only one who got it right.
Take 'em.
Take 'em all.
Roll every available ambulance you got to this position.
Homeland - 3x04 "Game On"
Previously on Homeland...
Where am I?
Caracas.
Your new home.
Perhaps you'd care to comment
on the article in yesterday's paper.
The case officer in question,
she's been diagnosed as bipolar.
Carrie.
She called a reporter.
Apparently, she thinks it's important
they, quote, "Hear her side of the story."
I just wanted you to know I'm gonna stop her.
I'm sorry.
Get off of me!
This is a fucking sham!
Dana has made great progress over the last month.
She's doing well.
You mean for someone who got in the bathtub
and tried to slit her wrists.
Your sister's gone.
I just really needed to see you.
He's not good for you.
And that is based on what, not knowing him at all?
He's unstable.
I know what you're here for.
To examine the bank records.
You're following the money to this guy here,
Majid Javadi.
The Iranian who fronted the attack
on this Agency that occurred on 12/12.
I was wondering if you could tell Saul Berenson
how much better I'm doing.
We both know I'm not here because I'm crazy.
I'm here because they don't know where else to put me.
I'm an associate at Bennett, Parr & Hamilton.
One of our partners would like to meet with you.
I'm talking about getting you out of here.
- I know what you're doing. - What do you mean?
- No, you think I'm vulnerable. - Not at all.
No, worse than that, you think I'm weak.
And maybe with just the right incentive,
I'll turn against the people who did this to me.
So whoever the hell it is that you're working for--
they Syrians, the Israelis, the Iranians--
you tell them I would rather die in here.
Let me go!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
Hold still!
Get her on the bed.
No! No!
- No, please! - Take her.
No! No, let me go!
Hold still! Come on!
No! No! No!
Get her on the bed!
No! No! No!
Hold still!
No!
Get her legs.
Help! Leave me alone!
- No! - Hold her legs!
Let me go!
Hold her legs!
Let me go! No, no, no!
No!
Everything in here okay?
I'm not gonna repeat myself.
Everything's okay.
This door stays open.
Good morning.
Morning.
I did what you said. I followed the money.
The missing five percent.
Right.
Turns out it's skimmed off the top
once the funds arrive in Caracas
at the HLBC subsidiary there.
Which happens when?
The third Friday of each month.
Tell me how it works.
Well, first it's converted into small bills.
Stacked on pallets,
loaded into a truck and delivered
in the dead of the night to the Estadio Capital
where it's held at the box office until the next day
and declared as receipts for the weekly football match.
I bet you didn't know that Del Paraiso FC draws more fans
on those Saturdays than they have seats in their stadium.
That's a hell of a way to clean money.
And lots of it.
By our estimates, over $45 million
during the last ten years.
So somebody's got a sidebar with the bank.
Who?
The owner of the team?
Probably.
Except it's hard to know who that is exactly.
The club is structured in such a way
so as to shield the identity
of its majority shareholder.
You got a candidate, though, don't you?
I do. Just not one that makes sense.
Nasser Hejazi.
Say again.
Nasser Hejazi.
Do you know him?
I know he played goalkeeper for Iran's 1978 World Cup team.
He's a legend there.
Well, it can't be that Nasser Hejazi.
Why not?
Because he's dead.
Who's dead?
I heard you were in the building.
I left the DOJ documents on your desk.
Yeah, I saw.
You still want me to handle that?
Yeah.
I'll be up in a minute.
I'll be waiting.
Where were we?
Exactly nowhere.
Unless...
What?
Say I'm an Iranian official whose job it is
to fund terrorist operations in the Western hemisphere.
Okay.
Say I'm watching all these bankers get rich on the deal.
Why not me, too?
Well, because you'd be taking a huge risk, for one thing.
Which is why I go
to such great lengths to launder the proceeds,
all the while hiding behind a false identity.
Like a goalkeeper's.
Right.
Still, if the Revolutionary Guard ever finds out
you've been embezzling all that money...
Maybe I'm getting to the end of my career.
Maybe I'm looking to retire in style.
Maybe I've always dreamed of owning a soccer team.
Javadi?
Why Javadi?
Because it was his operation in the first place.
'Cause it makes sense that he was the one
to approach the Venezuelan bank.
And because Nasser Hejazi was his boyhood hero.
Don't smile yet.
Right now it's just a theory.
Morning, Carrie. How we feeling today?
You have a brush?
Yeah. You sleep okay?
Uh, yeah, fine.
So, I did a final review of your doctors and therapists,
followed up with them last night.
They all give you excellent reports.
Do you have any blush?
You look fine.
I look like a ghost.
My dad and sister are coming, right?
Yeah, they'll be here.
I called to remind them yesterday.
Maybe I should just say
I'm gonna go live with them for a while.
I don't think that's necessary.
The fact that they are committed to helping you transition back
into the community is more than enough.
Well, I don't want to leave anything to chance.
Trust me, we're not.
Here, let me.
So, the medical staff is first up.
They will present their reports, take some questions.
Then it's the independent evaluator.
His name is Walter Walker.
A friend, really nice guy.
Then it's your turn.
Then I go home?
Then you go home.
Carrie, it's time.
Okay.
Oh, don't forget to tell the board
how grateful you are
for all of their help in your recovery.
Makes them feel like they made a real difference.
Yeah, it always gets them.
So, thank-yous all around.
Yeah, I can do that.
Good morning, Abby.
Where's my dad and sister?
They should be here by now.
I don't know.
All rise.
For the Sixth Circuit of the Commonwealth of Virginia,
the Honorable Special Justice Robert Strauss.
Please be seated.
Matter of Carrie Mathison.
Why don't we start with you, Dr. Maloney?
I understand there's been an issue
with the patient's medication.
There was, Your Honor.
I'm pleased to say it's been resolved.
Explain.
I titrated her lithium dose
in daily increments of 600 milligrams
until a total daily dosage of 1,800...
Carrie participates in daily group sessions
and craft activities enthusiastically.
She's demonstrated a real talent in ceramics.
She's been a pleasure to have on the ward,
volunteering to deliver food trays,
setting a good example for her fellow patients.
And it is my opinion as an independent evaluator
that the patient Carrie Mathison
meets all the criteria for discharge today,
with the one proviso
that she continue therapy as an outpatient.
What do you say, Ms. Mathison?
Do you feel well enough to go home today?
Yes, I do.
And where is home?
I live in Adams Morgan.
Alone?
Yes, but my dad and sister are a quick 15-minute drive away
and we see each other all the time.
They were scheduled
to make an appearance today, were they not?
I talked with Carrie's father yesterday.
They said they would be.
If my dad says he's coming, he'll be here.
He's probably stuck in traffic.
Thank you, Ms. Mathison.
The members of this committee will now confer
and come to a determination.
Oh, and I want to thank everybody here
for helping me.
I'm forever grateful.
This shouldn't take too long.
Go!
Mr. Crosby?
Want to come with me?
Ladies?
Please, sit.
Ms. Mathison, I'm afraid I can't approve your release
from this facility today.
- What? - Un-fucking-believable.
I don't understand, Your Honor.
I've just been handed a writ from the Justice Department.
Saying what?
That your client, in her current state of mind,
poses a threat to national security.
Her current state of mind is excellent.
Four mental health care professionals
just testified to that fact.
The Government's worried she'll disclose classified information.
Isn't that what got her into trouble in the first place?
Violating Federal secrecy laws?
That was over a month ago, when she was off her meds.
And I'm inclined to agree with you, Counselor,
but Ms. Mathison signed away
some of her Constitutional protections
when she went to work for the CIA.
Is that true?
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,
among others.
Well, do we at least have the right to appeal?
Frankly, I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
This is a new one for me, too, Counselor.
Ms. Mathison, I am sorry.
But you've been designated a security risk.
My hands are tied.
Ms. Mathison?
I'm gonna have to take you upstairs now.
I need a few minutes with my client.
Carrie, I am going straight from here
to the Circuit Court to file an emergency appeal.
You're wasting your time.
You don't know that.
Yeah, I do.
Did you see the guy in the hallway
right before we went back into the hearing room?
No. Who was he?
Dar Adal.
He's the former head of a group inside the Agency
nobody likes to talk about.
If he wants to keep me in here,
then I'm not getting out any time soon.
I need your phone.
You know I can't do that.
I just want to call my dad,
make sure he and my sister are okay.
Make it quick.
Ah, excuse me.
God, I hate these things.
Yeah. Hello.
Where were you guys?
What do you mean?
You were supposed to be at my hearing today.
I thought it was canceled.
Well, who told you that?
I don't know, Maggie spoke to somebody last night.
Was it Saul?
Uh, look, I don't know who it was.
And, um, I'm-I'm not at home right now.
Look, dad, I need you to do something for me, okay?
Saul's not talking to me anymore, so you have to.
What do you want me to tell him?
Tell him that I give up.
Tell him I...
I can't stand another second in this place.
- I'm going out of my mind. - Carrie.
Dad, t-tell him that I'll do
whatever he wants,
- just not this. - Carrie, please.
I could lose my job.
Okay, I gotta go.
Call Saul. Tell him what I said.
Perfect timing.
Your nails have gotten long.
We'll have to trim them later.
♪ Someday they'll try to thank you, thank you ♪
♪ baby, don't let 'em take you, take you ♪
Backpack.
Oh.
- Front pocket. - Yep.
Who is it?
"Jessica"?
My mom.
What the hell is that?
Hey.
They can catch us with the GPS.
They're gonna catch us anyway.
Doesn't mean we make it easier for 'em.
♪ Someday, baby, they'll change you, change you ♪
♪ oh, they'll come and bleed you, bleed you... ♪
Come on, Dana, pick up, pick up.
Voice mail.
Here.
Let me.
Hey, Dana, it's me, Mike.
Your mom and I are a little worried about you.
Plus, she'd really like her car back, so...
Give us a call so we know you're okay.
"A little worried"?
It's all I can do
to keep from screaming at the phone.
Nothing's gonna happen to her, Jess.
Jessica.
This is Martin and Lynn Carras,
Leo's parents.
Hello.
Um, this is a friend of mine, Mike Faber.
Do we know anything yet?
Not yet.
It's early.
Any idea where they might be?
A friend's house, favorite hangout?
I've tried everybody I could think of.
Nobody's heard from her.
All I know is that she's in my car.
It's an Outback. Blue.
If you would just report the car stolen,
they could put out an APB on her right now.
She didn't steal it.
She said she was going to Trader Joe's.
Well, she was lying.
Obviously.
Look, Mrs. Carras,
I want to find them as much as you do,
and if there's anything I can do to help...
It's not an official Missing Persons for 24 hours.
The State Police have a description,
and they're aware that Leo's a fugitive from here.
A fugitive?
Most of the time in these situations,
from my experience,
kids show up after a few hours.
They're out blowing off some steam.
It's hormones, young love...
Come on, we've all been there.
It's not hormones.
He's under a bad influence.
Excuse me?
We know who you are, Mrs. Brody.
Then you should know that my daughter
is not responsible for what her father did.
Your car for the Camry.
Yeah, maybe you throw in a little extra?
I just put a whole new transmission
in that Camry.
It'll go another 100,000, no problem.
That Outback? What, maybe another
20,000, it blows a rod?
Yeah, but the Outback's worth more in parts
than a dozen new transmissions in that Camry.
This car of yours hot?
Yeah.
We just carjacked it.
We're natural born killers.
Do I know you from someplace?
I don't think so.
Uh, 200 bucks, it's a deal?
What do you say, Aurelio?
Is there a problem here?
You want to trade,
it's car for car.
None of this "$200 extra" bullshit.
Well, we can just go down the street.
I know you.
Deal.
Let's go.
Carrie?
You just gonna lie there,
or are you gonna get packed?
What?
You're out.
Carrie, you are out.
I'm out?
By emergency order of the Sixth Circuit Court of Maryland.
I can go?
Yeah.
How the hell did that happen?
Who cares?
Start packing.
Go.
Don't be alarmed.
I apologize for the intrusion.
You.
I should have known.
Get the fuck out of my house.
Just hear me out.
- I told you before, no. - We went to a lot
of trouble to get you out of that hospital.
You can give me two minutes.
If I had known, I would have stayed in the hospital.
I doubt that.
But the furlough's only good for 24 hours anyway.
So...
How did you arrange my release?
A judge we know, who, by the way,
is more than willing to make it permanent.
In exchange for...?
A sit-down with one of the partners in the firm.
That's all?
Nothing's that easy.
You're probably right,
but that's above my pay grade.
My job is to get you to the meeting.
Do I have a choice?
Why not at least listen
to what the man has to say?
What have you got to lose?
When's this meeting supposed to happen?
Tomorrow.
8:00 AM.
I can pick you up here.
Okay, then.
Okay what?
I'll sit down with him.
Good.
I'll see you in the morning.
Hey, Helen.
Have you seen my car?
Your car? What do you mean?
It's gone.
That's strange.
I haven't seen it in days.
Which circuit court in Maryland?
The sixth.
Well, do they have jurisdiction
over a County mental hospital
in Arlington, Virginia?
Okay, thanks.
- Carrie? - Yeah, I just heard.
She's angry and vulnerable.
Right now, she could be saying anything to anybody.
Do we know who petitioned the judge
to get her discharged?
- No. - Maybe it was her family.
Not according to her father, it wasn't.
The Agency's still weak, Saul.
It could die of the common cold.
And she's a full-blown contagion.
Find her.
Get her off the street.
_
I'm afraid you can't access your funds
and deposit at this time.
I don't understand.
Your account's been frozen.
- It's been what? - Frozen.
It says here, "By order of the Department Of Justice."
You under Federal indictment or something?
Not that I'm aware of.
I'm also instructed to confiscate any credit cards
you may have in your possession.
Well, those you're not getting.
Well, they won't do you much good anyway.
They've been canceled.
I just need to get out of town for a few days.
I can't help you there.
Come on, you know I'm good for it.
It's not about the money.
What, then?
My livelihood.
You are radioactive, Carrie.
I shouldn't even be talking to you right now.
I've got no one else to ask.
Well, you've got to make things right with Saul first.
Well, I'm trying.
He says that you went to the press.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Carrie.
What are you trying to do-- get us all thrown in jail?
No, I made a mistake. It won't happen again.
I should fucking hope not.
What about your van?
Can I at least borrow your van?
No, you can't borrow my van.
Just for the weekend, to go up to the lake.
Carrie, I can't.
Virgil, please.
I'm in trouble.
Okay, fine.
Great. Thank you.
I just need it back first thing Monday morning.
Absolutely, you got it.
When-when can I come by?
I'm going to be in and out all day.
I'll leave the keys.
Say hi to your mom for me.
My mom? What are you talking about?
Virgil?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure dome decree
where Alf The Sacred River ran
through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea.
And then it goes on.
It's kind of beautiful, though, huh?
Yeah, he would've liked it.
You think so?
He would've liked you.
He was one year younger?
11 months.
Irish twins.
Still.
Guess it was my job.
What was?
To protect him.
Isn't that what older brothers are supposed to do?
He killed himself.
With a gun.
It's hard to blame anyone but him.
Believe me, I should know.
Leave it to my daughter to fall in love
on the psych ward.
I know some guys in the Arlington PD.
I'll make some calls.
Thanks.
You okay?
I just can't seem
to do one thing right anymore.
Hey, they were the ones who were rude.
It's no excuse.
Come on.
You're way too nice.
No.
I just almost lost Dana.
So I know how they must feel.
I should've just let you move in here like you wanted to.
Jess...
You were always so good with her.
So much better than me.
I'm not her mother.
It was Brody who broke her heart.
I could kill him, Mike.
I swear to God, I could.
Can you guess?
It's where your dad was stationed.
And?
And... I don't know.
Right there.
Where those buses are.
There was a long line of them.
I was over there.
The other side of the parking lot
with Chris and my mom
and all the other families.
Chris was so freaked-out.
He wouldn't let go of my hand.
You know, everybody was hugging
and crying all around us.
The day your dad deployed for Iraq.
There was a Marine band playing.
And when my dad walked out
with all the other guys from his battalion,
you could tell that he was excited.
He wanted to go.
He was some kind of sniper or something, right?
Yeah.
How old were you?
Eight.
Fuck.
But that's not why we're here.
We're here...
because this is where it happened.
The last true statement he ever said to me.
Which was?
"Good-bye."
Everything after that was a lie.
Hello.
Remember me?
You're kind of hard to forget.
Listen, I know this is awkward, but, um...
I kind of need a place to stay.
Probably I should've called first.
Probably.
Uh, but it's just for the night.
Well, I got exactly one couch and one bed.
Bed's cool with me.
Come on in.
So it is him.
Javadi.
That's him, third from the right.
Jesus, he's gotten old.
Standing next to him is Edgar Cedeño.
The banker we targeted in last month's mission.
When was this photograph taken?
2009.
According to passenger manifests,
Javadi visited Venezuela exactly twice.
Once at the time of this photograph
and once in November 2003.
To set up the deal with Cedeño's bank.
Each time traveling under the name Nasser Hejazi.
His alter ego.
He couldn't resist the joke.
Now it's gonna bury him.
With your blessing, I'd like to open an OFAC investigation
into his majority ownership position
at the Del Paraiso Football Club.
No.
Why not?
Now's the time for patience.
Don't force the pieces.
Store them away.
But we have him.
He's embezzled over $45 million from the Revolutionary Guard.
They get wind of it, they'll just put him up against a wall.
- They'll shoot him. - Good.
No.
It's of negative value.
He's second-in-command at the Intelligence Directorate, Fara.
He ordered the attack on this building.
I need him in a room.
You want to interrogate him?
I want to rip him down to the studs.
I want the name of every agent
he's ever run in the United States.
And I want to know just how close
the regime is to a nuclear weapon.
Ms. Mathison?
Leland Bennett.
What is this place?
The firm keeps it for our more
privacy-sensitive clients.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
I tried to tell your colleague Mr., um...
Franklin.
Mr. Franklin, uh...
You're wasting your time.
Well, how do you know that
when you haven't heard our proposal yet?
I'm not for sale.
Well, we're not trying to buy you.
Really.
And no one's going to ask you to do anything
you're too uncomfortable with.
Well, I'm already uncomfortable.
It's up to you to draw the line you won't cross.
For all I know, you're FBI and this is a sting.
What's so funny?
You have an active imagination.
Well, somebody shut down my bank account and repossessed my car.
Your own Agency did that to you.
Yeah, that's my point. I'm not going to jail.
It seems to me you're already there.
There are no recording devices or cameras in this room,
if that's what you're worried about.
Would you like to step outside?
Okay, I'm listening.
Our firm has longstanding relationships
with several countries in the Middle East.
We lobby on their behalf, quietly represent
their interests here in Washington.
Yeah, I know how this works.
So... what does your client want?
To pick your brain from time to time.
Put you on retainer, as it were.
Pick my brain?
On what subject?
Your area of expertise.
For example?
For example, he recently lost six business associates.
Maybe you heard about it.
So this is Iran we're talking about.
He'd like to know how those men were identified and targeted.
That line you mentioned-- we just crossed it.
Ms. Mathison...
No, I won't do it.
Iran was behind the Langley bombing.
Which they carried out in retaliation
for Israeli air strikes on their nuclear facilities.
I reject the comparison.
Why?
It's one military target for another.
Iran takes great care in its proportional response
to acts of aggression.
An airliner for an airliner,
a Mossad agent for a physicist.
Sounds like you've drunk the Kool-Aid.
I'm a professional.
I'm paid to make arguments, not wave a flag.
Good-bye, Mr. Bennett.
You'll be back in County lockup by the end of the day.
Put there by the very institutions
you're trying to protect.
I'll take my chances.
Well, you know how this works.
You said so yourself.
Meaning what?
You familiar with the term "Controversialize"?
No.
Well, that's what they're doing to you.
They're turning you into the story.
They started by leaking your relationship
with Congressman Brody.
Next it was Saul Berenson's testimony
in front of the Senate Select Committee,
then they had you committed.
Pretty soon, it's not a story
about a terrorist attack anymore or how the people meant
to protect us screwed up.
It's about you.
It's about sex between a bipolar CIA officer
and her brainwashed boyfriend.
I'm not a traitor.
No.
What you are is a liability to a lot of people
who've got a lot to lose.
So far, they've kept your name out of the press,
but how long do you think that's gonna last?
And what happens then?
I'll tell you what.
You're destroyed.
You're a pariah.
And in six months or a year,
if you haven't killed yourself by then,
they'll do it for you.
You're naive to think they won't.
You'll slip in the shower
or they'll force-feed you lithium till your heart stops
or they'll hang you on a doorknob and call it suicide.
Let us help you, Carrie.
We're very good at it.
You can keep me out of the hospital?
I can.
I'm broke.
I don't have a dime to my name.
You'll be compensated handsomely.
Well, then,
I never want to see you again, Mr. Bennett.
I will see your client...
but only him and only face-to-face.
That could be a problem.
His problem.
And tell him I won't name names, either.
I won't betray my people in the field.
That's between you and him.
No, that is non-negotiable.
Okay.
Think of it this way.
Maybe you two can find some common ground.
Put the world right.
Save us all.
Fuck you.
I'm sorry. Did you say something?
Yeah. Fuck you.
Mr. Bennett wanted you to have this as a show
of good faith.
How would he feel about me
buying a plane ticket to Southeast Asia
and disappearing into the jungle for a while?
You might want to consider a car trip
to Atlantic City instead.
Why's that?
You're on the TSA no-fly list
and your passport's no longer valid.
Good to know. Thanks.
Have a nice walk.
Have you heard anything?
No.
What is it?
This. A detective buddy of mine got it for me.
Leo wasn't in the rehab facility for treatment.
His parents made a deal with the DA
to keep him from being charged with a homicide.
What?
Details are sketchy, but somehow he managed
to get his hands on his father's gun.
Maybe it was a suicide pact, maybe it wasn't.
Either way, the brother ends up dead,
and this Leo walks.
Oh, God.
Hey.
What time is it?
Who cares?
I just want to stay like this forever.
You know, usually I wake up and I feel so... strange.
But today...
This is just perfect.
I never want to go back.
Then we don't have to.
Carrie.
Saul.
Give us a minute.
What are you doing here?
Don't worry, I wasn't followed.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
I used every trick in the book.
It took me over five hours to get here.
I'm all right.
It worked, Saul.
They picked me up this morning.
Who did?
A man named Franklin.
He took me to a house in Potomac,
where I met with Leland Bennett.
The lawyer.
Yes.
What did he say?
What did he say, Carrie?
What were his exact words?
He said his client recently lost six business associates
and would like to know how those men were identified
and targeted.
Javadi.
It has to be.
Did you hold out for a meeting in person?
I did it just the way you said.
I told Bennett the meeting had to be face-to-face.
And he went for it?
You're an amazing person, Carrie Mathison.
Amazing.
I don't know.
You've been very, very brave.
You should've gotten me out of the hospital, Saul.
You shouldn't have left me in there.
It's almost over.
No, it's too hard. I can't keep going.
Yes, you can.
Come on in.
Mira will make you a nice cup of tea.
Come.
Here.
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What's the purpose of your visit to the United States?
Business.
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I need your eyes on Carrie.
The Iranians are watching her too.
I'm not talking to you!
Why aren't you in the nuthouse where you belong?
You've got surveillance all over you.
Target's on the move.
They realize you're not who's supposed to be,
they just kill you.
I'll do whatever it takes.
Did I get made?
She's on her own, Saul.
She's always been on her own.
Ah!