SAUL: Previously on Homeland...
Sandy's death was no act of mob violence.
It was premeditated.
The ISI killed him. Straight out.
Name's Farhad Ghazi.
A long history of wet work for their counterterrorism unit.
Hello, Professor.
DENNIS: I am the husband
of the American ambassador.
- What do you want? - I've told you already.
A package arrives at the FBI headquarters
in Washington, DC.
Inside are the documents you stole from your wife's computer.
You're arrested for treason, and your wife's career
is destroyed by association.
Once you've done all I've asked,
you can leave Islamabad.
You did the psych eval, too?
I just have my very last polygraph, then I'm out.
Well, I guess I'm even more grateful that you're here now.
Anything for you, Carrie.
Is that the real reason you didn't come with me to Kabul?
Haissam Haqqani's alive.
Well, it... That's impossible. He was killed in the air strike.
Apparently not, because I just saw him
walk out of a madrassa with Aayan Ibrahim.
He was with Aayan?
So this is where you'll stay.
I thought... I thought we were going to London.
We are, once I get you a passport and a visa.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
MARTHA: It's Alice in fucking Wonderland.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
CARRIE: Where are you?
QUINN: I'm at a safe distance.
...clipped an artery.
- (Carrie screams) - Hold on.
SAUL: I know a way.
(speaking Arabic)
ANDREA MITCHELL: First, the US found
and killed Osama Bin Laden outside Pakistan's...
(crowd clamoring)
CARRIE: You will die over there!
HILLARY CLINTON: You can't keep snakes in your backyard
and expect them only to bite your neighbors.
JOHN KERRY: There are things that the Pakistanis have done,
as complicated as the relationship has been.
(indistinct military radio chatter)
CARRIE: God!
SAUL: I'm so sorry.
BRODY: I have to say good-bye now.
CARRIE: Just for a few more seconds.
Homeland - 4x05 "About A Boy"
(birds chirping)
(Carrie sighs)
Oh.
I-I was just, uh...
- Looking. - No.
Yeah. Sorry.
It's okay.
Um...
I...
Sh... Should I leave?
Leave?
No.
No. Let's have breakfast. I'll get us something.
Uh, I'll go.
It's best you stay out of sight.
You all right?
Yeah.
A bit overwhelming.
Yeah.
You like pastries, coffee?
Sure.
Good. I'll see you soon.
_
Go check out the view.
Yup.
It's good.
That's right where I saw Haqqani.
Okay.
Make yourself comfortable.
We really expect him to show his face again?
Doubtful, but we might ID the cleric you saw him with.
(sighs)
What's that for?
In case Haqqani does show.
I thought this was just a stakeout.
It is, but things happen.
If that happens,
what's our fallback plan?
Parvez and Qadir are working that out now.
That sounds vague.
Fara, what's the problem?
Carrie said I just had to sit in an office, play a journalist.
Then you went the extra mile.
You tailed Aayan, and you spotted Haqqani.
Yeah.
You're in it now.
Great.
Guess what. You're good at it.
SAUL: I got to say, it feels funny
to be leaving just when things are heating up.
You're the former director, Saul.
Lockhart needs to hear it from you.
Keep his mouth shut.
He's taking a lot of heat for the strike on the wedding.
He would love to deflect that with news of an ISI conspiracy.
I'll lay it out for him,
but we both know he's a political animal.
Well, if he can't control himself,
our operation on Haqqani's fucked.
Hmm.
So what's the plan to find him?
I'm working on the nephew now.
He's our gateway.
How's that going?
Good. Good.
Think that he's recruitable?
He's young, emotional.
One step at a time.
The first one's the biggest.
Getting him to admit Haqqani's actually alive.
He'd have to know he was risking his life by telling you.
Yeah.
How long you have?
Three days.
After that, he starts wondering
why we aren't on our way to London.
Three days.
To develop that kind of trust?
That's a tall fucking order.
- Well, thanks for pointing that out. - (chuckles)
Got to jump. Good luck.
I'll call you from DC.
Do that. Safe travels.
(engine starts, car doors closing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Aayan, what are you doing?
I'm sorry. I have changed my mind.
What do you mean?
I have to go.
Go where?
I'll be fine. I'll go to my friend Kiran's house.
And her father will throw you out again.
I'll go to school.
You've been expelled.
Look, I'm sorry. I can't stay.
Hey, Aayan, lay of the land.
You're a public figure now.
Not just in Pakistan.
In Europe, in the United States.
- I've heard all this, so... - Well, believe it.
That video has made you a target.
The strike that killed your family--
- you know who did that, right? - Yes, CIA.
And you are a living, breathing reminder
- of that fuckup. - Why do they care?!
They care, and they have a kill list.
Yesterday, you told me I should be worried about the ISI.
Now, today, you're telling me I should be worried about the CIA.
You should be worried about both.
- I did not put that video up! - That doesn't matter!
It's up, and you're in danger, so don't be stupid.
You walk out that door, you will be grabbed up,
disappeared.
Do you understand?
You feel bad, right?
About what we did.
It's against my faith.
I know.
I-I don't want to sin.
- I want to be devout. - It's fine.
We don't have to do anything, okay?
Okay.
But your situation is very serious.
You do not leave here until we go to London.
(sighs)
MARTHA: I'm not gonna last
an hour in these shoes.
(sighs)
Hey, you booked tonight?
The Sindhi concert.
You're invited.
I've heard enough Pakistani music to last
a lifetime, if you don't mind.
I figured.
Listen.
Yes.
- I know you're mad. - That you're leaving?
After giving me 24-hour notice? Not at all.
But I have some good news.
I changed my mind.
Is that right?
It was a hasty decision, and it was unfair to you.
I talked to Bill about maybe next semester.
My, another turn of events.
You're clearly very pleased.
I have a staff meeting.
I just said I'm staying, so what's the problem now?
Do you really think I believed you had a job offer?
Excuse me?
I have friends at GW, too.
You don't recover from plagiarism, Dennis.
- Can we ever get over that? - So don't make up a story.
If you want to leave, say it to my face.
I want to stay.
Why?
So how long have you known Carrie?
Two years, more or less.
Really?
I would have thought you guys go way back.
Yeah, it feels that way sometimes.
Hmm. She's just one of those people.
You connect.
Yeah.
So does that make you a professional liar, too?
She told me I have to become one to be good at this job.
Well, you're learning from the best.
Why'd you say it like that?
Manipulating people,
exploiting their weakness...
It can get ugly sometimes.
Is that the plan with Aayan?
- What? - Lie, manipulate, exploit.
We're using the enemy's own weight to bring him down.
That is the job.
Second floor, that's him.
(shutter clicks)
You sure?
Yes. He was with Aayan
and Haqqani.
Good eyes.
(breathing heavily): Thanks.
And I didn't have to shoot anyone.
_
TASNEEM: If you need to change out vehicles, do it.
Stay on the ground.
Stay small, but find out how
she's getting in and out of that compound.
- Saul Berenson. - (Tasneem speaks Urdu)
He's on a plane to Washington, DC, tonight via London.
Flight information's inside.
Has he confirmed his seat?
The embassy travel office did it this morning.
He was originally scheduled to leave two days ago
and to fly out to New York.
Why the change of plans?
He met with Carrie Mathison at the hotel,
after which he placed a call to General Latif
and arranged lunch-- I think.
You know what happened after that.
Yes.
It's a strange game they're playing.
Agreed. He was her mentor, you said?
Yeah.
And where is he now?
In the hotel gardens.
Working on his Finnish, best I can tell.
Finnish?
- Rosetta Stone tapes. - (scoffs)
He can take his self-improvement back to America,
as far as I'm concerned.
Good riddance.
(door buzzer sounding)
(knocking)
Excuse me.
Is this Carrie Mathison's apartment?
The new station chief?
Yeah. Though I don't think
we're supposed to say that out loud.
Well, it's where the old station chief lived, so I guess.
Thanks. A little, uh,
welcome gift from the ambassador.
♪ ♪
(mutters quietly)
_
(woman speaking indistinctly over PA)
(dialing phone)
(line ringing)
CARRIE (recorded): Hi. It's Carrie Mathison.
Leave a message.
Carrie, your guy--
Farhad Ghazi-- ISI thug--
he's here at the airport. Call me.
Hi.
Could you help me out, sir?
Thanks a lot.
Thank you. Sorry, I'm gonna miss my plane.
- Appreciate it. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Right there, please.
Okay?
- Thank you. Yeah. - (beep)
Hey.
S... Sorry. Here.
- Here. - (speaks Urdu)
Thanks, man.
(sighs) Fuck.
- Oh, sorry. - Oh.
Thanks.
(sighs)
Aayan Ibrahim, interview one.
Ground rules.
I won't put anything in the piece you don't want.
You have full veto power.
Okay.
- (clears throat) - Um...
we'll start with your uncle.
Haissam Haqqani.
What about him?
He's a famous Taliban leader,
the... target of the air strike on your village.
How well did you know him?
Um, he was my father's brother.
And we were close.
Um...
When I was young, he was... he was around a lot
and, uh, yeah.
Then he wasn't.
Where'd he go?
To the mountains.
To fight.
To hide.
Um...
yeah, and the drones were still after him.
What kind of a man was he?
Two things guided his life.
Uh, Islam and...
his Taliban bravery.
So you liked him.
Uh...
he used to pour tea from his cup on his saucer
and slurp it really loudly to make me laugh.
He'd come to me and he'd say, um,
"I've seen more battles than hairs on your head."
(chuckles softly)
He was a hero to you.
Well, he beat the Soviet Union.
And the Soviet Union collapsed.
So...
How'd he feel about America?
He knew how to beat you, too.
Do you want to hear something crazy?
There's a... There's a rumor going around
that your uncle wasn't killed in the attack.
No, no, no, that's-that's not t...
that's not true. That's not true.
I saw him. I saw his body.
He was there. How can people
say things like this? This is...
- Hey, take it easy. - Take it easy?
Look, this just came from a bunch of spooks
sitting around with nothing better to do.
No, fuck them.
So there's nothing to it. I'm not...
- I didn't think that there was. - It's insulting.
It's... just...
What?
If he is alive, it makes you wonder
if he knew the strike was coming.
That's not what happened.
Okay.
(woman speaking indistinctly over PA)
_
(clattering)
Oh.
♪ ♪
(line ringing)
(phone vibrates)
Hello?
Quinn. I'm at the airport.
I'm looking at Farhad Ghazi as we speak.
- What? - He's at the gate,
about to board a plane for Johannesburg.
Flight number?
East India Air...
number 223.
Got it.
I presume we still have
some warm bodies in South Africa
who can pick up his trail there?
Hasn't all gone to shit since you left, Saul.
Assume our man gets on the plane
unless I call to tell you otherwise.
Copy that.
Carrie there?
No.
Still with the boy?
Yeah.
You let her know about this.
Will do. Thanks.
Can I have a small orange juice, please?
(sighs): Oh, my God.
Peter Quinn around?
In the field.
Reachable?
Unlikely.
Oh.
Is there something I can do for you?
Uh, oh, he helps me sometimes with...
Dennis?
How'd you know?
I'm a spy. I know shit.
(chuckles softly)
Security called from the Chatsworth.
He's in the bar, belligerent.
On my way.
I'm sorry.
(laughs softly)
I'm embarrassed.
Don't be.
I've been that guy.
(water splashing softly)
So how long does the silent treatment go on?
I'm just tired.
Not angry?
'Cause I can do that to people sometimes.
Make them angry.
It's... it's just, it's...
it's hard to talk about some things.
Yeah.
Hey, Aayan?
I want to be totally honest with you.
Okay.
Just so there won't be any surprises when we get to London.
Okay, well, what is it?
I have a baby.
I know.
Saw the scar.
(laughs): Ah, right, I forgot.
Doctor.
Boy or girl?
Girl.
Francis-- after my dad.
And what about her father-- is he... is he still in London?
Uh, no. He died.
Oh.
Before she was born.
What happened to him?
Um...
He was killed in the line of duty.
Military?
No, he was a journalist, too.
Um... on an assignment
that was...
(sighs)
...too dangerous.
Why'd he... why'd he go?
It was my fault-- I sent him.
Anyway, we don't have to talk about it.
No. I...
I d... I don't mind.
Usually, I keep it to myself.
Yeah.
What about... her?
Will you tell her when she's older?
How can I? How can I tell her?
I'm the reason her dad is gone.
How can you not?
Well, thanks for telling me.
I'm really sorry about your husband.
What?
Well, he was never my husband.
(choked up): Though I would have...
I would have liked that.
(man singing call to prayer in distance)
- I'll leave you alone. - No.
Stay.
Don't you want to pray?
Can I...
can I touch you again?
I felt silly last night.
Why?
(quietly): I didn't know how.
(laughing)
You did though.
I took. I didn't...
you know, I didn't give.
Well, you're... you're new at this. It's...
How do I give?
I'll show you.
After prayers.
♪ ♪
(Carrie panting)
(sniffles)
What? Am I hurting you?
No.
Did I do something wrong?
No, Aayan. I'm...
I'm happy.
You just make me happy.
He was a great guy,
- Sandy was. - I don't know how great he was,
but he was all right to drink with.
No, he was.
Look...
he got me in a lot of trouble.
How so?
Can I confide in you?
Shoot.
I got a big fucking cloud over me.
I'm talking a world of trouble.
With Martha?
Worse.
If there was a way out, I'd take it.
So run it by me.
TASNEEM: Hey.
Some friendly faces.
(speaking Urdu)
Professor Boyd, right?
That-that's right.
The ambassador lets you roam free.
On occasion, yeah.
- (Tasneem laughs) - So, what brings you to this spot?
I'm just meeting a friend.
I didn't realize you two were close.
Embassy's a small place.
Of course.
Well, enjoy the evening, gentlemen.
(speaking Urdu)
What's her story?
ISI.
Ball buster, Pakistani style.
Ah, great.
She's probably on the job right now.
Why's that?
Muslim woman at a bar in an American hotel?
Anyway, you, uh... you ready to go?
There was something you were gonna tell me.
Hmm?
Big cloud, you said.
No, no, nothing.
Forget it.
You sure?
Yeah. I've overstayed my welcome here.
Let's hit it.
(woman speaking indistinctly over PA)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(line ringing)
(phone rings)
It's done.
Good.
FARA: How do you say, "Is it safe?"
(speaking Urdu)
(repeats badly)
(chuckles) No, no, no.
(speaking Urdu)
(chuckles) What?
(speaking Urdu)
It's too... It's too long.
(Urdu continues)
You're getting it wrong
- from the beginning. - Parvez.
Parvez.
(camera clicking)
Cleric's on the move.
- On foot? - Heading south.
I'll get the car.
♪ ♪
FARA: You got photos of him?
- Done. - Where's this guy going this time of night?
QUINN: Good question. Bird's-eye view would help.
We're off the books. How do we get a drone?
We gotta let someone in on the operation. Redmond, maybe.
- Can we make that call? - It has to be Carrie.
FARA (sighs): I'll try her.
(horns honking)
Fuck you!
FARA: No answer.
What is this bullshit? Where is she?
I haven't heard from her all day.
Well, call her again. We need the drone.
(grunting)
You okay?
Of course.
MARTHA (quietly): Did anyone recognize you?
Just the manager, and... he'll keep quiet.
MARTHA: I owe you, John.
REDMOND: No sweat.
MARTHA: There's a theory men secretly fear
their wives are crazy
and women secretly fear their husbands...
are losers.
Dennis isn't a bad guy.
MARTHA: 20 years ago, he was wonderful.
(exhales)
He was... dashing,
- dazzling. - I can see that.
A bright light.
But that guy's gone.
Get some sleep, huh?
(sighs)
(door closes)
FARA: Where does this road go?
The mountains.
Taliban country?
Yup.
Okay, I'm trying to be ballsy here, but I'm not into suicide.
Another two, three miles, we'll be in the no-go area.
Believe it or not, I don't have a death wish, either.
(speaking Urdu)
Well, what now?
You up for taking a walk?
What's that, a tracker?
See if you can get close enough to place it on the car.
I'd do it myself if I wasn't white.
That's the magnetic side.
(speaking Urdu)
(line ringing)
CARRIE (recorded): Hi. It's Carrie Mathison.
- Leave a message. - (sighs) Carrie, it's Quinn.
If we don't get a drone on this cleric in the next five minutes,
he's in the wind. So it'd be really great
if you'd answer your fucking phone.
(speaking Urdu)
_
Come on, Fara.
_
(grunts)
Fuck me.
♪ ♪
(camera clicking)
- (clattering) - Shit.
♪ ♪
(camera clicking)
(birds chirping)
(knocking)
(grunts)
(knocking continues)
Ever heard of protocol?
Ever heard of the phone?
I'm fucking busy.
You have gone completely AWOL. That is bullshit.
Well, here I am. So what's your big emergency?
There of two of them. Number one,
Saul found Farhad Ghazi.
- Where? - He's flying to Johannesburg as we speak.
Agency's gonna pick up the trail when he lands.
- All right, so you handled it. - That's not the point.
What, you want a gold star?
We also found the cleric.
- Okay, two gold stars. - But without a drone,
which you could've secured
in five minutes, he slipped away.
- Fuck. - Yes, you crapped the fucking bed.
You're wrong, Quinn. You don't know what you're talking about.
Then why don't you tell me, then. Why don't you tell me
just what it is you're doing in there.
- I'm recruiting someone. - Really?
'Cause to me it looks like you're fucking a child.
I had two days!
I had to move fast.
Is there no line, Carrie?
Is there no fucking line?
What's it to you anyway?
Nothing.
- Okay, then. - Enjoy.
All right.
(man singing call to prayer)
(door closes)
Aayan?
(call to prayer continues)
There you are.
Who was at the door?
One of my stringers.
Stringers?
Freelancers.
It's beautiful, right?
Yes. It is.
I have to tell you something.
Before anything more.
Uh... he is alive.
My uncle.
I see him. I take him medicine.
He's-he's very, very sick.
Yeah, yeah.
I had to tell you.
I don't want to... lie to you anymore.
I don't want to lie to you, either.
It's a secret though. You can't...
you can't write about it.
But, Aayan...
You can't tell anyone.
Okay. I won't.
He's the only family I have left.
♪ ♪