Homeland s06e03 Episode Script
The Covenant
1 [Saul.]
Previously on Homeland I'm not getting any better! Can't you get that through your fuckin' skull? - Let me go.
- Let me go.
[Conlin.]
Sekou is under arrest for material support of terrorism.
The government has offered a plea bargain.
But I'm not guilty.
I'm not sure what he's done is even illegal.
[scoffs.]
Do you keep photos of dead American soldiers on your laptop? What I saw was an angry kid.
- Who's down there? - I told you.
Peter Quinn.
He's been in the hospital, and now he's with us for a while.
[Sekou.]
His name is Saad Mahsud.
He's working for the FBI.
Fucking Conlin, he doesn't care about anything.
All he keeps saying is just get him to take the money.
You can fix this.
You can tell the truth.
You fucked up by coming here.
[Clarence.]
You watch Clarice don't run off with that now.
[Clarice.]
Oh, my God.
It's a robbery! Nobody fucking move! [grunts.]
You think I'm advising the next President of the United States? I think her entire national security platform came right out of that head of yours.
We have intel from our partners that the Iranians are cheating on the nuclear deal.
There's an Iranian bag man, Farhad Nafisi.
The Israelis are gonna pick him up.
Dar told me they have evidence of a parallel program - with North Korea.
- Mossad can't be trusted to be even remotely objective on this.
- What do you suggest? - Saul Berenson.
The nuclear arrangement started with Saul.
He wants it to work.
You're going to Abu Dhabi.
The Mossad Operation.
You've really never seen this? [grunts.]
[exhales deeply.]
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.
[PE.]
We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism, we need a new strategy.
[Gil 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! - What's his name again? - 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.
- It's a very alarming charge.
- The Russians hacked our committees.
[woman.]
The continuation of endless war.
[Quinn.]
Can't you get that through your fucking skull? [Scott-Heron.]
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
[Scahill.]
The US continues to engage in a covert war 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? [switch clicks.]
[shirt thuds.]
[grunts.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[gas hissing.]
[door rattles.]
[exhaling sharply.]
[grunting.]
[hissing continues.]
[gagging.]
[screaming.]
- [continues screaming.]
- Quinn.
Quinn.
Quinn! Quinn, it's me.
- [continues screaming.]
- Quinn.
Shh.
- It's me.
It's Carrie.
- [breathing heavily.]
You're okay.
You're okay.
You're in my house.
You're safe.
You're safe.
[breathing heavily.]
Shh.
[exhales deeply.]
That must be some dream.
[exhales deeply.]
[inhales deeply.]
[breathing deeply.]
Just breathe.
[breathing deeply.]
[inhales deeply.]
[exhales deeply.]
Quinn, no.
Quinn, no.
Hey, come on, Quinn! What are you doing? [exhales deeply.]
I-I thought you were-- No, I wasn't.
[scoffs.]
Oh, shit.
[Franny.]
Mommy? Hey, sweetheart? Go back upstairs, okay? Go on.
Mommy will be right there.
[ascending footsteps.]
Okay.
Quinn You're coming down from a lot of medication.
I get that.
But if you're gonna be living in my home with me and my daughter [cellphone vibrates.]
[vibrating.]
- I'm gonna be out all day.
- [cellphone continues vibrating.]
Uh Franny's gonna go with her nanny after school.
- Should I call Max to-- - I don't need a babysitter.
[vibrating continues.]
- Fine.
- [cellphone clicks.]
Reda? I need you in the office now.
- What's goin' on? - Conlin just called to ask why the hell you were harassing his informant.
I expected him to report the meeting.
Which is why you should've avoided him in the first place.
When can you be here? Uh, soon as I get Franny to school.
As fast as you can.
[receiver thuds.]
- [sighs, whispers.]
Fuck.
- [cellphone clicks.]
[engine revving.]
They're still with us.
Police? - No.
SSD.
- Lose 'em.
[tires screeching.]
[engines revving.]
How we doin'? Still there.
[tires screeching.]
[tires screech.]
- Ready? - Ready.
[brakes squeal, indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[indistinct conversations.]
Mr.
Greenburg? [engine idling.]
[indistinct conversations continue.]
Hold on.
[engine revs.]
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [sighs.]
[Reda.]
Hey, you called me.
I'm just having an honest reaction here.
And no, it isn't business as usual.
I'm gonna fight you on this.
Goodbye.
- [receiver thuds.]
- Who was that? Ortiz.
They're withdrawing the plea deal.
- What? - Yeah, we're going to trial.
And that means Sekou's looking at 15 years - in a Federal Supermax.
- Come on, Reda.
- They can't do that, can they? - Withdraw the plea deal? Sure they can, given sufficient grounds.
And defying a court order on an issue of national security is plenty sufficient.
There must be some way to fight this.
How 'bout going back to the judge? It was her order you defied, Carrie.
I hardly think we'll get a friendly audience there.
But Saad told the FBI to back off.
He told them that Sekou was no threat.
They practically had to shove the five grand down his throat, for Chrissake! I mean, surely, we can use that.
How? By putting you on the stand? Last time I checked, you were still a member of the defense team.
Simone was there, too.
She heard everything.
She's the defendant's sister.
Not a credible witness either.
[sighs.]
This isn't the arrangement we made, Carrie.
- What do you mean? - Our partnership.
You were supposed to secure funding, investigate, advise.
What you weren't supposed to do was take matters into your own hands, break the law.
- I'm sorry, Reda.
I fucked up.
- Yeah.
You did.
- Where you going? - Downtown to the MDC - to tell Sekou what's going on.
- No, I'll do it.
That's not necessary.
No.
It's my fault.
I'll tell him.
[engine rumbling.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[woman singing in foreign language.]
[doorbell rings.]
[door creaks.]
[door closes.]
This yours? I share it with a girlfriend.
Very nice.
- Business is good.
- [chuckles.]
You can leave your money over there.
Here.
[inhales slowly.]
[exhales slowly.]
Come on.
There's a killer view from the bedroom window.
[sighs contentedly.]
[door rattles.]
What is this? - [punch lands.]
- [Nafisi grunts.]
[coughs.]
[gasps sharply.]
[grunting.]
[coughs.]
[wheezes.]
[coughing.]
[wheezing.]
Don't try to talk.
You won't be able to for a while.
Probably a good thing, too.
That way, we can skip all the formalities.
You know, demanding to speak to your consul, threatening a grave diplomatic incident, et cetera.
You are Farhad Nafisi, a member of the Iranian delegation to the Ninth International Conference on Applied Aerospace Science and Technology.
Not your only reason for being here, though.
In fact, you've attended very little of the conference.
Truth is, your main purpose here is to negotiate an illegal arms deal on behalf of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps with a little personal business on the side.
[pictures rustling.]
I understand, believe me.
I can only imagine how dismally these would be viewed by your superiors back in Tehran, especially when it's revealed to them that your little Mina is actually Mossad.
At best, your career as a government official is over.
At worst well, you know better than I do.
Let's just say certain organs of State Security would be involved.
Mm.
What do you want? I want you to think about everything I've said.
Catch your breath.
In five minutes or so, we'll be into your phone.
I'll be back then.
[chair scrapes floor.]
[door opens.]
- [sighs.]
- [door closes.]
[Tovah.]
The Iranian delegation does everything in groups.
Eat in groups, shop in groups, go for walks in groups.
Not Nafisi.
He's different.
He holds himself apart.
Dines alone, walks the beach alone.
Plus, he gets here two days after the others.
Presumably on the heels of his alleged trip to North Korea.
Nothing "alleged" about it.
We have footage of him boarding a private plane in Tehran, which was then tracked to Samjiyon Airbase.
With a refueling stop in southern Russia.
And I understand a change of aircraft.
You don't really know if he got as far as North Korea, do you? It's the logical conclusion.
I'm not here to draw conclusions.
I'm here to find objective evidence of a parallel nuclear program.
Forgive me, but I have doubts about your objectivity.
Everyone knows you support a deal with Iran.
Just as everyone knows you're already convinced they're cheating on it.
[buzzer, door opens.]
[door closes.]
[buzzer, door unlocks.]
Where's my lawyer? Where's Mr.
Hashem? I need to talk to you about something.
[sighs.]
[chair scrapes floor.]
[chair clatters.]
Sekou, do you remember the judge who ordered us to stay away from Saad? Yeah.
So? I disobeyed the judge's order.
I found Saad.
Why? I thought I could make him admit something that would help us.
Did he? Yes.
But we can't use it.
And he reported me to the FBI.
And as a consequence, the government has withdrawn your plea offer.
I'm sorry.
I wasn't interested in their offer anyway.
Seven years? Forget that.
I don't think you understand.
Understand what? Where's Mr.
Hashem? Sekou, just-- just listen, okay? There is no more plea offer.
Not for seven years, not for three.
The government has decided to take your case to trial.
But we can't go to trial.
Mr.
Hashem said that would be a mistake.
Yeah, I know what he said.
Yeah, he said I could get 15 years.
The thing is, we don't have a choice anymore.
Well, then, tell them that I'll take the plea.
Tell them I will take the seven years.
Just tell them.
It's no longer an option.
I defied a court order.
I am s-- I am so, so sorry.
You're sorry? I could be 40 years old before I get outta here! Look, I will find a way to fix this.
- [slams table.]
- What are you talkin' about?! - Somebody! Get me out of here! - Hey.
I promise you-- Help! Get your hands off of me! [buzzer, door unlocks.]
How could you do this to me? [door closes.]
Feeling better, I hope.
You gonna tell me about your dealings with First Emirates Bank here in Abu Dhabi? [speaks Farsi.]
Joseph.
Open your eye.
- [grunting.]
- Open it.
Open it wide.
- Open it.
There you go.
- [grunts.]
- [click, beep.]
- [Saul.]
Got it.
Good.
Says here you have $120 million line of credit at First Emirates, Little over half of which was accessed in the last week.
So? Compliant banks, correspondent accounts, these are the same tactics used to counter UN sanctions, fund Hezbollah, export your revolution to the rest of the world.
Is that a compliment? [lighter clicks, cellphone thuds.]
What's the money for this time? [exhales.]
You're not Israeli, are you? You're American.
Answer the question.
But I thought we were friends now.
Friends don't sponsor terrorism.
What's the money for? A down payment on a delivery of Russian anti-aircraft batteries.
- [Saul.]
S400? - [Nafisi.]
You've heard of her? Well, of course you have.
She's a beast, no? Not scheduled for deployment till late next year.
Yeah.
We're getting ours early.
How'd you swing that? Apparently, Mr.
Putin believes in discouraging our Zionist neighbors from starting the next World War.
I hope they're listening.
First Emirates Bank is a known facilitator for countries trying to sell parts and technology tied to nuclear weapon systems.
Ah.
So that's what all this is about? Well, that and your recent trip to Samjiyon Airbase.
[chuckles.]
Excuse me, but no.
Now you've got the wrong man.
I've never been to North Korea.
You landed in Irkutsk first, then onward in a different plane to Samjiyon.
I was in Irkutsk to meet with Kremlin officials.
It's where the S400 is manufactured, - for your information.
- And after that, you went to North Korea to discuss a parallel program there.
Fantasy.
You-- you have no evidence of this whatsoever.
What's the range of the S400? More than 250 miles.
- Up to what altitudes? - [Nafisi.]
90,000 feet.
How many targets can it track simultaneously? 300, with the ability to engage 36 of them at any one time.
[photographs rustle.]
I'm I'm free to go? You can go, but you're not free.
[Saul.]
Copies of these photographs can be e-mailed to everyone on your contact list at any time.
Understood? Something you should know.
What? Iran doesn't want a nuclear weapon.
It never did.
- Nonsense.
- It's true.
Three decades of sanctions were killing us.
We had to find a way to get them lifted.
So we started spinning centrifuges.
That got some attention.
So we spun some more.
Even more attention.
In the end, all we had to do was negotiate away a program we never wanted in the first place.
We'll be in touch, Mr.
Nafisi.
[door slams.]
What are you doing? - You're letting him go? - I am.
You believe that bullshit for one minute? - I didn't.
No.
- I don't understand.
The S400 is classified as a defensive weapon.
Iran has every right to buy it under the agreement.
So why is Nafisi drawing funds from a covert account to pay for it? - Exactly.
- [sighs.]
Far more likely, he's transferring the funds directly to the North Koreans, who also use First Emirates as their bank of choice in the UAE.
And you will tell Dar Adal this? I will.
Thank you.
You must be gratified.
And you're disappointed.
Just because I believe in the merits of the deal doesn't mean I'm any less concerned about Iran cheating on it.
[distant clanking.]
[electricity crackles.]
[distant thud.]
[crackling stops.]
[exhales sharply.]
[rumbling.]
[object rolls, thud.]
[blade zings.]
[floorboards creaking.]
[footsteps.]
[lock clicks.]
[clicking.]
[clicking continues.]
[door closes in distance.]
Then it's as we feared? A parallel program? - [cellphone beeps.]
- [Saul.]
Well it was complicated.
I don't understand.
You didn't break him? He was IRGC-trained.
Breaking would have taken days.
We had hours.
Who did the interview? [Saul.]
I just told you, I did.
Goddamn it, Saul.
You should've put Tovah on him.
It was her operation.
She made the call.
Well, what do I tell the President? What do I tell Keane? Just thinking about that.
It's deja vu, Dar.
- We've been here before.
- What do you mean? Well, the last time we were wrong about WMDs, turned into a national nightmare.
Are we wrong here? No, I don't think so, but I didn't think so then either.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Listen, I gotta go.
I'll write up the report on the flight home.
[Dar.]
Good.
I just needed the folder, Mr.
Greenburg.
For the shredder.
Oh, no worries.
I can do it.
- You sure? - Truth is, I love to shred.
[indistinct conversations, folder clatters.]
[whirring.]
[whirring continues.]
[whirring resumes.]
[insects chirping.]
[engine turns off.]
- [switch clicks.]
- [woman.]
Come on, guys.
- [car door closes, switch clicks.]
- [woman.]
Watch yourself.
Honey, uh, take the boys inside.
I'll be in, in a sec, huh? [woman.]
All right.
- [house door opens.]
- Hey, Roger.
Christ, Carrie.
You should've called first.
Old habits.
This is my home.
- I need a favor.
- Of course you do.
I need the transcript of a call placed between these two numbers - within 24 hours of this date.
- No way.
Just listen.
This is a call between an FBI agent and his informant.
- Definitely no way.
- Discussing a kid I represent.
The government's saying he's a terrorist.
He's not.
First of all, we-- we don't have access to actual conversations, just a record of their calls.
- Oh, please.
- Even if we did, this is the kind of thing that kills careers.
I shouldn't even be talking to you.
Come on, Roger.
We went out on some limbs for each other, - way out on some limbs.
- It's different now.
Look, this isn't Baghdad.
Please.
I fucked up this kid's life.
He could get sent away for 15 years.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Bye, Carrie.
I'm gonna text you those numbers anyway.
[house door closes.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[Dar.]
Saul, where the hell are you? About to cross into the West Bank, actually.
What happened? Why the change of plan? Guilt happened.
Your crazy sister, huh? I didn't make it to her husband's funeral last year.
And I am in the neighborhood.
- How long you plan to stay? - [Saul.]
Couple days, or until we murder each other, whichever comes first.
I gotta say, you picked an odd time for it.
I'm just about to go in and brief Keane.
[Saul.]
What are you gonna say? That we're still developing the intel.
Sounds right.
'Bout time you learned to stand - on your own two feet anyway.
- I'm hanging up now.
[cellphone clicks.]
[man.]
Thank you, sir.
[indistinct conversations.]
Yes, sir, I understand [continues indistinctly.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[door opens.]
[indistinct conversations continue.]
Sir.
This way.
- [door closes.]
- [Dar.]
Madame? Sit, please.
I understand you're going to brief me on Abu Dhabi.
That's correct.
And I assume The President's been briefed.
He has.
Last night.
Not by me, but yes, he's up to speed.
Rob's not going anywhere if that's what you're waiting for.
You two broke bread on this subject already.
[glass clinks.]
Where's Mr.
Berenson? He's still in the field.
I wanna talk to him when he gets back.
- If you wish.
- [scoffs.]
I wish.
[pitcher clatters.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news.
It appears Iran is violating the nuclear agreement.
How? By pursuing a parallel program in North Korea.
"Appears to be.
" The evidence is more than credible.
Saul calls it conclusive.
Mr.
Berenson does.
Yes.
How soon before they actually have a weapon? Well, as you're aware, the North Koreans already do.
The issue now is compatibility.
That is, pairing the existing warheads with Iranian ballistic missiles.
Motherfuckers.
[sighs.]
Who else knows about this? The Israelis, of course.
The British.
Jesus.
Just how big does this club get? That's up to the President.
The question is, what's he going to do about it? Okay, what would you do? Call the Iranians out? I would.
Yes.
I'd also impose snapback sanctions, sail the Fifth Fleet into the Strait of Hormuz, stop all this accommodating the enemy.
Is that what you're advising the President to do? I'm not advising him to do anything.
My job is to present intelligence, not recommend policy.
Unless you're asked.
That's right.
Well, you can guess how I feel about your advice.
I'm an old spy, Madame.
I trust old friends.
New ones? Not so much.
Well, I'm gonna try not to take that personally.
That's not what I meant.
I hope not.
Otherwise, you should feel free to ask the Director for someone you're more comfortable with.
You know what? I don't think so.
I think I'll stick with you.
As you wish.
I wish.
[telephone ringing in distance, indistinct conversations.]
- Hey, Carrie.
- Hi.
Is Reda in yet? Haven't seen him.
Some flowers came for you, though.
Flowers? From Mr.
During? Don't know.
They're in your office.
[indistinct conversations continue.]
[envelope rustles.]
- [telephone rings in distance.]
- [woman.]
Good morning.
[woman speaks indistinctly.]
[cellphone chirps.]
[touchscreen chirping.]
[Conlin.]
Did he agree to meet our guy? - [Saad.]
He won't do it.
- [Conlin.]
Work him harder.
- Come on, Conlin.
- You wanna finish your time? You know I don't.
You gotta push him to meet Hafiz.
I'm-- I'm telling you, he flat out refused.
[Conlin.]
Were you wired up when he said all that? [Saad.]
Well, like always.
[Conlin.]
Delete the conversation.
- [Saad.]
What'd you say? - [Conlin.]
You heard me.
- [Conline.]
Delete the recording.
- [cellphone chirps.]
You're really something, Mathison.
I gotta hand it to you.
You are a dog with a fucking bone.
Your own informant tells you the kid is harmless.
And what do you do? You just keep pushing and pushing.
- Who's the one with the bone? - He was on the brink.
Not even close.
Even if he was, when did we start arresting people for crimes they might commit? Somewhere between 9/11 and Orlando.
Is that also when we started fabricating evidence and obstructing justice? [scoffs.]
Look I don't know where you got that tape, but it ain't gonna hold up.
I'll take my chances.
What do you want? All charges dropped.
Ha.
Are you high? Sekou Bah cleared and released by tomorrow morning, or this goes to the Attorney General.
[telephone ringing, indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[engine continues revving.]
[child shouts indistinctly, car approaches.]
[child shouts indistinctly.]
[dog barking in distance, engine idling.]
[car door closes.]
- Saul.
- [chuckles.]
Been too long.
I'll admit, I was surprised to hear from you.
I should've come when Moshe died.
Come.
We'll have a meal, then we can talk.
This way.
I remember.
A lot more houses since the last time I was here.
We've grown.
Almost tripled in size.
View's the same.
Moshe chose this spot so the Arabs could see us every day and know we're never leaving.
I remember that, too.
[insects chirping.]
[Dorit.]
That's Daniel.
His 7th birthday.
That's Jacob, Dabi and Rebecca's third son.
- [Saul.]
Mm.
- [Dorit.]
He's 6 now.
- Looks like his father.
- [chuckles.]
He's always getting into trouble, so naturally, he's my favorite.
[distant rapid gunfire.]
Doesn't that bother you? I don't hear it anymore.
- Now, Saul - [dogs barking in distance.]
Tell me about Mira.
What happened? [dogs continue barking in distance.]
What happens between people.
I made promises and didn't keep them.
She did the same.
I'm sorry.
Seems like a million years ago.
And there's been no one since? No.
[inhales sharply.]
I wish you could stay for Shabbat.
Both boys come with their wives and all the children.
Maybe next time.
I tell them stories about Indiana, being one of eight Jewish families in the entire town.
[chuckles.]
How you were my protector.
[laughs.]
Hey, even when you didn't want my protection.
[chuckles.]
We were so close.
After I married Moshe, you practically disappeared from my life.
I visited when I could.
Afternoon now and then.
Moshe and I saw things differently.
He was my husband.
You could've tried to understand his point of view.
Did he try to understand mine? You could've bent a little for my sake.
There's no bending with a fanatic.
After you met him you changed.
Moshe opened my eyes to the false life that mother and father had us living-- exchanging Christmas presents with the neighbors, doing everything we could not to offend anyone with our Jewishness.
Moshe made me proud to be a Jew.
He turned you against your family.
He brought you to live in a place that's not yours, where you don't belong.
[exhales.]
Please, Saul, let's not do this.
Haven't you driven enough people from their homes already? [sighs.]
Bulldoze their villages, seized their property under laws they had no part in makin'? This land was promised to Abraham.
Ah, yes.
Promise.
A covenant with God made thousands of years ago.
[sighs.]
Doesn't that strike you as a form of insanity? [exhales.]
You don't understand, Saul.
You never have.
I love the life that God has given me.
How can you love making enemies? How can you love knowing that your very presence here makes peace less possible? I have a family, a community, a life filled with faith and purpose.
Saul what do you have? - [gate clanks.]
- Hey.
[horns honks in distance, vehicles passing.]
- What is this, a group home? - Come on, let's go.
What do you want, baby? You wanna party? No, I wanna see your boyfriend, Tommy.
Oh, well he's not gonna give you your money back.
I don't want my money back.
Then what? That's between him and me.
What do you say you and I go eat some Thai instead? Just give me the keys.
[sighs heavily.]
[horn honking in distance.]
[car door closes, engine starts.]
[train tracks rattling.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[engine rumbling.]
[engine turns off, horn honks.]
Baby, don't do this.
- Please? - Which one is his? I can get you what you need, and we can have a good time.
Tommy [voice breaking.]
He will fuck you up.
Now are you going to tell me or do I have to start knocking on doors? Number 18.
Thank you.
[seat belt unlocks, clatters.]
[man shouting indistinctly.]
[vehicles passing.]
[muffled conversation.]
[knocks on door.]
[Tommy.]
Yo, hold on! [lock clicking.]
Clarice ain't here.
Oh, I'm not looking for Clarice.
What then? Business.
[siren wailing in distance, door locks.]
I saw a video of you on YouTube, gettin' gassed in the shower.
- Ah, I haven't seen it.
- Yeah, you lived it, I guess.
- [gun thuds.]
- [sniffs.]
You wanna sit? No, I'm good.
Hey, man, if I knew who you was, I never would've knocked you out.
- Ah.
- But you just kept dancin'.
Yeah, I hear music sometimes.
- [chuckles.]
- [train passing.]
- How much for your gun? - What? I-I wanna buy your gun.
How much? It's not for sale.
I figure you paid $700 for it.
I'll give you $1,500.
$2,000.
[exhales deeply.]
Okay, $2,000.
Uh, with a free bump.
[chuckles.]
Deal.
Oh! Jesus Christ! What the fuck, man?! Fuckin' spaz.
- [smack.]
- [grunts.]
Fuck, man! Aah! [groans.]
So - That's the $2,000 I owe you.
- [Groans.]
Less the $2,000 you stole from me, leaves what? How much I owe you now? Z-zero.
N-nothing.
You're fucking right.
[groans.]
[siren wailing in distance, indistinct conversations.]
[horn honks in distance.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[man.]
Hi, Carrie.
Good evening.
[water spraying.]
[dishes clatters.]
Phone.
You know, I don't know your name.
- Thoms.
- Thoms, I'm Carrie.
It's nice to see you again, Carrie.
Carrie, thank you for coming.
Of course.
Have a seat.
I have been coming here for years.
Aaron proposed to me in this restaurant.
Not here.
Out there, but [whispers.]
I won the place in the divorce.
[chuckles.]
It's almost true.
He got the house in Lake Placid, and I got exclusive rights to the steak au poivre.
- Wine? - Oh, not for me, thanks.
Although, I could use it.
[chuckles.]
Right.
Forgot.
Sorry.
No, no, it's fine.
Let's get business out of the way before we order.
Tell me.
This question with Iran, it could get me stuck in the starting blocks.
I had a visit from Dar Adal.
He outlined some very unpleasant options in the event that Iran has found a way around the IAEA inspections.
And have they? Apparently, that parallel program's underway in North Korea.
Saul Berenson said this.
Mr.
Berenson wasn't in the meeting, but his report called the evidence conclusive.
Really? He used that word, "conclusive"? According to Mr.
Adal, he did.
So you didn't actually see the report yourself.
No.
- Ask for it.
Read it.
- Why? Intelligence officers usually hedge their bets.
It's It's kind of an art form.
We use phrases like "best judgment," or, I don't know, "degree of confidence.
" That's why when George Tenet said "slam dunk," we all sat up in our chairs.
Hmm.
The other thing you need to do, if you don't mind me saying - Please, it's why you're here.
- Reach out to President Morse and make sure he knows that you're unconvinced.
That way, whether the Iranians are cheating on the deal or not, no decision gets made without your input.
[Keane.]
I will.
I'll do that tonight.
And thank you.
You know they say that presidents don't make new friends.
I'm hoping we're the exception that proves the [dog barking in distance.]
[cellphone vibrating.]
[lock turns.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[door clanks.]
[vehicle approaches.]
- [car door closes.]
- [man.]
Get down.
[engine idling.]
I said get down.
[shifts gears, turns off engine.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
Previously on Homeland I'm not getting any better! Can't you get that through your fuckin' skull? - Let me go.
- Let me go.
[Conlin.]
Sekou is under arrest for material support of terrorism.
The government has offered a plea bargain.
But I'm not guilty.
I'm not sure what he's done is even illegal.
[scoffs.]
Do you keep photos of dead American soldiers on your laptop? What I saw was an angry kid.
- Who's down there? - I told you.
Peter Quinn.
He's been in the hospital, and now he's with us for a while.
[Sekou.]
His name is Saad Mahsud.
He's working for the FBI.
Fucking Conlin, he doesn't care about anything.
All he keeps saying is just get him to take the money.
You can fix this.
You can tell the truth.
You fucked up by coming here.
[Clarence.]
You watch Clarice don't run off with that now.
[Clarice.]
Oh, my God.
It's a robbery! Nobody fucking move! [grunts.]
You think I'm advising the next President of the United States? I think her entire national security platform came right out of that head of yours.
We have intel from our partners that the Iranians are cheating on the nuclear deal.
There's an Iranian bag man, Farhad Nafisi.
The Israelis are gonna pick him up.
Dar told me they have evidence of a parallel program - with North Korea.
- Mossad can't be trusted to be even remotely objective on this.
- What do you suggest? - Saul Berenson.
The nuclear arrangement started with Saul.
He wants it to work.
You're going to Abu Dhabi.
The Mossad Operation.
You've really never seen this? [grunts.]
[exhales deeply.]
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.
[PE.]
We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism, we need a new strategy.
[Gil 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! - What's his name again? - 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.
- It's a very alarming charge.
- The Russians hacked our committees.
[woman.]
The continuation of endless war.
[Quinn.]
Can't you get that through your fucking skull? [Scott-Heron.]
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
[Scahill.]
The US continues to engage in a covert war 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? [switch clicks.]
[shirt thuds.]
[grunts.]
[faucet squeaks.]
[gas hissing.]
[door rattles.]
[exhaling sharply.]
[grunting.]
[hissing continues.]
[gagging.]
[screaming.]
- [continues screaming.]
- Quinn.
Quinn.
Quinn! Quinn, it's me.
- [continues screaming.]
- Quinn.
Shh.
- It's me.
It's Carrie.
- [breathing heavily.]
You're okay.
You're okay.
You're in my house.
You're safe.
You're safe.
[breathing heavily.]
Shh.
[exhales deeply.]
That must be some dream.
[exhales deeply.]
[inhales deeply.]
[breathing deeply.]
Just breathe.
[breathing deeply.]
[inhales deeply.]
[exhales deeply.]
Quinn, no.
Quinn, no.
Hey, come on, Quinn! What are you doing? [exhales deeply.]
I-I thought you were-- No, I wasn't.
[scoffs.]
Oh, shit.
[Franny.]
Mommy? Hey, sweetheart? Go back upstairs, okay? Go on.
Mommy will be right there.
[ascending footsteps.]
Okay.
Quinn You're coming down from a lot of medication.
I get that.
But if you're gonna be living in my home with me and my daughter [cellphone vibrates.]
[vibrating.]
- I'm gonna be out all day.
- [cellphone continues vibrating.]
Uh Franny's gonna go with her nanny after school.
- Should I call Max to-- - I don't need a babysitter.
[vibrating continues.]
- Fine.
- [cellphone clicks.]
Reda? I need you in the office now.
- What's goin' on? - Conlin just called to ask why the hell you were harassing his informant.
I expected him to report the meeting.
Which is why you should've avoided him in the first place.
When can you be here? Uh, soon as I get Franny to school.
As fast as you can.
[receiver thuds.]
- [sighs, whispers.]
Fuck.
- [cellphone clicks.]
[engine revving.]
They're still with us.
Police? - No.
SSD.
- Lose 'em.
[tires screeching.]
[engines revving.]
How we doin'? Still there.
[tires screeching.]
[tires screech.]
- Ready? - Ready.
[brakes squeal, indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[indistinct conversations.]
Mr.
Greenburg? [engine idling.]
[indistinct conversations continue.]
Hold on.
[engine revs.]
- [indistinct conversations.]
- [sighs.]
[Reda.]
Hey, you called me.
I'm just having an honest reaction here.
And no, it isn't business as usual.
I'm gonna fight you on this.
Goodbye.
- [receiver thuds.]
- Who was that? Ortiz.
They're withdrawing the plea deal.
- What? - Yeah, we're going to trial.
And that means Sekou's looking at 15 years - in a Federal Supermax.
- Come on, Reda.
- They can't do that, can they? - Withdraw the plea deal? Sure they can, given sufficient grounds.
And defying a court order on an issue of national security is plenty sufficient.
There must be some way to fight this.
How 'bout going back to the judge? It was her order you defied, Carrie.
I hardly think we'll get a friendly audience there.
But Saad told the FBI to back off.
He told them that Sekou was no threat.
They practically had to shove the five grand down his throat, for Chrissake! I mean, surely, we can use that.
How? By putting you on the stand? Last time I checked, you were still a member of the defense team.
Simone was there, too.
She heard everything.
She's the defendant's sister.
Not a credible witness either.
[sighs.]
This isn't the arrangement we made, Carrie.
- What do you mean? - Our partnership.
You were supposed to secure funding, investigate, advise.
What you weren't supposed to do was take matters into your own hands, break the law.
- I'm sorry, Reda.
I fucked up.
- Yeah.
You did.
- Where you going? - Downtown to the MDC - to tell Sekou what's going on.
- No, I'll do it.
That's not necessary.
No.
It's my fault.
I'll tell him.
[engine rumbling.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[woman singing in foreign language.]
[doorbell rings.]
[door creaks.]
[door closes.]
This yours? I share it with a girlfriend.
Very nice.
- Business is good.
- [chuckles.]
You can leave your money over there.
Here.
[inhales slowly.]
[exhales slowly.]
Come on.
There's a killer view from the bedroom window.
[sighs contentedly.]
[door rattles.]
What is this? - [punch lands.]
- [Nafisi grunts.]
[coughs.]
[gasps sharply.]
[grunting.]
[coughs.]
[wheezes.]
[coughing.]
[wheezing.]
Don't try to talk.
You won't be able to for a while.
Probably a good thing, too.
That way, we can skip all the formalities.
You know, demanding to speak to your consul, threatening a grave diplomatic incident, et cetera.
You are Farhad Nafisi, a member of the Iranian delegation to the Ninth International Conference on Applied Aerospace Science and Technology.
Not your only reason for being here, though.
In fact, you've attended very little of the conference.
Truth is, your main purpose here is to negotiate an illegal arms deal on behalf of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps with a little personal business on the side.
[pictures rustling.]
I understand, believe me.
I can only imagine how dismally these would be viewed by your superiors back in Tehran, especially when it's revealed to them that your little Mina is actually Mossad.
At best, your career as a government official is over.
At worst well, you know better than I do.
Let's just say certain organs of State Security would be involved.
Mm.
What do you want? I want you to think about everything I've said.
Catch your breath.
In five minutes or so, we'll be into your phone.
I'll be back then.
[chair scrapes floor.]
[door opens.]
- [sighs.]
- [door closes.]
[Tovah.]
The Iranian delegation does everything in groups.
Eat in groups, shop in groups, go for walks in groups.
Not Nafisi.
He's different.
He holds himself apart.
Dines alone, walks the beach alone.
Plus, he gets here two days after the others.
Presumably on the heels of his alleged trip to North Korea.
Nothing "alleged" about it.
We have footage of him boarding a private plane in Tehran, which was then tracked to Samjiyon Airbase.
With a refueling stop in southern Russia.
And I understand a change of aircraft.
You don't really know if he got as far as North Korea, do you? It's the logical conclusion.
I'm not here to draw conclusions.
I'm here to find objective evidence of a parallel nuclear program.
Forgive me, but I have doubts about your objectivity.
Everyone knows you support a deal with Iran.
Just as everyone knows you're already convinced they're cheating on it.
[buzzer, door opens.]
[door closes.]
[buzzer, door unlocks.]
Where's my lawyer? Where's Mr.
Hashem? I need to talk to you about something.
[sighs.]
[chair scrapes floor.]
[chair clatters.]
Sekou, do you remember the judge who ordered us to stay away from Saad? Yeah.
So? I disobeyed the judge's order.
I found Saad.
Why? I thought I could make him admit something that would help us.
Did he? Yes.
But we can't use it.
And he reported me to the FBI.
And as a consequence, the government has withdrawn your plea offer.
I'm sorry.
I wasn't interested in their offer anyway.
Seven years? Forget that.
I don't think you understand.
Understand what? Where's Mr.
Hashem? Sekou, just-- just listen, okay? There is no more plea offer.
Not for seven years, not for three.
The government has decided to take your case to trial.
But we can't go to trial.
Mr.
Hashem said that would be a mistake.
Yeah, I know what he said.
Yeah, he said I could get 15 years.
The thing is, we don't have a choice anymore.
Well, then, tell them that I'll take the plea.
Tell them I will take the seven years.
Just tell them.
It's no longer an option.
I defied a court order.
I am s-- I am so, so sorry.
You're sorry? I could be 40 years old before I get outta here! Look, I will find a way to fix this.
- [slams table.]
- What are you talkin' about?! - Somebody! Get me out of here! - Hey.
I promise you-- Help! Get your hands off of me! [buzzer, door unlocks.]
How could you do this to me? [door closes.]
Feeling better, I hope.
You gonna tell me about your dealings with First Emirates Bank here in Abu Dhabi? [speaks Farsi.]
Joseph.
Open your eye.
- [grunting.]
- Open it.
Open it wide.
- Open it.
There you go.
- [grunts.]
- [click, beep.]
- [Saul.]
Got it.
Good.
Says here you have $120 million line of credit at First Emirates, Little over half of which was accessed in the last week.
So? Compliant banks, correspondent accounts, these are the same tactics used to counter UN sanctions, fund Hezbollah, export your revolution to the rest of the world.
Is that a compliment? [lighter clicks, cellphone thuds.]
What's the money for this time? [exhales.]
You're not Israeli, are you? You're American.
Answer the question.
But I thought we were friends now.
Friends don't sponsor terrorism.
What's the money for? A down payment on a delivery of Russian anti-aircraft batteries.
- [Saul.]
S400? - [Nafisi.]
You've heard of her? Well, of course you have.
She's a beast, no? Not scheduled for deployment till late next year.
Yeah.
We're getting ours early.
How'd you swing that? Apparently, Mr.
Putin believes in discouraging our Zionist neighbors from starting the next World War.
I hope they're listening.
First Emirates Bank is a known facilitator for countries trying to sell parts and technology tied to nuclear weapon systems.
Ah.
So that's what all this is about? Well, that and your recent trip to Samjiyon Airbase.
[chuckles.]
Excuse me, but no.
Now you've got the wrong man.
I've never been to North Korea.
You landed in Irkutsk first, then onward in a different plane to Samjiyon.
I was in Irkutsk to meet with Kremlin officials.
It's where the S400 is manufactured, - for your information.
- And after that, you went to North Korea to discuss a parallel program there.
Fantasy.
You-- you have no evidence of this whatsoever.
What's the range of the S400? More than 250 miles.
- Up to what altitudes? - [Nafisi.]
90,000 feet.
How many targets can it track simultaneously? 300, with the ability to engage 36 of them at any one time.
[photographs rustle.]
I'm I'm free to go? You can go, but you're not free.
[Saul.]
Copies of these photographs can be e-mailed to everyone on your contact list at any time.
Understood? Something you should know.
What? Iran doesn't want a nuclear weapon.
It never did.
- Nonsense.
- It's true.
Three decades of sanctions were killing us.
We had to find a way to get them lifted.
So we started spinning centrifuges.
That got some attention.
So we spun some more.
Even more attention.
In the end, all we had to do was negotiate away a program we never wanted in the first place.
We'll be in touch, Mr.
Nafisi.
[door slams.]
What are you doing? - You're letting him go? - I am.
You believe that bullshit for one minute? - I didn't.
No.
- I don't understand.
The S400 is classified as a defensive weapon.
Iran has every right to buy it under the agreement.
So why is Nafisi drawing funds from a covert account to pay for it? - Exactly.
- [sighs.]
Far more likely, he's transferring the funds directly to the North Koreans, who also use First Emirates as their bank of choice in the UAE.
And you will tell Dar Adal this? I will.
Thank you.
You must be gratified.
And you're disappointed.
Just because I believe in the merits of the deal doesn't mean I'm any less concerned about Iran cheating on it.
[distant clanking.]
[electricity crackles.]
[distant thud.]
[crackling stops.]
[exhales sharply.]
[rumbling.]
[object rolls, thud.]
[blade zings.]
[floorboards creaking.]
[footsteps.]
[lock clicks.]
[clicking.]
[clicking continues.]
[door closes in distance.]
Then it's as we feared? A parallel program? - [cellphone beeps.]
- [Saul.]
Well it was complicated.
I don't understand.
You didn't break him? He was IRGC-trained.
Breaking would have taken days.
We had hours.
Who did the interview? [Saul.]
I just told you, I did.
Goddamn it, Saul.
You should've put Tovah on him.
It was her operation.
She made the call.
Well, what do I tell the President? What do I tell Keane? Just thinking about that.
It's deja vu, Dar.
- We've been here before.
- What do you mean? Well, the last time we were wrong about WMDs, turned into a national nightmare.
Are we wrong here? No, I don't think so, but I didn't think so then either.
- Sorry to interrupt.
- Listen, I gotta go.
I'll write up the report on the flight home.
[Dar.]
Good.
I just needed the folder, Mr.
Greenburg.
For the shredder.
Oh, no worries.
I can do it.
- You sure? - Truth is, I love to shred.
[indistinct conversations, folder clatters.]
[whirring.]
[whirring continues.]
[whirring resumes.]
[insects chirping.]
[engine turns off.]
- [switch clicks.]
- [woman.]
Come on, guys.
- [car door closes, switch clicks.]
- [woman.]
Watch yourself.
Honey, uh, take the boys inside.
I'll be in, in a sec, huh? [woman.]
All right.
- [house door opens.]
- Hey, Roger.
Christ, Carrie.
You should've called first.
Old habits.
This is my home.
- I need a favor.
- Of course you do.
I need the transcript of a call placed between these two numbers - within 24 hours of this date.
- No way.
Just listen.
This is a call between an FBI agent and his informant.
- Definitely no way.
- Discussing a kid I represent.
The government's saying he's a terrorist.
He's not.
First of all, we-- we don't have access to actual conversations, just a record of their calls.
- Oh, please.
- Even if we did, this is the kind of thing that kills careers.
I shouldn't even be talking to you.
Come on, Roger.
We went out on some limbs for each other, - way out on some limbs.
- It's different now.
Look, this isn't Baghdad.
Please.
I fucked up this kid's life.
He could get sent away for 15 years.
I'm sorry.
I can't.
Bye, Carrie.
I'm gonna text you those numbers anyway.
[house door closes.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[Dar.]
Saul, where the hell are you? About to cross into the West Bank, actually.
What happened? Why the change of plan? Guilt happened.
Your crazy sister, huh? I didn't make it to her husband's funeral last year.
And I am in the neighborhood.
- How long you plan to stay? - [Saul.]
Couple days, or until we murder each other, whichever comes first.
I gotta say, you picked an odd time for it.
I'm just about to go in and brief Keane.
[Saul.]
What are you gonna say? That we're still developing the intel.
Sounds right.
'Bout time you learned to stand - on your own two feet anyway.
- I'm hanging up now.
[cellphone clicks.]
[man.]
Thank you, sir.
[indistinct conversations.]
Yes, sir, I understand [continues indistinctly.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[door opens.]
[indistinct conversations continue.]
Sir.
This way.
- [door closes.]
- [Dar.]
Madame? Sit, please.
I understand you're going to brief me on Abu Dhabi.
That's correct.
And I assume The President's been briefed.
He has.
Last night.
Not by me, but yes, he's up to speed.
Rob's not going anywhere if that's what you're waiting for.
You two broke bread on this subject already.
[glass clinks.]
Where's Mr.
Berenson? He's still in the field.
I wanna talk to him when he gets back.
- If you wish.
- [scoffs.]
I wish.
[pitcher clatters.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news.
It appears Iran is violating the nuclear agreement.
How? By pursuing a parallel program in North Korea.
"Appears to be.
" The evidence is more than credible.
Saul calls it conclusive.
Mr.
Berenson does.
Yes.
How soon before they actually have a weapon? Well, as you're aware, the North Koreans already do.
The issue now is compatibility.
That is, pairing the existing warheads with Iranian ballistic missiles.
Motherfuckers.
[sighs.]
Who else knows about this? The Israelis, of course.
The British.
Jesus.
Just how big does this club get? That's up to the President.
The question is, what's he going to do about it? Okay, what would you do? Call the Iranians out? I would.
Yes.
I'd also impose snapback sanctions, sail the Fifth Fleet into the Strait of Hormuz, stop all this accommodating the enemy.
Is that what you're advising the President to do? I'm not advising him to do anything.
My job is to present intelligence, not recommend policy.
Unless you're asked.
That's right.
Well, you can guess how I feel about your advice.
I'm an old spy, Madame.
I trust old friends.
New ones? Not so much.
Well, I'm gonna try not to take that personally.
That's not what I meant.
I hope not.
Otherwise, you should feel free to ask the Director for someone you're more comfortable with.
You know what? I don't think so.
I think I'll stick with you.
As you wish.
I wish.
[telephone ringing in distance, indistinct conversations.]
- Hey, Carrie.
- Hi.
Is Reda in yet? Haven't seen him.
Some flowers came for you, though.
Flowers? From Mr.
During? Don't know.
They're in your office.
[indistinct conversations continue.]
[envelope rustles.]
- [telephone rings in distance.]
- [woman.]
Good morning.
[woman speaks indistinctly.]
[cellphone chirps.]
[touchscreen chirping.]
[Conlin.]
Did he agree to meet our guy? - [Saad.]
He won't do it.
- [Conlin.]
Work him harder.
- Come on, Conlin.
- You wanna finish your time? You know I don't.
You gotta push him to meet Hafiz.
I'm-- I'm telling you, he flat out refused.
[Conlin.]
Were you wired up when he said all that? [Saad.]
Well, like always.
[Conlin.]
Delete the conversation.
- [Saad.]
What'd you say? - [Conlin.]
You heard me.
- [Conline.]
Delete the recording.
- [cellphone chirps.]
You're really something, Mathison.
I gotta hand it to you.
You are a dog with a fucking bone.
Your own informant tells you the kid is harmless.
And what do you do? You just keep pushing and pushing.
- Who's the one with the bone? - He was on the brink.
Not even close.
Even if he was, when did we start arresting people for crimes they might commit? Somewhere between 9/11 and Orlando.
Is that also when we started fabricating evidence and obstructing justice? [scoffs.]
Look I don't know where you got that tape, but it ain't gonna hold up.
I'll take my chances.
What do you want? All charges dropped.
Ha.
Are you high? Sekou Bah cleared and released by tomorrow morning, or this goes to the Attorney General.
[telephone ringing, indistinct conversations.]
[engine revving.]
[engine continues revving.]
[child shouts indistinctly, car approaches.]
[child shouts indistinctly.]
[dog barking in distance, engine idling.]
[car door closes.]
- Saul.
- [chuckles.]
Been too long.
I'll admit, I was surprised to hear from you.
I should've come when Moshe died.
Come.
We'll have a meal, then we can talk.
This way.
I remember.
A lot more houses since the last time I was here.
We've grown.
Almost tripled in size.
View's the same.
Moshe chose this spot so the Arabs could see us every day and know we're never leaving.
I remember that, too.
[insects chirping.]
[Dorit.]
That's Daniel.
His 7th birthday.
That's Jacob, Dabi and Rebecca's third son.
- [Saul.]
Mm.
- [Dorit.]
He's 6 now.
- Looks like his father.
- [chuckles.]
He's always getting into trouble, so naturally, he's my favorite.
[distant rapid gunfire.]
Doesn't that bother you? I don't hear it anymore.
- Now, Saul - [dogs barking in distance.]
Tell me about Mira.
What happened? [dogs continue barking in distance.]
What happens between people.
I made promises and didn't keep them.
She did the same.
I'm sorry.
Seems like a million years ago.
And there's been no one since? No.
[inhales sharply.]
I wish you could stay for Shabbat.
Both boys come with their wives and all the children.
Maybe next time.
I tell them stories about Indiana, being one of eight Jewish families in the entire town.
[chuckles.]
How you were my protector.
[laughs.]
Hey, even when you didn't want my protection.
[chuckles.]
We were so close.
After I married Moshe, you practically disappeared from my life.
I visited when I could.
Afternoon now and then.
Moshe and I saw things differently.
He was my husband.
You could've tried to understand his point of view.
Did he try to understand mine? You could've bent a little for my sake.
There's no bending with a fanatic.
After you met him you changed.
Moshe opened my eyes to the false life that mother and father had us living-- exchanging Christmas presents with the neighbors, doing everything we could not to offend anyone with our Jewishness.
Moshe made me proud to be a Jew.
He turned you against your family.
He brought you to live in a place that's not yours, where you don't belong.
[exhales.]
Please, Saul, let's not do this.
Haven't you driven enough people from their homes already? [sighs.]
Bulldoze their villages, seized their property under laws they had no part in makin'? This land was promised to Abraham.
Ah, yes.
Promise.
A covenant with God made thousands of years ago.
[sighs.]
Doesn't that strike you as a form of insanity? [exhales.]
You don't understand, Saul.
You never have.
I love the life that God has given me.
How can you love making enemies? How can you love knowing that your very presence here makes peace less possible? I have a family, a community, a life filled with faith and purpose.
Saul what do you have? - [gate clanks.]
- Hey.
[horns honks in distance, vehicles passing.]
- What is this, a group home? - Come on, let's go.
What do you want, baby? You wanna party? No, I wanna see your boyfriend, Tommy.
Oh, well he's not gonna give you your money back.
I don't want my money back.
Then what? That's between him and me.
What do you say you and I go eat some Thai instead? Just give me the keys.
[sighs heavily.]
[horn honking in distance.]
[car door closes, engine starts.]
[train tracks rattling.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[engine rumbling.]
[engine turns off, horn honks.]
Baby, don't do this.
- Please? - Which one is his? I can get you what you need, and we can have a good time.
Tommy [voice breaking.]
He will fuck you up.
Now are you going to tell me or do I have to start knocking on doors? Number 18.
Thank you.
[seat belt unlocks, clatters.]
[man shouting indistinctly.]
[vehicles passing.]
[muffled conversation.]
[knocks on door.]
[Tommy.]
Yo, hold on! [lock clicking.]
Clarice ain't here.
Oh, I'm not looking for Clarice.
What then? Business.
[siren wailing in distance, door locks.]
I saw a video of you on YouTube, gettin' gassed in the shower.
- Ah, I haven't seen it.
- Yeah, you lived it, I guess.
- [gun thuds.]
- [sniffs.]
You wanna sit? No, I'm good.
Hey, man, if I knew who you was, I never would've knocked you out.
- Ah.
- But you just kept dancin'.
Yeah, I hear music sometimes.
- [chuckles.]
- [train passing.]
- How much for your gun? - What? I-I wanna buy your gun.
How much? It's not for sale.
I figure you paid $700 for it.
I'll give you $1,500.
$2,000.
[exhales deeply.]
Okay, $2,000.
Uh, with a free bump.
[chuckles.]
Deal.
Oh! Jesus Christ! What the fuck, man?! Fuckin' spaz.
- [smack.]
- [grunts.]
Fuck, man! Aah! [groans.]
So - That's the $2,000 I owe you.
- [Groans.]
Less the $2,000 you stole from me, leaves what? How much I owe you now? Z-zero.
N-nothing.
You're fucking right.
[groans.]
[siren wailing in distance, indistinct conversations.]
[horn honks in distance.]
[indistinct conversations.]
[man.]
Hi, Carrie.
Good evening.
[water spraying.]
[dishes clatters.]
Phone.
You know, I don't know your name.
- Thoms.
- Thoms, I'm Carrie.
It's nice to see you again, Carrie.
Carrie, thank you for coming.
Of course.
Have a seat.
I have been coming here for years.
Aaron proposed to me in this restaurant.
Not here.
Out there, but [whispers.]
I won the place in the divorce.
[chuckles.]
It's almost true.
He got the house in Lake Placid, and I got exclusive rights to the steak au poivre.
- Wine? - Oh, not for me, thanks.
Although, I could use it.
[chuckles.]
Right.
Forgot.
Sorry.
No, no, it's fine.
Let's get business out of the way before we order.
Tell me.
This question with Iran, it could get me stuck in the starting blocks.
I had a visit from Dar Adal.
He outlined some very unpleasant options in the event that Iran has found a way around the IAEA inspections.
And have they? Apparently, that parallel program's underway in North Korea.
Saul Berenson said this.
Mr.
Berenson wasn't in the meeting, but his report called the evidence conclusive.
Really? He used that word, "conclusive"? According to Mr.
Adal, he did.
So you didn't actually see the report yourself.
No.
- Ask for it.
Read it.
- Why? Intelligence officers usually hedge their bets.
It's It's kind of an art form.
We use phrases like "best judgment," or, I don't know, "degree of confidence.
" That's why when George Tenet said "slam dunk," we all sat up in our chairs.
Hmm.
The other thing you need to do, if you don't mind me saying - Please, it's why you're here.
- Reach out to President Morse and make sure he knows that you're unconvinced.
That way, whether the Iranians are cheating on the deal or not, no decision gets made without your input.
[Keane.]
I will.
I'll do that tonight.
And thank you.
You know they say that presidents don't make new friends.
I'm hoping we're the exception that proves the [dog barking in distance.]
[cellphone vibrating.]
[lock turns.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[door clanks.]
[vehicle approaches.]
- [car door closes.]
- [man.]
Get down.
[engine idling.]
I said get down.
[shifts gears, turns off engine.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]