Homeland s06e04 Episode Script

A Flash Of Light

1 SAUL: Previously on Homeland (footsteps overhead) (tense music plays) REDA: Conlin just called to ask why the hell you were harassing his informant.
I disobeyed the judge's order.
There is no more plea offer.
I could be 40 years old before I get outta here! I will find a way to fix this.
I need the transcript of a call placed between these two numbers within 24 hours of this date.
CONLIN: You gotta push him to meet Hafiz.
SAAD: I'm telling you, he flat out refused.
- CONLIN: Delete the recording.
- What do you want? Sekou Bah cleared and released by tomorrow morning, or this goes to the Attorney General.
Your main purpose here is to negotiate an illegal arms deal.
No.
Now you've got the wrong man.
DAR: Then it's as we feared, a parallel program? - (touchscreen clicks) - SAUL: Well it was complicated.
DAR: Where the hell are you? About to cross into the West Bank, actually.
- Your crazy sister, huh? - I am in the neighborhood.
I gotta say, you picked an odd time for it.
It appears Iran is violating the nuclear agreement.
The evidence is more than credible.
Saul calls it conclusive.
He used that word, "conclusive"? According to Mr.
Adal, he did.
CARRIE: So you didn't actually see the report yourself.
- Saul.
- (chuckles) Been too long.
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 there might be another way to look at it that you have not been shown.
PROTESTERS: NYPD! SCAHILL: The brutality against protesters, the para-militarization of law enforcement.
CARRIE: That's why we have to keep trying.
P.
E.
: We don't need a police state in this country to fight terrorism.
We need a new strategy.
SCOTT-HERON: The revolution will not be televised.
GREENWALD: the system of indefinite detention SCAHILL: FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities DeMARCO: Security.
Got an agitated non-compliant patient.
- Get away from me! - What's his name again? - Peter Quinn.
- Peter Quinn.
SCOTT-HERON: You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.
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? (tense music plays) (static hisses) (three static hisses) (engine revving) What's going on? What the What are you doing? Easy! - (grunts) - Take it fuckin' easy! - (speaks Arabic) - What are you doing? (camera shutter clicks) Seeing if you are the right man.
MAN: Sekou! Sekou! How does it feel to be free? - Sekou, why did they let you go? - Sekou, is it true you were - recruited by ISIS? - Mr.
Hashem, why did the FBI drop the charges? Did you do a deal? We have no comment at this time.
Sekou, what were the terms of your release? MAN: What do you say to your social media profile? Did you provide names of other radicals? MAN: Does your family know you're free? (reporters speaking at once) WOMAN: Sekou, is it true your father radicalized you? Come on, Reda.
Were you surprised the Feds let him go? Not at all.
There was no merit to the charges.
This outcome confirms what we've been saying all along about this and other predatory prosecutions.
They are sham cases only meant to convince the public that the FBI is keeping them safe.
(reporters resume shouting at once) - (car horn honks) - Does his family know he's free? Will somebody please tell me what just happened? You got out.
- I can see that.
But-- - You got out on one condition.
- What? - No press, no interviews.
- We keep our mouths shut.
- Why? Because that's the deal.
The US Attorney will make a statement that there was insufficient evidence to bring an indictment.
Can you live with that? I'm out, aren't I? You'll wanna take the first question from John Mansfield.
Front row, second seat on your left.
- Why? - Because he's from the Post, and if you call on anyone else, the first question'll be about what the Times just put up online.
Show me.
"According to sources at the CIA, there's growing concern among career intelligence officers that President-elect Keane is willfully disregarding warnings that Iran is violating the terms of the nuclear deal.
" Christ.
It gets worse.
"These same sources report that even after classified briefings on the subject, Ms.
Keane seems determined to take a more accommodating approach towards suspected state sponsors of terrorism.
" - It's an ambush.
- Yeah, and perfectly timed-- just ten minutes before our daily presser.
(indistinct conversations in distance) I can buy you a few minutes if you wanna get your head together.
Yeah.
Do that.
(indistinct conversations) Madame President-elect-- So that's what you think I'm going to do.
- Excuse me? - Accommodate terrorism - and the states that sponsor it.
- So you've seen the Times.
I will not have my agenda mischaracterized and undermined before I even take office.
My deepest apologies, on behalf of the entire-- I'm not interested in your apologies.
I want Saul Berenson's report on the Abu Dhabi operation on my desk immediately.
I'm afraid that's not up to me.
The President would have to-- I've spoken to the President.
He and I agree.
There will be no rush to judgment on the Iran issue, no reimposing of sanctions, no Fifth Fleet steaming into the Straight of Hormuz.
And that's exactly what I intend to tell them in there.
If you think it's wise to tie the President's hands so publicly What's not wise is peddling unverified and politically motivated horseshit to the press.
And if you can't find me the "career officers" responsible, I'll get someone who can.
(indistinct conversations) (door creaks) (indistinct conversations in distance) (unlocks door) (door creaks) - ALL: Surprise! - Oh! - Oh! Sekou! - (laughter) - Oh, my God.
What-- - Oh, my sweet boy! - Oh, Mom! - Ah! I thought I'd lost you.
- No, no, no, Mom, I'm home.
- (sighs deeply) - I didn't do anything wrong.
- I know.
I know, I know.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
- (chuckles) (indistinct conversations, laughter) You seem less than pleased.
No.
No, it's good.
It's a it's a happy ending.
(laughter) (Segun Adewale's "Ojo Je" playing on stereo) (indistinct conversations) I'm just wondering how the hell you pulled it off.
(sighs deeply) It's better you don't know.
Trust me.
As long as this doesn't come back and bite us in the ass.
- It won't.
- Well, we're gonna be asked why we're not bringing a civil suit, that's for sure, why we're not sending a clear message to law enforcement.
Oh, I I think they got the message.
Oh.
What about Sekou? Doesn't he deserve to be compensated? (indistinct conversations) Of course he does.
But look at him.
He was facing 15 years, and now he's free.
This time, that's gonna have to be enough.
Don't you think we should've had this conversation before you did the deal with Conlin? - (cellphone vibrating) - (sighs) (touchscreen clicks, cellphone bloops) A win is a win, Reda.
Can't we just leave it at that? Maybe.
This time.
But I can't keep working this way.
This isn't one of your missions in Pakistan or Germany, Carrie.
And Fair Trial is not a clandestine organization.
- I know.
- We're a non-profit that provides legal services and representation legally.
(indistinct conversations continue) You made your point.
It won't happen again.
(laughter) (sighs deeply) Listen, um, something's come up.
I-I gotta run.
Can you s-- tell everyone I said goodbye? Yeah.
Sure.
(Sekou speaks indistinctly) (indistinct conversations) (indistinct conversations and music continue in distance) Mr.
Hashem, you haven't eaten a thing.
Here.
Don't mind if I do.
So Simone told me you got me my job back.
- Yeah, we did.
- That's awesome.
Thank you.
Well, your boss is expecting you tomorrow morning, bright and early.
- That is not so awesome.
- 5 AM deliveries? Yuck.
I know.
Hey! What's good, man? - What's up, brother? - How you doin'? I'm good, man.
Good to see you.
All right.
What's up, man? - Good to see you home so soon.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- Hey.
We'll chat later.
- Mr.
Hashem, thank you.
My pleasure.
- Who's that? - Oh, that's my lawyer.
- Whoa.
- Sheesh! - Boy's got his own lawyer now.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Nah, nah, nah.
- Damn! - Nah, nah, nah.
- He's cool.
He's cool.
- How'd he get you out, anyways? It was bullshit.
They didn't have a case.
You got lucky then.
Yeah, you did.
- Ah, you're telling me, hey.
- Real lucky.
- Yeah.
- No one gets out.
- Mnh-mnh.
- Not for terrorism stuff.
Hey, Mr.
FBI, how it's going, pal? What? - Just sayin' - You're just sayin' what? Just want everyone here to know that (loudly) I'm a law-abiding citizen.
- MBENGAH: Mm-hmm.
- You serious right now? We're just messing with you, man.
Don't worry 'bout it.
- Right.
- (Hakim chuckles) Um I'm-a get a refill.
Cool.
(indistinct conversations continue) WOMAN: Okay.
(giggles) (chair wheels rattle) (knock on door) SIMONE: Sekou, are you okay? I'll be right there.
(taps key) Hey, I'm back.
You're probably wondering, "How the hell did he get out?" Well, the first thing I wanna say is, I did not do a deal with the FBI.
I'm no informant.
One of the first concepts I learned in Islam is that of brotherhood, that each Muslim woman is my sister, each man my brother, and that together, we are one large body who must protect each other.
(engine rumbling) (suspenseful music plays) (brakes squeal) (engine turns off) - MAN: Down.
- What? - Down.
- What the fuck is this? Quiet.
(lighter clicks) (lighter snaps closed) Majid? (breathes deeply) Still smoking those damn things, are ya? (shoe scuffs) Even when they showed me your picture, I couldn't believe it.
Demanding that I come here, putting everything at risk? - It's already at risk.
- This is not safe, Saul.
Ten miles from the border? The Israelis catch you, they'll just ask you some awkward questions.
Me-- they'll put me against the wall and shoot.
So what justifies this, huh? Tell me.
I was in Abu Dhabi two days ago.
I met an Iranian there.
- Farhad Nafisi.
- The banker? He's been important in the past, moving money for your nuclear weapons program.
Is that why we're here? (whispers) Goddamn it, Majid.
(normal voice) Are you cheating on the deal or not? Last week Nafisi flew by private jet to Samjiyon airbase in North Korea.
- He told you this? - He confirmed it.
In addition to the trip to Samjiyon, he had business with First Emirates in Abu Dhabi to the tune of 120 million dollars.
You sound convinced already.
So why are you here asking me? (chuckles) We started something, Majid.
Three years ago, you and I did.
Together.
Something between our two countries that succeeded beyond our wildest dreams.
We didn't start anything "together.
" You put a gun to my head and threatened to expose me to my own service.
I went along because I had no choice.
Do you remember that? - Is that how you see it? - That's how it was.
Are we cheating on the agreement, a parallel program with North Korea? Is that what you're asking? Saul, what does it matter anyway? Half your country will wake up tomorrow convinced that we're cheating, and half of mine will wake up chanting, "Death to America.
" I still need the truth.
That is the truth.
Only you would call it succeeding.
I forced you into this.
You're right about that.
- Yes.
- But I think you take more pride in what we accomplished than you let on.
- (stamps out cigarette) - (exhales slowly) So I'm asking you one last thing.
Find out about Nafisi.
Get me the real answer.
Because the truth does matter.
I will make it matter.
That's a promise.
(speaks Farsi) Well? (chuckles) Just when I thought my part in this play was written.
(scoffs) Thank you.
Don't thank me yet.
The news might not be so good.
(sighs, speaks indistinctly ) (electricity humming) (suspenseful music plays) (click) (clicking) (click) (clip clicks) (electricity continues humming) Ma'am.
(Rob speaks indistinctly) (door closes) Carrie, thank you for coming so quickly.
Of course.
Is there a problem? Your friend Dar Adal.
Hardly my friend.
(scoffs) - What happened? - I took your advice.
I spoke to the President last night, told him my doubts about the Iranian Intel.
He agreed not to provoke a crisis before I'm sworn in.
(exhales deeply) That's good.
Dar didn't like being outmaneuvered.
- This was his reaction.
- Yeah, I saw.
I think we handled it in the press conference, but you know better than anyone, Dar will come back at us.
The danger being that he inflicts some permanent damage to our agenda.
We need to shut him down, or at least have that option available to us.
How? We were hoping you may have some ideas.
Anything we can use to leverage him.
Leverage him.
You said he ran black ops at the agency for over two decades.
There must be something.
It's a big ask, I know.
It's more than that.
Uh It opens me up to prosecution for breach of the agreements I signed when I left the Agency.
I don't think it would ever come to that.
But if it did, I promise you, you'd never spend a day in prison.
Somehow that's not making me feel any better.
Come on, Carrie.
We both knew this wasn't gonna be easy.
I was an intelligence officer for over ten years.
Even Dar Adal had my back sometimes.
You're loyal to people.
I get that.
I admire it.
Nobody wants to be a whistle-blower.
Whatever you give us, we use only as a threat.
Keep him in line.
You threaten, you have to be ready to follow through.
Plus whatever I tell you, Saul Berenson gets caught in the crossfire.
So you do have something.
Look at the stakes here, Carrie.
We're talking wholesale reform of the CIA.
Not for the faint of heart.
- I know.
- Your reforms, Carrie.
- Your ideas.
- I know.
And what is the use of being in power if you can't correct things that are demonstrably bad for America and wrong for the world? (pensive music plays) (sighs heavily) (tense music plays) (doorbells ringing) (ringing continues) (buzzer) (doorknob rattles) - (hairpin clatters) - (sighs) (hairpin scraping) (scraping continues) (click, lock turns) (door creaks) Who are you? Uh, wrong address.
I'm delivering it.
- Where do you live? - Across the (breathing heavily) I see you in here again, I call the police.
I just (sighs) (door opens) (children shouting playfully) Oh.
Here she is.
Hey, munchkin! Oh! Uhh! Hey! How was your day? How was your day? On the whole, good, but better now.
Mwah.
(children continue shouting playfully) Are you okay, Mommy? Okay, Franny, can you play a little bit longer? Five more minutes? (horn honks in distance) What a pretty child.
Striking hair.
- What are you doing here? - All things considered, I thought this would be better than showing up at your home.
What do you want? A word in your ear about the President-elect.
I know you've been meeting with her.
Yeah.
Saul came to me with the same theory.
Carrie, I'm not Saul.
I know.
You were introduced by Otto During in Berlin at the ambassador's residence.
You hit it off, and you began secretly advising her campaign when you moved back to New York.
I'm a friend, not an advisor.
Whatever you want to call it, you're doing her no favors.
Isn't that for her to decide? How long has it been since you left the Agency? - Three years? - Less.
I don't care if it's been three days.
The minute you step out that door, you're frozen in time, and so is what you think you know.
I'm an ex-spy, Dar.
I-I don't pretend to be anything more than that.
Then stop the bad advice.
How can you be so sure Iran's not building a bomb in North Korea? I can't, but neither can you be so sure they are.
And that's the point, isn't it? I came to you as a friend, Carrie, an admirer even, and I'm telling you this in the same spirit-- - stand down.
- No, you stand down.
You had your turn-- 50 fucking years of it, and look where we are now.
You stand down.
I don't think you understand how vulnerable you are.
I don't think you do.
Mommy, can we go now? Yes, sweetheart, we can.
Nice talking to you, Carrie.
Think about what I said.
- What's wrong, Mommy? - Nothing.
(dog barking in distance) (door creaks) Saul.
Where have you been? I went for a walk.
Couldn't sleep.
(sighs) I was worried.
Sorry.
I just wanted some fresh air.
Don't lie to me, Saul.
I couldn't sleep either.
I saw you from my window.
You went down into the valley.
You went across.
What do you say I pack first? Then we can have some breakfast and talk, okay? (plate clatters) (chair clatters) So who were you meeting? You know I can't tell you that.
I suppose he was an Arab.
Why do you always take their side? - I don't.
- (scoffs) I don't wanna argue.
I'm just sad that the only time you come to see me in 12 years, it was a cover for your work.
I did want to see you.
I'm not an idiot, Saul.
I've been meaning to.
That's the honest truth.
How do you think it makes me feel? You're right.
I'm sorry.
Stop saying sorry.
Sorry doesn't help.
(doorbell rings) Must be my taxi.
Etai.
What a surprise.
For me, more of a disappointment that you didn't tell me you were coming.
- It was a last-minute decision.
- Obviously.
- Come in, Etai.
- No time.
You'll be late for your flight.
Allow us to drive you.
- Not necessary.
I called a cab.
- Please, I insist.
DORIT: Etai.
Dorit.
Nice to see you again.
And what a treat, Saul coming to visit you at long last.
- Yes.
- But so sad he has to leave so soon.
He's an important man, like you.
And what did you do, may I ask, on your one night together? Talked, mostly.
Lot of catching up to do.
I bet.
Must have been up late.
- Till 3:00, 3:30.
- Just the two of you, was it? No dinner guests, unexpected visitors? Just us.
Saul didn't step out for a few hours, did he? Take a walk under the stars? At 4 in the morning? Why? What's going on? Oh, nothing to worry about.
Some activity in the area.
I thought you might have noticed something.
No.
You know, now I really am gonna be late for my flight.
Etai has offered to drive me.
Goodbye, Saul.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
(whispers) Shalom.
Shalom.
(kisses cheek) (melancholy music plays) (Saul speaks indistinctly) (car trunk opens and closes) (Saul grunts) (engine starts) Hey, how about some air back here? It's like a furnace.
You're not going to answer my questions, are you? Not until you tell me who I'm supposed to have been meeting with.
Okay, we'll do it your way.
There were reports last night of a senior Rev Guard officer crossing the Jordanian border.
Impossible.
No ranking Iranian would take a risk like that.
Yet there he was, in the West Bank, - at the same time as you.
- I was visiting my sister.
Whom you haven't seen in more than a decade, and who gets the pleasure of your company for less than a day.
Because I have to get back to the States.
I'm on the transition team.
I'm afraid the President-elect will have to do without you for a while.
Excuse me? Your flight was cancelled.
Mechanical problem.
Unbelievable.
(front door opens) (door creaks) (door creaks closed) - FRANNY: Hi, Peter.
- Hi.
- Have you had your snack yet? - No.
(singsongy) Well, it's snack time! Y-you-- you-- you're 14 minutes late.
- I'm sorry.
- But I was worried.
- You should call.
- Well, don't worry.
I was with Franny.
We were fine.
FRANNY: A man came to school, and he had painted hair, and he scared Mommy.
- No, he didn't, sweetheart.
- (opens drawer) Dar Adal.
- What did he want? - Not now, Quinn, please.
Okay, then when? Because there's one other thing.
Because in the apartment across the street, somebody's watching.
I saw, by the window, the these-- these small, in the carpet, small holes.
No, not holes.
- Like small squares.
- You were in the apartment? Quinn, what the fu-- (cellphone rings) - (ring) - (scoffs) - (cellphone beeps) - Yeah.
Reda, hi.
I'm on my way to the courthouse.
You need to get over to Sekou's right away.
Why? What's happened? REDA: He's been online again.
There's a new video - posted to his website.
- Uh, h-hold on.
- What kind of video? - It's bad.
He's outed Saad Mahsud as an FBI informant.
The guy's picture's all over the Internet.
Carrie, did you hear me? He's in direct violation of the terms of our deal.
- Yeah, I heard you.
- No telling how the Feds will react.
You need to get over there, tell him to take it down.
I got a prelim hearing on Nawaz right now, but I'll be over there - as soon as I can.
- On my way.
(cellphone clicks) (sighs) (elevator whirs and clanks) (door creaks) (door knocker clacks) (unlocks door) (door creaks) Hi.
Can I come in? I saw the new post on your website.
- You need to take it down.
- No.
I told you, the deal was to keep your mouth shut.
I never agreed to that.
I never signed anything.
Well, then you're opening yourself up to re-arrest.
For what? Exposing an FBI informant, for one thing.
That asshole? He deserves what's comin'.
It's you I'm worried about.
Well, do me a favor.
Don't be.
Why do you do it? Why do you post all that ugliness up online? What are you talking about? Photos of fallen American soldiers, links to suicide bombers in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Why why do you do that? I have a right to post what I want.
Well, I'm not saying it's against the law.
- I'm saying it's ugly.
- It's meant to be.
It's meant to shock people, wake them up to what's happening in the Middle East.
If somebody breaks in your home, logic dictates you do whatever it takes to get them out.
You have no idea who I am, do you? I'm just some blonde lady who works with Reda.
Basically.
Would it surprise you to know that I sympathize with what you just said about defending your home? Except for when that home is in a Muslim land, and the invader is the US military.
Then it's terrorists killing Americans.
No, I I get that argument, too.
But I also have friends who lost their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan.
So those images that you say are meant to shock, they deeply offend me.
Good.
You're 20 years old and angry, so I'm gonna forgive you for saying that.
What do you want? I told you, take down the video.
Can't do that.
You leave it up, and you're just waving a red flag in front of the FBI and thumbing your nose at all the people who believed in you.
Sorry.
If you believed in me, you wouldn't keep telling me to keep my mouth shut.
(sighs deeply) Sekou How do you think we got those charges against you dropped? Because they were bullshit, and the FBI-- they knew it.
So they just saw the light of day and let you go out of the goodness of their hearts.
What are you saying? I'm saying (sighs) pressure was applied.
I applied it.
I made people do things that could put them in jail, that could put me in jail.
What? You're not buyin' it? No.
Why not? Why would you do something like that for me? Because it's the right thing to do.
Because this whole country went stupid-crazy after 9/11, and no one knows that better than I do.
(engine revving) (indistinct conversations) (engine revving) What now? Tovah will be here in the morning.
In the morning.
It's like that, is it? (sighs) You fuck with us, we fuck with you.
Why you so angry, Etai? I don't like being lied to, especially by my friends.
You're in the wrong business.
Listen, if I knew for a fact Iran was close to a nuclear weapon, I'd tell you.
Define "close.
" Is ten years too close? Because best case scenario, Iran has a bomb in ten years.
A lot can happen between now and then.
I live here, Saul.
You don't.
And the question I keep asking myself is this-- should we pack up and leave before it's too late? All eight million of us? Should we go back to the ghettos of Europe and Asia and wait for the next pogrom? Or just pray it doesn't happen here first, in a flash of light? (door creaks) (lock clanks) (horn honking in distance ) (vehicle passing) (camera shutter clicking) (clicking continues) (engine idling) (door creaks) (door creaks) (front door closes) - (engine starts in distance) - Quinn? (engine revs) (siren wailing in distance) (camera shutter clicking) (engine revs) (shifts gears) (engine idling) (horns honking in distance) (siren whoops) Read the sign, buddy.
No parking.
My bad.
Sorry.
(horns honking in distance) (engine starts and revs) (camera shutter clicking) - Sekou.
- (lamp switch clicks) Sekou, it's time to get up, huh? - Come on.
- (sighs) Mm.
(sipping) It's so good to have you home.
(pats leg) (man shouting indistinctly) (wheels clack) (indistinct conversations) You have a nice day.
HAKIM: Yo, Sekou.
How you doin'? - Hangin' in.
- I saw what you posted.
Yeah, exposing that motherfucker was a public service.
Well, now he can't fool anybody else.
You took it down, though.
- I had to.
- Yeah? Yeah.
I didn't wanna go back to prison.
(scoffs) You know, you believe what you want, man.
Yeah, I took it down, but once that boy's face went up online, you can't undo that shit.
Oh, he's right.
It's everywhere now.
Gotta choose your battles.
So we cool? Yeah, we cool.
(palms slap) (horns honk in distance) (alert chiming) (engine starts) (seat belt clicks) (reverse alert beeping) (utensil clinks) (door opens) (door closes) - Coffee's fresh.
- I couldn't sleep.
- I took your car.
- Yeah, I saw.
Where did you go? I followed someone.
The man from the apartment across the street.
- Quinn, not this again.
- At 2:14 AM, he went out.
I took your car.
I followed him.
So where did he go? A parking lot in Long Island City.
He had a key to the padlock.
So, what, he's a security guard? (mug clinks) Hey, Franny, finish your fruit, okay? (mug clatters) (turns on radio) MAN: go against us, might beat you with the defense, we defeat you your fans look sad in the bleachers you should've came with your "A" game you wasn't ready, and it's such a shame when it's game time, you know it's on I got my game face on and my D's strong (chime) - (explosion) - Uhh! (debris thuds, alarm blaring) (horn blaring) (people screaming) (door opens) - What is it? - You're needed back home.
There's been an attack in New York.
(tense music plays) (helicopter blades whirring) (sirens wailing)
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