Homeland (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Weekend - full transcript

Air and naval forces
of the United States...

launched a series of strikes
against terrorist facilities-

Pan Am Flight 103 crashed
into the town of Lockerbie.

He has sanctioned acts of
terror in Africa, Europe and the Middle East.

This will not stand,
this aggression against Kuwait.

...his relentless pursuit of terror.

- We will make no distinction-
- The U.S.S. Cole
was attacked while refueling-

This was an act of terrorism.

It was a despicable and cowardly act.

The next number we're gonna play for you
is one of the good ol' favorites.

...until something stops him.



I-I'm just making sure
we don't get hit again.

We got a plane crashed
into the World Trade Center.

...thousands of people running-

We must, and we will...

remain vigilant at home and abroad.

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuckl I missed something once before.

I won't- I can't let that happen again.

It was 10 years ago.
Everyone missed something that day.

Yeah, everyone is not me.

Once you've gotten to this position.

Previously on Homeland.

You still haven't produced
a single lead connecting Sergeant Brody...

to any plot against America.
You need to take down that surveillance.



- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Hey, I know you.

- We're on to the next case.
- Find this man, Raquim Faisel.

- They followed me to this house.
- No one knows we're living here.

- I still think we should leave.
- Someone must have
found out about the house.

- How?
- I don't know.

- Where are we going?
- Someplace safe.

- We should turn ourselves in.
- No!

Three days ago we were about to
tell your kids.

- I mean, we were talking about
moving in together.
- He's my husband, Mike.

You were my friend! You-

Hey, if you don't slow down,
I'm never gonna be able to catch up.

Uh-huh!

Have you ever been
unfaithful to your wife?
- No.

- He's lying...
- He passed the polygraph.

Get in.

- Help you?
- Ticket to Mexico.

Lot of cities in Mexico.

Tampico? Le?n?

Next bus to Mexico, whatever that is.

Beaumont to Monterrey.

- Transfer in Nuevo Laredo.
- Sounds like a winner.

So why am I here?

I don't know. You just got in my car.

Well, I couldn't have gotten in
if you didn't stop for me.

True.

- So, did I pass?
- The polygraph? Yeah.

Flying colors.

So you won't be
hauling me in again next week?

Not that I know of.

I'm taking some time-

from home.

- From Jess.
- Is that right?

She was fucking someone.

I'm sorry.

So what exactly are we doing?

Well, I'd like a drink. Or three.

All right. Swanky or hole-in-the-wall?

I don't like the word "hole" anymore.

- Right.
- But I do like a good dive.

The more I drink, the worse I play.

That's not happening to you.

I know. Pissed off
all my college boyfriends too.

- All of them?
- Both of them.

Fuck me.

- Two out of three?
- Buy me another, you're on.

- Cuervo?
- Tequila Revolucion, Silver, no lime.

Oh, you like your clear liquors.

- What's up, chief?
- You want a ride?

I got one.

What, Opie over there?

"88," huh?

Yeah, it's my jersey number
from high school.

Or code for H.H.,
eighth letter of the alphabet.

"Heil Hitler."

You're not just a pretty face, are you?

You guys are White Nation, huh?
That's cool.

- It's Aryan pride, baby.
- So what's the plan?

Like, world domination?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Anytime soon?

You wanna hear about it?
You can come outside. We got a van.

Hell yeah. I love sucking Nazi dick.

- You know, I don't like
people fucking with me.
- Well, who does?

- Who does like people fucking with them?
- Hey, is there a problem?

- Yeah, the problem is this mouthy bitch.
- Hey, look.

Are we okay here?

Huh?

So is there, like,
a supremacist fist bump?

- What are you, a fucking moron?
- Bitch!

Oh, God! Get those fuckers!

- Oh, shit!
- Don't let that bitch out of here!

Fucking lunatic!

I gotta unlock it.

Okay, get in. Open.

- Fuck you, bitch!
- Go, go!

- Come back here, you fucking whore!
- Fucking bitch!

You are a dangerous fucking drunk.

- Thanks.
- It's not a compliment.

My hand.

Oh, God.

Okay. Okay. Where now?

Well, I have a cabin. Or my family does.

I've been meaning to get there.

Sounds like the stars have aligned.

I-95. Hit it!

Final touches, hon.

All smooth.

There. You're done.

Dana, you're up.

So, I'm thinking layers.

Like, maybe really cut it
to my shoulders or something.

Okay.

Where's Dad?

He's taking the weekend away.

Why?

- Dana-
- He knows about you and Mike.

- Yeah.
- Jesus, Ma.

Dana, I thought I was a widow.
Our situation was very unusual.

Yeah, so you gave up on him
and went whoring out with his best friend.

You cannot talk to me like that!

And now, Mom, it's royally fucked up.

- Enough with the language and the attitude.
- Or what?

Or you're grounded.

- Yeah, right.
- Starting right now.

The whole weekend, you're home.

I got a line on our runaway terrorist.

The one whose boyfriend
got iced in the motel?

She stole a car outside
of Columbus last night.

Just turned up in Beaumont, Texas.

Woman fitting her description
bought a one-way bus ticket, cash.

Due to cross the border late tonight.

We believe Nazir's people killed her boyfriend,
Faisel, and I think she'll give 'em up.

- Texas agents can intercept the bus.
- I want to go.

- You want to go to Mexico?
- Bring her back myself.

- One-on-one.
- You can talk to her here.

Put her in a room with a bunch of suits,
she'll go silent.

David, I get this girl.

I've spent the last three days
figuring her out.

I can get her to talk.

- F.B.I.'s gotta escort you.
- Fine.

As long as they keep
their fucking distance.

David.

Trust me.

- Wow. I like it.
- Yeah, it's old school.

No A.C., build your own fire, like that.

Yeah, it's perfect.

Where is the fucking key?

Excuse me.

- Hello?
- Maggie, it's me.

- Hi.
- Um, hey, just curious.

Um, which rock do we keep
the cabin key under?

- You're at the cabin?
- Uh, no, I'm home.

Just, uh, wondering about, uh, the key.

Carrie, what's going on?

Uh, nothing. Nothing at all.

You were supposed to come over
tonight and get your meds.

I'm gonna do that Monday.

You don't have a pill
for tomorrow or Sunday.

No, I have one left. I'm fine.

Well, you sound drunk.

Drunk?

Shh.

I am actually at the cabin.

With who?

Uh, no one. I'm a-alone.

I'm meditating.

Okay. Look. Take your pill
tomorrow, and then come over Sunday night.

- No skipping.
- Okay, promise.

Okay.

Uh, so, the key?

- It's in the old stove.
- Ohl

Right. Stupid.
I remember. Okay. Um, thanks.

Hey, look. I'm at the open house
at the girls' school, but-

Oh, great. Have fun.

I'll drop everything and leave
if you're in trouble.

Uh, okay. I'll see you Sunday.

Okay.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah. Wait.

Wait here.

What you looking at?

A star.

Wait an hour. You'll see thousands.

I just need one.

I'd ask you what
you were wishing for, but-

What?

How would I know if you were
telling the truth?

Oh, the polygraph.

"Have you been faithful to your wife,
Sergeant Brody?"

"Yes, I have."

And hours before,
I was climbing all over you.

- Did you learn that over there?
- The climbing?

No.

How to beat the box.

Well, I had to lie sometimes to save my life.

Maybe I became an expert.

How'd you resist cooperating?

I mean, you're in a hole.
They're beating you.

Carrie, I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry.

You're a pretty good drinking buddy.

I got a little carried away with the Nazis.

Well, I figure we're safe here.

Yeah, unless my sister sends in the dogs.

I've been thinking about you.

Yeah?

And last night.

Mmm.

Parking lot sex.

Classy.

Can we graduate to cabin sex?

- Ow.
- Ow.

Tranquilos.

Tranquilos.

Tranquilos. Tranquilos. Tranquilos.

Hi, Aileen.

Who are you?

Your ride.

Unless you prefer the Federales.

Yes, we have company.

In case you try to bolt,
the feds are there.

Of course, I told them you weren't
dumb enough to do that.

So we're headed to McLean, Virginia.

Should take us 30 hours.

I got what they call
a heavy foot, so maybe 25.

And then I turn you over- to the F.B.I.

Who, frankly...

are chomping on the bit
to put you away, Aileen.

See, they frown on terrorists.

And, in particular, privileged,
wealthy American terrorists.

I'm looking forward to the drive actually.

I've had some upheaval at home.

Could use some peace, quiet.

You're obliging me with that,
so thank you.

I'll just say this-

We could talk things out, you and I.

Come to an understanding.

But once we get to D.C.,
the feds step in, and I move on.

And how you're treated
and what you're charged with-

all that-

it's quite out of my hands.

So... food for thought.

Morning.

Morning.

God, it's so nice down here.

Yeah.

I overdid it last night.

- Me too.
- No more booze today.

No.

Ah.

- Look.
- I know.

This was crazy.

I should call home.

- Yeah.
- I should go home actually.

Sure. Okay. We can head back.

- I love the water.
- Mm-hmm.

There's actually a really beautiful
waterfall out there.

My sister and I would hike to it
every day in the summer...

take our compasses and notebooks...

play Lewis and Clark.

Not only did your cohorts turn on
you and blow away your boyfriend-

Faisel was your boyfriend, right?

Not only that. Now they're after you.

You're as safe as you've been
in two days riding with me.

What was the plan, Aileen?

Why'd you buy that house
under the flight path?

Tell me that.

And tell me who's out there
working on plan B.

- Then I can help you.
- Bullshit.

She speaks.

Must have learned Arabic growing up.

Riyadh, right?

I know those compounds.
Rich oilmen and their families...

blocking out the world
with those great walls...

living like desert kings.

The pools, the gardens.

Never mind the desperate people
outside the walls.

The guest workers...

limping along the road.

Kids with no shoes, shirts.

Kids like Faisel.

You met there, right?

As kids?

He was 13. You were 15.

Somehow, between you being shuttled
to that fancy American school...

and him laboring each day
for $1.10 a week...

you and Faisel found each other.

He had a horse.

We would ride.

Did you love him then,
or did that come later?

You don't know me.

- So were you Lewis or Clark?
- Oh, had to be Lewis.

- Why?
- I liked the name Meriwether.

So you were an adventurer even as a kid?

Yeah, I never really fantasized
about New York or a corner office.

It was always, like, Nepal or Uganda.

How long were you in Baghdad?

A couple three-year stints.

- What happened out there?
- What didn't happen?

What sent you to that support group?

I lost someone.

My translator.

Were you with him?

Uh, he was protecting me.

Trying.

But this mob just got crazy.

And they hung him from a bridge.

I was... pinned down.

- I couldn't-
- Yeah.

It's hard to find people
to talk to about it.

How about your wife?

It's like she doesn't know
who I actually am now.

Well, maybe it just takes time.

I-

I can't be with her.

No?

No, I just-

I just can't.

But I can with you.

We were drinking heavily.

No, but it's different with you. It's, uh-

I don't know. It's free.

As in I don't charge?

As in it's the first time
since I've been back that...

well, I found some fucking peace.

Yeah.

Me too, actually.

That's pretty rare for me.

So...

are we gonna try this sober?

The waterfall's just up here.

Concentration?

Okay, so your word must begin
with the last letter of the word before it.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go.
- Okay.

Concentration! Concentration is the game.

Keep the rhythm.
Keep the rhythm just the same.

- Subject.
- Boys' names.

Xander.

Raphael.

- Liam.
- Mike.

Drink! For the 10th time.

You suck at this game.

Mmm!

All right! Come on. Come on.

Concentration! Concentration is the game!

All right. Forget this.
Forget this. Let's go out.

- Yeah?
- No, I'm grounded.

Your mom's working all day.
She'll never know.

- No. No.
- Hey.

- Oh. Whoa.
- Wild thing, slow down.

- Let's go to the quarry.
- Yeah.

- Yes.
- No, guys, just let me change the music.

Hey. No.

Oh, my God. You okay?

- Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You okay?
- I didn't feel anything.

Come here.

One of you get a towel
for her right fucking now.
- Oh, my God.

What did she say?

Why would she say something like that?

Thirty miles to Memphis.
You been to Graceland?

No?

You gotta go once in your life.

See the Jungle Room.

Stay at the Heartbreak Hotel.

My dad thought Elvis was the devil.

Hoover thought he was
a national security threat.

Like minds.

We've been in touch with him.

Your dad.

I haven't.

I know.

Six long years.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Fries?

No.

He's worried about you.

He's worried about...
what their friends will think.

That their good little Princeton girl was
shacked up with a poor, brown Saudi...

and planning to give their beloved U.S.
The "fuck you" it deserves.

Do you realize how serious this is?

You could end up with the death penalty.

What do you care?

Why are you here anyway?
The F.B.I. Could have delivered me.

That would have been standard, right?

I thought we'd understand each other.

Why?

You were isolated growing up.

Right?

Well, there was the compound community.

If you like immoral businessmen.

So you went outside the walls.
You found Faisel.

And then it was okay.

There was something good there.

But then my father saw us one day...

riding that horse.

His princess cavorting
with a local brown boy.

Aileen...

is Faisel the reason
you were shipped off to boarding school?

What do you know about it?

More than nothin'.

I married a brown girl.

You should eat.

E.T.A. 12 hours.

Think about what you want, Aileen.

Hey.

I'm sorry. We were there forever.

- Is everything okay?
- Nineteen stitches.

Jesus.

- Good night, guys.
- Do you need help, hon?

No.

You okay?

I don't know.

Everything's just so-

- Fucked up?
- Complicated.

- Yeah.
- Dana's like this surly stranger
in my house.

I don't even know where she
went. How did she go from my
adorable, loving baby to that?

Were you adorable and loving
when you were 16, Jess?

You and Brody having it out.

And now he's gone- I have no idea where.

Chris is still aces.

I just want things to be simple again.

Hey.

I miss you.

Mom?

Coming, sweetie.

- Chris wants you.
- I heard.

Thanks for watching him,
and thanks for fixing the door.

No problem.

Does it hurt?

Yeah.

How about you?

Yeah.

I think we all need to give peace
a chance around here.

You know what would help with that?

If you stayed away from us.

There's no place for my dad
when you're here, Mike.

- Hungry?
- Thirsty.

Me too.

- We're not doing that.
- No.

No.

- Sorry.
- No, I am.

Jesus.

I feel like a terrified teenager.

I know. I know.

Well, shit, I'm just gonna-
I'm just gonna ask.

Will you go to the prom with me?

Do I get a corsage?

Wrist or pin-on?

Actually, I'll take a nosegay.

I-I don't even know what that is.

It's a kind of bouquet
from medieval times.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Pre-shower, pre-soap,
they would carry them around...

to mask the unpleasant smells of the time.

To keep their-

their nose gay.

I know these things.

Are you still thirsty?

Not at all.

Do you want to stop?

No, I just want to live here.

For a second.

Issa?

Issa?

- Issa, where are you, goddamn it?
- Hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's okay.

Shh. Hey. You're with me.

- Issa, no!
- You're- You're with me. You're with me.

You're with me.

- What happened?
- You're safe.

You're not there. Everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

Where are we?

Calliope, Indiana.

I grew up here.

There were four Jewish families.

My dad was the local druggist.

The nearest synagogue
was three hours away.

So we'd come here.

You're religious?

My parents were.

Commerce brought 'em here,
even though the community didn't want us.

And they gave me strict orders...

not to assimilate.

Can't be on the baseball team.

They start the game
with a Christian prayer.

You can't sing Christmas carols.

When the other kids stand to sing...

you sit at your desk
with your hands folded.

Respectful.

But silent.

Being a dutiful son,
I did precisely as they asked.

Happily?

What do you think?

I was a kid.

I just wanted to play ball.
I wanted to be in the pageant.

I'd gladly say their prayers,
sing the songs.

I just wanted to not be alone.

Man, I hated this place.

It's the reason I was different.

Strange.

Isolated.

- They fuck you up.
- Ah.

Yeah.

Gotta get going.

Agents await.

I don't know what happened to you, Aileen.

I don't know how you went from one more angry
teenage girl to joining the fucking jihadists.

And if your issues are truly geopolitical,
then I can't help you.

I think you wound up here
because you fell in love with a boy.

And he's gone now.

Well, that's a heartbreaker.

I want to get you
through this as best I can.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.

So, I know we have oatmeal...

maybe frozen O.J., but no Yorkshire Gold
out here in the sticks, sorry.

What?

Knowing my dad,
we're probably looking at Folgers.

And I'm not kidding.

How do you know the tea I drink?

I don't know.

You probably had it at Langley.

I'm gonna get some wood.
I'll be right back.

So what's the trouble at home?

Nothing much.

Just the love of my life
walking out my door.

For good?

I hope not.

'Cause I can't imagine being that lost.

What happened to his body?

Raquim.

It's probably in an Ohio morgue.

He'd want a Muslim burial.

Well, if no one claims him...

he'll be buried in a potter's field.

Estes.

David, it's me.
We have a deal with Aileen.

- She talked?
- We need someone up
on the roof of that house...

under the flight path now.

- What did she tell you?
- Well, she doesn't have the full story.

They were just told to buy the house, go
about their business till a visitor arrived.

Which he did on Monday.

She get a name?

No. But he was American.

She's sitting with
a sketch artist right now.

Guy didn't say a word.
He went right to the roof.

- And he spent over an hour up there.
- Doing what?

That's what we gotta figure out.

All right. We'll get Galvez
up on the roof right away.

Hi.

I didn't drink tea at Langley.

What?

Yorkshire Gold.

That wasn't just a lucky guess.

Why does that matter?

Were you watching me?

I don't know what you mean.

I mean did you spy on me?
You are a spy, right?

Brody-

That's why we ran into
each other at the support group, isn't it?

Why you slipped me your number
in case I ever need to ask anything?

No, you're wrong, Brody.

Don't fucking lie to me, Carrie!

It was my job.

- It is my job.
- Oh, so you're still spying.

I'm working. I'm always working.

On what suspicion?

Tell me, goddamn it!

Shit.

You looking for this?

Abu Nazir's bomb maker told me an
American prisoner of war had been turned...

and he was coming home
to carry out an attack.

- And you believed this?
- He told me minutes before he was executed.

- So?
- So he was my prisoner.

I interrogated him for months.

He was cooperating at the end.
There- There was no reason for him to lie.

And you think I'm that P.O.W?

There's no one else it could be.

You're telling me the fucking C.I.A.
Thinks I'm working for Al-Qaeda?

I think you're working for Al-Qaeda.

What about the gun, Carrie?

Bears? Intruders?

We just keep it in the cabin.

Mmm. Plus, you never know
when a terrorist might darken your door.

I never said terrorist. I said "turned."

If that were true-

If any of this were true...

wouldn't I just kill you right now?

Not if you're playing the long game.

Ask me anything.

What?

There's the gun.
Hold it to my fucking head...

and ask me anything you want to know.

I'll show you how wrong you are.

Afsal Hamid.

- What about him?
- Did you slip him a razor blade
in the safe house?

- How could I do that?
- Answer the question.

No. But I wish I had.

And I hope he bled slowly...

and died in a lot of pain.

Who's Issa?

- Where'd you hear that name?
- Who is he?

He was my guard. He was nice to me.

What goes on in your garage?

- In my garage?
- You said ask anything.

I take the trash bins in and out.

Fix a bicycle sometimes.

Why do you go there so late at night,
so early in the morning?

To pray.

What is that?

- What? Nothing.
- No, it's not nothing.

It's a habit-
when I don't have my prayer beads.

You're a Muslim?

Yeah.

You live in despair for eight years,
you might turn to religion too.

And the King James Bible
was not available.

Why did they kill Walker and not you?

- You asked me that in the debrief.
- Yeah, and you were evasive.

- It doesn't matter.
- I'll decide that.

- You don't need to know.
- I need to know everything.

I killed him.

Okay?

I killed him.

They told me to beat him to death...

or be killed myself.

And so I did it.

And I vowed to never tell
another living soul.

Who told you to kill him?

Abu Nazir.

So you did meet him.

Yes.

You lied to us about meeting one of
the leaders of Al-Qaeda?

- That's right.
- You want to explain that?

I was embarrassed.

- Ashamed.
- Why?

Because he offered me comfort...

and I took it.

And you became his follower?

A soldier in his jihad?

No.

No. Jesus.

Don't you understand
anything I'm telling you?

I'm not made of that stuff.

I'm no hero.

I had nothing to give.

I was broken,
living in the dark, for years...

and a man walked in.

And he was kind to me.

And I loved him.

- Hello?
- Galvez, you up there?

Affirmative. I've searched
every square inch.

No weapons, no tools- nothing.

So what's this guy doing
up there for an hour?

Well, it's pristine, I'll tell you that. Would
have expected some bird shit and whatnot.

He cleaned his work space.

I guess.

Okay.

Face the airport, Galvez.

We're looking for direct
line-of-sight targets.

Now what do you see?

There's a bunch of airport hotels.

Uh, a control tower maybe half a mile out.

And how about further?

- You got binoculars?
- Yeah.

Okay, Terminal B is about a mile away.

Air France, Hangar 30.

- And what is that?
- It's small. Has a helipad out front.

Any signage?

Uh, "Reserve M-1."

Marine One.

That's a landing pad for Marine One.

Oh, shit.

A mile is well within a sniper's range.

- An expert sniper.
- An American military sniper.

David.

Send me Sergeant Brody's picture.

Brody? Why?

So Aileen can look at it.

So we done here?

Well, you have an answer for everything.

But you still don't believe me.

I know an American P.O.W.
Was turned. It has to be you.

- I'm leaving.
- No. We're not finished.

Yeah, we're finished. If you want to
arrest me, you can come to my house.

- No. Brody!
- Or maybe you want to shoot me now.

Brody!

Saul.

We were wrong about Brody.

- What- What do you mean?
- A P.O.W. was turned.

But it wasn't him.

I-I don't understand.

Aileen just I.D.'d Tom Walker...

the other soldier captured with Brody.

Tom Walker died.

No. He's alive.

He's the terrorist.

Shit.

Brody. Wait.

I-I was wrong.

I-I made a terrible mistake.

Don't you think I don't already know that?

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

This weekend, this time
that we spent together- it was real.

The parts that-

that we both-

The important parts.

Hey, Carrie. Fuck you.

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