Homeland (2011–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - Good Night - 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 USS Cole was attacked while refueling in the port of Aden.
This was an act of terrorism.
It was a despicable and cowardly act.
The next number we're gonna swing for you is one of the good ol' favorites.
...until something stops him.
It was right in front of my eyes, and I never saw it coming.
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.
You're the smartest and the dumbest fucking person I've ever known.
I'm not the one who got it wrong. I'm the only one who got it right.
Take 'em.
Take 'em all.
Roll every available ambulance you've got to this position.
Previously on Homeland.
The bomber's the only way to prove Brody's innocent.
What the fuck are you doing, Carrie?
Carrie, turn around now.
This is your last warning.
Gunshot wound to the upper-left bicep.
Significant bleeding. Might have clipped an artery.
Where the fuck is Saul?
He's not what we expected, but he's what we've got.
The guy's a junkie, sir.
I'm offering you the chance to be a marine again.
No more.
I'm done.
I have a play. It involves Brody.
- You told me Javadi was the play. - He is. Brody's the next phase.
- What's your big idea? - Danesh Akbari.
- Head of Iran's Revolutionary Guard. - Right.
Javadi's boss.
And the single greatest impediment to peace.
I want him gone. Brody can get to him.
- Do what Saul's asking. - What you're asking.
- All right, what I'm asking. - Look at me, Carrie.
You couldn't send me out for a pack of cigarettes right now.
We'll get you ready. You just have to be willing.
The guys get me to the border, where I surrender myself?
Correct. We chose Marivan...
because several Al-Qaeda commanders also asked for political asylum there.
What makes you think I'll get close enough to Akbari to take him out?
Javadi's on the ground to facilitate a meeting between you.
I will come back from Tehran.
- I know you will. - Not just for her.
Brody.
See you on the other side.
Carrie.
- We need to talk. - What about?
- How's your shoulder? - Brand-fucking-new.
I wanna clear the air after the clusterfuck with Franklin at the motel.
Not interested. I'm tired of bullshit...
and people covering their asses I can't even tell you.
It was a direct order. I didn't wanna risk letting someone else take the shot.
While you were in surgery, I took a look at your medical records.
You what?
I was worried about the damage I'd done.
Carrie, you're 15 weeks pregnant.
So?
So I think you should consider sitting this part of the operation out.
Why would I do that?
Because it's impossible for you to be objective under the circumstances.
The circumstances being I'm carrying Brody's child?
Yes.
First of all, it's not his, thank you very much.
Second, it's none of your damn business or anyone else's.
So just stay the fuck out of my way.
Medium rare.
Pretty fucking tasty, huh?
Yeah.
The secret is to relax the goat before you cut his throat.
Which is why Modarres has lockjaw and sore knees.
How are they doing?
Good. The move across Kurdistan was uneventful.
Now, that's them right there.
They're waiting for nightfall...
at which point, they'll drive right up to the border here...
cover him across to the checkpoint on the Iranian side right there.
The risk of an international incident is a serious concern for the president.
We stand 100% behind what we told him.
The risk of this operation is worth the reward.
And in the unlikely event anything goes wrong, we have it covered.
I'm not even gonna ask what that means.
All he has to do tonight is walk across the border and ask for asylum.
That's it.
Is that a marine thing?
Turn the socks inside out, get the fresh side.
There's no fresh side. One side's sweaty and the other's just dirty.
Maybe it's just all in my head.
Does it work?
Look at me. I'm a new man.
Comms check.
Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero.
We have visual. Send signal strength. Over.
Kilo-Alpha, signal strength 10.
Kilo-Bravo, this is Zero, over.
- Bravo, also strength 10. - Zero, this is Kilo-Alpha.
New moon, visibility good, another day in paradise.
How's the passenger doing?
Not bad for a fucking jarhead.
That is all. Alpha, out.
Bravo, out.
What's he walking into at the border crossing point?
Hey, Gene, can you bring up the border photos, please?
Coming up.
As of two hours ago...
one barrack hut for eight men, commanded by a sergeant.
Roadside guard hut manned in four-hour shifts...
by two men with automatic weapons.
Any updates on the Iranian border patrol radio traffic?
Hourly comms checks.
Plus one request for more ration packs and two for new radio batteries.
Eight bored and hungry conscripts whose radios we're dialed into.
No chance of underestimating them then.
Fair point.
Let's go over your cover story one last time.
After the bombing, Nazir's network left a car near Langley...
which I took into the woods on the Canadian border.
I shaved my head, and I continued on foot.
There I stole a boat across the Bay of Fundy to Nova Scotia...
where I met a guy who had ties with Amer El-Maati...
who put me in a shipping container to Colombia.
Then mercenaries working with Hezbollah took me to Venezuela...
where they finally put me into a state oil company plane to a strip in Iraq...
where I was handed over to an Al-Qaeda cell...
who were tasked with getting me across the border to Iran.
Join Al-Qaeda, see the world.
Final checks. Night vision.
Night vision transmissions coming on line.
Rerouting. Stand by.
No contact.
Two-eight-zero-decimal.
I'm out of Black Jack. Any more out there?
Everything okay, sir?
- Is this the last pack? - I got you plenty more. Don't worry.
Did you write a letter?
- What? - Home.
To say good-bye.
Pretty sure you guys would know if I did.
Could have arranged it with your CIA friend, the blonde.
- How you doing? - Good. You?
Like I'm in Vegas betting the mortgage.
Stand by, people. Showtime.
What's going on with Reaper 1?
Sensor bandwidth issues. It happens. We're resetting.
All being well, shouldn't be more than a couple of minutes.
All being well? Are we holding the team back until the drone's back online?
That drone's mainly for us. They have sat phones and night vision.
They can move closer to the border without it for now.
- Shit. - What?
The road to the border's as good as blocked.
A foreign gas truck's paying off local officials with free gas.
Cops, military, you name it, all on the take.
Where's the border?
Another mile past them on this road- those lights in the distance.
Zero, Kilo-Alpha, over.
- Zero, send, over. - See what I'm seeing?
Yeah. Wait out.
Got it. Get out.
Make it look like car trouble for anybody passing.
We have a backup plan, right?
Yeah. We're waiting for Langley to confirm the alternate route.
I need that drone. Are we gonna have it or not?
Copy that.
What's taking them so long?
They had a technical with the drone.
How long we gonna sit here?
Shit, man, you are worse than my kids.
God, those rear echelon motherfuckers.
A problem with the drone. That's a good start.
Reaper's back.
Good.
Let's get eyes on that alternate route into the border.
Repositioning now.
Kilo-Alpha, Zero. Drone is back online. Scouting your route.
Wait out.
Back to chewing your lucky gum again?
Yeah. You want a stick?
Shit.
Put your head down, like you're sleeping. Don't move.
Zero, Kilo-Bravo. Stand by.
They have a situation with the alpha vehicle. Local cops just rolled up.
"Why are you here?"
"Going to Marivan."
They're not buying the cover story.
Jesus, they wanna look in the truck.
Say the word, Kilo-Alpha.
- What word? - "Good night."
They should say "good night" before the cops see Brody.
Good night.
Hey. You okay?
Brody, you good?
Hey.
Fuck.
- What the fuck are you doing? - I can't do it.
- You can, and you will. - No, I can't.
No, I fucking can't. I fucking can't.
A little late in the day for your vagina to chime in.
- Get the fuck off of me. - Calm down.
Are you scared? Are you fucking scared?
- I'm scared. I'm scared. - Good. Me too.
I've seen way too many men killed out here in this third world toilet.
I personally shit myself every time they send me back here.
If you don't snap out of this now, we could all fucking die here tonight.
Is that what you want?
No.
Tell me you're gonna be okay.
Tell me that this is not the end of the road for you.
No, no, no. I need to hear you say it.
I'm gonna be okay. I'm okay.
I'm okay.
I'll be okay.
Kilo-Alpha, is there a problem?
Passenger got carsick. He threw up.
- Now we're ready to roll. - Carsick?
It's a secure sat link. Can you tell them to just cut the bullshit?
- Is he gonna be okay? - Fuckin'-A he's gonna be okay.
Here. Wipe the blood off your face.
Kilo-Alpha, Kilo-Bravo, proceed to alternate crossing point.
Roger. Alpha out.
Did we, or did we not, just kill three Iraqi police officers?
Did we, or did we not, just kill three Iraqi police officers?
Kurdish. Not to split hairs.
Either way, this isn't something the president needs to know.
No, I understand, believe me.
Get me JSOC commander now.
This whole area is pretty much a no-man's-land since the Iran-lraq war.
We got visitors.
Senator, General.
Director.
- The White House- - I know. I was told you were coming.
Let me finish.
The White House sent General Pfister and me to advise and observe.
Advise and observe.
The JSOC commander to advise, myself, the president's nominee-
What did Higgins tell you about the operation?
That this part was meant to be quick and silent and bloodless.
- He told you everything, didn't he? - Yes, he did.
- Including? - Sergeant Brody, yes.
Saul, whatever this turns out to be...
bold stroke of genius or otherwise, I'm destined to inherit it.
Now that it's actually in motion, for better or for worse...
I have no choice but to wish it every success.
A word in private, Senator?
- Excuse us, Bill. - Of course.
What about the breathing room you agreed to give me?
The deal was that I delay my confirmation hearing, which I've done.
That obligation has been fulfilled.
Consider yourself lucky, Saul, that Higgins called us...
and not the president or his national security adviser.
Copy that. Copied.
- Miss Mathison. - Senator.
How's your shoulder?
Doctor told me you're very lucky.
I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
You must be one hell of a salesperson to get Brody to do this.
Here at the Agency, we call that recruiting.
Here. Take a look.
Border's a klick and a half away, 300 yards past that building.
It's just a shallow stream, 12 yards across.
I'm gonna drive you up to it. We're all gonna be watching you.
Wade across that river and head up to that tree line on the other side.
Once you hit it, follow it north for three miles back to the Iranian checkpoint...
where we were originally gonna drop you.
- Hey, where you going? - Piss.
Go with him.
We've got potential bogeys.
Two Iraqi Army Hummers three klicks south of our call sign.
Kilo-Alpha, we have two Iraqi Hummers three klicks south.
It's not a significant threat, but be aware.
Alpha, roger.
All right, we got an Iraqi patrol three klicks south.
It's not that big a deal, but it's difficult terrain out there...
so we gotta move quick, quiet and small now...
which means it's just me and him from here.
Rest of you guys, stay here. Cover from this position. Questions?
Ready?
Yeah.
When you were a little kid, what'd you wanna be when you grew up?
- I don't remember. - Bullshit.
Everyone remembers.
You don't have to manage me anymore, man.
I know what I'm here to do.
Just making conversation is all.
What's that?
Nothing.
- What did you want to be? - I grew up in Texas.
All I wanted to do was ride bulls.
- Why didn't you? - I did. Two years.
But my nuts couldn't take the beating.
So now I do this. Happy fucking-
What just happened?
Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero, over.
Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero, over.
Kilo-Alpha, Zero, over.
Zero, this is Kilo-Bravo. Alpha hit something. A mine or an IED.
Any hostiles on your screens?
Stand by. Checking now.
Nothing so far.
Sir, that Iraqi patrol just turned north towards the explosion.
- Now we have to call the president. - Wait. Let the dust settle first.
No, any possibility of an international incident, I must call the president.
What you must do is keep a cool head and take great care not to panic.
We at least have to call the Iraqis.
And say what? "Turn your patrol around.
We have a CIA team we didn't tell you about in the area"?
That drone is armed, correct?
Zero, Kilo-Bravo. We're one klick out from Kilo-Alpha.
Roger, Kilo-Bravo. Be advised Iraqi patrol is closing on your position.
Sir, White House is on the line.
Put him on the screen.
- Mike. - I may have a solution.
Please.
That drone has four Hellfire missiles on it.
Are you saying we engage the Iraqi patrol?
I'm saying we just found an Al-Qaeda cell...
trying to smuggle America's most wanted terrorist into Iran...
and we take them out with that drone.
- Jesus. - It's a smart play if they're dead.
And if they're not dead?
He doesn't care whether they're alive.
All he fucking gives a shit about is covering his own ass.
- Bite your lip, Carrie. Bite it hard. - Fuck.
That Iraqi patrol is, what, a minute away?
Let me be very clear, Mike.
I will not order a strike on our own men.
Hang it up.
We've got movement in the Alpha vehicle.
Either the vehicle just settled or I have a second heat signature moving.
The second figure is moving.
They're alive. They're both alive.
Come on.
Okay?
My leg. My left leg.
No.
- My left frigging leg- - Sit up. Sit up.
Fold your arms.
Okay, come with me.
My leg.
Phone, sat phone.
- Kilo-Bravo, this is Alpha, over. - Bravo, send.
We're in the building to the west of the border. No enemy fire.
Casualty's conscious, but he's lost a leg and a lot of blood, over.
Bravo, roger. Your location, 60 seconds, over.
Get a gun team up on high ground.
I can treat for shock and stem the blood flow for now.
Take your time to follow our exact route in, over.
On it. Out.
Focus on your kids.
I don't have any kids, dumb-ass.
I was just making small talk because you were being a fucking baby.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Smoke. Give me some cigarettes.
I never thought I'd be this fucking guy.
Yeah, me neither.
- I guess I fucked up, T. - Beers on you then.
I gave him one morphine shot. He's got one left.
- We gotta haul ass now. - Grab that.
Here.
- Here. - Pull.
Back. Okay.
- Ready to do this, boss? - Yeah.
All right, everybody, back to the truck.
- Go! - Let's go, quick.
Iraqi patrol just joined the party.
Zero, Kilo-Bravo, contact. Automatic fire from the south.
Platoon or possible company strike.
Do all you can not to escalate this.
Suppressive return fire. Suppressive fire only.
Don't put them in the ground. Just turn them around.
Zero, Kilo-Bravo. If we don't get AZ out in the next few minutes, he's dead.
Iraqi call signs are requesting an artillery fire mission up the chain.
- How far out are our helicopters? - Eight minutes.
General, advice?
Eight minutes is time we don't have. Either we call the Iraqis-
Also time we don't have and blowback we can't afford.
So it's a fighting withdrawal to a secure LZ...
back five klicks in the vehicle that they have left.
In other words, we have to abort.
The intelligence operation is over.
It's a military one now. It's all yours, General.
Thank you, sir.
- Just get the boys out of there. - Copy that. Comms.
Kilo-Bravo, this is Zero-Alpha.
Bravo, send.
We're gonna push them back with Hellfire.
Roger.
Withdraw with Hellfire in support, on your command.
On my command. Roger. Wait.
Are they aborting the mission?
Saul.
You had some bad luck.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
At least we have Javadi. He's still in play. That's not nothing.
Yeah.
Stand by for Hellfire mission, over.
You guys ready?
Pull back! Pull back!
I'm not going back.
What the fuck are you talking about? Yeah, you are.
I'm gonna walk across that border to Iran-
Listen to me! I am fucking ordering you to fucking move out!
Passenger refuses to withdraw, and I'm out of time. Please advise.
- Do not leave anyone behind. - We are under heavy fire.
The casualty's priority one, and the bastard's not fucking compliant!
Zero, please advise.
Let me talk to him.
If anyone can talk Brody down off a ledge, she can.
All right.
Put the passenger on the line.
I say again, put the passenger on the line.
Take this. Take it.
Brody? Brody?
Brody, can you hear me?
Hey, Brody.
They're trying to abort the mission, Carrie!
I know.
- Tell them to go fuck themselves. - No, listen to me.
You can't do this by yourself.
I'm 300 yards from the border, Carrie. I can make it.
You cross into Iran now, and you will be completely on your own.
To be honest, I don't see much of an option here.
The option is to fall back, regroup, and we'll try again later.
Come on, Carrie, you know that's not gonna happen.
You don't know that.
Stop and think this through.
You have no sanction, no support on the ground and no extraction plan.
You will die over there.
No, you're wrong, Carrie.
And you wanna know why? Because you're gonna get me home.
No, don't say that. Do not put that on me. It's a fantasy.
You'll find a way. I have faith.
- That's all. Out. - No, Brody! Brody-
Fuck.
We are fucking moving out now- all of us.
- Let's go. - Not me.
He's gone. Fuck him. Hellfire now! Hellfire now!
Hellfire firing now.
Move. Move now.
Grab him.
- Take it. - What are you doing?
Get him to the LZ, then come get me. Go.
What the fuck?
You fucking snipers.
Always the stubborn fucking assholes.
I can buy you 30 seconds to cross the border and get to those trees.
Once I start firing, you start running.
If you stop, I'll fucking shoot you myself. Any questions?
- No. - Good.
Count of three.
One, two, three.
- What is that? - They're surrounded.
- By who? - Anything on the radios?
The Iranians are saying they have two prisoners.
The Iranians are saying they have two prisoners.
Are we sure it's the Iranians, not the Iraqis?
Hundred percent.
Jesus.
They got the casualty out safely.
He's stable, on a bird out to the carrier group now.
- There's something else. - What?
Brody made it across.
How?
He made a last-second run for it, headfirst into an Iranian military unit.
- He's okay? - Yes.
He made it, and you, Saul, are still in the game.
I'll be damned.
These guys are trained to treat anybody crossing the border as Israeli agents.
You were tortured.
Tell me what to expect.
Expect to break.
How long did you hold out?
I don't know.
I lost track of time pretty much right away, but I figure seven days.
Enough time for the guys to change their frequencies and battle plans.
I hope I can give you seven days to get the job done in Tehran.
- Hi. - May I?
Of course.
Fara, you're one of the few people who knows Majid Javadi's an Agency asset.
I didn't breathe a word to anybody.
I know you didn't. That's not why I'm here.
But you had a crucial role in recruiting Javadi.
In fact, Saul says without you it never would've come off.
He's exaggerating, but thank you.
The thing is Javadi's only half the play.
There's another phase of the operation you weren't made aware of.
It involves an asset whose life depends...
on us getting him out of Iran at the critical moment.
The fact is, our extraction plan just went up in smoke.
I'm sorry.
Fara, you have an uncle in Tehran, your father's brother.
- Carrie, no. - Just hear me out.
- No, it's too dangerous. - All we're asking for-
You're asking me to put my family at extreme risk. You know you are.
You forget I've seen firsthand how fast an operation can go sideways.
Tell the truth.
You would never ask your own family to do this.
I might.
And from what I know about your uncle...
he's not one to cross the street to stay out of trouble's way.
He's a member of a moderate opposition group, not a bomb thrower.
All we need is a place to meet in the city. A de facto safe house.
Fara, we have a brother agent in the field, soon to be in mortal danger.
Don't we owe him every chance to get out alive?
Hey.
Someone's coming. Someone's coming.
My name is Nicholas Brody.
I am formally seeking asylum in the Islamic Republic of Iran.
I know who you are.
Ayman Jassim.
Are you ready?
Ready for what?
To go with me to Tehran.
What about him?
- No! You fucking asshole! - Quiet. Quiet.
- What did you do that for? - Control yourself.
- Fuck! Fuck. - Calm down.
Calm down.
Now we go to Tehran.