Homeland (2011–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - The Yoga Play - 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.

- He's not good for you.
- And that is based on what?

- Not knowing him at all?
- He's unstable.

Dana?



Mom, what happened?

Your sister's gone.

Let's go.

It's not an official missing person
for 24 hours.

Police have a description and they're
aware Leo's a fugitive from here.

Leo wasn't in the rehab facility
for treatment.

His parents made a deal with the DA
so he wouldn't be charged with homicide.

It's beyond argument that the agency is
now crippled and its reputation in tatters.

How can the CIA be expected to protect this
country if it can't even protect itself?

It's Carrie. She's out for blood, Saul.

I just wanted you to know,
I'm gonna stop her.

Your client, in her current state of mind,
poses a threat to national security.

UN-fucking-believable.

- Carrie, you're out.
- I'm out?

We went to a lot of trouble
to get you out.

In exchange for?

A sit-down with one of the partners
in the firm.

Our firm has long-standing relationships
with several countries in the Middle East.

- What does your client want?
- He recently lost six business associates.

So this is Iran we're talking about.

Javadi?

He ordered the attack on this building.

I need him in a room.

I wanna rip him down to the studs.

I will see your client.

But only him. And only face-to-face.

It worked, Saul.

- Javadi.
- It has to be.

Did you hold out for a meeting in person?

You've been very, very brave.

You should've gotten me
out of the hospital, Saul.

You shouldn't have left me in there.

Hello.

The purpose of your visit
to the United States, Mr. Zarin?

Business.

- What sort of business?
- Paper products.

Oh, I'm visiting clients in Albany,
I thought I'd take the scenic route.

- How long will you be in the States?
- Maximum, three days.

- Enjoy your stay.
- Thanks very much.

- Yes?
- I'm Peter Quinn. Saul called me.

Come in. I'm Mira.

Saul is just getting dressed.

- What as?
- Hi.

He's going duck hunting.

And why would he do that?

The president's chief
of staff invited him...

and half the Senate Committee
on Intelligence.

They're gonna talk to him about
the permanent job. Director of the CIA.

Better not screw it up.

So Mira keeps telling me.

- How do I look?
- If I was a duck, I'd be worried.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Come here.

I need your eyes on Carrie.

Carrie? Why?

Because the Iranians
are watching her too.

For what reason?

They believe she's
a disgraced CIA officer...

desperate enough to sell information.

- Carrie would never in a million years...
- But she would.

Because that was the play.

We dangled her to draw the Iranians out.

Dangled? What are you talking about?

I'm inviting you into an ongoing operation,
Peter.

Carrie's and mine.

You mean...

burning her in front of the Senate...

committing her to a mental institution...

All an act. Part of the plan.

Fuck me.

- And it's working?
- So far.

Two nights ago, the deputy chief of Iran's
Intelligence Directorate took the bait.

We believe he's on his way here.

Javadi himself?

Majid Javadi?

He's taking a huge fucking risk.

Carrie Mathison is a huge fucking draw.

English, please.

The tank is full.

There's a credit card and some dollars.

Okay.

Do you want a weapon?
Sig Sauer 250?

No guns.

I've programmed the directions, sir.

Thank you.

So I have $74.58 left.

- And you?
- Zip. Nada.

You forget,
I come from a money-free zone.

So we have enough for another tank
of gas, and a few days of food and then...

Despair. Starvation. Death.

As long as I'm with you.

We could find somewhere though,
you know.

Somewhere where nobody knows us,
get a place...

- get jobs.
- Flipping burgers?

Hell, I mean, I'd flip burgers.

I'm just saying...

we don't have to be who we are.

Not forever.

We can escape it.

You think people will let us?

Your family, my family, all the bullshit?

Hey.

We gotta enjoy what we've got
because it will never get better than this.

Here and now.

You and me. All right?

Shit.

- Jesus.
- Sorry.

- Leo.
- Sorry.

I was looking at you.

- Jessica?
- I'm sorry, I...

Dana's missing.

Come in.

I know it's not appropriate for me
to just turn up like this.

I literally have nowhere else to go.

- What do you mean, missing?
- She disappeared three days ago.

She stole my car and she broke her
boyfriend out of the clinic where she...

I don't know how much you know,
but Dana tried to kill herself.

Yes, I know.

- Have you gone to the police?
- They say they're looking...

but they think
it's just two kids on a joyride.

- The FBI?
- Say it's not their jurisdiction.

Well, maybe it is just kids on a joyride.

Even if it is, I'm worried.
I found out why Leo was in the clinic.

His parents put him there
to avoid a homicide charge.

- He killed someone?
- His little brother ended up dead...

killed with a family gun.

Maybe it was an accident,
maybe Leo's a psychopath.

I don't know. I don't know
what Dana knows and I'm scared.

- Dana will see through him.
- Dana's in love.

Who knows what she'll see?

Look, I'm sorry,
but this is a really bad time for me.

- I'm not in a position...
- You tried to help us once before.

You turned up to my house...

and you tried to warn me about Brody.

Though I knew in my heart...

something was seriously fucking wrong,
I didn't listen.

And I know something's wrong now,
I know it...

and I'm begging you,
please, help me find her.

- Please.
- Okay, okay.

Thank you.

Look, go home and I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

- Yes?
- Agent Hall, it's Carrie Mathison.

- We need to talk.
- I got nothing to say to you.

- This is about Dana Brody.
- I don't care what it's about, Mathison.

Don't call me again.

Fucking broad.

- Yeah?
- Hey, Max, it's Carrie.

Carrie?

- What are...
- In 10 seconds, I'll call back...

- and set up the yoga play.
- Yoga?

Virgil's yoga play using Lisa??

Remember? When I call, act less
clueless than you are now, okay?

Carrie, I'm not acting clueless,
I was up all night on a job for...

Hello?

- This is Max.
- Hey, Max, it's Carrie.

I'm calling to see
if we're still on for yoga this morning.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yoga. Sure. Right.

Class starts at 10:00,
so better get moving, okay?

Okay.

The target's on the move.

Copy that.

Jesus. What the fuck, Quinn?

Shouldn't you be hiding up a tree
or something?

I'm up on your burner phone. I heard your
conversation with Agent Hall and Max.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

If you heard, you should know.
I'm trying to find Dana Brody.

- You're gonna look for her yourself?
- I'm gonna get the FBI to do it.

How are you gonna do that?
The guy won't even talk to you.

You came in on this five minutes ago,
and now you're telling me what to do?

You have surveillance all over you.

Two teams. They realize
you're not who you're supposed to be...

- they'll kill you.
- They won't realize. This works.

I used it a dozen times.

You're still risking the operation.
Let me handle it. I'll talk to him.

I know the guy.
He's gonna jerk you around.

Carrie, you're under a lot of strain.

- You're not thinking clearly.
- I'm thinking fine.

If anyone's risking this operation, it's
you. You shouldn't be anywhere near me.

Look...

I'm glad you've got my back.

And you came to see me in the hospital
when I was not in a good place.

And it meant a lot.

What you put yourself through...

it was fucking incredible.

Yeah, well, I've got a yoga class
that starts in 11 minutes.

Michael Higgins.

I didn't know you went in
for this sort of thing.

I don't. But the president asks,
his chief of staff delivers.

Hey, you can dump your stuff here.
They'll take it up to your room for you.

Okay, thanks.

Come on. We'll get coffee.
Unless you want something stronger.

Coffee's fine. Black.

Could we get a black coffee here?

You should know,
you've won a lot of respect here...

with the operation
to take out the Langley bombers.

Should've brought their heads back
on a spike.

Hello, everyone. Sorry I'm late.

- Mike.
- Hey.

Hope the White House
can survive without you for one day.

- Saul, how are you?
- I'm well, senator.

Where the hell is my slivovitz?

I got a taste for this
when I was with KFOR in Kosovo.

That burns away the cobwebs.

- You want one?
- Thanks, I'm cobweb-free.

You ever hunted geese before?

No, just spies and traitors.
I thought we were hunting duck.

Duck season's long gone, Saul.

Goose season's almost over too.

This is our last chance
to take down some big boys.

It's good to meet in less adversarial
circumstances, isn't it?

Hi, sorry.

Hey, Lisa. I really appreciate this.

- You're lucky I was in town.
- It was an emergency.

- Okay, the boys are in the alley.
- Okay, I'll be back before the class ends.

Virgil.

Classy move,
taking advantage of my brother.

Last time I called,
you implied you were being watched.

Those goons backed off two days ago.
I'm not kidding, we could lose our jobs.

I know and I'm grateful.
Can we talk about this on the move?

I'm on a really tight time frame here.

I have to get to Bethesda and back
in less than 15 minutes, so can we move?

I pulled rank and arranged for us
to share a hide.

One of the few places you can talk
in private. I hope you don't mind.

Not at all. As long as
you don't expect me to hit anything.

- Fired a shotgun recently?
- Not for 20 years.

- Happy hunting, boys.
- See you out there, Lonnie.

Try my old Remington.
Never missed a shot.

Come on, Rio, let's roll!

Come on.

- 10:42. Where is he?
- Does he always come here?

Every morning. I've watched him. Picks
up coffee between 10:30 and 10:45...

then he drives to the Brody house
to do his shift.

10:43. We're not gonna
make it back before that class ends.

- We have to go, Carrie.
- We're staying.

- What is it that you're working on?
- I said we're staying.

Hi, Behrouz. Look what I got for you.

I know, sweetheart. I know.

Let's go have a snack.

Agent Hall.

Jesus, you got nerve.

- I'm not talking to you.
- Dana Brody is missing.

What are you doing on the street,
Mathison?

Why aren't you in the nuthouse?

Do you have to be such a dick? Please.

Dana's in trouble.
Her mother's out of her mind.

- That's not my problem.
- How is that not your problem?

What if her father's here?
If she's on her way to meet him?

She isn't. She's also not in any trouble.

- How do you know?
- Because...

my guys have been listening in on Dana
and her boyfriend for weeks. This?

It's two teenagers running away
on a fuck-fest. Romeo and Juliet.

You know how Romeo and Juliet
ends, don't you? Not well.

Get over yourself, Mathison.

They'll be home,
soon as the money runs out.

Did you run background
on the boyfriend?

If you did,
you'd know he's bad fucking news.

Even if you don't care about Dana, she's
the one person Brody will reach out to...

if he ever reaches out to anybody.
So please, tell me you know where she is.

- Tell me she's safe. I'll walk away.
- Look, we got a BOLO out...

to field officers, law enforcement across
the northeast, we're gonna find her.

You better.
If anything happens to her, it's on you.

And I will make damn sure
the whole world knows you lost her.

What the hell?

Hey!

Hey!

- Move your damn car.
- I just gotta deliver this.

- I said move your fucking car.
- I'll be, like, five seconds tops, I promise.

Listen, do you know where 1905B is...

- because I can see 1905A.
- I should break your neck, asshole.

Hey, man, what's the hurry?

Then I guess it's around back, right?

- Take it easy.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

I spoke to the president yesterday.
He's concerned.

About what?

Morale at the CIA, for one thing.

In the wake of the Langley bombing...

then the revelations
about Carrie Mathison.

Tell the president not to worry.

Morale is good.

We're moving forward.

You should also know...

he's exploring some changes
in intelligence practice.

The old games are proving
less and less effective.

Obsolete, even.

The old games?

Certain categories
of clandestine operations.

Double agents, coat-trailing,
stimulated defections.

Live sources, human beings...

that's the gold standard of espionage.

They're also the most unreliable.

Two words: Nicholas Brody.

Brody got past us.

I'll admit that.

I'm not here to beat you over the head.

Truth is, where we've been
most effective is militarily.

The drone program alone...

You can't run an intelligence agency
from 17,000 feet, Senator.

No one is suggesting that.

But with Al Qaeda seriously degraded,
our biggest threat is now Iran.

Military action at this point...

would be a huge mistake.

The president wants all options
on the table, Saul.

I'll do whatever it takes.

But I won't temper my views...

just to get your support
for my confirmation as director.

I'm afraid you've got this backwards,
old friend.

I'm the one getting nominated as director.

What?

The president is putting my name up
for confirmation tomorrow.

So this really isn't about tempering
your views, it's about changing them.

If, that is...

you want a job...

in my CIA.

Your bird, I think.

Welcome, sir.
My name is Navid. This is Aram.

Your cases came yesterday.
They're upstairs.

Thank you.

Let's see what you have.

Can I get you anything, sir?
A drink? Some food?

No, thank you.
I need to change my shirt. It's stained.

- But first, show me the interview room.
- Sure. This way.

...yield critical DNA evidence, but
acknowledged today that forensic testing...

Forty on five, please.

Good to go.
...was found dead...

in a small fishing boat
near his vacation cabin...

the victim of a savage beating.

The motive for the fatal attack
remains unknown.

Syracuse Police have asked the public
to be on the lookout...

for two teenagers on the run
from a Maryland clinic...

driving a 1989 silver Toyota Camry.

One of the teens is Dana Brody...

daughter of fugitive congressman
Nicholas Brody.

Her companion, Leo Carras,
is receiving court-mandated treatment...

following the death of his brother...

who died from a gunshot wound
after an alleged suicide pact with Leo.

Police have asked the public
not to approach the couple...

but to contact Syracuse PD
at 800-555-0199.

In sports, Chiefs fans
may have to open their wallets...

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

Ninety-five cents.

Ticket prices are expected to rise
at least $1.50 to help cover the bill.

Hey, what about the change?

And in other news, the city council...

Coming?

Come on, we need to find a place to sleep
before it gets dark.

You okay?

I don't know.

Will you tell me about your brother?

- Tell you what?
- Tell me what happened.

- I already told you.
- So will you tell me again?

Look, I don't exactly
enjoy talking about it.

Will you please just tell me?
I want to understand.

Look, I was in my room,
doing homework.

I heard a gunshot.

I went into Phil's room.

He was...

He was lying there, blood everywhere.

Somehow he'd gotten hold
of my dad's gun.

Before you said
that he'd done it in front of you.

Because that's what it felt like.
He was next door.

In front of you, next door,
how could that feel like the same?

Dana, what's got into you?

They said it was different on the news.

- What news?
- In there.

We're on the news.
They're looking for us.

And they said what happened to you
and your brother was a suicide pact.

It's the fucking news.
Like they were there.

You know better than anyone
what they make up.

Except in my case,
they didn't make anything up.

- It was all true, every single thing.
- Just get in the car.

So which is it? Did Phillip kill himself?
Is that what happened?

Yes! Will you get in the car?

How did he get the gun?

- I don't know, he got it.
- You're lying.

- I'm not.
- You are. I can tell.

- Why are you doing this?
- Stop the car.

- No.
- Stop. I'm getting out.

- You're gonna hurt yourself. No, stop!
- I don't care.

Dana!

Dana!

Please stop! Dana, please wait. Wait,
just tell me what you want. I'll do it.

Tell me the truth.

I'm calling the police!

- I'll tell you the truth. Dana, please.
- Leave me alone.

- I love you.
- That doesn't mean anything.

- It does to me. I love you.
- Get off of me.

- Dana, listen to me.
- Why would I listen to you?

- Why would I listen?
- Because you're right! It was me.

It was my idea, playing the game with the
gun. It was my idea, my fault he's dead.

I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't.
I didn't know how to.

You just say it.

How do I say it? I liked you, I wanted
you to like me. How do I say that?

You just say it.

Like I said it.
Like, "My dad murdered 200 people."

Like, "I tried to kill myself."

I told you. I told you over and over...

the one thing I can't have
in my life is lies, and you lied to me.

Dana, please.

- Saul.
- Carrie. How are you doing?

Going a little crazy, to be honest.

- Have you heard anything?
- Yeah.

I heard about you and Jessica Brody,
about you and the FBI.

That's what I heard.

I had no option, Saul.

But you did have an option, Carrie, which
was not to compromise our operation.

I didn't. Last I looked, the surveillance
is in place. We're still in business.

Well, you should look again.

Quinn just called.

Surveillance pulled out five minutes ago.

Well, maybe they just knocked off
for the night. Or maybe Javadi is delayed.

Or maybe they saw through your fool's
errand on behalf of Brody's daughter.

Brody's daughter, for fuck's sake.

Do you realize how much work
you wasted, how much goddamn pain?

I wasn't made, Saul, I know I wasn't.

Right.

Saul, listen to me.

I've gotta go.

I was getting worried.
Thought you might have run out on us.

- While I'm having so much fun? Scotch.
- Yes.

Lockhart told me you had
a spirited exchange of views.

Yep. We didn't agree on a damn thing.

You know what might have
been nice, though, from a friend?

A word of fucking warning
about what was going on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if I could have your attention, please.

You know why I invited you here.

To set the future direction
of our nation's intelligence...

and to kill some geese.

I believe that both of those missions
have been accomplished.

So would you please raise a glass
with me...

to Andrew Lockhart...

the man the president has chosen
to be the next director of the CIA.

- Senator.
- Hear, hear!

Thank you.

Thank you, all.

I want you to know...

that when the president
announces my nomination tomorrow...

there won't be a prouder man
in America.

And two weeks from now,
when by God's grace, I'll be confirmed...

there won't be a humbler.

Humble...

because I know that I wouldn't be
standing here tonight...

without the support of all of you.

And a special thanks to the man...

who was the caretaker of the agency
through this most difficult time.

Saul Berenson. To you, Saul.

- Well done.
- Hear, hear.

And on that happy note,
I think we can eat.

One second, Mike.

I would like to congratulate
Senator Lockhart on his nomination.

If he's half as good a director
as he is a shot...

we're in safe hands.

Maybe that wasn't the right analogy.

Being a spy isn't the same
as sitting in a hide...

waiting for the enemy
to come onto your guns.

You're in the jungle,
usually in the dark...

with bad information...

and unreliable partners.

The senator's made a career of criticizing
the agency he's about to lead.

His first job, in my opinion, is to...

win the hearts and minds
of those men and women...

in harm's way.

Otherwise, he's just another
political appointee...

holding up his finger
to see which way the wind is blowing.

I wish you luck, Senator.

In the meantime,
I still have two weeks left on my watch...

and a lot of work to do.

Bon appétit.

General.

I'm okay.

Really.

- Yes?
- It's Quinn.

- I know. Is the surveillance back?
- No.

Are you okay?

Not really.

Where are you?

About a hundred yards away.

I'm not sure I like being watched over
by you, Quinn.

I'm at a safe distance.

Anyway, according to Saul,
you're wasting your time. I blew it.

We don't know that.

You were there. Did I get made?

I don't know.

It was always a fucking long shot.

Night, Quinn.

Saul.

I didn't expect you back tonight.
This is Alain Bernard.

Hello.

Alain and I worked together
in Mumbai and...

Saul?

No sound.

Open. Open.

Take off your clothes. Everything.

No. Please.

Okay.

Okay, I'll do it.

Yes?

I think the watch is back on.

What are you seeing?

I'm not sure. I put a GoPro camera on
her street but it's not showing anything.

- I gotta get closer.
- No, no. Stay put.

Dress now.

No.

In these.

No, this isn't right.
This is not what we agreed.

Nothing was agreed. Get dressed.

Anything?

Any sign of Carrie?

No, there's no sign of Carrie.
I'm too fucking far away.

Well, keep your distance. That's an order.

Hurry.

- I'm getting closer.
- Quinn.

Do not move.

Quinn.

Saul?

Not now.

Saul, please.

- Yes?
- Yeah, I'm inside. She's gone.

They left her clothes.

Broke her phone, I guess they got
her SIM. We lost her.

But we know who's got her.

We're back in business.

She's on her own, Saul.

She's always been on her own.

Take it off.

Carrie Mathison.

You're in good shape.

Must be all that yoga.