Homeland (2011–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - One Last Thing - 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, uh, Kuwait.

This 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 samba
we're going to swing for you

is one of the good old
favorites.

...until something stops him.

It was right
in front of my eyes,

and I never saw it coming.

That 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.

Homeland - 3x09
"One Last Time"

Previously on Homeland...

I got plans for you.

What plans?

I'm gonna play you back
into Iran.

From now on, you work for us.

The Senator's made
some serious allegations.

That you had Majid Javadi
in a safe house

on American soil
and let him go.

We debriefed him, turned him.

He's ours.

I've made a decision to give
the marriage another chance.

_

_

So I told him something

before you left...
about the Langley bomber.

You mean Brody.

No, that's just it.
It's not him.

The bomber's the only way
to prove that Brody's innocent.

Carrie, what the fuck
are you doing?

Carrie, turn around now.

This is your last warning.

Got a gunshot wound
to the upper left bicep.

significant bleeding.
Might have clipped an artery.

Where the fuck is Saul?

You're awake.

Where am I?

The Naval hospital.

They brought you here
after you were shot.

Careful, you don't want
to rip the sutures.

Quite a few of them.

It was a through and through.
Missed the bone.

Some muscle and tissue damage
but no nerve involvement.

You're lucky.

No, he's just a great shot.

How long will I be in here?

As long as you need to be.

For me to heal

or for the CIA to figure out
what to do with me?

You'd have to talk to them.

Are you aware
you're 13 weeks pregnant?

Yes.

The baby should be fine.

In case you're wondering.

Pupils reactive to light.

BP of 60 over 40.

Too fucking low.

Lay down.

He started going
cold turkey on the flight,

so they knocked him out

- with a half pint of vodka.
- Idiots.

Pulse is thready.

Take it easy.

Where's my stuff,
you fucking thieves?!

Fuck! Where is my stuff?!

Calm down, goddamn it!

Where's my stuff?

Don't move now.

You've got seven days till

Lockhart's confirmed.

You think this guy's
gonna be ready by then?

He's not what we expected...

but he's what we've got.

If he agrees to do it.

He's a mess...

anemic...

severely dehydrated,
probably hep C.

HIV isn't a stretch.

If you're suggesting a hospital,
it's out of the question.

I'm pretty sure
I can keep him stable,

but the guy's a junkie, sir.

How far is he into withdrawal?

Hardly started.

What he's feeling now,

it's gonna get
a hell of a lot worse.

Methadone would make it easier.

Has to be cold turkey.

Where he's going,
we need him functional.

Even if it kills him?

It won't.

'Cause you will keep him alive.

Do you understand?

Sir.

You all right?

Whoa, whoa!

Stop!
What are you doing?

I need it!

There's nothing there for you.

- No, I need it now!
- No.

Give it to me,
give it to me, give me...

Hey, grab him!

Where's the needle?

Got it.

Cover him up.
Stay down.

Please...

How are you feeling?

The doctor says
you're progressing nicely.

You'll be up and walking
in no time.

Though, not necessarily
out of here.

There are two armed guards
outside your door.

You know it never ceases
to amaze me

how you people close ranks.

Here you are,

a casualty of some CIA op
gone very, very wrong,

basically a prisoner,

and still, somehow,
I'm the enemy.

You are aware

that the CIA charter
does not include

operations on US soil?

You know, I'm on painkillers.

I can barely understand anything
you're saying.

Well...

I've been going through
your file.

The fact is,

you need someone you can trust.

And why is that?

You're lying there shot
and you need to ask?

The man who did this to you,

he's on his way out.

But I need to know...

what's he up to?

Ask him.

What was he doing in Caracas?

You didn't even know
he was there, did you?

I got another message
from Carrie.

Is she calming down at all?

No, the opposite.

Senator Lockhart
just paid her a visit.

Somehow, he knows
about Caracas.

It's impossible.

Well, he does.

You think he suspects?

I'm sure he doesn't
have a clue.

She does now.

So what do we do about that?

Same as before;

keep her under guard
at the hospital.

Away from Brody.

And Lockhart?

I don't know how
the hell he found out.

No one knew besides us.

Have our houses
and offices swept.

Every room, top to bottom.

What happened?

Shat himself.

Jesus Christ.

Who are you?

Don't talk.

You're soldiers, aren't you?

Don't talk.

It's burning!
It's burning.

It's not hot.

It's burning!

It'll continue as bad as
this, or worse, another three days.

And at least a week after that

before the stuff's out
of his system.

So you're saying ten days.

We have six.

Plus, at the end of all this,

he's gonna be weak
as a fuckin' kitten.

There is another option.

What?

Ibogaine.

It's a drug based
on a Nigerian plant.

It dramatically accelerates
the withdrawal process

and kills the addiction.

The side effects are brutal,

which is why
it's outlawed here.

Nausea, vomiting,
some hallucinations.

Violent,

mind-bending hallucinations.

Does it work?

It does.

Take my word.

♪ From the halls of Montezuma ♪

♪ to the shores of Tripoli ♪

♪ we fight
our country's battles ♪

♪ in air, on land and sea... ♪

Say something, you motherfucker.

Don't just stand there.

Say something...

♪ First to fight
for right and freedom ♪

♪ and to keep our honor clean ♪

♪ We are proud
to claim the title ♪

♪ of United States Marine. ♪

Of United States Marine.

Oh...

God...

Get out.

Get out!

What the fuck did you give me?!

No...

Give me that!

Get off me!

Get off!

Get off of me!

Get off!

Get off me, no!

He'll sleep now.

For a while.

Maybe we should just
call Saul's landline,

trigger the voice activation,

double-check our
tracking program.

We could.

But...?

This house is leased to

a shipping consortium
out of Tel Aviv.

- It's got Mossad written all over it.
- Yeah,

but what if it's just
a monitoring station,

or a dead drop?

Then we're wasting
our fucking time.

Are you gettin' this?

You're alive.

That wasn't a given.

Want some water?

Why couldn't you have just
left me there to die?

I think you know that
wasn't really an option.

So...

what now?

That'll be up to you.

A trial?

'Cause I didn't do it.

You talking about
bombing the CIA?

I'm inclined to agree.

But your transgressions
don't begin or end there.

And I'm not about to engage
in a back and forth

where you somehow
end up the victim.

We both know what you've done.

We both know what you are.

A man who's dug himself
into a hole so deep,

common sense'd tell you
there's no way out.

I am telling you, though,
that there might be.

How?

I'm offering you a chance

to be a Marine again.

The man you were...

before they broke you.

Please.

No more.

I'm done.

You are not.

You will do
this one last thing.

No.

So kill me.

Kill me now.

You want to die, huh?

We'll see about that.

Put him overboard.

Fuck this shit.
I'm going in.

Don't. He'll come up.

I don't believe this.

Fuck it.
Let's go.

Pull him...

He went down like a stone.

No attempt to save
himself whatsoever.

Now he's refusing to eat.

Make him.

How do you expect us
to do that?

It's called
force-feeding.

All due respect, sir,

the guy's a waste of space.

Now, I suggest whatever
you've got in mind for him,

just push it six months.

Let us do this thing right.

You done letting us in
on your thought process?

Yes, sir.

Get him to eat.

He's right, you know.

Our window's closing fast.

It's now or never, Saul.

How you feeling?

As if you actually cared.

You know, I've had
time to think here.

And I keep coming
back to the fact

that this bullet in my shoulder

would never have happened
without your okay.

You were about
to compromise the mission.

I was about to clear Brody.

You said you were behind that.

"Clear Brody."

What does that even mean?

So you lied to me.

I don't think you
want to go there--

who lied to whom.

Brody slipping out
of the country

while you were unconscious
for 14 hours.

You think I believed
that for a second?

You know I was in Caracas,
you left me a message.

Don't you want
to know how he is?

How is he?

He's not well.

What did you do to him?

You know, the assumptions
behind that question

are so misguided,
it frightens me.

I found him in a bad way.

Believe me.

It wasn't something I wanted.

Where is he?

In Virginia.

At Dam Neck.

Got a special ops team
trying to get him in shape.

In shape for what?

That's what I wanted
to talk about.

I have a play.

It involves Brody.

And I'm hoping
you'll convince him

it's in everyone's interest.

You told me
Javadi was the play.

He is.

Brody's the next phase.

And you need me why?

I'm assuming he already
turned you down.

We didn't get that far.

Like I said, he's not well.

So, what is it?
What's your big idea?

Darnish Akbari.

Head of Iran's
Revolutionary Guard.

Right.

Javadi's boss.

And the single greatest
impediment to peace.

I want him gone.

Well, good luck with that.

Brody can get to him.

How?

As the Langley bomber.

Brody seeks political
asylum there.

Gets an audience with Akbari,
takes him out.

Javadi's the heir apparent.

He ascends the throne,
and he goes from being

one of the 20
most important people in Iran

to one of three.

Only he's working for us.

Brody takes him out?

Yes.

Come on, Saul, you're reaching.

Akbari's better protected
than the Ayatollah.

Brody's got a knack for
getting into tight places.

He's done it before.

At best it's a suicide mission.

No, he'll have a
team on the ground.

And you expect me
to convince him of this?

I expect you to consider
deeply the upside

of placing a US asset
at the very top

of the Iranian food chain.

That's what I expect.

Javadi won't be just
an intelligence source.

He'll be in control

of the entire Iranian
security apparatus.

That doesn't mean
he'll roll over and play dead.

I know.

But he can do something.

Something to break
the long jump.

Something besides another war.

Something that'll change
the facts on the ground...

just enough...

so two countries that haven't
been able to communicate

for over 30 years

except through terrorist actions
and threats...

can sit down and talk.

That's the play, Carrie.

Tell me
it's not worth your time.

Hey.

Brody, I want you to know

that I didn't know
you were here until today.

I came as soon as I heard.

Tell me if there's anything
I can do for you.

Anything.

When do you need him ready by?

27th of this month.

Why so soon?

It's the day Senator Lockhart's

confirmation hearings begin.

Right.

Tell me what happened
to him in Caracas.

A world of shit
as far as we know.

He was gut-shot
at the Colombian border.

Nearly died.

Got hooked on the painkillers,
I guess.

There was also
an incident at a mosque.

An imam and his wife
were murdered.

Because of him?

Because of him.

I need a vehicle.

What happened to your arm?

Hang gliding accident.

For real?

Fucking CIA, Baraz.

What are you asking
her questions for?

Just making conversation.

It's the next left.

What now?

Now we wait.

We sat on the house
for 24 hours.

And this is the only person
who ever came in or out.

Oh, Christ.

You know him?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Who is he?

A friend of my wife's.

His name is Alain Bernard.

She met him in Mumbai.

They struck up
a relationship there,

which may or may not
be ongoing.

I hate to ask this, Saul,

but do you think Mira's aware?

That he's an Israeli
intelligence officer?

No.

Falling for the guy is
her only crime.

What do you want me to do?

For the time being?

Pick him up.

Put him in a dark fucking hole.

What about Lockhart?

How does he fit
into the equation?

I think I buried a lead.

Meaning what?

After our guy left
the safe house,

I followed him to Pete's Diner,

Capitol Hill.

Dana?

Dana?

Dan...

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, assholes, let me out!

Brody...

Get off me!

Oh... God...

- Let me the hell out!
- Relax!

Brody!

Motherfucker!

Dana, it's me!

Dana!

- Get back...
- Get off of me...

Dana!

Fuck. Dana!

She can't hear you, Brody.

You... you bitch.

You fucking bitch.

Is he in?
Is he expecting you?

Sir, you can't go in there.

I'm hosting a
fund-raiser that night anyway.

Listen, I got to go.

What the hell, Saul?

What is this?

Open it.

Care to explain?

Alain Bernard is writing
a profile on me for Le Monde.

20 minutes ago,

Alain Bernard admitted to being

an asset
of Israeli intelligence.

And I should be concerned
about this... why?

Because he claims he passed you
information obtained

from a listening device
planted in my home.

That's preposterous.

Is it?

One call to
Ambassador Benayoun,

it would be
an international incident.

A second call to The Post,

and your picture'd be
on the front page

of every newspaper
in the country.

What do you want?

Time.

Time?

Postpone your confirmation

until the middle of next month,

and these'll never
see the light of day.

I don't understand.

It's a simple request.

Give me a few more weeks.

That's not what I meant.

You could destroy me with this.

You could guarantee
your own tenure as director.

Why are you letting me
off the hook?

Because it would humiliate
my wife, Senator.

And because it would
damage the Agency.

Badly.

We have a deal?

We do.

I was hoping you've calmed
down enough to talk.

What's Dana doing
cleaning motel rooms

- in the middle of nowhere?
- Why?

Is something wrong with that?

- Being a maid?
- There's nothing

wrong with that, goddamn it--
I just want to know

what's going on
with my daughter!

Drink it, and I'll tell you
about Dana.

Slowly, or you'll be sick.

There.

Now, what's going on?

Well, she's had
a rough time, Brody.

She dropped out of school.

She moved out of the house.

She changed her last name.

Take me back to the motel.

That's not gonna happen.

For Christ's sake, Carrie.

I told you.

if you want to see her again
you have to...

Quit your fucking games, Carrie!

I need to look her in the eye.

I want her to know
I'm innocent!

If you keep yelling,
this conversation is over.

Now I would like

to tell these two men to leave,
can I do that?

What do you want?

The same thing as Saul
Berenson, I'm guessing.

Some bullshit about me
being a Marine again?

What do you want, Brody?

What have you always wanted?

A chance at redemption.

For the last time, Carrie.
I didn't do the bombing.

You of all people
should know that.

I'm not talking
about the bombing.

I'm talking
about the suicide vest.

I'm talking about the death
of Elizabeth Gaines

and those
two Secret Service agents

outside the State Department.

I'm talking about what happened

to that imam and his wife
in Caracas.

Do what Saul is asking.

- What you're asking?
- All right, what I'm asking.

If not for your sake,
then for Dana's.

Otherwise, telling her
you're innocent is just...

is just one more lie.

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.

Well, look who's come
out to play.

About fucking time.

Did you get Mommy's permission?

Hey, shut the fuck up,
everybody.

We're going this way.

You ready?

Come on.

On your feet.

No.
He needs to do it by himself.

Tell me when you're
good to go again.

Now.

Go.

_

Find Maputo, Mozambique.

What's the frequency?

KHZ 3265.

What language
are they speaking?

Portuguese.

Bottom three cards?

Eight of clubs.

Ten of hearts.

Jack of spades?

Spell her last name.

Uh, B-A-C-Z-

E-W-S-K-I. Baczewski.

It says here
she's hotter than what?

- Georgia asphalt?
- And who said that?

Lula Fortune to Sailor Ripley

in Wild at Heart.

Fucking-A right.

Yeah.

So, you guys got
something going on?

No.

Come on, man,

I've seen the way
she's checking you out

when you're not looking.

There's nothing.

Seriously?

Seriously.

So, you don't mind if I...

if I hit that shit then, right?

See?
There is something.

I knew it.

No, go ahead. Really.

Nah, man,
I'm just fucking with you.

I'm married.

And, uh, we just had
our first kid.

It's a boy.

Name's Devon.

How come I didn't know that?

Just...

I don't like
talking about my family.

Superstitious.

Hey, we're on in five.

In the briefing room.

Iranian patrols
in the area are intermittent.

But they are well-trained
and equipped.

Also, there is also
an IRIAF base

in Bijar, 70 miles away,

which means they can call
in air support.

What kind of
planes are we talking?

Uh, some French-built
F-1 Mirages impounded

from Iraq
after the First Gulf War

and six Chinese SU-24s.

Excuse me, can we back up
a minute?

Sure.

The guys gets me
to the border...

where I surrender myself?

Correct.

We chose Marivan because
several Al-Qaeda commanders

also asked
for political asylum there.

What happens then?
I get flown to Tehran?

After a period of vetting,
yeah, that's our expectation.

Okay, but what makes you think
I'll ever get close enough

to General Akbari
to take him out?

You'll be treated as
a hero of the Revolution.

The senior members of the
regime, like the general,

want to take advantage
of your propaganda value.

Plus Javadi's on the ground

to facilitate a meeting
between the two of you.

But if we don't know
where or when

the assassination goes down...?

You're concerned about
our extraction plan.

How we're gonna get you
out of there once it's done?

Yeah.

I was just getting to that.

Once you're inserted
at the border,

four members of your team

will continue south to Nodesheh,

where they cross the mountains
and make their way overland

to Lavasan, a small city
just outside Tehran.

Opposition groups there
have provided us

with a safe house.

We've already gone ahead

and put in secure Satcom.

Our code there is...

Since when do you smoke?

I don't.

I'm not.

It just looks like I'm smoking.

There.
It never happened.

You saw nothing.

Nothing.

Look...

I did what you asked.

I'm doing what you want.

Now you told me you'd
take me to see Dana again.

I meant after you get back.

Come on, Carrie.

We both know
that's a long shot.

We made it this far.

That's true.

I admit, I had my doubts.

Oh?

Is that why you've
kept your distance?

Hey, it's fine.

You're entitled.

You're loading out
in six hours.

I'm not sure I can get you off
the base and back in time.

Well, I'm not leaving
until I see Dana again.

It's there. 119.

Brody, there's something
you need to know.

Before she changed her name,

before she left home...

Dana was hospitalized.

About two weeks
after the bombing...

she tried to kill herself.

Who is it?

Dana, it's me.

It's your dad.

Hi.

How did you find me?

Carrie.

Can I come in?

Dana, please?

Thank you.

I had to see you.

Okay.

You have.

Oh, my baby, I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

How are you now?

Why are you here?

I just wanted to tell you
that all those things

those people said I did,
I didn't do.

Fine.

Fine, good.

I didn't kill all those people.

It wasn't me.

I didn't do it.

And I have to leave soon.

In a few hours.

But I just wanted
to see you before I go.

You did.

Did you ever,

for one second,

think about if
I wanted to see you?

What... what do you
want to hear?

That you were a good dad?

Huh?

That despite everything,
it's all okay?

What do you want me to say?

Look...

look, here...

here, just write it down.

Really, just write it down
and I will say it to you...

as long as you promise

I will never have
to see you again.

Either of you.

I will come back from Tehran.

I know you will.

And not just for her.

Where the fuck were you?

He wanted to talk.

He's got 45 minutes
to load out.

He's all set.

You took him off base.

He threatened
to pull out, Saul.

Anything could've
happened out there.

But it didn't.

I am truly at
a fuckin' loss with you.

Have a little faith, Saul.

Two weeks ago,
there was no operation.

Now there is, because of me.

I really need you to get that.

Because in order for us
to pull this thing off,

we're gonna have to find a way

to trust each other again.

Or at least come up with a
really great plan for faking it.

Brody...

See you on the other side.

All he has to do tonight is walk
across the border and ask for asylum.

And in the unlike event that
anything goes wrong?

We have it covered.

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