Homeland (2011–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Iron in the Fire - full transcript

Previously on Homeland-

Sandy had a dark asset providing targeting
information on terrorists in the border region.

So? He was out there trading
top secret information-

Oh, please.
to God knows who,

in exchange for a few
successful drone strikes.

So, what was that about
with Lockhart?

I'm going back to Islamabad
as station chief.

- Ah, good morning.
- Ambassador.

Aayan, those were your relatives that were killed
in the wedding party the Americans bombed?

Look, the Americans,
they're murderers, okay?

But what we did to that man,
how is that any different?



Kid who shot the wedding video-

turns out he's a nephew
of Haissam Haqqani.

- I need a favor. Put this someplace
safe for a while. - Yeah. What is it?

Just, um, personal things
that I don't want taken.

- I'm quitting my job.
- Something happen?

A lot of things happened.

Fuck me.

It was premeditated- the whole
thing from start to finish.

There was a guy in the crowd with an
earpiece coordinating the whole thing.

Jesus, Quinn.

This changes everything.
It means I really need you now.

You don't know
who you can trust yet,

so you need to set up
a second station somewhere,

with your own people,
independent of the embassy.



Are we up on the kid yet? Yeah.
He's back at school.

You're in trouble, Aayan.
Who are you?

My name is Carrie Macpherson.
Fara Sassani works for me.

I'm her London bureau chief.

You don't understand.
I cannot talk to you.

What are you scared of?
Who's threatening you?

Because I can protect you,
Aayan.

I can even get you out of Pakistan
if that's what you want.

How?

Maneuvering
on your position.

We 'll be setting up
for an engagement.

It's Alice
in fucking Wonderland.

PID confirmed. Engage. Engage.

- Where are you?
- I'm at a safe distance.

Clipped an artery.

I know a way.

First, the US
found and killed Osama bin Laden-

You will die over there!

Well, you can't
keep snakes in your backyard...

and expect them
only to bite your neighbors.

You know, there are
things that the Pakistanis have done,

as complicated
as the relationship has been-

Roger. I'll try and get eyes on.

- Oh, God.
- I'm so sorry.

I have to say good-bye now.

Just for a few more seconds.

Ripped By mstoll

Vampire hours.
Jesus Christ.

You scared me.

You ever sleep?

You ever knock?

What are you looking at?

Just trying to familiarize myself
with the local ISI agents.

Mmm.

Well, you won't find him
in that database.

- Who?
- Farhad Ghazi.

- Why not?
- He's not proper Pakistani intelligence.

He's a local hood that they
outsource the strong-arm stuff to.

Farhad Ghazi, huh?

I never forget a pretty face.

Don't say I never did
anything for you.

Aayan.
Is your father here?

No, it's okay.

Do you have
the bag I gave you?

Kiran?

Kiran,
do you have the bag?

Baba found it.

Kiran, can I-
I need the bag, please.

Where is it?

Kiran, tell me.
He destroyed it.

He smashed everything. How
could you let him do that?

I tried to stop him. I begged
him to stop. I'm sorry.

Kiran, you have no idea
what you just did.

Who are the medicines for, Aayan?

Saul.

- Carrie.
- Is there somewhere we can talk?

Put the bags in the car. I'll be a
couple of minutes. This way. So?

You still have contacts here in the
intelligence community, right?

Sure.

Have you been in touch with
any of them on this trip? No.

- But I can always pick up the phone.
- It's more than a call.

I need you sitting
across from someone.

Saul. Carrie, my plane
leaves in less than-

Sandy's death was
no act of mob violence.

It was premeditated.

What? The ISI killed
him, straight out.

Look.

This was taken that day
at the scene.

Name's Farhad Ghazi. He's a real creep
with a long history of wet work...

for their counterterrorism unit.

Who else knows about this?
Just you, me and Quinn.

Well, you can't keep this to yourself.

Langley needs to know.
White House needs to know.

So, what, we lodge a
formal protest? Yes.

So, Pakistan issues a formal denial,
we expel a bunch of their diplomats,

they expel a bunch of ours, and in
the end, nobody's held accountable.

Accountability isn't in
the job description, Carrie.

Sandy was one of ours,
murdered by one of theirs.

That's a huge fucking deal.
Something's going on.

- Something's always going on.
- No, not like this.

Quinn called me last week,
concerned.

About what?
You.

Me? He's the one
who wigged out.

Well, maybe that was
the more appropriate response.

Well, maybe he should keep
his opinions to himself.

So, you gonna help me or not?

Hey, Quinn.
Hey, Fara.

You're early.
Tailwinds.

Carrie's not here yet.
Okay.

I just put on some coffee.
Want some? Sure.

This free?
Yeah.

So, catch me up. Did Carrie
identify the guy with the earpiece?

She did. She's with Saul now,
laying out the operation.

So Saul rattles
a general's cage or two...

and we wait to see who delivers
the message to our foot soldier.

Yeah.
His name's Farhad Ghazi.

How is she?
Carrie?

Good.
Amazing, actually.

Well, you got this place up and
running in record time. All her.

Honestly, I don't know when
she finds the time to sleep.

He's here.

- Who?
- The medical student.

Aayan.

I will only speak to
Carrie Macpherson.

She gave me her card.

Carrie's not here
right now.

But she's on her way.

- How long?
- Ten minutes at the most.

Please.
She'll want to see you.

Come on, Aayan. You can
wait in my office.

You don't have to talk to anyone
else if you don't want to.

Okay. Okay.
This way.

Make yourself comfortable.
I'll get you a glass of water.

She left the embassy immediately and went straight
to the hotel where Saul Berenson was staying.

Spent 20 minutes there. Then she had her security
detail drop her off at Faisal Avenue in G-8.

I, uh, lost her
shortly afterwards.

- Shortly?
- She's good.

Gave no sign
she'd even made me.

Hmm.

You think anybody in her detail
will play ball with us?

Well, they just got here.
Find out.

Yeah. And that photo of Farhad
Ghazi- I'd never seen it before.

Looked like a frame grab of some kind. See
if you can track down where she got it from.

Yeah.

Where is he?
In my office.

Did you really mean it when you said
you could get me out of Pakistan?

You let me tell your story,
I'll get you to London.

But you can do that though?

You can?
My paper can.

We get sources out of tricky
situations all the time. Okay.

Good. But, um, I need
80,000 rupees first.

That's nearly £500.
What for?

Can't tell you. Then I
can't give it to you.

I knew this wasn't for real.

Aayan?

Is this the man
that threatened you?

Because if it is, you're in a
lot more trouble than I thought

He works for state security.

He's nobody you want in your
life under any circumstances.

Hey.

What is going on, Aayan?

You need to tell me.
Is he blackmailing you?

No, it's not like that. He's got nothing
to do with why I need the money.

You have to tell me why you
need it then. I can't.

I can't.

But 80,000 rupees will fix it,
whatever it is?

It might.

Okay.

Come with me.

Fara, I need 80,000 rupees
from petty cash.

- Let me send somebody with you, in case
there's a problem. - I have to do this alone.

Thank you.
Be safe.

And if you really want out of Pakistan, you
have to be back here as soon as possible.

Okay.

Thank you.

Max is already
in the van.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Fara filled me in on the kid.

And? Getting anybody asylum
these days is no easy matter,

much less a place
at medical college in London.

- Yeah, I'm aware of that, Quinn.
- So you have another play?

He's an iron in the fire. He
knows something he's not saying.

Our man with the earpiece
paid him a visit last week.

He did?

- Anything else you want to know?
- I'll get my things.

Strategically, United States'
concerns about the endgame in Afghanistan,

Islamabad’s persistent attachment
to violent extremist groups,

and the fact that Pakistan may lurch
into greater internal instability-

thus threatening the security
of its nuclear arsenal-

all means that an easy alliance between our two
countries is not in the cards anytime soon.

So, why bother?

Why don't the US and Pakistan stop driving
each other mad and break ties altogether?

That's your topic.
No more than five pages.

Thank you.

Professor Boyd.

I enjoyed your lecture.
Thank you.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?
No, but I knew your friend.

- Who's that?
- Sandy Bachman.

He was hardly a friend.

Oh. That's not
what he told me.

Who are you?

I'm someone who benefited
greatly from your friendship.

And I am here to tell you that's not
about to end now that he's dead.

I have no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, I think you do.

I'm sorry. You must have me
confused with somebody else.

Do I?
Mm-hmm.

Who else would be
providing Sandy...

with classified documents straight
from the ambassador's desk?

I really have to go.

Saul Berenson.

General.

No, no, no. I'm retired.
Please, call me Bunny. Bunny.

It's good to see you again.

Yes, it is.

Tongues are
wagging all over the club.

Fraternizing with the enemy.

You hate us so much?

No American has set foot in here
since your raid on Abbottabad.

We could go
someplace else.

Nah. Fuck 'em all.

So, where are we?
We bugged his landline, his computer.

Put in cameras.
He's on his cell phone.

Why are we not hearing
the other side of the conversation?

We couldn't get close enough.
He was on the move all morning.

We need his cell phone. That's
where the call will come in.

And we have to be able
to trace the caller.

Come on, guys. This is the asshole
who killed Sandy, for Christ's sake.

We're gonna have to get within five
feet of his phone in order to clone it.

Gotta do it while
he's asleep then.

There must be another way.

Not if he stays in that
apartment, there isn't.

It's not like when we were
fighting the Cold War.

No, the Russians
were tough, but-

They didn't saw our heads off
on the Internet.

Blow up innocent people.

Fly airplanes into
the Twin Towers.

Come on, Saul.
What?

We both know
9/11 was a hoax.

An Israeli-American excuse to launch
a crusade against the Muslim world.

Honestly, I don't know
what to say...

when I hear men of your deep knowledge
and experience talk like that.

President Bush lied about Iraq. Why
not 9/11? Because it's nonsense.

Like saying bin Laden's not dead.
Oh.

Abbottabad was a CIA plot
meant to embarrass Pakistan.

So, tell me, Saul.

What do you want from me?
I want a favor.

Somebody to talk to at the ISI,
somebody high up you trust.

What's this about?
Can't say.

My advice, then,
is to drop it.

Now is not a time to be trusting anyone
inside the Intelligence Directorate.

Surely there must be somebody
I can reach out to there.

Don't do it, Saul. It's not
even your business anymore.

Go home.

Spend time with your wife. Garden.
I don't have a garden.

But I seem to remember I do have
an outstanding credit with you.

It's a little late in
the game to be calling in a chit.

What do you mean? It's over, Saul.
You have lost.

The Americans are being driven out of
Afghanistan just like the Russians were.

The Taliban has won,
and they know it.

And they will dictate
the terms of the settlement.

Well, then, you can afford to be
a little gracious, can't you?

Max, the taxi's stopping.
Pull over.

This is Ommaya, the
teaching hospital. Yeah.

What's he doing here?

We gotta be hearing this.

- Fara, he knows you.
- I'll keep out of sight.

You there?

I'm here, yeah.
I can't get any closer.

He's giving her the money
he got from Carrie.

What'd he tell her to do?
I don't know. I can't hear.

Looks like she told him to wait.

Then we wait too.

Clone's accepted.

Jesus.

- - Get
the fuck out of there, Quinn.

Go, Quinn.

Call was local.

Friend asking if Ghazi
wanted to go clubbing.

At least we know it works.

Come on, Bill.
There's got to be something.

I'll do freshman composition,
adult night classes, anything.

No, no, I understand.

I thought that
might be the case.

Look, can we
compromise with just an office?

It doesn't even need
to be on campus-

just so I can sell it
to Martha.

Come on, Bill, please.

I'm going
out of my mind here.

Sure.

Sure, think about it.

You don't need to decide
right now.

I'll-I'll wait for your call.

And thanks again, Bill.
Yep.

Fuck!

I thought you'd gone to bed.

- I have to talk to you.
- I'm almost finished.

SecDef is being
a total pain in the ass.

Martha, I need to talk to you now.
Something wrong?

No. No, the opposite. I-
I finally got some good news.

What?

GW has offered me
my old job back.

- They have?
- Mm-hmm.

My period of exile
is over.

Bill Nicholas himself called.

- When was this?
- This afternoon.

He was up early.

Martha,
I'm not lying to you.

Talk to him yourself
if you don't believe me.

He wants me back
as soon as possible.

So, what does “as soon
as possible” mean?

Early next week.

Faculty meetings
have already started.

So, you're just
gonna... leave?

You're gonna abandon all your teaching
commitments and everything else?

Come on. I can't
say no to this.

Yeah, well, do you think our marriage
can survive another separation?

I think that our marriage could put my
career first for once. We tried that.

You ended up plagiarizing
an entire chapter of your book.

That will not happen again.

Plus, there's Toby
to consider.

Don't bring him into this.

He's away from home
for the first time.

One of us should be there for him,
don't you think? Or both of us?

You know damn well I can't
leave in the middle of my tour.

I have spent my whole life
following you around.

- This is a ridiculous conversation.
- Is it?

Well,
I've already said yes.

Figured as much.

I'm leaving next week. Fine.

Fine.

I thought you should know.

Now I know.

You did
the psych eval too?

I just have my very last polygraph.
Then I'm out.

Jesus, Quinn.

I guess I'm even more grateful
that you're here now.

Anything for you, Carrie.

Is that the real reason
you didn't come with me to Kabul-

you already had
one foot out the door?

Mostly, I just didn't want
to live in a bunker and...

kill people
by remote control.

That's harsh.

Ever since
that kid in Caracas,

covert operations
have been over for me.

I thought they were anyway.

You have to let yourself off
the hook for that one, Quinn.

At least I know his name.
Carlos Cedeño.

I don't even remember
half the others.

You took the fight to the enemy
and saved lives in the process.

Or just made more enemies.

Either way, I was pretty far
down the fucking rabbit hole.

- Come on, Quinn.
- I'm serious.

It was like a drug.

You know, going from one
mission to the next like that.

You want to believe you were
such a bad guy? Go ahead.

- I was a bad guy.
- Stop it.

Why are you doing this?

Maybe because
you need to hear it.

What I need, Quinn,
is your help.

Not your goddamn foot
on the brake.

So, who's on doom watch, and
who's going back to the embassy?

Quinn?

Uh, you go, I'll stay.

You sure?

- All right. Good night then.
- Good night.

Fara.

Fara. Mmm?

The night shift's
coming out.

I need a bathroom.
Not yet, you don't.

There's that nurse.

Where's Aayan?

Hand-off complete.
Hand-off of what, only God knows.

It's a hospital, Max. Probably
drugs of some kind. Medicine.

- He's moving.
- Hurry.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Can we call off the dogs, please?
Good morning to you too.

I have enough trouble
shaking ISI tails...

without having to worry about
losing my own people as well.

The idea was to watch your back,
so you didn't wind up like Sandy.

- Then why not come right out and tell
me about it? - We knew you'd say no.

Well, now I am saying no.

Okay.

I don't see you having much trouble
getting in and out of the embassy.

There's a tunnel.

- A tunnel?
- It starts under the Economics section.

Dumps you out
into the Itwar Bazar.

Why didn't you say something?

You never asked.

Hey.

What the fuck is this?

Bunny sent you.

General Latif asked me
to spare you some time.

- What do you want?
- Talk to you about Sandy Bachman.

What about him?
His death.

Actually, his murder.

Answer me something, if you would.
Of course.

Who's speaking here?

Is this Saul Berenson,
the private citizen?

Is it Saul Berenson,
ex-director of the CIA?

Is it Carrie Mathison?

Who's speaking, please?

Why was Sandy Bachman
murdered?

You tell me that,
and I'll tell you who's speaking here.

Hmm.

Well, usually the simplest
explanation is the correct one.

- Which is?
- He was recognized on the street...

and killed in anger
over a drone strike.

Official story.
The truth.

With one important omission.
What?

There was an ISI operative on the
ground that day, in the crowd.

Not just by chance.

He was conducting
the whole bloody orchestra.

- You know this how?
- I've seen the evidence.

- It's compelling.
- What evidence?

An eyewitness? A photograph?
Show me.

Photographs can be forged,
eyewitnesses paid for.

You're a bright young man.

This would explain a lot.
About what?

The timing of the leak of Sandy
Bachman's picture to the press.

The fact that the other two intelligence
officers in the car weren't also killed.

As a former official
of the United States,

you're drawing some pretty
damn unofficial conclusions.

Wouldn't be the first time your service
has targeted one of our people.

- Or vice versa.
- Was it you?

You give the order?

As a favor to the general, I agreed to a
chat, Mr. Berenson, not an interrogation.

Good day.

Where's our guy?

Went out for breakfast. He's back now.
He's on the Internet.

Well, I just got off the phone with Saul.
Consider the pot stirred.

If anything's gonna happen, it's
gonna happen today, and soon.

Hey, Quinn, can I talk
to you for a second?

About last night-
Forget it.

No. You didn't want to come back here.
I get that now.

So, thanks for coming in spite of that.
It means a lot.

Not to mention we'd be nowhere
on this if it wasn't for you.

We may still be nowhere.
Mmm.

You know what I mean.

So, we good?

Yeah, we're good.

You see him? Yeah.
He's just as stuck as we are.

He's getting out of the car.

We're gonna lose him.

Don't do anything stupid.
It's not worth it.

Quinn!
Target's getting a call.

Qadir!

- Salaam alaikum.
- Hello ?

Quinn, what did she say?
His laundry's ready for pickup.

He's killing his comms. That was
an exit code. Who was the caller?

We're not getting it.
Quinn!

- Nothing. No trace.
- Well, how is that even possible?

He's running.

Fuck! Fuck!

We have to take him.

- What?
- We take him now.

- You fucking kidding me?
- We don't have a choice.

He walks out that door, out walks our only
chance to connect the ISI to Sandy's murder.

- It's way too dangerous.
- What? He's one guy. There's four of us.

- He's a trained hood who knows
he just got made. - We can do it.

Not without somebody
getting hurt.

All right, fine.
We'll do it without you.

Parvez, Qadir, come on. No!

Get your hands off me! For all you
know, he's got backup on the way!

Backup? Did you hear one word
about backup on that call?

Fara's on the line.
Not now.

She says it's urgent.

- I can't talk to you.
- Haissam Haqqani's alive.

- What?
- Haqqani is alive.

That's impossible.
He was killed in the air strike.

Well, I just saw him walk out of
a madrassa with Aayan Ibrahim.

He was with Aayan?
Yes, they embraced.

And then Haqqani
drove off in an SUV.

- Are you 100% sure? - Check your
e-mail. I just sent you a video.

Guys, he's
leaving the apartment.

Want us to go after him?
Just wait.

- We're gonna lose him.
- Then we lose him.

We may have
a game changer here.

Is that Haqqani?

Yeah.

But we killed him.

And the Taliban
said we killed him.

- Fara, are you still there?
- I'm here.

I'm assuming you couldn't follow him.
No, I'm on foot.

- What about Aayan?
- Heading back the way he came.

Okay, get back to the office as soon
as you can in case he shows up there.

And, Fara, good work.

What the fuck, Carrie?

Tell me what you're thinking
right now.

That Sandy's death actually
makes sense for the first time.

He was killed in order
to protect Haqqani,

who either survived the air strike
or wasn't there in the first place.

He wasn't there.

- They played us from the very beginning.
- But why do any of it?

Because that's when we stop tracking
terrorists- when we think they're dead.

I get why the Taliban wants us
to think that, but why the ISI?

That's a great fucking question.

Hello, Professor.
Please come in.

Hey!

I don't like asking twice.

I am the husband of
the American ambassador,

and you-you are risking
a serious diplomatic incident.

- What do you want?
- I've told you already.

And I told you
I'm not the guy.

Plus, I'm leaving,
as you can see.

Actually, you're not.
You've had a change of heart.

Hmm.

I demand
to make a phone call.

Of course.

Go ahead.

But here's what happens
if you do.

A package arrives at the FBI
headquarters in Washington, DC.

Inside are the documents you stole
from your wife's computer...

and a timeline implicating
you in their theft.

You're arrested for treason and your
wife's career is destroyed by association.

Who are you?

Call me Tasneem.

Beyond that,
it's better you don't know.

Dennis?

Here's my promise to you.

Once you've done
all I've asked,

you can leave Islamabad
without any further obligations.

A free man.

Neither the FBI nor your
wife will ever know.

What's this?
This is how we begin.

Don't worry.
Aayan will be back.

How can you be sure?
Because he's desperate.

And because he would've gone with
Haqqani if that was an option.

Are you coming, Max?
Coming.

Max is gonna take me
to the safe house.

You wait here in case
Aayan shows up. Okay.

And if he does show, bring him by.
I don't care how late it is.

Should I get started on
a passport and visa for him?

No.
Why not?

He's not going anywhere,
Fara.

But we promised him
safe passage to England.

That's before we caught him aiding
and abetting a known jihadi.

Haqqani's his uncle, Carrie. For all we know,
that medicine is for one of his cousins.

Do you know what
a stalking horse is?

It's a decoy used to hide behind
while hunting your quarry.

I don't understand.

We're gonna hide right behind Aayan,
all the way back to his uncle.

But he'll never agree.

Let me worry
about that.

You just get him
to the safe house.

Aayan, come in.

See you tomorrow.

Everything okay?
Yeah.

I guess, yeah.

You did what you needed to?

Anything else
I can do to help?

No, I don't think so.

Thanks- Thanks for the money though.
I'll pay you back.

- Here, let me take that.
- No, it's- it's okay.

So this is
where you'll stay.

I- I thought
we were going to London.

We are, once I get you
a passport and a visa.

But you- you said right away.
Well, this is right away.

We're talking about two days, three
at the max, then we're gone.

- Three days-
- Aayan, you're safe here.

I'm- I'm gonna move into a hotel tomorrow.
I'll give you some privacy.

But for now, let's-

let's make up the couch.

What do you say?

Okay.

I'll be right back with
some sheets and a pillow.

All right.

Come on, give me a hand.

Here. You
take that end.

Sorry.

Yeah.

There.

You must be exhausted.
You should get some rest.

Look, I know it doesn't feel like that
right now, but it's all gonna work out.

The worst is over.

You deserve a little-

Grace.

Hey, what is it, Aayan?

Something I didn't tell you.

I should've told you.

What?

I got kicked out of my, uh-
my medical school.

When did that happen?
Yesterday.

For what reason?

They're claiming I stole medicines
from the hospital pharmacy.

I didn't do that. It's a lie.
Hey.

It's okay.
No, I-I didn't do it.

I believe you.
Hmm.

What about King's College?

Won't this affect
my chances of getting in?

No.

Really?

Really.

How-
How's that possible?

Trust me.

I'll make them
understand.

Hey, try not
to worry so much.

Wh-What are you doing?

Nothing.

Is that okay?

I don't know.

You've never done this before.

No.

Hey.

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