Homeland (2011–…): Season 5, Episode 12 - A False Glimmer - full transcript

Previously on Homeland.

Numan, ifs me.

Were you able
to get the documents back,

-download them off Carrie's
laptop, like you said'? - Yup.

If I'm not allowed to speak
to Faisal Marwan immediately,

I will release the remaining
classified documents in my possession.

(speaking German)

MAN:
He's in a coma for a reason.

SAUL:
He may have vital information.

Is there a procedure
for waking him up?

What are the risks? Massive
seizure, cerebral hemorrhage.



Death.

Tell me what the target is. Tell me
where the attack is going to happen.

- Keep him awake, Colonel.
{gagging}

-(groans sharply)
- MAN: Stand back, please.

Please.

(monitor beeping rapidly)

The Kremlin can't seriously
want this attack to go forward.

They do, and you will
see to it that it does.

What's the target?

- No! No!
- Last chance.

Hauptbahnhof Station.
The 5:15 to Potsdam. Please!

-(gunshot)
- Oh, fuck!

- The attack, it's BER.
- The airport?

CARRIE: Bibi Hamed
has a cousin- Qasim.



Guy was obsessed
with Hauptbahnhof.

- Train station.
-5:00 is rush hour.

It's the perfect time
to hit the subway.

That's good, Carrie,
except BER is the target.

Are you sure
it's the airport, Saul?

Did he mention a specific area
within the airport?

I think I would
have said, Saul.

(speaking German)

WOMAN: Somebody just jumped
down onto the tracks

and went into the tunnel.

Woman with the gunshot
wound- where'd she go?

(groans)

Shh!

(speaking German)

I'm an American intelligence officer.
Do you speak English?

(panting)

The federal police
are on their way.

Is it here?
Is the weapon here?

What's the plan, Qasim?
How do you know my name?

Dr. Hussein told me.

You should go.

I didn't lock the gate.
You should go now.

Where's the weapon, Qasim?

It's clear you're
having second thoughts.

Tell me. Where is it?

With Bibi.
Deeper in the tunnel.

The plan is to disperse the gas
in front of an oncoming train.

When?
The next train.

That's in four minutes.
I need to see.

- Does he have a gun?
- I think so, yes.

- Okay, you're gonna need to do it then.
- Do what?

Stop him. I won't be able
to get close enough

without him seeing me
and triggering the weapon.

Here. Take my gun.

Put it under your shirt

and don't use it until
you're right in his face.

I can't.
There's no other way.

I can't kill him.
He's my cousin.

There are hundreds of people
on the platform back there.

Thousands in the station.

That train will push
the gas everywhere.

All I can do is try
to talk him out of it.

What? Talk him out of it?
How is that gonna work?

Allah will help me
find the words.

(breathing raggedly)

Okay, then go. Go.
Go now.

QASIM:
Bibi! Bibi!

Bibi!
Qasim?

(speaking German)

QASIM:

BIBI:

(Qasim groans)

(grunting)

(Qasim panting)

(gasps)
Qasim.

Qasim. lt's over.

It's over.
You stopped him.

Easy. Easy.

Help is on the way.

Shh.

That was you too, wasn't it?

Who saved my friend,
who gave him the atropine?

Thank you.

(speaking Arabic)

(Sighs)

(radio chatter)

(speaking German)

Carrie. Thank God.

You okay?

No, not really.
(gasps)

What happened in there?

It wasn't me, Saul.
It was Qasim.

A lot of people would be dead
right now if it wasn't for him.

Including me.

Hey.
No, no, no. I’ll be okay.

I'll be okay.

What about the others,
the rest of the terror group?

Federal police have
dropped a net on the city.

And Allison?
What about her?

I'm figuring she's the one who
sent us in the wrong direction.

Yep.

Tell me she is in custody.
Not yet.

She had a head start.

(sniffles)

I want to go home now.

I'll get somebody to drive you.

Thank you.

Jonas?

You home?

(Sighs)

Give us the room,
gentlemen.

This charade is over.

And I'm your
self-appointed confessor.

Okay.

How old are you now,
Ivan?

Fifty?
Two.

Fifty-two.

So, she was
your life's work.

Mind me asking whose idea it
was for her to come on to me?

Second thought,
don't answer that.

I'd rather not know.

I guess the boys
didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

Chemical attack at
Hauptbahnhofs been thwarted.

Two terrorists dead, the rest on the run.
Your girlfriend in the wind.

Sorry. I-I-

Now you've lost me.
I'll make it simple.

Allison was ordered by your bosses
to let the attack go forward.

She tried. She failed.

She's since disappeared.

Well,

if you're telling the truth,
she has been, uh, busy.

If I'm telling the truth,
you're burned, my friend.

You're left holding the bag.

How do you figure?

Allison on her way back to
Moscow means you're no defector.

It means she's the Russian agent
we've been saying all along.

If you're telling the truth.

I'm good,

but I'm not that good.

A story with
so many moving parts

would've taken weeks
to dream up.

You know I'm right.

Hmm.

Say'

Say I do believe you.
What do you want?

I want her back.
I want her punished.

And what makes you think
I even know where she is

or how they're gonna
get her out of the country?

Because if she were
my agent, I’d know.

Hmm. 'Cause I’d know
everything about her.

Down to the very last detail.

When to scold,
when to forgive,

when to laugh at her jokes.

Except she's the one running me.

Ivan,

I say this respectfully,

one professional
to another.

You're playing a bad hand.

(Sighs)

I understand you're a ski racer.

Downhill?

Giant slalom was my event.
Why?

How does resettlement in
Jackson Hole, Wyoming, sound?

Witness protection,
sizable living expense.

I'd miss the Alps.

You'll miss them either way.

And there's no family
in the picture, is there?

Not a wife or children?

So you've devoted
your entire life

to an institution that's now
turning its back on you.

“The last illusion
of the illusionless man.”

(mutters)
What?

What's so amusing?

Nothing. Nothing.

It's a good pitch you're making.

Mmm. I'm admiring it.

I was gonna tell you
it's not for nothing.

No?
No.

You came this close
to painting a masterpiece.

This close.

And not many people
can say that.

But I won't be making you another
offer like this anytime soon.

I'm being generous

because you have something
I want very much.

Take it or leave it.

Very well.

It's a shame though.
I would've enjoyed talking to you again.

It was my idea.

You were an easy target, Saul.

Middle-aged, recently divorced.

I knew if you were
sleeping with her,

you wouldn't see
other things so clearly.

Where is she then, Ivan?

How are they planning
on getting her out of Germany?

(chattering in Russian)

(speaking Russian)

(door closes)

MAN:
Ah. Our guest.

My patient.

Oh, this way.

Did they give you
something for the pain?

Yes, but ifs wearing off.

Please, have a seat.

I am Dr. Rudolf.

I'm going to take care
of you, okay?

How long am I slaying here?

As long as it takes

for things to calm down
out there.

Until then, I've been told to give
you the first-class treatment.

You must be
very important.

(chuckles)

Who are you,
Putin's long-lost sister?

I am important,
so fuck up my shoulder,

and I'll see to it you never
practice medicine again.

Okay.

Laura, the BND is here with
a warrant for your arrest.

- What?
- Come on. Let's get out the back way.

Wait. What the hell
are you doing?

- There's no time for that.
- My air gap computer's in there.

(speaking German)

Laura Sutton,
you are under arrest

for violating
the Foreign Residency Act.

Take her into custody.

Don't worry. I'll
try to call Jonas.

Call all the lawyers you want.
(German)

I know you.

You're Anders Larsen,
sellout piece-of-shit hacker.

I don't have them.
The documents aren't here.

This won't hold up.

Doesn't have to.

You've officially overstayed
your welcome in Germany.

We're sending you back to
your good friends at the FBI.

(beeping)

LARSEN:

Carrie.

Carrie.

Hi.

How long have I been asleep?
I don”: know.

(sighs)
Just got back from the BND.

They've got Laura,
and they won’t let me see her.

It's fucked.

I didn't know where else to go.

You heard about the attack?

Nothing happened, right? lt's over.
Yeah, they got the guys.

There was a big shoot-out
at a house in Prenzlauer Berg.

It's good to see you.

It feels like ifs been forever.

Yeah, it does.

Come here.

(murmurs)

Take off your shirt.

Wait. Wait. Wait a minute.
What happened to your hand?

Nothing.

BND!
(German)

(speaking German)

“A Hamster Love Story.”

But she never cared
for that one here.

This is it.

(German)

(chuckles) But you have
to do all the sounds-

the tractor sputtering,
the ducks quacking.

Thankfully, “quack” is the
same in English as in German.

Lucky for you.

Lucky for me.

(Sighs)

I wanted to take some of
Frannie's books back with me.

The danger's over then?

You're safe from what
you've been running from?

Yes, I'm safe.

We're safe.

You want to tell me
what happened today?

It's all over the Internet.

The mysterious blonde woman in the
Hauptbahnhof tunnels with a gun.

You?

Me.

Nice shirt.

Take it. It's yours.

It'll make me happy
knowing you're wearing it.

So that's it?

We're just- We're just
gonna say good-bye,

like none of this ever happened?

It happened.

(exhales)

I was happy here.

Frannie was happy.
I think you were too.

Yeah. I was.

So why can't we just pick up where
we left off? Would that be so hard?

Come here. Sit back down.

No. I don't want to sit down.
No. I want another chance.

I think we could
do better this time.

Look, I'm sorry.

You're sorry? This is
not easy for me either.

I love you guys.
I really do.

Then don't break up with us.

Let's just put everything
back the way it was.

You can't put things back.
They won't go back.

You don't know that. You don't
know that until we've tried.

I can't un-hear things I've
heard, unsee things I've seen.

I'm sorry. Stop- Stop
saying that you're sorry.

I don't want to go through life always
worried about what's around the next corner,

and I don't want
my kids to either.

Your kids? Yeah. What happened to
Steffan can never happen again.

It won't.
You can't promise me that.

Jonas- Carrie, I'm
doing us both a favor.

Can't you see?

It will never work,
is what I'm saying.

It was a crazy idea
to begin with.

Oh, so now I'm crazy.
I didn't say that.

I'm not crazy, Jonas.
I went off my meds for a reason.

I know.
(scoffs)

No. No, you know
what was crazy

was that I actually opened myself
up to you and really let you in.

We are not talking
about the same thing.

I'm talking about loving you,
about being loved.

What are you talking about?

Hey. Hey, come on.

No, no, no. No.
I don't want that.

I don't want it. I won't allow it.

No.

No, no.

Peter Quinn.
He was in Room 303.

- Where is he'?
- Are you his wife?

No.
Family?

I am a friend, goddamn it!
Where is he?

You're gonna have
to calm down.

He's in the OR.
He had a brain hemorrhage.

The neurosurgical team
is operating on him now.

What, so he had a stroke?

In his case, intracerebral
and quite severe.

How long has he been in surgery?

A couple of hours now, but he's
gonna be in there a while,

five or six hours
at least.

Can I show you
the waiting room?

The chapel.

Is there a chapel?
Yeah.

(Sighs)

♪♪ (woman singing in German)

♪♪ (continues)

(labored breathing)

(gasping)

Hello.

I'm sorry.
I've- I've forgotten your name.

I'm Dr. Emory.
I remember. I'm Carrie.

May I join you, Carrie?
Of course.

(exhales)
So he's out of surgery.

The hematoma was very large.

We had to perform a craniotomy,
drain it and repair the bleed.

What does that mean?
Will he recover?

It's too soon to tell.

Come on, Doctor.

You've seen a thousand
of these. You know.

Tell me.

It was a bad one,

and even if he does recover,
the brain damage will be significant.

Where is he?
He's in post-op.

I need to see him.

Oh. Of course.

Oh, dear God.

You all right?

Did I do this to him?

(beeps)

Good morning.

I was beginning to think
you'd forgotten about me.

(sighs) I'm going to
tell you three things.

All true.

If you say so.

One: Faisal Marwan is dead.

He threw himself out
a fifth-story window

right here in this building.

You mean you threw him
out the window.

He jumped. That is a fact.

You killed him.

You fuckers.
No.

We made a mistake leaving him
alone, but we did not kill him.

Still, it presents us
with a problem.

How to explain his death
to the German people.

No shit. Which brings
me to the second thing.

Your friend Numan.

What about him?

He's in the next cell.

We have his laptop.

We've recovered
the hacked documents.

Since now they'll never be published,
you've lost your leverage.

I'm happy to show him to you
if you don't believe me.

You people.

You're the one who's abused
your position here in Germany.

Yeah?

So why am I not
on a plane home like you said?

What am I still doing here?

Believe me, there are plenty of my
colleagues not far from where we're sitting

who’d like nothing better than to
see you rot in a supermax prison.

You think I care
what you do to me?

Ah.

But you are not the one
we're talking about, are you?

It's Numan.

What do you mean?

His asylum status here was granted
on a temporary basis only,

up for review every six months.

Come on.

You wouldn't do that.

Turkeys declared him
an enemy of the state.

It is up to you, Laura.

They'll execute him-
or worse.

Either do exactly as you're told,

or it's back to where he came from.

(monitor beeping)

(snoring gently)

(snoring continues)

(door opens)

ADAL:
What's the prognosis?

Unchanged.

Not a good sign
he hasn't woken up.

No.

PW -

If there's no improvement soon,

they're talking about changing his
status to minimally conscious.

What does that mean?

It means odds of recovering
cognitive function drops close to zero.

Poor Peter.

That's his worst nightmare.

(groans)

You know, we found him
when he was 16.

No, I didn't know that.

A foster home in Baltimore.

The group was looking
for a street kid-

someone real, but also pretty enough to
turn the head of a Hong Kong paymaster.

He was a natural
from the start.

I believe it.

Couple years later,

I sponsored him for training.

Youngest guy ever.

Here.
What's this?

You were his beneficiary, in case
anything happened to him in Syria.

I figured I'd give it
to you now.

No telling when we might
see each other again.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(paper rustling)

QUINN'S VOICE:
Carrie, I guess i'm done,

and we never happened.

I'm not one for words,
but they're coming now.

I don't believe in fate
or destiny- (door opens)

Talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

How is he?

Not great.

I didn't come here
to fight with you.

Okay.

Given any more thought to what
we discussed the other day?

(sighs)
I have not.

But more thinking
isn't going to change my mind.

I spoke to the director.

He's prepared to offer you
complete autonomy, Carrie.

Design your own mission,
pick your own team.

Not interested. Sorry.

You mind telling me why?

I think I deserve
an explanation.

I'm not that person anymore.

You just saved hundreds of lives.

I got lucky. Luck had
nothing to do with it.

If that weapon had gone off, we'd be
living in a different world today.

We're already living
in a different world.

The attack wasn't the first,
and it certainly won't be the last.

You're being selfish.

Really?

Selfish?
That's what you think?

I think you know better than
anyone how to fight these guys.

Thars the thing, Saul.
I don't.

I have no idea.

Then help us- help me-

come up with a new paradigm.

(Sighs)

I'm gonna go back in now.

Goddamn it, Carrie.

I need you.

And I told you,
I'm not that person anymore.

(door closes)

(knocking)

Come in.

ERNA:
It's time to go.

I hope your stay
has been comfortable.

This house is a transit site
for human trafficking.

Underage girls being sold
into prostitution.

Yes. What is your point?

You're kidding.

I've done it myself.

It's only three and a half hours
to the border. You’ll be fine.

What if I need to pee?

You hold it in.

(exhales)

Next time you see sky,
it will be Russian.

(speaking German)

(woman speaking German)

♪♪ (theme)

MAN: Welcome back,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome back
to Laura Sutton,

the dissident
American journalist

who was also our guest
earlier this week,

promising to publish
more sensitive documents

if her demands
were not met.

I understand you have
a statement to make.

Yes, I do.

As a reporter, I have always
valued the truth above all else,

sometimes to the detriment
of my career,

certainly to the detriment
of my relationship

to the country of my birth,

the United States of America,

where I haven't stepped foot
in three and a half years.

In stark contrast,

Germany has provided me
with a home

and the freedom
to do my work.

I have tried to demonstrate
my profound gratitude

by championing the rights
of the German people

and by speaking truth to power.

Four days ago,
I appeared on this program

and made some serious allegations
about state security.

I accused the BND
of abrogating due process

and arresting Faisal Marwan
for the second time

on what I claimed
were bogus charges.

In the wake
of last week's failed attempt

at Berlin Hauptbahnhof

and in light of new evidence
I have been given access to,

I am now convinced that Mr. Marwan
is not the innocent man I thought he was.

In fact, it is now
clear to me

that he was a vital
and dedicated member

of the terror cell that planned
and plotted this attack for years.

HOST: Excuse me for interrupting, Ms.
Sutton,

but are you at all worried about
the damage to your credibility?

LAURA:
Of course I am.

But all I can do now
is learn from my mistake,

and... hope to put it behind me
as quickly as possible.

Did he come at you hard?

He did.

A promotion?

Not exactly, but-
What then?

Stock options?
(laughs)

Here, let me help you with those.
No, no, no. That's okay.

Let me do that.

You're being very discreet.

Are you considering
his offer?

You tell me
if I'm too nosy, hmm?

No, not at all.

Can I at least pour you
some more wine?

That would be good.

Thank you.

Truth is, it was painful.
How so?

Turning him down.

Saul recruited me.
He trained me.

He's pulled so many hatchets
out of my back I've lost count.

We were a team.
We've always been a team.

Is that what you did?
Turned him down?

Yeah.

I don't know whats ahead,
but that chapter of my life is over.

Finished.

So, are you ready
to hear another offer?

I'd like to make one.

I can't go back to work right away, Otto.
I'm sorry.

Too much has happened. I need to take
some time, be a mom again for a while.

I understand.

But I'm not talking
about your old job.

No.

You've trained your team well.
Mike can take over.

What then?

Over the years, I've hired a
lot of extraordinary people.

Interviewed a lot more.

You're picky.
You're famous for it.

Never anybody
like you though.

That's nice of you to say.

It's not nice.

I read your application.

Saw right away
how brilliant you are,

what a free thinker,

and insisted on meeting you.
I remember.

We sat down at 10:15
on a Wednesday morning.

I offered you
the position at 10:30.

I remember.

I was waiting for you, Carrie.

I was waiting for you
to walk through the door.

Okay, now I'm a little lost.

I want a partner.

Someone who knows the world
for what it is,

but also knows
it must be made better.

Someone to share
my life with.

Otto-

You don't have to
answer now.

Go back to America,

spend time with your daughter,
think about it.

I-I don't know what to say.
Say nothing.

Just think about the scope
and scale of what I'm proposing.

The possibilities.

I'll be in Washington
next month for meetings.

We can talk then.

(Sighs)

(phone ringing)

LAURA: Hello. Laura, what's going on?
They just let me go.

Numan, I can't talk to you.

You can't talk to me?
Why not?

IFS a condition of the deal I made.

I can't talk to you ever again.

What deal?

Good-bye.

(sharp crack)

(speaking foreign language)

(rain pattering)

(groans)

Pop the trunk.

QUINN'S VOICE: Carrie, I guess
I'm done, and we never happened.

I'm not one for words,
but they're coming now.

I don't believe in fate
or destiny or horoscopes,

but I can't say i'm surprised
things turned out this way.

I always felt there was something
kind of pulling me back to darkness.

Does that make sense?

That I wasn't allowed
a real life or a real love.

That was for normal people.

With you, I thought,
"Ah. Maybe, just maybe."

Bu! I know now that was a false glimmer.
Wm used to those.

They happen all the time in the
desert, but this one got to me.

And here's the thing-
This death, this end of me

is exactly what
should have happened.

I wanted the darkness.

I fucking asked for it.

It has me now.

so don't put a star
on the wall for me.

Don't say some dumb speech.

Just think of me as a light
on the headlands,

a beacon, steering you clear
of the rocks.

(Sighs)

I loved you.

Yours, for always now,

Quinn.

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