Homeland (2011–…): Season 5, Episode 7 - Oriole - full transcript

Previously on Homeland.

(speaking German)

Are you American?
Huh? Spy?

- You were in Syria?
- Till 20 days ago.

- What were you doing there?
- Protecting Yaseer Ramali's trucks.

A mercenary.

I got a call from Vasily
on the tarmac,

except it wasn't Vasily
on the other end of the line.

I have to assume it was Saul
Berenson's hit man. Exactly.

And what happens
when he and Saul compare notes

and realize that it was me who put
Carrie Mathison's name in that kill box?



Saul's weakness is Israel.
Dar Adal knows it.

I know what this is about.
You think I don't?

Thirty years ago, I leaked
three names to Mossad-

three terrorist names
during a desperate time.

You hang on to it
like it was yesterday.

Your operation,
Quinn taking out jihadis-

Someone got inside it, put my name there
as a target. It was the Russians.

Wanna tell me why the Russians give a
shit whether you're alive or dead?

Because they don't want me
to see something

in the documents
those hackers stole from you.

So what is this thing
they don't want you to see'?

I don't know.

Which is why you need
to get the documents for me.

Oh, shit.



Sweep all of it, down to the bone.
Starting in the back.

Wait. They were already in here yesterday.
Langley wants a second pass.

This is ridiculous. Hey, hey, hey,
hey, careful. Don't pull that.

You can't bend fiber-optic
cable like garden hose, okay?

ADAL:
Where's Saul?

He left the office
with a copy of the breach documents.

I wanna talk to you
about Carrie Mathison.

Carrie came to me for help, asked rne to
bring her some classified files. I refused.

I didn't trust her. Because
of you, for one thing.

Anyway, I didn't believe her.
Now I do.

I need you to give her
something for me.

Herr During, these men
won't identify themselves.

We're investigating a terrorist act.
Sit down.

- Did he give you anything'?
- He didn't give me anything.

Take him out of here.

From Saul Berenson. He said
you’d know what to do with it.

(woman speaking German)

CARRIE: Christ, I really thought
I left all this behind.

MAN: The Islamic State,
ISIS, proclaimed itself

to be a worldwide caliphate
with authority over-

Redraw the map
in the Middle East.

WOMAN: The soldiers are hackers, the battlefield
is online, and it's not a matter of-

Edward Snowden is a coward.

...extremely disappointed that the
Russian government would take this step.

LAURA: It's against the law.
It's against the fucking law.

CARRIE: All that suffering
and nothing changes.

CROCKER:
Is our strategy working?

(phone recording: German)

{wrong number tones)
{phone recording: German)

(man speaking Russian)

SAUL:
I actually convinced myself

we were gonna change the world.

QUINN:
Carrie will never be free.

CARRIE: Spend my life on the
run, give up my daughter?

JONAS: I don't know how
you live with yourself.

AL-AMIN:
I will fight you forever.

CARRIE (whispering):
Who's after me?

JONAS: So many people, so
much blood on your hands.

Took you longer than usual.

I thought I caught a tail.
I was wrong.

So, what gifts have you
brought me this evening?

None.

I specifically asked for details

on NATO's air exercise
in the Baltic.

Impossible.

- Why?
- The station's on lockdown.

What are we doing here then?
You should've canceled.

I don't think so, Ivan.

What is it?

Saul Berenson smuggled a thumb
drive out of the building

and then met
with Otto During at his club.

What was on the thumb drive? Our
famous 1,361 files. What else?

Why on earth?

I have no idea.

I've been racking my brains
trying to figure ii out.

That doesn't make sense.
He despises During.

There's only one person
Saul would go so far out on a limb for.

Allison, she's dead.

What if she's not?

You saw it for yourself.

I saw a photo, not a body.

Did you see a body?

She works for During. What if she's
going through the documents right now?

What then?

You’re projecting
your anxieties, okay?

Imagining the worst.

I will not spend
the rest of my life in prison.

(exhales)

Okay.

Okay, fine.

Let's say you're right.

I highly doubt it,

but even
if you are right,

it's a long way
from here to there.

(sighs) We'll have to
establish the facts first.

(Sighs)

Talk to Saul.

How? He's under 24-hour guard,
getting grilled by Dar Adal.

So? lt's not
the Lubyanka.

Find an opportunity,
or create one.

Ali.

Alichka.

No one does it better
than you.

You've played these men
for years.

They trust you.

(Sighs)

Talk to Saul.

(Sighs)

Hey.

Otto, what are you
still doing up?

Sleep is overrated.

I thought you could
use some coffee.

Oh, thank you.

Anything?

Not yet. I'm about a quarter
of the way through them.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

No, I could use a break.
I can- I can barely see straight.

Milk? Sugar?

Black is fine.

Your house is amazing.
Your... Schlass

Thank you.

So, what are you
looking for exactly?

I don't know exactly.

Something Russian intelligence
doesn't want me to see.

Something they're willing
to kill you for.

Right.

You know, I'm half hoping
I don't find anything at all.

Why is that?

Then this can all
still be a mistake,

some... big misunderstanding.

Wouldn't that be nice?

And what would you do then?

I'd go get Jonas,
fly home to DC,

take him and Frannie to this cabin
my sister and I have by a lake...

and never leave.

Well, that would be nice.

Actually, I doubt
he'd even come with me.

Things got pretty crazy there
for a while.

We broke up.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

You know, Jonas is my friend,
and he's a good man, but-

What?

He-He's a lawyer.

Keeps both feet
on the ground.

Yeah, he does. That's one of
the things I love about him.

My first wife was like that.

Earthbound.

Earthbound, huh?

Most people are.

You're either born
with wings or not.

You just gonna keep him
in there indefinitely?

He's being
completely uncooperative.

What's he saying?
Ah.

It's all too stupid
and theatrical for words.

Is he still denying he took the
thumb drive from the building?

Of course he is.

Well, maybe he's telling
the truth after all.

What's this?

I found it in my desk where he
camped out most of yesterday.

Oh, come on, you don't expect
me to buy that, do you?

Not really.

But there it was, just the same.

Sitting in the top drawer.

It's got all the files on it too.
I checked.

Nice try, Allison.

Just because I'm sleeping with him

doesn't mean I'd perjure myself
to protect him.

It's a fair point.

Doesn't mean he didn't make a second
copy and give that one to During.

Also a good point.

How about letting me take
a run at him then?

Come on.
What do we got to lose?

If he's gonna talk to anyone,
it's gonna be me.

Fine. Have at him.

Not here.

We all know enough not to
incriminate ourselves on camera.

Where then? Let me take
him back to the hotel.

Saul likes his creature comforts.

(Sighs)

Hello.
Do you speak English?

A little. Yes?

The Interior Ministry
gave me this number.

I'm trying to reach Samir Khalil.

(chattering, faint)

Hello?

Samir is not here.

This isn't Dunya, is it?

No.

You're Shatha then.

YES.

Shatha, my name
is Carrie Orser.

I knew your father
many years ago.

We worked together trying to rebuild
the justice sector in Iraq.

It's really important
that I speak with him.

- He's not here.
- But this is his number, right?

"(Clicks)
'(beeps)

I've spoken with the brothers.
They all agree.

About what?

No attack here in Berlin.

We go to the Levant
to fight instead.

Honestly, I don't give a shit
what you do.

But it was
your recommendation.

Not that I remember.

Will you help us get to Turkey?

No.
Come on.

You've taken the trip before.
You could show us the best way.

I said no.

We could pay you.
Not enough.

What's enough?
10,000 a week.

Dollars, US.

My uncle could pay you.
He's an important man.

How important?

He's in charge of collecting
ransoms in northern Syria.

He's an emir?
Deputy emir.

What's his name?

Abu al-Qaduli.

Never heard of him.

You choose.

Come with us,
make a lot of money.

Stay here,

wait for Hajik's brothers
to find you and kill you.

We go tonight.

He's inside there.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hello.

And good morning.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Very.

Come sit with me.

It's a miracle.

God knows how it
survived the war.

The Red Army came charging
through here in '45.

Later, when I was
growing up...

my mother hired a monk to come
live with us and say Mass.

Father Leibniz. Very strict.

I've always found it
difficult being a Catholic.

You?

I don't know. I was lapsed so long,
maybe I missed the hard pan.

Who was ii
who used to pray,

“Oh, Lord, make me good,
but not yet”?

You seem pretty virtuous to me.

Oh, but I'm not.

I'm not.

Listen, Otto,
would you mind

if I asked Laura Sutton
to join us here for a while,

help me track down
someone on the Internet?

You've found something?

I think so.

By all means, then, yes.

(cell phone buzzing)
Excuse me.

Hello.

Carrie. Darling.
My little Oriole.

How are you, Samir?
Are you well'?

Okay.
Just okay?

Well, I have the misfortune
to suffer in my back.

It's all those years
sitting on the bench.

All those years
in Saddam's prison.

Anyway, I haven't been anywhere
near the courtroom since 2009.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Don't be.

The rule of law is finished here.

(Sighs)

Five months ago, you tried
to contact me, Samir. YES .

I put up a distress rocket,
but heard nothing back.

- Nothing?
- Well, not really nothing.

I had a crash visit from some
comedian called Smith or Jones.

Well, what did you tell him?

That I would
only talk to you.

I wanted you, Carrie.

But from you I heard nothing,
not a word.

Oriole was on the shelf, Samir.

Oriole had flown the coop.

Somebody might have told me,
don't you think?

Instead, I'm sitting here
and waiting for the phone to ring.

What did you want to tell me?

Remember the name
Ahmed Nazari, by any chance?

Yeah, of course.
The- The lawyer.

The creep of the year, fabricator, the
bribe taker and intelligence peddler.

He died,
as I remember.

In the bombing
at the Ministry of Justice.

No.

Oh, he did, Samir.
I'm fairly certain.

Well, then he's risen
from the dead.

Wh-What do you mean?
Why I put up the rocket.

I saw him one morning
walking the neighborhood.

I'd heard his father
had been ill.

You sure it was him?

Up so close
I could smell his cologne.

Imagine my surprise learning
you were here in Berlin.

I assumed you knew.
I didn't.

You and Saul- the perfect
marriage ending badly.

Hmm.

Did he ever mention Otto During
to you, or the Foundation?

Never.

What about the Israelis, some kind of
joint operation he was running with them?

No. Could we sit?
Yeah.

I brought you a sandwich.

Thanks.

You said you
caught a break?

Yeah, I did.
Got lucky, I guess.

How so?

Fell in with some of the jihadis

released the other night
from Plotzensee Prison.

Yeah?
Long story.

Bottom line: They want an
escort to the Syrian border.

That's interesting.

Why? Signals intelligence
picked up indications

they were planning something
here in Berlin.

Something big.

They were. Now they're gonna
die like dogs in the desert.

Impressive, Peter.
Well done.

There's more.
One of them has an uncle.

Guess who.
I hate guessing.

Al-Qaduli.
You're kidding.

Might present us with
a paint-and-kill opportunity.

I get close enough, you have
the ordnance standing by.

Sounds like a plan.

Yes, I'm a traitor.

Yes, I'm here to plant
disinformation on you

in service
of the great state of Israel.

Yes, Otto During
is my accomplice.

Take me. Hang me.
Anything but this.

Let me make you a drink.
I don't want a drink.

The sheer fucking insanity of it.
That's a little harsh.

Harsh? How?

Even I'm convinced you took the
thumb drive out of the building.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I just can't figure out why.

Well, how come you covered for me then?
I'm loyal.

Well, most of the time anyway.

Well, then buy me
the 72 hours I need.

Beg if you have to.

You think I haven't tried?

Any idea what happens
if I'm shipped back to Langley?

I've got a pretty good idea, yeah.

I'm not talking short-term.

I'm talking
the long-term purgatory of it.

The suspicion
that never goes away.

The latest unperson
in the latest looming scandal.

Well, what difference
is 72 hours gonna make?

I'll either have the
answer by then or I won't.

I don't understand.

What exactly is it
you're waiting for?

Allison, tell the truth.

We alone right now?

As far as I know.

No hidden microphones?

No listeners in the next room
waving their magic listening wands?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

Well, fuck it if they are.

♪♪ (classical, loud)?

Hear that?

Rachmaninoff.

Fuck you!

I did download
the documents.

I did pass them
to Otto During.

Saul. Why?

Why?

That's a good question.

I'm loyal too, I guess.

Loyal to who?

Carrie.

Carrie.

She believes her life
is in danger.

I'm starting to agree with her.

She thinks the reason's
in the documents somewhere.

So she has them now?
I'm assuming.

I see. I took them to
During to take to her.

She's the one I'm waiting
to hear back from.

Saul, I'm not feeling so well
all of a sudden.

(exhales)

You all right?

What is it?
I'm not sure.

Should I call somebody?
No. No. I'll be fine.

Need a minute?
Yeah. A minute. Thanks.

♪♪ (continues)
(door closes)

(exhales)

(panting)

(panting stops)

(groans)

(breathing deeply)

(beeps)

(chimes)

LAURA:
Hey.

Carrie, this is Numan,
aka Gabe H. Coud.

Numan,
this is Carrie Mathison.

Laura said she might
be bringing you.

I could really use your help.
Thanks for coming.

I want to know what I'm helping
you with first. We both do.

Of course.

After, maybe then
you could help me.

Anything you need.

To find my friend Korzenik.

What is it?

He's dead, Numan.

What?

How do you
know this?

The SVR is now in possession of the
documents you hacked out of Berlin Station.

They killed Katja Keller
getting them.

Korzenik is a loose end
they would never leave untied.

I'm sorry.

What I'm asking is you help me identify
the people responsible for his murder.

Will you?

Okay. The first thing we need
to do is locate this man-

Ahmed Nazari.

This is an obituary.

Well, apparently his death
was greatly exaggerated.

He was a lawyer in Baghdad,
attached to the Ministry of Justice.

As well as an asset
of the Central Intelligence Agency.

Really?

The plot thickens.

Are you saying
they intentionally disappeared him?

Who? The CIA?
I-I don't know.

Where should we
start looking?

Ahmed's wife left Iraq

nine months after the bombing that
supposedly killed her husband.

As far as I know,
she went to Amman, Jordan.

- What was her name?
- Jamila. Jamila Nazari.

So I'm assuming this means you got
ahold of the documents after all.

I did.

Are they here? In this room?
Let me see 'em.

Laura, I can't.

Come on, Carrie.

Why do you think I agreed
to come all the way out here?

Can we talk
about this later, please?

Fine. You know
what Otto's gonna say.

What's the password for the Wi-Fi?

“Pope Francis.”
Two words.

You assured me
she was dead.

(sighs)
I was wrong.

Okay.

What's the worst
that can happen?

That Ahmed spills the whole story,
tells her everything.

One, why would he do that?

Two, she needs to locate him,
then get to him before I do.

She's had the documents
since last night.

Amsterdam's seven
hours away by car.

She could be there by now.
That's doubtful.

Will you stop
underestimating her?

I don't care how fucking brilliant she is.
She's not a magician.

Well, I'm not willing
to take that risk.

You think we are?

Allison, you represent
the greatest penetration

of American intelligence
in fucking history,

SVR or KGB.

My bosses actually believe
you will be director one day.

Well, they're not the ones you're
asking to march into work tomorrow

as if the world isn't about to end, like
it's just another goddamn day at the office.

Come on.

Don't protest too much.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

That means both of us
know you love it.

That's where you live,
the double game.

Without it, you’d be a beached
fish, dying of too much oxygen.

It's the getting caught part
I'm not so crazy about.

I know.

We'll be waiting for her
in Amsterdam.

Saul Berenson gave you those documents
in confidence to give to me,

not to plaster all over the Internet.

Since when did we give the CIA
veto power over what we publish?

She's got a point. Transparency's
one of our guiding principles.

“An open society."
It's on the fucking card.

Have you already forgotten how many
people have fucking died because of this?

I nearly did.

So did you.

She's in Amsterdam.

Jamila?
Yeah.

Her husbands pension is automatically
rerouted from an account in Amman

to an NBN bank in the Zeeburg
district of Amsterdam.

- CARRIE: Did you get an address on her?
- No. But I can keep trying.

Okay. Do. In the meantime,
I'll get on the road.

There's a garage full of cars.
Take your pick.

Thank you.

How on earth will you find one
woman in the whole of Amsterdam?

One Iraqi woman.

Who probably changed her name.
Definitely did.

But I have a former colleague
there in the expat community.

And meanwhile, what, we just punt
a decision on the documents?

To be continued, Laura.
To be continued.

(speaking German)

Zaheer.

You can't come.

What's the issue? His passport
has a Jordanian stamp in it.

We won't make it past
the first border.

- It was on holiday. Two years ago.
- Doesn't matter.

Hey. We have
a cover here.

We do construction work in
Istanbul and not jihad in Syria.

You want to take the risk, be my guest.
But not with me.

- Wait.
-(speaking German)

Sorry, Zaheer. Not this time. Get
new papers, we'll see you there.

MAN:
Zaheer.

MAN #2:
Okay. Let's go.

(knocking)

Just a minute!

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just thought we should
be together tonight.

Come in.

(chattering)

Carrie. My friend,
is that really you?

- Who else?
- Up to your old tricks, I see.

How do I look?

Uh, I have to love it.

(chuckles)
lt's good to see you.

You have no idea.

You been driving a cab long?

Ah, a few years now.

It pays for night school. I'm
getting my MBA. That's great, Esam.

You got me out of Iraq, Carrie.
You gave me a second chance.

L'm gonna make
the most of it.

Well, looks like
you're doing just that.

So, you want my report now or later?

(exhales) Now is good.
It was too easy.

Third call I made was to the Iraqi
Refugee Assistance Project.

Guess what.

Turns out she's
the bloody treasurer there.

And not only that, using her
real name, Jamila Nazari.

You're kidding.
No.

Not trying to hide.
Not in any way at all.

- Is there a husband in the picture?
- She's a widow.

- A boyfriend?
- Lives alone.

So you know where.

Of course.
Should we go there now?

We should.

(doorbell rings)

(footsteps approaching)

(speaking in German)

(both continue
speaking German)

(both speaking
German)

Jonas.
(speaking German)

(continues speaking German)

That's a lot of house
for a hairdresser.

ESAM: How do you
know she cuts hair?

It's what she did in Baghdad.

Carrie.

Shouldn't we be following her?

- No. I want you to go ring
the doorbell now. - Okay.

If someone answers,
ask if they called for a cab.

I'm looking for this man-

Ahmed Nazari, her husband.

- You got it?
- Got it.

Check to see
if the house is alarmed.

It's definitely him.

Yeah?
Yeah.

- Alarm system?
- Not that I could see.

What now?
Now we wait for him to go out.

Why not just go
put a gun to his face?

He's got no incentive to talk to me.
Not yet anyway.

I want to get a look
inside the house first.

ADAL: ls this really
how you want to go out?

One of those poor old actors you
literally have to drag off the stage?

You know what, Dar?
You will remember this moment.

Maybe not tomorrow or the next day,
but six months from now or a year.

And it will shame you.

Take him straight
to the airfield.

No stops, no detours.
Put him directly on the plane.

Yes, sir.

I fail to see what more
I could've done for you, Saul.

Well, you might have trusted me.

You made that impossible.

She has finally
brought you down,

like I always said
she would.

Fuck off.

(door slams)

- What are you doing, sir?
-l'm calling for my goddamn laundry,

if that's okay with you.

Call me the second
he starts back for the house.

And don't get too close.
Remember, he's already seen you.

Okay. Okay.
Thank you.

They couldn't find
your laundry, sir.

When they do,
they'll forward it to you.

Tell 'em to send it to Langley,
care of the basement.

Sir, we need to go.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)

(all shouting
in foreign language)

MAN:
Go, go, go!

(elevator bell dings)

(shouting continues)

(tires squealing)

(door opens)
(children shouting)

(barking)

(no audible dialogue)

(cell phone buzzing)

Hello? ESAM: I'm in Flevopark.

Two men just put Ahmed in a car.

Follow them. I can't.
I'm on foot.

Shit.

Sorry.
No, it's okay.

Um, stay there
and I'll come to you.

(door opens)
(men speaking Russian)

(gasps)

(hammer cocks)

(keypad beeping)

(speaking Russian)

(man speaking Russian)

Let's go.

Esam.

Oh- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Thank you, my friend.
My guys are good, no?

Scared the shit out of me.
(chuckles)

So, what exactly
are we doing here, Saul?

I don't know.

I've never defected before.

(beeps)

(line ringing)

(ringing)

Hello.

CARRIE:
Allison, ifs me.

Carrie?

I'm sorry to call you like this,

but I have to talk to you.

About what?

Baghdad. I need to ask you
some questions about your time there

before I arrived.

For instance?

I can't discuss it on the phone.

Okay.

Can we meet somewhere?

Sure.

I'm just leaving Amsterdam now.

- L'll call you when I'm closer to home.
-l'll be waiting.

Thank you.
Of course.

And, Allison,
please don't tell anyone about this.

Anyone.

I won’t.

Okay, talk soon.

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(crickets chirping)

(keys clack, bell dings)