Homeland (2011–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - The Litvinov Ruse - full transcript

Previously on Homeland.

You ever been in a war zone?

Didn't think so.

There's a line between us
that you drew.

Forget that.
It's a fucking wall.

Stay on our own sides
of it, okay?

Allison, you represent

the greatest penetration
of American intelligence

in fucking history.

You have two choices.

Either we turn you
back over to the CIA,



or maybe I can
get you to Israel.

I can't do it.

Welcome to
Operation Iraqi Freedom.

- That bad, huh?
- Worse. Sit.

What I need is two weeks
in the West Indies.

Saint Lucia.

There's a little bar on a beach.

Banana Joe's.

Best daiquiris on the planet.

You cannot take weapons
into Syria.

What weapons?

(grunts)

Saul,
you have to go.

Tova made a deal with Dar Adal.
He's on his way to get you.



Come. Come, this way.

You found the man
you were looking for?

Not exactly,
but I have his laptop.

Carrie,
I'm in Ahmed's computer.

What just happened?

Just a screen saver.

Push the space bar.
That'll get rid of it.

ALLISONS VOICE: There's a
little bar, Banana Joe's.

Best daiquiris
on the planet.

Allison.

(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 ifs 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.

MAN:
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.

What is this place?

A friend of mine's son
is a sculptor.

Studio's on the third floor.

Thank you.

You broke his heart you know.

When you lobbied against his bid
for the directorship.

Both our hearts got broken.
Well, his is older.

Weaker.

(sighing) Well, I wish I were
bringing him better news now.

Quickly.

(door slams shut)

Saul.

Come here.

(sobbing)

(sighing)

Screen saver.

A photograph of the exact
same bar in the West Indies

Allison mentioned all those years ago.
Mentioned?

Well, more than mentioned.

She went on and on about it.
It was her favorite place on Earth.

The drink, the view,
the gorgeous men.

Well, that's
hardly definitive, Carrie.

It connects her
to Ahmed Nazari.

She's already
connected to him.

You said he was her asset in Baghdad.
An important one.

Well, this suggests a deeper,
more personal relationship.

You mean sexual?
Well, I'm not sure.

Well, what then?

(sighing)

There was some suspicion Nazari
was embezzling American dollars

earmarked for the justice sector.

So the motive might be money.

There was a lot of it floating
around at that time. True.

I'm still not clear why that makes you
think Allison's working for the Russians.

Because Nazari is.

(stammers) And because who else had access
to your kill box operation with Quinn?

She wanted me dead, Saul.

She tried three times.

Anything to stop me from getting a
look at those hacked documents.

Anything to keep from being exposed
for what she truly is.

You're still not convinced.

Frankly, no.

- Why not?
- Because I don't want to be.

The implications are serious,
I'm aware.

Implications are catastrophic.

It would mean the Russians have been inside
our intelligence apparatus in Europe

for almost a decade.

Exactly.

Which is why you can't
just ignore this, Saul.

You need to know,
one way or the other.

(brakes squealing)

(engine stops)

(man speaking foreign language)
(Quinn grunts)

(foreign language)

(drill whirring)

(man speaking foreign language)

(men speaking foreign language)

(grunts)

(chains rattling)

(grunts)

(speaking foreign language)

(foreign language)

(speaks foreign language)

Those drums you picked up in Kosovo,
you have any idea what was in 'em?

Drink.

You don't have a clue?

Methyl difluorophosphite.

DF.

Combined with isopropyl
alcohol, it makes sarin gas.

And you've never
killed anyone.

There's enough in those drums
to kill thousands of people.

- Sarin is a fucked-up way to die.
- Don't talk, drink.

It attacks the respiratory center
of the nervous system.

It paralyzes the muscles
around the lungs.

You convulse, you vomit,
your bladder and your bowels evacuate.

Fine.

No water for you.

QUINN: You can see for yourself.
There's videos online.

Google “Ghouta, Syria.”

I wouldn't go that far,
Herr Adler.

The case against her is
compelling on a number of fronts.

I've heard the case. Now tell me why
we're here, what you want from us.

We have an operational proposal.

We need your help
to put it into effect.

Naturally.

Aim is to deliver
proof of her treason.

Evidence that would stand up
in an American court of law.

That's asking a lot.

That would require
a full surveillance package-

car, apartment,
drive-by teams.

Correct.

Ideally getting her on tape
incriminating herself.

Which means we'd also have to
plant something on her person.

Mic in her handbag,
software on her phone.

I can do that part.

- How the hell, Saul?
- I owe her a visit anyway.

Are you sure that's a good idea?
l'll make it unannounced.

And all of this without any
consultation or sanction from Langley?

Neither of us is in a position
to pitch anything to our service.

No kidding.

I believe you're the ones considered
to be disloyal at the moment.

What's 'in it
for us anyway?

Last time we stuck our necks out
for you, it wasn't a happy ending.

Fair enough.

But if Allison Carr's
a Russian agent,

you've got as much to lose
as we do.

Arguably more.

(sighs)
Okay. We're listening.

(video:
people shouting, moaning)

(shouting, moaning continues)

(doorbell ringing)

Saul.

(door closing)

I couldn't risk calling.

ALLISON:
What the hell's going on?

Everyone's furious at you.

Including you?
Including me.

I take it you never heard
from Carrie.

No, I never did.

Are we ever gonna get
those documents back?

I don't know.

Jesus, Saul.
Here, sit down.

I need to tell you something.

I'm being offered
political asylum in Israel.

That's not what I heard.

I heard they want
nothing to do with you.

Well, you heard wrong.

You were scheduled
to be turned over to the FBI,

and instead
you made a run for it.

No, Allison.
I'm here to say good-bye.

I'm leaving for Tel Aviv
in the morning.

I wanted to see you
before I went.

You realize how guilty
this makes you look?

What, you’ve secretly been a
Mossad agent all these years?

No. You can't have been.
lt's too ridiculous.

I told you. Mossad had nothing to
do with blowing up that plane.

It was the SVR.

You keep saying,
but that doesn't make it true.

Well, that's what Carrie's out
there trying to prove anyway.

In any case,

it's doubtful you and I
will see each other again.

Now you're being melodramatic.

Hmm.

Maybe so.

I'm gonna miss you, Allison.

I was asleep for 10 years.

You woke me up.

(beeps)

Everything all right?

Just needed a drink of water.

Go back to sleep.

(exhales)

polycarbonate.

Ballistic glass.

I didn't touch anything. I was
just looking. Perfectly fine.

You are Bibi's cousin,
right?

Yes. Qasim.

Dr. Aziz.

They got everything right,
except for the tubing.

See this?

The retracted length is 15 centimeters
shorter than it needs to be.

It's easy enough
to fix though.

You made this?

It's my design.

It's beautiful, huh?

YES.

Although I have no idea
what ifs meant to do.

It's a testing chamber.

It measures and records
the efficiency of the sarin.

But you're not releasing the gas
while we're in the building?

(chuckles)

The chamber is double-sealed.
(sniffles)

A leak is highly unlikely.

But not impossible.

We'll each have one of these
just in case.

Atropine.

It blocks the acetylcholine
in the nerve receptors,

limits the effects
of the gas.

Limits?

I wouldn't worry.

Why all these cameras?

To record the effects
of the gas on our subject.

Bibi was planning on
abducting a soldier or a Jew.

Alhamdulillah, the American
was found instead.

Back up a second.

Where did he make the approach,
this wannabe defector?

At a trade conference
in Vienna.

ASTRID: But we've been doing the
dance with him, on and off now,

for more than a year.

Forgive me for not following you, but
is he defecting to you or to us?

To you through us.

It's unorthodox,
I know, but not unheard of.

So he's a consular official
in the Russian embassy there?

- No.
- No?

This is a senior
Moscow Center chief

with deep knowledge
of their agent networks

in Germany,
Britain and Turkey.

What's his name?

What's his real name?

All in due course, Frau Carr.

He's asking not be referenced
in any kind of electronic communication.

Apparently, the SVR's broken some
of our mutual encryption codes.

ADAL:
Huh. What are his terms?

Five million dollars

and asylum in the United
States under a new identity.

ASTRID: He wants to live in
Boca Raton, of all places.

The dollar amount
will prove difficult.

He considers it
a minimum requirement

given the level
of his information.

ASTRID: We have until
Friday to respond.

If he doesn't hear
from us by then,

he'll assume the deal is off and he
takes his information elsewhere.

There are some ground rules
we would insist on as well,

provided you're willing
to move forward, of course.

ADAL: Yeah. Reimbursement for
the cost of bringing him in,

a finder's fee.

What else? ADLER: The
first crack at him.

Seven days in a BND safe house
before we turn him over to you.

ADAL:
Three days.

And we get a full video
transcript of the debrief.

ADLER:
Done.

ADAL: Good for you, Allison?

Allison?

Yeah, good for me.

Excuse me.

Of course.

ADAL: So we'll talk about
this some other time. Yeah.

(exhales)

(Allison exhales)

SAUL: Are we tracing the
number she's texting?

We are.

(beeps)

(beeps)

OPS MAN #1: Code of
some kind, maybe?

If it is, it's a strange one.

Ahhh.
(exhales)

Thank you.

I brought you
some fruit.

Grapes, dates, figs.

Did you go online?

Hard to watch, isn't it?

Just ordinary people,
innocent

Like the ones you're
condemning to death here.

Nobody's innocent.

Not when you're sending soldiers to
slaughter Muslims and occupy our lands.

Your lands? You were born
and raised in Germany.

This country has never been
my home and never will be.

And that justifies
burning it down?

Terror is the necessary prologue
to a caliphate.

If the West gives us what we want,
we won't have to use the gas at all.

- And what do you want?
- Assad out of Syria.

And recognition by the UN
of the Islamic State.

That will never happen.

It might.

- After we send them a warning.
- What kind of warning?

Proof of the weapon.

A demonstration.

(sighing)
So that's why I'm still alive.

That's what you're building
in the next room.

Demonstration
will accomplish nothing.

Your demands will not be met.

Then the attack will go forward,
and the blood will be on their hands.

No, Qasim.
The blood will be on your hands.

The blood of women
and children.

Whatever happens is Allah's will.

Maybe it's Allah's will
that you stop this.

Even if I wanted to stop it,
how could I?

I can't betray my brothers
to the police.

- I would never do that.
- Forget about the police.

Get rid of the DF.
Without it, Bibi can't make sarin.

He'll know it was me. Then
leave before he finds out.

Dump the DF into the ground.
Walk away and don't look back.

It's been
almost six hours.

Maybe we missed it. Maybe the signal
to her handler was nonverbal.

Maybe she's not
what you think she is.

You're hoping against hope, Saul.

Fact is, she's not running.

(sighs) Anything more
on her dinner date?

Definitely a civilian.

Though the hedge fund he works for does do
business with the Russian oil and gas sector.

-(door opening) - ALLISON:
What happened to you?

MAN:
Traffic was terrible.

ALLISON:
What did you bring me?

Amatriciana, arugula salad
and a torta della nonna for dessert.

ALLISON: Yum. I
know what you like.

You told her the defector
was a high-ranking SVR chief.

ASTRID: I did exactly
as we discussed.

Yet here she is, going about her business
like it's another day at the fucking office

Literally.
(Allison moans)

What do you mean?

(heavy breathing)

Saul?

What's his problem?

You don't know?

(moaning)
Know what?

He and Allison-

(panting)
(moaning)

Oh, Christ.

(panting, moaning
continue)

Saul. Don't. Don't say a word.

I want to know if you
think she's onto us,

if this performance we're
watching is for our benefit.

How the hell should I know? I don't know
one goddamn thing about her apparently.

You didn't give her a
heads-up, did you? Wh at?

A word in her ear.
One lover to another.

I did not.

I've been there, Saul,
as you well know.

It's hard not to be conflicted.
I said HO.

Then we have a problem, because
she's not taking the bait.

O-Or do you still believe
that shes innocent?

I don't know what the fuck
to believe anymore.

(Sighs)

Well, the BND is not gonna
humor us much longer.

If we don't drive her into the arms of
her handler and soon, all bets are off.

Fine. We up the ante then.

Good. I'll go talk to Astrid, and I'll
get back to you with a game plan.

OPS MAN #1:
(speaking German)

Ja.

Astrid's arriving at the café.

OPS MAN #1:
Screen on.

OPS MAN #1:
Closer, please.

Thanks for meeting me
out of the office.

ALLISON: No problem.
What's going on?

ASTRID: Didn't want to
tell you on the phone.

(sighs) This morning, Calico
put his wife and children

on a plane to Tallinn, supposedly
to visit her relatives there.

Why?

He's insisting
we accelerate the timetable.

But I thought the plan was for next week.
What happened?

That's just it.
We're not exactly sure.

What do you
think happened?

Well, he's clearly spooked.

And it appears to have
something to do with Berlin.

He's refusing to do
the handover here.

The handover to us?
Correct.

Anywhere but Berlin,
he says.

According to him,

Berlin station's been penetrated.

Wait a minute, does he mean me?
My station is?

I'm afraid so.

Human or electronic? He didn't say.
But I thought you should know.

I don't believe it.

ASTRID: Now you can get out
in front of this, at least,

before your bosses
find out.

I would hope you'd do the
same for rne one day. NO.

I mean, I don't believe it.

He's making this shit up
to exaggerate his own value.

I'm not sure
that would be smart on his part.

Anyway, we'll know
soon enough.

How do you figure?

He's promised to provide us
with evidence of the penetration.

That is, copies of actual material
passed to the SVR.

You'll let me know when that happens?
Of course.

- When are you bringing him in?
- Tonight.

Across the Latvian border.

He'll be at a safe house
in Hamburg by morning.

- Then we get him three days later?
- Just not in Berlin.

Just not in Berlin.

Okay.

- ALLISON: You can't stay for lunch?
-l'm afraid not.

I've been summoned to appear
before Joint Steering.

ALLISON: What fun.
Thank you, Astrid.

ASTRID:
Good luck. And I'm sorry.

OPS MAN #1: Hook up to
WGS84 with sat track unit.

She's a very cool customer,
this one.

(sighing)

Come on, baby.

Time to move.
Time to run.

(cell phone
buttons clicking)

(line ringing)

WOMAN (on phone): Hello?
Nina, it's me.

When's the next lnterCity
to Copenhagen?

NINA (on phone):
Hold on a second.

2:26 PM.

Book me a first-class ticket.
I'll pick it up at the station.

What about your afternoon meetings
and the conference call with London?

Reschedule them for next week.
Will do.

Get advance teams
to the Hauptbahnhof

and somebody inside that
first-class compartment with her.

OPS MAN #2:
Yes, sir.

(line ringing)

-(line clicks) - OPS
WOMAN: I got her. Ja.

(line beeps)
Shh!

(line beeps)

(line beeps)

(line beeps)

What the hell is that?
That's a call code.

We used them in Baghdad.
Two for this, three for that.

Private and prearranged between
asset and base. She's on the move.

(speaking German)

OPS MAN #1: Switch to satellite now.
(speaks German)

OPS WOMAN: Make sure
teams all have contact.

- Her cell phone signal just stopped
sending. - She's tearing it down.

Exactly what I would be doing
right now if I were her.

What's the range of the wireless
transmitter I put in her purse?

Unlimited.
lt's a satellite unit.

SAUL:
Better be.

We just lost our backup.

MAN: She's on her way to
Hauptbahnhof Station.

Do we have our team
on the ground yet?

Got her.

OPS MAN #1:
(speaking German)

TEAM RED MEMBER:
(speaking German)

OPS MAN #1:
(speaking German)

(speaking German)

The IC train is a feint.
She's headed for the S-Bahn.

- OPS MAN #3: Alert drone surveillance.
- OPS MAN #2: Yes, sir.

(elevator bell dings)

(bell dings)

(bell chiming)

What's happening? Where is she?
CARRIE: At the Hauptbahnhof Station.

Platform 15,
in full flight.

OPS MAN #1: Sixteen.
She just crossed the platform.

ASTRID: That's the train to
Potsdam Hauptbahnhof, right?

- OPS MAN #1: Right.
- Call Hauser at the BVG.

Ask him to delay the train
down the line,

and see if you can get units
waiting for her at Nikolassee.

Why Nikolassee?

Because it's four stops
before Potsdam Hauptbahnhof,

and there's a Russian
safe house there apparently.

- OPS MAN #1: You hear that?
-l'm on it.

Gates, dogs, electronic
security, the works.

- OPS MAN #2: Drone is five out.
- OPS WOMAN: Ja,

OPS MAN #1:
Copy that.

OPS TEAM:
(chattering in German)

Alles klar. Ja. Ja.

That was Adler. A warrant for Allison
Carr has just been approved.

He wants you to make the call
when to execute it.

Tell him I appreciate that.

Man on the ground knows best.
OPS MAN #1: Train.

OPS MAN #2:
Drone's on station.

(engine revs,
tires squeal)

OPS MAN #1:
(speaking German)

No need to maintain
visual contact.

Drone's overhead,
plus we're tracking her on GPS.

(beeping)

(speaking German)

Have him take the drone up
another 2,000 feet,

but stay on
the other side of the main road.

OPS MAN #2:
Copy that.

OPS TEAM:
(chattering in German)

Wait a minute. We just lost two screens.
What's going on?

OPS MAN #21 GPS is down.
OPS WOMAN: Audio 100.

OPS MAN #1: She's about to go inside.
We need that audio.

- Get the satellite to reboot the
transmitter. - That's what I'm doing.

(beeps)
Nothing. It's gone dark.

Because it's not receiving a signal.

- Explain, please? - She's saying it's
a dead zone. The entire compound.

There must be jamming towers
at the perimeter of the property.

- What about a work-around?
- I can try, but-

Try now.

OPS MAN #3:
Entering courtyard gate.

She'll be inside
in less than a minute.

Without ears on, we need to know
that's an SVR safe house,

and we need to know it
conclusively.

- How do we do that?
- CARRIE: What else could it be?

The security measures are through the
fucking roof. lt's not good enough, Carrie.

Well, what about her behavior?

The call code,
destroying her cell,

booking a fake trip
to Copenhagen.

- We're gonna lose her, Saul.
- Look.

Who's that?

OPS MAN #2: Zoom in. OPS
MAN #1: Enlarge the image.

It's Ivan Krupin.

SVR Berlin
station chief.

Send in the arrest teams now.

OPS MAN #1:
(speaking German)

OPS MAN #2:
(speaking German)

I'm burned. You have to get
me out of Germany now.

What do you mean, burn-
You're not burned.

Maybe not yet. But I will
be by tomorrow morning.

Shh, shh, shh.
You're shaking.

It's okay.
Let's go. Go inside.

(breathing heavily)

TEAM LEADER (on radio):
Red Team standing by.

RED TEAM MEMBER (on radio):
Okay, standing by.

One of your deputy chiefs

is defeating across
the Latvian border tonight.

He's promising to bring evidence of a
Russian mole inside Berlin station.

What type of evidence?

Material that I've passed to you
over the years.

Actual classified material that they
will trace to me in a heartbeat.

That's impossible.

- Why impossible?
- Because it doesn't work this way.

Only two chiefs have access to your materials
or even knowledge of your existence.

Both of them left last
week for a fishing trip.

Kola Peninsula.

Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure. I
was supposed to go with them.

Look, it must be some kind
of misunderstanding.

No.
Or a stupid-

Shit.

You've been played.

- What?
-(alarm blaring)

What the hell is that?

(speaking Russian)

(speaking Russian)

AGENT #12 Alex! AGENT #2: Nyet.

(agent speaking Russian)

You led them here. No! I was not tailed.
I took every precaution.

- Obviously not.
-(agent speaking Russian)

You have to get me
out of here, now!

How? They're in the compound!
(shouting in Russian)

Ivan, calm down, please.

Calm down?

Oh, I'm calm.

I'm very calm.

How the fuck could you be
so careless, huh?

Unbelievable.

Fall for this bullshit-
some fucking defector.

(speaking Russian)
Stop!

(agents shouting in Russian)
Stop!

(breathes heavily)

Ivan.

(breathes heavily)

Stop.

Think.

What's the point? lt's over.

I said, “Think.”
(exhales)

We're done, Allison.

We've fucking lost.

No, we have not.

Now listen to me very carefully.

(speaking German)

(shouting in German)

(German)

(officer speaks German)

(speaking German)

(speaking German)

You're under arrest.

(speaking German)

OPS MAN #1:
Shut it down.

OPS MAN #2: Copy that, sir. Drone is RTB.
UAV is down.

OPS WOMAN: Shut down.
(speaking German)

OPS TEAM:
(chattering in German)

Well, that's quite a story.

Talk about bringing down
the temple.

It has the obvious benefit
of explaining a lot.

- A lot.
-(scoffs)

I didn't want
to believe it either, Dar.

No, no,
you misunderstand.

You've made your case.
Both of you.

I just don't know who to
be more disgusted with.

Her or us.

SAUL: Contract cuts both ways.

Always has.

(lock beeps)
(door opens)

They just brought her in.
She's in Interrogation 2.

(Sighs)

(lock beeps)

(Sighs)

So?

I don't want to be a cliché,

but do you mind telling me who’s
responsible for this travesty?

I imagine you are, Allison,
in the end.

I am?

Some fucking clown- and I
sure hope it wasn't you, Dar-

just tore apart 12 years
of painstaking work.

ADAL: Well, I agree
with you there.

So,

you want to start by sharing
some names with me.

Names? Every one of Ivan
Krupin's active agents

here in Europe and Britain.

Ask him yourself. He's in
the next room, isn't he?

- I hardly think he'll talk to me.
- Of course he will.

You're forgetting,
he's got diplomatic immunity.

Immunity?
What are you talking about?

No doubt the horse trading
with Moscow's already begun.

Dar, you can't just send him
back to Russia.

They'll put him against a wall and
shoot him after what he's done for us.

Done for us?

Who do you think
I've been getting my intel

about troop escalation
in Eastern Ukraine from?

Or the Kremlin's plan

to interrupt
international oil production?

It's been Ivan all along.

ADAL:
Come on, Allison.

You’re his agent,
not the other way around.

Otherwise,
why would you run today?

Run? I wasn't running.

You touched off
an instant-ignition call code,

then crashed
your cell phone

and took refuge
at an SVR safe house.

I was told by Astrid this morning

about a mole in my station.

You can imagine my panic. I feared for
Ivan's safety. His very life was at stake.

My tradecraft was meant
to fool his people, not ours.

Then explain what you were
doing at the safe house.

I was bringing him in,
for God's sake.

I have brought him in.

He was my Joe
for 12 years, Dar.

Surely you can understand that.

(locks clicking)

(chains rattling)

(Quinn grunting)

(speaking Arabic)

Run.

(shouting)

(groaning)

Maybe you will live.

(men speaking foreign language)

(guard grunting)
(Quinn groans)

(latch clicks)

(valve squeaking)

(panting)

(gas hissing)

(surges)

(breathing raggedly,
gurgling)

(speaker:
Quinn breathing raggedly)

(speaker:
Quinn grunting, sputtering)

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(crickets chirping)

(seagulls calling)

(keys clack, bell dings)