Homeland (2011–…): Season 6, Episode 2 - The Man in the Basement - full transcript

Previously on Homeland...
Quinn, listen...
all kinds of progress will start then.
I just said stop! I'm not getting any better.
Breathe in, now. Don't waste it.
Quinn?
Jesus Christ, get up!
- Go away. - Come on, on your feet.
I'm taking you back to the VA.
The problem is not so much destroying ISIS,
Madame President...
Madame President-elect.
I'm not sure the American people
are getting what they bargained for.
What are you talking about?
I think she despises us, Saul.
I think she blames us for her boy.
The website is starting to see
more and more traffic.
We are definitely on the radar.
Sekou, we took a look at your website,
and you've been openly critical of America
and supportive of its sworn enemies.
I'm leaving.
No. You're not.
Lobby security.
We have an agitated, non-compliant patient...
- Name of Peter Quinn. - Aah!
No! Stop it!
I live here with Franny.
It's our home... right upstairs.
Understood.
♪ and the home of the brave ♪
The first revolution
is when you change your mind about how you look at things
and see there might be another way to look at it
that you have not been shown.
The brutality against protesters,
the para-militarization of law enforcement.
That's why we have to keep trying.
We don't need a police state in this country
to fight terrorism, we need a new strategy.
The revolution will not be televised.
the system of indefinite detention...
FBI and the CIA targeting Muslim communities...
Security. Got an agitated non-compliant patient.
- What's his name again? - Peter Quinn.
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out.
- It's a very alarming charge. - The Russians
hacked our committees.
The continuation of endless war.
Can't you get that through your fucking skull?
The revolution
will put you in the driver's seat.
The US continues to engage
in a covert war with very, very high stakes.
I made promises and didn't keep them.
This world began right after 9/11.
The revolution will not be televised,
not be televised.
There will be no rerun, brothers and sisters.
The revolution will be live.
Which agency?
I can't say that here in an open hearing, sir.
You saved me.
Yes.
Why?
It's these same criminals
that cozied up to the Chinese communists
and armed the most radical jihadis
and turned our borders into Swiss cheese
and committed every sin you can think of,
like spreading hepatitis C and protecting the big banks
and starting all these illegal black-ops wars
that have killed millions of people!
These same criminal elements have now doubled-down
on Zika virus,
hawking this dirty blood like...
like they did with AIDS, this tainted blood,
so they can turn around and sell you a cure for 50 grand!
I mean, it's a crime! A crime!
They're all there.
Hey, it's not nice to snoop.
- But who's down there? - I told you. Peter Quinn.
He's been in the hospital, and now he's with us for a while.
When do I meet him?
You know what?
You already have when you were a baby, at Aunt Maggie's.
He bounced you on his knee, and you know what you did?
You got a smile on your face this big.
Ah, they're here.
- You ready? - My backpack.
Okay.
Thanks for jumping in. I'm so sorry.
- Don't worry about it. - Big surprise last night.
It's no trouble, really. We like having Franny along, don't we?
- Yeah. - There's a man in our basement.
Yeah, I heard.
Mwah! Be good.
I'll take them all next week, I promise.
Quinn?
Quinn, are you there?
Quinn?
We need to get back to being independent.
Quinn, you obviously hear me. What's going on?
because I refuse to accept the mainstream hive mind.
Look, you can do what you want. Do nothing, whatever.
But I-I've got your Primidone, and you need to take it, okay?
Not all the others.
We'll sort that out later, but this one...
And all these foreign nations just bleeding us dry!
I am sick of it!
But if you say that,
if you stand up and say what's really going on...
Fine. Good. I'm the enemy.
But you still have to take these,
or you will start to convulse.
Do you understand?
call the truth fake.
But we know what's really going on.
Honestly, I feel just so blessed to have this duty.
Look, you didn't want to come here.
It wasn't my first choice, either.
But the alternative was the lock ward.
That's where they were gonna put you. You remember that?
stooges, they... they'll say,
"This is all just conspiracy and gossip."
But that's why we're throwing up these links, these videos,
streaming worldwide, 24/7,
because if you feel it,
this calling to be an independent American,
the time to rise up is now.
Now!
Max, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I called rehab. They were totally useless.
Like, "Now you know what we've been putting up with."
And I've got this totally crazy day. There's this kid who got arrested.
- Carrie. - Yeah.
- It'll be fine. - He needs to take his meds
for seizures.
Wow. Uh, I see why he thinks he's being over-medicated.
These I'm not even dealing with. It's just the Primidone.
It's downstairs by his bed. I left it there.
After he threw the glass at you.
It was a coffee mug.
He say why he did that?
- No. - You ask?
I'm telling myself it's the drugs talking.
I got to go.
I-I owe you.
What did she say?
That you're being kind of an asshole.
Also there's some pills you need to take for seizures.
I need food.
Okay.
In cans.
Salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam.
When do I go home?
We'll get to that, but first,
we need to talk about something
I thought we went over last time.
Everything we say in here is privileged.
No one can use it against you,
but you got to be honest with us.
I am.
That means no surprises.
They found the money.
The $5,000.
It was in your bedroom under your mattress.
Yeah, so it wouldn't get stolen.
Well, the FBI is saying it's material support
for a foreign terrorist organization.
It's what?
You're taking $5,000 in cash to the Islamic State in Nigeria.
That's what they're claiming.
Okay, wait.
I am going to Nigeria
with my mother and my sister.
We've been trying to get over there for the last 14 years.
Ever since my father got deported.
That money was a loan to help pay for that.
From whom?
Sekou?
From whom?
If I tell you who gave me the money...
We talk to him, that's all.
His name is Saad Mahsud.
He's a friend.
The guy that I made the videos with.
And he'll confirm what you're saying?
That it was just a loan for travel.
Sekou?
Is what I say here really privileged?
Absolutely.
One-hundred percent?
Because I don't want to mess him up.
He wanted me to meet some guy
before I went to Africa... Saad did.
I told him no. I said I-I would not do it.
And he still gave me the money anyway... a loan.
And that is the God's-honest truth.
This is kind of everything in the canned department.
I could warm up the soup if you want.
And you need to take two of these
every eight hours.
Something down here doesn't smell very good.
I think it might be you.
I think it might be you.
Why not take a shower?
Just get dirty again.
So, what happened?
Someone was trying to break in.
Yeah.
Carrie was.
Only she can't really break in
'cause it's her house.
You know that, right?
That you're in Carrie's house?
That you said you wanted to live here, she said okay?
So why are you giving her such a hard time?
with the globalists dragging us back
taking us further and further away from the American dream,
which they are killing!
Back to some... something tribal, medieval.
Saad Mahsud's disappeared.
The number that Sekou gave us has been disconnected,
but we have to find him,
because the money he gave your son looks very bad.
I don't know him.
Simone?
Uh, no, Mum.
I never even heard of him. You sure he exists?
He exists. He gave your son $5,000.
Sekou don't have $5,000.
He does, ma'am.
Sekou don't have five dollars.
Is that what they're saying?
That's what Sekou's saying.
That can't be right.
I need to talk to him.
When do I talk to him?
We're working on that.
You need to bring him home.
Aby, you have to understand,
the charges he's facing are very serious.
How can that be? He didn't do anything.
He doesn't have to.
They're charging him with attempt.
Attempt to provide material support
to a foreign terrorist organization.
The penalties are the same as if he actually did it.
The boy just wanted to see his father.
We're all going. Do they think we're terrorists, too, huh?
No, but you haven't been online praising suicide bombers.
Neither has my Sekou.
Yes, Mum.
He has.
He has.
This Saad, if you can find him,
would it help my brother?
Honestly, it depends on what he has to say.
Simone, do you know where he is?
No.
But I do know him.
She was seeing him on the side.
All very secret.
Okay, I am sending it...
now.
Got it.
I'm sorry to rope you into this.
She made me promise, total discretion.
You know, she's underage.
Right. I-I'll keep her out of it.
His name's Saad Mahsud.
Supposedly lived in Pittsburgh before here.
Well, it's a good photo.
If he's in the NTC database, they'll find a match.
Done.
So how's it going over there?
It just got started.
No. I-I mean the patient.
Oh, uh, on the positive side,
he hasn't broken any more windows.
- Max. - Yeah?
Uh, I'll check in later.
Sure.
So...
this is it?
This is it.
Looks just like a real law office.
It is a real law office.
Someplace we can talk?
Uh, sure.
I was thinking of how long it had been
since I heard your voice.
- Please. - Let me finish.
I was thinking of how long it had been
since I heard your voice, and then I heard it.
At least I thought I did
when I briefed the president-elect
on her covert action programs.
You heard my voice?
Lot of pushback.
Well, you must've known she's no fan of the CIA.
This was different. This was schooled.
"Who's advising her?" That's where my head went.
And then I remembered she's a friend of Otto During
and you're a friend of Otto During.
You think I'm advising the next president of the United States?
I think her entire national security platform
came right out of that head of yours.
She asked me specifically about drone strikes
that don't require a signoff by the president.
So has The New York Times.
I'm not advising them, either.
Really?
No, really, I...
I'm not advising the president-elect.
This is all I do now, right here.
Really?
Really.
That new paradigm we talked about, this is it.
You... You worry about the fate of the world.
I got more important things to do.
Okay, good, good.
Glad to hear it.
'Cause it'd be a huge embarrassment to everyone
if it got out you were a secret advisor to the president.
That would not play well at all.
You know why I left, Saul?
It's the bullshit.
You coming all the way out here
to say what you said just now.
Why don't you leave?
Always good to see you.
Nice to see you, too.
Well, well, well.
I'm sorry to be late.
No, I get it.
You got all your friends here.
You want to make an entrance.
Fine. I'm impressed.
That's not why I wanted to meet you here.
No?
When the towers came down, I was here
in this very restaurant, this very seat.
I was.
Roger the maître d', and those two...
my little friends, you called them.
We pulled people choking off the street through those doors.
It was a bonding experience, a never-forget experience,
only I'm afraid the president-elect has forgotten.
She hasn't.
She's a novice.
I don't agree.
A mother with a son killed in action.
That's her CV.
That might get you votes, but God forbid
it makes you think you know what you're doing.
She's not even president yet. Why not give her a chance?
Presidents don't get chances. They get tested.
Oh, what is that supposed to mean?
We have intel from our partners
that the Iranians are cheating on the nuclear deal.
Which partners? The Saudis?
Israelis.
Oh, uh, well, that's a reliable source.
Seriously, Iran has opened up their doors.
The place is crawling with inspectors.
They can't build an electric toothbrush
without us knowing about it,
so you want to explain how they're cheating on the deal?
It's a parallel program outside the country.
There's an Iranian bag man, Farhad Nafisi,
who served as transfer agent for nuclear payments in the past.
He just got back from North Korea
along with a pack of nuclear scientists
and materials engineers.
That it?
No.
Mr. Nafisi will be in Abu Dhabi in three days at a conference.
The Israelis are gonna pick him up.
Pick him up?
Ask him about his travels.
Tell me this, Dar. Off the record, just you and me.
Does that sound like a solid intelligence-gathering effort
to you, or does that sound like a way to provoke a crisis
with Iran we inherit on inauguration day?
No one is trying to saddle you with anything, Rob.
In fact, the president shares your concern.
He'll defer to the president-elect on this one.
So, you tell me.
How should the Agency proceed?
- Max, everything okay? - Yeah.
- How's he doing? - Quinn?
Oh, he's fine, I guess, but that's not why I'm calling.
It's about that photo you sent me.
Saad Mahsud?
Yeah, only that's not his name.
Well, it wasn't in Pittsburgh, anyway.
I'm sending you now.
So, they got a quick hit off the Pennsylvania DMV.
Tyrone Banks Jr.
Then I looked around and I found this on Facebook.
Check out the guy in the white T-shirt.
Well, who are these people?
Steel City Gang. His crew.
All of them now in federal prison on drug charges.
Everyone except for the confidential informant
who put them all away.
Confidential informant? You mean Saad?
Has to be. Right?
Hey, Reda.
Come here.
What is it?
Hey, Max.
I'm putting you on speaker.
Who are they?
Tell him what you just told me.
This guy you're looking for, Saad Mahsud,
he's working for the FBI.
Hold on a second.
Uh, Carrie, I got to go.
Uh, okay, sure.
Thank you.
This guy makes inflammatory videos with Sekou,
he helps him build a website to put them on,
then he gives him $5,000.
That's... That's the material support case,
and he's an informant.
We need to talk to him, to Saad.
I'll let the judge know we want a hearing right away.
That'll be 12 bucks.
Speak to my business manager.
Hey, Max.
Twelve bucks.
"Wuh."
"Wuh." "Wuh."
Waps.
W-Whips.
Hey, where's the, uh... what is that?
Wipes?
- Wha... - Where are the baby wipes?
Right there in front of him.
Huggies. White wrapper. Right there.
Right there, right in front of you.
The Huggies, white wrappers.
Man.
Man!
- Hey! - Call 911. Call them!
Quinn. Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay. Help is coming. Shh. Shh.
Your Honor, the complaint makes no mention of
- a confidential human source. - The complaint has been amended,
- Your Honor. - This is bad faith.
And it's bad faith for them to now restrict access
to that informant when the entire material support charge
hinges on my client's discussions with him.
Was that money for airline tickets, like my client says,
or was it bound for jihadis in Nigeria,
as the informant seems to claim?
This court deserves to know.
What are you asking for, exactly?
Our right to confront a hostile witness at trial, Your Honor.
Your Honor, Mr. Mahsud has been
the key resource in several federal prosecutions.
Lives have been saved.
His ability to continue that important work
depends on his identity remaining a closely held secret.
- I need to talk to you. - What secret?
We found him on Facebook.
You weren't gonna tell us, were you?
That this big threat to national security
was just another Muslim kid you entrapped.
Entrapped? Are you kidding?
How do you think we found this shithead?
Randomly? In a phone book?
We found him online, rallying every asshole in town to jihad.
- It's called free speech. - Not when you add in the money.
Which you gave him for airline tickets.
Airline tickets? Is that what he told you?
How does that work when the tickets were bought and paid for
two months before my guy came around with the 5,000 bucks?
Why don't we put Saad on the stand and find out?
Or here's a thought. Why don't we put your guy on the stand?
Let a jury decide how certain they are he's not gonna
pick up an AR-15 and shoot them all in their sleep?
Look, if you want to believe the kid's a saint, go ahead.
You go anywhere near Saad Mahsud,
I will have you arrested.
It was nice talking to you.
Don't tell me.
Yep. National security right down the line.
The informant is off-limits.
So how do we talk to him?
We don't.
We'll be given written summaries
of statements he made to his handlers.
His handlers?
We already know what those will say.
Hey, we try anything else and we're in contempt of court.
One good thing
- did come out of it, though. - What?
The prosecutor got her hand slapped
for not mentioning the informant in the original complaint.
She responded with a settlement offer.
Seven years.
You call that good?
I call it a start.
Come on. We got to bring up the offer with Sekou.
Sir, do you know where you are?
On the floor.
I understand you'd rather not go to the hospital.
You want to tell me why?
Because I'm fine.
You just had a grand mal seizure. You're not fine.
How are your eyes?
Ow.
How about your ears? Any ringing?
I'd feel a lot better if you'd let us take you in.
Doc can run an EEG.
Sir?
Max will take care of me.
Max?
I understand he's your business manager.
No. He's my babysitter.
Okay.
I don't like it, but if you want,
I can release you AMA... Against Medical Advice.
You'll have to sign here.
You okay?
I'm a fucking mutant. No, I'm not okay.
Don't tell Carrie.
All right.
So...
So, he was working for the FBI?
That's right.
The whole time?
And I'm sitting here not wanting his ass to get in trouble.
You got to tell the judge.
The money was for those tickets.
- That's not what Saad is saying. - Well, Saad is lying,
like he has since the very beginning.
You got to get him on the stand, put him under oath.
Like I told you, the judge won't allow it.
Well, then I got to get up there.
I would advise against it.
They will question you for days about everything you ever said,
everything you ever posted online.
I mean everything.
Well, if I can't say anything and he's lying,
how am I supposed to get out of here?
No, tell me, how am I supposed to get out?
The government has offered a plea bargain.
But I'm not guilty.
All that matters is if they can convince a jury you are.
How long?
Seven years.
Years?
That's just their opening.
We will bargain them down.
Fuck that!
Sekou, listen.
It's your call in the end,
but it's also my job to counsel you properly.
I've been down this road before many times.
Insist on a trial, and you'll spend twice as long in jail.
This is a bad situation.
None of us think this is fair or just.
Oh, really?
Good to hear!
Look, you need to think about this.
Take some time. We'll talk about it some more tomorrow.
No! Not tomorrow! Today! Now!
What you looking at?
Excuse us. We're not done here.
Well, he needs to sit down.
- Fuck you! - Okay, that's it.
- Hey, what are you doing? - Hey!
- Ending this meeting. - On whose authority?
You don't even have the right to be in here.
Yeah? Well, file a complaint.
I will file a complaint! Now you're abusing my client!
- Let's go! - Oww!
Stop! Let him go!
Let me go! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!
I wish you hadn't said that.
Said what?
How unfair everything is, like it's a mistake we can fix.
Wait, you're saying I caused that back there?
Everything changed with the ruling today.
A positive outcome is now a deal less than 15 years.
Want to help him? Guide him towards that.
You know how I could actually help?
I could question Saad directly, 'cause that kind of thing,
getting answers from people who'd rather not say,
- that's something I'm good at. - He's off-limits.
You understand that, right?
- Carrie? - Damn it. I got to go.
We have a court order. Tell me you heard me.
Yeah, I heard you. I'm sorry. Something's come up.
Come in.
Hey.
Carrie!
Madam President-elect.
Sorry about the emergency,
but we're pretty sure this qualifies.
Can we get you anything?
Uh, just some water. Thanks.
It's about to get real now. Not just campaign talk.
You ready?
- What happened? - Rob.
Well,
I got summoned to lunch today by Dar Adal.
That's funny.
What?
I got a surprise visit from Saul Berenson.
So now I really wonder what they're up to.
Dar told me Iran is cheating on the nuclear deal.
- Based on what? - Israeli intel.
They claim they have evidence
of a parallel program with North Korea.
They've identified an Iranian financier,
- Farhad Nafice... - Nafisi.
He's in Abu Dhabi next week. They're planning to pick him up.
- "They" being Mossad. - Mm-hmm.
So, what's the US role?
Is it a joint operation with the CIA?
According to Dar... it's up to us.
He called in about an hour ago to follow up.
Rob managed to stall,
but he is pushing for a response.
Obviously, Dar would like nothing better
than to get the nod from you.
We're talking exactly the kind of operation
you want to eliminate.
Unleash the Agency, even in a supporting role,
and you've abandoned your policy before you've even begun.
So you're saying steer clear?
Unfortunately, that's not an option.
Mossad can't be trusted to be even remotely objective on this,
and the accusation is too serious to ignore.
Well, what do you suggest?
You recommend somebody absolutely trustworthy
to represent US interests on the ground there.
Like you, for example?
No. No.
God, no. Uh...
No, I was thinking...
Saul Berenson.
But you said he visited you today.
Yeah.
To see if I was advising you.
And he was none too polite about it.
He said what an embarrassment it would be if anyone found out.
Well, I don't get it, then.
You're saying he's the enemy?
Not on this.
Not on Iran.
The nuclear arrangement started with Saul.
He wants it to work.
You can trust him.
Nephew still own the place?
Absolutely.
You still tell that bullshit story?
About dragging people in here off the street
when the towers came down?
Only when I have to.
Less and less.
What was so urgent
I had to fight my way across town to get here?
You're going to Abu Dhabi.
The Mossad operation.
There's been a request
you represent us on the ground there.
From whom?
Not the president.
Ah. The president-elect.
Which brings us right back to
what we were discussing the other day.
Who on Earth is advising her?
I know what you're thinking.
- You do? - Of course I do.
I was thinking the same thing.
In fact, I went to see her today, see Carrie.
- And? - Asked her point blank,
"Are you advising the president-elect?"
- She said no. - And you believe her?
Yeah. I do.
She laughed in my face.
She's a menace.
Carrie is.
Maybe.
Just not at the moment to us.
How do you get a drink in this place?
Hey, baby!
What...
I thought I'd never find you again.
Your phone was cut off. I didn't know what to do.
Well, you know I had to lay low
after your brother was arrested.
Come on, doesn't do much good
for both of us to be put in jail, right?
Don't you want to know how he is?
Yeah, baby. Just how is he?
Don't touch me.
- Baby, what's wrong? - I said stay away!
We know who you are.
Who's she?
My name is Carrie Mathison.
She's trying to help Sekou.
Yeah, we all are. That's why I'm here.
Stop lying! I know why you're here,
and I know about the gang in Pittsburgh.
- What gang? - The one you got arrested with.
I know everything... why you met Sekou,
pretended you were Muslim,
pretended you were his friend and mine.
Pretended? So that's what she's been telling you?
You're not the bad guy here. We know that, too.
You were pressured by the FBI, by Agent Conlin.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Did he say that no one would ever know?
'Cause if he did, he lied to you,
and if he lied to you, you're on the wrong side.
I'm not on his side.
Sekou's facing 15 years in prison here.
You're on a side.
You gave him $5,000,
which you're saying was for a man in Africa, a jihadi.
And if that's what the money was for and Sekou took it,
tell Simone and tell me, and we'll listen.
Yeah, fuck this.
But if that is not what the money is for,
it's time to say that now.
Look, Pittsburgh was different. Those were drug dealers.
Those were murderers. They got what they deserved.
But not Sekou.
Right. I told you.
- I told you. - He's just a kid.
He's a harmless kid accused of terrible things
that he didn't do, alone in a cell.
You don't know what that's like.
No, no. You don't know what that's like.
You don't know anything.
Was it in Pittsburgh when you met Conlin?
Just keeps going. I already told you I don't know who this is...
Did he threaten you with something you did?
- What did I just say? - How many years?
Five.
Look, look, I fucked up in Pittsburgh.
I got busted with that gang, and Conlin came into my cell.
And he sat there and told me he could take it all away,
all of it if I just helped him.
With the drug case?
The drug case.
No, he doesn't care about that.
He said drugs are bush-league.
He found out that I'm half Pakistani
and he said he had important work for me in New York.
Fucking Conlin, he doesn't care about anything.
All he keeps saying is "Just get him to take the money,
get him to take the money."
So it wasn't to give to a man in Africa?
You can fix this. You can tell the truth.
The truth?
I already told the truth... to Conlin.
And I called him and told him.
I said, "Sekou is not a terrorist."
He's not.
The kid has got nothing,
and he still does not want the money.
But damn Sekou just had to keep shooting that mouth off.
How could you?
- How could you do this to him? - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Really? Huh?
You fucked up by coming here.
Fuck you, man.
I got your drawing.
It's so good.
And I'm sorry I missed you tonight.
But I'll see you tomorrow.
Cross my heart.
Hey.
Thought that might be you.
How's he doing?
Sleeping.
Look, he had a seizure today...
at the bodega a couple of blocks from here.
Why didn't you call me?
Because the paramedics came,
and there was nothing you could do about it.
And honestly, he didn't want you to know.
He still doesn't.
So try not to make a big deal out of it.
It is a big deal.
Not really.
Not if you think about everything he's been through.
He's not happy, Carrie.
I know.
No, I mean... he's really not.
And... and he's got this strange thing about you,
which is not helping.
You gonna be okay here?
Yeah.
Sure.
I don't know.
I'm trying.
Call me if you need anything.
Anytime.
Carrie.
Hey.
How was your day?
Well, it started with someone throwing a coffee mug at me.
Went downhill from there.
How was yours?
What happened to me?
Apparently, you had a seizure.
No, before that.
Uh, you got into an altercation at the hospital yesterday,
and we agreed it might be a good idea
for you to come live here for a little while.
No. Before that.
Before...
before this.
Y-You don't know?
Not exactly.
You came...
very close to dying.
Very... close.
You must know that.
There's a video of it.
It was...
It was all over the Internet.
You've never seen it?
No, I-I didn't want to.
Of course.
But I do now.
It was in Berlin.
In a barracks in Dahlem.
They poisoned you... a cell did...
and left you for dead.
Just play it.
You've really never seen this?
I must've watched it a hundred times
when I was trying to find you.
Over, over, and over again.
Looking for some clue.
There. It was those tiles.
Those are what... what led me to you.
You flatlined in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
Completely.
For three whole... minutes, you were dead.
It was so close.
You nearly didn't make it.
But you saved me.
Yes.
Why?
"Why?"
"Why?"
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.