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

[Saul]
Previously on Homeland...

We always assumed Simone would
run to David Wellington.

And when she did,
it confirmed our suspicions.

But what if that was
our mistake,

designing an operation with
a predetermined result in mind?

What if it isn't
David Wellington at all?

What if her contact
is someone else?

- What do you want?
- Yevgeny Gromov.

Lucasville... fake news
that sparked the massacre.

[Sandy] You think that was
Yevgeny's handiwork?

I do.



And you want me
to help find him?

I do.

I had an ex
that was bipolar.

Is that why you broke up?

We broke up 'cause
I drank too much.

On March 30th, I was told to
withdraw money from these places

and leave it in Hazelton.

- We need to know who this is.
- A senior White House official.

[Paley] You mean
David Wellington.

- Simone is lying.
- What are you talking about?

She's full of shit,
and they are this close

to giving her immunity,
which means they want her

to testify in open hearing.

At that point, the damage
to the presidency is done.



Whoever's bankrolling
this woman also wants

McClendon's murder pinned
on the White House.

Tell me, how'd you find out
she was in West Virginia

- in the first place?
- She got a parking ticket there.

No, I mean, who brought it
to your attention?

- Dante did.
- You say you're old friends.

The two of you just bumped
into each other by chance?

When was this?

♪♪♪

[voice breaks] Right after
I got fired by Keane.

Interesting coincidence.

♪♪♪

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Fuck me.
Fuck me.

- Take a breath, Carrie.
- What I need to do

- is nail that fucker.
- Lay low.

Just don't communicate with
him under any circumstances.

[moans and exhales]

[grunts]

You're okay.

♪♪♪

[switch clicks]

[Keane] He saved our lives.

[Carrie] Yeah.

What was his name?

[Brody]
Carrie, you're not yourself.

[Carrie] You don't have
my condition.

I'm dealing with it.
I-I've been dealing with it

since I was 22.

♪♪♪

[Maggie] She said no one at work
could know. She's bipolar.

[man] The mood of the country,
it's not great.

[siren wailing]

[O'Keefe] Civil... war.

[Carrie]
Madam President, please!

You have to put a stop to this!

[woman] It's only getting worse.

[Quinn]
Is there no fucking line?

[Hillary Clinton]
Ridiculous lies and accusations.

♪♪♪

[woman] The White House
is in crisis mode.

[Saul] We're talking
about information warfare.

[Carrie] Our country
is under attack.

♪♪♪

[O'Keefe]
The time to rise up is now!

♪♪♪

[Carrie] I swore an oath
to protect it.

[siren wailing]

[Quinn] Just think of me
as a light on the heavens,

a beacon, steering you clear
of the wrongs.

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

[camera beeps]

[inhales deeply]

[clears throat]

♪♪♪

[switch clicks]

[front door closes]

[Anson] What happened to
12 hours out cold, guaranteed?

[Carrie] I don't think
he saw anything.

Yeah, he did. He saw Stein's
ugly face, which, lucky for us,

sent him straight back
into unconsciousness.

[Stein] I don't know about you,
but I wasn't done yet.

- Me either.
- I got all the downloads.

Yeah? Well, let's hope
you got something,

'cause so far, we got nothing.

I gotta figure out a way
to get us back in there.

Or not. Look,
that's the kind of shit

you get away with once, at most.
Anyone want breakfast?

Yeah, sure. Oh, fuck!
I've gotta get home.

My sister's gonna kill me.
Fuck.

[doorbell rings]

[doors creaking]

Can I come in?

Actually, I was
just on my way out.

[bag thuds]

So what is it?

- Where'd you meet Simone Martin?
- Look, Saul--

Indulge me.

We met at a conference,
in Budapest four years ago.

- What kind of conference?
- A conference.

"Preparing Candidates
for Democracy."

We were on a panel together.

And?

It was the only event
we made it to all week.

We spent the rest
of the time in her room.

Can we sit down?

Saul, how-- how long
is this gonna take?

I got an 8:00 I gotta get to.

I really think you'll
want to sit down.

[clears throat]

[sighs deeply]

Simone Martin is
scheduled to testify

in front of Paley's committee
in three days.

Yeah, and I swear to God,

I have no idea what
she's even gonna say.

I believe you...

because I do know what
she's going to say.

She will say, under oath,

that you gave her $50,000

as payment for the murder
of General McClendon.

That's bullshit.

I know.

Why?

Why is she doing this
to me?

So we're clear...

She is not doing it
to you.

Simone Martin is an agent
of the Russian government.

A what?

An agent of Russian
military intelligence,

the GRU.

Her testimony is an effort
to topple this administration.

[stammers]

I've been involved
with a Russian agent?

Almost certainly.

Which is why I need
your complete cooperation.

What I just told you
is currently a theory.

[pen cap clicks]

We need it to become
a fact.

[tense music playing]

Everything you know
about Simone Martin

that might conceivably
be relevant, tell me.

♪♪♪

David.

♪♪♪

[taps notepad]

David.

[door creaks]

[indistinct conversation,
utensils clinking]

Hey. What's for breakfast?

I'm making eggs.

- Can I help?
- We got it.

- Fresh orange juice maybe?
- Yeah, we got that, too.

[Maggie] Jos, take over.

- What's this about?
- You know,

you say that you're
tired of having

the same conversation
over and over,

but from what you do, it must
be your great joy in life.

- Believe me, it's not.
- You're not a child.

- I know.
- You had your bad girl years.

- It's time to grow out of them.
- You know what? Fuck you.

Really? You're really
gonna go there?

We had no idea
where you were all night.

- I told you, Franny worries.
- So tell her I'm fine.

- I don't know that.
- Look, you say

- I should work...
- I said get a job.

- ...so I work.
- This... is not working,

- in any sense of the word.
- Yeah, for me either.

Well, why don't you
think about that,

whether you actually wanna be
a part of this family or not?

Because you know what?
We have had it,

all of us,
including your daughter.

[stomping footsteps]

[sighs]

- Are you okay?
- Where was she?

I don't know, sweetie.

Why doesn't she like
to be here?

I don't know that either.

[bedroom door slams]

Your mom is, uh, under
a lot do pressure at work.

What work?

- [stomping footsteps]
- We're going.

- No, you're not.
- Franny, put your coat on.

- That's not the deal.
- What deal? There is no deal.

She's my daughter,
not yours.

[lowered voice]
You don't want to do this.

Oh, everything's secret now?
Like it's suddenly too upsetting

to talk out loud? You drag me
from the kitchen...

- She didn't drag you.
- You know what? You're right.

She didn't literally drag me.

Thanks very much,
Mister "I've had it."

Thanks for the hospitality.
You've served your time.

- Where will you go?
- [front door closes]

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

[lobby door closes]

[door creaks]

[muffled shouting]

[muffled] Get off of me!

Promise you won't yell?

So where you been
all night?

- Out.
- With Carrie?

She told me about
the surveillance, Max.

What surveillance?

The surveillance you put
in at Wellington's,

and I just took out.
The surveillance that

let you know Simone Martin
is running some kind of scam.

I told Carrie to back off,
let me handle it now, but...

that's not her way.

So I thought
I'd check in with you

before you both end up
in prison.

I can't believe
she told you.

In case you haven't noticed,
she isn't the most reliable.

So where were you?

- At Dante's apartment.
- With Carrie.

- Yeah.
- Where was Dante?

Sleeping.

What'd you find there
while he was, uh, sleeping?

I don't know.
I downloaded a bunch of stuff,

but I haven't had time
to go through it yet.

Good. You'll do that now,

somewhere I can
keep an eye on you.

Let's go.

[door creaks]

[gears shift,
engine turns off]

[seat belts unbuckle]

All right.

[sighs]

[Muzak playing]

- Hi. Uh, just one night.
- It's six hours till check-in.

I'll have to charge you
an extra half-day.

Fine, just... Fine.

- I'm hungry.
- Well, let's put our stuff

in the room,
then we'll find a place to eat.

I can't put my stuff in
the room. We didn't bring it.

- [credit card swiping]
- Mom?

- What?
- What's a "mo-tel"?

It's a place like this.
It means "motor hotel,"

- because you drive there.
- [reader beeps]

We went to a hotel in Richmond.
We drove there.

Ma'am, your credit card's
been declined.

- Well, can you try it again?
- I already did.

Uh... fine. Uh, sorry.

Uh... here.

Now I'm confused.

Are you Carrie Mathison
or Karen Harris?

You know what? Thank you
very much. We're good.

- I'm hungry.
- Come on, let's go.

[door handle clacks]

All right,
fasten your seat belt.

- Where are we going?
- I don't know.

- It was just a question.
- Well, isn't it obvious, Franny?

I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know.

Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.

[voice breaks]
I was just asking.

I know, I know. Look,
I was up all night working.

Okay? I'm just really,
really tired. Okay?

Okay.

- Sweetie.
- I wanna go home.

[cellphone vibrating]

[sighs]

[continues vibrating]

Okay, I'm gonna be right back.
Right back.

[continues vibrating]

Hey.

So, uh... what exactly
happened last night?

[sighs]

Exactly? You passed out.

Yeah, well, before that.

We had some drinks.

[Dante] Yeah, well, after that.
Last thing I remember,

we were coming home together,
heading for the couch.

Now I wake up alone,

the mother
of all headaches...

And I'm not sure. Did we...

What? Did we do it?
[scoffs]

- Well?
- If we had,

you would've remembered.
Believe me.

So, no.

No. Definitely no.

You don't have to say it
like that.

I'm sorry. That--
that wasn't you. That was...

[Dante] What?

Honestly? It's just...
[exhales]

been a rough morning.

You okay?

Not really. I had
a big blowout with my sister.

The one you live with.

[sighs deeply]
Not anymore.

I very dramatically
grabbed Franny by the hand

and said we were out of there,

and then dragged her
to this motel,

where my credit card
just got declined.

Meanwhile, my daughter's
gonna kill me

if I don't get her
breakfast soon.

Well, come on over.

Seriously, come on over.

I make excellent pancakes.

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine turns off]

Wait here. This way.

Over here.

[clank]

[keypad beeping]

[door unlocks]

Close it.

[keys jangling]

[door unlocks]

[Saul] In here.

- Max, stay.
- [portfolio thuds]

Don't worry about them.

What is this place?

Don't worry
about that either.

Max.

Here's what I want you
to do.

Those downloads
you got at Dante's?

Start going through them.

Find anything interesting,
you tell me.

Not Carrie. Me. We clear?

I'm gonna need
an Internet connection.

Okay, fine,
I'll get you one.

So we're clear...

you abuse that,
or anything here...

You fuck me even this much,

I will personally
convince a judge

the surveillance you snuck
into Wellington's house

constitutes the biggest national
security threat since 9/11.

Got that?

Get to work.

- Who's that?
- Max.

What-- what's--
what's his skill set?

Irritant.
He's working with Carrie.

Your Carrie? Mathison?

If you're implying I have
any control over her, then no.

They might be on to something,
he and Carrie might.

I want him to work that
while the two of you

take a look at this--

David Wellington's meditations
on his girlfriend Simone.

Everything he thinks might
help us connect her to Russia.

So you dropped the bomb
on him.

- Yeah.
- How'd he react?

He had no idea.

It's priority.

We have less than three days.

[tense music playing]

- [chocolate chips rattle]
- Wait.

A frown?

Seriously? A frown?

In my house?

- Well...
- [chocolate chips rattle]

I'm going for a smile.

"S... M...

I... L...

E."

There.

Hey, keep an eye on those.
They're ours.

Don't let anyone mess
with 'em.

♪♪♪

- You've done this before.
- And my ex has a niece.

I have two nieces and her,
and I'm clueless.

You know you're welcome
to stay here, right?

While you're, uh,
on the lam.

We're not in the way?

Not at all. In fact,
I got a meeting to get to.

- Wait, you're not staying?
- You'll be fine.

There's an extra key
by the front door.

I'm sure you can find
whatever you need.

- They're ready!
- All yours.

- Bye, Franny.
- Bye.

[keys clatter]

♪♪♪

There have been nearly
a hundred requests for comment.

I'm not commenting
on a TMZ video.

Then they'll just go
to Wellington.

Well, if they find him,
maybe they can let me know

where the hell he's hiding.

[whispers]
Oh, no.

He's been trying
to talk to me all week.

You want me
to run interference?

No, but interrupt us
after three minutes.

Okay.

- [telephone rings in distance]
- Mr. Vice President.

- Ma'am.
- Please.

I know you have been
asking to see me.

It has just been
a crazy few days.

Well, that's why I'm here--

find out what's going on
with Mr. Wellington.

- You mean the video.
- I don't care about that.

He wants to make a scene,
let him.

I mean the immunity deal.

That woman they're calling
his girlfriend--

- Simone Martin.
- Yes, well, Ms. Martin

has been granted immunity
to testify against him.

That's true.

So?

Will he be charged with
high crimes and misdemeanors?

Will the walls of this
White House come tumbling down?

I have a right to know,
Madam President,

because if
this administration falls,

it falls on me.

Okay, Ralph, let's talk
normally a minute.

You asked about what's going on
with Mr. Wellington.

Nothing is going on
with him.

Oh?

He has no idea what she could
possibly be testifying to.

- He has assured me of that.
- And you believe him.

Absolutely.

And you should, too.

I'm sure you come in here
wanting to help,

but you have to understand
that what you're actually doing

is helping Paley,
because what you just said,

"My God, she's gonna testify.
There must be something there,"

that's his position.

He sows doubt.
That is what he does.

And it is bad enough
when it shows up out there.

But you cannot let it
take root in here.

Ma'am, it's not only me.
There are rumblings.

Well, stop them.
Stop the rumblings.

You want to help, do that,

because now there's going
to be more rumblings,

about the fact that you and I
are sitting here together.

- [door opens]
- Madam President?

Yes?

Protocols for the medal ceremony

at the Virginia War Memorial
this afternoon.

From the bombing raid in Syria?

- I can come back.
- No.

The Vice President was
just leaving.

Ralph...

since what you're really asking
is whether you'll be sitting

in this chair anytime soon,
the answer is no.

Ma'am.

[clattering]

- What are you doing?
- Cleaning up.

Still?

Almost done.
Few more minutes.

- Who's this?
- What?

- Who's this?
- Who's who?

Her.

[clattering]

Where'd you find that?

Under the table.

- That's not ours.
- Should I put it back?

That's Dante's wife.

Does she live here?

Uh, no, honey. She's his
ex-wife. They split up.

Why?

You know what? That is
a very good question.

♪♪♪

Audrey Navarro.

She works at Treasury.

What's Treasury?

You want to take a ride?
I'll show you.

[knocks on door]

- [door creaks]
- Hi.

- Hello.
- I'm Dante. Allen.

I guess Carrie didn't
mention me.

Sorry, no, I don't think so.

Anyway, she's not here.

Uh, I know. She's at my house
with Franny.

They're fine.

Well, thanks...
for telling me.

That's good to know.

So you probably heard about
the big blowout this morning.

[chuckles]
Same words.

- Hmm?
- Uh, "big blowout."

Exact same words Carrie
used to describe it.

Like I said, though,
they're-- they're fine.

Just, uh, traveling
a little light.

I thought Franny wouldn't mind
getting some of her things.

Yeah, come in.

[door creaks]

[indistinct conversation
in distance]

- Karen Harris?
- Yes, Audrey?

You said you had
some questions about Dante.

Just a few.
It won't take long.

So...
[sighs]

what has he done?

Nothing.
He hasn't done anything.

We're vetting him
for a new assignment.

So did you and Carrie
just meet?

Uh, no. We've, uh, we've worked
together for a while,

- off and on.
- Mm. Are you Agency?

- Am I allowed to ask that?
- Uh, Bureau.

Ah.

So, um, what are you
working on now?

The usual. Security.

Meaning you can't say.

You people have no idea

how frustrating that is
for everyone else.

- [closes drawer]
- I apologize.

No, it's, uh, reassuring
to know

she's actually doing something.

- What are you looking for?
- Oh, this stuffed rabbit

I thought Franny would
outgrow by now,

but she's, uh, kind of
doubled down on him.

- [closes drawer]
- Think it might be

- in Carrie's room?
- Maybe, yeah. Down the hall.

[tense music playing]

[Maggie] Any luck?

Not yet.

[Maggie]
Floppy ears, big feet.

You're sure she didn't
have him with her?

I think I'd have noticed.

[Maggie] Well,
maybe he's downstairs.

♪♪♪

- [footsteps approach]
- What are you doing?

Is this him?

Which is what I want
to talk to you about.

Your personal issues are yours,
but I-I'd like to hear

what you know about
his work life at the time.

You mean the whole mess
in Kabul?

Yeah.

What I know is not a lot.

He was... sent home.

He was not
happy about it at all.

He started...

Drinking.

Drinking? Dante? No.

No, I was gonna say...
obsessing,

but that's
not quite right either.

He was bitter, for sure,

for getting blamed
for something that,

as I understand it,
wasn't his fault.

And... he just wouldn't
let it go.

So in the end, the timing was
just... really bad.

How do you mean?

Because right when I finally
gave up on him and walked out,

the whole Kabul thing
kind of blew over.

He got some new assignment, back
in the game, traveling again.

Where?

You would know more
about that than me.

Overseas somewhere?
He couldn't say.

[sighs] Anyway, by that time,
we were barely talking.

Well,
this was very helpful.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

You know what
really bugged him?

The sheer unfairness
of it all.

'Cause at the same time
he's over there,

trying to bring some sanity
to the situation,

there's this woman,
this CIA station chief,

who was completely
off the rails.

Right around the time he's sent
home from Kabul, total pariah,

this crazy lady drops a drone
on a wedding party,

killing 40 people.
And you know what she gets?

A promotion.

So...

Okay, life's not fair.

I know that.
Maybe you do, too.

But I'm not sure
Dante really does.

He told me she's bipolar.

Well, she's not. She's about
the most stable person on Earth.

He also said he started drinking
heavily-- another lie.

And that he was
chained to a desk stateside

when, according to her,
he was traveling.

- Where was he going?
- She had no idea.

By that point,
she didn't really care.

But-- but check out the travel.
It's important.

I think that's when he was
getting recruited.

Max, are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Also there was some crazy,
crazy stuff involving me.

Like what?

I sort of don't know
where to start.

How about I come over
with Franny,

and we go over everything
at once?

Now's not a good time.
I'm kind of busy.

[Carrie] With what?

I'll-- I'll get back to you
once I find something.

Okay, good. Call.
[sighs]

[sighs]
So where did we park?

[sighs]

It's not right,
you keeping her in the dark.

I don't want to discuss it.

Carrie's the one who
told you what's going on.

Is that what she said?

See, I wouldn't
characterize it that way.

Carrie brought me a problem
she couldn't solve,

a problem she created,

because until
she talked to me,

she had gotten everything
exactly backward.

She trusted the wrong people,
used her considerable energies

to help a foreign power
undermine our government.

Doesn't exactly make her
citizen of the month.

- [door opens]
- Saul?

So sit here and do your work.

Next time she calls,
don't answer.

[door slams]

[Saul] What is it?

Simone Martin.

We were tracking some of
the names Wellington gave us,

looking for a Russian
connection overseas.

Then it hit us.
Why not look closer to home?

Aristov.

Ligachev.

Kalugin.

- The oligarchs.
- Like this with the Kremlin

and all members of her board.
All three make

huge contributions
to the NGO she works for,

- through companies they control.
- So what are we saying exactly?

Her charity, the International
Democracy Foundation?

It's a Russian front.

Work that up, with all
the supporting materials

you can get your hands on.

Any luck, we can still get it
to a judge this afternoon.

[Vice President Warner]
Ladies and gentlemen,

it's an honor to be here
with you all today.

I know you just got home.
You probably want to be off

with your families
and your loved ones,

out of your dress blues,

done with all these awards
and formalities.

And I don't blame you.
I've been there.

President Keane has, too.

We both know what it's like
to be parents...

Madam President. General Rossen
has already spoken.

The Vice President
is introducing you now.

Your remarks
are on teleprompter.

[Warner] ...sacrifice.
President Keane came up

with one heck of a play here--

a tricky one,
a challenging one--

and she chose you to make it.

Mr. Wellington approved
the text.

Where is he?
Where's David?

Mr. Wellington's not here.

He got me into this.

I haven't seen him all day.
Where is he?

He gave me
something for you.

[Warner] ...because you are
the tip of the spear...

He asked that you not read it
until after the event.

[Warner] ...warriors
of the highest caliber.

Fact is, you came through for us
in a very big way...

[ominous music playing]

_

Are you okay?

Would you like to sit down? _

No.

[papers rustle]

- Madam President--
- No.

_

- And now, without further ado...
- [papers rustle]

I would like to introduce
someone else

who wants to thank you--

our Commander in Chief,

President Elizabeth Keane!

♪♪♪

[muted applause]

♪♪♪

[mouthing words]

[applause continues]

♪♪♪

[applause continues]

♪♪♪

This is her, Your Honor--
Simone Martin.

Doesn't look Russian.

She's a Russian agent.
French national.

Mm, pretty. Nice shape.

These are three Russian
organized crime figures

who sit on the board
of the NGO where she works.

The International Democracy
Foundation.

- So called.
- She runs it?

She's in charge of fundraising,
which she accomplishes

mainly by laundering money
for these men.

This NGO's a Russian front

which we believe
has been instrumental

in recent active measures
against our country.

- Before you get into that...
- Yes, Your Honor?

Come on, you know what
I'm gonna say.

You're alleging
a sprawling conspiracy.

This woman you've got
your sights set on

- is a small piece of that pie.
- We believe she's a--

Yeah, you believe.

You allege. You surmise.

Honestly, I don't know
what you're asking for.

A surveillance order?
An arrest warrant?

I want a writ of mandamus,

allowing me to question her
on her Russian connections

before she testifies in front of
Paley's committee in three days.

Okay, wait.

This, uh, Russian agent,
this is the same woman

who's involved with
the President's Chief of Staff?

That's correct.

Who he's manhandling
all over the interweb.

She's currently sequestered
by the committee

at a location they're
unwilling to disclose.

Probably for
her own protection.

No, Your Honor,
I don't think so.

Her efforts to damage our
country are not a speculation.

We know what her testimony
will be.

We know
it will not be truthful.

- Then prove that.
- That's why I'm here--

to get a chance to confront her
with these facts.

No. No, no, no.

You get your chance after
she's testified,

after she says
what she's gonna say.

Your Honor,
by then it's too late.

Her lies are given credence
by the fact

she tells them at the Capitol.
There's no way to undo that.

She's not just tainting
Wellington.

We face the real prospect of
the administration collapsing...

- Did you hear me?
- ...due to false claims

- by a foreign operative...
- I said no!

...and a grandstanding Senator

who doesn't give a damn
about the truth!

Now you're raising your voice
in my house,

which is offensive to me.

Now you can call that
a writ of whatever.

What you're asking for
is witness tampering,

and you know it.

[huffs]
Your problem?

It's called politics, which is
why it's such a goddamn mess.

[inhales sharply]

It's also why I have
no intention of intervening,

and nobody else
in this building would either.

[Rossen] Lieutenant Colonel
Thomas Sanborn.

Congratulations.

[Rossen]
Major Jeremy Willows.

Congratulations.

[Rossen] Airman First Class
Andrew Yamato.

Congratulations.

[Rossen] Ladies and gentlemen,
follow me.

Ma'am, the photographers
will be ready in a few minutes.

[cellphone ringing]

- [beep, ringing stops]
- Madam President.

Saul.

I'm at a war memorial,
handing out medals for

an air strike I didn't order,
and you know what I just got?

A resignation letter
from David Wellington.

Three excruciating pages
explaining why he's resigning--

Russians, Russians,
Russians, Russians,

which he says came from you.

[tense music playing]

So did it?

[Saul] The Russian connection,
yes.

I did not tell him
to resign.

But should he?

[Saul] No state secrets
were compromised.

Beyond that,
it's really up to you.

This is what you were trying to
tell me the other day, isn't it?

When we lost control of
the situation in Lucasville.

Yes.

They're trying to destroy me.

All respect, Ma'am, they're
trying to destroy the country.

Used to be from
St. Petersburg and Moscow.

Now it's from
Pennsylvania Avenue,

three blocks
from the White House.

That's where she works,
this woman who will be

- testifying against Wellington.
- That can't happen.

I agree.
I've started a task force.

Just a few trusted people
so far.

Russian experts,
not from any single agency.

We've already built
what I believe is

a compelling case
against her.

And?

[Saul]
Federal judge disagreed.

At least, he wasn't willing
to intervene.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

If there were, believe me,
I'd let you know.

♪♪♪

[keypad beeping]

Just had a bad conversation
with a federal judge,

followed by a truly terrible
conversation with the President.

So... recess is over.
Max, back to your desk.

Saul.

What?

He may have found
something.

- What is it?
- Something Carrie said,

about Dante's trips overseas--
to take a look at them,

so I did,
while they were looking

at where Simone was traveling,
raising money, supposedly.

Yeah. And?

Five points of congruence--

Riga, Dubrovnik,
Belgrad, Berat,

Sofia.

Same time, same place.

We got what we could on Simone.
Is there more? Probably.

But how quickly we can develop
that is anyone's guess.

If you need to talk
to someone now...

Go after Dante.

♪♪♪

Hop!

Thank you!
Thank you! Thank you!

You're very welcome.

[Dante sniffs]

Well?

What?

Are you gonna thank me?

Honestly, the first thing that
comes to mind isn't "Thanks."

It's more, "I don't appreciate
you going to my sister's

- behind my back."
- Wow.

I thought you had some some
big meeting you had to get to.

Yeah, I picked these up after.

Look... I just thought
Franny'd be more comfortable.

Franny's not your concern.

Mom?

I really don't know how I got
to be the bad guy here.

Well, think about it.

- Mom.
- [Carrie sighs]

Don't.

[sirens wailing]

[inhales and exhales
slowly]

_

_

♪♪♪

_

[exhales slowly]

Ma'am?

We're five minutes out.

Roger?

I'd like to stop at
Mr. Wellington's on the way.

Okay.

♪♪♪

Oh! Sorry. Too high?

- Better?
- Better.

One night. One.

Then what?

School tomorrow.

Then what?

Don't you worry about that.
Okay?

Promise me. All right.

Now close your eyes.

Mmm.
[kisses]

[whispers] I'll be back
before you know it. Okay?

Close 'em.

[switch clicks]

[liquid pouring]

- She good?
- Yeah.

You?

You really didn't have to
give us your room.

I'll survive.

Peace?

Yes? No?

Yes.

[ice rattles]

- So what'd she say?
- Who?

Who do you think?
My sister.

Oh, come on.
You were spying on me.

- Spying?
- Yeah. So what'd she say?

- Not much.
- Really?

She's very discreet.

Probably learned that
from you.

She was grilling me.

I do think she's worried
about you.

She, uh,
said she was relieved

to know you were actually
doing something...

with me.

What did Audrey say?

She called after you left,
congratulate me on the new job.

Fingers crossed,
hoped she said the right things.

So did she, hmm?

Say the right things?

'Cause, uh, Audrey's
definitely not discreet.

She said she worried
about you back then,

that when things went south in
Kabul, she tried to reach out.

At first, anyway.

But?

She couldn't make it work.

Why not?

She said she gave up.

She gave up? Okay.

What else?

Nothing.

I doubt that.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

[exhales slowly]

She said...

you were preoccupied
with someone else.

Who?

A CIA station chief.

Me.

[radio chatter]

[doorbell rings]

- I'll just be a minute.
- Yes, ma'am.

I got your letter-- letters.

This one, "I resign"--
at least I understand,

But this...
"She meant nothing to me..."

"...a relationship
of convenience"?

I thought you should know
before I leave.

- Know what?
- Why I've been here.

[whispers] No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

[normal voice]
You don't get to do that.

...upend everything after
seven years with this... this...

I don't even know what
to call it. This declaration?

I'm the President
of the United States.

- I know.
- You made that happen.

As much as anyone,
you are responsible.

- I am trying to be.
- By resigning?

I am not gonna pull you down.

But I am being pulled down.

Everything
is falling apart.

Everything is disintegrating
all around me.

And what I need now

is for you to be the man
I hired to protect me,

because they are
coming after me,

and you are running away,
and you can't.

- You can't do that.
- [sighs]

[whispers]
You can't.

I don't accept this.

I don't accept
your resignation.

Ma'am.

[door creaks]

[indistinct conversation]

[thud]

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

We good?

Yeah, she can sleep
through anything.

[both breathing heavily]

♪♪♪

[SWAT commander] He's FBI,

spent several years
in counterterrorism overseas.

He'll have his standard issue
sidearm at least, maybe more.

Tread lightly going in.
Surprise is our friend here.

- [technician] Hey, sir?
- Yeah?

We may have a problem.

[commander] What?

I'm seeing three images.
He's got company.

- Let me see.
- Yes, sir.

She was warned
to stay clear.

♪♪♪

[moaning loudly]

You never told me...

why you went to her.

[both breathing heavily]

♪♪♪

Why you went to Audrey.

[exhaling sharply]

Because I think you're--
Aah!

Freeze
and get on the ground!

- On the ground!
- No! No! Wait!

- On the ground!
- Don't move!

[Dante]
Get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me!
I'm a federal agent!

- It's all right. I gotcha.
- Franny!

- [Franny screaming]
- Franny!

- Up! Up!
- [Franny crying]

- Franny, it's okay.
- Mommy, no!

It's okay.
It's okay, Franny.

Shh.

[breathing shakily]

[ominous music playing]

♪♪♪