President Reagan: Air and naval forces of the United States
launched a series of strikes against terrorist facilities...
Reporter: Pan Am flight 103 crashed into the town of Lockerbie.
Reagan: He has sanctioned acts of terror
in Africa, Europe and the Middle East.
President George HW Bush: This will not stand, this aggression against, uh, Kuwait.
Reagan: This relentless pursuit of terror.
President George W Bush: We will make no distinction...
Reporter: The USS Cole was attacked
while refueling in the port of Aden.
This was an act of terrorism.
It was a despicable and cowardly act.
The next samba we're going to swing for you
is one of the good old favorites.
...until something stops him.
Carrie: It was right in front of my eyes,
and I never saw it coming.
Man: That plane crashed into the World Trade Center.
Thousands of people running.
We must and we will remain vigilant at home and abroad.
(Speaking arabic)
Saul: You're the smartest and the dumbest fucking person
I've ever known.
Carrie: I'm not the one who got it wrong.
I'm the only one who got it right.
Saul: Take 'em.
Take 'em all.
Homeland - 3x10 "Good Night"
Previously on Homeland...
The bomber's the only way to prove that Brody's innocent.
What the fuck are you doing, Carrie?
Carrie, turn around now.
This is your last warning.
(Gunshot, gasps)
Quinn: We got a gunshot wound to the upper left bicep.
Significant bleeding. Might have clipped an artery.
Where the fuck is Saul?
Saul: He's not what we expected.
But he's what we've got.
Turani: The guy's a junkie... sir.
I'm offering you the chance to be a Marine again.
No more. I...
I'm done.
I have a play.
It involves Brody.
- You told me Javadi was the play. - He is.
Brody's the next phase.
So, what is it? What's your big idea?
Darnish Akbari.
Head of Iran's Revolutionary Guard.
Right.
Javadi's boss.
And the single greatest impediment to peace.
I want him gone.
Brody can get to him.
Do what Saul's asking.
What you're asking.
All right, what I'm asking.
Look at me, Carrie.
You couldn't send me out for a pack of cigarettes right now.
Carrie: We'll get you ready.
You just have to be willing.
Brody: The guys get me to the border
where I surrender myself?
Ryan: Correct, and we chose
Marivan, because several Al Qaeda commanders
also asked for political asylum there.
What make you think I'll ever get close enough
to General Akbari to take him out?
Javadi's on the ground.
We'll facilitate a meeting between the two of you.
Brody: I will come back from Tehran.
Carrie: I know you will.
Brody: And not just for her.
Carrie: Brody?
See you on the other side.
Carrie.
(Clears his throat)
We need to talk.
What about?
How's your shoulder?
Brand fucking new.
I want to clear the air
after that clusterfuck with Franklin at the motel.
I'm not interested.
I'm so tired of all the bullshit
and people covering their asses, I can't even tell you.
It was a direct order, Carrie.
I didn't want to risk letting someone else take the shot.
(Elevator doors open)
(Sighs)
While you were in surgery,
I took a look at your medical records.
You what?!
I was worried about the damage I'd done.
(Scoffs)
Carrie, you're 15 weeks pregnant.
- So? - So, I think
you should consider sitting this part of the operation out.
And why would I do that?
Because it's impossible for you to be objective
under the circumstances.
The circumstances being, I'm carrying Brody's child?
Yes.
Well, first of all, it's not his,
thank you very much. Second of all,
it's none of your damn business,
or anyone else's,
so just stay the fuck out of my way.
(Scoffs)
_
Medium rare?
Azizi: Hmm.
Pretty fucking tasty, huh?
Hmm... hmm. Yeah.
The secret is to relax the goat
before you cut his throat.
Which is why Modarres has lockjaw and sore knees.
(Laughter)
(Imitates goat bleating)
(Low, indistinct radio chatter; door clanks open)
(Low, indistinct conversations)
- How are they doing? - Mm.
Good. That move across Kurdistan was uneventful.
Now...
that's them right there. They're waiting for nightfall, at which point,
they'll drive him right up to the border
here, cover him across to the manned checkpoint
on the Iranian side, right there.
(Indistinct background radio communications)
(Sighs)
Higgins: The risk of an international incident
is a serious concern for the President.
We stand 100% behind what we told him.
The risk of this operation is worth the reward.
And in the unlikely event anything goes wrong,
we have it covered.
I'm not even going to ask what that means.
All he has to do tonight
is walk across the border and ask for asylum.
That's it.
Turani: Is that a Marine thing?
Turn the socks inside out, get the fresh side.
Well, there is no fresh side.
One side's sweaty, and the other's just dirty.
Well, maybe it's just all in my head.
Does it work?
Well, look at me.
I'm a new man.
Man: Comms check.
(Beeping)
(Indistinct radio chatter)
Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero.
We have visual.
Send signal strength. Over.
Azizi: Kilo-Alpha.
Signal strength ten.
Quinn: Kilo-Bravo, this is Zero. Over.
Turani: Bravo. Also strength ten.
Azizi: Zero, this is Kilo-Alpha.
New Moon, visibility good.
Another day in paradise.
How's the passenger doing?
Azizi: Not bad.
For a fucking jarhead.
That is all. Alpha out.
Turani: Bravo out.
What's he walking into at the border crossing point?
Hey, Gene, can you bring up the border photos, please?
Gene: Coming up.
Yeah, as of two hours ago,
one barrack hut for eight men, commanded by a sergeant.
Roadside guard hut manned in four-hour shifts
by two men with automatic weapons.
Any updates on the Iranian
border patrol radio traffic?
Gene: Hourly comms checks.
Plus, one request for more ration packs,
two for new radio batteries.
Eight bored and hungry conscripts
whose radios we're dialed into.
No chance of underestimating them then?
Fair point.
- (Clears throat) - Let's go over your cover story
one last time.
(Sighs)
After the bombing,
Nazir's network left a car near Langley,
which I took into the woods on the Canadian border,
where I shaved my head, and I continued on foot.
There I stole a boat across the Bay Of Fundy
to Nova Scotia, where I met a guy
who had ties with Amer El-Maati,
who put me in a shipping container to Colombia.
Mm-hmm.
Then, mercenaries working with Hezbollah
took me across to Venezuela, where they finally put me
into a state oil company plane
to a strip in Iraq,
where I was handed over to an Al Qaeda cell
who were tasked with getting me across the border to Iran.
Azizi: Join Al Qaeda, see the world.
Azizi: Final checks. Night vision.
Night vision transmissions coming online.
(Beep)
I'm out of Black Jack.
Any more out there?
Everything okay, sir?
This the last pack?
I got you plenty more.
Don't worry.
Did you write a letter?
What?
Home.
To say good-bye.
Pretty sure you guys would know if I did.
You could've arranged it
with your, uh, CIA friend, the blonde.
(Indistinct chatter, computer chirping)
(Door opens)
(Low, indistinct radio communication)
How you doing?
Good. You?
Feel like I'm in Vegas betting the mortgage.
Stand by, people.
Show time.
Quinn: What's going on with Reaper 1?
Woman: Sensor bandwidth issues.
It happens. We're resetting.
Woman: All being well, shouldn't be more than a couple minutes.
Carrie: "All being well"?
Are we holding the team back
until the drone's back on line?
That drone's mainly for us.
They have satphones and night vision.
They can move closer to the border without it for now.
♪
(Sighs)
(Praying quietly)
(Door shuts, engine starts)
♪
(Vehicle approaching)
Azizi: - Shit. Brody: - What?
Azizi: Road to the border's as good as blocked.
Foreign gas trucks paying off local officials with free gas.
Cops, military, you name it, all on the take.
Where's the border?
Another mile past 'em on this same road.
Those lights in the distance.
(Satphone blips)
Zero, Kilo-Alpha, over.
Ryan: Zero send, over.
See what I'm seeing?
Yeah. Wait out.
Guys, get out.
Make it look like car trouble for anybody passing.
We have a backup plan, right?
Yeah. We're waiting for Langley to confirm the alternate route.
Now, I need that drone. Are we gonna have it or not?
Copy that.
(Sniffs)
What's taking them so long?
I don't know. They had a technical with the drone.
So how long are we gonna sit here for?
Shit, man, you're worse than my kids.
God, those rear echelon motherfuckers.
Got a problem with the drone.
That's a good start.
Reaper's back.
Saul: Good.
- (Exhales) Saul: - Now let's get eyes
on that alternate route into the border.
Repositioning now.
Ryan: Kilo-Alpha, Zero.
Drone is back online. Scouting your route.
Wait out.
Back to chewing your lucky gum again?
Yeah. You want a stick?
(Sighs)
(Vehicle approaching)
Azizi: Shit.
Put your head down.
Like you're sleeping. Don't move.
Turani: Zero, Kilo-Bravo. Stand by.
May have a situation with the Alpha vehicle.
Local cops just rolled up.
(Speaking Kurdish)
(Speaking Arabic)
Modarres: Maghreb.
(Officer speaks Arabic)
Why are you here?
(Baraz speaks Arabic)
Going to Marivan.
(Speaking Arabic)
(Speaks Arabic)
(Cocks gun)
(Speak Arabic) ...Al Qaeda.
Carrie: They're not buying the cover story.
(Speaks Arabic)
Jesus, they want to look in the truck.
Say the word, Kilo-Alpha.
- What word? - "Good night."
They should say "Good night" before the cops see Brody.
As-salamu alaykum.
(Speaking Arabic)
(Conversing in Arabic)
(Speaking Arabic)
(Yelling in Arabic)
Good... night.
(Grunts)
(Gunshot)
- (Shuddering breaths) - Hey...
- (Exhales) - You okay?
Brody? You good?
(Snapping fingers)
Hey.
(Grunting) (Brody panting)
- What the fuck are you doing? - I can't do it.
- Yes, you can. - I can't. No.
- I can't. No, I fucking can't. - And you will.
I fucking can't. I fucking...
Bit late in the day for your vagina to chime in.
Fuck off... (Mutters)
(Panting)
You scared?
Are you fucking scared?
(Whimpering): Mm-hmm. Mmm. I'm...
- I'm scared. I'm scared. - Good.
Me, too. I've seen way too many men
killed out here in this third world toilet.
I personally shit myself every time they send me back here.
And if you don't snap out of this right now
we could all fucking die here tonight.
Is that what you want?
No.
Tell me you're gonna be okay.
Tell me that this is not the end of the road for you.
(Panting)
No, no, no... I need to hear you say it.
(Mumbles): I'll be...
I will be okay. I'm okay.
(Panting) I'm okay.
I'll be okay.
Kilo-Alpha, is there a problem?
Passenger got carsick. He threw up
and we're ready to roll.
Carsick?
It's a secure sat link. Can you tell them to just
- cut the bullshit? - Is he gonna be okay?
Fuckin'-A he's gonna be okay.
Here.
Wipe the blood off your face.
(Over satphone): Kilo-Alpha,
Kilo-Bravo, proceed to alternate crossing point.
(Starts engine) Roger.
Alpha out.
Did we or did we not just kill three Iraqi police officers?
Kurdish-- not to split hairs.
Either way, this isn't something the President needs to know.
Oh, I understand. Believe me.
Get me JSOC Commander now.
(Sighs heavily)
Ryan: This whole area is pretty much a no-man's land
since the Iran-Iraq war.
Quinn: We got visitors.
- Senator. General. - Director.
- The White House... - I know.
- I was told you were coming. - Let me finish.
The White House sent General Pfister and me
to advise and observe.
Advise and observe.
The JSOC Commander, to advise; myself, the President's nomin...
What did Higgins tell you about the operation?
That this part was meant to be quick and silent and bloodless.
He told you everything, didn't he?
Yes, he did.
- Including...? - Sergeant Brody, yes.
Saul...
whatever this turns out to be,
bold stroke of genius or otherwise,
I'm destined to inherit it.
So now that it's actually in motion,
for better or for worse,
I have no choice but to wish it every success.
A word in private, Senator?
Excuse us, Bill.
Of course.
(Lock buzzes)
What about the breathing room you agreed to give me?
The deal was that I delay my confirmation hearing,
which I've done.
That obligation has been fulfilled.
Consider yourself lucky, Saul,
that Higgins called us and not the President
or his National Security Advisor.
Copy that.
Copy.
- Ms. Mathison. - Senator.
How's your shoulder?
Doctor told me you were very lucky.
I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
All I can say is you must be one hell of a salesperson
to get Brody to do this.
Here at the Agency, we call that recruiting.
Here. Take a look.
Border's a click and a half away.
300 yards past that building.
All it is is a shallow stream, 12 yards across.
Azizi: Listen... I'm gonna drive you right up to it
and we're all gonna be watching you.
(Taps gun)
You way across that river and you head up to that treeline on the other side.
Once you hit it, follow it north for three miles
back to the Iranian checkpoint
where we were originally gonna drop you.
Hey, where you going?
Piss.
Go with him.
We got potential bogeys.
Two Iraqi army hummers
three clicks south of our call sign.
Ryan: Kilo-Alpha, we have two Iraqi hummers
three clicks south, it's not a significant threat but be aware.
Alpha Roger.
All right, we got an Iraqi patrol three clicks south.
It's not that big a deal but it's difficult terrain out there
so we got to move quick, quiet
and small now, which means it's just me and him from here.
Rest of you guys stay here, cover from this position.
Questions?
Ready?
(Quietly): Yeah.
Azizi: When you were a little kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I don't remember.
Bullshit.
Everyone remembers.
You don't have to manage me anymore, man.
I know what I'm here to do.
Just making conversation's all.
What's that?
(Bangs dashboard)
Nothing.
Well, what did you want to be?
I grew up in Texas.
All I wanted to do was ride bulls.
Yeah, why didn't you?
I did.
Two years.
But my nuts couldn't take the beating.
(Wry chuckle)
So now I do this.
Happy fucking...
(Explosion thunders)
(Communications static crackling)
What just happened?
Ryan: Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero, over.
Kilo-Alpha, this is Zero, over.
Kilo-Alpha, Zero, over.
Zero, this is Kilo-Bravo.
Alpha hit something.
A mine or an IED.
Any hostiles on your screens?
Ryan: Stand by. Checking now.
Nothing, so far.
Woman: Sir, that Iraqi patrol
just turned north, towards the explosion.
Now we have to call the President.
Wait. Let the dust settle first.
No, any possibility of an international incident
- I must call the President. - What you must do
is keep a cool head
and take great care not to panic.
Well, we at least have to call the Iraqis.
And say what?
Turn your patrol around, we have a CIA team
we didn't tell you about, operating in the area?
That drone is armed, correct?
Zero, Kilo-Bravo.
We're one click out from Kilo-Alpha.
Reaper Captain: Roger, Kilo-Bravo, be advised
that Iraqi patrol is closing on your position.
Tech: Sir, White House is on the line.
Put him on the screen.
Mike.
- I may have a solution. - Please.
That drone has four Hellfire missiles on it.
You saying we engage the Iraqi patrol?
I'm saying we just found an Al Qaeda cell
trying to smuggle America's most wanted terrorist into Iran
and we take them out with that drone.
Jesus.
It's a smart play if they're dead.
- And if they're not dead? - He doesn't care whether they're dead or alive,
all he fucking gives a shit about is covering his own ass.
- Bite your lip, Carrie. Bite it hard. - Fuck.
That Iraqi patrol is, what, a minute away?
Let me be very clear, Mike.
I will not order a strike on our own men.
Hang it up.
We've got movement in the Alpha vehicle.
Woman: Either the vehicle just settled
or I have a second heat signature moving.
The second figure is moving.
They're alive; they're both alive.
(Panting)
(Brody gasping)
(Azizi wheezing weakly)
My leg.
(Weakly): Motherfucker...
No.
- My fucking leg... - All right, sit up.
Sit up, sit up.
Fold your arms.
- (Grunts) - Okay, come with me.
- All right... - (Wheezing)
- (Groans) - Phone, satphone.
- Kilo-Bravo, this is Alpha, over. (Over satphone): - Bravo, send.
Brody: We're in the building to the west of the border,
no enemy fire; casualty is still conscious
but he's lost a leg and a lot of blood, over.
Kilo-Bravo: Bravo, Roger. Your location 60 seconds, over.
Get a gun team up on high ground.
I can treat for shock and stem the blood flow for now.
Take your time to follow our exact route in, over.
On it. Out.
(Aziz gasping, groaning)
Focus on your kids.
(Groaning): I don't have any kids, dumbass.
Making small talk 'cause you were being a fucking baby.
(Laughs)
We're gonna get you out of here.
(Aziz yells, growls)
Smoke.
Here, give me some of my cigarettes.
(Truck approaches)
I never thought I'd be this fucking guy.
No, me neither.
Azizi: I guess I fucked up, T.
Beers on you, then.
I gave him one morphine shot.
He's got one left.
We got to haul ass now.
Grab that.
Here. Here... here.
Roll... back.
Okay.
- Ready to do this, boss? Azizi: - Yeah.
Baraz: All right, everybody back to the truck.
- Go! - Let's go, quick.
(Automatic gunfire)
Iraqi patrol just joined the party.
(Automatic gunfire)
Turani: Zero, Kilo-Bravo, contact! Automatic fire from the south.
Platoon or possible company strength.
Do all you can not to escalate this.
Suppressive return fire. Suppressive fire only.
Don't put them in the ground. Just turn them around.
Turani: Zero, Kilo-Bravo, we don't get Aziz out
- in the next few minutes, he's dead. Tech: - Iraqi call signs
are requesting an artillery fire mission up the chain.
How far out are our helicopters?
Woman: Eight minutes.
General, advice?
Eight minutes is time we don't have.
- Either we call the Iraqis and level with them... - Also time we don't have
and every shade of blowback we can't afford.
So it's a fighting withdrawal to a secure LZ,
back five clicks in the vehicle that they have left.
In other words, we have to abort.
The intelligence operation is over.
It's a military one now. It's all yours, General.
Thank you, sir.
Shoot the boys out of there.
Copy that. Comms.
(Automatic gunfire popping over comm speakers)
(Gunfire continuing)
Kilo Bravo, this is Zero-Alpha.
Bravo, send.
- We're going to push them back with Hellfire, over. - Roger.
Withdraw with Hellfire in support on your command.
On my command, roger, wait.
Are they aborting the mission?
Lockhart: Saul.
You had some bad luck.
I'm sorry.
Carrie: Hey.
At least we have Javadi.
He's still in play. That's not nothing.
Yeah.
(Sighs)
Stand by for Hellfire mission, over.
You guys ready?
(Explosion) (Grunts)
Fall back! Fall back!
- I'm not gonna go back. - What the fuck are you talking about? Yeah, you are.
I'm gonna walk across that border into Iran and you're not gonna to stop...
Listen to me! I am fucking ordering you to fucking move out!
(Explosion thunders)
(Automatic gunfire continues)
Passenger refuses to withdraw,
and I'm out of time. Please advise.
General Pfister: Do not leave anyone behind.
Turani: We are under heavy fire!
The casualty is priority one,
and the passenger is non-fucking-compliant!
(Over satphone): General, please advise!
Carrie: Let me talk to him.
If anyone can talk Brody down off a ledge, she can.
(Sighs) All right.
Pfister: Put the passenger on the line.
I say again, put the passenger on the line.
Take this.
Take it!
Carrie: Brody?
Brody?
Brody, can you hear me?
- Hey, Brody! - They're trying to abort the mission, Carrie!
- I know. - Well, tell them to go fuck themselves.
No, listen to me.
You can't do this by yourself.
I'm 300 yards from the border, Carrie.
I can make it.
You cross into Iran now and you will be completely on your own.
Well, to be honest I don't see much of an option here.
The option is to fall back, regroup,
and we'll take another shot at this later.
Come on, Carrie, you know that's not gonna happen.
You don't know that!
Now, stop and think this through.
You have no sanction, no support on the ground,
and no extraction plan.
You will die over there!
No, you're wrong, Carrie.
(Bullets ricocheting nearby)
And you want to know why?
'Cause you're gonna get me home.
No, don't say that! Do not put that on me.
It's a fantasy.
You'll find a way.
I have faith.
That's all. Out.
No, Brody! Brody!
(Mutters quietly)
Fuck!
We are fucking moving out now.
All of us. Let's go.
Not me.
(Explosion thunders)
- ♪ - (No audio)
(Gasping)
He's gone! Fuck him!
Hellfire, now! Hellfire, now!
Reaper Lieutenant: Hellfire firing now.
Move. Move now!
Grab him!
(Rocket whooshes, explodes nearby)
(Aziz groaning in pain)
- Take it. - What are you doing?
Get him to the LZ, then come get me. Go!
Fuck!
Fucking snipers.
Always the stubborn fucking assholes.
I can buy you 30 seconds to cross that border
and get to those trees.
Once I start firing, you start running.
And if you stop, I'll fucking shoot you myself.
Any questions?
- No. - Oh, good.
Count of three.
One... two... three!
(Grunting)
What is that?
Woman: They're surrounded.
Who by?
Are we picking up anything on radios?
(Speaking Farsi) ...Nicholas Brody.
_
(Coughing)
_
(Speaking Farsi)
The Iranians are saying they have two prisoners.
Are we sure it's the Iranians and not the Iraqis?
Ryan: 100%.
Jesus.
Carrie: They got the casualty out safely.
He's stable, on a bird out to the carrier group now.
There's something else.
What?
Brody made it across.
How?
He made a last second run for it--
headfirst into an Iranian military unit.
He's okay?
Yes.
(Sighs with relief)
(Laughs quietly)
(Sighs deeply)
He made it.
And you, Saul,
are still in the game.
I'll be damned.
(Quiet laugh)
Right now, these guys...
uh, they're trained to treat anybody coming
over the border as Israeli agents.
You were tortured...
so tell me what to expect.
Expect to break.
How long did you hold out?
I don't know.
I lost track of time pretty much right away,
but I figure...
seven days?
Enough time to allow the guys
to change their frequencies and battle plans.
I just...
I just hope I can give you seven days
to get the job done in Tehran.
Huh?
(Zipping bag)
Hi.
May I?
Of course.
Fara, you're one of the few people in this building
who knows that Majid Javadi's an Agency asset.
I didn't breathe a word to anybody.
I know you didn't-- that's not why I'm here.
But you had a crucial role in recruiting Javadi.
In fact, Saul says, without you, it never would've come off.
He's exaggerating.
But thank you.
The thing is...
Javadi's only half the play.
There's another phase of the operation
you weren't made aware of.
It involves an asset, whose life depends
on us getting him out of Iran at the critical moment.
And the fact is our extraction plan
just went up in smoke.
I'm sorry.
Fara, you have an uncle in Tehran.
Your father's brother.
- Carrie, no. - Just hear me out.
No, it's too dangerous.
- All we're asking for... - You're asking me
to put my family at extreme risk.
You know you are.
You forget I've seen firsthand
how fast an operation can go sideways.
Tell the truth.
You would never ask your own family to do this.
I might.
And from what I know about your uncle, he's not one
to cross the street to stay out of trouble's way.
He's a member of a moderate opposition group.
Not a bomb thrower.
All we need is a place to meet in the city.
A de facto safe house.
Fara, we have a brother agent in the field,
soon to be in mortal danger.
Don't we owe him every chance to get out alive?
Hey.
(Men's voices nearby)
Someone's coming. Someone's coming.
(Door opens)
(Speaks Farsi)
My name is Nicholas Brody...
and I'm formally seeking asylum
in the islamic Republic of Iran.
I know who you are.
(Speaks Farsi)
Ayman Jassim.
(Speaking Farsi)
(Speaks Farsi)
(Door shuts)
(Sighs)
Are you ready?
Ready for what?
To go with me to Tehran.
What about him?
No! You fuck!
- Quiet. Quiet! - You fucking asshole!
- What did you do that for?! - Control yourself.
- Fuck! Fuck! - Calm down!
Calm down.
(Speaking Farsi)
(Shuddering breath)
Now.
We go to Tehran.
(Inhales, exhales)
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